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Okay, separate from my response to the Jiang Cheng hater post, but I think we're starting to view the word "abuse" the way we view "brainwash" when it comes to Chinese culture.
I always hated how people talked about how people in China are brainwashed by communists. "Brainwashed" meant you can't think for yourself. You're supposed to be criticizing the government, but instead you're insulting the intelligence and free will of the people. The same people who took to the streets in 1989.
(There is a beautiful article that goes deeper into how loaded this word is! Please read it, this is how I learned that "brainwashed" was originally a Chinese word that was loaned into English instead of the other way around! It originally meant to move on from the literal Century of Humiliation China experienced due to imperialism and invasion, but translated into something different!)
Similarly, what does "abuse" mean? To hurt the people in your care? But all parents hurt their children, even if unintentionally. Is it wrong to ground your kid now? Where is the line? In a lot of the discourse I see, people who jump to say Yu Ziyuan or Jiang Cheng is abusive is missing the point. If you took away the word "abuse," I think anyone, Chinese or not, would say what Yu Ziyuan did was wrong. She made everyone miserable. She pitted her children against their best friend they considered a brother. She made the past generation's arguments a burden for the next.
With Jiang Cheng, it's a bit more complicated. He's clearly doing something right if Jin Ling feels safe around him. It is considered normal, even in a modern context, to threaten to break his legs (there goes Uncle Jiang again, being dramatic). Him slapping Jin Ling is, again, era-appropriate, but it's still definitely not cool of him.
But when people say he's "abusive," it sweeps away all the nuance. It dismisses the amount of intergenerational trauma it took to get to this point. And it's personal to us because frankly, many Chinese diaspora are diaspora now because of war and famine. White Americans cannot say the same. It doesn't mean we don't think certain things our parents do are wrong. We have brains. We fucking know, and we're working really hard to not to pass that on. But our line and personal tolerance for how our parents treated us differs from person to person. I'm definitely more prickly about how my parents talk to me than a lot of my friends.
I've been seeing a lot of discourse over what is and isn't abuse over the years, and it's not just from Chinese people. It's my Colombian friends when they talk about the grandmother from Encanto. Yeah, we don't like her behaviors, but abuse? Did she strike Mirabel? Did she verbally insult her? Did she send her to her room for no reason? She didn't. And this is a woman who did things a certain way because that's how she rebuilt after watching her husband get killed while fleeing from drug cartel violence (implied, definitely believed by my Colombian friends, unsure if canonically confirmed).
"Abuse" can be such a code word for "horrible human who's out to get her children" without the nuance or regard for our own autonomy as people who had to grow up with toxic behavior from our guardians. It's a loaded word.
#like bro we know what behavior is wrong and what isn't#i most definitely grew up abused#i NEVER had any delusions about it#but jesus fucking christ guys#mdzs#tears falling like peridots
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hey, i know eddieâs an awful bastard man and all of that, but also ⊠heâd make a good dad, i said what i said.
#tbd.#ooc.#// i have a LOT of thoughts about that bc like âŠ. his own childhood was terrible -â#// -â and he would do everything to make sure any potential kids of his have a good one.#// the part in whistleblower where he tells waylon that he wants to be the father he never had !#// the part where he says heâll never let anything happen to their kids !!!!#// imo those two parts of his dialogue are NOT the product of his delusions but are actually very genuine. đ«Ą
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#personal#mental illness is scary as it worsens... you knew someone who was somewhat normal once and they spiral into something else#i was there once luckily only as a teen and i managed to find my way out of that with many bumps alomg the way#but ever since ive had an extremely tight grasp of my mental wellbeing#my feelings. my delusions. my issues.#i think seeing this person talk to me again made me recognize that not everyone is so lucky.#its easy to fall to madness#it feels unlike anything else...#ive never had anyone tell me they thkng of me as some kind of holy fool#and i mean in the religious context.#that my battle with religion and my personal relationship with god was sexy or desirable#im not pure. not in the slightest. my thoughts and my heart wish for violence and harm unlike any other#im evil but i work with it. i choose to recognize these feelings within me to understand myseld better. to help myself live#im bipolar and i refuse to be seen or thought of as some uwu pure small bean godly holy fool#i am a fool. i am normal. i am evil. yet i am kind.#i dont know.#kinda wild to me to be told these things. half my ego is really ecstatic about it. and the other half desires to show evil.#anyways i hope my friend gets better... its out of my hands and by god i will witness it
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miss having a huge crush on my close friend when I was sixteen that was so good bad good bad evil good for me
#like it was BAD. but it was good. it passed the time#it's the only real real crush i ever had tbh đ€#and i was so normal about it btw that's not even me making a joke i had such good normal guy slay back then#well. comparatively...#tbh the crush itself was great because we were incredibly close and i never had delusions of is actually getting together#i knew it wouldn't happen so i just was happy to spend time w them#and we're still friends now <3 they r my riverdale irl đđ«¶#the evil stuff was all of our friends who looking back were so insanely jealous of our friendship for no reason#we'd talk about or agree on or do anything and they'd make fun of us saying we were gfs or in love or whatever#and as someone who was closeted and did have a crush it was. so stressful.#anyway. I'm not friends with any of those guys anymore they were so horrible i had to make a graceful exit in yr 12. yikes!#hope you enjoyed that little piece of my lore <3#.txt
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i mean. i did finally come to my senses and can really obviously see shes Really not all that. thank god. in another life i think we couldâve been like good um friends. unless all that energy really was just weird sexual tension. things i dont spend most of my time worrying about anymore thankfully <3
#i want to not be mad but any time a memory of last semester crosses my mind my immediate reflex is oh kys! cause i was never mean enough#and im trying to change that to like đ It was not meant to be she was cruel but we are no longer crossing paths and thats for the best#but its hard to have healthy thinking patterns when i can finally think about things without being criminally deep in delusion#ok. im not thinking about it anymore. another superpower i have now#film girl saga#itâs like embarrassing though thinking about how she just went along with it like. knowing i had a crush on her. she had to yk and#regardless of whatever she was feeling. whether that be confusion or pity or what. especially after i confronted her she didnt need to act#like that :/
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Omg could we see reader getting jealous of Sukuna having sec with his other concubines? And maybe liek the other concubine rubs it in readers face?
âđđ đđđđ. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst (no comfort), suggestive \\ smut aspects. size difference. one tiny mention of reader being a crybaby. reader gets called âlittle one, bratâ \\ kunaâs an asshole! not proofread, excuse the grammar. no part 2. wc: 3.3k
youâve been away from the estate for three days; three days too long for the king of curses. so much had happened while you were away to take some well deserved restâa small vacation that sukuna had granted you because you needed it.
perhaps that was his first mistake. giving you permission to leave his side ended up being a bad decision. he hates that faint feeling in his chest, the feeling of missing something.
missing someone.
it couldnât be. sukuna doesnât have any weaknesses, and yet he can feel his body reacting to that unfamiliar emotion again. all because of youâ that one human who always succeeds to occupy his mind.
he couldnât let himself succumb to itâheâs not going to. sukuna is not going to let a mere human like you deter him from his superior identity that heâs had for decennia. heâs not going to let you have that power over him and his body.
and thus, when you return to the estate, you find yourself being laughed at. you were unpacking your luggage when two concubines stand at your doorway, hiding their evil smiles behind their handheld fans.
they donât waste a single second and immediately rush to ruin your carefree mood.
âyou know, you shouldnât have returned at all,â the brunette giggles, her laugh sounding like nails scraping against a chalkboard. she looks to the other woman next to her before glancing back at you, âi meanâhehâlord sukuna definitely didnât seem to mind your absence.â
you figure itâs just another way to get you riled up, so you do your best to ignore them. you put your packed kimonos in your wardrobe as your back faces the two.
yumi, the second concubine, nods along. she knows what sheâs about to reveal will get on your nerves. and deserved, if you ask her. they had successfully caught the attention of their king while you were away. for the first time in a good while since your arrival in the estate.
the fact that they managed to spend quality time with sukuna again, is a wonderful first step to your downfall. one that will surely crumble your confidence as his so-called âfavoriteâ.
âmhm,â yumi grins as she recalls the memories of her time with sukuna. time spent together that you were unaware of, âlord sukuna definitely didnât seem to mind your absence when he had me in his bed last night.â
you freeze.
your brows furrow and the corners of your lips twitch. you donât know if you should believe themâthey couldâve lied about it for all you know. although, the voice in the back of your head had already rang the alarms.
guessing by the way they were dying to talk to you the second you came back - which never happens - you realise that theyâre probably telling the truth. theyâre only telling the truth to agitate you. itâs so painfully obvious, and yet so. . . hurtful.
âwhat?â
you donât recall when youâve choked up. you feel a lump in your throat. it shouldnât even be there. you promised yourself to not get attached to a monster like sukuna.
so what if he went to bed with his other concubines?
but of course heâll get pleasure from his other women when you arenât around. he doesnât feel any love, he sees it as worthless, so why did you expect him to not indulge himself? he still has his other concubines around for a reason.
you really shouldnât be surprised by this revelation.
âwhat do you mean âwhat?â - you heard me,â yumi shrugs, that cocky smirk still on her face. sheâs clearly enjoying your reaction to everything sheâs revealing. all the two concubines wanted to get out of this encounter with you, is to break that delusion of yours.
the delusional thought that youâre special to the king of cursesâthe delusion that sukuna considers you as something more than a toy to emotionally manipulate and play with until heâs tired of you.
âmy lord spent all night with me in his chambers until the sun rose,â yumi continues without an ounce of shame. she bites her lip as she remembers the way sukuna had her body positioned on his large bed. for her, it was a dream come true.
though for you, itâs a living nightmare. even if you try to deny the fact that it physically and mentally hurts. thereâs a painful twist at your heartâreminding you of the truth.
the truth being that you had truly thought that sukuna wasnât really a monster of a man. you thought he was a different, more softer person around you.
you shouldâve listened to the servants when they told you to not get tricked by sukunaâs special treatment, that he could easily manipulate you and make you do and act as he pleases.
âdo you want me to explain it in detail?â yumi crosses her arms over her chest as she looks down at you with a menacing glare. both of the concubines are loving that face youâre making. that face of defeat that youâre attempting to hide from them, âhow he held me and pleasured me until iââ
âenough,â you cut them off with your hands clenched into fists. you donât want to hear another word. youâre already feeling awful; already, not even an hour into your return. you can never catch a break.
you have an urge to throw things around. you already feel stupid, and if you decide to throw a fit, you bet that youâd feel even dumber. you truly do not know why youâre getting this worked up about it.
maybe itâs because of the special treatment. the delusional thoughts you have about your relationship with sukuna. you really thought that you two had something special. an unofficial romantic relationship, perhaps, or something that resembles it.
a secret, unspoken deal where youâre promised his loyalty in exchange for your body and soul.
although, those dreams have been shattered this very instance. youâre once again reminded of the animalistic nature of the being called ryomen sukuna.
he told you clearly that heâd never tie himself to someone, a human no less. devotion to one person? why would he.
âout of the way.â
you push the brunette and her sidekick the other way. youâre going to confront the man yourself. or at least, youâll try to. you can hear their sick laughs and chuckles fade into the background as you stomp your way towards sukunaâs chambers.
the other concubines seem to have gotten the gist. some peek their heads out of their rooms, grinning at you in victory. seeing your confidence slowly crumble and the realisation kick in - the realisation that your dear lordâs special treatment means absolutely nothing - is a sight for sore eyes to them.
you enter sukunaâs room and close the heavy doors behind you. you swallow the lump down your throat and try your best to look presentable.
no tears, you promise yourself. youâre not going to waste them on something like this.
âoh, itâs you, little one,â the familiar voice calls out. sukunaâs low and husky voice rings from his bed. heâs laid back against the many silky pillows, blowing smoke from his kiseru. he lays there like he doesnât care about your reappearance at all.
he eyes you up and down, âhow was your vacation, hm?â
sukuna asks like itâs the most normal thing to do. it seems like heâs trying to catch up with you, to ask you how youâve been enjoying your time alone, though it also seems like he couldnât care less at the same time.
âjust absolutely fine, my lord,â you reply with gritted teeth and an obvious hint of sarcasm. thereâs also a bitterness to your tone that doesnât go unnoticed by the pink-haired man. he frownsâthis cold greeting is not what he expected nor what he wanted to hear from your mouth. he expected you to at least smile at him like you usually do, but you didnât.
on top of that, you seemed to be annoyed with him. that unexpected attitude of yours made something inside of him snap. it irritated him somehow; the fact that youâre so comfortable talking to him like that . . . it reminded him of the recent inner conflict he had which you were the cause of.
one of his hands tightens into a fist at his side. his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow into slits. youâre physically in front of him, which means that heâs also about to experience those complicated feelings again. the same ones he tried fleeing from by letting you go on a break, and by physically taking his mind off you.
he did the latter by taking his frustrations out on his other women. the stress that came with the thought of him possibly liking a human, relieved by pure animalistic sex.
thatâs exactly what youâre upset about.
thereâs an urge inside of sukuna to act normal. to ignore those difficult emotions and just treat you like he usually does. yet, another part of him is trying to protect his sense of superiority by trying to push you away.
thereâs a war going on in his mind as he tries to calm himself down. youâve always had this effect on him and itâs becoming unbearable. he has to show you, no - remind you, that youâre nothing to him. you mean nothingânothing at all.
heâs the king of curses, youâre but a human. heâll need to remind himself of that obvious statement as well. heâs got all the power in this situation. not you.
you cannot rule over him or his mind.
âyou dare come back with an attitude? tch,â sukuna scoffs, nearly breaking the kiseru with his fingers as they squeeze around the solid material. heâs turning off whatever emotion present in his body. that doesnât belong there anyway. he wonât care if you cryâhe wonât care at all.
you notice the sudden change in sukunaâs tone as well. youâre sure youâre the reason for it. perhaps you crossed a boundary with how sassily you replied to him when he was simply asking you how your vacation went.
âmy apologies,â you murmur with a sigh. you try to avoid getting on sukunaâs nerves any further, yet when you remember the words from the concubine, how she implied that sukuna had given her the best night of her life when you were away, you get mad again.
your eyes have a fiery look in them. you donât want to get worked up. you donât have the right to. you were warned from the very beginning to not get attached to an asshole like ryomen sukuna.
youâre to blame for feeling like this. it couldâve been prevented if you just werenât so weak. if you just stayed away from him.
âdid you have fun while i was away, my lord?â you continue, your voice shaking a little. you need the confirmation. youâre sure sukuna knows what youâre referring to by now, especially because of the way youâre acting out of character.
the king of curses raises a brow at your question. you sound even angrier, even more pissed off. he tilts his head after taking a deep inhale of the tobacco from his kiseru. he tries to figure out what youâre hinting at, âwhat are youââ
and thatâs when everything fell into place. the dots connect.
sukunaâs jaw clenches. he realises that youâve found out about him receiving services from his other concubines while you were away. there could be no other explanation behind your sudden attitude. besides, he knows how his other concubines could be. they must have told you the moment you came back.
normally, heâd say that itâs none of your business. what he does is up to himâhe does not care about the consequences of his actions. though, seeing the slight hurt in your eyes, mixed with sadness and disappointment stirred something inside of him. he brushes that feeling away and stares at you intently, awaiting another comment. perhaps youâd cuss him out or bawl your eyes out in front of him.
either way, he promises himself that he wonât care.
sukuna is the king of curses. feeling bad for a human like you would only further tarnish his image, that image of superiority and power he has.
heâs a man of many needs. you shouldâve kept that in mind when you left him. he wanted to keep you with himâto hold you down and refuse to let you leaveâbut that would be another sign of weakness. one sukuna could not manage to show.
when you departed, he was irritated by the fact that he had no one to turn to with his needs. from simple needs like wanting your company to sexual needs like craving your body.
keeping you by his side or letting you go; both decisions seem to clash. either way, thereâs one thing heâs sure of, as much as he doesnât want to admit it: he missed you.
sukuna canât believe that he can feel an emotion like that. he canât accept that fact. thatâs why his irrational mind took overâhis dark urges that strived to prove himself to still be the same old ryomen sukuna. the monster that did not need a single soul. the ruthless man that did not depend on anyone else, especially not a human. a woman like you.
he thought heâd forget all about you if heâs surrounded himself with other women. but, he was quick to be proven wrong, and that only caused to enrage him more and more.
every time sukuna fucked a concubine, his thoughts still manage to drift away to you. to how he wished that it was you he was holding.
nothing hit the same with the other women and that frustrated him. heâd keep them around in his room after he fucked their brains out, something he never allowed a woman to do except for you, yet kicked them out again after a few minutes.
it doesnât hit the same.
youâre just different. your presence is soothing and calming to the chaotic soul of the pink-haired man. no one else could compare. that realisation made him feel inferior; a feeling he loathes.
sukunaâs red eyes glow. he hates seeing you look so defeated, but he cannot give in. if he tells you the truth, heâll admit his weakness. heâll admit that a human like you has completely taken over his brain. thatâs no good.
if he doesnât tell you the truth, heâll save face. heâll feel like himself again. his old selfâthe cold ruthless monster that he was before he met you. one without a soft spot for a human.
itâs an active dilemma thatâs running through his mind as he slowly blows out another cloud of smoke. you cannot guess whatâs going on behind those intimidating eyes staring you down.
sukuna tilts his head back and scratches his neck, smacking his lips as he makes his decision.
âyeah, i did. i had lots of fun.â
the words sting. they hurt you and make your heart ache in a way that makes you physically weak. you shouldâve expected that answer. your shoulders tense up and your fingers curl around the material of your kimonoâfeeling a sense of anger and betrayal.
you can see a ghost of a smirk on sukunaâs lips, which only reminds you of his nature. his nature as an independent, aloof and cold man who likes to play with his prey. a natural disaster that knows no emotion, that shows no mercy to anyone.
youâre naive for thinking that you could be the exception. all of those times with sukuna were confirmed to be but a lie in that moment. as your gazes meet, you can now easily interpret what that look in those red eyes meant.
âknow your place,â
thatâs what it means. youâre foolish, dumb. you take a deep breath to compose yourself after youâve been made out to be a total fool. you shouldâve listened to those warnings, you shouldâve known that you were getting played.
this is exactly what sukuna desired to achieve. to build up your trust, to make you comfortable enough with him, to think youâre special and that he wonât need any other woman other than you â just to shatter your pathetic delusions when the time comes.
âtsk tsk. no need to look at me like that,â sukuna scoffs, a mocking laugh leaving his lips. he can hear a small voice in the back of his head telling him to shut up and let you go, to not make it worse, but who is he to listen to that irrelevant thought? he can decide for himself.
âyâ werenât around, so the other concubines simply did their job by serving me,â he stares the other way, seemingly not interested by your presence anymore. his face is as expressionless as ever, âwhat do yâ think i keep them âround for, brat? for decoration purposes? hah, nah.â
another loud mocking laugh makes you nearly burst out in tears. you donât know if itâs in anger or sadness. you take a deep, shaky breath for the last time. you unclench your fists and nod, accepting the reality check youâd just gotten.
itâs a slap to the face, but it helped you get out of your delusions. the delusions that sukuna is a man capable of loving someone, even if it is just for a tiny bit. this visit confirmed that thereâs not an ounce of love or appreciation in that manâs body.
âiâm glad you had fun, my lord,â you answer after a bit of silence. you bow at sukuna in an attempt to stay polite while struggling with that inner turmoil. you donât even glance up at him anymore. you need another break already.
sukuna isnât dumb. you may think that youâre good at hiding your emotions, but youâre not. at least not around the king of curses. heâs spent enough time around you to realise that youâre going through a lot right now.
heâs the reason for it, yet he cannot bring himself to feel an ounce of empathy. he just looks at you with a blank stare, thinking that this is for the best.
âgood night then,â you add and turn around to walk out of sukunaâs room. your steps are slow as you secretly hope to be called back, like sukuna would do every time youâd leave his room after an intimate night. you just want him to tell you that this was a test of some sortâa cruel joke.
you want to feel like his favorite again. you donât want to be thrown away like this. you donât want to be on the same level as all the other concubines. you want to stand out to him.
unfortunately, you donât hear sukunaâs voice anymore. he lets you walk away without a care in the world. the heavy doors of his chambers close behind you and you feel your knees buckle. âfuck,â you cuss to yourself and clench your chest.
you lean back against the closed doors and try to regain your composure. crying can be done when youâre in your roomânot in the hallway where anyone could catch you. you donât want to give the other concubines more reason to bully you.
you drag your feet across the wooden flooring. all those times with sukuna, all those slight glimpses of his soft side that only youâre allowed to seeâ all of that is thrown into the trash.
you really shouldnât have gotten so attached to him on an emotional level.
meanwhile, sukuna is silently sitting on his bed, thinking back to what just happened. he usually never doubts his decisions, but this is an exception. why couldnât he just tell you the truth?
his mouth had moved before he could let his mind process all that he was feeling. a small part of him regrets it, though strangely, he couldnât feel any real sympathy for your situation.
sukuna drapes an arm over his eyes, clicking his tongue at himself. he just wants to let the situation go, though his brain isnât letting him to. the image of you standing at the edge of his bed, clearly hurt by his actions, flashes through his mind again.
he sighs. heâs sure that heâs going to forget about you soon enough. he needed an excuse to get rid of you for the sake of regaining control over his own being and he took the chance. he should be glad that he didâit meant that heâd be his usual selfâwith no weaknesses to look out for.
sukuna blows out another cloud of smoke through his mouth. as much as heâs proud of himself for not giving in to you, he canât help but let his thoughts wander again. youâre probably crying in your room. he knows youâre sensitive. you would always cry about the smallest of things and heâd hold you (feigning reluctance) until youâve calmed down.
he canât do that now.
well, he can, but he wonât. sukuna has made his decision today: itâs power and status over you. thatâs what itâs always been. you were but a toy he used to get a stronger grip on himself.
perhaps he simply is what people make him out to be; a monster. nothing more, nothing less.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#jjk angst#sukuna angst#ryomen sukuna angst
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lore dropping in the tags because! uhm
#â ⎠ïčramblingïč#habit lore drop!!#my tag for lore drops bc i have experienced life altering mental illness#but the obsessive murderous hannigram dynamic is doing the opposite of wonders for my recovering brain#i had this whole delusion (question mark? idk if thats the right word but idk what it was but its never been addressed by anyone but me#long story short i was very famous on yandere tumblr and insta bc i was very unwell in the head#i could write a whole paper about irl yanderes bc being in there u learn its nothing like the stereotype of irl yanderes#but its just a lot of unstable people in an echo chamber#honestly most dont mean any harm its just a venting method tbh.. but w the aesthetic and japanese origin ppl will say ur being problematic#or whatevs#idrc this is not the point#i loooove to give way too much unnecessary context#BUT ANYWAYS#hannigram would have been like. the blueprint relationship for me#like now i can appreciate it as a ship separate from myself as a real person#but idk especially with the origami heart body in season 3 like its stirring smth up in me#and i nono wanna relapse#but like how do u not relapse into a state of mind?#and idek what it was like officially bc on paper theres nothing wrong with me#i became a whole different person and no one around me noticed?? i was so toxic and awful to be around bc i had this dark cloud over me#but nobody knows nobody knows and it weighs on me i was so awful not even to be edgy but bc i was having these awful urges#idk where im going with this im just lore dropping now#im going to stop#i need to speak to a professional but i could never tell anyone this#tldr hannigram makes smth in my brain itch that has been dormant for like two years and i want it to stay sleeping#bc if it wakes up and i go insane again idk if i will survive it
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[ Monsters List ] - Sensitive info with targets abilities
A/n: Not my usual writing at all! these details are relationship stuff each character has with the reader that isnât shown in the main story. (Some details are omitted to avoid spoilers). Now that this is done, Iâll be going back to the main story line now ^^. If iâm missing any warnings, please say so.
