#pilar x reader

[wolverineluvr]

yandere maine crew hcs plz :3

CW: yandere themes, not asking consent(Pilars part), sa, ooc characters(?), mentions of murder. Gn reader

Characters: Maine, Dorio, Kiwi, Lucy, David, Pilar, Rebecca.

Divider credits: @cafekitsune

A/n: ofc, this also helped me get out of my rut of not writing at all so thank you!<3

Maine

He's not the most patient, but he's not the most forceful either.

He'd rather you love him on your own accord, but he doesn't mind making you love him, especially if you take too long to show any affection.

He's a little possessive, he doesn't mind if you have a friend outside of the crew, but he hates when you touch anyone that's not him or Dorio. Pilar is..annoying. But even he knows not to push it too far. It doesn't mean he's not going to push that line as far as it can go.

If you joined his crew, then great. Better reason to get close to you. But if you're just a random civilian, of course you'll be confused as to why someone like him is interested in talking to you.

You know you shouldn't be weary of him because of how he looks or his background. So you try to be nice. You make conversation with him, questioning the occasional suspicious things he says but, it's probably nothing. You don't want to be mean, so you never turn him down when he asks you something small.

When he brought his girlfriend, Dorio, around, you really thought it was okay. He seemed to love her a lot. So you ignored the side of your brain that was screaming at you to cut contact with him, to atleast be a little more safe and to question his objectives more.

You should've known, should've done differently. You never should've even spoken to him in a friendly way. But now you're stuck. He says he's doing it for you, for your safety, but is he? You used to think he wasn't but you can't tell anymore.

Dorio

She tries to take it slow with you, she doesn't want to scare you off or make you hate her. But it's so hard sometimes. All she wants to do is show you how much she loves you, how much she cares.

If you don't accept her confession, she'll ignore it. She'll act like you're both together. She doesn't care. She needs to let out how she feels in some way.

She tries to make you have a relationship with Maine as well, she's less forceful with that, because in her mind, you'll come around.

If you try to leave or breakup-even though you were never dating in the first place-she'll threaten you. If you never do that, she'll be sweet with you. She doesn't mind if you express displeasure with some things she or Maine do. Everyone needs their boundaries, even if she doesn't like them.

Overall, she's pretty tame. She prefers you to spend all of your time with her or Maine but she doesn't mind when you spend a little time with others-atleast those in the crew.

Kiwi

She's more of a stalker, she knows she shouldn't get close. She shouldn't entertain this fascination of hers.

She observes you when she can, taking note of your movements and making sure she knows your schedule and you to the point that she knows what you're doing, even if you're not doing what you regularly are.

She's possessive, but she knows she can't just kill everyone who touches you. So she settles for the occasional stranger or acquaintance every now and then. It's never enough. And eventually, she cracks.

If you're in Maine's crew, she'll talk to you sometimes of course. Never being too nice, never being too standoffish. Like you don't matter to her.

If you're not, then of course one day she can't help it. She'll squeeze herself into your schedule, just to keep how she feels at bay. She'll talk to you for a moment, feel the fleeting brush of your hand under hers as she apologizes for bumping into you.

Soon she starts popping up more and more in your life. It's odd, but she seems nice.

After a while of the same song and dance, she starts to yearn for more. Stronger than before. She knows that soon she'll have to do something. She's already planning on what.

Lucy

She tries to become someone close to you first, she stalks you when she's already seen you for the day, and she wants to know what you're doing.

She's not stupid, she takes it slow. She doesn't mind playing the long game if she gets you in the end.

Eventually, once she's one of your closest friends, she slowly starts picking off everyone you know. Your friends, family, whoever. At first it was just a sad coincidence, in the end it was a curse for you. You even shut her out, you didn't want her to get hurt or die.

She saw how much it was hurting you, but she kept going. She left some, but you wouldn't let them near you, and they didn't want to be around you either. She was the only one you had left. You should've been suspicious. But you were just grateful.

She'd never leave you. She's been by your side through everything. In the end, you're the one confessing. She doesn't reject you. You should've known. But how could you have?

David (before time skip)

He wants to make you comfortable, wants to make you feel safe and he wants for you to love him naturally.

But he can't help how clingy he is, always offering to come with you everywhere, like a dog.

Let's say you're his best friend, he knows he's been pining over you for so long. He just never realized how bad it was until recently. When he felt genuine murderous intent when he saw another one of your friends-a male one-hug you. He doesn't think he's ever felt like that before.

You're always the one to patch him up when he gets bullied, and he loves it. He loves it so much. You're so kind to him. You're so close to him.

He confessed to you the day before his mother died. He thought that, for once, everything was going perfect for him.

After he joined Maine's crew, he introduced you to them of course. You told him to be careful, to make sure he doesn't get hurt. You don't know much but obviously it's not a great line of work. He did his best to listen to you, to not worry you. But eventually, there was nothing he could do.

David (after time skip)

If you thought he was bad before, he's insufferable now. Occasionally, you can use the bathroom alone. But not most of the time. He gets on your nerves so much.

And he's only gotten more possessive. He hates it when you even glance at anyone. He tries to be lenient with you, you're only a human. It's natural for your eyes to wander around, for you to be curious. But when other people look at you? It's a different story.

He lets you around the crew, sometimes. He doesn't want you to get attached to them, or anything like that. He wants you to rely on him for everything. Food, touch, conversation, safety, love.

You couldn't leave him if you tried, but it's better not to.

Pilar

He's a little more laid back, not very possessive. He doesn't mind it much if you're around others, as long as you come back to him in the end.

But he does hang off you like you're the only thing keeping him alive. His arm is almost always around you, and if it's not he's still around you.

He's touchy, sometimes he tries to take it slow but he can't help giving you the occasional grope or feel. He's more forceful with touch than the others, but he's less forceful with how you feel. He knows you wouldn't love him, atleast not immediately. So he doesn't mind.

If you're a civilian, you're bound to think he's a bit odd. He didn't start touching you inappropriately immediately, but he was pretty touchy from the start. The same goes for if you were in Maine's crew, although he does start to give you gropes faster.

Rebecca

She's rather clingy, like her brother. She's always with you. She's confident in herself, but she doesn't mind being a little forceful to get what she wants.

She's possessive as well, getting irritated the moment you talk to someone. She acts annoyed when you interact with others, but if you start expressing that you feel bad she shuts up. She doesn't want you to feel bad, she just wants the other person to go the fuck away.

She doesn't mind killing for you, it only makes her enjoy it more. She knows not to be too extreme with it, to not kill every person you know, but it's hard for her.

It's more likely that you met her if you were in Maine's crew, but if you're a civilian then you only met her by chance. She doesn't plan much, just sort of suddenly pushing herself into your life.

She's loud and brash, but it's sort of endearing in a way. You start to look forward to seeing her again, even if the ways are always random or at the wrong time.

Maine's crew

If you have the attention of all of them, then you're fucked.

You're never left alone, not for a second. Most of the time it's at least two of them with you. You're coddled and doted on like a child.

There was a chance you could've escaped one of them, but all of them? No shot.

If one of them does something to make you uncomfortable, most of the time another stops them or tells them off. Most of them don't want you to hate them, the others...don't really care. As long as they have you.

Extra notes: I wasn't sure if I should add a little more of the entire crew but I ended up writing a little for them !

[pelova4president]

All eyes on you

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Fridolina Rölfo x Reader

All eyes on you II

summary~ Three of your teammates have an eye on you. And they aren’t shy to show you that they want you either.

!warnings! 18+ smut, making out, fingering?, explicit language

They made it obvious, they wanted you. They kept giving you signals and hints but somehow you were just oblivious to their actions.

It started when you joined the team a few months ago. Frido started taking interest in you and helped you move in, putting your furniture together. Mapi and Ingrid took it on them to show you around the city, in the hopes to show you their bedroom eventually.

The move from England to Barcelona went a lot smoother than you would've thought. Your Spanish was still shit but most of the girls understood you and tried to talk back in their broken English. Keira and Lucy were still trying to master the language so there weren't much of use. Frido and Ingrid however were almost fluent in both so they helped with the translating. Mapi was trying to teach you some words but that wasn't going great.

Mapi and Ingrid were and item, everyone knew that and it wasn’t like they tried to hide it either. The couple almost always sat infront of you in the bus. Frido, Ingrid and Mapi took you in and offered you the empty seat in their four seater. Frido sat next to you and even though she preferred the window seat, but she’ll never admit that because she knows you do too, she offered you it.

While you and the Swede were watching a series, sharing EarPods with your head resting on her shoulder. The couple infront of you were having a heavy making out session. You couldn’t help but look up. And maybe you stared a bit too long, okay you definitely did. Ingrid pulled her girlfriend into the rough kiss, she was more dominant than you would’ve thought. Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed how the couple had separated already and their eyes were now focused on you.

“You like the show?” Frido whispered in your ear. Waking from your trance you noticed how all their eyes were on you. You got caught red handed. With red cheeks you mustered a response, “Yeah- i mean like the uhh the blonde actress is really.. pretty and good right?”. The Barca players laughed at your embarrassed state.

"So you're into blondes eh?" Mapi commented looking at Frido and then you again. "Yeah- No, i like all. All women, blonde, brunette, both uh everything?" you rambled, eyes focused on the protein shake infront of you. "Good." you heard Ingrid say.

When you finally dared to look somewhere other than your shake you met Frido's eyes. And just when you ou thought your cheeks couldn't get any redder “We both know that i didn’t mean that show.” Frido smirked. You tried to hide your face into your hoodie but that only made her laugh harder.

All three of the women were getting more affectionate with you too, but that’s just how the Spanish culture is right. Frido would get you to sit in her lap on movie nights, her hands placing themselves on your thighs. Ingrid would walk next to you and place her hand on the small of your back and sometimes her hand would drop lower, to your ass. To say you didn’t like it would be a lie. All three of them were beautiful and just very hot, you couldn’t deny that. You honestly were flattered by all their attention.

When you scored your first Barca goal, all of the girls were over the moon for you. They knew you had a bit of a rough start, not scoring any goals in what felt like months. But now you’ve broken through that barrier with not only one but two goals in one game. Frido, assisting your first goal ran towards you with open arms. “You’ve done it!” she kissed your cheek.

Walking through the tunnel after fulltime Mapi approached you, her hand resting on your hip. “Scoring looks good on you amor.” she grinned. You hadn’t really processed the compliment and her seductive tone when her girlfriend joined you. “Quite a performance you put on out there. Wanna come over for a movie night later? Just you, us and Frido, you can choose the movie.” Ingrid asked expectedly. It sounded nice and you got to choose the movie, why not.

“Yeah, i’ll be there.” you agreed. “Perfect!” Ingrid kissed your cheek and took off with Mapi who sent a cheeky wink your way. With the couple still in your mind you walked towards your car.

"Be ready at eight, You just look pretty and i'll pick you up." you heard behind you. Frido was stood by her car, her hair still wet from the quick shower she just had. "Okay, thank you!" you yelled back waving goodbye to the blonde.

Frido kept her promise and picked you up. You were debating on what to wear, comfy or classy. Frido said to look pretty so a black dress would do. It wasn't exactly comfortble, it was short and tight but atleast you looked good. So good that even Frido couldn't help but comment on it. "You look fantastic. Don't know how i can keep my hands to myself all night when you're sitting next to me like that." she muttered under her breath, taking you all in. Her eyes traveled from head to toe, stopping at the hem of your dress.

"Well, thank you.. you look very good yourself" you said feeling like a some artpiece hung up in a museum. Frido hummed at that and her eyes met yours again. "Let's go beautiful." Frido placed her hand on the small of your back, closing your front door.

She walked you to her black car, one that suited Frido. It was a matt BMW and you could see that she took pride in it, she drove through the car wash atleast once every few days. Opening the passenger door for you and walking to the drivers seat she sat down. Frido wasn’t one for very loud Spanish music like the other girls in your team enjoyed, she liked background music. A little RnB or Jazz was her go to so that's what played on the background of your conversation.

“Are you excited?” she asked, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear stick, her eyes were focused on the road. You didn’t immediately answer and she took her eyes off the road to take an expecting look at you. “Are you gonna be a good girl and tell me or?” the Swede raised her brow.

“Uh yeah, i’m excited. I’ve already got a movie picked out.” you said smiling. Frido grinned at that and placed her hands reassuringly on your thigh, squeezing it. "I'm sure Mapi and Ingrid are excited too." she hummed and began to move her hand higher. "They've been dying to get some alone time with you, away from all the girls you know" that was new to you. "Oh didn't know that." the blush creeping up on your cheeks betrayed your cool answer.

The car ride felt like an eternity to you. Frido kept her hand on your thigh, sqeezing or moving it when you said something to her. Your teammate was wearing black trousers and a white top, showing off her abs and tits. She was insanely goodlooking, there was no denying that. But now that she's sitting next to you holding the steering wheel like that, focused on the road and one of her hands teasing you, she was beyond attractive.

When you finally arrived she reached over you, stretching for a piece of gum. You could see right into her top, not that you minded, at all.

Both of you stepped out of the car and got into the lift to your teammates apartment. Frido took your hand in hers like it was something she's always done. Leading you to the couples house Ingrid opened the door almost immediatly. "You both look very good. Come inside." she greeted you. And while you walked inside where Mapi waited for you, you saw Frido whisper something to Ingrid.

Mapi was standig behind the kitchen island pouring herself a drink. "There you are amor, been waiting for a while now" she smirked at your flushed state. "Sorry, Frido told me to be ready at eight." you tried to apologize. "Don't worry, the wait was worth it" she walked over to you. "Would you like something to drink?" the Spaniard asked taking a sip from what you assumed was a martini.

The two Scandinavian girls joined not much later, both of them opting for a glass of red wine. They let you choose the movie liked they promised and you settled down. Ingrid pulled you inbetween her legs, you head resting on her chest. Mapi and Frido were sitting to the left of you.

Everything was fine, well you were turned on by the women but it wasn't something you haven't felt before around them. Whenever Ingrid went to take a sip from her glass she bent over, hold you by your hips and her hands stayed there. About an hour into the movie she started to play with the hem of your short dress, you obviously should've wore something more comfortable.

Tracing paterns on your thighs she whispered in you ear, "You wore that dress just for us, right.". Processing her words you turned your head around. "Frido said to look pretty, so yes?" Ingrid hummed at that, mostly satisfied with your answer. Ingrid never stopped teasing you and you couldn't help but rub your thighs together. Unbeknownst to you the three women exchanged glances at the action.

You excused yourself to the bathroom. Ingrid was doing this to you on purpose. They were open about their relationship and sex life but you didn’t know they were so open.

Going back into the living room Ingrid was filling her glass in the kitchen and Maria and Frido were having a conversation. You leaned against the kitchen counter next to the Norwegian, “Can i help you?” you asked. “You can be a good girl and go sit all nice and pretty next to Frido for me.” her hands were on your hips turning you to the couch where the two were sat.

Going to sit down next to Frido you got pulled into her lap, waiting nervously at what they had in store for you. “Are you enjoying yourself bebé?” the Spanish defender asked you curiously. You nodded furiously. “I think you could enjoy yourself a bit more tonight, no?” Ingrid said walking towards Frido who she gave another glass of wine. “You definitely could baby.” Frido took a sip of her drink.

Your eyes followed Ingrid who straddled her girlfriend. Mapi leaned in for a kiss when Ingrid stopped her, whispering something in her ear. The dark haired woman teasingly kissed the Spaniard behind her ear and down to her neck, leaving marks along the way.

Yet again, too caught up with the show infront of you you didn’t see the blondes hand creeping up under your dress. “Hmm do you like watching them?” Frido breathed. She pushed your dress up and teased you over the fabric of your panties. Feeling the wet spot on them she pressed harder. “So fucking wet already, haven’t even touched you.” she kissed up your neck.

You shut your eyes, the teasing they've been doing becoming too much. The woman behind you slowed her movements. “She’s getting all hot and bothered, don’t think she can wait much longer.” she talked to the other women. “Oh, she can wait just fine. You’ll be a good little girl for us, right.” Ingrid more stated than asked. Opening your eyes you nodded.

“Say you’ll be a good girl for us.” Frido kissed your neck, her hands starting to grope your tits. Lost in the pleasure you didn’t answer, “Say ‘i’ll be a good girl for you’ or i’ll stop and you won’t get anything at all.” the blonde demanded. You whined at her dominant tone “I’ll be good. I’ll be a good girl for you, just give me something.” you begged.

Frido took that as her sign to slide her hand inside your panties. “She’s so fucking pretty like this.” you heard Mapi say. Frido didn’t slide her fingers in yet, just teasing and lighty brushing past your clit. “J-just give me more please.” you said trying to get more.

You heard the three women laugh at your state. “Haven’t even started fucking you yet and you’re already gone, god you’re desperate.” Ingrid commented from across the couch. Her girlfriend was still under her, both set of eyes fixated on you. “Can’t wait to taste her.” Mapi kissed Ingrid.

“Maria why don’t you get her ready to take a cock then. I’m sure she’d appreciate that, don’t go easy on her though. You know how we want this evening to go.” Ingrid instructed Maria. They’ve been fucking planning this.

A/N setup done, next chapter will be a bit more Mapi and a whole lot more smut so don’t you worry. Feedback would be appreciated :) Got anything you want in the next fic, let me know!

[simplyalicee]

EVEN MORE CORPSE PUPPET ART BECAUSE IM HYPERFIXATED ON IT AUAUAUUAA

I swear I am normal

...maybe

Corpse Puppet AU by @sketchquill !! PLEASE I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS AU AND THE ARTIST AAAAAA /geniune /platonic

I KEEP MAKING Y/N'S HAIR SO FLUFFY ACK BUT AAAA HERE YOU GO!!

And I drew another self ship because why the hell not??

I AM SOSOSOS SORRY FOR THE SELF SHIPS AND IM SO SORRY FOR THE SPAM MENTIONS AAAA I'LL TRY TO CALM DOWN BUT ITS SO AHDD TO CONTROL MYSELF WITH THIS MUCH EXCITEMENT EEEK

[sukunasun]

Hi hope ur doing well! I just wanted to drop by to say i love your sukuna headcanons and fics and that your soccer au of him actually reminded me of a real player LOL. his name is sergio ramos and is known for being an aggressive defender but also has no actual scandals and has sexy tattoos and an undercut. Ik this is v random but he just really reminded me of your football player! sukuna so im just gonna pretend its him from now haha

footballer sukuna manifests ramos and zlatan the moment someone so much as touches him....thinking about how footballer sukuna is like an itch that never goes away. getting under everyone's skin and riling them up, stay mad about it—"who do you think is the best player in the world?" asks a reporter at a pre-match conference and sukuna replies, "that's the dumbest question i've ever heard," shrugging off any doubt about it, because of course the answer was as obvious as his cocky smile or the ego that inflates and grows to be as big as the room—oh how arrogant is he.

'he's so disrespectful,' they say when he does a little dance after every goal, or when he sticks his tongue out just to show off the new piercing. the cameras zoom in on him and your breath hitches at the way his smile is so daring and confident. there’s no hidden mirth and it’s not to tease, this is one of pure, unadulterated, triumph because his skill is indisputable. and he loves taking his sweet time basking in the spotlight, the spectacle that is sukuna the striker and his never-ending tantrums or the over-the-top, comical bouts of fake-injuries.

but this is no time for his antics, even his own teammates are sick of it. "get the fuck up," nanami sneers from above his form, curled up in a fetal position. they're one-nil down into additional minutes and it's the only time kento's ever had anyone get on his nerves this much, something about the dane's calm and collected resolve slipping, blonde hair frazzled and coming undone from its neat do, there's no doubt he's fuming. he slips a few curses when the ref makes his way over, and what people see is a head of rose pink looking up without a speck of guilt in his face.

but he does take his time in other ways too. during the moments where you've got him all to yourself and he bends you every which way, in all sorts of positions. just because he can, because he needs it.  “slow down…” he groans into your neck, hearing you whine desperately in reply, ass bucking up to feel him, wanting more, “i said slow down,” a warning slipping past gritted teeth. sukuna's buried deep, throbbing and so hot inside. you submit so well, so pliant and willing, but he doesn't want to rush this, in fact, he's been keeping you on edge for the past four hours. his palm coming down harshly against your ass, right where it’ll sting the least, he knows you're still sensitive.

somewhere sailing off the coast of ibiza, you'd think there would be enough privacy away from photographers and fans, but alas, he's been pouting nonstop, giving you quick, short answers and avoiding your gaze. "you're not wearing your ring...if you wanted a divorce you could've just said so..." he admits after you confront him about his temper tantrums. "it's a very expensive ring 'kuna, and we're in the middle of the sea?" you try to explain, but he huffs. stomps around the deck with his bulking frame growing twice in size.

"i'll make it up to you," you purr, finding that perfect spot in between his legs to fit yourself onto. familiar and new at the same time, just the scene of watching him struggle, watching his grapple between wanting to stay mad at you and leaving his petty feelings aside. stripping them off the same way his fingers do with your swimsuit, gently lowering the flimsy coverup to reveal soft, warm skin, a little sweaty from the heat, from the sun that beats down but he can't get enough, doesn't care about the sunburn or the freckles, but hopes that as he's leaving kisses behind, or pinning you down on a tiny bench, he'll take the brunt of it. (and he does, marca gets a great cover shot of a reddening tattooed back on a yacht)

(...bet he has a whole playlist customized to his workouts, humming all the bubbly kpop tunes and singing in tune to mitski while he's lifting weights and isn't ashamed of it either. "folklore is great," he tells you, pumping iron or running on a treadmill at a steady 7.0, there's a cute little grin on his face, somewhat childish in manner when he leans over and whispers, "but it's not as good as SOS...")

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

GOOOD MORNING NIGHT CITY! | Cyberpunk Edgerunners x Male Reader

This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: My Final Destination

Chapter 1: GOOOD MORNING NIGHT CITY! | You are Here

Chapter 2: Yesterday's body count lottery rounded out to a solid 'n' sturdy thirty! | TBW

Chapter 3: Ten outta Heywood - thanks to the unabated gang wars! | TBW

Chapter 4: One officer down, so I guess you are all screwed. | TBW

Chapter 5: 'Cause the NCPD will not let that go. | TBW

Chapter 6: Got another blackout in Santo Domingo. | TBW

Chapter 7: Netrunners are at it again, pokin' holes in the power grid. | TBW

Chapter 8: In Westbrook, Trauma Team's scrapin' cyberpsycho victims off the pavement. | TBW

Chapter 9: And in Pacifica... Well... Pacifica is still Pacifica. | TBW

Chapter 10: This has been your man, Stan. Join me in another day in our City of Dreams! | TBW

Chapter 11: Cause I really Wanna Stay at Your House | TBW

Night city. Colorful. Neon lights everywhere you looked. But that's not what makes Night City. Not by a long shot. What makes it, are the people. 

