#lets talk about how they cut out the shots of will during the reaction to mike's monologue!?!?!?!

[rmview]

saying they want to break up during a fight, ATEEZ.

featuring — ateez members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — a reaction of what happens when the ateez boys impulsively tell you they want to break up during an argument!

contents — angst, fighting, some tears, reconciliation.

hong ☾ joong

the argument had been dragging on for what felt like hours. hongjoong leaned against his desk, rubbing his temples in frustration. “i don’t know what else you want me to say,” he muttered, his voice sharp.

“i want you to stop shutting me out all the time!” you snapped back, your emotions bubbling over.

he clenched his fists, the stress of everything overwhelming him. “maybe we’re better off apart if i’m so bad at this,” he said coldly, the words cutting through the room like a knife.

your face fell, the weight of his statement sinking in. “you… you think we should break up?”

the moment he saw the tears in your eyes, regret hit him like a tidal wave. “wait, no,” he stammered, stepping forward. “that’s not what i meant. i didn’t mean it.”

“then why would you say it?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

hongjoong’s expression softened, guilt washing over him. he reached for your hands, holding them tightly. “because i’m a coward,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “i was scared of failing you, and i said the stupidest thing i could. please, don’t believe it. i need you — i love you. let me fix this. don’t let me lose you over my own stupidity.”

seong ☾ hwa

seonghwa’s jaw tightened as he tried to keep his composure. “i don’t understand why this keeps happening,” he said, his voice lower than usual but no less intense.

“because you always avoid talking about your feelings!” you retorted, your frustration spilling over.

his lips pressed into a thin line, his usual patience worn down. “maybe that’s just who i am, and if you can’t handle it, maybe we shouldn’t be together!”

the words hung in the air, and both of you froze. you stared at him in shock, unable to process what he’d just said.

seonghwa’s eyes widened as the reality of his words sank in. “no, wait,” he said quickly, stepping toward you. “i didn’t mean that.”

“you think we should break up?” you asked, your voice breaking.

“no,” he said firmly, his voice trembling now. “i said it because i was frustrated, but it’s not what i feel. i’m sorry — i was wrong to push you away like that.” he reached out, his hands cupping your face gently. “i love you too much to let this end over my own stupid mistake. please… forgive me.”

yun ☾ ho

“why do you always have to make everything such a big deal?” yunho asked, exasperation clear in his tone.

“because it is a big deal to me and you never seem to care!” you shot back, your voice rising.

yunho threw his hands up, the frustration boiling over. “fine! if that’s how you feel, maybe we should just break up!”

the room fell silent, the weight of his words crushing both of you. your lips parted in shock, and his face immediately dropped. “wait,” he said, his voice softer now. “no, i didn’t mean that.”

“you think this is something to just throw away?” you asked, your voice almost shaking.

“no!” he said, panic seeping into his tone as he crossed the distance between you. “i was angry, okay? i wasn’t thinking. i would never want to lose you — not for anything.” he reached for your hands, his grip firm but tender. “i’m sorry. i said it because i didn’t know how else to handle this, but i��ll do better. please don’t give up on me — on us.”

yeo ☾ sang

yeosang’s arms were crossed, his face unreadable as you vented your frustrations. “you never open up to me,” you said, your voice shaking with emotion.

“i don’t know how to, okay?” he replied evenly, his tone laced with frustration. “so i hope you can understand how frustrating it can be for me when you push me to do so repeatedly. maybe you’d be better off with someone who could.”

the words hit you like a punch to the stomach. “what are you saying?”

“maybe we should break up,” he said quietly, his gaze fixed on the floor.

your heart sank, and silence filled the room. yeosang glanced up, and the devastation on your face shattered his calm facade. “wait,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “that’s not… i didn’t mean that.”

“then why say it?” you asked, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“because i don’t know how to handle this,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “but losing you? that’s not something i can handle either.” he stepped closer, his eyes filled with regret. “i’m sorry. i let my insecurities speak for me, but i don’t want this to end. please, let me make this right.”

san ☾

san paced the room, his frustration boiling over. “why do we keep having the same argument?” he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair.

“because you never listen to me the first time!” you shot back, your voice almost trembling. “if you cared about me the slightest, we wouldn’t have to be running in circles over the same topic!”

“that’s not fair,” san replied, his voice rising and something flashing in his eyes. “if it bothers you so much and i don’t care the way you want me to, then maybe you should just leave!”

the words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. your eyes widened, and his heart immediately sank as he saw the hurt flash across your face.

“wait,” he said, his voice breaking as the realization hit him. “i didn’t mean that.”

you stepped back, tears welling in your eyes. “you can’t just say something like that, san.”

“i know,” he whispered, stepping closer to you, desperation in his gaze. “i wasn’t thinking — i was angry. but i don’t want to lose you. please, i’ll do better. just… don’t leave me.”

when you didn’t respond, he gently took your hand, holding it tightly. “you’re everything to me,” he said, his voice shaking. “please don’t let one stupid moment ruin us.”

min ☾ gi

mingi’s voice echoed in the small room, louder than he’d intended. “i’m tired of this, okay? maybe we should just break up!”

your jaw dropped, the sharpness of his words cutting deep. for a moment, you stood frozen, staring at him in disbelief. but when his words registered, you turned around to walk away quietly.

as the weight of what he’d said sank in, mingi’s anger dissolved into panic. “wait,” he said quickly, reaching for you as you turned away. “no, no, no, i didn’t mean that.”

“then why would you say it?” you demanded, too shook to cry. yet.

“i was being stupid,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “i didn’t know how else to say i’m scared — scared of losing you, scared of messing this up. but breaking up? that’s the last thing i want.”

he dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his forehead against your stomach. “please don’t hate me,” he whispered. “i love you more than anything. i’ll do whatever it takes to fix this.”

woo ☾ young

“fine! if you don’t trust me, then maybe we shouldn’t be together!” wooyoung snapped, his voice laced with frustration.

your breath caught, his words hitting like a punch to the gut. “is that what you really want?” you asked, your voice barely audible.

as soon as the words left his mouth, regret flooded wooyoung’s expression. “no,” he said, his voice softening instantly. “no, that’s not what i want at all.”

you shook your head, stepping back as you almost felt queasy at the way he suggested splitting so easily. “then why?”

wooyoung reached out, his hands trembling as they rested on your shoulders. “because i’m an idiot,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “i let my emotions get the best of me, and i said something i didn’t mean. please, don’t believe it. you’re the only person i want.”

he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if afraid you’d disappear. “i’ll spend forever making this up to you,” he whispered against your hair. “just don’t let me lose you.”

jong ☾ ho

jongho’s voice was low but firm as he spoke. “maybe this just isn’t working anymore,” he said, his tone colder than he intended.

your eyes widened, and the room seemed to still. it took you a few moments to register what he was implying. “you’re breaking up with me?” you asked, disbelief evident in your voice.

as the words left his mouth, jongho’s chest tightened. he saw the hurt and confusion in your expression, and his own heart shattered. “no,” he said quickly, stepping toward you. “that’s not what i want.”

“but you just said —”

“i know what i said,” he interrupted, his voice almost sharp from the panic he felt. “but i didn’t mean it.” he reached for your hand, holding it firmly. “i got scared, okay? scared that i’m not enough for you, that i’ll keep hurting you like this. but losing you? that’s the only thing i can’t handle.”

your eyes blurred with tears as he pulled you into his arms, his grip tight and unwavering. “i’m sorry,” he murmured. “i’ll never say something so stupid again. just give me one more chance to prove how much you mean to me.”

notes: ooh, this one was sadder to write :') if you guys have angstier ideas, feel free to send them in and don't forget to interact with the fic after reading <3

[ham-st4r]

YOU LIKE TO BEG - L. HS

PAIRING: HEESEUNG + FEM READER

WARNINGS: PURE SMUT, UNPROTECTED SEX, ORAL, ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION, DIRTY TALK CURSING, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, CUM EATING, TEASING,.

WC: 4k+

SUMMARY: I was high and listening to this song AND THIS IS WHAT YOU GET 💀 BYE

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It was the weekend, and you were at a party one of your classmates invited you to. You don't remember whose house it was at. All you cared about was the free drinks and music.

You didn't really have friends, more like acquaintances, so you were hanging out in the kitchen having a drink all by yourself.

You weren't even two shots deep, and within minutes of entering the kitchen, you noticed someone taking a seat next to you in your peripheral.

"H-hi y/n," you hear the familiar voice, and it prompts you to turn your head to the side and make eye contact with him.

"Oh hey, hee," you replied casually and took another sip of your drink. "Didn't know you were the party type."

"Well…" you notice his hand shaking slightly as he goes to pour himself another drink. "I'm just gonna say it. Usually, I never go to these kinds of things, but a friend said you'd be here, so I came," he said softly and cut his eyes at you before turning back to his drink. "I came for you." As soon as the words left his mouth, he swallowed down a whole shot, grimacing at the strong taste. From his reaction, you assumed he wasn't much of a drinker either.

He quickly poured another shot so he wouldn't have to face you after just admitting that fact, and he nervously gulped it down in one go whilst impatiently waiting for your reply.

You're not sure what to take from that information. You and he weren't friends, so it wouldn't make sense for him to want to see you and hang out. You barely talked in school, so it was confusing that he suddenly came to a party just to see you. "Okay," you shrug, not thinking much of it other than him wanting to be friends. "You want another drink?" You offer him.

"Yes," he says just above a whisper. "I-I mean yes, please," he corrects himself and sits upright in his chair.

You laughed quietly and poured him a shot. You didn't expect to even see him tonight, let alone hang out with him, but you had nothing better to do, so why not?

Plus, he was cute.

After fifteen minutes of you both chatting about random topics, you grew bored of the party but not the handsome preppy boy that sat in front of you.

Who you learned had a crush on you after it accidentally slipped from his alcohol-sheen lips during your brief yet somewhat meaningful conversation.

Which now explains why he seemed so jumpy and nervous around you, but you thought it was cute, and to be honest, you were kind of crushing on him, too.

He had been fidgety all night. His palms were clammy before you even arrived, and the drinks weren't helping calm his nerves at all.

Just your presence alone made his knees weak. He's not sure how he was even able to hold a good conversation with you.

He probably stuttered five different times while he was talking to you, but he couldn't help it. He was so nervous.

You always made him feel nervous.

And the way your hand was slowly creeping up his thigh wasn't helping that fact.

He coughed slightly and shifted in his seat but didn't make any moves to stop you. You took that as the green light to test just how much of a crush he had on you by placing your hand over the front of his jeans.

You smiled with your lip caught between your teeth as you found the outline of his bulge and traced it with your fingertips. "You wanna come back to my place?" You asked with the sweetest smile as you squeezed his clothed length, wanting nothing more than to get out of this party and into his pants.

His eyes turned hazy at just the mention of you taking him home, and he could only nod in response, too entranced by you to even speak.

💜

"Y/n, please," Heeseung whines pathetically while you sit on his lap, your core just mere inches away from meeting his stiffened cock that was still clad in his jeans.

You'd both reached your place about twenty minutes ago. It started out with soft touches and not stop lip-locking until you both needed more of each other.

You had been teasing him the whole time, loving the sounds of his feeble cries and weak attempts at trying to get you to ride him.

He tried to lift his hips to feel you, but he was pressed firmly into the mattress and pinned down by his arms and legs. "Please"

"Okay, baby, I'll stop teasing you now." You lowered your core, pressing yourself against his bulge and rotating your hips on it.

"Fuck y/n," he hisses as soon as he feels some type of relief.

"Since I was such a tease, baby, you decide how you want it."

"Really?" He asked, half shocked, half excited. You nodded, a smile on your face as you rocked back and forth on the tent in his pants. "Can I taste your pussy? Please can't stop thinking about it." Every word came out in a needy tone, which let you know just how much he wanted it.

As soon as you give him the green light, he switches positions with you, laying you on your back and quickly gripping the hem of your bottoms. He then pulls them down and wastes no time before leveling his head with your cunt and going down on you.

The first taste he got, he swore he came in his pants a little. "Fuck" he moans into your cunt, tingling your pussy lips as he drags his tongue back and forth, licking you clean before he makes a mess out of you. "Knew you'd taste so good" he pressed two fingers on your clit, giving your body a slight jolt of pleasure. He then ran his fingers between your glossy folds, collecting your essence on his fingers. "So good," he whispers and makes direct eye contact while he sticks both of his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean of your cream.

Your eyes rolled back, and you couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair and guide his mouth back and forth on your pussy. "Heeseung," your body shivers as his name easily rolls off your tongue, followed by a lewd moan.

He hums in satisfaction, his nose brushing against your clit and his tongue poking inside your hole.

He used his other hand to spread you apart further, pressing his face right against your core and cutting off his air supply.

Your moans and the wet, smacking sounds of his tongue filled up your bedroom as you gripped the sheets, losing yourself to the feeling of his slick, wet tongue flicking in and out of your hole.

He gave you lick after lick before flattening his tongue over your clit and sucking on the little bead of flesh.

"Hee- heeseung," You breathed out, thighs tensing with each suck. Before you could even get used to the feeling of his lips around your clit. He was already slipping his two fingers back inside you. "Oh fuck”

He moans, the deep bass in his voice vibrating on your core as he pumps his fingers in deeper, curling them up just right.

Your legs instinctively clamp shut, but his left hand keeps you spread wide, giving him more than enough room to devour your pussy, and devour he did.

Endless licks, sucks, and kisses had you biting down hard on your lip. You placed your other hand in his hair, pressing his face even closer to your core.

He gulped down every last sticky drop of arousal, his face covered in your slick as he made out with your pussy tilting his head and slipping his tongue in teasingly before he pulled away and nibbled on your outer lip softly.

You couldn't help but arch your back and buck your hips into his face. The pleasure too overwhelming that you didn't know you were cutting off oxygen, and he wasn't about to tell you he was perfectly content downing in your juices.

