#people need to stop with the sabrina takes PLEASE

[maddy-ferguson]

this might just be the worst tweet of all time

[maxivstappen]

congratulations for 1k, you really deserve It !!

for your event: can i ask for a carlos sainz fic based on "break my heart, and I swear i'm moving on with your favorite athlete" by sabrina carpenter in good graces

thanks xx and ily

౨ৎ YOUR FAVORITE ATHLETE ! ‧₊˚.

౨ৎ 1K EVENT — short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ৎ

pairing — carlos alcaraz x reader / carlos sainz x reader

summary — break my heart and i swear im moving on with your favorite athlete! angst & sweet revenge (again lol)

warnings / disclaimer — none, just my not so perfect Spanish (please correct me)! hope you liked this <3 thank you lots for your support and sorry for my absence - school is really time consuming at the moment :( i'll be updating more frequently again soon — masterlist (not updated sry) / prev. work

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12th of January - TWITTER

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4th of February - @.yourusername ✓ just posted on INSTA !

liked by landonorris, alexandrasaintmleux and 1,723,981 others

yourusername girls just wanna have fun or whatever 😝 love ya @.alexandrasaintmleux

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user1 omg why did she unfollow carlos?

user2 @.user1 she follows carlos wdym

user3 @.user2 no they mean carlos alcaraz the tennis player, y/n‘s boyfriend (if they’re still together). I suppose you’re an f1 fan?

user2 @.user3 yes haha sorry i didn’t know that, and I don’t watch tennis so that’s why i was confused

alexandrasaintmleux ✓ my only love🥹 never ever leave me again!!

-> ♥️ by @.yourusername ✓

charles_leclerc ✓ @.alexandrasaintmleux what do you mean ‚only love‘?? don’t you think you’re missing someone?

alexandrasaintmleux ✓ @.charles_leclerc so sorry, of course i love my baby leo just as much🥰

charles_leclerc ✓ @.alexandrasaintmleux 😔

user4 oh they’re so HOT

user5 @.user4 CARLOS FUMBLED IF WHAT I‘M THINKING IS TRUE

user6 ONE CHANCE Y/N JUST ONE

landonorris ✓you can finally focus on the better sport now 🙌

-> ♥️ by @.yourusername ✓

user7 @.landonorris WHAT DOES THIS MEANNNNN

user8 @.user7 i think carlitos and her broke up 😭

yourusername ✓@.landonorris only saying that cause i keep beating you at tennis

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5th of February - TWITTER

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5th of February - TEXTS

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6th of February - @.yourusername ✓ just posted on INSTA !

liked by carlitosalcarazz, carlossainz55 and 1,576,971 others

yourusername if i speak i am in trouble 🤭

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landonorris ✓ AHHHHHHH

yourusername ✓ @.landonorris AHHHHHHH

user9 @.landonorris LANDO SPILL

user10 guys alcaraz liked😧

user11 @.user10 HES JELLYYYYYY

alexandrasaintmleux ✓ hope you had the best night ever☺️

yourusername ✓ @.alexandrasaintmleux wasn’t as fun as it would’ve been with you🙂‍↔️

alexandrasaintmleux ✓ @.yourusername let me take you out next time 🤭

carlossainz55 ✓ @.yourusername @.charlesleclerc they’re flirting again😞

charles_leclerc ✓ @.carlossainz55 they will never stop😞

user12 THE LAST PIC

user13 @.user12 MYSTERY GUY SPENT THE NIGHT

user14 @.user13 THATS CARLOS SAINZ

user15 @.user14 i was about to call you delulu but…. i think you’re right

user16 @.user15 guys go get some sleep it’s okay … delulu isn’t always the solulu 😚

user17 HES HOLDING HER SHOES

user18 SOFT LAUNCH BUT WHO TF IS SHE LAUNCHING 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥

carlossainz55 ✓ ❤️

-> ♥️ by @.yourusername ✓

user19 @.carlossainz55 @.user18 WE KNOW WHO SHES LAUNCHING🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

user20 @.carlossainz55 OHMYGAWWKDKSKALSKSKS

user21 TENNIS WAG TURNED F1 WAG AND IVE NEVER BEEN HERER FOR IT

user22 @.user21 you’ve never been what?

user23 @.user22 you need to learn matching people’s freak fr😣

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A Couple Weeks Later - TEXTS

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20th of October - @.carlossainz55 ✓ just posted on INSTA !

liked by yourusername, charles_leclerc and 3,445,912 others

carlossainz55 won the race and got the girl😉 great work from the team (and me)

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yourusername ✓ love you baby

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20th of October - @.yourusername ✓ just posted a story on INSTA !

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hope you liked it <3 guys please correct my spanish PLEASEEEEE (the question marks are weird like that on purpose because i’m a lazy bitch)

gen / sns taglist :: @norrisdriver @1655clean

[elizaleclerc]

vicious 🍒

charles leclerc x reader (smau)

summary: singer!reader starts soft launching a relationship with charles leclerc amidst a new album and tour after a messy breakup with lando norris...

song: (literally every single one mentioned lol)

author's note: back on my smau bs! faceclaim is sabrina carpenter bc DUHHH!!!! i honestly just loveee the messy drama and petty posts w this one

NEW ARTICLE: VANITY FAIR

After almost two years of fiery romance, pop singer Y/N and F1 driver Lando Norris split after cheating rumors

Rising pop sensation Y/N had temporarily put her music career on hold to accompany her new boyfriend, F1 rookie Lando Norris, on his journey to dominance. The couple's public debut was in Monaco, following Norris's first Formula One win last year. After being photographed together several times after that, the pair finally decided to be more public with their relationship, with Y/N attending every Grand Prix at Norris’s side. 

The media was ablaze with chatter about their fairytale romance, causing fans of both stars to swoon and declare them the next "it" couple. For nearly two years, Norris and y/l/n were inseparable, gracing every magazine cover and dominating headlines. But suddenly, everything changed. Rumors began circulating that Norris had been secretly seeing a stunning model for the past three months, sending shockwaves through the fandom. Soon, the once inseparable pair stopped appearing in public together, leaving fans to speculate if their relationship had met its bitter end. Now, all eyes are on Y/N as she prepares for her highly anticipated next album. Will she address the rumors and set the record straight, or will we all be left in the dark?

yourname proud to announce my second album, vicious, will be yours november 15th <3 more news soon x

liked by f1, charlesleclerc, landonorris, and others

-user8465 YES YES YES

-user9902 oh we're about to get all the answers

-user4558 if the album is as good as the cover photo we are about to get FED

-user5041 everyone place bets on how many of these songs are about lando...

landonorris A steady couple of weeks for the team, ready to take on more tracks soon!

liked by maxverstappen, mclaren, f1, and others

-user4902 sir are you aware you are about to get cooked

-user5506 um id go into hiding if i were you

-user4558 people already jumping to conclusions yall calm downnn

-user1141 have you not SEEN the cheating rumors??

-user4558 we have literally no idea what happened between them tho

-user1141 girl i fear we are about to know tho

yourname all because i liked a boy :,)

liked by charlesleclerc, sonymusic, f1, and others

-user0402 please tell me the caption is a lyric on the album i might die

-yourname shhhh...

-user0402 I DIED.

-user5903 charles being messy in the likes i cant

-user4304 y/n i don't think we are ready truly

yourname the first single, feather, is out now for you to love and enjoy!! kisses

liked by charlesleclerc, sonymusic, yourbestfriend, and others

-user3560 oh she's moved ON.

-user2094 "you wanted me, no DUH" we all said in unison

-user3932 im so sorry for your loss lando!!!

-user8856 she really just called this man a waste of time...icon behavior

-charlesleclerc A tune.

-user6678 CHARLES??

charlesleclerc Feels good to have a couple wins under our belt, the fight for the championship isn’t over yet.

liked by yourname, f1, scuderiaferrari, and others

-yourname red looks best

-user7704 hey so what does this mean

-user5089 charles dominance could bore fans

-user6723 so no ones gonna say anything about y/n in the comments? okay

yourname the vicious tour, coming to a city near you <3 check my website for more info ;)

liked by maxverstappen, charlesleclerc, sonymusic, and others

-charlesleclerc the ticket is already in my cart

-yourname what a loyal fan <3

-maxverstappen can i tag along?

-user4783 omg what did i walk in on

-user4370 charles and y/n i- um- how did-

-user3904 i need this album like yesterday i cannot wait any longer

yourname vicious is officially out now!!! creating an album is always so daunting, but everything i went through this past year has brought me to where i am now :,) the lyrics, melodies, and tears flowed out of me like a literal waterfall and this record slowly evolved into something so personal and beautiful, and i hope you all love it as much as i do. for those who have bought tickets to the tour, i'll see you all so soon. xoxo

liked by charlesleclerc, landonorris, maxverstappen, and others

-user3204 i simply have no words this is beautiful

-user5103 how is it possible to both cry and shake my ass to this album

-user0989 i know lando is somewhere sobbing and shaking

-user6434 everyone reply with ur fav songs so far!!

-charlesleclerc Picture You ;)

-yourname cheeky.

-user5568 could it be perhaps...because...its about you, charles?

charlesleclerc WORLD CHAMPION! It feels so good to finally have a WDC. The team has put in countless hours of work this season and it finally paid off. Red Bull and McLaren challenged us all year, but I've always had faith in myself and this team. This is a moment in my career that I will never forget. I'm ready to enjoy some time off, but I'll see you on the track soon.

liked by yourname, f1, scuderiaferrari, and others

-yourname my champion <3

-charlesleclerc ❤️

-user6845 OMG THIS IS NOT A DRILL

-user3579 we all love you charles!!!!

-user9356 charles wdc and y/n soft launch in the comments yall are we okay

-user5602 once again lando is probably crying and throwing up

-user1362 karma tastes so sweet

-yourname tell me about it

yourname he's good for my heart ☀️

liked by charlesleclerc, f1, sonymusic, and others

-charlesleclerc mon amour <3

-user5412 she's got him using that heart im obsessed

-user7584 going from wag to wag again she's truly iconic i fear

-user0049 girl why hide the face we recognize that man anywhere

-maxverstappen Soft launch of the century.

charlesleclerc my two loves. welcome to our little fam leo <3

liked by yourname, maxverstappen, f1, and others

-yourname love u both <3

-user6731 oh my god i might cry

-user0823 u can tell charles is so perfect for y/n im so happy for them

-user7803 charles better treat her well or we ride at dawn

-charlesleclerc i'll love her forever

-user4812 CRYING I LOVE THEMMM

thx for reading!! might make a part 2 with y/n on tour...

[gguk-n]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (LANDO NORRIS X Reader)

I did a poll yesterday and I had asked which driver I should write an smau with Sabrina Carpenter's Please please please. Lando won, so here is the smau. I hope you guys enjoy it more than I enjoyed making it!! (I used Sabrina Carpenter mostly, except a few places where I got the pictures from pinterest)

Y/N.Y/L/N

Tagged Y/BFF/user and McLaren

Liked by McLaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 4,657,982 others Y/N.Y/L/N So Y/BFF/user loves watching cars go fast, I on the contrary had my heart stop when I found out the speed they drove at. Thank you to McLaren for having us. It was the nicest experience, let's do this again some time. The drivers were so much fun, especially oscarpiastri, same sense of humour as Y/BFF/N.

user 1 I knew loving y/n was a queen move, she's so pretty. user 2 the crossover I didn't know I needed😭😭 user 3 I was at the race and when I said I was a fan she gave me and the others an autograph and we even took pictures!! the sweetest!!❤️❤️ user 4 I was also at the race and I saw her and Lando literally throwing themselves at each other and laughing at god knows what. user 5 user4 me too, I saw them whispering to each other and I think I saw them exchange numbers👀 user 6 both of them follow each other now, idk what that means?? are we getting a new dad?!🤔

Y/N was greeted by McLaren staff at the entrance and given paddock passes to enter. Y/BFF/N was looking around with big round eyes and almost screamed when she saw Lando and Oscar. They shook hands and went along with the engineers on a tour of the paddock. Y/N didn't understand most of it but she was happy for Y/BFF/N. Lando seemed to have noticed that Y/N was zoned out, so he tapped her shoulder, "You don't have to listen if you don't want to." Y/N apologised and tried to pay attention, alas Lando had other plans and decided to end her misery. He took her along to the drivers room, let her sit down and even got her an iced americano, her favourite!! Y/N thanked him with the conversation flowing like butter with the sprinkling of some flirting here and there. As Lando finished P3, he made sure to get Y/N number before she left for the night; a triumphant look on Lando's face.

f1updates

Liked by 34,765 others f1updates Y/N Y/L/N was in attendance at today’s race at McLaren. P (Max's girlfriend's daughter) was seen taking picture with her. She wasn't the only one happy it seems because a certain driver couldn't get done with press and debrief without blushing every time he looked at her. He even ran back after the race to her in what every is describing as a race to get her number before she leaves. We hope to see more of Y/N now that she might become a wag.

user 7 can celebrities who don't care about the sport not come. 😒😒 user 8 this page is supposed to update about the race not the racers lives🙄🙄 user 9 I think they look cute together, I haven't seen Lando blush like this ever🥰🥰

landonorris followed Y/N.Y/L/N

Y/N.Y/L/N followed landonorris

Y/N.Y/L/N

Liked by landonorris and 3,657,987 other Y/N.Y/L/N So happy to bring you the collection with Skims I've been working on since last year. You know how much of a big advocate I am of body positivity and control. I hope this collection brings joy to all the people who wear it, I hope you feel just as sexy as I did while doing the photoshoot

user 7 not Lando lurking in the likes user 8 user 7 he's not lurking, he follows her lol. user 9 she betrayed taylorswift for money🤦‍♀️. user 10 mother is mothering user 11 Y/N.Y/L/N can you adopt me?? I wanna be hot like you when I grow up Y/N.Y/L/N user 11 sure but you're already hot, I can see from the pfp💋💋. user 11 Y/N.Y/L/N didn't just reply to me, i can die happy

landonorris

liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, McLaren, oscarpiastri and 1,456,278 other landonorris might not have finished podium but you guys get cute pictures of me

user 10 marry me Norris!!!❤️❤️💋💋 user 11 he's so cute and drivers fast cars, what a package.🥹🥹. user 12 its ok mate, better luck next time👍 user 1 not only did Lando like y/n post, y/n liked his back too😭😭

y/nupdates

Liked by 15,798 others. y/nupdates Y/N was seen a few days back with a mystery man on the streets of London. Both of them looked very comfortable holding hands or kissing each other any chance they got. Is there romance in the air or is this another one of y/n flings? only time will tell.

user 2 guys, its Lando Norris, Mclaren's driver😳 user 3 I can confrim its Lando, I saw them near big ben user 4 she hasn't released any new music in ages, focus on your work😫😫 user 5 user 4 let her have fun, you mood killer🤬

f1wagsupdates

liked by 3,490 others f1wagsupdates Lando Norris was seen getting up close and comfortable with a new girl on the beaches of Hawaii. Is a new grid couple on the rise??

