#this actually makes me understand this more

[vampirq]

⋆ ࣪ ִֶָ . ❀ HOW TLOU + ARCANE WOMEN BRAT TAME YOU.

contain characters: abby anderson. ellie williams. dina woodward. sevika. vi. caitlynn kiramann. mel medarda

3.4k words total, not proofread.

tags: dom! abby. hair pulling. praise. strap-on sex. overstimulation. major teasing. strap referred to as ‘dick.’ mean! ellie. dom! sevika. fingering. edging. grinding. finger sucking. usage of ‘daddy.’ spanking. cunt slapping. oral. thigh riding.

note: yeah .. this is just filth. i’m sorry for any typos or over usage of words, writing this sucked the life out of me.

ABBY ANDERSON

you’ve been pestering abby all night in the kitchen. holding things away from her so she can’t grab them, mocking her when she asks you to do something, even talking back to her. 

abby didn’t feed into too much though. she’d just tell you to ‘cut it out’ or shoot you a warning look and continue cooking. but you weren’t satisfied. you wanted to see her break, see her far you could push her til she had enough. 

so you did just that. 

“what? you gonna glare at me all night, or are you actually gonna do something about it?” you mutter, your voice bitter but that feeling deep down is far from it.

“you’re funny, real funny, babe.” abby stifles a laugh, her tongue poking at her cheek. disappointed with her response, you roll your eyes in frustration, keeping your eyes focused on the way her biceps flex each time she slices an onion. 

you move behind her, your nose adjacent with her neck. your lips press against it then, your tongue licks a messy stripe down to her collarbone. the salt and alcohol from her perfume collecting in your mouth. “mm, you taste good. but you probably already knew that, huh?” 

she lets out a low groan, dropping the knife; a loud clang echoing throughout the room. her hands grip onto the counter while her head hangs between the shoulders, shifting on her feet. 

you open your mouth to say another snarky remark, but they fall on silent lips, choosing to watch her instead.

in a minute, her body turns to yours, her hands rested on your hips and backing you towards a wall. she has a look in her eye, and you can’t differentiate it from frustration or desire. maybe both. maybe neither. maybe she’s just done.

her body clashes with yours. her forearm resting on the wall, the other toying with your waistband.  “you wanna tell me what’s got you acting like this?” her voice is deep, stern, and you know you’ve got her right where you want her. “was me fucking you senseless last night not enough?��

“guess not.” you snap back, earning a growl from abby. 

she lets out another dry laugh and shakes her head. bringing her gaze back up to you, her lips inches apart from yours. “you’ve got five minutes to get on the bed. ass up. naked, and i better not see you touching yourself, understand?” her tone is harsh, it makes you gulp, an inch of fear washing over you.

—

“ngghh, fuck, abby! i can’t, can’t take it—“ your words are cut off with a loud moan. nails digging into the cotton sheets beneath you. 

abby’s pace increases at your pleas. her hips driving into you with more force.  people were not lying when they said her back shots sound like gunshots. “come on, baby. take this dick, fuck yeah.” her head tilts back, a low whine leaving her lips. 

strings of her name tumble out of your mouth like a sacred song. feeling your mind grow foggy as her tip kisses your cervix. your chest lays flat against the bed, the support from your arms being taken away from abby. her hand grabbing both of your arms and holding them behind your back. 

“oh? where’s that attitude now, princess?” the grip she has on you tightens, using it as leverage to pound into you deeper. “‘cause all i hear are a buncha pretty moans.” 

you feel your legs shake, eyes rolling to the back of your head. any attempt at words would just come out inaudible, resulting in a plethora of lewd noises. you couldn’t tell abby you were close, but she knew, she alwaysknew. 

“can feel you squeezing my cock. make a mess all over me, pretty girl.” her permission is the only thing you needed to gush all over the sheets. your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave, sudden and intense. 

she fucks you through it, talking to you and praising you. the grip she had on your arms were gone, but now it was on your hips. her tempo changed from fast, sharp to slow and deep. it allowed you to feel every inch of her easing in and out of you.

the overstimulation came quickly, causing you to thrash and whine. “a-abby, it’s too much. fuck! m’ sorry, won’t be mean again.” you beg, but it’s no use. her hold on you only tightens and she shows no signs of letting up. 

“bullshit, baby. c’mon give me one more, yeah?” 

ELLIE WILLIAMS

you’ve had the biggest attitude all day, and it simply couldn’t be helped. you distanced yourself from ellie, had an underlying tone of annoyance in your words, and gave short responses  when talking. this wasn’t unlike you for this to happen, but ellie was still bothered by it. 

so whenever the two of you returned home from your outing, she sat down on the couch and called you over. reluctantly, you gave in and straddled her lap just like she wanted. 

“alright, c’mon baby. tell me what’s going on.” ellie says, tilting her head to the side and keeping her eyes locked on yours. her hand trailing up your outer thigh, and tracing small shapes. 

“nothing.” your voice comes out blunt and uninterested, shifting your gaze from hers to the wall. 

ellie takes your chin in her pointer finger and thumb. she doesn’t look convinced, her brows furrowed, lips forming into a thin line. you yank your head out of her grip with an exasperated groan. attempting to come off as unbothered, but she sees it in a much different way. 

her eyes darken at your insolence, finding herself grow more impatient with you. her fingers pinch a chunk of your thigh, resulting in a whine and a string of complaints from you. 

“ow, ellie! what the fuck is wro—“ 

“lose the attitude, and talk to me properly. what’s going on with you today?” the grip she has on your thigh tightens, grounding you from any distractions. her stern voice brings out that feeling in your lower stomach, and it takes everything in you to not drop the act completely.

“nothing. i’m just, i don’t know. frustrated?” your eyes fall onto her lips then her biceps. ellie notices immediately, her hardened expression turning into an intrigued one. 

“oh. oh, i see, baby.” she smirks, moving her hand to your jaw and pulling you closer. “you just need me to set that pretty head straight, yeah?” 

your lips part to protest, but you can’t find the words, leaving you silent and dumbfounded. you shift in her lap to relieve the tingly sensation coming from your cunt, but it just earns a chuckle from ellie. 

“that’s what i thought,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side your neck. her hands pull you closer to her, one arm wrapped around your waist the other settled on your jaw. “you act up when you need me. huh, is that it?” 

your cheeks burn at how easily she can see through you. that little persona was nothing but a glass window to her, but you don’t respond. instead, rolling your hips against her lap in search of friction, but ellie’s hands are on you in an instant, keeping you still.

“nah, baby.” her head shakes from side to side, voice becoming low and gravelly. “you don’t get to be a brat all day then take what you want.” 

a frustrated whines leaves your lips, and ellie grins, clearly enjoying this way too much. her hand pulls your shorts and underwear over, exposing your glistening cunt to her. she nearly drools at the sight, dragging a finger through your sopping slit. 

you grind into her hand again, and this time she lets you, thrusting her middle finger in your pussy and feeling your velvety walls clench on her. her wrist moves up and down, keeping her eyes focused on your face. she can tell you’re pleased, but it’s not enough and before you could do anything else, she pulls her hand away. 

“ellie, i— why would you do that?” you pout, giving her those sweet doe eyes. 

she pouts back but with faux sympathy. a hint of arrogance in her tone. “you wanted to act like you run shit, baby. can’t give you everything you want.” 

but eventually she does, and it was worth every second of waiting.

DINA WOODWARD

you’re pushing dina’s buttons tonight— rolling your eyes, scoffing at every little thing she says. you don’t even remember what you said exactly, but whatever it was, it made something inside of her flip.

her expression shifts. the teasing, easy-going glint in her eyes turn sharper. she turns around to face you, each step she takes forward, it’s one you take back until you hit the wall. 

she’s in front of you now— her brown baby hairs tickling the sides of your face. you could feel the heat radiating off of her body, and it only draws you in more. 

you don’t realize she’s talking until her eyes meet yours. “.. think you’re all talk? are you even listening to me right now, babe?” she questions, her voice is condescending but gentle. 

you try to hold your ground, looking past her instead of into her. anything to avoid the confrontation you set yourself up for. but her smirk only widens, planting a hand beside your head and taking your chin in her grasp. 

“you wanted my attention so bad, but now that you’ve got it, you’re silent.” her eyes scan your face, a chuckle surpassing her lips. you feel small under her gaze as if she was belittling you without even trying. 

you glare at her, but your breath stutters when her hand trails along your waist, and her thigh spilts your legs apart. the denim material of her jeans rub against your cunt, and it takes everything in you to not rut against her.

she watches you writhe under her, your muscles tensing to prevent yourself from submitting to her. “what?” her nose ghosts over your jaw, her lips are close to your skin, but not close enough to connect. “had such a mouth on you earlier. sweetheart, what happened?” 

“you act all tough, run your mouth, but the second i get my hands on you?” her low smug chuckle adds to the tension. “s’ like you forgot how to speak.” 

your stomach twists, heat curling and twisting inside of you. fuck, you hate that she’s right. how she could get you pleading with nothing but her voice. you shift on your feet to regain composure, but that was a big mistake. ‘cause now dina’s grinding her thigh into you, pushing your hips down so you have no choice but to take it. 

“y’know, maybe i should fix that.” she muses, like she was actually considering it. “maybe i should stretch you open nice and slow, make you ride my fingers ‘til your begging me to let you cum.”

a small whimper tumbles out of your lips, growing into a moan as she applies more pressure. 

“or maybe, i should take my time with you. keep you on the edge, fucking you but not in the way you want it, make you earn it..” she drags out her words like she’s picturing it. “yeah, think that’s what i’ll do.” 

she presses a deep, loving kiss to the pressure point below you ear, but before you could savor the moment, she pulls away. 

she straightens up, eyes twinkling with amusement at your fucked-out face. then proceed to chirp, “anyways, i’m gonna go get a drink. need anything?” 

you don’t respond, you stand there. staring and trying to process everything that just happened, yet she just grins and throws you a wink over her shoulder before walking off. 

SEVIKA

“keep counting, slut.” sevika’s voice echoes throughout the walls of your shared bedroom, blending with the sharp crack of her palm against your bare ass. 

“f-five,” you manage, voice broken and shaky. your legs jerk up when another smack lands—harder this time, ripping a whine from your throat.

the globes of your ass were painted a nice red. each slap stinging more than the last— a new found arousal pooled out of you and onto her hand. she uses your slick as lube, coating it in her finger and thrusting into your sopping hole. 

“ohh, fuck! you feel so good, vika,” she silences your moans with her fingers, stuffing her middle and ring into your mouth. 

“i know, baby. daddy just makes you feel good even when you don’t deserve it, yeah?” her voice, her touch, it intoxicates you, your mind being filled with nothing but sevika. each touch of hers feels electric. the sensitivity on your cunt spiking due to her spanking.

she lets out a low chuckle at the way your tongue swirls around fingers, greedily sucking them into your mouth. she pushes them further into you, her knuckles colliding with your lips. then, pulling them out slowly, smearing it all over your chin before landing a soft slap to your cheek. 

“so needy for me,” she murmurs, her fingers never faltering as they plunge into you again. her other hand finds your throat, wrapping around it, just firm enough to make your breath hitch. “this is what you wanted, huh? to be fucked stupid? to let me turn you into my perfect little fucktoy?”

you hum, nodding weakly, your lashes wet, eyes heavy—but they roll back completely when she curls her fingers just right.

she slams harder into you, deeper. her fingertips kissing your g spot with every thrust. your legs start to shake, and the grip you have on the sheets tightens. broken noises of sevika’s name tumbling out of your mouth. 

but she stops, and it’s so abrupt you start tearing up. 

“oh doll, don’t cry.” she coos with faux sympathy, sarcasm dripping in her words. “you’ll get your fill soon enough.” 

her palm strikes your ass again, the impact sending a jolt straight to your cunt. she watches it jiggle, drags her fingers over the heated skin, eyes dark with amusement.

“but i didn’t say stop counting, did i?”

VI

“oh, come on, vi. that’s all you got?” you tease, your wrists are pinned firmly above your head. you’ll admit, it’s actually pretty hard to move considering the amount of force she’s using, but she doesn’t need to know that. “seems pretty weak to me, love.” 

vi’s face darken at your words, her pupils draining the color from her eyes. her brows twitch, jaw tightens, and she exhales a slow breath, like she’s trying real hard to be patient. 

“you done?” her voice is steady and firm, her eyes glued onto your face, watching for any signs of regret. but there is none, and she knows that when she sees the corner of your lips quirk up in a smile. 

“nop—“ before you could get the word out, you were flipped onto your stomach. your face smushed against the pillows, vi’s arm wrapped around your waist, restraining any sudden movements. then, her palm strikes down hard on your ass, the sharp slap echoing throughout the room. 

“yeah?” another slap. harder, hotter. “still wanna talk shit?”

your breath shudders, body tensing under her. stubbornly, you bite down on your bottom lip to hold back a whimper. bad call. ‘cause now, she’s doing anything she can to draw out those noises from you. 

you feel the grip on your hips shift to the back of your thighs. her lips ghost over your clothed cunt,  grazing over the soaked material. “shit, baby. you’re so fucking wet. is all this from being thrown around?” she questions, but you don’t respond. so she tries gain with a different approach— pulling your panties to the side and licking a firm stripe up your folds. 

that’s what gets you to break, a small whine leaving your lips. you press your hips back on her, chasing more pleasure than what she’s giving you. she lets you use her for a bit, lets you move your hips in a circle on her tongue, even prodding your hole with it. but it’s not long ‘til she backs away. 

“you want my mouth, don’t you?” she asks, tone mocking and condescending. still, you don’t respond. she lands a sharp slap to your cunt, the juices stringing off of her fingers. “what was that? didn’t hear you, babe.” 

your pride cracks, the urge to be fucked taking over your stubbornness. “yes, yes— please just touch me.” your cheeks heat up at your own words, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you. 

she smirks at that. using her thumbs to spread apart your hole, watching it clench from her touch. she sucks in a breath, her tongue coating her lips in saliva. her lips dance over your folds again, but this time she submerged her mouth in your pussy. the word “good girl.” humming against your aching core.

CAITLYNN KIRAMANN

caitlyn’s been nose deep in her books all day, barely sparing a glance at you. it’s frustrating, all you wanted was some attention from her and she wasn’t even giving you that. so, you took matters into your own hands. 

you strode over to the lounge chair she was sitting in, your footfalls light to not disturb her reading. your body stood huffing in front of her, and she didn’t even look up. you lifted her hands up from her book and sat down in her lap. 

“need something?” she asks, her posh accent breaking through. 

yeah, your fucking attention. you thought, but remained quiet, only giving her a small hum in response. she wrapped her arm around your torso and rested her head over shoulder, continuing to read that stupid book.

you shift in her lap, finding the spot that catches your clit perfectly, and when you do, strings of small whines pour out of your lips. caitlyn notices but doesn’t say anything, instead she bounces her leg to increase the pleasure. 

“c-cait,” you whine, biting down on her shoulder to silence your moans. the pace of your hips grinding against her picks up. “cait, please. i, i need you.” 

she gives you a hum of acknowledgement, but still paying you no mind. you start to get irritated, she had a whole girl in her lap, yet she was focused on some words on a paper. your whimpers grow more louder, more needy in hopes of her giving you what you want. but when your kisses and bites start becoming intense, she breaks. 

the book slams shut, the sound of it hitting the floor is like music to your ears. her head lifts up off her shoulder to meet your eyes. her composed face being a huge contrast to your desperate, pleading one. 

“darling, you couldn’t even wait until i was finished?” she muses, tilting her head and sharpening her eyes. “had to come grind in my lap like a poor dog in heat?” 

you know she’s talking down at you, but you can’t help the small moan that escapes your lips.  “m’ sorry. just wanted you’re attention, s’ all.” your words are slurred as your orgasm builds up, using the small amount of strength to keep your eyes open. 

“i know, baby, i know.” her hand comes up to cup your jaw and draws your face closer to hers. “i’ll help you, sweetheart. make you feel real good.”

MEL MEDARDA

“you know, maybe if you weren’t sitting around looking pretty all day, you’d actually know how to fuck me properly.” the words tumble out faster than you expected, earning a raised eyebrow from mel. 

she sits her wine glass on the table, and gets up to make her way over to you. each step she takes is calculated, deliberate, and it makes you start to regret your words. her frame stands in front of you, her hazel eyes piercing down into yours. 

“repeat yourself, dear. go ahead.” she tilts her head when she talks to you. 

your throat bobs, and your mouth goes dry. but you square shoulders, refusing to let her see the effect she has on you. “you heard me.” 

mel huns, a soft knowing sound, as if she’s already bored of this game you’re playing. then she leans down, hands settling on each side of you, caging you in the couch.

“i did,” her voice is still silk, still calm, but there’s something different about her tone. it has a underlying tone of danger, warning. her fingers trace along your jaw. her touch is featherlight and delicate like you’ll break from the slightest amount of pressure. 

“so tell me, love—“ she takes your jaw in hand, forcing your eyes to meet hers. “—how exactly would you like to be fucked?” 

your breath catches, body tensing under her touch, but she doesn’t give you time to answer before her hand slides between your thighs. her touch is light, barely there—nothing more than a ghost of pressure on your clothed core.

“like this?” she asks, mocking, her fingers glide up and down at torturous pace. “soft? slow?” 

you look up at her with half lidded eyes, her words hanging heavy in your head. her grip tightens—the warmth of her hand suddenly gone, only to be replaced with a sharp slap to your inner thigh. you flinch, and mel just smiles, tilting her head as if she’s studying you. 

“or maybe—” she leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, her voice nothing but a whisper, ”—you’d prefer i throw you over this couch and remind you exactly what i’m capable of?”

your stomach flips, heat pooling low in your gut, but you force yourself to hold your ground, lips curling into a smirk.

“talk is cheap, mel.”

her expression doesn’t change—not at first. but then, slowly, a smirk of her own tugs at her lips.

“oh, darling—” she breathes, her fingers suddenly wrapping around your throat, firm, tilting your head back against the cushions.

her thumb presses just right, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch, enough to make your head spin.

”—you should know by now that i never just talk.”

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[moonstruckme]

Hello icon ✨Could we have a poly!wolfstar x reader where she thinks that they are mad at her for something (or they could actually be a bit miffed) and it just a bit of hurt comfort with cuddles and kisses at the end😔🙏🏻

Thank you for requesting <3

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

You’re being weird. 

The three of you are doing a puzzle, which usually captivates your attention but never Sirius’, which is how he’s so very aware of how little attention you’re actually paying to the puzzle. You keep glancing at Sirius, at Remus, like you’re nervous about something. You’ve been like this all day. It’s in and out, sometimes waning like you’ve forgotten to be anything but normal, but Sirius has a keen gauge for tension. He can sense it every time it ticks back up.

You’re pretending to look for sky pieces, though Sirius suspects you forgot what color the sky in your puzzle was a while ago. He feels like you’re building to something, and it makes his skin itch. Remus is too absorbed in his tree bark pieces to notice—the nerd—so it’s up to Sirius to get it out of you. Luckily, James has always said that Sirius is a master of tact. 

“What’s wrong with you?” 

You were halfway to sneaking another glance at him, and you react as though you’ve been struck, jumping a little where you sit on the rug by the coffee table. “What? Nothing.” 

“Well, that was very believable.” Sirius smiles to take some of the bite out of it. “Come on, you have me on the edge of my seat. What’s got you all worked up?” 

“I am not worked up,” you insist, though your expression says otherwise. 

Remus appears confused, but he notices your guilty eyes as well. “What’s happening?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you say again. 

“Clearly something,” Sirius counters. 

Your lips press together, corners downturnt. You’re not looking at either of them.

“Hey.” Sirius softens his voice. “What is it? You’re freaking me out, babe.”  

This only seems to distress you further. “I wanted you not to freak out,” you say.

“Sweetheart, about what?” Now Remus sounds worried too, though the look he gives you is more patient than anything Sirius could ever manage. He ducks his head to catch your gaze. 

After a moment of looking at him, your shoulders droop. “Okay.” Your voice has quieted. “Just a second.” 

Sirius’ anxiety ratchets as you stand, going down the hall towards your room. 

“Why does it feel like she’s going to bring us back a school report?” he murmurs to Remus. 

Remus shakes his head, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. “No idea.” 

When you return, it is with papers, though Sirius doesn’t at first know what they are. 

“This came this morning,” you say in that same resigned voice, laying them down on the coffee table as you sit back down next to Sirius.

With Sirius and Remus on opposite sides they can’t both read the text at once, and Remus picks them up first. Sirius spots you bringing your hand to your mouth and reaches for it silently, drawing it away before you can start chewing your fingernails. Your nervousness is making him nervous. He pushes his thumb up the lines of your palm. 

“Oh,” Remus hums. 

“Remus,” Sirius says, in a tone that clearly communicates if somebody doesn’t start talking I’m going to throw a wobbly. 

“It’s the gas bill,” says Remus. He’s making his old man face, where he leans away slightly and squints like he needs glasses. Ordinarily Sirius would tease him for it, but he’s not in the mood. “Bit high.” 

“I’m sorry,” you say in a small voice. 

Sirius looks at you. Frowning, your hand still trapped in his. “Why are you sorry?” 

“Is this…” One glance at Remus, and it’s clear Sirius is now the one lagging in understanding. “Is this because you left the oven on?” 

Your expression says enough. 

Oh, well. In fairness, Sirius had thrown a bit of a wobbly over that. 