Pairing: [Monster!Twst x Reader] Featuring, Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey, Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Epel, Idia, Malleus, Lilia, Sebek, Silver, Rollo, & Neige.
Summary: Dear, [Name], Crowley just informed me he did not give the courtesy of listing all the beasts and their abilities into your possession, please allow me to be the one to aid you. Here are bullets of their names and prowesses, as well as species. Please, do stay safe and out of trouble, and remember to eat and sleep well. Love, From, Rollo.
âDid it send?â âI⊠Iâm sorry Sir Rollo, it seems we were unable to reach [Name] in timeâŠâ ââŠWhat.â
Warnings: Some fuffy and some arenât, Stalking, Mentions of Nsfw (Vil). Zombies (Ace, Deuce), Biting (Ace, Deuce, and Jamil), Squeezing? (Jamil, Floyd), Hints of possession in each section, Blood Drinking (Epel, Jade, Lilia), Theyâre all monsters that are evil so⊠Murder, Kisses (Kalim, Floyd, Malleus), Blood,
Prologue Chapter
Riddle Rosehearts [ Ghost ]
- Warning: Capable of Magic. [ Magic is a mystery in the field, all that is known is itâs abilities monsters have that arenât typically in their species skillset, as well as being especially powerful to utilize it ]
- He posses the abilities of, phasing, possession, kinesis (many different kinds), invisibility, telepathy, and short moments of time where he can have a physical body. He tends to forget heâs a ghost leading to numerous times where youâve accidentally injuried yourself and he rushes to your side to give aid, only for his to hand phase through you instead of truly helping. He feels guilty not being able to help you.
Thereâs a secret part of him that feels less guilty and more angry, about being incapable of touching you all the time. Sometimes, he wishes he was Ace just so he could wrap some part of him around you, but alas, he can only do so in short intervals, which just⊠isnât enough.
- Has a habit of just, watching. Youâve caught him at your window at night. He insists coming in without permission is unlawful, to which you tell him looking at you through glass is just plain creepy. You now invite him for tea parties, yet that still doesnât stop him from longingly gazing through the glass that separates you two. (freak)
- Glows a bright red when heâs either angry or extremely flustered. You walked in one time when the former was happening and were temporarily blinded, in your own temporary home no lessâŠ
With the latter⊠he was helping you figure out a crossword puzzle from a lost book you had found during the night. When he helped you figure it out, he swears your smile was so bright he was blinded. In your case, at least you didnât need a lantern to see the page anymore.
- He has numerous stitches on his body, his mouth, his neck, and his heart, or at least, where it wouldâve been had he still had it. In the short times when he decides to take on a physical form, he enjoys letting your hands trace over the numerous threads through his skin⊠He wonât admit it, but itâs a comfort.
- When heâs working, his exposition completely changes. You get scared of him, you forget just how determined he is to being the pinnacle of perfection, even as a monster.
- Survival: Fear and Grievances, prays on victims through Possesion and death.
Ace Trappola & Deuce Spade [ Zombies ]
- Infectious Bites. There have been many close calls where the two almost bit you, secretly hoping to turn you into them in their delusions of being with you forever, it never works though cause when they try, you turn and give them a smile that haunts them so bad they canât bear the thought of you hating them. The idea always rears its ugly head back to them, but then you treat the two like a regular human and, unknowingly, save yourself just a little longer.
- Anatomy Control (Disassembling limbs and still having control). Deuce has a very common occurring tendency, that leads him to lose his limbs on occasion. He can still feel what they feel, but when they separate from him, they tend to have a mind of their own. There have been several times where youâve been the one to return a limb, typically his hand, and heâs all fidgety cause it just refuses to let go of you.
âI⊠I promise this doesnât usually happenâŠ! I have no idea why it wonât let go of youâ with how lovingly it was stroking your hand earlier (which you wonât mention to Deuce)⊠Youâre not too sure either⊠Does it like the feeling of warmth? âNext time this happens, just⊠Feel free to stab itâ he looks dejected, but you accept his offer nonetheless.
- Ace has asked to sleep with you in your bed because his grave is so cold and lonely. You wouldnât want him dying alone a second time right? Thatâs too cruel. He was surprised when you accepted, even more so when you said there werenât rules like âYou have to stay on this side of the bed!â or âDonât touch me!â, he asked you if you had a thing for him, to which you only quirk up your eyebrow at his question.
âHmâŠ? Iâve slept with someone before, I donât think itâs that serious.â ⊠What. Whoâs this someone?! He doesnât end up sleeping as heâs left wondering who youâve been with before him, little does he know this someone was just a reserved monster hunter who was watching over you with a fever.
- Theyâre the most attached to you, in a physical sense. Considering at least one, or even more, of the limbs on the duo is just bones, along with Deuce missing an eye and Ace missing part of his face, itâs a bit hard for them to go out without giving people a heart attack. So⊠They break into wherever youâre temporarily staying, which is typically an abandoned house, and accompany you in every location they possibly can. One very worrying thing they do, is stick their limbs in your bag. They wonât admit it but, itâs cause they miss you. You need to tell them sticking Aceâs eye in there to keep watch is NOT okay.
- Survival: Eating Humans
Cater Diamond [ Ghost� ]
- Phasing, possession, invisibility, telepathy. Though you donât see him use any of these capabilities very much. You wonder why but never go through with asking him, how could you when he looks so happy to be in your presence? At least, you think heâs happy. You can never tell if itâs genuine or not⊠His smile doesnât quite reach his eyes like everyone elseâŠ
- Whenever he decides to spend his time with you, his face is never close enough in view for you to decipher any real features of his. What color are his eyes? What does his nose look like? Is the diamond you remember on him even there? The basics of a face are in your memory, but you can never remember the more eunique traits of his. You⊠Donât know why that is at all. It feels like youâre forgetting something from the first meeting you had with Cater, but your suspicions tell you it had something to do with his face.
- Even though heâs a ghost, it feels like he forgets something about that sometimes⊠Itâs different from Riddle, who simply forgets he no longer has a physical body, itâs like he doesnât remember he even died in the first place. Youâve seen him all alone, the sunny disposition he proposes to everyone is gone, a hollow feeling in his vicinity. You couldnât hear it clearly, the only word heard at all being sisters.
- The moment he sees you itâs like heâs scrambling to change his disposition, walking up to you casually as he mentions how cute you look today, ahh you should take him shopping! Heâll be discreet donât worryâ
âCater, how did you die?â
âWhaâ? W-who cares about that, come on just take me to town kayâ?â you do end up bringing him as he points at things heâll never be able to use, commenting on how cute they would be to have and show off, even attempting to wrap his arm around your shoulder before laughing off at his arm phasing through your body and making your spine shiver.
You donât miss the way his laugh is more forced than usual, and obvious distress at what happened. Why is he so upset he canât touch you? Is there a reason he wants to so bad? For once, you wanna know.
âCater, lets go on a date again.â
âI didnât know you were so up-frontâŠ! But, if youâre asking then I just canât say no can I?â
- Survival: Fear and Grievances, prays on victims through Possesion and death(?)
Trey Clover [ Frankenstein ]
- The sight of a giant, buff, green, adult man, hovering over you like a doting boyfriend as you bake is certainly a domestic sight to behold. Though it becomes less heartwarming when you remember this scientifically resurrected man is 8 feet tall, he can basically reach the top shelf when heâs kneeling.
- Just like the zombies of Heartslaybul, Trey can disassemble his limbs, but he has more control over it than the other two⊠Youâve had a fair share of moments where youâre trying to eat and a stitched up hand crawls towards you with a piece of cake., itâs sweet, but horrifying in the dark.
- Heâs a glorified brick wall, if brick walls could also fight back at insane speeds. You watched him unintentionally scare off another Monster Hunter once, they weren't intimidated by his size at all, even attempting to throw a punch at him to show off. Their try immediately backfired as Trey stood unfazed, watching them run away cradling their hand. Before you can blink, Treyâs already towering over you asking if there was a pastry he should try making for you. Honestly⊠You need to tell Crowley to hire better employees.
- Trey has electrocuted you once. Totally unintentional on his part, but if someone asked him what he thought when he did it, he would tell them with a soft smile you look cute. Meanwhile, youâre on the other side of the room trying to make sure Trey doesnât increase the voltage next time he tries holding you. Everytime he attempts to do just that, youâre quick to jump out the way. Heâll smile softly but he canât deny heâs a little disheartened... Seems heâll just have to rebuild that trust.
- Despite all the stitches on his body, unlike Riddle, there arenât open wounds on his body, so heâs technically the only one who can accompany you without drawing too much attention. Itâs a secret kept between the two of you, but whenever you head into the square, you both walk to as many bakeries as possible, tasting whatever you can afford. Whenever he put something in his mouth, heâd make an offhand comment about his family. You wonder⊠How did Trey even resurrect like this?
- Survival: Undocumented
Leona Kingscholar [ Beastman Mummy ]
- Warning: Capable of Magic.
- His skin is wrapped in so many bandages, all of them he can bend at his will. Youâre curious as to what he looks like under the fabric, but one glare and the feeling of binds grappling around your body is enough for you to reconsider. Thatâs only if you attempt to look underneath, if not, heâll sit in silence as you admire each carefully placed bind, cracking an eye open to watch you close in on him in curiosity.
- Watching him manipulate sand just to make places to sleep is entertaining, but being dragged into his timeframe of napping is surely not. The grip he has on you is ironclad as the two of you lay on the grainy bed, if you complain about sand getting into your clothes heâll make a sly suggestion of âJust take off your clothesâ before retreating into a slumber that you canât shake him from. Even if you did decide to do that, how would you even take them offâŠ? He wonât let go of youâŠ!
- Despite being a former corpse, if he was still mortal, heâd essentially be an ultimate being. Heâs super strong, fast, heâs quick at recovering, and even if you did cut off a limb of his heâd regrow in just half the time it took to get it off him. To make it worse heâs handsome, has an air of nonchalance, and a prince. You can just imagine the sound of Crewel and Rollo nagging at you for thinking such heinous things about a beast youâre meant to be killing.
- Whenever Leona controls the dead, you hide behind him. Not because youâre scared of his army, but because they remind you of Ace and Deuce, and youâd rather not see versions of themselves not heed danger whatsoever. You were half awake one time when he summoned corpses, your blurry eyes mistaking two of them for Deuce and Ace, wrapping your arms around their shoulders and pulling them into you. You only realize itâs not them when Leona grabs your from behind and hoists your body onto his shoulder like a sack.
âWrong Zombies.â he makes an effort to have you sleep more before you accidentally kill yourself for such a small error.
- That little pain inducement ability he has? It sucks. Itâs funny when he uses it to telepathically pinch Ruggie when heâs away. But, being reduced to a puddle of pure hurt and strain is the worst. Just watching Leona use it makes you remember⊠nevermind. Seeing his victims fall to their knees as he drains them of their life force is depressing, the burden of your defeat rearing its shame when he just knocks back and naps as their bodies turn to sand.
- Even when his tail wraps around your leg in a form of adoration, you canât help but feel disdain for yourself remembering all those who are now dust on the ground because of him.
- Survival: Feeding off vitality
Ruggie Bucchi [ Werehyena ]
- Please tell Ruggie to stop tracking you with his senses and your stolen possessions, youâve been scared too many times by him popping up out of nowhere. Itâs even more horrifying in the night since his face looks so scary (His happy face looks the same as his hunting face. Donât tell him though, heâll rob you of your belongings in pettiness.)
- His eyes are so hypnotizing, both poetically and realistically. Youâve seen him mesmerize loving couples into handing over their belongings in his human form, only to revisit them later in the night to consume the rest of his steal. You asked him once what the point is in getting their stuff in the day only to kill them in the night, and he just smiles before softly placing a piece of bread on your lips.
You never take the bread from his hands, allowing him to feed you himself all the time, feeding you with the same hands stained with a bloody ending to a romance story. Maybe⊠itâll get his pension for praying on lovers to soften, the thought of having his own might put his thoughts to bay⊠Who are you lying to that wonât happen, itâs how he lives, and how he will continue to live.
You know it wonât change when heâs desperately trying to hide the red stains under his nails.
- Heâs very keen on being in your vicinity. No reason, you think, but heâs just always there, talking to you like normal. Which is weird, why does it feel so normal? The more you ponder it, maybe heâs more natural in your life cause of how equalized he is. Heâs laidback yet cunning at the same time, not too good, but not too heinous (if you ignore his murders.) Itâs a nice change of pace from people who see, to be heavily relent on one trait. Even though with a kinder personality feel weird⊠So, talking to Ruggie is a nice escapeâ
âRuggie, did you take my wallet again?â
âHowâd you think I paid for that bread? Shihihiâ Augh! Ow okay I'm sorryâ!â he makes it up to you by giving you his portion of food. You pretend to take it out of pettiness, but late at night when heâs sleep, you wrap it up and leave it on his bedside for when he goes hungry in the night.
When he does wake up, he knows who left the meal by his side, including the extras that lay next to it.
- Survival: Eating anything he can get his hands on
Jack Howl [ Human� ]
- You always wondered how Jack got so built. Of course, if itâs from training, you would never undermine his efforts. But, his strength is so hardcore you doubt itâs even humanly possible. There had been a speech from Crowley in town you attended with both Jack and Rollo, all three of you booted to the very back. When you commented on how you couldnât see, Rollo told you âWe could always move forwardââ But heâs cut off with shock when he watches Jack effortlessly carry you onto his shoulder, keeping you rested there for an hour straight without complaint, even shifting the way he holds you depending on what you wanted at the moment.
âWe couldâve just gone up there, Jack⊠Now put them downâŠ!â
âI donât mind, They seem comfortable here anyway.â You canât help but laugh at Rollo's overbearing nature, patting his head as you hold onto Jack.
- Hes never answered you before on when or how he joined the hunting organization, literally. Heâs so silent when you ask, but the moment you switch to a different topic heâs chiming in his opinion like he didnât just give you the silent treatment for 15 minutes. He told you heâd never lie to you, so, you guess he was telling the truth about that statement.
- Whenever Rollo is unavailable to you, Jack essentially works as his âreplacementâ according to Sam. You wouldnât call him that though, Jack cares for you the same way Rollo does, but heâs a lot less⊠Restricted towards you. You can go out at midnight with him as long as you let him walk you back home, You can eat more junk food, and you can even go into the forest with him outside of a job! Rollo is oblivious to it, but there are moments where you might, just a tinsy weensy bit, prefer having Jack watch over you compared to him. You still love Rollo though! (Never say that to him directly, he will dissect what kinda of love it is youâre implying for him.)
- Overall, you canât wait to see him again when you go to Savanaclaw! Youâre curious as to why he hasnât reached back to you after the 2 months he's been there thoughâŠ
Azul Ashengrotto [ Slime Kraken ]
- Warning: Capable of Magic.
- His true form is huge, being bigger than the size of 5 pirate ships combined. When he shrinks himself though, heâs only 7 feet long and huge, rather than 50 feet long and huge! Less scary right? (itâs not, youâre just trying to delude yourself.)
- Itâs more dangerous when considering the substance heâs made out of is multi-purpose, making him invisible, essentially unkillable, and extremely capable in offense. Youâve seen it first hand considering youâve been on the receiving end of his malice once. If you have to admit it though, itâs a lot scarier watching him use his skills on unknowing sailors. You collect what remains of them, and set them to rest far away from the sea.
- During the night, youâre divided on whether or not he can be considered horrifying, or beautiful. The twins glow, but they're limited to their one-color pallets. Azuls body, channels the light from his surroundings, making him more than one color sometimes. Itâs a bit saddening when you notice how insecure he is about the material of his body, even using magic to appear more human-like in his state. If you tell him heâs handsome in his regular slime state, heâll flush in embarrassment. (If you go a step further and hug him as such a gross substance, goodness, heâs already looking through books at the bottom of the ocean about human courting. Never mind youâre still trying to kill him, heâll slay your heart if he has to!)
- If he uses Magic, he, can turn himself into a human for a little. He never really had a reason to go on land, heâs powerful in the sea, even ranked as one of the 7 most wanted monsters. But, now that youâre in his life, he wants to follow you and see what it would be like to live with you as a person. He doesnât call it a date, but he thinks of it as one, even imagines himself telling Jade and Floyd (Little does he know they already beat him to the punch on that oneâŠ). You take him by the hand and the urge to stay on land with you becomes even stronger. But, so does the need to have you in the ocean with him.
- His tentacles along with his crazy strength, just make him an even harder foe to fight. Truly⊠What are you meant to do when youâre sitting down and in his sleep, he just clings onto you with a tentacle, and now you just, canât leave? Besides heâs asleep, how are they latching onto you so hard⊠They don't have a mind of their ownâ You remember seeing an article that wrote about such a phenomenon. Okay, so maybe they do act of their own volition⊠why do they cling so desperately to you?
- Survival: Eating as much of whatever is available
Jade Leech & Floyd Leech [ Skeleton Sea Serpents ]
- During your stay in their abode, youâd wake up to Floyd squeezing you so hard you swear one of the bones on his tail were gonna puncture you. Heâs too strong, horrifically strong to the point you fear getting squeezed more than twice a day could genuinely kill you. If you donât voice this concern, you might risk your death, but if you do, heâll restrain himself a bit (he couldnât bear the thought of killing his shrimpy! Youâre too fun to play with, let him kiss those sore places better yeah? Besides, just a little biting doesnât hurt)
- Their senses are so enhanced, itâs just as scary as their strength. You had sliced your hand once, a medium amount of blood pouring out, and before you could even do anything, Jade had swam up to you and latched onto your wrist, pulling you down, almost tugging you into the water, and began licking the wound clean, his eyes empty and his sharp teeth dragging across your skin. You thought he was miles awayâŠ?! How did he know you were bleedingâŠ? When heâs done, he pats your hand and smiles before engaging in a casual conversation about your day, uncharacteristically gentlemanly after such a scary display. If you ask him what that was about, heâll innocently tilt his head and ask you âwhatever are you talking about?â
- Just like Azul, their true forms are giant, not as big as his, but still equally as terrifying, the sharp bones that poke out their body further proving this fact.
- Extremely Fast, Youâve seen this first hand when Floyd jumped out of the water and dragged you through the sea to transport you to a âbeach dateâ in the middle of the ocean, in only 3 minutesâŠHe heard of these dates from Azul, âSaid he was gonna take you on one, thought itâd be funny if I took yah instead.â Youâre unable to inquire what he means by âAzul trying to take you outâ, as heâs brightly smiling when he places a sailor's cap on you. The small sight of blood in his canines is all you need to know about where this hat came from.
- Their teeth are sharp thatâs for sure, you watched Jade sink his teeth into unsuspecting marine life. The thought of him doing the same to ships 7 times the size of such animals, makes you worried for future sailors, and⊠For yourself. He flaunts those ivories at you so much, youâre worried heâs trying to hint at his insatiable hunger. (Heâs doesnât bite like Floyd does, but honestly, youâd prefer if he bit you instead of grazing his teeth on your skin so sensually)
- They like to drag you into the water with them. Youâre sure itâs how they have fun, the only exposure to the human world other than you is Azul and artifacts they collect from ships they were responsible for destroying. So of course, they wouldnât know the first thing of human play, yet⊠you have the underlying feeling they have a reason for doing such a thing that isnât just entertainment.
- Survival: Anything they can fit in their mouths (Whether it be marine life or ships. Though, these two have a specific craving for human)
Kalim Al-Asim [ Genie ]
- Extremely strong, every time he hugs you he completely forgets his strength. In the moments where he does realize it, heâs quick to apologize. If you tell him where you hurt, heâll insist âkissingâ it will make it better! Itâs what worked on his siblings, so it must work for you! If you donât tell him⊠heâll cry, so itâs better to just tell him.
- Wishmaking. He insists on letting him give you a wish, after all, you did save him from being lonely! (Youâre not sure if you could call it âsavingâ considering you were trying to kill him⊠and still are⊠). You never accept his offer, with the knowledge that everything has a price, (Thank you Azul for such a good lesson learned) which makes him sad, but in your awkward ways of comfort, you tell him the only wish you want, is a hug. He is ecstatic and wraps his arms around you, tight. Youâre regretting your wish now. Though, the glare from two pairs of slit eyes tells you youâre not the only one who doesnât like the wish.
- Too many riches too count⊠You wake up, gifted in gold and jewels, youâre halfway through the day, more diamonds and rubies, going to sleep⊠Gold and emeralds. You told Kalim no more. He found a loophole and just replaced the cheaper items with more expensive ones. Itâs technically not more so⊠You make a reminder to dump it all on Rollo, heâll surely enjoy having money to tend to his garden. (He wonât. You already know heâll refuse anything from a monster. But, if you bat your eyelashes enough he might accept it.)
âKalim, I donât need any more rubies.â Youâre sat on his golden throne, the optimistic wish granter between your legs with his arms wrapped around your waist as he sits on the floor, a beaming smile making you hesitant on his next words.
âThen Iâll just give you more diamonds!â ⊠Truly, you thought genies could only give out three wishes, why does it feel like this one wants to give you more than that⊠Itâs gotten to the point where you think he wants only you to be the one he grants anything to, going so far as finding a way to bypass the rules. He even gave you his lamp, which you gave back to Jamil upon receiving it.
- You do wonder⊠Where are the rest of the people Kalims granted desires to? Even more so, the rest of the genies, as far as youâre concerned, Crowley said there was only one left (that he wanted to get his greedy hands on). If you had just searched Kalim and Jamils shared space, surely you wouldâve found the corner filled with broken lamps in it.
