#i know i said this already and then DIDN'T but i will at LEAST get this thing to the edit stage within the week i SWEAR

[theteablogger]

You may have already noted this, but Andy's claims on twitter about being able to understand what his sparrow is saying (and thus sparrow language in general) seem to be ramping up in unbelievability- apparently yesterday the bird was able to communicate that it didn't want its conversation with other sparrows recorded and shared. Andy makes mention of several of his followers who have apparently been having FaceTime calls with the bird. There's at least 5-6 of Andy's followers who consistently comment on the bird updates and show no credulity, expressing how much they want to be able to communicate with the bird like Andy does. It's probably not the biggest deal, but the whole thing has just been giving me an odd vibe. Feels like Andy once again making friends/followers by demonstrating abilities and knowledge no one else has.

Yes, his allegedly deep connection with sparrows has been getting weird for quite a while. He says he can understand some of their language, enough to relay things that the flock outside his house is talking about and things that Nuggie communicates to him. On top of that, Andy has written about things like Nuggie watching movies and musicals and following every emotional beat, to the point of showing the characters his malformed feet to offer encouragement when they're lacking confidence. Andy is anthropomorphizing the hell out of that little bird. Meanwhile, his followers praise him for knowing sparrows better than ornithologists do.

I've lived with a parrot before, for many years, and I bonded very closely with him. I agree that birds are much smarter and more emotionally complex than most people realize. But they're not humans. Their thoughts and feelings are not exactly like ours and we have no way to know exactly what's going on in their heads. Projecting onto them can lead to misunderstandings of their behavior and needs. Andy seems to be taking good care of Nuggie, from what I can tell--bearing in mind that we only have his word for it--but that doesn't mean he's right about everything.

Here's the thread you mentioned:

Here's Andy in November, writing about Nuggie's "phone flock":

Here's a thread from October, featuring Andy's musings on sparrow language. Friendly reminder that he is neither an ornithologist nor a linguist.

Note that at the end, he specifies that he's not Dr. Doolittle and doesn't speak or 100% understand sparrows' language...but he's still claiming a level of understanding that no one else has.

And here's Andy in August, wishing that he could communicate effectively with Nuggie and then having an actual conversation with him:

Those are some awfully complex ideas for a member of a non-human species to understand and respond to appropriately.

I'm not trying to suggest that Andy is forming another cult based around his bird, but like you said, Anon, it's notable that he is once again positioning himself as someone who has a special ability that no one else has. He's also repeating an old pattern in making himself the sole conduit to communicate with someone who holds a great deal of emotional significance for people. Back in the day, it was any of 160+ "others", and later, the DAYDverse/Harry Potter characters; now, it's a rescued sparrow with a disability, whom a lot of people apparently find inspiring.

[starsintheendlessnight]

I'll leave more context here it's long btw so yk

I want to clarify quickly that this is obviously something invented since we know almost nothing about Ctimene in Epic and it is just an idea of ​​mine and aha yk

Ctimene was waiting for Eurylochus for 20 years just like Penelope, I imagine her during these 20 years having an art block due to the lack of inspiration and her muse. Something simple to start with

After the arrival of Odysseus he stayed with his wife in his room for a few days since he wanted to spend time with her and his son. Ctimene wanted to greet Odysseus but he refused since he was not ready to talk to her since he would have to give her the news of Eurylochus' death and he was not prepared for that. Ctimene already feel that something bad had happened but decided to keep hope but found out from Telemachus that her husband died. She was devastated by the news and even more so by the way she found out. Odysseus spoke to Ctimene when she approached him asking for an explanation since he forgot bc he was spending time with Penelope and Telemachus. Odysseus spoke to her privately and explained everything in a totally partial way and apologized for the decisions he had made. Ctimene understood the reason for her brother's decisions but she did not forgive him for sacrificing her husband and for leaving her so aside in a difficult moment.

With Penelope, she was always very close to Ctimene and even more so when their husbands left for war, they were both very VERY close and shared the same pain but after Odysseus arrived it took Penelope days to approach Ctimene and offer her condolences for the death of Eurylochus, she knew that Ctimene was going through a period of mourning but she still couldn't get close to him bc she didn't know how to do it and when she did it was too late, Ctimene felt betrayed by someone who supposedly cared about her but it turned out not to be like that.

Both Penelope and Odysseus left Ctimene aside, they didn't do it with bad intentions of course they just didn't know how to approach her but it still hurt. Her sister-in-law with whom she shared years of pain didn't even say anything to her when she knew she was going through a period of mourning and her brother did the same, it hurt bc they acted as if she wasn't having a bad time. I'm not saying that Penelope and Odysseus should have taken care of her like she was a little baby but the least they said to her was "I'm sorry for your loss, I hope everything gets better" and that was it, they continued with their lives as if nothing had happened while she struggled with the grief of her husband's death, Ctimene just wanted a shoulder to cry on and the two closest people she had left her aside. As if her pain didn't matter.

Bc of this Ctimene lived resentfully for a long time, they left her aside dealing with her grief alone, the only person who came to see her from time to time was Telemachus and when he had his free time. She was upset to the point of even blaming Odysseus for many things that happened before her husband's death (she never blamed him directly like saying it to his face, it was more like thoughts she had when she was really upset).

With this I don't want to make Penelope or Odysseus look like bad people, they didn't know how to approach Ctimene and even though they didn't want to hurt her, they ended up doing it and she won't forgive them for acting like she wasn't going through a difficult time. Again, Ctimene isn't a child but those closest to her didn't even ask her how she felt and it hurts how the people closest to you leave you aside like that and it hurt even more on Penelope's part, so many years together for her to only receive an "I'm sorry about what happened."

Ctimene will never forgive Odysseus for sacrificing her husband and for leaving her aside, she understands what he had to go through, she knows that her brother didn't have a good time those 20 years and that it wasn't a piñata party but that doesn't takes away her pain and no matter how much she understands it, she won't forgive him for it.

She will not forgive Penelope for leaving her aside after Odysseus' arrival, she understands that he is her husband and that she wants to spend time with him but she acted as if their friendship had never existed even though she did not want to show thag, that is how Ctimene experienced it, it felt like a betrayal by someone so close and with whom she shared very personal moments.

With this I do not mean that "live resentful forever and never forgive anyone"

It depends on each one of us if we decide to forgive someone for the harm they caused us, whether it was done with bad intentions or without knowing that they were causing any harm. Ctimene will never forgive them both and that is okay, it is her decision. What is not okay is to live resentful.

Living with resentment only stagnates us more in that pain that torments us, it is okay not to forgive but it depends on us how we deal with the pain. Ctimene at first lived with resentment. She was upset and sad about her husband's death and how others treated her pain as if it were something unimportant, everyone tried to move on except her.

But, within that pain there was something else

I have already spoken to you about the pain of memories, how it hurts to remember that important person, those moments that we cannot repeat and that part of our identity that was taken from us. But, within that pain there is something beautiful which is appreciation, we appreciate those moments, those people who were with us and the impact they had on our lives and identity.

Ctimene had realized that she could not continue living resentfully and she realized that maybe, just maybe she could create something beautiful with her art. She remembered Eurylochus with pain but began to remember him more with appreciation, being inspired again and trying to keep his memory with her, she realized that she was not alone, there were more than 500 families who were also devastated, families who also waited for 20 years for the arrival of a loved one who unfortunately will never return. She used her art to tell the story of those men who did not manage to return home and with the help of Odysseus! Yes, she will never forgive him it is true but they both learned to live with it, Ctimene created pieces of art so that everyone would remember her husband and his comrades. Which honestly seems like a very nice idea to me.

I hope you understand what I mean and I am sorry this is too long 😭🙏

[cannibal-walleye]

First Meeting

"You guys shoulda seen it!" Impulse proclaimed loudly, tail swinging wildly with excitement. "I mean, Tango was great, but the lead singer—" The demon whistled.

"That good, huh?" Gem asked with a look that promised teasing should Impulse say much more.

He didn't heed the warning. "Yes, that good! I wish you guys had come; it actually blew me away. Like, the drums and piano blended perfectly, and so many of the songs made me want to start dancing right then and there," he gushed, pausing only for a moment to take a sip from his water bottle.

Scott, meanwhile, waved his phone at him, the screen displaying a pink heart that was on fire. "This is the same Heart Foundation you saw, right?"

"You found their insta already!" the demon beamed, reaching to grab it before the blizz snatched the phone away, blizz rods whirling happily.

"A'course I did, I am a professional. We need to do as much research as we can on your new crush before he can have our approval," Scott teased, scrolling through photos and posts.

"It's not a crush," he pouted, though he didn't bother with defending the claim against Gem's snort.

The warden peeked over Scott's shoulder, watching the photos fly past. "You said he's an angel, right?" she asked, glancing back at Impulse. She picked up her cocktail, taking a sip while the demon replied.

"Yeah, an angel. He's got these massive white wings, plus little pink ones on the sides of his head—though, I don't know if that was the lighting or dye or natural. Either way, they matched his suit perfectly, I didn't know it was possible for someone to look so good in hot pink! And- and! He's absolutely jacked, his arms were like the barrel of a cannon—and his hair also had hot pink streaks in it, and-"

"Like this?" Scott cut him off before he could ramble more, showing a photo of the angel, his arm slung around Tango as both of them laughed at the camera. He wasn't wearing the pink suit, just a tank top and sweats, but damn, if he didn't look just as hot, scars and muscles on full display.

Impulse's tail curled happily, a purr rumbling in his chest. "Yes, that's him! What does it say? Is his name on there, any other info about their next performance—though, I could just ask Tango when I see him-"

"You don't even know his name?" Gem interrupted, incredulous.

"I was distracted, okay?" he tried to defend, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks. "I was taking a video for Tango while he was introducing everyone, and his voice was just so smooth, I couldn't really focus on the actual words. It's not my fault!"

They just giggled at him, Gem's elbow coming up to prod Scott, who looked up from the phone. Surprise flashed across his face, but it quickly turned to a teasing grin to match Gem's.

"You were distracted, hmm? Too busy eyeing up the hot angel to pay any attention?" the blizz asked, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

"I think so," the warden agreed before Impulse could defend himself. "Enamored with a complete stranger, our little Impy's all grown up~" she teased, eyes narrowing as though daring him to disagree.

He rolled his eyes, taking another long drink from his water; playing earlier had really left him drained, but not quite drained enough to sit out Tango's performance, despite Gem and Scott abandoning him to go get drinks. Impulse sighed happily, the image of the angel silhouetted by the backlighting still fresh in his mind, not to mention the memory of his voice. He'd need to ask the blaze hybrid later how they had met.

"So what if I am?" he argued, hands coming up to rub away the growing flush on his face. "I mean, he's friends with Tango, so he's gotta at least be a chill dude, plus he was so funny during the show, he interacted with the audience perfectly—honestly, Gem, you should be taking notes."

Her mouth fell open in amused shock, while Scott's smirk only deepened. They shared a glance, one that Impulse recognized well enough by now to know that they were categorically not going to drop this any time soon. Not that he cared; he was happy to keep rambling about what an amazing performance the niche band had put on; Impulse could recognize good music when he heard it.

"I don't know, I think you might be a tad biased," the blizz said, the frosty sparkle in his eyes refusing to disappear given Impulse's enthusiasm.

Gem nodded. "Definitely. You just think he's hot, you want to find a quiet spot where you two can kiss and-"

"Gem!" Impulse interrupted, flush deepening at the implications. "I don't even know if he likes guys," he retorted, wilting a little at the thought. Not that it mattered; he didn't know the guy, it's not like he'd somehow end up in a situation where hooking up was even possible.

"I dunno..." Scott drawled, eyes shifting to glance over the demon's shoulder. He grinned again at Impulse's embarrassment. "I feel like he'd be open to that sort of thing."

"And how would you know?" he snapped back, suddenly very self-conscious, as though the two of them were in on a joke that he didn't get. They did love to tease him, and it wasn't often that Impulse got a crush—not that this was a crush!

Gem just snorted while Scott waved the phone. "Instagram," he answered shortly, still smirking.

"But you didn't even answer the question!" the warden accused, taking another drink.

"What question?"

"Would you kiss him if you could?"

"Gem-" he tried to argue, hiding his blush with a hand again.

"Just answer! You never tell us about your love life, it's only fair," she insisted, giving him an intense and expecting look, one that warned against any arguing.

"I don't know him," the demon sputtered. "I guess I would, but I'd want to get to know him first, maybe take him out to dinner..." he trailed off, eyebrows furrowed at the thought. It really wasn't all that unrealistic that Impulse could meet the angel, since Tango could introduce them. But the odds of the guy actually being interested in anything?

"I was going to offer to buy you a drink, but I think it might have to be the other way around," came a deep voice from behind him.

The demon nearly jumped out of his skin.

Right in front of him was the angel, in the flesh, very close up and personal and—fuck, he was even hotter in person, suit torn at the sleeves and unbuttoned at the top, showing off his arms and chest. He was leaning against the bar, a stereotypical smolder painting his features, blue eyes dark as they looked the demon up and down.

Impulse short circuited.

He was stammering something, but he wasn't sure what—a greeting? An apology? How much had the angel heard, did he think Impulse was weird, did he-

"I'm asking if I can buy you a drink," the angel clarified, smirk fading into a more serious expression as he repeated the offer.

"I, uh-" The demon's mouth went dry. "I can't, I have to drive later," he answered weakly, brain still not catching up to the fact that the guy was hitting on him.

"No, you don't," Gem denied cheerily, the smile in her voice clear even though Impulse's back was turned. "We'll get an uber. Go have fun, enjoy yourself~"

He looked back up at the angel, who was now giving him the sweetest, most encouraging smile, and swallowed thickly. He nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I- I'd love a drink," he managed, still unbearably flustered, tail curling in on itself.

The man grinned, the wings on his head puffing up happily—that's adorable—as he offered an arm to the demon.

Impulse took it, letting the angel lead him away to order drinks.

"Just be back by hotel checkout at ten tomorrow!" Scott called after them.

---

So that's their first meeting! I also want to write Skizz's first impression of Impulse and his pov of this encounter at some point, and potentially even extend the scene a little further when we see him ;)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! And if there's any questions about anyone in this au, feel free to drop an ask <3

[keraawrites]

Every good girl needs a lil thug 𝜗𝜚

Summary: Dealer Eren AU, Eren tells everyone your his woman, even if he never officially asked you and maybe your getting tired of the uncertainty. ۶ৎ Eren x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: A little angsty, use of the word nigga, pet names (Daddy, baby, mama, ma etc) drug use, alcohol use, car sex, cowgirl, make up sex, choking,kind of possessive Eren (?)

Word count — 6.4k {I didn't expect it to be this long}

Your nails tapped against the keys of your MacBook, the soft clack filling the quiet of the library. Your black-rimmed glasses sat perched on your nose as you switched between your textbook and the half-written essay on your screen, perfectly focused.

It was a early Friday evening, and most students were already slipping into weekend mode—either scrambling to finish assignments last minute or just skipping the effort altogether. But you were different. You had goals. A full-ride scholarship didn’t keep itself, and you weren’t about to start slipping now.

Everyone on campus knew you were that girl—the straight-A student, always turning in assignments early. The type who had professors wrapped around her finger and a résumé that could humble anyone.

So, naturally, it surprised people when they found out who you spent most of your time with.

Because if you were the campus good girl—the golden standard—then Eren Yeager was the opposite.

He was that guy. The one who had been selling on campus since freshman year, the one who professors side-eyed but never caught, the one who moved through life like it was his for the taking. A bad habit you never could quite shake.

And yet, despite all of that, everyone knew what it was.

You belonged to him. Even if he’d never said it.

The iced pistachio latte sitting next to you had long since watered down, forgotten in favour of deciphering the never-ending debate between nature and nurture. But just as you started getting in the zone, your phone buzzed against the desk.

Then it buzzed again.

And then, the real interruption—your phone started ringing.

You sighed, already knowing who it was before you even looked at the screen. A small, involuntary smile tugged at your lips as you picked up.

"Yes Eren."

“Where you at?” His voice came through the speaker, smooth but with that usual edge of impatience. You could hear the low hum of music in the background.

“The library,” you replied, stretching your arms over your head. “Some of us actually care about midterms, you know.”

Eren chuckled, deep and amused. “Damn, you always tryna make me feel dumb or somethin’?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at your lips. “I’m just saying, you could be studying too instead of—”

“Instead of making money?” he cut in, voice teasing but smug. “C’mon, princess, you know that essay ain’t finna keep you warm tonight.”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. Eren had this way of slipping into your head, making you forget whatever self-discipline you were trying to cling to. You and Eren had this thing going since Freshman year, you both juniors in college now and even though he wasn’t technically your boyfriend and you weren't technically his girlfriend, he was your man as much as you were his woman.

“I need to finish this paragraph at least,” you muttered, already knowing you’d fold.

Eren hummed like he wasn’t buying it. “Mmm. I'm outside.”

And with that, he hung up. No goodbye, no waiting for you to agree—because he knew you would.

You exhaled sharply, shutting your laptop with a soft thud. Sliding your glasses off and packing up your things, you tossed your cold latte in the trash and slung your coach tote over your shoulder.

When you stepped outside, the fall air was crisp, wrapping around you as your eyes scanned the parking lot. Sure enough, there he was—leaned against his black Charger, a joint tucked behind his ears.

Eren's eyes watched as you walked out of the library, your purple juicy couture tracksuit hugged your curves nicely, the colour blending in perfectly with your mocha skin tone, your bag slung over your shoulder as your hair was pulled into a slick back pony.

Eren loved it when you wore the things he got you, yes you had your own money but that didn't mean he couldn't spoil you every now and again.

"I like spoiling my woman" he always told you and you always hit back with a "Technically not your woman'. He would always kiss his teeth when you told him some shit like that always telling you not to play with him.

Eren smirked down at you, his 6 foot 3 frame towering over you as you tiptoed up to give him a quick kiss on the lips. Sliding into the passenger seat of Eren’s Charger as he opened the door for you, like he always did. You got comfortable as he flicked his lighter, taking a slow drag from his joint before passing it to you. The familiar scent of weed and his cologne filled the car, wrapping around you like a second skin.

His hand sliding up your thigh before shifting gears and pulling off. The drive to your apartment was quiet, save for the low bass of his playlist and the occasional back-and-forth about your classes, which he only half-listened to. He always did that—acted like he didn’t care, but asked just enough questions to let you know he was listening.

Once you stepped inside your apartment, the familiar warmth of your space wrapped around you, the scent of vanilla candles lingering in the air. You tossed your bag onto the couch and flopped down, stretching across the cushions. Eren sat on the floor between your legs, leaning against the couch as he started up his PlayStation.

He always left it there like he owned the place. In a sense, he did; he always gave you money for your bills even when you told him that you could pay your own way, but again, that didn't stop him.

The air around you two was calming, your fingers traced lazy circles against his scalp, your fresh set dragging lightly as he focused on the game. The room was dim, the soft glow of the TV flickering across his sharp features. He was so at ease like he had all the time in the world.

Meanwhile, you could feel everything.

Weed always had you feelin’ soft, needy in a way you couldn’t ignore. It had you noticing the warmth of his skin, the way his hoodie had bunched up just enough to expose his toned stomach, the way he sat between your legs like he belonged there.

Without thinking, you leaned down, pressing your lips against the side of his neck.

Eren’s fingers froze on the controller. "Damn, ma," he muttered, tilting his head slightly to let you in. "Now you wanna act up?"

You hummed against his skin, your lips traveling lower, kissing along his jaw. His breath hitched slightly, but he didn’t stop you. He never did.

His hands slid up your thighs, gripping gently as you moved lower, biting at his pulse point. "You high high, huh?" he teased, voice rougher now.

"Maybe," you admitted, your fingers slipping under the hem of his hoodie, feeling the warmth of his skin.