user 6 you did not just call y/n a new girl?? 🤦‍♀️😤 user 7 i think they are so cute!! I want what they have😩😭 user 8 Lando needs to focus on the race now that Mclaren is doing so good😤😤

popnews

liked by Y/BFF/user and others popnews Y/N Y/L/N, singer and Lando Norris, McLaren's F1 driver were seen walking around the streets of Paris. This seems to be the third city the pair has been spotted being in love. Speculations say that they started dating after Y/N went to the race in March. Only time will tell what is going on between the two since they've kept their personal lives private since neither have been seen attending a race or a concert. We've tried contacting both their PR team but have gotten no response.

user 9 y/n best friend liked this, must be true🤯!! user 10 both of them are so cute together!! can't wait for all the love songs y/n will write😭😭 user 11 i hate it when bitches get with hot guys😡 user 12 you can tell they both are in love. can't believe popnews reported, must be real😔

babygirlcore

Liked by lando.jpg, Y/BFF/user and others. babygirlcore that's why they say you should date an athlete, they got good stamina lando.jpg damn, i feel objectified babygirlcore I'm only with you for the looks, sorry you had to find out like this Y/BFF/N can't believe my bestie is dating my fav driver and I find out from the tabloid babygirlcore I'm sorry Y/BFF/N I would've told you but Lando wouldn't let me. lando.jpg don't drag me in this I'm innocent

Y/N.Y/L/N

Liked by landonorris,maxverstappen1 and 1,452,647 others. Y/N.Y/L/N It was so much fun performing at coachella. Thank you for having me. I've been touring for the past year, but this never gets old. I hope I get to see you guys at my concerts, tickets available in the bio.

user 1 seeing her live was a dream come true😭 user 2 the only reason I went to coachella❤️❤️ user 3 is it just me or was she winking and giggling at someone in the crowd??🤔🤔 user 4 user3 I saw it too, it's prolly Lando🥲🥲 user 5 user4 it was definitely Lando someone posted pictures of them after the coachella user 6 can't believe this witch took my Lando😤😤

landonorris

Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, McLaren, f1 and 5,278,934 others. landonorris that first win feeling!! So thankful to McLaren for always believing in me!!

user 7 the most deserved win😭😭😭!! user 8 not Lando running to y/n as soon as he won😍😭😭!! user 9 so rude, y/n won't even comment congratulating her boyfriend😷😷 carlossainz55 congratulations cabron oscarpiastri congratulations mate

babygirlcore

liked by lando.jpg and others babygirlcore the winner of Miami gp and my heart!! give it up for Lando Norris!! so proud of you baby, I knew you could do it!! can't wait to share more wins and watch you become the WDC!!

lando.jpg you're making me blush, love you baby!! Y/BFF/user can't believe I missed this historic moment Congratulations Lando!! Gonna have to take the year off so I can process these emotions😭😱🤯 lando.jpg thank you Y/BFF/N

Y/N.Y/L/N

Liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc and 3,765,983 others. Y/N.Y/L/N I've been working at the studio for a while now, can't wait for you guys to hear the new stuff I've coming for you. It's been so long since a new album. So, I'm happy to announce the release of my new album in a couple months. Can't wait to share it with the best people in my life!!

link in the bio

user 7 let her cook😭🥹 user 8 can't believe Lando is her muse, the song is so Lando coded🥹🥹 user 9 oh to be y/n and dating Lando, she hit the jack pot😔😔 user 10 I'm so happy she's finally getting the love she deserves❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭. user 11 can they just come out and say that they are dating😖😖. user 12 i'm working late cuz I'm a singer, the line of the century, play this at my funeral💀 Y/BFF/user is this song about me babygirl Y/N.Y/L/N Y/BFF/ user always, you're my soulmate❤️❤️🥰🥰😘😘

Lando couldn't help but gloat to his friends and fellow drivers. How many people can say that their girlfriend wrote a song about them. The song made him soft and mushy so when Y/N walked through the door he tackled her into a hug. "you wrote a song about me" Lando whispered in her ear. "I did" y/n replied, "all my songs are about you darling" Lando's neck felt hot and his cheeks started to hurt from smiling to hard. Y/N looked at his face and smirked, "aww!! is little norris blushing??" Lando quickly moved away and turn his head towards the window. Y/N couldn't help but tease him and call him a sap in love. Honestly the biggest sap was Y/N since she was the one writing songs about her boyfriend.

Y/N.Y/L/N

Tagged landonorris

Liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc and 2,769,654 others Y/N.Y/L/N Heart break is one thing, my ego's another.

link in the bio

user 1 mom said dad's not allowed to look anywhere else.😈😈🙈🙈. user 2 what a power move y/n casting her boyfriend in the song about not fucking up the relationship😂😂. user 3 if that stupid vroom vroom guy fucks up, it's on sight😤😤 user 4 i don't get the hype, she aint even that pretty😒. user 6 i hope they break up, Lando is meant to end up with me 🤦‍♀️ landonorris Thanks for having me on the music video, if you need help in the future lemme know😏😉 Liked by the author user 5 Lando trying to be low key in the comments when we know he's being loved by the best girl Y/BFF/user I'm sending this to my boyfriend Y/N.Y/L/N Y/BFF/user I thought I was your boyfriend, am I the other one???? Y/BFF/user Y/N.Y/L/N sorry babygirl, it do be like that sometimes

landonorris

Tagged Y/N.Y/L/N

Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, maxverstappen1 and 1,256,783 others. landonorris I'm not as good with words as she is. I never knew what love felt like before she walked into my life. So grateful to be the boyfriend of the most beautiful, kind, caring, loving and gorgeous girl. You're my forever person. I love you Y/N Y/L/N❤️❤️

user 1 if someone saw this. they'd think this was a y/n fan acc. user 2 y/n is barbie and Lando is just ken and he's happy if barbie is😫😫. user 3 eww, she ugly, Lando could do so much better. carlossainz55 congratulations cabron!! happy for you charles_leclerc Alex want's to know if we can get tickets to her concert?? Y/N.Y/L/N charles_leclerc yessss!! tell Alex she can come to all my concerts oscarpiastri you would've thought he would shut up after getting with her but he has become insufferable. Y/N.Y/L/N take him away. He cries whenever you're not around. Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N Y/N.Y/L/N I love you too baby boy. You're my forever person too!! landonorris I'm so lucky to have you, love you mommy😘😘.

Y/N.Y/L/N

Tagged landonorris

Liked by landonorris, Y/BFF/user and 1,426,783 others Y/N.Y/L/N People keep asking why are all my songs about love, I look at them and say I’ve finally found my muse. He makes me so happy, I’ve never felt this way with anyone. So grateful for meeting him cuz I don’t think I knew what being loved was like. Thank you Lando Norris for being the light in my dark times. I just wish my heart didn’t give up every time you looked at me or got into that damn F1 car. But I think I’ll live. Love you❤️💋

landonorris love you too. Liked by author user 4 what dry ass reply was that Lando, look at y/n comment's on his post Y/BFF/user landonorris does this mean free passes to the races forever?? landonorris Y/BFF/user obviously!! user 5 Lando is so blind, she's only using you user 6 they are so cute, they'd have the cutest babies🥺🥺 user 7 he's too good for her, i wish he was still with Luisinha user 8 y/n prolly watching every race to make sure her man is alive 🤣🤣

After hitting the post button on their respective accounts, Y/N found herself in Lando's arms with her head against his chest and his on top of hers. She wrapped her arms around his torso and took a deep breathe; "I love you so much, you know that, right?" Lando chuckled, “You don't let me forget it, with being your muse and all” She let out a sign of content and mumbled, "Just like the driver's championship you are P3 in my heart" Lando's face dropped, unwrapping his arms and pulling her to eye level, "what do you mean?" Y/N just laughed and said, "my parents and Y/BFF/N are P1 and P2 but am sure you'll become P2 if I write any more songs about you." Lando leaned in and kissed her, she pulled him closer as she deepend the kiss. Both of them happy where they were in each other's arms.

I hope you guys liked it!!

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Never Give Up

Pairing: Rockstar!Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: complete fluff, getting blood drawn so needles and blood

Summary: Jensen is in town for his next concert and visit you for a check-up before performing. You two have known each other for your whole life since his sister is your best friend, and he never fails to ask you out every time he sees you. You’ve always said no. It’s his mission to get you to say yes.

Square Filled: rockstar!jensen (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

You grab another vial of blood and mark down in the system which patient of yours this belongs to. Afterward, you place it inside a medical plastic bag and set it off to the side for the lab to pick up later. Today has been non-stop tending to patients, drawing blood, and taking vitals. You’re only halfway through your shift and you feel like your head is going to explode.

“Did you see his post?” another nurse asks as she and her friend walk into the office. “God, he looks so hot. I can’t believe he’s single.”

“I bet he’s fucking random fans every show he does. I could be one of those fans if I got tickets. Can you believe even the nosebleeds are two hundred bucks?”

You don’t need to hear his name to know who they’re talking about. There is only one artist that is big enough in the news right now. He’s been on a steady incline to fame ever since he left Texas for California.

“Do you think he’s good in bed?”

You roll your eyes at that but don’t comment on it. You just want to do your job and go home. You can’t be sitting here thinking about your best friend’s brother and how much of an arrogant bastard he is who thinks the world revolves around him. It doesn’t help that he has a major crush on you, and he isn’t afraid to show it. Besides him telling you every time he calls you how much he likes you, he’ll always try to show you either with flowers, dinner, or other small presents that he has mailed to you.

There isn’t a time that goes by when he’s with you that he doesn’t try and ask you out on a date. If he was just your best friend’s brother, you would consider it. It’s the fact that he’s an up-and-coming rockstar who isn’t near his peak that has you on the edge. You know rockstars. You dated a few of them. All they care about is music, money, and sex. They’ll get it anywhere from any woman who is willing to spread her legs for them. You’re not saying Jensen is like that, but you don’t want to be a notch on his belt.

Still, that doesn’t stop you from using your vibrator and fantasizing about him.

A few days pass without incident when you’re inputting patients into the computer. The same two coworkers who were talking about Jensen before come strolling in with big smiles on their faces.

“What’s got you two looking like that?”

“Jensen is in town for his concert.”

“Did you two get tickets?”

“No, but I know of a way inside. I have someone working security.”

You’d rather not sit here and watch them fangirl over him so you decide to finish your paperwork later and check on the patients. Your best friend, Sabrina, pulls you to the side as soon as she sees you.

“I need you to take the patient in Room 15.”

“Why? That’s your section.”

“Please? I can’t do it.”

“Why?” you ask, your eyes narrowing.

“He’s my brother. They won’t let me work on him.”

Jensen is here. You think about what it might mean if he sees you entering the room and think it’s better than sending the fangirls in there with him.

“Fine. You owe me.” You start to walk away from her with the blood draw supplies and pause. “Don’t tell the other girls. They’ll cause a riot.”

You walk to Room 15 and knock twice before entering. Jensen is sitting on the small table with the paper lined for people’s safety even though half the time, it gets crumbled and tossed out of the way. He is scrolling through his phone but it’s not that that has you staring in awe. He is wearing a tight black shirt that really shows off his muscles and tattoos and dusty blue jeans that you know hug his ass so nicely, all with a backward hat on. His hair peeks out the back of his hat. It was shorter than the last time you saw him.

There’s a new image for your fantasies.

“Growing out your hair, huh?”

Jensen’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice, and he gives you a thousand-watt smile. He immediately puts his phone away so that he can give you all of his attention.

“I was hoping Sabrina would send you in here.”

“Oh, you’re lucky it’s me and not the two fangirls out there. I’m pretty sure one of them wants to have sex with you.”

“What about you? Do you want to have sex with me?”

You smile shyly and grab two latex gloves to start the blood-drawing process. “You wish.”

“Yeah, I do.”

You wrap a tourniquet around his upper arm before grabbing his arm and rubbing the area with an alcohol swab to sterilize the area. Don’t think about his big muscles. Focus, Y/N! You open a packet that contains a new needle and place it where you need to. Without counting down, you stick the needle into his vein and start to grab blood samples.

“So, come here often?” he flirts.

“I work here,” you giggle.

“I know. I just wanted to hear your giggle. So, when am I gonna take you out?”

“Hmm, how about never?” you tease.

“Don’t do that to me, sweetheart. Throw me a bone or something.”

“I’m not even going to comment,” you laugh.

You take out the first vial and shove a new one into the case for more blood.

“I’m serious. When are you gonna let me take you out to a nice dinner? I’ll pay.”

“Oh, you will? How generous of you,” you say sarcastically yet playfully.

“Does that mean yes?”

“No.”

“I’m not gonna stop asking you.”

“You’ll turn blue in the face if you continue that.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugs. “I look good in blue.” You roll your eyes and try to hide your smile knowing he sees it. You finish getting four blood samples before patching him up with a Hello Kitty bandaid. You were just treating two twin little girls and this is all you have. “Nice band-aid.”

“It’s all I have. I can get a different one if you want.”

“No, no, I happen to like Hello Kitty.” You trash your gloves and the needle packet before standing. “Come to my concert.”

“I have to work.”

“No, you don’t. It’s on Saturday and you don’t work the weekends.” You silently curse knowing he’s right. “How about this? I will have a VIP and all-access badge with your name on it. Come if you want. It starts at seven. Are we done here?”

“Yeah, but--”

“Give my love to Sabrina.”

He hops of the table and kisses your cheek as he leaves. The two fangirls see him and fawn over his good looks but when he looks back, it’s at you. He only has eyes for you. He winks and turns to the fangirls who are practically tripping over the other to get to him. He signs what they want to be signed and takes pictures with them before leaving.

Today is only Wednesday but you can’t stop thinking about Jensen and his offer the rest of the week. Saturday comes faster than you’d like, and you find yourself driving with Sabrina to the concert hours before it even starts. There are already people lining up to get to the front of the pit but you bypass the entire parking lot to head to the back where the service entrance is.

“I can’t believe I’m going to this,” you say.

“So, when are you and my brother going to fuck?”

“Sabrina!”

“What? If anyone should be with him, it’s you. That boy is in love with you.”

“No, he’s not. He thinks he is because I don’t want him.”

“Does telling yourself that help you sleep at night?”

“Sabrina… He’s a rockstar. He’s a famous rockstar. He doesn’t want some rundown nurse. He could have anyone.”

“Yeah, but he wants you.”

You’re torn because you do want Jensen. He’s every girl’s dream. Even if he wasn’t a rockstar or famous, you’ve known him since you two were kids. You grew up together. You know who the real Jensen is, the one he doesn’t show anyone else. Still, there is that nagging feeling that he'll dump you once he gets bored with you. 

All of your exes did.

