#and it’s frustrating for us both. I don’t want her to think I don’t value her because I do and I force myself out often enough bc I

[sunny-knight]

Alright. Here we are indeed

*cracks knuckles then pulls out a clipboard and pen*

Give me the deets. I want your OVERALL OPINION of episode 6. Do not hold back. Do not skip things. I want your evaluation because that will help me build MY evaluation

you are playing a dangerous game here, but I can't thank you enough for this opportunity and how honored I am that you value my opinion

Im incapable of giving my overall opinion and not going any further- so THIS IS JUST ALL OF MY THOUGHTS 😭 I wanted to yap about all of this anyway

My general opinion on the episode is straight at the top though :D

EPISODE 6!

*dumps out everything onto a table and fucks everything up knocking over several cups filled with liquid*

OH. KAY.

So this is definitely my favorite episode out of the bunch- AND THATS SAYING A LOT cause I don’t usually like new things- new things scary and unpredictable- ewie new thing

Of course though, most of my in-depth thoughts and analysis do just revolve around Caine because my entire life does at this point. But OVERALL! this episode really got me invested in everyone elses stories, like I'm not JUST looking forward to Caine, I am HOOKED.

It’s left me more worried, but also more excited about him than I ever have been. So thats why i’m preparing as much as possible by laying out all the pieces of what this episode tells us about Caines character, which I have nicely listed out in this comprehensive little guide :D wait where are you going- no come back- its comprehensive I promise-

TIME TO SPIRAL INTO HELL!

The Set Up

Caine is…trying. IN SUCH A WEIRD AND SAD WAY, He’s so frustrating, but in a good way- he gives them the sports activity, but then pivots with trust exercises, then they dont listen and he’s all “i dont care anymore.” and its just UGH. YOU HAVE THE SUGGESTION BOX!!! This is a part of Caines character that I want to see get improved on the most, but have NO IDEA what their plans are for on that. But I feel like starting at the root cause is a good guess- i mean he’ll never get better while he’s still severely lacking in emotional regulation, viewing himself as HIMSELF, and a lot more that WILL BE TALKED ON LATER :D

“Or we could just have guns.” WE?? The way he talks, and the way he forgets he doesnt have 5 fingers- its like he instinctually wants to be/thinks hes just like them- but then everything about his behavior says the opposite ITS INTERESTING

Though the way he says “UGH FINE. WE’RE BRINGING TEAMS BACK. YOU EACH GET 3 LIVES, LAST TEAM TO SURVIVE IS THE WINNER. HAPPY??” Fills me with SO much joy and satisfaction with the idea that Caine doesnt even like making adventures. It fills that little void in my heart, love it, love seeing caine not liking adventures actively in the show instead of just being alluded to.

“You guys are going to have to handle yourselves for a bit” more intriguing lines that show he feels such a responsibility over them

This is the shortest and only section that goes in order of the shows scenes, I just have a lot to say on that first bit cause it really greatly exemplifies how much control Caine is losing over the circus and himself.

Jax (the human) is more similar to AM than Caine (the A.I.) Is and thats fucking hilarious:

There's a lot of little things with Caine and Jax that have me interested in their potential dynamic, but I feel like it can all be summed up in this one scene

Doesn't that line sound like something people would expect CAINE to say??? Not like he actually would- but HE’S the one who plays god, hes the one Pomni herself suspected just wanted to make her suffer.

It's actually insane.

What I find AMAZINGLY CATHARTIC FOR ME THOUGH is that JAX went “AM mode” not Caine 😭 Not to say Jax actually meant any of what he said, I don’t think he’s ACTUALLY at all like AM, but this rant sure does sum up that guys…everything- to a T.

Both Caine and Jax are the characters that abide the most by the cartoon logic, and fit with Jax’ whole speech about character archetypes. Which, speaking of that, Jax doesn’t give a trait to Caine and that makes me both think in a comedic way, his archetype is just…the ringmaster one, and in a more serious way with how Jax views Caine in general. He also says that they all just become “part of the machine” and i’m wondering if “the machine” is Caine. Like technically yes, because Caine is the circus- I just mean was Jax consciously referring to him or not.

Jax says that HE’S the one who causes pain for fun, and he said himself that being malicious isnt in Caines nature in episode 4. It’s almost like he wants to think he’s actually the one with the most control in this situation. He HUMORS Caine, but he doesnt ever talk about him the way Ragatha or Kinger do, “we could always ask Caine for help” “What you need to do now is find Caine”. They rely on him, while Jax just goes “Hey Caine! Theres Zooble!”. (Pomni, Zooble and Gangle fit into their own categories I feel, but they’re not really relevant here cause my point still stands that no one humors him the way Jax does)

Maybe the reason why we didnt see Jax his tail back was because he asked Caine for it- and he does NOT want people to see him have to ask for anything. He’s supposedly at the top of the ladder, why on earth would he need anything from anyone else???

maybe im over analyzing that bit, but as a whole Jax just gives off the vibe that he DESPERATELY needs to feel like he’s the one in control. So how does he feel about the guy who’s- actually- in control?

I find it interesting that Jax’ attempt at that is to essentially be a surface level analysis of Caine. Like he’s trying to be a weird second more-evil ringmaster.

Taking all of those control themes aside- THIS SCENE MAKES ME CRAZY. After he goes on his whole rant thats basically saying IM THE ONE IN CONTROL! NOT CAINE- ME!!! He swears absent mindedly- and gets SLAPPED in the face with. No. Buddy. Caine can still censor you. He literally controlled your words last adventure- you never had any control. and you never will oOoOooo

JUST THE WAY HE REACTS TO THE CENSOR THE WAY HE GRABS AT HIS MOUTH ITS SUUUUCHH GOOD ANIMATED ACTING

Caine and Jax are very similar in the way they treat this place, but their origins on why are very different. Jax used to have a life, so he has turned into this cartoon character, and whenever he breaks from his role, its like his true self is coming out and he plasters back on that shit eating grin.

but for Caine, he’s NEVER NOT been an archetype, his natural tone combines with his job more, its consuming his life, WHICH HE’S NEVER HAD OUTSIDE OF THE CIRCUS. For Jax its a coping mechanism to adjust to a situation but for Caine its very much working to suppress another half of himself that he hasn’t seemed to explore nearly as much since he’s never been given the chance

Also while we’re talking about him, lets just add Jax to the list of characters that have come dangerously close to abstraction (Gangle and Caine)

This episode also worked to establish that everyone has someone, with the scenes between Gangle and Zooble, Ragatha and Kinger, and Ragatha and Pomni. Jax and Pomni were SUPPOSED TO but then Jax kinda ruined that 😭 But then Caine wasn’t even given a chance- Everyone has a someone. Except for them. (so p l e a s e team up at some point oh my god oh my god that’d go so hard)

DAISY, DAISY, GIVE ME YOUR ANSEWRS FOR FUCK SAKE PLEASEPLEASEPLEAS-:

Ive made a big deal before about how theres always been a big pivital instrumental scene to mark an ending point to a characters development, a new chapter in their lives unfolding. Then ep 5 was the odd one out in how it focused on Caine, was in the middle of the episode, and was more just checking in on him to show us…yeah hes not doing so good- SO WHERES THE INSTRUMENTAL SEQUENCE IN THIS EPISODE???

There was…I guess?? a musical sequence in Jax and Pomni singing. Idk what to make of that but I wanna believe thats more important than it appears.

Everyone and there mothere have been talking about how ohh Daisy Bell is the first song sung by a computer, and was sung by Hal 9000, yadayada THATS BABY STUFF, WE GOTTA REAAAALLLY REACH FOR THE STARS HERE OKAY???

I BET MY FIRST BORN SONS LIFE THAT ITS ACTUALLY symbolic of how Caines A.I. had nice origins, and at his core he is a well meaning guy who has been demonized and turned into this creepy thing over time, in the same way the song has been turned into a creepy tiktok audio when its really just a nice song with very interesting origins.

…what are you talking about..? YES IT WAS ON PURPOSE- I’M NOT CRAZY YOU’RE CRAZY

Also the lyriccss….UGH “I'm half crazy all for the love of you” They describe Caine very well right now, he’s literally crazy over just wanting people to love him.

Also can I be brave and ask the question- why the hell does Caine do that. I get it was a set up for Jax and Pomni to tease Zooble with, but why does he do that. The fact that they didn’t ask him about it in the episode makes me think the answer is actually important and will come up later- cause why does he DO THAT and why does it make me wanna cry imagining this poor bastard singing to himself when he gets ignored.

T H E P H O T O S:

Guys what the hell was this. Why did he do that. Why does he do that- WHY DOES HE DO ANYTHING

First I wanna unpack all the surrounding details that make this scene hit as hard as it does for me. We have never seen Caine by himself until now, since he’s always with Bubble. Nor is he very famous for sitting with his emotions. Never have we seen him DEEP IN THOUGHT and yet here he is, and its what he’s choosing to do with his free time.

Caine says he has an awards show to put on, but then very obviously, and visually-comedically shows he’s actually doing NOTHING and just resting- majorly lacking in subtly. Yet, when everyone leaves to find the guns, he taps his finger like he’s waiting to make sure he’s actually alone, and THEN takes out these photos. Thats oddly meticulous for him. Taking a moment to himself- ITS SO WEIRD! WE KEEP SEEING NEW SIDES TO CAINE, WHEN WILL HE STOP BEING A FUCKING RUSSIAN NESTING DOLL 😭

Also greatly pointed out by @distantmaniacallaugh- He sits in a lawn chair and looks at the realistic sky png???? BROTHER.

Just what does this mean to him? Is it Abel related?? its not the same room as the pilot, but its clearly the same building. The computer is turned off, unlike his, thats on…It looks like the office he made himself in ep 4…? thats honestly all the information I can get out of it, and I cant easily come to any conclusions.

The important part though I think is the fact that he’s doing this at all, not why. Though i’d still love to know

THE DEVIL'S TANGO:

I don’t even have an analysis for this- just so many questions

If its censorship related then why the hell doesn’t he react that way to swearing? Also why did it get bleeped out the way NPCs get bleeped out, and not accompanied by the wacky sound effect/censor bar

It unfortunately makes me think of AM and how he talks about the ability to “make love”, which he associates with not being alive, but he’s still conscious, reasons for hating humanity, all that, blah blah,

Im trying to think of all the things we know about Caine- WHY??? I guess I can focus on the trigger later, the more interesting bit that I can work with is DID HE RESET HIMSELF OR WAS THAT SHIFT AUTOMATIC? Cause either way its an important bit of info for when he inevitably bricks the circus

Behind The Scenes:

Abel stuff, Kinger stuff, all the past stuff we have to acknowledge. The trailer already showed us this, but yeah plain as day, C&A now OFFICIALLY stands for Caine and Abel. Ive given the whole concept a lot of thought and Ive come to a few conclusions.

I don’t think Caine actually murdered anyone, I think the bible story will be used in a way IHNM is used, where its a subversion of the original story. Caine in TADC is based off of the villains in both of those stories, so if he’s a redeemable version of AM, I have a feeling he’ll also be a redeemable version of Caine-Bible-Edition.

Another piece of evidence that supports this, but isnt as strong- i still wanna mention it- is that Caine uses the C&A logo EVERYWHERE in his adventures. Why would he do that if he literally murdered a guy half a part of that- the name “Abel” is one thing I feel he’d want to BURY deep in his subconscious.

What I think would make for something REALLY interesting is if the “murder” of Abel was more symbolic. Abel was actually another side to Caine, a side that isn’t a performer, and is just- A GUY. I just really like the general concept of Abel being an alter ego/part of Caine, which was introduced to me by Athena P on youtube

Still- why is he putting that logo everywhere? I feel like thats a question that has to be answered eventually, no matter who or what Abel ends up being. Is Caune trying to get someone's attention? appease some sort of force?

Other than that, Kinger saying he hated himself for things he thought he was responsible for…I cant tell if thats trying to get us to think of Queenie when it actually means creating the circus? or vice versa?? But for the sake of discussion im gonna pretend like its confirmed at this point because I NEED THIS RIGHT NOW

Also he can just...create stuff now? thats....coooooooolll.

IS that just a him thing? I can’t tell if thats involved with using the cartoon physics or not. Either way, him potentially helping make the circus has LOTS OF FEELINGS ATTACHED FOR ME. I wanna know what Caine and Kingers canonical feelings are on one another SO FUCKING BADLY cause it has to be interesting, please be interesting, it's a creation and his creator, they’ve both been there the longest, theyre both insane- Kinger saying he has a resilient mind- Ragathas questions reminds me of me asking myself how on Earth CAINE lasted this long- It makes me think that KINGER is the best case scenario for having a resilient mind, and CAINE IS THE WORST-

THIS HAS TO ALL BE IMPORTANT OR LEADING UP TO SOMETHING OR SOMETHING OH MY GOD JUST GIVE ME MY STUPID CHESS PIECE AND DENTURES QUEER PLATONIC MELODRAMA ALREADY

NEVER ENOUGH:

This is the finale! Where we go from silly goofs and gafs to genuinely heartbreaking things about Caines character so CWs and TWs beware for very bad mental health things!!! YAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This awards show, is not a “characters you like” show, this is a FAVORITE character thing. The is basically screaming in our faces now that Caine isn't okay with just being liked, no, he needs to be THE FAVORITE. THE BEST!!

I imagine some of the reasons for this are abandonment issues related, like the studio definitely just left him and this game to rot. But also his role as a whole is really bad at enabling him. He’s playing god, he’s never existed in a world where he isn’t fundamentally the most important person there.

But it all ends with a nonsense character winning, really showing how tragically funny this all is. Its a silly contest- but Caine is putting so much on the line for it.

He thanks THE COMMITTEE for the vote, but clearly, this isn’t the wacky watch vote because Ming didn’t…get…voted- And also 100 other reasons why we are not responsible for this plot point-

But then there lies the question of who on earth was voting for all of this, cause I think thats really important to acknowledge when understanding what this means for Caine as a character. I believe the “people” who decided the votes were basically bots/npc’s that Caine made, which makes it even more confusing how he didnt get a single vote-

BUT THATS THE THING,

This episode really played with self worth in general but especially in this world where you dont feel real, and Caine isn’t getting out of this theme either. The NPCs that CAINE CREATED didn't vote for him, because they’re simply extensions of himself. And he hates himself.

To what degree he’s aware of this can be debated, but im more focusing on how the desiring for outside love and affection just because you cant, or wont , provide it for yourself is an absolute death spiral.

If you hate yourself, NOTHING will be enough, you’re not fun to be around when you hate yourself, even so, if anyone genuinely likes you, you’ll trick yourself into believing they secretly don't. Either way, it will never be enough, and love starts with you. No one else is going to fill that void in your heart.

…I think thats what we can take away from this, and I just really hope Caine learns this lesson eventually too.

He misreads the letter, but his eyes are SO CROSSED he’s not even looking at it 😭😭😭😭😭😭 This entire scene just makes me so miserable, its a cry for help, then the post credit scene and his break from all that- it feels like he's finally reached his limit. It doesn’t even cut to black, that makes me think the next episode will just JUMP RIGHT IN right where we left off, especially since Ragatha and Pomni said they’d talk after the show.

I'm also very confident that because of that break, Ep 7 is gonna be The Caine Episode (™) and I cant *sniff* w- WAit f- for tHaT…!!

Other Small Things :3

Caine implanting the info into Jax, what even was that

also Poor Bubble 😭 If I'm right in him representing Caine's inner critic, then that's really interesting that he's being CRUSHED in the episode where Caine seems to be at his worst in terms of denial.

“why does all you do is complaining?” Either his logic is breaking or this is just a quirk of his character. Either way, I love it. reminds me of papyrus- *gets popped like Bubble*

…so anyway this is exactly why I had to take a break and will continue to be less active for the time being.