Eren exhaled slowly, like he was trying to keep his composure. But the way he gripped your legs told you he wasn’t unaffected. "You always do this," he murmured, voice low. "Get a lil' faded, start actin’ like you can’t keep your hands off me."

You smirked, as you continued your work. His groans becoming more vocal as your lips made the way to the sensitive part under his ear. His fingers world against your legs, sliding higher and higher, and just as he turned slightly to pull you fully into his lap— His phone buzzed. Again. And again.

You tried to ignore it, focusing on the warmth of his skin. But his phone continued to go off, kissing his teeth he sat up, sighing through his nose, you already knew what was coming.

You exhaled sharply as he reached for his phone, your fingers slipping from beneath his hoodie.

"Who is it?" you asked, even though you already knew.

“Gotta make a stop,” Eren muttered, rubbing his thumb over his lip as he read his messages. “Some people want a pick-up at that party over on 5th.”

The warmth from moments ago cooled instantly. You leaned back against the couch, arms crossing over your chest as you stared at the tv, screen paused on the game he was playing.

Eren noticed the shift in your mood immediately. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Nah, don’t do that," he muttered, twisting to look at you.

You sighed, picking at your nails. "I just… thought we were gonna chill."

He frowned slightly, like the thought genuinely hadn’t crossed his mind. "I was chillin’—you’re the one who started somethin’." His lips curved slightly. "Not that I’m complainin’."

You shot him a look, unimpressed. It wasn’t even that you were mad, exactly. You knew who he was, what he did, and what came with it. But still, it stung a little that he was so quick to get up and go when you barely had any time together.

Eren sighed, stretching as he stood up. "Look, come with me. Party’s probably lit. You might as well."

You hesitated but ultimately shook your head. "Nah, I’m good."

Eren studied you for a second, he leaned down to give you a quick kiss. Feeling sour, you turned your head but that didn't stop him. Gripping your cheeks tightly, he brought your face close to his.

"Stop with the attitude, I'll be back soon." He kissed you, giving your face another quick squeeze before he was out the door.

You didn’t even realise how much time had passed. The blunt you had smoked, long forgotten as your eyes laid heavy, the soft base of your R&B mix playing in the background.

Before you could get to the point of your high paranoia, the sound of your phone vibrating against the coffee table broke your thoughts.

You grabbed it lazily, assuming it was Eren texting some half-assed “be back soon” message. But instead, the group chat with Mikasa and Sasha lit up your screen.

📲 Mikasa: Heard Eren left your ass again.

📲 Sasha: LMAOOO figures.

📲 You: Can y’all be serious for ONCE.

📲 Mikasa: We are serious. You’re sitting in your apartment pissed off and high while he’s at a party.

📲 Sasha: And you know he’s gonna be getting hit on.

You rolled your eyes, even though you had thought about that part.

📲 You: What do you bitches want?

📲 Mikasa: We’re outside.

📲 Sasha: Open up.

Your eyebrows shot up. You tossed your phone onto the couch and rushed to the door, pulling it open.

Sure enough, Mikasa and Sasha were on your doorstep, looking smug as hell.

"Y’all are insane," you said, stepping back to let them in.

Mikasa barely glanced at you as she walked inside, her tight black leather pants fit her like a glove and she paired it off with a black plunge crop top.

"We’re getting you out of here."

Sasha grinned, already making herself at home on your couch, the doughnut in her hand didn't go unnoticed as you gestured for her to give you a piece.

"You don’t really wanna sit here all night, do you?"

You grumbled as you took another bite from the sweet treat. "I wasn’t gonna—"

"Please." Sasha waved you off. "You were about to scroll TikTok and fall asleep."

Mikasa smirked. "Meanwhile, Eren is at a party, surrounded by girls who don’t care that he’s technically yours."

Your jaw clenched. Technically.

"This is your brother we're talking about." You had met Eren originally through Mikasa; she was your roommate freshman year and introduced Eren to you as her brother. The dark haired girl quickly told you how she was adopted into the family when they were young and has referred to the green-eyed boy as her brother ever since.

"Yes and if my brother doesn't know that when he has a good girl he must keep her then I don't know what our parents taught him."

Sasha clapped her hands. "Soooo, let’s remind him exactly who you are."

You rolled your eyes at the two before heading up to your room, the speakers began blaring with Doechii as the two sorted through your wardrobe.

You perched yourself on the ottoman in front of your vanity, your hair, already straightened from earlier was easy to style. In no time it was in a half-up, half-down pony, the lace of your frontal melting into your skin.

You gathered your makeup, taking your time as you started with your base. The foundation melted into your skin like butter, smooth and effortless, enhancing what was already there.

You quickly finished up, dousing yourself in that vanilla spray that always drove him wild before you turned to your bed, an outfit waiting for you.

Your brows rose as you noticed the dress that lay against your sheets. "He's never seen me in this."

Mikasa scoffed, "Figured, seeing as it's still got the tag on it and how short it is."

You remembered when you bought it; Eren had given you money for your nails and a mini shopping spree a couple weeks ago. The dress was gorgeous and you wanted to surprise him in it but never got the chance.

"So what'd you think?" You bit your lip, trying not to ruin your gloss as your thoughts raced through your head.

"Why the fuck not."

The house was packed.

Music rattled the floors, bass shaking the walls as bodies pressed together in the dim, neon-lit space. The air was thick with weed and cheap booze, the kind of mix that blurred the edges of the night, made everything feel a little slower, a little easier.

Eren leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the couch, fingers lazily scrolling through his phone. The notifications on his screen were meaningless. Random names, new orders, people trying to talk to him. But not you.

The last time he saw you, you were warm and needy in his lap, nails dragging over his chest, lips soft and sweet against his jaw, begging for his attention.

And he left.

Not because he wanted to.

But because when people hit his line, he handled business. That’s just how it was.

Didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about you.

Eren barely registered Connie saying something next to him, some joke that made the others laugh. He forced a small smirk, flicking ash from his blunt as he exhaled a slow, heavy cloud of smoke.

But his mind was elsewhere.

"Hey, Eren."

The voice was familiar, laced with an unwelcome sweetness that had him clenching his jaw before he even turned his head.

Historia.

Connie smirked knowingly from beside him, shaking his head like he had front-row seats to the bullshit that was about to unfold.

Eren sucked his teeth, dragging from his blunt before exhaling slow. "Historia."

His eyes barely flickered in her direction, just enough to take in the skimpy outfit—the clear attempt at getting his attention. He was unimpressed.

Didn’t matter how much she tried.

Didn’t matter that they had one night together at some party years ago before he met you.

Historia never really understood that he wasn’t interested. And worse? She refused to take the hint.

She perched herself onto the couch beside him, leaning in a little too close, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her fingers like it was some cute little accident.

"You’ve been busy," she purred. "Haven't seen you in months."

Eren exhaled sharply through his nose, tapping his blunt over the ashtray. "You don’t need to see me."

The blonde giggled, ignoring the obvious dismissal. "Oh, come on. You’re not still mad about all that, are you?"

"Mad?" Eren smirked, finally turning to her. His green eyes were sharp, a dangerous kind of amusement flickering behind them. "I don’t think about you enough to be mad."

Historia’s smile wavered. Just slightly.

Connie stifled a laugh beside him.

Eren barely paid her another glance, before Connie got his attention.

"Oh, you're not gonna like this," Connie muttered, nudging him.

Eren’s brows furrowed. "The fuck you talking about?"

Connie didn’t answer. Just tilted his chin toward the kitchen, toward the center of the attention shift that had swept through the room.

Eren followed his gaze—

And his stomach fucking dropped.

Fuck.

There you were.

Looking so goddamn good it made his jaw tighten, made his grip flex around the blunt between his fingers.

You were perched against the kitchen island, head tilted back, laughing at something Jean was saying—his hand way too damn close to your hip for Eren’s liking.

And the dress—where the fuck did you get that dress?

Fuck, fuck, fuuckkkkk.

It was short. Short enough to make his chest tighten, to make his blood boil. It hugged every inch of your body in a way that had heads turning—too many heads.

Eren bit down on his lower lip, tongue flicking over his teeth as he felt something hot and possessive crawl up his spine.

He could already hear the shit he was about to say to you when he got you alone. Could already feel his hands on your hips, gripping, marking, reminding you exactly who you belonged to.

"You're still dealing with that slut?"

The sound of Historia’s voice snapped his attention back, sharp and sudden.

Eren kissed his teeth, his jaw going tight as he turned toward her, gaze dark.

"Watch your fucking mouth."

Historia shrank back slightly but rolled her eyes, mumbling something under her breath. Eren was already over it.

He pushed himself up from the couch, blunt still balanced between his fingers, but he didn’t head toward you just yet.

Because he was pissed.

But he was also intrigued.

You were playing with him.

That dress. The makeup. That perfume he knew you were wearing—the vanilla one he fucking loved. Here, surrounded by guys who had way too much confidence in his absence.

Your glittery lip gloss caught the low light of the room as you took a slow sip of your drink, lashes fluttering as you side-eyed him through the crowd.

His fingers twitched.

He wanted to let his hands wander, drag up your thighs, lift that stupidly short dress just to prove a point—

Jean leaned in a little closer, saying something low in your ear.

Eren saw the way you smiled, soft and teasing.

And that was it.

The brunette pushed off the wall, exhaling sharply as he made his way toward you.

He barely heard Jean still talking beside you. The other man was laughing, leaning in close, and that—that was already too much.

"Erm, sir, you better behave yourself, or Mikasa will string you up."

You laughed, shaking your head at Jean’s attempt at flirting—his well-practiced, half-serious effort. You knew damn well his heart was set on Mikasa, had been for years, but he just couldn’t bring himself to make a move.

Jean grinned, opening his mouth to reply—

But he never got the chance.

Brushing past him, Eren slammed his shoulder into Jean’s so forcefully it nearly knocked him off balance.

"Hey, man, what the—”

Jean barely got the words out before Eren’s presence swallowed the space between you.

That scent—his scent—hit you before you could even turn your head. The familiar, dangerously intoxicating mix that smelled like home. It was the same scent that lingered on your pillows, in the oversized hoodie he left behind, the one you swore you weren’t attached to—but never gave back.

Your heart stuttered.

Standing in front of you, towering over you, broad shoulders squared, muscles tense beneath his fitted black tee. His jaw was tight, lips pressed together in that signature Eren scowl.

But it was his eyes that got you.

Darkened, sharp, the color of a sea before a storm.

They didn’t just look at you—they devoured you.

You tilted your head slightly, feigning complete oblivion to the tension crackling between you.

Raising a brow, you spoke first. "Hey."

Eren didn’t blink. "What you doing here?"

You tilted your drink to your lips, taking a slow sip, letting the seconds stretch.

Then, with a shrug, "Having a good time, obviously. You were right, party is lit.”

You felt the tick in Eren’s jaw before you saw it. His eyes flickered, dropping down to your thighs.

"Yeah?" His voice was deceptively calm, but the way his fingers flexed at his sides told another story. "With him?"

His chin jerked slightly toward Jean.

Jean, to his credit, held his ground. He didn’t back away, didn’t fold, but you could feel the shift.

You smirked, tilting your head slightly. "You left, didn’t you?"

Eren's eyes narrowed. "You know why I left." Yeah, to sell drugs, which seemed to be more important than you, so you weren't gonna make it easy for him.

"Don't you have some people to sell to?" You didn't give him a chance to reply because you were already off, the announcement of beer pong was made and you dragged Sasha with you.

Eren felt his eyes twitch, his blood boiling as he watched you walk away from him in that damn dress.

You felt your heart beat against your chest, the adrenaline from the blunt you guys had smoked on the way still coursing through your veins.

You had left Eren to stew in his feelings. You knew you would fall into his arms later tonight but not without making your point-- you weren't gonna be just a ‘technically’ anymore, and he better know it.

The laughter left your lips, your high making you feel like you were on top of the world as you and Sasha won the round of beer pong. Your eyes searched the crowd unconsciously for him and it wasn't hard for you to find his piercing green eyes already watching you.

You felt the dip in your stomach, his eyes watching you before he gestured for you to follow him. He got up, brushing past people who tried to get his attention but he was already out the door.

You felt hot, you swallowed softly before downing the tequila shot that Sasha had left for you. You brushed and weaved between drunken bodies, you couldn't subdue the underlying feelings of anxiety that swelled in your chest. You didn't know what to expect, but you knew one thing for certain, you were gonna give Eren a piece of your mind tonight.

You finally made it outside, your eyes landing on Eren who leaned up against his charger. You released a breath you didn't even realise you were holding, shaking yourself of your jittery nerves as you approached him.

Rolling your eyes, you climbed into his Charger, the familiar scent of cologne, weed, and leather swallowing you whole.

The tension inside the car was thick, suffocating.

You weren’t looking at him. Not even a glance. Instead, your fingers tapped aimlessly against your phone screen, scrolling through nothing just to keep yourself busy. Just to keep yourself from breaking first.

You barely heard him kiss his teeth before the phone was snatched from your hands.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Your head snapped toward him, fire instantly flaring in your chest. “Nah, don’t do that shit. Don’t sit here acting like you got a reason to be mad when—”

He cut you off, voice sharp. “You really gon’ come here, dressed like that, act like you don’t see me, treat me like I’m one of those little boys?”

Your blood boiled. "Eren—"

“Nah, fuck that.” His fingers flexed tighter around your phone like he was this close to throwing it out the damn window. “You know damn well not to play me like that.”

“And you know damn well not to talk to me like that, Eren.” Your voice was low, firm, laced with the anger that had been simmering in your chest all damn night.

His grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white as he pulled away from the curb, driving with that reckless kind of speed that mirrored exactly how he was feeling.

But you weren’t scared.

You were tired.

Tired of this damn game.

Tired of the way he made you question everything.

Tired of knowing what this was, feeling what this was, but never hearing it from him.

You stared out the window, arms crossed over your chest, heart pounding. You didn’t even know where the hell he was driving—somewhere dark, somewhere quiet, away from the house party and the bullshit.

Then, he was pulling over. Throwing the car into park, exhaling sharply like he was trying to get himself together but failing miserably.

Silence stretched between you.

“…Mama.”

His voice was different now. Softer.

Your breath hitched.

Your throat tightened.

You sniffed, and that’s when you realised—fuck. You were crying.

You hadn’t even noticed. Hadn’t felt the tears until they were already sliding down your cheeks, hot and angry and full of everything you’d been trying to hold in.

Eren cursed under his breath. “Shit.”

You turned your head, wiping at your face quickly, trying to hide. But Eren wasn’t having it.

He reached over, unbuckling your seatbelt, his touch surprisingly gentle for how frustrated he’d been just moments ago. Then his hands were on your face—thumbs brushing over your cheeks, wiping away the tears like it hurt him to see them.

He hated himself for putting them there.

“Baby,” he murmured, shaking his head. “Talk to me.”

You wanted to.

Wanted to lay it all out, make him feel every ounce of the doubt, the hurt, the longing you felt every time he left you in limbo. Every time he acted like he owned you, but never actually claimed you.

But your voice wouldn’t work.

Wouldn’t come out past the lump in your throat.

Eren’s breath was heavy, his fingers gripping your jaw as his forehead pressed against yours. “I got you, aight? Always.”

And for once, you needed to hear more.

Because that wasn’t enough anymore.

"Didn't think this shit would get to me, Eren, but it is—"

Your voice broke mid-sentence, frustration bubbling over as your hands curled into fists on your lap.

Eren's face was tight, his breath uneven as he leaned in closer, eyes searching yours. “What, baby? Talk to me. What’s going on?”

"Us, Eren!" Your voice cracked. “If you could even call it an ‘us.’”

His brows furrowed, jaw tightening like he already knew where this was going but still wasn’t ready to hear it.

“I haven't looked at another nigga since I met you," you continued, voice shaking. "And I know you don't fuck with these other hoes, but Eren, it hurts."

His chest rose sharply at that.

"It hurts that I'm still questioning if we're solid,” you pressed, voice thick with emotion. “It hurts that I don’t even know where I stand with you. It hurts that you’d rather do drops than spend time with me—”

"That's not true, Y/N—"

"Isn't it?" you snapped, eyes shining as you met his gaze.

Eren fell silent.

You let out a choked laugh, shaking your head as you wiped angrily at your face, black mascara smearing against your fingers. Your lips trembled, the weight of everything crushing down on you all at once.

“I be defending you like a dumbass, making excuses for you,” you sniffed, voice quieter now, “telling myself you’re busy, that you got shit to handle—but you always got time for them fucking drops, don’t you?”

Eren inhaled sharply, fingers curling into his hoodie.

You exhaled shakily, voice barely above a whisper. “I just—I don’t know if you’re ever gonna choose me, Eren. Not just when it’s convenient, not just when you’re in the mood—but really choose me.”

Silence.

Thick. Heavy.

“Fuck.”

Eren’s voice was strained, barely audible. His head dropped for a second, fingers gripping the back of his neck like he was trying to hold himself together.

He turned to you. Hand cupping your cheek, fingers sliding beneath your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Nah, baby, don’t say that,” he murmured, voice raw. “You are my choice. You been my choice.”

Your breath hitched.

“I was just too fuckin’ stupid to say it,” he admitted, shaking his head, green eyes dark and serious. “Too fuckin’ comfortable thinking you already knew.”

Your lashes fluttered, heart squeezing as his thumb brushed away the mascara streaks on your cheeks.

“Y/N, you’re my world,” he murmured. “All this shit? This hustle? It don’t mean shit without you. I was out here moving like I had all the time in the world to show you, when really?” His breath came out heavy. “I shoulda been making it clearevery fucking day.”

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

“I shoulda told you from jump,” Eren continued, leaning in until his forehead was nearly against yours, his hand warm against your face. “You are my girl. You been my girl. No more guessing, no more waiting, no more thinking I’ma let you go ‘cause that shit’s never happening.”

Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time, for a different reason.

“Baby,” he breathed, fingers sliding down to your chin. “I got you. I see you. And I love you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Eren pulled back just enough to search your face, his own filled with an aching kind of sincerity. “Say something, ma. Please.”

Your lip quivered. "You love me?"

He let out a low chuckle, the sound soft, almost disbelieving. “Yeah, baby. More than you fucking know.”

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

And that’s when you lost it.

You didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t let another second pass where you weren’t on him.

You surged forward, crashing your lips against his, hands threading into his soft brown hair, tugging hard.

Eren groaned into your mouth, his hand immediately gripping your waist, his other palm cupping the back of your head as he yanked you even closer.

The kiss was everything.

Soft, but desperate. Sweet, but needy.

His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, making you gasp, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss as his fingers flexed against your skin.

You shifted, moving up onto your knees in the passenger seat, pressing your body against his, feeling his warmth, his presence everywhere all at once.

Eren groaned, his hands sliding down to your thighs, gripping them tight before slipping beneath your dress, fingers pressing into your soft skin.

You whined against his lips, pressing yourself harder against him, needing more.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough, almost strained. “You tryna kill me?”

“Love you too Ren,” you breathed, dragging your lips along his jaw, your kisses turning messy, wet, needy.

Eren’s grip tightened on your thighs, his breath heavy as he let you have your way with him. Let you take what you needed from him.

Because God, he owed you that much.

His tongue parts your lips, exploring the warm cavern of your mouth with a passionate intensity. His hands roam freely over your body now, one tracing delicate patterns on the inside of your thighs.

Every touch is filled with desire and love, Eren had always made you feel special when you guys had sex but this time was different.

“Fuck, baby, wanna do this in your bed—show you how much I love you,” Eren murmurs, his voice low and rough, his lips brushing against your ear.

Your lips trail down his jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin of his throat, leaving faint marks as you shake your head. “Can’t wait, Renny,” you whisper, your voice breathy and filled with need. Your nails scrape against his belt buckle, the sound of metal clinking in the quiet car. “You can show me again later. Need you now. Please, Daddy.”

