#i don't think they know what they approved

[draikaesehoch]

are you okay??? if you had a single functioning braincell you would understand that this reads as criticism on Misha too? I don't support CW, Misha or Jenson.

Misha can think what he wants about Destiel (FICTIONAL CHARACTERS btw 🫠) but it's obvious that Jenson and CW don't approve. And honestly it's been years, move the fuck on. Haven't thought about that stupid show or these problematic AF actors in a while, and I couldn't care less what a weird J*red P*dalecki stan thinks, being a fan of that guy speaks volume on your lack of morals and critical thinking skills btw.

Just know, reblogging this multiple times and insulting me over a meme isn't normal behavior. thanks for the laugh though 😂✌️

it had to be done

[fanged-fanfics]

hey broski! I hope you don't mind, requesting

Pure Vanilla/Shadow Milk x Sorcerer! Eldritch Magic User!Reader, Oneshot if you can :) Their gender is whatever, They/Them

Reader was Pure Vanilla's assistant or bodyguard like Wild berry, and they weren't from vanilla kingdom, but they worked as Pure Vanilla's and tries to fit in, they have a special abilities(Doctor Strange's magic bcuz yes, also bonus if they used to be non-magic cookie) They're mature and responsible.

Reader was a older sibling/Parent-figure to Gingerbrave's friends.

They all visit to Beast Yeast together and yeah, I don't know. You can add and go crazy. Thank you!

☆ A Stroll Into Town — Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk (seperate) x Bodyguard!Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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You walked dutifully along Pure Vanilla, a contained Shadow Milk being dragged behind you both. While the deceitful beast was passive, you'd decided it had been far too long since visiting your friend Gingerbrave. He'd attempted to write you a few times to tell of his adventures, and you missed seeing him in person. "We'll be coming up in just a moment, I think" Pure Vanilla said through the silence. Shadow Milk struggled against the restraints you had him in "I'm so BOOOOREEDD!! Can't I have a little break? I'm gonna crumble away at this rate!" He cried.

You spun around, pointing your sword in his direction "Quiet. You will be detained when the time calls for it". Shadow Milk didn't seem deterred, and he blew a raspberry in your direction. You leaned back with an unamused look, Pure Vanilla patting your shoulder. "Patience, my knight. He'll have his due time". You grumbled, but gave an obedient nod, walking forwards and dragging the fallen beast once more.

You soon entered through a thick patch of trees, peering into a building Kingdom on the other side. Many Sugar Gnomes flooded the place, building stones up with shovels and saws to make the walls. You walked in perfect tandem with Pure Vanilla, and a familiar Cookie turned to see you, his blue eyes shining with excitement. The next thing you knew, you were being tackled to the ground in a hug. "YOU MADE IT!!! The castle is being rebuilt right now, but I'm SOSOSO happy you're here!" Gingerbrave exclaimed brightly.

You grunted while sitting up, patting the shoulder of the crushing hold you were in "Wouldn't miss it for all of Earthbread. Now let me breathe-" you replied. Gingerbrave pulled back "Oh- sorry! I've been getting so strong recently" he said, grinning as he flexed one of his thin crispy arms "Must be all that adventuring". You smiled, chuckling a little "I'm sure. But I bet you still couldn't beat me". "Oh yeah? I bet I could!" Gingerbrave shot back confidently.

You glanced up to Pure Vanilla, who was smiling warmly at seeing you so relaxed. He gave an approving nod, and you stood, facing your now-opponent "Come on, let's put it to the test" you said. Gingerbrave got a running start, causing you to chase after him. Meanwhile, Pure Vanilla positioned Shadow Milk onto a nearby bench. The beast was still grumbling, practically pouting now "This is what we came here for? Ugh, you're making me think a jailcell would've been a better option"

"On the contrary, this is exactly the kind of exposure you need" Pure Vanilla said, taking a seat nearby. When Shadow Milk glared at him in confusion, he went on, "Look around, Shadow Milk. All these Cookies coming together to build something great. Not just a kingdom, but a home. Even our dear knight can't help but join in". He turned his eye staff to the Cookies running about, using it to see the scenery "They're family, friends, comrades. It's everything you need to learn"

"BOOORRIIINNNG" Shadow Milk interrupted, leaning back in his seat "Sheesh, and just when I wanted to think you couldn't get any worse, you bring out the friendship speech. Give it a rest, you fool". Pure Vanilla just gave a shrug. He was always irritated with Shadow Milk, but it wasn't in his nature to lash out or snap. Not after that first time... he focused on his deep breathing instead, finding comfort in watching you battle with your pals.

Shadow Milk rolled his eyes, but found his gaze going to the same area. You looked so carefree out there. So unapologetically yourself. Just you, the sun beaming down, and the thrill of battle. He didn't remember a time where he ever saw you look happier. Maybe there could be something there.. a spot carved out in the earth for something even as vile as him. Maybe a spot right beside you, if he wanted to really hope. But he shoved the thought back down when remembering the scowl you always fixed him with. It was stupid to get his hopes up, he figured. But for now, he was drawn to your form, awestruck by you, and he felt no need to look away.

[softaestluv]

Breaking Bread

Simon Riley who is quite the anomaly of a man, or human, rather. Your lieutenant who has only spoken a handful of words to you.

Simon Riley who happens to be sat at the only open table in the messhall.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Sergeant! Reader

Tags: Short n’ Sweet, Fluff, Pining, Angst, Slow burn if you squint, Food as a love language, Eventual romance, Eventual smut, Military inaccuracies

Simon Riley who is quite the anomaly of a man, or human, rather. Stands at 6’4, a total of 220 pounds, takes up double the space of most people. Lieutenant of the special forces, done irredeemable acts with his bare hands. A brute. Forbidding. Curt with his words. The terrifying wraith and apparition of many— of you.

Simon Riley who is your lieutenant. Who you’ve seen complete such acts, though they were always finished within a blink of an eye. Blood splattering before you even had time to complete your blink, ordering you to follow behind before you’ve even realized what happened. Quite grateful that you were on the same side as him, any enemy of his faced far worse fate than the nerves that ate at your skin in his presence.

Simon Riley who’s only spoken a handful of words to you. To anyone, really. A man of few words. Nothing more than orders during a mission or training. Muttered gravelly. Low and demanding. Said in such a way that you had no option, but to react, obey. Though you don’t think it’s necessarily a you problem, at least you hope it’s not. He seems to be this way with everyone outside of 141, but you suppose Soap talks enough for the both of them.

Simon Riley who happens to be sat at the only open table in the messhall. Sergeant’s squished tightly onto other tables as if to avoid sitting with their menacing lieutenant. Which is how it usually is, sat alone unless Soap is by his side.

You debate smuggling the food on your tray into your pant pockets and eating in your room in solitude. Not because it would be so horrible to sit with him; you wouldn’t mind sitting in silence. He’s never been terribly rude to you— outside of his usual demeanor.

He just seems social disinterested and you know he wouldn’t necessarily want you there. Make him feel forced to speak if he doesn’t want to or make him angry for disturbing his peace. A wrath you wouldn’t want to face, you’ve seen the laps he’s made sergeants run for irritating him.

For the sake of his comfort you almost turn away, already reaching to unbutton your pants pockets, but before you can his gaze finds yours across the hall. Piercing. Tense.

Your feet move on their own accord, walking towards his table because you think ruining his comfort for a day is better than the rejection he might feel watching his sergeant stuff her pants full of bread and beans just to avoid sitting with him.

"Hi, Lieutenant," You start, pinching the inside of your cheek between words, "Is it okay if I sit with you?”

You pause for a response, but as you should have expected, nothing comes, so you begin to ramble, “I know you usually sit alone. I won’t bug you! I promise, I’ll sit quietly.”

A grunt of approval is all he gives you; a small smile smearing across your lips as you sit down opposite of him.

And true to your word you don't disturb him, don’t even look up from your plate to glance at him. The both of you just eat in silence, no words shared between the two of you. You scarf the food down quicker than Ghost does because training drains you of all your energy. Makes the military food taste like a five star meal even though it’s bland.

Finish your plate first, despite the fact that Ghost started eating before you. When you’re done you stand up, quietly mumbling your gratitude to him for sharing 'his space’ with you before disappearing in the hall.

When tomorrow comes, you walk past his empty table even though sharing lunch with him wasn’t entirely terrible. He doesn’t let you get far, a gloved hand finds your wrist, stops you in your movements. You look down at him with wide eyes.

“Ah, Lieutenant?”

He points to the empty space in front of him, “Your seat.”

Your eyes widen, impossibly so, but still, you sit.

This is an ongoing fic that I am still writing. All the other fics I have posted have been completed on ao3 before I cross posted here, so the updates for this fic won’t be as quick as my previous ones. Please bear with me! I do plan for it to be about 5 parts! Short n’ sweet!

I just wanted to share it as well. Thank you <3

Also if you’re anon who sent me a request yesterday & you happen to read this, I will be doing your prompt! I just need some time to write it :)

[cozmowrites]

the blonde

the blonde - tv girl

(request)

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The sun is setting, casting a soft golden light over the city as it slowly fades into the evening. The streets below you come to life with lights flickering on one by one, but you stay where you are, sitting on the balcony, your legs dangling over the edge, staring out at the world without really seeing it. It's quieter now, a calmness settling over the day's chaos.

You don't have to look to know that he's here. You can hear it in the sharp clack of his boots on the floor, the way his presence fills the space without a word. Then, a door slams open, and the familiar sound of Bakugou's voice rings through the air.

"Oi, you gonna just sit there all day or what?"

You smile without meaning to. It's the same as always. Bakugou might not be one for soft greetings, but the way he says it, like he's not sure what you're doing but definitely doesn't approve, it's strangely comforting.

"I'm thinking," you reply, your voice soft, still not looking at him. Your gaze stays fixed on the fading light of the horizon.

A sigh. Heavy footsteps approach, and the next thing you know, Bakugou's standing next to you, nudging you with his shoulder as he sits down beside you. His arm brushes against yours, his usual scowl in place, but you can tell he's not mad. Not really at all.

"You always do that," he mutters, shifting slightly to get comfortable, his back against the wall.

You tilt your head just enough to glance at him. He's staring forward, looking at the same city you are, but you both know neither of you is really looking. "Do what?"

"Sit around and pretend everything's fine," he says, his voice lower now, less brash, but no less determined. "You think I can't tell?"

Your chest tightens, and for a second, you almost feel exposed. The way he sees right through you—it's both frustrating and strangely relieving. He always does this. Cuts through the walls you've spent so much time building up, like they don't even exist.

"I am fine," you reply, but even to your own ears, it sounds weak. You bite your lip, trying to push back the things that always feel just beyond your grasp.

Bakugou doesn't immediately respond, just leans back into the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. You can feel the tension in the air, but it's not uncomfortable. It's familiar. Like the calm before a storm you know won't break.

"You're full of shit," he mutters after a pause, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. "I see right through that act, I've known you long enough to know."

You exhale sharply, but you don't look away from the city. It's easier that way—pretending like you have everything under control. It's easier than explaining why you don't. Why things feel more complicated than you can say, or how the weight of everything can feel too much at times.

"I'm not hiding anything," you say, but even you don't believe it.

Bakugou lets out a low, frustrated growl but doesn't push the issue. Instead, you feel his shoulder nudge yours again, the softest of touches, but it says everything. He's here. Not demanding you open up, not forcing you to talk. Just here. It's the quiet kind of support, the kind you don't know you need until it's there, pulling you back when you think you might fall.

"You don't have to act like you're fine around me," he says, his voice quieter now, almost gentle. "I'm not stupid. I know when something's wrong. You don't have to hide it."

His words settle over you like a heavy blanket, and it's hard to breathe for a moment. You can't help it. You've spent so long convincing yourself that you have to be fine, that you have to hold everything in. But the way he says it, so matter-of-factly, makes it seem like it's okay to not be okay. Makes it seem like... maybe it's okay to feel vulnerable around him.

"I don't know how to talk about it," you admit, your voice quieter than you intended. "Everything's just... messy. It's always messy. I'm just afraid of dragging you into it."

There's a brief silence, the only sound between you the distant hum of the city below. Then, Bakugou's voice cuts through the quiet again, but this time, it's steady. "You're not dragging me into anything. I'm already in, already here. Whether you want me to be or not."

The weight of his words doesn't hit you immediately, but when it does, it's like a wave crashing over you. You never realized how much you needed someone to say that—how much you needed him to say that. That no matter what, he was here. Not for your sake. Not because he had to be. But because he wanted to be.

You swallow hard, trying to steady your breathing. "I'm not ready for this," you whisper, more to yourself than to him. "Not yet. I don't know what to do with all of this."

There's a long pause, and for a moment, you think he's going to snap at you, tell you to stop being so damn indecisive. But instead, his hand finds yours, fingers brushing against yours before his grip tightens.

"You don't have to be ready," he says softly, the words almost surprising in their tenderness. "You're not alone in this. Whenever you're ready, I'll be here. And if you're not ready? That's fine, too. You don't have to rush anything."

The sincerity in his voice makes your heart flutter in a way you can't quite explain. For once, it feels like the weight of everything is just a little bit lighter, like it's okay to let someone else carry part of it, even if just for a while.

The two of you sit there in silence, the city buzzing below you.

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[uceyliyahh]

IMPERFECT FOR YOU

summary: Miyori and Jey were in a relationship for three years until she saw him laid up with another girl that wasn’t her and it broke her heart so she decided block him on everything and focus on her career until she gets a text message from him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4364

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Miyori

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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OMNISCIENT Miyori was at her desk, reviewing her client files as usual, diligently jotting down notes on her iPad to ensure she was ready for her next appointment. In the midst of her work, she received a text from Jimmy and paused briefly to check what he needed.

Big Jim🫡 sent a message

Big Jim🫡: Mimi PLEASEE come get Jey he's losing his mind like deadass crashing out over here

She couldn't help but laugh at the message he had sent. Ever since Jey took her out on that special date and everything that unfolded between them that night, he seemed to be struggling with feelings of longing since he left.

She had him captivated once more, sharing intimate photos and videos while they were apart, and it was consuming him with longing.

iMessage 💬 Mimi💓: I'm not surprised I knew he was going to go crazy😭😭 Big Jim🫡: do you know I hear him moan your name whenever he's beating his meat like damn Mimi what'chu do to him? Mimi💓: I didn't do anything 🤷🏽‍♀️ just sent him pictures and videos to keep him company knowing how busy yall is I told you he has to work for it and deal with consequences Jim Big Jim🫡: I understand 100 percent but please can you at least calm him down or something he's like rapid dog right now Mimi💓: when are you guys off? Or have a day off? Big Jim🫡: this upcoming weekend after Friday Night Smackdown you got something planned? Mimi💓: something like that 😁 Big Jim🫡: you planning on coming to see him if im correct? Mimi💓: yes I am actually, I know papa needs his mama badly but I should make him wait don't you think? Big Jim🫡: shiii if I tell him that he's going to be pissed off even more Mimi💓: go on ahead and tell em Big Jim🫡: you is evil Mimi but aight Mimi💓: kk tell Trin I said heyy Big Jim🫡: will do ma'am

After she sent a message to Jimmy, she quickly received a text from Jey that made her laugh even harder at the predicament he was in, fully aware of how much he relied on her support.

Joshua🖤 sent a message

Joshua🖤: mamas I miss you so fucking bad

Miyori cherished this aspect of him, where he was vulnerable and pleading for her affection, just as she desired. It allowed her to take charge, showcasing her strength and authority, making it clear that she was the treasure he sought, one he needed to work hard to deserve.

iMessage 💬 Mimi💓: I miss you too big papa Joshua🖤: you keep playing games with me Mimi ion like that shi Mimi💓: aw is someone getting sexual frustrated with me?🤭 Joshua🖤: YES I am and you keep fucking playin Mimi Mimi💓: I told you, you have to keep working hard for this and for us to be together again and I think you're doing a good job Joshua🖤: so what that mean? Mimi💓: that means you get a surprise for working so hard Papa Joshua🖤: just wait Ouu just fucking wait until I have my hands on you baby girl Mimi💓: what'chu gonna do to me Papa? Joshua🖤: it's better to show you than tell you and no fucking runnin' you hear me? Mimi💓: mhm sure do Joshua🖤: send me some pictures please Mimi💓:

Joshua🖤 heart both attachments Joshua🖤: fuck you're so fucking pretty Ma Mimi💓: pretty for you Joshua🖤: mhm... Mimi💓: I gotta get back to work papa I'll text you later? Joshua🖤: aight then mamas I love you ❤️ Mimi💓: I love you too papa

Miyori smiled warmly as she heard a knock on the door, and she looked up to see Kelly peeking her head in once more. She gestured for her to come into the office.

