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you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.
but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.
i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.
so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.
you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."
i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"
"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.
i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.
and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.
you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."
"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."
you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.
i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"
"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."
"do i die?"
you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."
"oh."
"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."
i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.
i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.
"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."
i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.
you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."
"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.
you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."
"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.
i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."
you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."
"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."
"you could always die, to be fair."
i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"
"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."
i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."
"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."
i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"
"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."
i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push my heel into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"
i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.
"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."
you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.
you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.
i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.
#warm up#prose#i just realized that there's a horror film in there about being someone NOT in a loop.#if i wanted to make it longer i'd have them come back like SUPER battered and hellish.#on round like 999#like halfway through lunch like - YOU . I LOVE U . IM SORRY . I RUINED IT BC I LOVE U CANT U SEE THAT#but like. yeah man what happens when someone else in control of ur destiny#what happens to all the versions of u that DO die...#i also wanted a pre-redemption time looper - this person#(who in my brain is they/them)#is absolutelyyyyyy toying with the narrator bc the time looper is caught up in like#an emo angsty '' i can't have what i want bc i ruin things'' self harm spiral#and like literally the way out of that spiral is to TRY bud.#but this is a person pre-redemption. still kind of an ass. still not really listening to her#still a little bit ignoring that they kissed someone 3 days ago#still KNOWS she likes them and DOES like her back. but is just too chickenshit still.#we're talkin that person we've ALL dated that's like ''i can't be with u anymore bc i am Too Broken and I Can't Stand Hurting U"#... i imagine they grow up tho. eventually.
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Mom Friend - Kenma (Angst-ish)
âYou donât love me and Iâm being really brave about it.â
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The air is soft and cool, like a blanket made from silk. You take it as a good sign, smile up at the traffic sign above you like itâs a flower or an ornament.Â
How silly that love can make ordinary things bloom.
Tonight you feel good in your clothes. No need to worry about tomorrow.Â
Your phone buzzes in the pocket of your jacket but you donât want to pull it out right now. You want to stay in the moment, right here, enjoy that buzzing feeling inside of you.
Maybe tonight, you think. Maybe tonight something will happen.
Youâre not insecure, not questioning, not doubting anything.Â
Just waiting, patiently, for something that sure will come.
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You spot him first, head buried in his hoody, eyes on the phone in his hand.Â
Knowing Kenma, heâs playing a game to pass the time.
You donât wave, but keep your eyes on him as you come closer. Itâs rare that you get to enjoy that sight for yourself, that you can watch without being watched.
Heâs pretty. Always has been, you think, even though youâve only really had a chance to befriend him lately. But youâve seen the pictures, and besides, you canât imagine him being anything but.
Just a few more steps to go but he raises his head and spots you without hesitation, the pupils of eyes growing smaller.
Youâve read about it, you canât help but think. How the size of oneâs pupil tells about their attraction.Â
A first seed of doubt begins to sprout but you push it down with a well-practiced smile.
âHi,â you greet him, your voice weirdly breathless. Youâre not that out of shape, he just does that to you. Do you shake his hand? Hug him?
He makes no move to greet you other than a quiet nod so you think thatâs it and push down the disappointment. Kenma hugs Hinata.Â
Well, everyone hugs Hinata, you tell yourself, and look for something to say.
âAre we early?â
âNo,â he dips his nose deeper into his hoody. âKurooâs not coming.â
âO-oh,â you pull out your phone to check. Heâs right. The message is there, in the group chat. Right below it is another one, from Hinata.
âCanât make it tonight, sorry guys. Rain check?â
âShould we-?â
âIâm going to watch the movie,â Kenma interrupts you, voice level. He doesnât sound angry, or annoyed, or even bored, he just⌠sounds. Is flat the right word for it?
âOkay?â
His eyes, big and round and golden, move toward you and back to the sign above the door. âYou can join me if you want.â
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The movie isnât bad. You like action movies, even the dumber ones. Thereâs a reason why Hinata still invites you to these hangouts, after all.
But you know youâre missing a crucial part of knowledge about the game this movie is based on.
There are jokes you donât get that leave Kenma chuckling to himself and you canât help but wonder what he thinks of you. Does he know youâre- Well, he has to, right?Â
You know heâs a little more on the shy side. Or, not shy, but more⌠private?Â
Maybe this is his way of getting a date with you?
The thought electrifies you.
But no. Kenmaâs not acting like a guy on a date. Heâs not sharing his food with you, has not even tried to pay for yours or initiate any conversation so far.Â
If youâd have to describe it, it would be like⌠getting to come along with your big brother.
Your face twists into a scowl. That is not the kind of thing you want to associate with Kenma.
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âDo you wanna eat something?â You ask once you leave the cinema, dust your clothes off and get rid of the last remnants of popcorn and stray skittles.Â
Kenma hesitates for a second.
âYeah, why not?â
You follow him out of the Cinema and down the street.
The wind is soothing on your warm cheeks. A couple walks down the street, facing you. Your heart squeezes tight when the guy swings their joined hands.
As they pass, Kenma steps out of their way, bumping into you.Â
He does not apologize.
It feels like a sign. A different one this time.
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The restaurant is small but private and Kenma finds a booth at the back, orders like someone whoâs been here before. You need a little longer to figure out what you want but then thereâs nothing else to do but wait.
Kenma pulls out his phone, looks at the unlit screen and puts it face down on the table.
âDo you have a crush on me?â
His voice is even, like heâs reading from the menu and it takes you a second to register the meaning of the words.
Your mouth opens, but you canât bring yourself to say it.Â
Nonetheless, your silence is answer enough. Your eyes fall back down to the table.
âIâm sorry,â Kenma mutters and thereâs almost warmth to his words now.
He says nothing more for a while and you swallow a bout of tears thatâs threatening to spill.
Silly you, you think.
Doubts and insecurities raise their ugly heads.
âKuroo thought you might be into Shouyou,â Kenma starts anew. When you look up heâs staring out the window. âCuz youâre always mothering him.â
âIâm not-â
âYouâre like Kuroo, in that way,â Kenma adds on, as if heâs not hearing you. âAlways bothering people. You bring extra water bottles and extra pain killers and a snack in case someone gets hungry and you remind them of their appointments.â
Your fingers clench around the utensils that are useless without any food but you need to hold onto something real if you want to survive this.
âWhy are you telling me this?â
Golden eyes turn back to you and you wonder how it has taken you so long to realize that gold is not warm. Gold is a metal, heavy and cold, and not at all made for cuddling.
âShouyou is my friend,â Kenma points out. âHe doesnât mind being mothered.â
âSo?â
âYouâd do better with a partner that likes that part of you. We all want-â He stops for a second, the first time youâve seen him hesitate. âItâs not good if you have to change who you are for a relationship to work.â
âYou could have just said youâre not interested,â you point out, petulance winning over the hurt. Or maybe the hurt is triggering it.
Kenma blinks slowly. âI am trying to be a good friend here.â
âWhoâs friend?â
He opens his mouth to answer but the food arrives and he pulls back again, stares at you silently, like a cat stalking its prey.
âIâm not good at verbalizing my thoughts,â he begins again when the server has left. âYou remind me of Kuroo in some way. I think-â He hesitates again. âIf you want a partner that you can mother, you should try dating Shouyou.â
âI donât want to date Hinata.â
Kenma sighs. âYou could try Kuroo but I think-â
Your chopsticks dig into your hands as you interrupt him, pointing them at him like a weapon. âStop it,â you hiss. âYouâre not interested and thatâs it. You donât need to push me into someone else's arms like Iâm something too valuable to throw away but not valuable enough to actually cherish.â
His face goes slack. He tries to speak again but you turn your face away and begin eating, stuffing your face with a pace that canât be healthy but you just want to get out of here, out of this conversation.
Quiet settles. Your cheeks sting as if sensing the coming tears. But you donât cry.
You finish first and get up, squeezing the handle of your purse so tight in your hand that it hurts.Â
âThe bill is on me,â you tell Kenma. âHave a good night.â
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part 2 is coming tomorrow
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âMovie Nightâ
Summary: If only life was like the movies. For years, youâd flirted with the idea of something more with Trent, your brotherâs best friend. You'd always danced around the edges of something more with him, sharing flirty moments that felt like scenes straight from the cinema. You had been silently desperate for the main character of your lifeâs film to finally get the boy but you knew moments like that were saved for Hollywood. The lines were clear; you were always going to be his mateâs little sister. So what happens when you go off script? In a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and stolen moments, you're left wondering: will you and your brother's best friend get the happy ending you've been waiting for, or was it never meant to be more than a fantasy?Â
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Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI [ smut, slight mention of dv, loss of a parent, drinking - not sure what else really⌠if i miss anything please lmk!
Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series!
Disclaimer: No one is crazy about him atm, me included, so this is strictly for my readers and my readers only. I donât condone his behavior at all -Just let me finish out this fic please. Donât come for me. Iâm only a girl with a google doc whose spent hours upon hours and days on end on this fic
Chapter 11 - 'She's Something' | âMovie Night'
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The early morning light filtered through the blinds in soft streaks, casting a warm glow over the room. The house was silent, the kind of stillness that only exists just before the world begins to wake. You stirred awake, blinking against the gentle light, and for a moment, you simply watched Trent sleep. His features were relaxed, his breathing steady, his arm lazily draped across the bed where you had been moments before. The sight made your chest ache, but in the sweetest way. He was perfect. Slipping out of bed as quietly as you could, you padded to the kitchen, the cool tiles beneath your feet making you shiver slightly. The space was dimly lit, the morning sun not quite reaching it yet. You moved with purpose but also with care, opening drawers and cabinets softly, grabbing what you needed to make breakfast. The sound of eggs cracking broke the silence, followed by the gentle hiss of butter melting in the pan. You whisked the eggs, your movements rhythmic and calming, the act of cooking grounding you in the moment. The scent of fresh coffee brewing mingled with the faint, lingering traces of Trentâs cologne still on your skin, making you smile. You set the table quietly, plates arranged just so, and folded a napkin absentmindedly. As you reached for the coffee pot, pouring it into two mugs, you felt a presence behind you. Before you could turn, warm arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest.
âWow,â Trent murmured, his voice deep and gravelly from sleep. âI thought Iâd get a cuddle this morning, but thisâŚâ He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder. âThis might be better.â You tilted your head back to look at him, his eyes still half-lidded but shining with warmth.Â
âI was hungry,â you teased, laughing softly as his hands tightened slightly around your waist. âLast night was genuinely a work out.â You giggled.Â
âYeah?â he said, his voice soft but laced with amusement. He leaned in, pressing his lips lightly to your temple, his warmth chasing away the slight chill from the morning air. âYou look so good in the morning, you know that?â
âI look the same,â you replied, a small laugh escaping as you turned back to the pan, flipping the eggs.
âNah,â he countered, his voice dropping lower as his fingers brushed lightly against the curve of your hip. âYou donât. Youâre just⌠soft. Sexy but softer,â he added, his tone earnest and just a little teasing. You rolled your eyes, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face.Â
âYouâre just saying that because I made breakfast and youâre trying to make sure someâs for you,â you said, though your voice lacked any real conviction. He hummed in response, his lips brushing against the nape of your neck.Â
âNo,â he whispered, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. âI mean it.â For a moment, you just stood there, wrapped in his arms, the warmth of the stove in front of you blending with the heat radiating from him. âBut some is for me though, right?â He asked cheekily and you hummed in response just the same as he did before you both fell into a comfortable silence. The quiet intimacy of the moment felt like a gift, something that needed no words or grand gestures to make it feel special. As you moved to plate the eggs, Trent turned you gently, guiding you to face him.Â
âLeave it,â he said softly, taking the spatula from your hand and placing it on the counter. âBreakfast can wait a minute. Câmere, baby.â He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss that made the room seem even quieter, the world beyond it fading entirely. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed lightly over your cheek as if he couldnât help but touch you.
âYou really think I look good in the morning?â you asked shyly, your voice barely above a whisper. He smiled, his gaze locked on yours, full of something deeper than just affection.Â
âI think you look perfect,â he said simply, his sincerity wrapping around you like a second set of arms. And as the morning light poured in, soft and golden, you couldnât help but feel that maybe, just maybe, this was what happiness felt likeâquiet, warm, and impossibly sweet.Â
The morning sunlight continued to spill softly through the windows as Trent sat at the kitchen table, quietly devouring the breakfast youâd made. You stood nearby, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve of his shirt you had on, feeling a little shy as you tried to muster up the courage to ask him something. It felt strangeâawkward, evenâto invite him into something so meaningless yet so personal to you. But after the night youâd shared and the ease that had returned between you, it felt like the right thing to do.
âHey babyâŚâ You paused. âWould you maybe⌠LikeâŚâ You took another deep breath in an attempt to try to sound more sure of yourself. âDo you want to go for a drive with me?â You finally asked, your voice hesitant. Trent paused mid-bite, looking up at you with a slight tilt of his head, encouraging you to keep going. âYouâre off, and I usually like to go to Formby.â You stumbled over the words, feeling ridiculous as they tumbled out of your mouth. Trent set his fork down, his warm gaze settling on you.Â
âYeah? What do you do there?â he asked, curious and gentle, his mouth quirking up in a half-smile. You felt your cheeks warm as you struggled to explain.Â
âI donât know⌠I just go. Itâs grounding. It helps me reset, I guess,â you admitted, unsure if heâd understand. But he didnât push for more.
âIâll go regardless, pretty girl,â he said with a playful smirk, âjust was curious.â You couldnât help the smile that spread across your face, his easy going nature putting you at ease. Slowly, you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him from behind, your chin resting on his shoulder. He was warm, solid, and smelled faintly of the cologne heâd sprayed on after his shower. Trent leaned back into your embrace, his hand resting on your arm as he finished chewing. âYouâre good,â he murmured reassuring you, his voice soft. âOkay, if I finish breaky first?â You hummed in agreement, the sound of his voice and the comfort of his presence washing over you. Then, to your surprise, Trent turned slightly in his chair, gently tugging at you. Before you knew it, you were perched on his lap, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. âPerfect. Now I can eat and hold you,â he teased, grinning as he grabbed his fork again. You laughed, tucking your head into the crook of his neck
 âMultitasking at its finest,â you joked back, though your heart was swelling with how easy and affectionate he was with you. For a moment, you stayed like thatâwrapped up in each other, the world outside the house feeling like it didnât exist. Youâd never imagined that someone like Trent, someone so chaotic yet grounding, could fit so seamlessly into your quiet moments like this.
âAlright,â he said after a final bite, placing his fork down with a soft clink. He kissed the side of your head, his lips lingering just long enough to send a shiver down your spine. âLetâs get to Formby, yeah?â You smiled against his shoulder, nodding.Â
As you stood in Trentâs room, rifling through the bits of clothing heâd left scattered on the bed, you came to a realizationâyou didnât have anything to put on. A Yves Saint Laurent mini dress was hardly something that you wanted to sit on a cold north western shoreline in. You sighed, holding up one of Trentâs jumpers, oversized and impossibly soft, the faint scent of him clinging to the fabric.you shook your head trying to get away from your nagging thoughts.Â
âIf I wear this, will I look as cool as you?â you teased, turning to face him with a playful smile. Trent glanced up from his phone, his brow raising as he looked you over.Â
âNah⌠probably not,â he replied with a sly grin, leaning back against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Feigning a look of hurt, you clutched the jumper to your chest.
âWow,â you said, your voice dripping with mock offense. He chuckled and pushed off the frame, walking over to you.Â
âIâm kidding. Youâre much cooler, baby,â he admitted, his grin softening as he watched you pull the jumper over your head. You tugged it into place, the hem hitting your thighs as the sleeves engulfed your hands.
âI like this though,â you murmured, adjusting the neckline and pulling it close to your skin. It was comfortable, yes, but it was more than that. It felt like him, and you didnât want to take it off. âCan I wear itâŚjust to the beach?â You asked. Trent hummed as his gaze lingered on you for a moment, his expression shifting into something softer.Â
âCourse. It suits you,â he said quietly. You smiled at his words but couldnât ignore the thought that gnawed at the back of your mind. You wanted to keep it, to have this piece of him to carry with you. But it wasnât like with anyone elseâthis wasnât some casual boy whose clothes you could wear home without question. If you showed up at your house in Trentâs jumper, Jack would undoubtedly have something to say. Trent mustâve seen the flicker of hesitation in your eyes because he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently tug at the oversized sleeve. âI know, pretty girl. Weâll figure it out,â he offered simply. You wanted to ask âhow?â so badly, to use this one small thing to help define and clarify your entire relationship. The weight of reality had settled over you like a shadow, the stark reminder of everything complicated about the two of you neatly tucked between moments when it felt like things might finally be working.
âOkay,â you whispered softly, your fingers curling around the hem. You looked up at him, his dark eyes holding yours in a way that made your chest ache. Slowly, you nodded. As you smoothed down the fabric, Trent reached out and tilted your chin up gently with his fingers.Â
âOkayâ he murmured, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, âday by day. Yeah?â He knew that this was more than just some silly jumper. He understood how much this hurt but thatâs all you could do, go day by day. To rush it wasnât smart. It didnât make sense. You rolled your eyes, your heart lighter despite the weight of everything else.Â
âObviously,â you teased, your voice softer than before. And with that, you grabbed your bag, ready to leave pulling the sleeves over your hands feeling like it was something far more significant than just a piece of clothing. Something that tethered you to him, even as the rest of the world threatened to pull you apart.
The beach stretched out in front of you, a vast expanse of cold, pale sand meeting the endless blue-grey of the sea. The wind was brisk but refreshing, carrying the tang of saltwater and the soft cries of distant gulls. You and Trent sat on a low sand dune, the world around you quiet save for the rhythmic crash of waves breaking against the shore. You pulled his jumper over your hands again and dug your barefeet into the sand. Trent shifted beside you, his hands buried in his pockets for warmth. He glanced at you and opened his mouthâŚ
âSo, what doââ He began to speak. You stopped him gently.Â
âT, itâs okay.â your voice was soft but certain. He furrowed his brow, confused for a moment, and you turned to look at him, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. âI know you say I yap during movies,â you teased lightly, âbut you yap during moments.â You cooed gently. His mouth curved into a sheepish grin, your voice was quieter now, almost carried away by the wind. âItâs okay to just sit here and breathe.â You gestured to the horizon with a tilt of your head. âBe in the air, take in the sights, really listen to the sounds. Just⌠reset, you know?â Trent didnât respond right away. He turned his attention back to the waves, the tension in his shoulders easing as he absorbed your words but you felt like you needed to explain yourself. âI just need to sit sometimes,â you added, pulling your knees to your chest and hugging them close. Your gaze swept over the sea, the endless ebb and flow grounding you in a way nothing else could. Youâd come to the seaside once a month at least since your mum passed. Your dad used to bring you. You wouldnât talk much but it just gave you two the space you so desperately needed. But even after he stopped going, you kept coming. It felt like home, a place you needed when your house at the time felt so empty. Trent shifted closer, his knee brushing against yours. He didnât speak, and for once, neither did you. The silence wasnât empty; it was fullâfull of the crash of the waves, the rustling of the grass behind you, and the occasional whistle of the wind. You tilted your head to glance at him, and his profile was soft against the muted light of the overcast sky. His lips parted slightly, as if he were about to say something, but then he stopped himself. Instead, he leaned back on his hands, letting his eyes drift back to the horizon.