Survival: Not sure, Either immortal or some secret to survival.
Jamil Viper [ Snake ]
- Warning: Capable of Magic.
- Half snake half man, his lithe body is enough to give you pause no matter how many times you see it, even after seeing the leeches who have a similar body. You think the reason might be more cause of his intimidating eyes rather than his actual body however, 2 sharp slits are enough to make anyone rethink their judgment.
- When he sleeps, he unknowingly wraps around you, his human half bunching you in his arms as if he isnât squeezing your legs. You think itâs just his instincts using use as warmth considering heâs cold-blooded, so you let him (Little do you know heâs perfectly warm enough, his body is just drawn to you for some reason). When he wakes up, he considers poisoning himself from embarrassment.
- Venomus, the long pointed fangs could tell you that much. When he sheds a tooth after meeting you, he doesnât toss it away like he used to, he finds a piece of string and slides it through the solid, letting you watch him in skepticism as he slithers towards you, gently placing the newly formed necklace in your palm as his forked tongue sticks out. (He also left a little venom trapped inside, in case anyone gets a little too close than wanted.)
- Donât stare into his eyes to long, or else youâll find yourself entranced by the slits in his pupils, and completely hypnotized without even his knowledge. Itâs like heâs so enchanted by you that he forgets he can do something like that. When he realizes what heâs done, an hour goes by before you come to. You donât feel any different, but one looks at your wrist adorned with a snake bracelet that wasnât there before tells you something happenedâŠ
You canât move it from its place, but you honestly donât want to, itâs pretty. Works perfectly well in Jamil's favor, if you had, you definitely wouldâve noticed the two holes punctured into your skin by a familiar set of fangsâ
âJamil, Kalim gave me his lamp again.â
â⊠Really?â Heâs quick to take it off your hands. If only he could wish instead⊠it would make his life so much easier.
- Survival: Undocumented
Vil Schoenheit [ Incubus ]
- Warning: Capable of Magic.
- Youâre human. Youâre not immune to charm and flirtation. Itâs disappointing that Vil is so good at what he does. You havenât given into temptation, at least, not yet.
- Shapeshifting, heâs told you before if you have someone in mind youâd ever want to do such things with, he can transform into them if you hope to practice your confession, when you tell him nobody comes to mind, you fail to notice the devious smile that perches on his lips in victory. It seems the only face that will appear in your brain in such moments of vulnerability will be his, and thatâs enough for him.
âThough, Since I used to see Neige almost every day maybe his? He has seen me in moments even Rollo hasnâtâŠâ
What?
- Feasting on the vitality of humans is something commonly known for incubi, youâve asked Vil before if youâre going to die soon from him touching you⊠You already know heâs an amazing actor so when he answers you, you canât tell if heâs lying or if itâs the truth, especially when he takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips like a prince, perfectly playing off the suspicion in his answer.
- You think itâs unfair heâs so attractive, if he had only half his looks it would at least be easier to not stare at his pretty featuresâ what are you thinkingâŠ?! You can already hear the scolding of everyone else telling you how heinous it is to think such thoughts, but once again, you're distracted by the feeling of Vil dipping into the couch next to you, offering a drink as if you two were just ordinary people. To be fair, his whole survival depends on how well he can interact with humans⊠He only smiles when you take the drink.
- Making Hallucinations is just common practice for Vil, Rook praising him for all the people who gave into his temptations from his feats. You were once sure he had never used it on you, you could never fall for such a puny delusion, but now, your confidence has faded. Things in your memory are blurry, unclear.
Has⊠Vil has been using it on you�
- Survival: Corruption of humans through desire, feeding off vitality
Rook Hunt [ Boogeyman ]
- You make an extreme effort to avoid all manners of shadows since youâve met him. Lurking in the dark is his forte, and it doesn't bode well for you because almost all your work is done in the dark. Even then⊠your efforts are in vain because you still feel the sensation of eyes burning into you at all times of the day. In these cases, you retreat to Vil in hopes he can rein him in a bit.
- Shapeshifting is a rare and dangerous ability. Unfortunately, Rook of all monsters has it. Even in places with no signs of shadows, it feels like heâs still there. It doesnât make it any better that he hints towards that being the truth.
âAh trickster, you looked magnifique in that bathing suit!â
âYou were the waiter who kept offering me drinks werenât you.â
âThe way I observe my muse shall not be disclosed!â
- Watching Rook feast on fear isnât scary, but rather⊠unsettlingâŠ? He places his mouth near his victim as what you can only assume to be their fear twists up into his throat, the horrified human trembling in terror. Such a scary expression quickly disappears when he turns to you with the happiest smile and gushes to the poor human about how wonderful you are, rubbing his cheek to yours like a sappy couple.
âAh! TricksterâŠ! You are quite sweaty! Shall I dry you offââ you shut him up by throwing the same towel he was about to clean you up with, in his face.
- His skill set is already horrifying, but adding in the basic ability of enhanced strength just makes it worse. You canât even begin to count how many walls Rook has torn through for you⊠A simple ow, and what you originally thought to be a brick wall, is now a giant hole with the boogeyman at your call. Itâs harder to be nice to him when heâs insistent that you train your capabilities on him. The amount of times Rook has turned a stab into a firm held waltz is just too many.
âNon non, You must hide your hand better trickster.â
âI would do that if you weren't cradling me into a dip right now Rookâ Stop dancing with me already!â
- Survival: Fear and Grief
Epel Felimer [ Newbie Vampire ]
- He's asked you before if he could suck you dry. He honestly expected you to say no, but when you reached your arm out and told him to just not turn you, he was sure you must be some sort of blessing in disguise. When heâs done, he begs you not to tell Vil, as the incubus banned him from feeding. Youâll come to regret it at some point though, as now he continuously comes back to you in times of hunger.
- He runs at such fast speeds, itâs incredible to you, youâve clapped for him a couple times, but, every-time you did⊠he got distracted and would trip. He wishes the sun would come up and kill him in those moments.
- Compulsion is a dangerous thing, you shouldnât be shocked, but luckily for you, he⊠doesnât seem to know how to use it the way it should be utilized. The moment he does finally master such an ability, youâll have to find someway to get past that. He did try using it on you once, a simple command asking you to tell him how âmanlyâ he is, somehow, someway, the command turned into something much more⊠embarrassing. He stands in bewilderment at the way your hands are cupping your face, endlessly praising Epel about how amazing he is, and how you wish to stay with him forever.
Vil and Rook stepped in to save you. He was sat in the corner as a punishment.
- His hunger is, insatiable. Youâre not sure youâve ever seen such a monster so bloodthirsty. Itâs like he has some goal to just, feast on as many people as he can⊠He mistook you as a stranger he could freely feast on, jumping on you, ready to sink his fangs into your neck. Heâs only narrowly stopped when the moon shines on your face and he knows itâs you. If it wasnât, whoever took your place would not doubt be dead.
- Survival: Blood
Idia Shroud [ Reaper ]
- Warning: Capable of Magic.
- With how moody Idia is, you forget what his occupation is until he shows up at your door with the scythe he uses to escort the dead.
- Reapers arenât necessarily evil or good, which is why youâre always conflicted about how to feel about Idia. Should you⊠Make your decisions based off his personality rather than what he is to slay himâ? Why is he whispering about how all the other monsters should drop deadâ Ah, he thinks theyâre cooler than him.
- You essentially work as a discounted vent session as Idia talks about how everyone else is so much worthier than him to be slain by hunters. They all have cool abilities and cool looks, what is he stuck with? An edgy cloak and a tool farmers use to cut hayâ
- His rant is cut short at the sound of a cheap board game slamming on the table, his eyes looking up to you placing a game piece on the spot, signaling him to take his turn as you tell him how heâs âthe only one you find playing games with funâ. Truly, you must be one of the kindest souls heâs had the fortune of meeting, he should know, half of the spirits he escorts are huge douches.
- It just makes him all the more worried about bringing you to the after life.
- Even though Idia doesnât have a reason to actively hurt humans, itâs still worrying when he describes to you in detail of his After life Capabilities. He once told you a story about how a guy was acting so high and mighty he trapped him in the space between life and death, only coming back to laugh at him when the man was practically broken. He only stops his retelling when he looks up and sees the most hurt expression on your face.
- After that, he sits up before you can even say anything, leaving immediately as he buries his head in his hands. The next day, heâs at your door as you silently stare at him, his form of retribution for your hurt being whatever you mentioned wanting during the week. You accept his gift, but that still doesnât stop the fear of what Idia does to the souls he guides with a lack of fondness.
- Survival: Unable to Die. (Speculation)
Malleus Draconia [Dragon Gargoyle⊠And⊠something else?]
- Warning: Capable of Magic.
- Heavy durability, as he is pure stone. in times of desperation, you watch as green sparkles fly around the man as stone turns soft. His spell doesnât last long but in his desire he chooses to pepper you in kisses with smooth lips. The first time he attempted to romantically place a peck on your arm, you cringed at the feeling of rough stone on your skin. It hurt his feelings so he opted to just spell himself instead.
- Heavy. He didnât wanna move away from a doorway you had to exit through to leave. You tried lifting him out of the way, you donât think youâve ever tried so hard to move something before. He thought it was an attempt at a hug, so you ended up being smooshed in his arms for an hour before Lilia saved you.
- Camaflouge, the stone heâs made of, and moss that grows on his body can be manipulated in any way he wishes, even his size, itâs scary watching him go from his regular 6 feet to an astonishing 10. This trait of his has served numerous moments where youâre surveying his castle only to feel arms pulling you back into a stone exterior. Your reflexes are swift to throw a punch, only to have the cruel reminder of rock busting your hand.
âAh forgive me, I did not mean to hurt you Child of huntersâ
âMy hand is broken Malleus.â
âWe can just get you a new hand can we not?â That night serves as the first of having to tell Malleus he canât always spell you when youâre injured. To this, he tells you thatâs nonsense and heâll expend all his reserves for you.
- Considering heâs also a Dragon, flight, and fire breathing really shouldnât surprise you. What does surprise you is when he looked more dragon than gargoyle sometimes, his eyes becoming more lively, scales being more obvious, and his wings and horn being truer than theyâve ever been. You have a sneaking suspicion his instincts change forms too, his already heavy clinginess increasing tenfold. Youâre either held by his clawed fingers or wrapped in his wing.
- Despite Malleus being marked as one of the most dangerous kills possible, you find it extremely easy to⊠ask him to do something. In fits of anger, heâll cling impossibly close to you, trying desperately to attempt to cease the ugly feeling festering inside him. Heâll tell you he never wants you to leave his side. If youâre not feeling like being trapped inside, all you need to do is wrap your arms around his neck and lean into his ear with a low whisper, asking him to let you go. For a moment, his grip will tighten, but slowly he relents, his stone eyes watching you wave goodbye.
- Though, truthfully, You donât feel like youâre free⊠Sometimes, you notice gargoyles in places where there shouldnât be any. Sooner or later, his resolve might break, asking him for such freedoms might not be as easy.
- Not only that but⊠Thereâs definitely a side to him that isnât just some Dragon Gargoyle. Whenever you have the chance to dig deeper into it, youâre met with a wall that separates you from the truth. Just what is Malleus?
- Survival: ???, Unable to Die. Do not attempt.
Lilia Vanrouge [ ??? ]
- Caution: Possibly capable of Magic.
- Certainly the most mysterious of the bunch⊠To be fair, everyone in the Diasmonia space is filled with anonymity. He doesnât have any specific qualities that warrant a decisive conclusion, but youâre confident that heâs not a human. Sometimes he has wings, sometimes fangs, sometimes spider legs, just what is he?! (He has used this capability to scare you on numerous occasions, taking the form of a giant wasp and chasing you once. When he gets bored though, he clings onto you endlessly, not as bad as Malleus but still very often. You woke up to him in your bed once, and now he occasionally appears there to âwake you upâ by sliding his arms around your waist. Please tell him youâll only let him do this if he stops turning into freaky stuffâŠ)
- You have no doubt heâs one of the monsters that eat humans. You took a sniff of his red juice once, itâs definitely blood, and considering why youâre here, itâs for sure not animal blood. Out of guilt for failing whatever human is his current meal, you offered up yourself as a blood bag, and he happily indulged, pining you to the table and nipping that delicious spot on your neck. Out of courtesy for everyone else in the castle... You lock the door.
But it doesnât matter, youâre quite sure he didnât honor the agreement anyway, as heâs happily feasting on a mystery meat you know isnât any creature near this castle.
- He always keeps you on your toes, one of the moments being when he used his flight to carry you all over the sky, laughing at you and your body clinging onto him in fear of dropping to your death. It makes it worse that he doesnât do it slow, he flies so fast you can hear the wind slicing through the air, your arms only wrapping around his neck trying to get even closer than you already are.
âLiliaâŠ! Lilia! Put us downâ! Iâm gonna dieâŠ!â you can feel his hand pat your head as he tightens his grip on your body.
âAwwâŠdonât worry, as long as Iâm here you wonât fall!â you believe him, but that doesnât make you feel any safer at allâŠ
- Despite how decrepit the Diasmonia castle is, there are still photos of its rein on the wall. In an attempt to know your targets better, you look at some of them, immediately recognizing Lilia in one of the frames⊠But, his aura seemed different, more cold, more cruel⊠He was bloodied, and youâre sure that body heâs holding is what you think it is, but, he doesn't have that usual crazy happy look he has when he catches his next meal.
-Just how did Lilia end up like this?
- Survival: Undocumented
Sebek Zigvolt [ Swamp Monster ]
- He says youâre pathetic. (He continues to leave flowers specific from his swamp at your door) Youâre not⊠Youâre not very sure what he thinks of youâŠ? He says youâre a coward, yet continues to gift you plants after you offhandedly mentioned how you think theyâre pretty. So⊠What does that meanâŠ?
- Maybe theyâre poisonous⊠Heh⊠Maybe you can use them on Crowleyâ
- Your plan of attack is interrupted as a booming voice bursts your ear drums, the source of distress being the green being covered in moss, water, and vines. You follow the trail of plants leading from the swamp to the creature behind you, a bear, wrapped in controlled swamp foliage by the monster of the water. Sebek huffs and chastises you for such carelessness, but the feeling of you scooping his hands into yours and thanking him with a smile makes the words on his tongue go numb. Not for too long though, as he tells you obviously a beast like him can handle such lowly creatures, no wonder you didnât notice.
- Before you came along, according to Silver, the water he resides in used to be a mess, as he said âLilia believes it to fit my role of Swamp Monster, so I shall keep it!â so he kept it the way it is and let it out control. But, apparently, after you, it subtly became neater, flowers adorning the ridges of where once was messed moss, his water adorned with petals of your favorite color, the place even smelling like your favorite scent. He tells you itâs just a change of scenery for Malleus, not anyone else, you only smile at him, not replying. Malleus doesnât have the same favorite scent.
- Like his fondness for nature, his power of water is equally as tantalizing to watch. He didnât know you were there, but you were watching him train, your eyes becoming more entranced in his movements when you saw him become sidetracked from his patience for a moment. A book was laid in front of him, one that he delved deeper and deeper into with interest. It seems he has a fondness for literature, so after that, you would leave books you had at his residence, watching with amusement at how fascinated he was. Unfortunately, you walked up to him once when he was meant to be training, and in attempt to hide his hobby, he flicked his hands and let the water swallow every page in aqua.
âI have been training this whole time humanâŠ!â
âAh, I got you all those. Now theyâre wetâŠâ He acts like he doesnât care, but he secretly feels bad, so discreetly, he attempts to piece every page lost in the water together before presenting you with a new book.
- Survival: Swamp
Silver [ ??? ]
- Honestly, his abilities are lighthearted when not used to a heavy extent. He can eat dreams of those who sleep, typically, nightmares. There have been rumors spreading of a night creature who creeps into rooms, sucking the ambitions and hopes of its victims⊠Theyâre not wrong, if heâs called upon too often heâll strip the person of all their wants and, dreams. Go a step further, and he might as well suck the life out of a human.
- But⊠You know he doesnât mean to⊠At least you hope not.
- Sometimes your judgment feels misplaced when you watch him go overboard in his hunger, his trance only capable of being broken when you grab him by the shoulder, maybe even point a blade at him in desperation.
- He can travel into dreams. Youâve caught him lurking in your conscious one too many times to count. Itâs not like heâs devouring your fantasy, but you canât help and wonder why heâs almost always there. He doesnât change whatâs happening in it, he doesnât destroy it so⊠Why is he there so often?
- itâs ironic, a creature who lives off the manifestation of peopleâs conscious, sleeps so much. You remember sorting through flowers Sebek had âgiftedâ you, (Youâre not sure if it counts as gifted considering he threw them at you saying âtheyâre frail, just like a weak human.â) and Silver had sat right next to you, begining a sentence before dropping his head into your lap, a deep slumber commencing on your thighs.
- He wakes up ready to apologize, but the feeling of your hands gently playing with his hair, is enough for him to fall back asleep immediately.
- Heâs a lot more welcoming to stay with compared to the rest of the monstrous residents of Diasmonia. If youâre free from Malleus and Lilias's grasp, youâre quick to run over to him. Heâs typically sleeping, so, when heâs nodding off you sit down next to him, slowly placing your head on his shoulder as you fall asleep. If youâre to be trapped here for a bit, it wouldn't hurt to have some form of comfort in this run-down place.
As you fall into slumber, you secretly wish to meet Silver in a dream again.
Itâs coincidental that he wakes up the moment you place your head on him, itâs a pretty sight to him. He hopes⊠youâll stay here, he enjoys your company too much. As soft snores leave you, his hands move on their own, grasping onto your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours.
Itâs selfish, he was raised to do what he must to survive as a monster by his father. So he knows, what he feels is natural, but thereâs a lingering thought he shouldnât feel this heavy about a human⊠He doesnât wanna let you go.
- Survival: Dream Feasting
Neige Leblanche [ Angel ]
- Itâs⊠a bit unnerving how kind he is⊠You understand heâs a supposed Guardian Angel specially dedicated to your well but goodness, he was not very good at his job.
- He essentially watches you go about your day, occasionally blessing you to see your eyes light up with happiness.
- Despite how much he grooms the feathers on his back, he never lets you get too close to them, folding them back up when youâre near enough to see them more intricately or graze your fingers on them. It never bothered you, truly, heâs so nice to to you you could never be suspicious of him.
- He had to attend to personal matters once when you were eating together, his wings fluttering before he ascended. A pair of feathers had fallen in place of where he once was, One plumage was as white as snow, and the otherâŠ
- Was as dark as ebony.
- Survival: Being Good
Rollo Flamme [ Human ]
- Heâs always been by your side.
- He would never be one of those wretched filthy beasts. Heâs always cared for you when you couldnât care for yourself.
- Donât look at him like that. Why⊠Why is there scorn in your eyesâŠ? Heâd never hurt you, never.
- Youâre the only sanctuary of purity in his life, he wants to embrace you. He always has, your happiness has always been his.
- He has always wanted to save you from the hellish life mother nature had dealt you.
So pleaseâŠ
- Let him hug the one thing he cares for one more time. AndâŠ
Forget the white lie he gave you.
- Survival: You
The day is today. The date you left Rollo without saying even the slightest hint of a farewell. It has been 364 days, without you.
Itâs a sorrowing sight for coworkers of his who know how close you are. But, if they had just looked closer, the looming feeling of festering jealousy would no doubt impede their senses.
Rollo knows he can feel it. He will find a way to drag whatever wretched beasts are ruining you with their filth, down to hell.
âAh! Mr.Flamme, Hello Helloâ!â ringed fingers slam mercilessly into the wood of a desk, any harder and he mightâve broken it. âBe carefulâŠ! This desk is expensiveâŠ!â
âItâs been a year since [Name] left for these jobs⊠Why arenât they back?â Rollos on the verge of bursting a vein, the only composure he has left is strung together by the thin thread of hope he has of you coming back, coming back to him.
âWell, My little Birdie isââ
âThere is no My, and there is no Birdie, donât call them that.â
âPossesive muchâŠâ
âItâs not posseviness.â Crowley only nods at him, obviously, he doesnât believe the man, but heâll pretend if it means moving this conversation along.
âI will answer your question in due time, now would you please⊠remind yourself why it is youâre here in the first place?â
âââ
A/n Did I do a shit ton of research about monsters and their abilities for this, a post that was meant to be a shitpost? No, who would do that? (I would). Anyways, I hope this can satisfy Monster!Twst enjoyers while I work on the heartslaybul chapter, I promise Iâm working on it to make it the best possible! (Blame the economy for my lack of activity on it)
#twst x reader#monster!twst#twisted wonderland x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#leona kingsholar x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#kalim al asim x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader#floyd leech x reader#rollo flamme x reader#ace trappola x reader#jade leech x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader#rook hunt x reader#twisted wonderland x yuu#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst#yan twst#vesconcepts
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Heyyyyyy Iâd really like to talk more about the ball, whoâs with me.
Because for all its glitter, the ball is dark. No, seriously, itâs dark. Itâs eerie, itâs disturbing, and the narrative doesnât shy away from showing us just how much.Â
As in a classic fairytale, mortals are being spirited away into another realm to dance through the night. Here, however, we see exactly who is orchestrating the dance, and why.
And we empathize with him, but watching Aziraphale has never been so painful or so unsettling.
Nina arrives distraught and is immediately hit with the realization that she doesnât feel distraught, even though she knows she should be feeling it. She confronts Aziraphale and he just tells her: oh yes! :) no long faces tonight! And she is disturbed throughout the ball, thinks she is losing her mind, questions and fights the enchantment⊠but from time to time, the enchantment still takes hold.
And justâ
Aziraphale. Aziraphale, you do know that manipulating people is wrong, donât you? You⊠do know that? And yes, of course, neither Crowleyâs nor Aziraphaleâs approach to morality is human. They are eldritch, they are otherworldly. It was Crowley who changed the paintball guns into real guns in S1, though of course, the humans still had choice in using them.
But the ball is still different.
Weâve never seen Aziraphale do anything quite so disturbing before, or go so obviously deep into his own delusion. There are moments during these scenes when even Crowley, permanently frustrated, is very nearly disturbed. (âAngel! What are you doing?â or âMaking it rain is one thing, but a BALL?â)
I fully think that by that point in the story, Aziraphale is not all right. He is in an anxiety spiral, denying reality fiercely, obstinately, disastrously, not listening to any of Crowleyâs hissed warnings. Yes, yes, he is giddy, he is in love. Itâs so very important for him that everything go RIGHT this night, the night he gets to dance with Crowley. Is he even aware of everything he is conjuring up, of the enchantment he has woven? The humans who step through the doors of the bookshop change: their clothing, their mood, their speech patterns⊠By this point, is Aziraphale doing this consciously at all? Or is reality conforming to his expectations, forcing everyone into a replica of the nineteenth century while Aziraphale himself, distracted and smitten, works himself up to inviting Crowley to dance?
