#now why the fuck is the syncing fine here but when i put it on dropbox it's fucked up. HELP

[werewolfbarista]

had a gas leak in my apartment so i did this at a fwiend's place 👍

[satoruan]

THINK I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABY w/Jujutsu Kaisen

( TW ) f!Reader, Breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie, cum inflation, hair pulling, sex toys, overstimulation, stepdad!Toji, daddy kink, overstimulation

Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru & Choso Kamo

authors note: repost bc tumblr took it down for no reason...

☾ GOJO SATORU

“Fuck Love, you’re sucking me so good.” Satoru groans, struggling to not crash the car. During dinner, you two kept passing each other such heated looks that even your friends commented on the tension. Earlier today, you got a notification from your health app that you were ovulating. Satoru jumped on you as soon you told him, he wanted to stay in all day and fuck, but your guys’ friends blew up his phone reminding him of the promises you both made to them. After dinner you couldn't keep your hands off each other, you were desperate for his cum and Satoru was desperate to breed you. “Don’t cum ‘Toru.” You warn before sticking his cock back in your mouth. “Can’t help it Love, mouth too fuckin’ good,” he says, sighing in relief when he pulls onto your street, clicking the button in his car that opens the garage. He barely has the chance to take the keys out of the ignition before you pull him out of the car. “Don’t have time to make it up to the bed, just fuck me right here.” You demand, leaning over the car and presenting Satoru with your ass. Satoru pulls your dress up and shoves his cock into your pussy. He reaches over your hip to stimulate your clit. “‘Toru, just cum in me, I don't care ‘bout gettin’ off.” You move your ass in perfect sync with his hips. “You sure Love–” “Breed me ‘Toru!” You moan, feeling his cum fill you up. You drop your head to the still-warm hood of the car, finally able to catch your breath now that his load was deep in your cunt. “C’mon Love, let's finish this in the bedroom.” 

☾ TOJI FUSHIGURO  

You peak over the corner of the hallway, winking at Toji who was busy talking to your mother. ‘Come fuck me.’ Your mouth once you catch his attention before running back up the stairs, careful not to make any noises. You told your mom that you weren't feeling well, that during the drive back from college you must’ve caught something. In all honestly, you just wanted a chance to freely fuck your stepdad without your mother coming in and out of your room. Specifically, you wanted to be bred by him, and the best way to keep his cum in you was to use several pillows and put them under your ass so his cum didn’t spill out, hence why you didn't want your mom to barge into your room. Thank God she's a germaphobe. You strip out the Pj set you threw on and lay yourself face down, ass up. Your stepdad’s favorite position. As expected, you hear your stepdad softly shut the door a few minutes later. “Desperate now, are we?” He grips your hips. “Always desperate for you Daddy.” you mumble into the bed. “Huh,” he slaps your ass before pulling you up by the hair. “Didn’t hear you slut.” “Said ‘m always desperate for you Daddy, even prepared myself with the dildo you bought me.” You whimper. “Such a good girl,” He pulls his hard cock out of his slacks, gives it a few tugs before stuffing your cunt to the brim. “Now take this dick slut.” He pushes your head down into your lilac duvet. You try and fail to be silent when his dick hits that special spot every time he goes deep enough. “You okay in there, y/n?” You hear your mother's muffled voice through the door. You clench down on your daddy's dick in surprise, causing him to fuck you faster. “Y/n?” “Y-yes mom, I'm fine, just go away p-please.” You gasp out, throwing your head back into the bed in ecstasy when you hear her mumble and walk away. “Daddy, 'm cumming! Cum with me!” You whisper-yell. “Gonna fill this pussy, get you so full of my seed you can never leave this house again.” He grunts, slamming into you at a bruising pace. “Yes, please Daddy, fill me up!” You orgasm and Toji follows suit, filling you with so much cum it spills out.  

☾ GETO SUGURU 

“I'm so full Sugu.” You mumble, dazed. You fight the urge to close your eyes and fall back into Suguru’s big, warm chest. “Wake up sweet girl. ‘M not done yet.” He mumbles into your sweaty neck. “B-but Sugu–” “Shush Lovebug, one more time.” Suguru looks over your shoulder to see where you two are connected. He plugged you up good, but after so many loads a trickle of his cum slowly travels down his almost empty balls. “O-one more.” You grab his chin and kiss him sweetly. He rubs your noses together before grabbing your hips and moving you down the shaft of his cock. He pays close attention to not pull you over the tip of his cock. You hold onto your stomach, feeling it protrude slightly more than normal, Sugu’s cock and cum inflating you. You feel like a cum filled, flesh light as Sugu moves you to his liking. It’s hard to believe he has more cum in him. “Fuck Lovebug, you feel so warm and tight.” He mummers, giving you a few more neck kisses. You lean closer into him. Right now, you want to live in his skin. “Love you Sugu, can’t wait ta have your baby.” “I Love you too, can’t wait to see you carryin’ my child.” He grips your hips tighter at the thought.  “‘bout to fuck another load into you sweet girl, you wan’ it?” “Yes please, more than anything.” You rest your head back into his shoulder. He shrugs at your head until your mouth is close enough to kiss. He slams your hips down and cums as you two make out and whisper sweet nothings. 

☾ CHOSO KAMO

“Again, Baby.” Choso holds the vibrator to your clit. You arch your back and forget the fact that you have nipple clamps on. You scream when the clamps move. Your entire body is sensitive, Choso came up with the idea to simulate you to the max when you said you wanted to have his baby, that you wanted him to breed to and fill you to the brim with his cum. You readily agreed to his idea because you knew that the more orgasms you had the better chance you had to get pregnant, something about the virginal walls relaxing when women orgasm. Now though, you’re regretting it. Choso’s been holding the vibrator on your clit for the last hour and every time you think you’ve gone numb to the sensation; he finds a way to make you cum harder than the last. “N-no Choso, ‘m done down, I've cum as I can, wan’ you to fuckmenow!” You slur your words, the pleasure making you lightheaded. “One more Babygirl.” He soothes you, rubbing your stomach and imagining what you’d look like full of his cum. Beautiful, you’d look beautiful. “At least fuck me while you give me another orgasm!” You argue, staring at him with glossed-over puppy eyes. Choso gives in and situates himself between your legs, still holding the vibrator over your clit. You sigh happily when he sets the vibrator down and thrust his cock in you. You thought you were completely numb down there but the feeling of Choso thrusting into your hole that’s been contracting nothing felt godly. Adding that with the vibrator that he put back on your clit, you come immediately. “Choso!” You scream clenching around him so tight he can’t help cumming. “Fuck! ‘M filling you up so good baby!” 

[k2padfoot]

Only for You

Rafe Cameron x Y/n

summary: Rafe giving you aftercare and being all soft and sweet but you don’t understand why.

warnings: SMUT! soft Rafe, aftercare, fluff.

Your breathing syncs with Rafe’s, each shallow breath matching his as his body moves with yours, slow and intense. His forehead is pressed against yours, dampness of sweat clinging to the skin.

The normally sharp edge in his voice softens, “You’re such a good girl,” he whispers, his words making your pulse jump. His thumb brushes tenderly across your cheek, and the way he looks at you—like you’re the only thing holding him together, sends a heat pooling in your lower abdomen.

He shifts just enough to kiss you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “I need you to let go for me,” he murmurs, his words a mixture of a plea and command. “I’ve got you, cum for me.”

His rhythm falters and you clutch at him, your nails digging into his back, and with one last thrust you both fall apart. Your body trembled as he moaned your name, his warm cum painting your walls.

He doesn’t move right away, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, “Fuck, that was so good,” he whispered.

He shifted, gently pulling out before leaning over you. You blinked up at him, your chest still rising and falling heavily, the intensity of what just happened leaving a lingering haze in your body. But beneath that haze, you felt an undeniable vulnerability, a feeling you’d grown used to burying over the years.

Rafe had been silent for a moment, studying you with an unreadable expression. His rough fingers grazed against your cheek with surprising tenderness.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with a concern that made your stomach twist.

You nodded out of habit, brushing the question off. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you murmured, though your voice wavered slightly. You weren’t used to being asked, not used to anyone caring.

Rafe didn’t seem convinced. “Stay here,” he said firmly, slipping out of bed.

You watched him disappear into the bathroom, hearing the sound of running water. Your brow furrowed in confusion, but you stayed put, pulling the covers up to shield your body from the chill in the air. When he returned, he carried a damp washcloth in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“What are you doing?” you asked, sitting up slightly.

“Taking care of you,” he replied simply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Rafe settled on the edge of the bed, gently tugging the covers down. You instinctively flinched at the exposure, but he hushed you with a quiet, “Relax, Y/n.” The washcloth was warm and soothing as he wiped away the remnants of the both of you from your skin. His movements were unhurried, almost reverent, as though he wanted to make sure you felt nothing but comfort.

You didn’t say anything, too stunned to process the intimacy of it all. No one had ever cared to do this for you before. You weren’t even sure you deserved it.

“Why are you doing this?” you finally whispered.

Rafe paused, glancing up at you. “Because I want to,” he said, his tone soft but resolute. “You deserve it.”

His words made your chest ache, the sincerity in his voice catching you off guard. You bit your lip to keep the sudden wave of emotion at bay.

Once he was satisfied, Rafe stood again, tossing the washcloth aside. “Come on,” he said, extending a hand to you.

“Where are we going?”

“Just come with me,” he said, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

He led you into the bathroom, where the tub was already filling with warm water. Steam moved through the air, and the scent of lavender lingered faintly. You blinked in surprise as Rafe turned off the faucet, testing the temperature with his hand.

“You did this for me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at you. “Now, get in.”

You hesitated for a moment before following his orders, stepping into the tub and sinking into the warmth. The water enveloped you, soothing your sore muscles and grounding you in the moment. Before you could say anything, Rafe climbed in behind you, pulling you gently against his chest.

“Rafe,” you started, but he shushed you, his arms wrapping securely around your waist.

“Just relax,” he murmured into your ear.

For once, you listened, leaning into him as the tension in your body slowly melted away. His hands moved to your hair, massaging your scalp as he worked the suds from the shampoo into a lather. His touch was patient, careful, as if he was afraid to hurt you.

It felt different. Too good, almost. Like you’d stepped into a dream.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked quietly, the question slipping out before you could stop it.

Rafe stopped for a moment before resuming his gentle motions. “Because you’re worth it,” he said simply.

You turned slightly, trying to read his expression. “Do you do this for everyone?”

He let out a soft chuckle, his lips brushing against your temple. “No, Y/n. I don’t.”

Your chest tightened at his answer. It was clear in the way he looked at you, in the care he took with every movement, that this was something different. Something real.

“You don’t have to be shocked, you know,” he added, his voice low but steady. “I like you. A lot. Probably more than I should.”

You didn’t know what to say, your mind reeling from the weight of his words. But as you settled back against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back, you realized you didn’t need to say anything.

For the first time in a long time, you felt safe. And it was because of him.

[jockwrites]

Can you write something aggressive please 😩

RIGHT HERE - p.b

warnings: smut, (r receiving,) use of drug substances, cursing

a/n: this is pretty short, not that aggressive tbh..but i’m trying a new writing style! also please please please send requests <3

for @billiesmainchick @doyouknowhowtob3nd

paige is manspread on the couch, the aroma of weed sorrounding her.

at the moment, she’s mad because you’d rather spend time with your friends than her. but this isn’t a one time thing—you always do this.

she thinks maybe she’s just overthinking, maybe she’s just in her mind too much. but regardless, if you called she’d answer. if you came in, angry, upset, she’d comfort.

no matter how mad she is, she’s always there for you.

but you aren’t answering her calls, and she’s starting to get heated minute by minute. that’s when she decides to call you one more time, just for closure so she can go to sleep. she’s already high as it is.

you giggle & laugh with your friends, noticing an incoming call from paige before accepting it.

“hello?” you speak into the phone, your smile blatantly obvious through your voice.

her voice is shaky, and there's a hint of anger in it "hey, where are you right now? who are you with?" she asks, trying to keep her tone even. but it's clear she's on edge.

you roll your eyes, knowing she’s just in one of those moods, “im with my friends, paige,” you huffed.

“why can’t you spend time with me? and why the fuck won’t you answer my calls?” she questions, her voice wavering. she’s getting upset, her voice shaking a little. she’s a bit too high.

you shake your head “paige, they’re my friends. and i didn’t answer because we’re having fun, i’ll be back soon.”

she scoffs, getting more heated “so i'm not important enough to answer? i'm sitting here alone, waiting for you. and you're out having fun with your friends. do i not matter to you?”

you get agitated, rolling your eyes as your hand comes up to rub your temple in distress and annoyance, “paige, i’ll be home soon. stop overreacting. yes, you do matter, but they just wanted to spend time with me.”

she laughs bitterly, “stop overreacting? really? you're telling me to stop overreacting when you're the one who keeps blowing me off?” her voice raises. she's definitely high and definitely pissed, “i've been waiting for you all day.”

you scoff, “paige, God. chill the fuck out i said i’ll be there soon.”

she pauses, her breathing heavy. silence. then she speaks, her voice low, “you know what? forget it. i don't give a fuck about your friends.” and with that, she hangs up the phone. you stare at your phone, confused. that was harsh.

you look around, then eagerly tell your friends you need to go, “hey guys, im gonna head out. paige needs me”

you get a simple, in sync, “bye bye,” from everyone before you get up to leave.

you don’t know what’s gotten into paige.

by the time you arrive to the apartment, she’s high as can be, her eyes bloodshot red. she’s in some joggers and a white tee on the couch, her legs manspread. her eyes are low, the expression on her face enough to scare a child. the stench of weed is thick in the air.

you walk in, noticing the unusual disposition she has, “hey baby, are you okay?”

she looks up at you, her gaze hazy as she speaks with sarcasm dripping in her voice. “yeah, im fine. just chillin.” she reaches for her phone, texting someone quickly before putting it down. “so, what made you come back after you fucking left me for those bullshit excuses of ‘friends’?” she asks, her voice husky and low.

you roll your eyes in annoyance, putting one hand on your hip, “paige,” you speak calmly, “i just wanted to have fun. am i not allowed?”

“take a fucking look around hazel,” she says, her voice a low mumble. her eyes are heavy, the high she’s on making her lazy, “they’re not your fucking friends. i’ve already explained this to you. i can’t let this shit keep happening, it happens again and again and i’m sick of it. fuck them.”

you furrow your eyebrows, “but they’re my friends paige. i can’t just not hangout with them.”

she sits up, her eyes finally focusing on you. her gaze is intense, serious. “bro, hazel, i don’t give a fuck about your friends. i’m right here, why can’t you see that? i’m the only one who’s been there for you. they just want you to come out with them so yall can drink and get fucking laid.”

you look at paige in annoyance, wondering why she’s so bitter all of a sudden, “paige, i do see you. but you need to stop, they are my real friends. you’re just jealous.”

she stands up, her face slightly red with anger. “real friends? really? are you fucking kidding me? they don’t give a shit about you, hazel. they only care about themselves. but you, you care about me. you always have. and i care about you more than they ever could.”

you’re getting agitated, the frustration clear in your voice.“paige, yes they do,” you protest.

she gets in your face, her breath reeking of weed. “no, they fucking don't. you're just too stupid to see it,” she grabs your dress, pulling you closer. “i've been waiting all night for you. you wouldn’t answer my calls.. you wouldn’t text me back.. i’ve been rolling crazy all damn night.”

you look paige in the eyes, going from a bright blue to dark grey. you lean in to whisper, “paige.. im sorry. i didn’t mean to keep you waiting on me.”

“you don’t act like you’re fucking sorry,” she hisses, her voice low and seductive, “you gotta understand baby, i don’t give a fuck about them.”

paige backs you into the wall, the dark scenery of the living room making it hard for you to see, “paige, please.”

she presses her body against yours, pinning you to the wall. her hand comes up to grip your throat, not squeezing, just resting there. “please what, hazel? please stop? please let you go back to your so-called friends?”

you look up at her, this interaction slightly turning you on, “no, paige. i meant could you forgive me,” you whisper, breaking eye contact in guilt.

her grip tightens around your throat slightly as she leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear, “forgive you for what, hazel?” her hand moves down your chest. her touch is so scary, yet so gentle. “for making me worry? for blowing me off?”

your breathing is speeding up, you gulping as her hand comes back up to your neck, “yeah, kind of.”

she leans in closer, her lips barely touching yours. her voice drops to a whisper. “you gotta let me prove i love you more than they do.” her hand moves from your neck, slowly sliding down to grip your waist as the other hand mimics.

you can feel paige starting to kiss your neck, biting your soft spot which makes you bite back a moan, “you can prove it baby.”

her hands move, groping your boobs softly as she kneads them. her kisses trail to your jawline, “it’s not gonna happen again, is it?” she whispers into your ear, her right hand going to grip your ass.

you moan, your arms wrapping around her neck as you speak, slightly breathless, “mhm, no baby, it won’t happen again i promise.”

she growls softly, nuzzling into your neck, her touch getting firmer. she picks you up by the back of your thighs, wrapping your legs around her waist. she carries you to the couch, lowering you down gently. she climbs on top of you, pinning your arms above your head.

you look up at paige, biting your bottom lip in pleasure, “what, you gonna punish me or something?” you provoked, pushing your chest up slightly.

she grins mischievously, leaning down to bite your bottom lip, tugging it gently. she kisses your neck, your collarbone, your chest, slowly pulling the shoulder straps of your dress down. she looks up at you, her eyes cold. “you wanna be punished?”

you smirk, “maybe.”

she growls softly, her hands trailing down your arms, your sides, to your thighs. she grips them tightly, parting them. she leans down, her breath hot against your core. she looks up at you from beneath your dress, her face neutral. "maybe?"

you nag, body desperate for friction, “yeah, maybe.”

without warning, she tugs your panties aside and dives in, licking a slow stripe up your slit. she moans at your taste, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you. her tongue circles your clit teasingly before sucking it between her lips.

you immediately moan, the sudden traction of her tongue onto your clit making you go senseless.

she continues to eat you out, her hands spreading your legs wider as she laps at your pussy. she sticks a finger inside you, curling it to hit that spot that makes you see stars. “you gonna stop acting like a bitch?”

you bite your bottom lip, hands going to grip her hair aggressively as you buck your hips against her face. practically grinding, “mm paige fuck! yes baby!”

she moans into your pussy, the vibrations intensifying your pleasure. she adds another finger, pumping them in and out rapidly as her tongue flicks over your clit. her free hand comes up to pinch and roll your nipple through your dress. “that’s my good girl, always listening to me.”

you let out a wave of curses and moans, the whimpers eliciting a sudden burst of energy in paige,“oh! paige just like that oh my-”

she growls into your core, her fingers pumping faster and harder as you buck your hips against her face. she can feel you getting closer, your legs shaking against her shoulders. she wraps her arms around your thighs to hold you in place as she doubles her efforts, “come for me baby, let me know you know i love you.”

you moan, grinding against her face as you grope her hair tighter. you use your free hand, going to pull your dress down further to knead your tits, “fuck paige you’re gonna make me cum-”

she sucks hard on your clit, her fingers curling inside you as she presses her palm against your ass. she holds you in place, not letting you move as she devours your pussy. she feels you tighten around her fingers and knows you're about to cum.

you start to approach your climax, your legs quivering, “paige please don’t stop ohmygosh!” you whine out.

she can feel you tensing up, your breathing hitching as you get closer and closer to the edge. she growls encouragingly, her fingers beckoning inside you as her mouth sucks hard on your bundle of nerves. “that's it baby. keep being a good girl for me.”

you reach your climax, riding out your high. she keeps going, drawing out your pleasure until you're boneless and gasping. she slowly eases back, wiping her face with the back of her hand as she grins up at you. “you did so good,” she climbs back up your body, kissing you deeply so you can taste yourself on her.

you kiss her passionately, wrapping your legs around her waist as you cup her face, “i’m sorry baby, i promise i won’t leave you alone like that again,” you promise, still out of breath from the static orgasm.

she deepens the kiss, her hands roaming your body possessively. she breaks the kiss to bury her face in your neck, breathing heavily. “you’re mine, you hear me? no one else gets to touch you like this.”

