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In a match where the scoreboard tells only half the story, a fierce on-pitch rivalry between you and football royalty, Alexia Putellas, evolves into something electric — something unspoken, but deeply felt. Between the lines two players lock eyes, trade touches, and blur the line between competition and connection. What begins as a game becomes a gravity neither can resist.

Part 12 Other Parts

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The moment you step onto the pitch, the crowd already feels louder than usual warmer, more expectant. You’ve been here before, dozens of times, but this time is different. This time, it’s goodbye.

You try not to let it get to you in the tunnel. Focus on the game, you tell yourself, just one more, one more ninety minutes, but when the announcer calls your name, and the fans chant it back with an echo that seems to ripple right through you, you feel it. The weight of it all. The years, the battles, the triumphs, the quiet nights of doubt. Every ounce of sweat you left on this pitch. Every person you’ve become because of this club.

The whistle blows. You breathe and you run.

You don’t go into the game thinking about records. You go in trying to be present, composed, but something shifts in you after the first goal, a fast, instinctive finish off your left foot. It’s like muscle memory takes over.

The second is cleaner a breakaway, defenders scrambling in your wake, the keeper never really stood a chance.

By the time the third lands, a beautiful curling power strike from outside the box, the stadium erupts. You don’t even know where your legs take you; your teammates are already swarming you, piling on top of you, yelling in three languages . Someone grabs your face, another lifts your arm in the air, you’re laughing and crying at the same time and then the stadium announcer’s voice cuts through the chaos:

“With that goal, she becomes the all-time leading goalscorer in Bayern Munich Frauen history…Make some noise for 'Your name'”

You freeze for just a moment. It’s surreal. The stat was floating around — close, possible — but no one wanted to say it out loud. Now it’s fact.

The fans are on their feet, banners waving, your name being chanted like it’s stitched into the bricks of the stadium.

When they sub you off near the end, the entire team stands to applaud, even the opposition clap you off. The fourth official gives you a nod that feels more personal than professional and as you walk toward the sideline, the whole stadium stands. It’s deafening. It had been rumoured for weeks you were leaving this international break and the players around you confirmed it for the fans and wanted to show there appreciation

You meet the new head coach with a nod and a watery smile, and then turn once more toward the crowd, pressing your hand over your heart and the badge, mouthing a quiet thank you.

You never imagined your last game here would end like this your name in the history books, the weight of the shirt settling over your shoulders one last time like a second skin.

The final whistle blew, and the camera cut straight to you, surrounded by your teammates. You looked tired, exhilarated, overwhelmed — but there was peace in your eyes. A kind of closure. You lifted the trophy high, confetti raining down. Red and white, one last time.

Then came the mic.

The stadium had quieted a little, waiting.

You stood at the edge of the pitch, still in full kit, boots covered in turf, hair sticking to your forehead. The trophy sat behind you. You didn’t need a script.

The crowd slowly quiets as you step forward, mic in hand, eyes scanning the stands, the cameras, your teammates.

You draw in a breath, then begin. “I’ve been trying to figure out what to say today. I’ve gone over it in my head a hundred times. But now that I’m standing here… words feel small.” You pause, voice already thick, a little shaky. “Bayern gave me more than I ever knew to ask for. This club, this badge, became home when I needed one most. It believed in me before I fully believed in myself and I’ll never forget that. How you embraced me into your team your country and your culture.”

The applause rises for a moment, but you lift a hand, gently asking for a bit more space to speak.

“This past couple of months has been… hard. And not just on the pitch, I made a personal private decision, one that certain people felt needed to affect me professionally. One that changed things fast and I won’t lie to you, it hurt. I didn’t want to leave like this, not where I was forced into making a decision.”

You glance toward the touchline, a flicker of emotion breaking across your face.

“But I also think… maybe it was time. Even when something’s good, even when you love it with everything you’ve got sometimes, you have to let go to grow. I grew to a player at my time in Lyon and I didn't think I could grow anymore but after three years here, I've grown even more and I'm excited to see where I end up next helps me grow and evolve as a player and a human being. I needed to make space for something new and trust that the next chapter could be just as full of meaning.”

Your eyes sweep across the sea of red in the stands.

“So no, I’m not confirming anything today about where I am heading next. That’s not what this is. Today isn’t about what’s next. It’s about what was. What we built together, what we achieved and rose this club to. What we bled for. It’s about the nights in the cold rain. The goals that didn’t come easy. The teammates who became family. The fans who showed up even when we lost and the belief that this, all of this, was bigger than just football.”

Your voice cracks softly.

“Thank you for letting me be part of your history and for being the most unforgettable part of mine, Ich liebe dich so sehr, es lebe Bayern.”

You step back. The crowd erupts not just in applause, but in a kind of collective, emotional exhale, flags wave. Fans wipe tears. Your teammates are already moving toward you again some clapping, some wrapping you in hugs that don’t want to end.

⚽️

The music’s loud, the lights low and warm, and the energy in the room buzzes with the kind of joy only footballers know that post-final, post-season, post-everything glow. Your whole body aches in the best way, like it remembers the pitch still, the weight of the trophy, the squeeze of your teammates’ arms around you.

But you’re drunk, not messy, not sloppy, just merry. The kind of drunk that makes you hug everyone a little longer, laugh a little louder, feel everything a little more.

You’re being passed around like a trophy yourself pulled into photo after photo, drink after drink handed to you with shouts of "To the record breaker!" and "Top scorer, baby!" Someone’s added a Bayern scarf around your neck and won’t let you take it off.

You’ve got your arm around one of the younger players, cheeks flushed from dancing, when Lea leans in and yells over the music, “How does it feel being a legend?”

You laugh, swaying slightly. “Like I’m gonna need electrolytes tomorrow and a very long nap.” The whole table bursts out laughing. Someone slides you a fresh beer. You raise it like a toast. “Danke, Bayern,” you say, dramatic and heartfelt, slurring just a little, “for the goals, the glory, and the ungodly amount of schnitzel I’ve eaten with you all.”

Cue more laughter, and someone probably Sarah Zadrazil shouting “SPEECH!” again, but you wave her off this time. “I already cried on a microphone today,” you grin. “Let me be hot and unbothered now.”

You find yourself in the middle of the dance floor not long after, surrounded by a chaotic circle of teammates, arms thrown around each other, jumping and spinning and shrieking lyrics off-key. The DJ transitions into a cheesy Euro-club anthem and the whole squad loses it.

Someone hands you a shot you don’t know who, you don’t ask, you drink it.

You’re not thinking about what comes next tonight, not contracts, not goodbyes, not even Barcelona. Just now. Just this and if your phone buzzes somewhere in your back pocket, a message from Alexia maybe but you don’t check it yet. You’re too busy living the last few hours of your Bayern chapter exactly the way it should be lived. Drunk. Loved and completely, unmistakably free.

The music doesn’t slow when they walk in, but the atmosphere shifts just enough that you feel it like a ripple. You don’t notice them right away, you're mid-laugh, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with Klara and Lea, dancing without rhythm but full of joy, cheeks flushed from one too many shots and the high of a perfect ending. Someone’s got a sparkler in a cupcake and is trying not to set off the fire alarm, but then Georgia leans in, close to your ear. “Hey… don’t freak out, but…”

You blink, still smiling, until you follow her glance toward the edge of the room. There they are. Your ex-head coach, and beside her, her daughter. That daughter. The one who had stared at you like she owned you and then bragged like she’d won something. She’s in a sleek dress, already nursing a drink, eyes scanning the room like she’s trying to gauge how much of a stir she’s caused.

You can’t hear your own heartbeat over the music, but you feel it in your throat anyway. A couple teammates catch on quickly. There’s movement, subtle shifts. One of the older girls gives you a tight smile, just checking in. Pernille moves a little closer, shoulder brushing yours. A silent you good? you tip your head, a shrug that’s half answer, half what the fuck is she doing here?

They’re not part of the celebration. She was let go, everyone knows it. This isn’t her circle anymore. You don’t look at the daughter again. Not even when she tries to catch your eye.

Instead, you grab another drink, rejoin the circle, and throw your arms around your people.

It’s quieter here, just far enough from the speakers that conversation doesn’t have to be shouted, but still close enough that the pulse of the music lives in your chest. You’re swirling the last of your drink, debating whether to have another or switch to water when her voice cuts through the hum beside you.

“Well,” she says, soft and smooth, like she never lit a match behind your back, “congrats, I guess. Big night.”

You turn your head slowly. She’s leaning against the bar, that same too-confident smirk playing at her lips. The one that once fooled you into thinking there was depth behind it. You give her a polite, emotionless nod. “Thanks.”

She lets a beat pass. “You look good.”

You sigh. “Don’t.”

“What?”

You face her more fully, voice calm, but firm. “Don’t pretend this is something it wasn’t.”

Her smile twitches, eyes sharp. “You left in the middle of the night. I’d say you’re the one pretending.”

You arch a brow. “I left after seeing the message you sent to your friends bragging about it. You turned me into a punchline in a group chat. That wasn’t me pretending. That was me walking away from something I should never have touched.”

That wipes the smirk off her face for a moment, but she recovers, leans in slightly, dropping her voice. “Maybe I made a mistake. I’ve been thinking about it. About you.”

You shake your head. “You’re still doing it. This game. This thing where you act like you didn’t mess it up and hope I forgot.”

She scoffs, arms crossing, irritation starting to show. “So what, you're too good for me now?”

“No,” you say, your voice lowering, more weight behind it now. “I just know what I want.”

“And what’s that?”

You take a slow breath, meeting her gaze dead-on. “I don’t want a childish girl in my life. I want a woman.” The silence stretches between you, heavy. You let it, then you step back, setting your empty glass down. “Someone who knows what it means to actually care about people. To protect what matters. Not just take, burn and laugh about it later.”

She watches you, blinking fast, suddenly unsure. Off-balance. Maybe for the first time around you. You nod once, final, and walk away.

The tension was soon replaced by laughter, music, and half-empty plates. The energy is looser, warmer back with the team, you didn't let the moment linger. There’s been dancing, hugs, tears from some of the staff, and far too many toasts. but when someone clinks a glass again and shouts for attention, it’s Georgia who steps forward, standing a little awkwardly but smiling wide, but the second she clears her throat and lifts her glass, people fall quiet.

“This won’t be long,” she says, eyes flicking to you with that glint of mischief, “because I know she hates this kind of thing.” There’s a ripple of laughter, but you’re already bracing yourself, heart thudding unevenly. Georgia takes a breath. “I’ve known her since we were kids and from the very start, I knew she wasn’t like the rest of us. She was sharper, faster, more stubborn, way too good with a ball at her feet… and absolute shite at letting people help her.”

Another laugh, gentler this time. You manage a sheepish smile, swallowing thickly.

“But somewhere along the way, she let me in. And we’ve been through everything together. Youth teams, heartbreaks, homesickness, injuries, wins, losses, early mornings and god-awful pre-season runs where I wanted to kill her because she always made it look easy.”

Your eyes drop, jaw tight, trying to breathe through it. You hadn’t expected this to hit so hard.

Georgia’s voice softens. “I’ve watched her grow into the kind of player legends are built around, but more than that more than the trophies, or the goals, or the headlines I’ve watched her grow into the kind of person you don’t come across often. Loyal. Brave. Quietly kind. The type who would rip her heart out for someone she cares about and never ask for anything back.”

There’s a silence in the room now, thick and still. You blink fast, but it’s too late your throat’s tight, and your eyes sting, and when you look up, Georgia’s watching you gently, like she knows.

“She’s been my best friend for so many years. And now she’s going somewhere new. Somewhere massive. And I couldn’t be prouder if I tried. Your next team doesn’t know how lucky they are yet but they will.” You press your lips together, but a tear slips out anyway. You wipe it quickly with the back of your hand as Georgia raises her glass. “To my best friend. My sister. You gave everything here and you’ll do the same there. You always do. I love you with all my heart my dude, go get the ballon d'or we all know you should of had by now”

A chorus of voices echoes her words, glasses raised high. “To her!”

Georgia smiles, "Just remember us in your acceptance speech yeah?" You laugh wiping your tears as the girls do,

You stand slowly, and Georgia moves first pulling you into a tight hug that you sink into, burying your face in her shoulder for a moment longer than you mean to. When you finally pull back, your voice cracks as you murmur, “You’re not allowed to do speeches anymore.”

Georgia grins, eyes shining too. “Next time I’ll sing it.”

You both laugh but your hands are still shaking a little, and you’re sure everyone saw the tears.

You don’t care, because if you had to cry anywhere… it was always going to be for her.

The morning Barcelona sky was soft with late spring sun, the kind that warmed your shoulders without making you sweat. You’d barely slept the night before not from nerves, not exactly but more from that strange hum that comes with knowing everything’s about to change. The start of finding a new daily routine and comfortability in a new country and city.

Your suitcase was unpacked, your boots were by the door, and Ellie Roebuck was already banging on your bedroom wall, telling you to hurry up or she’d leave you behind.

You’d moved into her apartment two days ago. It was clean, bright, and full of chatter. You were in the block where a lot of the younger players stayed so ones staying behind from international duty had popped down to see you, the energy was fresh, loud, and kind of perfect. You felt new here, but not unwelcome.

Today was the start.

Today, you’d walk into the training facility not as a visitor, but officially, formally, as a Barcelona player.

Ellie drove the two of you in, music humming through her speaker, one hand tapping the wheel, the other flinging commentary your way every couple of minutes about what to expect where not to sit in the dressing room, how intense the staff meetings could be, who was always late, who ran the group chats. She made you laugh, made you breathe easier. It was a good distraction from the knot in your chest.

Because the truth was… today felt strange, not bad. Just… new.

Alexia was gone, off with the national team. Her plane had taken off the same morning yours had landed, like some cosmic sleight of hand. It made your first day easier, less players, less eyes but room to breathe and learn the new way here.

Campus was already buzzing when you arrived. The media team ready and waiting, cameras being prepped, Barça press staff hovering with clipboards and radios. You were ushered inside before your foot could fully hit the pavement, a whirlwind of smiles, handshakes, welcome hugs, contract photo retakes. A press conference loomed, and you’d been warned there were going to be questions, about Bayern, about your decision, about the future.

You were ready. You had to be, but every so often, between the smiles and the flashing lights and the clicking heels of a PR handler walking too fast in front of you, your eyes flicked to the corridors to where you remembered seeing Alexia waiting for you once, or to the photo lined walls your eye almost every time drawn to Alexia in her moments of glory.

You squared your shoulders, let them take your photo smiled when someone shouted your name. Walked down the corridor in your new kit. The Barça crest over your heart. The past behind you, the whole world watching.

Today was a new beginning.

⚽️

Alexia stepped into the break room, the atmosphere inside was louder than usual not just music, but actual noise, a ripple of voices rising above the normal low hum of conversation and coffee machines.

She paused at the threshold, eyebrows pulling together as she scanned the room. A few teammates had their phones out, others clustered around the TV mounted in the corner. It was tuned to a sports channel, one of the big ones, and the screen was dominated by a wide shot of a press room at Ciutat Esportiva Joan Gamper.

Irene turned, noticed her. “Ah. Speak of the devil.”

Alexia’s brow lifted. “What’s going on?”

Irene nodded toward the TV, where the camera had now cut to your face fresh kit, Barça crest sharp over your chest, sponsor backdrop behind you. You were settling in at the microphone, smiling but clearly a little stiff, that telltale tension in your shoulders that Alexia knew by heart. “Barça just confirmed it,” Irene said, a wry smile tugging at her mouth. “They paid two million for her. Highest transfer fee in womens football history.”

Alexia blinked. “Two million?” she echoed, voice low.

Irene shrugged. “They really, really wanted her apparently.”

Alexia didn’t move. Her gaze stayed locked on the screen, her chest doing something traitorous and tight. She hadn’t expected it to hit like this, not the news, she knew it was coming, she’d known before anyone, really. But seeing it, watching the moment you stepped into that seat, pulled the mic toward you, and said your first words as an official Barcelona player, it felt real in a way it hadn’t before.

Patri elbowed her gently. “You gonna text her? Or are we pretending you didn’t fall in love with her before she even signed?” Alexia moved her eyes to Patri with that stare that Patri knew she'd over stepped.

Alexia rolled her eyes as she looked away, but her cheeks flushed a soft, warm pink anyway. She ignored the phone vibrating in her pocket.

Irene gave her a knowing look. “You could at least say congrats.”

Alexia’s eyes didn’t leave the screen. She watched as your eyes flicked up, answering a question she couldn’t hear, your voice steady but with that soft little smile the one that always slipped out when you talked about things that mattered.

⚽️

You shifted in your seat as the cameras clicked, the room settling after the opening statements. The Barça crest was bright on your chest, the water bottle beside the mic untouched. You could feel the lights on your skin, the buzz of anticipation from the room, from yourself. You’d done press conferences before, but this — this felt different. Bigger. Heavier.

The moderator nodded toward the first journalist.

“Y/N, congratulations on your signing. Obviously, it’s a historic move, can you speak to the nature of your departure from Bayern? There’s been a lot of speculation.”

You took a small breath, already expecting the question. Your voice was calm when it came, but low not guarded, exactly. Just thoughtful. “Leaving Bayern was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made. That club gave me a lot, years of development, memories I’ll never forget, a platform to grow, friends for life, but things changed with my relationship with Helen, I had made a personal decision away from football and the club and she felt that needed to impact me professionally as l assume punishment. I won’t get into all the details, but I knew I needed a different environment. Somewhere I could keep evolving and not live out the rest of my contract on the bench and Barcelona offered that."

There was a pause, and then the moderator pointed to another hand.

“What are your goals here? What do you want to achieve in Barcelona, both short term and long term?”

You smiled at that smaller, but this time a bit easier. “First and foremost, I want to earn my place. This team is packed with some of the best players in the world. I’m not coming in expecting anything to be handed to me, I’m coming in ready to work, to learn, to contribute. In the short term, I want to integrate into the squad, understand the system, find my place, where they want or feel they need me and mainly just get settled both on and off the pitch.” you take a breath "Long term? I want to help this team win. Champions League, Liga F, everything, but more than that I want to become part of the identity here. I want to be someone the club, the team, the fans, and the city are proud of and can rely on. I think that takes more than goals and assists. It takes heart and commitment. I’m here to give that.”

There were a few nods, pens scribbling, more flashes.

“Have the coaching staff shared their vision for you in the team? What role they want you to play?”

“Yeah we’ve had great conversations. They see me as someone who can offer versatility in the attacking third. I’ve played centrally, I’ve played wide, and they know I love to float and create. The exciting part is how fluid Barça’s style is. The staff have made it clear they want me to be bold to take risks, press hard, make things happen which I feel i'm no stranger at doing. I feel really aligned with their philosophy. It’s attacking, it’s technical, but it’s also smart. It suits me.”

Another question started to form from a hand raised in the back, the journalist leaned forward. “Are you ready for the pressure? Big fee, big legacy to live up to.”

You tilted your head slightly, lips twitching with a knowing smile, “Pressure’s a privilege. It means people believe in you and I’ve worked too hard to get here to be afraid of that now.”

Cameras clicked again. Flash. Flash.

You sat back slightly, exhaled and just for a moment, let the smallest smile slip, you'd spotted a journalist from Germany, you tilt your chin and speak in German, "What brings you here?" You and the woman held a conversation in German that was clearly more personal than professional before she asked her question in English.

"I'm not sure if you've been online at all since the news broke but theres a lot of excitement to see how you'll work with Barcelonas Captain Alexia Putellas after the battles you both have been in internally and domestically in the champions league"

"Hopefully well" You laugh gently, "I obviously can't speak for her but I felt when we came up against each other we always seem to know the other persons move before they did so that could work in our favour if thats still the case for sure"

⚽️

Your first week at Barça felt like it blurred and stretched all at once intense, humbling, but quietly exhilarating. The campus buzzed with that unique hum of history and expectation, and though most of the internationals were away, the few players around had been warm and curious, and the staff even more so.

You’d come in focused, not just on the pitch, but off it. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t be that player, the one who expected the world to shift around them, so you’d shown up early, stayed late, and most noticeably, started showing real effort with the language.

