#so i wont be able to drive for a while yet

[problematicsashawaybright]

Guess who now has a savings account AND actual money in their savings account instead of the same singular checking account I've had since high school. It's like I'm an actual adult with financial responsibility or something.......

[ignoringmyexams]

jason is in the kitchen after patrol the night before halloween, wondering if he should get some takeaway, when his phone rings.

"who the hell calls this late at night? its 4am.."

its your name. he picks up at once.

"hey, you awake? can i come over?" , by the tone in your voice, it seems like you wont take no for an answer.

"it doesnt matter" you continue, "im already standing outside of your door"

this is the only safehouses you know about, and jason has been careful to make you think that he lives there all the time. usually he wouldnt risk you seeing his red hood gear, but at 4am, he thought it was safe to head here, as it was his nearest and largest apartment. he really didnt want to run 10 minutes through the cold and rainy october night to get to the next safehouse, and so now he finds himself rushing to hide his gear someplace you wont find it.

"uh, sure, just wait and ill let you in" he manages to stammer out, feeling nervous not only because he didnt want you to find out his secret identity. he never thought he would end up in this situation that night he met you at that dive bar on the outskirts of crime alley. you were so obviously out of place there, hanging out with your friends, anybody could see that you were students from gotham university, on the hunt for a cheap beer. he and roy had quickly stepped in under the guise of being friendly drunks, to protect you from the leer of some of gothams underbelly.

since then, youd kept coming to the dive bar, and jason kept coming to look out for you. after a while he just accepted that youd managed to work your way into his life, and now hed drive halfway across the city to meet you for lunch after your lectures. at some point, he noticed that his gaze seemed to linger longer that it had used to, and by now he had realized that he was mad about you. something he hoped you still were oblivious to.

"i promise you, you wont regret it. ive brought takeaway!" you chirped back at him.

jason lets you in, and hungrily takes the bag from you. by now youve learned that dumplings are a quick way to get him to do your bidding.

"shouldnt you be sleeping right now? i remember you saying that you have an early lecture tomorrow, or, today i guess." jason asked you. in fact he knew you had an early lecture, because he had your schedule memorized by now, to be able to suprise you with lunch. at this point his brain blocked out other dates and appointments to be able to remember more about you, someting that got him in trouble with bruce every time he forgot training sessions, or family meetings.

you were sat on the sofa, taking up as much space as you possibly could, something you did every time you came over. jason watched as your face turned deadly serious.

"jason, what im about to tell you cant leave this room. you have to promise me."

"of course" he reassured, worried now, "you can tell me everything",

"you sure?" you shot back, "i dont want this to change our relationship, or the way you view me, ok? im still the same person ive always been."

now he was really worried.

"im batman." you said with a completely straight face. "vengeance never sleeps, and so neither can i."

he looked at you with the most deadpan expression he could manage at that point. you held out in silence for what seemed an impressive amount of time before you cracked.

"its true" you wheezed out, "my friends want me to be batman at the halloween party tomorrow, but the costume hasnt arrived yet. and so ive got to use last years costume instead."

the infamous costume of halloween last year. the one jason never got to see you in, as he didnt know you at the time. he hasnt even seen a picture, but the thought that you own it is enough to drive him crazy.

"and so i wondered", you continued, "if i, pretty pleeeasee, could borrow your leather jacket, you know, the one that maches red hoods perfectly?"

now usually, jason would have said no. no one touches that jacket. but its you. and jason was also invited to said halloween party. and if youre going to make him socialize, he might as well have something to look at while doing it. and so he throws the jacket at you.

"try it on", and you do.

although jason is taller and broader than you, you still have some muscle on you, that fills out the arms and shoulders of the jacket in a way that makes it look just oversized instead of akward.

jason almost wants you to keep it. the smile he receives when he lets you borrow it is all he can think of the rest of that night, as he eats the dumplings you left for him.

[qrrieterisunnq]

Yay! So happy for you and congratulations! I’ll order: Blackberry Shrub and “If i have to pull over, you wont be able to walk for the next week” with luke hughes

Ride From Club - Luke Hughes

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MINORS DNI - 18+ content below the cut — WARNINGS: 18+ scenes, cockplaying — SUMMARY: A drunken tease on the ride home turns serious when Luke promises to show you exactly what happens to bad girls who don’t behave. — WORD COUNT: 0,6K — AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you so much for your support!

Drunk, you are laughing at one of Nico’s stupid jokes. You are sitting in one of the local clubs, enjoying your night out with a few of the devil's boys.

“Shut up, Nico!” Dawson groans when Nico finishes yet another joke. One that isn’t even funny, but since he's drunk, Nico thinks it's hilarious.

“Why? I-It was funny!” he laughs again, sipping from his beer. “Right, y/n!” he turns his head in your way, grinning like a clown.  

Grinning back at him, you nod your head as you try not to squirt the drink out of your mouth.

Closing your eyes, you enjoy the taste of tequila in your mouth. The taste is so satisfying and just so good, you relax, not thinking about the fact that you’re sitting on a bar chair.

So, without thinking, you lean back, hoping to rest your back against the backrest, but to your luck, there is none.

When you feel yourself falling backwards, you accept the fall, but instead, you fall into a hard chest.

“Oh hey, there handsome!” you call out, reaching your hand upwards to bring his face down for a kiss, but Luke swats it gently away.

“It’s time to go.” Luke’s spicy scent fills your nostrils when his hand wraps around your waist, holding you in place. Your head is resting against his chest, his heartbeat steady and strong under your ear.  

“Okay,” you mumble, not protesting. Even though you are drunk, you know when you have had enough, and now is that time.

“Neeks, Daws, I’m getting a ride home to y/n! I’ll see you tomorrow at practice,” he pats both of their back, before he helps you up, pays the bill for you and helps you get out of the bar.

It’s in the middle of the ride, when Luke feels your leg moving up and down on his crotch. Firstly he says nothing, thinking that’s it is you just trying to get comfortable in your weird way of sleeping, but when you don’t stop and his cock grows harder, he knows what you are trying to accomplish.

“Stop it,” he grunts, clasping his hand around your ankle, he squeezes it and moves it further from his cock. You give it rest for a few seconds, but you are in a teasing mood, so your leg moves back to his cock, caressing in with the tip of your toes.

“You are hard, baby!” you giggle, nudging his cock in his pants.

“No shit sherlock!” Luke says back, annoyed with your teasing, but this time he doesn’t move your leg away.

As long as he can focus on driving, he doesn’t really care how much of a tease you are.

A mischievous smile appears on your lips when you get an idea. Using both of your feet, you lift his shirt with one, tracing his defined abs with your toes, while the other one slips past the waistband of his shorts, right under his boxer briefs.

“Y/n! Stop!” he hisses, his hand moving around your ankle, but not in enough time, because you already touch your cock with your feet, bringing out a soft moan from past his lips.

Giggling, you move your feet up and down his cock, enjoying the feeling of his veiny skin on your feet.

“Y/n! I mean it! Stop that!” he grunts, his hold on your ankle tightening, but he does nothing to move your feet away.” If I have to pull over,” he trails off to take in a deep breath when the tip of your toe runs over the tip of his cock, spreading his precum all over him. “You won’t be able to walk for the next week!”

This makes you stop in your movements. You know the tone in his voice, and you know when he says things like this, he means it. Really means it.

Full of shame, you pull your feet away, sitting normally in your seat.

“Sorry,” you mumble, heat flushing your cheeks red.

“Just wait until we get home,” he mumbles. “I show you how to act like a good girl.”

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Foul Play - Chapter 3

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

word count: 5.1k

warning: language

hey guyssss heres chap 3 !! i literally had multiple mind blanks while writing this so im not sure if it even makes sense or if its even good 😭 but yea other than that theres nth rlly much to say but if u didnt see my post earlier, i will be busy this weekend so i wont be able to write as much... anyways i hope u guys enjoy this chapter !! 🫶🏽 feel free to send thru ideas that i can take into consideration for future chapters ! 🥊

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Paige stepped out of her dorm early in the morning. A slight chill lingered in the air, clinging to her skin as she tugged a hoodie over her head and adjusted the drawstrings. The campus was mostly asleep, still wrapped in silence.

Instead of heading to the gym, she veered off down a quieter path toward one of the outdoor rec courts tucked near the back edge of campus. It wasn’t fancy but it was empty, and that’s what Paige needed. Just space. Air. No eyes on her. No bullshit.

She dropped the basketball onto the concrete and bounced it a few times, testing the way it echoed through the morning quiet. Then, without warming up, she stepped back behind the arc and fired.

Swish.

“Fuck Marcus,” she muttered, catching the rebound on a lazy bounce and stepping back to the top of the key. “Always pulling strings like he’s slick. Like I can’t see through that stupid ass head.”

Another shot hit the back iron and rolled out.

Paige cursed under her breath, chasing it down and spinning it back to her fingertips. She squared her shoulders, bounced once, and fired again.

Swish.

“Fake as hell. Always has been.”

She moved around the arc, settling into a rhythm, her body loosening with each motion, but her mind still clamped tight around the anger she hadn’t shaken since yesterday. Another shot.

Swish.

“And Azzi…” She scoffed under her breath, grabbing the ball again. “Little miss perfect attitude. Giving dirties like I’m the bad guy when she’s dating the fucking snake.”

She launched again. Clang.

“Fuck.” Paige exhaled through her nose, jaw tight. She hated how they were both living in her head like this. She wasn’t supposed to care, well, she didn’t care. At least that’s what she kept trying to convince herself. But the whole situation kept scratching at her insides like an itch she couldn’t reach.

She walked to half-court and stood still for a second, hands resting on her hips, breathing heavy.

