#or I’ll make this at a later time when more things come out

[vrystalius]

Not saying “I love you“ back to the Squid game men.

How will they react if you don‘t say it back? In what scenario would they not say it back to you?

Pairing: The Recruiter, Thanos, Nam-gyu, Dae-ho, Gi-hun, In-ho x gn!reader

Summary: Them not saying “I love you“, their reaction to you not saying “I love you“

Genre: fluff, a lil bit of angst sprinkled on top

(Pre-Squid game)

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Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // The Salesman

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It barely ever happens, really. He adores everything about you, from your face, voice, body and the ground you walk on; that man is ready to worship you like a devoted follower would to the most merciful goddess. Therefor he would always be aware of how to make your day a little better, even if it��s just a small “I love you” or a gentle kiss here and there.

The first thing you hear from him in the morning is a groggy voice mumbling a small “Good morning love...” into your ear while warm kisses were trailed down your back.

While standing in the kitchen and searching the fridge for any signs of a tasty breakfast, a small “I love you, I‘ll be back later!“ would echo slightly through the apartment as the front door closed.

Once, he did forget to say his usual I love you on the way out. He thought about how he possibly could forget? You‘re probably overthinking everything now and think what you might‘ve done wrong or do to offend him. You didn‘t, though! He was just too caught up in perfecting his appearance because his damn hair refused to obey and submit to his meticulous styling.

The poor man was almost scared to come home. As some sort of peace offering, he bought some of your favorite take-out food alongside some dessert, flowers and a new bracelet he thought you might like. Anything to try and make you know that he does really love you.

“Apologies, it completely slipped my mind. It will never happen again my sunshine. I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

His face may be neutral and his expressions calculated but his features soften up immensely when you show even an ounce of affection. His smirk shifts into a dreamy smile, the crinkles around his mouth shifting and becoming bigger, his eyes twinkling just a little. He just can’t suppress when you even look at him.

Your kisses and words energise him, gift him life, so whenever you don’t give him that little boost of dopamine, he gets visibly more tense in a way.

The silence that followed after his usual “I love you my darling, I’ll be back later!” was almost eerie to him. He stuck his head back into the kitchen to check if you even heard him. You glanced back at him for a moment and gave your husband a dismissive head nod. So you did hear him?

Silently, he left the apartment and went on with his usual day during that time of the year. For some reason, today he is especially looking forward to slap his elders for loosing a damn children’s game. His face remained neutral and had his usual smirk on his face, but deep inside, he’s offended, confused, worried, stressed; all the negative emotions someone can feel after their spouse doesn’t reincorporate ones affection.

Do you want a divorce? Because hell no, he’d never let you go no matter how hard you

But once he got a little text message on his phone that read a simple: “Need cuddles in bed later pls. Got some snacks too. Love you.”, all of his worries washed away in an instant. You probably were still too sleepy to answer this morning.

A smile spread over his face as he thought about slipping into your arms tonight. Isn’t it ridiculous how he melt like putty in your hands?

“You forgot something this morning and it did worry me a lot. But it doesn’t matter, it’s silly anyway.”

Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s actually quite rare to hear Thanos say “I love you” word for word. He still feels awkward committing himself to the relationship you have and those three magic words feel so heavy on his tongue, so he’ll rephrase them to suit his level of comfort. “Love ya”, “Thanos loves you” and “Me too” are his ways to dodge the action to reincorporate those sweets words you shower him with.

Thanos only really says “I love you” if you two are alone, sober and you holding him in your arms. To be cradled by someone he admires, cares and loves so much makes him want to cry for some reason, but he suppresses those emotions and instead buries his face in your shoulder as your hand soothingly runs up and down his back.

Those are the times you hear a small “I love you…” being mumbled against your warm skin.

So quiet it’s almost unnoticeable, yet it was there. You know Su-bong needs time to get used to everything, so you’ll settle with a small audio message-rap in reply to your usual “I love you” text message.

“Back to the kitty ‘cause she kinda pretty, I can’t stop looking at her ti- ti- ti-face.. Anyways, thinking of you babygirl. Iloveyatoo.” (You barely caught him saying this the way how quietly he mumbled it into the mic)

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

It’s fine. It’s cool. You don’t have to reassure him every day that you love him, it’s totally fine. You still love him like you did the day before.

It causes a deep panic inside of Thanos when you don’t give him his usual “I love you” text in the morning after he had woken up. He kept checking his phone like a madman, while he was brushing his teeth, peeking his arm and head out of the shower in the middle of shampooing, staring at his text messages while microwaving himself an convenience store meal. Nothing.

Not wanting to reach out first and appear clingy, he decided to write you like he is not having a full blown eternal panic attack. A small voice message here, a picture of his food there, a selfie from the bottom to show off his double chin, anything really.

You replied like normal but still, his eyes searched for the three key words. I. Love. You.

Thanos doesn’t want to admit to himself or to anyone for that matter that your calls, texts, hell, you coming over is like the most addictive drug to him. And he had his share of all kinds of colourful drugs.

His foot was nervously tapping the ground while his finger kept ringing your poor doorbell until you were forced to answer. He gave you a close look up and down, his lips formed into a pout of sorts.

“You okay? You didn’t text me you love me this morning. It’s totally cool and all but like… do you want to break up with me or something?”

Nam-gyu // Player 124

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Similar to Thanos, at first, Nam-gyu barely ever told you how much he loved you, liked you even. He just assumed you already knew and his actions were enough. A small side hug there and ruffling your hair here had to be enough for the rest of the week anyway.

He is guarded, afraid of commitment and to be frank in belief that you’re using him for the longest of time. Maybe you’re just “dating” him to get access to high-end drugs, all kinds of clubs or whatever else reason there is there to date him but for love.

You had to say those three magic words first for him to get comfortable with the thought that you are actually just want to date and love him. It came to him in the middle of a night shift at a random club he was supposed to promote. A moment of enlightenment.

Nam-gyu hid in a bathroom stall with his phone and ignored whatever the couple was doing next door, writing you a whole paragraph about what he was thinking, feeling, before deleting everything again because he thought he’d come off as some kind of pussy if he’d sent that.

His first time telling you how much he loved you was at your place. A casual evening watching some random movie you picked out while being arms deep in a bag of chips and dressed like a homeless person, Nam-gyu was staring up at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the universe even during this ungraceful moment of yours, admiring you in silence until finally…

“I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Did he fuck up again? Do or say something wrong? Don’t you love him anymore? Was there someone else?? His thoughts go ballistic as he stared at the screen of his phone with a deadpan-expression, trying to shake the crippling fear and nervousness off while looking nonchalant.

Nam-gyu’s finger kept hovering over the call button to check on you in case something happened because there could be a whole other person talking to him by how there were no affirmations at all.

He doesn’t want to appear clingy or too attached to you as that may scare you off or even disgust you, so Nam-gyu’s casually mention that one time you didn’t say “I love you” while fidgeting with his ring, trying to appear indifferent about it while intensely watching your facial expression shift to try and detect if you’re lying about your reasoning or not.

Your boyfriend is afraid to not be good enough, too much, too little. Your little affirmations give him reassurance, every day a little more until he’s full convinced that you do really, really love him.

“Hey, uhhh. Did you forget anything today?… No? You sure? Mkay.”

Dae-ho // Player 388

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Never happens. Either he is dead and not able to reply to you or already said it multiple times throughout the day. Dae-ho has separation anxiety and gets nervous when he doesn’t have you in line of his sight or not around him in general, that’s why he always tells you how much he loves you whenever he can.

Off to the bathroom? I love you. Bringing the trash out? I love you. Getting dressed? You’re gorgeous and I love you. You could be simply existing and Dae-ho would bury his face in your neck and mumble a soft I love you into your warm skin, his lips planting a soft kiss here and there.

Dae-ho is just a little scared about saying his usual affirmation in front of his family, mostly his father. He’s a very affectionate and physical man but he still wants to look like the tough-marine-son his dad wants to see.

His sisters know better though, they see how their brother’s eyes twinkle in delight when you help his mom out in the kitchen with the dinner.

He does make it up to you after coming home though. Your boyfriend will stuff the leftovers his mom gave him into the microwave and usher to you made yourself comfortable on the couch while he makes some preparations to completely pamper you for the rest of the evening.

Sometimes Dae-ho’ll even try to flirt a little but he’s still a little awkward in that department.

“Hey, do you want some snacks with that? A drink? O-Or am I enough of a snack…?”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Every time Dae-ho tells you that he loves you, you always reply with equal enthusiasm. How could you not? That golden retriever of a man gets that almost childish smile of his whenever you kiss his cheek or just tell him that he looks handsome today.

Once, you tested how he’d react when you don’t give him his hourly dose of dopamine by deflecting or ignoring his touches.

As his arms securely snaked around your waist and gently pulled you against his torso, you paid him no mind and continued to stir the ramen in the food container. He watched the noodles move in circles and gave your waist a gentle poke, trying to pull your attention to him. Dae-ho’s eyes slowly dimmed and the edges of his smile turned downwards.

The silence made him seriously nervous. You could feel his rapidly increasing heartbeat drum against your back.

“Hey… is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. Can you talk to me?…”

Gi-hun // Player 456 (post s1)

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Gi-hun always reassures you of his love, even during arguments. He wants you to know that he cherishes and loves you for the rest of his life and that you are his everything. Whenever he doesn’t say I love you, something must’ve happened.

He has been missing for a whole week and you had no idea where your boyfriend went. Gi-hun didn’t leave a note, a voice mail, no nothing!

And after he returned and suddenly began giving you expensive gifts, the same boyfriend that used to ask you for money to get himself an convenience store dinner, now began buying you new headphones, bracelet and whatever else you even eyed.

It was nice, sure, but you were more worried about his mental state. He was paranoid and quiet, kept checking his whole body for some kind of tracker and barely ever spoke what was on his mind. Gi-hun began having panic attacks and you were barely able to leave his side because of how terrified he was to leave you alone.

He barely touched you, gave you kisses or affection. He changed after whatever happened during that week he went missing.

While running your fingers through his hair, trying to make him fall asleep after being awake for two days straight, he sleepily stared up at you through his dyed-red hair. His voice was quiet, broken almost.

“I’m sorry. Please… know that I love you. I love you so much.. Don’t leave me, please… please...”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

Your boyfriend called out to you but you didn’t quite hear what he said, so you replied with an “yeah!” and just hoped that that’s an appropriate response to whatever he tried to tell or ask you. It wasn’t.

Gi-hun stood there for a couple of moments, waiting on your reply to yelling “I love you!” across the whole apartment. When nothing came, he didn’t call out to you again. You were probably busy with something or don’t want him with your right now, he gets that.

Later though, thoughts of self-doubt began to cook up inside his mind. As he bit all his nails to shreds he overthought about how you had enough of him now. Maybe you are falling out of love now after how the death games fucked up his mind and body. You’re surely fed up with his paranoia and secretive behaviour, how much he has been obsession over finding a weird salesman. Surely.

The metallic taste that spread inside his mouth after biting the skin surrounding his nails began to open and bleed finally pulled Gi-hun out of his self-destructive thoughts that continued to circle like a toy train. Picking up his throwaway phone and choosing the one contact he saved on every single burner phone he had as “Reason to smile ❤️” and pressing the call button.

“Gi-hun? What’s wrong?” Your voice forced a small smile to form on his face. He hesitated

“Hey. Just wanted to ask if I should bring some take out home tonight. That’s all.”

In-ho // The Frontman // Player 001

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s purely just to tease you. When bored, In-ho will make you his greatest entertainment.

He likes making you annoyed and flustered, so he’ll intentionally ignore you just to make you react and pout at him adorably while he was trying so hard to keep his stone cold face and not break into a shit-eating grin and maybe even pull on your cheek to make you whine even more.

In-ho adores your whole being and cherishes all of your affections, so he’ll let himself get showered in them any tome he can.

Expect you to he cuddled up on his lap while he was leaning back in the leather chair, mumbling a complaint about how you covered his whole face in kisses but managed to miss the bridge of his nose. He will not allow you to move off his lap until you covered his whole face in kisses again as compensation for that mistake of yours.

So, In-ho’ll intentionally not give you affection so you pay even more attention to him. He is like a cat in that way weirdly enough.

Once you finally break his facade, the flood gates will open and you will be showered, bathed, drowned in his affection, physical and verbal.

“Fine. I’ll say it just because you’ve been so good to me today. I love you, my dearest, lovely darling.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

In-ho has a dedicated frequency on his walkie-talkie for you, so he can call in and ask you to come to his office for a kiss that cannot wait, to inform you that he is in the bedroom and retiring for the day or just to tell you that he loves you randomly throughout the day.

Of course, you’d always reply back with your own gadget, but to pay back his infinite teasing he has done to you, you decided to ignore him the way he sometimes does to you. Payback.

Your husband called into your frequency. “Dove, are you free right now? Come to my office, I miss you.” and so your game begins. You simply ignored his request and continued getting comfortable in your bed and all the sheets surrounding you, grinning to yourself as you awaited the next time In-ho calls in again, for which you don’t have to wait long for.

“Darling, I am waiting. Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?” Your grin widened as you heard how impatient he was slowly getting with the lack of your response. “I can see you in the bedroom.” That one caught you off guard. Did he install cameras in your shared bedroom??

Almost on cue, your bedroom door opened, revealing the masked Frontman. His shoulders were tense and you could feel his intense state through the mask. You stared back, not expecting how quickly your husband would cave in and visit you himself. Innocently, you batted your lashes at him.

In-ho slipped his mask off and carelessly tossed it on the nightstand. “Why are you ignoring me? Are you upset or just moody?” Unimpressed, you silently glared at him. He gave you an equally uninterested look and leaned down to your face to give you a small peck on your cheek. “Not enough. More.”

A chuckle escaped his lips as his lips cracked into a smile.

“Demanding, aren’t we? Fine. As you wish.”

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading <3

Watch me announce that I’m going to post In-ho’s yandere profile and proceed to get hit with the most ungodly group-assignment in Chemistry. Anyways, take this as an apology! Had to write a little fluff for them since the only thing I’m finding is smut 🙏😭 I’m not complaining but this fluff prompt came to me like a truck during a class of mine. It was originally inspired by this post and I made a similar one before for the Demon Slayer hashira. Check it out if you’re interested!!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[iamgonnagetyouback]

I’ve read every single one of your works, and I am absolutely obsessed! The way you write and capture emotions is beyond amazing—it’s pure magic. I really hope this isn’t too much to ask 😭, but I just adore your writing so much. If you’re not comfortable with this request, though, please don’t hesitate to ignore it. Thank you so much!

Could I request a James Potter x Reader story? The plot starts with James pursuing Lily Evans, but along the way, he realizes his feelings for her were more about the excitement of the chase. In contrast, with the reader, he feels truly at ease, able to be himself without pretending or changing for anyone. I’d love for Lily’s perspective to be included—how she starts to desire James after noticing how much he’s 'matured' in his relationship with the reader, but she can only stand by and watch as James and the reader create their beautiful love story.

chase ⋆˚࿔

synopsis ⭑.ᐟ james potter x reader where he realizes who he truly loves

warnings: fluff overload, mild angst

word count: 1,836 words

author's note: omg stopppp you’re making me blush ‹𝟹 this is the sweetest thing ever, and i’m so honored you enjoy my writing!! ♡

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James Potter had been chasing Lily Evans for years. Everyone at Hogwarts knew it—how he’d flash his most charming smile, throw an arm around her shoulder with a wink, and dramatically proclaim his undying love. It was all in good fun, of course. At least, that’s what he always told himself.

Lily, ever stubborn, had always rebuffed him. At first, she detested his arrogance. Later, she simply rolled her eyes and dismissed his advances, treating him as little more than a particularly persistent house elf. James didn't mind. The chase was half the fun, after all.

"She'll come around, you'll see," James would say after every rejection, running a hand through his already messy hair.

"Mate, she's been saying no for three years," Sirius pointed out, sprawled lazily on the Gryffindor common room couch. "At what point do you consider the possibility that she's actually not interested?"

James gasped, placing a dramatic hand on his chest. "Not interested? Padfoot, please. That’s just what she wants me to think."

Remus sighed from behind his book. "Or perhaps she genuinely means it. You ever consider not making a public spectacle every time you ask her out?"

Peter snickered. "Yeah, Prongs, maybe if you stop serenading her in the Great Hall, she'll stop running the other way."

"That was one time!" James protested. "And I thought she’d appreciate the gesture."

