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Zom100 Episode 2

He's literally me guys

I feel like it's been years since I've seen an anime main character actually drink alcohol and I've never seen one love beer this much. As the kids would say I kin him.

It's really great how the anime shows us that it isn't really the world thats insane but just our mc. Their dialogue is super mega cliche but I think thats part of the joke and I like it.

She is SO COOL, I'm really happy they gave us her POV in the second half of the episode , she seems like the opposite of our mc in some ways but she's probably just as crazy (and a big zombie nerd).

Okay I guess the anime spelled it out for us whoops. My hope is that they become friends soon and fill in for each others craziness to become a good survival team.

One final thing I almost missed (again) is that the ratio changed once we switched POVs. All in all a fun episode (rip neighbors I didn't know zombies could climb)

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Better

Hawks wants to get back together. Your best friend Bakugo has some thoughts on that.

mdni 18+

Pairings: Bakugo/fem reader, mentioned Past Hawks/ fem reader

Tags/TW:  Smut, Aged-Up Characters, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Jealousy

Your eyes tracked Keigo as he crossed the bar, stopping every few seconds to chat with one person or another. He hadn't spotted you yet. You'd really like to be looking elsewhere once he did but you couldn't seem to look away.

If you’d known he’d be here, you would have stayed home. Shouldn’t he have been off being an asshole somewhere else? How could he possibly fit this party into his busy schedule of preening and backstabbing? His head started to turn in your direction and you looked away so fast you felt your neck pop.

Katsuki Bakugo was sneering at you when you looked his way. “When are you going to get over that loser?”

“I am over him. He just infuriates me.” You lean a little closer to your best friend. “You wouldn’t be interested in flirting with me real quick though, by any chance?”

He snorted so hard, he almost choked on his beer. “No chance in hell, you better find Kirashima.”

You put your hand on his arm and laughed a touch too loudly, leaning against him. Kiri was not going to get the job done, Keigo had always been insanely jealous of your friendship with Katsuki and what would truly heal you was pissing the feathered man off.

“You have got to be joking.” Katsuki said, blinking incredulously. “This is you flirting? How do you keep finding boyfriends?” He held up a hand. “On second thought, maybe this is exactly why you only date losers.”

“Ouch” You put your hand to your chest. “Let’s walk that back several feet. I am excellent at flirting, I just usually have a partner who gives me something to work with.”

“You want something to work with?” He asked, setting down his beer.

“It would be ni-” You were cut off as he pulled from your stool, and spun you so your back touched the bar. You blinked rapidly in shock as your eyes met his crimson pair, sparkling deviously.

Katsuki’s arms brushed against yours where he caged you in and he leaned forwards, placing his mouth next to your ear. “Like this?”

Your throat was suddenly extremely dry and you struggled to respond, eventually just deciding to nod. A mistake because his mouth brushed your skin at the movement and lightning tingled up your spine.

He leaned back, just far enough to see your face, and you noticed his devious expression had been replaced by something else. Something you struggled to recognize.

A throat cleared nearby, startling you both. You looked up to find Keigo standing there, face twisted into a frown and eyes burning with annoyance. You’d forgotten he was even here.

“Keigo. What do you want?”

“Can we talk?” he asked and you almost smirked at the tone in his voice. Pissing him off had not been hard.

“We are talking, unfortunately.”

“Can we talk privately?”

“Fuck off, Hawks. She’s busy.” Katsuki glared hard at Hawks and the other man’s eyes narrowed in response. You sighed loudly, suddenly annoyed with both of them. They had always hated each other, though in all fairness Katsuki hated anyone higher than him on the hero chart. Privately, you thought he’d pass Hawks soon but the thought had always felt like a betrayal.

“Let’s not start, guys. You’re going to ruin Mina’s birthday. Again. Remember last year’s incident? With the cake.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes but Keigo turned back to you. “Can we just go outside and talk then? Please. Just for a minute.”

“Fine.” You gave in, too tired to fight him. You’d never been all that good at saying no to him.

“This is not a good idea.” Katsuki growled, turning back to you, arms still caging you in.

“I’ll be fine.” You assured him, placing your hand on his arm briefly, before moving out of his hold and following Keigo outside.

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Forty-five minutes later you were in your shower, letting the hot water wash the day off of your shoulders. You were alone, exhausted, and a little too proud of yourself for successfully holding your ground. Keigo had wanted to get back together but you’d told him no. He’d hurt you too badly. He’d demanded to know if something was going on with you and Katsuki. You told him what you did was none of his damn business anymore. He had made sure of that. After your talk you were left more confident than before that you were over him but you’d just wanted to get out of there so you texted Katsuki and Mina and came home. You were going to have to do some serious groveling to Mina but that was a problem for tomorrow..

You were turning off the water when someone began pounding loudly on your front door. Wrapping a giant towel around yourself, you went to answer it. Confused as to who would be knocking on your door like they’d like to break it down, you pulled it open suddenly, blinking in surprise to find Katsuki standing there, fist flying uselessly through the air as he tried to keep banging on a door that was no longer there.

“Is something wrong??” You looked him over for an injury.

Katsuki glared at you. “I can’t believe you.”

“What?” You asked, confused. “Are you mad I left because-”

“Yes, I’m mad you left! That asshole completely shredded your heart and you still leave with him? Where the fuck is he? I’m going to kick his ass.” Katsuki pushed past you into your apartment and disappeared into your bedroom.

Wait. He thought you’d left with Keigo? You followed him. “Katsuki, no one else is here. Not that it’s any of your business, actually, but I told Keigo to leave me alone.”

“Not my business?” He asked, voice raising slightly. “Who has to hear about it every single time your shitty taste in men comes back to bite you in the ass? Who has spent a decade watching you choose wrong again and again?”

Ouch. Your chest hurt suddenly and you turned away from him. Katsuki had always been there for you and it had never occurred to you that he resented it. “Sorry, I’ll just keep my poor choices to myself from now on.” You tried to walk away but his hand shot out, grabbing your arm and stopping you.

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?” You turned to look at him, fighting tears.

“I’m saying choose better.” He pulled you closer seconds before his mouth crashed into yours.

The lighting you felt up your spine at the bar earlier returned, this time coursing through your entire body. You were frozen in shock, the last thing you’d ever expected was Katsuki to kiss you.

He pulled away suddenly and cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, you obviously aren’t interested in-”

You didn’t let him finish the sentence, pulling him back to you and kissing him this time. He kissed you back immediately, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you as close to him as you could get. His other hand, he brought up to cup your neck and you shivered at the feeling of his skin on yours. Your nipples hardened and you were suddenly very aware that the only thing you were wearing was a towel.