You’d already gotten a few laughs from mispronunciations but it had softened people too, made them open up quicker. One of the assistant coaches had clapped you on the shoulder during a post-session debrief and said with a grin, “If you keep speaking like that, we might believe you were born here.”

And someone from the physio team, the one who always played reggaeton a little too loud, had joked, “She’s learning Catalan faster than some of the internationals that have been here years.”

It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. The effort was there, and people noticed. At lunch one day, Marta one of the captains , sat down next to you and offered to help with your phrases. You wrote them down in the notes app on your phone with a smile and thanked her with a very practiced, “Gràcies, ets molt amable.”

The week ended with a light recovery session and a slow walk around the facility with some of the staff and players, as you paused by one of the open fields, you caught yourself thinking not with nerves, but calm certainty, this already feels like home.

⚽️

You were sunk deep into the sofa, legs stretched out, one arm draped over Teddy while Jonny lay curled on the floor nearby both dogs fully committed to doing absolutely nothing. You’d just thrown your phone somewhere between two cushions after replying to a group chat when it started to buzz again.

Alexia.

Your stomach did that stupid thing that tight, stupid little flip, you answered with a casual, “Hi,” but your voice had that edge the kind of smooth you practiced, the kind that meant she still got to you.

“Hola,” she said, and you could hear the smile. “You free tonight?”

You glanced around like there was something scheduled beyond dogs and leftovers. “Uh, yeah?”

“I was thinking maybe I could pick you up. Take you for a drink, unless you’ve already got someone else charming lined up to share wine with on a Friday night.”

You snorted before you could help it, biting back a grin. “I think you just insulted both Jonny and Teddy.”

Alexia laughed. “I’ll make it up to them with treats. Twenty minutes?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

You hung up and tossed your phone down, just as Ellie rounded the corner with a glass of water and a look that said she’d heard everything, she arched a brow. “Wow. Readily available much?”

You gave her a shove with your foot. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t. You’re in love, or at least in the very specific early stages of horny, hopeful affection.” She took a dramatic sip of water. “It’s gross. And adorable. And gross.”

You rolled your eyes, already standing up. “Shut up.”

Ellie smirked, trailing after you. “Just don’t come crawling back here drunk at 1am needing me to tell you she definitely likes you. Again.”

You paused at the hallway, glancing back at her with a playful glare. “She does.”

Ellie grinned. “Then go let her show you.”

You stood in front of your open wardrobe, clothes flung across the bed in the kind of chaos that only came from nerves disguised as decision-making. A fitted black top. A more casual button-down. Jeans or trousers? Heeled boots or trainers?

“I’m losing it,” you muttered, holding up a shirt in each hand like they were life-altering contracts.

Ellie lounged back on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, watching you with all the serenity of someone who had not been personally attacked by a crush showing up for drinks. “You are wildly overthinking this,” she said around a grin. “You’re not meeting her parents, you’re going out for a drink with the woman who has seen you in sweats, eating cereal out of a mug.”

“This is different,” you huffed, holding up a different shirt now. “I’m in Barcelona. I’m officially her teammate and this is her picking me up for the first time for something like this. This is new territory for us, I dont know what we are, I dont know if she even sees us as a thing”

“You’ve been a thing,” Ellie replied, eyes twinkling. “She looked at you like you hung the stars before you signed. Now she’s probably just mad you’re still pretending this isn’t a date.”

You opened your mouth to argue only for the sharp buzz of the intercom to cut through the room. You froze. Ellie howled with laughter. “Oh my God, are you gonna cry?” she teased, hopping off the bed as you scrambled for your phone. “You’re actually panicking!”

“Shut up—”

But Ellie was already at the wall panel, pressing the call button, her voice smug and sweet. “Hey, Alexia? Yeah, come up. She’s still getting dressed. Might be a while.”

You swore under your breath, glaring at her as she turned around with the most unhelpful smirk you’d ever seen.

“She’s coming up,” Ellie said, tossing your trainers toward you. “Better choose an outfit before she has to help you into it, because she certainly will want to help you out of it later”

You threw a pillow at her. Missed and then frantically pulled on the top she’d first suggested, because of course it looked best all along.

You were mid, half-wrestling your way into a jacket that you’d suddenly decided might just be needed incase its cold, when you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, followed by Ellie’s unmistakable voice and Alexia’s low reply.

Your heart did that thing and you froze for a second, pulse jumping. Then, footsteps, then her voice, soft but amused, from your bedroom doorway.

“Have you not unpacked yet?” she asked, leaning against the frame with one brow arched, eyes flicking over the absolute chaos of clothes on your bed, and all over the floor.

You turned, already flustered. “I have! It’s just—this—wasn’t unpacking. It was… tactical outfit planning.”

Alexia’s eyes sparkled as she looked around, arms crossing lightly over her chest. She was in a simple outfit jeans and a white tee under a leather jacket nothing dramatic, but she still looked unfairly good. “Tactical,” she echoed, stepping a little further into the room. “Is this what you do before every drink?”

“Only with people who make me weirdly nervous,” you said before you could stop yourself, then winced. “That sounded cooler in my head.”

She smiled, slow and knowing, walking around the edge of your bed with practiced ease before glancing over your shoulder to the mirror. “Well, whatever strategy you landed on… it’s working.”

You blinked. “Yeah?”

Alexia shrugged one shoulder, but there was no mistaking the softness in her voice. “You look good.”

You turned slightly, your eyes meeting hers in the mirror. The air felt thick for a moment, warm and suspended. “I was going to say the same to you,” you murmured. “But I’ve already seen you in worse. Hoodie. Remember?”

That earned you a smirk, a familiar glint in her eyes. “That hoodie worked for me, and you know it."

You laughed properly this time tension bleeding out of your shoulders. Behind you, in the hallway, you could just make out Ellie muttering “Jesus Christ, just kiss already,” loud enough for no one to miss.

Alexia arched an eyebrow, grinning, and motioned toward the door. “Come on, before your new roommate starts narrating everything.”

You grabbed your bag with a shake of your head. “Lead the way, Putellas.”

⚽️

The bar wasn’t particularly full a few tables buzzing with locals, soft music filtering through the low lighting but it felt like its own kind of pocket. Removed from the press, the training ground, the cameras. It was just the two of you, a drink in your hand and Alexia next to you, looking at you like she’d been waiting to.

She slid your drink over to you, fingers brushing the base of the glass before retreating to her own. “So,” she said, eyebrows lifting as she took a sip. “How’s your first week been?”

You paused, glass halfway to your lips, and gave her a crooked smile. “Am I talking to my new captain right now or…”

The words hung there, suspended not because you didn’t know what to say, but because you suddenly weren’t sure what you were to each other now. This thing between you hadn’t really been labelled. A handful of visits, a couple of sexual encounters, and now she was asking about your week like it was nothing and everything all at once.

Alexia caught it the shift in your tone, the hesitation, her eyes softened, her smile slow and warm. “You’re talking to me,” she said quietly. “Not la capitana. Just me.”

You looked at her, your chest tightening in the best way. “Okay then,” you said with a soft laugh, finally taking a sip. “In that case, it’s been good. Better than I thought, actually. Everyone’s been kind. It’s strange though… adjusting to a new rhythm, new expectations. The staff are great, though. I feel like I already trust them.”

Alexia nodded. “That’s a big thing, trusting the staff. Makes all the difference.”

You toyed with the edge of your napkin. “Marta's already decided I’m one of you lot now, said there’s no going back.”

“She likes you,” Alexia said, her voice dipping into something teasing. “She’s very particular on who she likes to”

You smirked. “She also told me who to avoid if I want to keep my sanity.”

Alexia narrowed her eyes with a grin. “Let me guess… Jana?”

You pointed at her dramatically. “Yes. I didn’t even say anything, and Marta just went: ‘Don’t let Jana rope you into any theme nights. And if Ona’s involved? Run.’”

That pulled a real laugh from Alexia the kind that made you feel like you’d done something right just by being honest.

“I’ve been trying with the Catalan too,” you said after a moment. “Or at least trying and trying to not embarrass myself entirely. One of the physios asked if I knew any, I panicked and said ‘maybe’… in German.”

Alexia’s laugh softened to a fond smile. “Don’t worry. You’ve got time. I’ll help you, if you want.”

You looked at her over the rim of your glass. “Dangerous offer. I might hold you to that.”

Her gaze lingered. “I hope you do.”

You fell quiet for a beat, the kind of silence that didn’t press or stretch it just settled around you comfortably.

Then, more gently, Alexia leaned in a little. “You seemed nervous at the press conference.”

You shrugged. “I was. I didn’t want to say too much, or too little. I didn’t want to make it about the past.” She nodded like she understood, because of course she did. “But it’s weird,” you added. “I spent months knowing I had to leave Bayern and now that I’ve left, I thought I’d feel… relief, I guess. But it’s more like… grief. In a way.”

Alexia reached across the gap as you sat on your stools, brushing your thigh lightly with her fingers, not holding, just touching, grounding. “That makes sense,” she said softly. “You gave so much of yourself there. It’s okay to miss it. Even if your hand was twisted with the decision really"

You looked down at where her fingers had met you, her touch still lingering. Alexia tilted her head, you met her eyes. “I want this move to be more than just a headline. I want to earn my place here and I want… I don’t know. To let myself be happy. Properly happy.”

She smiled again, this time slower. “That’s a good place to start.”

You looked at her for a long moment, something warmer unfurling between your ribs even after she leaned back straight sipping her drink her hand still firm in its place on your thigh. “I missed you this week,” you say finally, quiet but certain.

Alexia looks up from where she’d been playing absently with a coaster, her expression shifting, something soft slipping into her eyes, a flicker of surprise behind it. “I thought about texting,” she says after a pause. “Calling, even. I just… I didn’t want to be a distraction. It felt like you needed space to settle in.”

You nod, offering a faint smile. “I get it and I didn’t expect you to. You were with the national team, you had your own stuff going on. I wasn’t waiting by the phone or anything.”

Alexia gives you a small, knowing look. “But you missed me.”

You shrug, playing it off with a smile, but your voice is sincere. “Yeah. I did.”

There’s a beat where neither of you says anything, the noise of the bar rising softly around you, but not enough to drown out the quiet gravity between you. “I missed you too,” Alexia says eventually, her tone almost shy. “More than I have before, maybe because I knew you were here to stay this time, that missing you didn't have to be a thing anymore.”

Your heart does a strange little somersault.

She runs a hand through her hair, eyes flicking back to you. “I kept checking for updates, watched for anything on Barca's instagram how your first few days were going”

You laugh lightly. “Stalking me?”

“I prefer the term keeping up.”

You grin. “Well, for what it’s worth… I’m glad we’re here now. Just you and me. No cameras. No clubs. No captains.”

Alexia’s smile deepens, slow and warm. “Just us.”

You clink your glass gently against hers. “Just us.”

⚽️

You unlock the apartment door, Teddy padding over to greet you both with an eager tail wag, and Alexia crouches briefly to ruffle his ears, murmuring a soft, "Hola, guapo," before straightening again.

She lingers just inside the threshold, looking around with that quiet familiarity, her fingers slipping into the back pockets of her jeans. “I should probably call a taxi,” she says after a moment, voice low, uncertain. "Let you get to bed"

You glance at her, keys still in your hand. “You could stay over, I was going to finish this bottle of wine.” you said as you grab it from the fridge

Her eyes flick to yours, a question hidden behind them. “Are you sure?”

You smile, shrugging one shoulder lightly. “Yeah. It’s late, you’ve had a drink, and we’re not exactly over tonight, are we?”

She huffs a small laugh, something teasing in her smirk as she walks further in. “No. Definitely not over it.”

You watch her move through the space like she’s already part of it, “Besides,” you add, voice softer, “I wouldn’t mind waking up to you still here.”

That earns you a look, one of those Alexia looks head slightly tilted, eyes narrowed like she’s seeing through every layer you’ve got, “You’re dangerous when you talk like that,” she murmurs.

You lean on the counter, grinning. “Then stay. Risk it.”

She hesitates for just a beat, then kicks off her shoes and tosses her keys into the bowl beside yours.

“I’ll take that glass of wine,” she says, casual like she’s not silently choosing something heavier than she lets on. “If it's still going?”

You grab another glass down, "Of course"

You nod, heart a little full, a little unsteady. “You want something to sleep in?”

Alexia lifts an eyebrow. “Do I need something to sleep in?”

You blink, caught off guard, and she laughs again low and playful, stepping closer, close enough to hook her fingers through a belt loop of your jeans. She must know you like it when she tugs at your clothing like she did, because she did every time she saw you.

“I’m teasing,” she murmurs, “kind of.”

You don’t say anything just lean in and kiss her, slow and warm, and when she breaks it, she smiles against your mouth.

Alexia looks down at your now joined hands, then back up at you. Her voice is quieter now, more tentative. “I like our conversations, I miss the way you talk to me when I speak to some other people.”

You tilt your head. “How do I talk to you?”

“Like I’m just Alexia,” she says. “Not Alexia Putellas. Not La Reina. Just… me.”

You squeeze her fingers gently. “I like just you. I can prove it if you want?" You smile gently

“You don’t need to prove yourself to anyone, Coco.”

You laugh at the nickname. “Mateo would be proud.”

Alexia’s grin lingers, but her eyes soften again. “He keeps asking when you’re coming back over.”

“When you invite us, you're apparently not that forthcoming in inviting your teammates over, but happily go to everyone else's homes.”

Her thumb brushes your knuckles. “I'll stop asking you then shall I?"

You arch an eyebrow at her, catching the teasing tone under her words. “Stop asking me? You make it sound like I’m some burden.”

Alexia leans back slightly, her smile twitching at the corners. “You’re not. You’re the opposite, actually.”

“Oh?” You grin. “So what’s stopping you from inviting me properly? Hm?”

She rolls her eyes, but it’s playful. “Maybe I like coming here better. Less pressure, I don't have to host, and.. you don't have to leave Teddy”

You tilt your head. “So, what you’re saying is… you like being here so you can cuddle Teddy whilst I run around after you?.”

Alexia’s gaze drops briefly to your mouth, then meets your eyes again. “I do." You both laugh as you both sip your wine, you put yours down with a little more force than intended,

You shift slightly, leaning in just a little. “So, what are we doing tonight then, since you’re not racing off to get a taxi and you haven’t exactly made a move?”

She shrugs with exaggerated casualness, but her fingers tighten ever so slightly on your hip. “I don’t know… what are we doing?”

Your voice drops just a notch. “Well, I’ve got a spare toothbrush still in the pack, and the guest bed is technically made…”

Alexia lifts an eyebrow. “Technically?”

You smirk. “Meaning I can throw the blanket over the sofa and hope for the best you don't freeze to death out here.”

She laughs, and the sound curls warm through your chest. “I’m not willing to take my chances.”

“Guest bed or mine?” you tease.

She’s already leaning closer. “Coco…”

You grin, brushing your nose against hers. “What?”

“I’m not staying on the fucking sofa.”

You kiss her soft, drawn out, like you’ve got all the time in the world. When you pull back, she’s smiling, eyes half-lidded, thumb still brushing lazy circles over your knuckles. “So,” you say, breath a little shaky now, “should I go get that toothbrush for you?”

Alexia hums. “Only if you're coming with me to use it.” She pauses, then grins. “Because I’m absolutely stealing your moisturiser again.”

You groan, teasing. “You’re the worst houseguest.”

“I’m not a guest,” she replies easily, tugging you toward the hall. “I’m staying over.”

⚽️

You try to focus on brushing your teeth, but it’s impossible when Alexia keeps glancing at you in the mirror, a smirk tugging at the edge of her mouth like she knows exactly what she’s doing to your focus.

She finishes first, of course, smug about it too, and without hesitation, grabs your moisturiser from the shelf like she owns it.

You glance at her through the mirror, foam still at the corners of your mouth. “You’re really just gonna steal that, huh?”

Alexia shrugs, already dabbing it onto her cheekbones with practiced precision. “I told you. I like yours better.”

You rinse and spit, wiping your mouth dry with a towel just as she finishes rubbing the cream in, then she steps behind you, her reflection moving into your peripheral vision. You feel her arms wrap around your waist, warm and easy, her body pressing close to yours from behind.

You exhale, instinctively leaning back into her. “You’re in a mood tonight.”

She hums against your shoulder. “You’re warm.”

Her lips brush bare skin. Just once, then again slower. You catch the shift in her expression in the mirror, her playful glint fading into something deeper, something that steals your breath.

Alexia starts with a gentle kiss to your shoulder, her hands sliding over your stomach, exploring, almost absentmindedly then her mouth trails higher, unhurried, grazing the slope of your neck.

You grip her arm for support, watching her lips in the mirror as they closed against your skin. “Ale…” you murmur, voice low, barely able to get the word out.

She doesn’t stop. Her mouth moves behind your ear, her hands splayed across your torso, thumbs tracing slow lines under the hem of your sleep shirt. “Mm?”

Your breath hitches. “You keep doing that, and we’re never making it out of this bathroom.”

She grins against your neck, her voice husky with intent. “That’s kind of the point.”

You turn, slowly, until you’re facing her. Her hands stay on you, her eyes are dark now, sure of themselves. There’s no teasing left in her smile just heat and want and something that feels dangerously close to adoration.

You rest your forehead against hers. “You’re not tired?”

“I’m tired of not touching you,” she whispers.

Then she kisses you again deeply this time and the rest of the night begins to rewrite itself, one soft, lingering touch at a time.

Alexia pulls back from the kiss, breath warm against your lips, and then with that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes she bends slightly, hooks her arms around your thighs, and lifts you clean off the floor in one smooth, confident motion.

You let out a surprised laugh, arms instinctively wrapping around her neck. “Are you serious right now?”

She grins, carrying you toward the bed like it’s nothing. “You doubted me?”

“A little bit,” you tease, breathless with laughter. “You’re deceptively strong.”

“I’m literally a professional athlete,” she deadpans, setting you down with an exaggerated gentleness before crawling beside you. “What did you think I was doing all that gym work for? Instagram posts?”

You snort. “I thought it was just for the aesthetics.”

Alexia props herself up on one elbow, her other hand smoothing over your hip. “Well, the aesthetics are a bonus,” she murmurs, gaze flicking over you meaningfully. “But it’s mostly for moments like this.”

You roll your eyes, smiling, as you tug her closer. “God, you’re cheesy.”

“You love it,” she says smugly, settling half on top of you.

You don’t disagree. You run your fingers teasingly along Alexia’s arm, still half-draped across your waist, and glance up at her through your lashes.

“I mean… I do like your arms.. the muscles.”

Her eyes narrow playfully. “Oh yeah?” she says, lifting her arm and flexing her bicep with a grin. “These muscles?”

You burst out laughing, pushing lightly at her chest. “You’re ridiculous.”

But she just smirks, holding the pose. “You brought it up.”

You shake your head, grinning. “Fine. Yes. Those muscles.” You lean up and kiss her, slow and warm. “Very impressive, capitana.”

Alexia hums into the kiss, her hand slipping up under your shirt. “I’ll remind you next time you tease me about carrying you.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you murmur against her mouth.

She grins again, soft but wicked. “You have no idea.”

Alexia shifts beside you, her hand tracing slow patterns along your side as she presses a lingering kiss to your lips.

“You know what I like?” she murmurs, her voice warm and quiet.

You smile, eyes still closed. “Mmm… what?”

She brushes her lips just below your collarbone, slipping on top of you, the kiss soft and deliberate. “Here,” she says. Her hand moves gently over your stomach, her fingers light sliding your shirt up followed by a kiss on your abs. “And here,” she whispers. “Strong without trying. You don’t even realise it.”

You open your eyes, meeting her gaze in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. There’s something deeply sincere in her expression, something unguarded.

She leans down, kissing the curve of your hip. “And this—” her voice is quieter now, almost a smile against your skin, “this is just one of my favourite places to hold onto when you’re close.”

Your breath catches, not from surprise but from how gently she’s unfolding each word. You reach for her hand, threading your fingers together. “You’re kind of good at this, you know.”

