#my little creep and freak and weirdo

[jonathanbyersphd]

I miss u Jonathan Byers

[realtranstybalt]

ignore this or dont i do not care right now

[vveirdvvitch]

Look! I wrote a dirty little piece of fanfiction featuring Edward Nashton!

Edward Nashton X Fem!Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, no use of y/n, smut, fluff, porn with very little plot

Summary: Eddie does you a favor

Heaven Tonight

Edward trudges up the stairs to his apartment. It had been another torturous day at the office and he was looking forward to getting back to his real work. Cleansing the city would finally give him the satisfaction he had been seeking. Nothing would keep him from obtaining his goal to purge the rotten decay at the heart of Gotham.

He rounded the landing and began the climb up the last flight when a curious sight made him forget briefly about his plans for the evening. There you sat on the filthy hallway flooring in front of your apartment door which was across the hall from his own. He pauses at his door and watches as you tap away on your phone.

And then it happens. It had happened before and each time was a special gift Edward treasured. You lift your head up and smile at him.

The first time had been approximately 8 and a half months ago when you first moved in. He had been coming home from work and nearly ran into you when you headed down for more boxes.

“Whoops! Hey sorry neighbor!”, and that 1000 watt smile had him forgiving you instantly.

He didn’t mind accidentally receiving your mail. Now he knew your name. Now you would greet him with a warm smile and say, “Thanks Ed! I don’t know why the dang mailman keeps doing this.”

“Hey Edward!” Why you were always so friendly was beyond him. He turned it over and over in his mind. Was it a trick? Were you stupid? Were you perhaps the only genuinely kind person in all of Gotham?

Ed gave you a timid tight-lipped smile, “hey, what are you doing down there?”

“Oh you know, trying to get a hold of my sister who is far too busy with her new girlfriend to care about what I’m doing, as well as our good for nothing landlord.” You paused and gave him a quizzical look, “Well, I don’t know our landlord's dating status just that he can’t be bothered to answer.”

It was Edward’s turn now to look puzzled. You pointed behind yourself towards the door, “Key broke off. I can’t get in.”

He nodded and gently huffed, “Ah!”

“So I’m down here until someone either responds or I get desperate enough to call some weirdo who decided to become a locksmith.”

The wheels of his mind clicked into motion. He could probably solve this for you with his pliers and his lock picks, but he couldn’t be sure if you would react negatively or positively. Who has a set of lock picks at the ready? Definitely a creep.

He didn’t want to freak you out and he couldn’t let you sit here in the hallway by yourself. There was no telling what kind of degenerates occupied this building. He looked to his door, key in hand.

“Um,” Edward swallowed thickly, “you could wait inside with me.”

The lock clicked and the knob turned. The wheels spun up again. Dread fell upon his shoulders like a sodden cloak. He couldn’t let you inside! One step and you would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was, in fact, a creep. A psycho. Ed-weird. His heart pounded in his chest. Sweat threatened to cover his whole body in a clammy sheen as every conceivable bad ending raced through his mind. You screaming in horror as you ran from him; You slapping him hard across the face in revulsion; You shrieking at him with unbridled rage, “let me out of here you psychopath!”

No, surely you would politely decline with another of your sweet candy smiles. Then he could suggest waiting at the diner on the corner while he took the time to vet locksmiths.

Just as he was pulling the door back towards himself you were up on your feet and pushing past him with a cheerful grin.

“Thanks Ed! I think my butt was falling…” you trail off as you truly begin to take in your surroundings. Newspaper clippings covered in large, red letters and threatening phrases paper most of the walls. Piles of ledgers, various tools, and unrecognizable contraptions litter every available surface. It all feels so surreal as you turn slowly looking for anything to give you an answer. This must be a dream. And if it is a dream, then you can do whatever you want to do.

Your gaze lands back on Edward. Still standing in the doorway looking like he might vomit or pass out. From his sudden pallor you guessed both. Your eyes make contact with each other. His big, murky green eyes full of panic pull at your heartstrings. A dream you tell yourself again.

Without too much thought, you let the words tumble out of your mouth. “Can you do me a favor Eddie?”

His eyebrows knit together in confusion but he nods.

“If you’re gonna kill me, could you at least fuck me first?”

Panic bubbles in his chest as he chokes out a strangled, “What?”

“Well,” you glance about the room again, “this is kind of a textbook serial killer apartment,” your eyes connect once again with his, “And I am the kind of dumb girl who will follow a cute guy anywhere.”

Edward’s heart stops. The wheels of his mind screech to a halt. Cute. You think he’s cute. This was not a scenario he had considered.

His face softens as he finally closes the door behind him. You find the both of you slowly crossing the room towards each other. As if your feet have no intention. They follow some magnetic drum. Prisoners of their destination.

Until the two of you stand mere inches apart. Head tilted back to look him in the eye. Heart pounding your gaze darts between his eyes and lips. The pink tip of his tongue protrudes ever so slightly to wet those lips. Before you can think too much about it you push yourself up on your toes and smash your mouth inelegantly against his. The force pushes a small squeak from your throat.

The sound snaps Edward from his tether. His arms crush you to his chest, hands pawing at your back. His form is soft yet solid against you and his fervor elicits a soft moan from your now parted lips. He takes this as your sign to deepen the kiss and his tongue begins a passionate exploration of your mouth. His hunger and inexperience make his kisses feral.

Teeth click together. Tongues clash and lick. Saliva runs freely. Drool accumulates at the corners of your mouths. Edward walks forward pushing you back towards the bedroom without breaking the kiss. His apartment is small like yours and it isn’t long before you feel the mattress hit the backs of your calves. You fall backwards onto the mattress and stare up at him.

Edward allows himself a moment to take it all in. He feels compelled to burn the image into his memory. You splayed on his bed, eyes glassy, lips parted and panting. The spitting image of delicious prey.

Carefully, as though he is trying not to spook you, he climbs onto the bed and crawls up your body. His breath is warm on your face as he leans down once again to capture your lips with his own; However the new angle causes his glasses to slide down his nose and hit you in the face.

Any tension you may have had dissolves at his soft giggles. “Sorry,” He says as he folds his glasses carefully and places them on the nightstand.

His reach pulls up the fabric of his shirt just enough to reveal the smallest sliver of his tummy. You take the opportunity to snake your hand through the gap to feel the softness for yourself.

Edward tenses, almost pulling away. Your free hand goes to the back of his head. Threading your fingers through his soft downy hair, you guide him back down for another kiss. This time his lips are hesitant. The hand still under his shirt glides over his side to his back. You dance your fingertips over the smooth skin and knobs of his spine.

His eyes flutter closed. A slow whine pushes out of his nose as his body and lips melt back against yours. It isn’t long before you feel his fingers pull at the hem of your top, so you adjust yourself enough to pull the garment up and over your head, tossed to the side. Goosebumps form on your arms and chest as Edward gapes open-mouthed at you in your modest cotton bra.

“Your turn,” you almost whisper.

Edward takes a deep breath, steeling himself against his self-consciousness. He unbuttons his shirt just enough that he can pull it and the t-shirt underneath up and over his head. While he is distracted with his task you reach behind yourself, easily unclasping your undergarment. You add it to the growing heap of discarded clothes at the same time as Edward’s shirts. A sound like the combination of a groan and a whine squeezes from his throat. The cool air causes your sensitive peaks to tighten.

The sight sends Edward into a ravenous frenzy once again. His nose crashes into the flat of your sternum and his hands crawl up to the fleshy mounds now on either side of his head. His hands knead the soft tissue and fingertips dance around your ever hardening nipples as his tongue slides across your skin.

Wanton moans pour out of your mouth at the sudden cascade of attention to your breasts. More fuel for Edward’s fire. You writhe and sigh when his wet persistent tongue travels up the side of your breast and he takes the nipple into his mouth.

Equally perverse sounds bubble their way out of Edward, his mind peacefully blank as he suckles. Your legs are tangled together and he absent mindedly humps your thigh. His hardness easily felt through the thin fabric of his cheap slacks.

Your right hand returns to his dark blonde locks, fingers tightening and pulling him off of you with a soft pop when your nipple is pulled free of his lips. You gaze on his love drunk face with its wet puppy eyes and slackened jaw. Gently you guide him to the other breast. Edward resumes his devotions to your pleasure while you reach your free hand down towards his pants.

Your fingers pull clumsily at the latch on his belt. A frustrated grunt at your failure breaks Edward from his ministrations. He looks down to where your fingertips struggle and notices the small wet dot on the crotch of his pants. You’re going to think he’s a pervert. Panic grips him yet again, until he hears your voice husky with arousal.

“Take them off.” You lick your lips before adding, “please?”

His heart leaps into his throat and he finds himself wrenching his belt loose and scrambling out of his khakis faster than he thought possible. There is a moment's hesitation before he pulls down his boxer briefs. But then he sees you are squirming out of your own pants and panties all at once. And so his underwear joins its brethren on the floor.

Edward doesn’t have time to worry about the size of his cock or what it looks like bobbing up and down, leaking precum. He would worry but the distance between your knees keeps increasing. He feels like he is watching a time-lapse of an orchid blooming, the petals unfolding to reveal the true beauty within.

As you lean back on your elbows, legs bent at the knee and falling to either side, Edward stares hungrily; a starving man crawling across the desert on hands and knees. Your sweet cunt an overly ripe peach on the verge of decay, splitting at the seams with musky juices. The promise of satiety.

Edward has never committed this particular act before but the sirens’ song of your wet, pink pussy is simply too much to resist. His arms crawl beneath your legs and wrap around your thighs. Fingers gripping lest you change your mind, close your legs, and deny him what he now considers his singular goal.

You would never, of course. In this moment, your only desire is to give in to him. You’ll do anything if it means he will continue. You’ve never felt desired like this before. Like you are a benevolent goddess offering sustenance to your most loyal servant.

His gaze flits up to yours. With a small smile and nod you award him approval. Tentatively he presses his lips to your right thigh. First a chaste kiss. Then a light flick of tongue. A gentle nibble. Briefly his breath hits your sensitive throbbing sex but your torture is prolonged when you realize he is simply moving to do the same to your other thigh.

Desire coils within your pelvis. The ache overwhelms you, your need too great.

Your whines and moans fill Edward with a confidence he was unaware he could achieve without his mask. His breath is cool and sharp on your wetness as he comes to feast on you at last.

First, a chaste kiss. You throw your head back and shudder, amazed at how such a simple action could feel so electric. Then a light flick of tongue. Your elbows give way, landing you flat on the mattress. A gentle nibble. Your thighs clamp together to hold him hostage against you at the same time your hand flies to the back of his head.

“Ahhhhh! Eddie!!! Ahhhh!” You moan his name.

A beautiful woman is moaning his name.

The wheels in Edward’s mind begin to turn yet again. He cannot lose this. He needs to know how to recreate this result. He will master this puzzle. Unleashing his tongue to explore your folds, he begins to catalog every twitch and sound you make.

The flat of his tongue licking you like an ice cream cone draws a low moan. The pointed tip drawing circles around your clit cause you to buck and hiss. He kisses, sucks, and licks. You pant, shake, and writhe. He pulls your labia into his mouth. You growl and arch your back off the bed. He pushes his slick muscle into your aching hole. Your eyes go crossed as you whine and shiver.

It is impossible to tell how much time has passed. Every touch from Edward is electric pleasure. What started as sloppy-yet-eager has become a determined assault on your pulsing cunt. Your head lolls to the side and you can see him buried between your thighs, nose pressed to your clit. Sensation and image combine to launch you into ecstasy.

Your hips buck. Moans blur into growls blur into a purr. You feel your insides tighten and relax. Tighten and relax. A gush of fluid rushes into Edward’s mouth which he drinks gratefully.

Panting, he pulls back to look back up at you. His eyes glassy with lust and triumph. Face glistening with your release. Never have you seen something so erotic.

Your hands dart out and clutch his shoulders, “Eddie please, I need you. I need you in me.”

Edward pushes a sharp breath out of his nose. This is it. Jaw clenched, he reaches for his bedside table and pulls a condom from the top drawer. Not that he had many lovers, just that sometimes economy of cleanup during certain solo activities was tantamount.

With shaking fingers he rips the package open and tosses the wrapper away. He tries to steady his breathing and roll the condom on his turgid member. Lips pursed in concentration, eyes closed, Edward takes a deep grounding breath.

His absence is too much. You wiggle yourself closer to him and whisper seductively, “Please Edward.”

His eyes snap back open. His face set in determination he leans himself towards you. Propping himself on up his elbows over you. You simply can’t take it any longer. Before he can make another move you snake your hand between your legs and grasp him firmly eliciting a growling moan from the usually stoic man.

He is thick and firm in your palm. Twitching with excitement. You guide him towards your entrance, rolling your hips up to take in the tip. Seemingly of their own volition, Edward’s hips come crashing into yours, sheathing himself in one fluid motion. If you weren’t so aroused it may have been painful but all you can feel is a delicious fullness. Sparks ignite behind your wide eyes.

Edward takes a deep shuddering breath and pulls back slowly, looking down to see where you connect. He nearly pulls all the way out before sliding back in. The pace he sets is tortuously slow. Dragging his full length in and out. Your eyes roll back in your head, legs shaking. Edward has the sudden desire to never cum. To simply slide in and out for eternity. Perhaps that would be heaven.

Warmth and desire pools in your belly. Your legs come up to wrap around his hips. Your arms wrap around his torso. Still he continues to go much slower and gentler than what you crave.

“Please Eddie faster, please” you sob into his shoulder.

Unable to do anything but give in to your request, his pace quickens. He screws his eyes shut tight and wills himself to hold out. To remain here inside of you for as long as possible.

Edward nearly loses his control when your nails dig into his back and you wail, “Harder!”

A high pitched whine builds deep within him as he pistons himself into you. This is what you had been craving. Him rutting like a crazed buck in heat.

You pitch your hips up in time with his. Wet slapping sounds echo around the room peppered with guttural moans and hisses of pleasure.

Jaw clenched, Edward uses every ounce of willpower he has to maintain his pace, holding back just enough to avoid falling over the edge. No small feat as you thrash beneath him. Gasping. Clawing at his back. Digging your heels into his ass.

“Ohmygod, Eddie! Mm gonna cum!” Your body engulfs in fire, every nerve alight with ecstasy. You become weightless, out of time and space as your orgasm crashes through you.

Edward feels the rush of warm liquid. Your soft, slick walls clamp down on him like a vice. The muscles contract in waves to produce a milking sensation. He does not slow, fucking you through your orgasm and quickly catching up to his own.

A sweet languid smile graces your flushed face as you come back down from your peak. You are so beautiful, so angelic in his eyes.

A dark possessiveness overcomes him. His thrusts come even faster. More wild than before. He buries his face into your neck and growls, “Mine.”

The word unlocks something within you. Your arms and legs curl around him tighter as you gasp your reply, “Yours.”

His teeth sink into your neck. You feel his growls reverberate in your whole body as he repeats it over and over. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

The tension in his abdomen becomes too much to bear. He feels his scrotum tighten in anticipation of release. Edward seats himself inside your warmth as deeply as he possibly can. A strangled cry rips from his lungs as he cums inside of you.

As the spots fade from his vision and his ragged breath evens out, the full realization of what has transpired comes over Edward. The pretty girl from next door was beneath him. Naked. The woman he had pined over since the very first time she had smiled at him was flushed and breathing unsteadily.

Cold spiney fingers of panic start clawing at his chest. The questions don’t just run at lightning speed through his mind, they tumble speedily from his lips.

“Um A-are you okay? Uh did you uh c-cum? Was was I good?”

Edward’s face burns with embarrassment at his clumsy pillow talk.

Until your face once again brightens with a smile, “Yes, oh yes and oh my god yes!!”

You punctuate each affirmation with a kiss, gazing back at him adoringly.

His heart swells beating back the icy grip of panic. He lets out a breath he did not know he was holding and gently untangles himself from you.

Edward carefully slides the condom off his now softened member and ties off the end. He places it gently on the nightstand. Cringing at the sickening squish sound it makes.

He picks up his glasses, places them on his face, and turns back to you. “Um do you need anything? What should I do now?”

Your face splits into a warm smile, “Just cuddle me, silly.”

You open your arms up to him and he slides down to lay beside you. Arms wrap around each other and legs entangle together. Edward grabs the blanket and pulls it over you both at an awkward angle. You idly play with his hair and a contented sigh escapes you.

“Hmm I guess this means you’re not gonna kill me huh? “ you say with a tired laugh.

“No,” you can feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck, “but I might chain you to the radiator.” A high pitched almost manic giggle bursts from him.

You join him with your own laughter crazed from the whirlwind of emotion. You didn’t know if he was kidding or not. Or if you even cared.

End

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Not That Kind of Guy

Part Ten: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink (Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, oral, dick piercing, spit, back shots, GEN. SMUT[Be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is so annoyed with his mother. He discovers something and Ghost has plans for it. [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: August 16th

I thought for sure you’d kick me to the curb. But just like always, you never fail to amaze me. You like the side of me that no one else does, you like both of me, that’s a miracle if I’ve ever seen one.

I don’t even like both of me.

You chose me, for whatever reasons you might have, pure curiosity or genuine care and interest… I don’t really care. All I care about is that you chose me. You want me. Me. All of me.

You’re choosing both of me. Separately. But soon you’ll love both sides of me, you’ll love me as a whole. That’s something no one has ever given to me. No one has ever wholly loved me, partially because I’ve never shown anyone all of me, partially because I used to fail miserably at balancing the black and white of my being.

Anakin the perfect boyfriend and future husband deserves your daylight love. Ghost the purposely imperfect and probably less than sane guy deserves your midnight curiosities.

I like this. Separating myself this way, it’s more manageable. I’ve tried for years and years to just be Anakin who is always pretending to be the man of the year, but is still just a tad too… off putting.

To everyone back home, I’ll always be the strange guy who only had two friends, himself and the neighbor kid who was only such good friends with him because they grew up in close proximity.

Anakin, the weird kid who didn’t know how to smile properly.

Anakin, the creep who stared too much, not at anything inappropriate. I wasn’t leering at women or anything, it’s just creepy for people to be looked at by someone who has ‘dead eyes’ and ‘doesn’t blink enough’.

Anakin, the ‘well he’s trying’ boy. The poor little guy who brought Brianna a handful of nettles on the playground, tied together with worms. ‘He meant well! He’s trying to be nice sweetie.’

Anakin, the ‘turn out your pockets before you come inside’ kid. You come home with a dead squirrel in your hoodie pocket once and your mother will never trust you not to have another stashed somewhere.

‘hey, it’s not that I don’t think you’re great! I do! You’re just not… great for me.’

‘please don’t look at me like that, it makes me uncomfortable’

‘Get away from my yard, I know what you’re doing!’

‘Who’s cat is that? Anakin! Where did you get this?’

‘Ani, you can’t keep doing this. I can’t protect you forever!’

‘Don’t you want to have friends? A girlfriend? To grow up and have a family? Don’t you want that?’

I was always Anakin-weird as hell, psycho, town freak-Skywalker.

In your daylight love I can be Anakin-nice guy, perfect smile, warm hugs-Skywalker.

I can shove everything else into The Pit until I’m ready to put on that Ghostface mask and take off my mask of normalcy. Weird isn’t it? Putting on a mask just to take off another one?

I like it though. I really like it.

I can be normal for you. I can. I can be normal. As long as Ghost can be let out of The Pit sometimes. No more balancing on the edge for Anakin. No more hiding and pretending and suffocating myself with the act of being a person.

If I can flood Anakin with all the things I’ve learned over the years, all the knowledge I’ve stored away in my mind’s filing cabinets… then you can have the man you deserve.

You’ll just have to come to terms with the fact that once Ghost makes his appearance, your Anakin is gone until further notice.

I think you’ll do well with that. You’re already handling it swimmingly.

