#i am going to go pass out but i hope some of this is what you were hoping to hear about lol

[slimepuparibaba]

Optimal Reading Order for Caleb's Storyline (with an infographic)

SO! I HAVE COLLECTED ALL THE CARDS AND HERE IS MY THEORIZED TIMELINE FOR PRESENT DAY CALEB! TRUST ME, WHEN READ IN ORDER THIS SHIT HITS SO HARD. CALEB'S WRITING TEAM INHALED SOMETHING AND I WANT WHAT THEY HAD.

If you want me to do an analysis for the Past Caleb Cards too, we will have to wait until 10 Days With You ends, but pls let me know because I've already pieced those together too. I'd also do this with the other boys but it is MUCH harder due to there being less indication and less tells (InFold, please do what Tears of Themis is doing where they put the stuff in order in one of their CN updates plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS)

MILD SPOILERS (and by mild I mean I just noted vague points in time that allowed me to pinpoint where they were in the timeline + relationship progress you're not really getting spoiled but some ppl wanna go in completely blind and that's perfectly understandable!)

Main Story - Yeah no duh. Caleb is basically a stranger here, and we're at square one.

Endless Summer - The card references it had been 2 weeks since she last saw Caleb in Skyhaven. They're awkward here.

Exclusive Aftercare - This is when MC starts letting Caleb more back into her life. This comes in between ES and Myth because of Caleb still trying to keep distance, distance that isn't all there in...

Myth - First time MC visits Skyhaven after the Main Story. She is on better terms with Caleb and their relationship makes so much progress here.

Hidden Waves - MC visits Caleb's home in Skyhaven. It's obvious they're now starting to repair what they lost.

Painful Signal - Hidden Waves is referenced here, and obvious revelations are obvious. Also, Gideon!

EXTRA NOTE: Canonically, by this point in the timeline, MC is at least Affinity Level 30 here due to Gideon's appearance in Caleb's Moments. There is also a very, VERY noticeable shift in his calls and texts and how MC starts replying to him after this, implying they definitely made progress. She was seemingly more off with him, as was he in expressing his desires, but once we pass this threshold, he starts voicing his affections more openly for MC, with her also starting to call out to him more.

Intertwined Gold - I cannot stress enough that this actually acts as a beautiful resolution to this little arc. I mean it so much. Their past already acted as their time to let things fester, and this is just... *sniffle* oh my god, it's beautiful.

I felt like I watched an entire TV Drama when reading through the cards in this order. Please read it in this order for optimal experience because you genuinely get to see the growth Caleb and MC get to have in this weird situation where they're adults trying to figure each other and their feelings out. I am a Sylus girlie (I KNOW I HAVEN'T MADE ENOUGH STUFF FOR HIM SO IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT, SHUT UP, I THIRST FOR HIM IN PRIVATE, IT COUNTS) but even I have to admit, this shit? Fire. Actual fire. Caleb's writing team is beautiful, and I hope they have good things happen to them.

...also BEG INFOLD TO MAKE A FUNCTION WHERE WE CAN LIST MEMORIES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER, THIS HIT SO HARD AND I WAS LUCKY I GUESSED RIGHT FOR MOST OF THE MEMORIES THE ONLY ONES I FUCKED UP WAS HIDDEN WAVES COMING AFTER MYTH, BUT ITS OK--

EDIT: I MADE AN INFOGRAPHIC WITH MY SISTER!!! YAY

[chadsuke]

[ID: Two screenshots of a series of tweets by @/PalestineCapti1, which are continuing the last tweet described in alt text, from August 29th, 2024. They read, "They left me no space to breathe, and even what is called the 'ashnav' (peephole) on the cell door was sealed. There is only a small opening where I sit most of the time to breathe. I am suffocating in my cell, waiting for the hours to pass, hoping to find some oxygen particles to breathe and stay alive."

"Jarrar, who suffers from severe health problems, continues: 'What worsened the misery of my isolation is the high temperatures. I am, in short, inside an oven at its highest setting. I cannot sleep due to the extreme heat, and not only have they isolated me in these conditions, but they have deliberately cut off the water in the cell. Even when I request to fill a water bottle to drink, they bring it after at least four hours. As for going out to the prison yard, I was allowed only once after eight days of isolation, and they deliberately delay the delivery of the poor-quality meal for hours.' (via RNN)"

"Zionist terrorists re-abducted Khalida Jarrar on Dec 26, 2023, at her residence in Ramallah, subjecting her to administrative detention that has been renewed twice. She was first held in Damon Prison with other female captives but has since been moved to solitary confinement. Jarrar has faced severe conditions, including violence and systematic abuse. Solitary confinement, along with other isolation measures, is one of the harshest tactics used against captives by the Zionist terrorists for decades." End ID.]

Her daughter died while she was imprisoned. She was not allowed to go to the funeral.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Friendly Set-Up – Glen Powell

"Plleeeeeaaaassseeee?"

"Pass."

"Pretty please?"

"Nope."

"He's a great kisser!"

"How would you know?"

I smirked as Sarah's mouth opened and closed. "I've. . . heard from his. . . costars."

"All the more reason not to go out with him," I chuckled as I walked past her and into the kitchen.

"But Y/N," she whined as she followed me. "Just a coffee date. That's all I'm asking for. He was talking to me and the other girls about needing a woman in his life."

"Why would he. . . Actually, I don't care." I shook my head as I started making dinner.

"He told us that he missed taking care of a girl," she continued anyway. "He misses spoiling a girl, calling a girl during his lunch break, and picking up dinner on his way home to her."

"That's very sweet," I sighed, "but I'm not ready for another relationship."

"I know that Jason broke your heart," she said, running over to me. "But Glen is the exact opposite of him. He's just what you need! A pallet cleanser!"

"Sarah, stop!" I snapped a little too harshly at her. "I don't want to go on a date with the actor you put makeup on every morning, okay? I just want to be left alone so I can forget about Jason."

I didn't care that the ingredients were all over the counter. I turned and walked away, grabbed my keys, and got in my car. I didn't have to think about where I wanted to go.

I walked into the bar, sat down at my usual spot, and ordered my usual drink. I ran my fingers through my hair and cursed the tears that begged to fall.

Jason and I dated for almost two years. Over the years, he's gotten a lot less romantic. Finally, I made the mistake of making a small comment about marriage and he freaked out. He left and I got a text the next day saying that we should take a break.

As that bartender put my drink in front of me, I thought about how Sarah described Glen. He wanted a girl in his life. He wanted someone he could spoil. I smiled sadly when I realized it had been a long time since I felt like I was being spoiled by someone.

I shook my head, forcing myself to stop thinking about "what if". Jason broke up with me a week and a half ago. I needed more time to get over it.

"Son of a. . ." I grumbled when I saw my friends running into the bar. "Hi, girls."

"Hi, Y/N," Angela said a little too sweetly.

"I don't want to. . ."

"Would you please go out with him?" Sarah cut me off.

"Girls," I sighed.

"Come on, Y/N," she whined. "He's funny. He's attractive. He's successful. He's the total package."

"If he's the total package, why is he still single?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"He's an actor," Angela shrugged.

"And he can get any girl he wants," I sighed, "so why would he want to go out with me?"

"Oh sweetie," Kelly sighed. "You're amazing. We all instantly thought of you when Glen told us about how he wanted a new girl in his life."

"Why wouldn't he like you?" Sarah asked.

"He'd be lucky to have you," Angela added.

"You're too good for him," Maggie chuckled.

"Look," I cut the girls off, "I just broke up with Jason. I need some time before jumping into a new relationship. Thank you for thinking I'm good enough for a famous actor, but I'm gonna pass."

* * * * *

After A LOT of badgering from the girls, I finally agreed to meet Glen. I told them not to get their hopes up. I was only going and having coffee with the guy to get them to stop begging me. After trying not to overthink my sundress, I headed to the coffee shop that was close to my work and the office building where his current movie was filming.

I gave myself a slight pep talk before getting out of my car. I walked into the coffee shop, my nerves jumping all over. As I looked around the shop, I kept wondering why I agreed to meet a complete stranger. Suddenly, my eyes landed on a guy who looked exactly like my friends described. He noticed me and sent me a shy smile. I took a shaky breath before walking over to him.

"Are you Glen?" I asked.

"Yeah," he smiled. "Yeah, I am."

"I'm Y/N, Sarah, Maggie, Angela, and Kelly's friend," I introduced myself. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw him relax. "You don't have to look so relieved."

"Sorry," he chuckled. "Our friends talked you up so much that I wasn't sure if you were real."

"I'm very real," I shrugged with a small giggle. "They probably lied about me though."

"I doubt that," he said, slightly looking me up and down. He looked back up at me and smiled. "Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

"I'd like that," I smiled.

He turned and gestured toward the counter. When I walked by him, he gently put his hand on my lower back. I tried to force the butterflies in my stomach to go away as we went and ordered our coffee.

"Oh my gosh," the seventeen-year-old barista giggled. "You're. . . You're Glen Powell!" 

Glen looked at me with a blush on his face and cleared his throat. The girl continued to fangirl, "I am such a huge fan. I love you."

"Thank you," he said politely. "That's very sweet of you."

An older man behind the counter cleared his throat, sending his employee a "manager glare".

"Sorry," she cleared her throat. "What can I get you?"

Glen looked at me and gestured for me to order first. I smiled before turning toward the still-excited teenager. "Can I get a caramel latte?"

"Of course," she smiled. Her face turned pink as she turned toward Glen. "And you?"

"Just an iced coffee for me," he nodded. I started to pull out my wallet but he quickly grabbed his wallet and handed his card to the barista. She giggled as she took his card.

She rang us up and handed Glen his card back. "We'll call your name when they're ready," she giggled. I saw the look on his face slightly shift as he looked around the coffee shop.

"Actually," I jumped in, "can you call my name? We're on a first date and don't want to draw too much attention."

"Of course," the girl said, putting her hand to her hard. "That's so sweet. What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"Great. They'll be right out."

I followed Glen to the corner table, out of sight of the windows and front counter. We sat down and there was an instant awkward tension between us.

"This is. . ." He said slowly.

"Awkward," I finished for him.

"Exactly," he chuckled. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," I waved off. "Going on a date that your friends bugged you until you said yes to go on is awkward."

"They bugged you?" He asked, his eyes slightly sinking.

"It's nothing against you," I said quickly. "I just. . . I wasn't sure I wanted to get back into dating."

"Back?" Glen asked.

"Coffees for Y/N?" The barista called. Glen looked at me and hesitated before getting up and getting our coffees. I pulled my hands into my lap and nervously played with my fingers.

"Here you go."

"Thank you," I said, my voice soft.

"Y/N," Glen said after a short beat of silence, "what did you mean earlier when you said you weren't sure if you wanted to get back into dating?"

"It's. . . not something I should bring up on our first date," I said.

"If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

I looked up to see Glen smiling gently at me. "I just broke up with my boyfriend," I admitted.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking at me sadly.

"Well, technically," I cleared my throat, "he broke up with me. After two years. All because I made a small hypothetical about marriage."

"He what?" Glen asked, slightly surprised. "What an idiot. For what it's worth, you dodged a bullet. He's missing out on an amazing girl."

I smiled weakly at his comment. "You met me like five minutes ago," I chuckled.

"Doesn't matter," he shrugged. "I still think you're amazing."

I looked down at my hands wrapped around my coffee mainly to hide my blush.

"You told me yours," Glen said, making me look up at him. "It's only fair that I tell you my breakup story."

"You don't have to," I stuttered.

"It's only fair," he said with a small smirk. "I was dating an old costar. It got to the point where I was putting in more effort than her. We spent the entire last two months apart. Whenever I called, she didn't answer. And she never called."

"Did you break up with her?" I asked before I could think about it.

"I did," he nodded. He added, "After pictures from her movie leaked of her making out with her costar on the beach."

"I'm sorry," I said. "That's terrible. You didn't deserve her."

"You met me like five minutes ago," he said, instantly going back to his earlier self.

"Doesn't matter," I shrugged with a smile on my face.

For the next two hours, Glen and I sat and talked. We talked about our jobs, our family, our crazy friends. The more we talked, the more I started to fall for this guy. Sarah was right. He was extremely sweet. He maintained eye contact the entire conversation and seemed like he was hanging on my every word.

I was explaining my latest project at work when his phone started ringing. By the sigh that left his lips, I could tell that he had a theory for who was calling him and interrupting our date.

"I'm sorry," Glenn said, his smile sinking when he looked up from his phone. "It's my manager."

"Take it," I said. "I don't mind."

"But Y/N," he stuttered.

"It's okay," I said with a small laugh. "Answer your phone, Glen."

"I'm sorry," he whispered before answering his phone. "Hey, Mike."

I busied myself as he listened to his manager.

"What?" He asked, slightly turning away from me. I looked at my hands wrapped around my coffee. "Wait, right now? Mike, I'm kind of. . . I know that but. . . Fine. I'm on my way."

"You have to go?" I asked, unable to stop my voice from dropping.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N," he said, instantly turning back to me. "I completely forgot I have an interview in two hours."

"I'm going to have to get used to sharing you with the rest of the world, aren't I?" I fake pouted, making him laugh.

"Oh, please," he smirked. "My girl never has to share me."

As we stood up, Glen grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest. "I really enjoyed getting to know you, Y/N."

"I really enjoyed getting to know you, Glen," I smiled. My breath got caught in my throat when Glen's eyes dropped to my lips. Before I could wonder whether or not he was going to go for it, he went for it.

Glen leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I gently grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. When we broke the kiss, we both had matching smiles.

"Does this mean you'd accept the offer to a second date if I asked?" His voice soft.

"If you asked."

* * * * *

After our date, each of the girls called and begged me to go to brunch so I could tell them all about it. I fixed my dress as I got out of my car and headed into the restaurant. The second I walked to our table, my friends all jumped up and started bombarding me with questions.

"How was it?"

"Did he buy your coffee?"

"Did he pull out your chair?"

"Did he hold your hand?"

"Did you guys talk for hours?"

"Did he ask you out again?"

"Did he kiss you?"

"Why aren't you answering our questions?"

"Because neither one of you has stopped to breathe," I chuckled.

"Okay," Sarah said in her bossy tone. "Enough questions. Just tell us how it went."

"It was fine," I shrugged.

"Fine?!" They all screamed in sync.

"Just fine?"

"Come on."

"You gotta give us more than that."

"Sorry," I said, standing up, catching all of them off-guard.

"Where are you going?" Sarah pouted.

"Hey, gorgeous."

The girls gasped as Glen walked up, wrapped his arm around my waist, and kissed my cheek. "You ready for lunch?"

"Absolutely," I smiled at him. I looked back at my friends and saw all of them smiling like crazy people.

"You girls don't mind me stealing Y/N away from you, do you?" Glen asked the girls.

"Of course not!" Sarah said loudly. "Take her for the rest of the day."

"Subtle," I scoffed as I rolled my eyes. Glen just laughed as he led us out of the restaurant. When we got to his car, he stopped and pulled me into his chest.

"You know," he whispered, "when I first told the girls I wanted a new girl in my life, I never thought I'd actually meet a girl I could see spending the rest of my life with."

"The rest of your. . ."

"I know this is crazy fast," he said quickly, "especially since we've only been on one date. . ."

"We texted until like 2 am," I said quickly trying to reassure him.

"True," he smiled. "As I was saying, I really like you, Y/N. And I think that we have something here."

"I think so, too," I whispered. With a smile on his face, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as our lips moved in sync.