Everyone around knows the hardships and the importance of a group. Be it a gang or friends. Doesn't matter. Find your found family and your set. 

Another thing that Night City is known for is its chromed out citizens. It's not for everyone, but those that can handle the consequences get all kinds of body mods. From new eyes to even iron lungs. This isn't for the faint-hearted. 

Especially the cyber psychos that show the dangers of what it does to your body. No one wants to die like that, but they do. Either from police, trauma team, or themselves. 

Night City also houses many legends amongst its streets. Legends that give hope for a better life. One without the slums and the corpo assholes that control everything. Everyone wants a taste of that high life.

But that high life doesn’t sit well once you have it. Legends have to die at some point. That’s how they become legends. Remembered forever amongst the next generation until another rises up and makes a bigger name. 

Among those very streets was a boy. He wasn't new to the troubles in the city. They were very clear to him. Didn't help with his background.

Corpo kid, Arasaka Academy Prodigy now drop out. There was a story. A story lost to the guns and crimes. Crimes he needed to commit to live. To survive.

No one could pry out his past from his lips. It was one of those open secrets. Details, not something anyone cared about. As long as you showed and completed your share of work, no one asked. 

He didn't mind. Made it easier to hide. Easier to run. Especially made it easier to work.

Being a merc was freeing. You were respected, feared even but there was power in it. Power that everyone craved. And he ran with the best. 

Edgerunners. Maine, Dorio, Sasha, Pilar, Rebecca, and Falco. The origins of them anyway. 

After a mission gone wrong, or rather a change of targets, Sasha died. Was it a noble death? Well the news she leaked was everywhere the next day, so maybe. 

Didn't make the hurt go away. Not for Y/n.

That's right. The aforementioned boy. His name was Y/n. But names don't matter. Most called him N/n anyway. Better handle. Didn't have the weight of the memories. 

Back to the edgerunners. Kiwi replaced Sasha. She was a good net runner, nothing compared to Y/n though. Rarely did he ever do runs but when he did, flawless didn't begin to cut it. 

Never does net running much. Reminds him too much of a past that he wanted to escape. That’s why he chose to be with Maine. Was like a father to him. Better than his actual dad. The edgerunners were a better family to him overall. 

His past is blurry to most, likes to keep it that way. No one in night city needs to know about it. Needs to know of his corpo connections and give him shit for it. That was. Until Kiwi brought Lucy

Lucy was Y/n’s saving grace. For some reason and miraculous luck, Y/n became Lucy’s best friend. Much like a lapdog to Lucy. It was an even more shock that she didn’t push him away. 

She knew Y/n way before. His records were in the Arasaka archives. Part of their big experiment to make the perfect weapon of net runner and muscle. Who else could take on the old net? Project was a bust though when Y/n ran away. Away from the pain and abuse that the person who was supposed to love him the most inflicted. 

Y/n decided to live with Lucy. Maine thought it was a good way to keep an eye on the newbie and gave Y/n a friend around his age. Thinking like a father. A father who cared. 

Over time Y/n and Lucy became like siblings. Opening up to each other was a huge feat in itself. In a place like Night City, that kind of trust is rare. Not like the other would spill it. Similar situations. Similar Traumas. Similar people being after them.  

That’s when the two started going on missions together. Y/n being the stubborn ass he is refused to ever go on missions alone. Not unless Lucy was there with him. The codependency. 

“God damn it Y/n! Why do you need Lucy for everything? Before she came you were independent. What changed?”

Maine only ever asked once. He regretted it. Never once did he see Y/n break down like he did after Maine yelled at him. He didn’t apologize though. It needed to be said. 

“I… I need her okay? Things are different now. She’s like me…”

Maine only sighed. Desperation. Rare, especially in a boy like Y/n. He understood though. Nothing more was said. Only a pat on a head and silence. 

Y/n never stopped being clingy with Lucy, but it got better. Just a tad. Y/n was able to go on his own missions. Though it was out of fear of disappointing everyone else. He couldn’t handle that. He couldn’t handle their rejection. 

A year was all it took for Y/n and Lucy to become inseparable. It was concerning how connected the two became. You don’t get that kind of connection here. Not without tragedy. 

“I want to go to the moon.”

Lucy shared one night. The two were on a roof together. Artificial pizza was placed between them. 

“The moon? Why? There’s not much up there.” 

Lucy didn’t respond. She couldn’t explain it to him. She couldn’t tell Y/n how she wanted to leave. It would break his heart. But what are broken hearts if your dreams get shattered? Emotions were useless in this world. Being soft gets you nowhere. 

“Come with me.”

A compromise. If she couldn’t tell him why then at least she can show him. She can take him with her. Protecting him from Night City and everyone else around them. Only a pipe dream.

“Huh?”

Y/n was more than caught off guard by the sudden invitation. Was it even one? By the sounds of it, it sounded more like desperation. Lucy never showed desperation 

“When we get enough, come to the moon with me.”

The thought further intrigued Y/n. He didn't understand this need. Was Lucy telling him she wanted him? She willingly wanted him around?

“Okay. I make it my promise! We’ll go to the moon together! You can show me what’s so great about it!”

Lucy could only let out a light hearted scoff at Y/n's softness. This boy. He didn't know much about the world. How could he when he was so sheltered?

“I could show you now.”

“Really!?”

That excitement. Something that Lucy never could get used to. Y/n was a rare individual. Someone who showed his rare and raw emotions. 

“Yeah you gonk. BDs remember?” 

That night, the moment the two of them got home, they spent hours on the special moon BD Lucy had. It was amazing. Seeing something different, a place where corpos didn’t rule yet was refreshing. Going around the craters and the moon buggy, all of it was hope inducing. A world where no one can control you. 

As the year went on, Lucy and Y/n only ever became closer. The sibling duo among the group, apart from Pilar and Rebecca. Nothing could bring Y/n away from Lucy. Maine joked about him being Lucy’s guard dog. Whenever Pilar was weird with Lucy, Y/n was right behind, biting and clawing at the guy. 

Had to have the others break up the fight before Y/n actually killed Pilar. Rebecca couldn’t help laughing at her older brother’s demise. Deserved it anyway. Not shortly after did the group go to Afterlife for some drinks.  Lucy took this chance of inebriation to speak with Y/n privately.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?” Lucy’s threshold for annoyances was being pushed. Either Y/n was playing dumb or drank too much to even think properly. Either way she needed a clear answer. 

“Attack Pilar.”

“He was making you uncomfortable.”

“I could have taken care of it myself.”

Lucy huffed out a breath. She didn’t like being treated like she was helpless. Whether Y/n meant it or not, it was really troublesome and irritating. He hovered over her. She didn’t quite understand why. 

“I know…”

“Then why?”

The pause. It was deafening despite the music playing around them. 

“I… You’re so amazing and you gave me so much even with knowing me for a short time. You’re like my family Lucy. More so than Maine and Dorio and everyone else. You’re my sister. Someone who knows my struggles on a personal level. I owe you so much. I want to protect you.”

Eyes widened at the admission. God Y/n really was an idiot. 

“You don’t have to repay me for anything.”

“I do though.”

“You don’t!”

It was a cycle of ‘I dos’ and ‘don’ts’ until Y/n started to tear up. God did Lucy make him feel so vulnerable. ‘

“I do! Because if I don’t I’ll turn around and you won't be there anymore. One day I’ll wake up and you won’t be there. You don’t realize how much I need you in my life! I have no one else!”

Guilt. The god damn guilt. Y/n’s tears fought hard not to be released but it was a war lost. Gleaming droplets cascaded down Y/n’s cheeks, making the boy look like a child. No one could ever stay mad at him.

In this moment of vulnerability, Lucy wrapped her arms around Y/n. She decided against speaking. No more words needed to be shared. Y/n didn’t need to be upset further. Only Lucy saw these tears. Weakness didn’t need to be shared with peering eyes. 

A few more instances happen where Y/n went feral when something happened to Lucy. No one could ever stop him and neither did they really care. As long as the job got done then why did it matter?

It did help with disputes and fights. Y/n being the main muscle with Maine. Taking care of all the fist related business together. Now, no one was lacking in muscle within the crew but Y/n almost had Maine beat with the power of his punch. 

A few more months passed. Time never mastered though. Both Lucy and Y/n were out and about. They ended up in Corpo Plaza. A place Y/n never liked, not just because of the name but because of the people around and the worst building that stood tall. Arasaka Tower. If capitalism could be personified, it would be Arasaka Tower. 

The two had planned to do some odd jobs around the area, maybe pick some sockets or something. Anything to keep them busy and make money. Y/n stood with Lucy while she smoked. He never participated in it himself. The habit reminded him too much of someone. But when Lucy did it, he couldn’t help but want to be around. 

While Y/n’s eyes watched the smoke plume around the already suffocating atmosphere, he couldn’t help but see how much Lucy stood out. Compared to everyone else around them, Lucy could be seen from everywhere. It was the hair. 

Y/n blinked a few times. He thought he was tripping but he didn’t remember taking anything before. Lucy's hair sparkled. What was this?

He wasn’t the only one who noticed. 

Y/n’s eyes trailed over and noticed a boy looking at the back of Y/n’s head. He looked familiar. Y/n was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the voice that soothed him over and over. 

“What are you staring at?”

Y/n froze. Lips nursing as if he was caught doing something wrong. What made it more anxiety inducing was Lucy didn’t even look at Y/n. 

“Nothing. Thought I saw something.”

“You're a bad liar, Y/n.”

Y/n didn’t respond. He just glanced over to see the boy that had been staring was gone. 

“What are we doing here anyway?”

“We have a job to do. Maine wanted us to keep busy.”

Y/n the ever obedient personification of a puppy nodded along and followed Lucy. Doing everything he was told. An old habit. A habit hated himself for. He hated him for. 

The day was spent with the two of them working to bring in eddies. That night had a full moon, which led to Y/n dragging Lucy to the badlands to watch the moon. It was calm and quiet. Something that could be seen as off putting, but it wasn’t.

It was… nice.

“Why’d you bring me here?” “Wanted to look at the moon with you. It’s clearer out here. I found this spot when I was driving around with Maine.”

Lucy felt so happy that Y/n took her fascination with the moon seriously. Many would think it was stupid to want to go somewhere that failed. But it wasn’t that to Lcuy, and it certainly wasn’t to Y/n. 

Y/n would defend Lucy’s dreams till the day he died. And even then he would keep defending her. 

No more words were exchanged. Only silence and the distant sounds of cars every now and then on the dirt road.  Moments like these under the moonlight were never taken for granted. 

Here was where Y/n belonged. His purpose. His family.

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[pitchsidestories]

el sueño de una niña (2) II Jenni Hermoso x Reader

part 1 | masterlist | word count: 1803

summary: Jenni promised reader's daughter Mila to come to her first football match, can she keep her promise despite being away with the Spanish national team.

author's note: dear readers, you asked for a part 2 and here it's, please enjoy. Let us know your thoughts on the oneshot.💜🖤

“But you promised to come…”, Mila whined through the phone, her voice on the verge of cracking. The disappointment in the little girls voice weighed heavy on Jennis heart.

She winced as she replied: “I know, I know.”

“It’s my first important game…”, Mila complained.

Jenni sighed. She was the one who had helped Mila find a football team in her age class, the one who had bought her first pair of cleats and also the one who had promised her support for her first game. Only, she had forgotten that she would be away with the national team at the time of Milas first game.

“I'll find a way to be there, Mila.”, Jenni promised determinedly. She didn’t know how yet but there was no way she would disappoint her.

Mila seemed a bit more calm at the end of their call but at the same time the conversation had attracted the interest of Jennis spanish team mates.

“Mila has a game?”, Alexia asked, her eyebrows moved towards her hairline with curiosity.

Jenni threw her phone on her hotelbed with frustration: “Yes, it’s her first one. She asked me to come weeks ago.”

Irene who leaned in the doorframe smiled to herself: “Do you all remember your first games?”

“Who doesn’t?”, Alexia replied with a grin.

“We all do.”, Jenni agreed. She knew from experience how formative first games could be.

Aitana stood there, frowning at Jenni like her brain was working at full speed: “But how do you get to her game when you’re here with us right now?”

The hotelroom went quiet as everyone seemed to search for a solution to help Jenni out.

“Easy, fake an injury.”, Mariona blurted out.

Four pairs of eyes stared at her. The disbelief about her suggestion was palpable inside the room.

Jennis face suddenly lit up as she got up from her bed: “During training later? Mario, you’re a genius!”

Excitedly, the darkhaired player pressed a grateful kiss to Marionas cheek and picked her up to whirl her around.

“Jenni!”, she protested, her cheeks slightly reddened.

“Sorry!”, Jenni laughed and finally let Mariona back down.

“Don’t tell anyone that I had anything to do with it.”, Mariona pleaded.

Jenni winked at her nonchalantly: “Oh, don’t worry, Darling. I’d not tell a soul.”

“Good.”

A few hours later, Jenni went down just as planned during a training drill. She held her knee and screamed in pain. The other players crowded around her, faking worried looks. Alexias eyebrows knotted together, indicating that Jenni was definitely overdoing it.

“Jennifer? Are you alright?”, their coach asked, crouching down to Jenni.

“No.”, the football player moaned.

“The physio should take a look at it.”, Alexia interrupted, trying to steer the conversation into the right direction.

Jenni nodded quickly: “Yes, just to be sure. That really didn’t feel good.”

“Okay.”, Montse agreed as she watched her get up and limp off towards the physios.

A short time later, the physiotherapist Pilar realised with a sour face. “You’re fine, Jennifer.”

 “Listen I know I’m fine but there’s a game tonight I’ve to attend. It’s a little girl’s first football match.”, Jenni pleaded.

She shook her head in disbelief. “You want me to lie and say it’s bad enough that you’ve to leave?”

“Not to leave necessarily only to take a break until tomorrow. Please.”, Jenni looked at her with big eyes.

“Excuse me, you want me to compromise my integrity.”, Pilar protested.

“It’s for a good cause.”, the striker gave her the most charming smile in the hope it would work on the physio like it did on all the women before. Nowadays, the specific grin was usually reserved for Mila and you. But this was an emergency.

“You owe me, Hermoso.”, she warned her.

“I know, you can count on me.”, Jenni reassured the physio.

“Go.”, Pilar replied in an impatient tone.

“Thank you!”, the football player promptly jumped off the lounger throwing kisses at her.

“Ugh.”, the physio waved it off, pretending to be disgusted by it.

In awe you watched your daughter warm up with the teammates who became her friends. Mila and you were heartbroken that your friend hadn't come yet despite her promise, which she was supposedly so keen to keep.

The referee started the game that’s why you didn’t hear the person coming who put her arms around your waist with a cheeky smile on her lips. A loud gasp escaped your mouth as you turned around to see who dared to touch you like that.

“Jenni?!”, you exclaimed surprised, glancing at the face you came to love so much over the past year.

“Hey.”, the Spanish woman greeted you grinning.

“You really made it to the game.”, you whispered deeply impressed by her dedication.

“I told you I’d. I never break a promise.”, Jenni answered in a serious tone.

“True, it’s been twelve months, and you never ran away.”, you noted.

“Can’t believe you still think I would.”, she remarked hurt.

“No, I trust you.”, you disagreed whole-heartedly, cupping her cheeks with your hands before exchanging a gentle kiss with the striker. For one moment the pitch and the game faded into the background.

“I think I deserve that trust by now.”, Jenni stated earnestly, pressing a kiss to your hand before releasing you fully.

“You do.”, you responded. Both of you followed the game proudly. The Spanish national team player was the one who cheered and supported the girls the loudest.

A bright smile lit up Mila’s face during a short break once she realized that Jenni did came to the game to see her play. Shily your daughter waved at her which the striker returned with her hands formed to a heart. When the game was on again Mila even scored her first goal.

“There she comes! Hi Mila.”, Jenni kneed down to hug the small girl after the match officially ended.

Milas face split into a big grin once she spotted Jenni standing next to you. She immediately broke into a run and jumped into Jennis arms. “Jenni, you made it!“

“Of course I did. I promised you.“, Jenni laughed as she spun the little girl around before setting her back down on the grass.

Mila cocked her head: “Have you seen me play? You looked distracted by looking at Mami.“

You failed at stifling your laughter while your girlfriend replied: “Hey! Of course I watched you play.“

“Uhu, sure.“, Mila nodded, her little face filled with sass.

Jenni raised her eyebrow at her with a grin: “Excuse me? I came all the way from my national team camp to watch you play.“

The tiny football players’ eyes widened in awe: “How did you do that?“

“Magic.“, Jenni explained, waving her hands through the air as if she was casting some spells.

“Wow.“

“All for you.“, she winked at your daughter.

“Thank you, Jenni.“, Mila beamed and pressed yourself against the football player for another hug.

Jenni kneeled down to her: “You did so well today. Were you nervous?“

Mila nodded hesitantly: “Yes but Mami said she believes in me.“

“We both believed in you. Don’t worry, the nervousness gets better after a few games.“

“It does? Also, told coach that you’re a good coach too.“, Mila said and pointed in the direction of woman your age who watched you with raised eyebrows.

You shot her a smile while Jenni laughed: “Oh god.“

“She didn’t like to hear that.“, Mila confirmed what you both could read from the face of her coach already.

Jenni bit her lip to stop herself from laughing: “I bet so.“

“Mila, are you hungry?“, you quickly changed the topic, impatient to leave the football pitch and the watchful eyes of the youth coach.

“Yes!“

You turned to your girlfriend: “What about you, Jenni?“

“I think I have time to take my girls out for food.“, she winked.

“Perfect.“, you smiled.

Jenni held out her hand for Mila. You took the other hand of your daughter. “Let’s go.“

“Please, I’m starving.“, Mila complained which caused all three of you to break into laughter again.

Jenni ruffled through the young girls hair: “Don’t worry, you will get some food to fuel your body after such a long game.“

You found yourself at a restaurant shortly after. Mila was busy digging into her chicken tenders and you watched Jenni pick at her salad.

But there was something that your girlfriend had said earlier that you couldn’t get out of your head. You leaned forward, your chin resting on your hand and watched Jenni curiously: “So… how did you get out of the Spain camp?“

Chewing on a tomato, Jenni shook her head: “Can’t tell you that.“

“It’s top secret, huh?”, you smirked.

“Yes, it’s between me, the girls and our physio.”, she winked conspiratorially.

The small comment of the striker sparked Mila’s curiosity as well. “Was it dangerous?”

“A little bit.”, Jenni admitted sounding amused.

“Woah, that’s so cool.”, your daughter marvelled.

“Mila!”, you clicked your tongue disapprovingly.

“But mami you must admit it’s true.”, Mila defended herself.

Swiftly you changed the topic, looking into your girlfriend’s eyes. “When do you have to go back?”

“Tonight, but I can take Mila to bed before that.”, Jenni answered smiling.

“Really?”, your child asked beaming with delight.

“Really.”, the footballer confirmed mirroring her excitement.

“Good.”, Mila nodded satisfied.

The dinner with three had gone by in a blink.

In an animated tone Jenni read out loud to your daughter in the child’s bedroom. It was a story for boys and girls featuring the life story of Marta. In between you could hear Mila’s lively comments she exchanged with your girlfriend until there was only the silence of the night.

“She’s sleeping?”, you questioned as Jenni closed the door behind her.

“Yes.”, she affirmed calmly.

“Wonderful.”, you muttered gleefully. Eye to eye, you noticed a desire and lust in the way the striker looked at you. A blush crept upon your cheeks feeling the intensity of her stare. “What? Why are looking at me like that Jennifer?”

“No reason?”, she murmured innocently.

“No, tell me.”, you demanded in the knowledge that your lover was lying.  

“Well, I’ve some more time before I’ve to leave.”, she began mischievously.  

“You mean long enough to..?”

“Yes.”

“We shouldn’t waste more time don’t you agree?”, you glanced at her expectantly.

With a playful expression Jenni took your hand to guide you to your shared bedroom, leaving no doubt that she was fully in line with what just passed your lips.

Everything started with a promise and ended with another one.

After you two made love together Jenni promised that you three would be a forever thing. Something like the three musketeers against a man’s world which despite all it’s harshness would never get you down.

if you enjoyed this story reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated !

[ambswoso]

could’ve been ii - leah williamson

the weddings over. you have to return to barcelona but you didn’t think you’d be seeing leah again so soon and she’s determined to get her girl back, in any capacity.

5.9k words. somehow it's longer than the first part.

leah williamson x mead!reader

“right beth, pack it in. i’m gonna miss my flight.” you laughed as you pushed out of her tight hug.

“you sure you’re gonna be ok?” beth stroked your hair, tucking the hair that had fell from your ponytail behind your ear. “it’s a two-hour flight bethy, i’m sure i’ll be fine.”

“yeah, a two hour flight by yourself to a foreign country!” beth emphasised, ever the protective big sister. “i do live there beth.”

“i know and i hate it. i miss you already.”

“i miss you too, but i really do have to go.” you once again released yourself from beth’s grasp, leaning over to give you new sister-in-law an equally big hug.

you headed over to security and waved at beth and viv one last time. “call me when you land, or i’ll send lucy to your apartment.” you heard beth call as you went, giggling to yourself.

now you just had two hours to kill, by yourself, until you were due at your gate. you may as well get back up to date with paperwork having been away for just over a week. airpods in you started powering through your work, or at least you were until a song you’d long deleted from your playlist started playing in your ears.

your song. both of yours.

leah had a habit of calling everyone ‘my girl’, particularly you when you were together because once upon a time you actually were her girl. the first time she called you it was on your first date. she picked you up, took you for a picnic on an unusually warm february day and dropped you home like the charming woman she always was. as you left leah’s car she called after you, “see you soon for the next one, my girl.” and if you weren’t already smitten from the date then that certainly sealed the deal. the next time she picked you up, ‘my girl’ was playing through her car radio and you decided there and then that it was your song. you only let leah know about it after you’d made things official, but she was fine with it. 

the same song that used to fill you with love and remind you of the love of your life, now just made your heart sink. you weren’t her girl anymore and she wasn’t yours.

you gave yourself only 30 seconds to enjoy the song before you skipped to the next. your shoulders had been rid of a particularly heavy weight since yours and leahs blowout at the wedding and you didn’t really feel like having it back just yet. besides you had work to do and a flight to barcelona to catch. 

other than that one slip up at the airport, you barely had time to think about leah, being thrown straight back into your work had helped distract you.

“hola chica.” you heard a voice call from outside your office, “¿cómo estás?” (how are you?)

“simplemente perfecta” (simply perfect). you told the tattooed woman who’d since made herself comfortable on your other chair.