Which gave him the perfect idea. "Ride my face." Your eyes shot open the moment you heard his request. As soon as he saw what looked like hesitation on your face, he immediately started begging. "Please," he whines, slowly dragging his fingers along your drenched walls and nudging your thigh with his cheek. "Please, I want you to cum on my face so bad" he looks at you, giving you the cutest yet desperate eyes ever.

You weren't going to say no; you were just shocked by his request, but nothing sounded better than the idea of riding his face right now. "Lay on your back," you tell him.

"Okay," he slowly pulls his fingers out of your hole and obediently lies on his back while you pull your bottoms off completely and climb further on the bed until you're straddling his face.

You couldn't even stabilize yourself before his hands were around your waist, pulling you closer to his face. "Hee…" You put your hands on the bedpost throwing your head back, moaning in pleasure as he pushed you flush against his face, his tongue slithering between every crevice, licking you clean.

He was moaning more like whining nonstop, his hips desperately bucking up, trying to quell the insatiable desire between his legs.

Your aroma filled his nostrils as the tip of his nose brushed on your swollen clit.

He gripped your waist, a strong hold on your lower body as he ground you against his face, loving every ounce of it. "More," he mumbles out, and you don't hesitate to rock your hips back and forth, riding his face just like he wanted you to. "Hmm, mouth is so good hee."

That only excited him more as he licked a stripe for your hole to your clit, repeating the action over and over again to the point your legs trembled beside his head. "Cum in my mouth"

"Is that what y-you really want, hee?" your eyes rolled back, jaw slack, as you weakly grind on his beautiful face. "Want me to cum in your mouth?"

You ran your fingers through his sweaty strands, and his eyes fluttered.

He wrapped his arms around you, locking you in place so you couldn't move even if you wanted to. "Yes, please." The movement of your hips slows, and your walls tighten.

"C-close," he makes a sound of encouragement, his voice tickling your folds, and within moments, you're releasing into his mouth, desperately bucking your hips and getting yourself off on his skilled tongue.

When a fresh wave of arousal seeps out, he's there to lick up the warm, gooey goodness, never missing a beat, his tongue working to calm you down from your high.

He guided your core above him, his lips caressing your soft, sloppy folds.

After a minute more of him drinking from your water fountain, you lower yourself to his stomach, reaching your hand back to play with the tent in his pants.

He lays flat on the bed just like you told him to earlier. "Fuck, please let me have you."

The sight underneath you was the most amazing thing you've ever seen.

His face flush and shiny with your essence, his hair was a mess, and even his shirt had ridden up his waist, showing off his lean body that was now slick with your wetness.

Even after being absolutely pussy drunk, you could tell he wanted more, and so did you.

You put your index finger on his bottom lip, and he stared directly into your eyes before parting his lips and unexpectedly sucking your finger into his mouth and moaning like he had just tasted the best thing ever.

He swirled his tongue around your finger, even kissing the tip before he pulled away, which left you heaving and wanting more. "Shirt off." he easily grabs the hem of it, pulling it over his head and discarding it while he is busy with that. You undid his jeans and slid them down just past his knees.

You looked down at him, stroking his length painfully slow. "So hard," you whisper playfully, pumping the outline of his dick.

"Take them off." he takes a deep breath. "Please," He never forgets his manners, you thought to yourself.

You decided not to tease him anymore, and the second his underwear came down, you didn't hesitate to grab his shaft and align it with your gaping hole, slowly falling down on his stiff rod.

"Hmm, oh fuck" he slams his head back on your pillows, unable to control his reaction to the warmth of your pussy, sucking him in, he automatically starts bucking his hips up, forcing his cock deeper inside. "Shit," he breathes out, eyes clamping shut at the feeling of you wrapped around him so snugly.

A moan of relief escapes your lips as you feel him stretching you out. His hands slip under your shirt, caressing your skin as you take the lead and start bouncing on his long hard dick. "So good," he says in one long breath, his hands squeezing your hips as he indulges in the pleasure of you riding his cock.

You smirk down at him, loving the look of pure ecstasy written all over his face.

You took your hands off his chest, and he opened his eyes from the lack of contact, only to find you slipping your hands under your shirt and peeling it off, leaving your hair all messy, which made you look even hotter to him.

He whimpers pathetically at the sight of your bra-clad breasts, his hands quickly going behind your back and unclipping your bra in one go as you do a slow grind on him, continuously circling your hips.

The amount of control he didn't have when it came to you was almost scary, but he couldn't help it. Every last thing you did had him going insane, from the way you talked to him earlier at the party to now when you're fucking him senseless on your bed.

"Y/n, I need you," he moans after he discards your bra elsewhere, and you giggle softly because his desperation for you was so cute, yet such a turn-on at the same time.

"You have me," you say seductively. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as you gradually picked up the pace sliding up and down on his dick.

"Fuck" his voice comes out muffled into your chest, his fingertips leaving indents on your skin as you work, his length getting wetter with every moan and whimper that he lets out against your flushed skin.

You cage his head between your arms, fingers dancing across his scalp. His mouth falls open at the soft touch, and you lower your head immediately, capturing his lips in a hot, wet kiss.

He felt so good his toes began to curl, the kiss turning more and more desperate the longer he hit your sweet spot with his leaky tip.

"Fuck hee, you're so good," you whine into his mouth, tongue messily clashing with his as he slowly fucks into you from below.

"I'm so close," he parts from the kiss, needing a breather unless he was sure he would have passed out from pleasure. He was already feeling lightheaded just from your touch alone. "Shit"

You moved to his neck, lightly sucking on it while rocking back and forth, your walls clenched around him, just begging his cock to fill you up. "Cum hee," your mouth hangs open in a breathy moan as you kiss his neck a few more times before leaning up, wanting to see the look on his face while he cums inside you.

"Fuck okay," he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as you picked up the pace of things to make him cum, his hips came to a halt, too weak and overwhelmed by the pleasure that he had to let you take over again. "I'm gonna cum" he rushes out, his hands going to your hips to slow your movements so he wouldn't cum inside. "Gotta pull out," he whispers hastily, doing his best to hold off his high.

"No hee, please want it. Want you to cum inside" You take his wrist in your hands, moving them from your waist so you can ride him without him interrupting you again. Pinning his hands beside his head, you use every last ounce of strength to bounce on his cock. You take him balls deep with every move, wet sticky sounds squelching between your bodies as your arousal mixed together, creating a white ring of pleasure around his thick base.

"Are you s-sur?" Before the words leave his mouth, it's far too late to stop, but he knows you don't want him to. By the way you're riding him so eagerly, riding him like you just couldn't wait to have your hole filled with his cream. "Fuck y/n fuck" his breath is heavy as his words linger in the air seconds later; you lock lips with his capturing each and every one of his sinful moans.

Once he's filled you up, you broke the kiss, nipping on the skin of his shoulder and riding out his high.

He turns his head to the side, eyes closed, and when you go to kiss, that's when you notice him acting a little off.

You were about to ask what was wrong, but you didn't need his words for the answer. He was still nestled inside of you hard as a rock, and no wonder he was acting all shy. "You wanna go again?" He turns to look at you, his face flush, hair drenched in sweat, and he can only nod in response. Yet again, if you didn't know any better, you'd say you had him under some sort of spell by the way he was looking at you.

Heeseung was awestruck and completely mesmerized by you, and when you were on top of him asking to go another round, the idea of saying no never even crossed his mind.

"Yeah," he sounds breathless as he replies, and you throb around him, unable to stop the rhythmic pulsating of your pussy. "Please," there he goes again, desperately begging you for more as if you didn't just give him a five-course meal and the best orgasm of his life.

His chest was flushed red, his abdomen covered in sticky slick. He was utterly exhausted, but that didn't stop him from flipping you over and taking the lead. This time, he didn't even bother pulling out before he positioned you to lie on your back. Besides, if he pulled out, he's sure he wouldn't even be able to last a single second without being buried in your cunt. This was his new favorite feeling. Your warm walls were hugging him so tight. He found a home within you, a home that he never wanted to leave as his length perfectly molded its way in your tight little cunt. "Put your legs on my shoulders beautiful, gonna make you cum so hard" Suddenly feeling submissive under him. You're quick to comply, your legs going up on his broad shoulders. He pushed the backs of your thighs down, pressing them to your chest, and you swore you could feel him going in inches deeper.

"Hee," you whined, already clawing at his chest, leaving little red marks on his lower stomach.

He smiles at your reaction, a soft laugh coming from him before he bends down and kisses you one time. "So beautiful like this." he traces your jawline, brows furrowing as he takes in the sight of every curve dip and imperfection on your skin. Hell, what imperfections you were literally perfect in his eyes.

He was so lost in your eyes that he barely even registered when he started moving his hips and slowly fucking into you, inching back and forth to get you used to the new angle. "You take it like you were made for me," he thinks out loud, hands caressing your thighs before he leans down and grips the sheets beside your head, thrusting in and out at the perfect pace. "O-oh y/n," he sighs, pulling almost all the way out before sheathing himself back inside of you.

Your mouth parts in an o shape, silent moans leaving your lips as your brows furrow in pleasure.

The sight of your pleasured face and the way your tits jiggle right in front of his eyes makes him go feral.

He swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, pressing himself further against you to get as close and as deep in you as possible.

Your arms immediately wrap around him, trying to ground yourself as he plows into you, going deep into your stomach with every thrust, and it becomes impossible for you not to scream in pleasure. "Oh god fuck yeah hee, just like that, don't stop."

The nickname, the sound of your whiney voice, and the needy clenching of your hole drove him to the point of no return. He's gone. So lost in your pussy that everything else around him is nonexistent.

He promised himself that he wouldn't stop until you were shaking and creaming around him. "Yeah, let it all out, baby. I know you fucking want it," he groans, fingers digging into your sheets veins bulging all over his body as he gives you his all, which is too much for you, and seconds later, you let out the lewdest moan every as you came so hard on his cock.

"Hee," you squeak as his tip keeps hitting your cervix, each touch making you whine and clench pathetically, asking for more.

"Keep moaning my name," he says as if you had an option. All you could remember was his name cause he was fucking you completely senseless.

"Heeseung," another whine of his name comes out when he unexpectedly starts rubbing your clit.

The sounds of skin clapping bounce off the walls. The room was steamy and full of nothing but the smell of sex as you two lost yourselves in each other.

You were already close again, and so was he. The way his full sack brushed against your ass turned you on more than it probably should, but you couldn't help it. Feeling his sweaty skin against yours was truly the best thing you've ever experienced, and you were on the edge of experiencing something even better.

"Fuck y/n, I'm gonna cum again," he grunts, feeling his forearms grow tired, and he falls on top of you, restlessly bucking his hips so you both can cum on time with one another. "Kiss," he says, rubbing your clit and stroking your walls to bliss. His unoccupied hand reaches for anything to hold onto, and your hand quickly moves from his waist, clasping it with his seconds before you both come crashing down, him filling you up and you staining his cock in your cum. "So good," he moans into your mouth, his cock throbbing with every spill of cum.

You hum, basking in the warmth of his load, brimming your swollen pussy over. "Hee," you breathe out, hand lightly scratching his back until you both calm down a bit.

He laid his head beside yours, your bodies still twitching and tingling in the aftermath of having cum multiple times.

Neither of you even think about moving the warmth far too comfortable to worry about clean up.

His cock was still resting inside you. The warmth and fullness made you sleepy, especially with him on top of you, feeling like your personal weighted blanket.

Moments later, you drift to sleep. He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and nuzzles up to you, following you into dreamland.

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When he wakes, the bed is empty, but before his heart sinks in disappointment, he notices a note you'd left for him telling him you had to leave early. He breathes a sigh of relief and can't stop smiling from ear to ear when he sees your number at the bottom of the Post-it note.

You smile while at work after you receive a text from him going on and on about how great last night was.

You reply with a smiley face and wait for him to make the next move, and you know he would cause, after all, he liked to beg.

FIN

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[amirasainz]

Hello I am a huge fan of this fanfic your doing, but can I please request, the grid watching a spicy scene of her show? Or her in a body suit type like the picture below? I think Carlos reaction would be funny

Of couse! I had so much fun writing this! My request are OPEN and feedback is always welcome.

-XoXo

The unexpected red-flag

The conference room fell into stunned silence as the rain drummed relentlessly against the windows. The TV murmured in the background, its volume turned low, but it was the soft, melodic voice of Amira Sainz that cut through the quiet.

News had spread like wildfire: Baby!Sainz, the beloved sister of Carlos, would grace the third season of the renowned Netflix series “Narcos”. The drivers, usually a rowdy bunch, now sat in hushed anticipation. For Carlos, this was more than just excitement; it was a lifeline. His sister’s return to the family was long overdue, and the chance to witness her artistic brilliance on screen made his heart swell.

Yet, their busy lives as racers left little room for leisure. Days blurred into nights, filled with data analysis and the adrenaline rush of the track. But fate intervened during the red flag at Spa, where the heavens unleashed torrents of rain. The perfect opportunity arose: why not start watching “Narcos” during this unexpected break?

Surprisingly, it was Yuki who suggested it. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he proposed the idea, met with a chorus of enthusiastic “yeah’s” and “omg, yes!” from the other drivers. Carlos and Oscar, absent at the moment, would soon join the impromptu viewing party.

And so, they embarked on their journey into the world of drug cartels, corruption, and intrigue. They skipped scenes where Amira wasn’t present, eager to witness her talent firsthand. But little did they know that the next scene would unravel secrets and twists they never anticipated.

Let's just say Amira Sainz looked good with and without clothes. Throughout her spicy scene, the drivers were so silent. They all looked at her dreamily on the TV when she kissed the guy and started taking of her clothes and-

"¡Eh, estúpidos idiotas! ¿Qué demonios estáis haciendo? ¡¿Por qué demonios estáis viendo a mi hermana desvestirse?!" questioned an angry Carlos. As soon as he saw his little sister on the TV he went into full overprotective big brother mode.

