#then who's to say others can't do the same to his friends?

[taskforce420]

the other woman. simon 'ghost' riley.

unbeknownst to most, simon riley can be a stubborn and blind man. which is why he can- irritate you sometimes.

you and simon had been together for just over a year, everything was going well- a couple hiccups here and there, but nothing serious- that was until a new nurse had arrived at the base. naomi, her name was, she was a sweet girl, a freckled red head, with a confident attitude. sure, she was a good nurse, always lending a hand whenever someone needed it, but she was a barrack bunny. always willing to get a quick shag in with a soldier whenever possible. you never cared about her actions, that was until you noticed simon had been leaving your room every couple of nights to go out with her.

sure, he never lied, he never hid it, but he didn't realise how badly it effected you, he didn't realise he was falling right into her trap.

"'aye sweetheart, going out with naomi t'night. that ok?" simon spoke, walking towards you, pulling a shirt over his head. he smiled beneath his balaclava as he saw you sat on the bed, concentrating deeply on the book that rested in your lap.

you sighed to yourself, you tried to figure out how to bring up the topic of him and the nurse without making it awkward and coming across as if you were angry at him.

closing the book, you leaned forward towards him. "si, do you have to go tonight?" he stopped in his tracks as he looked over at you, studying your face. he was confused.

what's wrong with going out with naomi? its just a bar..shes just a friend.

"well..i don't have to, but id like to..what's wrong with her?" you couldn't believe he didn't know naomi's intentions. for an observant man, he had absolutely no idea, maybe its because he only has eyes for you; he doesn't pay attention to other women. only seeing them as friends.

you played with the corners of the book you were reading. "baby, i don't...appreciate you goin' out with her. you know what she's like, simon." he stopped what he's doing, looking at you for a moment. completely dumbfounded.

"aye?" is all he said. he sat down on the edge of the bed, looking into those eyes he fell so in love with. "i don't understand" no shit

you put your book down and sat up completely, able to talk to him properly. "for a man who has- how many years in the army- you can't see that a woman is trying to get into your pants? naomi is known for sleeping around, soap told me everything, and she's trying to do the same with you"

he stayed silent for a lot longer than what you expected.

"oh."

he spoke, before taking his phone out of his pocket and what looked like- searching for naomi's contact. you watched with furrowed brows, that's all he can say? oh?

new nurse -> edit profile -> block -> delete number

your mouth fell slightly agape as he completely removed naomi from his phone within in an instant, he chucked his phone back on the side and turned to you. he felt horrible, how dare he make his woman feel like that. he loved you so dearly, there was no need for another woman to enter his life. he had you and laswell, and as far as he was concerned that's all he needed.

"so, what do you want for dinner?" he said, removing his slightly fancier clothes and balaclava, which he is more then happy to remove in front of you. the smile that crept its way onto your lips was unbelievable, you let out a small giggle and replied softly with a,

"you.."

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Sometimes you get an A you think you don't deserve and a D+ you absolutely do deserve.

Sometimes you get all the points for the essay question because you answered all the end of section questions for that chapter, and sometimes you get half points for an essay question because you definitely fucked off on two sections because you just didn't wanna do it.

Sometimes you write the essay, and the teacher thinks it doesn't meet the theme, but then you read it aloud because that's part of the assignment, and when you're done, the teacher (the known hardass) says, "You know, I thought your essay didn't meet the theme, but hearing you read it, I've changed my mind."

Sometimes you get a zero because you absolutely forgot to do an assignment, and the teacher knows you get off easy with every other teacher because you're a gifted kid, and looks you in the eye and says, "I know you could write a great paper, and I could agree to let you and just take off ten percent, but you also said the only reason you didn't do it was because you forgot, so I'm not going to let you make it up. You're nearly an adult (sophomore in high school), so I'm going to treat you like it." and that actually becomes a foundational and important moment in your academic life because, finally, a teacher who will put your feet to the fucking fire and not let you coast.

Sometimes you get accused of plagiarism because the teacher can't believe you write so well, and you have to send him to your journalism advisor who takes one look and goes, "Yeah, that's them." And then years later you find out that teacher held a grudge against you for being an overt liberal in his class to the point of telling a friend of yours the year after you, "I put up with this with Gayle. You really think I'm going to put up with you doing it?" (Friend replied, "I didn't ask if you'd put up with it." based), and while that's not the same as learning enough to do something with it, it sure did show me what an ass that guy was.

The point is, when you write it yourself, a lot of different stuff can happen. Maybe it's good. Maybe it's bad. Maybe it's not memorable. But something happens because you made an effort. And that's important. That's how you learn. That's how you grow. That's how you figure out who you are. By doing things with real intent and effort and seeing what happens after. Maybe you'll always get a C+ on your science papers because you don't find them that interesting to write. But maybe you'll end up loving some section of science and getting an A on a science paper for the first time, and maybe that's what gets you into science as a whole.

When you don't even write your own fucking papers, you do yourself a great disservice in finding out what you do and don't enjoy and you remove the option of learning by doing that you actually are very interested in a small aspect of something you'd never considered all that interesting before.

"what did students do before chatgpt?" well one time i forgot i had a history essay due at my 10am class the morning of so over the course of my 30 minute bus ride to school i awkwardly used by backpack as a desk, sped wrote the essay, and got an A on it.

six months later i re-read the essay prior to the final exam, went 'ohhhh yeah i remember this', got a question on that topic, and aced it.

point being that actually doing the work is how you learn the material and internalize it. ChatGPT can give you a short cut but you won't build you the the muscles.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Start A New

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x F!Reader

Summary: In a tragic car accident, Jack loses his wife, who was your best friend, and you lose your husband, the father of your child. Now both of you navigate life together and co-parenting your daughter, Evelyn, while also trying to figure out your feelings for each other.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who loved the first part! Now here's that happy ending you all wanted...

Undeserving (aka Part 1) | The Pitt Masterlist

Jack tried to get some rest. He really tried, but he kept going over his argument with you. Did you really not see how much he loves you and Evie? Do you really not know how heartbroken he'd be if you left?

He sighs and checks the time on his bedside. It's almost noon and Evie usually takes a nap around this time. It might be a good time for him to talk to you again so Evie doesn't see if things get heated.

He kicks off his blankets and drags himself out of bed. He exits his room and heads to the kitchen. You're there again, looking at your laptop. He hopes you're not looking at apartments again, but it's likely.

"Can we talk?"

"You should be sleeping."

"I can't. My mind is going all over the place," he takes up the empty chair beside you. He glances at your screen and, sure enough, you were looking at apartments.

He rests his arms on the dining table, "Please, don't leave," he says in a broken, pleading tone.

You fully face him, "Jack, I love you. I really do, but...I feel bad. You were my Anna's husband. She was my best friend. The one she was supposed to grow old with. I feel guilty that she's not here, that you and her never got to have kids and grow old together. I feel bad for practically replacing her."

"You're not-"

You hold your hand out, "Let me get everything out...please."

He nods, "Okay."

You take a deep breath, "I feel guilty for being here when she couldn't be. I also feel guilty for loving you when it should be Andrew here helping me raise Evie. I feel guilty for taking up your space, your time. I-I feel like I don't deserve you. You're such a good, loving, caring man and I shouldn't be taking over your life the way that I've been these past few years.

"That's why I want to move out. But also, my therapist think it'd be good for us to live separately. We've become too dependent on each other because we lost our partners in the same accident. We need space in order for us to have a healthy relationship. And I really hope you understand that."

He gulps and nods, "I get it...but fuck, sweetheart. You and Evie are the first and last thing I think about when I wake up and go to sleep. I'm gonna be honest, it's gonna fucking suck not having you two around all the time."

You reach out and place your hand on top of his, "Again, this isn't happening any time soon. I still have to find a place."

"Have you looked at places nearby?"

You nod, "Yeah. I don't wanna be too far from you."

That brings a small smile to Jack's face, "That's something at least," he murmurs. He leans in and presses his lips to your head, "I love you so much, sweetheart." He turns his hand up and laces his fingers with you.

"I love you too," you whisper. You lean back to look at him, "We'll get through it." you cup his face with your free hand, your thumb grazing over his five o'clock shadow, "We've gotten through worse."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "Yeah...we have."

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In the upcoming months, you continued to apartment hunt. Jack would accompany you to provide input. You looked at various apartment complexes within two to five miles away from Jack's home.

You eventually found a place just three blocks away from him and much closer to the park the three of you frequented.

Leaving Jack was hard, but you knew it would be good for you two. Evie took it hard, obviously. She didn't want to leave her Uncle Jack Jack and her cries brought tears to your own eyes.

Jack held Evelyn close as he explained everything, "You'll still see me, honey. I'm not going anywhere. We'll still go to the park together and have family time. I'm not leaving you, baby. I promise," he holds her tighter and you see tears welling up in his eyes as Evelyn sobs, "I promise, Evie. I'll always be here for you and mommy."

When move in day came, Jack helped you as much as he could. When he was at work, some of the day shift nurses and doctors came to help you.

Robby grunted as he set a box down, "So...I heard you two confessed your love."

You rolled your eyes, "Yes. We did."

"You know, usually when people love each other like you do, they move in together. Not move out."

"We need the space and more independence. We did everything backwards, Robby." You explained as you begin to unbox the box he brought in.

"I know. But don't tell Abbot I told you this, but he's been really anxious about this. He doesn't know what he's going to do without you girls."

"We'll figure it out eventually. We've spent a majority of these past few years always at each other's sides and we weren't even officially together. It's going to be a big change, but we can get through it. After everything we've gone through, especially Jack, I think we'll make it out okay."

The doctor nodded, "I hope so 'cause now his bitchin' is even more sad and depressing."

You giggled and shoved his shoulder, "Get back to work, doc."

He salutes you, "Yes, ma'am!"

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Three months living in the apartment with just you and Evelyn was a rough start. Evie was constantly asking for her Uncle Jack Jack and you had to explain that you couldn't go to his house every single day.

Eventually, she got used to it being just you and her. Some nights did feel lonelier than ever. You had to fight yourself on not inviting Jack all the time. But so far, he'd been coming over once a week and you've been going to his the same as well.

It was an adjustment for sure, but you three of you eventually used to it.

Any downtime he had during his shifts, Jack would call you, wanting to hear your voice or see Evie via video chat. You thought things would be tense for a long time between you and he. But, thankfully, it was only tense for the first month and you two fell back into how things were before. You'd joke around, share about your days, but now it's coupled with some flirtatious banter.

It was weird in the beginning, hearing him flirt with you and you flirt back. But now it's second nature with you two. Your flirtatious banter would be silly or cute or downright sinful, but only when Evie wasn't around.

Jack: what're you wearing?

You snort when you read his text. You text him back:

You: aren't you supposed to be working?

Jack: was thinking about you and I'm on my lunch....so what're you wearing?

You take a selfie of you wearing one of his old Army shirts and reply to him with that.

Your phone suddenly starts ringing and you laugh, answering it, "There's no way I'm having phone sex with you while you're at work."

"Well can I come over after my shift and we can have real sex?"

You clasp your hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh. You look beside you to see Evie still passed out after you two started watching a movie.

"Won't you be exhausted?"

"I'm wound up today and sex is a great relaxer." You can hear the smirk in his tone.

"Yeah? Says who?"

"Me, I'm a doctor, remember?"

"Last time I checked, you're a doctor in medicine. Not sexology."

He hums, "Fine. You caught me...I just miss you."

You soften your voice, "I miss you too. I miss you a lot but...this time apart has been good for me."

"I know, but don't get too comfortable. Once your lease is up, you're moving back here. Got that?"

You chuckle, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure. I want us to be whole again. It's so fucking quiet in the house now. Fuck, the other day, I had Bluey playing in the background just so it feels like you two are around still."

That tugs on your heartstrings, "Jack-"

"Shit. I gotta go. They need extra help and we're already down a doctor. I gotta go sweetheart and I'll talk to you later, okay? I love you."

"I love you too, Jack. Bye." He ends the call and you lay back in bed. You bury your face into his shirt, wishing it smelled like him again.

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It felt like deja vu. You're at the park, sitting on the picnic blanket with Dana like you had all those months ago. Jack and Evie are playing on the playground like they always are.

Dana, feeling the same sense as you goes, "Funny to be here with you guys again but now you and Jack are together. Separate, but also together."

You nod, "I know. Weird, right?"

"That was a rough patch you guys went through, but look at you now. You two have gone through a lot and keep overcoming it. Shows how strong the two of you are," Dana lifts her bottle of water as if giving you a cheers and sips from it.

You smile at the older woman, "Thanks. None of what the both of us have gone through was easy, but we did it together. Loving him is easy. I still feel sad and guilty sometimes. For Anna. For Andrew."

"They would've wanted you two to be happy," Dana says with confidence.

"I know, still doesn't mean I don't feel bad about it sometimes." You sigh, "Therapy has helped a lot though."

"That's good, honey. Really good."

"Sweetheart!" you look up and see Jack looking your way, "You want ice cream?"

"Rainbow pop please!" You glance at Dana, "You wany anything?"

"I'm good."

"Just one for me, baby!"

"Got it!" he gives you a thumbs up and guides Evie to the ice cream truck.

Dana wistfully sighs, "You guys are so fucking cute. I really am happy you two are together."

"Thanks, Dana. I am too."

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Three Years Later

Evie was at a sleepover at her friend's apartment in the same complex. So that meant you and Jack had the place to yourselves since Jack was off that day.

After a few rounds of sex, you two were just cuddling in your bed. Your head is resting on his chest, his arm wrapped around you and tracing lines along your back.

You two were laying in a blissful silence when Jack slid out of bed, "Where you going?"

"I wanna grab something from my pants," he grabs his jeans from the floor and found what he was looking for in his pocket.