“At what?” she murmurs, lips grazing your wrist.

You look at her, heart full. “Making me feel seen”

She meets your gaze again, eyes steady and soft. “That’s easy,” she says. “You’re hard to miss.” Her fingers hook into your little pyjama shorts, “May i?”

You bite your lip, “You better”

⚽️

You arrive at training with Ellie, both of you still buzzing a little from the morning's energy. The sun's climbing lazily over the city, casting warm light across the pitches as players filter in from all sides bags slung over shoulders, coffee cups in hand, laughter echoing in short bursts across the facility. You can tell the internationals are back there's a different kind of buzz today.

Inside, you're barely ten steps into the building before you're met with a chorus of greetings.

“Hola!”

“Buen día!”

“¡Al fin te conocemos!”

A few of them wrap you up in brief, affectionate hugs like they've known you longer than five minutes. Patri gives your arm a playful squeeze, Aitana gives a polite nod, Claudia winks, and Cata grins wide as she compliments your boots. The vibe is easy, warm like family. You’re a little caught off guard by how immediate it feels still now everyone was here.

Then Mapi strolls over, already grinning. “Coco,” she sings, eyes dancing as she holds up her phone. “You busy?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Training starts in ten minutes.”

“Perfect,” she says, completely ignoring your implication. “Help me with this.” She flips the phone toward you as she sits in Ellie's cubicle beside yours, It’s another English crossword. The fifth one this week.

“You know they have Spanish ones, right?”

“I know,” she shrugs, not the least bit ashamed. “But this helps me practice my english. And you’re better than Google Translate.”

You take the phone, eyeing the half-finished puzzle. “Five letter word, ends with N… artificial silk.. Rayon.”

Mapi nods sagely. “You're so smart”

You snort. “You’re not slick.”

“I try.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling as you tie your boots and she walks away face buried in her book, you feel Alexia's gaze on you but you don't meet it. You're pulling your training top down when Kika opposite smirks and speaks as the locker room at awful timing fell silent, "That's an interesting mark you have"

You wet your lip trying to stop the corners of your lips from curling as you made eye contact, "Mind your business"

"Truth or dare"

You groaned "No, Kika, please no more" You give Marta a pleading look when Kika looked to her also.

"Don't look at me, it's either that or singing you know that" she smiled

"What's this?" Irene asked

"I talked to Y/N about initiation, she haggled, she gets to not sing if at any point we say truth or dare, we ask a question and give a dare and she has to either answer or do the dare. unfortunately for Y/N Kika asks personal questions and gives dares most wouldn't do"

"So. Truth" Kika grinned, "When did you last have sex or Dare. You run four laps of the pitch after training"

"I'll run the laps"

Ellie laughed at Kika's face, "She loves running, nice try"

You toss your kit bag onto the bench, still grinning from your dodge of Kika’s truth-or-dare trap, when she perks up again, clearly not done with her game.

“Well, if you're not gonna say when, maybe at least say who.” Kika narrows her eyes, her voice lilting with amusement. “What about that girl from the bar? The one who looked like she was very ready to risk it all the other night?”

Your smirk falters slightly not because she’s right, but because of the shift in the air the second the words leave her mouth. You feel it before you see it. The brief silence is loud.

Your eyes flick instinctively across the locker room just in time to catch the split-second change in Alexia’s face. The subtle clench of her jaw. The way she adjusts the tape around her wrist a little too tightly. Her expression unreadable, but her energy very, very clear.

Irene, standing beside her, clocks it too. She leans over, voice low and dry but not unkind. “Seems like you’ll need to do more than mark your territory.”

Mapi, unbothered and sipping from her water bottle, chuckles beside them. “Could always piss in a circle around her bag, classic animal kingdom move.”

Alexia doesn’t respond, but there’s a flash of something in her eyes. Not quite jealousy sharper than that. Possessive, maybe, or challenged.

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etherealrin · 3 months ago

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꣑ৎ ࣪ drinks or coffee?

a certain itoshi sae wants to pick up where his brother left off tw: none // fem reader! part two of this but can be read separately + part 3!

ear-shattering bass reverberates throughout the entire house, and your ears might actually bleed from impact. you’re standing in a corner gripping a red solo cup, liquor inside untouched.

it’s the same old same old: dumb party, alone, and your friend who had brought you here was somewhere deep in the mosh, all over a guy.

why had you even agreed to come here? oh right, it was supposed to help you get over your ex, itos-

“ITOSHI! YOU CAME!” shidou shouts, practically leaping for joy at the doorway.

whathefuckwhathefuckwhathefuck? just the sound of your ex lover’s last name was enough to send you into cardiac arrest. speak of the devil, why did he, of all people, have to be here right now? it was just your luck that itoshi rin, the party-hater, would decide to come to the one you’re at. and if he’s here, does that mean his little girlfriend is too? the sour taste of bile slowly creeps up your throat, and you lean shakily against the white wall, fist clenching at the thought. you wouldn’t exactly label yourself as the jealous type, but rin had pissed you off so much that you simply had to one up him somehow.

“don’t act so excited to see me, demon,” a voice you assume to be rin's says, cold as ever.

“c’mon, didn’t you miss me? not even a little bit?” the blonde soccer player sounds like a dejected girlfriend now. makes two of us, you think bitterly. after all, rin did dump you to get with his childhood best friend.

you know that in this scenario, you’re supposed to leave. staying would benefit no one, and definitely wouldn’t help your mood.

but you can’t force your body to move an inch—you need to see with your own two eyes his face. to see if you still felt anything, because you’d be lying if you pretended you were nonchalant about the whole ordeal. besides, just a peek wouldn’t hurt, right?

so you abandon your corner, slowly making your way towards the hallway. the house is dimly lit, and you almost trip several times in the dark amidst shuffling feet.

and the eyes that greet you are definitely rin’s, the cobalt blue unmistakable. though he looks a little older, a bit tired, and wait—his hair was pink now? when did his underlashes get that long?

“well, get in here sae,” shidou drags the boy inside.

sae?

you gasp, the dots finally connecting. so this was itoshi sae, the brother rin despised so much. they shared the same stupidly attractive face too.

the two athletes turn to look at you, and you freeze, caught blatantly eavesdropping.

“oh? who’s this?” a glint of curiosity in sae’s usually flat tone.

“that one? she’s rin’s ex girlfriend, ya know?” shidou’s grin is wider than the chesire cat’s.

sae’s presence is piercing, you feel it boring through your soul as he looks you over wordlessly.

“was it mutual?” he asks, stalking closer. you feel like prey under his intense gaze. trapped, compelled even. shidou snorts and wanders back towards the noisy living room, knowing his cue to leave.

“what, the breakup? not really, but he was an ass,” you answer with a scoff, arms crossing as you recall exactly why and how it happened. you had told rin he spent too much time with his childhood friend who had suddenly come back from who knows where, and immediately took your place beside rin, despite the fact that you were his girlfriend. and when you had, as a petty joke, said that rin should just go and date her instead, he'd actually agreed. "that's a great idea!" he'd said.

sae’s eyes never leave you as he arches a brow.

“is that so? well, i’d always known rin was an idiot. plus, he let someone like you go, which only proves my point.”

huh?

“point being?” you question with a tilt of your head.

“just that i could show you who the better itoshi is,” sae smirks. “we could go back and get drinks, or…”

“or?” you’re starting to like where this conversation is going.

“we could get coffee.”

“at midnight? you’re insane, but i like it.” you can't help the corner of your mouth quirking up at his odd suggestion.

“oh come on, i know a place that’s open past twelve.”

and you’re pretty sure now that the reason you walk off with sae has less to do with revenge on his brother but more with your own intrigue in him, as you let him guide you away.

a/n: hii this was heavily requested as a part two, thank u for everyone who suggested! @valexqpt

ılılılılılılı now playing: drinks or coffee? by rosé (yeah i stole her entire plotline)

masterlist

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crazycat010 · 4 months ago

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I found you

PART ONE OF THE Gojo Satoru x reader (soulmates AU)

part 1 ; part 2

IN WHICH: Gojo finally finds his soulmate, after being given a very unlucky way of connecting to them.

fluff, angst, y/n is insecure about her looks and powers, her colleagues are worried sick about her. Almost-dying thoughts. Talks about death (fight and curses being killed), blood and scars. Fight between y/n and her friend.

Reader is written about as a female and there are references to her clothing. Happy ending.

word count=6.103 words

“Ahh” Gojo hissed, grabbing his face in pain, when was it going to end?

Another blow, this time directed to his abdomen, made him double over in pain.

“Gojo-sensei! Are you okay?” Yuji gasped, checking to see if he was okay.

“Yeah, don’t worry! M’fine.” The teacher laughed it off, used to the feeling.

“You sure got an unlucky way of connecting with your soulmate.” Maki added.

He shrugged his shoulders. He was one of the strongest, if not the strongest sorcerers alive, he came from a rich family, had many friends at Jujutsu High and a never ending list of women of all kinds who would do everything to even go on a date with him! All in all, he considered himself lucky, yeah, maybe his parents hadn’t been the best, being married for convenience and not love, but his mother loved him and his sister was very dear to him.

Nonetheless, everyone who learned his way of connecting with his soulmate cringed sorrowfully, pitying him: he felt most, if not all, the pain his soulmate felt. Though it was probably the same for his other half, it really made his life more difficult. It was like they were constantly getting beaten up for some reason, while he tried in every way possible to not hurt himself as to not pain them more.

With his students, he was headed to the entry of Tokyo Jujutsu High School’s complex, where he would meet with the students and teachers from the Kyoto College.

He’d heard a new teacher had recently arrived, but he didn’t care about it much. He had resigned from trying to reach his soulmate a long time ago, after many years spent searching.

He had gotten quite tired, and decided it would be better to let fate do his own thing. Was he gonna meet his soulmate soon? Had he already met her? Was he ever going to meet her?

Those question remained unanswered, and the ‘soulmate’ case closed.

After a long walk, they’d finally reached the meeting point. He had never realized the grounds were so big…

They were met with the usual group: the two teachers Gakuganji and Utahime and the students Mai Zenin, Kasumi Mia, Noritoshi Kamo, Aoi Todo and Mono Nishimiya.

Gojo looked around, expecting to see another teacher, but was found with nobody else.

Not having to hear the question, Utahime had already answered: “The new teacher had… some jobs to finish. She should arrive this evening.”

“Oh, okay! Well, let’s head to the school grounds so we can have a proper catch up!” Gojo said happily, masking yet another strong blow, this time aimed to the back of his neck.

The trek in the Foothills of Mount Mushiro was unusually quiet.

Seeing Gojo’s confused expression, Utahime said: “The kids have grown quite attached to our new teacher. They’ll get back to normal once she’s back.” She told him calmly, almost as she was reassuring herself.

“So, what’s up with this new teacher?” Satoru couldn’t help but ask, interested in this new mysterious figure.

“I promised not to do any spoilers, but I’ll tell you this: she’s very patient and kind, even more than me. The only problem is, taking care of everybody else, she often forgets to look after herself, getting injured because of her Cursed Technique. That pretty much sums up her entire personality, so I think you two will get along nicely.”

“Oh so they’re a she?” Gojo implied, smirking.

Utahime rolled her eyes, chuckling.

“Anyways, it’s good to know we’ve got someone else on our side. I bet you care a lot about her.” He replied.

“We all do…”

The dinner was filled with the usual laughter and chaotic environment, created by the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event. Yet Gojo could sense something was off: while most of the students were able to fake it and enjoy their time, Utahime, Mai and Todo looked nervous and uptight, waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, Mei Mei said, taken back: “She’s here.”

Mai and Todo sprinted towards the door, Utahime and the rest of he students following closely.

Even the old Yoshinobu had gotten up and was slowly heading towards the entrance door.

“Hellooo…Ahh!” Said an unfamiliar voice, before hearing a loud thump of bodies falling over.

“I swear if you ever scare us like that again, we will kill you. And that’s final.” Mai said to the unknown figure in a stern voice, opposed to her comforted look.

“Todo?” Asked the girl, searching for help.

“I’m on her side on this one.” Answered the black-haired boy.

“C’mon, not even you Utahime?” She asked again. Utahime raised her hands up, showing she was also on the green haired girl’s side.

“We’re glad you’re back, Y/n-sensei.” Said Kamo, offering a hand to get her up to her feet, while Yoshinobu simply nodded.

“We sure are!” Said Mika and Nishimiya, reaching for their teacher in a fond group hug.

‘So that’s the mysterious teacher…Y/n. That’s an unusual name, but I like it’ Gojo thought, heading to the new sensei to properly greet her.

“So you must be the new teacher everyone’s talking about!” Said Gojo.

“Y/n Y/Ln, it’s nice to meet you.” She replied.

“Gojo Satoru, and the pleasure is all mine.” Said the smug teacher, going for a simple handshake since he’d noticed her hands were entirely covered by black leather gloves.

‘The new teacher looked, weird. Not in a bad way though. She had silver straight hair, cut short just below her chin, with a huge side bang covering the left side of her face. Her eyes resembled her personality, a sparkly silver adorned by big lashes and complimented by a pair of thin brows of roughly the same color. She wasn’t short, but she was just around Utahime’s height, so the difference between her and Satori made her lift her chin upwards in a cute way, in order to face him directly. Her clothes were torn apart, leaving her in a black leather suit that covered her entire body, a neck warmer on her neck and chin and a belt with small weapons, matching gloves and combat steel-toe boots. She was full of cuts and what looked like blood and dirt and prominent a eye bag could be seen on her right side of the face.’ Gojo eyed her cautiously.

“Well, I’m sure you must be famished by now, so why don’t we go back to the dinner table and get a new seat for miss Y/Ln here.” Shoko interrupted the oncoming silence.

“Don’t worry. I was able to grab something to eat along the way. Nonetheless I’m very tired, so, if you don’t mind, I’ll head to my dorm to wash off the dirt and get some rest.” Y/n kindly turned down her offer.

“I’ll show you the dorms.” Utahime intervened, grabbing her by her arm with force.

“Don’t worry, I saw where they were com…” The silver haired girl tried to stop Utahime, but was met with an icy glare even Gojo had rarely seen on his ex-classmate’s features.

“I said I’m showing you the dorms. C’mon let’s go.” She ordered Y/n, who couldn’t do anything but comply, getting pitiful looks from her students.

The evening continued nonetheless, no sign of Utahime’s return.

‘That just means we’ll get to meet the new kid tomorrow’, Gojo shrugged it off.

The next day, Y/n was finally able to join the others for breakfast, having been patched up the night before by a very angry Utahime.

She knew what she had done the other day was risky, telling everybody to go so she could single-handedly defeat the three first grade curses, but she wasn’t gonna risk anyone else getting injured, that’s just who she was like.

She knew Utahime would’ve gotten furious and mad at her for making her worry and scolding her, but, in reality, she was happy knowing there were people who really cared about her well-being.

That morning she ate almost twice her daily portions: she had lied the day before, in fact, she hadn’t eaten anything since the past breakfast, but she didn’t want to intrude in the meal or, especially, she didn’t want to have to take off her gloves or any other part of her suit to eat.

Underneath all that fabric, her body was constantly full of bruises and cuts, which concentrated on her arms and the cause was her Cursed Technique.

YOUR (Y/N’S) POV

“Soo, Y/Ln. How are you feeling? You looked pretty rough last day.” Gojo tried to initiate a conversation with you, after you’d finished eating and were casually strolling around the campus to show you were all the main facilities were located.

“I’m fine, thanks. And please, call me Y/n.” You responded, smiling.

“That goes for me too. Anyways, I’m glad you’re doing good, you should’ve seen your students and co-teachers yesterday, they were worried sick.” He replied.

“I’m sure they were.”

“Well, you got me curious. What happened?” He asked, trying to not invade your privacy but at the same time get to know you more.

“Let’s just say, on our way here, we got caught up with some curses. They weren’t that strong, but I decided to finish the job myself while the others came here.” You answered.

“What grade were they? What do you mean by some?” He questioned you.

“They were…three first grades.” You said, a bit embarrassed for some reason.

“What? I mean, wow! You managed to take them all out on your own! I don’t mean to come as judgy or stuff, but when they’d told me a new teacher had arrived at Kyoto High, I didn’t really expect someone that strong.” He said, shocked.

“Thanks, I guess…? I kinda get that a lot!” You replied, chuckling to yourself and shoving your hands in your pockets.

You wore a simple navy blue hoodie and black tight jeans with a pair of white and blue sneakers with silver gloves covering your hands.

You had always been very insecure about your scars, being basically covered in scratches and those squiggly white lines. When you didn’t wear gloves or you exposed your scars in any way, you always got weird or pitiful stares from those around you, so, a couple of years ago, you’d decided it would be in your best interest to hide them.

You started absentmindedly fidgeting with your necklace, until Gojo interrupted you in your actions: “What’s up with the gloves? If you don’t mind me asking.”

You were used to people asking that type of questions, so you replied how you usually did: “My hands get cold.”

He stared at you, unamused. Many people figured that was a lie, but they usually dropped the topic at your response. Instead, he questioned you further: “Are you sure?”

You rolled your eyes, not knowing if you were more irritated or amused by his investigative nature. All your friends knew about it, and he looked like a pretty chill guy, so, it wouldn’t hurt to tell him.

“Okay, fine. It’s because of my Cursed Technique. It’s called Glass Veil.”

He seemed intrigued by it, asking you: “I’ve never heard of it before. How does it work?”

You decided to explain it further: “it’s exactly what it sounds like. I create barriers made of transparent, glass-like cursed energy. They can reflect attacks, bend light to make me invisible, or distort space to create mirages. Sounds great, right? Yeah, well, here’s the catch. My defenses aren’t invincible—if an attack is too strong, the barriers shatter, and I feel every bit of that damage. Cuts, energy recoil, you name it. And if I try to reflect something too powerful? My own body starts breaking down from the strain. Oh, and those mirages? They don’t just mess with my enemies—they mess with me too. Use too many, and suddenly, I can’t tell what’s real anymore. If I push myself too hard, my entire technique collapses like shattered glass—leaving me completely defenseless. So yeah… it’s powerful, but if I’m not careful? It’ll kill me before my opponent even gets the chance.”

He looked at you, amazed. “Woah. I didn’t know techniques like that existed. I’m sorry for you though, it must hurt when you fight.”

“Yeah, well, you get used to it.”

“You know you shouldn’t. You should ask for help if fighting off curses becomes a threat to your safety.” He scolded you.

“Thanks…I-I mean, I don’t know what to say. I really appreciate it, Satoru.” Yes, you had many friends that worried about you, but this felt different. You were happy to know you’d made a new friend. After knowing how your technique worked, most tried to change the argument or make it about themselves, making you wonder if you’d said something wrong.

“But hey, enough about me. What do you have to tell me?” You asked.

“Well, I think you know pretty well how my Cursed Techniques work.” Gojo replied.

“Yeah, but, I’d like to hear more about how you manage to use them.” You inquired further.

“Okay, so, basically…” He had looked surprised at first, but in the end, started telling you everything. He talked to you about the basics of his techniques, then began to trail off about how he’d learned them and how he used them in fights. You’d talked so much it had already become lunch time, when, somehow, the topic became the thing you feared the most: soulmates.

You’d heard of all types of ways someone is connected to his soulmate and finds him, there were the most romantic ones, like where the other’s first sentence to you is written on your forearm; the more unique ones, where one would switch bodies with the other on a certain date; or the more creative ones where flowers sprouted in the point the other would first touch you or bump into you. You’d read so many books about it, wondering if you’d ever be able to find your soulmate.

You’d tried anything, yet you never found any red strings, or markings on your skin.

The main difficulty was, you didn’t have any signs of knowing if your soulmate was alive or not. I mean, you sometimes felt intense pain in parts of your body, but you were convinced it was simply because of your Cursed Technique and how you often over-worked yourself, which looked like a pretty good explanation for those around you.

“Do you have a soulmate?” Gojo asked, coming to a stop.

You were in front of a beautiful lake with the sun and a soft breeze helping you relax.

“Not that I know of. They might as well be dead or have never existed. I never got any signs actually.” You said, voice lowering.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Satoru said, staring at his shoes sadly.