Instantly, Logan shot back, “It’s not what it looks like,” while Fernando chimed in with a soothing “Hermano, you have to calm down.” Meanwhile, Lance attempted diplomacy: “Carlos Boy, we can talk like adults.”

The other drivers rallied, attempting to quell the hot-blooded Spanish driver. But amidst the chaos, Oscar slipped away, drawn by curiosity. He cornered Lando, who was practically bursting with excitement.

“I can’t believe I missed this. How was it?” Oscar leaned in, eager for details.

Lando’s eyes sparkled. “Oscar, you should have heard her speak Spanish. And her hair—oh, her hair falls down her back like—” His words were cut short.

“LANDO NORRIS! STOP TALKING ABOUT MY SISTER, YOU CREEP!” Carlos’s voice thundered across the room, drowning out the rain and the TV.

From the commentator box outside, a muffled sound reached their ears—a high-pitched scream. Lando Norris, usually unflappable on the track, had met his match in Carlos’s protective fury.

[lunarriviera]

yet another shen yi meta [uts2 spoilers]

hi hey hello everyone i continue to be tormented with obsessive thinkings about s2 Shen Yi so i must holler about them/him some more, feel free to stop reading if you have not watched through approximately episode 11 which is where i still am. it's taking me longer to watch because i keep pausing to rewind/screenshot and/or weep in anguish about Him and What He Is Going Through. and how NO ONE IS PAYING ATTENTION. or insufficient attention. cf. Ryan Gosling in the Papyrus sketch screaming WELL IT WASN'T!! ENOUGH!!

[more. much more. behind the cut]

let's start here, with shen yi's artwork. in this scene he competed with AI to paint a chosen image and, surprising exactly no one, he won, partly because he's brilliant but tbh mostly because AI art is garbage and always adds dolphins, rainbows, and hands with six fingers.

but here's the thing: is no one going to question this? does anyone think to themselves "ah yes, shen yi is absolutely the BEST person in the world to make a painting in 30 minutes that depicts, quote, a lonely man on a beach." so here is this miserably hunched, despairing figure, surrounded by murky howling early-picasso blue, LOOKING IN FACT QUITE A LOT LIKE SHEN YI HIMSELF—even dressed like him (in the snowy white and dainty pastels he seems to favor this season)—and not a single person thinks: huh, wonder if this guy's okay?

in fact s2 seems to be repeated evidence of the fact that shen yi is Very Much Not Okay, and yet no one is really paying attention. he supports everyone else emotionally and they all seem to assume he either a) has no emotional blowback to deal with, or b) can deal with it himself unaided somehow. (through painting, maybe? but have you seen what he's painting lately? e.g. monstrous abusive parent figures, in some kind of breathless fugue state during which he can psychically hear lines from someone else's traumatic childhood?) he goes to li han's house to help her, which is so like him, and he says:

oh! you might think. well, maybe he will self-disclose a little? tell li han about some of his own personal difficulties that he's had to overcome, just to bond with her, get her to open up? HAHAHA ARE YOU NEW HERE, of course he doesn't, he just listens to her while she sobs out her tragic backstory, gives her a tissue, relates her struggles to a vaguely terrifying metaphor of his own device about a sealed room filling up ineluctably with floodwater, then smiles and takes her out for pizza. (totally unrelated but wow the product placement is heavy-handed this season. xiaomi! pizza hut!)

since we're talking about the li han case, consider this moment, too, when he interprets someone's house-person-tree drawing. does no one ever think, "for someone who talks constantly about love and connection, how interesting that shen yi has no family, refuses to date in very pointed and deliberate way, and lives alone with a cat."

shen yi knows all about love! never shuts up about love! constantly dispensing bromides about what real love should be like! and wakes every day ALONE from horrific guilty nightmares ft. creepy small girl in blood-red dress, pls will no one help this man pls he's drowning.

couple more bits and then i swear to god i'll shut up i'm starting to feel really stupid. but first consider this little story, in three parts:

"an image of despair" um okay well…technically it's just a dead body, albeit after a fairly grisly stabbing, but sure go off i guess

2. du cheng: wow even for you that was unusually poetic and weird

3. also du cheng: back to investigating the murder i guess [wanders away]

this kind of thing happens again. and again. either no one notices assorted horrified/devastated expressions on shen yi's face (in the way of classic extradiegetic reaction shots, where the camera sees them—we see them—but none of the characters onscreen do) or, when du cheng does notice, he's immediately distracted by his actual job, and/or the fact that he doesn't really know how to help his partner, because lbr he has all the emotional intelligence of a pony.

one more mini-story in three parts, and then i really will put a sock in it:

shen yi: why, what did i do. why are you looking at me like that

2. du cheng: bc you just lied your whole entire face off with alarming unsettling proficiency, since when are you that good at being dishonest

3. shen yi: hehe

in an earlier episode we also saw shen yi shouting at a suspect in the interrogation room, so convincingly that afterwards du cheng admits, you scared me. lol! says shen yi in carefree manner, i learned that from you! haha! agrees everyone, and they go about their business.

but ghastly things keep happening to and near him. at least once per episode, shen yi makes a face like this, because people are jumping off cliffs in front of him or abruptly smashing things with hammers or just lashing out with all kinds of antisocial behaviors in his vicinity:

to be fair, he has other expressions. for instance he also repeatedly employs his patented creepy ruthless smile, of the "i am going to fuck you up" variety, an expression reserved especially for criminals:

as well, i'm also leaving out all the ridiculously adorable/domestic scenes with him and du cheng, in which they share candy, roast each other about assorted nonsense, briefly co-parent a child, and, you know. are just generally disgustingly married. but that's a different meta.

also, admittedly du cheng does SAY things. he says, "are you still having trouble sleeping," he says "do i not care about you?" and "don't push yourself so hard" and "if you run into troubles, don't try to take them on alone." (i am sparing you all these screenshots since this is a meta about shen yi but trust me i have carefully accumulated every single shred of evidence in which du cheng is protective.) but, as frequently as du cheng expresses concern, he also just keeps clapping shen yi on the shoulder in a brotastic way and then strolling out. which i fear is just not going to be adequate. ("i don’t think this is literally papyrus. maybe that was the starting point but they clearly modified it?" "well whatever they did, IT WASN'T!! ENOUGH!!")

i leave you with two final images of shen yi, seen here continuing to be very much Not Okay, and to quote the bernie meme, i am ONCE AGAIN ASKING YOU, drama, is anyone going to care enough about this man to stop him going over the edge of the cliff with Evil Art Critic Eugenicist Moriarty Weasel Man? because he will, he will do it. because he's lonely and he's misunderstood and he's—

[cane comes out and drags me offstage]

[becertainlust]

I love your writing queen/king, keep it up, but can you pls give us more Tokyo override fics, specifically spoke, like you can do anything, the fandom is dying of hunger and you are the only one who can feed us 🥹🥰🥰

CITY OF STARS | Spoke

synopsis: 3am things.

content: fluff.

Spoke’s apartment wasn’t what you expected. It was cleaner, quieter… kind of minimal, but not in a cold way. A few posters were stuck to the walls with tape, mostly tech-themed or from old underground racing movies. There were half-built drone parts on the side table, a controller balanced on the edge of the armrest like it lived there permanently.

You sat on the couch, pulling your knees up slightly as the opening credits rolled. Spoke handed you the drink you’d asked for—ginger beer, cold, already sweating—and settled beside you. Not too close, but not distant either.

"You ever seen this one?" he asked, nodding toward the screen as the synth-heavy soundtrack started.

You shook your head. “No. You?”

He let out a half-laugh. “Couple times. Thought you’d like it.”

You didn’t answer right away, just took a sip. He was watching you. You could feel it. Not in a weird way, just… observant. Like he was trying to guess your reaction before you had one.

The movie started slow. Some old racer trying to win one last time before retirement. Gritty streets, neon lights, way too many shots of tires skidding in slow motion.

Spoke leaned back, arms folded across his chest. “I forgot how dramatic the intro is.”

You smiled. “So it’s not just me.”

“No, it’s definitely trying too hard. But it gets better. Trust me.”

You nodded, eyes back on the screen. There was something easy about sitting next to him like this. No pressure. You didn’t have to fill every silence. He didn’t either. Still, you caught yourself glancing his way more than once. Wondering if he was doing the same.

Halfway through the movie, your legs stretched out a little more, brushing against his. He didn’t move.

Didn’t even flinch.

Then after a minute, his knee shifted—just enough that it rested next to yours.

You pretended not to notice.

He pretended he didn’t do it on purpose.

The movie got louder as the chase scene started—engines roaring, tires screeching, bass vibrating through the floorboards. You reached for your drink again, only to realize it was already empty. Spoke noticed.

“Want another?” he asked, shifting slightly like he was ready to get up.

“Nah, I’m good.” You shook the ice in the cup lazily. “Didn’t expect that chase to go on that long though.”

He laughed under his breath. “Yeah. They could’ve cut that scene in half and no one would’ve noticed.”

You turned toward him a little, tucking your legs under you. “So if you’ve seen this before… why’d you pick it?”

He shrugged, not looking at you at first. “It’s kinda dumb, but… I like the vibe. Neon, old tech, people betting everything on one moment. Felt like the kind of chaos I used to think was cool growing up.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Used to?”

He finally looked at you, eyes catching yours just long enough to make your chest tighten slightly. “Now I think it’s just… noise.”

You nodded slowly. “Still nostalgic, though.”

A pause settled between you. Not awkward—just thoughtful. Outside, a bike zipped past the window, engine fading into the night. The glow of the screen painted both of your faces blue and gold as a quiet scene played—a character patching up their car, licking wounds, refusing to quit.

You leaned back again, this time just a little closer to him. Not touching, but closer. You weren’t sure who moved first—but at some point, your shoulders were brushing.

Neither of you said anything about it.

“You always this quiet during movies?” he asked, voice low like he didn’t want to break the moment.

“Only when I’m watching with someone I don’t want to annoy.”

He glanced at you with a raised eyebrow and shrugged with a smile. “I wouldn’t mind.”

You tilted your head slightly. “You sure? I talk a lot.”

He chuckled, eyes back on the screen. “I’ve noticed. I don’t mind that either.”

The credits started to roll. Neither of you moved.

You reached for the remote but paused when his hand got there first. Fingers brushed. A heartbeat skipped. Both of you stilled.

He glanced at you again, softer this time.

“You wanna watch something else?” he asked.

Or maybe he meant: Do you want to stay a little longer?

Your answer was easy.

“Yeah. I do.”

The movie marathon continued. You spoke gradually giving your your two cents and he entertained your theories and bets that you'd mostly lose. Your own your fifth 'I'm sure' and it would be best to do well further in the future as gambling wasn't an option.

The movie's atmosphere continued to build up, and a wave of confidence washed over you. "I'm sure of this one spoke"

A head flopped on top of your own "She's-"

"Spoke, spoke?" you whispered then came soft snoring. You tuned your head slightly and he snorted your body jerked at the sound. A laugh threatening to spill out.

you reached for your phone, ensuring not to shift too much. You unlocked it opening the camera. You faced the back camera towards you checking the quality of the photograph. His cheek squished to head oh so cutely. You smiled to yourself sending it to him in the future, but you had the present one to deal with.

It wasn't everyday you got to spend time together. His talent for the mechanics shone bright and like a moth to a flame he was quickly recruited like a medicine of high demand, guaranteed to heal. He spent most of his days couped up in labs.

At some point, the movie faded into the background completely. You hadn’t noticed when it ended—only that the screen had gone dark and the room had fallen into a quiet that felt deeper than before.

Spoke was still asleep, his head having slipped down from yours as you adjusted slightly, and now… now you were face to face.

He looked so at peace like this.

There was a softness to him you didn’t usually get to see. The kind that only came out in sleep, when no one was watching—except, well, you were. Carefully. Quietly.

His pretty lashes fanned out across his cheeks, casting the faintest shadows. His mouth, usually set in some pasted frown or caught mid-thought, was relaxed now. Just slightly parted. He breathed slow and even, like his whole body had finally given itself permission to rest.

It made you ache a little, in a way you couldn’t quite name.

You’d seen him absorbed in work before—hyper-focused, lost in some schematic or drone repair with tools balanced on his knees and oil smudged on his fingers. You’d seen him crack a joke, roll his eyes, dodge a compliment like it was incoming fire. But this? This was different.

This was Spoke, quiet and unguarded. The kind of stillness that didn’t come easy to someone whose brain always seemed to run like an engine, whirring and calculating.

Your eyes traced the slope of his nose, the faint scar near his temple, the way one hand had found its way between the two of you, palm half-curled like he was reaching for something even in sleep. You could almost imagine reaching out, linking your pinky with his.

Almost.

But instead, you just stayed where you were—still, watching, listening to the sound of his breath and letting your own slow to match.

It wasn’t every day you got to see him like this. It wasn’t every day you got to feel this close.

And right now, you didn’t want to move.

Didn’t want to blink, even, in case it broke whatever fragile spell had wrapped around this moment.

Then—just the faintest twitch.

His brow creased slightly. Lips pressed together like they were testing the air.

You didn’t shift, didn’t speak. Just stayed there, watching as his eyes fluttered slightly… and slowly, slowly began to open.

Neither of you said anything at first. The screen behind you had dimmed, casting everything in a soft bluish hue. His eyes looked gentler in the low light, lashes brushing against his cheek as he blinked slow, like he hadn’t quite decided whether to fully wake up or fall right back asleep.

“You okay?” you asked, voice hushed.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just… forgot where I was for a second.”

You smiled. “Couch. Movie. Ginger beer. Me.”

That got a quiet laugh out of him—barely there, but real.

“I remember now.”

He shifted, adjusting the pillow behind him, and when he settled again, the two of you were facing each other. Close. Not even a full cushion of space between you now. He blinked at you, and for once, he wasn’t calculating something, or scanning the room, or thinking ten steps ahead.

Just… present.

He looked so at peace like that.