He sits back in bed and presents you with a tiny box. You immediately sit up and look at him with wide eyes, "Jack..."

"Sweetheart, you already know how much I love you. There aren't really words that I can say that you haven't heard before. I love you and Evie so much. We've gone through hell and back. Our lives have been intertwined since that night. I didn't expect to fall in love with you, but I did. I didn't expect to love Evie as much as I do.

"I love the life we've built together, even though the start of it was unconventional and, frankly, extremely traumatizing-"

You snort, "What a way to propose, baby."

"Well I didn't necessarily say the words yet, did I?"

He opens the box to reveal a gorgeous ring. The cut was perfect and it was a ring you definitely see yourself wearing forever, "Y/N, will you marry me?"

"Of fucking course I will," you press your lips to his and you feel him smiling into the kiss, "I love you," you mumble against his lips.

He breaks the kiss, grinning, "I love you too," he takes the ring out of the box and slips it onto your finger.

You look at how it sits on your finger. You didn't think you'd be wearing another wedding ring again, yet here you are.

You giggle and Jack looks at you, "What's so funny?"

"I can't believe you proposed with your dick out and made a comment about our shared trauma."

He shrugs, "Well isn't our entire relationship built on unconventional and traumatic events?"

You roll your eyes and climb onto Jack's lap, "Shut up and make love to your fiancee."

He smiles wide, "No need to tell me twice."

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"DID HE DO IT?! DID HE ASK YOU TO MARRY HIM?!" Evie asks as into the apartment after her sleepover. Jack follows her inside, chuckling.

You hold up your left hand, "He did, baby!"

"YAY!" Evie wraps her arms around you and then gasps. She turns to Jack, "Can I call you dad now?!"

Jack looks at you. You two have talked about it before. You're okay with Evie calling Jack her dad. He practically is.

He softly smiles at the six year old, "Yeah, honey. You can call me dad." Evie launches herself at Jack and he catches her. He hugs her tight.

It's funny. You and Jack thought you were undeserving of each other, but turns out, you were just what the other needed this whole time.

[cixteenyne]

#NEED THAT.

Your brother had originally planed a hang out with his friends in the living room, but- something came up and he had to bail. with them still in the house. Issue? They're hot.

RELATIONSHIP(S): Gojo x Reader, Suguru x Reader, Elements of Suguru x Satoru. They def be fuckin. Satosugu x reader, yeah.

CW: Suggestive, but NSFW cussing (duh), Big Brothers best friend(s) trope. no actual fucking happens... yet. Still NSFW

Yap: I channeled my own personality into this MY BADDD-

Damn….DAMN. you were going fucking insane in your room right now. Batshit.

Your dipshit brother brought his fine ass friends over and ain’t say SHIT.

Now you out here lookin’ crazy, shorts riding up, hair all types o’ fucked from that good ass nap you just took, and hungry as shit.

Problem. 

They’re in the living room, and you refuse to walk in that bitch until EVERYBODY is gone. Point blank period.

Second problem. Satoru and Suguru don’t plan on leaving, and Satoru knows you’re here. Shit.

Ugh, just look at the cocky motherfucker. Manspreading to the MAX on your new couch, the one you helped your godforsaken mother who stood there for hours deciding on what shade of the same damn color to buy- bless her heart. And he’s manspreading, dick to the world- on it.

And damn if he didn’t look so fine doin’ it. 

Oh, Satoru pisses you off BAD.

And god forbid somebody get you started on Suguru, fucking dick head. And he KNOW IT TOO.

Long ass leg kicked over the other, stupid head leaning on his hand. Elbow on that damn couch. 

He looked uncaring constantly to the things going on around him if it didn’t concern Satoru- but you knew. Oh, you knew just how much he ate up whenever Satoru managed to get under your skin- which was way too easy to do.

Asshole would just sit back and smile like you’re not about to put your whole foot up his bestfriends ass. Suguru didn’t need to say a damn thing to piss you off the way Satoru did, he just does!

So, both of them together? In your home? Brother done ran out for a quick minute, god knows how long a ‘minute’ is to him, fucker would disappear for 3 hours and say he was just 10 seconds.

Hell no.

But fuck, that post-nap hunger was hitting, and it was peeling away at your resolve. BUT! Your resolve is not stronger than your need to eat, so that’s tough.

Fuck your resolve, if a bitch is hungry, she will eat- so you took your happy ass to your kitchen. Or- you tried to.

Not even a step into the living room before those eerie ass blue eyes snapped into your direction and a stupid lazy grin made its way onto his stupid face. Fuck.

“Ohoho-! And look who decided to wake up- suguru, look. Told you she’d show..”

The fucker said it like he knew from the beginning that you’d crack and show your face. Damn it why is that definitely what he’s thinking.

Suguru looked up from his phone slowly, and as he laid his low eyes onto you his eyebrows raised in exaggerated shock. “And here I thought you’d finally snapped and started hallucinating, she’s really here.”

Though, his tone said that he’d also always known you were there, not only Satoru.

Fuck, they BOTH came here knowing you were home. That’s… genuinely so annoying of them.

“What, I can't live in my own house?”

Satoru seemed to think on your rhetorical question and he made a whole show of it.

“Not if I have anything to say about it, which I do.”

This idiot ALWAYS has something to say, always running his mouth- yap yap yap! Like a damn broken record. Fuck, why was he dressed like that?

“Unsurprising. Well- i was hungry, so.. I'm gonna go.”

You made a step towards the kitchen, so close in your grasp.. So fucking close. But Suguru had to remind you that he was here too. Damn it.

“I like your outfit. Just hopped outta bed?”

Said outfit being shorts that had your ass hanging out, a stupid band shirt with the collar cut off, and calf socks with Garfield plastered on them. Maybe he liked your socks. he better because the bitches were 15 dollars at Spencers.

But- you didn’t even get to answer before Thing 2 was talking.

“C’mon- sit down.. Right here. Said you’re hungry, yeah? We ordered out. Sit and have some.”

Pizza, 3 whole boxes of it- who the hell needed 3 whole boxes of pizza. One of each for Dumb, Dumber and dumbest? Speaking of Dumbest, your brother been out for MIGHTY long, the fucker probably got caught up in a party, and most likely won’t be back until 4AM when you’re woken up by shit hitting the ground because he cant walk straight.

“It’s just pizza, sweetness- s’not gonna bite you.”

Fuckin’ Satoru, ugh.

 “That’s not- bitc- ugh. Nevermind, move over.”

So, now you’re stuck in between both Satoru and Suguru on the Couch that in another timeline, is a different shade of the same damn color (You really need to get over that.), pizza box in your lap despite criticizing them for need a whole one, and you’re kind of not mad at this.. Shit.

You’ve already eaten 2 slices, and debating eating 2 more- hey, gotta keep the ass fat somehow.

But you decide against it for your poor stomach later, and put the box back on the table. As you lean forward to set the box down, Satoru finally speaks after about 12 minutes. (longest he’s ever gone, you bet.)

“Y’know you’re right suguru- really nice outfit. Like it.. It’s.. nice to look at.”

Suguru hummed in agreement to this, 

“Right? I told you- I have an eye for these things ‘Toru.” The smirk in his voice is unmistakable.

They were not talking about your ass as if you were not there. No way.

“An eye for sure, almost can’t look away, yeah?”

“Can’t, no.”

They so were. For fucks sake.

“Oh, you’re both ridiculous. Is my ass tonight's talking point? Really?”

Satoru held his hands in the air in mock self defense 

“You’re the one with your ass out in a room of two guys who aren’t blind.”

You huff out an exasperated breath at him and look to suguru for a bit of support, you don’t know why because he has a history of letting his little yapping dog do whatever the hell he wanted. All you receive from him is a shrug and words of agreement.

“He’s right, we have eyes, y’know.”

Ugh, he’s never any fucking help. And he loves it.

“Whatever. Not like you guys would do anything. More ass than you know what to do with.”

You mumbled it just to be messy, you didn't wanna outright call them virgins cause… c'mon. They fuck. HAVE to be.

The air in the room definitely changed after that slick comment.

Satoru went quiet and his eyes slid over to Suguru, a silent conversation. A verdict. They seemed to have both reached the same one, because Suguru shook his head with a laugh and leaned back into the couch.

“Yeah?”

You sat down cautiously, the energy was weird now, like an inside joke you weren’t privy to… hm.

“..yeah, why? I’m not gonna take it back, either.”

To them, that sounded like a ‘Make me take it back.’, and they took it as such with way too much glee.

“Hear that, Guru? Little thing thinks were baseless virgins who can’t handle a bit of ass, funny, hm?”

“Hilarious, say.. Toru- now that i think about it.. We just might be a bit out of practice.”

Suguru always knew how to get a party started. That’s what Satoru liked about him- among other things..

“Crazy- i was thinking the same thing..! Why not warm up?”

Ok. what the hell were they talking about, and why were they being slick about it. Lord, they pissed you off BAD.

“What.. the hell are you guys talking about?” Came your slightly nervous reply.

“Well would you look at that- a volunteer.”

Volun- who the hell- VOLUNTEER? 

Oh. OH. 

You may not make it out alive if this was what you fantasized about every night. Yeah0 the pissed you off constantly- but you weren’t blind. They were fine. Way too fucking pretty for their own good, and you got to be around them 24/7. Safe to say- they were a NEED, not a want.

Satoru looked down at you and dropped his little act, moving impossible closer to you, his chest to your side as you sat on the couch. He got low and into your ear whispering so close you could confuse it for a voice inside your head.

“Or can she not handle it..?”

Oh. You need that.

[ceoandslutler]

sebastian's memories, his form and the perceived "lie of omission" in chapter 215

many people have been picking up on how he purposely avoided giving a straight answer and how he may be hiding information from o!ciel but i would like to propose an alternative reading...

i (personally) don't think he would hide information from ciel anymore; not even because i think he 'cares' but because i think he's scared of UT and is taking everything more seriously now. more importantly, the first time he 'lies' (hides info) in the manga, we find out he can't 'lie' when he's directly asked a question and that's what ciel does:

in the new chapter (215), we found that sebastian only created this form for ciel which leaves us with four to five possibilities on what's going on and how modri must've recognised him:

1) modri recognised him from something other than his physical form (which people have mentioned) and sebs genuinely just forgot him because it was a long time ago/only a night long.

2) this is a crack theory but sebastian has facial blindness and doesn't realise how all his forms have the same face (likely considering all the costumes he put on for ciel during the negotiation looked the same) but at the same time, is sebastian really that stupid? (i mean kinda)

3) sebastian and modri met during this contract's time (which is possible since we do not see the better half of 1888, nor do we see much of 1887 or 1886, the year the contract was made).

4) genuinely mistook him for someone else (again possible) or UT made modri think sebastian is the demon/person who wronged him.

5) sebastian does not remember what all of his past forms looked like so cannot accurately tell whether he's ever made a form like this before or not. this will also explain why he did not answer about his previous contractors being devoured or not—he can't answer accurately if he does not know. this would also tie in with possibility 1. modri remembers sebastian but sebastian does not remember him. this would also explain strange things like sebastian remembering how to waltz but not being able to brew tea (as we see in his memories in the luxury liner arc), he can speak languages but did not remember ever having a single friend (which a lot of people found odd... personally i don't find it that strange but again, it's a good point, nobody ever wanted to befriend him?) all this to say one thing...

i think each of sebastian's bodies houses different memories and/or skills.

to visually represent this, i made an example chart:

say he wanted to contract a noblewoman living in a sultanate in the middle east then surely he'd go for spare body 2, or if he wanted to contract a travelling merchant in eastern europe then surely he'd go for spare body 1.

these are just possible body memories, obviously we don't know what sebastian's other bodies are like. but we do know one thing:

sebastian has to use a mask to become jeremy in the murder arc and he never changes his face when he's disguised. like these are all the same body in different costumes:

and they probably all remember schönbrunn palace and how to waltz.

to put it simply, he only has fragments of disjointed memory in each of these bodies because he readily swaps them out. he said he only took this form for ciel and it might technically be true, he might've taken on this body with this hairstyle and this clothing for o!ciel but he might've had this same body in a contract many many years ago... he might just not remember the contract in detail or he doesn't consider the body a unique 'form' but rather the body, hairstyle, clothing and role altogether make his 'form' (remember he spawns in with clothes/hair). is it truly impossible for one to escape from a demon's contract in kuro? for example, say your contractor kills themself, would sebastian be allowed to eat them or would they become a reaper? perhaps he genuinely doesn't remember. look at sebastian's cinematic record in the luxury liner arc (which UT reallyyy wanted to see):

there's no way UT decided to see the record from the moment they met, this body might just house memories from this point, and nothing before that. again let's visualise it into how each one of sebastian's humanoid 'bodies' could work, cinematic record-wise:

each time a contract ends, the memories of it end too, obviously there can be fragments/'episodes' remaining (which is why he can remember places he's been like a palace or a sabbath or concepts like witches, reapers, etc...) but it's also important to remember that things like language, dance, musical skills (like playing violin or piano) aren't stored in the same place our normal memories are stored (which is why amnesiacs will often forget everything but will still be able to speak, have muscle memory in dancing or playing piano or other instruments, even video games!) and this is because of how memory works, in branches.

what we see in black butler's 'cinematic records' are people's episodic memories. they contain one's first hand experiences.

sebastian's memories such as language fall under his semantic ability for example 'cat in french is chat' while his procedural memory is viennese waltz steps. this is also why the simple bizarre dolls that took over the liner had the memory to walk, jump and swim (sebastian even pointed out how they use each other to climb). this isn't to say sebastian is a bizarre doll, but he has a cinematic record just like humans and bizarre dolls do. as we know, the more complex doll of derrick arden had the ability to say a phrase about tea, he was drawing on his semantic memory 'this object is a cup of tea' and 'this smell is pleasant' in order to speak. on the other hand, vice principal agares had many 'episodes' meaning his episodic memory had started working and he remembered who he was (a teacher at weston college), that's why he could form opinions, teach, etc... though it limited his procedural memory (likely due to the brain damage of how he was killed) which is why he kept falling over. while the most complex of the dolls, r!ciel and doll, have full retention of past memories and are able to form new ones adding onto their records.

so let's run over what my theory is:

1. sebastian has multiple bodies he uses for contracts, unclear how many or how they look (can he produce infinite bodies or does he just rotate/reuse a few? if so, does he remember when he does reuse them?) but they are used for different contractors and he believes this form* is exclusive for o!ciel.