It was weeks ago. You made cookies just before bed. They were warm, gooey, the perfect precursor to sleep and an excellent excuse, in Sirius’ opinion, to trade chocolate-flavored kisses until all three of you were snoozing on your pillows. It hadn’t been until he and Remus were making breakfast the next morning that Remus smelled the gas. You’d come out of the bedroom, confused, to find them throwing open windows and calling the fire department for advice. Your gas oven had been left on all night. 

You felt awful. Your boyfriends gave you an appropriate amount of shit for it, but it was only thoughtless, not malicious. Your apartment hadn’t blown up. The smell drifted away within a few minutes, and in all honesty Sirius was left feeling a bit bad that what began as you trying to make them all happy had resulted in you being so thoroughly chastised. But it had been let go. 

Until now, evidently. 

“I can pay it,” you offer meekly. “The difference, or all of it.” 

Remus sighs, rubbing his brow. “Dove…” 

“Let me see that.” Sirius reaches with the hand not holding yours. Remus gives it to him. He finds the total quickly. “This isn’t even that high.” 

Okay, it’s a bit high. But genuinely, Sirius was expecting worse. 

“It’s my fault,” you mumble. 

“Baby, is this what you’re all wound up about?” Sirius sets the papers down to gawk at you. “Really? I thought something happened.” 

You’re shrinking, your hand tense in his. “Something did happen.” 

“Yeah, a whole month ago!” 

“Sirius,” Remus murmurs, in a tone Sirius knows to mean you’re not helping. He asks you, “Did you think we would be angry with you?” 

Spiderweb cracks spread through your expression. Your mouth wobbles. 

“Oh, you absolute moron.” Sirius grabs for you with both hands, hauling you into his lap. 

“Pads.”

“You ridiculous, sweet idiot.” He kisses your head. Once, twice, three times. “Why’d you have to go and get all worked up? You got me worked up, silly thing.” 

“I’m sorry,” you say weakly. 

“Alright, that’s enough apologizing,” Remus says gently. Underneath the coffee table, a socked foot bumps into Sirius’ leg before presumably finding yours. Sirius grins. Remus is tactile in the oddest ways sometimes. Like a cat. 

He loves you both so very much. God, you really had him going. He feels liable to squeeze the life out of you. 

He satiates the urge by kissing you all over your face until you look significantly less upset. You look at Sirius with tentative relief, the beginnings of a smile curled up in the corner of your mouth. 

He’s about to ask you again how you could be so stupid, but Remus speaks first. Probably for the best. 

“It really won’t be so much more for each of us once we split it,” he says, looking again at the bill. 

That guilty look is back on your face. Sirius gives you a squeeze in hopes of banishing it. “I can get it,” you say. “It wouldn’t be there if I hadn’t been so…if I hadn’t left the oven on.” 

“You don’t need to punish yourself,” Remus tells you. “It’s all right.” 

You fidget. “I feel like you should probably be angrier with me.” 

“We already have been angry with you,” Sirius points out. “We got over it. Time to move on, babe.” 

“It was a mistake.” Remus’ gaze is steady. Knowing. “It was scary, but it happens. You shouldn’t be angry at yourself for us, lovely.” 

You look to be gnawing the inside of your lip. “Are you sure?” you ask. 

Sirius scoffs. “I can be angry without anyone’s help, thank you.” Then, at your wary look, “But I’m not angry about this.” 

Slowly, the tension Sirius has been sensing seeps out of you. You relax in a way you haven’t all day long. 

Remus notices, too. “Sweetheart,” he sighs, in a soft, fond voice. “Talk to us next time, okay?” 

“I know, sorry.” You give him a sheepish look. “I was going to. I just really thought you’d be upset.” 

“Yeah, well.” Sirius kisses your head, sharing an eye roll with Remus. “Shows what you know.”

[swtheartz]

i loved your little drabble of the “breaking up with mark doesn’t work” post and i’d really like to hear your thoughts on how that would go down with some of his variants if you have the time pretty please🫶✨

ohh of course dear !! been thinking abt it and this req inspired me even more info : obsessive behavior, mentions and acts of murder, stalking, he’s crazy in every universe. gn!reader a / n : this is a gift to you guys for 348 followers. i’m soo grateful n happy <33

SINISTER MARK

he thinks it’s a joke at first. you’ve no real reason to actually want to leave him, right? he’s utterly convinced that there was nothing wrong with the relationship. and to be fair, there wasn’t. other than the fact he was possessive as shit and always had tabs on you. would scare off your friends and constantly linger around you whenever he wasn’t terrorizing the masses. the second he realizes that you’re serious? he doesn’t take it very well. you won’t ever find someone better than him. he won’t let you. just what human could ever be better than him?

“You’re not very good at jokes,” Mark says—voice and expression both hauntingly blank. It sends chills down your spine for the simple fact he’s never had such an empty tone. The way he looks at you is something that you can’t exactly put into words. Maybe he’s disappointed. Maybe he’s annoyed, or expectant, or some other emotion that you cannot be bothered to decipher. Not when there’s blood staining your clothes and his, the floor, your cheeks and his hands. Whatever ‘friend’ you were hanging out with was dead before they’d hit the ground. It’s been twelve days since you had gathered the courage to tell Mark you wanted a break, and it took him this long to take you seriously. Thought, it hadn’t taken much effort for him to take a life. “I don’t know why you thought this was a good idea. . .” He hummed, tilting his head as he crouched down in front of you, watching you tremble like a deer in front of an incomprehensible creature. ”But let’s not do this again, hm?”

OMNI MARK

calm. at least, he seems calm. but he also doesn’t take you very seriously. acts as he usually does, even asks you when the next date night is. as if he’ll even be able to make it with his schedule and how often he cancels on you. looks at you as though you’ve said something ludicrous when you answer that there isn’t a date night—you’re not together anymore. surely, you don’t know what you’re talking about. if you wanted him to plan the next date, you could have just told him. he’s usually the one that does all the thinking, anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. honestly, what made you think you could walk away from him? the one human he cares for, and you’ve the nerve to try and separate from him? funny.

“We’re not dating, Mark.” The way the two of you stare at each other for a few tense moments is a little awkward, though he doesn’t seem to care. He holds eye contact with you before sighing—like you’re a child who doesn’t know what they’re talking about. Like you’ve garnered the nerve to tell some dry joke. “If you have a problem,” Mark starts, arms crossed against his chest as he ignores your exasperated expression, “we talk it out. Like a couple is supposed to do.” “But we’re not a couple anymore. That is what I’m telling you.” You’re attempting to be reasonable, you really are, but you swear up and down he’s making you feel like the crazy one. This has got to be the third time you’ve had this conversation with him, and it hasn’t even been a week. There isn’t any way you can get through to him and you just don’t understand why. Mark scoffs, again, ignoring you. “I’ll make sure I’m not busy. Crime’s been going down, so it should be fine. They’ll manage without me.” “Just kill me already.” You mutter to yourself, unable to decide whether or not you’ll be able to ever get your point across. . . . You’ll just try again tomorrow.

FULL MASK MARK

more pathetic than mainstream mark. this man is like a wet cat in the rain. tries to maintain distance, but ends up following you everyday, texts you without thinking about it while he attempts to reason that it’s okay. you just need some distance and time, and maybe you’ll both get better. ends up outside your window after a particularly bad fight with a villain he had. he didn’t do it on purpose, he just sort of ended up here. call it muscle memory if you will. all he knows is that he’s a mess without you—needs you like oxygen, can barely think or focus on anything without you. probably the only one that tries to be the best he can be for you outside of the main universe. and probably the only one you didn’t really want to break up with.

“ ‘m sorry.”

“Markus.”

“ ‘m sorry,” Mark sniffles, face tucked into your neck as he clings to you. You’d think of it as pathetic if it were anyone but him, honestly. He’d shown up with your favorite candy and drink, bloody and looking like a stray abandoned on the side of the street. You practically had to drag him through the window when he tried to turn back around. It took a bit of insisting and a med-kit to get him cleaned and patched up, despite him reminding you that he technically didn’t need it. You snapped at him to shut up before inevitably pulling him to your room again—letting him stay the night was an easy decision, almost too easy. As of right now, he was simply listening to the sound of your heartbeat, your soft breathing, enjoying the way your gentle fingers tangled in his hair. It was sweet. Familiar. Something Mark had missed so much it made his heart ache and hurt, to the point felt as though it was being ripped apart. Though, if it were done by your hands, he wouldn’t mind.

a / n : i liked writing this, i might make a part two to this and i’m gonna make the healer reader thing a series if you guys are up to reading that. mwah mwahhhh

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[tiramissyoucake]

hi, I have a viltrumite mark request! do the gifts that he gives reader vary or to him they’re all the same? like if he’s really trying to impress her and get her on board with producing heirs, is he trying to get her the most valuable gifts he could salvage after his conquest or would he not know the value of the things he’d taken? idk if this makes sense but i love your writings about him :)

Tysm!! And IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE. He regrets destroying earth too thoroughly, there's nothing to salvage to give to you, even if there was there's a chance you'd just become more upset at the memory of what once was.

A shiny gem or two from a desecrated eco-system, pretty robes that survived fires that swallowed whole towns, anything he deemed too beautiful to be destroyed would be taken back, just like how he did with you when he saved you from the sinking ship that was earth

Though this gives me a blurb idea for a Stockholm syndrome type thing *rubbing hands together mischievously*

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The doors to the bedrooms creaked open, your hands pausing from toying with a gem he brought back from a planet. (One that reflects everything it shows, you saw a glimpse of his smile as he picked it up, a fire, bloodshed, beautiful but daunting.)

"I'm home, love." He announced immediately upon seeing you, setting aside some sort of satchel and walking to you, throwing away the extravagant cape and cupping your cheek to give you a brief kiss, a happy noise vibrating from his lips briefly before he parted. "I have something for you."

'Oh, joy.' You mentally rolled your eyes, glancing up from where you were sitting. "Don't you think I have enough...?" You gestured to a full closet, a vanity littered with jewels you didn't even know existed.

"No, you'll want this, trust me." He took the satchel from where it was tossed, kneeling infront of you and opening it up. "I returned to whatever remained from Earth, and... you'll be happy to know that I missed a few spots."

Mark smiled as he brought out a few rectangular shapes; the familiar scent of paper albeit yellowed, the appearance of worn edges and cracked spines. Books. Actual books. By human authors.

Your expression lit up with.. something, he couldn't discern it as he put the books down in your hands as you shuffled through them, blinking rapidly as if this was a dream.

Familiar titles you've seen in bookshops returned to you, 3 parts from 'Before the Coffee Gets Cold', 'Pride & Prejudice', 'Dracula', collections of short stories, compendiums, you saw more small books between thicker ones.

You thought you'd be angry, yet you felt strangely happy to finally feel something you were familiar with.

"Do you like it?" His smile was so big it almost hurt his cheeks, your expression gave him hope. "Alien books aren't in a scripture you can read, a-and I know there isn't much to do around here when I'm gone..."

"It's perfect." It was so small, it was almost miniscule, you're supposed to be crying, angry to be reminded of your destroyed home. "I.. I'm really happy about this, this may be the best gift you've ever given me."

This was the most Mark has ever gotten from you, the most gratitude that felt genuine. "Books, hah..! Okay! Books, I'll get you more books! Earth books! I'll scour the entire galaxy for any remains of Earthen artifacts!" He monologued excitedly, his heart soaring as you set the books down and looked up at him.

"You look beautiful when overjoyed, I should've done this– mmf!" For once, you initiated contact yourself. Lips pressing against his, Mark melted into a moan as his arms looped around you, leaning up to take more from you.

"Thank you— I don't know how to explain but... thank you—" He shushed you, kissing the corner of your lips, your cheek, your forehead.

"I understand, there's nothing like... home." He begrudgingly called that failing planet your home, as opposed to Viltrum's accommodations. "You know... maybe you could read some of these to our children, in the future."

Your vulnerability was what he was waiting for, a chance to strike to bring up the conversation again. "You're kidding, I don't know if kids can read these..." You were too caught up in the worn cut-up corners of the book to use your usual mind-games, sighing. "... Mark, thank you."

You didn't notice the suspicious smile, the lidded dark gaze that appeared on his face as he stood up while you decided on which book to read. "You're welcome. You're always welcome, love."

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔! | bllk boys

✶ plot: the character gives your sibling the chance to go down on the field with him before the game, and this leads you to think that maybe he really is someone you could marry since he shows so much care. idk if you know when before the matches the players of the teams go out on the field during the anthem, often with the players there are kids! it's such a cuteee thinggg (╥﹏╥)

✶ characters: sae itoshi, rin itoshi, micheal kaiser

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

✶ ITOSHI SAE ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

In the noise of the arena, the Japanese anthem seems to almost fade into the background. The participants are much more focused on shouting, in announcing that the players are finally taking to the field after almost half an hour of delay due to an alleged accident of the German team bus, which had a flat tire. While you were waiting you often imagined the annoyed faces of your boyfriend, who surely threatened his manager to leave if the game didn't start at the scheduled time. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, you don't know. He's definitely annoyed, but he didn't make it obvious probably because today your younger brother is with him. You still can't believe how your brother finally convinced Sae, after years of begging him. When you finally see both of them, you understand that it is not a dream and that your brother is actually in the most famous field in Spain

When you told your family that in Spain, during your Erasmus, you had met the man who was now your boyfriend, they hadn't worried. You hadn't specified that Sae, your boyfriend, your brother's favorite player, from the team that your family had supported for years even before you were born, was that man. When Sae and your family were introduced, your brother categorically decided that now you would no longer have another man in your life other than the ReAl midfielder. Not that you minded this obligation. But you were happy to see your brother so close to him and Sae who, strangely, treated him with kindness. It was probably because he also had a younger brother, he knew what it meant to be the eldest son

You had been with him for two years now, yet your brother had to beg him for a long time before he achieved his goal. Sae had not given in until then because he thought it was a way to invade his privacy and that of your family, but after seeing a photo of Rin and your brother he had agreed. You didn't even know why you wanted to compare a photo of your little brother and Rin as a newborn, but something had moved in Sae's heart, and now he and your brother were walking onto the field with an entire stadium chanting the name of the best midfielder of recent years, your amazing boyfriend

With your phone you film the scene, while your mother next to you starts to shed a few tears "Don't you think you're exaggerating?" you say, teasing her. The Spanish anthem starts, and the players line up in front of the crowd, the children in front of them and wearing smaller uniforms than the team. Your mother smiles "I'm so happy for Kuroi. He wanted it so much, and I understand why Sae didn't want to do it, and yet they're both there!" she says wiping away a tear

Sitting in the stands, you have the chance to be quite close to the players. Your brother notices you, and smilingly starts waving in your direction, proudly showing the jersey he is wearing: like the ReAl uniform, on the back he has "Sae" written and his number, 10. You record the scene and you notice how, in the video, you can see your boyfriend behind Kuroi looking at him curiously, maybe even a little proudly. While both sing the anthem, the children remain in front of the players even when the camera reflects the scene on the big screen of the stadium, also showing Kuroi with his excited eyes. Sae gives you an interested look when he notices your proud look, and you return it by blowing him a quick kiss. You see him roll his eyes, but you know he's calm, it's just the usual

"You know..." your mother says, and you turn around curiously "I think after this, you have no choice but to marry Sae. I don't think Kuroi would recover if you ever broke up, not after this" she says, and even though you know she's joking, her words hit you a little harder than usual. You and the ReAl player have been together for a while now, you never talked about marriage but it happened that you both admitted that you would like to spend the rest of your lives with each other. This relationship, Sae himself, has given you so much love that you know perfectly well that you could never have such a connection with anyone other than him. It's in the way that, even without words, his gestures speak: it's clear that he loves you, and you love him in a way that you can't even quantify

"That might be an option. I'm waiting for him to have the courage to get down on one knee" you joke, and your mother chuckles with you, patting you on the shoulder "If he had the courage to love you until today, I think marrying you is quite easy" she says, and you roll your eyes amusedly "Really funny"

Her words are not casual, not when Sae asked her for her blessing on your union a few weeks ago. He told her that it is not casual to have Kuroi with him on the field, and that after the end and victory of the match he intends to ask you to marry him in front of the entire stadium, but especially in front of your family. But you don't know this yet

✶ ITOSHI RIN ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"Remember, you have to always stay close to Rin, if I see you running somewhere I swear to go down on the field and chase you in front of everyone in the stadium!" you say to your sister, but she giggles, hugging your boyfriend's leg. Rin ruffles her hair, letting out a sigh "She'll be good. She promised me, right Kae?" asks the youngest Itoshi, and your sister immediately nods "Of course big brother!" the little girl says, smiling happily, and you sigh, mentally telling yourself that everything will be fine "Okay... but I swear, if you act bad, it's the last time I'll make you do something like that. Mom didn't even fully agree..." you say exasperated, but you feel Rin's hand lightly squeeze your wrist "Don't worry so much. I'll take care of her"

Ever since Rin came into your life, your younger sister Kae has started to see him as the brother she never had. You have always been two daughters in the family, and even though both you and she wanted a brother, unfortunately you never had the chance to have one. When Rin made the transition from classmate to boyfriend five years ago, Kae was thrilled to welcome him into the family. He and she actually spend a lot of time together, and while Rin's character is extremely reserved and cold, you've never seen him act distant with your sister: it's wrong to say that they just love each other, they literally have a brotherly relationship. It warms your heart, especially when you plan on spending the rest of your life with this guy, since you've been a couple for a while now

Having Kae join Rin on the field was actually quite an unexpected idea. You and your boyfriend had spent the last few months in France for his special training, and only returned to Japan for your sister's tenth birthday. The problem arose when, on the plane, you both realized that you hadn't bought the birthday girl any presents: busy with the various preparations for the return trip, you hadn't bought anything in France. You realized it when you saw a little girl opening a present on the plane, and unexpectedly Rin saw the same scene at the same time and thought the same thing

On the evening of her birthday, after many hours of flying, Rin said that your gift for Kae would be to have her join him on the field in the next match, which would take place the following week against Italy. Kae had literally jumped out of her chair to hug both, even though your mother wasn't completely convinced, unlike your father who asked to be able to go on the field too. So now, as you go up to the stands to watch the game and the anthem, you think about how all this is so extraordinary and at the same time strange

When you sit down, the Japanese anthem begins to fill the stadium. You see Rin with his usual serious face and Kae, in front of him and wearing a Japan jersey, singing excitedly. You see in your sister's eyes an emotion that you have seen in her a few times, and thinking that all this is thanks to Rin makes you think a little more than usual: your relationship is not perfect, you argue like all normal couples, but you would never replace your beloved boyfriend with another person. You've loved each other since you were both fourteen, and now that he's on the Japanese national team and you've started college, your love has only grown. You're 19, but you both think you could go on forever like this, and that's exactly what makes you realize how much you really care about this relationship

Rin loves you, your family, your life and your soul. If that's not perfection, you don't know what is. You know that you both are still young and have goals, but if he asked you to marry him literally now, you would accept without regrets

The game begins, the kids going back to the locker room where you know your dad is waiting for Kae. You watch the rest of the game with them, while Kae tells everything Rin told her before she left, how good she was and how she wants to do it again. The match ends with Japan winning, with a goal scored by Rin himself: the whole stadium starts to shout, while you applaud happily. The journalists immediately take possession of the field and the players, and the same happens to Rin, who is captured by the cameras of the Japanese national TV. A reporter points the microphone at him, while your boyfriend lowers his water bottle

"Great match today, Itoshi Rin! No one expected less from the former Blue Lock number one. Do you miss the structure?" says the man, and Rin takes a few steps forward "It was a fundamental stage in my career, but half of the idiots who were with me are now in the national team, it hasn't changed that much" he says, and the man laughs "You're right, just today you scored with an assist from Isagi Yoichi, also a former number one. Speaking of other things, today a little girl came out on the field with you during the anthem..." he says, and Rin clears his throat "It was my girlfriend's younger sister. She's here too" he says, and the man smiles "I know! You both recently returned from France, didn't the city of love give you the chance to face an important stage in your relationship? After all, you've been together for a while" he says, and Rin raises an eyebrow "You mean Paris?" he asks, and the man nods "I'm talking about a possible marriage proposal in Paris" he says, and Rin's eyes widen a bit. He's silent for a few seconds, and then speaks slowly "I haven't had the chance... although we're both still very young. I might try next time"

Your father and Kae notice how you are almost paralyzed, a fierce blush that burns your face. Tonight you leave for Paris

✶ MICHEAL KAISER ᡣ𐭩 𓂃

"I wonder how he'll sing the German national anthem if he can barely speak" Kaiser says, and you think about it for a while. It's not a stupid question, but at the same time you don't want to think of an answer "I have no idea. You didn't know that until a few years ago, anyway" you say resting your head against his chest, and he tightens his grip on your waist "Remember to wait for him here. As soon as he's finished he'll come back to you" he says, and you nod "I know. I'll wait here"

Both you and Kaiser watch your brother being around the other kids who will be taking the field. Leon doesn't talk much, he's quite shy, but at the same time he always wants to be around other people. Both you and Kaiser think it's a bit of a weird behavior, but you don't worry too much, you think it's just something that will change as he grows up. Micheal, on the other hand, is the one who is a little more worried, but you can understand his behavior: as a child he never had the chance to be supervised by someone older, so he always had to correct his wrong or right behaviors himself. Leon has nothing, he is simply a child who is growing up, but Kaiser has always shown to be particularly fond of him. From the first moment they met, one winter evening three years ago, Leon became your boyfriend's favorite kid. Kaiser taught your brother to play soccer, and since he's gotten much better lately, Michael gave him the chance to stay with him before the match against Spain, during the German anthem