You show security both your IDs and he hands you and Sabrina your access badges before directing you where to park. After you two get out, you follow security to the back where the band is hanging out. You’ve gotten to know Jensen’s band a little over the years. They’re nice guys.

“Bean!” Jensen turns and grins when he sees his sister. His drummer has a major crush on your friend and has called her Bean ever since she told him she hated it. They’re in the “will they, won’t they?” stage but everyone knows they’re gonna be endgame. “Where’ve you been?”

“I told you not to call me that,” she rolls her eyes and hugs her brother. 

“And I told you I don’t care. I like how you blush when I do,” he smirks.

Jensen’s gaze goes over to you and he visibly relaxes at the sight of you. He walks over to you and takes off his hat so that his hair falls over his face.

“Hi, Jensen.” He smiles but doesn’t answer you. “What, cat got your tongue? I know I’m breathtaking but come on.”

“He doesn’t speak before a show to preserve his voice. He has breathing exercises to do,” Josh, the drummer, says.

“What a blessing,” you joke.

Jensen pulls you in for a hug, and you allow this minute to really feel him. His arms have always felt so safe around you, and you find yourself relaxing into his body. He pulls away and takes out his phone to text you since he takes his voice exercises seriously. Your phone pings and you look at the message he sent.

I love that you’re here.

You blush under his gaze and try but fail to hide your smile.

“You know I would have come.”

You and Sabrina leave for the VIP tent on the floor while the band gets ready. The opener comes out and does her performance which gives you time to enjoy the music and get some food before Jensen comes on stage. Since you and Sabrina are on Jensen and Josh’s social media, you’re both easily recognizable. Fans come up to the tent to chat and take pictures with you two. You never had a desire for fame but it’s nice to know you’ve made someone’s day just by saying hi to them.

The entire stadium goes dark and the intro to the concert begins. Immediately, the entire crowd cheers for Jensen. He walks on stage in a different outfit than when you saw him earlier, and you have to admit he looks really good. He’s wearing a classic muscle shirt that definitely shows off how much he’s been working out and his tattoos. Gone is his hat so that his hair can flop around freely.

His eyes immediately find the VIP tent, and he smiles when he sees you. You’ve seen his concerts over TikTok Lives and other social media platforms but nothing beats the real thing. He sings each song with passion like he means every word he’s singing. There is a long catwalk where he walks, and all the girls fawn over him whenever he gives them two seconds of his attention.

By the time he’s at the halfway point of his concert, your feet are hurting from how much you’re dancing and your ears are ringing from how loud it is, but you love it. Jensen is in the middle of a song when he suddenly stops and takes out one of his earpieces.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he pants. The band stops playing and everyone quiets down in confusion, including you. He’s never done this at any of his other concerts. “I’ll get back to the music in a second. I just want to say this is a very special concert because there is someone very special here tonight.”

“Oh, my God,” Sabrina gasps.

“Her name is Y/N and she’s right over there in the VIP tent.” The camera pans over to your shocked face so that everyone in the stadium can see. Sabrina can’t stop smiling. “You see, we’ve been friends since we were kids and she doesn’t know this but I am absolutely crazy for her.”

Cheers erupt throughout the stadium, and you shake your head at Jensen with a smile.

“Now, I’ve asked her this many times but she’s always said no to me. I don’t think she’ll be able to say no in a room full of eighty thousand people. Someone get her a microphone. I want to hear her answer.” Jensen waits for someone to bring you a microphone. “Y/N, will you let me take you to a really nice dinner date?”

You wait for the crowd to quiet down a bit before giving your answer.

“No,” you smile sweetly. “You just won’t take no for an answer.”

“You’re right. I won’t.” He drags one of the barstools to the middle of the stage and sits on it. “That’s why we’re not continuing until you say yes.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Oh, I am, sweetheart. I won’t sing another song until you say yes. What do you say, Los Angeles? Should she say yes to me?” Almost every fan in the stadium including Sabrina cheers for you two. “See? Even they think you should.”

“Well if they think we should…”

“Is that a yes?”

“No,” you grin.

“Alright.” Jensen sits and drums his fingers on his legs patiently. “I wonder what I’m going to do next weekend. I think I should take up fishing. My dad always brought me but I never appreciated it before.”

“You’re seriously going to sit there and not continue your concert?” you ask.

“Put everyone out of their misery and just say yes to the date. Come on, everyone. Y/N! Y/N!”

Everyone starts chanting your name, and Sabrina tugs on your arm to grab your attention.

“Has any of your exes done this for you? What are you scared of?”

She’s right. None of your rockstar boyfriends have ever stopped a concert for you. None of them even mentioned you were there. Jensen doesn’t have to say it but he is in love with you and you’re in love with him.

“Fine. Fine. Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“Yes!” Jensen cheers. You hand the microphone back to the stadium worker, and Jensen puts the earpiece back in. “This next song is for you, sweetheart.”

And he plays the song he wrote for you in high school.

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summary: a school assignment leads you to team bofurin. a chance meeting in the cafe leads you to umemiya. where else will furin high lead you over the course of 5 days?

wc: 7.5k (lord have mercy)

cw/tags: umemiya hajime x gn journalist!reader, strangers to lovers, swearing/explicit language, brief canon-typical violence, blood, and peril, angst/fluff and injury hurt/comfort, ume's a gentleman but that gets tested lol

note: friends this is the longest thing i have ever posted here and i was really debating not posting it because i didn't like how it was turning out, but then i just pushed through the rest of it...and it became 7 thousand words.....ANYWAY really hope you enjoy !

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— Day 1 of 5: “Please, please, please // Don’t prove I’m right” 

A glass bottle shatters on the sidewalk below you, shadowy figures scattering into dark alleyways like rats. You grimace at their sadistic laughter and silently thank your host for not living on the ground-level. The sound of a shaking spray paint can echoes in the empty street and you watch a messy hot pink insignia appear as it's drawn on a shop window. Damn. This was going to be a long five days. 

“Wait, you want me to do what?” 

“You’ll be staying with a high school friend of mine who owns a store in the area,” your journalism teacher continues, quickly scanning over a student’s document and grading it without blinking. She swipes to the next document, mechanically repeating the same process of grading it and moving on. She doesn’t stop to see the shock on your face.

“Ma’am, I don’t know–”

“You’ll be fine, just stick to the populated areas and don’t go out at night. If you want to, you could even befriend some of those Furin kids,” she says as she absentmindedly clicks away at her keyboard. “It’ll be good for you to report on something other than the mathletes team, for once.” At least the mathletes are safe, you think to yourself. A little awkward, but nowhere near the delinquents at Furin.

“Hold on, may I ask why I’m the one doing this?” You wring your hands nervously, glancing at the afternoon sun sinking outside the classroom window. “I don’t understand why you’re asking me–” 

“You want the full-ride scholarship, don’t you?” Her eyes are beady through the thin rims of her glasses. You fight the urge to shrink away from her piercing gaze, one that you never become accustomed to no matter how many times you’re subject to it. “Trust me when I tell you that the judges will not care how many times the mathletes lost, no matter how eloquently you write about it.” You let your skepticism show on your face. 

“But they’ll care about a bunch of boys that get into fights every day?” If she cares about your deadpanned comment, she doesn’t acknowledge it. 

“My friend told me once or twice that there’s more to those Furin boys than meets the eye,” she says before turning back to her screen. Your confusion is still obvious, but the only help your teacher gives you is an indifferent shrug. “It’s up to you. But if you want a competitive edge, you need to take more risks.” You exhale, weighing your options and ultimately deciding that your career was more important. 

“When do I start?” 

You begin your morning early on your first day in Makochi. After leaving your host’s apartment and staring at the graffiti-covered high school that was drowning in plant overgrowth, you abruptly turned on your heel and decided to observe the people on the busiest street. You had no interest in exploring Furin High School itself, only the effects of crime and constant fighting on the uninvolved citizens. You catch a group of boys wearing black jackets heading in the same direction as you and duck into the nearest cafe, hoping to wait them out and watch how they interact with the town. Across the street, the owners of the shop that was vandalized with the pink insignia scrub the paint from the glass. 

“Good morning.” A girl with short brown hair greets you behind the counter, gesturing for you to take a seat on one of the stools. You thank her and set your notebook down next to you, flipping through the menu when you feel her staring at you. “Are you new here?” 

“I’m in town for a few days,” you reply. Her demeanor is friendlier than you would expect from an area that sees so much violence. “I’m from one of the neighboring high schools.” The girl nods, placing a cup of water in front of you, along with a set of chopsticks. 

“Are you visiting family? We don’t get many visitors here, so I’m just wondering what a new face is doing in town,” she says, nodding when you point at the menu item you want for breakfast. 

“No family here; I’m actually studying the town for an assignment. My teacher thinks that if I write about this town, it’ll help me get a scholarship.” Her mouth opens in an ah of understanding and she ducks into the refrigerator to retrieve some eggs. An idea pops into your brain and you open your notebook. “While I’m here, do you mind if I ask you a few questions about Furin High?”

“Sure. Bofurin members eat here all the time.” Your eyebrows draw together and, unlike your journalism teacher, she understands and addresses your lack of knowledge. “Bofurin is the team that protects this town. It’s made up entirely of students at Furin High School. Actually, it’s a little funny that you stopped into here today, of all places, since–” 

“Kotoha!” The door flies open and the same group of boys that were behind you on the sidewalk corral into the cafe, the space suddenly too small for the number of people present. The source of the voice, a tall guy with bright white hair and coattails attached to his jacket, approaches the girl behind the counter with a blinding smile. “Did you miss me?” 

“No,” Kotoha deadpans, sending you a sympathetic look as more boys file into the cafe. “I was gonna say that you chose the one day Umemiya treats all his underclassmen to breakfast. Umemiya’s the leader, the tall idiot I was just talking to.” You grimace and begin to jot down what little information you’d learned about Furin, covering the side of your face with your hand and hoping none of the students question why you were there. It’s wishful thinking, unfortunately. 

“Oi.” You’re snapped from your brainstorming daze by a boy whose hair and eyes were two different colors. He was watching you write like you were plotting how to demolish the high school and you curse your luck for the millionth time that you picked the one cafe the Bofurin team frequented. “Who are you and why are you here?”

“Sakura, you can’t just say that to strangers. Tell them you’re sorry,” Kotoha, the girl behind the counter, chides. The boy’s cheeks turn pink and he turns away, muttering what sounds like a half-assed apology to you. “Don’t mind him,” she says to you with a warm smile. “He’s terrible around new people.” Sakura’s face twists into indignation. 

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are. You got into a fight on your first day here, and school hadn’t even started yet,” points out another student with blonde hair sitting next to a boy wearing dangling earrings and an eyepatch. You’re quick to write down anything and everything you were hearing, picking up pieces of conversation from the tables around you. “Hey, what are you writing?” The question doesn’t come off as accusatory, but you shut your notebook anyways and guard it like a treasure chest. 

“It’s nothing. Just homework,” you force out. 

“Homework,” the boy with the eyepatch echoes. “So, you live around here?”

“They go to a neighboring highschool,” Kotoha explains before you have the chance to speak. “They’re actually here to study Bofurin.” All three boys turn to you expectantly, as if you were going to interview them on the spot. 

“I’m just here to observe,” you say quickly, rubbing the back of your neck. “I’m not here to interfere or get in your way or anything.” 

“Who said you would be getting in the way? I’m sure Umemiya wouldn’t mind–” 

“I wouldn’t mind what?” You jump, the same guy that called Kotoha’s name upon entering the cafe appearing like a ghost between you and the boys you were conversing with. “Have you three ordered yet? You need to eat! We have a big day today,” the person you assume is Umemiya instructs the boys. To your surprise, they’re quick to nod their assent and place their orders. “Good. Now, what was it I wasn’t going to mind?” 

“There’s someone here to study us,” the half-and-half haired kid mutters, pointing in your direction. Like before, the two other students scold him for his brashness. 

“Don’t say it like that, Sakura.” 

“It makes it sound like we’re animals in a documentary.” 

“Study us?” Umemiya ignores them and turns to you with a curious look. “Why?” Your face heats and you hastily close your notebook again, hoping that Kotoha would be done with your food soon so you could vacate the cafe and avoid it for the rest of your stay. 

“It’s for an assignment for school,” you reply hesitantly. 

“You don’t need to be so humble,” Kotoha calls over her shoulder from the stove. “You can tell them it’s for a scholarship.” The three boys next to Umemiya gape at you in awe, but you can’t help feeling the slightest bit embarrassed that you drew so much attention to yourself on your first day in town. You didn’t know much about the Furin boys except for their reputation as fighters, and you expected Umemiya to turn you away and kick you out on the spot. 

“I’ll be out of town in a few days, so you don’t need to–”

“You can shadow us.” What the hell did he just say? You blink at him, unsure if you hallucinated his words or if he actually said them. Umemiya’s face suddenly turns a shade redder and he turns to his three underclassmen, whispering uneasily, “That is the term for it, right?”

“I think so,” the blonde one whispers back. “Suo, you’re better with words. What does it–”

“You want them to follow you around and see how you guys work,” Kotoha says as she brings you your meal in a to-go container. “That’s what ‘shadowing’ means.” Umemiya thanks her with a thumbs-up before turning back to you. 

“What she said. Come with us as we go through our daily routines so you really understand what we do.” You start to stutter out a list of fake reasons why you couldn’t, something along the lines of getting in their way and needing to take a fish to the veterinarian. Umemiya doesn’t budge and sees through your nerves like glass. “You won’t be inconveniencing us at all, I promise. If anything, it’ll be good for more people to have an understanding of Bofurin.” 

“Yeah. If you just watch us from the outside, your writing’s not gonna be any good,” Sakura says bluntly. The two boys next to him flinch and cover their faces. 

“You should stop saying things like that, Sakura,” the boy with the eye-patch warns. 

“Like I said,” Kotoha mumbles in passing. “Don’t pay him any mind. He’s just like that.”

“So, what do you say?” Umemiya grins at you in a way that unwillingly makes your heart rate increase and, before your mind knows it, you’re nodding in agreement and he settles on the stool next to you. “Great! Before we start, do you mind if I ask you about yourself?”

—  Day 2 of 5: “I know I have good judgment // I know I have good taste”

It’s 7:00 am when Umemiya appears outside your door. 

“Good morning! Did you sleep well? I know yesterday was a lot, so hopefully we didn’t scare you too badly.” You rub your eyes and manage to give him a sleepy ‘good morning,’ trying to shake off the exhaustion after running around the previous day with Bofurin. The moon was hanging high by the time Umemiya dropped you off at your host’s apartment and you thought you were hearing things when he said he’d be back in the morning to pick you up. “We’re not gonna have time to stop by the cafe, so I picked up something for you to eat.” You open the small paper bag he hands you to find a pastry wrapped in a napkin, slightly squashed from the walk. “Do you have everything?” 

