#i went into it completely blind - literally the only thing i knew about it was that your hat companion is named ezlo

[butch-muppet]

im playing the minish cap for the first time and the fire cave dungeon was Not made with ppl like me in mind lmao i have absolutely zero patience for the part where you have to flip the moving stones with the cane of pacci so i keep falling into the lava

[remlionheart]

⟡˙⋆ MDNI ⋆˙⟡

Teacher's Pet

♡༊·˚ the second installment in my euphoria x jjk drabbles. this takes place where megumi's left off, but it's still a standalone fic so it's not necessary to read both parts if u don't want to ♡ tw for drug use and slight coercion. gojo x shy fem!reader. 𐙚 praise kink girlies who have ever dreamt of an authority figure having their way with you - hi, hello, welcome, enjoy your stay 𐙚 your former teacher's house was a place where anything and everything happened. a place people came to let go of their responsibilities and lose themselves for the night. there was only one rule: no one was allowed to step foot in his bedroom... shout out to the loml @bratbby333 for literally being gojo. 3.9k words. porn with a plot. lemme know whatcha think, luv u ♡༊·˚

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Satoru Gojo had never been the most morally sound, neither in his personal or professional life. There were many things he was willing to turn a convenient blind eye to, secrets he was willing to keep in order to protect himself and those he deemed valuable enough. In a world predominantly made up of black and white, he was the condemning shade of silver that connected the two. Always towing the line but never really committing to either side.

With the amount of wealth and status he possessed, there was hardly anything he couldn't have - not a person or a drug or material object that was off limits to him. The entire world had always bent to his will, and he intended on keeping it that way.

His footsteps were heavy as he maneuvered through the crowd of sorcerers that were scattered about his living room.

Every weekend was the same, a hazy blend of laughter and smoke and blue lights. Girls snorting coke off of his marble countertops and couples fucking in the pool, not caring at all who saw. It was the place that people wandered to when they needed to let go of their inhibitions for the night and succumb to their own vices. "Gojo's house of debauchery" as Megumi would so endearingly name it.

He tilted back the rest of his drink while he made his way upstairs, pleased with the way bodies parted for him without him having to say a word. He was imperious, subconsciously operating with an effortlessly powerful presence anywhere he went, but especially within the domain of his lofty penthouse.

He came to an abrupt pause, noticing the door of his bedroom was cracked open. There were hardly any rules when it came to his Saturday night depravities, but the one thing that everyone knew was to not step foot into his room.

His jaw clenched, grabbing onto the door handle with every intention of having to drag someone out when the tension in his shoulders suddenly settled. A small smirk crept across his face as he closed the door behind him, his annoyance completely overruled by a new sense of perverse curiosity as he noted the way his sheets hugged the side of your hip.

"You lost sweetheart?"

Your eyes snapped open when you heard the click of the lock, your mind was racing trying to piece together where you were. You'd taken at least 4 shots too many before you'd stumbled upstairs.

The last thing you remembered was searching for a bathroom, barely being able to push your way through the crowd when Nobara noticed you. "You don't look too good," she had shouted over the music, "here, follow me." She'd forced you to drink some water while you peed and then guided you to the connecting bedroom. "You need to lay down for a little bit, 'kay?" It was the last thing you had heard before your head hit the pillow and your surroundings finally stopped spinning. You'd assumed that she'd taken you to one of his many guestrooms, but no, in her own drunken haze, she'd managed to leave you in his bed.

"Gojo-sensei," you immediately grimaced at your own formality, scrambling to correct yourself while you rolled over to face him. "I - mean, Gojo." Satoru? No, definitely not. You shook your head at the thought. "I'm sorry, let me just grab my stuff and -"

His smirk only grew at your hesitation though, a slight laugh leaving his lips as he waved a dismissive hand and took a seat on the edge of the bed next to you. "You're already here. Stay."

Your body froze when you met his stare, the low glow from the red light above his headboard emphasizing the sharpness of his face. You were surprised he even recognized you considering you hadn't seen him since graduation. Out of all of his former first-years who would so frequently pass out after overindulging, you had never been one of them.

Never, until now.

His eyes drifted along your silhouette, noting the curves that had replaced your once slender frame. The maturity that had stolen your timid teenage smile. You’d always piqued his interest, but you were now piquing something much more sinister inside him as he continued to look you up and down.

"This is new for you, hm?" He asked, looping a slender finger under his blindfold before pulling it down. "I mean, you were always a good girl, right?" Your heart stuttered in your chest when your stare caught his fully. An impossible shade of cerulean gazing back at you through thick lashes. "A bit shy from what I remember."

You shrugged, thankful for the way the lighting was covering up the heat that had migrated to your cheeks. You were better off than you were 2 hours ago but you still weren't as coherent as you should be, especially for this situation. "I was a kid back then." You finally managed.

"Seems like you're still one seeing as you couldn't handle a few shots without needing to lay down." His tone was more amused than it was scolding. "Look, it’s all about balance. If you're drinking or taking more downers than you're used to, you need an upper to counter it."

It almost felt like you were back in his classroom listening to one of his lectures, only the lesson he was about to teach you was definitely not Jujutsu High approved. He leaned over, grabbing a black Versace box from his nightstand. "If you're ever bordering on the verge of blacking out, the quickest way to regain your composure is this."

You watched him pull out a bag of white powder along with a dainty, almost doll-sized spoon, scooping out a bump before holding it to the left side of his nose while another finger covered the right. His pupils bloomed as he inhaled, letting the drug enter into his system with ease. "Come here." He instructed. 

You leaned toward him, it was almost muscle memory the way your mind and body both followed his directions with such blind obedience. A slight grin pulled at the corner of his lips as he brought another spoonful up to your face, his free hand closing one side of your nose for you. “Take a deep breath f’me.” He gave you a low nod as you complied without a second thought. “There you go, just like that.” 

Your jaw tightened, an odd sense of clarity washing over you when you looked back at him this time. The coke had managed to reel you back in, neutralizing at least some of the alcohol in your system as your body buzzed from the stimulants. Reality suddenly had a stronghold over you, reminding you that you weren’t just in your former teacher’s bed, but you were in it with him while he spoonfed you drugs.  

“Better?” he asked, cocking his head at you with the same smirk.

All you could do was nod, gradually coming to terms with the fact that you were powerless to the two opposing substances that were now working within you. Your heart rate was slowed by the alcohol but accelerated by the coke, neither one of them necessarily overpowering the other. They were instead coming in waves, almost taking turns as they flooded your thoughts and calmed your nerves. Gojo-sensei was always right, but you never imagined this would be something you’d learn from him. 

“A lot better.” You admitted, watching him set the box on the nightstand, wondering if the way he left the bag inside of it open was intentional or not. 

“Good.” He pulled at his tie, loosening it around his neck as he stripped out of his black blazer leaving him in just a white button up. “What were you doing here tonight anyway?”

Your mouth opened and then closed as you met his stare again. There was no subtle way to admit that you were still recovering from your latest breakup. That you’d come out tonight in a sad attempt to maybe, accidentally run into him.

“Oh, god,” he groaned, reading like you a fucking book. “Please don’t tell me you came here to get Takuma's attention.”

Your pupils dilated for an assortment of reasons, embarrassment churning in your stomach as you shook your head in denial. “What? No, I just wanted to get out for a few and -"

“Bullshit.” Despite the sharp edge in his tone, he was still wearing the same coy smile, his leg lightly grazing yours as he positioned himself closer to you. “You always had a thing for him. I remember the way you used to follow him around the hall like a lost puppy.” 

“That was years ago.” You countered, trying to process the fact that he’d watched you that carefully. 

“But you did, didn’t you?” His hand reached up, his slender fingers gently tangling into your hair, his voice dropping down to a pointed whisper. "I even heard you wanted him to be your first."

Your heart was racing, but it suddenly had nothing to do with the coke. Gojo-sensei had never been the most professional teacher. He was always joking with his students. Always getting into gossip that had absolutely nothing to do with him, but you never thought that his interest in his student's personal affairs extended to you considering you hardly ever had anything noteworthy going on. You sat in the back of the class. You barely spoke to anyone. You were a wallflower from hell. The fact that he remembered your crush on Ino was astonishing. The fact that he knew you wanted Ino to be your first was insanity.

His hand was still attentively drifting across the back of your neck, light fingertips gliding across your skin while his eyes roamed along your lips. You were forgetting how to breathe between the way he was looking at you and the sudden realizations that you were quickly having to come to terms with.

"You didn't actually let him take your virginity, did you?" His tone was dripping with taunting curiosity.

"He -" you faltered as his palm met the small of your back, the oxygen all but gone from the room. "He was my...first and...." You nearly choked on your own honesty, your face matching the deep red lights decorating his wall. "...only."

Satoru's body stilled, an incredulous look taking over his face before a vicious laugh erupted from him. "You're joking. So, have you ever cum then? Like, even just by yourself?”

"Of course I have." Your response was immediate. Almost too defensive to be true. "Plenty of times." You tacked on, which only made it worse.

You froze as his grip found its way around your waist, his fingertips lightly digging into your skin. "Show me then." he challenged.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode. His touch equal parts tantalizing and intimidating the closer he got to you, his hand cradled your jawline, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. "Show me how you make yourself cum when no one's around."

Your breathing came to a complete stop when he closed the already small gap between you, his hand gliding down your neck as his tongue parted your lips. His body was warm and inviting, pressing against yours with ease. "Let me see it," he continued, slipping the straps of your tank-top down your shoulders.

You were stuck somewhere between the desperate desire to pull him closer and a nagging sense of insecurity that you couldn't shake no matter how hard you tried. You weren't stupid, you knew that he was much more experienced than you. He'd probably been with plenty of beautiful women who had given him more of a show than you felt capable of giving.

He pulled away slightly, picking up on your apprehension as his eyes met yours again. "You wanna be here, right?"

You nodded back at him, an aching feeling building between your legs at how dominant yet unexpectedly gentle he was being with you. "I do, I just -" You felt your jaw clench, the coke mixing with your self-doubt causing your body to tighten up even though it was the last thing you wanted it to do. "My head is just kind of everywhere right now." You admitted sheepishly.

"Here," He shot you a small smile before leaning over to reach back into his nightstand while you stared at the ceiling, trying to relax into the softness of his bed. "Open." he said, hovering over you again.

His stare was locked firmly with yours as you lolled your tongue out for him obediently, swallowing down the yellow circular pill he'd given you. "Good girl." He praised, tracing over the side of your face with his finger. "We'll take things slow, yeah?"

You didn't know what you'd just taken. Truthfully, you didn't even care with the way he was talking to you. His voice was like silk when he leaned back into you, carefully wedging himself between your legs as he kissed you again. His movements were fluid but thoughtful. His fingers grazing along your skin softly, leaving little goosebumps in their wake.

He may have been with more people than you had, but you were gradually starting to realize that it was more of a positive than it was a negative. He was able to read you so easily, he knew exactly where and how to touch you.

You let out a faint whimper as his palm met the inside of your thigh, slipping up your skirt and moving your panties to the side. "Keep your eyes on me, okay?"

The way your bottom lip lodged between your teeth while you looked back at him with a doe-like expression made it all the harder to restrain himself, but he somehow managed to keep his resolve.

His long digits spread you apart before his middle finger slid between your folds and began drawing light but firm circles against you. He could see your timidness slowly dissipating, the Valium he had slipped you clearing doing its job as you arched your back from him and let out another whine.

You were overwhelmingly comfortable, your body completely melting under his touch. He was running uppp and downnn your clit with just the right amount of pressure, creating a heavenly amount of slick for the both of you.

"That’s it. Gettin' so wet for me." He breathed, his lips just barely ghosting yours. "Do you have any idea how perfect you look right now?"

The moan you let out was beyond your control, your vision was blurred by silver hair and blue eyes and how unbelievably good it all felt. "Gojo-sensei," you panted, your body writhing beneath him as he slid in a thick finger inside of you this time. "F - fuck."

Satoru groaned, plunging even deeper into you. He never knew how badly he needed to hear you moan out his formal name until you suddenly couldn't stop doing it. Your hips were bucking up towards him, your lips urgently crashing into his as more dazed out noises poured out of you.

"Keep going." He instructed, reeling in the way your eyes widened as he added another finger. "You're doin' so good."

You were grabbing onto the collar of his shirt, your walls clenching around him. He was hitting spots that you'd never been able to reach before. Spots that Ino had apparently neglected too. You felt yourself slipping. Your mind was racing. Your body grinding against him desperately and your voice breaking with each word you tried to get out.

"Go-jo... I'm - gon-na..." But you didn't have to say it for him to know. He slammed into you, nodding at you in encouragement as fire flickered through his steel eyes.

"Let it out." There was a fierceness to his tone that he couldn't mask anymore, his composure was crumbling right along with yours. "C’mon, let me fucking feel it.”

Watching you come undone like this was such a sharp contrast from the shy schoolgirl he once knew that used to skip class just to avoid group projects. You squirmed under him, mewling out his name like it was the only word you knew as an orgasm finally raked through your body, stealing away every last bit of hesitancy you once had.

You were staring back at him like he'd told you to, never breaking eye contact no matter how hard it was for you to keep still. Your irises bloomed with pleasure, a noise you didn't know you were capable of making escaping you as you drenched his hand.

"Good fucking girl."

He pulled out of you, bringing his fingers up to your mouth. Your lips parted without him having to say anything, sucking them clean as you continued to look back at him with the same innocent expression. He was afraid he was going to no choice but to get you pregnant if you kept this up.

"Takuma ever make you cum like that?" he asked, releasing himself from you so you could speak.

You bit back a smile as you shook your head. "No," you conceded, helping him lift your tank-top above your head. "Not like that."

"I didn't think so." He smirked, unbuttoning his own shirt while you slid out of your skirt, both of your outfits being tossed to the floor.

You felt your center throb watching him strip out of his boxers. An overwhelming sense of neediness flooded over you as you took in the intimidating masterpiece that was Gojo-sensei's body. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't imagined what it looked like a time or two when you were in his class. It was hard not to with the way girls fawned over him, but you'd managed to keep your infatuation to yourself up until now.

Seeing him stroke himself as he lined up with your entrance was prettier than any daydream you could've ever conjured up.

"Need you to focus on your breathing.” he said, rubbing his tip between your folds to wet himself with your slick. The temptation to absolutely destroy you was plaguing his mind, but he knew he needed to ease you into it. The only person you'd been with was Ino for god's sake, you deserved to be fucked properly.

You followed his lead and inhaled slowly, thankful for whatever magical relaxation pill you’d taken you as he prodded into you. It didn't take long to realize why he'd told you to breathe, his tip alone was stretching you out more than you were used to. You found yourself grabbing onto his forearm, your nails digging into his skin as a hazy whimper filled the space between you.

"It's alright, you can handle it." Your walls were smothering him, so impossibly snug and tight that he struggled to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head. "Just like that. Juuust like that."

He pressed into you carefully, harnessing all the restraint he could possibly manage while you tried but failed to hold back your whines. "God, you feel fuckin' good." He groaned. "Takin' me so well."

You were still clutching onto him, your mouth dropping open the further he went. You'd never felt this full before - this entirely enamored by someone being inside of you. You thought that you knew what you liked up until this point, but he was drawing noises and feelings out of you that you didn't even know existed.

Gojo's urge to break you was getting harder to ignore. You were so pouty and delicate and naively trusting of him. He'd been trying to keep a steady pace, watching you intently to make sure you were still comfortable, but the moment the words "deeper" and "please" left your mouth, he felt something inside him snap.