Eren groans, the sound deep and guttural, vibrating through his chest as his hands move to adjust the seat. With a quick press of the button, the seat reclines, and you giggle softly as he maneuvers you both as you help take off his trousers.

"Anything for you, baby. Take what you need," Eren breathes, his eyes dark with desire as they roam over your form. Your dress rides up your thighs as you roll your hips against him, the deep brown of your skin contrasting beautifully against his pale chest as you bunch up his shirt. Your hands press firmly against his muscles, feeling them flex beneath your touch as you begin to rock against him.

Tiny whimpers left out lips as your clothed clit rocked against him. His hands find the blunt from the cup holder, lighting it up. The smoke curls lazily in the air as he watches you move, mesmerised by the way your body rolls against his, the way your lips part with each breath.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs, his free hand sliding up your thigh, disappearing beneath the hem of your dress. His fingers find the delicate lace of your thong, pulling it aside as he taps your thigh gently. You lift yourself up, the fabric of your dress bunched up around your waist as you guide yourself down onto him.

A deep moan escapes your lips as you take him in, your walls stretching to accommodate him. His hands grip your hips, steadying you as you adjust to the feeling of fullness.

"That's it, ma," he groans, watching as you begin to move, setting a rhythm that has both of you gasping.

The feeling of your walls clenching around him has Eren shuddering, his head falling back against the seat as he groans deeply. His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he tries to steady himself. The sight of you above him—your dress bunched around your waist, your dark skin glowing in the dim light, your lips parted as you adjust to him—has him on the edge already.

You lean forward, your hands pressing against his chest for balance, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms. Slowly, you begin to move, rolling your hips in a deliberate rhythm that has both of you gasping. Eren’s hands slide up your thighs, his touch firm yet reverent, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of you.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, his voice thick with need. “You feel so good.”

You bite your lip, swiveling your hips to take him deeper, the stretch of him making you shiver. His emerald eyes flutter shut for a moment, his jaw clenching as he tries to hold himself back, but the way you move—so confident, so in control—has him unraveling beneath you.

“That’s it,” he groans, his voice low and guttural, as you pick up the pace.

The sound of your bodies moving together fills the car, the leather seat creaking beneath him, the windows fogging even more. His hands slide back to your hips, guiding you as you ride him, his grip firm but not controlling, letting you set the pace.

"So good, fuck," You gasp, each roll of your hips sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Your thighs tremble as you ride him, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs fills the car along with your moans. Eren's hands grip your waist tighter, guiding your movements as you take him deeper.

"Shit, baby," He groans, his voice rough with need as he watches you move above him. The sight of you—lost in pleasure, taking what you need—has him close to the edge. His thumb finds your clit, circling it with just the right pressure.

"Right there, Renny, please!" Your walls clench around him as the pressure builds, your movements becoming more erratic. He took one more drag of his blunt before his other hand slid up your back, pulling you down to shotgun.

He groans as you take what he gives you, moaning softly as you let out the excess smoke before his hand wraps around your throat, bringing your lips down to his.

You squealed into the kiss as his arm wrapped around your waist, his feet planted firmly as he drove up into you with vigour.

"Don't want you to ever question us again. You are mine, gonna get your name on my chest."

"E-eren please."

"Everything I do is for you, will prove it to you for the rest of your life. Never wanna make you cry again unless-- fuck-- unless it's like this." You nodded aimlessly to everything he was saying, your teeth buried into his neck as you approached your orgasm.

"Eren, I'm gonna cum."

You felt his hand tighten around your neck, a silent scream drew past your lips as you felt yourself cum around him.

"There you go mama, fuck-- doing so well for me." He hisses as he still drives up into you. His hands now on your ass as he continues to guide you on his dick.

"Eren." You whine as your hands try to push off his chest. He quickly hand your wrists behind your back, kissing the side of your neck as he chased his own orgasm.

"Just a little more baby, please," he pleads, slowing his thrusts as he knows how sensitive you are after cumming but it still doesn't stop him. He groans from the feel of your pussy constricting, practically begging to swallow him deeper.

The lewd sounds of your pussy fill the car, the tip of his dick kissing that spot before he’s shoving it back in.

"'So fucking good," you moan, your voice a hazy drunken mess as you feel another orgasm approaching.

With a final thrust, you both reach your peak together. Your walls clench around him as pleasure courses through your body, your thighs trembling as you mould into his body. Eren holds you close, pressing soft kisses to your temple as you both come down from your high, your breathing slowly returning to normal.

"You mean it?"

Eren chuckles, his fingers running along the bare of your back. It takes everything in you to lift up your head to meet his eyes but boy are you glad you did.

"Every fucking word. I'm so fucking sorry, you are 100% mine, I love you, everything I do and will do is for you baby. I will never stop telling you." You smile, leaning in to kiss him, hands pressed tightly underneath his shirt.

"You really gonna get my name tatted?"

"Yup, and get you a big 'ol chain with my name written in gold."

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 ©

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact) Klee asking Jean and Eula's S/O when they're to give her a little sister

(Dark Knight and Belmont S/O, respectively)

This request was made in December 4th of 2022...I swear I'm good at answering asks guys.

Jean had S/O accompany her for an outing outside the cities of Mondstadt.

Given S/O's status as a vigilante, they were rarely seen around any heavily populated town, let alone with the Knights of Favonius.

Despite all that happened, Jean still loved S/O, and knew they were fighting for everyone just as hard as she was.

And even within the Knights, many understood that too. And for better or worse, Klee did.

In fact, this outing involved Klee, mostly just to let her "go on a secret mission for Jean". In reality, Klee needed to have some fun, lest she'd get into trouble due to the lack of explosions.

And so, Klee was having fun, skipping around while Jean watched, S/O still clad in their black armor and helmet, the red visor blocking out their face. As per usual, they said nothing in order to "protect their identity", though at this point it was just habit.

(Klee) "Master Jean?"

Jean and S/O turned to Klee, both of them sitting on a nearby log, their hands quietly intertwined with one another.

(Jean) "Klee? What is it?"

(Klee) "Are you and S/O going to have someone else I can play with?"

(Jean) "..."

S/O's helmet silently turned towards Jean, their absence of words speaking volumes, with the Acting Grandmaster being able to see her rising blush in the reflection of their visor.

Jean awkwardly cleared her throat.

(Jean) "Um...Do you mean, bring other children? Because this is official knight business.-"

S/O crossed their arms silently, tilting their head at Jean.

(Jean) "D-Don't look at me like that!"

Klee shook her head in response to Jean's question.

(Klee) "Lisa said that I would get a little sister soon from you and S/O!...But I don't know where Mom is so she can do that-"

(Jean) "Klee!...Let's go cook some lunch, okay?"

(Klee) "Oh! Okay!"

Klee walked off happily, leaving S/O and Jean alone.

To that, S/O took off their helmet to speak, their face just as red as Jean's.

(S/O) "Lisa sure has a sick sense of humor..."

(Jean) "Ugh, at least it wasn't Kaeya."

A brief an awkward silence hung in the air, neither of them sure on how to approach the subject of kids.

Though the silence was broken with S/O laughing, Jean quickly following along letting their hands hold each other once more.

(S/O) "Well, when we're not on a super secret mission of babysitting Klee...We should talk about it."

Jean playfully rolled her eyes before standing up, offering a hand to S/O gently, though the blush didn't leave either of them.

(Jean) "...Perhaps one day, S/O."

Eula was assigned to protect Klee as she went out to gather materials, though she wasn't dumb. It was just an excuse for Eula to take it easy, which after the last few weeks of reconnaissance, it wasn't entirely unwelcome.

It did help that Eula found Klee quite adorable, and Klee enjoyed Eula's presence.

Though, S/O had managed to find an excuse to join her, in spite of their whining.

(S/O) "So, the Knights have become a glorified babysitters now, have they?"

(Eula) "You know, since you're not part of the knights, nothing is exactly requiring you to stay."

Her tone was playful, much to the misery of S/O.

(S/O) "Perhaps this shit is the kind of curse people inflicted on us."

Eula chuckled, watching as Klee excitedly grabbed a lizard.

(Eula) "For the Lawrence and Belmont to breathe easy, enjoying the presence of one another?"

S/O rolled their eyes, leaning back into the tree as they adjusted the chain whip at their side.

(S/O) "If you wanna look at it that way sure."

(Eula) "You're just grumpy because Klee doesn't like you."

S/O scoffed.

(S/O) "Of course they don't. I'm a monster hunter."

(Eula) "And terrible with children."

(S/O) "Shut up already."

(Klee) "Miss Eula!"

Klee ran over to Eula, catching both of the outcasts' attention.

(Eula) "Hm? What is it, Klee?"

Eula knelt down to meet Klee at eye level, with her smiling before looking at S/O with a frown.

(Klee) "Kaeya said that I'd be having a little sister soon!"

(Eula) "Oh, is that right?"

Eula did her best to keep her tone the same, though she raised an eyebrow at Klee's frown, the answer to which came in her reply.

(Klee) "But Kaeya said S/O was going to be their dad, but they're super mean to you!"

Eula struggled to keep herself from bursting into laughter, especially hearing S/O choke at what Klee had said.

(S/O) "THAT RAT-BASTARD SAID WHAT?!"

(Klee) "The Knights of Favonius says using bad words is...bad!"

Eula pat Klee's head, giving a smug grin to S/O.

(Eula) "Right, and Kaeya is right! You are rather rude to me-"

(S/O) "Ooooh, you little!-"

S/O cut themselves off seeing Klee pout, making them sigh.

(S/O) "You got your materials, yeah? Let's go ahead and get back home before the sun sets."

Klee made a little "hmph!" noise, walking past S/O.

(Klee) "Klee will make sure her little sister is nice!"

S/O's eyes twitched as Eula joined their side, grin still present.

(S/O) "You're rather calm about the prospect of giving Alice's spawn a sibling-"

Eula flicked S/O's forehead.

(Eula) "One. Don't call Klee that. Two. It's funny to see you like this, so it helps me power through."

(S/O) "Tch, next time she's yours to handle alone."

(Eula) "Is that your idea of vengeance, S/O?"

S/O cursed under their breath, all the while Eula's smile remained.

...Maybe once her clan was gone, she'd give the consideration more thought, but not now.

Next thing she'd have to do though was come up with a name that'd make S/O cringe violently at. Maybe something like 'Treffy'.

[loulou-land]

I’ll Always Choose You

Day 13 of @bucktommyfluffebruary | Love Declarations | 808 words | Fluff and Humor | on ao3

“I really didn’t think I’d feel this way,” Buck admitted, voice wavering slightly. “But it just…kinda snuck up on me. It was like this buildup of all the little things, you know?” He waved his hand around as he tried to find the words to explain it. “Like…like waking up to your cold nose pressing against my cheek, or how cuddly you are, and…just how you’re there for me when I need comfort. You always know when I don't want to be alone, or when I'm exhausted, or I've had a bad day. And you make me feel better.”

Buck exhaled, shaking his head as if overwhelmed. “So now…now I can't imagine life without you.”

He paused, reaching his hand out as he held his breath. Waiting for a reaction.

Instead, there was a single, uninterested—

Meow.

Buck blinked, releasing his breath in a sharp gust and dropped his hand. Figures.

Their orange tabby, Captain, who perched lazily on the armrest continued licking its paw, completely unbothered by Buck’s undying devotion.

Buck stared. Pouted, even. “Seriously?”

He knew cats were fickle creatures, but come on! He really thought he’d become Captain’s favorite.They had spent so much time together while Tommy had been fighting wildfires up in the north for two weeks. So yeah, Buck had at least expected a slow blink to let him know he was appreciated. But nothing, nada, zilch.

A loud snort from the other end of the couch pulled his attention.

Apparently, Tommy had been watching the whole scene unfold. His book lay forgotten in his lap, his lips twitching like he was fighting back laughter.

Buck frowned at him, petulant. Tommy didn't have to worry about getting Captain’s affections, their cat already much preferred his lap over Buck’s. Which, fair, he could understand that—Tommy had wonderful thighs.

“You know,” Tommy said, raising an eyebrow. “I think that was more heartfelt than our love declaration.”

Buck scoffed, fully turning to him with a hand over his chest. “Oh, I’m sorry, was screaming at each other in the rain and dramatically falling into each other’s arms afterwards not romantic enough for you?”

He arched a teasing eyebrow at Tommy.

Tommy shrugged, eyes crinkling with laughter. “Ehh, it was alright.”

They locked eyes, neither one blinking, before promptly bursting into laughter.

Soon, their laughter softened and they lapsed into comfortable silence. Tommy opened up his book again while Buck turned on a documentary.

He flopped onto Tommy’s side of the couch, wiggling until he was pressed up against Tommy’s side.

Tommy just shifted slightly to wrap an arm around Buck’s shoulders, trailing his fingers absently through Buck’s hair.

Buck sighed, a little dramatically. “To be clear, Captain does love me. It just happens to be when it's just us…” he paused, realizing something. “Ah, sort of like an affair.”

Tommy hummed, passing the page on his book. “Noted.” He answered dryly.

Just as Buck was starting to get comfortable, Captain stretched lazily, jumped down from the armrest, and walked over Buck like he was nothing more than an inconvenient obstacle before curling up in Tommy’s lap.

It was deliberate. Malicious, even.

Buck’s mouth fell open at the audacity. “I pour my heart out to you, and you choose him? Captain?!”

The cat started purring, completely unconcerned with Buck’s complaints.

Tommy chuckled, rubbing the cat’s head with one hand while he pressed a consoling kiss to Buck’s hair.

Buck grumbled under his breath, but the warmth of the moment settled into him and he let himself enjoy it. The feeling of Tommy’s fingers—gentle, caring—as he carded through his hair. The staccato purrs of Captain as he enjoyed their closeness. And the scent of spring outside the window, soft sunlight streaming through.

Then, so low it almost got lost in the space between them, Tommy murmured, “I’ll always choose you.”

Buck stilled, his breath hitching.

Buck didn’t need the reassurance, not really. Not like before. He’d come a long way in feeling secure in who he was and their relationship. But that didn’t mean it didn’t get him every time. How generous Tommy was with always letting Buck know how wanted and loved he was.

His chest went warm, spreading through him like a spark in a forest. He felt too full, sometimes he didn’t know how his body could contain this much love for Tommy without exploding.

He tilted his head up, catching the same love reflected in Tommy’s gaze. He swallowed once, then burrowed his head against Tommy’s neck, pressing a soft kiss over his pulse. “I choose you too,” Buck murmured.

Neither of them moved for a while after that. Basking in the warmth and peace of the moment.

In this love that neither of them had to question, fully knowing how unconditional and encompassing it was.

[v-eee]

── jungkook x you

scenario: you and Jungkook used to be best friend until new female staff came into his workplace, Jieun. He has introduced you to her. Jungkook starts getting busy with his work and often cancel the usual food hunting night with you because he needs to work overtime with Jieun. You know Jieun doesn't like you because she has come to your cafe a few times and told you to stop texting Jungkook during his work hour. when you told him about that, he didn't believe you. Starting that day your friendship is not like it used to be.

(vii)

After the ball, nothing really changed... or at least, that’s what Jungkook tried to tell himself.

You were still you— kind, warm, always smiling.

But something felt different.

For one, your usual food-hunting nights weren’t the same anymore. What used to be just the two of you had somehow turned into a group activity. Every time he thought he’d finally get you alone to catch up, you’d casually invite someone else.

'The more, the merrier!' — you’d say with a bright grin whenever he gave you a look.

Jungkook would just laugh it off, pretending it didn’t bother him. But deep down, he missed how it used to be—just you and him, fighting over the last bite of dessert, complaining about overpriced ramen, or making fun of his horrible spice tolerance.

Then, there was your sudden busy schedule.

"You’re going where this time?" he asked one evening as you both walked out of the café.

"Another city," you said, stretching your arms. "We’re opening more branches, so I’ll be traveling a lot. Gotta make sure everything runs smoothly."

Jungkook let out an exaggerated sigh. "Wow. Look at you, all important and busy. Should I start making an appointment just to see you now?"

You giggled. “"Maybe you should."

He clutched his chest dramatically. "Unbelievable. My own best friend, ditching me for work."

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, someone forgot how he ditched me for work before."

Jungkook froze for a second before clearing his throat. "Oof. That was—uh"

You just smiled, shaking your head. "I'm kidding...relax."

He groaned, ruffling his hair. "Okay, okay. I get it. I sucked. But I miss you, you know?"

You gave him a small smile but didn’t say anything. Instead, you glanced at your phone. "Anyway, I gotta go. Early morning tomorrow."

And just like that, the conversation ended as you wave him goodbyr and run to the train station.

After 3 days, Jungkook sat in his apartment, staring at his phone. No messages from you. No random texts about the new café. No updates on your trip. Just… silence.

At first, he told himself it was fine. You were just busy. But as the days passed, an uncomfortable feeling settled in his chest.

He missed you. A lot.

More than he expected.

Sure, you were always around before, and he knows he just took it for granted.

But now? Now, the idea of you not being there anymore—of you going somewhere without him—scared him in a way he didn’t quite understand.

For the first time, he wondered… Had he already lost you without realizing it?

Jungkook made up his mind and took a three-hour drive to see you in the other city.

When you spotted him standing at the café entrance, your eyes widened in surprise. "Jungkook? What are you doing here?"

He flashed a casual grin. "Just felt like dropping by." Then, before you could question him further, he added, "Don’t mind me. Go do your thing."

Still confused, you watched as he strolled over to the counter, ordered an iced latte, and settled into a corner seat.

From time to time, you could feel his gaze on you, quietly observing. But the moment you caught him staring, he quickly looked away, pretending to be completely focused on his ipad—though you were pretty sure the screen wasn’t even on.

You couldn’t help but wonder—did Jun really drive all this way just to watch you work? But with the café being busy, you didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Hours passed as you moved around, helping customers and managing orders. At some point, you glanced over to his table—only to find it empty. Jun was gone.

Someone else had already taken his seat.

A small pang of disappointment settled in your chest. He didn’t even say goodbye.

[spiderb00bs]

- Faith In Me

Anora x (g!p) reader 

“You thought you and Anora were living an impossible romance, but someone always has to get in the way of the fairy tale.” 

Genre – Smut      Warnings –  unprotected sex, mutual masturbation 

(request) 

Now playing –  Again, by Noah Cyrus, XXXTENTATION

Working in a law firm was like a dream at first, having your own money and being able to work all day in front of a computer seemed incredible. You saw that things didn't work out like that later on, you certainly weren't complaining about the good life your job gave you, but every now and then tiredness always took over. Fortunately, you always had friends to share your happiness, frustrations and achievements with.   

Ted was your closest friend at work, you always went out together for lunch and drinks after work, he was what you would call a good friend. He was always there when you needed him and always helped you with your work, and even though he was a bit too free-spirited, you could never say no to an adventure with him.   

“A strip club? Dude, are you serious?" you hurried through the building, late for an important meeting with your clients.   

“Bro, trust me! You need to relax a bit and this is definitely the right place.” He said, Ted was on your tail, talking about how you should have some fun after work.   

“I don't know.” Passing your coworker's desk, you greeted her with a smile, which made the woman blush and reciprocate with a 'good morning'.   

“Come on, Yn. When was the last time you really had fun?” Opening your mouth to answer, you were immediately cut off by Ted again. “No, building legos while watching all the Spiderman movies is not fun.”  

Rushing forward, Ted stopped in front of you, putting his hands on your shoulders, making you stop walking. “I'm talking about real fun, when was the last time you had sex?”   

 “That's none of your business!” You say, pushing Ted aside and putting your hand on the door handle where the meeting was probably already taking place.   

“Come on Yn...”  

Sighing, you let your tense shoulders relax, looking over your shoulder at the blond man with the brown eyes. “You're an idiot.”   

