#usually people ignore them. and i could tell they weren't used to being watched

[cherrymoonvol6]

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[andillneverbethesame]

CASUAL

❥ draco malfoy x reader

❥ warnings; oral sex, implied vaginal sex, not reread — may contain gramatical mistakes

❥ word count; 2,3k

❥ a/n; ik i should be prob writing your ts requests but i've been listening to casual by chappel roan sm lately and got idea for this fic sorry for the second smut not being written. i realized how much i don't like writing it.

you and your dear friend daphne greengrass were seated in the slytherin's common room sofa, doing your potion's homework on the last minute.

"ugh, does snape hate us? this is an awful homework!" daphne complained with her head in her hands.

"i agree," you spoke. "this is taking forever. and i gotta meet draco in-" you checked your watch "-fifteen minutes."

daphne sighed, making you glance at her with a raised eyebrow.

"got a problem, greengrass?"

she stared at you, contemplaining on what she should say. "i think you're a loser that you're still hanging around and let him treat you like that."

daphne didn't like draco before this thing between you two even started, none of your friends did. but they hate him even more, knowing he's wiping the floor with you.

"you don't know how sweet he actually is," you tried to convince her. and a bit yourself, too.

"it's a facade."

in that moment, you could see from the corner of your eye two girls walking past you and eyeing you up and down.

"do you think it's serious between her and malfoy?" asked one the other.

"nah. nott said malfoy told him she's just a girl he bangs on his couch." answered the other.

you froze. this was so humiliating. you could only hope that those were just rumours and draco never said anything like that to theodore. you could ask nott, but you doubt he would tell you if he really heard him say that. him and draco were the best of friends.

you met daphne's look that clearly said, "i told you so."

"oh, fuck off!" you packed your things and left the common room.

draco said to meet him in the library, so that's where you were heading. on your way there, you tried your best to ignore the looks and the whispers of other people. it was a date night, after all. you were determined not to let your mood be ruind by silly things like that.

the library was quiet as always. you always thought draco asked to meet you there because it's such a calm, romantic place. plus, both you and draco loved reading so you'd spent your date time like that. however, daphne suggested a few weeks ago that the reason draco wanted to meet in the library, was the fact that there weren't much people in the evening hours, so no one would see you there. you could only hope that that wasn't the case.

you found him at his usual spot in the right back corner of the library.

but he was not alone.

he was seated at the table while pansy parkinson was sitting on the table with her legs crossed. you could see her fingers slightly lifting up her skirt, revealing her underwear. and the worst thing was: draco was looking. and by the way he smirked and licked his lips, he liked it.

rage filled your entire body but you decided to play it cool. you put on a smile and made your way over to them.

"hey, pansy," you said, still smiling brightly. "didn't expect to see you here. haven't you got a better thing to do than flirting with other girl's man?"

she rolled her eyes and got off the table. she send draco a wink and blew him a kiss before leaving.

you huffed and took a seat opposite to draco. he continued on reading his book, but as if he could feel the daggers you've been sending through his head, he lifted his gaze.

"what?" he asked, acting clueless.

"care to explain why it looked like if i didn't walk in you two would be shagging each other's brains out?"

"we wouldn't." you swore you could see his eyes crinkling. what a fucking liar. "why do you care anyway? are you jealous?"

"yeah, i am!" you admitted. "we are together. you have me. so why do you still cave other's girl attention so badly?"

he snorted. "we're not together."

you froze, feeling humiliated once again. this was so embarassing you wished you had the ability to melt into the ground. but you didn't. all you could do was stare at him for a few seconds before letting a faint "oh" leave your lips. you couldn't help it. tears started to form in the corners of your eyes.

draco saw that. "i'm sorry, baby. i told you no attachment." his arm reached over the table and placed it over yours.

"i know. you're right. i'm sorry," you apologized although you had nothing to apologize for.

draco stood up from his seat and kneeled in front of you. "it's okay, i forgive you. you're someone i couldn't lose." and then, his hands went to the sides of your face and his lips to yours. although, you were deep down still feeling angry. the feeling of his kiss made it vanish.

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"oh merlin!"

you were in draco's limousine, your legs were over the boy's shoulders and his head was between your thighs. you gripped his blonde hair. he was truly a master at this. his tongue worked perfectly on you, eating you out as if he was starved and as if he never tasted anything better.

you were sure his fingers would leave a mark from the tight hold on your outer thighs. but you didn't mind. it would be there to remind you of the best head of your life.

his tongue flicked over your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body each time he touched that one spot that caused you to see heaven. your eyes were rolled to the back of your head as your nails dugged into the skin of his shoulders. you were close to the edge despite it being only five minutes.

your glassy eyes watched him. it was truly a wonderful sight that could alone make you come. and then, his icy blue eyes met yours. and that was all you needed to fall apart under his touch.

when you finally collected yourself and draco wiped his mouth with a napkin he pulled from the back pocket of his pants, you two sat in silence with your head on his shoulder and his arm around your body. this was one of the moments you refused to believe that draco believed it was casual. him kissing the top of your head, his fingers intertwined with yours, him smiling when you drew a heart on the limousine's foggy window-

"would you like to meet my mother?"

-him asking you to meet his mother-

wait. what?

your eyes went wide as you pulled away from his embrace. "what?"

he shrugged. "my mum wants to meet you."

you raised an eyebrow and smiled. "you told your mum about me?" that was surprising. i mean, sure, you told your mum about him too, but that was different. this meant everything to you while it meant very little to nothing to draco.

"no," he shook his head and your smile dropped. "i'd bet all my money it was zabini or nott."

"oh, right. well, if you'd like me to, i'd like to meet your mum."

"great," he nodded. "i think you'd like her. i'm not so sure about my dad but. . ." he didn't finish his sentence and you didn't ask kim, knbowing how the relationship between him and lucius was.

you were about to meet his parents. was it still casual?

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you gasped at the sight of the malfoy manor. it was twice bigger than you expected. the gate opened and you two walked in to the property.

"how rich are you?" you asked him, still gaping.

"enough to never have to work for the rest of my life," he replied with a smirk.

"hm, i'd like that."

and then, your mind began on creating fantasies again. you were dumb. but you loved it. you dreamt of you and draco in a year, after you two graduate. you dreamt of living together and it didn't have to be in a manor large like this one. it could be in a room at three broomsticks. it didn't matter as long as you two were together. and then, maybe you two would be something. and he'd show you off to everyone.

you blushed at the thought. these fantasies are fatal.

draco opened the large door to the manor and you two walked in. for some reason, it was a bit colder than the outside air but you could imagine yourself spending time there.

"mother?" draco called out but there was no response. but then, an elf walked into the hallway and the boy asked him, "dobby, where are mother and father?"

"t-they are out, mr malfoy. they are taking care of some business," he replied, his voice shaking.

draco nodded, looking as if he knew what business the elf was talking about. he turned to you and said, "let's go. we'll wait in my room."

he took a hold of your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, making fireworks explode inside of you.

his room was quite small compared to the other rooms in the manor, but it was very cozy anyway. he had the dark walls covered with posters of his favourite quidditch team and also with pictures. you took your time walking around and exploring. there were countless of photographs with him and his friends, two or three with his mother (zero with his father) and one with. . .

you.

it was a photo of you two on one of slytherin's party, before you started hooking up, you were sitting on the common's room sofa with your arm around him and his hand on your knee. you already fancied him at this point. the look in your eyes as you gazed at him couldn't be missed.

you really did love him.

you turned around, still smiling. you found him sitting on his bed so you took the advantage and began to straddle him. his head hit the matress as his hands gripped your hips. your fingers found its way to his colar, untying his tie.

"what do you say to a little fun before dinner?"

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"draco!" female voice echoes through the manor. "we're home! you can come downstairs!"

you two spent the last fifteen minutes in his bed, in silence.

"well, we definitely can't come down looking like this." you both were still naked, not bothering to put on your clothes just yet. your hair were a mess and your lipstick was smudged from the endless making out.

you got up to find your clothes since they were scattered everywhere across the floor.

"have you seen my bra?" you asked draco after you found your panties. you saw him holding it, expecting to give it to you. but instead of that, he send you a wink, turned around and put it in one of his drawer.

a light laugh slip passed your lips. "you dick. that's my favourite one!"

"well," he shrugge, "it's mine now, sorry."

you rolled your eyes and slipped on your maroon dress. this one was a gift from draco for your birthday.

right after that, you grabbed your clutch and walked into the bathroom to fix your appearance.

"a question," you called out to draco.

"yeah?"

"what did you say to your mum?"

"what do you mean?"

"well," you paused to put on your lipstick. "what did you tell her about us and our relationship status?"

he leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms on his chest. "what would i tell her? i didn't tell her anything."

"oh. . . then what. . . are we?"

you heard him sigh. "y/n, why do you expect another answer? we're casual. i told you that at least a hundred times."

casual.

a perfect evening ruined by one fucking word.

you were so done with this.

"casual?" you repeated, turning around to face him. "i'm about to meet your fucking parents, draco. what the fuck do you mean that we're casual? do i mean nothing more to you than an occasional shag? why, draco, why?"

"i told you, i'm not ready for a relationship," he tried to reason.

"not ready for a relationship? you like ten girlfriends before me, how can you be not ready? at least tell the truth and say you don't want to be with me."

"oh merlin." he exhaled. "you know that's not true. why are you so bitter about it?"

"i'm meeting your parents," you repeated for the second time. "you take me out on dates, you buy me an expensive dress, you even talked about a future with me in it once but then you say it's casual and you wonder why i'm bitter?"

"but i told you countless times we're not together-"

"draco!" his mother's voice called again.

"we'll be there in a minute!" he yelled. his voice sounded a bit harsher than he intented it to be. "i tell you we're not together all the time and you always say it's fine. but i can tell it's obviously not. so why are you still hanging around?"

you nodded. "you know what? you're right. i tried hard to be the calm girl that holds her tongue and gives you space, but honestly? i'm not. and i'm exhausted of pretending to be in case you change your mind one day and tell me you wanna be with me." you began to pack your things.

"wait. don't." you stopped, hoping he'll say the right things. but the next words were a dissapointment. "what do i tell my parents?"

you shrugged. "say what you tell to your friends. it's casual. so there's really no point in meeting them." you walked past him with a sweet fake smile and before he could say anything, you were out of sight.

[cvnt4him]

can i req izuku x masochist!gf !! how would that go

Hmmm.. we all know this guy as a sweetie pie cutie patootie [who can kill but chooses not to] I wonder if he even has the balls to do anything to us chat

Izuku as your boyfriend is nothing more than pure bliss. He's such a sweetie pie like actually, he buys you flowers when you first start dating, he buys you snacks constantly, makes sure to have things on him that he feels you'd need and so much more.

He's a good boyfriend overall, the first month of your relationship is when he gets kind of okay it's the idea of public PDA. Izuku doesn't mind when you hug him or kiss his cheek in front of others, especially if he's feeling overstimulated and just needs to get away, hugging him from behind usually calms his nerves a bit, he admires you for knowing how he feels. One thing that could make him blow his pants or burst into tears is when you hold his hands or kiss them. Just showing his hands love basically.

One time the two of you were studying in the library alone at one of the more hidden tables, it was quiet and you two weren't really talking to each other either. He was writing something in his notebook and you just couldn't stop staring at him, specifically his hands. They were so thick and some veins trickled across it, his hands were much bigger than yours. The thought alone about how much smaller you are than his hands really did something to you, you started imagining his hand wrapping around your neck, and with how thick his fingers are how much better they'd feel inside of you than your own. How they'd find such a sweet home inside of you.

Your thighs clamped together to satiate the burning feeling starting to grow inside do you, you slightly bit your lip and moved your hand closer to his before you held it gently. Izuku nearly jumped out of his seat at the contact, his confused wide eyes searched your face that didn't even notice he was staring at you, you traced his scars with your fingers and a smile went to your face.

A wobbly smile appeared on his face with tears filling his eyes, you looked at his hands, his scars so lovingly, it was like you truly loved all of him and he's never felt this loved in his life. Honestly izuku feels as if he doesn't deserve a girlfriend, he always thought he'd never get one so trying to obtain one was never a priority. When you asked him to be your boyfriend he actually cried in your arms, it was the most adorable thing you'd ever seen.