âReset,â he echoed quietly, almost to himself. You smiled to yourself, turning back to face the waves, letting the cold air bite at your cheeks as the two of you simply sat there. The weight of the world felt lighter, here on the sand dunes, just the two of you, sharing a moment without needing to fill it with anything more than what it already was. The quiet enveloped you again, the wind whistling softly through the dunes, but soon Trentâs question broke the stillness. âBaby⌠what did your mum want you to tell me?â he asked gently, his voice careful but steady, his eyes fixed on you. Your breath caught in your chest, and you felt your heart skip. He felt it last night, you felt it last night, those three words looming. That lingering feeling that stemmed from the book you tried to give him when you attempted to end it all. Of course, heâd ask. It was ominous in a way. Your mum urging you to âtell Trent.â But last night, your first date, you both could feel the words rising in your throats, they were desperate to come out. The love was so obviously there and sleep hadnât cleared any of those feelings away. Trent had a way of seeing through you, even when you tried to bury things deep. The truth lingered just behind your lips, but now didnât feel like the moment to release it.
âErmâŚâ you stalled, looking down at the grains of sand shifting beneath your hands as you thought. âI think she just wanted me to be brave with you,â you finally managed, your voice soft and unsteady. âI donât think it was anything too specific.â It wasnât a lie. But it wasn't the truth, and you both knew it. You loved Trent for years and long before this happened even your mum could see that. Trent just couldnât be the one to cross that line. He couldnât do it to Jack, he couldnât put you in that position, he needed you to do it, needed to hear you say it. The look in his eyes told you he could see right through the veil of your words, but he didnât press. Instead, he hummed softly, acknowledging the lie but choosing to let it rest for now.
âI remember once,â you began, your voice somehow even quieter now, as if sharing a memory you rarely spoke about, âI told my mum about how nice you were to me one afternoon. We were teenagers, and you bought me a hot chocolate while at a christmas market.â You smiled faintly at the memory, as Trentâs thumb brushed over your arm absently. âShe asked me if I told you that. How much it meant.â You cooed.
âDid you?â He turned to look at you, curious. You shook your head with a small, rueful laugh.Â
âNo. When I said I hadnât, she told me, âEveryone likes to know theyâre⌠appreciated.â I still think about that now.â You could hear your mumâs voice as you spoke her words. She didnât say âappreciatedâ though, she had said âlovedâ but you couldnât get that word out. His lips curved into a soft smile as you glanced at him. âI wish Iâd taken her advice then,â you admitted, the weight of your words carrying something more. âI wish I told her more. I wish I told you more.â You sighed. You lowered your eyes, the guilt of unsaid things knotting in your chest.Â
âBabyâŚâHe exhaled as his arm tightened around you, pulling you closer as he pressed a kiss to your temple. The warmth of his lips against your skin made your eyes sting with tears. âItâs okay,â he murmured against your hair, his voice barely above a whisper. âI knew⌠and she definitely knew.â The words settled in your heart, bittersweet but comforting. You leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder as the waves crashed in the distance. Neither of you spoke again for a while, but his arm stayed firmly around you, a silent promise that in this moment, you werenât alone.
The drive away from the beach was quiet, but your mind was anything but. The ache in your chest was sharp and persistent, the kind that comes from confusion and longing tangled together. You loved Trentâyou knew you loved him. So why couldnât you just say it? Unfortunately, you knew why. You were terrified he didnât feel the same. Terrified that once the words were out, the delicate balance youâd built together would crumble.
As the car came to a stop in his driveway, you peeled off the jumper youâd borrowed, the familiar fabric suddenly feeling too heavy on your skin. It hurtâgiving it back hurtâlike you were handing over a piece of him that you werenât sure youâd get to keep. Trent wasnât sure what to say because there was nothing to say to fix this⌠there were only things he could do to fix it. Trent turned to you, his eyes soft but filled with unspoken things. He didnât take the jumper from you immediately, instead reaching out to pull you toward him, his hand firm on your hip. The motion was gentle but insistent, and before you could think, his forehead was pressed to yours.
âIâm gonna make us work, okay?â he said, his voice low and steady, a conviction behind his words that sent a shiver down your spine. You nodded, the lump in your throat making it hard to do anything else. A sniffle escaped, and he caught it, brushing a thumb across your cheek before pulling you into him for a brief, grounding hug. Believing him was all you could do because it was all you wanted. Youâd dreamed of this for years, and now it was here, fragile and imperfect, but here. When the car service pulled into the driveway, your heart sank further. This wasnât how you imagined the evening ending. Trent wanted to bring you home, you could see it in the way his eyes flickered with frustration. But you had told him it was fine, and it was. Jack would be at your place, and it just wasnât the timeânot yet. He didnât argue, though you could feel the tension radiating off him as he walked you to the car. Before you slid inside, he kissed you in the driveway. It wasnât a quick, casual goodbye; it was all-consuming. The kind of kiss that stole your breath, that made you feel like the ground beneath you didnât exist. You clung to him for a moment, wishing the car would disappear, wishing you could just stay wrapped in him and let everything else fade away. But eventually, you pulled back, his hands reluctantly dropping to his sides. As you slid into the back seat of the car, the cool leather of the seats pressed against your bare thighs, a harsh reminder of reality. Through the window, you caught one last look at himâstanding there, hands in his pockets, watching as the car pulled away. He looked as reluctant to let you go as you felt. The ache in your chest deepened, but somewhere in the back of your mind, his words echoed. And you had to hold onto that because it was the only thing keeping the ache from completely taking over.
You walked into the kitchen after a shower late in the day, the faint hum of voices reaching your ears as you approached. Jack was just ending a phone call, his tone sounded curt.
âAlright, mate. Talk later,â he said and hung up. Across the room, Noah sat at the island, casually picking at a plate of food, his posture relaxed as though heâd been there for a while. Jack turned to Noah with a furrowed brow, a look of mild irritation shadowing his face. âHave you heard anything from Trentski lately?â he asked, leaning against the counter with crossed arms.
âNot too much. Why?â Noah shrugged, chewing slowly, his mouth full mumbling his words together.
âHeâs been off with me,â Jack said, his voice edged with frustration. âEven just now on the phone, he sounded so⌠standoffish. Heâs been like this for a while now. I donât know what his problem is.â You froze mid-step, pretending to fidget with something on the counter as you silently listened. Your pulse quickened, and you avoided meeting their eyes, praying your face wouldnât betray you. Noah tilted his head thoughtfully.Â
âYeah, he has been a bit off,â he said, as if just realizing it himself. âBut, you know Trent. The only time he ever really retreats like this is when heâs being pissy about something. Heâs not an open book.â Noah smirked looking for a joke. But Jack only sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.Â
âRight? But, bro, it feels targeted at me⌠like if Iâve done something lad, just say it. But no, he has to act all cryptic and moody. Whatâs his deal?â Jack asked openly, getting a bit frustrated with Trentâs growing resistance towards him. Where did his best friend go? Noah hesitated, a small smirk pulling at his lips before he continued.
 âWell⌠I mean, I did hear him talking with someone the other night,â he said casually, leaning back in his chair. Jack perked up.Â
âWhat do you mean? Like on the phone?â He asked earnestly.
âYeah, mate,â Noah replied, shaking his head in disbelief recalling the scene. âIt was when we were all over at my place for that movie night. He stepped into the kitchen and I walked in on him on the phone. He was talking to a girlâbut it was clearly more than some link to him.â Your stomach dropped, the knot of anxiety in your chest tightening. You wondered if this was the call with you. You assumed it was unless he had called someone after for reprieve. Youâd hoped not, so you listened carefully. You kept your movements deliberate and slow, opening a cupboard and pretending to inspect its contents, though you were barely processing what was in front of you.
âA girl?â Jack asked, raising an eyebrow. Noah nodded.Â
âBroâŚ.â he cautioned him as if to prepare Jack for how Trent was acting on this call. âYeah, mate. And he sounded different, tooâlike⌠nervous. Almost sweet, if you can believe it. I didnât think much of it, he was being sus, wouldnât let me in but now? I dunno, I think Trentâs in deep thatâs why heâs not around.â He explained.
âIn deep?â Jack repeated, laughing. âCome on, mate. Itâs Trent. The guy doesnât do deep.â Noah laughed along with him.
âThatâs what I thought so it didnât track at first. I just couldnât wrap my head around it - where did he find a bird heâs like this with. But Iâm serious. I think heâs caught feelings. Jack⌠mate, I mean it, from what I witnessed he might even have proper feelings for this girl. He was a mess.â Noah laughed reminiscing on the sheer joy he felt watching ever composed Trent fumble over his words on the phone. But then the two of them burst out laughing, the idea seemingly too absurd for them to fathom.Â
âNah, not Trenty. Not a chance.â Jack shook his head, still chuckling. âWe would've met the girl,â he added. But their laughter barely registered as your heart sank. Their words lingered, each one hitting you like a stone sinking deeper into the pit of your stomach. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and your hands trembled slightly as you gripped the counter. You glanced over your shoulder just enough to catch Jack shaking his head again. âHeâd tell me if it was serious,â he said, his voice confident. âWouldnât he?â Noah shrugged noncommittally, and Jack turned his attention back to whatever was in front of him. You couldnât shake the weight pressing down on your chest, the mix of emotions swirling inside youâfear, guilt, and a growing sense of hopelessness. The way they dismissed the idea of Trent being in love felt like a slap to the face, a cruel reminder of how precarious everything had been and yet simultaneously how meaningless. Would this ultimately just end up being a secret youâd have to take to the grave, the few months you got with your brotherâs best friend. It all made you so angry. You wanted to scream, to storm out of the kitchen, to do something, anything, but instead, you stayed frozen in place, clinging to the façade that nothing was wrong. You reached up to grab a glass from the cabinet, trying to keep your movements calm and steady despite the weight of their conversation. Jack, leaning against the island, folded his arms as he pressed further. âWas it that girl Jess?â he asked, his tone sharp. âYou know, Megâs friend, the last one he was hooking up with? She was around his for a bit, wasnât she?â The mention of another nameâJessâhad your stomach twisting in knots, the glass slipping from your fingers. It shattered against the tile floor, the loud crash jolting all three of you. âJesus, Y/N!â Jack whipped around, his eyes wide with alarm. âYou good?â He asked with genuine concern looking at the shards scattered around your feet. A visual representation of your life at the minute, he could never understand.
âSorry!â you stammered, kneeling quickly to pick up the pieces, your hands shaking. âI wasnât paying attention. Sorry, sorry Iâll clean it up.â You babbled nervously as your hands shook. Jack rolled his eyes, muttering something about you being careless, while Noah leaned over slightly, glancing down at you. He tried to move the conversation forward, his voice lighthearted as if to brush past your blunder. Nothing too deep, people drop things.
âNah, it wasnât Jess,â Noah said, laughing a little as he kept picking at his food. âThis girl has him fucked up, mate. Like, completely different vibe.â He explained.
âWhat do you mean?â Jackâs interest was piqued.Â
âI mean,â Noah began, leaning back in his chair, âI heard him that night. He wasnât just trying to get her to come over. He was begging for her to stay. He sounded desperate, almost scared she wouldnât. Iâm telling you mate. He was a mess.â Noah further explained to Jack. You froze, your breath catching in your throat as the words sank in. The shards of glass in your hand suddenly felt sharper, more dangerous. Noah continued, oblivious to the effect his words were having on you. âApparently, this is the girl, mate. He told me, like, the one. Dream girl status. Heâs in love with her.â Noah emphasized word. The idea of love sent a shockwave through you.Â
âFuck.â You whimpered carelessly as your hand slipped against a jagged edge of glass, and you winced as a sharp sting sliced through your skin.
âShit, Y/N!â Noah exclaimed, leaning forward. âYou alright?â You nodded quickly, shaking your head as if to clear the haze in your mind.
âIâm fine,â you said, your voice unsteady. âJustâjust a little cut. Iâll clean it up.â
âYouâre bleeding everywhere,â Jack said, grabbing a tea towel and tossing it in your direction quickly, nervous you might bleed out by the time he got over to you. âBe careful, for fuckâs sake. You promise youâre okay?â He asked seriously, moving towards you now faster from the other side of the room. Noah still looked concerned, but you waved them both off, standing up and wrapping your finger in the towel.Â
âItâs nothing,â you mumbled, grabbing the broom with your uninjured hand. âIâve got it.â You waved Jack off so he gave you the space. But your mind wasnât on the mess. It was on Noahâs words. Trent was in love? The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. Could it really be you he was talking about? Noah knew Trent like the back of his hand⌠heâd know how Trent really felt about someone. Was this the call with you⌠or maybe worse, was this a call with someone elseâsomeone like Jess, someone who wasnât tangled up in a web of secrets and guilt? You stole a glance at Jack, who was already back distracted by his phone, completely unaware of the storm raging inside you. Noah, meanwhile, had gone back to his food, the conversation now drifting into casual banter. But you couldnât focus. All you could think about was Trent. Was this real? Could he really feel that way about you? And if he did⌠what did it mean for everything else? For Jack? For you? You swallowed hard, the cut on your finger forgotten as the weight of it all settled on your chest.
The boy Devon, the Manchester United player, Joshâs friend, that you spotted at dinner wasted no time, spinning the scene heâd witnessed like a web of intrigue. Seeing you and Trent at dinner together had been unexpected, even puzzling. On its own, it mightâve been easily dismissedâafter all, you and Trent had history, you knew each other through Jack and people could convince themselves it was merely friendly. But there was something about the way Trent looked at you that night, a softness, a protectiveness that the boy hadnât missed. It planted a seed, one that began to grow in the back of his mind and one he was ready to share with your ex. When saw Josh next, he was ready for his opportunity to stir the pot
âYouâll never guess who I saw the other night,â Devon said, leaning against a locker with a smirk. âMate⌠Y/N L/N and Trent Alexander-Arnold. At dinner.â Joshâs head whipped around at the mention of your name.Â
âWhat?â he asked sharply, his voice betraying a flicker of interest despite himself.
âAt dinner,â Devon repeated, dragging it out for effect. âLooked cozy too. Candlelit table, just the two of them.â Josh frowned, his jaw tightening.Â
âCâmon. Bro, I know I said shit about her before but theyâre friends. Sheâs Jackâs sister. Thatâs been her thing for years. Heâs never gone for it.â Josh explained having a hard time wrapping his head around it. He knew you wanted Trent, he could even see the way Trent wanted you but it actually happening⌠and not behind closed doors? Out in public? It seemed so farfetched.
âMaybe,â Devon said with a shrug, though his smirk didnât waver. âBut you know, sometimes even the nice ones⌠snap. He didnât look like a âjust friendsâ kind of guy to me. Looked like he finally realized what was right in front of him.â He smugly told Josh. Josh tried to laugh it off, but there was an edge to it, sharp and bitter.Â
âWhatever, mate. Sheâs not my problem anymore.â He muttered.
âSure,â Devon replied smoothly, though he didnât believe it for a second. He could see the flicker of annoyance in Joshâs eyes, the remnants of a claim Josh still felt over you, no matter how fractured things had been between you. âSo you wouldnât believe a photo of them then?â Devon smirked flashing him the photo he took on his screen. Josh jumped to grab the phone, shocked. He inspected the photo fuming. Devon snatched his phone back out of his hands âLooks pretty fucking friendly to me, mate.â He smugly laughed as he turned to leave the room. But Josh couldnât leave it there, he had seen it, he needed more information, he needed more⌠ammunition. As Devon walked away, his words echoed in Joshâs mind. Trent and Y/N? At dinner? It was almost laughable, except it wasnât. Josh had known you long enough to know how deep your feelings for Trent ran, even when you tried to hide it. And if Trent had finally reciprocated? He hated the thought, he hated the photo, he hated that Trentâs waiting game won out. It made him sick. He pushed you to Trent and then as a lump formed in his throat, his anger towards you shoved it down. He hated you for choosing Trent. Cynicism crept in, laced with exasperation and a thirst for vengeance. He remembered the sting of your split, the way things ended and why, and how easily you seemed to fall into the waiting arms of Trentâat least in his eyes. And now, you two were parading around together? It wasnât about love or loss anymore. It was about pride, about the idea of someone like Trent waltzing into his old territory without so much as a second thought. Josh began to piece together a plan. If Trent thought he could take you out of Joshâs life and into his unnoticed, he was wrong. And if you thought this could stay secret, you were wrong too. A wicked grin spread across Joshâs face as he envisioned the chaos it might cause when Jack found out. How much it would hurt you, hurt Trent. He didnât care if he and Devon were wrong, if it was just âfriendly.â The perception alone would be enough. Josh grabbed his phone, thumbing through his contacts until he landed on Jackâs name. He didnât press callânot yet. He needed to get the photo first and timing was everything, and he intended to make sure this landed perfectly. After all, what better way to even the score than to drop a bombshell like this?
The gossip about Trent seeing someone began to brew more and more each day. Evidently, seeping beyond just Jack and Noah but into other friend groups. You were out at the shops just stopping to pick up a few things when you spotted Megan and Jess as you rounded the corner of the produce aisle, their voices reaching you before their faces did. Megan was pleasant, flashing you a smile when she saw you, but Jessâs expression was harder to read. Her eyes lingered on you, sharp and curious, as if she was sizing you up.
âY/N!â Megan greeted, her tone light and cheerful. âDidnât expect to see you here. Havenât seen you in a minute, probably since the other week at the birthday.â You offered a polite smile, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.
âYeah, course. Hi. Iâm just picking up a few things.â You cooed softly. The conversation started innocently enough. Megan talked about Jack, about her plans for the weekend, and you nodded along, trying to keep your responses short. But then, the conversation shifted.
âSo,â Megan said casually, âweâve heard rumblings that Trentâs seeing someone.â Her words hit you like a freight train. A part of you was instinctively annoyed at your brother just imagining him complaining to Megan about Trent and relaying Noahâs information spilled in the kitchen. You didnât know if that was who told her but you could imagine. Your grip on your bag tightened, but you forced your face to remain neutral.Â
âYeah? I wouldnât know,â you said quickly, hoping the lie sounded believable.
âHmm,â Jess hummed, a small smirk tugging at her lips. Her skepticism was evident, and you could feel her eyes burning into you. She didnât believe you for a second. Megan tilted her head, clearly confused by your answer.Â
âI mean, you two are close though, arenât you? Youâre always with the boys! I feel like youâd hear or Iâd think heâd tell you even.â She smiled sincerely. If Megan was being honest she knew you had a crush on Trent, it was glaringly obvious but she wasnât going to hurt you and call you out on it. Besides, her friend Jess liked him, she was just looking for intel. You hesitated, trying to keep your voice steady.Â
âI guess⌠I mean, if he wasnât, Iâm sure heâd reach out or something. I donât really know whatâs going on with him right now.â You babbled awkwardly. You didnât know what to say really. But what you did sayâŚwas a rookie mistake. You realized it the moment the words left your mouth. Jessâs smirk widened, and Meganâs eyebrows shot up.