Katsuki’s mouth left yours and he trailed kisses down your jaw and to your neck, making you gasp. “Can I taste you? “ He asked suddenly and heat flared through you. “I’ve always wanted to know what you taste like.” His crimson eyes were dark with lust and you found yourself nodding. The sight of him dropping to his knees before you would be cemented into your brain until you died. He reached for the edge of the towel and tugged firmly, eyes drinking you in the moment it dropped away.

“Fuck” he whispered. His fingers brushed your skin, trailing up your legs almost reverently to grasp your legs and spread them. His lips touched your skin, kissing your inner thighs, before he turned his head and his tongue found your clit then snaked down to your entrance, lapping up the juices he found there then returning his attention to your clit until your legs shook and threatened to collapse. He pulled away, looking up into your eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

Katsuki got to his feet and kissed you so deeply, you could taste yourself on his tongue. He moved you both back a few steps and laid you down onto your bed before stepping back and removing his shirt. Your eyes drank in his muscles greedily and then he removed his pants. Your eyes dipped lower and widened at the sight of his cock. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips which were suddenly so so dry and Katsuki let out a low groan at the sight before he was back on top of you. His mouth was everywhere. On your mouth, your neck, then your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and biting lightly while his fingers push into you, stretching you around them. His thumb rubbed circles on your clit as you felt pressure building in your lower stomach until you snapped, cumming around his fingers.

He removed his fingers quickly replacing them with the head of his cock. He put his fingers into his mouth, licking your juices from them as he slowly pushed inside you.

“Fuck” he grunted, head dropping to rest on your shoulder when he bottomed out deep inside you.

“Please” you whined, grinding your hips, needing friction. Needing him to freaking move.

“Hold on, I- fuck- I need a second or this is gonna be over before it starts.” He let out a deep breath then finally pulled back, almost all of the way out of you and thrust back in. “God, you’re perfect. Just for me.” He fucked in and out of you, his cock hitting just the right spot every time. “So wet and tight for me.”

“Katsuki” you whined, feeling amazing but needing more. “Harder please.”

He let out a rough laugh and pulled out of you, drawing a cry of protest from you. “So needy for me, huh?” He flipped you over, pressing your back down into the mattress with one hand and pulling your hips up with the other. He slammed back into you, immediately setting the rough pace you’d desperately needed. “Answer me.”

You nodded, unable to form coherent words, not sure he’d have been able to hear you over the smacking of his hips on your ass every time he bottomed out inside you.

“Such a good girl for me. You’re sucking me in so good.” His chuckle turns into a moan as your orgasm hits you and your pussy clenches his cock, milking it. He falls forward, hands gripping your sheets as you cum around him and he fights to keep the same pace, to keep fucking you through your orgasm.

You dimly register sparks in the corner of your vision and the sound of Katsuki cursing, but can’t concentrate on anything except for the longest, most amazing orgasm of your life. It makes sense for you to see fireworks really. You slowly come down from your high and register the scorched handprints on your sheets and Katsuki pulling out to cum on your thighs.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I- shit.” He’s staring at your sheets in concern but you laugh, pulling him down next to you.

“Worth it.” You tell him, resting your head on his shoulder.

He smiled at you and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

“Should probably go ahead and get a few backup sets while you’re at it.” You teased.

“You think so?” He rolled over, nuzzling into your neck and nibbling at the skin there. “I suppose these are already ruined… We might as well take advantage.”

“Already?” You asked, laughing.

A knock at your door interrupted his reply and you exchanged a confused look.

“Maybe we were too loud?” You suggested but an annoyed knowing look had settled on Katsuki’s face.

He got to his feet, pulling on his boxers on the way to your door.

The sound of Keigo’s voice had you sitting up in surprise. You wrapped the sheet around you and made it to your bedroom door.

Keigo stood in the doorway to your apartment, staring at Katsuki in open mouthed outrage.

“She’s taken.” Katsuki snapped, slamming the door in Keigo’s face before he had time to respond.

Katsuki turned around, smirking when his eyes landed on you. “Now where were we?”

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Mini Matt gets drunk ~ Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: partying, alcohol, throwing up, underage drinking (don't do it!), being forced to drink underage, spiked drinks, protective!triplets, platonic pet names.

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It was supposed to be a normal party. One of your friends wanted to celebrate their following on TikTok by having a large party. You agreed to go, hoping to have a good time, however Nick, Matt and Chris didn't go as they didn't really know your friend. You understood and didn't force them to go, but how the party was going now, you really wished they were there.

The party started a couple hours ago and it was going well, until a few guys arrived with bottles of alcohol. Your friend knew these guys but you didn't and started to feel uncomfortable.

"Hey girl! Come join us!" Your friend shouted from the kitchen. You were in the living room, watching all the drunk people grind against each other.

You sighed and held your root beer tightly, as you walked into the kitchen, seeing the same guys with many shot glasses and cups set up.

"What's going on?" You asked.

"We're going to play a game and your joining!" Your friend cheered, pulling you over.

"I'm not drinking alcohol." You stated.

"Oh let loose!" She whined.

"I'm nineteen!" You exclaimed.

"Who cares!" One of the guys shouted.

You sighed and watched as they started playing a game, the alcohol quickly flowing. The small group then turned to you.

"Come on, just one shot!" Your friend shouted.

"Yeah don't be a pussy!" Another shouted.

You sighed as the group laughed and teased you. You could hear Matt's voice in the back of your head telling you not to do it, but when a shot glass was placed in your hand, replacing the root beer, you sighed again. You quickly downed the shot, making the group cheer and holler.

"See, that wasn't so bad!" Your friend screamed.

You shook your head and stood against the counter. One of the more quieter guys passed you another root beer. You gave him a small smile as you took a sip, not realising it was spiked.

Another hour went by with you sipping your root beer. You could tell it tasted different, but you brushed it off as a different brand. However, as the alcohol started to sink into your system, everything got kinda fuzzy.

"Hey! You okay?" Your friend called, seeing you swaying slightly.

"I'm great! But I want Nicky and Matty and Chrissy!" You slurred your words.

"Fuck. Where's your phone?" She asked, the guilt setting in quickly.

"Here dumbass!" You screamed, waving your phone around.

"Okay, let's get you outside and I'll call them." She said, gently guiding you outside.

You giggled as you stumbled around, your friend quickly calling Nick, who was already shouting at Matt to drive.

Ten minutes later, the familiar car pulled up, all three got out the car and rushed over to you.

"The fuck happen!" Chris shouted, seeing you pouting as you struggled with your shoes.

"I-I accidentally let her drink." Your friend lied.

"No! You, fuck! Didn't you forceeed me!" You exclaimed, ratting her out.

"It was one shot!" She shouted in defence.

"This root beer tastes funny!" You whined, waving the cup around.

Matt grabbed the cup from you gently and sniffed the drink, his nose scrunching up.

"It's spiked." He said.

"I'm so sorry." Your friend said.