Diary Entry: August 17th

You left me a note of your own this morning, a question I wasn’t expecting in the slightest. When I walked into the kitchen and finally cracked open the diary you’d left laying there for me I was shocked. Absolutely and completely shocked.

‘When are you coming home?’

You’re asking Ghost to visit you? For real? I don’t even know how to react, I never thought you’d be the one requesting the company of my masked presence. I guess giving you an option, proving your feelings and your well-being mattered most to me was the right move.

Now I just have to figure out what I’m going to do. I’ll have to plan. I need to think.

I have to be so much more careful now.

Date

August 18th

This is the first time Ghost hasn’t responded when you’ve contacted him. It’s been three days of nothing. He’s not been inside your house at all, no gifts, nothing has been moved, your cat’s bowl is empty when you get home.

His absence is more unsettling that his presence.

You’re beginning to wonder if you’ve angered him by asking about his next visit, was that the wrong thing to do? Did it freak him out? Asking about his plans… did it make him uncomfortable? Or is he tired of the chase now? Now that you’re interested… is it possible he’s lost the adrenaline rush of it all and he won’t be back at all?

There’s no time to ponder or worry right now, yet here you are staring into the foggy mirror in your bathroom post-shower.

“Hey sweetheart?” Anakin’s cheery voice floated to you from under the door.

“In here!” You called out, opening the door up and wiping off the mirror, grateful to have been pulled out of your mind.

“Want help picking something out?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your middle, pressing his nose to the crown of your head to smell your freshly washed hair.

“Mmm yeah if you want.” You nodded, smiling at him in the mirror.

“You excited?” He grinned, poking your sides to hear you giggle.

“Yeah… a little bit nervous though to be honest.” You confessed.

“What? Why? They’ll like you, I have no doubts.” He said with a reassuring squeeze to your shoulders.

“I know, it’s just… what if they don’t?” You asked nervously, looking away from his intense gaze in the mirror.

“They will.” He whispered kissing your temple.

“But what if they don’t?”

“They will, but, if for some reason they don’t then they’re stupid.” He shrugged his shoulders. “But I know they will okay?”

“But Ani I’m worr-“

“Hey.” He said sharply, catching the words before they could leave your lips. “That’s enough.” He said in a softer tone.

He sighed, grabbing the hair brush from the sink countertop. He started brushing through your wet tangles, starting at the ends and working his way up.

“You’re important to me. They know that.” Anakin whispered, kissing your shoulder. “They know you’re something special, trust me. I’ve never brought anyone to meet them before.”

“Seriously?” You whipped your head around with a horrified expression on your face.

“Yeah seriously.” He nodded. “I’ve never felt like this for anyone else.” He gently directed your head back to face the mirror so he could continue brushing your hair.

“That makes it even worse!” You squeaked, slumping over against the sink, your arms crossed on the cold Formica top with your forehead rested on them.

“Why?” He asked as he sat the brush aside and placed his hand on your back, rubbing up and down the soft fabric of the towel around you.

“I’m the first girl you’re bringing home!” You said exasperatedly, “they’re gonna be expecting someone like… like super great and amazing.”

“You are super great and amazing.” He laughed, squeezing your hip and patting it gently.

“But-“

“Baby stop.” He said softly. “You’re gonna work yourself up all over nothin’. Please, just trust me okay? They’re gonna think you’re perfect.”

“Okay.” You sighed, standing back up and turning around to hug him tightly. “Alright. Let’s get ready then.”

“I’m ready.” He said gesturing to his tight grey crewneck and ripped black jeans. “All fancy and shit.”

“I wouldn’t say fancy, but I would say hot.” You grinned.

“Stop.” He chuckled, “should I go change? I can’t have you drooling over me at the dinner table with my parents.”

“No, no don’t change.” You shook your head with a giggle. “I can wait.”

“You can wait?” He gave you a devilishly toothy smile. “Wait for what darlin’? Does baby need some attention?”

He picked you up and sat you on the sink counter, giving your ass a firm squeeze. Immediately bringing one hand to your cheek, his thumb on your chin, he tilted your head to the side and hovered his lips just over your skin. Barely grazing the softness of his lips up the length of your neck to the dip beneath your ear. His free hand rubbing up and down your side, as he finally pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to your sensitive flesh.

“My girl only waits when I say so.” He whispered, nipping your earlobe.

He nuzzled into your neck, bringing your ass to the edge of the sink with one arm, using the same hand to slip beneath your towel and travel up your abdomen. The towel fell from where it was tightly tucked at your chest, Anakin’s hand cupping your breast gently as he thumbed at your nipple.

His lips soldered to yours in a passionate caress of lips and tongues, you could taste the minty flavor of the gum he constantly chewed, the forever lingering ghost of cigarettes and the delicious savory flavor that was uniquely him.

He was so good at distracting you with his mouth on yours that he could get away with just about anything and you’d never know until it was too late. Just like now, when you heard his belt buckle clank against the bathroom tiles. You couldn’t help but smile, it was something so simple, but it was one of your favorite things.

The sound will forever be associated with every kiss, every touch, every gasp and breath he’d given you and every intimate moment to come. The jangle of his belt buckle coming loose meant falling apart in his arms, it meant love without saying it aloud.

Anakin snickered as he teased your opening with one finger, swirling it around the outside, never fully dipping inside.

“Greedy little pussy.” His deep bedroom voice never failed to conjure up a gush of slick to your already drenched cunt. “So fucking wet already.”

“Mhm.” You nodded, wiggling your hips closer to his hand or at least you tried to, Anakin held you firmly in place, tsking at your attempt.

“See? Greedy.” He chuckled but gave in anyway, finally pushing in one digit to twirl around your gummy walls while he pumped in and out slowly.

“Can’t help it.” You panted, breathing heavily despite the relief of getting what you wanted, you needed more. “Missed you Ani.”

“Oh poor thing, I missed you too.” He cooed, adding a second finger while he rolled his wrist as he thrusted his fingers deeper.

Just as you were about to speak again, the shrill sound of your phone alarm blared next to you on the counter top, making you both jump.

“Jesus! what the fuck.” He snorted, “pause baby.” He said as he reached over to turn it off and check the time.

“I’m so glad you set shit like that or else we’d never get anywhere on time.” He said with a smile. “Now, hop down and let me bend you over.”

“What we’re doing a quickie?” You teased as you did as requested, sliding off the sink and obediently bending at the waist for him.

“As much as I hate it, yes.” He sighed. “You know I like to take my time.”

He said as he rubbed his rough palm over the swell of your ass, tugging his boxers down with his other hand. He shoved his palm under your chin and tapped your cheek.

“Spit.” His voice was rough and gritty, like he he was straining, fighting not to ram himself into you right that very second.

You spit into his hand, earning a mumbled: “Atta girl.”

He slicked his cock with your saliva, stroking himself quickly with the head of his cock pressed to your entrance, pleasuring himself but just torturing you with the heat of his length.

“Ani!” You whined, pushing your hips back against him.

You’d done exactly what he wanted. The second you pushed back he rammed his cock deep inside your pulsing heat. He set a brutal pace, wrapping one arm around your chest. Your hands instinctively flew up to hold onto his muscled forearm, his grip tightened and you gasped in surprise.

“Christ Anakin.” You breathed out, your eyes wide with shock at this sudden change of pace.

He was a slow and sensual lover, he liked to take his sweet time and caress every curve and kiss every centimeter of flesh that he could reach. But this was completely different, this was pure hunger, hips snapping against your ass at a punishing pace.

His other arm came down your stomach and spread your pussy lips apart to press and pinch the little hard nub that would have you shaking beneath him.

The way he was breathing so heavily in your ear, the hot air fanning over your cheek, it only heightened the feeling. Sending goosebumps down your skin and perking up your nipples again. The sound of your wetness was loud enough to hear with each and every plunge of his cock.

“You like it like this baby?” He chuckled, “sounds like you like it.”

“Uh huh.” You nodded rapidly, gripping his arm tightly as a particularly sharp streak of lightning shot through you.

Your pussy clenched down around his cock and you closed your eyes to concentrate on the feeling the metal jewelry at the tip of his cock gave you as it stroked your insides roughly.

“Making such pretty noises,” he moaned, tilting your head back and to the side using your hair, to properly reach your mouth so he could ravage you with his tongue just as he was with his dick.

“C’mon baby, let me hear it.” He panted, sucking your lip between his teeth.

“That’s it, yeah there’s my girl.” He laughed, watching your eyes roll back until just the whites were visible. Your eyes fluttered shut as your cunt pulsed around him.

“Fuck… Fuck that’s- right there… please?” You whined, trapping his hand right where it was with your fingers digging into his wrist.

“Good manners.” He praised, licking along the length of your jaw. “Good manners baby, so proud.”

“Just like this huh?” He questioned teasingly, a smirk on his lips caught your attention in the foggy mirror. “You like the piercing don’t you baby? Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Fuck yeah.” You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut tight while you waited for him to push you over the edge. “L-love it. Don’t ever fucking take it out again.”

“Sure thing baby.” He snickered. “You ready sweetheart? Getting close aren’t you?”

“You can cum.” He said as you nodded, his forehead now resting on your shoulder as he drilled into you, rolling your clit between his finger and thumb.

The coil that had been wound tightly in your core snapped with his permission, a high pitched groan eeked out from between your gritted teeth, your cunt leaking down his shaft as he fucked you through the high.

“Lean down.” He said as he pulled out abruptly, leaving you gaping and gasping for breath.

“Perfect.” He groaned, one hand on your waist as you pressed your torso against the sink counter.

He stroked his cock wildly, his fingers digging into the plush of your waist, squeezing soothingly when his chin dropped to his chest and he stiffened up, holding his breath. All you could hear was the sound of his slick hand pumping his swollen length over your ass.

Until finally you felt the warm spurts of cum splatter on your skin, the viscous fluid dribbling down your lower spine until it slid over your ass hole.

“Fuck, that looks so damn pretty.” He breathed heavily, standing back to take in his art work.

“I should take a picture.” He whispered, kneeling behind you with a hand under each ass cheek, he licked up his own cum with a satisfied hum.

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Approximately an hour after Anakin defiled you in the steamy confines of your bathroom, you were walking hand in hand into one of the nicer restaurants on the outer circle of the city. Meeting his mother terrified you, his stepfather not so much. Anakin didn’t grow up with him, he wasn’t a staple of his childhood.

But his mother was. She was a single parent, worked so incredibly hard to provide for herself and her son. She made sure he had everything he needed and then some, she was truly a saint.

“Chill out.” Anakin whispered, squeezing your hand gently. “You’re okay.”

You nodded and silently let Anakin pull you along behind the host who was leading you to the table where his mother and stepdad waited for you both.

You laid eyes on his mother first and the smile that spread across your lips was genuine. As soon as you saw her your worries started to slip into the backseat of your mind. She exuded a calming atmosphere, she seemed so serene and unbothered. What you’d give to live life like that.

You could see where Anakin got his comforting nature from, especially as she stood up and extended her hand to you. The gentle smile and warmth in the crinkle of her eyes was enough to melt your heart.

“I’m Shmi.” She introduced herself in a soft tone, looking to her side where her husband sat. “This is Cliegg, Anakin’s stepfather.” He gave you a nod and warm smile after clapping Anakin on the back in an awkward side hug.

“It’s great to meet you guys!” You chirped, introducing yourself quickly.

“You too sweetie.” Shmi smiled, moving to envelope her son in a hug.

“Hey momma.” Anakin chuckled, squishing her shorter frame in a big bear hug. “Miss ya.”

“Missed you too hon.” She said quietly, patting his chest before returning to her seat.

She gave Anakin a little smile of approval when he pulled your chair out for you to slide into, you wanted to gush about how grateful you were that she’d raised him to be such a gentleman but you got the feeling that she already knew.

The four of you engaged in a bit of small talk while looking over the menu options, you refrained from even picking up the menu, getting an odd look from Cliegg who just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘suit yourself’. The waiter returned with ice water for everyone and a bottle of wine for the table, getting ready to take orders with their pad and pen at the ready.

After Anakin’s mother and her husband ordered, Shmi looked at you expectantly but you just gave her a small smile as Anakin ordered for the both of you.

“Anakin.” She chided him after the waiter left. “She’s perfectly capable of speaking for herself.”

“I know she is.” He said firmly. “But she shouldn’t have to when I’m perfectly capable of doing it for her.”

“Shmi it’s okay really.” You laughed light, knocking Anakin’s foot with your own as a warning. “I prefer it honestly. I think it’s sweet.”

She gave you an odd look, her face was soft just as it had been the whole night so far, but her eyes conveyed something that you couldn’t quite place.

“Alright sweetie.” She conceded and nodded, the look passing over her eyes just as quickly as it appeared.

Anakin’s arm slid around your waist momentarily to offer some comfort, gently squeezing your hip and tapping his thumb rhythmically while he jumped straight back into the conversation he was having with his stepdad.

“So, Anakin’s told me quite a bit about you.” Shmi said warmly. “He said you’re a waitress and you’re taking classes at the college?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” You nodded happily. “The Bluebird Diner, it’s a real great place. Anakin’s a big fan of the butterscotch pie.” You smiled.

“The college… yes I’m taking classes. They’re all going well but I’m not set on a major yet and it’s getting to be the time that I decide.” You sucked in an anxious breath, giving her a nervous look.

“Well that’s perfectly fine.” She said, surprising you with her acceptance of your unplanned career. “I dropped out after my freshman year and didn’t complete my degree until Anakin was in highschool.” She explained.

“Oh really?” You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Anakin’s side profile while he spoke to his stepfather. “Do you mind if I ask why?”

“Why I dropped out?” She asked, leaning back in her chair. “Well it was for a few reasons. Mostly because it’s difficult to work, educate yourself and raise a child alone.”

“I can imagine it would be.” You agreed with a humored smile, expecting to be met with a similar expression by Shmi.

Though you weren’t, instead she had a strange sort of reminiscent look about her. Not the fuzzy feeling of nostalgic reminiscing, more of a moment of remembering something unpleasant.

“Yes.” She nodded, “Anakin didn’t make it any easier.”

“Oh…” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at her sudden shift in demeanor.

It seems she noticed your body language change and she quickly corrected herself by breaking out into a smile, sitting back up straighter in her seat.

“But what kid doesn’t?” She laughed lightly, reaching out to pat your hand affectionately.

“Right,” you nodded, chalking up her strange switch up as a mother remembering her rowdy son. It must be hard, seeing him grown up and finally bringing a girl to meet her.

“So how did you two meet?” Shmi asked, turning in her seat to face you fully, giving you her full attention. “Anakin said you’re neighbors?”

“Yeah! Yeah that’s how we met officially.” You nodded.

“Officially?”

“Well we found out after we’d talked a few times that we actually met at the bar he works at.” You explained, “he made a drink for me. I thought he looked like… semi-familiar, you know it’s hard to miss the tattoos.” You smiled.

“Oh that’s very true.” Shmi laughed. “Definitely stands out.”

“Yeah, so we officially met the day he was moving in across the hall from me.”

“Oh you’re telling her about move in day?” Anakin cut in with a big grin on his face.

“Mhm.” You nodded happily, gazing at him with a hint of adoration in your eyes. “Anakin had his stuff strewn out in the hallway and I knocked over a stack of his books.” You laughed and he squeezed your shoulder lightly.

“Yeah, then we chatted for a bit and she noticed a book of mine that she’d lost her copy of, so I gave it to her. That’s how I snatched her up.” He said proudly, gesturing to you with both hands like he was presenting a trophy.

“Huh, who knew you had a little romantic streak?” Cliegg laughed.

“Oh he definitely does!” You agreed eagerly.

“Well Anakin I have to say: I’m extremely impressed you’ve found such a lovely girl.” Shmi said softly, glancing at you with those warm eyes.

“Took you long enough.” His stepdad smacked his upper arm with the back of his hand with a deep laugh.

“Hey, I was holding out for the right one.” Anakin said with a satisfied smile. “I wanted my forever girl and I found her.”

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The rest of the night went smoothly, no hiccups, no awkward moments, nothing you’d worried about came to fruition. His mother was as sweet as could be and her husband definitely suited her well. All in all, you were happy to have had the opportunity to get to know them. You were proud to be the first girl worthy of meeting them and you were thrilled that they seemed to like you as much as you liked them.

“See? Told you.” Anakin whispered, walking beside you out of the restaurant.

“You were right.” You sighed. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I was what?” He fake gasped, one hand coming up to cover his mouth dramatically.

“You heard me and I’m not repeating it.” You giggled, bumping him with your shoulder.

“Good enough for me princess, I’ll take it.” He smiled, pulling you close and pressing a chaste kiss to your hair.

You said your goodbyes to Anakin’s parents just outside the entrance, a full, loving hug from Shmi and a ‘you’re great but we’re not there yet’ double hand squeeze on one of yours from his stepdad.

You’d just started walk to the car when Shmi called out to Anakin, causing you both to swivel around.

“Ani, sweetheart can you come talk for just a second?” She asked sweetly.

“Oh… yeah okay.” He nodded, handing you the car keys.

“I’ll go see what’s up baby.” He said with a soft tone, “go ahead to the car.”

You followed instructions and did exactly as he asked, climbing into the passenger seat of his car and starting it so you could listen to the radio while Anakin was gone. You didn’t think much of it, it was probably just a bit of an after dinner debrief.

Anakin jogged over to his mom and leaned against Cliegg’s truck while he climbed in, leaving just Shmi and Anakin to speak alone.

“Ani she’s a wonderful girl.” Shmi said, squeezing his arm gently.

“Yeah she is, she’s perfect isn’t she?” He gushed, his pupils widened at just the thought of you.

“Yes-“

“She’s just… everything. She’s everything to me.” He continued, picking up his mothers hand.

“Just w-“

“I mean I really believe she’s the one mom.” He squeezed her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles in an affectionate way. “Really I do, she’s perfect. I- I’m so glad you guys like her, I knew you would of course but she was just so nervous and-“

“Anakin!” Shmi said sternly, her voice quickly going back to a calm tone after getting his attention.

“Anakin, sweetie, I’m so glad you’ve found your person.” She started slowy, holding eye contact with her son’s intense gaze. “I’m proud of you, you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah of course-“

“I’m proud of you. You’re a good boy honey.” She said quietly, “she’s a sweet girl, she deserves the best.”

“Well yeah she does, of course she does and-“

“Are you being your best?” Shmi asked him, her voice turning hard, alittle sharp. “Swear to me, Anakin. Swear you are?”

“Yes mom.” He sighed as though he were expecting this conversation.

“Are you still taking your medicine? Seeing your doctor?” She asked worriedly.

“Really?” He scoffed. “Please, let’s just drop it. This was a good day, please don’t ruin it by worrying over nothing.”

“Are you though?”

“Yes!” He hissed, clenching his teeth tightly. “Yes I’m still seeing the doctor and taking the stupid pills, yes.”

“Good. Very good.” She breathed a sigh of relief at his compliance.

“Don’t ask me if she knows.” Anakin said sternly. “She doesn’t.”

“You can’t just keep that from her, she has a right to know Anakin!”

“It’s not the right time for that.” He raised his voice slightly. “She doesn’t need to know yet. I’ll tell her on my own terms.”

“But you can’t-“

“I said: I’ll tell her on my own terms.” He breathed deeply, keeping his temper in check. “Please mom, just… just be happy for me okay? I’m doing really good, I’m happy. Please just let me be happy.”

“Alright.” She sighed, nodding slowly. “You’re right. I’m sorry sweetie, I shouldn’t have questioned you like that.”

“It’s okay. I know you worry.” He mumbled, pulling her into a hug, his hand rubbing between her shoulder blades.

“I- I just so badly want you to be happy.” She said quietly. “I want you to be safe, happy, and loved. You deserve to be loved.”