“Can’t believe I ever had dumbass’ back,” she muttered, squinting at the hoop. “And now he’s out here tryna mess up everything. Again.”

She dribbled twice, dropped low into her stance, then took off toward the basket in a quick drive. Hard stop, spin, fadeaway.

Swish.

She let the follow-through hang for a second longer than needed, then dropped her arms and shook her head.

“Yea. Keep watching. Let’s see who gets fucked over this time.”

She kept at it, over and over again—every shot a word, every miss a curse, every swish a release. Her hoodie was damp by the time she finally stopped, hands on her knees, chest rising and falling.

Paige finally sat on the court, legs outstretched, ball cradled beside her. Her heart was still racing, but the edge had dulled slightly. For now, it was just her, the sky, and the echo of her own voice talking shit to ghosts that weren’t there but still somehow haunted her all the same.

As the minutes dragged on, the sweat started cooling against her back and the adrenaline slowly drained. She leaned her head back staring up at the sky, trying to slow her thoughts.

But then movement caught her eye.

Across the quad from the court, a door opened.

She blinked, watching absently at first until she saw them.

Jayla stepped out, hoodie tugged low and hair messy like she hadn’t fully fixed herself yet. And right behind her was Marcus, stretching lazily as he lingered in the doorway. Paige sat upright, heart rate spiking again.

They were laughing about something, low and quiet. Jayla swatted at his arm like he said something dumb, and Marcus leaned in murmuring something into her ear.

Without thinking, Paige grabbed her phone. She zoomed in slightly and took a photo of Jayla standing too close while Marcus whispering, half-turned, his hand casually brushing her hip as he stepped away.

She stared at the screen for a second, thumb hovering before locking it. Just a receipt. Not for now. But for if shit blew up. If Azzi started acting brand new again. If Jayla came back with some other fake excuse.

“I fucken knew it,” she muttered.

The same Jayla who canceled on her last night, mid-argument with Marcus. The same Jayla who texted her she “wasn’t interested anymore.”

And there she was, right in front of Paige’s face, hair messy, mouth smiling, standing just close enough to Marcus to kill every excuse Paige tried to build in her head.

Paige just watched with her jaw tight.

Marcus reached out and tugged the edge of Jayla’s sleeve playfully before turning to head off in the opposite direction. Jayla stayed leaning on the door frame, watching him go with a small smirk like they shared some private joke.

“Unreal,” Paige muttered under her breath, standing up with a rough push off the concrete. She picked up her ball and tucked it under her arm, chest still burning with fresh betrayal, old anger, and a fucked up sense of deja vu.

She pulled her phone out again, typed out a quick text to Aubrey.

Paige: omw to urs 

Paige: need to be around someone not fake before i throw hands

She shoved the phone in her pocket, turned toward the path, and started walking faster than necessary. Every step was heavy, but all she could think about was getting to Aubrey’s dorm before she said something or did something she couldn’t take back.

Her knuckles were white around the basketball as she reached Aubrey’s dorm building, shoving through the front doors with more force than necessary. She took the stairs 2 at a time, her hoodie sticking to her back with cold sweat and her jaw locked tight. By the time she knocked on Aubrey’s door, her pulse hadn’t slowed.

Aubrey swung the door open, still in her sleep shirt, one sock halfway on and hair shoved into a lazy bun. “Geez,” she blinked. “You look like you are about to kill someone.”

“I am,” Paige snapped, pushing past her and dropping the ball onto the floor with a thud. “I’m so fucking sick of this shit.”

Aubrey closed the door behind her. “Ok. Sit. Talk.”

Paige didn’t sit. She paced. “It’s not Jayla. I mean—I’m not mad at her, not really. She don’t owe me anything, whatever. But Marcus, that piece of shit is always ruining shit for me. Every time I start to get peace, he just shows up. In my past. In my face. In someone else’s bed.”

Aubrey leaned back against her drawer, arms crossed, letting her get it out.

Paige stopped pacing long enough to yank her phone from her pocket. “Tell me this don’t look sus as hell.”

She turned the screen toward Aubrey, showing her the photo of Marcus whispering into Jayla’s ear, his hand just grazing her hip as she stood in the doorway, clearly fresh out of bed.

Aubrey raised her brows. “Well, damn.”

“I’m not tryna assume,” Paige muttered quickly, dragging the phone back to herself. “Like—I don’t know what happened last night. But knowing Marcus ?” Her voice cracked a little with rage, “They probably fucked. He don’t hang around girls for fun.”

“Paige…”

“Don’t say it,” Paige cut her off. “Don’t say I should talk to Jayla yet. I will. Later. I just needed to not be alone right now or I was gonna lose my shit.”

Aubrey held her hands up. “Ok. I won’t say that.”

Paige dropped onto Aubrey’s bed finally, head in her hands. “And don’t tell anyone about that picture.”

“I won’t,” Aubrey said quickly. “You know I won’t.”

There was a long pause before Aubrey added, “You should show Azzi.”

Paige looked up, eyes sharp. “Fuck no.”

“Paige—”

“She’s not my problem,” Paige snapped. “Let her find out her own way. I’m not saving her from shit.”

Aubrey didn’t push, just nodded once.

Paige leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “I’m gonna find Jayla before practice. Talk to her face to face.”

“You sure that’s a good idea ?”

“I’m not sure of anything,” Paige said. “But I need to look her in the eye. Hear whatever bullshit excuse she’s got. If she’s real about it, cool. If not ? Then I know where we stand.”

Aubrey tossed her a water bottle. “Well… at least drink something before you go confronting people later.”

Paige caught it with a tired smirk. “Thanks, mum.”

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Across the campus, Azzi stood in front of her mirror, dragging a brush through her curls with slow strokes. Her jaw still ached from how hard she’d been clenching it the night before, and sleep hadn’t done much to soften the knot of irritation sitting in her chest. She felt anything but calm.

She was halfway through pulling her hoodie over her head when a knock landed at the door.

She frowned, moving to open it, expecting maybe Caroline or Kaitlyn—but instead, it was Marcus.

Azzi blinked. “Seriously ?”

He gave her a crooked smile that used to work on her. “I just… wanted to say sorry. For yesterday.”

Azzi crossed her arms. “You mean for bailing last minute with no real explanation after we planned that day all week ?”

Marcus rubbed the back of his neck. “Yea. I know. I fucked up, babe. I had some shit come up—stuff I couldn’t blow off. But I should’ve called. I should’ve said something better than just ‘I’m busy.’ That was weak. I get it.”

She didn’t respond right away. She just watched him. He was in sweats, jacket half-zipped, eyes tired like he hadn’t slept great either. For a split second, she considered slamming the door in his face but then his voice softened.

“I hate letting you down,” he added, voice low, “I just…I don’t know. My head’s been all over the place lately. But I’m here now. Can I make it up to you ?”

Azzi stared at him, her stomach twisting in a way she couldn’t name. She wanted to stay mad. She should’ve stayed mad. But instead, she sighed, stepping aside and letting him in.

Marcus slid past her quietly, and she shut the door behind him, leaning back against it.

“You can’t keep pulling this shit,” she muttered. “This ‘something came up’ act. It’s starting to feel like I’m not a priority.”

“You are,” he said quickly, moving closer. “You are, Az. I just suck at showing it sometimes. But I care about you. I swear.”

She searched his face, trying to read something deeper beneath the apology, some crack in the surface but there was nothing. Just those soft eyes and that familiar voice, saying all the right things in all the right ways.

Azzi exhaled slowly, tension easing in her chest. “Fine. But you’re buying me breakfast.”

Marcus grinned. “Bet.”

They sat down on her bed, Marcus pulling Azzi’s legs into his lap as they leaned back against the headboard, scrolling through food delivery options on his phone. Azzi let her head fall onto his shoulder, eyes half-lidded, the warmth of his body sinking into her skin.

A few quiet minutes passed as they sat together, the hum of Marcus’s voice filling the room while he scrolled on his phone.

“You want pancakes or something heavier ?” he asked, glancing at her briefly.

Azzi gave a small shrug. “Pancakes are fine.”

He clicked through a few menus, completely content, like everything was back to normal. Like she hadn’t been up half the night feeling like shit. Azzi watched him for a second. The smile on his face, the way he absentmindedly rubbed her shin with his thumb. It all looked good. It all felt good. But something about it didn’t sit right.

“You got anything going on tomorrow ?” he asked casually, still tapping at his screen.

Azzi blinked. “Tomorrow ?”

“Yea, like afternoon. Thought maybe I’d grab us a late lunch. There’s that new burger spot off campus. I could pick you up around three ?”

She pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him. “I’ve got a game tomorrow.”

Marcus glanced up. “Wait, really ?”

“Yea,” she said flatly. “Trial game. Against georgetown.”

His brow furrowed, just slightly. “Since when ?”

Azzi scoffed. “Since last week, Marcus. I’ve mentioned it like three times.”

He blinked, then looked away, rubbing at his jaw. “Damn. My bad. I must’ve zoned out or something.”

Azzi pulled her legs out of his lap, sitting up a little straighter. “You didn’t zone out. You just don’t listen when I talk about soccer unless I’m scoring.”

Marcus raised both hands like he was surrendering. “Alright, chill, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You never do,” she muttered.

There was a pause before Marcus tried to shift the mood back, flashing her a lazy grin. “Okok. My bad. But I’ll come to the game. I’ll be there.”

Azzi’s stomach twisted. She didn’t know if it was guilt, or doubt, or just tiredness, but the last thing she wanted was him showing up out of nowhere after being mia.

“You don’t have to,” she said, already grabbing her phone.

“Nah, I want to,” he insisted, leaning in again. “Text me the time. I’ll show up, front row, loud as.”