“What about you? I’m sure you got a beautiful lady or dude waiting for you at home.” You shrugged off the heavy burden that had weighed on your shoulders since forever.

“Pft. I wish!” He replied.

“Wait really? Did you get any signs?” You asked, surprised.

“Yeah. I can feel part of their pain, at least the physical one.” He said, chuckling.

“Oof, that must be painful!” You said.

“Yes, it is. I just wish I could find her, or him for that matter. I’ve been searching for years.” He confessed you.

You went to give him a pat on the back, telling him encouragingly: “I’m sure you’ll find them, sooner or later. I may have not known you for much, but you seem like a pretty good guy, and after all you’ve done as a Sorcerer, you deserve to have a happy ending more than anyone.

He looked taken back at your words and hugged you tightly, crying a bit in your sweater.

You caressed his broad shoulders, giving him small reassuring pats, and telling him not to worry, your heart subtly breaking at his broken state.

Breaking the hug, he wiped his eyes and sniffed, feeling like a weight had been lifted from him with his confessions.

Grabbing a tissue from your pockets, you wiped his beautiful eyes, getting lost in them for a second.

You then offered it to him to blow his nose, and he took it gratefully, thanking you.

“Blimey, it’s already 1:15 p.m.! We’re late for lunch!” You said panicked, looking at his watch.

Laughing, he took his hand in yours with a nonchalant: “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.”

In the blink of an eye, you’d been teleported right outside the dining hall, where he kindly opened the door for you and held it in a very gentlemanly way.

Thanking him, you quickly reached your seat at the table, in between Mai and Utahime, who both wore the same scolding look as ever, to which you replied with a tight lipped smile.

That afternoon, the students’ training was planned, in order to make the last preparations before the competition days.

You sat on a bench near the practice grounds with Gojo, asking him about his students and their cursed techniques.

The day ended quickly, and you soon sent all your students off to bed, in order to regain all their strength back with a good night’s sleep and be in perfect shape for tomorrow’s team competition.

The next day, tension filled the air heavily and all the students were silent, reorganizing their mind and thinking about the strategies they had practiced yesterday.

You didn’t know what the Tokyo students had in mind, but with your students you had elaborated an intricate and intelligent plan that used everyone’s abilities: Mono would be the jolly, controlling from above on her flying broomstick the situation and occasionally helping on the grounds, Miwa would work in pair with Mekamaru, focusing on the trio formed by Panda, Yuta and Inumaki; Todo had taken upon himself the responsibility of Yuji Itadori; Kamo would concentrate on Megumi and Mai on Nobara and Maki.

You’d explicitly told them not to engage combat unless needed, focusing on the task at hand, which consisted of killing 14 curses scattered across the forests of Mount Mushiro.

You teachers were to gather in the main classroom, where you would know what your students were doing thanks to Mei Mei’s crows.

To say you were anxious was an understatement, but Utahime told you to calm down and that everything was under control in case something went wrong.

The teams had until midday to defeat the curses, and then the team with the most points would’ve won.

Everything was going smoothly, the teams having killed 6 curses each and not fighting against each other too much.

That was, until Mei Mei lost contact with her crows. It was obvious someone, or something, had killed them.

You immediately panicked, scared your students could get hurt by what had finished Mei’s crows. The other teachers were on alert as well, instantly dividing their jobs between who would rescue the kids and who was going to fight off the curse.

Mei Mei had been able to get back one crow, which helped you all realize the problem at hand: there were around 5 special grade curses and many lower-grade curses.

You had planned for Gojo, Yaga, Yoshinobu and Mei to fight off the curses while Utahime, Nanami and Shoko were going to help the students.

They were going to divide themselves into groups for the different areas of the High School: Gojo and Mei would take the eastern side of Mount Mushiro, Yaga and Yoshinobu the Western. There was only the section surrounding the dormitories left, but before you could offer yourself for the job, Utahime grabbed you by the wrist: “You’re not going anywhere.”

“What?” You scoffed.

“You’re not joining the fight, you’re already injured.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” You replied cockily.

“You don’t get to choose after all your reckless decisions.” She shouted back, the room going silent.

“They’re my students too, so if you think I’m just gonna sit here while they risk their lives out there, then you’re wrong.”

“Why do you have to be so difficult?”

“Hey Utahime, calm down. We know you’re right but we have other things to discuss right now.” Gojo tried to make the girl relax.

“No you shut up! Y/n don’t you dare step out of that room! Do you understand me?” She said.

“I already told you I’m going and there’s no stopping me!” You replied, moments away from becoming the angriest you had ever been.

Impatient, she lashed out at your insolence:“YOU’RE GOING TO DIE!”

“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT?” You yelled back, the words slipping out of your mouth before you were able to register it.

Everybody’s heads turned to you, making you feel uncomfortable, so you decided to just go outside and do your job: “I’m going to fight the curses located near the dormitory, if someone else has got anything to say, tell it to the wall, at least it may listen.”

You shut the door loudly behind you, not caring about their shocked expressions or Utahime’s blank stare: you were utterly furious, who was she to tell you what to do? You were a grown-up sorcerer, you knew the risks of your job. She had no reason to lash out at you that way, she may have been worried, but it’s still your students we’re talking about; besides, your bruises had already completely healed and you were well-rested.

Thinking back to it, though, you felt sorry to have screamed at her, she hadn’t deserved it: she was only worried about you, but it sometimes got too much; you would apologize later.

You started running to the site in the uncomfortable sweater. You certainly hadn’t expected an attack that day, so the outfit wasn’t the most appropriate: you wore a baggy pink hoodie with a plain black sports Bra underneath and a matching pair of black leggings with your usual boots and gloves.

Along the way, you met a few small curses, bringing them down one by one without even having to use your powers, slicing them in parts with the small knives hid in the boots.

Reaching the dormitories, everything seemed oddly quiet and ordinary around you, until you sensed a tremor in the ground.

What was happening? You looked around as the ground rumbled and shook, a huge crack filled with water opening a few feet away from you. Out of the blue (literally), emerged a towering, humanoid figure with a body made of black, swirling water, deep-sea corals, and glowing abyssal fish embedded in its skin, its face masked by an eerie, translucent jellyfish-like veil.

You rapidly formed a glass shield around you to protect you from the high-speed water whips that came from the creature’s limbs.

You didn’t recount ever facing a curse like this before, but you figured it was nature-based.

In the bat of an eye, the whips started coming from all directions, rendering you unable to do anything but protect yourself in any way you could.

You formed a glass sphere around you, in order to get complete coverage while you studied the curse’s powers and thought of a plan to end him.

However, you weren’t given the time to think, as a water field surrounded your figure, pressure rising at unmatchable speed while the temperature and the oxygen decreased.

You had to be swift: you were already in a glass bell-like structure, where the oxygen would’ve run out quickly, so your biggest issue at the moment was to keep breathing.

Feeling another tidal wave coming to hit you, you made up a fallback plan, using the strong force to make the glass bell explode from within, sending shards of glasses flying and temporarily stopping the curse from attacking you because of the great quantity of cursed energy that had hit him.

You regained fighting stance in that short period of time, but weren’t able to react as another huge wave crashed over you, swallowing you whole. It would’ve been useless to create another shield, as it would’ve shattered in pieces, causing you severe feedback injuries and tiring you even more in the effort.

You felt like you were in a maelstrom, unable to breath and consequentially think properly, losing consciousness against the high pressure and not feeling your limbs because of the intense cold that had surrounded you.

You regained your vision, once the curse had stabilized the whirlpool in front of him and cleared a small tunnel, barely big enough for you to start breathing again.

He smirked at your unresponsiveness, your head throbbing and heavy: what if Utahime was right? Maybe you shouldn’t have come here, maybe you shouldn’t have tried to save your students, becoming a dead-weight to the other sorcerers who could actually provide help to those in need. Maybe you weren’t enough and you shouldn’t have ever considered becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. You should’ve stayed with your parents, attended a good school and got a financially rewarding job, ignoring the monsters you saw while walking around the city center and forgetting about the small light balls you had been able to create since you were a kid.

You could’ve prevented this, but deep down, you had always known it: you were born alone and you were going to die alone. You couldn’t wish for your friends or family’s help: your family loved you dearly, but, not being sorcerers, they didn’t understand you; Utahime and the rest of Kyoto’s sorcerers only took you under their wing out of pity, nobody saw you as anything else but a loner who liked hurting herself. You weren’t going to have a happy ending like Gojo or Utahime deserved, you were never going to find your soulmate.

Accepting your fate, a smile found its way onto your cracked lips, tears flowing freely from your eyes and merging with the surrounding water.

“I knew you were an easy prey the moment I saw you. How could anybody this helpless become a sorcerer? If you’re afraid of your own looks, how do you expect to be able to save everybody? You can’t fight! You were never meant to become a sorcerer, you’re just a harmless little girl who’ll die alone and unloved, forgotten by her very own friends and family.”

You knew it was the end, yet you weren’t scared. Exhaustion took over you as the Abyssal Curse, ‘Shinkai’, as you remembered him from a book in Kyoto’s library, ultimated his domain expansion: The Midnight Trench.

Suddenly, you were surrounded by void, you started struggling to breath, lungs feeling flooded and bones crushing under the increased water pressure and cursed energy barriers.

Then, a group of sea-monsters like you’d never encountered before, attacked you, devouring you from limb to limb, ripping your body to pieces as your mind felt like it was about to explode.

You saw your friends’ faces and your past’s happy memories started filling your head: you saw your parents bringing you for the first time at a Luna Park, Utahime comforting you after a bad training, Shoko curing your cuts, Mai and Todo offering you your very first Takoyaki, Gojo hugging you so tightly you felt like you couldn’t breath…

You couldn’t breath. YOU COULDN’T BREATH!

You had to get out of here, you were too young to die! You still had to save your students, find a real purpose in life, make your family and friends proud and happy but, most importantly, you had to find your soulmate! You couldn’t let your family, Utahime or your other colleagues down and you had to prove the curse wrong: you could fight and you sure as heck were going to!

You tried to remember what you had read about this particular curse: their domain expansion was characterized by hallucinations like the one you were having right now. You concentrated on your powers, when immediately a thought came to your mind, making you laugh: ‘You were the one who created mirage-like illusions! This curse had no chance against you whilst it used your own cursed technique!’

Simultaneously, you created a new mirage of yourself and made the real you invisible, thanks to the small light that reflected into the oceanic void.

As the curse started attacking the illusion, you saw a ray of sunshine from above: that was it! You’d found an exit!

You decided it was time to test that little gadget Mechamaru had built inside your boots: clicking a small button, a soft gush of wind came out from your soles, slowly lifting you in the air.

A soft breeze caressed your face, body warming with the sun rays, clean air filling your lungs: you had made it out! Concentrating on what you had to do now, you suppressed temporarily your ecstasy, knowing it wouldn’t have taken long for the curse to discover the deception.

You remembered these kind of curses usually took their cursed energy from water sources they couldn’t depart from, unless they didn’t mind losing a substantial portion of their powers.

Looking around, you noticed how a blue gluey trail connected the curse, still focused on their small domain, to a water fountain near the dormitory.

Sprinting towards it with all the strength you had left, you closed the pipe in order to stop the water from running and cutting off Shinkai’s water source.

The curse visibly tumbled, the energy they had previously used for their techniques and domain being drained from their body.

“Hah! You escaped, you insolent little girl. I should’ve known. Well, what are we gonna do now?”

You kept silent and invisible, circling him as he kept his back on you, eyes trained where the whirlpool had been until seconds ago.

Having reached the perfect spot, you revealed yourself: “I’ll kill you and all your stupid friends.”

“I’d like to see you t…”

His sentence was cut short by you slicing his head off with a sword made out of light.

The Jelly sphere rolled onto the ground, the body collapsing on itself and becoming a pool of suspiciously dark water, before evaporating completely.

You sighed, but the happiness was shortly lived.

Not only were the grounds near the dormitory a complete mess, but also you were full of cuts and bruises, your head so heavy it felt like it was about to fall off.

On your right arm, a huge gash had appeared, blood dripping copiously and drenching your torn apart hoodie. You decided to take it off, ripping a piece with which you would have wrapped your forearm, and throwing away the remaining pieces, leaving yourself in the sports bra.

Your legs and abdomen weren’t in a much better state, clothes ripped to pieces because of the explosion you’d created at the start of the fight, and you were thankful you couldn’t take a look at your back even if you wanted to, knowing it was probably reduced even worse than your front.

Not finding anyone near your position, you headed towards Mount Mushiro, were most of the students were located, along with the teachers and the curses.

You put one foot in front of the other, trying not to let your dizziness get the best of you, when pain shot in your left leg, as if you’d twisted it badly. Soon, you felt the same pain on your back and your left arm, falling to your knees as you gasped for air. It didn’t come from your cuts; it was different, like it came from the inside. You got a sense of deja-vu…Had you ever felt like this before? You were sure you had. All of a sudden, you remembered the mysterious pain you’d felt many times when you were younger.

As everything clicked into place, your conversation about soulmates with Satoru flashed in front of your eyes. You fought back the joyous tears that threatened to spill from your bruised eyes, a ray of hope appearing in your mind. Had you found your soulmate? If so, what did the pain mean? Was he okay? A sense of worry and anxiety washed over you, as you ran up the stairs of Mount Mushiro, heading to where loud battle noises came from, your heart beat increasing rapidly.

Not wasting any time, you bolted towards Gojo’s location, relieved at the vision of him beat up, but with the same smirk as ever. A huge dead curse’s body rotting behind his glorious figure.

Before coming out of the woods, a small voice in the back of your mind remembered you your scars were all exposed by then to anybody who looked in your way. What was he gonna think of you? Would he repel you for your looks? Would he hate you and be disgusted by you forever, not giving you a chance to prove your theory?

But then, you stopped listening. You stopped listening to the small devil that had haunted your past since you’d discovered your cursed technique, reminding you about how you didn’t fit in and weren’t liked by anyone.

You decided you were done giving in to your fears and letting them win over you: you only decided how you were going to live your life, and you sure as hell didn’t eat to hide your true self ever since, if you could.

Feeling free from the Cains you’d bound yourself to, you jolted towards an oblivious Satoru in a hug that sent you both flying on the ground.

“What the…?”

A confused look passed his face, soon followed by a mix of anger, worry and relief.

“What did you think you were doing? Running off alone to challenge a special grade? Are you freaking insane? You’re hurt! You shouldn’t…”

Sensing something was wrong, he halted in his words.

You were a complete wreck, full of blood and dirt, sobbing incessantly and body shaking feverishly, your hands gripping his suit like he was going to fly away any time, yet a sincere smile painting your features like a small kid who’s been gifted candy.

“Hey, hey. Shh, shhh. Don’t cry, it’s okay! I’m fine, you’re fine, we’re all fine!” He soothed you, caressing your bare back with his left hand, holding you tightly with the other hand, still sat on the ground.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” He asked in a patient, father-like tone.

You slowed down your sobs and trembling, sniffing every minute or so, your throat feeling dry and blocked.

Not enough brave to look at him in the eyes, you asked him: “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” He answered, lifting your chin up in order to look at you in the eyes.

Your side bang had moved behind your ear, revealing an ugly scar that ran across the left side of her face, from her eyebrow, along her eyelid, to her rosy cheek, wet with tears.

You had chosen that haircut specifically to hide that repulsing scar, yet, when he saw it, he didn’t flinch or appear disgusted. Rather than that, he looked…intrigued, almost happy to have seen a side of you you usually hid from others.

He’d also noticed how you didn’t have your hoodie or your gloves anymore, and he felt somehow relieved: you trusted him. Besides, to him, you’d never looked more attractive.

“Turn your infinity off.” It wasn’t meant to sound like an order, but to Gojo it seemed rather bossy, yet, confused, he complied nonetheless.

As you felt your skin touch, for the first time ever, a warm chill rand down your spine and a burnt feeling spread across your left hand’s ring finger, where a marking had appeared: ‘Satoru Gojo’.

He looked at his hand, finding the same marking as yours, but with your name written instead.

He stared at you lovingly, contemplating whether to kiss you or not.

He recounted the years spent searching for you, the pain he had felt and the loneliness that had graved on him until the day he’d met you, deciding to go for it.

You were both dirty and stinky, though it still somehow felt beautiful, more than you could’ve ever imagined.

It was slow and passionate, full of raw emotions that couldn’t be kept at bay anymore.

Finally, as you two detached, a new feeling washed over you, one you’d never felt before: love.

You’d finally found your soulmate, as he’d found you, and you knew you would both love each other to whatever end.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 7 months ago

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heyy! so this might be so random but i saw something on tiktok that made me think of it. how do you think dad!rafe would react to seeing that creepy shit on baby monitors? like when it looks like the baby’s being pulled or something that looks like a ghost? or it could be totally different and be some stupid kid hacking it and saying shit through its speaker.. i’d write it myself but don’t think i’d do it justice😅

hacked

A/n: IM CRYING THIS IS SO AMSING 😭.

Warnings: mentions of creeps once… that’s it rlly

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It was an easy night, with your baby girl being surprisingly calm all day, it was like a breeze to put her to sleep in her cradle.

He got underneath the covers with you, you already fast asleep next to him. He had a small smile on his face, going to wrap his arms around you at the same time he glanced at the baby monitor next to you.

He furrowed his eyebrows, his arms stopping mid-air as he heard the baby monitor with concern on his face.

It sounded like a heavy breathing, along with a scratching noise.

“What the fuck?” He mumbled to himself, quickly sitting up in the bed.

“Babe, babe,” he whispered, shaking your resting body in an attempt to wake you up.

“What…?” You groaned out, your eyes still shut as you stretched.

“There’s some weird ass noise coming from the monitor-“

“What?” You sat up quickly, listening along with him. You heard it as well, when you suddenly heard a womans voice whisper incoherent words, along with a boy making some sort of whale… noises? You couldn’t place it.

You and Rafe practically shot up, Rafe grabbing the nearest thing he could use as a weapon, which was really just a glass bottle, before he bolted to the room.

He turned on the light, stepping into the room first, you following behind him.

Your baby was still asleep, thankfully. You and Rafe looked around, practically turning the entire place upside down, making sure that no one or nothing was here.

Rafe checked the windows, still locked. He also checked the alarm system, which was still working perfectly fine, and looked as if nothing had happened.

Still, Rafe had told you to stay in the nursery with her until he could finish checking the entire house. You slumped into the chair, rubbing your eyes and yawning quietly.

You waited for what felt like eternity, Rafe finally coming back into the room. “Nothing.” He spoke, shaking his head.

It finally clicked in your head, you moving over to unplug the baby monitor quickly.

He furrowed his eyebrow at you, before you explained to him.

“I’ve seen videos where this happened and I guess they can get hacked if they’re connected to your WiFi.” You explained, him narrowing his eyebrows.

“Wait- so someone hacked into the WiFi?”

You nodded, glancing at your baby in the crib and the monitor on her stand.

“Does that mean someone could have like- been watching her?” He asked, the mere thought of it enough to make him angry.

“Or us.”

He sighed, rubbing his temples.

“It’s okay, babe. It’s probably just some dumbass teenager playing some prank on us, okay?” You mumbled, putting your hand on his shoulder, “Let’s just… go to sleep, yeah?”

The next morning, the neighbors were knocking at the door, their teenage son and younger daughter standing with guilty looks on their faces.

“Hey, Mr and Mrs Hart, what can we do for you?” Rafe asked with a tired smile on his face, his voice raspy with sleep.

You stood next to him with your baby girl on your hips, giving them both smiles and greeting them.

“Hi, sweetheart. I’m afraid we caught our children playing a prank on you last night, and they had something to say.”

“We’re sorry, Mr and Mrs Cameron. It won’t happen again.” They both murmured in unison, you and Rafe looking at them with confusion on your faces.

“Wait… the baby monitor, that was you guys?” You asked.

The boy nodded sheepishly, his hands going to the back of his neck.

“Well, thank you, kids.” Rafe said with a chuckle. “I’m glad you told us. I was one more thing away from calling the police.”