“I am loved.” Anakin whispered, his voice rough, “You love me. Cliegg loves me. Owen probably loves me. I think she might love me too.”

“You think so?” She asked in a brighter tone.

“Yeah, I do.” He nodded, pulling back with a soft smile.

Diary Entry: August 18th

I love my mother, but she worries too much. Talking to me like I’m some child to be coddled and babysat. I don’t need her or anyone else to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do, especially when it comes to you, my little doe.

I know what’s best for you, for our relationship, and it’s my opinion that you don’t need to burden yourself with my past transgressions. I’m a changed man, what I did as a teenager, as a kid, has no reflection on who I am today.

Telling you about it is out of the question. At least for now… but, it’d probably be for the best to never, ever speak of it. I just don’t see the point in sharing something like that with you when it would cause your pretty little head to worry over something so irrelevant to the present.

Not to mention the stupid fucking doctor. It was ridiculous, asking me such a personal question when she knows very well that it upsets me when she interrogates me like that. It’s none of her business anymore, I’m not a child, I can take care of myself.

If anything, her questioning and distrust makes me want to do it even less just to prove that I can live without it.

I don’t need to see a fucking shrink if I’m taking the pills right? It’s overkill to do both. I don’t need to talk about my feelings, I don’t need to tell a stranger all about my past and the questionable things I’ve done. That’s why I have a journal and I think it suits me just fine.

Just another reason why I love you so much. You’ve helped me by getting me into writing stuff down instead of keeping it bottled up. You’re responsible for the thing that helps keep me from spiraling, you should be so proud of yourself, showing me this A+ coping skill.

It’s way better than: ‘Breathe in… breathe out… focus on your surroundings and count the things you can see and feel.’

Like what the hell is that? What’s that supposed to do? Distract me? Yeah right.

It can’t distract me from what’s going on in my head. Not when it’s so much all at once, all the time. It was exhausting to pretend that something like that was working for me. Journaling is so much better. So much easier.

It’s real and it’s tangible. I can flip through the pages and return to the good things, or I can skip over the bad stuff but take comfort in knowing that I was able to write it down.

So fuck the shrink, I’m not going back. I haven’t been in months and I’m doing perfectly fine.

Diary Entry: August 20th

I cannot for the life of me figure out what the hell I’m going to do. I’m grasping at straws here, trying to figure out how to handle the Ghost situation.

I can tell you’re getting annoyed.

How am I supposed to respond? I know it’s been days but I can’t bring myself to answer the texts, the notes, the questions shouted into your otherwise empty home.

Hopefully you’ll understand, though I acknowledge that you have every reason to be upset with me. I’m assuming you’re feeling some sort of betrayal after the letter… I hate that. I really hate it. But it’s unavoidable.

You responded extremely well to my offer and the opportunity for a choice. So I’ll just do that again. That sounds reasonable, I’ll give a bit of an explanation, little apology and then I’ll let you choose what happens next.

This is what happens when I don’t fully plan ahead. I fuck things up and then it’s just a gommed up mess.

Then the whole situation with my mother really threw me off. It just added another layer of ‘what the hell’ to my already high stack of self imposed problems.

I want to do something. I need to do something. I have shit to get off my chest.

Date

August 22nd

Finally, finally Ghost has gotten back in contact with you.

Now that the little grey envelope is sitting on your nightstand… you almost don’t want to open it. After all the silence on his end it’s impossible to guess what he has to say. Though as you’re convincing yourself not to open it, it’s found it’s way into your hand.

LETTER

Little Doe,

My absence was unexpected for you as well as myself, for that I apologize. I would go into detail if I could but unfortunately we both know that I can’t do that.

Let’s just say that my life got a bit complicated and I had to take a moment to iron things out. Now that everything is starched and pressed it’ll be back to business as usual.

While I was gone I took some time to consider your question as well. So I’ll match you with a question of my own.

I’ve been… stressed to say the very least. I don’t like to be destructive, I’m not that kind of guy. So I was wondering if you’d help me out, give me a bit of an alternative rage release?

Don’t lie, I know you’re curious. I know you want me just as badly as I want you. I bet you’re wet just reading this, aren’t you? I think it’s high time for you to be conscious enough to really enjoy everything I’m giving you. Don’t you agree?

I heard you like it rough. Is that true princess? I’ll give you rough, just say the word and I’ll make sure you’ve got marks that’ll last for weeks.

Next half of the question: here or elsewhere?

You sure do love to show off that little body of yours. I wonder if that would translate over into your sex life if you’d let it.

Your choice little doe.

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‘He did not just ask me that… did he?’

You stared at the letter in your hands, your mind going well over the speed limit on the road to rational thinking. It was tempting, oh so very tempting. He’s right of course, he always is, you are curious. You do want him, maybe even need him.

It’s obvious he’s more than capable of giving you what you needed, what you wanted. The man had you feigning for him for weeks with no relief, all from teasing you, all while you were unaware.

It would be… interesting to see for yourself in the waking world what he’s done to you in dreamland. It’s alright if it’s for research purposes isn’t it? Is it really cheating if you don’t know the person at all, his identity is a complete mystery; that should count for something right?

Just a smidgen of a mitigating factor would be enough to sway you to say yes.

“Hey.” You called out, waving your hand as if he were there with you and you were trying to get his attention. “You listening?”

*Ping* a text came through almost immediately: ‘Always.’

“You’re serious about this?” You asked, holding the stationary in one hand, gesturing to it with your other.

‘I’m always serious.’

“Right.” You sighed, pulling your legs up to sit cross-legged. “I don’t think this would be very kind of me to do. I just met Anakin’s mother, our relationship is getting serious.”

‘Congrats. What does that have to do with my need to fuck you?’

“Uh everything.” You scoffed. “That’s cheating. I don’t want to cheat on him!”

‘Defensive are we?’

“Yes,” you hissed, scrubbing your forehead with the palm of your hand, “very defensive for good reason.”

‘I admire your loyalty, but be honest with yourself little doe.’

“I am being honest! I don’t want to cheat on him!” You shouted back.

‘You didn’t say that you didn’t want me to fuck your though.’

“Christ.” You mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I didn’t say that. You’re right.” You conceded.

‘Then it’s a yes?’

“Not necessarily.” You snapped, the true answer was right there, clawing away in the cage of your teeth.

‘So no then.’

“That’s not what I said.” You said hastily, alittle too eager to correct him.

‘I see.’

“What?” You scoffed, staring at the message that’d popped up.

Another followed, this time a voice message. You hesitated before pressing play, holding your phon up to your ear to hear it clearly. His gravely distorted voice washed over you in all its unholy temptation.

“Don’t worry little doe. I know just what you need.” He paused for a moment as if considering something, “It’s been a while since you’ve had a night out. Go have some fun, I’ll catch up with you.”

“Oh no. Absolutely not. You’re not knocking me out cold again.” You said angrily.

‘Of course not. I want you to be awake for this.’

“Then… then why do you want me to go to the bar?” You asked suspiciously.

‘Surprise :)’

“Fuck.” You muttered, rubbing your temples before picking up your phone to message Luke and Han, as well as your good friend from book club.

“Just to be perfectly clear: I’m not saying yes!” You said, looking around the room with a red tint to your cheeks.

‘Not a no either.’

You could practically hear his voice, that teasing tone you knew all too well. What an ass, a stupid sexy ass.

DATE

August 24th

“Oh look at you princess.” Anakin whistled wrapping his arms around your waist when you walked out of your bedroom in a sweet little pink dress.

“Pretty, pretty girl.” He mumbled and he nuzzled into your hair, taking a deep breath to smell the scent of your shampoo.

“Oh hush,” you giggled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “can’t be saying stuff like that, you’re gonna get me all flustered.”

“What if I want you to be all flustered?” He chuckled, tipping your head back to capture your lips and invade your mouth with a gentle caress of his tongue.

“Mmm taste as good as you look baby.” He whispered, his words fanning over your bottom lip and straight down to your core.

“Anakin…” you whined, looking up at him and wishing for mercy.

“Shhh don’t whine.” He laughed, pinching your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “I’ll quit teasin’… for now.”

“But you do look gorgeous you know?” He said sincerely, very lightly touching your cheek so as not to mess up your makeup.

“Thank you Ani.” You said shyly, leaning up on your tip toes to kiss his nose.

“So what’s the plan again? Dinner at that one Thai place you like? Then you’re going to the bar?” He asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter, his hands resting on the countertop at his sides.

“Yep that’s the plan.” You nodded, checking your bag to ensure you had everything you needed.

“Call me when you get there? You’re walking aren’t you?” He asked, looking at you with a gaze of concern that warmed your heart.

“Yes I’m walking and yes I will call when I get to the restaurant and I’ll text when I’m leaving.” You promised, tossing your mini backpack over your shoulder and giving him a hug and soft kiss.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll see you at the bar.” He said in a low tone, smoothing out your hair as he held you close for a moment longer.

You left your home and Anakin behind, trotting down the steps to the city streets below. A walk would be good for you, plenty of time to think and plenty of time to clear your head of those thoughts before you reach your destination.

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Diary Entry: August 24th

I’m so excited. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited to do something for you.

I know it’s a bit presumptuous, but I think I know you fairly well and if you’re reading those nasty, raunchy books on your bookshelf… well I think it’s safe to say you might be interested in some of it for yourself right? You already think a man in a Ghostface mask with a knife is sexy.

I’m gonna give you what I think you like. I know I will love it. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time but I was always alittle too chicken to do it. Even before we started dating, before you knew about Ghost. It’s been a fantasy of mine that I’ve thought of way more often than I’ll ever admit.

But now I have your unspoken permission, well at least your non-denial of it. Which isn’t technically consent but who cares; it’s been so blurred between us already.

Honestly its super comforting the way that you so vehemently defend our relationship. I’ve never had someone go to bat for me like that before, it’s endearing. It makes me feel cared for, loved, needed.

I know it’s hypocritical, trust me I know that; but it does kind of get on my nerves as well. I want you to say yes and say it enthusiastically to Ghost. At the same time I want you to scream and kick and tell him to fuck off.

Being jealous of both sides of myself is frankly quite exhausting. I don’t know what I want other than you. I just want you. I want you to want both of me and you do, but that’s also a problem.

You think I’m two separate people and that makes me a tad worried.

The only comfort it brings me is that you aren’t enthusiastically saying yes. You’re denying the truth of course, we both know that. But you’re also keeping some loyalty to our relationship and for that I am so eternally grateful.

I love the way you love me even if you haven’t said it aloud just yet. You will soon.

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Your group of friends were gathered outside the restaurant, as the last one to arrive, you of course received a light dose of good natured insults and chiding.

“There she is!” Your best girl friend Sam yelled, pointing you out to Luke and Han as you walked up the sidewalk.

“Finally! I’m starving!” Luke sighed liked he’d been waiting hours, according to your phone you were still two minutes early.

“Shut up and let’s get some food.” You snorted, pushing him through the door and into the yummy little Thai place.

After getting settled into your cozy corner booth you placed your orders and slipping into the familiar routine of gossiping and story swapping.

“How did meeting the parents go?” Luke asked, propping his chin up on the heel of his hand, his fingers drumming along his cheek.

“It went so smooth and oh my god his mom is so sweet.” You said, leaning forward in your seat.

“I was so worried they wouldn’t like me, but I think they did. Anakin said they did, I mean they really seemed to at least.” You nodded.

“Oh I’m sure they loved you. You’re the perfect girl to bring home to the parents. You’re the whole package.” Sam smiled warmly.

“You’re too sweet, giving me way too much credit.” You sighed, your smile faltering slightly.

“Anyway… yeah his mom was great. I think she was just alittle worried you know? I’m the first girl he’s brought to meet them so I feel like there was a bit of worry there at the beginning.” You explained, talking with your hands.

“She was talking about him as a kid and she just looked so… sad I guess?” You sighed, trying to find a better word to describe it but came up short. “So I think maybe she was just sad about him growing up, finally finding someone he wants to be serious with.”

“That’s so sweet.” Sam said, squeezing your hand. “I didn’t realize you were the first girl he’d brought them.”

“Yeah,” you nodded proudly. “He said he was waiting for the right one.”

“Ew that’s so gross.” Luke gagged.

“Fuck off.” You tossed a good natured insult at him, rolling your eyes despite feeling an immense sense of accomplishment… maybe a hint of guilt there too.

After the meal was finished, you all walked together out of the restaurant and set out on foot toward The Cerulean. A leisurely pace was set by Han and Luke who were happily at the head of the group while you and Sam hung back just a few steps behind.

“So he’s gonna be here tonight?” Sam asked curiously.

“Oh, yeah but he’s working though.” You said.

“Wait really?” She asked in surprise. “That doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would that bother me? If anything it’s comforting.” You scoffed.

“Well he’s like… he’s just there you know? Not participating he’s just gonna be watching.” She made a displeased face.

“Trust me, I have no qualms with being… looked out for.” You smirked.

“So you don’t mind that he’s going to be watching you the whole night?”

“No, I don’t.” You shrugged, walking the through the door as Luke held it open for the two of you to enter.

You broke off from your friends in search of Anakin, you spotted him behind the bar, animatedly speaking with a coworker that you vaguely remember Anakin referring to as ‘Trev’.

It was like you had some sort of homing beacon, Anakin immediately whipped his head toward you and beckoned you over with two fingers. He trotted around the bar to meet you halfway, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you flush against his chest, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“How was dinner, pretty girl?” He asked, his voice low and smooth.

“It was good!” You chirped, squeezing him tightly again before he let you go. “Told them allllll about meeting your parents.”

“Good things only I hope?” He laughed.

“Of course. Good things only, always.” You nodded with a big smile.

“It’s not nearly as busy in here as usual.” You observed, scanning the large space and noticing a much lower head count than the times you’ve been here before.

“Oh I know,” Anakin nodded, “there’s some kind of opening anniversary for a pub downtown. Free beer or something like that.” He shrugged.

“Huh, well I’ll have to tell Han.” You said.

“Mhm yeah I’m sure he’d enjoy it.” He agreed, “you going too?”

“No, I’m going home when I leave here.” You shook your head.

“Alright baby, listen, I gotta go back.” He nodded toward the bar. “You know where to find me.”

With that he gave you a chaste kiss to the forehead and quickly walked back behind the counter, stealing a drink order right from under Trevor’s nose as he slid in front of him, you heard him snicker and the *thwap* of a towel snapping against his leg in retaliation as you walked back to your friends.

You spotted them off to the corner, Sam speaking with a shorter man you’d never seen before. You snuck behind her with a cheeky grin and tugged a lock of her hair gently as you passed by, she was unfazed, simply giving you a pink cheeked smile.

“Hey Han,” you called out to get his attention as you drew closer, his head following the sound until he saw you. “You know there’s a bar even going on downtown tonight?” You asked, coming to a stop just in front of him.

“Yeah, it’s at The Drunken Horseman.” He nodded, “I think a few of the guys were headed out there actually. Free beer.”

“W-well why didn’t you go?” You asked in confusion, knowing he wouldn’t have just passed it up for no reason.

“Cause a little lady I know likes it better here.” He grinned, tapping your forehead with his pointer finger.

“Aw, you didn’t have to do that Han.” You said, feeling a bit guilty. “You should’ve said something!”

“Whoa, don’t get all riled up. I don’t mind it at all.” He reassured you. “I can still do plenty of people watching from right here.” He said, knocking his knuckles against the table top he leaned against.

He waved his hand over to the left, your eyes following the gesture until your gaze was met with a younger guy, unapologetically and unsuccessfully trying to speak to a group of girls despite being seemingly incredibly wasted.

“I guess that’s true.” You laughed lightly, the pull of guilt still tugging at your guts.

“Listen, after we’re done here you should go!” You encouraged, “I don’t want to be the reason you don’t get to do something that you wanna do.”

“Babes it’s no big deal.” Luke said, popping out from his seat behind Han’s massive frame. “I think we planned on skipping out a bit early to do exactly that.”

“Really?” You sighed in relief. “Good, I’m glad.”

“We did?” Han asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Uh yes, we had a whole conversation about this yesterday you oaf.” Luke scoffed.

“Oaf?” Han let out a loud, bellowing laugh at Luke’s poor attempt at an insult, making a little smile creep up the corner of your lips as well.

——————————————————————————

You decided collectively to call it a night just a little before 11:00pm so that Luke and Han could still catch Han’s group of friends at The Drunken Horseman. You said your goodbyes to them at the door and turned to face Sam after watching them leave.

“Are you positive you’re okay with walking home alone?” She asked you worriedly, “like absolutely positive?”

“Yes, I’m absolutely positive.” You said with an appreciative smile. “I’ll be fine. I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Okay.” She nodded, satisfied with your answer.

“You better do the same.” You said, catching her arm as she started to leave with the man she’d been chatting with all night.

“I will,” she signaled for him to wait while she got up close to whisper to you, “I looked him up when I went to the bathroom earlier. Arrest records and everything.”

“Good.” You grinned. “Have fun then.”

You spun on your heel to find Anakin and tell him goodbye, heading straight to the bar and catching him in another conversation. This time with a female patron that you’d seen before.

“I don’t understand.” She scoffed.

“What don’t you understand?” He scowled.

“I just don’t get why you’re mean to me!” She huffed. “I come in here all the time and I’m always nice to you, yet you’re an ass every time I speak to you!”

“Then stop speaking to me.” He said flatly, pretending to inspect a glass that he was drying.

“I should report you to management.”

“Please do.” Anakin shot back.

“They’ll fire you, for being rude to customers.” She threatened, crossing her arms.

“They’ll ban you, for harassing employees.” He snorted.

“God. You’re ridiculous, I asked you out one time-“

“Yeah and it was one time too many.” He snapped at her.

“I have a beautiful, wonderful, amazing girlfriend.” He said sternly. “She is my everything and you, are nothing.”

“Like she’s-“

“Listen. Even if I didn’t have a girlfriend I wouldn’t go after a whore with loud ass mouth like you.” He snarled. “Leave. I’m banning you myself.”

“You can’t do that!” She yelled

“He can’t do what?” His coworker Trevor came over quickly after hearing her shout at Anakin.

“He- he’s trying to ban me.” She said angrily.

“What did you do?” Trevor asked the girl and looked over at Anakin.

“Nothing! I was just trying to order a drink and he called me a whore!”

“I did call her a whore.” Anakin willingly admitted with zero remorse.

“Wait is this the one?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah, she’s been bugging me, Jason and Stevie for the last few weeks. Comes in every now and again and won’t take a fucking hint from any of us.” Anakin grunted as he glanced over at her.

“That’s not true I w-“

“Nope. That’s enough.” Trevor said, obviously irritated, he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her.

“Hey you can’t do that!” She shouted trying to grab his phone.

“You’re going on the wall honey.” He said, thumbing over his shoulder at a cork board of banned patrons.

“You’re serious?” She scoffed, “you can’t be serious.”

“Deadly. Now get out.” Trevor barked, following her angry path across the bar to ensure that she did in fact leave.

“Baby?” Anakin’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you realized you’d been standing there with your mouth open as he tapped the underside of your chin.

“Anakin you didn’t tell me it was that bad.” You said, eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him, now standing in front of you.

“Ah.” He grumbled.

“I didn’t want to worry you sweetheart.” He said softly, taking both your hands in his. “She’s not coming back now so nothin’ to worry yourself over.” He said with a reassuring smile.

“That’s just awful though. She was doing that to three of you?” You asked in disgust.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “Doesn’t happen often. Usually it’s April and Jess who get the creeps but every now and again there’s a girl who does it.”

“How much did you hear baby?” He asked, pushing hair from your face and holding your cheek.

“Just the tail end of it.” You lied.

“You know I’d never even entertain something like that don’t you, princess?” He asked, lines of worry etching into his forehead, “Never, I’d never even breathe in the direction of another woman.”

“I know.” You said with a small smile, you were being truthful. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind about his faithfulness, especially now after witnessing him tear into a girl over it.