"Maybe don't invite anyone underage if your planning on having alcohol." Nick said, the three of them gave her a disappointing look.

She sighed and apologised again as the guys helped you in the car, Matt driving home quickly.

"Nickkkkk." You whined, the boy next to you rubbing your back as you laid on him.

"Hmm, yes sweetheart?" He called.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled, your eyes closed.

"No bub, don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault." He said.

"I gave into pressure." You admitted.

"It's okay, petal, none of us are mad." Matt called from the front.

"Yeah, kid. We're worried about you." Chris added.

"Never drinking again." You muttered, making the trio laugh.

"Good." Nick said.

You all soon arrived home, Nick helping you out of the car, however as soon as you entered the house, you rushed to Matt's bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. The guys rushed to you, all looking at you with sympathy.

"Oh sweetheart." Matt cooed, rubbing your back as he held your hair.

"I'll get some water, Chris go grab a bowl with cool water and a face cloth." Nick instructed.

Chris nodded and rushed off as Nick went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. Matt continued rubbing your back, whispering to you gently.

"It's okay bub, we're here. Don't worry, let it all out." He said gently.

After you emptied your stomach, you sat back against Matt's legs. He rubbed your head, brushing any stray hairs out your face as Nick helped you drink some water and Chris patted the sweat off your forehead.

"Sorry." You whispered.

"Hey kid, we already told you, you don't have to be sorry." Chris said.

"Yeah, just relax okay." Nick said.

You nodded, your eyes closed as a headache started to set in. You knew you'd never probably drink again, unless it was a few years in the future.

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As Advertised

Had this tickling my fingers for a while now and needed to get it out of my system. I hope this fills a little bit of the hole for these two. I know I could use more cocky masc Cait, too.

Warnings: 18+. explicit sex. rpf.

1k CC x Nika

Caitlin opened the door to her apartment, beer in hand, wearing a white sports bra and light grey sweats. Hair pulled back in a mid loose ponytail. 

She had been friends with the former Husky for a couple years, seeing each other at various functions outside of the game and they messaged a little more regularly since their draft weekend NYC adventures. She would flirt a bit here and there but wasn’t upset when a comment didn’t really have its desired effect. 

Nika had been linked to the same guy for a few years but she knew they were open to doing their own thing while away as long as it was on the dl and that was exactly how Caitlin liked it. No commitments, no expectations. 

When Nika had accepted her invite to come over after their second game at the end of May they both knew what was on the table. What Caitlin hadn’t expected was to see the Croatian back in her pre game fit, short skirt, crop top that just barely covered anything and knee high boots with a heel that gave her the height advantage. 

“Damn girl. You really put that fit to work.” Caitlin let her eyes roam the length of Nika, licking her lips and biting her bottom one. “Can I get you anything? Beer or wine?” 

Nika took hold of the bottle that was in Caitlins hand and drained the rest of its contents. She handed it back with a smirk. “No thank you. I didn't come here for the drinks.” She let her own eyes take a long scan of the sight in front of her and she liked everything she saw. 

Hooking up had come up a few times and she was more than ready to let Caitlin try to fuck the good sense out of her. There were the occasional rumors that a few others had found themselves begging for and being on the receiving end of her strap, then leaving later that night thoroughly wrecked and fucked proper. 

“No?” Caitlin pulled her on court rival in close, the bottle had already been discarded on the table. “Why did you come?”

“I haven’t yet.” Nika’s eyes were blazing. She knew what the game was and she was ready to play. “But you’re going to do something about this?”

“You don’t mince words.” She leaned in as close as she could get without actually kissing Nika, her scent of strawberries and vanilla near intoxicating. “You're sure you want my cock?” 

xxx

“Damn you're the prettiest girl I ever did see sucking on my cock, taking me all the way down your throat.” 

" Does that line work on all the girls you try to get in bed?” Nika husked out between long licks. 

" Who says it's a line? “ Caitlin pulled her cock back from Nika’s mouth, running her thumb along her bottom lip, a line of spit being wiped away. “And if it was, looks like it worked on you." 

Nika had been on her knees taking the length of the strap with ease, she gagged once when Caitlin thrusted erratically from the way the base had rubbed her clit. She kept that knowledge for use a little later in the night. 

Nika's first orgasm came on Caitlin's tongue. She was on her back, legs spread wide, her clit suckled and both nipples tugged and twisted. 

"You're so fucking hot when you cum. You ready for my cock?” Caitlin was knelt between her legs, condom being slid slowly onto her length. She swiped one finger through drenched folds and was pleased to feel Nika buck up into her touch. " All this for me?”

It wasn't a question that needed to be answered. She knew it was and she was rewarded with a long low moan when she slid in to the hilt. Caitlin started out slow, a drawn out build up, one leg up over her shoulder. The sounds filling the room would have most people blushing but it only added to her cockiness. 

Having this European goddess matching her thrusts as they increased almost set her rhythm off. She leaned forward, wrapped both legs around her waist and plowed into Nika like it was a skills competition and she was out to win gold. 

She was quickly rewarded with a second orgasm. "Fuck! That's right.. who's pussy is this.. you gonna take more of this.” She couldn't keep from gloating just a bit.  

"So maybe you are as advertised.” Nika gasped out after her body was rocked to a second intense climax without her clit being stimulated this time. 

“There was doubt?” Caitlin growled out while taking in a couple deep breaths. She was a bit more winded than usual but had no plans on stopping until there was begging to do so. She hovered over the beauty, the tip of her dick bumping Nika's clit which caused it to press back against her own. The sensation threatening to push her over the edge a lot sooner than planned. 

“You just let me know when you've had enough, Mami." 

“Don't be silly, Cait. Now lie back so I can ride your cock. Let's see if you can keep up. "  Nika had Caitlin on her back in a flash leaving her slightly dazed. She straddled her, lined her entrance up with her cock and slid down so she was fully impaled. The action left Caitlin gasping again and the way the base nudged her clit again was obvious to the girl on top. 

Caitlin gripped tight to Nika's hips trying to control the movements. Everytime she slammed back down the fire inside her belly grew a little hotter. Every swirl of her hips had her closer to exploding. 

When her orgasm hit, Caitlin cursed through gritted teeth, hips stopped pumping and vision blurred. For a second she would have sworn this fake store bought dick was actually a real part of her. A true extension of her body. Even the tips of her fingers pulsed as she came down from a high she almost never achieved like this, especially at the hands of someone else. 

“You want to have Daddy status but can't keep going after you've cum?” Nika's eyes burned with renewed energy as she watched Caitlin blink back into focus. 

She knew there would be a quick recovery and she was positive whoever was in the apartment next door was in for a sleepless night. 

Round one had been a draw. Caitlin only stopping when it was time for her new obsession to leave. When their teams played each other again they planned to pick up exactly where they left off.