Once you were about 3-4 months in your relationship izuku got comfortable with the idea of you cuddling him or him cuddling you, just you two holding each other. He was more okay with the idea of you guys being alone in either of your dorms. Some people didn't really notice you guys were dating due to lack of PDA, specifically denki. He'd flirt with you and you'd simply giggle and tell him you had a boyfriend, however he always assumed you were just saying that. Denki never really pushed you beyond your comfort zone, he knew you likes the flirtatious jokes, izuku however did not.

He assumed that denki was bothering you and making you uncomfortable. Izuku didn't know how to go about making your relationship seem more... More? Just more visible to others. He didn't really want to make a huge scene over you two but he wanted others to know that you were his and he was yours. Happily.

When you two were cuddling and watching a movie he kept sighing dramatically and glancing at you to see if you'd noticed. It was so cute, he wanted your attention so badly but you wanted to hear him just for a bit longer. He knew you were ignoring him based on how you would smile every time he sighed. His brows furrowed and his lips turned into a pout, this time his sigh was a desperate whine. He laid his head in your lap and looked up at you with those big wide emerald green orbs of his.

You giggle and run your fingers through his messy curls, he leaned his head into your hand and closed his eyes, his pout disappearing as a smile formed instead. He looked up at you with his glossy eyes and pretty smile on that adorable freckled face of his. You leaned down and kissed his forehead gently, making him blush intensively.

"what's the matter baby?"

You ask still curling his forest green locs around your fingers while staring down at his beautiful face.

He hums sits up to face you, he sighs trying to find the correct words. He didn't want to appear jealous or anything but.. he hated how denki was towards you. It just ticked him off.

"I just don't like how some people flirt with you despite us being together.."

You him and kiss his cheek making his pout that was becoming visible again, disappear. He whined again trying to hide his face with his hand, you knew how to fluster him terribly and it always got you going. He was so easy to tease.

You pull him into a soft kiss, gently moving your lips against his slowly. His eyes widened before they fluttered shut, he let out little noises inside of the kiss that began to be fueled by something more; passion. You pushed your body against his which made him lean back into the bed, he moaned as he felt your breasts against his chest. You move this kiss down to his neck and gently nipped and placed little kisses at it.

He let out little mewls as his eyes fluttered, you guys had always made out but It would be ended by izuku whenever he found himself getting hard. He didn't want to push you past your comfort so he never initiated sex. You grinded your hips into his and a whiney moan ripped out of him. You chuckled in his ear and continued your swift motions making his arms go weak, he was holding himself up on his elbows but the more you rubbed your clothed cunt across his hard cock he just felt as if he were going to collapse.

That's how you both lost your virginities, it was a magical way to have both of your first times. His moans were heavenly, if you could mast recall.

The more you two got comfortable with it, you started having a whole lot more sex. It's like izuku was so addicted to it, you could have sex one day and like 2 days later he's ready to go again. It was so easy to get him going, really it was.

Izuku always knew how to please you in a good way, but recently you've been wanting... More.

You find yourself underneath him as he grinds his growing cock into your thigh, he was suckling and licking on your boobs and leaving hickies all over them. It was feeling so good but you craved more, a thirst for sexual gratification.

"izuku.. can we uhm.. try something new maybe?"

You ask hesitantly, he hums and lifts off of you onto his knees. He turns his head to the side like a puppy, he's curious on what exactly you want to try.

"maybe like.. you be a bit tougher with me?"

"li.. like I.. choke you? Or something..."

"yeah! Exactly that! And just a bit.. more?"

"well... What do you mean by more?"

Izuku had your hips lifted and your back arched into quite a painful way, he was pounding into you at an insane pace making his bed creak, it normally didn't but with how hard he was rocking his hips into your ass the bed couldn't help but to move akong with you.

His grunts and moans were quieted with how he bit into your shoulder making you cry out loud, you cried his name in slobber filled sobs that had his cock twitching inside of you. He slapped your ass which made your body jolt forward only for him to pull you back by your hair, one of his hands that was on your hips snuck it's way to your neck, applying light pressure to it.

You couldn't help but to squeeze around his cock from how gentle he was still being with you despite rocking your body. He kissed your shoulder where he bit at and whispered such filthy things that didn't even sound like him.

"you-- shit.. fit so perfectly around my cock sweetheart.."

"god..~ you were made for it.. fuck-- made for me.."

He groans deeply into your ear, a snarl pulling at his lips as he looks at the way your body bounces back to him after he thrusts, the way you moan and cry out for him. It was all stroking his ego in the best way, you wanted him in this way. you wanted him to fuck you like a slut.

"f- fuck..,"

He growls lowly, your eyes rolled back at how gutteral and deep his voice sounded, such filthy words leaving his innocent mouth. It's like you'd turned him into a completely different person.

Izuku stops for a second making you whine, he pulls out leaving you empty and clenching around nothing, he flips you into your back in one swift motion before planting his feet into the ground and slams his fat cock back into your warm cunt. A moan ripped out of the both of you as he leaned down into you, kissing your lips gently before he started moving. He wanted you to know despite everything going on right now he still loves you, more than anything in this world.

You give him a weary smile with dry and crusted tear stains painting your face, before you knew it izuku rammed his thick cock into your cunt once more, knocking all of the wind out of your body, your lungs desperate for air. He greedily thrusts in and out of you, trying hard to hold his whimpers in but your cunt was dragging across his leaky cock so deliciously, you twitch and convexed around his cock making him whine, his stupid thick cock was stretching you out so perfectly, new tears appearing at your waterline and prickling down your cheeks, the immense pleasure overstimulating you and causing a tinge of pain inside.

Your eyes cross and your mouth falls open as his cock continuously pistons in and out of you, making your bodies rock together in a messy uncoordinated motion. the sounds were so lewd they were staring to get to him, you had came so many times that you honestly couldn't stop, izuku hadn't cum once, he wanted to assure that you were having the time of your life before he spilled his messy white cum inside of you.

The noises of your own sloppy, squelching cunt was too much, your cum had started frothing at the base of his girth cock, he looked down at where you two met and just couldn't hold himself back, the sight the noises, it was all too much for your poor izu to handle. His hips stuttered and sheepishly jerked against yours before he emptied his nuts inside of you. His body jolted forward and he moaned sluttyly. Izukus cum was reaching so deep inside of you, you sighed when you felt the hot cum enter you.

He collapsed onto of you, his sweaty body tired and spent from fucking you so roughly, his bed had never creaked or moved like that before so he was sure that something might've been broken or out of place.

Izuku fell asleep on top of you, his soft cock still twitching lightly inside of you. You whimper at the thickness of him still being plugged deep into you.

AN: this one was posted at quite an early time, I nearly missed yesterday 💀 so glad I got this out of the way instead of waiting until the very last minute like a fucking idiot

[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

"Told him go put my name on his account

because when I need money, I ain't tryna wait"

Sugar daddy!König x stripper reader. First time you met at the stripclub, he was so nervous to talk to you that he didn't know what to do with himself. He was dressed in a button up and slacks, perfectly tailored to his long limbs and not a wrinkle in sight. He just kept handing you 20s every couple of minutes while you talked to him, sitting on his thigh. You just kept rambling on and on about the newest outfits you've bought and your skincare routine. His jaw was clenched hard while he focused on listening to you, trying to ignore his painfully hard dick tucked up into his waistband. It made him feel so special when you gave him your number. Of course it was a fake number you gave every customer so you can let them know when you're coming to work. But he didn't know any better. He lost it when he got a text from you the following week,

"Working today! Come see me?❤️"

He didn't know you were just clicking through the list of customers on your texting app and sending the same message. He got at the club two hours before you even stepped into the changing room. He'd awkwardly shoo away other dancers away saying he was waiting for you. It was the same thing every time you worked; sitting on his thigh talking about frivolous things while he handed you 20s. He didn't even get a lap dance from you until a solid two months of coming to the club. And when it finally did happen, you could see the deep shade of red his face turned even in the dim lights. He didn't even properly say goodbye before leaving the club. Practically sprinted to his car, desperately undid his slacks and aggressively fucked his fist in the parking lot. Every detail of you vividly emblazoned in his mind despite how dark it was. Slammed his hand down his aching shaft repeatedly, imagining it was your perfect ass bouncing up and down on him. Wondered if your skin tasted as good as it smelled. He spills a hot thick load on his button up, whimpering. Staring at the ceiling of his car; he's thankful for the tinted windows on his Range Rover.

As the months went on, he would bring gifts to the club; watches, earrings, bags, even skincare products that you brought up when you first met. Your coworkers oohed and ahhed, talked about how lucky you are to have such a hot guy be your top client. How it was even better that he barely talked.

One day he timidly asks for your real name before handing you a fat stack of 20s, promising he'll keep it a secret. You were gonna tell him either way, but the money didn't hurt. You even gave him your real number. You already liked him, you were just afraid to complicate things. He promised he would keep it simple. Just let him take care of you: How could you say no?

So you went on your first date together. Met up right outside the restaurant. Both of you got a better look at each other now that you weren't in a dark club, it was so weird seeing him for the first time while not wearing a skimpy bikini. You still had the same effect on him though: the dress you wore made him so hot under the collar, he could melt right then and there. Also, he was used to you being...taller? It was probably the impossibly tall shoes you donned at work. But there you were, in normal heels (even they were high, though). He still towered over your either way. He was somehow even hotter in this light, subtle scars across his face and sleepy eyes that were accentuated by annoyingly long lashes.

You were the only people in the restaurant which was unexpected because of how popular it was. (He had bought the whole place out, of course. He just couldn't imagine being distracted by other people while trying to impress you on your first real date.) As usual, he smiled when you touched his arm or laughed at your own joke. As usual, you were the one leading the conversation. As usual, he only spoke when you asked him a question.

At the end of the date, instead of calling a cab to take you home; you asked him to drive you. Then you asked him to walk you up to your place. Then you asked him to come in for tea. Then you asked him to rail you over the kitchen island. He turned a darling shade of pink that made you giggle.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to..."

He stood awkwardly in your kitchen, shifting uncomfortably.

"No, I really want this. I promise."

You assured him, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. He swallowed hard, and blinked. He felt so guilty because he didn't want to take advantage of you. But God did he want you in a way that was downright wicked. You tugged at his collar and kissed him as he was in the middle of fighting with himself. Your lips were so soft, the softest things he ever kissed. God was it divine.

In the blink of an eye, you were leaning your elbows on the counter with your legs open. Of course he wanted get waterboard by your pussy first but you looked too fucking good bent over in that dress that hugged your curves so well. The way your heels have you standing on the balls of your feet, accentuating your legs and making your ass stick out, he was literally drooling. He slid your dress up and moaned when he saw how soaked you were. Pussy so fat it almost ate up the small thong you were wearing. He gently slid it to the side and got weak in the knees seeing your pretty lips for the first time. He quickly undid his pants, giving himself a couple tugs enjoying the way you swayed your hips. He teased his way inside, swiping his tip through your slick to lube himself up. Almost came right when he stuck his thick tip in. He didn't even slide himself all the way in; afraid to hurt you, no matter how much you begged. It took everything in him to not release until you did. He grit his teeth so hard trying to control himself he gave himself a headache. He made the sweetest moans and whimpers.

"Mein Engel, mein Engel~"

He'd repeat. It was honestly the most noise you've ever heard come from this man. He was obsessed with the way you gripped him. You looked back right into his eyes and begged for him to give you every last inch. He couldn't help himself, he slammed his hips against your ass. Knocked the wind right out of you. His fingers dug into your hips as he lost control of himself; repeatedly digging into you with his fat shaft. Every pump was a bruising kiss to your cervix. It hurt. It was heavenly. Your legs started shaking so bad your knees gave out and he held you up by the hips, just lifting you enough to make your stand on your tiptoes. Fucked you right through your orgasm; he held off for this long, might as well make the most of it. Every pump after that just sent you more into a stupor until he finished inside you, you didn't even realize you were begging for him to do that. Just dick drunk and hypnotized.

You didn't take the cash he offered before he walked out, that would make this whole moment feel transactional, cheapen the moment. You weren't having sex with him because he gave you money. You were having sex with him because you liked him, because he took care of you. And you wanted to take care of him. Oh and you knew after having sex he'd probably give you every cent in his pocket anyway.

As you closed the door you squealed to yourself , God how did you get so lucky? You were just happy wanted to get off to the real thing after touching yourself for months to the thought of him. To be honest, you've wanting to fuck him since you first met him. Saw his hard dick the very first time you were sitting on his thigh.