“i think that was sarcasm” mapi observed. “tell me all about the wedding.” she leant forward resting her chin in the palms of her hands, smiling at you so innocently.

you’d become very friendly with a lot of the girls that played for barca since starting there, having lucy and kiera introduce you to them had helped. they liked finally having a physio who was similar to them, that enjoyed football, that was around their ages. as of recent and thanks to a knee injury, you had a new number one fan by the name of maría pilar león. she was in your office most days for rehab so naturally you learned a lot about each other.

“nothing to tell, maps. my sister got married, i wore a nice outfit, got drunk, had an argument with my ex-girlfriend, drank some more and flew back.” you quickly explained whilst pulling her file up on your computer, only turning to glance at her once you’d finished talking. 

“perdone, repita eso.” (excuse me, repeat that.) mapi gasped. you talked in her physio sessions, a lot, but you’d never discussed you and leah deeming it not fair on her to spread her relationship history around barca femenis football team. 

“wore a nice outfit, got drunk.” you smiled.

“you argued with leah? leah williamson?” mapi exclaimed.

“woah, how’d you know it was leah?”

“lucia loves to talk, everyone knows. it’s sweet you didn’t want to tell anyone though.” she smirked at you. “so why the argument?”

“well we never discussed the breakup properly so, i guess it all just came out that night instead.” you told her, glad to have someone impartial to vent to. “hop up on the bed please, mapi. i need to check your still okay to get back on the grass today.”

“and how do you feel?” she probes as she lays back. you’d both gotten very used to talking about your personal lives during mapi’s appointments. the pair of you had spent so much time together that there was no way you could end up not being friends.

“i don’t really know. there’s like a weight lifted off my shoulder because i said everything i’d been dying to say for a while, but it hasn’t like helped. i still miss it, even after getting that bit of closure.”

“was she unkind?” mapi asked. 

“not at all.” you responded quickly. “i don’t think she really knew why it had ended to be honest. she seemed a bit shocked. we were both sat there crying for a while.”

“the leah williamson crying?” mapi’s head shot up from where it lay, leaning back on her elbows. “god you must have really done a number on her.”

“trust me she’s not as tough as she makes out, or she didn’t used to be anyway.” mapi took notice of how you fondly you still spoke about leah, of how you still held the memories of you and her close to your heart. 

“i don’t think she’s tough at all anymore based on what keira says.” you heard mapi mumble under her breath. “what do you mean? what did keira say?” your questions came at rapid speed in mapi’s direction, the concern and worry you held for leah would probably never go away. 

“i’m staying silent.” mapi held her hands up in defence as you gestured for her to sit up from the bed. “but i do think you should talk to keira for once, i can tell it’s been a little awkward between you two.”

“i mean she’s leahs best friend i don’t want to get in the middle so i just stay out of it completely.” you brushed mapi’s comment off. it wasn’t only keira you’d distanced yourself from after yours leahs split and you knew you’d lost a lot of friends in the process, probably through your own fault rather than anyone else’s. “right, you’re all clear. get your ass back out on the grass maria. i’ll come check in in a little bit.” sending her one final smile to send her off.

you thought mapi had left, thoughts of the team knowing about your previous relationship and what keira may have possibly said ran through your head as you began to wipe down the treatment table where mapi once lay. 

 “lo siento if i’m overstepping but i feel as if we’re good enough friends that i can say this to you.” mapi’s voice scared you from the doorway that she evidently hadn’t moved from yet. “i can see you still love her, i mean you’ve been here for over a year and you’ve not been with anyone else or even tried.” 

“well i-“ 

“don’t even try because i already know you haven’t, mi amiga.” she sent you a knowing look as you rolled your eyes. “you should fight for it, for her, if it’s something you really want because from what you’ve said and what i’ve heard it sounds like she wants to fight for you. i don’t know what happened at home between the two of you, but it must have hurt, but you said yourself you miss the relationship and i think you miss her as well. everything you get is meant for you, y/n/n, and i know you believe that too. just ask yourself if in 5 years, you’re still going to be wishing you’d never left because i think you will.” this time maria actually left the room and with it left you with a lot to mull over. 

“stupid footballers, always giving their stupid advice. idiota.” you scoffed.

“i heard that.”

you filled out the rest of mapi’s paperwork before you went out to see how she was doing back on the grass. it’s quite hard to fill in someone’s medical forms whilst simultaneously having thoughts of your ex-girlfriend spinning around your head but nevertheless you got it done and made your way outside. you were happy with what you saw from mapi, shooting her a quick thumbs up as she waved before trying to disappear back to your office as to not disturb the other girls.

“hola guapa.” (hi beautiful). alexia shouted to you from the pitch as she saw where mapi’s attention was momentarily diverted. 

“te hemos echado de menos.” (we’ve missed you). salma called out as she ran to where you were and pulled you in the hug, others following along in her footsteps.

“hola chicas, i’ve missed you too.” you smiled with salmas arm still wrapped around your shoulders. “vuelve y entrena por favor.” (go back and train, please.)

“tu español es tan bueno ahora, hermosa.” (your spanish is so good now, beautiful). alexia smiled at you as she was the next to pull you into a hug. most people who you met were surprised to hear how welcoming and friendly alexia had been to you. 

when you first moved to barcelona, it’s safe to say it wasn’t under the best circumstances. just coming off the back of a painful end to your relationship, you’d retreated inside yourself and in hindsight moving away from both your family and friends probably didn’t help but you knew you couldn’t stay where you were. keira and lucy were there who you of course knew through leah and beth, but the last thing you wanted to do was cause any friction for them and their national captain, so you kept to yourself and just got to work.

alexia was near the end of her acl recovery when you started your new position, immediately being put in charge of alexia’s rehab and care as you’d had more than enough acl experience working for arsenal. she was a lot sweeter than you’d imagined, her injury putting her in a vulnerable position and you were right there alongside her. you were both healing in your own ways, alexia physically and you emotionally, and your bond quickly formed through that. you didn’t just become alexia’s go to for her physical needs but also her emotional, supporting her through many ups and downs that came with her recovery, and she could never thank you enough for that. when the both of you had spare time, she’d take you around barcelona and had introduced you to her friends and family. you were right there on the side lines watching proudly as she made her comeback in the la liga match against sporting huelva and the friendship continued to blossom even after her recovery. 

“training is nearly finished. no te preocupes.” (don’t worry.) the famously hardworking and driven captain brushed off the end of training, knowing how excited the girls would be to see you again even if it had only been just over a week. “cenamos esta noche?” (dinner tonight?)

“sí, suena bien.” (yeah, sounds good.). alexia had also been a big help in you learning spanish, something you’d been determined to do since arriving in barcelona and you’d come a lot further than keira put it that way. 

“y/n, can i talk to you for a second?” speak of the devil, keira came over to grab you as the rest of the girls headed into the changing rooms.

“yeah, of course. everything okay?” you asked her, secretly hoping she’d be coming to talk to you about an injury rather than leah, but you had no such luck.

“i heard about the wedding.” keira starts and you let out a sigh. “i know this probably doesn’t help but she’s really torn up y/n.”

“yeah, me and her both.” you scoffed defensively. you weren’t really angry at leah anymore, so you weren’t sure why you were acting like this, especially towards keira, but after being pretty torn up yourself for nearing a year and a half you didn’t feel like hearing how it was only now affecting leah. “i’m sorry, it was just a lot that’s all.”

“she keeps asking about you. told me to keep an eye on you, check if you were doing okay.” kiera revealed, “even before this.”

“really?” eyebrows raised, you questioned keira, thinking that leah pretty much continued having the time of her life after you moved away. 

“all the time. she still cares about you and you were really good together. you were good for her.” 

“she was good for me too, until she wasn’t.” you recalled, a sad smile gracing your face which didn’t go unnoticed.

“and i’m sorry you lost the rest of us too. she’s not the only one that’s been missing you. i feel like we haven’t had a proper conversation in ages.” she laughed.

“yeah, probably not.” you laughed a long with her. “but that’s probably more so my fault, just didn’t want to cause any tension, you know? so i’m sorry.” 

“you really don’t have anything to apologise for, y/n.” she wrapped an arm around your shoulder and lead you inside so she could get showered and changed before the hot water was no more.

“i’ve done enough crying this week, don’t make me start again.” you joked as you parted ways, you heading back to your office to get back to work for the afternoon and keira to the changing room. “oh and heads up, she’s coming to the game on saturday, bye!”

brilliant. great. fuck.

you’d expected to have a little bit more time before having to see leah again, let alone speak to her. you and her hadn’t had to come face to face for a year and a half and now you were seeing her twice inside of a month. you’d hoped you could get over your meeting by doing the same thing as last time, avoiding her, but turns out the universe had different plans this time. stupid universe. 

you tried to distract yourself from the imminent encounter with leah and went to dinner with alexia, ingrid and maria, knowing that was a safe place where leah wouldn’t be bought up for a couple of hours. you always had a good time with those girls and were grateful that they’d took you under their wing even though they really didn’t have to, you weren’t even on the team. 

another story post of you and alexia looking particularly friendly at dinner. leah had seen enough of these over the last year and a half but this one for some reason stung her just a bit more than the rest. she used her secret instagram account enough to realise how close you were with certain members of the barca team. she was happy that you’d settled in over there and yet she felt a pang in her heart at the fact that used to be you and her and her teammates. it still should be. 

leah wasn’t sure whether you knew about her coming to the game. she wasn’t sure whether she should go at all really but she hadn’t seen keira in a while, having missed out on the last national camp due to her knee. you came first though, more so now than ever. after your intense conversation, if you can call it that, at beth’s wedding, leah realised how much she’d dropped the ball towards the end of your relationship. you weren’t coming first to her; you weren’t being prioritised and yet you still did that for her. perhaps she was a bit naïve to think that you’d simply fallen out of love with her and that you’d grown apart naturally. everyday she regretted the fact she just let you walk out the door without fighting for you. she truly didn’t realise what she had until it was gone. she used to come back to a warm home with candles lit, dinner prepared and a stupid cheesy film ready to watch. realising that the warm home she felt she had, that you made, felt the exact opposite to you elicited gut wrenching feelings for her. 

had she ever stopped loving you? absolutely not. had she stopped appreciating you? yes, which she now realises had been her fatal flaw. stuck in her own head coming off the back of the euros success, dealing with fame and recognition that she didn’t realise she’d ever have. everybody wanted a piece of the england captain but she forgot to save a vital part of herself for you. this realisation had triggered something in leah, she needed you more than you’d ever know and she knew you needed her too. she’d give you everything you ever wanted, she’d pull the sun out of the sky for you if you asked and she wanted to show you, in one way or another. if you shot her down, or if she was too late then so be it but leah would be damned if she didn’t try her very hardest.

getting lost in her own thoughts she hadn’t realised she’d liked the instagram story you’d posted of yourself at dinner. thanking god, she was on her second account, until she realised she wasn’t religious and she was most definitely on her actual public verified account. you’d definitely seen it. you were out to dinner with your new friends, potentially a new girlfriend, and she’d just liked your story. your ex-girlfriend had just liked your story. maybe it would make it less weird if she followed you again and then liked your story, so she did, and it was still weird. leah felt a little like a stalker and maybe she was doing a bit of stalking, but she thought it was safe. now she was definitely nervous about seeing you on saturday.

you’d long been home from dinner, only posting about it once you’d all left the restaurant. fans could be a little bit crazy sometimes and you knew both barca and arsenal fans followed you on social media with you being both beth’s little sister and heavily featured on the girl’s accounts at one point or another. the notification came through to your phone as you were mindlessly scrolling through tiktok having tried to fall asleep and failed, your mind running rampant with thoughts of seeing leah again. as if someone had read your mind a notification came through from that exact woman. oh god, she’d liked your story. why would she like your story? why would she like your story and then follow you? maybe she was trying to make it less weird before the weekend. well, if that was her aim she hadn’t succeeded. 

“pick up, pick up, pick up.” you mumbled under your breath, pacing back and forth across your bedroom. “hello?” a voice came from the other side of the line.

“hello? oh, thank god you answered.” a sigh of relief left your mouth as your best friend picked up the phone, albeit she didn’t sound very happy to be answering but, nonetheless. 

“what do you want? it’s like midnight, i’m trying to sleep.”

“well if i can’t sleep neither can you. leah just refollowed me on instagram.” you practically shouted at her down the phone.

“okay, and?”

“and liked my story.” you paused and she didn’t answer, only hearing a huff down the phone so you continued, “of me and the girls out to dinner, specifically a picture of me and alexia.”

“no, i meant and as in like ‘and what’s your point?’. she followed you, you also used to sit on her face until like a year ago.” she pointed out, crudely. 

“oh my god!” you grimaced, “she also stopped following me as soon as i stopped doing that so this is a big deal.” 

“y/n/n, i’m not being funny but it’s really not. i mean you saw her like last weekend. she’s probably just trying to make amends.” she points out, just wanting to go back to sleep at this point and trying to make you feel better before she goes. 

“but this just makes this weekend so much more awkward now. like-“

“wait hold on, the weekend? what about the weekend?” she cuts you off. you realise you may have failed to mention that you had an inevitable encounter with leah approaching, having been distracted since keira told you earlier in the day. 

you sighed, “she’s coming to the quarter final. to see keira.” 

“well why didn’t you lead with that?” she was definitely awake now. “you’re gonna see her. she’s gonna talk to you.”

“do you not think i know that? that’s why i’m freaking out even more.”

“no don’t freak out. it’s a good sign.” she reassured you. “she’ll probably try and speak to you and you didn’t leave things on a very good note, so the follow and the like is a good sign.”

“do you think?” you asked, biting down on your freshly manicured nails. another €40 down the drain now you’d have to get them done again. 

recalling the wedding your best friend tells you, “i know it’s a good sign. you didn’t see her after you argued at the wedding. you might’ve been crying in the bathroom, but she was in bits too. when i saw her, she was practicall shaking y/n, like really upset. i mean she made sure i knew where you were and went to you so it’s obvious, she still cares about you.”

“keira said the same thing.” you smiled to yourself.

“so, stop panicking. try and get some sleep, okay?” she tells you and you nod, forgetting she can’t actually see you, so you hum in response instead. “right, i have to go because i have a normal job that starts at 8am. not all of us can be a doctor to the stars.”

“i’m a physiotherapist.” you corrected her.

“you say tomato, i say tomato. goodnight, love you.”

“love you too.”

trying not to think about it, the next few days passed like a blur, filled with twinges of knees and possible injuries to which thankfully none were serious. with little anticipation, gameday rolled around. were you for sure going to see leah? no. was it a strong possibility? yes, especially with keira’s meddling. 

having a lovely view, thanks to alexia’s assurance, you watched from crowd as barca beat brann with a comfortable 3-1, earning themselves a place in the champions league semi-final. you applauded and cheered for the girls from your seat. frido soon noticed you though beckoning you to come join their celebrations on the pitch. as soon as the other girls noticed, it was clear that no one was taking no for an answer so you climbed over the barriers and with security reassured you weren’t a very dedicated fan, alexia helped you down to the pitch. 

you hadn’t seen leah yet today, beginning to think that maybe you’d come away unscathed, but she’d spotted you within the first 5 minutes of her arrival. maybe it was because she was actively looking for you but there was no proof of that so. she watched on from the pitch where keira had summoned her as the barca girls made you come down from the stands to celebrate with them. you never missed an opportunity to do that at arsenal either as leah’s girlfriend, beth’s sister or their physio. you were always there for the matches come rain or shine, win or lose and it was becoming increasingly more obvious that you weren’t there anymore. the conti cup final was happening in a couple of days and leah wished nothing more than for you to be in the stands where you belonged cheering her on, but instead you’d be here. 

“oi!” keira shoves leah out of her thoughts, “did you listen to a word i just said?” and looks around to see what had garnered leahs attention to which she found you in her sights. “stupid question, obviously not.”

“sorry.” leah mumbled, still yet to actually look away from you.

“you’re not sorry. you should go talk to her.” keira began her meddling. 

“yeah maybe in a bit.” leah smiled sadly at keira, the falseness of it not fooling her best friend for a second. 

you finally caught eyes with leah as alexia turned you in the direction of a funny sign that had her attention, but you found the blonde stood 15 metres from you a lot more interesting, especially the fact that she was already looking at you. so interesting that you hadn’t noticed alexia leaving until you felt her squeeze your arm and heard her tell you she’d be back in a minute. well now you were alone, the girls making their walk around the pitch to celebrate with the fans on the other side. you distracted yourself with a conversation with one of the medical staff that had been on the staff for today’s match, they informed you of the little niggles and twinges some of the girls had complained of during the game and half time. 

“muchas gracias. que pase buena noche.” (thank you so much, have a nice evening.) you thanked the woman with a smile as the rest of the medical team packed up to leave.

“de nada. buenas noches.” (you’re welcome. goodnight.)

pulling your phone out you made a note of what she’d told you. “hi.”

there she was. you wondered how long it would take between you seeing her and her approaching. 10 minutes apparently. “hi.”

“hello.” she said again, you giggling at the awkwardness she never seemed to grow out of. “wait i already said that.”

“yep, you did.”

leah was relieved that you were laughing, better yet that she was the one making you laugh, or even speaking to her after the way things had been left at beth and viv’s wedding. “can we talk?”

“ye-“ you were interrupted by a hold on your arm from a certain spanish midfielder. 

“estás bien?” (are you okay?) alexia asked, directing her attention to you not yet looking at leah. alexia knew all about your past relationship, you’d told her in one of your numerous physio sessions as she had told you about hers. well you hadn’t ever told her who it was only that said ex-girlfriend played alongside your sister but she’d figured it out with the small help of mapi telling her exactly who she was. 

“si, soy buena.”(yeah, i’m good.)  you smiled at her, not sure why she looked so worried for you. leah noticed your smile reached your eyes, a real genuine smile you were sending alexia. one she hadn’t coaxed out of you in some time, and she felt her heart sting once more. it was one thing seeing yours and alexia’s friendship or whatever it was through her phone screen but seeing it stand directly in front of her was worse than she thought.

“hola, leah.” once she saw that you were okay and seemingly unaffected (you were affected, just keeping it under wraps) by leahs approach, alexia turned her attention to her fellow blonde national captain. 

“hi. good game.” leah pulled alexia in for a handshake, trying not to let the jealousy that was bubbling inside her show on the outside. 

“oh, thank you. nice to see you.” alexia gave her a tight smile as she squeezed your hand and headed to follow the rest of the girls back inside. alexia was worried for her new friend, not wanting to see her return to the headspace she was in when she first arrived in barcelona. 

you and leah headed back towards the stands where coincidentally you’d only been sat a few rows apart. “how are you?” she asked as she gave you a hand to help you back over the barrier. 

“yeah, i’m good. how are you?”

“been better.” she sent you a sad smile. “i know you probably haven’t got much time but i just wanted to see if you’re up for getting a coffee or something before i go home on monday?” 

you were both surprised and not surprised at leah’s question. you’d expected to have a conversation with her but thought it might’ve happened today. mapi’s words of advice rang through your head. you did miss her a lot, you thought about her all the time. maybe having that closure without the arguing would help you process this. clearly, you’d been doing a pretty shitty job by yourself for the past year and a half if every time you saw her all the feeling came rushing back. 

“yeah actually, i’d like that. i’m free tomorrow morning?” you proposed.

“wait really? are you joking?” the smile appeared on her face. shed asked the question half expecting you to say no.

“obviously i’m not joking you idiot.” you laughed at her expression.

“tomorrows good. tomorrows so good.” she told you, still smiling widely. in reality, tomorrow wasn’t good. she had plans to go for breakfast with keira and her girlfriend tomorrow, but keira could wait. they’ll get lunch instead. 

should someone be this stressed to see their ex-girlfriend again? probably not. should they also be this stressed over what they look like to see their ex-girlfriend again? also, probably not.

you’d been up 2 hours before you were supposed to be after not sleeping much at all in the first place. you’d gotten your outfit ready last night, declining your invitation to the club with the team to celebrate to ensure that you had a fresh head in the morning. deciding that the outfit you’d chosen last night wasn’t good enough and you hated your entire wardrobe ended with about 4 outfit changes before you finally got in your car, 20 minutes after you were supposed to leave.

“i’m so sorry i’m late leah.” you rushed out as you sat across from her at the table shed been perched at for 25 45 minutes. 

“don’t worry, just had me thinking you weren’t going to show up.” she chuckled nervously, sliding the drink shed bough you over to you. “one iced latte with oat milk and one shot of vanilla and a shot of hazelnut.”

“you remembered.” you smiled at her. your coffee order had never changed in the years leah had known you and it hadn’t since. if you needed to be in work earlier than leah, there would be an iced latte on your desk promptly when she walked through the doors of the training centre. 

“hard not to remember when you probably consist of 90% iced latte.”

“so has keira shown you the barcelona sights?” 

“a few. found my favourite one yesterday at the game though.” she flirted. old habits die hard, i guess.

“i see you haven’t lost your charm miss williamson.” you laughed lightly. both of you dancing around the real reason leah asked you to meet.

“you seem really happy here, y/n/n.” leah pointed out. a bittersweet feeling to know that you were thriving somewhere else when she believed you should be in london, with her, but at least you were happy.

“yeah its been rough, i wont lie to you.” leah winced at your words, realising she’d been the reason for your move in the first place so she had no right to wish you were back in london. this was your home now. “you were a big part of my time in london so we said goodbye and then i had to say goodbye.”

“i know we left beth and viv’s on a sour note, but i really am genuinely sorry. for everything. the breakup, the neglect, the argument at the wedding. all of it.” she reaches across the small coffee table to grab your hand, something she always did to stop you biting at your painted nails. 

“you still have it?” you borderline gasped at the sparkle you noticed on leahs hand. as soon as you noticed she retracted her hand, as if moving it would somehow take back what you’d seen, but you held tightly.

“erm-“ she cleared her throat, not expecting you or anyone else to see that the ring you bought her still holds pride of place on her hand some days, today being one of them. “yeah, i just like to have it on sometimes. reminds me of a better time.” in reality, she was wearing it at the wedding and hadn’t taken it off since. how could she take the ring off if she hadn’t stopped thinking about the girl who gave it to her? 

“i didn’t mean to be so harsh towards you the other week, le.” you told her as you let go of her hand, falling back into your seat. “i think i just got overwhelmed. the whole day was a lot, you just got the brunt of it.”

“trust me i deserved it. if all i get of you these days is to be your punching bag, i’ll take it. it’s the least i can do.”

you chuckled sadly, knowing exactly what lead you and leah to this point but still wondering how you got here at the same time. “i miss you, y/n/n. i know i said it at the wedding, but it’s been a year and a half and some days i think i might be over it, that i might be ready to move on but i’m not and i’m really scared that i never will be.”