“Yes, I do. This is really nice of you Umemiya,” you say as you fall into step next to him. He shrugs and waves you off, but you catch the self-confident upturn at the corner of his mouth. Why you were staring at his mouth in the first place could not be waterboarded out of you. 

“Don’t mention it. What’d you think of yesterday? Oh, wait. Let me take this from you so you can eat.” Before you can stop him, he reaches over and carefully slides the strap of your bag from your shoulder and hoists it onto his. Surprised, you thank him again, something that you found yourself doing a lot since you met him. It wasn’t like you were trying to overstate your gratitude, Umemiya just kept doing things for you; on your first day, he did everything from crouching down to tie your shoe to herding you toward the side of the sidewalk, away from the busy street. So far, Bofurin was nothing like you’d previously imagined. 

“There’s a lot more structure in place than I thought there would be,” you answer, taking a few bites of the pastry. After Umemiya gave you a proper introduction to first-year class captain (and your self-proclaimed #1 skeptic) Sakura, he also introduced you to Suo and Nirei, the two boys that were with him. The rest of your first day was a flurry of meetings and broadcast announcements from the top of the school, mixed with an unexpected amount of pot transplanting on the roof. “I didn’t realize there would be such a clear hierarchy of power…or a community garden.”

“You thought we were just a bunch of kids who got into fights every day?”

“Yes–wait, no!” Your face burns while you backtrack and try to explain yourself. Umemiya doesn’t hear it and simply chuckles at your slip. “Okay, fine. Yes, I did think you were a bunch of kids that got into fights every day. But,” you pause, taking a look at the pastry in your hand. “There’s obviously more I need to learn.” 

“That’s alright,” Umemiya beams. The sun starts to peek over the roofs of the little stores and houses, painting Furin High golden as you approach. “That's why I’m here. Oh, and before I forget, give me your phone.” You watch as he dials his contact information in, even taking a picture of himself for the contact photo. “What do you think?” 

“Wow, you look great. Thanks for doing that for me.”

“Of course. Now you have a direct line to me in case you ever need anything!” He has a cute smile, speaks an unprompted voice in your head that you’re quick to silence. You’re about to tease him about being so friendly with strangers when you catch sight of a smear of hot pink running across the bricks beside you. Umemiya’s smile fades as you walk past the metal garage door of a food vendor, it too becoming the victim of the same pink marking you saw on your first night. 

“That’s the second one I’ve seen now.” His eyes are narrowed when you turn to him. He’s not focusing on what you’re saying; you can tell by the way the muscle in his jaw clenches that he’s running analyses like a supercomputer. “Do you have any idea who’s doing this?”

“There hasn’t been word of a pink team in ages, let alone one that has the audacity to come on Bofurin territory and claim it,” he says quietly.  

“They’re trying to take it from you?”

“Keyword ‘trying.’ Doesn’t mean they’ll be successful.” The darkness of his expression disappears in a blink and you’re met with a self-assured grin. “Ah, well don’t worry about it. We handle this kind of stuff all the time,” he reassures you, readjusting your bag over his shoulder and starting again down the sidewalk.  

“How often do you deal with stuff like this?” 

“Weekly, probably,” he shrugs and you make a mental reminder to write it in your notebook. 

“Are people just looking for a fight because you’re the strongest team, or is it something else?” Your mind momentarily brings you back to sitting across from the mathletes team in the school library, giving them food for thought and jotting down their responses. It was a little different, asking questions of Umemiya, but the familiar feeling of seeking answers is comforting muscle memory. 

“I don’t have a concrete answer for you, honestly,” he admits. “But, my theory is that people don’t like what we do here. We protect the town and discourage people from doing unethical things. People simply don’t like being told what they can’t do.” You nod, trying your best to remember everything he’s saying. It made sense why smaller teams would want to take down the most powerful team in the area, but the morality side and restricting the actions of others because they harm the townspeople was something you didn’t expect to also play into the situation. “Are you going to interview any other teams here?” You shake your head.

“I wasn’t planning on it. The answers that you’re giving me now are more than I could have hoped for,” you answer and you catch his satisfied smirk out of the corner of your eye. “Do you think I should study other teams?” 

“You don’t need to. You fit in better with us, anyway.” 

— Day 3 of 5: “Whatever devil’s inside you // Don’t let him out tonight”

Reports of the hot pink marking become more frequent the longer you stay with Bofurin, both for sightings on shop windows and shadows sneaking around alleyways just out of patroller’s lines of sight. The more teams Umemiya sent out to paint over the vandalism, the more sightings increased. To you, it was an indicator of growing tensions between Bofurin and surrounding, envious teams. 

To Umemiya, it was Wednesday. 

“We have a collaborative meeting with another team, Shishitoren, today,” he informs you on the walk from your host’s apartment to the school, your bag swinging weightlessly on his shoulder. “I’d like for you to join us, but it’s ultimately up to you.” 

“Do you have a history with them?” The team leader’s eyes space out and he blinks once, then twice, before coming back to the present. 

“Yeah…you could say that,” he chuckles. “Just don’t ask Sakura about his first one-on-one with them. He gets defensive.” You stifle a grin.

“Oh, did he lose?”

“He won, actually,” Umemiya corrects, equally as amused as you, “Which is the part he gets mad about, so you should probably steer clear of the subject all together.” You nod, interviewing Sakura being nowhere in your plans. “Suo and Nirei will be able to give you all the info you need, though,” he says quickly, mistaking your silence for discontent. “And of course, you could always ask me too.” He smiles at you and something in your brain short-circuits. 

Ever the professional, you try not to think about how nice Umemiya’s been to you when you arrive at the Ori, headquarters of Shishitoren. Steering away from the run-down screening room, you and Umemiya’s team climb up to the roof, where a group of guys wearing orange baseball jackets are waiting. 

“What took you so long? Breakfast is getting cold!” The team’s leader, Tomiyama, leaps from his seat on the ledge and bounds over to Umemiya. “Oh?” He pauses, looking you up and down before smiling brightly at you. “You brought your new friend, Ume!” You wave politely and introduce yourself, a little more relaxed with Umemiya at your side. 

“Smart,” comments whom you assume to be the second-in-command, Togame. He moves at a leisurely pace, barely even blinking as he lifts Tomiyama by the collar of his jacket and sets him at the other end of the meeting’s circle. “Our guys have caught at least three of their guys running surveillance on your side. Who knows what would’ve happened if you left your guest at the school alone.”

“Surveillance?” You frown, but Umemiya doesn’t look surprised. “And what do you mean, something could have happened?” 

“Rival members follow others around, learning their ins and outs,” Togame tells you. “Essentially what you’ve been doing, but uninvited. They’ve been getting pretty pissy about Bofurin lately, so they might’ve tried to use you as some kind of collateral if they knew Umemiya would be out.” The thought makes you gag, and the same discontent expressions can be found on all the occupants of the roof. 

“They’re not very nice, those guys,” Tomiyama pouts. “The ones we’ve questioned wanna take over your side, Ume.” So other teams want to take over Bofurin’s territory more often than Umemiya lets on, you think to yourself. Maybe not even on a weekly basis, but daily. 

“Did you let the guys you’ve questioned off the hook? Or you still have ‘em here?” Hiragi asks. 

“We don’t have any of them here, no,” Togame replies. “But we have a general idea of how they make their rounds and can probably catch a team or two when they start following Bofurin guys.” 

“Great,” Umemiya concludes with a single decisive clap. “Let’s go get ‘em.” 

“Alright, field trip time!” Tomiyama’s energy sends him practically bouncing off the walls. You pack up what little things you brought with you to the meeting and are ready to fall into step behind the guys, but Umemiya stops you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

“Yo, Kaji.” The lollipop-mouthed second-year pulls down his headphones to listen. “Take them back to the school. Don’t want them there in case things get ugly.” You open your mouth to protest, ready to fire off why it’s important that you see the good, bad, and ugly of Bofurin, but Umemiya silences you with a shake of his head. “Please go. I’m not changing my mind.” 

“Why don’t you want me to be there?”

“Like I said, things could get ugly–” 

“And,” you cut in, “I’m capable enough to run if I need to. You can trust me to get out of there on my own.” The tone of his reply is soft and patient, like it was for your own good that you didn’t go. 

“Maybe next time, okay?” You frown, disappointment twisting in your gut. “I don’t doubt that you can handle your own if things get bad. I just…don’t want you to see it if things get bad.” He runs a hand through his hair and the flex of his large bicep suddenly clicks the pieces of understanding into place. There was a reason why he was the head of Bofurin and respected by all these rowdy team members, whether they were on his team or not. Though you hadn’t seen him fight yet, there was a more dangerous side to Umemiya that existed with the kindness he’d shown you. He didn’t want you there in case things got ugly because of him. 

“I–I see.” He nods with a sigh of relief and turns to leave; you pull your arms close to your body at the sudden chill as he walks away. “Umemiya?” He pauses at the doorway, his hand hovering over the handle as he looks over his shoulder at you expectantly. Several things occurred to you to say to them, all of them borderline condescending if he took it the wrong way. Don’t do anything brash. Make sure you come back. You shouldn’t need to use your fists for this. 

“Be safe, please,” is what you settle for. 

— Day 4 of 5: “Everyone makes mistakes // But just don’t”

You’re past the halfway point of studying Furin High and team Bofurin when Hiragi storms into the broadcast room, grumbling about being out of supplies. Umemiya isn’t worried and reassures his friend that they would have what they were missing by the end of the day. Four days of immersing yourself in Bofurin was having a significant effect on you, since you volunteer to do the run before anyone else does. 

To be fair, you did need to run back to your host’s apartment–who had so graciously started letting Umemiya in while he waited for you to get ready in the morning–because you’d forgotten to drop your notebook in your bag before rushing out the door. The list wasn’t huge, either, and you figured you could do the whole trip in about an hour: painkillers (Nirei misjudged his spacing and accidentally got kicked in the crotch), small bandages (Sakura, self-explanatory), wet wipes (Suo noted how dirty the desks became because of everyone’s shoes), and a few packages of plant food (Umemiya insisted on buying some potted flowers from the vendor on your street).

“Are you sure? One of the patrol teams can pick the stuff up,” Umemiya offers, eyeing you oddly. Four days of immersing yourself in Bofurin meant you also caught the team’s head staring when he thought you weren’t looking, and then quickly turning away when you looked back. “Or, if you go, let me send one of the class captains with you, just in case. Sakura should be on patrol in the area.” You shake your head and stand up to leave. 

“I’ll be fine, Ume, I promise.” The nickname slips out before you can stop it, but he doesn’t seem to notice, eyebrows drawn in concern as he watches the floor. You lightly rest your hand on his shoulder and he snaps out of it, exhaling through his nose before nodding, reluctantly. 

“Call if anything happens,” Hiragi grunts before turning to Umemiya. “Hey, weren’t you talking about giving them a–”

“Hiragi, you’re a genius,” Umemiya cuts in and moves to dig through a box at the corner of the room. “Hey, wait,” he says, gently catching your wrist before you’re out the door and pressing a jacket into your hand. Four days of immersing yourself in Bofurin, and you would know the jacket’s green collar and the insignia anywhere. “No one should bother you if you’re wearing it.” 

Ironically, absolutely nothing happens until you’re on your way back from the convenience store. Your host was waiting for you in the living area to give you your notebook, and the store was barely a block away from her apartment. You find the needed items easily, placing a bag of mixed hard candies and a box of new chalk into your basket because you noticed they were running out. It’s a perfect day as you walk back to Furin, all cloudless skies and cool breezes and smooth sidewalks. The Furin jacket fits snugly on your torso, sturdy enough to protect you from the chill in the shade but light enough that you don’t overheat from the sun. It’s nice, something you could get used to. 

You don’t realize they’re behind you until it’s too late. 

“So, you’re Bofurin’s bitch, huh? Nice to see you in the light.” You stop in your tracks and look behind you to see a dozen guys in hot pink team uniforms you don’t recognize. There shouldn’t be that many of a rival team on Bofurin grounds, right? What the hell were they doing here? 

“You gonna say something, or are you stupid as you are ugly?” 

“Aww, look at them. They’re shaking and they don’t even know why,” one of the guys in the front sneers. “Don’t worry, sweetie. We’ll give you something to be scared of.” The group starts to approach you and your vision slows like everything was moving through syrup. You catch the symbol on their uniforms, the same one that’s been spray painted on the town’s buildings for the past few days. The encroaching team was trying to take you to get leverage over Bofurin. Not good. Definitely not good. 

“Umemiya’s gonna think twice about messing with us after they see how we mess up his little pet!” Umemiya. You need to get to Umemiya. Your senses come back to you like a freight train and you have half the mind to dig your shoes into the street and run. 

The rival team shouts after you and the sound of pursuing footsteps thunder down the road. With one hand gripping the plastic bag of supplies, you yank your phone from the jacket pocket and frantically swipe to his contact. Your assailants draw closer and you force more energy into your legs, barely outrunning them by a few seconds. You cut through an alleyway and round a corner, but a dip in the road simultaneously makes you trip, pain shooting through your ankle. Shit! Your finger misses the ‘call’ button on your phone and you tap the ‘send location’ button instead. It’s not what you were going for, but your only options were to stop to properly call for help and get caught or keep running on your tweaked ankle. With the group of guys racing around the corner to catch you, you have no choice but to keep running. 

“Get the hell away from me!” You skid to a halt and turn to face the team head-on, your voice unsteady and breathless. You were finally starting to recognize the buildings around you; at the same time, your lungs were aching unbearably. Your pursuers slow to a halt and you’re stuck in a standoff in the middle of the street, the townspeople shutting themselves away in their stores to minimize damage to their own livelihoods. You stumble backward when the team leader steps forward, a cruel grin covering his entire face. 

“C’mon now, we just wanna have a little chat with you, you being Bofurin’s newest addition and all.” The men behind him leer at you, swinging their bats and crowbars up onto their shoulders. 

“Take one step closer and all of Bofurin comes running,” you snarl, shoving your phone forward, your finger hovering over the ‘send location’ button.

“That’s a whole lotta bullshit spewing out of your mouth, sweetie.”

“Why don’t you shut yours, asshole?” You spit. Sure the phone was a bluff, a last-ditch effort to stall for time.

It didn’t matter.

You knew how quickly Bofurin organized. 

As the hot pink leader lunges the remaining distance between you two, he’s knocked to the side by a blur of black, green, and white. Sakura stands up straight, rolls his shoulders, and scowls at you. 

“Why didn’t you call us sooner, dumbass?” 

“What, you think I wanted to get chased down today?” You meet his attitude with your own irritation and exhaustion. “Why didn’t you get here sooner?”

“Just go somewhere safe, idiot,” he yells, slamming his fist into an attacker’s face. “Your boyfriend’ll be here soon, but we were closer when he messaged everyone!” You don’t have time to think about the idea of Umemiya texting all of Bofurin to descend upon your location.Your glare fades quickly into relief and you step backward as Suo and Kiryu launch themselves into the fight.  Kaji and Hiragi rush in within a minute, and you’re spun to face Umemiya before you register that he’s there. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?” He searches your face, his anxiety evident. “What did they do to you?”