This thing has been ruining my life/pos

[indiesextape]

so

[honeyedfate]

loverboy | 심재윤

pairing. jake sim x idol!gf!reader

jake is in love. completely smitten. and anyone in his immediate vicinity knows it. they also know that jake is an incredibly caring and thoughtful boyfriend and that he’d do anything for you. which makes it all the more frustrating when both of your fans believe that you can barely stand each other. they even have proof.

genre. fluff

a/n: wishing everyone a happy new year! may 2025 be kind to all of us x

[ › second part ][ › third part ]

jake is not a lover boy. he knows that. he’s never been overly well-versed in romance and he never pretended to be. nonetheless, he believes that there is a pertinent distinction to be made between being a hopeless romantic and being a good boyfriend.

the latter is what he strives for every day of his life. if romance is a language then it might not be his native tongue but, damn it, he works tirelessly to be fluent in it. he wears the title of being a good boyfriend like it’s a polished badge of honour, not expecting anything in return but solely doing it because he believes you don’t deserve anything less (and because he’s hopelessly in love, but that’s besides the point).

so how he ends up in this deeply offensive predicament is a mystery to him. he will lose sleep over it and will continue to do so until it’s resolved, which is seemingly why he’s sat in a meeting room at the company building, nervously spinning his chair while sneaking glances at you.

if he’s a nervous wreck then you’re the embodiment of a peace sign. he is simply in awe at how you’re this unperturbed by the presence of your managers, a pr team, a higher executive, and jungwon and chaewon. to say he was equal parts surprised and confused when he first walked into this room is an understatement.

it was exacerbated once you entered the room as well, looking just as puzzled and uninformed by this meeting as he was. you sat a respectable distance away from him, yet your presence still calmed jake down.

until it didn’t.

alarm bells slowly started ringing once he looked around the room. the bells were practically blaring when yuki said, “jake, as your manager and your friend you know that i only want what’s best for you. you know that. and y/n, you’ve been spending enough time with us to know that i’m fond of you, i think you’re a good kid. i care for both of you, which is the only reason why i’m asking you this.” he hesitated a little, taking a deep breath. “are you two dating?”

the silence was loud.

neither of you dared to glance at each other. an eternity must’ve passed until chaewon cleared her throat and said in a calm, steady voice, “it’s okay, guys. really.”

jake glanced at jungwon who was nodding eagerly. that was when you caught jake’s eye and he immediately knew you wanted to tell them. you had both talked about this before, letting him know that you wouldn’t mind if the company knew. you also knew that jake had his hesitations.

just telling the guys and knowing that you had told the girls nearly gave him heart palpitations. and it’s not because he’s distrustful, he just really values his privacy and keeping your relationship private felt like the right thing to do. thus, revealing it to the people presently sat in front him felt like a violation to his own peace of mind, but you both nodded and so it was out.

the response was nothing he could’ve expected. ever. because they looked… relieved? they actually looked quite happy. both of your managers had loosened a breath while the pr team had cracked tiny smiles or were trying very hard not to.

“what’s going on?” you said with a frown, having picked up on it too. chaewon gave a small laugh.

“well,” said the pr woman in a blue top. she picked up a black remote and pointed it at the beamer on the ceiling to turn it on. “recently, you two have been quite the talk on the internet. it seems that both of your fans think you hate each other. they’re actually pretty certain.”

and so, for the next twenty minutes jake and you were presented with a slideshow involving various headlines, articles, comments, posts, and video compilations from different social media platforms that had jake and you gasping in rotation.

“this one’s just dumb!” jake sputters, waving at the screen. “they’re saying i pushed her to the floor because she was dancing in her seat? why would i do that? she was sitting on the other side of the row, how could i have seen her!”

“maybe you sensed it and it really pissed you off.” you snort, holding up a folder filled with social media comments. “someone said i must despise your whole being because you’re introverted and i apparently have a personal vendetta against your people.”

“my people are your people! you’re an introvert too.” jake sounds desperate now. “where are they getting this from? all of these are so obviously a reach, come on.”

jake takes the folder out of your hands when he sees you giggling over a comment, prompting you to pout playfully. he pokes your side.

“you see…” jungwon speaks up, shaking his hair out of his eyes and clearly planning to beat around the bush. “is it though? not really. that obvious, i mean.”

chaewon hums in agreement. “i mean, i know you guys are in love, but there have been too many incidents that have caught people’s attention. it just can’t be a coincidence anymore, jake. the compilation is 30 minutes long, you know.” she looks at you and him carefully.

jake is beside himself. “you mean to tell me i pushed my girlfriend to the floor intentionally?”

“no, of course not,” says yuki with wide eyes, “we know you couldn’t hurt a fly if you wanted to, but, it’s just, well, how else did it happen? you mean to tell me y/n coincidentally fell against your arm when she walked past?”

“i’m just clumsy, guys.” you say quickly, moving your own chair closer to jake’s and bumping your legs against his in the process. “i was just walking down to my seat when he moved his arm because he was pointing at something. he didn’t even see me.”

“and when you were sitting on the floor right in front of him after the whole venue saw you fall, he also didn’t see you, right? him looking straight into your eyes and not moving a finger, so that a member from boynextdoor had to help you up also doesn’t have to mean anything, right?” grey sweater guy from pr chimes in, sounding amused and curious and very punchable (to jake, at least).

“yeah, what was that about?” jungwon says in a low voice as if everyone in the room had suddenly developed hearing issues.

“or when you went out of your way to pour champagne on her at the prada afterparty?” blue top woman adds unhelpfully.

your manager winces like it’s a traumatic experience that happened to him. “there was also that one time when fans saw you hiding all of the vogue covers with y/n on them behind a bunch of other magazines at a bookstore.”

“or when y/n handed you flowers on music bank when we won and you gave them back. on camera.” jungwon snickers.

“okay!” jake lets himself fall back against his chair, feeling absolutely defeated. “i can’t believe that’s how people perceived all of this. that’s…god, i don’t even know, but i can explain.”

“please do,” you say in a teasing tone, “because i am also starting to think you might actually secretly hate me.”

“what—” jake leans towards you abruptly, searching your eyes and you can’t help but laugh.

“i’m just joking.”

“get better jokes,” he grumbles, pouting, before letting out a long sigh when he sees everyone staring at him expectantly. “i don’t even know where to begin.”

“start with the magazines,” you say.

“oh, those...” he scratches the back of his head. “i was at a bookstore when i saw the covers on display and i just felt really proud, i mean you looked beautiful and it was a cool concept. so i took some pictures on my phone and when it suddenly changed to the front camera, i could see two girls looking at me from behind. i panicked and didn’t know what to do, so i quickly shoved the magazines behind some others hoping they didn’t see me take the photos.”

“they didn’t,” grey sweater guy confirms. “they only saw you hide them.”

jake nods. “yes, and at the prada afterparty, i just… i didn’t saw anyone filming us, so i thought it’d be safe to bring my girlfriend a drink. i was being subtle, but when i turned around, she was standing a lot closer than expected and i bumped into her. the whole drink just kind of spilled over and that’s when i saw the phones filming us.”

jake glances at you sheepishly, but you simply smile reassuringly, knowing that it was just an accident and he had apologised profusely that night. it was never that big of a deal to you anyway, knowing no one was mad that the dress had been ruined. reaching over under the table, you interlace your fingers with his and draw small circles on the back of his hand with your thumb, hoping it signals to him exactly that.

he goes on to say, “i also didn’t mean to push her at the AAA awards. it was all an accident and it happened so quickly that when i looked down and saw y/n there, i just froze. i couldn’t believe what had happened and also…” he clears his throat. “she just looked really pretty, like she was wearing that dress and her hair looked so—erm, yea, anyway. i malfunctioned.”

jungwon gives a small laugh, shoving jake’s shoulder as chaewon coos. you try to hide your grin when you see how red his ears are and fail miserably, but jake mirrors it, so you don’t feel too bad about it.

“and the flowers, oh my god, i don’t know why i did that.” jake groans like the memory still haunts him. “i just saw the bouquet and my brain went oh, flowers! i need to give them to y/n so i did. like an idiot. and i obviously couldn’t snatch them back when heeseung asked why i did that. it was embarrassing.”

the whole room erupts in laughter and you lay your head on his shoulder, saying, “it was cute.”

jake grunts something incoherent, but wraps an arm around your waist anyway, pulling you closer.

“you know,” the higher executive finally speaks up, still laughing. “it’s extremely relieving that you two don’t hat each other because your fans were really turning this into a battlefield. this, however, is much easier to manage knowing you are both willing to cooperate.”

jake and you exchange a look. “what do you mean cooperate?”

“cooperate in what?” you add on.

the pr team pulls out another stack of folders, each of them tabbed and colour coordinated. “we have a plan.”

grey sweater guy starts another presentation, revealing the first slide which says in bold, capital letters OPERATION: NO HATE, JUST DATE.

your jaw hits the floor. jake inhales sharply and says under his breath, “no way.”

next to him, jungwon grins, enjoying himself a little too much.

“this will be so much fun, guys!”

[ second part › operation: no hate, just date ]

[seresinhangmanjake]

The Harkonnen's Claim

Feyd-Rautha x Atreides!Reader

Summary: Your brother, Paul, took you from Feyd in a vulnerable moment, and if he wants the woman he loves back, he will have to give your brother something in return.

Notes/Warnings: this is part 2 of 2. Ignore canon ages in the timeline. I don’t know what they are, but everyone young is in their twenties, cool? Cool. Dune inaccuracies. Mention of pregnancy (present) and miscarriage (past). Jessica and Paul kind of (very much) suck. Feyd’s a soft boy for our reader. Smutty-ish (18+) and fluffy stuff, tidbit of angst. I'm sure there are spelling mistakes. I read it twenty times, but you know how it is. I think that’s it.

Words: 3300

Feyd Masterlist Part 1

You can’t see him—your eyelids are too heavy—but he’s shouting. Cursing. With each of his grunts glass shatters and metal clangs against the walls. Feminine voices are shrieking in sync with the rageful sounds coming from your lover and his actions. He is scaring them. He shouldn’t be scaring them. It isn’t their fault. 

“Get out!” he yells. 

More shrieks. Multiple pairs of feet rapidly shuffle about. The door slams and then Feyd is sitting beside you on the bed, one hand brushing your hair back from your forehead, the other rubbing up and down your forearm and pulling it onto his lap. 

“My love…” he says, “It’s ok. You’re ok.”

You swallow hard and peel open your eyelids to see his face hovering above you. A sigh leaves his lips when his eyes connect with yours.

“They were only here to help,” you mutter. 

Feyd bites down hard, sharpening the line of his jaw. He has much to say, you know, but he struggles to release his frustration in any manner other than shouting or fighting in the arena. Right now, he can’t do either.

“They did nothing to help,” he softly snaps. 

But he’s wrong. The women he brought in to examine you did exactly as they were told. It’s just that their conclusion upon taking a look at you was not what he, nor you, expected to hear. 

“Considering the excessive bleeding, she seems to have—” the woman paused; you could hear the tremble in her voice “—lost the baby, my Na-Baron. I’m very sorry.”

Neither of you has spoken about heirs or lineage or combining the genetics of Great Houses. You hadn’t even known of your pregnancy until you heard them tell Feyd that you are no longer carrying the child, and yet, you feel a tremendous loss. You instantly wonder what that child would have been. A boy? A girl? Would they have been a warrior like their father? Or more level-headed like their mother? Maybe a combination of both—that would probably be best for everyone.

“We’ll try again when you feel better,” Feyd tells you, leaning down and pressing his forehead into yours. 

Slowly closing your eyes, you reach a hand up to rest on the back of his neck, your thumb caressing between his ear and the curve of his jaw. “Feyd, we weren’t trying to begin with.”

“Does that mean we shouldn’t?” he asks. “You are meant to be the mother of my heir.”

You sigh. “Feyd–”

“You are,” he demands, but you can detect his hidden plea. “You will be.” 

—

They are scared of him—your son—or, at least, she is. 

With your ear pressed against the door, you can hear them in the halls. Mother and son arguing over your value. 

“Get rid of them, Paul, while you still can,” Lady Jessica implores him. “It’s in our best interest. You have no idea the kind of man she will raise that baby to be.”

But Paul has embraced his new role. There’s no hesitation in how he speaks to her anymore. His words are firm, but well-chosen. He truly was born to be a leader, just not the leader the Universe agreed on.  

“The boy will one day be the Baron, and by then, he will have grown stronger than most, his father included,” Paul confirms. “But we only benefit from having that on our side. From Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen’s need for my sister, an alliance will be formed that could last decades, maybe centuries. But if you harm her, he will come at us in a way his House never has before. And if he finds out you also took his child from him then he’ll spend the rest of his life hunting you, me, Alia…Chani…your future grandchildren—he won’t stop.”

Paul sighs. You can picture him running his hand through his curly locks. He’s done that ever since he was a child. From the moment his little hand could reach above his head, his fingers would be playing with that hair. His mother scolded him wherever he did it in front of the other families of great Houses. ‘Makes you appear anxious,’ she would say, and no son of hers was permitted to come off as anything but respectable in front of their equals. She knew of the man he would one day become. But her nagging didn’t help him in the end. 

“Paul, listen to m–”

“QUIET,” he commands in the Voice that seems to ripple through the halls. “You act as if I won that duel without effort. As if I could do it again in my sleep. But not only did he survive what should have killed him, he almost killed me,” he reminds her. “So do not let your hatred for my sister lead us down a vulnerable path.”

You pull your ear away from the door. How strange that you always knew she hated you and yet never heard it from anyone’s lips until now. You can’t say it hurts, but it does affirm that the only thing keeping you alive is the one thing you didn’t want to be: Feyd’s weakness. He’s saving you even though you’re out of reach. You and the baby he put inside of you. 

You run your hand over your clothed stomach. There’s no physical evidence of your pregnancy, but now that you know he’s there you can feel him…somehow. You feel his strength. You feel his grit. You feel what Lady Jessica fears, and you love it. You hope she lives in fear for many years, always keeping one eye on the half-Harkonnen child that her son commanded her to spare. 

The doorknob twists and you quickly back away as Paul steps into your bedroom. His brows pinch when he sees how you’re standing in the middle of the room. You’re not resting, you’re not admiring the scenery outside your window, there’s no book in your hand—you look suspicious. You can practically hear his thoughts. What were you doing, sister? 

“It’s time to go,” he tells you, stepping closer. You don’t have a chance to reply before the command “SLEEP” weaves into your brain. Your eyes close. Your body goes limp into your brother’s arms. Your mind shuts down. You’re gone. 

—

It’s bright. The inside of your eyelids are glowing the same orange shade as the flower your father traditionally gifted you on your birthday. It’s brighter than Caladan and Arrakis. A brightness you know only comes from Giedi Prime’s midday sun. 

You're moving but not by your own feet. Your eyelids flutter to adjust to your surroundings, and when they open, you find yourself tucked against a chest. An Atreides soldier, once your father’s, now sworn to serve your brother. 

“Put me down,” you mumble, but he doesn’t. “Put me down!”

“Put her down if she wants to be put down,” Paul says. “She won’t go anywhere. This is exactly where she wants to be.”

You’re set on your feet, but the soldier’s hand wraps around your bicep as the group comes to a halt. You do a quick glance around. Sixteen soldiers, suitably armed and shields activated. More on the ship likely, ready to attack if necessary. One Bene Gesserit bitch. One intended emperor with the skin of your brother. And you, anxiously awaiting him.

“Atreides!”

Feyd steps out of the Harkonnen fortress alone. He walks down the lengthy walkway alone. He has a blade at his hip, a shield, but no soldiers. You know they are somewhere, though, hiding, waiting for his call if needed.

As the distance between you lessens, tears attempt to blur your vision, but you blink them away. Your legs quiver, and you would collapse to your knees if not for the vice grip on your arm. He’s alive. He’s so beautifully alive. He’s broad, and strong, and he’s stomping toward your brother like a predator honing in on its prey. You didn't know for sure what he would look like after near death, and the last two weeks gave your mind the will to run wild, but he's perfect. Like it never happened.

“Paul, you must reconsider,” Lady Jessica whispers from behind him. “We do not need him.”

“I decide who and what we need,” he says. “My sister, my negotiations.”

She tips her head and steps back into place before shooting you a glare that you refuse to acknowledge.

Feyd is closing in, but his next step is deemed too close for Paul. Weapons are drawn. A blade presses into your neck. Feyd pauses. 

“Give me what's mine, Atreides!” he snaps. 

He’s seething and makes no attempt to hide it as he paces along the invisible line your brother has drawn. His brow is low, a shadow over the blue eyes piercing through Paul’s head. He hasn’t looked at you, but you know he won’t. Not directly. He already knows what your brother has over him and there’s no need to remind him by giving in to the internal panic he’s fighting. 

“Yours?” Paul returns. “She’s not yours yet, Harkonnen, so it would be wise of you to cooperate.”

Feyd practically growls, pale lips splitting to reveal black teeth as Paul gestures for you to stand beside him. The soldier shoves you forward and you turn to smack at his wrist. 

“I know how to walk,” you grumble. “Bastard.”

Paul clasps his hands behind his back. “You want her; that is understandable. She wants to be with you, too. You should have seen how she fell apart when she thought you were dead,” your brother taunts. His tongue clicks to make a tsking sound.