You, sitting cross-legged by the fire, smirked. "James, darling, even I was embarrassed for you, and I usually live for the drama."

Sirius grinned. "See? When even our dear, theatrical doll here cringes, you know you’ve gone too far."

James huffed, crossing his arms. "You lot are supposed to support me."

Remus finally set his book down, giving him a small smile. "We do support you. We just also support your dignity."

James groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Alright, fine. Maybe I’ll try… a different approach."

The boys exchanged glances, and you patted his knee sympathetically. "That’s the spirit, Prongs. Maybe next time, just… don’t propose in front of McGonagall again."

James groaned even louder as the Marauders burst into laughter.

But somewhere along the way, the chase had stopped being fun.

It had started with you.

You, the one he never really had to chase. You, who laughed at his antics but also scolded him when he was being too reckless. You, who had a quick wit but also a kindness about you that softened his rougher edges. You, who never needed him to be anything but himself.

It hadn’t happened all at once. There was no lightning strike, no grand revelation. Just little moments that wove themselves into something undeniable.

The way you tucked a stray curl behind your ear when you were reading, tongue poking out slightly in concentration. James had watched you do it a hundred times before realizing how endearing he found it. The way you argued with Sirius about the best way to sneak into Hogsmeade, eyes alight with mischief as you held your ground against the self-proclaimed master of rule-breaking. The way you always had a spare quill when he inevitably lost his, rolling your eyes fondly as you handed it over with a teasing, "Honestly, James, do you even own quills?"

There was the way you leaned against his shoulder after a long cold day, sighing. "James Potter, you are a human furnace. Please continue existing exactly as you are."

There was the way he found himself seeking you out first—before Remus, before Sirius, before Peter, before anyone else—whenever he had good news to share. The way his jokes felt funnier when you laughed at them. The way his name sounded different coming from your lips, softer somehow, like it belonged there.

One night, after an exhausting Quidditch practice, you had met him outside the changing rooms with a chocolate frog in hand. "For your heroic efforts," you’d said with a mock bow, pressing it into his palm. He had laughed, shoving it into his pocket, but the warmth in his chest lingered long after.

James Potter had always thought he wanted a grand, all-consuming love. He had spent years chasing something he thought would make him whole. But standing beside you, teasing and laughing and existing so effortlessly together, he realized something else.

Maybe love wasn’t supposed to be a chase.

Maybe it was supposed to feel like home.

Lily noticed the shift before James did. It crept up on her, subtle but undeniable, like the slow changing of seasons. He still ruffled his hair like a prat, still laughed too loudly with his friends, still turned every moment into a grand performance. But there was something quieter about him now, something settled in the way he carried himself. The endless pursuit that had once defined James Potter—the grand gestures, the dramatic declarations, the unrelenting chase—had stopped. And he hadn’t even noticed.

At first, she felt relief. She had spent years pushing him away, certain that his attention was something fleeting, something she didn’t want. And now, finally, he had listened.

Then she felt something else.

She caught herself watching him more often. Noticing the little things. The way his grin softened when he looked at you. The way his hand found your wrist when he pulled you toward him in the common room, like it was second nature. The way he listened when you spoke—really listened, with an intensity that made it clear you had his full attention. She had never seen that look on his face before. Not when he looked at her.

And suddenly, she found herself wondering. Had she been wrong about James Potter?

Had she spent all these years dismissing him without ever really knowing him? Had she mistaken boyish bravado for immaturity, mistaking the show for the substance beneath it?

But it didn’t matter.

Because James wasn’t looking at her anymore.

The realization hadn’t struck James like lightning, not at first. He hadn’t woken up one day and thought, Oh, I love her. No, it was something slower, quieter—woven into the fabric of every moment he spent with you.

It was the way you sat beside him in the common room, curled up with a book, the firelight casting flickering shadows across your face. The way you absently played with the hem of his sleeve when you were lost in thought. The way you saw him—not James Potter, Quidditch Captain, mischief-maker, the boy who never stopped chasing—but James. Just James.

And for the first time, he found that was all he wanted to be.

He didn’t need to impress you. He didn’t need to chase you. He could just exist with you, and it was enough.

There was a night—one that stuck with him, long after it had passed—when he had finally put words to the feeling.

You had found him on the Astronomy Tower, shoulders hunched against the cold, lost in thoughts he hadn’t even realized were weighing him down. You didn’t ask what was wrong. You just sat beside him, close enough that your knees touched, close enough that he could feel your warmth.

“You ever think about who you are without all the noise?” he murmured after a long silence.

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

James hesitated. Then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve spent so much time being—being James Potter, you know? The one who’s always got a joke, the one who’s always chasing something. But with you…” He trailed off, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “I don’t have to be anything but me.”

You blinked, taken aback, before a small smile curved your lips. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

James let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Yeah,” he said, his voice quieter now. “Yeah, it is.”

You nudged his shoulder gently. “For what it’s worth, I like just you.”

And that was it.

Not a grand confession. Not a dramatic moment. Just quiet understanding.

Just home.

Lily saw it all unfold. Saw James fall in love without the fanfare, without the spectacle. And for the first time, she saw him—not the boy who had chased her, but the boy who had finally stopped running.

And it wasn’t for her.

It was too late.

Then came the grand gesture.

James Potter did nothing in half measures, and asking you on a date was no exception. If anything, he seemed almost nostalgic about the whole ordeal—like he had spent so many years planning elaborate schemes for Lily that now, finally asking the right person, he wanted to do it justice.

So, naturally, it started with fireworks.

Not just any fireworks, but ones that spelled out your name across the sky in brilliant, shimmering letters, crackling above the Quidditch Pitch where half the school had gathered after dinner. Then came the enchanted banners floating midair, reading: 'WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?' in flashing gold and red, trailing behind a very enthusiastic Sirius, who had volunteered to fly them around on his broom. A charmed choir of singing toads croaked a love song (Remus’ contribution, because, according to him, ‘there needed to be some class in this spectacle’), and Peter had somehow gotten his hands on a bouquet of flowers that smelled like sunshine.

James himself stood in the center of it all, hand on his heart, eyes locked on yours, waiting.

The crowd turned to you, hushed in anticipation. Lily, standing off to the side, watched with wide eyes, an unreadable expression on her face. There was a time when she would have scoffed at something like this, dismissed it with a roll of her eyes.

But you—

You were grinning.

Dramatically clutching your chest, you gasped, staggering back like a swooning damsel in distress. "Oh, James Potter! Whatever shall I say? This is all so sudden!"

James, without missing a beat, fell to one knee. "Say yes, my darling star! For I have loved you since the dawn of time—or, well, since fourth year at least, and that’s practically the same thing!"

You pretended to think, tapping your chin. "Hmm. I don’t know, Potter. It’s an awfully big commitment."

James shot to his feet, grabbing your hands, eyes wide with mock desperation. "I shall spend every day proving myself worthy of your love! I shall carry your books! Share my sweets! Defend your honor against Slytherins and bad hair days alike!"

You sighed deeply, then beamed. "Well, in that case… Yes! A thousand times yes!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, Sirius fist-pumped midair, and Remus groaned into his hands. James, triumphant, swept you up in a spin, laughing so hard his glasses nearly fell off.

Lily watched it all unfold, and for the first time, she felt the weight of what she had lost. Not because she wanted James, not really. But because once upon a time, it had been her he was chasing.

But James Potter had finally stopped chasing.

Because he had already caught what he was looking for.

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[devildomwriter]

They Go With You When You Need to Get Your Blood Drawn: Headcanons

“Hey, I have to get some blood drawn at the doctor’s and it makes me really uncomfortable, any chance you can please come with me?”

Lucifer

• “Yes of course.”

• Holds your hand and gives you reassuring looks the whole time. Has to stop from chuckling when you laugh nervously or get chilled by the alcoholic wipes.

• He gently holds you afterward and buys you a treat as a reward for bravery.

Mammon

• “Yikes, that sucks. Sure thing!”

• He ends up fainting and you laugh so hard you don’t even notice the blood draw until it’s already over.

• You have to take him home and he’s so embarrassed you agree not to mention it if he buys you a treat and he happily agrees (he loves spoiling you)

Leviathan

• “Big oof. But yeah I’ll come.”

• You watch him play with his handheld to avoid looking at any needles.

• He’s still very nervous for you and after is over he looks at your blood in the vials and somehow feels jealous so decides to spoil you as a result and buy you dinner.

Satan

• “Of course I’ll come along.”

• He plays you cat videos to distract you and pass the time.

• He tells you how brave you are and how calm—as he himself hates needles and appointments

• He takes you out for food afterward, no matter what it is you want.

Asmodeus

• “Eek! You poor dear! Of course, I’ll come support you!”

• He’s a tiny psychopath but regardless blood still freaks him out, at least when it’s yours so he nearly faints.

• You get poked by the needle because everyone is too busy watching him so to make it up to you he takes you to the spa for some rejuvenation.

Beelzebub

• “Blood…umm, sure.”

• He can’t look at the blood either or he starts to drool so he’s in the corner of the room stuffing burgers in his mouth (which is against the no-food rule but they allow him just this once)

• He takes you out to eat afterwards, he needs meat but you can get whatever you want on him.

Belphegor

• “Yeah I don’t mind. Do I need to stay awake?”

• He falls asleep so quickly that the doctors are more concerned about him and you’re so amused watching them that you don’t even realize they’ve finished up.

• You drive him home and he feels bad he fell asleep so will find a way to make it up to you.

Solomon

• “Why certainly. When and where?”

• He puts a spell on you for you to avoid feeling pain or discomfort and he holds your hand for the duration.

• He’s very proud of his apprentice for handling themselves in such an uncomfortable situation.

Simeon

• “Oh dear, of course, I’ll come with you.”

• He gives you an angelic blessing so you’ll be completely calm and he silently hums and rubs your hand to distract you.

• Simeon heals the tiny wound immediately afterward and thanks the staff as he takes you home to relax while he makes you some cake.

Luke

• “B-B-B-Blood!? Y-Yes of course I won’t let you go alone!”

• Luke’s freaked out by the whole process and his reactions are so over the top you don’t even react yourself.

• You buy him ice cream later because he’s so woozy from watching that. He later returns the favor by making you something sweet to eat (with no red dye)

Raphael

• “You owe them blood? Do they need to be dealt with?”

• After explaining what the blood draw was and why you needed it he went with you but was on guard around the needles and watching the doctors very closely.

• He doesn’t know what else to do so he hums to help sooth your worry.

Michael

• “Certainly dear, you have nothing to fear.”

• He gives you a blessing as well as all the doctors to ensure everything goes perfectly. He keeps you distracted by asking about Lucifer and his brothers.

• He’s in a good mood from the new information he’s obtained on Lucifer and his brother’s antics so he’ll grant any request you make of him.

Thirteen

• “Gross, humans need to give blood? Sure thing though, you can count on me.”

• You watch her amused as she fiddles with a project the whole time, apparently it’s supposed to be a more fun way to draw blood so you’re more worried about that than the needle in your arm.

• She later tries to show you how her new device works so you have to warn Solomon.

Mephistopheles

• “I can get you a better doctor.”

• After getting him to go to your doctor with you he keeps a skeptical eye on everything, mildly impressed with human technology.

• He talks your ear off about the most recent scoop he’s investigating for the RAD Newspaper as a means to distract you.

• He takes you somewhere extravagant afterward to make you forget about the unnerving medical appointment earlier.

Barbatos

• “As you wish. I’ll ensure you don’t feel a thing.”

• Barbatos lovingly stays glued to your side, very watchful of everyone. He gives you a tea beforehand that makes you dull to pain and discomfort so you fall asleep on the ride home, never bothered by the blood and needles.

Diavolo

• “Oh no! Yes, I’ll be right there with you! We can get ice cream after.”

• Diavolo is worried for you but he’s hiding it and making you laugh by laughing at ridiculous things (his laugh is very contagious)

• True to his word he buys you ice cream or whatever you want after and tells you how proud he is of you and how brave you are.

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saw you wanted luke hughes reqs, so ‼️

him coming back to your apartment after a game and just yapping to you because he needs to be close to feel better about how it went, but will never explicitly tell you that it helps him. you're just doing miscellaneous tasks, and he eventually starts whining about it, wanting to ay down and get head scratches/cuddles from you

(if this makes no sense, pretend i was never here 😭)

a/n: so so so sorry for the wait nonnie! i hope you still like it! i did in fact get carried away and wrote 1.6k words of mostly dialogue. is this a crack fic? possibly idk. anyway this was very much a lot of fun and my beautiful wonderful wife kirby helped inspire me

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Not-So-Silent Treatment

The Devils had an early game today, and although it was a Saturday, you had to this morning and couldn’t make it. That leads you to where you are now, finally home and in comfy clothes, cleaning as a way to pass the time until Luke gets home. Before you know it, you hear someone turn down the music you previously had blasting, whipping around to see who the intruder was after not hearing the door. When you turn, you’re met with your boyfriend, Luke, leaning against the doorway with a smirk on his face. He watched as you jumped, slapping your hand over your heart, hoping to somehow calm it down.

“You gotta turn the music down when you’re home alone, babe. What if I was a serial killer?” the smirk he’s still wearing tells you he’s not serious.

“Doesn’t mean you have to give me a heart attack,” you roll your eyes, walking over to give him a quick kiss. “How was the game, Lukey?”

“Oh my god. I have so much to tell you.”

“Yay! I’m gonna finish up the cleaning while you talk, okay?” you give him one last kiss before returning to your task of doing the dishes. In the background, you could hear Luke beginning his story of a crazy penalty that happened halfway through the first period. His favorite thing to do was talk. You weren’t sure why he likes to talk so much or how he always has so much to say, but it’s become sort of comforting to you. Instead of having some random song or podcast playing while you did something, you could have your boyfriend telling you everything about nothing. You suppose it’s so comforting because you enjoy hearing his voice, and it’s a nice reminder of the fact that he’s with you, even if you’re just talking on the phone while he’s on a roadie. Either way, no one will ever hear you complaining about your boyfriend’s talking habits.

Luke, on the other hand, knows exactly why he loves to talk so much. He enjoys talking in general, but when he talks to you, it’s just as comforting for him as it is for you. It’s a way for him to decompress after a long day, lay everything out, and get it off his chest. Then, he never has to think about it again. His favorite part of his day is talking to you, so he’s going to soak it up every chance he gets. Also, Luke is aware that he’s a clingy boyfriend. He’s not scared to admit that. Talking your ear off is just another way for him to feel close to you. It especially helps when he’s gone on roadies and can’t see you face-to-face. 

By the time you finish cleaning your apartment, Luke is on story number five. This one happened an hour or two before the game while the boys were messing around in the hallways, something about Luke almost getting taken out by a soccer ball while he was doing his pre-game run. You’re almost finished folding your last load of laundry when Luke starts whining behind you. 

“Baby, when are you gonna be done? You’ve been cleaning for hours,” he drags out half the words in the sentence.

“Luke, you’ve only been here one hour? Just let me finish this then I’ll come sit with you, okay?”

“Whatever,” there’s no real bite to his tone, and you know he’s just being dramatic. You finish up the last bit of your cleaning about twenty minutes later, not without some more whining on Luke’s end. Soon, you’re lying down on the couch, watching as Luke makes himself comfortable on top of you. He grunts a little bit when you don’t move, and you know that’s his way of asking you to run your fingers through his hair.

He lets out a big sigh before starting again, “So anyway…” You aren’t sure exactly how long you lay there with him, listening to him talk while you played with his hair. Soon, though, the sun has set, and you’re attempting to hold back yawns. “So Curtis decided to- oh? Are you sleepy, baby? We can go to bed.”

“Yeah, let's go to bed, hun,” the two of you make your way to your bedroom, immediately lying down and getting comfortable. Luke talked the whole way there. As you’re getting comfortable, you catch a glimpse of the time on your alarm clock. “Luke, baby, it’s after midnight… can you maybe finish your story in the morning?”

“Yeah… yeah, babe, don’t worry about it. Just don’t be mad when I forget important details,” he mumbles the last sentence before letting go of you and rolling over so that his back is facing you.

“Luke. Don’t pout. I’m just sleepy, okay?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not pouting,” you can feel him rolling his eyes even though you can’t see his face. “I’m just saying. You know I don’t remember stuff well after I’ve slept on it. All those important details will probably be gone from my mind. Oh well.” You sigh, deciding to let him pout in favor of getting some sleep. A few minutes later, he speaks up again, “Ya know, I thought you liked hearing me talk.” After getting no response, he tries again, “Dad always told me I’d never find a wife if I didn’t learn how to shut up sometimes. I guess he was right,” he let out a big sigh in between the two sentences. It goes on for you don’t even know how long after that.