In the first few episodes, as fear and danger grow, as Aziraphale is faced with the danger specifically to Crowley (I donât see why he would risk his existence for you, Shax tells him in the car), Aziraphale only denies reality all the more fiercely, only holds on to his plans tighter, only puts more force into them and exerts more control (really, rather like the archangels with their Great Plan).
And the ball, beautiful and otherworldly and eerie as it is, is also a dire warning.Â
In the morning, it will be Crowley, not Aziraphale, who will get told off for manipulating Nina and Maggie. Aziraphale wonât reflect on this. He wonât be forced to reflect, and Metatron will manipulate him in turn.
There is a plan to follow. The show must go on.
GOD the ball is so dark.
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sincerely yours. (12)
âł gojou satoru/reader
when a twist of fate led their marriage to the path of a quintessential tragic romance, two past lovers go through another series of experiences on love, heartbreak, identity, illness, and trauma along the road to a happily ever after.Â
genre. heavy angst, amnesia, modern au, 18+Â
tags/warnings. depression, mentions of cheating, trauma, implied suicide attempt, toxic relationships, illnesses
notes. 11k wc. finally. i wrote this with only one eye open so please don't mind the inconsistencies, i'm trying my best to tie any loose ends before we reach the ending. if the writing feels rushed, itâs bcos iâm just ready to wrap up this series đ
series masterlist -> episode thirteen
You thought everything that had happened last night was just a dream.Â
Because you had gotten used to the constant disappointments and vicissitudes of your life, sharing such domestic bliss with the person you loved had started to feel far-fetched for you. It had become an unachievable fantasy, a colorful delusion created by your mind to conceal the actual darkness of pain that surrounded it.Â
But as you opened your eyes that morning, the familiar warmth of a sleeping Satoruâs embrace was the reality you never saw coming. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the comfort of his arms around you, it all felt surrealâlike a fragile dream teetering on the edge of shattering. You wondered if it would be okay to stay here for now. To forget about the rest of the damn world and remain in his arms, staring at his beautiful saintly face, listening to his slow and steady heartbeat.
When Satoru stirred from his sleep, you knew your daydream was over. But he was pulling you dangerously close with arms wrapped around your frame and his lips pressed against your forehead. He was only half-awake, it seemed. His long white lashes reminded you of Sachiroâs as you watched him mumble incoherent words from his sleep, something along the lines of, âIâm sorryâ and âAkemiâ.Â
That was your cue to pull yourself away from him. With guilt now coursing through your body, you sat up from bed and covered your naked body with the duvet. Akemi. You had completely abandoned the thought of Akemi last night, and now you were here in bed with âsupposedlyâ her man. As much as your heart was in bliss from last nightâs events, the dark and cold reality was that you slept with a man who wasnât yours. It was a principle you told yourself you would never cross, but everything concerning Satoru Gojou seemed to be bringing you to that.Â
âSatoru, hey.â Your voice almost came out as a plea as you shook his arm, your guilt eating at you with every minute that passed. âWake up.âÂ
His eyelashes fluttered as he struggled to open his eyes, blinded by the sunlight that gleamed through the window as he stretched his arms and looked at you. âY/N?â he softly whispered, a hand tenderly placed on your back as he scooted closer. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
Slight disbelief blanketed your gaze. âYou think this isnât wrong?âÂ
Satoru let out a sigh of exasperation, pulling his head back, and covering his eyes with a hand as if last nightâs events played through his mind scene to scene. He was obviously caught in a mindwreck thinking about the girl he had just cheated on. âIt shouldnât be,â he mumbled, âBut it feels like it.â
âSo you do regret it,â you laughed at your own words, internally in pain.Â
âI didnât say that.â He finally pulled himself back up, sitting as he pulled you towards him. âY/N, if we really thought last night was wrong, we would have stopped after the first time.â He shook his head at the irony. âLook, itâs on me, alright? I put you in this situation.âÂ
âAnd I allowed it,â you argued, âI allowed it, Satoru. It makes me feel dirty. I feel like, like Iâm wrecking someone elseâs home. Itâs not me.âÂ
Satoru held his breath, a look of hesitation dawning on his face as he realized that this wasnât just a dream of his. It was pure and raw reality that he had made a mistake that he could never undo. While thinking it through, he rubbed his eyes and sat up, leaning against the headboard as he assessed the situation. Then, he looked at you, his expression softening as he spoke, âNo, not your fault. Itâs just complicated,â he insisted, âYou didnât do anything wrong. Iâm the one who owes âKemi an apology.âÂ
Each time you heard her nickname from him was a punch to your gut. And each silent cuss that left his lips was an arrow to your heart. So you put it on yourself to accept his reaction. âItâs okay. You can be honest and say last night was a mistake.â
âNo, no, no. I didnât say that,â he replied quickly, reaching out to take your hand.Â
But you already stood up from the bed, clutching the duvet around your body like a shield against the encroaching chill. Your throat felt tight, and tears threatened to spill, but you fought to keep them at bay. Satoruâs gaze followed you with an expression of helplessness, as if he was struggling to bridge the gap between his rights and wrongs.
As you turned to face him, a knot of frustration and heartache tangled within you. âSo, what now?â you asked, trying your hardest to keep your composure. âHow are we gonna fix this, Satoru? How?â
Before he could answer, the door to the cabin suddenly burst open, and Akemi stood in the doorway with her eyes wide with shock and fury. The confrontation followed as soon as she caught you in a compromising position with Satoru, and the words she uttered next were ones you least expected from her.Â
âYouâre a hypocrite! Youâve become the person you despised the most when you were married.âÂ
âYouâre no better than Sera! And thatâs why youâre miserable, and youâll forever be miserable! If this is your way of getting back at me..âÂ
âThen jokes on you, because Satoru will never be faithful to you. Heâll keep cheating on you, just like he did now with me! You two belong in that cycle!â
You felt like an outsider in your own heartbreak, the confrontation intensifying as you tried to process the bitter truth in silence. All you could do was stand there and cry. Even Satoruâs attempts to placate Akemi were futile as her anger only seemed to grow. The more her eyes danced back and forth between you and her lover, the more she wanted to destroy everything in her path.
Satoruâs face was indiscernible from where you stood. âAkemi, please, just listenââ
Akemi, however, was already turning on her heel and storming back into her cabin while eliciting loud, muffled sobs. Your chest tightened with sorrow and shame. Complete, utter shame of doing this to another woman. How could you even correct a situation like this? How could you pick yourself back up after you just trampled on another womanâs feelings because of your actions?
Satoru, like you, hesitated on his next move, his eyes meeting yours with a look of anguish. âI need to talk to her, Y/N. Iâll be back.â
Without waiting for your response, he already bolted after her, leaving you alone in a quiet, pathetic state. The door slammed behind him, the sound reverberating through the cabin like thunder in a heavy storm.
You didnât know what to do, didnât know how to face everyone, didnât have the guts to even talk to Shoko and Suguru who now both have to deal with such scandals. You were too ashamed of yourself, as if your femininity had been stripped off its rights after you slept with the man you swore you would never get back with.Â
âI didnât mean it,â you could only silently whisper your laments, pacing around your cabin while swallowing the weakness that tried to escape. âI hate this.âÂ
The minutes dragged on, and each second stretched into an eternity as you waited for Satoruâs return. For now, you sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, wondering what excuse he was telling Akemi, and what actions he would do to try and calm her down. Did he kiss her, perhaps? Did he cup her face and tell her that you were nothing but a mistake? What was taking him so long? Or were they doing things to try and erase the same deeds you two did last night?Â
The cacophony of voices and commotion from outside the cabin grew louder, and your curiosity led you to open your door, meeting the eyes of one of the hotel staff who sent you a look full of judgment.Â
âWhereâsâŠâ you hesitated if she was the right person to ask, âWhereâs Satoru? Would you know?âÂ
âOh, maâam. He already left the hotel half an hour ago⊠with Miss Akemi.âÂ
Her answer hit you hard like a truck on a highway. And your heart dropped as you realized who became The Fool in these deck of cards. Satoru had not only run off after Akemi, but had also left you behind without a word.Â
The room felt colder now, the once-intimate sanctuary you shared with your ex-husband now a prison of your own grief. Even the familiar warmth of the bed seemed like a distant memory as you approached it, your body trembling as you thought of how you were treated like a dirty rag, thrown away after being used over and over again.Â
With a soft, choked sob, you collapsed onto the bed, the duvet still a tangled mess from earlier. And your emotions, so tightly restrained, finally broke free. You pulled the blanket around you as if it could shield you from the crushing pain. The betrayal, the sense of being discarded for anotherâit all converged into a torrent of anguish. All you could do was cling to the duvet as if it were the only anchor in a stormy sea.Â
ââ
Returning home didnât make the situation any better.Â
Although you tried to tell yourself that you shouldnât be waiting on Satoru to contact you, you still found yourself checking your phone multiple times a day. Each second that passed without hearing from him was another stab to your heart. But it shouldnât feel like that. It shouldnât, not when Satoru clearly made his choice of choosing yet another woman over you.Â
Of course, you knew what you did was wrong. In everyoneâs eyes, sleeping with someone elseâs man was unforgivable. There was no excuse, no way to justify your actions. Even if some people might side with you, saying you owed no one loyalty, it didnât change how you felt about the whole situation. And that was because you remembered all too well the pain of being cheated on, and letting another woman endure the same heartbreak and betrayal was a weight on your conscience that you couldnât ignore.
Sighing, you turned to the left side of the bed and saw Sachiro sleeping peacefully, clutching his favorite starfish plushie in his tiny arms. The thought of losing your son was unbearable, especially when he was your only source of calm amid the chaos that surrounded you. Caring for him was your solace, and his innocent presence served as a band-aid for your wounded heart. The most heart-wrenching part of this was knowing you couldnât even repay him for the stability he brought you. Sachiro deserved a complete family to enrich his life, yet youâas his own biological motherâwere unable to give him that.Â
âSleep tight, Sachi.â You lightly stroked his white hair before planting a soft kiss on his cheek. âDonât let the bed bugs bite.â
The past few weeks had been a blur of emotions, work, and parentingâwith each day blending into the next like a tornado of dull colors. You still hadnât heard from Satoru, but the days of waiting and checking your phone for any notification from him did gradually stop. The only thing that didnât stop replaying in your head like a broken record was the cabin incident, the very night that drew all these overthinking in your mind and in your heart.Â
Returning to work did provide some distraction, but it didnât take away the sting. It also didnât help that your staff noticed the change in your demeanor, and how distracted you often were during your meetings and warehouse visits. Even Nobara was worried about how absentminded you had become, but you brushed off all their concerns with a forced smile. After all, staying at home would do you worse than being at work.Â
Now, you were back in your office, and the soft knock on the door cut you off from your trance. It was Yuki peeking through the small opening on your door, her usual professional demeanor softened by a concerned expression. âHey, Y/N. Do you have a minute?â she asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind her with a quiet click.Â
You nodded, trying to muster a smile. âSure, Yuki. Whatâs up?â
âI wanted to check in on you,â she began, taking a seat opposite your desk, âIf you need to extend your vacation, please, by all means, go ahead. Itâs off-season, anyway. Iâll take care of everything here while youâre focusing on yourself.â
That wasnât really a good idea. And you shouldnât be slacking off work when this very fashion house you establish used to be your passion, not your job. Yet here you were, losing all the inspiration to even run a business. âI donât know if I have the energy for anything else right now.â
âWell, if youâre too worried about leaving work,â Yuki continued, her tone shifting to a more business-like note, âthe progress weâve made with Hearte is looking really promising. The new collection is getting great feedback, and our upcoming showcase is shaping up well. Weâre on track for a strong quarter.â
âAll because of you, Yuki.â A spark of gratitude appeared on your face. âThanks for the update. Itâs good to know things are moving in the right direction.â
She then stood up and gave you a reassuring smile. âIâm here if you need anything, Y/N. But seriously, take some time for yourself. You deserve it.â
On that same evening, you came home to your fatherâs mansion, and the first thing that greeted you when you entered the foyer was Gen sitting by the living room. And needless to say, her expression was a mix of concern and frustration as if she had been waiting for you to return. You werenât really in the mood to have some back-and-forths with her, but you also didnât like how she dropped her phone on the table and crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at you like she was a mother who could scold you like a child.
âIâm not even gonna say anything at this point, but did you really do it with him?â Genâs voice was low, but the disappointment was palpable. You could feel it from a few meters away.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â you bit back, your already-terrible mood swings shifting into an unhealthy direction.Â
Gen responded by pointing at her phone, gesturing for you to take a look at whateverâs on it. Reluctantly, you grabbed the device, and as you were scrolling through the screen, you stumbled upon a blind item circulating on social media. The words were vague but pointed, hinting at a scandalous encounter between two ex-spouses, both of whom were well-known figures. Great. Your heart stopped as you realized that the article was very much about you and Gojou.Â
The online comments were brutal, not like you werenât used to anonymous harassment anyway, but these ones were full of speculating and judging without knowing the full story. Everyone also seemed to be siding with âMs. Aâ instead of you as though the person behind the article was clearly trying to paint you as the villain. It was written for the purpose of destroying your reputation rather than any regular exposĂ©, and whoever wrote it was definitely someone who disliked you.Â
Your shoulders slumped as you scrolled through hate comment after hate comment, a seemingly endless vitriol for someone they didnât even know, and avoided your sisterâs gaze knowing full well that seeing her expression would only make you feel worse.Â
âIs it true?â your sister asked like there was even an ounce of chance that it was simply a rumor. Unfortunately, it was anything but.Â
Sliding her phone back on the coffee table, you drew in a deep breath. âI canât undo it, Gen. It happened.âÂ
âSo, you did sleep with him? Am I hearing this right?â Gen sighed, rubbing her temples. âDo you have any idea what this could do to you? To Sachiro? People are ruthless, and now this blind item is all over the place and theyâre targeting you like a punching bag!â
Your mouth felt heavy, as if it was weighed down by an invisible burden, making it difficult to form words or speak. And before you could think of a response, Ian became your temporary savior as he walked in with a calm but serious mien. âIâve seen the post,â he said, holding up his phone. âItâs clearly defamatory, and we can take legal action. Iâll handle it.â
Even though Ian was a man of remarkable phlegm, you remained abashed, knowing that everyoneâs feasting at the juicy rumor that you slept with your ex-husband. Yet, the only thing you could do was to put on a front. To save face. To act like someone youâre not. âThank you, Ian. Iâd appreciate that.â
Anticipating another lecture from Gen about Satoru, you began retreating to your room with your footsteps bouncing desperately on the grand staircase. This conversation was done. You just werenât there to hear it anymore. However, as you climbed the stairs with a vacant mind, you could still hear your sister calling out to you.
âY/N!â she called, her voice now tinged with concern. âIâm not going to give you a hard time. We can sort this issue out. Maturely.â
âIâm good.â Sorry, Gen. It was the anxious-avoidant side of you speaking. You didnât want to discuss such a sensitive situation to anyone, even with your sister, because you werenât ready to face all the negativity it would put you through. You were already dealing with enough, and going through yet another emotional turmoil might actually put you to your deathbed at this point.Â
So, for now, isolating yourself from the world was the best choice.Â
And as soon as you entered your room, you saw Sachiroâs nanny tucking him into bed. All your worries and self-destructive thoughts vanished in an instant the moment you looked at your son. It was like the heavens gave you your personal angel, a cute little cherub who brought nothing but light and happiness to your life. He was your sunshine, your shooting star, your bundle of joy. Nothing in this world could erase the pessimist in you than little Sachiro.Â
âI got it from here.â You thanked the nanny and asked her to close the door before quickly joining your son in bed, wrapping him in a warm, comforting hugâmore for your own comfort than his.
âMama?â he asked, his voice unusually raspy, and his chest rising and falling heavily. âI mwiss you, mama!â
You pressed your lips onto his forehead. âI miss you too, my baby. How was daycare today?â
He seemed to struggle to speak too, but Sachiro still did his best to recount his day while he was trying to catch air in between his sentences. âTeacher ask Sachi to go home, mama. Sachi is tired.â
âBaby, are you okay? Are you sick?â Now, your motherly instincts kicked in immediately. You could tell something was wrong, so you reached for a thermometer from the bedside drawer to check his temperature, and listened to his breathing at the same time. âWhat happened to Sachi? Do you want Mommy to take you to the hospital?â
Sachiro shook his head and gave you a sleepy smile. âNo, mama. Sachi is just sweepy.â
When the thermometer beeped, you were relieved to see that his temperature was normal. âAre you having trouble breathing, my sweetheart?â You looked into his droopy eyes and gently placed your hand on his chest.Â
Once again, Sachiro shook his head. Maybe you were just overthinking. He often ran around the house or played in the bathtub before bed, which could explain why he seemed out of breath. It wasnât the first time it happened.Â
âOkay, Sachi. Go to sleep now. Close your eyes, baby.â
âNight night, mama.â
For now, you turned off the night lamp, and headed to the bathroom in silent and careful steps. It was quiet enough indeed, but in your head was an awful noise you couldnât escape. And stepping into the shower only increased the warfare in your mind, as it immediately brought images of Satoru and Akemi back in the cabin, the harsh comments from the article, and the lack of contact from your ex-husband which all overwhelmed you at once. By now, he would have already seen that article. Nanami or Miwa might have already alerted him about it. But the fact that he said nothing, the fact that he let the public scrutinize you, destroy you with such vile, hurtful words behind their screens brought you a kind of pain that you wouldnât wish upon anyone else.Â
Because if it was Akemi in that position, he would have defended her in a heartbeat.Â
So in your silence, under the cascading water of the shower, you let the tears flowâits warmth distinguishable compared to the cold droplets falling on you. If only you had successfully drowned yourself that night at the lake. If only Satoru didnât pull you back in, none of this would have happened.Â
That moment was deeply poignant to you, and you saw him in a new light you thought you would never see again because of the darkness of your past. Yet, with the events that followed your special moment, memories eventually turned into spite. Your sweet exchange twisted into something bitter. Looking back at that time when he kissed you at the lake now made you feel nauseous and hollow inside, with bile forming on your throat and threatening to be retched.Â
The most gut-wrenching part about this was the fact that there wasnât anyone left who could rescue you from this abyss of heartache anymore.Â
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There had been a sense of detachment in your emotions in the following days that passed, almost as though they belonged to a stranger inhabiting your body. Toji, the only person who comforted you at times like these, was no longer by your side to fulfill the warmth you once desperately sought, and now you were alone to face this cruel, mind-numbing battle all by yourself. It was you against the world. You against the entire populace inhabiting this living hell. And with that many enemies against one, how could you win?Â
It was quite funny, actually, that your humor took a surprising turn when you thought of how Sera must have felt when it was revealed to the public that she was Satoruâs mistress. The irony didnât even stop at your thoughts alone, it manifested itself outside Hearteâs headquarters, wearing a pink puffer jacket and a white prairie skirt.Â
âSera?â you blurted out her name in wonder, nonplussed as you got out of the car to approach her.
âHey, Y/N.â She offered a casual smile while carrying an air of sophistication around her. That wasnât the only thing that changed about Sera. Her hair was also shorter than the last you saw her, her face now sporting a more natural makeup, and her outfit a more modest yet classy choice. It was no longer the Sera who tried hard to fit in amongst the upper echelon of society, but a Sera who seemed to be satisfied at her current standing in life.Â
What an awkward encounter. Was her presence your hypocritical reminder for sleeping with Satoru behind Akemiâs back?Â
âWhat are you doing here?â you asked.Â
And she answered with, âI read about what happened. You know, the thing on the internet.â She took a moment to pause, probably trying to choose the right words to say to her previous adversary. Because in a way, you two werenât exactly friends. And you were no longer rivals either. Satoru was the only common denominator here, and Sera proved her exact sentiments about him by saying, âI just wanted to let you know that I understand your side. Itâs a tough situation.â
You looked at her, searching for any hint of insincerity, but found none. âYou were once on my spot,â you pointed out and gauged whether or not she would take the bait. For all you know, she could be putting on an act. âIâm assuming youâre here to rub it in my face how much of a hypocrite I am.âÂ
âNo, thatâs not it.â Sera was vehemently denying any malice on her intentions, and was instead trying to show you the sympathy of a woman who was once caught in the same predicament. âLook, I know itâs weird that Iâm here out of all people. But the truth is, I just had to let you know that someoneâs on your side. Iâve met the girl, okay? That⊠whoever she is. I donât remember her name, and I hate having to pit two women against each other, but Iâm telling you itâs about time you cut Satoru off your life. Completely. She doesnât look like someone whoâd easily let go. Youâre just gonna suffer, Y/N.âÂ
Perhaps three years was too far back in your life and that tables could turn in a direction that you didnât expect, as you could recall fragments of memories from when your only dilemma was dealing with Satoru and Sera in your marriage. She used to be besotted with your ex-husband back then. But now, it wasnât until you heard the way she spoke about him that you realized she must be harboring a grudge deeper than you had imagined. After all, he did ruin her life in ways you couldnât imagine. And her advice, though unsolicited, made sense. Because you could understand where she was going with it. You could see the true intentions clearly conveyed by her face.