 Nika was more than willing to let her wreck her body any time she wanted. 

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🪡Chapter Fifteen: 8-ball

“You have to show me him!” Yuki exclaimed as you adjusted her outfit, making sure everything fit well. “Well, I could show you a picture, but he’s gonna come in right after you, so you could stay a minute extra.”

You two were referring to Megumi, as Yuki had always been one interested in starting conversation on people’s types. You were no exception. She told you that the reason she did it revealed a lot about the person without them knowing, you could see what she meant to an extent but really only she knew what she was talking about.

“Ooo, like how soon after me?” You looked at the time displayed on your phone, seeing the lock screen show the song you were quietly playing in the background for you and Yuki, as you guys were the only ones around. The numbers at the top read the time 5:50. “Like in ten minutes maybe, he said he’d be here around six.”

You backed up, asking Yuki to spin for you, seeing that everything seemed to fit well. “Does anything feel off?” “No, it’s perfect actually!”

“Great! Well that’s really all, you can go and change again, are you staying for a few?”

“Well I am curious, i’ll stick around with you for a bit.”

6:20, and Megumi was no where to be seen. “Is he running late?” Yuki asked leaning her back against the table while she sat down, facing you who was standing up, peaking out the window of the studio room to see if there was any sign of anyone walking in.

“I don’t know, he hasn’t answered the text I sent him.”

“He usually shows up on time?”

“Most of the time, there was just once where he showed up late, but that’s because of something that was happening.” You turned back to Yuki, checking your phone just once again to see if there was any sign from him. “Like how late?” You placed your phone down, sighing before answering “40 minutes..”

“Oh, wow.”

“He made up for it though!” You defended, “He took me out to dinner, it wasn’t really a date because his friend was there too, but still!” Yuki just hummed seeming amused in your story.

“Okay, i’ll wait another 10 minutes max with you then, but if he still hasn’t responded or shown up, we’re leaving.” You yawned in response, not feeling tired because it was late, but instead because this week had really exhausted you with class work. “Can’t we make it 15?”

“Listen, he’s already done something like this before, and you’re tired, just tell him not to show up and talk it out later, but if I was you i’d go and take the fattest nap ever first.”

Megumi sighed after finally finishing his project presentation for his Photo Seminar class. He really needed to try on this assignment, as his last one wasn’t the best. He didn’t fail, but he wasn’t anywhere near where he wanted or needed to be. Stressing over it he was glad to have finally finished his preparation, feeling a weight being lifted off him that is until he checked the time to be 6:38, then it was replaced with panic, remembering he had promised to meet you around six today. He looked for his phone, only to find it and see a text from you already saying you left 7 minutes ago.

Author’s Note: date with megumi officially planned🗣️‼️

tbh i think beer pong is my favorite imessage game

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Forced Popping - Male TF

Nick wasn't planning on actually popping Pulaski, it was just a bluff. Why would Nick ever plan around him wanting to be popped. Well of course he had to turn into a massive monster that could easily escape. Regardless, there was no reason to dwell on the past. Nick and his crew quickly pursued. They chased Pulaski as he jumped from building to building using his newfound strength. You'd think the fat would slow him down, but he's moving like no human should be able to.

With Pulaski's speed and agility, it didn't take long for him to escape. Nick felt guilty about his misstep, accidentally popping Pulaski and letting him escape. He decided to head home after a rough day and relax. He changed into a loose shirt and camo shorts before sitting on his couch. He forgot his sorrows while watching tv. He got so engrossed in it that he failed to notice the loud thumping coming from outside his home. The thumping became louder and louder until a loud crash shocked Nick off the couch. Something had crashed through his wall. Dust and insolation filled the air around Nick and clouded his vision. Suddenly, a large mass rammed into him. It was Pulaski. Nick felt his body sink into soft fat before it bounced back like an elastic, sending him flying across the room. He slowly managed to pick himself up off the ground, his head ringing.

"We've got some unfinished business, my friend." A voice in a southern accent rung out from the thick dust filled air.

Pulaski appeared in front of Nick. He held up that same box of powder that popped him. "It seems ya forgot this. Let me do ya a favor and return for ya."

Nick realized he left the box in the freezer, he must have gone back for it afterwards. He tries to think of a way to escape, but before he could make a move, Pulaski shoved him against the wall.

"Open up!" He said with a devilish chuckle as he forced a handful of the powder into Nick's face. Nick tried to hold his breath, but it was only delaying the inevitable. Pulaski used one hand to cover Nick's mouth and the other to push the powder up his nose. And with his large body pressing Nick into the wall, there was no escape. Nick held his breath for as long as he could, the thought of ending up like Pulaski scared him enough to hold it longer. But the time eventually came that he took a deep breath in through his nose. All the powder that was in Pulaski's hand was now in Nick's system. He coughed violently, sending fumes of white powder out of his mouth.

"Now you'll be just like me." Pulaski whispered in Nick's ear, letting out another chuckle.

It didn't take long for Nick's body to start growing. His shirt became more of a crop top and his shorts seemed to shorten as he grew taller. He must have already been two feet taller than before. Fat piled into his stomach, riding up his shirt even more. His once flat stomach quickly became a beer belly, then a large ball belly, then an obese paunch. His massive gut sagged under its own weight, hanging well over his waist line. His love handles also spilled over the waist of his shorts, spreading all the way to his back. His shirt continued to ride up his chest as his pecs began to grow as well. They softened into tits bigger than any woman he knew, and continued to grow past that. They grew to the point of resting on his belly, becoming so large that they sagged under his arms. His arms and legs got covered in a thick layer of pudge, but Nick could also feel the power rushing through them. He felt his legs thicken to hold his immense weight, and his arms grow strong enough to lift a car. He could even feel his hands and feet growing to match his obese body. Finally his face began to change. His pretty face became almost unrecognizable as fat piled into it. His jawline disappeared into soft rolls of fat and he grew a double chin that drooped down to his chest. His nose widened a bit and his cheeks puffed out. Light stubble grew over his fattened face, finalising his popping.

Nick stood there for a moment, in shock. He grabbed his massive gut as his drooped under its own weight. He rubbed his massive nipple and cupped his soft moobs. He tried reaching his crotch, but he would never be able to again. He grabbed the sagging fat on his ass, only being held up by his tight shorts.

Pulaski let out a loud laugh. "You turned out nicely." He gave Nick's belly a firm slap. "Your partner is next. What was his name? Roy I believe. Can't wait to see how he turns out." Pulaski continues laughing as he runs out through the hole in the wall.

Nick makes his way to his bedroom, making sure to duck through the door ways. He sits on his bed and looks at himself in the mirror. He wants to think it's really bad, but he can feel his dick start to poke into the underside of his belly. Maybe it's not so bad after all.