Feyd’s fingers twitch at his side, itching to grab the hilt of his knife. You know a layer of red bleeds across his vision. His thoughts are a jumble of demands bouncing around his skull. Kill. Maim. Destroy. Take what’s yours. But he can’t. And, excluding his uncle, Feyd hasn’t ever faced a situation where he can’t do as he pleases with whatever stands in front of him.

“Do not push him too far, Paul,” you mutter in warning. “He's not alone, either.”

Your brother ignores you, voice raising as he says, “And your son? You would like to have him as well, yes?”

The pacing stops. Feyd’s lips softly part. His eyes widen ever so slightly and he finally looks at you. When you lightly nod, his jaw clenches. 

Paul doesn’t miss the silent communication. “So,” he says, lifting his chin a half-inch, “are we calm now?”

Feyd inhales a deep breath and huffs it out through his nose. He does it again and again, chest puffing out then deflating like an animal desperate to strike. ‘Calm’ isn't exactly how you would describe him—good, you expect nothing less—but he’s not displaying the same heightened level of fury.

“What do you want, Atreides?” Feyd grunts.

“Loyalty,” Paul doesn’t hesitate to answer. “You are my cousin. You love my half-sister and the two of you will share a child, assuming you can behave yourself. Family should inherently be loyal to family, I believe. That’s a fair place to start.”

“To start?” Feyd spits. “Do not play with me, cousin. Tell me all that you want from me now.”

Paul’s lips curve in a slight smile. The same modest smile he used when greeting guests of your father’s. You have your own version of that smile. They are smiles capable of hiding secrets. Like the smiles you would give Lady Jessica in front of your father, and the smile Paul gave Princess Irulan when he formally claimed her hand days after the duel.

However, there are no secrets behind the smile this time. He knows exactly what he wants from your lover and takes pleasure in revealing the totality of it.

“This war is just beginning,” Paul tells Feyd. “The other Houses reject my leadership. You will not. You will make a public declaration that the Harkonnens will fight for me, alongside the Fremen,” he says. “If you refuse to fulfill this, I will return with every fighter I have. My sister will be our primary target and you will fail to protect her…again.”

The disrespect lingers in the air. To force a Harkonnen to kneel to an Atreides is a power Feyd once told you only you possess. But it appears Paul has forced an unexpected exception.

“There's nothing for you to debate, I imagine,” Paul says. “Not when it comes to the woman you love and your child.”

Paul gives a winning smirk at your lover’s silence—Feyd’s glare is answer enough. 

With a hand firmly on the center of your back, your brother guides you forward. “Go on,” he instructs. “There's no reason to keep him waiting.”

You turn your head back to Paul, expecting a trick, but when he nods in encouragement you rush over to Feyd in a light jog so as not to get tangled up in the skirts you can’t wait to tear off your body. A pale hand reaches out for you and curls around your waist when you’re close enough to be pulled against his chest. A kiss lands on your hairline before his forehead falls to rest on yours. 

“You're not hurt?” he asks. 

“I'm fine,” you promise him. 

“This will never have to become complex, Harkonnen,” Paul calls from his side. Your heads raise to look at him. “Your House now fights for mine. If loyalty is upheld, personal lines will not be crossed. In other words, your child and woman are safe from me as long as my empress, concubine, and children are safe from you.”

Feyd’s Adam’s apple bobs harshly with his hard swallow; another practice in tamping down his rage.

“I’m glad we can all walk away from this satisfied,” Paul continues, grinning ear to ear. “Except for my mother, of course. Were she given her way, my sister would be cut open on the floor and her womb ripped out of her. She doesn’t believe a Harkonnen can exercise restraint and respect agreements. I’m sure you’ll prove her wrong.”

Your dress tightens at your waist from Feyd’s fingers fisting into the material. “Keep your head,” you gently whisper. “Let him go.”

“You have three days to officially announce your allegiance,” Paul tells the two of you before turning to his ship. He enters first, followed by his mother who gives you a final look of disapproval, and then, two-by-two, his soldiers. Not until they’re a speck in the sky does Feyd place a hand on your cheek, guide your face to his, and seal his lips to yours. 

—

He intends to burn the dress to ash in the built-in incinerator that the Harkonnens consider a fireplace. Before now, you haven’t seen it demonstrate its purpose. Feyd refused. “We do not need that,” he would tell you, somewhat offended when you would request a bit more warmth in the middle of the night while he was next to you. He’d strip himself of any clothing he might’ve been wearing and tuck you into his side. “See? You’re fine now.”

Tonight, however, he’s quick to turn the thing on and let it heat up as he takes his knife to the back of your gown, slicing through the buttons that trace along your spine until the material slips off your body. He helps you out of the ring of destroyed fabric at your feet before wadding it into a ball and tossing it into the flames. 

Feyd hums, satisfied, then piece by piece the armor falls from his form until he’s bare with his body to yours, his lips sucking and nibbling, fingers kneading and exploring, cock easing in and out of your core. You cry as he bites into your neck, and soak in the moment for what it is compared to what it could have been had he not survived. How alone you would be. How distraught over what would become of you.

But he did survive. He’s here. You have him. His lips and teeth and touch and cock and heart—all yours. You have the warmth of his breath that brushes your face and neck and shoulders. You have his groans and moans; the perfect sounds he makes when he first enters you and when he cums. Everything you thought you’d lost is wrapped tightly in your arms. Safe. Protected.

He finishes inside of you twice, and as he begs for one more, the ache between your thighs tempts you to remind him he already got you pregnant. But when you study the tenderness in his eyes, your desire refreshes, the pain washes away, and you can’t get enough. You take until he can no longer give—when all he has the energy for is holding and kissing. 

Feyd leans over you in the bed, your legs intertwined under the sheets and his hand at the back of your head as his mouth moves with yours. 

“W-Wait,” you say between kisses. He hums against your lips and when you tilt your head back, he makes a noise of protest before joining them again. “I-I’m ser-ious.”

With his brow pinched, he pulls back to stare into your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth as you search for a delicate way to question the effectiveness of his new authority. “Feyd, what’s going to happen? What will everyone think?” you ask. “Your people? Your soldiers?”

“That’s what bothers you right now while in this bed with me?” You nod. He sighs. “I observed my uncle in his time as Baron. I’m capable of explaining these changes in a manner that will have them think nothing of it. Should an outlier take issue, they will face the known consequences. The rest will do as I command,” he says, emphasizing his words with another kiss. “Just as they will do as you command and as our son will one day command.”

You shake your head. “Don’t be silly. No one on Giedi Prime will listen to me,” you tell him. “My voice doesn’t mean anything to them.”

“They'll respect the voice of their Baroness.” 

Your brows raise. “Your wife?”

Feyd smirks and dips his head into the curve of your neck to lick and suck at sensitive skin. “Do you have objections, my love?”

It would be a lie to say you haven’t imagined being Feyd’s wife. It didn’t occupy your every thought, but it crossed your mind. Like when he would pluck out the eyes of the men who leered at you or remove the tongues of those who scoffed when you spoke. Or when you would watch him sleep and his face was unable to maintain the hard, stony stare that he brought back with him after dealing with his uncle. He’d be serene, the epitome of peace, and it was so lovely that sometimes you couldn’t help yourself. You would kiss his puffy lips until he woke to reciprocate, which led to him spreading your legs wide and stuffing his hard column of flesh between your folds. His ability to be gentle in his cruel world was how you knew he would be a good husband—to you, anyway. You have no idea the fate of his marriage were there a different bride.

His tongue runs over the bite mark and you gasp. “N-No.”

Lips trail along your jawline as his hand slides from the base of your neck between the valley of your breasts to settle on your stomach. 

“He'll be strong,” Feyd says, looking at you. “Our boy.”

You chuckle. “Stronger than you, I heard.”

Feyd swallows, then nods in acceptance. “Good. He’ll need to be,” he says, thumb stroking just above your navel. “The only Atreides my son will answer to is his mother.”

A/N: i'd be open to doing future fics for them if anyone is interested. you can send in requests if you want, no pressure. I have a different feyd fic in the works atm as well

@unicoreads @haehwasworld @moonsoulk @lothiriel9 @landlockedmermaid77 @vintageroses10 @mamawiggers1980 @mrsjobarnes @aoi-targaryen @buckysteveloki-me @pao-prazz @skel-skell @barnes70stark @pekusofixus @vanilla88 @niragiswhore @benwishaw

[watermelonsloth]

Miscellaneous Naruto Headcanons

Hanabi is next in line as clan head and Hinata completely cut off her family because she decided she doesn’t want anything to do with the people who wanted nothing to do with her.

Hashirama and Tobirama actually have a really complicated relationship with a lot of mutual resentment. They love each other as family and respect each other as shinobi, but still. Hashirama holds a grudge from the river incident, resents how he was the favorite child of their father, and is frustrated by how he prioritizes utilitarianism over kindness/morality a lot of the time. Tobirama resents how he grew up in his shadow, is jealous of how easily he interacts with others and gets them on his side, and commonly thinks that he makes their lives significantly harder. Do they talk about any of this? Of course not! Hashirama is deeply ashamed of these feelings and Tobirama approaches all of his emotions with an “if I don’t look at it, it doesn’t exist” mentality.

The three shinobi vices come from the sage of six paths, but Tobirama was the one who introduced the shinobi rules.

The fear of aging is incredibly common amongst shinobi. However, it’s less about dying and more about deteriorating; like a weapon rusting or dulling in a way that’s unpreventable and irreversible. Orochimaru’s fear is pretty obvious, part of the reason Sasori both values eternity so much and turned himself into a puppet is this, and Guy goes on about YOUTH!!! all the time because he’s in denial about his own fear, especially since taijutsu specialists are on a shorter clock than most due to muscle deteriorating faster than chakra.

Deidara values ephemeralism so much because he was forced to become a suicide bomber and he used this life philosophy to find value within himself even when he could be ordered to kill himself at a moments notice.

While the three shinobi vices are only taken very seriously amongst groups like the guardian shinobi twelve, it’s still baked into a lot of shinobi life. For example, you can be discharged from anbu for things like drinking, gambling, and paying for prostitutes even if it doesn’t impact your work-life. Some people, like Tsunade and Kurenai, are very against this, arguing “if I’m allowed to kill and die on a battlefield, I should be allowed to cope with that however I want!”

Kurenai is an alcoholic btw.

Tsunade got her gambling habit from Hashirama, but her drinking came from Tobirama.

Yamato is transgender.

While there isn’t much or any stigma against queer relationships, there is a lot of pressure around people having kids. This came from the warring states era when they needed those kids to become soldiers and replace their armies (also child death was very common and having more kids rose the chances of one of them surviving to adulthood).

The first thing Hashirama did as Hokage was outlaw child hunters and give the order that any child hunters encountered on missions should be dealt with with extreme prejudice.

Kekkei genkai hunting and trafficking is disturbingly common.

Sakura, Rock Lee, and TenTen come from civilian clans and started bonding over that during their sparring matches.

Ableism is pretty common within shinobi villages and especially in the Hyuga clan, so Neji went through a period of having to unlearn a lot of his biases while working with Rock Lee.

Rock Lee is considered disabled btw.

Also ableism is one of the reasons why Nagato doesn’t show his body. Because he’s also disabled (can’t walk because of paper bombs, and has severe chronic chakra exhaustion).

The noble clans (Uchiha, Hyuga, Aburame, Akimichi) were the first/founding clans of Konoha. The Senju used to be included, but because they mixed themselves into other clans to the point of dying out, they aren’t anymore.

Despite being memorialized on the shinobi uniform, the Uzumaki clan were never an official clan of Konoha.

The sharingan and mangekyou sharingan were extremely common during the warring states era, but is exceedingly rare in peace times. So much so that Uchiha’s who got it were congratulated (by people both inside and outside the clan) without others remembering that the sharingan is rarely unlocked for a good reason, making them feel even more upset/isolated.

Although people who get married usually still have wedding rings, it is so rare for shinobi to be seen wearing them (considering their job) that they’re viewed as a sign of retirement.

Ino and Karui did not get along at first because Ino takes great pride in clan tradition and Karui thought she was behind the times. They only get along now because they’re both romantics and they respectfully avoid that topic of conversation around each other.

Shino has to be very particular about his doctors to avoid them freaking out them accidentally healing the holes in his skin closed, making long missions away from Konoha all the more complicated and dangerous.

The rookie nine (-Sasuke) all really enjoy the outdoors so they set up a whole park/garden for them to hang out at. Naruto, Sakura, and Ino plant and tend to the flowers. Hinata picks and presses flowers into journals with the date they bloomed, type, and flower meaning written. Shikamaru (and sometimes Choji) likes cloud gazing. Shino and Choji like admiring (and sometimes catching) the bugs they find; Shino appreciates how he can exposition dump about all sorts of insects and Choji will actually listen. Kiba will either run around or take a nap with Akamaru depending on the day. Sakura also sometimes brings a stack of books to read/annotate in the grass.

Ino was the peer leader of their classroom during the academy.

Because Sakura was the introverted friend adopted by the extroverted leader (Ino), when they stopped being friends, Sakura functionally lost all of her friends.

Shino was right behind Sasuke in academics all throughout the academy, resulting in them having a bit of a silent rivalry. Sasuke actually knew Kiba through this because Kiba was one of the few people who acknowledged that Shino existed.

Choji taught Ino and Shikamaru how to cook as team bonding.

Shino and Hinata are pretty close friends after bonding over having to reign in Kiba during their time on team 8.

I guess this is a series now?

[lansfavboy]

hey i’ve got a request! i don’t know if you do top!oscar/bottom!lando but something post-silverstone where oscar’s raging and has nowhere to put his anger and landos there and willing and the moment sorta builds up and it gets crazy from there

hi anon!! my first request and i'm so very happy x hope you enjoy!!

♡ pairing: bottom!lando norris x top!oscar piastri ♡ warnings: post silverstone, angst if you squint, VERY SMUTTY, free use lando?, degrading language, very brief hatred towards magui, dubcon if you squint, oral & anal, not proofread! ♡ word count: 1.3k

Silverstone didn’t go as Oscar wanted.

It was obvious. A forced smile on the podium, the pissed off radio message after a mistake a 4 time world champion made on a weekly basis.

None of it was fair. 

Now he was standing in his driver room, absolutely fuming, hands in his hair, pulling a bit too hard to be considered ‘okay,’ pacing like a stressed team principal.

Lando had disappeared somewhere, probably getting head from his stupid current toy, who followed him around like a lost puppy. Magui was like that with a lot of men, as Oscar had learnt from his coworkers chatting shit about her.

The thought of them together pissed him off even more. Lando should be here with him, doing his usual speech of “it’s okay, mate, next time, yeah? Just a silly mistake.”

He knew he’d liked him for a while. His body, at least. The tan abs, the perfectly sculpted biceps, the goatee he’d dreamt about seeing covered in his own cum late at night. 

Too good for Magui. Too out of reach for Oscar.

A knock on the door broke his train of thought, the Aussie reluctantly spinning on his heel to open it a bit too aggressively.

Lando.

Like he’d manifested it.

The older man gave a shy smile, almost bashful.

“Yes?” He didn’t mean to sound so rude, truly. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating?”

Lando swallowed, stepping in with his P1 cap still covering his curls, smelling like champagne and victory.

“I uhh- wanted to see you. Make sure you were alright after… ya know.”

Oscar held back a scoff, wiping a hand over his face in frustration. Of course he wasn’t ‘alright.’ His race was ruined and the team didn’t give a flying fuck. Suddenly Alpine didn’t seem like a bad option anymore; at least they’d value him.

“Brilliant, mate.”

Lando sighed, leaning back on the now shut door and crossing his arms across his soaked chest. 

“Don’t be like that, Oscar; just admit it wasn’t the right move.”

Oh. So we’re doing this?

Oscar scoffed, stepping closer and gripping the shorter man's jaw, forcing him to look up at him.

“Are you shitting me? You say you’re here to check on me and then decide to rile me up more? Fucking hell, Lando.”

Lando stared up defiantly, that usual somewhat frustrated look in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care about helping you at least a little.”

“And you’ll help me how? Tell Stella to stop the damn favouritism? You’re in the wrong place for that, mate.”

Lando rolled his eyes, semi-pulling away from Oscar’s grip. They’d both only just realised how close they were currently standing, chests scraping the other.

“I’m just- I’m here if you need to, like…” he made some odd hand movements, gesturing to Oscar like he couldn’t find the correct words. “If you have to expel any extra emotions. You know.”