Azzi forced a smile. “Sure.”

But in her head, she was already wondering what excuse he’d have this time.

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It was now late afternoon when Paige wandered to the back corridors of the rec center with her hoodie slung over a shoulder and her bag hanging low off the other. She wasn’t even sure why she was still trying to find Jayla. Maybe part of her needed closure. Maybe part of her wanted to catch her slipping. Or maybe she just wanted the truth.

Her eyes scanned the clusters of athletes filtering in for their sessions, but there was no sign of Jayla. Not in the hallway. Not near the locker rooms. Not courtside. Paige felt her jaw tighten until she finally saw her by the vending machines near the back exit, Jayla stood alone, fiddling with her phone, airpods in. She looked tense with her shoulders high, posture closed off, like she already knew someone was coming.

Paige approached slowly.

Jayla glanced up and flinched, her eyes flicking around like she was half-preparing to bolt. “Paige.”

“You free to talk ?” Paige asked evenly, voice low.

Jayla hesitated before nodding, pulling her airpods out. “Yea. Sure.”

They moved into a quiet corner between two practice rooms, out of view.

Paige crossed her arms. “So… you really gonna ghost me with a dry-ass text ?”

Jayla looked down. “I didn’t mean to ghost. I just—”

“You just weren’t interested anymore,” Paige finished for her, voice clipped.

Jayla flinched again but nodded. “That’s what I said, yea.”

Paige studied her face. The avoidance in her eyes. The way her fingers twisted the hem of her sleeve. “You didn’t even give me a proper reason.”

Jayla swallowed, voice tight. “I didn’t have one.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“I know.” She looked up at Paige finally. Eyes soft. Guilty. “I know. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just… I messed up.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “So you’re not gonna tell me what really happened ?”

Jayla opened her mouth then froze. Something behind her eyes shifted. Like she was about to say something important, and then swallowed it down. Her hand gripped the strap of her bag tight, her nails digging in.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

Paige’s jaw twitched. “Can’t or won’t ?”

Jayla didn’t answer right away. Her breath came shallow. Then, softly “I’m sorry. That’s all I can say.”

Paige leaned in, gaze sharp but not cruel. “So something did happen.”

Jayla’s eyes flickered just for a second. Fear. Guilt. Regret. She didn’t nod. Didn’t speak. But that silence said everything.

“I just wish you’d been straight with me,” Paige said, backing off half a step. “You could’ve told me you weren’t safe to be real. I wouldn’t have pushed.”

Jayla looked like she might cry for a second. “It’s not like that.”

“It never is, until it is.”

Jayla sniffed and wiped at her cheek quickly, then cleared her throat. “You didn’t deserve it. I should’ve been honest. You didn’t deserve to be left hanging like that.”

Paige gave a small nod. “You good tho ?”

Jayla blinked at her, surprised. “Yea. I’m fine.”

“You sure ?”

Jayla hesitated. “…Yea.”

Paige didn’t believe her. Not fully. But she didn’t press. She just looked at her 1 last time, then turned to leave.

“Thanks for telling me what you could,” she said over her shoulder.

Jayla didn’t reply. But as Paige walked away, she felt a weight settle in her chest. Not just betrayal. Not just anger. But something colder.

A new understanding of just how deep Marcus’s toxicity ran.

She was still replaying Jayla’s silence in her head when she rounded the corner and almost walked straight into Azzi.

Azzi stepped in her path.

“What the fuck did you say to her ?”

Paige blinked like she wasn’t expecting it, then laughed under her breath. “Relax.”

“Don’t tell me to relax,” Azzi snapped, stepping closer. “She looked scared.”

“Because the truth is scary,” Paige said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Azzi’s jaw clenched. “You’re a fucking bitch, you know that ?”

Paige stopped walking, chest rising. She turned slowly, meeting Azzi’s glare with one of her own. “If I was a bitch, I would’ve fucked everything up for you already.”

Azzi’s expression faltered just enough to catch it.

Paige took a single step forward, voice low and hard. “Your boyfriend cancelled on you last night, right ? Maybe you’d wanna ask him why.”

Azzi’s mouth opened then shut it. Her chest tightened, the sting immediate. But she straightened her spine and fired back, “He already told me. He got caught up in some shit. Stuff he couldn’t blow off.”

Paige let out a sharp, humourless breath. “Shiiii you’re dumber than I thought.”

Azzi’s eyes blazed. “Fuck you.”

“No thanks,” Paige shot back, stepping in again almost nose-to-nose. “You let him say whatever he wants. Do whatever he wants. You’re not just dumb, Azzi. You’re easy.”

Azzi’s hand twitched at her side.

Before it could escalate further, hurried footsteps pounded the floor.

“Azzi—hey !”

Caroline’s voice cracked through as she jogged up, Kaitlyn right behind her.

Caroline slipped between them fast, arm out like a barrier. “Hey. Chill the fuck out.”

Kaitlyn grabbed Azzi gently by the elbow, tugging her back. “Let’s go. Practice starts soon.”

Azzi didn’t move for a second. She just stared at Paige like she wanted to hit her.

Paige didn’t flinch.

Caroline shot Paige a warning look, then turned to Azzi. “Cmon Az. Don’t let her get in your head.”

Azzi let herself be pulled back slowly, her heart racing. Paige stayed rooted where she was, watching her like she was waiting for her to wake up.

“Ask him,” Paige called, voice calm. “If you actually care.”

And then she turned, disappearing down the hall like she hadn’t just cracked something wide open.

Azzi stormed down the hallway with Caroline and Kaitlyn on each side of her, her fists clenched and breath coming faster than she wanted to admit. Her face was stone, but her heartbeat was thudding in her ears.

“Jesus,” Kaitlyn muttered once they were out of earshot. “What the hell was that ?”

Caroline narrowed her eyes, glancing over her shoulder like Paige might come charging back. “Yea, what even started that ?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. She kept walking, refusing to look shaken.

“Az ?” Caroline pressed again.

Azzi let out a dry laugh. “She’s just mad Jayla doesn’t want her.”

Kaitlyn blinked. “Wait—Jayla ? Like… volleyball Jayla ?”

“Yup,” Azzi said, popping the p. “Caught them in some shady-looking corner talk and Paige got all defensive when I asked about it.”

Caroline exchanged a glance with Kaitlyn. “It looked like you were about to rip her throat out.”

“She was being a bitch,” Azzi snapped, rolling her eyes. “Talking like she knows my life. Like she knows Marcus.”

Kaitlyn raised her brows. “Was she saying stuff about him ?”

“She tried to act all mysterious. Said I should ‘ask him why he cancelled on me last night,’” Azzi said with air quotes and a mocking tone. “Like I didn’t already talk to him. Like I’m stupid.”

Caroline hesitated. “You did talk to him though, right ?”

“Obviously,” Azzi snapped, sharper than she meant. “He came by this morning. Said he had shit come up. I believe him. Not everything has to be drama.”

Kaitlyn pressed her lips together. “You’ve got a trial game tomorrow. Don’t let that stuff mess with your head.”

Azzi nodded once. “It’s not. I’m locked in.”

Caroline threw an arm around her shoulders as they headed toward the locker room. “Then don’t let Paige get under your skin. She wants a reaction.”

“She’s not getting one,” Azzi said casually, staring straight ahead.

She believed Marcus this morning. She still did. But something in Paige’s voice had stuck in her—sharp and irritating.

Still, she shoved it down. Game was tomorrow. Focus came first.

Whatever Paige thought she knew, it didn’t matter. Azzi wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

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The gym echoed with balls bouncing and shoes squeaking on hardwod. Practice hadn’t officially started yet, but a few girls were already warming up on the court, laughing, attempting trick shots, stretching.

KK stood near the rack of basketballs with Ice and Sarah, whispering something while half-grinning. Sarah held a roll of athletic tape behind her back, eyes darting between KK and the locker room door like she was timing something.

“Ok,” KK whispered. “Paige comes in, we tape her ankles together, and pretend it’s a bonding drill—”

“Absolutely not,” Aubrey cut in, stepping in from the door.

KK blinked. “What ? Why ?”

Aubrey just tilted her chin toward the locker room door. “Look.”

A beat later, Paige stormed onto the court throwing her bag down harder than necessary, sleeves shoved up past her elbows, expression tight. Her brows were furrowed and her mouth set in a hard, pissed-off line.

Sarah took 1 look at her and muttered, “Abort mission.”

Paige grabbed a ball from the rack and immediately started doing aggressive dribble combos—hard slams into the floor like she was trying to drive it through the floor.

Aubrey walked over slowly, keeping her voice low. “Yo. What happened ?”

Paige didn’t stop dribbling. “Don’t ask me about her.”

Aubrey blinked. “Jayla ?”

“No,” Paige said, ball snapping up into her hands. “Azzi.”

Aubrey’s head tilted slightly. “Why ?”

Paige exhaled hard, like she’d been holding it in all day. “I showed up to Jayla, talked to her face to face. She was clearly scared, dodging around everything but it’s obvious. Something happened. I didn’t need to push harder. I got my answer.”

“So, what does Azzi got to do wit it ?”

Paige ran her hand through her hair, the hoodie slipping further down her shoulder. “She saw us. Me and Jayla. And immediately came at me like I was the bad guy.”

“She confronted you ?”

“Yep. She called me a bitch. I snapped. I said some shit I maybe shouldn’t have but I was done being nice about it.”

Aubrey crossed her arms, keeping her voice low and even. “Did you show her the picture ?”

Paige scoffed. “No. I told her to ask him.”

Aubrey stared. “Paige…”

“I’m not doing her thinking for her, Aubs,” Paige muttered, tossing the ball hard off the wall. “She’s already made up her mind who the one in the wrong is. If she wants to keep believing Marcus gives a shit about her, she can choke on that bullshit.”