âSo he is seeing someone,â Megan said slowly, her confusion deepening. âBecause he definitely hasnât reached out to Jess.â She glanced at her friend, then back at you, as if trying to piece together a puzzle. Megan knew you liked Trent but from the lens of a little sister liking her older brotherâs friend- nothing more. She wasnât being cynical or mean she was just looking for information. And right now she was with Jess, who hadnât shut up about Trent falling off the grid for months. Your cheeks burned, and you felt your chest tighten. You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came. Instead, you fumbled with your shopping bags, pretending they were suddenly too heavy to manage.
âErm, I really donât know,â you said, your voice shaky. âSorry, Iâve got to goârunning late.â Without waiting for a response, you darted away, your heart pounding as you put as much distance between yourself and them as possible. You could feel their eyes on you as you turned the corner, and you didnât dare look back. The encounter left you rattled. You gripped your bags tightly, replaying the exchange in your head as you hurried down the street, your heart pounding. Meganâs raised eyebrows, Jessâs sharp, knowing glancesâit all felt like a storm you werenât prepared for. Their words echoed in your mind. âSo heâs seeing someone.â They didnât know it was you, but the realization and possibility that they were piecing it together made your stomach churn. Jessâs skepticism had been palpable, her eyes narrowing like she already suspected the truth but was waiting for you to slip. You sighed as you reached your car, fumbling with the keys. Why had you even tried to lie? It wasnât like you were good at it, and the awkward babbling only made things worse. But what were you supposed to do? Confirm it? Out yourself? Out Trent? That wasnât an option either. But why did he want it secret? You guessed it was good Jess hadnât heard from him. But how long had it been? Was there in overlap? As you sat in the driverâs seat, gripping the steering wheel, you couldnât shake the feeling that the walls were closing in. The more the gossip spread, the harder it would be to keep your relationship under wraps. The thought of Jack finding out this wayâthrough whispers and rumorsâmade you feel sick.
You thought about texting Trent, maybe to warn him or just to vent, but even that felt risky. Instead, you took a deep breath and tried to steady yourself. This was the price of keeping things a secret, wasnât it? The constant worry, the careful balancing act, the fear that one slip could send it all crashing down. And yet, despite it all, you knew you couldnât stay away from him. Trent was worth it. At least, you hoped he was. You hoped he thought the same about you, that he wouldnât falter under the pressure building around you both. As you pulled out of the parking lot, you tried to shake off the anxiety, telling yourself it would all blow over. But deep down, you knew this was only the beginning. The gossip wasnât going to stop, and neither, it seemed, was the tension.
It felt surreal, wearing Trentâs jersey to a home game at Anfield. Heâd given it to you weeks ago, but when you finally were all going to a match, he officially asked you to wear it tonight, it felt differentâmore deliberate, more intimate. The weight of it wasnât just fabric; it was a claim, a silent declaration that you were his. The box was buzzing with energy as you sat with Jack, Noah, Layla, Megan, Trentâs family, and more of their friends, all of them in good spirits after the game started. But the teasing was relentless, especially from Noah.
âBig statement, Y/N,â he quipped, eyeing the bolded double barreled surname and number on your back. Everyoneâs eyes flickered towards you as you took off your coat. You rolled your eyes.Â
âWait⌠When did you get the new kit? What the fuck⌠I wanted one.â Jack snapped annoyed. But then Megan spoke over him. She leaned over squeezing your leg kindly.Â
âDonât let the cameras catch that. Youâll start rumors.â Megan laughed as Noah chuckled, shaking his head. You forced a laugh, shrugging off their remarks, but your cheeks burned under their scrutiny. You turned to continue your conversation with Layla praying theyâd drop the whole thing. They had no idea what the jersey truly meant, and part of you relished that secrecy, even as you squirmed under their playful jabs.Â
The game flew by in a blur of cheering, tension, and stolen glances at the man on the pitch. Trent looked up toward the box once or twice, and though his focus remained on the match, you could feel his presence even from afar. It wasnât just a jersey; it was a tether, a connection that made your chest swell with pride every time his name echoed through the stadium.When the final whistle blew and the crowd erupted but then a bit after that⌠your phone buzzed quietly in your lap.
'Meet me outside the box. I need to see you properly in that kit, baby.'
Your heart skipped, and you swallowed down a smile. Glancing around, you tried to look nonchalant as you slipped your phone into your pocket and stood.
âIâll be right back,â you said casually, already heading toward the door. âBathroom or something.â Jack barely acknowledged you, too wrapped up in conversation with Megan and their friends. Layla smirked as you stepped out of the box and into the quieter halls, your footsteps quickening as you made your way to the exit. The moment you saw him coming down the corridor, your heart skipped. He looked effortlessly striking in his tracksuit, exhaustion etched across his features, but the instant his eyes landed on you, a flash of pure happiness lit up his face. Before you could say a word, he closed the distance, pulling you into his arms in a tight, possessive embrace. His warmth surrounded you, and you buried your face into the curve of his neck, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of him.Â
"You played so well," you murmured, your words muffled by his skin as you pressed soft kisses to his neck.
"Yeah?" he asked, his voice low and filled with something deeper. His hands came up to gently cup your face, tilting it so your eyes met.
"Yeah," you confirmed with a shy smile. "Were you trying to impress someone?" you teased, watching as his lips curved into a smirk.
"Maybe," he said, his thumb brushing along your cheek. "Depends. Did I?" He asked. You giggled, nodding as your arms looped around his waist. His hands slid down your sides, firm and deliberate, until they rested on your hips. He tugged you closer, the heat of his body sending a rush of warmth through you. "You look so good tonight," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. His eyes dropped to the jersey you wore-his jerseyâand his fingers toyed with the hem. "Fuck me, I like you in this. But I wish I wasn't absolutely knackered, 'cause all I can think about is taking it off you." A teasing grin tugged at your lips as you slipped your hands around his waist, finding the drawstrings of his joggers.Â
"I can take care of you tonight, donât worry, baby," you whispered, your fingers grazing his skin beneath the fabric. "I could even take this off for you." His breath hitched, and he hummed appreciatively, leaning down to press his lips to your neck. His kisses were lazy, languid, and filled with an unspoken promise. He bit down gently, making you gasp, before soothing the spot with his tongue.
"Keep talking like that, and weâre gonna leave right now," he murmured against your skin, his hands slipping under the hem of the jersey to brush against your bare back. You laughed softly, reluctantly pulling back.Â
"We should go back inside before they come looking for us." you smiled sympathetically at him. He groaned, his forehead resting against yours.
"You're lucky I'm too tired otherwise youâd be halfway to my bed right now" he teased, but his hands lingered on your hips as you pulled away.Â
âIâll be in your bed in a bit, okay?â You smirked with a cheeky grin. He hummed in response as you turned, his eyes watching your every move like you were the only thing in the world he needed. As you both made your way back to the suite, you couldn't help but feel the imprint of his touch, every whisper of his affection lingering on your skin.
After the match, the usual buzz of a big win had everyone making loose plans to head out, but Trentâs firm 'nah' shifted the momentum. Slowly, the group began to disband, everyone falling back into their own routines. You lingered in the suite as people trickled out, catching Trentâs eye. When you leaned in to hug him goodbye, you buried your face into his neck, the familiar warmth and scent of him grounding you.Â
âStill want me to come over, or are you too tired?â You asked softly, whispering into his ear. He hummed against your hair, his voice low and barely audible.Â
âMmhmm please.â The moment stretched just a little too long, just a little too close, and when you finally pulled back, it was enough for Noah to pipe up.
âErmmm⌠that was fucking weird, bro. Let go of her,â he laughed, his voice breaking the intimate bubble youâd created with Trent. You tried to play it cool, smoothing your expression.Â
âWhat? A cuddle?â you said, feigning innocence.
âYeah,â he laughed with Noah. âY/N, are you drunk?â Jack asked you jokingly citing the only time you and Trent were that affectionate was at parties after tequila shots and lowered inhibitions. He leaned against Megan with a raised brow. âWhy are you throwing yourself at him like that?â He asked a bit more earnestly and the tension sharpened, the air suddenly heavy. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks, but before you could scramble for a response, Layla swooped in.
âJesus, just kiss already,â she teased, swatting playfully at Trent with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. Her comment hit like a match to dry kindling. The room erupted in laughter, the tension instantly diffused. You shot her a grateful smile as she grinned back knowingly. âComing to stay with me tonight,â Layla said, still half-laughing but with a subtle edge of sincerity, offering the perfect cover. âWeâll have a girlsâ night. Do a face mask or whatever.â Trent smirked but said nothing, letting Laylaâs quick wit take the spotlight. The group moved on, their teasing fading as they returned to casual chatter. The room felt lighter again, and you knew you owed Layla for smoothing over what couldâve been a minefield. As everyone packed up and started heading out, Trent caught your eye again, a quiet promise lingering between you both.
The drive home was quiet at first, the soft hum of the radio filling the silence between you and Layla. But you could feel her glances, her curiosity practically brimming over.
âSo⌠whatâs going on with you and Trent? Post-date, I mean.â She finally asked. You sighed, resting your head against the window.Â
âIt was meant to be good,â you began, your voice low, âbut it feels just like before, especially tonight. Just hidden. I thought we were ready to move forward, you know?â Layla frowned, her tone gentle but probing.Â
âSo whatâs stopping you?â You hesitated, the words heavy on your tongue.Â
âI donât know,â you admitted. âLay, what if I donât want it? Not like this. Sometimes⌠sometimes I feel like Iâm the one pulling him into the shadows, like weâre both doing this to each other. Hiding. Like heâs subtle but Iâm⌠hiding. And now, with Joshâs friend Devon⌠seeing us at dinnerâGod, Iâm terrified.â Her face softened as she glanced at you, one hand briefly leaving the wheel to give your knee a reassuring squeeze.
 âItâll be okay,â she said gently. âItâs just going to take time, yeah? You and Trent have always had this⌠thing. You guys have communicated so long with no words, going off glances but now⌠things have to change. Youâll figure it out.â You nodded, but her words only soothed the surface. The knots in your stomach refused to untangle. By the time you arrived at Trentâs house, the air between you and him felt thick. Not with angerâno, it wasnât thatâbut with emotion. Too much, all at once.
The tension wasnât hostile, but it was heavy. You both cared so deeply for one another, but the weight of it was beginning to show, even behind closed doors where no one else could see. When you crawled into bed with him that night, there was no talk of passion or promises. No desperate moves to bridge the gap between your feelings and your fears. Instead, you simply held each other. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he tucked his chin over your head.Â
âIâve got you,â he whispered, his voice a low murmur. You didnât respond, but you didnât need to. You nestled into him, letting his warmth soothe the ache in your chest. Everything about that moment should have been perfect. The way his heartbeat steadied your breathing, the way his hands absentmindedly rubbed circles into your back. And yet, nothing was. You fell asleep tangled together, but the ache of what wasnât said lingered.
Noah was throwing a party. He had tossed you and Layla the usual invites youâd come to expect to receive. The music pulsed through his house, spilling out onto the lawn as you and Layla stepped inside. The scene was much bigger than you anticipatedâpeople were crammed into every corner, the laughter and chatter nearly deafening. Layla raised a skeptical brow as you glanced at each other. You shrugged. Noahâs usual âsmall gatheringâ had clearly spiraled into something else.
âAye, you alright?â Trentâs voice cut through the crowd. He spotted you almost immediately, a grin spreading across his face. Youâd been texting all day, but nothing substantial had changed between you. The limbo of your relationship was still palpable, and yet, seeing him now, your heart skipped a beat.
âYeah, all good,â you replied sweetly with a small smile, though you couldnât ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Layla folded her arms, glancing around at the sheer number of people.Â
âDidnât know the whole squad would be here,â she muttered, clearly unimpressed. Trent gave her a cheeky hug, a quick and friendly gesture, before turning his attention fully to you. His arms wrapped around you in a much tighter, longer embrace, swaying slightly with a hum as he leaned into you. His scentâfaint cologne mixed with the sharp tang of alcoholâwas intoxicating.
âMissed you, baby,â you whispered in his ear, your teeth pulling on his earlobe, your words soft, just for him. Before you could step back, he tightened his grip, pulling you impossibly closer. His lips brushed against your ear, and he murmured something low, too quiet for anyone else to hear.
âLook so sexy. Gonna let me fuck you in the toilet again, yeah?â He cheekily whispered. It was more of a tease then an actual ask but then again, maybe it wasnât. Your eyes widened briefly at his words, but you nodded, the corners of your mouth twitching into a smile. Layla tugged at the back of your top, signaling for you to let go of him, because you had no plans to, but you barely moved. Trentâs arms lingered around you for just a moment longer before he reluctantly pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he met your gaze one last time.
âWhat did he say?â Layla asked under her breath, watching you carefully. You shook your head with a small laugh, brushing it off.Â
âNothing,â you lied, though your cheeks betrayed you with a warm flush. Layla gave you a knowing look but didnât press further, letting the moment settle as the party surged on around you.Â
Trent stood slightly off to the side of his friends, arms crossed and his focus split. Noah was with him, cracking jokes as always, but the boy beside themâBaileyâwas an unfamiliar face, part of a wider circle of acquaintances that Trent didnât know well. What started as idle conversation quickly shifted the moment Baileyâs attention landed on you across the room.Baileyâs jaw slackened, his eyes fixed on you in a way that made Trentâs stomach churn. His discomfort was immediate, though he kept his face neutral, following Baileyâs gaze. You were talking to Layla, smiling brightly, your hand gesturing animatedly as you spoke.
âSheâs certainly not ugly,â Noah noticing, quipped with a laugh, slapping Bailey on the back.
âSheâs so fit, mate,â Bailey added, his voice dripping with awe. âFucks sake, mate. Any of you get with her?â Trentâs jaw tightened at the audacity of the question, but Noahâalways quick to stir the potâgrinned and threw in a jab.
âTrenty wishes,â Noah smirked, throwing a few playful punches at Trentâs arm. âBut heâs got a new bird now apparently. So whatâs going on there with Y/N then? I thought you'd take her up on the offer eventually.â
âNah, donât say that. Jack would kill me, you know that,â Trent shot back quickly, his voice steady despite the unease settling in his chest. He knew bringing up Jack was the easiest way to shut the conversation down, but it wasnât the full truth. Bailey frowned, looking between them in confusion.Â
âYou lot donât think about her that way?â he asked, incredulous.
âI mean, course,â Trent admitted instinctively fast and drunkenly, the words slipping out before he could stop them. He immediately wanted to hit himself. Noah, catching the crack in Trentâs usual composure, smirked smugly.Â
âJackâs not here tonight, lad. Itâs your limited window. Youâre telling me you donât notice the way she acts around you? Notice the way she looks?â Noahâs cheek was growing and Trenât resolve was dwindling. He let out a long sigh, his gaze drifting back to you as you tilted your head back with a laugh at something Layla said. The warm overhead lights danced over your skin, making you look radiant. His chest ached with longing, the lie he lived burning in his throat.
âI mean, yeah. Sheâs beautiful,â Trent said softly, almost to himself.
âBeautiful?â Bailey barked out a laugh. âSheâs fucking fit. Got a body on her.â Trentâs jaw clenched so hard it hurt as he scanned your body over the same way Bailey was, from the tip of your boots to the top of your head, desire on both of their minds.
âErm, yeah, mate.â Trentâs eyes narrowed. âSheâs something,â he said quietly, shaking his head in frustration. Noah, sensing the tension, pressed further, his voice full of teasing delight.
âTrent knows her well,â he told Bailey, grinning. Trent scoffed, trying to brush it off. âYou do!â Noah yelped. âBro, youâre the only one she sits with. The only one she lets touch her. And no one says anything. Câmon, Trenty, stop playing nice. Tell the lad about her.â Noah prodded pushing Trent to tell Bailey how great you were knowing itâd be hard for him.Â
âNah, mate. I guess, I donât know,â Trent muttered, forcing the words out in a desperate attempt to end the conversation. But his chest tightened, the weight of his feelingsâso much more than Noah or Bailey could understandâbearing down on him. Just then, their other friend, Aidan, walked over, draping an arm around Trent. The distraction was welcome, but it didnât erase the pit of frustration and yearning brewing inside him. He couldnât stand this conversation, couldnât stand Baileyâs gawking, couldnât stand the charade. Trentâs eyes flicked back to you, his heart thudding as he watched you smile. You were oblivious to the storm swirling in him, but he couldnât stop himself from feeling like tonight was another reminder of just how much he hated hiding.
âWe talking Jackâs sister? Yeah, I wonât lie boys, sheâs leng. Come on, you know sheâs good in bed as well,â Aidan added casually, his voice slurring slightly with the weight of too many drinks. Trent winced, the comment hitting him like a sharp jab.
âWhat? Have you?â he asked, his tone panicked and defensive, betraying the calm facade heâd been trying to maintain.
âNo, I wish,â Aidan laughed, oblivious to Trentâs reaction. âI mean, you can just tell though.â
âYeah, you can tell,â Bailey chimed in with a smirk, his eyes lingering on you from across the room. âBut mate, it seems like sheâs into you. I saw you hug her when she came in.â Trentâs heart rate picked up, and he struggled to keep his expression neutral.
 âProbably the only one sheâd let have a cuddle in that fit,â Noah laughed, throwing fuel on the fire watching you adjust the hem of your mini skirt knowing youâd wouldn't let just any boy put their hands on you when you were out.
âI donât know how you practice this much restraint if you're already in,â Bailey said, shaking his head in disbelief. Trent swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as Aidan cut back in, leaning slightly closer to Trent as if to confide some secret.
âSeriously, I donât know how you do it, bro. She always struts around us in nothing." He then looked at Noah and Bailey. "I think she likes the attention, but we all know she likes Trentyâs attention the most.â The words twisted in Trentâs gut like a knife. He hated the way they spoke about you, the casual objectification of someone they knew so well yet also barely knew beyond the surface, the way he did.
âEh, donât know lads. Sheâs just chill. I donât think she thinks about it,â Trent said, forcing his voice to stay steady.
âCome on,â Noah rolled his eyes, annoyed that even in his drunk state, Trent wouldnât falter. But Trent couldnât falter, not here, not now. He knew the boys had always talked shit like this at parties, tossing your name into the mix like you were some topic for debate. Normally, he brushed it off, participating but choosing to stay silent when it came to you rather than feed into it. But tonight, it felt different. The way they lingered, the way they openly dissected the dynamics between you and himâit was too real, too close to everything he was trying so hard to protect. The bitterness welled up in his chest, the laughter around him grating on his nerves. He wanted to say something, to shut it down, but any slip of the truth would only add more fuel to their relentless teasing. So instead, he stood there, silent, his fists clenching at his sides, wishing he could pull you out of this party and into a space where none of these people and their drunken commentary could touch you.
You caught Trentâs gaze across the room, and the intensity of his stare made your cheeks flush. His lips quirked into a soft smile, but the cool, effortless demeanor he carried around everyone else seemed to dissolve under your gaze. Layla caught the exchange instantly, smirking as she raised her hand in an exaggerated wave at him. Trent waved back with a charm that felt deliberate, but even Layla could tell he was unraveling.
âGod, youâve got him absolutely gone,â she teased, nudging you with her shoulder. âWhatever you do in bed with him has him a mess. He canât even pretend anymore, before at least he had a poker face.â She laughed. You rolled your eyes, but the warmth spreading through your chest was undeniable.
âCome on,â you said, grabbing Laylaâs hand and weaving through the crowded room toward the boys.