His hand laced around your throat, his thumb and index finger pressing firmly into the sides of your neck. The smirk he shot you was lethal. "Deeper? You sure that's what you want?"

It was your one and only chance to back out, but you couldn't. There was a coiling tension in your abdomen. A depraved craving coming from your core. It wasn't just that you wanted more, it was that you needed more. You could barely get out another, "please." before he was suddenly plunging into you.

His rhythm was merciless, his grip tightening around your airways turning your moans into strained gasps.

He leaned in, his hair brushing against your forehead as he watched your eyebrows knit together, your eyes locked with his once more.

"You've always been so fuckin' cute, y'know that?" His hips met yours with another damning thrust. "So good at doing what you're told."

The red lights blurred together, a mixture of stars and sedatives clouding your vision as the aching feeling between your thighs amplified. Your cunt felt like it was pulsating, that burning build suddenly breaking away from just your stomach and spreading throughout your entire body.

"Oh, fuck." He grunted. "There it is. Keep goin’.”

Your walls spasmed, drool spilling down your chin while you wriggled under his grasp. Your pelvis tilted up feverishly to meet his as you took every inch of him. You were teetering on the verge of passing out. Nearly crying from how overwhelmed your senses were when another orgasm ripped through you.

His grip loosened on you, his movements becoming more frenzied. The fucked-out look on your face coupled with the pouty, suppressed cries you let out when he removed his hand from your throat was enough to drive him over the edge too.

His lips caught yours with feral urgency, his hand tangling into your hair as a lewd warmth filled you, spilling out onto his sheets. “I want you over here again next weekend," he said in between breaths. “Got it?"

You nodded back at him, your mind humming from overstimulation as he slowly pulled out.

He took a moment before getting to his feet, admiring the mess that he'd made of you. "C'mere." He smirked, helping reposition you up to the front of the bed.

He placed a pillow under your head and brought the blanket up over your shoulders. There was no way you were making it home tonight.

He lazily slipped his pants back on, only bothering to button up half of his shirt as he ran a hand through his hair and reached for the Versace box on his nightstand. He divvied out another bump and held the spoon to his nose, inhaling sharply before turning off the light for you and venturing out of the room to see how many people were still up and about.

The music had died down for the most part, the once packed hallway now mostly empty. He rounded the corner, just about to head downstairs when he came to an abrupt pause.

"Ino." he called out, noticing the brunette wandering out of one of his guestrooms. "Didn't realize you were here."

"Oh, yeah." He shrugged, tilting back the rest of his beer. "Was just lookin' for someone, Nobara said that -" he stopped himself before he could finish his thought, shaking his head. "Y'know what, it doesn't matter. She's too needy to deal with anyway."

Gojo's eyebrow raised, an arrogant smirk cutting across his face as he played along, offering him faux words of shallow comfort. "Ah, yeah. Bet she's pretty whiney too, huh?"

"Right." Ino snorted, completely oblivious to the condescending trap he'd just walked into.

"Probably says you're not deep enough." Gojo pressed, earning another clueless drunken laugh from him. "Always so pouty."

"Exactly. Like she's never satisfied."

"Girls," he mused, adjusting the collar of his shirt from where you'd grabbed onto earlier while you were soaking him. "Sounds like she needs someone to teach her a lesson..."

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[haechoxo]

[9:58 pm]

haechan was a mess, the last encounter with you haunting his mind. no one had seen him in weeks, his self isolation driven by the humiliation and regret.

how’d he let it get this bad?

he’d ruined the one good thing he had going for him, the one thing that could've ever gone right in his life, gone.

he caused you so much pain, so much anguish, you were sick of him, quite literally. all for what? because he couldn’t admit he wanted to be yours?

it was his turn to make himself sick. walking down to the 7-Eleven for the fourth time this week to stock up on booze, he glanced out the storefront window as he waited for his transaction to complete, and spotted you, hand in hand with choi yeonjun, as you exited the bistro across the street.

it felt like a punch to the gut, a harsh reminder of what he lost. you deserved happiness, he knew that. but the thought of you finding it with someone else, while he suffered in his own misery, was almost too much to bear, he deserved this.

all haechan could do was sigh, grabbing his items and heading back to his apartment, a sort of walk of shame, as he dialed up minjeong.

“...hello? haechan? it’s almost 10 pm.” her deadpanned tone rang through the receiver.

“y-yeah… sorry,” he croaked. she was the first person to hear from him in a while, not that she of all people was worried. “just wondering if you were maybe free tomorrow, just to hang out… i guess.”

minjeong only sighed. “listen, haechan, i don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

“o-oh, yeah, i guess… i guess you're right.”

“it’s not you! well– no, yeah, it is you,” ouch, “but we both know it just wouldn’t have worked out, right? you’re too focused on y/n, and we were both clearly just using each other as a distraction.” he could only listen as she went on, too afraid to say anything, to face the truth.

“the same reason you and i would never work out is the same reason mark and y/n won’t work out. we don’t have feelings for each other, haechan. it was never there.” he sucked in a breath.

“you gotta figure yourself out. we both know you can do better.” the line went dead.

haechan slumped against his front door, the weight of minjeong's words crashing down on him. the silence of his empty apartment echoed his loneliness, the low light from the streetlamp outside mocking him as he sat there. every sip of alcohol burned down his throat, but it didn’t numb the ache in his chest. the empty bottles around him were a testament to his attempts to drown out the guilt, but no amount could wash away the regret. he needed to change, to make things right, but where could he even start? he replayed your last conversation in his mind, your tear-streaked face, the hurt in your eyes. how had he been so blind?

unlocking his phone to scroll through his unopened messages, stumbling on his chats, or lack thereof, with you. they’d been dry, barren of any feelings for weeks. and it was his doing.

the unopened voicemails, mostly from jaemin about missing cafe dates and more of johnny’s parties, but there was a new one he hadn’t noticed before.

from mark.

hesitantly he pressed play, mentally bracing for the new lecture he was about to endure.

”hey man, uh— i’m not calling to apologize or anything, just so you know, i don’t feel bad for the things i said, neither does jun. i’m still really mad at you, we both are, but you're still our friend just as much as y/n is, even she’s a little worried, renjun told her not to be and i probably shouldn't have told you but whatever. the guys have been asking about you and no one really has an answer. uhm,” mark clears his throat, “jeno said he saw you outside 7-Eleven a couple nights this week already, smoking a new pack of cigarettes each time…” he sighs, pausing for a moment. haechan can feel the lump forming in his throat from the embarrassment.

“dude just because we ‘sided’ with y/n, doesn’t mean we don’t care about you and your well being anymore. obviously you feel stupid finally, and you clearly know you were wrong, but you’re going about things the wrong way, again. you can’t keep living like this, hurting the people you care about, hurting yourself, in the process.” he pauses for a bit, and haechan thinks maybe the message had ended like that, “whatever, uh, i don’t know what else i’m supposed to say bro, just let us know you’re okay, i guess, bye.” the beep signaling the end of the voicemail rings loudly against his ear, sighing shakily as he shut his phone off.

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a/n ; this one took waaaay longer than anticipated,, i just wasnt sure how well id be able to convey his feelings as well as mark’s lovely words since I HATE HIS STUPID ASS RN 💔

[yurislilygarden]

ʚїɞ Self Aware! Hazbin Hotel

ʚїɞ Their reaction after becoming self aware and first thoughts about reader! part 1

ʚїɞ Alastor and Lucifer Morningstar

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ Word count: just about 1.7k

ʚїɞ I planned for all hotel characters first but then I realized how much I'm thinking on each paragraph and its details that I decided to just do 2-3 charas per part😭

Very few characters would notice something wrong on the first watch of the show, but wouldn't realize, nor become self-aware until the 2nd or further watch. 

While everyone's reaction would be different with different amounts of stages before total acceptance of the situation, they all would share the first emotion, simple disbelief. They would first need to even process the fact that they're not real, that they were created solely for the purpose of entertaining… something? Someone? In a completely different Universe. That everything that they thought had happened to them before they died didn't actually happen, they were never alive in the first place. Only after that did the emotions and reactions differ. The very first emotion or actual personal reaction would be:

ALASTOR

Irritation with a hint of madness.

His first thoughts about the situation would be how ironic it is that he seeks entertainment for himself while his own person, no, character, was a source of entertainment for whatever was watching them from time to time. It was quite ironic how he said that his face was made for radio when the truth couldn't be further from that. He was literally created solely to be watched on that funny colored box by… whatever was watching him and the others.

He was irritated at not noticing that something was wrong immediately, now he thinks about how blind he was, how obvious everything was. The city is actually quiet, too quiet when the noise and demons aren't needed, when they're not meant to be heard. Nothing actually happened that one time when he was out for a fix of his coat, it just got magically fixed, he went and came back when someone else decided he was to do so. They didn’t have much actual free will when he thought about it and that's what he was mad about. He thought that his deal was a massive problem to him, oh how wrong he was because the problem was you.

He doesn't know how he or the others didn't notice the small, glowing butterfly flying above their heads from time to time. They couldn't be that blind, could they? The little crystal thing (could he break it?) must have done something to be unnoticed for so long. He wondered how long they were watched for, the little thing above their heads seemed to be speaking sometimes, seemingly knowing what would happen… at least he thought so, the words would cut out so often that he was left with a pure guess at one point.

He didn't want to accept that he wasn't real, that he was just a 2D character with the sole purpose of entertaining someone. He was meant to be the one entertained, not you. But he couldn't actually do anything, could he? For sure not until more of the people he knew were aware. 

That's also something that he noticed. When it came to the hotel staff and guests, he seemed to be the only one who realized the situation at first. It took a few times of some events repeating before he noticed that someone else from the hotel was noticing the little crystal butterfly above their heads as well. 

Alastor seemed to be the first, or one of the very first people who noticed that something was wrong. He wasn't sure if someone realized before him, and if they did then who, but he was somewhat glad that he could finally discuss the topic at least a little once the other hotel patrons found out about the truth. He isn't one to really open up in any way, but this was a matter where he had to communicate with the others.

You. He didn’t know what to think of you at first. He did see you in a more negative light at first, under many emotions hitting him at once which he hated but after he calmed down, he started thinking. At first, he was sure you were some sick person seeking entertainment from the suffering of others, and yeah he was doing pretty much the same, but were you really alike when he wasn’t even real and you were? He was pretty sure that he’s never gonna get used to saying that.

Over time, when he stopped overthinking (he’s gonna deny that he was doing that till the day of his 2nd death), he noticed a few changes. The less negative his posture and thoughts were about you, even if neutral, the more he was able to find out. Alastor was able to pick up more than a few words whenever you talked, he was able to hear you talking clearly enough to recognize a possible gender, and something he wasn’t sure that he wanted to think about, it was way easier to pick up your emotions in your words.

I feel like he would be more lenient towards you if it turned out you were a female (or identified as one), but that would be the mama’s boy inside of him talking. There wouldn’t be too many differences of course, but those who spent enough time around him would be able to tell there's a difference after finding out your gender if it turned out you weren’t a man (again, not too much but it IS noticeable).

He would go from lowkey hating you at first to being mostly neutral with a hint of positive light as you seemed to do nothing but watch, up until later on when everyone is self-aware as well and would talk about the whole thing. Only then would the feelings towards you, the little watcher, as he first called you, turn more positive.

LUCIFER

Massive inner conflict and a complete mix of emotions

He didn’t know what to think. It was hard to comprehend that he didn’t actually live for as long as he thought, that all the things that supposedly happened, in fact never were even close to happening, they were just… a scripted past. 

Was all his suffering for nothing? Was it there just to entertain someone? Did those things who watched them enjoy seeing them sad and hurt? He was simply lost on what to think about the whole situation, it wasn't something that he could prepare himself for in any way beforehand. 

He was disappointed in himself for not noticing immediately or at least faster that something was not right. He's the literal King of hell! Even if… only in a show apparently… but he still is. No one better say anything about that because he's already on the brink of a yet another breakdown. He cannot take much more.

Should he try doing something about this? Or should he stay quiet and go with the script as he's supposed to? He wasn’t sure about the answer himself and had no one to answer his questions. The thought that what he thought were eons of life was actually a lie was… a little terrifying. Who knows just how much can someone force them to do without caring for their opinions because they don’t know that he and the others are aware of everything now, how much can you cause without their consent? He wasn’t sure if you or anyone else knew about them being self-aware or not.

He would actually try to ignore the little butterfly whenever he would see it, but at the same time, many questions were swirling in his mind.

Why were you around? Did you like to see them suffering? Did you have any control over what you saw? Did you have some sort of control over them? Did you have plans regarding them? Did you-

Yeah, again, he has a lot of questions and absolutely zero answers.

His personal feelings about you were all around at first. Not sure whether he should hate, dislike, or be generally negative about you, be more neutral, or be on the more positive side, especially since you didn't seem to do anything but watch them. Like it's all that you could do when it comes to them, but he couldn't be 100% sure.

Similarly to Alastor, he would be one of the characters who noticed something wrong on the first watch of the show before becoming self-aware quite soon after that. I don't think he, nor Alastor, would notice the other knows too fast, since both try to act like nothing's wrong around others. He did not want to be just a 2D character, something to be watched on a screen. It was… humiliating, in his eyes. He could tell that Charlie and the others weren't aware of anything at first so he didn't speak about it until later on when he was sure that they came to their senses, as he would like to say.

He wondered how long were you actually there before he, or anyone else, started to see or notice you, especially since he could literally hear you. Both as the small insect and the occasional words he was able to pick up. And that's if he was to forget the butterfly was literally, softly fucking glowing. Yeah, they're all blind.

I think that if you’re on the younger side, (which technically is any age a human can be alive at compared to him lmao) he would be a little softer, especially if you're similar to his daughter in character. It would come from the paternal side of his, you would probably remind him of Charlie so much :(

He would be more on the negative side at first, as much as he wishes he didn't straight up assume how you were as a person, it took some time but he went into the more neutral zone before being positive about you after being able to hear more of you talking, as he was able to at least have more idea about your character and wasn't completely clueless like at the start.

Your nickname also got changed to something else, something cuter over time, as Alastor’s name for you, little watcher, was deemed not good enough by everyone (Lucifer's words)

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

[pookietv]

soft anger | george clarke

i'm quite enjoying writing arguments with sweet resolves atm hehehehe so enjoy possessive george (bc i sure do yummy)

it was weird when your household became quiet, it barely ever happened. whether it was your music playing from the kitchen when you cooked or george yapping away to you or even the softer sounds of him recording in a different room, silence was not something that fell over yours and george's apartment often.

you and george were both more quiet angry types, a small argument of back and forth jabs, and then just bitten tongues until one of you finally broke the ice.

the problem with that? you and george were just about the most stubborn people on earth.

it had started as a silly thing. george had been a little jealous recently, which was fine, really. you tried your best to reassure him, make sure he knew you only wanted him and nothing could change that.

but that didn't mean you could completely eliminate the problem. the problem being a co-worker that george was dead set convinced had a crush on you.

"are you that blind that you can't see he wants to sleep with you?" george slyly mentioned as you went into the front room to grab something, and you rolled your eyes.

"george, it's getting pathetic now, he doesn't want to sleep with me," you said back, leaving the room as quickly as you had entered, hearing george's padding footsteps follow behind you.

"you haven't seen the way he looks at you, i mean jesus, he looks at you the way i look at you, it's not hard to tell," he retorted, the tone of his voice so reassured by his silly ideas.

you turned to face him, your usual widened eyes slightly narrowed as you huffed a little, facing the kitchen counter, back to him as you filled your waterbottle, not even dignifying this spat to stop you from doing what you had been doing anyway.