“You won't regret it!” It was the last thing you heard before closing the door in his face and facing your meeting.   

The bright lights made your eyes hurt a little, but Ted's excited jumping next to you distracted you from the slight pain. The club was very well decorated, there were half-naked girls walking up and down and the space itself was very cool.   

Despite the countless girls laughing and chatting around, the only thing that caught your attention was the bar, making your throat dry up almost instantly. Leaning on the counter, you asked the barman for a beer, unbuttoning the top two buttons of your shirt before looking around once more.   

“Oh my God! This is all so cool!” Ted said excitedly, watching the girls walk past, winking at them and looking as excited as anyone else there. “Do you see how many beautiful women there are here? Man, this is awesome!”   

Shaking your head, you took a sip of your beer, nodding in agreement as you let the cold liquid run down your throat. “It's a pretty place”  

“ Pretty? The women are pretty, the place is at least okay.” Ted said, coming up to you and asking the barman for a shot.   

Taking the beer from your lips and placing it on the counter, Ted put his hands on your cheeks, slapping you twice and making you jump in your seat.   

“What the fuck? Are you crazy?”   

“Listen here! You're going to have fun, pick up a girl and have a private dance. Do you hear me?”   

“Did someone say they want a dance?”   

Hearing the voice, your head turned, Ted following the movement, only to see a beautiful brunette standing next to you. The woman had skin so white it looked like porcelain, her eyes were enchanting, and she was blowing smoke out of her lips, which were showing one of the most beautiful smiles you'd ever seen.   

Tapping you on the chest, Ted smiled at you, then left for another part of the club, while you stood there uncomfortably next to the most beautiful stranger in the world.   

Laughing slightly, the woman approached you, taking the seat that the blonde had previously occupied. “So, cutie, what's your name?” The woman asked.   

“Yn.”   

“Okay, Yn. I'm Ani.” She said, moving closer to you, coming face to face with a look that could melt you to pieces. “Do you really want a dance, or did your friend make you come here?”   

Raising her hand, Ani began lazily fiddling with your hair, combing it back with her fingers. Her big nails made you want to moan with satisfaction.  

“It's my first time here...” Her head tilted to the right, just waiting for you to continue, but the look in her eyes made you want to drop to your knees. “I just came for a drink, but...”   

Smiling at you, Ani moved a little closer, taking your hand in hers without taking her eyes off yours. “Now you kind of want a dance, don't you?”   

Her hips seemed to have a life of their own, swaying majestically on top of you. You wanted to grab Ani's hips, to take control just to feel powerful, but you couldn't deny that you also loved the way she looked when she was on top of you.   

“Are you enjoying that, pretty girl?” Her smile made your heart skip beats, and that felt strangely good.   

Your dick was starting to come alive in your pants, and as much as you didn't want it to, it was kind of inevitable. With so much work, you didn't have time to build up any romantic attachments, and it was never really your thing to go to bed with someone you'd only just met. So put that together with the fact that Ani's hips were the eighth wonder of the world, and it was inevitable that your little friend wouldn't show any signs of life.   

Rubbing herself harder against you, Ani put her hands on your neck, biting her lower lip as she looked into your face. “You come with a nice little surprise, don't you?”   

Shaking your head, you gripped the armchair you were sitting on tighter, your knuckles turning white with the force you applied. “Is that a problem for you?” Ani could sense the slight tone of desperation in your voice  

Reassuring you as quickly as possible, the brunette shook her head with a smile. “I think you're going to make me fall in love.”   

Before you knew it, Ani's lips were glued to yours, the kiss was a little messy, but you could clearly feel her soft lips, the taste of strawberries and alcohol on her tongue made you feel dizzy. Inevitably, your hands ended up on her hips, as you had wanted from the start.   

“Can we do this?” You asked between kisses. You had never known that you could kiss girls who worked in clubs, even if you were paying for a dance.   

“Not technically...” Ani said, looking at you with those mesmerizing eyes before giving you a smile. “But I liked you...” stroking your hair and moving her hips slowly over your bulge, Ani continued: ”Did you like me too?”   

Shaking your head positively, you grabbed her ass, pulling Ani back into a thirsty kiss. 

Things went well, hell, things were going very well. You went back to HQ a few times, just to see Ani. You ended up getting her number weeks later, which only brought you closer and closer together. Now you were going out together on Ani's days off, having dinner in nice restaurants - which Ani was sure she would never go to alone - and walking down the street holding hands like teenagers in love, dropping her off at home after her shift at the club and making phone calls to talk about the smallest things on your minds, you even found out that Ani's real name is Anora.   

 -- 

“So I'd rather people didn't call me by my name.” Ani finishes explaining, sitting on your lap in one of the club's private dance booths.  

By this point, you weren't even interested in the dances anymore, just paying to hear Ani speak. You loved the way she rambled on about everything while playing with your hair or comparing the size of your hands. It was all very comfortable and you both loved it.   

“But you tell everyone your name is Ani...” Seeing your confused countenance, Ani tilts her head to the right, a sarcastic look passes through her eyes before the brunette starts laughing, making you laugh along, even if confused.   

“I thought lawyers were smarter.” Ani says, leaning in and leaving a kiss on your lips, hearing you let out a small “ HEY!” at what she said. “My name is Anora.”  

“Anora.”   

You tested the name on your lips, savoring the sensation of discovering more about the woman on top of you. Ani never really liked people who weren't her family calling her by her real name, but something about the way you said it, the tone of your voice when you said her name, made her shiver. Maybe she didn't hate it when you called her by her real name, at least not the way she does when others call her.   

-- 

The important thing is that things were going well, and after a hectic day at work, you couldn't wait to see Ani again.   

When you arrived at the club, things seemed different, the lights seemed less bright and something seemed wrong, even if you had no idea what. It was only when you got deeper into the place that you saw, now you knew why things were grayer, the world was preparing you for this.   

You didn't know who the boy was, but you certainly wanted to break his face. In the middle of everyone, Ani's lips were on his, his hands on her hips, aggressively pulling her close, a stark contrast to how you put your hands there. Ani's hands were on his neck, and it honestly felt very different from anything you'd ever experienced.   

It was aggressive, fast, amateurish, without passion, without love.   

Turning around, you started walking towards the exit. Was it all a lie? Did Ani do this with anyone, just for the money? You didn't want to think like that, you didn't know Ani like that, Ani was never like that, Anora wasn't like that.   

“Where are you going in such a hurry, sweetie?” Making you stop your hurried steps, the woman in front of you put her hand on your chest, making you jump back slightly.   

You knew her name was Diamond, you'd heard Ani complain about her being a pain in the ass once or twice.  

“Just because Ani's busy doesn't mean you can't have fun with someone else, someone better than her...” Approaching you, Diamond grabbed your hands, making you hold onto her waist while she put her hands on your neck.   

Nodding your head, you broke away from the woman, not having the patience or sanity for this shit right now. Leaving the woman behind, you left the club. You thought things would be different, but it was business as usual, just you putting expectations on impossible things. 

Hey, I didn't see u this week  are you okay? 

I have a day off, wanna hang? 

I saw Ted today   he pretty much ran away when he saw me   What's going on w u? 

It's okay if you're busy but why are you ignoring me???

Anora stared at the phone screen, wondering why you hadn't replied, even after so many months.  

Things weren't going well for Ani, after a month, she stopped messaging you, seeing that you didn't reply, she focused on something else, or rather, someone else.   

Vanya seemed like a dream at first, he was charming, funny, had a lot of money, and Ani ended up getting carried away. She didn't fully understand why she did it, she thought that maybe, if you had replied to her messages, she wouldn't have taken things seriously with that Russian boy. She wouldn't have allowed herself to like him, she wouldn't have allowed herself to marry him, fuck, she wouldn't have allowed him to make her life a living hell.   

Ani didn't know where you were, when she went back to work at the club, she thought she'd see you occasionally, but things weren't like that. She never heard from you again, she didn't know where you lived or where you worked, she only knew that you were a lawyer, but that was it. She always looked at the photos she had on her phone when she was down, the photos she took when the two of you went on dates, or a photo of you standing in front of her house after dropping her off, or simply a photo of your hand holding hers as the two of you walked down the sidewalk.   

Anora always loved how you never tried to hide her from anyone, how you were always proud to walk with her by your side and take her to fancy places even if those mean people judged her for the clothes she wore. Anora loved that, Anora loves you, and the thought of how quickly things ended, without her even being able to tell you, makes her chest ache.   

“Get over it.” Diamond's annoying voice rang in Ani's ears, giving the woman sitting in the rest room a fright.   

“Jezz! Get a bell, don't you ever let people know when you're coming?” Ani says, the annoyed look on her face not making Diamond move an inch.   

“You know, you should get over her. One failed marriage at a time, right?!”   

Rising from her chair, Ani advanced on Diamond, frustrated enough that any comment would be enough to set her off. “Repeat what you said, you slut, I dare you!”  

The surrounding girls watched without getting involved, they certainly didn't want to be among Ani and Diamond's bloody war.   

“I'm just saying that you've already lost her. She even tried something better than you while you were gone.”  

Ani's eyes filled with fury, anger bubbling up inside her body. How could you? You had sex with Diamond? Did you just look for another woman to replace her as soon as she left?   

Stomping her feet, Ani hurried towards the exit, unable to spend another minute in Diamond's presence without punching her. Passing all those disgusting, stupified men, Ani bumped her body hard into someone's. When she looked up, she could see that someone was there. When she looked up, she could see the stupid blond hair she knew well. Ted.  

In one swift movement, Ani pushed the tall man hard into the nearest wall, trapping the blond boy, who was now slightly wide-eyed. “Where does Yn work?”   

“I can't-”   

Cutting him off, Ani resorted to violence. Ted's body froze completely as he felt Ani's knee collide with his lower body, and he fell to his knees and groaned in pain against the corner of the club wall.  

“WHERE DOES SHE WORK?”   

“Upper West Side!” The poor man said, holding back the tears in his eyes.   

“Is she still there?” Ani asked, even though she knew it was seven in the evening, the brunette also knew you were a workaholic, so she tested the waters.   

“Yeah, she's staying late tonight, dammit!”  

Grabbing a napkin from the drinks counter, Ani asked the bartender for a pen, throwing the objects at Ted. “Write down the address. And you'll pay for my Uber.”  

After almost an hour in the car, Anora finally arrived at the building where you work, not interested in the stares she would receive for only wearing a very short dress and pretty heels. She entered the building without looking back, the reception quiet, probably because of the time of day.   

Approaching in strides, Ani leaned on the counter cheekily. “I want to speak to Yn Russel.”   

The receptionist looked her up and down, judging the inappropriate dress, the bright make-up, the exaggeratedly high heels and the points of light in Ani's hair. Unfazed, Ani looked at her expectantly, as if wondering if she had heard what she had said.   

“You know what, forget it. I'll find her myself!”   

Heading for the elevator, Ani heard the receptionist's protests, saying something about not being allowed in without permission. Anora didn't care, she wanted to see Yn and she wanted to see her now!  

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Ani clashed head-on with a tall woman. The woman she was looking for. 

"Anora?" you asked, surprised to see the woman after so long.  

"YOU STUPID BITCH!" Without giving you time to protect yourself, Anora began to slap you, making you walk backwards until you touched the wall of the elevator.  

You tried to cover yourself, using your document folder as a shield, but the slaps from the shorter woman seemed to hit all the right spots.  

"STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Dropping the bag on the floor, you tried to dodge Anora, finally managing to hold her wrists in place and immobilize the woman. 

 "YOU FUCKED DIAMOND!" Trying to free herself from your grip, Anora kicked and writhed.  

By this time, the secretary was just standing outside the elevator, looking at the scene with a shocked expression and making sure the automatic doors wouldn't close.  

"What?" You asked softly, while Anora was still struggling in your plight. Losing your temper, you wanted to understand what was really happening, and that wasn't going to happen if Ani continued with her small attack.  

"ANORA!" 

 When you screamed, Ani shuddered, stopping moving immediately, staring at you panting and angry. "We need to talk." 

The car was extremely quiet, at that moment, it was as if only you and Ani existed in the world, the empty parking lot you parked not doing much to change your thinking. It was almost ten o'clock at night, the place was half dark, but nothing compared to the darkness that was Anora by your side, the question mark, the doubt of the century.    "So..." With a sigh, you started not being able to say anything else when Ani took the lead.    "Why did you disappear?" Anora had her head down, as if the floor of your car was the most interesting thing in the world.    "I was busy-" 

"Cut that off, Yn. Too busy to answer a message? I sent you all the messages possible, and you didn't answer any!" Anora spoke, turning her head and body towards you, she had unbuckled her belt a while ago, and you couldn't lie in saying that you weren't scared that she would slap you again.    "I thought you were too busy with the white boy to miss me." You said. The bitterness in your voice made Anora want to step back a bit.    "Wait a minute... Vanya, are you talking about him?" Anora asked, her brows furrowed in confusion and disgust that she was remembering that idiot.    With no response, Ani could see the jealousy showing through her face, making her laugh and lean back in the passenger seat. "Oh my god, you were jealous of Vanya." 

Despite all the mess Ani managed to get into in the last few months, knowing that you were jealous of her was a huge relief, as it meant that she was not alone, you also felt something for her, something beyond the carnal.    "I'm not jealous!" You said, crossing your arms like a spoiled child who hadn't gotten the candy she wanted.    "You know the funniest thing, I didn't really like Vanya, and if you had answered my messages and not been an idiot, I wouldn't have had anything to do with him." Looking in the direction of the window, Ani wiped the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.    "What happened? You know, between you both..." 

"I married him, and then I separated in less than a month." Her tone made you worried, the sarcastic giggle, the denial with your head, the disgust in her voice, everything made you feel bad. "I had the worst months of my life and I regretted every second of that shit." Turning her head to you, Ani let you see her sensitive side, the tears that stained her eyes.    "Nora..."    "It's not your fault. I was just desperate to get out of where I was, I ended up rushing in."    Placing your hands on Ani's cheeks, you wiped away her tears, kissing her salty cheeks right after. "No, I have a little guilt too. I should have told you how I felt from the beginning." You said, leaning your forehead against hers. 

"I love you, Anora. From the day I saw you, I felt better with you, a better version of myself." Anora's eyes were glued to yours, occasionally stealing glances to your mouth. "I don't want to lose you ever again."    As soon as you finished the sentence, Anora's lips glued to yours, a calm and tender kiss, sharing the unspoken feelings and the time they were apart. Your hands went to Anora's waist, like in the old days, the brunette's hands reaching for your hair, that feeling of love and lightness that she never felt with Vanya.    In a clumsy movement, Ani quickly sat on your lap. With agility, you pulled your seat back, more space freed up for Ani to be comfortable. The woman's hands going against your pants, unbuttoning the button and opening the zipper, and then, BOOM! 

"Wait!" Looking at her expectantly, you waited for what she was going to say, only for her to grab your cock through the fabric of your boxer shorts. "Did you have sex with Diamond?"    Opening your mouth, you couldn't say a word if you want, the squeeze Ani had on your cock was making you lose your breath, and Ani saw your face turn red before her eyes.    "Nora, this is hurting..." You spoke in a thread of voice, just making the woman squeeze your private area harder. "NO! I SWEAR I DIDN'T HAVE SEX WITH HER."    "Then why did she say yes?" 

"SHE TRIED, THE DAY I SAW YOU AND VANYA KISSING, BUT I PUSHED HER AWAY. I SWEAR!"    Seeing the sincerity and desperation in your eyes, Ani let go of your cock, making you gasp in pain and relax your shoulders on the leather bench. Coming close to your ear just to let her warm breath tease you. "I believe in you, but don't go near her again."    Shaking her head positively, you saw Anora smile contentedly, only to kiss your cheek and grab your cock again, gently this time. "Let me take care of you, baby girl." 

Freeing your cock from the fabrics that bound it, Ani spat on her hand, before quickly grabbing your cock again. Spreading her saliva well, she started masturbating you with slow movements, making your friend start to get excited again.    "Damn Nora, I missed you so much." You say, putting your hand under her dress, putting her panties aside in one quick motion and starting to make slow movements on her clit.    The moans you two let out echoed through the car, the heavy breathing of both of you fogging up the car windows, making it difficult for anyone to see what was happening inside, but not stopping them from imagining. Luckily, you knew that there would rarely be anyone around this time, and even if it was dangerous, you couldn't think much of it with Anora on top of you.    "Baby, I want you inside me." Anora said, starting to settle on your lap. 

Your hands were on her hips, helping her find a position where she was comfortable. When Anora finally grabbed your cock, she lined up the tip with her pussy, impaling herself more and more with your length. Your moans echoed together, and the brunette kissed your lips to feel even more intimate with you.    "Fuck baby, you're so hot when you take my cock like that." You say, making Anora wrap her arms around your neck, throwing her hair to the left side and starting to bounce on your cock.    The contact was perfect, skin to skin, the souls of the two of you connected, it was everything you two ever wanted. Anora's moans echoed through the car, the movements of her hips doing wonders for you, as your cock reached all the right places inside her. 

Kissing you, Ani felt your big hands grab her ass, lifting it a little before starting to hit her relentlessly. Anora's eyes rolled, and her nails slid with a pleasurable pain down your back.    "FUCK, BABY!" Anora screamed, piercing her nails on your back while you continued, practically, piercing her uterus. "I'M GONNA CUM."    Going faster, you held Ani closer. Your body was sweaty, and you could feel your balls weighing down as you buried yourself deeper and deeper into the brunette, and then in one swift motion, you felt Ani's pussy tighten your entire length, making you slow down but continue with the deep thrusts.    "Fuck baby, you're so beautiful." You said, brushing Anora's hair from her face and kissing her cheeks as she trembled on top of you, having the strongest orgasm she's ever had in her life. "Oh, I'm gonna cum too."

Unable to speak, Anora shook her head in confirmation, moaning when she felt you lift off you with the strength of your biceps, making your cock come out of her. Putting Ani back in your lap, you grabbed your cock, masturbating until your cum stained Ani's abs.    "Fuck..." You moaned as you tried to extract every last drop of cum possible.    Yah, fuck. I really love you." Anora said, grabbing your cheek and kissing your lips passionately. 

"I love you too, Nora." 

Hi guys, what's up?

man, I'm SO tired, seriously, college is killing me. 

Luckily I don't have classes this week, so I'm here writing to you. 

Drink water, stay safe 

xoxo, spider.

[lizardsfromspace]

There's rumors about Doctor Who getting cancelled & they are just that, rumors. There's no truth to them...

Except also, they point out that Disney+ hasn't signed on for a third season. They agreed to produce twenty-six episodes, allegedly, so two seasons, two Christmas specials, and supposedly that order includes the Sea Devil spinoff. And like, the odds of Disney+ signing on for another series are close to nil. They didn't pump all that money into the show for middling ratings after all, and they can cleanly drop it after that (heck, the whole order's been filmed already). That factor does make the situation seems more dire than the usual rumors - and after all, the ratings are close to what they were under Chibnall, and Doctor Who would've been cancelled then if it weren't for RTD/Tennant returning - at least, Chibnall believed it was cancelled while he was writing "Power of the Doctor", hence why it's a secret series finale

(there are also people claiming the studio where it's shot being used for other productions is a sign the show is dead, but the studio is large enough to accommodate multiple shows at once afaik - and as I said, both the next series of Doctor Who & the spinoff have been filmed)

But if they drop out that doesn't mean Doctor Who is dead. The BBC could keep producing it...with a lower budget & without Ncuti Gatwa money. Or they could go with a new streaming platform as a co-producer, but they'd likely push for a fresh slate

At this point, I kind of assume they would more formally end New Who & actually do a soft reboot like they did with Nine. New cast, new writers, limited references to the past. Probably the only way to make people see it as a new series, and not a hastily rebranded fourteenth season.

