#i literally could not tell what i was doing at the end because of how messed up my screen was

[inbabylontheywept]

Just a warning, this is pretty long:

So, the first weird thing about Mormonism is the degree to which it imagines eternity as being driven by bureaucratic processes. An example of this is the belief that people in the afterlife can and will receive the church's teachings and become full spiritual converts, but will not actually be allowed into full heaven until someone on Earth performs the full baptism ritual in a temple. There is a physical bureaucratic limiter beyond one's beliefs that must occur for conversion to "count." This also applies to things like marriages. You can be married on Earth, but the heavenly bureaucratic mechanism won't actually recognize your marriage until you, again, have someone perform the necessary temple ritual.

(There is this weird persistent feeling that God wants to help you, he just needs you to fill out the right forms.)

Those are relatively benign examples. In Nazi Germany, Helmuth Günther Hübener was both executed by the state and excommunicated by the church for distributing anti-Nazi pamphlets and listening to foreign radio broadcasts. He did nothing that anyone could consider violent in any way. Not that it would've mattered - fighting Nazis was a moral duty - but he literally just handed out pamphlets. When the war ended, he was formally restored as a member and given the same rituals more people receive by age 18. Which I suppose is good, but it always struck me as a much weirder approach than simply saying: No. The excommunication obviously never counted. God is not controlled by burueacracy. 10,000 Nazi Mormons can sign 10,000 documents stating that you are, in the eyes of God, no longer a Mormon, and your status will not change because God is the one guy in Germany not stuck following orders.

But that would have also required admitting that ultimately, excommunications are not in the church's control. They can sign as many papers as they want, but if those papers have to get approved by God, and you're pretty sure God won't sign them, they have no control over you. Ultimately, I find the best power pose against excommunication to be: No. I'm not. You don't get to decide who is a Mormon. God does. And God is still with me.

How does this tie the difficulty in leaving the church?

The Mormons take all this shit extremely seriously. They have enormous paper archives of member data, intended to last thousands of years, stored in (I think?) giant underground salt mines, with literally the most rigorous archival methods of any organization on the planet. They are genuinely trying to make a paperwork trail capable of lasting through the two-thousand years after Christ's return. They acually literally believe that eventually, everyone's full time job will be keeping track of everyone who ever lived, and fulfilling the paperwork needed for those people to return to heaven with their families intact. That's what the righteous will be doing for the two milleniums after Christ's return. Those poor bastards.

This is extremely important to them. That's what your file is for. It says who you are, who your parents are, what rites you have completed, and which you still need. They one day plan on having a file for everyone that ever lived. And when you leave the church through the formal process, part of what you're requesting is that they destroy your file.

They hate destroying your file, but they're required to by law if you request it. In the end it is your information, and they don't have a right to it, but they feel like they have a right to it because they're not evil they're just trying to save your stupid idiot soul, goshdarnit. So they fight like hell if you tell them to. It's not enough to just ask, and it frankly isn't even enough to ask while telling them that you know you have a legal right. You have to ask, with a lawyer present, because that way they know that they can and will be sued for noncomplianced. Then they do. Allegedly. I'm still not convinced that they don't just take your file and carry it into some very deep, very dark part of the salt mine with a lock that's designed to open after 200 years or something.

Legitimate *pro bono legal services* don’t exist without a good reason. In a few of the exmormon groups I’m in you’ll see regular posts saying stuff like “Look what my lawyer sent me today!” with a pic of their resignation confirmation letter from the church.

You know. Just stuff that a normal average church that is definitely not actually a cult would do. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

🙄

[houseofblve]

hi gorj can we have an angel one shot about what went on at the double date and maybe bits where reader realizes rafe is having fun🙏🏽

𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚝.2

𝗒/𝗇, 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝗃𝗃, 𝖺𝗇��� 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾

𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌

rafe loved y/n—he loved her more than words could say. but right now? he was questioning every single decision he'd ever made.

he'd hung out with y/n and her friends before, though never exactly by choice, but this time felt different. it wasn’t just another big group hangout—it was a double date. with jj and pope.

"we're going to have so much fun," y/n grinned as she slipped into the outfit she’d picked out.

rafe dramatically flopped back on the bed, grabbing y/n's cat, miso, and sitting her on his chest. "fun? i can think of a thousand things i'd rather do than this."

"don’t act like you’re not excited."

"i’m not acting," he groaned. "i think i’d rather kill myself."

y/n rolled her eyes as she finished getting ready. "you're so dramatic. come on, let’s go."

rafe let out an exaggerated sigh, reluctantly setting miso down before sitting up. "where are we even going?"

"bowling, of course."

rafe groaned once more. "fucking bowling? really? are we freshmen in high school?"

"quit being a little bitch and get up," she said, pulling him off the bed and playfully slapping his ass to hurry him out the door. he was already wishing the night was over.

"strike, baby, woo!" jj cheered, watching all the pins crash down.

"how?! literally, how?!" y/n grumbled.

rafe grabbed a ball, walked up to the lane, and rolled it, knocking down all the pins.

"fuck yeah!" he shouted, barely containing his excitement as jj groaned.

"good job, baby! we're doing so good," y/n cheered, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"we? i think you mean me," rafe teased, smiling at the kiss.

"yeah, rafe and i are carrying you two," jj chimed in.

"in my defense, i’ve made it very clear that athletics are not my thing," pope said, rolling his ball... straight into the gutter. "how the fuck does this always happen?"

y/n winked. "let me show you how it’s done, pope," she said confidently, rolling her ball—only for it to fall into the gutter, too. "goddamn it."

"jesus fucking christ, you two are awful," rafe said, jj nodding in agreement.

y/n plopped down next to rafe, a huge grin on her face. "you're having fun," she whispered teasingly.

rafe scoffed, looking away. "no, i’m not."

"yes, you are. you’re totally enjoying yourself."

rafe knew she was right, but he'd never admit it. there was nothing worse than being proven wrong. "i'm just into the game."

"oh, please," she rolled her eyes, nudging him with her shoulder. she knew him too well to miss the truth.

by the end of the night, rafe and y/n had won, and y/n spent the whole way home bragging about it to jj and pope, who insisted that rafe had done all the heavy lifting. rafe chuckled, chiming in with them and agreeing.

y/n gasped. "why are you all ganging up on me? i’m literally just a girl."

rafe pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "it’s okay, baby. we wouldn’t have won without your ten points. it was still more than pope’s score."

"oh, fuck you," pope rolled his eyes.

when they got back to the apartment, y/n and rafe went to her room. rafe collapsed on the bed, dramatically flopping onto his back. "so fucking tired," he murmured, closing his eyes.

y/n grinned, climbing on top of him. "so tired because you had so much fun."

"if i admit that i had fun, will you stop harassing me?"

she nodded eagerly. "promise."

he sighed and hesitated before finally saying, "okay, fine. i did have a little fun. but you better not tell anyone i said that."

"i would never," she grinned, already pulling out her phone to text the girls.

𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 (closed): @my-name-is-baby @anacamofficial @nemesyaaa @thecoolermaybank @yktayy9669 @deerly-blvd @sqfewrd @blushmimi @barnesboo1967 @aawdrea @drewsswifeyy @lexvenuss @ethanthequeefqueen @rafes4 @beavee11 @wtfisastiles @pinkribboncoco @rafecqmeronslove @popou61 @lmaowhatt @emmaaas-posts @countryclubwhore @cokewithcameron @multisection @mariamadison6-blog @icaqttt @harryzcherry @glenpowellluver @stelleduarte @klarxtr @kieeslove @vex-et-soleil @chillgal135 @drewstarkeyswife-7 @tqd4455 @marinrscomplex @arianagreenblattfanxx10 @loverliner @mirellef2001 @jjmaybankmylovee @defnotayonna @m0netbeauty @idiotussupremus @cyberkitty1 @gublerstylesobrien1238 @highladyofhogwarts @kaorisakamotofan @lil-sparklqueen @thesunflowersociety

a/n: i love requests like this! i’ll take as many as everyone throws at me

[knightyoomyoui]

Lose Our Control - Part 2 [+18] (COMMISSIONED)

TWICE (x Male Reader) ft. Aespa and IU

TYPE: Fluff, Smut, Heavy Angst

WORD COUNT: 12722

NOTE: IU is finally here to join the plot! This one is way longer than Part 1 (Read here) because this one contains MULTIPLE ENDINGS for you to see and decide what you prefer the best as part of me and client's agreement. Also, combining the word count of this to the previous, it has a total of 18466: making this my LONGEST ONE-SHOT YET.

Thank you everyone for the notes, reblogs, and asks as your praises for Part 1! Hope this one won't disappoint. ORDERED BY: @vl-47 TAGS: harem, LOTS of sex and kinks, yandere, obsessed psychopath

DONATE OR REQUEST FOR COMMISSION HERE: https://ko-fi.com/knightyoomyoui TRIGGER WARNING: This sequel contains mentions of violence (psychological abuse, torture, murder), and non-con.

== CONTINUATION FROM THE END OF PART 1 == The recent events that occurred two days ago has been disturbing you badly. It won’t let you sleep peacefully at night, knowing about the guilt of the huge mistake you have done. You may not remember exactly what you did, but what you’ve seen when you opened your eyes is telling that you mindlessly enjoyed it with the influence of alcohol. Three naked women sleeping alongside you that weren’t neither each of the TWICE members and seeing how all knocked up they were, you sure did put yourselves in a hell of a good time. Most people would be happy that they got the luckiest opportunity to bang a hot woman, but that’s not a case with you. How could you feel like that when you’re literally in a relationship with not only just one… but nine gorgeous woman you knew and fell in love with. That brings you to the question: Why did you do it? It was just for a moment that things have been a bit calm while you were regretting your actions and owing it with all honesty alone in your room as your conversation with Karina replays in your head since there wasn’t anything that followed up afterwards.

Yet you were wrong, it was intended to happen to prepare yourself for the worst to come. That was when Jihyo texted you that they’re arriving back to South Korea during the tour for an urgent matter, and her text seemed unusually cold. You stayed in your home, trying to compose yourself to act normal despite of your darkest secret being a distraction. The door of their dorm opened, revealing all of them one by one as they brought their luggages and bags inside.

“G-girls! You’re finally back! Let me help you with t-”

You stood up and were about to approach Jihyo but she halts and stares at you without any expression. “No need.” “B-but those look heavy… and you girls are tired from the flight.” “I said we can do this by ourselves.” JIhyo’s tone became sharper. She walked past you as she heads into her room.

“And YN… p-please leave us alone here.” Jeongyeon requested as she followed Jihyo and threw you also a menacing glare. “Can I just atleast stay here for a while and check up on you all? It’s been weeks since we haven’t seen-” “WE DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU ANYMORE, OKAY?” Nayeon yelled at you. She walked close at you and gave you a huge slap in the face. Her large hands were able to not only apply pain in your cheek, it even caused the corner of your lips to bleed. “H-how could you…w-we trusted you, we thought it’s all gonna be okay that we talked about the possibilities of each other fighting f-for attention. I thought it’s gonna be us!” They knew, you said in your thoughts. You leaned away still after the impact of Nayeon’s assault. “We were all scared and nervous that we’re going to be the reason of ruining our relationship because of how many of us we’re in love with you.” Momo said in gloomy vibe. “And we couldn’t put a finger in you because we knew you were such a likeable person, that we risked to put the blame on ourselves. Loving us had us think that it’ll be impossible for you to cheat…” Jihyo said while her back is turned at you from the hallway that leads to the bedroom. She stopped walking when she heard the loud slap that Nayeon did at you. “And yet you still did this to us?! Sana, show it.” Nayeon commanded Sana who rummaged through her bag. She pulls out her phone and played a video as she presented it to you with dreaded eyes. It’s a clip of you sitting along with Aespa as all of you laugh while drinking liquor at the bar. It ended when Karina pulled you along inside the VIP lounge. Your eyes widened in shock not just of being busted, but with how the girls knew about this. “You must be wondering, huh.” Nayeon asked you in attitude. “M-my friend Miyeon was there in the club. She recorded this because… she recognized you. She was surprised that you are meeting with other girls because…I mentioned you to her as my boyfriend.” Sana began cracking into tears. “And I can’t believe this is what you do to me.” “Behind our backs? Really, YN? How dare you.” Momo scoffed disappointedly. “Look, girls. Let me explain-” “What is there to explain, YN? You fucking cheated on us!” Nayeon went loud.

“It wasn’t my intention, okay! I was drunk at that time, I didn’t know what was happening. All I remember is that a woman named Karina just showed up beside me and talked to me. That’s it!” You tried to defend yourself. “YN… don’t be stupid, please.” Mina frowned and looked at you betrayed. “Intoxicated or not, you should’ve known already know about what too much consuming alcohol would bring you. It’s your own actions, you should be accountable.” “I-I know, okay. I;m sorry, but please believe me it wasn’t my intenti-” Nayeon pounded your chest with rampage of her fists. “And yet you still went to that damn bar! Why would you even go there in the first place!”

You became teary eyed, as you cannot endure seeing all of them getting hurt of what you’ve done. “I was lonely, okay? I tried doing everything to distract myself, but I just miss you all too much.” Some of them started crying harder, especially Dahyun and Tzuyu. “Nobody were there to join me, until my friends invited me to go there. I accepted and I-I thought drinking would ease my sadness away.” “FUCK!!!” Nayeon stomped and buried her crying face on her palm as she squatted below in front of you. “What do want us to say then, YN? That we’re sorry? Yeah, kinda but… what can we do? We’re idols, it’s our job to go in any places to entertain our fans. It’s not like we wanted to leave you too.” Momo confronted you as well. Jeongyeon came to console Nayeon as she hugged the poor woman. She looks up at you filled with rage and frustration. “What I hated the most out of anything is not only people close to me being liars, but you broke my friend’s heart, just as much as mine.” “Jeongyeon, please I really didn’t mean to-” You were about to came close to them when she shouted.”

‘YOU STAY RIGHT THERE. DON’T YOU EVER COME CLOSE TO US!” She gestured you before she focused back on cooing Nayeon. “This is… something we can’t tolerate for us to continue in this relationship, YN.” Jihyo said. “I loved you. WE loved you. I knew you do but… you still did what you did.” Jihyo cried after she said those words. “How can we ever trust you again?” “We thought we are already enough, yet you still gave yourself in to others.” Chaeyoung expressed her feelings. “It breaks my heart thinking that maybe… there’s something lacking with us that you could just be open with anybody to have you.” “Chaeng, it’s not like that. Come on, girls. All of you are enough. I will do everything to fix this, please. Just give me a chance, we should not let-” “You love us?” Nayeon looks at you, her reddish tired eyes in contact. She leans Jeongyeon away from her gently to allow herself some space. “If you… don’t want to break our hearts again. Do me and all of us favor then. Let’s break up.” Your jaw slowly dropped in shock. Panic controls you to go nearer at Nayeon and touch her. “W-wait, Nayeon please. Don’t do this. I- I can’t… I can’t let us end this way.” You tried to approach them one by one but they were all just avoiding your glances with their sobs.

“Tzu, Dubu… even you guys? Come on, please don’t leave me. I’ll do better, I promise.” You said as you observed Tzuyu and Dahyun trying to avoid you. Dahyun raised her head and met you with her shattered emotions. “How could you do this to us. Oppa? I thought we could have you with everything, but you let it go away with just a simple flirt from another woman.”

“T-Tzuyu?” You held both wrists of the maknae, encouraging her to look you in the eye. “I love you so much, please. I can’t lose you too.” You felt Tzuyu shuddered in your touch. “I don’t know what I should say, oppa. All I know is that I’m hurting. I love the entirety of you, including your body, but seeing you losing your guard just like that for others to take advantage of what should be ours… was so unfaithful of you.” Tzuyu proceeded to share her own. She was wiping her eyes using her shirt. “How can you convince us again that everything will work out just fine, that you be strong for us when you couldn’t even be loyal to us anymore?”

‘I think it’s better that we have to separate from now on. I suggest that you leave us alone for good, I can’t let our work ethics affected because of what you did to us. If you truly care for all of us, please don’t go breaking our hearts again by staying by our side.” Jihyo concluded their decision. You felt defeated and dismayed, losing all nine of them all at once has to be your worst mistake you’ve ever done in your life. You were about to keep on fighting for your relationship with them but Nayeon tugs your arm and pushes you forcefully to the door. “GET OUT! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!” Her constant hits at you adds another stabbing pain in your heart that all you can do is to cry due to loss of words of their reaction. One last time, you looked at the girls crying because of you. They really didn’t attempted to watch you disappear. You exit their dorm and as the door closes, they all started to cry harder in each other’s arms as you made your way through the hallway devastated from such a huge loss in your lovelife. The aftermath of your failed relationship with TWICE, it had you ending your contract with JYPE abruptly as a part of the favor you wanted to do for the girls. You can just admit by yourself that you would’ve wanted to be with them longer, but things won’t be the same again. You mourned for the disaster you have caused and owe it all within yourself alone in your home. Sleepless nights of dreams, what ifs, and hopes about the girl’s future and what would it’ll be like if you were still with them. During your coping with heartbreak for days both losing special people and the job you dedicate in your life, you were fixing your clothes when you noticed a folded paper inserted inside the pocket. You opened it, and it revealed a phone number with a note that says “Call me if you need someone to pick you up. We can do it again if you like.” and a wink. It must be from Karina, as you speculated that she put this inside your clothes while you were sleeping, which you weren’t aware that she actually put that when she hugged you before you left the motel. The desire of moving on and stepping back on track with your job had you encouraged to atleast settle on this. Left with no choice, you gave it a try as you dialed it on the phone. “It’s me, YN. Where can we meet? Fine, I’ll be there.”