*though we don't know if he considers this body the form or the body AND his clothes/hair/role.

2. each of these bodies have separate memory systems e.g. one body's procedural memory could contain 'how to brew tea' while another could contain 'how to do the polka', another body can speak 'xyz dialect of french' while one can speak 'xyz slavic language'.

3. every one of sebastian's 'bodies' has its own cinematic record and they fade every time he 'ends' a contract/his record (explains why his record starts w/ meeting o!ciel). the memories remain if they are procedural/semantic and he has vague episodic memory (like the bizarre dolls' "episodes") which is why can remember places he's gone to but can't remember who he's met there (evidenced by the fact he doesn't know how many people could bear a grudge against him; the people he was counting were probably from the last 3 years he'd spent with o!ciel, not even previous contracts LMAO)

with all this said, there are 3 possibilities remaining for how modri knows him:

1. sebastian is telling the truth, this is the first time he's using this body (and my theory about the bodies is either completely wrong or sebastian uses the same organic matter to make each body which is how the procedural/semantic memories remain while his episodic record gets mostly wiped out everytime he starts a new contract) and modri is seeing something we don't see and that's how he's recognising sebastian.

2. sebastian does not remember using this body before but he has (which is why the body has semantic and procedural memory of how to speak and dance but no episodic memory of friendships despite certain semantic/episodic/declarative memories like 'i have been to schönbrunn palace' remain) and he's met modri before however his episodic record has faded away so he can't remember him, this possibility means that modri is recognising sebastian based on his appearance.

3. (most likely) sebastian does not consider each body a different form but rather each body with independent styling is a different form to him (most likely) and he doesn't remember his past contracts/people he met in this body because of his cinematic record being restarted with every new contract.

anyway, thoughts?

[sugar-write]

Heart-eyes (LN4)

Lando Norris x rocker!fem!reader

type : smau (fc : random girls from aesthetic on Pinterest)

summary : Lando Norris and his rocker childhood friends interaction are the favorite of the fans, they love their best friends dynamic and how different their life are. but when people start shipping her with her bandmate, the world is about to learn what's really behind their 'best friends' title.

note : Ikare and Astrid are your bandmates

adv : nothing really, maybe swearing, pictures with cigarettes and alcohol, English isn't my first language so sorry for the mistakes. it's my first smau plz be nice

part 2???

its.yn.bitch

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back in the city for some fun with the gang (yeah it's Ikare and I in the hoodie)

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Lando I'm not part of the gang... I feel betrayed

its.yn.bitch ur like on the other side of the world

Lando so what

Lando distance is breaking us down now

its.yn.bitch you're such a drama queen

Lando but you love me

its.yn.bitch unfortunately I do Heart-eyes

user4 new music when?

user6 to be friends with people like they are...

Lando can you teach me skateboarding?

user22 day 386 of Lando asking for skateboard lessons and getting left on red by yn

user5 give us new music bandname ✊✊

fallingIkare chaos is our second nature 👆

its.yn.bitch always and forever 👆

AstrId always and forever 👆

user2 why do she always calls Lando Heart-eyes

user1 they're childhood best friends and when she saw him watch a Karting race she thought he had heart eyes and it stayed

user8 it's when he looks at her that he have heart eyes

user10 plz they're like best friends forever

user3 yeah stop shipping people

user15 manifesting for a new song

user11 she's like very close to Ikare

user24 I was thinking the same, they're always together

user9 yeah because they're bandmates and friends

user13 you guys need to go to therapy people can be just friends

Lando posted a story

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its.yn.bitch you should be grateful to have me in your life

Lando I am I am but I'll still call you loser

its.yn.bitch fuck off you fell to

Lando but you fall first

its.yn.bitch you're like a trained athelt

its.yn.bitch I can't win a pump match!

fallingIkare idk what you did but she came back angry

Lando she just don't like losing

fallingIkare what was the dare

Lando pump and she's good

Lando I only made two more

fallingIkare yeah she do pump on stage before show she says it helps with stress

Lando such a weirdo

user32 it's giving chaotic date vibes

user17 I love how you have two lives, like F1 and making date night eating on skateboard at night in some street

user26 when is it my turnnnn

user32 why do you always post her in story and never in post

its.yn.bitch

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chaotic you said?

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user37 wait that's a MAN

user25 red alert, who is that guy

user14 which one? Ikare or Lando

user1 for fuck sakes they're friends

user34 come on man respect them!

user38 guitare ? new music ?

fallingIkare you just set the world on fire

its.yn.bitch :) :)

AstrId no need Ikare she's just proud of herself

user36 omg they're so much things to analyze in that post

user34 even in these interaction

user19 she woke up and choose violence

its.yn.bitch posted a story

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Lando I thought you stopped cigarette

its.yn.bitch i did

its.yn.bitch don't worry not gonna start again

Lando great

Lando I hate the smell

its.yn.bitch I know heart eyes I know

fallingIkare makes us sound like junky

its.yn.bitch I thought it was poetic

fallingIkare it's not

fallingIkare sorry to break your little dream

its.yn.bitch you suck so bad

fallingIkare ouch

AstrId photo creds ?

its.yn.bitch thanks babe <3

user16 what do you mean high?

user35 are you two dating?

user38 you're just playing with us

meanwhile on Twitter~~~

meanwhile on yn's phone~~~

its.yn.bitch

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time to go back to work

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user17 omgggg new musics

user29 she's in the studio!!

user8 using music to get our attention out of the man

user3 we see you yn

its.yn.bitch oupsiii

user09 she's so unserious

user22 I can't wait to listen to it

Lando I'm hyped

user45 bro you probably already knew

user31 honestly even knowing before everyone I would be hyped

user37 yeah like, it's bandname new song

user43 Ikare x yn dating comfirmation?

user39 I'm so ready for this frr

user14 omg would this be about Ikare??

user42 I can't wait

its.yn.bitch

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happy birthday bb <3 <3

(ps : Heart-eyes, solo song available everywhere, make sure to give it a chance)

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fallingIkare when you said it was freaky I didn't though it like that

Lando oh my god

Lando thanks

Lando I mean I love you too

Lando god I miss you even more now

Lando wanna make up?

its.yn.bitch omw heart eyes

AstrId so this was your master plan

its.yn.bitch it worked no one thinks I'm dating Ikare anymore

fallingIkare thanks god they stopped, it's already too hard to be your friend

its.yn.bitch 🖕🖕fuck off

its.yn.bitch I don't accept negativity on this beautiful festive day

AstrId nurse they're out again

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thanks for reading

I hope you like it I loved making smau so maybe I'll do a part 2 or another story tell me

Anyway have a good day take care of yourself

[wchswift]

── 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲?

pairing! dean winchester x fem!reader

→ summary! Dean Winchester is your best friend and you're so in love with him that you can't even tell if it's just in your head or if maybe he feels the same way. (Inspired by Guilty as Sin from taylor swift) I recommend listening to it while reading. → contents! some angst, pining, unrequited love but not really, best friends who are in love but are too afraid to do something about it, open ending. (idk what I did with this one. not sure if I liked the way I wrote this but while I was listening to this song it kind of just flowed out of me.) → word count! 773

You don’t remember when the line got blurry. Only that now, you trip over it every time you breathe near him.

Dean.

You say it in your head more than you ever do aloud — because when you do say it out loud, it sounds dangerous. Like a gun cocking back. It was like throwing yourself in front of a moving train, knowing what would happen next.

He’s your best friend.

Your person.

Your almost.

And you’ve never touched his skin, but you dream about it anyway.

You dream of cracking locks — tossing your life to the wolves for just one moment where it’s not wrong. Where it's allowed. Where there’s no Sam in the backseat, no case hanging over your heads, no hellhound of guilt pacing behind your ribcage.

Just him.

Just you.

Just the crash of skin and sin and finally.

But instead, you wait.

You smile.

You laugh too loud when he says something stupid, you pretend it doesn’t melt something in your chest when he calls you sweetheart like it doesn’t mean anything.

You’ve kissed him in your mind.

Hard.

Soft.

Messy.

Teeth and tongue and vows unspoken.

You’ve written his name in the fog of your bathroom mirror, like a teenage girl watching it vanish like the chances you never took.

You wonder if he knows. If he feels it too — the slow-burn ache of never letting it slip, even though it’s right there. Teetering on the edge of a look held too long, a touch that lingers at your lower back when he’s guiding you through a bar, the way his eyes always drop to your mouth before snapping back to safety.

You keep recalling things you never did.

How his hand would feel cupped around your throat, not to hurt you — but to hold you in place.

How it’d feel to fall apart under him.

For him.

In your mind, it feels he's already written mine on your upper thigh. Even if not real.

God.

It would be easier if you weren't sane and didn't know that this was just an entertaining dream.

Because you talk to him like you’re fine.

You joke.

You spar.

You watch him talk about other women and roll your eyes as if it isn't making you bleed inside.

You sit beside him on motel beds, knees brushing, and you swallow your desire down like it won’t choke you eventually.

You wonder if you’re bad. Or mad. Or just fucking in love with a man who keeps you close but never close enough.

And you want to ask him — not directly, but maybe in a whisper, maybe in a joke that isn’t a joke:

Am I allowed to want you like this?

Am I allowed to cry for something I never had?

If it's just in my head, why does it feel like a sin?

Does this already feel real to you too?

You lock these longings away in lowercase. Soft, silent letters in the vault of your heart.

You don’t dare write them down in ink. You don’t speak them.

You just carry them.

Because someone told you once — bad thoughts aren’t real. Only your actions matter. Only your restraint.

But you’re so tired of pretending.

You catch yourself staring at him across diner tables, half-listening as he talks about hex bags or whatever hunt you’re chasing. You imagine kissing the sugar off his lip from the pie. Just a little taste. Just once.

You wonder how many other girls he’s kissed like that.

How many of them he touched without thinking.

How it would feel if you were one of them.

But then he looks at you.

Really looks at you.

And something in his eyes feels like a promise you were never meant to hear.

It feels like he knows.

Like he’s just as guilty.

Like you’ve already done it in his head too — a thousand different ways, with a thousand different endings, and none of them ever quite end.

You wonder if he lies awake like you do.

Fingers clenched in sheets.

Breath tight in his chest.

Your name on his tongue, never spoken.

You wonder if he’s ever whispered please to the silence like you have.

If he’s ever played the part of the sinner for a sin he never touched, only imagined.

And what a way to die — never having him, always wanting him.

You’re already damned.

So why do you still feel hope when you look at him?

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[peachhcs]

i saw this tiktok and it was like media girls asking players who there favourite female athlete was and maybe you could write something like that of guys mentioning samy hahahah just hyping her up

WAIT YESSSS i like that because they'd definitely say her just because of how much they adore her and you knoww will is saying her immediately

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the boys had never been too into media, especially when it was just answering the same questions over and over. it got old fast and most of the time the social media interns were catching them at their worst moments like after a hard practice or after losing a game, but today seemed like a good day. vicky, the boston college media girl, stood at the entrance to the locker room as the boys came off the ice to grab some quick content for instagram.

"uh oh, vicky's here, you know what that means," drew teased when he saw the girl with her phone and microphone.

"hi, yeah more media. sorry boys," she giggled.

"don't apologize, i'm ready. hit me with whatever you got," drew encouraged as aram, fowler, and vote walked in behind him seconds later.

"you three can join in too, but i'm doing a little series of getting to know the players better, so today's question is who is your favorite female athlete?" she handed drew the mic as the boy pondered his answer.

"oh easy, samy hughes," aram quickly answered with a smile.

"oh agreed. she's a fucking beast," the others quickly agreed after hearing aram mention the michigan soccer player.

"if you haven't seen her play yet, you better go watch one of her games. she knows her shit out there. i've never seen someone so confident on the field before," aram stole the mic to continue his thought.

"i was gonna say her but i didn't know if it would be weird," drew laughed.

"dude why would it be weird? she's our friend," fowler laughed too.

"yeah there are people probably so jealous we can say that," aram commented. vicky grinned at their answers and let them go as more boys came back from practice.

some of the older boys mentioned people like livy dunne, caitlin clark, and paige buckers, but when ryan, gabe, and james came in they were also quick to bring up samy's name.

"favorite female athlete? definitely samy. have you seen her play?" ryan chuckled while the other two nodded in agreement.

"i would also say my own girlfriend, hannah duke," james cut in with a shy blush.

"ah, yes, yes. well you've got your own girl," gabe teased a bit.

"although, both are very good athletes, so i'd say both," the freshman smiled.

"she's scored how many career points? like 100? she had her 100th celebration senior year," ryan said.

"yeah, she's probably close to like 200 now," gabe added.

over in san jose, a similar video was being filmed with the sharks players after they finished practice. will and mack exchanged a glance when they saw the two interns grinning at them with a microphone in one of their hands.

"hi, you know what time it is," vanessa laughed.

"can't evade this time. what's the question today?" mack wondered as him and will stopped to entertain their video.

"who is your favorite female athlete?" vanessa asked and chloe held the mic out for them.

"easy answer, my girlfriend. samy hughes," will quickly grinned without hesitation.