"george, stop it.” you said, your regular sweet tone slightly lower, and hardened. "you're being ridiculous."

you heard him scoff a little as you screwed the lid on your waterbottle, turning to face him.

"ridiculous? you think i'm ridiculous? you're stunning, course he fucking wants you,"

"so? it's not like he's going to sleep with me anyway, whether he wants to or not, so how is that my fault?" you bit back, his face slightly hardened now.

"what do you mean 'so'? what is so wrong about me being possessive and not wanting my girlfriend to be fantasized about in the work environment?" he said, his voice slightly risen in tone, a little louder.

"you're not being possessive you're suffocating me, for fucks sake george! i mean, what do you want me to do, quit work? never leave the house again in case anyone looks at me in a way you deem inappropriate?"

tension was thick in the air, the room almost seeming smaller, and warmer, the sound of the stupid kitchen clock ticking the only noise to be heard.

george's face was slightly reddened, his eyes narrowed, and his voice lower in a way that would be attractive if he wasn't being so damn infuriating. "don't act like i'm being unreasonable when he is literally drooling over you," he said, in an almost condesending tone.

"you're acting like i want or care about some random guys affection, like i'm begging for recognition and approval from strangers," you rolled your eyes once more, a slight click of your teeth followed, loud enough to make george's eyebrows furrow.

"you don't see it, it's... it's not about that," he said, his tone frustated, "or him, it's us!"

"us? we're fighting over some random co-worker that probably doesn't even know my fucking last name, george." you scoffed back, your tone matching his intensity.

"you're around him, all the time, and i can see how he sees you, and it makes me..." he trailed off slightly, exasperation apparent on his face.

"jealous?" you finished his sentence, voice dripped in sarcasm as his lips pulled inwards.

"no," he snapped back, "makes me feel like i can't protect you, like i'm not enough."

your face dropped for a moment, betraying a look of softened guilt. you knew what he meant, you knew he meant well and he wasn't trying to cut you off or suffocate you, but it had become like being smothered.

your tone was slightly more gentle, you didn't want to keep arguing, but you didn't know how the hell to make george see any of your point, "george, i love you, i have told you this a million times, it's you, i mean, i don't know what more-"

"prove it then," he said, his voice a more demanding tone, his glossed eyes hardened.

all the softness left your voice again, the tides you thought were changing rolled right back round.

"how am i supposed to do that? i can't change job because you think someone likes me, i can't change someone else's opinions of me, i mean what the fuck do you want me to do?" you bit back, the frustrated tone in your voice returned and evident.

george's jaw tightened a little, "i want you to trust me."

his voice was low, controlled, completely contrasted to his heated tone before, and his voice was almost wholly demanding if you didn't know him well enough to hear the slight vulnerability that bled through.

"i do trust you george, but trust is a two way thing." you said, words firm but tone softened, eyes glassed over slightly.

tense silence filled the room again, and you felt that familiar feeling, like the room was getting smaller.

"i'm gonna sleep in the spare room tonight, think we both need some sleep. get some rest, george. i'll see you in the morning," you said gently, unwilling to go through this cycle again as you were sure you'd either sob or rip your hair out, gently touching george's arm in a reassuring way as you walked past him, practically feeling his muscle melt for a moment.

"you don't like the spare room, you said it doesn't feel like your space," he said quietly.

he was right, it was george's recording room really with a bed in it incase anyone came to stay.

"i don't like the spare room, doesn't feel right. but i think a night alone will do both of us good, george." you said gently, your body turned back to him, stood in the middle of the hallway now, looking at him still stood in the kitchen.

"i'll take the spare room if you need space, i don't mind. you won't sleep if you're in the spare room." he said, his tone even and matter-of-factly.

"thank you, george. i'll see you in the morning. love you," you said softly, turning into yours and george's shared room.

you were a stickler for that sort of thing, no matter what argument or situation, always say love you. cause an argument didn't mean love was gone, it just meant there were issues that needed to be sorted.

you knew yourself you probably wouldn't sleep, even if you were in your room compared to the spare - you knew well enough yourself that you struggled to sleep without george.

so after a couple hours gone by, and against your better judgement, you gently opened the door to the spare room, seeing george laying on the bed, eyes tired but not asleep, head turning to you once he heard the door creak, sitting himself up slightly.

"can't sleep." you murmured into the dim room, and you saw his silhouette nod.

"me neither," he said gently, and the room was peaceful for a moment.

"i'm sorry, i just didn't wanna lose you." he said, breaking the silence, and you nodded softly, practically crawling into the space next to him. you felt his hands brush through your hair gently, you tiredly leaning into the touch.

"you're not gonna lose me, i've told you that." you said gently.

"i know. i'm just an idiot, that's all," he said, his voice slightly thick from not speaking for a while, and gentle in tone.

"i'm sorry too," you said, breaking the sound of your breathing and occasional creak of the not so comfy single bed, "i was being defensive, and a little angry."

george laughed gently, "i don't blame you. it's okay, lovie."

you lifted your head up slightly to look at him, and felt his head press gently against yours.

"we're being stupid," you whispered, and you saw his lips curve into a softened grin, "yeah, we are."

"okay, get your fat head off me and we can both come sleep in our room?" you teased gently, hearing george huff a little jokingly, but standing and following you instantly.

when morning came, yellow glow flitted through slight gaps in the curtain, making you stir slightly and reach for the other side of the bed for warmth, and instead met with an empty spot. you almost thought you had imagined making up with george in a wishful idea of a dream, until you woke a little more, smelling coffee and hearing gentle humming from the kitchen.

pulling a sweatshirt from the bedroom floor before being willing to leave the comfort of the bed, and into the cold apartment, you gently walked to the kitchen, greeted with george with his back to you.

"george?" you said gently, and you could almost feel him jump before he tutted you, a playful grin on his face.

"you weren't supposed to wake up! i'm supposed to bring it to you," he said, his voice gently teasing, and you giggled a slight bit, sitting yourself down on one of the stools of the breakfast bar bit of the kitchen, facing his back as he fiddled on the bench.

"you're sweet, but i'm sure i can manage whatever it is here," you joked back, watching him as he brought over a plate and a mug of coffee, placing it down in front of you.

"dippy eggs and soldiers," he said with a dopey grin, and you smiled up at him as he kissed you gently on the forehead, before you looked down at the plate, and george's attempt at breakfast.

"and these soldiers were... wounded in battle?" you teased slightly, but he rolled his eyes and shook his head as he moved his plate next to yours, shoving a piece of toast in his mouth.

"hey, respect the soldiers man," he said mock sternly.

[lizpottersworld]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . JUST NOT HOME PT2 after your breakup with remus, you left town and didn’t expect a message from him months later but now he was in front of you again, and all the feelings you had were back. (remus lupin x reader)

everyone wanted a part 2 so here you go😉 this ones more of a how did it end vibe

part one here

thats how the conversation and hundreds of threads of messages started, and it never stopped until the two of you met up at your guys old favourite coffee shop.

remus thought it would take more convincing to get you to meet him and he was prepared for that, but you accepted so quickly it took him by surprise.

thats how you found yourself walking into the cafe, the cold air blush tainted on your cheeks. the server greeted you, noticing you as an old regular and you nervously walked over to the table where you anxiously overthought what would happen.

a small smile creeped on your face as you noticed how similar he looked. the same remus you had fallen so hopelessly in love with. if that was a good or bad thing you were unsure. all you knew in that moment, was how desperate you were to run your hands through his hair and touch his lips again.

then he looked up and noticed you, his green homey eyes looking straight into yours again. you nervously reached the table and he stood up to gently pull you into a hug, which turned into an side hug at your unexpectedness.

“hi,” he breathed, eyes taking you in as if you’d disappear from his memory. “you look lovely, i ordered you your favourite by the way.” he smiled, pulling your chair out and then sitting in his seat opposite.

that was what hurt the most. knowing that all this was most probably him being kind and that this wasn’t the normality you had missed. god, he probably already had a new girlfriend that looked nothing like you.

“hello, remus,” you forced out with an anxious smile, slipping your coat and scarf off to the back of your chair as he watched with a soft smile. “thank you.” you smiled as you sipped your drink.

it was silent for a few seconds as you took in each other for the first time in a while. you had missed this. it went from seeing each-other every hour of every day to no contact or anything for six months.

remus cleared his throat interrupting the silence and the overbearing swarm of your thoughts. “i really just needed to see you and talk to you,” he paused biting his lip nervously, “i feel horrible for how it ended, and i just i can’t help but feel like the reason you moved is my fault.”

ironically, he was a part of the reason you decided to move. it was hard to find a new normality being surrounded by the things the two of you had found together and done together ever since you moved to london. the city practically screamed his name.

“well, you never did tell me why you called it off. so either i was completely blind or was living in some sort of delusion, because everything we had was perfect in my eyes.” you cleared your throat, placing your drink back on the table.

you could of sworn you saw the mood shift in his eyes instantly, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“well- i mean. no, you weren’t either of those things, our relationship was amazing and everything anyone could wish for,” he smiled reminiscing, “but, i just- i couldn’t do it anymore.” he shook his head.

your mind travelled through whatever reason he would think that he had to end it, he literally just called the relationship a fairytale. so why would you end something so beautiful?

“before you even think about, it wasn’t anything to do with you. i know they all say this, but it wasn’t you it was me. and i truly mean that.” he shook his head disappointed he couldn’t give you the answer you obviously wanted, it would only make it feel more difficult. you scoff at his words, feeling pathetic for even bothering to come.

“remus, your going to tell me why you broke up with me. no one should have to deal with the unknowing of why something ends the way it does, it quite literally eats away at you!” you whisper yell, growing agitated at the waste of your break from uni you could be spending with family.

he shook his head, hiding his face away from the prominent stare you were giving him. you needed to know the truth.

you stood up from your chair and grabbed your stuff, sighing as you shook your head at the conversation. his head looked back up at you as you spoke for the what he knew as the final time, “i’m leaving. i really think you should tell me the truth. but truth is, you don’t owe me that anymore. i wish you the best in your life, but i’m going now.” you try to smile, walking out of the cafe door.

remus quietly sits there staring at the place you just stood as you disappointedly spoke to him. so many thoughts whirled through his mind, and only the bell alarm that sounded as the door opened woke him up. he immediately shot up grabbing his coat running after you.

tears had fallen down your cheeks as you held your umbrella over your head, as you walked down the street to the taxi pick up point. you heard someone say your name but ignored it, not fully catching up on it.

“y/n/n!” remus helplessly called this time, as you turned around to face him and his wet clothes. you didn’t even have the time to process or ask him what’s wrong, before his lips were on yours and he eagerly poured his heart into the kiss.

you pulled away, looking into his eyes trying to dictate what the hell had just happened. didn’t take any more than a few seconds till you launched yourself into his arms and kissed him this time with just as much passion.

rain poured down around the two of you as you two refused to let go, scared of what had to happen afterwards.

“why did you kiss me, remus?” you whispered, looking up at him so confused and hopeless. he smiled warmly gazing down into your glass covered eyes.

“i just wanted to kiss you.” he titled his head, arms wrapping around your waist, “and because i can’t let you walk out my life again this time,” he shook his head and your face softened, “i was scared. i love you so much and love scares me a lot. my parents aren’t together anymore as you know, and i’m just scared of all the possibilities that could happen to us.”

your hand found his cheek and you lovingly and comfortingly caressed it, “sure, theres chances of bad endings but theres also the endless possibility of good happenings and endings. and trust me, I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to us.”

remus felt like melting in a pool at your words, “i love you so fucking much, its unbelievable.” he laughs at how pathetic he sounds, kissing you desperately again as if he couldn’t bare to be without.

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[bambisnc]

off the record [ft. j.wy]

pairing : wony x reader genre : fluffyy/crack + fake dating trope! cw/tw : kissing mention ;-; wc : idk it was a page in google docs :/

“hey. don’t look at him. he’ll get weirded out.”

“ah yes of course, because your ex showing up at your birthday party uninvited and with a girlfriend of her own is totally not more than enough to do that.”

wonyoung rolls her eyes at you. sure she’d asked you to become her girlfriend; her fake girlfriend but that was for a very good reason okay?! 

it was all her ex’s fault. she hadn’t really even liked the guy that much, but the fact that he went from a blinded, lovesick puppy to be the one breaking up with her made her furious. and an angry her did not always have the most logical ideas…

when she saw him drop off his new girlfriend in front of the girls washroom (was it just her or was that highkey weird..) she lost it completely. grabbing you by the shoulders, a girl she vaguely knew from.. chemistry was it?, she immediately pulled you into a stall with a curt, “i need you to pretend to date me.” dropping from her delicate lips.

oh okay, you thought, just an average wednesday. the literal love of your life drags you into a bathroom stall (?!?@?#?$?@#) and asks you to date them. well, fake date them. it’s the same thing really, c’mon.

which is what lead to a major series of unfortunate events (not for you, to be honest – you get to spend time with The jang wonyoung, hell she can use you for whatever nefarious schemes she has cooking up in that pretty little head of hers <3) ending up with you here..

..stuck between a wall and a hard place. quite literally. with wonyoung having placed her hands on the wall, effectively trapping you against it; almost as if in a protective manner. you knew she’d been boasting about you to everyone who’d listen – there was hardly anyone who wasn’t interested in the school princess’ romantic affairs – before you’d arrived.. rather late, unfortunately.

“so are you planning on explaining why you’re late? or will you only be making sarcastic quips at everything i say~?” she asks with the sweetest smile but you will not be falling for that. the nicer her expression is, the more scared you should be is the one thing you’ve managed to learn from having had her arm wrapped around your waist for around 3 weeks now.

“i told you there was just an .. issue. nothing you need to concern yourself with.” you reply back, avoiding her piercing gaze to the best of your abilities. (spoiler you're not really very successful in doing that...)

she’s never been one to back down or leave a matter though, “i’m your girlfriend. how can i not concern myself with every single thing about you.” you’re just about to point out that you are, in fact, just a fake girlfriend but before you can wonyoung interrupts you, tilting your face towards her in a way that leaves your lips inches away from hers (and leaves you completely breathless), her tone dripping with urgency, “he’s looking. kiss me now.”

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notes : creds for idea and honorary dedication to ml @kyuusberry!!! ♡︎ + [m.list]

[ohmykiyo]

🪦 title ; getting into an argument w/ your bf & walking out :( genre ; angst to fluff warnings ; metions of anxiety ( sakusa's ) slightt heartache lol, boys call you an "attention-seeking whore", knife mentioned metaphorically, lowercase intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; i literally just wanted something angsty so here's this lmao. also the boys are complete dicks here :') + this shit took like forever for me 2 finish lol, send me requests i have 0 ideas atm

kiyoomi is seriously the most stubborn man when it comes to arguments.

he'll always hear you out, you think.

except this was one of the times where he didn't.

you just came from your favorite cafe that you went to with your friend, osamu.

you ordered a drink for yourself, then another for your boyfriend at home

you didn't happen to tell your boyfriend about going out with a friend, thinking that it didn't matter since osamu and your boyfriend were well acquainted.

without giving it a second thought, you posted a picture on instagram captioned "coffee run with onigiri miya :)"

you were soon receiving a ton of likes, which shed some unnecessary light on you and osamu's seemingly “too-friendly” relationship

sadly, kiyoomi began to see you the same way others did as well.

walking through the door, you decided that today was a good day. "kiyoomi!", you chirped. you made your way towards your boyfriend, seemingly not realizing the storm that was brewing fast.