The next day, you and Karina met in your designated place which is in a cafe shop. Hearing about the story to detail her speculations of you reaching back to her despite of that given night, she told about her preposition as a repay for what you did to them in the club.

When one door closes, another one opens for a new opportunity as they say. So you did, now finding yourself sitting in a room along with Aespa’s staffs to discuss about your deal of collaborating with them through your songs that you may write for their future albums.

It was finalized, Aespa were happy to have you officially in SM Entertainment. You felt atleast grateful and happy to have a new start with a bunch of new people, but beneath those smiles you show while you shake their hands, they don’t know that something is still off with you.

Not wanting to ruin the moment, you hid it and focus on the important scenario right now. Aespa arranged a celebration for your successful contract signing and you accepted.

As all of you gladly talked about random stuffs, you were observing them with conflicted emotions, probably because you still haven’t forgotten that they’re part of the reasons why you broke up with TWICE.

They began to shift again to their unstabilized selves after many bottles of soju. Giselle and Winter fell asleep, while Karina and Ningning initiates the things they wanna do to you since they were throwing you some seductive brushes and glares.

It all started with Karina laying her head at your shoulder, drinking one last shot before she inhales your neck. You looked at her and she caught it, it pushed her to the limit of kissing your exposed skin dangerously.

It crept up to the jaw, your cheek, then forcefully tilted your head to face her and capture your lips. Ningning paused from her drinking as she watches you and Karina starting to get intimate.

You broke the kiss. Unlike last time, you were a bit sober to do these things with them. You inspected Karina’s lust forming in her expression, that same demeanor that misled you to the forbidden affection which cost your relationship that you were once valued the most.

A part of you were mad of what they’ve done, and those voices were telling you to make them pay for it by using the same thing they used against you. You pulled Karina up in her feet and dragged her shorts down.

Her red panties are in full view, Karina breathes heavily as she watches you stare by it and feel the graze of your fingertips across her legs. Meanwhile, Ningning is still watching the show going on in front of her with a bit of jealousy.

You smooched her thighs as they rise to her blocked center. You hooked your fingers in the waistband and brought them down slowly until they planted on her feet and on the floor.

Karina steps out of it, you smelled its center part before you folded it neatly and placed it on your pocket. 

You stood up in front of her. Karina eyes you full of hunger, she bit her lips before placing her hands on your shoulders and invite you for another passionate kiss. 

“See this? It’s what you do to me. Tonight, I’m going to make sure that you’ll beg me for me to stop, that is… if I agree to it.” You said.

“If that’s what you want, then show me what you can do. Don’t hold back this time, there’s nobody you can think of anymore other than me.”

“You two must be forgetting we’re still here… especially me.” Ningning rose from her seat, placing her glass on the table. She walked towards both of you to join the fun.

“Can’t let myself getting left behind.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay there amd behave like a good girl? Because this bitch clearly doesn’t understand what’s coming after her.” You said as you fiercely cupper Karina’s chin in which she only reacted with a chuckle.

“What can I say, sluts deserves harsh treatments. I might help you with that, but… I’m a good friend as well, I fear that you may be outnumbered here.” Ningning boastfully said.

“Uh huh? So you do admit that you are just as slut as your friend right here?”

“Yes, and what are you gonna do about it?”

“Outnumbered, my ass.” You tugged Ningning and pressed her at Karina who caught her with a liplock. As they began to french kiss one another, you started to take off your clothes. “You fucking relationship breakers, I’m going to destroy both of your asses simutaneously that tomorrow morning, yall will rely to my cock just for you to properly walk into work.”

“Let’s get this all started in somewhere that ain’t… messy.” Karina said as she viewed the sight of scattered snacks and empty bottles with Giselle and Winter sleeping soundly on the carpet. Before you followed them, you placed the two on the couch to be comfortable.

Entering the bedroom, Karina pushes you to the bed and straddled you. You lift her t-shirt to reveal her matching red laced bra. The size of her tits and the color of her garment effectively made her hotter.

You grope her tits, mashing them together and pressed them to largen their shape while you feel Ningning devouring your nape and shoulders from behind. 

Helping you locate the lock, you snap it off to remove her bra. Her saggy G-cup breasts dropped in full presentation. You gulped your throat before you start suffocating your face between her holy valleys.

Karina just moaned lewdly as she felt her attractor’s face buried into her precious bosoms. “Oh mmh yes, suck them please.”

You complied, mouth capturing her rosy nipples and slurped it like there’s a milk coming out of it.

To add more pressure, Karina began grinding on your legs to stimulate her bare pussy and help you feast on her breasts further. Ningning on the other hand, already took off her shirt to reveal her proud tits to put into work by massaging your back with it.

“My turn.” Ningning interrupted your breastfeeding with Karina when she snatches your lips. Your hands were still squeezing Karina’s tits as she starts to remove your lower clothing. 

Your cock sprung up in raging erection. Karina allows Ningning to drop your half body on the bed to sit on your face while she quickly swallowed your full length without any build ups. 

The rest of the night was full of loud noises coming from their moans, your degrading curses, and rough slapping of skins from the countless manhandling you gave to them in various positions around the room.

Then, the morning you woke up, you groaned not because of how stiff and exhausted your body felt from your threesome with Karina and Ningning. It was rather your cock that is stiff being paid attention by Winter and Giselle as they double teamed your balls. 

Turning you on, you asked Giselle to lay alternate on top of you so that she turns yourselves in 69 while Winter still sucks your balls below as she fingers herself. All of you came together, with Giselle sharing some of your load directly into Winter’s mouth.

The sex was great with them. Your connection definitely grew from not just from being their new songwriter but as a friends who gives them a benefit of sex. 

You do it for them either to ease their tiredness or if they bored. This habit was both a favor and a punishment of them for you.

Meanwhile, Aespa attended a music show to promote their new song Whiplash. At the same time, TWICE was there to do the same for their song Strategy.

They saw each other backstage and interacted. This moment allowed Nayeon and Jihyo to open up a specific topic to set aside their idol life.

“We heard that YN is now working with you.” Nayeon’s mood slightly lowered at the mention of your name.

“You guys know YN?” Ningning asked.

“Yup, he wrote some songs for us. Then he terminated himself out of JYPE.” Jihyo confirmed.

“Guess he couldn’t take his fault all by himself, so instead he ran away with it.” Jeongyeon stiffled a laughter. All aespa members turned at her, their faces became serious as they suspiciously comprehended those choice of words.

“W-what did he do? Did something happened between you and him?” Karina asked.

“Yes. How about you, there has to be, right?” Nayeon smirked with a sass.

“W-what are you trying to say unnie?”

“Can we just cut the act here, girls?” Sana said. “We all know what happened between all of you and him. Or as I can mention, that night in the club?”

All of their eyes largened in surprise. “O-oh my God… u-unnie… you’re the girlfriend he’s talking about?” Winter gasped both in shock and fear.

“This is gonna be strange but to correct you, it’s girlfriendS. Plural.” Momo clarified.

They all “huh-ed” which took TWICE aback. They didn’t expected that reaction. “Wait… you girls don’t know about that?”

“No. He only said it in a singular term. We didn’t know that he was instead referring to… all nine of you.” Karina shook her head.

They all bowed and kneeled which had to girls embarassed. “We’re sorry, unnies!” They all stated in unison.

“Oh my, no stand up! Get out of the floor!” Jihyo shrieked. Fortunately they followed. “Okay, we admit we came here to confront you girls about… well having an affair with him when we were in a relationship with him. But, I think we’re just gonna skip into that a little since… we didn’t expect that you girls aren’t aware that it’s actually all of us.”

“That damn bastard, he says he loves us but he can only mention one of us as his girlfriends?!” Jeongyeon complained. 

“What’s worse is that he didn’t even mentioned any or our names.” Mina added.

“Is that how YN actually hates us?” Dahyun frowned which had the girls including Aespa to feel sad for her.

“Swear to God, unnie. We really didn’t know. I can confirm it because I was the one who initiated-” Karina paused when she received a not so hard slap from Nayeon.

“U-unnie?”

“That’s for still having an agenda to ruin someone’s relationship. What if it wasn’t YN and instead some… married man. You guys could’ve caused troubles not only in your careers but for his relationship too with his wife.” Nayeon reasoned.

“Which as you can see, happened to us.” Chaeyoung bitterly smiled. Aespa faded in guilt.

“But, we weren’t blaming you that much anymore for what happened. It’s still his fault and responsibility. And she failed with all of that.” Tzuyu said.

“That’s why we are here instead to… warn you about getting associated with him.” Jihyo said with all seriousness. “We can’t let another that will have their hearts broken because of his unloyalty and unfaithfulness.” 

“Were you all… perhaps, having feelings now for him?” Jeongyeon checked.

That question had Aespa reflecting about their recent encounters with him. Sure, sex with you was great but… they never had the time to concentrate on their feelings if you are already creating an effect for them aside from pleasure.

“W-we haven’t talked about that yet.” Karina denied, with the rest emphasizing it with a shake of their heads.

“So, just impressions?”

“Yeah, he’s pretty good. Wouldn’t try to object about his looks, well we do understand why all of you were concerned of other women trying to get into him.” She swallowed the lump in her throat after saying that, as she cleverly blamed themselves.

“We’re telling you now in advance that you should do something to prevent yourselves from getting too attached with him. You know what happened to us, and now that he found a new collection through all of you, he might do it again.” Jihyo warned them.

“Once a cheater, always a cheater, guys.” Nayeon shrugged.

“Anyways, we still do know our part that we can’t dictate what others feel, but just so you know we’re giving you already a heads up about the consequences. Don’t… don’t let yourselves get hurt.” Jihyo said, her emotions almost collapsed as she remembered the altercation, which was the last time they saw you. “I suggest it’s better to remain friends with him.”

All aespa members nodded to what the TWICE’s charismatic leader advised for them. They bid their goodbyes after congratulating and showing how delighted they are to see their fellow sunbaes. 

Sana was the one to depart, and before she tailed along with her co-members, she left one last favor for Aespa to do for her and probably on behalf of them.

“Take care of him, please. We don’t know what we lacked but… try to do better.”

ACT 4The following weeks have been very baffling for Aespa, and their minds couldn’t just focus properly on the priorities when they always get to see your face in the same environment you both were working in.Just a glimpse of your presence and it took them both to recall their interaction with their seniors whom they still didn’t expect that they were once yours. Ofcourse, it does affect their way of encountering you. It irritates them to the point that they’ve decided to give themselves a space to process everything not because of what they’ve learned about you, but the possibilities of what’s actually building up inside of them for you. These actions didn’t fail to get on your senses, as it slowly becoming noticeable of you that they somehow look a bit different communicating with you than the recent times they’ve had with you. It’s not that you were expecting, but they’ve gone less frequent on initiating sex with you. It wasn’t surprising until they also started to only laugh or speak occasionally, only because they make themselves unavailable to get along with you due to being ‘busy’. You know that’s not it, and so was them. You wanted to know if something is going on, so that’s why you give it a shot of questioning them regarding on that matter. It left you puzzled when they said ‘nothing’ and still they blamed work for draining their energy these days. Offering assistance, they declined. No more forcing occurred afterwards, you just let them be alone as requested. As your chat with them ended, the members sigh problematically, they just didn’t know what to do with you. It’s highly hypocritical and audacity of them to be mad for you that you’ve cheated, that’s why they were skipping into that truth. Rather, they are living into a lesser shameful and a reasonable cause of them to limit themselves from you. They’re just disappointed of how things turned out because of them and… what might happen if it was them now in TWICE’s position when they were with you. To put it simply, they’re currently struggling in this emotional conflict and tension within their decisions and feelings all about you. Back to where you are, you may not forgive what Aespa has done for you and TWICE but at the same time, you also couldn’t help but to feel alone knowing that all of the people you got to be very close inside this industry are currently out of your reach. It makes you sad that Aespa were going through tough times without your help, but they couldn’t surpass the amount of loneliness and longing you have everyday for TWICE. You were about to sleep into your comfy bed when your phone buzzed a notification. Opening it, all of your thoughts were a speaking of the devil. Talking about a perfect timing, someone wants to meet up with you, and unlike the last time, you accepted it initially because knowing this person since you two were little, she could never be cruel for you. The next day, you drove your car to the rendezvous she marked. Stopping by into her house, there she was, standing on the stairs to her doorway. Your childhood friend and sister-figure of your life, IU greeted you with a very cheerful demeanor. “Hiiii YN!” She waved her hand at you. You got out of the car and opened the door for her like a gentleman. Her instant hugged at you made you flinched and laugh at her usual clingy side. “Hey, easy haha. Hello to you as well noona.” You reciprocated the hug. It honestly felt so good, aside from your ex-girlfriends, she’s the other woman who could make you feel that love and care that gives off what a family should be. “I missed you so much. We haven’t seen each other in like forever.” She pouted.

“I mean, that’s what you get for being very famous in Korea right now.” She slapped you on the arm. “Ouch!” “So you are mocking me now just because I’m famous? Well what can I do, atleast I have a better job than you, and I never feel ashamed of being an idol” She teased you by taking out her tongue that had you rolling your eyes. “Yeah yeah yeah you are richer than me. I get it, ever since before you’re obsessed with money. No surprise.” “Stupid, that’s not it…. Or maybe just a little.” You shook your head as you found her silly antics ridiculous. “But shut up, okay? How dare you spit lies on me, I’m doing it because of my fans.” “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” You joked. “Ugh stop annoying me.” She showed it in her face which kind of turned her adorable. Like a sister, you really love pissing her off. “Why are you keep blabbering out here. Come on, time is running we should start this day immediately.” She pushes you to make you reenter the car and get yourselves out of here.

“You should appreciate this, okay? I even had to sacrifice my dayoff to rest from all the shootings and everything just to meet you.” IU pretends to sulk. “I told you on the phone that I’ll be there when you need me, and I mean it.” You smiled and looked at her. “Yeah I know, and thank you for spending your time with me, noona. I do needed this, you know… to be free of this stressful life I just entered after I became a songwriter.” IU’s grin of hearing your grateful remark shrank when you mentioned your problem. “Was your job draining you that much? Didn’t quite expect that writing songs would be that tiring.”

“Yah, are you boasting out on me now?” You voiced out while your attention is fixed on the road. “Idiot, what I mean is that was JYPE making you write songs for their entire groups signed with them? How can you say your job is stressing you out?” IU elaborated. “We’ll talk about that later. For now, can we just enjoy the drive, please? I don’t want to start all of these right away with deep stuffs and such.” IU nodded. “As you say so, here lemme play my playlist. You better tell me what’s going on later okay? I want to know what I’m helping you with.” Reaching the largest mall in the city, you and IU went on to a shopping spree, even buying things for you as a gift in which you gladly accepted. She did everything to cheer you up with your worries and it did worked somehow. Just like the old days, she would watch a movie with you, take photos together, and play some arcade to compete with one another to check who is still better in games. However, among all of that, nothing can still top the favorite part of your time with her: food trip. While eating, you were reminded of your promise with her which encouraged you to open up about it. As usual, IU would listen to you in all ears, you narrated the entire story from the moment you signed in JYPE as a songwriter that led you to meet TWICE, the strange relationship you had with all of them, the breakup, and how you were involved with Aespa nowadays. IU’s reaction either falls or rises, particularly about the relationship you had with all of them. She became serious after hearing everything she had to know and to express her somber and empathy, she hugged you again in comfort. “I don’t know what I did… it makes me think I’m not fit for any of this.” Your emotions bawling inside. “I wanted to fix things right but it’s like I just want to move on from everything.” “I suggest you do it, YN.” IU advises. “They won’t do good on you if you still keep yourself connected with them. The burden of what you’ve created will never stop triggering your anxiety and guilt. For TWICE, well I do understand why they must be upset… I mean, you betrayed them but, you won’t suffer this much if they never let you get into this… toxic relationship of loving them all equally. They also have fault here somehow, don’t you think? As for Aespa… well going for revenge might not be worth it, YN. Shouldn’t you stop being near with them? Don’t forget what they did, but was it necessary for you to join them? What would TWICE will respond if they know that you associated with them? Do you think it’ll make them happy? No. Hate to break it to you, YN but… 

That’s why from now on, it’s better for you to leave them for good. Have a fresh new start, I can guide you with that.” You looked at her, she observed how fragile you are and it aches her. “You can?” “Yes, everything. I can give you everything that they can’t. And unlike them, I would do it all by myself.” IU confidently said, she stroked your hair to ease your emotions. “Come here.” She invited you for another embrace, You sobbed again, the more you let it all out on her, the more she bears anger for TWICE and Aespa for both putting you in an unhealthy relationship that manifested a horrible consequence in which you only had to handle responsibility since you’re the one who obviously sinned. Furthermore, it left her to return another side of her that YN never got to witness beforehand. Since they were little, your bond with IU had her to exceed your view of her role in your life. If she felt like your sister, then IU finds you to be her first-found love. 

And it never disappeared. She only had to hid it beneath her other priorities in life. But now that you’re back to become a part of her present situations in result of your lovelife issues, it motivated her to relive her deep feelings for you and use it to make you live in her future that she thinks you deserve. As IU wraps you in her arms, her thoughts are filled with plans of how to take care of you. At long last, she found the perfect time to finally disobey the platonic companionship and completely act using her heart beating romantically for you through the years. ACT 5

A true commitment to her words, IU walked the talk by beginning her agenda through the following days. Unlike before, she can insert a time for you frequently, even when you are with Aespa either she checks upon how you’re doing or she’ll invite you again to another gathering.

It was touching and grateful at first that IU is pouring a lot of effort of being your bestfriend that you can trust and rely to be on your side. How shameful of you to still not found her unhelpful when she literally sacrificing her busy schedule just for you.

