#the last line is a bit cliche but I didn't think anything better

[giogama08]

Barou Shouei, Blue Lock

I don't even know how I ended up here. How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA Word count: +3500

MINORS DNI CW: ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGE UP, in this scenario everyone is 20+, canon divergent, explicit smut, escort! reader, bondage (handcuffs), swearing, blowjob, protected and unprotected sex, cowgirl, doggy, reader and Barou do it four times, dom! reader, fem! reader,

This wasn't part of your contract but you didn't complain. After all, Ego was known for being unorthodox, so it wasn't a surprise when you got a notification from the main computer that you were switching rooms.

Originally, you were supposed to be first prize for the entire Blue Lock project. This means that whoever ends No. 1 at the end of the week gets to spend time with you. Thanks to all the adrenaline, excessive workouts, and constant challenges, your job is to help the best competitor release the stress accumulated through the week. But just like any other privilege in Blue Lock, who of the guys you end up paired with depends on their ranking. So, you have only been with Itoshi Rin since the beginning, since he has always come 1st.

It has been fun since you'd never met someone so stubborn and self-centered. It took you a bit of time and a lot of effort to crack him to the point where he can enjoy having sex, and not only smash his dick into you brainless. You can even dare to say that he develops a liking for you since you're the only one he can't control. You know how eager he gets before finally arriving at your room, so a part of you is quite worried about how he may react when he finds out Ego has been moved you to another room. But that isn't your problem.

Right now, you're curious about who are you going to be with. The picture and some personal info appeared on your phone when you were notified of the change but nothing else. No likes, dislikes, kinks, or anything useful. Basically, you have to discover everything from scratch again. 'Quite troublesome' you thought but don't really upset the change. You were paired with Barou Shouei, and by his look only you could tell he was even more egocentric than Rin, if possible. So, you prepared the room, just in case.

As soon as you see the doorknob turning you know he is going to be a challenge. After all, people usually knock when entering a room with a stranger in it, but he opened the door as if the room were his. He is tall and well-built, and his face tells you he isn't here to chat. His eyes are filled with rage and lust, looking directly at you, like a lion hunting in the Savana.

"Welcome!" you say with your warmest smile, approaching him to shake hands "My name is..."

"Bed. Now," he cuts you, dragging you by your wrist to the bed. "Take off your clothes,"

He sits in the bed, waiting for you to start undressing. It took everything on you not to slap him for his rudeness, but you know better. You unzip your dress slowly and slide one strap through your shoulder before he loses all patience (if he has any at all). But he considered you were moving too slowly so he took your dress and ripped it apart as well as your underwear, leaving you completely exposed to him. He then grabbed your wrist again and threw you to the bed. Not losing any time, he lowers his pants just enough to free his already hard dick and position himself on top of you.

He is so self-absorbed and focused on achieving his own gratification that he completely missed how your hands grabbed something hidden under a pillow. Taking advantage of how distracted he is, you grab his hand and pull it with all your strength. Under normal circumstances, there's no way you could win a fight against Barou, but you did take him off guard. With some quick moves, you accomplish the unbelievable feat of immobilizing Barou by tying him to the headboard with a pair of handcuffs.

You slide from beneath him while he was shouting curses and struggling to open the handcuffs.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, bitch?! Release me in this instance!" He sounds genuinely confused and you can help thinking he looks cute when he's angry.

"As I was saying," You calmly say as you walk to the nightstand to get some scissors. You then approach him menacing and press the cold silver blade against his dick. Fear and bewilderment fill his eyes as he admires your naked figure. "My name is Y/n. I don't care who you think you are but if you don't behave, I will hurt you"

He swallows hard, feeling a tremble through his spine as he watches how you use the scissors to cut his training suit. "Don't worry. I'm sure Ego will provide another one," you assure him. Like he even cares about that stupid suit. All his pride and power reside in being in control all the time. He is a king, and yet, here you are. Talking all condescending and threatening, treating him like he's some pet that should be reeducated. The worst part is, that his dick has not stopped hardening since you start talking. You finish removing all his clothes and toss them aside.

"Now that we are even," You say, leaving the scissors back on the nightstand. Your voice sounds hypnotic and seductive, convincing Barou that even without a weapon it is best not to mess with you. It doesn't escape you that he isn't relaxed at all. His muscles are tense, his breath controlled, and his sharp eyes are focused only on you. It reminds you of a trapped animal, ready to attack whoever gets close enough. But you are not scared. After all, what is a king to a goddess? "Shall we begin?"

You brought your lips close to his dick and kiss him gently. You don't know exactly why, but you were kinda expecting that he snarl or something. Instead, he remain silent but his dick twitched in approval of your touch. At least he isn't putting up a fight anymore, so you decide to continue. You lick the tip, and pre cum appears immediately.

"Take these handcuffs off. Now," he demands but his voice doesn't sound authoritarian. Even Barou was surprised at how poor the impact of his words had. You chuckle and take his whole length into your mouth. A guttural groan escapes from Barou's chest as he hits the back of your throat. It was big for sure, but nothing that you can't handle. You sucked and bobbed your head at a steady rhythm. In no time, Barou was panting and groaning. When he tried to buckle in your mouth, you used your hand to anchor him to the bed.

"You, whore..." he curses but his words fell apart when you suck especially hard. "Fuck. Move faster," he tried to buckle again with no vail. But you comply and speed up your movement. Tears start accumulating in your eyes as his dick keeps hitting the back of your throat, but it doesn't bother you. After all, You're fascinated by how sensible Barou is. Every move you do produces a reaction: groaning, swearing, panting, even moaning. Your pussy was dripping already in anticipation thanks to all the pretty noises he's been producing.

But you haven't finished. You can feel how he is almost done, so just before he can cum in your mouth, you let it go and it spills his seed all over his stomach.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH," he's definitely out of breath, so you admire how he still can complain. "You're supposed to take it in"

"Says who?" you smirk and grab a towel to clean him. You can feel how hard are his abs, and lick your lips imagining letting him go rampaging now. 'Not yet' you remind yourself.

As you expected, his dick is still hard even after cumming. You supposed all the guys in the project have higher stamina than normal. That actually makes your job easier. After all, there is no fun in teasing a beast if they don't put on a good fight. You approach the nightstand again and chuckle when he jolts.

"It's ok, honey," you tease and grab a box of condoms from the drawer. Barou looks uncertain about why you are putting a condom on him. As long as he is concerned, they are allowed to do whatever they want with their companions, even cumming inside. Whatever helps them relax and release stress. A part of him wants to complain again, but he is curious. Genuine curiosity to know what you are going to do to him.

Once the condom is on, you position yourself on top of him and aligned his dick with your entrance. Contrary to how you feel, already dripping and aroused, you enter gently. His dick enters slowly, stretching your wall deliciously, giving you more pleasure than you could imagine. You have to use all your willpower not to moan out loud. Enjoying every inch with a tortuous pace for both of you, until he bottoms out. He expected you to start moving immediately, and a part of you want to, but instead, you stay for a few moments, savoring his silence huff.

"Now what?! Start moving!" he shouts. You are impossible to read and Barou is starting to understand that he is in no position to oppose your will, but he was feeling desperate. If only he could slam his hips into you. Fucking you like he wants. Making you scream and pay for all the disrespect you had caused him till now. The mere idea makes his dick throb inside you.

"Relax, sweety. You're going to like what's coming," You lift your hips slowly and sink in again at an insanely slow pace. He is thick and has no problem stretching you full, simultaneously hitting all your sensitive spots. It is a real challenge not to let yourself go crazy on him. And his enraged gaze looking directly at you didn't help either.

"Aren't you enjoying this, sweetheart?" you scoff, hiding a clear moan about to escape your lips. He growls at you, tensing every muscle once again trying to break free from the handcuffs.

"I can't cum like this. Move faster," his hips thrust instinctively, but you have him anchored beneath you.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't even notice you were already in," your sarcasm couldn't fool anyone, but Barou was already so frustrated and irritated that he failed to see through your hoax. "I shall do as you say then..."

"You're gonna regret this," his threat is serious but you're not worried, after all, that's exactly the reaction you want. You speed up your pace a bit, sliding his cock in and out of you. While you are being careful not to let him know how much you're enjoying his dick, he has no problem expressing it. Soft groans leave his lips now and then.

Hearing him stimulated your twisted mind even more. You really want to break him. You want to hear him moaning more, crying, and even begging for you. Your pussy clenches around him and almost makes you slam your hips when he let out a pornographic moan.

"Well, that was really hot..." you tease, hoping to hear it again. Barou's ears turn bright red, giving away that he wasn't expecting such a lewd noise coming from him. "would you give me another?" your voice is soft now, seducing him to lower his defense and just yield to your wishes. But he hasn't given up yet. After all, he's a prideful man, and what use does his pride have if he succumbs that easily to a nice pussy?

"Why don't you take these things off me and I show you how it's supposed to be done?" your cocky smile almost makes him cum. 'God, she's so hot' he thought, not paying attention to how much his dick is throbbing inside you. Every time you stopped moving, his hips instinctively moved, trying to increase the friction.

You went like this for an hour, trying so hard not to cum or let him either. Just driving you both to the edge and back, building up his desperation for release. Finally, you feel he is already at his limit, ready to burst any second, you get off him and go to the nightstand again.

"What are you doing?!" you are pleased that his voice is not demanding anymore. He sounds desperate and frustrated. "Get back here! I was so close...!"

"I know," you cut him. You take out a magic wand from the drawer and sit next to him on the bed. "But it's not funny if we end things so fast"

'FAST?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN FAST?' he thought 'WE BEEN LIKE THIS FOR AGES' but he didn't complain out loud because his mind got distracted by how you start circling your clit with the wand and moaning out loud. It is a lewd sound. So beautiful that he almost forgets that you are not on top of him anymore. You make him see how your pussy drips out as you are easily reaching your climax. His eyes fixed on your cunt tightens around nothing.

Once you get down from your high, you return the magic wand to the nightstand.

"Now... Can you behave and do as I tell or should I come again alone?" He doesn't completely understand what it is. Your harsh tone and imposing order, or your naked body, sweaty for being more than an hour riding him, or your itching dick begging for some attention, or your beautiful eyes looking sharp and condescending at him. He really doesn't know why but you make him feel so weak and vulnerable. He feels so insignificant next to you, that he can't help to admire your silhouette as if it was the first time he sees a woman, and discovers they're terrifying.

"Yes ma'am," he replies, without a single trace of the jerk that he was at the beginning.

"Good boy," you say, situating yourself again on top of him. You turn your back this time, giving him an eyeful of your ass as you position his dick at your entrance. Without any warning, you slam your hips down, bottoming in one swift move. He let a loud moan out and threw his head back. You let out a soft chuckle.

"You poor thing. Did you just cum from entering?" Barou doesn't respond. His breathing was shaky and the red ears had come back. You replaced the condom while he was calming down. "You want me to continue? Or was it enough?"

"Please," was a strange word for Barou, but he didn't hesitate to use it "Please, just keep going" You smiled and continued riding him as he begged.

Now at a nice pace, your hips slam against his creating a filthy echo through the room. His eyes fix on your ass, as it moves up and down his length. Your skin feels softer, if possible, than before and Barou is definitely going insane of being unable to touch. He moves against the shackles, hoping to slide his hands to no bail.

"Oh, I completely forgot about them. Sorry," You made a weird movement without leaving your spot to uncuff him out of the shackles. "There..." As soon as he feels free, he grabs you and slams your body against the mattress. You don't try to resist, he is so much stronger than you after all, but it doesn't mean you have lost control over him. If anything, this was just the next step. You can feel every inch of Barou's inside of you, so desperate trying to reach deeper with every thrust. Thankfully, his hand presses your head against the mattress so your pitiful moans are muffled. He drills his dick desperately into you and you can hear groaning and moaning coming from him. At this state, Barou was definitely drunk pussy.

"You like my pussy that much?" you mock as if he isn't already having a hard time not cumming with every thrust. Your tightness is driving him crazy and every thrust is given with so much force that the headboard is hitting hard against the wall. You're sure you're going to hear complaints from Ego about damage to the facilities. But you couldn't care less, since you are also fighting the knot on your stomach not to burst. It requires talent not to let yourself go and reach your orgasm, but you haven't finished your job yet. Synchronizing with his movements and squeezing tight, you feel how his dick grows little by little until he bursts into the condom.

Barou isn't thinking straight anymore. His dick is sobbing already from the overstimulation, his muscles are exhausted from tensing for so long, and yet he hasn't had enough. He took his dick out to remove the condom and turn you over. Your body feels sore and tired but by the look of lust and hunger in Barou's eyes, you know he still wants to keep going.

"Can we go another round?" it was so out of character how sweet and attentive he sounded. His body is definitely ready to pound senseless into you but the way he is controlling himself reminds you of a dog waiting for his owner to reward it.

"Sure, we can," you agreed, and he didn't say anything else. He slides his dick on your pussy again and begins thrusting at an alarming peace. It is restless and messy. Your whole body is no more than a ragdoll at the force he is using. This time you don't try to hide your voice. Moaning out loud with each thrust, fuelling his frenzy.

It was too much for sure. He had no respect for your self being and you love it. It wasn't disrespectful like before, but more like he was not holding anything. He is showing a side of him that no one else has seen before. He isn't trying to control anything, not fighting against anyone, not proving himself to anyone. He is just focused on you and nothing else. He feels so free and powerful like never before, nothing can really compare to this sensation. Moaning your name over and over, he grabs your waist with enough force to leave marks on your skin.

Right now, you're clinging to the sheet for dear life, trying to tame a wild animal who has just reached ecstasy. Barou is high on you. All his senses dull by you. Your smell, your voice, your soft skin, everything is so incredibly overwhelming he can't take it, and yet he still needs more. He wants to go deeper, faster, longer... He wants to stay like this forever, connected to you. But he couldn't hold much longer and burst his load on you, not slowing down his pace but using less force to try to keep as much of his seed inside of you.

He collapses on top of you, hiding his face in your chest. You both have trouble recovering your breaths as you're still riding your highs back down. You use your hand to pet his head with long strokes on his hair.

"Good boy," you say smiling. He growls in response but his muscles relax at your touch, completely melting for you.

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"Itoshi-kun, you have to calm down" Ego looks unbothered through the screen, but he is irritated at his own mistake. He noticed that the computer code changed during the software upgrade that morning but he didn't expect it to be a big deal. He thought it could only cause a typo or a missing number in today's schedule. If he had known it was going to release a demon, he would have fixed it at that moment. "As I already told you, it was just a computer mistake"

Surrounded by a wrecked room and a murderous aura, Itoshi Rin stared directly at the screen. If he wasn't on the other side of the TV., Ego knew his life would be in real danger.

"Where is she?" Rin's words are filled with a terrifying threat. He doesn't want any absurd excuse. He doesn't want an apology, compensation, or clarification. He wants you, and that's all. The mere fact that you weren't waiting for him, makes his blood boil in rage. And to think that you might be with someone else. He doesn't want to think about what he could do if he finds out who you are with right now.

"She must be just two floors below. I'm already sending her a message to come here," Rin cursed his training routine for the first time because if he hadn't taken so long to arrive at your room, he would have noticed your absence sooner and no one would have had the time to be with you. But that only makes him angrier to Ego.

"Bring her right now" He enunciates every word slowly and menacingly "if you value your life".

[marsmarauders]

folklore (Marauder's Version)

Welcome back to another episode of Mo and Marls going insane :) @idkjustlemmedrownlikerab and I overanalyzed every single song on folklore… (the BEST Taylor Swift album, no discussion).

Also, we first discussed this one like a month ago and I didn't take very detailed notes, so if I missed anything Mo, let me know!

Sorry, it took a bit longer for this one to come out… I’m trying my best here. 😭

Let’s get into it, shall we?

the 1

So we all know how James changed, right? Like how he grew out of the bullying and mistreatment? I think part of that maturity came from Jegulus. The experience of being in a relationship with someone who is the complete and utter opposite of you would probably take a lot of emotional maturity. (And immaturity, hence why he left him when he did). And obviously, Regulus would not have betrayed Voldomort if he hadn’t first gone through the worst of it all. If it was all sunshine and rainbows being a death eater, why on earth would he have changed his mind? Like the song says, they never would’ve matured and grown if it weren’t for the fallout of their relationship.