“I know I have nothing to worry about.” You said, giving his hands a squeeze.

You might not, but Anakin does. Anakin does have to worry about your faithfulness whether he knows it or not; there’s a Ghost haunting every corner of your life that has no plans on leaving anytime soon.

“Good.” He said with a warm smile, pulling you into a hug. “Are you leaving?” He asked, pulling g back slightly.

“Yeah I’m headed home now.” You nodded.

“Alright pretty girl.” He said, kissing your forehead. “Be good. I’ll see you tomorrow. Text me when you get home?”

“Of course.” You nodded with a big smile that faded as soon as you turned around to leave.

——————————————————————————

“I saw your girl leaving, you headed out now?” Trevor asked Anakin as he was untying his apron.

“Yep, I’m leaving too.” Anakin nodded, folding the apron and tucking it under the counter. “Unless you need me to stay?”

“Thanks for coming in to help out man.” Trevor said, clapping him on the back. “We got it from here.”

“No problem, you know I don’t mind.” Anakin said, grabbing his wallet and keys. “See ya.”

Anakin left hastily stopping at his car in the back parking lot to grab his essentials. He checked his phone and saw that you’d made an unexpected stop at the little corner store for what he assumed was a snack.

“Perfect.” He grinned, tossing his hoodie over his head and switching out his shoes.

He tucked his mask under his arm and hopped into his car, parking it up the road a bit closer to where you were, just to get it out of his work parking lot. He jumped out, locked it and slipped into the nearest alley. He grumbled but hopped the fence at the end and continued down until he hit the opposite street, running parallel to the one you’d be taking.

“One… two… three… four… there.” He mumbled to himself as he passed by alleys between buildings until he found the one he was looking for.

This particular place was perfect for his purposes, no cameras, no foot traffic, no dumpster, a brick wall on one end and a recessed entrance to the building on the left. A building that was currently up for lease, leaving it tenant free. He scaled the short brick wall on his side of the alley, using the dumpster there as a boost.

Anakin’s sneakers hit the pavement with a satisfying noise when he dropped down from above. He tugged on his gloves and mask, hitting the side button on the voice box while he walked up the alleyway, his phone in his hand.

Your little blue dot was quickly approaching and his adrenaline was running high. His body practically vibrating in anticipation of what he was about to do, with your footsteps in audible range he tucked his phone away and bunched up a black handkerchief in the palm of his leather glove.

Your long shadow came into view, the lamppost casting it down on the side walk below. It shortened with each step you took. Seeing no shadow behind you, no other footsteps, Anakin knew it was safe to enact his plan.

The very second you came into view he lunged forward, clapping his hand with the bandanna in it over your mouth. Instinctively you parted your lips to scream, allowing him to shove the fabric in your mouth as he dragged you by waist and under your arms as you kicked and thrashed.

Part Eleven

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Hiii I'm not sure if reason are open but I can't get this outta my mind

Imagine one the 2012 turtles (of ur choice) is fighting a villain, and then gets thrown thru some human's window, hitting his head and passing out. The human finds him and notices that he's a turtle but doesn't really care and tries treating his wounds while he's out cold. He wakes up in their room, under a weighted blanket and surrounded by pillows with bandages all over him and an ice pack on his head. The human walks in and is just like "Oh you're up! Are you okay??" how do u think he'd respond? 😳

there is only one turtle who is to be thrown through windows

2012 Leonardo x reader

Leo’s eyes peeled open. At first everything was blurry. But when he blinked a few times, he was able to take in the view of pillows and blankets swamped on top of him.

“Are you okay?” A head leaned over him, worriedly looking down at him.

He jolted upwards, jumping when the bag of ice on his head fell onto his legs and shocked him with the iciness of it.

“What?” he asked, before tensing. He shouldn’t have spoken.

“Are you okay?” you repeated, looking a little nervous at how tense he became.

He stood up and wobbled dangerously for a moment before righting himself. It was better to leave now before you freaked out and started hitting him with a frying pan or something. He wanted to grab his swords, but.. when he felt for them over his shoulder, they were gone. He stepped toward the window and then suddenly, you moved.

“You’re gonna cut yourself on the glass!” You grabbed him by the strap on his shell, tugging him back. “There’s probably some still on the floor, too… I didn’t have time to sweep it all up.”

He ripped himself out of your grasp, now a little creeped out by how easy you were with touching him. How natural it was for you to just reach out and stop someone like him from hurting himself.

You brought your hand back to yourself, blinking a little at how rough he had been to get away. “Sorry.” At least you looked a little nervous to be around him… “There’s another window, if you want.”

You were offering him another window. He slowly relaxed his shoulders. You didn’t seem like some foot soldier uncover trying to get a lucky chance just because he went through your windows. Or some crazy weirdo who wanted to hurt him or keep him. You just seemed… nice.

He nodded.

You led him to another window in your apartment and even opened it for him, before moving out of the way.

Only when he made it onto the roof and relaxed when he was finally out of some human’s sight did he realize that you had also wrapped up the cuts and slashed on his arms and legs. He even had a bandaid on a paper cut he had gotten on his thumb.

He looked over the edge of the building and saw you sticking your head out your window and trying to look up to see where he went.

He backed up a step before you saw him and sighed. You’d have to pay a lot of money to get that window fixed. And what were you going to do with all that cold wind tonight?

The only thing to do was to return in an hour or two with some stuff to cover the window, right?

It would just be him returning the favor. That was the only reason.

[glassica]

Surprise boyfriend

Notes: M!yan x F!reader, non-con, sexual language, cursing, pregnancy trapping, blackmailing threats

"Hey Y/N, heard you go out with Ray right?"

You spat out the remaining cold brew. You? Go out with whom???

People must've assumed you were into him after seeing your exchanges at the party. But you swear that wasn't that serious at all! You were just fooling around to kill time!

- No. Who told you that?

- Ray posted about you all over his insta. Yeah right you don't use that app... But what do you mean you two aren't dating!?

You took one look at your friend's phone. Lo and behold, countless pictures of you and him holding hands and acting all lovey-dovey like a real couple. Your brain juggled through the hazy memories to see when the selfies were taken but oh dear, you were so drunk off the mind on that night to recall everything.

- Ray, excuse me. Do you have a moment?

- Sweetie I always have time for you. What do baby want from me now? ~

His cheesy line brought shattering earthquakes to your brain. God this man had zero shame, or you had been cursed to carry the embarrassment baggage on his behalf. "If we were alone I'd rip his ass off right instant." - you thought. "And I'll never have time for your goofy ass."

- I believe you misunderstood our relationship. I must've said something deceitful to you during at the party and I'll take responsibility for that. I don't plan to date you or anyone, Ray. I'm so sorry for misleading you.

You spoke in a remorseful tone. Though not able to recollect what nonsense the mouth had blabbered, you felt like owning him an apology regardless. Kids this was why you should never let peer pressure get to you and drink over limits, you never knew if one day you accidentally being entangled with some jackass.

Surprisingly Ray's expression didn't seem to fazed for a bit. On the contrary, the grin on his face got even more ominous and deranged, alerted your sixth sense that nothing coming out from this man was any good: It was a grave mistake involving him in your life.

"My baby wanna break up with me? Oh sweetheart how could you abandon me like that? Have you forgot your little promises to me about love and loyalty? Didn't you say I was your type, that your greatest wish was to be wrapped in my arms every night and showered your body with plenty of kisses?"

Freak. Weirdo. Creep.

How could anyone breath in the same direction of this guy and not get their skin crawled for a second? You were both amused and pissed off witnessing this whole circus show, wondering how out mind you were last Friday to be attracted to this walking joke of a man.

Get this over quickly, or you would end up committing some atrocities on that stupid face.

"I wasn't sober at the time. I must've been spewing rubbish. I'm really sorry for lying to you Ray, but can you please take down those pictures?"

"Why should I? I need to show off everyone my Sweetie's already taken, so that no one could touch you. Besides," - Ray tucked his head over your shoulder, the eerily off-putting grin grew even wider as he whispered softly to your ears, "those pics aren't the only proof of our unshakable bond."

He trailed off, calmly put a hand on your belly.

Your mind went blank.

"BITCH! YOU FUCKING RAPED ME!?"

"Now now. You hurt my heart, Sweetie. How could you accuse me of such heinous crime when all I did so much to give you such good time on bed? And don't lie, your pussy was cumming hard for my crotch. I still can recall those pretty little buds-"

Just then, Ray felt a burning heat on his left cheek. You were done. Completely dropped off manners. Eyes flaming with disgust and resentment while both hands clenching fist furiously, you became a wild animal determined to chew off its prey to the bone. You didn't care about anything else, any consequences after, your absolute goal at the moment was to tear this asshole to shreds.

But Ray was infuritatingly nonchalant, cocky even. He wasn't bothered for a bit when facing your wrath. Rubbing hand on the reddish cheek, he continued:

"Don't you believe you can brush your hand away from me, love. I don't like anyone seeing my angel in her purest form, but I have no problem releasing those clips."

A sadistic chuckle let out of his mouth observing the bloodthirst drained out from your face. If you didn't want him as your prince, then he wouldn't hesitate becoming the big bad villain tainting your life forever.

Ray caught your lifeless body in a loving embrace, just like that Friday night, and many more nights in the future.

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Spectral Tiger

GN!Reader × Invisible M!Yan OC

Part 1~

Intro <<< >>> Next Part

His info: ✨💎🩹

MINORS DNI

CW: G/N Reader, reader is a sub, reader referred to as they/them, teasing, sexual themes, public nudity, long part lots of little mini jumps, not proofread, slower burn, still no smut!! <3

“You sure you aren’t just some creep? I mean you bumped into me… Naked. I feel like i have to re shower now.” You wrap your arms around yourself, “Why didn’t you just say something sooner?”

“That was not on purpose, as I explained before, I was simply waiting until I could figure out my next steps.” He sighs, your floor creaks as he presumably paces, “I’ve never inter-dimensionally traveled before, let alone unexpectedly, please forgive that i’m a little out of my element.” he sounds earnest.

With a little more worry on your bottom lip you respond more thoughtfully this time, “Right, that would actually make sense… Its hard to discredit you right now too, since you’re actually invisible like right in front of me.”

Now it’s your turn to sigh.

“Okay we’ll, how do we hide that you’re, you know, not visible at all without making you wear a full on suit?”

“I’m assuming you have masks in this realm.”

“I am not walking around with a freak in a mask.”

“I could just stay naked, then we won’t have to worry about anyone seeing me.” he says simply.

“Absolutely not.”

~

Your eyes are wide and you’re completely silent.

He has a really nice body.

Like insanely nice.

He’s tall, and lean, with a wider upper body and a model waistline. His posture exudes comfort and a calm coolness. Good gods. he was sculpted by them for sure.

You pick your jaw off of the floor.

the only stupid thing is the poorly crafted wolf mask you have on his head… You bite your thumbnail…

“Well, how’s this freak in a mask look~? I kinda like your fashion over here.” He spins around to see all angles of himself in the mirror. The regular clothes at this store are actually pretty cute, he found some baggier pants that cinch at the ankles, with straps and chains that he instantly picked out, along with a feminine fit T from the movie scream.

It really hugs his figure and shows off his physique.

You’re blowing gaskets left and right trying to focus on other things, sat on the pouf in the corner of the family changing room.

You had told the spirit halloween employee you’d like a lot of room. They weren’t busy so they happily obliged. You also had to call work and tell them you’d be running late, and since you have a good track record (and a high position) they’re only giving you a warning.

You sigh, a little annoyed, and a little anxious by how hot he is. “You look fine.” it comes out sour on your tongue, to witch he chuckles.

“You look cute~” he finger guns you.

Yet another sigh escapes you, although this one is more of a groan, and through gritted teeth you simply say, “Let’s just go.”

Awkwardly, you pay for everything while trying not to freak out, imagining that everyone thinks you’re a couple of weirdos. At least it’s close to halloween. Another small blessing.

~

You debate leaving him in the car with the ac on… In his stupid dog mask he’d be like a little puppy, you’d put one of those “the music is playing and the ac is on” signs in the window.

Giggling to yourself, he pulls you back to reality with “May I become privy to the joke?”

“MaY i bEcOmE pRiVy?!” You bust out laughing what the fuck dimension did he come from? a Shakespearean one? “Sorry, sorry. I was just thinking of locking you in my car for the day.”

His head turns and he stops abruptly, but you quicken your pace, head tilted high into the air, a satisfied smirk on your face. “What?” You ask innocently.

You end up taking a zoober, driving in the city makes you a little anxious, since you live more on the outskirts in a nice gated district.

Luckily they don’t even really spare a glance back at you or your masked companion.

That doesn’t help your anxiety in the slightest however.

On the way he “ooo”’s and “aaah”’s at electronic billboards and screens on buildings. He must be from a time that’s slightly behind yours.

~

So far the only people asking about him once you get to the office are curious, and infatuated co workers, cant blame them.

As long as your boss doesn’t come in toda-

Here he comes.

straight to your office as always, his favorite little employee.

You try as hard as you can to shrink or become one with your chair, or both at once desperately.

“Well now, Y/N, who’s this? A client?”

“Not exactly,” Jack can just pull up your files and quickly deduce that this man is not in fact, a client, so it’s no use lying about that… “He’s a friend, that just flew in, i didn’t want to leave him alone in a hotel or at my place on his first day so i brought him here.” It flies out almost too naturally.

“Well hey there, friend,” He may as well of spat the word in his covered face. “What’s up with the mask?” the way his demeanor changed so fast would’ve given you whiplash if you weren’t used to Jacks mood swings and personality shifts.

“He’s a little high profile, Jack. You know, cant be seen in public type, or he might get noticed and he’s trying not to let that happen.”

“Shouldn’t I get to know who he is since I’m housing him here at this moment,” He leans on the door frame.

“Nope. Sorry, and you’re not ‘housing’ him” you throw up air quotes, “he’s just visiting”

He leaves slightly huffy but he thankfully dropped it, probably not wanting to look even worse in front of a possible celebrity.

You click your tongue.

“He’s so into you,” Zharu leans back in the red chair he’s claimed for himself, one leg crossed over the other.

“Ew no he’s just my boss.” You type nonsense into the keyboard.

“You aren’t even typing words, Y/N” he announces it the way Jack did and your face warms embarrassedly. “So what are we doing after this?” He sits up and surprisingly turns the Tv off.

“Shut up, you don’t even know what typing is. And were going to a rehearsal,” most of your family doesn’t show up, so he should be safe to come… But a mask would be extremely inappropriate… “Fuck… Looks like you’re going out naked today after all”

How could you possibly get him anything that would be even remotely close to appropriate with his entire body covered. Especially with so little time, a full body cast is out of the question!

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

~

You are more than acutely aware of how he is fully naked in a seat right next to you. And from earlier when he bumped into you you are aware of the fact that he has a rather decent package…

It’s too hot in this auditorium suddenly.

He shifts his weight until you feel his hair, slightly longer than you would’ve guessed, tickle your shoulder.

You grip the arm rest to stop yourself from jumping into the stratosphere! What is he doing getting so close!?

“What is this place for?” He whispers into your ear.

You let out a long exhale to steele yourself, relax, of course he’s just curious and didn’t want to draw attention by speaking loudly. What were you thinking!

“A-Ah oh um! it’s a theater, people come here to watch other people preform for entertainment,and money” You smile while keeping your eyes toward the stage.

Your heart rate almost steadies before he lets out a small sigh in understanding. It’s a pleasant sound, his voice rumbles slightly. Then he leans in even closer, His nose barely brushing into your hair now, “If I had money it’d definitely be entertaining to watch you preform for me,”

“What!?” Your hair stands on its ends, “!I mean, What!? What I mean—,” You’re short circuiting. You breathe and pinch yourself, calm down he doesn’t even know what he’s saying. Probably. In the mean time he’s pulled away, totally chuckling, while trying to keep himself quiet, “What do you think I would even preform?” you ask.

his body is suddenly even closer to yours, his hand gently caresses the opposite side your chin from where he’s sitting, “I could think of a few things…”

Steam might just about burst out of your ears! He does know!

Not too much longer and your brother enters the stage, he’s always the center performer. You stand to applaud loudly for him, he doesn’t show any emotion but you know he’s beaming on the inside.

“So cute~” you hear him say it softly, as if to himself, and your face warms as you try and forget about it.

When you reseat yourself, his hand lightly comes down onto your mid thigh.

[ha-rinrin]

BIRD OF A FEATHER

soo I wrote this at 2am, idk how I feel about this, I heard the song and just wrote.

word count: 5.8k

masterlist

I want you to stay

Till I'm in the grave

Till I rot away, dead and buried

Till I'm in the casket you carry

The night air was thick with unspoken words as you and Jinx sat atop a crumbling rooftop, the distant hum of the city echoing below. The moon cast a pale light, illuminating her wild blue hair, a stark contrast to the dark sky. You looked at her, your heart racing, feeling the weight of everything left unsaid.

“I want you to stay,” you said, breaking the silence. “I don't want to ever lose you” Your voice was steady, but your heart trembled at the vulnerability you were laying bare. Jinx turned to you, her bright eyes reflecting both mischief and a deep-seated fear. “What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head, curiosity dancing in her gaze.

“I don’t want to face the world without you. I want you by my side, even when everything turns dark.” The words poured out, raw and unfiltered, and you could see the walls she built around her heart beginning to crack.

Jinx’s laughter was sharp, tinged with a hint of disbelief. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” she said, her tone playful yet serious. “I’m chaos. I’m a mess.” But even as she spoke, you could see the flicker of something deeper in her eyes—a longing that mirrored your own.

“I know you are,” you replied, reaching for her hand, your fingers brushing against her cool skin. “But I wouldn’t want you any other way. I want you to stay, even when it gets hard. Even when it feels like we’re fighting the world and death together.” Your grip her hand tighter, a silent promise that you wouldn’t let go.

She sighed, a mix of exasperation and affection. “You’re crazy, you know that? I could bring a whole storm into your life.” Her smile was a beacon of light in the darkness, and you couldn’t help but grin back. “Maybe I like storms,” you teased, your heart swelling at the thought of being by her side through it all.

“Fine,” Jinx finally relented, her expression softening. “I’ll stay. But only if you promise not to freak out when I blow things up.” You laughed, the sound echoing into the night, and for a moment, the weight of the world felt lighter.

“Deal,” you said, squeezing her hand tighter. “But you have to promise me something in return.” Jinx raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s that?” she asked. “Promise me that when the time comes, you’ll carry me even if I'm in a casket.” The gravity of your words hung in the air, and for the first time, you saw her guard completely drop.

“You’re serious?, you ask some weird things, you know that right?” she whispered first amused, and then, it hit her, her voice now trembling. “But seriously, you want me there when… when it’s all over?” Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and something deeper, something that spoke of connection and commitment. “I do,” you replied, your voice steady. “I want you to stay till the very end, Jinx. You’re my chaos, my storm, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

She looked at you, her heart racing, and in that moment, the bond between you felt unbreakable. “Then I guess we’re stuck with each other,” she said, a smile creeping across her lips. “Until the grave, I love you my little weirdo.”

And as the stars twinkled above, you knew that no matter what chaos lay ahead, you would face it together, side by side, until the very end.

If you go, I'm going too, uh

'Cause it was always you, uh

And if I'm turning blue, please, don't save me

Nothing left to lose without my baby

The chaos of the outside world faded into the background as you sat cross-legged on the floor of Jinx’s room, surrounded by her eclectic collection of art supplies and colorful spray cans. The walls were a vibrant canvas of unfinished pieces and wild sketches, each telling a story of rebellion and creativity. A warm glow from the string lights overhead cast a soft light, making the space feel both intimate and alive.

Jinx sprawled across her unmade bed, her head resting on her arms. She looked at you, a serious glint in her eye. “You know,” she said, “if you ever decide to leave this place, count me in, I’m not staying behind without you.”