Oscar paused.

Took a breath.

Stared at Lando’s eyes, which at this point were practically begging him to catch on so he wouldn’t have to spell it out.

“You’ll let me fuck you?”

Lando hesitated, then nodded.

Oscar didn’t need to be told twice. He was on him in a second.

His lips found Lando’s neck instantly, his teeth scraping along his adams apple, causing a shiver down both mens spines. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” Oscar’s tone was gravelly and desperate as he sucked a hickey into the other’s neck, not caring who’d see it. There was no media work until the end of the month. Who cared?

The whine that slipped out of Lando’s mouth made him think he’d wanted it just as long. He probably hated his girlfriend, just waiting for a chance to escape her.

Oscar’s hand left his jaw to lock the door, returning to palm his bulge, earning a groan out of the Brit before pushing him to his knees.

“You wanna help? Suck.”

Lando tugged Oscar’s shorts down, hands lingering on his thighs. He’d always had a fixation on them, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

His cock sprang out quickly like it’d been waiting for the chance to finally make an appearance, already dripping and hard after just a few kisses. His eyes caught Lando’s, the previous frustration replaced by surprise.

“Jesus- you’re fucking packing in there mate.”

“Don’t call me mate when you’re about to choke on me, Lando.”

He forced his head down before he could reply, hand threading through his hair and guiding him slowly and deeply.

Lando was already choking and drooling, tears pooling in his eyes as he took him in inch by inch. 

“Atta boy… so good, Lan. Choke on it for me.”

Oscar began to quicken his guidance, a groan echoing into the tiny room, mouth falling open as Lando continued—though it isn’t like he had any choice with the grip Oscar currently had on him.

As the Aussie got closer, he yanked Lando off, pulling him up and bending him over the massage table Kim had left prior to his shitshow of a race.

“You’re gonna take it. You’re gonna be loud. You’re gonna let me cum inside you. Got it?”

“Yes- yes, Osc-”

Oscar slid a hand under his waistband to grab a handful of his arse before pushing his joggers down and kneeling behind him.

“No boxers, hm? Slut. Knew what was coming.”

His tongue slid into Lando’s hole slowly, hands gripping the man’s hips whilst he fidgeted around, squirming at the feeling.

The feeling was heavenly, Oscar’s fingers creeping closer to his entrance, prodding around.

He slid a finger in, slowly starting to drag in and out of Lando’s now wet hole. A small gasp left his lips as he tried to thrust backwards onto it for more. Another entered, then a third, stretching him out relentlessly.

When he was content, Oscar bent over to grab the lube he kept in his backpack for emergency situations (which genuinely started when his thighs would chafe in hotter races). He squeezed some on his fingers and his cock, trying his best to warm it up before lining himself up behind Lando and pushing in slowly.

“Shit- shit shit shit Oscar- what the fuck-” Lando was blabbering on about god knows what as he gripped the table for dear life, his knuckles turning white instantly. 

“Have you never taken it up the arse before?” He chuckled almost cruelly, pausing once he bottomed out for Lando to adjust.

Lando whined, taking a few breaths. “Of course I have- shit- just not like this.”

A pause.

“Can you move now for fucks sa-”

He was cut off by an involuntary moan as Oscar began to thrust in and out, panting through his teeth. 

Oscar moved a hand to push Lando’s back into a harsh arch, the other trailing up to his mouth to stuff half his fist in to keep him silent.

“Shut up. Pathetic.”

He started to get faster, panting louder as he bit back groans at how tight Lando was around him. He was partially convinced this was his first time, but it was a bit late to go gentle now.

“Even a bastard when you win. Never happy, are you, Norris? Nothing is ever good enough.”

Oscar was rambling now. Spitting out whatever he could think of as he grabbed the back of Lando’s shirt, staring at the ‘4’ on it, angry tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

It’d be a ‘1’ soon, probably. If he continued how he was.

He thrust faster, harder, deeper, biting his tongue so hard he thought blood would be dripping out his mouth by now.

“F-fuck, close, Osc.”

Lando’s words pulled him back to reality, the muffled words around his fist causing him to push it further into his mouth. 

“Gonna fill you up, hopeless whore.”

Oscar let go, almost collapsing onto Lando as he stuttered to a stop, Lando finishing simultaneously and making a mess on the floor.

He pulled out after a second, watching his cum drip out slowly, running down the Brit’s legs.

“Good boy. Finally did something good for me.”

[zweiginator]

i need more of college!patrick corrupting nerdy inexperienced reader you don't understand i need him to turn her into a freak just like him

something about how you have big glasses and only wear baggy crew necks just makes him want to ruin you, to peel back your layers both literally and metaphorically. you barely talk in class—but when you do you’re well-spoken and knowledgeable. he thinks you should be more confident. you’re gorgeous even with your baggy clothes and thick rimmed glasses and he could go for the popular sorority girl who sits next to him and flirts every day but that just seems so easy. and patrick likes a challenge.

he sees you studying at a coffee shop with your friends that friday. you’re wearing big headphones and sipping on a cappuccino. your glasses are off as you type away on your computer. he flirts with you a little. you don’t budge; you answer his questions at face value, no hair twirling or leaning forward to show your cleavage like he’s used to. it makes him frustrated. it makes him excited.

you don’t even blush around him. he invites you to a party that night. says you should stop studying so much; college is just as much about fun as it is education. you scoff and politely decline.

“just come. promise you’ll have fun.”

that does make you blush a bit. and as 10 pm rolls around, patrick finds himself glancing at the doors of the house he shares with some boys on the tennis team. finds himself checking to see if he can see those big glasses of yours. maybe you won’t wear them. maybe he won’t recognize you.

but he does, and by 10:04 you’re in his kitchen. no glasses and a sweet skirt on, paired with a cute off the shoulder top. your outfit is different than what he’d expect at a party; it’s clear you didn’t quite know what to expect either.

patrick has a backwards hat on and some shorts. he’s wearing a shirt that’s a bit too tight for him and he’s really not your type—you told your friends you don’t like him like that. you don’t even know him. but you also told your friends you weren’t showing up to his party.

but there’s something about him that makes you nervous.

“thank you for coming.” his hand grazes across your back.

you shiver.

“i’m sorry—i shouldn’t be so forward.” he leans his back against the counter.

“um—it’s okay. don’t apologize. thank you for—for inviting me.”

god, you’re so sweet. acting so fucking formal and wincing as you sip your beer like a little bird.

he wants to see how far he can take his flirting.

“you look beautiful.”

the people shuffling behind and between you two makes you step closer to him. your face grows hot and you shrug.

“really? thank you—i, you look nice too.”

“just nice?”

you open your mouth to rebut.

“i’m joking. thank you.”

it should be an awkward conversation—no, it is an awkward conversation. but laced among your words is an easy connection, chemistry that is more relaxed than either of you anticipated.

patrick asks if you’d like to go upstairs. it’s quieter there and he can’t really hear you.

you know why boys do this but you don’t want to say no. you want to see his room and be close to him and smell the tobacco musk of his aftershave.

so you go upstairs. patrick doesn’t make it obvious.

“the bathroom is around that way.” he acts as if he’s leading you there but he shoots a wink at you before he takes you past the bathroom and to his bedroom.

and you do talk for a few minutes. maybe eight or ten. but the whole time you’re staring at his lips, his jaw, the vein pulsing on the side of his neck. how his eyes flit down to look at your own mouth. you’re biting your lips and you don’t even remember where the conversation was going when he holds the back of your head and kisses you. he’s dominant; opening his mouth to devour you and pulling you on top of him like he needs you there.

you don’t know what to do. you’ve never done this before. he pushes one of your hands under his shirt; you whimper as you feel his abs. he pulls his hat off.

“are you a virgin?” he asks you. it takes you by surprise and you’re desperate for more of him, the hem of his shirt gathered in your fist. he pulls it over his head.

“yeah—“

patrick tries to hide a grin. it’s disgusting of him, how much that makes his cock twitch. he’s sure you felt it too.

“don’t feel pressured to do anything. i was just wondering.”

“i want to—“

“what do you want to do?”

he wants to hear you say it: both for clarity and his ego.

“i want you to—“

“fuck you?” he can’t help himself.

“yes,”

“then ask me nicely.”

he’s leaning against his headboard, looking up at you. your legs are shaking and you feel him beneath you, hard. you’ve never said that before. never had a reason to.”

“please?”

“yeah?” he pushes your skirt up. “please what?”

“please—“ a pause. you swallow, your voice going even softer. “fuck me.”

it happens fast, his tongue in your mouth and his fingers sliding into your pussy. he smiles against your lips.

he fucks you in missionary at first—it’s how he thinks you should lose your virginity. he’s sweet, his forehead against yours as he rocks into you. your legs shake and he hikes them around his waist and you thought it would feel different than this—worse.

instead you feel euphoric. and when he reaches down to rub your clit, you push your heels into his ass.

“h—harder.”

he latches his lips to your earlobe. “yeah?”

you moan into his mouth; all you can hear are his needy grunts, his balls slapping against your ass as he lifts you from the bed.

“ride me.”

“i don’t know—“

“i’ll teach you.”

he rocks you on top of him. he does most of the work, sloppily fucking into you from below as you yank on his hair and beg for more. he can’t give you much more but fuck if he won’t try.

“fuck—you’re so fucking hot.”

“i am?” it’s a genuine question.

“y-yeah—such a sweet pussy. almost makes me wanna fuckin’ settle down.”

he’s never been wrapped around a girls finger so fast.

[chiyuuchu]

Can u do a bakugou best friend with reader (but he likes her….)

I. so close yet so far <3 (5th August 2024)

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Prompt! The all time favorite of best friends to lovers trope

a/n my first ever ask! I’m so happy!!

second part here!

Bakugou Katsuki had known Y/N since they were kids. They had grown up together, attended the same schools, and now, they were both students at U.A. High. Their bond was strong, forged through countless shared experiences, secrets, and laughter. Y/N was bubbly, carefree, and had a quirk that matched her personality perfectly—Bubble. She could create bubbles that could either imprison people or objects or explode with a force that rivaled Bakugou’s own explosive quirk.

Bakugou, on the other hand, was intense, driven, and fiercely protective of Y/N. Somewhere along the way, his feelings for her had evolved from mere friendship to something deeper. But he kept these feelings buried, afraid that confessing might ruin the perfect relationship they already had.

Their classmates often saw them together, and it wasn't long before they started to notice Bakugou's subtle affections.

"Dude, have you ever noticed how Bakugou is always with Y/N?" Kaminari whispered to Kirishima one day during lunch.

Kirishima nodded. "Yeah, it's pretty obvious he's got a thing for her. But I don't think Y/N has a clue."

"Well, they're best friends," Mina added, joining the conversation. "But do best friends really sleep together all the time and share clothes?"

The trio watched as Y/N bounced over to Bakugou, wearing one of his old t-shirts. She greeted him with a bright smile, and he responded with a rare, genuine smile of his own.

As the days passed, Bakugou’s friends became more convinced that he had feelings for Y/N. They decided to subtly encourage him to confess, but Bakugou was torn. He valued their friendship too much to risk losing it.

One evening, the Bakusquad was hanging out in the common room, and the conversation turned to relationships.

"Bakugou, do you like anyone?" Mina asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Bakugou scoffed. "None of your business, Pinky."

Kirishima nudged him playfully. "Come on, man. You can tell us. We’re your friends."

Bakugou hesitated, glancing at Y/N, who was laughing with Jirou across the room. He sighed internally, feeling the weight of his secret crush.

"It's complicated," he muttered. "I don't want to mess things up."

Kaminari leaned in, whispering, "But do you really think Y/N doesn't feel the same way? She spends so much time with you. Maybe she’s just waiting for you to make the first move."

Bakugou clenched his fists, frustration boiling inside him. He knew his friends were right, but the fear of ruining their friendship held him back.

Later that night, Bakugou found himself outside Y/N's dorm room. She opened the door, her face lighting up when she saw him.

"Hey, Katsuki! What’s up?"

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "We need to talk."

Y/N’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of concern. "Is everything okay?"

Bakugou took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "Yeah, it’s just... I need to tell you something important."

Y/N sat down on her bed, patting the spot next to her. "Okay, I’m listening."

Bakugou sat down, struggling to find the right words. "We've been best friends for a long time, right?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Of course. You’re my best friend, Katsuki."

He looked into her eyes, feeling a mixture of fear and hope. "Yeah, and that's the problem. I don’t want to mess things up."

Y/N looked confused. "Mess things up? What do you mean?"

Bakugou glanced around the room, feeling the pressure build. He had the perfect opportunity, but his nerves got the best of him.

"I... I just wanted to say thanks. For always being there for me," he said quickly, standing up. "You know, I don’t say it enough."

Y/N smiled, relief washing over her face. "Oh, Katsuki. You know I'll always be here for you. You don’t have to thank me."

Bakugou nodded, avoiding her gaze. "Yeah, well... I should get going. Training and all."

Y/N stood up, giving him a quick hug. "Take care, Katsuki."

He left her room, cursing himself for not taking the chance. But as he walked back to his own dorm, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had made the right choice. For now, their friendship would remain as it was—strong, unbroken, and precious.

Late at night in the quiet of the U.A. dorms, Bakugou Katsuki lay in his bed, drifting between sleep and wakefulness. The room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Just as he was about to slip into a deeper sleep, he heard a soft knock on his door.

"Katsuki?" came a trembling voice from the other side. "Are you awake?"

Bakugou immediately recognized the voice. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Yeah, come in."

The door creaked open, revealing Y/N standing there with a worried expression. She hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, closing the door behind her.

"What's wrong?" Bakugou asked, concern lacing his voice.

"I... I had a nightmare," Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't sleep, and I didn’t want to be alone."

Bakugou's heart softened. He patted the space next to him on the bed. "Come here."

Y/N walked over and climbed into his bed, nestling close to him. Bakugou wrapped his arms around her, holding her gently. He could feel her trembling, her breath shaky.

"You're safe now," he murmured, stroking her hair. "It was just a dream."

Y/N nodded, taking comfort in his presence. "Thank you, Katsuki. You're always here for me."

Bakugou tightened his hold on her, trying to ignore the pang of longing in his chest. "Of course, I am. I'll always be here for you."

Y/N snuggled closer, her breathing slowly evening out. "You're the best friend ever, Katsuki. I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Bakugou forced a smile, even though she couldn't see it. "Yeah... best friend."

As Y/N drifted back to sleep, Bakugou stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, how his feelings for her went far beyond friendship. But as he held her close, he realized that, for now, just being there for her was enough.

"Sleep well, Y/N," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'll always protect you."

Bakugou stood at the edge of the training field, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Y/N and Uraraka spar. Y/N’s quirk, Bubble Burst, created shimmering, iridescent bubbles that floated around her, each one capable of popping into small explosions or trapping her opponent. Uraraka was giving it her all, using her Zero Gravity quirk to dodge and counter, but it was clear Y/N was holding her own.

Bakugou's eyes never left Y/N. He watched as she skillfully manipulated her bubbles, creating an almost mesmerizing display of light and color. Her face was lit up with determination, her movements fluid and confident. She was strong, capable, and everything he admired in a hero.

Yet, despite the pride swelling in his chest, there was an ache deep inside him. She was right there, so close, yet she felt so far out of reach. Every time she laughed or smiled, he felt his heart clench with the weight of unspoken words.

Uraraka managed to float over a particularly large bubble, giving Y/N a playful grin. "You're really good at this, Y/N! I can barely keep up!"

Y/N laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Thanks, Ochaco! You've gotten faster too!"

Bakugou clenched his fists, trying to suppress the torrent of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to be the one sparring with her, the one making her laugh, the one she turned to when she needed support. But every time he thought about telling her how he felt, the fear of ruining what they had held him back.

He watched as Y/N created a series of bubbles that surrounded Uraraka, who quickly floated out of their reach, laughing. Y/N’s expression was one of pure joy and concentration, and it took everything in Bakugou to not march over there and pull her into his arms.

"Hey, Bakugou!" Kirishima called from behind him, pulling him out of his thoughts. "You okay? You've been staring pretty hard."

Bakugou turned to face his friend, his usual scowl in place. "I'm fine, idiot. Just making sure they’re training right."

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, but didn’t press the issue. "Alright, if you say so. Wanna join in?"

Bakugou shook his head. "Not right now."

As Kirishima walked away, Bakugou turned his attention back to Y/N. She was closer now, laughing with Uraraka as they took a break from sparring. Her laughter was like a melody he could never tire of, and her smile was the light in his often-dark world.