The sharp lines of focus he usually wore had softened in his sleep. No furrow between his brows. No tension in his jaw. Just the quiet ease of someone letting their guard down completely. His hair was slightly tousled from resting against you, one piece sticking out at an odd angle that made your chest flutter.

You reach to him smoothing the soft strands, a focused look on your face as you tucked the strays. He smiled lifting his hands to your own grasping your hand, the warmth surrounding your own.

“You always do that?” he asked, his voice low, barely above the hum of the credits.

You glanced at him, confused. “Do what?”

He looked down at your hand still in his, then back at you with a small, tired smile. “Fuss over me like that.”

You huffed a little laugh, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand. “You had a piece of hair doing its own thing. I had to intervene.”

“Mmm,” he murmured, eyes dropping to your lips for a second before returning to your face. “You intervene a lot.”

You leaned in slightly, your forehead nearly brushing his. “Only when I like someone enough to care if they look ridiculous.”

His fingers tightened gently around yours. “That so?”

You nodded. “That’s so.”

A quiet fell between you again. Comfortable. The kind of quiet that only happens with someone who already knows how your laugh sounds, who already knows how you take your ginger beer.

Then he reached behind him and flicked the lamp off, letting the soft glow of the TV wrap around the room. Blues, golds, purples dancing across the walls.

You tilted your head. “Why’d you do that?”

Spoke shrugged, his free hand coming up to tuck another invisible strand behind your ear—more of an excuse to touch you than anything else. “Just wanted to see you in this light.”

You looked at him, really looked. He was tired. Not exhausted, just… soft around the edges. Less guarded. His shoulders had dropped. His voice had gone quiet, like he didn’t need to be anywhere else but here.

“You good?” you asked gently.

He nodded. “Now I am.”

You smiled, and his eyes dropped again, lingering a second longer this time.

“You gonna kiss me, or just keep staring like I’m a science experiment?” you teased, your tone light but warm.

He let out a soft laugh, nose brushing yours. “Bit of both, honestly.”

And then he kissed you.

Not all at once, not like it was burning a hole through him—but slowly, sweetly, like he already knew you’d still be there after. His hand slid to your cheek, thumb brushing your skin like he didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

When he pulled back, he didn’t say anything right away. Just rested his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

You whispered, “You taste like ginger beer.”

He chuckled. “You taste like home.”

You swatted him gently. “That was so cheesy.”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “But you like it.”

[kaisfruit]

Hiiii loved your first first about kai!

Could I request a one shot or headcanon about each of the ninja and how they would pleasure a fem!reader pls?

How they pleasure you | All ninja x fem!reader headcanons

a/n: omg tysm for my first ask <3 this is like,,one of the few times ive ever written nsfw so!! i hope its okay :3 also im gonna leave out lloyd cuz ik technically he's an adult but idk it's still a bit weird imo warnings: nsfw under the cut (duh),cunnilingus (cole, zane, nya) , slight size kink mention in cole's part, degradation in kai's part, inappropriate usage of elemental ability (jay), umm thats all i can think of im srry if i missed anything ^^

Cole

Ugh idec he's a big guy. is that a collective hc that the whole fandom can agree on? i think so

def uses that size to his advantage when y'all are alone together

I'm talking like MANHANDLING

only if u ask tho cuz cmon we all know he is such a caring guy he would always take your wants and boundaries into account

okay, my horrible down bad size kink out of the way-

mans has a big appetite (wink wink)

goes down on you like no other. like, he treats your pussy like it's breakfast, lunch, dinner, AND DESSERT babes

there would be no breaks with him. i cant say this enough, but he is eating you out like a man starved

overstimulation bound to happen srry i dont make the rules

he would NOT ask for anything in return

this man is the biggest giver when it comes to sex oh my lorddd

you're in charge but like he is if you know what i mean?

like he does what he knows you love, but on his own terms

ur in the bed and he's just instantly pinning you down yk using that strength of his, spreading your legs as far as the can go, and boom diving in head first

srry i could fill up like 3 posts of just cole eating you out im that passionate abt this topic

Kai

Plays with your pleasure like it's a damn toy

This man is the biggest tease ever

Though, his teasing does lean a bit towards minor body worshipping bc he's just everywhere

Marking you up with hickeys wherever he can get his damn mouth

Hands? can barely keep track of their movements. One second they're playing with your tits the next he's two fingers deep in your pussy

Let's just say he's taking his time here just to make the actual sex feel absolutely amazing on your end

But rlly it gets him going seeing you all whiny beneath him at his never ending touches

it's a win-win if you think about it

THAT DAMN MOUTH.

kai is not the guy for u if ur not down for a bit of degradation because DAMN

he has to come second place to jay in the yapping awards bc he's always saying smthn during the act

he pays attention though. listens or feels your reactions to every filthy thing he whispers to you.

absolutely ruins u for anyone else. gl w this man yall <3

Zane

He is so damn PRECISE??

Like, how does he know exactly how to touch you in that spot in order to get that reaction?

LOVES i mean like absolutely LOVES fingering you

being able to watch you come undone on just his fingers? god it is everything to him

will also add his tongue into the mix bc even tho hes a robot he cannot get enough of ur taste

just so calculated w every movement

bro made sex into a science 😭😭

tells you how good you're doing for him, how perfect you look, etc.

loves praising you bc it's the honest truth of how he feels about you

tbh 50% of the pleasure he gives u is from the pure love u can feel with every slight touch, every kiss, everything

soft dom vibes iykwim

REFUSES to even try to get himself off if he hasnt attended to you first

also an extreme giver like

he would get rid of entire body parts if it meant making u feel even better during sex

okay thats hyperbole but like

this nindroid has so much love in his robot heart for u and he needs u to KNOWWWW

Nya

A GIRL'S GIRL U ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS

she has all of these boys BEAT when it comes to pleasuring u bc of her same gender advantage

her head will stay in between your legs until you are absolutely SCREAMING her name

that fact fills her with immense amounts of pride btw

i see her as giving u a good mix of gentle and rough touches that like come together to make the most intense feeling ever??? if that makes sense

she's so good w her mouth like,,,everywhere

her favorite place to have her mouth is on ur pussy ofc, but she could also give a vampire a run for their money with how attached to ur neck she is

marks litter your neck

she's so good at finding that one little sweet spot that makes your body squirm

tends to multitask as well

like if she's currently a knuckle deep in your hole then you can also probably find her mouth licking and sucking at one of your nipples

everything she does to you is just so confusing in the best way possible

Jay

everything with him is just so fast-paced

he barely gives you any time to catch your breath in between anything

just one thing after another with jay

it mostly comes from his overzealous nature

your body makes him feel like a kid in a candy store im not even gonna lie. there's so much he could be doing he doesn't even know where to start

constantly talking. what did you expect from the motormouth himself?

half of it's mumbles of how gorgeous or how breathtaking you are and the other half is just downright filthy

honestly that second part would be such a turn on cuz u wouldn't have expected it from jay

the first time he used his element on you it was an accident

he didn't even realized it happened at first. he felt you jolt at the sensation and his first instinct was to apologize instantly, but he never even had a chance as he felt how you clenched down on his fingers and the moan u let out would forever be ingrained in his brain

from that point on, he's constantly looking for the best opportunity to let the smallest current just give a little tingle to your skin

jay really knows how to keep things interesting <3

[ranpos-autism]

Isha is 100% going to die (Season 2 Arcane theory)

I was watching the music video for Isha’s Song when I had the realization that she is definitely going to die before the season ends.

How do I know this? Well besides the running theme of family death and Jinx’s “curse” of hurting everyone around her, there was one crucial detail about Isha’s design that gives away the fact she is going to die.

Let’s take a look:

Let’s talk about this design.

The first noticeable thing is that Isha has dyed her hair blue and grown it out a little, putting it in a pigtail braid style. She’s also started drawing clouds on her arm, as well as dressing in a new style.

It’s obvious that she is styling herself to look like Jinx.

But there is one specific detail in this design that tells me she is going to die, and that is the braids.

My first reaction upon seeing the braids was along the lines of “Aww, she and Jinx are matching! How cute!” and we can see in the photos that they very much are matching now.

So why do the braids tell me she is going to die?

Well, it’s because of this shot in the trailer:

Jinx has cut her hair.

She no longer has the braids that let her match with Isha. She no longer has that connection to her.

We know this comes after the earlier photos I showed because Jinx can’t possibly regrow her hair that long that fast, as well as her hair is now dyed with purple highlights and she is wearing a new outfit. Typically when a character gets a redesign in a show, they don’t go back to their old one. Especially when it regards changing their hairstyle this drastically. This shot comes after all the scenes with Isha from above.

Isha will die, and Jinx will cut her hair because of it.

I believe that at some point during the second act, or perhaps the very beginning of the third, Isha will die at the hands of an enforcer/someone from the upper side. In her mourning, Jinx will no longer be able to stand seeing the braids in her hair (as they are now tied to the thought of Isha) and she will cut them off, as well as changing her fashion style so she no longer has that connection to Isha. Isha’s death will also cause her to finally use her position as Zaun’s symbol of the revolution and launch an attack on Piltover, which will lead to the final battle of act three.

(I also have a theory that she and Jinx are going to seek help from/team up with Ekko but thats for a later time)

TLDR; Isha having matching braids with Jinx tells us that Isha is going to die because we know Jinx is going to cut her hair.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Omg I would love to hear lucky lore if you have the energy for it!!!! My depressed queen!!!! After watching saboady do you have any more things for that arc? Oh God I just know she's dying at Duval

I am kissing you platonically on the forehead for asking. Thank you for giving me an opening to talk about Lucky Break. But you have opened Pandora's Box by asking, so I'm also going to yap about Marineford and the timeskip because I've retconned what was previously established for both.

Under the cut because I don't know how to shut up

Her reaction to Duval's face reveal is identical to Brook's. She's wheezing from how hard she's laughing and giving extremely unconvincing apologies to Sanji between breaths. Once Duval's face gets rearranged and he starts aggressively hitting on Lucky, she just kinda roles her eyes at his antics and doesn't take it very seriously. Though she does accidentally spit out her drink into his face when he tries to wink at her.

When they first get to Sabaody, it's pretty chill. Nami drags her along to go shopping with her and Robin, so she misses out on initially seeing the Celestial Dragons and Camie getting kidnapped. It's once she gets to the auction house that it starts to get messy.

Kidd has been obsessing over her ever since he found her lost backpack, and it only got worse once she got a bounty poster and he now had concrete proof that the woman in the ID he found is alive and well. He spots her the second she runs into the auction house with Nami, but he doesn't confront her immediately. He wants to just observe for a moment. However, he does use his devil fruit powers to covertly wrap some scrap metal around her wrist. Lucky notices this, but she doesn't know who did it, and given how stressed out everyone is over Camie, she decides to keep it to herself for the time being.

They don't properly meet until after they all escaped the auction house and have gotten the vivre papers from Rayleigh. During the chaos that happens when the Pacifista attacks the Straw Hats, Lucky get yanked away by the metal on her wrist. It happens so quickly that no one even notices she's gone until Kuma is there, and everyone assumes that he must have gotten her when they weren't looking.

In reality, Lucky is being hauled away by Kidd, who is making a terrible first impression. He calls her by her real name, something that she thought only Luffy knew, and it shakes her up to put it mildly. She gets hauled back to the Punk Victoria by Kidd and his crew and is forced to try and explain how the technology in her backpack works to him all while being worried about the rest of the Straw Hats (and she doesn't even know about Kuma showing up and sending everyone away).

Kidd initially says that he'll let her leave after she explains her stuff to him, but he doesn't keep his word. He was already obsessed with her before, but finally being in her presence (and under the influence of her amulet) amplifies it to the nth degree. He doesn't just want her knowledge, he wants her. And being a pirate, he has no problem taking what he wants, so he goes back on his word to let her go and states that she's a member of his crew now whether she likes it or not.

While she's on the Victoria Punk is when she sees the paper announcing Ace's execution, and she starts losing her shit and demanding that Kidd lets her go so she can go help save him. Kidd is unmoved by her pleas, so she has to get creative. She tells Kidd that she actually has more pieces of technology from her world, but that it's on the Thousand Sunny. And she reasons that since Ace is Luffy's brother, that the ship will be at Marineford because of course Luffy is going to come to his brother's rescue. This sways Kidd enough to agree to go, but he tells her that he just wants the chance to take out some big shot marines to increase his bounty and to get her things off the ship. He totally doesn't want to do this to make her like him or anything like that.

So Lucky, Kidd, and Killer set out to go to Marineford. He doesn't want to risk the Punk Victoria by putting her in range of a bunch of navy ships, so he has the rest of the crew stay behind after they get as close as they reasonably can. After that, the trio sets out on a small motor boat lined with metal so Kidd can use his powers to bypass particularly rough waters and the gates.

Kidd is more than a little irritated when they get there and see that the Thousand Sunny is nowhere to be seen, but at that point it feels like it would be a waste to just leave without killing at least a few high ranking marines or pirates, so he agrees to let Lucky do what she needs to do, but he tells her that she's on her own. If she wants to save Ace, she's going to have to do it herself.

While Lucky is staring at the chaos of the all out war in front of her and wondering how the fuck she's supposed to do anything to help, "A" takes pity on her and decides to give her something. A single pair of sea stone cuffs appear in front of her with a note telling her to use it wisely. It initially doesn't feel very helpful given that there are at least 10 different people here that she could use these on, so she pockets them and runs into the thick of it, figuring that she'll just know when she really needs to use them.

When she does feel the need to use them is after Ace is already freed. She sees Akainu lunging towards Luffy to kill him, and she also sees Ace running in to take the hit for him. She breaks into a sprint, and thanks to Akainu having a severe case of tunnel vision, he doesn't notice her until one of the cuffs locks around his wrist, completely snuffing out his powers. She gets it on him less than a second before he could land the fatal blow to Ace.