[itsnevercasual]

RISK PART II

pairing: mafia!harry styles x singer!reader

summary: Harry is in town for some.. less than legal business, and you're a local singer trying to get your foot in the door, and also planning your wedding. And maybe Harry is a little too interested in you.

warnings: cursing, mentions of death, i think that’s it??

-

At the end of the show, the band disappeared from the stage, and Niall and Harry busied themselves at the bar.

Jodie was the first one to come out.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted Niall with a grin, going up to press their lips together. “Hey, H. Enjoy the show?”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded. “You guys were.. good. Didn’t know you could sing.”

“Oh, trust me, neither did I. It was Y/N’s idea to get me to do it. She’s been singing since she could talk. She’s pretty fucking good, too.”

“Yeah, first time we met Jodie wanted her to do karaoke and she kept saying she ‘wasn’t good’. Then fuckin’ busted out some Taylor Swift song like it was nothing. Speaking of, where is she?”

“Oh, she’s still in the back. She said she’d be out in a minute, she just needed a sec.”

Niall’s brows furrowed, “She good?”

“I think so. She didn’t seem off. But I think she knows Connor didn’t show and y’know how she gets.”

Niall’s eyes rolled at the mention of his friend’s fiancé.

“You don’t seem to like him much,” Harry commented.

“I don’t.”

“Why’s he so bad?”

“He’s jus’ an asshole to her sometimes. And usually, Y/N’s the first person to bite your head off about being a bitch to her. But whenever Connor does it, she just…”

Jodie finished for him, “She lets him. Plus, he’s super controlling. He wants her to quit the band once they get married so she can, like, be a housewife. And that’s literally her worst nightmare, he just doesn’t give a shit.”

“Yeah,” Niall nodded. “And the reason we moved in with them is ‘cause a few years ago—“

“Ni. Shut up. Y/N would be pissed if she found out we told someone. It’s bad enough as is.”

“Right. Sorry.”

Harry eyed them suspiciously, “What’d he do to her?”

“.. If Y/N wants to tell you, she will. But don’t bring it up or push it,” Jodie explained. “She’s normally pretty… unbothered, I guess. But she just.. is sensitive sometimes. And do not, under any circumstances, point out Connor not showing up tonight whenever she gets here.”

“Yeah, so switch the conversation. She’s comin’ over,” Niall rushed out.

“Uh… so, what’d you think about the show!” Jodie exclaimed, overly loud as you appeared behind her, grabbing her shoulders.

“Hello my favorite slut,” you greet Jodie.

“Aw, hello, my whore.”

You grin at her.

“What about me?” Niall pouted.

“You’re our favorite whore. But only for Jodie,” you shrug. Niall smiles as if he actually cares.

“Uh.. Y/N, this is Harry. Harry, Y/N.”

“Oh, yeah. We, uh.. met this morning. He scared the shit out of me.”

Harry gave a half smile and raised his brows.

Niall laughed, “‘Course he did. He’s nice, I promise. He doesn’t bite.”

“.. I’d hope not?”

“It was a joke, asshole.”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t funny. Asshole,” you mock him.

You can see Harry laughing out of the corner of your eye and it makes you smile, just a bit.

Harry takes a bite of the food they’d apparently ordered, “Who writes them?”

“What?” you ask, hoisting yourself up into the barstool next to him. You ask the bartender for a beer.

“The songs. Who writes them.”

“Oh,” you nod. Hesitate. He notices. Watches.

“Well, that answer definitely clears things up.”

“No. Sorry— I… I write them.”

“She just gets embarrassed ‘cause she thinks they suck,” Niall interrupts your awkward conversation.

“Which they don’t,” Jodie also interrupts.

You roll your eyes at them, “Thank you, peanut gallery.”

“So, what’re they all about?”

You were, honestly, surprised he was even looking in your direction. Whenever a stranger talked to him, he seemed exceptionally uninterested. When you talked, he was practically staring into your soul.

“Uh.. just… life, I guess?” you shrug with a laugh. You didn’t exactly wanna specify the fact that half of the breakup songs were about the man you were about to marry, and they were all recently written.

He shrugs, and it seems like answer enough for him. For now. It’s enough to hold him over until he gets curious again.

The bartender hands you the beer, and you give a grateful smile.

“You didn’t strike me as a beer girl.”

“Yeah, well… I’m full of surprises.”

You cringe as you say it.

“That was not as cool as you thought it was,” he laughs.

“Yeah, I realized as I said it.”

He opens his mouth, but is cut off by your phone ringing loudly on the bar top.

“Sorry,” you give an apologetic smile as you flip your phone over. You contemplate smashing your head against the bar as you read the contact information.

Connor❤️

“Of fucking course,” you roll your eyes, swiping to answer the call, “gimme a sec.” You give Niall and Jodie a signal before walking towards the front of the bar. You step outside as you speak, “Hello?”

“Y/N, where are you?”

“I told you, I’m at a gig. You said you were coming. Where are you?”

“I’m at home. I don’t wanna go to another dumb gig.”

“I— first of all, that’s rude. Don’t speak to me like that. Second of all, do you think I want to sit around and watch you compete fucking video games? No. But I do.”

“I don’t care—“

“Yeah, clearly.”

“You just need to be home soon.”

You scoff, “Yeah, okay, dad. No. I’m with Jodie and Ni and their friend. You’ll be fine at home without me. Or— and this is just a thought, so hear me out — you could’ve shown up and hung out with us.”

“You’re always at some stupid gig! When do we ever spend time together?”

You sigh, “I try to spend time with you, babe. You’re always on your phone or playing games. You always say you wanna spend time with me when I have a gig, but when we’re both free.. you wanna be anywhere but around me.”

“That isn’t true.”

“Okay, but that’s what it feels like. And.. I mean, it hurts my feelings. We’re getting married, and you can’t even be in a room with me for ten minutes?”

“That isn’t true—“

“It is, though. And yeah, maybe some of it is my fault. I do have a lot of gigs, but we’re finally getting noticed! It’s exciting, and I— I wanna share that with you, but you don’t really care.”

“You’re making this into something bigger than it needs to be.”

“Then stop fucking calling me when you skip my gigs and interrogate me!” you snap. “Just— don’t fucking call me, or talk to me, unless you want to do it without belittling and invalidating me. Bye.”

You scoffed as you hung up. You have to repeat your mantra to yourself as you inhale. I love him, I love him. We’re getting married. He’s just moody sometimes.

-

You walked back up to the bar, feeling a lot better than you had before. Jodie grinned as you approached, wrapping an arm around you.

“Hey, sexy! Where’d you run off to?” she asked.

“Asshole of the Month called,” you rolled your eyes.

“Remind me why we’re marrying him if we call him Asshole of the Month?” Niall asked.