All he ever wanted was right in front of him, yet he couldn’t bring himself to reach out and take it. The distance between them wasn’t measured in steps, but in unspoken words and unshared feelings.

One day, maybe, he’d find the courage to bridge that gap. But for now, he would remain where he was, watching her from afar, content with the knowledge that she was happy.

Even if it meant his own heart ached with the weight of longing.

The semester break had finally arrived, and Y/N found herself at the Bakugou residence, a place that felt like a second home. Mitsuki Bakugou, Katsuki’s mother, greeted her with a warm hug as she walked through the door.

“Y/N! It’s been too long!” Mitsuki beamed. “Come in, come in! We’re just setting the table for dinner.”

Y/N smiled, feeling the familiar comfort of the Bakugou household. “Thank you, Mitsuki. It’s great to be here.”

Katsuki’s father, Masaru, gave her a gentle nod as she entered the dining room. “Welcome, Y/N. It’s always a pleasure to have you here.”

Dinner was lively, filled with laughter and reminiscing about old times. Mitsuki loved teasing Katsuki, and tonight was no different. As they finished their meal and settled into the living room, Mitsuki’s curiosity got the better of her.

“So, Y/N,” Mitsuki began with a mischievous grin, “have you got any crushes at school?”

Y/N blushed, shaking her head. “No, not really. I’m not interested in anyone right now. I’m happy just having Katsuki around.”

Katsuki, who was sipping his drink, nearly choked. He tried to hide his flustered reaction, but his reddening ears gave him away. Mitsuki laughed, patting Y/N on the back.

“That’s sweet,” she said. “You two have always been close.”

Later that night, after the lights were dimmed and the house had settled into a comfortable silence, Katsuki found himself wide awake. Y/N was fast asleep in his bed, and he couldn’t stop thinking about his feelings for her. He slipped out of the room quietly, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water, only to find his father there, sipping tea at the table.

“Can’t sleep?” Masaru asked, looking up at his son.

Katsuki sighed, sitting down across from him. “Yeah, something like that.”

Masaru took another sip of his tea before speaking. “You know, Katsuki, it’s clear you care about Y/N a lot. If you really like her, you should tell her.”

Katsuki looked away, his fists clenching slightly. “What if she doesn’t feel the same? I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

Masaru gave him a gentle, understanding look. “You can’t control her feelings, son. But you owe it to yourself to be honest. If she doesn’t feel the same way, she won’t abandon you. You’ve been friends for too long. She values you, just as you value her.”

Katsuki sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just... hard.”

“I know it is,” Masaru said softly. “But you’re strong, Katsuki. And no matter what happens, you’ll get through it.”

Katsuki nodded, feeling a bit more resolved. “Thanks, Dad.”

As he headed back to his room, he paused at the door, watching Y/N sleep peacefully in his bed. He knew he needed to tell her how he felt, but for now, he was content to let her rest, to savor these quiet moments of just being close.

He climbed back into bed carefully, lying down beside her. As he watched her breathe softly, he thought about his father’s words. Maybe one day, he’d find the courage to tell her. But for now, he’d cherish what they had, hoping that when the time came, he’d be ready to take that leap.

Late one evening, Bakugou lay sprawled on his bed, absently scrolling through the 1A group chat. His thumb paused over a string of messages from the girls:

Ochaco: "Did you hear? Some guy from Class 1B asked Y/N out!"

Mina: "Omg, I know! Do you think she went?"

Jirou: "She didn't mention anything to me. Maybe she kept it a secret."

Hagakure: "Why would she keep it a secret? This is huge news!"

Bakugou's grip tightened on his phone. Why hadn't Y/N told him? They always shared everything. Well, almost everything. His mind raced, picturing Y/N on a date with some random guy. The thought gnawed at him, unsettling him in ways he couldn't quite understand.

He tossed his phone aside and lay back, glaring at the ceiling. "Stupid," he muttered under his breath, reaching for his headphones and queuing up his playlist of intense, brooding music. As the heavy beats filled his ears, he tried to drown out his thoughts, but they only grew louder, replaying every interaction he'd had with Y/N over the years.

Hours later, just as he was about to drift into a fitful sleep, his door burst open. Y/N stood there, slightly out of breath, a puzzled look on her face.

"Katsuki, what's wrong? Why are you listening to this... emo music?" she asked, stepping into his room.

He sat up abruptly, pulling off his headphones. "How was your date?" he blurted out, his tone sharper than he intended.

Y/N blinked, clearly taken aback. "Date? What are you talking about?"

"The guy from Class 1B," Bakugou said, trying to keep his voice steady. "You know, the one who asked you out."

Y/N tilted her head, genuinely confused. "Oh, that. I didn't go."

Bakugou shot up from his bed, his shock evident. "Why not?"

She shrugged casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I don't know. It's hard to find someone compatible with me, I guess."

Bakugou stared at her, his emotions a whirlwind of relief and confusion. "You... didn't want to go?"

Y/N shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Nope. I'd rather spend my time with people I care about. Like you."

Bakugou felt a weight lift off his chest, but he couldn't let his guard down completely. He scoffed, trying to mask his relief. "You're such a pain, you know that?"

Y/N laughed, moving closer and plopping down on the edge of his bed. "Yeah, but you wouldn't have it any other way."

He couldn't help but smirk, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't keep stuff from me, okay?"

She nodded, her eyes sincere. "Promise."

As they settled into a comfortable silence, Bakugou felt a newfound sense of hope. Maybe one day, he’d find the courage to tell her how he really felt. But for now, he was content to just have her by his side.

The next day, Bakugou found himself sitting with the Bakusquad in the common room. Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, Sero, and Jirou were lounging around, chatting about their latest training sessions. But as soon as Bakugou entered the room, their attention shifted.

Kirishima grinned, nudging Bakugou with his elbow. "Hey, man. How’s it going with Y/N?"

Bakugou rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "We're best friends, nothing more. It can't go anywhere."

The group exchanged concerned glances. Mina was the first to speak up, her tone gentle but firm. "Dude, since nobody is gonna say it then I will. You do realise that best friends don’t casually do the things you two do."

Kaminari nodded in agreement. "Yeah, like sleeping over all the time in the same bed, sharing clothes, spending every second together…"

Sero raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "You two are practically inseparable."

Jirou leaned forward, her expression serious. "Have you ever considered that maybe she feels the same way about you?"

Bakugou's eyes narrowed. "We’re just best friends. She said she’s not interested in anyone."

Mina sighed, crossing her arms. "People don’t just do all those things with someone they don’t have feelings for. You’re special to her, Bakugou."

Kirishima put a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, his voice earnest. "You need to be honest with yourself, man. Don’t let fear hold you back."

Bakugou stared at his friends, their words swirling in his mind. He knew they were right, but the fear of losing Y/N’s friendship if she didn’t feel the same way was too much to bear.

"We’ve been best friends our whole lives," Bakugou muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t want to ruin that."

Jirou gave him a sympathetic look. "But what if you’re missing out on something even better?"

The room fell silent as Bakugou contemplated their words. He knew he needed to figure this out, for his sake and Y/N’s. But for now, he would have to gather the courage to take that first step.

The dorms were buzzing with excitement as the girls of Class 1-A gathered for a girls' night. Mina, Jirou, Ochaco, Tsuyu, Momo, Hagakure, and Y/N were settled in Y/N’s room, surrounded by snacks, blankets, and the latest gossip.

After a lot of giggling and chatting about their latest adventures and crushes, Mina leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, Y/N, do you like anyone?"

Y/N shook her head, smiling softly. "I’m not really interested in dating right now. I’m fine with just having my best friend, Bakugou."

Jirou raised an eyebrow. "Really? No one has caught your eye?"

Y/N shrugged. "It’s hard to find someone who’s the same standard as him. He’s...special."

Mina exchanged a knowing look with Jirou before asking, "Why not just go for Bakugou then?"

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "We’re just best friends."

Before she could say anything else, Hagakure chimed in, her voice filled with curiosity. "But best friends don’t usually do what you two do. You know, like sleeping over all the time in the same bed, sharing clothes, and more things I could add to the list."

Ochaco nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it sounds like there's more there than just friendship."

Tsuyu added, "Maybe what you’ve been looking for is right beside you."

Y/N blinked, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "I... I never really thought about it like that."

Y/N found herself unable to focus. The words from last night’s conversation with the girls echoed in her mind. She sat on the sidelines, watching Bakugou spar with Kirishima. His movements were precise, his strength and determination evident in every punch and kick. She couldn't help but notice how well they complemented each other, how perfect he seemed.

As she watched, she found herself checking him out, admiring his toned muscles and the intensity in his eyes. A blush crept up her cheeks as she realized she was thinking about Bakugou in a way she never had before.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Izuku approaching until he spoke. "Y/N, are you okay?"

Startled, she jumped slightly and turned to face him. "Oh, Izuku! You scared me." Izuku Midoriya was another one of her childhood friends whom she grew up with along with Bakugou.

Izuku gave her a concerned look. "Sorry about that. You seemed really deep in thought. Is everything alright?"

Y/N nodded, trying to shake off her flustered state. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just...thinking."

Izuku raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

Y/N glanced back at Bakugou, who was still sparring with Kirishima, and sighed. "Just...stuff."

Izuku followed her gaze and then looked back at her, a knowing smile forming on his lips. "Does this 'stuff' have anything to do with Kacchan?"

Y/N’s blush deepened, and she looked away. "Maybe."

Izuku chuckled softly. "You know, you two have always had something special. Maybe it’s time you both saw it too."

Izuku’s smile grew softer as he noticed Y/N’s reaction. “You know, Kacchan always been fond of you,” he said casually, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Y/N turned to him, her eyes widening in surprise. “What do you mean?”

Izuku looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing. “I’ve known you both for a long time, and I’ve seen how he’s always been there for you. Even when we were kids, he would get really protective of you. It’s like he always wanted to make sure you were safe and happy.”

Y/N blinked, absorbing his words. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Izuku nodded. “He never says much about his feelings, but he’s always been the first one to help when you needed it. He just never lets his guard down, so it’s easy to miss. But I’ve noticed.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at the thought. “I had no idea. I always thought he was just being his usual abrasive self.”

Izuku chuckled. “That’s his way of showing he cares. He might act tough, but he’s got a big heart, especially when it comes to you. You’ve always been important to him.”

Y/N glanced back at Bakugou, who was finishing up his sparring match. Her thoughts were racing, piecing together the moments they had shared over the years in a new light. “Maybe I should talk to him.”

Izuku smiled encouragingly. “I think that’s a good idea. Just remember, it’s okay to be open about your feelings too.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Thanks, Izuku. I’ll think about it.”

Izuku gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Anytime. Good luck.”

As the days went by, the rest of Class 1-A couldn’t help but notice Y/N’s noticeably different behavior around Bakugou. It started subtly but quickly became apparent to everyone.

Mina, always quick to pick up on changes, nudged Kirishima during lunch. “Hey, have you noticed Y/N and Bakugou lately?”

Kirishima glanced over at the two. Y/N was laughing at something Bakugou said, a genuine, warm smile on her face. Bakugou, for once, seemed less gruff and more at ease. “Yeah, I see what you mean. They’ve been talking a lot more and… she looks really happy around him.”

Jirou, who was sitting nearby with her headphones around her neck, added, “I noticed that too. Y/N’s always been close with Bakugou, but recently, it’s like she’s more… attentive? I don’t know how to describe it.”

Hagakure, who was peering curiously from behind a book, chimed in, “And Bakugou’s not being his usual loud self around her. He’s actually listening to what she says and even laughing.”

Momo, who had been quietly observing, nodded thoughtfully. “It’s as if there’s a new dynamic between them. I wonder if something happened?”

As they continued to discuss, Y/N and Bakugou finished their conversation and walked toward their seats. Y/N’s face was slightly flushed, and Bakugou had a rare, relaxed smile.

Mina leaned over to Kirishima. “I bet something’s going on. We should find out what’s up.”

Kirishima grinned. “Definitely. It looks like our two friends might be getting closer. And judging by the way they’re acting, I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s something more going on.”

Jirou laughed softly. “I think you’re right. It’s about time they figured it out.”

As Y/N and Bakugou settled into their seats, the rest of Class 1-A exchanged knowing glances, eager to see where this new development would lead.

[fashionteahouse]

Hey would you write cullens x reader when you break up with then over text and give now reason?

hii sure i could 💜 hope you enjoy :)

cullen x reader sends a breakup text with no explanation

Carlisle: double reads it to capture the tone to make sure if you’re joking or not. he would definitely call you, if you don’t answer he would leave a voicemail and would send a simple text of

please call me.

he would want to get to the bottom of it in a civil manner. he would want to know if it was something that he did, if it was something that made you feel some type of way. he knows that the lifestyle of a vampire is dangerous, he would understand if that was the reason but he just would like to know the reason and not be left in the dark. he would want to talk it out.

Rosalie: would pretend that it wouldn’t bother her but her actions would prove otherwise. she would continuously look at her phone to see if you would text back a reason but when you don’t, it makes her feel a tad bit angry for not being in the knowing. it’s the thing that’s constantly on her mind and she isn’t used to just being dumped like that, in fact being dumped at all. she would feel frustrated and even though she doesn’t want to, she would question her value as she wonders if you just became uninterested or bored with her. her nightmare that’s coming true.

Emmett: he would feel sad. he would send multiple texts of why. he would even question if it was him. constantly would check his phone to see if you would reply with an answer. he would try to give you your space but would eventually try to see you in person because he could only remember the good times that you both had. he can’t think of a bad time that you two had and would want you to tell him a definite reason so he could fix it.

Alice: she would WORRY. the wrong person to do this to as she would text you and blow your phone up with calls. you broke up over text with no reason but she would find a reason one way or another. she would pace as she constantly would check her phone and when she’s had enough of no reply, she would rush to see you to find where you are to question you in person.

Edward: would try his very best to brush it off, but he would overthink, he can’t help it. he would try to convince himself that “it’s for the best” only to find himself thinking deeply about you, not being able to get you out of his melodramatic mind. he wouldn’t reply, just simply find himself rereading it. he would dance around your contact name, wondering if it’s a good idea to just call but he would chicken out each time. especially if things were fine and good before, he would be very confused on the sudden surprise. he wouldn’t make it known, but he would try to give you your space but he would cheat and try to get an idea of where you might be. would question if you met someone else.

Esme: it would definitely hurt her feelings, often find herself blaming herself. thinking back to what made you lose interest and would want to end the relationship you two had with each other. she would try her hand at trying to text you answer your phone, but won’t overdo it. she would get the idea that you want peace but she would feel like she really wants an answer to the mysterious reason of why you ended things with her. she would leave a nice voicemail to your answering machine, letting you know that if you need to talk, she would be here and she won’t judge you for your reasoning. she would let you know that she will still be there for you.

Jasper: he would be very confused because he knew that things were fine and healthy. it would kill him to not know how you’re feeling and he just wants to hear your voice, not replying to the text but calling you back to back, hoping that you will answer. he would find himself trying to visit you but he wants to get the okay from you first, it’s hard because you won’t answer the phone and the text message that you left him, was very vague.

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

I’m a lesbian, but I honestly don’t feel like I like other lesbians. Does that make me a bad person? I feel really guilty about it.

I don’t think it makes you a bad person. But depending on what exactly you mean by that, it is something to reflect on - which you’re already doing, otherwise you wouldn’t have sent this message! 

Are you thinking about specific individuals here (like certain celebrities or people in your real life)? Maybe there’s a lesbian singer everyone else seems to adore but you just can’t stand her, or maybe your coworker is a lesbian and it’d be so cool to have a lesbian friend at work but you just don’t get along. In that case: I think you may be worrying about something here that is actually perfectly normal. 

It can be really frustrating, understandably so! Many queer people feel lonely and there’s this somewhat romanticized picture of „found family“: you may feel othered by and disconnected from straight people but you’ll be best friends with all other queer people! - but that’s a bit oversimplified. Queer people are still people, and sometimes two people just don’t get along. Sometimes all two lesbians have in common is that they’re lesbians… and that’s not always enough to become best friends. 

To stick with the example from above: your coworker may even be a super nice person! Your personalities just do not match well. Or you don’t really have anything to talk about that would interest both of you. Or maybe they’re on a completely different life path than you and you have no shared experiences to bond over despite a shared sexual orientation. And so on! 

And same with celebrities: they may be lesbian - but maybe you just don’t like the music they make or the movies they’re in. Or maybe their personality (or the image of it that they’re selling) just doesn’t make you want to be a fan. And so on! 