"i'd have to agree and also say my girlfriend, blaire stevenson," mack added.

"can you tell us why?"

"uh, she has a lot of dedication and has put a lot of time into the women's soccer team. she has successfully led them to the ncaa finals since her freshman year and helped win them their first national title in years," will said.

"i echo everything he said about samy. i've never been too into american soccer, but watching samy play is actually like super incredible to watch. she has a lot of raw talent and it's really cool to see her use it. my girlfriend is also a very talented figure skater and i envy the grace she has on the ice. it blows me away every time i watch a meet," macklin grinned.

"awesome answers, thanks guys!" vanessa and chloe waved as the two boys continued to the locker room.

when the videos were posted everyone was gushing about how quick the boys brought up samy and how endearing it was to see how much they love her (platonically and romantically).

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user1 STOP this was so cute?? all of the dev boys said samy awww

user2 i actually love how close they all are with samy and it's so cutie to see

user3 wow i knew they loved her but i didn't know this much. i loved seeing them gush about her

user4 u knowww she's so loved by them

user5 oh i'd know they'd do anything for her if she asked

user6 stop will was so quick to say samy

user7 will's blush awwww

user8 i hope they're all friends forever they're so cute

user9 where do i find friends like this????

user10 wait babiesss aw

[steviewashere]

Steve's parents get a divorce, but they blame it on Steve instead of their own problems. (I got carried away with an idea, sorry)

CW: Suicide Attempt, Gun, Discussions About Divorce, Self-Deprecating Thinking

Everything turns out fine! This ends more hopeful than it sounds, I promise!

They're just like, "You're the only reason we had to stay together. If you weren't born, then we could've separated years ago." And just generally making him feel like dog shit for being their son. And they add insult to injury by counting every single one of his failures, the way he "embarrassed" them and "failed" them. They belittle him for not making it to college—siting that if they knew he wasn't going to be intelligent enough to make it, that they could've used the money they set aside for something better; like a vacation trip or to move out of Hawkins or to get a divorce attorney.

They're not calm about telling him at all. Just level 100 mad and fuming. His parents are shouting at one another, they're shouting at him, he's shouting back at them. When he starts crying, his dad tells him to stop acting like such a "hysterical woman" about everything; that he's "not even affected" by the divorce; that "not everything's about you, Steven, my god."

He doesn't know what to do once his parents finally calm down for the night, going to separate bedrooms; his mom packs her bags and states she's staying with her sister; Steve is left with his dad who refuses to talk to him—unless he's drunk out of his mind and angry. A lot of nights just ends up with tense, awkward one-sided conversations with his dad where he's told over and over again, "I could've still loved your mother if it wasn't for you."

And, sure, Steve knows the divorce isn't his fault. At least not 100%. But you can only hear something so many times before it starts to become true, right? So he begins believing that maybe he really was the pinnacle to all this. That if he had never been born, never been raised, never lived with them, that they could've lived happier, more well off lives.

And then this overwhelming self-consciousness begins to spread into other parts of his life. He begins to believe that Nancy was right in calling him bullshit—because he was shallow and he was a fuck-up and he was bad at being a boyfriend. He begins to believe that if he never threw that party, Barb wouldn't have died—that her death is, somehow, directly his fault. He begins to believe that if he'd never been so naive and stupid and a failure, that Robin wouldn't be involved in any of this mess.

He isn't sure if Hopper means it when he says "son". He isn't sure if he believes Eddie when he says, "I love you." He doesn't trust himself to fuck everything up with Dustin, because he can't stomach the idea of Dustin turning away from him and ridiculing him and brushing him off—same with Max. He isn't certain if Robin's actually his best friend, or if she's just doing it because she has to—because they fucked each other's jobs at Scoops and so she had to help him, or because they're the only two on the outside of the Upside Down/Vecna bullshit, because they know each other's secrets.

He isn't sure about his place in anything. And maybe there's a lot more that is his fault.

And when Eddie tries to tell him it isn't, Steve argues with him; screams at him that he's just saving face or pitying him or loving him out of obligation. Steve's insecurities end up being so bad that Eddie just goes, "I think...I think we need some time apart from each other. I think you need to figure yourself out before we can continue whatever this is."

And then the same thing happens with Robin. Where Robin leaves him with, "I'm your best friend because I want to be. I'm not pitying you. And you're not my obligation. If you're feeling doubts, maybe we need time to ourselves—really think things over."

And then it just continues to trickle down.

Until all that's left is him. Him and his stupid drunk dad. Him and this realization that he really does ruin everything he's involved in. And he could try to mend it all, but now he's too exhausted to try. So he just leaves it all as-is. He just continues on like this indescribable loneliness is his normal.

He goes to work at Family Video, but doesn't talk to Robin even once while he's there. And his car is always empty. And his heart is always heavy. And his bed is always cold. And the pictures he has of all the people he's ever loved are beginning to fade, but now he can't take new ones.

He's grown so insecure that he proved himself right, in a way. Yeah, he really was the hardship in all these relationships—but only because he made it harder, by ignoring the way everybody was quick to reassure him.

Now he doesn't know what to do, how to fix things. He's alone. He's miserable. He's depressed.

Steve's always tired now and he's not keeping himself tidied the way he used to. He's too quiet now. He shows up where he needs to and then he hides. He's not eating right. He's not smiling anymore. He's forgetful. He's pale and sickly and gaunt. He won't flirt with anybody, he won't laugh with anybody, he won't make new friends, he won't reach out to anybody. He just shuts down.

And then one day, he shows up to Family Video. He talks to Robin for the first time in months. He apologizes. He's smiling. He's laughing at her jokes. He hugs her. Then, he gives her his favorite album on tape—his most cherished cassette—and refuses to take it back when she turns it down.

And then he does the same to Eddie. Steve gives over his favorite t-shirt with a simple, "So you don't miss me." He kisses Eddie and they have sex and they giggle with one another and praise one another.

And then he apologizes to Dustin and Max.

To Nancy and Jonathan.

To Hopper.

Everybody's thinking that Steve's back to himself. Back to normal. That he got over what had been bothering him. Because he seems more level headed and clearer and happier. He's funny again. And he's hugging them, so hard he pops backs. He's telling them over and over and over that he loves them. That he missed them. That he hopes they didn't miss him too much. Makes them promise they won't miss him too much if he goes dark like that again, trying to play it off as some teasing, playful remark.

However, the only one who is suspicious is Hopper. Because something about Steve's behaviors feel familiar and planned and plastic. He responds the way Steve wants him to—sometimes. He forces Steve to stay longer at hang outs, even when something nervous flashes across his face—a blink and you'll miss it sort of thing, which is why Hopper believes he's the only one that catches the falter, the drop. And he hates the way Steve talks about his parents' divorce; "I kinda got in the way here and there. But it's fine, really, they're divorcing now and they'll get me to themselves one on one. Won't have to worry about both being there. Don't wanna make somebody do something they don't want to." Hopper keeps a really, really close eye on Steve.

And then he sees something new.

He and Joyce host a BBQ party with everybody invited. Steve's there. Sort of. Talking to everybody when they talk to him. But then he does this thing. This thing where he goes completely silent and sits off to the side, sort of relaxed in a lawn chair. And then he looks out everybody. With a soft reverence. With a soft sort of adoration. And acceptance. Some weird, nearly missed acceptance. Like he's allowing something inside him, something to take place while everybody's in the backseat. Or, more so, like Steve's in the backseat and he's letting everybody drive him somewhere.

Steve leaves half way through the BBQ. With a throw away excuse. He's smiling, bright and cheery. It won't meet his eyes, not really. There's color in his cheeks. He's holding himself casually. Nonchalantly. Still accepting something.

Hopper pretends to take a phone call while everybody's cleaning up outside. Pretends Callahan needs him. And then he follows Steve as closely as he can without being spotted. They end up in a forest that opens to a grassy clearing. It's quiet. Empty.

He parks far, far away from where Steve did. Goes the rest of the path on foot, stepping everywhere Steve did, right where it's oddly the quietest. And then he stops, hiding behind a tree, eyes thrown around it.

Steve's not too far away. Standing in the open. The shiny happiness has fallen off his face. Leaving him blank and bare. Vulnerable in an unsettling, nauseating way. There's a backpack in his hand. He crouches down and unzips it. Stands back up with something held tight to his front—something Hopper can't see, so he steps out from behind the tree, still standing off quietly, watching.

Steve raises his arm. Flicks out his wrist. And there, in his tight, white-knuckled grip is seemingly brand new handgun. A handgun. It's not up to his head yet, to his temple where Hopper suspects he's going to place it.

Hopper, frightened out of his skin, does the only thing he can think to do. With all his chief of police bravado, he shouts out, "Freeze!" And Steve, surprisingly, stops. "Drop your weapon."

And Steve doesn't.

"I said drop your weapon, Steve."

And then Steve holds his arm straight out from his side. Hand visibly quaking. The gun drops to the grass. Drops in a way that sets it off, just once—bang! And the noise alone startles Steve so bad that he crouches down and covers his ears and balls up into himself. Still next to the disposed gun.

Of course, Hopper hurries to him. Pulls him in tight. Shushes him when he cries and sobs. Rubs his back when Steve hunches over and expels the contents of his stomach. And then he just nods his head, muttering, "I know, I know you are," when Steve begins apologizing.

Hopper has to take him back to the house. To where everybody is still enjoying their BBQ. But he sneaks Steve in. They end up just sitting in Hopper's bedroom. Steve's gone completely silent, no more mask on his face. So Hopper begins talking about himself. About what he experienced, the guilt he carried, how he felt like so much was his fault—even if he'd been told it wasn't.

And Steve asks, "What changed?"

And Hopper, honestly, truthfully, "I don't know, Steve. I want to say El, but I think it was more than her. I wish I had an answer."

"I'm sorry," Steve says—for the millionth time. "I thought I was covering it up well." He sniffs. "How'd you know to follow me, Hop?"

"Son"—and Steve's eyes well with tears again, so Hopper squeezes him in tighter—"you were the most lucid I'd seen you in months. I knew what you were showing wasn't you."

Wobbly and wet, "Will everybody be mad? I feel like I've been lying to them."

"No," Hopper immediately answers, "they'll probably be very sad that you felt like you had to do this. But I don't think they'll be mad."

"But...but I...I—what if they think I've been trying to guilt them into...into being around me again? 'Cause I...it's my fault they all left me."

"You'll have to be honest, son. And it's gonna be scary, I know. But you've been carrying around a lot of weight the last few months, hell the last few years—you've been putting on a very convincing front. I think everybody will understand." Hopper brings Steve into a side hug when he begins to weep again. "And if they don't," Hopper adds, "then you've got me. I know it's not all the same, but I promise you that I understand, okay?" He pulls Steve back. Looks him in the eyes. "But you've got very good, very empathetic friends. These people really do love you. They love having you in their lives—we all missed you before, we were waiting for you to come back. They don't want to miss you forever. You got that?"

And Steve just breaks down again. And Hopper allows him.

Okay, this started as an angst thing where Eddie had to, like, comfort Steve after what his parents said. But uh...I spiraled?

[liarvibe]

This ask grants you permission for one (1) uninterrupted yap session.

Wise usage not recommended.

You know what--since we were talking about it before and stuff, I'm going to talk about something I've personally experienced in this fandom and have been witnessing others experiencing it currently as well--and that is this fandoms utter lack of acceptance for the "weird" and "abnormal" takes--or what they ACTUALLY are--takes people just don't agree with.

This mainly pertains to my and an friends theories and analyses that have been scrutinized for years at this point, but it also pertains to a new theory about Byakuya Togami being Mentally Unwell that I've been on and off reading.

And the hate certain people have been giving this theory.

For one thing, I actually like the theorizing done by @duhhtheyellowrose. It showcases a different, interesting, and most importantly, extremely valid interpretation of Byakuya! Again I haven't had the energy lately to read everything they've been writing, but what I have read has given me a much greater appreciation for Togami as a character because before, I thought of him as a very flat, prideful rich kid who's whole character arc was bruising that pride and bringing him down to earth. Not a bad arc, but just... simple, kinda boring. I love deep dives like this into a character's psyche and really thinking about their motivations and thoughts and feelings. What I HAVE read of Yellow's theories has done exactly that--it's given Togami more depth and dwells on the rather harsh pressure he grew up with, and what exactly that can do to a person's mind going forward.

Like yeah, actually, Byakuya having to fight his half siblings to be the chosen heir, no matter how you spin it, is really fucked up! That kind of pressure and strive for perfectionism does horrible things to a person's mental health, especially when they falter and crumble in a way that isn't their picture-perfect self.

And yet. Once again, there are people going off in this fandom insisting that Byakuya Togami can't be 'suicidal'. He just can't be! Nevermind the horrible statement that is, saying that a person in any position Cannot Be Suicidal, because even the Happiest Person on Earth can have suicidal idealization--it's just blatantly disregarding an interpretation and saying it's "mischaracterization" simply because you don't like it.

Also, I've seen people go so far as saying that giving Togami mental ailments or making him a more complex character is making him. Softer? I'm sorry that you have this idea about mental illnesses that makes you think people with them are "softer" and less of an asshole just because they have a reason to be an asshole, but also no I'm not sorry, please actually think about what you're saying. You're saying that people who are assholes cannot have a reason to be an asshole and thus othering people you deem as "jerkish" or even "evil" just because you don't want to admit they are human.

This is just one example of how this fandom can jump through horrible mental hoops just to justify their "take" on a character--but also hate on another take they don't agree with or like. It's the same shit I've talked about before where people infantize Gonta to make Kokichi look like more of a monster than he actually is. Because if Gonta is a big stupid dumb monkey who Kokichi manipulated, it makes things easy--bad guy gets to not be a Person(tm) anymore ("So I get to hate him as much as I want and feel justified in hating him") while the Poor Innocent Babu gets to have their Purity and never be wrong, ever. ("So I feel justified in liking this character without having to tackle the idea that maybe they did something wrong because they cannot be blamed and I cannot be wrong!")