"did you have fun?" sakusa asked, but not in the usual sweet tone he usually uses. it sounded.. cold? maybe even snarky if you listened hard enough.

"oh yeah! i went to the cafe i usually go to and they had a whole new menu for summer, i-" you were cut off by his aggressive tone.

"really, now?," the coldness that laced his voice made you flinch, "so, you're just gonna skip over the fucking part where you were alone with atsumu's brother?"

you lift your palms up as if to calm him down, which was in vain as the storm had finally begun. he's never sworn at you, let alone speak to you with such tone.

"omi-"

you were cut off once more, the nickname that filled sakusa with so much joy just this morning had seemed to fuel his already brewing anger instead.

"don't fucking 'omi' me." he grits. now you're really feeling it, fear rushing through your veins. you really didn't think he'd get so angry about this. if you knew this would happen, you would've called to let him know.

"kiyoomi, i really didn't-"

"don't spout bullshit now," he scoffs, thinking your trembling arms were an act. "you posted it on your instagram as if you wanted me to see it."

he inches closer and closer to your trembling body, not realizing that you were in genuine fear. anxiety filled your lungs. it got harder and harder to breathe. sakusa's blinded by rage at this point, and doesn't bother to stop himself from what he says next.

"you're just an attention-seeking whore now, huh?" he says, venom coating his words. your heart shattered. the drink you brought him now lays on the ground, as well as your heart.

you didn't notice how tears welled up in your eyes. neither did you notice how the slight trembling of your hands transitioned to uncontrollable shaking. 'did he really just say that?' you thought, 'does he not want me anymore?'. your thoughts spiraled until your breaths became shallow. with the last bit of composure you had left, you rushed into your bedroom.

sakusa noticed the effect his words had on you a few minutes too late. he knew he should've let you talk, but seeing you with another man that wasn't him sparked something in him.. 'was it jealousy?', he can't tell.

he noticed the way his heart started racing the moment you locked yourself inside the bedroom. sounds of shuffling and sniffling sobs were the only things he could make out from the opposite side of the door.

'fuck, fuck, fuck.' he fucked up, and he knows.

"baby? baby, we can talk this out." he stutters. his hand gripping the doorknob so hard, his knuckles became pale.

the shuffling stopped. but, the sniffling didn't.

the door swung open, almost making sakusa fall forward. as he takes a look at you, his heart stops.

you have a duffel bag in one hand and an overstuffed tote bag in the other. the apples of your cheeks are stained with tears, and your eyes are shone bright red. you hiccup here and there as you try to push through sakusa's muscular build.

you were losing your composure once again. you needed to get out of there, now.

after a minute, and another,

you finally lose it.

"move out of the fucking way!"

this time.. it was sakusa who flinched. it was now him who was trembling in fear and guilt.

"y/n.. baby please," he begs. oh, he begs and begs. but, you don't budge. as he looks down at the eyes that once held so much love and adoration for him were.. gone. there was nothing but hurt swimming through those pretty eyes of his lover. that's if he could still call you his at all.

you let out a shaky breath. clutching the bags in your hands so hard, your nails begin to sink deeper and deeper into your palms.

"do you even want me?"

sakusa's blood runs cold. 'how could you ever say that?' he thought. of course he wanted you, you're the only person he'd ever want. how could you ever think--

oh.

it took him a moment, but he realized that he's the reason why you've been out so much, lately. he leaves before you're awake, and comes home when you're fast asleep. his neglect. his carelessness.

sakusa's so lost in thought, he doesn't realize he kept you waiting.

you took his silence as an answer and the waterworks began to fall once again. you couldn't let your boyfriend— well, ex, see you in such a pathetic state a second time.

you nod, slowly. then make your way past him. your arms limp against your side.

sakusa finally snaps out of his thoughts before stopping you in your tracks.

"stop!" he gasps. "just stop."

his hands found their way to your waist.

when you don't push him away, he takes it as a good sign.

"what?" you choke out. light hiccups still audible.

he pulls you closer, "there will never be a time where i won't want you."

your heart aches heavily.

"yet it always seems like you don't."

you whispered those words quietly. if sakusa wasn't so close, he wouldn't have heard the way you gasped and sniffled. it was almost like you were trying not to let him hear..

dropping your duffel bag, a light thud made its way to your ears.

you turn to face the raven-haired behind you, eyes staring at your shoes due to the shame of being seen crying.

he places his index finger lightly under your chin, lifting it up so you'd look at him one more time.

"i will always want you, y/n," he assures you, waiting for a reaction. your eyes didn't waver from the tears flooding them, letting sakusa know you weren't convinced at all.

you push him away slightly. a pang in kiyoomi's chest made it seemingly harder to breathe.

you look down at your shoes again, clenching your fists into a ball tightly. "you've given me every reason to fucking believe that i wasn't worth it anymore."

kiyoomi's mouth opens and closes. he wants to say something-- no, he needs to say something.

you continue, "the one moment i wanna walk out on you the same way you've done to me, is the one time you actually want me here."

his heart broke. it broke into pieces he could never count.

"i'm," he gasps, trying to inch closer and closer to you. "baby, you can't do this to me, please."

you pick up the duffel bag you dropped on the ground before swinging it over your shoulder. you turn your head to face him before leaving,

"how you feel now is the same feeling i felt for 2 months." you say.

and with that, you were out the door.

kiyoomi's now on his knees, sobbing into his hands.

its been about two days since you've been home.

sakusa was miserable. he missed your laugh, your voice, your everything.

if he can barely last two days, how can he go on about the rest of his life?

at this point he's in withdrawal due to your absence.

you on the other hand, feel a little better, maybe even refreshed. you were thinking about your boyfriend, who you assume was doing just fine without you.

'i'll stop by for a bit, i forgot my facewash anyway.' you think. you were annoyed when you realized you left it, and didn't exactly seem inclined to buy a new one since your current one still had so much product left, not only that, it was expensive as hell.

as you stood right at the door, you exhale swiftly before entering.

the house was clean, nothing was out of place. it looked.. lifeless. like no one ever lived in the place at all.

you step inside as if the place was never your own, keeping your hands to yourself and trying to make as little noise as possible. you make it to the bathroom. you find your facewash fast, and exit.

as you made your way back out, you noticed that there was no one in the masters bedroom where you would usually find kiyoomi. 'that's odd.' you thought. it was kiyoomi's day off today, and you were kinda hoping that your raven-haired boyfriend would be around.

you sulk a little bit before reaching the living room. you walk past a picture frame that included you and sakusa. you had a petty argument about that, too. kiyoomi only kept it up because he wanted to avoid another argument, you think.

while you were busy staring at the little frame, you didn't seem to hear the light shuffling behind you.

you gasp when strong arms pull you into a tight embrace.

you recognize his touch immediately. "kiyoomi?"

he hums as a response, "missed you so much." he says. nuzzling into the crook of your neck. you missed him, too. you indulge yourself in his touch for a few minutes more before twirling around to face him.

"are we.. still together?" you asked. examining his face, there seemed to be dark circles under his dark eyes.

he looks at you with shock, "we never broke up, i wouldn't let you if you tried."

you smile. you don't notice the light sigh of relief your boyfriend lets out when he sees you beaming. it put him at ease, knowing he can still make you smile like that.

shrugging, "if only you showed me that same energy the past 2 months." you comment, "i'm just here for the facewash, so go about your day, i guess."

kiyoomi's eyes widened before wrapping his arms around you in a tight but not suffocating hold.

"no." he whispers.

"hey, don't act like you didn't want me out in the first place." you roll your eyes.

"don't leave," he says, barely above a whisper. "two days without you were hell, i don't wanna imagine a life without you at all."

your heart skipped a beat a few times.

"shouldn't have been so mean to me."

"yell at me, kick me in the balls. i'll take whatever you throw at me." he suggests.

rolling your eyes once again you say, "unlike you, i'm nice, so i'll pass. just.. don't treat me as if i don't matter-- please." you mutter the last part.

sakusa complies almost immediately. engulfing you into a big hug, cherishing your touch as if his life depended on it. he kisses your head again and again.

yeah. maybe.. maybe this'll be the turning point in your relationship.

suna is absolutely brutal when angry

this just had to be one of the worst moments of when he was.

you were out at work helping your coworker

you didnt seem to realize how late it had gotten once you finished

as an apology to your boyfriend, you bought him a few of his favorite snacks

none of that could have prepared you for what happened once you walked through that door.

you were packing up after a day of being overworked. thank god you had your coworker kita helping you out. you were exhausted and just wanted to get home to your boyfriend, rin. you decided to be the sweet and angelic girlfriend you are by buying a few of his favorite snacks.

unfortunately.

your boyfriend refused to acknowledge your efforts.

you came home, singing a light "rin~"

you waited for a reply, receiving none at all. you were confused.

'hmm, hes never not greeted me before..'

you shrug it off, removing your coat and placing it in its usual spot. calling out to rin again, you made your way to your shared bedroom.

you walked in to find your boyfriend at the foot of your bed, who looked distressed. he looked angry and maybe even a little pale..

"hi rin"

he takes a moment to look you in the eye. once he did, you wish he hadn't.

"no text, no call, no fucking note?" he yells, causing you to flinch at the sudden change in mood. the room felt stuffy, making it hard to breathe. "you expect me to greet you with a warm hello after you leave me hanging for hours?"

the once calm suna you were used to was now blowing up in your face. you didn't know what to do.

"rinatrou-"

snapping once again, cutting you off, he says, "no don't even try to talk right now." he pulls out his phone.

on the screen he sees a picture of you and kita, your coworker, looking into each other's eyes with a smile on both faces.

your eyes flash to suna, then back at the screen. you begin to stammer and stumble over your words.

"can't say jackshit now, can you?" you panic. who took that photo? why did they take it?" so many thoughts sped through your mind and you couldn't keep up.

suna continued to bash you, yell at you. he failed to notice how you were on the verge of a breakdown. he failed to notice the short breaths you took, the slight tremble in your hands.

"rin, i can explain-"

"shut the fuck up," he yelled, "first you wanna stay out late with one of my friends, now you wanna tell me there was nothing going on in this picture?"

"baby, you have to believe me- nothing happened!" you were holding back tears at this point, and your boyfriend didn't bother to realize that fact.

"don't baby me you little attention-seeking whore."

you gasped. the last bits of your composure were now nowhere to be found.

his words left a foul taste in your mouth. the venom now building up at the back of your throat making it sting.

"fuck you, suna."

the sound of his last name rolling off your tongue was enough to snap him back out of the angry state he was in. suna? you've never called him suna since high school, he thought.

his heart dropped at the sight before him. tears running down the apples of your cheeks, hands trembling.

he tried to take a step closer to you, only causing you to back away simultaneously.

"y/n, baby, i-i'm so sorry-"

"don't."

panic and guilt filled his lungs to the brim. it was hard to breathe and he felt incredibly dizzy.

"c'mon baby, don't- don't be like this." he begged. his tone changed, his whole demeanor did as well.

you wanted nothing more than to succumb to his touch, allow his selfishness to comfort you, but you couldn't.

"i was at work." you begin, "kita- kita is my coworker. a-and, he took up my overtime hours.. so i could come home." you finish. nothing could explain the immense guilt your boyfriend-- well, ex, felt.

you don't know how you managed to make out all those words between your sniffles and hiccups.

"y/n, baby i am so sorry-" you stop him. your arm coming up to your face to wipe off the tears that won't stop falling.

you walk past suna, nudging his arm harshly with your shoulder. the snacks you previously bought now laying on the floor in front of him. he noticed a pink sticky note attached to the plastic, he could make out the words, "enjoy baby" with your name signed right beside it.

his heart sunk deeper. he yelled at you while all you did was think of him the whole time you were at work.

he was guilty, and nothing could explain how much he wanted to apologize.

he rushed over to the kitchen to find you downing a glass of water.

he made his way toward you, gently, cautiously.

"stay there, suna."

his last name stopped him. as if he was a robot, he listened instictively. you have never said his name in such a cold tone. it sent such a shiver down his spine.

"i'm staying the night at yachi's," you say, "reflect on your actions while i'm gone." you finish, walking past him once again to make your way back into the bedroom.

you begin stuffing clothes into the duffel bag, the sounds of ruffling were deafening to suna's ears.

he clears his throat, "y-you're.. uhm, you're leaving me?"

he chants please, please, please to any god or deity that would listen.

you look at him with the same eyes he stared you down with when you first entered the room.

"yeah." you pause, "i am."

and that's when it all came crumbling down. suna felt nothing but regret, hurt. his pleads weren't heard, and maybe it should stay that way.

"for good?-- y/n i'm sorry you now i-- i never meant any of it--"

"you said it," you say, tone firm with a slight wobble, "you still said it, suna."

he lower lip quivers as he holds back tears, "what about us? what about everything?"

you scoff.

"you seriously wanna talk about us when he had all the time to while we were arguing?" the disbelief in yours eyes and voice was seen and heard. "rin, how could there be us if you can't bother to trust me."

"i'll fix it, baby, i'll fix everything. me, us, everything--"

"just stop." you pinch the bridge of your nose, frustration building up once again. "i'll come back, okay? we'll talk then."

he could only nod upon your demands, worried that another word from him will change your mind.

"i'll be here." was the last thing he said before he heard the light click of the door.

its been over twenty-four hours since you've been home.

suna's doing everything he can to remain composed, but he can't.

he's biting his nails.

he never bites his nails.

he stopped the moment you came into his life, but now he's doing it because you might walk right out.

you kept up with his laziness, his half-assing self for so long.

will you finally cut the thread that's been holding on for way too long?

a million thoughts spiraled in his mind. he wishes you'd come here and soothe him. you always have.

and you will.

you were on your way home, on your way to suna.

you've made up your mind and you came back to tell him.

you were so lost in thought, you didn't realize you stood right in front of the all-too-familiar white door.

you were there and you didn't know if you could turn back now.

you inhale-- then exhale. now your hand is on the doorknob, heart beating increasingly fast.

you opened the door in one swift move. you step inside, then you hear the light sniffles and hics. the light shuffling sounds.

you turn around to find suna.

he's on the couch and he looks like a mess.

"suna." you call out.

he flinches upwards, turning to the direction of your voice.

he stood up. his tall figure towers over you.

you don't feel intimidated, but you feel the light fear surrounding him.

"a-are you getting your things-- i-i can help you pack. uhm.. your suitcase is upstairs, i'll bring it down-- there's food if you wanna eat-- i'll be in the guest bedroom so you don't have to deal with-"

you snap him out of the ramble he didn;t even know he was going on.

"you want me to.. leave?" you voice wavers as your lip wobbles, holding back indefinite tears.

"no!" his eyes widen. "i-i just thought you were here to get your belongings and that you wanted to leave me." he explains.

"fuck you, rintarou!" you gasp.

suna inches closer to you, hands up as if you're a fragile kitten that'll hiss and scratch him if he got too close.

you allow him to. you allow him back into the bubble you wanted to kick him out of.

"i'm so sorry baby." he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest. he exhales into your hair, gasping lightly.

his hands were shaking a bit. he was praying that you'd hold him. that you'd hold him as if he was going to disappear in your clutches.

after a bit,

you did.

your hands clutched onto his shirt, praying-- begging.

you held onto each other for the longest time.

until you broke it by pulling away.

suna panicked, until you grabbed his hand firmly, leading him into the bedroom.

you placed him down on the bed, laying beside him.