âHiyaaa!â Layla purred as you reached the group, giving Noah and Aidan hugs and introducing herself to Bailey with her usual flair. But before you could even exchange pleasantries, Trent was there, sliding his arm around your waist in a way that was both subtle and unmistakably possessive, keeping you from getting even in touching distance of the other boys. His fingers dipped into the back of your skirt refusing to let you even try to create space between you. The contact sent a shiver through you, grounding you in his presence. You leaned into him not wanting any space, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you whispered something cheeky, just for him. Whatever you said made his grin spread wider, his confidence returning as he pulled you closer.
âGonna drive you home, hmm?â he murmured aloud, his voice low but loud enough for the others to hear. It was casual, a simple blanket statement, that heâd said a million times to you, but the promise hidden in his tone made your heart race. You glanced up at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief.
 âMaybe,â you teased back, biting your lip to keep from smiling too wide. Layla smirked at the exchange, watching Trentâs usual composure crack further.
âNah.â He pulled on your skirtâs waist again bringing you tighter into him. âI said⌠Iâm gonna drive you home. Alright?â Trent commandingly told you. The boys watched on in disbelief but you and Trent remained in your bubble, his hand never leaving your waist as the rest of the world faded into background noise. Bailey's jaw dropped as he took in the moment.
"Bro, they have to bang, no?" he blurted out, completely bewildered by the quiet intimacy playing out before him. Layla shrugged nonchalantly but bit her tongue to keep from saying anything.
"If l even put my hand near her, she'd call me bro and swat me away," Noah laughed, gesturing toward you. "But Trent? Nah, he gets to do whatever he wants. Got that pretty boy privilege. We've got a different thing happening here."
"Yeah, mate, he's got the green light. I don't know what he's waiting for," Aiden chimed in, his tone teetering between disbelief and amusement. Bailey blinked, staring intently as Trent's hand casually disappeared under your top, his fingers gliding softly over your stomach. It wasn't showy or bold, but the gesture was undeniably intimate.
"Wait, did he justâ" Bailey started, his eyes wide as he turned to the group. "His hand is under her clothes right now. Is this happening? Lads⌠is this a thing? Have I just been talking about his girl the whole time?" He looked to Aiden and Noah for answers, as if they were the only ones who might hold the key to what was clearly more than just a casual friendship. Layla sighed, debating whether to tell the boys to mind their own business, but before she could speak, Noah interjected, smirking.
"Not his girl officially haha. I think he just likes the game." He smugly said. Layla snapped her head toward Noah, her eyes narrowing in irritation. The comment, whether a joke or not, grated on her. The idea that you could ever be seen as a game to Trent made her blood boil.
"That's not funny, Noah," she said firmly, her tone sharp enough to make him pause. "Theyâre friends. Thatâs how Tâs always been with her.â She snapped. Noah took a deep breath of understanding. It wasnât a joke. Even as much stick as everyone gave you and Trent, no one ever meant any mal intent by it. He knew you had a crush on Trent. He would never want Trent to mess with you like that.
âI know, Lay⌠sorry. Itâs only jokes. Theyâre mates.â Noah responded awkwardly. Not because of Layla but because he would never want to offend you. The group fell into quiet hums of spectators for a moment but none of them could tear their eyes away from the two of you. Trent's attention remained solely on you, his hand moving in a way that felt both protective and adoring, and it was clear to anyone watching-this wasn't a game for him.
âAye, lads⌠Iâm gonna drive Y/N home,â Trent announced casually, though the way his arm tightened around your waist betrayed his eagerness. You, tipsy and giggling, clung to his side, completely oblivious to the knowing looks bouncing around the group.
âYeah, sure,â Bailey laughed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. âDriving her home. Right.â Trent ignored his comment but it wasn't so easy.
âTonightâs it, lad,â Aiden whispered, gripping Trentâs shoulder with a cheeky grin. His voice was low, but the teasing intent was unmistakable. Trent shook his head, fighting the urge to roll his eyes, but the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth was impossible to hide. To redirect the attention and save face, Trent turned to Layla.
âLays you want a ride too?â He offered, His voice was kind, but the question was almost rhetorical. Layla waved him off immediately.
 âNah, Iâm good. Noahâs got me,â she replied with a knowing smirk, her eyes darting between the two of you. Noah raised a brow, caught off guard.
 âI do?â he asked, but when Layla shot him a pointed look, he shrugged and leaned into the moment. âYeah, shit, sorry, sure. Yeah, I do. Always happy to help.â His smug grin only grew as he watched you and Trent prepare to leave together. The group watched as Trent guided you toward the door, his hand never leaving the small of your back. As you stepped out into the cool night air and out from prying eyes, Trent leaned down.
 âYou alright, baby?â He whispered. You nodded, smiling up at him. âYou wanted me to drive you home?â He looked at you smugly.Â
âMhhmm. To your house please. Just want to be with you,â you murmured, your words laced with affection. And with that, the rest of the party faded into the background, leaving just the two of you, ready to retreat to your own little world.
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Grief over Arcane ending (Show suggestion?)
This might sound dumb, dare I say CRINGE, but I think most people on Tumblr understand being emotionally connected to a franchise or piece of Media.
I was in highschool when Arcane came out, and remember thinking about the possibility of a season 2 for YEARS. When the date was finally announced it felt like a world away. Even moreso because I would be in college before it came out, which was a crazy thought. In the years between it made me get really into Fandom, reading and writing fanfiction, Tumblr, which caused me to meet so many cool people. I even watched it with my Mom, and that time spent together means a lot as well.
Now in 6ish hours Arcane will be over. In many ways the legacy of the show will be settled. Regardless of how good or bad the ending of the show is, it won't change the way it affected me.
Because fanfiction and fandom communities were such a big part of my experience with Arcane. It isn't just the shows hard end that will be mourned. It is the slow decline of the fandom. It is only natural that as the months and years go on the discussion around the show will wane. People move on, I will too, and less fanworks will be made. Depdnign on how the finale turns out the public opinion of the show may descend as well, becoming negative and buzz around the show being even more critical. No media is ever as hyped up as right before the end. (Not that the critique would be unwarranted)
In that way any show with a sizeable fandom dies two deaths.
I saw this with She-ra. I was a mega She-ra fan for a while, and was really upset when it ended. Not that I hated the ending (it was mixed) but more just grief that a show I had followed for seasons was over. Then the tides kind of turned against She-ra, and a show that had been hyped up by a ravenous fandom became more highly critiqued, now the opinion of it is more mixed. (SU also experienced this) From that experience though, I learned that you move on. Arcane won't be the only hyperfixation I ever have. It was special. But so will other shows be.
For this reason, please tell me about your hyperfixation! What piece of media changed you? What show, or book, or movie do you love, and want it to have more fans? Tell me about your blorbo. I'm in the market for a new hyperfixation.
#arcane#arcane league of legends#arcane season 2#viktor arcane#jayce talis#arcane jinx#vi arcane#arcane jayce#hyperfixation#fandom#fandom things#questions
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I was with my brother and the topic of super long video essays came up specifically Jenny Nicholson's 4 hour Star Wars hotel video and Quinton Reviews iCarly and Victorious videoes and he was complaining about going off on tangents and making their videos overly long because they won't shut up and I'm starting to think I'm the only child who got the family autismâ˘
#i was legit just having a conversation with my girlfriend about how the reason that superhero movies don't attract a ton of new readers is#there are two types of fans/audiences#there's the kind that watch a movie and are like cool and move on with their day#and people like us who get all special interest and hyperfixated and need to know everything about those characters or the world#not that general audiences are like somehow watching shows or movies or whatever wrong#but theyre not gonna go out and spend $30 a week buying comics after spending $12 to watch a full story in one movie#as opposed to me who saw Spider-Gwen in Into the Spider-Verse and now i own every single issue of her various solo series in single or trade#obviously#that's an oversimplification#especially cause I will obsess over superhero comics but i don't care as much about Star Wars lore.#we all have something we are 100% ride or die here for but it's still wild to expect crossover from movies/shows to comics#i had a point abou something idk#video essays#actually adhd#actually autistic#siblings being siblings#i think i got my neurodivergence from my dad#neurodivergent#me just casually watching all 26+ hours of Quinton Reviews Nick stuff like it's hard?#text#random
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Iâm out of town for a couple of days for my brotherâs chess tournament and the internet in this hotel sucks butts and I only brought one book with me đ
#sucks butts IN A BAD WAY#this is the same hotel that held the last couple of big chess tournaments my brother entered#so Iâve been here a few times but this is the first time Iâm actually renting a room instead of driving back and forth each day#so positive: got a room and donât have to drive a bunch. negative: no continental breakfast đ#they have a little tiny starbucks but no free breakfast which is bullshit!#also all of my books are stilled packed up from moving bc Iâm lazy so I couldnât grabbed any one I really wanted to read#but I did get a free copy of Stephen Kingâs âOn Writingâ the other day so I brought that#and yeah I am kinda pumped to peruse that. Mr King is a pretty cool dude and I def want his writing tips#but also⌠I just kinda would rather read something about a fucked up wizard or something ya know?#anyway I always feel weird or annoying saying this but if you want to send me any asks or anything to help pass my time then by all means#or not. itâs cool. really. I hate bugging people and I hate coming off as desperate & needy outside of the bedroom#im going to be mushy and say im kind of excited to spend the night sleepover style with my little bro here#heâs getting older and itâs getting harder to convince him to hang out with me#love this little dude so gosh darn much#oh man what if we get a pizza and watch a movie together? would that be cool? is that something teenagers like to do with their older bros?#iâm so lame#being like 18 years older than your younger brother means you get to fulfill your cool uncle/dad vibes without actually having kids#ok I have to stop myself from filling this with tags about wishing I was a dad or being whatever#what was I saying before?⌠did I even have a point?#oh yeah⌠bad internet⌠only one book⌠Iâm hungry⌠yeahâŚ#this isnât important#you can ignore this#text
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taking a break from my 1 playthru bc im SO tired of walkthroughs to play portable because i've already beat fes so i know what im doing prettyyy much. girlie time ^_^
#bobtalk#p3pposting#<-lol#pink UI!!!!!! also i picked theo even though liz is literally my girlbestie 10/10 attendant for new content (sad!)hes ok ig#point n click is. weird. but honestly walking around wasnt that big a deal (i kind of missed some stuff for a long time bc i didnt know i c#uld walk there in FES lol). the only big things im missing are the animated cutscenes (really cool artstyle) and being able to see ppl move#like. imagine not being able to watch liz go down the slide standing up. hashtag sad!#i forgot how much i liked 3. its nice seeing (yukari) my (yukari) friends (yukari) again (yukari)#ough. i should make an amv (using the movies probs even tho i love the game cutscenes just bc. more footage. sigh)#WAIT HOLY SHIT nobodys done a die young amv yet???????????? really??????? i need to corner this market#also. noticing a correlation between hair color and canonically bisexual protagonists (its the brown hair) (is the trinitysoulguy bisexua#its gonna be so long until we get aigis:( i miss her. i miss my computer wife#my social stats in fes were so trash that i was barely able to get very far at all in yukari's SL. i need to make sure to avoid that proble#anyways. i think i like these video games some amount. good bye
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had a dream ehere the entire population of the earth was being tortured by the devil and he was like um teehee game ^_^ if at leastt half of you survive the next year ill leave u alone ^_^ and we were like . Fine but you have to give us 24 hours warning before you do anything. and he wa like okie. but this was insanely stressful for me bc i was trying to keep my family safe when my mom cant walk very fast and like. little man. yk. very stressful. idk how it concluded i woke up
#it was cool tho we were like#bc we were space travelling i suppose or something we were like on an alien planet#snd we were under the surface j guess.somrghing scary happened at the beginning idr but then we were under the surface and we hsd set up a#society there for some reasont here were already grocery stores#but then we were in a replica of our hodue n my mom was sick and my dad told me to get like. honey and broth#and for some reason it was tkaing me ages to do it like. i was in control but i couldnt make myself donit#and thej infinally put water on for the broth and water started pouring out of a vent#bc there were evil human hating mermaids on the other side. you see. and they saw me with xray vision and got mad#but that wasnt even the issue the issue was the big scaru dead cowplant freaking things#it was kind of cool they like. i guess debil activatef them or something i forget exactly how it went. something like that#but they just started creepjng towards our city (which was somehow ablve ground allofa sudden unless the plants were also underground)#they moved kinda like those things in rango it was that sortnof vibe rly awesome#but ya#so we were all running i was with my dad and lamp and then i looked back and saw weeman running towards my mom who was struggling and it#was very scary. but i got them i got annie we walked to amother supermarket and then my mom was like welll we have to shop and i was like !?#oh i forgot to mention i was like Whew. so long as he doesnt start any fires were golden. bc the big plants were so dry itd be very#flammable. and then fireballs đ jinxed it fr#umm and then some people were parachuting down to the surface of another planet? i woke up at this point#the like. shot when the mermaids were introduced was honestly rly good excellent cinematography. ny compliments to my subconcscious#it like. started kn a fish and rhen followed the fish as it wondered and then mermaids were fighting over it and then one chomped off its#head and the others fought for the rest of the body and then they noticed me#i thought it was cool and it established the mermaids as more like. animalistic sort of thing. i liked it .. my thought when i saw them.#bc like. I was in the dream as a character as me yk. and it was mostly from my.pov#but during that shot i wasnt like. Rhere seeing the mermaids. i was just watching. it was like that you see that part was like. me watching#a movie. this happens a lot in my dreams shifting perspectives#like frequently ill Be me but yhen ill also be able to see my reaction to things...#but ya. shame the mermaids didnt actually fo much i suppose maybe the mermaids activated the plant things? since perhaps they gave water#control. idk... it was an interesting concept definitely couldve benefited from a second draft and a lot of cuts but i see the idea#also my papaw was un the supermarket at the end. so yeah
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So Iâve been enjoying the Disney vs. DeSantis memes as much as anyone, but like. I do feel like a lot of people who had normal childhoods are missing some context to all this.
I was raised in the Bible Belt in a fairly fundie environment. My parents were reasonably cool about some things, compared to the rest of my family, but they certainly had their issues. But they did let me watch Disney movies, which turned out to be a point of major contention between them and my other relatives.
See, I think some people think this weird fight between Disney and fundies is new. It is very not new. I know that Disneyâs attempts at inclusion in their media have been the source of a lot of mockery, but what a lot of people donât understand is that as far as actual company policy goes, Disney has actually been an industry leader for queer rights. Theyâve had policies assuring equal healthcare and partner benefits for queer employees since the early 90s.
Iâm not sure how many people reading this right now remember the early 90s, but that was very much not industry standard. It was a big deal when Disney announced that non-married queer partners would be getting the same benefits as the married heterosexual ones.
Like â it went further than just saying that any unmarried partners would be eligible for spousal benefits. It straight-up said that non-same-sex partners would still need to be married to receive spousal benefits, but because same-sex partners couldnât do that, proof that they lived together as an established couple would be enough.
In other words, it put long-term same-sex partners on a higher level than opposite-sex partners who just werenât married yet. It put them on the exact same level as heterosexual married partners.
They werenât the first company ever to do this, but they were super early. And they were certainly the first mainstream âfamily-friendlyâ company to do it.
Conservatives lost their damn minds.
Protests, boycotts, sermons, the whole nine yards. I canât tell you how many books about the evils of Disney my grandmother tried to get my parents to read when I was a kid.
When we later moved to Florida, I realized just how many queer people work at Disney â because historically speaking, itâs been a company that has guaranteed them safety, non-discrimination, and equal rights. Thatâs when I became aware of their unofficial âGay Daysâ and how Christians would show up from all over the country to protest them every year. Apparently my grandmother had been upset about these days for years, but my parents had just kind of ignored her.
Out of curiosity, I ended up reading one of the books my grandmother kept leaving at our house. And friends â itâs amazing how similar that (terrible, poorly written) rhetoric was to what people are saying these days. Disney hires gay pedophiles who want to abuse your children. Disney is trying to normalize Satanism in our beautiful, Christian America.Â
Just tons of conspiracy theories in there that ranged from âa few bad things happened that werenât actually Disneyâs fault, but they did happenâ to âPocahontas is an evil movie, not because it distorts history and misrepresents indigenous life, but because it might teach children respect for nature. Which, as we all know, would cause them all to become Wiccans who believe in climate change.â
Like â please, take it from someone who knows. This weird fight between fundies and Disney is not new. This is not Disneyâs first (gay) rodeo. These people have always believed that Disney is full of evil gays who are trying to groom and sexually abuse children.
The main difference now is that these beliefs are becoming mainstream. Itâs not just conservative pastors who are talking about this. Itâs not just church groups showing up to boycott Gay Day. Disney is starting to (reluctantly) say the quiet part out loud, and so are the Republicans. Disney is publicly supporting queer rights and announcing company-supported queer events and the Republican Party is publicly calling them pedophiles and enacting politically driven revenge.
This is important, because while this fight has always been important in the history of queer rights, it is now being magnified. The precedent that a fight like this could set is staggering. For better or for worse, we live in a corporation-driven country. I donât like it any more than you do, and Iâm not about to defend most of Disneyâs business practices. But we do live in a nation where rights are largely tied to corporate approval, and the fact that we might be entering an age where even the most powerful corporations in the country are being banned from speaking out in favor of rights for marginalized people⌠thatâs genuinely scary.
Like⌠Iâll just ask you this. Where do you think weâd be now, in 2023, if Disney had been prevented from promising its employees equal benefits in 1994? That was almost thirty years ago, and look how far things have come. When I looked up news articles for this post from that era, even then journalists, activists, and fundie church leaders were all talking about how a company of Disneyâs prominence throwing their weight behind this movement could lead to the normalization of equal protections in this country.
The idea of it scared and thrilled people in equal parts even then. It still scares and thrills them now.
I keep seeing people say âI need them both to lose!â and I get it, I do. Disney has for sure done a lot of shit over the years. But I am begging you as a queer exvangelical to understand that no. You need Disney to win. You need Disney to wipe the fucking floor with these people.
Right now, this isnât just a fight between a giant corporation and Ron DeSantis. This is a fight about the right of corporations to support marginalized groups. Itâs a fight that ensures that companies like Disney still can offer benefits that a discriminatory government does not provide. It ensures that businesses much smaller than Disney can support activism.
Hell, it ensures that you can support activism.
The fight between weird Christian conspiracy theorists and Disney is not new, because the fight to prevent any tiny victory for marginalized groups is not new. The fight against the normalization of othered groups is not new.
Thatâs what theyâre most afraid of. That each incremental victory will start to make marginalized groups feel safer, that each incremental victory will start to turn the tide of public opinion, that each incremental victory will eventually lead to sweeping law reform.
Theyâre afraid that they wonât be able to legally discriminate against us anymore.
So guys! Please. This fight, while hilarious, is also so fucking important. I am begging you to understand how old this fight is. These people always play the long game. They did it with Roe and theyâre doing it with Disney.
We have! To keep! Pushing back!