Don't you guys see how utterly boring that is? To simplify characters to the point where they're not even people? Like sure, sometimes you need a character who is a Symbol and doesn't need to be anything more than that for narrative purposes... but like. These characters aren't meant to be symbols of evil or assholery or whatever. They are meant to represent a person with thoughts and feelings and ideals, with dreams and heartbreaks and complexities that make them unique as an individual.

I think making post after post trying to "debunk" someone's interpretation is just making you look like an asshole. I think fighting over what interpretation is right vs what one is wrong is jsut not the play.

Like--in the Undertale fandom! If someone had an interpretation you didn't like? That's an AU now! See, isn't that more fun? Now you can engage with the interpretations you don't agree with in a more constructive and positive way. It's also the first step in accepting different interpretations without them having to be "AUs" because it promotes critical thinking and acknowledging that Literary Analysis is actually an art, not a science. It's never factual. It never WAS. Literary Analyses (or writing metas/theory crafting as the kids call it these days--like Literary Theory is why it's called Theorycrafting, people!) is all about interpretation of text, and there is no objective way to do so. It's all subjective!

I maintain the sentiment from my theory blog, to my old personal, to this one--No analyses done in good faith are ever "wrong", not unless you are: 1. Doing a meta to hate on something, 2. including bigotry in your meta, or 3. otherwise being malicious (whether intentionally or unintentionally so).

If you correct yourself when you make a mistake (in that you display unintentional malice or bigotry) and aren't actively being an asshole, then any and all interpretations you come up with is correct! So is the person who's come to the opposite conclusions as you. Yes you are both correct. No it does not matter how opposite they are from you. No it doesn't matter if their interpretation changes the whole character from your perspective.

You can dislike it, but accept that it's valid. Move on. Or, maybe analyze the other interpretation with a open mind--maybe you'll actually come to like aspects of it! If you just hate on it without giving it a chance, you'll never know.

So yeah. That's what I'm gonna yap about with this ask. Hope you guys don't mind!

[chokst4r]

˖ ࣪ ✦⠀002ㅤ❛ Baby, I'm drunk, but I love you ❜

haikyuu⠀୨ৎ⠀tsukishima kei & fem!reader

˖ 𑣲 .ᐟ synopsis. You, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi went out for a snack, but you drank too much and Tsuki had to carry you home.

content⠀୨ৎ⠀6,7k wc. sfw. enemies to lovers. light vomiting. alcohol consumption. mdni!

"Is it cold in there? Hmm... Look, it's bubbling," you said with a giggle as Yamaguchi and Tsukishima stared at you with a glass of sake in their hands.

You, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi were a good trio of friends, but you didn't usually see each other much, that's because Tsukishima was a pain in the ass and always teased you with jokes about your height. Let's just say you didn't get along very well.

But Yamaguchi was always there to separate the two crazy dogs who couldn't stand to breathe the same air. However, a few months passed and you started to have feelings for the blond, who you kept under lock and key, so he wouldn't make fun of you, since it was clear he wasn't into you (or at least that's what you thought).

"I've never seen someone talk to a glass of drink." Yamaguchi commented, somewhat impressed.

"That's because this crazy woman is drunk, Yamaguchi." Tsukishima said, pushing the glass away from you, who was a little startled by such action.

"Oh."

"Well, it's getting really late, I need to go home." Tsukishima was about to get up from his chair when Yamaguchi quickly stopped him.

"Wait! But what about her?" Yamaguchi asked, referring to you.

"What's wrong?"

"We can't let her go home alone in this state."

"And what do you want me to do? She drank a lot because she wanted to and I told her as soon as we got here!" Tsukishima said, getting nervous.

"I know, but you know how [name] is! She never listens to you." Tsukishima sighed. "Take her home, Tsukki." Yamaguchi got up from his chair, getting ready to leave.

"I—WHAT? No fucking way!"

"Hurry up, Tsukki! I owe you one!" Yamaguchi quickly ran away from his friends.

A man with a small notebook approached the table, watching you fall asleep, and then turned to Tsukishima. "The bill, sir." He handed him a piece of paper.

"What? He still left the bill for me?!"

Tsukishima carried you on his back down the street towards your house.

On the outside, the boy was serious and shaking with hatred, but on the inside, he was very red from grabbing your bare thighs because of the pleated skirt you were wearing while saying nonsense.

"Look, Tsukki, what's that shiny thing in the sky??", you asked in a somewhat mischievous voice.

"It's the moon.", you replied coldly.

"Wow... I've never seen the moon before..."

"Idiot.", Tsukishima whispered.

"Don't call me an idiot!!!", you said after lightly punching Tsukki in the shoulder.

"Oh, damn it! Look! I'm going to abandon you on the street if you keep this up, do you hear me?!", you shouted stressed.

"WHAT??", you shouted in Tsukki's ear without understanding what he had said.

"What did I do to deserve this?" He whispered again.

Tsukishima soon arrived at his house and opened the door after grabbing his keys from his bag. Kei took you by the arms again, taking you to his room, you sat on the carpet on the floor next to his bed.

"Okay, we're here." He said, wiping his hands and looking around his room. "Since I have nothing else to do here, I'm going to go now."

"Wait!" You grabbed his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Just stay a little longer."

Tsukishima looked at you, and for the first time, he didn't want to make one of his sarcastic jokes at you, he just felt that you wanted to say something. He sat in front of you and stared at you with his hair a little messy.

"Do you want to tell me something?" He asked.

Tsukishima just watched you.

Long minutes of silence were passing, maybe it was the effect of the Sake, or you didn't have the courage to tell him what you felt, because for the first time, you were alone and in your own house, in your own room.

The light was off, the only thing that illuminated your room was the small blue lamp on top of a small dresser next to your bed. The atmosphere was tense and you were sweating, starting to get hot and wanted to get rid of your clothes or just get some fresh air, which was impossible, since all the windows in the room were open, which Kei had opened as soon as he arrived.

"You're so tall..." He said, breaking the silence.

Tsukishima turned his face to give you attention.

"And you only realized now?" He asked sarcastically.

"Idiot..."

You rested your head on the mattress on the side of the bed and couldn't take your eyes off Kei, who also couldn't stop looking at you.

"You have beautiful eyes too..." You declared and Tsukishima blushed at the sudden compliment.

"Did you—"

"Shhh..." You placed your index finger under the blonde's lips who frowned. "Are you listening?"

Tsukishima rolled his eyes trying to know what he should be listening to according to [name]. "What?" He asked muffledly.

"Your heart... is racing." He said, and after a few seconds, you got closer to Tsukishima and put your ear between his covered chest to listen to his heartbeat.

"What are you doing?!" He said blushing.

You didn't say anything, you just stood there for a while.

It didn't take long for Tsukishima to also feel hot about the situation and his eyes widened when he saw that your skirt was raised, showing your white panties. Kei blushed and just reached out to pull your skirt down.

"Look, [name], I think you better take a shower and rest..." He grabbed your shoulders, pulling you away from his body.

"Hm?"

Your faces were close. Too close. Tsukki couldn't stop admiring your eyes, and he could observe closely what he had noticed a long time ago. You are so beautiful. Beautiful even when you lose your mind and have no control over your actions, beautiful even when you are drunk. He couldn't hold himself back, you were too fucking wonderful for him.

Your feelings, which you had kept to yourself, which you thought was impossible for him to have, were coming to the surface. That's it. Tsukki was in love with you. He always had been. And his ridiculous acts of provoking you were to hide it. But now it was too late, he needed you more than ever and couldn't wait to walk down the street holding your hand and hugging you whenever he could.

Kei tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and quickly began to bring your faces closer. It would be the first time you would kiss and he didn't want to miss the opportunity to feel your sweet and beautiful lips under his. Tsukishima didn't give a damn if you smelled like alcohol.

However, you made a strange face and began to move your mouth in a peculiar way. Tsukishima frowned and was startled to see that you had just vomited in his lap.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" He yelled with a disgusted face and more stressed than before.

"Sorry..." You apologized, wiping your mouth.

"I can't believe I'm going to have to give you a bath and to make matters worse, have to stay here until tomorrow." He complained—or not.

© CHOKST4R 2025 ✶ please do not repost/translate/copy my works without permission.

[redux-iterum]

There haven’t seemed to be any strongly neurodivergent coded cats in the story yet (unless I missed them LOL that’s very possible for me), so I was curious! Would their clan mates be more accommodating to whatever they struggle with, or would it be seen more as a personal failure since they don’t have concepts for these things? I know that many end up as seers, but surely others wouldn’t fit in that role too. I know they are very community focused and don’t expect everyone to be good at everything— but would those with social deficits, attention span issues, or sensory issues end up in conflict with their clan mates? Would a clan cat understand tics or stims? I know that it probably wouldn’t be explored in detail in any of the books, since the focus is more on the communities at large than on one or two individual characters like in canon, but I like to make up my own cats with two of my friends based on this lore and I would love to hear a little about how neurodivergent cats interact with their community outside of the seer role!

I'll give you this for now: a major character in the third arc will be neurodivergent. I hesitate to use any specific labels, because these cats don't experience mental disorders or conditions the same way humans do (both for plot and worldbuilding reasons), so I won't be using them except as a comparison. I guess the best I can say is that this character will lean very hard into traits you'll see most often in autism, even if they aren't one-to-one with it. Along the way, as we plot out the second arc, we may add in more divergent characters (or alter characters to be divergent), but I won't declare it as a certain thing, in case we don't or can't get to it.

Now, for the lore questions! I'll give a rundown of the big information here, so we have a main post to link to people when they want more context:

We've mentioned before that conditions that affect the brain are not super easy for the Clans to handle. They can understand a broken leg, but (for lack of a classier term) a broken mind is invisible, and you can't just fix it with licking a wound clean or giving someone prey until they can get up and go hunt themselves. This is mostly in the cases where one hallucinates, or is severely mentally handicapped, or struggles with suicidal thoughts or depression - the Clans do not have therapists or a rank specifically built to handle such issues. The best they often can do is provide physical care and work around these disorders to keep the cat alive and as happy as they can be in the Clans. That doesn't always include becoming a seer.

Gooseleaf was extremely lucky that he happened to be in tune with the spirit world and became a seer apprentice, otherwise his schizophrenic episodes would have landed him in the elder's den as soon as he got his name. There have been plenty of challenged cats (and other disorders are included in this) that were just regular warriors, and some became elders quickly in their lives (though there have been perma-apprentices before, but they're treated as elders are all the same). It all depends on the severity of their condition and how it affects their quality of life.

As far as the Clans are concerned, you do the best you can to contribute to your community, and if you simply can't because you're mentally a kit or beginning apprentice, or you can't do much more than sit there and stare at nothing, then it becomes time for the community to contribute to your survival. Often, this includes retiring someone early, or limiting them to staying near or in camp if a caretaker isn't around. In some cases, these cats do end up going to the Houses - not that anyone wants to do that, per se, but sometimes it's just better to let the apprentice who can't learn basic hunting or fighting techniques go be a kittypet, where they'll be safe and warm and cared for their entire life.

The way a Clan decides if a cat needs to leave the territories entirely is pretty simple: if the cat is in significant enough danger from their issues that they need a guard with them at all times, even when they're in camp, it's just not a life anyone considers worth living. The Clans may have contempt for kittypets, but they're not fools; they know that kittypets live longer than any other class of cat in the known world, and they don't have to struggle. The logic then follows that their challenged Clanmate won't have to struggle either, so it's best to ensure their safety and happiness and take them to the Houses. Not anyone's favorite thing to do, but they consider it for the best.

Now, for less intense disorders, such as cat-ADHD or cat-anxiety (simply referred to as "nervousness"), where the cat can function but just has a few "quirks", no one would probably think twice about them as anything but that cat being that cat. Little Cherrypaw is just a fidgety molly who's easily distracted, she can't help that. Better get her a mentor who can keep her active and help her focus in her best way. Oh, and Ravenkit? Yes, yes, he's scared by default, so let's all approach him carefully and back off when he starts to shake. Hey, don't get upset with Mosstail, she's wandering in her mind again. You know she does that sometimes. Don't shake her, she'll get upset and yell. Just let her come back when she's ready.

The nice thing about Clan life is that the community adjusts to whatever issues crop up as quickly and as well as it can, because they need to work together to survive. This can cause friction sometimes, yes, as we've seen in CL with Bluestar - some things are harder than others to work around. But warriors care deeply for each other by default, and they'll do whatever it takes to keep each other alive and happy. If that means taking extra precautions to keep a wobbly cat standing, or letting an apprentice sprint off their energy until they can come back and focus again, or learning how to speak in sign language with a deaf warrior, then they've got no problems with that.

[jaxrants]

So uhhh, little update on how things are going..

TW: slight vent, m*th mention, drug use, bad mom, bad guardians, age regression, jealousy, I think that's it, please let me know if not

So for those that don't know, I'm living with my grandparents on my stepdads side now because my mom had m*th in her system (again) when we went to court, I'm going to school now, but I sit in a computer room all day, so there really is no sense in me going when I can just do the work at home. My anxiety shit is getting a little better, then immediatly getting worse. My case worker has to give me a full psychological exam, sign me up for therapy, and just it's a whole lot of shit and the damn trauma assessment person is the one that's demanding all of this, so apparently I'm a whole lot more traumatized that I had originally thought.