Still, you feel shy and worried that you must be another burden that IU should carry, that’s why you reminded her not to babysit you too much that it affects her job. You tried to convince her that you’ll just gonna signal her if something might go wrong again between you and Aespa, but this is how the events starts to go downward spiral for you.

IU didn’t got mad at your assurance, but she declined. She said that you will never be a hindrance for her and that everything she’s doing right now is all for him only and because of him. 

At first you took it as some normal overprotective friend type of behavior from IU, but you began to spot some faulty antics from her that is making you a bit uncomfortable.

Sure yes, you appreciate her for being just one call away. However, her availability to reach you is slowly passing into the red line of boundaries that she might not be aware.

What you’re saying is that… IU wanted so much to let herself be known that she’s there for you that she hasn’t fail to come and see you everyday. She can be found in front of your dorm, outside of SM Ent. , and other places where she’s there to wait and watch for you.

It’s getting a little creepy from her, you thought. Why is she’s so determined to do this like it’s her glorious purpose to keep you psychologically stable from all problems when you already told her that she’ll be guaranteed to hear from you again when you need her.

Her obvious monitoring of you had you been concerned of her physical well-being since it must be tiring that she had to visit you when she’s tired from getting out from work. You just want her to stop this because your frequent meetups with her might become obvious to the public eye.

She was once seen by Winter and Giselle when they head out of the company for a while and they saw you chatting with IU wearing full jacket, a mask, and a cap to disguise herself. They secretly watched your conversation and after IU left, they were stunned when she entered a luxurious car.

Their curiosity piqued, they had you questioned if who that person is. You revealed it to be IU and that she stopped by to greet a friend. It was still bland, cold, and short interaction, as they just proceeded back on their tasks while you were left confused and tired from their behavior of being distant with you.

One day, IU invited you to eat with her outside but you had to refuse because there’s an ongoing studio production of a song again for Aespa. She said that she’ll still be waiting when you’re done and dropped the call when you were about to advice her to just move it the next day.

That made her to wait for hours on the restaurant she reserved, drunk herself out of wines she took plenty amount of times while you were there, busy contributing another song to add in Aespa’s discography.

It was the start of IU’s anger for Aespa to boil, and because of them she established a standard of having any women around you distracting your supposed to be time together be spiteful. Not even TWICE is safe from IU’s growing eagerness to have your attention piece by piece.

She had enough when you cut your stay in IU’s home short when surprisingly Aespa called you for an urgent discussion with them.

You were about to head out when IU began to spoke behind you.

“YN… was it really that important?” 

“I guess so, maybe duty calls.”

“But, are they?”

“Beg your pardon?”

IU sighed and started whining. “YN, can you tell me what exactly did they want you to go for?

“Uhh they said it’s just urgent. That’s it.”

“So you weren’t sure. Maybe they just want you there to use you again. You should just stay here instead.”

“Use me? What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, don’t you still see it? They’re just keeping you there in the company because they only want your skill to make them successful. Now that they’ve gone tired socializing with you, they all look at you nothing but a tool of their benefit. Well, not just for their career, but also for sex.”

“I-I don’t think that’s it. I went there to continue making myself being a songwriter to use. It’s not about them.”

“Oh really? Then why are you so excited to go out there and meet up with them, huh? Why? Were you expecting that you’re gonna make up with them after all these problems between you and them? Or… you just want to get another taste afterwards?”

“Ji-eun, stop. Why are you twisting my words?”

“I just…” IU came forward to hug you. “I don’t want you to go yet. Please.”

“Ji-eun… I really have to. Sorry, but I’ll be screwed if its for their project.”

You were about to leave when you heard a glass shatter. Abruptly turning, you saw IU with her hair down, she’s staring at the floor with a menacing stance.

Broken glass were around her. “Ji-eun, are you okay?!” You start to kneel and search for her feet for any signs of cut and bleeding.

“I want you to get out of that company.”

“What?”

“Work with me. Atleast there, I’ll treat you with care and I’ll respect you both in our personal lives and as work partners.”

“Ji-eun, it’s not easy.”

“What’s stopping you from leaving them alone?!”

“BECAUSE I’M DOING THIS TO GET BACK FROM THEM!!!” You raised your voice, making her stare at you in surprise. “I want them to realize that tearing me and TWICE members apart only result for nothing!”

“That’s why I’m saying it’s not about them. It’s always about Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung… and Tzuyu. Those nine were the reason I’m still staying with them even though God know I never wanted to.

I want to use them, take advantage of whatever they had, a fair share to be exact. Don’t you think I don’t realize that those girls would fall for me, Ji-eun?”

“Then why did you still want to go?” Ji-eun asked.

“Because if ever a time comes that one of them… or all of them just like what TWICE did, I want to break their hearts in the end instead. And if that time is today, I would be reject them without any hesitation… and I want to witness it by myself of how broken they will be, without any mercy or pity.”

“Revenge, huh?” IU chuckled. “So it’s not for Aespa… it’s all about TWICE this whole time?”

“Yes.”

IU laughs hysterically. “What a load of bullshit.”

She stepped closer at you. “Ji-eun, be careful! The glasses-”

“Shut up! What you do to me right now hurts more than these freaking shards I would’ve love to cut myself into.” She roared. “For TWICE? What, do you think it’s all worth it? YN, get your eyes wide open! They’re just useless and inconsiderate than those Aespa bitches!”

“Don’t be rash at them, they’re not.”

“Why? You’re still in denial, aren’t you? Whatever you do, that will forever stuck with them! It’s not gonna make you come back with them, you’re just wasting your damn time!”

“Who are you to tell what’s right or wrong for me, goddamnit! You were never there, Ji-eun! You don’t know what I’ve been through!”

“Playing victim in a situation that you’ve created? How cute of you.” IU scoffed.

You shook your head and groaned at how stressful IU is making these things for you. “Seriously, why are you doing this? Why are you trying to hold me back for? Were you perhaps, one of them as well?”

“I’m not.” IU pressed you on the wall and eyed you like a predator trapping her prey. “I’m better than them. How? I could love you with all my heart. I care for you, not to be shared by anybody. You’ll never get enough of me, YN. I’m completely natural for you.”

IU starts to kiss your neck as she starts ripping off your shirt. “I could never be a horrible woman like them.” She grabbed your head and kissed you fiercely. “Face it, YN. I am the only one who can give you anything than all of them combined.”

“But… Ji-eun…” You spoke after IU moved through your chest, peppering it with pecks of her lips. As she was about to attempt giving you hickeys, she paused when a deafening silence attacked her after hearing the words that felt like erupted her eardrums.

“I don’t love you.”

She just laid her head on your triceps. You watched her below, as you regretfully broke her heart. IU is a wonderful woman, you admit… but not enough to be a living personification of your ideal type.

“Why are you… making this so hard for me, YN?” IU starts to cry. “Ever since we were little, I’ve been holding these feelings for you, wanted you to acknowledge it. I thought everything we had would convince you to love me back.”

“But now that we’re here and I’m back to save you, you couldn’t even give me back what I want in return from you.”

She pulled something from her pocket. You then felt something pierced on your wrist that made you grunt in pain. 

IU stabbed you with a syringe with a clear fluid inside. You looked at her with widened eyes, and at that moment, the IU you once knew was no longer standing in front of you.

This one right here, is a much more obsessed, delusional, and possessive unlike she was. Its as if she transformed into a completely different person, gone with those compliments you had for her.

“You’re such an ungrateful bastard, YN. But don’t you worry now. I can still fix everything. It’s never too late for us to love one another, as long as I am the one in control.” 

Your vision of her starts to get blurry, your head spins, and you weren’t aware that you already collapsed on IU’s arms. Her empty expression in her face turns into a victorious smirk.

She closes the door and locks it. Dragging your body to her bedroom, she laid you and went for her cabinet. With handcuffs on your wrists bounded on the headboard, she could only watch you unconscious figure filled with lust.

“Sucks that this has to go this way. I wanted for you to see ourselves savor this moment. I guess I’ll just gonna wait for you to make it happen.” She giggled as she ran her fingertips through your midsection.

“Sleep tight for now my dear YN.” She kissed your lips and bit your lower lip before she slept over your upper body.

Hours later, it was now dark outside as you slowly woke up from getting knocked down by a substance inserted to you by IU. Speaking of her, you found her sleeping peacefully on your stomach.

You remembered what happened earlier that led her to do something unexpected. It wasn’t that she can only offer, as you realized that as you were about to stand up slowly and attempt to escape, your hands are shackled to the bed.

“Shit. What the fuck did she do to me?” You mumbled. You tried to break free, which made IU woke up from the sounds of clanging metal created by the handcuffs around the bars of the headboard.

“Oh, you’re awake. What time is it now?” She peeked at her phone. “9PM. Oh we have a lot of time for tonight.”

“W-what do you mean? What is this, Ji-eun? Why am i handcuffed, let me out of here!”

“Ssshhh… don’t worry, YN. I’ll let you go later.” She shushed you with her finger on your lips. “For now, let’s try something fun that we’ve never done before.” 

She starts to unbuckle your pants and tug it out, your boxers are now visible to her. “Finally we can start, I’ve waited patiently, you know?” 

“Help! SOMEBODY HELP!!!!”

“Oh that’s no good, be a good boy and don’t scream will you?” She grabs a scarf and covered your mouth. “We can’t let anyone see you bare naked in here, right? Oh well, they’ll rather gonna end up dead as they step here anyway.”

Your eyes stared at her in horror as she laughs at her supposed to be funny dark humor. This childhood friend of yours has gone insane, and now she’s about to strip you down while you only watch her do so.

“Don’t you know how much I wanted to do this? The more I think of you, the more I imagine everything about you that I haven’t seen yet. And that includes your body.”

She removed your boxers, revealing your underwear with the outline of your semi-erect cock in view. IU moaned at its sight and almost drooled by it. “Oh would you look at that. My fantasies has come to reality.”

“When you began working out, I got so invested to explore how you actually look physically, without any clothes for me to be blocked.” She sniffed at your clothed crotch, smelling its musky scent. “I always assumed that you’re packing from head to toe, especially this buddy you have here.” She giggled as she grate her fingers at the length of your cock.

She watched it twitch, begging to break free from its confines. “He wants me to touch it, let’s not make him wait, shall we?” IU smirked as she looks at you while she holds your underwear before removing it.

Your cock sprung freely, now in your full size erection brought by her teasing. “N-no… no!!! Don’t you dare, Ji-eun! T-this isn’t right!”

She pinched the foreskin of your cock which made you stretch your legs in pain. “SO IF ITS THEM, IT’S COMPLETELY ALRIGHT? FUCKING THEM ALL THAT EASILY?” 

She straddled your abdomen and slapped your face. “Yah, stop acting like that, pervert. From now on, I’m the only one who could get to touch you like this, you hear me? I’m the only one who has the access of this, you can’t fuck anyone than me because we love each other. Understood?” She directed while choking your neck.

“J-ji-eun… make it stop, please. I don’t want this to happen. Why did you changed?” You asked with a croaky voice.

“I never changed, what are you talking about? This side of me has been there in me for so long, and you left me with no other choice but to embrace it.” She gripped the girth of your cock and starts to stroke it. “Because if I won’t, I could never get to have you. And I hate that.”

Her hand pleasuring you is making you difficult to prevent expressing relief and satisfaction to her, because if you do, you’ll be looking like you’re enjoying this rather.

“It’ll take some time for you to get used to it, that’s why for now… all you have to do is lay there comfortably, while I do all the work for us tonight, baby. I’m going to use your cock, show you how more amazing our sex can be than what you had with those bunch of whores, and make ourselves feel good. What do you say?”

You didn’t answer as you frighteningly watched her jerk you off and spit on her hands to add more slimy friction. She also cupped your testicles and felt their weight. “They seem so full, God I’m going to make you let your semen fill me up to the brim. The thought of TWICE and Aespa not being able to take this from me anything is hnnghh…” She rubbed her pussy from her shorts. “Turning me on so bad.”

“Tonight, I’m going to make you mine. And we’ll be together forever.” 

“N-no… please, stop, Ji-eun” You cried as IU continues to increase her performance by involving her mouth now, sucking you passionately until the pacing increases.

She took the whole of it, buried her face down to your crotch where the tip of her nose is now poking your little pubic hairs. IU slid out and breathed deeply with some coughs after trying deepthroat for the first time on such huge cock like yours.

Gritting your teeth, gripping on the handcuffs tightly, shutting your eyes, you did everything to force yourself from cumming. It was super challenging especially this woman right here is shockingly well-trained which isn’t like her for her first time, she really does giving you a great blowjob so far.

Your balls weren’t safe either, her licking and fondling those pair is encouraging your seed to escape through your shaft but you tried to hold on. Adrenaline runs through your veins in frantic measures when IU starts to ejaculate you faster and tighter.

“O-oh my God… s-stop, I-I’m gonna…”

“I can tell you’re cumming, YN and I want it right now. Come on, give it all, baby.”

“Shit… n-no… please” IU continues to pump you demandingly. She also began caressing and playing with your balls which stimulates your crotch further.

“Fuck!!! If you keep doing that-”

“YES GIVE IT TO ME!!! CUM FOR ME, YN!!!”

“JI-EUNNN!!!!” You shouted her name as you blasted ropes of pure white cum straight in her face as she pointed your cock towards her. It felt like everything has gone slow mo, you lengthen your moans and whimpers while IU joyfully receives your massive load for a lewd facial.

She really wasn’t kidding. She emptied your cum by taking time to scoop them around her face and take it into her mouth. She was humming in delight at how delicious it was while you were left there still catching your breath at how long she edged your cock.

“Ready for round two?”

“What?”

“Silly you, the night has just begun for us. Don’t be such a killjoy, we can fuck for how long we want tonight. Only think about us, okay?”

Your tears flowed out of your eyes as IU starts to remove her clothes and present you her sexy body. Your hormones betrayed you, as the sight of her ample tits and that cute pussy of hers made your cock to harden again.

IU saw that and chuckled. Seeing how “excited” you are, she took you in her ride. The following hours were full of suffering in pleasure. Confusing as it is, but that’s only how you describe your situation at this point.

You felt betrayed as you thought your childhood friend would be the one to assist you for your goal. Yet here she was, becoming the worse than them by taking advantage of you physically, mentally, and emotionally for her own benefit, which was highly ironic of her.

It just confirms you that she’s out of her mind right now, and she definitely needs some help. But right now, you have to think for yourself first and how to get out of this.

IU continues to violate you as she used your cock to drain your cum greedily for her satisfaction all night long. Until 5AM, the bed creaks with her bouncing on your lap in sitting and reverse cowgirl, shoving her lips to your moist mouth, and even grinding around your body by using her petite figure. She also had you participate as well by turning yourselves in 69 position, making you eat her pussy with your hands in restriction.

With one last spurt of cum to her pussy, she slips out of your cock and collapses on top of you. She scanned your exhausted self and admired it.

“As what I promised, I let you out for today because like you said, you still got some shit to do with Aespa. 

Beware though, YN. Don’t do anything stupid, every step you make everywhere, you can’t run from me. I can even hire some bodyguards to watch you and I can pay them as long as they do their jobs right. That’s why I strongly warn you not to do anything stupid, I don’t want to punish you, okay?” She threatened. You gulped and slowly nodded at her insane motive.

Great, she just made everything worse for you. You cannot move around freely and finish what you’re planning for Aespa and TWICE because of how she traumatized and suffocates you in her obsessive attraction.

She went from being the wise option to  becoming your biggest problem, and it required you to focus on this by getting rid of her. This isn’t right, the relationship you’re about to have with her will never be ordinary.

However, this won’t be possible if you’ll do it alone. Now that she’s going to hire some men to watch your movements and possibly assist her of taking control of you, you will need help in this escapade.

ENDING #1 | THE BAD ENDING

It took you 2 days to guard your house if there’s any suspicious men standing in front of your house or she herself would go spying again.. There’s no shocker if IU already made her move this instant.

That woman must be going even crazier now that she doesn’t have you under her presence, she’ll do anything to keep herself updated about your routine.. For now, you don’t care that much as you dislike how she turned in a new persona that won’t grant her what she’s dying to claim since long time ago.

Time is running short, if the other side made themselves still active, you don’t have to just wait for nothing and submit yourself ini impending danger. “Fuck this” you whispered to yourself before grabbing a jacket and a hat, preparing  yourself in order to be unrecognizable on her radar.

In one swift alert, you immediately ran out of your house android the taxi you booked. Requesting for the driver to go faster as you told him the destination you’re about to go, your body slumped in both relief and worry for the possibility of other cars tailing the cab from behind, thankfully it didn’t happen.

After you were dropped at the familiar place, you walked through the pathway and entered the lobby. You informed the receptionist of your intention of being a guest who only wants to visit a close person that lives here with a convincing pretend.

Each footsteps as you get nearer and nearer made you tensed and anxious. It makes you harbor sorrow reminiscence visualizing all the memories you made with those girls in this place while remembering what happened the last time you and TWICE had a fight. Not a great goodbye to wrap up everything that started remarkably..

But, if you were that desperate and dedicated to formulate a plan of holding IU in custody, you have to grow balls and confront them about the aftermath including the words you wanted to say for them but never had the guts to went through.

You knocked on the door thrice and waited. The intercom attached below the emergency exit plan pinned on the wall began to speak.

“Who is it?” You recognized that voice, emotions swelling up inside.

“N-Nayeon, I-it’s YN…” Your response was shaky. 

“W-what are you doing here? What do you want?” Her tone suddenly changed to devious when your identity got unveiled.

“Look, Nayeon. I know you don’t want to see me or talk to me anymore but please just this once, hear me out.” You pleaded sincerely.. “I am completely owing what I did and I know I wronged for that, bigtime. I cost our relationship and I’ll always gonna regret doing that to you girls.

I love all, still. But i didn’t came to request for us to get back together. II came here instead to… ask some help.”