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so i know who i'm looking at! a sukuna ryomen oneshot
pairing ⸺ ghostface!sukuna x reader
summary ⸺ on halloween night, you get a strange phone call from a man with a distorted voice right as you're chilling while babysitting yuuji. you get an ultimatum: perform for him, or risk your and yuuji's lives.
warnings ⸺ smut, fluff (at the end), pre established consent but dub con just in case, cream pie, lots of degradation and praise, âgood girl,â oral sex (m!recieving), recording and pictures, suggested infidelity (but itâs not actually infidelity), exhibitionism, reader gives him a show in exchange for her life, rough sex, semi-public sex, established relationship, mdni, pls help me find artist for credit :(
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you stretch, yawning as you adjust the blanket you had on you to cover you and give you warmth on the chilly october evening. gazing forlornly at the balcony window outside, you see kids and college students alike in their halloween costumes visiting homes for treats and bars for booze, respectively. tonight was a night you were supposed to get dicked down by your boyfriend in the bathroom of a frat, but youâre stuck instead with a last minute call to babysit yuji because heâs sick.Â
you love the kid too much, like heâs your own baby. which is why you couldnât refuse playing babysitter, even if that meant forgoing pictures for your instagram with the slutty angel costume you had bought a month who in anticipation of halloweekend. instead, youâre tucked in and cozy, watching scream for the nth time just to fangirl over how hot ghostface is.Â
so youâre in your tank top and boy shorts, relaxing and chilling (that is, as much as you can while locked in on your movie). and, as if on cue, the moment the phone rings in the movie, the itadori householdâs phone number gets a call.
you jump at the noise, a bit on edge because of the movie and definitely regretting the idea of setting the living room pitch back in spirit of mood lighting. groaning (albeit a bit freaked out), you get up to answer the call, as yuji babysitting protocol required that you answer any call in case it may be an emergency. Â
picking upâbut a bit on edgeâyou drone, âitadori household, how can i help you?â
thereâs heavy breathing on the other end and you hate your scaredy cat tendencies because your heart is picking up at the distorted and low pants. âhâhello?â
âhey.â the voice is low, just like the breathing, and for a moment, you hate your brain for immediately recalling the nsfw audios you watch to masturbate because the guy on the phone sounds exactly like them. itâs a little freaky that youâre getting such a weird fuckin call at this time, but regardless you persist, in case this was relevant. you kind of need this job.
feigning cheerfulness, you ask, "what can i get ya?" as your fingers absently toy with the thin strap of your tank top. the cool air from the nearby vent sends a shiver across your skin, but the silence on the other end of the line is more unnerving. you're met with nothing but heavy breathing, and each exhale seems to scrape against your eardrums.
shifting uncomfortably, you feel the sweat beading at the nape of your neck as impatience builds. your fingers tighten around the receiver. "are you gonna talk or should i hang up?" you finally snap, agitation bleeding into your voice.
but before you can slam the phone down, he speaks.
âwhatâs your favorite scary movie?â
a groan escapes you, the kind that rises from deep in your chest, exasperation overtaking any lingering nervousness. "look, buddy, this is soooo corny. like, i was literally just watching scream, so youâre not doing shit. if you wanna prank call a girl, try somewhere else becauseâ"
âyou got a boyfriend?â
âi do,â you quip back quickly, a hand on your hip as you stand straighter, eyes flicking to the doorway of the kitchen. shadows dance in the dim light, your heartbeat subtly picking up pace. you move to hang up the phone, more irritated than frightened now. âso you better not try anything funny and waste more of your time, you fuââ
âbut heâs not sleeping upstairs with the kid?â
the world freezes. you pause, the phone hovering mid-air. what did he just say? your pulse quickens, each thud louder than the last as dread claws at your chest. "what?"
a laugh, deep and guttural, slithers through the receiver. itâs the kind of laugh that makes your stomach drop and your legs feel weak. his voice is smooth, velvety even, and it curls around your ear like smoke. despite the creeping fear, something primal makes your thighs clench involuntarily. âokay, now that iâve finally got your attention, letâs try this again. whatâs your name, baby?â
that wordâbabyâthe way he drags it out, rich and slow, makes your heart stutter, even as fear wraps tighter around your ribs. you grip the edge of the counter, nails digging into the cool surface. âwhy do you wanna know?â
âso i know who iâm looking at.â
the room spins. your breath falters, shallow, barely there. itâs like the walls are closing in, and your throat feels thick with fear. you lick your dry lips, throat tightening painfully. âwhaâwhat do you mean?â
a soft coo hums through the phone, mockingly sweet. âno need to be afraid, pretty baby. you donât want the kid upstairs to die, do you?â
your blood turns to ice. the words donât make sense at first, but when they do, it feels like the floorâs been yanked out from beneath you. your mind races, every nerve in your body screaming. âwhat the fuck? is this some kind of prank call? this isnât funny.â
but the man just continues, as if he didnât just say something so horrifying that your stomach churns. his voice remains steady, eerily calm. âthe kid, how old is he? five, six? heâs dozinâ off in those stupid iron man pjâs of his.â you swear you can hear his smile through the phone, a wicked curl of satisfaction. âand i love those shorts on you. parading your ass around like the slut you are. howâd your boyfriend leave you alone tonight?â
the walls feel like theyâre closing in. a cold sweat breaks out across your skin, and suddenly the room feels too small. your eyes dart toward the darkened stairs. every creak of the house becomes louder, sharper. the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you swallow, mouth dry as cotton. it feels like someone is watchingâsomeone who shouldnât be there.
for a second, you digest the information heâd bestowed upon youâinformation about yourself. not-so-subtly freaking out, you get out a âplease, please donât do this.âÂ
 âthen gimme a show. follow what i say.â
âoâokay. what do you want me to do?â youâre trembling, your realize, in your fear. or was it arousal?
âcome closer to the window,â the voice purrs. you tentatively walk up to the balcony window facing the itadori garden, awaiting instructions as you stand shivering with the chill of the air.
ânow,â the voice instructs, âtake your top off. gimme a show, alright? better see that fucking back arch when youâre talking it off like filthy stripper slut you are.â
you whimper in humiliation but follow his instructions anyways, slowly becoming more and more of a slave to your arousal, caused by his assured and suave voice. when you take your tank top off, back arched just like he asked, the man groans and you hear distant squelches on the other side of the line.
âgood girl. now when you take that bra off, pull up your cups, but donât take it off, leave it bunched. those tits better bounce for me.â pulling up the cups of your bra, your tits recoil and bounce and the squelching gets even louder as you feel eyes rove over your tits. âfuck, i love those tits. get on your knees and bounce em for me like youâre riding cock.âÂ
you clench so hard as you move to do as he says. part of you is soooo aroused to be forced around like this, so youâre easily giving him the show that he wants, getting on your knees and moving your chest so that they start rhythmically bouncing, synced up with the squelches you hear in the other side of the phone.
âstick your tongue out. drool on your tits.â you moan, your tongue lolling out as a glob of spit starts trailing down your body.
 âfuck!â he exclaims, aroused by the sight. âyou like being bossed around this baby? like my little bitch?â
âno!â you sob, tears springing out at the utter humiliation you were experiencing. âplease let me go, please donât do anything to yuji!âÂ
the voice chuckles. âreally? i think youâre lying, baby. i know that pussy is wet while youâre giving me a show. matter of fact, why donât you show me? make sure i get a really good look at that cunt, okay?â
slipping your shorts off, you turn so that your backside is facing the lawn and uncover your traitorous pussyâglistening wetâto him. taking a few steps back, you breathe heavilyâlike the person on the other side of the phoneâas you press your pussy against the glass, the heat and humidity originating from your inner walls fogging the area on the glass. you hear a snap! on the other side, indicated that he had taken a photo. eyes widening in panic, you ask, âwhat are you doing? please, iâm doing whatever you waââ
âi canât let everyone think youâre some innocent virgin, can i? parading your ass and pussy for me, when anyone in the neighborhood can see? matter of fact,â and you start panicking at his next words, âiâll post this online if you donât grind that ass back for me.â
you swallow and start to do as he says. the glass is cool as you rub your folds along it, your slick dirtying the glass as you move your folds on the glass door. of course, the glide isnât smoothâyour clit keeps catching on the glass, but the fact that youâre bare to the world, any stray eyes being able to see you on display arouses you to no extent. youâre ashamed of being aroused at having to perform for a stranger, but you continue regardless and clutch the phone in your hand as he speaks to you again.
âthe fuck you so wet for?â the voice mocks you. âyou get off on this shit?â
âfuck you,â you moan, continuing to rub yourself. âi hate you.âÂ
the man laughs meanly. âfor someone you hate, youâre getting pretty wet for me, baby.â the sounds of him stroking his dick are even louder as you grind against the door at the same tempo that he moves his hand at, grunting as you continue moaning into the mic. âlook at how youâre clenchingâgood girl. want me to come in and make you cum?â
âreal fucking cocky,â you hiss into the phone, âreally fuckin cocky of you to think you can make me cum. with the way you had to threaten me, i just know you have a micro.â
as soon as you say that, the call hangs up and you look at your screen in confusion. that is, until you feel hands on your bare hips, kneesâcovered in black fabricâpressing against the junction between your thighs. âsay that again,â the voice whispers.
you turn, eyes wide and heart speeding up as you turn to see the very figure that showed up in your movie. reminiscent of the killer, a tall man in a mask is hunched over you, now moving his hands to grip at your hands. âletâs take this to the bed, shall we?â
âoh shit,â ghostface curses, continuously snapping photos of your lips, the flash going off in the dark room. âlook at this,â and he brings the camera closer and closer to your pussy, using his other hand to spread your lips as you helplessly lie on the bed, forced to spread your legs for him. âthis pussy clenches everytime the flash goes off!â and heâs laughing, mocking you as slick leaves your hole in drops as the utter way youâre being humiliated. he grabs your cheeks roughly with the hand that was spreading your nether regions, squeezing them together and focusing the camera on your face. âthis is the slut iâm going to fuck. gonna suck my cock, right?â
âmhm,â you whimper, resigned to your fate. making quick work of his robe, he takes them off completely, still leaving his mask in place. as he uncovers his pelvis, your eyes immediately rove over the hardened muscles on his abdomen. thereâs a pink happy trail leading down to his dick, which is furiously red and standing. he grabs it, pumping the length as he moves closer and closer to your face until his precum is smearing against your face.
 âfuck,â he curses, as he takes in the sight of your teary eyes looking up at him dumbly, lips puckered as he slaps his cock against your cheeks until your cheeks are turning red. youâre giving kitten licks to his tip every time he alternates between slapping your two cheeks, not knowing what do to with yourself except focus on your oral fixation telling you instinctively to suck his cock. he then uses his fingers to pull your mouth open and slowly feeds his cock inside, eyes rolling back as soon as he feels your warm breath and hot tongue encompass him.Â
youâre sucking at his tip and alternating between licking the rest of his dick, and heâs lost in the tight, wet heat of your mouth hollowing around him. you then prop yourself on your knees, using your hands to grab and play with his balls, stimulating him even more and causing him to rip out of your mouth and growls, âon your hands and knees. now.â
he doesnât give you sufficient time to turn around and fully adjust in your position as heâs slamming into your roughly, the wet plush of your pussy too enticing. because you didnât see it coming, your face is smushed against the pillow, and he grabs at your hands, using his free hand to hold them together at the small of your back.Â
âyou like my cock, baby?â he pants, sweat beginning to run down his torso. when you donât respond, he lets go of your hands to smack you consecutive times on your ass. âanswer me.â
âi love it sooo much,â you babble, too lost in the pleasure to form more coherent thoughts as you ramble. âitâs splitting meâoh my god.â your eyes roll backâin pain or pleasure, you canât decideâas his cock kisses your cervix. the masked man keeps thrusting in you, the sounds of his hips smacking into yours echoing throughout your room in a series of plap plap plapâs.Â
âyea? fuck, iâm so close. you wanna live baby?â he grabs your hair and pulls, giving you a sloppy wet kiss on your cheek. âlet me come inside. youâll let me dump my cum in you, right?â
you only clenched tighter at his words. âplease,â you sobbed. âplease come inside. please paint my walls. i want your cum so bad.âÂ
you were so close, staving off your orgasm until he filled you up. at your words, the intruder laughed mockingly and kept thrusting into you, but the telltale sloppiness of his hips indicated that he was close. âgod, what a slutââ he was interrupted by his own climax, and as soon as the thick ropes of cum filled you, you came with a squeal, your back arching impossibly further as your thrashed on his dick because of the intensity of your orgasm. both of you rid it together, panting as you came down.Â
he pulls out of you, and before you can catch your breath, the man flops his entire weight on top of you, making you laugh as you let out a startled exclamation, âryo!â
you squirm beneath him, trying to push him off, but itâs futile. heâs far too big and heavy, and he knows it. with a low, lazy chuckle, your boyfriend, sukuna ryomen, removes his maskâtossing it carelessly onto the floorâbefore nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. his breath is warm against your skin, and you can feel the heat radiating off him as his chest rises and falls in rhythm with your own.
âdid you enjoy that stupid thing you wanted, brat?â he mumbles, slightly panting in exhaustion.
his words are snarky, but you can hear the affection laced beneath them. your heart swells with a sudden rush of warmth, the fondness you feel for him almost overwhelming. itâs moments like thisâwhere he does something ridiculous just because you asked, despite all his grumblingâthat remind you why you love him so much.
you wrap your arms around his broad back, fingers trailing lazily up and down his spine as you press a soft kiss to the top of his head. âyou didnât have to go all out, you know,â you whisper, smiling into his hair. âbut i really appreciate it. youâre kind of the best, even when you pretend youâre not.â
ryomen grunts, but thereâs no bite to it. he tightens his hold around you, his large frame practically cocooning you in warmth. you feel his lips brush softly against the skin of your neck, a tender gesture that contrasts with his usual roughness.
âyeah, well... youâre lucky i love you, freak,â he murmurs, voice low and husky. despite his usual bravado, thereâs something undeniably soft in the way he says it, as if the words are meant just for you.
you hum contentedly, feeling the weight of his body press you into the mattress. itâs comforting, like being wrapped in a warm blanket. you trace circles on his back with your fingertips, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment, where itâs just you and himâno roleplay, no teasingâjust the quiet aftermath of love.
âlucky, huh?â you tease back softly. âiâd say weâre both pretty lucky.â
ryomen huffs a quiet laugh against your skin before lifting his head slightly to look at you, his dark eyes soft in the dim light. then, he gets up and makes a move to walk out the door. at first, you thought he was heading towards the bathroom door to give you a towel to clean you up, but heâs heading towards the doorâsoft cock swinging, butt nakedâand youâre only left in confusion as to what heâs doing.
âryo, where are you going?â
âfixin myself a sandwich, iâm hungry,â he grumbles over his shoulder, leaving you dumbfounded. youâre left sitting on the bed as he continues the trek down the stairs to satiate his post sex hungries.Â
âhey!â you shriek, âyour balls are out! what if yuji sees?âÂ
later, when yuji walks deliriously into the kitchen to see his uncleâs cock and balls, he almost wishes he could fully succumb to his fever.
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âË・âââ・ËâCool OffâË・âââ・Ëâ
âĄď¸ pairing: Zayne x fem!reader
・°â ď¸Â°ď˝ĄMINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)・°â ď¸Â°ď˝Ą
âĄď¸ cw: unprotected sex (oops), office sex, semi-public sex, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, I think that's it?
âĄď¸ word count: 3.4k
âĄď¸ synopsis: what to do when you "accidentally" flash your doctor?
âĄď¸ a/n: I haven't written smut in like three years. So if you think my writing is cringe, just keep scrolling idk.
âĄď¸ special thanks to my beta reader âĄď¸ @its-de âĄď¸ for reading and helping me with this
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You finally have a day off and you want to use this free time to run errands. However, it's also a hot summer day and you need to dress accordingly. After cleaning your apartment and stocking up your fridge, you have -
meet up with your friend
shop for some new summer clothes and bed sheets
doctorâs appointment
You'd just skip the last one because you feel fine, even during the hot weather.
But you know damn well Dr Zayne will not be pleased with you if you do that. And he's not only your doctor now (and a childhood friend), but an actual friend who you spend most of your free time with. Circumstances of him being your assigned physician, some other stuff that happened in the last few months, brought you so much closer that you couldn't help but develop a huge crush on him. And how could you not when he's so kind, warm, attentive, always makes time for you, funny in his own way... you could spend the whole day thinking of all the stuff that makes you want to be more than friends.
Actually, you might be more than just friends. Lately, youâve been going on a lot of âdatesâ; visiting festivals, trying new restaurants but also frequenting your favorite ones, dragging him to the arcade⌠heâs started insisting on being the one to drop you off at home after a night out. Just a couple of weeks ago when you were sick, he came to your place and took care of you. Both of you ended up falling asleep on your bed watching your comfort movie â actually, he wanted to read his book but ended up invested in the plot and eventually fell asleep before you, tired from his shift and nursing you back to health. You had enough strength to get up to pull out a freshly washed blanket from the closet and cover him. You lied back down, finding comfort in watching Zayneâs peaceful sleeping face. Thatâs how you fell asleep.
The next morning you found yourself waking up on Zayneâs chest, your form enveloping his. He was gently stroking your back, waiting for you to open your eyes. You donât know whether you were the one that latched onto him during the night, or if heâs the one that pulled you in; nonetheless, it felt surreal to wake up like this. You looked up into his beautiful hazel green eyes, and you just shared a moment of pure intimacy. Then you got self-conscious of him having a close up of your morning face, which made you immediately jump from the bed and sprint to the bathroom. So, he did manage to nurse you back to health in one day.
You really wish he made the first move already. With all the stolen glances, lingering touches, cuddling, you genuinely think he feels the same way. But you are also his patient, so maybe he feels uncomfortable starting anything, like heâs crossing a boundary and abusing his position as your physician? Maybe heâs waiting for you to make the first move?
Or maybe youâre just delusional and ovulating.
Okay, back to the present. Youâre not going to pass up the opportunity to see your crush (this is more than just a crush, honestly) and you add one more task to the list
get some dessert for Zayne
And you want to look cute for him, so you opt for your new backless summer dress.
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âThank fuck, I look okay.â You murmur as you check yourself out in the mirror in the bathroom of Zayne's office.
It's just before 8pm, your scheduled checkup. Both of you were too busy to hang out for more than a week, and you canât wait to see him. You took this opportunity to leave the heavy shopping bags on the sofa, the bag with dessert on his desk, and quickly freshen up in the bathroom. It was so hot today, still is, but thanks to the dress you didn't sweat that much.
You exit the bathroom the same time he enters the office. You catch how his usually stern gaze behind his glasses softens at the sight of you.
âHey!â You donât waste any time and shorten the distance between you, wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a peck on the cheek.
Zayneâs hands stiffly hover over your waist, stunned by the enthusiastic greeting. You always have a big smile on your face when you see him, but youâre only this forward when you have some alcohol in your system. He doesnât smell it on your breath now though.
âDid you miss me that much, or are you trying to coax me to skip the check up?â
You pull away with a pout and a blush on your cheeks. Feeling a little embarrassed, you go and sit on a chair across his desk, steering the conversation towards the dessert you brought him.
With an entertained smirk, he sat on his chair and indulged in just chatting with you, and making plans for the evening. He feels at ease now that youâre here.
Zayne cuts the conversation short to take care of some paperwork, so you entertain yourself with your phone, checking what cafes are open. You sit there in silence, not wanting to disturb him. The room is air-conditioned and you would think you'd start to cool down, but it's impossible to do so when your crush is right across you. You try to focus on your phone but your eyes keep darting between the screen and Zayneâs handsome focused featuresâŚhis hand holding the pen⌠his long fingers...