Onto some things about me and Val:

I am getting more and more attached to her. I can't sleep unless we're otp, and most of the time, unless she hums to me I can't fall asleep. I might be a bit more of an age regressor than I had originally thought. I fully regressed to just baby talk a couple nights ago after a really rough anxiety attack. I'm so fucking happy she loves me. If she didn't, I don't know what I'd do. I'm so fucking happy with her (when my anxiety isn't being a bitch and causing questioning and shit) and I couldn't imagine my life without her. She graduates soon, and she's planning on finding work so that hopefully soon she'll be able to buy us a place and get me out of here. I plan on trying to help as soon as I possibly can. I have also realized just how jealous both me and Val can get too. She doesn't like any of my friends, and I don't like how she talks to one of them. Kassandra is someone who's been super nice to me, but I don't like her and Val talking. I worry Val will end up preferring her over me, as her and Kassandra are close, if not the exact same age, and I'm younger than both of them.

The whole sich with my dad:

He's still trying to get partial custody of me. He and my stepmom send me lots of gifts and stuff. He got me a computer and gave me 50 bucks for my birthday and miss sam just keeps buying me things. She just recently got me a whole lot of nail polish, a Cirkul thermos, and some other stuff. They're really cool.

Living with my grandparents:

It's honestly not all that fun. They constantly force me to go to school when I don't feel well (my voice was completely changed because of some sort of sickness and the still forced me to go), and I had a really bad panic attack at school, they still forced me to go back the next day. When we first got here, grandma had a TV from my uncle mike (from before he passed) and she stuck it in my sisters room at first, then gave it to me. Well, she took it last night because I don't leave my room often and because I don't let my sisters in here to watch it often. Like damn, I'm not being stengy, I'm just having a rough time and want to be alone. So I can no longer watch tv or listen to music when I'm playing like roblox and yandere sim on my computer (it makes the games laggy if I play it from my computer, and I use my phone to text Val, so I can't use it to listen to the music) and it essentially fucked up my entire system of listening to music/watching TV on it, playing/doing school work on my computer, and texting Val using my phone (or using my computer to text Val if I'm playing something on my phone)

School:

So far, I've made around about 10/15 "friends" (I don't know them all that well but say "Hi" if I see them) and lost 1 close friend that I made. (He was really creepy and touchy when I was going though that panic attack at school. At first, I thought that was just how he was with his friends, but it was later determined by his other friends that he was being really weird as he usually doesn't like being touched. He was like rubbing up and down my spine and my side but going just a little too far down. And he grabbed my face [in a way I'd only be comfortable with Val holding my face] and glanced down to my lips one time. I was honestly terrified he was going to try to kiss me. Both me and Val found it weird, and she no longer wanted me talking to him, so I don't).

I'm quite sure that's about everything. OH!! And I'm supposed to be being taken to get my hair cut and dyed here soon. We're doing black with like lilac or lavender, I haven't decided how I want the colors split yet, so if y'all have an idea or something, please lmk.

@purpleeggyboi @salem-the-puppet @blooming-skeleton @luciluck2046 @beecha @caretaleandotherstuff @evry1h8s-me

[i-am-a-chubby-girl]

It was a just more normal day returning of the work for home, but you had to be attacked for a fucking monster, but allright ‘cause you were saved for a man very handsome and hot… a shame that he looked more dangerous than the monster.

Well, I said I wanted to write about Toji and well, I did. It's obscenity, but it's the first time I've written something like this so have mercy on me! Anyway, English is not my first language so forgive me for any mistakes and if anything, point it out to me! I hope you like it and enjoy reading!

Title: Curses, alleys and chests Words: 7491 I wrote this while listening to: It Wasn't me by Shaggy and Rikrok, 'cause I think all of this guy's music has a sexual vibe!

WARNINGS: Mention of blood, attempted rape, you have been warned!

YOU DON’T KNOW HOW long you've been sitting at your desk programming and decoding, your eyes are already getting crossed and dry, your butt is scrunched up in the shape of your chair with old and worn upholstery and you can't even feel your legs anymore, but you still keep on with your work. The only thing that fills your ears is the frantic sound of your typing after all your headphones had broken… again, you rub your eyes trying to get your vision to focus again, now you feel like a fool for having rejected the idea of ​​getting reading glasses, probably your eyes won't be so tired now.

Sighing you stretch like a cat with your back stretched out, you yawn as you look for the analog clock that is always in the same place on the wall, but you always forget about it, the clock is from Naruto of all things, you can't remember who gave it to you, probably one of the nerds in your sector, humph, as if you weren't a nerd when you work creating and reviewing mathematical and digital codes, who could say that there is so much calculation and numbers involved in creating games?

Squinting your eyes you stare at the clock hands and calculate the time mentally, 11:00 PM, you huffed out a laugh, it wasn't that late, it wasn't even past midnight. A frown forms on your round face, something was wrong, the old Mr. Watanabe, who works on the floor above you is very kind and always brings everyone a donut from the shop downtown near his house, and you're sure he's given you three donuts since you started your work day. You pick up your forgotten cell phone on your desk and quickly unlock it. The screen showed that it was five past eleven, but that's not what caught your attention, but the fact that today was the seventeenth of June and when you woke up this morning and got ready for work it was the fifteenth. Have you been working for more than two days without stopping?

When this realization hits you, you start to gather your things as quickly as possible. You weren't going to waste another second in that place. Oh my, it was really lucky that your cat was at a week-long spa. Your little darling would never forgive you for forgetting about him for so long. As soon as you get up from your chair, you feel dizzy and stagger, having to hold on to the table to keep from falling. Okay, you'll never do that again, you promise yourself.

You close your office, courtesy of being the best programmer ever, behind you and walk out into the hallway. — Hey, Jimmy. — You call out to your coworker who sat near your office, he was a typical skinny, freckled nerd with thick glasses who played Dungeons & Dragons in his mom’s basement with his other nerdy, loser friends, that’s how you defined him. — Hey boss. — The guy answers without taking his eyes off the screen. — I’m going home, I won’t be back until next week. — The good thing about being the boss of your own department and being the best employee is that you can give yourself time off. — Well, it’s about time, one more day and I would have thought you were dead.

— Jennifer would like that! — You say with disgust, remembering the annoying woman who works in the marketing department. You don't know why she's always on your case. I mean, more than half of the income in that place is because of you, but even so, that woman seems to hate you like Darth Vader hates everything. Oh my God, you've been here for so long that you're talking like the nerds. There goes your reputation. — Puff! She was already looking for someone to replace you. — Jimmy finally answers, looking at you.

— That bitch! — You say, showing your teeth in anger. — Bye, Jimmy! — You say, forgetting your anger because of the tiredness you felt, you kiss the freckled cheeks of the boy who blushes, ha! You loved tormenting these virgins. You leave your sector laughing out loud, going down to the third floor you hear the voice of that insufferable woman, there she was with a dress that was too tight and short for the workplace, with brushed and straightened hair, wearing more makeup than a streetwalker. — Jennifer. — You say in disgust as the woman turns to you, still keeping her red smile on her face. — Y/N, I didn't know you were there! Don't you think you're working too much?

— Well, not everyone here sucks dicks to make a living, some of us work hard! — You answer with a fake smile on your face, the girl who is with Jennifer can't hold back her laughter, but she stops when Jennifer gives her a deadly look. — I feel a note of envy. — She says trying to come out on top, but that doesn't work with you. — Nah, some of us have talent and don't need to get on our knees. — You say while yawning, if it were any other day you would be boiling with anger, but today your tiredness is so strong that you can't even feel angry at the lame excuse for a demon that is in front of you. — I have talent! — She hisses, her cheeks turning red with anger.

— If you really had talent, you'd be a department manager and not just another employee. — You give her a shit-eating smile. — What's wrong? Can't you handle it? I could have sworn your mouth was big! — You scoff. — If you want, I can give you a little help with… — You pause before making the okay sign in front of your mouth and sticking your tongue out in an obscene gesture. Jennifer gets so irritated that you can see her neck tensing. She screams in anger before stomping out of there. — Good riddance, Judas! — You yell at her as she continues her march. — You did well this time! — The girl who had always been there tells you with a huge smile on her face. You just smile in response since you don’t know who she is. You didn’t bother to record who the other workers in the building were, besides the few who worked in your sector, Mr. Watanabe, who gives you donuts, the doorman who lets you in even when you’re late or after hours, and Jennifer, who is the person you hate the most. — Thank you, I live to please!

You say goodbye to the girl before finally going downstairs. You could use the elevator, but they're always broken or full of nerds you keep your distance from. — Bye, Tanaka-San! — You wave to the bald doorman who responds with a cheerful "bye and see you next time." The streets are cold and you regret leaving your coat and scarf at home. You shrug your shoulders against the cold and continue on your journey.

Yawning, you rub your eyes, feeling the tiredness taking over your bones. Your job was usually easy for you, it was like second nature to you. Games were a hobby that ended up becoming your livelihood, but unfortunately, you had reached a stalemate in your new project. It was something you were used to, an otome game. You were a master at those, but the proposal was not to create just any dating simulator. It had to be aimed at an older audience. You're not that old, but you know very well what they want. Cute moments and beautiful scenes with flowers and sparkles around are even nice, but what they want is sex, lots of sex with strong and hot men.

You're not a prude, in fact you were almost a Casanova, after all what can't a confident skirt-wearing woman do? Sex has never been a problem for you, blink your eyes, lick your lips and let men think they're in charge, they like women who can handle a rougher scene, a little pain, you're not like those skinny girls, they can be rough without fear of breaking you and you like it when they're rude, anyway, back to the subject. Making a game about sex is not a problem for you, the problem is that you haven't had sex in a month, a little more and you could go back to being a virgin.

All your fuck buddies were busy with their jobs or colleges, some of them were in jail or had finally found their soulmate and the only one of them who was available was a mistake you made on one of your wildest drunken nights that would never happen again, come on, the guy had been following you and stealing your underwear, that was a big fat no. You could always go to a bar, a club and try your luck with one of them, but your job has worn you out the last time you tried to invest in someone in one of those places the guy tried to drug you so yeah, no bars either.

Unfortunately, your sexual frustration was making it hard for you to write sex scenes, I mean, you had no inspiration and it was hard to masturbate while working so hard, the story has to be good in your game, but what all degenerates like us want to see in these games are handsome men who are good in bed. You sigh, how you wished a man would fuck you hard until you lost your brains and couldn't even remember your own name and he had to have at least an anaconda between his legs.

You click your tongue, already feeling your anger returning. You rummage through your bag for your cigarettes and find them at the bottom. You pull out your lighter, which is shaped like a Game Boy, a gift from your boss to everyone in your department, and light up your addiction. You wanted to quit. I mean, you were already stuck at a desk at work and lived on fast food, but you had time to cook, and you added cigarettes to that equation. It was almost like attempting suicide. You smoked for the first time after one of your boyfriends offered it to you. At first, it burned and tasted horrible, and you wondered how anyone could put up with that. But then a friend offered it to you. Once you were stuck at a bus stop and the guy next to you offered it to you out of courtesy. Now you buy your own cigarettes from your favorite brand because you can't live without the euphoria of nicotine.

You take a puff of smoke from your cigarette and hold it against your chest for a bit. The burning sensation was helping to ward off the cold. You exhale the smoke and watch it spread in front of you. The Japanese streets are quite busy even though it's late at night, but this was Tokyo, a city full of lights and screens. You were thinking about exchanging your cigarette for caffeine, but it was easier to light up than wait for the liquid to filter and spend $2.40 on a cup of coffee every time. Your stomach chooses this moment to growl.

It's late and you're too tired to go home and just do anything, even instant noodles. Maybe you should stop at a fast food restaurant, but you don't want a burger and fries, much less a pizza. You've been craving sweets for days, so maybe this is the time. Geez, if Jennifer were here, she'd complain and make fun of you, saying that you'd grow as big as an elephant. Too bad for her that you don't care about that.

If you remember correctly, there's a somewhat dubious bakery nearby that strangely stays open during the early hours of the morning. From what you've heard, it has a divine strawberry cake and a decent coffee. It's also somewhat close to the station, if you ignore the fact that you'll have to turn around and walk five blocks to get there. You stop walking and look at the alley next to you. There are rumors going around that some strange guy is attacking women in alleys and they end up dead in the end. You believe it and at the same time you don't believe it.

You approach the alley, up close it looks really dirty and disgusting, it's darker than the dark side of the moon, another yucky nerd reference, and you can hear the sounds of rats crawling around there with their disgusting little paws and disgusting naked tails. Well, after you get past that dirt and sewer devils you only have to take a few steps before you reach your destination. Well, you have your pepper spray and Jack, your taser that you bought after that whole thing with the weird stalker, so if it works for this weirdo it should work for anyone.

Determined, you turn on your heels and enter the alley. As soon as your body is hidden by the shadow of the alley, you feel a strange sensation, as if something is staring at you. You feel your skin tingle as a lump rises in your throat. Suddenly, breathing becomes more difficult. You stagger a little and almost fall, tripping over your feet. You feel cold, not only in your body but deep in your bones. You hug yourself as you swallow hard. You try to walk, but it feels like there are weights and weights tied to your legs.

A tightness in your chest makes you groan and drop your cigarette, which falls to the ground of the alley along with your bag. You cough as you fall to your knees on the ground, something is rising forcefully up your throat. You lean forward as you vomit a lot of blood onto the ground in front of you. Your vision blurs as tears sting your eyes, you stare in horror at the red stain in front of you, with trembling hands you touch your lips and feel the warm, thick thing on them, that on the ground was really your blood. A pressure forces your shoulders down and you spit out more blood. — Cough, cough. — You cough as you cry, feeling the iron taste of blood in your mouth, so was this how you would die?

Right there in the middle of that alley alone vomiting blood, without having sex one last time or finishing that damn game. You clutch your belly when you feel something inside it twist and turn, your poor cat would be an orphan. You had your check-ups and everything was fine so why are you here dying, it was a good time to regret not believing in God, this would be the right time to have someone to curse or bargain with.