“I’m okay, I’m okay. They didn’t get me.” Your voice wavers when you try to put weight on your injured ankle, and it panics Umemiya even more. Other Bofurin members enthusiastically join the brawl, but all Umemiya can do is take your hands and scan your body, letting you use him to balance on your good foot. 

“They were chasing you? I knew I should have–” You give him a tired smile and pull his face up to meet your eyes. 

“I didn’t let them catch me. I’m safe, I promise.” He inhales like he’s about to say something, but his attention snaps behind you, his expression hardening in an instant. He slips in front of you like a shield and brings his forearm up to block the hand that was meant to grab you while you were distracted. He throws the attacker to the ground and it lies still, completely unconscious. 

“Hey!” The sound of Umemiya’s voice echoes in the street. The chaos stills, fists suspended in mid air. His eyes that looked so kindly on you darken into shadows, shutting out the sunlight and sending chills down the backs of everyone present. “Not enough to kill…” he orders, securing an arm around your waist and turning you away from the fighting, leaving his underclassmen to finish the job. “But enough.”

You’re a sweating mess and barely able to put weight on your ankle by the time you make it through the doors of Bofurin headquarters. You fall away from his supportive body and your shoulder hits the wall, stars scattering in your vision. Any attempt to drag yourself further, with or without Umemiya’s help, earns you nothing but a hiss and a white-hot flash of pain. Umemiya looks distraught, reaching forward and pulling back with indecisive uncertainty. 

“What do you need me to do? Tell me what to do and I’ll do it,” he pleads with you. “Please, tell me what you need.” 

“Water,” you croak, your voice hoarse and tired. “I just–I can’t–I can’t walk well–” Your feet leave the ground before you can comprehend that you’re in the air, Umemiya’s arms effortlessly lifting you and beginning the ascent up the school’s stairs. His body is steady and he barely breaks a sweat, stone-cold determination his only expression. Your decreasing heart rate pounds in your forehead and you squint against the light once he climbs to the roof. He sets you gently on a chair in the shade before retrieving a bottle of water, watching as you take a few sips before kneeling in front of you. 

“May I?” You blink, regaining your senses, and realize he’s asking if he can inspect your ankle. You hum, settling into the chair while he carefully rolls up the cuff of your pants. His fingers brushing your bare skin momentarily makes you forget any pain, a shock of lightning shooting up your spine as he swipes his thumb over the front of your ankle. He turns your leg over gently in his hands before deeming it okay. “It’s not swelling, thankfully, so it’s probably just a bad sprain at most.” He exhales, deeply relieved, but continues to run his fingers carefully over the tender area. 

“You couldn’t have predicted they would be there,” you say, his thoughts painted all over his face. 

“I didn’t say anything,” he mumbles, more irritated than you expected. He’s just mad at himself, not at you, you need to remind yourself.  

“You didn’t need to.” Your hand reaches itself out on its own accord, turning his face so you could meet his eyes. “I didn’t get hurt because of you.” 

“But you did get hurt,” he mutters, eyebrows drawn the same way as when he was analyzing the pink symbol a few days prior. The cogs in his brain were turning, you could see, but this time there was a lingering sense of shame. “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you safe.”

“I’m here with you, aren’t I?” He shrugs, but you catch the muscle in his jaw relax as his eyes soften. “If that’s not safe, then I don’t know what is.” 

“You’re not angry that I wasn’t there sooner?”

“I’m safest when I’m with you,” you state simply, “and you found me at just the right moment. So no, of course I’m not angry with you.” Words slip out of Umemiya’s mouth before he’s able to register that they’re leaving, but he has half the mind to change the middle part of the sentence before he comes off as too overbearing. 

“I…care about you, deeply.” You smile, letting him take your hand into his own and press his lips to the inside of your palm. 

— Day 5 of 5: “We could live so happily // If no one knows that you’re with me”

It’s 7:00 am and Umemiya isn’t outside your door. 

You curl up on your bed and stare out the window, the street below milling with its usual morning business. After he dropped you off the previous night with a curt ‘sleep well’ and a reminder to ice your ankle, you were left in an eerily quiet bedroom while you tossed and turned thinking about the day’s events. A ring of the doorbell sends you hobbling down the stairs and throwing open the front door, only to be met with a very pink Sakura, flanked by Suo and Nirei. 

“Don’t go outside today,” Sakura says bluntly. Nirei flinches and Suo’s smile becomes slightly strained, both of them eyeing their class captain warily. 

“What he means,” Suo says before Sakura can say anything else, “is that you don’t need to come study Bofurin today.” Your heart sinks. This must have been because of the day prior. He was really mad that you got yourself hurt, huh? 

“Don’t look so sad about it,” Sakura mutters, his cheeks turning a slightly darker shade of red. “It’s annoying.” You stutter an unexpected apology and suddenly have the urge to hide back in your room until your train the next day. 

“I get it,” you say quietly. “He’s angry with me. Please give him my thanks for the hospitality he’s shown me this week. I’ll be gone by 8:00 tomorrow.” You move to close the door when all three boys practically throw themselves in the way. 

“Wait, that’s not what we meant!” Nirei’s eyes are the size of basketballs. 

“Please don’t listen to anything Sakura is saying; he has a hard time empathizing with others.” Nirei nods enthusiastically in agreement with Suo, slapping a hand over Sakura’s mouth to prevent the boy from speaking. “Really, that’s not what we mean by saying you don’t need to study us anymore.” 

“Umemiya wants you to take the day to rest,” Nirei explains quickly. “He doesn’t think you should be walking to and from the school on your injured ankle.” Your sadness is replaced with indignancy and you cross your arms over your chest. 

“He couldn’t have told me this himself?” 

“He would, but…” Nirei’s voice trails off and you catch Suo biting the inside of his cheek. Sakura’s the first to break the silence, peeling Nirei’s hand from his face. 

“Umemiya and the upperclassmen have been beating the shit out of those hot pink assholes since last night.” 

“It must’ve been pretty serious, since he didn’t even allow Suo or Sakura to go with them,” Nirei adds, “And they’re some of the best fighters in our class.” 

“How long has he been out?” 

“Hiragi said he called them late last night and a small team raided the hot pink team’s base.” That would mean Bofurin raided the base immediately after dropping you off. Why would he hide that from you? “Technically, he said not to tell you because he knew you’d panic,” Sakura continues. “So he sent us to tell you to take it easy. Don’t stab the messengers.”

“It’s ‘don’t shoot the messengers,’ Sakura,” Suo corrects and Sakura shrugs, indifferent. 

“And we’re already as good as dead anyway,” Nirei says, his expression dropping. “We weren’t supposed to tell you that he’s been fighting those guys that hurt you.” 

“It’s Sakura’s fault for yapping–”

“You wanna fight?”

“What’s done is done, little brothers.” You stiffen, blinking against the morning sun as Umemiya trudges into your vision. His handsome face has seen better days, small cuts and bruises littered all over his skin. He tossed his jacket over his shoulder, revealing the dirtied white shirt that wasn’t stained the previous evening. He rolls a broad shoulder and stretches his neck from side to side, his underclassmen scurrying away as he steps onto the welcome mat. “G’morning,” he greets in a tired voice. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Better late than never,” you deadpan, taking his hand and guiding him inside. “Thanks boys,” you call over your shoulder at the sheepish underclassmen. “I’ll take it from here,” you finish before shutting the door. 

“Gotta say, this place looks better when my vision isn’t blurry,” Umemiya jokes with a wince, collapsing into a chair at the dining table. You ignore his attempt at humor, retrieving the first aid kit from the closet along with a rag that you soak with warm water. His eyes are on you as you move about; you feel his gaze burn into the back of your neck. 

“If you weren’t already beaten to a pulp, I’d slap you,” you mumble, sitting across from him and gently patting the dried blood from his face. 

“And I’d let you,” he manages to smile, never taking his attention away from you. You can’t tell if your face is hot from his intense stare or from the anger bubbling in your stomach. Scooting closer, you start work on the cut above his lip, just missing his nose. “You smell nice.” 

“You need to stop talking.” His smile fades only slightly, his eyes ever watchful while you take care of his wounds. You hope he can’t tell how badly your hands are shaking as you tap antibiotic ointment onto his skin and cover it with a bandage. 

“You’re upset with me,” he says carefully, observing the way you’re conveniently avoiding eye contact. 

“You just figured that out?”

“You gonna tell me why, or are you just gonna keep scowling?”

“This is not how you usually do things,” you say through gritted teeth, gesturing to the evidence of fights all over his body. “You’re diplomatic. You’re understanding. You’re empathetic. You don’t…You don’t solve problems like this!” You don’t realize how loud your voice has become until you register the echo from the empty walls, nor do you realize that you were standing until his eyes were looking up at you. 

“How do you know that I don’t do this?”

“Because I watched you this week and I know how you work.” You swallow thickly. “I don’t know why you’d break all of that just because of some hot pink bastards running around your–”

“I did it because of you,” he says. “I did it because they hurt you.”

“You didn’t need to do that, Hajime.” It’s the first time you’d used his first name and something flutters in Umemiya’s stomach. He can’t do anything but stare at you in awe, watching as your emotions start to escape down your face in wet streaks. His body moves on its own, reaching out to wipe your tears to the side and standing so that your chests are nearly touching. His voice is barely a murmur, reserved only for you to hear. 

“You didn’t want me to do it?” Both your hearts are racing, slamming against your rib cages. 

“If it meant you getting hurt like this, then no.”

“I’d put myself through much worse if it meant you were safe,” he whispers. In this proximity, your anger flies out the window, along with your good judgment. He was so close, you could just–

“What else would you do for me?” His eyelashes flutter against yours. 

“Anything.” Umemiya thinks he has a broken rib from how little he can breathe. 

“Show me.” It’s like a rubber band snaps between your bodies as he finally leans down to kiss you, molding himself so that you could perfectly melt against him. His grip on your waist is rock-solid, holding you close enough that you feel him shudder when you scratch against his undercut. The sound you make when he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip makes his head go completely empty, the same feeling happening for you when his fingers graze the spot where your neck meets your chin. He kisses you feverishly, refusing to let you breathe until you’re forced to pull away lest you completely lose consciousness. 

“Do you always kiss the people you write about?” He winks at you and you roll your eyes, draping your arms over his shoulders. 

“Only the ones I fall for,” you whisper back. “I’m still mad at you for ditching me this morning, though.” 

“I sent your three favorite underclassmen instead,” he argues but you shake your head, a smile teasing your mouth. “Fine. How can I make it up to you?” You hum thoughtfully, blinking at him in a way that sent Umemiya’s mind into a frenzy. 

“Kiss me again and we’ll call it even.” 

“Whatever you say.” 

— Day [???] of [???]: 

He’s waiting for you when you step off the train, a dazzling smile on his face that grows when he sees the certificate awarded to you with your scholarship funds. A dozen captains dot the platform, diligently watching the back of their leader as he brings down every guard he has and catches you in his arms. After enduring Umemiya talking their ears off, the silence that falls over the area as you bask in each other’s presence is enough of a reason to switch formations, allowing you time alone with the one man who would put himself through hell if it meant you were still his. 

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Belong to You

sukuna x reader

blurb: you’re finally ready to be his one and only.

wc: 2.4k

tw: mentions of sex and murder, reader stepping into her worth, sukuna wants you (to be happy)

Listen to Belong to you by Sabrina Claudio

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“Release them.”

You are right to ask for this. To demand it. You’ve never been the only one, but you’ve become the only one that matters. You see it in his gaze, feel it in his touch, taste it on your tongue. He has them, but you are his. The closest thing to a treasured companion that a man like him could possess.

Master Sukuna.

You bring him more pleasure than all of them combined. It’s more than fucking, it’s lingering touches and unreadable looks and actual conversation. They’re sex, but you’re an experience. He’ll take a girl to pass the time, but he plays with you. You’re fun. You might be the best thing that ever happened to him. The only thing stopping you from claiming this coveted spot is—well, you.

Honestly, you’re not even sure why he keeps them around. The times that he’s insisted you join him in his chambers just for him to sit you in your favorite chair while you watch him fuck one of them into a gushing, babbling mess are some of the most confusing moments of your life.

He always looks so bored. Mechanical movements, barely breaking a sweat, watching you the whole time. Why bother? The last time, he didn’t even finish! It doesn’t make sense. He’s always been so uninhibited. So selfish. You really can’t understand what might’ve changed.

He’s the Disgraced One. Master Sukuna has spent his entire existence getting to this point, all so he can enjoy life as he pleases. Indulging his every desire, no matter how dark, twisted or socially unacceptable. He’s freedom incarnate. It’s what drew you to him in the first place.

If people could blind their morality for just a second, they could see him as you do: a soul so free of expectation and insecurity and sublimation, of the worries and fears we have all been conditioned with since birth. He’s sprawled before you now, contained within fresh flesh and blood, but he had a life even before he was a reincarnated curse. He was a regular human, subject to the same societal influence that plagues us all. And he let it all go. He broke free.

He’s an inspiration.

Were he a god, his worshipers would offer their first born to be blessed with the gift of pure carnal hedonism only he could bestow. Of course, for him, even the life of a god is too low. He has no plans to serve anyone beyond his own self-interest. He will never let anything tie him down. But lately, it seems he’s forgotten the very words he graced you with many months ago, strong fingers curled deep inside of you as you gasped above him, following his direction, learning his philosophy.

Take all you want. Hold nothing back.

How can he say that and then turn around and waste his time, his energy, his life on women who give him nothing? Honestly, you’re doing this for him. You can’t believe you’re even thinking this but, he needs to remember who he is. He needs to let go of that which no longer serves him. He needs to get these women off your property.

Most importantly, you want him to.

Enough to make you repeat yourself.

“Release them.”

Sukuna glares down at you from his throne of bones, the picture of intimidation. Your gaze doesn’t waver.

“Why?”

He knows why. He’s been expecting it. Still, his curiosity is peaked. Why now? All this time, you’ve been satisfied with the arrangement all his women share. A small piece of him, sliced into tinier shards and spread evenly among each of his whores. At times, he’d throw in an extra boon just to watch them tear each other apart for a slight increase in his favor (ha!). All except you. You’ve always accepted everything as is. Never asking for more, never expecting anything. It’s the very thing that drew him to you in the first place.

You understood your role in his world: satisfy his physical needs and stay out of his sight.

While all the rest would push their luck for an extra second of his time, a chance to win him over, you were out the door before the sheets could cool. You were a refreshing change of pace. Not dead inside, merely reserved.