The only problem here was that you didnât have it in your heart to agree with her. You were too much of an empathic person to be taking sides, even if the supposed villain in this painting was the ex-husband who, time and time again, hurt you. Your heart stubbornly cared for Satoru deep down, and your wifely instinct of defending him no matter how poorly he acted had always been there. No one could hate Satoru more than you did, that was true, but you also werenât very accepting of hearing others describe him as this ruthless, cheating bastard.Â
That was the reason why talking to Gen had eventually exhausted you. Because no one knew the real Satoru Gojou behind his facade of an irresponsible and reckless husband.Â
âNow that youâre hereâŠâ The idea to redirect the conversation to another topic struck you, unwilling to engage in a conversation that pushed Satoru in a bad light. âWould you be interested in being a model for our upcoming campaign? Weâre launching a new collection, and I think youâd be perfect.â
Seraâs eyes were an amalgam of confusion and surprise. âUh, I mean⊠Iâd love to, but why so sudden?âÂ
âYou have the face for it.â You shrugged, but still sent a smile her way. âAre you working right now? If not, this could open doors for you to be discovered by modeling agencies. Iâm closely tied with them since I work in the fashion industry, so I can do a few calls if you want.âÂ
âHold on, Iâmââ Sera touched her head, laughing as if she were dreaming this conversation. âY/N, youâre doing too much here. I mean, Iâd obviously love that, but wouldnât it be awkward? People know me as your ex-husbandâs mistress, and if they recognize me in Hearte ads, Iâm sure as hell those fuck ass netizens wonât stop talking about it.â
She had a point, a very good point, but then again, your suggestion was only brought up because you had to change the topic. âWell, itâs just an offer to consider in the future.âÂ
âAnd I appreciate you always extending a hand to help me even if I did you wrong in the past,â she said, feelings of shame lacing her voice. âI havenât forgotten about what you did for my brother, thatâs why Iâm here. Iâm not your enemy anymore, Y/N.â
Just then, the roaring engine of a classic red Ferrari pulled up to the curb, interrupting the unexpected conversation you were having with your ex-husbandâs former mistress. The window rolled down to reveal a pink-haired man whom you recognized as Ryomen Sukuna, an up and coming tech mogul, that Toji had mentioned about many times before. His eyes were only on one woman alone, and it wasnât you. âReady to go, babe?â
Honestly, good for Sera. No wonder her aura had become different. They seemed to be in a stable committed relationship, something that you could only ever dream about. If karma was truly real, this was the perfect example for it.Â
In the back seat, you spotted a younger boy who looked exactly like Sukuna and, surprisingly, Megumi, the son of your ex-fiancĂ©. Really? How many more people were you going to âcoincidentallyâ run into today?Â
âHello, miss!â the other boy called out cheerfully, while Megumi offered a polite nod. You replied with a wave, feeling a small sense of normalcy in their innocent presence.
âI gotta get going, Y/N,â excused Sera, gesturing a civil goodbye.Â
But as she moved to get into the car, your phone buzzed in your pocket. A single glance at the screen made your heart drop. It was a call from the hospital.
âHello?â you answered almost immediately, pressing the phone on your ears with a tight push.
âMs. Y/N, this is the hospital. Your son, Sachiro Gojou, is in the ICU. We need you to come as soon as possible.â
Your stomach contracted into a tight ball as you stood rigid with terror. Then and there, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. âWh-What do you mean heâs in the hospital?!â you managed to shout, swept by horripilation from the sudden news. âWhat happened to my son?! Whatâsâ!âÂ
Seraâs concerned gaze met yours as you desperately yelled into the phone, hyperventilating. Your trembling hand was threatening to drop the phone. âY/N, is everything okay?â
âMy son⊠I⊠heâŠ,â you stammered, your voice shaky with fear and urgency. Your muscles locked in a momentary paralysis, eyes wide with astonishment, and surprise rendering you immobile. The thought of Sachiro in a critical state was about to make you faint, with the last bits of images you saw that afternoon were of Sera and her boyfriend rushing to catch you from completely falling to the ground.Â
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Megumi didnât know how to deliver the bad news.Â
He came home after Yuujiâs brother rushed you to the hospital, shocked by everything that happened in a span of a single day. His mind was aching from all the thinking he was doing; praying that little Sachiro will be fine, hoping that you would stay strong throughout, and lastly, wondering how he would break it to his dad that something terrible had happened.Â
His father wasnât exactly the greatest man to tread this Earth, especially not after the drunken words he had âmistakenlyâ uttered to you that night in Miami that resulted in your separation. Yes, Megumi knew every word and detail. His father told him everything just as a sober man would. Did you really think that the Toji Zenâin you knew would sputter that utter nonsense to you? That you had an empty soul. That he couldnât be with someone like you. That you would forever be a placeholder to Megumiâs mother. Bullshit. None of those were true. His father told him that the reason he had to say those words, as piercing and trenchant as they may be, was because it was the only way he could free you from being caged in a relationship your heart didnât genuinely want.Â
It was Tojiâs last resort to hurt you with his words, hoping that you would wake up from your false fantasy and finally have a reason to leave a relationship with a man that wasnât Satoru Gojou. If Megumiâs father wasnât at the top of the list of Forbesâ richest men in Japan, he would have felt a great deal of inferiority complex over a younger man like Gojou. Not because of his looks and his riches, but because he had you. No matter what Satoru did, no matter how many times he hurt you, he was and would always be that man you wanted to be with.Â
Sighing, Megumiâs first task upon coming home was to check on his fatherâs room, only to find the dark room void of its owner. When he made his way down the grand staircase, he met an ill-spirited Naoya who was ranting to Mai about Sera flaunting Sukuna in front of his face. Megumiâs sigh was then followed by another. The drama in this house was relentless. He felt like he was exhaling endlessly, like a malfunctioning appliance.Â
âWhereâs dad?â asked Megumi, directing her question to a more rational Maki.Â
The tall, green-haired girl gave him a knowing shrug. âYou already know,â she said, âDrowning himself in alcohol down at the bar.âÂ
As always.Â
Megumi jogged around the estate to eventually find his father at one of the wet bars near his home office. He was there, seated on a stool, his head drooping low with a glass of premium scotch in hand. How many glasses heâd had, Megumi could only hope the numbers weren't that high. But upon approaching his father, his presence was barely acknowledged as he sat on the stool next to him, suggesting that the grown man might be more inebriated than his son had expected.
âDad,â spoke the Zenâin heir, âDad, you good?âÂ
Toji lifted his head up, three sheets to the wind, as a smile crept up on his scarred lips. âSon.âÂ
âLet me take that.â Megumi grabbed a hold of the glass of scotch, sliding the strong liquor away from his father. âThereâs something I ought to tell you.âÂ
Toji stayed nonchalant, sitting upright and tapping his fingers on the counter. âWhatâs it about this time?â he asked. âIâve told you, I canât stop the elders from arranging your marriage unless youâre honest with me about someone you like. I know you have someone in mind, but youâre not saying who. Are you just shy?â
Megumi gave his father a look of exasperation. Heâs rambling, he thought, frustrated with his fatherâs inebriated chattering. âItâs not about that. Itâs about Y/N-san.â
The mention of your name was the only thing that made Toji's demeanor shift to one of genuine concern. âWhat happened?â
âSachiâs in a critical condition,â the younger Zenâin went straight to the point, âY/N-san went manic over it and fainted before we could get her to the hospital.â
Toji was quick to grab his coat and car keys, as if all the alcohol in his system had immediately evaporated. But before he could leave, Megumi caught his fatherâs arm and pulled him back.Â
âWhat?â said Toji, concern and urgency blanketing his gaze. âI need to be with her.âÂ
âDo you really need to?â Megumi countered. âDad, I know itâs not right for me to stop you in this crucial situation, but are you gonna do this every time sheâs in trouble? Do you plan to do this forever? Do you plan to keep drowning yourself in alcohol thinking about her? We care for her like family, thatâs true, but you and her arenât a thing anymore. Your responsibilities in taking care of her should stop, too. You, yourself, said itâd be best if she stopped being reliant on you. Now, do yourself a favor and stop trying to be this pathetic superhero.âÂ
The concern etching on Tojisâs face softened into a sense of realization, a sense of candidness that only someone as straightforward as his own son could evoke. Megumi had to, not because he didnât care for you anymore, but because he had to ensure he wouldnât lose his father over a relationship that had already ended. Toji was the only real family Megumi had left.Â
âStay, dad,â he pleaded, âPlease.â
Toji took a deep breath and released it in the same second. âOkay,â he softly said, ruffling his sonâs hair. âI wonât leave.âÂ
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Why is it that you keep attracting things, places, and people that you disliked the most?Â
You hated hospitals, and you had spoken about it enough to make it clear how much you dreaded going to a place where your worst memories had taken root. Yet, the sterile environment seemed to beckon you, dragging you back with a new nightmare each time. It was beyond your worst fears that you would find yourself racing through the halls mere minutes after regaining consciousness, desperately trying to reach where your son was.
Please be okay. Please be okay.Â
Frantically, you scanned the corridors, searching for the ICU and hoping that what you had just heard was nothing more than a cruel illusion, that this was all just a nightmare. You werenât a deeply devout person, but you did send prayers to every saint you could think of, hoping that Sachiroâs current state wasnât in the median between life and death.Â
Because if you lost your son, then there was no point in living anymore. This life wouldnât be worth enduring.Â
âY/N!â
You werenât the first one to arrive outside the pediatric ICU, with Gen and your father already being there moments before you came. You were struggling to breathe by the time you reached them, feeling your heart race with a thunderous beat. âGen⊠Dad, what h-happened to him?â You couldnât stop the weakness in your voice. âTell me heâs fine, please. Please. My baby. If anything h-happens to him, Iâm g-gonna die, Gen! I c-canât h-have that!â
Gen quickly enveloped you in a tight embrace, trying to offer any form of comfort she could. âIâm so sorry, Y/N. Dad and I are just as shocked.â She held you closer, her voice trembling as she, too, was just as anxious as you. âSachi refused to eat and complained about having a hard time breathing. He was so pale and his lips were blue. We knew we had to rush him to the hospital immediately.â
âOh my God.â Your hand flew to your mouth, trying to stifle the uncontrollable cries that were escaping. The news of Sachiro developing cyanosis shattered your heart, and the crushing reality that you werenât there to take care of him tore you apart. âMy baby, no. No, no. H-Heââ
âY/N!âÂ
Out of breath and also visibly shaken was the father of your son, Satoru, who came running to your side the moment his eyes landed on you. Behind him was his mother, clutching a rosary in her hand as both of them were seemingly shell-shocked in the same magnitude as you and your family were. Everyone cared for Sachiroâs well-being, everyone prayed for his safety, and the thought of losing an angel like your son was a soul-crushing thought that sent you slipping into a chasm of suffering. Â
âWh-What happened to Sachi?â Satoru asked in desperation, his question raised to everyone in the vicinityâyou, your family, the nurses. But no one could give him a decent answer. âPlease, tell me my sonâs alright. Tell me.âÂ
You watched him walk in circles, raking his fingers through his hair as if he was seeking anything to hold onto. And you, feeling that magnet that pulled you closer to him, broke away from Genâs embrace to look at your sonâs father. âSatoruâŠâÂ
âY/N,â his voice cracked as he met your gaze, âOur son.â He stopped, ready to wrap you in a hugâa moment of solace you both desperately needed in this critical time. But just as he pulled you close in a fragile attempt to find comfort together, the door to the ICU swung open, abruptly ending the brief respite.
All of you immediately rushed over to the doctor, the sterile white walls and the distant hum of hospital machinery did nothing to calm the turmoil inside you.Â
âDoctor, howâs he?âÂ
âHowâs my grandson, doc?â
âDoc, my son, is he okay?âÂ
âIs he stable, doc?âÂ
âDoctor, howâs my son, please?â you asked, your body growing tense to the point of shaking.
The doctor took a deep breath, his expression serious amidst the fusillade of questions thrown at him. âWeâre currently running a series of tests on the patient. We suspect Sachiro may have congenital heart disease, specifically a ventricular septal defect with associated pulmonary hypertension.â
No, it canât be. Itâs not possible! The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You struggled to process the information, your vision blurring with tears and your heart drumming a rapid staccato inside. You didnât need to look at everyone to know that they all, for a moment, looked at you. âHeart disease? But⊠how? I didnât thinkââ
âCan you explain more, doc? Please.â Gojou was desperate, his bright blue eyes now dull and severely clouded with a brewing storm. It was as if he was keeping himself from crying.
The doctor continued gently, âVSD is a condition where thereâs a hole in the heartâs ventricular septum. It can lead to pulmonary hypertension, which means the blood pressure in the lungs is elevated. Itâs a serious condition, but weâre doing everything we can to assess the extent and provide the best treatment.â
âN-No, oh God. My baby.â You felt your knees go weak, and you sank down against the wall, with more tears cascading down your cheeks like waterfall. The weight of the diagnosis was crushing, but the hardest part was realizing that this was something you had unknowingly passed on to Sachiro. The heart disease was inherited from you and had now manifested in your beloved son.
Itâs my fault. Itâs my fault!Â
The doctor placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. âWeâll keep you updated as soon as we have more information. Please, try to stay calm, Y/N. Itâs not best for your heart to panic right now. Sachiro is in good hands.â
You were unable to speak through the sobs that wracked your body. The hospital corridor felt endless, and you couldnât shake the feeling of guilt and helplessness that consumed you. You could feel all eyes on you, judging, harboring hatred, carrying deep-rooted resentment. You were torn apart by the knowledge that the very thing you had feared most was now a reality for your son.
âItâs⊠Itâs my fault,â you sobbed, covering your face with your quivering hands, âThis is all my fault. I gave it to Sachiro, I⊠Iâm a terrible mother!âÂ
Gen knelt beside you, her hands gripping your shoulders with a firm yet gentle touch. âY/N, stop it. This is not your fault. You didnât choose this for Sachiro.â
Your father, who had been pacing anxiously nearby, joined in. âYour sisterâs right. Youâre blaming yourself for something beyond your control. Weâre all here for you. Weâll figure this out.â
But amidst your familial exchange, Satoru stood nearby, frozen and listless. His silence only added to the overwhelming distress. Was he also blaming you for what Sachiro was going through right now? Was he also angry at you for putting his son into this critical situation?Â
Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the commotionâvoice that was equally harsh and spiteful. It was Satoruâs mother, boring her fiery eyes into your skull as she opened her mouth. âThatâs right! Youâre self-aware, arenât you?â she spat and stood rigidly, arms crossed defensively over her chest. âThis is all your fault. Youâre such an irresponsible mother! You canât even take care of my grandson properly, and now youâve passed your disease onto him!â
You looked up in shock, seeing Satoruâs mother standing there with a disdainful expression. The sting of her words felt like a knife twisting in your heart, because they were true. They were painful, yes, but they were true. And all you could do was lower yourself until you were sitting on your haunches, trying to make yourself as small as possible.Â
âExcuse me?!â Gen stood up, her eyes blazing with anger that came from the deepest pits of hell. âYouâre unbelievable, Auntie. How dare you speak to my sister like that! You have no right to blame her for this. I hope to God it was you in the ICU right now instead of Sachiro!â
âYouâŠ!âÂ
Satoruâs mother raised a hand to slap Gen, but your father stepped forward, his face a mix of disbelief and indignation. âThis is despicable. How can you stand here and say such things to someone whoâs already suffering? Werenât you friends with my wife once?â
Satoru, who had been standing still, suddenly moved with a menacing calm. His face was hard as stone, and his eyes narrowed in anger. What was scarier was him approaching his mother with a threatening stance. âAre you really this pathetic, mother?â Satoru questioned with a cold, cutting tone. âDo you get off on making Y/N suffer? Do you think youâve gotten away with slapping her behind my back? You donât get to blame Y/N for anything. Any fucking thing!â
His motherâs eyes widened in shock, but she tried to defend herself at the ruthless stance her son was carrying. All of you were stunned at the realization of how Satoru resembled his cruel father at that moment. âB-But Satoru, my sonââ
âShut up!â Satoru cut her off, his voice harsh and unforgiving, before he threw his cold knuckles against the hard surface of the concrete wall. âI donât want to see your face ever again! Donât consider yourself my mother any longer, you witch. Youâve lost that privilege.â
This took a wild turn, and hearing the brutality of Satoruâs words was like a thunderclap in the tense atmosphere. His motherâs face turned pale, her mouth opening and closing in shock as she struggled to respond.
âGet out of here,â Satoru commanded, his voice uncaring towards her. âLeave, and donât ever come back. Youâre nobody to me now.â
With that, Satoruâs mother turned and fled, stumbling down the corridor as if she was the victim in this situation. However, the tension in the air began to dissipate as soon as she left, leaving you, Satoru, Gen, and your father in a heavy silence. Only your sniffles could be heard.Â
Even Gen, who was often hostile around your ex-husband, had remained quiet and composed after she watched him take such drastic measures to keep his mother away.
Everyone was silent. Pure, unbothered silence until Satoruâs phone began to buzz loudly, cutting through the stillness of the hallway. For a moment, he closed his eyes, then he fished his phone out of his pocket where you caught a glimpse of the caller ID.Â
Akemi.Â
ââ
The ICU only allowed short visits and one person at a time, so there was no need for everyone to stay the night. You were the parent, you were the one responsible for your sonâs situation, so you insisted it was best for your dad and Gen to go home and get some rest. You didnât mind watching over your son for the whole night, because coming home without him was the last thing you would do right now.
My precious angel.
Sachiro lay in the hospital bed, his small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The doctors had managed to stabilize him for now, and the sight of his heart monitor showing a stable rhythm was a small comfort amidst the chaos.
Still, you sat by his bedside, mindful of your timed visit as your hands gently held his tiny ones, feeling the warmth of his small fingers. You glanced down at the medical report on your other hand, trying to make sense of the complex terms and figures.
The words blurred together as your tears fell silently onto the paper. âIâm sorry, baby.â He didnât deserve this. Heâs just a baby. âMommyâs very sorry.â
You tried to stay strong, putting on a brave face for your son, but inside, you were falling apart. It was impossible not to blame yourself over this, wishing you could do more than just be present around him. This was the comeuppance of your own actions after you focused on your own emotions for the past few weeks to the point of neglecting your sonâs wellbeing. If you had been more present in his life, if you had been more observant, you would have easily noticed the signs. Now, you allowed Satoru to find a flaw in your duty as a mother, and he could cite this very event as evidence to get full custody of him. That is, if he were to ever consider taking your son away from you.Â
But in the first place, he should be the last person to do that, because where exactly was he now?Â
Your thoughts kept drifting back to the earlier scene, where he excused to answer Akemiâs call, and later that night told you he had to leave and âcheck somethingâ urgently. He promised heâd be back before midnight, but where was he?Â
Resentment began to fester within you.
You had been very perceptive of Akemiâs feelings, apologetic in the way you supposedly betrayed her, but the fact that she was still scrambling for Satoruâs attention in the midst of your sonâs hospitalization was something you could never forgive her for.Â
And as for Sachiroâs father, how could he prioritize another woman when his own son was in such a critical state? The confusion of his actions was overwhelming. It felt like a cruel deja vu that, at a time when you needed him the most, he was choosing to be elsewhere. You could accept it if it was a choice between you and another woman, but between his son and her? His behavior was unacceptable, disgusting even, and it only served to deepen your grudge against him.
You clenched your fists, trying to push away the surge of anger that threatened to consume you after seeing that the disparity in his actions felt like both a betrayal and a slap to the face. Your poor son. You stared at Sachiroâs peaceful face and stroked his cheek. How could Satoru be so indifferent to his own flesh and blood?
The room was silent except for the soft beeping of the heart monitor and your quiet sobs. The situation was almost too much to bear, and your resentment towards Gojou grew heavier by the second. Each minute felt like a lifetime, and the emptiness left by his absence was a constant reminder that yet again he chose another woman over his own family.
Itâs okay. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. I wonât leave you, Sachi. For Sachiroâs sake, you needed to find the strength to carry on, to be the mother he needed in this moment of crisis and never again failing to be there for your only child.Â
At exactly 10:30 pm, the nurse came in and told you visiting hours were over. You complied.Â
At 11:00 pm, Ian paid you a quick visit and talked to the nurses, perhaps giving them reminders to look after you.Â
At 12:00 am, you were alone again. Seated at one of the benches outside the ICUâsleepless, starving, and nauseous.Â
At 2:00 am, you remained in your seat despite the sterile smell of antiseptic mingling with your own discomfort. The flickering fluorescent lights above did little to help you get some proper sleep. The cold air-conditioning alao made you shiver slightly, hugging your own body to try and give yourself some warmth.Â
At 4:00 am, you awakened from the noise of the movements beside you. Realizing you had fallen asleep, you looked up and saw Satoru taking a seat to your left. His coat was draped over his arm, and he offered it to you.
âAre you cold?â he asked, his voice softer than usual, but you could see the bags under his eyes suggesting the sleepless nights heâd had for the past few days. âYou can use my coat.â
You took the coat, but as you caught a whiff of it, a familiar scent of Akemiâs perfume lingered. Rose Prick by Tom Ford. It was a scent youâd come to recognize after your years of being her best friend, and it made your stomach turn slightly. Without any hesitation, you handed the coat back to him. âNo, thank you. Iâm fine,â you replied, avoiding his gaze. Looking into his eyes was the last thing you would do.Â
And you knew Satoru was sighing, but didnât press the issue. âThe nurse mentioned you havenât eaten today.â He pulled out a small bag of assorted fruits, placing it gently on the seat between you. You eyed the offerings, feeling a pang of hunger but also a strange aversion. âI bought some fruit. Is there anything you like?â
You took a deep breath and broke the silence with a hint of sarcasm. âYouâre really good at this, huh?â
âAt what?â was his immediate question, puzzled.
âHitting two birds with one stone.â
âY/NâŠâ
âStop trying to take care of me,â you interrupted, your tone sharper than intended. â I donât need it.â
âButââ
You swallowed the lump in your throat. âYou canât even be here for Sachi. You canât even choose your son. Heâs in a life and death situation and weâre still only receiving scraps of your attention.â It was the deep-seated grudge spilling out of you. âYouâre so good at abandoning people, huh? Even though thatâs what you hate the most. Youâre so good at disappearing without even a text or call to check on me and our son. After that night at the cabin, you justâŠâ you paused, realizing that you were opening too much of your heart to a man who didnât deserve it. âForget it. Just go home to Akemi. Live a happy life, build a family with her. Forget us. I donât care. Iâll take care of Sachiro myself. Iâve done it for three years!â
âY/N, Iâm not trying to hurt you. I justâŠâ Satoru fumbled for words, his somber blue eyes bearing the history of your shared heartbreak. It was as though the painful memories of your past were flooding his thoughts, seeking justification as to why he couldnât pick you again this time. âI had to be there for her. SheâsâŠâ
You turned away before he could see your expression, because your heart was splintering at the thought of Satoru Gojou shattering it once more. As he always did. There seemed to be no end to this relentless heartbreak, as if any hope of a happy ever after with the man you loved would only return a pain that was a hundred times worse. Perhaps, this was destinyâs way of telling you that you and him werenât meant to be. That any wishful thinking of being with Satoru again was only something that you could expect in another universe.