"i love you, rin." you whisper, almost inaudible to the human ear. but, he heard it. and that was all he needed to sleep soundly the rest of the night.

atsumu is literally so immature when it comes to arguing.

he will do absolutely everything he can to piss you off,

like the angrier you are, the more satisfied he is??

this argument was like no other,

until he says something that pushes you over the edge.

today was the absolute worst day so far.

you just witnessed your boyfriend, giggling and being too comfortable with the new manager.

everyone noticed, well- everyone but atsumu himself.

so when you and atsumu went home that evening, he couldn't understand why you were so upset. he was quite oblivious.

how could he not know what he did wrong? were there other women he was too-friendly with?

the thoughts in your head ticked you off even more.

"babe, c'mon, why are ya givin' me the silent treatment?" he says. "don't even know what i did." he mumbled.

"dunno, go ask the manager, you looked pretty close." you shrugged, a hint of passive aggressiveness laced your tone.

he scoffs, "oh so yer givin' me attitude now, too?"

you deadpan, "yeah, i am."

"ya can't be acting like sucha little bitch over me talkin' to other women."

"a little bitch? is that what i am to you?" your eyes widen, anticipating his answer.

"that's what yer acting like." he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

that only fired you up even more, as the already brewing anger grew stronger.

"i'm supposed to not be fucking worried about my boyfriend being all too friendly with another girl?" you sneer, "real fuckin' mature of you."

atsumu's face contorts with anger, "don't get me fuckin' started with ya, y/n."

"don't use that tone with me." you warn.

"how 'bout ya watch yers?"

he inches closer and closer, getting all up in your face.

"get the fuck away from me." you shriek.

"as you fuckin' wish, i don't wanna be around an attention-seeking whore."

you gasp.

the words repeat in your mind again and again. is that what he thinks of you?

you were only uncomfortable with his too-friendly demeanor around the pretty manager.

but that made you an attention seeker?

you hands found it's way to your lips. trying to stifle the sob that makes its way out.

the sob caught the attention of the fuming man in front of you.

as he realizes the destruction of his words, he rushes towards you immediately.

"baby-- ya know i didn't mean that.." his hand makes an effort to cup your cheek.

you push him off harshly.

"get the fuck away from me, miya." you grit, "you don't want the filth from an attention-seeking whore now, do you?"

he winced at the use of his own words against him.

a pang in his chest made it hard to breathe as he took in the sight before him.

he did this.

he's the reason you're sobbing into your hands.

he watches as you stumble your way into the bedroom.

he follows you around like a lost puppy. he knows that if he said something, you'd shut him down completely.

but, the moment you grabbed a bag and started stuffing it with clothes, what was he supposed to do?

"babe, c'mon.. yer not gonna try and leave me now, right?"

his remark was left unanswered.

panic begin to settle in his lungs.

he exhales heavily before trying again, "yer leavin' me?"

his eyes begin to water as he waited for your response.

you stop packing for a moment to look him right in the eyes. "you don't want an attention-seeking whore to stay around your home, right?"

you don't know why you continued to repeat those words.

his words cut deeper than a knife. it filled you with so much grief, and so much questions.

you couldn't believe that being insecure would make everyone, let alone your own boyfriend, perceive you as an attention seeker.

you were hurt. heartbroken, even.

was this the end of your relationship with atsumu?

you zip up the bag you stuffed with clothes before making your way out.

atsumu shifted nervously as he trailed closely behind you.

he waits until you both are directly in front of the door to speak up once again.

"i didn't mean it, baby, ya gotta know that." he says. you only shook your head before replying.

"if you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have said it at all."

"i was bein' stupid, only wanted ta make piss ya off enough." he explains, stuttering here and there.

you chuckle dryly, "well you got what you wanted, yeah?"

"n-no, i didn't mean that, i want ya to stay..." he tries, oh god, he tries so hard.

but nothing could have prepared him for the words to fall out of your mouth next,

"i'm leaving." you exhale. "i'll grab the rest of my shit tomorrow."

no.. no!

atsumu's world was falling apart, and he was doing nothing to salvage it?

"no wait baby, please. we can talk this out, yeah?" he tries to grasp your hand, but you only snatch it away.

you look at him.

tear-stained cheeks with red puffy eyes. atsumu's heart ached at the sight.

you sigh.

were you really going to leave him?

you're not ready to let him go, and the way he's beggging you to stay gives you a silver of hope.

"we'll talk when i get back." atsumu wasn't happy but that's the best it was gonna get. "get your shit straight 'til then."

he complies with ease.

you open the front door and walk out on him.

his heart ached. it felt like it got ripped out of his chest and crushed right before him.

but, he couldn't help it. he deserved it after all.

a few days had pass.

atsumu was beginning to think you've given up on him.

his heart stung at the thought, and tears prickled his eyes.

that was until the door swung open, revealing you.

his stood up so fast, rushing to reach for you.

he was right in front of you, taking in your scent and appearance.

bags under your eyes, and you look tired as hell.

"i missed you, 'tsum."

he his heart did a leap when he heard that..

you wrapped your arms around him as if he'd been gone for years.

he reciprocated. how could he not? he missed you so much it physically hurt to be without you. he could never picture his life the same without you in it.

he gasped into your hair, thanking every god and deity he could. he thanks them for bring his baby back to him.

now that you're back in his arms, he swears with his life that he'll never let you walk out with tears in your eyes that way again.

"i love you, baby." he whispers. "thank ya for coming back ta me."

he cradles you in his arms, hoping that he'll never have to let go again.

[likesomanywrecksdo]

fun fact: full moon made me throw up (srsly)

ALSO SPOILERSSSSSS FOR FULL MOON (HELLUVA BOSS S2 EP8)!!! DON'T READ IF U HAVEN'T WATCHED PLSSS

STOLITZ PART 1/2- STOLAS IN FULL MOON

I AM NOT A STOLAS HATER, I LOVE STOLAS WITH ALL MY HEART (i have two hearts, one for stolas and one for blitzø). JUST WANTED TO POINT OUT SOME THINGS HE COULD'VE HANDLED BETTER IN FULL MOON.

Look, I feel SO BAD that Stolas' beautiful love confession was (in Stolas' POV) basically ridiculed and that his first "ily" was a complete joke. I love Full Moon because it explored the many facets of both character's and their complexities.

So let's talk abt where Stolas went wrong in Full Moon (making a part abt Blitzø too, dw nobody is safe heheh)

Stolas knows this is a hard conversation, he's taken into account IMP and keeping it alive and everything but the way he approached the actual topic (deal getting cut off) was very rash. Stolas does not think wisely about his words ("i need it back...permanently" (18:15) + "there's no need, i've made up my mind" (18:39)). Even though Stolas is giving him an out, he does not understand the leverage he has over Blitzø. This is the main thing I noticed abt Stolas in Full Moon, He seems to have come to a realization abt how wrong their deal is but has not come to terms abt how wrong their dynamic is. So when Stolas was pouring his heart out abt how he "wants Blitzø to stay", he is not realizing that Blitzø still has not had time to process him taking away the book in the first place and saying Blitzø does not need to fuck him anymore. This is something that Stolas and only Stolas could ever have the power to do bc of the power dynamic between them. Stolas think he's doing Blitzø a favour but all he's doing is reminding Blitzø that no matter how hard he has worked, it can all dissapear at Stolas' command.

"Blitzø, I think so very highly of you....i didn't realize you think so low of me" (HES CRYING FROM BOTH PAIR OF EYES, MY BABYYYYY)

Stolas babe, if you call someone ur little impish plaything, literally hide ur face with a menu when u get spotted in public with him, literally give him no choice but to fuck you in order to have a livelihood and successful business, HOW IS THAT TELLING HIM U THINK HIGHLY OF HIM? Look, i get it, Stolas does rlly care abt Blitzø, but the problem is, Stolas doesn't see his actions as harmful, he sees the deal as harmful. Stolas doesn't understand that such a huge power, stature and literal socio-economic gap is going to cause some issues that no crystals can fix. Stolas' ingrained bigotry towards imps as well as desperation to escape from his awful marriage cause him to be impulsive and abuse that power, unconsciously.

Stolas' biggest character flaw is his impulsiveness. He realised his sexuality extremely late and now is trying to experience as many things as possible to get back his childhood. He did it through the deal so he could find enjoyment in one thing in his life as well as experience a pivotal point in his queer awakening. The Full Moon Talk, despite being under the guise of maturity, is just as impulsive as the arrangement. Stolas is expecting a certain answer and expecting it immediately. Stolas has had time to understand his emotions and he knew exactly what he wanted to say before Blitzø came. Blitzø came in blind and Stolas knows he's bad with his feeling EVERYONE KNOWS BC IT'S SO OBVIOUS, so the fact that Stolas was expecting some grand love confession when Stolas literally speedrun the difficult parts of the conversation is unfair.

[nicoise]

a kiss to prove you dont have feelings for them !!!!!!!

In an unexpected turn of events, Blaine was manning the kissing booth. 

It was possible he’d lost a bet. But he sat behind the counter looking completely at ease among the chapstick tubes and the breathmints and the stupid little privacy curtain. A tacky pink sign decorated with glitter hearts read, PUCKER UP TO SUPPORT MUSIC NITE. It was a dollar for a cheek kiss, five for a “friendly peck,” and ten for “ten seconds in heaven.”

Blaine was an equal opportunity kisser and the booth was quickly becoming a main attraction of the club fair. Kurt found it inexplicably embarrassing, like finding out an indie artist you kept to yourself had gone mainstream. 

“It’s really weird that you’re not lining up with the rest of them,” said Santana. “I thought you’d be salivating at the chance to plant one on his doe-eyed oblivious face.”

Kurt bristled. “You make me sound like such a pervert.”

“Well, aren’t you? I bet you couldn’t follow the rules if you were paid to.” At Kurt’s pointed look she said, “What, you think admin would let this happen unchecked? There’s no touching, no tongue, and no going past ten seconds. They have a timer and everything. Literal buzzkill.”

“That’s not what I meant. I can be normal about kissing Blaine,” Kurt said, offended. “I am so normal about kissing Blaine. I just - don’t want to.”

Santana looked unconvinced. “Because you’re incapable of being normal about it.”

“No. Because - because…” Kurt had the feeling that everything he said was playing into Santana’s hands. Santana was about to say something smug but he cut her off. “Shut it. Give me ten dollars and if you’re right I’ll pay you back twenty.”

“Thirty.”

“Twenty five.”

Santana pouted. “Fine.” She fished out a ten dollar bill from an implausible pocket in her skintight dress and did the annoying thing where she held it out to Kurt but hung onto it until Kurt snatched it from her. “Stay safe,” she yelled obnoxiously after him.

So Kurt found himself lining up behind a guy from his music theory class and a group of girls he recognized from Blaine’s social circle. He told himself he could always step out of line and make off with the money but he knew he wouldn’t.

Actually, Kurt let himself be so easily convinced because he felt that one kiss, surrounded by people he knew in passing and constricted by the bureaucracy of a fundraiser, would cure him of romantic delusions. Kurt had too much experience with unrequited love to make the same mistake again, and for all Blaine smiled at him and opened doors for him he was like that with everyone. So it wasn’t a crush. Just an illusion Kurt meant to break.

Kurt was almost at the front of the line when Blaine saw him and gave him a quick blinding smile. Then Blaine turned to take the ten dollar bill from the music theory guy. Was it the same smile he’d given Kurt? There was no time to wonder. Kurt watched as Blaine said something that made the guy give a flustered little nod and then Blaine kissed him. It looked slightly awkward, over the counter, otherwise not touching. Then it was over. Nod, smile, parting wave, not even a trace of a blush on Blaine’s face.

Kurt had signed up to be given the same charity kiss, the same nod, smile, wave. He stepped up to the counter.

“Kurt, hey! Are you here to support the music festival or did you come to see me?” Blaine grinned shamelessly.

It was a joke. He was joking. Kurt retorted, “Are you here to support the music festival or did you lose a bet?”

“Well, Sam was originally supposed to do it, but he has mono, so…” Blaine shrugged, slipping back on script. He gestured at the pink sign. “You have the choice of - “

Kurt slid the ten dollar bill across the counter. There was nothing he felt he could say.

Blaine glanced at it, then at him. There was something oddly heavy in his gaze before it smoothed into what Kurt could only call customer service. He went over the rules while Kurt thought of Sam, and Finn, and the music theory guy, and how there were no stakes in this, no destination.

“Do you want a breathmint?”

Kurt shook his head.

“Okay. Are you ready?”

Kurt was lost for words. What was this, a flu shot? 

Blaine caught Kurt’s look of disdain and genuine humor slipped through the protocol. There he was, amused, beautiful. He leaned in, inches away from Kurt’s face. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispered.

Kurt stood paralyzed, trying desperately not to let on that his heart was in his throat, waiting, unwilling to want. Then they were kissing. 

It was the most anxiety Kurt had ever felt kissing someone. Usually it was easy. It was something to do well, to make good. This wasn’t like that at all.

Blaine’s lips were soft from chapstick. He kissed closemouthed, but so tenderly it felt inappropriate, and he trembled in a way that couldn’t be construed as casual. Kurt couldn’t help himself and broke the hands-off rule to put his hands on Blaine’s shoulders, and Blaine relaxed into the kiss so sweetly with just that one touch it made Kurt’s head spin.

There was no way it was like this for anyone else. The crush, or whatever, that Kurt didn’t want to feel, or only felt occasionally, became undeniable like this, breath caught painfully between them, a sweetness so sharp it stung. 

The timer went off. Ten seconds. Kurt let go of Blaine and stepped back, feeling like all the blood in his hands had rushed to his face. He was aware of every point of contact on his skin, the way his clothes rested on him, and wanted so badly to touch Blaine on the other side of the counter that it felt like he’d develop telekinesis willing it to happen.

Through the white noise of the catcalls, Kurt managed to say, “That wasn’t a charity kiss.”

“No,” Blaine admitted. “It wasn’t.” He was dazed and flushed down his neck. Probably everyone was staring. “You should take your money back. I don’t want it.”

“It’s Santana’s money.” Kurt knew he was being awful but clung to it as a way out. “She convinced me - ” He couldn’t say it.

“Don’t try to tell me that meant nothing,” Blaine said, but he said it uncertainly, like he was asking. 

It was terrifying, what that did to Kurt. He opened his mouth to say those exact words, “it meant nothing,” but his gaze caught on how Blaine was running his tongue over his lips like he wanted another taste. A gut-punch of longing stole his breath. Kurt leaned in, heart pounding, feeling half crazed, and said in Blaine’s ear, “If I told you to abandon your post right now, would you do it?”

Blaine was nodding before Kurt was even done talking. He flipped the sign to CLOSED, pulled Kurt around to his side of the counter, and slid the privacy curtain shut in front. 

Kurt saw what he meant to do. “You’re crazy,” he said, laughing, helpless, but let Blaine take him by the hand as they made a run for it through the back of the booth.

Then they were outside. It was a blazing sun-soaked afternoon and Blaine let Kurt push him against the wall in the middle of the hall and kiss him and kiss him until they ran out of breath, and if there was a destination Kurt felt with stunning certainty they had arrived.

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still taking prompts if anyone wants to send me any !!

[renlyslittlerose]

can i request explicit teasing under a desk/table from the obikin prompts?

Ask and you shall receive!

Hand job, exhibitionism, facials, and orgasm denial under the cut~ 💗

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Anakin felt Obi-Wan’s hand on his thigh beneath the desk.