You paused, taken aback by the sincerity of her words. “Really? You’d just walk away from everything?”

She sat up, her expression serious now. “Absolutely. It’s always been you. I don’t care about the chaos outside if I don’t have you by my side. I’d rather take the leap into the unknown than stay here and watch you go.”

A warmth spread through you at her confession, making your heart race. “But what if it gets messy? What if we end up lost? or, i dont know, a lot of bad thing can happen out there”

Jinx shrugged, a playful grin breaking through her seriousness. “That’s the adventure, isn’t it? If things get tough, I want you right there with me. I don’t want anyone else by my side if everything goes south.”

You felt a sense of comfort in her words, a deep connection pulling you closer. “I’d choose to be with you, no matter what happens. I’d take that risk.”

She shifted closer, her knee brushing against yours, and the playful spark in her eyes deepened. “Good. Because nothing feels right without you. We’ll carve our own path together.”

In that cluttered room, surrounded by the remnants of Jinx’s wild spirit, you both knew that whatever chaos awaited you, you would face it hand in hand. The world outside might be unpredictable, but in this moment, it felt like you had everything you needed right here. Without each other, life would feel empty, like there was nothing left to hold onto

Birds of a feather, we should stick together

I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone

Can't change the weather, might not be forever

But if it's forever, it's even better

The streets of Piltover buzzed with the energy of night, colorful lights reflecting off cobblestones slick with rain. You and Jinx sprinted through the labyrinthine alleyways, her laughter echoing in the air, a wild melody in the chaos. Jinx’s grip was tight on your hand, pulling you deeper into the heart of the city where the shadows danced and danger lurked.

“Faster!” she shouted, glancing over her shoulder. “We’ve got company!”

You didn’t need to ask who. The faint sound of guards calling out, their footsteps growing louder behind you, sent a rush of adrenaline through your veins. Jinx’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she tugged you toward a bustling market square. “Trust me, we can lose them in the crowd!”

Without hesitation, you followed her lead, dodging merchants and stalls overflowing with colorful goods. She grabbed a handful of trinkets from a vendor’s table, tossing them over her shoulder as you weaved through startled onlookers. “Sorry!” she shouted, her laughter echoing as chaos erupted behind you.

Jinx skidded to a halt in the center of the square, pulling you close. “Now watch this!” With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a handful of smoke bombs into the air. The moment they exploded, vibrant clouds of color erupted, enveloping the square and obscuring everything in a surreal haze.

“Go!” she shouted, and you both plunged into the swirling smoke, hearts racing. You could hear the guards shouting, struggling to navigate through the confusion.

With her hand still intertwined with yours, Jinx led you toward a side street, the laughter of the crowd echoing behind you. “We’ve got to find a place to hide!” she urged, her breath coming quick but excited.

You ducked into a narrow alleyway, pressing against the damp brick wall as the sounds of chaos faded into the distance. Jinx’s eyes shone with exhilaration as she turned to you, a mix of thrill and mischief lighting her face. “Did you see their faces? They had no idea!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension from the chase dissipating. “You really are insane,” you said, shaking your head, but your heart raced in response to her wild energy.

“Insane or brilliant? What do you think?” she teased, nudging your shoulder playfully. “We’re like birds of a feather, causing chaos together. It’s never boring with me around!”

“More like a disaster waiting to happen,” you replied, but the warmth in your chest told a different story.

Jinx leaned in closer, her expression turning serious for a moment. “If I go down, I want you right there with me. No one else could make this fun,” she said, her voice a mix of sincerity and bravado.

You felt the weight of her words, realizing just how much this chaotic life meant to her. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, squeezing her hand. “As long as you’re here, I’ll stick by you.”

With a wild grin, Jinx pulled you back into the fray, the night still full of adventures and the thrill of uncertainty. No matter the danger, you knew one thing: being by her side, you could face anything Piltover threw your way.

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but, baby, I

The moon hung low over Piltover, bathing the city in a silvery glow. You and Jinx sat on the edge of a rooftop, dangling your legs over the side as you watched the streets below buzz with life. It felt like you were perched on the edge of the world, the chaos of the city swirling around you, but in that moment, everything was still.

Jinx broke the silence first, her voice a mix of excitement and mischief. “Look at them down there! They have no idea what kind of trouble we could unleash.” Her laughter rang out, bright and carefree, but you sensed an undercurrent of something deeper.

You turned your gaze to her, noticing the way her smile faded slightly. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, tilting her head, her blue hair catching the moonlight. “You’re being all quiet and weird.”

A lump formed in your throat, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on you. “I just… I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like everything is slipping away.” You looked out over the city, the vibrant life below starkly contrasted with the emptiness that threatened to engulf you.

Jinx’s expression shifted, her playful demeanor dimming. “Hey,” she said softly, “you know I’d do anything to keep us together, right?” The sincerity in her voice tugged at your heart, and you couldn’t help but reach out for her hand.

“I know,” you replied, squeezing her fingers tightly. “I just wish we had more time.”

She leaned in closer, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. “You’re not going anywhere, right? I need you here with me, we have plenty of time.”

You wanted to assure her, to promise her that you would always be by her side, but the truth weighed heavy on your mind. “I’ll always be here, even if… things change.” You didn’t dare voice the fear that lurked in the corners of your thoughts, the truth that hunts you, that there's the possibility that you could be leaving soon.

“Things don’t have to change,” she insisted, a spark of defiance in her gaze. “As long as we’re together, we can take on anything. This city doesn’t stand a chance against us.”

You smiled at her enthusiasm, but the truth of your situation lingered like a ghost. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” you murmured, looking back down at the streets filled with strangers, unaware of the chaos that danced in the shadows.

Jinx’s grip tightened on your hand, and for a moment, it felt like nothing could break the bond between you. “We’re partners in crime. It’s just us against the world,” she said, her voice firm. “And if things get dark, I’ll find a way to pull you back.”

“Promise?” you asked, though the word tasted bittersweet on your tongue.

“Always,” she replied, but the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes made your heart ache. You both knew that the future was uncertain, that the dangers lurking in Piltover could change everything in an instant.

As you sat there, the city sprawling beneath you, a sense of urgency filled the air. You leaned closer to her, willing the moment to last forever. “Whatever happens, just know you mean everything to me,” you whispered.

She looked at you, her blue eyes shimmering with a mix of determination and fear. “You’re not allowed to leave me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Never,” you promised, though a part of you wondered how long you could keep that vow.

In the stillness of the night, the two of you lingered on that rooftop, the weight of unspoken truths hanging between you. You could feel the inevitability of change creeping closer, but for now, you held onto each other, two souls caught in the chaos of Piltover, unwilling to let go

I'll love you till the day that I die

Till the day that I die

Till the light leaves my eyes

Till the day that I die

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the weight of your impending fate. You knew this was coming. You lay against the cold, hard floor of Jinx’s chaotic sanctuary, each breath a struggle as the sounds of the outside world grew distant. Jinx sat beside you, her vibrant blue hair fanned out like a halo, eyes wide with fear and disbelief.

“Stay with me,” she urged, her voice trembling, but you could see the fear creeping in behind her usual bravado. Her fingers intertwined with yours, a desperate grip as if she could hold you to this world through sheer will, your body in Jinx's arms, held as if she could change what was about to come.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jinx,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. Pain lanced through your body, but the warmth of her touch grounded you. “Not without you.”

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, the chaos that usually surrounded her now replaced by raw vulnerability. “You can’t leave me. Not like this. We were supposed to—”

“I know,” you interrupted gently, fighting against the wave of darkness threatening to engulf you. “We had so much left to do. But I need you to understand something.” You paused, gathering what little strength you had left. “You are everything to me. More than this life, more than any adventure. I wouldn’t trade our moments for anything.”

Jinx’s breath hitched as she clung to your hand, to your dying body, desperation painting her features. “Don’t say that. We’ll figure this out. We always do.”

“But what if we don’t?” you replied softly, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on you. “You have to keep going. You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. You’ve faced the darkest of nights and come out shining. Promise me you won’t let this break you. My time has run out. I’m sorry Jinx.”

Tears spilled from her eyes, tracing down her cheeks as she shook her head. “I don’t want to live in a world without you. You’re my light, my chaos, my everything.”

“Then carry me with you. I’ll be right there, in your heart,” you murmured, your voice growing fainter. “You have to keep living for both of us. Find your way, even when it feels impossible. You’ve always been the one to make the impossible happen.”

Jinx pressed her forehead against yours, the warmth of her skin a stark contrast to the chill creeping through your body. “I can’t let you go. I won’t,” she whispered, a rawness in her voice that shattered your heart.

“Just hold onto me,” you replied, your eyes fluttering as the darkness threatened to claim you. “And remember the laughter, the chaos, the way we fought for each other. That’s what I’ll live for. Take this.” You can feel all your muscles giving up on you as you search for the clasp of your necklace—a locket, actually. Inside, there's a photo of you and Jinx, one of your happiest moments together, kept intact by a picture. She holds it in her hand as if her life depended on it.

In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of a life filled with wild adventures, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. You held Jinx’s gaze, memorizing every detail, every flicker of emotion before the world began to fade. As your consciousness slipped away, her grip on your hand and body tightened, the love and fear intertwining in a bittersweet farewell.

You would always be with her, a whisper in the wind, a promise that love, even in its most fragile form, would endure beyond the chaos

I want you to see, mmm

How you look to me, huh

You wouldn't believe if I told ya

You would keep the compliments I throw ya

The air in Zaun was thick with the scent of oil and smoke, mingling with the vibrant chaos that thrived in the underbelly of Piltover. Neon lights flickered above as you and Jinx darted through the narrow alleyways, her laughter echoing off the grimy walls. It felt exhilarating, the rush of adrenaline coursing through you as you followed her lead, your heart racing in time with the city’s pulse.

“Come on! We’re almost there!” she shouted over her shoulder, her voice filled with infectious excitement. You felt her hand grip yours, fingers intertwining as she pulled you along, weaving through a crowd of colorful characters and shadowy figures.

You couldn’t help but admire her—the way she moved with such confidence and fearlessness, her blue hair trailing behind like a comet’s tail. In moments like this, she was electric, and you wished she could see the beauty in her chaos as you did.

As you turned a corner, you stumbled slightly, and Jinx glanced back, concern flickering across her face. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah, just keeping up with you!” you replied, a grin spreading across your face. “You’re like a whirlwind!”

She laughed, a sound that cut through the din of the streets, brightening even the darkest corners of Zaun. “Well, you better hang on tight, then! I’ve got plans for tonight!”

The two of you skidded to a halt in front of a makeshift market, colorful stalls bursting with odd trinkets and eccentric gadgets. Jinx’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced around, plotting your next move. “Let’s cause some chaos! I bet we can swipe some of that gear over there before anyone notices.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you asked, a hint of hesitation creeping into your voice.

She shot you a playful grin, her eyes glinting with excitement. “Where’s your sense of adventure? Besides, it’ll be fun! Just think about how amazing it’ll feel to get away with it!”

You hesitated, but the thrill of the moment was too tempting to resist. “Alright, let’s do it.”

With that, you both dove into the chaos of the market. Jinx led the charge, her laughter ringing out as she expertly swiped items from the stalls while you followed closely, trying to keep up with her frenetic energy. Each time you narrowly avoided detection, adrenaline surged through you, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom that was intoxicating.

As you ducked behind a stall, your heart racing, you caught your breath, watching Jinx in awe. “You’re incredible,” you said, half in disbelief, half in admiration. “You make this look easy.”

She turned, a wild grin plastered across her face, and for a moment, everything else faded away. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely. You’ve got this whole chaotic charm that pulls everyone in,” you replied, your eyes locking with hers, feeling a rush of emotion. “I just wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

Her expression softened for a moment, vulnerability flickering behind her usual self. “Yeah, right. I’m just a mess,” she said, a hint of self-doubt creeping in.

“You’re not just a mess; you’re my mess,” you replied, the words tumbling out before you could think twice. “And I wouldn’t trade our adventures for anything.”

Jinx’s eyes widened slightly, surprise dancing across her features before she laughed it off. “Okay, maybe I’ll keep you around to remind me how awesome I am!”

As the night wore on, the chaos of Zaun wrapped around you like a familiar blanket, the energy of the city mirrored in the electric connection between you and Jinx. In that moment, amidst the thrum of excitement and danger, you knew that no matter where your paths led, you would always find your way back to each other.

But you're so full of shit, hmm

Tell me it's a bit, oh

Say you don't see it, your mind's polluted

Say you wanna quit, don't be stupid

The neon lights flickered above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the grimy streets of Zaun. You found yourself in one of the many hidden corners, the air thick with the scent of metal and something sweetly toxic. Jinx leaned against a wall, her arms crossed, a frown tugging at her lips as she scrolled through her chaotic collection of gadgets.

“Seriously, Jinx, you can’t keep doing this,” you said, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “This whole ‘I’m invincible’ act is getting old. You can’t just keep risking everything for a thrill.”

She looked up, her expression a mix of annoyance and defiance. “Oh, come on! You’re just being dramatic. What’s the worst that could happen? It’s all just fun and games.”

“It’s not just fun!” you snapped, running a hand through your hair. “You think this is a joke? Every time you pull one of these stunts, it gets closer and closer to blowing up in your face. You need to see what you’re getting into!”

Jinx’s laughter echoed in the alley, but it lacked its usual lightness. “You don’t get it, do you? I thrive on this chaos! It’s what keeps me alive. I’m not going to sit around and play it safe, waiting for a life that’ll never happen.”

“Yeah? And what happens when that thrill runs out?” you shot back, feeling your heart race with frustration. “You’ll end up alone, with nothing but regrets. Can’t you see how polluted your mind is with this reckless nonsense?”

She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms tighter, the playful spark gone from her gaze. “And what about you? Always trying to play the responsible one, acting like you’re better than this. You think you’re saving me, but all you’re doing is holding me back!”

“Maybe I’m trying to keep you from getting hurt!” you exclaimed, your voice rising. “I care about you, Jinx! Can’t you understand that?”

A moment of silence stretched between you, thick with tension. Jinx’s expression flickered, a mixture of anger and something softer, more vulnerable. “I don’t need saving,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I just want to live. And if that means taking risks, then so be it.”

“Risking everything for a thrill isn’t living,” you countered, your heart aching at the thought of losing her to her reckless pursuit. “You’re better than this, Jinx. I just wish you could see it.”

She turned away, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. “Maybe I don’t want to be better. Maybe I just want to be free.”

You stepped closer, desperation clawing at your chest. “You can be free without putting yourself in danger. Please, just think for a second about what you’re doing.”

As her gaze remained fixed on the distant cityscape, you could see the turmoil churning within her. “You’re so full of shit,” she muttered, more to herself than to you. “You don’t get it at all.”

“Then help me understand,” you pleaded, reaching out gently to touch her shoulder. “I’m here, and I want to understand. But you need to stop pushing me away.”

Jinx finally turned to face you, her eyes searching yours for something—understanding, maybe, or just the reassurance that you wouldn’t walk away. “You really think I’m worth saving?”

You nodded, your voice steady. “I know you are. You’re worth every risk, every chaotic moment we share. Just… let me in.”

A flicker of vulnerability crossed her face before she broke eye contact, the walls she built around her beginning to crack. “Fine,” she said, her tone softer, but still defiant. “But if you think you can change me, you’re in for a wild ride.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her stubbornness. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As the neon lights continued to dance above you, the tension eased, leaving a fragile understanding hanging in the air. In that moment, you knew you were both in for a chaotic adventure, but at least now, you would face it together.

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but, baby, but I

Don't wanna say goodbye.

The shadows loomed over the abandoned warehouse where the two of you used to hide away from the chaos. Jinx stood alone, the familiar graffiti-covered walls feeling more suffocating than ever. It had been weeks since you had left, and yet, it felt like mere moments, each passing second amplifying the ache in her chest. Your locket became an extension of herself at this point.

With a shaky breath, she traced her fingers over the spot where you used to sit, laughing at her wild ideas and encouraging, sometimes even stopping her reckless dreams, you were her steady anchor. It felt so empty now, a hollow space where your warmth used to reside. She had tried to convince herself that she was fine, that she could carry on, for you, but every corner of the warehouse echoed your absence.

Jinx clenched her fists, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “Why did you have to leave me?” she shouted into the silence, her voice cracking. “You promised you’d always be here! I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you!. You promised” Tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and unrelenting, as she sank to the floor.

The world outside continued to move on, but for her, time had stopped. Memories flashed in her mind like lightning: the way your laughter filled the air, the tender moments shared in the midst of chaos, the quiet whispers of love that felt too fragile to hold. And now, all of it was gone, leaving only the suffocating darkness of grief behind.

“I don’t know what I’m crying for,” she murmured, the words barely escaping her lips. “I should be strong. I should be… better. But I can’t. I just… I don’t think I could ever love anyone more than I loved you.” Her voice broke, a mix of despair and regret.

As she pressed her hands against her temples, the memories became unbearable. Each laugh, each smile, felt like a knife twisting in her heart. It was as if the universe had conspired to strip away the one thing that made her feel alive, leaving her in a cold, empty shell.

Jinx closed her eyes, trying to picture your face, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth. But the image slipped away, replaced by the painful reality of your absence. “It might not be long, but I…” she choked, struggling to speak through the tears. “I don’t want to say goodbye. I can’t.”

The weight of her sorrow crashed down on her, and she collapsed onto the ground, sobs wracking her body. The chaos of Zaun felt distant, insignificant compared to the storm raging within her. “I need you,” she whispered, her voice raw with longing. “I can’t do this without you.”

In the stillness, she could almost hear your laughter, like a soft breeze brushing against her skin. But it was just a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. The realization settled in her bones, heavy and suffocating. Without you, there was no adventure, no chaos worth pursuing. Just an endless cycle of pain and emptiness.

As she lay there, curled into herself, she knew she had to find a way to keep you alive in her heart. But the thought felt like a bitter promise, a weight she wasn’t sure she could carry. “I’ll never forget you,” she whispered into the void, a final plea to the universe. “But I don’t know how to move on without you.”

(Birds of a feather, we should stick together) till the day that I die

(I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone) till the light leaves my eyes

(Can't change the weather, might not be forever) till the day that I die

But if it's forever, it's even better

The dim light of the stars flickered overhead as you and Jinx settled onto a rooftop in the heart of Zaun. The city below buzzed with the usual energy: vendors calling out, streetlights flickering, and laughter mingling with distant shouts. From up here, the chaos felt both distant and close, a pulse that thrummed in the air.

Jinx leaned back against the cool surface, her wild hair spilling out behind her like a cascade of color. “Can you believe we made it up here? No one knows about this spot!” she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. You could see the thrill of adventure in her expression, the way it lit her up from the inside.

“It’s our little secret,” you replied with a grin, glancing around at the scattered rooftops. It was a perfect hideaway, a sanctuary from the world below. You could see the sprawling chaos of Zaun, but up here, you felt almost invincible, as if the city couldn’t touch you.

Jinx sprang up and started to dance, her movements erratic and electric. “Look at me! I’m a queen of the rooftops!” she shouted, twirling with reckless abandon, her laughter ringing out into the night. You couldn’t help but smile, the joy in her voice contagious.

You joined her, laughter spilling from your lips as you twirled along with her, the two of you spinning under the starry sky. But as the laughter faded into the cool night air, the weight of unspoken words lingered. Jinx suddenly stopped, her expression shifting. “You know, sometimes I think about how this could all end,” she admitted, a frown creasing her brow.

“Jinx, don’t—” you started, but she waved you off, her usual self faltering for a moment.

“No, really. If I go down, I want you to come with me. I can’t handle the thought of facing it alone,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but the urgency was palpable.

You stepped closer, capturing her gaze with yours. “You won’t have to face anything alone. We’re in this together.”

