#please i’m a star i swear i don’t care about the game i just want to see my global superstar pop star mother sister best friend lover baby 😔

[morgana-pendragon]

taylor swift will have a perfectly normal girl saying shit like “put the football game on”

[i2sunric]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 (l.hs)

PAIRING: heeseung x reader (f)

SUMMARY: due to a storm, his parents are stuck in a motel for the night while you are stuck at his house. with wi-fi not working, heeseung can’t think of anything better than recreating the scenes of your smutty books.

WARNINGS: established relationship, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), fingering, standing sex (?), missionary, pussy eating, masturbation, dirty talking, blowjob, oral (m and f receiving), rough sex, chocking, i lied about the doggy style, pet names (angel, baby), lmk if more, NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 13th August 2024

WC: 3.7k

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a/n: honestly the intro sucks and so does the outro but i swear the smut is GOOD. literally 3k words of filthy porn ngl. enjoy lol. please LIKE & REBLOG to spread and let me knows your thoughts 💗

What was supposed to be a cozy Thursday night ended up in you being forced to stay at Heeseung’s house for the night.

Forced? Not really, you enjoyed the excuse of spending more time with your boyfriend. Because of a flooding caused by the storm outside, you weren’t able to go back home.

But neither were his parents, who were supposed to have a nice date and ended up being blocked by the horrible weather.

The sound of the raindrops tapping against the window filled the room as Heeseung turned off the shower.

You were laying on his bed with your back to the wall as you peacefully read your book, thankful that your sixth sense made you bring it.

Heeseung entered the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist while he used another to dry his damp hair.

“Reading still?” He asked, nudging the book with toe. “Ew.” You stated, pushing his foot away “And yes.”

Heeseung just chuckled and moved to get his clothes from the drawer “Heard from your parents?”

He hummed “I called them before showering, they said they’ll stay at a motel,” He put his boxers on “But before they could say more, the line cut off.”

You threw a glance at the window “This storm is going to destroy a lot of things.”

Heeseung struggled to put on shorts and then rounded the bed, the mattress lowering where his weight was.

“I bet they’re having some wild sex right now.” You joked, flipping another page of your book.

Heeseung pinched your side “Ew? I don’t really want to think about my parents going at it.” He laughed, laying down beside you.

“Careful, you might have a brother soon.” You joked again, earning another gentle pinch.

A couple of minutes passed by and Heeseung groaned “Wi-fi doesn’t work.” He threw his phone at the end of the bed. “I can’t play games.”

“Poor you.” You cooed, caressing the hand he had placed on your hip, his chest pressed against your back.

“Can’t you put your book down and give me attention?” You could hear the pout in his voice “No boy, I’m at an important point.”

“Evil.” Heeseung murmured as he settled into a more comfortable position, strangely not going anywhere to do something else.

You felt his hand on your side, relaxed as well as his breath even. ‘He must’ve fallen asleep’, You thought, as you flipped another page of your book, unable to stop your eyes from reading the scene unfolding before you.

If Heeseung was to casually open his eyes and read even one line of the chapter, he would certainly make fun of you.

Who even reads smut in their boyfriend’s bed?

You felt his hand flex on your stomach but you didn't really mind, he would always move uncontrollably when asleep— sometimes, even kicking you.

As your mind proceeded the words written down on paper, your body reacted to it, almost unconsciously.

You could feel your core pulse in need, your body temperature raising and at the same time goosebumps appeared on your skin.

It always happened, you couldn’t help the way your imagination wandered with the characters of the book, the tension and the way they cared for each other. It was all too tempting, you could feel your stomach fill with butterflies.

But your boyfriend was sleeping and you didn’t want to disturb him, knowing he already had troubles falling asleep — the reason why he always stayed up late to play games —, so you kept quiet.

You felt Heeseung shift behind you, the hand on your stomach circling your waist until he was able to pull you against his chest, his breath hot against your ear.

You held your breath as he changed position, not making any sudden movement while he used you like you were a teddy bear.

Gulping down, you waited a few beats before focusing your attention back on the chapter.

It’s not like you and Heeseung had never gone further than third base, but it was always so… vanilla.

You longed for someone to use you for your own pleasure, to talk you through your multiple orgasms, to mark you up and manhandle you like a doll.

But you would never have the courage to confess that to Heeseung.

Yes, you two had been together for almost a year and half though you weren’t ready to open up to your contorted fantasies. Afraid that he may run away, you loved him too much for that.

So, you hid in your imagination, burying your nose in books that filled the void inside of you.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you tried to calm the fire igniting your bones, but your hips shifted uncomfortably, the ache between your legs too strong to be ignored.

Suddenly, Heeseung spoke to your ear, voice low and husky “You want to show me too?” You jolted and closed the book, catching your finger in middle, hissing at the pain.

You turned your face around and caught his gaze, something different inside it. Something primal.

“I-I thought you were sleeping.” You said, blinking faintly and Heeseung smirked, “I was reading with you.”

He reached the book from your hand and like a fool, you let him take it. He opened the page where you had left your finger in and cleared his throat “He looked at her with a strange urge, his attention gliding to her face,” He started reading.

“His voice was low when he said ‘Show me, show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone in the middle of the night’.”

The heat that was once in your stomach moved to your cheeks, embarrassment coating your expression.

“It’s just a chapter, I was skipping it.” You tried to reach back for your book but he held it up, sitting “Ah, lying is bad, Y/N.”

Heeseung’s smirk was cocky “You seemed pretty into it.” You scoffed, “Give it back.”

Your boyfriend was clearly enjoying it, the way you blushed and the flustered look on your face. He licked his bottom lip and eyed you up and down.

Only when you lowered your gaze, unable to meet his, did you notice the hard-on he was sporting. Was he enjoying it the same way you were?

“There’s no wi-fi.” He stated, “And my parents aren’t home, don’t you think we should occupy our time?”

This side of him was something you had never seen, perhaps, had he the same hidden likings as yours? Looked like you were about to find out.

“How?” You asked, your voice hoarse, barely yours. Heeseung glanced back at the page and said “Take off your shorts.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, “W-What?” And he just chuckled darkly “Do you think I didn’t notice your body language, mh? Do you think I didn’t see how you were craving… this?” He raised the book.

“Now, take off your shorts or I’ll have to do it myself.” Normally, you would comply, but you were feeling bold, adrenaline shooting in your veins, so you said instead, “Make me.”

His eyes darkened, his brow raised. He placed the book on the bed and crawled towards you as you backed away until your back hit the headboard.

He kept eye contact while his fingers hooked around your shorts, and instead of his usual slow pace, he yanked them off.

You gasped at the sudden force, soon enough your shorts were laying on the floor “Isn’t this what you want?” He questioned.

“You want someone to dominate you, uh? To show you what’s your place?” Your whole body shivered from his words as you mindlessly nodded.

“All this time I’ve been gentle, afraid to make you uncomfortable,” He gripped your panties “But all you wanted was to be fucked, hard, isn’t it?” He ripped them off you, the sound of fabric stretching making you gasp again.

He smirked and threw the messy fabric on the floor, with your shorts “So, I’ll follow what you like.” He pointed at the book resting on the duvet “Play with yourself.”

You widened your eyes. Heeseung’s behaviour was different from his usual one, though you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. Lord, you were drenched just from his words and he could see it, the way your juices coated your pussy, spread in front of him.

You gulped and slowly moved your hand down, reaching your clit which you started circling.

A soft hum escaped your lips at the sweet feeling and you watched him, his gaze so primal and full of lust as he took in the sight of you touching yourself.

Just a few beats passed before he asked “You know what she does now, right?” And you nodded, lifting your hand up to his lips. He hummed and took them inside his mouth, his warm tongue twirling around your digits.

The taste of you, even if it was just brief, was enough to make his head spin, so delicious and intoxicating.

You removed them “Let me watch while you fuck yourself.” He said and was suddenly aware of your position. Of how open you were in front of him, your folds clenching around nothing.

Heeseung raised an impatient brow and you hurried to coat your fingers in your juices, rubbing them against your entrance before thrusting one inside.

You moaned, your fingers brushing against your g-spot right away, given all the times you’d done this.

Heeseung licked his bottom lip, the taste of you still lingering in his mouth, on his tongue. He could feel his shorts grow tighter by the minute, his desire for you overtaking any rational thought.

“One more baby, I know you can take it.” He urged and you complied, adding a second digit to your ministration.

Heeseung let out a groan, his eyes locked on you as you brought pleasure to yourself. He quickly took the book back in his hands and flicked the page, a wicked smile on his lips.

“Yeah, bet you’ll like this.” He said as he pushed himself down the bed and took you by the back of your thighs, tilting your body until it was pending at the edge of the bed.

You stopped your movements and pulled your fingers out with a ‘POP’ sound, resting on your elbows to look down at him “Hee?”

“Don’t worry, angel.” He pried your legs open, his breath fanning on your cunt, making you squeeze your eyes “Just need to taste your sweet pussy.”

And then you felt it, the swipe of his tongue across your folds, your mind clouding from the pleasure as soft gasps escaped your lips.

Heeseung ate you like a starved man, alternating sucking on your clit and fucking you with his tongue, his strong grip prevented you from squirming around.

You rocked your hips against his mouth, needing to chase the pleasure building inside your lower belly.

You reached a hand and placed it on his head, your fingers tangling in his locks, “Mh, that’s it, angel.” He murmured, “Fuck my tongue.”

And so you followed his orders, moving with deep and slow thrusts, just enough to send jolts of pleasure through your jody as Heeseung stuck his warm tongue inside of you.

Soon, your movements grew sloppier and faster, your lips parted “I’m— I’m gonna—“ And before you could even finish your sentence, your orgasm hit you, making your back arch off the bed, your legs shaking.

“This was so hot, baby.” Heeseung pressed a few more kitten licks on your clit before raising himself, caressing your thighs with his thumbs.

You looked up at him, your breath still uneven from the great amount of pleasure he had put you in.

He gave you a small smirk before reaching behind you and taking your forgotten book back. He flipped the pages “Spoiler, she gives him a BJ.” He said.

You chuckled, your body now recovered as you sat up “And you don’t want it?” You batted your eyelashes.

Heeseung took a steady breath. “Don’t tempt me.” He quickly searched further one the book, scanning lines and as he found something he liked, he pointed at it, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“As much as I love feeling your mouth around me, I want to feel you whole.” He murmured.

You sat up, crawling towards him to the edge of the bed “Maybe I want to.”

His breath caught in his throat, your vicinity and your words going straight to his cock “The way she does.”

Heeseung went back to the chapter where it all started, scanning the lines until he read “After making her see stars, he quickly unbuttoned his jeans, his gaze dangerous. ‘Your moans were so sweet, darling.’ He murmured, lowering his jeans and boxers, his cock sprung free.” He paused to gulp.

“He took the back of her head and moved her ‘till her neck bent in an awkward position, his red tip brushing against her lips.” He lowered the book.

“Is this how you want it? Rough?” Heeseung questioned and you nodded “Might as well follow the script.” You shrugged.

A low groan built in his throat, you tugged the hem of his shirt “This off?” Your eyes glistened with fake innocence.

Heeseung swiftly worked his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. It’s not like you had never seen him without a shirt on, you were used to him during beach dates or pool parties, but it was always so breathtaking.

Heeseung smirked, noticing the way your hungry stare was studying his chest. In the blink of an eye his shorts joined his shirt, his cock hard and angry, some pre-cum smeared over the tip.

“Be a good girl and open up for me,” He murmured as he climbed on the bed, his hand clutching the headboard to keep himself steady.

You quickly laid down, his hips hovering on your face. You looked up at him, doe-eyes looking ever so pure… And then you took him all in your mouth.

Heeseung threw his head back at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cock, your head bobbing back and forth.

“Fuck,” He breathed out, his eyes meeting yours “So good, always so good.”

He caressed your cheek, his thumb grazing gently your skin as his hips bucked, meeting your pace.

He then pulled out, making you frown which was soon transformed when his lips met yours.

You could feel his cock twitching between your breasts, one of his hands squeezing it as his lips claimed yours.

The kiss was sloppy and messy, both of your tongues moving together, his spit down your throat.

He was delaying his orgasm, you noted, because he would’ve cum just from a few licks of yours.

And then he pulled his lips away from yours to thrust his throbbing length inside your mouth again “Mh… Yes— Shit. You’re so good, angel. Mouth made just for me.” He praised as he moved.

You hummed, sending waves of pleasure all through his body.

You gripped his thighs, bobbing your head faster, desperate to bring him the pleasure he deserved.

Heeseung understood and gripped the headboard with both of his hands, his hips thrusting inside of your warm and wet mouth. He hit the back of your throat, making you gag “I’m so close.” He breathed out.

At his words, you ignored the burning sensation building in your throat and hollowed your cheeks, with a few more thrusts he was emptying himself with a groan.

When he pulled out, you licked any drop of cum that spilled out your mouth and hummed happily.

Heeseung chuckled, leaning down again to capture your lips in a messy but loving kiss.

You playfully bit his bottom lip and he pulled away, yelping “Brat.”

You smiled at him and sat up, your voice just briefly hoarse “What happens next?”

Heeseung’s gaze darkened but his words were serious “You sure you want to continue?” He sighed softly, “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smiled reassuringly and beckoned to the book “Time to change chapter.”

Heeseung let out a quiet groan, his cock visibly twitching “He fucks her against the wall.” He narrated what he had read “Hard, hand around her throat… is that what you want?”

Just the idea of doing it that way had you drenched down there, a shiver ran along your spine “Yes, Hee.” You breathed out, and to emphasise you add “I need it.”

“My nasty girl.” He practically growled as he got up from the bed, taking you with him and slammed you against the wall of his bedroom.

You yelped when your back hit the cold surface, the tapping of the raindrops on the window your background music.

Heeseung claimed your lips again as one of his hands snuck to squeeze your backside, his fingers kneading it.

You could again feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach, its warmth infecting your core.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you,” He whispered on you throat “To have you milk my cock as I take you so hard you can’t say a coherent word.”

You rocked your hips against his, a clear effect of his words, your arms wrapped around his neck.

As if you weighed nothing, he raised you and you wrapped your legs around his sculpted waist.

Without any warning except for the aligning of his cock, he slammed deep inside of you, making you moan out.

Heeseung wasn’t the biggest cock you’ve seen, but he surely was the longest. You could feel him so deep, he could probably even reach your stomach if he tried hard enough.

You gripped the back of his neck like your life depended on it as he moved without any mercy, pulling all the way out until the tip just to slam back in, knocking the air out of your lungs.

He snuck one hand between your breasts and reached your throat, wrapping it around it. He gripped, not enough to choke you but good enough to make you light-headed.

His cock pounded hard into you, driving your brain into nothing but a puddle of his name, the one you screamed and moaned.

Your nails dug into his shoulders and he grunted, rewarding you with a deeper thrust, one you can almost feel in your centre, where the familiar knot was tightening.

Your eyes rolled back, just moans and whimpers escaping your lips.

Heeseung removed the hand from your throat and gripped your neck instead, letting your lungs that were screaming in protest fill with air up to their capacity.

He moved so your forehead pressed against his, both of you panting in each other’s mouth, your pussy clenching around him.

He groaned, he put one of his hands on the wall to steady himself as his hips kept bucking fast on yours, the sound of skin slapping mixing up with the rain’s.

“Is this what you like, baby?” Heeseung asked, moving his face to gently nip on your neck.

Your whole body felt sensitive from the attention he was giving it, from his small hickeys to the way he kept hitting your sweet spot “Y-yes.” You croaked out “Feels s’good, fuck.”

Heeseung grinned and stilled, twitching inside of you with a groan.