He paid you to take a day off, then a week off, then a monthly allowance. You quit to just get taken care by him. Never saw a bill, he just paid for it. Gave you enough money to feel secure if you ever split up. He made you an authorized user on his credit card so you could build your credit. Even with the age gap, you looked like a perfect couple walking down the street arm in arm.

Might do a more nasty part 2 LMAO

[m3vl0vesu]

Too safe

Red Hood x Reader No real warning, just a bit of sleep deprivation. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

A tired Red Hood had just stepped into your apartment for the umpteenth time this month. Despite him being built like a tank, you never, never, heard him coming in. It’s not exactly the best thought to know that the crime lord could just easily break into this shitty place you called home. If being on the fifth floor didn’t stop him, why and how would some lousy lock? 

.

.

He’s less than pleased when he sees his latest interest wide awake. That was another thing you also should be concerned about, the way he had a habit of breaking in just to…watch you sleep. Not in a weird way! Of course, it was…friendly. Yeah, friendly. He watched you through the helmet, the way your eyes were barely paying attention to the bright screen, the way your hair looked messier than usual, the way the only sound that filled the room was your breathing. He loved and hated seeing his precious person so exhausted. Your skin crawled at the robotic voice calling your name, almost jumping. But you knew, knew that it was him, knew that he’s been later than usual and that he’d probably try to drag your body to bed

“Red.” Wow, when did your throat get so dry? Where was the water bottle, or water bottles? You rubbed at your eyes, it didn’t help but oh well. What was the time? You were still in your apartment right? You were so out of it, countless hours had passed since your e/c eyes weren't glued to a device that your eyes actually stung when you looked away. “It’s almost four.” The robotic voice spoke again, that pounding head of yours finally faced the familiar tic tac shaped helmet. “I…knew that.” Nope, you did not. “Why aren’t you asleep?” For some reason he had the ability to pull the answers out of you, even if your brain didn’t really process the questions. Maybe it came with the whole vigilante schtick. Or the fact that he had killed people before…probably the latter. “Can’t.” The one word answers and shrugs will have to do for now, you needed water. Sadly the water bottles that were scattered in front of you were all empty. Huh. You didn’t remember drinking all that, but then again most of the week was a blur. Work, home, Gotham's shittiness. All an endless cycle of despair that you were trapped in… “Hey.” Right. Red was still here “Hm?” Or was she hallucinating again? God, everything felt heavy. The clothes on your back, the hair on your head…your eyes…

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“Drink this.” Huh? Oh, right. He was here.

Your eyes glanced at the littered coffee table, clean water in a clean glass. Swore they were all dirty. As one hand steadied her laptop sitting on her…lap, one lifted the glass to your lips. It soothed your dry throat but it was an odd feeling knowing who was staring at you, well you didn’t really know him but you get the gist. His presence certainly didn’t go unnoticed, I mean who could ignore the literal brick wall towering over them as they sat on their worn out couch. Not you. “Your eyes are bloodshot” were they? “And your eye bags…” Hearing the sigh that escaped him didn’t surprise you, after all failure expects disappointment. As seconds pass by you continue with the doom-scrolling, eyes only just scanning over the media. There's a second sigh, you practically could hear the eye roll. “No more, of whatever you're doing.” he said, gesturing towards you. Ouch. Why did that kinda hurt? Did you need to be doing something right now? Emails…? As your brain tries to use its last working cells you feel the device being pulled away from your hands. “No-hey…” you tried your best to be annoyed but really you were too weak to fight back. You did need sleep but…no you couldn’t. “Let's get you to bed.” Curse him. Curse his amazing physique, curse his demanding aura, curse him. Even with the voice modulator you could tell that he was being genuinely caring, something you probably needed. “But I have stuff to do, I know it. Maybe with work I...”

You were rambling, your ears tuning out the sound of your own voice. Why was this armed man never annoyed with you? You could faintly feel his gloved hands on the small of her back. Gloved, they were always gloved. Maybe he was a germaphobe? Hah…that would be funny. You feel the softness of your covers take over you and you realise he’s winning. “My laptop is-” “Safe and not needed.” Awh. You wanted the last word.

 Knowing this was the first time you had touched your bed in like 58 hours was making it hard to come up with some snarky remark. Maybe…a nap wouldn’t hurt. Was she still rambling, was he still here? She probably should be hoping that he wasn’t but for some reason, some idiotic reason, she felt safe with him. Too safe…but it was probably nothing. . . . He was tired, but seeing you finally asleep set something off in him. This certainly wasn’t the last time he would smile softly at her behind the helmet, and it certainly wasn’t the first. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A/N:I am very sleep deprived sadly :'( Always let me know what you think and what I could improve on!! Like always M3v loves YOU

[madschiavelique]

GOD I AM SO FERAL FOR SUB!READER W/ MIGUEL AND PETER (im so sorry for the all caps its how I show my enthusiasm 😭😭) but I rlly wanna see the yandere hcs ,,

SO AM I BESTIE SO AM I

headcanon : yandere!miguel o'hara x reader x yandere!peter b parker content warnings : yandere content, mention of violence (miguel and peter killing torturing and killing someone), reader being injured, peter and miguel are really manipulative in this, genderneutral!reader, no use of Y/N word count : 1,4k tag list : @fandom-ash

firstly, they'd had their eye on you for some time now

you were a much-loved spider, and everywhere you went people were smiling and complimenting you, not so much for what you did as a spider, but because you had such a delightful personality

you'd only recently made your debut with the Spider Society, and Peter and Miguel in turn seemed to slowly fall under your spell

peter came to see you regularly to check up on you, and Miguel called you more often to get more details about your reports

then one day Miguel started keeping a tab open on the side of his business activities with your locations backed up by surveillance cameras

obtaining a watch for you had turned out to be the quickest watch delegation in Spider Socety's history

the attraction they felt for you was becoming far too great to ignore, even for the workaholic Miguel, who thinks of nothing else but the maintenance and balance of the universe

peter had been following you around the society from higher up, and one day he noticed something that he immediately reported to Miguel: you were starting to see another spider on a regular basis.

he was such a lesser guy than Miguel and Peter that they wondered how you could have even crossed his path

you started greeting him every day, laughing with him, joking around, and they watched from afar

well, as long as you were just friends, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

but just as Peter was coming to eat with you in the cafeteria, the notorious undesirable individual showed up and sat down next to you.

too close, Peter thought. How could you smile at him, laugh at his jokes?

and what he saw made his jaw clench: the spider's hand caressed your cheek

how could he breathe the same air as you?

miguel had obviously seen the whole scene from the security screens, and he'd nearly smashed one of the desks

the next day, when you ventured to the cafeteria as usual, you didn't find your spider in your usual spot

strange, he never failed to find you here, but instead you found Miguel and Peter, coming to sit with them.

when you asked them if they'd seen him, they replied that he had some business in his own reality that required him to stay away from the Society for a while

of course, they would never tell you how slow and painful his death had been

as the months passed, you inevitably grew closer to Miguel and Peter. Since they were gradually pushing every one of your friends and acquaintances away from you, they were the only ones left.

you visited them more frequently, sometimes just keeping them company while they took care of reports.

you had become an inseparable trio, and not a day went by when you weren't with them.

in fact, they started gaining new habits such like showering you with gifts

everything they do to make sure you're comfortable enough to never ever think of leaving them is pretty amazing

(as if you had a choice to leave anyway)

saw a new cute little top that you like? already yours

it was almost uncanny how much they observed the details in your behavior

sometimes you'd simply walk past something, your gaze lingering on it for a few seconds longer than you'd normally wear it out, and the same day you'd find yourself with it in your hands

because let's be honest, they're extremely rich.

The technological advances Miguel had brought to the entire dimension had made him rich for the rest of his life and beyond, so he had no worries about covering you in anything you wanted.

and as for Peter, you weren't sure how he managed it, but what you were sure of was that he, too, had no financial worries

they were becoming a little more tactile too

peter took your hand in his, caressing your back and cheek gently, while Miguel had got into the habit of having you sit against him while he worked

your whole day consisted of keeping them company, but you had duties as a citizen of the Society

however, since they ran the Society, they could change the rules just for you right ?

it had started slowly, with them preventing you from going on missions and putting other spiders on the job

but your spider instincts soon kicked in, and you insisted on going on the mission

so they had a silent agreement that their eyes exchanged and managed to find an anomaly that was far too tough, sending you out in its dimension, alone, supervising you with the security screens

the anomaly was horrible, far too fast for you, far too powerful, far too cruel. It wounded you with terrible ease, while you struggled to even scratch it.

you found yourself in a corner, at the mercy of the anomaly, and of course, absolute fear gripped you along with the panic of not getting out of there

you screamed repeatedly for them to come and get you, as the anomaly was closing in fast, but they needed you to understand. you were completely weakened and scared you'd never be able to finish this fight, tears streaming down your cheeks as you called out to them, and they finally arrived.

they quickly took care of the anomaly, then came back to you, sobbing and shaking in the corner. they took you in their arms, cuddling you gently, whispering "now you see why we don't want to send you on a mission? it's far too dangerous, do you understand?"

you had to go through a painful little lesson to realize how much you needed them, didn't you?

they took you back to the infirmary, where they remained at your bedside until your recovery was complete

since then, you've never been on a mission again

you were a little bit too traumatized by the experience, and they'd managed to make sure that they were the only people you could turn to in case of trouble

so they offered to let you live in their apartment so they could be ready to provide for your every need, which you accepted. and on the very day of the offer, you moved in with them - they'd already had a room ready for you about a month before

it wasn't long before the three of you were growing closer together - which is, of course, somewhat inevitable when three people live together

the looks Miguel and Peter sometimes shared when they saw you were full of pride and mischief

they frequently exchanged them. when you'd come out of the shower for instance, when they'd deliberately remove your clothes from the bathroom while you were showering to see you dressed only with a towel to look for clothes - it always ended up with Miguel and Peter making you wear clothes of their choice

soon enough, you were an official trouple

from then on, you'd always have something on you to show that you belonged together: a necklace, a bracelet, you'd wear one of their t-shirts-

speaking of which, the first time they saw you wearing one of their T-shirts, they froze in their tracks while you simply went about your life in the apartment

you didn't go out for a week after that. the reason? there were several, such as the fact that, obviously, as beautiful as you were in their clothes, they couldn't allow anyone but themselves to see you like that, but also, and above all, because you hadn't been able to walk properly all week...

once you'd had the misfortune to go out without telling them, just to buy ingredients for cookies to make them a treat, and they'd moved heaven and earth to find you until you came home like a flower.

you'd been badly scolded. what if something had happened to you and they hadn't been able to get there in time to help? what if someone came to you and asked you to do a job for them that you couldn't refuse? What if someone was mean to you?

their anger had frightened you terribly, and you'd ended up in tears

they took you in their arms, reassuring you, comforting you and making you promise never to do anything like that again

it was from that moment on that your restrictions on going out were tightened. you couldn't go out without the company of one of them, and if you wanted to go out alone, Lyla was there to watch your every move.

one thing was certain: they were loving and soft, as long as you obeyed them

[vikkirosko]

If you're not overwhelmed with too many requests and aren't busy, can I ask for, Hazbin Hotel characters Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Alastor to react to their girlfriend s/o punching their harasser in the face and knocking them out with one punch, please and thank you.