It is just odd, though. I watched Doctor Who starting from Nine (my first episode was "Dalek") and 'til today, and that's effectively the same as someone having watched from Hartnell to Davison. That distance, the idea that there were people who watched the whole classic series start to finish, always seemed unbelievable to me. TV changed so much during that time: from black and white to color, heck, to a world where Doctor Who's serial format was an isolated curiosity. But I had the experience of watching from "An Unearthly Child" to "The Five Doctors" without even realizing it'd been that long.

I don't think Doctor Who is cancelled forever. I don't think Gatwa/RTD Who will get a third season, and maybe it will be cancelled for the moment, who knows, but

The thing about Ncuti Gatwa era Who's ratings being "bad" is that they aren't bad, it's just that they're not very different from Jodie's average ratings. And five-six million a episode is actually pretty decent in a country with a population as small as the UK's (unless it's seen as drastically bad to be #12 that week, idk how UK TV ratings are perceived). It's not that they've fallen drastically, they've just failed to grow.

Which, no matter how much they pushed that this was "series 1!" and a fresh new start (to the point of declaring it an entirely new series, Doctor Who [2023 -]), was going to happen. Because there isn't a large contingent of people out there just waiting to give Doctor Who a shot. There was in 2005, when a whole generation had never seen it, and many people had vague fond memories of it but hadn't thought of it in years, and when there were many countries where it had never been anything more than a niche curiosity or straight-up hadn't ever come out, but the un-Who-evangelized ranks are p. small in 2024. No one saw it as series 1 of a new reboot, everyone processed it as what it was, series 14 of a show that's been on for twenty years

(Also, holy shit, New Who is twenty years old this year. For reference Classic Who ran twenty-six years)

They wanted to attract old viewers back, and they did come back for the Tennant specials, but I think they were banking on casual viewers being just as excited for RTD's return and. Casual viewers don't know who the writer is or really care, though, so it didn't have the same cachet. They probably expected it to grow a bit instead of just not falling off but the whole "suddenly it's putting up 2005 numbers" scenario wasn't going to happen. Anyway it's that thing I said and not whatever internet shouty men are saying

I have no idea what Disney+ expected. For Doctor Who to be the new Star Wars? Unclear. Thanks for making Doctor Who ultra high budget for two seasons I guess

[jazzy96scorpio]

His Private Security

Description: What happens when a celebrity and his bodyguard [You] can't resist each other? Let's just say things get heated. One night of passion changes everything 😉

Pairing: You / Pedro Pascal

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ Only, Sexually explicit content,Dominant/Submissive, oral sex (m/f rec), sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fluff, SMUT

Word count: 12, 500 🫣

- Backstage Pass -

The biting February wind whipped through the streets of New York, mirroring the icy frustration churning inside you. Valentine's Day.

Of all the days to be stuck working late. You hadn't slept properly in days, the constant grind of the security business wearing you down. Knowing tonight was going to be a long one – packed with paparazzi, screaming fans, and the general chaos that came with protecting celebrities – only amplified your bad mood.

You missed the relative simplicity of your days on the police force, even the dangerous parts. At least then, you knew what you were getting into.

Your phone buzzed incessantly with calls from Mark, your colleague. You swiped to answer, barely containing a sigh. "Yeah, Mark?"

"Where are you? We're already running late!" His voice was tight with stress. "We gotta pick up our principal in, like, ten minutes."

"I'm on my way," you grumbled, weaving your car through the city traffic. "Who is it tonight, anyway? You didn't have time to tell me earlier."

"No time for details," Mark said, his voice clipped. "Just get here fast. It's… someone important. Big name."

"Great," you muttered sarcastically. "Just what I needed. Another night of dodging crazies for some pampered celebrity."

You sped up, weaving through the traffic, your frustration growing with each passing red light. You were almost late; the thought made you even more angry.

You arrived at the hotel with minutes to spare, and rushed inside, flashing your security badge at the staff. Mark was waiting impatiently in the lobby. "Finally! Come on!" he said and rushed you to the elevator. He still didn't have time to tell you who you were picking up.

The elevator doors opened onto a plush, private suite.

Mark knocked sharply. "Sir?" he called out.

You stepped inside, ready for the usual scene: a gaggle of assistants, publicists, maybe a stressed-out manager. But what you saw stopped you in your tracks.

Sitting on the sofa, looking relaxed and surprisingly…normal, was Pedro Pascal. He wasn't surrounded by an entourage. He was just…there.

Mark, ever the professional, stepped forward. "Mr. Pascal, I'm Mark, and this is…," he paused, glancing at you expectantly.

"Y/N," you supplied, your voice a little breathless. You couldn't help the slight widening of your eyes; you were genuinely surprised.

Pedro stood up, a warm smile spreading across his face. "It's a pleasure," he said, extending his hand. He noticed your surprise.

"I take it you weren't expecting me?" he chuckled.

You shook his hand, his grip firm and warm.

"Not exactly," you admitted, managing a small smile of your own. "Nice to meet you Mr. Pascal."

Pedro then asked "Shall we head to Radio City?"

Mark nodded. "Yes, sir. Car's ready."

As you walked towards the elevator, Pedro fell into step beside you. "So, Y/N," he said casually, "what kind of security work is this if you don't even know who you're protecting?"

"Usually, we get a heads-up," you explained, still a little flustered. "Tonight was…a last-minute change."

The elevator doors opened, and you all stepped inside.

The ride to Radio City was surprisingly quiet. Mark, ever the eager beaver, offered to drive, leaving you and Pedro in the back.

He was scrolling through his phone, seemingly absorbed in something, while you stared out the window, trying to process the fact that you were sitting in a car with the Pedro Pascal.

Just as you were starting to relax a bit, your phone buzzed. It was your boss. You groaned inwardly. You hated the guy. A total jackass.

"Yeah?" you answered, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice.

"Y/N, report," he barked. "Have you picked up the client yet?"

"Yes, we're on our way to Radio City now," you replied curtly.

"Don't screw this up like last time," he snapped. Pedro heard that.

"What happened last time?" Pedro asked, his voice low and curious.

You shot a glare at Mark, who avoided your gaze.

"Nothing important," you mumbled, ending the call. You were trying to keep your voice down so Pedro wouldn't hear.

"No, seriously," Pedro persisted gently. "What happened?"

Mark sighed. "Y/N… has a bit of a temper," he explained carefully. "Last time, there was a…misunderstanding with some paparazzi. Things got a little… heated."

You clenched your jaw. "It wasn't my fault," you muttered defensively.

"Those guys were all over me , and some crazy fan tried to grab him. I was just doing my job – protecting him."

Pedro nodded understandingly. "Yeah, it's not easy dealing with that kind of pressure."

You looked at him, a flicker of genuine curiosity in your eyes. "I don't know how you deal with it," you admitted quietly.

"The constant attention, the cameras, the… everything."

Pedro chuckled softly. "It's definitely a different world," he said. "You learn to adapt. But it's not always easy, that's for sure." He paused, then added, "But you were doing your job, Y/N. Protecting…him. And that's what matters." He subtly shifted the focus back to your professionalism, avoiding making it about himself.

His words, simple as they were, resonated with you. You were doing your job. That was your focus. You were a professional, and you were good at what you did. The frustration you felt earlier started to dissipate, replaced by a sense of purpose. You might not like the spotlight, but you were damn good at keeping people out of it.

The car pulled up to the backstage entrance of Radio City Music Hall. Mark turned to you and Pedro. "We're here," he announced.

You nodded, a renewed sense of professionalism settling over you. You were here to do a job, and you were going to do it well. You opened the car door and stepped out, ready to face whatever the night might bring.

As the car door opened, a wall of noise and flashing lights assaulted you. Paparazzi jostled for position, fans screamed, and the air crackled with excitement. This was the part you hated. You immediately went into professional mode, scanning the crowd, creating a path for Pedro. Mark was right beside you, equally focused. You pushed through the throng, your training kicking in, determined to get Pedro inside safely.

It was a chaotic sprint, but you managed to navigate the sea of bodies and flashing cameras.

Finally, you reached the backstage entrance. Pedro turned to you and Mark, a grateful smile on his face. "Thanks," he said. "I appreciate you guys getting me through that."

Before you could reply, a woman approached. "Pedro!" she exclaimed, embracing him warmly. "So glad I made it!"

Pedro turned to you and Mark. "Y/N, Mark, this is my sister, Javiera."

Javiera smiled at you both. "It's nice to meet you. Thanks for looking after my brother."

You and Mark exchanged greetings with Javiera. Then, Pedro and his sister headed towards the main hall, disappearing into the backstage area.

You and Mark joined the other security personnel, grabbing a much-needed cup of coffee. The pre-concert buzz was palpable.

You found yourself watching Pedro, who was chatting animatedly with other guests. It was surreal. You, Y/N, a security professional, had just met the Pedro Pascal. You'd met plenty of celebrities in your line of work, some kind, some rude, but this was different. You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

You watched as he swayed to the music playing, his energy infectious. Damn, that man had charisma. In that white shirt and glasses, he looked…fucking sexy. The thought slipped into your mind unbidden, and you quickly tried to suppress it.

Mark, ever observant, noticed your gaze. He leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Not again," he teased. "Remember what happened last time? With that actor you fucked?"

You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. "I know, I know," you said. "It was…fucking amazing. I don't regret that."

You paused, then added thoughtfully, "But this…this is different. Pedro Pascal? Come on. That's just a dream. A really good dream, but still a dream."

Mark chuckled. "Darling, if I wasn't gay, I'd be all over you. Black suit, intense eyes, gun around the waist…and that undeniable charm. You're lethal."

You laughed, a genuine, warm sound. "Thanks, Mark. You're sweet and the best."

Hours later, the concert ended, the energy in the room slowly dissipating. The real work began: getting Pedro back to his hotel safely. The backstage area was still buzzing, but the real challenge was outside.

The exit was a mess – a sea of screaming fans, flashing cameras, and overzealous autograph seekers. You and Mark, along with the rest of the security team, formed a tight cordon around Pedro, pushing through the crowd with practiced efficiency. It was a chaotic scene, bodies pressed together, voices a deafening roar. You kept your eyes peeled, alert for any potential threats.

Then the waiting paparazzi swarmed you. It was the usual chaos – flashes, shouts, the whole shebang.

🗣"Pedro, what's your take on Trump and LGBTQ+ rights?" one yelled.

Pedro just kept walking, didn't even flinch.

The paparazzi, like a pack of wolves, got more aggressive.

🗣"Still single, Pedro?"

🗣"Is that why you're anti-Trump? Because you're gay?"

Pedro's face tightened a little, but he still didn't react. Smooth as ever.

You, however, had reached your limit. You snapped. 🗯"Shut the fuck up!" you yelled at the paparazzi. "That's incredibly rude and inappropriate."

The guy who'd asked the question snickered. "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it, sweetheart?"

Something in you just snapped.

Before you even realized what you were doing, you punched him hardly in the face. He went down hard, a sickening crunch echoing through the crowd. Blood trickled from his nose; you were pretty sure you'd broken something, maybe even a tooth. You grabbed his camera, snapped a photo of him sprawled on the floor, and snarled, "Publish that, you asshole."

Pedro, who'd witnessed the whole thing, just kind of smirked. Like he was mildly impressed.

You knew you'd probably crossed a line, maybe several lines. But honestly? You didn't regret it for a second. The guy deserved it. He was rude, aggressive, and completely out of line.

You turned to Pedro, a mix of adrenaline and embarrassment coursing through you. "Sorry about that," you said, trying to sound nonchalant. "He was asking for it."

Finally, you managed to get Pedro into the waiting car. He settled into the backseat, looking a bit weary but also relieved. Mark, who was driving, glanced back at you with concern. He noticed you favoring your right hand. "You probably broke something," he said, his voice worried. "You're gonna lose your job for sure after this."

You shrugged, trying to minimize the pain. "I'm fine, Mark. Just a little bruised."

"Truly," you continued, your voice laced with frustration, "I don't give a fuck. I really hate this. Every time I get out in public, I realize why I hate people. They can be so rude for no reason."

You hadn't realized Pedro was listening so intently to your rant. He was quiet for a moment, then you turned to him, a touch of apology in your eyes. "Sorry you had to see that," you said. "It's been a long night."

Pedro gave you a thoughtful look.

"No worries," he replied. "I understand. Thank you."

The rest of the car ride was quiet. When you arrived at the hotel, you and Mark escorted Pedro inside.

As you were about to leave, Pedro stopped you. "Y/N," he said, "would you care to join me for a drink? Before you go?" He glanced at Mark. "Mark, feel free to join us as well."

Mark politely declined. "Thanks, Mr. Pascal, but I'm beat. I'll leave you two to it." He winked at you discreetly before heading off.

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Sure," you said. "A drink sounds good."

Just as you were about to follow him, your phone buzzed. You saw it was your boss, and a wave of dread washed over you. You answered, bracing yourself for the inevitable.

"Y/N," he barked, his voice laced with fury.

"Do you have any idea what you've done? The attack on that paparazzo? It's all over the news!"

You sighed. "I know," you said calmly. "And I don't regret it. He deserved it."

"You're unbelievable!" he sputtered. "You're lucky he's not pressing charges! This is the last straw, Y/N. You're done. That is your last client. Finish that and you are fired."

You hung up the phone and turned to Pedro, a wry smile on your face. "Well, that was… interesting. Seems I've just been fired."

Pedro's expression softened. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I had no idea…"

"It's okay," you said, shrugging. "Honestly? I'm kind of relieved. It was…a lot. And besides," you added, your gaze meeting his, "you were my last client anyway."

He reached out and gently took your hand. "Come on," he said softly. "Let's go get drinks. We have a lot to talk about."

You and Pedro walked into the hotel bar, the relative quiet a welcome change from the chaos outside.

The bartender approached. "What can I get for you?" he asked.

"The strongest thing you've got," you replied, the stress of the evening still lingering.

Pedro smiled. "Me too," he echoed.

The bartender nodded and went to work on your drinks. Pedro turned to you, his expression curious. "So," he began, "why did you do that back there? With the paparazzo?"

"I really hate it when people are rude and disrespectful," you explained, taking a seat at the bar. "Especially when they're hiding behind a camera, thinking they can say whatever they want without consequences. Sometimes… that's the only language they understand."

Pedro chuckled. "You've got a bit of a temper, huh?"

"Yeah, sometimes," you admitted. "I try to control it, but…tonight was a bit much."

Your drinks arrived – two potent-looking cocktails. You took a sip, the burn in your throat a welcome distraction. The conversation flowed easily from there. You talked about movies, books, the things you both loved. You were surprised by how much you had in common.

"So, Dostoevsky, huh?" Pedro said, raising an eyebrow. "That's some heavy reading."

"Yeah, well, I like the depth," you replied.

"But don't get me wrong, I also love spicy romance novels. Guilty pleasure."

Pedro laughed. "Hey, no judgment. We all need those."

You talked about your favorite books, the authors who had influenced you, the stories that had stayed with you. He listened intently, asking thoughtful questions. You actually had fun.

As the evening drew to a close, you realized how much you’d enjoyed talking to Pedro. "I'm really glad I had the chance to chat with you," you said, sincerity in your voice. "I really admire you, both as an actor and…as a person."

Pedro smiled warmly. "Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate that."

You finished your drink. "Well," you said, standing up, "I should probably get going. Thanks for the drink."

He quickly added, "Actually… could you stay a bit longer? I know you're probably tired, but I'm really enjoying our conversation."

You hesitated for a beat, then nodded. "Sure," you said, a little thrill of excitement running through you.

You talked more, the conversation flowing easily.

You laughed, shared stories, and the easy camaraderie between you grew. He asked how you ended up in security, and you told him about your time in the police force, your father's protectiveness, and the slightly reluctant transition to celebrity detail.

"So, you're a trained officer?" he asked, impressed.

"Yeah," you said. "But don't let it fool you. I can be just as dangerous in a cocktail dress as I am in uniform."

Pedro's eyes flickered down to your black suit, a hint of something unreadable in his gaze. "I believe it," he murmured.

An hour had passed, and the bar was empty. "You know," you said finally, glancing at your watch, "you really need to get some rest. Big day tomorrow."

Pedro nodded, but he didn't seem in a hurry to end the conversation. You could feel his gaze on you, a palpable energy in the air. He definitely liked you. You could feel it in the way he looked at you, the way he leaned in when you talked, the subtle brush of his hand against yours when he gestured.

He stood up, and you did too. He was close, close enough that you could smell his cologne – a warm, intoxicating scent. He reached out and gave you a hug. It wasn't just a polite, perfunctory hug. His arms wrapped around you tightly, his body pressed against yours.

You could feel the heat radiating from him, the hard muscles beneath his shirt.

His breath was warm against your ear as he whispered, "Thank you, Y/N. Tonight was… special."

The hug lingered a little too long, a little too intensely. Your heart pounded in your chest. You pulled away slowly, a little breathless.

"Good night, Pedro," you managed to say, your voice a little husky.

You turned and walked away, trying to maintain your composure, but inside, you were a mess. That hug… that hug had definitely crossed a line. And you had a feeling that line was about to be crossed again very soon.

💙

It was Saturday morning, the air crisp and cold. This morning, you'd put a little extra effort into your appearance. You wanted to look sharp, professional, but also…well, you.

You and Mark waited in the hotel hallway for Pedro. He emerged from his suite looking impossibly handsome, his smile bright and genuine.

"Good morning, Y/N," he said, his voice warm. "Ready for another day?"

"Morning, Mr Pascal," you replied, returning his smile. "Ready as ever."

"Nervous about tomorrow night?" you asked as you walked towards the elevator.

"A little," he admitted. "It's a big show, you know?"

"You'll be excellent," you assured him. "Your talent speaks for itself."

In the car, the conversation was light and easy. You talked about the city, about the upcoming show, and about everything. He seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say.

Later, after his rehearsal at SNL, you grabbed coffee together.

It was freezing outside, and even though you were bundled up, you were still shivering. As you walked to the car, Pedro noticed you rubbing your hands together, trying to warm them.

"You're freezing," he said, concern in his voice.

"Just a bit chilly," you mumbled, trying to downplay it.

Once you were in the car, he reached out and took your hands in his. His hands were warm, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity through you.

"They're like ice," he said softly. He continued to hold your hands, rubbing them gently between his. "Here, let me warm them up."

"You don't have to do that, Mr Pascal" you protested, even though you secretly loved the feeling.

"Please, call me Pedro," he said.

"Nonsense, it's the least I can do. Besides," he added with a playful grin, "I don't want my security detail getting frostbite on my watch."

You chuckled, the warmth spreading through you, both from his touch and his words. He was so kind, so considerate. It was hard not to be completely charmed by him.

After a few minutes, he reluctantly let go of your hands. "There," he said. "Hopefully, that's a little better."

"Much better," you replied, your voice a little breathless.

He smiled at you, that same warm, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat.

"Alright," he said. "I should probably get back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow."

"Yeah, get ready," you agreed. "Big night ahead."

He leaned in slightly, his eyes meeting yours. "See you tomorrow, Y/N."

"See you, Pedro," you replied.

The Glambot and the Gun

It was Sunday evening. You and Mark arrived at the hotel to escort Pedro to the SNL 50th Anniversary special. He emerged from his suite, and damn. He looked incredible. A perfectly tailored brown suit, paired with a subtly glittery shirt. He looked like…delicious chocolate.

Fuck, you thought, how am I going to survive this night?

"Good evening, Mr. Pascal," you said, trying to keep your voice even. "You look very handsome."

He smiled, his eyes twinkling.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/N. You look quite stunning yourself."

You had indeed put extra effort into your appearance tonight. You were wearing your best tailored black suit, the crisp lines emphasizing your figure. Your hair was styled perfectly, and a touch of subtle makeup highlighted your features.