“Okay, first of all, we aren’t marrying him. I am. Second of all.. shut up. He’s sweet most of the time.”

Jodie gave you a deadpan look.

“… Sometimes.”

…

“Okay, barely. But when we’re alone, he’s sweet, I swear! He’s just moody sometimes.”

Jodie shrugged, “We’re not judging you, babe. Just want you to be careful. We don’t want another—“ her eyes flicked to Harry, “uh… situation.. to happen, y’know?”

You look to him as well, before looking back again Jodie, “I know, and I appreciate it. But seriously, I can handle myself. I promise.”

“M’kay. Now, go sit down and get shitfaced!”

“Sir, yes, sir!” you jokingly salute her before resuming your position next to Harry.

“She hath returned,” he joked.

“I hath,” you grin before wincing.

“That was awful.”

“I’m aware. Don’t talk about it.”

“Never even happened,” he grinned.

“See? I knew I liked you,” you smiled, turning to the bartender, “can we get a round of shots, please? Thank you!”

“Phone call that bad, huh?”

“No,” you respond quickly. Too quickly. He doesn’t believe you, and it’s obvious. “No,” you repeat. “It’s just… he gets mad over things that aren’t even happening, and won’t let me explain myself. It’s just.. annoying.”

“That sounds annoying. You should punch him.”

You laugh at the absurdity of his words, “What? No. No! What? No.”

He shrugs, “Your loss.”

“… Are you— should I call the police?”

“I’m joking, babe, relax.”

“… You aren’t very.. how do I say.. good at it.”

“Gee, thanks,” he rolls his eyes.

“You just told me to punch my fiancé!” you exclaim.

He just grins at you, taking a sip of his drink. There’s a lull in the conversation, but it isn’t awkward.

“What’s the tattoo for?” he suddenly asks.

“Hm?” you hum, turning your gaze back to him.

“The tattoo. On your wrist.”

You glance down. “Oh. It’s for my older brother. It’s.. uh.. his birthday in Roman numerals.”

“.. Why the angel wings?”

You hesitate. You debate whether you wanna make it awkward.

“I mean… I’d assume it’s obvious, but.. he died. A few years ago. I was seventeen.”

“.. Oh.”

You fold your lips into a line and glance away, “Yep.”

The silence is awkward now.

“.. The weather is crazy—“

“Yeah! I mean—“

-

When the night came to an end, you and Jodie clambered into the Uber driver’s car. Niall and Harry, however, hovered outside.

“Hey,” Niall said, grabbing Harry’s arm to prevent him from walking away.

Harry turned, a confused look on his face.

“I just.. wanna say thank you.”

“… For?”

“What’d you think I was gonna do?” Harry laughed, “Threaten her with a gun?”

Niall sighed, “For being nice to Y/N tonight. She gets.. really upset when Connor doesn’t show, and she normally just ends up leaving straight after. Bur.. she seemed like she was having a nice time with you. So.. thanks.”

“I mean… yeah. You’re not exactly nice. So.. thanks.”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah. Sure. She’s.. sweet.”

“Yeah. Which is surprising, ‘cause—“ Niall stops, like he wasn’t supposed to say that.

“.. It’s surprising because what?”

“Nothing. Nothing,” he rushes out. “I just.. Look, I don’t wanna say anything, because she hates when people know, but.. she’s just been dealt a shitty hand in life. Like… your life, plus my life.. hers is still probably shittier.”

“Ni, what the fuck happened to her brother?” Harry asks.

“I.. how do you—“

“You told me, dipshit. And she has a tattoo for him.”

“.. Right,” he nods. “Forgot about that. I.. H, seriously, I can’t say. She hates when people know about.. the shit that’s happened. Like. Hates it.”

“Why? It can’t be that bad—“

“The same way you hate people being sympathetic, she hates pity. She doesn’t want people to be nice out of pity. She doesn’t want to get gigs out of pity. Seriously, I got her ice cream on her brother’s birthday and I almost died. She’s scary.”

Harry rolls his eyes, “She’s, like, the nicest person on Earth.”

“Until she’s mad! Seriously, wait ‘til you hear her and Connor fighting. She’s, like, female Gordon Ramsey.”

“.. What the f—“

“‘Ey, Ni, babe—“ Jodie shouts from inside the car. “Get in the fucking Uber before we ditch your asses!”

“Jodie!” you shriek with laughter. “Be nice!”

“Someone’s gonna call the fuckin’ cops! They look like they’re plotting murder!”

You tilt your head as you stare at them. “Oh.. yeah, nope, I see it. Get in the car, fuckers!”

-

When the Uber dropped the four of you off, Harry went to the guest bedroom and pulls out his laptop.

Would Niall kill him for what he was about to do? Probably. Was it a huge invasion of your privacy? Yes. Did he care? …. Unclear.

He opened up google and typed into the search bar.

Y/N L/N Brother.

God, Niall was gonna kill him if he found out about this.

-

a/n: sorry if this sucks i have a migraine & the whole thing deleted. so.

[typologyastro]

Mbti & Astro Observations (5)

They're my personal observations, so take it with a grain of salt.

🪐 Saturn in the 1st house may have an awkward body or the way they lay, sit, stand, walk, etc. is awkward. It's hard for them to relax their body. Their firm body reminds me of a group of soldiers marching in the military.

🦂 Scorpio Moons like to show their expressions as if they're subtly unhinged. You may find their expressions strange and be confused if they're bad or normal by their expressions. But you're attracted to them because anything unknown unconsciously draw people in.

🌑 Pluto influence may make someone have a strong jaw. Or they may look like they hold their anger in like they hold their teeth tightly when someone upset them makes the end of their lips downwards. I think they do feel like that commonly. I associate Pluto with Ni and Fi. I found some dominant Fi users have this feature.

Ex: Aubrey Plaza (ISFP), Jenna Ortega (INFP), Blackpink's Jennie (ISFP)

🩷 Venus in the 1st house, Libra Rising or Libra Moon may exhibit strong Fe traits. Libra Moon eyes are average-sized and give a pretty, charming, and gentle look.

Ex: Beyoncé (Libra Rising, Venus in the 1st house, ESFJ), Mehgan Markle (Libra Moon, ENFJ), Selena Gomez (Venus in the 1st house, ISFJ), Arianna Grande (Libra Moon, ESFJ), Twice's Mina (Libra Moon, INFJ), Madison Beer (Libra Moon, ENFJ), Olivia Rodrigo (Venus in the 1st house, Libra Moon, ESFJ), Jennifer Aniston (Libra Rising, ESFJ), Harry Styles (Libra Rising, Libra Moon, ENFJ), Angelina Jolie (Venus in the 1st house, ESTP)

🌙 Also, people who have strong Cancer placements, especially Cancer Moon and Sun, Moon Conjunction Midheaven, or in the 10th house may exhibit strong Fe traits.