“i don’t want you to think that i don’t miss you because i do. all the time.” you confessed to her. “but that doesn’t change the fact that what happened and what you did really hurt me, leah. towards the end i was so afraid of you going to an event or a trip and leaving me that i didn’t realise i’d left myself behind already.”

leah hung her head. never in her life had she been so ashamed of how she’d treated someone, especially someone who loved and cared about her so deeply. you would have done anything for leah and a lot of the times you did. she always came first with you, and you did to her, until all of a sudden you didn’t. deep down you knew that it was partly to do with leah dealing with the sides of fame she never had to deal with before, becoming a household name within the space of a few weeks during the euros, but you also knew that you just weren’t her priority anymore whether she meant to do it or not. 

“but i’m really tired of being angry leah.” you continued, the word ‘but’ sending a slither of hope through leah as she looked back towards you. “and i do miss you, so id really like it if we could be friends again.”

“i’d really like that too. having you back in any capacity is more than i deserve and more than good enough for me.” leah smiled wider than you’d seen in a while. even on your stalks through instagram you knew that half those smiles were fake.  

“friends?”

“friends.”

the long awaited part 2! decided there will be at least 1-2 more parts of this just bare with me. enjoy🤍

[mapiforpresident]

Potato Prank

Alexia x reader (blurb)