“i know, i love you.”

“i love you more baby.”

a/n: ok this took forever and it’s still bad but i wanted it to be perfect bc i didn’t like my other fics also new writing style who cheered! nobody. anyway thanks for reading pls pls pls send requests/asks other than just “smut” because that’s literally all i have .. also i used this website to help with words to use for my writing and it works like magic bro😭😭 ok bye yap yap

[ktownshizzle]

Nerd & Nerdier | Chapter 3

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader, Jeon Wonwoo x reader; endgame? x reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Attempt At Comedy, Roommates au, Love triangle

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: Moving in with two introverts should have been easy. Not when it’s Min Yoongi and Jeon Wonwoo, who decide they both want you. Unhinged, awkward, and nerdy as hell, they proceed to compete for your attention in the most unnecessarily dramatic fashion that culminates into a… rap battle.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Wildly gratuitous, You might 100% chance you’ll fall in love with both of them so that’s a problem, no mxm dynamics to be expected

✎ ˎˊ˗Chapter Warnings: reader felt violated while in the club, both men are down so bad

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.8k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: February 26, 2025

✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: Everyday I continue to find My People who understand the obsession with this cat and this ghost in a deep, cellular, molecular level. So here we go… Thank you Cathy Jae <3

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Ch 1 | Ch 2

Roommate Rule #3: If Your Bickering Roommates Start Acting Strangely in Sync, Something is Most Definitely Up.

After that night, a weird calm settles over the apartment.

No more rap battles. No passive-aggressive co-op games. No intense staring contests over meals.

It should feel normal, better even? But it doesn’t.

Plus, now, whenever you’re home, they’re both there. Always. Kinda hovering.

It’s never just Yoongi in the kitchen, grumbling about how you keep putting the spices in the wrong order. It’s never just Wonwoo on the couch, lost in a book but somehow still aware of everything you do.

It’s both of them.

At first, you chalk it up to coincidence. Maybe their schedules just aligned, or maybe you’re overthinking things. But then a whole week passes, and you realize—no, this is intentional.

And you have no idea what to make of it.

At work, a colleague from another department—Hyunjae—strikes up a conversation by the coffee machine. He’s nice, seems harmless, and when he asks you out to dinner, you say yes.

Because why not?

You don’t have a boyfriend. Your weird roommates haven’t exactly made anything explicit. And maybe—maybe—this is exactly what you need to clear your head.

That night, when you tell Yoongi and Wonwoo about the date, their reactions are... expected?

They don’t react that much. They don’t even comment on how you're looking hella cute with your lilac dress and heels. Stoic, as per usual.

Yoongi leans back in his chair, nodding once. "Have fun."

Wonwoo barely looks up from his phone. "Yeah. Hope it goes well."

But their voices are just a little too flat. Their movements a little too controlled.

As you do a final check on the contents of your bag (card, keys, mint, lip tint), Wonwoo casually mentions that he’s streaming tonight—his gaming channel has been blowing up lately and Yoongi tells you to call him if anything happens. Guess that’s that.

It’s fine. Everything is fine.

Except it’s not. Because the date was bad.

Dinner was okay, but when you went to the bar next door, the guy got pushy once the drinks started flowing. A hand on your waist that lingered too long. Fingers grazed your thigh like he had a right to.

You felt off. Uncomfortable. A little violated.

You told him off and walked away.

You lock yourself in the ladies bath room. Fuck. You stare at your phone. There’s only one voice you hear in your head as you stroll through your contact list. You just hope he answers.

Of course he does, on the second ring.

“Yoongi? Can you, umm, can you pick me up?”

"Where are you?" Yoongi asks, voice a little sharp. “Are you okay?”

You tell him the club’s name, and you barely get through the sentence of telling him you’re hidden away because you don’t want to be with your date anymore, before he says, "Stay where you are. I’m coming."

Fifteen minutes later, he’s here and the rush of relief mixes with the cool air as you exit the bathroom stall you've taken residence in.

You see him before he sees you. Black button down, dark jeans, and fire in his eyes, but when they land on you, something in his expression shifts—softens just slightly.

He’s at your side in an instant.

"You good?" 

You nod, but your throat feels tight. 

He exhales sharply, jaw clenched. "Where is he?"

You shake your head. "Probably gone. It’s fine."

It’s not fine, but you don’t want him to cause a scene.

Yoongi doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push even as you see him tensely run his fingers through his hair. Instead, his other hand find yours, wrapping around your wrist—not pulling, not rushing. Just there.

And then, without thinking, you step into him.

You don’t know why. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s just Yoongi. The way his presence alone has made you feel safe after a night of shaky thoughts.

Suddenly, the music around you fades. And all you feel is him. Warm, steady, strong.

His arms come up instinctively, one wrapping around your back, the other resting against the nape of your neck. You’ve never done this before, but somehow it feels like you have.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to when you feel his heart hammering inside his chest to mirror your own.

You breathe him in—a faint trace of cologne you're now so familiar with, something distinctly Yoongi—and you don’t know what to do with the way your heart twists inside your chest.

When you finally pull back, Yoongi searches your face. "Let’s go home."

You nod, letting him lead you out, your hand clasped in his.

You don’t sleep that night.

Not because of the date, not because of the club, but because of the voices in the kitchen.

You hear them some minutes after you turn off your bedroom light.

Hushed but heated.

You don’t want to eavesdrop, but you don’t exactly want to interrupt either. So you press your ear to the door and listen.

"You should have called me." Wonwoo’s voice is sharper than usual.

"She called me." Yoongi’s tone is steady but defensive.

"That’s not the point, hyung."

A pause.

"Then what is the point?"

Wonwoo exhales harshly. "You can't pull shit like this."

"Like what?"

"Like running to her first."

“You were streaming, when she called. You think I'd wait for you? She was crying…”

Your breath catches.

Silence stretches between them, heavy and suffocating.

Then, quieter: "It’s not fair."

Something in Wonwoo’s voice makes your chest ache.

You don’t know what possesses you to move, but suddenly, your feet are carrying you toward the kitchen. Before you can think twice, you push the door open.

They both turn at the same time.

Yoongi leans against the counter, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Wonwoo stands stiffly near the sink, his jaw tight.

You take a breath, steadying yourself. "What the hell is going on?"

Neither of them speak.

You cross your arms. "I’m serious. You two have been acting weird for weeks. First, you’re constantly competing, then suddenly, you’re always together like some weird tag-team act. And now you’re fighting over who picks me up when I call for help?"

Still, silence. 

You swallow hard, but you’re unable to stop the nagging question in your head. "I need to know. Is this… Am I like a bet or something?”

“NO!” both men bellow.

You exhale a shaky breath. “Then what’s the deal?"

Silence. Again.

Yoongi and Wonwoo are both staring at you, like they’re waiting for you to say something. But instead, you exhale and lean back, crossing your arms.

“You know what?” you say, voice steady. “I think you two need to figure out if you actually…” Fuck you’ll say it if they can’t. “…like me… or if you just like competing with each other.”

That hits.

You let the silence stretch. Let them sit with it.

Because this whole thing—this weird, passive-aggressive, emotionally constipated mess—has never really been about you. Not the way it should be.

“I like both of you,” you continue, watching them carefully. “And maybe that’s selfish. But I don’t want to pick between two people who haven’t even stopped to ask themselves if what they feel is about me or just… winning.”

Yoongi looks away first. Wonwoo’s fingers twitch against his knee.

“So,” you say, standing up. “Figure it out. And let me know in the morning or… I’ll just move out.”

And with that, you leave them stewing.

Morning comes too fast.

When you step into the kitchen, you immediately pause.

Because—

What the fuck.

Yoongi is leaning against the counter, one hand tucked into the pocket of his sweats, wearing an offhandedly sexy fitted black t-shirt like he didn’t just wake up ten minutes ago. His hair is still a little messy, but in a good way—in the kind of way that makes you wonder what he looked like rolling out of bed.

And Wonwoo?

Wonwoo is sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone, looking like a fucking editorial ad in his oversized crewneck and glasses. The morning light is doing too much for him, highlighting his sharp jaw and the way his fingers tap absentmindedly against the table.

They both glance up when you walk in.

And they both smile.

Oh, hell no.

“Absolutely not,” you say immediately, pointing at them. “You do not get to look this good this early in the morning.”

Yoongi chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee. “Didn’t realize there were rules about that.”

“There are now,” you mutter.

Wonwoo grins, “You look cute when you’re grumpy, noona.”

You shake your head, unable to keep your cheeks from flushing despite being slightly annoyed with both of them, still.

Yoongi gestures vaguely. "You were right last night. About us. About this."

Wonwoo leans forward, fingers interlocked. "We both like you, noona. We won’t deny it."

Yoongi sets his cup down. “So we have an offer.”

You raise a brow, leaning against the counter. “Oh?”

Wonwoo tilts his head slightly, watching your reaction. “We’re going to take you on dates.”

You blink. “…What?”

“Dates,” Yoongi repeats. “One with me. One with him. Or more. Up to you…”

You stare at them. “And then?”

“And then,” Wonwoo continues, “you can decide.”

You narrow your eyes. “You two came up with this plan together?”

Yoongi shrugs.

You cross your arms. “And what if I don’t want to go on these dates?”

Yoongi answers: “Then we drop it. No pressure.”

"And if I don’t choose either of you?"

Wonwoo sighs. "Then we take the L."

…Huh. You hadn’t expected this.

You had expected stubbornness. Maybe even another argument.

Yoongi tilts his head as your eyes dart between the two of them.. "But let’s be real. That’s not happening."

"Yah!" You gape at him. "Are you fuckin’ serious right now?"

Yoongi grins. Wonwoo just waits.

You exhale, tapping your fingers against the counter. “Bet.”

Yoongi lifts a brow. Wonwoo licks his lips, now smiling.

“Alright,” you confirm. “Show me what you got.”

And judging by the looks on their faces, you have a feeling they plan to.

Chapter 4 >

A/N: To be in the middle of this love triangle is my most fervent dream, hope you enjoyed reading this! xo

QUESTIONS!!! Who should get their date first? Where should they go? Also, do you kiss on the first date? ;)

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[luvfae]

CENTRE STAGE

summary: you’re thanos favourite backup dancer, the catch? you don’t want him. well… you like to pretend you don’t.

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: this is a long one, smut, oral (reader receiving), fingering, choking, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be a dummy), swearing

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The bass reverberated through the stadium, shaking the floor beneath your feet. You moved with the beat, body fluid, perfectly in sync with the other dancers. It was muscle memory at this point—hours of grueling rehearsals had carved the choreography into your bones.

And then there was Thanos.

Center stage. Soaking up the spotlight like he was born in it.

You weren’t blind—you knew he was attractive. Tall, sharp jawline, dark eyes that glinted with mischief and something more dangerous underneath. His presence was undeniable, the kind of charisma that made people lose their minds over him.

But you weren’t one of those people.

Which was why, when he shot you a cocky smirk mid-performance, you rolled your eyes and looked away.

You missed the slight falter in his steps.

Backstage was chaos. Sweat, adrenaline, the quick shuffle of dancers moving between costume changes. You were peeling off your jacket when you felt someone step into your space.

“Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?”

You turned, already knowing who it was.

Thanos stood in front of you, arms crossed, a glistening sheen of sweat on his forehead. His shirt clung to him, damp with exertion, and he smelled like expensive cologne and stage lights.

You raised a brow. “Which position? Because if you mean backup dancing, I worked my ass off to be here.”

His smirk widened. “I meant being this close to me.”

You scoffed. “Oh, my mistake. Guess I should start trembling.”

His smile faltered for a second, just a flicker, before he leaned in slightly. “Most girls do.”

You tilted your head, amused. “Poor things.”

His eyes darkened, scanning your face like he was trying to figure you out. Like he was waiting for the moment you’d break and melt for him like everyone else did.

You didn’t.

“Not interested?” he mused, voice lower now, intrigued.

“Not even a little bit.”

A lie. But he didn’t need to know that.

He huffed a laugh, running a hand through his damp hair. “Alright. Cool. I like a challenge.”

You turned to leave, but before you could, he caught your wrist—lightly, not enough to force you, but enough to make you pause.

“You should probably know,” he said, voice softer now, a little more serious, “I always get what I want.”

You looked at him, at the smug confidence in his face, and smirked.

“Not this time, superstar.”

And then you pulled away.

He let you go, watching as you walked off, and for the first time in his life—

Thanos realized he was the one being left wanting.

—

He had you switched the next day.

You saw it on the rehearsal schedule. Your name, suddenly paired with his for the partner sections of the choreography.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. Unbelievable.

When you walked onto the stage, Thanos was already waiting.

“You’re a child,” you told him flatly.

He grinned. “I’m resourceful.”

“You had me switched out just so you could put your hands on me?”

He shrugged. “Now you’re getting it.”

You crossed your arms. “You know, normal people just ask someone out when they’re interested.”

He tilted his head, considering. “Yeah, but normal people also get rejected.”

You scoffed. “Which is exactly what’s happening right now.”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping an octave. “Yeah? Then why are you still standing here?”

You opened your mouth—then closed it.

Damn him.

Damn his stupid, arrogant, cocky ass.

He saw the hesitation in your eyes, the split second of uncertainty, and he fucking grinned.

“Relax,” he murmured, dragging a slow gaze down your body. “Let’s just dance.”

You exhaled through your nose, glaring. “Fine. But if you get handsy, I’m kneeing you in the balls.”

He laughed. “Noted.”

The music kicked in, bass heavy, vibrating through the soles of your shoes. You forced yourself to focus, rolling your shoulders, letting the beat settle into your body.

You had done this a million times before—picked up new choreography, adjusted to new formations, worked around whatever ridiculous creative decisions the higher-ups made. But this?

This was different.

Because now you had to dance around Thanos like he was some untouchable god, like he was the center of gravity and you were just one of his planets orbiting him.

And he knew it.

The smug bastard was eating it up.

“Alright,” the choreographer called. “Let’s take it from the top—Y/N, remember, you’re leading this section now. The energy needs to be different, more intense. It’s about power and temptation.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek.

Power and temptation.

Great.

You got into position, your back to Thanos as the music restarted. Your movements were sharp, precise, every beat landing exactly where it needed to. You could feel him behind you, his presence heavy, but you ignored it—until the routine called for you to step into him.

You turned, moving into position, only for him to place his hands on your waist a second too early.

Too early, and definitely not necessary.

Your breath hitched. You felt his fingers, warm through the thin material of your top, his touch firm—possessive.

“Timing,” you snapped, twisting out of his grip.

His lips curled. “Felt right to me.”

You exhaled sharply. “Try again. And keep your hands where they’re supposed to be.”

He didn’t.

The next section had you circling him, tracing the shape of his body with your own, never touching but close enough to tease. It was supposed to be a push and pull, a careful balance of restraint and tension.

Except Thanos had no restraint.

Every time you moved past him, he found some excuse to touch you—a palm sliding over the small of your back, fingertips grazing your hip, knuckles brushing against your stomach. None of it was in the choreography.

And it was pissing you off.

Not because you didn’t like it.

Because you did.

And that made it worse.

You gritted your teeth, pressing forward with the routine, trying to pretend you weren’t hyperaware of his every move, his every breath.

Then came the final part—the part where you were supposed to sink against him, his arm wrapping around you, bodies molding together as the music reached its climax.

He pulled you in.

Too close.

Closer than necessary.

You felt his breath against your ear, his chest solid against your back, his grip firm like he was daring you to pull away.

You didn’t.

Not immediately, anyway.

“Problem?” he murmured, voice low.

You swallowed, heat licking up your spine. “Yeah. You don’t know how to follow a damn routine.”