The team begins to line up, players calling out the kids they’ve been matched with. Kaiser leaves a kiss on your forehead, walking over to Leon "We gotta go. Are you ready?" he asks your brother, patting him on the back. He nods, taking his hand. You know how difficult physical contact is for Kaiser, but he has never refused to shake Leon's hand "Perfect. You have to promise me to shout the anthem, though. I want the whole stadium to hear your voice" he says, and you raise an eyebrow, while Leon also shakes his head, unsure "You have to, I want the whole stadium to know about you, the next striker of Bastard Munchen. Then you're with me, you don't have to be afraid, right?" says Kaiser teasing him, and Leon finally speaks "Okay Micheal..." he says, hiding his happy emotion

Kaiser nods in satisfaction, turning to you only briefly "Wait here, remember" he says, and you nod once more "I told you I’m not moving. Why are you so worried?" you ask, chuckling, but he sighs in amusement "You’ll see later" he says, and before you can ask him any questions he and your brother start walking down the stadium. The anthem starts in the stadium and all the players greet the crowd, while the children shout and laugh. You see Leon a little nervous, but a few words from Kaiser seem to calm him down

In your family, only you are capable of calming your brother's little moments of anxiety. You have always been the one to be his mother, and since Kaiser came into your life, he too has felt almost the duty to be there for your brother. Since he has been there too, only you and Micheal calm him. Leon could almost be your son, if he wasn't your little brother; it's something that both you and Michael think about, especially considering how important you both are to him. When you started being the girlfriend of the German prodigy, you never expected to see him so attached to your family, and honestly, you wouldn't have blamed him: Kaiser never had someone to call family, a group of people who taught him what love meant. You knew that bonding with your family wouldn't be easy for him, and yet it had happened so easily that for a second you thought you had misunderstood everything

What was yours had become his too. What you loved, your family, had become his family almost naturally, as if it was destined for your love and that of your relatives. You knew how much he cared, and it only made you even more proud to love him, of loving everything of Kaiser Micheal. You knew perfectly well his opinion on marriage, you knew how he was afraid of getting married because his parents had never given him an example of a healthy and loving marriage. You knew how much the idea of making a mistake, of becoming his father and locking you in a toxic marriage scared him, even if he had never pulled a hair on your head. You understood his motives and respected them, but if he ever asked you to be his wife, you knew full well that you would accept

You look over at your two treasures, and Leon seems to be having a blast as he shouts out the German national anthem, which is slowly coming to an end. Once again, Kaiser has managed to bring out the best in your brother, making the most enjoyable moment possible. As the music ends you approach the agreed upon spot, but you notice how the players are not starting to take their positions on the field. You raise an eyebrow, as the German team and the children slowly disappear from the pitch, while Leon runs towards you

"Come with me" your brother says, taking your hand and leading you down to the field "What do you want to do...?" you ask perplexed, shy in front of all the people's eyes. The soccer field empties completely, with only Kaiser left in the center. You watch him doubtfully as Leon takes you near him, leaving you once they reach the center of the field "Do you know anything?" you ask your brother, but he shakes his head "Just a little. Michael knows the rest" he says, chuckling, the laugh of someone who definitely knows everything. You remain in front of Kaiser, who however does not seem to give any answers to your doubtful look "What are you doing?" you ask for the umpteenth time, while you feel Leon's hand detach "Thank you. I owe you something" the German says to the boy, but he shakes his head "Nothing. Just make her happy" he says as he walks away, heading towards the edge of the field

In front of the eyes of the entire stadium, you and Kaiser remain. You begin to get nervous, while his calm gaze gives you absolutely no answer "Don't get nervous. Trust me" he says taking your hands, and you sigh resignedly "I don't want to die of anxiety" you say smiling nervously, and he nods "You won't die of anxiety. At least wait until you see the rest"

Kaiser clears his throat, taking a long breath. "Hello. No introduction needed, you already know perfectly well who I am. Maybe you know me for being your boyfriend, maybe for being the prodigy of an entire nation, but you are surely the only one who knows me as Michael, the same one who cried in your arms several times already. You know how my courage and narcissism are my signature, how my charisma is known by entire nations, or at least by their soccer teams. I always use my courage for myself, but never for others... and I thought I can do it once, just once for another person. One decisive time, that terrifies me but that you deserve. I thought about it for a long time, telling myself that we were fine the way we were, that we didn't need such a big gesture to confirm that I love you. But you are you, you have always gone beyond your limits to love me, to give me a sense of family and home that I never had. I want to use this courage for you, to ask you for something that I know scares me but that I want to do..." says the man. You see him kneel on one knee, opening a velvet box that reveals a ring with a blue sapphire

"... do you want to marry me, say yes to me in front of free Germany but above all in front of Leon?" says the man, showing you for the first time a completely new version of himself: that's not Kaiser Michael in front of you, that's not Kaiser, that's not even Michael. That's your Kaiser Michael, someone the whole world doesn't know but you know like yourself. Your hands are shaking as you try to cover your mouth and eyes that are slowly watering, but you can't ignore the emotion that's slowly eating you alive

"Of course I do" you say with a shaky voice, and the stadium erupts in a ferocious roar. Kaiser stands up, placing the ring on your finger before pulling you into a tight hug, burying his face in your shoulder "Thank you. Thank you for everything"

[girl4music]

That’s not true with me. I don’t have NOTPs because I don’t really talk about the relationships between characters that I don’t ship together. Just the same as I don’t really ever talk about a character that I don’t like.

If I don’t talk about them all that much, you can safely assume I don’t like them all that much.

As for characters I absolutely hate.

You’ll never see me talk about them.

People often assume it’s the other way around. That if I talk so negatively about a character, I hate them.

The reality is I really like that character.

May even love them. I talk about them so negatively often because I find their negative characterization interesting or compelling. It’s not because I hate it.

For example: Willow Rosenberg.

She’s actually my favourite character in the entire Buffyverse. But I read her for filth most of the time.

I’m constantly talking about her negative characterization. Her qualities or arc.

The reason why is because I LOVE THAT about her. I find it so fascinating about her character. Willow’s representation and development is highly exciting.

She’s an amazingly well-written and well-portrayed morally grey character with an arc that is riveting.

But I’ve actually had so many people on here ask me why I talk so much crap about her. Why I hate her.

I don’t hate her. Not in the slightest.

I hate the way she behaves and reacts sometimes but that’s part of what makes me so thoroughly invested.

If I actually hated her, I’d never talk about her because I don’t talk about characters that I do actually hate.

Yes. Those characters exist. You’ll just never know it.

The same with ships. If you know I am aware of a ship but I never ever talk about them - assume I hate them.

If I always talk about the ship but not in the most positive way - don’t assume that. I do love them.

The way I consume media and TV art/entertainment is in a very unusual way because my intention is to learn.

It’s not to be entertained or pleasured.

I have no interest in art/entertainment to be appeased.

I don’t care what looks good, sounds good, feels good.

Blah blah blah. I want to be mentally stimulated.

I want to expand my consciousness and sense of self.

Everything I watch, regardless of what age or genre it is, it has to be something incredibly thought-provoking.

I just fucking switch off otherwise. I just don’t care.

I am incapable of consuming media just to consume.

Now what’s funny is aesthetically and thematically, I like camp, I like stuff that really isn’t all that serious at all. I like the supernatural, metaphorical, philosophical.

But the caveat is that it has to be well-written. The writing is very important to me in whatever it is. So when it comes to characters and also character relationships/dynamics, I don’t have to “like” or “ship” them. I just have to be compelled by them. That’s it.

I have to be given room to think and feel and interpret.

You give me that - I’ll quickly a be lot more engaged.

I do not think you have to “like” a character or “ship” a character dynamic. You just have to learn something.

It’s just with me personally that tends to be why I like or ship them because what’s important to me is learning.

I don’t ship Xena and Gabrielle so obsessively and egregiously because they’re “cute” together. I couldn’t care a less about that. I ship them because they’re an incredible multi-faceted compelling character dynamic and I learn something new or something profound out of watching them - out of understanding that dynamic.

If all that they had about them or between them was “cuteness”, I wouldn’t ship them. I wouldn’t give a shit.

It’s not about that for me. It never has been.

Never will be.

i feel like nobody has NOTPs anymore. like if you hate a ship now it has to be for some deep moral reason and you have to justify it to everyone what happened to just not liking stuff that isnt inherently bad but just because you personally think it sucks

[odileeclipse]

In the Presence of Truth {"Sage of Truth" (SMC) x Reader} PT 13

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You exhaled a quiet laugh, glancing down at your hands before the weight of what you had asked returned to the forefront of your mind. Would he actually come? It had been a moment of impulse, that invitation. A flicker of something unfamiliar driving you to extend a bridge where there had previously been none. You weren’t sure what compelled you to do it, only that the idea of leaving this space, this feeling, behind as you stepped back into the rigid structure of your lessons felt…Lonely. You cleared your throat, shifting slightly. “It’s not exactly a scholarly gathering,” you admitted. “Just me and my friends being… well, normal. Nothing profound, no debates about philosophy or the nature of existence. Just food. Talking. Laughing.” You hesitated. “That might not be your kind of thing.” Shadow Milk Cookie was silent for a long moment, considering. “…It is true,” he said at last, “that I do not often engage in such gatherings.” You tried not to let disappointment creep into your chest. “That does not mean I would be unwilling to.” Your eyes snapped up to meet his. Something in his expression had shifted, subtle but undeniable. There was still that air of careful thought, of weighing decisions with meticulous precision, but there was also something softer. Something that felt a little like understanding. “You invited me,” he said simply, as if that alone was enough reason to consider it. You swallowed, nodding. “Yeah. I did.” He hummed, glancing toward the water once more. “I will let you know when the time comes.” It wasn’t quite a yes, but it wasn’t a no either. The willow’s branches swayed, the light shifted, and the world carried on. And beside you, the distance between you and the Sage of Truth…Shadow Milk Cookie felt just a little smaller than before. The hours had unraveled between you like thread slipping through careful fingers unnoticed at first, until the spools ran empty, leaving only the quiet realization that time had moved while you weren’t looking. The sky had softened into the golden hues of afternoon, the same sky that always signaled the slow shift toward evening, toward the time you and your friends would gather for dinner. And yet, here you still were.

The koi-like creatures drifted lazily beneath the water’s surface, the willow’s tendrils swayed, and the air had cooled just enough to carry the scent of damp earth and distant hearth smoke. Somewhere beyond the gardens, the academy’s halls stirred with the sound of students wrapping up their studies, footsteps and laughter echoing faintly in the wind. You hadn’t meant to stay this long. And neither, it seemed, had he. Shadow Milk Cookie still sat beside you, his posture as composed as ever, yet… different. More at ease. As if he had settled into the moment as fully as you had, letting conversation flow in a way that was neither structured nor scholarly just natural. You had talked about things that didn’t matter and things that did. You had asked nonsensical questions simply because you could, because it felt nice to exist outside of the rigid roles of teacher and struggling student. You had wondered aloud whether the koi-like creatures dreamed, whether the stars had favorites, whether his hair, flowing like a river of ink washing into sky, was a reflection of something deeper. “If truth is endless,” you had mused, “then I guess it makes sense that your hair looks like the night sky.” He had given you a look that suggested he was torn between amusement and exasperation. “I fail to see the correlation.”

“You would,” you had huffed, though there had been no real bite to it. And now, the time had come to part ways, to return to the rhythm of your routine. Almost reluctantly, you sat up a little straighter, stretching your arms. “It’s about that time,” you said, voice lighter than you felt. He hummed in acknowledgment, his gaze flicking toward the shifting sky. “…Have you decided?” you asked, hesitating for just a moment. “About dinner?” His eyes turned to you, unreadable in the soft afternoon glow. You had asked once before, when the idea had been nothing but a passing thought, an invitation given without expectation. But now the moment had arrived, and with it came the awareness that his answer mattered more than you had originally let yourself believe. Because in these hours spent speaking as something close to equals, something had shifted. The line in the sand was still there, but the tide had come and blurred its edges, leaving behind something unspoken, something new. Shadow Milk Cookie regarded you for a long moment, as if weighing not just the question, but the intent behind it. “…I will accompany you.” You blinked, caught off guard by how simply he said it. No long-winded deliberation, no careful sidestepping. Just an answer. A yes. A grin tugged at the corner of your lips. “You make it sound like a formal engagement.” He exhaled, something close to a sigh, though there was no real annoyance behind it. “Would you rather I rescind my acceptance?” “Absolutely not.” You stood, brushing off your clothes before tilting your head toward the winding path. “Come on, then. If we’re late, Chai Latte will start interrogating me, and I don’t think you want to be on the receiving end of that.”

For a brief moment, you thought he might hesitate. But then he stood, his movements as fluid and effortless as the ever-flowing strands of his hair. “…Very well,” he said, as if conceding to some great, unknown truth. And together, you left the willow behind, stepping toward something you hadn’t yet found the words to name. The dining hall was alive with the warmth of conversation and the clinking of silverware against porcelain. The high, arched windows let in the fading gold of the afternoon, casting soft shadows over the long tables where students gathered in clusters, some bent over open books, others laughing over shared meals, the weight of the day’s studies momentarily forgotten. The familiar scent of fresh bread, roasted vegetables, and fragrant tea drifted through the air, wrapping around you like something safe, something steady. You wove through the throng of students with practiced ease, Shadow Milk Cookie beside you, his presence still something you were adjusting to outside of structured learning. It was odd not unwelcome, just new to have him here, a figure who had always seemed just beyond reach now following in step with you toward something as ordinary as dinner. And yet, despite the unfamiliarity, there was a quiet sort of ease to it. When you reached the long buffet table lined with food, your hands moved almost on instinct, reaching for familiar choices the options you always went for. But something else guided your fingers, something quieter, something you weren’t entirely aware of until you set your tray down and realized  you had chosen differently.

Vegetables cooked with care, grains carefully balanced, tea brewed lightly rather than steeped too long things that wouldn’t have stood out to anyone else, yet now sat before you like a quiet confession. Shadow Milk Cookie’s plate mirrored your own in ways that should have been coincidence, but now… now you weren’t sure. Had you done this unconsciously? Assimilated his preferences, however subtly, as a means of feeling closer to him? You swallowed, brushing the thought aside before it could take root. “Finally,” Earl Grey Cookie’s voice cut through your thoughts as you reached your usual table, his expression one of exaggerated relief. “I was starting to think you had abandoned us in favor of scholarly pursuits.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie chuckled from his seat beside him, shaking his head. “It wouldn’t be the first time.” You rolled your eyes, setting your tray down before plopping into your usual seat. “I do have a life outside of studying, you know.” Earl Grey Cookie arched a brow, his sharp gaze flicking to the figure standing just behind you. “Clearly.” The unspoken weight of his words settled between you for only a moment before you waved him off, refusing to give him the satisfaction of making you flustered. “Oh, don’t start.” But Earl Grey Cookie merely smirked before his expression shifted into something more appraising. “Is this going to start becoming a daily occurrence, then?”

You scoffed, mirroring his raised brow. “Why? Jealous I’m spending time with someone smarter than you?” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie nearly choked on his drink, while Chai Latte Cookie let out a delighted giggle behind her teacup. Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie let out a low chuckle, setting his fork down. “I don’t know, (Y/N). You might be treading dangerous waters.” “Please,” You huffed. “Earl Grey Cookie wishes he could keep up with me.” Earl Grey Cookie smirked, unfazed. “Is that so?” Earl Grey Cookie, to his credit, didn’t miss a beat. “Smarter, perhaps. Better company? That remains to be seen.” “Mm,” You hummed, reaching for your tea. “I mean, you do rely on me for your daily entertainment. Must get boring when I’m not around to remind you that you’re not the most clever person in the room.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie stifled a laugh behind his hand. Earl Grey Cookie, ever composed, merely tilted his head. “Ah, but you assume you are the cleverest, when in reality, I merely allow you to believe so.” You grinned, leaning forward slightly. “Oh? And here I thought I was the highlight of your day.” “I’ll admit, your suffering is entertaining.” Shadow Milk Cookie watched the exchange with an unreadable expression. It was strange Earl Grey Cookie and he were not so different. Both held themselves with quiet dignity, both carried intellect like a finely honed blade. And yet, the ease with which you spoke to Earl Grey Cookie, the way you teased and played with him without hesitation…He had never heard you speak to him like that. Had never been on the receiving end of that effortless, unguarded warmth. Something unfamiliar twisted in his chest. Something close to jealousy…no, envy. And across the table, Chai Latte Cookie saw it. Chai Latte Cookie giggled behind her teacup, the corners of her lips curving into something amused, something knowing. Shadow Milk Cookie watched the exchange with quiet intensity, his golden eyes flickering between them.

He and Earl Grey Cookie were not so different. They both carried themselves with quiet authority, both wielded intellect with precision, both understood the weight of knowledge. And yet you had never spoken to him like that. There was an ease between them and Earl Grey Cookie, a natural playfulness, a warmth that flowed without hesitation. Your sharp words with him were banter, light and teasing, filled with familiarity rather than apprehension. With him, they were still careful. Respectful, yes, but… restrained. Something settled uncomfortably in his chest. Jealousy? No. Something else. Something close. Chai Latte Cookie’s voice broke through his thoughts, light and playful, yet layered with something deeper. “(Y/N) is just so captivating, aren’t they?” she mused, stirring her tea slowly, her gaze flicking to him for just a moment. “A joy to be around.” Shadow Milk Cookie turned his head slightly, studying her. The words were simple, but the meaning was not. She was watching. She had seen. Her gaze flickered once more to you, who sat across from Earl Grey Cookie, taking a sip of tea despite the fact that it had clearly steeped too long, despite the way they winced slightly at the bitterness. Drinking it, even though it burned going down, just to be petty. Just so Earl Grey Cookie would have to remake it. Their quarrel was nonsensical, meaningless, a game they played simply because they could. And yet, Shadow Milk Cookie sat here, watching. Chai Latte Cookie tilted her head, a knowing smile playing at her lips. Shadow Milk Cookie exhaled slowly. “They are…” He hesitated, just briefly, before speaking. “Determined.”

Chai Latte Cookie let out a soft hum. “That they are.” Across the table, Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie, having witnessed your petty war against Earl Grey Cookie’s tea, chuckled. “Oh, enough,” he said, shaking his head in amusement. “Since (Y/N) seems so intent on making life difficult for Earl Grey, I think it’s only fair we return the favor.” You stiffened. “Wait-” Before you could react, Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smoothly swapped their cup with a darker, stronger brew. A drink so potent that you could smell the bitterness before you even lifted the cup. Earl Grey Cookie leaned back slightly, arms crossed, smirking as he watched them hesitate. “Well?” he prompted. You groaned but, never one to back down, took a sip. Instant regret. The sheer intensity of the flavor made you grimace, your throat tightening as the bitterness lingered. Laughter rippled around the table, Chai Latte Cookie’s delighted giggles, Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie’s triumphant chuckle, even Earl Grey Cookie’s smirk deepening ever so slightly. You set the cup down with a slow, deliberate sigh. “I hate you all.” “Oh, come now,” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie grinned. “This is justice.” groaning dramatically, you slumped against the table. And for the first time, Shadow Milk Cookie felt something odd settle within him something unfamiliar, something yearning. Because despite the absurdity of it all, despite the ridiculous antics It was warm. And for the first time, he wondered If, one day, you would speak to him with the same ease. Earl Grey Cookie took a slow, deliberate sip of his freshly brewed tea, setting it down with the kind of elegance that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing. His lips curled into a smirk as he tilted his head at you.

“You look defeated.” You scowled. “I am not defeated.” “Your expression says otherwise.” “My expression,” you retorted, narrowing your eyes, “is the face of someone plotting their next move.” “Oh?” Earl Grey Cookie leaned forward, lacing his fingers together. “A move that will finally best me, I assume?” “Finally?” You scoffed, placing a hand over your chest in mock offense. “You say that as if I haven’t bested you before.”Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Here we go again.” Earl Grey Cookie didn’t even blink. “Go ahead, (Y/N). Indulge me. When, exactly, have you bested me?” “Oh, I don’t know,” you mused, drumming your fingers against the table. “Maybe that time you got completely lost in that one library and refused to ask for help?” Earl Grey Cookie’s smirk didn’t falter. “It was a large library.” “Right, right, a ‘large’ library. And yet, who was it that had to come fetch you?” Chai Latte Cookie giggled, resting her chin on her palm. “Oh, this one sounds good.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smirked. “I remember that. Didn’t you spend hours wandering in circles?” Earl Grey Cookie took another calm sip of his tea. “I would not say hours.” “You definitely spent hours,” you countered. “And when I did find you, you tried to pretend you had been ‘surveying the architecture.’” “A fine excuse,” he mused. “An awful excuse,” you shot back. “I saw you staring at a map like it had personally wronged you.” “And yet,” Earl Grey Cookie said smoothly, “I did find my way in the end.” “Because I dragged you out!” Chai Latte Cookie and Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie laughed, the warmth of the memory making the moment all the more enjoyable. Earl Grey Cookie, ever composed, merely sighed. “Ah, but I do believe my superior intellect has bested you in other matters.” “Oh, do you?” You raised a brow. “Indeed,” he replied, voice as smooth as ever. “For instance, who was it that helped you during that one disastrous attempt at potion brewing?” You grimaced. “Okay, but in my defense-” “And who,” Earl Grey Cookie continued, the amusement clear in his voice, “was it that had to explain, at great length, why enchanting your own shoes to hover was not a practical means of transportation?”