warnings: none

~~~

“Oni, catch” you shouted as you jumped on her back.

“Get off me, idiota,” she laughed at you.

“I’m good.”

She shrugged, then grabbed onto your legs, holding you up as you leaned around and kissed her cheek.

“Hey, get off my girlfriend, you have your own,” Lucy said, walking over with a pout and trying to playfully push you off.

“Don’t be salty just because your girlfriend loves me more,” you told her as you stuck your tongue out at her. “Besides, my girlfriend is annoyed with me right now anyway, and I’m trying to hide from her.”

“What did you do this time?”

“I replaced her bar of soap this morning with a raw potato. It was absolutely hilarious, but now she wants me to run laps.”

“It was not that hilarious, y/n. You’re going to be laughing about your prank tonight from the couch.”

“Oh hi Ale, mi amor, I love you so much. I didn’t see you walk over here.”

“I am not getting in the middle of this,” Ona said, dropping you in front of her captain and going over to continue staring at her own girlfriend with her lovesick puppy eyes.

“Coward,” you shouted after her.

Alexia was glaring at you with her eyes narrowed.

“I’m really sorry, amor. It was just a harmless prank. Mapi saw it on TikTok and sent it to me, telling me to try it out on you, and if I did it successfully, she was going to buy me that new Xbox game I want,” you rushed out, trying to get your girlfriend to forgive you.

“You’re telling the truth, bebé?” She asked. You nodded your head.

“Okay, I forgive you, amor. Just don’t do it again,” she said, smiling again. She leaned down and pulled you into a quick kiss, knowing the two of you were still in front of your teammates.

“MARÍA PILAR LEÓN CEBRIÁN!” Alexia shouted after she released you from the hug. You started laughing as Mapi realized she had nowhere to run and instead hid behind Ingrid as Alexia stomped over towards her, looking ready to kill her.

[hamsternella]

Have you seen that anime about the elusive samurai?? Could you write something with a reader who is a hashira and acts like the protagonist? +yandere pillars and muzan/other demons🤭

[PART 1] Yandere!Hashiras (+Muzan and demons) x Elusive!Reader

cw: yandere themes, stalking, blood, gore, violence, forced relationship, mdni

SO SORRY but it doesn't allow me to put more images, so here is the link to the second part where the demons + muzan are included: HEREEEE

TIP JAR

Ubuyashiki could be a man capable of predicting the future, and thus save himself a great deal of trouble that would jeopardize the safety of his family or his company of Pillars. But all people have a breaking point—and you were, without a doubt, that point.

No one really knew when you became a Pilar. Not even Ubuyashiki himself was sure. This was because of your elusive and confusing nature; the way you seemed to totally detach yourself from everything and everyone, all the time. You were not a bad person at all. You were just... misunderstood, let's say.

You accomplished all your missions on time, and you were undoubtedly a defender of your people with all your heart and pride on the edge of your sword. You were also known as the 'Elusive Pillar', due to your obvious nature. If anything, the real reason you were still alive was because of your enormous ability to dodge and escape from dangerous situations instead of attacking.

If a demon recognized you, the others knew there was no way to beat you: you were going to make them desperate, and eventually their hunger would turn to frustration. People loved you unconditionally for that reason. It was even funny.

To Ubuyashiki and the other Pillars, the reason for your loyalty to the cause was unknown. Why on earth had you become part of the team? No, indeed, how did you even manage it?

You could go against the evil of the world, the injustices and the demons; but not for a murderous hatred, and much less for money, because clearly your salary was the lowest. Your interest was nil. During fights you preferred to work alone, because you enjoyed the chase and the weight of death on your heels.

And you always laughed. Always. God help us, because at this point you even looked like a crazy person.

Otherwise, you were almost never with Ubuyashiki and the Pillars. Who knows where you would be fulfilling missions; eating or sleeping at night. It was difficult to contact you because even your crow had had enough of you—a peck on your head and never came back. Trusting someone lonely and who seemed to play between life and death was too much even for the natural course of the universe, if even a crow didn't want you around.

But as much fun as the idea of continuing to play blindly with death was, duty eventually came to your door, materialized in the form of Ubuyashiki's crow. The animal announced the arrival of new subjects and a demon that promised scientific advances; and the truth is that it was impossible for you to contain your curiosity.

Your approach to the team not only led you to reconnect with the Pillars, and thus take back the place that belonged to you, but also to meet special demons that promised another kind of glimpse of what was your good friend. The most loyal, honest and eternal companion.

Death. Or maybe something more—something terrible.

Gyomei

The Stone Pillar considers you a necessary member, but condemns your childish attitude. He does not believe that your uprooting will bring positive things, both for you and for them; and he fears, of course, for your safety when you fail to report your condition after many months away from home. Gyomei thinks you could do with some training to forge some character in you, and asks Ubuyashiki to allow him to be your teacher.

Needless to say, the decision doesn't seem like a good idea to you. For the first few days you disappear again; and if you return at all, it's to steal some food from the kitchens and to play with Nezuko, who turned out to be a pleasant companion with whom you can enjoy a moment's peace. Gyomei catches you in the act, but holds back and says nothing. He secretly begins to discover facets that he thought were alien to you—and he begins to like that. His perception of you eventually changes.

Gyomei would gradually become a silent stalker. That would lead him to take advantage of the information he gets from you in your vulnerable moments, in order to connect with you when he can catch you in the middle of your escapades. He uses his wits to avoid being discovered; and although guilt weighs on his conscience, a strange pleasure settles in his heart.

With the delicacy of a petal against the lips, Gyomei rests his against your ear on the coldest nights; sighing sensitive words of encouragement, finding morbid satisfaction in how you melt and surrender yourself before him. When you decide to give him a chance, finding in him a sensitive soul who understands you incredibly, you end up undressing your soul, and you share with him part of your past. Why you are like this.

The story of your family being slaughtered brings the Stone Pillar down completely. You tell him how a distant relative betrayed your parents, selling them with no shame. You survived by the grace of the Gods; while your siblings ended their own lives, terrified that the same demon might return for them. Over the years you found it impossible to end your life as they did. There was something inside you—a flame. It wasn't courage or honor; neither was it a thirst for revenge. You simply wanted to live.

Gyomei understands that you and he are somewhat alike, and if that alone doesn't fuel his craze for you, the fact that you are so fragile definitely does. Fragile for him, at least. A voracious hunger begins to take hold of his being; the need to contain and possess you, to never let you escape again. The idea that you still want to savor the brush of death and enjoy the chase burns within his heart. Gyomei can't believe you're going to go on living like it's nothing; even after that night he confided his past to you too.

Gyomei would be a soft yandere. He doesn't use brute force to keep you in line. He prefers to mold you emotionally and psychologically. He would know how to follow you silently; he would use all the information he gets from this to get you, to make you need him, and maybe make you more docile and to never escape from there. From him. He would use your past misfortunes to brainwash you, considering that he loves your dependence on him.

Gyomei doesn't mind if you remain a Pillar. Although if in the end you decide to give that up he wouldn't mind either…

Tengen

Tengen considers you a curious specimen. He finds it fascinating to meet a person as agile as he is, who seems to understand the techniques of a speed fight. Imagine the surprise that engulfs him when, challenging you to a race, he finds that there is no way to track you by sound—you are quick and delicate as a leaf in the wind.

Nevertheless, the Sound Pillar feels conflicted with other facts. For example, that your loyalty to Ubuyashiki is merely a matter of convenience, since for you none of this is part of honor or revenge directly as they are; and eventually, Tengen feels both distrustful and fascinated at the same time.

How are you supposed to relate to him if the guy is giving mixed signals all the time? As the weeks go by you decide it's best to ignore him—and Tengen, of course, hates that. The frustration of not being able to be with you, since you run away all the time, leads him to put aside prejudice in order to enjoy training and racing with you. On one of those days he finds Gyomei spying on you, and the Sound Pillar can't hide a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't annoyance; the truth is that he was also intrigued to know what you were doing in your free time (which was technically almost all the time).

Tengen would be slow to realize that he is falling on his knees before you. He thinks it's because he has found a good partner, with whom he can enjoy many fun times. But the truth is that it's hard to control his feelings when he discovers that Gyomei has managed to have you in the palm of his hand; not only getting honest about who you are, but also monopolizing your time by becoming your teacher. An accumulation of jealousy leads him to eventually accept that he has begun to like you. You know—more than a friend.

I said it would take him a while to figure it out, didn't I? I hope you know how to prepare yourself very well for when Tengen accepts the inevitable. There's no turning back when he decides there's no reason to hide or repress his feelings for you. The Sound Pillar does everything to hinder your encounters with Gyomei; and even proposes to help you in your training when he notices how close you are to the Stone Pillar. Although it pains him to accept that you appreciate his partner, Tengen understands that he can't simply force you to stop talking to him.

The truth is that I don't think Tengen is a violent or extremely jealous yandere. Of course, as his obsession with having you to himself increases, so does his jealousy or harmful thoughts if he finds you too close to Gyomei, for example. But like the Stone Pillar, he is incapable of laying a hand on you… at least in violent terms—because sexually speaking, the Sound Pillar is increasingly thirsty. Unlike Gyomei, who finds pleasure in the emotional control he has over you, Tengen prefers to be physically dominant and have your attention and devotion on him at all times.

The day he discovers something from your past is the day you can consider yourself lost. Tengen will try everything in his power to familiarize you with his wives —always imagining that you could be among them, as a partner, good friend and lover—, and thus bind you emotionally; taking advantage of the fact that Gyomei opened a past wound. Tengen wants to show you that he can help you forget the pain with his great qualities. Sex, money, fun... Anything you want, he can give you. Do you want to cheat death? He will help you with that! Of course, then you have to be good, and return the favors... And who are you to refuse a good friend?

As long as your attention and adoration are on him, Tengen has no problem with you remaining a Pillar and talking to others. But at the end of the day he must always be your priority! Because, when you have to leave your post, you have to know how to satisfy him to fulfill your role by being at home with everyone else.

Yep, he's made up his mind. He has to be fast if he wants to get you. Even faster than you.

Kyōjurō

Well, let's see. You didn't like this guy at first. What the hell with that smile? And that voice? God, if anything he can seem like someone so nice, but the first moment he meets you the only thing that comes out of his mouth is: 'I don't accept your ways! But I welcome you, Elusive Pillar!’ And that's not a bad thing—please don't be misunderstood. You didn't expect them to open their arms to you as soon as you arrived; you understood it was going to be difficult if they'd hardly ever seen you in their lives. But this guy was something else.

Although Kyōjurō is not entirely convinced of your participation in the cause, you two now have Tengen in common. He appreciates you both very much, and the Flame Pillar notices it; so he tries with minimal interest to relate to you in order to understand what it is that fascinates others so much. It doesn't take him long to become equally fascinated with your agility and wit. You're quite charming, too! Suddenly Kyōjurō's smile grows naturally—his heart vibrates with excitement as a new day begins with your face in front of his.

The Flame Pillar is a typical sunshine. You quickly grow fond of him, and deeply appreciate his company. At first it was hard to put up with his yelling, and let's not even get started on how hard it is to talk to him because of his poor hearing. But other than that, Kyōjurō is a real sweetheart of a person that you love spending time with; you play together, eat together, and he even supports you unconditionally in your training and everything you do... until these same goals begin to pull you away from him.

You can't wish for things so different from him! The Flame Pillar loves your way of dealing with society's problems —demons or crime in general—, but he knows that sooner or later your true goals are going to lead you to not concentrate all your energy on your training, and with that, to move away from him and the cause. Kyōjurō wants you to stay with them forever... Well, the truth is that he wants you to stay with him forever, rather.

The Flame Pillar knows how to use his charm on others to drag shame and guilt on you. How do you go against the ideas of someone as respected as him? Impossible! Imagine how hard it is to start missing training, meals or meetings when everyone is betting on your participation because of Kyōjurō; the way even Ubuyashiki eats the story that the Flame Pillar puts on the table for him. Gyomei himself proposed it, and Tengen fully supported it.

‘Master! This person is very valuable to us, but it is difficult for them to accept it… Their past haunts them—the pain of loss and distrust of themselves. They are afraid! Master, please propose Elusive Pillar's compulsory and absolute participation with us! We are their friends and we want them to take command of their territory and responsibilities as a Pillar.’

Kyōjurō is an extremely possessive yandere, but not jealous. He loves to imagine that it will be practically impossible for you to escape if everyone starts to get familiar with you. Maybe you'll find a better goal if you see that everyone loves you! Why wish for death, when there is a huge and powerful family that can bring you greater pleasure? Besides, it would be a shame to jeopardize your abilities for an unnecessary whim such as playing with fate; always between life and death, escaping from those who can appreciate and love you.

The Flame Pillar is a delusional man. It doesn't matter how much you show your discomfort; nor how much you fight or escape countless nights, when everyone is asleep. He really believes you do it because you're afraid of the truth: you need them, and especially him. You crave affection, protection and unconditional support. You long for someone like him—a person capable of providing for you in all the ways you lack in your own capacity. But don't be ashamed! Kyōjurō will do whatever it takes to make sure that your ideas —and your legs, which really would be a shame if something were to happen to them— don't get in the way of the dazzling future that awaits with your new family... and partners, too. The Flame Pillar has no intention of abandoning his own yearnings with you.

Giyū

Giyū doesn't give a shit about you. The truth is, he doesn't agree with your actions, and disinterest is his first response to anything to do with you. So what if you're agile? So what if you're resourceful? What good is it if others fight to get Ubuyashiki's word to keep you locked up and forced to work on other terms? Giyū knows you're not going to take it seriously one way or the other. You're not even here for money, food or shelter—you're here for fun!

The Water Pillar finds it offensive that you show your face every morning in the main yards. Your hand on your sword and your back straight; eyes attentive to everyone and everything. He doesn't quite understand your dynamic either. Why are you so good at EVERYTHING you do when you fight? What is your purpose? Giyū feels that the world becomes three times more confusing when he must leave on a mission with you, and until you have the demon stressed you don't give even one cut with your sword. NOT EVEN ONE.

In spite of everything, he cannot deny that the Gods are on your side because of the way you dodge death with every step you take. Every leap is minutely calculated; every turn, every laugh, even. You dare not waste air—your breaths are precise and clean. Your technique is immaculate.

The Water Pillar swallows his prejudices when you end up saving his life. You decapitated the last demon with simplicity, smiling sweetly at him. Giyū didn't know the reason, or maybe he wanted to ignore it; but from that day on he had to give Kyōjurō the reason. To the things he and the others whispered about you on the sly. Because yes, just as you read it: Giyū might be as frustrated as he wanted to show, but he couldn't shake the charm of your smile and the impact of your presence around him.

Don't think this will make him want to spend time with you anyway. This guy is going to go on for a while ignoring you after he greets you in the morning. His eyes will roam over your figure, his hands will trace the fabric of your haori when you least expect it, and maybe he'll allow himself to take a walk to catch you sneaking around playing in the trees, wanting to hear your laughter... But nah, don't think it's because he's interested in you. Right?

Giyū is extremely weird. He doesn't understand that he likes you; and when Tengen makes a joke alluding to it, the Water Pillar can't help but feel deeply hurt that you don't even care about that. The feeling passes, but the disappointment there lingers. Giyū is embarrassed and confused. What is wrong with you? What is this unhealthy interest? The walks among the trees increase; and it's all about learning more about you and discovering what drives him so much to you. It's just that. It really is.

The thing with Giyū is this: the guy ends up coming to the conclusion that it's all due to pure and simple admiration for you. Nothing more. He talks it over with Kyōjurō —for he doesn't trust Tengen and his humor; neither does he trust Gyomei and his need to keep all information concerning you to himself—, and with a bit of manipulation here and there is where the real trouble begins. The Water Pillar is a new man.

Giyū would take a long time to demonstrate his yandere nature, but once he does, for you it's where hell on earth unleashes its first waves of heat. A warning. The Water Pillar is possessive and jealous, but he doesn't communicate it with words; he prefers to punish you physically with light activities, and humiliate you with a kind of ice law to make you feel lonely. Of course he'll join in with the others, and take advantage of this to gain your attention and affection, so that he can get inside your head and manage you as he pleases. And, hey, don't tell anyone, but... Giyū doesn't enjoy having to share you.

His darkest dream is that something terrible would happen to you, to those beautiful, fast legs, so that you would abandon your post and he could lock you away from the world. You would be just for him—to discover together other kinds of morbid pleasures that don't have to bring you so close to death, and thus away from him.

Sanemi

I'll keep it short and clear with this guy: it's going to hurt like hell, and where suffering is optional, with him it's inevitable and unstoppable. Your encounter with the Wind Pillar begins and ends with a fight, where he refuses to 'team up with someone as hopeless as you'. Just as you thought sensibly about Kyōjurō you did so with Sanemi, but of course you came to be offended by his violent behavior. The discomfort was such that you ended up running away for the whole day; terrified at the thought of having to share another space with him.

Sanemi doesn't exactly hate you, but he doesn't appreciate you either. It's a middle ground... that always ends with an explosion on his part. Screams, fists in the air; occasionally your terrified face. That's funny to him—your grimace of terror. You can be unstoppable to demons, and maybe charm others with your wit or shit whatever it is you hide up your sleeve, but he'd rather keep the charm of your fear to himself. You're so small and easy to take down with a scream. You are pathetic.

The Wind Pillar would be one of the most difficult to conquer/accompany. Relating to him means that you're going to have to put up with banging and yelling; although if you decide to walk away, he will eventually find out one way or another about your past. At first it's annoying mutterings, all coming from what he considers to be your 'pathetic followers'. Then the odd encounter with Kyōjurō, where Sanemi can't ignore honorific mentions of you and your achievements in battle; as well as your amazing personality and authenticity. To the Wind Pillar all this is pure garbage. Why should he be interested?

'They are pathetic. Are you telling me that they come to take part in a cause for the fun of it? So what if they fight and defend? It's the minimum and indispensable; I'm not going to applaud them. Nor do I find much merit in them being fast or agile... How else are they going to survive if they're not? Fuck them—with their ways of doing things, here and there. Whatever. I don't want to talk about this again, Rengoku.'

It gets to a point where Sanemi can't get over the frustration. His partner's voice keeps drilling into his head—his words about you; the way you 'so well' fight or handle yourself around, melting into the environment as you carry yourself with simplicity and divine graces... Needless to say, at night the Wind Pillar corners you after witnessing your training. The result? A 'let's fight, you piece of garbage', and a beating that leaves you stone dead for a week. It is humiliating for Sanemi to have to accept what others whispered in the shadows: you were charming. And not just charming, let's be honest; also fast and agile.

Like Tengen, the Wind Pillar would begin to let go of certain prejudices in order to spend quality time with you. In other words, simple training. Sometimes also because of how easy it was to be with you even in the silence, thanks to that way you have of being: so calm, but at the same time on par with the flow of life. It's as if you are aware of things that humans normally ignore. Sanemi didn't know how to explain it—it seemed complicated and therefore annoying. He preferred not to be annoyed with you; who knows if he would end up beating you to a pulp again.

Kyōjurō seizes the opportunity and leaves the rest of the work in the hands of Gyomei, whom Sanemi deeply respects. The latter gives him an account of nefarious events that end your family's story, and of the real reason behind Ubuyashiki's words regarding your new role in the cause. The Wind Pillar since then keeps seeing you with different eyes; his own heart spinning as he imagines your small figure —that of a creature; a child— facing such macabre scenarios. He understands on the one hand why you act the way you do. The image of his own brother dancing in his mind, with bitter memories tangling with yours. He's going crazy and the feeling is strange.

Sanemi will begin to silently admire you. With that comes other particular things, like his drastic mood swings; being bitter, maybe angry at something or someone, and then an appearance from you keeps him shy or silent. It's strange to you—but you don't question anything about it. You love being able to have a normal coexistence together with Wind Pillar, whom you admire greatly for his strength.

Sanemi, along with Iguro and Shinobu, would be the most dangerous once their yandere natures come out. The Wind Pillar is quick to understand that he wants and NEEDS to protect you. He is capable of anything for it, even hurting you enough to cripple you. He is a passionate lover; he wishes he could hold you in his arms, and can only bear to share you normally with Iguro; filling his head with ideas to set his eyes on you. So watch out, because Sanemi is going to do the impossible to make you understand (physical, psychological or sexual punishments. All of it). Maybe it's time for him to share more time with Tengen—something interesting could come out of it to try out with you.

Iguro

How come? Sanemi's on his knees for you? The Snake Pillar feels like the world is upside down when he finds his friend's lost eyes for you. And why is that, by any chance? He doesn't quite understand; but he's willing to find out. Of course it's not easy, considering that even with your reduced schedule due to training and meetings you're still on the run and doing your own thing. In dark times, in pain and illness, you are still you. He admires that very much.

Iguro is another dangerous yandere who accepts his own nature without shame. As soon as Sanemi fills his head with topics referring to you, he marches and includes himself in your routines to learn more about who you really are and the things that make you up. For you it's awkward, of course—the encounters are forced. Iguro judges you all the time, though he soon realizes that you're not at all like Giyū: someone haughty who passes over others. It's a relief to him. How could he have doubted his friend's judgment?

The Snake Pillar invites you to trainings, either alone with him or even when the Wind Pillar is available as well. It's hard for you to keep up when they attack you so eagerly. You can tell how much fun they have with you, fascinated by your movements and your charm when you get caught up in the moment; for Iguro it's a feast for the eyes and ears, with your laughter vibrating in his memory when you're not there. It doesn't take long for the Snake Pillar to feel repulsed by his feelings for you as they begin to emerge. He finds it bold on his part; considering himself unpleasant and unable to live up to you.

Just like Giyū and Gyomei, Iguro will start stalking you to satiate his need for you. In one of those many silent pursuits he'll end up hearing a couple of curious murmurs from the others, and as if his fascination for you wasn't enough, with whispers about your past and a couple of more private details he ends up accepting that he can't —nor wants to— tear you out of his head. From here the stalking increases, and you know he's there, but you don't say anything. You think it's halfway understandable; you weren't going to be marching with freedom so easily yet. Although the reason you had in mind was totally different from what they had.

Once the contempt stage passes and your words of encouragement reach the Snake Pillar's heart, considering that your friendship with him increases over time, Iguro will be more than willing to be faithful to you completely. He will attend to your needs whenever he can and you need him to; he will give you emotional support, as one would imagine a man devoted to his lover; and he will be defending the territory around you like an animal. He is a possessive yandere, and quite violent with the reason of his obsession if he doesn't get what he wants: your attention and reciprocation. Needless to say, just like Giyū, Iguro hates having to share you. When he learns that Tengen has plans to take you into his domain to fulfill alongside his wives, fury consumes him.

The Snake Pillar is not entirely okay with you continuing to take on your responsibility as a Pillar. What's more, with the Wind Pillar they had wicked conversations; full of plans on how to get you to retire forcibly. At first it's a soft thing—the sweetness falling from his lips like a whisper. As desperation takes over his mind, and with it bitter fantasies where he loses you completely, Iguro loses patience and accepts Sanemi's help to humiliate and break you mentally. Who knows... maybe even this will lead you to despair; and with it, to a terrible accident.

But you don't have to be afraid! Iguro has suffered for a long time from confinement. He understands that your charm comes from that beautiful freedom, with which you can walk around and sing for him. Iguro loves to hear your laughter. So when you retire, he will be more than willing to accompany you and keep an eye on you; always attentive to your needs, and then you can calmly return home, where you will lie for the rest of your life in a quiet and safe routine, far from death. The Snake Pillar trembles with excitement, unable to process how happy it feels to dream of that future where he has you tamed. Where you are docile and always by his side.

Muichiro (platonic)

Muichiro forgets you as soon as you introduce yourself after a meeting. The Mist Pillar, who is just a child at your side, not even acknowledges you from then on; passing you without greeting, losing his attention on the shapes of the clouds, and remaining silent, his eyes fixed somewhere when you speak to him. It's strange—but you don't question much else.

The only way I can see this boy ending up obsessing over you is after a messy fight. Not that he will be immediately attached to you; but he will certainly remember your face and voice clearly when you have saved his life. It's as if you've reached a weak spot inside his mind, in a dusty corner. The honorable way in which you risked your life to save a couple of children from several hungry demons, with a speech directed towards the Mist Pillar and his behavior, undoubtedly interfered with a barrier in his heart.

Muichiro is jealous, but only if he loses his priority for attention. If you put him at the top of your agenda, rest assured that you won't have to deal with his bad temper, which is pretty funny—but don't let his tenderness blind you. The Mist Pillar may do unpleasant things, never directed at you, in order to have you all to himself.