Sometimes we just don’t like people. That’s just human. Obviously it wouldn’t justify being homophobic to them or denying that they are just as lesbian as you are or anything like that, but I doubt that this is what you’re doing. You just don’t love them, and that’s fine. 

But if you are not thinking about specific people and you feel like you generally don’t like lesbians, as a whole group, that deserves a bit more attention and critical self-reflection. 

Because, as we just talked about, „lesbians“ isn’t really one uniform group. It’s not a personality type. So, what exactly do you not like about all of them? 

Feelings like that are often based on (subconscious) stereotypes and internalized  homophobia. You’re not a bad person for having them, as many of us grew up with those messages, but it is your responsibility to confront them. 

It might be something like „lesbians tend to be meaner than straight girls“ or „lesbians are always the loud and aggressive type“, which isn’t true, of course, and is actually rooted in misogyny (in the idea that women are supposed to serve men and as lesbians are not available for men, this makes them mean).  It could even be a stereotypical belief on what lesbians like or do, such as „lesbians are into cars, sports and woodworking“ which can be intimidating if your interests are more „stereotypically feminine“. 

In reality, of course there are all kinds of lesbians with all kinds of personalities, interests, hobbies and traits. Your logical brain probably knows that already - but internalized beliefs are usually much more emotional than logical. So even if your first thought is „I don’t have any beliefs like that“, it’s a good idea to really listen to what exactly lies behind that „I don’t like other lesbians“ feeling. It may very well be something you consciously don’t even agree with. 

Once you identified that thought, you can’t just snap and make it go away. Don’t be too hard on yourself. Brains and their long-held beliefs are too stubborn for that. Just gently remind yourself again and again that this thought doesn’t align with reality and your real values, and it’ll soften over time! 

P.S: as I’m typing all this out, I keep thinking I may be horribly misreading your message and missing your point, so just in case: 

If you mean „like“ as in „attracted to“ and you’re talking about feeling attracted to girls who are not lesbians - that’s nothing to feel bad or guilty about. Most people do not choose who to crush on. Crushes on unavailable people (such as a lesbian crushing on straight girls) happen all the time! It can be a heartbreaking experience to go through - because obviously it’ll be a crush that leads nowhere - but it isn’t morally wrong in any way. 

[sageadvice]

I use a very simple philosophy to distinguish between Caterina, Illario, and Lucanis’ motivations when I’m writing my wips. I’m not sure it’s canon, or that anyone else would agree, but it helps me keep them on their three distinct tracks and makes the conflicts between them make sense in my mind.

It comes down to how they each, individually, view the Crows: Business vs Family.

- Caterina sees the Crows as Strictly Business. The Crows are her job, and in order to be good at her job she has, regrettably, sacrificed or unwillingly lost almost all of her Family. But Lucanis and Illario are not Business, they are Family, and even when she hasn’t treated them as such that’s how she views them, and why she would act seemingly out of character when it comes to them. I believe she allows Teia in on this Family definition too, a little bit, though she would not admit it.

(Viago also sees the Crows as Strictly Business. He gets tugged into Teia’s orbit more than he would prefer, but left alone too long and he falls back on the old habits of, this is just a job for me and has nothing to do with my private life.)

- Illario sees the Crows as Family. For him, none of this is Business—it’s all personal. In this Family, you can of course kill your cousin to get ahead! He doesn’t want him to suffer, of course, but that’s just how they operate. It’s how all the Crows in their Family line, all the past Talons and Matriarchs and Patriarchs operated too. He’s never had a job, because he is too devoted to the Family. It’s the Mafia. It’s his whole world, all he wants and has ever wanted.

(Teia, interestingly, is the opposite side of this coin. She too sees the Crows as her Family, but unlike Illario she wants to shape them into a much different ideal of what a Family looks like, not adhere to past traditions where they can all just kill one another with no consequences. This invariably frustrates Viago, who would prefer they keep their business and pleasure separate.)

- Lucanis, however, struggles with this: he wants to separate them, but he can’t, and neither idea dominates. He wants to have his Grandmother and Cousin as only Family, not Business, because he likes his work and he’s good at it, but it is also a source of trauma for him now. He and Illario had the same upbringing. Caterina is his Boss. Unfortunately, they are both, and sometimes he falls into one way of responding to issues, as though the matter is a personal Family problem, and sometimes he responds as though it’s all Business, cut and dry. He is unable to leave the Crows completely because he worries he will lose all the Family he has left if he does, but it is still just a job in many ways.

This is also the main reason I can put Lucanis in the seat of First Talon and understand how it works. Lucanis has to lead these people, all of whom fall one way or the other, and he is truly able to see both sides of people’s motivations. And, at the same time, unlike Illario, he does not value the way the Crows have operated in the past. He sees no glory or honor in killing to get ahead. Killing, as he repeatedly says, is something he wants to think about only as work, with proper compensation; nothing personal. Illario cemented Lucanis’ inability to adhere to traditions of their organization with his actions, but that train really started running with the death of their parents and was fueled along by Caterina’s “training.”

Anyway, I find them all fascinating and feel free to correct me if anything is off about my thought processes. Theres more to say about how Spite factors into all of this, and Rook, regardless of whether you romance him, I just don’t have those thoughts cemented yet.

[cynicalmusings]

i’m kind of tempted to write a series of little anecdotes of socrates!reader interacting with each amphoreus cast member and just… either winding them up or confusing the hell out of them until the characters give up and leave the conversation.

mydei is the easiest to frustrate, and about three minutes into the discussion, he’s just like “i don’t care about this. go away before i want to punch you,” and goes off.

phainon is initially willing to have a discussion—it couldn’t hurt that much, right?—before regretting it severely. to do him justice, he fares relatively well, but after ten to fifteen minutes he has to leave (1) he has no idea what’s going on anymore and (2) he feels a crushing existential crisis coming on which he would rather suffer through in privacy (which is to say he breaks down from existential dread the moment he leaves your line of sight).

tribbie doesn’t get angry, but they’re another one who gets a touch confused. they get both the others in on it, too, and by the end you’ve got the whole group being like “…we’re sorry, we don’t think we can do this anymore” and flying off. they’re pretty polite and honest about what they don’t understand, though, which you appreciate.

castorice, having studied at the grove, has some background in this kind of thing, and she keeps up with the debate pretty well. when she doesn’t understand something, she’ll be open about it and ask you to clarify, making for a good conversation partner. she also strikes me as a pretty patient type, so she won’t lose her temper or anything while you get very particular in your arguments, either. i feel like the main reason she would call off the discussion is because she needs more time to think about how to respond to something you’ve said (and the constant interchange has probably tired her out a little, too).

hyacine is pretty honest from the get-go that philosophy isn’t an area she has much direct experience with, but because she’s nice and doesn’t want to let you down, she’s happy to go along with it. she gets a little emotion when you question her about why life is meaningful and whether it’s really worth inconveniencing oneself to help another (which isn’t to necessarily say you hold these views yourself; your main objective is to gauge her position and how she responds to such a challenge) — and soon tells you that she feels like she can’t do this anymore and needs a moment to herself.

aglaea would be really difficult to befuddle, frustrate, or get any major reaction from. she’s very calculated with her responses, good at keeping a level head, and doesn’t reveal her emotional position. the only way you could get under her skin, if you so wished to play devil’s advocate, is by challenging her about the value of okhema and its citizens. even then, she’d barely crack, but if you’re looking closely, you might be able to tell she’s

finally, debates with anaxa are… literally nothing new. you’ve been bugging him with constant questions for years, and he’s used to it by now (to be honest, he probably ought to thank you for it — you kind of act as his argument-checker to see if he’s overlooked any problems or made any assumptions with any claim he makes). he might pretend to be a little annoyed, but really, he enjoys your intellectual matches. the only ways you could wind him up is (1) committing a fallacy in your argument on purpose/ acting with intellectual dishonesty, which you would just… never do, or (2) saying something (probably negative) about yourself, which… also would never really come up in a discussion, because you’re interested in knowing stuff, not talking about yourself.

(he’s also definitely tried to convince you to take part in the annual great debate on multiple occasions, but you refuse every time. to be fair, every day is a ‘great debate’ for you and whichever unfortunate soul you run into that day… so it’s understandable why you don’t need to join some tournament to get, what, some public affirmation of your debating skill? who needs that? does it get you closer to uncovering knowledge about the world? no? well, you’re just not interested, then.)

[captaineyayah]

I’m starting to get kind of frustrated with all the negativity about the newest episodes of tlovm, so I’m throwing my two cents into the pile.

Now, to be entirely fair, this is coming from someone who hadn’t seen all of c1, but I have been loving the new season. Sure there are some things that aren’t perfect, but it hasn’t made my enjoyment any less.

Why is one of the big complaints I keep seeing about one scene outlining a bit of Ripley’s backstory? It’s not meant to make us feel bad for her, it’s to show the parallels between her and Percy. Both lost their family and people to a powerful force, both let vengeance consume them, but in the end they chose to go down separate paths. Percy gave up on his need for vengeance; Ripley chose to let it continue to consume her - Ripley is what Percy could have become.

In a similar vein, Percy showing mercy towards Ripley and trying to give her an opportunity to move past her vengeance is him continuing to move past his. He offers her that opportunity because that’s what Vox Machina did for him and he wants to give her that same opportunity.

Also, the chances of Percy being perma-dead are probably not that high. It’s such a massive change that affects everything else so heavily that I don’t think that’s something they’re going to do. But of course they’re not going to instantly try to resurrect him. Resurrection has been shown to not be as commonplace in this version of the story, and the only time it was attempted the only reason it succeeded is because a deal with the goddess of death was made. It is really unfortunate that it meant that Percy was absent from the Thordak fight, but I understand why it was done that way.

One grievance I do have is that they killed Kash cause I love his character and it surprised the hell out of me when it happened. However, I do also understand from a plot standpoint why it was done. If the only people dying in a huge stakes battle are just nameless soldiers, then it’s just not realistic no matter if shock value is a factor or not (still want them to bring him back, though, even if it don’t think it’s going to happen).

Having Scanlan not be dead-dead so soon after Percy was probably the right choice in my opinion. It would have just be treading on the same plot idea, so they’re obviously changing it and mixing it up like some of the other instances where a character should have died but didn’t.

Everyone is entitled to their own opinions, but you can’t forget that this is a different medium to share the story so changes are going to have to be made - they said that going into the release of the first season years ago. These are decisions that are being made by the people who created these characters and their story, meaning what’s being changed most likely has a purpose.

[cinnamonest]

May I present to you... innocent playgirl reader x modern au incel scara??

Like reader is just a sweet gal that thinks this boy who she's in a project with is pretty and despite his weird and creepy behaviour, it's a good thing she's trying to make a move, because y'know! it's actually women's fault that men get so frustrated and depressed since they never give the short guys a chance! Only go for the top 1% and all that.

Unfortunately after scara naps her, noncons the absolute, living daylights out of her, and continues to terrorize her ass does she realize that being nice and sweet to the degenerate, sexist incel in hopes of fixing him wasn't the brightest idea 😔

(If you can't tell I love the idea of kind n sweet MC who doesn't know any better getting her shit wrecked for no good reason because incel scara is just that much of an asshole)

Ohhhh my God bless you for this

Precisely, it’s so unfair. It’s just extra inches of leg bone, it means nothing. And yet day in, day out, the oppressed class (sub-6-foot males) have to deal with unjust discrimination. All because you have the most superficial desires and can’t compromise on such a silly thing. No, you’d rather whore around with some guy that will just use you and cheat on you because your dumb girl brain seeks that out like every other. And in spite of being smarter and better than the neanderthals you choose to date, which should entitle him to pussy, he’s left with nothing but porn and his hand. The world is an unjust place.

He’s pessimistic as all hell, so he can’t take any kindness or attempts at getting closer from you at face value, there has to be an ulterior motive.

You’re only pleasant to him when you talk to him because you want something. You probably expect him to do work for you, or help you cheat on tests for you or fork over money. You think he’s the sort of loser that will salivate over any girl that gives him a shred of attention, don’t you. That he’ll run himself ragged doing whatever for you just to get your approval. Well. You’re not going to get that.

It goes along with this greater idea of you he’s crafted in his head, one that fits a similarly pessimistic image. It doesn’t matter how “innocent” you are, literally anything you say or do, he’s projecting this stereotype of a secretly not-so-innocent, ultra-promiscuous college girl onto you and using it as both justification for his disdain and as a means of rationalize not leaping at this rare chance for female interaction — it’s not that he’s too afraid of rejection, it’s just that he knows that talking to you is a waste of time anyway, you undoubtedly have guys lined up you're fucking on a regular basis.

Besides, even if he tried, you’re far too dull-brained, so any conversations you’re capable of aren’t going to be stimulating anyway. You’re in college, of course you’ve spent all this time racking up a body count because God knows girls only use college as a means to get dicked all the time, they don’t actually care for academics in any way.

And poor you, you're completely oblivious to his bitter seething. You just think he's just quiet. And surely he doesn’t come off as rude and cold on purpose, no, you tell yourself that he probably just is one of those guys that is naturally like that, it’s not malicious.

But then you have to start going out of your way to be actively nice. Trying to make conversation and say nice things — you must think he’s stupid, that he doesn’t know that it’s actually just fake niceness so you can lure him in and get him to say something you can then mock him for in that faux-sweet tone of yours. In the exact opposite of your assumptions on him, he assumes malice in everything you do and say. He won’t give you the satisfaction of giving you leverage, so, he stays quiet, gives you one-word answers and shrugs.

What plans do you have for the weekend?, you say, in your attempts to make conversation. Ugh.

Not only are you trying to jab at him by reminding him that he has no plans other than staying inside and wallowing, but clearly you do have plans, undoubtedly ones that end with you stumbling home in a walk-of-shame on a Sunday morning.

And the nicer you get, the more you irritate him. What makes you think you can just be like that? All smiley and sunshine-like, and for what? To mock him? Acting innocent and sweet as if you don't know what kind of power you inherently hold just by having a hole between your legs, as if you're not actively abusing that power when you're clearly trying to get him to be attracted to you.

Each and every class period, he ends up so infuriated by the few words you exchange that the only way he can even stay sane is by immediately going back to his apartment after class and releasing all the pent up frustrations via exceptionally violent porn. He's got a few specifics pages bookmarked now, girls that look just like you getting slapped around and choked and manhandled and skull-fucked and gaped… but it's just not satisfying enough, there's still this lingering irritation, a skin-crawling malice that won't go away.

It's not good enough to imagine. If anything, the post-orgasmic clarity just makes the whole thing feel pathetic — it's not really you, you get to be all happy and safe and sound when it should be you, you should be the one being brutalized and put in your place, you deserve it for being so damn nice. So pleasant and upbeat and kind and what gives you the right?

In the end, once the burning fury becomes too much and no one else is going to do it, the only option is to take matters into his own hands…

[axlerica]

CO-PARENTING ~

-"The one where Pedri and Y/N have a kid together and co-parent despite their breakup"-

In a cozy apartment, Y/N sat at the kitchen table, a cup of tea in hand, gazing out of the window lost in thought. It had been a while since she and Pedri had parted ways, and their journey had taken an unexpected turn. Their son, a bright-eyed and spirited little boy named Mateo, was the thread that continued to bind them.

One evening, Y/N took a deep breath and decided to address the situation. She knew that change was inevitable, but it was important to find a way forward that would be best for their son.

Y/N: "Pedri, we need to talk about something."

Pedri, who had been playing with Mateo in the living room, looked up with curiosity.

Pedri: "Sure, Y/N. What's on your mind?"

Y/N: "I've been thinking... Maybe it's time for me to find a new place to live. Mateo is growing up, and he needs stability. I think it's better for him if we have our own separate spaces."

Pedri's expression changed, a mix of resistance and understanding.

Pedri: "Y/N, I know we're not together anymore, but I still want to be a part of Mateo's life as much as possible."

Y/N: "And you will be, Pedri. This isn't about keeping you away. It's about creating a healthy environment for Mateo. We can still co-parent, but he deserves a consistent home."

Pedri sighed, his gaze shifting to the floor as he considered Y/N's words.

Pedri: "I just... I can't help but feel like I'm losing even more of what we had."

Y/N reached out and placed a comforting hand on Pedri's arm.

Y/N: "I understand that it's difficult. But we both want what's best for Mateo, right? This isn't about us, it's about him."

Pedri looked up, meeting Y/N's eyes. There was a mixture of emotions playing across his face - sadness, nostalgia, and a hint of resignation.