“And if you wanted me, you really should've showed. And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow.”

“To kiss in cars, and downtown bars was all we needed. You drew stars around my scars, but now I’m bleeding.”

cardigan

Yeah, I know the cliche. That’s literally the most quoted Wolfstar coded song lyric in the history of Taylor Swift songs, so instead, let me bring up verse 3.

This part of the song perfectly encapsulates how I think Remus felt after October 31st, 1981. Sirius would always be there in the back of his mind, whether it be the ghost of his slips or the scent of smoke. Even though he didn’t want to feel that way about Sirius anymore, considering the weight of the crimes that Sirius had supposedly committed, he still felt that way because the younger him was insistent that Sirius was the one. And some part of him knew that even though destiny fought against them, they’d end up together again. (Not for long- cough).

“But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss. I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs. The smell of smoke would hang around this long. 'Cause I knew everything when I was young. I knew I'd curse you for the longest time. Chasin' shadows in the grocery line. I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired. And you'd be standin' in my front porch light. And I knew you'd come back to me.”

“Who knows, if I never showed up, what could've been. There goes the loudest person this town has ever seen. I had a marvelous time ruining everything.”

the last great american dynasty

So first off, let’s completely ignore the word American in this scenario. Second off, my interpretation is different from the actual meaning of the song. Instead of blaming women from a sexist point of view, I’m instead using the motif that everyone was (rightfully) blaming the death eaters for the war. Does that make sense? Okay.

So when Mo first brought up the idea that this song was about Regulus, it took me a minute to understand where she was coming from (Not because it was a bad idea, not at all. This is just not my particular favorite song off of folklore). But the fact that one of the lyrics is “there goes the maddest women (person in this case) this town has ever seen, really sold it for me.

We may all argue that Barty was the maddest of all the death eaters, considering the lengths he went for Voldemort, but up until the betrayal, Regulus was literally the #1 Voldemort stan. He was mad. If he’d never “shown up,” yeah, some things might’ve been better. But to figure out the Horcruxs, he kind of had to go down that path. So in the final chorus, I honestly think it’s Regulus, 6 feet under, mocking everyone who hated him, because without him, Voldemort would’ve never been defeated.

“I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending.”

exile

This song is the dynamic I picture Wolfstar having after reuniting. Not in the shrieking shack, but outside of school. There were two conflicting sides to the story, but both left them in shambles. And now that they know the truth, they’re too scared to risk it again. Because what’s the point of trying again if they’re only going to die in the end?

The bridge gets this point across perfectly. When Taylor echos Justin’s singing with a second perspective of the story, that captures Sirius and Remus perfectly. Because from Remus’s perspective, Sirius didn’t give him any kind of heads up that he thought Remus himself to be the traitor. Sirius never gave him the time of day to hear him out! But obviously, Sirius tried giving signs, such as 1: keeping the Potter’s secret keeper extremely confidential to the point that he wouldn’t even tell his partner and 2: arguing with Remus about where he was at night. But how could Remus have known that? He couldn’t read Sirius’s mind! They were falling so quickly that there was no way to stop it.

Now that they know the truth, however, they’re learning to forgive each other and move past it. But how can they when they’re just as in love with each other as they were before? Why would they risk it all if it could disappear all the same? They knew how this movie ended, why would they watch it again?

“And I can go anywhere I want. Anywhere I want, just not home.”

my tears ricochet

This song is Sirius to many people all at once, so let me break it down a little.

The majority of the song is Sirius to the people who believed him to be the spy. To have killed his best friends. The fact that he was never given a chance to explain himself and was just locked up; he’s feeling a lot of resentment. Sirius wants to know why on earth they care so much about it when he was “suppoedly” the one to have destroyed everything. Why is the focus on him? Why aren’t they focused on James or Lily or Marlene or Dorcas or the people who died in the war? If he’s dead to them, then why do they act like he exists?

The bridge is him towards Regulus. Regulus died, for reasons that Sirius will probably never know. He talks to the Regulus star, because it’s all he has left, even though he left him years ago. He probably wonders if Regulus saved himself from ending up like Sirius. He probably wonders if Regulus was right. Not about pureblood supremacy, but about keeping quiet and leaving it be.

I think the last chorus is Sirius towards Peter. Throwing Sirius under the bus will only disadvantage Peter in the long run. Why would you willingly stay a rat for 13 years?

"I'm a mirrorball. I can change everything about me to fit in. You are not like the regulars. The masquerade revelers. Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten."

mirrorball

Mirrorball was a little tricky at first cause it's just kind of ✨ominous manipulation✨ to be quite honest and at first, I think Mo was thinking Sirius? But then I kind of looked deeper into the lyrics that I listed above and was like "Hear me out… It's Peter's internal monologue convincing himself into becoming a death eater." and we were both like "Woah."

seven

"Sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart won't tell no other."

So, I think we can all come to the agreement that from the bridge to the end of the song, it's James talking to Sirius. This kind of pure, compassionate, and beautiful friendship is such a special part of this fandom. They had such a special bond and I think that they're basically the definition of "Chosen Family."

However, the more I think about it, I think that everything from before the bridge is incredibly Regulus and Pandora coded. The difference between the Black Brother's closest friendships and how that kind of influenced their decisions. James gave Sirius a safe space, whereas Pandora was Regulus's safe space. Do you understand what I'm getting at?

august

So, I haven’t read ATYD but I know the basic concept of who Grant Chapman is and what he did and all that, and Mo was very insistent on this song being Grant, and I completely agree.

“So much for summer love and saying “us,” cause you weren’t mine to lose.”

Grant was a stand-in for Sirius in some way. I think both he and Remus knew that, but Grant fell for Remus, he couldn’t help it! And he knew Remus loved him, but he wasn’t Sirius and he’d never be Sirius. But that doesn’t make it any less bittersweet for Grant, knowing that Remus is happier off with Sirius. In the same way that Jegulus was necessary for James’s character growth, Grant was necessary for Remus’s.

this is me trying

So I was certain this was Black Brothers and Mo was certain this was Regulus, so I’m gonna mix them. In the bridge specifically, I can see Regulus longing for Sirius after he left. The parties? The weird pureblood cult meetings his family had. It was hard for Regulus to even walk around their house because it was not the same without Sirius. The “one screen in his town” is Sirius being Regulus’s only escape. (Cause you watch movies on a screen? And movies tend to be an escape from reality? Look at me. I’m smart). And Regulus is also struggling with this internal battle because if he leaves, he’ll put himself and Sirius in danger, but if he stays, he’ll have to do things he knows deep down in his heart he doesn’t want to do. This is him trying.

“And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound. It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you. You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town.”

“It's born from just one single glance. But it dies and it dies and it dies a million little times.”

illicit affairs

Okay, before I get into this song, I want to clarify that we’re not implying that any of these characters were unfaithful.

There’s a difference between an affair (long- term cheating) and an affair (a pastime experience). I’m not the kind of person to promote cheating or adultery in my stories, because I think it’s such a frustrating topic to discuss. I wouldn’t ship people who went out of their way to hurt their partners. That being said, the word “affair” here is being used in the same way the words “event” or “incident” would. Obviously the word “illicit” means forbidden, so our interpretation of “illicit affairs” is just a “secret relationship.”

I think you might understand who I’m getting at here… if you guessed Jegulus, you’d be correct! James and Regulus were a secret, but not in the way you think. Their friends knew, Sirius knew, James’s parents probably knew, but Regulus’s family could not know. No one outside of their circle could know. (Reminds me of another Taylor Swift lyric. “You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath.” James kept Regulus as a secret, only because Regulus wanted him to, but Regulus held on to James like he was his life support). It was almost as if they were having an affair, and like most affairs, they die.

Also, the bridge; lets discuss.

The first part of the bridge is James to Regulus. James was a mess after leaving Regulus because he couldn’t fix him. He couldn’t help him. (Well actually, he might’ve been able to but he left when Regulus needed him the most so-) The “colors” that Regulus showed him were 1: that the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, 2: that James cannot fix everything, and 3: the maturity that James gained from their relationship.

“And you wanna scream don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby.” Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me. You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else.”

Again, Regulus was ripped to shreds after their break up, and he made some really foolish choices afterwards. The so-called “secret language” that James taught him, was vulnerability. Sure, he can talk about things with Barty or Evan, but with James he wasn’t expected to pull himself together. He could just exist with James and everything would be fine. Until it wasn’t.

“Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby.” Look at this idiotic fool that you made me. You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else.”

“A string that pulled me. Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar. Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire. Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons. One single thread of gold tied me to you”

invisble string

This one was tough, because there are so many couples that start out as these wholesome, pure, lovely relationships, but we quickly vetoed most of them.

Wolfstar: This song is literally about the concept of destiny and fate, and although Sirius and Remus were quite literally meant to be together, destiny kept pulling them apart.

Jily: I guess Jily are also quite literally the definition of fate, considering their matching patroni, the prophecy, etc. But Jily is also quite literally the definition of slow-burn, so again, this song doesn’t fit them.

Rosekiller: I guess you could argue they were fate, but they’re way too angsty.

Dorlene: Again, soulmates but way too angsty + they were rivals at the start.

This is where I came to the realization that every single couple in this fandom ends in tragic death… but then I thought about it some more.

Xenophilius and Pandora- JUST LET ME FINISH.

Yes, I am well aware that Pandora dies, but from what we know in canon, it was a freak accident. She wasn’t murdered like Marlene, Dorcas, the Potters, technically Evan, and Sirius (Yes, even if Sirius hadn’t fallen into the veil, he would’ve died). She didn’t risk her life like Regulus and Remus. She wasn’t driven to insanity like the Longbottoms and Barty (by the dementors kiss) She was experimenting, something she loved to do. She probably died happy for all we know!

I also think Pandora was probably esoteric (she believed in crystals, chakras, astrology, etc), so I think she also might’ve believed in fate. And considering the fact that Xenophilius and her relationship was so perfect, they probably were fate. They were classic friends to lovers, and they had the happiest ending out of all the marauders. Pandora was able to raise her daughter until she was nine, more than Lily and James ever got to do, and Xenophilius continued to raise Luna even after she died. (Yes, I’m aware he technically betrayed Harry, however we know he was a good person at heart and that prior to the Battle of Hogwarts, he openly supported Harry. The death eaters had kidnapped his daughter, I honestly don’t blame him that much.

Oh and also, Xenophilius was probably her only friend during her 7th year, considering 1: the older marauders had all graduated and 2: the pantheon’s falling out, so that’s why I used the lyrics I chose!

mad woman

For Mo, this song is blatantly Pandora, and for me it’s Dorcas. But, (again) it’s been a while since we discussed this, so I have a new narrative I’d like to propose to you. (Because we both had the same concept, just different characters.)

“Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? They strike to kill and you know I will.”

It’s both of them, from the perspective of Barty, Evan, and Regulus. They call them “mad women” because they don’t agree with their pureblood ideologies and want to be death eaters. The lyric “Everytime you call me crazy, I get more crazy,” feels like something Evan would think after all his fights with his sister. The lyric “It’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together,” seems like something Regulus would think. Obviously, I don’t think Pandora and Dorcas wanted him dead (considering the fact that Pandora definitely checked in on Regulus from time to time), but they wanted the bad part of him gone. And since they both left the rest of the Pantheon, that would’ve resulted in them growing closer.

And I guess in a way, they both went mad, but it’s up to your imagination. Dorcas went mad because she literally tried to go after the people who killed her girlfriend. And Pandora went mad because (if you headcanon this) she died trying to help Regulus destroy a horcrux.

If there was a song that played during a slow-motion montage of October 31st, 1981 the second Sirius finds out about the death and rushes over to the Potters, this would be it. It’s Sirius seeing his best friends lifeless body. The lyrics “With you I serve, with you I fall down,” symbolizes the way that when James “fell” (died), Sirius also “fell,” (falsely-accused) and even though it was unintentional, they went down together. Sirius felt like it was his fault. He switched the secret keeper and if only he’d trusted Remus enough, maybe it wouldn’t have happened.

Epiphany

“And some things you just can't speak about.”

"In the garden, would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing? I'm only 17, I don't know anything, but I know I miss you."

betty

Again, I'm using the concept of the "affair" love story in folklore as instead the story of a secret relationship, so no adultery was committed in the making of this post. 💀

Basically, I think this song is James's guilt when he's falling for Lily all over again, but he's still not completely over Regulus. (Of course, he and Regulus are dead and gone at this point, but it still lingers).

It's him thinking through what he would tell Lily if she ever asked him if he still loved Regulus. (I don't think Lily would've cared personally, lol).

Also in my mind I think this song has to be from James's perspective, solely because of the lyric "She said "James get in!" (I'm now literally realizing that that line is mentioning how he fell into the affair… well that ruins everything… scrap that idea).

Regulus and him were kind of an affair in the way that it was never meant to last. And also, while James may not have had feelings for Lily at that very moment, it was obvious that James was in love with both Regulus and Lily. (Again- no cheating).

I don't know, Betty's kind of a tough one.

peace

This song is about Jily. Lily finding peace in the friendship she has with James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Marlene, Mary, everyone now that she's away from Severus. But she also knows there will never fully be peace with them, because of her blood status.

"Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other. Family I chose now that I see your brother as my brother."

And she wants to know if she's enough for James, even though she knows he's knee deep in love with her, but she gets worried because what if they die? What if they don't get to live the life they'd always dreamed of living? No matter how wonderful their life may seem together, she knows that there's always darkness around the corner, and she wonders if it's because of her.

hoax

This song is how Remus feels knowing that the person he trusted the most in life with his deepest and darkest secrets was supposedly worthy of commiting a crime just as dark. That's it. Don't have much else to say here 😭

"You knew it still hurts underneath my scars when they pulled me apart but what you did was just as dark."

the lakes

If this song isn't Regulus Black, then we don't know what is.

"Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die."

~

Okay wow that was a long one! If you made it this far, thank you!! Make sure to look out for Lover, coming soon to a theater near you!!!

[kkat-astrophic]

Danganronpa Manga Rant- Leon and Sayaka:

@yukiteruakari told me about a Danganronpa Manga edition, and OH MY GOD!!! Thankyou so much for this bro omg.

I'm only up to "Junkos" impaling, but it's so much better than the one I have.

I'll put some screenshots below, and the link too because so far it's translated to English.

Why the Manga is better, what it could do for the fandom:

It gives Sayaka and Leon so much more development as characters and seeing as Mondos case is next we might get to see what they talked about in the sauna. (<- there are so many fan theories for that one, and I'm excited to finally get more lore.)

It's hard to be a Danganronpa fan in 2024 because it all happened 14, 12, and 7 years ago. So like... Spike aren't going to just start explaining more lore on twitter randomly because they feel like it, Danganronpa is done, but this manga helps us understand the killers motive.

If ALL of the fandom read it I'd probably assume the "Mondo Brother Killer >:(" cliche that some of the fandom define him as would be gone, because it has his POV instead of a Monokuma flashback and a shitty animated clip of him doing it "for no reason" other than being "strong-strong-strong-strong-strong" (from the canon game and animation 2014.)

LeoXSaya Rant, Manga>>>Animation:

And yes, Sayaka was revealed to be a bit more of a "snake" (she isn't btw) but her motives were humane and we only thought she wasn't because Makoto is the protagonist and wouldn't think bad about any of his friends.

It also gives Leon haters a reason to stfu and enjoy his character design and small role while it lasts, and it's better than playing his FTEs because he's just gloating about picking up chicks and being better than everybody at Baseball despite hating in from what I've seen.

Also, the art is just BETTER.

The dialogue is just BETTER!

They gave Sayaka a reason to invite Leon over. Because in the anime and game yes it's "wow Sayaka is so hot" on Leons part, but wouldn't that mean Leon would've been the person to invite her to HIS room instead?