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie snorted. “Oh yeah, that was a fun day.” “It would have worked if I had just gotten the right balance-” “No, (Y/N),” Earl Grey Cookie interjected, his smirk widening ever so slightly. “It would have ended with you flat on your face.” You huffed. “I hate that you have good points sometimes.” “As you should.” The table burst into laughter, the kind of laughter that came from familiarity, from the joy of long-standing friendship and shared memories. You hadn’t had a moment like this in so long just playful banter, just warmth, just being. It felt good. “You are comfortable,” Shadow Milk Cookie observed. The words weren’t unkind. If anything, they were spoken with the same measured calm he always carried. But something about them felt… pointed. Something about the way his golden gaze flickered between you and Earl Grey Cookie, how his voice held an undertone that wasn’t quite jealousy, wasn’t quite longing, but something teetering between the two. Something that went right over your head. Earl Grey Cookie, however, caught it instantly. He studied Shadow Milk Cookie for a moment before offering a small, knowing smirk. “Tough luck,” he said, voice light but firm. “We’ve known each other much longer. Even before the Academy.” Shadow Milk Cookie tilted his head ever so slightly. “Ah.” It was all he said, but the weight of it lingered. You blinked, realizing the shift in conversation. “Wait, did I never tell you?” Shadow Milk Cookie glanced at you. “Tell me?” You waved a hand vaguely. “About the four of us? How we met before coming here?” He shook his head. “You have not.” “Oh, well,” you leaned forward, suddenly animated, “we actually met back when we were younger…years before we even thought about coming to the Academy.” Chai Latte Cookie smiled knowingly. “Oh, this is a good story.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie chuckled. “Which one? There’s too many.” “True,” you grinned.  And just like that, the night stretched on, filled with laughter, filled with old stories, filled with the kind of warmth that only years of familiarity could bring. And Shadow Milk Cookie listened. Listened, and for the first time, truly understood  Just how far back you and Earl Grey Cookie’s bond reached. Just how much he had yet to catch up to. You leaned back in your seat, a grin tugging at your lips as you thought back to the past. The flickering candlelight of the dining hall cast long shadows across the table, but your mind was already elsewhere somewhere far from the Academy, far from the weight of exams and expectations. Somewhere simpler. "Alright, alright, now for how we all met " you started, glancing between them. "So, it all started when we were kids before any of us had even thought about the Academy. Back then, we were just well, us." Earl Grey Cookie hummed in amusement, resting his chin on his hand. "Just us? I remember you being an absolute menace." You scoffed, crossing your arms. "You say that like you weren’t right there alongside me."

"Only to ensure you didn't completely ruin your own reputation." Chai Latte Cookie giggled, stirring her tea. "Oh, don't act so above it. You were just as bad." Earl Grey Cookie let out an exasperated sigh, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward, betraying his amusement. Shadow Milk Cookie listened quietly, golden eyes fixed on you with an unreadable expression. He had been silent for most of the conversation, simply observing, but his attention never wavered. You waved off Earl Grey’s dramatics and continued. "Anyway Hazelnut, Earl Grey, Chai Latte, and I all grew up in the same town. It wasn’t particularly big or impressive, but it had character, you know? A lot of old history, a lot of people who swore by tradition. And of course, a lot of older scholars who hated when us kids got in the way." Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smirked. "Which we definitely did." "So," you continued, "the first time I met Earl Grey, I-uh." You hesitated, suddenly aware of Earl Grey Cookie’s expectant stare. You sighed. "Okay, fine. I might have challenged him to a duel." Chai Latte Cookie gasped in delight. "You did? I always thought it was him" "Listen, in my defense, he was insufferable even back then." "I was correct," Earl Grey Cookie corrected smoothly. You ignored him. "Anyway, we were arguing over some old scholar’s work something about magical inscriptions or whatever. I don’t even remember what, exactly. But it was heated. And at some point, I got so frustrated I just " You gestured vaguely. "Well, I declared a duel. And being the insufferable child that he was, Earl Grey actually accepted."

"It was only fair," Earl Grey Cookie said matter-of-factly. "One must back their words with action, no?" You rolled your eyes. "So we did it. Right in the middle of town. We squared up like we knew what we were doing which we absolutely didn’t, by the way. It was ridiculous. We were flailing at each other with training wands, and at one point, I tripped over my own robes" Chai Latte Cookie clapped a hand over her mouth, trying and failing to contain her laughter. You shot her a glare. "and Earl Grey nearly knocked himself out on a statue trying to dodge me." Earl Grey Cookie cleared his throat. "An unfortunate miscalculation." "Hilarious miscalculation," Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie corrected. "And then," Chai Latte Cookie cut in, eyes shining, "I stepped in to stop them from completely embarrassing themselves, and then I had to spend the next week convincing the elders that they weren’t actually a threat to the town’s intellectual reputation." "That part is true," you admitted with a sheepish grin. "Chai Latte had to sweet-talk them into believing we weren’t complete delinquents." "You were complete delinquents," she corrected with a dramatic sigh. "And I was a saint for sticking with you all." Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie chuckled. "And then I got dragged into this mess because someone needed to be the reasonable one." "I tried to be the reasonable one," Chai Latte Cookie argued, flicking a sugar cube at him. "But you’re the only one they actually listened to." "Because he bribed us with food," you admitted, shrugging. "That does sound like me," Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie said, grinning.

You turned back to Shadow Milk Cookie then, curious to see his reaction. He was quiet, gaze still fixed on you, expression unreadable. "You really did grow up together," he mused, more to himself than to anyone else. "Yeah," you said softly. "We did." And for just a moment, you thought you saw something flicker behind his golden eyes, something thoughtful, something distant. Before you could say anything, Earl Grey Cookie spoke first, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable weight. “It’s not that we mean to be exclusive,” he said, turning his tea cup idly between his fingers, “but there’s a certain understanding that comes with time, wouldn’t you agree?” The words were measured, careful not unkind, but pointed. You glanced at him, caught between curiosity and mild exasperation. Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie nodded in agreement, ever the steady voice of reason. “Years have a way of binding people together. It’s not something you think about until you realize how much of yourself is woven into someone else’s life.” Chai Latte Cookie rolled her eyes, though her smile softened the gesture. “Oh, don’t listen to them, Shadow Milk Cookie. They’re just being nostalgic and dramatic. They’ve spent so long looking out for each other that they don’t realize how obnoxiously obvious they’re being about it.” Shadow Milk Cookie regarded them in silence, his expression unreadable as always. But something in his gaze flickered just for a second. You cleared your throat, shifting the attention away. “Well, speaking of being obnoxiously obvious, Earl Grey, weren’t you saying earlier that you learned something interesting in class? Something that I’d apparently love?”

Earl Grey Cookie’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Ah. So you were listening.” You scoffed. “Of course I was. You said my name and ‘interesting’ in the same sentence. I was practically obligated to tune in.” “Well then,” he said, setting his tea aside with deliberate precision. “Allow me to enlighten you.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie let out a soft chuckle, while Chai Latte Cookie muttered something about him being dramatic. You, however, leaned in, curiosity piqued. “Do you remember the discussion we had about astral inscriptions last month?” Earl Grey Cookie asked. You frowned, searching your memory. “Vaguely? You mean the old ones that scholars still can’t fully translate?” “Exactly. We were discussing how certain scholars believe they were never meant to be read in a conventional sense.” He paused, letting the intrigue build. “Well, our professor mentioned an ongoing theory, one that suggests they’re not a language so much as a mathematical equation. A formula, rather than prose.” Your eyes widened. “Wait, you mean like a spell?” “In a way, yes. The theory suggests that the inscriptions aren’t just meant to be understood but activated. That their meaning is revealed only when the right sequence is performed.” Chai Latte Cookie, who had been listening with mild interest, raised a brow. “That’s… oddly poetic.” “It is poetic,” you murmured, mind already racing with the implications. “Imagine entire texts that don’t just tell knowledge but become knowledge. That means-” “That some of the most enigmatic passages in history might be locked behind a logic we haven’t yet unraveled,” Earl Grey Cookie finished. You sat back, exhaling. “That’s insane.” “And yet, it makes sense,” he said smoothly. Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie chuckled. “Look at you two, finishing each other’s thoughts. You really are insufferable.” You nudged Earl Grey Cookie with your elbow. “You have to show me your notes on this.” “I already knew you’d ask,” he replied, reaching into his bag. “I made a copy.” “You legend,” you said, taking the parchment from him with something close to reverence. Chai Latte Cookie sipped her tea, giving Shadow Milk Cookie a knowing glance. “See? This is what we mean. You’d think they were born for this.”

Shadow Milk Cookie had been watching the entire exchange, silent but entirely present. His golden eyes flicked between you and Earl Grey Cookie, then down to your hands as you carefully unfolded the parchment. Something in his expression shifted. Something small, something almost imperceptible. Jealousy was a strange thing. And yet, there it was. Shadow Milk Cookie finally spoke, his voice measured, deliberate. “If this is something that intrigues you, I could lend my expertise,” he offered, golden eyes glinting in the low dining hall light. “I have spent years researching ancient inscriptions. I am certain I could provide clarity where others have struggled.” The words were simple, logical. And yet, there was something underneath them, something not quite visible but certainly there. You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden offer. “Oh well, I mean, that would be-” Earl Grey Cookie raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Are you sure, Sage? It’s an awfully time-consuming subject to dig into.” Shadow Milk Cookie’s gaze flickered toward him, his ever-calm expression betraying nothing. “I would not have offered if I did not believe it worthwhile.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie glanced between them, sensing something shifting in the air, while Chai Latte Cookie, ever the observant one, hummed into her tea. You hesitated, looking between the two of them, feeling an odd tension begin to settle. It wasn’t antagonistic, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either. Chai Latte Cookie exhaled through her nose before setting her cup down with a soft clink, smoothly slipping into the space between words before they could become something more.

“Oh, come on,” she drawled, placing a hand over her chest as if the weight of the conversation had personally wounded her. “All this talk of research, and not one of you has offered to help me with my studies? Am I not worthy of such esteemed scholarly attention?” You snorted. “Chai, you don’t need help.You already climbed the ranks…You’re already top of the class in your division.” “And yet, I am neglected,” she lamented. “Truly, a tragic fate.” The dramatic delivery was enough to break the odd tension, a few small laughs rippling around the table. Even Shadow Milk Cookie let out something that could almost be considered a breath of amusement. You shook your head, grinning. “Alright, alright. If you ever need an essay proofread, I’ll drop everything.” “See, that is what I wanted to hear,” she said, satisfied. Then, with a casual glance in Shadow Milk Cookie’s direction, she added, “But really, (Y/N) Cookie is quite captivating, don’t you think? Always drawing people in, always keeping things interesting.” Shadow Milk Cookie’s golden gaze flicked toward her, unreadable. She met his eyes with an expression that was perfectly pleasant, almost too pleasant. It was a test, in a way. A subtle prod to see what, if anything, he would say. He didn’t answer immediately, instead allowing the words to settle. “…They are certainly remarkable,” he admitted at last, though his tone remained carefully neutral. You didn’t fully catch the exchange, too busy inspecting Earl Grey Cookie’s notes, but Chai Latte Cookie took in the slight change in Shadow Milk’s expression, the way his posture had shifted, and stored the moment away for later.

She said nothing more on the matter. For now, she had her answer. Dinner stretched on, laughter rippling between you all like waves in an easy tide. The weight of the academy, the endless lectures, the pressure of expectations none of it mattered in this moment. Here, at this table, surrounded by friends, it was as if time had loosened its grip just enough to allow something lighthearted to flourish. Even he the ever-poised, ever-revered Shadow Milk Cookie had been swept into the current of camaraderie. At first, he had been content to observe, his golden eyes flicking between the banter exchanged across the table. But the energy was infectious. Somewhere between Earl Grey Cookie’s exasperated retelling of how Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie had nearly set their entire laboratory station ablaze, and Chai Latte Cookie dramatically recounting a rumor she’d overheard in the library, a quiet chuckle escaped him. A chuckle that, much to your own surprise, turned into laughter. It was soft, refined, but unmistakably real. Your head turned in quiet shock, and you weren’t the only one who noticed. Earl Grey Cookie nearly choked on his tea, Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie grinned as if he had just witnessed something historic, and Chai Latte Cookie, ever quick to react, placed a hand over her heart with an exaggerated gasp.

“Oh my stars,” she whispered, as if she had just been granted a divine revelation. “Was that was that actual laughter from our esteemed Sage of Truth? I think the very foundations of the academy might tremble.” Shadow Milk Cookie exhaled, amusement still glinting in his eyes. “You exaggerate.” “I do not this is a momentous occasion! (Y/N) Cookie, did you hear that? Did you hear it?” You had, and you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “I think he’s laughing at you.” “I don’t care who he’s laughing at. The point is that it happened.” Earl Grey Cookie smirked. “This must be a sign of the end times.” Shadow Milk Cookie shook his head, but there was no exasperation in his expression, only something quiet, something almost content. The conversation meandered from there, shifting into stories from class, odd encounters in the hallways, harmless gossip about professors and their quirks. The dining hall had begun to empty, but none of you made a move to leave just yet. And then, amidst it all, Chai Latte Cookie’s eyes flicked toward your plate. Her gaze lingered not in judgment, not in anything remotely unkind, but with a quiet knowing. A familiarity woven from years of shared meals, of whispered conversations over cups of tea, of simply knowing you. “…That’s not what you usually get.” It wasn’t an accusation, nor did she phrase it as a question. It was just an observation, one spoken with the kind of care only she could manage. You blinked, glancing at your plate as if you’d only just noticed yourself. You had unconsciously chosen something lighter, something more balanced, something that, if you thought about it, was reminiscent of the very meals Shadow Milk Cookie favored.

“I-” You hesitated, grasping for an explanation and coming up empty. She didn’t press. She just smiled, eyes twinkling, before taking a sip of her tea. “Interesting,” she mused. “That’s all.” Shadow Milk Cookie, silent up until now, observed the exchange with careful intrigue. You weren’t sure why, but something about Chai Latte Cookie’s tone made you shift in your seat, a warmth creeping into your cheeks. Earl Grey Cookie, unaware or simply uninterested in whatever silent conversation had just passed between you and Chai, leaned back with a stretch. “Alright, before we get too deep into existential crises over dinner choices Hazelnut, didn’t you say you had something planned for revenge earlier?” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie grinned wickedly. “Oh, right. (Y/N) Cookie, your days of tea sabotage are numbered.” You barely had a moment to react before he switched your half-finished drink with a concoction of his own making. It was… an abomination. Greenish in a way tea should never be. You narrowed your eyes. “You wouldn’t.” “Oh, I would.” Chai Latte Cookie burst into laughter as you glared at the offending cup, while Earl Grey Cookie crossed his arms, nodding approvingly. “Justice.” As the teasing and laughter carried on, Shadow Milk Cookie sat quietly, watching the way you so easily belonged here how you fit so seamlessly among them, how your laughter carried through the space like warmth on a cold day.

And for just a moment, the remnants of that unfamiliar feeling stirred in his chest once more. Not quite envy. Not quite longing. Something in between. As the evening waned and the last of the plates had been pushed aside, Shadow Milk Cookie was the first to rise, smoothing down the edges of his robe with practiced elegance. “I have matters to attend to,” he announced, his voice measured, but there was something unreadable in his gaze when it flickered toward you. “Thank you for the invitation, (Y/N). It was… enlightening.” There it was again. That subtle weight behind his words, something deliberate. You barely had a moment to process it before he turned on his heel and left, his steps quiet but certain as they disappeared down the corridor.

“Ohhh, what the hell was that?” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie’s voice cut through the quiet, loud enough to make a few remaining students glance over before he huffed and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Am I losing it, or did something weird just happen?” Earl Grey Cookie, still leaning lazily against the back of his chair, smirked. “No, I felt it too.” Chai Latte Cookie let out a dramatic sigh, already standing and tugging at your arm. “Come on, we have to walk you back.” You blinked, frowning. “I don’t need-” “Yeah, you do,” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie cut in, waving a hand. “Because clearly, you need someone to spell things out for you.” With little room to argue, you let them guide you out of the dining hall, the cool evening air nipping at your skin. The four of you moved with familiarity, a rhythm formed through years of friendship. Yet tonight, something felt off the way they kept glancing at you, the way their expressions flickered between amusement and exasperation. Finally, Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Alright, I’ll say it since nobody else is.” Earl Grey Cookie snorted. “Since nobody else is? We’ve been dying to say it.” Chai Latte Cookie laughed. “We were just trying to be nice about it.” You groaned. “Say what?” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie didn’t hesitate. “Shadow Milk Cookie? Jealous.” You nearly tripped over your own feet. “What?” Earl Grey Cookie shook his head. “Oh, come on. You can’t tell me you didn’t notice. He was watching you like you were about to disappear.” Chai Latte Cookie hummed. “And the way he kept jumping in whenever you and Earl Grey started going at it? That wasn’t just curiosity, sweetheart.”

You scoffed. “That’s ridiculous.” “No, what’s ridiculous is the fact that you changed your whole dinner order to match his without even realizing it,” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie shot back, eyes sharp. Your mouth opened and then closed. Earl Grey Cookie grinned, clearly enjoying this far too much. “And that little moment between us?” He gestured between you and himself. “You know, when I was showing you that thing from class? That’s when he really started to look like he wanted to throw me into the nearest bookshelf.” You gaped. “He did not.” “Oh, he did,” Chai Latte Cookie mused, tilting her head. “You really don’t see it, do you?” You sighed, exasperated. “There’s nothing to see.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Then tell me why he suddenly had to offer his extensive knowledge to help you the moment Earl Grey started getting your attention?” You hesitated. “…That doesn’t mean” “It means exactly what you think it means,” Earl Grey Cookie cut in, his voice oddly amused but knowing. He glanced at you. “Look, I’m not saying you have to do anything about it, but just be aware. The guy’s not exactly subtle, even if he thinks he is.” You huffed, shaking your head. “You’re all reading too much into this.” Chai Latte Cookie just smirked, linking her arm through yours. “Oh, sweetheart, we live to read too much into things.” As you approached your dorm, the conversation still buzzed between them, all three of them dissecting the night’s events like it was a mystery novel they were determined to solve.

Earl Grey Cookie stretched lazily. “Tough luck for him, though. We’ve got years on him.” Chai Latte Cookie rolled her eyes. “It’s not a competition, you know.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie snorted. “Tell that to him.” You groaned. “You’re all impossible.” Chai Latte Cookie squeezed your arm one last time before letting go. “We’re just looking out for you, love.” You sighed, pushing open the door to your dorm, the warmth of the room pressing against your skin. As you glanced back at them, their faces were still full of amusement, affection, and something else. Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smirked. “Just… keep your eyes open, alright?” With that, they left you to your thoughts, the door clicking shut behind you. And for the first time all night, you were alone with them. You stood there for a moment, letting the quiet of your dorm settle around you. Their words lingered, pressing at the edges of your thoughts, but you shook your head, exhaling. They were exaggerating. Had to be. Sure, Shadow Milk Cookie was… particular, but jealousy? Over you? The idea was almost laughable. Your friends only knew him through you, which meant you had the better judgment in all this. Right? You sighed, pushing the thoughts aside. There was no use dwelling on it.

The next morning, you woke early, stretching lazily as golden morning light seeped through your curtains. Sunday. No lectures, no responsibilities just a day to unwind. You got ready at your own pace, relishing the rare, slow start to the day, before heading to the dining hall. Breakfast smelled incredible today. Warm syrup, fresh fruit, and oh, they had the ice cream bar open early. Well. It would be a shame not to indulge. You loaded your plate with golden, honey-drizzled waffles, the syrup pooling in each perfect square. Then, with zero hesitation, you made a beeline for the ice cream, adding a generous scoop to your plate. The cold creaminess melted slightly against the warmth of the waffles, mixing into the honey in a way that promised pure satisfaction. By the time you sat down with your friends, they were already deep in conversation. “Finally,” Earl Grey Cookie greeted, sipping his tea. “I was beginning to think you’d been kidnapped by the library.” “Good morning to you too,” you said dryly, setting your plate down. Chai Latte Cookie peered at your breakfast, eyes twinkling. “Living decadently, I see.” “Nothing like an indulgent morning,” you quipped, slicing into your waffle. The first bite was heavenly, warm syrup mixing with cool ice cream in a way that had you humming in satisfaction.

But before you could savor it for too long  “Well,” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie drawled, leaning back in his chair, “at least you get to eat without the Sage of Truth breathing down your neck this morning.” Earl Grey Cookie huffed a quiet laugh, setting his cup down with a soft clink. “Figuratively, of course.” You rolled your eyes, swallowing your bite. “Oh, come on” “No, no, let us enjoy this moment,” Chai Latte Cookie teased, propping her chin on her hand. “A quiet morning without a certain scholar lurking about. Truly, what a rare sight.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smirked. “Maybe he’s off brooding somewhere, nursing his wounded pride.” You groaned. “You all need to let this go.” Earl Grey Cookie only raised an eyebrow. “Do we?” “Yes.” You pointed your fork at him. “Because nothing happened.” “Oh, something happened.” Chai Latte Cookie’s grin was all too knowing. “You just refuse to see it.” You exhaled, exasperated, and took another bite of your waffle, deciding to ignore them. They, of course, refused to be ignored. You set your fork down with a sigh, eyeing the three of them as they practically vibrated with unspoken thoughts. Clearly, last night’s rushed walk to your dorm hadn’t given them enough time to say everything they wanted to say. And judging by the way Chai Latte Cookie was practically bouncing in her seat, this was a debrief waiting to happen. “Alright,” you relented, crossing your arms. “Go ahead. Clearly, you’ve been holding back.” Chai Latte Cookie let out a delighted squeak, clapping her hands together. “Oh, finally! I knew you’d come to your senses!”