Aubrey stayed quiet for a second, watching Paige breathe heavy through her nose.

“Still,” she said gently, “the pic could’ve helped her listen.”

Paige turned to her, voice cold. “I gave her the match. If she wants to burn the house down, that’s on her.”

And with that, Paige turned and jogged to join the rest of the team for warmups, fury still simmering just beneath the surface.

Aubrey watched her go.

KK wandered over, whispering to Aubrey again. “Ok so… still no prank ?”

Aubrey didn’t even look at her. “Bruh. Read the room.”

KK backed off, hands up. “Noted.”

—---------------------------------------------------

They wrapped up practice about an hour and a half later, sweat-slick and breathless under the fading light. The sun was sinking low over the field, casting long shadows across the grass as the early evening air cooled. Azzi wiped her face with the hem of her jersey and kicked off her cleats, tossing them into her bag, her mind already half on tomorrow.

Caroline stretched her arms over her head with a groan. “My legs are done. If georgetown doesn’t show up with ice baths and respect, I’m gonna riot.”

Kaitlyn chuckled, flicking her water bottle cap at her. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m realistic,” Caroline fired back. “They’re aggressive as hell. We’ve gotta be locked in.”

Azzi nodded silently, eyes still on the field behind them, unfocused.

Caroline nudged her. “You good ?”

“Yea,” Azzi said, forcing a small grin. “Just tired. Thinking about tomorrow.”

“Trial game nerves?” Kaitlyn asked, bumping her shoulder playfully. “You’ll kill it. We all will.”

Azzi gave a quick nod. “Yea. I’m ready.”

They walked a little further, the gravel crunching under their sneakers.

“Marcus is coming,” Azzi added casually, like she wasn’t already bracing herself for a reaction.

Kaitlyn glanced at Caroline, then back at Azzi. “Oh.”

Caroline kept her expression neutral. “Nice. He’s… showing up ?”

Azzi caught the loaded pause but ignored it. “Yea. He said he’ll be front row. Loud and all.”

Kaitlyn chewed the inside of her cheek for a beat. “Cool. Hopefully he brings snacks or something.”

Azzi let out a short laugh but didn’t look at either of them. “He’s trying. That’s what matters, right ?”

Caroline finally spoke. “Yea. Just… you know. Focus on you tomorrow. No distractions.”

Azzi nodded again, more stiffly this time. “I am. I will.”

But she could still feel Paige’s words in her head.

“Ask him, if you actually care.”

Azzi tried to shake it, tightening her hair like it would somehow tighten her focus too. She wasn’t going to spiral. Not now.

“You guys wanna get a bite ?” Caroline offered as they reached the parking lot. “Fuel up for domination ?”

Kaitlyn slung her bag over 1 shoulder. “Only if we get those chicken wraps again.”

Azzi hesitated, then gave a small smile. “You guys go. I think I’m just gonna head back. Shower, get my hair done then chill.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. “Alright. We’ll see you tomorrow ?”

“Bright and early,” Azzi promised. 

They exchanged brief goodbyes before splitting off. Azzi walked the rest of the way back alone. Her fingers hovered over Marcus’ name in her messages for a second.

Then she locked her phone and shoved it into her pocket.

She’d see him tomorrow anyways.

—---------------------------------------------------

Paige was out the door as soon as practice finished without a post-practice stretch, no fist bumps, no banter. Just a muttered “I’m out” to Geno and the sharp slam of the exit as she stormed through it. 

She didn’t stop walking until she hit her dorm.

The second the door clicked behind her, she dropped her bag, peeled off her hoodie, and kicked off her shoes hard enough to knock 1 under the desk. She sat on the edge of her bed, breathing heavy, palms planted on her thighs bracing herself.

No music. No tv. Just silence and the hum of early evening campus life outside the window.

A soft knock broke through the quiet.

Paige didn’t move.

Another knock, this one followed by, “Paige. It’s me.”

She sighed through her nose. “It’s open.”

Aubrey eased the door open and stepped in, closing it behind her without a word. She leaned against the dresser and crossed her arms, scanning Paige for a second before speaking.

“You didn’t say bye.”

“I didn’t feel like talking,” Paige muttered.

“Clearly.”

Aubrey stayed quiet for a beat before pushing off the dresser and sitting on the desk chair across from her. “I know I asked… But why didn’t you just show her the picture?”

Paige’s jaw ticked. “Well if she wasn’t such a bitch, I would’ve.”

Aubrey blinked. “Seriously ?”

“Yea. If she hadn’t come at me like she did then maybe I would’ve helped her out. Maybe I would’ve let her in.” Paige’s voice was bitter. “But nah. She can suffer. Let her be with that dickhead. That’s what she picked.”

Aubrey exhaled. “Paige—”

“I’m serious,” Paige cut in. “She chose him. She defends him like he’s got some halo floating above that big ass ego. Fuck that.”

Aubrey leaned forward a little. “Ok, but if you’d shown her the picture—if you’d let her see what he’s actually doing, maybe it would’ve ruined him. You would’ve gotten your payback.”

Paige let out a humorless laugh. “That’s not how I want my payback.”

Aubrey paused. “Then how ?”

Paige didn’t answer right away. She just looked away, lips pressed tight.

Aubrey narrowed her eyes. “Paige…”

Still nothing.

“…Who are you even trying to hurt ?”

Paige looked back at her finally, eyes cold. “Him.”

Aubrey didn’t flinch. “You sure ? Cause if you want to do what I think you’re thinking about doing, you’re not just hurting him.”

Paige shrugged. “Collateral damage.”

Aubrey stared at her. “So Azzi’s just that now ? Collateral ?”

“She’s made it clear she hates me,” Paige said flatly. “So why the fuck should I care ?”

“Maybe because she doesn’t know anything,” Aubrey snapped. “Maybe because all she sees is you blowing through people like a hurricane and thinks that’s all you are.”

“She could’ve asked. She could’ve stopped assuming the worst.”

Aubrey’s voice dropped. “Do you think she even knows what happened back then ? Between you and Marcus ?”

Paige’s mouth twitched. “Knowing him ? He probably fed her some bullshit story. Played victim. Probs told her I was crazy or some shit.”

“Then tell her the truth.”

“No,” Paige said, tone like steel. “I’m not handing her the truth like a gift. Not when she’s acting like this. She doesn’t want the truth. She wants someone to blame.”

“She already has someone to blame,” Aubrey said quietly. “You.”

Paige swallowed. Something flickered in her eyes but it vanished just as fast.

“Good,” she said. “Let her.”

Aubrey leaned back, lips pursed. “You’re seriously gonna go through with it ?”

Paige didn’t say a word.

Aubrey exhaled, standing up slowly. “I hope, when this is all over… it feels worth it.”

Then she walked to the door, pausing with her hand on the knob. “Because hurting someone who doesn’t even know they’re in the middle of a war ? That’s not revenge Paige. That’s cruelty. And it’s just gonna make everything more complicated.”

And with that, she slipped out, leaving Paige sitting alone in the silence again with her heart thudding, mind racing, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

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[stargirllt]

hi star! i saw that you write for spencer and I just read your responses to the other two spencer requests, they're so cute!! :) i was wondering if i could request a fic where spencer and reader are long time best friends and they both like each other, and then one night something causes spencer to confess his feelings to reader and it's just really cute and fluffy, could end with smut if you want but no worries if not!

hi!! i really enjoyed writing this so thank you for sending it!!

fem!reader x bsf spencer agnew, smut, sub!reader, softdom!spencer, fluff

MDNI

You hummed softly while you drove to Spencer's apartment to pick him up, expecting it to be a normal night, the ones you usually have with him.

As you pull up to his house, you call him. Per usual, he responds instantly.

"hey spence, im outside."

"okay, i'll be out in a sec."

You watch him walk out the door and hang up at the same time. The past few months, all you've been able to think about when you look at him is how he would look growing old. Those thoughts slowly evolved into him growing old next to you, grandkids running around the house, living out by the beach, taking walks by the beach with your dogs, it just sounds so perfect. Even more perfect to imagine it with him.

Thoughts of the world you've created for the both of you rush back to you when he opens the car door and then they go away when he snaps in your face. 

"hello? y/n/n? are you here?" 

"huh? oh im sorry, yeah"

"are you okay? you've seemed a bit, off, recently."

"I'm okay. You know, you've been off, too"

You can almost see the panic in his face despite it being a dumb ploy to get him off your back. For a moment, you meet eyes with him, and can't help but wonder if he's thinking the same thing you are. But, you get a spam call before you can say anything.

"we should probably go." You speak, he nods, you drive back to your house.

When you get there you decide to paint each other and order takeout. You pick watercolor and he uses with oil pastels, claiming they're easier because they're just like crayons but better.

While painting him, you let it slip that he has just the right face for your painting, causing something unexpected.

"you have a really good face for painting, like its just easy."

"nah, you probably made me look ugly, like a swamp monster or something."

"excuse me?? mine is so realistic, it's perfect!!"

"oh so you think i'm perfect?"

"n-no, thats- no, thats not what i said"

"woah, are you like choking or something??"

You both laugh when he says that. And in this moment, your thoughts of being with him forever rush back, scaring you into silence.

"okay, but like, real talk, can I tell you something, y/n?"

"of course, whats up?"

"i need you to promise something first, okay?"

"okay..?"

"promise that this wont change anything if you aren't okay with it."

"i promise, i love you, and nothing will change that."

"well um, i love you too. just in a different way. i keep getting these flashes of us growing old, living on some beach with like, a thousand grandkids. it sounds stupid but its made me realize that i love you. this is a different kind of love, this kind of love wont fade. i can feel it."