He chuckled, his breath warm. “Or maybe I just don’t like rules.”

You twisted in his arms, pushing against his chest, forcing space between you. “Try following them for once, superstar. Or find yourself another dance partner.”

His gaze flickered with something dark. Something hungry.

Then, slowly, he smirked.

“No,” he said. “I think I’ll keep you.”

Your stomach flipped.

You scowled, shoving him harder this time, ignoring the way your pulse hammered in your throat.

“Do your job,” you warned, stepping back. “And keep your hands to yourself.”

Thanos just grinned.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here.” He tapped his chest, smirking. “Star of the show.” Then, with a slow, deliberate glance, he pointed at you. “Backup dancer.”

You exhaled sharply through your nose, rolling your eyes as you stepped back into position. Fine. If he wanted your attention so damn badly, he was going to regret it.

You had a new mission now: Make this the worst dance of his life.

The music started up again, and you turned your smirk into something sultry, something playful. If he wanted you dancing around him like he was a god, you’d do it—but you’d do it on your terms.

Every movement became sharper, more exaggerated. You dragged your fingertips across his chest when you were only supposed to graze past him. Your hips swayed a little too deliberately, your gaze lingering just a second too long. You danced around him like a tease, like a challenge, like you knew exactly what he wanted and were dangling it just out of reach.

And Thanos noticed.

His smirk faltered. His jaw tightened.

He was good at playing it cool, but you could see the way his eyes darkened, the way his fingers flexed every time your body got too close.

So you pushed it further.

At a part where you were supposed to circle around him, you let your breath fan over his neck, close enough that he could feel the heat of it. When he placed his hand on your waist—because of course he did, even though it wasn’t in the damn routine—you leaned into it just enough to make it seem deliberate before slipping away.

His grip tightened before he let go.

Good.

By the time the song ended, you were barely holding back a smirk. You could feel the tension radiating off him, could see the way he adjusted his stance like his pants were suddenly too tight.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” the choreographer clapped, beaming. “That was the energy we needed! Y/N, you nailed it—flirtatious, powerful, you owned that stage.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, feigning innocence. “Oh? Just following directions.”

Thanos shot you a look, half-amused, half-something darker. He licked his lips, stepping closer, voice low enough for only you to hear.

“You wanna play it like that, huh?”

You tilted your head, blinking up at him with faux sweetness. “Play what?”

His fingers brushed against your hip—not part of the routine, again. His voice dropped even lower, a husky whisper against your ear.

“Careful, sweetheart. Keep this up, and I won’t just be touching you for show.”

Your stomach flipped, but you didn’t let him see it. You stepped back, letting your smirk break free as you walked away.

—

The bass thrummed beneath your feet as you stepped onto the stage, the roar of the crowd nearly deafening. Bright lights, pulsing music, energy crackling in the air—showtime.

You had spent the entire day learning new choreography, perfecting every movement, every step, every fucking touch. And now? Now it was time to perform.

And him?

Thanos was already watching you like a predator.

You felt his gaze before you even looked at him. The heat of it. The weight. And when you finally did look, you swore you could see the exact moment he realized he was fucked.

Because his jaw clenched. His eyes darkened. His tongue flicked out over his lips, slow and deliberate.

Yeah. He was done for.

You weren’t even doing anything yet—just walking into position in your tiny black shorts and your cropped tank that rode up every time you so much as took a breath.

His gaze dragged over your bare legs, over the slope of your waist, over the sliver of skin just above your waistband. Lingering.

And then he laughed—low, under his breath—but you caught it.

“Fuck,” he muttered, just for himself.

Your lips twitched. Got him.

The music kicked in, and suddenly, you were moving. The energy of the crowd fueled you, the beat guiding you. Every motion was sharper, smoother, more deliberate.

And Thanos?

He was distracted.

Distracted by the way your body twisted and rolled, by the way your hands skimmed over your own thighs, by the way you met his gaze with something daring in your eyes.

He was supposed to be the star of the show.

But right now? Right now, it was you.

By the time the first chorus hit, you had made your way over to him, dancing around him like you were made to, your hands ghosting over his shoulders, his chest—only to pull away at the last second, teasing, tempting.

And he hated it.

Hated it because he wanted more.

You could tell by the way he reacted. How he leaned in, how his hands twitched to touch you, how his breathing hitched when you got a little too close.

So, naturally, you pushed it.

When his hand landed on your waist you let him feel you for just a second before spinning away.

The smirk on his face faltered for a half-second. And then he recovered, shaking his head, chuckling under his breath like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

Like you were the one who had the upper hand.

And when the song ended, when the stage went dark for the next set change, he wasted zero time grabbing your wrist and pulling you against him.

Your chest heaved, breath still uneven from the performance. “Am I throwing you off?”

His grip on your wrist tightened—just enough to make you feel it.

He leaned in, voice low, rough. “Not even close.”

His gaze dropped, flickering to your lips, down your throat, lingering at the band of your shorts

Your pulse jumped.

But you refused to let it show. Instead, you tilted your head, lashes fluttering as you murmured, “Didn’t think so.”

His jaw flexed. A slow inhale through his nose. A flick of his tongue over his teeth.

And then—the stage lights flashed back on, bathing everything in a blinding glow.

Your smirk deepened as you slipped just out of reach.

—

The moment the show ended, you vanished. You didn’t stick around to let him come find you. You were done with the game for now—just another part of the routine. You didn’t owe him anything, especially after how he’d been acting on stage.

You’d slipped back to your dressing room, changed quickly, and made your way to your hotel room, not once looking back. He wouldn’t find you so easily.

But that wasn’t the Thanos you knew.

An hour later, there was a knock on your hotel door. Soft at first, then louder, more insistent. Each thud felt like it was pounding through your skull. You held your breath, hoping he’d go away, but you knew he wouldn’t.

You hesitated, trying to keep calm as you made your way to the door. Slowly, you turned the handle, peeking through the crack just enough to see his tall figure standing there, staring you down with that dark, intense gaze that you knew was enough to melt any woman—except for you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, voice cold and flat.

He didn’t waste a second. The door was shoved open as he forced his way past you, his body towering over yours, blocking any chance of escape.

“You think you can just disappear like that?” he growled, his voice raw with frustration. “You think I won’t come after you?”

You crossed your arms, trying to remain unfazed. “I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to follow me.”

His eyes flashed, and for a brief moment, you saw the dangerous fire in them—something you’d only caught glimpses of before.

“You really think that?” he said, voice low and steady now, each word coming with a weight that was unmistakable. “You think I’m just gonna let you walk away, let you treat me like some damn game?”

“You’re the one making it a game,” you shot back, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “I’m just playing along. Didn’t think you’d have a problem with it.”

He took a step closer, and your back hit the wall, a tiny gasp escaping your lips. You clenched your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flinch.

“You think this is just a game to me?” His hand shot out, gripping your wrist, his fingers tightening until it almost hurt. “What the fuck do you think you’ve been doing to me all this time?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned in, his face just inches from yours. “I’m not your fucking toy, Thanos,” you said, each word laced with challenge.

His lips curled into a half-smirk, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “You might not be, but you’re sure as hell mine right now.”

“You’re a womanizer,” you hissed, pushing against his chest in a futile attempt to make him back off. “What makes you think I’d let you have me? Just because you’re famous doesn’t mean I’ll let you fuck me, you freak.”

He smirked, his hands brushing along your side with that infuriating confidence that made you want to rip his arrogance right off his face.

“Really?” he murmured, his lips curling into that taunting grin you were so damn familiar with. “Tell me to leave then.”

You stared up at him, your chest heaving, pulse quickening with the tension between you. He was close—too close—and you were burning under the weight of his stare, but you didn’t say a word. You couldn’t. You couldn’t fight it any longer.

Instead, your hands fisted his shirt, tugging him down to you. Your lips collided with his in a desperate, hungry kiss, more forceful than anything you’d ever let yourself give before.

You hated him for making you want him. You hated how his arrogance seemed to draw you in even more. But as much as you fought it, you couldn’t deny the heat flooding your body, the way he made you feel alive—even if it meant giving in to all the things you knew you shouldn’t want.

His response was immediate, his hands gripping you tightly, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced your lips before sliding in, taking control in that way he always did, and you couldn’t stop yourself from responding, from giving in.

When he pulled away, his breath ragged, his face was inches from yours, his lips swollen and glistening from the kiss. “Knew you wanted it,” he said, voice low and rough.

Your chest tightened. You should’ve said something. Should’ve pushed him away, but the truth was, you didn’t want to. Not now. Not with the way your body was burning from the inside out.

He moved his hands down your body, tugging at the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head in one fluid motion. You were left standing in front of him, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, and for a moment, you hated how exposed you felt.

But then his hands were on your skin again, hot and possessive, trailing over your bare body, making you shiver as he kissed along your neck, his lips grazing your skin like he couldn’t get enough of you. And suddenly, all those reservations you’d had, all those walls you’d put up, seemed to disappear into the haze of lust and want.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire, and you didn’t have to say a word. He could see it in your eyes—the same hunger, the same need.

Before you knew it, he had you flat against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed into you, his lips back on yours with a fierce urgency. And you didn’t fight it. Not this time.

He broke away for a moment, his voice rough, but controlled. “Tell me you want this. Say it.”

Your hands ran up his chest, your nails scraping over his skin as you tugged him back down. “I want you,” you murmured, your voice laced with that desperate edge he’d been waiting for. “Kiss me.”

Thanos didn’t hesitate. The second the words left your mouth, his lips crashed into yours again, all teeth and heat and raw desperation. His hands roamed your body like he was trying to memorize every inch of you, fingers digging into your thighs as he pressed his body flush against yours.

You felt everything—the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the unmistakable hardness between his legs as he ground against you, making you gasp into his mouth.

His hands roamed your body, sliding down your sides, gripping your thighs as he lifted you higher against the wall. You gasped into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his purple, sweat-dampened hair, tugging just enough to hear him groan.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, his breath ragged, his fingers digging into your skin. "You drive me fucking insane, you know that?"

You smirked, pressing your forehead against his. "Yeah? And whose fault is that?"

His laugh was low, dark, full of something dangerous. His grip on you tightened, and in one swift motion, he carried you across the room, dropping you onto the hotel bed with a smirk of his own.

"Mine," he admitted, voice rough as he hovered over you, his gaze raking over your body like he was memorizing every inch. "Because I should've had you the moment you rolled your eyes at me."

Your heart pounded, heat pooling between your thighs as he pressed a knee between them, teasing, testing. "And now?" you challenged, breathless.

He tilted his head, watching you with that arrogant, knowing smirk. "Now?" His fingers traced the waistband of your shorts, slipping beneath the fabric just enough to make you squirm. "Now I don't plan on stopping."

You arched your back as his lips trailed down your throat, his hands exploring, claiming, making it clear that this wasn't just some meaningless hookup to him.

This was a warning.

A promise.

A fucking declaration.

And god help you, you wanted all of it.

“You still think I’m a womanizer?” he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

You arched into him, biting back a whimper as his teeth scraped over your pulse point. “You’re still a cocky bastard.”

He chuckled against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. “Maybe,” he admitted, his hand slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. “But you like it.”

You did. And that pissed you off.

You grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. “Shut up and fuck me.”

His eyes darkened.

“Gladly.”

Thanos kissed you like he was trying to consume you, like he wanted to leave his mark on every inch of your body. His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding up your thighs, squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise.

You gasped as he flipped you over, pressing you into the mattress with his body. “You act so fucking tough,” he murmured against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “But I see right through you.”

A sharp gasp tore from your lips as he bit down on the sensitive skin of your neck, his hands slipping beneath your shorts, fingertips burning against your bare skin. He pulled your pants down your legs, his eyes dark as he took you in.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand down your spine before yanking your panties off in one swift motion. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first day I met you. Walking around in those fucking short. The bane of my existence, babe.”

Your breath hitched when he trailed his fingers between your legs, teasing, taking his time just to watch you squirm.

“Thanos—”

He forced your face to the side, silencing you with a kiss, swallowing your moans as he pushed his fingers inside you, moving slow, deliberate, dragging out every reaction he could get.

“Look at you,” he groaned, lips brushing against your jaw. “So fucking wet for me.”

You hated how easy this was for him—how he could unravel you with just a touch, just a look. You wanted to fight him, to push back, to pretend you were still in control.

But then he slid his fingers out, flipping you onto your back, replacing them with his tongue, and all coherent thought disappeared.

You arched off the bed, fingers tangling in his hair as he pinned your hips down, keeping you exactly where he wanted. His name left your lips in a broken moan, your body trembling beneath him as he devoured you like he was starving.

And he didn’t stop. Not even when you came, not even when you tried to push him away, too sensitive, too overwhelmed. He just held you there, dragging you through another wave of pleasure until you were a gasping, shaking mess beneath him.

Only then did he pull away, his lips slick, his eyes dark with hunger.

“You’re not done yet,” he said, voice rough as he unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans drop to the floor.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was on top of you again, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing, making you whine in frustration.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he demanded, gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

You swallowed hard, pride clashing with desperation. You wanted to make him beg. You wanted to be the one in control.

But then he pushed in just an inch, stretching you open, making your head fall back with a strangled moan.

“Fuck—Thanos, please.”

That was all it took.

He thrust into you in one smooth motion, making you cry out, your nails digging into his back. He was thick, stretching you in a way that left you gasping for air, but he didn’t give you time to adjust. He set a brutal pace from the start, fucking into you like he was trying to break you.

And maybe he was.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, biting down on your shoulder as he slammed into you over and over, pulling out just enough to make you desperate before driving back in. “So fucking tight, taking me so well.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, your walls clenching around him as pleasure coiled in your stomach. You didn’t care about control anymore. You didn’t care about anything except the way he felt inside you, stretching you, ruining you.

“Thanos—I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he groaned, his grip tightening on your hips, his thrusts growing rougher. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

And you did. Hard. Your body clenched around him as you cried out his name, pleasure crashing over you in waves. But he wasn’t done. He fucked you through your orgasm, his pace relentless, chasing his own release.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Thanos had you on your knees, pressing your chest against the mattress with a firm hand on your back. His other hand gripped your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he positioned himself behind you.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” he murmured, running his palm over the curve of your ass before delivering a sharp smack that made you gasp. “Made to be fucked.”

You shivered, anticipation making your whole body tense. He spread you open, dragging the head of his cock along your slick folds, teasing, making you whimper.

“Thanos—I can’t,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as tears welled in your eyes. Your body was spent, trembling, overstimulated beyond reason. You had already come three times—three, and yet he still wasn’t satisfied.

“Yes, you can,” he murmured against your ear, his voice dark, coaxing, dripping with lust. His fingers stroked lazy circles over your clit, making you jolt, your body betraying you despite the desperate plea on your lips. “Just one more. For me.”

“I—”

He didn’t let you finish. With one rough thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you wide, forcing your body to take all of him. A strangled moan ripped from your throat as he bottomed out, his fingers tightening on your hips.

"You can take it," he whispered, kissing the side of your neck as he fucked you right past your limits. "I know you can."

You couldn’t muster up a single word, instead you sobbed in pleasure and pain. You were so overstimulated, but fuck, it felt so good.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, rolling his hips, making you feel every inch of him. “You like this, don’t you? Being bent over, fucked like you belong to me.”

You bit your lip, refusing to answer, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

But then he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that had you gripping the sheets, struggling to stay upright.

“Answer me,” he demanded, his voice low, dangerous.

“Y-yes,” you gasped, your walls fluttering around him. “I love it.”

“That’s my girl.”

He fucked you harder, his grip bruising, his thrusts deep and relentless. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with the ragged moans you couldn’t hold back.

One of his hands slid around to your front, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that had you trembling beneath him.

“You gonna come for me again?” he growled, his other hand wrapping around your throat, pulling you back against his chest as he fucked into you. “Wanna feel you squeeze my cock.”

You couldn’t hold back. With a sharp cry, you came undone, your body tightening around him, waves of pleasure crashing over you.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Thanos groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. He slammed into you one last time before spilling inside you, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your head spin.

For a moment, neither of you moved, your bodies tangled, your breaths heavy. Then he leaned in, pressing a rough kiss to your shoulder.

"I hope I didn’t ruin you," he murmured.

But he had. Completely.

—

The next morning, you woke up sore in the best way possible, tangled in expensive hotel sheets that smelled like him. The space next to you was empty, but the indent in the mattress was still warm.

You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair. Fuck. What the hell did you just do?

The sound of the bathroom door opening made you jolt upright. Thanos emerged, towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water sliding down his chest. He caught your gaze and smirked.

“Morning, señorita,” he drawled.

You scowled. “Don’t call me that.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair as he walked over to the bed. “You’re grumpy in the morning. Cute.”

You glared at him. “You should leave.”

His smirk faltered for a fraction of a second. Then he recovered, leaning down until his face was inches from yours. “You sure about that?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Because the truth was, you weren’t sure at all.

Thanos watched you carefully, reading every flicker of hesitation in your eyes. You hated that about him—how easily he could see through you.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away. “Yeah,” you said, but your voice wasn’t as sharp as you wanted it to be. “I’m sure.”

A beat of silence. Then, he exhaled a quiet laugh. “Liar.”

Your jaw clenched. “Thanos—”

“You’re gonna pretend last night didn’t happen?” He tilted his head, voice low and taunting. “Or just pretend you didn’t love every fucking second of it?”

Heat crept up your neck, shame and frustration tangling together in a way that made you feel sick. You didn’t answer, just pulled the sheets tighter around yourself.

Thanos clicked his tongue, his fingers brushing your chin as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze. “I’ll go,” he murmured, but there was something unreadable in his expression. “For now.”

Your breath caught. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He smirked, leaning in just enough that his lips ghosted over yours. “You’ll see.”

Then, before you could say another word, he was gone.

You sat there, staring at the door long after it clicked shut, your pulse hammering in your throat.

Fuck.

You had a terrible, sinking feeling that this wasn’t over. Not even close.