"What's up Kelly?" She asked.

"You have a visitor, and he seems a bit angry?" Kelly said.

 "Did you get a name for this person?" Kelly nodded and informed Miyori that it was Aaron who was coming to see her, prompting a deep sigh and an eye roll from Miyori.

"Just bring him in here so I can get this over with." Kelly nodded in agreement as she followed the instructions, gently closing the door behind her. She couldn't help but wonder what he, of all people who had come to visit her, could possibly want after the stunt he pulled.

Was he feeling hurt because she was rekindling her relationship with Jey after he had put in so much effort to win her heart again, or was it simply jealousy that fueled his emotions? When she heard the door creak open, there he was, standing tall, his face set in a serious expression.

Was he feeling hurt because she was rekindling her relationship with Jey after he had put in so much effort to win her heart again, or was it simply jealousy that fueled his emotions? When she heard the door creak open, there he was, standing tall, his face set in a serious expression.

"Are you fucking kidding me Mimi? You're getting back together with him?" Aaron looked at her, curiosity evident in his eyes, as she stood with her arms crossed.

"Yeah, and what about it? Why does it concern you so much about who am I with? Does Normani know that you're here?" Miyori firmly held her position, expressing that she simply couldn't afford to waste any more time on this.

"What's the purpose for this? He can't be better than me ." She was in disbelief at the words coming out of his mouth; could he really be serious? "Aaron, please, Jey is much more better than you despite what he did we have history together that chemistry that you and I didn't have."

Aaron laughed softly as he walked back and forth, putting on a brave face while hiding his true feelings. Deep down, he felt a pang of jealousy that he was reluctant to acknowledge. It bothered him to see Jey effortlessly win her over, treating her to nice things and taking her out on dates, all the little moments he couldn't help but notice on social media.

She radiated a light he had never witnessed in her before, all thanks to Jey, who brought her joy and made her feel cherished. That was all she had ever desired, but if it wasn't with him, it simply wouldn't do for her.

"If you're done, you can leave I got clients coming in soon." She spoke breaking the silence between them.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me that you don't love that nigga Mimi tell me..." He exclaimed, clutching her arm firmly, which made her wince in pain. "Tell me that you don't love him after everything he has done to you." He gazed at her, his deep-set eyes seeming to penetrate her very essence.

Miyori was fully aware of her deep love for Jey; she just wanted him to put in the effort to earn it. In contrast, her feelings for Aaron were nonexistent, especially after he betrayed her trust by cheating and expressing his boredom with her. As she gazed into his eyes, she leaned in closer, determined to confront him.

"I love him Aaron, whether you like it or not I don't care, and weren't you the same nigga that said that he was bored of me? And my sex game was horrible?" She retorted.

"Yeah, I did and it's true." It caused her to chuckle darkly at him. "Then what the fuck are you pressing me for then? Sounds like you're jealous Aaron." She was correct; he felt a pang of jealousy seeing how well that other guy, someone from her past, was treating her. It truly affected him deeply.

The atmosphere in the room became tense as they locked eyes, each lost in their thoughts without uttering a single word. Miyori sighed and rolled her eyes, glancing at her Apple Watch to check the time.

"You can leave my office now." She pulled her arm free from his grasp and moved past him to return her clients' files to the folder. Suddenly, he grabbed her hair and pressed his lips against hers. The unexpectedness of the moment took her by surprise, but she quickly reacted, pushing him away and slapping his face in the process.

Leaving him stunned as she glared at him.

"The fuck is your problem! You know what get out! Get the fuck out!" Miyori shouted while pushing and shoving him out the door.

As security entered the room, they quickly apprehended the officer, who was struggling to resist. In the chaos, he managed to strike one of the security personnel, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. Meanwhile, Aaron was being escorted out of the office, his voice echoing as he yelled and shouted in frustration.

Miyori noticed a warm sensation running down her face and, upon touching her nose, realized it was bleeding. She quickly rose from the ground and made her way to her desk to grab some tissue. As she leaned forward, she caught sight of Kelly entering the room, worry etched on her face.

"Oh my goodness, Miyori are you okay?" Kelly asked coming to her aid.

"Y-yeah, I'm good Kelly, I'm good." She said.

"Do you need a moment before your clients show up today?" Miyori gave a slight nod as she made her way out of the office, heading down the hallway toward the bathroom.

Miyori gazed into the mirror, pulling the bloodied tissue from her nose. Her reflection revealed a chaotic visage, a clear reminder of the turmoil caused by that foolish decision. Deep down, she had anticipated this outcome the moment she ended things with him.

He had always struggled with feelings of possessiveness and jealousy, especially when he learned that she was seeing someone else after their breakup. While he knew he could be intense, Jey's emotions ran even deeper. If he had been aware of what was happening, he would have rushed to her side without a second thought, ready to confront Aaron for treating her poorly.

She wiped her face clean and took several deep breaths, slowly opening her eyes as she reassured herself, "You're alright, Mimi, you're alright." With a sense of calm, she discarded the bloody tissues and stepped out of the bathroom, making her way back to her office.

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Jey sat on the tour bus, scrolling through TikTok and chuckling at the funny videos, all the while trying to push thoughts of Miyori from his mind. He missed her deeply, and the ache of her absence was almost unbearable. He found himself hoping that after this Friday, he would finally get to see her again. Lost in his thoughts, he suddenly noticed someone standing in front of him. Looking up, he saw Jaida with her arms crossed, watching him intently.

She grabbed his phone from him, knowing it would upset him, and it definitely stirred him up as she anticipated.

"Yo' what the fuck is yo' problem Jaida? Give me back my shit." Jey snarled.

"No! Because what the fuck is this huh!" She raised her voice while displaying images and text conversations with Miyori, which made him smirk.

"You know what it is Jaida don't play fucking dumb aight? I told you me and her got some history together."  She threw his phone at him while rolling her eyes scoffing in disbelief. "Man what does that bitch have that I don't?"

Jey ran his fingers through the back of his neck, his hands moving to cover his face as disbelief washed over him. He couldn't fathom that he was facing this situation now, especially given how sexually frustrated he had been since leaving. The longing for Miyori's touch was overwhelming; he craved the way she would tug at his hair, pushing him to confront his feelings. He truly missed those moments.

"Watch yo' mouth when you speaking on her, she does a lot for me than you do I mean hell you barely show me any attention so I got my attention somewhere else." He remarked as he reclined on the sofa, his arms extended wide.

As Jimmy and Trinity drove to the next town for their house shows that evening, they observed the situation unfolding around them.

"But you're with me! You cheated on her with me!"

"And I wish I didn't maybe if yo' little homeboys didn't throw you at me we wouldn't be in this situation but here we are right?"

"So what? She's better than me?"

Jey nodded his head while leaning in placing his arms on his knees. "Yeah, Miyori always been better than you Jaida, like I said you don't give a man no time or even like affection from me." He noticed the tears welling up in her eyes, but it didn't seem to matter to him at all. Why should he feel any compassion for her when she was simply reflecting the emotions he was grappling with himself?

"I'm telling you what it is and what it ain't so you won't get no false promises of us being together forever." His words shattered her heart, but to him, it was inconsequential. He couldn't grasp why she was in tears, especially since she had never expressed any affection towards him before.

"So you never loved me?" Jaida asked.

"I did love you but once you started acting differently and showing me less affection I just knew I made the wrong mistake." In that moment, she struck him across the face with a force that made both Jimmy and Trin flinch, as if they were the ones feeling the sting of the blow.

Jey rubbed his face, trying to keep his composure. He never faced this kind of situation when he was with Miyori; they would simply communicate and then share an intimate moment, avoiding all the toxic behaviors. He wasn't one to engage in that kind of drama unless someone really provoked him.

Jaida stormed off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Jey let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temple in frustration. All he could think was that he needed Miyori at that moment. With that thought in mind, he got up from the sofa and made his way to the bathroom.

"He finna go blow off some stream." Jimmy said as Trinity hit him upside the head.

iMessage 💬 Joshua🖤: mamas? Mimi💓: hm? Joshua🖤: you okay? sounds like you're stressed did something happen? Mimi💓: mhm but idk if I should tell you knowing how you are. Joshua 🖤: what happened? Mimi💓: you promise you won't get mad? Joshua🖤: I can't promise that if it's that bad for you to tell me so what happened Mimi? Mimi💓: Aaron came to my job and we had an argument about you and me being together Joshua🖤: he sounds very jealous to me Mimi💓: that's what I said but the problem is he got so pissed off about it he... Joshua🖤: what he do Mimi don't hide nun from me you know I'm here Mimi💓: he slapped me in my face causing my nose to bleed but I'm okay I swear Joshua🖤: does his bitch ass wanna get fucked up? Mimi💓: Joshuaaaa you promised Joshua🖤: I never said that and I don't play about you Mimi💓: I know you don't but I don't want you to go crazy security took him out Joshua🖤: that's don't matter he'll come up there as many times as he want just to put his hands on you and I won't stand for that shit period Mimi💓: don't book a flight down here Joshua please I can protect myself just focus on your house shows please for me Joshua🖤: Baby Girl Mimi💓: pleaseeee 🥺 Joshua🖤: aight aight I won't but fuck I miss you Mimi💓: you do? Joshua🖤: yess I fucking miss yo' ass I need to blow off some steam mamas Mimi💓: lms Joshua🖤: sends attachment/ look what you're doing to me Ma I need you Mimi💓: hm since you've been working so hard for me I'll help you out Papa Joshua🖤: please do mamas please

(MINI SMUT WARNING) - PHONE SEX JEY AND MIYORI

Jey had pulled down his sweats along with his boxers seeing his dick springing up hitting him on his stomach as pre-cum was already spilling out from the tip while he stroked his dick up and down.

Mimi💓: you ready for me Papa? Joshua🖤: fuck yes mamas talk to me Mimi💓: stroke it nice and slow for me Papa

He followed her instructions slowly stroking his member up and down feeling a lump inside of his throat as he threw his head back listening to her soft voice through the phone

Mimi💓: you miss this pretty pussy Papa? Joshua🖤: yes I miss that shit mamas...ohh fuck I miss it so bad Mimi💓: how bad Papa? Tell mama how bad you miss her pussy

The way her voice was through the phone was turning him on so much he couldn't wait to see her again and fucked her senselessly through the mattress.

Joshua🖤: I miss it so fucking bad Mimi...I wanna taste her and be near her.. Mimi💓: whatchu going do to me papa? When you come see me? Joshua🖤: Imma beat that pussy up mamas imma beat it up good so you can never forget who it belongs to Mimi💓: you know it's your Papa it's been yours stroke that dick faster for me

Jey did what he was told to do stroking his dick in a fast pace manner brushing his thumb against the head of his dick making him lose control over himself.

Joshua🖤: Mamasss keep talkin to me please Mimi💓: you like working hard for me huh? Just to get back with me? Joshua🖤: I love it mamas I fucking love it imma keep working hard for you fuck Mimi💓: stroke it faster baby c'mon

Speeding up his pace he rolled his eyes in the back of his head clenching his thighs in the process while rubbing against his body with his other hand imagining that it was her doing all of this to him while she was bouncing on his dick or him fucking her silly.

Mimi💓: that dick is mine right? It don't belong to that bitch or anyone else but me right Papa? Joshua🖤: yess this dick is yours Mimi all yours ouuu shit I'm finna nut

Jey felt his dick twitching in his hands as he kept stroking it in a fast manner feeling his body shaking letting his toes curls up.

Mimi💓: you gon' cum for me? Joshua🖤: I'm finna nut Baby girl Ouu I wish it was your pretty ass face I could nut on right now Mimi💓: cum for me Papa cum for mama Joshua🖤: fuckkk mamas fuckkk

Jey let out a guttural moan escape his lips as ropes of his cum began shooting out ropes after ropes over his hand while he was breathing heavily up and down stroking his dick slowly making sure that all of his nut spilled out from his tip.

Joshua🖤: fuck Ma got me making a mess and shit Mimi💓: my bad Papa but do you feel better? Joshua🖤: hell yeah much more better Mimi💓: I hope Jon and Trin didn't hear you Joshua🖤: probably did but ion care I fucking miss you Mimi💓: I miss you too Joshua🖤: if you miss me then why don't you come see me this weekend I'm off Mimi💓: un-un see you tryna be slick boy Joshua🖤: ion know what you talkin about mamas Mimi💓: you think you slick boy go clean yourself up I'll text you later okay? Joshua🖤: aight then mamas

CALLED END - SMUT OVER

Jey was tidying himself up when he heard a knock at the door, with Jimmy's voice faintly echoing in the background.

"You good in there Uce!" Jimmy shouted.

"Yeah, I'm good dawg I'll be out there in a minute." Jey said.

"A'ight we gonna stop to get some food since Trin said that she was getting hungry." Jey managed to clean his cum off of his body and hands while turning off the sink grabbing his phone in the process while heading out the door seeing his brother standing there.

"What?" Jey questioned him.

"You and Mimi are nasty as hell dawg." He commented on as Jey smacked his lips at him while shoving him away playfully.

☞ Miyori arrived home safely, parking her car in the driveway and turning off the engine. She reached for her purse from the passenger seat, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the front door. As she opened the door, she noticed Jasmine sitting in the living room, watching TV. Their eyes met, and a moment of connection passed between them.

"Heyyy bestie how was work?" Jasmine asked as she seen Miyori placing her purse on the couch.

"Girl, let me fucking tell you who showed up." She said while sitting next to her.

"What happened bestie?" Miyori shared with Jasmine the events that unfolded at work involving her and Aaron. She recounted how he had come to her workplace, visibly upset about her reconciling with Jey. She also mentioned the troubling incident where he had put his hands on her, which left Jasmine feeling furious.

"Girl, what?! Do I gotta whoop his ass? Does Josh know about this?" She asked as she stood up

Miyori urged her to take a seat and calm down. She confided in Jey about the incident with Aaron, still in disbelief that he would resort to slapping her at work just because he had cheated.

"He sounded jealous if you ask me bestie."

"That's what I literally said to him too, like how you gonna get mad at I'm finna be back with my ex-boyfriend you know." Jasmine nodded, fully grasping Miyori's feelings about the situation. While she shared her best friend's disapproval of Jey's betrayal, she also felt uneasy about Aaron due to his possessive nature.

"I understand bestie that's why I'm glad you and Josh are working it out together."

Miyori gave her a warm smile as she settled into the sofa, taking out her phone to browse her social media. As she scrolled, she noticed a few messages from Jey's girlfriend, who seemed to be reaching out to her.

IG messages 💬 jaidaparker_wwe: YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT jaidaparker_wwe: RUIN MY RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM STUPID BITCH jaidaparker_wwe: JUST WAIT UNTIL I SEE YOU ITS UP THERE FR miyorisworld: you done baby girl? It's not my fault that he wanted me back it's basically your fault for not doing your job as a girlfriend 🤷🏽‍♀️ jaidaparker_wwe: I WAS DOING MY JOB miyorisworld: if you were he wouldn't be coming back to me now would he? And apparently you didn't do enough for him to want you so I have one up on you yet again sweetheart jaidaparker_wwe: imma beat tf outta you when I catch you little girl you ain't better than me miyorisworld: honey I'm better than you can imagine he know where home is and he's coming right back to it so don't get your hopes up aight? Now please stop playing on my phone.

Miyori decided to silence Jaida's constant messages, which seemed aimed at proving her superiority. She had no interest in engaging with those threats; they didn't affect her at all. Miyori was confident in her position regarding her relationship with Jey.

After her shower, Miyori slipped into her cozy pajamas and nestled into her bed, which still carried the comforting scent of Jey. She hugged her pillow tightly as she opened her laptop to book a flight for the upcoming weekend. With a day off ahead, they were excited to head to Indy for Friday Night Smackdown, so she quickly secured the nearest flight available.

As she completed the ticket purchase, a message from Jey appeared on her screen, bringing a smile to her face.

Joshua🖤 sent a message

Joshua🖤: hey pretty lady

She messaged him back.

iMessage 💬 Mimi💓: Hey handsome wyd Joshua🖤: chilling in the hotel room hbu? Mimi💓: booking a flight right now Joshua🖤: 🤨 where you finna go? Mimi💓: I can't tell you or it'll ruin the surprise Joshua🖤: what you got planned mamas? Mimi💓: Joshua I can't tell you Joshua🖤: mmcht mane but how's your day been Mimi💓: it's been good expect the fact that your girl keeps harassing me Joshua🖤: bout what? Mimi💓: about us I literally told her what it is and what it ain't Joshua🖤: don't worry about her she's not important she know the history between us Mimi💓: did you have a match ? Joshua🖤: yeah I got the W for tonight though Mimi💓: perioddd as you should I'm proud of you papa Joshua🖤: thank you baby girl fuck I wish you were here so we could cuddle up with each other Mimi💓: is you and shawty sharing a room together? Joshua🖤: nah we got separated hotel rooms Mimi💓: mhm but you've been doing so good working hard for me Joshua🖤: I'll do anything for you baby girl you know that Mimi💓: ofc baby Joshua🖤: but imma let you get some rest got some pictures for me mamas? Mimi💓: no I didn't take any today but I gotchu tmr tho 🫶🏽 Joshua🖤: aight then mamas goodnight 💗 Mimi💓: goodnight 🫶🏽

She set her phone down on the dresser and nestled deeper into the blankets, inhaling the comforting scent he had left during his last visit. Little did he know, she was planning to surprise him soon, recognizing how hard he had been working for her. He truly deserved it.