At first, you feigned disinterest at anything aside from your duty. Outside of his arms, you didn’t seem to want to truly live. A pretense. You played your role well, but he saw the sparks of fire you tried to hide when he’d push you past your comfort zone, going a little further every time. Learning your limits, then extending them as he saw fit. Showing you it’s possible to grow beyond your repressed expectations. In his bed and in your life.

With a little warming up, he could tell you enjoyed the stretch. He learned to pay great attention when you were loose enough to let your mask slip. He didn't show it but, in those brief moments, he would hang onto your every word, knowing it was the closest thing to your truth that you could exhibit at that point. You didn’t say much (too often, he'd push you past the realm of coherent thought), but it was a start.

The challenge you presented proved to be an acceptable remedy for his usual boredom. He was satisfying his curiosity. Uncovering the many pieces of your personality one by one. Surprised to find some of those pieces looked familiar. There was more to you than he thought. And you knew it. You were deliberately keeping yourself from him. You underestimated him. Looped him in with all the rest, as if he couldn’t recognize potential when he saw it.

You used to insist that you would never take more of him than he was willing to give, knowing that, typically, he wouldn’t care to give you much of anything at all. That was before he’d caught a glimpse of the person trapped beneath the placid expression you would give to pretend you were beyond selfish desire. Hear you tell it, you couldn’t dream of asking for more.

He knows better. He knows you.

You were afraid. Not of death, not of him, no— your fear stemmed from within. Imaginary consequences imposed and reinforced by human society. He understood. Sukuna himself was once just as human as you. Intelligent, talented, miserable. Forced to find his place in the community, take orders, play it small.

Resentful.

Wrestling with the notion that his experience in life could expand so much further than the constraints they tried to place on him. Angry, he prodded at the bars of his cage with his cursed energy and learned a most valuable lesson.

The one advantage curses have over humanity is their lack of inhibition.

Each curse is born with a single directive: to be no more or less than what it is. Not to worry about the consequences of its actions. Not to water down its nature to appease the group mentality, preserving a false sense of order in a world built for chaos. It was this realization that set him free. Once he recognized that the key to unlock his joy was within him all along, he didn’t hesitate to use it. He embraced his power and received everything he wanted, like a reward for good behavior.

The little bits of his story he shared weren’t much, just enough to get you started. You’re observant. Perceptive. He was amused to see you caught on to the idea pretty quickly, though you took your time applying it. Predictable, but that was to be expected. Even he needed time to adjust, to trust himself over everything else. Instead of pushing you, he waited. You needed to want it for yourself or it would never stick.

In time, you began to experiment. He watched you dip your toe in little by little, testing the limits of your beliefs, risking more, stumbling less, building that crucial bond of trust with yourself. And with him. It was surprisingly gratifying to witness.

An experiment with only one test subject is biased at best, but you supplied new data. Your willing participation confirmed his theory: When one commits to embracing their authentic self unapologetically, life rewards them in equal measure. No one understands that like him.

No one but you.

You’ve fascinated him. Held his attention far longer than anyone has before, and there’s still so much to see. You’re not done. True freedom requires consistency. It isn’t rigid, there are no concrete rules. You’re allowed to refine your definition of self, your actions and desires and goals, as many times as you want.

In his experience, his meager goals in the beginning pale in comparison to what he has now. Rather, consistency refers to the daily commitment. Constantly proving to yourself, and everyone else by association, that you know your worth and will settle for nothing less.

Today marks a boost in your progress but you have much further to go. Still, this request proves to him, to yourself, that you are changed. You’re deliberately walking the path to release your worries and fears so that you can step, unrestricted, into the shoes you were always meant to fill.

Gradually returning to the perfect soul you were when you entered this world, ready and willing to do and have whatever you wanted. It will take time (decades) to find your way back to that level of self-determination. But, it is possible. You’ll find that it gets easier with practice. This is a good start.

You’re beginning to see him. To know better. There’s no need to settle for less than you deserve. You belong to him more than anyone ever has before. More than anyone ever will.

For you, he’s willing to bend, if only to watch your eyes flare to life for longer than a few moments at a time. He’s been plagued with the possibility you might share his drive to be your best self, your true self. If you are anything like him, your soul demands you put your needs above all else in your life. Including the Strongest Sorcerer in History. You are right to expect this. Just as he is right to challenge your expectation.

You’ve already repeated yourself once, a concession he would never give. No matter. The point is not to become him (impossible), rather to let go of everything holding you back from living your life the way you’re meant to. Sukuna would wait for no one to carry out his own wishes. He would take delight in the act of handling them personally.

You might have tried to do the same, if your goal was to impress him.

But it’s not his approval you seek. This is all about you. You, who could be marching them out the doors at this very second, using whatever means necessary to make them comply. Instead, you choose to state your expectation and wait for him to meet it.

There is no bloodlust within you demanding satisfaction. You are no killer. You simply wish to be acknowledged in the way you know you deserve. With such a clear yet open-ended goal in mind, the method to reach it is inconsequential.

You know as well as he that these women do not need to die. But you chose him to fulfill your request. Sukuna, a man who kills for sport, who will take every chance to play. He is no savior. If he is to release anyone from anything, he’d start with releasing their souls from their bodies by way of a gruesome death. You’re no killer, but you’ve allowed space in your words for him to interpret your message as he sees fit, so long as the prime objective is met. In following your selfish desire, you’ve made a choice that perfectly complements his own chosen path.

Your power is entirely different from his own, yet it seems your impact has the potential to be no less devastating. This is the way you make things happen in your world. You are fascinating. Perhaps he’s met his match.

It may be early to tell as of yet. You’ve still got much room to grow. This is just a rung on the ladder you’re building to reach past the glass ceiling you’ve imposed on you’re highest self. Are you truly ready to take this step? His "why?" is part curiosity part test— to see if you buckle, shrink yourself to appease him instead of standing in your truth, no matter the consequence.

He notices your stiff posture, tight shoulders and clenched fists. This is not easy for you. A big step. For that reason, he’s all the more pleased to note that, for all your trembling, your gaze hasn’t dropped once. Your eyes lock steady on his as you direct him, finally staking your claim.

“When they’re gone, come to me.”

Your wish is his command.

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Later that night, after all the screams have finally died down (cries of love and pleasure— you; shrieks of death and terror— them), you’re cuddled, panting and secure in his arms. You can’t remember the last time you’ve ever felt so satisfied. Your entire life has led up to this moment, the mere tip of your iceberg, and already it is more than words can say. You’ve long accepted his desire to kill, but to witness him kill for you is… better than sex.

Invigorating.

Your body is spent, but, inside, you're buzzing. Full of energy. Not cursed energy, but the regular, marvelous energy available to us all. Energy that you’ve created just by doing what you wanted. Energy that you can use to fulfill any other wish you could ever have. It’s addicting.

You could live in this moment, here in his arms, for the rest of your life yet, as wonderful as it is, it would not be enough. This is just a taste of the life you could lead— the power you could wield. There’s no way you can stop now.

Still, if there’s one thing you’ve learned so far, it’s to treat every loss as a learning experience and every win as the greatest victory yet. A year in and you’ve already bagged the King of Curses? You’re on a fucking roll. You fully intend to bask in this moment.

“Ryomen…”

You stare into his eyes as you gently trace your fingers along the markings so unique to him, daring to say the words no person has ever been free to speak before.

“You’re mine now.”

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a/n: if you made it this far, thanks for reading my first story. after being an avid fanfiction reader for many years and across many fandoms, jujutsu kaisen is the one that finally got me to write 😂 i regret nothing.

[wistfulenchantress]

hey, everyone. not even sure if i should be writing this, but here goes. i'm not sure when i'm coming back. i am, i swear, but i just don't know. i don't want to promise to come back or stay away, but... i just can't, right now. please, i love you all so much and this has nothing to do with you. keep tagging me in taglists that i'll ignore, because the email notifications make me smile.

please, be patient with me. i'm so sorry. i love you all so much. but i need to heal all the way. i don't want my hyperfixations to dominate my life. i want to enjoy things besides scrolling. once i can be happy without you guys, i want to be happy with you all again.

i just don't want to feel like shit anymore. i love you guys, i can't say that too much.

if you need to reach me, do it through ao3 comments (it's a dumb way, but that's the only thing i'm still checking) (also i might post more fics - i haven't stopped writing)

please, if you think you might need a break, take one. breathe deeply. listen to sabrina carpenter, and watch a cartoon. stay hydrated and be as happy as you can. or just stay alive. i love you.

PS: didn't spend enough time tagging people, but if this is on your dash i mean you, too.

[13thdoctorposts]

Michelle Gomez Panel

Please note this IS NOT word for word, but so you can get a general gist of the panel. Both Michelle and Sacha were hilarious.

Whovians of all ages got to ask Michelle questions.

This post is just Michelle’s panel I’ll make separate posts for them together and Sacha’s panel soon!

How’s your New Zealand accent?

Bad I only have one and it’s Scottish I’ve been working on it my entire life… so 27 years. Lol

What was your favourite episode of Doctor Who to film?

I went to set and there was an army Daleks of every variety, and I stuck my 8 year old son in one and they started filming and I didn’t know were he was just that he in was in a Dalek.

Would you like to be in the new series of Doctor Who?

Hell yes, I’m just waiting for the call.

In Who and Sabrina you play a define feminine who was wronged by others what was your motivation to play these kind of villains?

With my face it’s hard not to plays witches and bitches and I long to play a character called Alison but Madam it is. I want to make sure I’m not just playing bad, I believe people are the way they are because of their experiences, so what makes them bad? That’s what interests me in the characters.

Did you like sitting on the throne of hell in Sabrina?

I loved sitting on it and wish I could have taken it home, I would have made room for it.

Did you Ad lib much in Doctor Who?

Steven Moffatt is a phenomenal writer so there’s not much you could add to it. But sometimes on the day something would fit. But Moffatt wrote to my strengths so I didn’t feel I needed to.

Why did you want to help the Doctor?

There’s a thing called a frenemy, keep your enemy’s close. They were originally friends and like all relationships they go through good times and bad times and sometimes they go their different ways. The master went to the dark side and the Doctor went to that other side. I was trying to bring in the nuance to that relationship

If you make it to the new series will you still help the Doctor?

No

If you put Missy and Lilith in a room together would they plot world domination or try to kill each other?

I think they would try each others costumes on. Once I wanted to bust of of Missy’s costume and it was hot so I took the top layer off and thought I’d just wear the petty coats in the scene, and Steven Moffatt was like… what are you doing? This is a children’s show, put your clothes back on. Lol. Lilith got lots of incredible costumes.

Being the last of the Timelords do you think the Master and the Doctor ever had a child?

Wow, I don’t know, I’m not sure the Doctor and the Master have those bits. They’re like Barbie and Ken. The first thing you do with a figurine of yourself is check.

What would you have changed about Missy’s costume?

I don’t think it could have been more Missy, it was a phenomenal image. It sent the message that Mary Poppin’s was the most evil woman in the Universe. There was a corset and after lunch I did hate the costume.

How did you get the role of Missy?

I was offered another part but I was doing psycho bitches at the time so I wrote to Steven Moffatt if you need a villainess I’m your man. Then a couple months later my agent called, said to sit down and that Steven was offering me the role of the Master, I was blown away. I might have planted the seed, I’d like to take credit for it.

If you could travel with any other Doctor and torment them who would it be?

Tom Baker

Do you like being the villain of Doctor Who?

I do. If anyone is listening I do, I would like to come back, stop fucking around, I’m available.

There’s episodes with multiple Doctors why can’t we have multiple Masters?

Because there’s only one! Although Sacha is quite good, I like Sacha.

Were you nervous the first time you were on TV?

Yeah, that was a long time ago on a show called The Bill and I played a ticket warden. The director said to do a banana around the car and slap a ticket on the window. I didn’t know what a ‘banana’ was so I acted like I was slipping on a banana, landed on the ground, the crew looked at me and I just jumped up and they told me what I actually needed to do.

What was your favourite part of being chaotic and fun with your Missy?

They let me piss about with focus, I could be physically free, I could dance and bounce a lot.

Can you share a funny moment on Doctor Who?

I was nervous, it was my first day, Peter and Jenna were there, when I get nervous I over compensate so I grabbed Peter, it’s like I go into some kind of black out, I threw him against the wall and snogged him, had my hand behind my back, because I knew that would make a nice visual, Jenna Coleman took my hand, that was my first 5 mins, it was weird.

What was it like being on set with Peter?

When I was younger I’d see Peter around and he was so cool like the David Bowie of paisley. And I looked up to him. When we started working together I felt like I already knew him, we had an instant short hand, so we crack each other up.

Shouting from the back…

Sacha: Oh so boring!

Michelle: SECURITY, SECURITY!

*Coming soon… there will be a part 2 with both of them and 3 with Sacha… I just don’t have time to post now.

[imsparky2002]

Where Was The Tomato?

This features some altering of canon to make Nath less of a creep. Just letting you know.

Nathaniel Kurtzberg was prepping for the undead apocalypse, something that he had been hiding from his classmates. He had studied zombie movies, comics, games, and books religiously. He had been turned into Evillustrator after getting caught drawing zombie apocalypse plans in science class. He knew his stuff and kept that knowledge to himself in case he had to kill an undead friend. When Miss Bustier, or “Zombizou” barged into class and infected Sabrina, the redhead knew exactly what to do. Sure, this was an Akuma who would probably be defeated by Ladybug and Cat Noir in a span of an hour or so, but he wasn’t taking chances. While everyone else was panicking, he analzyed the infected. They seemed to act as love-hungry zombies, repeating “Kissou” over and over and spreading the infection via smooches. Nathaniel also knew that Chloe had caused the akumatization, as usual. So he figured that in order to avoid Zombizou’s wrath, he needed to get as far away from Bourgeois as possible. He couldn’t do it at the start, as people would look for him, wondering where he had gone. He waited until Mylene had been infected, causing a panic between the group. It seemed that as usual, most of his classmates were running around like headless chickens, attracting attention from love zombies. Why couldn’t they just keep calm and find a safe spot? Whatever, he still managed to slip away, and began looking for a place to hide. Maybe the classroom he had left? Zombizou would be looking for new places to infect, skipping the places she already visited. He had dived into the empty classroom, closing the windows and locking the door.

“Alright, more like yanderes than zombies, but I can make it out if I keep calm.” Nathaniel said aloud.

This would be fine! All he had to do was keep quiet like always, and they wouldn’t notice him. Should he use a marker and draw kisses on himself, blend in with the rest of the infected? Probably not, they’d smell the marker, and uninfected kids might think he was a zombie himself. He would have kept on debating what to do, if he hadn’t heard a scream outside the room, a tall boy in a hoodie ran for dear life, before stopping at his door.

“HELP! IS ANYONE THERE! PLEASE HELP ME!”

Nathaniel recognized the voice. It belonged to one of the boys in Mendeleiev’s class. He had seen the kid a few times during lunch, sitting by a tree, always writing in his notebook. Nath had found him to be pretty cute, and wished he would join the art class, even if he just knew how to write. The paranoid part in his brain screamed not to let him in, in case it attracted attention.