[wosoragebaiter69]

late

barça femeni x teen!reader

request: here & here

A/N: i love everything about this request. (i did make lucy ona and keira a throuple for the memes)

also Asisat has left.. no more dedicated funny person in my stories 😔

TW: Panic Attack

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You’re late. You’re never late. That’s how you end up on the phone with Ona, stressed and out of your mind.

“I’m not sure Ona! All I know is that my period is late, and I am FREAKING out, so god help me and come over please.” You’re borderline screaming at the phone.

“Ok ok, please just calm down I’ll be there soon. When I get there you better have an explanation of why you think you might be pregnant, you are literally 17.” You can hear her disappointment.

“Yes I know, I know. Just get the tests please.” She says yes and promptly hangs up the phone as you go back to worrying.

- - - - -

All was going well for Ona, she bought two tests which were different brands and payed for them without getting recognised by any fans. She opts to not buy a bag, considering it’s 8pm at night. It’s not like she was going to run into anyone anyways, right?

Wrong, immediately as she walks out of the pharmacy, tests in hand she bumps into not only her captain. But 1 of her 2 girlfriends as well.

“Uhh, what is that?” Lucy says, looking down at the tests in her girlfriends hand.

“I, uhh.” The younger spaniard starts to freak out, not wanting to put you in a vulnerable position.

“Tell us.” Alexia says sternly, leaving no room for argument.

“Well, it’s not for me. It’s for… it’s for Y/N.” The older women look visibly shaken and shocked.

“Disculpe!”

“Qué?”

They speak at the same time.

“Ok, I’m about to go to her house. Lucy you can come with me and Ale you can come if you’d like.”

“I’ll leave the nena to you both, just update me ok?” Alexia is concerned, rightfully so. Ona and Lucy nod, before getting in the car and driving to your place.

- - - - -

You open the door, surprised to see not 1 but 2 visitors.

“Hola.” You say before allowing them access inside the apartment.

“Sorry, I uh might’ve ran into Lucy and Alexia and I had to tell them.” Ona blurts out, you don’t worry though as it would probably get out anyways.

“It’s fine… can I just have the tests now?” She nods slowly, passing them to you before running off to the bathroom.

When you’ve followed the instructions and done what’s needed, you walk out and place the two sticks on the table, flipping them upside down. Once again you begin to spiral.

“Oh god, what if it’s positive.” You mumble, pushing your knees to your chest.

“Hey, if it is positive we’ll do our best to support you, if it’s negative then there’s nothing to worry about. Might be a cyst or something. Take deep breaths for me ok?” Lucy’s reassuring voice leads you into a less panicked state, and you just hoped that time would fly by faster.

When the timer on Ona’s phone went off, you felt sick. You took deep breaths as Ona scratched your back slightly. You counted in your head to three and flipped both tests open to reveal one negative… and one positive. Oh fuck.

“Ona? Luce? Please. What do I do, I’m scared.” Tears stream down your face, your body starts to shake and Lucy immediately holds you tight against her.

“Shh, shh, it’s ok. It might be a false positive, youre going to be ok I promise.” She says as you’re crying, her words fall deaf in your ears as you can only sob harder. Now going into a full panic attack.

“Call Keira, I’ll message Alexia.” Ona nods and calls the other Englishwoman.

- - - - -

It’s around 5 minutes later, you feel like you’re going to pass out when there’s knocks on the door. You register something else happening and soon enough someone has their hands touching your knees and speaking.

The person takes your hand and puts it agaisnt something that’s beating and you try to get in sync with it.

Soon enough, you regain your senses and it’s Keira who’s pulled you back to reality. It seems she knows you’re back with the look she gives.

“Hey…” She whispers softly, wiping the tears out of your eyes. “Whatever happens, you have me, the team and we won’t judge you at all. Ok?” You nod.

It takes a few more minutes until you’re basically back to where you were. You look up at their curious gazes.

“You can ask questions if you want.” You answer the unspoken question.

“So you… you had sex.” You nod at Keira.

“With a guy?” Ona pipes up and you sigh nodding your head again.

“Ok, how about this. Give it another week and we’ll do another two tests, IF you haven’t got your period by then, sound good?” You half-smile and stare at the table.

“Do you want any of us to stay at all?” You shrug, not even sure what you want at the current moment. “Ok, Keira will stay with you and you’ll go to training in the morning. We updated Alexia and she’s worried. She agrees with us about the waiting and what we’ll do after today. She might want to speak to you tomorrow though.”

“Ok, thank you for everything Luce and you Ona.” You look at both of them, smiling gratefully. They pat you on the shoulder before walking out to presumably go home. Then Keira turns to you.

“I brought stuff over in case, don’t worry about lending clothes or anything like that.”

“Ok… could you maybe sleep- like in the bed with me?” You ask, slightly embarrassed.

“Not at all come on, you need the rest.” She leads you to your room and you immediately crash fast asleep against the pillow.

- - - - -

The next morning when you wake up, you know something has changed. There’s a light ache in your abdomen and your muscles are slightly sore. Keira is peacefully lying beside you and you’re happy that she stuck to her word and stayed.

You lazily make your way to the bathroom to use the toilet when you feel as if God has blessed you. low and behold that positive from the previous night was a false one.

You feel immediately at ease and get done what needs to be done in the morning.

“Keira!” You greet happily, she smiles slightly confused. Considering it’s such a dramatic change from last night.

“What’s up?” She asks.

“I finally got it.” It takes a second for her to register what you meant by that but when she does she’s also happy.

“Well, that’s great. Come on, eat this muesli bar and we’ll get going, then you can tell the girls about it.” You nod and head off to training.

- - - - -

When you walk in the room where all the girls are, the ones who knew look at you in surprise of the look of joy on your face.

“Why so happy cariño?” Ale asks.

“Well it seems like someone has blessed me because this morning I got what I’d been hoping for. My period.” You say dramatically and she smiles.

“YAYY THE BEBE ISN’T PREGNANT!” Mapi’s loud voice shouts as you look down, cheeks turning red.

“Welcome to womanhood elskling.” Ingrid pulls you in and presses a kiss against your temple.

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i fangirled so hard today on the woso writers discord

[haveihitanerve]

Toby’s Secret Pocket

Why are you telling the only filipino employee to shut up?

I finally got around to doing commentary for this one, so sorry it took so long, but better late than never right? Hehe. anyway this was pure delight and i hope you enjoy as much as I did:)

“Its gonna have a beginning.” I love you person who does the captions and edits the videos- but what is that spelling… [beggining] y'know what actually thats perfectly fine spelling idk why im being mean you're doing amazing love

Completely useless to the plot but all of my comments are so- luke leaning behind tom to set his drink down and them touching shoulders as Tom glances over to check hes ok before returning attention to AJ, idk why it made me smile, but it did so here it is

“The Seven Sins of the Screaming Menopausals.” i am… SO UPSET they didn't do this one. Soooooo upset. I would pay to see them do this one. I loved every second of Tobys Pocket- but TSSOTSM???? Amazing. Would kill to see them tackle it. Anyway im off topic- continue

Sam’s cackle lugh at the suggestion, Tom’s slow incredulous laugh and Luke hanging his head while AJ just stares like a deer in headlights, trying to figure out how to say “NO!” without screaming it XD

Tom: do we love it? (a man after the audiences heart, i love it) AJ: *no we do not tom don't do this to us* We’re gonna put a pin in that one for a moment Sam: *still cackling* Luke: *still in disbelief*

Sam loves using a fake pike as a prop and i adore it every time

AJ and Tom my fav duo(they’re all my fav duos but rn I’ve picked them specifically) idk what they’re discussing on the sidelines but they’re adorable

I love how Luke started out speaking with a voice he tends to use for his female characters and then realize “wait i’m toby” and has now switched to be a male voice XD

“Thats right. Nobody knows that this shirt’s actually got a propellor in it.” Tom and AJ laughing in sync and wholly mother of gods Sam’s impression of a propellor carrying him a little bit higher is insanely good

“All of my products are tailor made” *said with flourish* “I know. You're a tailor” *said with sass* lol Luke thought he could get the upper hand

Luke’s face of disappointment in his fellow mates will never not be funny XD

And Sam’s joy because even though he cant see Luke’s face, he knows its being made and is enjoying being a lil shit lmaoo

“Let me rephrase!” ooooh the glare in that sentence XD

“All of my products are bespoke.” …. define please. 

“Smoke meth.” why is sam always a crackhead, genuine question. Also, are pipes a frequent tool for meth smoking? I mean i figure its possible but-... im getting off topic lets move along-

“I just love to watch you work Toby.” ok, so is this romance? “And i loooove to watch you smoke that meth.” Both Sam and Luke and Tom laughing, brilliant- and im assuming that means yes romance?

Audience: *oohs and ahhs* Sam:... woOw!

“...-Or the superintendent of the school board-” Luke lifting a finger to stop Sam because what did he just say and then dropping it again when Sam still has more to say idk why but it tickles my brain the right way lol

Luke: *leans against the wall and crosses his legs like a smooth mf* what was the second *laughs* one you said?

“Comptroller!” “define please!” Sounds like a school spelling bee lmao

Tom’s slow, growing smile as Sam actually succeeds at answering, Luke’s “fuck” face, and Aj just grinning at Luke’s disappointment at not being able to hold something over Sam and himself just waiting to see if Tom agrees because he doesn't have a fucking clue XD

Sam’s smug, and yet thankful smile as people appreciate his nerd 😭 such a cutie

“Don't cheer over the end of the definition!” Fourth wall breaks, we love- also Sam dropping his head to laugh, and Tom also chuckling(AJ’s too out of frame to see but I’m sure he enjoyed Luke’s quip too)

“Give him an excuse to peter out like that!” Luke reallllyyy wishes he would have messed up lol

Sam looking at Luke expectantly when he steps closer again like “do you want me to continue you lil shit? I know my stuff” 

“You got manhattan-” “Alright alright!” Luke’s done testing him lmaoo and sam still keeps going XD

“You're keeping me on tenterhooks like a piece of sirloin!” Loving these weird Southern analogies lol(unironically, i have actually heard these sentences being used💀)

I just cant get over how Tom and AJ are fully invested, they’re following Luke with their eyes and head, nodding along, Tom is watching and smiling like a proud dad while AJ looks like one of those really interested fans who wants to puzzle out all the hidden meanings and plot devices before the end(even tho luke doesn't even know them yet lmaoo)

“Don cicicio.” Tom and Aj’s reluctant chuckles- they did not want to find his joke amusing and Sam’s overly dramatic smack to the wall

Idk why but Luke’s elegant twirl to look at Sam- theres absolutely nothing to it but i love it so much- i rewound and watched it about four times lol

“In new york city.” “whats wrong with our boutique here in ArkAhnsas?” Sam had to clarify quickly his accent lmaoo

“Its good, but its small, and Im so misunderstood!” oooh dramatic luke!

“Woo that is one small man!” It isn't a sfth play without a short joke lol

I reallllyyyy wanna know what Tom and Aj’s side conversation was about😭

Also luke fighting a smile the way he does after every short joke gives me life

Tom whispering something to Aj that makes him shake his head and scrunch his face- i would kill to know what was said omg

“I was dabbing my brow-” Luke gets intensely close and Sam flinches away LMAOOO

Luke moving away smoothly because he knows the next words will not be kind XD

“Im a virgin” LMAOOO

Tom’s frowned smiling face of “really sam?” lmaoo loveeee

Lukes face omfg XD

“Deflowered me on that date” sorry- the first date??!?!??!? Ok…

“Thats right. I picked you like the last dandelion of the season-” SAM! (also Tom’s raised eyebrow and head shake of “oh god” is ICONIC)

“And i blew your seed all over the field-” SAMUEL! Omg… (i was watching this with my friend and we both screamed “AJ!!! TOM!! SOMEBODY PLEASE END THE SCENE!!)(spoiler alert: they did not)

Luke struggling to remain poker faced, Sam breaking halfway through his sentence and looking over at AJ and Tom both in pride and shame, Tom shaking and nodding his head in “yeah no sam come on…” also i assume prior to that he explained??? To aj what was said or smth idk they were talking- again i wanna knowwww what was being said but sigh

“I cant give away the secrets of my clients.” Smooooooth Luke, very smooth way of avoiding having to come up with the plot XD

“Not even to your wife?” oh hello you're female???? Ok… we stan

“Not even to your loving, bumptious, meth-smoking wife?” LMAOOO adoreee and both of them breaking because of it too 😭

“I was in trouble the day i met you” OOOOOHHH!!! Smooth sam. Very smooth wow

Luke’s turn to look at him and Sam’s smug smirk ahhhhh 

Tom, finally sick of not being included lol: *walks in like the hunchback and a turtle???* somehow i see a turtle idk

Sam, getting ready to be emotional lovers with Luke; Im- Tom: *the most raspy, old person voice he can summon* good afternoon Sam, well there go my plans: ok…

“I believe you have a package for me.” Luke fighting a smile, focusing, moving to grab the pants, unsure, doubling back around to look at Tom, curious and also thrown off, waves hand in front of his face LMAOOO

Luke: *very intruiged* are- are you- are you blind? Tom: what a man can or cannot see depends very much on the quality of light with which he is dealing Damn that was poetic- also is he trying to say he’ll be like… sneaky about it? Like if you're discreet ill be discreet, i don't see anything?? Idk but Luke’s expression kills me

Idk who Sam is communicating with in the crowd but its hella cute

“You will receive your payment!....” *silence* its so bad Luke turns around and looks at Sam for help- helppppp

AJ now also sick of not being in scenes and become Tom’s bodyguard lol

Sam confused and laughing at AJ’s just random wandering while Tom and Luke have a scene XD

Sam leaning forward to try and make eye contact with AJ to ask “wtf?” because hes so confused lmaooo

Aj just barely smiling back and just not responding

Tom didn't know he was there helppppppp XD

Tom’s pat pat on AJ’s chest 😭🫠

“Hot diggity darn!” Sam ending the scene before Tom can do one of his just spewing nonsense until someone gets the hint lol- and the way he and aj do a lil dance of who sits where 😭

“Chief i gotta speak to you right now!” AJ’s depressed stand up because he wants to be in a scene and knows hes the one who has to get up, but also he doesn't want to lmao

Luke’s lean forward- ready to join the scene, doubting himself- then going “fuck it” is iconic

AJ starting strong with the New York accent to lay the scene, y'know sometimes they do subtle things like that that the audience doesn't even register- i didn't until just now(my second time watching) and its just because im writing commentary and so i know what was already previously said- hes establishing the New York police department for the arkansas business deal and it flew right over my head the first time- anyway they're really good at the whole subtly expanding the plot and providing context clues for each other that we don't understand but they do ok im going insane resume-

“Would it be better if there were three of us in your office?” Tom saw an opportunity and he took it, we stan

Sam giving up entirely, Luke just laughing and aj keeping a surprisingly straight face- but i've actually noticed that Tom and AJ tend to be the “chaos kings” and will not break whenever the other person pulls something out of their ass because if they take it seriously it makes it worse for the others on stage lol and thats the sort of chaos camaraderie i adore

“Constable doohickey” what a great name Luke, thanks “Well fucking great! Thank you for that!” If you cant hear the way he says it it almost sounds like a genuine thank you lol

“And I was just here because I couldn't work out how to use the door!” Tom I love you, AJ doing chaos camaraderie again, Sam and Luke laughing again

“I need to get on you boys more!” be stricter aj. The words are be stricter. But ok. Interesting word choice..

“Woah!” Sam outright saying it, Luke spinning in a circle with a concerned and confused look on his face lol, and TOM LAUGHING OMG!!!! Its brief but he hears what AJ says- raises his eyebrows and lets out a quick snicker before returning to his mind empty stare lol- also he and AJ share a lil soft laugh together a second later too ahhhh they’re so cute

Tom raising his hand 😭 cutieeee

“Ju-just go through the door!” AJ finally broke, brilliant XD and Tom smiling at his own brilliance i loveeee

“Well actually, it goes both ways” NO. IT DOESN'T. THERES NO SUCH THING AS A TWO WAY DOOR LUKE- i need to calm down

Ajs disappointed and tired chief face rubbing is glorious actually lol

Luke and Sam just watching quietly with smiles as Tom fucking obliterates the original meaning of the scene lmaooo

Tom, seeing that his messing around has kinda diverged the plot and the others might be a tad annoyed: we’re gonna cut all this out in the edit right? Random audience member, full of joy and hope: yeah! Bold words to say Tom, and I fear they did not come true

“Wait you mean it was open- ahh…” Sam almost rips his hair out lmaooo while AJ is so gentle and treats Tom like a small child, awww they’re so cute

Tom wanting to be off stage but now hes in the scene sitting down so he has to maintain the “eyes open, mind blank” face lmaoo

Luke looking between AJ and Sam with such delight to see where they take the plot gives me such joy

“Tony the tailor?” Aj feels like that doesn't sound right but he cant really say anything. “Tony the tailor.” Sam sees no problems. “Heeeees great!” Tom is subtly trying to tell them they fucked up XD

SAM FIGHTING HIS SMILE IS SOOO CUTE

And tom sees and makes eye contact, grins wider and even gives a thumbs up like “yeah that was good huh?” AHHHH

Luke cant let the misnaming go on any longer lmaoo “where you guys talking about TOBY the tailor?” the way Tom’s smile fades when Luke says this makes me think that maybe he also didn't know it was toby lmaoo “cause im pretty sure it was toby.” 

Sam looking to Aj for help, aj just staring back blanking because he is renowned for his lack of name remembrance XD

Luke’s excited jumps when he got it right over Sam lol

“Fuck you doohickey!” Sam’s smile at his immense joy, tom and aj amused

“I fucked your wife!” I feel like thats uncalled for somehow…

AJS FACE!!!! COMPLETELY FLABBERGASTED DID NOT SEE THAT COMING XD

“OK! I need order in my police department!” the stilted movements are perfect *chefs kiss*

“Theres a reason nobody trusts us anymore ok?” “Its-its it-its” “SHUT UP!!” Aj has patience, but its slowly worn thin lmaoo

“I was just gonna say its the racism.. Its not-” AJ UNSURE OF HOW TO DEAL WITH THAT LMAOOO

His shift to sam, back to tom, slow, annoyed smile, back to sam, nope back to tom “sh-shut up!” as luke loses it in the background and sam just watches the chaos unfold

Nevermind he has to join it- “why are you telling the only filipino employee to shut up?” SAM!!!