Her eyes softened, and you could see the flicker of vulnerability beneath her playful exterior. “I don’t want to be left behind. I don’t want to go back to being alone.”

“I won’t let that happen,” you promised, feeling the weight of your words. “You’re stuck with me, Jinx. No matter what.”

With a deep breath, Jinx broke into a smile again, though you could see the remnants of her fear lingering in her eyes. “Yeah, you’re right. Just look at us! We’re unstoppable!”

You both shared a laugh, the tension easing as the stars sparkled above you. But deep down, the uncertainty of tomorrow still loomed.

“You know,” Jinx said, glancing down at the bustling streets below, “life down there is unpredictable. I might screw up, and it could cost us everything.”

You squeezed her hand, grounding her. “And if that happens, we’ll face it together. I’ll always be right here. I won’t leave.”

In that moment, she leaned closer, the warmth of her presence enveloping you. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

And as the city pulsed below, you both knew that amidst the chaos, you would always stick together, come what may. In the heart of Zaun, on that rooftop, under the vast sky, you felt invincible—two birds of a feather refusing to fly solo, bound together by a bond that could withstand anything. But at the end of the end, promises slip through our fingers.

I knew you in another life

You had the same look in your eyes

I love you, don't act so surprised

You’re standing in your quaint flower shop in Piltover, surrounded by colorful blooms. The scent of fresh petals fills the air, a peaceful contrast to the chaos of the city outside. You’ve built this life for yourself, a haven where beauty flourishes amid the bustling streets.

As you arrange a bouquet, a flash of color catches your eye outside. You step out, the sun bathing you in warmth, and suddenly everything goes quiet. The bustling marketplace fades into a soft murmur as your gaze locks onto a figure standing a few feet away.

A blue haired girl stands there, vibrant and alive, her wild hair a cascade of blues and purples. She’s wearing a paint-splattered apron, her fingers stained with hues from her latest artistic endeavor. She glances around, absorbed in her own world, seemingly unaware of your presence.

You watch her for a moment, captivated by the way she moves through the chaos, a whirlwind of color and energy. She approaches a nearby street artist, who’s painting a mural on a wall, her attention caught by the vivid strokes of paint. The world around you blurs, and it feels as if time has slowed.

As she takes a step closer to the mural, your eyes meet. Her bright purple eyes hold a spark of familiarity, a flicker of recognition that sends a rush of warmth through you. It’s a moment suspended in time, the noise of the marketplace fading into silence. Everything else around you seems to disappear, leaving just the two of you in that shared gaze.

For a heartbeat, the air between you crackles with unspoken connection, something deep and instinctual tugging at your heart. It’s as if you’ve known her forever, yet in this life, you’re mere strangers passing in the street.

Then, just as quickly as it began, the moment shifts. the magenta eyes break eye contact, looking away to examine the mural more closely. The noise of the city rushes back, enveloping you as if a curtain has been drawn, and you’re left standing there, heart racing, wondering why that fleeting moment felt so significant.

With a soft sigh, you return to your flowers, glancing back to steal another look. Jinx is laughing with the street artist, a bright smile lighting up her face, the vibrant chaos of her spirit spilling over as she becomes lost in the moment. The world continues around you, but that brief connection lingers in your mind, haunting and beautiful, a whisper of something you can't quite understand

[nonbinary-potatoes]

Prompt: house 12/10/24 @rosekillermicrofic

(Long one today lol, so read below the cut)

Word count: 945

It had been a long night, Evan had made the retrospectively idiotic decision to walk home from his night shift at the cemetery. It wasn't a horrible job, he just sat in the security office for most the night and did the occasional sweep to make sure no cocky teens had tried to break in and vandalise a grave or hold a seance (yes that really happened once), sometimes some nitty would have found their way past the fence while on the piss and Evan would have to shoo them away.

Evan kept trudging down the dark side street lost in thought. It was very early morning and miserable weather but more drizzly than anything, but the rain dimmed the already barely visible orange glow of the street In the summer, it was easier walking home because the sun would be creeping its way into the sky by this time, but now that winter had begun, it stayed dark long after Evan made it home.

Crossing the road without looking wasn't a wise idea, especially when you ended up crumpled on the bonnet of a car that was crawling along beside you without headlights on.

"What the fuck?" Evan shouted at the driver, flipping off the shadowed figure sat behind the wheel as he pushed himself away from the car. It wasn't going fast enough to do any damage but the dickhead behind the wheel didn't have his headlights on despite how dark it was. Evan kept on walking, notice the car kept following him slowly up the road, matching his pace almost. Evan wasn't sure if he was being paranoid but it felt an awful lot like he was being followed.

He picked up his pace and so did the car, he went around a corner he normally wouldn't and so did the car.

He stopped, facing the car and rapping his knuckles on the window. The driver rolled it down a crack. He was a bit off-putting. Dark hair streaked with green, too many peircings and stretched earlobes, he smiled showing off yet another body modification - sharpened teeth. Trust Evan to get followed by the most stereotypical creep of the century.

"Can I help you?" Evan asked, not even trying to hide the annoyance in his tone. He wanted to go home and sleep without being followed by this weirdo.

"Sure thing," the man drawled out, rolling the window down all the way and leaning out to get a better look at Evan. "You're the graveyard guy?" He asked, running his tongue over his teeth.

Evan nodded reluctantly, taking a cautious step away from the cars owner. His gaze was unsettling, sort of hungry like a prey animal that had been left without a meal for too long. Evan didn't fear much, but he didn't exactly enjoy being looked at like an ingredient.

The man behind the wheel nodded to himself and smiled wider. "I'm Barty," he held out a hand to be shaken, but Evan just stared at it warily. He knew better than to grab at the hand of a stranger... who was stalking him at that.

"Okay...?" Evan cocked his head curiously. "And you're following me because?" He let the question hang in the air, the rain picked up, but there was no way he was going to be walking home just yet.

"So I know where your house is." He spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world, completely normal to stalk people.

Evan took another step back, freaked out by the idea of being followed for his home address. "Why the fuck do you want to know where I live?" He asked angrily, running a hand through his damp hair and squinting against the droplets in his eyelashes.

Barty just shrugged mindlessly. "You're my type," he said plainly, leaning a little more out the window. "I like to get a good feel for people before I take them," he drawled out the words mockingly, and Evan wanted even more to turn and leave, but simultaneously, he couldn't make his legs move. Rooted in place half curious, half terrified.

"Take them..?" Evan whispered, was this him being kidnapped? If so, he wasn't doing a good job at preventing it.

"Yeh, you know... see a hot guy or gal, follow them about a bit, see if they're any good and then I don't know find them on a night out and take em to my place" he explained with a grin on his face and an odd glint in his eyes. Evan swallowed and stumbled a bit further back from the car.

"Do you fucking kill them or something?" Evan spat the words out defensively, his heart racing in fear. Barty looked like he might enjoy maiming and torturing someone. He shrugged, fucking shrugged like Evan had figured it out. Evan felt dizzy. Was this how he was going to die?

"A couple of them, they just couldn't handle it, ya know... think I'm a freak or something, " he explained. He opened the door and stepped out of the car. Evan couldn't quite bring himself to move. "But I think you're different... you work the graveyard shift at the graveyard, you taxidermy in your spare time and on top of all that... you're fucking hot" he said the last words like they were offensive, like Evan had no right to look the way he did and that tiny self doubting part of him clung to those words.

Hot. Someone thought he was hot, liked his hobbies, and didn't mind his job.

Maybe dating a creepy, stalking alleged murderer wouldn't be too far-fetched.

[mamirhodessxox]

Could you do a first date hcs for Seth Rollins pls? ⭐️

First Date <3

Seth Rollins x Fem!Reader

Contents: Fluff, mentions of beer, the cute regular stuff ya know?

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-Seth & You are two very simple compatible people, The two of you met when you volunteered as makeup and hair help for the wwe ladies when they were short on makeup and hair artists, he would usually spend his free time in whatever room you were doing hair in just to wither watch you or chit chat & this eventually turned into attraction & you two both agreed on taking things very steady

-He didn’t want to immediately start of with a glitz and glamour for a 1st date because that is stressful to get ready for on the ladies part, you two are into the easy fun stuff & what is more fun that an in town carnival? Exactly.

-Seth is the type of guy to be very proud of being able to pull any kind of woman so he definitely proudly shows you off, holds your hand, wraps an arm around you, feeding you personally because why are you as the love of his life putting in work? Exactly stfu.

-If you got a snow cone that wasn’t the flavor you expected it to be and it genuinely tastes awful to you he is already switching cones, luckily for Seth he eats anything so he has no issue trading snacks

-Seth once made the mistake of bringing his beer onto the ferris wheel and once it started up it shook a little bit and it freaked him out and he ended spilling his beer all over his shirt so he had to walk around with a carnival bought t-shirt that was the most embarrassing thing wver

-When you two go on any of those carnival rides he holds you extremely close in the assumption you might get hurt & honestly, he would rather die in a gorilla pit than you get a singular scratch.

-He’s the type of guy to impress you with winning 10 dozens of stuffed animals at the carnival games instead of impressing you with the riches, every-time he wins a teddy bear he immediately gives it to you “I just won this thing are you in love with me yet or what” “yes baby I’m very much in love with you.”

-One mistake you do make though is play a competitive game with him, don’t do that, like ever, he is easily competitive and will make it a goal to win.

-He really likes fire work shows so when the event is closing up you two would sit in the back of his car in the trunk and watch the fireworks and just cuddle while he’s internally freaking out. He has the biggest crush on you if you haven’t already noticed.

-later in your guy’s relationship he hates secrets or having to keep a secret, Seth is a total blabber mouth so if he thinks he’s in trouble over anything he immediately runs to you or calls you in the middle of the night and starts word vomiting over the most stupidest thing he did “I just stood next too Liv Morgan & I was like omg her hair looks good what if the love of my life Y/N did it and i was staring at her hair for too long & She glared at me and now she probably thought I was being some weirdo fucking creep but I swear I wasn’t I WAS JUST TRYING TO OBSERVE WHETHER OR NOT YOU DID HER HAIR I’m sorr-“ “Seth, it’s 4 in the fucking morning GO TO SLEEP-“

Manirhodessxox’s Masterlist

[aurangg]

In my opinion, being schizoid is the most “rebellious” and “rejecting” of society and the nature of humans out of all personality disorders.

Society is founded on community and human beings are constantly said to be social creatures. To excel in society, you need to have connections and wisdom that comes with interaction and experience.

When your emotions are so stunted, your interest in people little to none, your circle practically non-existent… you reject the very foundation of what society is built upon and hence everything else within it. You don’t even have it in you to try and curate a circle of friends, even if for manipulative selfish purposes of using them and excelling ahead, because you’re just not interested. You just don’t have that in you. Little to nothing seems to interest you.

Your life has become a masquerade of pretending to be someone you’re not, feel something you don’t. If people even begin to notice what you really are, you’re labelled a “weirdo”, “freak”, “creep”, “loner”, “loser who can’t make friends”, “scary”.

[heartfullofleeches]

Combining two of my new loves into one as they're the perfect pair - Dismissive Yan and Chipper-Creep Darling

I fancy writing creep reader as that eerie silent stalker, and secretive about their deviancy and malice, but one who's loud and proud about it is just as good. Your smile is so pretty!♡ can I have your teeth if you die? Saw you in my dream like night... You look cute in red. Their smile is friendly, but not welcoming. How anyone can be around this horror of a human being is a mystery..... in comes their knight looking like the corpse of their dreams with that dead eyed stare.

Dismissive Yan is just that. Nothing phases or gets beneath their skin. Cry, scream, hurt or tell them how much you hate their guts and they wouldn't bat an eye. Simply ask if you're yet done and if you're ready to eat now - or are you just going to throw it in their face again. "Ok" and "Sure" is the bulk of their vocabulary. Life's a bitch and they just don't have the energy to care, but don't be fooled by how indifferent to reality they are. Belittle them all you want, but the second anyone talks about their darling they're slitting throats on the spot. A tyrant when it comes to those who get in their way - crushing their victim's fingers one by one beneath their heel with zero thoughts in their head.

Together, Creep Darling and Dismissive Yan seem incompatible on the surface. "Don't touch me in public, Y/n...." "Then smile! Come on, smile- I know you want to~" Creep doesn't respect their personal space and always trying to push buttons they don't have. Their Yan barely reacts on the outside, but touch their chest and their heart is racing. These two truly bond when someone makes fun of creep for their behavior - and their bully gets the shit beaten out of them for it. Teeth flying, bones broken. Instant heart eyes for that freak. While patching them up, creep darling goes on and on about becoming murder spouses someday. Yan only asks you let their hands heal first.

This lead to a full scenario where reader is some kind of protecting force for Yan. My first idea was a doll/robot they come across one day or is forced on them for their reclusive nature. Only problem is that doll has a nasty little bug... that gives them a taste for blood and pastel colors. "Smile or die!" ... What do you mean that's not how you greet a human?? They hang around Yan because they keep a roof over their head and their parts in peak condition. Humans are broken when they're sad so they have to rid the world of every miserable one way or another. Dismissive Yan never expresses any emotion so you can't do a thing but tease and push until they do. Unfortunately, you don't get that honor.

Ambushed one eve by people who didn't take too kindly to them either, you're knocked down first so you don't get in the way. When your systems reboot and you're ready to knock some heads, you wake up with the skulls you aim to crush already caved by the lead pipe that took you down and that weirdo standing over you. Boo - looks like they broke too. You guess you won't kill this downer, not with them crying over you like this. And for helping you out. The new eye they buy you better be top quality

[tojisbbg]

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧

❝if i told you, you know how to go and break my heart in two.❞  

♡ bachira meguru ♡

a/n: i love him so much, he’s such a cutie patootie :< reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated!! it’s my second blue lock writing piece :)

content: bachira meguru x reader, childhood friends to lovers, slight mention of bullying, just you both being cute weirdos, mostly very fluffy, little angsty, hurt/comfort, kissing, very self-indulgent (lmao), not edited. 

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it was time for recess and you hummed a little tune the teacher played earlier when everyone sat in a circle for music time. you were skipping towards the park, wishing to swing and slide to your heart’s content. 

you didn’t have any friends and your teacher along with your parents were worried about how this would affect your upbringing. you were only in second grade and a social life was crucial at this age. but, your interests and creativity was as vast as the sea. being the weird kid wasn’t always that bad, you just accepted the fact that you were more unique than others. 

nothing wrong with that. 

besides, you enjoyed spending your time alone. you had more time to explore by yourself, find your interests, and playing by yourself was always an adventure because your mind was as exhaustively curious as your actions. 

you were startled to hear a bunch of kids roaring in anger, your gaze turning to the side where the small field was. you saw a bunch of kids from your class stomping on something, or rather someone, while angrily spewing words. 

your eyebrows furrowed in fury, bravely marching up to them as you threw the apple in your hand straight at one of the kid’s face. the jerk winced, looking at you with a glare. 

“what’s your deal, freak?” he taunted, making you scoff. 

“is hurting others that fun? well then, i love fun! why don’t you let me join in, but instead i’ll stomp on you, ‘kay?” you darkly said, pointing at the kid as he harshly gulped. his forehead was already slightly throbbing from your previous attack of throwing the apple at him. 

“l-let’s go guys, these weirdos are creeping me out.” the boy stuttered, grabbing his lunchbox before scrambling with this friends. the small crowd of bullies cleared up, allowing you to get a look at the victim. 

you saw the little boy on the ground, wincing in pain as he slowly sat up. he had a slight bob cut, uneven bangs covering his forehead while the tips of his hair in the back were blonde. 

“you okay?” you softly asked, sitting on your knees as you placed a small hand on top of his. the boy weakly nodded his head, looking up at you with a pained smile as a little bit of blood trickled down from his nose. 

“oh, you’re bleeding. come with me, i’ll fix ya up!” you chirped, grabbing his hand as you pulled him up with you. he quickly bent down to grab his soccer ball before being dragged away by you. 

you led him to the park, climbing up the stairs to reach the small bridge. the both of you sat down and you opened your lunchbox, pulling out the hello kitty bandages you always carried around. 

“what’s your name?” you asked, watching him rub away the tears that were streaming down his face. 

“meguru.” he sniffled, making you thin your lips. 

“i’m y/n. here, use this.” you said, handing him a tissue as he quietly thanked you. 

“those guys were a bunch of meanies.” you spoke, cleaning up the blood from his nose with a tissue. 

“yeah, but they’re right. i’m a weirdo and that’s why no one wants to be friends with me.” bachira looked down at his hands, making you frown. 

“there’s nothing wrong with being a weirdo, i’d rather sail the ocean to the neverlands by myself than have those bullies on my boat to sink me.” you joked, making the boy in front of you laugh. you smiled upon seeing him finally cheer up, grabbing one of your hello kitty band-aids before putting it on bachira’s nose. 

“i always carry these around because i get hurt a lot from falling down.” you sheepishly grinned, pointing at the same hello kitty band-aid that was on your nose. 

“ah, we’re matching!” he exclaimed, making you nod. 

“yeah! hey, wanna go on an adventure with me?” you asked with a cheeky look, making his eyes widen. 

“me?” bachira asked, clearly confused on why you’d ask him to play with you. 

“mhm, i need a partner. so, will you?” you questioned him once again, and without hesitation, bachira nodded his head as he grabbed your hand once again. your heart fluttered, a small blush tinting your cheeks. 

“yes!!” he giggled, dragging you with him off of the play area even though he didn’t have a clue where to go. bachira liked holding your hand, the warmth from your small hands on his was comforting. 

“first, we need to make a kingdom.” you instructed, walking towards the sandbox as you both took off your shoes before entering the small pit. you and bachira grabbed the neatly stacked buckets and shovels before starting your construction. 

“who’s gonna live here?” he questioned, watching you attentively tap the back of the bucket before pulling it off, you tongue sticking out at the corner of your lips from focus. 

“me and you, silly. it’s our kingdom, just for us.” you casually responded and bachira didn’t know why but his tummy felt like there was a bunch of butterflies swarming inside. 

“o-oh, okay.” bachira stuttered, getting a little shy because he’s never caught anyone’s attention nor did anyone dedicate anything to him. 

“why? do you not like it? we could add more things or-”

“no! i would like to live here with you, y/n. it’ll be our neverland.” bachira gave you a warm smile, making you giggle as you nodded your head. 

“yup, we’re gonna have so many fun things. a whole river of chocolate, volcanoes made out of cake, a huge castle with big and bouncy beds and the clouds will be cotton candy!!” you excitedly informed him, making bachira gasp as he clapped his hands, looking at you like you just lit up his entire world. 

“and it’ll rain gum drops!” he added on, the both of you high-fiving before continuing to build your kingdom. 

recess would soon be over as the teacher called all the kids inside. you and bachira walked inside the classroom while holding hands, making all the other stupid children whisper and gossip. you saw bachira lower his head and you felt yourself get a little annoyed. 

“oh, y/n! you made a new friend?” your teacher rushed over, a relieved smile once she saw you both. 

“yup, me and meguru are best friends forever. so, if anyone has a problem with him has a problem with me.” you said very loud and clear, hearing the whispers die down as you’re sure the kid from earlier probably told people around him about the incident. 

the rest of the day was spent as usual and class would soon be over. you waited for your mom to come and pick you up, passing time with bachira who was also waiting for his mom to come. 

“follow me.” you whispered, linking your arms with his as you pulled him away from the teacher who was busy talking to another parent. 

“huh? won’t we get in trouble, though?” bachira tried to reason, but you shook your head. 

“nope, we just have to be quiet.” you placed a finger on your lips, trying to hush him. bachira agreed with your words, allowing you to take him wherever you pleased. you guys were now in the school’s garden, filled with a variety of pretty flowers. 