We didn't care that our friends were watching us from the restaurant window with proud smirks on their faces. Glen broke the kiss but didn't let me go.

"Y/N," he whispered. "I know you're still getting over Jason. But I'd like to help you with that."

"I don't want to use you."

"You wouldn't be using me," he said, shaking his head. "I'd just be helping you through the breakup."

I bit my lip, debating if I really wanted to go for it. "Fine," I gave in. I quickly added, "But only if you allow me to help you through your breakup."

"It's a deal."

[vmartist]

•Satoru Gojo x Male Curse Reader•

•Radar•

“and whether you like it or not, it ain’t gonna stop. ‘Cause I got you on my radar”

Content Warnings: Mentions of blood and gore, sexual themes, minimal editing, blah, blah, blah, author notes at the end and I hope you enjoy <3

It’s not exactly clear when you came to be in the modern era, or why. Maybe because society lies to itself about its carnal desires? Or because everyone eventually needs a release? Whatever the case, you found yourself shifting, shaping yourself into what others crave the most. Once you sank your fangs into someone, it was only a matter of time before they succumbed. Today was no different than any other day as you stared at yourself in the mirror, no reflection of course, which always caused a pang of sadness to shoot through your heart.

I am beautiful.

Slowly, your lips curve into a smile. And you rose to your feet and dressed yourself before stepping seamlessly into society. It was like a routine you had down. The shopping districts had some of the most attractive people you’d ever seen, and today was no different. Your eyes flicked over each person, the shape of their eyes, their noses, their bodies, and their colors intrigued you as well.

Pretty.

As you rested your head on the table you sat at, you felt your face shift, morphing into what you took in today. Taking the most beautiful details and disregarding the ugly ones. Your bones cracked, snapped, and popped into place. Adjusting your posture, you sat up straight and fixed your clothes.

I am pretty.

The thought makes you giggle aloud, but no one notices, they usually never do. But, you still quickly look around to see if someone did.

…

A sigh slips past your lips as you stand up and saunter toward the food court. One of the many pleasures of humans was eating, and once you tried it you could see why. Today felt like a good day for something sweet, the mochi bar was especially tempting today. A special deal today for the kikufuku! Not like the deal mattered since you just took what you wanted without paying.

Ahead of you was a man, tall, lean from what you could tell, hair as white as snow, fair skin, and he was also getting something sweet. You walk beside him and go to grab his order when your hands brush against each other.

“Excuse me, can I help you…?” A voice rumbles from the man beside you. Up close you could finally take in his face, but unfortunately it was covered by the obnoxious sunglasses that sat on his nose.

Your eyes immediately widen, your jaw drops and you blink at him. “You…you can see me?” You mumbled out quietly.

The person working the bar quirked their brow at the man. “Who are you talking to…?” They question.

His brows shoot up and shakes his head with a curt laugh. “Ah, apologies, I was on the phone!” He glances back to you and quickly takes his order and shoots a sideways glance your way before briskly walking off.

This was an opportunity that couldn’t be passed up. Someone noticed you, finally! It’s instinct as you follow in the man’s direction and look around. You catch glimpses of his hair in the crowds as you slip by people and try to reach him. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in a secluded area, far from the shopping district now.

It wasn’t familiar to you, it was more greenery than you were accustomed to. Your eyes flick around to find your mystery man before his voice rings out to you.

“Geez you’re stubborn…I thought I’d lost you by now.” He groans out from behind you.

As you turn to face him, your lips curve into a grin. “You’d never be able to lose me…not after what just happened!” You chuckled as you stepped forward.

His brows knit together as his lips pouted down slightly. “What are you talking about…?” He scoffs.

“You can see me! You acknowledged me!” You exclaim while throwing your hands up.

He pauses for a moment before parting his lips. “Of course I can see you…you’re a curse.” He states, before removing his sunglasses to reveal the most gorgeous pair of eyes you’d ever seen. Sure, it was a simple blue but it was more than just blue to you. A sea you could get lost in, one you didn’t mind getting lost in. “Which means…I’ll have to exorcise you…”

Want. No, need.

You blink a couple times and see the man’s face shift from mild irritation to shock.

“…? My eyes…?” He murmured to himself as he stared at you.

You cock your head at him and nod. “When I see something I like, I take it.”

He clicks his tongue and hums. “That much is obvious from earlier when you tried to take my stuff…” he muttered.

Immediately you pout at him and sigh. “I’m sorry…I didn’t know you’d be able to see me…so I figured I could just take it and leave.”

He shakes his head at you. “You know what? I don’t have time for you…” he waves you off and walks off.

You’re quick to try to follow behind. “Wait!” You call out to him before he’s out of your sight. “…he hates me…” you sighed as you dropped your shoulders and sunk your head.

The following weeks kept you awake, it’s a good thing you don’t need sleep. The man’s essence kept you up and mapping out every single detail of him. His white hair, his pale fair skin, tall lean body, his nose bridge, those thin pink lips and his slim fingers…what it would feel like to be wrapped around your…

Plan.

A plan is what you needed, and a plan is what you had. You find yourself alone and cackling, nearly screaming at the thoughts that pass through your mind.

He will be—no. He is mine.

Normally the process is short and requires very little cursed energy. Before it was only taking bits and pieces of a person, taking the beauty of society. Now however, you’re taking the entirety of a person, everything that makes them, them. Or rather, him, him. It had to be perfect, although there were hiccups and gaps where you couldn’t see.

His body would have to be completely bare to you before you could copy him completely. But for now, it was near perfection, all that was left was his voice and the parts of him he had hidden behind his clothes. Mimicking the voice was another trying task, but luckily stalking him over a period of time made it much easier. Every night was another night of retching and throwing away previous persons features. It was all worth it to make room for him.

Your room was now littered with bones of various sizes and shapes, dried blood and viscera, mucus and puss of different colors. If only you could see yourself, how perfect you were. But instead you’re forced to face the cost of this ‘power’. As you feel your body snap into place, causing a few cracks and creaks as you stand up, you open your eyes and touch your hands together.

“…it’s…near perfection…” you whispered to yourself.

Dusk falls, perfect timing to be on the prowl and take another soul down to ecstasy. Your footsteps echo out into the dark as you make your way through the city. The bright lights and heavy air causes your throat to tighten. Suddenly the air feels denser than before, you turn around to face your desire.

“…Oh a cheap copy…I was wondering why you kept lingering around me for those months…” he muttered as he messed with the blindfold over his eyes.

Your thin lips curve up into a smirk. “Cheap…?” There’s a moment of silence before your lips drop from a smirk into a sullen frown. “Aw man…that’s actually…uber lame. I was expecting a better reaction considering the effort and time I put into this…”

A scoff erupts from his throat immediately. “From what I sense, all you’re doing is cheap imitation…you can’t actually use Six Eyes or Limitless…can you?” He cocks his head at you as the question leaves his lips.

You squirm slightly under his gaze and whine. “Huh? What’s that? Your technique…?” You pause and place a hand under your chin and hum. “Hm…”

The man across from you stares quietly from behind the blindfold before holding his hand out. Your azure eyes flick up before your lips curve upward. Immediately you rush over and try to wrap your arms around him but you can’t.

“Hey what gives!? I can’t hug you…?” You mumbled as you pulled back.

He chuckles and shakes his head slightly. “Why are you so obsessed with me anyway? You don’t even know my name do you…?”

You pause and pout softly. “No…but that changes nothing!” There’s a small pause before you part your lips. “Could you…tell me your name…?”

He stands still and cocks his head at you with a smirk.

“Please…?”

He laughs and shrugs. “Satoru Gojo. Do you have a name…?” Satoru asks.

Satoru Gojo. Pretty name…

“…sure I have a name…but I’d prefer yours…” you sigh with a lovesick smile.

Satoru places his hands over his hips and chuckles. “You’re not planning on replacing me are you…?”

Immediately you shake your head. “No! No…I don’t think I could…”

There’s a brief pause in the conversation as your eyes are glued to your feet. Satoru brings his hand up to flick your forehead. “I got a question for you…don’t bore me okay?”

You blink and stare at him. “Hm…?”

“There was cases a couple months ago, days before we’d met actually. People going missing…then reappearing. Was that you?” He questions.

Your lips purse together. “Are you accusing me?”

This causes a rumble of laughter to escape his throat. “You’re pretty funny for a curse…Sure, I am accusing you.” He shrugs.

“Yeah…some of those cases were me…how’d you figure?” You confirmed while cocking your head.

Satoru adjusts his blindfold and reveals one of his eyes. “The people affected said they saw themselves briefly as they entered ‘bliss’. So you don’t actually kill the people you copy…but I’m still confused on the whole ‘bliss’ thing…all the victims were extremely vague.”

A grin makes its way to your lips. “That’s a shame…they should’ve all just been open and honest about it. Their desires were so…delicious.” You whispered as your tongue lapped over your lips quickly.

This makes his brows knit together and furrow. “…you’re an odd one..” his brows then relax and his smirk his back. “…but that makes things interesting.”

There’s a small pause between you two. “Huh…? You want to fight?” You ask while tilting your head slightly.

He snaps his blindfold back over his eyes and leaps backward with his hands in his pockets. “Like I said…don’t bore me…” he chuckles.

The next half an hour solidified your feelings for him, Satoru Gojo. He fought with such fever that left you amazed and craving more. You both exchanged hits between each other as well as playful and occasionally flirty banter that left smiles on your lips. Somehow, you’re now on top of his lap, straddling his body into the ground as you gaze down at him.

“…it makes sense that only Satoru Gojo could defeat Satoru Gojo…” he muses from underneath you.

You lean down, nose to nose with him. “You were holding back…because deep down…you know you want this.”

His breath catches in his throat before he swallows and huffs out a laugh. “What can I say? I’m curious…and besides…you didn’t bore me.”

No time was wasted after his words as you tilted your head and locked your lips between his and shut your eyes. Satoru stared up with wide eyes before he slowly shut them and leaned into the kiss. As you synced your lips together and slowly darted your tongue between his lips and toward his throat, his erection poked between your legs.

A bridge of saliva connects your lips as you pull away. “You’re…eager.” You hum as swallow his spit. This causes his hips to buck forward before you firmly push them down and shake your head with a cackle. “Ah, ah, ah…” you tutted. “…the fun has only just begun…”

Satoru grits his teeth, biting back his strained cries and whimpers as he’s restrained. “…not…fair…” he spits out weakly.

A sigh passed through your lips as you bring your slender fingers to his jackets zipper and slide it down. “…what’s not fair…is how you’re holding out on me…” His eyes follow your movements and he feels his mouth go dry.

Once his jacket was discarded, you leaned down to plant kisses down his face, then his neck, across his chest and down to his abs before you stop at his v-line. His fingers dug deeper into your scalp, gripping the tufts of hair tightly and tugging. “Keep going…” he huffs out roughly.

Slowly you rise to grip his belt buckle, slowly fiddling with it. “Oh man…this is sooo hard…” Underneath his pants was the outline of his erect cock, twitching and pulsing for release.

Satoru drops his hands down to his belt as he almost shoves you off. “J-Just let me do it!” He whines, his voice cracking slightly. He sloppily slips his belt off and tosses it aside before reaching for the button and popping it. His breathing growing heavier as sweat drips down his forehead, and his cheeks dusted a deep shade of crimson. Once he slides the zipper down he lets out a breath of relief as his cock is now only strained by his boxers.

His eyes fall back on you as his chest rises and drops, his brows knitted together and dick twitching. “Well…? I’m not just gonna play with myself…” he smirks and hums. “Unless that’s what you’re into…”

Immediately you climb over him and unsheathed his penis from his boxers and grip the base firmly. This causes him to take a sharp inhale and grit his teeth as he stares at you. Pre spills from his tip and down his mid length. You press your thumb between the slit of the head of the penis and rub gently, drawing out a couple erotic moans from the other man as more pre spills and dribbles down his penis. Using the pre as makeshift lube, you slide your fingers down to his base and begin to pump him slowly.

Gripping the base before sliding up to the head before sliding back down. Satoru shuts his eyes as he occasionally bucks his hips, craving more friction and whimpering as he does so.

“…you’re perfect…” you uttered.

A breathless laugh shudders past his parted lips as he nods. “I…I know…”

His cock twitches with anticipation in your grasp, wet and leaking. Slowly you stop pumping, which causes him to crack open his lids and stare at you with a frown. You leaned over and pecked the tip with your lips, pre dribbles down your lips but you quickly mop it up with your tongue and swallow. Satoru blinks at you before gulping and gripping the ground. Before he can argue, you give his tip another gentle kiss before sliding your tongue around.

He gasps immediately and bucks his cock into your mouth. As you pull your mouth back he tries to push his cock back inside sloppily.

“Gah…fuck. Why do you keep stopping?” He whimpers out.

Your eyes flick up to meet his half lidded ones. “We’re making love together…not a quick flick…be patient…” you replied before taking his entire length into your mouth.

This jolts Satoru as his eyes widen and he cries out. You feel each twitch of his dick, each vein pop and pulse, and the pre that keeps coming down. As you swallow, you bring a hand to cup his balls as you gently squeeze, coaxing out a groan mixed with a moan.

“Do-Don’t stop…” he breathes out.

Slowly you pull back and watch him as his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, his fingers clenching at his sides and his head falling back. You slink back on your knees and quickly take off whatever remaining clothes you had, feeling your body change below the belt slightly to match the man across from you.

Slowly climbing on top and spreading your legs slightly, you slide his dick between your cheeks before feeling the puckered hole stretch. Even though it isn’t your first time, doing it with a new body proved to be challenging all over again. At the same time though, it provided a pleasurable experience. As you feel his length slide in, he brings his hands to your hips and grips gently, rocking into you slowly.

“Fuck…” he groans out. “You’re so tight…” he winces as he continues to rock into you at a slow pace.

You begin to place your hands over his to keep them in place as you stare down at him. “How does it feel to fuck yourself…? I am mimicking your body after all…” you question with a grin.

A breathless laugh slips past his lips as he gazes up to you. “I’m amazing…although I had to get past the original discomfort…” he mumbled.

You nod in response as his pace begins to pick up. “You could at least try to enjoy yourself…”

He immediately shakes his head with a smirk. “After that act earlier…? Like hell I’m gonna take my time with you…” he breathes out before bucking his hips forward.

A cry mixed into a moan is evoked from you before he begins to strike up into your stretched hole. Any attempts to plea and reason have no effect now as he begins to mercilessly pound into you. His hands swiftly switch from your hips to your cheeks as he grips each one and digs in his nails slightly.

“This…is…how it should’ve been from the start…” he huffs out as he slams into you again. “You take me so well…” he hums with a satisfied grin.

Your body begins to tremble with waves of pleasure and pain. Drool dribbles down your bottom lip and spills onto his pelvis. He swipes it off with his fingers and brings it to your lips. “Lick that off of me…” he commands. You part your lips and lap up your spilled saliva quickly. “Good boy…” he chuckles.

As he continues his relentless thrusting, his cock twitches inside more frequently, and his thrusts feel more sloppy and slow. His grip on you tightens. “You owe me this…this release…” he heaves out as he grits his teeth. After one final thrust, his shuts his eyes and parts his lips letting out a guttural moan. His dick stops twitching before he pulls out, and his seed spill out of your abused hole and down your inner thighs.

He falls onto his back beside you and sighs. “…I needed that…so maybe I don’t have to kill you.” He laughs.