Tom’s eyebrow jump at the sentence lmaooo and sams shit eating grin

“The haircuts not helping chief.” and its truly never a show without a bald joke too. Tom’s chuckling to himself and face scrunch to the audience to not laugh XD

“Its toby.” completely breaks sam lol

Luke returning to his seat after having planned to reenter the scene to be a dick to sam again lmaooo

“Hey!” Sam’s defeated glance in Tom’s direction like “wtf now tom leave me alone” lol

“Are you sure you know about the comptrollers?” Luke losing his mind, Sam smiling in “ah shit i gave them an opening and they’ll never let go” and aj laughing 

“But you know the letter b and the letter n. I watch sesame street and they say they’re different letters” thats cold tom, and iconic

Luke’s utter delight and Sam’s utter defeat are PEAK

“Detective-” AJ ending sams suffering the joke finally and moving on XD

“Which one of us are you talking to?” “you.” “ok :)” Despite all the gripes, he cant contain his own lil shit tendencies lol

“He seems to be a fan favorite.” Hes not wrong!

AJ’s lil tongue bite and Tom’s waving as Luke just cackles- delightful

“And ill go see why my wifes been fucking other people-” Sam just wants out lmaooo

“Don- the don is our jurisdiction.” “you've forgotten his name havent you-” “yessss.” AJ is annoyed-answering before sam even finishes to cut him off lmaoo-, Sam is a lil shit, Luke is helping out and not even being a lil shit because its aj and its usual, and tom is just there lol

“I really think I should be in this fucking room.” LMAOOOO smooth way to say “you guys cant keep the story straight damn” lol

“You three-” “you want us three, including him*passive aggressive look to Luke who is already questioning his life choices and why on earth sam would let aj chose because of course he’ll pick yes* to go talk to the tailor?” Its ajs turn to be a lil shit and he is thriving this is his territory XD

“I want to face to face with Don Cicicioo myself.” Tom careful with your words- they will make it come true

Sam gives up, Luke is laughing, Tom is making things worse, and AJ cant stop grinning at the stupidity

Sam prepping meth for his own sanity XD

TOM DOING THE DISAPPOINTED DAD HEAD HANG AND NOSE PINCH

AND LAUGHING

Im noticing so many more things the second time around lol. This is delightful(also im here to point these things out to you guys so you don't have to watch it twice if you don't want to lol- thats literally the only point of these, pointing out cuteness and friendship between these four idiot cuties i just get carried away a lot)

Tom leaning over to check on Sam, then leaning back and scrunching his face at Aj- cutie

“Oh ma god- i think this- this stuffs bad. I just saw a tiny bald man-” AJ cant ever escape lmaooo

Aj laughing, Tom doing his DDHH(disappointed dad head hang) *we laugh so we don't cry core*

Aj and Tom talking off stage again- i think this time they’re debating who goes up first, because Tom points to himself and y'know idk

“Im gonna go and throw up in the bathroom.” “you go do that sweetheart” unironically a very sweet relationship lol

“Oh hello.*i love how the captions clarify its a british accent and aj forces a british accent when hes literally british* im just a local british man.” (they're in arkansas) “me too pip pip!” “alright geezer!” If luke wanted to make life easier for himself he shouldn't make such memorable characters lol

The way Sam and AJ stumble over and clarify each others words is toooo cute. “Or as you call them-” “pants.” “pants.” 

“Actually, theres only space for two!” *he thought he was so clever, also AJ’s smile because he thought that was pretty clever too lol* but oh no no no, its Sam’s payback time. “Ill leave!” “NO!” that no came from the depths of Luke’s soul and there is now a deeply sated fond hatred in him because of that lmaoo

AJ GRINNING, AND TOM LAUGHING TO THE POINT WHERE HE ACTUALLY CLAPS AHHHHH CUTIESSSS

Sam’s proud grin, Luke’s slow turn to look at him, a… idk the proper adjective but y'know the smile he has, and Sam’s little head tilt of “thats what you get fucker” iconic

Luke preparing to speak to the point where it breaks both him and aj lmaooo them bending in sync is too cute

“Hey- hey guys! I made it out of the car!” *proud jimmy* Tom you sweet precious summer child i wanna put you in my pocket awwww

“Chief- i just realized? Why did you come with us?” AJ is giggling too much now, Luke broke him XD “I just- I want- I might as well be part of this! Otherwise Ill have to sit on the side for the rest of the show!” poor baby lol (also the way he sways between all three having to touch them all is too cute)

Growing a suddenly harsher british accent to resume the scene when they literally just had their regular british accents on 😭💀

“I thought you were going to stay in the car!” come on luke! Tom was trying to help! (for once whaaaat who said that?)

“Oh i liked him!” Luke… you make it too easy bb😭

Also toms cute lil chuckle 🫠

“I can bring him back!” AJ’s grin the back “no thats alright-” Luke is done lmaooo

“Come back!” “oooh great!” if anyone could ever say any happier words and mean them any less… i don't believe its possible lol

The entire next bit with luke having to measure himself- when he could chose literally anyone else is iconic XD

“I would come with you but theres a door!” Good point. “Ill cover.” Silence. “I get lonely sometimes.” Luke’s surprised smile and Sam immediately ending the scene lmaoo

“The comptroller.” his proud smile… tt tt tt. XD

Aj really wants to be in a scene, becoming a cat, adorable 

[attention seeking meow]

“I've got a new… cat.” Aj regrets his choices but hes committed now lol

Sam’s concern but keeps petting anyway. “Its so sweaty.” Aj and luke’s laugh🫠

AJ rubbing his head on Sam’s shirt LMAOOOO

And luke loosing it, beautiful paired with Sam’s disgust is just gorgeous

“I see you went with one of those egyptian hairless ones.” yet another bald joke, necessary and glorious as always XD

Even Sam is surprised lol. Luke literally throwing his head back in laughter and Tom’s pride at his skilled joke XD

“Its a very muscular cat.” awww tom felt bad and needed to say something nice, precious

“We go to the gym together.” do they actually? Because that’d be adorable

Idk why Aj starts smiling randomly and almost laughs, but hes so pretty

The ways sams arm is just resting on ajs back and aj really just wanted a comfortable surface to nap lol, eyes closed just resting against sam- brb im gonna go cry

“Its a fun wordplay.” It truly is Tom i love when his lil english nerd comes out <333

“Ahhhhh.” Sam’s scream of concern thats really just a soft sound of confusion because what did Tom do

“Meow.” [concerned meow] that was actually a flawless cat sound aj wow

“But fro those thirty seconds!” why does he sound like an infomercial helppp “you're gonna have one hell of a ride!” AJ both laughing and having to be a concerned cat is wonderful

SAM LICKING AJS HEAD WHAAAAT 

I don't know who’s more disgusted- sam or aj lol. Or the audience honestly

“Anyone who thinks they comptrol anything around here-” thats funny wordplay tom- i see you

“And ill make sure you're looked after.” His sloow reach for AJ’s head and just… weirdly, pushing backwards against it 😭

Aj’s slow smirk and then utter and complete break as Tom licks it 😭

Luke trying to start a new scene and Tom just… disgusted XD

[the face of a man who regrets his previous decision] so so so real

Aj laughing when he notices XD

“Why’d you have hair product in?” The genuine confusion- plus Luke’s complete break, Aj’s bend forward in laughter, and I assume Sam’s agreement because he too licked the head 😭 thats a sentence i never thought id write…

“Why is there guilt in your eyes… toby?” Sam’s proud smirk lmaoo

“For remembering a name?” even Sam is shocked that got cheers XD Tom and Aj both laughing at Luke’s outrage. “How low is the fucking bar?” 

“You forget i remembered it while really high on meth!” fair point y'know

Luke and TOM laughing, plus toms DDHH

“Rrrrrrrrrrreaching into your brain.” I appreciate the hand motions to go with it, and Tom’s complete break, snorting and folding, plus a puff up of the cheeks to try and stop the laugh and failing XD

“Im not allowed to cross state lines.” Tom’s pure enjoyment is giving me life, and Luke’s finger wagging of “don't you fucking do this to me sam” is wonderful

I adore every time the boys have to sit down and shuffle its so cute omfg-

“You too Jimmy. Your internship is over.” damn. The audience booing AJ for his choices is iconic and craaazy and i am HERE for it!

Luke also losing it is a nice touch XD

Not a single one of them can fight their grins and it is precious

AJ CLOSING THE CURTAINS AND FLIPPING THE AUDIENCE OFF AGHHHHHH

“I guess even though i made it myself-” THE CROWD IS ABOUT TO RIOT OH GODS AJ RUNNNNN

Why did they randomly start barking? I don't know. I really don't. Great questions. Anyway. 

“There was a second door????” [distressed jimmy] distressed sam too XD

Sam slouching to be the same height as luke😭

Sam and Luke caressing Aj’s cheek with the same??? Hand??kinda…

“Explain yourself!” “i just did!” their shared break ahhh

Luke abusing his power to force Sam to do his hand gestures XD

“I recon you've gotta send-*starts grinning because ohohoho tom you’ll get your wish alright* best officer.” 

“Stop! Him” Sam: *accidentally smacks him* Sorry:(

Tom’s screech as Sam gets revealed- but the way Aj immediately rushes to cradle and soothe him 😭

“MITOSIS!” no ok, the history nerd and english nerd are fine but don't throw biology at me nuh uh i cant deal with this😭

Apparently neither can Aj lol but for a different reason XD

“Its the process of cell division.” y'know as much as they shame him, they all do immediately tend to clarify things he doesn't understand and it is quite cute lol

“Son,” Tom: *immediately jolts into action* Dad? :) Sam and Luke slowly losing it together XD

AJ: shhhh, don't let anybody know about it Tom: *increasingly more incredulous* DAD?!?! I DIDN'T KNOW! Aj: *confused* Luke: *trying to be un lil shit* you didn't? The resemblance- Tom: i've been looking my whole life! Tom: *squealing and shaking* DADDY?!?!?!? Luke and Sam: *looking at each other in, should we join or wait or end???* AJ: *now stressed and confused* I swear we had this conversation earlier on! Tom: *shakes head and entire body* UHHHH!!! I guess I was distracted *no i wasn't but ill make it easier for you jj lol*

“Son!” “daddy!” they're so cute😭

“Son!” “HIIIII DADDY!” sobbing-

“If you're gonna take that Don down single-handed[ly] in a scene that goes on for about three to four minutes, just you and him *sam you ass XD* *everyone smirking at that, even tom* you're gonna need this. Its the strongest meth i know.” “Ok :) !” Injects it right away Sam: thats not- *how would you know sam… how would you know👀*

Oh yay we get Aj the bodyguard again!

AJ: *dies dramatically* Tom: *nahhh fuck that* wailing Robbie, I told you not to do that anymore! Luke: *dies* AJ: *stumbles back on stage* sorry heh. I just had a moment, I apologize- Tom: *surprised he went along with it, even though duh ofc he did lol* oh- *eyebrow raise of delight and mocking* You’re okay? *laughs* Luke: *dying*” AJ: Im totally fine!

Round two: AJ: OH NO!! *dies dramatically, again* Tom: *ready to make it dramatic* wailing robbie come on now… Wailing Robbie? Wailing Robbie whats going on?- AJ: *fuck you Tom I can do it too* ahhhh just got you there! Didn't i?” Tom: *annoyed smile, but admittedly proud* yeah… Luke: *dying* Sam: *mildly, annoyedly, amused lol*

Round Three: Aj: anyway I’ll uh- Sam: Oh god… Aj and Tom: *laugh* Luke: *sits like a majestic diva and chuckles* Tom: go on then answer the door! Sam: *if he doesn't actually die this time i will kill him* Tom and Luke: *anticipation and laughter* Aj: *dies silently because the last two times didn't go so well lmaooo*

ITS TOM AND TOM’S SOLO SCENE YAY

“STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAAAAAW!!!!” get it Jimmy

Sam and Luke losing it XD

“I've got… TEN FINGERS!!!! :)” perfect response Tom, truly

Tom fixing his shirt everytime to switch between characters and Sam’s cackle of appreciation when he notices- which makes Tom smile a lil(also lil face scrunch to not laugh)- is adorable

“You look out of breath son. You sure you wouldn't like to calm down and speak more quietly?” “NO!” Tom just out here making life harder for himself huh lmao

“I THINK!-” [jimmy's well articulated thoughts] AJ and Luke bursting out laughing and Sam’s grin- truly Tom, a work of genius this move, honestly XD

“No get it all out.” [jimmy continues] wow hes got a lot to say “but wai- oh you're not done.” [jimmy has so much to say]

Luke sneaking in the back and Tom’s side eye to the audience because he heard it, but knowing Luke it could be anything and he has no idea what to do lol

Luke licking the knife is so hot for no reason- also idk the time stamps of these, but im assuming Aj did it first in Caesar and Juliet anyway off topic-

Aj’s fold at Luke's escape is tooooo cute XD

Aj the emotional support cat is back

“Ill do it as soon as I get out of this-” perfectttttt ending Tom omfg-

Luke’s lil back pat to Tom in “haha i thought that was funny well done” and Aj’s pat to him too awww

AND SCENE!!!! That was… a wild ride and one I enjoyed very very very much. Chaos and delight and mocking and enjoying each others craft and what they do. Iconic. So sorry it took so long, but better late than never right? I hope… anyway ill start working on Jingle Boys soon and hope you enjoyed!

@snek-of-eden @dawn-speckled @flamingbluepanda -i finally did it, hope you enjoyed<333

[strniohoeee]

Guide

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris takes Y/N ice skating, but she can’t stop falling….(for him). This is based on my request asking for Chris to teach the reader how to skate, and she falls into his arms

Warnings⚠️: Nothing…just super cute once again

Song for the imagine: Are We Still Friends?- Tyler the Creator

“Pleaseee come with me” Chris was begging over the phone

“I don’t know how to ice skate though” I said back to him

“Dude I can teach you” he said in a dumbfounded way

“Why don’t you go with Nate, Matt and Nick?” I asked him

“They don’t want to go with me, and I really don’t want to go alone PLEASE” he yelled the last part

“Chris my ears..” i said to him

“Sorry! But please come with” he said sounding sad

“UGHH fine” I told him feeling defeated

“YES! Okay I’ll be there in 15” he said before hanging up on me

I sighed, and decided to get dressed. Waiting for Chris to come get me. Finally I heard music blasting and tires screeching to a stop, so I knew it was him. He just got his license, and for sure did not know how to drive still

I ran out the door, and into the car

I gave him a side hug as I got in the car

“Hey Chris” I said after I pulled away from the hug

“Helloooo ready to bust your ass” he asked as he put the car in drive and literally skirted off

“Ummm if we make it there, Jesus who was in the car with you when you took your test? A blind person?” I asked laughing at him

“Excuse me that’s not nice” he said looking at me with a sad face

“I’m sorry, but I’m also very serious,” I told him, laughing in his face.

The rink was only 10 minutes from my house. So once we pulled up and parked we hopped out, and headed inside

“Damn there is no one in here” I said as we walked up to the booth to pay for our ice skates

“Well it’s 12pm on a Monday afternoon….who would be here” he asked after paying

“You weird ass” I told him

“Well you’re here with me too, so that makes??? TWO WEIRD ASSES” he said, and we just laughed about it as I shook my head at his stupidity

I put my skates on, and immediately started to regret it…how the fuck am I supposed to skate on ice in these?? Let alone walk to the damn rink

“CHRIS” I yelled as I tried to stand up

He ran over and helped me balance myself

“I’m going to eat shit while we skate, and then you’re going to not be paying attention and skate right over my fingers, and then I’ll have no hands” I said trying to not go skate

“Y/N be for real right now….this is not final destination” he said pulling me with him to the ice

“I’m so scared” I said gripping onto him tightly

“Calm down and relax before your knees lock and you pass out” he said laughing at me

“This is not funny asshole” I said smacking him lightly

He helped me onto the ice and immediately I almost fell

“You are like a newborn deer” he said holding onto me

“In case you haven’t noticed because I know you don’t like to listen, but now you don’t like to use your eyes apparently…IVE NEVER DONE THIS” I told him sarcastically

“I’ll let you go” he said started to back away

“NO! I’m sorry” i said pulling him in tighter

“Take me to the ledge I’m going to hold on” I told him

He brought me to the ledge and I held on, I took my phone out of my pocket, and opened up TikTok

“Since I can’t skate let’s make some tik toks” I told him, at first he rolled his eyes, but then agreed

I started to film the tik tok, and slowly backed away from the camera

“Oh my god I’m doing it” I said as I looked back at him. The countdown went down and we started to lip sync to “I’m real” by Jlo and Ja Rule. I back up into Chris and he grabbed me putting his arm over me to hold me while we lip synced

A few tik toks later I was getting more comfortable skating a little bit.

Chris had it recording and I came up skating behind him, but I got a little wobbly, and I went to grab Chris, but I was falling and I ended up pulling him down with me. Both of our legs went up into the air, and we started dying of laughter. Chris got up dying of laughter and was trying to help me up, but he could not stop laughing

Finally he got me up, and I had hit stop, and slid the phone back into my pocket

“Okay let’s go to center so I can teach you some more” Chris said pulling me to the center of rink with no protection around us

“Okay so first move is how to stop” he said so he started to skate and stopped

“Do exactly that and you will not fall” he said smiling

“Oh my god yes that is so easy” I said in the most sarcastic way

“Just do it” he said rolling his eyes

As I went to stop I continued to slide, and fell right on my ass

“OUCHHHH” I said groaning and trying to get myself up

“Well how about we try a spin?” He asked

“Bitch? A spin? I just ate shit trying to stop and now you want me to become a figure skater” I told him

“It’s easy watch” he did a small spin, and I will say it looked easy, but Chris knew how to skate

As I went to do the spin I lost my balance, and as I went to fall back Chris caught me in his arms.