“I’M NOT INFECTED! I SWEAR TO GOD! PLEASE!” the boy screamed.

Nathaniel felt his heart ache for the boy, and decided to be a hero. He unlocked the doors and pulled the tall kid into the room, locking the door behind him. He was immediately hugged by the hooded kid, causing him to blush. He heard the other boy’s muffled cries of relief, causing his heart to melt even further.

“Thank you! I thought I was gonna die out there!” the boy sobbed, staring up at Nathaniel with tears in his eyes. Nathaniel just shushed him, taking the boy to one of the desks to sit down.

“Sshh! It’s ok, man. Just try not to attract any more attention, alright? This is a hiding spot I don’t want to lose.” Nathaniel explained.

“I-I’m sorry.” The other boy sniffed.

He gave the writer some time to calm down. Once he had composed himself, Nathaniel stuck out a hand.

“I don’t know how long this is gonna last, so I want to get to know the guy who’s hiding with me. I’m Nathaniel Kurtzberg.” He said.

“Yeah, I know who you are.” the writer mumbled. “I’ve seen some of your drawings on the school website. The movements, the expressions, the attitudes, they’re all so... vivid.” he gushed.

Nathaniel couldn’t help but blush. Some people had complimented his art before, but not in such detail, not with such genuine passion. “T-thanks.” he sputtered. “That means a lot to me... what’s your name?”

“Marc Anciel. Better known as ProseScript.” Marc replied, causing Nath’s eyes to widen in shock.

“You’re Marc Anciel? The one who writes those amazing short stories for DuPont’s website?” Nathaniel exclaimed. “I thought it was just the Literature teacher using a penname!”

Marc beamed a little, scratching his neck. “I didn’t feel comfortable revealing my identity. So I went with “ProseScript” instead.” Marc admitted. He showed his notebook to Nath, as if to backup his claim.

“God, the dialogue, the use of vivid descriptions, the wit, you’re amazing, Marc!” Nathaniel gushed. “I’m glad that if I’m gonna die in a love-zombie apocalypse, it’s with someone with such a talent.”

“Yeah, I feel the same way about you.” Marc said, starting to grow in confidence. He then gave a little chuckle.

“You know it’s funny. I’ve sorta been prepping for an apocalypse, shame it was the wrong kind of monster.” Marc giggled. This intrigued Nathaniel. Marc had been preparing for a monsterpocalypse as well? They really were perfect for each other.

“Oh? What kind?” Nathaniel asked. Marc opened his backpack and pulled out a small black notebook. As he showed off a few pages, Nath could see content dedicated to holy water, garlic, silver, a bucketload of ways to defeat bloodsuckers. Every type of vampire was in there. Like Nathaniel, Marc held a lot of knowledge for monsters, except he specialized in vampires.

“I thought the monsters would be trying to suck my blood, not my tongue.” Marc joked, before groaning in response.

“I’ve been prepping too! Except for zombies, not vampires.” Nathaniel responded. They shared a laugh over the absurdity of the situation. Then, Nathaniel felt his heart begin to beat rapidly. The realization hit him like a freight train. He was in love with Marc. But why? He only just met him! Sure he thought he was cute, but did he really want to have a crush on him? Normally, he’d hide such feelings, but this was an apocalypse. Those rules went out the window. In an unusual show of strength, he cleared his throat, and looked at Marc.

“Marc, I think... no, I know I love you.” Nathaniel admitted, relieved to get his confession out of the way. Marc gaped in response, before hugging the redhead once again.

“OMIGODOMIGOD YESS!” He yelped, before being shushed by Nath once again.

“Sorry! It’s just, I’ve had a crush on you for a while! I didn’t think you liked me back, I saw you giving googly eyes to Marinette-”

“Eh, I’m bi. That’s ok with you right?” Nathaniel asked.

“Oh totally, I’d never be biphobic. I’m just so happy the feeling’s mutual!” Marc replied.

“Well, when this is all over. Would you want to make a comic with me? As boyfriends?” Nathaniel asked.

“Yes yes, a thousand times yes!” Marc cheered. It was at this moment that Nathaniel got an idea. He heard the love zombies getting closer, and grabbed Marc.

“Kiss me.” he stated.

“Now? Doesn’t that seem a little fast?” Marc asked.

“There are infected coming, and we need to blend in. Plus... I want to see what it feels like.” Nath admitted. Marc nodded in understanding, and as the zombies passed their room, they ignored the seemingly “infected” boys kissing each other. As they moved out of sight, the boys pulled away from each other, grinning from ear to ear.

“That was amazing.” Nathaniel gushed.

“Not how I wanted my first kiss, but it felt awesome.” Marc replied.

And so the two boys spent the next hour or so, hanging out together, learning more and more about each other. At some point, Nathaniel’s classmates would come back, cured by Ladybug’s Miraculous, but he didn’t care. All that matters was that he survived Zombizou’s apocalypse, and found a partner while doing so.

And that was it! I thought it’d be cute for Nathaniel and Marc to meet during a zombie apocalypse. It also explains where Nath was during the second half of the episode. Lemme know what you think in the replies and reblogs. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

[princess-of-the-corner]

Time-skipping Isakai Chloé PT3!

The consequences of Felix learning that the Rebellion are prioritizing getting the Peacock and S!Chloés amok actually makes him double time it to make a deal with dear uncle Gabriel. He genuinely believes that this is the most efficient way to get S!Chloé safety. He goes through with the plan and goes into hiding. Throughly investigating every adult that was attending the masked party as potential allies to HawShMonarch.

Monarch still gets Cataclysmed in the arm. Chat Noir dealing with new guilt. Chloé learns Adrien is Chat Noir and becomes his confidant at this point in cannon. He needs more support especially after the mess with Rocketear…

Adoration is not as terrible because Sabrina and Lila are actually tutoring S!Chloé in her room. Not the shit cannon did with trying to frame Marinette for theft. That was just dumb Monarch.

When the episode Emotion has another change to it. Argos doesn’t make Red Moon to commit Genocide against humans so only Sentis are in Paris. He has her power be similar putting them in suspended animation for 1 day if not called back earlier. He still poofs Gabriel and most of the dance attendees. When he brings Adrien back from Red it’s not pretty. S!Chloé is ready to strangle him having stopped attacking Marinette. Kagami has a real sword and is in a stance. Marinette has a rock or chunk of concrete from that wall that collapsed, hard to tell.

Argos tells them that he thought this was the best way to get S!Chloé’s amok so she can be free and retrieve the Miraculous and Kwamii from his uncle’s house?

All hell breaks loose. S!Chloé is yelling that he’s a liar. Adrien is yelling that “My father is Monarch!?” Kagami is asking what is wrong with him(Argos) and Marinette is in PANIK FREEZE. Argos explains that the people are essentially asleep until this time tomorrow and they only have until then to find the amok which he can sense when wearing the Peacock Miraculous. It wasn’t on anyone at the party.

S!Chloé is seething. Argos calls her his little sister and insists that getting her free is priority. Marinette demands proof of Monarch and Gabriel being the same person before they trust him to find the amok. Argos agrees and leads them to the Agreste Manor. Chloé meets them in the front hall. “Why is there a giant red moon out-oh you brought the baby here…” S!Chloé has existential crisis for real now with Chloé in front of her. Chloé hugs her and distracts her by asking if she wants to keep the name. They end up shoulder hugging/hand holding/physically grounding each other through the secret lair as Argos shows the whole group around.

They go to the attic first;Argos is trying to delay traumatizing Adrien with the basement coffin. They find the cases with the Kwamii. They all cheer at the thought of being freed. Pollen is a little confused but very happy that her Queen is back from wherever Hawkmoth sent her. Chloé leaves to look for a small gun or some tools to try to break the cases. Marinette and Kagami find and take the rings; keeping Monarch from using them even if the Kwamii are trapped. Adrien asks if Max would be able to hack into the system.

Possible but they are on a limited amount of time. Plus Argos didn’t poof the cops and they’re outside. Oops…

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Felix honey PLEASE communicate with people!!

[thetorturedmusesdept]

Plotting Call - Winter Market

Below the cut is a plotting/starter call for the Winter Market! I will be capping everyone working the market at 3 starters max, and everyone attending at 2 max. Below I have outlined whether or not my muse will be working at the market, attending, or not attending, as well as plot ideas. Please like this/react to my post of this in the discord to plot, and reply to this post with any starters you want!

Starting with muses that are working at the Winter Market:

Alice Kingsleigh: Face/Body Painting (Starters: 0/3)

Alice will be doing face/body painting! She does really cool stuff involving jewels and glitter and whatnot. I'd love some people who get some art done by her!

Bean: Elf (Starters: 0/3)

Bean is likely only going to be Elf for a day before getting permanently forever banned from the position. I'd love some people who things just go terribly wrong with involving her. Maybe she made the wrong joke or implied Santa wasn't real to a kid, etc! Bean is just notoriously awful at jobs and this is no different.

Caitlyn Kiramman: Security (Starters: 0/3)

Caitlyn is working Security so they are around if you need anything!

Jack Frost: Spirit of Winter (Starters: 0/3)

As the Spirit of Winter, Jack is having fun! He's nipping cold at people's noses, sprinkling them with snowflakes, starting snowball fights, and encouraging people to make snow angels!

Lilo Pelekai: Photographer (Starters: 0/3)

Lilo is running around as a general Photographer at various spots for photo ops. She's also just taking random candids with her polaroid for funsies.

Marie: Singer (Starters: 0/3)

Marie will be performing as a singer, mainly singing some classic Christmas songs as well as mostly modern pop Christmas songs by people like Sabrina Carpenter and Ariana Grande, etc. Come see her after the show!

Melody: Jewelry Booth (Starters: 0/3)

Melody has her own little jewelry booth where she will be selling various accessories she's made! Stop by and maybe find some good gift ideas!

Persephone: Plant Booth (Starters: 0/3)

Of course, Persephone's Playground has a small plant booth. Mainly for holiday themed plants like poinsettias and some out of season plants that have been infused with her gifts to have survived the weather. Stop on by!

Sibella Dracula: Holiday Formal Clothing Booth (Starters: 0/3)

Sibella is working her own clothing booth. It's mainly intricate and fancy holiday formal wear. Everything is handmade by her!

Vanessa Shelly/Vanny: Security/Masked Menace (Starters: 0/3)

Vanessa will be working security for the market. She is there if you need anything at all. However, at other times, uh.... Vanny may be calling the shots, which might mean a Bunny costume and terrorizing folks.

Woody Pride: Security (Starters: 0/3)

Of course as Sheriff, Woody is making sure things are safe as can be at the market. He will be on high alert for anything suspicious or unusual.

Muses that are attending the Winter Market:

Abigail (Starters: 0/2)

Beatrice (Starters: 0/2)

Catra (Starters: 0/2)

Chiaki Nanami (Starters: 0/2)

Connor RK800 (Starters: 0/2)

Dash Parr (Starters: 0/2)

Evelyn Serpeni (Starters: 0/2)

Gareth Parry (Starters: 0/2)

Inuyasha (Starters: 0/2)

Jane Bennet (Starters: 0/2)

Jennifer Check (Starters: 0/2)

Jim Hawkins (Starters: 0/2) Juliet (Starters: 0/2)

Lara Croft (Starters: 0/2)

Louise Belcher (Starters: 0/2)

Mary Jane Watson (Starters: 0/2)

Megara (Starters: 0/2)

Meredith Grey (Starters: 0/2)

Millie (Starters: 0/2)

Mittens (Starters: 0/2)

Rosie (Starters: 0/2)

Muses that will not be attending the Winter Market:

Hades

Marcus

[mccarthawrites]

bad idea right?

Relationship: Brett Land/OC!Amy

Rating: 18+ ONLY, Explicit

Warning: Unprotected sex, fingering, penetration (penis in vagina)

Summary: It'd been one month since Amy and Brett broke up. But she missed him. Or at least she missed sex with him.

Author’s Note: This took me 74 days to write and is the worst smut I've ever written, so please be gentle. You don't need to have seen Goat to read this, but I highly recommend it for my Nick girlies. Inspired by "bad idea right?" by Olivia Rodrigo. Made a whole playlist for it.

Words: 1,084

“Yes, I know that he’s my ex, But can’t two people reconnect I only see him as a friend The biggest lie I ever said”

One month. One month since Amy ended things with Brett. One month since she hadn’t seen him outside of their shared classes and around campus. One month since she found herself at a Phi Sig party. One month that she stayed strong and didn’t find herself back in his bed. But one month was long enough.

Despite the attempt at discouragement from her best friend, Amy found herself outside of the Phi Sig house. It was lively as expected. The frat was throwing one final hurrah to end the semester. Amy’s phone has been going off all night. Missed calls and texts from Brett inviting her to the party. She tried her best to ignore them, but after a couple drinks at the last party, she decided to stop lying to herself. Amy missed Brett. Or at least she missed sex with Brett.

Taking a deep breath, she walked into the house.

“Oh, shit, Amy?” Chance grabbed her attention, waving her over to where he sat on the couch, rolling a joint. “Does Brett know you’re here?”

“Not yet. I’m actually looking for him. Do you know where he is?”

“I think he’s in the kitchen with Sabrina. He’s going to be happy you’re here.” Chance laughed. “Are you partaking?” He held up the joint.

“No, that’s okay. I just came to see Brett,” Amy told him.

“At least grab a cup of something. We got a keg. Help yourself.”

“Thanks, Chance. I’ll see you around.” She left him, making her way to the kitchen. After stopping at the keg to get a drink, she navigated through couples making out and feeling each other up in the hallway. Finding Brett in the kitchen talking to a girl as Chance had said. Of course, he was. Maybe her best friend was right and she shouldn’t have come.

“Hey, Amy.” He looked at her. “I thought you were avoiding me.” He brought his bottle of beer to his lips.

“Believe me, I was trying my best, but you are persistent,” Amy replied, looking the other girl up and down. She was cute and definitely his type, but he wasn’t interested in her anymore. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is-” Brett looked at the other girl, who rolled her eyes and left. “I think her name was Samantha. Or Sarah.”

“Sabrina?” Amy questioned.

“How’d you know?”

“You’re a dick.” She scoffed, taking a drink.

“I’m glad you came.”

“After three missed calls and five texts, how could I now?” She asked.

“I’m sorry about that. I just-” He trailed off, shrugging.

“Me too. So what do you say we skip the bullshit and talking and go to your room?” She asked.

“Yeah. Okay.” He downed the rest of his beer. They walked back out to the part, passing by Chance, still sitting on the couch.

“Be safe, you two.” Chance teased. Brett grabbed Amy’s hand and led her up the stairs to his room.