Ex: Prince William (Cancer Sun, Cancer Moon, ISFJ), Kate Middleton (Cancer Moon, ISFJ), Meghan Markle (Cancer Sun, Cancer Rising, ENFJ), Taylor Swift (Cancer Moon, ESFJ), Selena Gomez (Cancer Sun, Moon Conjunction Midheaven, ISFJ), Jennifer Aniston (Cancer Midheaven, ESFJ), Angelina Jolie (Cancer Rising, ESTP), Arianna Grande (Cancer Sun, ESFJ), Olivia Rodrigo (Moon Conjunction Midheaven, ESFJ), Twice's Dahyun (Cancer Moon, ESFJ), Aespa's Karina (Cancer Moon, ESFJ)

🌹 Some suspect Blackpink's Rosé to be a Libra Rising and Cancer Midheaven. Coincidentally, she's an ESFJ.

🌓 Sun trine Pluto are passionate people and influential leaders. They love what they do and are the masters of what they love. Everything they achieve seem legendary because they follow their true path. Everything falls into place when you follow your dream. They may have Fi and Ni in their stack. Both Fi and Ni are passionate about what they love.

Ex: Suga (INTJ), Blackpink's Lisa (ESFP)

🌫 Easy aspects (trine, sextile) try their best not to sound like they attack someone in the way they talk, act, etc. They look like someone who gives advice because they genuinely want to help people to be better. They probably got compliments about the traits belonging to those aspects from people in the past. They give off a peaceful and gentle vibe even with Mars, Saturn, and Pluto soft aspects.

🪨 Hard aspects (opposite, square) always talk and act like they attack someone, and someone attacks them. They likely experienced people with the traits belonging to those aspects attacking them in the past. They feel everyone come at them. You think they attack you, but they probably attack their imaginating ghost in the past. They may still be as true as the ones with easy aspects but sound harsher.

🔥 Mars in the 1st house or Aries Rising just looks hot. Their eyes are sharp, pointed upwards, and fierce-looking. They may likely be the sensing types, especially dominant/auxiliary Se users since Mars rules the bodies.

Ex: Kris Jenner (Mars in the 1st house, ESTJ), Rihanna (Aries Rising, ISFP), Megan Fox (Mars in the 1st house, ISTP), Kendall Jenner (Aries Rising, ISTJ)

[ziggyevenstar]

me n my walking green forest

🌱 sinundo namin sya sa kanila and then his parents gave us champagne hahaha. usap pa sina ate ko pati parents nya, super okay talaga sa families.

🌱 we rented an atv. dalawa lang yung gumagana so in demand sila dami nakapila, nag isa nalang kami. he was driving at first and i was just there drinking wine and enjoying the ride tapos bigla ako pinagdrive nya. buti nalang kase mas nagenjoy ako :)))) hanggang matapos time ako na pinagdrive nya kase tuwang tuwa daw ako hahhaa

🌱 after atv, nagswimming kami. super bitin, i wish we had more time. pero kase by this time i finished my bottle of wine na sa pool and baka need na namin mag grill kase nauna na minutes ago pa sina ate ko baka gutom na sila. eh si jerrel mag ggrill

🌱 nag grill siyaaaa!!! andun lang ako hintay hintay. inom inom ng beer. paypay ng charcoal ganon. nagbonfire din kame and then nagsmores kami hehehehe. super funnnnn🥹

🌱 tabi kami natulog hehehehe. kinuha ko lahat ng kumot apparently. super comfy magsleep together. pero siguro dahil na din sa tent na may beds na naka aircon pa hahahah

🌱 morning nag eat kami tapos nuod kami bridgerton ni jerrel sa bed, kumakain ng cup noodles hahaha. aaaaaaaah gusto ko ganito everydayyyy

🌱 pauwi si ate kona nagdrive tapos sleep lang ako sa lap ni jerrel. yun lang. bow

[03junkie]

prompt: night || @rosekillermicrofic || word count: 717 || I rec listening to ‘nights like this’ by the kid laroi

The room is dark, the only light being the shitty bulb on the brink of burning out in the living room. Evan is silent when removing his jacket and setting it on the couch that he knew was in the corner of the room. He ran rough fingers through his hair, raking out the pomade that seemed to glue his hair together. He didn’t want to be loud in case Barty was asleep, which he most likely wasn’t. He grabbed a beer from their fridge, tossing the bottle cap onto the counter.

His bedroom is cold (just how he liked it) and the lights were turned to red. He stripped off his sweaty tee, tossing it onto the floor. His bed looked especially inviting today, after a long day dealing with the sermon-esque teachings of his fathers. The gold cross chain was cold against his clavicle; it was a piece of his roots, and a reminder of what he wasn’t allowed to do. It didn’t really stop him from doing what he wished to, but it brought along an insane guilt that didn’t cease to exist.

He heaves a deep breath, falling backwards onto the duvet, head hitting the pillow. He’s tired, but not particularly sleepy as yet. It was always exhausting to be around his father, with his ideologies that seemed to remain stagnant even when the world moved on. If only the man knew half the things that were happening in the Rosier bloodline. He drank a sip from his bottle awkwardly, setting it down on the floor after he was done.

His door creaked open, revealing Barty, who entered the room. He settled himself in Evan’s duvet, lighting a cigarette. His head rested against the wall, eyes shut as smoke poured out of his mouth. His green-black hair appeared wholly black in the red light, an almost similar shade to his eyes. Barty offered the cigarette to Evan who accepted it. He inhaled, long and deep. He looked up at Barty, whose eyes were now open. He was looking at Evan, who blew out smoke into the atmosphere of his room.

‘Tough day?’ He asked, taking the cigarette back.

‘Is it that obvious?’ Barty smiled, a small, personal thing.

‘No. The cross is visible today, is all. It’s almost never on display.’ Barty was pointing to Evan’s chest with the cigarette, dropping ash onto his bed.

‘Not everyday I get to bask in the glory of a backwards-thinking father.’ Evan huffed a laugh, though it sounded strangely strangled.

‘You want me to do something for you?’ Evan looked at Barty, who appeared to be upside-down from his perspective.

‘Nah, all I need is to get out of these jeans.’

Evan stood up, stalking to his closet to get a pair of sweatpants. His bottle of beer was forgotten on the floor, creating a puddle of condensation. He stepped out of his denims, leaving them where they were. When he returned to his original position on the bed, he noticed that Barty had a dazed look in his eyes.

‘What?’ He asked, opting to seat himself closer to Barty. He pulled the covers over his legs.

‘Have you ever desired something so much that it could be considered a form of worship?’ Evan laughed. ‘It was a serious question, Ev.’

‘I don’t think,’ Barty gnawed on his bottom lip.