"oh thank god," you sigh out, relieved that he was feeling the same way.

"no joke, i have been getting the exact same flashes. its almost like some distant memory, and the people in them are so familiar but they don't exist yet."

"are you serious?"

"yeah, im so serious right now."

"well, i dont see any reason that we can't start trying to make those people exist." he giggles and then stops, having to retry that phrasing. "wait, i meant the kids and grandkids not us, that wouldn't make any sense-"

"spencer"

"yeah okay, can we fuck?"

instead of a reply, you laugh, hard, then kiss him. he grabs both sides of your face, immediately deepening the kiss.

"please, Spencer,"

"holy shit, yeah, i've got you," he moves his kisses down your body, stopping at your shirt, glancing up at you for permission.

"yeah, go ahead,"

he did as told, pulling your shirt over your head. then, as expected, he continued his kisses further down. so far down that he has to get on his knees.

he places his hands on your hips, halting his kisses to look up and you.

"can i?"

"yeah," you reply and give a small nod towards the couch. he stands and walks over to the couch, waiting patiently while you strip for him. Once fully bare and ready for him, you sit down on the couch. he sinks to his knees in front of you, spreads your legs, hooks his arms under your thighs and ass, and pulls you to the edge of the couch. Now that he has you right where he wants you, he goes in tongue first. 

Immediately, he's got a rhythm to his licks. Soon after, he slowly prods at your open cunt with his middle finger before slipping it inside. he revels in the noises you make for him when you're about to cum. right then is when he pulls back completely, leaving you whining his name under him.

"Spencer please, you're so good. please let me cum,"

"not yet, want you to cum on my cock."

you shiver slightly at his words, imagining what that would be like. Apparently you were so engrossed in your fantasy that you failed to realize that he was fully naked now, directly in front of you. he had his dick in hand and he would've already been inside you if it weren't for his awareness.

"baby, are you ready?"

"mhm, yes please,"

Instead of responding, he just pushes into you. When he bottoms out, he lets out a loud groan and you cant help but do the same.

"oh you're so good, spence."

he just quietly whines in return.

he eventually sets a good pace after teasing for, what you consider to be, far too long. the whole time, he has you moaning under him, only spurring him further into you.

He leans down and kisses you soft and sweet, contradictory to the way he's pounding you. That alone makes you cum, your tight cunt squeezing him, making him finish directly after.

You both just lie there for a while, enjoying each other's presence and getting even more used to the way it'll be forever.

[minimafioso]

Ramblings about ending themes and theories why Chuuya doesn't appear in them;

With the exception of S3's ending which shows the whole cast connected to the Dead Apple movie, Chuuya has not appeared in an ending song.

S1 & S2 are connected, focus on SSKK and Dazai.

S4 focuses on Atsushi and daily life at the Armed Detective Agency, though we get SSKK and Dazai at the end.

S5 focuses on everyone with a major role but has a lot of focus with Dazai and Akutagawa's relationship

Again, this one is particularly interesting as Chuuya has quite a significant role in Season 5 with his involvement in Fyodor and Dazai's plans. Almost the entire ADA is there, the Hunting Dogs, and several confirmed members of the Decay of Angels.

One could argue it's because his involvement was meant to be a surprise however, unlike in S4, Taniyama Kishou (Chuuya's Seiyuu) is listed in the cast of characters so his appearance was not surprising.

S3 was omitted as it included everyone who appeared in Dead Apple and is essentially a clip show to market it. The endings I included have art or edited scenes connecting characters significant to the season or tell a story.

It's interesting considering Chuuya drives the plot each season in some way.

Image heavy under the cut

Season 1 was his introduction season and while he didn't move that plot significantly as Dazai knew already where to locate the files, we got some insights into Mafia hierarchy and a brief glimpse of the duo known as Double Black.

Season 2 was him at his most impactful. Not only did we get the infamous Double Black episode but Chuuya also revealed himself and information on the Guild to members of the ADA who didn't know him and was a crucial person for Atsushi to see that lead to their truce with Port Mafia.

Season 3 is interesting because we had the 15 arc prequel episodes but they do not impact the main plot.

Instead we get Chuuya forced into the role of Port Mafia boss that ends with him being outsmarted and taken off the playing field due to him being a threat the ADA would not likely be able to handle. They took him out as quickly as possible and we don't see him again until next season

Season 4 gave us crumbs of Chuuya but his involvement saved the Armed Detective Agency and kept the plot moving forward

We also got the infamous OLD WORLD shot in the intro and I haven't forgiven Bones for that little bit of bait

Season 5 is infamous at this point, once again reminding us that Double Black is not a duo to be taken lightly. Chuuya's role was both as an antagonist but revealed as a secret ally. Once again he saved a member of the ADA and helped with dealing with the major threat, Fyodor.

Considering he is the second half of Soukoku, the duo that is the driving force in the partnership between Atsushi and Akutagawa, and a key piece that moves the plot forward, why doesn't he appear in the endings?

I have two theories, we'll go with that more likely one first.

My theory is that Chuuya will play a more significant role in the future. A running theme in the endings is a focus on Dazai and SSKK or members of the ADA. The only consistent member currently in Port Mafia that appears is Akutagawa.

Even by Season 5 Atsushi has not been at the ADA as long as it feels due to how long the series has been running. He's only begun to understand the landscape of Yokohama and the history ability users. Dazai introduced him to this new world so he's experiencing it in the light of the agency.

I wont go into my theory about Atsushi being the perfect pick to go to Port Mafia for narrative reasons, but that drives my next point. Port Mafia will probably have the spotlight again in the future. They've been fairly absent not counting the obvious 3 in s5 (Aku, Chu, Tachi)

Against all odds and near misses Chuuya and Atsushi have yet to meet. There's a lot of speculation about that but I think if Chuuya does interact with Atsushi it'll be because it's his turn to mentor the new generation of Double Black thus taking Dazai's place in the end credits. What does that mean for Dazai? Who knows, it's all just me theorizing!

The other theory?

Well, this one is more a sad symbolic one; the idea what Chuuya doesn't appear in endings because he doesn't get one. Well, to clarify; Asagiri doesn't pull punches with Chuuya and has stated Chuuya will not be having the easiest of paths. With the looming threat of the Storm still brought up by Verlaine in the present day it could mean he doesn't get a nice happy ending image like we see the ADA get in the S4 ending

"Chuuya’s character is an inexhaustible spring."

"I can’t describe the joy I get out of writing such a deep, intricate character and then having everyone read about him. I would like Chuuya’s fate to remain in the palace of imaginations. His destination is still a secret, although there is one thing I can say with confidence:"

"His will not be a peaceful, easy path."

- Asagiri Kafka, Storm Bringer Afterword

Edit: For clarity the symbolic theory is not the Asagiri plans to kill him off, but that he does not get a good ending showing off the people he cares for at PM the way we see the ADA in a group shot in season four

Asagiri says things won't be easy for him. But he's also very resilient so we'll have to see what is in store for him in the future

[syluses]

speaking of drooling and caleb, how do we feel about drooling puss-drunk caleb? just straight up overstimulating himself to keep thrusting and you can't even get through to him. that brother GONE.

Real 😭💯

pussydrunk! caleb is just caleb any time u let him hit, i think 😳 LOLLL when he gets like that, u truly cannot snap him out of it— he’s moaning endlessly in ur ear and babbling nonstop about how good u feel, how perfect you both are for each other, how that’s his pussy he’s fucking and nobody else’s ♡ he says it all like it’s set in stone, a simple fact of the universe- but don’t assume he’s being rhetorical- he needs your affirmation on all of it. to put him at peace if nothing else. if u dont nod ur head & agree, he might even take it as a sign of defiance— what, you don’t believe him? well, he’ll just have to prove it to u HARDER then 0.0

ahem… if you feel a sudden wet warmth on ur shoulder, it’s either his tears or his drool as he groans from overstimulation. regardless tho, he’ll blink himself awake for just long enough to wipe it off- he doesn’t wanna be gross or sappy (or appear weak) in front of u after all >_< dont call him out on this bc he will get a lil embarrassed- but he’ll cover it up with a laugh or a teasing, witty remark.

Oh, so you wanna talk about him getting you wet? Take a look at the mess you’ve made of his hips . (he’s proud)

btw. bonus points if mc hasn’t come yet so he’s just desperately rutting into her, indirectly edging himself- driving himself mad- as he single-mindedly aims to make her cream all over his fat, throbbing cock 😮‍💨 if nothing else, our gege is chivalrous!! its rude of him to reach his end before her!!! he wont be one of the many snotty, selfish boys that he watched chase his pipsqueak all around campus- fixated on getting their dick wet then dipping without returning the favor. he refuses!!! his angel deserves better than that 😤

Also i feel like caleb, even if he’s mad & tryna punish or teach mc a lesson, wouldn’t be able to get any sleep if he knew he didn’t (or God forbid couldn’t) make his girl finish 0.0 i headcanon that before their first time, he watched some naughty, female-focused vids until he was absolutely certain he got the gist of how to pleasure a girl. bro’s not even bricked up while watching the explicit material- he just sees it as a means to an end to figure out all of mc’s right buttons to press ♡ but anyway i feel like caleb goes into sex the first time marching, like he’s gearing up for war- confident and goal-oriented. He even acts a lil cocky. But then he gets a taste of her and 😫

Umm… its not too difficult for me to imagine homeboy bussing in his pants during a makeout session, but what about yall 👀

[lwyikas]

francis forever ft miya atsumu

w:angst but with little sprinkle of pure love, death

"I don't think I could stand to be where you don't see me"

“Did she cry after i left?”