Pedri: "You're right, Y/N. It's just hard to let go."

Y/N: "It's not about letting go completely, Pedri. We'll always be connected through Mateo. This is just about giving him a solid foundation."

Pedri: "But why though? I don't believe Mateo would be happy in having to split his time between two homes, spending one week here and the next at yours. It's exhausting. He’s happy here. Why would you want him to go through that?”

Y/N: "Pedri, the reason I think it's important for us to have separate spaces is because... I don't want Mateo to see you enjoying a lifestyle that involves partying and not taking responsibilities seriously. I want him to grow up in an environment that values commitment and stability. You told me that you don’t party much, but…”

Pedri’s eyes darted away momentarily, his defensive instinct kicking in.

Pedri: “Look, Y/N, I might go out and party occasionally, but it’s not like it’s a constant thing. It’s just a way to release the stress from my work, I’m still young I need to enjoy my life too.”

Y/N felt a mix of frustration and hurt, the weight of unspoken disappointment crashing over her.

Y/N: “Pedri, I’m not naive. I know what’s really happening. You might say it’s occasional, but it’s becoming more frequent than you let on. It’s not just about you anymore. This is why I think it’s best for me and Mateo to live in another place. You want to enjoy your life right? Go on, we won’t hold your back.”

Pedri’s expression turned from defensive to conflicted, as if a mix of guilt and defiance was battling within him.

Pedri: “Look, okay fine yes I party a lot but I’m not neglecting Mateo, Y/N. I still spend time with him.”

Y/N’s voice trembled with a mixture of sadness and determination.

Y/N: “It’s not just about physically being there, Pedri. It’s about the example you’re setting for him. I don’t want our son to see partying as a priority over responsibilities.”

Pedri’s brows furrowed, his frustration evident in his tone.

Pedri: “You’re making it sound worse than it is. I’m not a bad father just because I enjoy my time.”

Y/N’s eyes welled with tears, her voice cracking with emotion.

Y/N: “Pedri, this isn’t about attacking you. It’s about what’s best for Mateo. I can’t let him grow up thinking that this is okay.”

The room was filled with tension, the unspoken pain between them tangible.

Pedri: “I never meant for it to come to this point, Y/N.”

Y/N: “I’ve tried to make this work, Pedri. But I can’t keep pretending like everything is okay when it’s not. I won’t let Mateo be influenced by this.”

Pedri looked at Mateo playing in the living room, a mixture of emotions coursing through him. He knew Y/N was right, but admitting it was like acknowledging his own shortcomings.

Pedri: “I need to figure this out, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you or Mateo.”

Y/N: “This is for Mateo's sake, I think it's best if we each create a positive and nurturing environment."

Pedri: "Bueno…you're right, Y/N. I want to be the best influence for Mateo, even if it means making some changes."

Y/N: "Thank you, Pedri. I know this isn't easy for either of us, but I believe it's the right step."

In the days that followed, Y/N found a new place to live, creating a comfortable home for herself and Mateo. The transition wasn't without its challenges, but both Y/N and Pedri remained committed to co-parenting their son with love and care.

———————————————————————

One evening, as the sun began to set, Pedri was missing Mateo terribly and yearned to hear his laughter once more.

Dialing Y/N's number, he took a deep breath, hoping for a positive response. After a few rings, Y/N's voice greeted him on the other end.

Y/N: "Hello?"

Pedri: "Hey, Y/N. It's me, Pedri. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

Y/N: "Oh, hey, Pedri. No, you're not disturbing us. We're just out for a coffee."

Pedri's heart skipped a beat. The image of Y/N and Mateo, sitting in a cozy corner of a cafe, sharing moments together, tugged at his emotions.

Pedri: "Is Mateo with you?"

Y/N: "Yes, he's right here. We're at Starbucks."

Pedri hesitated, his voice gentle yet determined.

Pedri: "Is anyone else with you?"

Y/N paused for a moment, then decided to be honest.

Y/N: "Actually, I'm here with João."

Pedri's heart sank slightly, but he tried to hide his disappointment.

Pedri: "Oh, I see. Well, I miss him a lot. Do you think it's okay if I come to pick him up? I just want to spend some time with him."

Y/N glanced at Mateo, who was engrossed in his coloring book. She understood that Pedri missed his son and wanted to spend time with him.

Y/N: "Sure, Pedri. He'd be thrilled to see you. We'll be here."

Pedri: "Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it."

Y/N handed the phone to Mateo, her smile warm as she whispered, "Papi called and wants to talk with you."

Mateo's eyes lit up, his small hand reaching out for the phone.

Mateo: "Hola, papi!"

Pedri's voice softened at the sound of his son's greeting.

Pedri: "Hola, Mateo! How are you, champ?"

Mateo was really excited and talked a lot, telling stories about his day in a way that only kids can. Pedri listened closely, feeling happy and he couldn't stop smiling at how enthusiastically Mateo talked about things.

Pedri: "Mateo, how about this? Would you like to come to papi's home and sleep with papi tonight?"

Mateo: "Yes, papi! I want to!"

Pedri's heart swelled with happiness at his son's response.

Pedri: "Great! I'll be there to pick you up soon. We'll have a fun night together, okay?"

Mateo's reply was a resounding "Yes, papi!" that filled Pedri's heart with warmth.

Y/N took the phone from Mateo, a smile lighting up her face as she addressed Pedri.

Y/N: "Pedri, Mateo is really excited to spend some time with you. So you’re going to come here and pick him up?"

Pedri: "Of course, Y/N. I'll be there soon."

Around 20 minutes later, Pedri arrived at Starbucks. As he walked in, his eyes scanned the cafe, searching for Mateo and Y/N. What he found took him slightly off-guard: Y/N was laughing, deep in conversation with João. Watching them being close made Pedri feel a bit jealous, and it reminded him of all the complicated things that had happened between them in the past.

Pedri pushed aside his feelings and focused on what mattered most—his son. He approached the table with a friendly nod towards João.

Pedri: “Hey, bro.”

Y/N’s smile widened as she stood up, João following her lead.

Y/N: “Hi, Pedri. Mateo can’t wait to see you.”

Pedri greeted Y/N with a warm smile.

Pedri: “Hey, Y/N. I’ve missed him.”

João, sensing the situation, offered a friendly nod in acknowledgment.

João: “Hey, nice to see you again.”

Pedri: “You too.”

Y/N: “João has been keeping us company while we waited. He’s really good with Mateo.”

Pedri managed a smile, despite the conflicting emotions swirling within him.

Pedri: “That’s great to hear. Thanks for being there, man.”

João nodded, a friendly gesture that indicated his willingness to support Mateo’s happiness.

João: “No problem. Mateo’s a cool kid.”

Pedri turned his attention to Mateo, who was practically bouncing with excitement.

Pedri: “Hey, champ! Are you ready to have a fun night with papi?”

Mateo’s face lit up with pure joy.

Mateo: “Yes, papi! Let’s go!”

Y/N: “Hey Pedri, actually, João and I are headed out for dinner now. I’ll drop off Mateo’s stuff later tonight. Is that okay?”

Pedri nodded, gratitude in his eyes.

Pedri: “Of course, Y/N. You can drop his stuff later, don’t worry”

Y/N: “Alright. Have a wonderful evening, you two!”

—————————————————

Later that night, heavy rain pouring from the sky, drenching everything in its path. Y/N, arrived at Pedri's house to drop off Mateo's belongings. However, she found herself thoroughly soaked as she stood at Pedri's doorstep.

With a sigh, she rang the doorbell, holding Mateo's things in one hand and trying to shield herself from the rain with the other. Pedri and Mateo opened the door, and their expressions quickly shifted from surprise to concern when they saw Y/N's shivering form.

Pedri's voice was laced with worry as he spoke.

Pedri: "Y/N, are you okay? You're completely soaked!"

Y/N: "Yeah, I’m fine..I just…. I didn't have an umbrella. I'm sorry."

Without hesitation, Pedri stepped aside and gestured for her to come in.

Pedri: "Come inside quickly. You're freezing."

Mateo's eyes widened as he saw Y/N's condition.

Mateo: "Mami, you're all wet!"

Y/N chuckled softly, even through her shivers.

Y/N: "Yes, buddy, I am. But it's nothing a warm shower won't fix."

Pedri grabbed a towel and handed it to Y/N, concern etched on his face.

Pedri: "Here, dry yourself off."

Pedri glanced at Y/N with concern, the sound of raindrops against the windows creating a soothing backdrop.

Pedri: "You know, Y/N, the rain is really coming down hard. Are you sure you don't want to stay a while? You could wait until it stops."

Y/N: "Thank you, Pedri, but I think I'll be fine. I'll just head home and take a warm shower."

Despite her words, Pedri's worry lingered.

Pedri: "Are you sure? It's pouring out there, and you're still shivering a bit."

Y/N chuckled softly, touched by his persistence.

Y/N: "I promise I'll be okay. A warm shower will do wonders."

Mateo chimed in, his eyes wide.

Mateo: "Mami, you should stay. Papi's right."

Y/N laughed softly, her heart warmed by Mateo's concern.

Y/N: "Thank you, sweetheart. You're both so thoughtful."

Pedri's expression was a mix of concern and determination.

Pedri: "Listen, Y/N, I insist. Please stay here until the rain calms down. I don't want you to get sick."

Y/N: "Alright, alright. You win. I'll stay a bit longer."

Pedri: "Good. I'll make some tea. It'll help warm you up."

As Pedri headed to the kitchen, Y/N exchanged a knowing look with Mateo, who grinned mischievously.

Mateo: "See, Mami? Papi always knows best."

Y/N ruffled Mateo's hair affectionately.

Y/N: "Yes, he certainly does."

Pedri: “Y/N, you’re so wet from the rain. You should take a shower and change into something dry. You can wear my clothes.”

Y/N chuckled softly, appreciating his concern.

Y/N: “It’s really alright, Pedri. I don’t want to trouble you.”

Pedri: “Please, Y/N. Just change into something dry. Your clothes are wet, and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Y/N teased playfully, a twinkle in her eyes.

Y/N: “Well, even if I wanted to, you only have skinny pants here, and you know damn well I don’t fit into those.”

Pedri laughed.

Pedri: “What? Noo, I have other pants too. In fact, I have sweatpants. You can wear those.”

Y/N: “ Well, alright, fine. But only because you’re so insistent.”

Pedri handed her a cup of tea.

Pedri: “Here, drink this tea first. I’ll go find the sweatpants for you.”

Y/N accepted the tea with a smile.

Y/N: “Thank you, Pedri. You’re too kind.”

As Pedri left to fetch the sweatpants, Y/N took a sip of the warm tea. Then, Pedri returned to the room, holding a pair of sweatshirt and sweatpants. He grinned as he approached Mateo, handing him the clothes.

Pedri: "Hey, buddy, can you do me a favor? Give these to Mami."

Mateo's eyes widened in excitement as he took the clothes from Pedri's hands.

Mateo: "Sure, papi!"

With a playful bounce in his step, Mateo scampered over to Y/N, his small hands clutching the clothes.

Mateo: "Mami, look what papi got for you!"

Y/N: "Oh, sweetie, did papi get these for me?"

Mateo nodded enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling.

Mateo: "Yes! He said you should change into these, Mami."

Y/N chuckled softly, her heart warmed by the sight of Mateo's eagerness to help.

Y/N: "Well, it looks like papi really wants me to change, huh?"

Mateo nodded, a mischievous grin on his face.

Mateo: "Yes, Mami! He said you'll feel better."

Y/N looked at Pedri, who was watching them with a smile that showed he found it cute and caring.

Y/N: "Alright, Mateo. Tell papi thank you for these and I'll change right now.

Mateo's face lit up with excitement.

Mateo: "Okay, Mami!"

Mateo had a big, happy smile and ran back to where Pedri was sitting. He told him the message with lots of excitement, just like how kids do when they're really, really excited.

Pedri’s eyes lit up as he noticed Y/N’s return wearing his clothes. He couldn’t help but admire how the clothes suited her.

Pedri: “Well, I must say, you make those sweatpants and sweatshirt look better than I ever could.”

Y/N laughed softly, charmed by his playful compliment.

Y/N: “Oh, really? You’re just saying that.”

Pedri leaned back on the couch, a grin tugging at his lips.

Pedri: “No, I mean it. It’s not every day I see someone who can pull off comfy clothes with such style.”

Y/N’s cheeks warmed slightly at his words, her heart fluttering at his flirtatious tone.

Y/N: “Flattery will get you everywhere, won’t it?”

Pedri chuckled, his gaze lingering on her.

Pedri: “I’m just stating the truth. You look great.”

Mateo, ever observant, chimed in with a grin.

Mateo: “Mami, you look like papi now!”

Y/N laughed, leaning down to ruffle Mateo’s hair.

Y/N: “You think so, buddy?”

Mateo nodded enthusiastically.

Mateo: “Yes! You’re both wearing the same clothes!”

Pedri joined in the playful banter, his eyes twinkling.

Pedri: “That’s right, Mateo. Your Mami and I are matching.”

Y/N chuckled, enjoying the lightheartedness of the moment.

Y/N: “Well, I have to admit, it’s a pretty comfy outfit.”

Pedri grinned, his voice taking on a teasing note.

Pedri: “Maybe you should keep it. I’ll have to find new clothes.”

Y/N : “Well really? thank you, I appreciate this”

Pedri glanced at her, his voice gentle.

Pedri: "I hope you're feeling better now."

Y/N nodded, her expression grateful.

Y/N: "Much better, thank you."

Mateo looked at them, his innocent eyes wide.

Mateo: "Mami, did you get wet because of the rain?"

Y/N smiled warmly at her son.

Y/N: "Yes, sweetheart. I got caught in the rain."

Mateo's concern was evident as he looked at her.

Mateo: "You should be careful next time, okay?"

Y/N chuckled softly, touched by his worry.

Y/N: "I will, Mateo. Thank you for caring."

The three of them sat together, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s company and the cozy atmosphere of the room.

Pedri: “So, what movie should we watch, Mateo?”

Mateo’s eyes lit up as he thought about his favorite movies.

Mateo: “How about Hotel Tansvania, papi?”

Pedri chuckled, knowing exactly which movie Mateo was referring to.

Pedri: “You want to watch the one with the friendly monsters, right?”

Mateo nodded eagerly.

Mateo: “Yes, that one! Tans….Vania!!”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at their interaction. It was heartwarming to see the ease with which Pedri and Mateo connected.

Y/N: “Sounds like a great choice, Mateo.”

Pedri took the remote control and began the movie. The funny and cute characters from Hotel Transylvania appeared on the screen, and Mateo was really focused on it. Y/N and Pedri exchanged looks and smiled as they saw how much Mateo was enjoying the characters' funny actions.

As the movie progressed, the rain outside began to subside, leaving behind a calm and peaceful ambiance. The room was filled with the soft glow of the television and the comforting aroma of the tea.

Y/N leaned back, feeling really relaxed. Even though the evening started with rain, she was happy about how things turned out, giving them a chance to enjoy this cozy time together as a family.

Pedri glanced at Y/N, his voice gentle.

Pedri: “I’m glad you stayed, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled warmly.

Y/N: “Me too, Pedri. This has been really nice.”

Mateo, sensing the harmony in the room, leaned against Y/N, his small hand finding hers.

Mateo: “I like when we’re all together.”

Pedri : “Me too, baby, Papi loves being together with you and Mami right here”

As the movie continued to captivate Mateo's attention, Y/N saw an opportunity to slip away and make some popcorn in the kitchen. She stood up quietly and glanced at Pedri, who seemed to be engrossed in the movie as well. With a smile, she mouthed "popcorn" to him before making her way to the kitchen.

Pedri, noticing Y/N's departure, felt a spark of curiosity. He decided to follow her, wanting to enjoy a brief moment alone with her away from Mateo's watchful eyes.

In the kitchen, Y/N began to prepare the popcorn, the sound of kernels popping in the microwave. The warm, buttery aroma filled the air, creating a cozy atmosphere. Just as she was about to take the popcorn out, she sensed Pedri's presence behind her.

Pedri leaned against the doorway, a playful glint in his eyes.

Pedri: "Ah, the popcorn maker is hard at work."

Y/N turned around, a smile tugging at her lips.

Y/N: "Well, someone's got to keep the movie snacks coming."

Pedri grinned, stepping closer.

Pedri: "And what about the chef herself? You need a taste tester?"

Y/N chuckled, her gaze meeting his.

Y/N: "I think I can handle that part."

Pedri continued to be playful as he got closer to her, his voice sounding a bit teasing.