“Help?” Nayeon perturbed inquired. “For what?”

“You know my friend right? IU? Your biggest idol in K-Pop?” 

“Yeah?” She responded quizzically. “And what does this have to do with her?”

“She’s… gotten to be someone I used to know. Nayeon, my friend isn’t normal anymore after she… c-confessed to me and I humbly didn’t return the same admiration for her. She suddenly turned to be obsessed with me and now she wants me to be hers even if I don’t want to. I am scared, Nayeon. I don’t know what she might do but… I am dead serious that I want to distance myself away for me for how long it might take.”.

“Wait wait… are you saying that IU sunbaenim is a stalker of yours?”

“Exactly, and I know I messed up real bad that I have to come in here to meet up with you. I can’t even stay here for longer,  she’s watching me, Nay. Please, I want your help.” Your tone starts to be invaded with dread and depression. 

Her end went silence for a second before she spoke again, not with the words you were hoping for her to respond though. “YN… are you drunk? You sound like you’re just making up stories.” “W-what? N-no I’m not making this u-” “If you think for one single solitary second that I would just open this door and let us see each other face to face, you ain’t getting any of that. I’m not falling for your tricks anymore, YN.” “Nayeon!” Your panicking urges your voice to raise. “Y-you’re taking it differently, I came here just by that. How can I just pull a prank on you a-and…” “I CAN’T TRUST YOU ANYMORE, that’s why, YN. So are they.” Nayeon made it loud and clear. “IU sunbae is into you? Well I won’t be surprised with that, I mean you did the same with our Aespa juniors.” “Wait, what?” “You didn’t know? But don’t worry, I won’t let that occur, just for you to stop spinning people’s heads and play with their feelings in the end when you enter another relationship with them, not on our watch, YN.” Nayeon confidently said. “We already talked with them and guess what? They know our history now, scumbag.” You went speechless of Nayeon’s revelation, making sense why Aespa was being distant from you all this time. The more she brashly downgrade you, the lower your hopes fall of receiving rescue on your current dilemma. Tears form in your eyes as you bang your head in the wall feeling dizzy of giving up, all of your plans crumbled simultaneously. “Whether it’s true or not, we don’t care about you anymore, YN. We broke up with you,  it’s over for us. We don’t want nothing from you, so stop trespassing in our lives to gain another meaning or forgiveness because it’s your karma face and deserve it.”

She cut the line, leaving you slip on your knees and sob in anguish. Out with your revenge with Aespa and making amends with TWICE. All you can do now is to hold on, be stubborn to accept the fact that it’s IU’s world you’re about to live in. As you came home, you opened the lights and to your shock, IU was standing in the middle of the living room behind the chair. In front was a table covered in black cloth. Your fear subdues, desperation for help ran through your senses.

“You’re home. I hope you enjoyed meeting TWICE in person… behind my back.” IU wore a disturbing smile on her face as she sways a belt in her hand. “Ji-eun. It wasn’t what you’re thinking, okay? P-please, spare me.” You went on your knees and prayed for salvation. “You already got me once, I won’t let it repeat again.” she shook her head. “You think I could just walk around untracked?” She grabs her phone and saw a dot on a map that shows a location, and to your realization, she put a tracking system on your phone while you were asleep from her drugging you. “Very slick of you, YN. Having someone to have eyes and ears wherever you are, its kind of boring don’t you think?” “Ji-eun ah, please. Don’t do this, I- I will never do that, o-okay? Please… please…” You rushed to hug IU’s legs as you aggressively beg for your safety. “You should’ve done that way earlier.” IU’s tone went deep. “BOYS! COME OUT AND HELP ME WITH HIM!” Four men came out through your bedroom and approached you. Eyeing them all both confused and afraid, you tried to slip around and dodge their grasp as they began dragging you into the chair. “No… NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! J-JI-EUN AH!!!” You wailed as large men cuffed you in the seat, covered your mouth with a ball gag, and stripped your lower garment to expose your cock for IU.. As you groaned and grunted around the seat, you paused when IU unveiled the contents of the table, dozen set of what it seems to be sex toys and BDSM stuffs laid neatly. “I said it once and I warned you to not make me punish you, but since you’ve done the same to me, making me feel like I’m just as horrible as those bitches are. You’re gonna get it, YN.” She reached for a wand-looking vibrator and activated it. “I’m going to fucking drain your cum until morning as you sit there like a good boy for me. Understood?” You hummed in denial, not wanting any of it but you’re completely helpless at this point. Without any further ado, the bodyguards left the scene as IU starts to stimulate your cock by poking the wand’s tip on it, feeling its intense vibration to make your shudder in the chair. Meanwhile, TWICE and Aespa are on their respective dorms, their still kept feelings for you had them contemplating if what they did at you was right. ENDING #2: BITTERSWEET ENDING After Nayeon went silent on the intercom, she decided to discard her doubts at you as part of her is telling that you must be telling the truth. “If that’s what will make you to quit pursuing us, then fine. Just this once and when it’s done. I want you to disappear and stay away from us forever,got it ?” You hesitated for a while, you still do love her, but your fate nowadays is demanding a sacrifice of that miracle to repair what’s broken and start all over again with TWICE. Tears flowed in your eyes as you accepted that you and them will never meant to last… or probably to love one another. “O-okay. After this I… I’ll stop bothering any of you again. T-thank you, Nayeon.” She didn’t answer anymore. You left the front of their dorm with bittersweet tears flowing in your cheek, conflicted in relief and devastation for your heart to submerge. As you came home, you opened the lights and to your shock, IU was standing in the middle of the living room behind the chair. In front was a table covered in black cloth. Your fear subdues, desperation for help ran through your senses.

“You’re home. I hope you enjoyed meeting TWICE in person… behind my back.” IU wore a disturbing smile on her face as she sways a belt in her hand. “Ji-eun. It wasn’t what you’re thinking, okay? P-please, spare me.” You went on your knees and prayed for salvation. “You already got me once, I won’t let it repeat again.” she shook her head. “You think I could just walk around untracked?” She grabs her phone and saw a dot on a map that shows a location, and to your realization, she put a tracking system on your phone while you were asleep from her drugging you. “Very slick of you, YN. Having someone to have eyes and ears wherever you are, its kind of boring don’t you think?” “Ji-eun ah, please. Don’t do this, I- I will never do that, o-okay? Please… please…” You rushed to hug IU’s legs as you aggressively beg for your safety. “You should’ve done that way earlier.” IU’s tone went deep. “BOYS! COME OUT AND HELP ME WITH HIM!” Four men came out through your bedroom and approached you. Eyeing them all both confused and afraid, you tried to slip around and dodge their grasp as they began dragging you into the chair. “No… NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! J-JI-EUN AH!!!” They bounded your hands on the handlebars of the chair and muffled your mouth with ball gag to restrict any sounds you create that may grab the neighborhood’s attention. Unbeknownst to them, TWICE already called the police including IU’s company regarding about to matter. Sirens echoed around the area, IU and the bodyguards became alerted with the blue, light, and red lights flashing through the window. “Shit, w-what did you do!” IU barked furiously at you. Sounds of running footsteps can be heard from outside. The doors were barged, policemen are gathered outside as the bodyguards surrendered. “Motherfuckers! Why didn’t you all shoot them!” “POLICE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” The policemen warned IU. Panicking, she quickly grabbed a knife and pointed it at your neck as she wraps your head around her arm. “HOLD IT!” The leader commanded his men as they start raising their guns at her. “LEE JI-EUN, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR KIDNAPPING YN/LN. DROP YOUR KNIFE OR WE WON’T HESITATE TO SHOOT YOU.” “DON’T YOU DARE, I WILL STAB HIM RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!” IU exclaimed. You couldn’t do anything but to sob and stare at the police for mercy.

To your surprise, all of TWICE and aespa members came inside your house while being guarded by the police. They saw your pitiful condition with IU, and they saw the truth with their own eyes. The once idolized by many has turned to a horrendously obsessive   love-crazed psychopath. “IU SUNBAENIM, STOP THIS. PLEASE!” Jihyo shouted. “THIS ISN’T YOU. DON’T RUIN YOUR CAREER JUST FOR HIM!” Karina added. “ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP! DON’T DICTATE ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO FOR HIM.” IU grunted. “HE’S MINE ONLY! NOBODY CAN TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME, ESPECIALLY YOU BUNCH OF SLUTS!” “Unnie, don’t do this. You can have him now, he’s all yours.” You stared at Nayeon as you heard her. She glances at you, unspoken lingering feelings remaining for one another caught that as a means of goodbye. “We’ve had enough and it stays like that. You can make him change his feelings and grab his attention for yours only without any use of violence of harm. That’s not how you win a person’s heart by turning into a monster.” IU just listened at Nayeon’s appeal. The police were still holding on to their guard in case the suspect pulls out a life-risking manoeuvre. “You were mistaken. It’s your time now, unnie. You should’ve made use of it properly.” Ningning assisted her senior to prevent the misled superstar. “He wouldn’t let me.” IU started crying as she held at the back of your chair for assistance. She dropped the knife she use for threat, the police rushed to arrest the woman while some removed you from hostage. IU was taken to a psychiatric mental hospital in Seoul while you are under therapy due to depression from everything that transpired in the past months. As one last proper goodbye before parting ways for good, TWICE brought you food for your recovery and thanked you for everything despite of what happened before officially turning yourselves from strangers with lots of buried memories created together..

ENDING #3: HAPPY ENDING“I’ll think about it and inform them.” Nayeon told you before ending your communication with them. Grateful and holding on for one last hope at least after she considered your concern, now you wait to learn if your chance of survival still exists against IU’s control. Hours later, IU surprisingly greeted you in a menacing way, invading your property. The bodyguards joined her to set you up for a punishment she could think of by sexually torturing you. Sirens of police cars can be heard, your heart pumped fast as you heard the sound of rescue coming for you. Policemen arrived at the scene of a crime, they cornered IU and the bodyguards. Your eyes watered as you saw TWICE and Aespa made their way to help the police encourage IU to retreat in the power of the law. “Unnie, don’t do this. This won’t make you any less better for him. ” You stared at Nayeon as you heard her. She glances at you and nodded as a gesture to your gratitude. “Consider about your career and your relationship with YN through these years. You’re gonna go and throw them away just like that? “ALL THOSE PEOPLE DID IS TO TAKE EVERYTHING FROM MY POPULARITY AND SUCCESS!!!” IU complained. “That’s why I don’t feel complete even at the peak of my life, because all they did is to steal from my hardwork and passion for my dreams! That’s how awful they are!” Until I met YN again, and he reminded me that he’s the only person around anybody that surrounds me who has been loyal to me. Then in a snap, I wanted more. I came to my senses that it was never enough if it wasn’t him. I don’t just need his company, I need his love.” “Unnie, what you’re doing won’t you make you earn it. Love isn’t something to demand.” Ningning aided her senior to change the deluded superstar’s manipulated mind. “And most importantly, you can’t go terrorizing his life just to be with you.”

“We can’t force anybody to love us back.” Nayeon stated in melancholy. “Please, unnie. You’re my idol, I hate to see you turn into this.” Her worries disappeared when they all saw IU broke out of laughter. “Is that so? Forgive me not, Nayeon-ah… but if I can’t have him, I’ll just make sure NOBODY ELSE WILL!”

“NO!!!” She was about to stab you but the police reacted quickly, they shot IU in the shoulder, preventing your death and a murder case to settle. She lunged back and fell on the floor as the police hurried to arrest the wounded woman while the girls helped you out of the chair. You cried in their embrace as they comforted you. “You’re safe now, YN.” Jihyo whispered to your ears as she laid your head to her shoulder to absorb your pain selflessly. IU was taken to a psychiatric mental hospital in Seoul while you are under therapy due to depression from everything that transpired in the past months. As one last proper goodbye before parting ways for good, TWICE brought you food for your recovery. Aespa also personally apologized for how they treated you and concluded with a confession that they fell in love with you too but called it done as they wanted to pave the way for others they believed to be more suitable for him. In return, friendship has been restored by a closure with them that went smoothly because of how open-minded they are as you admitted what you've been planning to them secretly. You noticed a letter inserted on a basket of fruits in your last day of stay on your room. Reading the letter, a particular paragraph caught your eyes that made you tearful and heart throbbing in longing for their long-awaited affection. Finishing your treatment with the doctors handpicked by the girls with the help of the company’s connection, you left the hospital in great condition. A van stopped and its doors opened, Jihyo exits along the rest of the TWICE members. You can’t help but to cry again seeing them, which can be said the same for how they feel for you too. They came to approach and envelope you to a group hug, emotions going lively inside. “I’m sorry for everything, girls. I really do.” You apologized for the nth time and you will never stop reminding them how you willingly make yourself accountable. “I never stopped loving you all.” you finally said the words you’ve wanted to tell them. “We know, even if we try to forget you we just… couldn’t.” Jihyo replied. “Because our hearts prefer nothing but you. It’s hard to let go when we couldn’t lie to ourselves that we still love you. ”

Entering the van and away from the sight of the public, all TWICE members kissed you and included you in a group cuddle as they ride back home for a new beginning of their relationship. == END ==

[hemi-demi]

Not my usual post but something I've been thinking about lately.

I think a part of what bothers me the most about the AI generated images/writing/etc debate is folks claiming that they need it because of a lack of talent and skill. Even going so far as to call it an accessibility device.

Which, as a disabled person, boils my blood. Because I think where this comes from is not in the same way as like a curb-cut levels things out for everyone. It's based on impossible standards in literally every piece of media we consume, and I think that's something we can change, rather than forcing people to use a bland device to meet the rest of the world at their level.

Folks are telling themselves they need AI images because becoming an artist takes time, and money, and effort. Some disabled folks don't have the dexterity to hold a pen, or can't sit upright at a computer for hours (me), or can't process visual information in the same way as others. Those are all true statements.

Same with writing. Dyslexia and other learning disorders can make writing intimidating. People receive harsh judgement for things like having poor sentence structure or spelling, even if you as a reader still know exactly what they mean.

The solution to these issues is not "pay an AI company to steal from other creators so everything washes into the same, boring grey blob of creativity". It's make bad art.

I want to see people's art where they don't have a full grasp of anatomy, but try their best anyway. I want to see stories where someone might struggle with visualizing a scene, but they do their best to convey the meaning in whatever way they can. I want to see more people comfortable with posting less than perfect work, and being proud of it because they made it. Or not even feel the need to post at all, because at the end of the day, the little numbers on your screen will never be the most satisfying part of creating. (Telling myself this as well, tbh. It's hard, I get that.)

If everyone is equally good at creating work, then there's never any variety. You can learn just as much, if not more so, from bad art than good. You can find beauty in it, unique ideas or habits that others have dropped because they were told it wasn't proper. You can see pure creative expression, without being chained to traditional conventions taught in school that beat all the fun out of you to make your work marketable.

We're taught in school that other artists are our competition, so of course people are turning to these tools to try and get a leg up. They never learned what a collaborative art or writing community can look like, and how that actually helps you grow as an artist more than AI or self isolation ever could.

If someone is drawing their entire lives, and never gets any more skilled at it for one reason or another, there's nothing wrong with that. That art is just as valid, and just as beautiful.

I understand that people feel this pressure to stand out in a sea of artists who worked their asses off to get where they are, but turning all art and writing into this regurgitation of what has worked before will never bring new ideas into the world in the same way a bored kid with a pencil and notebook paper can. It just won't.

[juststicktoit]

i just woke up in the body and you know what. it's 7am ask game answering time boys

1. our sys name is the gz system - officially this stands for gamma zeconis but it also stands for gizmo depending who you ask lol. the story for gamma zeconis is both long/complicated and also stupid but the story for gizmo is that it's our best friend's cat's name

2. yes to the first half! ezra is a zombie. aston might be human adjacent?? i can't reallllly tell with him.

3. most unique name is eitherrrr me, sterling, or ascot/aston.

4. lily, graham and connie are vegetarians, but nobody else is.

5. weirdly enough me lol most of my role in the sys is to be the social one B)

6. okay so. collectively, we celebrate the kids' birthdays. lils & i are sourcemates so us two like to celebrate each other's birthdays without making it a big thing. other than that, we just celebrate the body's birthday.

7. ... ok so i fear i am the problem child.

8. non typical role uhhhh. it depends on how you define it? one of lily's roles is to specifically engage with emdr therapy, whereas one of my roles is to specifically engage with cft therapy. but we usually end up cocon for any and all therapy regardless. other than that it's quite general for most of us lol

9. i'm trying to think but not really? not wildly different anyway. connie likes gardening; nobody else does. syskid likes playing football (soccer, for the americans); nobody else does. but these aren't wildly different interests because all of us have an interest in flowers and most of us like watching football lol

10. kian's goth as hell. floris is punk-adjacent. graham is the most folk punk you could possibly get. other than that, we all fall under some kind of 'alt' subculture because of a), the body's culture and background and the shows we attend, and b), our political views and music tastes

11. ok so the thing is. our factive source list is a folk musician, a comedy panel tv show, and one of our former internet friends. the musician is not really niche at all. the tv show is definitely not niche, especially if you live in the uk (it's also lily & i's source hiiii). i guess our obscure source would be the internet friend in that case then??

12. oldest is connie - she's 36. youngest is the syskid that we don't name online - he's 6.