But in the Manga they explain her thought process, anybody who hasn't read it will probably just go "Sayaka's dumb for inviting a STAR ATHLETE to try and kill!" but she's smart because if she had killed him she already had an alibi. "We were friends! We bonded over music and drank tea together!" or something... saying that, Sayaka couldn't WIN because Makoto knew about the room swapping ofc. And she'd leave evidence and whatnot.

*Sighs* The Animation Butchered Our Boys...:

(BOYS BECAUSE THE ANIMATION BUTCHERED SO MANY CHARACTERS AND GAVE THEM PISSY MOTIVES AND SHIT-)

I hate the anime alot, but the thing that PISSED ME OFF THE MOST (about 1-1 of the animation) WAS LEON'S REACTION. He was having a mental breakdown, which was fine and accurate... probably good as well instead of him screaming "stupid" then losing it halfway through the word and realising his fate quietly.

They give him a moment of remorse.

"I didn't want to... I mean she... she was tring to... kill me... right? I just... didn't know what else to do... okay...?" (quote end)

but then he gets mad.

I don't know about you, but on first watch this ruined it for me. "He's just screaming now..." like... it makes me mad for almost no reason.

He was about to have a very humane moment of "I didn't have a choice..." he's looking down at the pedestal thingy in the court, he's defeated, he's sad, he's been caught. He's in despair.

Then he yells at the others "you would've done the same thing in my shoes!"

And you know what the writers did instead of making him cry after that? Anything... would've been better, but this is the dam animation we're talking about...

"I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE OKAY! THE CRAZY SKANK WAS GOING TO KILL ME, WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"

He did have a choice...

The manga gave him a choice, he tried to save Sayaka. Then he ended up killing her, ON ACCIDENT. That line alone contradicts the fact of any of that happening, he and Sayaka had just bonded hours earlier.

Like, this is my opinion and I've never heard anybody talk about this before, BUT THE WRITERS NEEDED TO WRITE LEON BETTER!!! The game wrote Leon fine, but the animation was a second chance at giving him development!

I liked him trying to escape the court room though. That was a nice touch that I don't think was in the game.

BUT BROOOOO HE CALLED SAYAKA A SKANK HOURS AFTER ADMITTING HE WAS CRUSHING ON HER, DANGANRONPA ANIMATION WHERE'S THE LOGIC!

Like, the scene made me so mad on re-watch and I can't pinpoint why!

Like instead of this: https://youtu.be/CbQ6McYz7U0?t=59

(Good animation though imo, the closeup expressed his emotions nicely-)

HAVE THIS THOUGH, THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER!

IT JUST HITS WAY BETTER-

Anyway, that's my rant of the day because why not.

The game itself had issues, but compared to the animation it was just so much better, and makes me want to give it a 7/10 instead of a 6...

[cupidsbower]

Jawan: non-spoiler review

A more thoughtful review, now I've had a bit of time to think about it.

Shah Rukh Khan is the heart of the movie, so if you don't like his work, you probably won't like the movie.

Fortunately his performance is strong, and he easily carries it. The plot requires him to flex his range, which he does with confidence and charisma. He's rarely been in better form.

It might be billed as an Atlee film, but it's pretty obvious that this was SRK's dream project, and he put together his dream team to make it. I don't say that to dismiss what Atlee brings to the table, just that this project was clearly being driven by SRK's desire to tick off some of the things remaining on his bucket list. That pays off in a lot of ways, because SRK can afford the best, and that really shows on the screen.

SRK worked hard in Jawan to consolidate that he's an action star now, and he succeeded - I don't think anyone would argue it anymore. However, he didn't throw out all the old hooks. His scenes with Deepika Padukone are classic SRK, and so are the dance numbers. Zinda Banda in particular was a highlight. The song is an earworm, and the dance itself is both a spectacle given the number of dancers, and yet simple enough that even I could do it, with a bit of practice. The perfect crowdpleaser.

I don't want to spoil the biggest twist for you if you haven't seen the film yet, so I can't talk about my favourite aspect of SRK's performance in detail. I'll just say that for the last few years, he's been at his best when playing his real age, and that's true in Jawan as well.

There are good things other than SRK. Atlee's direction has all the kineticism of southern Indian cinema, and it's a spectacle that's a joy to watch on an aesthetic level. The soundtrack is fantastic. The special effects are world class.

I also like that this is mass entertainment that's not pretending to be anything else, but that it still touches on themes that are timely in India at the moment. I watched Raees just a few weeks ago, and there are obvious parallels. It's obvious that not everything along those lines comes from Atlee, even if the southern didacticism is on full display.

I do have one criticism. The plot was ambitious, and I give it points for that. I much prefer an ambitious plot that doesn't always work to a plot-by-numbers like Pathaan. However, Jawan's plotting sprawls all over the screen. That's sometimes a feature rather than a bug. It helped the film avoid some of the more obvious cliches. For example, I liked that the bad-guy's Evil Habit ended up not playing out in the way you'd expect. Anything that subverts a cliche is good with me. On the other hand, the plot was weaker than it needed to be. For instance, in a movie with so many women characters, I wanted more of them in the final act. There was still enough momentum to carry me to the end, but the ending was weaker than the rest of the film. Just a bit more cleverness in that final fight, tying it more effectively to the larger plot strands, would have made a big difference.

It was still a really great time, and I'm looking forward to seeing it again. I hope they do make a sequel. I would happily watch more of SRK in this 'verse.

[forestdragoncat]

🍒 (Did Argenta kiss anyone before Arueshale?) 🍩 Also for Argenta!

Thank you! 💚

🍒: Has Your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who?

Argenta did! Won't point the exact timeline, but definitely after she left home and fused with Silver Lining (as a child, she was too skittish and reclusive to form any meaningful relationship outside the family and spirit world. Moving around a lot also didn't help). She had short-living flings during her travels (which didn't mean to last long in the first place), and probably had her first-first kiss in one of those, and it was purely out of curiousity (especially from spirit's side).

But there was one relationship that looked more promising - with the heir of some well-doing merchant family. The guy was a starry-eyed fledgling with his head in the clouds, who liked to talk in typical romantic novels cliches, including the one where he promised that his parents' opinion on his "sweetheart" didn't matter, and that if they don't accept her, he will run away with her. And there were some romantic kisses.

In the end his parents, indeed, did not approve, and he deflated like a ballon, without much of a fight. When telling stories about this relationship, Argenta always says that she figured out he liked her like a fantasy from his books and not like a person well before their break up, so she didn't believe him anyway and wasn't really upset or anything, and, hey, it was nice while it lasted.

...

(She was upset.)

(By the way, about Arueshalae and Woljif - i think that, while Arue was the first to get a kiss on the lips, Woljif was the first to receive any kiss from Argenta - on the cheek. His slowburn was a bit slowburn-er).

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

Judging by her Persuation checks in WoTR, her most "likely" crime is extortion 😅

In seriousness, i think it's... marauding and bulglary? If by "bulglary" you mean "rimmaging through half-forgotten mansions where barely anyone lives and everything is rotting anyway". And she doesn't really see marauding as something very amoral, as long as you maraud from the dead (and undead).

(And isn't it something that almost all adventurers do, anyway?)

As for the second part... Ironically, despite her real crimes, Argenta (in her own opinion) will most likely be arrested for something she didn't even do - like drying all the blood from livestock, stealing babies (where would she even put them?), cursing someone to make them bed-ridden, making harvest go bad (even though, as a shaman, she can actually make it better? But (pre-azata) she also had the opposite of green thumb, so...). So she is quick to leave the area when such rumors has only began to appear.

And if we are talking abot Galfrey already named all Argenta's "crimes against the Crusade", and banished (well, not quite, but) her to the Abyss, so 😂

[angeldigital92]

I feel like ever since I watched eraserhead I need to pay a bit more attention to david lynch movies vs every other movie but also glad I got around watching blue velvet because I only knew of The Ear but now I can say that it was overall rly interesting maybe even enjoyed a bit more than I should (lowkey kinnie reasons)

I've enjoyed Jeffrey's "kinda weird but makes sense" dynamic with sandy and Dorothy and? I guess it makes sense that sandy would was "written that way bc that's how women in the 80s were written" but I still feel like that's like.. the one thing I kinda wish it was written better? or I guess executed better would be a better word...

to put some context , (and if ykwim) Jeffrey to me is like shuichi saihara in a way that he gets so interested and involved in crime/detective work he does pretty much live a double life (kagehara/shuichi) til everything circles back and all ends end well or whatever (also shoutout to the actor who was also in twin peaks I might be vv gay for) but what messes with me still is sandy very clearly setting boundaries about her relationship and Being in one , which is , yk very good to express , but then when they (jeffsandy) start getting involved and "meet" Dorothy for the first time , you can see on her face she's?? visibly jealous?? upset even that jeffrey is studying her??? it messes with me in a way because I get jeffrey DID flirt with her before ! I get he even TRIED hitting on her when the line started to blur between him being Him and him with dorothy and and when you do see Sandy's boyfriend , it just made me wonder... why are you upset about finding out he's with another women ? why are you literally crying breaking down ?? did you.. expect him to ALSO save you from a bad relationship???? YOUR FATHER IS A DETECTIVE/COP!!! WHY DIDNT YOU SAY ANYTHING ESPECIALLY TO SOMEONE WHO IS TRUSTWORTHY?!?!?!? I feel like there could of been a more clear way to communicate she's in a bad spot or even expand upon Why she still chooses to stay with someone who mistreat her , like . is it her parents? is it her? is it because of cliche school statues(cute girl dating the jock but falls for the "nerd")??? does that make sense??

besides THAT LMAO I think its a very fun movie and even tho it's 2 hours , I didn't feel like it took that long (I guess the constant movement and action throughout helped) and definitely willing to rewatch with others !! also yea Kyle (insert last name here) is in it and I think I'm super gay for him

[hustlemeanokay]

So. Had a kid come into work today to try and return a textbook that they had bought a little over a month ago upon the advice of their advisor. And yeah. That'd be a hard no. For a few reasons. The main one being that our company's policy has no refunds after Oct. 4th for fall quarter textbooks or 48 hours after purchase. I have no idea why it's that way, it just is. I don't make the rule. I just have to enforce it. It sucks. BUT- I did give them the CS# for the company and told them to call them. They could have the power to refund them for the book or give us the authorization to do so. They also did not have a receipt. They went on to explain that it wasn't their fault that they purchased this $200+ textbook that they ultimately didn't end up needing because their advisor told them they'd need it but then later their Professor told them they wouldn't.

Let's recap.

Wants to return a loose leaf textbook that is now unwrapped, thus making it "used" well after the return date.

Doesn't have a receipt.

Claims that because it is not their fault and that the textbook was so expensive, that this should somehow excuse the previous two things.

Okay, so- I get it. It sucks. But... that's just it. It just sucks. There's nothing beyond that. It's an all stop situation. They purchased a book they didn't need. They were told at the time of purchase (because this is what we were telling people at the time before the new policy was released) that they actually only had 48 hours period to return for a refund. And to even do that, the book would have to remain wrapped and they'd have to have their receipt. Yes, the book is expensive. Yes, it sucks they don't need it. But - they kind of shouldn't have listened to their advisor concerning a class that the advisor isn't teaching? Maybe?

--- And this turned into an essay, so I put the rest below the cut.

I mean - I know people mature at different rates and all that but come on. That's like buying a $200 piece of electronics because the pharmacist told you it'd be a good idea. Why would you do that? What would make you think that they'd know what they're talking about? Just because they are physically in the same store?

I know it's cliche and such an "old person thing to say" but seriously - where is the common sense? Does it just not exist anymore? I could write a book on the shit we've seen and had to deal with as I'm sure everyone could who works in customer service. But like... stuff that would just blow your mind. Things like this but way worse. Because we're also dealing with literal children. Children who are acting like adults and want to be treated like adults and get really pissy if you treat them like they are the least bit NOT an adult but then turn around and make inexperienced decisions and expect their excuses to somehow make a difference to the consequences of their actions. They literally act like they know more than you about everything and yet stare at you like you have a third arm growing out of your head when you just tell them that books are arranged by author's last name. Like you just spoke fucking latin to them. Or, and I see this every single day, they scoff or just look so thrown when you indicate that they have to go and get their own book off the shelf. That you aren't going to do it for them. Whether there's no line behind them or a line out the door, they act the same. Or! They come in and ask a question, you give an answer... and then they have the fucking balls to try and argue with you. Like... who works here? You... or me? Because I could have sworn I was the one who works here. That's not a kid thing, either - that's a know-it-all thing. That's an air of entitlement, I'm always right, you're always wrong, I know more, I'm better thing. Or better yet - they ask you a question and you answer and then it's extremely and painfully clear that they didn't hear anything you said. They weren't listening. At all. And what should have only taken one minute tops, turns into fifteen fucking minutes because you're having to repeat yourself over and over and they keep pushing like the answer is going to magically change.

Like this poor kid today - I really did feel for them. It sucks. It's a hard fucking lesson to learn. But nevertheless, a lesson. Take it and learn from it. Money doesn't fucking grow on trees, once it's spent- it's spent so be careful with it. If we could set the prices of textbooks, we would. But we can't. The publishers set the price. We can't. It sucks. But that's reality. The system is fucked. You have to learn how to navigate that system and who knows, maybe you'll be the one who changes it. Maybe this is the catalyst that ignites that change? Doubtful - but maybe.

But then again, they also asked what would happen if we did refund them anyway, going against company policy. And it's like "uh... well, we could get fired for starters" and nothing - nothing on their face at all to indicate that they felt this was something not to be fucked with. To which I straight up said, no offence but they weren't worth my job. And they had the ghaul to look offended by that. Excuse me? You want me to risk my job for you? Like also, I wanted to tell them that they should be acting a little more grateful. I know that seems strange but seriously - we didn't have to be helpful. We could have just been like "no receipt? a month out? HA no." and left it at that. We didn't have to offer a possible solution. We didn't have to basically tell them step by step what to do. We didn't have to try and help them understand that they shouldn't listen to advice like that from an advisor, to only go off of their professor's syllabus. We didn't have to be understanding or compassionate at all. Those were conscious choices. My job would not have been at risk at all if I had just straight up been like "Nope, sorry. Kthnxbaiiiii."

People need to start grasping that concept. The person who's being actually helpful to you? They don't have to be. They can still do their job effectively without being actually helpful. They can just follow company policies and procedures to the letter and call it a day. So, if someone's actually explaining something to you, taking the time to do so - be grateful for it. Be appreciative. You don't have to actually say you are (though that's nice to hear) but damn sure don't act like it's just fucking expected. The phrase "Good Customer Service" isn't required. It's not mandatory. It's not something you're entitled to. That's a conscious choice made by the person you're dealing with. They're choosing to be kind and nice. Not just meh. They're choosing to invest their time into your situation.

Okay - I think I've ranted enough. But man, whew. Seeing what I see, experiencing what I experience, it's just mind blowing.