So, in your defense, you had to pull on a facade. A mask that you had to wear in the face of being the target of never-ending despair. âSatoru, I donât want to talk about it,â you said firmly, concealing the raw ache in your voice with a smile. âAnd I donât expect you to choose me every time. Itâs okay. Itâs happened before.â
âCanât you see Iâm hurting, too?â he asked, his voice breaking. Though you couldnât see his face, the tremor in his voice revealed his struggle to hold back tears.Â
You couldnât understand why he would be hurting with his decision. When faced with two crossroads, he always seemed to pick the path that led away from you. So instead of trying to comprehend his pain, you decided it was time to honor your own. For your sake. For Sachiroâs.Â
âLetâs just forget about that night,â you declared, wiping your eyes as you got up from your seat and prepared to walk away. âFrom this day forward, letâs pretend it never happened.â
ââ
Akemiâs apartment was dark when Satoru stepped inside.Â
And to be honest, the darkness was a relief. At least, she wouldnât be able to see the lassitude etched on his face, not just from juggling his time between his son and her, but from the constant ache of hurting the person he loved.
Miscommunication is a coupleâs greatest enemy, and the persistent disconnect between you two, coupled with the reluctance to clear things up, had worn Satoru down. He wanted to end thisâthe feeling of helplessness and the torment of seeing the woman he cared for caught in a labyrinth of despair.
The hospital visits to Sachiro alone had been a whirlwind of emotions and responsibilities, and this brief visit to Akemi felt like an unwelcome detour, but one he couldnât avoid. Satoru knew his heart wanted to stay in the hospital with you, to wait for any updates on his son, to hold your hand and care for you, yet here he was, dragging his feet across the carpeted floors to approach Akemi.Â
âHey.â She was sitting on the couch, looking frail but alert as if she had been desperately waiting on his arrival. She had recently started treatment for her stage 3 endometrial cancer, and Satoru could see the toll it was taking on her, physically and emotionally. He would be cruel to leave her hanging like this, to neglect her at her worst when she had been there by his side at his. Satoru had an unspoken accountability on her, because it wouldnât be fair for him to just abandon her after she poured all her heart and soul into helping Gojou get back onto his own feet. Â
âHey, âKemi,â he said, his tone soft but distant. âDid you take your meds today?â
Akemi looked up at him, her eyes tired and heavy. âI did. I took them just like the doctor said. Howâs Sachiro?â
Gojouâs expression tightened. âHeâs holding steady at the moment.â
A heavy silence settled between them before Akemi broke the tension. âIâm glad heâs stable,â she said, quietly. âAre you okay?â
He nodded once, his mind already drifting back to the hospital. âYeah. Listen, I need to head back soon. Nanami and Miwa will be alternating in looking after you from now on. Theyâll make sure youâre okay while Iâm dealing with Sachiro. I have to focus on my son.â
Akemiâs frail hand reached out to gently grip his arm, the other held her lower abdomen in pain. âSatoru, please donât go just yet. Canât you stay a little longer?â
Nowâs not the time to feel guilty. It was either her or Sachiro. Her or his son. Gojou decided to pull his arm away gently, his gaze distant. âSachiro needs me, Akemi. You know that.â
Akemiâs face fell, but she knew it would be ridiculous to argue over that. âNo, I understand. I get that. I want you to focus on Sachi, too. I just wishââ Before she could finish, her voice faltered, and she looked up at him with a hesitant gaze. âSatoru, do you regret that I took you back even if you cheated on me?â
The question caught him off guard, and Satoruâs blue eyes narrowed as he processed her words. He had been so focused on his responsibilities and the immediate crisis that he hadnât given much thought to their ârelationshipâ. All he knew was when he showed up at her doorstep back at the cabin, he was only going to try and end things with her. He was only going to clarify the longstanding feelings you and him poured out to each other that night, which was why he ended up sleeping with his ex-wife. But because Akemi suffered at the time, because her pelvic pain worsened to the point of an emergency, he had to hold back and just take care of her in the weeks that passed. He was caged in this situation like a prisoner who was found guilty for the crimes he had committed.
Just be honest, Satoru. Disregard everything else and just be honest. Satoru believed it was about time he stood his ground no matter the consequences. âYou canât take me back if weâre not together, âKemi,â he breathed out those words, reticent on hurting her with the truth. If she would lash out on him, throw a vase on his head, slam a book on his faceâhe wouldnât mind. He was ready to accept all the violence he deserved from being an asshole. âYou knew from the start that this, us, was only temporary. It was never supposed to be serious.âÂ
Her expressions turned doleful. âThen, in that case, did you at leastâŠâ Tears welled up in her eyes as she she paused, âDid you at least love me?â
âI just⊠I never saw it that way, Akemi.â Satoruâs honesty would destroy her, but he didnât want to keep on sending out false hopes. He had to be firm, and while he was grateful for everything she did for him, that doesnât mean he owed her his life and loyalty. In the first place, he warned her that he wasnât ready to be in a relationship. And God, he was far from ready to even settle down, yet Akemi constantly hinted at wanting to tie the knot with him. Again and again did she mention the thought of a wedding and a child and her own family.Â
Satoru wanted all those things too, but with another person in mind. He was only set on having those things with one woman.
Akemiâs face paled upon hearing his answer and the fact that he didnât even bother to explain himself. âI see. I guess I needed to hear that.â
Gojou looked at her with a mix of regret and sympathy. âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry for hurting you like this, I really do.â
âItâs fine. Donât worry about it.â
It definitely wasnât fine, but Satoru had to take her word for it as he got out from the couch and gave her a gentle pat on the head. âI have to go. Nanami will be here soon. Please make sure to follow the treatment plan and take care of yourself.â
Akemi nodded, though her gaze remained fixed on the floor, unable to meet his eyes. âAlright. Iâll see him when he gets here.â
As Gojou turned to leave, he felt a pang of guilt twisting deep in his gut but pushed it aside. He was a father first before anything else. Sachiro would always be his first and foremost priority amongst everything else.Â
ââ
After leaving Akemiâs place, Satoru was driving his car into the evening air beyond the speed limit. And his mind was racing together with him as he thought of you, your son, and the myriad of emotions he was struggling to manage. He couldnât wait to be home, not literally at his own place, but anywhere with you and his son was his definition of home.Â
It would be diabolical for him to run into your arms and yell, âIâm free! We can be together again!â No, that would be cruel and disgusting. He respected Akemi just as he respected you. It was himself that he couldnât respect, because he was the one responsible for the mess that he created. And adding Sachiroâs critical condition on top of the already festering wounds in your relationship? It truly was the manifestation of karma in his actions.Â
His footsteps bounced through the hospital corridors the moment he arrived, each impatient step was ready to see your face and tell you he would never leave you and Sachiro now. But as he neared the pediatric ICU, his eyes darted around, the sight of his ex-wife was nowhere to be found. And instinctively, his heart pounded in his chest, and a drum of panic seemed to warn him of a storm that was about to come. Something was off, and it scared him.Â
âNurse,â he called out, his voice edged with urgency as he approached their station. âWhereâs my wife? The boyâs mother?â
The nurse looked up, recognizing the infamous CEOâs face. âUh, Mr. Gojou, she was heading to the rooftop, I think.â
âWhat?!â he unintentionally yelled at her face, âWhy didnât you guys keep an eye on her?âÂ
âSir, calm down. Sheâs probably going to get some fresh air.â
A cold chill ran down his spine. You were definitely not there for that.Â
Without another word, he sprinted towards the stairs, taking them two at a time instead of waiting at an elevator together with a group of people. He had to get to you as soon and as fast as he could without another second to waste. Although the climb felt endless, his mind racing with fear and dread was the push he needed to finally reach you.Â
And upon bursting through the door to the rooftop, he was met with the soft whisper of the evening wind and the heart-stopping sight of you standing perilously close to the edge.
âY/N!â he called out, his voice breaking with desperation. âDonât do this. Please, step back.â
You stood motionless, eyes fixed on the distant horizon, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of sorrow. âThe world hates me, Satoru,â you whispered, the mellow tone of your voice carried away by the wind. âIâm a burden to everyone, even my own child. I-I just⊠I want to end it all.â
âNo!â Satoruâs heart shattered at your words while he moved closer, his hands outstretched and careful not to startle or provoke you. He was dying to have you in his arms and keep you safe. âY/N, please. Come back. What about Sachi? What about me? We need you. Sachiro needs you. I need you.â
What exactly made you go here? How did thoughts of ending yourself suddenly come into fruition? Was there something you discovered that brought you to this ultimatum? Gojou was desperate, utterly desperate, to hear what was running through your mind so that he could at least ease the burden that you were carrying all by yourself. He was once in the position where he wanted to commit too, and he knew the temptation that came with permanently escaping the cruelty of the world in just a single action.Â
âY/N, please. Please, Iâm begging. Come to me,â he rattled on in a suffocating whisper, the pleading in his voice was heavy, âPlease. I love you. Only you.â Â
It was when you turned around that Gojouâs world collapsed, and the words you said after had shattered his entire universe.Â
They were still.Â
You.Â
And the wind.Â
âIâm pregnant,â you finally confessed, voice cracking as you looked at the faint tears that fell from Satoruâs eyes. âI donât wanna have this baby.âÂ
#series: sincerely yours#gojo satoru x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojou satoru x you#jjk x reader#jjk x you#gojo angst#gojo x reader
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you gotta look out for the quiet ones | oscar piastri social media au
pairing: oscar piastri x fem musician!reader
a surprise appearance from y/n in the formula one paddock raises some questions, but the rumour mill will never guess who she's there to see...
MASTERLIST | TIP JAR
note: olivia rodrigo is the face claim but i'll be pulling from her music as well as taylor swift!
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f1: there's paddock guests and there's paddock guests, y/n y/ln is here for the bahrain grand prix!
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user1: MOTHER WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?
user2: this is not what i expected to see this friday morning
user3: okay i've only ever heard of y/n y/ln through others but like she must be dedicated to be there for friday as well
user4: certified y/n superfan here! y/n has always said she's a massive fan of f1 - she hasn't been asked about it recently but when she was last asked about it she said she grew up loving jenson button!
jensonbutton: @yourusername i see you have amazing taste
yourusername: how could i not love the playboy of f1?
user3: okay she knows what she's talking about, i guess it's time to have a little listen to her music
user5: okay so what garage is she going to be in?
user6: ferrari đ€đ»
user7: did we not just see this ^^^ she's clearly going to be in the mclaren garage
user8: if she has any sense she'll be in the mercedes garage with sir lewis hamilton
user9: what about the literal world champions?
user10: shut the fuck up (i would like to see max blush and stutter tho)
user11: i love how y/n said she's taking a year off of music after her tour and we're immediately seeing her here, there and everywhere
user12: living her true sports nerd life and i love that for her
landonorris: i promise that mclaren have the best hospitality xx
user13: oh brother are we about to see some lando norris snapchat u up flirting?
alexalbon: this is tragic
georgerussell63: make sure you don't tell her about the massive poster you had of her that you practiced kissing on!
georgerussell63: whoops!
landonorris: i am in your walls george
user14: well.. that was something, i don't think we'll see her in the mclaren garage anytime soon now
logansargeant: @oscarpiastri i hope you brought your vinyl to be signed
oscarpiastri: i didn't want to risk it on the plane, it's limited edition đ
user15: wait so oscar is also a y/n fan ???
user16: not this mclaren battle for y/n's attention
user17: lets be real, there's no competition here - there's no way she wouldn't choose lando
user18: i'm tired of you people sleeping on oscar (pun intended)
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yourusername: i had so much fun the first time round, i thought i'd come by again
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user25: okayyyy i thought the girlies on twitter were delusional but the second race in a row ... i fear there's another incentive
user26: once again, she's been a massive fan of the sport and has a ton of disposable money why wouldn't she go to a load of races?
landonorris: can't wait to see you again this weekend, i'll get you that win i promised
alexalbon: nurse he's talking to himself again
georgerussell63: this is crazy thirsting to do in front of 21 million people
landonorris: i assure you i'll be the one with the last laugh here
maxverstappen1: sure you will buddy, it's good to see you so confident
user27: are they gentle parenting lando?
user28: bro is about to get his heart broken they're actually being good friends
user29: idk i think he's still the one in the paddock with the best shot
user30: i gotta get this delusion all lando fans seem to have
carlossainz55: i think you'd look great in red â€ïž
charles_leclerc: oh gosh....
carlossainz55: they don't call me the smooth operator for no reason, just sit back and watch the magic
maxverstappen1: you fucking morons do realise you're proclaiming this in a PUBLIC instagram comment section that everyone INCLUDING y/n can see?
user31: this is a mess ... keep going!
oscarpiastri: i celebrated my win here in 2021 with the release of sour - i know you're on a sabbatical but any chance of a surprise single?
user32: yall getting on lando and carlos for their bad flirting when oscar is stinking up the gaff with his attempts
yourusername: i'm so sorry to tell you this but no surprise single, but i can show you some demos?
oscarpiastri: please, please, please! good 4 u is my scream in the car song
user33: i just know oscar was streaming traitor when his DRS failed for the ten billionth time
oscarpiastri: it went platinum in my car yes
yourusername: i imagine it's even better at 200mph
oscarpiastri: i'd be happy to show you anytime
yourusername: carpool karaoke x hot laps when?
oscarpiastri: name a time and i'm there
user34: why is oscar trying so hard bro she's not going to choose you
user35: and yet he's the only one she replied to ... makes you think
user36: you guys are miserable because i'd literally do anything to see them singing in a car together
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oscarpiastri: jeddah you were okay i guess
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user37: holy soft launch
user38: and right after flirting up a storm with Y/N Y/LN
user39: first of all, oscar is a fan of y/n so it could've definitely been from a platonic point of view
user40: it has to be platonic cause bro had no chance to start with and has a gf ???
landonorris: i'm sorry what is this ?
oscarpiastri: an instagram post, would hope you would know what that is if you're already on the app
landonorris: don't get smart with me mister
oscarpiastri: you got smart first đ€š
landonorris: what happened to my sweet rookie?
oscarpiastri: he's still 23 years old ?
landonorris: i need to meet this mystery woman who has seemed to give you all this sass
user41: prema girlies know that this sass has always been here
user42: but i'm glad it's coming out in f1
yourusername: okay i guess? you slayed mr piastri and i won't hear anything less than that
oscarpiastri: okay it was a bit of a slay
yourusername: a bit?
oscarpiastri: a big slay then
yourusername: stop talking down on yourself otherwise you'll have me to deal with
oscarpiastri: that is not the threat you think it is
yourusername: it's not a threat it's a promise x
user43: excuse me what the fuck was that ^
user44: i can't tell if they're flirting or if y/n just feels sorry for him?
user45: they did get coffee like once this weekend so maybe they're just friends
user46: they have to be because there's no way that is y/n in this soft launch
user47: there's no way oscar piastri could woo the y/n y/ln idk why people are even suggesting it
user48: and i think even flirting with her is a bit weird considering his teammate has made it so obvious he likes her
user49: oscar doesn't seem to be the type to step on toes but we'll see
logansargeant: if that's who i think it is i am going to fight you for not telling me straight up
oscarpiastri: i'll meet you in the parking lot i guess
logansargeant: be there or be square
user50: what does logan know that we don't ???
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f1tea: now she's attended THREE races in a row, i think it's okay to start the conversation about her being with one of the drivers... so here's our theories!
lando: he's been on this train the longest and has the old thirst tweets to back it up. he's been spotted talking to her numerous times at races and has been camping in her comment section since bahrain
carlos: he has also been in her comments since bahrain and has been seen with her in the paddock - less than lando but y/n has worn red a couple times in the paddock so??
lewis: y/n was blushing up a storm when they were spotted together and i honestly think if the age gap wasn't so big they would be so cute together
liam: an outside shout but this guy was stuck to her side the whole time she was at red bull
charles: they have spoken a lot in the paddock, i don't think it's him but omg imagine them together
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user54: not this oscar erasure - i.e. the only driver she's actually interacted with online
user55: if it's oscar i will literally streak across the track at the next race
user56: admin snuck liam in there like we wouldn't notice
user57: idk why they think that liam is a better shout than oscar
user58: i think all the fangirling from oscar defo put him straight into the friend zone
user59: idk about you guys but i've actually listened to y/n's music and her album after her last breakup suggests that she might like someone who appreciates her craft and publicly supports her
user60: yeah but she also deserves a boyfriend that's on her level
user61: oscar is a literal f1 driver?
user60: yeah but he's not cute enough
user62: to YOU
user63: omg just say you have no taste and bounce gosh
user64: how did lando become a frontrunner in this?
user65: i think because he's liked her the longest? and has been the most insistent
user66: i hate to say this but just because you like someone and said it first, does not mean you are entitled to actually date them
user67: i will laugh my ass off if she's not with any of these fools
user68: bro took a year off of music to have some fun and now is linked to everyone and their mum
user69: unfortunately this is the way it goes although if she does become a wag (tho be real, whoever is with her is the wag) i shall be enjoying her paddock outfits
user70: carlos vs oscar i think i've seen this film before
user71: oh trust me off track there is no competition
user72: you people are so mean
user73: oscar will win again, mark my words. i'm not sure if carlos can cry to the fia about that tho
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user74: AHHHHHHHHHH A MAN
user75: who the fuck wears jeans on a hammock she needs to run away from this man he's clearly a psychopath
maxverstappen1: you went to see quokkas without me??? does our friendship mean nothing ???
yourusername: it's not considered normal to invite friends to a date
maxverstappen1: boring. i will remember this when you try and get some red bull from our hospitality
yourusername: nO PLEASE
maxverstappen1: no, for this you must suffer through the piss they put in monster cans
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maxverstappen1: well you should've thought more of our friendship :P
yourusername: you are impossible. no more limited edition merch for you
maxverstappen1: WHAT
user76: for all this love life speculation i am loving this max and y/n friendship
user77: but... the monster comment... it has to be lando right? monster sponsor mclaren
user78: i think this is the most confirmation we're getting right now
user79: they're so cute
oscarpiastri: i am glad the homeland is treating you well :)
yourusername: i've only had one scary insect encounter so win!
oscarpiastri: we'll have to get you some real australian delicacies this weekend
yourusername: i've heard of grandma's baking so i'm excited!
oscarpiastri: we've got a tupperware box with your name on it
yourusername: ugh i love you guys
user80: the monster comment pointed to mclaren but there's only one of them in the comments...
user81: i mean this is a soft launch so it would make sense that lando wouldn't comment if they're trying to throw people off of their scent
user82: the mental gymnastics you people are doing is insane
user83: literally just admit that your driver just doesn't have the sauce like that
user84: and oscar piastri does???
user85: STOP SLEEPING ON HIM HE'S LITERALLY GETTING HER HOME-BAKED GOODS
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oscarpiastri: home win means more than you could ever know. and you can stop theorising now, i may be a nerd but i've still got game.
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user89: HHAHHHAHHAHAHAHHA THAT'S MY AUSSIE
user90: stunting his stunning gf on all these delusional fangirls
yourusername: now i can finally say it: I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU
yourusername: and i'm proud of you
yourusername: forever and always
oscarpiastri: maybe i was so fast because i knew there was a literal angel waiting for me back in my garage
yourusername: oh so the other races i came to i just didn't look good enough for you to win :(
oscarpiastri: NO NO NO you're always the most beautiful woman in any room
oscarpiastri: but this time you're wearing my jersey and my name
yourusername: i guess i'll never take it off again
oscarpiastri: you might not take it off, but that doesn't mean i won't
yourusername: ehhhehehhehheeh hurry up in debrief :P
user91: oscar piastri i am so sorry i was not familiar with your game
user92: i for one had complete faith in that bumbling fool
yourusername: as you should, he may have stuttered through the lines, but he's one smooth operator
carlossainz55: that's my nickname? please stop rubbing salt in the wound
yourusername: it was better than your attempts. and better than whatever the fuck you've been doing on the track - keep your dumptruck away from oscar
user93: y/n defending oscar, consider me moved
user94: okay fave celeb couple just dropped
landonorris: HOW LONG HAS THIS BEING GOING ON? HOW LONG HAVE YOU LET ME FLIRT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND? HOW DID I LOSE TO YOU?
yourusername: watch your tone.
landonorris: sorry???
oscarpiastri: we've been together nearly a year. i didn't 'let' you flirt with my girlfriend i tried to tell you but you ignored me at every turn. you didn't lose to me, there was never any competition.
yourusername: best year of my life 𫶠and lando i tried to tell you, maybe listen to oscar for once đ
oscarpiastri: awwwwww i love you đ
yourusername: i love you too osc xx
user95: not them dancing on lando's dead body đ
logansargeant: I FUCKING KNEW IT YOU SON OF A BITCH
oscarpiastri: never doubt me again eagle boy
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yourusername: if you saw me ugly crying on live tv - no you didn't. i'm so proud of you osc, my beautiful boy.
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user96: i think y/n was all of us
user97: absolutely screaming at all of the y/n fans on twitter having a meltdown and trying to figure out how f1 works
user98: this was me, am i really going to learn about tyre compounds because y/n is dating a driver? yes!
maxverstappen1: i am very happy for you both but enjoy the win while it lasts oscar i have a score to settle after being ABANDONED on the quokka date
yourusername: once again it was a DATE which is for the two people in the relationship, not the weird third guy with attachment issues
maxverstappen1: well jokes on you i do have attachment issues and now i've latched onto you and oscar which means you're contractually obligated to come to every race now
yourusername: ok?
oscarpiastri: it's okay max with our combined powers, y/n will have to stick around she hates making us sad
yourusername: it's true :(
user99: not lando fumbling yet another lead
yourusername: he never had a chance to begin with
oscarpiastri: đ
user100: this is another level of teammate psychological warfare
landonorris: i am a victim of a smear campaign
oscarpiastri: smear campaign being you flirting with my girlfriend after she told you she had a boyfriend
landonorris: I DIDN'T HEAR HER
yourusername: i said it multiple times đ€š and SOFT LAUNCHED OSCAR AND YOU STILL TRIED
georgerussell63: looks like it's back to the poster now lando
yourusername: and for the record ^^ this is very creepy
landonorris: THAT WAS LIKE TEN YEARS AGO
alexalbon: that's what you want us to think ...
user101: i am screaming at them rubbing it in lando's face
user102: kind of deserved LOL but funny nonetheless
oscarpiastri: all things aside, i'm so glad you could be there for my first win! i love you so much and can't wait to spend there rest of my life with you, even if it means my teammate flirts with you everyday
yourusername: i love you too osc, i'm sure you'll win so many more
oscarpiastri: i'm counting on it ;)
landonorris: I AM SORRY HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT
yourusername: you gonna let oscar have the upgrades first?
landonorris: no?
yourusername: then i will guilt you at every corner đ€š
fin. i know, i know. guilty as sin is coming but i just wanted to get this out. i had to come home from silverstone early cause of a mechanical dnf (foot stopped working and had heat stroke and a cold at the same time). but i had a great time while i was there and met a load of drivers with lando and alex signing my hat !!!!!