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie was already reaching into his coat pocket, pulling out the small, well-worn notebook he always carried. He flipped it open with a practiced ease, clicking his pen before glancing at Earl Grey Cookie, who, without being asked, leaned in to skim his notes. “Oh, for the love of” You groaned, rubbing your temples. “You’re taking notes?” “This is crucial information,” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie said seriously, jotting something down. “We need all the details.” “You guys are acting like this is the next biggest scoop of the century.” Earl Grey Cookie adjusted his glasses, utterly unfazed. “Because it is.” You opened your mouth, ready to refute that, but Chai Latte Cookie had already turned to you, eyes shining with glee. “Okay, first of all how have you not noticed how he looks at you?” she asked, voice dripping with amusement. “Because, sweetheart, if looks could hold someone in place, you’d be permanently stuck in time.” You blinked. “What are you even talking about?” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie gestured vaguely in the air. “The way he watches you. The way he listens.” He tapped his pen against his notebook. “The way his entire being tenses whenever Earl Grey so much as breathes in your direction.”

Earl Grey Cookie let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s true. He looked positively put out last night.” You scoffed. “He did not.” “Oh, he did,” Chai Latte Cookie singsonged. “It was subtle, but come on, this is us. We know each other too well to miss something like that.” You threw your hands up. “You don’t even know him that well!” “Ah,” Earl Grey Cookie said, raising a finger. “But we know you.” “That’s not the same” “It kind of is,” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie interrupted, scribbling in his notebook. “Because if we notice things about you that change when you’re with him, it tells us a lot about him.” You frowned, shifting in your seat. “You’re all reading into this way too much.” Chai Latte Cookie gasped, placing a hand over her chest in mock offense. “How dare you?” Earl Grey Cookie smirked. “We wouldn’t be your friends if we didn’t overanalyze your life choices.”

You groaned, slumping forward onto the table. “This is absurd.” “Absurd,” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie echoed, flipping to a fresh page. “But not unfounded.” Chai Latte Cookie nodded enthusiastically. “Mhm. Case in point the tea situation last night.” You peeked up from your arms. “…The what?” “Oh, please.” Chai Latte Cookie grinned, leaning in. “You burned your throat to mess with Earl Grey. And Shadow Milk Cookie just watched stiff as a board, probably fighting the urge to pry the cup out of your hands.” “That’s just” You waved vaguely. “He’s particular about tea.” “No, no, no.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie pointed his pen at you. “That wasn’t just ‘he’s particular about tea.’ That was he doesn’t know how to handle how easily you play around with Earl Grey Cookie, and it bothers him on a fundamental level.” You sat up, crossing your arms. “Oh, come on. That’s a stretch.” “Is it?” Earl Grey Cookie mused. “Because I did catch the way his expression shifted when I mentioned we’ve known each other since before the Academy.” Chai Latte Cookie hummed. “Oh, he definitely didn’t like that.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie wrote something down before holding up the notebook for Earl Grey Cookie to check. Earl Grey Cookie adjusted his glasses, scanning the notes. “Mm. Add something about how he immediately offered to help with your research interest.” “Oh, good one,” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie murmured, jotting it down. “Guys,” you groaned. “You’re killing me.” Chai Latte Cookie nudged you with her elbow. “You love us.” You sighed, dragging a hand down your face. “I tolerate you.” “Same thing.” Earl Grey Cookie closed the notebook with a satisfied hum. “Regardless, our assessment stands.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie nodded. “This is big.” “Huge,” Chai Latte Cookie agreed. You shook your head. “You’re all ridiculous.” “Maybe,” Chai Latte Cookie said, propping her chin on her hand. “But you have to admit it is kind of interesting.”

You frowned, staring down at the last bite of your waffle. The ice cream had melted into a sweet pool around it, blending with the honey in a way that was strangely mesmerizing. “…Even If and I mean if you guys are right,” you muttered, “it doesn’t mean anything.” “Maybe not,” Earl Grey Cookie conceded. “But it’s certainly something.” You sighed, grabbing your fork and spearing the last bite of your waffle. Ridiculous. All of them. But even as you shoved the bite into your mouth, their words clung to you like syrup on your fingers, sticky and impossible to ignore. Once the final note was jotted down and Earl Grey Cookie gave an approving nod, Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie clicked his pen and shut his notebook with a snap. “Alright,” he said, setting it down on the table. “Now that we’ve got all the facts down, it’s time for the fun part.” You sighed. “Oh, great. Because this wasn’t already a circus act.” Chai Latte Cookie ignored you, clapping her hands together eagerly. “Okay! Now, theory time! What do we think is going on?” Earl Grey Cookie folded his hands together, utterly composed as always. “Hazelnut, since you’ve been the lead investigator here, why don’t you start?” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smirked, tapping his fingers against the notebook cover. “Oh, gladly. My theory?” He pointed at you. “Shadow Milk Cookie doesn’t know what to do with you.” You blinked. “Excuse me?” He leaned forward. “Think about it. He’s this big scholar, right? Super refined, theatrical, incredibly well-versed in everything except you. You throw him off. You frustrate him. He’s used to people treating him a certain way, and then you come along, all flustered and hesitant, and it messes with him.” Chai Latte Cookie hummed. “Ooooh, I like that. It’s true he’s used to people being all reverent and careful around him, but with you? You’re a nervous wreck, sure, but you’re still you. You challenge him without even realizing it.” You frowned. “I don’t challenge him” “Sure you do,” Earl Grey Cookie cut in. “And more importantly, you interest him.”

You crossed your arms. “That’s a stretch.” “Oh, is it?” Chai Latte Cookie leaned in, eyes gleaming. “Because if you ask me and, you know, I love my romance stories I think it’s something more.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie raised an eyebrow. “Go on.” Chai Latte Cookie propped her chin on her hands. “He’s fascinated by you. And not just in some casual, ‘oh, what a curious scholar’ kind of way. No, no, no. He sees something in you, and he’s drawn to it. Maybe he doesn’t even know what yet, but it’s there.” You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “Come on, guys. He’s not” “You don’t see the way he looks at you,” Earl Grey Cookie interrupted smoothly. “And it’s unfortunate, really, because it’s quite telling.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie nodded. “There’s intent behind it. He watches you like he’s trying to figure something out.” Chai Latte Cookie smirked. “Or like he’s trying to figure you out.” You stared at them, feeling incredibly outnumbered. “You’re all ridiculous.” “And yet,” Earl Grey Cookie mused, sipping his tea, “we’re rarely wrong.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie pointed at you again. “So, what do you have to say for yourself, huh? Gonna keep pretending this is all just normal scholarly interest?” “Yes,” you deadpanned. “Because that’s exactly what it is.” Chai Latte Cookie clicked her tongue. “Sweetheart, denial is only cute for so long.” You groaned. “This is absurd.”

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie shrugged. “Hey, we’re just laying out the facts. And the facts strongly support our case.” Earl Grey Cookie tilted his head, considering. “Perhaps he doesn’t even fully realize it himself.” “Exactly!” Chai Latte Cookie snapped her fingers. “You think someone like him has time for this kind of thing? He’s too wrapped up in his own world of truth-seeking to stop and realize what’s happening right in front of him.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie sighed dramatically. “Tragic, really.” You buried your face in your hands. “I hate all of you.” Earl Grey Cookie chuckled. “You love us.” Chai Latte Cookie nudged you. “So, what are you going to do about it?” “Nothing!” you cried, exasperated. “Because there is nothing to do!” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smirked. “Yet.” You groaned, pushing away from the table. “I am leaving.” Earl Grey Cookie stood as well, adjusting his coat. “Then we’ll walk with you.” “Oh, fantastic.” You rolled your eyes. “Because I love spending more time being harassed.” Chai Latte Cookie looped an arm around yours, grinning. “Come on, we just care about you.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie and Earl Grey Cookie flanked you as you all headed out, their voices continuing to dissect every interaction, every detail. And no matter how much you protested, you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that maybe just maybe they weren’t entirely wrong. You exhaled sharply, crossing your arms as you walked with them. "Okay, fine. Earl Grey, you’re always the one with the most measured takes. You have to have a theory that’s actually based in reality. What do you think?"

Earl Grey Cookie smirked as if he’d been waiting for you to ask. He adjusted his coat, hands neatly clasped behind his back. “I thought you’d never ask.” Chai Latte Cookie rolled her eyes with a knowing grin. “Oh, here we go.” Earl Grey Cookie took a moment, as if carefully composing his words. “From what I have observed, Shadow Milk Cookie is not a man accustomed to emotional vulnerability. He is esteemed, revered, and above all detached. But when it comes to you, there is a shift.” He glanced at you meaningfully. “A noticeable one.” You blinked. “That doesn’t mean anything” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie cut in, smirking. “Ah-ah, let him finish. He’s just getting to the good part.” Earl Grey Cookie continued smoothly. “I don’t think he realizes it yet, but I would argue that you challenge him on a level he has not encountered before.” You frowned. “That doesn’t even make sense” “Oh, it does,” Chai Latte Cookie hummed. “Keep going.” Earl Grey Cookie gave you a knowing look. “He is used to admiration, to reverence. But you? You are hesitant, overwhelmed, and yet you still push forward. You question him. You argue, even if you don’t realize you’re doing it. And that intrigues him.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to say. Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie snorted. “Oh, yeah. That’s definitely got the scholar all messed up.” Earl Grey Cookie allowed himself a small smirk. “Precisely. But beyond intrigue, there is something else brewing. He reacts to you in a way he does not react to others.” “Which means?” Chai Latte Cookie prompted, leaning in. Earl Grey Cookie met your gaze. “Which means he is invested. More than he should be.” Silence stretched between you all. You rubbed your temples. “You’re all reading way too much into this.” “Are we?” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie grinned. “Yes!” you insisted. “He’s a scholar. He’s curious. That’s it.” Earl Grey Cookie simply hummed. “Perhaps.” But there was a glint in his eye that told you he didn’t believe that for a second. Chai Latte Cookie sighed dramatically. “Honestly, you might be the worst part of this whole situation.” You gaped at her. “Excuse me?” She laughed, nudging you playfully. “You’re so blind to your own effect on him! You’re making him confused, and you’re definitely confusing yourself.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie clapped you on the back. “It’s actually kind of hilarious to watch.” You groaned. “I hate you all.” “Yet you’re still walking with us,” Earl Grey Cookie mused. You grumbled under your breath. “Only because you’d probably just follow me anyway.” Chai Latte Cookie giggled. “Oh, definitely.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie flipped open his notebook, clicking his pen. “Well, this was productive. I think we have more than enough material for today.” “Oh, fantastic,” you muttered. Earl Grey Cookie closed his eyes in amusement. “This is far from over.” You huffed, shaking your head as you finally reached your dorm. “I’m going inside. I refuse to entertain any more of this nonsense.” Chai Latte Cookie beamed. “Goodnight, sweetheart~.” “Don’t dream about the scholar too much,” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie teased. You slammed the door behind you, heart hammering. Because no, they were wrong. They had to be…Right? You sighed, staring at the closed door of your dorm. Maybe slamming it in their faces wasn’t the best way to shut down the conversation, even if they were being absolutely insufferable about it. Theories, notes, revisions they were treating last night like it was the biggest scoop of the century, and you were their unwilling case study. And yet, as you stood there, arms crossed, trying to shake the lingering thoughts of their absurd analysis, something gnawed at you. Maybe you had been a little too dismissive. With another sigh, you turned on your heel and swung the door back open. Your friends were still there. Naturally.

Chai Latte Cookie blinked at you, then broke into a knowing smile. “Oh? Back so soon?” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smirked, lazily flipping through his ever-present notebook. “Took you longer than I expected.” Earl Grey Cookie simply raised a brow, arms crossed. The look he gave you was expectant, as if he knew you had something else to say. You huffed. “Alright, look. I didn’t mean to slam the door.” “Of course,” Chai Latte Cookie said sweetly, though you could see the amusement dancing in her eyes. Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie snorted. “Uh-huh.” You exhaled sharply and crossed your arms. “Anyway. You all went to the Ghost City last week, right?” That got their attention. “Oh?” Chai Latte Cookie leaned in, intrigued. “Yeah,” you muttered. “The ice cream shop.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie’s grin widened. “Now you’re speaking my language.” Earl Grey Cookie tilted his head. “You wish to go now?” You shrugged. “Why not? I didn’t get to sneak out with you last time, so I figure why not make up for it now?” Chai Latte Cookie’s face lit up. “A morning trip to the Ghost City? How scandalous.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie clapped a hand on your shoulder. “That’s the kind of thinking I like to see.” Earl Grey Cookie adjusted his cuffs, looking over the three of you with a mix of fondness and exasperation. “And I assume we’re not taking the normal way?” Chai Latte Cookie waved a hand. “Oh, please. That would be boring.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto your face. “Alright, then,” you said. “Let’s go.” And with that, the four of you set off, the morning sun casting golden light over the Academy as you slipped away toward the Ghost City.

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boundaries & nicknames | oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x girlfriend! reader

warnings: semi nsfw (sexual concepts discussed but no sex), talks of boundaries and likes/dislikes in the bedroom. this one is for my softer girlies who aren’t into degradation <3 (because literally same! I just want to be told how much you adore me thanks)

he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong at first, when she shouts his name and tries to push him away. but it has her rattled, makes her close in on herself.

“sweet girl?” he keeps his voice steady, his touch light. “talk to me, darling.”

she cursed under her breath. “it’s stupid.”

“it’s not stupid if it’s how you feel, love. your feelings are important. please tell me what’s wrong.”

she sighs, sitting back against the headboard. her stomach is turning, and she finds that she’s more nervous over how he’s going to react to what she tells him than she was upset over what he had said.

even though she knew he hadn’t meant it as more than a lust filled remark that many women found sexy in the bedroom, it had still cut her deep, and hurt her feelings.

“you called me a slut, and even though I know you didn’t mean it…I don’t know, maybe I’m just sensitive? so many women like it but it just makes me feel kind of used.”

oscars face fell. “oh, baby love.” he cooed, reaching for her hand. “I’m so sorry if I made you feel unsafe. there’s nothing wrong with not being into degradation. thank you for telling me.”

when she looked over at him, she saw nothing but pure adoration in oscar’s eyes.

“let’s brainstorm some nicknames you might like, alright angel? ooh, I’ve got one. how do we feel about ‘sexy little devil’?”

she laughed, a giddy feeling in her chest. “that’s a fun one. feels kind of powerful, actually.”

oscar grinned slyly, thumb still caressing her knuckles. “powerful? that’s just what I was going for. I want you to feel sexy and powerful, but more than that, I want you to feel treasured and cherished.”

they went on for almost half an hour, trading nicknames and keeping the conversation lighthearted. the air filled with giggles and soft kisses, and yn had to admit that nobody had ever done this for her before, taken the time to understand that she wasn’t into rough sex.

“how about ‘minx’. ooh, or maybe ‘temptress’? that one’s powerful as fuck.”

“ooh, I like that.” she beamed, leaning in to kiss him.

“good to know.” Oscar smiled back lazily, bringing her knuckles up to his chapped lips, pressing a delicate kiss against her skin

“and I reaally liked that.” she purred, feeling the tingling in her skin right down to her toes.

she was a romantic, what else could she say.

“come here, Prince Charming.”

“now you’ve got me going!”

[snail-day]

Rahhh I feel like a broken record saying this, but I just, ugh. Satoru is just such a yearner. Masks himself with smiles, pretending there’s nothing behind those pretty eyes. But really, he craves love. Craves it so deeply that the very act of being loved repulses him. It’s too much. He simply doesn't know what to do with it.

I just think Satoru in love is a mess, not in the way people expect. He’s not stammering over his words, not showing up at your door with hundreds of roses. He doesn’t have time for grand gestures like that.

He’s the type to stare at his phone longer than he should, the screen time stacking up in seconds. Just scrolling through your Instagram, pausing on that photo you always say you’re going to delete. He really wishes you wouldn’t because while you see imperfection, he sees someone who might as well have hung up the stars.

He’s the type to hover over his keyboard, those slender fingers typing and deleting the same message five times, wondering what would be too much. Would a heart emoji scare you off? Do you actually care about what he ate today?

Kicking his feet under the blankets, a few roll-arounds, when you text him “Goodnight” or “Good morning.” He bites down on a smile when you call first, just to tell him about a report or how your students are doing.

The Satoru with a crush: waking up earlier than necessary, neglecting the sleep his body begs for just to see if you’re online. If that typing bubble will pop up. If maybe - just maybe - you’re retyping too. If you crave him, even a fraction of the way he yearns for you.

He’s brushing his teeth at 7 a.m., frustrated, because you still haven’t texted. It’s only been two hours but it feels like forever. A foamy grin takes over his face when he sees the typing bubble. He checks, read receipts off. Just in case. He can't be caught looking desperate. Can't break down that wall just yet. Using his ego as a barrier to the real him.

Then the chime. Your message. Choking on toothpaste. Satoru has to pace his apartment like an idiot to calm down. A little circle around the coffee table, just to burn off the nerves. The soft patter of his giddy footsteps. Then he finally types back, “Good morning :)", though what he wants to say is “Did you sleep well?” or “Did you dream of me?”

And then, his smile falters. Do you think of him as Satoru, or as Gojo Satoru? Because there’s a difference. To mask the loneliness, swallowing the negative thoughts, he imagines you still curled up in bed, cheek smooshed into your pillow. Wonders how warm you’d be. If he were there, would you two stay wrapped up for an extra hour? Would you press a sleepy kiss to his cheek? Would you peck his face as many times as he would to yours?

When the silly little crush turns into something more - when it becomes a relationship.

Your mug sits next to his in the cabinet now. You brush your teeth together in the mornings. A playful nudge here and there. Giggling when he tries (and fails) to perfect an omelet. He makes character bentos for you on his day off, baby-blues crinkling with every smile.

And still - Satoru tries to play it cool. He wants to love you like a dog loves its favorite person, unconditionally, shamelessly, wholly. He wants to claim you as his and forget the rest of the world.

But he’s scared.

Scared that if he reaches too far, you won’t be there in the morning. That he’ll lose the luxury of placing his toothbrush next to yours. That there won’t be any more grocery trips where you both pause in the sweets aisle for far too long.

Scared you’ll pull away the second he starts reaching for miles instead of inches.

So he smiles. He jokes. Keeps the Gojo Satoru mask on. Because love is terrifying. It’s carving out your heart and handing it to someone, hoping they don’t drop it.

The first argument starts over something stupid. Most do. But it spirals. You don’t understand why he’s distant. Why he won’t let you all the way in. And he doesn’t know how to tell you that he’s terrified.

Because loving you means showing you the sharpest parts of himself. The ones buried behind smug grins and careless jokes. And he’s not sure you’ll still love him once you see them.

So he says something awful.

“Let’s break up.”

The words leave him in shards, clawing their way out of his throat. Words he doesn’t mean. A defense mechanism that works too well.

You freeze. He sees it in your eyes, shock, then hurt, then that dreadful look like you’re already pulling away.

And maybe… maybe that’s what he wants.

Because if he ends it now, if he’s the one who walks away, then he doesn’t have to know what it feels like to lose you for real. Doesn’t have to picture your body in a morgue because he couldn’t save you. Doesn’t have to imagine the world moving on without you in it.

It’s easier this way. That’s what he keeps telling himself.

Even as he stares at that imperfect photo of you still sitting on your Instagram while all the imperfect ones of you together are long gone. Scrubbed clean, no more cheeky smiles. No more subtle photos of you both on dates. As if pretending you never happened will make it hurt less. But it doesn’t. He’s left behind with nothing but the silence. And the tears that fall quietly onto the screen, threatening to like that photo from ages ago.

You forgot your toothbrush. But you left your house key.

His bed is still cold.

And god, he wishes you’d just send one more text.

[another-random-dom-4]

One of the things that happens over and over in the media, that will never stop making me angry, is that every time there's high inflation, somebody tries to explain how much the price of food has gone up using a common food item, like a tin of Heinz baked beans, and the right-wing asshole on the panel smugly responds by saying that poor people should buy supermarket own-brand baked beans. And it's even more infuriating because the right-wing asshole always seems like he genuinely doesn't understand that he's missed the point. He's actually not deliberately obfuscating. He genuinely thinks that poor people haven't heard about cheap food.

Every time I get groceries I’m always appalled at how little you can get for like, $20. I was making banana pudding so I needed vanilla wafers but the brand name nilla wafers cost $4 a box. The minimum wage in my state is $7.25/hr. My friend put it really well when he said “imagine you work for an hour and someone hands you two boxes of nilla wafers and said ‘actually this is a bit more than what I owe you’”

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⋆.˚✿˖° Aries, 1°, 13°, 25° ⋆˚✿˖°.

People could see your marriage as a rushed one, they could also think that you got married to the one, in a sense they can have a feeling you dated one person and married them. They could also feel like you and your Spouse make one, you are the same person and it makes sense you married each other. But they could see this relationship as intense, passionate, full of fire, but also they could think it's full of love but also arguments. You could have a very strong link, but they could also think despite all the struggles you could have with your partner, you do not give up on each other.

⋆˚✿˖° Taurus, 2°, 14°, 26° ⋆˚✿˖°

Your Marriage could be seen by others as a very stable one, people could think you married someone who is a stable partner, someone you'll be able to build a life with. They can also think that you either married for money, or you will gain more money or status thanks to your partner. People will think your marriage can be materialistic, the kind of couple that always have to have new things to show off. They can think that you care a lot about money and possessions. They could also think you are the kind of couple who love eating or cooking, so some people may be worried of you two gaining weight together. But overall, people cannot really say anything, except your couple and marriage seem cozy, and you guys seem comfortable with each other.