[puppy-phum]

didn't get a bingo but i feel like i got more marks than i ever expected :'D from the most unexpected places even i might add.

some thoughts under the cut!

tbh my overall feelings after this event were acceptance and disappointment. i tried to keep my hopes low and my dreams small. more so after the whole part 1 announcement and after them now explaining what it meant, i was prepared to gain nothing from this event. or crumbs, max.

i was kind of right, kind of not. let me bring up some things i felt good and bad about:

good:

pluto. definitely. i really loved the whole concept and i love to see more gls happening. i have some doubts but i'm carefully optimistic about this and wish we can place this one and last twilight in the same basket amongst other brain-altering shows. also, absolutely love them pairing namtan and film. they seem like a good fit.

we are. i was hoping for a series with several main couples and this feels like one! a bit surprised they didn't give separate shows for both pondphuwin and winnysatang, but i think they will work as a group too. ecstatic about seeing marcpawin return. and aouboom!! the story seems very simple but it might work for me the same way hidden agenda eventually did. a bit scared about them stuffing four couples into the same series tho bc of screen time and everyone's story developing enough but we shall see.

my golden blood. it was half hilarious and half exactly what i've wanted. the main pairing surprised me which was only a plus in my books. the setting seems... cliche yet something i will enjoy. i just hope they do it right and don't fall into too many cliche bl tropes. heard it is a wattpad adaptation which makes me shiver but there might be potential (and hopefully better special effects hhh)

the trainee. excited to see offgun as a couple again even if we haven't gotten cooking crush yet ;; they just bring me such joy when they're together! and here i thought not me was forever going to be their last bl... also excited to see sea in this one!! we got to know very little about his character throughout the trailer but i guess he's having a romance with piploy? kind of hoped his solo project would offer a bit more variety in the characters he gets cast as (soft, sweet, smiley, shy etc.), but sea as a cute nerd is always a good look.

ploy's yearbook. the cast seemed good and the setting felt heartwarming. hoping they have similar vibes with the warp effect. bc this one could be wonderful if done right. i'm actually very excited for both jimmy and earth's romantic storylines in this. it's going to be a bit weird to see jimmy act with some girl but i think i will love it. (please make me love it doc)

(jimmysea in solo projects also means this will expand the currently in the making jimmysea cinematic universe, so watch me au the heck out of their new characters and their stories once we see them)

bad:

both remakes. i'm not a big fan of remakes of series that have already been done somewhere. it feels like a cheap option to me and i really hoped both geminifourth and earthmix had gotten something better/bigger. don't get me wrong, i love kieta hatsukoi (i've never watched ossan's love so i cannot say anything about that), but the japanese version is already so good it's hard to top that. plus i always favor original plots over remakes bc i feel like remakes lack surprise when it comes to the plot if they're not changing it completely which often goes very wrong. i felt the same about cherry magic last year and that has not changed.

the lack of originality. i feel like nothing lived up to the same surprise feeling as last year's line up? everything felt very... plain, for some reason. all the plots feel like i've seen them seven times before. or maybe they're just not up my alley but nothing really left an impression. there are a couple of ones i feel really indifferent about and a couple that i didn't mention that make me think i might watch them depending on the feedback but that's about it. which is not lot compared to last year and me wanting to watch almost everything from there the moment they dropped the trailers. (this is excluding the ones i mentioned that i will watch. also pls i put the "get them out of school!!" wish there for a reason, i think they misheard me and put Everyone in school)

wandee goodday. i don't even want to mention this. just,,, no. No. goodbye.

feeling insane about the fact that we are getting another LOL concert for may tho bc the last one was a blast and i really loved the concept. the lineup also seems to be around the same as it was last time (with perthchimon taking over ohmnanon) which means they already work well together and the show will most likely be even better with last year's experience under their belt. i am so ready to watch it, be it through a livestream again or possibly in real life.

overall, i did enjoy this evening but nothing will probably top the 2023 event for me. until part 2 drops and we can go through this insanity all over again!

(i'll make a new bingo card then i think)

BINGPOT!!

so...would anyone like to play bingo w me for the gmmtv event that is apparently much sooner than anticipated? would you!!?! bc I made you your own blank bingo sheet to fill with predictions or wishlist items as best pleases you, and also i love you, and would like to play bingo as a community 🤍

save and edit as you like, drop your version ahead of time to discuss, or day of before and/or after you've marked off your squares! throw a reblog on this or send it to tumblo buds you think might be interested so everyone who wants to make one for themselves sees it in time. or if you like green.

here's mine. yes i'm aware my handwriting is feral. happy bingoing!! tag me if you want to if you post one!!

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

Shut Me Up

A/N: Here’s another smutty one-shot. I felt like something a little cliche so here it is. This was so fun to write! I’m still finding my footing in this fandom as a writer but I think I wanna start taking requests, the next fic I have coming out will be a request and I’m having fun with it so shoot me a message if there’s something you wanna see. I’ve just put together my Masterlist so you can check out my other fics there :)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer and Y/N don’t exactly get on well. Will they be able to work out some of their frustration when they’re forced to share a room for the night?

Category: Pure smut baby

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, name calling, light choking, hair pulling, scratching, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3850 words

The hotel is somehow worse than usual. It’s got so few rooms that they just narrowly grab enough for the whole team. But few enough that they have to bunk. Y/N didn't love sharing a room but it was better than having nowhere to sleep at all.

Prentiss tosses her a key, “That’s you and Reid” she says it so nonchalant that Y/N almost doesn’t notice it. Once in clicks in her head though she races down the hall.

“Hey, hey wait!” She calls out, a little too desperate, “Emily you can’t put me with Reid. We’ll kill each other.”

She laughs at that, it was on open secret amongst the team that Y/N and Spencer had something of a rivalry going. Bitter sworn enemies apparently. No one really bought it though. People who really truly hated each other would be a lot better at avoiding one another. But Y/N and Spencer could never seem to keep apart for very long.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to put your differences aside for a night.” she waves Y/N off as she heads into her own room, leaving her stranded in the hallway. Contemplating if the reception area might let her crash on the couch, she could even spend the night in one of the SUVs, the seats reclined far enough.

But that was stupid, why should she be the one who had to be uncomfortable, why not Spencer.

When she arrived at the door of her own room Spencer was slumped up against it, he stood up straight once he saw her coming.

“Took you long enough” he spat, reaching to take the key from her but she pulled it back before he had the chance.

“I was on the hunt for alternative sleeping arrangements” she huffs, unlocking the door.

“To no avail I presume?” he jokes but he’s just met with an eye roll.

“I’m taking the bed by the window” she stakes her claim before they even get through the door. Once they’re inside he lets out a chuckle.

“You’re welcome to the side of the bed by the window?” he jokes.

This was infinitely worse than she thought it was going to be. Where there were usually two generally uncomfortable twin beds in these standard small-town motels, instead there was a queen sized bed, staring at them as they stood at the foot of it.

“I get the bed” she says like she’s calling shotgun.

“Bullshit you get the bed, there’s nowhere else to sleep!” he complains.

She takes a second to scan the room, no sofa, no arm chair, the floor is a scratchy carpet. There’s no real option here. “You can sleep on the desk?” she suggests, and she’s not serious about it, but she wouldn’t say no if he agreed.

“Are you kidding me?” he almost shouts.

“Soft mattresses are bad for your back! Maybe it’ll sort out your posture?” she adds.

“There’s nothing wrong with my posture” he groans, massaging his temple.

“Okay sure, you tell yourself that”

They don’t say anything more about it as they unpack. Showering and changing for bed in silence. When Y/N comes out from he bathroom, Spencer is sitting up on one side of the bed, reading through case files by the light of the bedside lamp.

“Are you serious?” she whines.

“Look, we both need rest, just shut up and get over yourself” he says it without looking up from the file in his hand, his finger running over the lines at speed.

She doesn’t respond, she just climbs in on the other side, keeping herself as close to the edge of the mattress as possible to keep the distance in between them.

She lies like that for about 45 minutes but sleep’s just not coming.

“Are you ever gonna turn off that fucking light, I thought we ‘needed rest’” she mocks, turning over to look at him, still combing through the files, mumbling to himself every once in a while.

“We’ll both be useless tomorrow if we don’t get any sleep” she tries to convince him with a slightly more sincere tone.

This case wasn’t easy, the unsub had been abducting victims he’d met in online BDSM chatrooms. Bodies had been turning up murdered in ways that the victims had previously expressed were turn-ons. Suffocated, whipped, tied up in peculiar ways. There wasn’t much information to go on now, they just had to wait for the next body to turn up but that didn’t keep Spencer from pouring over everything a hundred times.

When he wasn’t being purposefully irritating Y/N honestly admired his work ethic. Just not when it was interfering with her much needed sleep.

“The bare minimum of sleep most humans need to live is just 4 hours in a 24 hour period” he blurts out, still not looking up.

“Well I’m not most humans, so knock it off”

He finally concedes, chucking his files onto the bedside table and shutting off the lamp. It’s now eerily quiet, and all she can hear is the steady breathing coming from the other side of the bed.

Enough time passes that she really should be asleep but it’s still not happening. So she’s already beyond irritated when she feels a slight shove against her shoulder.

“Hey, you still awake?” he sounds mischievous, she knows that tone of his voice and she doesn't like it.

“God! I am now! What do you want?” she mumbles into her pillow.

“I’ve just got a question” he says defensively.

She hums and rolls over to face him, he’s wide awake, “Well? Out with it” she encourages, the sooner this is over with the better.

His mouth twists into a smirk as he takes a minute to study her face, “What turns you on?” he asks it sincere, and she has no idea what to do with that.

Rolling her eyes on instinct she groans, “Ugh, are you serious? I was so close to getting to sleep, goodnight asshole.” she turns back around to end the conversation but he can’t leave it there.

“I’m serious actually, just all the talk about it earlier, I wanna know”

She doesn’t move as she speaks, remaining with her back to him in a bid not to engage, “You couldn’t handle that information.” She deadpans.

“Try me” he antagonizes, and that’s enough to set her off. He just didn’t know when to quit.

This could be a fun new way to tease him, is her first thought. Turn him on, leave him wanting, yet another game to add to their repertoire of spite.

“Fine I’ll give.” she turns back to him, staring intently this time, “Here’s one, I really get off on having my hair pulled” she scoots closer so she can lean in and whisper the next part, “like when I’m getting fucked from behind, or I’ve got someone’s cock down my throat. I love having my hair pulled, just the short sharp pain of it.” she sort of moans the last little bit right by his ear before settling back on her own pillow.

“That good enough?” she asks, and she can practically see his breath catch in his chest.

He takes a steady gulp, “Yeah, that was, informative” he breathes.

“And what about you?” she poses, he’s not getting out of this one so easy. He looks shocked, like he didn’t see this coming a mile off.

“Me? Uh—” he stutters, “My back, I get really— I get turned on when someone digs their nails into my back, like scratching and marking” something about seeing him flustered like this is almost endearing.

“I guess we’re both suckers for pain” she winks as she says it, making a move to turn around again in a bid to let the conversation die but he doesn’t give her the chance.

“Tell me another” he pleads, and she’s not sure what his expression means but she might just draw this out, see how far she can can tease this.

“Hmm, nosy aren't we?” she smirks, he doesn't respond, just waits for an answer. She thinks for a moment, “Have you ever choked anyone Dr. Reid?”

His breath hitches, and he shakes his head. She likes this new Spencer, the one that doesn’t seem to have some quip for her every two seconds.

“Well I think you might like it, you’ve got nice strong hands, long fingers too. I feel like they might make it the whole way round my neck if you tried?” her voice is soft like velvet as she speaks. He lets out a short pant, and she can see his eyes flicker down to her exposed throat before quickly coming back to her eyes.

“Does the idea of that turn you on Doc?” she teases.

“I— um—” he’s at a loss for words yet again.

“That’s not an answer now is it?” She taunts him, and moves to turn around once again. Feeling accomplished in her goal, finally about to get some sleep. But she’s barely closed her eyes when she can feel him move. He’s so close behind her that she can feel the heat radiating from him. His hand slowly reaches around and grasps her throat gently, she moves herself further into his grip on instinct and he runs with it. Using the leverage to pull himself right up behind her, and she can feel it. He’s hard, and she can feel him pushing himself right up against her ass.

“Is this a satisfactory answer?” he moves in close and whispers against her ear. She’s changed her mind, maybe this is her favorite Spencer.

“Mmhmm” she hums in response, and his fingers tighten around her neck. She pushes her ass further back, moving it up and down slightly to create some friction and she can feel him twitching through the thin layer of her nightdress. He starts to move with her, grinding against her, his other hand resting on her hip, fingertips digging in so that he can pull her closer.

She tries to moan when she feels his nails dig into her but it gets stifled in her throat.

“You sound pathetic” he whispers, “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re whining like a little slut” her hips buck involuntarily at that. “You like it when I call you names?” he teases.

The hand on her hip starts to pull at her nightdress, inching it up higher and higher until his fingers are on her bare skin. He digs his nails in just slightly and drags them around her thigh, letting them settle right at the hem of her panties.

“I bet if I put my fingers in here I’d find you soaking wet for me already?” When she doesn’t answer he tightens the hand around her throat so that it’s almost cutting off the air supply, then loosens immediately. “Answer me” he demands.

“Yes! Yes!” she moans, anything to get his hands to move where she wanted them.

“That’s what I thought” he laughs and lets go of her completely. Her dress hiked up, breathing ragged. She snaps back around to look at him and he’s already curled up on his side of the bed as though nothing’s happened. Left in shock she sits upright, crossing her arms across her chest.

“What the fuck was that?” she has to stop herself from outright shouting at him.

He turns back to look at her, taking in her sullen expression, “Disappointed are we?” he teases with a smirk. And that look makes her want to kill him.

“You’re such a dick” she huffs, and he sits upright next to her.

“You say that like I didn’t just beat you at your own game?” he tries to fight back.

“You didn’t beat me!” she protests

“Oh really, and how’s that?”

“I could feel you, you were rock hard before you even touched me” she spits it out, because if she turned him on first then somehow this didn’t feel as embarrassing.

“Yeah! Because you were teasing me!” he looks frustrated now,

“Exactly! Because I was teasing you, and you fucking liked it” he just rolls his eyes at that, pretending like it’s somehow not true.

“Shut the fuck up” he groans, running his hands through his hair and letting his head fall back against the headboard.

She quirks an eyebrow and looks straight into his sleepy eyes, “Make me.”

In less than a second his hands are on her again, grabbing and pulling her into his lap. One hand is firmly on her back, holding her tight against his chest, the other is tangled in her hair already. Grabbing fistfuls as their lips work against each other.

It’s heated, and ferocious, full of pent up aggression, or tension, or both.

As his tongue works against hers, she lets her own hands wander over him, finally coming to rest at the back of his head, tangling in his curls. When she grinds down into his lap she can feel his cock still hard beneath her, straining against the fabric of his boxers. She thought it was impossible but it felt harder than it had been earlier.

He breaks apart the kiss and they both take in wrecked breaths, chests heaving. He pulls at the hem of her nightdress, pushing it further up her thighs, grabbing a rough handful of her ass as his hands find the exposed skin there.

“We gotta get this off” he whispers, and she nods, pulling it off over her head so that she’s exposed now. Perched in his lap in nothing but her panties. “Fuck” he moans at the sight. His hands come straight up to grab her tits, rough and exited for a moment before easing up, kneading them, getting used to the weight of them in his hands. He brings his mouth down, leaning in so that he can place sloppy open mouthed kisses along her neck and collar bones, trailing down to the valley between her breasts. He takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently then teasing the bud with his teeth. When he releases it and looks up at her his eyes almost look glazed over, dreamy.

“I’ve always had a thing for your tits” he confesses, his lips coming down to repeat the action on the other nipple.

“Your turn to take your shirt off” she whines as he removes his lips, the cold air hardening her nipples now that he’d teased them. He drags his eyes away from her for a second so that he can peel his shirt off over his head.

On pure instinct she rakes her nails across his now bare chest, leaning in close to place kisses into the crook of his neck, moving up painfully slow, kissing along the column of his throat, landing on the soft skin beneath his ear. She can feel the moans rippling in his throat against her lips. While he’s stilled beneath her she takes the opportunity to tuck her hands in behind him, digging her nails into his back and dragging them across the skin with force. Certainly leaving harsh red lines in their wake. The noises that escape him might be the best thing she’s ever heard.

“You like it when I mark you up?” she moans into his ear, “When I make you mine?” she can feel wetness pooling between her own legs as she says the words. The very thought of it turning her on more than she ever thought it could.

Clearly he feels the same, something erupts in him and the hands that had been resting on her hips were now lifting her up and laying her down on the bed. He was on top of her now, his hair framing his face as he looked down at her, and she was biting her fucking lip in anticipation.

He almost can’t even look directly at her so he snakes down her body, littering her torso with kisses and licks. Once he lands at her hips he takes the elastic of her panties between his teeth, pulling it up and letting it go so that it snaps against her stomach. She lets out a low moan.

“Let’s see if I was right earlier, how wet are you for me?” his voice is low as he places small kisses over the cotton, making his way right in between her legs. He pulls back for a second to inspect the fabric, there’s a damp patch covering the majority of the area, as if he didn't know already. “You’re fucking soaked Y/N” he groans and presses his fingers right up against it, forcing the fabric between her folds so that it soaks up even more, “Such a needy little thing aren’t you?”