You arrived at Rockefeller Plaza, the energy electric. The red carpet was a frenzy of flashing lights and screaming fans. Pedro handled it all with effortless grace, posing for photos, waving to the crowd.

Then, he did the Glambot, that slow-motion, high-definition camera sweep. He winked at the camera, and you, standing on the sidelines, nearly lost it. He was the hottest man you had ever seen.

The show itself was fantastic. Pedro was brilliant, his comedic timing impeccable. He nailed every skit, every line. He was magnetic, captivating the audience with his charm and talent.

And then there was that scene. The one where he sang and danced, his hips… thrusting.

Oh. My. God.

The images and thoughts that flashed through your mind were for sure very impure.

You could barely breathe. Imagine him doing that to me… you thought, your pulse quickening. I want that.

After the show, there was an after-party. Pedro approached you. "Y/N," he said, his voice low and suggestive. "Care to join me? For the after-party?"

You hesitated. "I'm not really dressed for a party," you demurred, glancing down at your suit.

He smiled, his eyes raking over your figure. "You look absolutely beautiful and incredibly sexy in that outfit," he murmured.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "Come on. A couple of drinks, a dance…with me." He was flirting. He was definitely flirting.

The after-party was a whirlwind of music, laughter, and dazzling lights. You and Pedro danced together, the rhythm of the music pulsing through you both. And damn, his hips were so close. Each subtle sway, each playful dip, felt like a deliberate tease. He wanted you. You could see it in his eyes, in the way he looked at you, a mixture of desire and playful challenge.

As the party wound down, you drove Pedro back to his hotel. He was still buzzing from the night, his playful flirting continuing even in the quiet of the car. He was happy, relaxed, and clearly enjoying your company.

When you arrived at the hotel, you turned to him, a bittersweet feeling washing over you. "It was an amazing night, Pedro," you said, your voice sincere. "Thank you."

You knew this was likely the end of your time together. Your job was done. You wouldn't be seeing him again.

He looked at you, his smile warm and genuine. "It was an amazing night for me too, Y/N," he replied. "And it doesn't have to end here." He paused, then added, "Would you care to join me for a nightcap? Just one more drink?"

You looked at him, your cheeks flushed, your heart pounding. You couldn't deny the pull you felt towards him.

"Sure," you said, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Great," he replied, his eyes gleaming. "Let's go up to my room. It's a bit more… private."

Oh my god, you thought. It's happening. Stay calm. You managed a smile, trying to appear nonchalant while your mind was racing.

In his hotel room, he offered you a beer. You took off your blazer, and his eyes followed your every move, that unmistakable look of lust in his gaze.

"You were amazing tonight," you said, your voice a little husky. "Especially that dancing and singing…wow."

You decided to be bold, to lay your cards on the table. "You know," you continued, "I get it now. I understand why the whole world is crazy about you."

He leaned closer, his fingers lightly touching the suspender on your pantsuit, playing with the fabric. "Oh, really?" he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. "And what is it that you understand, Y/N?"

"That you're incredibly talented, charismatic… and incredibly sexy," you replied, meeting his gaze directly.

"I mean, that dance? Those hips? It's distracting."

He chuckled, his eyes darkening. "Distracting in a good way, I hope."

"Definitely," you said, your voice a breath away from a whisper.

"You want me, don't you, Pedro?" you said, meeting his gaze directly, a playful challenge in your voice.

He didn't hesitate. "Yes," he breathed, his voice husky with longing. "God, yes, Y/N."

You put your beer down on the table. "Take these off," you commanded, your voice suddenly husky and dominant.

He raised an eyebrow, a flicker of something that looked very much like submission in his eyes. He didn't hesitate. He took off your pants suspenders, his gaze never leaving yours. He watched you as he did it, a slow, deliberate movement that sent shivers down your spine. Then, he began to unbutton your shirt, his fingers brushing against your skin.

You didn't want to wait any longer. You closed the distance between you and kissed him.

The kiss was intense, passionate, a spark igniting between you. You pulled away slightly, your eyes locking with his.

You took his hand and led him to the bed.

You reached for his belt, your fingers deftly undoing the buckle. You pulled down his boxers, and his impressive cock sprang free, thick and hard. "Damn, you're big," you murmured, your gaze lingering on his arousal.

He smirked "You like what you see?" he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

"Oh yes, Mr. Pascal," you replied, your voice husky with desire.

He sat on the edge, watching you as you moved. You tossed the shirt aside, then swiftly unzipped and removed your pants, revealing the black lace underwear beneath.

You paused, meeting his gaze, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across your lips as you reached beneath the fabric and pulled down your panties, revealing yourself to him.

"Take it all in, Pedro. You're going to remember this view for a long time." you purred.

His breath hitched. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you.

"Oh, yes, I will" he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "You're…so beautiful."

You met his gaze, a challenge in your eyes. "Your turn," you purred.

You leaned down, taking off his shirt, your fingers brushing against his skin, than taking off his pants.

You knelt in front of him, your gaze still fixed on his crotch. You took him in your mouth, savoring the taste of him, the heat of him.

He groaned, his hands gripping your hair, a mixture of pleasure and surrender in his eyes. "Fuck, Y/N," he breathed, his voice rough. "I've wanted you so badly."

You sucked him hard, milking every drop of pleasure from him, your tongue dancing along his length, teasing his sensitive tip. "Oh, baby," he moaned. "That's it. Yes. Don't stop. You're driving me crazy."

You stood up, straddling him. You were in control now and he was completely at your mercy. You moved against him, grinding your hips against his, teasing him with the promise of what was to come.

Then you leaned down, pinching him down to the bed. You kissed his nipples, eliciting a gasp from him. You licked them teasingly, then kissed his neck, nipping gently at his skin.

"I'm going to mark you. Everywhere." you murmured against his skin.

He moaned, his head thrown back. "Yes," he gasped. "Oh yes. Please. Do it."

You rode him hard, your movements deliberate and sensual.

"You're mine tonight Papi...tell me you like it," you demanded, roughly kissing him as you moved.

"I love it," he gasped, his hands gripping your hips. "Fuck, Y/N, you're amazing."

You could feel him throbbing inside you, filling you up. You were so hot and wet.

"Show me what those hips can do to me, Mr. Pascal," you commanded, your voice raw with lust.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a desperate need. "I will, baby" he promised, his voice thick with desire.

You lay back on the bed, spreading your legs invitingly. He knelt between them, his gaze locked on yours. He entered you again, guiding his huge cock with his right hand slow and deep, filling you completely. "You're so tight," he moaned. "So fucking good." He began to thrust, each stroke pushing him deeper inside you.

"Yes, fuck me," you whispered, your nails digging into his back.

"Give it to me. Harder....Oh shit...I want you so deep inside me. I want you to fill me up."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting him closer.

"Don't you dare to stop," you begged. "I'm going to come."

You could feel him building towards his climax, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"I'm going to cum, I can't..." he groaned. "I'm so close. Fuck, Y/N, I'm going to..."

He came first, a guttural cry escaping his lips as he emptied himself inside you, his hot cum pulsing inside your womb.

You arched your back, your own orgasm building. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming. "Oh, fuck, Pedro.." you gasped, your nails digging into his back as you came, your body convulsing as you reached your peak.

He collapsed on top of you, your bodies still joined, your heart pounding in unison. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing you deeply. "That was… something special, Y/N," he murmured against your lips. "Truly special."

You pulled back slightly, a playful smirk on your face. "Now, be a good boy and tell me how much you enjoyed that."

He looked at you, his eyes still glazed with pleasure. A genuine smile spread across his face. "I enjoyed it… so much, Y/N," he said, his voice sincere. "More than I can say."

As the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, he slowly withdrew, revealing the mingling of your fluids, a glistening proof of your shared passion. He watched you, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and desire, as the evidence of your lovemaking dripped slowly from your core.

"Damn," he breathed, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "You're… incredible.I love how you… how you just took me .’”

You sat up, straddling his chest, your eyes raking over his body. He watched you, a look of amazed admiration on his face.

You reached for the beer on the nightstand, and took a long swig. You looked down at him, a glint in your eye. You leaned down and kissed him softly, then stood up, your movements fluid and graceful. "We're not done yet, Pedro," you purred, taking another sip of beer.

"Oh, I want more," he said, his voice thick with lust. "So much more."

You teased him, raising an eyebrow. "You think you can handle more, Mr. Pascal?"

"For you, Y/N," he said, his eyes burning into yours. "I'd crawl through hell and back. I'd do anything. Just… please."

You leaned down and kissed him deeply, then took his hand and led him towards the shower. The warm water enveloped you both as you stood beneath the spray. You kissed him again, softly, and he gently cupped your face with his hands, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. Then, in one swift, powerful movement, he lifted your waist and pulled you onto him, entering you in a single, deep thrust. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice rough.

He was rougher this time, his movements more urgent. He moved against you with a primal intensity, his hands exploring your body, kissing your neck, then moving lower to tease your breasts. You clung to his shoulders, moaning softly as he filled you completely.

As he thrust deeper, you whispered against his ear, "You're going to remember this pussy, Pedro...you're going to be thinking about it for a long, long time."

"Fuck, Y/N," he growled against your neck. "You're so fucking good. I can't get enough of you."

"Stop," you whispered, turning your back to him.

He followed your lead, his hands tightening on your waist as he entered you from behind. He moved fast, his thrusts deep and relentless, one hand gripping your neck possessively, the other hand finding your clit and rubbing it rhythmically, driving you wild.

"I want you to cum for me" he growled against your neck.

As he thrust deeper, he whispered against your ear "I want you to be mine."

"Yes," you moaned, your nails digging into his back. "Fuck, yes. I will, I want your cock forever deep inside me."

He pounded into you, his thrusts becoming more frantic as you both teetered on the edge of oblivion.

"Oh...Shitt, Y/N," he gasped. "I'm going to… I'm going to…You're going to make me cum again."

"That's the idea, baby," you purred, your voice thick with lust. "I want you to explode inside me."

You came together, your bodies convulsing in simultaneous ecstasy, a shared cry escaping your lips as you reached your peak. "Fuck," you gasped, your voice raw. "That was… oh, fuck." Your juices mingled with his, dripping down your leg.

As you began to stir, he kissed you once more, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke volumes.

After shower you started to dress, as you were about to leave, he gently stopped you, his hand closing around your wrist.

"Y/N," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "I… I want you to stay tonight. It was… amazing. Truly."

A warmth spread through you. You looked at him, your heart softening. "Are you sure?" you asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

He nodded, his eyes searching yours. "Yes," he said. "I'm sure. I don't want you to go."

You smiled, a genuine smile that reached your eyes. "Okay," you whispered. "I'll stay."

The rest of the night was quiet and intimate. You cuddled together, talking softly, sharing stories and laughter. He told you how much he enjoyed your company, how much he admired your strength and your… everything. You told him how much you enjoyed being with him, how he made you feel. There was a comfortable silence between you, a sense of connection that beat the physical. Eventually, you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling safe, content, and utterly at peace. He held you close, whispering sweet words in your ear as you drifted off, telling you how beautiful you were, how much he liked you, how he couldn't wait to see you again.

❣️

In the early morning, your phone buzzed, jolting you awake. It was Mark, your colleague. "Where are you? Are you late again?" he asked, his voice laced with exasperation. "We're supposed to be at the hotel to take Pedro to the airport."

You glanced at Pedro, still asleep beside you, his face relaxed and peaceful. He looked so cute in his sleep. "I'm already here," you whispered into the phone.

"No you didn't, are you kidding me" Mark chuckled. "You slept with him, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did" you admitted, a smile spreading across your face.

"You QUEEN, you are an lucky bitch!" Mark exclaimed. "You gotta tell me everything! Every single detail!" You could hear him giggling on the other end.

"Just get here," you said, still watching Pedro. "We'll be ready."

You gently woke Pedro with a kiss, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. You got dressed quickly, grabbing two coffees from the hotel's coffee maker.

When you returned to the bed, he was sitting up, stretching, his eyes warm as he looked at you. He pulled you down for another kiss, lingering for a moment. A pang of sadness hit you. This was likely the last time you'd see him.

"I had a great night, Pedro," you said, your voice sincere. "Thank you. And… I'm sorry I won't be able to see you again."

He looked at you, his expression softening.

"I know you got fired," he said. "And I was thinking…would you like to be my private bodyguard? I mean… I want to spend more time with you."

A smile bloomed on your face. "I would like that a lot," you replied, your heart soaring.

Trying to keep it light, you joked, "So, about payment..how does that work? Half in cash, half in…other ways?" You leaned closer, kissing him softly on the neck, then wrapping your arms around him in a warm hug.

He chuckled, holding you close. "I really like you, Y/N," he murmured. "And I'll give you everything you want, babe."

"We have about twenty minutes before Mark gets here," you said, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "So, if you want…" You didn't even get to finish the sentence. He pulled you into a passionate kiss, his hands cupping your face, his touch urgent and demanding.

You placed your right hand on his bulge, feeling the impressive hardness straining against his pants. "Mmm," you teased, lightly squeezing him. "Someone's eager."

He groaned, his eyes darkening. "You have no idea," he whispered. "You're driving me crazy."

"Will you get on your knees for me, Pedro?" you purred, your voice laced with dominance.

"Oh, I will," he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want that so bad. I want to taste you, Y/N."

You kicked off your shoes and swiftly removed your pants, leaving you in just your underwear. He lifted you onto the nearby table, his eyes never leaving yours. He knelt between your thighs, gently removing your panties, his gaze lingering on your exposed flesh.

He leaned down, kissing your inner thigh, then lower, his tongue swirling around your clit, teasing you, driving you wild. You were so wet, dripping with anticipation. "You taste so good," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to miss this pussy."

"Fuck me, Pedro, don't make me wait" you commanded, your voice husky.

He quickly pulled out his cock, now throbbing and hard. He slowly pushed inside you, inch by agonizing inch, watching as your wet pussy swallowed him, milking him with every movement.

He leaned down and kissed you deeply, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. You could feel his cock deep inside you, hitting that sweet spot, igniting a fire within you.

He had moves, moves you'd never experienced before.

With each powerful thrust, he pressed against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "Oh, fuck, Pedro," you moaned, your nails digging into his back. "You feel so good, so big." You screamed his name as you came, a shuddering orgasm ripping through you.

He grunted, his breath ragged and heavy, sweat glistening on his forehead. You pulled him closer, kissing him fiercely. "You fuck me so good," you whispered against his lips. "Best cock ever."

"Your pussy was made for me, darling" he said, his voice thick with passion.

"Fuck yes..," you retorted, a playful smile on your lips. "and you were made for loving me babe."

As you both came down from the high, a knock echoed through the room.

Damn. Mark definitely heard you. You both quickly got dressed, a shared look of amusement passing between you.

As you left the hotel room Mark gave you that smile.

As Pedro turned to walk through door Mark clapped him on the shoulder. "You were great on the show last night, man," he said, a genuine smile on his face. "Absolutely killed it."

"Thanks, Mark," Pedro replied, returning the smile.

Mark then turned to you, his eyebrows waggling. "So," he drawled, "how was your night, Y/N? Anything… interesting happen?"

"Yeah it was amazing," you said, your voice a low purr. "Absolutely fucking amazing. Now, let's go, Mark. We have a plane to catch."

In the car to the airport, the conversation was light and easy. He took your hand, kissing it softly. "Can you come to LA next week," he said, his eyes meeting yours.

"Of course, I'll come," you replied, a hint of longing in your voice.

At the airport, you shared a final, lingering kiss.

"I'm going to miss you," he murmured.

"I'm going to miss you too, Pedro," you whispered. "Be safe."

"Call me when you can," you said, squeezing his hand.

"I will," he promised. "And I'll call you. I promise." He pulled you close, hugging you tightly. "I… I really like you, Y/N."

"I really like you too, Pedro," you replied, your heart full. "See you soon."

You watched as Pedro disappeared through the gate, a wave of anticipation washing over you. You were happy. Happy you'd had the chance to be with him, to connect with him on such a deep, intimate level. Happy that he clearly felt the same way. And you were impatient. So impatient for more.

You couldn't wait to see him again, to feel his touch, to hear his voice, to lose yourself in his arms once more. You knew that this was just the beginning.

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[dismalflo]

All this time

James potter x fem!reader who have been oblivious to each others feelings ✩ 1.2k words

cw; Idiots in love, mutual pining, fluff

an; first james fic!! my requests are open

If the mark of a smart man was knowing when he was defeated, then James Potter was the smartest man on earth. When it came to you he was utterly defeated, no matter how much he tried to deny it. 

‘Oi Prongs! Stop staring at the poor girl, you'll scare her off.’ Sirius teases stopping the trance James seemed to be in. He would like it noted he wasn’t staring, he was gazing. It sounds much more romantic that way he thought.

A rough, but familiar arm drapes over his shoulders as James turns to reply only to be met with Sirius’ knowing smirk, taunting him. He’s never been able to hide from or lie to Sirius. 

‘Oh god, I’m fucked.’ James moans, putting his head in his hands to avoid Sirius’ laugh.

‘You need to pull yourself together, mate. This is embarrassing even for you.’ A hard slap on the back and Sirius slinks away back to Remus’ lap. A part of him wishes it was Remus that caught him, at least he gives some advice before walking away laughing.

He glances over at the boys, only to be met with Remus’ encouraging nod towards you which he promptly ignores.

Before he was caught, James was observing you standing in the kitchen of Sirius and Remus’ flat talking to Lily and Marlene, you’d all sat down for the first time in forever to eat a good meal, have a drink and catch up with each other. He’s surrounded by all the people he loves, and yet when he thinks of who he wants the attention of his head just says; you, you, you. 

For a while James tried flirting with you, but you never reciprocated or seemed to take notice of it, so the only thing James can think is that you really don’t like him and that you might even find him bothersome. He's okay with fancying you from afar now, he's used to it.

He perks up again when he hears the sound of your laughter, looking up he sees Lily whispering something in your ear and the next thing he knows you’re looking directly at him. Oh shit. He's been caught and you’re going to think he's terribly creepy and never talk to him again. Oh fuck. 

He looks back down at the beer in his hand, as he tries to get the blush painting his cheeks under control. The next thing he knows there's a gentle hand tapping his shoulder, and looking up he sees the wonderful angel of a girl, you, who is surely here to let him down gently. You’re too kind to be mean about his obvious pining, he thinks.

‘Can we go have a chat?’ you say in the sweet tone you always seem to have.

He nods, trying to act casual, his heart clenching. This was it, he could already picture the awkward, pitying look in your eyes as you explained how sorry you were that you didn't return his feelings.

He stands up, forcing a smile, and follows you into the other room, not before sending a pleading glance at Sirius to be saved. You turn to face him, your expression unreadable. You seem fidgety, almost nervous?

‘So,’ you start, voice a little hesitant. ‘Lily said something earlier and I thought it was a joke, but she said I should ask you about it.’

‘Oh, what did she say?’ His voice was shaking with nerves.

You shift your weight on your feet, biting your lip. “It was about… you, actually. And me.”

"Oh." He nods, gaze pinned on the wall unwilling to meet your eyes. "Right. Okay." James is begging for you to get this over with, in his head.

You hesitate for a moment, and James looks up to find you watching him intently, your eyes searching his. ‘She said that you fancy me? And I wanted to know if it was true or if she’s just teasing me.’

‘Why would she be teasing you about that?’ James can't help but think this must be a joke at his expense and he definitely doesn't like this one.

‘Well… i think it's quite obvious that i've fancied you forever James.’ 

James feels like the floor drops out from under him. His brain stops processing, and for a few seconds, he’s sure he’s just imagining it. He opens his mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. He’s sure this is a joke, a cruel one at that. His brain catches up and he remembers that you wouldn't be so cruel, neither would any of his friends in the other room. 