13. there was a football match a while back between the team i support (and we as a collective support) and the team lily's source (and, depending on the day, lils) supports. lily & i were cofronting to watch it and ended up arguing for 45 minutes over a VAR result. Yeah we get fucking heated over soccer in this system

14. "i guess it's not about if you could fuck a pineapple, it's if you want to. and i do. so shut the fuck up." -aston circa 2023ish

15. graham probably fits this description the best. i leave post it notes around for actually helpful stuff like appointments and plans with friends and stuff we have to do/remember. Graham leaves post it notes around with random brainrot quotes on them

16. ok this one is interesting because in a literal sense the answer is lils. she has an accent that's very different to the rest of the system and she has very specific mannerisms. but she's been a cohost for a few years now and we've managed to gain the narrative (among people who don't know we're a system) that lily's posho voice is just our Autism Masking Accent, and everyone else's significantly more northern accent is our unmasking/normal voice.

17. connie: have we ever been to Aston [the town in the UK]?

aston [the guy]: what?

connie: ...who the hell was that?

18. not really the strangest but a few system members are currently mad at me for accidentally spending £53 at lush #imsorry #ididntknowtheyweresoexpensive #ionlybought3things #iwastoobusyyappingwiththecashiertochecktheprice #IMSORRY

System Ask Game

🌕 - If Your System Has A Name, What Is The Story Behind It?

🌔 - Do you Have Any Nonhuman Or Human Adjacent Headmates? Any That Are A Unique/Non-Typical Species?

🌓 - What Is The Most Unique Name A Headmate In Your System Has?

🌑- Does Anyone In Your System Have Food Preferences That Differ Greatly From Others In Your System?

⭐️ - Who Is The Most Social?

💫 - Does Anyone Celebrate A Birthday Different From The Body's Birthday?

✨️ - Who Is The "Problem Child" Of Your System? (Not Necessarily In A Negative Way)

🔭 - Anyone With A "Non-Typical" Role?

🚀 - Are There Any Headmates With Wildly Differing Interests From The Rest Of The System?

☄️ - Do You Have Any Alt Headmates? (Emo,Goth,Etc)

🌍 - Do You Have Any Introjects From Obscure Sources? (Not Including Oc-tives)

🪐 - What Is The Age Of Your Oldest Headmate? The Youngest?

🌙 - What Is The Most Ridiculous Thing Your System Has Argued Over?

👽 - The Strangest,Most Off Putting,Or Silliest Thing A Headmate Has Said?

🌌 - Is There A Headmate Who Likes To Play Pranks On The Rest Of The System?

🌠 - Who Is The Most Noticeable When Fronting?

🛰 - What Is The Strangest Way You've Discovered A Headmate?

🌝 - What Is The Strangest Purchase Someone In The System Has Made?

[hamzahsbaby]

OMGG i NEED a comfort/angst fic with Hamzah where the reader (ur regular girl without a big social media) end up breaking down emotionally when a bunch of hamzah’s fan girls start to either get personal with there hate comments on u or reveal personal information. Hamzah ends up comforting u and reassuring his love, leading u two to either take to the podcast or their bts on patreon in order to address it and hopefully create boundaries 🙏🙏 just know you’d eat this up

warnings: possible cringe warning … not sure … something takes over when i write angst and i can’t ever tell if my work is good or not …. but enjoy yay!

the comments didn’t bother you at first, you told yourself you could handle it, and you really could, at first. but now it was all too much; screenshots of your personal instagram had somehow gotten out, video upon video tearing apart you and your looks, people somehow finding your family, the list went on and felt like it never ended. strangers on the internet picking apart your life, thinking that just because you were dating someone in the public eye meant that you didn’t have a right to any privacy.

you’d been laying in bed all day, the only comfort you had was hamzah’s hoodie embracing you and hamzah’s hourly check in on you, he wanted to sit next to you and listen to whatever it was that was bothering you but you wouldn’t let him. he was upset, but more sad than anything, sad that you felt like you couldn’t tell him what was going on. although he had a pretty good idea, he wanted to hear it from you.

“alright,” hamzah sat next to you on the bed, you peered your head out from the hoodie you were wearing. hamzah looked so perfect, too perfect for someone like you. “you’ve gotta talk to me baby.” he rubbed your ribs, his touch immediately bringing you comfort.

you shook your head, tears forming in your eyes. trying to vocalize the negative feelings you were experiencing always made you cry. “i just,” you spit out, sitting up in hamzah’s bed, his hand stayed put on you. “i can’t do this anymore. i’m sorry.” you cried.

“what’re you sorry for babygirl?” hamzah wiped the tears falling down your face. the nickname he gave you making you want to fall into pieces, but also giving you some sense of reassurance. “i love you.” hamzah hugged you, you didn’t have to say anything but it’s like he knew exactly what you needed to hear. “so fucking much. you know that right?” he grabbed your face, looking you in the eyes when he said it, he needed you to know it. “you are my perfect girl.” your frown turned into a grin. hamzah knew it wasn’t the right time but god there wasn’t a single time you looked bad. you were literally day two without showing, red puffy face, wet eyelashes, and a rats nest for hair but you still looked like something out of a dream— soft, raw and beautiful.

“i love you.” you trembled. your lips shook as the words left your mouth. you were so fucking grateful for someone like hamzah, and even on the days you felt like you didn’t deserve him, he was there to tell you that you deserved him and so much more. “i don’t care what anyone says about you, or about us.” he reassured for the third time tonight, “you’re the one i want to be with.” hamzah pulled you in again. “forever.” tears forming in his eyes as he thought about how you wouldn’t have to go through this if it weren’t for him.

. 𖥔 ♡ ݁ ˖

after a few days of calming down and you and hamzah being able to have an actual conversation, he invited you to the podcast to speak your peace, and although you didn’t have much to say you accepted his request.

and when it came to discussing the boundaries you two were putting up the viewers, you swore you’ve never seen him so serious and upset on camera before. he really didn’t play about you and he needed the world to know it. “you guys act like if she weren’t here that you’d be next in line or something.” hamzah babbled into the mic, essentially going on a 10 minute tangent about how you’re just that girl, his girl.

you and martin awkwardly listened as hamzah kept boasting about you and putting down the losers who thought it was okay to ruin your privacy. “okay hamzah,” you cut him off. “i think they get it.” you giggled.

“just making sure there’s no room for confusion.”

[bambidixon]

When Daryl talks to Rick about wanting to leave the Sanctuary, he explains that he just doesn’t feel right there, leading those people. Rick, determined to make things work for everyone, insists on the responsibility they have, but Daryl pushes back, finally saying, "Man, there ain't no 'us' anymore. Everyone's everywhere. That small group we had back in the beginning... we could do anything. That was right. That's what I know."

It’s clear he’s feeling homesick, like he no longer has a place in the group or in the future Rick is trying to build. He’s grieving the loss of the family they once were, resenting how things have changed. Though he never explicitly says it, his rejection of Rick—over and over—makes it obvious he’s still deeply hurt by Rick’s decisions. Their conversation ends with Rick saying, "We're not together because things have changed." Daryl stays silent for a moment before nodding, but you can see how much he’s hurting, how hard he’s holding back. Then he says, "The thing is, you changed them, Rick. But I get it." But he doesn’t. He’s angry, grieving, overwhelmed by guilt. And what’s worse is that no one—literally no one—seems to notice how much he’s struggling to keep it together.

After that conversation, Carol finds him. He’s honest with her in a way he isn’t with anyone else, telling her he’s happy for her but that he doesn’t like not seeing her. And she understands him completely. She knows the Sanctuary isn’t good for him, sees what no one else does. That’s why she offers to take his place.

I don't like you anymore Rick Grimes 😑

[ragnarockz]

Your stuff with Maya is so hot!! Would you be willing to do a Maya x fem!reader where they are all out at a bar and Matt and Sal both find reader attractive and are trying to see who can gain her attention and get her home. And Maya is also attracted to her and after watching them make asses of themselves she steps in and successfully takes reader from them and tells the guys they are fucking idiots and never stood a chance especially when she learns the only one reader wanted all night was Maya to begin with?? and then takes reader to her place and has her way with her?!?

GIVE ME SOME GRACE HERE WITH THIS ONE BECAUSE I HAVE ONLY EVER SHIED AWAY FROM WRITING CHARACTER X READER🥺💛🔒

ANYWAY! MAYA LOVES A CHALLENGE, DOES SHE NOT? 👀 And maybe you kinda sorta love her...for now 😈

You've been nursing your first drink for some time now as your boss orders another round. You blow out a loud exhale in annoyance as you scrunch your face before downing your glass. He's your boss and your uncle so you can't really ever complain to anyone. He gave you a pretty high end job that pays well as his personal assistant. You smile weakly as the bartender hands out another round; definitely their fifth and undoubtedly your second.

You don't see her but she sees you. Sitting at another table with Matt and Sal; she's been eyeing you as the two of them whisper that it's Todd McCoy at the bar with his group. Maya doesn't pay much attention to the chatter as she's more interested in keeping her eyes on what she hopes will be her prize for the night. It isn't until Sal bursts her bubble that you look over your shoulder at the commotion and eavesdrop a little into what they're whisper-yelling to one another.

"That's his PA; right? She's sitting on the edge? Dude, she's a smoke show!"

Sal whisper yells to Matt and Matt, adjusts his glasses before ducking his head closer down to the table.

"That's his niece or daughter or something like that. Just hired his own family I guess to keep whatever secrets close to his vest. Smart...he's got a lot of scandals swirling around him but no one fucking cares; he brings in the big money."

Maya scoffs as she crosses her arms over her chest; flicking her ponytail off of her shoulder. She's facing your direction and her eyes haven't left you yet.

"He's a fucking asshole. He calls me asking for favors all the time and I tell him where he can stick his fucking favors. He doesn't even let her do her job! But, shit..."

Their whispers get lower and out of earshot and you can no longer hear what they're saying but now the three of them are all looking in your direction and the looks on their faces are telling.

It's some sort of challenge or game; some sort of determination and one upping each other. Who's dick is the biggest? Who can pull the strings? Who can rise to the top? The two men were bickering back and forth but Maya was cool and collected and soaked you in for as long as she could.

You turn your attention back to the bar as you know that they know you've been staring at them just as they've been staring at you. Pushing your drink away, you take your phone out from your pocket and mindlessly scroll through your favorite app. It doesn't take long for you to see some posts about Matt Remick and his indulgent Kool-Aid up and coming movie. Associated, of course, are Sal and Maya. You quickly glance around you as your thumb and pointer touch the screen to blow the photo up and get a better look at her.

Even though she's literally sitting behind you a few tables over.

Even though she's literally walking right up to you and you don't even notice until it's too late and you hear your Uncle's loud voice greeting her with nothing but sarcasm and backhanded compliments.

"Look who the cat dragged in! I see you and Remick and Saperstein are poaching in on our celebration...how obvious of you!"

He extends his hand to Maya who, doesn't take it. Instead, she gives him a half-baked smile that looks more like a grimace. She shoots a quick glance in your direction before she opens her mouth to reply; spitting nothing but venom out.

"Funny...wouldn't mark this as a celebration, looks more like a fucking funeral. Jesus...everyone looks fucking miserable, Todd. What did you do? Offer to cut them loose if they didn't show up here? God! And what? You dragged her into this too?"

She points her thumb back over her shoulder in your direction and makes you focus on her. The way her ponytail is perfect hanging behind her; her outfit looks like it peeled right out from a magazine. Her face; her expressions. She cold and calculated and undeniably really fucking hot. You slowly tuck your phone away just in case she catches a glance of what you've been looking at before she walked over here. Her. And before that? Also her.

God, you think to yourself as you bite your bottom lip, you're down bad for Maya Mason.

"Anyway, Todd...nice talking to you, as always. Next time you have a marketing question, ask your niece to call me instead of you. Isn't that her job? If not, we can always get her in with Continental. Scrub her name out from under yours..."

You swore your Uncle went white in the face as she chuckled nervously and brushed Maya off without a word, turning back to the members of your party. She nods her head, another win under her belt before she licks her lips and looks at you.

"We have an empty seat at our table if you'd rather join a real fucking party and not whatever the fuck your lame ass Uncle is trying to pull..."

And she leaves it at that as she walks away, leaving you to decide. It takes less than a second for you to slip off of the bar stool and follow at her heels. You sit yourself down at the empty spot between Maya and Sal with Matt across with you. You're familiar with them all; having been in the industry for so long all of these people are a little more than acquaintances.

The table goes quiet and you can feel the air shift between the four of you; going back to that low-level of whisper they had been engaging in earlier. The game has started and you wonder what it is.

Matt starts first; rambling on quickly about how he could use a new PA and your expertise and knowledge is perfect for him; perfect for Continental. It makes Maya roll her eyes and scoff as she shakes her head; basically kicking Matt from under the table.

You sit there with a pained smile on your face and wish it was Maya saying these things; wishing it was her asking you to be her personal assistant. You can only dream as Sal interjects Matt to now ramble on about executive challenges that he believes you can lend a hand in.

Maya loudly interjects as she reaches beside you to put her hand over yours which has been resting on your lap. You feel a warm shiver creep up your spine with the proximity of her. You can smell her perfume and almost feel her shirt touching your arm. You hold your breath.

"Fuck these two and fuck your lame ass funeral...how about we go to a real fucking party, just us? Just the girls?"

You feel like a trance has been put over you as you slowly nod your head and a small smile creeps onto your lips. She mimics you as she nods her head as well and matches the smile. You notice there's a look in her eye; a known feeling that she won whatever this was. Her smile turns hungry and you notice it but don't give it a second thought. Her hand still over yours she clutches it to pull you up and out of your seat to lead you out of the bar and into the waiting car parked outside.

She ushers you into the back seat and follows close behind you, basically sitting on top of you as she gets herself in and slams the car door closed.

"Those losers can find another ride home. Fuck them...thinking they were going to fucking win over me...pathetic..."

The rest of the car ride is quiet but you can feel the tension building between you and Maya. She found your hand with hers again and held it; clutched it tightly. She started making little circles with her thumb in the soft fold between your own thumb and pointer finger. She felt warm and cool at the same time. You could hear her breathing get more ragged, unhinged the closer you got to her place.

You knew what was coming and you had already accepted it the second you sat down at their table at the bar. You knew what the game was the second you felt Maya's gaze on you. And, you knew, exactly what the prize for winning such game was: you.

You barely make it into Maya's foyer before she gets you up against the door of what you quickly assume is a closet. You feel her hands ripping and pulling and dragging off your clothes in a hurried frenzy. Like she's starving, dying of thirst. Like the only thing she needs to survive is you and you alone. And you let her because, fuck, in this moment, who wouldn't? You moan loudly into her mouth when her lips collide with yours and you sink a little lower against the door as her hands find their way in between your legs and groping your breast.

You let her. She uses you.

You can barely make out anything in the darkened foyer with the shaded glass of her home. Obviously for privacy so peeping toms and paparazzi aren't sneaking peaks into her home at all hours. But a slight change of light from outside gives you the opportunity to see a shape or, maybe even a shadow, of something between her legs when she desperately pulls her own pants down and kicks them off from her ankles.

You feel it before you even get a chance to really see it. Cool and smooth with slight ridges that tease at your folds which are, without a doubt, slick from her hands and just honestly from her. As bold and brassy as Maya Mason was and known to be, you did not expect her to be packing out in public. Especially, with Sal and Matt by her side. Maybe they knew her better than you and the tabloids did but fuck, what did that matter now as your breath hitches in your throat. She was just inches away from filling you up with her cock.

She pushes you against the door and this time, fills you up with herself. You feel yourself stretch to take her cock; as much as your body allows and then some. The tip hits your cervix already and you moan in delight. You want more; you're begging for it and you very quickly realize, that's her favorite thing in the world.

To have someone beg for her.

She's rough and quick and fast. She's loud and messy and nothing comes out from her mouth but 'fuck' and 'shit' and 'jesus fucking christ'. You can barely keep your head on straight as your eyes slam shut and your head snaps forward and you focus on the relentless pounding of her cock up inside of you. You can feel the silicone warm and then become hot; your own wetness making it easier for her to fuck you. You're on the brink of orgasm; you can feel it. That hot pull in your lower abdomen; the pressure waiting to be released. Your little moans and whines and breaths hitch up in your throat and you can swear she's calling you a 'good girl' and a 'pretty fucking thing' and then...

It all comes crashing down around you.

You cum and she, pulls right out.

A wail escapes your lips as you bend forward; trying to catch yourself from your knees buckling. You can hear the smirk on her face that you can't see. It was really all some game. Just some quick fuck in her house up on some hill in Hollywood. You can sense she's trying not to laugh as you hear the shuffling of fabric as she scoops up her pants and pulls them back on. The zipper is deafening; like a gunshot ringing out.

"I'll call you a cab, Sweet Thing...you'll be home before the sun comes back up over those fucking hills. It was nice meeting you, by the way...maybe we'll run into one another again."

Your heart hammers away in your chest as you hear her footsteps and then the front door opening once again. She is literally standing there holding the door open for you to get your shit and get the fuck out.

[spidercatweb]

Feeling Better ★ Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: umm ok i fear there are a lot. Emetophobia warning (r does NOT get sick, i tried to describe it as little as possible, r is very emetophobic and freaks out), unintentional(?) s/h (scratching as a distraction, no blood is drawn), r has a panic attack esque thing going on?? idk she freaks out and shuts down (just like me fr), fem!bau!reader, hurt/comfort, a little bit of angst(?), happy ending with some fluff :). i think that's it? kind of established relationship with r and spencer idk...

Description: the team is at a bar, r is already anxious, it gets a million times worse when someone there throws up. Spencer helps r get away from the situation and calms her down.

Word Count: 2,227

A/n: reader is literally me, i wrote this for myself and i hope the other emetophobia girlies enjoy <3 if you can relate to this im so so sorry :( i know how it feels :(

The team is at a bar tonight, having just finished a case; it was a nice way to relax and socialize. The team - except for you and Spencer - all had alcoholic beverages. Spencer didn't really like the taste or feeling of alcohol, you had just never wanted to drink. You could have a fun time without it. You all sat around a big table in the back corner of the bar, enjoying each other's company. The whole team was intently listening to one of Garcia’s odd anecdotes. You sat beside Spencer, already feeling a little overwhelmed, but you were still having a good time. You smiled and laughed along with the rest of the team.