Headcanons Protection from a harasser

🌈 Charlie Morningstar x fem!Reader 🎶

Charlie knew that because you supported her idea of rehabilitating sinners, some people began to treat you worse, but she could not even imagine that you would have a stalker. One sinner constantly followed you when you went out somewhere on the street. At first you didn't pay attention to it, but when you began to see this sinner more and more often, you began to worry and told Charlie about it

At first you tried to ignore it. Charlie thought your stalker would leave you alone, but it wasn't. The sinner continued to haunt you even when you and Charlie were together and only in the hotel could you feel safe for now. However, sometimes Charlie was afraid that your stalker might be emboldened and break into the hotel. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, but she didn't want to solve this situation by creating a new conflict

When you and Charlie went to buy some materials for the restoration of the hotel, your stalker tried to grab you. Charlie expected that she would have to intervene, but you did something that she did not expect from you. You punched your pursuer in the face with all your might. Your blow was strong enough to make your pursuer lose consciousness and judging by your formidable appearance, you were ready to continue defending yourself if the need arose

After you rebuffed your persecutor, you no longer saw this sinner. You were firmly convinced that you weren't going to put up with this anymore. You were going to protect yourself and Charlie and she was proud that you found the determination to do it

❌ Vaggie x fem!Reader 🎀

Vaggie noticed that you often seemed to be followed by the same sinner before you. She told you about it, fearing that you might have been harmed, but you tried to calm her down, saying that everything was fine and that she was just paranoid. Vaggie didn't really believe in it, because her premonition rarely let her down, and when you told her that that sinner really began to be suspiciously close to you and watch you, she realized that you were actually being persecuted

Vaggie was ready for your stalker to try to attack you. She was ready for the fact that she would need to protect you, but so far your pursuer has not made any attempts to get closer somehow. She tried to walk with you when you needed to go somewhere, fearing that you could be harmed. She understood perfectly well that your stalker could easily take advantage of the fact that you were alone and hurt you or even kidnap you, and she could not allow that

When you went for a walk, Vaggie was busy and you didn't bother her, confident that everything would be fine. She hurried to find you as soon as she found out that you left alone. She found you in the park and saw that your stalker was trying to force you to go somewhere. She wanted to rush to your defense, but you coped on your own, hit your pursuer in the face with all your might

She was glad that you were able to fight back against your abuser. This allowed her to feel calmer, because now she knew that even if she wasn't around, you could protect yourself and stay safe. She was even willing to teach you how to use a weapon herself if the need arose, but as long as you could cope without it, she was more than happy with everything

🕷 Angel Dust x fem!Reader 💖

Angel did not immediately find out that someone was following you. At first, nothing foreshadowed trouble. You behaved as usual, but gradually your behavior began to change. You began to worry about something, and gradually your anxiety became even stronger. Only when he asked you about the reason for this did you tell him that you had a stalker

He knew well what the feeling was like when someone was chasing you, so he tried to help you. He kept you company when you needed to go somewhere, and if he couldn't go himself, he asked Cherry to go with you, knowing that if necessary she could help you. Sometimes the three of you walked together and then you felt completely safe

The fact that you rebuffed your pursuer, he learned from Cherry. She sent him a video in which he saw how your pursuer tried to grab you, but you reacted almost instantly, hitting your pursuer in the face with all your might. When you returned to the Hotel, Angel couldn't help praising you, because he never thought that you could do this

He often began to joke that maybe now you will protect him when he has a stalker, but despite his jokes, he was glad that you were able to fight back. He knew that such things could frighten a lot and that not everyone would find the courage to fight back against the offender, so he supported you and did not let you forget that you did the right thing

📻 Alastor x fem!Reader 🎙

Alastor quickly noticed that something in your behavior had changed and just as quickly found out what was causing it. You've got a stalker. One sinner began to write to you often on social networks, but at that time it didn't bother you. However, now this sinner has begun to haunt you in reality. Because of this, you began to feel as if you were constantly being watched. Alastor saw it, so he decided to help you a little

When you needed to go somewhere, he offered to go with you, referring to the fact that he was bored. If you agreed, then he would go with you and your pursuer would leave, too afraid of Alastor. But he never insisted on his company. He could easily get rid of your stalker, but he was interested to find out how you would confront this situation yourself

You agreed to meet at the restaurant where he invited you, but when he came, he saw that your stalker was trying to squeeze you into a corner. Alastor knew he had to intervene, but he didn't have time to do it. You punched your pursuer in the face with all your might, which caused the sinner to fall unconscious from one blow. A wider smile appeared on Alastor's lips and he went to you, pleased with what you did

You had a quiet dinner in a restaurant and you didn't know that Alastor easily got rid of your stalker. He liked the fact that you were able to cope with the sinner yourself, but he didn't want you to be in danger again, so he dealt with everything himself, bringing peace into your life

[itsgrimeytime]

my oneshots masterlist \\

series, blurbs

CONTENT TAGS:

😳 - smut

🫣 - suggestive

💞 - fluff

⛈️ - angst

bite marks || (😳, 💞) SMUT *request

'That night was a nightmare, with blood spilled and threats to your group's lives. You weren't sure that everyone could recover from it, including yourself. What Rick did had to be done, there was no other choice. You knew that. So, why did it keep replaying in your head? And why did you like it?'

Available on Ao3

Don't Let Me In || (⛈️,💞)

'That day, your camp was raided. Gunfire and hostages, so many of you were lucky to be alive. After Rick and a few others gained control of the situation, you realize you were hurt. It was just a few scratches, there were others with worse. Rick highly disagreed.'

Available on Ao3

feelin' flirty || (⛈️,💞,🫣)

'Being a long-lost friend of Maggie's, you wind up at the prison, a line of dead walkers behind you. You are promptly confronted with one Rick Grimes, and it's suddenly your life's goal to flirt with him as much as you can. Rick doesn't usually respond, but what if one day he does?'

Available on Ao3

he's such a pretty liar || (⛈️,💞)

'You and Rick had gotten along at some point, at the farm and prison. You were friends even. Until the Governor killed Hershel, which you believed to be perfectly preventable. Because of his inaction then, you'd gotten a bitter taste in your mouth at the thought of him and eventually, he started to reciprocate the behavior. But as time passes, and you experience more and more with him, is it really hate that you feel?'

Available on Ao3

i know i got him || (💞)

'Ever since you showed up, you've had an effect on Rick. At least, that's what everyone said. Initially, you hadn't recognized it. But after one too many coincidences, it's starting to become a little impossible to ignore.'

Available on Ao3

I Told You Now || (⛈️,💞)

'You were in love with Rick, not that he knew. You weren't sure you were ever going to tell him. What could you say, you loved the kids and didn't want to lose them too. It was too risky. But finding out he was chasing after some married woman was just the last straw.'

Part 1, 2

Available on Ao3

Late Night Talking || (⛈️, 💞)

'You haven't been sleeping -you can't. You weren't used to this... safety that Alexandria brought. Or, at least, they said it brought. So, instead, you found yourself outside, staring out into the wilderness -with no purpose other than to keep watch. One of those nights, you had a visitor.'

Available on Ao3

like father, like son || (⛈️, 💞) *request

'Taking care of Carl, was like instinct. Ever since you've met him, you've just cared for him like your own. You don't know why, you just slotted into his side. And you thought that was pretty simple. But, what you had never thought about, was what it would mean for Rick.'

Available on Ao3

Scratch That Itch || (🫣, 💞)

'Honestly, you weren't sure how it started. It wasn't a competition, at least you didn't think it was. There'd been something between you and Rick, something that people couldn't quite label. And maybe you batted your eyes the first time, and maybe he smirked the second. Either way, this was getting out of hand.'

Available on Ao3

show me || (🫣, 💞)

'You and Rick had something, you weren't quite sure what it was. After a few drunken mistakes during one of the dinner parties at Alexandria, Rick wants to make things crystal clear.'

Available on Ao3

The Life We Could've Had || (⛈️)

'Rick knows you're gone, he does. He just keeps seeing you in everything -the distant smell of coffee in the morning, or the sand beneath his toes (when he finds himself on a beach.) And as he tried to scrub what pain he felt out of his head, he wondered just when he could see you again.'

Available on Ao3

wipe it clean || (😳) SMUT

'Rick fucks you up against a counter, that's it.'

Available on Ao3

All reblogs and comments are appreciated!! Feel free to send an ask or comment to get on any taglist :)

[theebubblegumbitch]

i have been thirsting, extremely dehydrated beyond repair for the past three days now bc of Chad Meeks Martin. i beg of you, i need more content, he’s just.. so pretty.

hi hi so if it’s not too much to ask, perhaps could i request a fic where the reader is more so friends with Tara and Mindy since she’s a bit more shy and they invite reader over for the movie night and that’s when she meets Chad?? and he’s being his usual beautiful and charming self and she’s just overwhelmed and flustered

xtra brownie points if they give off bratz doll gf x himbo jock bf pls 🥺🫶🏽💞 i love your fics, your writing is inspiring tbh ahsjwjd

Girl's Night Interruptions~

Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader

Request: ahhhhh you’re a GENIUS bunny!! I love this idea!! also i’m so happy to hear that my writing inspires you! ngl that almost made me cry- anyway I hope you love it gorg <333

Synopsis: At first you were reluctant, but when your two closest (and only) friends Tara and Mindy convince you to come to a movie night, you realize sometimes meeting new people is a good thing…

Warnings: none really since this is basically just fluff, use of profanity, Chad being an absolute himbo, reader being a flustered mess!

Series: Pt.1 , Pt.2

You weren't really sure why you agreed to this. You had told Mindy and Tara time and time again that you didn't really like the idea of parties, or gatherings, or anything of the such. It's not that you were super anti-social, you just- had problems starting conversation is all. Which is why the only friends you had made all of freshman year were Mindy and Tara, who were really good at easing you out of your tiny little comfort zone. Today that came in the form of convincing you to join them for a movie night. They promised it would be super chill and fun, the perfect girl's night to end the year off! So of course, you accepted.

You were now all about halfway through the first movie on the list, Legally Blonde, which was one of your favorites. All three of you quickly ran out of popcorn to share, prompting Mindy to get up to refill the bowl. "I'll be right back guys, pause it please!" Mindy had called out on her way to the kitchen. You were now left with just Tara, who quickly filled the silence by asking you questions. "Soooo how's your college love life been going so far? Had any steamy hookups?" She asked with a laugh as she nudged your arm. You felt your face get warm quick. "Cmon Tara, you know I don't like talking about that stuff." You said casually, not really mad at her for asking. "I know, I know, I was just curious." Just as Tara said that you heard Mindy walking back into the living room, and it sounded like she was talking to someone. "NO Chad, I already told you it's a girl's night. That means you can't join." Mindy had now taken her place sitting next to Tara again, leaving who you assumed was Chad standing in front of the couch.

Did Mindy have a brother? You didn't remember her ever mentioning him. "Cmon please, you know I'm not gonna bother y'all I just wanna watch the movie!" He was looking directly at Mindy as he gestured to the still paused TV, his request being promptly ignored. "You want to watch Legally Blonde? Really Chad?" Tara was questioning him, not fully believing his motive for joining the three of you. "Yes okay? It's one of my favorites I have like half of it memorized." Mindy scoffed at that, but from the look on her and Chad's faces you could tell it was probably true. "It's still a no Chad." He didn't seem to like that answer, continuing to practically plead Mindy to join in. "Ya know what fuck this, I'm watching it." And just like that he plopped down on the couch, right next to you. It was a fairly small couch and even just the three of you had barely any wiggle room, but with the addition of Chad you were definitely squeezed together. Chad didn't seem to mind though, quickly settling in and draping his arm over the back of the couch. Mindy, feeling defeated, grabbed the remote with a sigh as she accepted the crashing of girl's night.

"Fine, I guess you're staying..." She rolled her eyes at him, and he only grinned back. "Thanks, sis!" It was only now that he realized he was sitting next to a completely random girl as he raised his eyebrows at you. "OH I'm sorry, have we met before?" He asked, hoping the answer was no so he didn't have to be embarrassed. "Oh right, no you haven't. Chad this is our friend Y/N; Y/N, this is my idiot brother Chad!" Mindy quickly answered Chad's question, being sure to emphasize the word idiot. "Well thank you Mindy for that, charming- introduction, but I was asking Y/N, not you." He gestured to you as he said your name, now making direct eye contact with you. He was probably waiting for you to say something, considering you had been silent thus far. "O-oh yea I'm Y/N and uh Mindy never mentioned she had a brother." You stuttered out, hoping you didn't offend him in the process.

"Oh she didn't huh? Well now you know!" He said as he shot Mindy a glare and then you a grin. "Anyway it's lovely to meet you, and don't listen to Mindy about me being dumb okay? What I lack in brains, I make up for with Hobbs and Shaw here." Chad flexed each of his arms as he said that, and you now realized how attractive he was. Your felt your face get warm again, now hyper aware of how close the two of you were sitting. "Ah yes classic Chad, flex your muscles within the first five minutes of meeting a girl." Tara had said snarkily, perhaps hoping to annoy him into leaving the three of you be. "Hey they're my greatest accomplishment okay! Plus I'm sure she doesn't mind, do you?" Oh you definitely didn't mind. "N-No it's fine I don't mind." You were sure your voice sounded shaky as hell as you spoke. The longer this gorgeous man was next to you, the more flustered you got. So much for a peaceful girl's night...