I looked up at him, and our eyes locked as we stared into each others eyes

“You’re not falling for me now are you?” He asked with a smug expression

I just rolled my eyes and got back up

“Way to ruin the mood” I said looking at him

“There was a mood?” He asked with a dumb look on his face

“Chris can’t you see I like you?? The way I just looked into your eyes, and practically melted” I said looking at him

“Ahhh so you do feel something for me?” He asked smirking

“Chris….” I said sighing

“What if I told you the feelings were mutual?” He asked skating closer to me

“I’d probably kiss you” I said looking at him

“Well in that case I really like you too” he said smiling at me

I turned and crashed our lips together pulling him in by his coat. We both pulled away

“I could do that all day” he said

“What is it with you and corny ass pick up lines” I said laughing at him

“Because they make you laugh, and I love how you look when you laugh” he said back to me

“Stop” I said trying to skate away as I was blushing, but instead I lost my balance and I took Chris down with me again

As we hit the ice with a thud we started laughing. He looked over at me, and kissed me, and I kissed back

“We’re going to have to work on these skating skills if you’re going to date me” he said helping me up

“Well good thing I have a good teacher” I said kissing him on the cheek

“And I have a good learner,” he said, kissing me back.

The End

Once again I hope you liked!!! And I hope that whoever requested this also liked it as much and I loved writing it🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 I have more imagines to write, but I’m almost done 🙏🏽🙏🏽the rest will be uploaded later on today (it’s 1:34am) where I’m at🫢

-J💅🏽

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅

Note: Check Description and other chapters first to understand the story ^^♡

Chapter 2

Bang Chan

Even after asking my family to keep the ceremony simple, they went out of my way to invite people I have never seen in my life.

I just wanted to get this over with, read my vows, kiss her, slide the ring onto her finger and go back home. Not dance, cut the cake and watch her throw the bouquet to see who's next in line for marriage.

Although, there was something about her that I couldn't push out of my mind even after trying so hard. The way her big brown eyes looked at me when we were exchanging our vows or how her lips moved when she spoke.

I was genuinely expecting her to walk away last night when I asked her to sign the contract, but her acceptance to this marriage valid only for a year caught me off guard since I wasn't really expecting her to have the same reason as me, being pressured to get married.

Inheriting the company isn't what I want to do ever but if my father wants his empire to go for generations, I don't really have a choice. I already got the position of COO last year after the previous one resigned and it's not like I'm going to become CEO over night anyway.

I didn't have a single belief in marriage. It was a legal commitment that seemed more like a business merger than anything romantic.

Growing up, I saw it as a cage, restricting freedom and independence. Even after returning home to the States from Europe and taking on more responsibilities in the family company, marriage was never on my agenda. It was my father's idea, a way to stabilize my erratic lifestyle and secure the future of our brand.

"A wife is an important person in your life son. You're 26, you'll be 30 in a nick of time and I want you to settle down and be responsible"

Responsible. My ass. My father's words still haunted my mind and his ultimatum- to touch cigarettes and alcohol after his life threatening surgery gave me no choice but to agree to this arranged marriage.

The ceremony was over, the guests had left, my friends and I were in my suite, sushi and alcohol were spread across the table. I grabbed a piece and put it in my mouth, letting the flavours melt in my tongue.

"Your wife is fucking gorgeous in person" Hyunjin, one of my best friends said, sitting back on the couch, his hand holding a glass of gin, his hair was in a mini ponytail and shirt half unbuttoned.

"Careful Hyunjin," Lee Know warned, sitting on the other side of the same couch and leaned over to grab a piece of sushi. "You don't want to piss off the newlywed. His face looks unbearable as it is."

I scoffed, finishing off my glass of whiskey, the strong liquid burning down my throat. That felt good. "It's fine. It's not a real marriage anyway" I laid my head back of the couch. The weight of the day's events still pressed on me.

"Real or not, she is still your wife. I respect that woman for agreeing to sign that insane contract of yours in the first place" Changbin said from the other side, scrolling his phone and sipping his own glass of wine. The guy sleeps in the fucking gym, his shirt was trying its best not to burst.

"The poor girl looked terrified of you when I handed the rings. Seriously bro why can't you smile for Christ's sake?" Felix looked at me, annoyance spread across his face.

His blue hair felt like a disco ball shinning right in my face. I was already irritated as I am, but I have never gone as far as to getting my tension out on my friends. We have been together for the longest I remember, they are literally part of my family.

"Shouldn't you be with her now? Why the hell are you here?" Lee Know looked at me with a single eyebrow arching up, the rest of the guys, Han, I.N and Seungmin humming in sync.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and got up and poured myself another glass of whiskey, Lee Know shook his head and leaned back on the couch, visibly irritated by my behaviour.

"Dude, just go to her. Whether a year, real or not, she is your wife. Stop being a dick. Plus I don't get it, man. Why go through with this if it's just for a year?" Hyunjin said glaring at me, I could not understand why the guys were more pissed at this than I am.

Shouldn't I be worrying about her, which I am clearly not, their irritations annoyed the fuck out of me.

"It's complicated okay?" I said taking a deep breath and getting off the couch, holding my glass and tidying my shirt. "Dad's health, family issues, I didn't have any other choice."

I walked over, crossing them towards the balcony, letting the night's breeze hit my face. The air felt like icicles piercing my skin, I sighed and looked back at the guys who got engrossed in their own conversation, probably scolding me although I didn't care.

I probably was being a dick, but I didn't give a shit. She wasn't interested in this marriage and so wasn't I, why even bother trying to play husband and wife when nobody was looking? We only had to pretend in front of the family during the events for a year and after a year we can part ways mutually.

That was the deal. She read the contract and signed it.

The beach view outside was serene, the moonlit waves glowing with a calm vibrancy that seemed at odds with the cold, hollow feeling inside me. Seagulls called faintly in the distance, and life went on as if everything was normal. As if my world hadn't just been turned upside down.

I took a sip from my glass, the alcohol burning its way down my throat, and let the sound of the waves drown out my thoughts. For a moment, I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze wash over me, hoping it would clear my mind.

A soft clap on my shoulder brought me back to my senses, Han stood next to me, running a hand through his hair as he looked at me. "Look dude, we get it alright. This isn't what you wanted and you're doing this for the sake of your father," I looked at him, the grip around my glass tightening, his hand remained on my back.

"But still, she is part reason why your dad's nagging and stress is off your shoulders at least for a year. So go to her. At least get to know something about her. What will you do if some relative of yours comes to you and asks something about you both? You know how nosey families can be. Are you going to remain like a lifeless statue in front of them?"

I arched an eyebrow at him but he was right. I had to know something about her. All I knew about her was her name and she is twenty four. I put my hand on his shoulder and gulped down the remaining liquid in my glass.

"Fine. I'll go. Just don't break any shit in here after getting drunk or something."

Han chuckled at my response and took the glass from my hand. I went back inside and grabbed my coat off the bed and headed towards the door.

"Good luck bro" I.N, our youngest of our group wished me luck as if I was going to sit for an entrance exam to Harvard.

I chuckled softly and shook my head at him, "Bye guys, see you later."

I said as I closed the door to my suite behind me and headed to the elevator, the doors slid open, if I didn't forget, her suite was one floor above mine. I reached the floor in less than 10 seconds and walked to her suite at the end of the hall and softly knocked on the door.

I don't know what the hell was I expecting to see behind the door, but it surprised me when Aria greeted me. Her hair was let down lose drapping over her shoulders, she was wearing a night robe and for the first time I saw her bare face without any make-up on and she looked flawless.

"Oh, hello" She greeted, looking calm and surprisingly composed despite the circumstances. Her eyes, though, held a flicker of curiosity and perhaps a hint of uncertainty.

"Hi," I said trying to match her calm demeanor as I switched my coat from my left to the right. "Can I come in?"

She stepped aside, allowing me to enter. The suite was tastefully decorated, reflecting a sense of understated elegance. I noticed a book lying open on the coffee table, a glass of water beside it. It seemed she had been trying to unwind, just like I had but with literature instead of alcohol.

"Don't you have anyone over?" I asked as I turned to look at her behind me. We were almost the same height, she was just a few inches shorter than me, her honey skin glowed under the lights with her big brown eyes locked with mine.

"My sister and 2 friends were over but they just left like 30 minutes ago" She said, looking at me and then walking past me to the mini bar. "Would you like something to drink?" She asked.

"No thanks. I just had a few drinks. I came over to talk" I maintained my tone neutral, trying not to scare her off like Felix reminded me. Her gaze met mine again but my eyes directly fell on a little robe. It fit perfectly on the right places, a slight cleavage was visible, I couldn't supress a smirk as I examined her body.

She looked like she'd be absolutely perfect beneath my palms, her lips looked so soft, I just wanted to forget everything and take her right here.

What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!

Aria probably felt my gaze making her uncomfortable, she instinctively put her hands over her stomach. I looked up, her eyes were already on me.

"You can take a seat" She gestured towards the couch.

"So," I placed my coat on her bed and looked at her as she sat down a few feet away from me, almost at the other end of the couch.

Oh for fuck's sake. I'm not a devil.

"It looks like we don't know anything about each other, I thought we could get to know about us and also about the agreement. Although you did read my terms last night. We pretend we are a happy couple in front of our families..." I spoke, she just nodded and hummed.

"Are you afraid of me?" She looked up from the ground as I asked her that, her gaze holding an emotion I couldn't decipher.

"No," Aria shook her head and fisted her hands on her knees. "I'm not afraid of you" She said, refusing to meet my gaze.

"Then why are you reacting like I'm going to harm you?" Her eyes widened at my question. I scoffed and touched my temple.

"Look Aria, I'm your husband and even if it's just for a year, I'm not going to do anything against your will." I said coldly, trying to keep calm.

"Yes I understand. We can pretend in front of our families as per your contract and part ways mutually once it ends." She said keeping her eyes on me.

"Exactly," I replied, feeling a slight relief that we were on the same page. "We'll be cordial, attend family events together, and keep up appearances. But when we're alone, we can live our own lives."

She nodded, her expression softening slightly. "I can handle that. It actually makes things easier."

"Good." Even though she sat at the other end of the couch, she felt like she was close to me. Her chest rose and fell in each breath, she was definitely afraid of my presence even if she tried to hide it. Her suite had the scent of elegant roses and vanilla, for some reason I liked it.

"Now that we have that settled, why don't we talk a bit about ourselves? It'll make pretending easier if we know a little more about each other."

She seemed to relax at the suggestion. "Alright, what do you want to know?"

"What's your favourite book? I noticed you were reading when I came in.

A small smile tugged at her lips. "I have a lot of favorites, but if I had to pick one, it would be 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen."

"Ah, a classic," I said, nodding appreciatively, even though I had absolutely no interest in Literature. "I haven't read it, but I've heard good things."

"You should try it. It's more than just a love story, really"

I felt her comment had a double meaning towards me but I brushed it away. "Will do" I said as I rested my arm on the head of the couch.

We continued to exchange small details about our lives— favorite movies, hobbies, places we'd like to visit. It was surprising how easily the conversation flowed, and I found myself enjoying getting to know her. Her voice was elegant and soothing, with a calmness that put me at ease. Which was very unusual for me.

"Okay then I'm leaving," I got off the couch, my voice going back to it's neutral tone. "We're going to my place tomorrow in the morning, so be ready by 9:00." I said as I walked over to her bed to grab my coat.

She nodded and didn't speak anything until I was at her door.

"Good night. See you tomorrow"

"Good night" She said, closing the door, leaving me in alone in the empty, silent corridor. I walked to the elevator and to my suite, when I entered, the guys had already left.

I took a quick shower and changed into my shorts and got on the bed. My mind drifted back to our conversation, Aria seemed more easy to get along than I had expected.

But in that moment I didn't realise that I might get attatched to her more than I wanted to.

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Thank you for reading!

xx,Ivyy

Next Chapter

[lolitawestcoast]

I rarely write or post things on social media because I am more of an “observer”, but after finishing season 2 of HOTD, I realised that I, too, want to share my “unpopular opinions” (as some may say they are) with the world. I guess I got inspired by all of you whom I follow and whose posts I consistently read that are truly in sync with what I think about the show overall, especially the greens and other characters I like.

So you are welcome to read this rant/ mini essay and give your two cents about the topic. I will be discussing a few characters who I have firm opinions about and what I think we should actually focus or take away from the series.

I will start with my personal favourite, Alicent Hightower. I swear I am in minority when I say this, because all the people that I know (including close people and friends) dislike/hate her and that’s totally fine, nobody should force others to like a character but the way they talk about her (all completely stupid arguments that miss the mark) as if she’s this insufferable, evil, bad mother. She is so layered, so tragic, ugh, it makes me sick to my stomach thinking about what Viserys himself has put her through, not ONLY Otto. I say this because a lot of the conversations I’ve had with others NEVER acknowledge his part in her trauma and when I mention it I am immediately shut down, it’s kind of sad and disturbing.

In their opinion, Alicent is a BIG part of what happened leading to the war. Excuse me? Have you seen season 1? Have you followed the plot at all? That woman is a victim. I’ve been reblogging and reading a lot of people’s posts here that were completely spot on about how many sacrifices she has made as she puts it herself (“What have I done, but what was EXPECTED of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law.”) While Rhaneyra gets to do all she wants (“While you flout all to do as you please”) with no consequences because the king favours her and turns a blind eye to her actions, forever defending her even if he CLEARLY knows (and sees) what’s in front of him.

For example, that whole Alicent-Rhaneyra confrontation in season 1 was such a divisive discussion in my family, ugh, I felt like Alicent herself against everybody saying that she wasn’t in the right but you know what? She totally was. I would have had the same reaction (“Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s TRAMPLED under your pretty foot again!”) Her life as a queen was forced on her by the MEN around her. What do you expect? How is she supposed to just take what’s happening to her and not stand up for herself and her child whose eye was fucking SLASHED. Aemond lost an eye. I just know, as a mother, I would have gone FERAL. No doubt. How can she not ask for justice, an eye for an eye (“And now you take my son’s eye and to even that you feel entitled.”) Couldn’t have said it better myself. Later on, when Aemond kills Lucerys, Rhaneyra herself wants “a son for a son”. Isn’t that the same philosophy? Why is Alicent unreasonable when she is asking for Lucerys’ eye in that moment? I don’t see much of a difference. This is one of the examples where I can’t look away and just hate someone like others do, because she has a point.

Another example is when Rhaneyra tells her that she doesn’t want to be “trapped in a castle” and “made to squeeze out heirs”. I swear, when they showed Alicent’s face after that line, I had tears in my eyes, I felt like I wanted to hold her because she DID NOT need to hear that, it was cruel. She broke my heart so many times, I almost want to say I rarely feel this way about a character in a show: “Sadness is a condition of motherhood”. My dearest Alicent, THEY WILL NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU.

Is she a bad mother as they say? Not at all. Would a bad mother literally SHIELD Aegon with her body when threatened with a DRAGON? Would a bad mother (again) use her body to protect her daughter Helaena from the smallfolk during the riots? Would she stand up for Aemond and DEMAND justice, putting herself in danger as well as in a unfavourable position with the king as a bad mother? HOW DOES SHE NOT LOVE HER CHILDREN? I mean, I have a mother who would do the EXACT same thing for me, literally take a bullet for her child. And like Alicent, my mother has her flaws, she’s been through things in life beyond my understanding (having an abusive husband), so she isn’t perfect, but she loves me with all her heart nonetheless. She has projected some things onto me and has hurt me many times with her words, like Alicent sometimes does with Aegon, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him. Even after the incident with Aemond happens, she regrets her actions, mainly slashing Rhaneyra’s hand: “It was an ugly thing, I regret it”. Otto is then the one who praises her for what she has done: “And yet, I’ve never seen that side of you, my daughter…We play an ugly game.” Once again, he is the mastermind, using Alicent as a pawn in his search for power. She is not power hungry herself.

I think it’s hard for her sometimes to look at her children, especially Aegon I think, her firstborn, whom may I remind you she had VERY YOUNG, a child herself and not see her whole grief, trauma and abuse through him. The way Emily has portrayed young Alicent, specifically in that scene where she holds her baby and she just looks defeated, sad, depressed, EXHAUSTED. While Rhaneyra gets to have children with whom she pleases (Harwin Strong is someone who she loves and cares about, judging by the loving and tender looks they give each other in some scenes) because she has an open marriage and she was lucky enough to get that. Nothing was forced on her. She had the freedom to look for her own suitors, a thing that Alicent calls “romantic” because in her mind, she would have absolutely dreamed to do the same.

Moreover, how can you say that Rhaneyra and Alicent don’t have love for each other? They make that CLEAR in the show so many times with small, beautiful details (the page, their 2 conversations from season 2, beautifully acted by Olivia and Emma). Didn’t Alicent vehemently defend Rhaneyra against the “claims” made by Otto that her and Daemon got into some inappropriate actions together? Even though his informer was right. She believed her and vouched for her to the king. She has never been jealous of her in that sense. She was envious perhaps of her freedom, yes, for sure, but who wouldn’t be, given her situation. She still loved and cared for her deeply.