‘You... you do?’ he finally manages, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud might break whatever spell has been cast on the moment.

You nod, a soft awkward smile tugging at your lips, and he swears his heart is about to beat out of his chest. ‘Yeah... I don’t know, you’re just so kind and sweet and pretty.’ You sigh, running a hand through your hair, clearly frustrated with yourself.

James realises all at once that he has been so incredibly wrong, so blind, this is ridiculous. 

He can’t help the laugh that bursts out of him, but as soon as he sees the look on your face—your eyes wide, a little hurt, and confused—he immediately regrets it.

‘Wait, no, that’s not what I meant,’ he stammers, his hands instinctively reaching for your shoulders, his fingers brushing the soft fabric of your shirt. ‘I didn’t mean to laugh like that. I just... I can’t believe it, that’s all. I’ve been such an idiot. I like you too. A lot. You never seem to like it when I try to flirt with you.’

You bite your lip, nodding, but James can see the hesitation in your eyes. He feels a pang of guilt, wishing he could take back the stupid laugh.

‘I—I just thought you’d never notice me like that. I’m always so... all over the place, and I thought maybe you thought I was annoying or... I don’t know,’ his voice drops and he sounds unsure of himself now, so different to the James Potter you know.

‘James’ you whisper, your hand gently covering his, the warmth of your skin grounding him. ‘I never thought you were annoying. I thought you were... funny and smart and so kind. I just didn’t know how to—well, I thought you were just joking around with me. I didn’t want to make things weird if that's all it was.’

He takes a step closer, moving one hand from your shoulder to your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the stray hair there. ‘I can’t believe this. You’ve liked me all this time?’ He repeats, still in disbelief.

You nod slowly, and it’s like the weight of everything you’ve both been avoiding comes crashing down on him. The relief that floods through his chest is almost overwhelming. He looks at you with all the adoration he's been trying to hide these past few months.

‘Can I kiss you?’ he whispers, those words only meant for your ears. Your gaze softens as you step closer to him, tilting your chin up, inviting.

‘Yes please.’

[elliesglock]

okay so i had to change my timeline after further research and discussion into pazzi. this one's going to be a little bit more detailed than my other wise pretty vague original one. some things will stay the same because they're pretty obvious but i wanted to cover the little grey area that's 2020-2022 more in depth.

2016

there is proof paige met azzi before their official meeting at team usa. paige and azzi had an aau tournament that overlapped during summer in 2016. azzi is 14 and paige is 15. azzi is playing 2 grades above her age group in her aau league against paige's aau team but she's not playing paige. there's a part in the full game video where it cuts to the sideline and we see big grinning cheesy paige watching the game. from what we know about paige and how she is with azzi, i think she had her eye on azzi. i mean in the part of the video paige is in azzi makes a play and it cuts to paige grinning and looking away all shy. the way her expression is makes her look like she's just seen her crush. and i think she literally did. she's picking at her face and having some nervous ticks in that portion of the video. so i said in my original timeline paige had a secret admirer thing going on. and i 100% stand by that. paige brings up in the slam interview that she knew azzi for 3 years (in 2019) so that timeline lines up with her first seeing azzi. now azzi doesn't remember obviously because she didn't have an eye for paige like p did for her. also she was playing a game. but i find it so interesting that paige remembers it enough to associate their first meeting being a different time than azzi's. it literally gives love at first sight. paige obviously doesn't talk to azzi i don't think until they meet officially in 2017 in the usa trials. do i think paige found her instagram and started stalking it? 100%. i just don't think she followed or liked any of azzi's photos until 2017 when azzi most likely gave her, her instagram. so essentially paige has been plotting on azzi for a total of 9 years since they were literally fetuses. no surprise there from p honestly we're not broaching new territory. imo pazzi have always been soulmates and meant to find each other. so it's no surprise to me paige saw her for the first time and was drawn to her. i don't think either of them had a choice 😭.

2017

they officially meet. this is the time azzi remembers lol. i think paige initiated everything due to what they both have said. and if we think about how she already had a crush on azzi prior, it's not crazy to say she wanted to initiate conversation because azzi was literally her crush or at least someone she admired. i think p saw her again and was like oh yes that pretty girl that was at my aau tournament i've been watching her for a bit let's go make friends with her. plotting p yet again. this is just the first peg in her multi-step generational bag scheme 😭. azzi being azzi is a little shy and standoffish around such a big personality that is paige. i think paige really did try talking to her which is why i don't believe p when she said that they "didn't talk very much off the court". i think they did and there was some flirting probably from paige. anyways either i don't think they really started talking until the plane ride home. they get sat together and ofc p sees her opportunity and thinks yapping azzi's ear off is the way she'll get her. they get home to minnesota and i think this is where they start messing or crossing lines. i'm among the many believers in pazzi nation that p and a were never strictly platonic friends or that they started getting together in college. no they have been getting with each other for a VERY long time. now do i think a relationship was started as soon as they got home in 2017? not dating no. very much fwb. they were young so it's not surprise that they weren't dating, especially considering azzi would have to go back home eventually and they would be separated. also i think it was wayyyyy too complicated for them to label what they had. again they were really young. 15 and 16. nobody knows what they're doing at that age.

2018

i argued before that they started dating here. but i don't think so. the way i see it they were still a situationship pretty much all throughout high school. i felt before like how p was a little possessive and showy of azzi gave dating but i genuinely just think she was talking to azzi and she claimed her as her girl and wanted everybody to know that. does that mean they were in a relationship? no. i don't think they labeled it dating. so situationship is the best descriptor for them. paige and azzi spent a lot of time in 2018. they had usa events, aau tournaments, and many games where they either played against each other or their teams were in the same tournament. there was a lot of flying back and forth from the dmv to minnesota for azzi. i still believe they were seeing each other in between these tournaments and messing around. at this time it was still very dl and they kept it that way. i can see them kinda sneaking around during or after tournaments seeing each other and getting together. all in all, they spent a ton of time together in 2018 and tons of traveling. not necessarily were they flying to specifically see each other but i think they're so involved with basketball they knew they would see each other eventually. and they were def talking in between visits as well. so atp i think it's a talking stage/ situationship. all very casual. kinda like oh i see the girl im talking to every so often and we do stuff. but i dont think they were trying to pursue anything else with anybody. they were still very much only exclusively with one another. i still think they loved each other very platonically here though, love is a big word for each other at such a young age especially with how confusing they're relationship might've been. i think yes definitely they were attracted to one another but not love romantically if that makes sense. but i do think they really liked each other and loved to see each other and talk. they were still best friends at the end of the day and they still are yk. they're just girlfriends now too 😭

2019

this is a big shift. instead of relying on tournaments to see each other azzi and paige start flying to specifically see one another. i think the feelings start to rev up here and even though they are still fwb here imo, they become attached to each other. and they want to see each other a lot. i can see the beginning little blossoms of love here. i still think they view each other as bsfs and they are attracted to one another and do things with each other. but the feelings factor starts to come in. they fly multiple times to come support each other at different events. paige wins at the state championship her junior year and azzi flies down to support her. azzi's team goes to the geico nationals and paige flies down to see her. 2019 is very much a big shift in regards with how they feel about one another all in all. i think it becomes for them a little more complicated than fwb and they really start to like each other in more than just wanting a relationship as friends. in the summer they spend A BUNCH of time together at the cabins, at azzi's house, and also is when they made their joint tik tok account. definitely a lot of messing around with no label this summer. especially with all the time they spent together. i definitely do think they were exclusive at this time as well. just with how they literally had no opportunity to see any other people with the amount of time they were together 😭. and i think they liked it that way. i don't think they really had any interest in pursuing anything else because they had what they wanted really in each other. (that's very soulmate coded and they really tried to ignore it 😒 these idiots). i don't think they mentioned feelings for each other however. kinda just kept it secret and continued taking what they got being together physically iykwim. azzi tears her acl and paige is heartbroken for her. she prays over her knee and carries her to the table and everything. paige has always loved her so much i could literally die right here. the only time away from each other pretty much is when paige goes to usa basketball 3x3 tournament in qatar. and yes they were definitely acting like they were in a talking stage. it's just what teenagers do a lot of the time they're going to for a talking stage rather than a relationship. especially at this time you know.

2020

holy dependency. paige is so obsessed and misses "her" girl (def how paige viewed azzi) so bad she comes and stays with her family during quarantine after her school year ends due to covid. i know this is a little delusional but i think p was really sad and just wanted to go stay with azzi and feel better cause that's the only way she knew how :(. and that was her comfort person and comfort family. i think that's really special to have at 17. azzi also flew down early in the year and watched paige's state tournament games before they were cut short. this is also when we get the "team paige" shirts and her being in the crowd and everything. one thing about pazzi they gonna go watch each other play. it's one of the things they first fell in love with with one another. it's a huge part of their lives so obviously they're gonna go support each other in those times. i think spending all that time together again nurtured a lot of feelings between them and a lot of unspoken love. i truly have always believed this is when they became as in love with each other as they are today. i think they've always had feelings for each other but being with essentially your person for that period of time would cause anyone to fall head over heels. and they certainly did. however, they probably admitted to their feelings but were scared to take it to the next level because of college coming up and the distance and how hard it is to make those work when you're young. so i don't think they took it to the next step. i think they decided to remain friends and possibly wanted to stay intimate with each other but not label it yet again. paige goes to college in the fall and azzi comes and visits her a few times. even on her birthday to tell her she's committing to uconn after paige has been WORKING on those videos to get her to come. to me i think that's very intimate and sweet and it really shows how much they feel for one another. here i think they probably do things when azzi comes to campus and have a dependency on each other but try to stay firm on their no labels kinda deal.

2021

oh 2021 how i hate you. soooo fucking confusing. that's all i can say. they're together pretty consistently in the beginning of the year and azzi even goes to paige's final four game in march. i still think they're staying strong in whatever situationship they cooked up and still have those feelings and that love for each other. they hang out in the summer a lot and mess around 100% and then eventually they go to uconn together to spend even more time together. they literally can't catch a breath that's not around each other i love it so bad. when i think of 2021-2022 pazzi i think dependency. i think around this time having to basically live with one another, go to the same school, and also play on the same team together it creates a big problem for their just fwb situation. i don't know if there were conversations that geared towards maybe labeling what they had but it's a possibility. i think they still try to stay really cemented in their boundaries and i think they're scared of fucking up a relationship and messing up their ability to be teammates. and i don't think they could resist getting with one another in this time and that also made the pushing to be more labeled worse. a lot of feelings and emotions and most likely arguments and i think 2021-2022 is a hard time for pazzi. they're 18 and 19 btw. like that shits difficult to navigate at a young age not even mentioning all the eyes and pressure that were on them at this time.

2022

we're still in that weird idiotic time where they just won't admit they should be together. i know the whole team was so tired of them. i do think they were having riffs and arguments and problems based on what azzi was posting on tik tok and also how aaliyah was hyping her up 😭 there are some tricky comments and reposts around this time however. but i do think they clean up their act a bit and they really are sick of constantly being confused so they decided to casually date and test the waters. one of azzi's friends comments "chill people girlfriends are on this app" on azzi's post i believe and azzi likes it. also paige reposts a video that says "when you have a girlfriend that cries seeing old people sitting alone." now i like how they immediately jump to calling each other girlfriends because they knew they were already doing that before 😭 p seems like def the type to be like yeah my girl i love my girl this is my girl while they're literally just fwb. everybody at this time that matters already knows the trials and tribulations those bitches have been through so i think it's a sigh of relief for everyone to be able to know that pazzi were not doing their weird situationship anymore. hence azzi's friend commenting that.

2023-2024

the casual dating and testing the waters works out for them and they realize how much they like being with one another and how they really were never gonna be able to stop it. it's probably an inside joke between them now to make fun of themselves for thinking with their soulmate ass bond they were going to make it just being a situationship. i think they are officially locked in by mid to late 2023 but at that point they had been pretty much in a exclusive relationship for a year just testing everything. now we are eating good and they're getting married and everything's fine. kids on the way and everything.

so that's my updated timeline! thank for reading 💕 please send any of your thoughts i'd love to read them!

for the anon that asked for the shady tik toks:

aaliyah tik tok where azzi sings "one good girl is worth a thousand bitches." and comments "what i said 🗣️" under it that aaliyah likes

azzi tik tok where she says she's outside and captions it #howboutdat. aaliyah comments "slayed 😏😏". they are so messy yall. i think azzi was pissed cause paige did the same audio a week prior and they might've had an argument or sum. and she did her signature like eat that post 😭.

paige post where she used a city girl song that says "i'm a mf city girl ain't shi free bout me." i don't know if this one's messy but p is so sassy like shit

[selfloverrrrrr]

An insult

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, Noncon, revenge, bratty reader, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Gojo's POV

Y/n...she knows all of us from when we all joined jujutsu high. Because she's the only daughter of principal Yaga. In short she's a bitch! She thinks she owns everything just because she's the daughter of the principal. I especially don't know why... She hates me. A lotttt. And always make me get punishments from the teachers for no reason!

I can kill her if I want to. She even knows that. But I can't because she's the daughter of the fucking principal. And she also knows it damn well that I can't do anything. She pisses me off. But oh godddddd she's so damn hot. 10 years passed. She's become MORE hot than those days. Every time I see her. She makes my heart skip a beat.

But if she shuts the fuck up for a second. Can she just not talk to me normally for a second?! She's goddamn lucky that she's Yaga's daughter. She also works in jujutsu high. That's why I can see her more often. God that pretty face, that sexy body. How can't a guy fall for it. Oh the way I can ruin her. Make her beg for more......

But she hates me. I don't think she hates anyone more than me. It was lunch break. I went inside the office and sat on my chair. Shoko and y/n were already there. I stretched my legs on the table. I looked at y/n and smirked. She's currently busy checking a file. "Why are you wasting your lunch break with those stupid files?" I asked.

"at least I'm not wasting my life like yours" she replied. There she starts again! "You think being the strongest is a waste of life?" I asked. "Idk about being the strongest.... but being Gojo Satoru is really a waste of life" she replied. "You know what?-" but Shoko didn't let me finish. "Alright alright you two shut up and I'm going out for smoke. Don't kill eachother " she said and went out.

Y/n's POV

Lunch break was almost done. I went up from my seat and was about to get out of the room. "Wait. I wanna talk" Gojo said. "What now?" I asked. "You know I'm having free time after a long time next week" Gojo said with a grin. "Ok. Congratulations to you" I replied. He rolled my eyes. "Y/n come on! Can you please not act like you just don't know I love you. Ik that yk." He replied.

"yeah I know. And what do you want me to do? Like OH MY GOD GOJO SATORU??? YOU WANNA DATE ME???? You want me to act like that?" I asked. "No. At least don't ignore my flirting" he said. "Those are shitty flirting. And what do you want me to react? Like I'm gonna spread my legs or something?" I asked. "I think the word bitch was invited because of you" he said.

"well thank you... that's a compliment for me" I replied. "I'm pretty sure you have lost your brain somewhere" he said. "Atleast I didn't lost my bestfriend like you did. And look at the plot.... you met him after 10 years and he got killed by you" I replied. And the look on Gojo's face. If looks could kill anyone I would have been DEAD! Did I really said too much? Cause for the first time I was scared of him.

He was silent and looking at me with anger. Then he took a deep breath and smiled. He went up from his seat. No no no this is bad he's scaring me! He started walking towards me and I walked backwards. Until my back touched the wall. He was now standing in front of me. I was looking at him with scared eyes. He leaned towards me. Faces inches away. His smile was so creepy.

My heart felt like it's gonna burst now. Idk if he was about to say something but in that moment Yaga came there. "Gojo? Oh you're here. God! What are you two doing? Quarrelling again?" He asked. "Anyways. Gojo you're not having free time next week. None of us going to have it. We all are going shibuya today. There's someone put on a veil which only wants you to be in there. We're moving there today" Yaga said. Gojo just nodded and went out.

As they both went out. I sit on my seat. My hands were shaking. Fuck fuck fuck fuck..... okay clam down clam down. I told myself. I almost saw my death there. I know he can kill me in seconds if he wants to. Did I really say too much this time? I was thinking when Shoko entered. She almost rushed into the room. "gosh, you're alive? Thank God. I thought Gojo already killed you" she said. I tried my best not to look nervous. "Why?" I asked.

"Gurl in my whole life I've never seen him with that much rage. The door outside of our corridor? He slammed that door close and it literally broke into pieces! He didn't even look back. Did anything happen between you two?" She asked. "W-what? NO. I mean ofcourse not" I replied. "You sure? He was really angry... like I've never seen that man in that much rage" she said. "No nothing happened.... let's just go home. We have to go to Shibuya today evening" I said and we both headed out.

We all went to our home to pack all of our bags. But the tension was circling inside me. Y/n relax...he won't do anything. Of course he won't.... You're the daughter of yaga... I told myself. "You done?" A voice came and I jolted. "Oh dad, you! You scared me. Yeah I'm done" I replied. "Okay then let's go" he said and I nodded. The journey wasn't that concerning cause Gojo wasn't in our compartment. When we reached Shibuya we couldn't go to the Vail cause it's only for Gojo. We were fighting the curses out side when the news came that Gojo got sealed....... then the mess began.

[So many people died. Sukuna took over Yuji's body and created a huge mess. Yaga got executed. Then Gojo Satoru got unsealed.]

Gojo's POV

"ah fuck my shoulder hurts.... gonna sleep on the mattress after soooo long time" I said and was unlocking the door of the hotel room I bought for myself to stay. But couldn't get time to stay here for a day because of the seal. Everyone got their own rooms in hotel tho. Of course we sorcerers have to stay somewhere. I stretched my arms and went inside. Then clicked the door shut.

I took off my shoes. Then walked inside. Washing my face and taking a shower I went inside the bedroom. And and and.... what I see there? Y/n laying on my bed. Sleeping deeply. Clinging on the side pillow. Her satin night dress rode up her hips. Revealing her panties and fuller ass. A smirk came on my lips. But what is she doing here? I picked up my phone and called Shoko.

"hello?" She answered the call. "Shoko, I didn't expect this surprise for me" I replied looking at y/n's figure. She's breathing calmly. "What surprise?" Shoko asked. "Y/n in my bed" I replied. "Ohhhh...I totally forgot to tell you... The room she booked for herself was destroyed after Sukuna's attack. And you were sealed so we gave her your room's kye to her to use it. You can use my room and I'll use yours with y/n" she replied.

"Shoko..... Yaga is dead now. Isn't he?" I asked. "Yeah... Almost 3 weeks" she replied. "So you still think I'm gonna leave my fun for which I waited for years?" I asked with a grin. Shoko laughed on the other side. "Yeah..... fine. Do whatever you want. Buy me an expensive wine tomorrow and some cigarettes" she said. "Oh I'll buy you 5 bottles" I replied and ended the call. "Now now now....we had some shits pending" I said and climbed on the bed.

Y/n's POV

I was sleeping. Suddenly I woke up. I felt something weird. Something wet on my... stomach? I opened my eyes and backed away thinking it's a curse. Then realised it's Gojo sitting infront of me? He was giving open mouthed kisses on my belly? I was shocked, scared, confused at the same time. "W-what are you doing?!" I asked. And he was smirking at me?!

"first of all you're in my room" he replied. "When the hell did you get unsealed?!" I asked almost loudly. He was staring at me. As if this is my nightmare. "Today. And....You still disrespecting me?" He asked and grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him with his one hand and made me sit on his lap. I screamed when he did. I knew it's not because I just talked like that... it's for the old matter. I heard him chuckled.

"you're already scared of me? We didn't even start talking" he said gripping tightly my leg. "Gojo I got injured in that leg stop gripping it tightly" I said trying to lose his grip. "Then you should spread your legs willingly or it'll hurt you" he said. "H-huh?" I was stunned. Is he really going insane?! "You heard me" he said with a smirk. I started panicking. "Gojo listen I'm sorry... i-i shouldn't have said that" I apologise.