⋆˚✿˖° Gemini, 3°, 15°, 27° ⋆˚✿˖°

People could see your Marriage as a relationship where two best friend marry each other. They could think also that you get along so much, you laugh together, you talk about many things, and they can think you guys have a lot in common, the kind of couples who share the same hobbies. People can gossip a lot about your relationship, they can also have a feeling you are a couple who argue often but always stay together no matter what. People could so gossip a lot about what is going on in your relationship, and they can also try to understand whenever you have a conflict going on.

⋆˚✿˖° Cancer, 4°, 16°, 28° ⋆˚✿˖°

Your Marriage can be seen by others as very comfortable, people can think you married someone very nice, sweet, and they could think you also married a "home" person. You could have a marriage that people think seems comfortable, and they could feel like it is obvious you'll have children together. They can see you as a gentle couple, a couple who loves to stay at home, or a couple who always got someone to visit them in their home because they make everyone feel comfortable. People could see your marriage as something innocent, they could actually see your marriage in a very good light, thinking you got lucky when you married your Spouse. They can also often think your relationship means no harm, and people could often see it as "perfect", not seeing any flaw (not meaning it is perfect, but people can portray it this way).

⋆˚✿˖° Leo, 5°, 17°, 29° ⋆˚✿˖°

Your Marriage can be seen by others as perfect, people can often see your Marriage as a very envious one, the kind of marriage people think is the perfect one. Of course, this is how people see it, nothing is perfect. But there could be a lot of envy and jealousy towards it. People could think you got so lucky when marrying your partner, and some others will think you got more status or more money, more luck or more abundance after marriage. People can see your marriage as two people getting rich together, or two people gaining more abundance or more fame/ popularity after marriage. There can also be a lot of jealousy, and your marriage can be considered popular, people can really talk about it a lot, perhaps gossips too. It has a lot of attention, and you may not enjoy it or understand why. Moreover, this can also be a marriage that has a strong reputation, and people can often focus on it too much.

⋆˚✿˖° Virgo, 6°, 18° ⋆˚✿˖°

People could think your Marriage is something that will work out on the long term, a serious marriage, faithful, they think you got marry for good. They could see your marriage as a very normal one, some may think it is boring, or with a big routine, but others will think it looks comfortable and stable. People could often see your marriage as a relationship that holds on despite anything, two people working hard to maintain the link between each other. Some people could think you got healthier after marriage, or that you also look healthier, some others will think it shows you work harder after getting married. You could also be seen as someone who is more serious in their life after marrying your Spouse.

⋆˚✿˖° Libra, 7°, 19° ⋆˚✿˖°

People could think your Marriage is a very beautiful one. They could first think that you have a very dreamy marriage, perhaps a perfect one, thinking you and your Spouse found each other as Soulmates. They can have a very pink colored glasses point of view about your marriage. Moreover people can think you got more pretty, handsome, gorgeous after marrying your Spouse, such as getting a glow up perhaps as well. Your Marriage is seen as fair, where two people work hard to get things right, and resolving conflicts in a fair way. But people can also think your marriage is fake, superficial, a relationship where two people only like each other for their physical or just based on romance and nothing else. People can also see your marriage as a serious commitment, a relationship where both people are serious about each other. They think you seem very nice and fair to each other, and people could also think you are very romantic couple.

⋆˚✿˖° Scorpio, 8°, 20° ⋆˚✿˖°

Your Marriage could be seen by others as pretty private, people could not know what is going on truly behind close door, but they could actually want to know. They could feel curious to know, and in some extreme cases they could even be obsessed about your relationship. Your marriage could be seen as toxic for some. This could often mean people could be scared your relationship is not healthy for you, or that when you are together it seems rocky. But people could just not be truly happy for you when they say that. In fact, some people could think this way because this could be a very intense and passionate relationship. The kind of relationship that is so intense that only you two understand what it is like. People could think this is the kind of marriage that looks like you'll be intimate all the time, looking at each other as if you'll do it right now ...

⋆˚.✿˖° Sagittarius, 9°, 21° ⋆˚✿˖°

Your Marriage can be seen as a relationship where two people share ideas and share opinions in a free way. They can think you are a smart couple, a couple who respect each other's opinions and ideas, loving to talk to each other and discuss many things. People can also think you looks very different fro each other, perhaps you are a foreigner couple, or there is something that makes you stand out from each other. They could think you are the kind of couple that looks very open in general, very spontaneous, but they could also think there is something unstable about you two. You could be the kind of couple who do things differently, not perhaps wanting traditional things in your relationship. People also think you are the kind of couple who loves to learn, who loves to surprise others, and who loves to travel together.

⋆˚✿˖° Capricorn, 10°, 22° ⋆˚✿˖°

People could think your Marriage is something very serious, they could also think that your Marriage is very loyal, almost as if since day one of you two dating it was obvious you would marry. Any people who had this placement met at work. So people could see you as coworkers, or people who work together. People could so see you two as also people who work well together, who work hard for your marriage. They could think you are willing to grow together, but also they could think you are handling things together very well. Moreover, they could think you are a couple that it's easy to admire, people could think you are a role model when it comes to your marriage.

⋆˚✿˖° Aquarius 11°, 23° ⋆˚✿˖°

People could think your Marriage is based on friendship. People could see your marriage as two friends being married, you could have started as friends, but in anyway this is a relationship where the closeness from your connection has stayed. People see you as very close, they could even think you are a little strange or unique together but you understand each other the most. People could also see your relationship as unique, this could be you two not "fitting" each other at first glance, or just you look very different, or come from different backgrounds. People could also think you are a very fun couple, a couple that is so nice and friendly when you are with them. A couple that do not put you apart when you hang out with them.

⋆˚✿˖° Pisces, 12°, 24° ⋆˚✿˖°

People could think your Marriage is something very private, def does not know much about it, but that could be because you intend to make it private. People think you do not like to talk about your marriage with others, but also they could think you do not even show off about your marriage. They could also not know much about your marriage, love story, etc. You def do not talk about it. Otherwise, there could be a feeling for people that your marriage is quite sweet, romantic, they could have an idea and view of your marriage that is very romantic, almost meant to be, soulmate vibe here. They could also only see what you want to show them. This means the sweet and kind couple.

⭑.ᐟ By Rulers in Houses

-` Rulers ´- ✿ Sun: Leo ✿ Moon: Cancer ✿ Mercury: Gemini & Virgo ✿ Venus: Taurus & Libra ✿ Mars: Aries ✿ Jupiter: Sagittarius ✿ Saturn: Capricorn ✿ Uranus: Aquarius ✿ Neptune: Pisces ✿ Pluto: Scorpio

⭑.ᐟ Example: If you have MC Sagittarius, check in which house your Jupiter is in your Hehe Persona Chart.

⋆˚✿˖° Ruler in the 1H ⋆˚✿˖°

People could see your Marriage as very physical, perhaps they could also think you guys are very physical together, passionate, intense, etc. But they could also see you as a very noticeable couple. They could also think you are a very expressive couple, but some could think there could be some toxic issues in your marriage. They could also think you got together just because of each other's look. Like a superficial marriage.

⋆˚✿˖° Ruler in the 2H ⋆˚✿˖°

People could see your Marriage as a long lasting and secure one. They could think it is quite a simple relationship but also one when you could be loyal and serious. Some could envy or be jealous of it, but also they could see you as materialistic, or a couple that is together because there is a profit.

⋆˚✿˖° Ruler in the 3H ⋆˚✿˖°

People could see your Marriage as a very unique and different couple, they could think that you are a very smart and funny couple, a couple that is very interesting to hang out with. But they could think you are a very extroverted couple.

⋆˚✿˖° Ruler in the 4H ⋆˚✿˖°

People could see your Marriage is private, you guys don't show much about your love. But they have a feeling that you guys have a very sweet connection. They are not worried about the privacy here, they could think you are very sweet together. You also could look like a family type of couple, also a couple that makes people feel like it's romantic and sweet behind doors.

⋆˚✿˖° Ruler in the 5H ⋆˚✿˖°

People could see your Marriage as very fun, also you could show more about your marriage to others. Meaning people could see you as a couple who aren't so private, often could show off even about your marriage. But they could also think you are a very eccentric couple too.

⋆˚✿˖° Ruler in the 6H ⋆˚✿˖°

People could see your Marriage as one that will work well with time, a long term commitment. They gonna think you are a busy couple, but also one who has a routine, manyyy things to do. Thought they think you are building a life together.

⋆˚✿˖° Ruler in the 7H ⋆˚✿˖°

People can see your Marriage is based on romance, love, and perhaps also passion, they gonna think it is good, but they can also wonder if it's gonna last or not. They can think it is obvious you love each other, but is love enough for a Marriage to last?

⋆˚✿˖° Ruler in the 8H ⋆˚✿˖°

People will think your Marriage is quite private, they could really not know what is going on. They could also be quite obsessed about it. They could really want to know what is going on behind the closed doors. But they could also think often your relationship is toxic, or they could somehow think you are not meant to be together, jealousy could occur as well (please do not take it as a true statement as to your relationship, it just means people can just envy or be jealous of your relationship, or just mean people will want to destroy it).

⋆˚✿˖° Ruler in the 9H ⋆˚✿˖°

People could think your Marriage is very different from others, they could also think it is quite a "new" marriage. There could be something that makes people think you stand out from your relationship. But they could also think you are a wise couple, a couple that will probably last.

⋆˚✿˖° Ruler in the 10H ⋆˚✿˖°

People could think your Marriage is very serious, very loyal and you could also make people have the impression this is forever between you too. You could make people jealous or envy your relationship, but you could also have a strong reputation. People could often admire your relationship or your marriage, thinking it is the ideal one.

⋆˚✿˖° Ruler in the 11H ⋆˚✿˖°

People could think your Marriage is based on a true connection, and that you seem to be spouses that are also friends, they can see it in a good way. They can think you are a friendly couple as well, a couple that loves to meet new people, who are open minded and a couple who has a strong connection.

⋆˚✿˖° Ruler in the 12H ⋆˚✿˖°

This one is similar to in the 8H, people could think your Marriage will not last, or they could also think it will end in a divorce. But it can be caused to people not knowing much about your relationship. People could also realize they know nothing about your marriage, you guys can be pretty private about it. You could also make people have a hard time to know much about it because it can be a spiritual connection as well, and not everyone can get it.

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[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

ANGST!!! pogue gf probably has family issues too, so this is HER chance to give her baby the life she wished she had, but in some ways she’s very wary of rafe actually loving her and thinks that he’s only with her for the baby

trust issues - rafe cameron x pregnant!pogue!reader

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⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ content: angst with a fluff ending, reader has trust issues, kook vs pogue drama, absentee parents

⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ yap: thank you lovie for this request xx 😚 also im posting all my drafts that i have currently so its gonna be a lot

⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ word count: 1.06k

You’d grown up with nothing but hand-me-downs and hollow promises—parents who fought more than they loved, a mom who left when you were twelve, and a dad who drowned his guilt in cheap beer. The trailer you called home was a rusted cage, walls thin enough to hear every slur and crash of glass from the next room over. You swore you’d never let your kid feel that—never let them know the ache of being unwanted, the sting of a slammed door. Being pregnant with Rafe Cameron’s baby was your shot, your one-way ticket to build something better, something stable. But it came with a catch: Rafe. A Kook prince with a temper and a reputation, who looked at you with those piercing blue eyes and said all the right things. You wanted to believe him—God, you did—but every fiber of you screamed he was only here for the baby, not you. How could he love a Pogue like you, scraped raw from a life he’d never understand?

You sat on the edge of your lumpy mattress, staring at the cracked ceiling of your bedroom, one hand resting on your swollen belly—eight months now, the kicks a constant reminder of what was at stake. The trailer was quiet for once, your dad passed out on the couch with a bottle still clutched in his hand. You’d just gotten off a shift at the Wreck, feet throbbing, back screaming, but you’d tucked another $15 into that mason jar under your bed. “For baby,” you whispered to yourself, like a prayer. It was all for them—the crib you’d seen at the thrift store, the soft blankets you couldn’t afford yet. You’d give this kid everything you never had: a home that didn’t reek of regret, a parent who stayed.

The screen door squeaked, and you tensed. Rafe stepped in, his boots heavy on the warped floorboards, a plastic bag of takeout dangling from his hand. He’d been doing this lately—showing up unannounced, bringing food or random baby stuff like pacifiers you hadn’t asked for. “Hey,” he said, voice low as he glanced at your dad’s snoring form. “You eat yet?”

You shook your head, avoiding his eyes as you stood, wincing at the ache in your hips. “Wasn’t hungry.” A lie. You hadn’t eaten since breakfast—half a granola bar you’d found in your bag—but you hated how he noticed, how he kept trying to take care of you. It felt like a trap, like he was building a case to prove you needed him.

He set the bag on the rickety kitchen table, pulling out a burger and fries, the smell making your stomach growl despite yourself. “Bullshit,” he muttered, pushing it toward you. “You’re eating. You’re carrying my kid, and you look like you’re about to collapse.”

Your jaw tightened, pride flaring. “I’m fine, Rafe. I’ve been handling myself a long time before you showed up.” You didn’t move for the food, even though you wanted to. It was the principle—every bite felt like admitting you couldn’t do this alone, like letting him in deeper than you could afford.

He dragged a hand through his hair, frustration etching his face. “Why do you keep doing this? Acting like I’m the enemy? I’m here, alright? I’m trying to—” He cut himself off, exhaling hard. “I see you killing yourself for that jar under your bed, and it pisses me off. You don’t have to.”

You flinched, heat rising in your chest. He’d seen it—course he had, he noticed everything. “That’s for my baby,” you snapped, voice shaking. “Not yours to fix. I’m not some project, Rafe. I’m not gonna let you play house with me just ‘cause I got pregnant.”

His eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, voice dropping low and firm. “You think that’s what this is? Me playing house? That’s my kid too, and you’re—” He stopped, jaw clenching as he looked at you, really looked. “You’re falling apart, and you won’t let me near you. Why?”

“Because I don’t trust you” The words ripped out of you, raw and jagged, tears burning your eyes. “You’re a Cameron. You’ve got money, a big house, a whole life I don’t fit into. I’m just the Pogue chick who got knocked up—why the hell would you want me? You’re here for the baby, and that’s fine, but don’t pretend it’s more than that. I can’t—” Your voice cracked, and you turned away, wiping at your face. “I can’t let myself think you love me. Not when I know how this ends.”

The room went silent, thick with the weight of it. You heard him breathe, slow and heavy, before his hand caught your arm, turning you back to face him. His grip was firm but not rough, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your chest ache. “You’re wrong,” he said, voice low, almost broken. “I’m not here just for the kid. I’m here for you—have been since that first night we hooked up and you looked at me like I was more than some Kook asshole. You think I don’t love you? I’m a mess over you, and you won’t even see it.”

You shook your head, tears spilling now. “You don’t get it, Rafe. I’ve never had anyone stay. My mom left, my dad’s a ghost even when he’s here. I’m giving this baby everything I didn’t have, and I can’t—I can’t let myself need you, because when you go, it’ll break me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, pulling you closer, his hands framing your face. “You hear me? I’m not your mom, not your dad. I’m not leaving you or that kid. Yeah, I want our baby to have a good life—better than this shit—” he gestured at the trailer “—but I want you too. I’m pissed because you’re carrying my world in you, and you’re treating yourself like you don’t matter.”

You sobbed, the dam breaking, and he pulled you into his chest, arms tight around you as you shook. “I’m scared,” you whispered against him, the truth spilling out. “I’m so fucking scared.”

“I know,” he murmured, lips pressing into your hair. “But you’re not alone in this. I swear you’re not.” He held you there, the takeout forgotten, your dad’s snores fading into the background, until your breathing slowed and the fear loosened its grip—just a little.

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[lowryuk]

Beneath the Surface.

Pairing: Jock!Bully!Eren x Shy!F!Reader

Word Count: 9.4K

Summary: You transfer to a new campus, hoping to escape the relentless torment of your bully, Eren, only to discover that running away doesn't free you from him. Instead, it makes you want him more.

A/N: hellooo! I changed this story like 20 times which is why it took me so long to release it. But thank you for being so patient with me. I hope you like it :D

(Warnings are below undercut)

Warning(s): DUB CON, Eren's toxic and a meanie, possessive!Eren, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, spanking, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, rough sex, lowkey stockholm syndrome, jealousy, co-dependency, lots of kissing, angst, Eren's a bit hot-headed.

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"What the fuck is this?"

The paper slams down so hard in front of you that the whole table shakes. Your breath catches in your throat, fingers freezing mid-page as you stare at the bolded words at the top of the document.

North Campus Transfer: Approved.

Your stomach drops.

You knew Eren wouldn’t be happy about this. Why would he, when his favorite toy was slipping out of his grasp? You thought you could play along, keep your head down, and just wait until summer before disappearing. But somehow, some-fucking-how, he found out.

And now, he’s pissed. Slowly, you lift your gaze.

Eren stands over you, muscles tight, jaw clenched so hard it looks like it might snap. His green eyes are sharper than ever, dark and furious as they burn into you, scanning your face like he’s daring you to lie. 

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. A sharp inhale, a useless stammer, your tongue fumbling over syllables that don’t form actual words. You can’t think—not with him towering over you like that, with his hand still pressed to the table, fingers twitching like he’s holding himself back from doing something worse. 

“I—”

“Were you planning on telling me,” he cuts in, voice low and seething, “or were you just gonna fucking disappear with your tail tucked between your legs?”

You swallow thickly, fingers twisting with the hem of your skirt. “I was going to tell you.”

He barks out a laugh, humorless, sharp. “Oh, yeah? When?” His voice drops, thick with something taunting. “When you were already gone?”

Your silence is enough of an answer.

Eren pushes the chair beside you out of his way with a sharp kick. You flinch as the chair clatters against the floor. Before you could put some distance between yourselves, he’s already leaning in, gripping your chin between his fingers and forcing you to look at him.

“You think you can just leave?” His thumb brushes the corner of your mouth, not gentle in the slightest. "Think you can just fucking run away from me?"

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers tightening around the hem of your skirt.

“I—”

Eren tilts his head, grip tightening, cutting you off. “That’s not how this works, baby.”

You don’t know what to say. You don’t know if you can say anything.

Eren scoffs at your silence, his free hand dragging over the paper before he crumples it in his fist. “You’re not going.” He mutters, leaning even closer. “We’re going to student services tomorrow morning and you’re going to cancel your transfer. Understand?” He glanced back, pulled the chair he previously kicked, and took a seat next to you. 

Before you can even process his words, he’s yanking your laptop toward him. The screen casts a glow over his sharp features, his furrowed brows, the tight set of his jaw, the deadly focus in his eyes. He’s not just mad. He’s fucking furious.

You watch in stunned silence as he pulls up your email, typing at a speed that makes your stomach lurch. An email drafted to your advisor, requesting a meeting first thing tomorrow morning. You should stop him. Fight back. Do something. But your body refuses to move, rooted in place by the sheer dominance rolling off of him in waves. 

He hits the send button without hesitation and you kiss your future goodbye. 

Eren leans back, satisfied, before snapping your laptop shut with a quiet click. He finally looks at you again, his face stoic. “You really thought I’d let you leave me?” he muses, tilting his head. He taps his fingers against the lid of your laptop, slow and calculated. “That’s adorable, baby. Stupid as fuck, but adorable.”

Your nails dig into your lap, your breath coming out shaky. “Eren, I—”

“Shut up.”

His chair scrapes against the floor as he stands, looming over you again. His hands press into the table on either side of you, caging you in.

His voice drops lower, his breath fanning over your skin. “I don’t know where the fuck you got the idea that you had a choice in this.”

His knee nudges between your legs, spreading them just enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of him.

“But if you need a reminder of who you belong to?” His lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his tone dipping into something darker.

“Then I’ll fucking give you one.”

His grip on your wrist is merciless as he yanks you up, dragging you through the aisles with a single-minded determination. Your pulse pounds in your ears, your feet barely keeping up with his long strides. The library is quiet, dimly lit, and mostly empty—Friday nights aren’t exactly prime study time.

The door to an empty study room swings open, and before you can say a word, he shoves you inside. The click of the lock is sharp in the silence, followed by the scrape of a chair against the floor as he wedges it beneath the handle. Trapped.

Then, he’s on you.

Eren lifts you effortlessly, your ass meeting the hard edge of the desk as his hands grab, knead, claim. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, pulling you flush against him, pressing his hips into yours.

The heat of his mouth crashes onto yours, tongue forcing its way in, kissing you so deep it makes your head spin. It’s not sweet. It’s not gentle. It’s punishment. Pure, unfiltered possession.

A whimper leaves you, but he swallows it whole.

One hand snakes up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back without warning. A sharp gasp slips past your lips, but he only takes advantage of it, his tongue delving deeper, stealing every last breath from your lungs.

Everything happens too fast for you to process. One second, you’re struggling for breath beneath his punishing kisses, and the next, your cardigan is being yanked off your shoulders, tossed carelessly to the floor.

Your skirt rides up as Eren’s rough hands skim beneath it, fingers curling around the band of your panties. A sharp tug, and they’re slipping down your legs, pooling uselessly around your ankles.

Your protest dies on your tongue when he pulls back just long enough to tug his own shirt off, the fabric vanishing somewhere in the room. Your fingers twitch against his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. You shouldn’t want this.

You shouldn’t want him.