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Yandere! CEO Headcanons
Just a little idea I had some time ago of a rather bizarre dynamic: a CEO with no time to spare, introduced to a young student his wife befriended. Perhaps he does have a moment, after all. (I need to dump my preference for a cultured older man somewhere)
Content: female reader, age gap, older yandere, NSFW, dating the wife is optional
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Yandere! CEO who is in his mid 40s and terribly invested in his job. So much, that he and his wife agreed on an open relationship many years ago and barely interact anymore. Not a gloomy business by any means: she gets to meet new people and he can enjoy his work and hobbies in peace and without guilt.
Yandere! CEO who doesn't think much of it when his wife brings home a young student she befriended at a convention. He nods dismissively, returning to his papers and phone calls. At dinner, he just hums in acknowledgement and fiddles with the cutlery while the woman talks about you excitedly. "You know, (Y/N) reminds me a little of you." Nonsense.
Yandere! CEO with whom you scarcely interact: he's a borderline workaholic, and your relationship is cordial at best. That is until you're asked by the wife to retrieve some important documents from their ridiculously luxurious apartment. You quietly tiptoe past the office, but can't help glancing at the imposing library, stacked with books. The man's sudden arrival startles and you begin to mumble apologies, but he seems more interested in your curiosity than anything else.
Yandere! CEO who can't believe you both like the same authors. He discreetly removes the folder from your hands, tasking one of the assistants to deliver it to his wife instead. There are more important matters at hand. Have you had your coffee yet? Oh, you must stay longer. What's the hurry?
Yandere! CEO who has become awfully perceptive whenever your name is mentioned in conversations, innocently probing for more details. Naturally, he wouldn't mind meeting you again, but it's not...a need, per se. He was just pleasantly surprised to find someone he could so easily engage in conversation with. Hell, you're old enough to be his daughter. Don't be ridiculous, he'll scold himself sternly whenever his mind wanders too far.
Yandere! CEO who begins to feel like each encounter is a flirty tease. Is it just wishful thinking, or are you becoming cheekier by day? The way you bat your eyelashes, the way you cast your eyes down whenever he looks at you. The next time you're alone in the apartment, he's too far gone in his delusions to act rationally. How unusual for him to act so nonchalant. Unbuttoning your shirt with haste, trailing your neck with hot kisses, lifting your leg and pressing you against the wall. He never considered himself the type to fuck a much younger woman out of raw lust.
Yandere! CEO who loves taking you on dates despite his busy schedule. Art museums, theatres, the Opera. He is eager to introduce you to his interests and will answer any question or curiosity you have. Who would've thought everything is better in two? Of course, there could be other factors involved. Like the added bonus of watching you squirm in your seat and biting your lips to be quiet while he fingers you at the peak of Act 3. Then smirking to himself when everyone stands up for applause, and you have to rearrange your dress to hide the wet mess underneath.
Yandere! CEO who worries about you when he's on work trips, so he tasks his right-hand man to look after you and keep you company. If you ever get lonely, you can rely on his assistant to take care of all your needs. Now, he's not one to share, despite his marital arrangement. As bizarre as it sounds, he just sees the employee as a mere toy, an idle occupation who can temporarily entertain you in his absence. What he does perceive as a threat is swiftly taken care of. It's enough for you to mention another student flirted with you, and you'll never see that person again. You have to understand that he doesn't play around with his assets. One he has something, he holds onto it with ironclad strength. And he's never been more desperate to keep something in his possession.
Yandere! CEO who makes sure to remind you why dating him is your best (and only) choice. You would've wasted your time with boys your age. He can offer you the world and more, all you need to do is ask for it.
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Princess Party Pt 2 | Lando Norris x Best Friend! Reader
Summary: After a drunken night with his best friend, Lando ran away from the consequences. Over the next eight months, he's reminded that he made a huge mistakes.
Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Baby fever. Pregnancy. Lando redemption.
Blonde female reader with various faceclaims. Pics found on Pinterest.
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georgerussel63 letâs hope that bean doesnât expect homemade treats in the future
â YourUserName this is exactly why iâm crying so thanks for the reminder!
â georgerussell63 oh no, i was joking. i'm so sorry! donât cry! iâm on my way with ice cream
â YourUserName iâm over ice cream now. i'll take hot dogs?
â georgerussell63 donât tell charles. he just released an ice cream line for you
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charles_leclerc donât cry, y/n/n. bean has a life supply of free ice cream. she wonât even like cookies
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YourUserName not long now. (i believe george called this nesting)
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lilymhe counting down the days until i become a godmother
â francisca.cgomes lily weâve talked about this. i know the number for a good therapist, help with your delusions
â alex_albon ladies, ladies, please. weâve already had this fight. you both lose
â georgerussell63 you all lose because iâm the only contender for godmother
â YourUserName none of you are godmother unless you show up to meet bean in a red sparkly dress and a wand
â georgerussell63 stop watching shrek 2
â YourUserName never!!!
oscarpiastri the room is really coming together. those drawers look amazing
â YourUserName i ask you to help me build one piece of furniture and i never hear the end of it
danielricciardo 2 months to go! not that iâm counting. or excited. in any way shape or form
flonorris1 such a beautiful room. bean has such an amazing mumÂ
charles_leclerc baby incoming!
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alex_albon bean's just training to be an F1 driverÂ
â YourUserName isn't the term usually footballerÂ
â alex_albon oh, please. that kid wonât be a footballer if uncle george and i have anything to do with it. weâll make her the first female wdcÂ
â YourUserName my poor baby. what untalented uncles she has
â alex_albon oi!Â
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georgerussell63 carmen says bean was kicking so much because sheâs excited to meet her aunty
â YourUserName and carmen would be rightÂ
â georgerussell63 i told carmen it was because bean heard my voice and loves me so much alreadyÂ
â YourUserName and you would be wrong
â georgerussell63 pregnancy has made you mean
â YourUserName nah, the hormones just make you less tolerable
â georgerussell63 after all iâve done :(
â YourUserName <3
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YourUserName welcome to the world baby bean l/n-norris tagged: landonorris
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landonorris my two beautiful girls. no words will ever express the amount of love and gratitude i have for you but i will spend the rest of my life trying to show you
â danielricciardo simp
carlossainz55 congratulations. you make beautiful parents
alex_albon little bean is the most beautiful girl ever. i donât think iâve stopped crying since you named me godfather
â lilymhe he really hasnât. but tbf, i havenât stopped crying since you named me godmother
â yoursister i still think she should revoke alex's godfather title. traitor
â alex_albon i apologised!!
â georgerussell63 it means nothing!!!Â
charles_leclerc baby bean is here! i am so excited. we can have little playdates
â alexandrasaintmleux charles, i donât think bean will be able to play with leo for a good while
â YourUserName no but i can! bring him over!!Â
danielricciardo whoâs crying? not me. let me know when you feel ready for visitors as i may have bought a âfewâ things
georgerussell63 beautiful girls. thank you so much for letting me be part of this journey, and for naming me godfatherÂ
â YourUserName itâs a thank you for driving me to the hospital and holding my hair back whilst i puked. i donât know what i wouldâve done without you and carmen
carmenmmundt it was such an honour to be part of this beautiful journey with you.Â
â YourUserName thank you for being there for me. bean and i cannot wait for our first brunch date with aunty carmen
maxverstappen1 i am very happy for the both of you. sheâs beautifulÂ
oscarpiastri the most beautiful baby. i hope sheâs enjoying that dresserÂ
â YourUserName let it go, pookie x
francisca.cgomes i havenât taken my godmother hoodie off since you gifted it to me
â pierregasly can confirm. i'm sick of looking at shrekâs face anytime i walk behind her
mclaren our beautiful papaya baby. we can already promise that she will be the most spoiled girl in the paddock. weâre already setting up a racing nursery đ§Ą
â mercedesamgf1 except she will be spending time in our garage
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landonorris to my beautiful daughter and her astounding mother. i am in awe of the pair of you. for the past nine months, i have been the biggest idiot on the planet. and yet both of you welcomed me back into your lives without a second thought. y/n, i have loved you since we were 12 and you kissed me because i grazed my knee falling off my bike. instead of telling you that, i dragged you around the world with me whilst i raced, falling more in love with you each day. your generosity and kindness never fail to wow me. to those who don't know, i was a complete idiot. i ran away from my responsibilities and yet, she didnât hesitate in giving me a second chance. not just as a father but as a partner. she brought our beautiful bean into the world, and i will forever cherish the pair of you. you are my whole world, and if i ever upset either of you, george has full permission to run me over with his car. to y/n and bean, i love you both forever. you are my everything.
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alex_albon iâm so happy for you, mate. you owe me for all the grey hairs you gave me
â landonorris iâm grateful for your friendship, mate. i owe you for so much more than just that haha
â YourUserName @ alex_albon youâre still in trouble
â lilymhe yes he is
carlossainz55 felicidades, compañero đ„łâ€ïž
danielricciardo well done, brother. y/n did an amazing job. iâm glad you took responsibility
fernandoalo_official what a beautiful family. make sure you cherish it
georgerussell63 y/n made such a beautiful bean
â landonorris hey, part of my dna is there too (but, yes, yes she did)
â georgerussell63 unfortunately
oscarpiastri the caption is why you kept asking me for synonyms? but seriously, iâm so glad to have been part of this journey for both of you
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mclaren papaya baby! we cannot wait to see baby bean in the paddock. sheâll be the most important part of race week
arthur_leclerc i cannot believe someone willingly had a baby with you, especially someone as beautiful as y/nÂ
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user1 anyone else notice that none of the wags commented on this post despite y/n being in it?
â user2 you can guarantee they all commented on hers though because theyâve all been gushing about buying baby stuffÂ
â user3 they really said y/n may have forgiven him but we certainly donât
user4 y/n stronger than me because if my baby daddy walked away from me and my child for the entire pregnancy just to decide he wanted to be a father once it was born, iâd cut his dick off
user5 guys, not only did we finally get lando and y/n together. we got mom and dad y/n and lando together
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landonorris happy 1st birthday to my prettiest princess. youâre my favourite mini muppet in the world but if you donât stop growing then you and daddy are going to have some words. (also, daddy best be the only prince charming in your life)Â
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YourUserName whoa whoa whoa, i thought you were my prince charming
â landonorris sorry babe but you know you lost me the minute i looked into her eyesÂ
â YourUserName and here i go crying againÂ
danielricciardo mate, do you really think calling yourself daddy in an insta post is a good idea?
â landonorris @ YourUserName pay up, i told you heâd make it weird
â YourUserName damn it, daniel. you just cost me a back massageÂ
georgerussell63 and best godfather of the year award goes to me for the princess castle
â alex_albon liar! best godfather of the year âtwas me. she danced with me the most and wanted me to have the second slice of cake
oscarpiastri canât believe princess bean locked me in the dungeonÂ
â landonorris she wasnât impressed that you overtook me last weekendÂ
â oscarpiastri sucks to suck, i guessÂ
francisca.cgomes i still canât believe my baby brunch buddy is 1!! when did that happen?Â
â landonorris @ YourUserName has enjoyed playing with the brunch kitchen kit more than bean has
â YourUserName why would you expose me this way? i pushed a kid out for you
alex_albon happy birthday baby bean! canât believe itâs been a whole year of spoiling you
â User6 does this mean alex has been forgiven?
â YourSister no.Â
â alex_albon donât lie to the internet. you gave me a hug earlier
â lilymhe it was only so she could spit in your drink, honey
charles_leclerc happy birthday, bean! she is the most adorable little girl. i think i will need to wear my fairy wings on the weekend to help me go faster
â pierregasly iâve already told alpine that they need to add my tiara to the helmet
User7 okay but can we all appreciate the fact that this little girl had the majority of the Grid at her party, all dressed in some way as princessesÂ
â User8 @ YourUserName câmon, we all know youâre a girlsâ girl, release the photos of the princess grid
â YourUserName shh, i have to wait until they're racing so you've all got 2 hours to save them before they make me take them down
maxverstappen1 P had the best day with bean, and said that y/n is her new bestest friend
â YourUserName aww my heart. please bring P around for playdates forever though, sheâs the best kidÂ
â kellypiquet she was so exhausted she fell asleep in her princess dress
â YourUserName so did lando
â landonorris hey!Â
â YourUserName you started it
User9 i think weâre all asking the same thing; when are you having the next one?
â landonorris @ YourUserName so..? đ
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Baby Fever Angst Series
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Tag list - so sorry if I missed anyone. It wasnât finding a lot of people
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boy's night â riki nishimura
â summary: riki had no game, no rizz, which was why he employed the help of his six friends to text you. warning: having seven boys on the phone trying to text a girl does not give good results! â genre: fluff, all enhypen members make an appearance, boys being boys, very stupid, it's getting rizzy in here but clearly i have negative game â warning(s)? no just silliness :3 â word count: 1.7k words
"Oh my god, she texted me!" was the sentence that completely destroyed Jake Sim's house.
Tonight, Riki was having a sleepover at Jake's house. It was supposed to be a chill night, a night in which Riki could bask in his friends' presence before they went off to college again.
There were many perks to being the youngest in his friend group. It seemed like Heeseung, Jay, and Jake forever saw him as their baby, after all, when they all met as children, Riki was a snotty little four year-old, constantly tattling on the older boys. Regardless, it was nearly impossible for them to not fuss over him, constantly asking if he ate yet or if he needed help. Sunghoon teased the ever-living shit out of Riki, sure, but the older boy never hesitated to take Riki's side whenever there was an argument. Sunoo and Jungwon were closest to Riki in age, but that didn't stop them from watching over him closely, like mother cats stalking their cubs.
Though, there was one thing that Riki had to admit that he hated about being the youngest: he was the most inexperienced.
Whenever his friends got their 'firsts,' he was always too young to care. It seemed like all his friends got to experience their first crushes and heartbreaks almost simultaneously, only for them to not be there when Riki had his.
Even when he was now a senior in high school, he had absolutely no idea how to talk to girls.
He'd heard all the stories about Heeseung and his antics at college, all the flirting tips that Jake liked to give out to Sunghoon and Jay, and all the crazed texts that Sunoo and Jungwon sent as they went through relationships.
Even so, Riki had never experienced teenage love for himself.
Enter: You.
You were the cute girl that sat in front of him in his Macroeconomics class. If it wasn't for the fact that Riki absolutely hated Macro, he would blame the fact that you were just so pretty that he couldn't bring himself to focus on the lecture about the New York Stock Exchange.
Initially, Riki had no intention of pursuing you.
You were cute, obviously, but hearing you talk to your partner in class was enough for him. Plus, it wasn't like Riki had any experienceâ even if he wanted to talk to you, he had no idea how to!
Except, thanks to his nosy friends, your name had been discussed what felt like a million times by the end of the week.
"So... [Name], eh?" was the first thing Sunghoon said as Riki's camera turned on during their weekly weekend FaceTime calls.
"This is so exciting, Riki," Heeseung said as he joined the call.
"Wait, how do you know her again?" Sunoo's voice cut in. "Sorry, my Wi-Fi is bad. You said you know her from Macro?"
With a little more prying, his friends managed to get a middle-school level confession out of Riki.
"I-I just think she's really pretty, and like, she's really smart," Riki huffed, "I don't think she likes me like thatâ I've never even spoken to her! Like, I can't talk to women, I straight up am a mess and the other dayâoh my godâ she looked at me and I think I almost passed out. What do I do? I actually cannot do thiâ
".... But you think she's pretty, right?"
And that's how Riki managed to get your phone number. With the help of his friends (that felt more like them feeding into his delusions), he worked up the courage to stutter out a simple question.
And when you smiled, nodding enthusiastically as you typed your contact into his phone, Riki felt his soul leave his body.
So, it wasnât hard to imagine the havoc that engulfed Jake Sim's house (the place of the sleepover) as Riki's phone pinged, your contact name showing up.
It was already late at night, so the boys were raiding Jake's pantry to get midnight snacks.Â
The moment that Riki announced that you had just, in fact, texted him first, everyone stopped in their tracks.
"Oh shit!" Jay shouted as he jumped over Jake's sofa, bowl of cereal still in hand.
The sound of crashing as Heeseung knocked over the ramen cups, as well as cutlery dropping abruptly and cabinets slamming filled the house.
"Oi, don't mess up my kitchen!" Jake yelled as his feet pounded against his stairs, scrambling so fast that he practically glided downstairs. After Jungwon spilled milk on his shirt, he was half-way through putting on a new shirt as he clambered down.
"What did sheâ" Sunoo pushed Jay out of the way, knocking the older boy over as he plopped down next to Riki on the living room carpet and peeked over his shoulderâ "What did she say?!"
Within seconds, all six of his friends were huddled around Riki, pushing each other out of the way to catch a glimpse of what you said.
"Move your fatass head!"
"I can't see!"
As his friends argued, Riki stared at his phone, chewing on his bottom lip. His heart was pounding in his chest. He only saw the notification, and didn't see what you said yet.
What if you said something crazy, like "I just found out about that one time in first grade when you peed yourself at the playground" even though Riki and all his friends agreed to never speak of that incident again?! Or, what if you confessed your everlasting love for him in a long paragraph?
His head was spinning.
"Wait, did you open the message yet?!" Jungwon abruptly yelled into Riki's ear.
"No..." Riki answered slowly, watching the way all of his friends' once tense faces soften with relief.
"Oh my god," Jake sighed in relief.
"Phhhhheeewww!" Heeseung said dramatically.
"Why?" Riki frowned. "What's wrong with opening the message?"
"[Name] can see if you read her message if you open it," Sunghoon said matter-of-factly.Â
"Why is that a bad thing?"
All of his friends groaned.
They taught him a trick: swipe just enough so that he could see the message, but not enough that the system marks it as read.
Hey, was all you said, much to Riki's relief.
"What do I say?" Riki asked, clutching his phone. His eyes flickered to his friends as he sucked his bottom lip under his teeth pensively. "How do I respond to this?"
"Just say 'hey' back!" Jay blurted.
"No!" Heeseung shook his head profusely. "Anything but that!"
"Why not? You want him to say haiiii instead?" Sunghoon nudged the older boy.
"No, no, no!" Jungwon reached across to smack Sunghoon's knee. "All of you are wrong."
Jungwon turned to Riki. "Just respond with an emoji."
They all groaned loudly.
"Okay, anything but a goddamn emoji!"
Riki ended up typing out a simple hey in response. He had to make Sunoo press send for him, squeezing his eyes shut. Riki immediately shut his phone off, placing it face down.
"I don't want to see if she responds or not!" Riki moaned.Â
Within a minute or two, his phone pinged again.
"She responded!"
Even though you only asked, How was your day?, the entire house was once again invigorated. The boys shrieked, whooping and hitting Riki's shoulder, so loud that the house probably shook.
"Oh my god, it's happening!"
"Ouuuuu, she wants you, Riki!"
"Everyone shut the fuck up, it's time to lock in, oh my god it's actually happeningâ"
And just as everyone settled back down, ready to give Riki their mind-blowing advice, his phone dinged again.
[Attachment: 1 photo]. It was a silly picture of you, one of those cute ones that showed your eyes, clearly taken on the spot.Â
"OHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Shewantsyousobadohmygoâ"
According to Jake, if a girl sends you a picture of herself, no matter how silly or cute it is, she is head over heels for you.
"One message at a time!" Jay yelled over Jake's shoulder as they tried to figure out how to respond. "You need to answer her question first and then respond to the picture!"
"No! Don't respond to the picture!" Sunghoon, who was all the way in the guest bathroom, yelled from behind the bathroom door, his voice both booming and muffled. "She'll think you're weird!"
"I agree," Sunoo said.
"I agree," Jungwon mocked him in a nasally voice, earning a slap to the shoulder. "Just heart the picture!"
But their arguing fell upon deaf ears.
"Riki, what are you doing?!"
Riki was on his own, his heart beating at the tip of his fingers.
I hung out with my friends today and it was fun, how was yours? was his first response. Pressing on the picture, he responded, You look cute.
When Riki glanced over at his friends, they were sprawled across the floor, crying aloud dramatically.
"It's over."
"You're insane."
"Fumbled."
Riki threw a pillow at them. "I didn't fumbleâ Oh shoot, she's typing!"
The house was once again filled with screaming and crashing as they scampered to Riki's side.
You typed for a few moments. Everyone was at the edge of their seat, simply begging to see how you'd respond. But then, you stopped.
"Good game, guys."
"100% over."
Riki chewed on his thumb, his eyes glued to his phone screen. Did he creep you out? Was it weird for him to say that you looked cute? Did he fuck up?
But then you finally replied.
My day was just filled with homework, very boring, you replied. Maybe if I spent it with you it would have been more fun.
Oh.
My.
God.
Riki's hands shook as he typed back another response, completely ignoring the complete and utter disaster around him. He didn't know what came over him. He wouldn't say any of the things that he typed out loud, let alone to your face. It was like he was possessed by some spirit that gave him the courage to type. Without even noticing it, his heart was palpitating in his chest, his entire face, neck, and ears covered in a red shade.
I'm free tomorrow, he typed.Â
"RIKI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOUâ"
Okay, you simply responded. 12PM. The Block. Let's have fun.
"D-Did she just ask you out?"
Riki glanced at this phone, then at his friends, who stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers and their jaws dropped to the floor, then back at his phone. He blinked. "Yeah."
"Yes?!"
Riki blinked again. "Yeah."
.
.
.
And then it hit him.
"Oh my god, [Name] asked me out...!"
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Rich Boys Don't Have Hearts I LN4 (Pt. II)
pairing: Jock!Lando Norris x Nerd!Reader
summary: Formula Ivy Academy, or FIA for short, is the most renowned private in the world who takes such a select few. Usually those from wealth with status and secrets and so much to lose. Yet, you are selected to join the FIA on a full scholarship. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain scares a lot students, especially their star athlete who will do anything to protect those he cares about. Though, he didn't expect you to have as much of a...bite to you for a little nobody.
warning: jealous!lando. also possessive lando again, ig. bestie!charles, MESSY!FRANCO!!! god it becomes SO messy!!! franco is so smooth too. mention of make out. mention of eating out & fingering (f receiving). um idk after, kinda dying like ferrari's strategy by not having it beta read
fc: none!
a/n: since everyone is asking!!! hereâs a new part!!! also once again, i opened a ko-fi! feel free to show extra love đ
wc: 4.5K
part 1 | current
âHas Landoâs attitude gotten any better since last week?â
âNo.â
âHa! Well, surely heâs been a bit better at practices, no?â
âThat, he has. I think itâs because Max snapped at him and the coach backed Max up. Though he still gives me dirty glares during practice when heâs not speaking to me.â Charles shrugs, âthough I am unbothered. I wasnât the one who tried to bribe someone out of this school for people who donât actually truly like me. Still baffles me that he did that considering how half the school talks poorly about him behind his back. Some are not as subtle as others.â
âWell, everyone has their reasons. Maybe he was more so worried about his friends. Max, Oscar, youââ
âI don't know if I would qualify as a friend anymore.â
âI would consider you a friend if I was Lando,â you admit with a small smile, âfriends fight. Thatâs just the nature of any relationship, romantic or not. I bet heâll let it go and muster up some apology for being such a dick to you.â
âAnd you.â
You let out a bitter laugh, âLando apologize to me? My dear friend, are you sure you donât smoke anything? Because that sounds like straight delusion. Did you find the delusion at the store? If so, did you get extra because I would love some.â You remark.