Suddenly, your hearing focused on another situation in the establishment. A heavily intoxicated man at the bar is telling the bartender how he “can handle another drink" and that he “won't get sick this time". You immediately tense up. Even the thought of the possibility of that happening makes your anxiety spike. You try to focus on the conversation at the table and calm yourself down.

Nothing is going to happen, you’ll be okay. You repeat this to yourself in your head. You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, you cross your arms and begin tapping your fingers on your arms rhythmically.

Spencer notices the shift in your behavior, he notices that you're a bit zoned out, staring at the salt and pepper shakers on the table. He doesn't say anything, but he keeps it in mind to ask you later what was wrong, it was probably nothing anyway. You were probably just overwhelmed with all the noise.

Thirty minutes pass. You’ve mostly forgotten about what you overheard earlier, focusing instead on the insanity that was Morgan’s dating life, which he was explaining in way too much detail. You snicker and share a shocked look with Spencer when Morgan says something particularly explicit.

Slurred speech enters your earshot once again, the drunk man at the bar. He’s saying that he shouldn't have ordered that last drink. Disgusting. A frown appears on your face. You begin to dig your nails into your arms. Don’t think about it. Nothing’s going to happen. Focus on your friends. Nothing bad will happen with them.

It happens. The man at the bar gets sick. All over the bar. Tears well up in your eyes and you shut them tightly, your face flushes. You slowly drag your nails down your arms, digging them in deeper, leaving bright red marks. You need to leave. Now.

Spencer notices the scene unfolding at the bar, he knows how absolutely horrible it makes you feel, you've told him about it before. He looks at you and hovers a hand over your shoulder. You feel the warmth of him through the dizzying panic rushing through you.

"Hey, do you want to leave?" His voice is quiet and calm, only loud enough for you to hear, not disturbing the rest of the team. You nod and he begins to stand up.

You want to follow, but you feel like you can't move. You stand up weakly, forcing yourself to move. Still frantically scratching and digging your nails into your arms, because it feels like the only thing that will distract you from what's going on. You open your eyes and your vision blurs from tears. Spencer grabs your purse from the booth, making sure you won’t have to come back in for it if you don’t want to.

He leads you towards the door and away from the situation, hand hovering over the small of your back, "Come on, let's get outside".

The rest of the team looks concerned for you. Garcia stops telling her story for a moment, she knows what's going on.

"She just needs a bit of air. Don't think they'll be back though," she nods to what's happening at the bar, the team understands.

When you exit the building, you're a crying mess, basically hyperventilating, still clawing at yourself, not hard enough to draw blood, but you will if you continue.

"Y/n, I need you to stop scratching yourself, you're gonna be okay, we're not going back in there." He tries to make eye contact with you. You frantically shake your head, continuing what you're doing, taking in a stuttered gasp, holding back a sob.

"Can you talk?" Spencer knows the answer is probably no. You shake your head once again, confirming this. He looks around for a place to sit, "Okay... let's go sit down, there's a bench over there." He nods his head towards the bench, ghosting his hand over the small of your back. You start slowly towards it, he follows closely behind.

You sit, so does he. Your legs shake almost violently out of anxiety. The cold, fresh air does a little to calm your nerves, but the sounds keep replaying in your head. You try your best to busy your hands with something other than scratching yourself, you know you need to stop. You begin running your hands through your hair in a steady manner. You close your eyes and try to take slow, deep breaths. Spencer quietly observes, his presence is enough to remind you that everything will be okay. He waits patiently, not expecting you to say anything.

After taking a shaky breath, you whisper a barely audible "Sorry." You wipe your eyes with your sleeves then hold your hands together tightly. Digging your nails into the backs of them. You feel bad for pulling Spencer away from the rest of the team.

"It's okay, you have nothing to be sorry about. It's a very common phobia, actually. I read an article a while ago with evidence that 20% of people who go to therapy report emetophobia as a main reason for going." His fact is not very fun, but you can tell he's trying to calm you down in the best way he knows how. He glances at your tightly clasped hands, your knuckles white and shaky, nails digging into your skin once again.

He offers a soothing solution, "Do you want to hold my hands instead?" He puts his hands out for you to take. He wants to get you to stop hurting yourself, he knows you don’t mean to. It makes him sad to see you like this.

You unclasp your hands and reach out to his. His hands are shockingly cold, but the coolness in contrast to your warmth is calming. You squeeze his hands, a silent thank you. He squeezes yours back.

“Do you want me to talk? Or just stay quiet?” He asks, gently rubbing his thumbs across your knuckles.

“Talk?” You attempt to smile, but it’s more of a pout. It breaks Spencer’s heart to see you like this.

“Okay… um. Well… You didn’t drink tonight, right? You had iced tea?” You nod as he slowly leads up to a ramble. “And I wasn’t drinking either,” he reminds you, “when alcohol is consumed, the liver processes it into a highly reactive and toxic chemical called acetaldehyde. Which is actually used in plenty of herbicides and insecticides, of course, not sourced from the human body.” You can feel his hands itching to gesture along with his sentences. But they stay right there, holding yours.

“The liver then converts this acetaldehyde into acetate, which the body can remove by converting it into water and carbon dioxide. But when there’s too much, and the liver can’t process it quickly enough, the body gets rid of it, well… in a different way. That’s most likely what was happening to that guy in there.” You stare off into space at the reminder, idly nodding slowly to show you’re listening.

“So… he isn’t sick. It isn’t anything you can catch. You weren’t drinking tonight either. Nothing like that will happen to you tonight. Or me. We’re fine, we’re safe.” He reassures you calmly, lightly squeezing your hands. Your eyes flicker to his and you give him another nod.

By now, you’ve mostly stopped crying. You sniffle every few seconds, but it’s a major improvement from the sobs you were letting out just minutes ago. The deep breaths of cold air help to calm you as well. But your heart and head are still racing, you take in unbalanced, jagged breaths, still struggling to keep it fully together.

“Thanks, Spencer.” Your voice is slightly gravelly when you speak.

“No problem.” He smiles warmly, “Are you feeling a little better?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “the cold air is nice, and it’s quiet, and… you’re here. You’re always really helpful when I get like this.” You huff out a sad laugh, hiding your embarrassment about how Spencer always seems to be the one helping you out.

“I’m glad. I like it when you’re okay, so I’m glad I can help.” he blushes slightly. “And honestly, it was getting way too loud in there for me. I’m pretty sure you’d be the one bringing me out here if we stayed in any longer.” He half-jokes. You chuckle slightly. The last thing he wants is for you to feel bad about something you can’t control.

“So… I’m guessing you don’t want to go back in either?” You look down at your hands still in his.

“No, not- not really.” He shakes his head.

You both think in a moment of comfortable silence.

“Do you- Would you like me to drive you home?” He asks hesitantly.

“Do I trust you to drive my car?” You joke lightheartedly.

“Hey!” He laughs along with you.

“And how would you get home?” You ask, “Planning to stay over, Doctor?” You tease him with the nickname. You’re clearly feeling better.

“Well- I- I actually didn’t think about that, yeah. Um, I could...” He rushes to find another response. “Would you mind if I did?” he asks nervously.

“Spence, I wouldn’t mind at all. It would actually be nice, I’d rather not be alone tonight.” You smile, he mirrors your expression.

“Really?” He asks, “If you don’t want me to, it’s okay. I don’t want to be invading your space or anything.”

“Do you want to stay over?”

“I uh- yeah. Yes I do.” he nods.

“Okay, let’s go then.” You slip one of your hands out of his grasp as you get up from the bench, still holding his other. He gets up after you, politely handing you your purse. You thank him quietly as you take it.

You both walk to the parking lot of the bar, where your car is parked. After you unlock the car, like the gentleman he is, he opens the passenger door for you. The ride to your place is lovely, Spencer spits out all the random facts he can think of during the twenty minute drive. You rest your head lightly against the window, listening to him speak as you gaze at the outside world passing by. His soft, constant tone lulls you into a light sleep.

When he parks the car, he unbuckles his seatbelt and lightly taps your shoulder, welcoming you back with a smile. “We’re here, sorry to wake you up.” His hand rests on your shoulder for a moment.

You groan slightly as you get out of the car, “Why is being stressed out so exhausting?”

“Well, when you’re stressed, your body releases hormones like cortisol, which put you in fight-or-flight mode,” he starts. You walk beside him, sneakily grasping his hand with yours as you head towards the entrance of your apartment building. He pauses for a second, looking down at your hands. He smiles, then continues.

“And when you have high stress levels for a prolonged amount of time, it tires out your brain, leading to emotional exhaustion. So really, you might not be physically tired, just mentally.”

“Hmm. Well, I feel exhausted either way.” You huff out a laugh, leaning into his side.

He hums in agreement, opening the building’s door and letting you enter first.

When you finally get into your apartment, you realize an important detail. “Spencer, do you have clothes here? Or like, pajamas?” You can’t remember from the last time he was here, you knew he at least had a pair of pajamas, because you’d been wearing the shirt to sleep for the past week.

“Um- yeah, I think so? I think I left some here last time. Bottom drawer of your dresser, right?”

“Mhm,” You nod, “shower first, then bed?” You suggest.

“Okay.” He agrees easily.

***

You go in first, Spencer goes in after you. When he comes back into your room, he sees you wearing one of his shirts. “Is that…?” He points to you.

“Yes.” You grin happily.

“So that’s where it went.” He joins you in your bed.

You cuddle up to him, laying your head comfortably on his chest. He rests a hand on your back, tracing patterns lightly with his pointer finger.

“Are you feeling better than earlier?” He asks quietly.

“Mhm, a lot better.” You bring a hand up to lightly rest on his chest.

“That’s good.”

The beating of Spencer’s heart up against your ear, combined with the quiet sounds of his steady breathing lull you into a peaceful sleep. He stays awake longer than you do, listening to your slow breaths, making sure you’re completely asleep before he drifts off.

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[ggoyangie]

nerd!gojo x fem!reader your nerdy lab partner asked you out. a/n: am i late to the party? hope not. (not proofread and all over the place... ^^; not quite contented with this but yolo)

Satoru was the best lab partner you could ask for. He knows everything but he won't hoard all of the work. He even gave you high-five once when you reached the desired result - that became a habit ever since.

You got along with him quite easily, all things considered. You thought he was unapproachable since he looked like he was always in his own world, so you were surprised he initiated a conversation on a random day after the lab ended.

You learned that he's an only child. That he loves Digimon. He's also a big fan of strawberry parfait and mochis. It makes sense how he always has a box of kikufuki mochi whenever you meet outside the campus to work on your project. (Yet you wonder why he always shares it with you.)

Now, towards the end of the semester and with the project ending, you haven't been seeing Satoru much. He even stopped hanging out on free days, ans it makes you think that your friendship with the infamous nerd ends the moment it's over; which you think makes sense because that's the only class you both share and uni friendships are temporary, anyway. Still, the moments shared will always be remembered. You were there for each other when you needed it most — even when it's literally a requirement to pass the semester, it's appreciated either way.

What you didn't know was that Satoru has been struggling to ask you out. On top of studying for the finals, he's stressing out on how to talk to you that's not class-related.

It was easy for him when you initiated it. It's a different story when it's him. He wishes he could just shove the flowers to you and call it a day. It is as if that can get the message across...

Your last meeting in the class is about to end and he still doesn't know what to do. He didn't want to send a message, it won't feel genuine.

Ah, fuck it.

"Hey," Satoru greets you as you tidy up your desk. "Uh, are you free? This weekend?"

He looked this up - 'How do you ask a girl out?' He read the results on Wikihow, Reddit, GQ, and even Quora. All these preparations, and yet his vocabulary leaves him when he's in front of her.

"Yeah. I am. Why?"

"Uh," he stutters, a blush creeping on his cheeks. "Do you want to watch the movie you've been telling me about? Think of it as a celebration for semester's end."

It was the movie you'd told him weeks ago, one you had almost forgotten about due to the nature of a busy semester.

"Just the two of us, if that's okay," the guy adds, his cheeks getting redder but his voice doesn't falter. "Like a date."

That's how Gojo Satoru settled a date with you.

Now, you're all comfortable in your seat. When you arrived, he had already bought the tickets. He also said that he waited for you to pick on the snacks. Opting on your favorite one, Satoru got a big one for the both of you to share.

Afterwards, you find yourself in the arcade. Both of you tried everything you could, from the zombie shooting game, Dance Dance Revolution, to even fighting against each other in Tekken. Despite telling him not to go easy on you, he still had to kiss you on the cheek later on for losing.

You're lying if you say you're not having fun. How can you not? He knows how to have fun.

By the end of the day, you find yourself having to carry a bag for the three plushies he won you from the claw machine.

The sun was already setting when the both of you stepped inside the train. He made sure to drop you off in front of your dorm building before walking back to his own with a smile on his face.

You played it safe and texted him half an hour later when you were sure he was in his dorm.

"Thoughts on a second date?"

The reply you received was almost instant.

"I would love nothing more."

[violetjedisylveon]

Shadowpeach Angst AU, where Macaque is worried about the future battle with heaven, and uses his Future Hearing + meditation to know all the possible futures (while Wukong + the Brotherhood watch him)...

Macaque hears NO possible future where they defeat Heaven... and in most possible futures, Macaque + Wukong lose their relationship... and in some futures, Wukong kills Macaque...

Macaque wakes up from his meditation screaming and traumatized + Wukong tries to comfort Macaque, but Macaque doesn't let Wukong touch him...

Macaque tells Wukong + the Brotherhood that there's NO future where they win, and then BEGS everyone to stop the battle against Heaven... (Macaque doesn't give them the details about Wukong's eventual betrayal)... But nobody listens, Wukong believes they can change the future...

But Macaque was so hurt + traumatized by Wukong possibly killing him, that when the Brotherhood was asleep... Macaque had left... Wukong was heartbroken, and Macaque hated himself for being a coward...

Macaque traveled the world in a disguise for years, then he meets Pigsy, and becomes MK's 'Mortal Uncle'...

When MK becomes Wukong's apprentice, Macaque gets nervous... While Wukong thinks that MK's 'Mortal Uncle' is oddly familiar... While Macaque wants to both protect MK + make sure Wukong DOESN'T learn the truth... 😅

Gay Uncle Macaque AU!

He's the cool uncle who let's the kids do things that the parents would never allow while keeping an eye on them to make sure they were still safe.

I imagine he probably met Pigsy's and Tang soon after they found MK, drawn by the energy of this kid that's very similar to his mate's. He's been living as a normal mortal monkey for centuries, traveling around like the rest of his kind after FFM was burned (he definitely went back and saved as many as he could which Wukong doesn't find out about until after the journey).

And he hears the couple struggling with the little kid when he got overwhelmed and let's himself in to help out.

They are very alarmed this strange monkey broke into their home to help with their kid, but it works?

MK is immediately calmed down by Macaque's presence as one of his own kind, being monkeys, and Macaque clocks in that this kid ain't a human kid, strips off the glamor and reveals the little monkey, much to his parents shock.

He explains to Pigsy and Tang that some monkey demon probably wasn't up to taking care of their kid, being too young, too old, injured or whatever, and wanted a better more stable life for their child than the one of a monkey demon so they disguised him and left him to whoever would take care of him.

He offers to hang around and help them get the hang of raising a monkey until the kid is old enough to glamor himself as a human for ease of getting around, they accept, all become bros.

After a certain incident involving attempted kidnapping, Macaque hides MK's celestial primate-ness and leaves him looking like just a normal monkey demon, and he can't leave the kid alone now, Macaque never ends up leaving.

He is now and forever, Cool Uncle Mac.

He's also MK's godfather in case anything happens to Pigsy and Tang, happened after the attempted kidnapping, and somehow Mei got her parents to make Mac her godfather too, nobody knows how that happened.

Back to Wukong!

Wukong was heartbroken when Macaque just disappeared, and once he's been defeated, he attributes their defeat to Macaque leaving them, weakening them by leaving them without one of their strongest fighters, and he's raging in anger for years, until the journey happens.

Tripitaka hears Wukong ranting and raving about Macaque and starts to work him through his issues, and when Wukong does tell him that macaque warned them, he sides with Macaque's choice, because Wukong literally had a person who can hear every possible future tell him his plan was going to fail, and he ignored him.

Is it any wonder that Macaque left after his warnings were ignored?

Tripitaka explains what he can guess was Macaque's reasoning behind his choice with the information he has, which Macaque obviously hears and is very appreciative for and helps him with the guilt.

Tripitaka and Macaque are cool here. They never meet but they are chill and would probably be buds. And Macaque and Tang are buds!

Because Macaque did do the right thing for himself by walking away from not the healthiest group dynamic

By the time of the show, Macaque has had his actions and feelings validated by his therapist, he and Sandy go to the same one, they are buds and hang out for tea and kitty time while Macaque fills Sandy in on all the stuff he's been missed out on with Pigsy's life.

So Macaque is a lot mentally healthier and okay with himself and his past actions.

And then Wukong shows up again.

Macaque never heard Wukong confirm any sort of closure over what he did so he is reasonably weary when the guy shows up, then he's pissed because Wukong is putting his nephew/god son in mortal danger!

He doesn't know Wukong's feelings on Liu'er Mihou enough to feel safe coming out as himself, so he only interacts with him as Macaque, MK's protective uncle/god father.

Wukong is also pretty quick to figure out MK's also a monkey demon, he doesn't exactly hide it and will drop his glamor whenever to get around easier, feet hands make climbing around the city so much easier, but he can't figure out that MK is anything more than that.