They both looked up at him now, mouths agape.

“We’re so sorry, again, guys. I’ll make sure that they get punished for this.” Their dad spoke, you and Rafe waving goodbye. Rafe shut the door, raising his eyebrows.

“Honestly, I’m relieved it’s them and not some weirdo.” You spoke, him letting out a chuckle, nodding in agreement.

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aayakashii · 10 months ago

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“Favorite movie.” Ren asks, staring at his cellphone's screen instead of you.

You purse your lips, thinking about it for a second, before coming up with your answer.

“Frances Ha.”

He scoffs.

“Frances what? Is this one of those cult french movies? Are you trying to sound intellectual right now? Be for real.”

You roll your eyes and look up from your own phone, where you were writing Ren's own answers to the 20 questions game you were forcing him to play.

Haru had almost begged you to try and actually become Ren's friend, just like a concerned father with a problem child. How could you possibly say no to one of the few people who liked you?

Ren isn't a problem child, though. He's just incredibly, terribly, horribly annoying.

“It's not a cult movie. Maybe if you didn't watch only B-horror movies, you'd know about it” you stick out your tongue and flip your middle finger at him.

The “Become friends with Ren” plan was going great.

“Oh yeah? Then tell me about it and I'll be the judge of whether or not it's worth watching.” he flips his own middle finger back at you and then grabs a chip from the ridiculously big bowl of snacks you had prepared for the game. You were pretty sure you had depleted Darkwick's stock of chips just to be sure you had at least one type Ren would like.

Hey, no one could ever say you'd ever half-ass a mission after all. Maybe Leo could. But he doesn't count.

“Since when are you the judge of whether or not movies are good? You'd give Rubber an Oscar if you could.”

Ren gasps at the mention of that movie, almost choking with the handful of chips he had stuffed in his mouth.

“You know Rubber?!” he mumbles almost incoherently in between chews.

“The horror movie about a freaking homicidal car tire? Yeah, Ren, I think everyone knows about that movie because it's basically a meme… You're the only one that takes it seriously” you sigh, shaking your head. Why weren't you surprised that he knew and liked that abomination. What was wrong with him. God.

He sneers at you, shrugging.

“You just don't get the irony of it. The sarcasm! And you also can't appreciate the special effects, okay? Don't blame me just because you're a close minded uncultured human.”

You groan loudly.

“Oh goooood, before you try to fight for that movie's honor, can we please continue the game?” you say, exasperated.

“Not before you tell me why you like the cult french movie.” he puts his phone on the table face down and dramatically crosses his arms, adamant about continuing on the same topic. Suddenly you could understand why Towa called him Wolfsbane.

“It's not french!” you sigh “Fine, what do you want to know?”

Ren hums in thought for a moment, tapping his chin with his index finger.

“Why do you like it?” he finally asks, and you widen your eyes.

You weren't actually expecting him to ask why you liked the movie. You thought he'd ask about the plot or the cast or the cinematography, but not about your personal connection to it. Maybe it was just a whim or pure and random curiosity, but you still grab that and run with the idea that he is finally warming up to you and getting interested in knowing about his new “friend”. Haru would probably accept that as a sign too.

“I… relate to the main character, I think. She's, uh. Messy, has a hard time with relationships and all that.” you try to answer, avoiding his gaze and scratching your head. How much could you share with him, truly? Does he REALLY want you to step on a soap box and tell all of the reasons why you like the movie and why you relate to the main character? You hardly see Ren as someone who likes emotional or deep things if his disdain for cult movies is anything to go by. So you just say the bare minimum.

Ren deadpans.

“Wow, you gave me so much information to work with right now.” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You roll your eyes.

“Do you really want to know why I like it?”

“Well, yeah? That's why I asked?” Ren raises an eyebrow.

Huh. Okay, I guess. Here goes nothing, you think.

“Okay. There's this monologue in which she talks about what she wants from love.”

Ren groans, loud and dramatic, slapping his own forehead.

“Nooooooo! Not the cheesy shit!”

You shush him, getting flustered in spite of yourself.

“Goddammit Ren, I KNEW you'd act like this! But you asked! Now let me finish!” you croak, embarrassed, avoiding his eyes.

“She says she wants to love someone in such a way that... when her eyes meet the eyes of that person, even if they're distant or in a crowd, they know they have something special. Like there's a whole secret world between them. Then she would know that that is her person in this life.”

You pause for a moment.

“And in the end, you find out that this special person, for her, is actually her best friend! I like this idea, you know. This depiction of- of love. And that's… uh, that's it.” you finish, clearing your throat and getting more embarrassed with every word you said.

Ren stares at you in silence for a long while after you finish.

“Well?” you ask, anxiously.

He stretches his arms wide, elbows and shoulders popping after being hunched over the table for so long, and then leans back on his chair, folding his hands in front of him.

“Well. It is some cheesy shit after all.” Ren says, flatly.

And then he starts laughing.

Ohhhh, this JERK. You spilled your most personal thoughts about your favorite movie right in front of him and he had THE GALL to laugh and mock you!

You grab a handful of chips and quickly throw them at him. He shields himself with his hands, still laughing.

“Hey! That's harassment! Abuse of power!” He says in between his laughs. “I'll call Ritsu! I'll sue you! I have a case against you!”

“You're insufferable!” you yell, cheeks tingling with embarrassment, and you hide your mouth with your hands to keep him from seeing the small smile that was appearing on your lips at the sound of his laugh.

Right as you were going to grab another handful of chips to throw at him, the entrance door slams open, and Haru saunters in. The red head gasps loudly at the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Ohhh, will you look at that! Ren laughing! Now that's a sight for sore eyes!” Haru says, voice brimming with joy.

“Ugh… The creep is back” Ren quickly morphs back into his gloomy mood like his happy switch had been turned off at the mere sight of Jabberwock's captain.

He grabs his phone, putting it inside his pocket, before grabbing a handful of chips from the bowl.

“Wait, you're leaving? We barely started the game!” you protest, picking up the chips that had fallen to the ground during your "attack".

“Yeah, he ruined the mood, obviously” Ren says, rolling his eyes and quickly making way to the stairs that led to the bedrooms.

“Awww, don't be shy to interact with your friend, Ren!” Haru says, blatantly winking at you at the word ‘friend’.

Ren only grumbles a complaint, to which Haru just sighs and shakes his head. He turns to you, immediately changing the subject to some errand he would love to get some help since his dorm mates definitely weren't going to fulfill their responsibilities at all and how you are the only one he can trust.

As Haru goes on and on about how you'd be a lifesaver if you just lent him a hand for a moment, your eyes flit towards the top of the stairs.

Ren was slowly dragging his feet through the last steps, lazily looking down at where you were standing.

Your eyes meet despite the distance between you two and, even though he blushes, startled, when you meet his stare, he sustains your gaze.

You smile.

Get it? Get it? Please tell me you got the end

Anyway here's the monologue mentioned in this fic! Frances Ha isn't my favorite movie but I love it deeply <3 wrote this on a whim because there's barely any Ren love here! I know he's this close 🤏 to being an incel but we can fix him 😔

#tokyo debunker #ren shiranami #tokyo debunker ren shiranami

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cherryrikis · 10 months ago

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SUMMER ISNT OVER

PAIRING s2l park sunghoon x fem reader

WARNINGS eric makes a kinda offensive joke

GENRE strangers to lovers, romance/drama, summer love

SYNOPSIS driving to anaheim with your cousins was meant to be a fun trip away from the rest of the family. but when you knocked on the door of the wrong hotel room, the whole course of your trip would change.. and you’d find yourself missing a certain someone when its time to go home.

authors note - definitely longer than my standard fics (bc @hannicorpse wrote this with me !! ) but it’s only 4k ish😊

growing up in a big family meant your aunties and uncles had kids generally close to you in age. but more than anyone else, you always stuck with the same 3 of your cousins. danielle, eric, and karina. so now, you’d be stuck together for the next week as you drove through la.

“i don’t get why the drive is sooo long. like, it’s barely 40 miles from here.” eric complained as he saw the route on google maps. it was nearly 2 hours from his house in pasadena to the hotel in anaheim.

“how do you think we feel? we pretty much drove the same distance in the opposite direction just to pick you up!” danielle scoffed.

“maybe if you didn’t pop a tire and just slept at auntie’s house like we did, we could’ve been in anaheim by now.” karina. snickered.

“it wasn’t my fault! who just leaves a bunch of broken glass in MY driveway? and besides. i am not driving to long beach in this traffic.”

“you’re the one who decided to move up and out when we all stayed.” karina commented yet again.

“not my fault i didn’t wanna stay coastal. or in the hills.” “kinda is.”

with all the back and forth arguing coming from your cousins, it was getting harder and harder for you to focus on the road. you tried to ignore it, until you couldn’t anymore.

“can you guys just stop bickering? i can barely hear myself think, i literally just missed that last exit to the freeway. if anything, eric should be driving since he’s the second oldest, he’s the only boy, and he made us go out of the way to get him!” you announced in frustration.

hesitantly, eric reached out to tap your shoulder. “what now?” you sighed. “can you go to that gas station over there? i forgot to use the bathroom..” “eric sohn!” you groaned in annoyance, before reluctantly doing so.

despite taking an unusual amount of time to use the bathroom, eric did make up for his incompetence by driving the rest of the way like you suggested early on.

one minute, you’re closing your eyes to take a nap. and before you knew it, you were in anaheim, arriving at the marriott hotel.

the amount of luggage between you three girls was ungodly, especially since you’d be here for so long. yet somehow, eric probably packed more than then the three of you combined.

after finally checking in and hauling all the bags into the hotel elevator (since karina refused to get a luggage cart because she didn’t want to have to put it back), you were able to enter your rooms and relax.

you got two connected rooms instead of one big one, because it had a better deal. eric and karina shared the first room, 2343, while you and danielle shared the second room, 2345.

the singular hotel rooms alone weren’t really big, but it would still suffice. not a full kitchen, or a ‘real’ living room. on the other hand, both bedrooms were roomy and the bathroom was nice. so that was a plus.

during those first few hours after you had arrived, it was mainly spent going around grocery markets to get food and snacks to stock up the room.

but you all were starting to get hungry, craving some korean barbecue or hotpot. so, you were sat in some korean barbecue restaurant in buena park, cooking the meat before karina began to talk.

“you know, the pool is pretty nice and big. we should go check it out later.” she suggested, slightly looking up from the grill. you and danielle hummed in response.

when you got back to the hotel, turns out there were no towels at the pool. you had to ask for them at the front desk. so being the youngest, (and also being the one who accidentally burnt half of the brisket), you were forced to go and retrieve the towels.

“how many?” the receptionist asked. “uhh.. 5 pool towels please. actually.. sorry, i meant 4.” “sure thing, just let me go grab them from the storage room.”

you silently thanked the employee as she handed you the towels, before taking the elevator back up.

as the lights flashed floor 23, you walked to your room, smiling at any stranger who walked past you.

realizing you forgot the room key, you knocked loudly on the door as you waited for danielle to open up.

but when the door opened, it was in fact, not danielle. yet a handsome boy, around your age, with a charming accent. australian, maybe?

you slightly froze as the australian boy, along with three others behind him, stared at you.

“i- i am so sorry. i thought this was 2345.” you apologized, your cheeks flushing pink in embarrassment.

“ah yeah. this is 2347. i guess your room is next door. but uh, no worries. im jake, by the way.” he smiled at your shy figure. “so, what are you doing with all those towels? gonna go swim?” “oh, yeah. me and the people i’m with are gonna go see the pool later tonight.”

you awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck, scanning his room through the door frame. it was bigger than yours, but similar for the most part. two bedrooms, a full kitchen and living room. clearly, they paid for the suite. you noticed a pale boy sitting on the couch, staring at you. he was pretty cute. maybe even gorgeous. few moles, nice hair. practically porcelain skin.

you zoned out onto his face, pausing for a moment before returning your gaze back to the aussie who you now knew as jake.

“oh, you can come in if you want? you seem a little out of it.. uhh..” he stopped, waiting for you to say your name.

his words immediately brought you back to reality. “huh? oh. it’s uh, y/n. it’s okay i’ll just go back to my room. sorry again.” you mumble another apology, before leaving to go back to the correct room.

jake closed the door just as you left, letting out a laugh he didn’t was holding back. “she was so funny. she looked so scared.”

“who was that?” sunghoon asked. “some girl next door. her name was y/n or something.” jake answered.

“she’s kinda hot.” jay chuckled, nudging sunghoon with his elbow. jake and heeseung agreed, quickly discussing you and wondering if you had any friends with you. sunghoon quietly nodded in agreement. but, he couldn’t get you out of his mind. the thoughts in his head were practically louder than the voices around him. and he just hoped he didn’t accidentally mention it out loud.

however, the one thing he did say out loud, was suggesting to go to the pool. (in hopes of seeing you).

when you got to your room, you distributed the pool towels to each of them, then keeping one for yourself. you talked about how you went to the wrong room and laughed it off, but you left out the fact that all you could think about when jake spoke to you, was his cute friend with those moles.

eric scolded you for ‘disturbing the neighbors and their peace’ but honestly, you couldn’t care less. karina defended you anyway. it was kinda her and eric’s thing to just always bicker. they were more like brother and sister than your other cousins who were actually siblings.

later that night, you made your way to the pool. around 7:30pm. much to your surprise, jake and his friends were already there. “hey beautiful.” he teased, coming up to you from the pool, while his friends remained in the water.

“oh hey, i know you. were you waiting for me? didn’t take you for the flirtatious type.” you joked. “who’re your friends?” asked eric, not noticing the way heeseung had his eyes set on karina.

“right,” jake nodded. “oh, boyfriend?” he paused and asked you, interrupting himself. “older cousin..” eric grimaced.

“oohh.. um. sorry.. anyway, the one with the dark red hair is heeseung. the one with the dark blue trunks is jay. and the one with the moles is sunghoon.”

“do heeseung and sunghoon speak english?” eric halfheartedly joked.

“dude.” karina scoffed, slapping his bare chest.

“yeah..? we were all born here, in la.” jake raised an eyebrow. “so i assume you’re all cousins then?” he continued awkwardly.

“yeah.” you nodded. “that’s eric. the one next to me is karina, and the one next to her is danielle.” karina and danielle waved at jake after the introductions, but eric refused.

“don’t get any ideas.” eric crossed his arms, finally noticing how karina and heeseung were pretty much fawning over one another.

the atmosphere felt thick, and it was silent for a long while, before jake had broken the barrier.

“uh.. anyway. you’re welcome to hang out with us..” he shrugged, gesturing to their chairs before hopping back into the water.

taking up on his offer, you placed your belongings next to jake and his friends’ seats. you sat down for a moment, barely listening to how karina told eric can’t he just ask questions like that.

soon after, you moved to sit on the very edge of the pool, sticking your feet into the 10ft deep water.

you looked at sunghoon, watching as he had a contest with jay to see who could hold their breath the longest.

you noticed his habit of licking his fangs. you noticed how he’d often touch his eyebrows. you also noticed how he looked at you every so often, before hesitantly swimming up to you where you still sat.

“why aren’t you getting in?” he asked as he held onto the edge of the pool, his hands on either side of you.

“i will in a bit.” you paused. “so, sunghoon, right? one of jake’s friends?” “yeah.” he smiled, flashing his canines. “and you’re y/n, the girl who came knocking on the wrong door?” “yeah.” you grinned, mirroring him.

sunghoon hoisted himself up out the water, moving to sit next to you on the deck. luckily, he covered you in time as karina and danielle jumped in with a big splash.

“when did you guys get here?” he asked, finally looking into your eyes up close.

“just this afternoon. but we leave by the end of the week.” “yeah. us too.”

“so where are you from?” you question.

“west hollywood.”

“don’t tell me you’re one of those trashy hollywood kids.” you joke.

sunghoon playfully pouts, before breaking his act and laughing. “not even. i think i was raised pretty well.” he smiled. “but what about you? where are you from?”

“i live in long beach. but i was born and raised in beverly hills.”

“ew! don’t tell me you’re one of those trashy country club kids.” he jokes, clutching his chest.

you gasp, kicking water at him. he paused for a moment, before splashing you.

you and sunghoon were so immersed in each other and your conversations. you almost didn’t hear your cousins and his friends say they were going back up, after two hours of being in the pool.

the two of you stayed until closing time at 11pm, and even a little beyond that. you couldn’t think of a time you had that much fun with a guy.

“i had so much fun today.” sunghoon smiled with a genuine look of adoration, as he helped you up.

“i did too.” you blush before going to grab your tote bag. “we should hang out more often.”

“yeah, definitely. uhm, do ya think- do you think that i could like, you know. get your number? i mean, it’s okay if not. because like, if you’re not interested i totally get it. or if you just wanna be like friends that’s okay too. but like-”

you cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips. “of course you can.” you smiled brightly, taking his phone to dial in your number, pressing the call so you could also have his number saved on your phone.

“now we could call or text each other anytime.”

he smiled. and that was enough for you.

you walked back to your rooms together, but sunghoon paused before going in. “see you tomorrow?” “yeah, of course.”

“goodnight sunghoon.”

“goodnight y/n.”

you did in fact see each other tomorrow. while both of your groups went out, you two stayed behind to spend some time together. with so much spare time (and no car), you settled to just watch a movie in sunghoon’s room.

“what movie is this?” you asked.

“the notebook.” “oh. i never watched it.” and his jaw immediately dropped in shock. “there is no way you never watched this cinematic masterpiece. now you have to watch it! pay attention.” sunghoon exclaimed, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

by the end of the movie, you were barely awake. it was good, you could definitely agree. but, in the same sense, it was so comforting, it quickly put you to sleep.

you leaned closer into sunghoon, placing your head on his shoulder. almost in the crook of his neck.

his heart swelled when he looked down at you, watching how you struggled to stay awake. why do i feel this way? i mean sure, she is really pretty. but i barely met her yesterday.. he thought.

it really put things into perspective for you both.

despite this fact, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to press a soft kiss on your lower cheek, a centimeter or two away from your lips.

“kissing me on the first date?” you mumbled tiredly. “hey, we’re hardly here for 6 more days. let’s make it count.”

and you did exactly that, you were making every last moment count.

the next day, you went to the glendale galleria together. “i haven’t been here in so long.” you sighed, forgetting just how big the shopping center was. “it’s almost like this mall i visited up in san jose.”

you gasped as you saw a beautiful necklace. it had a dainty gold chain and a stunning pendant. “sunghoon? don’t you think this would look gorgeous with my white sweetheart top?” “i don’t know much about women’s clothing, but i know you’ll look good in anything.” he replied smugly.

“aw thank you! but- oh. nevermind it’s way too expensive.” you shrugged, going to put it back. but sunghoon stopped you.

“i’ll buy it for you.” “it’s okay, really. it’s too much.” “for that necklace? $150 is not a lot.” “but to me it is.”

he ignored you, swiping his card anyway.

sunghoon nearly bought everything you slightly stared at, despite all your protests. that night, you came home with bags of clothes, snacks, makeup, and just random items you didn’t even really need.

you felt so guilty, thinking it was a waste of his money. you wanted to pay him back but surely, there was no way you could afford it. yet sunghoon didn’t care. he wanted to see you happy.

you settled for buying him a slice of pizza from the food court or generally just any food he wanted. and that was enough for him.

on the next day, you even went to disney california adventures together. because you and your cousins just so happened to go the same day as sunghoon and his friends.

most of your time at the theme park was spent with him, often making your groups uneven. or, one of your cousins had to be with one of his friends.

you loved going into random gift shops with sunghoon, taking pictures while trying on mickey ears and random headbands. he even bought you two matching ones.

the radiator springs ride in cars land was jay and sunghoon’s favorite. sunghoon loved how he felt butterflies in his stomach. not only from how steep the slope was, but also from how you tightly squeezed his hand in fear.

the drop tower was a memorable moment to everyone. the picture that was displayed at the exit of the ride, revealed eric was actually clinging onto jake and karina the entire time.

“do not save that. if you guys actually buy this souvenir picture i’ll literally run away from home.” he grumbled in embarrassment.