She can only let out a small whine in response, her teeth biting into her lip so hard she was afraid she might start bleeding.

“Better get rid of these, don’t you think?” he hooks his fingers into either side of her panties, sliding them down her legs. He takes them and places them on his pillow before returning to his position between her legs.

He’s slow and deliberate in his actions, teasing painfully as he places sloppy kisses on the delicate skin inside of her thighs. Stopping right at the top to nip and suck enough to leave a bruise. Taking the time to stop and leave a matching bruise on the other thigh.

She was starting to grow restless, she felt like she was literally aching for any stimulation at all.

“Spencer” she whines, “Please, I’m so fucking turned on already”. She can feel him chuckle, his exhale sends a burst of cold air right against her pussy.

“So impatient” he chastises, but gives in anyway. Laying his tongue flat against her, taking a moment to taste her before he starts to move. Licking deft strokes along her folds, alternating with sucking softly on her clit.

“Spencer, fuck, oh my god” is all she can muster as her back arches up off the bed, her hips squirming as he pins them down. “You feel so fucking good”

He takes the encouragement and brings a finger to her entrance, pushing it in at an agonizing pace, curling it upwards against her once it’s fully inside. “You’re so fucking tight Y/N, do you think you could even handle another finger?” he has to take his mouth off of her to speak but it’s worth it for the downright filthy sounds she makes in response. He takes that as a yes and slowly pushes two fingers in this time. Bringing his lips back down to wrap around her clit and suck.

Her hands fly down to his curls as he works his fingers in and out of her at a relentless pace. She grabs handfuls of his hair and pulls them harshly, not knowing where else to put the energy. “Fuck Spencer, feels so good, don’t stop” she mutters between gasps.

He continues his ministrations and he would be lying if he said the feeling of her hands pulling at his hair weren’t doing something for him.

A moment later and she’s barely able to control her movements, thrashing in the bed as he continues to work his fingers in and out of her, relishing the feeling of her walls tightening around him. Once she’s relaxed again he takes his fingers out, bringing them up to her lips, without telling her to she opens her mouth, taking the two fingers in, letting her tongue move around them to taste herself.

It’s one of the many memories from tonight he knows he wont forget anytime soon. Or ever.

“I can see why you like it” he says, leaning over her, talking into the crook of her neck, “having your hair pulled, feels fucking amazing” she lets out a weak laugh, regaining her strength.

“Told you you liked pain” she reaches down between them, grabbing his cock through his boxers, “You must’ve really liked it” she teases, squeezing as his eyes flutter shut and he nods.

He maneuvers a little so that he can take off his boxers, and finally she gets to see it. It’s perfect, bigger than she expected, it looks painfully hard, precum leaking from the tip. He moves back to hover over her, lingering for a minute to take her in. She thinks there might be something almost sweet behind his expression.

“Just fuck me already” she smirks up at him and he rolls his eyes without even meaning to.

“Will you ever stop antagonizing me?”

“If you fuck me maybe?”

With that he leans down to capture her lips in a heated kiss, she can taste herself on his tongue as it tangles with hers. She can feel him push up against her, the head of his cock just teasing at her entrance before sinking in so slowly she was almost angry.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so good, so fucking tight, so fucking wet for me” he’s whispering right into her hear and she can barely string together a sentence.

“Spencer, you’re so big, fill me up so good with your fingers, with your cock, fuck” as he starts to move they both start to lose it, her hands digging into his back, her nails sinking into his shoulders leaving small half-moons in his skin. He finally starts to build a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her, filling the room with the pornographic sounds of skin on skin, coupled with their moans.

Once she can feel the familiar feeling building within her again she starts to lose control completely, her nails scratching marks into the expanse of Spencer’s back, hearing the little breathy gasps he lets out each time she does might be enough to make her cum all on their own.

“I’m close” she mewls, letting her head fall back against the pillow, exposing her neck, eyes screwing shut.

“Fuck, me too” he takes the opportunity presented to him, and wraps one of his hands around her neck, squeezing ever so slightly.

“Ahh, fuck” she breathes out with the little air that she has, “gonna cum” and she does, he can feel her tighten around his cock, her body writhing beneath his and arching up off he bed as he continues to fuck into her.

He’s following behind just a second later, spilling into her as he collapses back down, releasing his grip on her throat completely and settling on her chest.

They both take a moment. Melting into one another, steading out their breathing.

It’s Y/N who breaks the silence, “So you’ve always had a thing for my tits then?”

He cranes his neck up to look at her, “Shut up” he breathes, laying his head back down on her chest. She cards her fingers through his hair, smoothing it back down.

“Now you know how to make me.”

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[happyselves]

Disaster qualification ( A Portimao story ) { Daniel Ricciardo x reader }

You were searching for your best friend Daniel in the paddock and garage of Mclaren, but he was nowhere to be found, you even asked a mechanic and some journalist. It wasn't his kind to leave like that and he wasn't answering his phone, but after that terrible qualification where he didn't pass through Q1, you weren't surprised. He needed a break, he was feeling pressure and anxious and you never saw him like that before, of course he knew that he needed time to adapt his driving style adn himself to his new car to make it one ,but he was starting to feel depressed as it wasn't going as fast as he thought. That's a thing you like in Daniel, he will always have that competitive side in him even after 10 years doing the job. His determination was always there, but he needed things to go as he planned otherwise he was starting to doubt himself and everything was starting to go downhill. You knew that he needed just a little push, a little sign that he was doing something good and he was evolving or going in the right way, it was a matter of time but he was so stubborn and impatient.

After more than an hour of searching for him you find his engineer who told you that he was quiet the whole debrief and just mumbled a quick " I'm going back to the hotel ". So that's where he was, back in the hotel, probably at the gym hitting the frustration away on some punching ball perhaps. His engineer asked you if you wanted to take the ride to go back to the hotel with them since he left you all alone in the paddock. You couldn't believe he let you there, even Michael. You needed to have a talk with him too after you find Daniel and scold him as well.

Arriving in the hotel lobby you ask at the front desk where the gym was and they show you the direction, but when you enter it, no trace of Daniel or MIchael, well there must be only one place he could be and you were heading to eat now. You knock on his bedroom door, once, twice and one last time before remembering that he actually gave you one spare key if you needed anything, you didn't really know why he did but right now you were glad he did as you opened the door. It was dark, all the countain were close and only an ambiance light was on, and then you find him, sitting on the floor, only wearing a long shirt and his boxers, the rest of his clothes messy on the floor. He didn't even look up when he heard someone coming in, perfectly knowing it was you, plus he was to focus on his big tub of ice cream that was already halfway through eaten. You silently sit next to him, your head laying on the edge of the bed, watching the ceiling. You didn't have to wait long for him to offer you his spoon for you to take some of his vanilla ice cream. Vanilla ... so cliche yet you knew that when he was feeling down it was always the one it would choose because it was a safe choice. You took the spoon and dug it in the melted ice cream before bringing it to your lips, where he finally looked at you.

" Are you here to scold me or to witness my misery ? " he asks you, almost lost in his mind as his eyes focus on your lips where some vanilla fell down the spoon, he licked his own lips as he was waiting for you to answer.

" I don't know, I was going to kick your ass for forgetting me at the track then ice cream came into the party so I guess you already know what I think of what you did, right ? " You were now going to sit straight in front of him.

" I fucked up ... " he was defeated, like he lost hope and belief in him and it never happened to him before, maybe once or twice in his career but not recently, not when everyone including him knows how great of a driver he is. It's like your heart broke at the sight of him like this.

" You know that didn't mean anything, you will be better tomorrow, I know you know it too." You tried to reassure him, putting your hands on his knees, searching for his gaze, but you felt it didn't really work this time.

" No, look at the reality, I still can't do anything in this car, I don't know why, that's not them it's me and I'm scared I won't be able to deliver what I promised them" Yes you definitely never saw him like that, the team wasn't really putting pressure on him, they knew he needed time and everyone one else, if there were someone to blame here, that would be the media here, you were sure of it, Daniel isn't someone to give up, even when it hurts, he take the punch and fight back silently if he needs to, showing everyone the flame he had in him the next day. The flame wasn't here right now, you were searching for it as he finally locked eyes with you, but it was nowhere to be found. How will you be able to bring it back ?

" Daniel ... look at me " you took the ice cream tub away from his hands to put it as far on the floor as possible. Your hands find his face directly after that, taking his cheeks in your palm to force him to face you.

" You are Daniel Ricciardo, you are not done at all and you will get up and do better tomorrow, this qualification didn't mean anything even your team isn't mad about it, Daniel don't start to listen to the media again, you know they are just trying to write on blank paper because they don't have better story to feed themselves with. You are better than this and you need to believe in yourself the same way I believe in you, otherwise you might just quit then and we both know you are not a quitter. " This long motivational sentence felt more like a declaration to your friend and by the way his eyes showed a bit of sparkle, you knew you had reached him there. His eyes were focused on yours and you felt they were piercing your soul making you suddenly feel very shy, your own cheeks blushing. You didn't let go of Daniel's face, blown away by how handsome he was in this moment, so vulnerable under your touch. The new emotion you were discovering of him was drawing new lines on his beautiful face, making him even more mesmerizing. Your fingers were caressing his skin like he was the most precious thing in the world. These tired lines make him slightly older than he was but you find it charming. His eyes shut at the touch and he let a long breath he has been holding for long leave his chest. Your index finds his eyelid, touching and examining every little detail of your best friend. You never did that before with him, with anyone else for that matter and it felt so intimate yet you couldn't stop and the most important thing was that you didn't want to anyway.

His hands find yours, placing them on top of it and taking them in as he opens back his eyes, his lips brushing your fingers to kiss them as what you find to be a thankful gesture.

" You always know what to say to me, no matter what you are always here for me even when I am trying to push you away far to not hurt you " His sincerity knocked you, was he thinking that he was hurting you ?

" You didn't hurt me Daniel, what hurt me is seeing you like this and not being able to do much to make you feel better, I want to do so much for you, that might sound selfish, but just to be able to see that beautiful smile of you, I would do anything " You were entering a dangerous category here and you didn't know if it was something a friend would say in normal term. The last phrase piqued his curiosity and you saw it had his eyes change radically.

" Anything ? " Your hands were still locked in his, he was caressing your skin with his thumb until the pressure felt more firm and he brought you closer to him, making you lose balance and almost fell on his chest. It was dangerous and you like it, you never thought of him this way but the possibility of something more with him just smash open a door in your brain. You didn't know if you should let everything go as it comes or stop it right now before it's too late. Your brain couldn't think at all, not like your pounding heart in your chest.

" anything ... yes " He didn't have the time to act before you close the gap between you two and catch his lips. It was just a peck but that was enough for him to freeze, not moving an inch before he realised what was happening.

That's where his lips react on their own and kiss you back, deepening the kiss, releasing all the passion he didn't know he had for you. The texture of your lips throwing him off the edge, the vanilla taste of the ice cream still on your lips. He let go of your hands to catch your thighs, making you uncross them to straddle him and being even more close to his body. Your hands find their perfect place on the back of his neck and head, playing with the dark curls of his hair. You feel like time has stopped and all the anxiety was leaving Daniel's body, you were like a medicine to him. Healing him from all his worries, nothing matters in this instant, not the race tomorrow or the qualification that he had today or even the consequences of it, just you ... only you. It took you all the courage in you to break the kiss and make him look at you, because he didn't know why you stopped it since it was feeling so good and so right.

" Daniel ... " The words were stuck in your throat, you didn't even remember what you wanted to say as his eyes laid on you, if you didn't know him better you would have said that he was very adorable, but no he was doing his puppy face with his swallowed lips from the kiss. .You know exactly what he was trying to do and it's not the change of dynamics in your relationship that will erase his behavior when he wants something. He wanted you to write on his face, he could even try to hide it and he didn't want to, that's why his hands were now finding their way sneakily under your shirt, like you wouldn't notice.

" You need to rest, we have all the time to continue << this >> another time, but it's late and you need to rest " You were poking his chest, making him giggle. If he was asking you if you wanted to continue this, you weren't sure that you would be capable of saying no, but he gladly asked something else.

" Then, stay with me, sleep in my bed tonight, just tonight ... I don't want to be alone " Puppy eyes ... again and your heart melts ... again. How were you able to resist him before ? Since your lips touch his it was impossible now, your brain wasn't thinking and your body couldn't be in total control around him.

" Okay I will stay ... if you promise me to behave '' He lifts his hands up in the air looking like an innocent baby, mimicking with his fingers an invisible zip on his lips.

You both got in bed, you borrowed one of his shirts and decided to only wear it with your panty. You fell asleep easily in each other's arms,but it's later in the night when you turn that you felt Daniel spooning behind you, grabbing one of your breasts with one hand, the other one grabbing you by the waist to get closer. His breath in your neck, sensing your scent before leaving some butterflies to kiss. He was definitely awake and was now lifting your shirt to feel your skin. You were in a state where you weren't awake but aware of what was happening. You tried your best to hide the smile that was forming on your face but it was impossible when your new lover was making it very clear he wanted you. Slightly opening your eyes, it was still dark outside which could only mean it was too early to wake up and that you should both sleep again, especially him since he had to race tomorrow and he couldn't lose sleep even if you both wanted to explore each other's bodies for the remainder of the night. You hummed a quick moan before turning to face him, you could barely see his figure in the dark but you could imagine how he was hungrily watching you. Touching his lips with your fingers you feel his teeth biting his down lips. He was definitely leaning toward your touch like he never had someone come in physical contact with him tenderly.

" Daniel ..." was the only thing your tired voice could say before the breath you were holding released itself. " You have the race tomorrow ", you poke his chest with your finger, trying to distance yourself from his warm embrace.

" I don't care, what matters to me now is you ", he caresses your cheeks from the palm of his head before letting it hang on the side of your neck. One movement toward him and your lips would meet again.

" You don't think about the race because you are tired, and that's exactly why I've made you promise to behave", you whispered that last part, thankful the dark was hiding your cheeks burning at the idea of him and you. After what felt like an eternity, but just a couple of seconds in real silence you heard him lick his lips and he moved away from you, putting a physical distance between your two bodies like an act of resistance from him.

" You're right ... ", it wasn't sadness or disappointment in his voice, more like his inner voice of reason making an apparition in his blurry thought,blind by lust until now.

" Trust me I want you just as much, I've just find you, we are finally on the same page, and I promise you that I am fighting just as much as you right now not to touch you and have you only for me ", you rambled and he shush you just as quick as your word coming out of your mouth.

A sigh came out of his mouth and you felt him sniffing his body on the back, his eyes looking at the nonexistent ceiling in the dark. He searches your hand to tranglying your fingers together and keeps the contact between you. You soon after did the same and you were now two idiots looking at nothing, your eyes not finding anything to focus on and they shut themselves to rest.

You fell asleep like this, side by side, holding hands, frustrated to not have given to the pulsion you both had.

The brightness of the room was what woke you, it was hard to open your eyes and when you did, the light and the tiredness of your eyes blinded your vision, a tear forming on the corner of one eye was soon to be wrapped away by a finger. His finger, he was awake, sitting on the side of the bed, already ready to leave for the paddock.

" Hello beautiful ", he said and his voice could be compared to that of an angel. " I've got to run for debrief but you can stay in a bit longer if you want, I ordered breakfast for you it shouldn't be long to arrive ", he was so careful, you hadn't really clarified the relation between the two of you, but was the word couple needed when he was already being so perfect ? You knew it wasn't an act for your new dynamics because he was already like that before. He kissed you on the cheek and stood up, you were already missing him and he wasn't even gone yet.

" mmh, give me an hour and I will join you ", your sleepy voice made him smile so bright that it was competing with the sun to know which one will warm your heart the most.

" See you there ", was the last thing he said before he disappeared in the hallway, closing the door behind him.