"Yes but she fall asleep after playing with her toys ”

“I wont be late mom,is there anything you want me to get?”

“No honey, just drive carefully”

After muttering something similar to “i will”, he put the phone in his pocket.He would love to bring your daughter to anniversary you two, but he couldn’t afford to risk her getting sick. Although he was dressed thickly, he was quite cold, he didn’t have enough gasoline to turn on heater. He forgot to stop by petrol. He was sentenced to sit in the cold because he was confused. His head was always messy anyway. He blows hot air into his hands and rubs it, took bouquet of roses from next seat and got out of the car.

Here we go again

and autumn comes when you're not yet done with the summer passing by

The cold breeze of October, which he hated while walking with slow steps, made him startle. Unlike you, he hates autumn, anymore. Rain, wind are shitty mud everywhere, according to him, there is no side to make any beautification of them but he likes days when weather matches his mood. Partly, if the weather was sunny on a shitty day, his nerves would be more.

When he reached you he stops. Sighing, he left bouquet on dried soil. Sits on cold marble, he put his hands on his chin and brokes silence after short wait.

“I’m here, dear”

silence, all he hears is hum of the wind

“I’m sorry, there weren’t any white roses you loved, so i bought red ones”

silence

I end up on a tree-lined place I look up at the gaps of sunlight

He squeezes his jaw and turns his gaze to sky, he hates coming here to death, but except for his daughter, the last thing left of you is the tombstone. When he came to his grandfather’s grave when he was little, he would see people talking to the graves and wonder,is these people think how they looks from outside?

With his growth and maturation, he find out that this thought didn't mean a fuck. He had a painful process to found out but still did.

Stop it Atsumu, you’re not here to cry.

In a hurry takes out a paper from his jacket ”our daughter really loves draw, i can’t say she is very talented, but i thought you would still want”he put paper, which is small hand shapes and stick mens, under bouquet so it wouldn’t fly from wind.

“I’m sorry you heard this but she more and more looks like me every day, you lost bet” another pause “But i will never get that 10 dollar from you”

He passes his hand through blonde hair. It’s been two years, but pain still same like first day, it never goes away. He was never ready for this. You gave him many signals in last moments in your illness but he is stubborn man.

“I don’t freak out when we lose a match anymore” because now he knows that there so much things that will upset human more than losing a match. Not being able to witness your daughter’s first day at school, only he was there when he took her to park, chair you used to sit on was always empty while teaching her numbers at tkitchen table are a few of them.

“I just focus on the mistakes i made in match and i try not to make them in the next match” but he won’t have a chance to try not to make mistakes he made against you again.

no, today is your two’s wedding anniversary, 6 days later it’s your death anniversary,no negativity,even if his wife passed, he is still a married man who in love with her deeply.That wedding ring never comes out of his finger.

he miss you more than anything

It’s getting dark, before going home, he has to buy chocolates he promised to his daughter. Although he couldn’t keep all the promises he made to you,he must keep promises he made to her.

“See you gorgeous, don’t leave until i come next week” he doesn’t even find this funny.he leaving a kiss on tombstone, he gets in way towards his car. After getting into car, he leans his head against steering wheel and takes a deep breaths to recover.

When he comes home after stopping by convenience store,he don't ring bell just in case.His mother opens door,he gets inside.Leaving bag in his hand in the kitchen,he goes up stairs and watches from doorframe to his daughter sleep.

He’s liar asshole, this girl was definitely your copy.He slowly sits on the edge of her bed and gently strokes her hair so she doesn’t wake up.

When his vision starts to blur, his chest trembles and difficult to breathe, he cannot suppress his tears more.

i'm crying with him too

[colourstreakgryffin]

Heyheyyy!!! I saw you right for for, if I may van I request for Poseidon, Apollo and hades? Dokusha is like a straight up asshole and is mean to everyone lol. Uhhmm Idk if u still write yandere,but if ur not comfy w that just normal ror than:) thank you, have a great day!!!🫶🩷

I’ll write Yandere if you like! I’d love to! I assume we’re a God so let’s go with that! No problem, we’re basically like Poseidon except maybe worse! Thank you, I have been wanting to write for more Record of Ragnarok for a while now! Hope we get more of the manga and I also hope to get a request for Nikola. I love Nikola Tesla in this series 🥰

Poseidon

Poseidon despises your attitude. You’re disrespectful, you’re rude, you’re agitative, you’re catty… yet, he is so fascinated by who you are, even if you drive him up the wall by daring to berate him. The God of Gods, the King of the Seas and the man far above you, just a puny God/Goddess… he needs more of you and gets obsessed over it

Poseidon did just meet you and he has an uncontrollable obsession he didn’t know where it came from but he’s now addicted to it. You’re a desirable yet infuriating force; he wants you, he wants to shape you, he wants to mold you into a perfect lover, he wants to form you the greatest ruler of the Sea besides him

Poseidon, unlike his brother and nephew, will force what he wants on you very aggressively and he is the much more toxic Yandere lover. Kick and insult him all you want, you won’t get away from him and you won’t win whatsoever. You can be as much of an asshole as you want, he’s an asshole too. You can’t escape

Poseidon can actually handle your own hyper-hatefulness well… by using his own immense raw strength, using his authority as a Supreme God. Keep kicking against him as he drags you back to the room he labelled as yours, he’ll make sure you can’t speak for the whole night

Poseidon is obsessed to the point he will make you his wife/husband/spouse right away, like the moment he gets his hands on you and he often uses his marine beings to invoke constant surveillance on you. He doesn’t care what he has to do, he’ll get you and he’ll be able to smell your beautiful hair and he’ll have what he wants. YOU

Poseidon is a very possessive Yandere, he gives you orders and rules, and he suspects you to obey them. Do not and he’ll punish you for daring to disobey him in a rather… unfavourable way, the only man who’ll tolerate your utterlyunattractive bitchiness. Do as he says, he’ll praise and reward you. More food, more luxury, not a day in the semi-flooded cellar

Poseidon will absolutely kill every soul who just looks in your direction in the most violent manner possible. Do you think he has morality? None in the slightest. If you see him make eye contact with somebody, suspect him to spill their guts all over the floor. As divine punishment for tainting you with their filth called a existence

Poseidon is the embodiment of a very strict stern hyper violent Yandere, who gives you brutal punishments as to ‘fix you’ and isolates you from everybody, yet loves you infinitely

Apollo

Apollo is a lot less aggressive, more eccentric and protective! He knows you’re so rude and you’re such a prick, you have almost no likability but you’re absolutely beautiful, so exotic, so sexy. He wants you, and he doesn’t have much boundaries so he wont take a no. He always gets what he wants, he is the most beautiful powerful desirable God in the Greek Pantheon!

Apollo did just meet you a few days ago, you’re one of the few people that did not bend to his pure existence and fall for him. You were quite harsh and sharp, shocking him and that feeling… he is already hooked on it and he wants more. He’ll get more of you, rather you want it or not

Apollo does force you into things and he won’t even bother to tell you about what’s going on. He is quite narcissistic so his new-formed passionate obsessive love for you is mixing with his own self-centred mindset that he always weaves you into his choices, making you do as he wants

Apollo dislikes your attitude, it’s not regal or beautiful! He tries to fix your attitude so you’ll be even the more beautiful than you currently are. Even with your attitude, he’ll fight for your honour and he will not let anybody talk smack about you. He will enforce respect, even when you constantly disrespect everybody

Apollo may not be as violent and murderous as Poseidon but he isn’t as lenient as Hades. He will kill for you if absolutely needed and he enforces his superior position as the God of the Sun to ensure nobody will ever try take you away from him. You are his, you are his pet, you have his name marked across your heart!

Apollo is very clingy and affectionate, he follows you around all the time. He barely gives you time alone nor does he back down at your yelling and berating. He won’t leave you to be vulnerable! You need him to clean your back, you need him to escort you across Valhalla! Stop fighting him, he’s only here for you and your own good

Yes! Apollo has you meet his beloved older twin sister, Artemis and he wants you to bond with her since you mean as much to him as she does. He pushes Artemis to be patient with you and your snarky jadedness and since he is very tunnel-visioned, he believes you two are friends since you’re not trying to hurt her at all

Apollo is the hyperactive clingy affectionate needy Yandere, who unknowingly disrespects your wants and needs for his own wants. Though, loves you infinitely

Hades

Hades is singlehandedly the most caring and gentle Yandere of these three magnificent Gods that he rarely forces you into stuff with him without your input. He deeply cares for your wants and needs and thoughts, he asks you for your opinions yet he just brushes past your steely belligerent attitude, to give you the love you deserve

Hades truly didn’t care how rocky and honestly awful his first meeting with you, just a minor God/Goddess, was. He only cared about this rapid beating in his chest your presence granted and your razor sharp cruel tongue induced to his mind that it doesn’t go away… is he a masochist? He can’t be… but, he wouldn’t mind you looking at him again

Hades gets it. He’s the King of the Underworld, he is the greatest King in Greece history and he has everything a person like you could want and all the more so come on. Down to Helheim with him, where he’ll spoil you rotten and make you his King/Queen. You’ll enjoy your brand new home, he’ll make sure you do… yet, he’ll never realise him kidnapping you is wrong

Hades gives love language through his multitude of presents. All very pricey and very luxurious, all materialistic objects that show his passionate deep unhealthy love for you. Look at all the hard work he’s putting into giving you all this, despite the fact you’re ungrateful and always tick him off. He’ll excuse it all since he loves you, even if it means he has to give a slap or two as punishment

Hades has the infamous; ‘collects things you once owned’ trait. He collects absolutely every materials and items you have made contact with as to absorb your mark on them. That hairbrush, it’s yours but he feels the hair to smell it. That soap bottle, it’s yours but he uses the shampoo to feel connected to you. He has a shrine of you, it’s that bad

Hades is not touchy because he is shy, he is too shy to be affectionate to you in public where Apollo has no fear and Poseidon’s very professional. Surprising, yes but it’s true. He holds your hand, even as you pull away and he kisses it and possessively rambles about how perfect you are, flawed but it can be fixed. He just goes on and on, he’s obsessed

Hades is also the least violent amongst the three. He doesn’t fear to stand up to threats harming his beloved and he will absolutely raise his Bident and drag his romantic rivals or enemies down to Helhelm for him to torment them… he just does it sparingly, in order to protect your view on him. He doesn’t want to hurt you…

Hades is the most emotionally-in tune possessive obsessed Yandere who has built his new world centring you and constantly excusing your actions, since he loves you infinitely

[thebiscuitlabryinth]

I think what drives me crazy is that the Sage of truth is so eager in everything he does, where Shadow Milk's theatrics are more so a shallow mask of who he once was to hide his new fury and disdain for the world, SoT is genuinely excited and having fun. Which makes for a more bitter reality when you imagine he was like this in the past, and cookies not wanting to accept the truth he offered nor offering any new options(the debate thing), not wanting to think for themselves, just wanting him to feed them what they wanted to hear. There is also his pride, and how much he wanted to be heard and seen. Mix it all up and he was a disaster waiting to happen.