Pedri: "Hmm, but I have a more important question."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Y/N: "Oh, and what's that?"

Pedri's expression turned mischievous.

Pedri: "No bra, huh?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, and she playfully swatted his arm.

Y/N: "Pedri, stop!"

Pedri burst into laughter,

Pedri: "Got you there, didn't I?"

Y/N shook her head, a grin forming despite her embarrassment.

Y/N: "You're unbelievable."

Pedri's laughter subsided, leaving a warm smile on his face.

Pedri: "I couldn't resist. It's not often I catch you off guard."

Y/N crossed her arms playfully, her tone light.

Y/N: "Well, consider your mission accomplished."

Pedri's gaze softened as he looked at her, his voice sincere.

Pedri: "You know, Y/N, even after everything, it's moments like these that make me realize how much I miss our banter."

Y/N's heart warmed at his words, a mixture of nostalgia and fondness sweeping over her.

Y/N: "I've missed it too, Pedri."

As the scent of freshly popped popcorn filled the air, Y/N and Pedri found themselves drawn into a moment of quiet intimacy. Pedri's eyes held a mixture of longing and vulnerability, and in that fleeting instant, he leaned in, his intentions clear.

Pedri's lips were mere inches away from Y/N's, but before the moment could fully materialize, she gently placed a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

Y/N's voice was soft, but determined.

Y/N: "Pedri, please... no."

Pedri's expression shifted from anticipation to a mixture of surprise and understanding. He took a step back, respecting her boundaries, though a hint of disappointment lingered in his gaze.

Pedri: "Y/N, I..."

Y/N held up her hand, her gaze unwavering.

Y/N: "Pedri, we can't do this. Not now."

Pedri's brows furrowed slightly as he tried to convey his feelings.

Pedri: "But why, Y/N? Why can't we try to..."

Y/N's voice remained steady, even as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her.

Y/N: "I know you want to, Pedri, but we can't afford to forget what happened before. We can't risk failing again and breaking Mateo's heart."

Pedri sighed, a mix of frustration and understanding evident in his expression.

Pedri: "I don't want to hurt Mateo, I promise you that. But can't we at least consider..."

Y/N shook her head, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Y/N: "Pedri, I'm not saying this because I want to hurt you. I'm saying it because I care about Mateo too much to put him through another disappointment. We have to be responsible, for his sake."

Pedri's gaze softened as he watched the conflict in Y/N's eyes.

Pedri: "Y/N, I care about Mateo just as much as you do. And I care about you."

Y/N's heart ached at his words, but she remained resolute.

Y/N: "I know you do, Pedri. But we can't let our feelings blind us to the reality of our situation. We've tried before, and it didn't work out. I don't want Mateo to experience that pain again."

Pedri nodded, his shoulders sagging with a mix of acceptance and resignation.

Pedri: "You're right, Y/N. I don't want to hurt him either."

Y/N reached out and placed her hand on Pedri's arm, her touch gentle and reassuring.

Y/N: "We'll find a way to navigate this, Pedri. We'll continue to be there for Mateo as co-parents, and we'll create the best environment for him."

Pedri looked at her, gratitude evident in his gaze.

Pedri: "Thank you for understanding, Y/N."

Y/N managed a small smile, her heart heavy with the weight of their shared responsibility.

Y/N: "It's what's best for all of us."

As Pedri and Y/N reentered the living room, their conversation weighed on Pedri's mind, leaving him with a sense of melancholy. His thoughts were momentarily interrupted when he felt a small hand tugging at his shirt.

Mateo looked up at Pedri, his wide eyes filled with concern.

Mateo: "Papi, why do you look sad? Did you got scold by mami?"

Pedri managed a small smile for Mateo's sake, but the sadness still lingered in his eyes.

Pedri: "Oh, no, buddy. Mami didn't scold me. I'm just thinking about something."

Mateo's brow furrowed as he continued to study Pedri's expression.

Mateo: "Is it about the movie? Did something in the movie make you sad?"

Pedri chuckled softly, touched by Mateo's empathy.

Pedri: "No, it's not the movie, little man. It's just... grown-up stuff."

Mateo's concern didn't waver, and he tilted his head to the side, his expression curious.

Mateo: "Grown-up stuff? Like what?"

Y/N watched the interaction between father and son, her heart swelling with both pride and tenderness.

Pedri crouched down to be at eye level with Mateo, his voice gentle.

Pedri: "Well, you know, sometimes grown-ups have things to figure out, just like you have to figure out puzzles or games."

Mateo's expression brightened, and he nodded in understanding.

Mateo: "Oh, I get it! Like when I can't find the right piece for my puzzle."

Pedri smiled, ruffling Mateo's hair affectionately.

Pedri: "Exactly, buddy. We're just trying to find the right pieces for our puzzle."

Mateo seemed satisfied with the explanation, and he grinned up at Pedri.

Mateo: "Well, I hope you find all the pieces,Papi!"

Pedri's smile grew, his heart warmed by Mateo's innocent optimism.

Pedri: "Thank you, champ. I'll do my best."

Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions as she watched Pedri and Mateo interact.

While the movie kept playing, Mateo fell asleep with his Spider-Man blanket. Y/N got sleepy too and dozed off on the couch.

Seeing them like that, Pedri felt happy inside. He made sure Mateo was covered and then turned his attention to Y/N.

He found a new blanket and gently put it over her, making sure she was comfy and warm. Looking at her sleeping peacefully, he smiled softly.

“Time for bed, lil buddy,” Pedri whispered gently, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness. With a soft smile, he carefully lifted Mateo into his arms, feeling the weight of his slumbering son against his chest.

As he made his way to Mateo’s room, the soft light in the hallway cast a cozy ambiance. Pedri’s steps were slow and deliberate, his focus solely on ensuring that Mateo’s transition from the couch to his bed would be seamless and comfortable.

Pedri went into Mateo's room, being careful as he approached the bed. He gently put Mateo down on the soft sheets and made sure the pillows were comfy for his head.

He covered Mateo with the blankets, making sure he was all cozy. Seeing Mateo sleep so peacefully made Pedri feel really happy. He gave Mateo a sweet kiss on his forehead.

Standing up, Pedri looked at Mateo once more with a smile full of love. He left the door a bit open, knowing that his son was safe and comfortable, drifting off into dreams.

Returning to the living room, Pedri’s steps were gentle as he approached Y/N. He leaned down, his voice a soft whisper filled with concern.

“Hey,” he said, his words a tender invitation. “You should sleep in a bed, not on the couch.”

Y/N stirred slightly, her voice muffled as she mumbled a response.

“It’s fine,” she murmured, her sleepiness evident. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Pedri’s brow furrowed with a mixture of care and determination. He understood that Y/N was trying to be considerate, but he wanted her to be comfortable too.

He crouched down beside the couch, his voice soothing as he gently insisted.

“Y/N, you deserve a good night’s sleep in a bed. Come on, I’ll help you get to one.”

Y/N moved a little, her eyes half-open as she looked at Pedri. Her expression showed she was still a bit sleepy.

"I'm really fine, Pedri," she whispered.

Pedri’s eyes held a silent plea, his fingers lightly brushing against her arm.

“Please, Y/N,” he said softly. “Let me make sure you’re comfortable.”

“No, it’s okay, I don’t want to get up. I’m really sleepy and tired. I’ll be fine here…” Y/N murmured.

Pedri’s brows furrowed, his intention to ensure her comfort unwavering. He took a moment, considering her words, and then let out a gentle sigh.

“I understand you’re tired,” he began, his voice kind and patient. “But let me carry you to bed. You’ll sleep better there.”

He offered his hand once more, his eyes reflecting his genuine care for her well-being. There was a subtle insistence in his tone, a desire to make sure she was truly taken care of.

“C’mon,” he urged gently, his smile warm. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Okay….” she relented softly, offering a small but appreciative smile.

Pedri held Y/N close, his arms encircling her in a tender embrace. Her arms rested gently over his neck, and she wrapped her leg around his waist. With her secure in his arms, he began walking towards the guest bedroom.

Amidst their journey to the bed, Y/N let out a soft, almost imperceptible whimper. Her head found its resting place on Pedri's neck, a small sigh escaping her. The intimacy of the moment, their closeness, stirred a mixture of emotions within her.

For Pedri, her actions conveyed a sense of vulnerability and trust that touched him deeply. Feeling her lay her head against his neck, he felt a surge of affection and connection that enveloped them both. It was a reminder of the bond they shared—a bond that could be felt even in the quietest of gestures.

As he continued towards the bed, Pedri's steps were slow and measured, his focus on ensuring Y/N's comfort.

Upon reaching the bed, he lowered her down with utmost care, making sure she was settled comfortably. Gently, he adjusted the pillows and blankets around her, making sure she was cozy. As he stood by the bed, he gently pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. With a soft smile, he whispered, "Sleep well, Y/N."

As Pedri stood by the bed, ready to give Y/N some space to rest, a gentle tug on his finger surprised him. Looking down, he saw Y/N's fingers intertwined with his, holding on as if not ready to let go.

Her soft voice broke the silence, urging him to stay. "Stay….." she whispered, her tone carrying a mixture of vulnerability and longing.

Pedri's heart skipped a beat, the depth of her request touching him profoundly. With a soft smile, he gently released his finger from her grasp. Without a moment's hesitation, he climbed onto the bed, his movements careful and deliberate.

Cuddled up beside her, Pedri's arms encircled Y/N, drawing her close to him. She nestled against his chest, her head finding its resting place just below his chin. The warmth of their embrace was like a cocoon of comfort, enveloping them both in a sense of intimacy that words couldn't fully capture.

The rhythm of their breaths seemed to sync, their heartbeats harmonizing as if they were two pieces of a puzzle coming together. The silence of the room was filled with a quiet tenderness, a language that only they understood.

Pedri pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Y/N's head, his actions conveying a depth of emotion that needed no words. Wrapped in each other's arms.

———————————————————-

In the quiet of the very early morning, around 4am, Y/N woke up suddenly because she heard Mateo crying. His voice filled the house, and he was calling for "papi" and "mami," sounding like he really needed them.

Instantly awake, Y/N’s heart raced with concern. She turned to Pedri, her touch gentle yet urgent as she pinched his arm.

“Pedri, wake up!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with worry. “Mateo’s looking for us!”

Pedri woke up and understood how serious it was. He nodded, quickly sitting up on the bed.

"We have to go to him," Pedri said, his voice showing that he felt the same urgency as Y/N.

They quickly got out of bed and hurried through the house, following the sound of Mateo’s calls.

When they got to Mateo, he had tears on his face and looked really upset. Y/N and Pedri didn't waste a moment – they hugged him tightly to make him feel better. Being close to them helped Mateo feel safe even though he was scared.

“Shh, baby, we’re here,” Y/N reassured him, her voice soft and soothing. “Papi and mami are right here. What's wrong, honey?" Y/N cooed, her voice a soothing balm. "Are you okay?"

Pedri knelt beside them, his presence a source of comfort. "Mateo, tell us what happened. Did you have a bad dream?"

In between his crying, Mateo was able to talk. "I had a bad dream," he said, his words showing how scared he was. "The monster from the movie came to me and wanted to eat me."

Y/N and Pedri exchanged a knowing glance, their hearts aching for their son's distress. Y/N's fingers brushed his cheek gently, her touch as soft as her words.

"Aw, baby, it's okay," she cooed softly. "Mami and Papi are here now. The monster won't do anything to you anymore."

Pedri leaned in, pressing a loving kiss to Mateo's forehead. "We'll keep you safe, little buddy."

"Can I sleep with both of you, Mami and Papi?"

Y/N and Pedri smiled warmly at each other. They both agreed with a strong and certain "Yes, of course, sweetheart."

Climbing into their bed, the three of them settled in, surrounded by a cocoon of love and comfort. As they snuggled up, Mateo’s worries started to go away, and the hug from his parents made him feel really warm inside.

"Goodnight, little one," Y/N whispered, her lips brushing against his forehead.



"Sleep well, Mateo," Pedri added, his voice a soothing lullaby.

[lenorashore]

Beneath the Contempt - Coming Soon

Enjoy this little excerpt from my upcoming Ominis x f!MC enemies - lovers fic, Beneath the Contempt

MC was walking the halls in between classes. She had her head buried in the cursed objects book with the entry about Jackdaw’s wand. She'd been battling herself to not make the choice that she knew was inevitable.

“Don’t tell me I really have to go back into that damned tomb…” she murmured to herself.

While the assignment didn’t require the object itself, she knew her curiosity had been running rampant at the prospect of finding the wand. She'd already been there once before, right before she discovered the Map Chamber. She would have grabbed the wand back then had she known of its value.

She flipped through the pages of the book in her hands as she hurried down the hall. In her haste, she rounded the corner too quickly, colliding directly with someone. Both of them went tumbling to the ground.

“Whoa!”

“Hey, watch it!”

She landed flat on her behind with a thud. She moved the hair that had fallen in front of her face and saw Ominis, also on the ground in front of her.

“Oh, bloody hell,” she murmured. ‘Of course it would happen with him,’ she thought with a sigh of frustration.

“Ugh. Watch where you’re going with those troll feet of yours, MC. I’m tired of you carelessly running into me,” he snapped, standing up and brushing himself off.

“Maybe you should get your wand refurbished, Gaunt. It’s probably worn down from having to guide your dumb arse everywhere for six years.” Her tone was sharp as she gathered her books off the stone floor.

When they collided, her scent wafted into his nostrils. He felt a surge of something in his chest, that attraction he couldn’t suppress. The urge to say something, to engage her, tugged at him.

But she was already beginning to walk away.

“MC,” he called out, his voice unexpectedly shaky.

She halted at the sound of her name coming out of his mouth without a bitter tone, for once. She never knew how silky his calm voice sounded. She kind of liked it.

But she couldn’t let on. Not now. Not after everything.

She turned to face him. “What.” Her tone was deliberately sour, a mask to cover the unexpected warmth she felt inside.

Ominis' wand shifted in his grip, scanning her from head to toe again. This time, it lingered on her short skirt and tight vest before tracing the length of her shiny hair, now cascading down her back in a soft, glossy wave. When she had turned, the sunlight from the window behind her caught in her hair, making it shine.

‘Was her hair always so long and smooth?’ The question crept into his mind, but he quickly pushed it away.

He had never paid much attention to girls while in school. As a boy, he’d had the occasional crush, but dating was a complicated affair for someone who couldn’t see. Very few girls were willing to be escorted by a blind man, and he’d long since grown used to the fact.

But MC didn’t mind being around him, it seemed. She didn’t seem to care about his blindness the way others might. She had cordially partnered with him on the project, offering insights he’d never have considered on his own. She knew far more about the wand than he did, and he couldn’t deny that their partnership had the potential for an excellent grade — if they worked together again.

“Well? Spit it out, Gaunt,” she demanded.

He decided to extend an olive branch. “I, uh… was wondering if you’ve found out more about the wand. I’m afraid I’ve hit a dead end.”

‘Oh, now he wants my help?’ She couldn’t help but loathe him again.

“As a matter of fact, I have. But why in Merlin’s name should I help you? You seemed perfectly content with figuring it all out by yourself.”

He bit the inside of his lip. “Unfortunately, it’s proving to be more difficult than I had originally thought.”

She approached him. “Then why haven’t you chosen a different topic? I’m sure Hecat could help you sort something out so you’re not entirely useless.”

His breath stifled as he tried to think of an excuse. “I didn’t want- I mean it’s just a little late to choose something new. I was wondering if you might want to partner up again. You seem pretty knowledgeable on curses and, hell, you know the wand’s owner.”

She smacked her lips. “Ah, so you’re only wanting to take advantage of my knowledge, is that it?”

“No! I-I mean, yes!” He had to remind himself that he hated her.

She grimaced at him. “Oh, piss off, Gaunt. I tried to work with you in the beginning and you made it clear that I wasn’t worth your precious time. You couldn’t go two minutes without insulting me. So, no. Figure it out yourself. Maybe you can call upon that father of yours to pull some strings when you inevitably fail.” She finally walked away.

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He wasn’t frustrated by her rejection — he was frustrated by the conflicting feelings she had been stirring within him. When she wasn’t around, it was easy to dislike her, to dismiss her as the manipulator he had always known. But whenever she was near, it was a different story. He hated to admit it, but she sometimes flustered him. It was especially potent when she matched his quick wit with biting retorts, looking as beautiful as she did when she wasn’t even trying.

He had met his match, and it scared him.

Dividers by @kodaswrld 💙