Lucky is in such an intense euphoria from getting there in time that she completely forgets that she needs to run because she just royally pissed off Akainu, and while his powers are canceled out by the cuffs, he's still more than capable of killing her given that only one cuff is on him and he can still move freely.

Akainu grabs her by the throat and has her lifted off the ground, ready to snap her neck. Before Ace of Luffy can even react, a massive heap of metal hits Akainu, forcing him to drop her and lose his footing. While he's disoriented and stumbling, Killer runs up and decapitates him from behind.

A hush falls over the battlefield. No one anticipated that an Admiral would die here, and especially not at the hands of a bunch of newbie pirates. Lucky is slack-jawed as she realizes that she is going to be credited with having a hand in killing a fucking Admiral. Kidd, now more than content with this kill, grabs her and says that they're leaving now. Ace and Luffy try to save her, but Marco swoops down to snatch both of them up before they can have anymore near death experiences.

Akainu's devil fruit will replace Ace's at the coliseum in Dressrosa now.

Lucky will now be spending a bulk of the timeskip on Kidd's crew, and with their now skyrocketed bounties, they spend a lot of that time fighting marines and pirates wanting to kill/challenge the people who killed an Admiral. Between that and training with Killer, Lucky becomes a much more formidable fighter over the timeskip.

When Kidd challenges Shanks and then loses violently, Shanks is all like "Hey, I remember you!" and brings Lucky with him when they leave. They briefly ran into each other at Marineford, and between Lucky being a part of Luffy's crew and saving Ace, he's more than happy to let her stay on the Red Force until the two years are up.

This seems like a good thing at first since Shanks is openly willing to let her go, meanwhile Kidd made it clear that he had zero intentions of letting her leave. But, it doesn't take long for her to notice that Shanks is getting a little too fond of her. And when he starts floating the idea that maybe she doesn't really need to go back to the Straw Hats, she knows that she just jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.

The rest of the timeskip involves her being the subject of a game of tug-of-war between Kidd and Shanks as they keep stealing her away from the other, and the only reason that she is able to get away from both and back to Sabaody is because "A" appears and offers to take her there herself. All she asks for in exchange is for Lucky to close her eyes for a second. As soon as she does, "A" snatches back the amulet, extracts the wish from it, and implants it into Lucky to amplify the effects of it. Lucky is then teleported to the Thousand Sunny without any memory of the exchange with "A".

Okay I'm done now. Thank you for letting me get that out of my system.

[anshares]

FAKE DATING A ROCKSTAR AU

Continuation art from my Renheng Week Day 4 prompt: Celebrity!

They first met during Summer Music fest, Ren notices a very cute fan in the crowd waving his red light stick.

Full plot under the cut

Dan Heng may not look like it but he is a huge fan of the band Stellaron especially their lead singer Blade.

He simps the man so hard that he built a shrine in his room, rows upon rows of Blade wallpaper and photo cards even the limited edition merch and no he will not divulge the info on how much he spent on this things

He also runs a stan account, and has a huge following since he takes really good fan cams and candid shots and is updated on news about Blade.

The Stellaron band consists of

ren - Main vocals + Guitar

Firefly - keyboard

Kafka - Bass

Silver wolf - Drummer

Elio - Manager

Everyone loves Blade’s deep husky voice, Kafka also calls their fans destiny slaves. Blade doesn't like to be interviewed so whenever they do he just stay silent he is a private person after all and hates it when the media pries into his personal affairs so he lets kafka does all the talking while SW is in charge of their social media.

Stelle is friends with Kafka. Both March and Stelle know DH is obsessed with Blade, he is Blade’s number one fan and biggest simp.

So Stelle gives him front row VIP tickets for each concert he plans to attend (before, he was always just somewhere in the masses) and stelle and march accompanies him for those concerts to support Kafka.

Blade notices the guy who always looks like he hates every second of this and would rather be at home and assumes that he’s just there because of his friends. Since he recognizes Stelle as Kafka’s friend, it’s easy to get in contact with DH to ask him for a favor.

The favor is to be his fake boyfriend so that the media won't pester him and he won't get caught up in dating rumors, he is sick and tired of them. DH asks why he chose him of all people,

Blade tells him it is because he thinks that DH hates him and doesn't want anything to do with him so it's perfect as they wont have the risk of falling for each other. (oh but blade already did the moment he saw DH and his resting bitch face)

When news got out of Blade’s boyfriend at first they were trying to hide his identity as per DH request since he likes his privacy thank you very much and he knows how fans can get crazy over this news.

He only appears in social media post in stellaron hunters official account like his back or side,Blade and him holding hands or the “candid photo” of them being affectionate but its all staged,

but fans see how soft blade is with his boyfriend (based on the photos) plus how he starts talking when asked about the boyfriend in interviews stellaron and blade fans call it his gap moe.

I’d imagine that DH is the type to show as little emotion as possible while feeling A LOT on the inside, so he’s keeping his resting bitchface around Blade for months while they are fake dating, all while freaking out on the inside because he gets to spend time with his idol (who later becomes his crush, once he gets to know him personally).

The only reaction Blade gets out of him is when they banter, which is when DH smiles ever so slightly, and Blade makes it his mission to get him to smile more often, falling hard in the process.

It takes Blade a long time to realize DH is actually a fan since for the longest time he thought DH was his number one hater not his biggest fan, and even longer until he finds out that DH has developed romantic feelings during their fake dating.

One time dh got jealous because of a hoard of fan girls and boys. Ren was surrounded and tbh Ren wants to escape but he can't so dh takes it up on himself and lays claim on his man (fake dating) so he kisses him in front of them and declares that blade is his.

He pulls blade away cuz everyone was stunned (even blade) so that's the infamous boyfriend that everyone is talking about.

Dh apologized afterwards for doing that suddenly but blade just says they need more practice if they need to really sell this relationship of theirs and so they practice.

The next day it was trending all over the net since blade’s mysterious bf is always not shown fully but he is always there with blade backstage since according to blade he is shy and doesn't like media attention which is true but now his identity is out in the open

Blade finds out DH being a simp because of a limited edition photocard like only 5 exist in the world slips out of dh pocket (cuz he just fought tooth and nail for it in an auction and has just came back from claiming the item)

Before this, DH always came up with excuses as to why they couldn’t hang out at his place because he didn’t want Blade to see his merch collection.

While possessing some merch is completely normal, DH is very much aware that his collection (and the Blade shrine) are excessive and could creep Blade out, even if he tried to explain that his simping was strictly fan-idol type (that is, before he got to know him personally, but Blade doesn’t need to know that this changed)

When blade hangs out on dh home to get away from the fans dh he was confused on why dh wont let him in his room his excuse, Its messy so he’ll clean up said mess is blade shrine, merch, dakimakura etc.

Dh: *panic mode* *cleans in the speed of light* okay you can come in now

Blade: ???? Your room....is very minimalist *stares at the closet with lock and key*

Dh: don't mind that it has a very loose lock

Blade: i can fix it for y-

Dh: NO DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THAT *gives him the death glare* *looks away* i just dont want to clean up again since it'll all spill out

Blade is surprised that DH isn’t using pillow and duvet covers, DH has to lie that he only has one pair that’s currently in the laundry(once he finds out about that he gets jealous of the pillow)

Dh be sweating bullets the whole time

DH: "(Oh my gooood how long will blade stay here, go home already 💢💢💢“Go home so I can cuddle your dakimakura”)

(If Blade knew about this, he would wish that this was him)

He doesn't know how long it'll hold since he knows he has tons of merch by the time blade does get out of the room, that's when the lock bursts. Dh almost fainted his idol and fake boyfriend finding out his biggest secret but he does find out later which is what his situation is right now

Blade does see the shrine and isn't freaked out about it in fact he is quite happy, he will also see the dakimakura

He will also throw the pillow away like why cuddle the pillow when you have the real authentic one right beside you.

DH: The pillow is soft, you aren’t

(Blade ends up convincing him with the power of his tiddies)

When they are on tour DH has trouble falling asleep and the dakimakura’s ain't enough now

According to DH, blade ruined him cuz he cant fall asleep now without blade right beside him.

During the tour Blade misses DH and realized he wants to be with him 24/7 so after he got back from their tour he asked DH to be his real boyfriend and ofc DH agreed.

[dotthings]

Some tea from Richard Speight, Jr. about filming Cas’s testament scene has surfaced from DLC6. [x]

nothing cut from script to screen but they added things, such as Cas having to paint the sigil on the door and leaving the bloody hand print on Dean’s shoulder [my note: wbk about the additions during filming. There's still the matter of the spanish dub because the latam dubbing team felt a verbal I love you from Dean, made sense. And a few other lingering questions that have not actually been resolved and we may never know, but I'll go along. If Rich is happy with what was filmed and got to screen in the US, I'm glad. I love 15.18 either way. Rich's comments also goes to show how collaborative making tv is and how fluid the process can be.]

Rich said the scene wasn’t intended to be about Dean’s reciprocation, it was to give Cas his moment to speak his truth, to speak his love for Dean, and Cas didn’t expect an answer back, he just wanted to be heard, wanting Dean to know. [my note: makes sense to me, and it’s what I’ve thought about Cas pov. Cas pov not being the same as audience pov and what the story might need next and what Dean’s needs are. But for that scene, Cas feels complete. It also very much means the emotional story from Dean's side is not resolved. Dean wasn't given his chance yet, by creative design, perhaps because the only way they could get this greenlit at all is if it was only Cas who got to speak. We'll see what happens next.]

Rich saying because they did many takes of the scene with Dean’s emotional reactions, there are shots where Dean is crying more, or crying less. Editing put together different angles from different takes. [my note: the irony that naysayers are already trying to weaponize this to shut down the idea that anything got cut when per Rich himself, the facts on the ground are that the full range of Jensen’s acting for Dean’s response got reduced. No shade on Rich. But let's not erase or deny what was going on with Jensen's acting and how Jensen gave 110% and what wound up on screen was about 80% of whatever work Jensen did. Dean wept more than we saw, even before Dean was on the dungeon floor sobbing. Jensen’s performance as it stands is beautiful and powerful and full of emotion. It has taken an inordinate amount of hate and erasure, which is 100% cynical concern trolling to deny Dean’s feelings for Cas. More shots of Dean crying openly wouldn’t stop it, there’s no excuse for those responses. What’s there is loud enough. Only the most willfully cynical gaze could deny the love and anguish Dean showed.]

Rich said the parallel for John and Mary’s confession in TW 1x07 to 15x18 is a “coincidence” yet went on to talk about the trope of confessing love in a life or death situation and cited Leia and Han Solo among others [my note: it was also used again by an ep Rich recently directed in another piece of media I won’t say so I don’t spoil it. Also I’m laughing about how it seems he answered this. Total coincidence!! And spn 15.18 is like TW 1x07 is like Han and Leia and love confessions in dire situations is a common (romantic) trope. Pls, if anybody is taking away from this some kind of shutdown on creative recognition of the Destiel implications of it all, I don’t even want to know, I’ve had my fill of poor comprehension skills, poor critical thinking, and poor media literacy, oh my god]

Rich saying he was glad Cas’s words meant a lot to queer fans and that he feels it was important and a “bold” move that Bobo and Misha fought for. <3

So that's confirmation from director now, to add to writer intention, both actors, and an EP who greenlight Bobo's pitch for Cas’s testament as romantic. That is canon. That is a lock.

Cas's testament started out carefully padded into an “open to interpretation” zone. We have watched it be eased out of it and into the open.

I’m pleased it's openly acknowledged for what it is...and what I knew it was when the ep aired. I did expect it would be eventually, and would take some time. I’m glad it's here now.

As always, my appreciation for the work Rich, Bobo, Jensen, Misha did on 15.18 <333

[shaybreezy-17]

More Than Friends (Zoro x Reader)

some more short lil one shot action of the worlds sexiest greatest swordsman 😉😋. enjoy! <3

(*TW: explicit/sexual language/content*)

It had been almost a month since the day you confessed your feelings to Zoro. Things went downhill between the two of you after that…

Since then, he had completely shut you out of his life, avoiding you any chance he got. He couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with you, besides during meals, and sometimes not even then.

You casually walked around the Sunny before deciding that Zoro was probably in the Crows Nest.

As you made your way up the ropes and the ladder, you felt your heartbeat speed up.

You slowly crept behind him, hoping you wouldn’t have to face him just yet.

He had his back turned to you, drenched in sweat, lifting a loaded barbell.

You mustered up the courage to speak once he put the barbell down, “H-hey, Zo?”

He flinched at the sound of your voice. “I was just finishing my workout. Gonna head out now.” He began to put the workout equipment away, never looking in your direction.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, but you fought hard to hold them back, biting your lip so hard you began to taste blood. Not again…

“Oh, okay.” You paused, “I was just, uh, hoping that we could talk about what I told you a couple wee-“

He cut you off, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “We don’t, there’s no need.”

You stood there. There really was no getting through to him…

You felt a lump form in your throat but you mustered up the courage to retaliate a sour response. “Alright well, I just thought I should let you know that I no longer like you so you don’t need to worry about that anymore.”

Without even uttering a reply, he walked right past you towards the exit. Tears began to fall down your face the minute your face was out of his sight, but you remained silent so he wouldn’t hear you cry.

He disappeared down the hatch, presumably down the ladder. Without turning around, or moving a muscle, you let yourself go.

You began to sob violently as no one would hear your pain and suffering up here in the Crows Nest anyway.

An array of things went through your mind. You felt so ridiculous for exaggerating like this, but it was how you felt. Weeks of bottling up the sadness of not being by Zoros side like you were as friends forced this reaction out of you and you couldn’t help it…

You wished you’d never tried to be more than that, just friends.

You buried your face in your hands, praying the visual of pure darkness would silence your thoughts.

As you tried to catch your breath, you felt a pair of calloused hands touch your bare shoulders. You were too afraid to turn around, shutting your eyes in fear. You felt so embarrassed that someone might’ve heard your little breakdown a moment ago…

A pair of muscular arms wrapped around your body, as you were being enveloped in a hug from behind.