That being said, the fact that in the AU SoT is more of a traveling scholar and not THE fount of knowledge does give the idea that he realized the truth much sooner and decided it was better to release himself from the title and start teaching from 0 to change his fate. He keeps his past a secret for a reason.

But the one thing that won't change is his desire and ability to influence people. He wants to spread his word (be it deceit or truth) as far as he can. Which will always make him clash with PV, who wont actively force his ideals, but will defend them like an unbreakable law. As such SM will always seek him out, wanting something from him. Only in cannon, he wants to be understood, while as SoT he wants to understand.

AND PV. Not having his support system meant he saw the truth, and just couldn't take it. Really goes to show how important it was for the kids to be with him bc without them, SM or not, he wouldn't have been able to handle it all. Which is such an interesting and heartbreaking thought. Goes to show SM really was voicing the demons PV had been already battling with long before.

Sorry for the word vomit I'm just going insane over this AU and wanted to hear your thoughts that's all 🙏

YEP YEP YEP i agree with all of this!!

i suspect the biggest difference between sage and the fount of knowledge is ultimately the conclusion they drew when they were confronted with an uncomfortable truth. sage accepted it because he came to the conclusion that truth can be subjective and comes in many forms, but that does not make it any less truthful. the fount, too, realised that truth is subjective but rejected it, concluding that must mean everything is a lie. that's why shadow milk is so focused on this idea of a world where lies and truth becomes indistinguishable - because to him, that's basically what the world is meant to be. if. that makes sense

that said, i don't think sage was ever the fount of knowledge in the au, and that's exactly why they were able to reach different conclusions. sage may not be happy about it, but he can accept when there is no answer to be found. he is a truthseeker, not a knowledge seeker, and sometimes the truth is there is no answer.

the fount's whole identity, on the other hand, is built on being the virtue of knowledge and dispensing wisdom to everyone. i wouldn't be surprised if having that kind of image, paired with the pride that seems consistent with all iterations of shadow milk, made the fount unable to accept that there can be mutiple conflicting truths, because if that is true, then how can his knowledge be fully correct? is it knowledge at all? and yet, people will accept his word no matter what, and that feeds into the idea that nothing matters, everything is a lie. people will believe anything, after all! idk, this is obviously all guesswork - i just find it interesting that shadow milk seems to have a tendency to refer to truth as a singular entity, whereas sage makes a point of referring to truth as a collective co-existing

AS FOR PV one of the things i noticed immediately after ep8 is that, yeah, the whole fiasco at the spire could have so easily ended badly for him. i kind of off-handedly mention it in my black sapphire aftermath fic, but if candy apple hadn't released the gingergang when she had, there isn't really a guarantee that they would have had another chance to talk one-on-one to pv and give him that spark of hope before he genuinely gave up entirely. ironically, if pv had succeeded in kicking the gingergang out at the end of ep7, he would have probably fully condemned himself to that despair too. it's an extension of his extreme selflessness, i think - without a support system there to give him something to fight for, pv is very prone to spiralling into his own self-loathing

oooh don't apologise for the word vomit because this is uh. pretty word vomity too. i hope this all makes some kind of sense 💕

[markymarkhoffman]

Mark I think the time has come. I think you need to catch Peter in a big box before he can leave you or get himself killed on the job. He's probably not thinking straight rn because he's been away and he doesn't take care of himself well, and that + the whole UTI situation could end badly. But if you catch him you can take him home and take care of him until he develops Stockholm syndrome realizes he never wants to leave you 🩷 Good luck Mark! We're all rooting for you.

Oh Thank you so much ❤️, i really want to do all that. . I agree i think i need a week with him and he might not be so happy at first but i think i could tame him 🤣 cause hes a wild animal 🤣 he knows im good for him thats why he keep s coming back again and again .

What if i submited vacation time.for him and suprised him with it ? I would drive him to my place (if we planned to do that first so he would not think it would last a week) . Then i would do everything i could to get him to stay

I would be so good at taking care of him he wouldnt even.notice the days going by. He can watch his baseball and i'll have it recorded and then i can put the tape in again and he will think he hasnt seen the game yet and he 'll stay and watch it while i massage his shoulders . And i'll do it for 7 days . I'll make different food every day because i dont want to just serve him reheated leftovers every day

When he wants to mess around with me , i'll get even sexier i will buy more toys and clothes for me to wear he wont want to leave me alone

If he lets me shower with him i can wash his hair and body for him because it s sexy

We wont even feel time passing i will keep the shades on the windows shut tight and hide my clocks and my hunk of the month calendar

It will be just us , alone together, for a week

And when it is done , i will wake him up and say "what a night . Are you working tomorrow? We barely get to see each other. Last night wasnt long enough." So he'll think he was dreaming .

When he goes to work he will be confused but he wont be able to stop thi nking of me so he visits me in my office and tells me he wants to come over again .

Then he will tell me he likes my outfit and i will thank him and wink when before he leaves my office.

I will wear something very nice when he comes over . A better suit than the one i wore to work

He'll be confused but he will begin to imagine our future wedding

And then he will rip it off of me with his teeth

[stevie-petey]

hi m i'm not sure if you've done this blurb before, and my bad if you have, but i was thinking of getting a steve pov from his very bad terrible horrible no good summer when bug pulled away from him?? just his general thoughts and feelings on the whole thing from when it was happening?? love u and everything u write!!

ive done this type of blurb before but ,,,, i loooove diving into steves pathetic lovesick thoughts about bug and that summer <3

enjoy !

"its your first day of senior year tomorrow," nancy sighs against steves chest as they sit in the back of steves car late at night. theyre parked in front of her house, still have a few minutes before her curfew, and she seems to be content in steves company.

"yeah, i guess it is." steve shifts uncomfortably in the seat. he doesnt like being reminded that hes soon to be a senior, soon to be eighteen with a future handed to him by his father.

steve doesnt like being reminded that soon he will graduate and you wont be by his side like he had come to hope youd be.

its not that he had come to fantasize about you attending his graduation ceremony, or even help guide him through the college admissions process, but steve had selfishly thought youd be next to him as he crossed this next stage of his life.

and now hes almost eighteen and he knows, sometime in the summer, he has missed your sixteenth birthday, and he hasnt spoken to you in two months.

"are you excited?" nancy asks, breaking the silence. she can feel the uncertainty that hangs above them, steve has voiced to her before how fearful he is of growing up. she thinks its why hes been so distant these last few months.

june had brought a lively, vivid version of steve that nancy had come to learn how to love, and yet july his vividness dimmed. she had asked him what was wrong, if she could help, but all nancy had gotten in response were books about journalism handed to her with a bittersweet smile.

nancy has been too afraid to ask about it ever since.

steve thinks for a moment, though he knows that he has nothing to look forward to if it means you wont be next to him to tease him and call him an idiot. if he cant have your eyes shine up at him to remind him that hes worth more than whatever his asshole father tells him he is. "i dont know."

its three words, but its a confession that burns steves lips.

it feels as if these last few months have been confessions being stripped from him. confessions of missing you, that you had become his best friend within those months at the bookstore, of fearing that he will never truly be able to find anyone like you, so accommodating and accepting of his everything.

nancy turns to face steve and brushes a piece of his hair behind his ear. "i'll be with you every day, you know."

"i know," steve grabs the hand that fixes his hair and kisses it. "and i love you for that."

i love you.

the words feel thick on his tongue and steve wonders if love is supposed to feel like hes drowning. he supposes its why his mom drinks when his dad is away.

"i love you too." nancys blush is beautiful underneath the moonlight, and steve remembers how pretty yours had been when the sun had hit your face just right one day in the bookstore.

he wonders when he'll stop missing you. when your name will no longer cause his breath to stutter and heart to pound. even while youre away from him, unbothered and unphased by what hes lost with you, steve can feel you surrounding him.

steve will never know what he had done wrong that day in bookstrordinary to cause you to pull away from him, but he knows that he will carry the vulnerability you placed within him forever.

so he walks nancy to her doorstep, kisses her goodnight, and drives home with the radio turned off. he lets his thoughts wander to you, as they always do, and he comes home to an empty house and an even emptier room devoid of the light you once brought into his life.

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

if you’d like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

[hermesserpent-stuff]

So this is an au Im constructing with @honey-minded-hivemind for xmen evolution! This au is the yandere infection au.