Tensing, he glanced over at Obi-Wan. His eyes were still trained on the datapad in front of him, his expression relaxed as he continued to read, seemingly unaware of where his hand currently was. Sparing a glance around the archives, Anakin noted that they were almost alone save for a few fellow Jedi partitioned about the other desks further away.

Obi-Wan’s hand remained where it was, warm and sturdy across his thigh but otherwise unremarkable.

Anakin returned to his studies.

Obi-Wan’s hand began to move.

Anakin tensed again.

“Master…” he whispered, leaning in to try and catch Obi-Wan’s attention.

Obi-Wan didn’t glance up from his pad and simply continued to rub up and down Anakin’s thigh with deliberate slowness. His palm was hot, the callouses on his fingertips catching bits of the fabric of Anakin’s trousers, causing unnecessary friction now and again. Biting the inside of his cheek, Anakin stared at Obi-Wan, trying to regulate his breathing while sending signals through their bonds that just this small touch was doing things to him. In the archives of all places.

Just as Anakin was about to literally throw himself upon Obi-Wan’a datapad to get him to at least look at him, Obi-Wan’s hand stalled out. Right over-top Anakin’s cock.

He jerked slightly and looked hurriedly around the room, just as his cock twitched in interest, pushing slightly up against Obi-Wan’s palm.

No one was looking their way, but Anakin felt as if all eyes were on the two of them. His cheeks burned bright and he bit back a moan as his cock pulsed again. Poking their bond, Anakin was met with a blank wall, and when he looked back at Obi-Wan he was still scrolling through the information in front of him, expression impassive and eyelids slightly droopy from boredom.

“Obi-Wan,” he hissed, hoping the use of first names would do something.

It did. Only not in the way Anakin was quiet hoping.

Obi-Wan started squeezing him.

Holding back another moan, Anakin gripped the edges of his own datapad and bucked up into Obi-Wan’s hand. Another wave of pleasure mixed with sheer embarrassment flooded Anakin’s system, his toes curling in his boots as he pushed up again, rubbing his cock against Obi-Wan’s hand in hurried, circular motions. Further away someone coughed, and Anakin’s attention dashed over to them, but the person was lost in among the stacks.

“I can stop,” Obi-Wan said quietly.

Anakin glanced back over at him. He was still reading his datapad, but Anakin could see the smallest of tension in the corner of his jaw. For a second Anakin did want to tell him to stop. Obi-Wan’s complete lack of decorum was sort of freaking Anakin out. Obi-Wan didn’t even like having sex with the blinds open at the Temple, fearing someone might fly by and see them tangled up together in a position that most certainly was not part of the Jedi Sparring Handbook.

But Obi-Wan’s hand felt so good.

“D-don’t stop,” Anakin whimpered.

The corner of Obi-Wan’s lips curled upward, and he glanced up from his datapad to give the room a quick once-over before he went back to his reading and his stimulation. He gripped Anakin once more, squeezing his length before slipping further down to cup his balls through his trousers. Anakin’s cock twitched again and pushed against the seam, precome spilling out to wet the front. Gripping his datapad again, he tried to breath evenly through his nose but knew that if anyone even looked at him, they’d instantly think something was going on.

His cheeks were already burning, the skin on the back of his neck damp with sweat. And he couldn’t help but move, little twitches of his hips as he ground himself against Obi-Wan’s hand and forearm. Eyes falling closed, Anakin bit his bottom lip and got lost in the sensation - of his cock twitching beneath Obi-Wan’s firm, steady touch, the flutter of his pulse against the collar of his robes, and Obi-Wan’s excitement through their bond as he finally dropped his walls and let Anakin in.

When Obi-Wan pulled him out of his trousers, Anakin dropped his datapad and moaned quietly, his hands flattening on the table as he tried to keep himself under control. The cool air was pleasant across his length, already covered in sticky seed and hot to the touch. Obi-Wan’s hand dropped down to his thigh, rubbing and kneading the tense muscles while Anakin’s cock was left to the open air, bouncing with each frantic heartbeat.

Glancing over at Obi-Wan, Anakin saw that he had finally ripped his attention away from his research long enough to look down at Anakin’s cock. A pearl of precome beaded up, and Anakin watched Obi-Wan’s gaze as he followed it down Anakin’s length before pooling at the banding of his trousers.

“Pull your balls out,” Obi-Wan said quietly, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Anakin almost came right then, but managed to keep himself together and did as instructed. Hissing as he brushed his length, he dipped his hand inside and pulled his balls out, hooking them over the banding. When he looked back up, Obi-Wan had returned to his reports, but the flush to his cheeks told Anakin he enjoyed the sight.

“Touch me,” Anakin pleaded. His voice was strained and sounded riotous to his ears, but when he glanced around the space again no one was paying them any mind.

Obi-Wan scrolled through his files for a moment longer, hand still firm along his thigh, before he finally gave in and grasped Anakin’s length.

Anakin swallowed his moan and instead curled over on the table, back hunched as he thrust up into Obi-Wan’s lazy grip. He was barely touching Anakin, the circle of his fingers frustratingly loose, and yet it felt so good. Pushing into his touch, Anakin humped up into Obi-Wan’s grasp as subtly as he could, his hips twitching as he tried to get some pressure around his length.

Obi-Wan finally gave in and grasped him a little firmer, stalling his movements. Anakin let out a soft moan as Obi-Wan’s thumb pressed against the spongy, wet head of his cock, while his pointer finger rubbed the ridging along the underside of it. Toes curling, he bit the inside of his cheek when Obi-Wan pushed into the slit, precome spilling out to wet his cock further, creating the most obscene sounds when Obi-Wan started stroking him in full.

His touch was still light, his wrist loose as he casually stroked Anakin. All the while his attention remained fully on his datapad.

Anakin didn’t care anymore. Obi-Wan could pretend he was the perfectly prim and proper Jedi all he wanted - Anakin knew the truth. It was hard not to, when he was currently fondling Anakin’s cock in the middle of the archives.

Staring down at his own reports Anakin tried to focus on looking at least somewhat put together, even as Obi-Wan dropped his hand and started rolling his balls in the palm of his hand, tugging now and again as if to remind Anakin that what was inside them was all his.

Pleasure roiled around inside Anakin, mixing with Obi-Wan’s own as their signatures tangled up in the Force. Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s own arousal as if it were his own, thick like honey in his belly, coiling around his own cock, making him spill another tendril of precome out, sullying Obi-Wan’s hand further as it dripped across his fingers and along his knuckles.

The teasing went on for what felt like forever. Obi-Wan would stroke him for a spell, touch featherlight but still firm, his wrist loose as he squeezed on the upswing before relaxing as he went downward. He’d stop and play with the head for a bit now and again, calloused fingertips running along the ridging before pushing into the slit, Anakin’s gaze transfixed as he watched Obi-Wan’s pale fingers contrast with the red, swollen head of his cock.

Any time Anakin bucked up, Obi-Wan would pull away, stopping his movements in his tracks. It wasn’t until Obi-Wan’s scrolling finished that Anakin realized he was delaying Anakin’s orgasm until he’d reached the end of his reports.

“You asshole,” Anakin whimpered, and he almost smashed his head against the table when Obi-Wan squeezed the base of his cock and held.

“Shh, darling. We’re in the archives. Mind your tone.”

When he tried to grasp Obi-Wan, his hand was batted away like he was some child trying to steal a sweet treat, and when he tried to hump into Obi-Wan’s touch he was stopped, grip firm along the base of his length or around his balls. And all the while their fellows in the archives seemed completely oblivious to the goings on of Master Kenobi and his former Padawan - the morally upstanding one, and his degenerate pupil who didn’t know when to sit and when to bark at the right times.

If only they knew where their Master’s hand was.

“Please,” Anakin pleased after another five minutes of teasing. His cock was hurting down, his balls drawn up tight against the base, groin sticky with spilled precome and sweat. He was barely sat upright, his thighs trembling, the insides of his cheeks sore from abuse, and any time he drew breath it was ragged and wet, tears threatening the corners of his eyes.

Obi-Wan spared Anakin a quick glance before he retracted his hand completely. Anakin was about to scream out with desperation and throw Obi-Wan down on the table, but Obi-Wan calmed him with a quick flicker in their bond and a steady hand along the back of his neck.

“Cover yourself and follow me,” he mumbled as he stacked his datapads together and stood.

Anakin tucked himself back inside his trousers, hissing as his length touched the rough material. He too stood, and with no small amount of discomfort followed Obi-Wan out of the archives and into the nearest empty room. As soon as the door was shut, Obi-Wan was turning around, hands frantic along the tight collar of his tunic. He ripped it open, exposing his hairy chest and broad shoulders. When he collapsed on his knees in front of Anakin, Anakin knew exactly what he wanted.

Pulling himself back out, Anakin stroked his cock furiously, his eyes locked with Obi-Wan’s as Obi-Wan stretched his neck and looked up at Anakin with such hunger, Anakin thought he might pass out before he could get his release.

Toes curling, Anakin watched as Obi-Wan began pinching his nipples, and it took very little after that before the dragging, pulling sensation around his cock finally gave way to release. Moaning loudly, Anakin spilled thick ribbons of come along Obi-Wan’s chest and throat, coating his flushed skin in his seed. More come spilled out, and he had enough presence of mind to aim it on to Obi-Wan’s jaw and mouth, strips of it catching in the hair of his beard and the tip of his eager tongue as it slipped out to clean away the mess.

When he was done he collapsed against the wall and let out a strangled sob. Closing his eyes, he breathed steadily through his nose even as he stood trembling, his knees shaking and his calves tensing. When Obi-Wan stood, Anakin let him bring him in for a tight hug. Once stern, teasing hands became soft and soothing as Obi-Wan pet his hair and rubbed his back, praising words slipping past his lips as he told Anakin just what a good boy he’d been, how well he’d done, how good he was to Obi-Wan.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” Anakin mumbled in return.

Obi-Wan just laughed.

[wildissylupus]

It's kinda saying a lot that Cassidy who was in a literal gang that went around robbing and killing is basically saying "this is fucked up and we shouldn't do this" about Blackwatch's most especially Reyes' actions.

Essentially he went from one bad place (Deadlock) to a worse one (Blackwatch), but this one somehow pretends to be heroes and sort of is government approved in a way.

By the way you cannot tell me Jack didn't know what was going on in Blackwatch and what it was doing. At that point he would have to knowingly look away to not notice it.

Also: why tf are they recruiting teenagers? Cassidy was like 17 when they forced him to join. A literal child soldier. What the actual-

Wonderful idea: Put the orphan child soldier with the worse criminals and put him on live endangering missions that force him to do even worse stuff than in the literal gang and he cannot say no, because Blackwatch essentially owns him.

How did no one in Overwatch not bat an eye??????? How can they claim innocence????? When everything is right in front of them?????

The thing is...people did disapprove.

In Declassified it's revealed that when Cassidy was brought on there was concern about Cassidy being a minor, I do also think that a big part of it was how closed off Blackwatch was and Cassidy's own past probably contributed to not a lot of people not being concerned enough about his hiring. I would also like to point out that the only person who talks to Cassidy about retiring is Torbjorn, and considering that out of the old guard he was likely the only one to have a child close to Cassidy's age, it wouldn't surprise me if Torbjorn was one of those people who disagreed with Cassidy going on missions so young, again, specifically the type of missions Cassidy was going on.

There's also the fact that the three people most involved with Cassidy being in Overwatch, Jack, Gabe and Ana, wouldn't have seen this as out of the ordinary. Jack joined the military the moment he could, Reyes graduated collage ahead of schedule and likely started as a detective young and the Amari's were a military family, meaning Ana likely joined the military young too. Does this excuse how Cassidy was treated? Absolutely not. Despite all of this all three of them would have been put under regular military regulations, and so was Cassidy if it wasn't for the fact that those "vacations" (secret Blackwatch missions) included Cassidy.

When it comes to that do I think that Jack knew? No, at that point in time I don't think Jack knew what type of missions Cassidy was being put on. However do I think that later Jack chose to turn a blind eye to this kind of stuff? Absolutely, the big reason likely being that he trusted Reyes's judgment. It wasn't until Cassidy told him what was going on during the Rialto mission that he likely fully knew the truth.

When it comes to Cassidy's opinion on Blackwatch and Deadlock specifically it's also very contrasting. We honestly never hear Cassidy talk negatively about Deadlock as a whole, he talks about a fond memory with Ashe about a heist, he misses the simplicity of Deadlock, he talks about Bars, he looks back at Deadlock and thinks positively about it. Meanwhile we hear basically nothing about Blackwatch, and when we do it's usually negative. He missed Overwatch sure, it's why he's back and it's why he's staying, but Blackwatch was a completely different situation. A situation he didn't like.

[asirensrage]

Limerence

Title: Limerence

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Rating: T?

Pairing: Haitani Rindou x Unnamed!Undescribed!FemaleOC

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Swearing. Slight obsession. A little stalking. Voyerism? Unbeta'd

Summary: It feels like forever since he’s seen her like this. Maybe that’s because of juvie but…he’s missed it. He doesn’t even know her name. 

Notes: This is the cutest thing I've written in a long time. I hope you enjoy it. I did. It's from his pov. Please let me know what you think.

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“You staring at her again?”

“Fuck off,” he says, not looking back towards his brother. He’s leaning against the window slightly, gaze soft as he watches her in her apartment. They’ve lived across from each other for years. He can hear the soft thump of the bass of the music she’s blasting. It’s not loud enough for him to make out what song it is, but she’s jumping around and dancing, singing along as she cooks. It feels like forever since he’s seen her like this. Maybe that’s because of juvie but…he’s missed it. He doesn’t even know her name. 

His brother leans in, face next to his, looking to where his gaze is lingering. “She’s still cute. You think she knows she has a stalker?”

Rindou shoves Ran away. “Fuck off,” he snarls. “I’m not a stalker.”

“No? You’ve been obsessed with her since you first noticed her.” 

He tries not to flush in embarrassment. Of course Ran knew that. His brother knew everything that went on in Rindou’s life and it was both amazing and awful. The two of them did everything together but this…this was something that was only Rindou’s. At least it was supposed to be.

Rindou gets up, moving away from the window, despite the fact that his mind is still on the way she moves so freely. Her blinds are always open during the day as if she has no care that people can see her. He wants to know what clubs she goes to, if he can find a way to meet her naturally on the street. He wants to feel her pressed up against him, smiling at him the way she does as her pet. He wants to know what she’s like in real life…if she’s as outgoing in real life as she looks. 

Ran laughs. “Why don’t you just go knock on her door? Tell her you’ve been watching her and think she’s cute!” Rindou ignores him and leaves, slamming the door shut behind him. 

He’ll never admit how much he thinks about her. Especially not to Ran. He does though. He daydreams sometimes about what it would be like to be in her apartment with her, to see her dancing in his kitchen as he plays music for her. He thinks about taking the headphones off from around his neck, placing them gently on her head and playing one of the songs he’s created. He wants to know what she thinks about it, if she likes it, if it would make her move…

🎧

So when he does finally, literally, run into her outside on the street, completely by accident, Rindou is struck silent when she grins at him and apologizes. She raises her eyebrows, her smile growing a little wider as she looks at him. 

“You alright?”

“What? Yeah!” he says, head shaking slightly as he tries to pull himself out of the shock. His cheeks heat as he realizes he’s making a fool out of himself in front of her. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he tries to recover. He grins at her, “You good?”

She looks at him like she’s aware that he’s trying to play it off. “I’m good,” she agrees.

He clears his throat and looks away, wanting to run a hand through his hair. He stops himself though, shoving his hands in his pockets and grateful that Ran isn’t with him to see this train wreck. “You uh…live near?” he asks, lying through his teeth like he doesn’t know exactly where she lives. Fuck. Ran is right. He is a stalker. 