A strange noise as if something was coming out of the water catches your attention, with blurred vision and barely breathing you look ahead and turn pale with what you see, coming out of the ground as if it were a puddle of water is the grotesque figure of an octopus man, his dark green skin is disgusting glowing in the dark, his eyes are black balls and a beak appears from under his beard made of mine tentacles.

The thing laughs heartily, making its tentacles swing. — It seems you fell into my trap, foolish human! — He says with gusto, but you didn’t notice he was talking because your head was focused on something else. — Holy shit, it’s Davy Jones! — You say, surprised that you were raving about the octopus man from Pirates of the Caribbean of all things, that was a pretty nerdy thing to do and he was kind of… different? In the movies he seemed cooler.

— I'm not one of your acquaintances, stupid human! — He shouts, getting so angry that small streaks of dark red light come out of him, you roll your eyes, even in your imagination men call women stupid? With difficulty you drag yourself to the wall ignoring your hallucination, you manage to stand thanks to the support of the wall, but even so your legs tremble beneath you. You can do it Y/N, you tell yourself, you don't have time to hallucinate in an alley over a pool of your own blood, you need coffee, sweets, to be fucked and to sleep, and you don't even care about the order, you're not picky at the moment, as long as all that happens that same night, you'll be fine.

You lean against the wall with your shoulder and stare at the octopus man, you rub the blood that stains your chin and say through your teeth because of the pain and dizziness. — I don't feel like fighting with hallucinations or nerdy references, so go fuck yourself and miss me! — You ignore him and try to stand on your legs, but that proves impossible, you were worse than a newborn colt. The octopus man gets irritated, but you don't notice it, too caught up in your mission.

— Don't look down on me, bitch! — The thing screams furiously and then suddenly one of its tentacles runs towards you at the speed of a bullet and wraps itself tightly around your leg, you scream in fright and fall backwards, you can feel the appendage squeezing you while its suction cups stick to your skin. The feeling of that cold and slimy thing pressed so tightly against you makes you sick and gives you chills, but that's how something comes to your mind.

A woman who just broke up with her boyfriend who was cheating on her with her best friend, her parents kicked her out of the house and now she is alone in the dark street while it rains, she decides to take shelter in an alley when suddenly a strange monster appears and starts fucking her with its tentacles, unfortunately the inspiration ended here, you had to have a romantic couple, but that octopus man was too ugly, too horrible and too much of a jerk to even give you inspiration in this part, well, back to part zero.

The tentacle wrapped around you tightens and you hiss, feeling the bone in your leg creak under the pressure. If it continued any longer, your leg would be broken. The tentacle continues to climb up your leg, leaving a sticky line on your skin as it moves to your thigh. You groan in disgust and use your hands to try to get it off you, but other tentacles advance towards you and pull your arms away and pin them above your head.

You try to free yourself, but those appendages are very strong and it's strange because since when can hallucinations be so real? Your eyes watch in horror as another tentacle appears and simply lifts your skirt up, you really should have worn pants to work. Your favorite panties, those pretty and comfortable at the same time, are exposed, the first tentacle rises a little more until it invades your underwear, the feeling of it rubbing against the skin of your intimate part is strange.

You let out a startled moan as the appendage begins to rub against your rim, you scream as it simply shoves itself inside you, it begins to wiggle inside you, that slimy, cold thing deep inside you is a horrible sensation, you try to pull away, but the appendages holding you in place are too strong, the tentacle continues to move in and out at a fast, relentless pace, the wet sounds coming out of your cunt that usually turn you on now disgust you.

— That's it, human, feed me! — The octopus man says with a strange smile on his beak. — I feed on sexual energy and the moment you came in here I knew you would satisfy me! — He says as a pale, slimy tongue comes out to lick his beak. — You must last longer than the others! — Ah, so that's what happened to those women, being fucked by an octopus man to death.

Another tentacle climbs up your body and enters under your shirt, going up to your chest. It squeezes your breast while the suction cup sticks to your nipple. You moan, you don't want this, to get excited by this, but your body misses a sexual touch and wants it. You writhe in an attempt to get free, it's getting too much. The tentacle that enters and leaves you quickly, the other one that squeezes and plays with your breasts and those that squeeze your arms tightly. Tears run down your cheeks. You sob but it was the wrong move because another appendage sticks itself in your mouth and starts to simulate oral sex with you, but this time it wasn't your mistake.

As the tentacle fucks your mouth and you feel the spit accumulating in the corner, you don't even think before closing your mouth and sinking your teeth into it, a rotten taste of its blood fills your mouth, but you don't let go. The octopus man roars in pain, he throws you hard to the side and you hit your head on the wall and end up letting go of the tentacle, you get up and even though your legs are shaking you turn and run, ignoring the thing's curses of pain, but unfortunately you don't get very far.

As soon as you turn around you hit your nose on something really big and hard, you groan in pain as you feel blood start to run from your nose, since when was there a wall right behind you? Were you so dizzy that you didn't even know which way you were running? You groan in confusion and frustration before you start to feel the wall that broke your nose, it's strangely soft for a wall, it's also warm and what is that? You put your ear to it and hear something banging there, what the hell? You spread your hands once more and move them along the wall until you feel a small dip further down and feel what looks like the most defined six pack you've ever seen?

— Have you stopped groping yet? — A hoarse voice interrupts your moment, you are startled when that voice makes the wall in your ear tremble and that's how you realize that it wasn't a wall but a very warm and divine chest. You move away from that piece of paradise with flushed cheeks, you groped a guy in the face and speaking of him, he is simply the most handsome man you have ever seen. Dark hair, pale skin, black and practically lifeless eyes, but none of that could diminish his beauty, not when he was wearing such a tight blouse, even the scar on the corner of his mouth was hot, even your little friend between your legs gets excited agreeing with you.

— Don't get involved in this, sorcerers! — The octopus man shouts furiously. — I saw her first, she's mine! — He waves his tentacles in the air, you almost smile when you realize that one of them is circumcised, but when you see how they swing limply in the air and look like canned sausage, you almost vomit, you don't want to believe that thing was inside you and in your mouth, simply disgusting.

The handsome newcomer doesn't say anything, he just gives you a long look, his eyes going up and down your chubby figure, he was probably seeing all the blood on you, the marks he left on your exposed skin and your disheveled clothes, his eyes linger a little longer on the line of spit still drying at the corner of your mouth, I wonder if he noticed the blood running down your nose that his divine pecs broke. His face wrinkles into a frown and he clicks his tongue. — What a waste! — He says with disgust and you blush at the same time as you get irritated, was he saying that because you were fucked by a scumbag octopus-man or because it wasn't his dick in you?

Tired of being ignored, the octopus man growled angrily and sent his tentacles towards you, you screamed in fear and stumbled to hide behind your handsome and somewhat douchebag savior. The stranger just blinked looking bored as he pulled a sansetsukon out of mid-air, of course you know this because besides playing games you see some friends and have nerdy friends and you're kind of becoming one of them.

— Stay still, doll face! — He says as he positions himself with the gun in his hands, getting hotter than before. You blush at his shamelessness. Who does he think he is to call you nicknames like that out of nowhere? Your cunt leaked happily at the compliment, traitor. He uses his gun to deflect the first appendage that approaches. He turns his body fluidly, which seems impossible for someone with his body. He spins the strange three-part nunchaku and starts to advance, ripping off the tentacles with quick, precise and strong blows. You just stood there, not knowing what was happening. Luckily, that fight didn't last long. It turns out that the octopus-man was a terrible short-range fighter. All it took was a few blows to the face with the gun and he was already on the ground, dead to the world. In fact, that fight was quite disappointing, but at least it lets you see long, thick arms flexed.

Too bad the stranger didn't think so. The handsome guy starts kicking the octopus man's unconscious body angrily, each blow seems stronger and more irritated than the last and in truth, as hot as he was, you had already reached your quota of psychopathic men so you're leaking. — Okay, thanks a lot for helping me and all, you were practical and really nice back there, but my time is up and I have to go so, Au revoir! — You turn around ready to leave there, get your bag and smoke four or five cigarettes while freaking out, but the handsome stranger grabs your arm so hard that you groan, you're almost sure you sprained it.

— Don't even think about it, princess, I don't work for free! — He says looking at you with furrowed eyebrows and you think FUCK! The octopus man's body lying a little far from you makes it very clear that you have no chance with this handsome, muscular man, you have no money, you spent all your salary this month on your debts and paying for the spa for your cat and besides your cell phone and your set of sex toys the most valuable thing in your house is your Levi Ackerman doll and you are not giving your Levi to anyone, that cost a kidney!

— Sorry, but I don't have any money! — You say irritably as you pull your arm out of his grip, it hurts like hell and turns purple almost instantly, but you don't have time for that, your Levi and your cat's pampering are at stake here. — Well, there are always other forms of payment. — The stranger says as his gaze travels over your plump form, lingering on your breasts and hips. — Okay. — You don't even think before agreeing and you can see that he was taken aback by the way a pout formed on your lips and your eyebrows furrow, sexy and cute. Come on, let's be honest, you want to have sex, he wants to have sex, why would you say no? He'll be getting paid and you'll be out of the drought, and your Levi and your cat's pampering would be safe, you were killing several birds with one stone!

The man gives you a dirty smile and before you know it you're against the wall feeling the heat of his body on yours, you can't even react before he dives towards you and attacks your lips. The kiss is neither passionate nor gentle, he slams your mouths together and doesn't even wait before putting his tongue inside your mouth, he searches every corner as if he owned it, he doesn't care about the residual taste of blood still there or what still dries in your nose.

His hands roam your body, squeezing your rolls tightly. He devours you with desire and strength. You scratch his back, needing to do something before the heat of this kiss consumes you. You feel that warmth between your legs and know you're getting excited. He squeezes your waist and you scratch his scalp. Unfortunately, you both need to breathe, but you need more than your partner. You breathe with difficulty, your eyes are dilated while your cheeks burn red. This kiss has managed to finish you off.

Still out of orbit, you watch him kneel down, the way he lowered himself was so fast that you almost thought he had fallen. He doesn't look at you or say anything asking for permission, he just holds one of your thighs tightly, the grip on your leg makes you moan. A finger fits into your panties and pulls them so hard that the fabric tears, you moan sadly, those were your favorite. The stranger pulls your leg and places his shoulder, he turns his face and leaves kisses, licks and small bites on the exposed skin and you bite your hand to stop your moans from coming out too loud. He gives you a look, eyes shadowed by his long, curled eyelashes, before bringing his face closer to your cunt.

You can feel him breathing in your scent, the scent of your arousal, and you blush when you realize that you're practically leaking. — Look at that, all soaked for me, doll face! — He says, and the heat of his breath makes you twitch. You swallow hard. Oral sex wasn't anything new to you, but it wasn't something that happened often either. But now there you were with a hot, handsome man standing on his knees in front of you, ready to put his mouth on you, and it was suddenly too much.

A shiver runs through your body when his tongue licks your folds and you throw your head back with a long moan. After that octopus man, you were very sensitive. Apparently that lick was to test the waters, because after that he doesn't even wait to stick his tongue in your entrance. His mouth moves with strength and confidence. He sweats your folds, his tongue swirls and swirls as it goes back and forth inside you as if he were licking a candy, and it makes you lose your mind. You forget where you are and scream with pleasure. Fuck, the sounds he makes while his mouth eats you are so obscene, you look at him while biting one of your hands, without it you feel like you might lose your mind.

You stick your fingers in his dark hair and pull lightly on the strands, encouraging him to go deeper and deeper. The man makes sounds of pure delight as he sucks in your flavor, it was almost as if he had never eaten anything so good in his life. The liquid from your cunt runs down his cheeks and down his chin until it runs down his neck, but he doesn't even care, very intent on devouring you, he licks you and licks you like a dog and it's so hot, you have to stop yourself from fucking yourself in his mouth, but something tells you that he would like you to sit on his face, but that's a subject for another time. You get lost in the feeling of his tongue invading you and in the wet sounds that escape him and that's when you feel it.

You feel that sensation of something growing in the pit of your stomach, that pressure that grows and grows, your body starts to catch fire. Your breath catches, your cunt clenches around his tongue, your back arches as something tightens in your cervix and you scream as you cum into that handsome stranger's mouth. Your vision explodes into white as the air leaves your lungs, your mouth opens in a silent scream as you continue to send jets and jets into the stranger's mouth who drinks it all with desire like a man in the desert.

You're floating on a post-orgasm cloud when he lowers your leg, you wobble until your back is pressed against the wall, your legs are about to turn to jelly and your head is so far away, in your entire life you've never cum so much from a simple blowjob before, not even after months without sex, you feel something warm running down your nose, your blood pressure probably went up in the middle of the act and your nose is leaking again, but you couldn't care less about that at the moment. The stranger laughs at the way you look airy and satisfied. — Calm down, it's not over yet, princess. —  He says cheekily, you blink confused, your ears feel like they're full of cotton, but even so you think you heard him say it's not over yet, destroying you with his mouth wasn't enough? When you come back to reality he's in front of you with the smile of the cat who got the cream, he squeezes the sides of your thighs tightly and pulls you up. Scared, you simply let yourself be lifted up and wrap your legs around his hips, and it kind of takes your breath away, no one has ever lifted you up so easily before, but after what he did to that octopus man, it shouldn't be any mystery, that face wasn't normal, but it doesn't make you scared, it just excites you.

— By the way, the name is Toji! — He says looking at you with a mischievous and smug smile. — In case you need to scream. — You roll your eyes ready to give him a very naughty answer, but you choke when he simply thrusts himself inside you, you hadn't even noticed when he took his dick out. Toji invaded you without even warning or preparing you, all he had used was his own tongue and saliva, you throw your head back as you scream his name feeling his member stretch you inside, Toji just gives another mischievous smile before starting to thrust into you without mercy.