He does initially assume that MK and Mac are biologically related, but it's pretty quickly explained that no, Mac broke in and decided he was gonna live with/near them like a stray cat, he heard a baby monkey crying and monkey instincts did the rest.

Macaque is very disapproving of Wukong's leaving MK in season 2, and he, unlike Wukong, fills MK (and others) in that a demon called the Lady Bone Demon is back and she's very dangerous.

She's the one who tried to kidnap MK as a child after all, so he's super on edge for all of season 2, practically staking out MK's room every night , because he hears really bad things happening in the future and is guiding things towards the less bad stuff.

Over the years the noodle fam learned to trust his "intuition" and he's happy to have a family that trusts and listens to him.

Wukong is facing down two angry dads + a pissed off uncle at the end of season 3. He's cooked.

Thanks for asking!

[sweetheartsofpanem]

Mint and Memory - Soft Things Survive

Previous Part

not me actually doing research for this series, i literally learned sm about medicinal herbs just so i could be accurate😭 sobbing and throwing up a lil bit from the ending bc i’ve put so much of my own feelings and experiences into Y/N

warnings: refer to series masterlist

pairing(s): refer to series masterlist

word count: 3.72k

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The woods are quieter than usual today, like the breeze decided to hold its breath.

You follow just behind Katniss, watching the way she moves through the trees like she was born for it—sure-footed, quiet, eyes always scanning. The sunlight filters through the leaves, warm on your arms as you trail after her, basket in hand.

She crouches beside a patch of green near the base of an old oak. “Peppermint,” she says, running her fingers gently over the leaves. “It helps with pain and headaches. You crush it to release the oil.”

You nod, crouching beside her and mimicking the motion. “It smells… clean.”

Katniss glances at you. “You’ll get used to identifying it by scent. There’s a difference between this and spearmint. Subtle, but it matters.”

She plucks a few leaves and drops them into the basket you’re carrying. You’ve done this together enough now that there’s a rhythm—she identifies, explains, harvests, and you listen, ask questions when you’re brave enough, carry the basket like it’s a small price for her time.

“You remember what this one is?” she asks, tapping a short plant with pale purple flowers.

You frown, reaching down to brush the leaves between your fingers. “Lamb’s ear?”

She nods. “Good for wounds. Stops bleeding and helps fight infection.”

You smile faintly. “The fuzzy one. I remember because it feels like touching a cloud.”

Katniss actually cracks a smile at that. “That’s what my dad used to say.”

The mention of her father hangs in the air for a moment—soft, reverent—but she doesn’t seem to pull away from it. If anything, she seems a little more open out here, in the woods where she probably feels him most.

You walk in silence for a few minutes, stopping occasionally to harvest more herbs. You point out burdock by a streambed, and Katniss raises an eyebrow, impressed. “Not bad.”

“I’m learning from the best,” you say, only a little sarcastic.

She snorts. “Try saying that when you’ve got poison ivy in your socks.”

“I’ll just blame you,” you quip.

She gives you a look, dry and amused. “Then I’ll tell Haymitch you almost cried when you were talking to Peeta about the shoulder incident.”

You gasp in mock horror. “You wouldn’t.”

“I absolutely would.”

You shake your head, but your grin doesn’t fade. There’s something about being out here, with her, that makes things feel easier—more grounded. Like the worst parts of the world can’t quite touch you in the dappled sunlight and the smell of crushed leaves.

Katniss stops at the base of a slope and crouches beside another plant, long-stemmed with narrow leaves. “Yarrow,” she murmurs. “Another one for wounds.”

You nod, committing the name to memory. “You ever think you missed your calling as an apothecary?”

She shrugs. “If things had been different… maybe.”

You don’t say it, but you think she would’ve been good at it. She’s precise, thoughtful, always watching. The kind of person who doesn’t say much unless she means it. You trust her, even when you don’t know how to trust yourself.

Your thoughts drift to the familiar ache on your upper thighs. It’s been worse today, lingering and dull beneath the surface, tugging at your attention.

You shift your weight. “Hey… is there anything that helps with old scars aching?”

Katniss glances up at you, her eyes catching on your wrists for a second. “Scars?”

You nod. “The scars on my thighs. Some days, they just… hurt. I think it’s because they’re worse.”

She studies you for a moment, then nods. “Mint oil helps. Especially when you mix it into a balm. I can show you how.”

You blink. “Really?”

She stands, dusting off her hands. “We’ve got most of what we need already. Come on—we’ll get the rest and make it back before the heat really sets in.”

Katniss doesn’t say much as you walk, but she doesn’t need to. Her presence alone feels steadying—like being tethered to solid ground. You fall into step beside her, the basket swinging between you, filled with mint, yarrow, lamb’s ear, and a few other herbs you’ve learned to recognize by name and scent.

She points out a low-growing plant with small, round leaves. “Plantain,” she says. “Good for inflammation. We’ll use it in the base.”

You crouch to gather some, mimicking her careful fingers. “Do you just… know all of this? Like, from memory?”

“Mostly,” she says. “Some from books. But mostly from my dad.”

There’s that quiet again. Not uncomfortable, just thoughtful. You glance at her as you stand.

“I remember when he overheard my mom screaming at me once, made him promise not to tell my dad and he said he wouldn’t as long as I came to your house if it got too bad.”

You never did go to her house on the days it was worse, too scared to admit that your own mother believed you were worth nothing.

She nods, smiling softly. “He was good like that.”

You don’t say more. The weight of shared grief doesn’t need to be spoken. You both understand what it is to miss someone who made the world feel a little safer.

By the time you return to her house, the sun is higher and the air heavier. Katniss leads you into the kitchen and nods toward the sink. “Wash everything. Gently. I’ll get the supplies.”

You do as you’re told, scrubbing your hands first, then rinsing the herbs under cool water. The smell of mint hits you hard—clean and sharp, like a breath of fresh air in a stuffy room.

Katniss moves efficiently around the kitchen, pulling jars from shelves, a small pot from a cabinet, beeswax and olive oil from a basket. She doesn’t explain at first, but you don’t mind. Watching her move is its own kind of lesson.

“Here,” she says, passing you a clean towel. “Pat everything dry. We don’t want water in the balm.”

You nod, following her lead. She grates a bit of beeswax into the pot and adds oil, setting it on the stove at the lowest heat.

“When it melts, we’ll add the herbs. Let it steep.”

You blink at her. “You make this sound way too easy.”

She smirks. “It’s not hard. Just takes patience. And not setting things on fire.”

You glance at the stove with mock suspicion. “No promises.”

Katniss snorts, then gestures for you to join her. Together, you add the mint and plantain to the melted mixture, stirring slowly. The smell rises almost instantly—cool, earthy, calming.

You watch the mixture swirl in the pot. “Feels weird making something like this. Like I’m doing something good for myself.”

Katniss shrugs. “You are.”

You nod slowly, swallowing the lump that rises in your throat. “Feels… selfish, sometimes.”

Her gaze flicks toward you, sharp but not harsh. “It’s not.”

You nod again. “I know. Just… hard to undo that kind of thinking.”

Katniss says nothing for a moment, just stirs. Then she murmurs, “That kind of thinking usually isn’t yours to begin with. Someone put it there.”

You glance at her, surprised by how closely her words hit the mark.

But again, she doesn’t push. Just waits until the mixture darkens and the herbs have given everything they can, then strains it into a small jar to cool.

“Try it tonight,” she says. “Rub it into the scars. Should ease the ache.”

You study the jar before glancing over at her. “Thanks.”

She shrugs. “You helped make it.”

You offer a small smile. “Still. You didn’t have to.”

The balm cools on the counter, its soft, pale green surface gleaming under the kitchen light. You and Katniss leave it there while she heats water for tea, and you both settle at the table. There’s something easy in the air now, like the stillness after rain.

Peeta arrives first, his boots scuffing the porch before the door creaks open.

“Smells good in here,” he says, brushing dirt off his hands as he walks in. “Mint?”

“Homemade balm,” Katniss says without looking up. “For her scars.”

Peeta’s eyes flick to you, gentle and curious. “They hurting again?”

You nod, but it doesn’t feel as vulnerable saying it this time. “A little. It’s worse when the weather shifts.”

“Didn’t know you were getting into medicine now,” he says, nudging your shoulder lightly as he passes to grab a cup. “You’re gonna put me out of a job.”

You snort. “Pretty sure baking and balm-making are two separate industries.”

Peeta shrugs. “Still. You’re on thin ice.”

Katniss rolls her eyes. “You’ll live.”

You sip the tea Katniss slides in front of you, watching the way they bicker softly, the way the edges of your own defenses seem to dissolve in this space. It’s strange—how comfortable it’s starting to feel. How much you’ve grown to rely on these moments, even if you still doubt them on bad days.

The door creaks open again.

“God,” Haymitch calls from the doorway. “The smell in here’s like a damn apothecary and a bakery got in a fight.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Peeta calls back without turning around.

Haymitch steps into the kitchen, flask already in hand, and eyes the jar on the counter. “What’s this? Secret potion? Love spell? Poison?”

“Balm,” Katniss says flatly.

“For her,” Peeta adds, nodding toward you.

Haymitch squints. “You’ve gone fully domestic, haven’t you?”

You sip your tea innocently. “Just wait ‘til I start knitting.”

“I’ll burn the place down,” Haymitch mutters, sliding into the chair next to you.

Katniss raises an eyebrow. “Thought you were all about chaos.”

“Chaos, sure,” he says, “but not decorative yarn chaos.”

You laugh under your breath, and Peeta sets down a small bowl of berries from the garden—strawberries, blackberries, and a few wild ones you can’t name.

“Thought these might go well with the tea,” he says, sliding them to the center of the table.

“Perfect,” Katniss murmurs, already reaching for one.

You follow suit, plucking a particularly ripe-looking strawberry and popping it into your mouth. The sweetness hits instantly, and you hum in approval.

Haymitch watches the exchange with a smirk. “You two having another one of your bonding tea parties?”

“Jealous?” you shoot back, licking a bit of juice from your thumb.

“Deeply,” he deadpans.

Peeta chuckles and leans back in his chair, brushing a smear of dirt from his shirt. “I think he’s just upset you don’t invite him to herb lessons.”

Haymitch scoffs. “Yeah, no. I don’t care about flowers and leaves.”

You snort, picking out another berry. “You know, you say that, but I bet you’d actually love it. Bet you’ve got a soft spot for chamomile.”

Haymitch raises his flask slightly in mock salute. “Only if it’s steeped in something stronger.”

“Does everything have to be alcohol with you?” Katniss mutters, though there’s no real heat behind it.

“It’s a hobby,” he says, then glances at you. “Like your sudden obsession with plants. You start naming weeds in your sleep yet?”

You shrug. “Only the deadly ones.”

“That’s my girl,” Haymitch grins.

The words settle strangely in your chest—unexpectedly warm. Your gaze flickers to him, but he’s already stealing a berry from the bowl, his face the picture of innocence.

Katniss watches the exchange silently, something unreadable in her expression. She doesn’t say anything, just shifts slightly to rest her elbow on the table, chin in her hand.

“I still can’t get over using mint for the balm,” you say, turning back to her. “I thought it was just for tea.”

“It’s one of the best herbs for soothing inflammation,” she says. “My dad used it for burns and joint aches. I figured it couldn’t hurt to try.”

Haymitch squints at you. “Wait, is that what you two were doing earlier? Frolicking through the woods like little apothecaries?”

Katniss doesn’t even blink. “Yes. We frolicked.”

“Braided each other’s hair too, I bet.”

“Peeta braided mine once,” you offer with a grin.

“That was one time,” Peeta says, hands raised. “And you asked.”

“You did a good job,” you say sweetly, turning to Katniss. “He’s got gentle hands.”

Katniss snorts into her tea. “That’s the nicest insult I’ve ever heard.”

Peeta only rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling.

You lean back in your chair, letting the chatter fade around you for a moment. It’s easy here—too easy, some quiet part of your brain whispers. The kind of easy that makes you nervous. Like the second you stop guarding it, it’ll slip away.

You shake the thought loose.

“Alright,” you say, grabbing another berry. “Who wants to learn the difference between yarrow and poison hemlock?”

Haymitch makes a face. “Why the hell would I want to know that?”

You pop the berry into your mouth. “So you don’t die, for starters.”

Katniss nods sagely. “Important life skill.”

Peeta nudges the bowl toward Haymitch. “We’ll make you a study guide.”

“Make me a drink instead.”

You roll your eyes. “That’s already your solution to everything.”

“Exactly. Why fix what’s not broken?”

“Fine,” you say, leaning your elbows on the table. “But if you keel over from picking the wrong plant, I’m not carrying you home.”

“Good,” Haymitch mutters.

Peeta chuckles. “We’ll just wheel him back in the wheelbarrow.”

Haymitch lifts an eyebrow at you. “See what you’ve done? Got the boy thinking he’s funny.”

“I’ve always been funny,” Peeta argues lightly, wiping his hands on a cloth.

Katniss tilts her head. “In a very polite, bakery-adjacent way.”

Peeta gasps, mock offended. “I take that as the highest compliment.”

You shake your head, laughter bubbling in your chest before you can stop it.

Katniss stands and stretches, her arms arching overhead as she steps out into the small patch of sunlight spilling through the open kitchen window. “I need to check on the herbs I’m drying upstairs,” she says. “Y/N, you still want that lesson on storing them?”

You blink, surprised but pleased. “Yeah. If you don’t mind.”

She nods and gestures for you to follow. As you push up from your chair, Haymitch leans back and rests his hands behind his head.

“Don’t let her teach you too much,” he says lazily. “Next thing I know you’ll be growing roots.”

Peeta grins as you trail Katniss into the living room. “Try not to get recruited into her herb cult,” he calls after you.

“No promises,” you call back, and Katniss just shakes her head without turning around.

The upstairs of their house is quiet, filled with the scent of drying herbs and something faintly sweet—lavender, maybe, or thyme. You trail behind Katniss as she moves toward a table near the window, where bundles of plants are tied and hung with careful precision.

“I forgot how peaceful it is here,” you say softly, fingers brushing the dried edge of a sprig of mint. “Everything in District 13 felt… clinical.”

Katniss hums. “Yeah. That place didn’t know what to do with quiet.”

She sits on the edge of the table and begins carefully sorting through a pile of dried leaves. “This one,” she says, holding up a small, curled plant, “you’ll want to keep sealed tight. It loses strength fast.”

You nod, absorbing her instructions more easily than you expect to. Something about Katniss’ voice when she’s teaching—steady, calm—makes it easier to focus.

She glances at you after a moment. “You really like this stuff, don’t you?”

You nod. “It reminds me of my dad. He used to point out plants to me when I was little. I don’t remember much, but… I remember how his voice sounded when he talked about them. Like he was telling me something sacred.”

Katniss is quiet for a long beat. Then she says, without looking up, “I remember that too. Your dad used to bring my dad these weird root clippings to mess around with. They’d argue about the best way to boil pine bark for hours.”

You smile faintly. “That sounds right.”

There’s a long, comfortable silence before Katniss adds, “He was a good man. Kind.”

Your throat tightens. “He was.”

“You’re like him,” she says, and it’s not soft, exactly, but it’s genuine.

You blink down at the table, something in you cracking just a little. Not in a bad way. Just enough to let some light in.

“I hope so,” you say quietly.

Katniss doesn’t respond. She just keeps working, methodical and calm.

After a while, she tosses you a bundle of yarrow and tells you to get to work.

You start mimicking Katniss’ motions—careful, deliberate, though your hands are slower. She doesn’t correct you unless she has to, and when she does, it’s brief, straightforward. No judgment, just facts.

“You’re better at this than you think,” she says after a moment, not looking up from her own bundle.

You glance at her, surprised. “You don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not,” she replies, tying off a bundle of mint with practiced ease. “If I didn’t think you could handle it, I wouldn’t waste my time.”

That makes you smile. It’s the Katniss version of a compliment—half a threat, half encouragement. Somehow it means more than anything softer.

You both finish what you’re working on, the quiet not awkward but settled, like a breath held steady.

She stands, brushing plant dust off her hands. “Come on,” she says. “If we leave Haymitch and Peeta alone too long, they’ll start debating which one of them is the real culinary genius.”

You snort. “Spoiler: it’s neither.”

Katniss lets out a low, amused breath and leads the way back down the stairs.

The stairs creak as you and Katniss descend, the scent of mint still clinging to your fingers. You step into the living room to find Peeta now sitting cross-legged on the rug, sketching something in a small notebook. Haymitch is in your usual chair, looking far too comfortable and vaguely smug.

“Look who survived botany boot camp,” Haymitch says, tipping his flask in your direction.

“We made a potion up there,” you reply, brushing a stray leaf from your shirt. “Might use it to poison you.”

Katniss grabs a berry from the bowl on the coffee table and pops it into her mouth, eyeing the both of them. “You two need hobbies.”

“This is my hobby,” Peeta says, tapping the edge of his drawing. “And baking.”

“Annoying me is his hobby,” Haymitch mutters.

You snort and settle on the floor near Peeta, peering over at his sketch. It’s not quite finished—some kind of plant, delicate lines shading in the leaves. Your stomach twists with something you can’t quite name. He’s always creating. Always turning something small into something beautiful.

“You drew that from memory?” you ask.

Peeta shrugs, almost sheepish. “I liked the way the light hit it earlier. Figured I’d try to keep it.”

Katniss sits close to him, cross-legged like she’s preparing for a strategy meeting. “You should show her the ones you’ve been hiding.”

Peeta stiffens, but only slightly. “They’re not finished.”

“They’re better than finished,” Katniss replies.

You glance between them. “What’s this?”

Peeta hesitates, then flips a few pages ahead and tilts the notebook so you can see. Your breath catches.

It’s… you.