âYou need to ask me something?â Zayne peers over his glasses.
Busted!
For like a hundredth time.
You fidget in your seat. âUm, no. I donât wanna disturb you.â
He closes a file and puts papers aside. âIâm done. Go ahead.â
You make up how you wanted to ask him if he wanted to visit the cafĂŠ on your screen, only to for him to point out itâs closed when you show it to him. Not smooth at all.
You nervously scratch your back, and that when it hits you. You didn't wear a bra today!
In your defense, of course you're not going to wear a bra with the backless dress and when it's so hot outside, and it would be okay if this was just a hangout, but the main reason why you're here is because of the check up! Well, now you're getting even more flustered and you can feel nervous sweat forming everywhere. Great.
Zayne's voice fades into focus.
"Is everything okay?"
âYeah, letâs just go find a cafe thatâs nearby!â You prop yourself to sit up and make a run for it, but the seriousness in Zayneâs tone stops you.
âYouâre not going anywhere.â
You wave your hand âI feel great, you don't need to -"
"That's good to hear." He humors you, setting the stethoscope around his neck, eyes not leaving yours.
You engage in a short staring contest, but you never win those with him. You hold back the bratty whine as you get up and walk towards the chair. Should you address this? What would be more awkward â saying that you donât have a bra on or just slipping off the top of the dress, flashing him? But Zayne is a professional; he probably saw plenty of breasts from other patients and didnât bat an eye. And maybe he even noticed that youâre braless.
You sit on the chair next to him and Zayne gives you an amused look. âGood girl.â
It was like a reflex - the moment you heard those words, your hands slipped off the top of your dress. Zayne pauses, his eyes locked at the sight before him. Oh shit, did you manage to make the situation awkward after all? Just when you wanted to open your mouth to say anything, he blinks and proceeds to do what heâs supposed to do. You suck in a breath when the icy cold stethoscope touches your chest spreading goosebumps across your skin, making your nipples hard. Zayne's eyes are focused somewhere to the side, but you can see light redness peppered on his cheeks. The two of you sit there in silence while he checks your heartbeat. You try to compose yourself, take slow breaths, but your heart is giving you away.
When heâs done, he takes off the instrument and places it on the table. He clears his throat âNothing irregular, your heartbeat is a little faster, but the heat is probably to blame.â
Right, the heat.
You hope that the redness, still on his face, and his ears, is not from the sun.
Again, you have two choices â do you pull the top up and act like nothing happened, continue the same âwill they, wonât theyâ routine â or do you want to do something about this, take the first step and find out once and for all if this infatuation is one sided?
You take his hand, making him look at you, âWell, can you help me cool down, Doctor?â
Zayne eyes widen slightly, switching between your hand and your gaze, only guessing where youâre going with this.
You gently place his cold hand just above your left breast âIs this okay?â you whisper.
Zayneâs irises are almost black from how dilated his pupils are. As he gazes into your doe eyes, the hand resting on your chest travels up across your skin and lands on the side of your neck. He takes off his glasses, leans towards you, his lips a breath away from yours, âYouâre walking on thin ice, darling.â
He grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you into a searing kiss. Zayne is kissing you like a man starved, like he's been waiting for this for so long, afraid that this moment will slip away all too quickly. His other hand wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you closer, pressing your chests together, feeling each otherâs heartbeats. You moan into the kiss, surprised by the intensity of it and the desperation of his embrace. His lips are so soft and tender, just like you imagined too many times. The hand on your waist travels up to grab your breast, the sensation of his big cold hand on your heated skin making you gasp against his lips. He seizes the moment to lick your bottom lip, then slipping his tongue, yours quickly meeting it.
Suddenly, both of his hands land on your shoulders pulling away.
He utters âfuckâ (this might be the first time hearing him say the f word, and youâre embarrassed how excited it made you.) He holds your chin with thumb and index finger, âDo you wish to continue?â
You utter âyesâ and grab him by the black necktie locking your lips again. His hands find the top of your thighs, then sneaking their way down to bunch up your dress over your knees.
âHold onto me.â He murmurs between kisses, and you oblige, catching onto his shoulders. Zayne grabs you by the back of your soft thighs, lifting you from the chair and placing you on his desk, so effortlessly and swiftly, like you weigh nothing.
Your fingers comb through his soft, thick hair, relishing in the fact of being able to touch it like this. His hands cup your face, distancing his lips from yours. You expectantly look up to see his tender, yearning gaze. He looks like heâs about to say something, but then he kisses you again, this time softly, slowly deepening it, stealing your breath away. His soft lips move to kiss and nip at the side of your neck, his hands giving attention to your breasts again. He caresses both of them, and it doesnât take long for one of his hands to be replaced by his lips. His hot tongue teases around the nipple. But when he starts sucking on it, while simultaneously playing with the other one with his fingers, a loud moan escapes your lips.
Zayneâs smirks against the sensitive nipple, âYou need to stay quiet, darling.â
You were so dazed with lust that you completely forgot that there could be people outside his office. You bite your bottom lip and nod.
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, one hand bunching up your dress more and resting on your hip, while the one on your nipple sneaks its way down, teasing the band of your underwear. You feel his fingers slide down, rubbing you over your soaked panties, making you move your hips, craving more friction.
âFuck.â He breathes against your ear, âYouâre already so wet for me.â
The fingers travel towards the band of your underwear and tug on it, and you lift your hips to let him slide it down your legs. Then he stashes your panties into the pocket of his pants.
He catches you by surprise when he kneels down in front of your cunt, your legs closing on reflex, but Zayne grabs your thighs before they could squish his head.
He gently strokes them, "Let me see you."
Youâre hesitant about it, but you remember that you took extra steps when you freshened up in the bathroom. Slowly, you spread your legs, lifting your feet to rest on the edge of the desk. Cool air against your soaked pussy sends shivers all over your body.
His hands rest on the plush of your inner thighs. His eyes are mesmerized by the sight in front of him. You almost feel self-conscious by the close-up heâs getting.
"Zayne â" You squirm under his stare.
Snapping out of his daze, he meets your eyes "Iâm sorry. Youâre just so much more beautiful than I imagined."
Than he imagined? The statement makes your cheeks even deeper red, your pussy more wet and impatient.
Feeling impatient himself, Zayne starts by placing gentle kisses on your inner thigh. The hand on the opposite side follows the same trail, his slender fingers stopping to tease your wet folds, the contact making you gasp and involuntarily clench your thighs.
"Relax, angel." His breath fans over your pussy, not making it easier but you try anyway.
The digits slowly glide over the wetness, bathing in your juices. Your hips flinch as his fingertips lightly circle your clit, thighs trembling as digits are replaced with his hot tongue. It glides flat over your folds, stopping to circle the sensitive nub. The tip of the tongue flicks over it, circles it, again and again, your cunt dripping with both his saliva and your arousal. His middle finger slides in, ring finger shortly after, curling to reach and rub that delicate spot inside you; he sucks and licks your clit while finger fucking you, and your thighs are now shaking, toes curling, as intense waves of pleasure course through your body.
Your hold onto Zayneâs hair, and roll your hips in the same rhythm of his fingers, chasing your release, "Zayne⌠Iâm gonnaâ"
He locks eyes with you and continues what heâs doing; you come shortly after, covering your mouth with your hand.
Zayne helps you come down from your high, places soft pecks on your thighs again and stands up, pulling you into another breathtaking kiss.
Your hands frantically find his belt and start unbuckling it.
Zayne breaks the kiss, âI donât have any condoms here.â
You shrug âJust pull out.â
âThatâs not very respo â â
âWell, youâre a doctor; you can prescribe me some plan b pills.â you innocently flutter your lashes.
He chuckles and starts taking off his tie and shirt, and you take a moment to gaze at the strong, chiseled muscles of his torso, his arms and those shoulders. Zayne, amused at your dazed and shameless ogling of his  shirtless physique, reaches down to unzip his pants, taking them and underwear off in the same go, his hard cock smacking against his shaved pelvis. You suck in a breath when your eyes land on it. He's long and thick, curved just right, tip glistening with so much precum. You hand wraps around it, stroking and feeling the pulsing veins under your touch.
Zayneâs breath hitches âAre you sure â fuckâŚâ He groans when you press his length against your slippery folds, teasingly moving your hips.
âYes⌠I need you.â
With those magic words, Zayne swipes all the papers off the table, grabs you behind the knees and lifts your legs further, and you lean back to rest on your elbows.
His dick strokes your slit, tip teasing the entrance, but you're so impatient.
'Zaynee-' you whine.
He closes his eyes, jaw clenched. Even though your âfriendâ is the embodiment of calm and collected, right now heâs barely holding onto his composure. His flushed cheeks and red ears, ragged breathing are exposing how badly he wanted, needed, this and how heâs trying so hard not to cum right here before even slipping the tip in.
But he doesnât want to wait any longer; with your needy whines spurring him on, he places his red cockhead against you, your drenched pussy making it easy to slide it in.
His leg muscles tremble, trying to restrain himself from bottoming out the same second; with shallow thrusts, he slowly slides it all the way in. He towers over you, one hand resting on the desk, the other cupping your face. His hips roll at languid pace, his hooded eyes never leaving your face, watching you adjust to his size.
As you get comfortable, you grab him by back of his neck âFaster, pleaseâŚâ You breathe. He leans down, locking your lips into a sloppy kiss.
He slowly picks up the pace, his hand starts playing with your nipples again, and now it's really hard keep your voice down. You keep breaking the kiss in desperate need to catch your breath, but moans escape your lips as well. Zayne grabs your upper arms and pushes you down further. His muscular torso pressed against yours, his pelvis rubbing against your clit.
âZayne - I'm closeâ
âTry to stay quiet, angel.â he grunts, his eyes locked on your face, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He angles himself so his hand can reach down and rub your clit, and itâs too much for you - you cum a few seconds later and Zayne has to slip two fingers of his other hand into your mouth to keep you from screaming. You still whimper and moan over his fingers. He slows down to help you ride out the orgasm, and pulls out the fingers to kiss your lips.
'Is it okay to pick up the pace now? I'm so close.'
You only nod, unable to form any words. He plants a kiss on your temple and moves onto kissing and sucking your neck. Then he goes back to just looking at your face while he picks up the pace, your legs locking around his waist, pulling him even deeper. You bite your bottom lip, but at this point, you feel it's impossible to stay quiet. And now it's not only you who is making noise, but the desk, although sturdy, is starting to move and creak.
You gasp as he suddenly lifts you off the table with his big arms wrapped around your torso. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him. His hands grabs your ass and starts moving your hips in unison with his, his throbbing dick thrusting so much deeper, all the juices leaking down his balls and onto the floor.
You latch your teeth onto his neck to keep yourself from screaming while heâs panting feverishly into your ear.
âIâm gonna come soon ââ
You meet his gaze âDonât pull out.â
His hips stutter at your words, eyes widening for a second. He curses under his breath and picks up the pace. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, lewd gasps and pants interrupting.
His hands squeezing your ass in a bruising grip, he grunts against your lips, and you feel intense throbbing of his cock; warm liquid filling you up, sending shivers all over your sweaty body.
His slow pumps let his thick cum drip out, making a mess of his pants and the floor. You can feel how fast his heart is beating against your chest. The two of you catch your breath as your lips share a languid kiss, enjoying the warmth of each otherâs bodies.
After pulling out, Zayne sits you on his chair. He kneels in front of you, caresses your cheek, his eyes full of adoration. âI never thought our first time would look like this.â
You lean into his palm, looking at him with sweet innocent eyes, âOh? What did you imagine then?â
âI can show you later.â
#my writing needs to be hornier#guess i'm back to writing#love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace#zayne x reader#zayne smut#love and deepspace smut#zayne x you#lads zayne
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How would the TWST boys act when they had a crush on the Reader/Yuu?
All are meant to be interpreted as romantic except for Ortho, who is a wingman for his brother in his part. Some characters might be a bit OOC. Reader is GN but will be referred to as pretty/beautiful. Minor TW for Rollo having yandere tendencies.
If anyone has anything to add or any questions, please leave an ask or comment! Requests are open if anyone wants :)Â Everything is under the cut
Heartslabyul:
Riddle Rosehearts -Â
Not the best person to have liking you.Â
Heâs not mean or anything he just... Has no idea what to do with himself at any time.Â
And itâs very obvious.Â
He thinks that if heâs very, very specific about you following the rules, youâll praise him and thus thatâll mean youâll like him.Â
Heâs⌠Trying his best.Â
âOff With Your Head!â You felt the metal clamp around your neck as you heard the echo of the words. Turning around, you saw the small redhead with his hands on his hips, face already flushing. He grabbed the drink you were holding, the surface of the coffee moving as he pulled away. âOn a Tuesday, one can only drink lemon tea past 3:14 in the afternoon!â He huffed, before using his free hand to pull you away. âIf you donât know the rules, Iâll just have to teach them to you. Come on, thereâs some tea in the garden. I have a book of rules I could read to you.âÂ
Trey Clover -Â
Heâs housewife material, heâll bake for youÂ
âAny boy can be babygirl but it takes a man to be a single motherâ vibesÂ
I never know what to say to him heâs just a normal person who likes cookingÂ
On a complete side note if you ever go to NYC, go to Aliceâs Tea Cup. Itâs this tea house thatâs kind of close to Broadway, at least last time I went pre-COVID, and itâs so good. I have the recipe book from there and the pumpkin scones are the best.Â
You walked into the Hearslabyul kitchen, smiling at the smell of apple pie. Trey was baking, and the dish had just come out of the oven. He smiled, but then slapped your hand away when you tried to grab it. âNot yet, it needs to cool first. If you really want something to eat, we have leftover blueberry scones in the fridge.â He said, looking away to get the serving plate. You touched it anyway, pulling back as you burned yourself. He looked at you and sighed, taking you by the arm to get an ice cube on it. âBurnt hand teaches best, I suppose... It shouldnât be that bad of a burn. If it gets any worse, Iâll put some cream on it...â He said, before kissing the burn. âAnd a get-well-soon kiss, of course.âÂ
Cater Diamond -Â
Heâs a silly boy, but also an angsty oneÂ
If he genuinely likes you, heâd probably try really, really hard to be the âperfect guyâÂ
And also to try to hide how into you he is because heâs scared youâll leave himÂ
Those moments when his guard drops are probably the sweetest, thoughÂ
âAh, that was fun! Well, Cay-cayâs all yours for the rest of the day. What do you wanna do now?â Cater said, having just turned off his livestream. You were behind his phone smiling at him. You were going to recommend getting a drink at the Monstro lounge, but saw how tired he was. He smiled at you when you asked to just hang out with him at home. âYou do, huh? Well, thereâs a new movie we could watch.â When you raised an eyebrow, asking if it was for Magicam, he just chuckled and shook his head. âNope. A remake of an old classic. I want to watch it with you. Iâm sure that youâd be able to make anything good, just by being there.âÂ
Ace Trapolla & Deuce Spade-Â
Theyâre together because I feel like you canât make one fall for you without the other. Itâs a âbuy one get one freeâ deal.Â
Ace would be a nightmare to have in love with you.Â
Heâd try his best to flirt, but mainly through really bad dirty jokes and pickup lines.Â
Or, by inserting himself into your life as much as possible in an attempt to force himself into a place of importance for youÂ
Duece, on the other hand, would be an angel.Â
He attempts to be an old-fashioned gentleman, like holding open doors and getting you flowers.Â
Are those roses from Heartslabyulâs garden? Maybe. Just donât snitch on him to Riddle.Â
You weren't entirely sure how you got yourself into hiding in a cabinet with Ace and Duece, but here you were, avoiding the Riddle currently screaming his head off about how someone had stolen the roses currently in your arms. You had a hand over Dueceâs mouth as he muttered apologies, trying to get him to shut up, before Ace leaned in and whispered âHey, Prefect?â You gave him a look, to which he said, âAre you from Tennessee? Because youâre the only ten I see!â He asked, voice rising in volume as he tried not to laugh, to which Duece slapped him on the arm and cried, âDonât be so loud! Youâre going to get us caught!â Ace only laughed harder, until the door to the cabinet opened. You took a dash out of there with your roses, the two bumbling baffoons behind you, the yelling housewarden already collaring them.Â
Savanaclaw:Â
Leona Kingscholar -Â
Heâs a fun manÂ
Well, not really, but his attempts are very fun for Ruggie.Â
Heâll just drag you away and force you to cuddle with him.Â
Youâll probably end up cutting class, but do you really care when itâs with the clingy lion man?Â
Throwing money at you with no regard to the amount he gives or the reason he does it is the other attempt.Â
If he can prove that heâs better at taking care of you than the lizard, he can win this round.Â
And get a better lover than his brother, but thatâs the secondary goal.Â
You were just walking in the garden when you felt someone trip you, causing you to land half in a bush. Before you could turn around to tell off the person responsible, they grabbed your waist and pulled you to them on the floor. âItâs nap time, Herbivore. Shut up and let me sleep.â When you told him that he was the one who invited you here and youâd have to skip your next class to stay, he just huffed and rolled his eyes at you, pushing a pouch in your hand. âYeah, yeah. Whatever. If youâll be like that, take this and you can get whatever you want in your lunch period. Fair deal if youâll stay.âÂ
Ruggie Bucchi -Â
Would never ask you out on a date, heâs scared.Â
The best treatment that you get before heâs sure youâre not going to be mean to him is that he doesnât pawn your gifts off for cash.Â
Afterward, heâll be a bit more affectionateÂ
Maybe even give you some of his food...Â
Also, hyena courting stuff; Shadowing a potential partner, taking a step forward and then taking a step back, and other stuff like that.Â
You heard the laughing of the beastman before you were able to see his face. He had been following you around for most of the day, but every time heâd take a few steps forward, heâd taken a few back after a second. Now, though, he had his head on your shoulder. âHello, Prefect. Look what I got!â He said, showing you a donut he had probably gotten from Samâs. âYou want a bite?â He asked, when you nodded and took a bite he bit onto the other end, giggling away. âWhat, was that really enough to fluster you, Prefect? Shishishi, I should try doing this to you again.â
Jack Howl -Â
Jack asks you outright if you feel the same way he does, especially if you two are friends.Â
Finally! A confession!Â
He doesnât want to make your friendship weird, so he wants to tell you that itâs happened and either find a way to get over you or have a happy relationship.Â
Very much âWorst they can say is no, best they can say is yesâ kind of manÂ
Aside from that, very loyal and sweet to you before he realizes that he likes youÂ
Also, a pinch of an old-fashioned gentleman in himÂ
Jack had called you out earlier that day to go on an evening walk with him, and so here you were. You were in the mountains, walking at a fairly slow pace. You neared a big tree as the sun set, and Jack took a deep breath. He took your hand, ears on high alert and tail looking undecided between if it wanted to cower beneath his legs or wag excitedly, and said, âPrefect, I like you very much. Please go on a date with me.â
Octavinelle:Â
Azul Ashengrotto -Â
Oh noÂ
He has two moods when it comes to the person he likes; Annoyingly showoffish and annoyingly terrified of you.Â
Somehow, itâs sometimes both.Â
He would talk very loudly about how well he was doing as a businessman his contracts and how much money heâd made.Â
And then you touch him and he just stops functioning.