“Jack and Quinn used to never let me talk. I’m starting to think you’re just like them.”

“I thought I was dating my best friend. Turns out you actually hate me.”

“There was a really funny part too. I guess you don’t want me to do my favorite thing. Make you laugh. I love your laugh, but you obviously don’t care.”

“I guess I just love you more than you love me. I would do anything for you, baby, even ruin my sleep schedule. Unlike some people.”

“I would never name names but some people like to tell me they love to hear me talk but they really only mean they like it when it’s convenient for them.”

That’s when the fake waterworks set in. Luke is a horrible fake cryer, but that doesn’t stop him. He’s slapping his hand over his mouth, shaking his shoulders, letting out the most unbelievable “boo hoo” you’ve ever heard. When he sees it’s not working, he changes his tactic again.

“Aren’t you gonna apologize? You made me cry!”

“It’s 2:00 AM, and you made me cry. Are you happy with yourself? This is the kind of relationship you want? The kind of relationship where I have to cry myself to sleep?”

“I bet if we got into an argument right now, you wouldn’t even let me plead my case. Because then I would be talking, and apparently, you don’t like that anymore.”

At this point, you know you’re not sleeping any time soon, so you let yourself answer, “Luke, you’ve been talking for the past six hours.”

He’s quick with his reply, “See! I just can’t do anything right.”

“Ya know, you always call me your baby, but is this what you would do to a baby? Let them cry themselves to sleep?”

“Yeah, Luke, it’s called self-soothing. It’s actually a really common soothing method these days.”

“Torture method, more like. Poor kids. Is this what you’re gonna do to our kids? Tell them to shut up because you aren’t in the mood for them to express their thoughts and feelings?”

“Luke, we’re both freshly twenty-one, and we aren’t having kids any time soon?”

“Oh so now you don’t see a future with me? I guess I should return the ring in my sock drawer then, huh?”

“You have a ring?” you nearly shout, shocked at his revelation.

“Nah, I just wanted you to feel bad.” You quiet down after that, relieved that you won’t have to turn him down because you’re not ready, not that he isn’t the one you want to marry. He very much is, just not right this second. The exhaustion is setting in, so you don’t say much for a while. Apparently, that makes Luke really nervous. “I’m so sorry, baby. You know I was just playing, right? I’ll buy you a ring one day. I’ll do all the research. I’ll even stalk your Pinterest if I have to. I’ll buy you the perfect ring. Then I’ll give you the perfect wedding. Then we can have the perfect kids… Do you hate me now?” You can hear how sad he is, knowing he’s probably tired, and it’s probably heightening his emotions and dramatics.

“I don’t hate you, Lukey. I could never. I’m just sleepy, baby. I need to sleep, and I think you do too. Besides, I don’t wanna get married right now anyway.”

“Oh, so you don’t wanna marry me?” it was his turn to almost shout, his dramatic side getting the better of him in his sleepy state.

Eventually, you manage to wrangle him into laying his head on your chest so you can softly drag your fingers through his curls just the way he likes. Soon, it gets him asleep, just like you knew it would. Finally, you’re able to get some much-needed sleep as well. The next morning you hear it from Luke. He won’t shut up about how he has to finish his story but can’t remember half of it because you made him sleep. He loves to get on your nerves, but you wouldn’t trade a single moment with your favorite drama queen.

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The Baby Shower - The Salesman x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Follow up piece to:

Freak of Nature On Display A Game of Cat and Mouse Crime of Passion Rare Gunpowder and Lace Like a Dog Three Little Words

Synopsis: While attending your friend's baby shower, The Salesman can't help but think about what it would be like to have a family of his own. But how could he be a loving father, when the only person he's ever cared about is you?

He disliked social events, detested having to made idle conversation with people he didn’t have any interest in. The mindless small talk drove him to the brink of insanity, the idea of having to talk about cars, jobs, and how much people paid for their watches was enough to give him an aneurysm. He’d managed to avoid needless social interaction for most of his life, but now that he had you, necessity required he dip his toes into the world of dinner parties, social gatherings and idle chit chat.

As much as he loathed talking to anyone who wasn’t you, he loved you more, and he’d walked across broken glass if you told him to. “It’s only for a few hours,” you smiled, zipping up your form hugging dress. “I know you hate these things, but she is my bestfriend after all.” You knew how much he hated attending parties with you, and you felt bad for making him go. You told him that you didn’t mind if he stayed at home, but staying at home wasn’t an option for him. He needed to be close to you, a loyal dog sticking by his mistress. He couldn’t stand to be away from you, even for a minute, so he’d brave the party, just for you. Everything he did nowadays was all for you. “When we get back, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” you whispered, smirking at him slyly in the mirror.

He was instantly hard, the list of desires he had too long to play out in his head. You always let him take charge when you got home from a party, always allowed him to punish you for the mundane torture he’d endured surrounded by your friends. “You’ll regret saying that,” he smiled, coming to stand behind you, his hands trailing up your body to the delicate curve of your neck. He tightened his grip ever so slightly, a small moan of pleasure escaping you as his hand gently closed around your throat. “I’ve never regretted letting you punish me,” you whispered, you hand snaking behind you to gently grip his growing erection. You were locked in a stalemate, both you desperate to tease the other, to see who would break first.

“Why don’t you let me punish you now,” he growled into your ear, his teeth grazing the soft, sensitive skin of your earlobe. “I could let you attend the party with my handprints on your ass. Maybe I’ll make you walk around with no underwear on while I drip from that pretty little pussy of yours.” You were so close to relenting, to letting him have his way. But you didn’t have time to play now, you were already late. “You’ll just have to be patient,” you smiled sweetly, squeezing his aching bulge between your grasp a little tighter. He moaned into you, his face buried in your hair as your fingers worked him through his suit. Your touch was his drug, the one thing he craved more than anything in the world. “More,” he grunted, pushing himself further into your touch. His hips bucked against your hand; his eyes fixed on yours in the mirror as he chased his high. “Later,” you whispered, pulling your hand away. He groaned in frustration, his arousal evident through the fabric of his pants. “We need to get going,” you told him, grabbing your purse from its hook on the back of the bedroom door. “I can’t be late to my best friend’s baby shower.”

The party was just as dire as he’d expected, everyone laughing and chatting about the prospect of their friends’ becoming parents. He’d never felt paternal before, had never understood the fascination with bringing a child into the world. He did his duty, plastering a smile on his face, asking your friends about their jobs and their families. But then he noticed you, your hands proudly cupping your friends growing baby belly, the two of you lost in conversation. Something stirred within him, some carnal desire he’d never felt before.

He pictured you with a growing baby bump, your hands pressed to your lower back as you looked lovingly down at your belly. He imagined his hands cupping your bump protectively as you fell asleep each night, of placing soft, sweet kisses on your stretchmark covered stomach. You’d be a wonderful mother, so caring and kind. But what kind of father would he be? He wasn’t capable of loving anyone or anything other than you. He tried to push the thought from his mind, convincing himself it was just residual desire leftover from the moment in the bedroom. And yet the thoughts persisted. Thoughts of you bringing a baby home, of cradling the tiny life in your hands as you sat by the window. He was getting angry now, the incessant images of you caring for his baby weaving their way into the fibres of his brain. He couldn’t risk bringing a baby into the world, not when he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to love it.

That night, he was extra rough when he punished you. He forced you to your knees, fucking your throat with his aching, hard cock until tears streamed down your face. He bent you over the bed, spanking you until your skin turned red. He fucked you into the mattress, your face buried in the pillows as he took his frustration out on your tight, dripping core.

But after the punishment, when he’d returned to being your faithful little dog, the thoughts resumed. Thoughts of you growing his baby, thoughts of walks through the park with a stroller, of nighttime feeds and days out at soft play. The baby would be part of you both, your combined DNA. But he couldn’t choose what parts of him the baby inherited. Would they be as cold and callous as he was? Would they get kicks out of torturing and taking the lives of innocent people? Would they grow up to be just as evil as their father?

He didn’t sleep that night, his mind whirling as his thoughts consumed him. He stared down at you as you slept, your soft body pressed against his. He had no doubt you’d be a great mother.

But what kind of father would he be if he felt nothing for the life he helped create?

[astro-stars]

Hear me out on this... TWST with a Southern! Reader.

Like, it's the first day of school, and obviously Reader can't remember the names of the two people they just met, so when Ace says one thing or another, complaining about someone called Riddle, they just go "Hm, yeah, sweetheart."

Ace drops his lunch.

Or when they step on Leona's tail by accident, immediately going, "Oh, darling, are you alright?"

Leona couldn't fall asleep for the first time in a while.

Or after Azul's overblot, how can he not cry more, especially when Reader is rubbing circles into his shoulders, cooing, "It's okay, love, let it all out."

The scammer, unfortunately, couldn't look Reader in the eyes for a while after that.

Or when Reader gets mad, like when they cook something for their friends and Grim eats it, their immediate instinct is to go "WITH ALL I DO FOR THIS HOUSE, YOUNG MAN, WHY DON'T YOU TRY YOUR HAND AT FEEDING THIS HOUSE?!"

By house, they mean the five other first years.

please ignore that theyre out of order😭 its just the order i came up with them!

Ace Trappola

During a Class Mishap Ace messes up a potion and it starts bubbling over, covering his face in soot. Reader chuckles softly and drawls, “Well, bless your heart, sugar, you tryin’ to invent fireworks in here?” Ace sputters, trying to explain himself, but the way Reader says “sugar” makes him forget what he was even going to say. He spends the rest of the class trying (and failing) to act unfazed.

Deuce Spade

When He Gets Into Trouble Deuce gets caught in yet another fight, his uniform a mess. Reader sighs, crossing their arms. “Now, darlin’, I know your momma raised you better than this. You think brawlin’ is gonna solve your problems?” Deuce blushes deeply, stammering out an apology, and promises to do better. He can’t decide if Reader’s scolding feels more like comfort or a proper lecture, but either way, it gets through to him.

Jack Howl

After a Long Run Jack comes back from a run, panting heavily. Reader hands him a water bottle and says, “There you go, honey. Can’t have you keelin’ over on me, now.” Jack pauses mid-sip, ears twitching. He mumbles a quiet “thanks” but spends the rest of the day wondering why being called “honey” makes his tail wag.

Ruggie Bucchi

When He Steals Food Ruggie swipes a bite of Reader’s lunch, thinking they won’t notice. Reader glares and slams their hand on the table. “Now, listen here, sugar. If you’re gonna steal from me, at least have the decency to leave a ‘thank you’ note!” Ruggie freezes, torn between laughing and apologizing. He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I’ll leave a note next time, promise.”

Floyd Leech

During One of Floyd’s Moods Floyd is sulking in the lounge, glaring at anyone who comes near. Reader plops down beside him, ignoring the tension. “What’s got you in such a twist, darlin’? You look like a cat that’s been rained on.” Floyd blinks at them before breaking into a grin. “Heh, you’re funny. I like you.” He’s back to his usual chaotic self in no time, dragging Reader into whatever mischief he has planned.

Jamil Viper

When He’s Overworked Reader notices Jamil trying to juggle a million tasks at once. They gently take a tray from his hands and say, “Now, love, you can’t be doin’ everything yourself. Even the strongest trees need a little support.” Jamil hesitates but lets them help. Later, he finds himself thinking about how soft their voice was when they called him “love.”

Kalim Al-Asim

When He’s Overly Excited Kalim bursts into Reader’s room, talking a mile a minute about his latest idea for a party. Reader smiles fondly and says, “Alright, sugarcube, slow down. You’re buzzin’ around like a bee in a flower shop.” Kalim laughs, realizing he’s gotten carried away. “Sorry! I just get so excited talking to you!” Reader’s warm tone makes him feel even more enthusiastic.

Sebek Zigvolt

When He’s Loud (As Always) Sebek’s voice booms through the dorm, startling everyone nearby. Reader raises an eyebrow and says, “Well, darlin’, you sure do have a voice on you. Could probably wake the dead if you tried.” Sebek pauses, unsure if that was a compliment or not. He straightens up and replies, “Of course! A knight must always be heard!” But his face betrays the fact that he’s flustered.

Silver

When He Falls Asleep Reader finds Silver asleep under a tree and gently drapes a blanket over him. “Sleep tight, sugar. Even knights need their rest.” When Silver wakes up and sees the blanket, his heart skips a beat. He quietly resolves to thank them later, though he’s already blushing at the thought.

Vil Schoenheit

During a Self-Care Lesson Vil insists on giving Reader a skincare lesson. As he critiques their routine, Reader smirks and says, “Well, bless your heart, sweetpea. I didn’t realize I was sittin’ with the beauty queen of Twisted Wonderland.” Vil narrows his eyes, but the corners of his lips twitch upward. “Flattery will get you nowhere—though I appreciate the sentiment.”

Rook Hunt

When He’s Observing Them Rook starts waxing poetic about Reader’s charm and grace. They laugh and reply, “Oh, honey, you’re layin’ it on thicker than molasses on a pancake.” Rook places a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “But I only speak the truth, mon trésor!” Reader shakes their head, amused by his dramatics.

Epel Felmier

When He’s Feeling Insecure Epel complains about being underestimated because of his looks. Reader pats his shoulder and says, “Now, don’t you fret, darlin’. Even the prettiest apples can pack the strongest punch.” Epel grins, feeling a little more confident. “Thanks, Yuu. You’re real good at makin’ a guy feel better.”

Idia Shroud

When He’s Awkward Around Them Reader catches Idia muttering to himself about a game. They lean in with a warm smile. “Whatcha talkin’ about, sugar? Don’t keep me in suspense.” Idia jumps, his hair flaring pink. “N-nothing! It’s nothing!” But the way they said “sugar” replays in his head for days.

Malleus Draconia

During a Starlit Walk Reader invites Malleus to stargaze with them, saying, “Ain’t the night sky somethin’ else, darlin’? Makes all the troubles of the day seem so small.” Malleus gazes at them instead of the stars. “Indeed,” he murmurs, though he’s not talking about the sky.

not malleus all on his own

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I– I need to ask.

HOW DO YOU DO THIS?? Like, share your thoughts with everyone. Because I've been working on my universe for about three years now, AND I STILL FEEL LIKE IT'S NOT READY. At the same time, I’m still afraid to share these things...