You turn your head to him, inching closer before leaning against him. “Right…because I’m a curse…”

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I’d wanted to write a one shot for a while. And I was listening to Blackout for the millionth time and all the songs are great for one shots I had in mind. Ultimately I decided on Radar after listening to the lyrics and just crafting up a quick narrative in mind. From the start I wanted it to be smut, but with some plot. This is actually the first time I’ve posted any smut content so apologies if it’s not to anyone’s taste. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and with that I leave you with one last thing. Have a good one, drink your water, take care of yourself and buh-bye<3

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

another req.... lando with desi reader struggling with spice, he is trying to keep a brave face because theyre with family... but is suffering so bad lmaooooo while reader is relaxed lol.. and then lan doesnt hear the end of it obviously because thats our ghora pakora

gora pakora ୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ

·˚ ༘ ln x desi!reader 𓌉◯𓇋

·˚ ༘ fluff 𓌉◯𓇋

masterlist ☾☼

the dining room buzzed with chatter, laughter, and the occasional clang of serving spoons as platters of rich, aromatic food were passed around. lando sat stiffly at the long dining table, flanked by you on one side and your cousins on the other. the desi family hospitality was in full swing, with heaping servings of butter chicken, biryani, naan, and more spread out like a feast for royalty.

lando was no prince, but tonight he was treated like one. a fact that would have been delightful if he weren't trying to survive the heat level of the food.

"so, lando, how's it going?" one of the uncles asked with a hearty laugh as he watched him load his plate.

lando smiled tightly. "great! love the food, smells amazing.

and it did smell amazing. the problem was, his first bite had already set his mouth ablaze. his tongue felt like it was tangoing with fire. but he couldn't back out now. not when everyone was watching.

he glanced to you, sitting calm and composed, spooning extra spicy curry onto your plate like it was nothing.

"how are you doing this?" he whispered, his voice little louder than the laughter and chatter.

you looked up, puzzled. "doing what?"

"this." he pointed delicately to your plate, then drank some water. "it's like you're immune."

you arched an eyebrow, smiling in resistance. "lan, this is mild."

his eyes went wide. "mild?!" He had whispered the words, but they sounded like he'd yelled them across the family. some of the family members gave him some inquisitive glances, so he tried to cover that by laughing and shoving a huge chunk of naan into his mouth to swallow the flames. that didn't work.

one of your aunts spotted the discomfort. "lando beta, is the food okay?"

he nodded furiously, swallowing down what felt like molten lava. "oh, absolutely. delicious! best i've ever had."

you nudged him, barely concealing your laugh. "you don't have to lie, you know."

"yes, i do," he hissed through gritted teeth. "they'll never let me live it down."

by the third course, his brave face began to crack. his forehead was glistening with sweat, his cheeks were flushed, and he was on his fourth glass of water. meanwhile, you leaned over with an innocent smile and whispered, "you okay there, gora pakora?"

the nickname nearly made him choke. he gave you a half-hearted glare. "i am never going to hear the end of this, am I?

you had the audacity to smirk, patting his hand. "nope."

after dinner, lando excused himself to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. his reflection told the story: red cheeks, sweat-dampened curls, and an expression that fairly shrieked, "what did I just survive?"

they reached the living room, where family gathered for chai and desserts. mango kulfi brightened up his face. he hoped his battered palate needed some soothing.

you made a place for yourself at the table; your cousin shifted over with an open grin to him.

"so, lando," the cousin started, "heard you race. pretty sure you were racing that curry tonight.

the room erupted in laughter, and lando groaned, burying his face in his hands. “oh, come on. cut me some slack.”

your dad chimed in, holding his tea with a twinkle in his eye. “you’ve got to build up your spice tolerance, beta. start slow, work your way up. like training for a race.”

lando lifted his head, trying for a playful glare. "i'll have you know, i'm very good under pressure. just not this kind of pressure."

"you'll get there," your mom said kindly, passing him a plate of sweets. "here, have some gulab jamun. no spice, promise."

he took a bite and sighed in relief as the sugary syrup melted in his mouth. "finally, something safe."

you leaned closer, grinning. “you’re such a drama queen. it wasn’t that bad.”

he raised an eyebrow. “not that bad? my tongue’s considering retirement.”

by the time everyone left, the family had officially adopted Lando as their favorite comedic punching bag. As lando and you walked to the car, the cool night air providing much-needed relief, he let out a long sigh.

"i could not have taken it sitting down," he said, turning to look at her. "I would have died before that."

"oh god, that was the spiciest meal i've ever had in my life,"

"what about the quadrant hot wings video?" you teased. "besides, your little drama was cute."

he turned and stopped on the sidewalk, staring at you. "cute? cute? i nearly fought my life over there!"

you let out a giggle, grabbing his hand to pull him towards the car. "alright, mere gore pakore, let's go before you start crying again."

he groaned, shaking his head as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “alright, gora pakora’s getting his revenge next week. you’re trying british cuisine.”

you laughed. “deal. good luck finding something with flavor.”

his mock-offended gasp was drowned out by your laughter as thw two of you drove off, the night filled with the sound of your banter—and his not-so-subtle vow to conquer spice one day.

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i hope you like it! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

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[lilgarbitch]

Running In Circles - One

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

CW: Slight angst, slight fluff, anxiety...I think that's all so far

Word count: 6k

Author's note: I’M BACK BITCHES!!! So I changed/ am changing a few things and I hope it doesn’t upset anyone. As much as I loved Tommy, Tony, and Cam, I feel like I could’ve put more effort into their names. So Tommy is now Finn, Tony is now Calum/Cal, and Cam is now Damien. Some dialogue and things have changed as well and I can’t say I’m extremely happy with the way I wrote this chapter, but I didn’t want to change too much. Still, I hope you’re as excited as I am ;)

Y/N

I sit hunched over, elbows resting on my knees as my leg rapidly bounced up and down. My chin rested on my fist, with a stressed scowl covering my face as I sat in the lounge of our tour bus. I realize I’m shaking my whole body by bouncing but I truly don’t care. It eased the racing thoughts of the show we’re about to play. The first show of our new tour.

Finn walks into the lounge and gives me a slightly pained pitying look. I try to sit up and let his presence distract me from the stress, waiting for him to say something, but it just takes over my body once again and I fall back against my seat with a loud huff and shut my eyes. 

“I know you always get nervous shows, but…Hun..” he sends a small pout my way, “you look like you haven’t slept. You’ve been dreaming of us touring with someone big for so long…But it almost looks like you’re regretting it.” Finn looks at me with pity filled eyes. 

I let out a long exhale, rubbing my hands against my fishnet-covered thighs, trying to soothe myself. 

“I am excited, trust me. I-” I pause to squeeze my eyes shut and try to push the stress away again. I try to give him a smile, hoping to look nervous rather than unbelievably stressed. “I just… can’t wrap my head around it…especially who we’re touring with.” 

He gives me a look telling me that he doesn’t believe me and is slightly confused. I had never fully explained myself to Finn. He knows nothing about what’s truly been on my mind for the past few years. He doesn’t know who I write about in my lyrics. And there’s a reason for it. It’s utterly embarrassing and confusing for me to say any of it out loud. 

I wave him off with a small ‘it’s nothing’ before getting up and pacing around the tour bus. We were about a half hour away from the venue for the first show. I look at myself in the mirror and run back to my bag, deciding to change my outfit once more. I just want to feel good enough for first impressions with the band, so I can’t have myself thinking too much about my appearance. I look through my bag, look down at myself, then back at my bag. I grab my phone and check the weather before picking out a few pieces of clothing and walking back to the seating area, Cal now sitting with Finn. 

“Is Damien still sleeping?” I ask, my mind getting sidetracked, seeing all my bandmates but my drummer. 

“No, he’s in the back on his phone. Said something about needing quiet, as if he isn’t the one causing the noise most of the time” Cal replies with a snort, staring out the window at the passing scenery. I give him a nod before remembering what I was holding. 

“Okay, so. It’s going to be a little chilly out today, but I’m sticking to my skort and fishnets. Do I wear my sweater-” I say holding up my oversized knitted sweater, “Or my lace top with a cardigan?” I proceed to hold that pairing up. Cal turns to me and eyes both choices and you can almost see the gears turning in his head as he visualizes what both outfits would look like, causing a small humorous smirk to form on my face. 

I glance towards Finn and he’s tapping a finger against his chin, before replying, “The sweater would be warmer, yeah?” and I give him a small shrug. “That one, then.” 

“Dude, I’m asking which would look cuter, not which I would survive better in,” I laugh. I love my band. I can fully say that I view everyone in the group as my family. My brothers. But it has reached a point where I am purely treated as a little sister and not their lead singer. 

I turn back to Cal as he’s still deep in thought, but he finally spoke. 

“I agree. But only because the lace top with the fishnets may clash, and the sweater still lets your neck tattoos show,” he answers as if I gave him a pop quiz. I roll my eyes with a smile before turning around and heading to change. I look at my outfit after, and agree with Cal. The short skort shows off my leg tattoos which I hate covering up, and the sweater covers enough to keep me warm, but shows off the cybersigilism tattoo on the front of my throat, the barbed wire on my left collar bone as it hangs down on that shoulder. The sleeves are a little too long, so I rolled them up enough so they aren’t going to get in the way, and so they show off the detailed skull on my left hand and the more cybersigilism print flowing onto my right. 

I give myself a final look over in the mirror, take account of if I’m comfortable enough, and if there’s anything I’m going to think too much about out of insecurity. Giving a small smile to myself in my reflection, I leave the bathroom and walk towards the front. 

“ETA 5 MINUTES” Damien shouted from behind me, both scaring me and bringing the dreaded stress and fear back into my body. I let out a small shriek and he laughs out an apology, patting my back as he passes me and goes to sit with the rest of the boys. With a long exhale, I sit down with them all as we pull down a dirt road and head towards the bus park. We have 3 hours until doors even open, so I let out a sigh of relief when I see no other buses around as our bus halts to a stop. Maybe I can eye this place out and find a good place to relax (aka finding good hiding spots to get away from everyone when things get too much.) 

I feel a small pat on my shoulder, waking me from my daze as the boys get up and start heading out of the bus. I stand and follow, trying my hardest to calm my nerves. If this was a situation where I was just a fangirl about to perform with her favorite band, this would be so much easier. But it’s so much more. 

We all step about and stretch our legs, finally feeling solid ground after hours and hours on a tour bus. Feeling better, I head off towards the venue, stopping as I notice something in the distance, towards the front of the venue. A group of people forming, causing a wave of confidence to rush over me. Even though I know most are here for Bad Omens, they’re here early. Meaning they still want to see our band, whether they know anything about us or are just open to new music. I let out a deep exhale. Maybe I can do this. I walk further until I’m heading in through the back doors. I eye up the green rooms and backstage. I search out all available bathrooms because it’s always good to know. And then I walk towards the actual stage, seeing where I will be performing today. I mentally start mapping out where everything will go and watching our show perform perfectly in my mind as a way of bringing some sense of comfort and stability to this stressful day.

Suddenly, I heard doors opening and footsteps behind me, making me jump, but when I turned around, I was thankful it was just the boys and our crew carrying our things in. I grab my custom mic stand, that I just had to splurge on for this tour because I for some reason thought it would help with my whole imposter syndrome feeling of this whole thing, and walk with everyone onto the stage and help set up what I can. We thankfully have a large enough crew now that we had gotten bigger, so the boys and I are eventually able to walk away and scope out the area more. 

Once we finally felt settled in enough, knowing where everything we need is, we stepped outside for some fresh air and to let off some pent-up stress and emotions that we didn’t need on stage. 

A few feet from me, Finn and Cal are chatting about whatever the hell guitarists talk about, occasionally letting out their practice vocals, as they’re my backup vocalists for a few parts of songs, while Damien and I are doing an odd preshow ritual that we started way back when. I’m doing my vocal exercise, making sure my screams and growls are up to par for today, while also making sure I can hit my clean vocals well, with Damien letting me know if anything sounds too harsh. And while I do all of this, I have my hands extended out, palms up, with Damien beating on them lightly with a pair of drumsticks. It looks and sounds insane, but it’s a good exercise for both of us, as we need to be able to do our own thing while listening to the other to make sure we work together, but also so we don’t get distracted by external noise. 

We get so stuck in our own zone that we, or I guess mostly I, don’t even notice the other tour bus pull up close to ours. Damien stops beating on my hands, bringing me back to reality as I look up at him. I follow his eyes and land on the new bus in the lot. I instantly feel my heart and stomach drop down to my ass. My breathing stops as I see a few heads starting to file out of the bus. They don’t immediately see us, but when they do, they send a wave and a smile. 

At first, I only see long, slightly messy hair, instantly recognizing it as Jolly, Mr. Joakim Karlsson himself. Finn and I have talked about him a lot, just pure adoration of how he plays. Finn has even become good friends with him over the last few year, even helping us get this spot on the tour. Then I see one of the Nicks. Nick Folio, the drummer, causing Damien to instantly leave my side and immediately use his gift of being an extrovert to walk up and start chatting with him. Next to him was the other Nick, Nick Ruffilo, their bassist, who had the sweetest smile on his face as he waved to all of us, and I just couldn’t help but mirror his actions. 

But now, the stress was fully hitting me. It hit me that the only way I could get through today and even the rest of the tour was to do what I do best. Put on a complete front when stressed. It was what I’ve always done when I was in uncomfortable situations. Even in childhood, I could pretend to be someone who was completely not myself, just so no one would see what I was truly feeling. I know it’s going to throw my bandmates off guard, but they’ll catch on.  Unless I want to look like a maniac to the new group, I can’t let my true feelings show. 

As I was planning out in my head my plan, thinking of ways to make it foolproof, the man of the day stepped off the bus. With hair like Levi Ackerman, looking beautifully styled even though you could tell the only thing he’s done was run his hands through it. With his arm and throat tattoos on full display as if I were walking around a goddamn art piece. He looked ethereal. To me, at least. I now realized that I had once again fully stopped breathing and my heart was beating out of my chest. Before Noah could even glance my way, I slowly backed up toward Finn, letting him know that I was going to be right back, trying my hardest to sound okay and not cause any concern. With that, I sneakily slipped past him, praying that no one saw how suspicious it looked, and sped walked back towards the venue, to a bathroom as far out of reach as possible.

I walked in and locked the door behind me. My breath started picking up and I immediately did everything I could to stop a panic attack from fronting. I ran my hands under cold water, trying to shock my body back to reality. I did my breathing exercises. I did everything I could. But the second I glanced at myself in the mirror, it was as if I allowed my brain to go back in time. 

I couldn’t be happier right now. Finn and I were walking around a metal festival. I had just forced him to watch Erra’s set with me and now he was taking me to see a band he thought I’d like. He was excited to show them to me and I was just happy to be here, seeing bands I love and seeing new artists that I would absolutely be adding to playlists tonight. We stopped and stood in a spot where we thought would be perfect. There were a few people in front of us, but we were close enough to the barricade and stage that we could see the whole show perfectly. 

While we waited for their set to start, Finn and I chatted about the bands we had seen that day. We both mentioned a few we enjoyed that we never heard before, then talked about how some bands put on performances that we either loved or thought could have been a lot better. We even threw some ideas back and forth of what we saw and heard that could be implemented into our own shows. We were just joking, giggling, and having the best time. It was a little sad that we had to wait until the next day of the festival for Cal and Damien to join us, but I truly enjoyed spending today with just Finn, as I definitely felt closest to him out of all of them, knowing him a lot longer than the others.