“Do you really like me that much?” A voice spoke huskily. Not just any voice. You recognized it anywhere- Zoros.

You felt butterflies explode in your stomach for a moment before you remembered he’d been ignoring you for almost a month…

Wiggling out of his grasp, you turned around and shoved him with all your might. He didn’t move a muscle…

“What was that for?” He clutched his chest, pretending to be wounded. “Where’s this hostility coming from?”

You shoved him again. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?” And again. “Since you didn’t seem to hear me the first time, I said I don’t fucking like you anymore. Not after you pushed me away all month.”

He grabbed your wrists. “Oh come on! It was like two weeks.”

“Three to be exact!” You retorted, clear frustration in your tone.

“I was gonna say “who’s counting?” but clearly you were, stalker.” He smirked, still grasping your wrists.

You shook your arms, trying to break free, to no avail. “I’m not even stalking you, idiot! Now let me go, you’re hurting me.”

The smirk disappeared off his face and he immediately let you loose. He began to rub your wrists, muttering a quick “sorry”.

“Just leave me alone, okay?” You spoke softly, indicating your newfound defeat. “I didn’t need you to come back here out of pity when you heard me crying.”

His eyes met yours, a pained expression on his face. “Y/N… I’m just not good with this sort of stuff, feelings or whatever, but I didn’t come out of pity. I came back because I care, stupid.”

“Neither am I, Zo.” You replied, cupping his cheek. “I guess I just wanted to get better at it with you but you didn’t even give me a chance, dork.”

“Look, even if I did feel the same way about you and wanted to give this a shot, I’m lost…” His cheeks turned a light shade of pink at your touch and a sense of desperation filled his tone. “Tell me what I need to do, Y/N.”

The neediness in his voice was enough to push you over the edge. “For now just kiss me, you idiot.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and his arms instinctively found your waist, pulling you in for his lips to meet yours. He kissed you aggressively, showing your tongue no mercy. You didn’t know he could express this much passion for something other than sword fighting, unless the one going on in your mouth still counted.

Oblivious to you, Zoro had been actively avoiding you because when you admitted your feelings for him, you sparked something within him for you he didn’t know was there.

When you told him you liked him, he pondered on how much time the two of you had been spending lately. He couldn’t help but realize that he was happy whenever you were around whether it was the two of you sharing a drink or two, or the surge of confidence your presence gave him whenever you watched him workout because he couldn’t bare to let you watch him fail a set.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air. It had made you both absolutely feral. Staring into each others eyes, he picked you up and backed you up against the wall, letting you wrap your legs around his torso for extra support.

“You can call me a stalker again, but I might’ve dreamed of this moment once or twice…” You chuckled.

He grinned, thinking about how he dreamt and fantasized about you an ungodly amount of times throughout these three weeks. “Yeah, well, you were in a few of my nightmares. Tried to kill me every single time.”

“Oh shut up, dick.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “I knew you liked me the minute you let me get you in the bath.”

“I-Eh?” He glared at you in genuine confusion, “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“You despise baths but you’d take one with me whenever I asked,” You smirked and leaned in inches away from his face, “That’s when I knew I had ya.”

He leaned in even closer. Your lips were practically touching and the anticipation was sending waves of adrenaline through your body.

His gaze deepened, “Yeah? Well I knew I had you a moment ago, when you were sobbing over me.”

“Nothing you say can knock me off my high horse when I’m giving you a raging boner right now.” You sassed back.

His face went from pink to red as a tomato. “H-how the hell? I’m literally carrying you around my waist, there’s no way you felt that!”

“That kiss we just had.” You giggled, finally having the courage you needed to catch him off guard, “That and- just thought you’d wanna fuck me as bad as I want you to right now."

Without hesitation, he licked his lips as he began to fumble with his waistband, holding you up with his other hand.

“Wha-What are you doing?” You stuttered nervously, looking down at the hard penis that sprung out of his pants. “We really doing this?!”

Your stomach turned in knots at the nervousness, but you felt your pussy getting wet at the sight of it, nonetheless.

“You know me, I never miss out on a good challenge.” He began to lift up your dress, letting his arousal towards you overcome him, “Oi, got any panties under there?”

You shook your head ‘no’, silently thanking your past self for being delusional enough to ditch the undergarments on the off-chance that Zoro came to terms with his undying love for you and decided to fuck your brains out… which was actually about to happen now…

“Good.” He flashed you one last devilish grin as he aligned his thick cock directly below your already soaking pussy, slowly lowering you on to him, “They would’ve just got in my damn way.”

[gugapuppy]

Abortion - Part 9 Bad End (A!Ghost x O!Soap)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 (Bad End) || Part 10 (Hopeful End)

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Note that this chapter is the bad ending, meaning it's just hurt no comfort, and also features the death of a main character.

Read the notes after you've finished reading, which will explain what I was thinking when I wrote this chapter.

CW: Hurt no confort, Main character death

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Despair is a rope in the heart, because just when you think everything is going to be all right, you hang yourself.

Ghost calls Soap's mobile every day for two months in the hope that the man will answer, but of course it doesn't work. He gives up when Price tells him that Soap has changed his number.

He refused to give Ghost his number.

The lieutenant's room reeked of tiredness, melancholy and worst of all, cold. Without the warmth of anything nearby.

He was an idiot, he repeated every waking minute, how he managed to lose a person who was the light in all the stormy days.

Price would sometimes find him sitting on the stairs at dawn, the same stairs where he and Johnny smoked and talked when no-one was awake. Ghost would stare into nothingness every time, trapped in past memories, Price would always take him back to his room and sleep sitting in his chair to watch over him during the night.

Ghost knew the captain was tired, the black lines under his eyes showed it. But Ghost couldn't bring himself to care, ignorant of other people's pain, only caring about his own.

Maybe that's why Johnny left him. Simon was selfish.

Gaz and Price still whispered behind his back every time they had a mission or a meeting, even four months later. About what they should do with Ghost. 

Ghost was empty, he couldn't care, not even when a shot was fired into his chest, or when everyone looked at him and gossiped behind his back, or when he hugged the ultrasound to try to feel close to something. Not even the roars to discipline the cadents existed any more.

Price forced him to go into therapy, to try to talk to someone so that he could let out whatever he was feeling.

But of course that didn't work either, for four weeks, three times each, he would go into the room and sit down, the counsellor would ask him various questions, every possible topic.

But Ghost wouldn't answer, nor would he blink for minutes at a time. He didn't return to the office after a month.

Price couldn't send him on holiday for fear that the man would fuck up, and removing him from the field wouldn't do any good, he needed to stay close to Ghost for his own safety, for his own mind and for Simon.

——💀——

The first time he showed any emotion was when Farah came to see him through a request from Price, perhaps the alpha could do something that a poor beta couldn't.

Farah sat with Ghost in the man's room, Price waited in the corridor listening to everything.

"Hey Ghost, how are you?" she asked softly, kneeling down in front of Ghost who was sitting on the bed staring at nothing on the wall.

She waited for an answer, but nothing came. "We're all here for you, Ghost." He looked her in the eye, hope in his eyes. "What do you need?"

Johnny. He needed his Johnny. To smell him, to share a nest with him, to have a family. But he couldn't have that, he wasn't a good alpha, a good person. He didn't answer, he had nothing to answer for.

"Look," she gently took Ghost's hand, he hadn't cut his nails in months he noted.

"We all want you well-" Farah tries to scent him by putting her wrist against his, but Ghost quickly gets up and pushes her away.

Farah falls to the floor grunting in pain, Ghost must have let out the loudest roar of his life, because Price quickly opens the door and puts himself between the two of them, his hands on the lieutenant's chest as he tries to calm him down.

But Ghost only has one reaction going through his head and that is to shout. "DON'T TOUCH ME! ONLY JOHNNY CAN DO THAT!"

"SIMON!" Price shouts at him, but the lieutenant continues shouting at the other alpha on the floor. A horrible smell of anger spreads through the room, making Farah hold her nose.

"ONLY HE CAN SCENT ME! GET OUT OF HERE KARIM!"

No one could touch him that intimately, only one person could. 

Farah tries to open her mouth to say something, but stops when Price looks at her with concern. Farah slowly leaves the room, closing the door.

Price calms Ghost down after several minutes, they both sit on the bed, Ghost bites his lip, not wanting to swear at the captain, the only one who was there for him every day. He didn't want to be left alone by him.

After that day, Ghost began to express more of his stored-up anger, the years of silent resentment towards his father, mother and brother, his life that made him lose everything that was most important to him!

Why did he have to suffer?! Why did he have to be like this?! Why could everyone have nice things while he could have nothing?! Why couldn't he be normal? Why didn't he deserve love and care...?

Training mornings were torture for the soldiers, who were cursed at and drained of energy, subjected to humanly gruelling workouts. The bravest who tried to challenge Ghost, young and reckless alphas, ended up in the medical ward within two minutes.

Not even Price's sermons or threats worked, and of course they weren't going to. What else did Ghost have to lose? No family, no partner and no purpose.

On missions, instead of quietly eliminating his enemies, Ghost performed a torture scene with each one, disembowelling them in a cautious and brutal manner, a rage that went beyond contempt for them.

——💀——

A year since the man was separated from his omega, Johnny's voice was fading, nights were spent trying to imagine a face that was disappearing, the clothes with his scent had already been worn away by time.

It was the worst thing, he didn't want to forget. He wanted to remember.

He begged the long-forgotten gods to make him remember just one thing about Johnny.

But of course nothing happened.

The anger, the aggression, had passed, leaving only a soldier with the objectives of his job.

Price had already given up trying to help Ghost find psychological help, he didn't know what the lieutenant was feeling, carrying, but he knew it would destroy him in the future.

He stopped calling him Simon over time, realising that there was only one hurt person in front of him who didn't care anymore.

When Ghost noticed, he stayed up all night. Could it be that if he had opened up to the therapist, Price would still see him as someone worth befriending?

Maybe if Ghost hadn't fucked things up with Johnny, they'd still be together, Price and Gaz would still be his friends.

Maybe if he hadn't fucked up he and Johnny would have a beautiful family while they slept in a big nest.

And maybe if some god existed, Ghost could sleep that night thinking about the family he'd have, while hugging the ultrasound photo again.

——💀——

In two years, Ghost became a spectre in the corridors, locked in his office and his room, rarely in daylight training recruits. 

Price sent him on solo missions, he always had the information in hand as Laswell didn't want to be in the lieutenant's presence. Ghost always filled them in completely.

One day Price sent him for a fortnight to guard a base full of hostiles. It was among the mountains of Canada, snowy and cold.

Sometimes, in the rarity of moments like these, Ghost could go back in time, before everything and feel the Christmas he spent with Johnny, under the covers in the big nest that smelt of the two of them, where the cold didn't pass and the sun came through the curtains.

The walks on a cloudy day, the whispers of promises and passions, the sound.

Perhaps a tear fell in those moments, but Ghost didn't pay it any mind, trying to believe that it was probably a dusting of wind.

On returning to the base, the relaxation in several people was noticeable, Ghost could imagine that everyone had been given the day off while Ghost was away. He understood.

But he didn't understand what he saw in the captain's office when he reported in. On his disorganised desk, Ghost saw a photo. And when he realised what it was, his heart squeezed and his breathing stopped.

Price must have noticed the sudden change in Ghost, he always did. "Ghost..." He whispered.

"It was while I was away, wasn't it?" Ghost pulled himself together quickly, he had no right to be angry, he knew that, but it still hurt.

It hurt to see the photo on the desk showing Price with the newlyweds John Mactavish and Kyle Garrick.

As always, Johnny looked handsome, in a white suit, his hair without a mohawk, and his eyes with an incomparable joy. It hurt to know that he would never be able to give Johnny that joy.

It hurt to leave the captain's office silently.

It hurt to go back to his own room and lock it.

It hurt to lie in bed and feel cold.

It hurt to imagine the past where he still had friends who enjoyed his presence.

It hurt to feel the tears that had been trapped finally come out.

But it hurt even more to know that he was alone for good.

——💀——

Perhaps finally, for the first time in three years since the news of the wedding, five years since everything broke, he finally understood.

He was on a mission, leading several against a group of Russians at the only nuclear power station in Scotland. They stormed the site, eliminating as many hostiles as possible.

And all was going well, until Ghost discovered that there was a bomb inside the plant, which he rushed to try and defuse. On the way he was hit several times, but managed to fight back. 

He managed to defuse the bomb, but there was a problem. The adrenaline began to drain out of the captain, letting him feel every bullet hole, every knife thrust into his arms, chest and legs.

He fell to the ground, crawling over to one of the walls to prop himself up. He called for medical help even though he knew it was hopeless. 

And everything was fine.

In the silence of the room he began to realise, he really had been a terrible person.

Selfish and proud, sins he had squandered, blinded by pain and anguish. Price tried to help, and he ignored him, but he always tried his best.

"Thanks Price." He mumbles wearily. Perhaps the old man, wherever he is, can sense the sincerity.

Going their separate ways was something they both needed, time to heal, all those moments lived would never go away, they would always be kept in a golden drawer.

Not believing what was happening made Ghost blind, he didn't see the pain that Price, Gaz, Farah, Laswell and Soap went through when everything fell apart, the pain they felt.

He was angry that he couldn't have any more happy times with his partner.

He begged any entity out there for just one more moment, even though he knew that nothing could help him. Forgetting that he had to help himself.

‘Crying was for fags,’ Ghost's father used to say, but how could he not cry when he finally realised that there was no turning back.

With a pained sigh, Ghost pulled a photo out of his pocket, an ultrasound scan.

Perhaps it was delirium, but he felt the photo warm in his fingers, the same warmth he felt years ago before he fell into misery. 

"Hey kid, I'm your father..." Bringing the photo close to his chest, his watery eyes dripping tears with the rest of his strength, he understood.

He accepted that everything was fine, that nothing could be changed, but that there was still room for hope for something better. Johnny was still alive and happy, and that was enough.