Before you could even comprehend it, he had you with your back on the mattress, never pulling out of you.

Your legs spread open, eager to feel him in you, to let him claim him.

“Fuck,” He grunted out, his pace never once faltering as he gripped your thighs to help himself, surely there would be marks the next day “Feels like heaven inside of you.”

You answered with a muffled whimper, not sure if your brain could even form out a word anymore.

He leaned on you, chest pressed against chest as he hid his face in the crook of his neck, his hot breath hitting your skin.

You rolled your eyes back, the pleasure building inside of you almost unbearable “Hee..” You breathed out, gripping his forearm to warn him where words couldn’t reach.

“I know,” He murmured, “Me too, baby…”

You cried out as you tried to delay your orgasm the same way he could do, but the pleasure was too much and before you could even try to resist more, you saw white.

Your back arched off the bed and squirmed around, your walls clenching tight around Heeseung who, despite your state, never stopped thrusting.

“Shit— Where do you want it?” He asked, because it was in some ways a first timer. First time going rough, first time going raw.

You couldn’t find your voice, your eyes watery from the impact of your orgasm, so you wrapped your legs around his waist, trapping him.

He frowned “Are you— Fuck.” You felt his cum filling you up to the brim, the sensation so sweet a gasp left your lips as he rocked slowly, adrenaline lowering.

After a couple of minutes where neither of you had the energy to move, Heeseung raised himself and offered you a warm smile “How was it?” He questioned as he stood up.

The sight of you, sprawled on his bed with both your seeds running down your thighs was enough to make him pop another boner, which earned him a side eye from you.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Heeseung chuckled, opening one of the drawers to retrieve one of his shirts and helping you in it. He then carefully cleaned you up, dried the sweat running down your forehead and after putting back on his shorts and underwear, he laid beside you.

One of his arms snuck around your shoulder, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead “You’ll have to go commando, since I ripped your panties.” You giggled, hugging him tighter.

“I really enjoyed… this.” Heeseung smirked, “I bet.” He glanced at the book, now resting on the bedside table “Come to me when you start another book, yeah?”

Heeseung absentmindedly squeezed your breast through the shirt “I’ll make sure to recreate it all… even may steal some of the lines.”

Content that he wasn’t going to judge you for your strange likings, rather supporting them, you let yourself be held as the storm outside slowly died, the breeze hitting your skin as you fell asleep, safe in his arms.

[liliacamethyst]

Webs of Fate - Miguel O'Hara (Part II)

Sequel to Web of Secrets

Miguel O'Hara x SpiderSun Reader

words: 5.2K

warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine, smut, time jumps, not really comic accurate (canon events), semi public piv, 18+

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

You are all back at the Spider-Verse Headquarters and the atmosphere is tense. Everyone is still high on adrenaline from the mission. You’re nursing a deep gash on your arm but your spirit is far from broken.

Miguel, however, seems to be on the verge of an explosion.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT OUT THERE SPIDER SUN?” he bursts out, his voice echoing through the HQ.

You're taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“That reckless behavior! You could have been killed!” he roars. “Why didn’t you retreat when you were injured?!”

“Because there were lives at stake! I can handle myself, Miguel!” you shout back.

“You think this is a game?! You think being part of this team is just for kicks?” Miguel’s face is red, his voice strained.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare question my dedication!” you yell, your own anger now matching his.

The team is watching, shifting uncomfortably. Gwen looks at Jess, who shakes her head. The room is thick with tension.

Alright, if you are being honest with yourself, your recent actions in the field could definitely be classified as reckless. Perhaps even bordering on idiotic - not that you’d ever confess that in front of Miguel. You didn’t know where your mind went. Wait, no, scratch that. You knew precisely where your thoughts were, every mission since you discovered your pregnancy has been like this; your spider senses dulled, focus scattered to the wind, and reflexes that would’ve made a sloth proud.

And then there was this mission – your first one in quite a while alongside Miguel. He was bound to notice.

So you were fighting an Electro variant from an alternate universe, alongside Jess, Gwen, Ben and Miguel. The electric villain was throwing bolts of energy left and right and everyone was giving their all. You noticed a civilian trapped under some debris. You made a beeline for them, not thinking about anything else.

As you lifted the debris, an energy bolt flew straight for you. Usually, your Spider-Senses would have alerted you but not today. It hit you square in the back and sent you flying.

You hit a wall but ignored the pain as you scrambled back to your feet. A sharp ache spread across your arm but you gritted your teeth and kept fighting.

Miguel yelled, “What the hell are you doing?! Fall back!”

But you didn’t, you kept pushing forward.

He landed next to you, his eyes filled with anger and something else, maybe a hint of worry. He grabbed your waist to pull you back. But as another energy bolt was coming your way, you shoved him out of the path, taking the hit for the second time. So yeah, you could say that this mission wasn't exactly the shining star in your superhero career.

“ESTÚPIDA! So damn stupid. I won’t fucking watch someone throw their life away recklessly!” Miguel was now yelling loudly in oyur face for everyone in the HQ to hear.

“Oh, please. What’s it to you? Since when do you care, Miguel?!” you shout back, finally having enough of his insufferable attitude. “All this time, you’ve treated me like I’m dispensable. Like I don't matter! Well, guess what? I can fight, I can make decisions, and I don’t need you to approve them!”

“Don’t!” Miguel's voice cracks, and for a brief second, there’s a look of hurt on his face that surprises you. But his rage quickly replaces it. “I cannot do this anymore with you, ¿me entiendes?” he yells.

The room falls silent. Everyone’s gazes dart between you and Miguel. You can feel Gwen’s worried eyes on you, and Ben Riley. looks like he wants to intervene, but this moment is too charged.

You take a deep breath, tears welling up. “I can't do this anymore either,” you whisper.

“What?” Miguel's voice is barely audible.

“I can't keep fighting for a team where I’m not respected or trusted. Where you treat me constantly like a liability, like I am worth nothing to you,” you say, your voice steadier now.

“You don’t know what you are saying,” Miguel says, his tone slightly softening.

You turn around, your eyes welling up once again and open a portal to your universe. “I do, I quit” you say, your voice breaking.

You reach into your pocket and pull out your transdimensional gizmo, the small device that every Spider-person uses to travel across the multiverse. It's an intricate piece of technology, a blend of science and magic that fits in the palm of your hand.

You toss the device on the table in front of Miguel. It skids across the surface before coming to a stop right in front of him. He looks from the gizmo to you, his expression unreadable.

"Take it. We don’t need it anymore." You say defiantly, meeting his gaze.

Everyone knows the implication of you returning the gizmo. Without it, you're effectively stranded in your universe, unable to return to the society. This isn't a decision made lightly, it's a point of no return.

As you step through the portal, you glance back one last time. You see Miguel’s face, contorted in pain, but he doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak and he doesn't stop you.

Your heart is breaking, but you can’t stay here. Not when it’s this painful.

You turn away and head toward the portal room, with one hand lightly grazing your tummy. Gwen calls your name, but you don’t stop.

In the dim light of the room, the world seems to fade away as you lie there with Miguel on top of you. You are under him, breathless, your fingers running through his hair. His body pins you down in a tender, electrifying way, and you can feel the rhythm of his heart beating against yours.

His fangs graze the curve of your neck lightly, eliciting a shiver that runs through you. In response, he nuzzles into you, his breath warm against your skin.

"Ever think about what we're doing?" he asks in a whisper that vibrates against your neck.

"Constantly," you respond, your fingers tracing the curve of his broad shoulders, "but I don’t regret it, not a moment.”

He lifts his head, his red orbs searching yours. “Neither do I,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. His hand reaches up to trace the contour of your face.

"You know," you whisper, your hands continuing caressing his back, "I always wondered what it was like in your universe, in your time."

He shifts a little, propping himself up on one elbow as he looks down at you. His eyes, usually as unreadable, now seem to crack open; emotions swirl within them like stars.

"It was great, you know," his voice is gentle, each word enveloping you. "No, more than that – it was perfect," he corrects himself. His eyes never leave yours as he continues, "I had my Gabriella. Ah, you would have adored her." His voice softens to a mere whisper as if speaking her name too loudly might shatter the memory. "She was this incredible burst of life just like you. My own little sunshine. I didn’t know my heart could hold so much until she came into my life."

"The way she would throw her head back and laugh, it was like music. Her tiny hands – so soft and gentle. I remember how one of them always found mine, and the world felt... right." He continued, "I was never alone, never empty." He swallows hard, as if trying to keep the flood of emotions from washing over him.

You cup his cheek gently, smiling up at him. "You don't have to be alone, you know?"

He lets out a dry chuckle. “Sometimes it feels like there's no other option. It’s my fate."

“What scares you the most, Miguel?” you suddenly ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitates. “To lose myself… to forget what it means to care for someone,” he finally confesses.

“You won’t,” you assure him, your thumb stroking his cheek. “Not if you don’t let yourself.”

“¿y tú?” His voice is husky. “What’s your biggest fear?”

“To be forgotten,” you whisper.

He lowers himself and presses his forehead against yours. “Imposible,” he breathes. “You’re the sun. No one forgets the sun.”  He pulls you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer until the world outside disappears.

Suddenly, his wrist console beeps, yanking him back to the present. "O’Hara, are you okay?" Lyla's voice echoes in the room, breaking the silence. He blinks, his gaze focusing on the holographic screen displaying the mission details in front of him. "Yeah, Lyla," he responds, his voice a bit hoarse. "Just remembered something," he murmurs, and refocuses on the screen before him.

Amidst the sea of codes and numbers, Miguel finds himself struggling to focus. His thoughts still are consumed by you, and a heavy realization crashes down upon him like a tidal wave - he’s lost you forever.

He always knew that this was how it was meant to be. This was the only logical conclusion, the inevitable outcome that he had tried so hard to deny. He was aware of the potential repercussions, the cosmic imbalance that could be brought about by your intertwining fates. 

Lyla had warned him multiple times, cautioned him against letting you close. But how could he have possibly resisted you? You, who shone brighter than the sun, who captured the hearts of everyone around with your aura and your kind soul. Your beauty was unparalleled, and your laughter had the power to fill a room, casting away shadows. He was a moth drawn to your flame, hopelessly captivated from the very first day he met you.

 But you were never meant to be his story, not the path his life was meant to tread. You belonged to another world, another universe.

"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" Lyla breaks the silence with her smooth, computerized voice. “No,” he interrupts her sharply, his voice a little too forceful.

But Lyla isn't easily deterred. "You know it was dangerous from the beginning, Miguel," Lyla continues. "Engaging with her like that...it could have caused irreparable damage to the multiverse."

"I know," he replies curtly.

Unyielding, Lyla continues, "This was never supposed to be a canon event. Her universe is not meant to mix with yours. It's fortunate that she left when she did. The damage could've been—"

“I KNOW!” Miguel suddenly erupts, his voice thundering through the room. He screams, his frustration boiling over, "¡Ya lo sé, Lyla! ¡Basta ya!" ("I already know, Lyla! Enough already!") With a loud grunt, he sweeps his arm across his desk, sending his keyboard, mug, and various other items crashing to the ground.

There is a deafening silence as Miguel breathes heavily, his chest heaving. His eyes are wide, his face is flushed and his fangs are bared. He never loses control, not like this.

Lyla, for once, remains silent.

3 months later…

Back in Nea Yorkey, Earth 586 , you are perched on the rooftop, absentmindedly rubbing your stomach. Time has passed since you left Nueva York and Miguel, but your feelings for him are still a tangled mess. Damn these pesky pregnancy hormones.

 For once, it’s pretty calm out there. No honking horns in traffic jams or the usual buzz of people everywhere. It’s like the city hit the pause button and honestly, it’s kind of nice. The streetlights are like tiny fairy lights all over, and the tall buildings around you feel like they’re keeping you company.

The cool breeze brushes against your face, and you can't help but be lost in your thoughts. Thoughts of him. The relentless flood of emotions is almost too much to handle.

The flashback hits you hard, placing you right back in Miguel's office late one evening. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your backside planted firmly on his desk amidst strewn cables and metallic pieces and half-empty coffee mugs.

"Miguel, someone will catch us," you had warned, your breath hitching as he nipped at your skin, his hands deftly moving to undo your skintight suit. His hair was a little longer then, the ends tickling your forehead as he kissed you.

He had just chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, making your heart flutter. "They know better than to disturb me," he'd responded confidently, his lips trailing fiery kisses along your jawline.

Usually, Miguel was cautious about showing any sign of affection when others might be around, even if 'around' meant anywhere in the sprawling headquarters of the Spider Society. Yet, that night, he seemed to throw caution to the wind.

In his enclosed office, late into the evening, he let his guard down - a rarity. His lips were insistent against your skin, his touch setting you alight. You remember how the soft glow of the desk lamp had caught in his eyes, making them appear even more mesmerizing.

As he was holding your ass up steady and pounding into you, in a pace and fervor you never experienced before, you hear his communicator ring vibrating. You instinctively attempt to pull away, assuming he would answer the call, but he holds you tighter, his lips never leaving your skin.

His free hand pulls up a holographic screen,which flickered to life above the desk, revealing a slightly pixelated image of Jess. You panic for a moment, worried that she might see you in this intimate moment with Miguel, but he just shook his head slightly, reassuring you that she can't. He must have filtered the video feed on his end.

“Yes, Jess?” Miguel’s voice was steady, but his breath ghosted your neck in short spurts. He continued with his action, his thrusts a little slower but deep, nevertheless. You clamp your teeth down onto Miguel's shoulder in a desperate attempt to stifle the moans escaping your throat, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. You can barely contain yourself. Miguel's soft, amused chuckle vibrate through you as he wraps his arms around you protectively. Asshole.

“We’ve got an anomaly on Earth-4067, seems like a temporal rift,” Jess's voice came through the hologram.

“Have you tried the Q-particle stabilizer?” Miguel asks, his voice so casual it's almost disarming. His eyes meet yours, a playful glint in them.

“Yeah, but it didn’t work. The rift is actually growing,” Jess responds, the worry in her voice increasing. “What do you think we should do?”

“Alright, I want you to reconfigure the dimensional frequency to match the rift. Then patch the satellite feed through the Alchemax algorithm, reverse the temporal frequency by 4.7 hertz and use the resonance pulse to stabilize the rift,” Miguel articulates with authority as he continues to pick up his pace. You’re close to the edge, with the euphoria threatening to make you cry out. The sheer pleasure is now tinged with a faint edge of pain, and a wave of panic crashes over you. The thought of Jess possibly hearing you is nerve-wracking, and you’re now fighting to suppress your screams.

Your breathing becomes erratic as you whisper in a hoarse, needy voice, “Miguel, ‘m close."

"I know, mami. Come for me," he whispers back, his voice filled with a playful mischief that seems to defy the gravity of the situation. His hot breath against your ear sends shivers down your spine and the wave of pleasure crushes down on you.

“Miguel, are you sure about this? I mean, if something goes wrong…” Jess hesitates.

“I’m sure, Jess.” Thrust. “Do.” Another hard thrust. “it.” Miguel’s voice turns forceful.

“Okay, I trust you. But... are you alright? You sound kinda breathless,” Jess's suspicion returns.

“Oh, just...uh...running some diagnostics. It’s a bit stuffy in here,” Miguel replies with a smirk on his face, his fingers now gently brushing against your bare heated skin.

The rooftop is silent again, and you're still rubbing your belly, where the life you and Miguel created is growing. A bittersweet tear rolls down your cheek as you wish, not for the first time, that things could have been different.

You don’t know how long you are sitting there, taking in the city scene. But it was getting dark, when a familiar figure swings onto the rooftop. It's Gwen, carrying a small package in her hand. “Gwen? What brings you to Nea Yorkey?”