She gently shut her eyes, allowing herself to drift off into slumber.

IMPERFECT FOR YOU

A/n: Miyori is finally going to see Jey and soothing his nerves after crashing out that miss you sex finna hit differently. You think Jaida is going to beat Miyori up or will Miyori get one up on her?

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below ⬇️

STAY UCEY.

[afflatusssss]

//HADES 2 UPDATE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT !!! (Icarus x Melinoe)

UM???!! Excuse me???? *PULLS MY HAIR* MY GOD OKAY....FINE..I MEAN I GUESS I'M JUST GOING TO SIT HERE AND SCREAM RIGHT...JUST....there is NO WAY and i mean NO WAY you can look me in the eye and say icarus has no feelings for melinoe ; _ ; ) my god the yearning is driving me MAD !!!!

and okay, here's what I find really interesting. i know moros and nemesis are also going to be romanceable (i say also because, my god, after all the dialogue i've read, supergiant is definitely making icarus a romance option unless they wanna play some hilariously cruel joke on the shippers *cough* true believers)---but that said, the chemistry that mel has with icarus is...quite frankly, unparalleled. don't get me wrong, i like her with nem and moros as well, each ship delivers an interesting dynamic...but her relationship with icarus just really hits different. he's not a god. he's a mortal turned shade after an untimely demise, someone who was supposed to be nothing but a wisp of himself. physically, yes, but also just...he's living in his father's shadow as well. he still is. there's that kind of inherent pressure to it. SOUND FAMILIAR?? icarus and mel are parallels. it's CRAZY how good their narratives mesh. mel has displayed, on more than one or two occasions, a neuroticism and perfectionism born out of IMMENSE internal and external pressure---from herself, from Hecate (not with malice as we know, but necessity or duty), Odysseus, the shades/denizens of her father's domain, etc... EVERYONE is expecting her to live up to this image she never chose, and yes she wants to save her family and kingdom, but it's still a difficult life. she's also living under the shadow of a family legacy. mel and icarus, i think, understand each other in ways that even the game hasnt really explicitly stated, but you Feel it. in the way they talk to each other, try to reassure one another. icarus believes in mel, not in the "because you're destined to save EVERYONE, it's what you were trained and raised to do" way but in the "i genuinely think you're amazing, and so why wouldn't you?" way. likewise, mel has always believed in icarus. she never viewed him as anything less than his father. you see that in the way she encourages him to build his inventions, the way she praises all the things he makes her. and man idk just....mel has been living the crossroads for so long, it's really all she's ever known, which is why she's so desperate to help her Olympian family, why she wants to get out and Do Something; she can't stand still. icarus can't stand still either, heck, his whole motif is FLYING, all the freedom and longing that comes with it. you know why? in the greek myth, and yes it was already mentioned in a few lines, he was cooped up in a tower pretty much all his childhood because minos wanted to keep his father hostage. both mel and icarus know what it feels to be helpless, to want to do something, to crave this freedom and power---maybe set in different contexts but still. Still.

and okay moving back, i highly doubt icarus' feelings are one-sided. just....the way melinoe talks to him, responds to him. she lights up almost instantly. there's this softness to it, and i would argue (maybe my ears just deceive me) even a wistful longing??? of all the things supergiant could do with their story, why include ^^^ ALL. THESE. EXCHANGES. besides the kinda funny fact that it sounds like melinoe is trying to seek the approval of mom here, just...why??? why does she care this much???? it could be from friendship yea but....idk. just listen LISTEN to the way these lines are delivered when you can. there's so much left unsaid. it's so...different from her interactions with moros and nem??? like yes there's a warmth as well in certain moments, but there's also that kind of...awkward formality? it's like we're still seeing that version of Princess Melinoe when she's with them. she hasn't really put down her walls with nem mainly because she still isnt sure about how the goddess of retribution really perceives her---she hurls insults left and right, and what exactly can she make of that? moros, also, hasn't quit with the formalities. he admires and respects her, but he hasn't really peeled back her layers yet, the ones underneath who she is as a goddess and princess. but icarus has seen it all. he's been with her since her childhood, long before she was ready to be anything, much less a slayer of time and everything else. he wasn't very substantial in form, which is why they underwent that entire dangerous ritual that cost mel her arm: she cared about him so much, and it's clear she still does. i won't get into the tantalizing aspect of icarus' guilt and how that affected their relationship (not great for them, but delicious for the narrative) and this, my dear friends who have somehow made it this far into my delirious rant, is exactly why i love that he calls her "meli." not princess, the way moros and nem do. not "melinoe" the way hecate does. not "goddess" the way odysseus does. not "young one" in the way skelly does. or the kinda silly, super short "M" that hermes does. only two characters really have a special nickname for her that's similar to the kinds best friends give each other, intimate but playful. dora (who refers to her as "mel"), and icarus, who will always call her meli---it's his sign of affection, regardless of who she is. he's never called her anything different. okay yea it's like...1AM right now, I just finished a run and i'm high on waxwitch okkaaayyy ; _ ; )

[taeaura]

what do you think a modern-era thomas would be like? i wonder how different he would be from his canon version with the greater normalization of mental health disorders and everything (and possibly being able to stay in school for longer). i love reading your posts :)

I love reading your posts :)

Modern Thomas {Hewitt} AU Headcanons

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･.

I think the most impactful effect of the modern AU would be Thomas' mental and physical condition. He'd most likely get diagnosed quicker and more accurately -

'Mental Retardation' - ASD 1

Would not be diagnosed with 'Mental Deterioration'

Disfigurative/Disfiguring Facial Disease - CLE or Pustular Psoriasis {Possibly both}

Birth Defect {Assumed to be an Incomplete Unilateral Cleft} would stay the same, potentially fixed at birth IF the Hewitt's had the money

Other mental disorders:

Generalized Anxiety Disorder

Depression

Apraxia of Speech {?}

PTSD

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With the earlier/more accurate diagnoses, Thomas {if the Hewitt's had the money} would have more treatment/management options. For example:

Therapy: ABA, Speech therapy, general psychology

Medication: Anti-depressants, Anger management, Anti-anxiety, Anti-Psychotics

Honestly..I doubt the Hewitts would approve of either..BUT they'd be more open to it than compared to the canon timeline {due to less societal pressure}

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School...oh boy. Depending on what year he'd be born {late 80's - early 90's} his accommodations would change {not too drastically, though}.

The Americans with Disabilities Act {ADA} was signed into law in 1990 by former President George H.W. Bush, meaning Thomas {if he had a 504 or educational plan of some sort} would require accommodations. That being said...he went to school in a small conservative town...in the Deep South...that is heavily religious..

Would he have stayed in school longer? Most likely. Would he have graduated..I don't think so. LISTEN - He'd probably drop out around 14/15 {not that it was legal} - To work at the slaughterhouse. School would've been overwhelming not only from work, but the social aspects as well. He wasn't the best in school..

If he did happen to make it through high school, I doubt he'd go to college - but that's just me.

He would NOT be employed at age 12, as the Texas Child Labor Laws {finalized in 1993} state:

"The Texas Child Labor Laws make sure a child is not working in a job or way that could harm the child's safety, health, or well-being. Texas Workforce Commission (TWC) also has rules to make sure a job does not interfere with a child’s education. It is illegal to employ a child under 14 except under specific circumstances."

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Okay!! Now time for more personalized modern AU headcanons 🤗

IF he had a phone {which I don't think he would, unfortunately} he'd like playing random mobile games. I'm talking Tetris-esque and solitaire games {and those of similar nature}.

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He'd grow his hair out - OP and I have talked about this; He'd grow it out a bit. Maybe not terribly long, but longer than his 2006 length. {I have no idea why this would be modern-related but it popped in my mind}.

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I don't know if Thomas would be the type to watch TV, honestly. Maybe whatever's on here and there - Eavesdropping on what the family's watching - But nothing too particular.

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The family would not spend money on mobile phones. I'm sorry, but they wouldn't..they really don't talk to anyone outside of the family, and even then, they'd most likely have a rotary or push-button phone.

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The Hewitts are poor, okay? Which leads me to believe Thomas would have a CD player as opposed to an online streaming service {for music}. I just envision this post.

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Possible Music Taste {Open to suggestions}: Type O Negative, The Smashing Pumpkins, Korn {momentarily}, Led Zeppelin, Mortician, Cannibal Corpse, Pantera, Black Sabbath, Metallica, Alice In Chains, Johnny Cash, The Highwaymen, Elvis {momentarily}, Lynyrd Skynyrd {momentarily}, ACDC {momentarily}, Slipknot {momentarily}, hear me out..Radiohead?

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Thomas would have more variety in his masks - Listen, rural Texas is still rural Texas, but it's not 1960's rural Texas. There'd be more variety in the people there {both from in and out of town}, which leads me to believe his masks would show that.

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The family would have a bit more variety in their food - Not by much, but still an influential amount. Think about it, Luda's community center/gas station would get some different things {especially in the 2020's}. Vapes, new chip and sweet brands, gum, different soda pop brands, more fast-food-esque stock, but still new stock nonetheless. I'm sure she'd bring some home for the family..even if it's just a bit.

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I think Thomas would dress relatively the same - Wearing his Sunday clothes to work at the bug-infested bloodfest that is the slaughterhouse {we love a gentleman}.

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Okay listen, I know this post is about Thomas but I just thought of something: Hoyt would want a phone. NOT because he's social, but because he wants access to certain things..with ease. The Hewitts wouldn't have internet but that doesn't mean Hoyt won't drive out somewhere. He'd have a Facebook account - You can't tell me different.

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yay modern Thomas playing solitaire with his momma

[midnightshindig]

i love your work! could i request hc’s/drabbles for mark, cecil, and rex (separately) having unrequited feelings for the reader? take care of yourself!! 😊

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

ooooooo you guys are about that angsty shit

i fw it

hcs under the cut!

Cecil

Cecil is a PROFESSIONAL

he keeps his emotions tight and on LOCK

There isn't enough psychological torture in the world that would get him to admit his feelings for you

except maybe the torture of watching you subtly flirt with him

I mean come on, the way you wear your uniform tie a little loose, the way your stockings always have runs in them, you bring him his coffee with a bright smile reserved for him and nobody else.

The two of you have a rapport, engaging in witty banter during the rare downtime at the GDA

You're intelligent and hilarious with a strong sense of conviction, what's not to love?

And he's so certain you feel the same way

So when he asks you to dinner, like a gentleman, in all the correct ways, and you politely decline?

Oh he's hurt, for sure

but he's a professional. He deals with worse all the time.

So why is he still thinking about it?

Why does it sting when you inevitably start dating Anthony from HR

Why can't he bring himself to just forget about you?

your banter becomes stifled, and Cecil thinks he's losing touch just a little

It culminates when you request to transfer branches

He approves the request, of course

He is a professional, after all.

Mark

He's a dweeeeeeb when he has a crush

Like, he thinks he's so slick

talking to Rex about you while you're only across the GotG gym with headphones in

but you totally know

Still, he doesn't care, because you like him too

I mean, c'mon, he's a total catch, right?

He's literally Invincible, and he's also invincible, what's not to love?

He follows you around like a lost puppy, chatting you up about everything and anything.

"Did you in the 2018 adaptation of Sceance Dog-" Oh my god shut upppppp he's such a dork

but he's nice, and is always down to spot your weights

so you're content to be his friend, and this works for a while

Until Mark asks you to come over for dinner

which is fine! You love having dinner with Debbie and Oliver

but you get there and Debbie is putting Oliver in the car, apparently they're going to get dinner elsewhere? She leaves with a wink and a smile

you go inside to see Mark setting up a candlelit dinner

"Oh! You weren't supposed to be here yet-!" He cries, smacking his forehead

"What... is all this?"

"I was going to ask you out, but... I mean... do you want to go out with me?"

You turn him down as politely as you can, and quickly leave the house

Training at the gym is awkward after that

Mark can take a hint, he's not a jerk or a creep or anything

but the moment can't be undone

Rex

MUCH less subtle than the other two

been flirting with you since day one

and you thought he was JOKING

I mean no way he's sincerely that much of a dick (oh but he was.)

so you'd jokingly flirt back

and Rex was like, hell yeah, pretty little thing wants me back

lets go boys.

but it developes, and he REALLY likes you

like he wants to take you on a date

So with some encouragement from Mark, Rex dusts off a suit from the thrift store, nabs a bouquet of roses from someones garden, and is outside your dorm door

"Oh, hey Rexxx....." You trail off, taking in the scene before you

"Y/n! Hey! Uhm... look... I know it, you know it, let's stop dancing around it and go out already!" he presents you the bouquet, thorny and still wet and half-eaten by caterpillars

You don't even have the words

"I'm sorry.... What gave you the impression...? What?" you're so confused, and trying so hard not to hurt his feelings

but Rex is easily triggered, and his face burns red with embarrassment

He yanks the flowers back and laughs a fake laugh "HA hahahhhh.... You- You thought I was being serious!! Bwaahhaha!!!!" He laughs, holding his stomach cheesily, before straight up running away on foot

He doesn't talk to you for three weeks

and after that it's only short responses and quippy, albeit cutting remarks.

"Heyyyy Rex...." You approached cautiously "A bunch of us are gonna watch a movie, do you want to join?"

"I would, but then you'd get confused and think I was trying to make it a date!" He snapped back, running on the treadmill even faster

It would take some time, and a number of rebounds, but eventually he gets over you and things return to some semblance of normal

[itsgiovanna]

playing for love (chapter 6)

pairing: fem!character x mason mount

summary: injured and lost, mason mount begins his recovery with the help of adeline alderidge, a tough yet brilliant physiotherapist with secrets of her own. he becomes determined to break through the walls adeline has built around herself. but some wounds don't heal easily, and the closer they get, the more mason realizes she might need saving just as much as he does.

notes: it took a while but here it is! brace yourselves for some slow burning love hehe 🤍 also, comment if you want to be on the next tag list!

word count: 3.7k

warnings: nothing but fluff.

next: chapter 7 (soon)

tag list: @avalentina

Mason exhaled sharply as he finished another set of exercises, rolling his shoulders before leaning back against the couch. “Two weeks in, and I still feel like an old man.” he muttered, reaching for the water bottle beside him.

Adeline, standing with her arms crossed, glanced at him with little sympathy. “Maybe if you stopped complaining and actually focused, you’d feel less like one.”

He scoffed, taking a sip of water. “I am focusing.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Sure.”

Mason shook his head, setting the bottle down. “You know, you’re a real hard-ass.”

Adeline didn’t react. “That’s my job.”

“Yeah, but I bet you’re not like this all the time.” he said, tilting his head as he studied her. “Like, what do you even do outside of torturing me?”

She barely glanced at him. “You’re not that special, Mount. I ‘torture’ other people, too.”

He let out a short laugh. “Right. But seriously, what do you do when you’re not here?”

Adeline sighed, clearly reluctant to entertain this. “Why does it matter?”

“Because I feel like I know nothing about you,” he pointed out. “And I don’t think that’s fair, considering you know every single weakness in my knee.”

That earned him a slight twitch of her lips, but she covered it quickly.

Mason smirked, encouraged. “So? What’s the last film you watched?”

“Something animated, probably.” Adeline exhaled through her nose, shaking her head.

“Animated?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” she said simply, jotting something down in her notes. “I like them.”

A slow grin spread across his face. “Right, so you’re one of those people who cries at Toy Story 3.”

“Like you didn’t.” She shot him a sharp look.

“I never said that.” Mason laughed, caught off guard.

Adeline shook her head, but he caught the way the corners of her mouth twitched. It was the closest thing to a smile he had seen from her in two weeks, and for some reason, it felt like a small victory.

But, Mason wasn’t done yet.

“Alright, next question.” he said, shifting on the couch as she reset the resistance band for his next exercise. “Favourite food?”

Adeline didn’t even glance up. “Why?”

“Because, I need to know whether or not I can trust your taste.” he said seriously.

“I don’t know. Pasta, I guess.” She let out a slow breath.