So. How do you do it?D:

Alright my answer will seem a bit harsh and/or cruel, but know that I mean it in the most kind, genuine, and gentle way possible, i just don’t know how to word it any other way

With that in mind

Anon, you’re never going to be ready to share it, and the fear will always linger, you will never be 100% confident of what you share

And that’s ok

Again, I know that i make it seem super easy, but I promise that I’m just as afraid to share my ideas as anyone else (I’m a perfectionist, and that also contributes to my fear to share things)

It’s just, I think of it this way

I have an idea, and I got two choices

Either

1- I keep overthinking it, and succumb to my worries and fears when it comes to my idea, and keep my ideas with me, never to see the light of day

Or

2- I acknowledge that I’m afraid, acknowledge that my idea might not be perfect or ready, acknowledge that there might be flaws that I will probably notice later and even feel stupid about it, and still share my ideas anyway regardless of the voice in my head telling me to “wait a little more”

I usually go for choice number 2

The art and writing process is complicated, it’s so not easy to write something and feel ready to share it, no matter how much time it takes, you will never ever feel truly and utterly ready to share it, you’ll have that worry in your mind that maybe it’s stupid, or incomplete, or inconsistent or whatever else

And guess what? Sometimes, the worried voice in your head is completely right

But what matters is how you tackle it

Even if you share an idea, remember that you can always change your mind about it, you can absolutely go back and say, I don’t like that idea anymore and so I’ll remove/ change/ replace it

Ideas are never set in stone, you change and grow as a person as so do your ideas, they grow and change with you as you learn more and more, and sometimes they don’t, they don’t change at all, and that’s ok too

You can’t keep worrying about whether the story or idea you’re working on is ready or complete, because all you’re going to do is just walk around in circles and end up never sharing anything at all

It’s ok to be worried, but you can’t let your worries control you, of course, it’s not easy to ignore your worries, but it’s better than feeling stuck with your ideas

I myself do deal with these worries a lot, most of the time i just tell my brain “shut up” and share my ideas anyway, other times my worries do get the best of me and i tend to keep some ideas to myself

But sharing your ideas is actually essential for you to actually be able to work on them and refine them, because people might start asking questions or giving really good feedback that you actually sit with yourself to think about

But what if they ask you a question and you don’t know the answer to it? That’s actually a good thing, it’ll make you sit down and think of how to connect the dots and answer it, not only does it mean you’re actually making progress on your story/ideas, but these kinda questions help you understand different perspectives and by that, you learn and grow in your writing

It’s ok to be worried and to keep ideas to yourself sometimes, but don’t let them fester, because believe me, eventually your passion is gonna burn out because you kept overthinking it to the point it became just a worry than something you enjoy doing

In fact, to give you a bit of motivation, imma actually share one of the ideas I never shared cause I was afraid it’ll be a bit stupid and out of character

And I’m very worried about sharing it, but fuck my worry I do what I want

Remember when I mentioned Dream received one gift from Nightmare, and never received anything after? My idea for that gift was an echo flower he gave Dream, and it echoes one thing “I love you”

There, I shared it ouuughh the stress of sharing it is killing me actually, but I mean I can keep worrying about it forever, or actually share it and refine it later if I wanted, I choose the latter

And your ideas are never going to be perfect anyway, but you can improve them with time, even after sharing them

That’s all I do really shzggz

So go out there and start sharing anon, fuck anxiety, you can do whatever you want, you’re unstoppable

[theocddiaries]

[In Stone's café, Shadow brings the bill to Maddie, who is sitting with her children. He gives Sonic a piece of cake.] Shadow: On the house. Knuckles: Oh, nice! If I’d known we’d eat for free because you’re dating the waiter, I would’ve asked him out myself. Everyone: Shhh!! [They see Robotnik passing by with a box in his hands. He stops and looks at them after hearing the commotion. Maddie waves, and he nods in acknowledgment before leaving the café.] Tails: It’s not the meal that’s free; it’s just the piece of cake for Sonic. Knuckles: Ugh, it’s always Sonic! Why never me?! …Oh, right, because now you’re a couple… Everyone: Shhh! [Robotnik, comes back into the café, looks at their table suspiciously. They all give him fake smiles, and he continues on his way.] Shadow [in a low voice]: Knuckles, for the umpteenth time, you can’t say that here because Ivo and Mr. Stone don’t know. Knuckles: What? That you lost your voice? Sonic: That he’s dating me, knucklehead. Maddie: Sweetheart, trust me, you’ll feel better if you tell them. Shadow: No. They’re letting me live in their house; I can’t impose even more by telling them I’m dating Sonic. No offense. Sonic: None taken. Tails: But Maddie’s right. You don’t have to tell Eggman; you could tell Stone, and he could tell him for you. Knuckles: Who’s "he"? Stone or Robotnik? Robotnik [about to leave again]: What? Knuckles: What? Robotnik: Were you calling me? Knuckles: No. Robotnik: Oh. Knuckles: We were mentioning you. Robotnik: What??? Maddie: Yeah, because we wondered if one can order food to go here? Robotnik: The hell I know. Ask Stone, it’s his café. Sonic: Then what are you doing here all the time, coming in and out? Robotnik: What does it matter to you, little pest! [continues on his way] Shadow: Sonic, you’re not making it easier. [Robotnik comes back in, still holding a box.] Sonic: But what's he even doing? Knuckles: Wait. Does Robotnik know or not? And what is it we know? Because I’m-- Maddie: Knuckles, honey, remember this morning when you asked me if you could use the living room to do your training? Knuckles: Yes. Maddie: Well, you can. Let’s go. [gets up] Knuckles: Oh, yes! [jumps out of his seat]: Free food and a family training session, this is the best day of my life! [Tails gives Maddie a pleading look, but she just makes apologetic gestures as she ushers him away. Sonic and Shadow are left alone.] Sonic [stands up]: Look, if it helps, I think Stone will take it well and support you. And they’re not 'letting' you live with them. You’re part of their family; they won’t kick you out over something like this. And if it ever happens, which it won’t, you’re always welcome at my place, okay? [puts a hand on his shoulder] Shadow: Thanks-- Robotnik [approaching with Stone, still holding the box]: Shadow. [Shadow sweeps Sonic’s legs out from under him, making him fall, so it looks like he was holding his arm to keep him from falling.] Robotnik: How many times do I have to tell you to just let him fall? I deserve to laugh, too. Sonic: Eggman, why don't you go to hell? Robotnik: Later. Now, Stone and I want to tell Shadow something. Stone: Shadow… Um. Ivo and I are dating. Sonic: My condolences, Stone. Robotnik: Shut your mouth! Stone: Is that okay with you? Shadow: Yes. Sure. Stone: Really? [sighs]: That’s a huge weight off my shoulders. Robotnik: Mine too. [shows them the box, which is empty]: I've been walking with an empty box because I didn't know how to approach this. [sets it down] Stone: It’s best to just say it. We’re all family; we can’t keep such important things from each other. Shadow: …Right. Stone: Well, when you’re done with the tables, come help me prep the daily special, okay? Shadow: Sure, I’ll be right there. [Stone leaves with Robotnik.] Shadow: …I guess I have to tell them, don’t I? Sonic: It’s your call. But I’m glad you see Stone is trustworthy. Shadow: Hm… [grabs the box]: First, I’m going to take a walk with this and hope it helps me too.

[dfortrafalgar]

Catch Up

Law x Fem Reader

You might have met your soulmate while intoxicated, making out with him in a dark broom closet. But the only thing you left with was his first name.

Warnings: MATURE CONTENT, MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED, reader is meant to be over 21, bar crawl setting and responsible alcohol consumption

A/N: imagine having multiple chapters for this fic finished for months and just. never uploading them

[Also posted on AO3]

Chapter 2

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The way his hands freed you of your pants held both nervous apprehension and excited giddiness.  You could feel the way the tips of his calloused fingers trembled as he guided your hips out of your clothing and let the fabric pool around your feet.  Strong arms and a solid chest supported you in the darkness as you stepped out of your clothing, gasping as his arms swooped below your ass to scoop you off your feet.  The way Law chuckled, such a deep, sensual sound, as you involuntarily wrapped your legs around his hips, had a heat pouring in your abdomen that you hadn’t experienced in a very long time.  He carefully moved through the darkness and held you against the concrete wall, quickly adjusting to your preferred pace of kisses along your lips, jaw, and neck.

Law was quickly falling for the sounds that snuck past your tongue when he gently lowered his canines over the sensitive skin of your jugular.  You were absolutely divine.  He needed to thank Shachi later for being the one to give him the encouraging push to talk to you.

Your nails weakly scratched the skin of Law’s back, making him smile into your skin as he ground his hips into yours.  His boxers still concealed his painfully erect cock, but the friction the cotton provided against your clit had you panting and shivering in his arms.  

You wished you could see him in the darkness.  Were his cheeks as flushed as your’s felt?  Perhaps his gorgeous tanned skin blushed a darker hue of crimson that complimented his stunning face even more.  Maybe his lips were wet from your heated kisses, shining in a dirty, erotic combination of your spit.  You wanted to see the torso that felt so alluring under your fingertips.  Were there any other tattoos on his body?  How big was the piece on his chest?

Law once again captured your lips in a mind-numbing kiss as one of his hands fell to his boxers to slip his cock through the slit in the front.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You bit down a yelp as you jumped in his arms from the noise directly next to where your bare body was pressed into the concrete wall.  Law cursed under his breath.

“Aye, Law, are you in there?  What the fuck are you doing, man?”  An agitated voice rang from outside the door.  “Some guy puked his guts out on the floor, I need the Smelleze!”

“Give me a second!” Law hollered back, helping you unhook your legs from his waist and lowering you to the ground to fumble blindly for your pants.

“Are you jerking off in there?  You freak,” teased the voice outside of the door.

“Shut your trap, Penguin,” Law snapped back.

“You were, weren’t you!  Bro, I’m a guy too, I’ll just come in.”  The man, Penguin, had clearly made a motion to turn the door handle with the way the metal jingled.

Law groped for you in the darkness and accidentally fondled your breast in the process.  He quickly found your shoulder and ushered you behind the door’s hinges before hiking up his jeans and zipping his fly.  You kept your mouth zipped air-tight as the door opened and the muted neon purple light from the club flowed into the closet.

“Where’s your shirt?” asked Penguin.  You could almost hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

You saw Law from behind the door grab a bottle of chemical cleaner from the small shelf built into the far wall.  “Here’s your puke stuff.  Can you get outta here?”

“I need the mop, too, shithead,” teased Penguin.

You fought desperately to bite back the laugh in your lungs at the way Law grabbed the mop bucket with such fervor that the wheels on the bottom of the caddy skipped over the floor with a gaseous sound.  Penguin, who still had no idea you were behind the door almost completely naked, also found the sound to be humorous, given his dry laughter.

“Sorry for cockblocking you, I’ll pay you back later.”  The man finally closed the door behind him, once again shrouding the closet in darkness.

A stuffy silence fell between the two of you.

“I am… so sorry,” muttered Law.  You felt a pang of pity in your chest at how dejected his voice sounded, a complete contrast to his bold and confident demeanor just a few moments prior.

“Hey, don’t be, it’s alright,” you reassured, moving through the darkness to blindly reach for him.  “I guess that’s our karma for being in a broom closet.”

You felt Law’s shoulders bounce with his subtle huff.  “Guess you have a point.”

Your attention was suddenly drawn to the faint light from the floor.  Your phone had lit up in your discarded pants, illuminating through the fabric.  You bent down and scooped up your clothing, grabbing your phone out of your pocket after pulling your pants back on.

Namiiii GIRL where are you???  Some guy threw up on the dance floor and almost got Ikkaku’s shoe, so we’re waiting outside.  Did you get kidnapped or something????

“Shit, my friends are waiting for me,” you sighed, flipping on your flashlight and quickly scanning the floor for your bra and shirt.  After pulling all of your clothes back on, you gazed through the darkness to where you assumed Law was still standing.  “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, go see your friends,” he responded, his voice soft and tender.  For someone you had only just met, his presence filled your heart with a fuzzy feeling that was so foreign to you.

“Thank you, and hey, it was wonderful meeting you.”  You groped through the darkness, hand landing on his muscular chest.  You leaned up, pecking a warm kiss to his lips before finding the door knob to the closet and slipping out as inconspicuous as you could.

You made your way through and club and back to the entrance as fast as you could, eyeballing the man, who you figured must have been Penguin, mulling over a mound of powder on the floor.  The bartender with sunglasses who took your orders earlier was very clearly making fun of the other.  The incident must have made many people evacuate the bar, as the lights were slightly less colorful and the floor was substantially emptier than it had been.  How long were you even in that closet?

Your feet carried you through the entrance and back out onto the main road.  After glancing around briefly, you spotted Nami and Ikkaku waiting under the overhang of a closed Irish pub.  The curly-haired girl spotted you first, calling you over with a wave of your hand.

“There you are, gosh we were starting to get worried!”

You trotted up to them, hoping that your hair and make-up weren’t too messed up.  “I’m so sorry I took so long,” you sighed.

“What were you even doing, anyway?” Nami asked, her hands on her hips and her lips pursed in both curiosity and concern.

“You’re not gonna believe this…” you muttered.

Your friends waited patiently for you to continue.

“That hot bartender from before,” you began.

“Yeah?” the two women urged you on.

You simply flashed a coy smile.  Nami and Ikkaku seemed to get the hint almost immediately, as they burst into a fit of squeals and giggles.

“No way, no way!” Nami cheered, almost bouncing up and down.  “Did you guys actually fuck or–”

“Nami, keep your voice down!” you hushed, laughing along with her.  “We… uhm…”

“Let me guess,” Ikkaku gestured.  “Cockblocked by the guy that puked?”

“How did you know?”

The brunette smiled.  “Everyone cleared out of there like the plague was back in style.  Figured that would make sense.”

Nami sneered at her friend.  “You’re one to talk, you almost keeled over with that guy!”

“He almost barfed on my feet, I couldn’t help it!”

You laughed through their bickering, a feather-light feeling flowing through your veins.  The events of the night, though not progressing as far as your body might have wanted, made you feel as though you were on Cloud 9 regardless.  You followed your best friends as you walked down the road back toward your apartment.

“So, what was his name?” Ikkaku asked.

“Law,” you responded.

“Did you get his number?” Nami questioned.

You stopped dead in your tracks.

“Shit.”

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Law’s eyes were finally adjusting to the normal white fluorescent light of the club now that the patrons had filed out and he could begin cleaning his bar.  He popped an earbud into his ear and reached for his phone to turn on his own music when his thumb stopped short of his messages app.

“Shit.”

[seastarblue]

new year, new me, new intro! as always this is subject to change as time goes on <3

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Nice to meet you! You can call me Sea, or Seastar, or whatever really I don’t mind too much!

-> About Me:

She / Her

18

AroAce

Black and Muslim (feel free to ask about either ^^)

Somewhat neurodivergent but I don’t know what exactly …

My favorite colors are red, yellow, and blue! Classics.

Favorite food is really anything my mom makes 🙏

I try to be funny sometimes and idk if it works but I’m doing it anyways

I’d like to use more tone indicators (like /pos, /gen, etc) and to ID more images here ! sometimes I forget…

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Anyways. Onto…

-> what I do and post about:

I’m a writer (or I try to be), artist (again: try to be), and a professional Silly Lil Guy 😌. I’d like to be a pharmacist soon, I’m planning on going to college for that !

This is my only blog, and here I post a plethora of Things, including but not limited to:

My original writing / doodles (more on those later)

My cool mooties and their characters

I wanna start writing prompts and such! For others to get ideas from!

This isn’t quite a whump blog per se but I do like whump and I do post about it occasionally so!

Yeah that’s basically it I’m ngl

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I’ve got a pretty decent tagging system if I do say so myself ^^ so a quick guide to that here:

#sea speaks! - for when I have random stuff to say! not always about writing stuff though

#sea draws - self explanatory

#sea’s asks - self explanatory

#sea’s games - for now, its tag games I’ve participated in! hopefully I’ll start making my own games soon…

#sea’s moots - for things that my (Aweseomesauce) mutuals have done

#osea: character name - for posts about specific ocs (or oseas >:D)

#o(sea’s) - for posts relating to a whole bunch of characters!

#sea’s story 1-3 - posts relating to WIPs of mine! more on those… in a bit

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-> Important Links:

I have two tag lists! This one is for writing and this one is for tag games! Dm me if you want on either ^^

here’s my master list for prompts! hopefully I’ll fill it up soon ^^

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now onto…

-> My Original Works:

All art that’s done by me is under the tag #sea draws (I’m SO bad at tagging sometimes tho so expect some stragglers)

I’ve got a grand total of …*checks notes* three main writing WIPs, and two tiny little ones I haven’t fleshed out at all!

more about them under the cut:

-> Ardenia WIPs:

(Psst, the following all come from one specific world, of my own creation! In order, it’d be the unnamed one, Interwoven, then TGS, then AGGTRG!)

Interwoven - lovingly tagged as #sea’s story 1 status: hiatus as I figure out more Plot — outlining Genre: Fantasy Themes: family, friendship, grief, loyalty, power, justice, belonging

Kaiden Evania is a cursed bounty hunter focused on very few things: paying off her brother’s tuition, keeping her little family safe, and enacting bloody vengeance on them. Bounty hunting isn’t a ‘proper’ job, however, and eventually Kaiden is imprisoned on charges of murdering a Guard.

She’s—begrudgingly—accepted her fate, and awaits trial, when a mysterious offer comes right to her cell door, promising everything she wants and more. Despite her skepticism, she takes it.

And with that, she and eight others are thrust into a kingdom-wide web of death, lies, brutality, and spirits.

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A Golem’s Guide to Regaining Goodness - lovingly tagged as #sea’s story 2 status: brainstorming and shitposting Genre: Post Apocalyptic Fantasy Themes: Identity, belonging, morality, family

A former war golem, Arbor, and his young dragon companion Fiamma, travel the now war torn continent of Ardenia. Join them as they meet new people, explore the realm, and search for the answer to a single question: “What makes someone good?”

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The Guiding Star - lovingly tagged as #sea’s story 3 status: brainstorming only because I don’t have enough Plot to shitpost Genre: Steampunk Pirate Fantasy Themes: (idk yet)

Zenith, of the Guiding Star, is no different than other pirates. They’ve lied, stole, and killed others, all in the name of fame and riches. They and their tiny crew of three others are unassuming, small fish compared to the gargantuan crews that share their skies.