Some time had passed as the four of you watched the movie in what was mostly silence, besides the occasional comment Chad had made on Elle Woods being a "girlboss" and Mindy having something snide to say in return. Their dynamic made you glad you were an only child. You had now reached the scene where Elle Woods figured out that it was actually the daughter who had killed her dad. You loved this scene, and you had the monologue memorized since you were a little girl. You quickly went to match Elle word for word. You didn't even notice that Chad had gotten excited about the scene too. "...at the risk of deactivating the amonium thyglocilate!" You had both said, or rather yelled it, at the TV in perfect unison. You saw Mindy and Tara's heads snap to the both of you in shock. "I guess he really does like the movie..." Tara said as she grabbed another handful of popcorn. "I told you it's one of my favorites!" Chad said before turning his eyes back to the screen. The shared moment between you two made you feel more at ease, so you went to agree with him.

"Yea it's mine too." You were still pretty soft spoken, but at least you had found some more confidence. You had also found hunger. "Hey Tara, can you pass me the popcorn." She swiftly handed it to you and you set in your lap, going to grab a handful. Just as your hand reached the inside of the bowl, you felt Chad's hand bump against yours as he also went to grab popcorn. It was brief, but his hands were so pretty and soft that you felt like you would remember those two seconds for the rest of your life. You were basically gawking down at the popcorn bowl now, hand still in it. "Oh, sorry." Chad said, muffled through his mouthful of popcorn. God he was so cute."Oh it's fine, don't worry about it." You said as quickly as possible, avoiding looking directly at him. He only shrugged as his attention went back to the movie. It was only silent for maybe ten minutes before Chad spoke again.

"Okay it is literally so hot in here. Is the AC broken or something?" Chad asked as he looked towards Mindy. "Yea it stopped working like two days ago, I have to call and have it fixed." Mindy replied, still not taking her eyes off of the movie. "Well it's like unbearable, I don't know how y'all are wearing jeans." He gestured towards you and Tara as he said that. You didn't realize it was hot, you probably thought it was just him. But to be fair you were wearing your favorite bell bottoms and your thin pink tank-top with a black star in the middle. So it wasn't a very warm outfit to begin with. While you were busy reflecting on your clothing choices Chad had found time to stand up in front of the couch. And now he was taking his shirt off...

You thought you were going to pass out. "Cmon seriously Chad! Do you have to find every excuse to take your shirt off?" Mindy yelled out at him. "What I'm hot okay! Leave me be." He sure was hot. Way too hot... You almost wished it was just you and him so- "Hey! You okay there? You were kinda staring off." Chad said as he waved his hands in front of your face. Oh shit. You were staring, and everyone had definitely noticed now... "Oh my god Y/N! Were you staring at Chad's abs?" Tara asked in an almost squeely voice. You wanted the ground to swallow you, mainly because she was right. "What no! I was staring at the movie!"

You rushed to defend yourself, hoping it was believable enough of an excuse. Chad wasn't buying it though. "It's okay if you were I totally get it, I would stare at me too." You were definitely blushing now. Mindy once again rolled her eyes at Chad's comment, causing them to exchange another death glare, which gave you time to change the topic. "Anyway, we should probably keep watching the movie." Chad jumped a little as you said that, realizing he was missing it and going to sit back down next to you. You now realized what Chad meant by it being hot. You only hoped you weren't sweating from the intense shared proximity.

The rest of the movie went well, although there was one moment where Chad went to adjust next to you, spreading his legs open just a little wider so that he was touching yours. You swore you almost passed out. Finally the credits rolled and Chad stood up to start clapping, it was kinda cute. "Wooooo great movie! Gets better every time!" Chad yelled as he turned to face the three of you. "Yea whatever Chad, you done bothering us now?" Mindy asked as she also stood up with now once again empty popcorn bowl in hand. "Yes in fact I am, I will leave you ladies to the rest of your girl's night." Chad said as he grabbed his shirt off of the coffee table. He went to walk back to his room before stopping to lock eyes with you. "And hopefully I'll see you again later Y/N." He said with a wink that hopefully Mindy and Tara didn't catch.

Oh yeah. You would definitely be seeing him again.

A/N: ahhhhhhh I love this one so much! i hope i did the prompt justice even though i struggled with the Bratz vibes thing. also i feel like i could totally turn this into a series if y'all wanted, just say the word! Happy reading my gorgeous babes!

-With love, Miss Grace<33

[novasdarling]

I kinda wanna see what will yan delusional todo would do after makin up scenarios bout fem reader "cheating" on him when she just livin her life

I tried, but I kept rewriting it sooo..... kinda ended up with Todou misunderstanding people need to work and can't just rely on him to live.

Quit

TW: Yandere behaviour, Possessiveness, Forceful Touching, Female Reader, Aged Up.

It had been a long day, work had made you stay late yet again. Pushing you to pick up extra shifts with a moment's notice. They just took and took without checking whether you wanted them or would even agree. All because they decided to book event after event without properly staffing the place. Nevertheless, without that stupid place, you wouldn't be able to pay your bills. It was work and work again, barely any rest. That was life, it had all rotated around work. Any moment you could spare, you gave it to your boyfriend Todou. Though, recently you had barely seen him. Too busy to go on dates, to watch a movie, or even too occupied to sit down and properly have dinner together. It was pathetic, you two acted like awkward roommates rather than partners. It was sad, but in the back of your mind, you hoped things would eventually fall back into place. Yet, as the weeks went by, things didn't slow down. Your work was always keeping you busy, even on your days off. Making you answer calls and texts. It had been rough, but you assumed Todou understood. Sure he was moody and sometimes snippy, but you always presumed he knew it was work. That work was doing this. That you truly had no say. That you needed and wanted this job.

Getting on your coat, you cussed to yourself. Another last-minute call to fill in a no-call, no-show. If they just hired a few backups, you wouldn't need to come in every time someone wasn't able to make it. You called out to Todou who you guessed was still showering. Letting him know you were going.

"You're leaving."

Todou had just gotten out of the shower. The white towel hanging dangerously low. It was unfair, he always looked so good when you needed to leave. He had a habit of it. Teasing you, tempting you to stay. You bit your lip, running your eyes up and down his body.

"Yeah, I'm filling in for someone. But" you walked over to him. Letting your hands linger over the tie of the towel. "When I get back, maybe we can..."

Todou seemed to ignore your teasing. Ignoring how your fingers dipped below the towel. Playing with the skin where he had attempted to tie it around his hips.

"You said today's your day off."

"It was." You could tell he was irritated and so were you. They promised you today off. You weren't even on call. "I'm sorry. I'll see if I can have another talk with my supervisor."

Though you knew he wouldn't care. He would give the usual speech about how everyone needed to pitch in because times were tough. That if you still want your job, you would pitch in the extra hours. You gave him a sympathetic smile before turning back to the door. As you walked to the door. You tried to figure out a way to make it up to him. Perhaps some takeout on your way back. He really liked the steak from the place beside your work.

Before you could open the door to leave, Todou was behind you. Placing his hand on the door above your head. Keeping you from opening it.

"Very funny Todou, but I need to leave."

"Why are you working so much?"

"Because they're assholes and I need the job."

"No, you don't. I make enough for the both of us."

You turned to look at him. Rolling your eyes at his comment. He always said that when you complained about work. Though you never took him seriously, assuming he was just playing with you about it.

"Please don't go. Quit"

"One day I might just." You laughed as you tried to open the door. Your efforts were still being blocked by Todou. "Todou, this isn't funny anymore."

It went back and forth, Todou asking you again and again. You giving the same answer. Each round making you more irritated. Todou had made you late before, but usually from begging you for one more round in bed. Not from holding the door closed and he stared down at you. As he kept a cold look on his face.

The back and forth was beginning to get annoying. He was making you late. Keeping you back when you could have been down the street already in line for a coffee before your hell of a shift.

"Todou I get it, you're mad, but this is pissing me off now."

"No." Todou's tone had dropped. It wasn't his usual voice he took with you. He sounded serious. He didn't sound like him. "Why do you always go when he calls, huh?"

"He's my supervisor. He's threatened my job Todou. I need to go whenever he calls."

"No. Tell me the truth." Todou had managed to relock the door. Closing you in more. Pushing you against him. Forcing you to look up. "Why are you putting this job before us, before me?"

There it was. There was the real reason Todou was acting so off. Sure there were times when he had gotten jealous and possessive, but you had been able to talk him down easily before.

"Oh, my love. I'm sorry, I'll try to find another job or something" That would be tough, the job market had been rough lately. "We can talk about it later."

"Why does he have such a hold on you? Are you seeing him?"

You were floored that he would even ask you this. That he would question your loyalty to him. No words could form as you looked at him. You stared at him in disgust. The man standing before you wasn't the Todou you knew and loved. Sure he could be possessive at times, but nothing like this. He never looked at you with those emotions before. It looked like pure jealousy and rage.

You could tell his eyes were searching your face for something, but it wasn't done out of concern. After all this time together, he really was questioning your loyalty. Questioning your intentions, your love for him. You tried to figure out how you got to this point. How he was able to get from you being overworked and used by your company. To it being about faithfulness. You tried and tried, staring at him to see if he would give you a hint. Tell you what happened, say someone thought they saw you and you could explain the misunderstanding. Yet, it never came. Both of you just stared at one another. Waiting for the other to break first, waiting for the other to give in and speak. Nothing, not a word from you or him. Even when you tried to speak, to plead for him to let you leave. To claim your innocence. Nothing came out, your mouth hanging open, waiting for the words to appear on your tongue. They never did, at least not in time.

Todou mumbled to himself. You couldn't quite catch his words, they didn't sound like anything comprehensive. As if his mind was working faster than his mouth ever could. The one thing you could understand was his movement. His hands were on you, pushing you away from the door. From your exit out of here. He was pushing you further into the apartment. Shoving you to the living room.

"N-No, s-stop To-"

"I don't want to hear it."

Your words had finally found their way to your mouth. Just unable to be completed. All you could do was shove him. Push at his hands, tear at his grip on you. He was still damp from the shower. Your fingers merely just slipped off. Though you knew even if he was dry, there would be no chance of getting him off of you. Todou was strong, he took pride in that. Always claiming he could protect you. You never thought that the same man who swore you'd be safe with him was acting like a lunatic monster.

Your attempts didn't stop, hands still prying at his. Mumbles of begs coming from your lips. Even when he pushed you over the edge of the couch, you still tried to talk him down. Attempting to talk some sense into him as you crawled away. Trying to get to the man you knew and loved. The Todou who you woke up with this morning. Yet, as his hands made their way to your ankle, and he pulled you towards him. Causing you to lay flat. You saw nothing familiar in his eyes. All you could make out was anger in his clouded look.

"You're seeing him aren't you."

Crawling on top of you, his hands moving from your ankle to your face. Elbows and knees holding him up as one hand grabbed your cheeks. Managing to squish both in his palms. Forcing you to look up at him. His wet hair dripped down on your cheeks. He was a site to behold. You had been like this with him before, under him as he held you down. Completely at his mercy, but not under these circumstances.

"I thought you loved me."

"What the Fuck Todou, of course, I do."

"Then why?." Todou leaned down, resting his head between your shoulders and cheek. Nestling his head into your neck. Whispering against your skin. "Why would you do this to me. To us? I told you to quit so many times."

It felt oddly soft, a tender moment in this chaos. Like he was back to his usual self. To the man you loved. You were too afraid to say anything. Too terrified to set him off again. Would it be worth it trying to explain that he was crazy, that you were simply just off to the hellhole you call work for money? You needed this job because you didn't want to rely solely on him.

Your mind raced, trying to find an answer. A way to calm him down, a way to leave. Anything to get this to stop. Your eyes searched the room, but there was no escape route. No way to get away from, out from under him and try to calm him down.

"I'm-I'm sorry."

It was all you could say. All you could manage to push out of your mouth. Your mind went to the only other option. If he wasn't comprehending why you would work at such a shitty job. Then all you could do was plead with him, try to buy into his delusion and work your way from there. If he wasn't buying your clueless attitude. Perhaps he would buy your plea. Fall for your mock apology. You could play into his illusion if that meant him being normal again. If it meant him letting you go.

"I'm so sorry. I-I, uh," You were stuck, playing into his delusion could mean he would be worse. Todou was possessive, you'd seen his tendencies before, just not like this. You debated with yourself for a while before continuing. "I've tried to quit, but he won't let me."

You were putting the blame on someone else. Rinsing your hands of the blame in Todou's eyes.

"You've tried? When?" Todou looked puzzled. Raising his eyebrows at you.