âY/N. Iâm serious here.â
âSo am I, Charlie. Lando is never going to apologize to me for the shit he tried to pull on me last week.â You lean forward in your seat while making a face at the thought of Lando actually apologizing to you, âHim apologizing means that he was wrong and him admitting that heâs wrong is like hell freezing over or God admitting he was wrong to cast Lucifer out of heaven or like a guy actually knowing where the clit is orââ
âY/N!â Charles almost shrieks before shuffling closer and murmuring, âyou cannot just say things like that! You know how they are about languageââ
âOh bite me.â You groan softly while looking at Charles unimpressed, âThe FIA only made that rule because Max was stupid enough to curse at his advisor. Though Marko totally deserved it, if you ask me. Besides.â You take a chance to look on either side of you before looking back at Charles, âweâre the only two here so I doubt anybody heard me. If they did, I think a lot of the girls would be agreeing with my statement and if it was faculty, I will happily take my community service hours because I am not apologizing for telling the truth.â You lean back in your seat with a shrug.
You watch Charles open and close his mouth as he tries to think of something to say and him growing increasingly frustrated because he really had nothing to say besides âyouâre right, y/nâ. You giggle seeing Charles huff and lean back in his chair, grumbling that â you have some fair points.â You just nod before looking back down at all your notebook. You take a moment before tipping your laptop screen back as you go back to rewriting your notes as silence falls over you and Charles.
âIâll be right back.â You tear your gaze away from your laptop looking at Charles who is gently pushing his books and laptop back onto the table. âI promised Arthur I would help him with piano and I have to meet him in ten minutes. Iâll be back soon,â Charles is rapidly telling you as he grabs his coat, hastily walking away. You stare, mouth a bit open before just accepting your fate and turning back around. Whatever, itâs fine.
You start finding your groove again as you see just a flash of color across from you. Still, you didnât even acknowledge the other as you continued to take these notes down. You take a few more minutes to get through the section and let out a sigh of relief. That was one out of four, anyway. Leaning back, you rub your eyes and decide you can take a five minute break. Dropping your hands, you expect to see Charles sitting across from you once again. Instead, someone else sat in Charles' seat.
The universe just loves to test your patience. It has barely been a week since the incident with Lando that you had swore you were done. No more curly hair, greenish eyes, stupid contagious smile, friendly heartthrobs in your life. It was so oddly specific that you were certain the universe would listen but instead the universe decided to test you if you were really done since you now have curly hair, hazel green eyes, stupidly friendly and contagious smile sitting right across from you who was watching you with a gentle smile.
âFranco?â
âY/N. There you are.â Franco leans forward and puts his elbows on the table, âLeave it to you to find the coolest hidden spot in the library.â He leans over to look at your laptop and then sits back down. âAre you rewriting notes? Gross. I am very sure you have an uhâŠâ he pauses, âphotographic memory. That is the word. You already know the things, please put the notes down and have social interactions?â
âOh why thank you for thinking I have a photographic memory but I do in fact study a lot.â You giggle and feel a blush creep onto your face at the compliment. âI am having social interaction. Am I not talking to you?â You raise a brow at him smiling. âI can talk to you while rewriting my notes, you know.â
âYes but I do not want you to do that but that means I only have half your attention,â Franco complains as he gently closes your laptop screen shut and grabs your hands. You look at Franco and feel your face turn as red as the schoolâs hoodie while looking at the other, âand that just will not do.â Franco brings your hand to cup his cheek while looking at you, âyouâre always taking notes and talking. I want one hundred percent of your time. Just this once, please?â
You were not the universeâs strongest warrior. The way that Franco looked at you with those wide eyes and small pout. You had found yourself letting your resolve melt quickly as you gently shut your laptop, elbow on the table while resting your cheek against your palm. âYeah,â you find yourself saying while smiling dreamily at your fellow classmate, âI can do that.â
âWonderful!â Franco praises as he leans back slightly. âNow, where were we last time we talked?â Franco thinks trying to recall, âI think we were talking about Hamiltonââ
âAnd Toto,â you add on with a grin.
âRight, right,â Franco nods while glancing around before leaning in slightly. âIâm going fucking insane. They have Hamilton coming in as the guest designer for the fashion students this year and they moved the fashion kids into the arts building after that fire. Which means,â Franco grumbles, âI have the fortunate bad luck of seeing Lewis four times a week almost all day.â
âWhy is that bad? Heâs like your biggest celebrity crush.â
âThatâs the thing!â Franco hisses, âHeâs a celebrity crush. A crush that was never to see my existence or anything. Now instead of kilometers separating us, itâs just one floor! You think a man that is perfect should be looking at someone like me?â Franco looks at you, horrified, âY/N. Please. Iâve never been so stressed over my looks before going to class. I donât know how much longer my fragile heart can take seeing Lewis in all his glorious outfits with all those lovely ringsâŠand tattoosâŠand stay sane.â Franco drops his head in defeat before looking back up at you. âWell, what about you? Howâs your celebrity crush on Toto?â
You sigh and look away defeated. âSadly, he is no longer a celebrity crush. HeâsâŠâ You cover your mouth as you take a moment. You close your eyes before taking a deep breath in and out. âToto Wolff isâŠoff the roster,â you whisper dramatically while looking at Franco. Franco gasps loudly, covering his mouth.
âWhat?! Say it ainât so! Toto Wolff has been on the roster since the day we created the rosters,â Franco stares in disbelief, âWhat happened? What did he do that was soâŠdirty that you had to take him off the roster completely.
You stare at Franco before looking away, shaking your head slightly. âHe did the one thing that I was terrified of. The only thing that would have me kick a man such as Toto Wolff off the damn rosterâŠhe became a full time professor here.â You finally admit, covering your mouth again in disbelief that your worst nightmare came true. You hear Franco gasp again and you nod, âI know. Itâs such a sad day. We lost one of our strongest.â
âHere lies Toto Wolff. That man saw the rise of your beautifully curated roster. A moment of silence for our beloved.â Franco whispers as he sits there with you. You two glance at each other and you two break out into laughter. You both lean in, giggling while trying to hush the other so you two donât get in trouble for being so loud. âThough seriously, he became a full time professor here? Good for him but that truly is a shame. We got new eye candy but at what cost?â
âI know! But hey, at least his teaching style is unique so at least I am very engaged which is really a good thing plus him looking as hot as he does since heâs a psychopath. Who the hell has classes at eight in the morning? I canât even be happy that itâs once a week because itâs a three hour class that starts promptly at eight in the morning on Monday. Maybe it is a good thing Toto became a professor because this is too much.â
Francoâs been laughing silently the entire time, silently getting more dramatic as you spoke so he wouldnât scream in the middle of the library. You watch him for a moment before laughing as well, grabbing onto his arms as the two of you laugh.
You two calm down and lean back as someone clears their throat. The two of you look up and your face falls to horror when cold stormy green eyes land on you. You shift uncomfortably as you become defensive. Shoulder a bit further back. Back a bit straighter. Chin a bit higher. You force a smile at the British student while trying to explode him with your mind.
âY/N.â Lando remarks while looking down at you with pure raging dislike, âFunny seeing you here.â
âI could say the same for you.â
âHa.â Lando looks at Franco and relaxes slightly. âDude. Come on. Iâve been looking for you for the past ten minutes, we have to grab Oscar before meeting up with Max and Carlos soon. I really donât need Carlos getting on me for being late.â
âOh sorry. I just got so distracted.â Franco tells Lando and stands.
âWhat were you even doing? Speaking to Y/N?â You glare at Lando. Franco is way too sweet to be dragged into your bullshit with Lando before looking back at Franco. It seems that the Brit has a soft spot for your fellow freshman or something because Lando clears his throat before he keeps speaking, âI didnât realize you two knew each other. Didnât mean to sound so rudeâŠsorry.â
Holy shit. Did hell finally freeze over? Maybe itâs pigs flying. Or heâs finally getting laid. It really doesnât matter the reason why right now because you were still in disbelief that Lando apologized. You never thought youâd live to see the day where Lando apologized in general but apologizing because of the rude tone he had when speaking about you? Did you end up in the Twilight Zone? No no this must be a joke. Okay, cut the cameras. Seriously the cameras can STOP rolling.
âOh of course I know Y/N! Weâre in the same graduating class and we have a few gen eds together. Itâs just hard given our schedules but,â Franco grins, âWe make it work. Though! Before I leave I actually want to know if youâd be interested in grabbing lunch with me tomorrowâ Franco announces as he looks at you, smiling, âcould be a date if you want?â
Suddenly the world just freezes and youâre stuck at the library table staring in complete shock at the turn of the events. You hadnât even told Franco about Lando, not having the heart for his poor heart to be crushed by how Lando could be so nasty. Still, youâre trying to figure out how the hell this conversation got onto the topic of Franco asking you out on a date.
In the heat of the moment, you canât help but turn to look at Lando as if he heard Franco correctly. Maybe youâve just fallen asleep and this is some weird dream or something. You come to the shocking yet unsuspecting realization that this is not a dream when Lando meets your gaze having the same idea. You both look back at Franco in a state of shock and confusion. âA date?â You and Lando ask in union.
âYes.â Franco laughs and smiles widely at you and Lando before looking back at you, âwell? Would you like to get lunch with me? As a date?â
âYes.â You smile while nodding, âI would love to get lunch with you as a date.â
You stare at Franco with a stupid smile. You hadnât expected this was how your evening would go but you were more than happy about it. You were so happy, that Landoâs look of shock turned to disgust didnât even phase you. Finally, youâre crashing back to reality when Lando annoyingly clears his throat while looking down at the two of you. âWell, lovebirds,â Lando forces a smile but you can feel the burn his venomous words carry, âsorry to cut the moment short but we really have to leave now, Franco.â Lando manages through gritted teeth.
âRight! Sorry again.â Franco gathers his things and looks at you, âIâll text you later. Bye Y/N,â Franco waves before Lando sends him off, telling him heâll be right out.
You watch Franco go off and sigh dreamily. You glance away for a moment before doing a double take. Your smile morphs into a scowl while looking at Lando whoâhasnât moved yet. Looking him up and down, you raise a brow. âCan I help you?â
âWhy did you say yes to Franco?â
âYou really think youâre entitled to that after the shit you pulled last week?â You raise a brow while clicking your tongue, âbesides. Why do you even care?â
âBecause Francoâs a freshman and I donât need him distracted,â Lando snaps and you roll your eyes. Here he goes again about distractions and shit. Lando glances away and huffs. âAlso because heâs a bit of a player.â
âTakes one to know one, yeah?â
Lando glares at you and sneers slightly. âSo what? I wouldnât want him wasting any of his time on you.â
âWhy?â
âYouâd probably bore him to death.â Looking down at you as Lando gives it a beat. âAlso I doubt youâd know how to get him off for your first time. Hell, I donât think youâd know how to get anybody off. Not even yourself.â Giving you a condescending smile, âI would hate for him to be a part of your body count.â
âOh.â You laugh slightly, âThatâs adorable. Well. You know what? I think we got off on the wrong foot.â
Landoâs a bit taken aback. âIâwhat?â
âYou know. Iâve been doing some thinking. I think we didnât quite see eye-to-eye.â You continue as you pack your things. âWhich isnât really fair because you were truly just looking out for your friends. Like youâre doing right now.â Standing straight, âwhich I just wanna say is the sweetest thing ever so. I want to thank you and Iâve figured out the best way to do that.â
ââŠWhich isâŠ?â Lando leans in slightly, waiting for your answer.
âWhich isâŠletting you know in great detail not only how good Francoâs gonna fuck me this weekend but youâll also have to listen how Francoâs not going to want anybody else when Iâm done with him.â You feign innocence to Lando as you sling your backpack over your shoulders before walking away.
âNow, donât you move a single muscle,â Franco kisses your forehead with a smile âYou just focus on resting and Iâll handle everything for dinner tonight, okay?â
âUh huh.â
âGood girl.â Franco winks before leaving your dorm.Â
You lay in your bed staring where Franco had just left before rolling over, grunting as your legs failed to work with you. Fumbling around the messy sheets and pillows till you find your phone and immediately open the texts messages because you had to tell someone about the date you just had:
A MINX. HEâS A MINX I TELL YOU. - YN
WHO? WHAT? THE FUCK IS HAPPENING??? - CL
FRANCO. FRANCO IS NOTHING MORE THAN A MINX!!!!-YN
??????-CL
So Franco asked me out on a date for lunch todayâYN
HE WHAT?! WHEN?-YN
Yesterday after you disappeared. He showed up and Lando came looking for him.-YN
LANDO? WHAT? Oh my god was he nasty to you? Iâll hurt him istg-CL
No. No he wasâŠcivil. Or civilish while Franco was around. But anyway, yeah Lando was asking like why Franco was talking to me cause we donât really talk and like they had to go to Maxâs place and Franco was like âoh weâre in the same graduating classâ and stuff but before he left he was like âoh do you wanna get lunch with me tomorrow as a date?'â-YN
And I was gagged! I thought it heard it wrong so I looked at Lando who was LOOKING AT ME THE SAME WAY so we realize oh this is real. This is happening and Franco wants to grab lunch with me like a date. So I say yes, obviously.-YN
IN FRONT OF LANDO!?-CL
Yeah cause fuck him!!! If my happiness is his kryptonite to having a good day, then so fucking be it. But wait!! Thereâs more!-YN
TELL ME! TELL ME!-CL
So Lando hangs behind and Franco leaves. Then Lando looks at me all like âwhyâd you say yes?â Bitch what do you mean???-YN
Oh my god, he did not!!-CL
He totally did!!!-YN
Ew. Why does it have a jealous undertone?? possessiveness???-CL
Itâs giving âyou belong to meâ or like ânobody else can have you because I want youâ like some dark romance MMC. This is not a bully romance with a mafia subplot or some shit!!-YN
PREACH đđđ. So what happened after?!-CL
Oh so I was like âiâm not telling you after the shit you pulled last weekâ and asking why he cares and heâs going on about how Francoâs a freshman and he canât get distracted and how heâs a bit of a player, which he isnât heâs just kind of a himbo, and I was like âoh takes one to know one, yeah?â-YN
YOU DID NOT. SHUT UP OH Y/N I LOVE YOU SO MUCH-CL
I did and that pissed Lando off. He starts going on about how I donât know how to get anybody off and Iâd bore Franco to death and how he would never want Franco a part of my body count. First off I got three bodies and I have pleased all three, thank you very much but also like fuck Lando!! His opinion? Doesnât matter!! So I started bout how âoh we got off on the wrong footâ and âyouâre rightâ to throw him for a loop before I told him I wanted to âthank himâ for âopening my eyesâ and his thank you is listening, in great detail, to Franco fuck me this entire weekend and then listening to Franco wanting nobody else đ-YN
YNNNN!!! OH MY GOOOOOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! Ugh yes thatâs some queen shit. Though how does that tie into Franco being a minx??-CL
BECAUSE. Itâs Friday. He has no classes. Mine got canceled so I decided, oh why donât we stay in today, right? soooo like, we go to the cafe, i get food (that Franco paid for) cause heâs not hungry right now which is whatever, and then we head back to my dorm. Weâre watching tv, weâre talking, and I finish eating. Itâs great, right??-YN
Yes, correct.-CL
So as Iâm talking, I start talking about Lando. Francoâs apologizing, Iâm telling him he shouldnât be apologizing. Heâs asking if he should stop hanging out with Lando and you know me. Iâm not gonna police people on their friends so I told him no. As long as he holds Lando accountable, then I donât care. If Franco wants to drop Lando thatâs his own doing.-YN
Anyway, we keep talking and laughing. Weâre getting closer. And thenâŠyou know-YN
âŠWhat happened? đđ-CL
We start kissing. Then it turns into a lazy makeout. Hands start wandering, nothing real scandalous ya know?-YN
Uh huhâŠ-CL
Then this mf pulls away and is like âOh, Iâm real hungryâ-YN
FRANCO!!! WTFF!!!!-CL
OH WAIT!! Cause thatâs what I thought. I was like âOh really? Like now? I mean I guess we can go back to the cafe.â Meanwhile heâs actively getting off the bed. Then Franco pulls me by my ankles to the edge of the bed. so i'm thinking heâs really hungry so I go to sit up and he pushes me back down talking bout some âwhereâre you going mami?â-YN
SIR?? EXCUSE ME??? I can hear the accent now, oh my god thatâsâwow-CL
OH BUT WAIT. THEREâS MORE!!!-YN
So first, donât be calling me mami unless you plan on making me an actual mom. Second, Iâm looking at him confused like âyou said you were hungryâ and heâs like âyeah?â and I was like âOh Iâm sorry, I just thought youâd want me to join you going to the cafe to get lunchâ and heâs looking at me like I got ten heads before going like âthe cafe? Why would we go to the cafe?â Heâs actively like leaning over me while holding my thighs and slowly pushing them opening talking bout âI donât need the cafe when I got a full five meal course right here sprawled out in front of me.â-YN
FRANCO!?! OH MY GODâI have to fan myself. Wow that wasâđ„”đ„”đ„”đ„”-CL
RIGHT?!?!-YN
WELL??-CL
âŠCharles when I tell you. I do not believe in god but I am pretty sure I was knocking on his door. Two hours. I was seeing god for TWO HOURS!!! Charles when I tell you that man had me screaming crying throwing up I MEAN IT. Charles, I'm still in bed. My legs are still shaking. I canât feel them.-YN
What I wouldnât give to be sucked off like thatâCL
But wait. Thereâs a cherry on top of all of this.-YN
WHAT COULD TOP THIS?-CL
Franco really had to make sure everyone knew what was happening. I mean, heâs on his knee with my hips hanging off. Heâs got one hand gripping my ass like itâs his lifeline to this world. Heâs between my thighs and eating me out like he is a man up next on death row and I am his final fucking meal. He pushed all the pillows away. Got my wrists pinned to my stomach with his other hand. I am solely at his mercy and I cannot keep quiet for the life of me and he ate it up. I was so loud, I heard banging from upstairs.-YN
Banging?-CL
Yeah. Like someone was hitting a broom against the floor. To signal to shut up, which Franco and I ignored. More Franco than me, I couldnât see straight and that was an hour in. Do you know, what the banging was though???-YN
A disgruntled upstairs neighbor???-CL
Yeah. Do you remember who my upstairs neighbor is?-YN
âŠOH MY FUCKING GOD, LANDO LISTENED TO YOU GETTING THE BEST HEAD OF YOUR LIFE?-CL
Yes SIIIIIIIIRRRRRR. Dude Lando got so mad he CALLED Franco in the middle of it and he answered.-YN
HE ANSWERED?!-CL
Yes. He answered. Pulls back enough to start fingering me and hands be a pillow telling me to bite down on it which I do without a second fucking thought. But tell me why Franco put Lando on speaker and Lando asking âwhat are you doing right now??â and Franco looks me dead in the fucking eyes going on bout âOh Iâm just having lunch right now with Y/N.â and Landoâs like âoh yeah? Is that so? Then why the fuck is she screaming so god damn loud? Huh? Thought it was a lunch date?â and Charles. I shit you the fuck NOT, Franco without missing a beat goes, âIt is. Sheâs my lunch and my mother always told me to finish everything on my plate and I plan to do just that.â THEN HUNG UP THE PHONE AND WENT RIGHT BACK TO EATING ME OUT.-YN
Y/NâŠyou are the luckiest bitch around. Holy fucking shit. I need a man like Francoâdo we know if Franco swings both ways??-CL
He does. Though you might not like him. Heâs got a huge crush on LewisâYN
Never mind. You keep Franco. Gives me an easier chance to steal Lewis' heart. Or just get one chance with him.-CL
I think you can do it. I believe. Anyway, yeah so that happened andâYN
You accidentally send your message to Charles early when a new text comes through. Itâs by an unknown number and you click on it.
Lacrosse field. 8pm. We need to talk.-Unk
You think for a moment trying to figure out who this could be. No names come to your mind so you think that someone texted the wrong number. Typically, youâd leave unknown numbers alone but you got the impression that this was something important and urgent that you respond.
Oh Iâm sorry, you have the wrong number-YN
I donât-Unk
Excuse me?-YN
You look up hearing the familiar broom hitting against the floor. You scowl at Lando and his antics before looking back at your phone. Huh. That wasâŠtoo coincidental. You lay there for a moment before the banging came again, this time a bit more urgent. You send your message before realizing it.
Lando?-YN
The banging stops. Suddenly, your dorm is eerily quiet and you hold your breath. You watch the familiar three bubbles appear and disappear before appearing again as your heart sinks.
Bingo. 8pm. Tonight. Lacrosse field. Alone.-LN
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For those who are not following or are simply passing by:
Yin and War are out on the field promoting Jack & Joker and Yin had some words for a few people and this man is out to settle the score:
He firmly denied some 'fans' allegations that he improvised romantic moments on the show â more specifically the head touching seeing in episode 6 â he stated that they are actors, and as such they follow the director and the script.
Not done with this he made it clear: stop projecting your delusions on them, him and War are friends and working partners.
They decided to go independent seeking artistic freedom, wanting to pursue stories without interference from studio and producers.
They actually got indebted making the show, having invested a sum close 40 million baht. They don't expect to see any financial return soon. (Yin actually sold his car to help fund the series).
Yin stated that one reason for going 'rogue' was to protect his relationship with War, neither of them wanted to make a product out of their connection â a stance similar to Daou and Offroad who have said multiple times that their relationship is not for sale.
When it came down to the characters of Jack and Joke they both said that the freedom extended to them as well. They didn't want to put labels or specific traits in them, like which would be the top or the bottom in bed, it could go either way, that fluidity was something they were looking for.
Yin was candid about the way people approached him since he started doing BL shows. His friends asked him what it was like to kiss a man and he understood that as offensive, "they never asked about it when I was acting with girls, why would that matter now?"
You guys can support them by streaming the show on IQYI â they will need it (I'm not joking they have bills to pay).
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