The loss of his family at such an early age, and in a traumatic way, leads Muichiro to cling to you in order to feel the normality he lost years ago. At the beginning it's something soft: glances, smiles, training sessions together, meals... By the time you realize it, you have the Mist Pillar inside your territory. It's like having a little brother. It's tender, but over time it becomes insistent.

Kyōjurō takes this opportunity to try to mimic Muichiro within your family picture—convince your brain that the wounded boy could be saved by you, just as you never could with your own siblings. It's cruel, but at the end of the day it works successfully. You may not see the Mist Pillar as normal at all; but he is patient, and he is willing to pull the strings to force you to like him if necessary.

Muichiro is a soft yandere, who enjoys being affectionate and receiving equal treatment. Like others of his peers, he doesn't quite agree with you being a Pillar; but he also can't imagine a future where he can't fight by your side. He loves to watch you dance among the leaves, moving your legs almost as if you were flying—never touching the ground enough, looking like a bird about to dart toward the enemy with the edge of your sword as its beak.

But as much as he adores you, Muichiro understands that he has to take care of you if he wants to continue to enjoy your presence and your affection. The way? By ruining your wings a little... just enough for you to flap them when he wants you to; but to make it impossible for you to fly away. You'd lose the charm if you have to be put in a cage, no matter how much others think it's optimal.

The Mist Pillar has dark ideas, but they are born out of the fear of losing you. From his affection for you. He is mostly someone tender and possessive, willing to mental manipulation rather than physical punishment. The latter would be the one he would never choose, unless you force him.

Shinobu

Sadistic and unstoppable. That's how Shinobu can be described. She would have been obsessed with you long ago, perhaps since you arrived with the other Pillars; but she would not be close to you completely until time passes, and with the arrival of Kyōjurō and his confirmation about the popular interest in you is when she decides she might join the plan.

The Insect Pillar is someone who enjoys good conversation, medicine and peace. She is too quiet and can barely care deeply about anything other than her job as a Pillar. Other than that, forget about it. So imagine her surprise when she learns of your arrival—Ubuyashiki's words echoing in her head as she prepares everything to inspect your health.

Suspicion blossoms first. Shinobu doesn't quite buy the reason you became a Pillar, but feigns understanding about your case and listens with sincere interest to your anecdotes. Discovering that you have traveled and fought around many new places, with demons of all kinds and a secret past, begins to sting deep inside her. At the beginning it is just that: curiosity and distrust. She refuses to so freely allow anyone who has been away for so long. I mean, you're the first Pillar in history to have been away from their post for so long! What's the point of that?

Because you have to attend often for the beatings Sanemi gives you, or for regular checkups for health issues that Ubuyashiki is concerned about, Shinobu finds herself starting varied conversations with you, because she finds you a good companion. You learn new things about medicine, and impart to her techniques you learned far away, having to meet doctors from hidden villages. The Insect Pillar considers you an interesting and powerful member.

The moment where Shinobu starts to like you is unclear. As if that wasn't enough, her signals are confusing, and she doesn't fully share her feelings with you or anyone else. To you, the Insect Pillar is terrifying with her empty eyes and inaccurate temperament. To her, you are charming and interesting; with a bright personality that helps her dispel anger and sadness.

You don't often see the Insect Pillar, but she is always one step behind you. There's no escaping when her obsession grows and is fed by Kyōjurō and the others. Just like Iguro and Giyū, Shinobu is a potential stalker, feeding her delusions with whatever she can gather from your daily routines. These same fantasies grow with the help of her companions, and it won't be long before she starts using her poisons to create new drugs to use on you.

Shinobu has no problem using physical punishment. What's more, her regular talks with Sanemi always end with a topic referring to you. She agrees with the Wind Pillar about leaving you immobilized so that you will never again endanger your life by being a Pillar. Needless to say, she is not easily moved; there would be no way for your tears or pleas to do anything in her heart.

The Insect Pillar has lost someone very special in a cruel way at the hands of a demon. Of course, you are much more agile and quicker, able to play with death without fear climbing up your back. But how long until your legs fail? How long until no one can ever hear your voice again?

Birds continue to sing even inside their cages.

Mitsuri

The Love Pillar is enchanted by you from the first moment she lays her eyes on you. She is fascinated by your ways: from the way you run, to the way you train, to the way you laugh or fight. Everything about you is incredibly cool and, of course, attractive. How could anyone hold back when they see your smile? Even your voice and shyness when Ubuyashiki introduces you to the whole team is charming.

Mitsuri is by far the Pillar you like the most besides Gyomei. Both are sweet and understanding; although just like Kyōjurō, the Love Pillar is delusional about what you want, and what she thinks is really what you should want. You don't pay enough attention to everything she says about it; you don't think there's anything you need to change. You are very clear about what you want and what you don't want.

Mitsuri doesn't agree with your escapades at all. She loves to see you being happy, and especially if it's because of her that you laugh so beautifully. But is it really necessary for you to seek such cruel things as death to give your life meaning? What is it that you are really looking for, deep down in your heart? The Love Pillar is worried that something terrible will happen to you and you will no longer be able to use your legs. It would be unfortunate if you could no longer dance and train together.

Unlike other Pillars, this girl wouldn't find satisfaction at all in having to hurt you to make you stay. Mitsuri prefers to use words... and well, let's be honest, maybe a LITTLE bit of force—but only to scare you. For her the best thing is to have you psychologically handled; the purest emotions, such as love, will keep you tied to her with honesty.

The Love Pillar has no problem sharing you—the more the merrier! There may be Pillars that she likes more than others, but in general she doesn't believe in having preferences when it comes to taking care of you and loving you. Mitsuri is not jealous; her security reaches to the skies, and her concern to have you satisfied is greater than any other negative feelings that could take place in her regarding your other partners (even if you don't think they are, but now you have them!).

The truth is, it would be hard to tell when she becomes obsessed with you. The Love Pillar may seem casual in showing her love for you, but it only takes a moment of desperation where it seems like you're going to vanish from her life to find her obsessive nature. Mitsuri is capable of crying, begging, and in one last —and terrible— instance even outright manipulating you, just so you won't leave her side.

The Love Pillar is very sweet and attentive, but also capricious. If it were up to her, she would do everything she could to be glued to your side so she could kiss you, hug you and live as your shadow. Her biggest dream? To have a family with you, of course! Imagine how beautiful the two of you would look together; a beautiful western style house in the background, with a traditional garden where you could sit and eat pancakes and watch Muichiro train, who of course is part of the family and Mitsuri already adopted —secretly— as your little brother.

But I would like to, you know, give you a little warning. Notice well how much Kyōjurō starts to impact on Mitsuri. Especially if you decide to reject her attempts; because then her obsession would become violent, and that means that maybe the impact on you would no longer be solely psychological. I tell you this in case you cherish your legs very much, for example. I don't think you would want to lose them.

Just as I don't think they would like to lose you.

[s0apmactav1sh]

Traitor AU! 141 x male reader.

TW: Violence. Mentions of a knife? Reader going through physical torture. Youve been warned

Theres so real mention of pronouns but reader is a male. Minors, fem alligned do not interact. My works are purely for 18 + and are male centered. Thank you.

- Price who gives the order after a tip off directing them in your direction. For what? For giving out info on the recent mission that got them ambushed. You who wakes up in an interrogation room by freezing cold water being splashed over you.

- Ghost who carries out the first part of the punishments they deemed reasonable for your betrayal. Choosing which bones to break that would cause the most pain and injury to you. Starting with bashing in your knees to make sure you wouldnt be walking out of there. Next deciding on breaking a few ribs. To hell you be damned. Each bone broken had you writhing in pain and pleading with him that it wasnt you.

- Ghost who leaves you with several broken bones all over. None of them even caring to question you. Its not like he comes back either. No he stays away after that being unable to look at your face without seeing a traitor. He had half a mind to go back in to break your jaw or give you a black eye but that was to be left up to soap or gaz.

- Soap. Who wasnt usually quick to anger but this? Was unforgivable and you deserved it right? Each time he took the knife to add another cut somewhere a small voice was telling them there was something wrong. But he shook it off taking out his frustration on you cutting you up. Swapping out different blades depending on how angry he was feeling in the minute.

- Gaz who doesnt even go when its his turn instead ignoring your pleas for them to listen. Just watching you through the two way mirror as other soldiers go in and take there revenge for you betraying them. Watching how they beat you bloody, broke bones like ghost had done, cut you up like soap had done and spread the word like price had done.

- You who gave up fighting against it all after 3 days of the constant beatings and torment you were going through. You tried convincing yourself that they were only angry because they thought it was you. Theyd surely come rescue out of there as soon as they came to their senses. Right? Right??

- You who gave up the hope after two weeks. None of them had returned leaving it up to the other soldiers to torture and do what the wanted to you. Your body had numbed most of the pain. Even when a soldier took a pilars to your teeth. Ripping some of them out. When said solider then broke your jaw with the same pilars leaving your mouth a bloody mess.

- Price who was going mad at not finding anything that he could properly pin the betrayal on you. All he had was the tip off but even then was it true? No. It wasnt. Ghost had caught the proper mole. The one who was selling information. The one who had framed you.

- Price who demanded all torture towards you stop. But it wasnt quick enough. Most of the wounds left were infected from being left untreated in a damp room. Even medics were sure you'd heal properly because they werent allowed in to asses your injuries until now.

- Ghost who felt guilty but didnt show it. He was disgusted with how easily they all believed it, how quick they were to resort to torture. Soap who couldnt believe the little voice in the back of his head that he had been ignoring was telling the truth. After seeing you in the hospital covered in bandages and casts for the broken bones he knew he shouldve listened to it but he was blinded by his anger.

- Gaz who had refused to visit you, almost like he had refused to torture you. It didnt mean he wasnt as bad as the rest of them. No he had let others do his piece for him which made him just as bad. Now all he cpuld do was watch you through the mirror to your hospital room hoping you'd heal.

- Price who was in denial over what he had done. Refusing to accept he had given the order. He had been to visit seeing you hook up to the machines the fact that you would have to take leave for who knows how long. And the possible chance that you would never be the same. Torture did things to people, altered their mindsets and he was worried that would happem to you.

- You would didnt properly wake up until a month later, medics having to sedate you when you did wake up since the pain was clearly unbearable from the way you thrashed and squirmed in the bed. You who had to be strapped down so you didnt fall and worsen the injuries that were struggling to heal already.

- You who couldnt even look at any of them when they finally came to visit. Just staring up at the ceiling. Deep in thought remembering the harsh words they screamed at you the way they tortured you in that room for 17 days straight. They tried their best to talk to you or get you to look at them but you couldnt. Nor would you. You didnt feel safe around them. A chill piercing you each time they even touched you.

-now came the question was what would you do when you healed?

Pt 2???

[pelova4president]

All eyes on you II

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Fridolina Rölfo x Reader

All eyes on you I

summary~ After making their intentions very clear they take control.

!warnings! 18+ smut, dirty talk, making out, masturbation, oral, fingering, praising/degrading, strap-on use, blowjob, orgasm denial, thigh riding

“Maria why don’t you get her ready to take a cock then. I’m sure she’d appreciate that, don’t go easy on her though. You know how we want this evening to go.” Ingrid instructed Maria. They’ve been fucking planning this.

The thought of them planning this out, wanting you like that drove you crazy. With you still between Frido's thighs, Mapi made her way towards you. She made a show of leaning over you to take the blonde behind you in for a kiss. You looked up, trying to see the passionate interaction between the two of them. But Ingrid wouldn't let you, taking your face into her hands and kissing you just as passionate.

Mapi took that moment to slide your panties aside. Spitting on her fingers she rubbed at your clit. You moaned into Ingrid's mouth, giving her easy access to slide her tongue in. She took total control over the kiss, like she'd been doing all night.

Ingrid left your lips swollen. With Ingrid next to you Mapi kissed up your legs, kissing your inner thighs and slowly moving up your pussy. The Spaniard began licking your pussy in slow motions, not wanting to give you satisfaction yet. Both of Frido's hands cup your tits, groping them gently with her palms. Her fingers tug at your nipples, pulling out a string of breathy moans from you. "That's it, make some pretty noises for us." the blonde whispers in your ear.

The defender in front of you began circling your clit. Putting just enough pressure to receive pleasure from it, but not enough to really get anything from it. “Mapi, need more. Give me more.” you moaned out, tired from all the teasing. You just wanted something. “You think you’re the one making calls here? I’ll give you what i want and you’ll take it or you can forget the idea of an orgasm at all.” the replied sternly. Mapi may not be the hardest dom in the room but she still had control over you.

After what felt like forever, she finally pushed a finger inside you. Fucking you slowly, she pushed another one in without a warning, stretching your hole out. And while you're being ruined by Maria Frido's whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "You're so pretty. You're doing amazing sweet girl." she kisses you behind your ear.

Almost reaching your peak you try to let the woman between your legs know. "Mapi fuck- 'm gonna cum." you moan out, your head falling onto Frido's shoulder behind you. But before you could let loose Mapi's fingers disappeared. With a frown you looked down. "Why'd you do that?" you asked her. Her face was soaked in your arousal, "You don't deserve it just yet." she grinned.

Frido stood up from behind you, placing you down next to Ingrid who was looking at you with hungry eyes. Her green eyes were filled with lust, the green being replaced by her dilated pupils.

Frido returned with two strap-ons, a blue one and a bigger red one. Mapi took finally took your dress off, taking your naked body. All three of the women in front of you were fully dressed, feeling so exposed you tried to cover up. "Why are you covering up?" Ingrid asked you confused, her brows knitted together. She looked around, seeing what bothered you.

"Quítate la ropa y no es sólo ella la que está desnuda" the dark haired woman spoke. You didn't exactly get what she said but you assumed it was something along the lines of 'take your clothes off' since they started stripping for you.

Ingrid was wearing a pink lingerie set, the colour complimenting her dark hair and light eyes. And while Frido was taking her clothes off, revealing a blue set, the colour of her eyes, Ingrid undressed the other woman. Mapi wore a simple black thong and lace bra. They were absolutely stunning. "Better now baby?" Frido smirked cockily, securing the strap-on around her hips.

With wide eyes you looked at her, how could she be so fucking hot. "Aw, looks like someone can't use their words, cute. But i think we can make that mouth a bit more useful hm?" You don't have time to respond. Maria's finger intrudes your mouth and she presses down on your tongue. "Suck" she commands, so that's what you did.

In the corner of your eyes you could see the Scandinavian women whisper something to each other. They saw you look and they smirked. "Get her mouth nice and ready for my dick Maria" Frido walked over. She stands in front of you, the silicon dick before you. "Go on, you thought you were the only one receiving pleasure tonight? Suck me off." she bluntly says.

Following her commands you begin taking the tip in your mouth. Slowly taking more in your mouth, on your pace. That was until Frido decided it wasn't enough. "I know you can suck dick better than that." she grunts. You're taken aback by her rough movement bringing her hips forward, forcing you to take the whole length at once, without warning. Trying to keep your breaths steady your open your throat up as much as you could. The tears prick in the corners of your eyes.

"You're doing good, so perfect." Maria sucks your pulse point after saying this, marking sure to leave a mark for everyone to see, "So fucking good for us". Maria was fucking herself next to you, her breaths getting more erratic by the second. Frido was close too, her hips were no longer pushing roughly into your mouth, now her movements were longs and deep.

"Joder- Fuck…" Maria cursed reaching her orgasm. "Jesus, gonna come in this slutty mouth of yours-" Frido groaned, her hips stuttering. Riding her orgasm out she took her dick out of your mouth. It was not that you saw Ingrid again. Mapi was wetting the red cock between her thighs.

"Are you gonna take all of this, pretty girl?" the Norwegian asked. "Yes please" you answered looking with glassy eyes. "So sweet, how can i see no to that face hm." you laid down on your back.

Ingrid teased your pussy, rubbing the tip against your clit. "Please Ingrid, i want you." you tried to convince her to stop the teasing. It worked, she pushed the tip inside, your mouth opening at the feeling of the stretch. Steadily, she moved the red dick further in. Her pounds were slow, almost like she wanted to tease you. "Come on Ingrid, the slut likes it rough." the blonde next to you said. Maria's head was thrown back, riding the girl's cock.

Ingrid started to get rougher. "Like this? Want me to treat you like a slut?" the sound of her hips coming in contact with the flesh of your ass. You bite your bottom lip hard to prevent a moan from escaping your lips as her mouth comes down to bite your neck. "Don't hold back those pretty noises for us." she licks the marks on your neck. You could feel that Ingrid was getting close too. "You're so fucking perfect, need more of you." The words tighten the knot in your belly. "Please please let me come. Need it." you begged once again. "Come for us" Ingrid said coming undone. With a scream of her name you reached your high.

The post orgasm haze was hitting you hard. Your sight was still blurry when Ingrid pulled out, offering you some water. Just when you thought you were done for the night, Frido offered you an offer you couldn't resist.

"Think you can take one more orgasm?" you nodded furiously, ready for another. "Yeah? If you really want one, you can you it yourself. Get off on Maria's thigh." she exchanged a glance with your teammates and gave you a smirk. "But," of course there had to be a catch. "if you don't get off before Ingrid does we get to fuck you whenever, however and how many times we want the whole of next week."

Mapi placed you on her thigh, one leg on each side of her thigh. But of course Ingrid didn't get the same treatment. Frido was giving her fucking head, while you had to do it all yourself. "Go on then, or can't you do it yourself now? We fucking ruined you for everyone eh? Including yourself." Mapi kissed up your shoulder.

You could hear Ingrid moan and the wet sounds of Frido's tongue on her pussy. It only made it harder for you. Grinding yourself down, you just couldn't find the right position. But when you finally did, it was heavenly. And now not only Ingrid was close but you were too. "I know you want to lose. Let her come first, amor." she was right, you did want to lose.

You held your orgasm off as long as you could and when you heard Ingrid reaching her peak you got the green light. Mapi guided you through your orgasm, leading your hips with her strong hands on your hips. "That's it, such a good girl." she praised you.

Tired from all the action you leaned forward, your head in the crook of her neck. The other two women got everything ready in the bedroom for you. "Gonna take you to bed now, okay." Mapi picked you up and walked you to their bedroom. Placing you on their soft mattress she cleaned you up. You felt the bed dip and all the women who ruined you just minutes ago laid down next to you.

Placing a kiss on your head Ingrid spoke, "Get some rest, you'll need it. We won, so this was just a tiny bit of what's to come." You hummed and snuggled into Frido who was already gone. "G' night, thank you" you mumbled before drifting off.

And eventually, they did get to show you their bedroom.

A/N definitely underestimated how hard it was to write an orgy but it's here. Thanks for reading :)

[corazona-das]

Una noche compartida

(Enzo Vogrincic & Pipe Otaño x reader)

1/2

tw: +18, diferencia de edad (no especificada), malas palabra.

————

Tu relación con Enzo era lo que siempre habías soñado, él era y será tu chico ideal. Su apariencia tan suave hizo que te llevaras una sorpresa demasiado grande al inicio de su relación. Realmente te volvía loca la dualidad que poseía en el ámbito sexual, era un espectáculo gratificante de ver, podía ser el hombre más vanilla del mundo visualmente, pero estando caliente era irreconocible, le gustaba todo lo que tenía que ver con verte a ti a su completa merced, juego previo, palabras denigrantes durante el acto, hasta fetiches que te daba vergüenza mencionar, todo consensuado claramente. Algo que te gustaba mucho de él era su seguridad en sí mismo, jamás fue alguien celoso, sabe bien lo que vale y lo que merece.

Desde que estás con el uruguayo no podías apartar la mirada de él, y estabas bien con eso, para ti este era el "primer amor de tu vida" y él se encargaba de darte la mejor experiencia de eso. Pensabas que era casi imposible que alguien más acaparara tu atención, y esto fue así, hasta que conociste a Felipe. Un hombre encantador de ojos claros y cabello oscuro, sonrisa cautivadora y personalidad mucho más que coqueta. Desde que lo viste comenzaste a dudar de tus propios criterios, jamás habías sido alguien infiel, y entre tus planes no estaba serlo, simplemente te parecía atractivo, era atractivo.

————

(semanas despues)

Para tu sorpresa, Felipe se había vuelto muy amigo de todo tu grupo, incluido En. Jamás cruzaron palabras estando solos, siempre fue el saludo cordial y uno que otro chiste cuando compartían tiempo juntos. Te gustaba su amistad así, era alguien muy simpático y casi siempre lograba sacarle una sonrisa a todo el grupo.

Estaban todos charlando en el comedor hasta que fuiste a la cocina por un vaso de gaseosa, no te percataste de ese alguien que seguía tus pasos de manera sigilosa hasta estar solos en el otro cuarto. Estando ya ahí, te diste cuenta de quién era; enseguida te ofreciste para servile algo de beber, y él sin decir palabra alguna negó con su cabeza.

El silencio que había entre ustedes dos era agobiante, ninguno decía nada pero mantenían contacto visual. Como veías que no tenía nada para decir, ibas a salir de la cocina, pero su oportuno agarre te detuvo.

Andy espera, nunca hemos tenido la oportunidad de hablar solos y siempre he deseado hacerlo. —Confesó el argentino sujetando de mi brazo suavemente.

Algo sorprendida por sus palabras y sin decir nada aceptaste esa pequeña invitación a conocerse más por lo que te sentaste con cuidado sobre la encimera.

Dale pipe, aprovechemos ahora entonces. —Dijiste tratando de sonar divertida.

Estuve conversando con Enzo, hace cuanto son pareja ustedes? tengo curiosidad —Enunció él soltando una suave carcajada.

Para ti era muy curioso, el argentino dice querer conocerte más y lo primero que hace es preguntarte sobre tu relación con Enzo. De igual forma, lo dejas pasar.

Pues somos pareja hace 9 meses, casi diez. —Le comentaste con voz dulce. Hablar de En no te molestaba en absoluto, al contrario, amabas hablar de su relación, después de todo él ha sido tu pilar durante estos meses, y haz aprendido bastante gracias al uruguayo.

¿A qué se debe tu curiosidad? Si puedo saber claramente. —Preguntaste con cierta intriga.

Pues me intrigaba el saber cuanto tiempo lleva Enzo con una mujer tan guapa y joven como vos. —Expresó mientras se acercaba lentamente a ti, quedando frente a frente, jamás evitó el contacto visual, es más, había algo en su mirada que te impedia despergarte ella, él apoyo sus manos sobre la encimera encerrandote en medio de estos.

Tenías los nervios de punta, esta cercanía tan repentina te tomó por sorpresa, más aun cuando sentías que te había coqueteado descaradamente. No podías alejarte, te era imposible. Su maravilloso aroma te había atrapado y su mirada penetrante recaía sobre ti, lo cual te intimidaba ligeramente y te impedía el habla.

No te hagas la loca, me has devorado con la mirada toda la noche, preciosa. —Dijo él con obviedad acercándose aún más a ti, estando a centímetros de tu rostro, podías sentir como su respiración tibia chocaba contra tus labios. Pero tú no eras tan fácil, y jamás le harías algo así a Enzo.

Discúlpame pipe, no puedo. —Apoyaste tus manos sobre sus hombros alejándolo rápidamente de ti. Enseguida saltaste de la encimera y caminaste hasta la sala para sentarte junto a tu novio. Felipe no tardo mucho en venir detrás de ti, sentándose justo enfrente mientras te miraba fijamente.

Enzo al instante notó que algo no andaba bien, estabas rara.

Acompáñame un segundo a la cocina, corazón. —Habló el uruguayo mientras se levantaba de su lugar buscando tu mano para guiarte nuevamente a ese lugar.

Desentendida lo seguiste tomando de su mano.

¿Qué pasó con Pipe? —Vocalizó el más alto mientras te miraba fijamente. ¿Fue tan evidente tu disgusto?

En, si te cuento lo que sucedió prometes no molestarte? —Enunciaste en tono bajito tratando de mantener la mirada firme. Él asintió esbozando esa sonrisa que te encantaba.

Felipe intentó besarme, y yo casi no puse resistencia. —Confesaste ante él, a pesar de que es algo de lo que no estabas orgullosa, querías ser sincera para evitar problemas a futuro.

Te juro que fue todo muy repentino, de la nada quizo hablar conmigo diciéndome que quiere conocer más y luego estaba ahí mismo donde estás parado queriendo romper el espacio entre nosotros. —Decías con algo de culpa.

Mira ese pendejito. Es obvio que te tiene ganas, nena. Te comía con la mirada y juraba que nadie se daba cuenta. —Comentó divertido.

Y lo entiendo perfectamente, a mí también me cuesta controlarme cuando te tengo cerca, parece que la única que no sabe lo buena que estás eres tú, amor. —Dijo posando una de sus manos sobre mi mejilla acariciándola levemente.

La cosa aquí es, vos también le tienes ganas, amor? —Preguntó con cierta emoción en sus palabras mientras se agachaba un poco para estar justo a tu altura. Su pregunta obviamente te sacó de onda, ¿a dónde quería llegar con ésto?

Nada que ver En, el único que me despierta ganas aquí, eres tú. —Le explicaste con obviedad mientras te pegabas más a él para abrazarlo.

¿Estas segura, amor? porque si queres garchartelo, hacelo, pero yo quiero mirarte. —Expresó él dejándote sin palabras. Claramente Enzo está algo pasado de copas, no está ebrio, pero siempre con un par de tragos se calienta hasta con el mínimo roce.

Decíme si querés hacerlo, yo lo converso con él, corazón. —Insistió.

No estoy segura de hacer eso, En... —La idea sí te llamaba, pero sentías que no era algo correcto, ni aunque él mismo te lo ofreciera. No negabas que el ojiazul sí te calentaba, es algo que habias imaginado en repetidas ocasiones, estando sobre él apoyando tus manos sobre su pecho mientras sentias como susurraba tu nombre en suaves quejidos. Pero siempre pensaste que se quedaría ahí como una simple fantasía.

Dale chiquita, te conozco lo suficiente como para no conocer tus fantasias más oscuras. —Expresó el más alto con voz profunda mientras te atraía hacia a él con uno de sus brazos.

Y no sabés lo mucho que me calentó la idea de verte cogiendo con otro mientras yo te miro. —Posando su mano cerca de tu nuca con un fuerte agarre; atrapó tus labios con los suyos y una apasionada danza entre estos comenzó, su lengua no perdió tiempo para explorar tu cavidad y el grotesco sonido que producían sus bocas chocando era algo que le generaba aún más placer. Su mano libre recorría tu cintura con fascinación, levantando un poco tu blusa para tener mejor acceso. Tu no perdías tiempo, mantenías una de tus manos por debajo de su camiseta y el frío contraste de tu manos con su tibia piel lo erizaba, mientras que con la otra, tímidamente la dirgiste hasta su entrepierna tocandolo suavemente por encima del jean.