"I wanted to quit, but he threatened to call every place I applied to and tell them I'm horrible at my job."

You had no idea where you were going with this lie. The words were falling with no real direction. Was there a way you could play into this delusion without him being even more upset and possessive? Without him expecting you to actually quit later? Or worse, him challenging your supervisor. Sure he was a prick but didn't deserve Todou's wrath.

Todou looked down at you as you talked. Trying to explain things. His face barely changed. He looked stern, yet shocked. You knew he was going to use this as ammo to get you to leave this job and probably work completely.

"Oh, my dear" His hands were squeezing your cheeks, keeping your eyes locked on him. "I can't believe he did that. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared."

Todou's look changed now to pure rage. You were an idiot for saying that. With a few simple words, you had set him off. His grip on you tightened.

"He scared you? Oh, sweetie." Todou leaned down, placing a delicate kiss on your lips. It was sweet, unfitting for his expression seconds earlier. "My poor dear." He was condescending now. "It's okay, I can help."

"No, No. Todou-"

"Shh, it's okay I'll take care of it. That piece of shit won't bother you again."

"No don't, please." You were beginning to tear up. You weren't sure if it was because of anger or confusion. Perhaps both.

"I wasn't there and that asshole took advantage of that." He was raising his voice now, getting more irate as he went on. He prides himself as your protector, an image you had just messed with.

"No Todou-"

"Yes he did, he used you. Worked you like a dog and had the nerve to threaten you. Don't you see? He saw you were vulnerable. He took advantage of that."

Sure your supervisor had made remarks before about your employment, but not like you had made it out to be. It was mostly yelling and asking you again and again if you really wanted this job or not. Things you were willing to put up with if it meant getting a paycheck at the end of the week.

Todou stood up, letting you free. He was pacing around the couch. Rubbing his cheeks. Ranting how this was all his fault. That him being too busy with his own work, or not forcing you to quit sooner was what caused all of this. You could tell this wasn't just him going on a rant. It seemed like he was searching for a solution to the fake problem. You hoped he would just insist you switch jobs. Something you could do and would appease him.

"I'm sorry, but we can talk about it later." You sat up, watching as he paced. "I can go in and talk to the other supervisors or even look for another job."

Todou stopped pacing. Refusing to look at you. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned going to work now. He seemed to be lost in thought for a few minutes before heading to the bedroom. You could hear him getting ready. Shuffling things around. Getting up, you made your way after him. Curious and nervous about what he was doing. Before you could open the bedroom door, Todou snapped it open. Fully dressed as he pushed passed you. It felt like he hadn't even seen you. He made his way to the front door. Getting his shoes on.

"Todou where are you going"

"To make sure he doesn't speak to you like that again."

He was talking about your supervisor.

"What do you mean." You had made your way to Todou, now you were the one blocking the door,

"He won't bother you again. I'll make sure of it. Now move"

"No." You couldn't let him go and mess with him over an exaggeration.

"I said move." He was staring at you, jaw clenched. "He needs to know he can't talk to you like that. I couldn't help you before, but now I can. So move."

You didn't, you couldn't move. Couldn't let him do this. Refused to let him go and do something over an exaggeration to pacify him. There was no way you would let him do this. You couldn't. Yet, as he realized you weren't going to move. There was nothing you could do as he picked you up. Moving you by force. Making his way to open the door.

"Don't do this. Please don't. They'll fire me and then I'm fucked."

You hoped he would have pity on you. Listen to your pleas and realize you needed to work no matter how much he wanted you to depend on him and quit.

"Sweetie." He stopped, already halfway out the door. His hand left the handle and found its way to your torso. Pulling you closer to him. Todou leaned down, kissing the tips of your ear before whispering.

"You never liked it anyway." He straightened up, looking down at you. "Don't worry. You have me. I mean you were going to have to stop working eventually. This just showed me I should have pushed you sooner."

Todou gave you one last kiss before closing the door behind him. Stopping before the door latched.

"Don't go anywhere. I expect you to be here when I get back."

You stayed standing there for a few moments. Taking in what had happened and what was to happen. Going over every moment in your head again and again. Trying to figure out how one thing leads to the other. Nothing added up. Nothing made any sense. There was nothing you could do. When Todou was set on something, he rarely let up. All you could do was wait. Wait until he gets back and forces you into his little fantasy.

[izels-writing]

r. lupin — strange [1/2]

Pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

Summary: you meet remus lupin, who is different than you expected

Warnings: a little fast-paced, confident and blunt reader (?), awkward remus (?), that’s all tbh lmao

PART ONE, PART TWO

you know the saying 'don't judge a book by its cover'? you hadn't ever taken it seriously. not really anyway. you never really judged people, but you assumed things about them just by appearance. usually, you happened to be right about people.

so, you never took the saying seriously, who cares? you surely didn't, because you were right almost all the time and it was like heaven to your ears being told so. you had formed your own opinions on everyone, and your own assumptions on everyone, thinking you were right.

that was, until you assumed things about remus lupin, who undoubtedly was the most attractive and brilliant boy in your year.

——

"come on, y/n! you've got to come to the game!" your best friend, y/f/n, groaned. you shook your head, taking another bite of your breakfast.

"too loud." you managed to say through your chewing.

"you're too loud with your obnoxious sleeping! you say things about beating up your grandma and hexing your cousin!" y/f/n exclaimed, rolling their eyes.

you huffed, swallowing your mouthful of food, and looked up at y/f/n. "fine, i'll go, as long as we root for gryffindor." you said. why gryffindor? just to fuck with y/f/n honestly.

y/f/n hesitated for a moment, before sighing loudly and nodding.

you grinned, finishing your breakfast in peace.

——

time of the game had arrived, and you were sitting in the stands, watching as the ravenclaw captain and gryffindor captain, james potter, shook hands. y/f/n sat next to you happily, marveling at the game about to commence in front of her.

you didn't really like coming to these games, because it reminded you that while you enjoyed quidditch, you weren't any good.

also, it was really loud.

"and the game begins!"

"more like my headache begins..." someone mumbled from your other side. you glanced at them, quickly realizing it was remus lupin, a boy in your year.

he was the notorious bookworm and sane prankster in his little mauraders gang. he was quiet and smart, but if needed, he could easily use it to his advantage. you could tell by the way he'd whisper things to james potter or sirius black. they'd use any information to get the better of anyone. but really, it's most of what he was. prankster, smart, bookworm, quiet, and good.

you chuckled, "yeah, same."

he smiled at you, before turning to the game in front of you. you did the same, resisting the urge to glance at him.

after a moment, he started speak again.

"so, which team are you rooting for?" he asked, his eyes following james potter, who was diving for the quaffle.

you were doing the same. "gryffindor. same as you, i suppose."

he nodded, "yeah." he chuckled.

james dove for the quaffle, but before he could reach it, the ravenclaw chaser threw it to another ravenclaw chaser. marlene was closer, and she dove for it, but james started to too.

"no! get near the keeper post!" you and remus shouted, which was directed at james, despite it being drowned out by the chatter and cheering everywhere else.

you turned to each other, smiling. "you're into quidditch?" you both asked. you laughed and nodded.

"yes, i am." you both synchronized again. he laughed, and shook his head slightly.

"wow, that was creepy." he remarked, glancing at the game for a moment. you nodded, laughing quietly.

"yeah...by the way," you said with a small smile, "i'm y/n. y/n l/n." you extended your hand politely.

he took it, shaking it politely. "remus lupin." he replied, smiling softly. you could've sworn your heart skipping a beat, but you being you, you ignored it.

"so, when did your obsession for quidditch start?" you asked, smiling at him. he thought for a moment.

"when i was around four or five." he replied, smiling back at you too. you nodded, taking in his words.

it was likely he liked the sport but wasn't any good or was unable to play.

"wow, mine started when i was actually introduced to the sport. which happened to be around eleven or twelve." you said.

he grinned at you, "you're a muggle-born?"

you nodded with a small smile, fearing he'd somehow make a rude remark. though, you knew he wouldn't, but it was weird...he was getting harder and harder to read.

"awesome! my mum's a muggle." he added, resting his gaze over the field. james was now throwing the quaffle to marlene. the seekers were zooming around. the beaters were doing their usual business.

"so, if you like the sport, why don't you play?" remus asked. you blushed a little but laughed quietly.

"because i'm absolutely horrid at it. no doubt that i'd fall off my broom if i tried to." you replied, shaking your head. remus chuckled.

"wait, so you've never actually played?"

"no, and i don't plan to."

——

"and gryffindor wins!"

the statement had almost flown past you and remus. the two of you were so into your conversation and getting to know each other, that it almost seemed that everything else was gone. it was only the two of you.

that was until y/f/n started screaming and cheering.

"oh! we won!" remus exclaimed. your eyes widen and you both shot up, cheering loudly. not that it was any difference to the rest of the stands, minus slytherin's and ravenclaws.

everyone quickly returned back to the castle, but a lot of students started toward the gryffindor common room, as they team had announced a party to celebrate. y/f/n being one of those who wanted to go, they was trying their best to convince you to go.

"please! please! please!" they pleaded, batting their eyes at you. you shook your head.

"what's this i see? a girl doesn't want to come to our party?" a teasing, male voice said. you and your friend took quick notice that it was sirius black, who was strutting toward you two. not only that, but potter, pettigrew, and remus were following quickly behind. you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw him.

"yeah, black! you've got to convince my poor friend to come! who knows how insane she'll get all alone?!" your friend said dramatically, causing a blush to grow on your face from embarrassment.

"wait, you're not coming?" remus asked, looking at you directly. you met his eyes, now noticing how warm and welcoming they were.

"well...no. i had enough noise for today." you said, chucking nervously. james and sirius scoffed.

"nonsense! c'mon, l/n, join us at the party. i'm sure an old soul like you can keep remus company." sirius joked, nudging remus. he got nudged back even harder.

"see, y/n! c'mon!" your friend begged. you went to object again.

until remus spoke.

"yeah, just join for a bit, y/n. like sirius said, you could keep me company. if it gets to be too much, i'll escort you back myself." remus suggested, "deal?"

you tried to hold back your smile, but seeing him smile proudly at himself for having come up with the best suggestion, it happened anyway. finally, you heaved a 'tired' sigh.

"deal." you replied, sticking out your hand, shaking his.

y/f/n, black, potter, and pettigrew all looked at you and remus in shock. but neither of you noticed. you were slightly focused on each other.

"alright! well, it's done then! c'mon moony, we've got things to do before they join us." james said, winking at both y/f/n and you. remus nodded, smiling at you one last time before disappearing with his friends.

y/f/n turned to you with a smirk, nudging you teasingly.

"so...remus huh?"

"shut up."

——

you were right. it was awfully loud. the only thing keeping you sane right now was drinking firewhiskey slowly. remus sat with you, taking notes from a book. why? you had no idea. how he worked in such noise? again, you had no idea.

"how are you doing that?" you demanded as nice as you could, gesturing to his note-taking. he chuckled and shook his head.

"when you dorm with sirius and james, nothing fazes you anymore." he replied, closing his book and turning to you. both of you were sitting on the couch, with you holding your cup in one hand, and the other arm resting on the top of the back rest. he was now facing you, grinning at you.

you laughed, "and that...does not surprise me. it's like dorming with me."

remus furrowed his eyebrows, "oh yeah? why's that?" he asked, taking your cup and taking a sip. you grinned, biting your lip in amusement.

"well, according to y/f/n, who is probably over there grinding with your mate black right now, i like to say things in my sleep. like beating up my grandma and hexing my cousin type of phrases." you confessed, giggling quietly.

truth be told, you were quite the assertive person.

remus let out a laugh, throwing his head back. you grinned even wider, feeling a sort of pride knowing you made remus lupin laugh.

"what've you got against your grandma?" remus asked. you shrugged, "who fucking knows. give me a sip?"

he brought the cup to your lips, tilting it upward so you could drink, before finally bring it back down. this had to be at least your second cup, but you were never exactly a lightweight.

"how are you so far? with all of," he gestured wildly around him, "this?"

you shrugged. "it could be worse. i'm just waiting for y/f/n to get tired so we can leave."

remus nodded, his face falling slightly. idiot! you thought, he probably thinks you don't want to be here with him!

"but being here with you, pretty much makes this whole situation even slightly tolerable." you said with a smile.

his happy demeanor quickly returned.

"so? how are the lovebirds?" james' teasing voice asked. you laughed as remus rolled his eyes and glared at james.