She walks up to you with a soft smile, "Do I need a reason to visit my favourite Spider-Ma? I've got something for you."

You raise an eyebrow as she hands you the package. As you unwrap it, you find a tiny Spider-Man hat, similar to the one Mayday usually wears. And to your surprise, there’s a tiny anarchy pin, attached to it.

"From the group," she says softly. She adds, pointing at the pin, "This bit here, that’s from Hobie." Of course it is.

You’re moved to tears as you hug the hat close. It's a simple gift, yet it means so much. You feel a lump in your throat, and Gwen steps forward, wrapping you in a warm, comforting hug.

"I...I miss all of you so much," you manage to whisper, your voice choked with emotion.

"We miss you too," Gwen replies, her voice equally soft.

You pull back, wiping your eyes. Gwen tries to lighten the mood, "So, any guesses on the gender? I bet it’s a boy."

You shrug, a small smile tugging at your lips, "I don't care what it's going to be. I just want them to be healthy."

Gwen grins, "Just remember, if it is a boy and he turns out to be a handful, you owe me a soda."

You both sit on the edge of the rooftop in a comfortable silence, legs swinging over the city, the conversation turns more serious.

"So," you venture, "how are things back at the Spider Society?"

Gwen’s expression turns contemplative. "It's been... strange since you left," she admits.

"Strange how?" you prod.

"Well, you know how Miguel was always a little on the, uh, grumpy side?" she says, making a grimace.

"You mean being a brooding fortress of doom and gloom?" you quip, and Gwen chuckles.

"Yeah, that. Well, he's gotten worse since you left. Like, way worse," Gwen's face turns somber as she continues. "He’s even more closed off than before. His temper’s shorter, he barely communicates, and he's been pushing everyone away. Miguel’s basically got everyone on lockdown. No unauthorized visits between universes. There’s this... I don’t know... this cloud hanging over him, you know?”

Your heart tightens as you take in her words. You had no idea that your departure had such an impact on him, or anyone for that matter.

“He doesn’t talk about it, but I think he misses you,” Gwen adds, looking directly into your eyes.

You are torn. Part of you wants to be angry at Miguel for how things went down, but another part aches for him.

Gwen nudges you. "Maybe he needs his sunshine back," she says with a gentle smile.

You sit in silence for a moment, the weight of Gwen’s words sinking in. “Don’t be silly. I was never his sunshine.”

4 months later…

Beneath the pale glow of hospital lights, pain and joy mingle in the delivery room. The grip you have on the sheets gets tighter as you push to usher your baby into the world. Your hair is sticking to your forehead, your breath comes in heaving gasps, exhaustion painting dark circles under your eyes.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, a portal flickers to life outside your window, and Gwen, Peter B., and Hobie emerge.

“Make way! The party has arrived!” Peter B. exclaims loudly.

“I don’t believe in parties.” Hobie says as he struts in, clad in his Spider suit with a leather jacket over it, pins and patches proudly displayed.

Gwen knocks at your door. The midwife, busy with you in the labor, answers.

“Uh, who are you?” the midwife asks, slightly agitated.

“We’re friends of hers,” Peter gestures towards you, “is it a good time?”

You hear their voices, but you cant muster up a response all you can do is scream and push.

“Blimey, I didn’t think it’d be like somethin’ outta Alien! You alright there, love?” Hobie’s eyes go wide, as he enters the room.

You can't help but laugh through the pain, "Oh, just peachy, thanks for asking."

Gwen steps forward, immediately grabbing your hand, her voice soothing, “Hey, you’re doing great. Is there anything we can do?”

“You could get Hobie out of here,” you jest, rolling your eyes, but your smile betrays your appreciation. Another loud scream follows.

“You got this, luv!” Hobie shouts. “Just imagine the bloody contractions as guitar riffs! You’re about to release the raddest album in history!”

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you hear the cries of your newborn baby.

“Congratulations, it's a boy!” the nurse announces, handing the baby to to you.

You can’t help but laugh. Gwen steps closer to the bed and takes a peek at the baby. Her eyes light up. “Told you, it’s a boy. He’s absolutely beautiful,” she whispers.

Hobie chimes in. “Alright, let’s get a proper look at the little bloke!” He leans in, and his face softens. "Oh, look at 'im!" Hobie exclaims in his thick British accent, peering at him. "Little blighter's a spitting image of 'is mum, ain't he?” No. You see it then, the dark eyes with a hint of red glow echo the intensity of his father's gaze, the dark chocolate hair and the sun kissed complexion. He looked undeniably just like Miguel. You cant help yourself but fall immediately in love with your and Miguel’s little boy.

As they prepare to leave, Gwen, Peter B., and Hobie each take turns holding Gabriel and whispering well-wishes to him. 

“I can’t thank you guys enough for being here,” you say, wiping away a tear.

Peter’s mask is off and he’s beaming. "We couldn't miss this for the multiverse!"

Gwen follows suit, "Yeah! Plus, Hobie wouldn't let us hear the end of it if we didn’t."

“We’re family,” Peter says firmly. “Across universes and timelines. We’re always here for each other.”

With that, the trio put on their masks and with another whoosh, they're gone.

1 year later...

One year has passed like a whirlwind. You've established a balance in your life. By day, you are a doting mother, and your world revolves around a little ball of energy named Gabriel. His laugh is the music that fuels your day, and his tiny hands holding yours make everything seem alright.

At night, though, you become someone else. Clad in a white suit adorned with golden sun patterns, you swing through the skyscrapers of Nea Yorkey as the Sun Spider. Your heart swells with pride, knowing that you’re keeping the streets and your little boy safe.

Your neighbor, Melissa, sometimes babysits Gabriel. She is a cheerful, quirky 19-year-old neighbor who dreams of becoming an Instagram influencer. You trust her (her career choice not so much) and, most importantly, Gabriel adores her.

Up until today, you believed that he hadn't inherited any powers. However, today was the first time he climbed up a wall and spun a web, without the aid of a web-slinger. It was the first time you witnessed him display such powers, and naturally, you were impressed. However, you also realized that being a mom would now involve dealing with a whole new set of challenges and responsibilities, making everyday life more exhausting than before. But you are up for the challenge;

Meanwhile, in the Spider Society’s HQ in Nueva York, Lyla’s holographic screen blinks red as she detects an anomaly in Earth 586 - your universe. She reports it to Miguel, who is still his grumpy self, seemingly even more irritable with each day passing.

“There’s a presence in Earth 586 that does not belong,” Lyla reports in her emotionless tone.

Miguel, sitting at his desk, sighs deeply. “Assemble the team. Pavitr, Lego Spider-Man, and... let’s bring in the newbie, Miles.”

Minutes later, the trio is briefed about the anomaly – a two-year-old child. They are to extract the child and bring it back.

Back in your universe, you're facing off against a notorious villain – The Shocker, who is on a rampage downtown. His high-frequency shock waves shake the very foundations of the buildings around you.

“Not tonight, Shocker,” you quip as you dodge a blast. “I’ve got a bedtime story to read!”

You're agile and sharp, but you can’t wait to get back home to Gabriel.

In your apartment, Melissa is on the couch, engrossed in her phone. She doesn't notice Pavitr slyly slipping into Gabriel's room. He can’t help but feel conflicted, seeing the innocent child asleep.

“This is the target?” Pavitr speaks in a hushed tone into his communicator. His voice is laced with doubt.

“Yes, proceed,” responds Miguel firmly.

Pavitr gently picks up Gabriel, cradling him in his arms. “Sorry, little guy,” he whispers and slips out.

Outside, they gather near the portal. Miles, who is visibly excited to be on his first mission, can sense the tension among the group.

“That was… too easy,” Pavitr murmurs, still holding the sleeping child.

Through the swirling portal, they make their way back to Nueva York.

Meanwhile, you web up The Shocker and leave him hanging for the police.

Back in the Spider Society's HQ in Nueva York, the team stands in a specialized containment room with the toddler still peacefully sleeping nestled in a makeshift bed of spider-web, completely oblivious to the attention he's attracting. One by one, members of the Spider Society trickle into the room, drawn by curiosity and concern.

Miles, who is new to the Spider Society, looks at the child with confusion. "I don't get it, what's so dangerous about a kid?" he asks.

Pavitr looks conflicted, “We have to determine where he came from and why he is considered an anomaly.”

Lego Spider-Man remains silent, trying to analyze the situation. He finally speaks up. "We should be cautious. Just because it's a child doesn't mean it's not potentially hazardous to the multiverse."

Miguel enters the room, his face cold and emotionless. He glances at the sleeping child, then at his team. “It doesn’t matter what it is. Anomalies threaten the balance of the multiverse. Every anomaly has to be returned to its home universe. That’s the rule.” he says sternly.

"But he's not an anomaly, boss," Jess adds, gazing fondly at the child. "He's a little boy."

Miguel’s gaze is unwavering, ignoring Jess. “Lyla? Whats the status?” 

Lyla's holographic form flickers into the room. "This entity possesses unknown powers," she declares, her voice ringing out with clinical detachment. "And according to my scans, it doesn't belong to any known universe. Therefore, it cannot be returned. It must be... eliminated."

Miles' eyes widen. “Wait, you mean…?” he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

Pavitr steps forward, his fists clenched. “We can’t just... There must be another way.”

Back in your universe, you swing closer to your apartment, but your spider-sense starts are tingling with a ferocity you’ve never experienced before. Your heart races, and you quicken your pace. Bursting through the window, you find Melissa still sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

"Where is he? Where’s Gabriel?!" you shout, panic straining your voice.

Melissa's eyes go wide as she looks up from her phone. "What? He's in his room, sleeping," she says, but her voice falters when she sees the terror on your face.

You rush into Gabriel's room and find the crib empty. Your knees buckle, and a guttural scream escapes your lips. The room spins as you run back to the living room, grabbing Melissa by the shoulders.

"Did anyone come in? Did you see anything?!" you practically scream at her.

“I... I didn’t see anyone. I swear!” Melissa's voice shakes.

Your heart feels like it's tearing apart. You look around the room, desperate for any clue. You need to find your son, and something deep within you tells you that the Spider Society is where you need to go. You have to find a way to travel through the multiverse without a gizmo and the time is ticking. You have to find your son.

Back in the HQ in the midst of the tension-filled room, Gwen stands up, "Miguel, you can't be serious," she pleads, disbelief resonating in her voice. "We can't just... kill a baby.”

Miguel's eyes narrow. "Sometimes tough decisions have to be made for the greater good.”

Just then, little Gabriel wakes up. His big eyes wander curiously around the room, and he starts to make happy babbling sounds. Unfazed by his surroundings, he looks at each of the Spider-People with fascination.

As Peter B. is about to reach down to pick Gabriel up, the toddler crawls quickly over to Miguel. His little face lights up with the purest of smiles and he reaches his tiny arms towards Miguel as if trying to give him a hug.

The room seems to collectively hold its breath. Even Miguel seems taken aback.

Pavitr can't help it, “He seems to have taken a liking to you, boss.”

Gwen smiles, her eyes watering up. “See? Even this innocent soul can sense there’s still good in you.”

Tiny fingers grip at the fabric of Miguel's suit, baby Gabriel coos and giggles as he clambers up the towering figure. Planting tiny baby kisses on any part of Miguel he can reach, the toddler's joyous laughter rings in the silent room. "Vete, Vete." Miguel mutters. And despite Miguel's cold exterior, Gabriel is unphased, drawn to him as though an invisible bond exists between them.

Miguel looks frustrated and uncomfortable with the baby's affection. He awkwardly picks Gabriel up at arm’s length. But the little one is relentless, trying to cuddle into Miguel’s chest.

Annoyed, Miguel places Gabriel into a containment field made of energy beams, to keep him in place. The baby, though restrained, is still reaching out to Miguel with his tiny hands, cooing.

The room goes quiet again, and Gwen speaks, her voice soft.

“Look at him, Miguel. Please. You can’t tell me that this doesn’t affect you in any way.”

Miguel's face is tense, his jaw clenched. His eyes dart between Gwen and Gabriel. All eyes are directed towards Miguel. The room feels like it’s waiting for something to shatter.

“We do what needs to be done, no exceptions.”

Part III "Web of Shadow and Light"

a/n: Honestly, I can't begin to express how much your support and kind messages mean to me. I literally started crying when I saw how much love this story received. It means the world to me. Truly, thank you. I'd love to hear your thoughts, and if someone could give me a heads-up on whether the tag list functioned properly, that would be great. Also, apologies for any inconsistencies or logical errors regarding the multiverse or canon theory. I watched the movie but I'm not 100% sure of that's how it works.

Once again, I really do appreciate each and everyone of you. Please, don’t forget to take good care of yourselves and stay hydrated! ILYSM

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Hope i’m not too late to request 😭

but i’d love a sae fic where the reader is a very famous hollywood actress, and the content would just be her in japan with sae coming to that u20 meeting, coming to the match, cheering for him, being shown on the big screen while doing so, and fluffy moments in front of the paparazzi

and also how the crowd and especially how the u20 members would react to it all (sendou would be interesting since bro wants an actress gf so bad lol)

i’ve been binge reading your posts the whole day today and i just HAD to request 💕💕 thank you so much 🤭

hiii love!! You made it before the last hours, I loved this request have a good read (also the rq has already closed, thank you to my loves who sent requests still, but I haven't finished the ones in the event yet. I will be ready for a new event) AND THANK YOU FOR 900 FOLLOWERS(｡◕‿◕｡✿)

Sae sat with the rest of the U-20 team during their pre-match briefing seemingly unbothered by the noise outside. But even his teammates couldn’t resist teasing him “Yo Sae care to explain why she is wearing your jersey” Sendou smirked nudging Sae’s arm “You’re dating her right You have to be. There’s no way she’d just show up for no reason”

Sae shot him a bored look “Focus on the game”

“But-”

“Shut up” Sendou groaned but didn’t stop staring at the monitors where the VIP section was being shown live “Man I swear if I had an actress girlfriend I’d retire from football right now. Goals achieved”

“Good thing you don’t” Sae replied flatly but his lips quirked up ever so slightly. The match began and the tension was palpable. Every time Sae got the ball the crowd roared but the cameras inevitably panned to you. You clapped enthusiastically leaning forward in your seat and when Sae’s shot curved perfectly into the net you jumped to your feet cheering louder than anyone else

The stadium erupted. Fans screamed his name but all Sae could hear even amidst the chaos was the faint echo of your voice. He looked up at the stands and found you beaming hands clasped in excitement. He allowed himself a brief glance just long enough for Sendou to notice

“Did you just smile at her” Sendou asked incredulously running beside Sae as they moved back into formation “Play the game” Sae said but there was a rare softness in his tone

The game ended with a U-20 victory. Sae dominated the field but the post-match buzz wasn’t just about his performance. The cameras couldn’t get enough of you rushing down to meet him at the sidelines. You threw your arms around him unbothered by the press or the dozens of lenses capturing the moment

“You were amazing” you said voice slightly breathless. Sae let you hug him one hand resting casually on your back “You’re loud you know that”

“You like it” you teased pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. The photographers captured every second your bright smile his subtle but unmistakable fondness. Fans online exploded with reactions some gushing about your chemistry others lamenting how “unfair” it was that Sae got the girl of their dreams

Back in the locker room the teasing was relentless “I can’t believe it” Sendou groaned throwing his towel to the floor “She was hugging you Sae. Hugging you. Meanwhile I can’t even get a text back”

“You’re embarrassing yourself” Sae replied tying his shoelaces “I don’t care. Introduce me. Tell her I’m funny” Sae stood slinging his bag over his shoulder “She’s not interested in idiots” The entire team burst into laughter as Sendou collapsed dramatically onto the bench

Later that evening Sae and you managed to slip away from the chaos and grab a quiet dinner. The restaurant was discreet but a few paparazzi still lingered outside “You’re the talk of Japan right now” you teased swirling your drink “How does it feel to be the center of attention”

He leaned back in his chair the corner of his mouth lifting slightly “I could ask you the same thing” You laughed leaning across the table “Oh please. You’re the real star today. I was just a very enthusiastic fan”

“Too enthusiastic” he muttered though his tone lacked any real annoyance “You didn’t seem to mind when I was screaming your name” Sae’s gaze lingered on you for a moment soft and unguarded “Maybe I didn’t”

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Take It Out On Me (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: *melts into goo* I swear the vibes I get from this story and where I can go with it are a mix of Ariana Grande's "Dangerous Woman" and "I Didn't Change My Number" but Billie Eilish lol That lost song is actually where I got the title because I saw a TikTok where some did the Steddie AI followed by the lyrics "Take it out on you...and your best friend to."