He nodded in approval. “Alright, safe choice.”

She rolled her eyes. “Great. I passed your test.”

“Another one.” he continued, ignoring her pointed look. “You’re in a pub, right? What’s your go-to drink?”

Adeline hesitated, adjusting the band in her hands. “Martini.”

Mason grinned. “Classic.”

“Are you done interrogating me now?” She ignored him.

“One more.” He considered.

Adeline shot him a look. “Mason—”

“C’mon, Adeline.” he pressed.

“Fine.” She sighed.

He leaned back slightly, studying her. “What’s something that always makes you smile?”

For the first time, Adeline faltered. Just for a second. She opened her mouth, as if she had an answer, but then quickly shook her head.

“You’re out of time, Mount.” she said, cutting him off before he could push further. “Back to work.”

Mason studied her for a moment, sensing there was more to her than she let on.

But, before he could say anything else, her phone buzzed loudly on the table. Adeline glanced at it quickly and frowned.

“Stella?” she said, her tone sharp with concern.

Mason wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but he didn’t have to. She was standing right there, pacing slightly as she listened.

“What?” Adeline stopped mid-step, pressing her palm against her forehead. “No, no, of course. Thank you for calling me. Is she okay?”

Mason straightened slightly at that, his grip tightening around his phone.

Adeline let out a sharp breath, nodding to herself. “Yeah, I’ll figure something out. Thanks for taking care of her, Ella.” A pause. “I know. I will.”

She hung up with a sigh, rubbing her temple before finally meeting his gaze.

“What’s going on?” Mason asked, setting his phone down.

Adeline hesitated, then exhaled. “There’s a storm—like, a bad one. It’s hitting the whole city. Stella just called to tell me the roads are a mess, and they’re advising people to stay home.”

Mason frowned, glancing toward the window. The rain was hammering against the glass in thick sheets, and the wind had picked up, making the trees outside sway aggressively.

Adeline tucked her phone away and grabbed her jacket. “I need to go.”

Mason’s frown deepened. “You can’t go with this weather.”

“I have to, Mason.” she argued, already slipping her arms through the sleeves. “Lily’s waiting for me.”

Mason stood up. “Adeline, be serious. It’s dangerous out there.”

“She needs me.”

“And she needs you safe.” he shot back. “You think she’d want you driving through a bloody storm just to prove a point?”

Adeline froze for a second, like the thought hadn’t fully settled in yet.

Mason sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I get it. You don’t like feeling out of control, but this isn’t about that. It’s one night. Stay here. Lily is safe with Stella, and in the morning, when the roads are clear, you go home.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to intrude—”

“You won’t.” Mason cut her off. “I have a guest room. Use it.”

Adeline hesitated, chewing on the inside of her cheek. He could see her brain working, trying to find another way.

Mason softened his tone. “Adeline, c’mon. You know I’m right.”

“Fine. Just for tonight.” She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. Finally, she let her shoulders drop.

“Good. I’ll set up the guest room.” Mason nodded, relieved.

“Didn’t think you’d be so insistent.” Adeline gave him a long look, then smirked slightly.

“Yeah, well. Maybe I just don’t want to be responsible for my physiotherapist getting struck by lightning.” Mason shrugged, turning toward the hallway.

(…)

Adeline sat at the table, arms crossed, watching Mason move around the kitchen with an ease that surprised her. He was focused, stirring a simmering pot on the stove, occasionally glancing at her with that annoyingly charming smirk of his.

She had no idea what to do with this version of him — the one who wasn’t being difficult, wasn’t pushing back against therapy, wasn’t rolling his eyes when she told him to do another set of exercises. Instead, he was cooking. For her.

And worse? He was good at it.

“I didn’t take you for someone who actually cooks.” she said, trying to fill the silence.

Mason glanced over his shoulder. “Why? Because I’m a footballer?”

“Something like that.” She shrugged.

“Wow. Judging me already.” He scoffed, tossing freshly chopped basil into the sauce.

Adeline rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t ignore the way the kitchen smelled incredible — garlic, tomatoes, basil, something rich and warm.

“What exactly are you making?” she asked, shifting in her seat.

Mason’s smirk deepened. “Pasta.”

At first, she didn’t think much of it. But then, something clicked. Her brows pulled together.

“Wait…” She narrowed her eyes. “You did that on purpose.”

“Did what?” He stirred the sauce, completely unfazed.

“My favorite food.” she accused. “You remembered.”

Mason hesitated just slightly before turning off the stove. “Maybe.”

Adeline stared at him, unsure how to respond to that. He wasn’t flirting — not really. There was no teasing lilt in his voice, no smugness like he was expecting her to swoon over the fact that he remembered some small, insignificant thing about her.

And that was the problem. He wasn’t trying. He was just… being Mason.

“Still doesn’t mean I trust you with it.” She looked away, suddenly feeling the need to regain control.

“Fair. But you’ll see.” Mason laughed.

(…)

Adeline twirled the pasta on her fork, eyeing Mason skeptically before taking a bite.

She chewed slowly. Too slowly.

Mason leaned forward, elbows on the table, watching her with a smirk. “Well?”

She swallowed. Paused.

“It’s… edible.” she said, deliberately neutral.

Mason scoffed, feigning offense. “Edible? That’s all I get?”

She took another bite, betraying herself. It was good. More than good, actually. The kind of warm, comforting food she hadn’t had time to cook for herself in years. But admitting that felt dangerous, like giving Mason the upper hand in a game she wasn’t sure she was playing.

“You like it.” He grinned knowingly.

“I didn’t say that.” Adeline huffed.

“You didn’t have to.”

Before she could argue, a deafening crack of thunder shook the house.

Adeline jumped. It was instinct, her body’s automatic reaction, the way her fingers curled slightly against the table.

Mason noticed.

“You good?”

She straightened, forcing a shrug. “It’s just a storm.”

He didn’t press, just tilted his head like he was filing that information away.

Then, as if on cue, the lights flickered — once, twice — before going out completely.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Adeline exhaled sharply. “Oh, c’mon.”

“Perfect.” Mason muttered.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The only sounds were the rain hammering against the windows and the distant rumble of thunder rolling through the sky.

“Do you have candles?” Adeline shifted, trying to adjust to the darkness.

“Yeah, I think—”

She took a step.

So did he.

They collided.

It wasn’t just a light bump. She practically stumbled into him, and suddenly, Mason’s hands were at her waist, steadying her, and her palms were pressed against his chest.

A beat of silence.

They weren’t moving.

Adeline’s pulse skittered.

It was ridiculous — completely unintentional — but for a moment, all she could focus on was the solid warmth of him, the way his breath hitched slightly, the way they were close. Too close.

“Uh—” Mason started, but his voice was quieter now, uncertain.

Adeline swallowed, stepping back immediately. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, no, it’s—” He cleared his throat. “Let me find those candles.”

She exhaled, rubbing her temples as he moved away, his presence still somehow lingering in the space between them.

Within a minute, Mason returned, striking a match. The small flame flickered to life, casting a soft glow as he lit the candles and set them on the table.

The warm, golden light illuminated the room — and her.

Mason glanced up and… didn’t look away.

Adeline’s face was turned slightly, her features softened by the candlelight, the sharp lines of her usual guarded expression smoothed into something quieter.

He caught himself staring.

Look away, idiot.

He didn’t.

Instead, he shifted, rubbing the back of his neck, forcing a smirk. “Well, at least now I can see the exact moment you admit my pasta is amazing.”

Adeline’s gaze flicked to him, and for the first time all night, she almost — almost — smiled.

(…)

The guest room was far nicer than she expected. Warm-toned walls, soft lighting, and a neatly made bed that looked far too inviting. The duvet was thick and plush, extra pillows stacked against the headboard, and there was even a folded blanket at the foot of the bed. It was obvious Mason had put effort into making it comfortable for her.

Still, comfort didn’t settle the unease sitting in her chest.

Adeline sat on the edge of the bed, exhaling slowly. The rain lashed against the windows, the wind howled through the streets, and every few minutes, a deep rumble of thunder shook the house. She curled her fingers around the duvet, grounding herself as another crack of lightning split the sky outside.

She wasn’t scared of storms. Not really.

But she hated the way they made her feel — small, vulnerable.

And tonight, the vulnerability was doubled.

It was the first night she had ever spent away from Lily. She knew she was safe with Stella, but the distance gnawed at her, the absence of her daughter’s tiny weight beside her unfamiliar and disorienting. She couldn’t count the number of times Lily had snuck into her bed in the middle of the night, curling up against her for warmth.

Now, Adeline was the one in need of warmth.

She tugged at the hem of her shirt, regretting her choice of clothing. She hadn’t exactly planned on sleeping over at Mason Mount’s house. She had left her flat in a simple long-sleeved top and leggings, something comfortable enough to work in but definitely not warm enough for this storm. The power was still out, and the temperature in the house had dropped, the cold air creeping through the walls.

She got up, searching through the drawers in the guest room, but they were empty. Not even a spare blanket. Her fingers twitched at her sides. She really, really didn’t want to ask Mason for anything.

But she was freezing.

Adeline sighed, dragging a hand down her face before stepping out of the room. Mason’s door was slightly ajar, candlelight flickering through the gap. She hesitated for a moment before lightly rapping her knuckles against the wood.

“Mason, do you have—”

Her words caught in her throat.

Mason stood near his dresser, his back turned to her, his broad shoulders illuminated by the soft, golden light. And he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Adeline had seen plenty of athletes shirtless before — she worked in physiotherapy, it came with the job — but this was different.

Maybe it was because she had never allowed herself to notice before.

Her gaze flickered over the strong lines of his back, the way the muscles shifted when he moved. Then her eyes fell to his arms, tracing the dark ink that contrasted against his skin. She had noticed his tattoos before, in passing, but she had never really looked at them. The designs flowed together seamlessly — quotes, symbols, intricate details that all seemed to mean something.

Mason turned slightly, running a hand through his hair, and she caught sight of the tattoo on his ribs, peeking out just beneath his arm.

Something unfamiliar twisted in her stomach.

She needed to stop staring.

Clearing her throat, she forced her gaze back up. “It’s, um—” She exhaled sharply, trying to pull herself together. “It’s freezing. Do you have a hoodie or something?”

Mason turned fully now, reaching for the dresser. “Sure.” He pulled out a hoodie and walked over to her, offering it without hesitation.

Adeline reached for it, but as he handed it over, their fingers brushed — warm and solid against hers.

She inhaled sharply. It was nothing. Absolutely nothing. But for some reason, she pulled away quicker than necessary, gripping the hoodie tightly.

Mason tilted his head slightly. “You know, I was about to offer you a blanket, but I feel like you’d rather freeze than accept too much help from me.”

His tone was light, almost amused, but there was a softness in the way he said it.

Adeline huffed. “I don’t mind help.”

Mason smirked. “Right.” Then, after a pause, he added. “You know, if this storm keeps up, I might have to start charging you rent.”

Despite herself, a small exhale of amusement slipped through her nose. “I’ll be out of your way as soon as possible.”

Mason held his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, if you see me bringing out a lease agreement tomorrow, don’t be surprised.”

Adeline shook her head, clutching the hoodie tighter against her chest. “Thanks for this, though.” she said, nodding toward the fabric.

Mason gave her a small smile. “Anytime.”

She turned quickly, retreating to the guest room before anything else could be said.

Once inside, she shut the door and leaned against it, her heartbeat uneven.

Ridiculous.

With a sigh, she pulled the hoodie over her head. It was oversized, the fabric soft and slightly worn-in, fitting far too comfortably around her.

Then she noticed it. The scent.

Her fingers curled into the sleeves instinctively as she caught the faint traces of cedarwood and something distinctly him. It was clean, warm, familiar in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

And she hated that she liked it.

Swallowing hard, she shook her head, climbing into bed and pulling the duvet tightly over herself.

But even as the rain continued to pour outside and the thunder rumbled in the distance, it wasn’t the storm that kept her awake.

(…)

Sleep wasn’t happening. Not even close.

Mason had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, his body exhausted but his mind refusing to shut off. His leg still ached slightly from the session earlier, but that wasn’t the reason he was wide awake.

She was.

Adeline was in the next room. Sleeping under his roof for the first time. And somehow, that fact had planted itself in his brain and refused to leave.

He wasn’t sure why it mattered. Maybe because, for the past few weeks, he’d only seen her in controlled emotions — either at the hospital or in his home for their sessions. But now, there was something different about the air between them. The way she let herself be just a little less guarded. The way she let him take care of her in small, quiet ways.

And the way she let him see her scared.

Mason sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. He didn’t know what it was about her that got under his skin so much. Maybe it was the fact that he’d spent the last month being an absolute pain in her ass, and now he was starting to feel like he wanted to make up for it.

Another deep rumble of thunder rolled through the sky, shaking the windows. He glanced toward them, exhaling. The storm wasn’t letting up.

He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to sleep — until something caught his attention.

Footsteps.

Soft ones, barely audible over the rain.

Mason sat up slightly, listening. Another crash of thunder came, louder this time, and then a shadow moved past his door.

Frowning, he pushed the covers off and swung his legs over the bed. He didn’t have to guess who it was.

When he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, the soft glow of candlelight flickering in the living room revealed exactly what he suspected.

She was curled up on the couch, knees drawn to her chest, sleeves of his hoodie gripped tightly in her fists. Her face was turned toward the window, her expression unreadable, but when the next crack of thunder hit, he caught the subtle way she flinched.

“Can’t sleep?” Mason leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms.

Adeline startled slightly, turning toward him. She recovered quickly, straightening her spine like she hadn’t just jumped.

“Storm’s loud.” she muttered.

“That’s why you’re sitting here alone?” Mason hummed, stepping closer.

“It’s… quieter in a way.” She shrugged, her gaze flicking back to the window.

“Right. Totally makes sense.” He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“You’re really annoying sometimes, you know that?” Adeline huffed, shaking her head.

“I’ve been told.” Mason smirked.

Another deep rumble of thunder crashed above them, rattling the windows. This time, she couldn’t mask the way she tensed, her fingers gripping the hoodie even tighter.

He noticed. And this time, he didn’t ignore it.

Mason hesitated for just a moment before grabbing the blanket draped over the back of the couch. Moving slowly, he sat down beside her, close enough that their legs brushed, the warmth of her body radiating through the small space between them.

Adeline stiffened slightly at first, her breath hitching, but she didn’t pull away.

She only glanced at him, wary but not rejecting the gesture.

“Relax, I’m not going to steal all the warmth.” Mason smiled, nudging her knee with his.

“You already did. It’s your blanket.” Adeline huffed, but there was no real bite to it.

He chuckled under his breath, shifting slightly to adjust the fabric around her shoulders. His fingers brushed against her arm as he did, the contact brief but enough to make something settle in his chest — something warm, something that felt different from the usual banter between them.

She didn’t pull away.

Didn’t tense like she normally would.

Instead, she let out a quiet exhale, fingers curling into the sleeves of his hoodie like she was grounding herself.

Mason watched her for a moment, the flickering candlelight casting soft shadows against her face. There was something about seeing her like this — unguarded, not fighting him at every turn — that made him hesitate, just for a second, before reaching up and tugging the blanket higher over her shoulder. His knuckles grazed her collarbone, slow and unintentional, but neither of them moved away.

“Better?” he asked, voice quieter now.

“A little.” Adeline still didn’t look at him right away. But eventually, she nodded.

Her voice was softer than he expected, and it did something to him.

Mason swallowed, dragging his gaze away from her face before he let himself stare too long. “Well.” he said, shifting like he needed to distract himself. “That’s progress.”

She exhaled a quiet laugh, the first real one of the night, and Mason barely resisted the urge to smile.

Another rumble of thunder rolled through the sky, louder this time. She flinched, not as much as before, but enough for him to notice. And this time, he didn’t think — he just moved.

His arm lifted slightly, hesitating only for a moment before settling across the back of the couch behind her. He didn’t touch her — not really — but it was close enough that if she wanted the reassurance, it was there.

She didn’t lean into it, but she didn’t pull away either.

Instead, she sat there, gripping the sleeves of his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping her there. And Mason, despite himself, found that he didn’t mind.

“Look.” he said after a beat, keeping his voice light, “If you were scared, you could’ve just said so.”

Adeline turned her head, shooting him a glare that, this time, had no real heat behind it. “I’m not scared.”

“Right. That’s why you jumped five inches off the couch a second ago.”

“You’re impossible.” She said, shooking her head.

“And yet, here you are.” He let out a breath, something like amusement flickering in his expression.

Something about that made her chest feel lighter.

Another deep rumble of thunder shook the windows, but this time, Adeline didn’t flinch as much as before.

Maybe it was the blanket.

Maybe it was the warmth between them.