We were talking about the lineup for tomorrow and what bands we wanted to see and who we wanted to show to Cal and Damien. I was mid-sentence when I heard people beginning to cheer around us, which brought a giant smile to my face, out of complete and utter love for the environment at concerts, and then to glance up at the stage, trying to see who had stepped out. It was the drummer. He was cute. He flashed the crowd a sweet smile, waving at everyone, before sitting behind his drum set. Then came the guitarist and bassist. I eyed all three up and down, a little shocked at how attractive everyone was, but knowing Finn, it made a lot of sense as to why he wanted to be so close to the stage. 

The three of them got everything ready, and I was about to turn to Finn to mention how hot they all looked when the voice in my throat died and my body stiffened as the lead singer walked on stage. No words could explain the feeling that overwhelmed my body as I saw that confident, long-haired man stand right before me. 

He started addressing the crowd, hyping everyone up, including Finn, but I didn't hear a single word he said. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t regain control over my body. I did my best to shake out the stiffness, trying my hardest to look like a normal person in the crowd, but there was nothing I could do to get my brain to start working again. 

I watched as he moved around the stage. I could see the love that he had for performing. But absolutely nothing could knock me out of the daze I was in. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. The emotions were so foreign. I completely forgot where I was after a while. The only thing my brain allowed me to focus on was him. Everything about him. I felt like an owl, using all my senses to focus on every single thing he did. I knew I probably looked like a madman, or at least I felt like one, but there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop myself. 

After some time, probably a few songs, he was closer to the crowd, looking through it as he sang, and we locked eyes for a moment. But it almost seemed like he did a double take, before forcing himself to go back to serenading the whole crowd after a few moments. It was most definitely because I looked utterly insane, but in that moment, I didn’t care. The feeling that shot through my body when we did make eye contact was like nothing I had ever felt before. 

Time moved by at such a weird pace in my daze, so before I knew it, the set was over and he was thanking the crowd and the festival for having them. As he bowed and was about to leave the stage, our eyes locked again, and a shiver was sent through my body. I saw him blink a few times before sending a final wave to the crowd and walking off stage. 

The second he was no longer in my line of sight, reality finally came back to me. I blinked a few times and let out a deep breath as if I had been holding it the entire time. Finn started talking and caught my attention, so I turned to him as if nothing happened. 

“So… what’d you think?’ he asked, nudging my arm with a smirk. I gave him the best fake smile I could before replying, “Oh, that was amazing. Why didn’t you warn me about how hot everyone was?” which caused him to let out a chuckle.

“I figured it would be a good surprise.” he shrugged out as we walked away from the stage and towards the next set. My mind was racing a mile a minute but I tried my best to keep my composure as we continued to talk.

“So, who was your favorite?” Finn randomly asked as we stood at a different stage, waiting for Of Mice and Men to start. 

“Uhh..” I trailed off, not wanting him to know I already had an answer. 

“It was Noah, wasn’t it.” he cut me off with a smirk. 

“Was that the-” 

“The singer? Yeah. I could totally see the heart eyes you got when I saw him look at you.” he laughed out, causing my face to redden. All I could do in response was nod. I mean, it’s a simple crush, wasn’t it? We all fall for random artists, so there’s no reason for me to feel weird about it. As long as I completely ignore the fact that what I just felt was nothing close to what I felt when I used to fangirl over boybands in middle school. 

A year later

‘This isn’t a normal crush.’ I kept repeating in my head. I was currently writing lyrics for new songs, trying to find emotions in me to write about, but all I could do was dwell on that feeling I got that day, and the feelings that came after it. 

I look at my paper filled with messy writing, which was surrounded by other papers of the same misfortune, all with the same thought behind it. One talking about losing control to a man who never knew me, another begging to “be his sweet dreams.” My eyes land on another, catching the words, ‘I want to feel your heartbeat on mine,’ causing me to let out a loud groan and fall back into my chair. I rub my hands down my face and let out a dry sob. I was so tired of this. I’ve become a fucking cliche.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Cal with a small sheepish smile on his face. He crouched down next to my chair and looked up at me. 

“Do you need some help?” I know he thinks my frustration is coming from the struggle of writing, and not who I’m writing about, and I’m going to keep it that way. 

“Please. I can’t keep looking at these. And if anyone could help me, it’s going to be the other hopeless romantic in this band.” I answer with a sad chuckle. He nods and motions me to stand up so he can sit at my desk. I do so, sitting in a chair a few feet away and just staring up at the ceiling as I hear him rustle the papers around. 

“Oh for fucks sake, dude, who the hell are you writing about,” he asks, thankfully rhetorically. He knows I never answer, the embarrassment being too much, so I just reply with a tired giggle and let him do what he can to fix this part of my mess. 

I blink a few times, finally back in the bathroom. Reality crashing into me, finally grounding me once again. My hands are cramping as I look down and see that I’ve been gripping the sink so harshly, I don’t know how I didn’t break it. I loosen my grip and stand up straight, shaking off my nerves. I take an actual look at myself in the mirror, fix my makeup with my finger a little, before taking a deep breath and unlocking the door, ready to at least confront today. I can deal with the future later. I run my plan in my head a little, deciding that I can at least pretend to be an extrovert for a little while, just to ease the awkward tension that I know will build if I keep acting this way. 

I walk back through the hallway of the venue, then outside, towards the group of guys who were all chatting, and let out one last exhale of stress before putting on my confident front and joining the rest of them. 

Thankfully, it seems I was gone for barely 10 minutes, as their crew bus wasn’t even here yet and they’re still chatting about interests and how they were happy to finally meet after talking for a few months. I walk close enough that I have now caught the attention of a few of them, and I give them the best confident smile that I can. I walk towards the other band of boys and give them a small wave. 

“You must be Joakim!” I say, him giving me a proud smile for using his real name, and I internally thank myself for pronouncing it correctly. He tells me to just call him ‘Jolly” as I give him a small side hug, feeling comfortable with him since I know that he and Finn have become good friends lately, and I would love to be one as well. I then face to his right. 

“And you must be the Nicks!” I say without trying to under or overdo my enthusiasm. “I am really happy to meet you all. Sorry I haven’t been as chatty over the phone as the others, but preparing for a tour kinda makes me a recluse.” I give them both a sheepish smile as I give my hands a squeeze, trying not to feel too embarrassed about completely ignoring them when the boys would chat with them. They both chuckle and tell me that it was all good since we’d be hanging out now, and that thankfully made me feel better, knowing they were falling for this fake extroverted version of me. 

Now here comes the hard part. I take the deepest breath I could through my nose so they can’t tell how hard this is for me. I take a few steps to their right and meet face-to-face with Noah. I hold my arms behind my back, knowing that my hands are definitely shaking right now, and give him a warm smile. 

“And you must be the famous Noah Sebastian.” I try giving him my warmest smile and a small nod of acknowledgment. His eyes show an emotion I can’t quite understand and his mouth parts slightly before closing and giving me a fake warm smile back. Almost completely mirroring mine. My stomach sours at the sight, fearing that he may already hate me, but maybe he is just nervous and trying to hide it as well. 

“And you must be Y/N.” my breath softly hitches as I hear his deep smooth voice, and it being directed towards me was causing small shivers down my spine. I play it as cool as I can and nod before he continues, now facing my whole band.

“We’re really excited to play with you guys. We’ve actually listened to Praising Deities for a while, even before Thomas and Jolly met. So I was super excited to hear that our teams were able to come together and make this happen. And I truly hope that we all enjoy spending the next few months together and become good friends.” He finishes, giving us all a warm smile, his eyes trailing over all of us, but lingering on me the longest, making my heart race.  

Finn, Calum, and Damien all thank him and continue on with compliments and getting to know the other band, Jolly and the Nicks responding back the same way. But that just left Noah and I alone in our own little worlds. We listened to the others chat about things, occasionally answering if someone asked us something, but we didn’t contribute much. I couldn’t get my mind away from the thought that I was barely a foot away from the man that has been infiltrating my thoughts daily for the past few years. 

At some point, I guess I had dazed off, overthinking everything and just staring down at the ground while everyone chatted. Who knows how long I did this before I felt someone to my left nudge me. I blinked a few times before turning to them, only for my eyes to widen slightly, seeing that it was Noah and that he was closer than ever before. He leans down until his face is near my ear.

“You alright?” He mumbles into my ear with a slight nervous strain, sending shivers down my spine, once again, at how deep his voice got when he was trying to keep quiet. I take a deep breath before giving a half-assed nod. He clears his throat, standing up straight, and then places a hand on my lower back, pushing me out of the crowd of our bandmates. I really didn’t know how to react other than letting my heart start racing again, so I just let him, until we were far enough from them that we could have our own conversation. When he stopped, I looked up at him, slightly confused. 

“I- uh I just figured you needed to get out of there. I was starting to get overwhelmed and saw you staring off in the distance, so I figured you needed a way out of there as well.” He answered my silent question, rubbing his tattooed hand on the back of his neck, almost looking shy. 

“Oh!” I let out a fake airy laugh. “ Yeah, I uh just have a lot on my mind… I was honestly waiting for our manager to come out and tell us to do our soundcheck, just something to get away from the questions. I..uh..it’s been a stressful day, so as much as I’d love to have a good chat with all of you, it’s probably going to have to wait until I’m more settled in with..all of this,” I finish, motioning to the tour busses and venue. He seems to be listening intently when I talk and gives me a small nod when I finished. 

“No, I get it. To be completely honest, I still get anxious on the first show of a tour..” he pauses for a moment, before looking like he had an idea. “Here. You go head inside, I’ll be right back.” He quickly moves towards his tour bus. I shoot him a confused look at his sudden excitement but realized he was already so far away, so I just do what he says and start walking back inside. On my walk in, I continue my deep thinking. How I’m actually really happy that I’m playing off my anxiety toward him super well, and was surprisingly able to have a conversation with him without freaking out. And I was especially thankful that he had more confidence than me, actually starting the conversation. Maybe I can survive this. Maybe I can get over all these weird feelings over the next few months. I mean, having a natural human conversation with him seems to be okay for me, so hopefully my brain will start seeing him as a normal everyday person…right?

Still deep in thought, I make it inside and head towards the backstage area. As I walk, my reflection catches my eye, and I turn and take a good look at myself in the full-length mirror they have in there. “I look sane enough” I quietly tell myself with a nod as I fix my outfit a little before letting out a deep breath, forcing the rest of the stress out of me. I’m glad I put extra thought into my outfit today. I know I’m gonna have days where I’ll just want to put something comfy on to perform, but with first impressions and it being the first day of the tour, I’m pretty proud of my appearance.

Since it was the first day, and I liked my look, I pulled out my phone and took a quick picture (or a few, trying to find the right pose) and then headed towards the couch. I open Instagram and click on the picture I like the most. One where my tattoos show and the lighting was good enough. Then I type, “Day 1 jitters slowly easing away. Can’t wait to see you all out there <3” in the caption, making a face at how that was somehow the best idea for a caption I could come up with, but not really caring and hitting post anyway, after tagging the band’s account. 

Almost instantly, I started getting likes and comments and was about to put my phone away until a few caught my eye. They all mentioned Noah. Some asking weird personal questions, some wanting to see how we were all getting along, and some even asking when a collab was happening, which made me chuckle. Then I saw a few with account names that had either ‘Bad Omens’ or ‘Noah’s’ in them and each had some snarky comment to make. One mentioning how I was probably sleeping around since I was going to be touring with 7 other boys, which I just rolled my eyes at. If it hasn’t happened yet, I doubt I was ever going to do anything like that. I don’t like mixing work and play, and I absolutely would never see any of my boys like that. The thought alone made me grimace. 

But then I thought about it more. I’m going to be spending the next four months with Bad Omens. I’m going to be spending the next four months with Noah. Singing my songs. The songs I wrote..about Noah. Fuck.  And Noah is currently on his way here by himself. We’re going to hang out by ourselves…Why did I let him tell me to wait in here? What happened when speaking to him that I just forgot about the debilitating obsession I got all those years back. Hell, what am I even doing here?

Almost as if on cue, the doors open and I hear a single pair of footsteps walk towards me. My knee began to bounce and I tried my best to hide my attention in my phone as he got closer.

“Hey,” he said softly, not needing to be any louder since it was just me in here. I looked up from my phone and saw that he brought a Nintendo Switch with him. I giggled as the sight brought me out of my mental battle. Such a large, tatted man, looking down at me with excitement as he held a colorful, handheld gaming device. He walked closer to me until he sat down about a foot from me and gave me a smile, which I mirrored back as authentically as I could. 

“Whenever my nerves are getting bad, I always force one of the boys to play with me until soundcheck. So I figured..” he trailed off as he motioned the switch towards me. I let out a small laugh before responding. 

“You know, that might actually help. Are you sure you don’t have anything you have to be doing? I don’t want to be using up your time-” 

“No! I mean… I have a lot of time. You guys still have, what? An hour? before soundcheck, and I can do everything I need during that time’ he rushed out, catching me a little off guard a little, causing me to giggle. 

“Okay. Okay. If you say so.” I laugh out as I reach my hand out. He gives me a smile and places the controller in my hand before setting the body of the switch on the table in front of us. We go back and forth deciding on what game to play and eventually just settle on Mario Kart. 

Finn

The boys and I chatted for a good 20 minutes or so, or what I thought was only 20 minutes, before we realized that Y/N and Noah never came back. I noticed first, then slowly the rest of them did, a few of us sending each other confused glances before Cal mentioned needing to look for them, as we probably had to get ready soon. I agreed and we all started walking back.

We all headed towards the door to the back of the venue, Damien being the one to open it. As soon as we stepped inside, we all heard arguing, causing a few of us to share concerned looks before speed walking towards the voices, leading us to the room backstage. The second we got close enough, we saw Y/N leaning over Noah, trying to knock a tiny switch controller out of his hands, as he was yelling about how she was cheating. 

“WHY’D YOU PICK RAINBOW ROAD FOR YOUR TURN, JACKASS! YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW THE TRACK WELL! SO YOU’RE THE CHEATER!” Y/N yells, still occasionally elbowing Noah’s arm, but his tight grip on the controller and focus on the screen not faltering once. Noah’s laughing more and more every time she tries messing with him. 

“YOU’RE LITERALLY TOUCHING MY CONTROLLER! THAT’S AGAINST THE RULES!” Noah yells back as he starts shouldering her back into her spot. The boys and I just watch in awe as these two argue over a racing game, which I do fully understand, especially since I have played against Y/N before and boy, does she get competitive. I see Y/N catch us in the corner of her eye and she smirks. 

“Noah, the boys are here for you,” she tells him, and the second he glances up at us, she instantly smacks the controller out of his hands, it landing on the thankfully carpeted floor, and she lets out an almost evil cackle. Noah shouts as he loses the controller and immediately reaches for it as fast as he can. He sits back up, fumbling with the controller to get a good hold of it, and goes back to playing, only to let out a ‘WHAT THE FUCK’ which causes her to laugh even harder. 

“I WAS IN SECOND PLACE AND NOW I’M IN TENTH,” Noah shouts towards her before turning towards us. “She is vicious!” he warns us, causing all of us, but mainly Cal, Damien and I to just laugh because if anyone already knew that, it was us. Damien and Ruffilo walk closer to them, standing on each side of them, watching as they finish the race. I can tell by the teasing scowl on Ruffilo’s face and the excitement in Damien’s that Y/N was winning. After a few moments, with Noah and Y/N looking like they were both about to fall out of their seat, Y/N jumps up and Noah falls back as Damien and Y/N cheer and high-five each other. The boys and I all clap for her and she gives an over-the-top bowing performance, before turning to Noah, who’s throwing a fake pity party. This causes her to sit back down and try to ease her laughter. 