When the Goddess Andromeda’s stars start falling from the sky, the Guiding Star’s crew are the first to pounce on the opportunity for power beyond their widest imaginations. Little do they know, they are not alone in this hunt. There are others, pirates and kingdoms alike, who will stop at nothing to collect all the stars and use them for their own gain. (will fill this out more later)

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[Title Pending.] Status: just an idea Genre: Fantasy (structured like a field guide) Themes: (idk yet)

A field guide of Ardenia, written a long time ago.

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and now the WIP that isn’t a part of Ardenia:

[Title Also Pending]

Either way, it’s a whump story surrounding a healer and a crownchain knight, both of which are trapped in a fighting ring against their will!

It’s set in the Crownchain universe, which was created by @whumpdreaming and I HIGHLY recommend their content ok peak whump right there!

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Now that the yapping’s outta the way… I’d like to take a moment and say…

to all my lovely lovely moots and followers: I love yall sm <3

stay funky, and have a wonderful day!

[azaharinflames]

Curently 911 is filming episode 11 & 12, and Lou is working on another project. There's no way he's working on 9-1-1 at the same time. LA traffic alone wouldn't allow it.

I thought I have prepared my heart for the possibility of Bucktommy not going back together again. But a new affirmative sign like this still hurts me a little 😔.

Hi, Nonnie!

Listen, I get it. But in my honest opinion? Lou was never gonna come back in the first eps of 8b. We know 9&10 are mostly going to deal with Maddie’s kidnapping and Tim has teased the end of ep 10 changes everyone’s life. Now, you can choose to be a bit skeptical about that part. I know I am.

Either way, we know post ep 10 there is a time jump. My personal theory is that it won’t be a super big one, rather it will be a natural time jump (to make it so what happens in the series happens at the same time as we watch it), and the first couple eps will be to establish some SLs.

Personal theory? We will see the rebound for Buck that Tim teased. I do believe it won’t last more than a couple eps. And then we’ll probably have Buck exploring or trying to get to know himself better. Boring and overused, but if they go in any other direction I will be genuinely surprised.

If/when Tommy comes back… honestly I don’t think it’ll be any earlier than at least midway through 8b, if not in the last couple of eps or even in the last one. Mostly so the audience is hooked for the next season but also because it wouldn’t make sense to make the audience go through the bs of 806-808 if things were going to be fine a few eps later.

We have to remember Tommy is not a main. Most likely, if Buck and he manage to find each other again, it will be something to mostly happen off-season, imo. As in, we will have a cute reunion on screen, then the season will end, then (perhaps based on the reaction idk) we’ll start the next season (if we get one) already with them having worked through their issues.

I know the idea of it sucks a bit but hey. They had Tarlos say their ILYs off-season. So. I wouldn’t be too surprised lmao.

(Also if he does not come back for this season, I honestly think he will only come back if they need a HEA for Buck once the series ends and Lou is available for that. Because imho they are not finding a LI that works better than him any time soon)

As for Lou’s filming schedule, I wouldn’t put too much weight on it. Mostly because we don’t know it. We don’t know if he’s mostly done with the sketch show, or if he only has to shoot 3 days a week, or what. Nothing tells us shooting that and shooting 911 is something impossible to combine.

And I don’t want to pretend I know something will happen, or give anyone false hope. I’m the first person who truly expects nothing from this show anymore and who knows chances are we will be disappointed, because the show has shown us we can’t trust it. Just wanted to point out some things ;)

Anyway, my inbox is open for venting, ranting, and giving your opinions! Physical therapy has been kicking my ass this week but I’ll try to be more present (don’t tear your meniscus, babes. I highly do not recommend)

Take care <3

[capitanoidyll]

pirouette

ii. master

due to popular recognition, you have been requested to attend a grand soiree where you will be performing for countless of people. good thing your parents hired victoria housekeeping to watch over you.

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You smoothed out your dress as you sat at your parents’ dining room table. Due to your popularity and rising fame you have been selected to attend a grand soirée accompanied by other famous people. And, of course, your parents were insistent on getting you a bodyguard. Who they got, however, you weren’t entirely sure, but you were told to dress nice as you would be meeting them today.

“She’s in here.”

You could hear the muffled voices of both your mother and father as they escorted your would be bodyguard through the hall that led to the dining room.

You could feel your heart-rate pickup but you did your best to calm yourself as you straightened your posture and plastered an award winning smile on your face. Never show your fear, your mother would always say to you.

This instance will be no different.

The room to the dining room opened and you could admit that it was hard to mask your surprise when you saw Lycaon next to your parents. Out of all-

“Y/n! Darling! We heard from your manager that Victoria Housekeeping will be guarding your group on your next jobs, so we decided to get Sir Von Lycaon himself to be your personal bodyguard since the rest of his company will be close by. It definitely makes things easier and we don’t have to worry about multiple factions fighting over the job.”

Your mother happily chattered away as Lycaon came up to you, you were already pushing your chair back to stand. And now that you were level with him you were surprised at the height difference! He was taller than you expected as the stage you usually stood on didn’t compare anyone’s real height.

I mean, you barely came up to his chest for crying out loud!

“Sir Lycaon,” you said with a smile, “I’m happy that you will be guarding me. I hope I don’t cause you too much trouble.”

He held out his hand for you to which you hesitated in taking but lifted your hand anyway. Hid fingers gently pressed into your palm as he turned your hand over and raised your hand a bit as he bent down and placed a kiss to your knuckles.

“No matter what trouble comes your way, I will protect you, Master.”

Dead. KO’ed. Deceased. Arrow through the heart.

Oh, you were done for.

He let go of your hand as you managed to fight the heat that threatened to spread across your face as you turned to your parents. Your father being the next to speak up, “as discussed, your payment will be given in full once she is brought back home safe, sound, and in one piece without a single hair on her head out of place.”

You immediately deflated at the reminder of payment. That’s right, Lycaon wasn’t here because he wanted to be. He was here because he was hired and will be paid accordingly. In other words,… the reason he was probably at your shows and others was because he was preparing to receive multiple jobs that the entertainment industry has to offer. Bodyguards, and I mean GOOD bodyguards were always in high demand.

With your big fat crush on the man still weighing heavily on you, you did admit that it hurt to hear the payment part, but oh well, that’s just life…

“Of course,” Lycaon agreed as he checked his watch.

Multiple things were discussed after that. Times, places, just how close Lycaon will be to you, and among other things.

“Alright, I’ll see you both later,” you said as you went for the front door. While they were discussing more terms and conditions, you had taken the chance to change into more comfortable clothing as you planned to go out, but of course… you were stopped before you could leave.

“And where are you going?”

“Out?”

Your parents looked at one another before looking back at you, “then take Lycaon with you.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “I thought he was just my guard for the soiree?”

“We all talked it over and decided that it would be best that he starts now and stays as your bodyguard until after the soiree and he brings you home from it.”

You looked to Lycaon who was already standing up to be by your side.

“Well, alright,” you looked to Lycaon, “I’m going to meet up with some friends, is that alright?”

He nodded, “I’ll try not to disturb your day-to-day life, master.”

You wondered just how well this was going to work out.

[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 6089

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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16

OMNISCIENT Yasmine spent her day at the hair salon, skillfully styling one of her clients' hair. Later tonight, she has an important match against Liv Morgan for the women's world championship, marking her fourth title defense since claiming the title.

Yasmine couldn't help but feel irritated by Liv Morgan's attempts to assert herself as the best. Deep down, she knew that Liv's claims were far from the truth, and it frustrated her to think about it. However, that annoyance was irrelevant; Yasmine was confident that victory was hers for the taking tonight.

As she worked on her client's hair, the sound of the door opening barely registered in her mind. Focused on her task, she was caught off guard when two strong arms encircled her waist. The familiar scent that filled the room confirmed her suspicions—it was Jey. She recognized his affectionate nature immediately, and a warm smile spread across her face.

Yasmine glanced over her shoulder, and there he was, standing right behind her, a grin spreading across his face as he proudly displayed his grills.

"Hey, baby girl," Jey said as he placed a kiss on her cheek.

Yasmine suddenly realized that he had brought food along, and it dawned on her that her lunch break was just around the corner.

"Hii, Papi. I didn't expect you to come see me let me finish my client's hair and we'll eat," she said.

"Take yo' time mama I'll be in the back waiting," Yasmine nodded her head earning a slap on the ass from him before he disappeared towards the back.

Once she completed her client's hairstyle, she took a moment to tidy her workspace before making her way to the back with Jey. As she approached, she noticed him engrossed in his phone, scrolling through social media. Her presence caught his eye as she walked right in front of him.

He set his phone aside and drew Yasmine onto his lap, showering her glossy lips with gentle kisses before trailing a soft kiss along her neck. Jey cherished her like no one else, consistently demonstrating that he had transformed and had no regrets about beginning anew with Yasmine.

Yasmine laughed softly as she noticed his lips glistening after they shared a few kisses. Their playful moment lingered as they settled down to enjoy their meal together.

"How do you feel about yo' upcoming match with Liv tonight mama?" Jey asked while munching down on his food.

"I feel pretty confident about it, this would be my fourth title defense. I mean I don't what she is trying to prove here but it's starting to annoy me," she said.

"I mean if Dom is going interfere with you retaining your title I would be gladly to walk out there with you tonight," Yasmine welcomed Jey's decision to come out for support, recognizing that Liv often had Dom trailing after her like a lost puppy. It would be satisfying to confront Liv with that reality.

Yasmine was eager to put an end to the ongoing conflict between her and Liv. The tension had lingered for far too long, and Yasmine found it increasingly unbearable, especially when Liv constantly dredged up painful memories of Jey's infidelity and Yasmine's struggles with her mental health. It was time to move on and leave the past behind.

Liv kept repeating herself endlessly, and Yasmine was growing tired of the ongoing conflict between them. She believed that this feud would only come to an end once she reclaimed her title.

Yasmine deserves to face other women in the ring, but Liv's interference is incredibly frustrating for her.

"I'm just tired of her taking opportunities away from the other women in the locker room you know?" She expressed.

"I understand mama, for real but don't worry you will keep your championship," Yasmine smiled at him before giving him a kiss on the lips.

Yasmine and Jey, lost in the moment after their lunch together, found themselves wrapped in a passionate embrace. Completely absorbed in each other, they momentarily forgot that they were at work. Fortunately, the absence of any interruptions allowed them to savor this intimate connection without a care in the world.

Jey's tongue danced within Yasmine's mouth as he playfully smacked her right cheek, the heat of their bodies igniting as she ground against him. Their hands roamed freely, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them.

Yasmine understood that returning to work was necessary, yet she found it impossible to part from Jey. She decided to grant them a few extra moments to enjoy each other's closeness, acutely aware of his desire for her as he instinctively pressed his hips upward.

"You lucky yo' ass at work right now I would've been beat that pussy up teasing me and shit," Jey muttered.

Yasmine pulled away from him while having a grin on her face, "oh? Is someone upset because he can't get none?" She teased him which caused him to chuckle.

He pulled away from the kiss wrapping his hands around her throat pulling her face closer to his while he whispered in her ear, "Keep playing with me Minks, I won't hesitate to fuck you while sitting in this damn chair have yo' ass looking dumb," His voice had a rich, gravelly quality that stirred something within Yasmine when he spoke.

She was torn between the thrill of teasing him to uncover his reactions and the desire to take a breather before her legs gave out. Yet, the excitement was too tempting to resist, and she chose to keep teasing him, fully aware that this might be her last chance to enjoy the moment.

"You talk a big game Mr. Fatu, why don't you come do it then?" His gaze was consumed by desire the moment she spoke those words, yet Yasmine swiftly rose from his lap and fled, prompting a low, dark chuckle to escape his lips.

"Yasmine, I am not finna be chasing yo' tiny ass, c'mere," Yasmine darted through the salon, attempting to evade Jey, reminiscent of two playful children sneaking around their parents' room when they weren't supposed to.

As she stepped inside, she discovered a closet nearby, stifling her laughter as she heard his footsteps approaching. "Minks, C'mon dawg im not playing hide and seek bring yo' ass here!" He shouted as Yasmine was chuckling quietly.

Yasmine listened as his footsteps faded into the distance, searching for her elsewhere. Realizing she needed a new hiding place, she devised a quick plan. Once she was certain the coast was clear, she emerged from the closet and dashed upstairs, ensuring he was nowhere in sight.

"Aye! I see you minks bring yo' ass here now!" Yasmine let out a terrified scream as she dashed up the stairs, fully aware that he was closing in on her with every step.

She could hear his footsteps pounding behind her as she sprinted toward her new hiding place. When she finally reached the door, she desperately tried to slam it shut, hoping to keep him out, but he was far too strong for her.

He burst through the door, lifting her effortlessly by the thighs as she laughed playfully at him. With a mischievous grin, he pinned her against the wall, positioning himself between her legs.

Jey leaned in and softly kissed her, planting several gentle pecks on her lips before slowly drawing back.

"You play to damn much Minks, got me running around like a maniac,"

"I just wanted to see where your head was at, can't you let me get away with this one?" She said forming her lips in a pouty way.

Jey couldn't resist while nodding his head placing another a kiss on her lips, "Yeah, but tonight no running from me you hear me?" Jey said as Yasmine nodded her head.

"I got something special planned for tonight after yo' match aight?"

Yasmine's curiosity ignited as she pondered what he had in store for the evening. She felt the urge to ask questions, but the desire to preserve the surprise held her back. For the moment, she decided to stay silent. As they made their way downstairs, Jey playfully gave her a light slap on the backside, making her yelp in surprise.

✧˚° JEY After I exited the salon, I headed to the mall with Montez, Trinity, and Bianca. They were there to assist me with a surprise I had in mind for tonight. I was planning to propose to Yasmine, aiming to make her mine forever, rather than just giving her the promise ring I had presented a couple of months ago.

After nearly a year of being together, I realized it was the perfect moment to take the next step and propose to her. As the music softly played in the background, the car was filled with a comfortable silence. I understand that things haven't been great between Tez and me since my past actions towards Yasmine, but I've changed. My feelings for his sister are genuine, and I truly love her.

Bianca began to speak breaking the awkward silence, "I cannot believe that you're going to be proposing to her Jey," she said.

"I mean, I feel like it's the right time to do so, she doesn't know anything about it other than it is a surprise," I said while focusing on the road.

"Absolutely, I see your point. You two have truly faced it all together—every challenge and every triumph." It's undeniable that Yasmine and I have shared countless experiences, especially during the times I stumbled. However, that's all behind us now. My focus is on the present and what lies ahead.

As we arrived at the mall, I switched off the car and grabbed the keys, eager to step out. We all made our way toward the entrance, buzzing with excitement, ready to pair off into groups of two.

Montez and I will be searching for the perfect rings for Yasmine, while Bianca and Trinity explore other options. As we browse through the rings, our focus will be on finding the one that truly matches Yasmine's unique style.

We remained silent, fully aware of his intense desire to confront me for the way I had treated his sister. He had placed his complete trust in me to look out for her, and I had failed to do so. I could see why he felt that way.

As we were looking at the rings that when I heard him say something to me, "Look Uce, I didn't appreciate you treating my sister like that knowing what she had been through but I'm glad to see her happy again and even more happy when she finds out you want to marry her." Montez said as me and him did our handshake that went into a hug.

"You have my blessing,"

"Thank you Uce, now which ring do you think suits your sister the most," I said.

We both examined the rings, searching for the perfect one for Yasmine. He chose the stunning piece on the left, which sparkled brilliantly. I could already envision her delight when she sees it; it's simply beautiful and sure to capture her heart.

"She's a size six by the way if she didn't tell you," He said as I nodded my head.

I purchased the ring and expressed my gratitude as they carefully placed it in a bag for me. After that, Montez and I headed to Pandora to pick out some bracelets and necklaces. She had a keen interest in crystals, so we planned to visit that store too.

After spending nearly half the day shopping, we all gathered at the same location to share and admire the surprise items everyone had picked out for the reveal at my house.

Trinity and Bianca quickly headed to Victoria's Secret, eager to pick up something not just for themselves, but also for Yasmine.

As I glanced at the clock, I realized it was nearly time for us to return and witness Yasmine defend her title against Liv Morgan. I could feel Yasmine's determination; she was eager to maintain her reign until the perfect challenger emerged to claim the championship from her.

"I see y'all got a lot of stuff," I said.

"Yeah, of course. this is goin to be Yasmine special day today," Trinity said as I chuckle at her.