So this is set in the 80s and I chose to make the reader plus size because I haven't done it before with these two and because we plus sized babes are sexy bitches ;). (All you souls, no matter your size are beautiful. Never forget that <3)

Warnings: Dominate Steddie and Sub Reader, she's not a virgin but she's definitely new to this. Everything in this story is consensual! Even though they are rough with her they do come up with a safe word and tell her she can stop if she wants (and they would! I would never write a version of these boys who wouldn't.)

There is degrading (mostly about how the reader wants to be used), spanking, choking... rough smut for sure but followed with aftercare.

Word Count: 3953

This wasn’t normal for you. You never got in trouble at school but today was just one of those days. Carol was picking on you again because of your appearance. Every day it was something different. Your hair looked flat, your clothes were hideous, or something you were reading at the lunch table made you “a dork”. 

Today, it was how fat your ass looked in your jeans. You slammed your locker shut as you turned to face her. “At least I have an ass, you ugly bitch!”

“Y/N Y/L/N!”, Ms. O’Donnell scolded. You hadn’t even noticed she was there. She sent you to the principal’s office where he gave you a week’s worth of detention after school. 

You were surprised when you entered the designated classroom to find it empty except for the teacher in charge. 

“Ah Miss Y/N, I presume. In for offensive language and bullying a fellow student. Come in and have a seat. I’m waiting on two more.” 

You flash him a soft smile as you slide into the desk in the front corner. The door opens again and fear dances through your eyes as Steve Harrington saunters in and throws himself down in a desk in the middle of the room. 

“Our very own basketball and swim star himself, Steven Harrington. Currently in detention today fooooor…”, the teacher looks at the papers in front of him. “Being caught in the girl’s bathroom. Huh. Did you get lost?”

Before he could respond, the final student entered loudly swinging the door open as he flew in. “Hey! Mr. C! How are we this fine afternoon?”

“Mr. Eddie Munson. Always a pleasure, sir. What are we in for today?”

“I may or may not have caused a disruption in the lunchroom today.”

“Mhmm. Well, since everyone is here, we can start. Detention begins at 5pm sharp and if you aren’t here on time, I do get to tell the principal who will do with you as he will.”

“Sounds sexy.”, the metalhead grins as he sits on top of a desk and crosses his legs. 

“Mr. Munson, I know you’ve heard this many, MANY times but for the new prisoners can you please…shut up.” The boy salutes him as the teacher continues. “The majority of the time, you guys will be here, SILENTLY, doing homework or reading, I really don’t care. Just be quiet. Depending on what is going on that day this week we may help out with things. The theater kids have a play on Friday and need help with the sets. As I’m sure Mr. Harrington knows, there’s also a game so the pep squad may need stuff set up.”

“Other than that, let’s just shut up and get through the week, okay?”

The first twenty minutes go by extremely slow as you try to focus on the homework in front of you. After a while, you felt someone watching, turning your head to see Steve staring at you. Something in those admittedly gorgeous brown irises sent a tingle through your body. It felt like he was trying to read you with the little information he had in front of him. 

You jumped as a loud beeping echoed through the room and a small devious smile spread across his face. 

“Shit.” The teacher pulled his beeper off his belt, furrowing his eyebrows anxiously. “That’s my wife. I’m going to make a quick call but if I come back and I catch you all talking or fucking around…” He points at the metalhead accusingly as he runs out the door. 

“Jesus Christ. I thought he would never leave.” Eddie sighed as he got up and slid into the desk in front of Steve reaching out to high five him. “Harrington. What are you in for?”

“Fucking Tammie told Ms. Luhrmann I was hiding in the girl’s bathroom.”

“You pervert.”

“It’s not what you think, ok! I left Nancy a note but she never showed up.”

“I told you, man. You need to stay away from those good girls. Speaking of…” Eddie swivels around on the desk to face you. “What are you in for, sweetheart?”

You curl a bit into your body, hoping they’ll just leave you alone. You don’t belong here. This isn’t normal for you. You just wanted to get through the week and never think about this again. 

Two hands, one of them covered in rings, come into your field of view in front of you as they press against your desk. “I asked you something, princess. Don’t be rude now.”

You closed your eyes at the deep tone of his voice. He sounds so sexy…

“She can definitely speak. Talked back to Carol today. It was amazing.”

That grabbed your attention as you turned to look at him. When you yelled at Carol, he wasn’t in the immediate group but he must have been nearby. They were his friends after all. 

“What did that bitch say?” Eddie asked Steve but his eyes never left you. 

“Said she had a fat ass.” The other boy rolls his eyes. 

“And what did you say?” He asks, speaking to you again. 

Your eyes found his before they left to scan you lips, down your curvy body, and back up to your face. 

“Boo!” Eddie shouted as he slammed his palms on the wood in front of you, making you jump again. He and Steve both chuckled as he sauntered away, back to his friend. 

“She commented on the fact that Carol lacks any kind of an ass and then followed that up with the word ‘bitch’.”

“Ooooh, you bad girl. You’re not wrong. That evil little person has nothing behind her. I prefer a girl who has some extra umph you know? Plus, their pussy always tastes the sweetest.”

You exhaled shakily at his words, having only heard or read them in stories. You definitely weren’t a virgin. You had been with men and had boyfriends but none of them ever spoke like Eddie had. They were always extremely shy type guys who had no idea what they were doing on top of you.

“Mr. Munson!” The teacher came back, sighing with his hands in the air. “Really?”

“Sorry, Mr. C. I had a question for the pretty girl but she doesn’t seem to be capable of speech.”

“I don’t blame her when it comes to you.”

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The next day, you became more aware of Eddie and Steve’s presences. You didn’t realize you actually had a couple of classes with Steve and lunch with both he and Eddie. The metalhead’s eyes watched you walk past the Hellfire club table as you tried to ignore him and the other boy constantly turned to glace at you as he ate with his friends. 

At the end of the day, you filed into the detention room, surprised to find both boys already there and seated in the front row, much closer to you than they were yesterday. 

“Ok troublemakers, collect your things, we are headed to the theater room.”

“I believe thespians refer to it as an auditorium, sir.” Eddie replied in a comical voice that made you smile but only Steve caught it.

“Yeah whatever. I don’t care. Just paint and behave. I’ll be right back there watching so no funny business.”

“Can we talk, Warden or is that still a no-no?”

“Yes, Mr. Munson. You can speak as long as you paint.”

You descend to your knees and they both follow suit. Steve reaches over for the paintbrushes but as he leans over towards you, he lifts it out of your grasp and hands it to his friend. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want something? You gotta ask for it.”, he smiled over at you as he waited. “No? Ok then.”

“Please.”

They froze as he sat back to look you over. “Please what?” He laughs as your face scrunches in disgust. “I don’t know what you want unless you ask me for it.”

“Please, Steve…can I have a brush?”

He nods as he passes it to you and you immediately duck down again to focus on the task in front of you. 

“Your voice is pretty. You should talk more.” Eddie’s eyes remained on the board as he painted. 

“It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk. She just doesn’t want to talk to us.”

You don’t know why but hearing Steve say it like that made you feel bad. It wasn’t exactly that you didn’t WANT to. You just didn’t trust or know them. King Steve was close friends with the people that tortured you daily and Eddie was the resident bad boy your parents warned you to stay away from. They both intimated you greatly not just because of their air of dominance but because you wanted them to wield it on you. 

You wanted them to use you until you or they couldn’t take it anymore and that scared the hell out of you. You were so inexperienced when it came this stuff plus…how do you explain that to someone? Shouldn’t you want to be wined and dined? Yes, you did. You absolutely did but you wanted to be fucked senseless first.

“I do want to talk to you.”

“Then why don’t you?”, Eddie asked.

“You scare me.”

“Well, shit, sweetheart. I’m not a fucking devil worshipper like these asshole people think.”

“It’s not just you and that’s not why.”

“I’ve never made fun of you, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey. She has a name! Steve, you should have told me.”

“Yeah, you never made fun of me but you never stopped them either. You laughed along with them while they picked on me and degraded me in front of the entire school. You’re just as much an asshole as they are.”

“Y/N!”, the teacher hollers from his seat. “As much as I am enjoying watching you tear the king of Hawkins high a new one, I don’t see much painting happening.”

Blinking, you shut your mouth and begin moving the brush again. 

“If you ever talk to me like that again, I don’t care where we are or who is in the room, I will throw you over my knee and punish you. Do you understand me?” You turn to look him, finding his angry eyes penetrating yours. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Steve, come on.” Eddie rolls onto his back as he stares up you. “She doesn’t play like that. Do you? Probably still a virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“I see. Ok, not a virgin but definitely not a hardcore kind of girl, right? You like the missionary, vanilla, candles by the bed, listening to slow 70s tunes. Am I right?”

“You don’t know me. Jesus, no wonder you two are friends.”

“Oh wow, Eds. Look at her. No, she doesn’t like that at all. I mean, on some nights yeah, but you prefer being told to shut the fuck up and do as your told.”

“N-n-no. I don’t.”

Your answer makes them giggle. “I would not have pictured that. You like being used?”

“Edward Munson! I swear to God. If I have yell at you guys one more time, we are going back to the classroom to sit silently.”

As detention came to a close, the teacher asked if you wouldn’t mind staying a little later to put everything away. You agreed especially since he told the guys they could leave. You needed that space away from them. 

When Steve scolded you, you felt your panties dampen but you meant what you said. He never did anything to keep the popular kids from picking on you. You saw him laugh with them multiple times. Thinking about Eddie asking if you liked being used, had your pussy clenching around nothing as you rubbed your thighs together. You didn’t know enough about him to really form an opinion. The town talked about him a lot and his club he had at school but you two never crossed paths. 

You kept thinking about them as you collected your things and headed down the hallway to leave for the day. Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth as arms lifted you by your waist into a nearby open classroom. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Steve and I wanted us to finish our conversation. Now that that asshole isn’t here, we can!” Your eyes widen as you listen to Eddie speak. His tone light but there’s a strength behind it that frightens (and excites) you. “Now, where did we leave off? Ah, yes. You were just about to tell us if you liked being used.”

Steve lifted his palm from your lips, resting it gently against your throat.  “Please.”

“Nope. We already had that discussion. You have to say what you want to get it.” Eddie sighs as you push back against the man behind you and he quickly tightens his grip on your neck. “Sweetheart, give me a word. Any word you feel like you’ll remember in any…overwhelming situation.” His eyes seductively raked along your body. 

“Vanilla.” You aren’t sure why that’s the first word that came to mind but it was the only thing you could think of as Steve loosened his grip and your head fell back against him. 

“If there’s one thing you are not, baby, it’s vanilla but… that’s fine. If at ANY point during our little talk here you feel unsafe or you want to stop just say that word. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand.”

He steps forward, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Good girl.”  His fingers trailed down to your shirt, grinning before he roughly ripped it open exposing your bra covered breasts. “Now…I’m only going to ask one more time. Do you…like…being used?”

“I-I-I don’t know. I want t-t-to be.”

His eyes widened in genuine surprise. 

“You said you’re not a virgin, right?”, Steve asked and you shook your head. 

“Aw, Harrington. What she’s telling us is she’s never been fucked properly. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Eddie, that’s right.”

The metalhead rolls his eyes in frustration and takes a few steps back. Steve flips you around and slams your upper body down against the desk, reaching around to unbutton your pants as he pulls them below your ass. You hear the sound of a lighter being closed before the echo of his palm slapping your skin reverberates through the room. 

As a handcuff belt buckle places itself in front of you, the smell of smoke fills the air. 

“Sweetheart, this would go a lot smoother if you just listened and did as you were told.” He bent down on his heels so his face was level with your own. “Yes. What?”

“Yes, Eddie, I’ve never been fucked properly.”

“That’s better.”

Steve’s hand moves to hold your face flat to the wood and your arms reach to claw in front of you. You whine as he spanks you again. “Stop moving!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m…” Your apology trails off as the tears start to fall down your cheeks. 

Eddie balances the cigarette between his fingers as he runs his thumb under your eye. The gesture was sweet in contrast and he noticed you begin to settle. His eyes flicked above you and a few moments pass before Steve slides his hand off your head to between your shoulder blades. 

“You said you were afraid of us. Why?”

When you don’t immediately answer he sighs and the other boy delivers two hard slaps to your bottom. Instead of pushing back or fighting underneath the weight of his palm holding you down, you laid still, accepting it. The only movements you made were with your face as you winced at the feeling.

“Why?”, he repeats. 

“Be-be-because of… how you m-m-make me feel.”, you whisper. 

“Did you hear that, Stevie?”, Eddie smirked up at him.

“Just barely but yeah. Y/N, I was there when you shouted at Carol, remember? I know you can speak louder than that.”

Your face scrunched at his words and the metalhead held his chest as he laughed.  “It kills you doesn’t it, princess? To both hate someone AND want them at the same time.”

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted as Steve tugged on your shirt and adjusted you so you were facing him again. “You hate me, Y/N?”

When you took too long, his fingers pinched your cheeks roughly as he tilted forward till his nose was touching yours. “I asked you a question. You fucking answer! Do you hate me?!”

“Yes! You fucking asshole! I hate you!” You defiantly glared at him as you screamed at him. 

“His friends kind of suck. They don’t even know about me. Do they, Harrington?” Eddie snuffed out his cigarette, tossing the butt in the garbage. “I mean it’s fine. I don’t care. What I do find fascinating through is this electricity between you two even though you both hate each other.”

“I don’t hate her.” Your eyelids fluttered at his admission. Why did you torture you with his friends if it wasn’t because he didn’t like you? “If I hated her, I wouldn’t want to make her cum right now.”

Eddie pressed himself to your side as his lips hovered over your ear. “Has anyone ever made you cum before?”

You couldn’t tear your eyes from Steves and you didn’t even both trying. “No. No one has ever made cum.”

“Good girl. See? She’s learning. I knew you were smart.” Eddie’s palm slid along your shoulder, bringing your bra strap down your arm. His fingers, almost delicately, freed one of your breasts from its confine and you panted out a silent moan as the pad of his thumb grazed your nipple. 

“Do you want Steve here to make you cum?”

You couldn’t help it. Your hand wrapped around the back of the other boy’s neck as you brought his lips to yours. The first thing you noticed was how delicious he tasted. You felt like you could orgasm just from this alone. His hands remained still against your hips except for the little twitch of his fingers when your mouths connected. 

Your bliss was short lived as a hand abruptly clung to your neck and violently shoved your back flat to the desk. 

“Did I ask you if you wanted to fucking kiss him?!” You trembled as Eddie angrily shouted in your face. His gripped tightened against your neck for a brief moment before he let go and you turned to the side as you gasped for air. 