“you see those things flying around? my papa told me that they’re called fireflies when we were gardening.” you told him, crouching down as you observed the tiny insects flying. 

“so cool, but why are they called that? do they have fire powers?” bachira innocently asked, making you chuckle. it was still lightly outside, so the creatures looked like normal flies or other flying insects. 

“catch one of them and you’ll see the magic.” you suggested and bachira looked at you with a weird look at first, a little bewildered but he decided to trust you. after a few minutes of struggling, he caught one and quickly closed his palms. 

“got it!” he laughed with a pant, showing you his closed palms. 

“good, now open your hands and see.” you encouraged him and he did so, only for his face to be scrunched up in disgust. 

“eww.” bachira said as he scrutinized the squashed bug on the palm of his hands, yellow liquid on his flesh. 

“you squished it, meguru.” you laughed, fishing out a tissue from your pocket as you wiped his hands. bachira couldn’t be bothered about the dead bug in his hands, more caught up on how gently you wiped away the remains of the bug.  

it made his chest feel fuzzy. 

“here, i’ll help you.” you offered, grabbing his hands as you tried to slowly and gently catch one of the fireflies with him. bachira watched your every move with nothing but amazement. 

“got one.” you blurted out, feeling the firefly circle around the walls it’s been placed in which would be your and bachira’s hands. 

“now watch closely.” you sang out before slowly releasing the firefly, the neon green light no visible on the butt of the bug. bachira gasped, his eyes widening as he watched the creature light up. 

“wow!! that was so cool, y/n.” bachira’s face warmed, adrenaline being pumped inside his veins from how much serotonin you caused him to release from such simple actions. 

“meguru, home time!” 

“y/n, papa’s here! let’s go, honey!”

you both heard your parents call for you in the distance. 

“will we play together again tomorrow?” he nervously asked, looking at you with his bright honey colored eyes. his hands clutched onto his shirt near his heart, gulping harshly as he tried to prepare himself in case you’d decline his offer. bachira didn’t know why, but today still felt like a dream to him, he’s never had this much fun in school before.

bachira would always play by himself in the corner, either in the building blocks section or dribbling with his soccer ball. he would eat alone and even when he’d go home, he’d spent most of his time with his mom. 

of course, bachira didn’t mind spending time with his mom as she was the only person bachira held so dearly in his little heart. however, even though birthdays were spent with him and his mom, it still felt quite lonely. 

but now bachira grew fond of you. your existence in his life now has turned his world around. 

“of course we will! we’ll play together forever and ever because we’re best friends forever now.” you hugged him, making him stiffen from the sudden action of affection. but soon, bachira would give in and hug you back before letting out a small giggle. 

“thanks, y/n. i love playing with you.”

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“incominggg!!” you screamed, lunging towards the figure of the boy who was breathing heavily on the soccer field. you latched onto bachira’s back, giggling as his turned his head to the side to look at you through his peripheral vision. 

“y/n?!” bachira exclaimed in shock, quickly letting go of the soccer ball in his hands to tightly grasp the back of your thighs so that you don’t fall. 

“who else would it be, meguru?” you asked, your tone a little sarcastic which made him laugh. 

“you’re right, just didn’t expect you to be here. are you stalking me?” he teased you, making you hum in response. 

“maybe, why? i can’t even come to my best friend’s games to support him?” you faked a dramatic cry, making bachira roll his eyes as he walked over to the bench with you still on his back to grab his duffle bag. 

“alright, you little drama queen. so, how was i?” bachira gave you a smirk, making you shoot out your hand to give him a thumbs up. 

“awesome as always, duhh! we’re talking about the bachira meguru, aka my best friend, who is the world’s best dribbler in soccer!” you continued to shower him in compliments, making the tips of his ears go red from slight embarrassment. 

“hm, good. you should always look at me during these games, you know.” bachira arrogantly said, making you pinch his cheeks. 

“don’t get too cocky now, or else you’ll get ahead of yourself.” you warned him as you watched him wince from your tight squeeze. 

“okay, okay, i got it.” bachira quickly blurted out, walking home with you as you yawned. 

“mm, meguru you’re all sweaty, sticky and nasty. hurry up and take us home.” you whined, making him scoff. 

“you threw yourself on my back willingly, not my fault.” he quickly defended, making you let out a heavy sigh. despite your complaints, you snuggled closer to him and felt his hold on you tighten. 

“i know, it’s because i missed you so much and i was so excited that your team won. also, i like being close to you like this, you feel warm.” you mumbled to yourself, feeling yourself get a little sleepy as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. the blonde tips of his hair tickled your face, but you didn’t care that much. 

“yeah?” he asked, feeling his heart jump when he felt the slight graze of your nose and lips against the skin of his neck. you and bachira have been friends for about eleven years now, the both of you stuck to each other by the hip like glue. 

everything on your mind, going on in your life and just anything in general had to be shared with bachira. he was your other half, the only person in the entire world that you cherished more than life itself after your parents. the same went for bachira, you were like a warm spring breeze after a rough winter, refreshing and comforting. 

he couldn’t have wished for a better friend than you. 

bachira would soon hear soft snores in his ear, the feeling of your warm breath fanning over his neck as you peacefully slumbered on his back. his lips curled upwards unknowingly, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“i’m home.” bachira announced as he entered the doors of his home, kicking his shoes off while still making sure to hold you tightly while he does so. his mom comes out of the kitchen, an apron wrapped around her body as she gave her son a welcoming smile. 

“welcome home, meguru. oh, y/n is here too? my, my! you should’ve told me earlier, i would’ve made her favorite for dinner.” bachira’s mother said in disappointment, her eyes traveling to your sleeping form on her son’s back. she came towards you before lightly booping your nose, watching you scrunch your nose from the sudden impact before she softly chuckled at your reaction. 

bachira’s mom absolutely adored you, crying on every single birthday of bachira’s when you’d show up at their doorsteps in your cute little dress and a box neatly wrapped with a bow. the way you loved and adored her son made her heart swell with happiness, knowing that in this world perhaps some kind of good does exist. 

that good being you.

to bachira’s mom, you were an angel sent from heaven and she loves you to pieces just like how she loves her son. 

“y/n is fine with anything you cook, mama. i’m gonna set her on my bed then go shower.” bachira assured his worried mother, making her nod as she patted his unoccupied shoulder. 

“okay- oh! i almost forgot, some mail came in for you today, meguru.” his mother scurried over to the small table by the tv, grabbing the envelope before handing it to her son. bachira hummed in response, thanking her before heading upstairs to his room. 

bachira entered his room, gently laying you down on his bed. he saw you fuss for a minute, groaning at the loss of contact with his body. bachira watched you in pure amusement, hands at his hips as he observed you. deciding to not be mean, he placed a pillow between your arms which you instinctively hugged tightly before dozing back into a deep sleep. 

bachira placed the envelope on his study table, deciding to open it after he showered. by the time he stepped out of his bathroom, he saw you sitting up on the bed, drenched in sweat as you fanned yourself. the sight of bachira coming out of the shower half naked with only a towel wrapped around his waist wasn’t a new sight for you nor did you mind it. 

you both were very comfortable around each other and bachira didn’t mind it either. though, your eyes would always stay a few seconds longer on his very well sculpted body. he was slightly shorter than his other teammates, even though he was nearly 5′8 in height and easily hovered above you. regardless, his body was in great condition as he worked out very frequently. 

“oh, sleeping beauty has awakened?” he teased, watching your red and hot flushed face have beads of sweat cover it. you gave him a quick glare before throwing a pillow at him. 

“shut up, i’m boiling here. it feels like i’m in satan’s butthole.” you said, making him snort from your obnoxious commentary. 

“my bad, i forgot to turn on the air conditioner before i left. just go and take a shower, it’ll help you cool off. i’ll have the room be cold by the time you come back.” bachira suggested and you decided to go along with his idea, probably stinking of sweat anyways. 

you opened his closet, rummaging through his clothes to find a t-shirt and a pair of shorts to wear. bachira heard you close the door of his bathroom and the ‘click’ sound of the lock, indicating that you’ve already gone to shower. he took this as an opportunity to slip on his clothes before going over to his desk to grab the ac remote. he pressed the power button, the roaring of the cool air immediately starting to cool off his room. 

as bachira was setting down the remote, his eyes fell on the envelope his mom handed him earlier. he grabbed the mail, sitting down on the bed before ripping it open. he took out the letter and began to read it. 

“blue lock?” bachira murmured to himself, eyes continuing to scan the paper. he realized that finally his talent and love for soccer was getting the recognition that it deserved. bachira was aware of how skillful he was, never denying the fact that he was some kind of soccer prodigy. even as a child, his love and passion for soccer set him to be different than the other kids. 

bachira meguru’s talent in soccer is what made him be seen as the freak in school. 

“ahh, that feel so much better.” your voice woke him up from his trance, shoving the paper inside the envelope before shoving it under his pillow. he didn’t know why he did that as he never hid anything from you. but, bachira felt like he needed some more time to think on it before letting you know. 

“see, i told you.” bachira gave you a smile, watching you almost drown in his clothes because of how baggy they were around you. but, you liked wearing bachira’s clothes because it was so comfortable and roomy. 

you plopped on his bed right next to him, enjoying the cold air from the ac hitting your freshly showered face. you drew random shapes on bachira’s hand before playing with his fingers. your eyes would always fall on the band tightly secured on his ring finger, your initials on it as you had a matching one with him on your finger with his intials on it. on the side, a small drawing of a firefly was engraved on it. 

it was a promise ring that you both gave each other to never leave each other’s side ever. to some it may seem like some silly promise a bunch of stupid teenagers made at the age of sixteen, but this promise was something you and bachira held to both of your hearts very strictly. 

“y/n.” bachira suddenly called out your name. 

“hm?” you hummed in response. 

“what would you do if i had to go away for like a few months?” he asked out of the blue, looking into your eyes for an honest answer. 

“i would kill myself.” you blurted out without any hesitation. bachira’s eyes widened and his jaw fell open. 

“what?!” he exclaimed, making you burst into a fit of laughter from his priceless reaction. 

“y/n, that was not funny!” he whined, shoving you to the side as you calmed down from your laughing high. 

“sorry, sorry, but i was partially kidding. anyways, this is actually what i would do.” you said, making him tilt his head in confusion as he watched you attentively to see what your next move would be. 

you sat up, climbing onto him before tightly wrapping your arms around him. your legs straddled his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. bachira’s head spun around, the scent of his shampoo was hitting his senses as your wet hair tickled his nose. 

“i’d super glue myself on you so that wherever you go, you’d be forced to take me with you. or, i’ll chain you inside my basement as hostage so that you can’t leave.” you joked, making him chuckle as you felt the vibration from his chest waving on yours. 

“so dramatic.” he squished your cheeks together, making a pout form on your lips. 

“we’re talking about basically my life support here. i can’t let you leave my side, then what will i do? who will i come to when even the slightest minor inconvinience occurs in my life? nope, you’re not going anywhere, meguru.” you quickly shook your head, tightening your embrace around him as you shoved your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent that you never got tired of. 

you always said these kind of things to him, so bachira was used to it. but, after getting that note from that blue lock place, your words were hitting a different spot in his heart. bachira couldn’t deny the fact that you did things to him, you made his heart feel funny and his stomach churn with nervousness. 

he convinced himself that perhaps it was a silly little crush that he grew up with because you were his first friend and pretty much the only person he ever paid attention to. bachira thought that he’d get over it as time passed by, but it only seemed that his feelings for you grew stronger and stronger. 

yet, he would silence those pesky feelings because he didn’t want to ruin this beautiful friendship of his with you. bachira loved being friends with you and even though he’d feel like he’s over the moon if you were his lover, he’d rather not risk it. the boy would feel destroyed and never forgive himself if he were to ever lose you from his life. 

“meguru, y/n! dinner’s ready, come downstairs.” you both heard his mom call for you guys, making you roll off of him as you both headed downstairs. 

the fresh smell of chicken stew along with stir-fried noodles hit you nose, making your mouth water. you looked at the dinner table and saw it filled with many of your and bachira’s favorite food. 

“ms. yu! ahh, you ate and left no crumbs again.” you complimented, shamelessly sitting down next to bachira as you quickly grabbed your chopsticks, inhaling the noodles. his mother watched you with heart eyes, loving how you appreicated her as much as you did to her son. 

“i wanted to make more of your favorite dishes but it was getting late, meguru didn’t tell me you were coming over.” she said, slight guilt washing over her tone as she always tried her best to please you just like how she pleased her son. 

“are you kidding? this is heavenly, i’d cross the seven seas just for a bite.” you hummed in bliss as you continued to eat. you made the woman very happy with your words, watching her eyes glimmer. 

“make sure to eat a lot then.” she came over to ruffle your hair and you eagerly nodded your head. 

you knew bachira’s situation was a little complicated. from the very beginning it has always been just bachira and his mom. she worked part time at a local supermarket while making some extra cash on the side as an artist. bachira told you that his dad abandoned the family when his mother found out that she was pregnant, leaving her to raise a child all by herself. 

the story still brings you to tears every time you remember it. both bachira and his mother suffered a lot, especially the poor woman. raising a child alone was difficult, and you knew that making ends meet was very hard on ms. yu. yet, you couldn’t help but be so proud of her for raising her son so well. 

she was an amazing mom and you always made sure to make her a mother’s day card every year to remind her that she deserved more recognition than she gets. 

“did you open the mail, meguru?” his mom suddenly asked, catching your ears as you looked at bachira with curious eyes. you saw how the spoon stopped on his lips, as he harshly swallowed. 

“yeah.” bachira answered, a small smile on his lips. 

“you got a letter, meguru? from who? a secret girlfriend or maybe the lottery?” you threw crazy assumptions on the table, making his mom chuckle from your silly behavior. 

“no, you idiot. it’s from this soccer bootcamp place called blue lock. they gave me an invitation to join them and they said that they can help me get into nationals.” bachira finally released the bomb, a nervous laugh following after his last few words. his mom gasped in shock, her chopsticks dropping from her hold as she rushed over to her son’s side, pulling him into a tight hug. 

“oh my god!! that’s so amazing, meguru! is it finally getting fun, now?” she rocked him back and forth, petting his head as bachira smiled brightly. 

“yeah.” he answered, his eyes trailing to your figure as you stopped eating. your chopsticks poking and playing around with your food. you noticed bachira’s stare on you and you quickly fixed your face, giving him your best smile you could make at the moment. 

“come here, y/n!” bachira’s mother opened her arms wider, ushering you to come and join the hug. you got up from your chair, accepting the invitation as you rubbed her back while she cried tears of joy. 

“congrats, meguru.” you mumbled into his hair, trying very hard to contain your own tears. but the thing is, you didn’t know if these tears were from happiness or sadness. 

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” you quickly excused yourself, running upstairs as you entered his room. you knew that bachira would most likely follow in afterwards, so you locked yourself in his bathroom. all the tears that you’ve been holding in came down like a waterfall, as you sobbed in your palms. 

you knew it was selfish of you to think this way, you know that you should be happy for him. and you were happy! deep in your heart, you were so proud of bachira for coming such a long way. you knew that he struggled with his self-confidence since childhood, underestimating his abilities because those jackass kids continued to kick him around. 

but, you were his wall. you protected him and supported him every single step of the way. you knew that if bachira went to blue lock, then he could definitely make it to nationals and one day play for the world cup to bring victory home. 

you had faith in him as you always rooted for him. 

if he could win then it would help his mom with their finances so much. you knew that a huge boulder would be relieved from her shoulders. 

yet, you couldn’t help but let a piece of you feel shattered. you’ve never been away from bachira for long as even long distance vacations would involve both your parents and bachira’s mom to go together. you chest squeezed in pain, never expecting that the day you’d have to let him go would come this soon. 

“y/n, you okay in there?” you heard a knock on the bathroom door as bachira called out for you. you quickly cleared your throat before speaking.

“yeah, give me a minute.” you tried your best to sound as normal and coherent as possible. you flushed the toilet to pretend that you were using it before turning on the faucet to wash your hands and face. after drying yourself, you opened the bathroom door and was met with your best friend’s clearly concerned face. 

“calm down, i just had an upset stomach ‘cause i ate too fast.” you quickly tried to dismiss him with your lie, only to earn a scoff from him. 

“liar.” he shot you down, making you wince as you knew that there was no point in even trying to lie to him. this man has known you pretty much his entire life, so he knew you like the back of his hand. 

“i’m not.” you still tried to argue with your reasoning, though you knew it was futile. you laid down on his bed, grabbing your phone as you tried to busy yourself with scrolling through social media. bachira followed behind you, sitting next to your laying form. 

he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, his gaze was intense and it was getting extremely hard to keep your character. 

“yeah, no.” bachira blurted out, swiftly grabbing the phone out of your hands before setting it on the floor beneath him. you looked at him with small glare. 

“hey, i was watching how to make tirimisu! give it back.” you grumbled, draping yourself over his lap as you tried to reach the ground to grab your phone. however, bachira had enough of your games. 

he pushed you down on the bed before caging you between his arms as you were now pinned down under him. your eyes widened as you could feel heat rising to your cheeks. bachira looked at you with a frown when you tried to avert your gaze away from him. 

“hey, don’t look away from me.” he pouted, bringing a hand to grab your chin to force you to face him again. you let out a sigh, looking at him with sad eyes. it was no point in hiding your emotions anymore knowing how persistent he was. 

“i know that whole blue lock thing is bothering you, y/n.” bachira said as if he was reading your mind on the side. 

“no-”

“y/n, i know it is. i’m not stupid, i know when you’re bothered and what’s bothering you.” he snapped at you, making you let out a heavy sigh. 

“fine, yeah it is.” you shamefully admitted, not wanting to even look at him in the eyes. it was such a great opportunity and instead of cheering him on, you were trying to hold him back. 

“okay.” bachira simply said, getting off of you as you cocked an eyebrow in confusion. you watched him grab the letter before crumbling it into a little ball, walking over the the trash can by his door. your eyes widened as you quickly jumped out of the bed, stopping in front of him to block him from throwing the paper out.

“are you crazy, meguru?!” you questioned his sanity, watching him shrug your shock off. 

“if it bothers you then i won’t go. i love soccer but i love you more, as long as i can play with people and have you by my side then i’m fine.” bachira answered you and that familiar feeling of your chest tightening came back. an overwhelming feeling of just wanting to crash yourself onto him and keep bachira all to yourself powered over you. 

“oh, meguru..” you breathed out, tears welling in your eyes before streaming down your cheeks. you pulled him into a bone crushing hug, making bachira stumble behind as his knees hit the side of the bed. you purposely pushed him so that you both could fall on the bed. 

“i would never stop you from doing what you love, meguru. go to blue lock and become the best striker, ‘kay?” you said as you hugged him tighter, wetting his shirt with your tears as bachira protectively hugged your waist. 

“y/n.” his voice croaked, making you lift your head up as you looked down at his face. you gave him a sad smile before wiping away the warm tears that slid down his cheeks. 

“don’t cry, meguru. ah, you’re making this so much harder. imagine yourself playing in a big stadium, thousands of people screaming ‘bachira! bachira! bachira!’ and boom! you make your goal and the crowd goes wild.” you stroked his cheeks as you softly spoke, his honey colored eyes softened as he leaned into your touch. 

“will you be there?” bachira asked dryly and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. 

“i’ll be in the front row seat holding a big poster of your face while screaming your name. just don’t forget me when you become famous, ‘kay? i was your number one fan since the beginning.” you huffed out, making him laugh as he rubbed your back. 

“i won’t forget my weirdo.” bachira said with a cheeky grin, making you look down at him with loving eyes. 

“find friends over there that’ll play soccer with you, meguru. don’t ever lose your love for soccer, okay? you’ll always be the best to me.” you said as your eyes shone with admiration, leaning down to place a soft peck on his cheek. 

bachira’s heart was on fire from your words and your little actions. he felt like he was going to explode because of these burdensome feelings. 