“Awe, I’m sorry, Noah,” she says with a fake pout. He lets out a huff in response, causing her to have to stifle a giggle. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the stage manager walking towards us, and I look over to Y/N. The movement catches her eye as well as she glances at us, getting the hint that we need to head for soundcheck. She stands and walks around Noah so he’s looking at her and leans down. 

“I’ll make this up to you next time,” she tells him with a smile as she turns and walks away, Damien following her. As I was about to turn to follow, I managed to catch Noah’s eyes trailing down Y/N’s body, eyeing up her tattoos, and then just her, as she walked away. I had to hold back a snicker as Cal and I walked away from the group and headed on stage.

Part Two

[teho0p]

a night out

sub! seonghwa, a lot of plot sorry guys, mlm, fingers in mouth, gay sex (duh), alcohol mentioned, degradation (not super heavy), fluff, crying, unprotected, fingering, hand job, the whole nine yards, you get the point, I'm pretty sure I have some mistakes here but I'm too lazy to read trough it rn

You, your boyfriend, and the rest of ateez went out to drink. it wasn't a special occasion it was just a random friday, and the guys had the weekend off tomorrow, so most of them wanted to get as drunk as possible before another week of work starts. You, on the other hand, just tagged along, knowing someone had to be sober enough to get them home in one peace.

i sat next to my boyfriend seonghwa, who was downing his 5th glass of soju by now while I was still on my second, not in the mood to get plastered. the table was loud. All the guys were having all sorts of conversations between themselves, plus the music that was playing over the bar speakers. sure it was a lot, but it's kind of what I sighed up for when I started dating seonghwa, so I was in no place to complain. as time passed by, the whole group was extremely drunk, maybe apart from jongho, who seemed to be in the best state among the group, excluding me. seonghwa leaned against my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist his cheeks were a bit flushed, and hair was slightly messy. it was a cute sight for sure. "You okay??" I leaned closer to him, making sure he could hear me as I looked down at him, moving some hair out his face so I could see him better. he hummed a smile on his face, his eyes closed. I couldn't tell if he was falling asleep or was just way too drunk. "Come on, let's get you guys home" I said as I glanced at jongho, who was sitting relatively close and gestured for him to get going and helping me gather everyone. thankfully, he got the cue, and soon enough, everyone was up on their feet, the alcohol and food paid for. half the group went home, and the other half went on their own going to karaoke if I heard correctly. seonghwa chose to stay with me and crash at my apartment for the night, which I didn't mind in the slightest.

the walk to my apartment wasn't long as I lived 10 minutes away, and thankfully, seonghwa wasn't a super crazy drunk, so he was easy to keep in check. halfway through the walk, he stopped and took his phone out, handing it to me. I looked at him confused. "What am I supposed to do??" i asked, waiting for an answer as I watched him fix his hair a bit before he responded "take some photos. I need to post something for atiny." I hummed and nodded, understanding my job as I took some photos for him, hoping they would be boyfriend enough for his fans. "okay that should work" I said handing him his phone back watching as he scrolled through them a pleased look on his face before placing the phone back in his pocket and intertwining our hands together "I like them". the rest of the walk went smoothly, both of us talking and enjoying the company of one another. it wasn't often we got one on one time like this, especially since he was the busy idol he was, so I cherished moments like this.

Once we made it to my apartment, he instantly collapsed on my sofa sprawled out the best to his abilities on the soft surface. I chuckled at the sight and went into the kitchen, getting him a cold glass of water and making a simple sandwich as an attempt to sober him up a bit. I came into the living room placing both on the coffee table as I moved his legs off the sofa taking a seat next to him leaning back against the backrest "drink and eat so your not crazy hungover tomorrow" I said patting his thigh waiting for him to sit up normally and at minimum drink the water. After a bit, he did end up sitting up his hair a big mess, but I didn't comment on it seeing no point in it.

seonghwa finished the glass and ate half the sandwich before calling it done, he sat back against the sofa looking at you, his face still a bit flush from all the alcohol he consumed before. you didn't push it as there was no point. seonghwa leaned against you, wrapping his hands around your waist again as he nuzzled his head into the crock of your neck. your own hands made their way around him, pulling him in closer as you both just cuddled for a bit, enjoying the closeness and the warmth of each others touch. as you both sat there all of a sudden you felt seonghwas lips on your neck. it was sudden and not something you expected, but you weren't too opposed to it. his hands moved from your waist to your chin as he pulled away looking at you with his pretty brown eyes that where now lingering with lust "it's been a while since we've done anything...I'm pent up" he said going straight to the point as he got on top of you sitting down on your lap.

as he sat down on my lap, I placed my hands on his hips, looking up at him a bit unsure as I didn't wanna do anything with him if he was drunk. "Are you sure, baby?? you don't seem sober enough to make decisions like this" I said, moving my hands up and down his sides, wanting a verbal answer from him before we actually did anything. he nodded, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "I'm sober enough, stop worrying Y/n" I was still a bit uncertain, but what's the worst that could happen. I stared up at him, my eyes darting between his lips and his eyes. seonghwa noticed and took action kissing me first. I returned the kiss immediately as I moved my hands to his back, pulling him closer to me. the kiss slowly got more intense as I licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance, which he gave. I dominated the kiss, sitting up a bit as my hands found their way to the hem of his gray jumper. I pulled away from the kiss, pulling the jumper off as I put my lips to work, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck, making sure I left some marks as well. seonghwas hands made their way to my hair, tugging at it as he moaned lightly at the feeling, tilting his head back, giving me more access. I felt the bulge in his pants rub against mine as he was slowly getting more desperate, so I pulled away and changed positions so his back was against the sofa, and I was on top of him. his hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. I returned it but pulled away shortly after as I undid his pants, pulling them down with his boxers. his cock sprung up leaking pre-cum as I stroked him slowly watching his face contort into pleasure moans filling the room from him. I picked up the pace watching him squirm under my touch. I leaned over, capturing his lips into mine, swallowing his moans, knowing it wouldn't take long for him to reach his climax, which I wasn't planning on giving him the pleasure of reaching just yet. Once I felt him buckling his hips up, I pulled away, completely leaving him on the edge. he looked at me a very desperate look on his face. "Why did you pull away? I was so close," he said, wining at the loss of contact. I chuckled. "Not yet, baby. we haven't even gotten to the fun part"

I placed my hand on his chin making him look at me as I tapped his lip with my thumb wanting him to open his mouth which he happily did wrapping a hand around my wrist as I put pointer and middle finger in his mouth his saliva coating the fingers. Once I felt that the fingers were wet enough, I pulled them out, giving him a kiss as I brought the fingers to his hole, inserting them in stretching him, making sure he was somewhat ready for me. seonghwa moaned into the kiss, a hand tangling in my hair as the other one clawed at my back and shoulders as I picked up the pace, making sure to hit his prostate his legs shaking from pleasure. I pulled away from the kiss, listening to him moan and cry. I pulled my fingers out and finally got undressed myself my own cock hard and leaking. I lined myself up with his entrance and slowly entered "fuck your still so tight" I groaned looking at him searching for any sign of discomfort only being met with moans and a desperate look on my boyfriends face "move please, fuck please move" I did as he asked moving slowly earning moans from the both of us his walls clenching around me, his nails digging into my shoulders.

I picked up the pace, his moans, the sound of skin slapping, grunts, and cries filled my living room. "you take my cock so don't you slut?" I say slowing down to keep him on edge my thrusts slow but deep. I saw some tears rolling down his cheeks but it didn't seem to be pain as he nodded agreeing with my words whimpers rolling off his tongue. "y/n please...please go faster.." he pleased his words desperate as more tears rolled down his cheeks. it was obvious he was close. I picked up the pace just as he asked with only a few thrusts "im close!!" he warned. I sped up and he ended up coming undone his cum covering his abdomen as I followed shortly with my own climax coming inside of him.

I pulled out and collapsed next to him, both of us panting and sweaty. I ran a hand trough my hair seonghwa doing the same "that was...very good" I said turning to look at him as he nodded "agreed" I sat up a bit looking at him studying him to see if he was hurt in any way. he knew me well enough to know what I was doing and looking for "I'm not hurt y/n don't worry" he said a smile on his face as I sighed and layed back down wrapping an arm around him pulling his back to my chest spooning him "well clean up tomorrow" I said my words a bit mumbled as I placed my head in the crock of his neck knowing we where both too tired to do anything at the moment.

"I love you, honey" seonghwa said, his voice quiet as he was on the brink of sleeping

"I love you too, baby" I responded both of us, drifting off to sleep happy and content.

[11vein]

Hello! 11vein, this is my first time sending you an ask so I hope I am doing this properly! Anyways—

I want to know what inspired you and everybody else in Team 6x11 to choose to set the story of Qualia Automata in Iraq, out of all the Middle-Eastern countries. Like, I know that Carbon Monoxide on your team is Iraqi, but still, my question remains that why Iraq specifically? I’m not Iraq, but I live in an Arab country and, from my observations of cross-cultural representation, countries like the UAE and Iran and Saudi Arabia, as examples, are usually represented more often in stories set in the Middle East. So I was wondering why you folks chose Iraq as the setting for the story of Qualia Automata, and I’ll be glad to hear how you were inspired to do so as well. Tell me all about what brought the team to the decision. Reply back soon, please!

i wish i could say we had an elaborate reason to make QA's story based out of a futuristic iraq, but it was kinda spontaneous haha. we were deciding the ethnicity of tamari and went with iraqi because some of the members knew someone who was iraqi (carbon monoxide) who we could consult for further ideas. this later led to them being added to the team :) i asked carbon for further input: "while i can't speak for why the team chose to make tamari arab initially, i can say that i haven't seen too many experiences related to my specific ethnicity depicted in media, and it's something i've been wanting to work more towards. iraq occupies an interesting place in american culture, i feel; most americans know of iraq ofc and know of the iraq war, but if u were to ask a random person on the street, they likely wouldn't be able to tell u much about the country outside of that. my family had to escape as war refugees when i was extremely little, but i'd very commonly fly back home to spend long vacations with extended family. i'm very intimately familiar with the effects of war, it was fundamental to my development and my identity as an iraqi person. infrastructure was still ruined from bombs dropping, streets were destroyed or not maintained at all, power would very routinely go out and i vividly remember need to grope around in the dark for flashlights and fighting with my cousins for the limited supply of lamps, and that's all stuff that was YEARS after the actual conflict. not to mention all the generational trauma, the metaphorical and cultural scars that war creates that has ruined people and families.the first-hand accounts of war from the perspectives of my mother and older siblings were extremely harrowing.

when i first moved to america, it shocked me how little people knew about iraq, how deeply-embedded imperialist propaganda was baked within the fibres of american culture. a lot of people i'd met were completely ignorant to this thing that shaped everything about me before i was even born, that blew me away.

qualia automata of course isn't ABOUT the iraq war, it's set years afterwards and it was never meant to really reflect any sort of real-world historical events. but i put a lot of myself and my family into these characters, and just by virtue of me being iraqi and helping write iraqi characters, i've seen war refugees from my country comment on how they relate to what's being represented. fayrouz in particular was the character i had the biggest hand in shaping, and she's someone who's deeply-molded by generational trauma, and the attitudes iraqi women had to adopt in order to survive during such awful times being passed down throughout the years. it's the type of thing only other people with these experiences would be able to immediately point out, but i'm always happy when people do

that and i think it's very useful to just write about iraqi people as, well, people. there's a stigma around arabs especially, but like i said before iraqis occupy a very unique space within american culture, so i think it helps normalize these cultures and experiences by just, having characters exist as they are!"

[islandtarochips]

Arthur’s Note: Talofa everybody! I was having some thoughts about my Black Ops OC, named Koa Nikau. Ever since I was done watching the Black Ops 6 Campaign. I was SO hooked up that I wanted to see if I could add Koa in there somewhere. And I also wanted to thank Khushi for helping me to figure it out. Since she also planned for HER OC entering this Universe! (Her Bell OC of course!) And this shows (SPOILER ALERT) after Adler, Sims and Chase had caught and interrogated Gusev. Since they have the lead that the next location is in Vorkuta. So you guys may enjoy reading this! Thank you! Love ya, peles! 😘💖

“Marshall.”

“Woods?”

“I know that you, Sev and Case will handle this mission. To Vorkuta. But I’m having a bad feeling that Jane has something or someone ELSE up from her fucking sleeves.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I…don’t know but I could feel it in my damn guts. I have someone in mind to help you and the others out. Just for backup.”

“Oh yeah? Who?”

“Heh. You’ll see. I just hope that he’ll agree to assist us.”

“...alright, Woods. I’ll accept this extra help.”

“Don’t worry buddy. He’s an old friend of mine. I’m sure he’ll listen to me.”

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Balmoral Military CampTekapo, New Zealand

The sun was rising high above the plains and the mountains. Where the sun had shone down at the plains were soldiers, jogging their way through the fields with big heavy backpacks on their backs. Sweating like crazy under the heat of the sun. Many of them were running together to reach the end of their destination.

And at the end of the line from that destination. Standing two higher officers. A female Lieutenant, named Rui Hehu, standing next to her boss. As she watched the soldiers running. Looking through her sunglasses. “Te ahua nei kua tino pai ta matou tamaiti koura i te arahi i tana kapa. He pai hoki te wa.” She said in their foreign language. Pointing at the man who was leading the group.

Her boss, who is a Commander, had shown a small smile. Commander Koa ‘Hunter’ Nikau. The man who everyone had heard about his mission that he had fought and succeeded. Had also watched them running in through the finish line through his own sunglasses. And saw one man walking towards the team and giving them high five. “Ae ra.” He said softly.

Soon the two walked over to meet up with the soldiers. Before Koa told the Lieutenant to call out their team.

“SOLDIERS! DROP YOUR BAGS AND FALL IN!” She yelled out to them. Making sure that they could hear her.

Seeing the soldiers pile their bags on one side before running up to form a line across. Standing straight as Koa started to walk over with his hands behind his back. Seeing his soldiers lining up and looking straight ahead. 

He passed by them. One by one, watching them from one eye to another. Seeing them not even glancing at him. Which is good. It goes to show him that they RESPECTED him. And that made him proud.

“Alright, listen up.” The Commander said as he continued to walk past them. “For those who are NEW into this camp. I am Commander Koa Nikau. You will address me as Commander Nikau or sir. I am here to train you to become a better soldier. A GOOD soldier.” He kept walking and started to turn his boots around as he stood straight and stared at them. “If you really want to survive through any battles that hit in front of you. You shall listen to me and pay every single detail of what I’m going to train you for. Is that CLEAR?”

“SIR! YES SIR!”

He smiled a bit before he saw one of the soldiers from afar had run up to his Lieutenant. Seeing them whispering something to her. Her expression seemed serious before she nodded and looked at Koa.

He was quiet for a moment when he looked at her eyes. Then he started to look at his soldiers. “Now, go take your bags and get yourself ready for training. In 20 minutes.”

After he dismissed them, he walked up to the Lieutenant before hearing someone calling up to him.

“Commander! Sir!” A young man called out to him.

Koa turned his head before smiling to see him. “Sergeant Haimona Eruera. How may I help you?”

The Sergeant, who is named Haimona, is one of Koa’s BEST soldiers in the team. He had met him after he came back from his mission from the Safe House. His Colonel had introduced this man to him. And he heard his story about joining the army. It was…the same fate that Koa used to be when he was young. And it gave him the heart to have this Sergeant under his wings.