With one last breath, one last smile.

"Live well... my family..."

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Notes:

When I started writing I had doubts about how I would do it, until I heard a soundtrack that gave me an idea.

I then decided to follow the line of the five stages of grief, as it was in my opinion a good fit. Five parts with each stage, starting with denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.

Over time we see various actions, manias that Ghost repeats over and over again, the things he most fears happening, but he also forgets that other people are also suffering, which ends up degrading the relationships he has.

In the end he accepted everything that had happened, the pain continued but he still had the memories, and that was enough.

I never thought I'd write an MCD like that, I was surprised.

If you're going through something similar, seek professional help before taking any action. Stay safe and well folks.

Links I used for my research on this story: https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/abortion/what-happens/ https://vidafertility.com/en/semen-analysis-results/

[susandsnell]

i saw wicked today too and loved it! what did you think? (was i the only one who went "oh shit" out loud in the theater when That Cameo happened?)

well i may or may not have just gotten out of my second viewing of it in three days some fourish hours ago, so that should be some indication!

hiya bestie! sorry for the delays on this, things have been thinging and life has been lifing. I'll admit that as early as February I was not looking forward to this movie or its promised follow-up. Splitting it into parts confused me, I was dubious over some of the casting, the visuals, the lighting, and the use of CG, and was being a bit of a hater over the trailers. However, every hater worth their salt should eat crow when they're wrong, and wow was I ever wrong. I couldn't have been more wrong, actually, because I'll go so far as to say (though I have high high hopes for Nosferatu later this month)! that Wicked Part One was my favourite movie of 2024. Extended (gushing) quasi-organized thoughts under the cut, because like Elphaba, no I never stop talking.

Bit of background, I've been lucky enough to see the show live twice, plus countless bootlegs/the cast album being the soundtrack to my life since I was nine. I know the script, the score, and the lyrics back to front. So you can imagine how shocked/pleased I was to find that the movie retained just about everything! I know people are giving mixed reviews about the extended scenes/runtime, but honestly the Oz they gave us (which I'll get to momentarily) was so wonderful and the cast so wholly inhabiting of their roles that I could not get enough of the world and these characters. I also thought they fixed several plotholes/added depth and stakes to a lot of arcs from the musical with their changes, especially with respect to the villains.

Visually, the film is an absolute treat; the colour grading/lighting does have the unfortunate modern fantasy film vibe to it, but the sets, practical props/effects, and costumes more than make up for it. That rotating library portico set? Let me live there! The Wizard's invitation?? The choreography was fantastic and every dancing scene was shot so so beautifully. My only complaint really is the CGI; the animals looked really fakey and goofy, particularly poor Dr. Dillamond, to the point that my entire theater was cracking up when his little goat ears wilted at the blackboard scene during my first viewing. Which is...not really the reaction you want to go for with a scene that's supposed to be depicting a hate crime.

The costumes in particular were a standout; Paul Tazewell's work is so stunning (Morrible's gowns, the revised Popular dress, and Elphaba's little pirate academia number when she gets her Emerald City invite) that I feel comfortable saying with the exception of Glinda's Junon-takeoff bubble dress (because it's just so iconic), they vastly outdo the stage version's costumes. He needs an Oscar for this yesterday and I'm not kidding.

The performances!!! Oh my gosh! Everyone sounding great and there being good mixing?? in a musical movie made after 2007??? Who'd've thought!!! My only complaint musically was, unfortunately, during Defying Gravity. In the stage show there's like 2 pauses in the song for plot to happen (Morrible's call-out and making the broom fly), and through that iirc they keep the instrumental going. Today, at my second viewing, I counted like....6-7 pauses where the song just outright stops, including two instances where they play different sad piano music altogether and give Elphaba this big suit-up superhero moment because book cover nod I guess, and healing her inner child, and it was kind of a pain because part of what makes Defying Gravity such a memorable piece is its momentum and when you stop the song to do something else, the momentum really dies. With that said, all eight parts of Defying Gravity were, in each pocket, performed to perfection.

I had high hopes for Cynthia Erivo vocally, but was dubious about an apparently more earnest, innocent Act 1 Elphaba as opposed to the stage version which I'm more used to, where she's a lot more of a Daria type. However, I was so pleased to find that she deepened the aching tragedy of the character with this take, especially opposite a more sinister and insidious Wizard + Morrible, and her takes on these songs, her vocal choices, her runs...heavenly. Ariana Grande pleasantly surprised me as being much cuter and funnier than I expected, and her surprise option ups during Popular were an absolute treat. Jonathan Bailey was as charming and talented as any Fiyero worth his salt (also loved how casually they made him bisexual?), Jeff Goldblum as the Wizard killed me (especially since they played him as simultaneously more of a huckster conman and an Evil Walt Disney, and it worked), but the show-stealer was Michelle Yeoh as Morrible for my money.

From the moment Morrible swoops in to smoothly cover for Elphaba's power explosion, knowing what it would mean to her to be spared social ruin, I was on the edge of my seat with such a different take on what's usually just kind of a comic relief diva character. Michelle Yeoh's effortless grace and elegance command screen presence. But the slow creep of her goading Elphaba into intensifying her powers while playing the sympathetic ear/mother figure/mentor only to make the betrayal hit that much harder (I genuinely choked up during the cut to Elphie's face when she hears her saying that her skin is a manifestation of her twisted nature), to say nothing of dangling her approval over Glinda until becoming the shoulder for her to cry on at the end of Defying Gravity...my god. chills. Forget Gelphie, shoutout to all the teenage sapphics with something deeply, deeply wrong with them who are going to have an awakening over this chillingly manipulative milfy sorceress who presents herself as a twisted maternal figure and intellectual colleague.

On the note of Gelphie -- oh my god??? A homoerotic swordfight during What Is This Feeling - are you KIDDING???? They amped it up from the stage show if anything; the Ozdust sequence brought me to tears, and then ended with them joining hands and running off together and leaving Fiyero behind like???? The amount of times they fell over each other? Glinda's thousand-yard stare during No One Mourns The Wicked, Elphaba's longing/fond glances....the love note, are you kidding me. They were baby's first yuri for me so seeing them on the big screen played with such natural chemistry by Cynthia and Ariana warmed my heart and got me super emotional. Sidenote, okay, not to be the boss baby guy about Carrie, but with the changes/additions, Elphaba is kind of Carrie White now and I'm here for it? From the visions to the explosions to baby Elphie already having her powers in the flashbacks...and then you get to the Ozdust scene, and the extended cruelty towards her plays very much as Elphaba's They're All Gonna Laugh At You Moment...only for Glinda to swoop in and dance with her as the Sue Snell, so yeah, we now have fantasy CarrieSue in Oz. We won so hard.

Last bit, to address your point about the cameos -- I really was worried that I'd be cringing at all the lore tie-ins with the '39 Wizard of Oz or the Broadway cameos or any of the other fanservice, but it all tied in and flowed so smoothly at most I was rolling my eyes affectionately rather than in exasperation (the Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead tie-in to No One Mourns The Wicked was shockingly seamless). Stephen Schwartz being the one to invite them to see the wizard got me properly emotional!! Idina and Kristin were hilarious and 10/10 diva legends as always, and the extended Wiz-O-Mania propaganda play/Grimmerie Lore Dump is both a visual and auditory treat. The original Glinda showing up to tell Ari to shut the fuck up during her song got maybe the biggest laugh of the movie out of me, but then they had Idina doing her end of defying gravity 'aaaaaaah ah ahhhh' Elphaba War cry riff as a heehe gag just like...20ish minutes before Cynthia!Elphaba is going to do it for real. Which had me in stitches because it plays then as either subversion of the wizard's propaganda in finding her voice, or Elphaba's a theatre kid and said yeah that was a sick riff I heard 2 hours ago, I'm going to incorporate it into my political loudmouthing after nearly being assassinated 20 times. Fuck you, Oz man, I'm stealing your propaganda riff!

What an ending. What a movie. Can't wait for part 2.

Thanks for asking! <3 hope you're well.

[angelickisscs]

i’ve never seen you before ~ ‧₊˚

୨ ୧ ˚₊ pairing ~ trent alexander arnold x reader

summary: your best friend getting distracted by her crush leads you to meeting the most beautiful man ever !

THE HIGH NOTES pierced throughout your body, the bass thumping directly under your feet as though it were your own beating heart. Strobe lighting flashed mercilessly in front of your eyes, rendering you as blind for seconds at a time. Your friend had originally promised you that it was only going to be a small house party. However, unless small was now a way to describe over a hundred people, she had certainly lied to you.

Her firm grip on your wrist was one that would be leaving marks in the morning. She dragged you throughout the house, weaving you throughout the masses of people with such ease that it was as though they were not even there to her.

You could not help but let your head turn as you walked, taking in whatever sights you could. People talked, laughed, and danced. And few even went the extra mile with people they had just met.

It was a footballer’s party; you did not know what else you would have expected, they were closing off a long season. But a large part of you had not thought it would have gotten this rowdy.

Sure, you had grown up with the mass of newspapers that described in explicit details the activities they had gotten up to during a night out. It had always drawn you in, a certain intrigue as to what the other half of society would get away with. And even now, it was a small guilty pleasure. Scrolling aimlessly through your feed and lingering those few seconds longer on a news report about whichever one had cheated on their innocent girlfriend this time before realising what you were doing and scrolling onwards.

There was still an uncertainty about how your friend, Grace, had gotten an invite to such a ‘prestigious’ event. She worked for one of the clubs as a public relations intern, though she had always complained about how little time she had to interact with the players. The rare times that she did swiftly cut short by an impending job she or them had to do.

Even then, she had still longed for an invite. Having heard stories from colleagues about the rare times that the guest list expanded to include their names. It did not happen often and when it did, people tended to not allow it to go to waste. At least that it what she told you in her long-winded explanation about why you just had to attend with her.

Frozen air surrounded your blare flesh, waking you up from the daze you had put yourself in. It stuck to you as though it were a plaster or a piece of lone tape, one that was far too painful to remove from your suffering skin. The short black dress that you had opted for that night did little to help, its soft material only shrinking from the pressure.

Your hands had it worse, the pain that riddled them from the mixture of the different ice-cold sensations having you a step closer to hypothermia. Grace had somehow shoved a beer into your hand, one that had clearly originated from a form of freezer. She soon began sipping on it, grimacing when the taste landed onto her tastebuds.

Looking down at your filled hand before looking back at her, you raised your eyebrows, “We drink beer now?”

“We drink beer now.” She repeated your question, instead turning it into a statement as she lifted the bottle up to her lips to take yet again. Between then and the first sip, it had failed to begin tasting any better to before, the face she made making that evident. “Sadly.”

With hesitance, you lifted the bottle up to your own mouth, slowly letting the cool liquid slip into your mouth. It took far more effort than it should not to spit it back out into the bottle, your throat refusing it entry until you forced it downwards.

Grace stifled back a laugh, grateful for getting a first class viewing to your reaction. The both of you had never been good with alcohol. Either you were blackout within two shots, or you could not even get through downing the first shot before you had to back out from the taste. Rarely were there any in-betweens, this night being a lone exception.

“Do you think this is going to get me a good in with the players?” She asked you with a hushed tone, unwilling to let anyone surrounding hear what she was embarrassed to ask.

You were unsure in what to respond with, your lack of time spent with any football players deeming you as a rookie in this department. Your mouth opened and closed in a constant stream of failed attempts to answer, your brain already in such overdrive from the lights and music that it had not prepared to answer such a deep question.

“Probably, yeah. I mean, they wouldn’t invite you otherwise.”

The answer you had opted for seemed to please your friend, her back straightening slightly whilst she looked around the premises. It was empty compared to inside of the house. A constant stream of conversation from the people that had opted to be out here rather than the loud alternative.

A man walked up behind Grace wrapping his arm around her as he looked downwards expectantly to what was her hair until she snapped her head in his direction.

“Dominik!” She exclaimed, a smile covering her face within seconds. It countered the previous frown that she had worn perfectly. It left you in a sense of shock and slight confusion, never had you seen her smile at you in such a manner.

“I was hoping that you would actually come.” He said to her, his smile matching hers. His arm lingered around her shoulder as she turned to look at you, opting to add you into the upcoming conversation, to your disappointment.

She waited a beat, allowing you time to introduce yourself without her intervention but after an awkward five seconds she did not have any choice but to change her own strategy, “This is my friend y/n, the one with the cute dog.”

The man you now knew as Dominik turned to look at you in slight confusion before his eyes opened widely, his mouth dropping as a lengthened ‘oh’ slipped through it.

“Nice to meet you.”

His voice was louder than it was previously, having to talk over the music that took its chance to escape from the hell it had created when a door had opened. A spill of rowdy voices flowed through it, calling Dominik over to which he had refused quickly.

You nodded towards him, smiling politely at what you had thought he had said. Your weight was shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably, it becoming increasingly obvious how much you were not supposed to have come with your friend.

“And of course I would come, you made it sound like a good experience.” Grace’s attention was back to him, her eyes making deep eye contact with his as her hand snuck upwards to meet his gladly accepting one.

Silently, you took steps backwards to give them a slight amount of privacy during the moment that they were currently having. Your attention stayed on them, eyebrows furrowing harshly at the realisation of the failing of your friend. Not once had she told you about this man, keeping it to herself in such a way that it was insulting towards you for not having caught on sooner.

Taking the chance to look at her actions in the past and present, it was simple to see. The mere fact that you had not realised the second she had invited you to a party of all things being disappointing.

It was no time before you mind came running back to you. A heat lingered behind your back, protecting you from the cutting bite of the cold that still managed to hang peacefully in the air. You turned your head to see who had disturbed your trip down memory lane, a slight annoyance injecting itself into your veins.

The person stood behind you matched your furrowed eyebrows expression, not having enough intensity but everything else was creepily perfect. Before you could question his reasonings, he cut you off from something once again.