But Eren’s touch is intoxicating, a drug laced with danger, and you’ve never been able to say no.

His fingers dip between your thighs, slow at first, teasing. You jolt, a soft whimper escaping as he brushes over your clit, barely giving you what you need. His other hand grips your hip, keeping you steady as you instinctively try to chase more.

A low chuckle vibrates against your lips as he watches you squirm beneath him, his fingers spreading you open, coating themselves in your arousal.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. His thumb circles your clit with agonizing slowness, his eyes locking onto yours. Daring you to deny how much you want this.

“How the hell did you think you were gonna leave me when you get like this for me?”

He yanks down his sweats, just enough to free himself, never breaking the kiss—hot, messy, and desperate. His hands are everywhere, gripping your thighs, your waist, your ass, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. Scratch that, he already has. 

“You can’t leave me,” he mutters against your lips, his breath hot, his voice filled with possessiveness. “You can’t live without me.”

Before you can even think to respond, he grabs the backs of your knees, spreading you open wider. Then he pushes in. A choked gasp leaves your lips as he stretches you, forces you to take every inch. He doesn’t go slow. Doesn’t ease you into it. He just takes. Just like he always does.

A sharp whimper escapes you, nails digging into his shoulders. Eren groans, burying himself to the hilt, his fingers tightening around your thighs as he feels you clench around him.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pulling back just enough to slam back in, making you jolt against the desk. His lips find your neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks you know won’t fade by morning.

“You were really gonna leave this behind?” he growls, punctuating each word with a rough thrust. His grip on you tightens, his pace unforgiving. “Gonna walk away from me like I’d let you?”

“N-No—ah!…m’sorry,” you gasp, your body jolting with every rough snap of his hips. The words barely leave your lips before a sharp smack lands on your ass, the sting blooming through your skin. You yelp, fingers digging into his back, nails raking down the hard muscles as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

Eren only chuckles, the sound dark, amused, tied with something sinister. His hand kneads the spot he just hit before smacking it again, harder this time. Your walls flutter around him, and he groans low in his throat.

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” His voice is taunting, his pace relentless. He leans in, breath hot against your ear. “Say it like you mean it, baby, and I might forgive you.”

His teeth graze your jaw before he pulls your head back by your hair, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are burning, wild with something unhinged. His grip is bruising, his thrusts deep, punishing, but you can’t think—can barely breathe.

“I-I’m sorry, Eren,” you whimper, voice trembling, desperate. Your thighs tighten around his waist, trying to ground yourself against the onslaught of pleasure. “Please—please, I won’t leave—”

He growls, hips slamming into you harder, angling just right to make you cry out. His lips crash against yours, swallowing your moans, claiming you completely.

“That’s more like it,” he mutters, dragging his tongue over your bottom lip before biting down, hard enough to make you whimper. His hands tighten around your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as his cock fills you to the hilt. He smirks against your lips, voice dripping with arrogance.

“You can’t get enough of me.”

Your body betrays you, back arching into him, nails scratching down his arms as your walls clench around him. You should be pushing him away, fighting back against the possessive grip he has on you, but instead, you're giving in, letting him ruin you like he always does.

Eren chuckles darkly, rolling his hips slow and deep, savoring the way you tremble beneath him. “See?” He punctuates his words with another sharp thrust, dragging a choked moan from your lips. “You can try to run, try to leave—but we both know you’ll always end up right here.”

His fingers snake up your spine, fisting into your hair as he tilts your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. His emerald eyes are dark, filled obsessively.

“You belong to me.”

You clench around him, body betraying you as pleasure coils tight in your stomach. Your nails dig into his back, legs trembling around his waist.

Eren groans, feeling the way you squeeze him. “You act like you wanna leave, but look at you—squeezing me like you’re scared I’ll stop.” His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you flush against him before he starts pounding into you harder, deeper, making your head spin. “Go on then, come on my cock. Show me who you really belong to.”

His words push you over the edge. Your body tenses, mouth falling open in a silent cry as waves of pleasure crash over you. Eren doesn’t slow down. If anything, he fucks you through it, dragging out every last aftershock until you’re a trembling mess in his arms. He pushes in once more, filling you up with his cum. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he mutters, voice thick with lust as he watches you fall apart. His hands roam your body, greedy, possessive. “So fucking good for me. Just like you should be.” His grip tightens as he holds you up, chest heaving against his. “That’s it,” he murmurs, dragging his lips along your jaw, voice dripping with satisfaction. 

He takes your underwear off, stuffing the ruined fabric into his pocket before reaching for his shirt and pulling it over his head. You sit there, still catching your breath, your body aching in the best way, but the moment you reach for your cardigan, you realize the buttons are gone—ripped clean off from Eren’s rough hands. You tug it around yourself anyway, trying to hold it closed, but the flimsy material does nothing to hide the mess he’s made of you.

Eren watches, eyes dark, arms crossed over his chest as he takes in your disheveled state. The torn cardigan, your trembling hands, the marks blooming along your neck. His lips curl, amused. "What? You thought you’d just walk out of here like that?"

You frown, adjusting the fabric over your chest, but he’s already moving. He shrugs off his coat, draping it over your shoulders like it belongs there, like you belong to him. His scent lingers in the thick material, wrapping around you, suffocating you. "Let’s go," he mutters, tugging you toward the door. "Back to your dorm."

And just like that, the cycle repeats. The cycle you’ve tried so desperately to break.

You’ve switched classes. Moved dorms. And now, you tried to switch campuses. Anything to get away from him. But it never works. No matter how far you try to run, no matter how many excuses you make, Eren finds you. Eren stops you.

You could claim to hate him, the bullying, the teasing, the degrading comments, but every time he touches you, every time he looks at you like he owns you, you fold.

Anywhere, anytime he wanted, he took it.

In the locker room after practice, the scent of sweat and cologne thick in the air as he pressed you up against cold metal, hands greedy, mouth even greedier.

Under the bleachers before his big game, fingers shoved past your panties, muffling your moans with his palm while the crowd roared just a few feet away.

At the party after he won said game, dragging you upstairs like his victory wasn’t real until he was buried inside you, until he had you gasping his name between the bass-thumping music and drunken cheers from downstairs.

Your people pleasing nature is what landed you in this very situation. 

The meeting with your advisor was painfully awkward. You had spent weeks begging for a transfer, insisting that moving to North Campus was the best decision for your future. She pulled every string she could to make it happen—only for you to show up hand-in-hand with Eren, his voice low and commanding as he demanded she cancel it.

To your face, she agreed. But later that night, an email sat unread in your inbox.

‘Are you sure this is what you want?’

Your heart pounded as you stared at the screen. She hadn’t sent the forms in yet. You could still go. You could finally break the cycle.

But you’d learned your lesson by now. 

Right?

Eren had made it clear, if you left, you weren’t coming back. And if, by some cruel twist of fate, you did? He’d make your life a living hell.

Your finger hovered over the reply button. A single sentence. That’s all it would take.

Your head was a whirlwind of emotions as you typed out the words, "No, I’d still like to transfer."

The following month, you stuck to your plan. You played your role, let Eren ruin you over and over again because soon, you’d be gone.

When exams wrapped up, you packed your life away in silence. Every spare moment was spent discreetly boxing up your things, tucking away every trace of your existence. You made sure he never noticed. If he did, there’d be no escape.

Then, summer arrived.

You didn’t tell anyone. You didn’t look back. With nothing but two large suitcases and a backpack, you boarded the bus, leaving behind the campus, the people, the professors, everything you knew.

The goodbye was bittersweet.

Bitter because deep down, you knew there was nothing wrong with the school itself. The classes were fine, the professors were decent, the people were tolerable. It was Eren that made it unbearable. He suffocated you. Stole every ounce of freedom. You were never able to just exist.

Dating? Impossible. Making new friends? Not a chance.

His homework? Your responsibility. His games? Mandatory attendance.

You were his. Eren made sure of it. 

Without Eren in your life, all you could imagine was peace. And for the first time in years, it finally felt within reach. North Campus was different. The moment you stepped off the bus, you felt it. The air was lighter, the people friendlier. The campus was ten times more vibrant, a hidden gem with less students and a tight-knit community that welcomed you instantly.

For the first time in years, you felt free.

You could finally breathe without Eren hovering over you. You could finally exist without his hands on you, his voice in your ear, his name written all over your life. 

But even though he wasn’t here physically, his name still carried weight. Eren Yeager was the quarterback everyone was talking about, the one putting his team on the map. No one played like him. No one moved like him. He was a game-changer, a future star already catching the attention of NFL scouts. His reputation stretched far beyond campus, talked about in lecture halls, analyzed on sports forums, his face plastered on numerous varsity's banners. 

Even here, miles away, you couldn’t escape him.

All you could do was ignore him. Pretend he didn’t exist. And for the first few months, it worked. You adjusted to life without him, something you once thought was impossible. You made new friends, actual friends, something you never had back at your old campus. The environment was different, welcoming, filled with opportunities that weren’t overshadowed by Eren’s presence.

With your grades soaring, you were hopeful about landing a co-op position, a chance to secure your future. In the meantime, your new friends helped you get a job at a cozy café just off campus. That’s where you met him, a sweet, soft-spoken guy who made you laugh, who didn’t look at you like he owned you. When he asked for your number, you gave it. When he asked you out, you said yes.

You should be happy, right? You were finally moving on. You had friends, a life of your own, a first date that wasn’t tied to secrecy or shame. But deep down, in the quiet corners of your mind, something still ached for Eren. 

You felt ashamed for thinking this way, for missing him even after everything he put you through. Eren had been toxic, cruel, and impossible to understand, but somehow, you had learned to live with it. You had adjusted to the way he treated you, had grown so used to the twisted dynamic between you that now, without it, there was an emptiness you couldn’t explain. A part of you still craved him, still ached for the way his hands felt on your body, the way his voice sounded in your ear.

But despite that longing, you refused to give in. You had left for a reason, and you weren’t going to let yourself fall back into old patterns. Instead, you stayed focused, filling your time with anything that could keep your mind occupied. Your upcoming date with Kio, the guy from the café, was the perfect distraction. He was sweet, polite, and made you laugh in a way that felt natural. It should have been exactly what you needed.

You put in the effort, dressing up for the date, carefully doing your hair and makeup, picking out the perfect outfit. When Kio arrived to pick you up, he was all smiles, clearly excited to spend time with you. But as the night went on, the spark you hoped for never came. The conversation was dull, his touch uninspiring. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t right either. You wanted to like him, you really did, but every second you spent with him only made it clearer—he wasn’t what you were looking for.

Still, when he asked you out for a second date, your people-pleasing nature got the best of you. You couldn’t bring yourself to say no. The last thing you wanted was to hurt his feelings, so against your better judgment, you smiled and agreed.

“Wait, wait, wait. So you don’t like him, but you said yes to a second date?” Emma, your closest friend at North Campus, stared at you like you had just committed a crime.

“I know. I’m stupid,” you groaned, flopping back onto your bed.

Emma laughed, shaking her head. “So what is it? You just don’t feel the chemistry?”

You frowned, staring at the ceiling. “I don’t know. He’s really nice. I should like him, but… he’s just a little boring.”

“That’s not a crime,” she said with a shrug. “You want excitement, something thrilling. That’s normal, especially if you’ve never been in a real relationship before.”

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to stay silent. Emma didn’t know the full story. She didn’t know about Eren. You had never told her about what you went through with him, never explained the way he had held you under his thumb for so long. It wasn’t something you were proud of, and the thought of saying it out loud only made you feel embarrassed.

But deep down, you knew the real reason why Kio didn’t interest you. It wasn’t just that he was boring. It was that he wasn’t Eren. No matter how hard you tried to move on, your heart and body were still wired for him.

And that fact only became more painfully obvious when you saw the picture.

Eren, standing at a party, his usual cocky smirk plastered across his face. A cheerleader was wrapped around his waist, her arms locked around his neck like she belonged there. The sight of it made your stomach twist violently, a surge of something unfamiliar rushing through you. You had never felt anything like it before, never experienced this tight, burning sensation in your chest. It wasn’t just anger. It wasn’t just hurt. It was something deeper, something that made you want to scream.

You had left him. You had put in all the effort to escape him. So why did seeing him move on before you drive you insane?

But what you didn’t know was that Eren had far from moved on.

He would give you this much—you played it well. The month before you left, you let him have everything. You let him touch you the way he wanted, let him take you apart in ways only he could. You didn’t fight him, didn’t resist. You gave in so easily that he had no reason to suspect a thing. It wasn’t until you were already gone that he realized what you had done.

It had been a few days since he last saw you. Football had been taking up most of his time, along with some bullshit his family had dragged him into, but the moment he had a free second, he was right back at your door. He knocked once. No answer. Knocked again, this time louder, more demanding. Still nothing.

His patience was already thin, his frustration bubbling over as he banged on the door again. "Open the fucking door," he muttered under his breath, jaw tight.

But it wasn’t you who answered. It was some girl from down the hall, stepping out of her own dorm to give him a confused look. "She doesn’t live there anymore," she said, shifting awkwardly when she saw the way his expression hardened. "She moved out."

For the first time in a long time, Eren felt something cold settle in his chest. He pulled out his phone immediately, calling you, but it went straight to voicemail. He tried again. Same thing. His fingers moved faster, opening up your contact and sending you a message. No blue bubble, just a green one.

Blocked.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears, a slow, seething anger creeping up his spine. He checked Instagram. Gone. Snapchat. Gone. Facebook. Gone. Every single account he knew you had was locked to him. You had wiped him out of your life so thoroughly that if he wasn’t standing in front of your old dorm, he might have thought you never even existed.

He refused to accept it. He wasn’t fucking stupid. He knew exactly where you were. You had run straight to North Campus, that much was obvious.

Fine. You wanted to play this game? You fucking got it.

–

A smart person would avoid the things and people that were bad for them. But then again, you had never been good at making the smart choice when it came to Eren. You hadn’t been entirely honest with your new friends, not about him or the mess you left behind. So, when they suggested you go to the football game, the one where the school’s team was facing off against their fiercest rival, you found yourself nodding along, agreeing to go despite the warnings your gut screamed at you.

Your friends were excited, eager for the game, and maybe a little more excited to have you with them. After all, you’d been distant since you got here, still hiding behind your newfound routine and the lies you told about how happy you were.

When they questioned your initial reluctance, you put on a smile that felt tight but convincing enough to push them past their suspicions. "Yeah, okay. I’ll go." You tried to sound cheerful, but inside, the knot in your stomach tightened.

You pulled on school colors, nothing too flashy, just a jersey and some simple accessories. But you topped it off with a hat, one that would help you blend into the crowd. You didn’t want to draw attention, not tonight, not when the possibility of Eren being there loomed over you like a dark cloud.

At first, your heart pounded in your chest. What if he saw you? What if he spotted you in the crowd and everything you worked so hard to get away from came crashing back down? The thought made you dizzy, your hands clammy as you pushed your way through the packed stadium.

But then, rationality kicked in. Hundreds, no, thousands, of people were here. The chances of him even noticing you in the sea of bodies were slim to none. You tried to quiet the frantic thumping in your chest, taking a deep breath as you sank into the buzz of the crowd. You weren’t going to let him ruin this for you. You weren’t going to let him ruin anything else.

The stadium was alive with energy as the crowd roared, an overwhelming sea of school colors and faces painted in excitement. The game was just getting into its rhythm, the tension mounting with every play. The cheerleaders were on the sidelines, shouting their routines, hands raised high in synchronized perfection. You found yourself standing with your friends in the midst of it all, but the noise, the vibrations of the crowd, it all felt distant. The only thing you could focus on was the field was Eren.

Like everyone else.

The quarterback for the team, the one everyone came to watch. The guy who had carried his team to victory after victory, the one who stood at the center of every conversation. It made you think, how could he keep his ego in check if everyone talked about him like he was a god?

Your friends cheered enthusiastically, eyes on the field, but yours stayed on him. He was fast, powerful, and precise, moving like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, but also as if nothing could touch him. His focus was unmatched, every movement calculated, each throw perfect. And the way he moved… God, you remembered it all. The way his muscles strained under his jersey, the cocky smirk he’d flash at you when he made a perfect play, the way his jaw clenched when he was about to make the winning pass. He was a god in this game, and the crowd worshipped him for it.

The game was intense. The stadium continued buzzing with excitement as the two teams played it out on the field. The cheerleaders on the sidelines were in full force, leaping and shouting in perfect synchronicity. Their pom-poms gleamed under the bright stadium lights, their high kicks sharp and precise as they whipped through the air. You could hear the thumping of their feet on the ground as they cheered the crowd on, their voices booming, rallying the school spirit.

Your eyes followed them involuntarily, trying to distract yourself from the knot of unease in your stomach as you waited for the next play to unfold.

That was when you saw her.

At first, you weren’t sure why your gaze was drawn to her, but it didn’t take long for you to recognize the short haired cheerleader. She was front and center in the squad, her vibrant energy shining through. And then it clicked. The same cheerleader who had been wrapped around Eren in the photo. 

You felt a bitter pang in your chest as you watched her. She was gorgeous, there was no denying that. She moved with effortless grace, every jump, every wave of her pom-pom, smooth and coordinated, as if she were born for the spotlight. Her smile gleamed in the stadium, and the way her eyes sparkled whenever she glanced at Eren. When he smirked back at her… it sent a jolt of something cold through you. Was that the look you had once gotten from him? The playful intimacy, the knowing smirk, the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world when his attention was on you?

Except now, it was her. And she seemed to have no problem staking her claim in front of everyone. Every cheer, every flip, every stunt she did, she was doing it with an unmistakable ease that made her seem like she belonged there, with him.

Your grip tightened on your cup as the unsettling feeling in your stomach spread, making you feel small and insignificant amidst the sea of students, noise, and chaos of the game. The cheerleader caught your eye from across the field, her lips curling into a knowing smile. Your breath hitched, and you quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring.

But it didn’t stop there. You found your gaze pulled back to her. She was still all smiles, still twirling and flipping, but her eyes never strayed far from the field where Eren was standing. She was watching him intently, cheering with her stupid pom poms. She knew exactly what she was doing, positioning herself just close enough to catch his eye every time he looked up from the huddle.

Then, just as the game’s tension peaked, Eren glanced toward the cheerleaders. And there she was again, at the front of the squad, leaning forward with her arms outstretched as if she were calling him to her, her cheerleading routine morphing into something too intimate, too familiar for comfort. She caught his eye, and it was as if the world paused for a second, he gave her a grin, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes but was still full of that cocky confidence. She laughed and blew him a kiss. 

That was when you felt your stomach twist into knots.

You wanted to look away, to ignore the scene before you, but you couldn’t. You could feel the sting of jealousy eating at your insides as the cheerleader giggled again. It wasn’t like you had any right to feel that way. You weren’t his anymore. You’d left, cut ties, and even if you didn’t know where you stood with him now, you had no claim over him. Still, the ache in your chest wouldn’t go away. It clawed at you like a familiar ache, the one you had learned to live with but never really escaped.

But just as your thoughts spiraled out of control, you were jolted from your reverie. The crowd roared. The game had reached its final moments, and the tension was thick. Eren’s team was only one point ahead, but they were pushing hard. You saw him call a play, his body moving with a fluid grace as he rushed the field, dominating his position. Every muscle in his body screamed with power as he tossed the ball with ease, his eyes laser-focused on the receiver.

And then, it happened.

The receiver caught the ball, and the crowd went wild. The stadium erupted in deafening cheers as Eren’s team sealed their victory. Your heart skipped a beat, but it wasn’t because of the game. It wasn’t because of the cheers or the adrenaline. It was because in the midst of it all, you saw Eren’s eyes scan the stands, and in an instant, they locked onto yours.

Everything stopped. The world seemed to freeze as his eyes locked onto yours, his face tightening in shock but it quickly darkens. The cheerleader beside him jumped in celebration, and his teammates surrounded him, their victory securing them a chorus of cheers from the crowd. Eren was swept up in the excitement, people chanting like he had just conquered the world. But for that brief moment, right before the second half began, and before the win was sealed, his gaze held yours, and in that fleeting second, it felt like you had never truly escaped him.

You tried to shake the feeling off, wanting to leave before things got even more complicated, but your friends had other plans. They were hyped, talking about the game, urging you to stay and join in the celebration. Against your better judgment, you let yourself get swept along, but the tightness in your chest grew as the noise around you buzzed louder. You could feel the weight of the crowd pressing in, and before long, you found yourself slipping away.

You separated yourself from the group, slipping into a quieter part of the school grounds. You didn’t want to be surrounded by all that noise, by all those people, especially when your thoughts were racing. You pulled your phone out, fingers quickly texting your friends, asking where they had gone. You just needed a moment, some space to breathe.

As you sat on a bench, the sounds of the victory celebrations still echoing in the distance, your thumb hovered over your phone screen, waiting for a response. That’s when you heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching.

You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Eren’s presence was unmistakable, and though you tried to keep your composure, your heart raced. You had thought you’d escaped, but here he was again, standing right in front of you. His eyes studied you with that intense focus, and the air between you both grew thick with the weight of everything unspoken.

You didn’t move. You didn’t know what to say. And suddenly, the quiet of the space around you felt suffocating. 

You couldn’t even look at him because you knew the moment you did, it would remind you of everything you had tried so hard to forget. How much you missed him, how much you still craved him. That aching feeling you thought you had buried deep down inside you rushed back, flooding you with memories and desires you weren’t ready to face. And if you allowed yourself to look at him, you’d probably break. The guilt that had been gnawing at you would finally pull you under.