His thrusts are fast, strong and precise inside you, the tip of his dick always pokes that little spot inside you that makes you see stars, his penis is big and thick and opens you up like a pipe cleaner. Your body rocks against the wall of that alley, Toji is deep inside you, but so deep that your mind starts to turn to jelly, with each stroke of his cock you feel your consciousness leaving you. His mouth bites your neck hard and you moan feeling his teeth marking you, you moan as your toes try to curl inside your leather shoes.

His big hands were squeezing your ass tightly, will he leave marks? You want to know that you will have marks of him on your body, you want to feel him inside you for days on end. One of his hands takes advantage of the fact that your blouse is still open to slip into your bra and play with your breast, his fingers squeeze the flesh there and then squeeze and pinch the tip, making your skin crawl. His hips thrust against you like a machine in a constant rhythm and with the same strength without weakening, the sound of his skin slapping against skin and the wet sounds of his cock entering and leaving you floating in the air, your head is thrown back, you can feel the saliva running down your throat, but you are so lost in the pleasure that you don't even care.

You risk a glance at him and notice how he is biting his lip with his eyebrows furrowed as he watches his own cock disappearing inside you. So fucking hot, you think before reaching out your hands to hold his face, when his glazed eyes focus on you, you pull him in for another kiss, Toji seems to like it because he soon takes control of the gesture and devours your mouth with the same desire as before, your hand pulls his hair and you whimper feeling wave after wave of pleasure.

You bite his lip when the kiss ends, you stare into his eyes clouded with desire and lust and you can feel how his already monstrous cock simply seems to double in size inside you. You can't believe that you're being fucked by a complete stranger in the middle of an alley, your eyes dart to the entrance barely. The alleyway is lit up and you can still see the lights of Tokyo lit up while cars and pedestrians still cross the streets. You should hate this, feel tremendous shame just imagining some of the passersby hearing your obscene sounds and coming to check it out, but the thought of you two being caught fucking like animals in heat only turns you on more. Toji buries his face in your bust, you can feel him licking and biting the skin of your breasts and you just throw your head back moaning like a whore. At that moment you didn't care if someone would catch you with a dick shoved deep inside you, fuck that, Toji was the biggest dick you've ever had inside you, it was burning and burning your insides, but this pain was so good that you were practically bouncing on him. This was the best thing that happened to you after having his mouth on your cunt.

— Look at you, your cunt welcomes me so well! — He whispers in your ear. — What a wonderful little cunt, taking me like that. — He presses you closer to the wall and the speed of his hips increases even more, what an insatiable man. You feel that twinge again and know you're coming a second time. — Toji! — You scream his name as you cum. — Fuck! — He growls as he feels you tightening around his cock and covering it with your cream. His thrusts continue brutally, overexerting you, your cunt practically drooling cum, completely mistreated and fucked.

You can only cry and beg him to stop as he continues to pump himself inside you. Your cunt contracts and contracts on his cock, taking everything he gives with desire. — What a greedy girl! —  He jokes before grunting, putting more force into his hips. You don't even know what you're saying with the post-orgasm cloud clouding your mind, you ask him to stop, skin for him to fuck you harder, you don't even know what you want anymore and that's how less than two minutes after cumming for the second time you come for the third time effortlessly.

Your head falls back along with your arms that hang limply at your sides, it's official, your mind is out, he's fucked you until your brains are fried. Your body rocks up and down scraping against the alley wall in time with his brutal thrusts, your bones no longer exist and all you can do is float in pleasure as you let him use your body as he pleases.

You've never cum so many times in such a short period of time, not even when you were still new to this and the scent of virginity was exuding from you, apparently that was enough. His thrusts start to weaken a little and lose their constant and desperate rhythm and you don't need more to know that he's coming, Toji buries his face in your breasts again and scrapes his teeth against their skin, giving you shivers, you just struggle to keep your legs wrapped around him.

He grunts as he cums as he pumps and pumps cum inside you that paints your insides white, he keeps pushing himself inside you as the wave of orgasm ravages his body. — Toji! — You scream his name as you cum a fourth time with him, but this time you practically squirt on his cock, your whole body trembles in spasms and it feels like all your strength has drained from you. He rests his head on your shoulder as he breathes deeply catching his breath, after being fucked so thoroughly like this his hands itch to light his cigarette and feel the nicotine relaxing his aching muscles, but unfortunately his bag is on the other side of the alley with your cigarettes.

And so it is, with him inside you after being fucked in the middle of a dark and smelly alley with the carcass of an octopus-man a few meters away from you while your mind is puree you have an epiphany. Your protagonist does not know the truth about the world, while she walks down the streets with her head down after being betrayed and thrown out on the street she finds the first truth she does not know. The cruel tentacled monster that attacks her to feed, she cannot run or scream, and when all seems lost she is saved, not by the knight in shining armor but by a guy in leather who looks like a mercenary.

Terrified and scared in the alley she thinks it's all over, but it's not, her savior is not a hero, he doesn't do charity, he has no home and no money so how is she going to pay her debt? A deal is made in the alley as the handsome stranger buries himself inside her, she will be a warm hole for him, a source of relief, always cute, sweet and ready to take him anywhere and as this sex contract unfolds the attraction turns into passion and this passion burns to the point of becoming love and then they fall in love in the midst of monsters and others who want to see them separated.

And here was your otome game with a story, a hot man and lots and lots of sex. Toji finally pulls out of you with a slippery sound and pulls you off his lap. It doesn't take long for his cum to start running down your legs like a sticky white waterfall. As soon as you no longer have Toji or the wall supporting you, your legs tremble and give out beneath you, before you know it you're falling forward, but luckily the man catches you, okay, in fact you end up falling with your face buried in the middle of his chest again, but at least this time it wasn't hard enough to break your nose again and are you really going to complain? Those breasts were divine!

— This again? — Toji says as he watches you continue with your face buried in him. — If you keep this up, I'll charge you. — His tone was free of any emotion and you didn't know him well enough to know if he was lying or not, although a part of you said that he would be quite capable of charging you. — I'm sorry if your breasts are delicious and gravity doesn't help me! — You say muffled as you still keep your face in his chest.

You stare at him keeping your cheek pressed against his chest, you still feel your cheeks flushed from sex and you know that your whole face is still stuck in the expression of someone who has been very well fucked, in fact you still feel the effects of his cock on you and it is simply perfect. Toji stares at you looking deadly serious and this lasts for a while before he simply lifts you under your arms and throws you over his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes.

— Wait, what are you doing? — You ask as he simply walks out of the alley and into the bright and busy Tokyo street, this attracts the gaze of some people in his direction. — You made me hard again so you're going to have to solve this. — He shrugs with you still on top of him. — Only it'll be in bed this time. — Toji starts whistling as if he was walking in the park.

— What? — You blink confused. — No, wait! My bag is there! — You scream but the man simply ignores you. — Toji, come back now, I need my bag! — You try again but he keeps walking. — Toji! — You scream irritably as you hit his back and this gets his attention, but all he does is slap your ass hard making you let out a scared moan. You just stare at the alley moving away while your bag remains in the alley and inside it the most important thing in your life. — My coupons! — You whine.

[anxiousthoughts365]

I’ve been seeing your drabbles pop up under the drarry tag and I’m ~obsessed~ with the way you write them! If inspiration strikes, could you write either Harry or Draco being the other’s 8th year secret admirer? 🤭

Ah thank you, I'm glad you've been enjoying them! Of course, here you go!

~🐍Drarry⚡️& 8th Year Secret Admirer ~

No warnings apply

'But I just don't understand,' Harry muttered into his tea, frowning down at the parchment in his hand. It was the third letter he had received that week that held a similar message, and with each newly delivered note, he had only become more and more confused. 'Who could possibly be sending me these? It must be the same person, because the hand writing's the same ... What do you guys think?'

He glanced up to find Ron and Hermione staring across the Gryffindor dining table at him with scarily similar pained expressions on their faces. He raised an eyebrow at them both in silent question, and bit back an irritated sigh when they looked at each other significantly.

'Was I ever honestly this oblivious?' Ron asked, his voice heavy with exasperation.

'Do you want a list?' Hermione quipped, and without even waiting for a response, she continued, ticking the items off on her ink-stained fingers as she went, 'Lockheart, The Yule Ball, the whole Krum saga really, Lavender, the Forest of -'

'Yeah, yeah, alright,' Ron grumbled, waving a large freckled hand dismissively at his girlfriend before turning back to Harry and leaning forward over the table. 'Come on, mate. You seriously can't think of one person that it might be? You know, maybe someone who's been trying to get your attention for years now?'

'But there's -'

'If you say that there are lots of people trying to get your attention right now, I will hex you into next week,' Hermione groaned, rubbing at her temples agitatedly. Harry huffed, scowling at his best friends, and watched as Hermione shot Ron a pleading look. His jaw dropped when she wheedled, 'Can't I just tell him?'

'You two know?!' he yelped, then grimaced and glanced around them to see if he had inadvertently attracted anyone's attention. When it seemed that nobody was paying the trio any more notice than usual, he turned back to his friends and stared at them accusingly.

'Of course we bloody know!' Ron muttered around a mouthful of toast. He swallowed before adding with a pointed look at Hermione, 'But we agreed that we shouldn't interfere in this, that you need to find your own stupid, tedious way to this person, because it will be enough of a drama as it is when you finally connect the dots without us getting mixed up in it. Right, 'Mione?'

'Fine,' Hermione pouted, but her expression cleared surprisingly quickly when Ron pressed a cup of coffee into her hands and an appeasing kiss to her cheek before returning to his toast. Harry rolled his eyes, but he couldn't find it in himself to be truly annoyed with his friends. They'd fought alongside him for years, after all. They deserved to be this head-over-heels, overtly romantic with each other. At least for a little while.

If only he could figure out who was sending him these love notes. Maybe then he might have a chance of experiencing a little of their happiness for himself.

Harry sighed, and glanced up and across the hall, in the direction of the person that he secretly hoped the letters were from. He froze when he found that Draco Malfoy's sharp, silver eyes were already locked on him, and he was surprised to see the Slytherin turn a rather attractive shade of pink as he looked away, ducking his head to his own meagre breakfast in an attempt to avoid Harry's gaze. He blinked, and looked back to Ron and Hermione, who were both watching him carefully.

Whatever expression was on his face made Ron breathe, 'Bloody hell, I think he's finally realised.'

[aubins]

i don't want anything that you don't, she says.

it's sweet of her. kind of her. maybe the most consideration anyone's ever had of them. but it's not an answer. the frustration rises automatically, like it always does, when they are faced with a conundrum they cannot solve. they can't help it. everyone wants something; yuri is good at giving it to them. for what is a mockingbird's worth? only what they can offer to others. to the denizens of abyss, it is their protection. to the men in their gang, it is gold in their pockets and food on the table. every corrupt noble and evil bastard they've schemed against, they have twisted their body and their words to fit the mold required of them.

people are essentially selfish—no matter how they mask it, that is the most base truth. and so, if you know what they want, offer it to them like a carrot on a stick, then you can lead a horse to water and make it drink.

can't your happiness be valuable enough? she asks of the boy who is ready to burn down alongside this world to build a better one. will it ever be, in this world? they want to ask in return. because they had been happy, once. a family, whole in his mind, as he hummed along to his mother's voice while the elder taught him his letters. a garden, sacred in his memories, as two children stifled giggles beneath the cover of shrubbery while waiting for the coast to be clear.

but all the happiness in the world couldn't stop the plague from knocking at their door and taking the elder away. all the happiness in the world couldn't line their pockets with the gold they needed to help their sick mother. it was yuri who left home to find help; yuri who put a knife to the throat of their dearest friend for gold; yuri who plots and schemes to keep everyone safe and makes the abyssian children that look up to them for it promise that they will never grow up to be like them.

and still, a mother welcomes them home without question, no matter how long and far away they drift. a girl offers her heart to them again and again, no matter the threat of a knife. a little kid still smiles at yuri every time they pass her in abyss with the same admiration in her eyes. everyone forgives yuri—everyone except themself, because they know that most base truth.

“i'll hurt you again,” they say, and they'll never forgive themself for it no matter how many times she does. if she wants them to be themself, then this is what they are: a wounded animal that lashes out when it's afraid. “worse than a knife to your throat.” she sees them and sees them and sees them, so why can't she see this? bernadetta deserves care; yuri doesn't. that is the difference.

still, they meet her gaze. they have no choice—how could they ever look away?

“is that what you want?” they murmur. “i'm not a good thing in this world anymore. all i do is take.” because people are essentially selfish. yuri is too. but they want to mean it, and yuri leclerc never can, and...

and.

and so regulus kisses her, because maybe it can be that simple again if they pretend. because they want to mean it. just once, even if never again.

but it can't last. nothing in their life ever does, not even a name. it's their turn to pull away, just a fraction. so they can look her in the eyes one last time before they let go of her hands to put theirs on her shoulders and gently push her away. and they promise, “i'll hurt you again. you can't forgive me forever—i won't let you. you deserve better than that.”

go, they say. this is the last good thing i know how to give you, and even this is for myself. because it's a promise they know they will inevitably keep, an eternally self-fulfilling prophecy. even if yuri doesn't hold the blade, someone else will. the savage mockingbird is a wraith with no name, but plenty of enemies to spare. and they can't stab a ghost when it won't bleed.

but bernadetta still can.

so they press the hilt of the knife back into her bloodied hands and guide the blade to their heart. strike here to make me bleed, they tell her. hurt me first. make it quick.

because a caged bird never sings, but an unshackled one does. so, this time, they'll make sure to lose the key for the good.

*⚘ crimes one and two

⠀ continued. ⚘ ethereal ball 2025 ⠀