"A'ight let's go visit my girl at work before her match night," As we started to leave the building, everyone nodded in agreement while we loaded our belongings into the trunk.

✧˚° As I made my way to Yasmine's locker room, a bouquet of roses in hand, I couldn't help but wish for a peaceful evening free from any drama. Today was my day off, and all I wanted was to enjoy some quality time with my lady without any distractions.

As I approached her door, I accidentally brushed past Carmelo, giving him a cold glare as I continued toward her locker room. Just as I was about to reach it, he threw out a slick remark that caught my attention.

"She's not even that special, I don't even know what you see in her," Carmelo said while folding his arms.

"And who are you to tell me that? I see a lot when it comes to her, she has a special heart," I said as I heard him chuckling.

"You're going to get tired of her eventually, hell I wouldn't even blame you for cheating on her again when it comes to her being in her head a lot," I felt an overwhelming urge to punch him right then and there after his comment, but I knew I had to keep my composure as I stepped through Yasmine's door and closed it firmly behind me.

As she stood before the mirror, applying lip gloss to her lips, she was completely unaware of my arrival at the door, holding her favorite flowers.

"Hey, mamas," I said as I had seen her jump up being startled at my voice.

"Oh my god! you cannot be doing that Jey Jesus," Yasmine said as I chuckled at her before handing her the bouquet of roses.

She gazed at the roses, then lifted her eyes to meet mine, a smile lighting up her face as she recognized her favorite blooms. Yasmine inhaled their sweet fragrance before gently setting them down on the table.

As I lifted her by the thighs, she wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace, and I gently pressed my lips against hers, savoring the softness of her glossy smile. "thank you for the flowers big daddy," she said almost in a teasing tone.

"Keep on with that Yasmine I told you earlier today, but you're welcome you deserve them,"

"Whaaat? It's funny teasing you just to get you all worked up," she thought shit was funny doing that until I bend her ass over and fuck her silly she won't be laughing anymore.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes as she led us to the couch, now perched on my lap with my hands resting on her hips, giving them a playful squeeze. "you wanna get me all worked up huh?" I said as she nodded her head.

I gently pressed my lips against hers once more, and she eagerly returned the kiss. A few more tender pecks followed, quickly escalating into a passionate make-out session just moments before her match.

As our lips danced together, I could feel her fingers playfully tugging at my mullet, a clear sign of her desire for more. She had been teasing me all day, and I couldn't help but think that soon, I would have my chance to turn the tables.

I placed a soft kiss on her neck began sucking on it as she threw her head back giving me access to her neck while I slithered my hands down her tights rubbing her moist cunt causing her to moan softly.

But she wasn't going to get it so easily as I pulled my hand from her tights causing her to whine while I chuckled at her.

"You gotta wait until later baby girl," I said.

"You're not being fair Josh," I stared at her in disbelief; how could she have the audacity to say that after spending the entire day teasing me?

"You wouldn't be saying that when you was having me run around the damn salon looking for yo' ass huh? Don't worry imma fix that tonight,"

She sighed dramatically, pouting as if that would sway me once more. I only gave in earlier today when she had me chasing after her.

"Yasmine to the Gorilla, Yasmine to the Gorilla,"

She took that as her signal to head over to the Gorilla for her match against Liv. Rising from my lap, she walked toward the mirror, reapplying lip gloss to her lips. I stood behind her, gently brushing her hair aside and placing a soft kiss on her neck.

Ms. Kim certainly nailed her look for the evening. She's been putting in serious effort when it comes to impressing Yasmine. As I held her title on my shoulders, eagerly anticipating the moment she finished preparing, I noticed her take one final glance at her reflection before I handed her the title.

She planted a gentle kiss on my cheek as I playfully smacked her backside, boosting her confidence. I had assured her that I would accompany her for her entrance and remain by her side at ringside tonight. With that promise in mind, we intertwined our fingers and made our way out the door together.

As we approached the Gorilla, I noticed Triple H making his way toward us. He greeted me with a friendly dab before leaning in for a hug. In a low voice, he whispered, "She's destined to be a star." We stepped back, and I nodded in agreement, fully believing in his words.

"You ready kid?" Triple H asked as I saw Yasmine nodding her head.

We patiently held off until Liv completed her entrance, allowing Yasmine to shine in her own spotlight. That's when Triple H's music blared, and the crowd erupted in cheers for her. My heart soared with pride, realizing that my girl is truly a star.

As we stepped out from the Gorilla, our fingers remained tightly intertwined, a symbol of our connection.

"From Brooklyn, New York accompany by Main Event Jey Uso, weighing at 150 pounds she's your Women's World Champion YASMINE!!!"

As we strolled toward the ring, she playfully blew kisses to her fans while I joined in the excitement, sharing the moment with them. We were both beloved figures in the company, and as we approached the ring, I took her hand, allowing her to shine and do her thing.

She perched on the ropes, exuding confidence with the shimmering gold accentuating her waist. As she executed her signature flip in the ring, seamlessly transitioning into a stunning split, I was left in awe, rallying the crowd to amplify their cheers for her incredible performance.

"We have two champions in the house Cole!"

"Something that Liv and Dom couldn't relate since they don't have any gold wrapped around their waist."

"Here comes Jey!"

I caught up with Cole and Pat as I watched Yasmine showcase her skills in the ring. Just as I was about to make my way to ringside, distancing myself from Dom, her music abruptly stopped, and the bell started to ring.

"The following Contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Women's World Championship!"

"Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in at 150 pounds she is your Women's World Championship YASMINE!!!!"

I began to cheer for my little girl because she truly deserves everything the world has to offer. Watching her radiate with joy and beauty fills my heart with pride. I can hardly contain my excitement to place that ring on her finger tonight.

"And her Opponent From New Jersey, Weighing at 126 pounds Liv Morgannn!"

The referee raised the championship belt high as I leaned in to whisper motivating words to Yasmine, assuring her that she is destined to become a phenomenal star in this organization and that we are in this journey side by side.

"DING DING DING!"

✧˚° Yasmine was clearly having a tough time keeping her composure when I noticed Dom reaching under the ring for something. To my surprise, he pulled out a chair and slid it into the ring, placing it perfectly for Liv to execute her finishing move, the Oblivion. I knew I had to stay focused and not let this distraction get to me.

Yasmine was reeling towards the ropes when she suddenly received a sharp slap to the face. In that moment, I caught sight of Liv charging toward the ropes, nearly executing her move. Just as Yasmine regained her composure, she seized Liv by the throat, shaking her head defiantly.

She lifted Liv and positioned her above her head before executing a powerful slam onto the mat. With determination, she dragged Liv toward the ropes, climbed onto the turnbuckle, and flawlessly executed her finishing move, the moonsault, landing perfectly on Liv.

Yasmine clutched her legs, but the referee's attention was diverted by Dom. In that moment, Liv yanked her away and delivered a sharp kick to Yasmine's stomach, eliciting a painful groan from her. Seizing the opportunity, I rushed in and grabbed Dom by the ankles, sending him crashing face-first onto the mat.

I deliver a powerful super kick to his face, sending him crashing backward, just as Liv executes her finishing move on Yasmine, lifting her legs high in the air.

1! 2! "YASMINE kick out! She still have some fight left in her,"

Yasmine was down, and the crowd erupted with excitement as they watched both fighters sprawled on the mat, clearly exhausted. Yet, I sensed that Yasmine still had some fire within her. I pounded the mat, urging her to rise and continue the battle.

"C'mon! Get up mama! You got it baby!" I yelled, striking the mat with enthusiasm, as the audience joined in, cheering for Yasmine to rise.

Yasmine rose from the mat and made her way to the turnbuckle, taking a moment to catch her breath. Meanwhile, she noticed Liv struggling to get back on her feet, making a feeble attempt to charge at her. With quick reflexes, Yasmine ducked just in time, causing Liv to collide with the pole.

Yasmine found herself on her knees, inching her way back to the turnbuckle, determined to reach the top. Meanwhile, Liv was unleashing a furious scream, charging at Yasmine once more. In a stunning display of agility, Yasmine executed a backflip off the turnbuckle, landing gracefully on her feet and shaking her head in defiance.

Yasmine delivered the most flawless spear I've ever witnessed, sending the crowd into a frenzy and leaving the commentators in awe.

"SPEAR SPEAR! Yasmine hit Liv Morgan with a spear!"

Yasmine secured Liv in a hold, lifting her legs high as the referee rushed in, striking the mat with authority while the audience eagerly counted along.

1! 2! 3!

"DING! DING! DING!"

I leaped with excitement as I entered the ring, lifting Yasmine in my arms like a bride while the referee returned her championship title to me.

"Here's your winner and still the Women's World Champion Yasmine!!!!"

I helped her regain her balance, supporting her arm as I stood her upright. Then, in front of the crowd, I wrapped her in a warm embrace and gently kissed her on the lips, offering her comfort and reassurance. "I'm so proud of you baby, you kick some ass out there," I whispered in her ear.

✧˚° OMNISCIENT Jey carefully guided Yasmine, her eyes covered with a blindfold, as he led her into his home. He was attentive, ensuring she didn't collide with anything along the way. Once inside, he took her out to the backyard to reveal the surprise he had been meticulously planning for an entire week.

As he removed the blindfold, her eyes grew wide in astonishment at the breathtaking surprise before her. The scene was adorned with candles and rose petals arranged in the shape of a heart, while fireworks illuminated the night sky, complementing the other roses that formed a grand heart. In the center, the words "Will you marry me?" sparkled, making the moment truly unforgettable.

As she gasped in surprise, her hand instinctively flew to her mouth, overwhelmed by the sight of everyone capturing the moment on their cameras. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned to find Jey down on one knee, holding a small box that contained a ring, ready to change their lives forever.

"Yasmine ever since I met you, you have been nothing but the best thing that's ever happen to me in my life I know I have done some things but I promise you I'll take care of you and continue to be your peacemaker fuck what everyone else is talking about, will you marry me?" Jey confessed waiting on Yasmine's response.

Yasmine rushed toward Jey, embracing him tightly as she buried her face in his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. In that tender moment, Jey gently kissed her forehead and slipped the ring onto her finger, while the crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating their love.

Montez seized the moment, uncorking the champagne with a satisfying "pop" that echoed through the air, sending bubbly liquid spraying in all directions and drenching everyone nearby.

"To the Newlyweds!" Montez shouted.

As the celebration unfolded, guests approached the newlyweds, enveloping them in warm hugs and expressing their pride in witnessing this beautiful new chapter of their lives. Montez made his way over to Yasmine, who was savoring a sip of champagne, joyfully toasting to her engagement.

"Hey, I'm proud of you little sis. Like for real," he said.

"Thank you Tez I appreciate it," Yasmine said as she gave her brother a hug.

As the evening wore on, the guests gradually departed, leaving Jey and Yasmine alone in the quiet aftermath. Yasmine busied herself in the kitchen, tidying up the chaos left behind by their inebriated friends. While she worked, she suddenly felt two strong arms wrap around her waist, enveloping her in a comforting embrace filled with his familiar scent. Turning her head, she found herself face to face with him.

She flashed him a radiant smile, pressing her lips against his, leaving a trace of her shimmering lip gloss on his mouth. As she turned her attention to tidying up the chaos around them, Jey couldn't shake off the memory of their earlier encounter. With a playful determination, he lifted her by the thighs and carried her over to the couch.

SMUT WARNING Jey had placed his face between her thighs beginning to place soft kisses on her thighs that made her quiver underneath him he gazed up at her seeing her looking down at him, she held her legs up keeping them opened for him and only him.

He began lapping his tongue around her clit French kissing it in the process as Yasmine threw her head back in the pillow moaning his name softly.

'Soft Oh, no So soft Oh, oh Oh, no (Welcome to the camp) Oh, oh, oh'

'Baby, how long you been gone? Don't tell me Hmm, tell me you wanna see me (See me) Water from the ceiling (Ceiling)'

Yasmine had her eyes rolling in the back of her head feeling that sensation of him French kissing her clit along her empty holes before sticking two fingers inside of her which made her gasp gripping onto the couch.

"S-stop...teasing...baby..." Yasmine moaned as Jey chuckled underneath her causing vibration through her pussy.

He removed his lips from her wet cunt gazing up at her continuing to finger her pumping his fingers in and out of her. "Yo' ass wanna talk about stop teasing but wasn't saying allat shit earlier teasing the fuck out of me," he spat pushing his fingers deeply inside of her causing her to arch her back.

He placed his face back between her thighs circling his tongue around her clit as she was trying to escape from this but only for him to grab her thigh tightly keeping her in place so that she wouldn't escape.

'Make me hot like summer rain (Rain, rain rain) Drippin' boy you trippin' Trippin' on this fantasy (Yeah)'

Jey had pressed down on her stomach speeding up his pace with his fingers which was driving her insane passionately making out with her pussy, pulling on her folds before going back in.

"I-Fuck...Josh..." she moaned.

Yasmine was tugging on his mullet pushing his head further against her moist cunt as she began moving her hips forward trying to reach her climax but Jey wasn't having it.

'I'll tell you what's for dinner I'm flowin' like a river, oh Hush'

He had pulled out his fingers when she was so close to cumming as she whined at him Jey had stood up from the couch removing his sweats along with his PSD boxers seeing his dick spring up hitting him in the stomach.

Jey climb back on the couch leaning forward rubbing his harden dick on her wet cunt teasing her some more while she was yearning for him to fuck her.

'Baby, do you wanna touch? Look at how you make me blush'

He placed soft wet kisses all over her neck sucking on it in the process while she was caressing his strong back and running her fingers through his mullet making it a mess.

Meanwhile Jey kept teasing her rubbing his tip on her wet folds, "tell me baby, what you want?" Jey whispered softly in her ear.

"I-I want you..." she mumbled.

teasing her some more acting like he didn't hear what she had said knowing that he did.

"What you say mama?" Giving her a slap on her left ass cheek causing her to hiss at the sting.

'Soft Pillow, soft Never, soft Touch me soft'

'Try me You ain't had nobody like me (Ah) Nothing underneath this white tee (Ah) 'Bout to make a movie, Spike Lee (Ah) Try me, it's godly (Ah)'

"I fucking want you Joshua!" He didn't waste no time pushing his length inside of her as they both let out a groan escape their lips.

Jey began giving her deep, long. strokes something that she enjoyed leaning in closer so that their bodies could be close together while passionately making out with each other.

Yasmine had her legs on both ends of her body while he thrusted in and out of her wet cunt, feeling all in his hair As she felt his dick pushing deeply inside of her.

'That's why you wanna be inside me (Ah) And I don't wanna be by myself Yeah, it's you that I've been waitin' on (Waitin' on)'

"How this feel mama?" Jey muttered circling his hips hitting her spot.

She held onto him tightly having her eyes rolling in the back of her skull before answering his question, "It feels so good, so goood," she muttered back.

"Yeah? When I do this?" That's when Jey had pounded into her gushy walls deeply hearing his hips slapping against her thighs as Yasmine felt this pleasurable pain inside of her.

"O-oh! Fuck! Joshuaaa!"

'Tell you what's for dinner (Dinner, dinner) Damn, I'm flowin' like a river, baby Don't move, hush, hush'

'Don't you want another touch? Come here, let me make you blush (I'll make you blush)'

He had a smirk appearing on his lips while they continued to French kiss each other having their tongues fighting for dominance against one another, as Jey continued to beat her guts in silly.

Their lips were turning into reddish purple color as they pulled away from each other causing Jey to place his forehead on hers.

"This my fucking pussy mama? Huh?" Kissing her lips softly.

"Y-yess this is all yours big daddy," Yasmine responded back.

"Better be fucking mine little girl," Jey had wrapped his hand around her throat pumping his dick in and out of her while she held onto his wrist.

All you could hear was skin slapping against each other all over the living room while the air thickened around them.

'Soft (Ooh) Pillow (Ooh), soft (Ooh) Mellow, soft (Soft like jello) Jello, soft (Touch me, touch me, baby; touch me, touch me)'

'Soft (Just like a) Pillow (It feels), soft (Your hands on my) Body (Don't it feel), soft (Oh) Wanna be soft'

Jey had Yasmine seeing stars at this point pummeled her inside of the couch like no one else would seeing her crumbling underneath him that's what he like to see.

It was becoming overwhelming for her as she tried to push him by his stomach to slow him down but he slapped her hand away from him digging his dick deeper inside of her gummy insides as she cried out his name.

"D-daddy! Pleases...I can't," Yasmine begged.