Maybe it was just the fact that, for the first time in a while, she wasn’t dealing with it alone.

Whatever it was, something had shifted between them.

And Mason felt it.

For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel the urge to run from it.

(…)

[basu-shokikita]

For the kiss thing ik this might not be a great pairing buuuuut 45 for Murderface and Nathan?

You're good anon, I did ask for MTL ships 😊

From this ask meme

45. (Kiss) out of anger

On the evening of his birthday, Nathan had said to Murderface that he could have anything he wanted. When Murderface asked what anything meant, Nathan simply repeated 'anything' with thinly veiled exasperation.

Murderface was caught off guard because the band wasn't usually this nice to him, and he said he needed time to think it over. Impatiently, Nathan left his room and Murderface was left to his own devices.

He knew he had to take advantage of this opportunity and request something that would normally be denied to him. Maybe to turn them into their slaves or something, so they couldn't request any of his wishes. He could even dress them up and they wouldn't even be able to say no. Or maybe he could force them to get a really ugly hairstyle so they would never make fun of his hair again.

Wait, he wasn't supposed to be better than this now. He was supposed to be 'nicer' or something. Ugh, such bullshit.

After much consideration, Murderface thought of something that didn't involve humiliating his bandmates beyond belief. Something that he would actually value. But he couldn't just walk up to them and say it, so he figured he'd tell Nathan since he was the leader and everything.

And, so, he left his room and started his search for the vocalist. It might have been around half an hour when he finally found him in the living room, chatting with Pickles and sporting a beer in his hand.

"Nathan," He said. "I finally thought of schomethin-"

"Yeah, yeah, just give me a second." Nathan cut him off and kept talking with Pickles.

Murderface frowned. Okay, it's not it was his fucking birthday they were talking about or anything but sure. He could wait.

Already irritated, he took a seat next to Nathan and waited for Nathan to grace him with his attention. Unfortunately, the guy seemed to have other plans because the minutes kept passing and he wasn't showing signs of slowing down the conversation. Instead, he ordered more beers from the Klokateers to Pickles' evident approval.

Eventually, Murderface cleared his throat, though Nathan didn't even throw him a glance. Instead, he kept going on about unfortunate accidents in the bedroom with groupies while Pickles cackled at the bizarre anecdotes.

He cleared his throat again and this time Pickles tilted his head at him before returning his attention to Nathan. Seriously? Did no one remember what he came here for?!

The third time, he coughed loudly so that the conversation was audibly interrupted by the noise. Finally, Nathan turned to him only to shake his head and keep talking to the drummer. Okay, this was just ridiculous. Murderface began fake-retching like a cat with a hairball stuck in his throat. It was a pretty fine impersonation in his humble opinion.

"What the fuck, Murderface?!" Nathan glared at him when Murderface performed a convulsion on the table.

"About fucking time!" He threw his hands into the air. "I've been waiting, you know!"

"It's been like 5 minutes, man!"

"Are you scheriousch?! I've been here for hoursch!"

"Uh, no it's definitely been like 5 minutes, dood." Pickles intervened. "Maybe 10." He conceded.

Murderface squinted at them, wondering if they were trying to fuck with him. There was no way it had been that little, he felt like he had been sitting in the couch for an entire lifetime. "Whatever. I know what I want for my birthday now."

"What is it." Nathan was deadpan.

Murderface inhaled deeply, but realized he felt self-conscious. "Can we talk about it privately, I don't really-"

"No, you were so impatient to tell me so just fucking do it." Nathan took a gulp of his new beer.

"I really would prefer if-"

"Just say it."

""Well, it'sch a bit of a schenschitive-"

"Murderface." Nathan gave him The Look. "Just say it."

"Fine!" Murderface felt himself getting sweaty. "I-I want a kisch, okay!"

Nathan and Pickles blinked at him for several instants. "What." They said in unison.

"I schaid I want schome lip on lip action!" Murderface insisted, refusing to give up at this point. "S-Scho give it to me!"

Flabbergasted, Nathan threw Pickle a glance. "What do we do?"

Pickles raised an eyebrow at Nathan. "I mean, he's talking to ya, dood."

"What? No, he's telling us-"

"Uh, yeah, I'm talking to you, Nate."

"You are?!" Nathan was turning more and more pale by the second. Jeez. "A-Are you sure, I mean, you know you can pick, right?" He gestured at Pickles. "There's Pickles and-"

"Hey!"

"Skwisgaar and Toki...?" Nathan winced while reciting the names.

"But you're the one that told me." Murderface insisted and Nathan held his face in his hands. "Jeschusch, it'sch not like I'm gonna fall in love with you or schomethin'! It'sch juscht a kisch!"

"Yeah, Nathan," Pickles elbowed him with a chuckle. "Stop being a big baby about it."

"Yeah!"

"I'm not!"

"Just give the birthday boy his birthday kiss." Pickles sipped from his beer.

"I just don't understand why-"

"Stop whinin', man."

"Yeah, what are you, gay?!" Murderface interjected and Nathan glared at him.

"Fine." He said between gritted teeth before pointing at Pickles. "But I won't forget this."

"Pssht." Pickles crossed his legs and rested his chin in his hand, clearly amused. "Forgaht the consequences of yer own actions?"

Nathan huffed as he faced Murderface. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the living room was different. "Well, come here."

Uninterested in questioning Nathan's bossy tone, Murderface did as told and sat closer to him. Nathan was still glaring at him which was, well, intimidating to say the least. "Can you-"

"Shut up." Nathan furrowed his brows before his eyelids slowly closed. He breathe deeply as if attempting to calm himself. Murderface could feel his heartbeat accelerate. It belatedly occurred to him this was a very gay thing to request.

Then again, he was working on being more honest about himself.

Suddenly, Nathan's fists balled around Murderface's shoulders, gripping them with the strength of a thousand men. He tried his very best not to gasp, opting to inhale shakily instead. If he wasn't so damn nervous, he would've told Pickles to stop cackling because it was annoying.

"Stop shaking!" Nathan said, though his eyes were still closed and it took a moment for Murderface to assess he was talking to him.

"Scho-Schorry..." He muttered.

Somehow, the apology annoyed Nathan further. "Don't-" He winced. "Okay." He exhaled one last time before he started dipping his head in Murderface's direction.

It was as if it was too fast while simultaneously being too slow. Murderface was seeing his entire life flash before his eyes as Nathan's face drew closer to him. Quick, he had to do something, he had to be ready, he had to-

"Woah." He heard Pickles say before he realized Nathan's lips were pressed against his own. He blinked in shock, only barely being able to make out Nathan's expression from the non-existence distance between them.

Murderface closed his eyes too, and they remained awkwardly still for a while there before Nathan pulled away. When he opened his eyes again, he encountered an unusually flustered Nathan, red pinks and everything. It made him do a double take.

Was Nathan supposed to be cute?

"Well." Nathan stood straight, looking down at him.

"Well?" Murderface repeated.

"How was it." Nathan was trying to appear imposing though he seemed expectant instead.

"Oh." Murderface glanced at the ceiling in deep thought. "It wasch...okay?"

Pickles broke into laughter in the background, holding his belly hysterically.

"What?! Are you serious?!" Nathan yelled, standing up.

"What? I mean- It'sch not like anything happened!" Murderface defended himself. "Unlesch we do it agai-"

"No fucking way!" Nathan walked away furiously.

"Wha- Where are you going?!" Murderface asked, even more baffled than before.

"Maybe next year, eh?" Pickles shook his head, still smiling. "Fuckin' amazin'..." He mumbled before finishing his beer.

Aghast, Murderface watched Nathan's silhouette disappear through the corridor.

Not too bad for a birthday gift, he guessed...

[deception-united]

Hi! I came across your page while trying to develop ideas for my dnd character. My idea for his character arch so far is a once naive and joyous bard becoming a weapon for war out of necessity and to protect his loved ones (barbarian). Currently in the campaign we're gearing up for a war against the illegitimate undead tyrant king and our party is fighting for the sister who should be queen.

I was wondering how you would write a character who was once a sweet a naive guy slowly becoming a weapon of war and more ruthless and cunning. Any tips on how to portray this change?

Hi, thanks for asking! I admittedly know more about writing than dnd, so I'll focus on the character development aspect of this. Here are some tips and ideas for how to go about it.

1. Slow erosion, not a switch flip

Don’t rush it. Let the cracks show before the collapse. He should try to stay the person he was—crack jokes, play music, believe in peace—until reality forces him to adapt. Show his reluctance. Let him resist the monster he’s becoming. An example of this arc could be:

At first, he fights with honor, only in self-defense.

Then, maybe he hesitates less when striking down an enemy.

Soon, he’s choosing the most efficient way to kill, not the most merciful.

Eventually, he justifies doing cruel things for the right reasons.

Finally, he doesn’t need justification—survival is justification.

2. Tactics & cunning (becoming a weapon means thinking like one)

A bard-turned-barbarian doesn’t just get angrier; he'll get smarter in the way he fights. Sample arc:

At first, he fights fair.

Over time, he learns that fair fights get people killed. He starts feinting, baiting enemies into traps.

Later, he manipulates—taunts foes into reckless charges, leaves no survivors when it’s smarter not to.

Finally, he’s always thinking ahead, anticipating violence like second nature.

He might start thinking of himself as just another piece on the battlefield as it goes on.

3. Relationships will strain/shift/break

His friends and those close to him will likely notice the changes. Some might mourn what he's becoming, others fear him, some even approving and pushing him further down the path. Or someone might not change their view of him, still seeing him as that bright, joyous bard—and he might resent them for it. His patience will likely thin for his old friends as time goes on.

5. Guilt vs. acceptance (fight or embrace it)

Maybe he hates what he’s becoming—drinks to numb it, throws himself into fights so he doesn’t have to think, clings to old rituals; or maybe he doesn't hate it and starts to realise that he likes the power and efficiency, and the way people don't mess with him anymore as he tells himself it's for the right reasons.

Whichever way you choose to go about it, there may still be moments of doubt, where he wonders if he's becoming a monster.

More tips:

Start lighthearted—then, slowly, make him quieter, sharper, his words more calculated (tone shift).

Over time, his battle style might evolve as he does, and he starts fighting with brutal efficiency—no wasted movement, no mercy.

The decisions he makes and moral dilemmas he experiences are a key part of the whole transformation. Will he sacrifice morality for victory? Will he kill an enemy who surrenders?

Hope this wasn't answered too late for the war (?) and that the rabbithole I went down about bards in dnd made this helpful to some extent. I hope your sister becomes queen

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[rieamena]

shut me up ;

"in a minute, minute, in a fuckin' minute"

wc: 3.1k

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"you're late," muta stated flatly, drumming his fingers against his arm. his girlfriend, miwa, was beside him, whispering something under her breath that he ignored

cheer practice had run over—again. it was the third time this week and coach refused to let you all leave because in her words "one person being late causes everybody to be late". your body ached, muscles strung tight, and by the time you sprinted across campus, breathless and damp with sweat, you were already dripping in embarrassment

the band was set to practice in one of the unused music rooms near the performing arts building. as you pushed open the door, a rush of cool air greeted you, along with the sharp sting of silence as five pairs of eyes turned toward you. you took a moment to scan the room—takuma ino, standing with his arms crossed and an amused grin on his lips. like clockwork, he walked over to you, whispering the names of everyone and gesturing towards them with his head. from what you gathered, kirara hoshi was the keyboardist, toge inumaki the bassist, and kokichi muta the drummer, who was seated behind the drum kit, arms folded tightly across his chest

"yeah, uh, cheer practice took more—" you started, only for him to cut you off

"shut me up by mindless self indulgence? do you know it?"

you blinked, thrown by the abruptness of the request. "uh, yeah, i do."

"good. show us what you got."

the room was silent for a beat before ino clapped his hands together. "alright, let's get to it then."

as the first few notes rang out, you took a deep breath, pushing aside the exhaustion, the nerves, the weight of the day. your voice carried through the room, sharp, electric, threading itself into the music like you had always been a part of it. the energy was palpable, the rhythm infectious, and by the time you reached the chorus, you weren't thinking about how late you were or how you still had your cheer uniform on. you were just there, in the music, in the moment

when the song ended, a second of silence stretched before muta gave a small nod, his initial annoyance replaced with something closer to reluctant approval. "that wasn't terrible. i guess you can come next week."

and just like that, you were in

weeks blurred together in a whirlwind, each day folding into the next. between the pace of your studies, the demands of cheerleading, akari's late-night rehearsals, and now the band, your life had become chaotic, breathless, but undeniably alive. there was hardly time to pause, barely a second to think. but maybe that was a good thing

because it meant you didn't have time to think about sukuna anymore

and wasn't that exactly what you needed?

the thought drifted to the back of your mind as you pushed open the gym doors after practice, sweat cooling against your skin. you barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching before something small and rectangular was tossed in your direction. your hands reacted on instinct, catching it mid-air. an event ticket. bolded letters stamped across the surface: tokyo skate open: finals.

"you should come," ino's voice broke the silence. he adjusted his beanie, the ends of his brown hair sticking out from beneath it as he grinned. "it's next saturday. i'll be competing. so will muta."

"muta skates?" you questioned, not really expecting such a hobby from the drummer

"yeah, and he's scary good," ino admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "but don't tell him i said that."

the energy of the competition in the air crackled like static against your skin. the crowd pulsed with excitement, their cheers a rhythmic roar beneath the pounding bass of the event's soundtrack. miwa found you early on, her bright blue eyes practically glowing with excitement as she pulled you into a hug. she was practically buzzing, the event's energy feeding into her. as you stood together in the stands, she gushed about muta, about how hard he had trained for this, about how she had seen him grow into the skater he was now, his improvement from when they first met,

it was one of those stories that started out so normal that it felt like fate had followed it along just for the hell of it. miwa had been working part-time at a skate shop, barely scraping by between school and her job, when muta walked in, scowling at the display like the decks had personally offended him. she had tried to make conversation but muta had been all sharp edges, simple nods, and flat replies. it wasn't until he came in three more times that week, lingering near the back, barely speaking except to ask about new gear, that she started to notice something. he was always alone. always tense, like the world was pressing down on him and he refused to show it

and then, one day, a group of guys had walked in—loud, confident, the kind that thought they owned every place they set foot in. they had mocked muta's prosthetic, snickering about how "a scrawny kid with one and a half legs couldn't possibly be any good on a board."

miwa hadn't even thought. she snapped at them, her voice ringing through the shop like the unexpected sound of thunder. the guys had left, laughing it off, but something in muta had changed that day. the next time he came in, he brought her coffee. the time after that, he actually smiled. and before she knew it, he was showing up at the shop just to see her

she didn't say it outright, but you could hear it in her voice—how much she cared, how much muta meant to her. it was in the way her expression softened when she looked at him mid-run, her hands curled into tight fists every time he landed a trick, like she was willing him to succeed with every ounce of her being

muta was precise, a calculated force of nature. every trick was executed with sharp efficiency, his expression giving nothing away. ino, on the other hand, thrived under the crowd's attention, each movement fluid and effortless, as if the board was an extension of himself. the rivalry between them simmered beneath the surface, unspoken but undeniable—every glance, every passing moment charged with an unrelenting need to prove themselves

as the final runs approached, tension gripped the stadium. muta's hardflip was flawless, clean and crisp, the board flipping perfectly beneath his feet. the judges nodded, murmuring amongst themselves. ino responded with a daring 360 flip over a rail, his landing just shy of perfection, a heartbeat away from disaster. when the final scores were revealed, muta edged him out by a mere fraction of a point

after the competition, you caught up to ino, yelling a "you were so cool out there!!!" he smiled and thanked you, before eyeing his skateboard, his fingers tracing the worn edges. he tilted his head toward you with a smirk

"you ever wanna try?" he asked

you hesitated, arms crossing. "i don't think i'm exactly built for that."

"c'mon, where's the spirit? you're literally a cheerleader—balance and coordination are, like, half your thing."

"i cheer on solid ground, not on a tiny moving plank with wheels."

he rolled his eyes. "excuses, excuses." then his grin turned sly. "i can teach you, y'know."

and that was how, two nights later, you found yourself at an empty skate park with ino, sneakers scuffing against the pavement as you hesitantly stepped onto his board. the place was dimly lit, the fluorescent glow of streetlights casting long shadows across the ramps and rails. the air was cool against your skin, carrying the distant hum of the city beyond the park. ino had insisted on starting you on flat ground, thank god. you planted one foot firmly on the deck while keeping the other on the ground for balance. in theory, it seemed easy. in reality? you felt like a newborn deer trying to stand for the first time

"okay, so first thing's first," ino started, standing beside you like a spotter. "you gotta figure out which foot goes forward. you left or right dominant?" you raised your right arm

"cool. so your stance is 'regular.' if you were left-footed, it'd be 'goofy.'"

you snorted. "did they name it that just to clown on lefties?"