“Munson.” The metalhead glanced at Steve realizing quickly the man was gone. His eyes were black with lust and need, practically hyperventilating as his hands dug into your meaty hips. “Jesus fucking Christ. Fine. She said she wanted to be used. I guess we’re doing it this way since someone can’t fucking listen.”

Steve hastily unbuckled his belt, pushing down his pants just enough to free his cock before spitting in his hand and stroking it along his length. You gasped as he breached your entrance, giving you no time to adjust to the size of him as he stretched you open. He was much bigger than anyone you had every been with and you cried out as you reached out into the air, grazing your hand along Eddie’s shirt as you grabbed the fabric. 

“How does she feel, Harrington?”

The man’s grunts filled the room as he slammed his hips into yours. “So, fucking tight. My god.” He slowed his pace as he craned his neck to watch between your legs as his dick disappeared inside of you. 

As you continued to moan, you focused on Eddie as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his own cock, pumping it with his fist. “Open your mouth, princess.” You did as you were told as his fingers tangled in your hair, pushing you lips to length. “Good girl. Fuck me…” His teeth bit into his bottom lip as he slowly thrust hips. 

The feeling of you moaning around him causes him to wipe his head towards Steve, watching as the boy pressed rapid circles into your clit. With both of them inside of you, you were quickly hurtling toward that ledge. 

“Yes, pretty girl. Take it. Fuck…your mouth feels amazing.” 

Both boys thrust into at a fast pace, Steve slamming his hips into yours so hard the desk underneath you began to shake. You started to gag and gurgle around Eddie’s cock. 

“Wh-what, baby? You gonna cum? That’s right. Just let go and feel it.”

He pulled himself out from between your lips, continuing to pump himself as he watched you. Your body shook as your back arched and you came.

Steve murmured obscenities under his breath as your pussy clenched around him. 

“God damn. That was so fucking sexy.” The metalhead shoved his cock back into your mouth as they both chased their highs.  

Steve came first, pulling out of you just as he released ropes of his seed on to your stomach. Eddie soon followed, holding your head in his firm grip as he came down your throat.

You laid flat against the desk, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath. As you heard them pull up their pants, you half expected them to leave you there having got what they wanted but were startled when you felt a napkin being run along your stomach. 

“Geez. Always so jumpy.” Eddie gripped your arm as he helped you sit up so he could adjust your bra and shirt. “Shit.” You followed his eyes realizing what he did; that when he tore open your shirt a lot of the buttons flew off with it. On impulse you covered your chest with your arms as you tried thinking of excuses to give your mom when you got home. 

While his face furrowed in thought, Steve lifted you off the desk and guided your pants up your legs before buttoning them back up. 

“I got it.”, the metalhead snapped his fingers as he tugged his shirt over his head. Gently, he removed your blouse, handing it the other boy before throwing his own over your head. He smiled in triumph at himself as he walked around you both towards the student desks and put on his leather jacket. 

“Do you drive here or…?”, Steve asked. 

“Yeah, my car is out front.”

“Good. Come on. We’ll walk with you.”

As they started to head for the door, you reached for Eddie’s arm, turning him around, and yanked him to your body as you leaned up to kiss him. It startled him at first but after moment he keened into it as his hands cupped your cheeks. He definitely tasted different than Steve but you still wanted more. You could kiss him all night if he let you. 

After pulling away, you pushed past them and headed for the parking lot, feeling their eyes watch you as they followed. When you guys got to the parking lot, you were thankful for the slight breeze as it cooled your still somewhat sweaty skin. 

There were only three cars remaining; yours, the BMW you assumed was Steve’s, and Eddie’s van. Steve reached across you, cutting you off as he opened the vehicle door for you. You paused for a moment before turning to look at them. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but the soft eyes that looked back at you were completely different than what you had experienced these last two days. 

You wanted to say something but weren’t sure what. Thankfully, they understood as Eddie stepped forward, placing his hand on your shoulder as he guided you into your car. 

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

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Chapter IX: Shot glass of tears

Neither of you wanted to leave each other's arms, but you had to. So you let go. Law grabbed your hand and walked you both over to the couch. You sat next to him, still holding his hand. Neither you nor he said anything, you stayed silent. Your gaze was fixed on your hands, which made circles with its thumb on your hand. You could feel Law's soft gaze on you, you didn't need to look at him to know that.

“I saw Luffy and his brothers…” He finally spoke. “They told me you took the bus.”

“Yeah, I met them there. I didn’t know Luffy had brothers, but they are actually really nice. They waited for me until the bus came.” You tried avoiding looking at his eyes.

“Y/n…” He said your name, in such a delicate and sweet way, you felt your bones melting. “They told me there was someone else with you.”

“Just a drunk weirdo, don’t worry.”

“Don’t do that.” He said.

“Do what?” You were still avoiding his gaze.

“Lie to me… I know when you do it.”

You snorted. “And I hate you for that.” You whispered.

“Y/n please look at me.” And you did. “I know it was him… and I need you to tell me if he did or said something to you. Please.”

“He… asked me if I knew you.” He told you not to lie, not that you didn't omit information. “I told him I didn’t.”

“And what else y/n? I know there is something else.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Why did he have to read me so well?

“He just… he just said that I shouldn’t play games and something about only hurting me if I…”

“Hurting you? Did he touch you? Did he?”

“Law calm down alright.” You held his hands. “I’m okay and nothing happened. All right?”

Law's jaw was clenched and he was breathing heavily, you wanted to calm him down but you knew there was no way.

”But it could have happened… Damn, I knew it wasn't a good idea. We weren't supposed to be friends, we weren't supposed to be anything, I should have remained the grumpy, stoic neighbor I've always been. Fuck." He grabbed his hair with his hands and sighed in frustration. “Now you would be safe, without him threatening you. You would be fine.

“I’m safe, I’m okay.”

“Please y/n, don’t do this.” He looked at you.

“Law please…. Don’t push me away from you. We can work it out…” You sniffed, while tears rolled down your face. “I’m sure there is a way.”

“I already told you, didn’t I? There isn’t.” He sighed. “It’s better if we stayed apart. It’s the best, you will be safe… I heard Nami was looking for a roommate, maybe you could talk with her, like that you will be closer to work and you won’t have to come home alone every night.” He smirked. “And you won’t have to see my boring ass again. It will be easier.”

“It won’t…” You whispered. “Don’t lie Law, it won’t be easier.”

“Y/n…”

“No don’t…It’s that easy for you?” You looked at him. “I don’t want to leave this place, I still want to have you as my neighbor, I want you to take me home from work while you let me use the radio and let me sing, I want us to watch stars again, I want to come from a run with Bepo and see you waiting. I don’t care if you’re grumpy, “boring”, or whatever you think you are. For me you’re my safe place and I already told you that. But if I have to say it again I will Law, I don’t care how many times.” You felt how you were running out of breath, so you pause for a moment, scanning his side profile. “We can make…”

“We?” He said with a cold tone. “There is no we, and there will never be one.”

“Don’t start like that time Law, like when you tried to push me away.” You tried to hold his hand. “You know me but I also know you Law, so don’t do this.”

“You know nothing y/n.”

“Maybe you’re right but I want to…”

“Why? Because you’re attracted to me y/n?” You looked at him, the tone, the gaze, this was not the Law you knew. “Please y/n, you really thought I would ever feel something for someone like you. You really thought I would even approached you in the first place?”

Pieces, thousands of them. Your heart just broke. Law didn't mean that, he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“You don’t mean that…” You let out.

“I do. Please y/n you really thought something could happen between us?”

Maybe if you hate me, it will be easier. So let me be a villain, let me lie, let me make you hate you. If that means you will be alright, you will be safe. I don’t care not having you with me as long as I know you’re okay. Because that’s everything I want. For you to be okay.

“I don’t believe you.” You shook your head. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” He said with no emotions on his face. “Corazon told me to try and be friends with you… and that’s what I did.”

“How do you want me to believe this shit when you came to my home worried about me? When you hugged me like I was going to go away? How Law?” Your face was full of tears.

“Believe what you want y/n, but it’s true I only approached you because Corazon told me to take care of you since you were new to the town and because you were a pain in the ass, who wouldn’t let me alone.”

You shook your head. Whether real or not, those words were sticking into you one by one like sharp blades. And Anna's memories were coming back, one by one. Had Law really been pretending all this time? No, not what you had felt with him, the knowing looks, the moments, all that couldn't be a lie. They could not. You covered your face with your hands, and let out a sob. Law was hurting you where it hurt the most without knowing it.

How did all this happened, how did you went from blushing and shyly smiling to crying and shouting at each other with lies?

“Stop…”

“Why y/n? Truth hurts? I will never like you, you are impulsive, talkative, doesn’t listen, always singing Taylor Swift songs and you end up crying with the bare minimum and you want me to believe you can handle Doflamingo? Please y/n don’t be a child, this is not a stupid playground game.” He paused for a moment. “Let’s be honest, the main reason why I care about you is because of Corazon, nothing else. The reason why I have been good to you it’s him. That’s why I came here and I want you away from our lives because I know Corazon would blame himself for the rest of his life if something happens to you.” Lie after lie, he was the one who would blame himself if something happened to you.

I’m sorry peachie.

“Stop with the crying you are giving me headache, god sometimes you’re so annoying y/n.”

“Leave…” You whispered.

Law looked at you from his position.

“Leave!” You shouted, something that left Law shocked, it was the first he heard you shouting.

Hate me a little bit more. Do it peachie, please.

“What y/n? Truth hurts, you can’t take it?” He was being a dick and he knew.

“I told you to leave, leave!” You stood up and started hitting him on the chest.

“Good.” He whispered letting you go.

You collapsed to the ground and cried again, deep down you knew that what he had said were lies, but every word that had come out of his mouth had been one stab after another. And no matter how much you wanted to avoid it, your trauma, which you were running away from, was resurfacing again. And you wondered if Anna was right, maybe you were always going to end up alone.

Law dragged his feet home. He was grateful that Corazon was not there, since he would be unable to see him and tell him what had happened and who was the real culprit of everything. He sat on his bed and let out everything he had kept inside him. He hated himself, he hated himself so much for making you feel like this, for making you cry like this. He hated the fact that everything he loved ended up broken, damaged, because of him. Since he was little it had always been like this, first with his parents, then with Corazon, he was always the reason why those he loved the most were hurt. He didn't deserve love, he didn't deserve you to love him and yet he let you get close to him, knowing that as always, what he loves most would be broken.

He let himself cry, in the dark, alone, like he always had done. He had fallen in love with you so easily, from the very beginning with every aspect of your personality, you had made everything so easy and with every heartbeat, look he gave you, he always wondered if he was worthy of loving you. If one day he could love you without any worry, without fear of harming you.

Your fourth cup was in your hand, or was it the third? You didn't know anymore. After you were practically out of tears, you decided to drink from one of the bottles that you and Nami had left over, this way you would at least alleviate the pain. You felt dizzy, the alcohol was already having its effect but that didn't stop you from thinking about Law's words. Did they really believe that you wouldn't be able to handle the situation? To confront that person? You weren't weak and you knew he could trust you, but he didn't.

You sighed and took a sip from your glass, you hated Law, for the words that had come out of him and for not putting more faith in you. You really hated him but you were also fucking in love with him.

You woke up to the sound of the landline ringing, at some point during the night you had fallen asleep on the couch. You stretched and walked over to where the phone was.

“Hi?” You said trying not to sound too sleepy.

“Y/n?” You recognized that voice, it was Mrs. Smith, the owner of the house.

“Oh Mrs. Smith, good morning. How are you?”

“Good honey, how are you?”

“I’m good, thank you for asking.”

“Honey I was actually calling you because well something happened.” Your heart started to pump heavily on your chest. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you will need to leave the house.”

“Wait… why? The contract was for a year…”

“I know but something came up and I will need you to leave. I’m really sorry.” You closed your eyes, why was this happening? “If you need help finding a new place to stay…”

“No, I have a friend who is searching for a roommate, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry but…”

“No it’s okay. When do I have to leave the house?”

“As soon as possible.”

You hung up the phone and huffed, what the fuck? How was it possible that he suddenly asked you to leave. An idea ran through your head and you didn't want it to be true. You left the house, you didn't mind being only in your pajamas, the truth was that you didn't feel any cold at that moment. Law was closing his trunk when you reached him, he hadn't noticed your presence until you were in front of him.

“Was it you?” You crossed your arms. “Are you the reason why I have to leave the house?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He said passing next to you.

“Don’t make me laugh.” You moved again, staying in front of the car door.

“Y/n move.”

“No. How convenient isn’t it? You tell me to move out, to go to Nami and suddenly Mrs. Smith calls this morning telling me that I have to leave the house.” You bite your inner cheek, you could feel your helplessness increasing by the moment.

He looked at you and you noticed the big dark circles he had under his golden eyes. “Unfortunate events I guess.”

You held on tighter to yourself. "It's a joke? That much do you want me to hate you Law? Is that why you are doing this to me? Is that why you told me all that last night? If you think I’m that weak, you’re wrong.”

Law looked at you with a serious expression. “I don’t want to keep listening to you. Now I have to go for work.”

“You’re a coward, Law.” You said and started walking back home.

Law watched your figure disappear into the house, he scratched the back of his neck. He had barely slept a wink last night, he had contacted Doflamingo around 4 in the morning and he had given him clear instructions as to why he was there and what he needed from him. Maybe you were right and he really was a coward, but at least he could keep the two people he loved the most safe.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Nami was hugging you while trying to calm your sobs, you arrived there with a red face after crying again after your encounter with Law that morning. Nami simply opened her arms to you and let you cry in them, she also offered you to stay with her when you told her you had to leave the house and she listened word for word to what happened with Law the night before and this morning.

“He looked so sad, Nami…” You said sniffling. “He looked like a truck had run over him and I... God I wanted to hug him and... I'm screwed Nami.”

“You’re not screwed y/n, you’re just in love with that jerk.” She stroked your hair. ”I don't think what he did was right, there were ways and means to solve this, but to hurt you like that, to make you cry like that. It was not." She sighed. “I don't know what he thought he was going to achieve with this, because it's clear that you know that what he told you was a lie, a way to make you hate him.”

“And he failed, there is no way I would hate him…”

“I have known Law for long enough and he is always reserved but one thing I know about him and that is that he would do anything for those he loves.”

“Do you think Law loves me?” You whispered.

“I don’t think it, I’m certain he does.” You looked at her.

You sighed and wiped out the tears on your cheeks. “I need to start preparing my things to leave.”

“I can help you today, I have a free day and so do you. We could call the boys for help.” She smiled and walked to the kitchen. “Sanji would be more than glad to help, Luffy, Usopp and Chopper too and Zoro, if we tell him there is alcohol he will show up.” You laughed.

“Okay, yeah. Although there is not much to pack.”

She shook her head and gave you a cup. “The most important thing is to spend time together.”

You smiled, she was right.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Law looked at Monet first and then at Doflamingo, his face serious. It had been Monet who had brought him to town and who had given him the basic information about you.

“Law, son you look like shit.” Doflamingo said, placing himself in the seat. Monet giggled beside him.

“Why did you come here? I paid you what you asked me.”

“I know and good job, but I need you to come with me.”

Law rolled his eyes. “There is no fucking way I’m going with you.”

“Hey Law, respect the boss.” Monet spoke.

Law gave him a cold look and then laid his eyes back on Doflamingo. “Let it out.”

“I need a doctor, a good one. And I know you’re the best one.” He leaned back in his seat. "Look, if you come with me, I will definitely leave my brother alone, I will forget his betrayal and I will not get close to your girlfriend either."

Law swallowed. “For how long?”

"Undefined." His breathing hitched.