"oh!" james glanced down at the cup in remus' hand, "you're even sharing drinks. that's quite intimate! you are using protection, right?" he winked at remus.

"fuck off, prongs." remus huffed, making james' smirk grow.

"only joking, moons. say, y/n, accompany me to dance?" james asked, turning to you innocently.

remus shifted uncomfortably.

you glanced at him before looking back up at james. "nah. thanks though, potter. i'd definitely try your luck with lily though." you replied.

james smiled at you. a genuine, happy smile. one that you rarely saw on him unless he was with the mauraders or lily evans.

"don't mind if i do. take care of mooniekins for me, will you?" he said. you smiled lightly and nodded.

"of course, potter." you replied. remus smiled at you, though you hadn't noticed it.

james strutted off, toward a certain head over heels redhead.

"hey lupin?"

"yes?

"how's about we get out of here?" you suggested, winking at him. he smiled, "alright, l/n."

——

you two had walked down corridors together, talking about anything and everything. it was the sort of thing that happened once in a lifetime. when two people just...clicked.

you figured now would also be a good time to make connections. life-long ones perhaps. given that it was your seventh year and your only life-long friend was y/f/n.

"so, remind me again why your cousin thought it'd be a good idea to throw a plate at your head?" remus chuckled. you narrowed your eyes at the memory.

"because they're a bloody bitch. that's why." you grumbled. remus laughed and ruffled your hair, considering how much shorter you were compared to him.

finally, you stopped by a statue, spinning around to look at remus. he looked amused but stayed quiet.

"so, this is bold, but i feel like we've connected quite a bit." you said. he nodded, patting your shoulder awkwardly, "agreed."

yeah, he is definitely awkward when it comes to connections and feelings, you thought.

you took a step toward him. "well, you're interesting, 's all i wanted to say, i guess."

he smiled and looked down at you. you just now realized how close you were, feeling his breath on you.

this was definitely a different type of connection.

you both started to lean in, but then he stopped, and pulled back. you furrowed your eyebrows slightly, looking at him concerned. he fidgeted with his hands before finally meeting your eyes.

"i'll—i'll see you around." he mumbled, walking off quickly.

you stood there, frozen. you had almost kissed the boy you had connected with more than anyone you had ever met. he wanted to kiss you too, but he suddenly pulled back. you had tried to think of words to describe this. but their was only word you could think of clearly.

strange.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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In The Name of Love | Chapter 16

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"Oh my God, Val. Can you please stop?" Marina says, hitting my leg.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

"Good. Maybe now you will stop shaking it like crazy."

"I'm sorry" I sigh. "But I'm too nervous. What if he breaks up with me because of this?"

"He won't break up with you because of a stupid kiss. He loves you."

"I'm not so sure anymore."

"Val, he does. So stop worrying and enjoy the game."

"I don't want to enjoy a Barça game. I feel dirty enough already by being here wanting one of their players to do good" I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You are so dramatic" Marina laughs. "Oh, look, they are coming!" 

For today's game Pedri got us seats that are closer to the bench than usual, his excuse being that this way we will see them lift the trophy properly. Though he had been changing them and moving us around the stadium since my incident, not wanting people to easily spot me and talk even more.

"He is looking this way! Say hello, Val!" Marina says, waving towards Pedri. He waves back, and then…

"He ignored me."

"What? No! De Jong called him, he didn't have time to say anything."

"He could have smiled or something. But he didn't. He hates me."

"Val, stop it."

"I'm leaving" I say, getting up from my seat.

"You are not" Marina replies, grabbing me by the arm and making me sit down again. "You are staying and watching the game. What if he scores and you aren't here to watch it and see him dedicate it to you?"

"He won't."

"I seriously hate you when you are like this, Val."

"Then that makes two, you and Pedri. Now if you'll excuse me" I say, getting up again and leaving. 

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"Miss, are you ok?" a steward says. 

"Yes, yes. Sorry" I reply, trying to wipe away my tears. I've spent the first half kind of hiding in the bathroom, but now that everyone has come there for the halftime, I'm just walking around not knowing where to go.

"Do you need me to accompany you back to your seat?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you" I smile. Or try to.

"Are you sure you are ok?" he asks with a concerned look.

"Yes, I just…"

"I hope he is ok. When they hit their heads it is so scary…"

"Totally. And he was bleeding so much... Poor Pepi."

"Sorry for bothering you, but what happened to Pedri?" I ask the two girls who are walking past me, both of them wearing his shirt. “I was in the bathroom and missed it.”

"He got hit on a corner and they had to replace him" one of them says.

"And he was bleeding?"

"Yes. It was horrible."

"Do you know if they took him to the hospital or something?" 

"No, sorry" she shrugs before walking away.

"He's still here, he hasn't left" the steward says. "He got hit on the eyebrow and you know how messy that gets."

"So nothing serious?"

"Nothing, don't worry" he smiles. "And sorry if this sounds like I'm being a bit nosy, but you are the girl Ferran helped, aren't you?"

"I am, yes" I sigh.

"I knew your face looked familiar" the steward says. "Why aren't you watching the game?"

"It is… complicated. But could I ask you for a favour?"

"Of course."

"Could you take me to wherever Pedri is? If I text him he may not see it because he probably doesn't have his phone with him, and I want to make sure he is ok" I say, trying to look like a lost puppy. Is it working? I don't know.

"Yes, sure" he says. "Follow me." 

Oh shit, it worked. It worked! Looks like my year of theater classes is finally paying off.

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"Can I come in?" I say after knocking on the door.

"Val? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to check on you. How are you?"

"Been better, to be honest."

"Yes, umm…"

"Aren't you coming in?" Pedri asks.

"Do you want me to?"

"Why wouldn't I?" he chuckles.

"I don't know. Maybe because you hate me?" 

"Why would I hate you, Val?"

"Because Ferran kissed me and I didn't tell you."

"But you were going to tell me today, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"Then come in. I could do with some cuddles right now."

"What if the doctor comes back?"

"He won't mind, you are my girlfriend."

"Am I?"

"Val, come here" Pedri says, extending his arm towards me.

"Am I or not?" I ask, not moving from the door.

"What?"

"Am I your girlfriend or not?" I repeat.

"Yes, Val. You are my girlfriend. Now come here and cuddle with me."

"Ok" I say, closing the door behind me but still not moving.

"Dear lord, Valeria. Now what?" he says, rolling his eyes. 

"If I still am your girlfriend and you don't hate me, why didn't you wave at me or smile before the game started?"

"What?" 

"I saw you wave at Marina, but then you ignored me."

"I didn't ignore you. Frenkie told me that it smelled as if someone had farted and then I didn't have time."

"What?" I laugh.

"Yeah, I don't know" he shrugs. "Fuck."

"Careful" I say, walking towards the stretcher where he is lying. "What happened?"

"Didn't you see it?"

"I… I left. I couldn't stay and watch you play as if nothing was happening."

"And where did you go?"

"The bathroom. Then during halftime I heard some girls talk about you being injured, and a steward who recognised me from… you know, brought me here."

"Val, I'm sorry" Pedri says, taking my hand on his.

"I am the one who should be apologizing, not you. You've done nothing wrong."

"What? You are the one who has done nothing wrong."

"Ferran kissed me."

"Exactly. He kissed you. You didn't kiss him."

"But I didn't tell you."

"You didn't have time" he says. "And then when you did tell me, I was angry with Ferran and made you pay for it when it wasn't your fault, it was all his. And since then you've definitely spent too much time inside that pretty head of yours."

"Just a bit."

"Yes, just a bit" he laughs. "Val, listen. There is something I've wanted to tell you for a while but never found the right moment. And this may not be it either, but I have to tell you that I…"

"Oh, you've got company" someone says from the door.

"I do, yes" Pedri says, giving the doctor a look I don't understand.

"And I know you! You are the girl from el clásico, Ferran's girlfriend!"

"I actually am Pedri's girlfriend. Ferran is just a friend" I say, giving his hand a little squeeze and making him smile.

"My bad" the doctor chuckles. "Anyway, how are we feeling? Have you stopped seeing double?" 

"I have" Pedri says.

"Good. I'll check again if you've also stopped bleeding and then you can go back to the pitch if you want. I'll ask them to bring you some clean clothes."

"How much is left of the game?"

"Like 30 minutes."

"Is it ok if we stay here until the end? I don't want to have all eyes on me, I want to relax for a little bit if that's ok."

"Of course, of course" the doctor says. "I will be leaving you in good hands, won't I?"

"The best" Pedri says, looking at me.

"Then let's check that eyebrow."

"Let's hope it can go back to being perfect. You know how much I love them" I tease him.

"Will you break up with me if I have uneven eyebrows?" he pouts.

"It definitely is a deal-breaker" the doctor chuckles.

"Poor me."

"Yes, poor Pepi" I laugh, not letting go of his hand while the doctor checks him, our eyes locked on the other the whole time, a stupid smile on our faces. Everything is fine. We are fine.

[cybrpwup]

ʟᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ || ʙɪɢᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tanner x f!reader

content warnings; kinda rushed and bad summary; Y/n misses Tanner Requested?; Yes ! ↳ “I would love tanner with prompt 21”

Lone nights on her own till the early hours of the morning was how Y/n usually spent the nights; waiting for her boyfriend, Tanner, to end stream and come sleep with her.

To avoid having to sleep alone, she would always make an effort to remain awake for as long as she could.

She smiled as she heard him laughing in the distance down the hall, the same chuckle that she had fallen in love with. Tanner had streamed for longer than normal on this particular night. Before this one, she had many nights where she slept very little, but she still struggled to keep her eyelids open.

Tanner used to join the girl in her bed after his stream to fall asleep with her, but recently he'd been sleeping in his own bed by himself.

She never bothered Tanner about it because she knew he was grateful to have a girlfriend who recognized that working late hours was a necessary part of his job. even if she was bothered by it.

She was honestly tired of having to spend so much time alone and would have been in the room with Tanner if they weren't attempting to keep their relationship a secret, even though people already suspected it.

She yawned as she got up from her bed, her eyes hazy from yawning nonstop, and made her way to her boyfriend's room.

She knew that his door was in view of his camera but didn't quite care for her appearance at the time. She was donning one of Tanner's hoodies, which appeared to be all she was sporting lately.

The door opened gradually. Tanner heard and turned to face the door while removing one side of his headphones, "I'm still streaming-" he hid the panic in his voice, acting like his usual goofy self.

He watched as the girl walked over to him, leaning on his chair, "I know. I'm tired of keeping us a secret, I'm tired of falling asleep alone" Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke in a low volume so that only he could hear her, and she scowled at herself for it.

“Alright, you wanna sit?”

She nodded.

Tanner, without hesitation, grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap, "you look tired, you should sleep soon."

She ignored the comment and looked to his chat, some welcoming the girl and some freaking out about their interaction

“You know, there are rumors about us,” With Tanners hand in her palms and her eyes glued to the chat, Y/n laughed.

“I know,” He placed a kiss to her neck, “I spread them.”

If it wasn't clear enough, that action announced to the world that the two were a couple.

She knew her face was a bright red, and she buried her face into the crook of his neck, another wave of fatigue washed over her.

She thought it was cute that she could tell he had toned down his voice to let her sleep. On occasion, he would rub her back or run his fingertips through her hair.

—

baby?" The girl was awakened from her sleep when she heard Tanner's soft voice: it was a straightforward name, but hearing it from him always gave her butterflies. It sounded as if he had been repeating it multiple times.

"hmm?" She hummed in response, forgetting where she’d fallen asleep.

"it's time to get into bed now, up" He was gently rubbing the younger back. She whimpered indignantly in protest, "carry me"

he let out a sigh, "The bed isn't even far from here".

She wasn’t listening and had already entwined her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, "now go" her voice was muffled due to her head still being buried in his neck, her voice vibrating against him.

He held her tenderly as he slowly stood up and walked the short distance to his bed. He attempted to put her down on the bed as gently as he could, but that fails,— possibly on purpose — and he quite literally drops and falls on top of her.

"Tanner!" When she eventually opened her eyes, Tanner's stupid, smug face greeted her. "Oops," he chuckled.

He was given a peck on the lips as she arched her brows at him and cupped his face in her hands. "Goodnight." He kissed her again as she giggled, encircling her in his arms, and pulled her back into his chest so she could be little spoon.