As soon as they were inside, she locked the door, learning her lesson after one too many unwanted guests barged in on them. The way she reacted to his touch confirmed what he had thought. She wasn’t over him. But neither was he. They made quick work of each other’s clothes. His hands still knew her body well. Dipping his fingers into her cunt, he knew how to draw the sweetest sounds from her.

“Brett,” she breathed out. “Just like that.”

“I know, baby.” He kissed her, continuing his service to her cunt. Moaning, she brushed her fingers through his hair. She rocked her hips against his hand, making him smile against her skin at how quickly he could make her fall apart.

“Brett,” she whined. “I need you.”

“Do you?” He asked. She could have slapped the cocky grin off his face if she wasn’t so desperate for his dick. Sure she was the one who said she wanted to take a break, but maybe she was wrong. Or maybe she shouldn’t think about their relationship while his fingers were inside of her. Kissing her, he stroked himself. “How badly do you need me?”

“Very bad.” It came out more desperate than she’d intended. Teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock, he watched her for a few seconds before easing in slowly. Starting with slow, languished thrusts because he knew it drove her crazy. She kissed him aggressively, biting his lip in the process. He smiled, slamming his hips into hers at a faster rate, watching her get lost in the euphoria.

“Look at you.” He chuckled. “Taking my dick so good.”

“Mhm.” She moaned, biting her bottom lip.

“I know you can be louder than that. No one can hear us.” He kissed her neck, not caring about the marks he was leaving behind. With every snap of his hips, he pushed her closer to the edge. “Fuck, I missed you, Amy,” he groaned.

“We’re not doing this tonight. This is just fucking. Nothing more,” she told him.

“Sure. Whatever you want,” he replied. But they both knew it was inevitable. The cycle had been repeating itself for two years now. They’d break up, end up in bed together, and get back together the following week.

“Fuck,” she breathed out as he began rubbing circles on her clit. “Just like that, Brett.”

“I know.” He slowed down his thrusts, fucking her deeper. The noises coming out of her, brought him pride. She kissed him as she felt herself getting close, rocking her hips against his.

“Brett, I-” She didn’t even have to tell him she was close. He knew from her body language. Moaning, her orgasm hit like a train. He continued to fuck her through it until he felt himself close. Pulling out, he stroked his cock until he painted her stomach with his cum. “Real classy.” She scoffed, trying to catch her breath.

“You never had an issue before.” He handed her a towel.

“Thanks, I guess.” She cleaned herself up.

“Do you maybe want to get dinner or something this weekend?” He asked. She looked at him. The cycle was beginning again.

“Maybe. I’m not saying no, but I’m not saying yes.” She pulled on his shirt before leaving his room to run to the bathroom. He smirked, knowing she was going to say yes.

“I tripped and fell into his bed”

[sadsoftserve]

Look I don't have a title for this. I wrote this last night before I went to sleep, it's badly written. It's Sabrina and Dalia hours everyone, and... Giovanni

“Look at me.” Sabrina clutched Dalias shoulders as her eyes burned into the girls in front of her. “You. Are. A. Pushover. And we are going to fix that.”

“How?” The violet-haired girl asked.

“Simple. We employ the technique of the ancient master.” Sabrina responded while pulling out her phone to dial Giovanni. “Mr. Potage himself.” She said as he picked up the phone.

“Hello? Who is this?” Giovanni asked.

“Ugh, this is peepee boys sister, Sabrina. Look, we need your help.” Sabrina replied, still using one hand to clutch Dalias shoulder.

“With what? I better be getting paid.” He replied.

“You know how you stopped Molly from being a pushover? Yeah, I got another one for you.” 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh” Giovanni let out a long ohh noise, as if he finally got what she was saying. “Okay. But the question still stands, what's my payment peepee girl?”

Sabrina reached in her hoodie pockets. She pulled out .75¢, a button, and a coupon to Blowout Burger. “How does .75¢ a button and a Blowout Burger coupon sound?” She asked.

“Eh. Good enough, I'm hungry anyways.” He replied. “I'll be there soon, make sure the pushover doesn't escape.”

“That's doable.” She hung up then turned to Dalia. “Hope you're ready.”

Dalia shook her head, smiling nervously. “Is-Is this necessary..? I'm not as much of a pushover as you think… promise!”

“Shut your trap.”

Dalia shut up. Sabrina rolled her eyes.

“That was a test idiot. You were supposed to say ‘no’.”

“oh.. sorry.”

“Don't apologize!” Sabrina stammers. “I-I good Lord! You're hopeless.”

“I know.” Dalia hung her head. The girls resumed this state of disappointment for a minute until Giovanni showed up.

Soon enough, Giovanni bursted through the wooden gate of Sabrina's backyard. Holding a flyswatter of all things. “It ‘tis I! Giovanni Potage!” He yelled with fury. “Here to teach a friend to value herself. Where's the pushover?” Giovanni then asked in a sweeter voice.

Dalia slowly raised her hand. “That's me… I'm the pushover…” she sighed.

“Hmmmm.” Giovanni looked her up and down. “You do seem like a pushover… how old are you?”

“Fifteen…”

“Oh my God.” Giovanni said, clasping a hand over his mouth. “Fifteen… you may be too late peepee girl.”

“Sabrina.” Sabrina corrected. “And I called you for help, not the melodrama.” She rolled her eyes. “Please, get to the part where she's not a pushover anymore.”

“I don't think that's going to be possible.” Giovanni said. Before Sabrina or Dalia could ask why, he spoke. “She's too far gone, once a pushover, always a pushover…” He said holding a hand dramatically to his heart.

“Then what did you do for Molly that made her more assertive?” Sabrina asked.

“Oh. That was different.” He said snapping out of his drama. “You see Molly's still a mere child. I can't help a-” he shuddered. “Teenage girl.” He said as if it were some poison. Dalia hung her head.

“I understand. I-I guess you aren't needed anymore…” The violet haired girl simply stated, fiddling with her hands.

“Woah-!” Sabrina stopped her. “Giovanni, what am I paying you for? You leave, you get no payment.” She asserted.

“Uggggh. Fine…. I'll help her. Go get me a soda, peach.” Sabrina rolled her eyes. Giovanni was a pain in the ass, but she went to go get his soda anyway.

“Okay, Daisy.”

“It's… Dalia, actually…” She corrected softly.

“Hm.” Giovanni said. “You passed the test. You corrected me. Good. You can correct people… you're just socially anxious… I can't fix that…” He squinted. “But I can try.”

Dalia smiled.

“Okay… let's see here….” Giovanni trialed off trying to think of a scenario. “Hah! I got it! Okay, pretend I'm a senior, and your a freshman, and you just so happen to be smart and be in all of my classes. I demand you to do my homework. What do you do?” He asked.

“I take it because I don't want to be jumped.” Dalia answered. 

“Ahh, no! Not at all! You say ‘no, I'm not going to do your homework just because I'm smarter than you. If you want to get on my level, maybe study, asshole!’. Now, you try.” Giovanni corrected.

Dalia nodded. “Uh, no. Because I'm not your personal homework-doer.” She said, her voice still quite soft.

“Not quite but you're getting there.” Giovanni applauded. Sabrina had now returned, carrying two sodas one for her, and one for Giovanni. If Dalia wanted one, she was going to have to stand up for one.

“Here, Campbell.” She handed the soda to Giovanni, as she cracked open her own.

“Where's mine?” Dalia asked.

“You didn't ask for one. So I didn't get you one. Want one? Don't be a pushover.” Sabrina stated.

“Well then… go get me one. Now!” She asserted.

Sabrina let out a small smile. “Sure, whatever you say.” She put her soda down and went back to the kitchen. Giovanni approved.

“Good job! You're getting better Daisy.”

“Dalia.” She corrected.

“I mean, Dalia.” Giovanni corrected himself. “Now, let's try another one. Pretend I'm… Lorelai. And… I just gave you a position you didn't want on colorguard. What will you say?”

Dalia thought for a moment. “Lorelai. Move me. Now. I don't want to be where you put me.”

Giovanni nodded before turning one his grating ‘girl’ voice. “No. Why should I, I'm captain!”

“Because… I'm the best person in this team and you need to get off your high horse, miss ‘i think I can boss people around just because I'm Captain'.” Dalia asserted. “How was that?”

“That… was beautiful.” Giovanni made one singular tear fall out of his eye, for dramatic effect.

“Really?” 

“Yup, I think it's crossing into Bonnie territory.” Giovanni joked.

Dalia smiled, she was proud of herself, hopefully she would be able to use this with actually people, and not absolutely fuck it up.

Sabrina walked up from her second trip to the kitchen, now holding another soda in her hand. “Here,” she spoke. Dalia took the soda, and cracked it open. Giovanni wrapped his gangly frame around Sabrina and laughed.

“Well, it looks like you're the pushover now.” He then let out a loud laugh. “Listen, I did my job, I made her stand up to me, where's my payment?” He asked.

Sabrina reached into her pocket and pulled out his payment of .75¢ a button and a two-for-one milkshake combo coupon for Blowout Burger. The gangly man happily took it, and in iconic Giovanni fashion, he shouted.“YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF GIOVANNI POTAGE!” and then he promptly ran out the same gate he came in from.

[crowderiva]

"when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine" for sabrina and lucanis 🙂‍↕️

It had started out as a simple request from Lucanis: teach her how to cook something. Anything, really.

Before Lucanis had joined their team, Sabrina, Harding, Neve and Bellara lived off of Harding’s Apple Noodles and whatever charred dinner Bellara and Sabrina could scrounge up together. While it was nice to have Lucanis on the team willing and able to cook every single meal, with Emmrich subbing in every now and again to introduce them to a Nevarran dish when he was feeling homesick…well, it would be nice to know how to actually cook for herself.

Viago had taught Sabrina many things. How to slice skin just right to make sure a target is dead, the correct locations to thrust the blade to make sure the kill was clean. He’d trained her on poisons that she still microdosed to this day just to make sure she couldn’t be caught unawares. But the one thing Viago and the de Rivas couldn’t do was cook. They had people for that, Viago would say when she’d asked as a teenager. As a crow, he’d say, you’re never far from a tavern when you’re on a job. So you have no need to cook for yourself.

Well clearly that hadn’t stopped the grandson of the First Talon, who looked shocked the first time Sabrina had admitted to being unable to make anything as simple as a risotto without burning it, let alone the paella and hazelnut torte he’d made for the team just a few days before.

At the memory of the torte she finds herself smiling, completely oblivious to the instructions Lucanis had just layed out for her.

“Rook?” He snaps his fingers in front of her face, and she blinks, the smile slowly fading as she remembers she was supposed to be listening to him. He sighs, hands going to his hips and a single eyebrow arching at her. It reminded her vaguely of Caterina. She’s sure he’d hate to hear that as much as she’d hated to think it. “You weren’t listening to a single one of my instructions, were you?”

He’s trying to play stern, but she can hear the teasing lilt in his voice. She shrugs.

“I was thinking about the hazelnut torte.” And the kiss that had followed. Their first. First kisses were like honey and lavender cream, Lucanis had once said. To her, theirs was like her perfect mocha; the richest blend of coffee and the sweetest chocolate combined. When she’d said as much, he’d told her she was wrong. It was like chioccolata calda with pepperflakes the way it set his mouth ablaze and made him crave more.

And Taash, who’d apparently overheard the whole thing coming into the kitchen to get a pre-workout snack, had told Sabrina and Lucanis that they both made them cringe, and they needed to get a room. To which Sabrina had promptly pulled Lucanis by the hand towards her little Lighthouse made oasis, filled with all the finery you might find in the de Riva villa in Salle. And a bed. which every other room apparently lacked.

Nothing else had really happened that night, which Sabrina was fine with. She understood Lucanis wanting to take things slow. But the thought of that kiss, the ones that followed, and the way Lucanis had breathed out her first name between them as he kissed her on the bed had her a little…distracted.

Lucanis looked a little distracted himself due to Sabrina prodding the memory.

“I thought you wanted to learn how to cook?” He says finally, and Sabrina nods to affirm she does.

“Just hard to pay attention when you’re the teacher,” she concedes, not even having the decency to be shy admitting to it.

“Well, I suppose I can always have Emmrich—“

“No! No, please. I’ll listen this time. Go over it again.”

Lucanis does so, and the thoughts of that night subside as she focuses on what he’s teaching her. After a while, he allows Sabrina to take over the cooking once she’s comfortable, guiding her every so often on when to stir so that the risotto comes out perfect.

There’s a moment, though, when he needs to pass her to grab something on the other side of her in the pantry. His hands come to her waist, holding her for the briefest of moments as he does so. She shivers, chills radiating from where his hands touch up and down her spine, and in an instant the food is forgotten as she drops the spoon and spins in his arms, catching his lips in a surprise kiss.

And later that evening as the team is eating overcooked risotto, it’s unanimously determined that Sabrina isn’t allowed anywhere near the kitchen when Lucanis is cooking.

[saltedslugspine]

i definitely read this somewhere a year ago and im regurgitating it but 

i absolutely HATE the way that spike slowly becomes a chill dude, albeit slightly unhinged, but stands up for his friends and is chill around women to a raging misogynistic asshole by the fourth season. we get four spike appearances and they literally just show the decline in his alter ego throughout the whole show. first season, spike literally puts together a football team (and counts bree in as an equal which he would NEVER do by the fourth season since women are so delicate omg). and they work as a team! he’s not trying to impress anyone and is just kinda vibing. season two things go downhill slightly but not by much. he really only fights perry and tries to make a few unsuspecting students eat it. again, he’s regarding perry as his equal (even though the show may say she doesn’t count because she’s not what most people would consider a women). third season really ruins the whole character and gimmick. like it’s already devastating enough that chase is stressed out enough on his date with sabrina for spike to pop out and then spike’s actions just make it ten times worse. like he’s never shown any inclination of needing to “woo” the lady or stupid gender norms in general. like it’s actually so disgusting watching him “flirt” with over the top pet names and trying to impress her by beating up adam. his motivation is to take care of the threat which is infringing on him (in this case, adam) NOT complete the side mission of ogling women. fourth season is the absolute worst spike episode, and not just because i literally stopped watching the show for 5 years solely because of it LMAO. here, spike is a full blown misogynist and there’s no beating around the bush anymore. like after being set on kate or spikette to turn her back, he merely starts flirting with her and then proclaims that he doesn’t fight girls. AND THEN when spikette and bree or now spikerella are ready to duel, he’s like “this should be good. everyone knows girls can’t fight.” and it’s meant to be this offhand remark that eventually gets shot down at the end, but the way they went through with it pisses me off so much. AND EVEN CHASE AT THE END IS LIKE “I guess girls can fight, who knew?” LIKE DOES HE STILL HAVE A TRACE OF SPIKE IN HIM OR????? he would literally never say that???? so yeah, that is how the evolution of spike has gone from chaotic to pure sexism throughout the span of lab rats. 

please please please if you know the person who said this first let me know and i will credit them i know i did not think of this on my own