“I’ve never seen you before.” His bluntness was shocking, forcing you two steps forward. Your body was now facing his, your arms crossing over your chest in an almost defensive manner.

“Sorry?” Your spine straightened. “This is a party.”

His eyes widened when your words finally processed in his mind, his hand coming upwards to scratch the back of his neck. “My bad. Don’t know why I thought that would have worked as a conversation starter.

Laughing slightly, the tension that had taken over your already stiff shoulders beginning to back down.

“I’m Trent.”

He held his hand out to shake slightly retracting it before firmly keeping it in place so you could shake it.

“Y/n.”

You shook his hand briefly, unsure of what you should do after that.

“I’m Grace’s friend so that’s why you haven’t seen me before.”

She was still in deep conversation with Dominik, having not even moved position or as it looked, blinked once since you had moved your presence elsewhere.

“Oh, the one with the cute dog!” Trent said, his high-pitched voice catching your attention.

As it currently seemed, Grace had showed your newly adopted dog around her workplace. The fact did not manage to complete its mission in surprising you, her obsession with it since their first meeting being greater than you could have ever expected.

Trent had managed to notice the way your eyes obviously flicked back to your friend every few milliseconds, a small smirk perching itself above one side of his lips.

“Once they start talking, that is it. No point in even trying to get a word in because they do not hear a thing.” He shared with you as he also looked over towards their hand in hand figures before looking back towards you with slightly hooded eyes.

With a smile, you looked back over towards him, your eyes unexpectantly meeting with his, “I gathered that within a few seconds. I mean, I have never seen her like that with anyone.”

You admitted to him in a smaller voice than usual, hoping that your friend that, who was metres away from you, would not hear.

“They are awful, honestly.” He jokingly condemned the pair. “He’s been late to training a couple times because he was talking to her.”

The smile that covered his face was the most beautiful you had ever seen. It shone with the light that originating by the moon, drawing you in with its hypnotic methods. So much so that his words merged into one for you, not a single syllable made clear by your in-awe mind.

A simple wow was all that you could muster aloud. There was no way to confirm if that had been the correct response to the jumble that you had heard, though by the way you only got put into more of a daze by his charming face, it was no use even trying to figure something like that out.

“Y/n?” Trent called out, his eyebrows returning to their furrowed state as he stared you down slightly. “You alright?”

Your heart began putting in extra work at the realisation you had not gotten away with your staring, this time it being your turn to widen your eyes. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You seemed to have caught yourself a staring problem.” The smile that had originally put you in such a state, mockingly made a return. It almost caught you out once again, your stomach filling with panicking butterflies as your legs jellied.

“Me? No, you definitely had something in your hair.”

You were quick in your response, your hand flicking upwards slightly as your words directed themselves to the same place, both falling flat after receiving their time in the spotlight.

“What was it? A pretty face maybe?” He tried; one side of his smile once again weighing itself down so it could turn itself into yet another smirk. His legs extended into a step in your direction, closing the vast gap in between the two of you.

The thoughts in your head spiralled energetically, bringing your eyes down to the brick floor to find something to say back to him. A small black dot ran dangerously close to your feet, taking the chance to escape from your embarrassing moment. “It was actually a little spider.”

Trent chuckled softly as he shook his head at your attempted lying. A pink flush painted itself upon your cheeks, deciding to differ from the cosmetic blush you had originally put on.

“You could see it from that far away?”

He took another step.

“I have great eyesight.” Your eyes lifted from the dull, muddy ground so they could go back to his. The smile you had was wide with embarrassment at the fact you had not managed to lie your way out of this situation, and he did not seem like the type of man to let you live it down anytime soon.

“I wouldn’t-.” He was unable to continue with his sentence, his words swiftly being cut off by the calling of his name. He soon flicked their head in their direction, nodding slightly to keep them quiet for long enough to say goodbye. “I best get going. It was good to meet you.”

His steps were now backwards, remaking the previous gap between the two of you with over triple the size.

“Yeah, you too.” Your words were to no usage, only going to waste as they were unable to catch up to him. A hand on your shoulder gave you no time to look into it. This time, you turned around to see your best friend, her smile still as wide as ever.

“Trent?”

A shocked look being written all over her face gracefully joined her question, no matter how hard she had tried to cover it.

“Dominik?”

The reaction you she had given in response was all you needed to know. Within seconds, her hand wrapped itself around your wrist in the same manner as before, this time leading you straight for outside.

“Your ears are so red!” Grace laughed as she walked backwards to ensure she could see you properly.

“You have no right to talk. You were laughing so hard.” You scoffed with your words, slowing you pace down to a more natural speed. “And no man is that funny.”

With no warning, she suddenly came to a halt and with your poor reaction time, you had no choice but to bump into her.

“He is that funny.” She pointed an accusing finer at your face, tapping your nose in the process from how close the pair of you were.

“And you got caught staring at him.”

Grace was now screaming with laughter at your expense, her body doubling over. You stared at her as your eyes dropped.

“You saw that?” You called after her now retreating figure. “Grace, you saw that?”

[lilacella]

hello slothy, i keep thinking about the chaos amnesia au, do the potters ever find out the truth about sirius? does remus??? what happens if they do???

Hello Cat!! Eh. This kind of escalated again and I'm not sure I even answered your original question 😅 also. Also it gets a bit dark so. Beware? Idk I think I have written worse, hahah

What happened previously: Part 1, Part 2

Well at first noones finds out anything and James continues having fun coffe dates with his new amazing friend Sirius 😊 They get along so well, and James really enjoys their intellectual discourse! He's not supposed to discuss work matters with other people but Sirius seems very trustworthy so he doesn't think much of it, when he talks to him about the case of the dead man found in a lake a couple miles away. They don't know much yet because the body has yet to be identified which is surprisingly hard since someone has done some great work at making the body unrecognizable (removing whole parts of the jaw, cutting off ears and fingertips, burning off the face - the water has done the rest).

Who ever has done this clearly is doing very methodical work! It's gonna be hard to catch them!!

Sirius nods along and supresses a smile - good work indeed, although he's a bit disappointed that Peter has been found so quickly. He should have weighed down the body!

But of course, because he's such a good friend, he offers James some welcome input about what kind of person could have done this. Now, you may think he is purposefully misleading James by giving him wrong ideas but no! Sirius actually describes himself quite accurately! It's just that.... James really doesn't know all that much about him. All James knows is that Sirius is a charming man with great humour who is amazing with his baby son and taking great care of the recovering Remus (They have told the Potters about the headinjury during the "robbery" by now - no reason keeping secrets right?😊😇)

But when do they find out? And how?

Things are going great! The Peter case has been filed away, James and Sirius have become great friends and things couldn't be lovelier between Remus and Sirius 😊 They are so happy and Sirius is starting to think that maybe this is the perfect opportunity to have a new shot at life! To be happy again! No more crime, just lazy sundays with his lovely boyfriend, spending the day tinkering with various projects, hanging out with his friend (Sirius never had a real friend before! At least not one he actually liked!). Things could be good 😊

Until a person from Sirius' past shows up and blows it all to smithereens...

Because Sirius wasn't robbing that bank alone. And Peter isn't the only one who would really like to know where the money is...

So one day, some really unpleasant people knock on an unassuming Remuses door. They say they need to see his gas meter, they are from the city and need to check. Remus is a bit suspicious and doesn't really want to let them in but they are very persistent. Apparently there has been a gasleak somewhere and they need to check if Remus' lines were affected of some shit.

When Sirius returns with James (they had been hanging out somewhere else but now James wanted to say hi to Remus on the way back) the house is empty. The door is open. James immediately draws his gun, while Sirius already knows exactly what has happened and storms past him to the kitchen. And there it is. The note he had expected.

It's an easy deal: Get the money, get your man. The longer you take the less limbs will he have, next time you see him.

Sirius wants to hide the letter before James can see it but it's too late. In his worry he has taken too long and James can tell by his reaction that this doesn't exactly come as a surprise. And also that Sirius exactly knows what they mean with "the loot"...

He wants to ask Sirius many questions but when his friend turns around, looks at him and asks him to "help me out here" with a husky voice, how can James say no?

[Insert dramatic rescue mission because Sirius really doesn't trust the fuckers to keep their word - and he is so right about that!]

While they are driving away in the car from the scene - James is driving, the battered Remus is in the passenger seat and Sirius is sitting in the back, holding James' gun just in case they are being followed - Remus suddenly gets all white. And then he turns around to Sirius and starts screaming at James to stop the car. Because that guy back there has killed someone! He has seen it! He was suddenly in his car and now - Oh my god!

Sirius watches in horror as the realisation and memories flood through Remus' eyes at full speed and a very confused James is stopping the car at the side of the road.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He never wanted to scare Remus. And now look at this mess. Now all is lost.

When they stop Sirius carfully puts down the gun, jots down an adress and hands it to Remus - who refuses to take it from him. He looks at him like he's a madman and maybe he is right.

Sirius gets up, exits the car and walks away into the dense trees along the road.

"Where's he going? - Oi, mate, where are you going?" But neither Remus nor Sirius answer James questions.

Not for now at least. James will hear it all once they get back home...

tbc...?

[formosusiniquis]

It’s Wednesday have some worms I’m using as a warm-up.

So this is inspired by these style videos that I’ve seen a lot lately on youtube shorts cause i quit tiktok just to get stuck on the vape version. Where people go up to athletes and ask them to sign old pictures of themselves. And I’ve got two versions that have been playing in my head.

1. Chrissy and Eddie run a joint besties tiktok/social media thing where they show off their opposites attract platonic soulmate life by pushing each other out of their comfort zones, making them do things the other likes, and showing that it can be fun. Eddie takes Chrissy to a show and makes her get in the mosh pit, they jump out of a plane -- each claiming it was the other’s idea -- she makes Eddie try cheer; you get the picture.

So Chrissy drags Eddie to a sports game of your choosing, I’m going with baseball cause @thefreakandthehair ‘s latest fic with baseball steve is living in my head rent-free this week. Eddie decides that if he’s going and they’re going to do the sports equivalent of stage-dooring then he’s going to double up and get in on this trend he’s seen. The reactions are middling to bland, Tommy Hagan flips him off but does sign the photo of himself from what Eddie thinks is probably his junior prom and he and Chrissy are both pretty positive that'll be the best reaction they get for the video. But the next person they have planned to get is Steve and Eddie had to dig deep to find a picture of Steve that wasn’t a photo of him in a group shot at a party when he was in high school. It’s like the guy hit senior year and disappeared off the internet.

So Eddie walks up to the hottest guy he’s ever seen and asks for an autograph while handing Steve a photo of himself from grade school. He’s got the biggest smile on his face, one of his front teeth is missing and his hair is slipping forward onto his forehead from its picture-day perfect styling. Steve cuts off his by-rote agreement with a laugh and actually turns to look at Eddie (and Chrissy) now.

“Did everyone get one like this or am I special?”

Chrissy answers since Eddie lost the ability to speak the second Steve looked at him while smiling, “Yours is the littlest, but we did choose to ignore everyone’s professionally taken headshots.”

“You think this wasn’t done by a professional? Look at the lighting and the weird tree in the background.”

Chrissy laughs and does that thing where she kicks her leg out enough to knock Eddie back to planet earth. “You can make it out to Eddie, with an IE.” She tells Steve while Eddie massages his smarting ankle.

Steve takes the sharpie out of Eddie’s slack hand and looks down to sign. “I was always gonna sign, cause I like to think this little guy would be really excited about how far I got. But, this would be creepy if you weren’t so cute.”

Eddie is only able to answer because Steve still isn’t looking at him. “Her?”

Steve hands him the picture. “She didn’t ask for the autograph.”

They have to blur it for the video, but underneath his perfectly practiced signature, Steve sends Eddie home with his number.

Alternatively my take 2. The kids get full VIP experience tickets for Corroded Coffin and they have to go Steve. Claudia doesn’t want to cramp their style so she’s out, but if they can’t find a certified adult to take them then Ted has been volunteered. Ted, Steve. He agrees to go because even if he can’t stand the idea of spending the night fighting a migraine during the flashing lights of a heavy metal concert, he also isn’t going to let the Party suffer the social repercussions that would be Ted Wheeler going.

But he decides if he’s going to go he’s going to have fun with it. The kids let him know that it’s a small VIP (for plot reasons) and every group gets a set amount of time with the group. He’s listened to them talk about what they’re bringing to get signed, what they’re going to say to the band to sound both cool and mature. Meanwhile, he’s taking inspiration from his own feed to come up with a plan that’s going to hopefully only annoy everyone a ‘God Steve why do we take you anywhere, but yeah okay that was pretty funny’ amount and not actually ruin the kids' time.

He doesn’t actually know anyone in the band, but the internet exists and as he goes down his rabbit hole, trying to find pictures that are suitably dweeby but also cute in a wholesome way, he realizes that oops the lead guitarist is super hot and also vaguely familiar.

The night of the concert comes and Steve goes into the VIP line with five photos for the four members. Pictures from so far down the Instagram timeline that an accidental like would get him put on a watchlist. He’s got a sophomore Gareth trying his blue steel in a selfie, a photo of Jeff from the one year he did marching band to get out of his gym credit, Freak in the suit vest he got for Junior prom, and Eddie at his most dramatic ‘it’s not a phase Wayne’ stage in high school.

Eddie absolutely thinks they’re being made fun of for a minute, it’s Jeff who laughs and breaks the tension first. Which is good because Steve had waited to bring out the second picture he brought, turns out he finally figured out why the hot guitarist looked and sounded so familiar, and he shows Eddie a picture from the summer camp they went to together where they had been inseparable. That one Eddie signs gladly, his messy signature blocking out the camp counselor they had both hated. Steve won’t let the kids see, he tells them it’s weird to see your heavy metal heroes when they were eight and still waiting to get the gap between their front teeth fixed with braces. But he really just doesn’t want them to see the number Eddie wrote there and the vague promise to have Steve over to catch up and see if they can make kids as cute as they were.