Jey shook his head, "Un-un, don't do that shit. What I tell yo' ass earlier?" Jey grunted slapping her left ass cheek again.

"N-no running...daddy please..." Jey didn't have time to hear her whining about him slowing down he was going fuck her the way he wanted to.

'I don't usually do this, but tonight I feel it's time Wanna just give it all to you when your hands on my thighs At night I fantasize about you when I close my eyes'

'Ooh, baby, I don't wanna wake up, wake up When you put it in, I can feel it in my veins, yeah I'm just like a junkie, I'm light as a feather Baby, I'm in Heaven (Heaven), baby, I lose my mind (Mind)'

Yasmine felt a knot in her stomach signaling that she was about to cum on this man, so she began rubbing her clit which Jey caught on removing her hand from her clit pinning it down as she whined some more. "I want you beg for it mama you ain't slick," at this point Yasmine had tears forming in her eyes wanted this to end.

His grip on her throat tightened slightly watching her mouth parted open as he spit inside of it circling his tongue inside of her mouth. "Talk to me baby, you wanna cum?" He cooed at her as she nodded her head begging for him to let her cum.

'Meet me on the other side, oh (Soft) If you wantin' all of me, you best take your time (Ah)'

"Please...can I cum daddy?...please..." Yasmine begged gazing into his eyes with her innocent eyes that he couldn't resist.

His movements became sloppier and sloppier every single thrust that he had given her feeling sweat dripping down from his body moving his hips deeper inside of her losing himself in her.

"Let's do it together princess," He loved her so much he didn't want to let her go.

'You know I got the recipe, Tuesday on your mind Quality like all my fine jewelry, body don't decline'

'Hurry up and get me home, 'cause I've been flowin' like a waterfall (Flowin', baby) Can't resist it, oh, I make it too hard, hard When you're with me it's never soft'

Jey had his eyes rolling in the back of his head losing control of all of his body cursing underneath his breath as he slammed inside of Yasmine one last time as they both let out a loud moan as they both came together.

Yasmine felt his warm seeds shooting ropes and ropes inside of her inner walls filling her up so good looking on seeing her milky cream mixed with his coating his dick so good.

'Oh (Soft) Oh (Soft) Oh (Oh, soft) Soft'

SMUT OVER Jey gently withdrew, noticing her body trembling after that powerful climax. He leaned in, planting soft, tender kisses across her skin to comfort her, all while lifting her effortlessly in a bridal carry and making his way upstairs to his bedroom.

Jey spent the remainder of the night showering her with tender kisses on her lips and cheeks, fully aware that she was now his for eternity.

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A/n: I'm back with an update :) but a few more chapters to go before ending this book sadly 🙂‍↕️ I know Melo finna crash out lol but who cares? 😭😭

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

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5 concussions makes this a pretty bad day for Mumbo, but arguably Grian’s having a much worse time

ao3 link - this fic is rated mature on ao3 and features quite a bit of violence as well as referenced/implied sex

Mumbo wasn’t exactly a small guy; small enough to fit in this millionaire prick’s wardrobe, but that wasn’t really saying much. His legs were just way too long, like, unnecessarily, and his knees sucked, seriously, who invented knees, they were fucking awful, and Mumbo’s didn’t feel exactly fantastic after crouching in this wardrobe for three going on four hours. But it was fine, it would be worth it, because Mumbo had bid his time, and this time he was going to make this kill.

It was a simple matter, really.

Grian always said Mumbo looked like a butler of sorts, and Mumbo imagined Grian wouldn’t be so pleased to know that he was correct, at least not in this context. But Mumbo did fit right in with the waitstaff in a party this bustling, and it wasn’t hard to sneak away to the host’s room, lying in wait for his victim to take a break from the action. Well. At least Mumbo hoped his hit would take a break. He wasn’t sure how long he could stand to stay hunched over in this wardrobe. What a stupid choice, why hadn’t Mumbo just gone to the other closet! It was probably huge, he could sit at the very least, goodness gracious.

He could move. It would be a completely safe thing to move, the chances of someone walking in were less than low, it would be fine, and even if some unfortunate soul wandered in at the wrong time, Mumbo could just kill them, that’s what he did! In theory! If he could ever manage to complete the deed- really, with his luck, it would be better no one spotted him other than his target. It was a good thing to be on edge anyway! Better than getting too relaxed certainly!

Another hour passed, and not even scrolling through mindless rage bait instagram reels were making the time pass any faster. Mumbo was pretty sure his knees were one wrong move away from spontaneously combusting, but the position he had locked himself in made them sort of numb- a good thing for now, but for later.. That was future Mumbo’s problem. Right now Mumbo’s problem was that his phone had 13% battery left, and he hadn’t brought a portable charger.

Mumbo stilled when he heard footsteps down the hall, more than one pair, both uneven and hurried. There was one voice, low and calm, ushering his companion forward, and another, slurred and near incoherent, but distinctly desperate.

“She won’t want to see you like this, I suggest you get your act together,” the first voice said, cool and unyielding to the responding blither.

“I’m sorry, please, please tell her I’m sorry, I can’t-“

“You’ll tell her yourself, she’s waiting for you.”

“She- ‘I’ll never come home!’ That’s what she said, it was the last time, but tell her I’m sorry!”

Mumbo heard little else before two men practically fell through the doorway, his target leaning heavily on the back of a shorter, well dressed.. attendant? Staff member? Mumbo honestly couldn’t tell, but he didn’t have the best view, only looking on through a crack in the wardrobe door. The shorter man huffed, kicking the door closed behind the both of them before heaving the other off of him, the host falling halfway to the floor, hitting his head on his extravagant bed frame. He seemed to remember he had hands to catch himself belatedly, groping at the floor and then the bed frame to pull himself upright.

“Take off your shirt. She wants to see the tattoo.”

“What?” The host looked up at his companion through lidded eyes, and Mumbo had to wonder what the fuck kind of drugs were in his system to be that out of it. The drugged man wasn’t even affronted, just confused. The stranger didn’t seem to have any patience left, and Mumbo only saw the glint of the dagger before he’d hauled the host up by his expensive shirt collar and ripped through it. It was hardly a fight to tear the shreds aside, though at this point the target seemed to understand something was wrong. Mumbo groaned inwardly, but didn’t move. This other guy was probably here on hire, and Mumbo wasn’t trying to fuck with any potential future employers, but seriously, it was just his damn luck-

But it might not all be a waste if Mumbo could get a connection out of this, find a sponsor or something- For now, he’d just have to wait.

In the time Mumbo had spent stewing over his soon-to-be stolen kill, the rival assassin had strung his target’s wrists to both bedposts, the man struggling vigorously now, but it was far too late for him. The host’s breath came heaving, and he didn’t even seem to be capable of gathering enough air to scream.

The rival assassin produced his phone, looking bored. “If you’d like to beg for your life, now is the time.”

The music from the party thrummed dully against the hardwood floor from the ballroom downstairs; it was so loud, Mumbo was sure no one would hear their host’s dying words even if he managed to cry for help.

“Lydia..” the man only sobbed, saying nothing more.

“She’s not going to like that,” the assassin mumbled, but he only gave his hit a minute longer before driving the dagger into the man’s stomach, centered on a small, unprofessional looking tattoo. Mumbo couldn’t even make out the picture, but the blood that spilled across it obscured the image completely. He supposed that was the point.

The assassin turned away, and Mumbo realized with a jolt he was leaving- an instruction for a slow death he assumed, or maybe the dagger was poisoned, it didn’t matter, Mumbo needed to get a win from this.

Numb, locked up knees did not make for a graceful exit from the wardrobe.

The swing of a knife at Mumbo’s throat was an unwelcome greeting, one Mumbo managed to avoid by stumbling backward. One knee cracked as Mumbo hit the backboard of the bed, then the other as he was forced to duck another swing. That one hurt, Mumbo making a very masculine mewl of pain in his brief stint of hunching in a (distinguished) ball. He felt the assassin above him, and the second before Mumbo had a knife in his spine he lunged forward, grappling his attacker’s legs and heaving upward. This would have been awesome if the other guy was 70 or so pounds lighter, but Mumbo may have misjudged, and while he did manage to maneuver his assailant over his back, he nearly snapped himself in half doing it, laying just as dazed as the other guy must have been since he-

Nevermind, the gun to Mumbo’s head suggested the rival assassin did not have much trouble recovering. Mumbo chose to believe it still looked cool though. Wins were really hard to come by here.

“You don’t have to shoot me.”

The pistol clicked. Mumbo heard the pull of the trigger several more, frustrated times. Yeah, that checked.

Mumbo reared up, fist connecting with the side of the other assassin’s head and sending him directly on his ass from where he’d be crouching. Mumbo turned on his feet, stomping on his assailant's shaky hand as he tried to grab the dagger he’d dropped. Mumbo scooped it up, but did not remove his foot from the other assassin’s hand.

“Listen, I know you’re on edge, I get it, but I’m not trying to kill you or report you or anything! I actually wanted to exchange contact information, I was totally going to kill that guy before you- well, I didn’t want to get in your way or anything.”

The assassin lurched upward, plunging a dagger from his hip into Mumbo’s boot. It did not penetrate the leather before Mumbo snatched his wrist.

“Will you stop it. This is a bad day for me, too. I just need contacts. Let’s start over, right? Forget all that, I can forget it. I’m Mumbo Jumbo, that’s what you can call me anyway, obviously I’m not giving you my real name.”

The other assassin squinted at Mumbo, which he couldn’t help but feel was extremely, unnecessarily judgemental. “That’s a stupid name.”

“What can I call you, then?”

Mumbo didn’t get the impression this guy was an especially expressive fellow, but he sure looked like he was seconds from spontaneously combusting. “Let me go.”

“Name first, then you have a deal.”

“Cub.”

Mumbo couldn’t help a short sigh of relief, letting go of Cub’s wrist and stepping back, a little wary of course, but luckily Cub didn’t immediately go back to trying to slit Mumbo’s throat. Well. Maybe that depends on your definition of immediately and also your definition of throat slitting, but Cub trying to empty a second pistol on Mumbo less than a minute after getting to his feet wasn’t like. Great. It’s a good thing Cub was armed with exclusively jammed guns.

“What the fuck is happening!?”

“Sorry, that’s my fault. People tend not to die around me, it’s like a curse, not literally, but like, yeah, it’s not great. For me. As an aspiring assassin at least- I have a lot of experience under my belt mind you, just not- kills. I’ve been waiting in that wardrobe for four hours to kill this guy and then you show up! Something always happens! Hell, this guy probably isn’t even gonna die until I leave the room, it’s that bad-”

“Seems you’re not cut out for this line of work,” Cub interrupted, “In more ways than one. Assassins don’t do well with traceable connections to the outside world, so why don’t you go back to your husband and stay the fuck out of my way.”

Mumbo blinked, and then blinked again- hey!

“Okay, first of all, I am not married. This is a friendship ring, it’s- well, it made more sense when Grian was explaining why I should wear it on that finger- Also, you do not just get to clock me as gay, I am not- It’s not that I have a problem with gay people-!”

Cub must have gotten tired of listening to him, whipping a knife at Mumbo’s heart that bounced off his chest, stopped by the padding under Mumbo’s clothes. Cub did not give him any time to process, lunging forward with another dagger in hand, Mumbo barely having time to duck out of the way, then again, again, Cub wouldn’t stop swinging, forcing Mumbo into a corner and driving the weapon into the drywall where Mumbo’s head was just seconds before. Mumbo lunged from his ducked position, wrapping his arms around Cub’s waist and used his weight to push him off balance. Cub gasped, and Mumbo took advantage, driving a knee hard into Cub’s stomach, sending him stumbling and wheezing, hunched over.

“Will you stop attacking me!? I’m not your enemy!”

In his lack of breath, Cub only glared. Mumbo could have groaned as Cub’s hand wandered to a sheath on his pant leg, Mumbo lunging to grab his wrist only to be battered in the side of the head by Cub’s free hand. The two of them spun around in a borderline childish cat fight, throwing clumsy punches, pulling hair, Mumbo managing to slam Cub against the opposite wall, only for Cub to break Mumbo’s grip on his wrist and ram his fingers into Mumbo’s eyes. A shrill yelp and watering eyes kept Mumbo from seeing Cub wind back, using his entire body to rock the side of Mumbo’s neck with both hands.

Mumbo fell back like a ragdoll, stumbling blindly out of the way of two more blows but not out of the way of the open wardrobe, his legs catching on the bottom and his top half falling completely inside. Mumbo didn’t remember hitting his head, but he must have blacked out, since there’s no way he wouldn’t have noticed Cub above him, the sleeve of an expensive dress coat tight around Mumbo’s neck and squeezing his windpipe closed. Cub’s body was pressed hard against Mumbo’s own, keeping his lower back pinned painfully against the bottom edge of the cabinet and arms at his waist. Mumbo squeezed his eyes closed, grabbing at his own leg for the shallow dagger on his hip, unhooking and ramming it into Cub’s side, in and out until Cub let go, Mumbo gasping as he was finally able to slip free. Frustration had Mumbo grabbing the front of Cub’s shirt, pulling him back and slamming him against the wardrobe edge more than once to see how he liked it, this battle once again devolving into something clumsy and petty, both parties using nails instead of knives.

The realization that the wardrobe was falling came belated to both parties, the both of them connected by tangled limbs and rage too completely to scatter in opposite directions. Mumbo shoved the both of them forward at the last second, falling hard over top of Cub, heads connecting in a sharp crack as the wardrobe crashed down behind them. Dazedly, Mumbo wondered if the party goers would even be able to hear it over the music. It didn’t seem very important right now.

“Aren’t you tired.” Mumbo heaved, eyes squeezed shut, while Cub’s hot breath against his neck was similarly strained. When Mumbo opened his eyes, Cub was already staring, intense, hateful, and Mumbo couldn’t say he had any idea what Cub was thinking. He probably should have been able to guess before Cub lunged upward, rolling the both of them over and trying very hard to bury a knife in Mumbo’s forehead; Mumbo supposed he was lucky to have long limbs and a powerful grip strength to stop this. As much as Cub’s wrist shook in Mumbo’s grip, there was no willing it through Mumbo’s head, not here.

“You. Do not look as strong as you are,” Cub growled, and Mumbo was relieved at least he was talking.

“I told you I’m qualified! I don’t want to hurt you either, but you kind of forced my hand- you’re probably going to need stitches too, isn’t this far more inconvenient for you than exchanging numbers?”

“You remind me of my least favorite and worst friend. Arguably you are more annoying, but the difference between you and him is that he’s long term, and you’re about to die.”

“If this is you trying your best, I’m not too concerned.”

Cub’s surge of anger did not change the fact that Mumbo was still stronger than him, no matter how hard he tried to fight Mumbo’s grip on his wrist.

“This is not my best effort, you just don’t deserve my best.”

“Right. If I can’t have your number, could I get in contact with your annoying friend?”

“Absolutely not.”

“What? Come on, please?”

Cub’s face scrunched in great displeasure, before he shook his head. “..He’d probably like you.” Cub released the knife, and Mumbo yelped as the pointy end fell toward his face, scrambling helplessly as it bounced near-harmlessly off his forehead. Quietly, Cub laughed. He sat up, letting Mumbo go.

Mumbo breathed hard, shuffling back and wiping his forehead with his hand; mostly sweat, he was relieved to find. He’d only gotten poked. “This has been an extremely unproductive day for me. I could really do with some pity, if you have any to spare.”

Cub sat himself on the opposite side of the room, rolling up his now-bloody shirt to get a look at the wound on his side. Mumbo knew the cuts weren’t deep, Cub would be fine, but the blood smeared all down his side certainly wasn’t pretty.

“Pity,” Cub repeated the word like it was sour, not overwhelmingly unpleasant, just.. baffling? He said nothing for a long time, pulling a compress and some ace bandages from a small bag on his hip and beginning to treat his injuries. “What do you want? I don’t give blow for free.”

“I- What-? I just want a phone number, Cub! A contact, someone I can talk to about work, anything!”

“So not sex.” Cub mumbled, and Mumbo sensed disappointment or- something?? What the fuck was happening???

“I told you I don’t like men. If I liked men I’d likely be married to my best friend with whom I share everything, but I’m not, so while I think I’m flattered, I’m afraid you’re out of luck.”

Both Cub and Mumbo jumped at a third voice, the dead man who- well maybe it wasn’t a surprise he wasn’t dead yet. “If you’re going to have sex in my bed, please kill me first.”

“We’re not having sex!”

“It would be easier to kill you if you wanted to fuck me.”