âOh, look, Jade! Another new high this month! We might even be able to expand!â He cried, glancing at you again and again. This had been happening every time you visited Monstro Lounge; A song and dance of Azul fishing for compliments that he seemed to hate, if him leaving the room every time you complimented him had anything to say about it. This time, you grabbed his wrist as you spoke, telling him how he was doing a very good job. You watched him turn a shade of red and blue, stiffening up as he muttered out a response. âThank you... I will keep your response in mind.â The moment you let him go, Jade stepped in to talk to you as the octopus-mer ran away once more.Â
Jade Leech -Â
As the more put together of the two moray eels here, he gets the âclassierâ side of the coin.Â
Moray courting rituals of wrapping together is often described as a dance, so heâll try to dance with you.Â
Aside from that, I can see him subtly teasing you about yawning in front of him, even if you donât understand why.Â
And feeding you plenty of mushroom dishes.Â
You were stuffed, that was for sure. Jade had invited you to Octavinelle a while ago, and now you were here, eating various mushroom dishes like your life depended on it. He was smiling, another one placed in front of you. âA shiitake and crab stir fry is next. Surely, you have room for more?â He asked, a small smile on his lips. He chuckled when you yawned, âIsnât it a bit late in the season for that?â When you asked what he meant, he only shook his head and brought a filled fork to your lips. âFufu. Just focus on eating for now, Prefect.âÂ
Floyd Leech -Â
Hehe funny unhinged eel man Â
Moray eels like to cuddle, so prepare to be squeezed by himÂ
Also, yawning or âgapingâ (Opening his mouth really wide) at you.Â
Honestly, I donât have a lot of thoughts on him, heâs just a silly little guy.Â
âShrimpy!â You heard cried behind you, Floyd flopping himself over you from behind. He yawned and pushed his head over your shoulder as he spread himself over you so his weight was all on you to hold up. âWhatcha doing?â He asked, smiling at you. Once you answered that you were on your way to class, he frowned, wrapping his arms around you before lifting you like a cat. âThatâs boring! Common, Shrimpy, weâre going to find something fun to do!âÂ
Scarabia:Â
Kalim Al-Asim -Â
For Kalim, I feel as if the second he knows he likes you, you will know he likes you because heâll tell you outright.Â
Before he knows he likes you, everyone else will know he likes you.Â
Running up to you at every opportunity, constantly complimenting you, talking about you to everyone who will listen, etc.Â
Much like the other rich kids who arenât used to being genuinely wanted for themselves and not their money in this school, Kalim will throw expensive gifts at you in an attempt to gain your favor.Â
âPrefect!!â You heard someone shout, running at you from across the field of the flying lesson you were in. âThere you are! Iâve got something for you!â He said, smiling all the while. He kissed you on the cheek, and then reached into his bag, pulling out a golden bracelet. Before you had time to refuse, because it was the middle of a class where it could easily be lost or because of the outrageous price tag, he spoke up. âAnd now we match! Just like twins, see?â He had kept his ones on this time, and you couldnât help but smile as he was beaming up at you.Â
Jamil Viper -Â
Jamil might not be able to show off often, but he does try to do so for you.Â
Youâre busy and canât cook? Heâll get you some food!Â
Youâve torn a hole in your gym clothes? Heâs got a sewing kit on him!
Your homework is about to kill your GPA because Crewel seems to hate having breaks? Heâs your guy!
All in all, he attempts to woo you like a mixture of a 1950s housewife and the stereotype of tutor love interests in media.Â
â-And thatâs how to make a basic healing tonic. Any questions?â He asked. When you shook your head, he gave a small smile. âThatâs good. Iâll help you clean up in here, and then Iâve got something for you back at Scarabia.â His hand brushed yours as he helped you clear up the papers that had been scattered around as you studied. âYou mentioned wanting to try foods from the scalding sands, so I got a bunch of ingredients. Iâll make you a wonderful meal if youâd like.â
Pomefiore:Â
Vil Schoenheit -Â
Much like Riddle, you must deal with him being much more annoying as soon as he likes you.Â
Just this time, heâs annoying you about your self-care.Â
You donât take multi-hour spa baths in the crummy bath at Ramshackle? Well, now you do at the much better baths in Pomefiore every week.Â
You donât have a skincare routine that takes up half your morning? Yes, you do.Â
You will never be in better condition physically but he will continue finding new ways to push you.Â
He does it out of love because he wants you to always look and feel your best.Â
You opened the door to Ramshackle, looking at a mildly annoyed Vil. He grabbed you before you could protest, leading you away from your dorm. âCome on, Potato. Iâm taking you to Pomefiore, and youâre going to get a makeover.â When you asked why, the third year just rolled his eyes. âYou have bags under your eyes, and they seem to be from lack of sleep or stress, if your appearance when you came here was anything to say about it. So, Iâm getting you a spa day and will teach you how to take care of yourself better. If you still canât, Iâll just have to take you for spa time more often.âÂ
Rook Hunt -Â
Rook is a walking love letter.Â
Constantly waxing poetics, and talking about how beautiful you are.Â
You forget something at home and the next thing you know youâve got an arrow shot next to you and whatever you need as well as a heartfelt note is in a pouch tied to it.Â
And heâs just... There.Â
All the time.Â
Heâs in your walls.Â
You sighed, having forgotten your potions textbook for the third time this week. Truly, your memory was your own worst- What was that? A thud had come from right next to you; An arrow with a paper gift bag tied onto it through a deep purple ribbon had been shot into a tree, going right past your head. When you looked into it, there was your missing textbook, as well as a note from the giver. âDearest Trickster, it is a wonder to be in your presence. I do ask, please grace me with those eyes to my face. If only I had those, I would be happy to deliver you your books for the rest of my life.â When you looked around, you saw him; The third year excitedly waving at you from the rooftop of the school.Â
Epel Felmeir -Â
He tries so hard to show you how awesome cool and manly he is.Â
Has the same vibes as a child showing their parents how good they are at sports.Â
âHey Mom, look!â *Kicks a soccer ball and falls flat on his face*Â
Heâs doing the best he can with the skills he has, give the little guy some creditÂ
âHey, Prefect! Did ya see that goal I made at the end?â Epel said, having just finished a Spelldrive game. He had come up to you as soon as he was done, and you smiled at him, nodding and telling him that he had done well. He puffed his chest out at that, looking like the cat who got the cream. âOf course I did! Iâll even give ya a ride on my broom after our next practice, so you can see what it looks like when ya playing. Thatâs be fun, right?â He said, smiling at you widely.Â
Ignihyde:Â
Idia Shroud -Â
Scared boyÂ
Very, very scared boyÂ
He will try to run from you any time heâs nearby.
If you manage to corner him, expect him to be very flustered.Â
Maybe youâll get a sentence or two out of him if you keep trying...Â
Idia had been avoiding you for the past few days, and you had no idea why. So here you were, using the key card ortho gave you to work your way into the room of the hermit. He was hunched over his desk, eyes closed and breathing steady. His monitor was on, so when you walked over, you took the mouse out from him and went to save in his game before you closed it out. He stirred, muttering as he opened his eyes, âOne more round, Orthohmysevenitsyouohimsorryicangonow!â He bolted straight up, hair flaming pink as he pushed the swirly chair back and ran out of his own room.
Ortho Shroud -Â
His big brotherâs best wingmanÂ
Will come up to you and talk about how great his brother isÂ
If needed, pulls up diagrams and chats like heâs giving a PowerPoint presentation on his brotherâs ability to date youÂ
âPrefect!â You heard a shout, the younger Shroud brother coming up to you. âI have something that you must see! You are aware of my brotherâs affection for you, correct?â When you shook your head, he smiled, pulling up a presentation on his iPad. âThat makes this much more difficult, but very well! As you can see here, oneâs heartbeat increases when one meets with the object of oneâs affections. This can be caused by a flight or fight response, which my brother does not usually suffer from when over a call with another. However, when your voice is there, his heart rate spikes dramatically! This means that I have reason to believe that he is in love with you. In this presentation, I will-â
Diasonia:Â
Malleus Dracona -Â
He is going to try to woo you with gemsÂ
And probably other dragon-courting ritualsÂ
I think that out of the beastmen and fae, he understands the least that you donât get their courting rituals.Â
By the name he realizes that you donât think youâre dating heâs already picked out the names of your kids.Â
âChild of Man?â You heard the familiar voice of Hornton call out to you in your garden. You smiled, turning around to face him. âItâs nice to see you again. I have a gift for you.â He said, holding out a golden necklace with emeralds sprinkled in. When you tried to refuse the gift, saying it was too expensive to get âjust becauseâ he only shook his head and put it around your neck. âAll the stars in the sky would be too little to give you, and every jewel in my horde pales in comparison to your beauty. If only you wear this, then you will surely compare to my father when you take your place at my side. Although, I believe you already do in both appearance and wit.â
Lilia Vanrouge -Â
Old fae bat manÂ
He flirts with you, but it ends up being either too old-timey or too fae for you to understandÂ
For the old-timey side; According to Wikipedia, âGifts accompanied courtship in the form of a man proving coins, trinkets or clothing to the woman he is trying to woo.â So, he gets you various gifts, like coins, jewelry that he has, and whatever else youâre interested in.Â
I assume that because heâs such a long-lived fae, they range from âI found this stone in the gardenâ to âHereâs a 1000-year-old artifact capable of destroying the world if you hold onto it wrongâ
For the fae side; Male bats court by making various noises (screaming, honking, singing), flicking their wings/showing off how good they are at flying, and grooming the other party. Iâm interpreting this as singing to you, playing with your hair, and trying to impress you in flight class.Â
Also, him humming old love songs to you and playing with your hair I canât-
Lilia was sitting next to you on the couch, as you flipped through various movies on the television he had in his room. You were in his arms, with his hands in your hair, braiding wherever he could get enough hair to do so. âHey, Beastie?â He chuckled as you sighed at the lack of familiar movies. âI really do care for you quite a bit. Also, thereâs this one Halloween movie that came out a year or two ago. Terror is Trending, or something. We could watch that.�� He laughed again and started humming. It seemed to be a classical piece. When you asked what he was singing, he said âDichterliebe, Robert Schumannâs Op. 48., movement 11.â He smiled at you, and then laughed at your confusion. âJust put the movie on already, Beastie.âÂ
Silver âVanrougeâ -Â
The meeting scene from Sleeping BeautyÂ
Thatâs it, thatâs my ideaÂ
Due to the lack of inspiration, he gets a slightly longer drabble, though?Â
You were walking in the woods, pausing at a shallow river, singing to yourself. It wasnât long until you heard a horse trotting towards you. You turned to face it, and Silver smiled as you did. âItâs nice to see you again, Prefect.â He said, getting off his horse to stand next to the river with you. He looked at you, gently humming the same tune as you were. He reached a hand out to pull you in, one hand in yours and the other on your waist. âDo you know how to dance?â He asked, already starting the movements. When you shook, your head, he laughed, spinning you around. âIâll teach you. Copy my movements, but backward... 1 2 3, 1 2 3...â He started to dance with you, slowly going from repeating the pattern to singing lightly. He was softly smiling, staring at you even as your eyes were focused on your feet. However, it didnât take long before his horse seemed to tire of this, pushing the two of you in. âSamson!â Silver cried out, now soaking wet and a bit banged up from shielding you from the fall. âAnd after I promised you an extra bucket of oats to come out here... No carrots for you tonight.â He spoke, looking at you as you asked him why he had done so. Silver only smiled and responded, âThere was something strange about you, and I heard your voice earlier. Youâre almost too beautiful to be real. I thought it was some mysterious being, a wood sprite or a fae. Truly lovely either way.â
Sebek Zigvolt -Â
He tries to protect you like the knight that he aspires to beÂ
He will infodump to you about Malleous or Brair Valley or something else of the sort if you let himÂ
Also, heâs half fae, which means fae/crocodile courting rituals.Â
Crocodiles mainly bump snouts as far as I can tell, so expect many boops from him.Â
Also, piggyback rides and playful nips if you get close enough to himÂ
âAnd that is why Wakasama is the greatest mage in our time!â Sebek finished, still carrying you around the school. When you tried again to tell him it wasnât needed, Sebek scoffed. âFoolish Human! You said that your leg was tired after running in flight class, and so you must rest your legs lest you injure yourself!â He said, bopping his nose against yours. âBesides, you must know by now that as a friend of Wakasama, it is my job to defend you as I would him! In not doing so, I would be committing a sin worse than just letting you walk by yourself! As such, I will accompany you to and from class from now on. Be grateful, Human!âÂ
RSA+NBC:Â
Cheânya -Â
Cheânya will try to pull as many pranks on you as he can Â
Appearing in random places, taking little things from you, and other things showing up in random places you never put them. Â
All around being a little menace and trying to make your daily life as annoying as possibleÂ
You sighed, looking towards the floating smile next to you. It laughed, as you held up the empty pencil case, asking it how he expected you to be able to do your homework now. He only chuckled, the rest of his head and shoulders appearing. âStay pawsitive, Prefect! No need to be so catty!â You rolled your eyes, to which the boy simply snickered and rubbed his head against your cheek. âCome on, my puns are purrfect!â He pulled a pencil out of seemingly thin air, letting you take it from him. âAnd Iâve got plenty of pens back at RSA if youâd like to take a weekend trip to see me.âÂ
Neige Leblanche - Kinda angsty, but not much
Heâs a sweet guy first and foremost, and his having a crush on you reflects that.Â
He buys you flowers, takes you on walks in nature, romantic stuff like that.Â
Maybe watching cheesy old movies with you and cuddlingÂ
He wants to be your friend before he dates you, though, and wonât make a move until after you can see what life would be like if you were dating him considering how famous he is.Â
He needs to make sure that youâre comfortable with the fame youâll gain, and that you love him for more than just his popularity.Â
Neige sighed, biting his lower lips. He was situated in your arms on the floor of his dorm room, what youâd define as a cheesy romcom on the TV. The most interesting part was the man going through his DMâs next to you. He snuggled into you a bit more as you asked him what was wrong, to which he said âJust... Hate comments and stuff. Theyâre really mean sometimes. Saying stuff...â He took a deep breath again, and melted against you. âThank you for treating me like Iâm a normal person. It means... So much to me. I... Care for you so much.âÂ
Rollo Flamme -Â Rollo's got yandere tendency's
Unfortunately, I can in no way see Rollo having a light crush on anyoneÂ
For him, I imagine itâs an âall or nothingâ situationÂ
So, youâll end up with a very obsessive and objectively evil wizard trying to win your heart by any means necessaryÂ
But this is not the post for that, so heâs getting toned down to fit into a little drabble Â
âMon amour, how are you feeling?â Rollo asked you, coming into the area that you were lying in. You had been resting in the infirmary since coming back from the destruction he caused, and he sat on the edge of the bed. You turned away from him, closing your eyes and saying that you had no desire to speak to him. Rollo sighed, âPlease, my dear? I am begging you, just talk to me.â You shook your head, but he took your hand and kissed your knuckles anyway. âThen I will wait for you to want to speak to me again. However, I do ask that it be soon. I cannot imagine my life without you, my dear angel, and I do not intend to live without you forever.âÂ
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You're watching a random movie with Mammon that turns out to have some horror elements in it. Neither of you knew this beforehand, you only skimmed the movie's description, but Mammon's not going to chicken out now. He needs to look cool in front of you. It's just a stupid movie. It's fine.
A minor jump scare halfway through the film leaves him rattled. He holds on to you tightly, quietly cursing how high quality the special effects are. It's fine, though. Really. It is.
He even offers to hold you if you're scared.
This gives Mammon an excuse to hide behind you. Perhaps this was his original aim. The two of you quickly work out a new seating arrangement on the couch. He moves you in front of him, encouraging you to lean back against him if there's not enough room to sit between his legs. You wonder how much of your head obscures the screen.
Several minutes pass in this state. You are having a very difficult time concentrating on the film. A certain someone has his arms wrapped around your chest like a flotation device.
"Hey, Mammon?" you whisper. "Yeah?" "It's really hard to watch the movie." You feel him shift a little in the seat. He asks, "Wanna turn it off and do somethin' else?" "No, can you just move your arms?"
Mammon grunts and makes no effort to even change position. There's a pause, as if he's thinking about it, before he sighs into your neck.
"No can do," he says. "Dunno what else this movie has in store, and I don't want your fragile little human heart givin' out on me if it gets worse."
Certainly, with the way his hands were gripping at you like a weak stress ball, Mammon could probably feel every pulse of your heartbeat.
"Okay, but this is a human movie. Made by humans. For humans." You really emphasize that last bit. "Yeah, but we borrowed it from Satan. Who knows what kind of sick tastes he has?"
You laugh. The way your upper body briefly swells as you inhale and then shrinks back down as you laugh, and the way he can feel every shake when you exhale, makes Mammon's heart flutter.
"Come on. I can't even snack like this," you plead. There was zero chance Mammon was letting you go after the treat you just gave him. His head is already in the clouds. "How are you gonna watch the movie if you're busy snackin'?" he counters, as if either of you still had any idea what was happening on-screen. "I just want to be able to breathe again. You're so greedy," you tell him. You would slump your shoulders in defeat if that were possible at all with Mammon clinging to your chest from behind. "Damn right I am."
#the movie ends and you're so impressed that mammon didn't scream at the scary parts. bro was so busy fantasizing he was paying 0 attention.#posts this. idk man i needed a break. stressed to the max wooo. no quality control i just slam the keyboard and hit post.#actual proofreading and using my brain again will return next month#obey me mammon#obey me!#obey me#omswd#obey me shall we date#obey me x mc#obey me x reader#obey me mammon x you#obey me mammon x mc#obey me mammon x reader#obey me fluff#obey me fanfic#obey me drabble#obey me mc
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Deadpool x reader
Gn!reader,him gaining a crush on ya
He tries not to believe it. Is there even a scenario where you would love him back?
He tries his best to push these feelings away. But he just can't help it, i mean why you gotta be so beautiful and kind to him and your voice, gosh- but the more he tries getting his mind off you the more it hurts. Especially if he goes to drink at a bar and gets so drunk he ends up with someone next to him in the morning.
So instead he lets his obsession grew.
Oh you're shopping? He just happens to be there too! Don't question it, he'll start yapping and drags you with himself.
He invites you over more than usual. You wanna watch a movie? Play games? If he wins he gets a kiss- whoa what,who said that?
He'll wanna have sleepovers. Throw pillow fights and no he won't sleep on the floor, make some space for him. Incase you don't tell him to sleep on the couch he'll totally not creepily stare at you as you sleep. Sure he'll fall asleep,,eventually.
He gives you tiny hints that he loves you. But of course you won't really catch them, after all he acts freaky with everyone.
And by flirting i mean, putting a hand around your shoulder. Telling you that you are gorgeous and calling you nicknames. Showing you a heart with his hands and so much more.
If you let him he would love to hug you every now and then. Tho his hugs get longer and longer the more you let him closer to you.
Speaking of which, he'll let you see his face and know more about his past only after a longer time.
But even then, when he took off his mask and expected a disgusted look or a mean comment, you just smiled at him and reassured that he is beautiful inside and out. Can you be any more charming? He just fall head over heals all over again.
You laugh at his jokes and think hes cool? He is wordless.
He will try to kiss you through his mask and will do it if you don't push him away. "Smooch me!"
Sometimes he stares at you with out noticing.