Undefined. He would have to leave without knowing when he could return or even if he would ever return.

“And if I accept you will leave them alone.”

“You know I can be a lot of things but I don’t break my promises Law.”

“Okay. I will go with you.”

“Nice! We will be leaving tonight.” Law simply nodded and watched how both, Doflamingo and Monet left his office.

Law stood up of his seat and walked outside his office. He walked down the hallway until he reached Marco's office.

“I’m leaving.” He said as soon as he entered the office.

Marco looked at him in shock. “Oh… what?” He took off his glasses.

“I’m leaving tonight. So I'm quitting the job. I’m here to inform you about it.”

“You have to be joking… Where do you think I can get another doctor from? No one wants to move to this town.”

“Chopper…”

“Oh my god, Law , he is still in high school!”

“He is a good student, he could help you.” Shrugged.

Marco sighed. “We will find something but don’t you think I will forget this. Leaving me like this… I’m hurt, man.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“Tell me that at least it’s a really good job.”

“Yeah it is.” He lied.

“Good. I’m happy for you then.”

Law smiled at him and left the office, he had to talk to Corazon and make up an excuse about what job he had gotten. There was no way he was going to tell him that Doflamingo had asked him to go with him or that he had been blackmailing him for years. He went to the police looking for Corazon, if he wasn't mistaken his rest was about to begin. When he got there he saw him and one of his companions chatting animatedly.

“Cora-san.” He called him out.

“Oh! Law.” He stood up, making the cup of coffee fall. “Oh shit…”

“You have to be careful, Cora-san.” Law shook his head.

“How silly is your old man right?” He hugged him. “How are you?”

“I’m good. I wanted to talk with you about something…”

“Oh sure.” He said, saying goodbye to his companion. “Is this about your fight with y/n this morning. She looked pretty sad when she left.”

Law swallowed. “No, no… it’s another thing.”

“Oh okay, but you and y/n are alright right?”

“Hmm… it’s complicated Cora-san.”

“Complicated how, you love her and she clearly loves you too. That for me it’s a good thing.”

“I don’t lo-”

“Oh c’mon son I have seen your drawings.” Law cheeks turned red. How did he know about those drawings? He made sure to hide them. “You haven’t drawn in ages, not since…” Corazon stayed silent. “You used to love drawing and now you want me to believe you don’t have some strong feelings for the girl you have a dozen hidden sketches?”

“Okay fine! I love her.” Law sighed.

“That’s my son.” He hugged him. “I know she was going to be a good influence on you, I just never thought you were going to end up falling in love.” He sighed. “My baby boy in love. I’m like a proud mama.”

“I’m leaving Cora-san.” And with that Corazon’s smile dropped. “Tonight. I got a job offer, a good one and they want me to join them as soon as possible. I accepted. Marco already knows.”

Corazon put his hands on his pockets and nodded. “Wow, that took me by surprise. I honestly was expecting something else. I really thought you were going to end up telling me I was going to be a grandpa or something, not this.” Law rolled his eyes. “Yeah sorry this is serious. So… you’re sure about this?”

“100% sure. It’s a great opportunity.” Corazon nodded.

“Son, you’re 26 years old already. I'm sure whatever you choose will be the right decision and I will be here to support you.”

“Thank you Cora-san.” This time it was Law who hugged him.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

You and Nami had been packing your things for a while to go with her, when the boys came into the house with snacks and drinks.

“Y/n~” Sanji sang. “Where should I put this, my lady?”

You smiled at him. “Here.” You guide him to the kitchen. “Here it should be alright.”

“Okay.” He said leaving the bags on the counter. “By the way how are you?”

“Good.” You said tilting your head. “Why?”

“Oh, I just thought you would be sad. I knew you had something with Law and him leaving so suddenly it’s a surprise.”

You froze. Leaving? Law was leaving. “What?”

“Oh… you didn’t know?” You shook your head. “Yeah apparently he got a better job away from here and it’s leaving tonight. I thought you knew.”

“I…” You breathe. “Is he still here? Did you see his car when coming here?”

“Yeah he was still here.”

You left what you were doing and rushed outside, you saw Corazon and Law hugging and saying goodbye to each other.

“You are leaving…” It wasn’t a question.

“Y/n…” You heard Corazon speak but your attention was only on Law.

“Corazon, could you leave us alone, please?” Corazon accepted and walked away, leaving you both alone.

“Why…? Why are you leaving? Please be honest with me Law.” You begged him.

“It’s not your business.” There it was, his cold voice.

“It is MY business. You can not leave, I don’t want you to.”

“But it doesn’t matter what you want or don’t want y/n don’t you get it?”

“I get it… I fucking get it, I get that you want to protect me and Corazon and the people you care. But it’s not fair… it’s not fair you have to walk that path alone. I already told you that.”

“Y/n you only say this because…”

“I’m not attracted to you… I was but not anymore.”

“That’s good. It will be easier for you to…”

“Let me finish.” You cut him off. “I’m in love with you, Law. You can tell me all those lies once again, try to make me hate you. But it won’t work out, no, because I love you Law and I’m willing to risk myself to be with you and I don’t care about that fucking boss or anyone. You can try to convince yourself that the words you let out last night were real but I know they aren’t.”

Law was stunned looking at you, you had left him speechless. You took a few steps until you were in front of him.

“Law… you are important to me too.”

“Stop y/n.” He whispered.

“No…”

You raised your hands to his chest, his heart beating rapidly. Then you placed them on the back of his neck, Law closed his eyes when he felt your fingers touch his skin.

“Y/n, I…” You saw his eyes getting wet.

“It’s okay Law.”

He grabbed your waist with both hands and pulled you towards him. You couldn't take it anymore, so you pulled him towards you and joined your lips. The kiss was delicate, soft and warm. You could notice Law's tears hitting your faces. And at that moment you just wished you could take away all the pain and weight he was carrying.

Snowflakes began to fall on you, but you didn't care and continued kissing. You didn't want to let Law go, because you knew that when you did, he would just get up and leave, and you didn't want that.

“I’m so sorry peachie.” He whispered in your mouth. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you again. “I love you and I’m sorry for breaking your heart, for making you cry.” He said and this time you were the one crying.

“Please don’t leave.” You said resting your head on his chest. Law hugged you and rested his chin on your head.

“I have to…It’s for the better.” He wiped your tears away. “And please peachie don’t cry. Not for me, it’s not worthy.”

“You’re worthy Law. You always have been.” You looked up at him. “Snow is falling… you promised to take to see the snow…”

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to…”

You hugged him closely and he did the same. If only time could freeze in time, so you could stay like that for longer.

“It’s getting late… I need to go.” He whispered to your ear.

“Mmm…” You protested against his chest.

”Peachie, as much as I would like to stay like this with you, hugging you and kissing you for hours and hours. I have to go and you have to come back inside or you will catch a cold.” He said, brushing strands of hair away from your faces.

“It would be a good excuse for you to stay, you would have to take care of me doctor.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You looked at him with your big eyes.

“Don’t provoke me like that, love.” She said and you blushed at that new nickname. Law did too when he realized what his lips had said. “I mean… peachie.”

“I like the new nickname.” You smiled.

“Alright… but I need to go.” He broke the hug. “But I will come back, as soon as I can.”

“I will be waiting for you, Law.” You held his hands. “But please, you need to tell me that you will be safe.”

“I will be… I pro-”

“Don’t promise me anything, promises don’t last, they break.”

“Okay…” He hugged you one last time. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry, you’re acting like me right now.” You joked and made him smile.

“I have one thing for you.” He let your hands go and opened the car. “I was supposed to give it to you yesterday, but well things went wrong… It's not a big deal but I hope you like it.” He said as he handed you the gift.

You unwrapped it carefully, coming across a pair of gloves. “They are gloves…”

”Yes, you are always rubbing your hands or rubbing them inside your clothes and when… well, when we have shaken hands at some point, they usually feel cold. It's not a big deal but I hope you like it.” He smiled shyly.

“I love them.” You hugged him. “Thank you Law.”

He kissed you one last time before getting into the car and leaving, you didn't want to cry again but you did. Nami appeared next to you and hugged you again like she had done hours before. It was at times like this where you were so grateful to have a friend like her. You knew that you wouldn't be calm until Law was back in town, because even if he hadn't told you, you knew that the fact that he left was related to that man.

Ending note: I had to options for this chapter, the ending was going to be the same, Law leaving but in the first opinion y/n and Law never fight but because I love drama and pain, I decided to do it that way. At the end of the day Law still thinks that pushing y/n away is the best option, for him making her hate him was the best opition, that way she would leave him and be safe. But y/n cares deeply about him, I mean the girl is in love and she wasn’t going to give up on him that easily. Now the thing is, Law has left, what will happen? Who knows (I do)? And I don’t know when chapter 10 will be post bc I have personal stuff coming this early December, so you will probably will have to wait. Sorry for the suffering, love you ❤️

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[pinkpinkmermayyy]

when I wanna become a singer but everything is so complicated and I feel like I’m leagues behind everyone else because they had classes and their family let them live without the aching burden of being financially successful so now you feel like you have to be incredibly successful in your singing career and leave passion as a second worry so you don’t disappoint your mom family. and that maybe I’ll never be successful and then I’d have to retreat to a life that lets me live at a stable income but I’ll be miserable forever because it lost my dream and I’m not a star

is this why I related to pearl so much? She murdered people and sometimes fed them to her crocodile yes but I swear I want to be a star. I don’t want her fate. I don’t want to fade into obscurity. I want to leave this place behind for the miles and miles ahead with no worries. I wanna be as bright as the sun but I don’t wanna get burnt, like Icarus with his feather wings. I wanna be the star glowing in the sky, not the unfortunate soul who flew to close to it and fell. Please God make me a star, so I won’t live my biggest nightmare in the future. Please don’t let me fail. (I’m fourteen years old btw)

if I told my irl friends this they’d just reassure me on a surface level and then go back to looking on their phones playing their stupid games or focus on friends they actually like. I don’t know why but something about me that I can’t find under the overflowing sand filling the impending doom hourglass of myself just drives them away. I can’t be serious about anything or vent about anything to them or I’ll just be weird, I just have to be silly and make jokes because no one wants to actually care about one another beyond being a “girl’s girl.” I wish I could have someone that could truly care about what I’m going through and what I have to say without dismissing me and tell me that everything’s going to be okay, that they’ll hold my hand to make sure I don’t crash and burn. I don’t even think anyone online would get it either. I’m trapped in a curse no one will understand all alone, and I feel like everything’s my fault.

Why did I ever wish as a young girl to be older? Not like preventing myself from doing so would stop the sands of time from flowing into the bottom of the hourglass, but I felt as if I just sped up the process by wishing on a star for the worst nightmare of my high school self.

I don’t want to go to college where I’ll be miserable and stressed and panicked over everything. I don’t want to have to feel like I need to be completely independent so I can thrive in this hellish society. It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair that I don’t get the opportunity to be the girl I want to be. it’s not FAIR GOD DAMN IT

[melodic-haze]

can we honestly e date? you’re so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person… I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. Whenever you need someone to be there for you, know that i’ll always be right there by your side. I love you so much. I don’t think you ever realize how amazing you are sometimes. Life isn’t as fun when you’re not around. You are truly stunning. I want you to be my soulmate. I love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. If I had a star for everytime you crossed my mind i could make the entire galaxy. Your personality is as pretty as you are and thats saying something. I love you, please date me. I am not even calling it e dating anymore because I know we will meet soon enough heart OK I ADMIT IT I LOVE YOU OK i hecking love you and it breaks my heart when i see you play with someone else or anyone commenting in your profile i just want to be your girlfriend and put a heart in my profile linking to your profile and have a walltext of you commenting cute things i want to play video games talk in discord all night and watch a movie together but you just seem so uninsterested in me it hecking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i’m begging you to eaither love me back or remove me and never contact me again it hurts so much to say this because i need you by my side but if you dont love me then i want you to leave because seeing your icon in my friendlist would kill me everyday of my pathetic life.

I love you so bad for this actually 😭😭😭😭 but also I'm not joking I swear but I have dubbed this before

[bengiyo]

Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy x A Tale of Thousand Stars Ep 2 Stray Thoughts

Congratulations to Bad Buddy and A Tale of Thousand Stars for getting the longest name I think I’ve done since a Japanese show.

Yesterday, we finally got to see Pat and Pran again, and I didn’t realize how much I had missed them. We entered their lives between episodes 11 and 12 to see how they’re handling keeping their relationship secret. We had some funny hijinks, but a deep melancholy rose up within me about how much being in the closet actually hurts. Pran accidentally punched Pat in the face and Pat accidentally hurt Pran’s feelings because of this façade. Still, Pat and Pran have such a physically comfortable dynamic that you have no doubt that these two are enjoying a long-term physically intimate relationship. Also, Ink and Pa are clearly a power couple now.

As for the plot, Pran needs to get permission to put on a play from the owners of the personal story, so we’re now in a crossover with A Tale of Thousand Stars. Pran is dying from being outdoors, and is also worried about leaving Pat behind. Phupha has passed out, and Tian is about to stab Pran. Also, Pran and Tian look way too much alike, and this feels very intentional.

I do like that the school was unwilling to sign off on Pran’s play without permission from the owners of the story.

Tian and Phupha are fighting about whether Tian will stay in the village!! Call Celine! Call Whitney! We need to fix this!

I like that Mix is able to hold his jaw the saw way Tian does again.

Yes, children! Let chaos reign!!

Oh, Pran says he has OCD. It’s not surprising, but now it’s something explicit.

Excellent, the gays are bonding over taking care of the kids. I was worried Tian would be beefing with Pran for the next two episodes.

Really, just Ohm, Nanon, Mix, and Earth are just way too attractive. It’s legitimately distracting.

So Tian and Phupha have been together for years at this point, just like Pat and Pran.

Pran is like all of us, reading his gay little stories on his laptop. He’s fangirling hard over every detail about Tian.

Pat made it! These two instantly started flirting. Tian noticed right away.

The eye game at this dinner is incredible. The talent Aof gets to work with these days, I swear.

Instant tears as Phupha read their story with the OST playing in the background.

Losing it over Phupha and Tian arguing instantly about who fell for who first, and Phupha claiming misrepresentation.

I like seeing Pat and Pran wrestle/cuddle, but I hope they actually used the mosquito net.

On the real, though, there’s no way Pran can help Phupha and Tian reconcile while he’s creating distance with Pat.

Oh, I’m here for Pat pointing out that he and Pran also fought about who fell first. There’s some potential here.

This water looks legitimately cold. I don’t think Nanon is acting there.

Yes, boys. Let’s revisit their steps. Cosplay as the couple you just met.

I love Pat Jindapat so much. He’s so cheesy and so in love with Pran.

This man really said he wants to make this house shake! I love that these two have an active sex life.

Not Oishii getting in on the tea bag scene!

I love Kampung. Let this troublesome child meddle.

That’s right! Lie! We need to get these two gays in the same room!

Oh good. Only Nanon sang.

Now we’re getting cockblocked by letters. I’m into this conflict though. Phupha is rather rigid, and I can see him being afraid to appear before Tian’s parents.

Extremely excited about more Pat and Phupha interactions.

Yes, please let the troublesome child lead their drunk teacher up the mountain to recover a buried diary in the middle of the night.

“I think we’ve had enough, youngster.” I AM SCREAMING.

“I’m not your wife!” I am going to die.

Look at these gays saving each other.

A cliffhanger!! In Our Skyy??