"goodnight, baby"

"goodnight"

[enderwoah]

i cannot put into words how excited i am for this new life series but i (obviously) watched jimmy's episode first and man. life!jimmy is so tired. maybe it was cc!jimmy literally just being tired irl but im legally obligated to look at everything from a character standpoint and he just started off sounding so exhausted. like a huge, "yep, this is how it is, this is how it always will be, this will always happen." there was a tired acceptance that never fully grew into that hyper energy that jimmy usually has.

and did you see his interactions with his People? particularly with scott and grian? as soon as scott showed up in the mansion, he was immediately suspicious of him and literally ignored scott trying to insist that he didn't raid the mansion. he's grown so used to scott lying all the time, now he's always suspicious. and when grian and joel tried to make fun of him for not bringing a shield, the shutdown was immediate. no hesitation in telling them to knock it off. he did the same thing with scar, cleo, and bdubs with the bamboo thing, too. less of that 'aw man, guys, are you making fun of me? :(' energy and way more 'are you making fun of me? /genq /neg.' he left as soon as they made it clear they weren't taking him seriously. it's so interesting to see a zero-tolerance jimmy. ive gone insane on main about the concept of him winning this season but this attitude is already making me a little worried (hopeful). all i could think of while cleo laughed at him to his face for saying he was bad was "oh my god the absolute poetry of this happening and then jimmy winning oh my GOD"

[theoceanoasis]

Part 3 of the High School AU pls, The Part 2 was so good, thanks for making it.

You don't have to do this if you don't want to, I saw your writers block post and I honestly feel bad.

He didn't go to the party and ended up staying home with his friends. Eating ice cream and watching a movie while crying about being pathetic and unlovable. His friends tried to reassure him that wasn't true. However it was a little hard when they were together. Both of them snuggling and making him feel like a third wheel like usual.

On Monday Soundwave asked him about it. Dissapointed that he couldn't make it and he felt his insides twist with guilt. Until he remembered what his friends said. Feeling angry he glared at Soundwave who looked surprised.

"I know why you invited me. My friends told me you do this all the time. Find someone pathetic and embarrass them."

"What? No. I would never do that to you. I just wanted to hang out with you."

He looked at Soundwave in surprise who looked equally as surprised as though he didn't mean to say that. Feeling a blush dust his cheeks he looked down in embarrassment.

"There's another party this weekend. Will you please come. I promise. It will be a lot of fun."

He found himself nodding. Wanting to hang out with Soundwave and feeling his spark speed up in his chest. He found himself imagining Soundwave confessing his feelings and the two dating.

The bell suddenly rang bringing him out of his fantasy and away from Soundwave, which was the real tragedy.

When he saw his friends later they asked him if Soundwave talked to him.

"He did."

"Did you tell him how you felt? That you weren't going to be used for his entertainment."

He sighed. Steeling himself for the battle ahead as he told them the truth. Ignoring their unhappy frowns or the way they gently tried to convince him it was a bad idea.

He was tired of other people telling him how to live his life. Especially when they got to enjoy there's. He didn't think Soundwave would do anything to hurt him and he wanted to go.

He glanced over at the Decepticon and the two made eye contact. He blushed and immediately looked away trying to focus on lunch. Saturday was going to be a good day. He could feel it.

[novisius]

This video tutorial has a male speaker who shows screen caps numerous times during it...this tutorial was recommended to be watched before you started the game, but man...is this really the best tutorial for the game there is?

[I discovered 54, not actually the name of the game…it’s like twelve digits or something, but it ends and starts with 54, a few months ago.

Rumors about the game followed the release of FDR, Full Dive Rigs, and the legislation around them. This game, which was supposedly on the dark web, ignored the legislation. It gave you the full spectrum of sensations as if it were real and it boasted extremely realistic AI. I was naturally curious about such a thing.

Normally...well...legally, FD games leave out the sense of smell and almost leave out the sense of touch to the point it basically doesn't exist. 54/Eternal Soul/The Game doesn't leave out those senses. It seems almost entirely real, although the game is kind enough to warn you that if you launch the game, you do void the warranty on your FDR.

The NPC AI is advanced, scarily so. When the game launched, things like quests weren't even a thing, it took someone an in-game month to convince the King of the starting area that it was a better idea to keep the eternal souls preoccupied with even menial tasks than it was to just let them have free reign. They have nations, and laws, and politics, and even strange things like plumbing and gardening as options to do. Though a lot of people do complain that the game requires you to learn how to do things...like, there is no 'slash' skill, you have to figure out how to use a sword yourself. There is no 'blacksmithing' talent, you have to know how to do it. It's useful for building real-world skills, but its not the most fun decision. Especially since the languages in the game are likewise something players don't just get translated for them. That is usually was prevents people from playing the game after checking it out. I started this with something in mind...right, the AI is difficult to distinguish. So, the only way to tell a player from an NPC is through an injury. Players, with our characters 'made of stone sculpted by the gods', naturally don't bleed. But the NPCs, being normal Humans, do. Well, that is speaking a real language, logging out, or leveling up. Though some NPC scholars have begun to learn some of the more prevalent languages of the player base: English, Mandarin, Japanese, Korean, German, French, Italian, Portuguese, Russian, and Hindi.

The next thing I guess to mention is that the game has some weird time-dilation thing going on. In-game time is roughly 10 times real-world time. That is to say, for every day that passes for you outside of the game, ten passes inside of the game. The game itself recommends that players stop playing for an hour to three for every 10 hours they are in-game. There have been some rumors of some people who will just keep playing after that and getting some sort of cognitive issues, so I recommend following that advice personally. Besides, who could play a game for that long and not want a break?

Okay, so next on this tutorial, now that we've gotten the weirdness of the game out of the way, is character creation. So, when you login...I forgot something, right, so this is a hardcore game, obviously. If the senses and lack of player-aiding systems were anything to go by, but what I mean is that this game can only be downloaded onto each FDR once, and each character is associated with the FDR (though there is a process to transfer your account to another machine by contacting the game support team, I've never done it personally but they are apparently pretty quick about it), and if your character dies, the game will brick your FDR after safely logging you out. Unless you've got a lot of money, you only have one life in this game.

Okay, now, character creation. So, when you load into the game, it will ask you a bunch of standard settings questions; 'Do you want your vision corrected/normalized?', 'Do you want limbs restored?', 'Would you like to turn off colorblindness?', etc. But it also has a few more unique questions; 'Would you like Anhydrosis repaired?', 'Would you like Ansomia fixed?'. You know, fixing the senses which normally aren't in FD games. I never encountered those, as I don't have those issues, but apparently, it was very interesting for the people who do.

So, then, you sculpt your character! You sort of carve them out of stone or clay, atleast that's what it felt analogous for to me, and there is an option to use your real world face. Which doesn't always seem to work, so interesting theory there, some players did a volunteer study and they think it doesn't create what you look like, but rather how you see yourself. Some people's will look better or worse than they actually are, some will be spot on, others will be minorly off in some way, etc. Others who have played this game with multiple characters, and the 'sculptor', recommends using that as the baseline, since you actually feel your body, it can be majorly disorientating if you aren't actually in something similar to how you are in real life. That and the fact that you have to be human-like. Though, if that is not your cup of tea, you can change colorations; like you can have black sclera with crimson eyes like my edgelord friend. You can change some features; like pointed ears and fangs like my edgelord friend. You can also create more fur if you get cold easily or give yourself claws. Supposedly the 'sculptor', someone who gets paid to make characters for people, they don't play the game to my knowledge, has created characters with extra eyes, fingers, gills, one with a tail, and supposedly one with wings. (They have ignored all of my messages for statements on those allegations)

During this time you will see yourself in a void, in-game, other players and NPCs will see you in front of a stone pillar under the castle of what used to be the capital of Thalassia (They moved because the players were unruly) as a small golden light floating around your pillar. Fun fact, the light roughly corresponds to where your spleen should be, some weird math went on to figure that out.

Anyways, once your character is made, you should see a cutscene, which should show your true environment. Your little light floats into the stone pillar, which then has the parts that are not a part of your avatar disintegrating into dust leaving behind your stony form (which has generously been auto-applied basic clothing) that begins to spread out color and 'not-stoniness' from the point your light entered. As the cutscene ends, you take on the first-person POV, sorta clipping through the back of the head. Your senses will begin to exist properly over the next few minutes.

Now, you get this fantastic HUD, which includes only a timer counting down in the top left (when the game was released, supposedly it started at the time for 30 in-game years) under which is a logout button which you can 'press', and an invisible-to-everyone-else attribute screen. It should have a 1 in everything and you should feel like you are extremely vulnerable, because you are. You can 'touch' that screen to move it, though I recommend getting used to the thought based interactions with it and placing it into your HUD proper. I place mine in the top right.

So, there are a number of HUD settings I recommend changing immediately, but first, exit from the cellar. Find a guard, and then logout in front of them. That is because all of the settings are in the main menu. I personally think that was a god-awful design decision, but I also have not created an FD game with realistic sense, graphics, and AI, so who am I to judge?

I recommend 'thought commands' being toggled on. I bound my logout button to the thought 'logout1' so I don't accidentally do that when I just consider logging out, but you should bind it to whatever you want. Next, I recommend adding in the souls bar (the xp bar) somewhere on your hud as an element, not a display. The floating screens are displays and I just hate having to interact with them.

Anyways, next enabling your health bar is useful, again, I would make it an element. You can, through that setting here, enable various floating numbers. As you can see here, I prefer to just have a number over my entire bar denoting total and max, as well as a warning that I am dealing 0 damage.

Now, you will notice that there are a few locked options for you, this game does have some microtransactions, but they are solidly useful and cheap. 25¢ a pop, the most frustrating thing about the microtransactions is actually paying them. This game is not exactly legal, so you have to pay using some dark web currency bs, but it is worth it.

The options are Clock (Real-World), Clock (In-Game), Clock (Day-Night), Health Bar (Ally), Health Bar (Neutral), Health Bar (Enemy), and Compass. Those are essential, at least in my humble opinion. The Clocks have a variety of customizations to them, you can have them as displays bound to your wrist like a watch, or you can have them as elements. These are the one thing that I think works better as a display than an element (one of the few things that you are given the choice of). The various health bar options will simply just be a health bar, next to, above, or wrapped around their heads. You can have it set so that it only appears based on proximity or if damage was dealt from one to the other. The compass is just useful, being able to walk in a straight line is always nice, it is magnetic north, but it isn't fooled by nearby magnets.

There are a few other options that change the game to a degree; Mini-map, Awareness (Sound), Awareness (Vision), Senses (Visual), Senses (Auditory), Senses (Tactile), Senses (Olfactory). The first one is...well it just disorients me personally, I know others that will swear by its usefulness, just not me. It does allow you to integrate other elements into it, such as wrapping the compass around it or having a clock in its corner. Though I do have to admit, if you don't know where you are going, it can be very useful. It has a maximum range of something like a 110m radius and a minimum of like 15. It does have some weird height settings which I don't get quite yet. As for the awareness ones, they indicate if you are detectable by sound or by sight by anyone around you. It has a number of ways of doing that, such as showing lines of sight (a bad idea in cities) or by a simple little element on your HUD. I haven't tried playing stealth enough to regularly use this, one element at a time you know? Senses, I've avoided using actively, it feels like my real-world life would be affected a little in a jarring way. But, they enhance your senses, it can either be an element or a data-stream. This is the only one which has the 'data-stream' option. Apparently, the data-stream does something similar to 'correcting colorblindness' in that it just changes how you are processing the sense in the game. The elements can get a little confusing...overwhelming, at times. But they basically allow you to see better (for visual (more lets you mitigate bright lights and darkness on your vision)) and to 'see without seeing' for the others. Each with its own unique brands of limitations.

And there are two that I don't really get why you would want to access them regularly; Level and Self-Portrait. Trust me, level is not useful to know for yourself and it is either visible as an element or display, or it isn't. This is closer to throwing away a quarter to the devs more than something useful. The Self-Portrait is apparently very good for people who need to look at themselves in the mirror to display proper facial expressions since all it does is show your face as if you were looking at it through a camera. There is a way to make it function more as a camera than as a Self-Portrait, which requires using the only exploit I've heard of besides whatever the 'sculptor' is doing. I could see that being useful, but the exploit requires many hours to do properly per portrait…I guess I should mention, you can have up to twelve of them, normally they would only display another angle of your head/bust, but as mentioned, the exploit would do something different. I'm not sure I could go through that exploit more than once honestly.]