Haimona saluted the Commander before responding. “If I may ask, sir. Do you think I could join you on the next mission?”

His eyebrows went up after hearing that. “Oh…uh…I don’t know, Sergeant. I don’t think you’re-”

“Sir, please.” The Sergeant said as he lowered his arm down. “I have been training for YEARS ever since you brought me under your wings. Which I do appreciate. But I want to prove more and expand my skills.” He respectfully asked his Commander to give him a chance. He heard about his mission from the Safe House and it inspired him so much that he wanted to be trained under him. And even wanted to go on a dangerous mission with him too.

Koa looked Haimona in the eyes. Seeing his eyes fills with determination and he could tell he has no fear to show. That is the kind of soldier that he’s looking for but…there are some missions that Koa went that he doesn’t want this boy to see. Not even wanting him to find out what he was actually doing in the safe house. Some images started to flash into his mind. Remembering some of those old friends of his and some foes as well.

“Haimona…I appreciate your enthusiasm but you’re not ready to go with me. Not yet.”

“But sir-”

“That is final, Sergeant.”

“I know that I’m-”

“SERGEANT.” Rui raised her voice at Haimona while giving him that serious look. “Listen to your Commander. If he said you’re not ready. Then you’re NOT ready. How about you lead the training for him? He has an important phone call with someone.”

Koa turned his gaze at Rui when she mentioned someone calling for him.

Is that what the soldier was telling her? Someone was calling for him? But who?

“Sir, they’re waiting.” The woman said to her boss.

Koa nodded at her before looking back at the Sergeant. “Make sure to go over the stretching routine and start. Alright?” He gently patted his shoulder and left with the Lieutenant and the other soldier.

Haimona watched them leave as he sighed and felt disappointed. But just did as he was ordered to do while being a bit upset.

Koa and Rui were walking side by side with the soldier walking next to the Commander.

“Who are they?” He asked while glancing at the soldier.

“H-He won’t even say his name unless it’s YOU, Commander.”

“He? Sounds suspicious. Don’t you think so?” Rui said as she gave that look of suspicion. Doesn’t even trust this man that the soldier had mentioned. “Do you really want to take this call? I can take over?”

“No. I got this. And I’ll talk with this man, Lieutenant.”

“You’re the boss, sir. I’ll wait out here for a bit while taking a smoke.”

“Thank you. And don’t smoke too much.”

Soon the three had made their way to a small cabin where their communication lines were stored. To contact other bases in New Zealand and in the state. 

The soldier opened the door for Koa and walked right through. While Rui stayed outside and lit up her cigarette. The sound of their boots on the ground had echoed around the hallway and hearing the door closed. He started to follow the trooper up to a machine with the phone handset on the side.

Koa started to sit down and grabbed it before nodding to the soldier to make the contact.

They nodded back at him before pressing some of the buttons. “All set. Contacting him now.”

He waited as he heard the phone start to ring. And once it stopped ringing, someone on the other line answered. So he put the phone against his ear. “Hello?”

“Koa? Is that you?”

The Commander paused for a moment once hearing that familiar voice. He tries to recognize so he continues to interrogate this person. “Who is this? How do you know my name?” Then he started to hear laughter on the other end of the line. A laugh that Koa had remembered from somewhere.

“Hahaha! I thought you might recognize my voice, you old Gorilla!”

That nickname ‘Gorilla’ had gotten his attention as he remembered only ONE person called him that. “Woods?”

“The one and only! And also still breathing!”

Koa started to sigh in relief before laughing a bit. “WOODS! Hahaha! How are you my friend?”

Frank still laughed along with the old friend as he started to clear his throat. “Still living and serving the country, buddy. How about you? How was your end?”

“Things are going good now. Taking care of my own team that I’ve been training with.”

“Oh right. I heard that you’re a COMMANDER now?”

“Yup.”

Frank chuckled softly. “Well, congrats. I should salute you when I see you.” He could hear Koa laughing softly on the other line. Which made him smile a bit. “Hey, Koa? Are you alone?”

Koa looked at the soldier who was standing only inches away from him. He nodded at them to let them know that they were dismissed. They nodded and marched their way out. And once Koa saw the door slowly shut. He went back on talking on the phone. “I am now. What’s wrong?”

Frank sighs softly as he tries to find some words that won’t get on Koa’s nerves. “Listen, I…I know you said to us before you left. To NEVER contact you. But…we really need your help.”

The Commander felt silenced for a moment when Frank had mentioned that. About him telling his ex-team to never contact him before he left that Safe House. He still remembers that anger inside of him when he found out about what Adler had done. Something that he did was UNFORGIVABLE and he would never want to be part of that.

Back at the safe house in 1981. The day after saving the United States from being blown up. That was under the attack of that Soviet Spy named Perseus. It was a winning victory for them since they had found out where Perseus had hid those missiles. And it’s all thanks to that one person who had helped them along the way. The person that Koa had called a close friend or make that…sibling.

But it was already too late as soon as he finally realized what happened to them. Of what Adler had done. It angered him but also saddened. So much trust that person had given to Koa. Has been shattered into millions of pieces.

He couldn’t take this pain and anger much longer. So he quit working at the safe house and came back to the Army. He also told them to NEVER contact him. For he doesn't want to do their dirty work any more.

But here he is. On the phone with an old friend who actually called him for help. 

“......does it have to do with Adler?”

And now it’s Frank’s turn to be silenced when Koa asked him that. The bearded man knows that he and Adler’s relationship wasn’t on good terms ever since that day. So he tried to answer his question CAREFULLY. “Yes. But we’re working together to stop someone before the whole state gets into a fucking WAR or WORSE!”

Koa started to listen to Frank about their mission of trying to stop this group called the Pantheons. For they are going to Vorkuta to collect an object called the Cradler.

“Vorkuta? That’s…pretty far away for me to go to.”

“I know. And that’s why I have to give you an early call. Hoping that you will take an early flight there. The team is setting up and leaving in an hour.”

“Okay. But I don’t get why you forget that I mention NEVER call me when it comes to those CIA bullshits missions. Even with Adler. What’s wrong with your team you have now?”

Frank sighed as he tried to explain. “They might need Manpower for this one in case the mission goes south.”

“What about Sims or Park?”

“Park is busy working with the SAS in Iraq at the moment. She’s not available. Even for Captain Sims who is in Kuwait. In the battle right now.”

“Wait…CAPTAIN Sims? Huh. I thought that he’s going to be more of a tech guy or something.” Koa smiled a bit to hear Frank laughed lightly from the line.

“Nah. He’s actually looking forward to being on the battlefield, Koa. And you may have inspired him to take the step out of the CIA ground. Hehehe.”

“Good for him. But what about Mason? Isn’t he there with you?” Koa then heard a long deep silence from the line. Not even one minute, Frank didn’t respond. Something was wrong. “Woods? Woods you there?”

“U-Uh- Sorry. I um…kinda lost track there.”

After hearing Franks’ unsteady response. Koa knew something was up when he brought up Mason. “Frank? What happened to Mason?”

Another full on silenced from the old tired soldier. Koa can hear him sighed as he could tell that he was rubbing his face on the other side.

“Mason and Hudson…they’re…they’re both KIA.”

This news had suddenly given the Commander a shocking expression. His eyes went wide as he could feel the world around him paused. “W-What? How, Frank?”

Woods had sadly started to explain the mission that he went to. Along with Mason and Hudson. To stop the man named Raul Menendez from pulling up a war that will destroy the world. They were supposed to take him ALIVE but because of Frank’s selfish act. It had causes Menendenz’s anger fueled more after of what he had done to the sister.

Koa kept listening and nodding at every sentence that his poor friend had gone through. It even made him feel pity towards Woods when he explained further.

He started to tell Koa that last mission he went with Mason to kill Menendez once and for all. Had backfired them. One of the men who was Menendez arm’s dealer had tricked Frank. Instead of shooting their main target dead. He shot Mason instead. Koa could feel Frank’s anger and sadness. He could also feel the guilt was rising up from the other line.

“Woods?”

“I should’ve known that the two-time face son of a bitch would trick us!”

“But you didn’t know.”

“Well I should HAVE! Mason was DEAD because of me! Not only that, he also captured his SON with him! And Hudson was there! And you know what happened to HIM?”

“Woods-”

“He got fucking SHOT! Right in front of my fucking FACE! And Dave…the kid…he just saw his dead dad laying there…”

Koa kept being silenced as he waited for Frank to calm down. But then he could hear a sniffle from the line. Is he…CRYING?

“The kid…he shouldn't have seen his own father dead laying there…he was too young to see all of that…”

Those sentences that Frank had said. Had gotten him by surprise. He never knew that Mason had a son. And after hearing that from Frank about the young boy seeing his own father laying dead on the ground. Reminded him of the memories that he used to experience. But it was the opposite. “...how old was that kid? When…When Mason passed?”

“...he was only 7.”

Koa took a deep breath through his nose as he closed his eyes. Feeling that small sharp pain in his chest as he felt so hurt. As a father himself. He couldn’t imagine if his own children would experience that kind of tragedy at that kind of age. Mason’s son was a young boy at that age. Witnessing his own father’s death that is right in front of him. It must’ve traumatized him.

“He’s in a safe place though. Hopefully Menendez won't get to him again.”

“That’s good.” Koa said as he slowly opened his eyes. Just staring at the machines that were working on the phone that he was on.

Soon the two were silenced. For it feels like an eternity between them. But Frank had finally broken that silence as he started to speak.

“Listen, Koa. I’m not telling you this to change your mind. And I know it won’t if it involves Adler. But…we really need your help. I need your help. You are the only person that I know who has the guts and strength to take these motherfuckers DOWN.”

Koa was still in his silenced area as he thought about it. Before he took something out of his pocket. And it shows it was a photo. A photo of a teenage girl with that brightest smile that he could ever see.

His daughter.

He kept looking at the photo while rubbing his thumb over it while Frank was still talking.

“So please. Koa. Can you help us?”

The Commander kept looking at the photo as if in his heart. He knows what to do. “I’ll bring my team to assist me to deal with these Pantheons.”

“Okay okay. Listen, I- Wait what? Really?” Frank was caught off guard after hearing Koa’s answer. “Are you fucking with me right now? Like, you’re actually agreeing to do this? No jokes or serious lectures about that?”

The Commander made a smirk on his lips when he heard Frank’s reaction. “No. I’m not fucking with you, Frank. I’m MARRIED.” He felt pretty pleased to hear him laughing at his humor.

“Hahaha! I KNOW you’re married, you sick bastard! You know what I’m talking about!”

“Yes yes. I know what you are talking about. And yes, I am serious about agreeing to this mission Frank. I’ll be getting my men right away.”

“Hehehe…thank you, Koa. I owe you one.”

Koa softly smiled after hearing that. “No need, Woods. I’m doing this for Mason’s sake. And Hudson. Even though I hate that bald headed bastard as well.”

Frank laughed again but a bit more loudly. “Ha! Yeah, I understand that. And uh…Koa?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sure your dad is really proud of you. And your kid too.”

Those words had suddenly touched his heart as he chuckled softly. “Thank you, Frank. Now, I’ll go and get my boys. And we’ll be there in 22 hours. Will that be a problem?”

“Nope! Not at all! It’ll take a few hours for us to get there. So we’ll see you soon.”

“Alright then, see you there.” As soon as Koa hung up, he took a good look at the photo and smiled softly. “Ka hoki pai au ki te kainga, e tama.” He said in a soft voice before standing up and leaving the room. He opened the door and stepped outside before seeing his Lieutenant just finished smoking her cigarette as she flicked the leftover down to the ground.

“So, who was it?” Rui asked as she stepped on the butt of the cigarette. And looked at her boss while crossing her arms.

“An old friend. He’s asking for help so I accepted. Get our team ready. We’re heading to Vorkuta.” Koa said before starting to walk off. “I’m gonna get our ride.”

Rui’s eyebrows rose when she heard that. Quickly following Koa. She started to feel uneasy about that area. “Vorkuta? As in VORKUTA in RUSSIA?”

“Yes.”

“Sir. I didn’t mean to sound rude or anything about your friend’s request. But isn’t it a bit dangerous for our comrades to participate in this mission? To THAT place?”

“The new recruits will stay. But the one who I trained for. I know they are ready.”

“Even Sergeant Eruera?”

That had made Koa stop as he just remembered about that Sergeant.

Rui could see him hesitated as she sighed. “Sergeant Eruera came in the SAME time and day as the rest of those recruits. Ever since you’ve created this team, sir. And if you say that he’s not ready, then the team is not ready.” She stood firm as she continued reasoning with the Commander. “I’m not saying that they CAN’T do it. All I’m saying is that they are still learning how to defeat the toughest enemies. And THESE enemies that you are sending are much tougher AND stronger than the one that we have faced before.”

Koa slowly looked down to the ground as he listened to the Lieutenant��s words.

She was right. The men that he had trained only knew a few ways of fighting the enemies. And this mission that he’s going to. Is MUCH bigger than what they have experienced. He closed his eyes as he started to think for a few minutes.

“Sir?”

Koa opened his eyes again before glancing at the Lieutenant. Who was showing a concerning look.

“Listen, I never doubted your decisions when it comes to battle. But I also don’t want you to come back with regrets.” Rui said as she kept looking at her boss. Hoping he understands what's going to happen over there. “You have sacrificed SO much ever since you’ve come back from that mission in the state. It really hurts me to see you like that, Koa.”

The Commander sighed as he hated to feel like someone else was right. “I know, Rui. I know the consequences if we ever step into that area. But my friend was asking for help. And I want to help him. And I will make sure that our men will come back in ONE piece. I promise you that.”

Rui shook her head a bit after hearing that answer but smiled a bit. “You truly are a stubborn one, Nikau. And I admired that.”

Koa smiled back at her as he nodded. “Thank you, Hehu.”

“Alright then, I’ll get the boys and explain everything to them but I’m coming as well. Don’t you dare think that I want to miss these fun activities.”

Koa smiled to hear the Lieutenant wanting to join in the fun. “No doubt. I’ll meet you and the others at the plane area in 10 minutes.”

She saluted him and nodded. “Sir yes sir!” Then started to walk off to get their recruits.

While Koa went in the opposite direction, heading towards the building where the planes were at. As he started to think about his decisions.

Will they make it out alive or will they die in that area just to help a friend?

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Listen y'all more content about my husband okay 👌

You are a queen-

Jaegyeon na is in love with us-

You had just gotten out of a hellish meeting and were exhausted. As you stepped outside, someone shouted your name.

"{NAME}!!!"

You turned to look and saw none other than the King of Incheon, Jaegyeon Na. He quickly straightened up from where he had been leaning against his car—almost losing his balance in the process—before rushing over to you.

"Hey, {Name}, I just—"

He sounded unsure of himself, as if hoping that would be enough for you. "This isn't even Incheon. When did you get here?" But no- you still had more questions.

You cut him off with a raised hand, and he lifts an eyebrow in surprise. "Jaegyeon Na, what are you doing here? It's nearly midnight. And this isn't even Incheon," you question, exhaustion evident in your voice. Jaegyeon stares off into space, seemingly searching for an answer.

"I... I wanted to make sure you made it home okay?" he finally says, his tone laced with hesitation.

You blinked before letting out a tired sigh and walking past him "I'm not in the mood. Just leave me be—" You tried to end the conversation, but Jaegyeon Na simply couldn't understand why you didn’t want to talk to him.

"Hey, come on, let me give you a ride," he said, grabbing your shoulder and casually dangling his car keys. You had plenty of reasons to refuse.