I am having so much fun with this! I am feeling so much about the Tian conversation where he laments that Phupha never compromises or bends for him. I know that had to sit with Pran, who came here alone to prove he didn’t need Pat. Very excited about us getting a four-part BB x ATOTS story. I thought the crossover was going to be a lot smaller than this. Instead, we’re getting something really compelling out of both stories.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (15)

*The time when the 24 OG Mentors played the “Bring something forbidden to school” game*

Festus: As your ✨Class Representative✨ and the best player of this game, please present your “Forbidden Goods” to the class!

Palmyra: *Raises her hand* Let me start, Fest! You guys will like this! I swear!

Festus: Fire away, Palm!☺️

Palmyra: *pulls out an expired bottle of Nutella* I brought my mother’s secret stash of chocolate spread!

Lysistrata: Is it safe to consume?

Palmyra: Yup! I even saw her eating it yesterday!

Lysistrata: Fascinating! Let me see! *grabs the bottle* It says here that this product was made in 2012.

Festus: 2012?! That was centuries ago!

Clemensia: WTH, Palm! That’s basically poison!😱

Gaius: Does your mother secretly have a death wish?!

Palmyra: Who wants to go next?🙂

Pup: Me! *pulls out a bloody sword* I present you my great great grandfather’s saber!

Juno: Why is there fresh blood on that thing, Pup?!

Apollo: *suddenly licks the sword* Calm down. It’s just ketchup.

Pup: It’s not ketchup.

Diana: Ew! Why did you lick that, bro?! I’m telling mom!

Clemensia: I’m next! *Pulls out the last copy of the 2004 movie: White Chicks* I present you my father’s favorite banned movie!

Livia: Clemmie, you witch! How did YOU get that?!

Sejanus: That was banned ages ago!

Arachne: I’m so jealous!

Coryo: Now that’s really illegal!

Juno: Felix Ravinstill, you better not tell your granduncle about this!

Felix: But-

Juno: Don’t you dare tell the President!

Felix: Why not? My crazy granduncle likes White Chicks.

Coryo: Then why did our government banned it?

Felix: Because it featured Vanessa Carlton’s iconic ✨A Thousand Miles✨ song.

Coryo: And that song is illegal?

Felix: To be fair, any song that’s not praising Panem or the Capitol is automatically banned in my crazy family’s book.😞

Coryo: That’s rough, buddy.

Felix: But who cares! I still secretly love to watch White Chicks with my crazy granduncle.

Juno: Good. Because we are all gonna watch it later!🥳

Lysistrata: Me next! *pulls out 24 illegally manufactured morphling bottles* I stole these.🤫

Persephone: Bestie, you brought drugs?!

Coryo: Again. She brought drugs again.

Lysistrata: Yeah. My parents are doctors. I can get away with these.

Androcles: You better hide that from “You-Know-Who” or he’ll hunt you down and strangle you.

Lysistrata: Noted!😉 Coryo, you’re next!

Coryo: Ok. Don’t laugh. I traded 5 cabbages for these years ago.

Domitia: Just show it already!

Coryo: *Pulls out two very famous banned music albums from the 2020s* I present you the last copy of Taylor Swift’s Midnights Album!

Hilarius: What’s the other one?

Coryo: 1989.

Hilarius: Taylor’s Version?

Coryo: Taylor’s Version.

Hilarius: *starts screaming like a crazy fangirl* Coryo Snow, I love you!

Sejanus: Back off, Hilari! Coryo’s mine!

Vipsania: Where the heck did you get those, Snow?!

Felix: You beautiful gorgeous man, give those albums to me!

Festus: Coryo, my bro, I’ll feed you forever if you give them to me instead!

Io: Coryo, I’ll pay you two more cabbages!

Livia: You lying thief! Where did you steal those treasures?!

Coryo: Black Market.

Dennis: I knew it! I knew my mama really does sell banned music albums for cabbages!

Hilarius: Yo, guys, you don’t have to fight. I brought a banned compatible CD player for this game. So let’s just listen to the songs together.

Coryo: Fine. Let’s listen to my favorite song first.

Sejanus: Snow on the Beach!

Felix: Can I be Lana Del Rey?🥺

Coryo: Sure. Whatever you want, Class Pres. *clicks the play button* Here we go.

Felix: Yey!

Everyone: *skips to the chorus, and sings like no tomorrow* 🎶And it's like SNOW at the beach, Weird but f*ckin' beautiful, Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful-🎶

Sejanus: Wait! Stop! I haven’t shown mine yet!

Florus: Fine! The stage is yours, Plinth. *clicks to pause*

Sejanus: *pulls out a whole ass body bag from the corner and opens it* This is Marcus! My classmate and friend from District 2!

Livia: What the actual fu-

Sejanus: Say hello, Marcus!☺️

Marcus: *bored AF* Hi, I’m Marcus.

Festus: You freaking brought your Tribute to school?!

Sejanus: To be fair, you said something forbidden.

Domitia: SOME. THING. Not Someone!

Coryo: Not again!

Urban: We’re all getting a demerit from Sejanus Plinth’s stunt!😫

Iphigenia: Or expelled!😭

Arachne: You idiot Plinth!😡🔪

Marcus: Where’s the food?

Livia: *faints from the shock*

Everyone:. . .

Marcus:. . .

Coryo: So should we continue?

Dennis: Yeah. Sure. Why not.

Coryo: Festus, play the song!

Festus: Got it! *clicks to play*

Everyone+Marcus: *nervously starts singing again* 🎶You wanting me tonight feels impossible, But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around, Like ✨SNOW✨ on the beach, Like ✨SNOW✨ on the beach, Like ✨SNOW✨ on the beach, Like ✨SNOW✨, oh, oh oh🎶

*Drunk!Casca Highbottom lurking in the shadows (again)*

Drunk!Casca: *Sees Marcus inside the classroom* I swear, Sickle! I swear that there were only 24 Mentors in that room! Not 25!

Prof.Sickle: 24 again. Livia Cardew just fainted.

[urconductor]

#URCONDUCTOR; indie roleplay blog for pom-pom from honkai: star rail, written by ender. canon & headcanon-based. please read rules before interacting!

DOSSIER. (tbd. pom-pom is an adult and goes by they/he pronouns tho)

RULES BELOW CUT.

Hello, hello! I’m Ender, an adult and an extroverted gal with autism and ADHD. Thanks for taking the time to read this! There’s no password to send in, so no need to look for one! Please read these carefully. Be 16 or above to interact.

BLACKLIST: TRIGGERS. i NEED these tagged. i have a physiological and psychological response to these topics that can greatly affect my mental health. if you can't respect my triggers, we cannot write together. My catch-all tags are "ender dont look" and "ender don't look".

any religious themes, emphasis on them when they're minor, and/or religious intolerance.

use of the word “god” in reference to powerful beings. Replacing such things with “ruler”/etc and generally making relations akin to king/subjects are good buffers that I can work with.

excessive verbal swearing

craneflies and daddy-long-legs

Extremely heavy organic gore visuals, especially in regard to organs, guts, and the heart

vi.vziepop, good omens, supernatural, c.ult of the lamb

BLACKLIST: SQUICKS. i'd appreciate these being tagged as well, but they do not spawn a severe reaction from me. i just want to avoid them.

any deep, in-depth descriptions of non-fantasy occult/magic + occult in general (like direct mentions of ouija boards, details of rituals, and stuff)

all smut and lewd content

politics/drama

TAGGING. I tag writing and fictional-related talk of potentially triggering topics as #trigger cw. various medias are tagged as #media cw. If I miss anything or you need something tagged, please tell me in DMs! i’m happy to help you curate your experience, and i want everyone to stay safe. /gen

INTERACTIONS.

non-roleplay blogs, please do not reblog any of my posts. if it's someone else's art/musing/photo/etc I've reblogged, those are free game! but please do not touch posts made by me whether they are in-character, out-of-character, or just my sketches. thanks!

I am mutually exclusive but am generally super friendly! I'll give nearly everyone a chance, even if I don’t know the muse or media! Crossovers, even with no plotting beforehand, are really fun.

i require a rules page to read before I follow, and won’t follow until I’ve read the rules. I tend to like promos to bookmark them so I can read the person’s rules later.

i won’t follow people who do not tag any of their posts. even basic “ic” or “ooc” or “musing” tags and such are good! I don’t care how fancy or simple your tags are, I just care that you have them and use them consistently.

i am duplicate and OC-friendly! For OCs, I require at least a simple About page to look at ‘cause I prefer to know your character a little before interacting! Duplicates are also fun for me to plot with ‘cause past/future meetings, AU meets canon, etc. are SUPER epic plots and very fun! I’m very used to duplicates and have been for years across different RPCs ^.^

i do not roleplay in “character: text” or *action* format. I prefer to interact with people who roleplay paragraph style and have a basic grasp of grammar, punctuation, and spelling; I completely understand if English isn’t your first language, though!

i do not mind unplotted violence against my muse, especially if they're messing around and finding out. however, make sure you are also prepared for the consequences. I love action and battle threads, but anything significant must be plotted.

MUN POLICIES.

Mun does NOT equal muse. Just because I, the mun, think or know something does not mean that my muse will. I’m an omnipresent narrator, they are characters in-universe. They each will have different thoughts and opinions than I will. It should go without saying that I do not condone everything any of my muses do.

i am a slow writer. I have college and several other things that take up my time, so I can’t be here twenty-four-seven! Also, my muse fluctuates. I may reply to something instantly if I have the muse for it, or I may get to it weeks later. I hoard drafts and asks like a dragon to get to them eventually! BUT feel free to nudge me if you want to remind me, I won’t mind!

importantly, I match my partner’s energy. If someone frequently engages me to talk about our characters, I’m likely to do the same! Unfortunately, the same applies if we hardly interact or talk at all; I’m good at interacting and communicating first, but I have a limited pool of energy.

i do not ship romantically on this blog. I don’t mind others’ romantic content, I simply personally abstain from writing romantic ships due to being harassed over them in the past. However, I love familial ships, platonic ships, rivalries, work relationships, enemy/antagonistic dynamics, and relations that can't necessarily be defined with words!

ON FANDOMS & MEDIA.

Expect headcanons to sometimes fluctuate and also expect canon divergence.

i am unaffiliated with any fandoms or creators.

i will interact with/make AUs for the following fandoms. Still, they can be tagged upon request: Final Fantasy(i know the most about VII, VIII, IX, X, XV, Unlimited, Dissidia, Dissidia 012), Sonic The Hedgehog, Pokemon, Portal, Gravity Falls, Ducktales 2017, A Hat in Time, Little Nightmares, Over The Garden Wall, OMORI, IB, The Legend of Zelda, Don’t Starve, Pocket Mirror, Super Mario Bros., Spiderverse, and Overwatch. I am very selective but not opposed to Five Nights at Freddy's, Murder Drones and The Amazing Digital Circus interactions. For these, if I followed you first/we’re mutuals, then we’re chill!

[akihabara-division03]

ARB Birthday Special: Makina Setsukura

~ September 1st ~

“Lost is a lovely place to find yourself.”

Login Lines

“Happy Birthday to myself and everyone else celebrating their birthday today. What a time to be alive, am I right?”

“Part of me is excited to eventually become an adult with all the adulty perks. But at the same time, I don’t feel like I’m ready to grow up… so while I still can, I just wanna feel like I’m alive with the people I care about the most.”

Voice Lines

“Hellooo. A whole fucking year’s passed, isn’t that wild? It really just zoomed on by. I’ll say it again and again, but it’s shocking how much time’s passed. Like, slow down… please? I want time to just slow down.”

“I think my viewers left presents and fan mail in my P.O. Box. I planned for a big birthday stream for the majority of the day, just to spend some fun time with chat and thank them for the gifts. We’ll look through all the cute fanart on social media, play some games together, and I’ll have a couple of collabs with some streamer friends, too. Aaaaand I’ve got some fun surprises for chat, too.”

“Oh, Anika… thank you… Yeah, we couldn’t celebrate last year… ‘cuz of… Right… different… What the… stop sounding so cheesy… Urgh, today’s not the day for me to cry, dammit, I have makeup on…”

“You got me a present? Can I see it now? Isn’t this one of those ccomo mini fridges? It’s the brown bear fridge… I mean it’s really cute… and it’s got a lot of storage space… It’ll be good when I stream so I don’t have to leave my room to get snacks… What the fuck, why was that so backhanded… Ah shut up… and thanks…”

“Oh hey, Shian… thanks. Oh… was that two years ago? Oh yeah, it was… It felt like yesterday but it also felt like so long ago. I can’t thank you enough… really… Ah, shit, I didn’t want you to hear that… Ugh… thanks…”

“A pink…handheld carousel…? With pink bunnies? It’s a projector? How… Oh, ok, I see how it works now. That’s cool. And it’s really cute. A gift for kids? … I can’t even be mad about that…”

Anika Lines

“Hey, Happy Birthday, kiddo! This is my first celebrating your birthday with you. Right… But this year is different! There’s nothing I wish more than for you to live your life to the fullest. I’ll make sure of it. Haha! Oh no! We don’t want you to cry all that mascara off haha!”

“While we’re still here, you gotta open your present. Yeah! Go ahead! Exactly! This way, you can keep it and your snacks, strawberry milk, other energy drinks in your room and you don’t have to leave your snack rubbish in the kitchen and you can at least keep the mess within your own room! Really, looking at you hugging that thing, it’s almost half your height. That’s so cute! Oh, but still please throw away your rubbish, even if you do keep them within the confines of your room.”

Shian Lines

“Yo, Makina. It’s your birthday today, isn’t it? Damn, where has all the time gone? I swear it felt like yesterday when I first met you, but that was just barely two years ago. I heard that. No need to thank me. It was two years ago and it was the right thing to do. You deserve a good life.”

“Enjoy your present. It’s a device that projects moons and stars on your ceiling, walls, pretty much anything. It also works as a music box. It’s supposed to be a gift for kids, but I think it’ll look cute in your room and it’ll be fun to show your viewers.”

[lovings4turn]

okay sooooo, can i pretty pretty please ask for a kiss from a vampire for nhl players ? i feel like you probably know me pretty well by now 😅 but if you still want me to send in some info i totally will !!

again, thanks so so much in advance, and i hope you’re doing well, bumblebee !! <3

dolly my dear of course you can !!! thanks sm for joining in with the celebration lovely ,, always a pleasure to see you in my inbox 😽🫶

𝐢'𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 !

now what kind of friend would i be if this wasn't my answer here ?? he's your husband for a reason ,, and so there was really no competition here in my mind !!!

ᡣ𐭩 there is nothing willy loves more than coming home from a practice or a game and just snuggling up to you . his hair is still a bit damp from his shower , but you don’t even care , and he has to keep you in his arms for at least an hour , minimum . you have things to do ??? too bad . your boyfriend is a giant cat and requires his cuddles before he can go on with his day i’m afraid !!

ᡣ𐭩 willy loves listening to you talk . it doesn’t matter what it’s about , if it’s coming from you he is absolutely hooked . he finds himself mentioning things that you’re interested in , feigning nonchalance before restraining a wide smile when it sparks an excited ramble about the topic . sits staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky , prompting you to go on if you ever stop . he gets personally offended if you try to claim you don’t want to ‘bore’ him with a topic — he could never tire of hearing your voice

ᡣ𐭩 speaking of… please read to him oh my god !!!! it soothes him so much ,, he genuinely thinks that if he could , he would spend the rest of his days with you leaning against his chest , book in your hands as you read to him

ᡣ𐭩 wants you to come to as many of his games as you possibly can . now , he may be infatuated with you , but he’s also not stupid : he knows that responsibilities exist , and so he doesn’t expect you to be able to attend every single game in his , quite frankly , hectic season . but that makes every single game that you do attend that much sweeter — he swears up and down that you’re his good luck charm , and he plays ten times better knowing you’re in the stands , wearing his jersey and cheering him on !!

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 !