‘You must have something. Anything that you would lay your life down for.’ Evan thought long and hard, eyes transfixed on Barty.

‘I really doubt I’ve ever wanted anything that bad. Maybe, like, a dream car when I was 16.’ Barty’s expression neutralised, like someone put out a candle that's burning inside him. He took a drag of his cigarette, sinking his head deeper into the pillow.

They were both facing each other, a layer of smoke separating them. Barty was staring at a spot on Evan’s chest. He reached out to touch the cross that had now fallen askew. He put his fingers around it, which grazed Evan’s collarbone. His knuckles were white around the pendant, and Evan had to pry his fingers off so he wouldn’t hurt himself. There were deep indents of the corners of the cross in Barty’s palm.

‘Nights like this make me wish that I was the object of your worship.’

[olee]

My Bad | Simón Hempe

*English with Spanglish dialogues

A Toxic Ex?

~

You had been in a committed relationship with Simón for over two years. Both of you shared a beautiful bond and cherished each other's company. You had never imagined that things would change so drastically until one day when Simón arrived at your apartment in Buenos Aires, all drunk and disoriented. He seemed in a different state of mind and told you he wanted to end things with you. The words he used were harsh, and his tone was bitter. He said, “Mirá, no quiero saber nada de vos, ¿entendiste? No tengo ganas de bancarme tus quilombos ni tus historias. Chau y que te vaya bien, pero lejos, ¿eh?” which meant he didn't want to have anything to do with you. The sudden change in his behavior left you shocked and devastated. You tried to reason with him, but he seemed determined to end the relationship, leaving you wondering what went wrong.

The events of that night are still fresh in your mind. Simón, your partner, took all his belongings and left you alone in your apartment without any explanation. You were left feeling confused and hurt, wondering what could have gone wrong. The morning had started off perfectly, as Simón had made you coffee, played some bachata music, and danced with you, beaming with joy. He had recently landed a role in the movie "Society of the Snow," and his excitement was palpable. So, when he arrived late at night, drunk, and abruptly announced that he wanted to break up without any discussion, it was a shock. You couldn't help but wonder what had suddenly made him change his mind.

It's been a year and a half since you parted ways with Simón. In that time, you've made some significant changes to your life. You decided to move to Barcelona, a city that has always fascinated you, and you have not regretted it. You've made some great friends, but you've also had some tough times with the guys you dated. Despite the ups and downs of your love life, you have found a sense of belonging in the neighborhood of El Poble-sec. You live with two roommates, Mateo and Laura, who are both passionate about politics and literature, which you find equally interesting.

You're currently working as a librarian while pursuing a graduate degree in literature. Writing has always been your passion, and you've been writing poetry for as long as you can remember. However, you've found it challenging to find inspiration since moving to Barcelona. You miss Simón's encouragement; he always believed you had the potential to be a writer. Nevertheless, you are determined to keep writing, and you hope that one day, you'll find your way back to the page with renewed inspiration and creativity.

It was a Friday night in Barcelona, and after a long day of studying, your roommates invited you to a hidden bar. Despite feeling tired, you couldn't resist the temptation of a night out with your friends. As the clock struck 11:30 pm, you headed to the bar, ready for a night of partying in the vibrant city. Upon arriving at the bar, you found your roommates engaged in a deep conversation in Catalán about independence. It was clear that they had already indulged in some drinks, as discussing politics in Catalonia was a topic that required a certain level of inebriation.

You sat next to them, feeling the excitement of the night ahead. You ordered a refreshing Estrella Galicia beer and listened intently to their conversation, taking in the ambiance of the hidden and chill bar. The dim lighting and eclectic decor added to the overall mood, making for a perfect start to your weekend.

As you had already consumed a few beers, your roommate invited you to a club. Of course, in your inebriated state, you enthusiastically agreed. As the group stumbled in zigzags toward the exit of the hidden bar, they encountered a set of stairs leading out of the building. Due to your intoxicated condition, you nearly tumbled down the stairs, but a sudden, firm grip on your arm prevented a fall. Initially thought it was your roommate, Mateo, but the blurred vision made it difficult to confirm.

Anxiety washed over you until a familiar voice spoke, saying, "Necesitás tomar agua. No estás bien, se te nota. Dejá de joder y andá a agarrar una botella, que te va a hacer bien. ¿Querés que te la alcance o te movés vos sola?" Your response was, "Che, andá a cagar, me la banco sola, ¿entendiste? No necesito tu ayuda, así que haceme el favor y tomá el camino. ¡Chau!"

However, as you attempted to move on, you stumbled, and the person supporting you tightened their grip. He said, “Che, (tu nombre), vení, yo te llevo al mercado por un agua y después te acerco a casa.”

“Boludo! No sé quién eres, obvio que no iré," you retorted. However, he responded in a worried tone, "Soy Simón, obvio que sabes quién soy." You then replied, “Simón... (in your broken English you tell him) Simón is DEAD.”

He continued to ignore your insults, while you persistently hurled a barrage of offensive words at Simón, declaring him an idiot and emphasizing that he was undeniably dead. Despite your verbal assault, Simón looked at you with concern, as if he believed he had done something wrong and genuinely wanted to help you.

As Simón buys you a bottle of water with a painkiller, you're seated outside on a bench waiting for him. He arrives and sits next to you, saying, “Tomá, esto te va a ayudar.” You look at him and say, “Nunca pensé volver a cruzarme con vos. Te re mil odio. Me dejaste plantado y ni una explicación. Cada día me siento peor, pensando que hice algo mal, y sé que estoy hablando con un fantasma, pero—” he interrupts you and says, “No es tu culpa. Yo soy el boludo. Unos amigos, o mejor dicho, unos forros, me dijeron que estabas con alguien más y la verdad es que no sé por qué les di bola. Hasta al día siguiente, me di cuenta de la cagada que me mandé.”

As you inquire about why he didn't reach out the next day, Simón takes a deep breath and begins, "Look, I wanted to talk to you, but I realized I couldn't. I tried messaging you, calling you, but you had blocked me on everything."

You squint at him, a mixture of disbelief and frustration on your face. "Blocked you? Yeah, well, you disappeared without a word!"

Simón nods solemnly, "I know, and I'm sorry. I messed up big time. I was stupid to believe what others said without checking with you first."

You scoff, "Stupid is an understatement, Simón. You ghosted me without any explanation. I felt like I did something wrong."

He looks genuinely remorseful, "And that's on me. I should've trusted you, and I should've communicated. I'm really sorry, (Y/N)."

You roll your eyes, still holding onto your anger, "Sorry doesn't change what happened. Why should I believe you now?"

Simón takes a moment before responding, "You don't have to believe me, but I want you to know I regret it. I've been kicking myself every day since. I was a fool, and I'm sincerely sorry for hurting you."

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Part 2? 👀