“it’s okay dude. stop stressing, because you’re gonna end up grabbing onto me again when we go on the incredicoaster.” jake joked.

you all laughed at eric’s humiliation but quickly bribed him with a pretzel from the pym test kitchen (even though it was insanely dry).

you couldn’t forget about your last ride of the day, the classic, the ferris wheel. karina, danielle, heeseung, and jay, decided to go in a rocking cart. you and sunghoon, along with eric and jake, decided to stay in a normal carriage. but eric refused to ride with jake, settling for going by himself.

eric was one of the only boys in your family, so being around sunghoon and his friends seemed to make him feel a little unwanted. but you understood.

you laughed as you heard danielle and karina’s screams while their carriage practically turned upside down.

at the very peak of the ferris wheel, was where you and sunghoon had your first real kiss while the sun set in the background. “this is so pinterest worthy.” you whisper. “don’t ruin this beautiful moment for me.” he mumbled, turning to watch the view after you pulled away from him.

by the end of it, you were giggling like a bunch of high school kids.

when you walked out the park, passing one last gift shop before the exit, sunghoon quickly ran inside. and he came out with two matching stuffed animals. a baby stitch plush, and a baby angel plush.

of course, you were angel, and he was stitch.

the beach day was one of your personal favorites.

you had picked up food from a local restaurant along with some snacks to bring to the beach, like a picnic. after you had finished eating, you all went for a swim.

you and the girls were the first to get out of the ocean, watching how the boys attempted to drown each other. you murmured a few sentences between one another that evening. however, it was clear nobody was listening to each other. “no way..” you whispered to yourself as you looked beside you.

heeseung and karina were practically making heart eyes at each other, not caring about the people around them. danielle’s cheeks puffed up as she held in her laughter.

but, you couldn’t say much either. the whole time, your eyes only ever remained on park sunghoon. the man who had caught your attention from the start.

the tension between the pair was obvious. so, you and sunghoon came up with the ultimate plan.

sunghoon would complain about how he was sore from wrestling in the water, so he asked if karina could hold his bags. but, he knew heeseung would quickly come to take it from her.

after getting everything and everyone into the car, you set course back to the hotel. sunghoon drove single handed, with his right arm resting in your grasp as you played with his rings.

you gave each other a knowing look before turning around to see almost everyone else had completely fallen asleep.

there sat heeseung, with karina’s head buried in his neck. jake remained isolated next to them, his headphones on full blast, as danielle, jay, and eric rested peacefully in the row behind him.

you smiled at sunghoon, even if he couldn’t see it. but you both knew your mission was accomplished.

by day 6, you were back in sunghoon’s room again. just lying down in his bed, speaking out gently and peacefully as you held each other.

“if you stayed in beverly hills earlier on, maybe we’d have known each other earlier.” said sunghoon.

“probably. my uncle, dani’s dad, is a realtor, and he always sold houses in your neighborhood. maybe i really would have known you sooner.”

“this whole trip has gone by way too fast.” he sighed, his face buried in your hair. “at least we still have tomorrow.” you mutter.

“will we keep in touch?” “if this whole time really mattered to you, you’ll know. but, we’ll worry about it tomorrow.”

as your words slowly began to die down, sunghoon figured you had fallen asleep.

he held you tighter, bringing you closer to him. sunghoon pressed a kiss onto your lips softly, before he too fell into a wakeless dream.

technically, sunghoon’s room was really jake’s room too since they always had to share a bed. but, seeing you two together and understanding the situation, he decided to take one for the team and sleep on the couch (only after heeseung did him a favor and brought him a blanket).

and before you knew it, it was your last day together. you were sitting by the pool where you met. your feet and lower legs dipped into the cold water as you felt the warm anaheim breeze. same position, same spot.

"it's been a good week. best week i ever had. this whole trip feels like a long dream and i haven't waken up yet. like, im still in long beach, tanning in my aunties backyard." you say.

the moment felt still, everything was paused, before sunghoon spoke. "you'll visit me up in the hills won't you?"

"of course i will. you trashy hollywood kid. and you'll visit me down in long beach?" "course i will." and he pressed his lips onto yours.

a part of you wished you met sooner, and that you had more time.

when sunghoon pulled away, you didn’t want to let go. you brought yourself up to kiss him again, holding him as if you’d never see him again. because who knows when you really will?

you almost sob when it's time to go home, you think you really have fallen in love this time around.

sunghoon refused to let you go, as if you’d vanish into thin air if you’re not within his grasp. and you felt the exact same way. despite not being together for long, now you really don’t know how you’ll go on without him.

because now, the summer was over.

you two were inseparable in the moment, jake and jay literally had to pry and rip sunghoon off of you.

they were gone before you could cry, but not before he could kiss you for the last time.

“make sure to call me!” he exclaimed from the car, after jay forced him inside. “i love you y/n!” sunghoon shouted out loud, as they started to drive off.

“i’ll call you every night! i love you too sunghoon!” you called back. “more than you know..” but the last part barely came out above a whisper, as his car was gone into the horizon.

and after that, was when you finally let it all out. all the longing, and the heartbreak.

the downside of summer love, never knowing if you’ll meet again.

you sobbed quietly in the backseat alone, refusing to let your cousins see you like this. you couldn’t handle being around them right now.

for you, the amount of time you knew each other didn’t matter. it was the way you understood each other, made each other feel. the way you cared for each other, some might even say it was in the way you loved each other.

but now, it was time to return to your normal lives, go on with your jobs or school. your endless summer has reached its finale. but how could it end like this?

one minute you’re bawling your eyes out in the back of karina’s jeep. your eyes swelled up as you clutched your chest with a heavy heart. the next minute, you wake up in your driveway, watching as your cousins hauled your luggage out to your doorstep for you.

before you knew it, now you were in despair as you hugged your pillow tightly. your silk pillowcase was almost as soft as his milky skin. it was unfair. you had no idea if you’d truly keep contact, or even ever see him again. maybe this whole summer fling thing was stupid.

one good moment wouldn’t make up for all the bad that followed after. you began to think, maybe it didn’t mean as much to him as it did to you. he’s handsome. he probably gets around. i’m not the only girl.

you lay awake that night, torn between the feeling of his lips on yours, and if whether or not it’s something you’ll ever get to experience again.

but by the next morning, someone was frantically knocking, pounding, on your front door. it was much to your surprise when you saw who it was. park sunghoon.

“holy shit, you scared me! what are you doing here..?” you gasped out, still processing the moment.

“you’re fucking crazy if you think i’ll just leave you like that, angel.” he muttered, before pulling you in by the waist to reunite your lips in a desperate kiss.

you suppose whatever you were thinking of last night can be disposed of. he did come back for you, and you do get to experience his lips on yours again.

last night, you were crying to the point there was no water left in your body. only dried tear stains and your red eyes remained as evidence. but now? by the following morning, your lover boy was already at your door.

and when he finally moved in to kiss you again, you smiled, reaching up to softly stroke his warm cheek.

you realized, all doubts you had about him were insecurities. false scenarios your mind made up to keep you questioning.

because sunghoon knew he would never leave you. he’d say it a thousand times over again to let you know just how much he loves you.

the summer wasn’t over yet. not until the two of you were through. because everyday with sunghoon felt like summer.

#enhypen x reader #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smau #sunghoon smau #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon #serena writes ! sunghoon

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multifandom-nerds-blog · 4 months ago

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Me after chapter 201 (What took you)

So, about Ando. (And his contradictions) huh.

We start of with the most important thing, Sakamoto telling Ikari that she's a creep. (Thank you Taro, she really is. ) Before Shin picks up Andos weapon to threaten him.

It's clear that the stress of the whole situation is just getting to much to bottle up finally. He sneaked on the cruise to find him, in hope to reconcile with him. He's been on his own for FOUR YEARS, looking for information about Ando. Mind you, since he was only 9. He's barely even a teenager with 13 right here. He probably slept on the streets, and who knows what he had to deal with. He's skinny and probably doesn't get to eat regularly. Same for his eyebags, he probably can't find a safe spot often enough. (Not to forget the insane sensory overload he must feel compared to the underground lab. And I don't just mean his ESP with that.)

He's angry. His hopes for connection got crushed with his own father trying to kill him (multiple times). He's scared because at this moment he's probably convinced he will forever be alone. He's tired and probably hungry. He's overwhelmed so he points the gun at Ando.

Now Taro is trying to stop him, but mostly because he still wants to avoid the bomb going off. (Or so it seems at least) The fact that Ando has to die is less of a question for Taro, he's still his target. It's just a question of when and by who I think. He, already, doesn't want Shin to kill someone in anger. And although we can't see his thoughts here, he probably also doesn't want Shin to be the one to kill Ando specifically.

Now. Important is also that Shin only actually shot because Ikari scared him.

He says himself, he didn't mean to. He really just wanted to force an apology out of Ando. And as a child, that grew up on his own around violence, the threat of violence was probably the most obvious answer to do so. And yet, he didn't actually want to shot. He's a child, he's scared. And because he's scared, he physically jolted when Ikari started shouting and pressed the trigger. It's all inhis eyes. He didn't expect the bullet to come out. He didn't want to do this.

Now. Well. Ando. We have a short insight in Andos mind. While Ikari is trying to attack Shin, before he jumps between them to save Shin.

He's thinking about spending 13 years to escape the JAA, all because he saved Shin as Al Kamaar as a baby, only for Shin to show up with a hitman and mess it all up. And it very much sounds like he still resents Shin for it. He even thinks that he shoul've let him die as a baby. (In the official manga plus translation. In another translation he evn thinks about killing Shin as a baby.) And well, he then saves Shin, only getting injured even more.

And this is all just contradicting itself. Andos words and thoughts and actions. He talks about saving Shin as a baby, but who put him in Al Kamaar in the first place? He saves him, but who tried to kill him a few minutes ago? Who let Shin be thrown overboard a few chapters ago? (And it's very likely that Ando did that in order for Shin to have a chance of survival, somehow.)

One moment he resents Shin, in the next his parental instincts seem to show through after all. (And has Ando figured out that Shin can read minds? He seems to be Intentionally thinking those words here. This could support the theory that Shins powers are actually born, andAsakuras potion just triggered them accidentally.)

All in all, I'm pretty sure that Ando might be mentally unstable. (I mean, who isn't in Sakamoto Days. And at one point Ando mentions being soft in the head, which is probably just a throw away line. But who knows.) His mind can't settle between an urge to protect and resent Shin. It was probably a moment of clarity, that made Ando drop Shin of at Asakuras lab. And even though they already didn't seam to have seen each other for a long time at that point, he seemed to know that Asakura would take care of Shin/protect him. Even when Asakura would complain about it. (He also talks about "What would Asakura think about this?" when Shin is pointing the gun at him. Which makes Shin angry. This seems to be directed at Shin, but it might as well be directed at himself. Because what would his old friend think about him trying to kill the child he left in hi ssafety all those years ago? Surely nothing good.)

Shin is rightfully upset about all of this, curling up in himself. Because Ando couldn't even say those words about Shin having grown so much out loud. Now. Taro reminds us though that there's still a bomb on the ship, that will explode the moment Ando dies. (Is it like linked to his heartbeat? What.) Telling Shin to keep him alive long enough for him to find and dissarm the bomb.

When Shin says he's going with him to help, because the engine bay is to big, Taro actually tells Shin to stay back and use the remaining time he got left with his dad. Which... well. In the end Taro seems to understand that Ando is still important to Shin in some way. It's an absolutely messy situation in so many ways. Also because, again, the only reason they meet was because it was Taros job to kill Ando. But he wants Shin to be able to at least say goodbye to Ando. (Something Taro couldn't when Rion died.) But Ando also knows that Taro probably won't be able to find the bomb, which would mean Shins death as well if the ship explodes. So, seemingly set on wanting Shin to live in the end he decides to tell Shin the bombs location. And to go with him, while he will hang on until he gets back.

Which he probably won't. I think he just doesn't want Shin to see the moment he dies. Not to forget that Taro would protect Shin if the bomb goes off after all. In the end, his parental instincts are trying to protect Shin. Both physically, and mentally. Even if it's way to late for that.

Well. I'm definitely crying. This is all a huge mess. Taro, please get your newly adopted son to therapy instead of teaching him how to be an assasin.

#still an Ando hater #giving Shin to Asakura was like the only good thing he did #and even then there's the question #did he do that out of Shins safety or because it was harder to hide from the JAA with a baby?#not that Asakura didn't made some mistakes in my opinion #he raised a child in an underground lab without contact to any other children #and just let experimential chemicals stand in the open where Shin could reach it #but he's by far better than Ando ever was #not gaslighting or trying to kill Shin at least #now what about Shins mom???#and a mini flashback to when Ando dropped Shin of at the lab???#how close where they for Ando to just give him a whole baby #Ando: Here you go #Asakura: Is that a child? Hey! don't just run off #sakamoto days manga #sakamoto tarou #taro sakamoto #sakamoto days #sakamoto days shin #shin asakura #asakura shin #shin sakamoto days #Tasuku Ando #Sakamoto days Ando #Ando Sakamoto days #manga spoilers #sakamoto days spoilers

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chimielie · 4 months ago

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pacrim au where the miya twins are an unstoppable force, some of the best pilots you've ever seen, right up until osamu decides he's had enough.

it's weird. you've seen them in the mess hall, their movements so in sync it's almost scary, their identical features in the same sneer whenever someone's stupid enough to go up and thank them for their service. it's the only thing we can do, atsumu always says, it's everything. osamu says nothing.

and then one day he leaves. whispers follow his retirement, positing injury, cowardice, whatever. you don't pay attention to it; you're not the type to idolize or demonize pilots.

and eventually atsumu starts coming back to the mess hall, and it's weirder. he's missing half of himself, his movements awkward now, his expression a little bit lost no matter how much bluster he tries to muster up.

so you sit next to him one day, and notice that he's stiffened up next to you, waiting for you to beg him for salacious gossip or a chance to ride in his jaeger. you don't, though, you just sit there and eat your fucking slop.

he's not the kind of guy who can handle silence, so eventually he starts making small talk, and when you don't flinch away from his abrasive words it softens into friendship. when it's been long enough and he knows you keep to yourself, at least the important things, you finally ask:

"why did he leave?"

he shrugs. "said he was tired of seeing me die every time he closed his eyes. i get it, but..." his laugh is cold, metallic. "it was the only thing we could do, and i can't do it without him."

you take his hands, a fierce expression on your face, and tell him that with passion like that, there has to be someone else he's drift compatible with. he doubts that, but piloting's everything to him, so he may as well try.

people clamor to test their compatibility with the last half of the infamous miya twins. it's hard enough to sort through the rabid fans for people who actually share his drive to fight, and then nobody really clicks with him anyway. you start to be able to see it before they even get on the mat, an unevenness to their breaths compared to the precision of his every movement, a wild look in their eyes that breaks with his unwavering focus. off the mat, he slings an arm round your shoulders and asks what color slop you think they'll be serving today.

eventually, though, someone breaks through the ranks. you think they'll almost be able to get through, that they can just sit in the mech that's been empty for months and maybe that tenuous, precious connection will form, but instead... just before they raise their fists, they glance over at you, and with what feels like a lifetime of experience evaluating each person in relation to your golden pilot (when did you start thinking of him like that?), you know instantly what's going to happen. for the first time, you see atsumu lose control, rolling around with the potential pilot shouting obscenities. you think he uses his teeth at one point.

when they're finally separated, atsumu stands, hair wild, and points at you.

"i'm done with this bullshit," he says. "the next time i get in a jaeger, you're gonna be the one at my side."

#lp #i dont know what this is #dont think it counts as a fic it was just supposed to be a paragraph that got out of hand #it's also frankly more about miya angst than it is about romance idek how to tag it #death cw #death mention

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shybluebirdninja · 8 months ago

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FADED DAYS: PART 3

Summary: In a bleak world where Logan has lost his purpose, an unexpected connection with his nurse brings a spark of humanity back into his fading life as an Uber driver.

Pairing : Uber-Driver!Logan Howlett x Nurse!Fem-reader

Genre : Heavy Angst

It’s raining tonight. Not just the light drizzle that softly pings off car roofs but a full-on downpour, the kind that soaks you the moment you step outside. You rush from the hospital doors, pulling your jacket tighter around you.

The shift was brutal. A patient you’d been caring for all week—someone you’d started to bond with—didn’t make it. You tell yourself it’s part of the job. You tell yourself you’ve done this before, handled it before. But it doesn’t get easier, not really.

Your phone buzzes.

Your driver: Logan. Estimated arrival: 3 minutes.

Of course, it’s him again.

You step under the awning, watching the rain pour down. Logan pulls up, headlights cutting through the misty air. The old, beat-up car looks even worse in the rain, the wipers swiping furiously at the windshield.

You climb in, already drenched. Logan doesn’t even look at you, but you can feel his mood, the tension in the car. Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s something else. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw set hard.

“Rough night?” he grumbles, his voice low, barely audible over the rain slapping the windows.

“You could say that,” you reply, your own voice tired. You lean back, exhaling slowly, watching the rain streak down the glass. The silence that follows isn’t as awkward as it used to be. There’s something strangely comforting in it now.

“You?” you ask after a moment.

He doesn’t respond right away. Just the sound of the tires sloshing through the wet streets fills the space. Then, quietly, “Rain hurts.”

It takes a second for it to sink in. You glance at him, and he doesn’t meet your eyes, staring straight ahead. But there’s something in his voice that wasn’t there before—vulnerability. The same rough edges, sure, but now with cracks wide enough for you to see through.

He keeps driving, and you don’t press him. But you wonder, quietly, what kind of pain he means. Physical? Emotional? Both?

You clear your throat, trying to distract yourself. “So…are you going to tell me what your deal is? Or should I keep guessing?”

He chuckles, but it’s a sad sound. “No deal. Just an old guy with too many miles on him.”

You smirk. “Yeah, right. I’m pretty sure you’ve got more going on than that.”

“Don’t we all?” he mutters.

The rain gets heavier, drumming on the roof. You watch the city blur outside, streetlights casting long reflections across the wet pavement. Something in you aches—not just from tonight, not just from the loss of your patient. Something deeper. You’ve felt it before, but sitting here, next to this grizzled old man who looks like he’s been carrying a mountain on his back for years, it feels even heavier.

“Why do you keep driving?” you ask quietly. “You don’t seem like the kind of guy who needs the money. Or…any of this.”

For a long moment, there’s only the sound of rain and the low growl of the engine. Then, finally, Logan speaks.

“It keeps me moving.”

You frown, confused. “Moving?”

He sighs, long and deep, like he’s trying to push away something that’s been sitting heavy on his chest. “If I stop…I think I’d just disappear. You know what I mean?”

You do. Far more than you’d like to admit.

You both sit in that strange, shared understanding, not saying a word but knowing that whatever invisible weight you’re carrying, it’s something he knows well. Maybe too well.

The car slows as he pulls up to a red light. You’re not far from home now, but something makes you hesitate. You don’t want the ride to end just yet.

“How do you deal with it?” you ask softly.

He glances at you, finally, and the look in his eyes takes you off guard. It’s raw, like he’s peeling back layers of himself, just for a moment. “You don’t. You just…get through it. One day at a time. And hope it hurts less tomorrow.”

You swallow, hard. There’s something almost heartbreaking about the way he says it. Like someone who’s been hurt too many times and has stopped expecting the pain to ever end.

You don’t know what to say to that. So you don’t say anything.

The light turns green, and Logan drives in silence again.

Later...

When he pulls up to your building, you hesitate before getting out. The rain is lighter now, but you still feel the heaviness in the air. You turn to him, something you’ve been wanting to ask hovering on your lips.

“Logan…” You pause, unsure how to even phrase it. “Does it ever get better?”

He doesn’t answer right away. His eyes, now dark with something deeper than you can understand, flicker toward you, and then away again.

“It can,” he says finally, his voice rough. “If you let it.”

You sit there, the words hanging between you like the rain still lingering in the air. Then, with a nod, you open the door and step out into the night.