His room is full of stuff that you gifted to him and photos of you (where he got it? Oh don't worry about it..)
And if you happen to be a hero/etc, he will have a plush and other merch of you around.
He'll even give you a mini version of himself. To keep you safe he says.
He loves to be around you and is overly affectionate.
He squishez his eyes into a smile upon seeing you. He'll wave at you and everything.
He'll draw you silly pictures (mostly the two of you holding hands and being lovey-dovey)
He also leaves you flowers.
If you say nice things to him it'll blow his mind. By nice i mean stuff like "You are cute!" Or "You're the best!". Yeah you really think so? His heart feels like its beating stronger.
He speaks before thinking rather often. He lets his stranger thoughts out. Such thoughts like "You're so hot". He stares wide eyed at you after. Then comes the awkward laugh, just laugh with him please.
Anyways get used to it cuz he'll make your life a living hell, or maybe heaven?
He would ask you to move into an apartment with him, and he won't stop asking that question. Wouldn't it be less lonely and more fun to have a roommate?
He just can't come up with a way to confess..maybe the job will do it itself? No Yes,yes it will Wade don't worry.
#deadpool x gn reader#deadpool x reader#deadpool#marvel x reader#marvel#wade wilson x gn reader#wade x reader#wade wilson x reader#wade wilson
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Uranus in the houses
Disclaimer.Here I describe only one specific placement, always take into account all your other placements when reading your natal chart, because they can have a greater influence on you than Uranus (in this case)
Uranus in the 1st house:
1.There may be rebel traits in a person's character. He can be straightforward, honest, and sharp-tongued. He will say what others are afraid to say. They are cardinal and categorical in their thoughts.
2.They are really kind. These are people who can help not only their loved ones, but also strangers. They do not tolerate injustice, rudeness and arrogance.
3.Most often they are of medium height, less often tall. Their eyes stand out very much in their appearance, there may be unruly or curly hair (or wavy)
4.They are brave. I will not say that they are not afraid of anything. They can talk about their fears and problems, but they can really pull themselves together and be courageous at the right moment
5.Personally, it seems to me that they are a little nervous and restless. It's just that they literally don't stand still during times of stress. They twitch their legs, bite their nails or pencils, bite their lips or cheeks. If something has offended them, then this thought will torment them for a long time
Uranus in the 2nd house:
1.It's hard for such people to save money. It's as if their money should always move (be spent or invested). At the same time, they damn always find money! They don't have a rainy day stash, but they manage without it
2.A person has a strong, rather restless energy. I wouldn't say it's crazy energy, but people feel this rush when they communicate with you
3.I noticed that such people can see beauty in chaos. For example, they may like disheveled hair, wrinkled or faded clothes. I'm not saying that they are dirty, but negligence plays the role of charm for them. They may have chaos in their bag, makeup bag, closet, etc. They are used to chaos, for them this is the most convenient storage system :)
4.He takes care of the equipment, it can be stored in good condition longer than other people
5.Most often they choose an unusual job. For example, it requires great endurance, dexterity or patience. They don't really like the 5/2 schedule (but consider your 6th house and Mercury)
Uranus in the 3rd house:
1.Personally, it seems to me that they have strange but funny jokes. I can't say that all people laugh at their jokes, but people with placements in Sagittarius/Gemini/Aquarius will be on the same vibe with them
2.They can make long pauses in their speech or quickly change the topic of conversation. They are good conversationalists, because they can discuss anything
3.They don't like big texts, lectures, or a huge amount of information. They prefer concise and more specific texts. I noticed that they choose books and movies very carefully so that watching or reading is really interesting.They may also dislike long films. My friends with Uranium in the 3rd house recently fell asleep on a 3-hour movie. Well, sleep is useful
4.Most often there are problems with concentration. Such people can solve very difficult tasks, but blunt on the easiest ones
5.They are quite independent in terms of learning. Their brains are practical, creative, and NON-STANDARD. Sometimes I'm really shocked by what they can come up with. Scary and cool lol
Uranus in the 4th house:
1.They may not look like their parents, or they may look like distant relatives (but you need to consider whether you have aspects of the sun/moon to the ascendant)
2.Strange relationship with parents. They're not bad, but they're not that close either. Or it can be like a roller coaster, from love to hate(but I would recommend considering your moon as well)
3.Independent and matured early. Their minds are much older than their bodies. A person is not used to listening to advice, likes to make decisions on his own and does not tolerate control
4.Not always, but this is one of the signs of a single-parent family or a person's childhood could have been spent with grandparents
5.There is one caveat. Such a person may be inclined to take too much responsibility and control. Literally bring himself to panic and a state of emptiness when he is not able to help even himself
Uranus in the 5th house:
1.One of the indicators of attractive appearance. You may feel the stares and attention of strangers. There is something memorable about their appearance
2.With tense aspects, it may indicate an unwillingness to have children, or a late pregnancy. Sometimes it also indicates problems with the reproductive system (but you need to take into account the 8th house)
3.This is a person around whom there is always some kind of drama and adventure. I do not know how it happens, but there is always something interesting going on around them, even if they do not want to
4.Girls, if you see a man with Uranus in the 5th house with a bunch of squares/oppositions (ESPECIALLY TO THE MOON), run and don't look back. It's not worth it. They are not suitable for serious relationships, especially for family ones
5.A person who has his own style of clothing or image. They like to focus on details and accessories. They try not to wear the same look every day
Uranus in the 6th house:
1.An unpunctual person. He may often be late or not come to work/study/meeting. A flexible work schedule is more suitable for him
2.If they have inspiration and motivation, then they can complete 1000 tasks in a day, but if they are not in the mood, then they will not do anything. They are literally mood people. I wouldn't say it's always a bad thing. This situation is often found among writers and creative people.
3.Their main advantage is physical endurance. I will not say that they are jocks, but their body can withstand a load that will break any other person. They may not sleep/eat/work/walk longer than ordinary people
4.Such a person may have special esoteric rituals, for example, to attract good luck or money. They also notice the signs of fate well
5.They also don't like talking to someone not on the same level. Status, salary, gender, etc. are not important to them, they will communicate with you like with everyone else
Uranus in the 7th house:
1.Well, there is 100,000% something unusual in the sphere of human love. There are long-distance relationships and a long 10-year relationship without marriage and a relationship with a friend and a divorce and a strange acquaintance with the second half and an annoying ex. It can be anything but a normal relationship
2.A person may avoid romance and love (but consider your Venus). A person prefers to be loved rather than loving someone
3.Such people like emotionally sensitive people. Only people with stressful aspects of Uranus can choose people with mental problems. They may think that their partner is a mysterious and interesting person, but he just has depression or social phobia
4.With the harmonious aspects of Uranus, such a person values his independence in relationships. He clearly defends personal boundaries, while respecting his soulmate. He can immediately break off a relationship if he understands that they are harmful to him
5.Such a person knows how to find an approach to anyone. His circle of friends may consist of completely different and dissimilar people
Uranus in the 8th house:
1.Such a person had a case when he had an accident/was severely electrocuted or burned/was in a fire, etc. Simply put, there was a case when he miraculously survived
2.He understands other people well. Literally can feel other people's emotions. He's good at spotting lies.This is from the indicators of a psychologist/tarologist/astrologer
3.VERY GOOD INTUITION!!!!!
4.Such a person has few close people. He may seem distrustful and cold from the outside. His friends are being tested by time
5.To be honest, people in this position always make an impression after a conversation. Their life experience and worldview are so interesting and unique that their advice can be really useful. I'm not joking or exaggerating.Imagine,even I(Capricorn)listen to their advice
Uranus in the 9th house:
1.This person is like an eternally half-empty vessel. No matter how much knowledge and experience he receives, it is always not enough for him. They are not stubborn in their opinion and can really look at the situation in 360 degrees
2.In combination with a strong Mercury, it may indicate moving to another country or learning another language to the level of a native speaker
3.These are the very people who jump from topic to topic in conversation and forget what they were talking about. Their attention is chaotic, so they can reread the same page a thousand times because they are thinking about something
4.Moral issues are often raised in conversation. They can often discuss justice, honesty and mercy. In general, they believe in humanity and they are really kind
5.They are very harsh and rude when they notice disrespect or lies in their direction. Even if they are silent, they will make such a face that you will blush with shame. They clearly set their personal boundaries
Uranus in the 10th house:
1.Good logical thinking and imagination. It is often found among workers in the field of IT, engineering,design
2.Such people almost always rise rapidly through the career ladder and professional development. They really strive to be a master of their craft, they are considered an authority and are asked to teach beginners
3.By the way, good teaching skills. Such a person can explain very complex things in understandable language.
4.They try to live by the principle of let everything go as it should. They strive to make the most of what they can and try not to worry about problems that are beyond their control. They are quite stress-resistant
5.Most often, they do not work in their specialty. They could change a lot of jobs, and in each they developed quite successfully. They like to try and learn something new
Uranus in the 11th house:
1.Most of the time, his friends are creative and unusual. I would even say crazy a little bit. Such a person is attracted to cheerful, energetic and fervent people
2.With tense aspects, it may indicate dependence on other people's opinions and low self-esteem
3.Good leadership and organizational skills. Such a person is energetic and creative, knows how to communicate with a crowd of people and hear everyone's opinion. Many of them are activists at school or university
4.Such people rarely lose their virginity before the age of 18. They prefer to carefully look for the very person with whom they will feel not only a physical, but also a spiritual connection (for them this is a mandatory point)
5.With tense aspects, it may indicate social phobia or fear of loneliness. A person literally cannot be in silence or alone with his thoughts
Uranus in the 12th house:
1.Very good intuition, but there may be neurological problems (sleep problems, seizures, nervous tics, etc.)
2.Very kind and even too kind. They tend to put their own needs below those of others. They do not like to quarrel and will rather keep silent so as not to create unnecessary noise (but also consider the Sun and Mercury)
3.From the outside, such a person gives the impression of an educated and calm person. They are like your beloved grandfather, to whom you can always come for hugs and interesting stories.They are very comfortable!
4.On the other hand, people with this placement claim that because of their social flexibility, it is difficult for them to understand who they really are. The influence of other people is so strong that it is difficult for them to hear their inner voice
5.They prefer oversize clothes in calm tones(but also consider your Venus). Loose or wavy hair suits them very well. Sweaters or cardigans fit them best!
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pep talk
part two of "contingency"
CW: fluffy fluff, suggestive, profanity, takes place after X2 (Jean survives), the girls are so kind to you, you have to adjust to modern life, angst if you squint, etc.
"No way!" you exclaimed, eyes wide as you grabbed the remote, completely taken aback as you flicked through station after station.
Rogue nodded, grabbing another wildflower growing out your palm and tucking it in your hair, slightly amused by your surprise.
"You guys have so many channels! How is that possible?"
"Science," Kitty shrugged. "We have a whole bunch of new technology now."
"Wait 'til we show you what a flip-phone is..." Jubilee smirked, tossing some popcorn into her mouth.
"A flip-phone?" you asked, brows furrowed in confusion.
"That's somethin' we can tackle t'morrow," Rogue assured, carefully placing another peony in another section.
After being rescued from Alkali Lake, and getting a quick check-up from Jean, the students were more than eager to welcome you into the mansion.
And because of your obvious gap in knowledge in anything after 1988, the older girls took it upon themselves to educate you.
Of course, Ororo made sure you had at least a week to get your bearings about yourself before releasing the hounds.
"Wait, so Tom Selleck doesn't count as hot now? And Stallone isn't in all the action movies anymore?" you asked, skimming through some of the magazines Jubilee managed to grab out her closet.
"Who?" Kitty raised a brow.
"Eighties hunks," Jubilee clarified before turning to you. "And they've moved aside to make way for the hotties of the 21st century. Like Johnny Depp."
"Please," Rogue scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Johnny Depp is not hot."
"Tell that to People," Kitty grinned, holding up a tabloid that read SEXIEST MAN ALIVE in bold letters right above Depp's head-shot.
"He's not too bad," you nodded, getting a good look at his face.
'He's got nothing on Jimmy...'
"See," Jubilee smirked, crossing her arms in triumph. "If he's not a modern-day knock-out then who is?"
"Brad Pitt," Rogue answered, matter-of-factly.
"I knew you were gonna say that!"
"You watched Fight Club with Bobby, didn't you?" Kitty teased.
"Shut up!"
"Fight Club?" you turned to Kitty for explanation.
"It's a movie about guys fighting each other and trying to bring down capitalist society."
"And Brad Pitt getting all shirtless and sweaty," Jubilee cheekily whispered, earning a pillow to the face. "Hey!"
"There," Rogue smiled, placing the finishing touch before giving your shoulder a soft pat. "All done."
Carefully, you stood up, walking over to the full length mirror near the closet and smiling brightly at what you saw.
Your hair was adorned with all different flavors of bloom, the vibrant colors only enhancing your natural beauty.
"I love it," you smiled, marveling her even placement.
"Ugh. I'd kill Kitty to look like that," Jubilee slumped, resting her cheek in her palm.
"Sitting right here, dude," Kitty sighed.
"I can do you next, if you like," Rogue offered.
"Here," you nodded, sprouting a bouquet of wildflowers out one of their potted plants before sliding on your slippers. "You girls can keep going. I think I'm gonna go on a walk."
"Cool," Jubilee nodded, watching you make your way to the door. "If we don't see you again then good night~"
You paid the odd inflection no mind, waving goodbye before taking your leave, shutting the door behind yourself.
And once the coast was clear, Jubilee smirked, turning to the others with a knowing look.
"I think we all know who she's going to go see, right?"
"Oh, totally."
"Absolutely."
So preoccupied with Jubilee, you failed to remember just how drafty the mansion got at night, cursing yourself for forgetting your sweater in the room.
"I hate the cold..." you grumbled, hugging yourself tight.
Walking through the hall, you could hear the rustling of students on the other sides of the doors.
Some were debriefing about the events of the day, some were sleeping.
Others talking about the Alkali Lake incident.
Your face fell at the reminder.
James had told you countless times that what happened wasn't your fault, but you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt.
When you were cornered by Stryker's mutant-hunting task force, you thought you could fight them back, but you couldn't even take down one.
Granted, they were highly trained professionals, and you'd never used your mutation to fight before...
But that was no excuse.
What did that leave you as?
A) A helpless damsel, who needed her prince to bail her out of a pinch?
Or B) A stupid girl who let herself get put on ice because she wasn't strong enough to fight back?
C) All of the above.
"Whoa. You think any harder and you'll have steam comin' outta your ears," Logan noted, somehow in front of you.
"Shit!" you exclaimed, eyes wide as you instinct took over, punching something that felt like a brick wall.
'Where did he come from?!'
He grunted, holding his side, "You hit... hard."
"Fuck, I'm sorry," you winced, guiltily, as you moved closer to inspect it, carefully moving his hand. "It was just so dark and you scared the hell outta me."
You lifted his tank top, trying your best to check for a forming bruise in the dim light.
But there was nothing there, his healing factor kicking in much faster than you expected.
"Was thinking of about telling you a joke about how much you take my breath away, but I think you're a little preoccupied at the moment," he looked down at you, a grin spreading across his lips at your staring.
You scoffed, cheeks burning as you pulled his shirt down.
"Couldn't sleep?" you asked, quickly switching the subject, tightening your arms around yourself.
Logan smiled, your words fading into the background as he took the time to get a good look at you.
And fuck... a look you where.
You exchanged your low-rise jeans and long-sleeve (courtesy of Ororo) for a tank top and shorts, your curves now on display quite nicely.
"Nope," he shook his head, somehow making the motion sexy. "You?"
You sighed, commending yourself for making it this farâyou were this close to pouncing on him.
"I just need some air, so I'm going on a walk. And speaking of..." you continued on, stepping around the large man to continue your stroll.
It caught him by surprise, but he quickly turned around, catching up to and getting in front of you.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey," he halted, brows furrowed in concern. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm fine," you assured, poorly. "Just trying to get past."
"Nuh uh. Don't do that," he shook his head. "Don't downplay this. Somethin's wrong. I can see it all over your face."
'Shit.'
You let out a heavy sigh, your shoulders slumping at being caught.
"I can't stand you, y'know that?"
"Start talking."
"Have I ever told you how good you look in blue jeans?"
"(y/n)."
"Alright."
You exhaled, steeling your nerves in case things went awry.
"Look... Jimmy..." you started, choppily, taking his hand in yours. "Fifteen years is a long time... too long for some people."
You cursed yourself as you could already feel a lump forming in your throat.
You hadn't even started yet.
"To me, it feels like yesterday we were at our place in the Rockies, making dinner together and talking about our day, renting shitty movies and falling asleep on the couch together."
The memories flowed over you like a calm tide, a smile stretching onto your lips as you recalled pretending to fall asleep so he'd carry you to bed.
But it wasn't long before those waters dried up, leaving nothing but cracked, jagged sand underneath.
"But to you, it was a lifetime ago. And a person can... move on... given the right conditions."
"What're you saying?" he asked, firmly.
"I'm saying that it's okay if you've moved on from me, James," you blurted, your voice having a slight crack.
It hurt even more to say it out loud.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, even more confused, as his hands came around to hold you.
"You've spent the better half of fifteen years unaware that I even existed. And now that I've popped back into your life, I don't want you to feel obligated to love me because of something that happened in the past... I couldn't do that to you. Especially if you have feelings for someone else."
"And who else could I possibly I have feelings for?" he asked, sarastically.
"Jean," you stated, flatly. "I see the way she looks at you. She may be with Scott, but that's the look of a woman who's willing to test the waters. And I don't want to get in the way if that's something you want to pursue."
Amused, and honestly speechless, Logan could do nothing but laugh, slightly offended that you thought of him as that type of man.
"What's so funny?" you asked softly, eyes saddening as you watched him, quite hurt that he was laughing.
He cracked a grin, cupping your cheek in his hand.
"Baby, you're talkin' about me gettin' with another woman as you stand here, wrapped in my arms, and about to come back to bed with me."
Huh?
His thumb caressed your cheek as he pulled you in closer, resting his forehead against yours.
"(y/n), you are my wife, you hear me? My wife," he spoke sincerely, eyes never leaving you for a moment. "My memories might've been taken before, but they're all back now. And I remember every goddamn detail about you, about us, and about our life before all this bullshit."
You were too stunned to speak.
You knew James could get serious, but you never knew he could get serious.
It was doing some things to you.
"I don't want no one else because, to me, there is no one else. And the quicker you get that through your head, the quicker we can get back to bed 'cause it is fuckin' freezin' out here."
You snickered, both tickled and appalled by his horribly blunt speech.
"That was the worst pep talk I've ever had," you chuckled, shaking your head as you cupped his cheek in your hand.
"Not my strong suit," he finished with a smirk.
But that was all he needed before he roughly kissed you, pulling you in by the nape of your neck.
You kissed back just as passionate, sliding your hands down to his chest as he leaned in, getting the better angle on you.
One of his hands dropped to grab your thigh, hiking it up and pulling you flush against him in an attempt to keep you as close as possible.
But, quickly, you both separated, panting, abuzz with excitement as you rested against each other.
"Bed. Now," he growled in your ear, suddenly hoisting you up and tossing you over his shoulder.
"Jimmy!" you quietly squealed, your face burning with embarrassment as he landed a loud slap on your ass.
'God, I hope the kids are asleep...'
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