“Yeah,” she says but doesn’t elaborate. He can’t blame her. 

“Me too. My brother and I live in that building over there.” He points it out, partly to reassure her he’s not some random creep and partly because he wants her to know. He wants her to be as curious about him as he is about her. 

“Oh!” She blinks in surprise. “Really? How long have you lived there? Did you just move in?”

“Ah…” he’s pretty sure she breaks his heart with that question. “No, we…we’ve lived there for years.”

“Really? I’ve never seen you around before,” another strike to his heart. “-nd I usually see a lot, I would’ve noticed you-” She pauses before she covers her mouth like she didn’t intend to say it out loud.” Never mind. His heart might just be repaired.  “I mean, walking my dog,” she says quickly. “I usually see a lot of people when I take him out.” 

“I would’ve noticed you too,” he says, grinning a little wider. 

She bites her lip at that, looking away. Fuck, she’s cute. Cuter in person too. Especially when she’s clearly flustered by him. 

“I’m Rindou,” he introduces himself. He doesn’t know if she knows what he and his brother do, or why they’re famous in Roppongi, but he doesn’t want her scared off before he gets the chance to know her. 

“Hi Rindou,” she says, voice a little softer, a little sweeter. It’s enough to make his stomach clench. 

“Hi,” he repeats, not looking away. He just wants to lean down, to see if she tastes as good as he imagined considering how much fucking better she was in person already. 

She introduces herself, saying a name that he repeats twice just to make sure he memorizes it and to cherish the way it sounds and feels when he says it. If he thinks about how good their names sound together, or how good hers sounds with his last name…he’d rather die before he admits that to anyone. 

“You just coming home?” he asks, motioning to the cloth grocery bag she’s carrying. 

“Yeah, just did some shopping. You?”

“Nah, heading to the gym. You…can I take you out sometime?” He asks before he loses his nerve and before his brother can show up and whisk her away without even meaning to. Is she single? He never considered her not being so, but it’s fine. If she isn’t he can deal with that. One way or another. 

She blinks at him in surprise before she tries to stop herself from smiling. He grins at the tension in her cheeks and how she’s dragging her teeth over her bottom lip again. He really wants to taste it. 

“Um, yeah,” she says, finally giving into the smile. It’s like being faced with the sun. Bright and warm and renewing. She nods as if to reaffirm her choice. “Yeah,” she repeats. “Maybe we can exchange numbers first? Then plan something? I wouldn’t want to keep you from the gym.”

��It can wait,” he says, digging out his phone from his pocket. He unlocks it, opens his contacts and hands it over to her. 

She takes it and his fingers slide against hers as she does. They feel soft and warm, and he has to shove down the automatic thought of how soft her skin probably is in other areas….or how her hands would feel touching him. 

He watches as she types in her name and her number. She calls herself before she hands it back, refusing the call on her own phone as he takes it. 

“Now I have your number too,” she smiles softly. 

“Good,” he says, meaning it completely. “Good.” He stares at her for a moment, wishing he could say more but he knows he can’t. He doesn’t want to freak her out and he really, really, doesn’t want to ruin this. Not when he’s finally talking to her. 

“Okay, Rindou, I…I should go in. Put this in the fridge.”

He takes a deep breath and nods. “Yeah, right. I should…I’m meeting a friend,” he says. “A guy friend. We work out together,” he explains quickly, not wanting her to get the wrong idea. 

She giggles slightly at him and he tries to burn the memory of the sound into his brain. He wants to hear it again. He wants to hear every sound she makes. “Okay,” she says, grinning at him. “Text me when you have time.”

“I will,” he promises like he’s not going to have to quell the urge to message her immediately once they part ways. “Say hi to your dog for me.”

“I will,” she says, biting her lip again. She’s going to drive him crazy. He knows it. He’s going to fantasize about her lips and the way she might leave bite marks on him. Okay, he really needs to leave before he does something stupid. 

“Okay,” he says because he doesn’t actually want to say goodbye. 

She grins again. “Bye Rindou.”

“Bye,” he sighs before he realizes what he’s done. He clears his throat and looks away, cheeks heating in embarrassment again. He grins sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck. She laughs lightly before turning and leaving. Rindou watches her go before he has to shake the thoughts out of his head and he forces himself to head to the gym. He needs the distraction now…if only to keep himself from gloating that he has a date with his dream girl. He can’t wait. 

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[flying-nightwing]

Love for a Bat (in the Modern Age)

Hi 😳😳😳 It's been a while, how's everybody doing? So um, yeah. Sorry about that long absence. Life, y'know. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little warm up piece even though it came out approximately 4 days too late for Valentine's day. But hey, another one to add to the Nightshade!batsis collection ;)

Pairing: batsis!reader x batfam

Word count: 2734

Warnings: semi bad language

Summary: The bat boys have noble intentions in love, but severely lack the capacity to prioritize their own well being when faced with the choice between a date and saving the city. Luckily for them, this year they have you to help out.

Dick’s frantic entrance in the cave was anything but subtle. He climbed down the stairs so fast it sounded like he was literally tumbling down and kept muttering shit shit shit over and over again under his breath. Or not so much, as someone up on the second floor could probably hear him as clear as day. 

“I am in so much trouble”

In any other circumstances, you would have worried about how frantic and desperate he sounded. Yet, you suppressed a self satisfied grin and spun your chair around to face him. Dick was either becoming more predictable with age, or just just knew him that well. Either way, he would soon find out his emergency wasn’t one. You just wanted to enjoy making your big brother squirm for a little bit longer. 

“What’s up Dickie?” You asked with your most suspicious, best fake innocent voice, but it went right over his head. Poor thing must truly be distressed for him to miss so many clues. 

“I meant to call and make a reservation for tonight” He groaned, hiding his face behind his hands. “But then B called me on a case, then there was this whole Poison Ivy thing that took me out for like a week, and things kept on piling and now they’re full and Babs texted me earlier to confirm we were still on and I said yes but I have no idea how I’m gonna pull this oh my god I messed up so bad–”

“Hey, deep breaths” You cut him off as you stood up and went to him. “It was that dessert place, yes?”

The Sugarcloud Lounge had opened a little less than a year prior and had quickly become a must try in Gotham. You had dropped by one time your patrol had stretched until the morning light was well settled and was lucky enough to get your hand on a fresh out of the oven cupcake, and you could confirm, it tasted like it was a gift from the gods hand delivered to you specifically. They regularly hosted dessert tasting events, but their Valentine's Day Dessert Madness was probably the most anticipated of them all, their first time slot on the 14th having been completely booked in less than a day. The other time slots throughout the day had taken more time to book, but it would be foolish to hope there was anything left on the day of. 

Luckily for him, Dick liked to babble, informing you of that plan of his months ago, before the bookings even opened.

“Yeah” He sighed, his shoulders slumping. “She’s so excited to try out all those desserts. Especially the strawberry cream tartelette parfaite. That’s French for perfect tartlet, (y/n). I don’t think I have the strength to tell her I didn’t get a reservation”

“Oh, that’s terrible” You replied, patting his shoulder. “If only you had some sort of, I don’t know, awesome sister that knows you all too well and managed to get a reservation for two under your name as soon as the bookings opened.”

“Well, that’s–” He went still for a second as your words registered in his brain. Then, his face peeked out from his hands, his eyes as wide as saucers. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying your booking is at 8” You grinned, then let it drop completely. “Don’t be late”

Shock was still written all over his face as he fully understood the situation. You had pretty much just saved his ass and his whole Valentine’s day evening. Color returned to his skin and his eyes were bright again as a blinding smile slowly stretched on his lips. “Oh my god”

“Not quite, I’ll give you one more try–”

You barely saw him move as he swooped you in a bone crushing hug, lifting you off your feet. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you, holy shit, you’re the beeeeeeeest”

You couldn't help but laugh as he gently put you down on your feet. He was vibrating with newfound excitement, and it was adorable to watch. “You’re very welcome”

“I’m gonna make this up to you, I swear” 

“Make this up to me by not being late” You joked as you began pushing him toward the exit of the Batcave.”Now go get ready, shoo”

“Okay okay” He chuckled as he began jogging backward. “You’re the best, I love you!”

“Love you too, have fun!” You waved at him before he turned around to climb back up the stairs. 

You watched him retreat with a fond smile on your face, knowing your brother and one one your closest friend would have a great time where they would be able to prioritize their happiness for once without having the weight of the world on their shoulder. Besides, both Dick and Babs needed a little time off to breathe anyway. And if this pause was also surrounded by delicious godsent desserts, then it was all the better. 

“How long have you been standing there like a creep?”

Jason made a disinterested sound and stepped out of the shadows, walking until he was standing shoulder to shoulder with you, staring in the direction of where Dick disappeared. “Long enough. That was almost impressive, Cupid. Now he’s gonna take your side in every debate for months, no matter what stupid point you bring. Thanks”

You smirked. “Well, someone’s feeling the spirit of Valentine’s day tonight”

“It’s a stupid holiday to force people to think they need to buy gifts to prove they love their significant others” He scoffed, crossing his arms against his chest. “The only spirit I’m feeling is capitalism, and I’m not having fun”

You rolled your eyes at how dramatic he was being, then searched your jacket pocket until your fingers wrapped around a small flash drive. You held it up toward him. “This flash drive holds 25 of the best movies ever made by your standard. All director’s cut, original format and original language. Roy’s waiting for you at your place with a fifty for pizza” 

He didn’t answer for a few seconds.

“... If you want to, of course” You slowly began to pull back the drive towards you. “Valentine’s day being a shrine to capitalism and all–”

Quicker than lighting, he snatched the drive from your hands. You could have teased him at that moment, but you didn’t; it wasn’t your goal today. You’d get him another time, god knows there will be plenty of opportunities to do so in the near future. You watched him as he stared at the small red USB key, then up at you.

“Did you organize that?”

You shrugged. “Roy already had a mind to come. I paid for his plane ticket and pitched the movie idea to him. He told me which movie to compile, that’s all him”

He blinked one, then looked down. “That’s thoughtful” He mumbled, then spoke more clearly. “Thanks, Tiny Wing. It means a lot”

“Don’t mention it” You bumped his shoulder with yours. “Now go have fun. Say hi to Roy for me”

If you didn’t know better, you would have sworn it was a smile that formed on his lips. Either way, the way his face had lightened up in the last minutes was unmistakable. “Will do” He said as he nodded, then exited the cave the same way Dick had. 

You took a few steps back and leaned on the desk, and predictably, Bruce came in next with Alfred in tow. However, you raised an eyebrow at how Bruce was dressed. He was in full batsuit minus the cowl, his cape flowing behind him as he chatted with Alfred about the new firewall he installed on the computers. 

“Ah, (y/n), I was wondering if–”

“What’s that on you?” You cut him off, wagging a finger to his outfit. 

Bruce looked down at himself, slightly confused, as he patted the suit for anything amiss. He took the time to double check, then returned his eyes on you with question marks written all over them. “Uh, the batsuit?”

“Yeah” You replied. “Why do you have it on?”

He looked to Alfred, who gave him no clue whatsoever as to what you were on about. “... Patrol?”

You gave him a deadpan stare. It was obvious he would have tried something like that, and that’s why you had been in the cave for hours now to be sure to intercept him before he went out, but seeing it unfold in front of your eyes sure was something else. Unbelievable. “Bruce, you have a date with Selina in just a bit more than an hour”

“I know” He frowned. “I’m just doing a quick sweep around the city, just to make sure everything is alright, I have enough time”

“You most certainly do not” You shook your head. “Now get that off and go get ready”

He was taken aback for a second, then his frown returned a bit deeper. “The city always come first, (y/n), you know that”

“Nuh-uh. Not tonight” You stood your ground, resisting the urge to mimic Alfred’s subtle amused smirk. “Selina comes first tonight. Now go get changed, your nice suit she likes has been dry cleaned and ironed. Worry about not messing up your hair, nothing else”

“But–”

“NO BUTS” You shut him off. “Damian and I will take care of patrol tonight, I’ll be on watch and do it by your rules while you go on your date with Selina. That is non-negotiable dad, so don’t even try it”

He recoiled at the finger you practically jammed in his face, then looked to Alfred once again for help. “Where did she learn to be this threatening?”

Alfred, without missing a beat and without giving away any reaction, replied “I believe she learned it from you, Master Bruce”

Betrayal fell over Bruce’s face. “Alright, I see how it is. I am being kicked out of my own cave by my daughter. Fine, I’ll go”

You waited until he stomped out of the cave and shut the door close behind before letting out a sigh of relief. All things considered, forcing him not to go on patrol went pretty well. “Thanks for the assist, Alfred”

“It was merely an observation” His amused air returned. “You did most of the heavy lifting on this one, Master (y/n). I must congratulate you, your determination to make him uphold his commitment to Miss Selena was remarkable”

You brushed your hand dismissively. “You said it yourself, I just used his own medicine against him. Stubbornness runs in this family, what can I say”

“It does indeed”

“Now there’s only one left” You said as you glanced at the door. Usually, Tim arrived a little bit later, but you were surprised when you heard the door open so quickly after Bruce’s departure. “Ah, there he is”

Tim lazily jogged down the stairs in sweatpants, munching on a cookie and scrolling down his phone. He barely looked up to acknowledge you and Alfred before he popped in the chair beside you. He kept watching his phone until he felt your glance on him, after which he slowly looked up. He took in the usually busy cave at this time of the evening, only to find out it was empty. Well, beside Alfred, and you, who kept staring at him.

“Where’s everybody?” He finally asked.

“Preparing their Valentine’s day evening” You replied coolly. 

He scoffed. “Valentine’s day isn’t until next week, are they having an early all family dinner or what?”

You kept looking at him and shook your head. “Tim. It's today”

“No way, I literally checked my calendar this morning…” He trailed off as his eyes went wide. His thoughts were comically loud as he realized more time had passed than he had even realized, until panic took over his every features and made him shoot up on his feet “Fuck. FUCK. I didn't get Bernard anything”

“I know Timmy. That's why I rented the Gotham Aquarium for the night” You said as you held an arm forward to block his path, so he wouldn't run away from you. “You'll have a private tour and a dive with the rays. A car will pick Bernard up and drop him at the aquarium at 7 on the dot, so I suggest you get there first to greet him”

Oh yeah, that sent his brain into overdrive alright. “What”

“I know, I'm amazing” You grinned. 

“But. How?” He blinked rapidly. “You came up with that? For me? But why? And where did you even find the time to organize all this?”

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Tim. You're working so much that you black out and literally lose chunks of time. It's the least I can do to help you out and most importantly, give you some time off with Bernard. Things have been much quieter on my end lately, so it was no burden at all”

“It's literally the best date ever” Finally, a smile appeared on his face. “Thank you so much, I don't know how I'll ever repay you”

“Well, for a starter, I could meet him” You half joked. You hadn't met Bernard yet even after hearing so much about him; there was just never a right occasion for it. Still, you were curious about the boy who stole your favourite brother's heart. “For the rest, don't worry about it. Just have fun”

“Yeah definitely, for all of that” He gestured vaguely as he was already halfway out of the cave. “You’re the best, hands down, thank you!”

And then he ran off, already shrugging his hoodie off. You shook your head with a small smile and returned your attention on the city monitors to flag the more active sectors for the night and brief Damian as soon as he would be ready to go. You still had about half an hour until sunset and the boys were all taken care of, allowing you to take care of the last minute preparations for your run in peace of mind. 