As you close the door behind you, Logan doesn’t immediately drive off. You stand there for a moment, watching his car idle in front of the building. You half expect him to roll the window down, say something else. Maybe even crack a joke. But he doesn’t.

Instead, the car slowly pulls away, leaving you standing alone in the soft drizzle. You watch the taillights fade into the distance, a strange ache in your chest.

As you walk inside, your thoughts stay with him. His tired eyes, his quiet pain. The scars you saw, not just on his hands, but all over him. Scars that run so deep, you wonder if they’ll ever truly heal. And, somehow, you realize you want to know more.

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louisoffline · 9 months ago

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FINALLY FINISHED THE REF SHEET PLUS OTHER DRAWINGS YAAYYY okay so i had the ref sheet done basically two days ago BUT i wanted to draw some more because my ref sheets look so......just stand there kinda scary so MORE ART !!! also skip if you are seeing this when i say our mcs twin bro......we are so mind connected with the skeleton sweaters my lord when i logged on and saw that both step 2 designs had them..........my goodness..i think we might just be the same person....

I want to try and flesh out relationships and dynamics more i think thats something i kind of struggle with with ocs so..that is what the rest of this post will be backstory, character traits, etc etc if you chose to read i will love you forever

Step 1: Gosh...I love making characters really reeaaallllyyy awkward and that's exactly what Lenae is. Her awkwardness is really just stemming from anxiety or nervousness. Qiu and her's dynamic is so sweet to me I love characters being to nervous to say things and then another saysit for them omg im weak yeah thats so them. Lenae and Tam on the other hand....it's not like Lenae doesn't liker her she knows she means well and is extremely sweet but Lenae just can't understand why she is so loud and energetic all the time, she finds it hard to keep up. She IS the sweetest kid you would ever come across though, she will do anything to see you smile. Her earmuffs are a constant, everyone else may think it's just a comfort thing but it is in fact a noise thing we just don't know that yet guys(undiagnosed autism is craayyy)

Step 2: Still being that same shy, sweet kid while looking emo AND TRANSGENDER?? not for the weak. Still shy and reserved maybe even more so but no one really expects anything else. I think meek is a very good descriptor, they get freaked so so easily like has never had a peaceful day in their life. However, Halloween IS their favorite time of the year, it's an aesthetics thing i guess. If you pass by Lenae in the halls you would probably think that they were on their last few threads of patience by the sour look on their face but no, they could be having the best day of their life with that face on. They found it tiring to keep that placid smile on their face all the time when it wasn't always real. In this stage Lenae has definitely started expierimenting with different art mediums like dabbling in painting, poetry, music, you name it. Qiu and Lenae are still the bestest friends ever(bestest crushes ever???) and it's actually kind of nice to have someone by your side who knows what you're going through with your gender identity struggle and everything. Lenae for sure feels bad for how they treated Tam just because they thought she was a little much, I mean it was kind of hypocritical, so they've been trying to make it up to her by being kind of everyly nice?? oh boy oh boy

Step 3: I really don't know a lot of what I could write for step 3 since like nothing of it is out in the actual game SO were just gonna go like personality kind of wise y'know? I think they've definitely mellowed out AT LEAST A LITTLE...like omg guys they can sometimes order for themselves at restaurants!! They're very opinionated and has a strong stance on what they believe but like not in a mean way they just don't understand why others would think differently. Building on their creative abilities, they probably have plans to go to a college for art or fashion. Or maybe they'll start their own business who knows! It's okay to not have everything planned out anymore, some spontaneity is welcome in their life. Now that they've finally been able to be more open, mainly around friends, they'll say something a little too...unsettling or freaky??? to be normal, it's a little weird to get used to oopsies

AND THATS ALL if you read all of this i appreciate you becasue this has been drafted up on my computer screen for multiple days I just did not know what to say siigghhh yeah i love this kid and I hope you guys do too teehee

#our life now and forever #olnf #olnf mc #qiu lin #oc art #Lenae Figueroa

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aezuria · 1 year ago

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hiii i love ur writing sm!! i was wondering if u would do leo valdez x reader headcanons? ty!!!

*ੈ✎ keep your head still, i'll be your thrill

—all the small things, blink-182

content: leo valdez x reader

warnings: cursing again

librarian's annotations: the title has no connection to the hcs but it came up while i was writing this also IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER 🙏🙏🙏

super clingy i do not make the rules

oh you thought you were gonna get up and be productive?? not today!

fuck everyone else tbh

LOVEEES gossip sessions with u

hes so invested in all the drama u have

probably laying on his stomach and swinging his feet and gasping incredulously. "what!? no she did not..."

got very pouty that you did not invite him to the girls night bc he didnt want to "miss out on the tea" (lwk stealing from my own work oops)

who can blame him tbh

LOVE LOVES DANCING

loves teaching u too (even if u suck)

like imagine him holding your waist and moving you to the beat as you fumble along, his chest pressed up against your own

GOOD LORD

"forward, back, left- there you go," he murmured into your ear, looking down at your feet. you stepped on his shoes a lot more than you should've; did he ever think that his proximity was why you were messing up!?

"you suck at this, don't you?" he laughed, but twirled you around anyway.

"did you ever think you're just a shit teacher?"

"rude!"

also this man was born a star

can probably hit super high notes as if its nothing

ok so we all know how hes a genius right

oh my GOD imagine him explaining how his stuff works and using words you're sure don't even exist and he's so into it and he just sounds so SMART

intelligence is so attractive why does no one talk abt that

you wanted to watch him work on the engine, so you pulled up a stool next to him. you stared at his side, his tank top dirty with grease and sticky with sweat. how long had he been working since you got here?

you'd get mad at him for not taking a break later. right now? you were admiring the view. who wouldn't?

"hey leo?"

he hummed in response, still hyper-focused on the engine.

"how does all that work, exactly?" you were never one for machines—good thing you have a mechanic boyfriend!

he looks to you, a happy glimmer in his eyes. "you really wanna know? so basically— this part connects to that part and then..."

you don't know how long you've been zoned out, too busy staring at his perfect

"y/n?" he finally realizes you haven't been paying attention. "you with me, now?" he raises an eyebrow with a grin on his face.

"huh? what?" you straightened up, fumbling over your words. "yeah! why wouldn't i be?" you tried to act as if you weren't just ogling him seconds before.

"oh y'know.. cause you were checking me out." he winked, leaning back against the engine as he put himself on display. "i mean, you obviously couldn't help it. i mean, look at me!"

someone humble him

its not like he doesn't do the same tho

if he accidentally walks in on you he'd be like "oh my gods-! sorry!" and cover his eyes with his hands, but his fingers are parted so he could still look through. literally the 🫣 emoji

"GET OUT!"

"OKAY I'M GOING DON'T HIT ME- OW!"

he is SUPER ticklish and you WILL use this to your advantage

esp his ears

one time you touched them out of curiosity cause theyre pointer than average and he was like "eek!"

pause

"aww i didn't know you could make that sound!" you poked some more fun at him because that was adorable

"shut up!"

another time he's laying on you, ruining your plans of getting up early and being active. you tried rolling out from underneath him but his arms snake around you like a vice, squeezing a groan out of you.

"leo get off!" you tried shoving him off, but that didn't work either. he simply buried his face into your neck, mumbling a tired no.

you really had shit to do, so you resorted to the last possible tactic. "i didn't wanna have to do this..." you warned. (you so wanted to do this)

you slipped your hands under his shirt and started tickling his stomach, effectively getting him writhing off you with laughter.

"stop-! that tickles!" he tried doing the same back, but he was squirming far too much.

ok real talk now

love loves staying up late with you until its past midnight and you guys are just rambling about random topics. he's just so relaxed with you, his heart feels so full and there's no space anymore, so his bottled up emotions spill out

which is usually a closely-guarded secret because he's just the funny guy of the group, right?

what does he know about feelings? isn't it his job to just keep everyone else happy? joking about everything will take away the pain, won't it?

(it doesn't)

"i don't know, i just- feel like i don't really fit in with everyone. they all have these cool powers, and i'm just.. me." he laughed dryly, face devoid of his usual happiness as he stared at the ceiling. "sometimes, i feel like you could do so much better. but at the same time?" his voice lowered as he rolled onto his side, staring into your eyes. "i want to keep you to myself. i really, really don't want to lose you."

you were glad he finally opened up to you, but your heart ached at the way he thought of himself. how could he not see how highly everyone thought of him, especially you?

"just you? leo, you're the coolest person i know. you're so, so smart, you can fix just about anything, you're funny, you're kind, you can cook; what's not to love?" you smiled softly. you could go on and on about this man. for him to think that he was the lucky one? it was quite the opposite.

"and you don't have to worry," you whispered, cuddling closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "i'll always be with you."

#*ੈ✎ stories #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo hoo toa #pjo #pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackon and the olympians

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pandorxxx · 2 years ago

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An Unexpected Visitor: Parallels

(Chapter 2)

Lo’ak x Omatikayan fem reader (All aged up)

Warnings: cursing, dom-Lo’ak, p in v, oral (M receiving), multiple orgasms, BREEDING KINK, daddy kink, praise kink, degrading kink (kinda), lo’ak being all romantic

Chapter 1

Synopsis: You were promised to Neteyam. Him being next in line for olo’eyktan and you training to be the next tsahik, it only made sense. However, you had lo’ak on your mind. What happens when lo’ak gets tired of sneaking around, and asks you to be his mate? Will your father approve of this?

🔞MDNI🔞

“No.” Your father sterned. Sharpening his knife infront of your shared family hut. No? What did he mean….no?

You had built the courage to ask your father if lo’ak could come to dinner tomorrow night. And trust, it was hard to just come out and say it. So for him to just shut you down immediately, it hurt your feelings.

“But daaadddd!” You whined, arms crossed around your chest. “No buts! You are promised to Neteyam. It took me long enough to get over THAT. Now you’re In-love with his younger brother? Do you see how this makes you look?” He asked, haulting the attack on his knife to glance at you with a confused look.

“Ok. I’m not IN-LOVE with him. I just like him…a lot. And those were rules YOU and Mr.SULLY set into place. Neteyam and I have no romantic connection at all.” You clapped back, respectfully.

“I get that, trust me. And if you wish to not be mated with neteyam, we can come to a common decision. But you will NOT mate with lo’ak. He is a trouble maker. My daughter does not need to be seen with the likes of someone like that.” He explained, giving you a quick look that signaled for you to leave this situation alone for now. However, you had to explain yourself, and get your father to see things your way.

“Father. He’s not as bad as you think he is. He is learning to be good, and gentle. He’s sweet to me, and he treats me right. He’s actually the one who requested that I set this meeting up between you two. He didn’t want to take me out on a date without your blessing.” You spoke softly, fiddling with your thumbs while you swayed back and forth.

Your fathers ears flicked in the cool night breeze, and his eye contact shot to you in surprise. This didn’t sound like the lo’ak that HE knew. Not the hothead, the fighter, the trouble maker that Jake had told him about. This sounded like a gentleman. Someone who might actually love his daughter. And then he thought about how he met your mother. It was a similar story to you and lo’ak. He was TOO a trouble maker, but when he met your mother, something inside of him changed for the better. Maybe this was some kind of weird parallel.

He sighed, clenching his jaw as he looked out into the distance…thinking about what he was going to say next….

“Dinner is just before sunset. No earlier, no later.” Your father said, standing to his full height. His expression was still, but you could tell that he was opened to meeting lo’ak, properly.

“Oh, Thank you Father! Thank you so much!” You rejoiced, giving your father the biggest hug your little arms could. You could hear the faint chuckle rumbling in his chest as he hugged you back.

- - -

You were over the moon. It was all you could think about as you sat in your room. There was actually a possibility that this could work out. But then it hit you…the anxiety.

This is such an awkward meeting, really. Your father isn’t a fan of lo’ak, and lo’ak knows that. Yet, you have the 2 most important men in your life finally coming face to face. And eywa, they were one and the same. That’s why you liked lo’ak so much, he reminded you of your father. All of the good, and not so good qualities. Two bold personalities in one room? This was going to be an interesting night…

- - -

The next day, you drowned yourself in your daily chores. Just so you could get everything off of your mind. Your nerves were coursing through your entire body so heavily that it was hard to think of anything else BUT tonight. You were also very antsy and “jumpy” today. So when you felt a hand wrap around your arm and pull you behind the nearby tree, you let out a high pitched shriek.

“Woah, woah HEY! Chillll out. It’s just me.” Lo’ak chuckled, holding a finger over his lips to signal for you to be quiet. You let out a huge sigh of relief, backing into the tree behind you.

“You fucking scared me! Are you crazy?” You hissed lowly, punching him in the stomach, yet it didn’t faze him whatsoever.

“Damn, im sorry. We do this everyday, and you’ve never reacted like this. You good?” He asked with his lighthearted smirk that made you melt. You realized that you may have over reacted alittle bit.

“I-Im sorry, lo’ak. I’m just alittle on edge about tonight. That’s all.” You shook your head, clearing your throat.

“Didnt your father say it was ok for me to come over?” He asked, his hand now resting on the bark behind you. “Well, yes! Yes…he did.” You spat. Lo’ak gave you a look as if he wanted you to continue your thought.

“Buuuuttt?” He asked, signaling for you to keep talking. “But, I’m nervous. What if it doesn’t go well?” You whined, pouting up at him as tears began to flood your vision. He stepped alittle closer, caressing your cheek gently.

“It WILL go well, ok? Your fathers gonna love me. I’ll make sure of it. You don’t need to worry your pretty little head. Don’t cry, please? I’ve got this, I SWEAR to you. You trust me?” His tone more serious than you’ve ever heard it before.

“Mhm.” You whined, nodding your head.

“Good girl.” He smiled, shifting his large hand to your neck before pecking your soft lips.

“And plus…you look too good to be crying right now. You got all dressed up for me, huh?” He asked, that playful tone making an appearance again. He took a step back just to admire you. And eywa, you were beautiful.

You were wearing his favorite color, purple. The cloths were alittle more revealing than usual, but he liked that. It just meant that he’d have to work twice as hard to keep the other men away from you. You had the glitter that you liked to wear, all over your body. Not too much, just enough to hit the sun just right. He loved it on you. He didn’t care that his mother would give him dirty looks when he walked into his family hut shining like a fucking disco ball. And your hair…eywa he couldn’t forget about your hair.

It always smelled so good. You wore it in different styles everyday, which was different from the other girls he’d seen. But his favorite style was the 2 Dutch braids. You looked great with them, but he had…other reasons for why he liked them. He would use them as leverage when he fucked you senseless from behind. And ofcourse, you were sporting that same style today.

“Fuuuck.” He whispered, eyeing you up and down. You giggled alittle bit, you loved getting him flustered. He took a few steps closer, now placing both of his hands on the bark behind you.

“You sure know how to take me there, don’t you?” He asked, leaving wet kisses on your neck. Your head flew back against the bark, lip between your teeth as you basked in the pleasure.

“I just wanna eat your sexy ass up.” He groaned, one of his hands sliding down to the small of you back, pulling you flush into him harshly. He had a grip on you so tight that you could really see the muscle definition in his arm.

“Mmm, L-Lo’ak, I’ve gotta go back.” You moaned, haulting his attack on your neck to kiss his lips sloppily. He groaned into the kiss, now sliding his hand down to the plush of your ass, gripping it firmly. You moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer to you if that was even possible.

Maybe you were getting alittle side tracked…but you couldn’t fucking help it. Not with lo’ak all over you, making you feel good. But if this was going to work, you two had to get over this little hurdle first. It was about the bigger picture at the end of the day.

You pulled away quickly, giving him no time to grab you. You wiped your lips and adjusted your loincloth. He growled in frustration, jaw clenching as he wiped his lips with his thumb, eyeing your small frame. You loved seeing him aggravated, it was so damn hot.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” He chuckled angrily. “Well, I have to GO.” You smirked, eyeing him up and down before turning to walk away. You didn’t really get too far, he pulled you flush into his chest by your braids.

“Yeah, ok. Soon I’ll have you…and I mean REALLY have you. And once I get you….I’m not letting up…I’ll see you later.” He whispered in your ear, placing a small peck on the lobe before letting you go and walking off. Leaving you completely disoriented…..and horny.

- - -

The day went on as usual. Still alittle nervous but excited for the possibility that lo’ak could finally be yours.

It was almost time, and your mother was getting dinner ready while your father was setting the table. You…on the hand, were pacing back and forth outside of your families hut, anxiously waiting for lo’aks arrival.

Your palms were sweaty and your heart was racing. The worst possible scenario’s continued to play in your head. You just wished that you could skip all of this, and get to the good part…if there even was one.

“You’re gonna burn a whole in the ground, kid.” Your father spoke, a tinge of playfulness in his tone. You turned quickly, meeting your fathers gaze.

“I-I’m just alittle nervous is all.” You confessed, constantly looking back to see if lo’ak was coming or not.

“If I wasn’t going to give him a FAIR chance, then he wouldn’t have been invited. I’m not going to be biased, or rude. So stop pacing.” He chuckled, arms crossed around his broad chest.

You sighed, feeling alittle bit better about the situation now. You nodded, turning back around to look out for lo’ak. It was silence for a few seconds before your father began to speak again.

“You know…lo’ak was a lot like me when I was his age.” He said, leaning against the foundation of the hut. Your ears perked, turning to look at your father.

“Really? How so?” You asked.

“Well, your uncle was the golden child. He really did everything in his power to live up to our fathers expectations. He listened, pulled his weight and mines most of the time. He stayed out of trouble. Kinda like Neteyam.” He started.

“And you?” You asked. He sighed, looking off into the distance.

“I was a hot head, always in fights. I liked to do my own thing, and couldn’t care less about my father’s expectations for me. I caused a lot of trouble back then, babygirl.” He finished, a look of defeat plastering his face.

“Well what happened? You’re definitely not like that anymore.” You asked curiously. Your father chuckled to himself, smiling ear to ear as his tail began to sway behind him quickly.

“Your mother happened.” He said with pride. A look of hope began to paint your face. You wanted to know more.

“Well go onnn!” You spat, waiting for the rest of this familiar love story. Your father chuckled before continuing.

“Your uncle was supposed to mate with her. But I was the one who LIKED her. And just my luck, she liked me too. We started hanging out, and we fell in love. Her father didn’t approve of this because of my reputation, so we would sneak around. But I don’t know I just…..I wanted something MORE with your mother. So I promised her that I would be good. Be the man that she deserved. And that I did. I would’ve done anything to make her mine.” He confessed. If you weren’t mistaken, you could see tears prickling at your fathers eyes.

“That’s so sweet, dad. Did grandfather ever approve of you?” You asked, curiously.

“It took time but…he did eventually.” Your father nodded. “But I want to give lo’ak a chance because I know what it’s like…to be one big disappointment.” He muttered, ears folded to his skull. This all seemed too familiar, it was almost scary for you. It’s funny how history repeats itself, you thought.

“And speaking of lo’ak…” your father smiled, nudging his head in your direction. You turned around swiftly, and there he was… walking towards your hut with flowers in hand. Your heart began to flutter, and you just couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up on your face. You were so excited to see him, especially after the story that your father had shared with you.

“LO’AK!” You shouted in an excited tone, running towards him. He smiled at you, holding his arms out for your embrace.

“Hey, babygirl.” He chuckled , catching you in one of his arms. He hugged you tightly, his arm wrapped around your middle. He just gave you a small peck on your cheek out of respect for your father before he placed you back on the ground, gracefully.

“These are for you, yawne.” He smiled, placing the flowers in your hand. You giggled, admiring how pretty the bioluminescence flora was.

“They’re gorgeous. Thank you, my love.” You smiled, grabbing his hand. You pulled him towards your hut, where your father was trying his best to hide his smile. He cleared his throat, putting on a serious face when you both reached him.

With your hand in his, lo’ak stretched out his free hand, signing a greeting to your father. Lo’ak took a deep breath before speaking.

“Oel Ngati Kameie, keivìo Te Lepeä Hiìweron’itan.” He spoke confidently, now extending his hand for a hand shake. You waited in anticipation. Watching your father glance at lo’aks hand and then back up at him….it felt like minutes went by. Until a welcoming smile creeped across your fathers face, extending his arms for a hug.