Your fingers were unsteady as you fiddled with your phone, your mind too scattered to focus. Honestly, you had no idea what to expect from this encounter. Eren had been out of your life for a while now, but now he was standing in front of you again. The tension between you both was palpable. It wasn’t just the space that existed between you; it was the weight of everything that had been left unsaid, unresolved. The way his gaze locked onto yours, the way his presence filled every inch of the space around you, made everything feel impossibly heavy.

You wanted to speak, wanted to yell at him for everything he’d done, but the words wouldn’t come. The thoughts of how he had treated you, how everything had played out between the two of you, were too overwhelming. But you couldn’t stay silent forever.

“Why did you leave?” His voice broke the silence, low and rough, but there was something in it that you couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t anger, there was something softer, something harder to place in the way he asked.

You shrugged, fighting the lump in your throat. “You never made me feel like I mattered. Like I was more than just... something you could use whenever you felt like it.”

His eyes darkened, but this time it wasn’t anger. It was something else, something you hadn’t expected. He took a step closer, closing the space between you until there was barely any distance left. You could feel his body heat, his presence consuming you in a way that sent your heart racing.

His hand moved slowly, carefully, and it cupped your chin, lifting your face so you could no longer avoid his gaze. You tried to pull back, but his grip was firm, holding you in place.

“I never meant for you to feel like that,” he muttered, his voice husky now, almost apologetic. But there was an edge to it, one that had always been there, one that made you shiver.

Eren’s gaze softened as he watched the tears well up in your eyes, his heart tightening with each shaky breath you took. He could feel the weight of everything between you two, the mess, the broken pieces of your past that both of you had been too afraid to confront. But now, standing here in front of him, you were all he could focus on. He didn’t want to watch you suffer anymore.

Without another word, Eren stood up straight, pulling you with him gently but firmly, as if he couldn’t bear to have you out of his arms for a second longer. His hand slid to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair, as he drew you in closer. His body pressed against yours, the heat between you both suddenly unbearable, but in the best way.

The world around you seemed to disappear. Every worry, every doubt, everything that had been weighing you down dissolved the moment his lips touched yours. The kiss wasn’t desperate, though it carried with it the weight of every unspoken word. It was slow at first, like he was savoring it, trying to make up for all the lost time, all the missed chances. But soon, it deepened, the pressure building as his hands cupped your face, his thumb brushing away the tears that had fallen.

You didn’t know when it happened, but suddenly you felt like you could breathe again. Like you could finally exist without the suffocating grip of doubt and regret. For the first time in so long, there was nothing but him and you. And it felt right. You felt like you belonged.

But even as the kiss lingered, the tension between you both didn’t completely disappear. You sniffled against his lips, the remnants of everything you had been holding in surfacing. “You’re terrible for me,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

Eren pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his expression intense, like he was trying to commit this moment to memory. His breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling with each shaky exhale. But there was something different in the way he looked at you now, something raw, something real.

“I love you,” he said, his voice steady but filled with so much emotion it made your heart ache. There was no hesitation in his words, no second guessing, just the truth of it all laid bare.

The world outside could’ve been crashing down, and you wouldn’t have cared. Because right now, all that mattered was him. 

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” The words were quiet, but they held a weight. Like everything hinged on this moment.

You nodded, and the simple gesture had him exhaling like he’d been holding his breath for far too long. Without waiting for another word, he pulled you toward the parking lot, his fingers laced tightly with yours. The space around you felt tight, almost suffocating, but you weren’t focused on that. You were focused on him, on the man standing beside you, his presence taking up more of the world than you cared to admit.

The party that was already in full swing felt so distant now. The victory, the adrenaline from the game, the elation from his team, none of it mattered. It was irrelevant. He didn’t care about any of it. The only thing that mattered was getting you back. The months without you had been agonizing. He couldn’t even bring himself to think about how empty it had felt, how much he had missed you, how much he had pushed you away. He had spent months in therapy, trying to work through the things he’d buried deep inside, the things he’d taken out on you. The guilt gnawed at him, but now, standing here with you, it didn’t matter. He was ready to make amends.

Eren wasn’t blind to the fact that he didn’t deserve you. He knew he had wronged you more times than he could count, hurt you when you needed him the most. But the thing was, he couldn’t imagine a life without you. He couldn’t imagine waking up without hearing your voice, without seeing you take care of your little ones, without your presence grounding him. The thought of losing that was something he wasn’t willing to accept. He was selfish. Maybe it wasn’t fair to you, but Eren needed you.

And now, standing at the edge of the parking lot, with nothing but the hum of the streetlights overhead and the distant sound of the crowd continuing behind him, he knew what he had to do. If fate, the universe, or whatever higher power you believed in was giving him another chance to make things right, he wasn’t going to waste it. He was going to prove to you that he could be better. That he could be the man you deserved. And if it took the rest of his life to make it up to you, he’d do it.

As you both reached the car, he opened the door for you, his gaze never wavering from your face. He wasn’t sure what would happen next, whether you’d let him back in or if this was the end of your story. But in that moment, he didn’t care. He just wanted to show you, in every possible way, how much you meant to him.

You climbed into the car, and he followed, going to the other side and sliding into the driver's seat. The engine came to life, and as he pulled out of the lot, his grip on the wheel tightened. His knuckles went white as he drove, focused on the road ahead but still, all the while, thinking of you. 

"I’ve been a fucking idiot," he said, his voice low, raw with emotion. "And I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I want to try. I want to be the man who deserves you. The man who’ll come home to you every night, the man who’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re happy. I want that. And I want you to be the one beside me when I get there."

You were silent for a moment, and he thought for a second that you might not answer. But then, your voice came, soft, yet filled with more truth than he could have imagined.

"I don’t know, Eren. I’m not sure how we get back from this. It’s… it’s not easy."

"I know," he breathed, his voice rough. "But I’m not going anywhere, not this time. And if I have to spend every day proving it to you, I will. Just tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it."

The car came to a halt in Eren’s driveway, the distant glow of the city lights barely illuminating the night. The engine cut off with a soft purr, leaving a heavy silence hanging between you two. As the stillness of the moment settled, Eren turned to face you, his eyes filled with something that hadn’t been there before. Hope, mixed with that unrelenting hunger. His gaze fell to your lips, and for a moment, everything else blurred out of existence.

His hand reached for yours, his fingers slightly trembling as they enveloped yours. You felt the weight of every word unspoken between you two, a history of missteps and regret hanging in the air. But then, something shifted in him, and his voice broke the quiet tension. “I can’t fix everything, but I can try.”

You met his eyes, seeing the raw honesty in them. He wasn’t perfect, neither of you were, but this was real. The first real moment in a long while where it felt like maybe, just maybe, you could fix this. Him. You. Together.

He leaned forward, his breath brushing against your skin as he gently cupped your face in his hands. There was no more distance. No more walls between you two. His lips hovered over yours, and for a brief, heart-stopping second, you thought he might pull away. But instead, he closed the gap, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that felt like everything you’d both been holding back for months.

It started slow, soft—almost tentative—but the moment you responded, your body inching closer, he deepened it, pouring all the need and desperation that had built up between you two into that kiss. His hands moved from your face, sliding down to your waist, pulling you into his lap. You gasped as you felt the heat of him pressed against you, every inch of your body aching for him.

You gasp as Eren’s lips meet yours once more, more urgent than before, his hands roaming over your body with a fierce hunger. The way he grips you, the heat between you both building in a rhythm that mirrors the pounding of your heart, makes your pulse race. His fingers dig into your skin, a mixture of desperation and greed, as if he can’t get enough of you.

Every movement is a blur, his lips trailing down your neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin just below your ear. The breathless moans that escape your lips only fuel the fire burning between you both. His hands are everywhere, pulling you closer, his body pressing against yours with an intensity that makes everything around you feel nonexistent.

"Fuck," he mutters against your skin, as though the heat of your touch is too much for him to handle, yet he wants more.

You can feel the weight of his body over you as he presses you against the car seat, his lips trailing down your body, teasing every inch of you with that insatiable desire. Your legs are still trembling from the last moment, but you can’t bring yourself to care. All that matters is the way he makes you feel, the way he owns every part of you, like he’s consumed by the need to have you.

You whimper softly, the uncomfortable position making your legs numb, and Eren pulls back, his eyes flickering with impatience. “Stay still,” he mutters, before quickly opening the door. His hands move with swift precision, easily lifting you from your seat and cradling you against his chest, the sudden shift of position making you let out a soft gasp.

He moves quickly through the front door, carrying you effortlessly as if you were weightless in his arms. You can't help but cling to him, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, but you don’t mind the rush, there’s something about the urgency in his movements that only fuels the fire between you.

Once inside, he doesn’t waste time. He kicks the door shut behind him with his foot, his lips crashing onto yours as he walks, your bodies bumping into furniture as he navigates towards the bedroom. Without hesitation, Eren drops you onto the bed, your back hitting the soft mattress with a soft thud.

"Need you," he growls, the edge in his voice making your heart race. His hands move quickly, pulling at the fabric of your clothes and his until they’re discarded in a pile on the floor. You shiver under his touch, the air thick with tension.

His body presses against yours, and you feel the heat of his skin as he settles his dick between your legs. His eyes lock onto yours, the need and hunger in them almost overwhelming.

"Say it," he demands, his voice rough, demanding, as his lips ghost over your ear, his breath hot against your skin. He guides his tip on your clit and your hips buck in desperation.

"I need you," you whisper, barely able to breathe, but it's enough.

He doesn't hold back. With a powerful thrust, he pushes deeper, the intensity of the motion making your breath catch. His name escapes your lips in a soft, breathless gasp, the pleasure so overwhelming it blurs your thoughts. Every inch of him stretches you, fills you in a way that leaves you desperate for more.

His movements are relentless, his hips snapping into yours with a rhythmic force that makes you moan uncontrollably. Eren’s hand moves between your bodies, fingers finding that sensitive spot, and you arch against him, your body reacting to every push, every touch.

"You feel so fucking good," Eren growls, his voice rough and needy, matching the pace of his thrusts as he leans down to kiss you again, hard and messy. The tension between you both builds until it’s all-consuming. His hips move faster, slamming into you, and you cling to him, your nails digging into his back as you let out a breathless moan.

The rhythm is all-consuming, each movement dragging you deeper into the haze of desire. Nothing exists but the feeling of him inside you, the way he takes control, the way your body responds to his every demand. You can’t think straight, lost in the heat, the friction, the way he makes you feel like you’re drowning in pleasure, and you never want to come up for air.

"Fuck, you’re so perfect," he mutters, voice strained, as he pushes you to the edge with each relentless thrust, his pace increasing, his hands gripping you harder as he takes you to the brink.

Everything inside you tenses, your body tightening around him, and with a final, deep thrust, you shatter, your moans mingling with his as you both collapse into each other, breathless and spent, caught in the aftermath of the chaos you created together.

His lips find yours again, rough and demanding, and before you can fully process it, you feel him, hard again, pushing against you. The intensity of it sends a shiver down your spine, your body still recovering from the first round but desperate for more.

Without warning, he pulls you higher on the bed, making space for himself as he settles between your legs. His hands grip your hips, steadying you as he lines himself up again, his eyes locking onto yours in a dark, almost possessive gaze.

You’re still catching your breath, trying to catch up with the intensity of what just happened, but Eren doesn’t wait. He pulls out, only to push back in, driving himself deeper this time, bottoming out inside you with a groan that sends a wave of heat flooding your core.

You cry out, the sensation overwhelming as you scratch at his back, your nails digging into his skin in response. “Eren!” you gasp, your voice hoarse and needy. The pleasure is almost too much, every inch of him making you feel like you're losing control, like you're drowning in him.

Eren doesn’t give you a second to breathe. His pace is unforgiving, pushing in and out of you with a force that has you gripping the sheets, your body rocking against his with each powerful thrust. He’s relentless, his body moving with a rhythm that makes everything around you blur into nothing but the heat between the two of you.

“Fuck,” Eren mutters, his voice strained as he buries his face in your neck, kissing you roughly as his hips snap against yours. “You’re so fucking tight. God, I can’t get enough of you.”

The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with the desperate moans slipping from your lips. His thrusts are deeper now, harder, each movement pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His hands move to your chest, squeezing and caressing as his lips trail down your neck, leaving hot, hungry kisses behind.

You can’t think. All you can do is feel the way he fills you, the way he moves inside you, the way your body responds to every push, every pull. It’s intoxicating, overwhelming, and you can’t stop yourself from falling deeper into it.

Eren’s movements become frantic, urgent, like he’s chasing something. His body presses into yours, his chest against yours, as he speeds up, his pace unrelenting.

“Ren, please,” you beg, your voice trembling with need, your body writhing under him as you approach the edge again. “I’m so close…”

“Wait,” he growls against your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he thrusts harder, faster.

You hold on for as long as you can, every nerve in your body alive with anticipation. Finally, with a deep, forceful thrust, Eren pushes you over the edge, his name leaving your lips in a desperate cry as the intense pleasure crashes over you. Your body shakes beneath him, your vision blurring with the force of it.

But Eren doesn’t stop. His pace only quickens, pushing you through your release as his thrusts grow more erratic, desperate. You can feel him, his body moving with a rhythm that makes everything blur into just him, just this. With one last deep thrust, you feel him come undone, his body jerking against yours as he groans your name, spilling inside of you as his release mixes with yours.

His breath is ragged, but his grip on you never loosens, and he doesn’t pull away. Both of you are left trembling, hearts pounding in sync as the world around you fades into nothingness. You’re tangled together, too lost in each other to even move, both of you still breathing heavily as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through you.

The air feels thick, saturated with the aftershocks of everything that just happened. Tiredness creeps over you, your body spent, yet still entwined with his in the aftermath.

After a moment of stillness, Eren shifts, lifting his head to look at you. His gaze softens, and before you can fully register it, his lips are on yours, tender, gentle, a kiss that you’re not used to yet. 

It’s a kiss that holds more meaning than anything he could say, a kiss that speaks of comfort, of care, of the bond between you both. When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“We’ll talk about it... in the morning,” he murmurs, his voice low, yet filled with a promise. “We’ll work it out.”

You nod, feeling the exhaustion from everything that just unfolded, and as Eren pulls you closer, you let yourself drift into the quiet of his arms, the tension from earlier slowly melting away.

In that moment, nothing matters but the peace of being with him, tangled together under the weight of the night.

[nonepizzawithleftglitter]

I mean, I'm pretty far on the low end of the imagination spectrum - not quite aphantasia but when reading I don't really see anything but vaguely shaped blobs in a white void - so I actually am not imagining much of anything when reading. (It's great for watching movie adaptations "I did not imagine them to look like that!" meanwhile I'm like hih so that's what that grey shape is supposed to look like. Fun.)

But I am still perfectly capable of understanding what figurative language conveys. In a language that is not my native language. Which honestly just makes me more baffled at that type of people.

I’m so sorry but in the nicest way possible do yall actually read books or just read words??? Cause I’ve been seeing that trend of people not understanding how “snarled” and “eyes darkened” and “eyes softened” etc. was used in a book and like…

Genuinely, do yall just not have imagination?? Or not understand figurative language??? Also eyes do literally darken and soften have you not lived a life??? How do you read with no imagination? Is this how you get through so many books in one month - you simply don’t take the time the understand the words as they are read?

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° i bless the rain down in africa

( bllk boys x gn! reader )

♡ a/n — thinking abt going to a drive through safari with the bllk boys

♡ word count — 913

♡ content — sae itoshi x reader, shidou ryusei x reader, isagi yoichi x reader, yukimiya kenyu x reader, drive through safari, nickname 'babe' used (shidou), nickname 'my love' used (yukimiya), probably ooc, yuki's is short bc i ran out of brain power, not proofread.

♡ synopsis — bllk boys ( sae, shidou, isagi, and yukimiya) at a drive through safari with you :)

☾⋆⁺₊✧ sae itoshi

like the responsible ( and sensible ) person he is, he read the instructions that were on the infographic given to you two before he started driving through this 'safari' you so badly wanted to go to.

while you...well you threw it on the ground and grabbed two bags of feed so the two of you could feed the animals!

which is how you ended up in this position- a zebra head sticking through your window reaching for more food while you finally read the information,

"oh my god! sae! don't feed the zebras!!"

he wasn't. actually he wasn't feeding any animals- his window rolled up and the other bag of food in your lap.

or it was.

until the zebra reached in and grabbed the edge of the paper bag- making you scream in fear.

"sae-"

"you're gonna break my seatbelt." he said, face dead serious as he looked at you.

AS IF YOU CARED ABOUT A SEATBELT! THIS ZEBRA WAS ABOUT TO EAT YOU!

"pleasepleasepleaseplease don't-" you cried, squeezing your eyes shut as the zebra ripped the bag out of the window- making feed fly everywhere in the car.

you opened one of your eyes while your hand hastily reached to roll up your window, "i'm sorry-"

"you're cleaning it."

yeah, safe to say that you and sae weren't the biggest fans of the drive through safari.

☾⋆⁺₊✧ shidou ryusei

this was his idea. he showed you a video and decided that his day off after a hard game was the perfect day to go see all these animals and feed them!

and unfortunately for you, with a boyfriend like shidou- it's impossible to not have every small thing you two do together turns into a near death expierience.

like right now-

you were screaming, "oh my god! oh my god! let it go! roll up the window!" why, you ask?

because shidou had one arm wrapped on an ostrich while 3 other ostriches were trying to shove their heads into the car- all while shidou laughed and encouraged them with handfuls of feed.

"aw, why babe? we're friends can't cha see?" you'd always been your boyfriends biggest defender and supporter- always having a comeback for anytime someone said he was insane.

but now you were starting to understand why they would say that.

"ryu- JESUS!" you curled up in a ball in your seat, the terrifying bird using its long neck to try and grab the bag of feed that was in your hands. "just take it!!" you huffed, throwing the feed towards shidou...

which, thinking back on it- wasn't smart.

the ostriches began pecking at him- his hair, his shirt, his arms- not that they were purposefully trying to hurt him- no they just wanted the food!

and while you were freaking out, he was laughing in excitement, "see babe? i told you we were friends!"

yeah, your boyfriend is insane.

☾⋆⁺₊✧ isagi yoichi

you two decided that this would be a cute date idea! you, your loving boyfriend, and some cute animals? what could go wrong?

everything, actually.

you and isagi were both backed up against the center console- shoulders touching as the two of you screamed.

"isagi! make them leave!!"

"me? you do it!"

what you were so afraid of?

camels.

their freaky disgusting spit dripping into the car is what had you scared as you all but threw the feed at them- but in isagi's attempt to seem like a big and brave man- he hand fed one!

and it hadn't let go of his hand yet- licking all over and chasing his hand inside the window when he tried to pull away.

"they like you! get out and be with them!" you hit his shoulder, letting out a shrill cry when the camel by your window yawned- the animals stinky breath hitting you in the face.

"isagi yoichi if you don't get out i swear to god!"

and it was an accident- it really was- but isagi's foot slammed on the gas. not hitting any camels, but giving the both of you a heart attack big enough to make the two of you forget about the camels.

you turned to look at him, with his blue eyes staring back at you before he busted out laughing, you still on the verge of tears.

"that wasn't funny! get out!"

☾⋆⁺₊✧ kenyu yukimiya

it was just supposed to be a cute couples date while you two traveled for one of yukimiya's away games

one simple google search of ' what to do near me' gave you the answer of

' drive through safari '

and who didn't love feeding animals while driving and listening to calming music with the love of your life?

you. actually.

while your gorgeous and calm boyfriend was feeding a llama in his hand while petting its head, you were sobbing as a meaner - according to you - llama was at your window harassing you for food.

"yuki! please heLP-" you screamed- quickly grabbing more food as the llama on your side made a noise that sounded scarily like it was getting its spit ready.

you shakily extended your hand, jumping as the animal hastily started eating out of your hand

"drive kenyu. i'm not joking." you whispered as if you were scared the llama would hear you and commit an act of murder.

"oh, my love, they're sweet. why are you so scared?" he smiled as he cupped another hand of food- giving his charming smile to the llama.

"they only like pretty boys like you!!"

i'm laughing thinking abt this i hope yall like it

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

⋆.˚✮ 2025 ©airybcby ✮˚.⋆

[artpigeons]

"ohh 00s diet culture isn't back because of ozempic, you're overreacting"

idk i keep seeing previously size-inclusive brands remove plus-sized versions of their clothes from their catalogues entirely, even lines specifically aimed at bigger sizes are cutting their size range down and chopping the bigger ones. i keep seeing mean skinny tiktokers get famous because they said something rude about fat people. when i ask my doctor about weight loss (which my country's gender treatment clinic requires before i can access even preliminary talks about hrt), i'm immediately offered drugs about it - drugs which, according to the doctor, we don't know the long-term effects of. but surely! surely it can't be worse than being fat!

like why are people acting surprised? we've made being extremely wealthy the aspirational aesthetic to strive for, made 'being skinny and having a lot of time and money to stay beautiful' a not only viable but lucrative carreer for people, and then released a drug that is wildly expensive and will make people thin.

of course people are gonna make being thin the ultimate status symbol again - it more than ever before signals wealth and leisure-time.

like, do you think it's a coincidence that people are back to constantly spouting 'nothing tastes as good as skinny feels' again? and pretending being fat is a matter of lacking self-control around cake or whatever? as if people haven't spent decades trying to get these fucks to understand that actually healthy produce and the time to maintain your body are extreme luxuries in our society?

anyway my broke fat ass can't find pants i like and can afford because the size-inclusive lines i'd have shopped at previously have axed anything over a size xl

and like. i'm not even that fat. what the fuck do people bigger than me do. it's really heinous right now for fat peeps.