That day he end up p9 which was a huge work from him and the team after the knock out in q1 from yesterday. You felt proud of him even if he wasn't feeling the car like his own yet. You Saw him briefly after the race, when he offered you a hug and a small kiss on the lips, a kiss that felt like a thank you for always being there for him and putting his needs before yours. Thank you for being the best friend he needed, the ears who listen to his complain and the voice of reason in his head. The person that will make him feel better no matter how down he feel. You both didn't needed words to express how last night change everything in your relationship but not so much in your friendship. You were evolving together and it was only the beginning of something beautiful that didn't need an end. A book you start reading but never end because there is no end. The only end you knew so far was the promising end of the day. He took time to whisper in your ears before leaving for his post-race interview.

Yes it was definitely an end you were looking forward to indeed.

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d-point assessment (wj)

Wonjin ; D-Point Assessment

description : wonjin caught sight of your teacher's flirtations, and decided he wanted you to himself instead

typ : lots of smut , college!au

rated : NSFW

pairing : wonjin x female!reader

warnings : oral!male receiving , face!fucking , slight mention of corruption!kink , dom!idol , sub!reader , cum!shot , slight sadism!kink , some praise , implied exhibition!kink kinda :))

author's note: I'm not sure if I like the ending, I feel like it's a bit rushed? Idk?🥺 But I haven't posted anything properly in a while so here you goooo :))

"So, what? You're fucking your teacher?"

His cool breath fanned your lips, dark eyes watching them part in a moment of weak, urgent desperation.

"N-No-" your voice captured in your throat, "you don't understand, it's not like that..."

"Do you ride his dick for better grades?" Wonjin purred.

His shadow loomed over yours, his mere presence keeping you pressed against the cold rows of brick.

"Of course not," you croaked, "I would never."

Head tilting, Wonjin's gaze met yours with an unnerving sparkle, and you cursed yourself inwardly for how easily he reduced you to someone so pathetic. You were paralysed before him. Numb, unable to fight back.

The air shifted, as Wonjin tightened the gap between your bodies. His breath was intimate against your prickled skin, so close that you were certain he'd hear the pummeling of your heart. He reached out, tracing his fingers over the collar of your jacket, adjusting it's position with a touch that felt dangerously soft. Your cheeks radiated, burned, beneath him, every limb erupting in flames as his head bowed closer.

"I'd love to see what you'd do for an A."

The words made you shiver, a kaleidoscope of butterflies swarming your stomach. It was clear from the smirk on his lips that he knew all too well the hold he had on you.

"Well?" Wonjin murmured.

"Well what?" your voice hushed, you didn't dare acknowledge the nerve-wracking statement. How could you when it made you feel things far too complex to comprehend.

"I've been stressed," he continued, lightly tugging on your collar, "can't you help me out?"

Wonjin's lips were millimeters from yours, the tempting pink flesh practically skimming your own.

You weren't stupid, or naive. He wasn't exactly being cryptic. But your head was hazy, clouded by the alluring tone of his lowered voice, distracted by his electric touch. You could barely respond.

"I-I don't..."

"Yes you do," Wonjin's jaw clenched, "don't act dumb."

"I can't," you whispered, eyes flickering beneath your lids.

He watched you melt before him, your inhibitions disappearing with every heated second that passed. It was getting harder to deny him. Harder to pull from his mouth tilting towards yours. You barely had time to think - admittedly, you didn't want to - before he was pouring a gentle kiss against your lips, tongue cuffing yours in a surprisingly sensual manner.

Cliche, it may be, but fireworks erupted. It felt far, far too good. You found your nails snatching up his hand, digging so hard you could have broke the skin. The encouragement of you pushing into the kiss made his movements significantly rougher, suddenly grasping your jaw in one palm. His thigh made it's way between yours, sounding a quiet moan from the back of your throat.

"You taste so good," he grunted, as your grip curled into his shirt, "let me see what you can do, hm?"

Breathless, Wonjin reluctantly pulled back. The expression you met was shadowy, face filled with the evidence of his lust. One look was intimidating enough, but the way he bore down onto you filled your soul with a new sense of somewhat pleasurable submission.

You were barely surprised by how little persuasion it took for him to get you on your knees. Your friends, your teachers, your fellow students: anyone could turn that corner. Anyone could see the things you were about to do for him.

But you didn't care.

Not even as you unbuttoned his jeans. Not even as you guided down the zipper. Not even as your touch began to tantalise the stiff line pushing through his boxers. You wanted nothing more, in that moment, than him.

"Such an eager little slut," Wonjin mumbled, steadily watching as you traced the imprint of his dick, before beginning to release it from the enclosing cotton. As soon as it hit the air, your skin running down his bare skin, Wonjin's head rolled back with a satisfied smile.

Sensing you seem to momentarily dither, his sharp eyes glanced down at the uncertainty clouding your features, lips twitching as though pleased by your innocence.

"Come here," Wonjin drawled, reaching down to slowly palm his cock, "open your mouth for me, angel."

It was embarrassing how quickly you did as you were told. The authority was hot. He tapped the tip a few times on your loosened tongue, wetting it with the slight remnants of saliva, before beginning to gradually push his hips towards your face. With each inch that slid in, you were forced to open wider, gagging rather abruptly as it (for the first, and last, time) met with the back of your throat. One palm was now pressed firmly against the back of your head, silently insisting you follow the steady rocking of his hips. He started slow - careful - allowing you to adjust to the new sensation, but the concern lasted only a few moments. Within a couple of thrusts, Wonjin began to pull at your hair, his cock filling your cheeks with sharp, sudden pounds. While the pace remained fairly slow, the intensity of thrusts was increasing with every motion. Each time his cock caught the back of your throat, your cheeks clenched around the thick shaft with a spluttering gag, and a low groan would immediately ring above you.

You traced each protruding vein with a curious tongue, unable to silence the pleasured whimpers brought on by the mere taste of his cock. Soon, his hips were rocking faster, messier, against your mouth, while his hand continuously and carelessly forced your head down. Eyes were watering, lips were quickly becoming swollen, and your pussy dripped wetter after every pound.

Wonjin's throat rumbled with grunts and growls of your name; like it were the only thing left on Earth, and to say it turned you on would be an understatement. You were beginning to feel his cock twitching between your hollowed cheeks, and you promptly brought your fingers up to stretch around the remaining inches unable to make it through. While your head bobbed in accordance to the pistolling of his hips, your hand shakily twisted up and down the throbbing shaft, offering a 2nd stimulant to the approaching orgasm.

Tears that rolled down your cheeks intertwined with spit dripping from your chin, Wonjin's increasingly messy and erratic thrusts utterly devouring your face.

"Good girl," he hissed, "let me see my cum fill you up."

Abruptly stilling your head nearer the base, you were forced to hold your breath as one last throb dripped gallons of warm, salty liquid into your mouth: coating your throat, your cheeks, your tongue. It spilled out past your lips, decorating your chin with his cum, before he pulled out to allow you a desperate gasp of air.

While you swallowed, and licked up, every drop, Wonjin's tired gaze lowered to watch you fall weakly back against your heels. His mouth curled up into a lazy smirk, as he crouched down before you, and reached out to pinch your jaw between a tight thumb and forefinger.

"I'll give you a B," he hummed, "next time I'll see if you deserve an A."

[marcusleesimp]

Doors Wide Open - NoRenMin Teaser

A/N: Hey everyone! I had this idea for a storyline a while back and I just wanted to put it somewhere since I’m planning on keeping the whole fanfic thing (FAR) away from my friends LMAO

Tags: bxb, love triangle, angst, fluff, considering suggestive/smut scenes, high school AU!, discovering sexuality, underage drinking, low-key some trauma, slight violence(?), the last three do not appear in this particular scene but please be cautious if you are sensitive to such topics!!

Here he was. Jeno. A student at an all-boys school and closeted as FUCK. As much as he wanted to deny it, he was crushing on one of the most popular guys in school, Na Jaemin. Gorgeous, charismatic, and utterly confident, gay Jaemin.

Cliche right?

Luckily, he knew how to hide his emotions pretty well. Not that there was anything wrong with him feeling this way, but he felt that Jaemin was way out of his league. He confidence was enough to make even the toughest upperclassmen fall for him, and the thought of having to compete for Jaemin’s hand weighed against Jeno, so he decided to keep to himself. That is, until lunch came around.

He quickly made his way into the cafeteria. To an outsider, his urgency was a bit weird and so was his reason for doing so, but lunch was the only time he got to see Jaemin at school and he didn't care what he looked like at this point. There he sat at his usual spot, surrounded by some of his older friends: Johnny Suh, Nakamoto Yuta, Ten Lee, Jeong Jaehyun, and Kim Jungwoo.

All of them were so handsome...

"Quit staring" a sharp voice called out.

Jeno jumped at the sudden command.

"I was not staring, Renjun. Get your head outta your ass."

he breathed a sigh of relief seeing the familiar face in front of him.

"Mhm, whatever you say Jen."

Renjun hummed while putting an apple on his tray. If there was anyone who could spot bs, it was Renjun. The one thing he failed to notice though was the love-stricken look plastered on Jeno's face as he daydreamed of Jaemin whenever he wasn't looking, but at the same time, maybe that was for the better.

"Seriously though Jeno, I don't know why you have such an obsession with being popular these days. It's so overrated."

Jeno rolled his eyes, this was so not about wanting to be popular, but for the sake of hiding his feelings, he went along with Renjun's narrative.

"Overrated? Don't you think it'd be cool to be invited to those parties Ten-hyung is always hosting?"

"You mean the ones littered with drunken bastards and brainless nobodies? Hard pass."

Renjun answered plainly. Parties weren't his scene. He didn't really see the appeal in socializing with a bunch of blowouts. Jeno shrugged, not caring too much about the conversation at hand.

"We're meeting at your place later though right?" he asked, changing the topic.

"When have we not? ," Renjun smiled before being cut off by the bell signaling that lunch was over, "see you later dork!" he said before heading back to class.

"Dork? Try a better line next time. I'll be there at 5!" Jeno laughed as he called out after him.

As he packed up his things, Jeno's eyes landed on a folded piece of paper left on the ground which seemed to be Renjun's. He bent down to pick it up without giving it a second thought and shoved it into his pocket before popping up and-

"Woah, careful there love! You nearly killed me!" said a honey-sweet voice.

Jeno looked up to find his one and only fruity obsession crush, Jaemin, smiling brightly at him. He felt his heart pound at the close proximity, and the smile on Jaemin's perfectly sculpted face didn't make his racing heart slow in the slightest. Who could blame him though? His smile was heavenly, his eyes were the stars, and his aura was intoxicating. But nonetheless, Jeno sucked in a breath and took on a cool composure.

"Ah, sorry"

was all he said as he patted Jaemin's shoulder nonchalantly before heading to class.

Jaemin who was still with shock watched Jeno's broad frame leave his view. No one his age had ever acted so coolly in front of him. Normally, his classmates would be too shy to approach him, and let's not even get started on those who felt they had a 'thing' for him.

It also didn't help that his older friends were pretty flawless and built guys either, it was like he had his own brand of personal bodyguards. Granted he loved them to the ends of the Earth, but he admitted to himself that they unintentionally made it a bit difficult for him to make friends his age.

"Ooh, tough guy~" Johnny cooed, breaking Jaemin from his trance.

"And cute too!" Jungwoo happily remarked as Jaemin tried to hide a smile.

"Alright, let's get you to class before you start creating those fake scenarios you're always talking about" Johnny said jokingly, placing a hand on Jaemin's back.

Little did they know, Jeno's calm exterior was a total facade and in reality he was practically dying on the inside, cursing himself for acting so weird and cold in front of Jaemin, and in front of all of his friends nonetheless.Once school ended, Jeno collected his bike from the bike racks and made his way home. Normally he'd just go straight to Renjun's, but he felt the need to take a shower considering they had to run a mile in the sweltering heat during PE today.

Meanwhile, Renjun waited for his older brother. Xiaojun often drove home from work, just to bike to Renjun's school to walk him home. The two of them were really close but Xiaojun was always busy with work and those rare bonding times were always appreciated (even if he had to walk since Renjun still didn't earn how to ride a bike.)

"Jeno's coming over later m'kay?" Renjun said while looking down and tightening the straps of his backpack.

"Ooh lover boy huh?" his brother said teasingly.

"Oh shut up" Renjun retorted, trying to suppress a smile.

"C'mon Injun, I see the way you look at him when he's over. I'm not stupid y'know?" his older brother said with a chuckle.

"Ah, did you give him the note by the way?" he suddenly remembered.

Renjun let out a defeated sigh,

"No..."

"WHAT?" Xiaojun said, abruptly coming to a stop as they pulled into their driveway.

"Jun, you literally said you were gonna do it today. Two weeks before your surgery remember?? You had a whole plan!"

His brother's voice sounded with urgency, making Renjun cower at the word 'surgery.'

"Hey, it's just a cataract calm your tits. People get eye surgery all the time. And besides, I looked up the rates of surgical failure and my odds are fine, so don't say it like I'm gonna die." he said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Pshh of course you did. Renjun, listen to me." Xiaojun said, turning to face his younger brother, "Your eyes aren't functioning properly. I don't need to remind you what happened, do I?"

To your average bystander, Xiaojun sounded like your typical nagging older brother, but the truth is, he was scared. Terrified even. His little brother would be needing surgery that could potentially make him blind for life and it would be all on his conscience considering what happened...

"SHIT!" Renjun said, ripping Xiaojun from his sentiment.

"DUDE!" he said, slapping the back of his brother's head, "What's wrong with you?"

"THE NOTE IS GONE." Renjun choked in a panicked state after triple-checking his pockets.

"Hey relax. Did you put your name on it?"

"WELL OBVIOUSLY."

"IDIOT. If you were just gonna hand it to him, why'd you sign it? He'd obviously know it was from you!" Xiaojun said ready to smack him a second time.

"I'm done for...." Renjun whispered, making Xiaojun lower his hand.

He dragged himself into the garage in misery and opened the door to their house, before stepping inside. Without another word, Renjun made his way to his room, plopping onto his bed with a groan.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid," he muttered into his pillow.

He didn't know why he felt this way about his best friend. He hated it. The butterflies he got when Jeno called him a silly nickname. Or the way they'd playfully tease each other.

He knew Jeno wasn't like that.

It made him feel so complicated inside. Why couldn't he just see Jeno as a friend? The way he saw him?

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Lover boy's here!" Xiaojun called out.

Shit. There was no way it was already 5 o'clock. Renjun checked his phone. Sure enough, it read 4:00pm. You'd think Renjun was the calm type. The only who was always organized and kept his room clean, but Renjun's chaotic actions of frantically tidying up and spraying his room with cologne said otherwise.

"Of all days to come early without warning Jeno..." he mumbled, as he went to answer the door.

"Party's hereeee!!" Jeno practically bounced his way into the Xiao-Huang household for the fifth time this week. Despite not having any classes together, Jeno always came over to work on homework with Renjun (and to hang out of course).

As he pushed past the doorway, his large frame nearly pushed against Renjun's and his natural smell of fresh linen engulfed Renjun, making him forget to speak.

Renjun opened his mouth to say something, but was of course cut off by his overly excited older brother.

"JEEEEEENOOOOOO!"

"DEJUUUUUUUUUNN!"

Ah yes, the greeting these two idiots gave each other on those rare days Xiaojun was home at this hour. Sometimes Renjun wondered if Jeno really came here for him or his brother instead.

While in mid-conversation with Xiaojun, Jeno was being dragged by Renjun towards his room. Renjun glanced back at Xiaojun, shooting him a dirty look, to which he responded with turning around and making out with the air (cause that's what brother's do).

"Eager now are we?" Jeno asked teasingly, seeing Renjun close the door behind them in frustration.

"Yeah, eager to start your homework." Jun said matter-of-factly.

"Ok listen Jun, it's only math I need help with. Other than that? I'm practically a genius." Jeno said with satisfaction while crossing his arms.

"I- totally."

"I'll prove it. Screw your ways! I'll do my math on my own today. Just watch me." Jeno rolled up his sleeves, determined to show off his undeniable skill.

After about 10 minutes Renjun heard Jeno groan in agony.

"Junnieeeeeeee" he whined.

"Hmm?"

"I... I..." Jeno began and stopped, not being able to form the words that would hurt his pride.