One, it was Jaegyeon Na.

Two, he drove like a madman.

And three... it was Jaegyeon Na.

"No—I'll just take the bus—" Before you could finish, he cut you off. "Buses already stopped running at this hour—I checked." You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him, annoyance and exhaustion written all over your face. Welp, there went that plan. And with your apartment too far to walk to, you were officially out of options.

"Look, I appreciate the offer, but I'll find another way home, okay? Now, please leave—"

You tried to let him down gently, but come on. It’s Jaegyeon Na. "Come on, don’t be like that," he said with a smirk, twirling his keys. "Let’s just go for a little joyride. It's way better to be in my car than walking, don’t you think?"

You were exhausted and didn’t have the energy for this back-and-forth anymore. "Fine. I'll take the stupid ride. But only to my place and nowhere else, got it?" Jaegyeon Na nodded eagerly, practically vibrating with excitement.

You hope that you won't come to regret this later

-

You have so so much regret

Not only had Jaegyeon been driving like a madman on laced sugar, but he had also passed your apartment three times now. "Jaegyeon Na, what the hell is wrong with you?" you snapped, glaring at him.

Still focused on the road—or at least, you hoped he was—he turned to you with a confused expression. "What do you mean?"

This man was definitely born to be a blond.

"What I mean is that you drive like a madman on crack and have passed my apartment complex three times now," you said, your tone dead serious.

For a moment, there was silence—then Jaegyeon burst out laughing. "What’s so damn funny?" you snapped, now more annoyed than exhausted. At this point, fatigue had completely left your body, replaced by pure frustration.

Among all his laugher you notice his cute smile- wtf? What...what are you thinking? You hate this man- right? OF COURSE-

"I know how handsome I am but don't stare too hard. Might start day dreaming." You snapped out of your thoughts to see jaegyeon still driving but his eyes on you. "What hell?- EYES on the raod, you moron!" You yell and hear him chuckle.

"OH but you can stare at me?" He replied back with a smirk on his face. You were floored- he isn't even that good looking! N-nope- just some basic blond-

"I wasn't staring! Or day dreaming!" You could hear Jaegyeon na chuchle as he pulled into your apartment's parking garage. FINALLY! You angrily gather your things as jaegyeon na gets out of the car and walks over to the passenger side.

Opening the car door with a smug smirk. "Hope you enjoy our little joyride together, let's do it." You angrily told him to go fuck himself- you most certainly did NOT enjoy the car ride with that sexy blond- NO-

As you angrily get onto the elevator you see jaegyeon na about to get in his fancy car, he looks and you and winks with a smirk before getting in and than the elevator door close-

That prick!

Once you get into your apartment you see a message you got a from a random number. When you look, it's two words.

Joy ride.

[urauntiefaye]

Hi Faye, first of all I would like to thank you for writing such entertaining content. I am also glad that you are very active lately🥺. Don't forget to take care of your health and stay happy (SMOOCHIIEEE FOR YOUUU😚😚😚😚).

You know faye, I thought of this after watching Teamies new year content where harua acted arrogant towards Taki (Oh I'm waiting for his acting debut).

Harua is the student council president who is known to be fierce but also a bit arrogant. Many students respect him because of his position. I imagine you're a girl who often causes trouble at school, making Harua a little fed up with you. Without him knowing, you have deeper feelings for him, you often look for trouble to get his attention. Imagine when you are jealous of a flirtatious girl who can be close to him. Because of your emotions, you hit the girl until she passed out (fainted), which of course made Harua very angry because of your actions. But when he yelled at you for your behavior, you just kept quiet and didn't answer him, but your gaze was so sad. "I also want your attention, haru," You said that when he stopped yelling at you.

Oh I hope this can be a bit of smut content hehe 😳

Student Body President!Harua x Trouble Maker Reader🔞❤️‍🩹

WC: 1816 

TW: Smut, Angst, slight fingering, unprotected sex but no cuming inside, Penetration, violence, not proof read, let me know if I forgot anything! 

A/N: Smoochies back bebes 😘😘😘, and yes I don’t know why but seeing Harua and Taki in that video DID things to me 

Attention. That’s all you wanted, just some form of attention no matter what kind it was. Being in a household where you didn’t get any led you to be like that, always just casted off to the side. Acting out was the only way you knew to get it, and Harua was the main person who always offered it to you. Even if it’s him lecturing you, you grew addicted to it, because finally someone was paying attention to you. Finally someone was acknowledging your existence, it also didn’t help that you had a crush on him since the beginning of the school year. Because of this you started to act out even more. Always skipping class, cheating on homework and tests, even starting fights with others just to keep his eyes on you. 

Seeing him focus on other girls, and then taking him away made you furious which oftentimes led you to doing even worse things just to get it back. But you tried to hold back as best as you could, but you just couldn’t. You finally had someone in your life who had noticed you, and you couldn’t let that go, you can’t let that because if you did you would once again be alone. And it was hard considering not only was he the student council president but he was also super popular in school. Even having his own fanclub that followed him everywhere he went. It was like a constant battle over his attention. You soon grew tired of it, everything you tried isn't working anymore. Noticing how he was slowly losing interest and stopped paying attention to you. It created a whirlwind of emotions entering a dark territory and panicking over it.

You tried to talk to your parents last night about it but they just shoo’d you away and said they were too busy for you. And that they can’t be bothered with such things. With your emotions already at an all time high because of last night with your parents. Walking into that class the next day was your final straw, you had officially snapped. Some random girl who was a part of his fanclub was next to him. Not just that but she was really close to him, her hand on Harua’s shoulder, twirling her hair with a stupid fucking smile on her face, batting her way to big false eyelashes. And the fact that he was just letting her do it, as if he was enjoying it. 

Seeing nothing but red you made your way towards them, Harua turning around to see you and calling out your name. But you didn’t hear, raising your fist and grabbing the girl by her shirt's collar. Slamming your hand down, knuckles making contact with her cheek bone, the girl screamed out in pain. Everyone in the class witnessed the scene in pure shock, Harua screaming your name out telling you to stop. But you couldn’t stop, your body was on autopilot, pinning her to the ground and just wailing on her until Harua had pulled you off. Grabbing your wrist and pulling you off, even pushing you even further away causing you to slam into a few desks. He crouched down to the girl, pulling her close to him as she was barely even conscious. 

He whipped his head around, staring daggers into you with such disdain, a look he’s never given you. Like you were some kind of disgusting psychotic monster, “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH!?” he shouted. He never did that before, he never raised his voice at you, feeling your throat tighten trying to hold back your tears. “I get you pride yourself in being the fucking ‘troubled student’ but that doesn’t give you an excuse to fucking hurt people Yn!”, you tried to say something, anything but you couldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t have but, how could he say that to you? Doesn’t he know you’re hurting too? Why does he…

Seeing Harua turn away from you and back to the girl, who he still held in his hands. It made you sick, “I hate you” the three words escaping your lips, barely even in a whisper. Harua just looked at you, “what?”, “I hate you” you said louder this time, the tears finally breaking free. Taking Harua off guard a little, he never expected you to say that to him, but his other side told him to not pay attention since you were in the wrong here. “I also want your attention Harua, how…how can you not notice” you choked out, the pain being evident in your voice. He didn’t know what to say, a part of him knew he shouldn’t take what you said seriously, but the other part…the other part of him wanted to hug you. You looked so hurt, so broken which was such a contrast to your usual self. Running out the door to get away from everyone, to find somewhere to hide from all of the eyes. Not noticing that Harua had instinctively got up and ran after you. 

You ran into a storage room, slamming the door shut and slumping down into a corner. Pulling your knees close to your chest as you cried silently to yourself, finding it difficult as the pain was just too much. Not even hearing the door open and close, when Harua stepped in and saw you sitting there he felt his heart strain. He crouched in front of you, reaching out and patting your head softly. “Yn?” he called out gently trying to get you to look at him, but you refused, instead pulling your knees closer to you. He let out a little sigh, prying your hands from around your knees, scooting closer to you and cupping your cheeks. Tilting your head up to look at him, seeing your state, hair a mess, nose and cheeks red from all of the crying. Fixing your hair and pushing it behind your ears, as he placed his forehead against yours. Brushing his nose against yours as he whispered an apology, saying he shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. Wiping away your tears as you let out broken sobs that you just wanted his attention, that you didn’t want it on anybody else. 

Your sudden confession shocked him, but he also knew subconsciously that the reason you did the things you did was because of that. And truth be told he didn’t mind, but what you didn’t know was that his eyes were always on you, even when you weren’t doing anything. Not saying a word Harua crashed his lips against yours. Sitting there surprised, your body frozen still trying to process what was happening. Drawing back slightly, still close to you as he looked into your eyes. You wrapped your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him in and kissing him back this time. Your lips moving against each other in perfect sync, pushing you down so you were now laying on your back. Positioning himself in between your legs, hands flying everywhere, tugging at one another’s clothes. Finally having your underwear thrown off, and his long forgotten. His hand trailing down and making contact with your clit, moving down to gather the juices that were already leaking from you. Spreading it around your pussy lips and rubbing your clit, moaning against his lips never departing from each other. 

Clawing at his button up shirt, your own hand finding its way to his semi hard cock, wrapping your fingers around it and giving it a squeeze before moving your hand up and down. Using his pre-cum as lubrication, breathy moans escaping him as he grabbed your wrist, pulling it away. “Can’t m’wait anymore” he groaned out, lining his thick cock head to your entrance, looking in your eyes for permission before he slid in. You lifted your head slightly to peck his lips, signaling that it was okay. He rubbed his tip from your hole to your clit, after a few times and you whining for him to put it in. He finally did, pushing his tip against your tight hole, penetrating you with his head which already sent a mix of pleasure through you from the stretch. He eased his length into your wet hungry cunt, minding not to go too quickly in fear of hurting you. As soon as he bottom out completely in, both of you realising moans from the pleasure of it. He struggled to keep his composure and not cum right away, but the way your walls sucked him made it close to impossible. 

Pulling out slowly and thrusting back in just as slow, he kept up his movements for a while. Until you started to wiggle your hips around, raising them up to match his hips to get him to go faster. He picked up what you were trying to do, grabbing your waist and holding you still he started to slam his hips down. The sound of skin slapping against one another resonating throughout the room, your moans getting drowned out as he pressed his lips against yours. Leaving wet messy open mouthed kisses, his tongue wrestling around with yours. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him even closer to you, one of his hands sliding underneath your shirt and groping your breast through your bra. Feeling both of your highs building up, he never stopped. Trying to hold back his release, wanting you to cum first, he angled his hips slightly, the act causing his tip to brush right against your sweet spot. A loud moan being ripped out of your throat, your eyes rolling back from the intensity as his thumb also started to rub your clit in tight harsh circles. 

Your lower stomach muscles tightened, your legs shaking as your grip on his shirt tightened. You wet soft walls clenching around him feeling the pleasure take over you as your vision went white from the intense orgasm. He instantly pulled out of you, quickly jerking his dick off as white spurts of his release coated your thighs and swollen pussy. His body slumped against yours, laying on top of you as you both tried to catch your breath. He rolled over and pulled you close to him, running his fingers through your hair as he pressed a sweet loving kiss against your nose. You nuzzled close to him, mumbling a sorry against his neck, he only held you closer. “Don’t apologize”, he said resting his chin on your head, rubbing comforting shapes against your back. He didn’t say much after that, but the way he held you, you knew what he felt. Being held by him brought a new found comfort to you, now not wanting just negative attention from him. But wanting the positive kind, and he was sure to start showing it to you from now. 

[silvercoloredskiess]

Yandere Front Man/In-Ho x Reader (Platonic) - Part 2

Tagged: @lianobody

I did as I would promise and wrote a part 2 :-) hope you guys like it. And I created my custom order of the games since the game chosen is a season 2 game, but also in season 2, lights out didn't happen in that order.

Warning: It's the squid game so mentions of killing. Also one mention of a player smoking. Not much emphasis on the latter. Also mentions of shooting by the triangle guards.

Word count: 1,515 words

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/silvercoloredskiess/772580452633591808/yandere-front-manin-ho-x-reader-platonic?source=share

If this link doesn't work, please say it in the comments and I'll try to fix it.

Have fun ! I hope this isn't boring or isn't as good.

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After your father left your room, you sighed and collapsed on your bed. You really wished you tried to challenge him on this punishment. Sure, everyone in the games consented, but it didn't stop you from feeling sorry. The lights out game went as usual; and even though you couldn't see the action, you could feel it. And most certainly hear it.

It sounded like chaos that didn't end until everyone was way too tired. The sounds of screaming, cursing and murder. It was horrifying imagining the people that swore they were friends and allies, brutally trying to kill each other a day later. Or was it even a day?

You never saw the outside world through windows, so you don't even know if the sun has gone up. It could still be the middle of the night for all you know. Only the Front Man and the workers had a digital clock. You had no sense of time in this place.

Trying to fall asleep, you treated it as background noise. You had to cover your ears using pillows to be able to rest. It didn't help you cried, a lot. The next morning, you slept in a lot. Your father even opened your door to check on you since he wasn't expecting no reaction from the rebellious you. He smiled at the sight of you peacefully resting. It was exactly what he wanted of you.

You woke up some hours later because you were starving. Turns out you had slept through the brutality of yet another game, and there was way less chatter in the lobby according to what you could hear

Meanwhile, there was a rumor going around between the players. An ally of the player that attempted to escape last night supposedly ended up succeeding, or as so the ally said. They had to have succeeded because they never returned, and they never heard a gunshot. The Front Man, hearing the conversation from his lounge, was chuckling at how gullible they were.

Just as your stomach was about to eat itself, a square guard came in your room, giving you your lunch. Contrary to the meals players were given, yours were very fancy because you knew your father held you in high regard. Before the guard went, you called out to them;

"H-Hey! Am I allowed to ask you guys questions?"

The guard turned towards you and shook their head.

"But please! I need to know if I can negotiate to leave my room. Why was I given such a punishment for doing what's right?" You pleaded. It was a dumb idea to try.

The guard didn't say anything and walked away. You knew the guards were never allowed to converse with players or even with each other unless necessary, but not even to the Front Man's child?

But you refused to give up. You wanted this annual nightmare to stop. You opened your bedroom door (your father didn't install an advanced lock just in case you needed something that badly), ran down the long hallway full of locked doors, and hid somewhere.

Some square guards were actually looking for you since your father checked the cameras and realized you weren't there. You looked around to make sure your spot didn't have cameras, but it was a tiny nook so it shouldn't have any. Hopefully.

You thought you could chill for a little bit until the next game started, where basically most of the guards would be deployed. The square guards passed by your spot and you shook as you hid cautiously, curled up in a ball. Thankfully they didn't see you because they were too busy walking to the admin room after their search.

One particular guard took the responsibility to inform In-Ho of your 'disappearance'. He was absolutely furious. He was worried it was another player that tried to escape and had tried to hurt you, just like yesterday. He groaned,

"I swear whoever tries to hurt my only child will face punishment... so if you happen to find this player, kill them immediately. If all else fails, I'll take this upon myself", he told the guard, who nodded their head before telling this to the other guards in private.

When you heard a mysterious commotion from far away, particularly in the direction of the admin room, you knew you had no luck getting there. Guess you had to try again someday. Little did you know the admin room is always active. But to be fair there was a lot you didn't know about this place.

Meanwhile, a player had managed to hide out in the bathroom stalls during the new game; the Six Legged Pentathlon. She was smoking, and sitting there in silence hoping to not get caught. A couple triangle guards were sent out to look out for who could've been a threat to you. When they searched the bathroom, they slammed open all the stall doors, they found the woman, and it scared the living daylights out of her. She begged for mercy, but ultimately she was shot.