Not just one drawing, but small moments. You, sitting on the porch with a blanket over your knees. You, holding a mug of tea and staring out the window. You, asleep with your head tipped against the couch.

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

“They’re not all great,” Peeta says quickly. “Just… I draw what feels quiet. That’s all.”

You swallow thickly, your eyes still on the page. “I didn’t know I looked like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like… someone worth seeing.”

Peeta doesn’t respond, just gives you a small, steady smile.

Haymitch clears his throat loudly, and you glance over to see him watching with a slightly uncomfortable expression.

“If we’re done with the sap,” he says, “someone pass the damn berries.”

Katniss tosses him one without warning, and it hits him square in the chest. You burst out laughing as he fumbles to catch it before it rolls off his lap.

“Violence,” he mutters. “Always with the violence.”

Katniss tosses another berry at Haymitch, this one intentionally softer, and Peeta catches her hand before she can reach for more.

“Alright, that’s enough aggression for one night,” he says, his voice light but fond. He pulls her hand toward him, brushing his lips over her knuckles in a gesture so easy, so instinctive, it makes something in your chest tug.

Katniss rolls her eyes, but her mouth twitches at the corners. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet you’re still here,” he murmurs, and she doesn’t argue. She just leans against him slightly, her shoulder bumping his as she steals a berry from his hand without looking.

It’s not overly romantic. It’s not flashy or dramatic. It’s just… soft. Natural. Familiar.

You watch them for a moment longer than you mean to, that quiet warmth from earlier starting to turn bittersweet.

It must be nice, you think, to have that. Something steady. Someone who sees all your sharp edges and doesn’t flinch. Someone who chooses you even when it’s inconvenient.

For a second, you let yourself imagine it. What it would feel like to be touched like that—to be held like you’re worth holding. To be loved like it’s not a risk.

But then the thought slips, and another voice takes its place. A cruel one. Familiar.

The only people stupid enough to love you are already dead.

It’s your mother’s voice, cold and matter-of-fact, slicing through the quiet of the room like broken glass.

Your stomach knots.

You glance down at your hands in your lap, suddenly hyper-aware of how out of place they look here—how out of place you look, surrounded by people who belong to each other in ways you don’t.

You press your fingernails into your palm, grounding yourself in the sting.

Don’t spiral, you tell yourself. Not here. Not now.

You manage a soft smile when Peeta glances your way, and he doesn’t question it. Just offers you another berry from the bowl, like nothing’s wrong. Like you aren’t fighting a war with your own mind.

You take it.

Because for now, pretending is easier than explaining.

Next Part

[doodler16]

I'm not sure if there is a tag or search or maybe you already made a post like this, but could I request a listing or basic summary of all the leaks so far that you know of? Apologies if it is a big ask, but thank you so much for your posts either way, I love to read your takes/critiques!

Many critics, antis, and fans (including me) use the #hazbin hotel leaks tag to discuss said leaks or post fanart. Either way, I don’t mind giving you a summary of what happened. Strap in Anon, it’s going to be a long post and crazy things happen. Thanks for the compliment! The Heaven court episode is the only one that was fully leaked successfully. The rest of the episodes that did get leaked are scattered.

Heaven court Trial:

The scene starts off immediately where we left off from season 1 finale. Heaven court being hectic as Sir Pentious, a sinner is now in Heaven. Emily is trying to calm everyone down, Sera being pissed (at first), and some angels are freaking out.

Our boy, Sir Pentious is in chains, freaking out. Sera repeatedly ask where Sir Pentious came from, Emily telling Sera to calm down, and Sera is like: “we gotta get the bottom of this.”

We the audience are introduced to the speaker of god, the only person who doesn’t treat Sir Pentious like shit and allows him to speak his truth. We get Sir Pentious human backstory (prepared to be disappointed guys). It’s London 1800s: Sir Pentious is a hermit, didn’t have any friends, and watches everyone do their thing from a distance because he found their lives interesting. Until one day a scary man named Jack the Ripper came, killed a woman.

Abel and Saint Peter are there and add the most useless commentary ever. Sir Pentious wanted to do something about it but couldn’t.. he was scared and also Jack was a man of power. Jack the Ripper continued to do his killing women spree. 🤬 How dare Sir Pentious watch from the sidelines and not report it immediately and that’s why he went to hell, Anon.

The speaker of god asks him why he is here. Sir Pentious continues to explain that he was helping his friends and Cherri Bomb. The speaker of god praises Sir Pentious for his bravery and that’s why he’s in Heaven. Sera finally has an epiphany that Sir Pentious was… redeemed (crazy).

Lute is the only person who doesn’t believe Sir Pentious and tries to sway Sera to be on her side. Lute gives herself the title of “head of exorcist” which confuses the Speaker of God, who has no idea what that is but instead Abel reveals that he is the “head of exorcists.” Emily backs up him saying that Abel is Adam’s son and believes he would handle this situation fairly.

Saint Peter unironically dunks on Lute (take that as you will) causing Lute to throw her sword at him but misses. Lute freak outs and says how destructive and dangerous Hell is. Lute is like “we have to fight back, we can’t just pussy out.” Lute is literally having a mental breakdown and meltdown. She is legit ripping her hair off and everything. Nobody tries to calm her down. Sera stops her as Lute is being disrespectful to the Speaker of God.

Sera puts her foot down and says she doesn’t want blood on her hands. She tells Emily to tend to Sir Pentious and briefly talks to Abel about his father’s death and the next step. Everyone leaves except the Speaker of God and Sera. Sera is left conflicted by today’s event and ask the Speaker of God what to do.

They sing about it, yada yada.. Sera for some reason paints Hell as “poor souls” and calling them “sons and daughters.” I will admit the Speaker of the god in the beginning of the song says a bunch of nothing but near the end of the song says that Sera made choices by other people’s voices (Adam), how Sera can’t hide, can only atone, and that Sera should make her own choices.

Lute is still is pissed about what happened earlier and damages a wall.. until she sees a familiar face. It’s Adam (except it’s her imagination, bro lives rent free). She follows “Adam” into a room and she rants about what happened. “Adam” convinces her to go to Hell and get revenge and they have a fire duet song.

It’s basically Lute being unhinged and planning for Hell’s downfall. Lute smashes shit too, leaving a big mess. Abel enters the room to get his dad guitar but immediately leaves when he sees Lute being unhinged. The next scene is Emily trying to cheer up Sir Pentious but fails as he misses his egg bois and “friends.”

Emily proceeds to sing to Sir Pentious that he will love it in Heaven, tells him that Sir Pentious is unique and like nobody else. In the background, Sir Pentious gathers materials to try to get back to Hell. Abel and Saint Peter are in the song.

Sir Pentious builds his machine to get back to hell but fails. Emily tells Sir Pentious that he isn’t able to leave causing Pentious to freak out while Abel, Emily, and Saint Peter sing in the background. Sir Pentious tries to kill himself with a gun but confetti comes out. And, Emily finally realizes that Sir Pentious isn’t doing fine.

Emily “surprises” Sir Pentious with a creepy drawing of the Hazbin squad but hey it’s the thought that counts. He appreciates the thought and Emily summons Heaven Egg bois for Sir Pentious which makes him feel a bit better.

Sera summons Saint Peter and Abel for meeting regarding what the next step is. Abel is useless and as for Saint Peter, I don’t know why Sera invited him as he literally the gatekeeper. Sera dismisses them both and Abel gives her words of encouragement. Sera, ultimately decides to temporarily close off Heaven and she announces that to Heaven residents.

Emily is still with Sir Pentious but leaves, realizing she should update Charlie. Sir Pentious wants to join but Emily already dips. He is left cuddling and I believe he is crying with the Heaven version of the egg bois.

Alastor/Rosie:

The episode basically starts with Alastor in his room, he’s drinking and stitching himself together since he got his ass whooped by Adam. Alastor walks into the room where Lucifer, Cherri, and Angel Dust are chilling.

Lucifer being the opportunistic person that he is bullies Alastor for 1-2 minutes for getting his ass handed to him, how he was no where in the battle, and basically how useless Alastor is. All while having an unnecessary, awkward side conversation with Angel Dust; making Angel Dust confused.

This escalates into Alastor actually quitting (even though he barely contributed much to the hotel but whatever), obviously Lucifer takes much pride in this and is extremely smug. Dude literally calls him Bambi (the radioapple shippers are going to love this 😂). Alastor leaves and he messes with Lucifer’s drink.

Alastor immediately goes to his master, I mean his homie Rosie for an unexpected visit at her euphonium. She’s surprised he came and Alastor informs her that he quits. Bro is tired of the singing and crying (I’m serious, that’s literally what he said). Alastor continues by telling Rosie that they aren’t closer to their goal/plan.

Alastor is still pissed and salty that he lost against Adam. Rosie is like: “Erm what did you expect.. he’s an archangel.” He gets stopped by Rosie who illustrates her dominance, reminding Alastor of his human life and despite Alastor’s annoyance she tells the tale. In short, Alastor as a human is basically him being a petty loser and an attention whore similarly to season 1.

Alastor’s “backstory” wasn’t even a backstory it was a montage. It shows a montage of Alastor as a human being a charming individual (chilling with my girl, Mimzy and hanging out with radio hosts). Then showing some dude spilling wine on Alastor by accident without noticing so Alastor killed him. After that Alastor is in his house doing voodoo and summons Rosie.

He successfully summons her and being the loser that he is, cheats his way to becoming an overlord, he gets all this cool powers and abilities because of Rosie. That aside, Alastor was like: “I know a mortal like me is going to hell and I want to continue my fun.” Obviously, this came with a price and Rosie took advantage of that is like: “Broski, you gonna have do something to for me and when that time comes, I will reward you.” Yada, yada.

The way Vivziepop and the writers executed his death was anticlimactic (animation wise) like Rosie said. But basically, while Alastor was the middle of dragging someone in the woods, the hunters mistaken him for a deer because of the tree branches. Thus Alastor officially died and went hell. Obviously, Vivziepop didn’t show Alastor getting his ugly ass hair cut.

It cuts immediately back to Rosie and Alastor 😂. Alastor is still pissed and like: “you promised me power and I’m now lacking!” And this is where the infamous Rosie/Alastor duet song comes into play. 💀 Rosie calls Alastor (actually black man who is mixed creole) her pet, told him to roll and fetch, sit and stay, and finally said that Alastor is in her zoo.

Charlie and Niffty vs the Vees & Co:

The scene opens with Charlie organizing her outfit and hair, talking to Vaggie regarding the Vees. Vaggie being the voice of reason, begs and wants not only Charlie to stay at the hotel (mainly with her) but tells her girlfriend that the Vees won’t listen. Charlie still goes anyway, insisting on setting the record straight about the Vees lying about her and the hotel.

Charlie leaves with Niffty and kisses Vaggie on the cheek (reminding anyone who forgot they are indeed girlfriends). Niffty and Charlie go to the Vees’ broadcast studio, Charlie is pumping herself up while asking Niffty if she got the sign ready (sign in question basically says that Vox/Vees are liars).

Velvette and Katie enter the scene, Charlie is upset at her and telling what they (Vees) did is fucked up. Velvette immediately brushes her off and lets Katie deal with Charlie. Katie and Charlie do their interview and it’s pretty dogshit.

In Katie and Charlie’s interview, similar to season 1 Charlie still has no backbone and consistently sugar coats her words when Katie is up her ass. Katie is briefly homophobic to Charlie and similarly to Moxxie corrects that she is bisexual (no one will remember this 😂). Katie also mentions that she wants Vox to bend her after Charlie said they are bending the truth.

Vox Being Dramatic:

(Vox’s leaks most likely are related to lying about the hotel but I’m putting it in a separate section).

Anyway, Vox monologues briefly about Lilith: how she empowered Hell with her voice and her disappearance. In another scene, Vox kicks Tom Trench and grabs his microphone. He’s very dramatic about it.

Bonus Leaked Images:

- Vox on top of Valentino (being freaky).

- Vox with a tied up Alastor.

- Vox looking scared and his hand is malfunctioning.

- Vox on the big screen mocking Alastor while he is tied up.

- Reference sheet and image of Angel Dust getting hypothesized and also tied up.

- Niffty stabbing someone.

- Reference sheet of Alastor tied up with a led mask that shows his true expressions (frowning).

- Image of Charlie and Angel Dust in a dress.

- Reference sheet of human Alastor.

- Reference sheet of Alastor in cannibal colony outfit.

- Reference sheet of Alastor with his scar from Adam in season 1, episode 8.

- Reference sheet of the background winners from Heaven.

- Charlie looking pissed and an exorcist is behind her.

- An unconscious Lucifer with (most likely) Charlie standing there.

- The Hazbin Hotel squad and other sinners having an anime/chibi vibe, more specifically them in kimonos.

- Reference sheet of Valentino with a new outfit.

Sorry if I went overboard with the summary.

[pynkhues]

Okay apparently there was a whole thing last year of someone talked to Chris Stack after seeing him Stereophonic and he said he was invited to film IWTV s3 in April, but he couldn't because of another project, which we now know is Stereophonic's West End run beginning in May. So multiple thoughts. For one, that seems to confirm at least some Nola flashbacks, since I doubt they'd only film one or two and have him be in one, though of course anything's possible. I figured there would be Nola flashbacks but it's cool to have some strong suggestion that there might be several. And maybe now he can do it! Since the filming would be happening when the show is running rather than in rehearsals. I also wonder if filming was initially supposed to BEGIN in April, or if it was beginning earlier and he was just being brought in in April? Maybe it suggests filming was supposed to start earlier, since if they film the episodes in order, you'd think Nola flashbacks might be in the second half of the season, at least. Plus there was what that person told you about Sam being on call to start filming by February, though I wonder if that was definitely to start filming or that he was on call to work on other things. If they were supposed to start filming in April, then April to June is not a big shooting difference. Though I guess even Feb 1 to early or mid-June isn't a HUGE difference, it's four months, so...who knows! And of course we don't REALLY know how long it takes them to make the show, they've never had a "normal" production season, so that doesn't tell us that much. Hmm.

That's super interesting about Chris Stack, anon, and if it's true, definitely seems to imply that there are going to be a few NOLA flashbacks, which deeeelights me, haha.

I actually don't think the person I know was wrong? I deleted my original post about it for y'know. Reasons. But the producer I know had spoken to his Aus agent, who said Sam wouldn't be available due to IWTV from end of Jan/the start of Feb at the latest, which - given it seems like he's been in America since the first week of Feb recording and rehearsing - has been true? I think I might have misinterpreted that (full disclaimer!), to be about filming, but that could be a Sophie Fuck Up as opposed to the person I know being wrong, because they were asking in the context of his schedule to film something else, not to know the schedule for the show.

But yeah! I guess we'll find out soon enough given April's literally tomorrow, haha.

[osterby]

The thing, Anon, is that you can actually tell. You think you can tell, but what you actually see is how well a scene is written and if it aligns with your own experiences or not (which is what I was getting at in the comments with my jab about research).

When a scene is well written and realistically reflects your experiences, that does not mean the author is using their personal experiences as a reference, it means they're good at writing. As a reader, you cannot tell if they asked someone on a forum, studied and extrapolated from diagrams, copied other well written scenes, or are good at putting their own experiences into words. All you can tell is that the scene *works*.

Same with something badly written, all that means is that they're not so great at writing. They could be failing to put their vast experience into words, or they could have fallen down on the research end, but it's writing skill, not personal experience, that makes the scene not work.

Any good writer can do the right research and write something absolutely indistinguishable from good writing that draws from personal experience.

And any bad writer can screw up explaining their own personal experience so badly that they sound like an alien who has never seen a human body.

And then the confirmation bias hits and you assume that the well researched fic is proof of the author's experience, and the badly written fic is proof the author's a virgin, and you think you see a pattern that doesn't exist.

And that's before we get to "yes I know a penis can't do that but I think it'd be cool if it did", which can be both well and poorly written. And before we get to "*yours* might not do that, but that's a you problem and mine does that all the time", which, again, can be well or poorly written.

And you say that violence is held to a different standard, but most of us have had some kind of injury or illness we can extrapolate from, not to mention that surgeons read fic, too.

I do my research and make sure I get the liver in the right place when I'm writing gore, because fellow gore fans tend to care enough about gore that it matters to them if I got it wrong. It doesn't matter that I'm not a surgeon and I know where the liver is from a diagram rather than from literally seeing the thing during a surgery. But it does matter that my fic is coherent to anyone who has thought about where one keeps one's liver.

I think I've finally been able to put into words why the "who cares if a fic writer has had sex or not? People who haven't killed anyone can write about murder" logic bothers me.

Preface before people misunderstand: I'm not saying the sexually inexperienced can't write smut or anything like that. I just think having relevant experience makes the scenes easier to write and feel more natural to express.

But anyway, it's fair to say the majority of the population has had sex at some point in their lives. Unless the smut is VERRRY out there with the body parts/kinks/sex pollen/etc., it's easy for readers to compare the sex scene on the page to their own experiences. Moreso, I would argue, than they do in video porn. They can quickly tell if something described would be uncomfortable/unpleasant/unrealistic to do in real life. Most people have not committed murder. It's easier to suspend belief on the finer details of killing someone unless they have relevant experience (as a medical professional or whatever) to the contrary.

The difference has less to do with what the writer knows/can infer and more to do with what the readers know/bring to the table. Reading is ultimately a way of interacting with the writing, after all.

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True, but I also wouldn't underestimate how much realistic sex can sound unrealistic just because people differ so much.

The things that jump out are often just cliches of a given writing community that are written by both the experienced and inexperienced but that are anomalous if you're used to different cliches.

Cf. every discussion of "Okay, but does the jizz actually feel warmer?"

[quillkiller]

we as a society really need to get into the torrid awful years long harry/hermione affair that started with them stumbling into bed together during the horcrux hunt when ron left. btw