“I must say, it is very kind of you, the way you helped out Master Timothy and Master Bruce” Alfred began quietly. You glanced at him over your shoulder and smiled. “I suppose you accorded the same favour to Master Richard and Master Jason?” 

“Yep” You nodded and returned your eyes to the screen. 

“Giving them all the night off was quite generous” He hummed. “Handling Gotham alone with Master Damian for the entire night won’t be an easy task, however”

“I know” You replied softly. “But I don’t really mind, not in these circumstances. All of them… They work hard enough and never take time for themselves or time with their partner. I just thought I could do that for them. It didn’t require much effort on my part, and if it can make them happy… They deserve it, and it’s all that matters right now”

You would so dangle it against them later to get what you want, but for now, you were just content with making sure they had an evening they could enjoy without worrying about patrol and crime. An evening for them. This life was a hard one, it took away a lot from all of you, mostly in the form of sucking out all happiness from interpersonal relations. You knew that as much as them, so it was only the right thing to do. You didn’t have a partner to go back to, or close friends to celebrate with who also wouldn’t be on a date tonight, so it was only fair to be the one to stay behind and take watch. And you were good with that, even if it meant you would take on more than you should.

“You know you deserve happiness too, right?”

Your smile faltered just a little bit. You didn’t want to think about how you were still single this year, or how you just couldn’t seem to keep relationships long enough to last until Valentine’s day. Maybe you went all out for your family to make yourself feel a little bit better through others’ happiness, or maybe you did it to distract yourself. But there was no point in envy or in delusion, not now, not ever. 

“Maybe one day, Alfred. Maybe one day”

[freckledjoes]

So just watched the last episode of Fargo and I am so sad for gator 😭 and Roy is a piece of shit for leaving him there. God I hate him so much. Also this is the season for women and I am loving it!!

Oh anon I went so off track here but I hadn't put my thoughts down about this all completely just yet so... bear with me? 😭 Just know that I agree with you if it's too long lmao. It was very sad to watch indeed. They set up his character to be one easy to dislike/hate and it's been interesting to watch how the strongest haters went from "How can you like Gator, you can pick any character of his to find hot why do you pick him." to "Fuck Gator but hello to Joe saying daddy." As if that's not the most performative fucking thing I've ever heard. Make up your mind or something. I think Gator has said shit that should make your blood boil, but the charm of characters like these is that they can also show that it's not all there's to them. Does that excuse their actions? No. But are they completely doomed and irredeemable? Also no, if you ask me. I find it kind of off-putting how people are so happy to see him get hurt. Like, if you really dwell on that for a bit. Roy is a scumbag and has done and continues to do terrible things, has some twisted belief that he has the right to do them. Gator grew up watching that man treat the women in his life horribly and has probably received abuse himself as well. Every safe haven he might have had, left him. His mom first, then Dot. The only 'reliable', 'stable' person was his dad. The only ways he got to see were his. He lacked a person in his life who could show him differently. When you look at the show, you wouldn't guess he's 27 due to his behavior. He's stuck at a point where he wants to be seen as worthy by the one person in his life that stuck around, as toxic as their relationship is. Throughout the show we see how he puts up this scumbag persona, but with the conversation between him and Dot you can quickly see how fragile he really is. He went out of his way to prove himself worthy by going after Munch, which, as stupid as it was, made a lot of sense from his perspective. And then, he fails, and he gets punished in a way that he, in my opinion, doesn't deserve. I don't think Munch would have treated him differently if he knew it was an accident either. He was doomed from the start being the son of Roy, who is really the one deserving of every punishment he's got coming to him. The fact that he literally just walked away from his blinded son, who is scared for good reason, who needs support now more than ever, is unsurprising but incredibly cruel. I think he may have a hand in (accidentally) killing Roy. Not by his own hands, but maybe simply by being 'in the way'. So yeah, long story short, I'm sad for him too and I despise Roy :) OFF TO THE POSITIVE: THE WOMEN. Love them all. Dot, Indira, Lorraine. Love them working together, it's about time. It's been so nice to watch them all stand up against men one way or another honestly <3

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IRRESISTIBLE CHAPTER TEN: WE NEED TO STOP WAKING UP LIKE THIS

pair: cmo!san/employee!oc word count: 2.4k chapter rating: pg-13 — sfw! genre: romance, drama

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Gyuri had a blinding headache when she awoke. She could barely open her eyes to see sunlight pouring into the room— which was definitely not her room; and she was definitely not alone. She felt someone’s arms wrapped around her, and while she knew and remembered what happened the night before, she prayed to herself that everything was a dream and that she slept with literally anyone else but the person she knew she slept with.

Yet, when she looked next to her at the source of the arms, her fear was confirmed. San’s face was right near hers, his chin pressed into the nook of her neck. He let out a tiny, happy exhale, his breath hitting her bare collarbone. Gyuri shivered and sunk further into his comfortable embrace, only for her to immediately snap out of that momentary bliss. She tried to get out of his arms, but that made the situation worse as he hugged her the tiniest bit tighter. He moved his nose into the nook of her neck and nuzzled himself into her. She felt his fingertips brush along the small of her back, and despite being unconscious, his lips left light kisses on her skin. His actions were turning her on at an alarming rate, causing her to freak out.

San’s hold on Gyuri was tightening with every movement of struggle she had against him. From the corner of her eye, she saw his face scrunch up in annoyance, his eyebrows pressing together. He was annoyed, but he was still somehow asleep. With one last final attempt, Gyuri decided to use her brain. She managed to turn in his arms and press her chest up right against his. She rubbed her knee lightly against his unclothed crotch, and she felt his entire body start to wake up. San opened his eyes slowly and stared right at Gyuri for a hot second before realization hit him. He quickly released the girl and moved away from her, his hands covering up the fact that he was turned on so early in the morning.

As Gyuri got out of bed and immediately started dressing herself, San freaked out and said loudly, “What the fuck?! Hwang Gyuri, what the fuck did you do to me?!”

“You wouldn’t wake up! You left me no choice! Also, you’re so freakishly strong, I couldn’t get out of your dumb hug!”

“Fuck!”

After Gyuri got completely dressed, San was able to make his boner go away, and he hurriedly got dressed as well. He lectured as he buttoned up his shirt, “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t do this anymore!”

“You think I wanted to do this?! What even happened last night?!” Gyuri shot right back.

“How should I fucking know?! I was plastered!”

“So was I, but we weren’t anywhere near each other, so how did we get here?! Also, where the fuck are we?!”

The two left the bedroom clothed. Gyuri searched for her purse while San looked around at the hotel suite. He paled as he realized, “Oh God… We’re in Yunho’s hotel suite.”

“Oh my fucking God…” Gyuri said as she stopped searching and collapsed on the couch. “How the fuck did that happen?!”

“I don’t know! I’m just as confused as you are! I’m trying to piece it together!” San said as he patted himself down. “Where the hell is my phone?”

San and Gyuri both searched for their belongings. Gyuri found her purse first, but San found his phone as Gyuri pulled her phone out of her bag. They both saw texts from their drinking buddy and read them out loud.

“Return the key to the front desk when you leave…” San read.

“Gyu, don’t you fucking dare do anything…”

The two sat on the couches opposite of each other. They pieced together everything that happened together.

“Okay, I know I went drinking with Seonghwa because I was mad about the plagiarism thing.”

“And I went drinking with Yunho for the same reason.”

“…Shit, I totally came onto Hwa last night,” Gyuri held her head.

“I must’ve been coming onto Yunho if he dropped me off here. He doesn’t know the address of my new place.”

“The last thing I can remember is Hwa was trying to get me a cab and trying to figure out my address but failing, and then I woke up here.”

“Wait, where did you go drinking last night?” San asked.

“The pub near the office building,” Gyuri recollected.

“Okay… Yunho and I were at the restaurant next door. I guess we all must have ran into each other, and I guess that Yunho told Hwa that the two of us could go to his suite because there are multiple bedrooms here.”

“And then…”

“We…”

The two trailed off. Gyuri stared at the ground. She was completely mortified. She swore to herself that she would never drink again, or she would not drink that much ever again.

“I…” Gyuri’s voice cracked as she broke the unbearable silence between them. “I’m going to quit.”

“What? Why?!”

“We’ve done this three times, Mr. Choi! That’s way too many times! I don’t even think I can face you at work anymore!”

“Hwang, this is never going to happen again,” San tried to assure her. “So don’t you dare quit on me!”

“Why not?! I thought you were mad that I plagiarized the proposal, so I might as well quit!”

“Ugh, you’re impossible!”

The two were standing and arguing. San ended up turning his head away from her, giving her a beautiful side view of his extremely chiseled face. She couldn’t help but swallow the pool of saliva ready to trickle out of her mouth. She gaped at him when he ran his fingers through his hair and huffed in frustration. She immediately averted her gaze when San looked back at her. At that point, if Gyuri didn’t get the hell out of there, she was definitely going to do something to her boss that she would one hundred percent regret. She quickly gathered her things and rushed to the door.

“I’ll see you at work, Mr. Choi,” she squeaked out after shoving her feet into her shoes.

“If you bring me a resignation letter, I will kill you.”

The stern threat from her boss in his low voice sent shivers down her spine, but not shivers of fear— shivers of excitement. She didn’t dare look at him as she responded, “Yes, sir…”

Gyuri caught a cab and rushed home. It was still early enough in the morning for her to get home, shower and look presentable, and then go to the office. She did her best to keep her mind off of the event of the previous night as she quickly got ready for work in her home and rushed to work.

However, she truly had the worst luck that day. She and San managed to arrive at the building at the exact same time. Gyuri felt so awkward around him, and the fact that they shared the same elevator made her want to fall over and die on the spot. She still refused to make eye contact with him, but she looked right at him briefly when he snapped his fingers in her face.

“Keep it together, Hwang,” San hissed.

His choice of tone was such a turn on for Gyuri that she just wanted the Earth to swallow her whole. She meekly nodded and averted her eyes once more. She tried to think about anything else just to calm her heart.

San stepped out of the elevator first the second the doors opened. Gyuri trailed behind, her head still in the clouds. She was only able to return to normal when she arrived at her desk clump and noticed Hana glaring at her so hard that she felt like the girl was burning a hole straight through her. Gyuri focused on starting her day, but she still had to address the girl.

“May I help you, Hana?” Gyuri asked, her eyes glued to her desktop screen as she logged in.

“No. You’ve done enough. Clearly.”

Hana’s curt, snarky responses caused Gyuri to lift one of her eyebrows. She finally turned and looked right at the girl as she asked calmly, “Do you have a problem with me?”

“Of course not.”

“Then maybe you should change your tone when talking to me.”

“How dare you!” Hana shot up out of her desk and held a fist, her limbs shaking with rage. Her voice shrilled as she said, “Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that?!”

Gyuri calmly stood up and crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing. “I’m older than you, and I’ve been here longer than you. You better show me some respect, got it?”

“I don’t believe I have to be respectful of someone in a lower position than me.”

“Then how about this, Hana. You can be the concept creator and the production designer if you think you’re so much better than me.”

“Mr. Jung! Can you do something about her?” Hana pointed a trembling finger at Gyuri.

By that point, everyone in the office was watching the altercation between the two women. They all looked towards Wooyoung, who also got to his feet. He looked at them with an exhausted look and said, “Hana, you need to be more respectful of your seniors.”

It took everything in Gyuri to not burst out into laughter, especially after seeing the mortified look on the girl’s face. Hana stammered, “She started it!”

“No, you did. I heard you earlier. You are being incredibly disrespectful to Gyuri for no reason. I recommend that you apologize to her,” Wooyoung’s voice got more stern.

At that point, Hana looked as if she was ready to burst into tears. She slammed her desk chair into her desk, grabbed her bag, and walked out of the office. An eerie silence settled upon the marketing department. Everyone's eyes slowly shifted onto Gyuri. She noticed that the attention was going to her, so she immediately bowed to everyone in the office and said, “I sincerely apologize for my lack of professionalism.”

There were a couple murmurs saying that it was okay because it was not her fault. Chanmi quickly made her way over to Gyuri and whispered, “Don’t be sorry, Gyuri. She just picked a fight with you for no reason. It’s her fault.”

“Gyuri,” Wooyoung approached Gyuri and Chanmi. “I’m so sorry about Hana’s behavior towards you. She had no right.”

“It’s fine, boss. She doesn’t bother me in the slightest,” Gyuri responded with a sigh.

Wooyoung patted Gyuri’s shoulder, and he and Chanmi returned to their respective desks. Gyuri sat down in her desk chair and let out a heavy sigh before San popped his head out of his office.

“Hwang, a word.”

Gyuri bit back an annoyed groan and reluctantly went to San’s office. She closed the door behind her, and the second she saw San, she realized that Hana’s outburst distracted her from the fact that her boss was getting her all hot and bothered. She sat robotically and stiffly in one of the chairs in his office and observed him guardedly. He clearly washed his hair that morning because his hair was still a little wet, which reminded Gyuri of the night of the thunderstorm. She felt her face start to heat up, and it did not help that San looked pissed as hell. She didn’t know if he was mad at her, but what bothered her more was that the look on his face was really revving her motor. She clenched her jaw and fiddled her thumbs as she desperately tried to subtly suppress her libido. She nearly lost all self control when he looked her in the eye.

“I believe you,” he said.

His statement completely took her off guard. She furrowed her eyebrows. “Eh?”

“I believe you… About the plagiarism thing, I mean,” he clarified.

“Why do you believe me all of a sudden…?”

“Well, for one, her angry outburst was very out of place, and two, I looked up the URLs. There are slight similarities between your proposals and the concepts from the websites, but only slight ones. The overall concept is still original. Some of the sets look a little similar to the ones you storyboarded, but I guess it is hard to not make all of them match, especially when they’re the dance sets,” San explained. “I’m sorry for not trusting you and just taking Yoon’s word for fact.”

Gyuri stared at the man in complete shock. She seriously was not expecting him to say any of that, and she especially did not anticipate him ever apologizing to her. San being the bigger person and owing up to his mistake was so minimal, but so amazing that Gyuri felt her whole body flush with warmth. She really wanted to take him right there and then, but she exercised a copious amount of self control to keep her seated.

“Thank you…” she whispered as she lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze.

“Also, I’ll speak with Yoon later. What she did was completely unprofessional.”

San laced his fingers together and rested his hands on his desk. He was very good at his job, but this was the first time Gyuri had ever actually looked at him when he was acting like a competent boss. She felt like she was about to burst, so she immediately stood up and bowed once he was done speaking so she could escape his office. Her hand was on the handle when she heard him ask, “Hwang, is everything okay?”

“Yeah! I just have to go to the bathroom,” she said with a sheepish laugh.

With that, Gyuri exited his office and rushed to the bathroom. She locked herself in one of the stalls and did her best to calm down, but there was really only one way she was going to be able to do that successfully, and that was by pleasuring herself. Gritting her teeth and swallowing her humiliation, Gyuri started stroking herself. She felt extremely pathetic, but it truly was the only way for her to return to normalcy— she couldn’t imagine going through the whole work day being turned on so intensely. She finished and exited the stall, her head hung in shame. She scrubbed her hands with soap for well over twenty seconds, her mind drifting off to other various topics to get her to be a normal, functioning human of society; however, the thought of an angry San popped into her mind, turning her on all over again. Gyuri cursed to herself as she left the bathroom and the building entirely. She bought a new pack of cigarettes and a lighter and burned through a cigarette quickly, her hands shaking the entire time. This seriously was not good for her.

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