"probably. skaters have a weird sense of humor." he gestured at your feet. "alright, try standing on it. don't try to push, just get a feel for the board."

you did as instructed, cautiously shifting your other foot onto the deck. the moment both feet were on, the board wobbled beneath you like it had a mind of its own. you flailed, instinctively grabbing at ino's arm for support. he caught you easily, his laugh echoing in the empty park. "damn, you weren't kidding. you really don't skate."

"gee, thanks for the observation," you huffed, still gripping him like a lifeline. "what now, oh wise instructor?"

"now, you learn how to push."

he moved behind you, hands hovering near your waist—not touching, but close enough that he could steady you if needed. "start with your back foot on the ground," he instructed. "then give a little push and put it back on the board." you took a deep breath, bending your knee slightly before pushing off with your back foot. the board moved, and for one glorious second, you thought you had it. but then the wheels kept rolling faster than expected, and panic took over

"ino—ino, how do i—"

your balance tipped. the board shot out from under you, and before you could react, you were on the ground. again. 

ino gasped for air, laughing so hard he had to brace himself on his knees. "oh my god, that was the weakest push i've ever seen."

"i hate you," you groaned, staring at the sky in defeat

"you didn't do that bad." he reached down, offering a hand. "up you go, skater girl."

you glared at him as you took it, letting him haul you to your feet. "never call me that again."

"aww, it's such a cute nickname though."

"i will hit you."

"alright, alright, let's try again. this time, don't be afraid to bend your knees more. it helps with stability."

for the next hour, ino drilled you on the basics. pushing off, shifting your weight, even something called tic-tacs—tiny turns to help with control. every time you got a little better, he hyped you up like a personal cheer squad

"there we go! that was clean!"

"see? you're getting it!"

"okay, okay, not bad, rookie!"

but for every small success, there were about five wipeouts. you lost count of how many times you ended up on the pavement, laughing through the bruises. ino, to his credit, never once let you get discouraged. even when you landed hard after a particularly ambitious attempt, he was there with an outstretched hand and an easy grin

"you good?"

"physically? i don't think so. emotionally? i'm doing great!"

"love the spirit," he teased. "now, wanna try something cooler?"

you raised a suspicious brow. "define cooler."

"i can hold onto you and push us both, so you get a feel for actually riding without worrying about balance." you hesitated. "...you're not gonna launch us into a death spiral, right?"

"scout's honor," he said holding up , even though you were sure he was never a scout.

still, you sighed and nodded, stepping onto the board. ino positioned himself behind you again, hands gripping your waist this time. a firm, steady touch. you could get used to it, maybe you wanted to get used to it…?

"alright, ready?"

before you could second-guess it, he pushed off, guiding you across the pavement. the board rolled smoothly beneath you, wind rushing against your skin. for the first time, you felt what skaters must love about this—the effortless glide, the way the world blurred slightly at the edges. it was fun

you grinned. "okay, okay, wait, i see the appeal now."

"told you," ino said smugly, steering you with ease. "you might actually have a future in this."

"i still suck, though."

"eh, you're coachable. i'll make a skater out of you yet."

but just as you were about to respond, a small crack in the pavement caught one of the wheels. the board lurched unexpectedly—just enough to throw off your balance. before either of you could react, the momentum sent you both toppling over. one second, you were upright. the next? you were colliding.

with ino.

and his lips.

the world tilted. the streetlights above blurred into a mess of color. and for a split second, everything went still.

then reality crashed.

you scrambled back, heart hammering. ino flopped onto the pavement, hands flying to his face as if he could physically erase what had just happened

"oh my god," he groaned, voice muffled. "that was not supposed to happen."

"no kidding," you deadpanned, still dazed

he peeked at you through his fingers. "you okay?"

"yeah," you exhaled, running a hand over your face. then, after a beat, you laughed

not the nervous kind. not the uncomfortable kind. but the genuine, hysterical, oh-my-god-what-was-that kind of laugh

ino blinked. "did you hit your head hard or something?"

"no," you wheezed, still giggling. "that was just—so stupid."

ino stared for a moment, then started laughing too. you both lay there for a few more seconds, the night air cool against your skin. eventually, you sat up, shaking your head

"well," you said, brushing the dust off your clothes, "i think that's enough skating for one night."

he chuckled, the soft glow of the moon illuminating his features. "fair call."

neither of you brought up the kiss after that. it was easier not to.

but someone had seen it

two days later, the student commons were buzzing. the usual chatter of students filled the space—people scrolling through their phones, groups huddled around tables, the occasional skateboard clacking against the pavement outside. but beneath all that, there was something else. a tension

you felt it the second you walked in. the air was charged and people weren't just talking; they were watching—their gazes flickering toward the center of the room, where an unmistakable pink-haired figure stood

sukuna.

and ino.

oh, shit.

your stomach dropped as you saw the way sukuna was standing—shoulders squared, chin tilted slightly downward, eyes locked onto ino with a look that could split stone. ino wasn't backing down, either. he held his ground, jaw clenched, hands curled into fists at his sides

between them, someone held up a phone, replaying a very familiar video

a video of you and ino.

of you laughing, skating, of ino holding your waist. and then—the fall. the crash. the kiss.

"sukuna," you called, trying to cut through the crowd before this escalated

too late.

"what the fuck is this?" sukuna's voice was low, simmering with barely restrained fury. he pointed at the phone, not even looking at it—just looking at ino, as if his gaze alone could set him on fire.

ino exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders back. "it's nothing, man. it wasn't even—"

"you think i'm stupid?" sukuna cut him off, stepping forward. his presence alone was suffocating. even though he hadn't raised his voice, the weight of his anger filled the room, pressing down like a vice. "tell me, takuma, what part of that—" he gestured toward the phone, which the recording was still playing, "—looks like nothing?"

ino met his glare head-on, refusing to step back. "it was an accident."

"an accident?" sukuna let out a slow, sharp breath, like he was trying very hard not to resort to violence. "you accidentally held her like that? you accidentally got close enough for your lips to—"

"it wasn't like that," you cut in, pushing through the crowd until you were right beside them. his jaw ticked, his eyes finally falling on you. "so, what? you're defending him?" 

you swallowed, standing your ground. "i'm saying you're making this into something it isn't."

"oh, really?" his tongue ran over his teeth, his amusement razor-sharp and dangerous. "tell me, then. how the fuck am i supposed to take this?"

you stared at him confusedly, "what? sukuna, you shouldn't be taking this in the first place. you broke up with me. you ended a year long relationship with me. so you don't get to decide or dictate what i do or who i hang out with because we no longer have any connection. we're not dating, and we're not even friends."

sukuna scoffed, shaking his head. "you think that changes anything? just because we're not together doesn't mean i'm gonna let you—"

ino exhaled hard through his nose. "dude, i'm telling you, nothing happened."

"but you wanted it to," sukuna snapped, and the room went silent

ino's entire body went stiff. his hands curled tighter at his sides, but he didn't move. the accusation hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken things. your stomach turned. "sukuna—"

"i'm not fucking blind," he went on, voice dropping lower, more dangerous. "i've seen the way you look at her. the way you've been dancing around her for weeks." his gaze darkened. "i let it slide. i let it slide because i thought you knew your place."

ino stepped forward. "my place?"

"yeah." sukuna cocked his head. "your place. the one that isn't next to her."

you grabbed ino's arm before he could move any closer. "ino, don't—"

"funny," he bit out, his voice colder than you'd ever heard. "since your place isn't next to her either."

a murmur rippled through the crowd. a few people sucked in a breath. sukuna's expression altered. slowly. the corner of his mouth curled along with his fists, but there was no humor in it. only sharp edges. "you really wanna do this?" he asked, rolling up his sleeves, voice quiet but lethal

"you know what," you shook and lowered your head, starting to walk away. "i'm not doing this anymore." you thought that you would've had to push through the dense circle that formed around you three but people moved out of the way to let you leave

"fuck—" their voices mixed as they said the same thing but with vastly different emotion

ino stared at your ex before scoffing as he pushed through the crowd himself, hoping to catch up with you. and sukuna just watched him go

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Could you do pjsk boys with a idol girlfriend reader? If not I totally understand!

Platonic! Project Sekai boys with an idol! best friend! fem! reader

note -> I only write PLATONIC male character request btw please do read my rules before requesting ^^ I did make this into an idol bsf reader request.

warnings -> none.

content includes -> fluff, they are very supportive, and protective.

TSUKASA TENMA

Tsukasa is your biggest supporter and fan! It doesn't matter how famous you are he will show you off and he will proudly declare to anyone who will listen that he knew you before you became an idol.

He comes to every single one of your events, he doesn't care how much the tickets costs he will be there! Tsukasa is practically screaming on top of his lungs while you are on the stage, sometimes even Saki comes along and joins him in cheering on you!

Tsukasa may not look like it, but he's a pretty strong and muscular guy which helps to deal with..... some weird and creepy fans. Tsukasa may be a cheerful and energetic guy but he knows when to be serious.

He always hypes you up whenever you feel down or feel like you don't deserve to be an idol. Tsukasa would tell you how amazing and talented you are and how you deserved it more than anyone else.

Tsukasa tries to teach you some of his Phoenix Wonderland performances, but it usually ends up in the two of you goofing off. He adores seeing you smile and laugh, especially when you’re stressed from work.

No matter how busy things get, Tsukasa never lets you forget how talented and special you are. "One day, when you’re the top idol in the world, don’t forget to mention your amazing best friend in your acceptance speech!"

RUI KAMISHIRO

Rui is incredibly fascinated by the idol industry, so you aren't surprised whenever he has a bunch of questions about what goes behind the scenes. Whenever you have complaints about the industry, he listens carefully and even brainstorms ideas on how to revolutionize it.

Sometimes, he offers to create extravagant stage props for your performances. He’s confident he can build something spectacular, though you usually have to remind him that your agency might not approve of an exploding stage entrance.

Rui is a tall, intimidating guy which helps keep unwanted people around whenever you two are hanging out. While he isn't a fan of fighting, Rui wouldn't hesitate to throw hands to protect you.

He loves seeing how you interact with fans. He thinks it’s amazing how you can brighten so many people’s days just by being yourself, and he secretly admires how dedicated you are to making others happy.

If you ever feel overwhelmed, Rui always knows how to distract you with something fun. Whether it’s an impromptu performance idea or a silly experiment, he makes sure you never get too caught up in the pressure.

No matter what happens, Rui believes in you completely. "An idol’s path is like a grand performance—full of unexpected twists and turns! But I know you’ll continue to shine, no matter what obstacles come your way."

AKITO SHINONOME

Akito acts like he doesn't care much about your idol career, but whenever someone mentions you he feels proud to be your best friend. Whenever someone tries to badmouth he is quick to defend you.

He listens to your songs all the time, but he’ll never admit it unless you catch him. Akito refuses to be called a fan, but when your songs play in public, he subtly bobs his head to the beat. If you catch him, he just scoffs and denies it.

Akito is very protective of you. If you are a popular idol he absolutely dreads it since means you definitely have creepy fans, and god forbid they try anything because Akito will hospitalize them.

If he ever sees negative comments about you online, he gets so mad. He won’t pick fights, but he will rant about how people don’t appreciate how much work you put in.

Akito dislikes it whenever you feel insecure, he doesn't understand how you can't see how awesome and talented you are. He makes sure to remind you that you are an amazing idol and that you deserve all the praise you get.

At the end of the day, Akito always has your back. "Doesn’t matter if you’re an idol or not—you’re my best friend first. And I’ll support you no matter what."

TOYA AOYAGI

Toya deeply respects the amount of effort you put into being an idol. He knows how brutal the entertainment industry can be, so he's always there to offer encouragement and comfort whenever you need it.

He loves watching you perform, and he’s always the most focused person in the audience. He might not be as loud as others, but he watches every single detail, appreciating how much work you put into it.

Toya might not like confrontation, he will deal with anyone that's giving you a hard time or making you uncomfortable. He wouldn't fight, but he will give them a hard talk until they leave.

He enjoys playing music with you in private—it’s a nice change of pace from your usual idol work. Whether it’s just messing around with instruments or quietly singing together, those moments are special to him.

Toya isn’t one for grand gestures, but his support is constant. If you ever feel insecure, he’ll remind you of how far you’ve come, how talented you are, and how proud he is to call you his best friend.

No matter how famous you become, Toya will always be in your corner. "Your music, your performances—they mean a lot to so many people, including me. Keep going at your own pace. I’ll be here, always."

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IMPERFECT FOR YOU

summary: Miyori and Jey were in a relationship for three years until she saw him laid up with another girl that wasn’t her and it broke her heart so she decided block him on everything and focus on her career until she gets a text message from him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 5928

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Miyori

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MIYORI Since Jey and I found some closure, things have taken an unexpected turn. He’s been reaching out to me more frequently, texting and calling much more than usual, even though he’s in a relationship. It feels as though I’ve become a source of comfort for him whenever he needs a break.

I can't believe she's leaving comments on every single picture I share on my social media. And don't even get me started on the Shaderoom; I really can't take them anymore. Today was supposed to be my day off, a chance to unwind while Jasmine was out with her new guy.

I was comfortably lying in bed, engrossed in a show on TV, when suddenly I heard my phone ringing. I reached over to the dresser beside me and picked it up, noticing that Jey had sent me a text.

Joshua🖤 sent a message

Joshua🖤: mamas let me come see you

My face turned into confusion why did he want to see me so much? It's not like we aren't together and besides I got what I need from him and that was closure what more did he want from me?

iMessage 💬 Mimi💓: what's goin on? Joshua🖤: I wanted to see you before I leave for the road Mimi💓: Josh I don't think that's a good idea atm your gf is already trippin and being negative Joshua🖤: I'll deal with her later on that just let me come see you please Mimi💓: Joshua Joshua🖤: Mimi Mimi💓: omg I forgot how annoying yo' ass can get whenever you don't get your way cmon and no funny business either Joshua🖤: I'll be there in like an hour Mimi💓: kk

The memories from that night keep swirling in my mind, bringing back the sensations of his kisses and the way he touched me. It was an experience that left me feeling exhilarated, almost like butterflies dancing in my stomach just at the thought of it.

FLASHBACK - MIYORI AND JEY Miyori kept her arms wrapped his neck as he circled his hips around hitting her spot as she cried out his name loudly for the neighbors to hear, he had his hand wrapped around her throat gazing down at her with his lustful eyes.

"Keep cumming for me mamas, I like that shit." He grunted.

Their skins were slapping against each other sounding out the whole entire room as Jey kept her legs pinned down to her sides causing her to roll her eyes in the back of her head.

He had her mind in a daze while she bit the bottom of her lips tucking them in the process as he dick was beating up her gummy walls.

"Fuckkk, daddy, I missed you and this soo muchh."  She whined while unwrapping her arms around his neck and  began rubbing all over his tatted chest.

Her pussy was swallowing him whole just the way he like knowing that no other man can handle her like he do, even before what he had did he still loved her and took care of her.

His thrust was sharper and deeper letting his dick glide against her cervix kissing it nicely as he felt her pussy clenching around him.

"Yeah? You missed me huh? Come show me how much you missed this dick." They switch positions with her back being arched while he went back inside of her letting her do her own thing.

She threw her ass back on him in circles swallowing up his tip so well it had his mind spinning like crazy giving her ass a whack. "Mhmm, keep goin' for me baby you doin' so good for daddy."

Miyori arched her back some more to the point where her stomach was touching on the bed giving Jey more leverage to pummeled her wet cunt.

He followed her movements fucking her in a fast paced almost breaking her back in the process.

"Ouuu, dadddyyy, fuckk." She cried out.

"Gimme' this fucking pussy mamas, give it to me."

FLASHBACK OVER

It left me feeling overwhelmed with emotions, but I truly believe it was the closure we both needed. The situation had me feeling like I was losing my mind. Even though I was still navigating my depressive state, I found a way to take care of myself. When I'm with him, I feel different, almost like I'm not myself.

Everywhere I moved in the house, it felt as if his scent lingered in the air, creating the illusion that he was still present. Yet, he was nowhere to be found. I rose from the couch and made my way to the kitchen, craving a snack. As I reached up to the top of the cabinet, I finally retrieved what I needed.

I was just about to step down when I heard the door creak open, and there was a familiar face peering out. His playful expression made me chuckle at his antics. "I'm good to come in right?"

"Boy c'mere and stop being scary I'm not gonna bite." I mentioned as I stepped down from the countertop and moved in his direction.

As we embraced, I inhaled his familiar scent, and in that moment, he surprised me by lifting me up by my thighs. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried us toward the sofa.