The gunshot was extremely loud and you could hear it all the way from your hiding spot. But you were thinking it took place in the game. You were very wrong. Anyways, you decided to move from your spot so you could try to go back to your room. The game had ended a few minutes ago since you now heard the footsteps of many people going back to the lobby. Significantly less than last time..

You ran as fast as possible through the long winding hallways. You discovered a lot of places you never saw. The place turned out to be super huge. But you didn't know your way around, so you needed to stay focused.

While you ran, you heard the sound of footsteps from the guards. The way back to your room was terrifying. It felt like they were just waiting for you to cross their line of sight so they would catch you. You got lost and made a left, only to discover the Front Man was walking there too...

You were caught and there was nothing you could do about it.

"Dad I swear it's not what it looks like!!" You said, trembling with fear.

Two square guards held either of your wrists so you couldn't run away. Your father walked really close up to you.

"Why did you break the rules again? I just told you to stay quiet in your room for a week. I might need to teach you some discipline if you never learn to respect authority. You've been such a good, good child and here you are, now trying to interfere with everything!"

"But I-"

"No more of this behavior. Maybe I should start taking away the privilege to be able to leave your room. Or less meals so you're not as energetic to be running around the place causing trouble... and while I would hate to do that to someone I put as my number one priority, how else would you learn..?"

"CAN I PLEASE EXPLAIN!?" You shouted, tears rolling down your face.

"There's no explanation needed. You wanted to go to the control room to interfere with the games. So adorable to see the relieved expression on your face when you thought the guards walking by couldn't clearly see you, or when you thought your cute little 'hiding spot' had no cameras? Do you forget how small cameras can be nowadays?" He sighed before continuing,

"Also, you do know just how dangerous it is to be doing silly things like this? Any player that had the mere luck of escaping, could've hurt you again. And you know how I would kill to keep you safe. I know you heard that mysteriously close gunshot while you were hiding. Any player is a threat to you according to me, and that's final."

The guards led you to where your father wanted, which was the VIP room he sat in while he watched the games from a huge screen. You recall only being there once or twice. But why were you there?

"I know you find being in your room boring, so I figured a good punishment would you having to sit right next to your dear daddy while we watch the games, watching every player suffer in their own ways. Alternatively, you can go back to how it is now, how it should be anyways; You stay in your room, I install an upgraded lock on the door, and all the other consequences follow."

It was a hard decision, but you couldn't stand the idea of sitting in front of a large screen, watching terrible things be done. So you told him your decision. And there you were some minutes later, sitting on your bed, lonelier and more miserable than ever.

You know your father did this all because he wanted to protect you, to avoid you ever having to be in contact with someone dangerous. But... weren't dangerous people in every corner of this place? What irony..

[xxelliewxx]

Fire and Frost {Ellie x Reader} Ch. 2

Pairings: loser!(AFAB)Reader x hockey player!Ellie

Synopsis: When y/n is requested to tutor Ellie Williams in organic chemistry, she expects arrogance and attitude from the hockey player. However, she discovers a different aspect of Ellie’s tough exterior, revealed through humor and fleeting glances. This raises the question: why does Ellie go to great lengths to embarrass and harass y/n whenever they are in the presence of others?

Warnings: Mentions of depression, anxiety, sexual/physical assault, alcohol, violence, trauma (if I miss any let me know!)

w/c: 2.4k

an: this is my first time ever posting fanfic on Tumblr, so feedback is completely welcome! this is not proofread and is a work in progress.

Ch 1: Iron Bonds

Carbon Memory

The Chemistry Club frequently served as your refuge where you could momentarily escape your past and current traumas. Serving as the President of the club was something you took pride in, using your position to inspire a deeper love and understanding of such a complex topic. You excelled in event planning, frequently jotting down ideas on your iPad for potential projects to showcase throughout the campus, aimed at attracting new members to the club. With only 15 members to represent, the chemistry club lacked funding to continue its meetings.

Dr. M was confident that you would discover a means to secure additional funding to maintain operations, and her trust in your capabilities rendered failure an impossibility. This is why you found yourself scribbling idea after idea, hoping to promote them at tonight's meeting. Dina, your friend since Freshman year, hovered over your shoulder, providing unwanted commentary, and scoffing at some of your ideas.

"Wow, Y/N, I always knew you were a bit of a nerd, but I didn't realize it was to this level! A scavenger hunt based on the periodic table? Seriously?"

You let out an exasperated sigh at your friend, quickly grabbing your iPad from her grasp and shielding your work, desperate to put an end to the relentless chatter. "Just leave me alone, D. If you're not going to offer the support and ideas you promised, you might as well spend time with Jesse, which is clearly what you prefer."

Dina swatted your arm playfully before taking the seat next to you, glancing at the iPad once more. "Fine, Y/N, I'm just messing with you. Sheesh, what has your panties in a wad?"

You shot her a fierce look, placing the apple pencil aside with a thud. "Dina, I am really not up for this right now. Especially now that I will be losing my mornings to that insufferable Ellie. I can't believe Dr. M would do me dirty like that." You threw your hands up in frustration.

Dina's eyebrows arched high, nearly disappearing into her hair as she exclaimed, "She what?! Seriously, Ellie didn't say a word about this during morning skate yesterday. She always jumps at the opportunity to shit-talk you."

Your jaw dropped at her remark, "Fuck you, Dina." You smacked her shoulder, defensively, fully aware she was just trying to get a rise out of you. Yet, deep down, you knew there was a grain of truth in her jabs. It was no secret that the captain had a strong dislike for you, a mystery you had long since stopped trying to unravel.

Dina giggled, munching on some Twizzlers she produced from her backpack, using it to point at your face. "You know, sometimes I wonder if she just actually want's to fuck you. I mean, seriously, she brings you up far too often. Anytime she brings you up, Coach makes her do suicides in full gear."

You felt a warm flush creep up your cheeks at your friend's teasing remarks, a whirlwind of images flashing through your mind that you desperately tried to banish. "Oh, come on, D, I just want this semester to end. I seriously doubt she'll be in any of my classes again, she's barely passing this one."

The thought of never seeing the auburn haired girl again stirred a whirlwind of feelings within, with relief rising to the forefront. You could daydream. Huffing, you glanced at your watch seeing it was quarter to 8, your nose wrinkled. "Speaking of, I have to go meet Williams in the library in a few. Please text me some of your ideas, I really need your help."

Shoving your iPad into your backpack, you quickly grabbed the Twizzler from Dina's grasp, savoring the sweet, chewy treat. Dina shot you a fierce look, saying, "You're lucky you're my best friend. Have fun on your date." Her eyebrows danced playfully, hinting suggestively.

"Fuck you," You muttered under your breath, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as you left the dining hall. Each step toward the library felt heavy, a sense of dread creeping in with every footfall. This was far from the semester you had envisioned; you were determined to steer clear of the girl as best as you could.

As you checked the time on your watch, a wave of panic washed over you; you were already late for your first tutoring session, and you could already imagine the endless teasing that awaited you. With a swift motion, you pushed open the heavy oak doors and swept your gaze across the study hall. There she was, lounging in the far corner, her feet casually resting on the table as if she owned the place. You couldn't help but roll your eyes as you approached her, noticing her engrossed in scribbling doodles in her notebook.

"You sure know how to keep a girl waiting, don't you, geek?" Ellie kept her gaze fixed on her notebook, playfully teasing without even glancing your way. The nickname that was supposed to be sweet ignited a fire of anger within you, as it was evident that it was being wielded as a tool for mockery rather than affection.

Shoving her feet off the table, you brushed aside her piercing gaze, which was locked onto you with an intimidating animosity, as you began to arrange your study materials. "Not everyone can lounge around looking cool all day while Mommy and Daddy pay for everything, many of us are tied down with responsibilities and jobs."

As you dug into the depths of your backpack to retrieve your textbook, a heavily tattooed hand suddenly crashed down onto its cover, making you flinch in surprise. "Do not speak about me as if you fucking know me. Mention my parents one more time and I will fucking end you."

Your heart raced, and your eyes widened as you struggled to keep your gaze locked with the hockey player. After enduring months of torment, you had resolved long ago to hold your ground with her, and today was no exception. "You need me just as much as I need you so I suggest you get used to the idea of me."

Her hand rested on your textbook, veins pulsing with fury as it shook before she clenched it into a tight fist. "I have no desire to see you as anything other than the loser geek who assisted me in keeping my grades up. To me, that's all you will ever be—nothing beyond that."

You fumed, "I don't know what world you're living in where I have any intention of getting to know you, don't flatter yourself. You see, Ellie, this is your problem is that you have such an inflated ego, thinking that everyone and everything exists just to cater to you."

She leaned back in her chair, arms folded tightly, her fingers twitching as if battling the urge to punch you. With her teeth clenched, Ellie shot back, "Like you said, you need me just as much as I need you. So let's get this over with."

You flipped open your textbook, deliberately avoiding her piercing gaze, silently wishing for this session to pass in a blur. "What are you having trouble with in this class? It's been pretty straightforward until now."

Ellie exhaled loudly, reaching for your wrist that was currently flipping through the pages. "Seriously, dork, if you want this to be as painless as possible you'll cease to insult my intelligence. I get the fundamental ideas; I'm not a fucking moron. I bombed the last test because I struggle with equations, and those organic reactions totally tanked my score."

Throwing your hand out of her grasp, Ellie pulled out her notebook you had been admiring the other day, finding the doodles to be adorable. Adorning the tattered cover were whimsical illustrations inspired by the cosmos and clever wordplay. One particular pun caught your eye: an otter, fishing pole in hand, pulling in a fish with the playful phrase, "I'm Otterly Hooked." You couldn't help but giggle, stifling the sound with your hand.

Ellie quirked an eyebrow, the one with the slit in it that you found oddly appealing, her expression a mix of curiosity and confusion over the cause of your sudden outburst. "Is there something I am missing? What's so funny about me completely wrecking my GPA?"

You could feel her irritation rising as you hurriedly clarified your reasoning to diffuse the escalating tension. "Sorry, but I can't help it—your notebook is adorable! I really enjoy a twist on words."

The hockey player's shoulders visibly eased, the weight of her tension lifting with your confession. She massaged the back of her neck and said, "Yeah, me too," before clearing her throat. Turning her attention back to her test, she focused intently on the red marks scattered across her paper.

An unexpected ease settled in, almost like you guys finding a shared interest on such a mundane subject broke the ice just a little bit.  A grin spread across your face when you noticed the same spark of amusement in the girl with forest-green eyes. Inspiration struck as you hastily pulled out your iPad. The other girl raised an eyebrow at your actions, clearly curious about your next move.

Sticking your tongue out you scribbled out your own version of word-play, exhilaration surging through you. A soft giggle escaped your lips as you added the final details to your artwork, then, with a mix of excitement and nervousness, you placed the device down, eager for Ellie to admire your masterpiece. Leaning herself forward, Ellie chuckled. On your iPad was a shark giving a thumbs-up, bubbles spelling out "Fintastic".

"As much as I love punny jokes, I really need to get some studying done before morning practice," she sighed. "Coach is already breathing down my neck about how I'm 'not demonstrating leadership qualities with my poor grades,'" she said, deepening her voice to mimic her coach, complete with exaggerated air quotes.

You found yourself instinctively extending your arm across the table, taking her hand in yours, a wave of sympathy washing over you. "Even if you stumble on a few tests, it doesn't define your ability to lead. I can see, despite our differences, that you genuinely care for the people around you."

Ellie stopped breathing as she looked down at your hand, as fragrant tendrils of lavender rose to her nose in powerful bursts. You purchased a vial of lavender oil the very night following your encounter, discovering a deep sense of comfort in its soothing aroma. Ellie shook her head vigorously, pulling her hand away from yours with a huff. "Stop pretending you know me, you dork," she muttered, irritation lacing her words.

You couldn't help the hurt that flooded your chest at her actions, making it feel like for every stride you made, you were being pulled two steps back into the shadows. "Whatever, Ellie. Just give me your test packet, I can draw up some practice equations."

Taking the paper from her grasp, you found yourself pleasantly surprised by her handwriting, which you had anticipated to be a jumbled mess. Instead, it was surprisingly tidy and even quite lovely. As you scanned through her incorrect answers, the source of her errors started to become clear. She was neglecting the solvent reactions, a detail that could be easily adjusted.

You looked up at Ellie, noticing her fingers gently gliding over the tattoo on her forearm, which peeked out from under her hockey sweatshirt. The name "Ellie Williams" was elegantly inscribed in flowing cursive across her right chest, accompanied by the school mascot nestled beneath it, her muscles subtly flexing beneath the fabric. Ellie sensed the weight of gazes upon her and locked eyes with you, her expression devoid of any feeling, as if she possessed the power to erase all traces of emotion, making you shiver.

Clearing your throat, embarrassed at being caught staring you asked, "Ellie, do you remember SN1 vs. SN2 or E1 vs. E2?"

Ellie's brows knitted together in confusion as she shook her head. "No, I don't. Was that part of the test?" As she reached for her paper, her finger brushed against yours while she held onto the packet. She appeared completely unfazed by the contact, but you felt a rush of emotions from that fleeting touch, struggling to suppress the stir of feelings it ignited within you.

Ellie's confusion morphed into frustration as she flung the paper onto the table between you two, her arms crossing defiantly, a familiar gesture of hers. "When the fuck did we learn this? I feel like I would have remembered that shit."

Reflecting on the time when the hockey player was missing from the lecture hall, you pinpointed the date when this chapter was covered. "We went over this two weeks ago, right at the end of September. But you weren't around," you said softly, the last part slipping out almost shyly, not wanting to make her uncomfortable with how closely you had noticed her attendance. She had been absent for a whole week, and even her friends were left in the dark about the reasons for her disappearance.

You had failed to be discreet as she instantly caught on to your observation. "How do you remember when I was or wasn't in class," Ellie asked, her tone surprisingly warm rather than angry, as if she appreciated your attention. The flicker of warmth quickly vanished as she shook her head. "Whatever, it's not a big deal, I will just talk with Dr. M and this whole arrangement can be finished."

Ellie didn't pause for your response; she sprang to her feet, shoving her books and notes into her backpack with a sense of urgency. In a whirlwind of emotion, she dashed out of the library, leaving you in a state of turmoil. The air around you felt heavy with silence as you sat there, rooted to your chair, struggling to muster the strength to move. Confusion swirled in your mind, and it wasn't until you finally resolved to gather your belongings that you began to erase any trace of your encounter, clearing the table as if to wipe away the memory of her presence.

As you reached for your iPad to lock the screen, your gaze was caught by a whimsical illustration beside your shark. There, next to the fierce creature, was a cheerful seal donning a festive party hat, joyfully proclaiming "Sealebration." The image stirred a wave of melancholy within you, a reminder of the frustration you felt over her unwillingness to engage with you civilly, despite the undeniable connection that seemed to linger between you.

A message pinged, shattering your focus on the scene before you. You grabbed your phone, heart racing with the hope that it was from a particular athlete. Your enthusiasm fizzled out the moment you saw Dina's name flashing on your notifications.

Dina: How about a Periodic Table Fashion Show! We could call it "Atomic Fashion" or "Noble Gas Glam"

For once, you didn't find amusement in a pun.

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[b4kuch1n]

this cold med fucked me up bad I did barely anything but sleep and write this

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also "textless" versions of these, wahooo