Estaban tan hipnotizados el uno con el otro que habían olvidado donde estaban. Entraron en razón y la mejor decisión fue irse. Iban tan desesperados que el ascensor fue el mejor lugar para empezar. Enzo te acorraló contra la esquina apoyando tu espalda sobre el espejo, comenzó a besarte desesperadamente sin querer distanciarse ni un milímetro de ti, tus manos vagaban alrededor de su cuello enredando pequeños mechones de su cabello entre tus dedos, saboreando el exquisito sabor de su boca. Ese sabor amargo por el tabaco pero con suaves toques dulces por alcohol que había bebido. Este hombre realmente era tu perdición. Cuando las puertas del ascensor se abrieron, retomaron la compostura y caminaron normalmente tomados de la mano hasta llegar a tu puerta.

Cerrando la puerta detrás de ustedes, En se pegó a ti de nuevo, quitó tu chaqueta y tu blusa con mucha facilidad, dejándote en brasier; comenzó a desabotonar su camisa mientras caminaban sin cuidado hasta el sofá tirandote de espaldas sobre este. Te acomodaste sobre tus codos para disfrutar de la escena más erótica del mundo, ver como su torso ligeramente marcado quedaba desnudo ante ti era una de tus cosas favoritas en el mundo. Rápidamente se puso con cuidado sobre ti, y si había algo que a él le gustaba, era darte placer y hacerte sentir cosas que nunca antes habías experimentado. Besaba tu cuello con frenesí, dejando pequeñas marcas sobre esa blanquecina zona, adoraba tu sabor, tu olor, cada parte de ti para él era maravillosa. Sus besos mojados comenzaron a bajar por tu abdomen, llegando peligrosamente al borde de tu falda. Enzo cada vez carecía más de cordura, hasta que levantó sin cuidado tu falda, dejándote casi expuesta ante él. Sus dedos masajeaban tu zona por encima de la tela mojandote completamente, lo cual le encantaba.

Mira como estás por mi, toda mojadita. —Dijo observandote fijamente, adoraba lo rápido que te ponías colorada al escucharlo hablar así. Sus dígitos seguían recorriendo el camino sobre la tela mientras que se acercaba a la altura de tu boca para besarte y calmar tus jadeos.

Enzo... por favor... —Decías entre gemidos, recién estaban comenzando y él ya te tenía como quería.

Que boquita tan linda que tenes, mi amor. Úsala, decíme qué querés. —Dijo demandante.

Escucharlo hablarte de esa manera era algo que realmente te enloquecía. Verlo sobre ti, con su cabello ligeramente largo recayendo en sus mejillas algo coloradas era todo un deleite para tu vista. Estabas por contestarle una vulgaridad, pero fuiste interrumpida por un golpe en la puerta el cual te trajo devuelta a la tierra. Enzo esbozó una sonrisa bastante sospechosa y se separó de ti no sin antes besar dulcemente la comisura de tus labios; a paso rápido se dirigió a la puerta para abrirle a quien estuviera del otro lado. Esperabas que él se encargara de hacerle saber a cualquiera que estaba ocupado, pero al contrario, escuchaste como cerró la puerta dejando entrar a alguien más junto a ustedes. Estando aún más confundida cuando viste quién era, una mirada cómplice entre ellos los delató y algo en tu cabeza hizo clic.

no sé de dónde me saqué la fuerza de voluntad para escribir esto, pero en mi mente era una idea genial, y hay parte dos. 🤓

es mi primera vez escribiendo algo así. dont judge me. 🙏🏻

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

🦾. My Final Destination | Cyberpunk Edgerunners x Male Reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: My Final Destination | You are Here

Chapter 1: GOOOD MORNING NIGHT CITY!

Chapter 2: Yesterday's body count lottery rounded out to a solid 'n' sturdy thirty! | TBW

Chapter 3: Ten outta Heywood - thanks to the unabated gang wars! | TBW

Chapter 4: One officer down, so I guess you are all screwed. | TBW

Chapter 5: 'Cause the NCPD will not let that go. | TBW

Chapter 6: Got another blackout in Santo Domingo. | TBW

Chapter 7: Netrunners are at it again, pokin' holes in the power grid. | TBW

Chapter 8: In Westbrook, Trauma Team's scrapin' cyberpsycho victims off the pavement. | TBW

Chapter 9: And in Pacifica... Well... Pacifica is still Pacifica. | TBW

Chapter 10: This has been your man, Stan. Join me in another day in our City of Dreams! | TBW

Chapter 11: Cause I really Wanna Stay at Your House | TBW

Night city. A city of dreams. A city of tech. A city of advancements. Only the rich get what they want and the rest of the normal people live in dirty slums, barely scraping by for eddies. Y/n was lucky to be born rich. That's what people would tell him. But the experiments done on him day in and day out were hell. His family wasn't his family. He was treated like property. Something made to make money and be used. He was raised to be strong. Raised to be strong. A mix of chrome and net. A net runner and a fighter. Military grade cyberware to boot. Who wouldn't want him on their side?

WARNING: , Murder, Weapons, Death, Suicide, Gore, Abuse, Sexual Themes, Dismemberment, Will add more if needed

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[littlewritergreatgirl-blog]

casos ilícitos

Matías Recalt x f!Reader

Cap 5

E eu seria esperta em ir embora, mas você é areia movediça. Essa ladeira é traiçoeira, esse caminho é imprudente, e eu, eu, eu gosto.

Estamos no ponto de visto da leitora outra vez. E já deixo um spoiler que o próximo será da perspectiva do Matias de novo. Espero que gostem, e quero avisar que eu to amando receber os comentários e perguntas de vocês 😊🩷. Boa leitura 🫶

Avisos: Angst, linguagem Imprópria

Palavras: 8,1 k (vocês pediram agora aguentem 🙈)

Você entra no carro, em um estado de frenesi, completamente desnorteada e sentindo como se estivesse fora do próprio corpo. Você ainda não consegue raciocinar o que está acontecendo, ou o que acabou de acontecer, só sabe que tem que sair do mesmo lugar que o garoto se encontra o mais rápido possível.

Colocando o cinto de segurança da maneira mais patética que existe, com as mãos trêmulas e errando o fecho várias vezes no processo, sendo bem-sucedida somente na terceira tentativa, você olha ao redor a procura do garoto ou sinal de alguém por perto, e reza para que seu cunhado termine rápido de colocar as poucas compras no porta-malas, para poderem sair logo daqui. Ajustando o espelho retrovisor interno do veículo, para que se alinhe com o seu rosto, você acha melhor conferir se está tudo certo, já que no banheiro só conseguiu dar uma olhadinha rápida, e arregalando os olhos, agradece por tê-lo feito. O seu cabelo até que está razoável, mas os seus lábios ainda estão inchados e vermelhos, porém nem se compara a vermelhidão que se encontra o seu colo e pescoço. O garoto poderia ser bagunceiro e criativo quando queria, e você o deixou te pintar como uma tela pessoal. No momento é apenas a coloração que está aparente, mas sabe que logo as marcas começaram a se formar, em vários tamanhos e cores. Um lembrete para te recordar de que ele esteve ali, e do que fizeram juntos. Você se apressa para cobrir aquilo antes que alguém veja, e sua única opção no momento é tentar ocultar a área com o cabelo, e colocar a expressão mais neutra no rosto, esperando que Wagner não faça nenhuma pergunta ao entrar no veículo e te encontrar.

Assim que ele chega e se acomoda no banco do motorista, não diz nada e dá partida, e rapidamente vocês saem dali. Mas assim que se afastam um pouco, ele direciona o olhar para você e não deixa passar em branco:

- Você está toda corada, tá tudo bem? – Aparentemente o seu teatrinho não foi muito longe, mas tentando contornar a situação, diz que ficou um pouco alterada, pois teve uma discussão acalorada com o garoto.

- Por que vocês brigaram? – Pergunta preocupado, mas então abrindo um sorriso de lado, ele se dá conta. - Ah entendi. Aquele moleque quem era o seu namorado. – Conclui, como se tivesse desvendado um enigma complexo.

- Eu já disse, ele não é, e nunca foi o meu namorado. – Afirma incomodada. Ele não era seu ex, não era seu namorado, e gostaria que seu cunhado parasse de se dirigir a ele assim. Não precisa dar mais significância para algo do que de fato foi. Você tem que continuar afirmando isso a si mesma e diminuir a situação, pois quanto menor ela for, menos motivos você tem para ficar machucada ou magoada.

Mas não adianta brigar por causa disso agora. O rótulo que tinha na relação de vocês dois, ou no caso a falta dele, não era o seu maior problema, e sim a falta de confiança, comunicação e honestidade. Dane-se a forma como o seu coração doía querendo chamá-lo de namorado, chamá-lo de seu, ou algum apelido idiota que os casais usam, ele nunca seria esse pilar para você, então não adiante ficar pensando nisso.

Wagner retira o sorriso do rosto ao continuar, parecendo arrependido ao se lembrar de algo:

- Foi mal, acho que a parte da camisinha não caiu bem né? – te olha de canto- Mas foi sua culpa. – Declara o mais velho.

- Minha culpa? – Você rebate, mesmo não estando brava.

- Sim, você quem me provocou primeiro, eu só devolvi na mesma moeda. – Explica.

Você finge um olhar triste, cabisbaixo, como se estivesse relembrando a reação do garoto, e em como Wagner só te colocou em problemas, mas quando ele te olha preocupado, você não aguenta, e cai no riso. Ele não entende nada a princípio, mas depois vendo que você não se importou, ele se entrega a uma gargalhada junto com você, quebrando a tensão.

- Fica de boa. – Você o tranquiliza, limpando as lágrimas que se formaram no canto dos seus olhos devido a risada intensa.

- Mas ele ficou bravo? – Questiona, só para ter certeza de que não te prejudicou com o rapaz. - Se quiser, sei lá, eu posso falar com ele e esclarecer tudo. Não quero passar a ideia errada de você para seus amigos. – Diz receoso.

Você sabe o que ele está insinuando, e entende agora a imagem distorcida que Matías e os outros devem ter tido sua. Com um cara mais velho, comprando bebidas, e preservativos, mas sinceramente, não liga nenhum pouco. Até onde todos os garotos sabiam, você estava solteira – o que tecnicamente era verdade mesmo – só nutrindo uma paixão platônica pelo rapaz, então poderia sair com quem quisesse sem dar satisfações, talvez tenham estranhado que isso tenha acontecido logo depois do aparecimento da ex do dito cujo, mas enfim. Sabia também que Fran, o único que sabia de tudo, não te julgaria, sendo verdade ou não. E Matías, ele que se fodesse pelo que pensa ou deixa de pensar, isso já não é mais problema seu.

Este não é o caso, mas você poderia estar muito bem sim, transando por aí e afogando suas mágoas no primeiro corpo quente que encontrasse pra aquecer sua cama, mas não quer, e mesmo se quisesse, isso não dizia respeito a ele.

- Obrigado por defender a minha honra, Senhor – Você diz fazendo graça, e até mesmo uma mini reverência improvisada e debochada – Mas não será necessário, eu não devo satisfações a ele, e se quiser pensar algo de mim, o problema é dele.

Você se mexe desconfortavelmente no acento do carro. O mero mencionar do garoto já faz com que seu íntimo estremeça e se feche em torno de nada, sentindo falta dele e de seu corpo. Mesmo não querendo admitir, você acha que uma boa parte do seu mau humor ultimamente, se deva também a falta de sexo, além do coração partido. Não queria se render tão rápido e com tanta facilidade aos encantos dele como fez. Mas foi muito prazeroso, e você também estava com saudades.

Mas não sabe ainda por que ele insistiu em falar com você, se não queria ter nada sério. Honestamente, só deve ter ido atrás, pois pensou que você estava com outra pessoa. O típico cara que só dá valor quando perde. E você o deixou acreditando nisso, porque uma parte sua gostou que ele estivesse machucado, que estivesse na sua posição do restaurante, só para ver a quão boa é a sensação. E você não gosta dessa parte de si mesma. Por mais que tenha dito que não liga para o que ele pensa, você não quer ser a escrota da história e machucar alguém a custo de nada. É errado, sujo, e totalmente mesquinho. Não tem para que ficar jogando esses joguinhos psicológicos se você quer por um final em tudo.

Mas foi tão bom. Matias sempre foi um bom amante na cama, mas quando estava com raiva, se transformava em algo a mais. Sentia uma fome e necessidade de te repreender e te pôr em seu lugar. Te mostrar quem estava no controle da situação, e como poderia te reduzir a uma bagunça de gemidos se quisesse. E com muita vergonha, você se pergunta, se está com mais raiva por ter cedido, e ter inflado o ego dele, ou por terem tão pouco tempo e não poderem ter continuado. É ridículo como você já sabe a resposta para isso.

Mas tentando deixar o assunto de lado por enquanto, você liga o rádio e deixa tocando uma música aleatória, só para preencher o ambiente. Você não quer ficar pensando no garoto que te dedou em um banheiro a minutos atrás, enquanto está do lado de seu cunhado. Ainda tensa se encolhendo no banco, e sendo cautelosa para que ele não veja através de você, e descubra algo, ou que note os hematomas roxos começando a aparecer.

__ __

O resto da sua tarde é bem tranquila e monótona, o que você aceita de bom grado depois da manhã movimentada. Como estava um dia quente, seria estranho colocar uma blusa de gola alta, então teve que pesar a mão na maquiagem, e esperar que ninguém suspeitasse. Assiste suas aulas, conversa com suas amigas, e depois vai para casa descansar. A vida parece tão cinza sem ele por perto. Era uma quietude que você pensou que gostaria depois de um tempo, mas não estava sendo o caso.

Já em sua cama, tarde da noite, você tenta miseravelmente cair no sono. Mas está sendo impossível. Se você estivesse sozinha em casa, provavelmente iria beber algo forte que pudesse te apagar rápido, mas não faria isso com a presença de sua irmã sob o mesmo teto. Ela iria surtar se descobrisse que você está se embebedando no meio da semana. E não queria arriscar chamar a atenção dela de maneira exagerada para você, foi um milagre que ela não tenha notado o seu pescoço quando chegou. Você não iria brincar com a sorte. Com um bufo irritado, você se vira no colchão e tenta encontrar uma posição mais confortável. Um sono balanceado nunca foi um problema para você, e quando era, Matías encontrava um jeito muito bom de te cansar, e te fazer dormir a noite toda. Mas agora, ele quem era o motivo de você não conseguir pregar os olhos. Os flashbacks dos dois naquele banheiro, te deixam excitada e frustrada. Não deixando que seu corpo relaxe o suficiente para sucumbir a um repouso merecido.

Decidindo que não consegue continuar assim, se levanta vai até a cozinha tomar um copo d’água, e tentar acalmar os ânimos. Mas não adianta muito. Sem outra escolha, começa a voltar para o quarto, silenciosamente, não querendo fazer barulho e acordar os outros.

Mas no meio do percurso, no corredor, escuta alguns sons abafados, e decide se aproximar para ver do que se tratava:

- Isso, continua – Vinha do quarto de sua irmã, e definitivamente era a voz dela – Isso, não para! – Exclama um pouco mais alto, e dessa vez o som é acompanhado com o ranger da cama, e a mesma batendo na parede.

Você dá um passo pra trás assustada ao perceber o que está acontecendo. Dá meia volta com nojo, e se esconde em seu quarto tentando esquecer o que acabou de ouvir. Pelo menos tiveram a decência de te esperarem dormir para começarem com suas atividades noturnas.

Mas isso só te traz ao seu problema inicial. O sexo nunca foi muito importante para você antes dele. Mas depois, se tornou algo essencial, contínuo, um desejo que precisava ser satisfeito a todo momento. Quando estava feliz, e queria comemorar, triste e queria esquecer, quando estava calma e queria algo mais preguiçoso, e quando estava com raiva. Principalmente com raiva. Querendo fazê-lo se submeter a você e vice-versa.

Recusava a tocar a si mesma, pois saberia quem iria vir a sua mente no momento, e não queria que ele fosse dono de mais essa parte de você. Então passa a noite quase em claro, adormecendo somente quando falta poucas horar para amanhecer.

-- --

No dia seguinte, quando está na faculdade, você e os outros estudantes são recebidos com a notícia de que o último período seria vago, o que foi muito bom para vocês, mas muito ruim para o professor que teve que se ausentar, pois não estava se sentindo muito bem, e não pode comparecer. Você manda uma mensagem avisando a sua irmã, para que ela não venha te buscar no horário combinado, pois iria embora mais cedo, o que ela é bem rápida em responder. Depois da noite passada, você mal falou com ela essa manhã, ainda envergonhada por ter flagrado um momento tão íntimo. E para o seu horror e surpresa, ela diz que está indo agora te pegar, pois tem planos para a tarde das duas.

- Já sei o que podemos fazer hoje. - Diz com as mãos no volante dirigindo para só Deus sabe onde.

- O que? – Você rebate interessada.

- Compras! – Responde com um gritinho animado e erguendo os ombros.

Você tenta fazer o seu melhor para demonstrar excitação com esse plano, mas não sabe exatamente se consegue. Vocês fizeram compras no dia seguinte em que ela tinha chegado, passando o domingo inteiro no shopping, comendo, vendo um filme romântico clichê em cartaz, comprando besteiras, e encerrando o dia com boliche e comida de fast food. Foi legal ter um dia das garotas, mas era isso, um, e pra você já era mais do que o suficiente. A ideia de ter que passar o resto do dia carregando sacolas, ou experimentando roupas, tendo que tirar, colocar, e depois tirar de novo, não te atrai em nada.

Ainda no estacionamento você a tenta fazer mudar de ideia. Considerar alguma outra alternativa ou atividade que ambas gostem.

- A gente não pode fazer outra coisa? – Diz ainda no carro.

Ela se vira para trás esticando o braço, tentando alcançar sua bolsa no banco de traseiro.

- Como o que? - Pergunta, finalmente agarrando o acessório e conferindo se tem tudo o que precisa dentro.

- Ir pra casa, ver um filme, e pedir alguma coisa. – Você descreve sua noite ideal, o que te rende um olhar incrédulo e julgador em sua direção. Ela sai do veículo e te espera do lado de fora, o que com um grunhido você obedece e faz. Ela retoma o assunto então:

- Primeiro, já é tarde demais porque já paguei o cartão de estacionamento – Explica, e você não consegue evitar revirar os olhos com essa desculpa – E segundo, tenho que ver a roupa do casamento. – Conclui, fechando e acionando o alarme do carro, se dirigindo a entrada do lugar enorme e lotado, sem esperar que você a siga.

- Como assim roupa do casamento? – Questiona incrédula - A cerimônia é daqui um mês e você ainda não tem o seu vestido? – Você sente como se pudesse arrancar os cabelos agora.

Ela te encara, e parece magoada ao rebater:

- O meu vestido está pronto a meses, você é uma das madrinhas, e deveria saber disso. – Diz duramente.

Então tudo volta em um borrão. As chamadas de vídeo no ateliê, fotos infinitas de modelos e tipos de tecido, por Deus, você até tinha opinado no tipo de corte que teria melhor caimento no corpo dela. Como pode esquecer?

- Me desculpa, acabei me confundindo. – Fala arrependida, e se encolhendo.

Ela começa a dar passos apressados, ficando muito a sua frente, e você a segue prontamente. Quando se aproxima, ela recomeça:

- É o meu casamento, como você esquece da droga de vestido que eu vou usar? – Ela diz exaltada, claramente magoada e sem olhar em sua direção, te ignorando. Mas se recompondo, para de caminhar, e se vira para você – Às vezes sinto que você anda dispersa e não liga para mais nada. – Te acusa.

- O que? É claro que eu ligo. – Você se defende imediatamente – Eu só me atrapalhei um pouco pra lembrar do vestido, mas é claro que eu me importo.

Ela te olha, e pela primeira vez, sente como se ela estivesse realmente brava contigo:

- Você não tem estado presente para opinar em nada em relação ao casamento, seja decoração, comida ou até a droga dos guardanapos de mesa. – Ela aponta friamente - Eu e a mamãe quem decidimos a maioria dos detalhes. Eu tive que escolher o meu buquê com uma outra amiga minha que vai ser madrinha, sendo que é você quem é a obcecada por flores, e nem nisso você se dispôs a me ajudar. – Nessa parte, a voz dela vacila, e você se sente afundando no lugar. Não tinha notado que tinha negligenciado sua irmã tanto assim. Para ser franca, você se lembrava bem brevemente de uma discussão a respeito dos arranjos de flores nas mesas e decoração, mas não prestou atenção o bastante para recordar com clareza.

- Me desculpa, não tinha percebido que estava tão ausente. – Ela ignora suas palavras e decide continuar com o sermão, o qual você merece é claro:

- E sabe o que mais? Você também não fez a sua parte em outras coisas. To te pedindo o nome de algum acompanhante a semanas. Preciso saber, se vai levar alguém para encaixar os lugares, tanto na festa quanto nas fotos em família.

E aí quem está o problema. Você tem evitado pensar na cerimônia, pois não sabia quem iria levar, mas sabia quem queria levar. O que são coisas bem diferentes. Como convidar alguém que não demonstra o mínimo de interesse em ter algo sério e concreto com você para um casamento? Onde estariam presentes toda a sua família, amigos, e pessoas que te conhecem desde sempre. É simples, você não convida.

Fica um silencio desconfortável entre as duas. Você, sem saber o que dizer, e ela, medindo as palavras para debaterem o assunto.

- E não foi para mim que eu vim ver roupa. – Declara um minuto depois.

- Então pra quem? – Agora você está mais confusa ainda.

- Pra você. – Ela se dirige a escada rolante, indo para o próximo andar, e você vai atrás, ficando um degrau abaixo. – Eu te passei a paleta de cores a meses atrás, para que você pudesse comprar ou alugar algo que te agradasse. Mas desde que eu cheguei na tua casa, não tem uma peça de roupa na cor que eu havia falado. Você esqueceu não foi? – Ela te fita, olhando para baixo por trás do ombro.

- Foi – Mesmo já esperando essa resposta, ela fica ainda mais desapontada.

- É uma data importante sabia? Você além de ser madrinha, vai estar em todas as fotos da nossa família, não pode deixar para ver esse tipo de coisa no dia. – Te relembra. Vocês saem da plataforma giratória e começam a percorrer o local, repleto de lojas e pessoas.

- Eu já disse que sinto muito. – Está começando a ficar irritante agora. Você sabe que errou, mas já pediu desculpas. O que mais ela quer?

- Então demonstre! Eu tentei ser legal, mas sendo bem sincera – Ela se aproxima e te encara desafiadoramente - A gente não vai sair daqui hoje, enquanto não achar a droga de um vestido marsala, estamos conversadas? – Aponta o dedo no seu peito. Você se sente uma criança de novo, levando bronca por alguma travessura, e se segura para não arranjar uma briga no meio de todos.

- Sim. – Engole em seco, fechando os punhos e desviando o olhar.

- Ótimo! – E continua andando, como se não tivesse te destruído a apenas alguns segundos atrás.

Vocês visitam várias lojas, mas não encontram nada que agrade as duas de primeira. É muito estressante, e você começa a entender o nervosismo dela. Em um ateliê teriam que ver o aluguel ou comprar a roupa, o que sairia uma fortuna tão em cima da hora, isso considerando que tivesse algo disponível para alugar na mesma data e na cor exigida. O que seria difícil. Se fossem encomendar, teriam gastos semelhantes com mão de obra ou para fazer algum ajuste. A culpa começa a te corroer por dentro. Você quem deveria ajudá-la, não o contrário.

Eventualmente, acabam encontrando uma loja que chama a atenção das duas. É um espaço aconchegante e acolhedor. Bem iluminado e repleto de araras com vestidos de vários comprimentos, modelos e cores, adornando o ambiente. Assim que adentram, são recebidas por uma vendedora atenciosa e muito prestativa. Após alguns minutos de conversa, com sua irmã explicando, o que procuravam e queriam, a vendedora às guiam para uma sala de espera com o provador, e retorna depois com diversas opções para que você experimente.

- Eu estou me sentindo como um enfeite de Natal. – Diz com a primeira opção no corpo. Um vestido colado, cheio de brilho e decotado na frente.

Ela te avalia de cima a baixo:

- Um enfeite de Natal Sexy – Conclui.

Na segunda opção, é preciso que ela entre no provador, para te ajudar com a amarração nas costas. E você aproveita para se redimir:

- Me desculpa, eu não tenho sido eu mesma nos últimos meses. – Encontra o olhar dela através do espelho - Em vários aspectos. – Você diz, e ela sabe ao que se refere, ou a quem. - Mas vou ser mais presente agora, prometo! – Termina, esperando que ela acredite em suas palavras.

Ela suspira, e segurando firme em seus ombros, te aconselha:

- Eu sei que o primeiro amor pode ser animador e estimulante, mas não se perca por causa disso.

Suas bochechas queimam com essa afirmação. Como assim amor? Tudo bem, você admite que estava de cabeça para baixo pelo garoto, ficava encantada com a presença dele e admirava sua inteligência, humor ácido e em como ele te tratava na cama. Mas era só isso certo? Uma paixão boba, que iria passar eventualmente depois de algum tempo.

- Mas tudo bem, eu te desculpo – Te tira de seus pensamentos, te olhando afetuosamente – E que bom que você disse que seria mais presente – Surge um sorriso maléfico em seu rosto – Depois daqui iremos ver sapatos! – E com um pulinho animado ela começa a fastar as mãos, e se distanciar, mas no último segundo, com um olhar franzindo, ela volta com os dedos e os esfrega com força no seu pescoço, o que te arranca um chiado baixo. Você vê os dedos dela levemente mais claros por conta da maquiagem, e então entende o que aconteceu.

- Que merda é essa? – Diz com os dedos pintados e vendo o seu pescoço, que agora está mostrando um leve hematoma, o qual você tinha se empenhado tanto em cobrir. – Quer saber, você me conta depois, estamos com pressa agora – E se retira, te deixando confusa e com medo.

Ocasionalmente acabam escolhendo um vestido, que agrade as duas. É elegante, te caiu bem, não é tão chamativo, se adequa aos padrões e expectativas que a ocasião pede, e está em um valor acessível. Você agradece aos céus, quando a vendedora retorna com um par de saltos que combinam com a roupa escolhida, poupando tempo e esforço para você. Obviamente, ela fez isso pensando em sua comissão, mas ainda assim, te ajudou bastante.

Se despedem da moça, satisfeitas com a compra e com sorrisos no rosto. Seu alívio não dura muito, quando sua irmã se vira, e diz que precisam conversar. Se dirigem a uma praça de alimentação, e você começa a contar o que aconteceu. Em como devolveu as coisas dele, não mandou mensagem, e o encontrou na manhã passada enquanto estava com o noivo dela. Relata que o rapaz pediu para que conversassem e assim você o fez, não querendo causar uma comoção na hora, e que consequentemente, acabaram se beijando.

- Beijo? Você quer que eu acredite que está com chupão no pescoço por causa de um beijinho? – Diz debochada.

- Ok, a gente deu uns amassos no banheiro tá bom? Só isso – Afirma com o rosto queimando de vergonha, sabendo que é mentira – Não conta pro Wagner, não quero que ele saiba disso. – Pede meio embaraçada.

- Não contar o que? Que você foi dar uns pega no banheiro ou que voltou com o garoto?

Você ignora a provocação dela.

- Não é bem assim, e eu não voltei com ele, foi só um beijo. – Rebate.

- Não vou questionar o porquê não me disse, porque é obvio que você não queria ouvir sermão, mas é bom você estabelecer limites com ele, e logo – Observa - Não adianta devolver as coisas dele e o dar o que ele quer. - Acusa.

As palavras dela te machucam, com a insinuação que acabou de fazer. Você é amarga ao responder:

- E o que ele quer exatamente? Sexo? Uma rapidinha no banheiro? - Pergunta com desgosto.

- Não – Ela nega prontamente – Você. Isso é o que ele quer, você.

A afirmação dela em dizer que ele te queria, e não somente ao seu corpo, te conforta. Mas não tem como saber exatamente se é verdade, já que você e ele nunca exploraram mais do que isso um no outro.

- Bom, podemos ir embora se quiser, a menos que você queira comprar alguma coisa? – Ela diz, encerrando o assunto e pegando a bandeja, começando a descartar os restos de comida. Você se levanta também, e para a surpresa dela, concorda e diz que quer comprar sim algo.

- O que? - Ela questiona curiosa.

- Tampões de ouvido – Responde – Não quero mais ter que ouvir os gritos da noite passada vindo do seu quarto. – Explica ao descartar a comida também, e segue em direção a próxima loja. Agora, é ela quem fica envergonhada, e você dá um riso de satisfação com isso, enquanto caminham.

-- --

Já em casa, você começa a refletir sobre o que sua irmã disse, em estabelecer limites com o garoto. Você deveria ser a madura da história e tentar resolver a situação com ele, mas se recusava a dar o primeiro passo e ceder, e estava mais uma vez desapontada pela falta de tentativa de comunicação pelo lado dele. Como ele poderia em um instante te proporcionar um momento desenfreado de paixão, e no outro simplesmente não dizer nada? Você quem o deu as costas e o deixou lá, mas o que ele queria que você fizesse? Ficasse enrolando, enquanto ele dizia que sentia sua falta para te convencer a voltar a mesma situação de merda que se encontravam antes? Ou para dizer que tinha voltado com a ex e essa seria a última vez? Ou até pior, para dizer que queria que você fosse sua amante e continuassem se vendo em segredo? De qualquer forma, você sabia que o que quer que ele fosse falar, não iria te agradar, então fugiu, como o garoto sempre faz, não ligando para o que ele pensou ou vai pensar.

Também não parava de pensar na possibilidade de amar ele, e isso te assustava, pois se fosse verdade, você não saberia o que fazer com esse sentimento. Ele não era parecido em nada com o que você queria ou procurava em um namorado. Ele não era educado, gentil, galante ou culto, muito pelo contrário, ele era sarcástico, teimoso, com um humor ácido e as vezes difícil de lidar. E mesmo assim, você se encantou por ele, e foi o bastante para o sentimento florescer e crescer cada vez mais dentro de seu peito.

Isso era tão patético! Provavelmente ele estava nos braços dela, enquanto você estava aqui se martirizando. Você tinha que mostrar a ele que não iria voltar com um simples estalar de dedo, tinha que demonstrar convicção e certeza, mas sabia que se ele aparecesse na sua porta, agora, e te prometesse tudo o que você queria, falasse todas as palavras certas, você se deixaria levar e se entregaria com o maior prazer do mundo. Você se olha no espelho do seu quarto, passando a mão pelo pescoço e admirando as marcas deixadas, a única conexão que tem com o garoto no momento. Seus olhos viajam para o guarda-roupa, onde se encontra o vestido recém comprado e os pares de sapatos. Você o pega e o traz em frente ao corpo, dessa vez querendo realmente ver como fica sua aparência, não avaliando se era bom o bastante ou adequado para a ocasião, e não consegue deixar de se perguntar, o que ele acharia. Te acharia bonita? Sexy? Te ajudaria a tirar do corpo após o casamento? Em um universo alternativo, onde você o convida e ele aceita de bom grado, e conhece toda a sua família e os encanta, assim como fez com você.

Mas isso é uma ilusão idiota, você nem sabe o porquê se deu ao trabalho de concordar com sua irmã, quando ela perguntou se você iria querer reservar o lugar de alguém como acompanhante. Mas já estava saindo com o Matias, e pensou que até a data já teriam se oficializado e poderiam ir juntos, que ingenuidade a sua.

Com um suspiro cansado e de derrota, decide se preparar para dormir e começa a guardar as coisas, devolvendo a roupa para o cabide com cuidado para não amassar o tecido. Enquanto faz isso, é notificada com o som do telefone, alertando que chegou uma nova mensagem. Olha ao redor a procura do aparelho e o avista em cima da cômoda com a tela virada para baixo. O pega sem prestar muita atenção, e se dirige para a cama, provavelmente deve ser alguma das meninas mandando mensagem no grupo, ou algo relacionado a faculdade. Mas assim que desbloqueia a tela inicial, agradece por ter se deitado e assim não ter como cair devido a surpresa:

- Precisamos conversar – Diz a mensagem que Matias acabou de enviar.

Seu coração dá um pulo, e os pequenos pontos pulando na tela, indicam que ele ainda está escrevendo alguma coisa, e você espera, mordendo os lábios em sinal de ansiedade.

- Posso ir te ver? – Pergunta o garoto.

NÃO! Você quer escrever em letras maiúsculas e mandar pra ele. Deve te achar muito idiota para acredita que você vai recebê-lo em sua casa tarde da noite, para “conversarem”.

- Não vou tentar nada. – Ele envia, parecendo ler os seus pensamentos.

E quando você pensa em dar ao garoto o benefício da dúvida, ele replica:

- A menos que você queira, é claro.

Arghh! Isso te faz entrar em uma nova onda de fúria. Como ele tem coragem de falar assim com você? Ficar brincando depois de tudo? Você não perde tempo em respondê-lo, e acabar com as expectativas dele:

- Você é ridículo, não quero nem olhar na tua cara.

Ele responde prontamente.

- Desculpa, vou parar. Mas precisamos conversar.

E realmente precisam. Você precisa de um fechamento para poder seguir em frente, e mesmo sabendo que talvez não goste da resposta, decide que você merece uma explicação pelo motivo dele ter agido como moleque em toda essa história. Se ele estiver disposto a ter uma conversa séria, ótimo, se não for o caso, pelo menos vai poder falar todas as coisas que ficaram entaladas na sua garganta todo esse tempo.

- Ok – Você responde, e antes que ele possa te enviar mais alguma coisa, você é mais rápida e envia antes – Amanhã de manhã, no café perto do Campus.

É claro que você não vai arriscar ter ele na sua casa ou ir à dele e acabarem na cama um do outro, então optou por um lugar público, mas se lembra envergonhada, que nem isso foi o suficiente para impedi-los da última vez.

- Combinado.

E com isso você acha que o assunto está encerrado. Mas se surpreende ao ver uma última mensagem.

- Boa noite.

E indo contra todos os seus desejos de ignorá-lo, ser rancorosa, e tratá-lo mal, você o responde:

- Boa noite.

-- --

Você esteve em um estado de espírito completamente inquieto e perturbador a manhã inteira desde que acordou, sem saber muito bem o que esperar dessa conversa que iriam ter, e em como iria reagir quando o visse de novo.

Quando você se aproxima do local, examina o ambiente e surpreendentemente, ele já está te esperando. Sentado em uma mesa para dois, parecendo nervoso, e para seu descontentamento, bonito como sempre. Você até fantasia por um momento, que isso poderia ser um encontro. Que você estava indo passear com o garoto para se conhecerem melhor. Mas não é o caso. Uma das possibilidades que passou por você, do motivo dele ter te chamado, foi para se desculpar e te dar um fora, para contar que voltou com a ex, mas que não queria ter pontas soltas contigo. Mas não valia a pena se perguntar o que ele iria te dizer, a dúvida estava te matando, então era melhor acabar com isso de vez.

Com esse pensamento, você se aproxima da mesa, e ele como o cavalheiro que nunca foi, puxa a cadeira para que você se sente.

Assim que você se acomoda, uma garçonete chega, depositando uma xícara de café preto para o rapaz, e um prato com um doce na sua frente, você está prestes a falar que é um engano, que não pediu nada, mas ao notar que é o seu favorito, e olhar para Matias, ele te entrega tudo com o olhar:

- Você lembrou. – É a primeira coisa que diz a ele, assim que a garota se afasta.

- Sim. – Concorda, te lançando um sorriso contido.

Lembranças passam por você de todas as vezes em que estiveram aqui. Não era um lugar especial, mas era perto do Campus, e tinha o seu doce favorito, nada muito requintado, apenas uma fatia de cheesecake, que te fazia contente sempre que comia, então vinham aqui com certa frequência, mas nunca era um encontro, claro.

- Ok, então vamos conversar. – Você fala mudando o seu semblante, ficando séria, e o encarando, esperando que ele comece a dizer algo.

- Oi, como você tá? Estou bem também, obrigado. – Retruca debochado.

- Caso não tenha dado pra notar, eu estou brava com você, não vim aqui pra jogar conversa fora, então ou você fala algo que valha a pena, ou vou embora. – Ameaça.

Ele parece considerar se você está falando sério, e algo em seu olhar o faz desistir e concordar com o que disse. Ele se endireita na cadeira, e limpando a garganta, recomeça:

- Eu quero me desculpar – Você não diz nada, em um sinal claro para que ele prossiga – A noite no restaurante, foi injusto com você, sinto muito.

- Por que você fez aquilo? – Interroga ele.

- Eu, eu estava confuso, eu e a Malena nós... – Ele dá uma pausa, sem saber como continuar, e você fica aflita com o que vem a seguir. – Nós namoramos por dois anos, e terminamos cerca de um ano atrás... – Ele recapitula os fatos.

- Por que terminaram? – O interrompe, com a dúvida que sempre passava por sua cabeça. Um casal não termina um relacionamento de tanto tempo por nada. Quando os dois se viram no restaurante, ela ainda parecia claramente interessada, e após o comportamento dele, não poderia dizer que o mesmo estava ileso a presença dela, então o que houve realmente para que rompessem?

- Ela tinha conseguido uma bolsa pra desenvolver a tese dela no exterior – Diz, e começa a mexer o café, o revirando com a pequena colher que se encontrava na mesa, claramente desconfortável com o assunto - Eu quis continuar com o relacionamento, mesmo que fosse à distância, mas...ela não.

Um sentimento de choque e tristeza, passam por você. Primeiro, o fato deles não terem terminado por conta de alguma briga, desentendimento, discussão, ou a falta de carinho um pelo outro, e sim por conta do distanciamento. Segundo lugar, o cara por quem você estava louca, e que era averso a compromisso, quis tentar uma relação à distância? Isso parecia uma ideia tão absurda dele considerar, mas talvez essa parte, essa fração dele, esteja reservada apenas para ela, não para olhares forasteiros como o seu.

- Então terminaram porque ela foi embora? – Pergunta para confirmar, e odeia como suas palavras saem baixas, assim como o seu olhar e seus ombros se encolhendo, conforme se afunda na cadeira, tentando sumir.

- Sim, até pensamos em ter um relacionamento aberto, mas não era minha praia, então tomamos essa decisão mútua. – Ele solta um suspiro, e procura o seu olhar ao continuar – Eu não quero te machucar, não precisamos falar sobre isso. – Cessa o assunto, preocupado com sua reação.

- Não, eu quero saber – Ele te fita, ainda indeciso se deve prosseguir – Não quero ficar no escuro sobre isso. – Você justifica.

- Tudo bem – Acena com a cabeça, ainda duvidoso - A gente ainda se gostava, sabíamos que só era um momento ruim, e não queríamos acabar com tudo por causa de alguns meses separados, então... meio que fizemos um acordo um com o outro. – Nessa última frase, ele desvia o olhar e coça a nuca, em sinal de embaraço.

- Que acordo? – Você acha que pode estar hiperventilando agora.

Matías não quer falar, isso é obvio, ele olha para os lados, e solta uma expiração, conformado que não tem mais como evitar esse assunto.

- Ela poderia ficar com quem quisesse, e eu também. Se quando ela voltasse, ambos estivessem solteiros, aí voltaríamos, se não, continuaríamos amigos. – Conta por fim.

Você não sabe como reagir a essa nova informação. Isso só prova que ele nunca teve a intenção de te levar a sério, era só um escape enquanto a pessoa certa estava ausente. O que ele faria quando ela voltasse? Iria te descartar sem mais nem menos? Te jogar fora como um brinquedo quebrado?

- F-foi por isso que você não quis assumir nada, n- não é? Porque se ela voltasse e você estivesse namorando alguém, aí teria quebrado o acordo. – Gagueja ao pronunciar as palavras.

Ele engole em seco antes de responder:

- Sim.

Você sabia. Sabia, e ainda assim te machuca saber que estava certa. Você era só um passatempo, uma distração de quem realmente importava. Se sente suja, e usada, percebendo que os seus esforços, e paciência com ele, nunca te levariam a nada, pois desde o começo já estava fadado ao fracasso.

- Bom, acho que deu tudo certo no final então – Com a costa da mão, você limpa uma lágrima teimosa, que insistiu em aparecer, - Agora você pode ter sua garota de volta. - Constata.

- Eu quero você, por isso to aqui. – O rapaz diz, mas você mal presta atenção, ainda brava por sua confissão anterior.

- Não, você acabou de dizer, você estava esperando por ela, por isso que não me assumiu, eu devia ser só um prêmio de consolação pra você – As lágrimas, começam a querer vir a todo custo, e você se inclina sobre a mesa, trazendo as mãos ao rosto, se cobrindo e tentando controlar um soluço.

- Não, é claro que não, você nunca foi um prêmio de consolação, ou uma segunda opção, eu gosto de você, por isso to aqui, pode não ter começado como algo sério, assim como qualquer outro relacionamento, mas eu certamente me importo e tenho sentimentos por você. – Ele tenta se explicar.

- Você disse que quando ela voltasse, dependendo da situação, iriam reatar. Foi no dia do restaurante que ela voltou? Que você a convidou? – Questiona, ignorando as palavras anteriores dele. O mesmo só solta uma lamentação e prossegue:

- Ela já havia voltado alguns dias antes, só estava terminando de se instalar. Não mantivemos contato durante o término, mas quando ela chegou na cidade me enviou mensagem, me chamou pra sair e eu disse que já tinha planos, juro que não chamei ela, mas ela apareceu mesmo assim. Aquele dia, foi a primeira vez em que a vi pessoalmente depois do término. - Conclui ele.

- Se ela tivesse te perguntado aquele dia, pedindo pra reatar, vocês teriam voltado, não é? – Interroga em um tom de acusação.

- Eu já disse, estava confuso. Não tem como responder isso, eu disse pra ela para conversarmos em outro momento, longe de todos. – Relata o garoto.

- E longe de mim também, certo? – Sua voz é carregada de rancor.

- Sim, mas não como você está pensando. Eu não sabia o que fazer, estava desconcertado, tinha que falar com ela também e apaziguar a situação. - O mesmo argumenta.

- Tadinho de você, tendo que escolher qual garota levar pra cama dia sim, ou dia não. – Retruca com raiva e deboche.

Ele morde as bochechas, tentando se conter, e não dizer a coisa errada.

- Olha, eu admito que fiquei na dúvida, ok? Eu tenho um passado e história com ela, então fiquei balançado quando a vi depois de tanto tempo, mas eu to com você agora, eu quero você, sei que não acredita em mim, mas quero uma chance pra te mostrar que melhorei- Fala em um tom sério e decidido.

Você não sabe o que responder, mas não precisa, pois a conversa é interrompida, por um pequeno zumbido de notificação em seu celular, o qual você verifica imediatamente, querendo fugir da situação, e tem vontade de revirar os olhos ao ver que é apenas sua irmã te perguntando se poderia pegar uma bota emprestada.

- É aquele cara? Seu namorado? – Erguendo os olhos da tela, você nota como o garoto está com o semblante fechado, carrancudo e parecendo uma criança com birra. Mas ignora e responde sua irmã, dizendo que sim, e para ter cuidado.

- Ele não é meu namorado. – Diz irritada, já sabendo a quem ele está se referindo, e guardando o celular na bolsa, para não serem mais interrompidos.

- Um ficante então? – Questiona cruzando os braços e tensionando a mandíbula.

- Não que eu te deva satisfações, é claro – Você o encara, com a melhor feição de desgosto que consegue fazer e responde – Mas não, ele não é meu ficante, namorado, ou algo assim, ele é meu cunhado. – Explica por fim.

Ele parece confuso, franzindo o olhar, como se estivesse tentando se lembrar de algo.

- Eu não sabia que você tinha irmã – Ele diz.

- Eu sei, você nunca perguntou da minha família lembra? Isso não fazia parte da nossa “relação” – Você acusa. Sabe que é injusto trazer isso à tona agora, mas quer fazer com que ele reconheça que te tratou mal, e que você não merecia isso.

- Você está certa, me desculpe. – Diz com a cabeça abaixada em arrependimento.

Mas de repente, ele parece tentar conter um sorriso de surgir, aliviado ao saber que você não estava ficando com ninguém, mas isso rapidamente muda para nervosismo, remorso e até mesmo, pânico? talvez? Você realmente não o entende as vezes.

Depois de um momento de silencio, você quem decide o questionar:

- E você? Voltou com ela, ou ficou com alguém? – O receio e medo da resposta é bem perceptível em seu tom, e ele nota isso.

O rapaz paralisa, ficando com a cara pálida e baixando o olhar, parecendo culpado. E quando você está prestes a falar que vai ir embora, e pra ele não te procurar mais, ele se recompõe e diz com a maior convicção que você já viu:

- Não. – Sua voz não treme, ele não gagueja, e não dá nenhum sinal de que possa estar mentindo. Ainda assim, você não sabe o porquê, mas não se convence totalmente com a resposta dele. Mas se obriga a acreditar, pois o mero pensamento dele com ela, ou com outra pessoa, depois de como as coisas ficaram entre vocês, te machuca profundamente. Então empurra esse sentimento para o fundo do seu âmago e ignora os seus instintos. Ele percebendo sua relutância, continua:

- Por favor, a gente pode recomeçar, e eu vou fazer certo dessa vez. Vamos ter encontros, andar de mãos dadas, fazer o que você quiser, até flores se for a sua vontade, só me dá uma chance. – Os olhos dele são suplicantes agora.

- Eu não sei. Isso é muita informação Matías, você acabou de me dizer que não ficamos sérios por meses, porque estava se “guardando” pra ela, e do nada, depois de dias sem nos falarmos, você quer voltar? É meio difícil entender o seu raciocínio aqui. – Explica, para que ele entenda o seu ponto de vista.

Ele procura sua mão em cima da mesa, hesitante em segurá-la, mas você não se afasta e deixa com que ele entrelace seus dedos junto com os dele, unindo os dois. Ele te fita e continua:

- Eu sei que errei, mas quero consertar isso – Aperta sua mão suavemente, e acaricia sua palma com os dedos, te trazendo uma sensação gostosa com o calor emanando dele - Quero me comprometer e ser melhor pra você, só com você. Por favor. – Ele termina a frase, e indo contra tudo o que você espera, ele traz a sua mão até os lábios, deixando um beijo casto ali.

Que merda era essa? Ele nunca demonstrou afeto em público, e de repente, além de segurar em sua mão, ainda a beija? No meio de várias pessoas? Ele com certeza sabe como te fazer derreter, você fica sem palavras e corada com o gesto, estupefata e ao mesmo tempo se odiando por ser tão afetada por ele. Mas não era isso o que você queria o tempo todo? Que ele se desculpasse, e te prometesse o mundo? Então por que está sendo tão relutante em aceitar?

- Eu vou pensar sobre isso. Mas tenho condições. – Começa, se sentindo uma vitoriosa por sua voz não sair falha, e tentando controlar o rubor em sua face.

- Ok. – Ele diz, dando um último beijo em sua mão, e a largando. Você imediatamente sente falta do contato.

- Primeiro, e se você não concordar, já finalizamos por aqui. – Lança um olhar sério - Não quero que você mantenha contato com a Malena, você vai ficar comigo e somente comigo, não ligo pro acordo que vocês fizeram de continuarem a amizade. Não me importa se é sua ex, se tem uma história, ou o que for, ela acabou pra você entendeu? – Termina, cruzando os braços e arqueando a sobrancelha, e dane-se que você parece uma psicopata obsessiva.

- Tudo bem, eu concordo. – Responde prontamente.

Isso é estranho, ele está aceitando tudo muito fácil, você esperava um pouco mais de resistência da parte dele, não que você esteja reclamando, óbvio.

- E segundo, se me quiser de volta, vai ter que lutar por isso – Declara convicta, apontando um dedo em sua direção - Vamos no ritmo que eu quiser, ou seja, com calma, e vamos fazer certo desta vez. – Ele não parece entender o que você implicou, só inclinando a cabeça para o lado em confusão. Você revira os olhos e diz:

- Eu to querendo dizer: sem beijo, toque ou sexo. Você tem que me cortejar antes, se quiser chegar nisso.

A expressão dele cai, com certeza não esperando por essa exigência sua, e considerando a vida sexual dos dois antes do término, sabia que não seria fácil pra ele. Mas precisava disso, se ele te quisesse de verdade, e não somente o seu corpo, teria que te provar. Ele arruma o rosto e responde:

- Tudo bem – Diz convencido – Eu te conquistei uma vez, posso fazer de novo.

- Veremos. – Retruca em tom de desafio.

E com isso, um silencio se instala na mesa. De repente você se sente extremamente tímida, e sem saber como devem prosseguir a diante. Tem tantas coisas que ainda precisam ser ditas, esclarecidas, mas vocês vão se acertando pouco a pouco, ao menos é o que você espera.

- Você tá bonita. – Ele quebra o silêncio.

- Me bajular não vai te levar a lugar nenhum – Diz o alertando.

- Eu sei, mas ainda assim vou dizer. – Retruca, teimoso como sempre.

- Obrigado. – Agradece a contragosto.

- Me conta mais sobre sua irmã – Ele começa a se servir com mais café – Ela é mais velha?

Você é pega de surpresa com isso. Não acostumada com a demonstração de interesse dele em relação a sua vida pessoal, só quando envolvia estar entre suas pernas.

- Sim, ela é. – Confirma.

E antes que você se de conta, a situação não está mais tensa, com os dois tentando não pisar em ovos. Estão rindo, e conversando. Você pega o telefone e o mostra fotos de sua irmã, dela com seu cunhado, e dos três juntos. Até comenta do casamento, e ele se mostra realmente contente com os detalhes, provavelmente ainda aliviado de o homem não ser próximo de você, pelo menos não da maneira em que ele imaginava.

Você pergunta sobre os garotos, como eles estão, e pede para que o mesmo envie um abraço seu a todos, e se desculpe em seu nome por não terem conversado ultimamente. Você fica receosa em saber se eles estão chateados, ou ressentidos do seu comportamento, o que ele é rápido em negar, te tranquilizando, dizendo que eles entenderam a situação, e que apenas estão com saudades. Relata que contou ao grupo do envolvimento entre vocês, e que eles compreenderam. Mais uma vez te surpreendendo, em como ele está sendo transparente agora.

Ele é atencioso, e antes de irem embora, insiste para que você coma mais alguma coisa, sabendo como você é apaixonada pelas sobremesas de lá. Ele ri em como você abre um sorriso, e aponta animada para o doce, para que a garçonete o pegue. E em meio a isso, você não consegue parar de pensar, que se ele continuasse se comportando assim, você vai amar ele mesmo, e não vai se importar nenhum pouco com isso. Mas se está tudo tão bem, por que você ainda sente que tem algo errado?

__ __

Espero que tenham gostado do capítulo, até o próximo 😚🩵

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

hihi!!! your oc is so cute! ^^ could you you please write some headcanons or a short one shot with mereo x fem!reader on her period? thank you sm! :D

Hiya~! :3 Thank you!! I'm so happy to hear that you like her T^T <3

Yes! I was in the middle of writing her for something else, and this proved to come at a suitable time to try and align myself with writing for her again. So, I hope you enjoy~

Pairing: Mereoleona x f!reader Fanfic type: Oneshot Genre: romance, fluff Length: ~0.7k Contains: talk about periods and period pain, not much else, has fluff, Mereo giving a word of comfort in her own way

It was again that time of the month. Though you tried to power through it, despite feeling the approaching cramps, discomfort and pain. Because you knew that the world wouldn’t stop, just because you’d have your time of the month again.

An unfortunate fact.

But. You’d try your best to not let it out on those around you. Because you didn’t want to be mean to them, even though they’d understand that you’re just in pain constantly, which made things… especially your temper, more difficult. Your energy levels would be down, and you’d find it more difficult to concentrate on things.

Which wasn’t unordinary by any means.

If you were anyone else than Mereoleona, that is.

It just seemed so … strange. Like, it wasn’t that you could have imagine the proud, uncrowned, undefeated lioness struggling in period pains previously, but after starting to date her she just… never seemed to show signs of it. Her temper remained always the same. No particular fatigue. Never complained about being in pain.

And once you had had to ask about it. About how she just… pushed through it.

Her reply had been a shrug, and an utterance of how she didn’t feel that much of… anything, while on her period. Sure, there was a sense of weight. Sometimes discomfort in her lower stomach. And bleeding constantly was hardly the most pleasant of sensations, but all in all ‘it wasn’t that bad’.

‘It wasn’t that bad’.

To her.

Which had made you, for a while, want to just try to… suck it up, and carry on. Just like she did.

Only that… maybe her pains just… weren’t as bad as yours? People had different levels of pain, so maybe this was just about that. Or then she had hardened herself during the years she had spent in the wilderness. So, she had a rather large head-start when it came to that.

And you couldn’t just… will the pain away. On a particularly bad cycle.

“I’m sorry but then pains are just.. too bad, now,” you told her at the side of the training grounds while holding your stomach.

Her eyes turned to you, as she stood there, like the pilar of strength that she was, with her arms crossed. And then she nodded.

But as you began walking past her, she followed, without a word. Until you were an adequate distance away from the rest.

“I’m not.. as good with pain as you,” you half admitted, half mused with melancholy.

“There are different kinds of pain,” she replied. Her tone wasn’t angry, or adamant, but more… factually gentle.

Your head turned to her, as you walked down the corridor. But no words left your lips.

“Some pains should be pushed through. And those are the kinds that make you stronger, in the end. But some pains, just exist. And while you can’t do anything with them, other than persevere, they subside, in the end.”

For some reason it sounded like she was talking a little about the world, and not just period pains. But… the logic applied, just the same.

“Besides, people tell me that warmth helps with period pains in particular,” she added. “And given how I’m so warm, it wouldn’t surprise me if that had something to do with how I seem to be getting off easier on that aspect.”

A faint chuckle left you, because there seemed to be an attempt of a joke in the statement.

Of which the faint smirk on her lips spoke.

“But… perhaps I can spare a little of the warmth,” she grinned while wrapping her arm around you, and evoking her flames that enveloped you without leaving as much as a scrape on their war, but instead, leaving you feeling warm, and soft, like it was warm water travelling over you. Like a bath, and a shower, combined, which eased the pain. And brought comfort to your very soul.

Because it was certain that the evening would continue with food and drinks, delivered to your shared bedroom, where you’d lay, comfortably in her warm embrace. After all, she was a lion, and she did have a habit of loitering around, when she deemed it necessary to spare some energy for more fitting feats.

It was just that in this, taking care of her girlfriend, and paying around in bed, while taking a nap, was wrapped up in one.

[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | 14: A DE in the DA

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): None this chapter A/n: I am very proud of that first sentence [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Umbridge really puts the 'fun' in 'academia'. Decree after decree, you're sure that, soon, she makes it punishable for students of different houses to be friends. And all the miserable toad does is watch it unfold with a pleased smile.

She even starts to go after the teachers. Seeing which ones she can fire so she can estate 'Ministry approved' teachers in their stead. Which induces a foul mood from teachers all around. And you just had to have Potions when Umbridge questioned Professor Snape.

After the many questions about Snape's failed attempts of being the DADA teacher, he is all scowl and glummer. It's the reason why he made the most awful combinations of people pairing up.

When Snape called your name and Theo's, you wanted to protest. But one look from the professor made you shut up and move towards Theo's station.

The air between the two of you is tense. The only thing said between the two of you is the mumble of ingredients and instructions to add to the cauldron.

As you stir the potion, you feel his gaze on you. "You've been avoiding me." Whereas Draco's claim sounded annoyed, Theodore's is hurt.

You don't dare to look at him and continue stirring. 

"Why..? After everything... after-"

Now is your chance to really push him away with some well-pointed words. "After what, Theodore? Nothing happened." You do your best to glare at him, but you're sure it more looks guilty than anything else.

Theo scoffs and leans back. "I see how it is. Well, good luck with your Boy-Who-Lived and his friends who called you a Death Eater." He slams his spoon on the table and storms out of the classroom. 

You wince at the name. And he's right. Ron called you a Death Eater. But how wrong is he really?

Blinking away the tears, you bottle up your potion and hand it to Snape. He inspects it and sends you off with a nod. You go to collect your stuff, when you notice Theo's scarf has fallen out of his bag. You pick it up and hesitate for a moment before pocketing it.

That Hogsmead weekend, when you have no desire to be around people, you sit in the snowy courtyard with Theodore's scarf around your neck. It still smells like him and his perfume.

You go largely unnoticed by the groups of students who pass you but a hand full of Gryffindors pique your interest.

You follow silently after them, overhearing them discuss a place where they can practice defensive magic.

"I may know a place." Your mouth moves before your brain can register what you just did, and the group turns around to you. The Weasley siblings don't look too pleased you've heard them, but Hermione and Harry smile.

After some coaxing from the two, the group follows after you, up the stairs to the seventh floor. You stop in front of a blank wall that's across from a tapestry that depicts a wizard trying to make trolls dance.

You close your eyes and think about a place where it is safe to practice your spells for a big enough group. Ron wants to say something, but at that moment a door materialises.

Smiling, you push the double doors open and reveal-

"The Room of Requirement", breathes Hermione out in wonder.

It's not as big as the Great Hall, but it surely can house enough students to practice in secret. Mirrors line the walls and cut off pilar miraculously hold up the room.

"The what?", asks Ron as he stands on the threshold of the room.

"It's also known as the Come and Go Room. The Room of Requirement only appears when a person has real need of it, and is always equipped for the seeker's needs."

"…So say you needed a toilet."

You roll your eyes. "Charming Weasley. But yes, that is the idea."

"It's brilliant!", remarks Harry, already moving into the room to study the fight dummies and heaps of cushions on the floor. "But how did you know about the DA..?"

The group turns towards you.

Your jaw is tense. "It is no secret that the Dark Lord is back. And what use are textbooks when they so carelessly throw around torture and killing curses?" Your fists are balled and your gaze is harsh.

The Gryffondors seem taken aback by your statement, but you pay them no mind. "I want into this club. Or whatever it is. We all know what type of people my family are, so I need all the help I can get to stay sane. Please."

Something about them — about Harry — makes you feel safe. Safe to tell the truth. But not all of it.

They share looks with each other before agreeing that you're okay to join. Hermione makes you sign a piece of paper and after that your officially a member of Dumbledore's Army.

Not long after the DA begins its weekly lessons, Umbridge started with counter rules. First groups above a certain amount of people aren't allowed, and then clubs are banned. Quidditch is also under fire and only the Slytherin team is permitted to train.

The nail in the coffin for you is when an Inquisitorial Squad is established for extra credit, which your cousin and his friends eagerly join. Your heart breaks a little when you see Theodore stroll in with the badge pinned on his uniform the next morning at breakfast.

While Draco and his cronies are hunting for the DA, the lessons are a hit. Harry is a phenomenal teacher and has a lot of patience. He makes sure everybody understands the assignment and takes extra time if a student doesn't get it right.

One student that struggles a lot is Neville. And as the spells come easy for you, you've approached Neville to help him. At first, he was all wide-eyed and scared, but after a while, he started to unfreeze.

"Come on, Nev, you can do it! Just aim and hit me!" You encourage the boy the best you can as you brace for the impact that's to come.

"Depulso!", he yells out. But instead of you getting knocked off your feet, Neville himself lands on his behind. 

Rushing over, you help him to his feet. "Don't worry, you'll get it eventually."

Neville sighs sadly. "I can't even disarm you, how in Merlin's name could I have thought I could knock you off your feet?!" 

Harry appears out of thin air "Everything's with time, Neville. Your wand movements have improved and the only thing you need to work on is your stance. Why don't you ask Hermione to help you?"

The lanky boy nods and scurries off to find her. Harry and you stand next to each other, looking over the room of spell-casting kids. 

"You've been doing a great job, Harry." You bump against his shoulder and he smiles.

"I doubt I would be anything if it wasn't for Hermione and Ron."

Turning towards Harry, you give him a deadpan look. "Don't downplay yourself, Harry! Nobody else could have taught the twins anything except you."

Harry runs a hand through his short hair. "And you? You don't look as fine as you claim to be. Hermione told me about Nott and you."

Your mood dulls as you think about the curly-haired boy and your shoulders deflate. Your answer comes out in a whisper. "You know who- what my family is, Harry... I would only hurt him if I continued whatever I had with him. At the rate this is going, I wouldn't be surprised if the Dark Lord returns by the end of the school year."

"Aren't Nott's family also Death Eaters? His father at least. I think you're hurting him more by not telling him anything than just explaining what's going on in that head of yours."

You look at the Boy Who Lived, who suddenly looks so mature for his age. Most people in this room do. Looking down, you realise he is right. But you're not ready to admit that. Because ignoring and avoiding is so much easier than facing your heartbreak head-on.

Taglist (bold means I couldn’t tag you): @the0doreslover @lqndkxlmqma @st4rrry @choppedpartymuffinwinner @ledtassoo @literallyobessed @lestat-whore​ @vanishingcherry @harrysnovia @pietrobae @ireallywannasleep127 @yeolsbubbles @fruityfrog505 @fluffybunnyu