I found myself sitting on his lap, facing him, as we locked eyes for a brief moment, which made him chuckle softly.

"Damn, did I fumble a bag?" Jey joked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "yeah, you did fumble a bag honey I mean c'mon look at me." I responded, tossing my hair playfully.

I moved closer to him, feeling his hands firmly hold my hips as he began to gently rub circles, sending a warm, fuzzy sensation through me.

"A'ight Ma, don't be like that for real, I do miss you silly ass." I leaned back when he said that.

"You talkin' bout you miss me but you been with her ever since I left you four years ago, what department is she not doing right in?" I folded my arms around my chest while tilting my head at him.

He smacked his lips at me while rolling his eyes, "damn near everything if I'm being blunt even though we are on the road together she don't be showing me no type of affection or anything she isn't like you Mimi." He confessed.

I gently ran my fingers through his curls, feeling the tension in him as a soft groan slipped from his lips. I listened closely as he opened up about his feelings after all these years, reflecting on his relationship with the girl he had cheated on me with while he was away. Now, out of the blue, he’s expressing how much he misses me, saying that she just doesn’t compare to what we had.

I sensed his hand gently encircling my throat, drawing me nearer to him as he unexpectedly pressed his lips against mine. Caught by surprise, I found myself responding in kind. "I miss you though Mimi I really do."

A playful smile crept onto my lips as I gently held his chin with my small hands. "If you truly miss me, you'll need to show me that and earn my trust again. I'm going to make you put in the effort all over again," I said, subtly highlighting my features to remind him of what he had been missing.

"You gon' make me work for it?" Jey asked as I nodded my head. "Hell yeah I am, imma have you work for it I'm emotionally scarred Joshua like bad I got cheated on twice by you and then the dude I was previously with, I'm not finna jump back in to what we previously had so you need to work for it."

He nodded his head, "A'ight I hear you mamas." Jey sat up straight, holding me in place with one hand still gently around my throat. The tension between us intensified as he placed soft kisses along my jawline and down to my neck.

"How bad do you want me to work for all of this? To have you as mine again?" He murmured.

"Hmm, very hard, I need papa to work very hard for mama." I sensed a playful grin on his face as he leaned in to kiss me.

The kiss unfolded gently and passionately, allowing our tongues to dance together in a way I never imagined I would experience again. Being wrapped in his embrace, surrounded by his familiar scent and warmth, felt surreal. As he released his hold on my throat, his hands glided down my shorts, firmly grasping my hips, igniting a rush of emotions within me.

As I settled onto his lap, I could feel the heat of his desire pressing against me. My arms encircled his neck, and when I momentarily pulled back to catch my breath, he drew me back into the kiss, as if he were desperate for more. It was clear he had been longing for this connection, something he wasn't receiving from his current girlfriend, who seemed to be withholding the affection I was so willing to give.

I got one up on her.

As we were about to move forward, the sound of the door creaking open caught our attention. Jasmine's voice filled the air, and we both sprang to our feet. I turned to see her standing at the door, a look of surprise on her face, accompanied by her new partner.

I buried my face in Jey's chest, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me as he let out a soft chuckle.

"My fault, I didn't know y'all was getting busy in here, Hey Josh." Jasmine said.

"What's good Jazzy." He replied back as Jasmine and her new man went upstairs together.

I could feel Jey's gentle kiss on my forehead, prompting me to lift my gaze to meet his eyes. My cheeks warmed as he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against mine.

"Let me take you out on a date before I leave." I found myself sitting up instantly, captivated by the depth of his gaze.

"What time do you leave?" I asked.

"I leave in the morning, so I wanna take you out on a date." I smiled at him while nodding my head agreeing to the offer. "A'ight then baby girl imma head to the gym with Uce then I'll see you later tonight." He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips once more as I stood up from his lap, noticing the outline of his arousal visible through his grey sweatpants.

I couldn't help but feel my mouth water as I watched him notice my gaze fixed on it. His awareness prompted him to playfully swat my backside, making me yelp in surprise.

"Keep on staring at it, imma have yo' cute ass busting all over this dick." His voice was deep and resonant, and when he spoke, it sent my stomach into a whirl, making me roll my eyes at him.

"Boy, whatever we'll see tonight, now go on now." I said pushing him out the door hearing his chuckle.

"A'ight I'll see you tonight, imma come pick you up." He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine as we walked down the steps to his car, and I gently closed the door behind me.

I noticed Jasmine making her way down the stairs, heading toward the kitchen, just as I was doing the same.

"Girl, what was that all about between you and him?" Jasmine Asked.

I sighed deeply I knew she was going to ask me about Jey and I knowing how nosey she is.

"I'm just making him work for it that's all, he said ol' girl ain't doing it for him especially on the road." I said while drinking me some sweet tea.

"So is my favorite couple getting back together? Or what?"

I nodded my head, "maybe, just have to see how hard he's going to work for it especially while he's away on the road oh he's going to crashout since Ol' girl ain't showing him no type of affection that I've been giving him." I replied as Jasmine clapped her hands.

"Period bestie! Make that nigga work for it!" She encouraged me as I just chuckled at her.

☞ JEY I was at the gym, focused on my bench press reps while Jimmy stood by to spot me, ensuring I stayed safe. With my AirPods in, I was lost in the music, but my thoughts were solely on Miyori. Jaida barely crossed my mind at all.

That kiss we shared was something I had longed for deeply. Jaida was never able to give me that, which left me feeling like I had made a terrible mistake by betraying someone as precious and gentle as Miyori.

That's when I heard Jimmy say something to me.

"So what's going with you and Mimi twin?" Jimmy inquired as I removed my AirPod from my left ear.

"I'm taking her out on a date tonight before we hit the road in the morning." I glanced up at him as I wrapped up my set.

"A date? Oh man she's making you work for it huh?" I nodded as I hung the metal rod back on the hook, wiping the sweat from my brow. "Absolutely, I miss her, man. Jaida might not show me any love or care when we're together, but with Mimi, it’s a completely different vibe." Miyori was the best girlfriend I ever had, and I really messed things up by getting involved with Jaida. If Melo and Trick hadn’t pushed her into my life, I might still be in a relationship. I just didn’t consider how much I valued Mimi.

I took a sip from my water bottle before heading Jimmy speaking, "just wait until we hit the road oh man you finna act the damn fool, but what about Jaida then?" He asked.

I let out a sigh and said, "What about her? She just doesn't connect with me the way Mimi does. I feel so guilty for being with Jaida; you can't imagine how much regret I carry because of it."

Jimmy sat opposite me, gently patting my back in an effort to comfort me. He understood how much our family cared for Miyori, and he could see how upset our mother was when she learned about my actions.

"Look." Jimmy exclaimed, "you gotta win her heart again dawg and imma help you with that but please don't fuck it up this time around or I won't hesitate to have the whole family beat yo' ass aight?" He said as him and I chuckled at each other.

I was about to speak when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and noticed a text from Jaida, which made me roll my eyes at her message. But then, a message from Miyori appeared, and it brought a smile to my face.

Bae🥵 sent a message

Bae🥵: what's goin between you and your ex girlfriend?

Mimi💓 sent a message

Mimi💓: Hey Papa 💋

The way she referred to me made me want to put in so much more effort for her and to be by her side again. I missed her deeply, which is why I chose to reach out to her before Jaida. In the grand scheme of things, it was her curiosity that mattered most to me.

iMessage 💬 Joshua🖤: what's up baby girl Mimi💓: I was just seeing what you were doin that's all Joshua🖤: somebody sounds bored on they day off need someone to come over huh? Mimi💓: don't get ahead of yourself sir you know I'm not letting up easily Joshua🖤: sends attachments/ you sure about that? Mimi💓: hmm you missing me already papa? Joshua🖤: hell yeah I'm missin yo' cute ass Mimi💓: keep on missing me then Joshua🖤: oh? So you wanna keep playing like that huh? Mimi💓: I told you, you gotta work for it papa is it difficult not to? Joshua🖤: nah it ain't difficult I gotchu tho don't worry Mimi💓: mhm I bet you do Joshua🖤: you gon fold tonight anyways Mimi you know how I get with'chu Mimi💓: Ik papa 🙂‍↕️ but keep working hard for it and we'll see Joshua🖤: be ready by eight tonight aight? Mimi💓: aight then papa

It feels like she's just toying with me, thinking I won't go over there and sort things out with her after messaging Miyori. I chose to leave Jaida on read because I realized I didn't want to stress over who I'm with. It didn't seem worth it when she wasn't giving me any attention, so why should I invest my energy in her?

"Mimi said Hi by the way twin." I said heading over towards the dumbbells.

"She just text you or something? Yeah yall two finna be back together just wait until I tell mama about this." Jimmy said as I hit him on the shoulders.

"Don't say nun yet to her you know how she'll get when she finds out."

☞ MIYORI I was upstairs in the bedroom, preparing for the date that Jey had organized for us tonight before he had to leave for Monday Night Raw. As I was applying my favorite lip liner in the mirror, I heard the door open and saw Jasmine walk in.

"Girl, you look like a snack for real, Josh finna eat you up." Jasmine continued talking as I sighed and set the lip liner aside, gently rubbing my lips together.

"He's not gonna do a damn thing, I told you he has to work for all of this if he wanna be with me again." I responded as I applied some color to my lips, followed by a touch of lip gloss to enhance their vibrancy even further.

"Mimi, you know you love that man as much as you say you do I know you." I simply gestured for her to stop, fully aware that she was correct. I did love him, and I still do, despite everything he put me through. Even as I try to move on, my feelings for him remain, but now he needs to put in the effort to earn my love back.

That's when we heard loud music bumping from outside the house knowing that it was him parked in the driveway, he always knew how to make a grand entrance. "Yo' Nigga here Mimi." She teased as I gave her the finger while she headed downstairs to go open the door for him.

I applied some lip gloss and gently pressed my lips together as I picked up my purse and keys, ready to head downstairs to meet Jey. As I descended the steps, I spotted him waiting for me, holding a beautiful bouquet of my favorite roses. A smile spread across my face as I made my way toward him.

He looked incredibly sharp and had a captivating scent. Dressed in a striking all-red ensemble paired with white Air Force sneakers, he sported a Rolex on his wrist and a stylish Cuban link silver chain around his neck. His mullet was complemented by a fresh fade on both sides, adding to his overall polished appearance.

I can't even begin to express how his smile, with those dazzling grills, made my heart flutter. It was so hard to stay composed in that moment, but I was resolved not to give in. When we embraced, I felt his hand gently caress my back, giving it a firm squeeze. Then, he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on my shiny lips, making his own glisten in the soft light.

"You look so good mamas." Jey said softly.

"You do too Papa, these flowers for me? I'm surprised you remembered." I Joked while taking the roses from him.

"Of course they're for you, why would I forget yo' favorite flowers huh?" He said pressing a soft kiss on my cheek.

As we stepped out the door, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him while he clasped his big hands around mine, the sound of Jasmine's voice echoing behind us.

"TAKE CARE OF HER JOSHUA, AND DICK HER DOWN GOOD!" She yelled out as I raised my middle finger at her, while Jey shook his head and laughed at the scene.

I felt an overwhelming urge to express my frustration when she said that out loud, knowing the neighbors could hear her. I kept reminding myself that I wouldn’t back down tonight, repeating it in my mind to boost my confidence and regain control over the situation.

Jey held the door open for me, allowing me to slide into the car before he closed it. I watched him dash around to the driver's side, where he quickly got in, shut the door, and started backing out of the driveway, taking us to our destination.

As I gazed out the window, the stars twinkled in the night sky, and the moon cast its gentle light over the darkness. While we drove toward the restaurant, I felt his hand softly resting on my thigh, and I stole a quick glance at him, savoring the moment.

He looked incredibly handsome tonight; it's hard to believe someone like him can be so striking. His charm is timeless, and I found myself captivated by him as he drove.

"You done eye fucking me or what baby girl?" Jey said as I turned my head quick.

"Boy, nobody was eye fucking you, don't get into yo' head." I remarked while feeling his hand slide up a bit.

He was too close to my pussy he tryna be slick to make me fold for him tonight but that's not going to happen, we stopped at the red light as his hand began rubbing my folds causing me to swallow a lump in my throat.

"You nasty mamas, no panties? giving me access to this huh?"

"W-whatever nigga." I stammered on my words as his fingers were rubbing on my clit slowly and steadily.

"You saying that now but you ain't stopping me from doing this to you so what's up?" Before I could say anything the light had turn green and we continued to drive on towards the place keeping his fingers there.

I bit the bottom of the lip trying maintain my focus as he was rubbing my clit so nicely it felt like I was losing control over the situation, to gain some control I moved my hand towards his thigh rubbing against his stiff member through his jeans.

He flinched at my touch glancing at me with a smirk on my face. "Two can play it this game papa." Jey had a smirk on his face while shaking his head.

"You wanna keep playin? Imma have yo' ass fold before I do I know you Mimi."

"I know you too Joshua." Since he want to tease me and shit I might as well do the same thing to get things shaken up a bit.

We arrived at the restaurant, and as he parked in the lot, he gently pulled his hands away from under my dress. He turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, making his way to my side to open the door for me.

I grasped his hand, noticing the shadows in his eyes that spoke of both darkness and desire. It brought a smile to my face, realizing the kind of influence I had over him—something that perhaps the girl he was with couldn't achieve.

He spun me around to admire my dress, and then playfully gave my backside a light slap, making me yelp in surprise while laughing. As he drew me in closer, I caught a whiff of his cologne—my absolute favorite.

He gently pressed his lips against my cheek and murmured something that sent shivers down my spine.  "imma fuck the shit out of you after this." I touched his nose making eye contact with him.

"You talk a big game Mr Fatu, without knowing who's going to fold first after tonight and it's goin to be you." I said in a cocky tone.

"Nah, it's goin' to be you because you know how I can handle you don't forget who run this shit baby girl." His hand was wrapped around my throat kissing me on the lips making my pussy ache for his touch.

Ain't no way in hell imma fold because of him.

☞ After dinner, the atmosphere was filled with playful teasing and gentle touches during the drive home. When he finally parked in Jasmine's driveway, he shifted the car into park, unbuckled his seatbelt, and leaned toward the back seat, curling his finger to beckon me over. I happily obliged.

I found myself sitting on his lap, feeling his hands lift my dress as he gently traced circles around my backside before playfully giving me a light smack and holding me firmly.

"I told you didn't I? you folded first before I did." Jey said.

"Shut up and come eat this pussy boy." I noticed how effortlessly he laid me back on the leather seat, making sure my dress stayed draped over my stomach without a second thought.

He bent closer, our bodies meeting as he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss deepened, slow and intense, while my fingers wove through his curls, allowing him to guide the moment.

"You gon' let me eat this pussy out? This my dessert for tonight." He murmured between the kiss.

"Mhm, come get your dessert papa." I murmured back as he pulled away from the kiss placing his face between my thighs kissing them gently.

MINI SMUT WARNING - JEY AND MIYORI Jey placed kisses on her pussy lips before swirling his tongue on her clit once he did that he locked his strong arms around her thighs so that she wouldn't leave keeping her in place.

Miyori forgot how crazy this man can get whenever it comes to her feeling him French kissing her pussy so well it made her arch her like on the leather seat, her fingers curled up in his curls.

"Oh my god, Joshua." She moaned.

"Mhmm, imma claim what's mine that shouldn't have been taken in the first place, he couldn't do you like this huh mamas?" He groaned out in the air.

Miyori managed to shake her head while he was devour her pussy pulling on her folds before heading back in with his tongue lapping around her empty hole.

His tongue was perfectly performing magically, darting and twirling over her wet cunt hearing her letting out the most beautiful moans that he loved to hear from her.

She tried squirming away only for him to pull her closer to his lips eating her like it was his last meal of his life had her screaming his name, his tongue lapped over her clit giving it slow and steady licks in between before sucking on her swollen clit.

Miyori could feel her orgasm building and building up each time he was sucking in her clit, he inserted two fingers inside of her curling them up perfectly while pumping them in and out having her seeing stars.

"Joshuaaaa, ouuu s-shit." She whimpered softly gazing down at him seeing him look up at her like he was a lion catching his prey at night.

His fingers were hitting her g-spot so good she started to lose herself through his touch, he was fucking her through it letting his moist muscles lap around her aching hole.

"This all mine right? You mines right? Tell me you love me." Jey growled as she felt her pussy vibrating to his sudden growls.

His fingers were thrusting deeper and deeper inside of her swirling his tongue like crazy as she was gripping onto his biceps tightly almost digging her manicure nails into his skin.

"Daddyyyy, I love you so fucking much, ouuu shit."