"You need help huh?" Renjun said, still looking down at his own schoolwork.

Jeno nodded in defeat, looking at Renjun with puppy eyes to catch his attention.

"Ugh fine" Renjun said playfully rolling his eyes as he patted the empty spot next to him.

"Yes!" Jeno said happily plopping beside Renjun on his bed.

Jeno and Renjun were always just homies, but to Jeno there was something different in this moment. Was it Renjun's stern and focused expression? Was it the way the sunlight kissed his cheeks through the small crack of the blinds? Was it because they were both on his bed? Was it because his cologne made him feel at home?

"Is staring your new hobby Jen?" Renjun said tilting his head.

Bruh. Jeno didn't even realize his eyes were glued to Renjun. He cleared his throat.

"You have a pimple." he pointed.

"WHAT? WHERE?" Renjun said on the brink of a heart attack.

"Kidding" Jeno replied with a satisfied smile.

"You little shit-"

Renjun grabbed a nearby pillow and slammed it against Jeno's smug face. Handsome yet irritating, he thought as a smile snuck onto his lips, seeing the shock on Jeno's face.

"Oh it's on!" Jeno yelled before tackling Renjun.

"Hey guys, I brought some snacks just in case-"

The view in front of Xiaojun was almost enough to make him drop the plate of fresh fruit on Renjun's carpet. His brother sprawled on his bed, while Jeno hovered above him pinning him down.

"I... Imma just leave this here..." he said while placing the plate on the floor cautiously, before backing away from the doorway.

Jeno and Renjun awkwardly looked at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

Eventually, the two boys finished their work, with the help of Renjun's nagging of course, and Jeno was set to go home. He mounted his bike as Renjun was about to send him off, but he felt like he had more to say.

"Hey um," Jeno started, "Could I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up?" Renjun said a bit nervously.

"You ever... you know, feel things towards anyone at school?" he said embarrassed.

Them being at an all-boys-school, Renjun got what he was referring to and felt his heart leap out of his chest. Jeno was the one who made him feel like that, and he didn't even know he was doing it now.

"Yeah... I get what you mean..." Renjun said quietly.

Jeno's eyes lit up, thankful that his best friend understood how he felt.

"WHEW. THANK FUCK." he breathed in a hefty sigh of relief, "ah, also," Jeno rummaged through his pockets, "pretty sure this is yours," he held out his palm with the folded piece of paper he picked up at lunch sitting there.

Renjun froze at the sight of the familiar white paper which held his deepest and most coveted secret. Jeno gently slide his hand onto Renjun's wrist, pressing the note into his empty hand before flashing him with his signature charming smile and speeding off home on his bike.

Renjun watched him, still frozen in place. He knows. There was no doubt about it. There was no way he didn't read it and ask that question so out of the blue. Jeno knows. Renjun's heart beat faster. But did he feel the same way?

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acacia.

dialogue prompt #1: “Is this illegal?”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: f2l, fluff

word count: 1,590

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing

summary: jungkook is in love with his best friend who would date anybody but him

a/n: these are meant to be for writing practice. feedback is greatly appreciated. it's really short but I hope you like this!! prompt is inspired from pinterest.

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“Is this illegal?”

Jungkook realises you are dumb, especially with all that alcohol from the party, or more so even without it. 

He takes a sip of his beer and tries to construct a safe sentence which won't come out as rude.

“Bitch”. Well he tried. “You want to rob someone? That too his Balenciaga jacket? ”

You are referring to Namjoon who is busy chatting up girls with his dimples and loads of knowledge, for which he is mostly known. Redefining sexy or something on that line. 

He was hosting this party for reasons you don't remember now anyways, it has something to do with his never ending list of achievements. And he basically invites most of the population of college. I mean free drinks so, whatever. 

“I'm cold Kook, and his jacket looks so warm. He didn't give it when I asked him politely, so let's steal it”, you slur, shifting your body weight around enough to not have your face planted on the floor. 

“You asked him? ”, he squeaks. “You can have mine”, he is removing his denim jacket in the next second, with a look of amuse of course and drapes it over your shoulder, “feeling better?”

“Yes!”, you begin to chime, “It smells like you too!”

Jungkook’s cheeks warm up instinctively. Though sometimes you are a pain in the ass, especially drunk, he had never complained about it. He shoots death glares and unpleasant nose scrunches of course, but nothing more. He'd been your friend for so long, so he should've been used to the random appreciation you give him. He should be immune to your flirty laughs, the way you look absolutely endearing with his hoodie on your small frame and definitely not clench his fist in jealousy when you go out for dates. 

Probably a very cliche best friend in one-sided love story, but he feels so much more complications than that. He was going to confess ages ago, but since you are dumb as I said, would jump around random guys, scare them off with your mouth and wonder why you are single. 

At times he wants to blow a punch to his face, like now, for being so crazy about his best friend, and being limited to only give you some sort of bro love until it's alas the final year of college and he completely misses the chance when you go to Paris for career. 

“Talk something Kookie”, you bump shoulders together to catch the boy's attention who is in deep thought. He was indulgent in walking you to your dorm, and it reaches by ten minutes, and he really just want to fucking kiss you before you go, but he can't. 

He faces you when you rest your face on his shoulder. “What are you thinking about hm?”, you ask. 

“Nothing”. Liar. 

“Well then I have something to say”, you remove your face and gaze on the ground, feeling a little sad already. 

For a second he is hopeful and he doesn't know why. “What about?”

“Yesterday’s date”. Ouch. But as always he is trying his best, “Oh totally forgot about it. How did it go? Any luck? ”

“He stood me up. That asshole didn't even show up. I guess he just wanted sex”, you kick a pebble out of frustration while Jungkook wants to kick his face. It breaks him that he doesn't stand a chance to show you how much you can be loved. That you are more than the body all boys crave and go. 

This time he kicks a pebble, and it jumps fairly up to land on some car’s window. 

“Careful”, you chuckle, “I don't have money for concession”.

“Y/n, why don't you understand when I say someone is playing you? I always warn you, but you choose to do your bullshit anyway”. He is aggressive, but he's just sad; broken. And even though you get it, it sets you off. 

“I am trying to find my soul mate”.

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh out loud, he thinks you are so innocent, so naive to let people run you over because of how soft your heart is. He even bends a little to catch his knees to support himself. 

“What?”, you scoff, crossing your hands across the chest. 

“You want to go on a date?”, he asks. And it takes him off guard too, more than you. But he seemed confident for the first time. Probably because the sober you doesn't remember the drunk you even in the slightest, or perhaps he thinks it'll go right. 

“Date?”, you repeat, “With you?”

“Yeah”

“Like… right now?”

“Yes”, he puts out his hand, waiting for you to join hands. 

What's the worst thing that's going to happen anyways? It's Jungkook, that one person who would give his life to protect you. 

He doesn't say anything for the rest of the walk. It's a bit rushed because he can't simply wait. A whole thunderstorm is rushing inside his veins and he wants to make everything about this just perfect. So perfect that you forget about every date you have ever been too. 

This is surely not the best date he had planned if he ever took you out, but it sounds alright on his mind and wishes it does the same on yours too. 

After a stroll, you're waiting for Jungkook behind some rented building. He returns with a ladder; enough to make it to the first floor. 

He makes sure to stand behind you and assure your safety. The rest of the way up was stairs, several tiring floors and heavy breath. 

He observes your face forms an ‘O’ out of surprise. 

At the rooftop of this building sits the most beautiful view of the city and thankfully starry sky to make things better. 

It's Jungkook’s self-reflection space to be exact. There were things he shared with you of course, you were each other's shoulder to cry on, but ever since he caught feelings for you, he is just afraid he'll end up ranting into a sudden confession and ruin the friendship. 

So he found other ways to cope. You however were convinced that it was some sort of “change” over time. Everyone changes and you believed it was just something of that sorts. 

“It's so beautiful! ”, you grin, “How come you never bring me here you meanie! ”, you smack his arm as you sit down on the ground beside him. 

“I was going too! ”, he fights back,  rubbing his arm. 

“This is a perfect date”, you begin after some moment of silence, “how come you don't go for relationships!? Girls will be so happy to be treated this way! ”

The first part of the sentence makes his chest warm out of pride, but it collapses to where it was before as you end. 

He just knows you'll never know how he feels unless he just says it, without beating around the bush. 

He doesn't say anything and instead gets up to take two cans of beer he had hid somewhere. You are way past your alcohol limit and acting knowingly for once, you reject. 

He opens his and chugs down half of it in one go. 

“Woah… hey Kookie you alright? ”, he flinches when your palm presses against his shoulder. 

“I want to kiss you really bad”.

Bad line of start. 

Your cheeks burn and turn vibrant shades of scarlet, expecting anything but that. But the more you continue to look at him, the more ethereal he looks; attractive, and someone definitely not deserving of petty friend zoning. 

He feels a pair of lips on his cheeks, startling him. He turns around to see your face breathtakingly close. 

He is really slow, studying every clue you give, once he is certain he is doing this with consent, he places both of his palms on your cheek and leans in. 

Jungkook wants to pinch himself because he thinks he is sleeping and it's just another one of his blissful day dreams. But when you nibble on his bottom lip, he thinks maybe not. You are really here, hands on his hair and kissing him. He holds your head more firmly as he begins to dominate the kiss, ambitious to let you know what he had been thinking about you for the past several years. 

His lips are flushed and glossy when you break off of him, but hands still on his body, on his shoulder, taking your time to catch your breath. 

“Y/n...I hope it's clear now. I like you. Like… . I really like you. And it had been killing me for years whenever I see you going behind other guys, sleeping with them just because they agree to take you on a date. Please Y/n, will you give me a…chance”.

Since the author had enough of Y/n’s dumbness as well, the story continues with Y/n accepting him, realising how blind she was. 

You feel already intoxicated by his lips so you give it a peck and hug him, “Yes Koo. And I'm sorry, for all this, and thank you so much for this date, I am looking forward to our second one”, you beam. 

He finds it cute how you think soulmates exist. He doesn't know about all that. He just knows you can make him happy and every heartbreak for you was worth it. So he smiles and nods, nothing conveyed after, until he takes you back to your dorm and kisses you one last time for the day. 

Thank you so much for reading!!

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Haunting Sour Notes

Denki Kaminari's Timeline | 172732014

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"Why won't you tell me?" questioned Kaminari, following you around his apartment while you paced with heavy steps. "You've been showing signs lately."

"Signs?" you retorted with a derogatory smirk. "Me being scared of storms is a sign?"

"No, I mean, Mon Ange-"

"Kaminari," you interrupted, your tone stern. "I messed up yesterday. Tell that to the Head Agent."

He watched as you slumped onto one of his armchairs in the large space, looking away from him while you stared out from one of the large windows overlooking part of Endor Docks. The morning was calm while you slept, but as soon as you woke, he found you distant almost immediately. You refused to say a word, not a peep, as if you were still mute.

And then, this argument, empty of reason.

"I'm going to report all that I know from last night," explained Kaminari, soft and calm. "And I know you didn't mess up, but you have to tell me these things about you. Things that I still have no clue about."

"It's better you didn't know," you replied, still with your eyes away from his.

"Why? I can't help you if you keep blocking me out."

"Then take me back to the Commission. Put me under arrest. What good am I if I'm not helping your case?"

"You're a good person, I know you are!" yelled Kaminari in retaliation, his frustration growing.

"How do you know?"

"You took that blow for me back when we first met. Not any villain would do that. You may have your reasons, but that shows me that you are willing to put yourself on the line when it counts. And here I am, trying to understand you outside of the fame and the secrecy, and you-" Kaminari stopped himself, holding his tongue while he stared at your upsetment, seeing the glint of tears that forced their way in the corner of your angry eyes. He could see you holding back before he was about to spill, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.

"You told me back at that golf range-"

"Putt-putt."

"- that you wanted to make amends. Why won't you let me help you do that?"

You looked into Kaminari's eyes, filled with confusion and anger while the frustration in his voice was evident. Of course, anyone who would be treated this way would have every right to feel these waves of emotions, but this was your life. A life shouldered with the haunting memories of your actions, and of the people you surrounded yourself with. At the time, you thought nothing of it, but now, these memories were not even worthy for someone like Kaminari to hear.

"They're not yours to shoulder," you answered. "And I'm more afraid of you getting involved further in the matter."

"What do you mean? I'm already involved," explained Kaminari. "I know enough to understand that you're trying to stop the Front, and that this General is someone to be feared."

"But you don't know the implications of knowing her. I don't want you to get hurt."

"So, it's a she?" he asked, only earning an exasperated sigh from you.

"I've said too much," you mumbled under your breath, turning your eye away from him once more. You held back the tears that you felt pricked your eyes, spotting the murkiness cloud your vision a little. You rubbed your eyes in an attempt to rid them, but they only continued to spill.

Kaminari hesitated with his next few thoughts, eyeing your expression and the cross look on your face.

"Speaking of which, aside from all of this, there was something else that bothered me," he started, keeping an eye on your reaction. "Last night, you wouldn't say a word. Or, you couldn't. Can you tell me what that was about?"

You bit your lip, hoping the sharp pain would hold off the tears that spilled from your eyes. Every word he spoke felt like a knife in your chest. You recalled last night, almost vividly, innocently writing those words in paper. The fear returned, like it did long ago. You turned your eye away from Kaminari knowing that the overwhelming sadness rippled under your skin.

"Are you sick?" He asked.

"Non" you whispered.

"But last night-"

"Forget last night. I was a kid, I didn't know any better."

"That's not true."

"Will you stop?" You turned to face him, your eyes cross and your anger now swelling inside, replacing the pain and guilt. "Stop the questions."

Kaminari stared into your eyes, fueled by hurt and anger as if he had done an injustice. Confused by your sudden outburst, he slowly approached you, his hand out to reach yours until you violently pulled it away.

"Just go," you ordered. "Leave me under house arrest and go do your job." You turned your back on him, your eyes now staring out towards the docks, watching boats in the distance.

Kaminari said nothing. You heard nothing before the sound of footsteps made their way towards the sliding front door, shutting in the empty apartment. You held onto your arms, trying to comfort yourself before you sank into one of his chairs, head on your lap, silently weeping.

Kaminari made his way to his car, seating himself in the driver's seat before he turned the ignition. He was silent, still processing your reaction and how distressed you were with him. He sighed heavily in exasperation, recalling his treatment of the situation beforehand when he slammed his palms into his driving wheel.

"Dammit," he cursed under his breath.

RING

"Hello?"

"Hey Kaminari, catch you at a bad time?" Asked Sero on the other line.

Kaminari eyed his front door, still his mind on you. "No, was about to head to the Public Hero Commission building."

"I need to talk with you about a few things first. Meet me in the city's park in half an hour?"

Kaminari thought about his request for a moment. He hadn't heard anything from Sero since the mission last night, recalling his sudden leave of absence. Perhaps something had happened during all the mania. Maybe another clue in this mess of a situation.

"I can be there in twenty if you can," advised Kaminari.

"No rush man, but yeah, gotta talk."

Kaminari pulled his car out before taking it off from the docks, heading straight into Musatafu. If he wasn't going to get to the bottom of this one way, he hoped he could find success through other means instead, even if that meant not involving you in the process.

Besides, there was a lot he and Sero needed to talk about, he thought.

——

Hours had passed since the argument and you had filled your time reading books for who knew how many rounds you had given them the light of day. However, none of them took your thoughts away from Kaminari's concern. Yes, you lashed out violently at any mention of your past - a thing you had tried to bury many times before, and thought had succeeded. Yet the events of last night, of your fears, your illness, your childish reactions to everything Kaminari was able, it felt hurtful.

The guilt returned knowing of your spiteful tone. And yet you heard nothing from Kaminari. He only left you alone. The thought of this morning replayed in your mind like a broken record, as cliche as it felt. It only made that knife sink deeper in your chest, one made by your own doing.

You knew Kaminari was right, that you had to tell him one day why you did what you did, with the secrets, the charade, and your insistent need to run away. The pain of knowing how many souls you had harmed along the way seared in your mind, like a branding that had scarred the very nature of your life. You were a thing, a tool to be weaponized, even so that whatever goals and purposes you thought were true, were now a stain.