ᡣ𐭩 i think that you and luke would just get each other ; your friendship definitely thrives on the fact that luke can read you so easily , and vice versa , meaning that you know exactly what’s going on in the other person's mind without even having to ask . like , luke is tired and isn't in the mood to talk to people right now ??? you can tell instantly and just allow him to exist in silence with you , no questions asked .

ᡣ𐭩 always seems to forget that you can sing , until you guys are hanging out , or driving somewhere , and you start singing along absentmindedly to the radio that’s playing . he shoots you the most amazed look , until his brain catches up with him and it registers that he already knows this , but it never fails to blow him away each and every time

ᡣ𐭩 luke always comes to you for advice !! whether it’s on the smaller things , like if you think he should get a hair cut or keep it longer , or more serious questions and concerns , luke trusts that you’ll have an answer for him , and if not , you’ll support him through his trouble anyways and he’ll come out with a smile on his face

[ohheyjudesummers]

Pride Aside (part 2) - Gojo Satoru Fanfic

The previous chapter is here 😉 check it out please.

Title inspired by song/lyrics: All pride aside by Dram Feat. Summer walker.

If I give you what you want Here's what I need from you To be the kind of man who makes Lovin' you so easy to do Keep the same amount of energy you're givin' now And I'll make sure to be the only queen you give a crown And boy, I hope you're bein' up front 'Cause how you say you in love When you treat me like a drug?

-Present day-

"Y/N!? Look who decided to step out from her hermit cave and join the party!"

You were aware that it was meant to be a joke. But given your circumstances as of late, you couldn't help but feel a deep pang of annoyance soaring through you. The feeling is heightened when Gojo follows his words with a laugh. 

 Play it cool, you tell yourself. you're older than him girl, so you have to be more mature. 

Craning your head upward, to look into his blue eyes, you respond flatly. "Hi, Gojo. Where's Drew?"

Gojo's smile widens "I just got here a couple of short minutes ago so I haven’t seen Drew yet but I’m sure he’s around. And don't be so stand offish, honey. You know I'm just poking fun. Between our traveling hockey games and practice, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever when we're home. Glad to see that dork isn't keeping you hostage." 

seriously?

You couldn't stop yourself from screwing your face into a scowl. 

Over the years, for whatever reason, Gojo had taken a habit of occasionally calling you that—Honey. You don't know why he gave you the nickname, and when you asked, he simply laughed as if it were some inside joke. You'd given up on getting a serious answer out of him and settled. It wasn't like he called you it when you guys were around people you knew—it always seemed to be during the times when you two were alone. So that wasn't the reason for your expression. No, that was due to something else that came out of his mouth. 

"Jason. His name is Jason, not 'Dork'. And he wasn't holding me hostage. " You correct him. "Also, he broke up with me." 

Gojo's smile widens, "I know he did, Honey."

Note to self: Don't vent to Drew about anything anymore.

Should you have really been surprised that your brother ran and told Gojo about your breakup? The two's relationship hadn't wavered over the years. If anything, they became like brothers since being recruited into the hockey league.

"How much did he tell you exactly?" You probe him with narrowed eyes. "I hope to God you didn't go around making jokes about it with your friends ." 

"Get real, honey, do I look like I would do something like that? I get that I poke fun at you every now and then, but I wouldn't go talking about something like that. I swear." He motions for a cross over his broad chest. "I mean it, though.  You hardly come around anymore so I'm happy you're here.”

Gee, I wonder why is it that I don’t feel inclined to be around in the first place.

You thought darkly.

Much has changed over the years between you  and Gojo. Besides the fact that you were now no longer taller than him and he was visibly more muscular, all of which was thanks to him and drew becoming professional athletes. His attitude towards you got a little harder to deal with. Sure, you still cared about him but Gojo had become a handful- whether that was due to his success that fueld his occasional condescending cockiness or not, you weren’t sure. There were still moments where he showed that he was still that hard headed but caring boy who appreciated your presence and patience with him—even if he didn't verbally express it. And then there were other moments when it seemed as if he reveled in the attention that being a star hockey player brought him. The attention, and the women.  

Can’t say It's hard to believe, honestly.

You didn't always like to blatantly stare, out of fear that Gojo would catch you and his head would grow bigger. However, when the media first became aware of the initial rookie in the league, Gojo had amassed quite a fan base based solely on his appearance. You no longer had to look down at him, but rather up at him. His features had been honed, and he appeared more masculine. As for his physique? He’d grown more muscular, albeit subtly so.

Gojo, in short, had the confidence, money, looks, and skill that made him appealing from all angles—and he knew this, you were sure. 

Now if only he actually took things seriously and wasn't a jackass a good chunk of the time, he would be near perfect for-

Woah. absolutely not. 

You had to stop yourself from thinking about that before you went any further. Yes, since you guys had become adults, you'd admittedly, and silently, begun to admire Gojo as his own man. You knew it wasn't really bad to find him attractive; anyone with eyes could admit that he was physically so. You just didn't care for the way your mind tended to drift, especially during those moments when he was more tolerable to be around. You tended to find yourself thinking about how things could be if certain bits of your life were different. 

But then he'd bring you back to reality by simply opening his mouth.

"I'll find Drew myself." You mumble, sidestepping his frame and walking further into the backyard. 

Some would acknowledge your actions as a sign of dismissal. Gojo, on the other hand, felt inclined to follow by your side—and tiringly so. He didn't provide much direction or hint as to where Drew was—he was too busy passing pleasantries with anyone who greeted him as you guys walked by. Some, particularly women, felt so familiar with him that they went up and hugged him (which he didn't seem to be bothered with from the way he hugged back). Each time

you tried to drift further from Gojo and the entourage he seemed to gain, it felt as if he would walk faster to keep up with you. Escaping him, felt nearly impossible. 

"You know you don't have to tag along with me? I'm sure we'll both find Drew eventually, at our own pace. This backyard isn't that big." You say once the two of you are alone. 

But Gojo gives you an incredulous look. "You can't possibly think I'm gonna let you slip away that easily. I think I let you avoid me enough—which was kind of mean of you."

"What are you even talking about?" You stop in your tracks and turn to him at the accusation. "Have you really become so self-absorbed that you can't notice when your actions affect people around you? If anyone's been mean, it's been you, Gojo."

At this moment, Gojo is at a loss for words. His expression slowly deflates from its lax smugness and turns into one of perplexity. In all the years he'd known you, even as a child, you'd never once spoken to him so harshly.

"I'm happy for you, and Drew, for becoming professional hockey players. But ever since you became official, you've been more of a jerk than I usual, and I've put up with it. Especially when I used to come to Drew's get togethers back then more often. And the last time I came by with Jason, it was actually worse than the other times. So, trust me, I'm even shocked that I still felt the urge to come by when I probably should of avoided coming here as a form of self-care.” You rant. 

Even though the music and bustle of the people around you guys drowned out your conversation, you had an inkling not to make a scene. At the same time, you couldn't help but lash out at Gojo. 

You'd had enough of men who were self-centered and refused to be as emotionally attentive to you as you were to them. 

You rub your throbbing temple as you exhale a shaky sigh and try your hardest to get a good grip on your thoughts.

Space. I need space. Being around him is just triggering me more.

"You know what? Can you please just leave me alone-"

"Hey! My two favorite people are here!"

Drew's jovial voice is suddenly in close proximity to both you and Gojo. Before you get a chance to follow the direction of the voice, you feel a heavy arm drape itself over your shoulders. 

You look to your left, where the firmness of Drew's side is at yours. Your brother looks down at you with a beaming smile. 

"You made it; I was getting worried for a sec, Y/N." He pauses to look over at Gojo. "And you finally rolled out of bed. I swear, when we're on break like this, you have the most unstable sleeping schedule. I can't tell when you're up or sleeping in. Hey, are you alright?" 

Drew, for the first time since inserting himself in the conversation, notices the troubled expression on Gojo's face. 

"Yeah," he says after a moment, blinking rapidly. a faint smile forms on his lips. "I just need a drink, that's all. Please tell me you've got something good here this time. At the last party it felt like I was drinking Kool-Aid."

 Gojo's diverging of the topic does the trick quite well—in the case of Drew—because in that moment, your brother responds proudly, "See, this time, the drinks are gonna have us all on our asses tonight. Remember those friends we made? The ones who worked at that bar we visited that one time? Well, they made the drinks in the dispenser at the table, so be warned. From what I saw, they were a bit heavy handed with the Everclear." 

"Sounds good; I think I'll go make me a drink."

"AHT, Aht! Before you do that, there are actually some girls want to meet the two of us.”

And

Ok, that's gross, and that's my cue to head over to the drinking table and mingle. 

Obviously, you all weren't kids anymore and were venturing through adulthood while gathering life experiences. Well, life experiences and intimate ones. You might not have known much about hockey, but you weren't oblivious to the lifestyle of a successful athlete. People gravitate toward them and try to win their favor in various ways. 

It wasn't your business what Drew did as an adult, though you still viewed him as your baby brother you needed to look out for. To some extent, you extended this sentiment to Gojo. But, once again, only to a point.

  For the moments you used to be around Gojo more often, with other mutual associates included, you found yourself uncomfortable when they tended to bring up sex. You weren't a prude; you enjoyed sex. However, if they even mentioned the topic, or in this case, the possibility of engaging in it with others, you felt compelled to leave.

 You could see the table with the cups and large drink dispensers from where you were standing. Apart from a few familiar faces, the bright colors of the liquid visible through the clear dispensers looked inviting. 

"I'm going to go mingle with some people and grab a drink. You guys have fun." You announce to Drew.

You don't even bother looking at Gojo, despite the fact that you can feel his eyes probing you. You turn and walk casually towards the table. 

"Alright! try not to drink too much!" Drew calls.

You simply wave, merely to give your brother confirmation that you heard him—not that you would comply with his words.

The drink and its effects would wear off Which was fine—you didn't want to depend on it in life. But for the night, you wanted to overindulge as much as your body could handle. You needed to escape from being so doting and caring for others before yourself. You wanted to run from remembering your difficult breakup and thinking about the men in your life who didn't appreciate you despite your care for them. 

You wanted to feel free. 

And you would. 

After tonight's events, it would all very well make you unconstrained—hence, fourth—in more ways than one.

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GHL!JK

“you…you want me to die?” the revelation of alina’s words hits eunwoo hard. he can’t believe something so cruel, so ugly could leave her pretty lips, and from the looks of it, she meant every word. feeling his rage bubbling over, he lets alina go and decides ‘that’s enough.’ he envies jungkook, because he makes having y/n look so easy. maybe it’s because she reciprocates, but alina does neither.

one moment, they’re playing the blame game, next, she calls him jungkook’s puppet, and in the same breath, she wants him dead. eunwoo is beginning to think the heart of his lover is simply unattainable. he’s sure if he snaps now, any hope of them being together will be flushed away. she’ll say, ‘that’s who you are,’ and hate him for eternity, but for his sanity, there’s only one thing to do.

eunwoo takes a deep breath and relaxes. “i would never wish that on you, but who cares what i think” he scoffs before looking at alina with sad eyes. “you’ve made it clear where you stand, now, so will i. i’ve nothing left to say but i wish you the best of luck. goodbye alina”

let her go. why should he stay with someone who will never love him? why should he stay with someone who wants him dead? he unlocks the door and leaves. it’s hard to do, but he can’t take it anymore. maybe they didn’t stand a chance anyway.

•••

the only thing on your mind is the sound of jungkook’s beating heart. it’s a reminder that this is real, he is real. you never wanted much out of life, just someone to love you, and finally, the stars heard your cry. the universe gifted you with jeon jungkook, and he’s not ashamed to express how much he loves you.

your fingers trace imaginary shapes on his chest as he kisses your pretty thoughts, fueling you up with more love to give him. everything he does wraps you tighter and tighter around his finger, but that’s what he wants: your love and complete devotion.

so when he asks for confirmation about being his mind, body, and soul, you don’t hesitate “of course, but you’re mine too” you push yourself up and get closer to jungkook’s face. “your heart, your soul, it’s all mine. you’re stuck with me, too” you kiss jungkook’s lips. “say it…please? tell me you’re mine, and you’ll never leave me”

~🫧

Jungkook cups your face gently, his fingers tracing the contours of your jaw as if memorizing every curve.

He leans in close, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin..

Why the fuck are you so hot?

“Yn,” he whispers, his voice deep, carrying a weight that makes your chest tighten.

He takes your hand in his and places it firmly over his chest, right above his heart. It’s beating hard, fast—every thud a reminder of how much he’s yours.

It’s yours.

“Feel that,” he murmurs, his eyes locked onto yours. His tone is reverent, almost desperate, like he needs you to understand the depth of his words.

“This heart? It’s yours. Every beat, every second—it’s all for you. It always has been.”

Your lips part, but before you can speak, he leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead

“You’ve changed me, yn. You’ve given me something I didn’t even know I needed— a reason to be better, to be more. And I’ll never take that for granted.”

The intimacy of his words makes your breath hitch,

but Jungkook isn’t done. He moves your hand to the side of his face, pressing it against his warm skin…

He cannot get enough, the fact that you looked at him like that and said that you want him to be yours. It’s so fucking hot to see your possessive over him.

“Say you’ll stay, always. Tell me I’m yours. That you’ll never leave me, because I swear to you, baby, I’ll never let you go.”

He leans in again, this time capturing your lips in a kiss so tender and passionate it steals every coherent thought from your mind.

His lips move against yours with a precision and hunger that make your knees weak, his hands finding their place on your waist and pulling you closer.

The world around you fades away until there’s only him—the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of his skin, and the unyielding love in his touch.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead presses against yours. His voice is barely a whisper, but it carries the weight of his emotions.

“You’re everything to me, yn. Everything. And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

You are his now. And he’s absolutely yours.

The love in his eyes, the vulnerability in his words—it’s overwhelming, and he realizes that in his arms, he has his home.

•••

The door shuts behind her with a dull thud, and Alina leans against it, staring at the emptiness of the room before her. The silence is deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded.

She crosses the room and sinks onto her bed, her hands trembling as they clutch the fabric of her shirt.

The words she’d thrown at Eunwoo replay in her mind, each one cutting deeper now that the heat of the moment has passed.

‘You want me to die?’ His voice, broken and raw, echoes in her head. Her chest tightens, a mixture of guilt and frustration warring within her.

She clenches her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fights back tears.

“He deserved it,” she whispers to herself, but the words feel hollow.

No matter how much she tries to convince herself, a nagging part of her knows that she went too far.

Her eyes drift to the empty side of the room—yn’s side. Normally, you would be here, teasing her, comforting her, grounding her. But tonight, you’re not.

You’re with Jungkook, and Alina is alone with her thoughts.

Her throat tightens as the weight of the loneliness settles in. She had pushed Eunwoo away, but for what?

To prove a point? To protect herself and you? The questions swirl in her mind, each one more painful than the last.

He deserved it. She thinks to herself.

The first tear slips down her cheek, then another, until she’s lying back on her bed, staring at the ceiling with blurry eyes.

Her chest aches, not just from the guilt, but from the realization that, despite everything, a part of her had wanted Eunwoo to fight for her, to stay.

But she had made her choice. She had drawn the line, and now she had to live with it.

Pulling the blanket over herself, Alina wipes at her face, but the tears keep coming.

Her heart feels heavy, conflicted. She had hurt him deeply, but wasn’t that what he had done to her?

As sleep begins to creep in, she whispers to the silence of her dorm, her voice barely audible.

“I didn’t mean it… not all of it.” But the emptiness doesn’t respond, and she drifts into a restless sleep.

She has lost him. It’s too late. But why does she care now she wanted this.

And he was never hers to begin with.