Miyori was shaking and squirming around for her release within seconds with her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

She let out a loud scream as waves of her orgasm washed over her feeling her body shaking along with her juices flowing out of her like a river listening to him slurping her up like a slurpy.

But he wasn't done with her not just yet he continued to slurp all of her juices up before continuing to suck in her swollen bud, thrusting his fingers in a fast manner.

She tried pushing him away due to her being sensitive now but he didn't care not one bit he wanted her to remember this while he was gone—remembering that she belonged to him and only him.

"Joshuaa, I-I can't, I-I fucking can'ttttt." Miyori whined.

"Yes you can baby girl, gimmie another one for daddy, give me that shit." Jey demanded fucking her with his fingers relentlessly as she rolled her eyes in the back of her head.

Suddenly, another orgasm washed over her yet again causing her to have tears running down her eyes messing up her make up in the process screaming his name out loud.

Letting more and more of her juice flow out of her as he sucked it up with ease letting her make a mess in the back seat basically marking her territory.

He stepped back, playfully smacking her backside, watching as her body quivered. Leaning in, he gently pressed his lips against hers, which quickly escalated into a passionate kiss, allowing her to savor the sweetness of their connection.

SMUT OVER

My body trembled as he softly caressed my thighs, his gentle touch bringing comfort. He placed tender, wet kisses along my neck, all the while wiping away the tears that streamed down my face.

"God, you didn't have to do me like that Joshua." I remarked, shaping my lips into a playful pout.

He chuckled at me, "I gotta leave my mark on you mamas." He said as I managed to hit him in his chest.

We tidied ourselves up after noticing the chaos in his backseat. As we stepped out of the car, I feigned surprise at how all of this could have come from me. I intertwined my fingers with his as he guided me up the steps to my door.

He embraced me tightly, his arms around my waist, gently swaying us back and forth. Our eyes locked, his gaze deep in my chocolate brown ones, as I mirrored his affection.

"You worked hard today papa." I teased earning a whack on my ass.

He looked down at me, his tongue brushing over his lips before he pressed them together.

The way he gazed at me stirred something deep within as I gently held his chin, my thumb softly gliding across his cheek.

"I worked very hard tonight huh? What more I gotta do to get you back Ma?" He asked rubbing circles around my ass cheeks.

"It's a lot more you gotta do in order to win my heart again so I hope you don't suffer while being on the road when she isn't giving you the attention you need."

I gently tangled my fingers in his curls, giving a slight tug that made him let out a soft groan, while he instinctively placed his hand around my throat.  "You know just how to get me there don't you huh?"

I smiled at him innocently, "of course papa, that's why you have to work very hard for this but you need to go and get some rest okay?" After that he kissed me on the lips lifting me up by my thighs.

He placed me down on my feet letting me go.

"Drive Safely okay? I'll see you again papa." I said.

"A'ight then mamas I love you." Those words again made me stop in my tracks turning my head to look at him with a smile. "I love you too idiot." I went inside of the house while shutting the door behind me seeing Jasmine in front of me.

"Y'all two are nasty as fuck." Jasmine commented on.

"Girl, what the fuck ever like yo' ass don't be loud late at night with yo' nigga leave me alone." I retorted while heading upstairs.

☞ JEY As I lay in the hotel bed, scrolling through my social media, I came across the story I posted of Miyori looking absolutely stunning tonight. It hit me hard—I'm already feeling her absence.

I wasn't concerned about Jaida's anger; if she had noticed, she would understand the history I shared with Miyori. As I was reflecting on that, I noticed a text message from Miyori, which included two attachments.

Mimi💓 sent a message & two attachments.

Mimi💓:

Mimi💓: here go some pictures to keep you company on your drive goodnight 💗

When I tell you I felt myself getting hard I was hard as a rock I was not letting her get away with this looking all fine and shit.

iMessage 💬 Joshua🖤: no bring that ass back here ain't no going to sleep Mimi Mimi💓: Joshua you tired me out tonight we can talk about this tmr Joshua🖤: hell nah you think you slick huh? Mimi💓: what? Idk what you talkin' about papa Joshua🖤: yk what I gotchu when I see yo' ass again you hear me? Mimi💓: mhm loud and clear Josh Joshua🖤: goodnight little girl Mimi💓: nighhht🫶🏽💋

I couldn't help but laugh at myself, shaking my head as I realized she was driving me a little crazy. I set my phone on the charger and settled into bed, taking a moment to get comfortable and adjust myself.

She was going to be mine again and I stand on that shit.

IMPERFECT FOR YOU

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TheShadeRoom: Jey Uso posted on his story with his ex girlfriend #MiyoriJordan on a date 👀👀 did him and her get back together? Stay Tuned In.

jazzyV: ouuuu shit my bestie look good too yeah it's over with for you hoes jonathanfatu: 👀👀 trinity_fatu: OH??? WHEN WAS THIS? jaidaparker_wwe: @ uceyjucey what the fuck is this shit my nigga? Did you really go back to that slut? jeyusoofan12: WE ARE SO UPPPP usofan654: YESSSS OUR FAVORITE COUPLE ARE BACK I started to not like Jaida fr fr aaron_pierre1: the fuck? She went back to him?

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miyorisworld: Date Night 🙂‍↕️💗 uceyjucey: looking good mamas 😩 miyorisworld: @ uceyjucey thank you papa 🫶🏽 jonathanfatu: so is yall back together or what sis? miyorisworld: @ jonathanfatu 🤫🤫 jazzyV: PERIOD LOOK AT MY BESTIE trinity_fatu: WHATS THE TEA SIS?? miyorisworld: @ trinity_fatu tell you bout it later usofan622: YORI YOU LOOK SO GOOD JAIDA DONT GOT NUN ON YOU MAMAS jaidaparker_wwe: bitch you a slut for someone's man huh? No wonder why you got cheated on twice 😒 miyorisworld: @ jaidaparker_wwe: someone's mad lol 😭😭

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A/n: is Jey going to crash out while being away from Miyori?

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STAY UCEY.

𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

I just... want to see what happens...when Velvette gets a shot at switching Alastor's outfit.

Like, she was going to fight him, but his oldfashioned style pisses her off enough that the Overlord Fashionista just CAN'T. She just CAN'T deal with it.

He's squared up for a battle and suddenly she's like 'no... we can do better' and flicks different attire through. and he's like ????

Sure, he's modelled for Rosie before when she was testing new styles and needed someone tall or uniquely emaciated as many cannibals and cannibettes tended to be... but not like this.

"Excuse me, miss, don't I get a say in this?" he broaches, suddenly more amused than annoyed. Because this audacity was endearing.

"Given you picked that little number out yourself? No. Bad as Vox before I got to him, you just hold on there MP3lord and we'll get you looking modern."

If she wasn't so fascinatingly confident, he'd eat her. And yet...

"Is there any chance you'd be willing to do this somewhere I can't directly see Vox and his arousal staring back at me?"

"His WHA-... Oi, piss off, V! Don't make this weird!"

"But Vel..."

"No, this is a fashion emergency not a striptease, bugger off."

"...FINE."

"Thank you dear. I must say I'm not a fan of whatever the hell this fabric is..."

"It's called denim and it won't kill you, but I'm just guessing about form here. If you got fur on those spindly little legs we'll need to put a muffling layer in there to avoid building up static..."

Alastor gets the impression that this wasn't a five minute thing, and decides to roll wth it. He could escape at any time but... ah, the entertainment value! "Ah well, if you insist."

To get even, he changes her hairstyle and attire to somethign from his era. "Now now, it's only fair..."

No one was prepared for him to walk through the Loby nonchalantly in a Velvette-approved and utterly modern take on his outfit without the slightest hint of anything being unusual.

Husk immediately gets in his face to check his eyes, and is utterly confused when it seems to be Alastor all the way down. "Well fuck me, its not hypnosis... did you lose a bet to Rosie? She'd probably put you in one of her dresses though, based on that last wager..."

"Oh Husker, you are a laugh riot. I was merely in a heated argument with Miss Velvette and she objected to my attire, and refused to fight until she had the chance to share some 'options'. By the time we were finished, there seemed litttle point in the altercation as we''d talked out the matter."

There's a pause. "You own a little cellular devicee that conencts to the internet, can you please explain what on earth the words 'rizzable DILF' means? If I didn't know she wasn't a cannibette, I'd assume her desire was to eat me when she finished this little number."

"I know!" niffty yells as she falls out of the ceiling.

"Niff, DON'T!" Husk lunges for her. "Little help?" he growls at Angel, who is howling with laughter and slamming his fist on the bartop in mirth.

"Sure... congrats Smiles, looks like ya adoption of Charlie went through 'cause Vel thinks you're a DILF... which stands for-..."

Niffty is hurled at his head and wraps around with all her limbs like a very clingy cannonball.

"Well, if no one here will tell me, I shall simply seek out Charlotte or Vagathina-May Twinkletoes the Fifth... perhaps they will know." Alastor shrugs, and heads towards the staff lounge. "Charlotte my dear, I have a question!"

"NO HE DOESN'T!" Husk yells over him.

There's a pause as he obviously locates the young ladies, and then a loud 'WHAT?!" before the radios go haywire.

"Ah fuck, he's gonna be insufferably smug once he calms down..." Husk groans, turning to unlatch Niffty. Angel gasping in air frantically, still giggling.

"Aw man, I'm gonna go full Rizzler on Smiles, see what happens..."

Husk grit his teeth and wondered why he was surrounded by so many idiots that had never met a survival instinct they couldn't ignore, bypass or duck under.

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Things only escalate when Angel flippantly refers to Lucifer as the DILFlord Supreme, which triggers a fight between him and Alastor, vying for a title they didn't really understand or want but couldn't stand the other having.

[drbased]

I know this is one of those niche topics that *may or may not* be an actual issue on radblr but whatever. I just wanted to point this thing out:

This whole thing of 'straight/bi women worship dick and that's why they defend men' thing is just... false. Women in long-failed marriages with no interest in having sex will be the biggest defender of men you've ever seen. Defence of men as individuals and/or a class exist from people of all walks of life - and very, very rarely are these defences of men anything to do with dick. Even the bdsm defenders, the 'sex work' apologists - these women aren't really thinking about dick, about getting men off. Even the women who are actively thinking about how much they like dick are not defending men because of that. Even the women who you could most feasibly say are 'obsessed with dick' aka are 'hypersexual', we as feminists recognise to be self-harming through sex and thus are, once again, not specifically motivated by dick itself. Defence of men has much much more to do with the psychological comfort of the woman than anything else, just as all defences of the status quo are - she has a 'need', just as we all do, to believe that everything is just fine in society the way it is: that we're all just messy individuals who make mistakes, and that our behaviours as a class don't require any deeper examination.

What does happen, though - and whilst this may seem like a minor nitpick, it's a necessary one in order to deconstruct these patriarchal narratives - is that desire to sleep with men/desire to partner with men (which, I would like to point out, whilst having desiring sex as a typical pre-requisite, also stands on its own as something women will choose much more often than sex itself) is what leads to regular close proximity with men and subsequent lesser proximity to other woman. And regardless of what we as women want to believe about ourselves, patriarchal conditioning has us programmed to seek male approval, and we vastly increase our empathy towards men at the expense of women, ourselves included. Sex and romance are often if not entirely the catalysts to defence of men, but they're very, very rarely even the core motivator.

We know this, because men are perfectly capable of sleeping with women who they don't care about at all. To assume that women who are defending men are 'dick obsessed' means buying into narrative that women are uniquely emotionally tied to sex in a way that men aren't - that sex does something to our brains that it doesn't do to men. And whilst there is possibility that there's some truth to that - sexual intercourse especially provides a unique danger to a woman that it doesn't for men - any attempt to 'prove' this is massively outweighed by a body of feminist theory and evidence pointing towards socialisation as a huge contributing factor towards sexual behaviour and attitudes. And there is huge patriarchal motivation in claiming that women, who represent the base animalistic nature that tempts men away from civilsed humanity, naturally have an obsessive and self-destructive attitude towards dick - the primary organ that differentiates maleness from femaleness and therefore men have made into the the most important thing in the universe.

Men are obsessed with dick much more than any woman is - they're the ones who make all media sexual, they're the ones who downplay romance and friendship as reasons to interact with women, they're the ones drawing dicks in their own bathroom stalls, they're the ones watching women make another man's penis ejaculate in pornography. Freud infamously claimed that women are obsessed with dick because we don't have one - and frankly, it's the most logical next step in your ideological position when you're obsessed to the point of existential terror about the dick that you have. Men construct this symbolic narrative about some fundamental pseudo-spiritual power that the penis has in order to downplay the demonstrable material power of the female reproductive system, and then become obsessive over the narrative because it routinely fails to live up to reality. The worst men will fall deeper and deeper into this obsession, claiming that there must be something inherently evil about women, because their relationship with their own dick doesn't give them the internal sense of peace with the universe that symbolic narratives are sold to us as providing. Discomfort/cognitive dissonance is exactly what fuels all obsession, but unlike other forms of sunk cost fallacy this is a narrative that's built into our culture itself, leaving men in constant existential turmoil - they are continuously told they're important in an existentially anxious culture, and so do not have any alternate method to process the world.

Patriarchy lies to you. The thing about narratives, especially culturally-embedded ones, is that they're self-sustaining - they exist in their own psychological ecosystem, separate from material reality, closed off at all ends with thought-terminating cliches. The nature of lies is that they lack depth. The nature of symbolic thought is that its self-sustaining rhetoric gives it some sense of profundity. Our brains want to seek truth, but not too hard. We want, more than anything, to feel that symbolic sense that we have it all figured out in the face of a confusing universe. The fact that these symbolic narratives are completely divorced from reality is exactly what makes them so compelling. The nature of being 'divorced from reality' means that symbolic narratives do not follow the real-world model of cause and effect, and so are divorced from morality and empathy, and contain all manner of contradictions. The appeal of this is that the symbolic narrative speaks some inherent 'truth' that material reality cannot live up to. The fact that there are all these contradictions involved in believing such a concept gives it some sort of heady 'faux complexity' - as does all symbolic thought - that essentially fills in the gaps for real-world complexity, which is where that sense of profundity comes from. But profundity is just a feeling - a symbolic feeling.

This effect is increased tenfold when these are narratives presented to us by the dominant culture. We process the world through each other, and no matter how 'out there' your ideological/political position is, your brain is always going to want to find shortcuts back to the dominant narrative to bolster your own psychological comfort - to fall back on 'everybody thinks this' as fodder for your inescurity that what you personally believe might not meet some objective truth. These beliefs and feelings entirely exist within our own minds, and that is existentially terrifying to us. We want to believe that our beliefs exist outside of us - that we're not responsible for them, and as such there is some objective nature to 'truth' that exists outside of us. So the convoluted nature of symbolic thought is given another pillar to stand on - that these 'facts' feel true but cannot be fully explained adds to the sense that we are merely using our tiny fallible and finite minds to tap into sense sense of infinite objectivity that exists outside of us.

Patriarchy is the oldest and most widespread/embedded symbolic narrative throughout all of recorded human history. Even the most hardened feminist cannot be immune to it because it's how we're all raised to process reality itself. Deconstructing that entirely is essentially impossible. We all speak the language of patriarchy - not just literally, in the sense that we call women 'sluts' and 'whores' and use phrases like 'boys will be boys' - but also and more broadly/deeply in the sense that we speak in a language that has been constructed to perpetuate this symbolic construction of reality. When someone calls a woman a 'slut', they're literally speaking a word constructed by patriarchy, but they're also buying into its underlying meaning - they're believing that it's a concept that can and does exist. And the thing about language is that we all speak it even when we're not using the exact words. The phrase 'I'm not racist but' is the most classic example of this - people will use all sorts of linguistic work-arounds to communicate ideas that we all implicilty recognise regardless of ever needing to use the literal language. Anti-racist activists have worked hard to popularise the idea that racism is not about your literal, conscious choice of words to achieve a specific chosen effect, but rather a language we all speak - that we have been raised to speak and can't help but speak whether we want to think of ourselves as 'like that' or not. We want to believe that the 'correct' intention can somehow override our basic conditioning - and why wouldn't we? Because that same desire for lack of responsibility for our minds and selfhoods holds just as true in this case: whilst we may want to believe that truth is objective and separate from us, we also like the idea that we could tap into it at any time.

All of this is to say that regardless of whether the person saying them is inside radblr or is trolling from outside, I find it interesting that the terms defaulted to are 'dick worshipper', 'dick obsessed' etc. It speaks to our collective comprehension of this patriarchal language that we know immediately what that means. And the fact that we know what it means at all is dangerous. We all share that collective shorthand, we all process the world through these lies. And I like to stop and say, hold on second, not only is this a lie that can be summed up with 'sluts don't exist', but also deconstruct what it is that even makes it a lie in the first place.