When Otto is dismissed as hand and they have that conversation in the rain where he enforces on her that she has to prepare Aegon to be king because Rhaneyra will put her children to the sword otherwise, because she will be challenged by Aegon; the manipulation from Otto she has received time and time again runs deep into her adulthood. After he leaves she is alone at court, nobody in her corner. She doesn’t realise she is being used as a pawn in a man’s power games, but she becomes paranoid and determined to defend her own family. Cut to the wedding scene: after she finds out about Rhaneyra’s indiscretion with Cole, she fully embraces the colour green, representative of the Hightower house, subtly declaring war by showing up in that beautiful gown in the middle of the king’s speech (an iconic, awesome scene if you ask me). At that point, she was disappointed, angry and possibly fed up with her having to honour her duty as a queen, while her dearest friend lies and gets away with things. As much as you love and care for someone like that, you cannot overlook their wrongdoings.

I’ve also seen that she was called a “bitch” for wanting to see Rhaneyra’s child immediately after giving birth. However, she didn’t want HER to come to Alicent physically and show the baby, it was after all, Rhaneyra’s decision to go. Being her third child and Alicent probably seeing the other 2, of course she wanted to see for herself if he’ll look the same. She is the only one pointing out that they are bastards and everybody KNOWS IT. Her husband, Cole, all the people at court, hell even Harwin’s father. It is so blatantly obvious; it’s actually hilarious how Viserys dismissed Alicent and everybody who brought it up, which is fair enough from their perspective, even for Vaemond when they are discussing the succession of Driftmark. How can one NOT be frustrated? How can she not be furious? Later on, when the king states “Anyone who dares question the legitimacy of my grandsons, should have it (their tongue) removed” as Rhaneyra looks at Alicent with some sort of entitlement and power: “Thank you, father”. The rage I felt for her in that moment was so intense, because it is so unfair.

Here is another hard pill to swallow for some: Viserys has divided his family by always favouring his first daughter (he even refers to her as his “only daughter/child). He wants peace in his family but all he does is create “war”, hate, resentment, bitterness etc. Maybe he wasn’t Viserys “the peaceful” after all, at least not when it came to his own family. Never acknowledged or cared for his other 4 children he has with Alicent which in turn made them (particularly Aegon and Aemond) the way they are. Aegon even mentions how his father “didn’t like him”. Can you blame him? He yells in his face when Aemond’s eye incident happens, doesn’t give A DAMN about the fact that his son , “HIS BLOOD” , had lost an eye because he cares more that his precious daughter’s sons were insulted: “MY SON HAS LOST AN EYE FOR AN INSULT?” Yes Alicent, I was in fact, also enraged when that happened. How does nobody look at that man and see what he has done to his own family? Maybe HE has more of a role in the dance later on, together with Otto and other MEN who plotted the usurping. Maybe things would have been different had he been a better father/husband. But they sure like to blame the woman, the “scorned bitch” who’s jealous of Rhaneyra.

Even so, despite all this, make no mistake, the love and affection between the two women never fades away. That scene from season 1 episode 8, where she softly squeezes her hand (ironically the same one that has the scar she inflicted on her) and lovingly tells her not to leave after their children have an argument. You can feel their chemistry: it’s like they found each other again, after such a long, tumultuous time, at last, Rhaneyra and Alicent together like old times. That whole dinner scene was so peaceful, literally the calm before the storm. The poison runs deep in the family, it can’t be erased just like that, in one night. You can see that whatever foundation Viserys thought he had built within his family and the realm, it all crumbled down in the end.

Alicent needed someone to support her and remind her that it is NOT her fault: what happened to her, that she was used, abused and her innocence stolen from her. She was so desperate for this.

I won’t even have enough time to write everything here about Alicent’s life, at least nothing that hasn’t already been said (beautifully put by others that I read so far, you are all making me feel seen by the way!❤️)

Maybe I am too emotionally attached to her, but I can’t understand the constant hate she gets from CERTAIN people. It is so frustrating to try and explain everytime all the details in the scenes with her to others, I guess it doesn’t matter in the end. “It’s just a fictional character” they say; yes, indeed. I get very passionate sometimes because I was a film student and movies/tv shows are and will forever be my life and I am always analyzing all the details (force of habit, because I had to do this a lot for my assignments).

I don’t even have a side (team green, team black) fuck that nonsense. Personally, that strategy marketing which HBO constantly tried to shove down our throats is just bullshit; in the end, NOBODY (except Helaena) is truly a role model or a “hero”. The whole idea of this entire show and its events is about the smallfolk and the dragons who are nothing but collateral damage in this foolish civil war. While the privileged fight for a throne, the others suffer, the real innocents.

When I watch the show, I don’t even care about childish things like taking sides, like this is just a basic argument between two people, I just have a couple of characters that I root for or feel close to because they speak to me in a very specific manner. Also, the actors are tremendously talented so they literally make the characters compelling, maybe beyond what they get on the page of that script (which sometimes it’s not much or enough, if you ask me).

Hopefully I am not alone and I’ve seen here that I am not (I almost feel like part of a community at this point🥹), but in general I prefer the team green characters (which DOES NOT mean that I dislike or hate anyone in team black), I just think they are more complex, fucked up, relatable, and acted so damn well (although EVERYBODY in that cast is exceptional). I think I like the whole “dysfunctional” family vibe the greens have.

That being said, I like Rhaneyra as a character, for sure, I don’t dislike her at all, but I don’t know if I like what they are doing to her, script wise. Emma is exceptional in their portrayal of the character with what they are given anyway, but the writers are certainly making her more seem like the “hero” of the story, although I can see she has a lot of flaws. She is FAR from perfect. What I gathered from her as a character is that she is quite hypocritical in many aspects, especially when it comes to Alicent. In certain scenes in season 2 for instance, she points fingers at her for the things Rhaneyra herself has done. Blames her for starting this war when in fact, it wasn’t Alicent.

Unfortunately some fans are way too biased and are so blinded by what the show is feeding them to see and acknowledge her wrongdoings and see beyond this “rightful heir” tag she has. I am starting to see more interesting and complex things from Rhaneyra, mainly from season 2 and I am hopeful to see what’s in store for her in season 3. Although, I’ve always seen her as someone more nuanced, thanks to Milly and Emma’s stellar performances. She isn’t very likeable to me, because I see through her, for what she is. But I like when she gets more like her book counterpart (if you know what I’m saying). I like to see that: more complexity.

Furthermore, I was absolutely gutted when Rhaenys died (she really should have been queen🫡), what a great character. I love that Jacaerys got some more personality in the last few episodes of season 2, because I wasn’t convinced before of him as a solid character. This also leads me to the idea that Rhaneyra is definitely a bit selfish in pursuing her claim to the throne and totally overlooking his (valid) feelings towards the other bastard Targaryens claiming the dragons. I loved his speech and how he stood up for himself in a way.

You have to objectively look at these characters most of the time while watching the show and it is truly unfortunate that many people in the fandom are so blindly biased and defensive of some of their favourites, especially Rhaneyra because I see that happening mostly with her. You can’t judge them, but god forbid you tell them you like the greens, especially Alicent, Aemond (even Ageon) or Cole (speaking from my own experience) then you are definitely going to be judged because they are somehow seen as the antagonists of the show.

In my humble opinion, the show DOES NOT have protagonists or antagonists because like I’ve mentioned before, that’s not the point at all. Each one of us has their own “favourite war criminal” and that’s that. Let us, the audience just enjoy supporting the characters we like and stop judging each other. This is not real life, it’s not that deep. I like when I talk to someone and they express their love and passion for a character, even though I don’t feel the same, it’s quite nice to do that without criticising and getting into an argument with that person. We respect each other’s opinions and move on.

Anyways, went on a bit of a tangent there but moving on, Baela is also a character I like a lot, because I need somebody that supporting and wise in life by my side, for real. She is a gem. When she says something, I listen.

I know this might sound odd but I don’t actually HATE anybody in this show. I can say I dislike Daemon for pretty well known reasons at this point, no need to list them here, although I don’t feel hate for him necessarily. I am raising my eyebrow a bit at how Aemond turned out so far, although I still think that Ewan made him one of the coolest, most compelling characters in the show, especially in season 2. He is a delight to watch because his presence on screen is just THAT fucking gripping. I still see him as an underdog, especially looking back at his childhood and what happened to his eye and all that. I still feel for that child, for how he was bullied and undermined. I can’t completely overlook the things that happened to him which lead to the events of season 2. Although, as a book reader, I am a bit disappointed in some of the writing regarding his character (a discussion for another day).

This is a big one, but I also didn’t get why SO MANY people HATE Criston Cole, like he’s actually universally the most hated character in the show so far (based on how Fabien Frankel himself was harassed on his instagram which breaks my heart). It is such a sad, but funny thing to see at the same time.

This guy is certainly NOT the worst character in the GOT universe; if you rewatch GOT (which I’m currently doing) he really is no match for some people you see there. He was clearly wrong in many aspects in this show, especially with the event of Blood and Cheese and what followed. I would say that I disliked his behaviour and I certainly did not align with many of his actions and opinions at certain points in the show, although I do feel that he is remorseful and has had quite the journey in season 2. By the end of this season he went through quite a horrific experience (the battle at Rook’s Rest) which I think changed him mentally and you can see that, courtesy of Fabien’s great performance (when he has that conversation with Gwayne in season 2 finale, which I loved).

I’ve seen the memes with him and the constant topic being brought up of him being “bitter” and hung up on Rhaneyra because she turned him down when he suggested that they should run away together, but I don’t even think it goes on for too long, at least in his mind. Yes, he calls her names and talks shit about her at times (indirectly) but I think later on he’s moved on from that, at least since he started to be more intimate with Alicent (who he says is the “beacon” he follows) because rightfully so, she saved his life in many ways, I guess literally and metaphorically. He doesn’t have time to think about his bitterness towards Rhaneyra anymore, with all that has taken place since they had that encounter, at least I don’t think so.

He has had quite the journey and at this point I just think the hate and the jokes are getting old and more like, there is no other character we can hate so we are all pointing fingers at “Crispin” as I’ve seen and heard people call him. I just can’t even bring myself to hate him, I respect how smart he is and how skilled in battle he proved himself to be. Surely he is not as one dimensional as people are making him out to be. Yes, the memes are funny and all that, but some people are too mean spirited, it makes me think they are projecting a little bit too much. Even Fabien himself is moved when somebody praises his character or says something nice about him (I saw that in an interview some time ago, he was genuinely happy someone complimented him because he has seen the hate and I just wanted to go through the screen and hug him, he is so kind, bless him). Give him a break guys, please.

Again, this might be quite an unpopular opinion, but isn’t Cole justified in a way to be upset and resentful over what happened between him and Rhaneyra? Wasn’t he used that night to satisfy her needs and quite frankly her frustration because she didn’t get what she wanted from Daemon? She could care leas about him as a person, about his honour, his duty. Most of the time she was too carefree and ignorant of these concepts. Wasn’t there a power imbalance between them? He tried to resist, he didn’t pursue her. What was he to do? I wondered often what would have happened if he denied her that night.

After their affair, he asks her to run away with him (which I admit it was a bit funny the way he put it, to leave behind her privileged life to go somewhere and sell oranges or whatever) but in that moment, the way she looks at him and answers, I’m sure broke his heart, because he thought she might have feelings for him. I didn’t even see them as simply having “sex” but more like “making love”, it was quite tender and beautiful. I don’t think he was wrong in assuming that, after all, they were each others’ firsts. He feels hurt, cheated and used: “So you want me to be your whore?”. I can’t lie, I felt for him in that moment. Everything he had to his name, as he says, was taken from him. Can we not feel some sympathy for this man? Is he not justified in thinking that Rhaneyra is “a cunning spider”? As far as he is concerned, she has fooled him and stolen his honour, left him with nothing to his name. He was already by the standards of those times, a nobody.

Can we just be reasonable as an audience and just stop following others like sheep on this “chain” of hate?

Don’t even get me started on Aegon. I won’t even expand here why I also never hated him (although I want to make it CLEAR that I DO NOT condone what he did in the show, under NO circumstances) even though again, I am disappointed on how his character was changed from the books (if you know, you know). I feel he has been treated unfairly just like his mother and there are a lot of reasons he is the way he is. Like I said, too much to get into. But once again I praise the actors for giving such nuanced performances, THEY are making the characters come to life.

I feel I already said too much and I don’t want to get into the book and the parallels with GOT because I would have to write a thesis then and this has already become an essay.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you, I appreciate you reading this; it is my first time posting something like this. I don’t really post my opinions online because the internet is mean and toxic but I really wanted to get this off my chest. Maybe in hopes that someone else shares the same views (which I think we’ve established there are quite a few people here on tumblr who do). I am so excited to read more posts/opinions and hopefully be part of healthy discussions about this show and its characters. Please be respectful.

[teddyissi]

Cramp Up, Boys

(this is a slight joke hazbin fic, but not.)

- also warning, this is hazbin hotel so of course its gonna have swearing, suggestive/adult content/adult jokes lol. not recommended for minors to read. one more thing, CW for talk about periods/a bit of misogyny on Valentino and Vox's part. not that i think they are canonically but i made them like that for this fic and plus i think if not adam, they're the men from this show i think would be more likely to be like that lmao -

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One day, in the meeting room of V Tower…

Vox - "Laughing and talking with Valentino. And- get this! This bitch said that she should get a day off! Because of her period. Can you fuckin' believe that? Ahhh… brings tears to my eyes. Heh…"

Valentino - "Ahaha, oh Voxy! You're sooo devious.~ I like it."

Vox - "I mean hey, I'm not gonna risk fucking… losing money, just because she's dealing with some insignificant little 'cramps'. I've had so many god damn instances like this, that I just feel like they're making up this bullshit at this point."

Valentino - "I think you're right.~ After all, if it did exist, it couldn't be more painful than an erection in tight pants."

Velvette, having been previously scrolling mindlessly on her phone, had her attention caught by the offensive turn in their conversation, slowly turning her head up to the two demons.

Velvette - "Excuse me… what the fuck??"

Valentino and Vox, confused and slightly startled by Velvette suddenly speaking up, said "what?" in sync.

Velvette - "She slammed her phone down on the long meeting table, sitting up in her seat. Did I really hear what I just heard from you two fuckheads?"

Vox - "Jeez, Velvette. The hell is your problem?"

Velvette - "She slowly stood up, stomping over to Vox and slamming her hands down on the table in front of him. So it doesn't bloody exist, hmm?? And how come there's multiple ladies here complaining to you about them, Vox? And why the fuck do you think the period cramp simulator exists??"

Valentino - "Soft laughter. Cramp simulator? That sounds absolutely ridiculous. Why would anyone desire that?"

Velvette - "She walked around the table and stood between the boys that still sat in their seats, gesturing to both of them as she spoke. So you dumbass men can experience exactly what it's like for us 'bitches'."

Vox - "Not buyin' it, Vel. He said, tapping casually on his phone."

Velvette - "Oh, okay. Alright, fine. You want me to prove it? Because I bloody fucking will. I have a period cramps simulator right in my room. I'll bring it right back in here."

Valentino - "Come on now, Velvette. I think you're overreacting."

Vox - "Yeah. I mean, is this really necessary, my dear? He chuckled, almost nervously."

Velvette - "She smirked, leaning forward towards Vox as she folded her arms. What? You turnin' into a bunch of pussies now?"

Vox - "He huffed, his hands clenching into fists. Fucking- okay you know what?? Fine! Fucking fine. Let's just get this shit over with, yeah Val?"

Valentino - "He sighed without looking up from one of his guns, as he was sprinkling some glitter on it. Alright then."

Velvette wasted no time, and she rushed to her office/room, coming back quickly with the simulators (she has more than 1 of course).

When she put them on the boys, she grinned with a wicked anticipation.

By the time the simulators were set to the highest level, Valentino was curled up on the floor, covered in his own tears and snot, while Vox (sitting on the floor but still technically sitting at the table. He fell out of his chair) was tightly hugging his lower stomach, his free hand grabbing at nothing on the table, creating rough claw marks as he desperately tried to hold in the tears that began to cloud his vision.

Meanwhile, while all this was happening, Velvette was back sitting in her seat, scrolling on her phone with a pleased smile on her face.

She revelled in the sounds of their pain.

Maybe women do go through this after all.

THE END 😊

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(this is a silly idea i got just earlier since my period started today and i was going through some REALLY painful cramps and this idea came to me when i was watching videos of men trying the period cramps simulator thing while trying to make myself feel a bit better about the pain i was experiencing. and also to clarify i fucking LOVE Vox and simp so hard for him, buuut i thought the idea of him and Val shitting on women complaining about cramp pains and then being put in the cramps sim would be insanely funny. i also kinda wrote this to make other gals or pals with uteruses, hopefully also feel better if they're going through this BS as well lol. Anyway I'll stop yapping, hope you guys enjoyed this! And you're welcome to make requests for other hazbin (or tadc, thats my other obsession rn!) stuff I should write, even tho I don't really write fanfiction much but I can still try! I wanna get into writing more fanfic anyways haha.)

[pocket-watcher]

Curious to know what you might cook up with the phrase "Face your fears head on."

While the scenario in my head wasn't hypnosis related, I wanted to see if there was a way to give it some sort of hypnotic spin

Hi anon! I think I know how to spin this!

Li was always in control, and that’s how he liked it.

He was his own boss, his own teacher, he cooked his own food (because who else could make it just the way he liked it), and he most definitely would never have picked this as an activity on the company retreat.

“Sandra, when I said we needed activities to help us grow as people I meant more meditation or a culture tour or literally anything fucking else.”

“That isn’t very professional, Li.” Sandra bit back, keeping her fake smile around the other employees.

“Screw professionalism, this is psychological torture.”

The man standing in front of them was Devon. Devon was some drugged-up hippie who was convinced he was “born in the wrong generation” and who Sandra had hired to help them all “face their fears head on”.

“Everyone please give Carly a big round of applause for facing her fear of water! You did so well.” Devon applauded, setting off the whole group.

Carly had managed to progress from the shallow end of the pool to the deep end in one afternoon. Jacob had stood up and presented infront of the whole group and made eye contact the whole time. Sandra had held a spider for 30 seconds. Fucking Todd Howers had even zip-lined.

All were easy fears to conquer. Li could swim, held meetings infront of 100+ people weekly, lived in Australia for 6 months, and back in college he went cliff diving to impress some German guy he dated for like two weeks.