This bodyguard business wouldn't last forever. The Commission would have their way eventually, leaving you with nothing left. Leaving the warmth and comfort of Kaminari's hospitality, patience, and determination, despite his almost goofy and dorky disposition.

Sunlight had now passed over the docks, casting a small shadow along Kaminari's apartment. The skylight itself created a spotlight of the sun's rays in the centre of his lounge. Everyday you've stayed here, you would often stand in the centre of the skylight, pretending it to be centre stage, twirling in its radiance. However, it burned your eyes today, still sore from the tears that sprung after Kaminari had left.

A moment of clarity cleared your mind, as painful as it felt, before coming to the conclusion you needed for yourself and for the sake of Kaminari; a man who had offered you a home despite it being under the Commission's jurisdiction; a man who had only accepted you for who you were, regardless of the actions you had taken in your dreadful past.

A man who comforted you, who tried every means to understand you.

"Sorry, roi de la fee," you whispered to yourself, swimming in your head from all of the painful thoughts-

SMASH

Glass shattered onto your skin while your arms shielded you from the shards that sprayed from the windows. It happened all so sudden, immediately taking to your feet to flee from the now destroyed windowpane. Outside on the docks, a group of men stomped into the apartment, rushing towards you with open hands.

"Grab them!" Yelled one before you felt their hands clutch onto your clothes and skin, grabbing hold of you while they slowly dragged you outside, fighting against your resistance.

"Let go of me!" You yelled, slapping one in the face, while kicking furiously in the air.

"Quickly before someone spots us!"

Amongst the chaos, you pulled against their strength, your flailing limbs swinging violently in the air hoping they would hit anyone nearby. Mid-swing in your violent resistance, you elbowed your assailant in the gut, enough that winded him to release you from his hold. You didn't think, you just ran, scrambling back into the apartment while being chased by the men behind you. You huffed and panicked, pushing any large object in their way to slow them down, whether it were chairs, lamps, or anything of the sort. You only had eyes for the front sliding doors, crashing into it before you pulled against its weight to slide it open.

The spill of the sunlight caught your eye first, blinding your already sore eyes from your tears until a silhouette painted against it, blocking your exit. The height caught you off guard until you recognized the man's long top hat and soon his mask once your eyes adjusted to the light.

"Long time no see, Sirene," he cooed playfully before a glint of something caught your eye in his fingers. You heard the smirk in his voice, turning around to flee from him. But as if time had slowed, you felt your body pull into a void, sucked into the familiar glass marble before you crashed into its glass surface.

"Let me go!" You yelled, your voice bouncing off from the walls, slamming your fists against the thick panes. "Laisse-moi sortir!"

The large shadows skewed by the glass shifted every so often while you felt the inertia of Compress' movements holding onto the marble you now resided in.

"So Dabi's little pet was right after all," he commented, his voice loud yet muffled by the glass. "I should congratulate them on their deduction skills. It's not often we find defectors."

You still slammed your fist fervently against the glass, hoping that you could break through, though you knew it was futile to try.

"Ne me ramène pas!"

Your cries were ignored when it suddenly went dark. Surrounded by the black, the sound of shifting and crunching glass echoed loudly before the rumble of a car's ignition reverberated through the glass space.

You felt truly lost.

How did they find you? What went wrong? In the dark all of these questions found their way to your head, recalling the few times you had carefully managed to keep yourself under wraps. Hiding in plain sight, behind a moniker and a pre-generated face. Making use of the fame to counter every move the Paranormal Liberation Front would possibly be able to exploit. Yet in turn, you exploited others in order to right your wrongs.

And then, there was Kaminari. The few times he had been warm and welcoming. The times he had shown his vulnerability, and his strength. The times he had trusted in you by sharing a part of his life with his friends, all Pro-Heroes to a degree. Everything about Kaminari was like a home, now only realizing this in the dark.

You felt your tears return, trapped wherever Compress had held you captive. The car ride was a one way trip, back to your past, back to the Front, back to the cold table where the General would examine you again, and again, and again.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Please forgive me, Kaminari."

——

Kaminari stood by his warehouse apartment, staring blankly at the shattered glass and rummaged furniture inside. Police tape surrounded the building while crime scene investigators carefully traversed through the mess, numbering evidence after evidence of the now labeled crime scene.

His meeting with Sero was more a cross-reference of notes on a few topics of discussion - Sero's current predicament with the thief as well as his encounter with Seek, at least before either of them would report it to their agencies and the Commission. However, Kaminari's eyes loosely scanned the floor, eyeing the fallen armchair, the glass and the open front door on the other side across the way, but you were nowhere to be found.

"I'm sorry dude," slowly spoke Sero, eyeing Kaminari sadly and unsure what else to say.

"No, don't say that," he retorted with a shaky voice. "This is my responsibility. I should've put the anklet back on. I didn't think." He stared into the apartment, spotting the device still sitting on the corner of his kitchen counter inside. His body trembled with anger and regret, holding back tears of his own while he recollected the argument this morning.

"Chargebolt, thank you for your cooperation in this matter," spoke a fellow agent, her voice calming. "I'm sorry about-"

"No, what have you found?" Interrupted Kaminari, his eyes straining from spilling tears.

"We've retrieved your surveillance footage for what it was able to capture and came across this during the invasion." The agent held a pad, its screen revealing the front end of Kaminari's apartment while the event played. He watched you run through the floor towards the front door, disappearing out of frame until moments after a familiar silhouette appeared, his top hat clearly recognizable.

"Wait a minute! That's Mr. Compress," he exclaimed, grabbing the pad from the agent, glaring at the screen.

"When did you ever have a surveillance system installed?" Questioned Sero beside him.

"We arranged it when we hired him for his services," answered the agent. "It was... precautionary."

"Right."

"How did the Front find out about this?" Questioned Kaminari, his voice shocked.

"We're trying to determine that now," immediately replied the agent, taking the pad back from Kaminari. "But it would be worth noting that we also spotted this onscreen as well." Taken back by the agent's words, she rewound the digital footage on screen, playing through the end of Kaminari's argument up until the moment the anklet began blinking a light. "Someone switched on the anklet's tracker."

A silence was shared between Kaminari and the agent, however Sero looked between the two, confused on what revelation occurred amidst the conversation. "What's so strange about that?" He asked. "Kaminari would've wanted to know where they were."

"I didn't turn it on," explained Kaminari. "Because that mechanism doesn't work unless the anklet was already attached to the person in question. Why would I turn a tracker on if it wasn't on their ankle?"

A multitude of thoughts ran through his head, his eyes darting while he mulled over possible reasons before-

"Who else knows?" he asked, his eyes stern while he stared at the agent.

"Um... only the three of us," she replied, a little taken back by his forwardness.

"Good, keep it that way. This may be an internal affair. I want you only to report to me about this and no one else, got it?"

"But sir, I can't-"

"Please, just trust me," reasoned Kaminari. "If Red Riot and Persona trust your judgement, then I do too." He held his golden gaze on the agent before she nodded, taking the pad and leaving to continue the investigation. His thoughts mingled about, hoping it wasn't the worst case scenario that he imagined in his head. By instinct, he reached for his phone, searching on speed-dial to immediately bring it to his ear.

"Wait, who're you calling?" Asked Sero, slightly anxious of Kaminari's sudden burst of energy.

"Shinsou, we need to speak with his partner about this. They've been following that guy's trail this whole time, right?" explained Kaminari, still waiting.

"Yeah, but how is that going to help?"

To be frank, Kaminari didn't know how to answer that question, but his anger needed to be redirected somehow. He felt the guilt weigh heavily on his shoulders, imagining all of the scenarios that could have played out if only he had made these seemingly available decisions. But time was now against him.

"What is it, Kaminari?" spoke an exhausted tone on the other line.

"Shinsou, we need to meet up. Sero and I have some information that may be important to your case," explained Kaminari over the phone call, his eyes on Sero only to notice his reaction, slightly fervent to quiet Kaminari's request.

"Really? Which one? I've got my hands full with the Tartarus case, and Kitten..." Shinsou's voice trailed at the thought, leaving the phone silent in Kaminari's ear. "Is it about that guy?"

"Yeah, it's about that guy last night," confirmed Kaminari, his eyes still on Sero who had now resigned to Kaminari's actions. "But something else has come up. I'm sure you're going to have a field day with this."

[inkykeiji]

I got a lump in my troath when they had the argument. They way he compared how reader treated him to how they treated Tomura got my heart aching.

I love how you write their toxic relationships and that at they same time, it's not too cliche, not like the wattpad ones that I've grew up reading. They feel mature and real.

Dabi's jealous and fucking other people while thinking about reader was quite heartbreaking.

I forgot about Tomura for a moment 😂😂😂

I wish he was a little tougher with Dabi, he seems to have a soft spot for him. He's the boss and still he didn't do anything even when he certainly knows about reader x dabi "relationship". But, I'm curious about their last dialogue and see what will happen.

Your characters are so cool! And unique.

I loved to see reader acting up, even if they were on drugs, and Tomura being surprised. I hate when reader is extremely submissive even in a toxic relationship, to the point they let anyone do whatever they want with them.

I'm proud of you for posting, and trust me, it's just as good as the first part. I love your writing, how you describe Dabi, and your delicate descripitions. Don't feel pressure to update it, do whenever you wish, we'll patiently wait Clari.

Sending warm hugs 💛✨

eeee hi bb!!! thank you so much <33 throwing my response under a cut bc it’s long!!

aaah i’m glad to hear it had an emotional effect on you!!!!!!!! that fight is very,,, idk i’m not even sure how to describe it exactly, just that i wanted it to hit very hard, and i know that if anyone said those lines of dialogue to me i’d be sobbing in a heap on the floor :(

oh thank you!!! characters + relationships between characters are my favourite things to write, so anytime someone compliments me on that i get all giddy 🥰🥰

that’s actually the scene i want to rewrite the most (dabi fucking other people). i know i can do better than what i posted and i know that lil scene has so much untapped potential so i’d like to go back and revise it quite heavily soon!! it is a heartbreaking concept tho :((

tbh right now tomura’s coping by simply ignoring it all. he doesn’t want to think about it (yet) and is kind of in denial that something’s budding there, and that’s why he hasn’t come down harder on dabi yet. the next part will actually focus on tomura + his feelings quite a bit!! and then this is all on top of taking over a massive corporation, which is extremely stressful but provides a very good and much needed distraction (for now!)

aaaah thank you so much!! <33 it was so much fun to write that scene, it’s so *dramatic* ehehehe but tbh yeah i like readers that are mostly Babie™️ with a bit of flair/brattiness to them. this reader definitely has more of a backbone than touya-nii’s reader, tho!

aw sweetpea thank you so, so much <33333 you’re so incredibly kind to me and i appreciate it more than i could ever tell you 🥺 sending tons of warm hugs back!!! <33

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Sekhmet: like Leo and a bit of River and Ryan Philippe in Cruel Intentions Sekhmet: 🥰🥰🥰 Hathor: love of your life material Sekhmet: definitely Sekhmet: he's a trader in the city and his apartment is 😱😱😱 Hathor: what's the age range this time? Sekhmet: he's only 26, it's mad how successful he is already Hathor: he sounds like the full 🎟 Hathor: any catch? Sekhmet: only technically Hathor: technically he's a 🤖? Sekhmet: ha, he totally has the stamina of one Sekhmet: he can keep up with me, almost 😉 Hathor: 👌🏽 he's perfect Hathor: fucking hell Sekhmet: no need to be jealous when you're 🥰 yourself Sekhmet: what does he look like? Hathor: Tall enough Hathor: more like a 🥊 than a 👼🏻 Sekhmet: you really do wanna do great grandpa Sekhmet: jk, he sounds so you Hathor: he does work for the main brewery that supplies us, maybe I do Hathor: Jesus Christ Sekhmet: 😂😬 processing that Sekhmet: not really though, every boy I've ever dated has been like dad, it's unavoidable tbh 💁 Hathor: in our postcode nobody's trying very hard to be anything else Hathor: 💰💳💎🍾 Sekhmet: why would they? Hathor: they wouldn't and they aren't, it'd be terrifying for any of those boys to step out Sekhmet: 🙄 you aren't going to throw yourself down a ladder when you're at the top, babe Hathor: wouldn't kill them to give other people a hand up though, they just act like it Sekhmet: 🥱 when's your deadline? Hathor: my work's done Sekhmet: then button it, loser Sekhmet: you wanna eat out on this nice rich boy's 💳 Hathor: ETA of 15 on getting to you Hathor: you best 🚿 Sekhmet: way ahead of you 🛀 Sekhmet: door's unlocked, our breakfast will hopefully be on the table when you get here Sekhmet: love ubereats Hathor: 🙌🏽 Sekhmet: you can bring it through, the view in this bathroom is immense Sekhmet: thought getting the driver to bring it to the tub was unlikely Hathor: he probably would but it's unlikely I'd recover from walking in on it Sekhmet: 😘 Sekhmet: do fuck with an asian boy Hathor: you don't know he will be Hathor: might not even be a lad Hathor: but if it is, guarantee they'll send the most unexpected one Sekhmet: it usually is, your stereotypes be damned Hathor: what are you gonna bet? Sekhmet: the Belgian 🧇s Hathor: you're on Sekhmet: sometimes you shock me with how green you are, Hath Hathor: back to putting disrespect on me, what a nice truce while it lasted, like Sekhmet: I mean, you know I can see the driver on my app, babe Sekhmet: no points for guessing where Hassan is from Sekhmet: you can have the 🧇s anyway Hathor: you know I can read your thoughts, the playing field is level Hathor: and anyway I like green, that's my boy's eye colour Sekhmet: been gazing into them longingly across the bar have we🤭 Hathor: maybe Sekhmet: so cute Sekhmet: hope this one doesn't have a fiancee Sekhmet: or a maid who thinks we've broken in Hathor: if he does he better break that eye contact with me Sekhmet: I meant Mr Black Card, don't worry Sekhmet: he's a student, yeah? he won't be Hathor: he's only got a year on us, I don't predict an engagement Sekhmet: yeah, doubt it Hathor: outside of our family people aren't usually that extra Sekhmet: some of the asian internationals are but they usually cheat if their intended ain't here yet so Hathor: Yeah Sekhmet: what even does an engagement mean anyway Sekhmet: not much, right Hathor: a flash 💍 Hathor: what's my course teaching me if I don't know the statistics on how often a wedding follows? Hathor: shows how outdated it is Sekhmet: he gives me that anyway Hathor: I'd take a phone number and be happy with it for now Hathor: but it's probably the party and that whole flex too, right? Sekhmet: the dress Sekhmet: but it's irrelevant if it doesn't happen, like you said Hathor: 🎁🎁 even if it doesn't if people bring them for the engagement as well, but you're not going short of any Sekhmet: right Sekhmet: 😥 if you need a wedding for attention Hathor: Jay's birth mum QUAKING Sekhmet: omg I bet that's EXACTLY what his fiancee is like Hathor: does he ever speak about her? Sekhmet: obviously not Sekhmet: but she must never come up from wherever they're from because I'm like ALWAYS over so Hathor: maybe she doesn't know about this place Hathor: old school Sekhmet: Who knows Sekhmet: can't be my problem Hathor: Yours is the day you've missed, like Hathor: what's the assignment? Sekhmet: design some sportswear line Sekhmet: got to get the sketches in by 5, but all I ordered for me was a shit ton of coffee, it'll be fine Hathor: more productive if I stay or go? Sekhmet: you've already missed your date, you may as well stay Hathor: okay Hathor: am the sportier one Sekhmet: how are you 😂 Hathor: ⚽⛹🏽🚴🏽🥊 Hathor: why dad loves me more than you Sekhmet: now I know you're talking nonsense 😏 Hathor: True, he loves Vee and she never gets off her chaise Sekhmet: and she doesn't even love him back Hathor: poor dad Sekhmet: yeah Hathor: what time's dinner with him? Sekhmet: I'll ask him when he wants to go Hathor: about to come up, so whatever you were planning for Hassan, this is me Sekhmet: regrettably noted