“Oh my god!! Can you just get over that already?” Mumbo put his head in his hands, massaging his scalp, “What an awful day.”

At the click of a jammed gun, Mumbo dragged his hands below his eyes, only to see Cub lowering his first gun and reaching for the second. Mumbo stared Cub straight in the eyes as he tried the second, the trigger clicking uselessly. Both of them continued staring in silence for a long time before something else caught Cub’s attention, leaning over to grab a small trinket that had fallen out of the wardrobe. He examined it, turning it around in his fingers; a little elephant statuette from what Mumbo could see. Mumbo saw it less clearly when it was whipped at his face, hissing in pain as it connected with his jaw.

“Will you-“ Only when Mumbo looked up, Cub was holding a knife. Mumbo ducked one, then dove out of the way of another, a third bounced off the padding at his back, and the fourth Cub missed, probably because Mumbo was flinging himself at him.

At this point, all conceptions of grace and elegance were thrown out the window, the two of them rolling around on the floor like rabid dogs, with at least as much snarling and saliva. At this point, Mumbo felt entitled to beating the fuck out of this guy. With his luck, Cub wouldn’t get concussed or even die, but Mumbo could at least leave him with a black eye.

The two of them exchanged so many blows to the head, Mumbo was mildly certain they were both experiencing lapses of thought, judgement, and occasionally consciousness, though these instances were not opportunities to strike the final blow, but to rest, fuck, Mumbo was so tired, so dazed, he couldn’t feel his fingers or his face or much else besides the pressure of the next kick, frenzied elbow, and sting of teeth.

And then he woke up somewhere new to the sound of his phone. With no shirt. And with another heavily bruised man laying beside him. And he didn’t know his name. Oh dear. He tried to move, sit up, but everything hurt in new and horrible ways, so all he ended up doing was whining.

The other man took a drag from his cigarette, blowing smoke in a thin long line. “I need. The hospital.”

“I can’t move.”

“Can you drive?”

“I can’t move.”

“Call whoever’s been blowing up your phone then, someone’s worried about you. Probably warranted. Do you remember how we got here?”

“I don’t remember my name.”

“Oh, you need to go to the hospital too. You might’ve been.. nah, I’m not going to pretend I remember. Was I hired to kill you?”

“I don’t know. I hope not.” Mumbo- oh, Mumbo!- paused, then lurched to the side of the bed to vomit off of it. He stayed like that for a while, limp and still a bit nauseous, before reaching for his phone. 400 missed messages and 50 new voicemails. He stared for a moment before wincing away from the bright screen. Eugh, he was really fucked up wasn’t he. Steeling himself, Mumbo briefly turned his phone back on, scrambling half blind for the call button, putting it on speaker, then slamming it face down. Well, ‘slam’ implied he had any strength to put into the gesture, Mumbo kinda just dropped it- but he felt big feelings doing it.

Grian picked up before the end of the first ring, “MUMBO???? WHERE ARE YOU??? I know where you are actually, I’m outside, but why are you here and what are you doing and why haven’t you been answering your phone?”

“I need. Hospital. But I don’t think I have any clothes.”

“I ate them,” the man beside him said, unhelpfully. “So sad.”

“You- Are you- WHO IS WITH YOU??? What motel room are you in, I swear to god, Mumbo, I am going to start knocking on doors.”

“What room are we in?”

“I dunno. Your friend seems more annoying than mine, can you hang up. Let’s try again.”

“Mumbo, if you hang up on me-”

“I’m not hanging up,” Mumbo drew a hand over his eyes, then winced away, “I’m gonna.. I’m gonna try to get up. I don’t know what happened to me.”

The process of getting up was slow and painful, not helped by Grian’s grating voice over the phone asking way too many questions Mumbo did not have answers for. ‘I think I hit my head,’ was most all of what he could manage, and it took ten minutes to get his clothes and figure out the room number, since when he tried to focus on one task, he almost immediately forgot the other. Mumbo felt dizzy and lost, and beyond those feelings frustrated and scared; his body wasn’t working, his mind was fuzzy, and random waves of nausea hit him so hard they nearly knocked him off his feet.

He collapsed on Grian when he finally found the room, Grian shaking under the surprise weight, but hugging him tight regardless.

“I was worried about you,” Grian hissed, and Mumbo wasn’t so sure he should stop being worried yet.

“Are you going to the hospital?” The new voice made Mumbo jump hard, and he had to look back to remember there had always been someone else, he’d just been quiet for too long. Oh dear.

“I don’t know if I have room for you.” Grian sniffed, shifting Mumbo so that Grian stood between them as if Mumbo wasn’t tall enough to look over his shoulder.

“You have a minivan..?” Mumbo tried, only because he thought he might have really lost it, but Grian only bristled.

“We take up a lot of space.”

This did not stop the stranger from sliding out of bed, graciously wearing pants, and stumbling a little as he retrieved his shirt. “I appreciate your generosity, thank you,” he mumbled, though to Mumbo he was near inaudible. “Lead me to your vehicle.”

The ride to the hospital might have been awkward if Mumbo wasn’t so focused on not throwing up in the minivan, but maybe that was a plus, so he didn’t have to worry about Grian and the guy Mumbo was choosing to believe he didn’t sleep with because that didn’t make any sense. Mumbo was at a hit, he was- he was pretty sure he was at a hit! He remembered dressing for the day, leaving for the mansion.. the rest of his thoughts were blank, and the second he thought too hard about it his head throbbed.

It turns out Mumbo had five concussions. The other guy, Cub was his name, had seven. Mumbo was pleased with that; seven was a much bigger number than five, so maybe Grian would be so distracted by that huge number he’d forget to be mad at Mumbo for whatever it was he’d done.

This was not the case.

“I just- I just don’t understand! How did you end up with that guy- how did you even get there? Who was that? There were weapons strewn all over the motel floor!” Grian went on in a stream of consciousness type manner, and it was a good thing Mumbo was experiencing some kind of anterograde amnesia, because he might have gotten annoyed if he could remember Grian repeating himself over and over.

“I don’t know,” was all Mumbo could say. The lights everywhere were too bright, and the ibuprofen hadn’t stopped his head from throbbing.

“Well, you’re going to be down for the count for months. You’d better get comfortable, and seriously, stop chasing this- insane career path. You’re lucky you haven’t managed to kill anyone yet, or I’d really have to rethink what we have going on here.”

Mumbo closed his eyes against the noise. He didn’t care. He never really cared, and if Grian had such a problem with his line of work, Mumbo didn’t know why he stuck around.

It didn’t matter.

A setback like this wouldn’t stop the ball from dropping in the end.

…

It was not often that Grian felt himself in the presence of something this evil.

It was alarming at first, sitting in the hospital waiting room, bordering boredom, when suddenly he was overcome, shivers down his spine, gooseflesh up his arms, the hair on the back of his neck rising. Grian usually had resilience to this feeling with his proximity to Mumbo, the presence of small corruptions hardly making a dent in his constitution, but this was different, this was power, and Grian could not fight the fear rising like bile in his throat.

It’s head snapped Grian’s direction hardly two steps into the waiting room, and Grian froze as its eyes fell almost gently on his. Interest. Malice. Could no one else in the room sense it? Grian’s heart sank as it slunk forward, moving smoothly to sit in the chair directly beside him.

“Now, isn’t this just special? It’s not often I see your folk take a human form, no, not very often at all. Is there someone special you’re waiting here for?”

“No.” Grian spoke through grit teeth, but it did not matter. An entity like this could smell Grian’s influence just as well as Grian could sense its presence, and Grian would just have to hope it would collect what it came here for and leave before Mumbo exited care.

But it did not believe him, and even as its body sat still next to Grian’s, he could feel its power move, searching for an answer.

“Oh,” it finally said, soft, like the word came from its first breath upon return to its body, “Oh, poor thing. What have you gone and done?” Its eyes darkened, but flashed with excitement, “Do you think you can stop it forever? Do you think this connection you’ve smithed will keep him from turning on you? It’s already taken its toll on you, keeping this up. You will not be able to fight back when he breaks free. Let me take him off your hands, tired hands they are, and I can promise you your misdeeds will not come back to bite you. All this micromanaging can’t be good for your health.”

“Stay away from him.”

It chuckled, genial, light. They both knew Grian had no power here, and each passing moment made the corruption twist into something more predatory. “What will you do when he returns to you here, but can’t stop looking to me? You all are so concerned with stifling, you simply can’t fathom that some souls are meant to be free..” the corruption trailed off, leaning back in its seat, “..or dead. But that’s not an easy pill to swallow I suppose.”

“Circumstances of birth should not be a death sentence. Just because he was mismanaged before my instatement, doesn’t mean he’s beyond help. I have a few more years before I have to decide.”

“What a generous estimate of time!” The corruption leaned into Grian’s space, and he saw the shadows of claws under its human fingers, black and razored. “I give it a few weeks before he’s standing over your broken body, carving out your still-beating heart with those dull fingernails, and crushing it beneath his hand.” The corruption tapped Grian’s chest with a finger, and it was with great terror that Grian’s own hand, trying to bat it away, went directly through its form.

“Stop- Get away from me!” Grian screamed, but no one in the waiting room heard him, the space just as still and quiet as it was before. The corruption’s hand lifted slowly to Grian’s face, its long, calloused fingers falling gently across his chin, then through it, and Grian felt the unearthly passage of its fingers through the meat of his jaw, slow, discomfort bordering pain, until they wrapped themselves delicately around Grian’s tongue, locking it to the bottom of his mouth.

“You’ll invite me, won’t you?” It moved through the chair it was sat in, sliding over to straddle Grian’s lap. “If you call me, I can stop him. Keep him from peeling away your skin as you writhe beneath him, choking on your own blood. He’ll want revenge, most assuredly, but I can protect you.” The corruption’s eyes darted to Grian’s left hand, the ring on his finger. “I can even keep you together, if that’s what you truly want. I can make him forget. I can make you forget. Wouldn’t that be just wonderful?”

Grian couldn’t stop the guttural cry that left his throat, gagging on fingers he could not touch in return. The corruption smiled, soft, crooked, and unkind.

“You call out to ‘Scar,’ and I’ll be there, yeah? I’ll leave you my number, too, I have a feeling we’ll be in touch. Capiche?”

And suddenly Grian could scream again, and everyone in the waiting room was giving him an alarmed look, Grian just as wide eyed in turn. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I-I get- Sorry-“ Grian almost got up and left, especially when he saw Scar, still there, still next to him reading a magazine, but Mumbo was still here, Mumbo was still here, and Grian could not leave him alone with this thing.

His hands migrated slowly to his sore jaw, sore like bruises, and Grian couldn’t help but fear Scar’s influence had left actual marks. He tasted blood, but felt he was imagining it.

Mumbo could never know.

[dekusleftsock]

I think that there’s a fundamental misunderstanding of what exactly is…happening with Izuku’s character. Specifically in regards to chapter 425.

I’m glad that a lot more people generally recognize that Izuku is not a character that can be read at a surface level, given that he’s both a repressed person with built up emotion of basically everything and also a very glaringly HUGELY unreliable narrator, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I agree with the ways I’ve seen this most recent chapter spoken about.

I see posts, comments, etc with ideas like “Izuku don’t suppress your emotions! Open up with people! It’ll be okay I promise!” When that’s fundamentally not what is happening here.

There’s always always ALWAYS been a distinct difference in character throughout horikoshi’s writing when he is showing that a character is:

A—Avoiding emotions, thoughts, ideas less than ideal for them. Not opening up when they probably should about their problems given that they’ve been handed the space to do so. Just genuinely not acknowledging, feeling, or expressing emotions that they don’t want.

B—Reflecting on the ways they feel about the world, themselves, or other people given their new perspective on a situation. Not outright reaching out to others to talk about these problems/feelings, but instead waiting until the moment they feel they have the most confidence to do so with their new outlook on their own life.

And genuinely, guys, to grab your BkDk attention rn, this is the exact reason why Ochako’s reflection on her feelings for Izuku and thereafter decision to pull away from them WAS NEVER GOING TO END IN OCHAKO EXPLODING WITH HER LOVE FOR HIM.

This was another common interpretation I saw of Ochako and Izuocha for a long time. That because she pushed these feelings away, they were somehow going to explode in this unbelievable way and she would “get the boy” because of it. That her arc would surround accepting her romantic feelings and that she can’t just push away how she feels for a career.

But yk. That didn’t happen. At all. Nowhere close even.

The same kind of goes for Katsuki, allmight, etc. They all had moments in their arc where it was spent genuinely reflecting, and the only reason we as the audience never connected it in the same ways we do ochako or Izuku was ALWAYS BECAUSE the narrative showed their inner thoughts while doing so (mostly because Allmight’s arc after losing OFA and Katsuki’s arc on what it means to be a hero were so intrinsically tied, both starting at the same time and ending at the same time during the final war. And because they were so tied this caused their own reflections, development, and thought process to be broadcasted to us frequently throughout their arcs… to each other. They also somewhat shared aspects with Izuku, but these were cherry picked more often than not, like dvk2 for example).

To us Katsuki never seemed to be.. idk, suppressing his anger in any way because we were always told what he was doing and why (side note: this is why I’ve always thought arguments against Katsuki were so weird, bc unlike characters like endeavor or Ochako he wasn’t like… hiding who he was and how he was changing. Ever. Like the audience knows at all times past basically season 3 what Katsuki is thinking and doing. Like how do you watch this happen, stare me dead in the eye, and tell me how much of a terrible and awful teenage boy he is. Like damn I didn’t think we were this dumb. This is also my theory as to why he’s most popular, his arc is very… in your face if that makes sense). Katsuki’s entire mini arc on reflecting his mistakes and his childhood and his future is spent TELLING YOU that it’s what he’s doing. (I’m referring mostly to the endeavor internship arc, the provisional license exam makeup, and basically everything in the war arc related to him leading up to bakugou Katsuki rising here)

And see, Horikoshi will stare you dead in the eye, tell you “this girl has taken into consideration that she doesn’t want to waste her time training her career focusing on a boy because he kinda caught her fancy”, and y’all will still say that this will explode in her face.

Y’all this is a series about learning how to manage emotions, maturity in relationship to one’s emotions, how to feel an emotion, but in a way that is helpful. Horikoshi isn’t telling you “go buck wild, feel everything all the time and always express it”, in fact he explores why you DONT do that! Through Toga or Shigaraki, they show how grief and anger can genuinely consume you. But he also shows why you shouldn’t just put everything in a box to never look at or acknowledge, or why you shouldn’t just let your grief destroy the world around you, or pretending that some emotions simply don’t exist.

I can’t say this enough, so let me say it now, mha is about the extremes of your psyche. That you should control something, but not too much. Everything can be harmful. Everything can be good.

Izuku is not controlling too much, he’s expressing just enough.

I LOVE shaming this dickhead at all times in all my posts. I love saying he’s an ignorant dipshit with a weird amount of distaste for a girl who just confessed to him. I’ve joked that chapter 348 is basically an entire chapter spent on Izuku calling Himiko a mean dyke. And yet I also believe he’s doing nothing WRONG here.

In fact, I’ll even say that this moment right here?

ISNT EVEN IZUKU DOING THE SOCIALLY APPROPRIATE THING ABOUT IT! But he’s still TRYING to reach out to someone he thinks MIGHT be able to understand. (And frankly, this moment is far deeper than what it’s being made out to be, to me it reads more like an unrequited friendship that Izuku both desires and has thought of them to have, while simultaneously showing the distance Ochako has successfully wedged between them for her own sake. Maybe it was always there though, maybe in weird, miscommunicated Horikoshi fashion, this is a representation of how Ochako always read all those “fun friend hangouts” as a little more than that, and without those feelings the friendship never really held any substance to her in the first place. Where Izuku saw his first real friend at UA, she saw little more than acquaintance)

Simultaneously, Izuku is genuinely reflecting on what it means for the world to change, to be a hero, to live after loss—and trying and failing to gain the connection he desires from individuals who can not and will not afford him that.

Izuku is ready for the world to change, a few select characters are also ready for the world to change (mirio, for example), but not nearly enough are. So maybe I’ll have to take this back if I’m proven wrong and I accidentally looked into this far past what everyone else did for no reason, but I genuinely believe with moments like this

And this

Aand this

That Izuku has come forward with that aspect of his character development. He’s reflecting on his new beliefs, not repressing his emotions for them.

[food-lover9000]

WAIT. After lv 15 they don’t have any more affinity lv content for the global server..!