So, why had he been hiding at the back of the group the past three days?

“Boss man! Looks like it’s your time to shine.” Devon’s chillaxed wave beckoned him to his doom.

“Sandra I’m not fucking doing this.” He swore under his breath, smiling and walking forward.

“Come on down. So, what do you think is your biggest fear?”

“Meetings with finance!” Todd fucking Hower called from the back of the group, sending a laugh through the crowd.

Li forced a laugh, “I guess it would have to be heights.”

A lie. No one here knew that though. Simple. Easy. He could fake a fear of heights for an hour or two and then be rewarded a brave hero when he came back to the group, cheap, plastic medal pinned to his $300 shirt.

“Heights! My man, you and I are going to take a little trip to the zip line me-thinks.” Devon’s laughter grated against Li’s ears.

The two headed over to the jeep and waved the group off as they retired back to the open bar.

“Alright, to the zip line!” Li feigned enthusiasm.

“Not so fast Boss man. Don’t think I don’t know you were lying. That’s why,” he put the car into park, “we’re not going anywhere.”

Devon locked the door to the car.

Li, keeping his cool, tried the door handle. The windows. Nothing.

“Okay… what is this.”

“This is your fear, man! A lack of control.” Devon turned in his seat to face Li.

“I told you. My fear is heights.”

“Sure it is, pal, now. Just let this wash over you. Fear is just our body trying to keep us from danger. You don’t think I’m dangerous, do you Boss man?”

Li did think this hippie who’d locked him in his car was indeed dangerous.

“Just relax. Deep breath in and out. Nice and chill…” Devon in his stupid surfer accent huffed out.

Li was fine. He didn’t fucking need to relax, okay? But the more time he spent staring at Devon’s idiotic breathing the more he synced up with the man.

In and out.

Deep.

Relaxed.

Huh, maybe it was kind of like meditation.”

“There you go! See, not so bad, huh?” Devon said with a laid-back smile.

Li felt a little lightheaded. He struggled to focus his eyes on Devon.

“Yeah… so are you going to unlock the door or…?”

“Nah, can’t let you go out wandering or anything with an altered state of mind.”

“Right, right - wait, what?!”

“Shhhhh… don’t you feel good right now? You just gotta give in and let the lack of control wash over you man.”

In and out.

Like waves rolling over a shore.

“I… I don’t know…”

“Come on, the company’s not going to implode if you’re not watching over them for five minutes. Just chill out here with me, yeah?”

Li’s head spun. The car was so warm and inviting. And Devon was hired by Sarah, so he must be trustworthy. Hm.

“Chill out with…”

“That’s it. Relax deeper. That brain of yours doesn’t need to be in corporate-mode right now, does it?”

“Nno…”

“Just let Devon take care of you, yeah?” The man leant Li’s car seat back.

Li let his eyes slowly close.

A while later, he returned to the others, shiny medal proudly piercing his imported cotton shirt. He smiled and recounted his triumph over the “zip line”.

He also finally gave Sandra that raise she’d been after. And agreed to let Carly lead that big project. And even shook Todd Hower’s hand proudly.

Devon waved goodbye to the group, proud of their progress, and especially proud of a certain control freak who now was simply, well… a freak.

[moonshine999]

Making Pancakes

Day : 2

Ship : Helaegon (Helaena x Aegon II Targaryen)

AU : modern

Dividers by @cafekitsune

The day was well into motion and the sun was at its peak above. The only bad thing about waking up in the middle of the day is to have the bright sun and a glaring wife in front of you, first moment of wake.

“Morning sweetheart.” he drawled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. The next thing he felt was a pillow thrown at his face.

“Morning?! Morning? It is 2 pm, your highness!”

“You know what I mean..”

Hela eyed him up and down in frustration. She huffed and turned to leave the room with one last scream “You’re making the bed today!”

He fell back against the pillow and watched her walk away. She was adorable when she was upset. He slowly dragged himself out of bed, damn near falling against the cold floorboards in his efforts to do so. And then, his stomach growled. Loudly. Heh. Great.

He wobbled to the living room, deliberately ignoring the death stare his wife gave him. “Soo darling-“

“Put a fucking shirt on.” “You’ve seen worse..it’s alright. The point is-“

“Did you make the bed?” she asked with an eyebrow raised. “Heh of course not. I just wanted to ask what’s for breakfast?”

Hela closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Damn, she was fed up with him. “You mean lunch.” “Well for my stomach, it’s breakfast only.” “All you listen to is your stomach, Aegon.” “Uh uh” he corrected while shaking his head and a wave of his finger. “I also listen to my heart” he winked “and my dick.”

Hela dropped her head into her palms and giggled into them. “You’re hopeless, Aegon.” “Only for you, honey.” he smiled back.

He joined her around the other side of the counter and grabbed her waist. “How about pancakes?”

“Pancakes at mid-day?” “Why not?” He continued..placing a peck on her cheek. “Aegon-“ she chuckled.

“Pleasee..”

“You’re worse than Jaehaerys.” “Mhm..I know.”

She paused and turned her face the other way, in efforts to hide a smile. With a sigh, she nodded and kissed his cheek. “Fine..but you’re helping.” “Why wouldn’t I.”

The next hour was spent mostly in comfortable silence. Both of them worked ever in sync as they always had. It brought back memories of when they used to help their Ma on Sundays. It made for a home of laughter, comfort and pure happiness then. And frankly they had no intention of ceasing such a tradition. The only difference between them then and now was that they were so much more open in their love. A kiss here, a hug there, holding hands and twirling around.

When the breakfast lunch was ready, Aegon bit into it immediately. With holding the fork in one hand, he laced his other with his wife’s fingers. “This is amazing. We’re quite the team aren’t we?” She grabbed his hand and placed a kiss on knuckles.

“Sure are.”

[raestarz]

Rookie Hour

Chapter Six - Mixed Emotions.

A/N: Eat this up, y'all because this is great and I love every part of this. Let me know if you guys would want me to switch between Leon and Kyaire's POV's every chapter.

Word Count: 2k To my loves who've been supporting me from the beginning, this is for y'all... @mrmidnight6 @neteyamsmunch

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I stared at the body of…what was his name again? Right, Ben…God, poor guy he didn’t deserve to die. I shuddered, my mind raced with thoughts. What was that thing that killed him? Is it gonna be after us next? How’re me and Leon gonna survive against that thing? Jesus fuck, Leon called out for my name.

“Kyaire?” He asked, grabbing my shoulder gently, I snapped back to reality and looked at him. His face was concerned and soft whenever he looked at me, he was so caring, constantly looking for the best in people when I saw and knew the worst. We were complete opposites but we fit together so well. I stared into his eyes for a long time feeling myself getting lost in them, they were such a soft blue but full of life and hope. I wanted to protect him despite him being two years my senior, I felt the need to protect him. God what the fuck? Why is my heart racing? Whatever I need to answer him.

“Yeah, Leon?” I answered trying to give him a small smile despite our circumstances and well trying not to glance at the obvious dead body on the floor. He knew everything wasn’t fine or that I wasn’t based on the way he frowned slightly. “I’m here if you need me, okay?” He offered giving my shoulder a light squeeze, and if I wasn’t black I’d be blushing red as fuck, but luckily I’m black so thank God. I could just feel my face heat up, I must be sick or something I dunno. I nod at his offer before looking down the hall.

“We gotta keep going,” I mutter and notice a red handle bar to the side on a table going over to it then grabbing it. This’ll be useful later, I put it into my pouch which somehow holds so much shit. I glanced at Leon and he looked deep in thought, I figured he’d tell me later and I saw a printed out memo talking about the power panel. I glance over at it near the jail cell putting two and two together, realizing we need custom power panels to power it and get that parking pass. Which are in the generator room, which is…fuck. Where the fuck are they? I groan internally shifting my feet, “We need to find the generator room.” I say outloud to Leon and hear his boots come over gently, taking the memo out of my hands. I watch as he reads over it as well, after a few silent beats and me paranoidly listening out for zombies or whatever the hell killed Ben from earlier.

“There’s one in the generator room and one in the clock tower, you think we should split up and go get them?” He speaks up, giving me a small smile, I shake my head. “Leon, this is not a horror movie we’re sticking together.” I stated giving him an eye roll, he gave me a small laugh and nodded. “You have a fair point, we’re better together.” He says, and for some reason my stomach does a somersault and my heart flutters. I shook my head giving him a small smile trying to shake whatever nerves he just gave me, “Lead the way then, rookie.” I teased and he nudged me with his shoulder gently before walking ahead of me.

We walked down the corridor and out of the jail area, back to the parking garage. Heading over to the next door with the green light figuring that since it wasn’t red it was unlocked, and right we were. Look at us two: a rookie cop and a civilian who hated cops, working together against the odds. Who knew? As we made our way inside Leon and I both clicked our flashlights in unison, I laughed under my breath at how in sync we were now. It was like when I moved, he moved and vice versa. We went straight down the hall to the firing range, Leon grabbed a tin storage box, opened it and took out a bent car key I snorted at the sight.

“Hey, maybe it has some use.” He replied to my snort giving me a brazen smile, I rolled my eyes in response, laughing softly. “Well, let’s hope it does.” We go further into the shooting range going past a door that requires a diamond key to open it, which we unfortunately didn’t have. Going into the part of where you shoot the target’s in the shooting range, I walk over spotting the shotgun shells near an officer's body which gets up and grabs me before I can react. 

“Ky!” Leon shouted and suddenly I heard a ringing in my ears, I let out a small groan as I realized that the zombie that had grabbed me was on the floor dead and its head popped. I still heard ringing and turned to face Leon, it looked like he was talking to me when he ran over to me holding my shoulders. Holy shit, he’s pretty, his lips were just so kissable. I wanted to lean in and suddenly I was for a moment till I heard Leon’s voice again, “Kyaire? What’re you doing?” He asked softly, and I took a step back blinking fast and hard. There’s no way in hell I almost kissed him, no, no…But I had to respond to his question, but I also wished that the zombie that grabbed me had bitten me. Because I have never been so embarrassed in my fucking life! Oh my fucking God this is more embarrassing then the time I got caught sneaking out by Sherry, and she made me play teatime with her. 

Suddenly hearing another zombie shift and rise, I pull myself out of his grasp taking out my multi shot handgun putting the fucker down as it’s head bursts. I turn and look at Leon, his eyes meet mine, and I’m absolutely mesmerized by him again. I need to stand up because there’s no way in hell I’m acting like this over a white man. But Jesus, Mary, and Joseph the way he makes me feel is insane. Do I like him romantically? No! No, no, no…We’re just friends not even strangers who are becoming friends from a shared trauma experience. I shake my head snapping out of it.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” I suggest my heart racing and I walk past him not waiting for a response he lets out a small huff following after me.

We take a right going down the hall hearing a small howl and reaching the kennel. I grimaced wondering if there were more zombie dogs in there. I handed him the box of shotguns I picked up earlier silently, he whispered a small ‘Thank you’ and I nodded in acknowledgement. We went into the kennel, dogs immediately attacking us and we shot them quickly as they came. The silence between us was strong and so was the tension, plus me avoiding what happened didn’t help or add on to the stress from the apocalypse. We, I mean me, didn’t need adding probable feelings or emotions into this already shit show of a situation.

As we got through the kennel going to the back hallway my urge to speak grew so much more, but I still had that fucking embarrassment from earlier. What if he finds me I dunno like a sister to him? That’s not possible. I turn twenty in three weeks and a day, God I hope he doesn’t think I’m weird or grotesque to him. I groan internally and bang my head against my hand silently, God I’m so fucking stupid why, why, why God! Any other time! It’s fine, it’s cool I don’t like him romantically. We go into the morgue and open the dead body rollers until we find the diamond key, I let out a small breath and see the zombie lunge at me luckily I was able to dodge out of the way and shoot the zombie in its head. I pocket the diamond key and sigh, Leon clears his throat and I manage to pull my eyes to his. The silence between us is deafening. 

I lean against the wall and look at him, I prop myself up with my foot. He stares back at me, trying to give me a small smile, Leon opens his mouth as if he’s about to speak and then closes it. 

“What is it, Leon?” I ask in a harsh tone which is never what I never meant it to sound like and he flinches slightly, “Sorry,” I mutter and look down at the floor. I honestly feel like shit, I feel like I’m losing a piece of me which is so unnerving. I only met him a couple of hours ago but the attachment I have to him is startling. This isn’t normal. I take a deep breath and my eyes meet his blue ones again. His eyes are swimming with so many emotions and I honestly don’t know what to say or do.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry I just…I hate this silence between us, is there something wrong?” He asked his voice soft and low, but his eyes glanced at the door into the morgue every so often. I feel like my chest is tightening and I can’t breathe, I let out a small breath. I lick my lips, why do I feel like this? This isn’t fair. I hate it here. I hate how I feel. I hate everything right now. I close my eyes and sigh before thinking things through. 

“I’m just overthinking things, which is something I unfortunately do…” I mutter and run my hands over my face, I realize I can’t just say that and leave it at that. “I’m just tired of this situation and the constant fucking puzzles.” I sigh and look at Leon, his eyes are so understanding and suddenly I feel guilty for lying but it was technically the truth. He held his arms out for me to hug him and I took two long strides over to him, letting him hug me and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding when he put his head on top of mine. Leon rubbed my back gently and held me as long as I needed him to, the feeling of his warmth when his arms wrapped around me is parallel to the feeling of taking that first warm sip of hot cocoa. Weird comparison but he was just that warm, I nuzzled my face into his shoulder taking a deep breath. His musk was nice but the cologne he was wearing was nice. It was a refreshing smell better than rotting flesh, I slowly pulled out of the hug and he held my face in his hands.

God I want him to kiss me. Shit, do I have feelings for him? Nah, I don’t…I’m just tripping.

Right?

Right.

As he held my face in his hands, he gave me the sweetest smile ever and I felt myself melting, this is not how I should feel and I wanna run away but I’m staying because we need each other but I’m not gonna say that. “Are we okay…?” He asked softly, and I wished and prayed to God none of these zombie fuckers existed because this would be so romantic. But it’s not! Cause I’m not into him, ok guys? I’m really truly not. Everything is fine and great.

“We’re okay,” I whispered and he caressed my cheek with his thumb. I smiled back at him. Leon takes his hands off my cheeks and we leave out of the morgue heading down the hall till we reach a closed shutter and I take out the handlebar from earlier, putting it into the hole that perfectly fits it, turning it till it opens. Leon lets out a low whistle, “Well, aren’t you strong?” He teased with a smile, I rolled my eyes in response.

“Well, you’re the one with all the muscles.” I state with a laugh and we go up the stairs to the right finding the generator room. I grab the orange box sitting on top of a stool prying it open and finding one of the electrical parts we needed. “Well, one out of two…That’s fantastic.” I laugh softly, my eyes meeting Leon’s happily. God, I hate how good he makes me feel.

I don’t like him…Right?

[abbiistabbii]

Using Obsidian to organise existing Bullshit

The Alternative title of this entry should be "How the Church of Obsidian saved by dirty heathen soul".

Anyway, I have a (now on Hiatus) youtube channel that I had fucktonnes of notes, scripts and suchlike for that were sat on my overcrowded gDrive unorganised and doing nothing.

I had heard of Obsidian before but it all looked very overcomplicated and I didn't think I would have a use for it from watching all the how to videos where members of the Church of Obsidian showed people their simple (read: complex) note taking system that they had optimised.

However the one thing I will say about Obsidian is that there is no one system and because everyone works differently, everyone will do shit differently. Take ideas from those videos on how you can organise shit, but don't copy their system because their system might not work for you. However, I have been converted to the Church of Obsidian so I'm going to stand here and testify.

Anyway, as I said, I had a big fuck off load of Youtube Shit, and I decided the best way to do that was using Obsidian. Why? Well unlike other note apps, it's all text editor readable .md files. It's a personal wiki system and you can literally change .txt files to .md files by changing the file extension. Yes you heard me. Also, there is no server. If Notion or Evernote's servers got hacked or taken down, you're notes are gone. With obsidian, your notes are on your harddrive (I have my vaults, yes, plural, on a pendrive). You can put them on a cloud server or a home server or just on your PC and you can copy them and fuck around with them all you want, they're yours and if Obsidian decides "Obsidian Sync" (their optional paid web sync service) isn't enough and decide to paywall the app completely, you'll be fine because your notes are literally just a load of files readable on any text editor.

Anyway, how did I adapt all my files on gDrive to Obsidian. Well first I went to drive.google.com and downloaded all the relevant notes, scripts, files and shit relating to my Youtube Channel. They download as .doc files so I had to convert them to text. Most web "doc to txt" services limit you to two files per upload unless you pay, but I found a free (if slightly janky) app called MultiDoc Converter which is free and did the job well.

Next thing I did was mass rename the files from .txt to .md, which you can do with the shell. Yes the shell! It took me a while to figure out but here's how I did it.

Go to the folder where the .txt files are.

shift + right click > Open Powershell

Type ren *.txt *.md

This converted the txt files to markdown files. Yes, it's as simple as changing the friggin file extension. If you do not change the files to .md, you will not be able to Edit them.

Next is to open a new vault in Obsidian (if you don't already have one). In Obsidian, make a folder for all these new files (if you want) and in the file explorer, move all the files from the folder where they were into the folder in your vault.

Congratulations, they're now in Obsidian.

Now what?

Well the files (for me) were unlinked and unorganised. So I took the subjects the videos were on (I had a lot of videos about closed stations) and put relevant hashtags in them to link them all together, then when an article mentioned something else, I would link to the article using that.

This was a history channel, so I made a lot of Ghost notes to link references to years together (some I made into blank MOCs) and gave them the Hashtag #year. You can't make hashtags from numbers I'm afraid.

The Result?

Organised, but searchable and indexable chaos.

I'm now using Obsidian as a note app regularly, albeit on a different vault in a different method.