He chuckled. So you know how huge mistake you've done?" He said. His hand trailing under my dress. I tried to stop his hand. "Gojo P-Please... don't do this I'm sorry" I said. "Yaga died and your so called ego died too?" He said. He grabbed me by my hair and kissed me. I pushed his chest and he didn't move an inch?! He forced his tongue inside me. "I knew you'll taste good" he said.

"Gojo Stop this! P-Please" I was so scared. "Oh we're just getting started I'm gonna take revenge of all your bratty attitude of all those years" he said and trailed open mouth kisses from my jaw then neck then collarbone. I tried to pull his hair. But no no no. No chance. "Why are you still dressed?" He said between kisses.

He tore off my dress. I tried to stop him but my strength was nothing for him. I was just left in my panties. "No bra? You were waiting for this?" He asked and leaned to lick my nipple. His was teasing too much. I moaned. He continued his teasing licking and sucking on my nipple. With his one hand he grabbed my other boob and squeezed it roughly. I screamed so loudly.

"Leave me... P-Please I beg you.... Gojo please" I begged. "Baddie is begging now?" He said with his smirk. When he was done playing with my nipples and boobs he got up and started taking off my panties. " Gojo please...." I begged again but he didn't listen to me. He brought his face close to my pussy and licked it. "Oh...someone is wet~.... so you're liking being a slut huh?" he whispered with a smirk.

He took off his pant. His huge length was out now. My eyes widened at his length. It was too long and too thick. "What slut? Thinking can't take it?" He said. He grabbed his dick stroked it two or three times then line it with my entrence. I began to panic. " Gojo Gojo no.... please no .... Gojo please no... It's too big.... it's not gonna fit." I sobbingly begged him. " should have think before you open your bitchy mouth... especially that day" He whispered in my ear.

"I won't I won't... P-Please I won't again" I cried out. He slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I screamed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thrusting in and out roughly. I was through my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he liked it so much. His thrust became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself.

"Look at yourself whore....fucking clenching around my dick like a whore you are" With a few more thrust I came. He again smirked at me. He was still thrusting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Shhh.... shut up and just fucking take what I'm giving you." He screamed. I was crying like an helpless.... "Gojo P-Please I won't do that again" was the only thing coming out of my mouth. Vision was blurry by my tears. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He didn't pull out yet.

"you know I deserve everything I want. I didn't say a shit to you for whatever you said just because you were yaga's daughter and I always liked you. If it was anyone else... would've dead from the first day " he said looking at me. He leaned towards me. "And you know what... you're hot. And ofcourse I'm the only one who's gonna get you anyways..... so how does it feels to fucking up your own life?" He whispered in my ear and chuckled.....

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[n1-lance-defender]

we are 10 minutes in and it is already terrible/amazing no in between

let me update as it happens

amazing how we book an entire arena to show the color of cars that look exactly the same as last year

someone who doesn't love anything more than being here, Max (camera cut to him)

“Some drivers would rather be anywhere else but not this guy” still focusing the camera on max

Beef with George (camera focus on George), plus mention of how he is the nicest

Toto comment about running away with Kimi when Lewis left

he just said, here is the most attractive man in F1, THE MAN THAT MY WIFE IMAGINES WHILE MAKING OUT WITH ME?!!! Charles Leclerc. then a camera focus to Charles.

A lot of awkward laughs from everyone being mention.

dude (the presenter) you are not funny, PLEASE STOP!

Laura Winter is on stage pretending the livery of stake kick Sauber is any good

The livery is 60% black, then the front fluorescent green.

Gabriel Bortoleto was so scared, honestly same

“sorry, I just got lost in Charles' eyes” same presenter from the start. the one of the make out with my wife comment. Charles was standing 2 meters away from him.

Then is “there a guy actually named Mike Krac?” Laura, I beg you take the mic away from that man.

he wasn't lying at the start the cars do look the same as last year, Williams is just full blue. like no other detail, but at least it has some color.

James Vowels trying to take a selfie, that is cute at least

I don't have enough English vocabulary to understand half of the things being said in the interview

remember is Visa Cash App Racing Bulls, official now

“Yuki and Isack are 6 foot combine”, said in the shown, after a drag queen asked if F1 was that sport with really short guys.

OMG, THE VCARB LIVERY IS SO PRETTY. ALL WHITE WITH BLUE, I LOVE IT. they might not be good with names, but the livery is fire.

“Haas does it its way, the American way” I forget so often they are American.

ANOTHER ALL WHITE LIVERY, ok, I love this one, it looks very cool.

He just said one of the greatest rivalries in F1 is Fernando against time, he doesn't look very happy to be there

lets all pray for a second for Alpine to be full pink livery

YESSS IT HAS FULL COLOR THANK GOT! forget about all pink, this one is so much better. Blue with all pink details, I love it!!!!

Not the caps hiding the bald heads.

It's our team turn now, I'm going to get back to prying. please, Aston, do not disappoint

They are doing a BUHHH when they mention the FIA. I love this crowd.

YEEESSSSS WE SLAY SO HARD THAT WAS ACTUALLY SO COOL

OMG JAMES BONG AND THEN THAT ANIMATION WE ACTUALLY DIDN'T BECOME A DISAPPOINTMENT

The livery is similar but nonetheless pretty. Might be overlooking, but it looks lighter green and the yellow looks great.

No comments about the F1 movie trailer

Mercedes is yet again with the “every dream needs a team” which is a choice to say the least.

All black livery with some silver. again.

awww Toto looks like a very proud parent to Kimi

Not Gordon Ramsey defending the drivers when it comes to swering. that is a 10000 euro fine JAJKAJAJ

And....Red Bull it is identical to last five years!!!! if it ain't broken why fix it.

So Ferrari happen, I was kinda expecting more from them. Again if it ain't broken why fix it

Finally McLaren, now that is an identical livery

Probably I'm heavily biased but the show kinda died after Aston, still liked it though

"McLaren have already signed Kimi" JAJABAVH ok dude whose name I still don't know that was funny

With that we are done with the F1 75 show! Let's go racing now only...25 more days

[night-raven-miscellany]

Yuna shook her head.

"God... That mine incident was. Something, alright..." She said, a huff of laughter escaping her lips.

She didn't exactly remember it too fondly, aside from the fact that, well, she survived, albeit with a sprained ankle and the permanent scarring of nearly dying to a massive ink monster that she now knew to be a phantom.

Well, at least she had made some friends out of it... Sort of...

Actually, she didn't know if the others she suffered with considered her a friend or not... She wasn't going to dwell on that, though.

"I guess I get where Yuuto is coming from on the fun thing, though? I mean... Nearly dying over a rock certainly wasn't fun, but I at least found getting to finally learn something about this world fun."

She had a feeling that the specifics of the "fun" sentiment were certainly different, but she could at least think of some part of the experience she enjoyed.

"But, honestly, don't even get me started on Ramshackle..." She said, her gaze going distant for a moment.

It wasn't bad now, or at least, it wouldn't be once she got it fixed up again, but at first?

She thought about the first night she spent in that dorm before Grim made his presence known. It was spent trying to tidy up enough of the place in such a frenzy so as to avoid the mental breakdown Yuna was already risking facing from getting 10x worse. She still has a mini heart attack every time she finds a cobweb in a random corner, wondering if there was just more to clean...

"It kinda grows on you over time, though... I do miss my house in my old world. But... I can't say I really hate living in the dorm with the ghosts. In fact, it's actually kinda preferable to how things used to be, in some ways."

[✨OPEN RP PROMPT POST-OB YAHOOO!!!!]

Yuna was... Exhausted, to say the least.

Her outburst had not lasted long, but then again, these sorts of things never did.

On top of that, she had no experience with magic whatsoever, and it was a wonder she wasn't outright dead, if not comatose.

She stared up aimlessly at the ceiling of the infirmary, left to reflect on her (admittedly humiliating) actions, wondering if there would be anyone who would grace her with their company, even if it were only to scold her for her recklessness and nothing more.

[cherryeclipses]

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 i love you, i'm sorry...pt two

dean winchester x reader

part 1 here

ex lovers to enemies (potentially back to lovers) angst, hurt/comfort, fem!reader, no use of Y/N, bestie!sam

definite timeline inconsistencies with the show oops

word count: 2.6k

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Dean let out a pained cry, his back slamming against the concrete wall, the demon he was attempting to fight had a knife pressed hard against his throat. Sam was down the other end of the room, slumped over in pain. This was it they both thought. Finally up against a demon strong enough, smart enough to beat the both of them.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out loud, before the demon fell backwards in pain before he was stabbed right through the heart, killing him instantly. Dean slid down the wall, trying to catch his breath. "Thanks." He wheezed. "You're welcome." An all too familiar voice replied. Dean's head snapped up to meet your gaze. "What the fuck?" He muttered, coming to his feet. You ignore him, walking over to Sam to check on him. He was alive but terribly injured, you help him up "what are you doing here?" Sam manages to ask. "Saving your idiotic asses obviously." You answer seriously. "Now stop asking so many questions and let's get you guys out of here and patched up before you bleed out." "Woah, woah. stop right there. We can handle ourselves, we're not going anywhere with you." Dean snarls, pulling his brother off of you. "Fine. Next time a demon nearly tanks the two of you, I won't try to help. Besides, you look like you're in great shape to stitch up your own wound." You say frustratedly pointing out the open wound on Dean's stomach, blood seeping through his shirt. Sam took Dean aside, gesturing for you to give them a minute alone. "C'mon man, she did just save our lives and you're bleeding out pretty bad." "No way. I'm not letting her touch me."

You were leaning up against the impala, kicking rocks from under your feet, wondering how long you should wait for them when they finally returned. "Follow us back to our motel and thank you again. I don't know what we would've done if you weren't there." Sam said sincerely. "Get off my baby, you'll put a dent in the door." Was all Dean had to say.

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Once at the boy's motel room, Dean reluctantly laid on the bed as you began cleaning and stitching his wound. Sam retreated to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up and also to give the two of you some time alone. It had been almost 4 years since you last saw Dean. "Are you almost done?" Dean winced, taking another swig of his whiskey. "Do I look done?" You answered. "You're probably just taking longer so you can torture me." "Thanks for the idea." You said, tying off the end of his stitches. "There. You'll live." You stood up, snatching the bottle off Dean and taking a long sip before calling out to Sam "hey Sammy I'm heading out."

You had just made it to your car when you heard Sam calling out after you. "You're leaving already?" "I said I was coming to make sure you guys didn't bleed out, I did that, now I'm leaving." You shrug. "Please stay? I haven't seen you in so long and it'd be good for Dean too." He begged, looking at you with his big brown puppy dog eyes. You gave him a sad smile "I can't Sam, I'm sorry." "Okay fine but can we at least get a drink or something without Dean?" You thought about it for a minute, you really still loved Sam. He was your best friend and little brother. "Yeah okay, I'd like that." You admitted. "Great, um still got the same number?" He asked hopefully. You chuckled, "yeah I do, I'm staying in town for the week so just text me whenever, okay?" With that he hugged you goodbye and you drove back to your own hotel just 10 minutes down the road.

"What'd you say?" Dean asked Sam, finishing off the bottle of cheap whiskey. "Nothing, just wanted to say goodbye." "Why?" "She was my friend Dean, what happened between the two of you anyways? You never talk about her." Sam asked frustrated with his brother. Dean narrowed his eyes "nothing, like I told you we just didn't work out." The conversation trailed off with Dean announcing he needed sleep. Sam couldn't believe that your relationship ended amicably. Not with the way Dean was so quick to fire up at you and the hurt he could see in your eyes when he did.

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You entered the diner feeling nervous, you hadn't seen Sam since he went off to college; meeting up with him once or twice before your lives both got too busy. You had no idea what Dean had told him or what he thought of you. You spotted Sam in the corner booth, wiping your damp palms on your jeans you made your way over. "Hey, you actually made it!" The boy smiled, leaning down you hug you sweetly. "Of course, why wouldn't I?" You sat across from him, a steaming cup of coffee already waiting for you. "I don't know, maybe you hate me as much as you do Dean." He said with a laugh. "This is for me?" You asked bringing the coffee cup to your lips. "Yeah, black, no cream, no sugar, right?" "Yeah...you remembered." Sam Winchester truly had not changed, he was still thoughtful as ever. "Of course, it's not that difficult of an order." He joked, not mentioning it was the same way Dean liked his coffee.

"So how's Jessica? Did you ever ask her out?" You asked, hoping not to spend all afternoon talking about your relationship with his brother. Sam took a little while to answer. Shit. Had you said the wrong thing? "Um, I did. " He begins quietly. "She was killed, a few years back." Your jaw dropped. "Shit, Sam I am so sorry. I had no idea." "No it's alright, of course you didn't. Um things were good, we dated for awhile and I think she was the one but a demon got to her. Same one that got mum actually." Sam explained. "Fucking hell Sam. That's horrible. Honestly that is so shit. I 'm sorry... At least you got some time with her. Really, it's like whenever your life is going well, they can sense it and come to mess it all up." You vent, no one deserved that. Especially not Sam. "I know but it's okay. I've dealt with it." He said sincerely. You nodded, taking a sip of your coffee.

"Anyways how have you been?" Sam attempts to change the subject. "Alright, y'know the usual. Just picking up hunts here and there." Sam had a way of looking right into someone's soul, a look that would make anyone confess their sins. You could tell he was waiting for you to say more, but you don't. "Okay, can I just say it? What happened with you and Dean. The last time I saw you everything was going well and now Dean refuses to talk about you." You weren't surprised, honestly you were waiting for him to bring it up but you thought Dean would've spent the last few years bad-mouthing you considering the way you left. "He really didn't tell you?" You ask skeptically. Sam just shook his head. "Alright fine, only because I know how much you love gossip." You sighed, Sam laughed, allowing you to continue. "You're right, everything was going well. Really well, but I could tell John was getting fed up with me y'know. One day I heard the two of them arguing -" "About you?" Sam interrupts. You nod, "to cut a sad story short, Dean came out of that argument and broke up with me. No explanation, just said it was something he had to do." You finished, your chest feeling tight as you relived your worst memory. You had tried to act like that day didn't exist, never allowing yourself to remember it.

"What a dick." Sam exclaimed. "That's it? He didn't explain why?" "Nope. Nothing. Now you see why I didn't want to say. Your idiot brother broke my heart Sam." Sam reached out to cup your hands in his in comfort. "I'm so sorry. He always lets dad get into his head. He really did love you." Sam said. "You don't need to apologise, I'm just glad we can still be friends. I should call you more." You give your best friend a smile.

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"I promise to keep in touch." You say hugging Sam tightly. "Good, stay safe please." He asks before you're driving back down the highway.

A few weeks had passed since you last saw the Winchester brothers and the hole in your heart, you thought you had healed had reopened. It felt like Dean was breaking up with you all over again, memories of your romance keeping you up at night. There had been other men since Dean, sure, but no one felt the same. No guy understood you like he did, wanted you and loved you like he did. You couldn't find the motivation for another hunt at the moment, all you had the motivation for was wallowing in your own heartbreak.

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"There's no lore on this goddamn son of a bitch anywhere!" Dean exclaimed grumpily throwing another old book onto the floor. "Did Bobby call back yet?" He asked Sam. "Not yet..." Sam replied, getting up from his chair to get another beer. "What the hell are we going to do? We don't know what it is, where it came from or most importantly, how to kill it!" Dean said, slumping over in his chair. After a moment of uncomfortable silence Sam spoke up, "you know, there is someone who might know what we're dealing with." "Who?" Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean, "someone who can read in 4 languages and has a near- perfect memory for all things deadly." "No way." Dean almost laughed as the relisation hit him. "We are not calling her, she already embarrassed us by saving our asses against that demon. We cannot go crawling back to her now." "Why would it be so bad? We need help, she's the only other person who might be able to." "Sam, I said no. I'm not working with her." Sam rolled his eyes and waited until Dean left the room before pulling out his phone and dialling your number.

"Hey Sam, miss me already?" You answer the phone in two rings. "Hey. Yeah something like that. Look we're working on a case, honestly we have no idea what we're up against, neither does Bobby. Do you think you could give us a hand with some research?" The line was silent for a few moments. "I don't know Sam..." "I get it, I mean you're only our last hope." He said, baiting you. "Does Dean know you called me?" It was Sam's turn to go quiet. "Fine, where are you boys?" "Mississippi, I'll text you the address." "I can be there in 3 hours, 4 tops." You answer, already packing up your bag. "You're the best. Thank you." "Only for my favourite Winchester." You chuckle, hanging up the call.

Within 20 minutes your bags are packed and you're on the road. Maybe this time will be different...who are you kidding, you and Dean are equally as stubborn. You think to yourself as you roll the windows down, letting the cool afternoon breeze flow through your hair.

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A soft knock at the door caught Dean's attention, narrowing his eyes over at Sam, one hand reaching for his gun. "Put it away." Was all Sam said as he opened the motel door. "Hey." You said quietly, embracing the younger Winchester in a hug. "Thanks for getting here so fast, we could really use your help." "No problem-" "You called her?" Dean asked gruffly. "Sure did. We need help Dean." Sam said standing his ground, as he took your bag from you. Ignoring Dean you walked over to the pile of newspaper articles and Sam's open laptop. "So what are we dealing with?" "We have no idea." Sam began, pulling up a chair and going over the recent cases with you.

"It's nearly midnight, I'm going to check you into a room. I'll be back in a minute, try not to shoot each other." Sam begged, leaving you and Dean alone. You looked up from the article you had been reading, Dean's brow was furrowed, concentrating on reading an ancient lore book, he looked exhausted. The bags under his eyes looked like they had been there for months but he still looked beautiful. It was unfair how stressed he could be but he still looked gorgeous. Lost in your daydream you didn't realise Dean had been talking to you. "-but you ever seen anything like this before?" He asked. "Uh, sorry I kinda zoned out. But this is nothing that I've dealt with, it feels so familiar though." Your cheeks flushed, you couldn't believe you got caught staring. "Well that's just great." He said, slamming the book closed. "Can we just stop. This is so childish, we can't even be in a room together without arguing. Just remember who broke up with who Dean." Your heart was beating in your ears but you had to address it. Dean leaned back in his seat, locking eyes with you. "I do remember. That's why I don't want you here." Your jaw dropped slightly, you'd never heard Dean be so cruel, you knew he was upset but you didn't realise he hated you so much. Just as you opened your mouth to respond Sam returned. "All booked in room 8 next door." He said. "Thanks Sam." You stood up grabbing your bag and slamming the door behind you."

That night you refused to allow yourself to cry, Dean was your high school boyfriend he shouldn't have this much hold on you. So you turned to alcohol, drinking a whole bottle and then some. You awoke groggily the next morning wearing the same outfit you had on the day before, your makeup imprinted on the pillow. You sat up quickly, much to your head and body's horror; suddenly having a realisation as to what the boys were up against.

Dean rolled over after an uncomfortable nights sleep, Sam humming to himself in the shower waking him. He had tossed and turned all night, thoughts of you keeping him up. You were always the one he let get away, no matter how many women he met, how many he slept with, he always ended up comparing them to you. Now you're back in his life and he couldn't handle the thought of losing you again, so he pushes. Pushing you away, so far that you might never come back and his heart can stay guarded.

He finally found the strength to get out of bed, yawning as he began looking around the room for where he threw his shirt last night, when the door flung open surprising him. "What the f-" "Leviathan." You say out of breath. "What are you talking about?" Dean asked, startled. "I know what those things are, Leviathan from purgatory." "You're a genius." Sam yelled from the bathroom. "Well now you've figured it out, can you give us some privacy. You can't just go barging into people's rooms like that." Dean said finally picking up his t shirt. "It's nothing I haven't seen before." You wink at him before closing the door.

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