“i’m in love with you, y/n. i have always loved you, ever since we were kids. i know that it’s very sudden but i can’t stop my feelings for you anymore.” bachira confessed, biting down on his lower lip as he waited for the bitter taste of rejection to hit him. 

instead, he was met with the sweet taste of your lips. the taste of your strawberry flavored chapstick met his tastebuds as he felt your plump lips move along his. you tangled your fingers between the locks of his two-toned hair, tugging on it as you continued to deepen the kiss by angling your face. you nipped on his lower lip playfully. bachira felt your lips come to a stop, making him let out a shaky breath. 

you smiled against his lips before softly landing a few pecks on his lips. you looked at him, seeing that his cheeks were now rosy red and his lips a little swollen from the kiss. 

“i love you too, meguru. when you come back, i’ll be waiting for you with open arms. in the future, we’ll get married and you’ll make me a soccer wife.” you said with dreamy eyes and the mere thought of it pulled on bachira’s heart strings. he grabbed your hand, the one where your ring finger was wrapped with the promise band. he kissed it before kissing your knuckles. 

you loved him and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. 

“of course, we’re the perfect pair after all.” bachira said with a cheeky smile before placing a hand on the back of your head, pulling your face towards his to place his lips back on yours. 

you couldn’t help but fall in love with him even more than before. 

[hopelesswritergall]

His muse

A/N :So many people wanted it, so enjoy

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Aemond would not say he is obsessed. Does he go out of his way to see you? If you count coming to the museum only on the days you work? Yes, then definitely. He once asked what days you were working, which was an innocent question. He just wanted to know when he could show you some of his own drawings.. So now every Sunday morning and Wednesday midday he is sitting at a bench looking at the paintings, holding his sketchbook tilted so you can’t see what he is drawing, which infuriates you to some degree. You were curious as to what he could be drawing, seeming to be on a new page every single day you see him. How many variations of one painting can a single man make?

It was Sunday morning and you had just taken your place in your designated room. Checking to see if the alarms were all working, getting some water and then it was a waiting game. Waiting for that usual guy, Aemond you had recently learned, to show up. You didn’t quite know what intrigued him this much about the painting, but alas, a customer is a customer after all. It was just 10 minutes after opening that you heard the oh so familiar sound of his leather boots on the floor. The way the light that was supposed to be on the paintings almost seemed to gravitate towards him, as if he was the main attraction. You gave him a quick nod and greeted him politely. “Goodmorning Aemond, coming to see the same paintings again? For the twentieth time, it must be already.”

“But of course, the art always seems to be a little different each time I visit. It’s worth it, the paintings inspire me.” he would say as he grabbed his little sketchbook and supplies.

“To everyone their own I suppose. We are hosting a competition by the way, it is about artwork inspired by paintings here! Why don’t you submit your work? You’ve been practicing so long, I’m sure you will win.”

He would’ve loved to, just to see your excitement, but the only problem is that his drawings weren’t inspired by the paintings. They were inspired by his muse. You

“Oh well I don’t think that is such a great idea….” He would mumble, almost inaudible.

“Oh come on, I’m sure it isn’t that bad! Just show me, I’m sort of the jury, I can find you some advice in advance.” You offered to him, while speaking you had ascended from your chair and started to walk over to where he was sitting. Aemond however hadn’t noticed this yet, it was only when he looked up to study you some more that he noticed you weren’t at your usual place. He then felt a presence looking over his shoulder and he quickly shut his book. But it was too late, you’d already seen it. Now you would probably get a restraining order against him, finding him a creep, a weirdo perhaps even a freak. He was preparing himself to get yelled at. But to his surprise it never came.

Instead you pointed out “My hair isn’t exactly that colour. It’s a bit off, but it was a pretty drawing!”

“You aren’t freaked out? Creeped out by it?”

“Should I be? I think it rather endearing that out of everything that we have in this museum you pick me to draw! I think of it as a compliment!”

“Well you are kinda my muse after all… I just felt this connection the first time I saw you, and then I couldn’t help but draw you, and then again and again…”

“How about we go for a drink? After I’m done working? The white stag perhaps? And after that we could discuss a perhaps more professional drawing session. Where I’d model for you. How does that sound?”

“What time do you get off?”

[whyse7vn]

nudes? -

[ ot7 x reader ]

SEOKJIN -

jin: you’re so special

i wish i was special

y/n: r u flirting with me

jin: yeah

y/n: never do it again

jin: sorry

i’m a creep

i’m a weirdo

y/n: it’s true

jin: yeah :/

y/n: i thought you hated radiohead

jin: not today

they speak for me ❤️

y/n: ok

jin: do you miss me be honest

y/n: you don’t want my honesty right now

jin: ur right you know me so well

i’m in a vulnerable state rn

y/n: yeah

jin: so that’s why i’m gonna humbly ask you to send nudes

y/n:

you rn

jin: STOP

NO ITS NOT

PLEASE STOP

y/n: *sighs looks left looks right* idk if i can send you anything jin

jin: stop 😕

y/n: roleplay with me if you want to see some ass pretty boy 🙈🙈🙈🙈

jin: *looks up at you with pleading eyes* p-please

y/n: *pats you on head looks conflicted* i really shouldn’t jinnie

jin: *tears slowly flow out my eyes* PLEASE

*kneels and hugs ur legs now sobbing*

y/n: fucking crybaby bitch *pulls out a gun and empties the whole clip into ur head while reciting jjk chapter 236*

jin: okay wtf

y/n: sorry i was getting into it

jin: that was you into it?

y/n: yeah?

jin: okay

y/n: yeah shut the fuck up you little ant carrying the stupid little bag on a stick

jin: i’m sorry

y/n: know ur place

u little slut

jin: i am NOT roleplaying with you again

y/n: k bye.

jin: ….

…………..

y/n: i said BYE

jin: *whimpers*

y/n: LMAOOOO UR A FREAKKKKK

jin: i can’t believe you made me do that

y/n: didn’t make you do anything

you did that all willingly

u fr wasn’t lying when you said ur a weirdo man

jin: whatever

y/n: miss u xx

6 images sent

NAMJOON -

y/n: no joon but i’m saying what the fuck is a naevis

like i thought it was the fandom name but turns out ITS NOT

WHAT IS NAEVIS

like wdym they said “naevis we love you” and it’s not the fans

WHO IS IT JOON WHO

don’t get me wrong i love aespa like down to the ground but tf are you guys talking about who is is the naevis and do we need to fight

namjoon: i get you baby

y/n: i knew you would understand

you’re the only one i have in this world

me and joon against the world

we’re so cute

namjoom: the cutest!

y/n: WAIT BABE CUZ U SPILLED

WE ARE THE CUTEST WE ARE

BEST COUPLE

like no joke we are like what people dream about

wow joon ur smart

what did you eat today

namjoon: toast baby

it’s 9 in the morning

y/n: ok what is naevis tho

please stay on track

do u know joon?

namjoon: not sure baby

y/n: ok wtf is wrong with you

it feels like ur here but not here

and where are all ur stupid little dad emojis

where is the namjoon i know

namjoon: sorry baby

y/n: ok and you’ve called me baby like how many times??

you only say that when u wanna fuck lmao

OH MYGOD KIM NAMJOON

U NASTY BITCH

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING

ARE YOU A FREAK

OMYGODFC

namjoon: baby :(

y/n: UR SICK UR SO SICK

namjoon: not doing anything i promise

y/n: I DO NOT BELIVE YOU

namjoon: i’m not a pervert

and i would never lie to you

you know that

y/n: hehehehehe

don’t you know that to me

what if i don’t know joon

heheheh

just imagined you saying that

you know that >:-|

with ur silly little srs face

that little face was u by the way

anyways

you will NOT seduce me

namjoon: ok

y/n: ok

namjoon: ok

y/n: ok

namjoon: ok

y/n: ok

namjoon: send me nudes pretty

y/n: wow namjoons a whore guys

namjoon: guys?

who are you talking to

y/n: i can’t take this

HEHHE I AM BLUSHING THO HEHEHDH

you’ve changed joon….

namjoon: sorry? idk what to say baby

it feels like i’m taking to like 4 people at once

y/n: UR WHAT????

namjoon: baby stop being silly

y/n: silly?

silly is such a silly word

heheheh

like ur soooo silly

isn’t that silly joon

namjoon: stop saying silly

y/n: can’t help being the naturally silly girl i am joon like i’m just silly i was born like this

namjoon: i’m wearing my glasses btw

y/n: oh?

namjoon: yeah baby

y/n: what was it that u wanted joon >.<

JUNGKOOK -

jungkook: babe can i try something please

y/n: no

jungkook: good girl

y/n: ???

jungkook: was that nice?

y/n: no

jungkok: ok then

y/n: was that it?

jungkook: should i end my life

y/n: let me think about it

jungkook: ok

babe

y/n: yeah

jungkook: do you you ever feel really exposed to the dinosaurs?

y/n: what?

jungkook: i feel so exposed to them

y/n: what does that mean

jungkook: they know me

but like

it’s too much

they know too much

y/n: they are dead

jungkook: ok

i’m sorry

y/n: are you ok?

jungkook: i wish i was born as a little potato

so i could be put into a soup or something

or maybe i would be made into a little mcdonalds fry

y/n: what are you going on about

jungkook: babe

time is an illusion

you have to get it before it gets you

y/n: jungkook what do you actually want rn

jungkook: i love speaking to you

can i not speak to you

y/n: what do you want from me

jungkook: so like

y/n: so like????

jungkook: canyouplssendmenudes

y/n: is that it?

jungkook: i love you

y/n: 4 images sent

jungkook: i could cry

y/n: please don’t

jungkook: love my life

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

do you miss me as much as i miss you

home soon babe 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

ur so pretty

i want to peel off ur skin and suck on ur bones

y/n: what the hell

jungkook: can i?

y/n: could u just not say i’m hot and move on please

jungkook: ur HOT

HOT AF BABE

HOTTIE

HOT AHHH

SPICY HOT

TOO HOT TO HANDLE AHH

BURNING I AM

TOOOOOO HOOOT

y/n: enough

jungkook: sorry

HOSEOK -

hobi:

y/n: not reading all of that sorry for your loss or congratulations idk

hobi: fair enough

y/n: yeah

hobi: ok send ur nudes rn

i’ll rate them 1-10

y/n: that makes me want to throw up

hobi: don’t even stress it’s gonna be a 10

i just like the edge it gives you when u know ur being judged

makes u panic so you get creative

y/n: that sounds toxic as hell???

hobi: probably is idk

y/n: let’s break up

hobi: nooo my creative girl don’t go 😢

y/n: going

hobi: can you call me daddy like once

y/n: you are out of ur mind

hobi: it’ll probably be really hot

y/n: we have done this once already hoseok

you literally threw up after i said it

hobi: ok i was young then

it wasn’t right calling a young man like me daddy

but i’ve grown now pls

y/n: it was 2 months ago

hobi: my love i’ve grown honestly 🙏🏻

y/n: can you leave me alone

hobi: kk send me pics tho xx

y/n: xx?

hobi: i kissed you

yk to be nice?

don’t tell me you want a hug too

i spoil you too much

xxoooxxxoo

y/n: i will kill you

hobi: ok but be honest was this a good attempt

y/n: this was ur worst by far

ur getting desperate babe and it’s showing

hobi: IVE BEEN DESPERATE SINCE THE MORNING

pls pls pls pls pls pls PLEASE SEND ME NUDES PLEASE

y/n: yawn the begging is getting boring

hobi: FUCK U

i’ll be back in 5

need thinking time

y/n: did you just send me money?

hobi: no?

y/n: ?

hobi: yeah :/

y/n: this is getting sad

2 images sent

hobi: god is good amen 🙏🏻

YOONGI -

yoongi: can you

y/n: can you

yoongi: i can

y/n: you can

yoongi: yeah

y/n: that’s crazy

yoongi: not really

but pls can you

y/n: it’s really crazy yoongi

yoongi: i’m telling you it’s not

y/n: it is

yoongi: why

y/n: why?

yoongi: yeah that’s what i asked

y/n: the fact that you have to ask why is even crazier

yoongi: it is?

y/n: it is.

yoongi: oh

y/n: i hope ur ashamed of yourself

yoongi: but you normally can

y/n: ok?

yoongi: ok?

y/n: people change

yoongi: clearly

y/n: are you trying to fight me rn

yoongi: kinda

y/n: typical

yoongi: but like

y/n: but like?

yoongi: a fight but kinda different yk?

y/n: ur not right

yoongi: :/

y/n: yoongi

yoongi: yeah

y/n: can i be honest

yoongi: you can

y/n: i have no idea what we are taking about

yoongi: what

y/n: what

yoongi: we are supposed to be on the same page

y/n: i’m like 15 pages ahead rn

yoongi: no

you are 15 pages behind

y/n: pretty sure i’m ahead but whatever

yoongi: i’m telling you you’re not

y/n: it’s okay to be wrong sometimes babe

yoongi: ok

y/n: so proud of you

love when you learn new things

yoongi in his acceptance era ❤️❤️

yoongi: send me nudes

y/n: OMGGGG

yoongi also in his slut era

yoongi: whatever send pls

y/n: i even got a please i must be dreaming wow

yoongi: it was a pls

so it holds less value than a please

y/n: wow ur not acting like you want these nudes

yoongi: please :3

y/n: OMG THE FAMOUS YOONGI CAT FACE

best day ever

yoongi: fr best day ever!!

y/n: wow that’s scary never speak like me again

yoongi: i won’t

that made me physically ill

y/n: good

anyways beg me one more time please ;)

yoongi: you naked now please

y/n: um

are you telling me or asking me

that one felt very conflicting

yoongi: why are we still talking

y/n: maybe because we are deeply in love idk

yoongi: nude 4 nude

y/n: SAY LESS

4 images sent

JIMIN -

jimin: send nudes?

y/n: are u fr? not even a hi?

jimin: hi

send nudes?

y/n: no

how about u send me a stack

jimin: i can do that

lowkey prostitution but i can still do that

y/n: that was not in exchange for nudes btw

jimin: LAME

i support sex work

y/n: you just shamed prostitution

jimin: i did not

y/n: leave alone

jimin: can you not be emo rn please omg

i just want nudes

so i can put it on my onlyfans

y/n: ur what?

jimin: onlyfans

y/n: since when do you have an onlyfans?

jimin: i’m building a life for us babe ❤️

y/n: you are an idol

jimin: ok?

can i not share my ALL goods with with the world?

y/n: ur goods?

u asked ME for nudes

jimin: are you not mine?

y/n: no?

jimin: ok wrong answer but i get it feminism and stuff

stand ur ground queen 🙏🏻❤️

y/n: do not uplift me rn

jimin: sorry i can’t help it praise shesus!!!!!

y/n: go away

jimin: ok

let’s make some content babydoll

y/n: baby what?

jimin: think my first post should be feet pics

y/n: no

jimin: ur right they probably would want a full body pic first

y/n: can you actually go away

jimin: i can’t

i belong with you

my soul itches when we are apart

y/n: idc!

ur a freak say away

jimin: :p

y/n: 🖕🏽

jimin: ok nudes now

jimin sent 3 pictures

for you queen

y/n: gross

jimin: don’t lie

it’s a good angle no?

y/n: no

2 images sent

now leave me alone

TAEHYUNG -

y/n: bring me back cookies pls

taehyung: babe i’m feeling miscovus idk if i can

y/n: what?

taehyung: miscivous

miceovus

movovius

ME

THIS IS ME RN!!!

y/n: cookies yes or no

taehyung: ok but u pay for them

y/n: this would go crazy in the gc

but ok

check ur bank account

taehyung: ummm wtf

that was not what i meant

y/n: ?

taehyung: i told you i’m feeling miscovus

y/n: mischievous?

taehyung: ok show off

but yeah i’m feeling this micovus vibe rn

y/n: how have you spelt it wrong again?

taehyung: send me ur boobs

y/n: woah

taehyung: that is exactly what i will say when i see ur boobs on my screen

y/n: u make me sick

taehyung: woof woof meow pls send bae

y/n: was that necessary

taehyung: probably not but i’m feeling the vibes rn

y/n: that’s gross

never say that again

taehyung: it’s the truth tho venus in retrograde and ur boobs need to be on my screen

the universes is giving the the vibes

777

222

333

1066

y/n: 1066?

taehyung: the battle of hastings?

y/n: what?

taehyung: no babe why did mother earth literally just call me rn and say ur seeing it boobs rn would balance my infinity stones 😭

y/n: my head hurts

so bad

taehyung: i’m so upset for u fr but

can you balance me

oh pls oh pls

y/n: if i don’t get my fucking cookies after this i’m gonna be so mad

1 image attached

taehyung: hehehehehehhehehehehehehe

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: I'm gonna punch the winged lion in the face istg

(Again, reminder that this is all retroactive and/or reread. Original timestamps [about half the screenshots/comments] are 3:57-4:14am, last week.)

I dunno, I think it seems like a nice young creature that could be my friend!!

Seriously though: love love love that the first desire it heard was literal hunger, that the first thing it did was feed itself to a creature as food (Laios energy!) (and get pooped out, and so become part of the world!), that the first thing it ate was literal hunger.

"I learned that in this world, things that were consumed ceased to exist."

It's so neat how this applies to everything in this world - physical food, souls tied to bodies which are eaten, and insubstantial desires.

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I just like these little creatures with the eyes.

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it looks so sad...

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fucking LOVE the implication that the different races are just descended from people who wished for different things for "their" people. Yet another #WorldbuildingWin

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I just like these guys! They're neat!

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Genuinely sad that they never even briefly sealed the lion into the Dungeon Gourmet Guide. That would've been so funny and appropriate. For is it not Laios's spellbook, the superficial guide to everything he desires!

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YET AGAIN I LOVE THIS BOY'S STRATEGERIES. He's very..."ruthless" isn't quite the right word, though it's not wrong either. "Unflinching", perhaps. He sees what needs to be done and he does it, even at grievous, grieving cost to himself first, his allies only if he can't avoid it.

Also, obviously: gotta love the relationship between a guy and the cat he trusts to kill him if necessary.

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[clambering up onto a standard internet soapbox] Thoughts are not crimes, you anti sonofabitch!

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THE BITTER IRONY THAT THIS IS EXACTLY HOW LAIOS HAS TO LIVE THE REST OF HIS LIFE, THANKS TO HIS DUTIES AS KING AND THIS FUCKER'S CURSE. (Though, to be fair, as noted earlier, all dungeon lords' final wishes seem to be 'Fuck The Guy That Did This To Me', so it's only fair - and narratively juicy! - that the demon's is, too.)

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Wnged Lion:

Kabru, 20 minutes ago:

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[Radiohead voice] 'Cuz he's a creep...he's a weirdo... What the hell is he doing here? This is just vore, now...

Also, eyes!

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Get you a cat like this!!

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I do not fucking approve of this.

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Extreme unsettlingness aside, this is truly so funny and I can't WAIT to see it animated, and moreover voice-acted. The Laios voice and some body language, but also it's teh Winged Lion, but ALSO the Winged Lion has maintained somewhat of a persona of benevolent, gracious wisdom, whereas demon!Laios has 'slightly charming fuckboy about to Spring Break party in Florida' vibes.

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Get that Kabru-ass big-eyed earnestness off my son's FACE you FREAK!

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The fucking JUMPSCARE of this, I'm cackling. Mithrun's vibes remain impeccable. Bizarre! But impeccable.

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THAT"S NO NIGHTMARE! THAT'S A TRIPLE-HEADED MEGA-SUPER FIRE-AND-ICE-BREATHING HELLA-HYDRAMERA WHATSIT, aka MY BELOVED SON THE KING OF MONSTERS! I'm no more concerned than when he jumped in front of Lycion wearing a giant mushroom and holding Kensuke! I know a friend when I see one!