“Oel Ngati Kameie, lo’ak te suli Tsyeyk’itan.” Your father spoke with a small nod. Lo’ak became visibly happy, smiling ear to ear as he embraced your father with a genuine hug. You watched in awe, almost in tears at the scene infront of you.

“How you doin’, kid?” Your father asked, patting lo’ak on the back. “Im doing well, sir. Thank you for asking.” Lo’ak nodded. He was honestly relieved that your father was willing to give him a fair judgment.“That’s great, lo’ak. Im happy to hear that.” He started.

“We’ve gotta talk, ok? Man to man. Just you and I. Deal?” Your father asked. “Ofcourse sir, I completely understand.” Lo’ak gave him a firm nod.

“Y/n, how about you go check on dinner. I’m gonna talk to your little boyfriend here about a few things.” Your father joked, causing you and lo’ak to laugh. “Yes, father.” You nodded before walking into the hut.

“Let’s sit down.” Your father spoke, gesturing at the chairs Infront of him. They both took a seat, staring off into the night sky.

“What are your intentions, lo’ak?” Your father asked calmly. Lo’ak had been waiting to confess his love for you, and this was the perfect time.

“Well, I know I have a bit of a reputation. So, I can see why you would ask that question.” He chuckled before continuing. “But I love, y/n. And I’m trying to change for her, to be the man that she deserves. Because the truth is….I want her to be my mate. But I know I have some work to do if I want to gain your blessing, sir.” Lo’ak finished, feeling proud that he was able to express his feelings the correct way.

“Hmm.” Your father nodded, a smile creeping across his lips. “I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll protect her, and keep her safe as well. I’ve seen you in action before. So I’ll skip that question.” Your father joked, insinuating that lo’aks numerous fights were enough to seal that deal. Lo’ak chuckled at the comment before speaking.

“I’m glad you know that. But I’ll only be fighting if I need to protect HER from now on. No other reasons sir, I swear.” Lo’ak spoke affirmatively.

“Good, Good. And so I’m assuming that you already have a personal hut picked out for you two, right?” Your father asked. It was normal to move in with your mate expeditiously. That’s how it happened with your mother and father, and that’s how it was supposed to happen for you and lo’ak.

“I do, sir. It was a surprise that I’d been working on for some time. I built it myself, just for her.” Lo’ak explained.

“Oh, so you just knew you were going to mate with my daughter?” Your father chuckled, and lo’ak along with him. “Well, I was hoping that I would. And it’s better to be prepared for moments like this.” Lo’ak smiled.

“Hey, I get it! Trust me. When were you planning on moving in?” Your father asked. Lo’ak gulped loudly, hoping that his next answer wouldn’t jeopardize the rapport he had just built with this man.

“Well….with your blessing, ofcourse. I was hoping to move her in tomorrow.” Lo’ak finished his statement more like a question, looking over to your father.

“Hmm.” Your father nodded, staring into the night sky. It was silence for a minute or two while your father took time to think.

“You have my blessing to mate with my daughter. She speaks so highly of you, it’s kinda hard not to say yes. And if she’s happy, then I’m happy.” Your father confessed. Lo’ak mentally cheered, he was so damn happy that everything was going as planned. “Thank you. Thank you so much sir!” Lo’ak smiled.

“I want you to remember this conversation when you’re sitting where I am…talking to YOUR daughters future mate.” Your father laughed, him and lo’ak both standing in unison. Lo’ak chuckled, extending his hand out for another handshake. Your father obliged with a bright smile.

“Take care of my little girl, please. She’s my only daughter. And if ,later down the line, you find out that this just isn’t for you…I just ask that you don’t hurt her….just bring her back to me.” Your father explained with a firm nod.

“Oh, sir. I would never hurt her. I want this forever. I will do anything to keep her happy. And you know I’ll protect her with my life, that’s a promise.” Lo’ak spoke in a serious tone, because he meant every fucking word.

“Thank you, lo’ak.” Your father nodded.

“Let’s eat, then!” You father cheered, guiding lo’ak into the hut for dinner.

The night went better than you expected. It was filled with joy, and laughter. You couldn’t have asked for a better way to end your day. And once it was over, your father and mother said their goodbyes to lo’ak.

“Hey, how about you two go out or something? No need to sneak around anymore.” Your father joked, winking at lo’ak. Lo’ak understood immediately. It was time to show you the home that he built for his future family.

“Ah! You’re absolutely right, sir.” Lo’ak agreed, taking you by the hand. You were alittle confused. Now all of the sudden your father and lo’ak were in cahoots on something that you had no knowledge of.

“Where are we going this late?” You chuckled, looking back at your father. He sighed loudly.

“I finally give you to the man, and now you want to ask all these questions. Just go with him.” You father laughed, causing an uproar of laughter from everyone.

“You trust me?” He asked, eyebrow cocked as he awaited an answer. “Ofcourse I do.” You smiled. Lo’ak kissed you on the forehead before pulling you towards the hut door.

“Uhh, what time should I have her back?” Lo’ak asked. You both looking back at your father.

“I think we’re way past that now. She’s all yours. You two have fun tonight, and be safe…..NO BABIES YET PLEASE!” Your father spoke, shoving you both out of the hut and closing the door. You and lo’ak both glanced at eachother before laughing in unison, and you were off to your secret location….

You two had been walking for about 10 minutes before you came across this great big hut. It was the biggest one you’d ever seen. It was nicely built as well. You could tell that whoever worked on this, had some kind of personal connection to it.

“Lo’ak? What’s going on?” You asked curiously. He smiled at you before opening the door and guiding you in.

“Welcome home, yawne.” He spoke softly, closing the door behind him. You gasped, looking around the beautiful hut. Nicely woven rugs covered the floor. There was a huge sitting area in the middle of the hut. There were steps that lead up to an opened loft area, where a huge sized cot laid. It was gorgeous…and all yours?

“Home? Like…you and I?” You asked, turning around to face him. He nodded at you, walking alittle closer.

“I spent months making this for us, because I knew that I’d make you mine one day. I’ve been making plans for us, baby. I want this to be real. I want you to be my mate…” he confessed, a heartwarming, proud smile plastering across his face. You never thought a guy like lo’ak could be so romantic. It really took you by surprise. He deserved the world for the way he’s been treating you.

“Lo’ak, I love you so much. I wanna mate with you too.” You explained, a hint of lust in your voice that he didn’t quite pick up on yet.

“Oh, I love you more baby. Im glad we’re on the same page.” He nodded, smiling at you innocently.

“Hmm. I wanna mate with you…right now.” You confessed, head tilted slightly as you walked over to him. Caressing his chest.

“Oh?” He spoke, eyebrow cocked as he watched your hands roam his body. His muscles began to tense at your soft touch.

“Yeah. I wanna start that family we’ve been talking about. Remember?” You asked, backing him into the couch until he plopped down on the plush surface. He looked visibly flustered, guess he wasn’t really expecting this from you tonight.

“I-I remember.” He nodded, adjusting his hips as he watched you intently. You began to take off your items, piece by piece.

“Damn. You’re coming outta that shit pretty quickly, don’t you think?” He asked with a lustful tone as he watched each item hit the floor until you were completely naked before him. You smirked, dropping to your knees infront of him.

“Not quick enough. I need you right now.” You confessed, palming his huge bulge. His head dipped back into the couch as he hissed loudly.

“Fuck, you know I hate when you tease. Just take it, baby. It’s all yours.” He moaned, his head shooting back down to where you were. That was all you needed to hear. Damn the strings of his loincloth, you began to rip it off of his hips until his aching cock was visible. It was jumping with every heartbeat as precum oozed from the tip.

You immediately began to stroke his cock, nice and slow how he liked it. He was quickly becoming a mess under you, and you haven’t even done anything yet. Maybe he was still horny from earlier in the day, but he seemed alittle more sensitive than usual.

You began kitty licking the tip before sucking on it, swirling your wet tongue around it until he was squirming under you. Then without warning, you engulfed his entire length. Immediately bobbing your head up and down his large shaft nice and slow.

“Ohhh that’s it. Juuust like that, goddamn.” He moaned, thrusting his hips into your mouth gently. Your amber eyes shot up at him, watching him bask in the pleasure. He was so hot. His eyebrows were furrowed as a thin layer of sweat began to form on his skin. He would let out a small whimper with every roll of your tongue. You were driving that man crazy.

“You’re k-killing me, baby. Gonna make me cum in that pretty mouth.” He muttered through a clench jaw. He grabbed the back of your head, steadying it to fuck your throat.

You opened your mouth wide and let him use you as his own personal little fuck toy. You began to gag, tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes crossed.

“Yesss, look at that. Only time I like watching your sexy ass cry.” He groaned, muscles contracting as his peak was nearing quickly.

“Shit baby, I-I’m boutta nut.” He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mouth fell agape. He used his free hand to grip the plush of the couch while his head dipped back in pure bliss.

“Mhmmm, that’s ittttt.” He growled, releasing his load into your mouth. Ropes and ropes of cum finding refuge on your tongue. He slid you off of his cock carefully, a loud gasp parting your lips as his seed flowed down your chin. Your were all teary eyed and flustered, it was so hot.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” You asked, slurping the access seed off of his balls. He finally caught his breath, watching you intently.

“Hmm. You want this dick, don’t you? You need it right?” He asked in a soft yet lustful tone. You simply nodded.

“I want your babies in me. I wanna be pregnant with your children, lo’ak. Give it to me, please.” You begged, playing with your breasts sensually.

“Oh, now you want my babies huh? Want me to make you a mom, right? Like the little slut you are. You just need to be filled up reaaaal nice, yes?” He asked, standing to his full height infront of your kneeling figure.

“Yes, daddy.” You nodded, waiting for him to have his way with you. He clenched his jaw with a low growl. Without warning, he picked you up, walking you over to the wooden table.

He plopped you down and began attacking your neck while simultaneously scenting you. You were his and ONLY his now. It was time that everyone knew.

His strong arm was wrapped around your middle, bringing you closer to him as he stood between your legs. You could feel the slick pooling onto the wood beneath you, smearing your thighs and making a mess. You were so ready for him.

He pulled away, grabbing his cock to line up with your entrance. Before you knew it, he was buried deep inside of you. You both moaning loudly as he began to thrust into you nice and deep. His strokes were rhythmic, rolling his hips into yours with a fucking purpose.

He placed his hands on either sides of your thighs firmly while he teased your lips with his. Ghosting them as he moaned from the intense pleasure.

“This pussy is driving me crazy, baby. It’s so fucking good.” He smirked, against your lips creating a great amount of tension between you two.

“Think you can make me a father, hmm? Wanna carry my babies for me like a good girl?” He asked, tilting his head to get a better angle of your pleasure filled face. His thrusts began to get harder, rocking the entire hut with his force.

“Y-Yessss!” You whined, tears blurring your vision. You and lo’ak have had sex numerous times. But this time was overwhelming, and oh so fucking good.

“Want me to fill this pussy up? Until you’re leaking my seed? Hmm? You need this shit, don’t you?” He teased, his lips still ghosting yours as he fed you deep strokes. You couldn’t even think straight, you were a fucked out mess. Blabbering complete nonsense, going dumb for the pleasure.

“I-I need it. Need it s-s-oooo bad, daddy.” You whimpered, arching your back and dipping your head to the ceiling. He used that as the perfect opportunity to nip at your neck with his sharp fangs. Still simultaneously playing in your guts like his life depended on it.

Your walls began to flutter around his cock, signaling that you were close…very close. “I-I’m gonna cum. D-Daddy, you’re gonna make me cummm!” You cried, your pretty face balling up in pleasure. You felt him smirk against your neck, speeding up his pace to get you there quicker.

“Mhm, cum for daddy. Let it all out, you deserve it pretty girl.” He praised, placing a few more kisses on your neck before his lips were inches away from yours again. You were in complete euphoria, nothing like you had ever experienced before. And you knew this orgasm was going to ruin you in the best way possible.

“Wait, I think I-I’m gonna squirt, lo’ak.” You whispered, panting heavily as you began to push on his stomach lazily.

“Yeah? It feels so good that you wanna squirt for me, huh?” He teased, his thumb finding its way to your clit, rubbing it gently to stimulate you further.

Your mouth flew opened, silent screams escaping while he kissed your bottom lip. “That’s it, squirt for me then baby.” He nodded, working your pussy in every way possible. Your whole body started to seize, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to come undone. Your squirt painting lo’aks abdomen.

“Ohhhh shit.” Lo’ak moaned. Your orgasm was triggering his. The constant fluttering of your walls was desperately trying to milk him dry.

“Y/n, im cumming…o-ohhh fuuck im cumming!” He groaned, eyes rolling in pleasure as he finally released inside of you. Ropes and ropes of endless seed dumping into your empty womb. It felt so good, that it had you cumming again.

“Yesss daddy, that’s itttt!” You screamed, legs completely numb at this point. He fucked you both through your orgasms. You two becoming an overstimulated mess for eachother.

“I gotta fill you up again. I-I need it.” He growled, pulling out of you to flip you over aggressively. He pinned your wrists behind your back with just one of his giant hands. The other one guiding his cock back into you. You both moaning at the feeling again.

He set a merciless rhythm from the start, fucking his seed deep into you so there’s no excuse why you’re not pregnant in the weeks to come. The heavy smacks caused by his deep thrusts were ringing through the hut. He was fucking the daylights out of you, using you as his personal toy that he could do with whatever he so pleased.

“I told you that I wouldn’t let up when I finally got you, remember? HMM?” He asked, jaw clenched and eyes focused on the recoil of your ass.

“Yes! I-I remember, daddy…I remember!” You cried, your voice rippling from his forceful thrusts that were single handedly shaking the entire fucking room.

“I’m gonna breed you as many times as I feel like it tonight. WHERE EVER I feel like it! I’m gonna breed this pussy on the couch, on the floor, on that fucking cot I built! On this goddamn table! I don’t give a fuck, got it?!” He growled, pulling your 2 Dutch braids for leverage.

“Mhmm! I understand, I-I swearrr!” You screamed, your orgasm creeping up on you once more. He shifted his hands to your ass, holding your cheek open to watch his creamy cock sliding in and out of your tight cunt.

“Ohh…yeah” he groaned, his bottom lip in between his teeth. He was close again. So ready to fill you up for a second time.

“I-im gonna nut in this pussy again, fuuuuck.” He moaned, smacking your ass a few times until his huge handprints were visible on you. He continued to expertly smash into your sweetspot with every hard thrust.

“Ohhh great mother, please! I-I’m cumming again, I’m cumming again lo’ak!” You screamed to the top of your lungs, your voice becoming horse and strained. You began to seize again, screaming loudly as you released for a third time.

“The great mother cannot save you from ME. You’ve gotta take this dick, tonight.” He teased, smacking your ass again as he fucked you through your orgasm. And just like last time, the fluttering of your sweet walls triggered yet another orgasm from lo’ak.

“Ah..hah Fuuuck!” He moaned, dumping another huge load into your womb, fucking it into you harshly. You were a whimpering mess, the feeling of his warm seed seeping into your womb made your head spin.

“That’s right, take all of it like a good girl.” He grunted, finally thrusting into you gently. Your eyes crossed in pleasure once more as he pulled out slowly.

He held your hips in place, so that you wouldn’t fall. Your legs were shaking badly, his seed dripping down your thighs slowly.

“Shit. That tight little pussy can’t hold all of daddy’s cum, I guess.” He teased. He flipped you over to face him. Sliding into you again, He shifted your trembling legs over his arms so that the bend of your knee’s were resting gently over the bend of his arms. He picked you up off of the table and began fucking you slow and deep.

“I-I can’t cum again. I-I can’t.” Your voice was gone, so it came out as a strained whisper. He engaged in a sloppy kiss with you as he continued to fuck into you expertly.

“I’ll make you cum again, don’t worry. I told you, I’m not letting up. I’m gonna keep cumming in this pussy.” He whispered against your quivering lips, maintaining a dangerous amount of eye contact.

He began to speed up his pace, squelching sounds filling the hut as you screamed with the little bit of voice you had left. He was hitting all the right spots yet again. “I love you.” He smirked, eyeing your lips before licking his.

“I-I love you too, daddy.” You whined, and as promised, you felt that familiar feeling in your lower abdomen. You couldn’t believe that you were about to cum again. It was like he knew your body better than YOU did.

“Someone’s about to cum again, I can feel it.” He groaned, smiling against your lips before pecking them gently.

“Fuck, I-I can’t stop!” You screamed, head going limp as you let loose for the 4th time tonight. He let out a dark laugh at your pathetic little whining.

“Yeah? I can’t stop either. I’m right behind you.” He teased, fucking you hard and deep. “Mhmm, here it comes again baby. J-Just for you.” He groaned, looking you in your eyes while he came inside of you again, emptying his balls in your womb for a third time.

“Shittt! No more, daddy. P-Please, I can’t take it.” You pleaded, wrapping your trembling arms around his neck. He laughed at you, walking up the steps with you in his hands.

“You must take me for a fucking joke.” He whispered in your ear before laying you down on the cot gently. You knew that meant that he wasn’t done with you. You turned over lazily, trying to crawl away from him. That didn’t work out well for you at all.

He flipped you back over, pulling you down to him. “Need some energy? I think it’s about that time baby.” He titled his head grabbing his queue from behind his back. You looked up at him with hooded eyes, sitting up on your elbows.

You nodded frantically, grabbing your queue as well, giving it to him. You were too tired to do it yourself.

He wasted no time. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, and it was finally here. Your trendils collided with his and your pupils blew. You could feel everything. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

“Damnnn.” He moaned, separating your trembling legs. Sliding into you this time felt different, for both of you. It was so intense that it was hard to describe.

“Ohhh that’s so much better.” He moaned, gripping your waist to bring you down on his cock like a fuck toy. You were a mess yet again, so loud that he was sure that someone heard you at this point.

He rolled his hips into yours, fucking into you nice and slow. Taking his time with you, he didn’t want this feeling to end so quickly. He had to savor it.

“Fuck me deeper…harder. Please.” You cried, spreading your legs wider for him. He clenched his jaw, your pleads making his head spin. He took your legs, and placed them over his shoulder before bending down until you two were sharing the same breath. You were practically folded in half while he fucked into you harder and deeper, just like you asked.

His hands were placed on either sides of your head while his sticky pelvis collided with yours repeatedly. He thought you were loud before…you were hitting high notes for him now.

“That’s it, let it out baby. Give it to me.” He nodded before engaging in yet another sloppy kiss. One that could shut you up completely as he continued his attack on your worn out cunt.

“I love you. I love you so much, y/n.” He spoke against your lips. “I-I love you too!” You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your walls began to flutter around him again.

“Mmm cum for me, then. One last time, and I’ll stop beating this pussy up, yeah?” He smiled, fucking into your sweetspot quickly. And you let go for the fifth time, squirting on lo’ak again.

“You’ve been such a good girl, tonight.” He moaned, his orgasm just seconds away. “H-Have I?” You asked deliriously.

“Mhmm, and I’ve got a special surprise for good girls like you. Ready?” He groaned, lip between his teeth as he watched your face contorted continuously.

“Yess!” You screamed. His eyebrows scrunched, letting out a guttural moan before emptying his final load into your womb. His eyes rolled back, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

Full was an understatement. You were STUFFED to the fucking brim. So much so that you felt queasy. But a good kind of queasy.

“Now THAT was amazing.” He panted, pulling out of you lazily. Strings of his seed sticking you two together. Once he unhanded you, you curled up into a ball, trembling badly. He gently disconnected his queue from yours before tending to you. Cleaning you up, getting you water, and putting you down for bed. You were knocked out, so sleepy that you were snoring. It was cute honestly.

He was so happy that he finally had you. And that your father allowed him to take care of you from now on.

Your father…. Lo’ak thought.

“NO BABIES YET PLEASE.” Rang through his head, and his eyes widened when he realized….

There was no doubt in his mind that you would be pregnant in a couple of weeks. Even the blind could see that. As many times as he bred you…shit, you might have twins.

He had fucked up…big time….

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