This au is predicated on a silly idea I had where remy has the same face, nose, and eye shape as sinister’s dead wife rebecca. And has the same hair color as before she died it black. After a glimpse of remy through some cameras or due to hiring the guild for a job Sinister gets a little obsessed with Remy. Is that her descendant somehow???? He has decided, in that line of obsession in his head since he was unable to save his wife and sons from illness and death, that he will make Remy immortal no matter what Remy wants. 

Then he accidentally makes a viral infection that makes other mutant get a little (lot) platonic yandere about Remy. It passes through cuts. So a infected has to break the skin of a noninfected; scratches and bites. 

Those infected slowly have their pupils become ringed with gold, and the tips of their hair turn bubble gum pink before shifting to a reddish fushia. The infected become more flexible and have keener sniffers. They also have venom that acts like a sedative  when they the target. Target being remy. It doesnt really impact anyone else. The infected want to keep Remy safe, cared for, warm, tucked away from the world, and fed. They see the world as a danger to Remy and dont understand why he keeps fighting them.

17 year old Remy is not having a good time. So many different people come after him. He just wants to be mostly left alone and wants to be able to do his job!!

Plot stages ish:

Logan is the first infected, accidentally getting involved in one of SInisters abandoned labs that happens to hold the infection. He starts having an urge. That blends with a lot of his other feral urges to hunt for a particularly sweet and soothing scent. It slowly starts to drive him nuts when he does not have the scent in front of him. He hunts down Remy who is outside of the Acoylte base for a small job Magneto wanted him to run. WOlverine is nearly fully feral and they have a bit of a fight before Wolvie pins him and tries a bit of the X-men spiel “theres good in you. You can do better ect.” but since his brain is altered he wont take no for an answer and drags a pissed off Remy back towards the . Remy refuses to say his real name so everyone is calling him gambit.

Logan drags the kit to safety for the night and feeds hims and makes sure he gets all the blankets but Remy gets out of the motel the next morning with ease and Logan tracks him down. The acolytes get involved with this fight and they all get infected (colossus, pyro, and Creed)

Back to base:

When they get back to the acolyte base the infected start to grow noticeably more  overprotective and overbearing and overwhelming which Remy is not used to from anyone, as thieves generally try to go unnoticed. Remy begins to worry over how they are acting. He had become colleges and sort of enemies with these people over the last few months and he knows they dont act… like this. 

“hes really worried over how they were acting. gambit looks up from his mug of coffee as creed offers him another pillow. no. this is too weird. he gets up and collosus pushes him back down. and Remy does not take well to being shoved around”

Creed keeps trying to make the nest softer, colossus keeps trying to get him warm drinks and pyro, who has always eaten Remy’s food with delight (stealing it at times till Remy just started making enough for the team and feeding the lot of them) starts talking about learning to cook for Remy. 

Remy notes the physical changes and decides that this might not be mind control and he needs help solving this. 

He slips out while they are sleeping because this batch of yandere have not yet learned that he can be very slippery when he wants to be.

Return of the feral:

Logan tackles him as soon as he gets out of the base as the feral had been trying to hunt him down and he is dragged back to the X Men mansion, much to his irritation. He has work to do !!!

Some convos:

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Remy, greeting Xavier: Please get him OFF ME!!!

Xavier: in his pajamas, was awoken, is concerned

Xavier: Remy?? Logan, why do you have Remy??

Logan: snaps out of it a bit

Logan: Wait... when did we get here?

Remy: You don't know?!

Remy is furious.

Remy: Well if you dont know when and why, then Im outta here!!

Logan: *growls* no.

Remy: the hell you mean no homme!!??? *angry cajun noises*

Logan: It's cold, it's dark, and it's bedtime

Remy: So?! I don't live here!!!

Logan: Well... why don't you? Live here, then?

Remy: ...

Remy: Are you serious?

Xavier: Logan, please explain yourself

Logan: Look at him xaiver. hes a tiny pup. he needs to be fed more. and he has good in him. he belongs here. where it is safe. much safer than wandering around!

Xavier: We can discuss this over tea

Remy: Hmph!

Later-

Xavier: sees the good in Remy

Xavier: Hmmm... despite my friend's odd way of bringing you here for a visit, perhaps you would like to join us, my boy?

Remy: ???

Remy: Non. I got a job to get back to monsieur. Merci for the tea, but I need to go... Theres somethin' I need to figure out and fix *thinking of the acolytes strangeness*

Logan is very not pleased. 

Logan: Its two in the morning. youre not going out in the dark with no sleep! bed!

Remy; Then you let this cajun leave?

logan: *shrugs*

Xavier: If you decide to

Remy: Oookay?

Later- 

Remy: is in bed

Remy: is enjoying the warm blankets

Logan: is guarding his door 

Storm: Is that necessary?

Logan: Hrmmmm... yes

--

Remy slips out through a window at the crack of dawn and Logan flies into a worried rage that scares some of the x-men. Now the X-Teens are trying to find Gambit, so they'll know he's okay, and so Logan can calm down. Something’s not right…

The hunt:

Remy is now on the run while trying to figure out the problem. But his knowledge of medical science is limited. But he utilizes every connection he has and does a ton of research. And all these people are following him. He is in less control of his charges and other powers because of a lack of sleep. Gambit is slowly losing his mind and jumping at shadows and waking up at tiny noises in the middle of the night. Does not help that the Acolytes had burst in while he slept more than once. 

He fights with both teams more than once.

(TBC)

[drakestwin]

Maybe some niko fluff yk ☹️ like him being clingy yk yk (if you can bae if not its okay but thank you i love you)

“Don’t leave me”

Summary: Niko doesn’t want you to leave him on his special day!!!!

Warnings: none just fluff 😘

a/n: I LITERALLY LOVE WHOEVER SENT THIS SO MUCH 😭 YOU GUYS ARE SOOOO SWEET ITS AMAZING!! BUT ANYWAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKOOOO THIS STORY IS ALSO GONNA BE BASED ON HIS BIRTHDAY! Also keep in mind that this is my first story so please don’t judge if its not good 😭

You had just woken up in yours and Niko’s shared bed. “Today is his birthday” you whispered, making sure he didn’t hear you. You scrolled on your phone making sure you got everything situated for his birthday party. You texted the beta squad and some more of his friends reminding them and making sure they were available for his party.

After you were done with that you shut your phone off and got up to go use the bathroom and get ready for his special day.

You were sitting in the bathroom texting everyone back since you just got done doing your hair. Shuffling across yours and nikos shared room was heard. You looked up from your phone and saw niko walking over to you. “happy birthday, my birthday boy.” you told him while wrapping your arms around his neck to hug and kiss him.

“thank you” he whispered and went to wrap his arms around your waist.

——————

A couple hours later you and niko were out currently eating lunch at some random restaurant talking about what he wanted for his birthday.

“i’ll be right back i have to use the toilet.” you told him while getting up. instead of letting you go niko held onto your hand trying to pull you into him.

“no don’t go” he said instantly pulling you to sit with him. “i’ll go with you if i have to” he stated causing you to chuckle. “please let me go i really have to use it.” you begged to him, yet he still refused to let go. "either you stay or you let me go with you" (🤔) niko whispers to you trapping you beneath his arms making it difficult for you to move.

"can you just wait outside the door or something?" You looked at him still trying to get out his grip. "I wont be able to see you then" he pouts slightly. you cringe at that, finally you get out of his grip and run to the bathroom with him trailing behind you.

"finally" you whispered grabbing your phone to call kenny, discussing the party that he was hosting at his house. After you guys completed calling you open the door to the bathroom and instantly get a bunch of weight thrown on you. Realizing its niko you hug him back eventually letting go.

"youre finally done" he exaggerates and slowly rolls his eyes. "excuse you" you reply back with attitude. "anyways we have to go somewhere but i'm not telling you so lets go." you tell him and then grab his hand dragging him into the car. When you guys get situated you start the car and drive off to kennys.

——————

About 30 minutes later you guys arrived to kennys house and was greeted by everyone. you were holding nikos hand and lead him to a random room that had some seats. Everyone sat down and just started talking with eachother.

as everyone was talking niko turned to you and wrapped an arm around your waist bringing you a little bit closer even tho you guys were literally squished together at this point.

——————

Time skip cause im lazy

Its been about an hour and it was now time to serve the cake. You had tried to get up to turn off all the lights to sing happy birthday but niko had pulled you back into his arm. "Don't leave me again" You chuckled, kissed his cheek and let everyone else do the work while you hugged him and stuck to his side for the rest of the night.

this literally sucks so bad but dont blame me its my first story ever 😭😒 I also sort of rushed it cause it been days since his birthday and I had to get this out asap! Anyways theres gonna be three more fics coming out when I literally feel like doing them. (spoiler alert, all of them are about aj sooooo yeah)

[b1adie]

Honestly thank you for being such a mood, I am so tired of everyone being obsessed with Ruan Mei and Jade and whoever else is meta (no judgement to those who do! Just a personal opinion) when I really don't want to pull for them, because I also don't find them that interesting/dislike (in RM's case)

with both ruan mei and jade they fumbled their designs so bad. ruan mei is a batshit scientist that wont stop playing with genetic code like it’s string and jade is straight up based on the devil in the garden of eden. and what do they do with these designs?

woman wearing a light blue version of the outfit every xianzhou woman wears and plays a little instrument and woman wearing a dress made of credits with no unique face/hair features (and seems to exist only for femdom fanservice??).

LIKE IT DRIVES ME NUTS. i have a jade redesign draft that i’m kind of satisfied with and i havent started ruan mei’s much yet, but i can appreciate at least that she has the double helixes on her outfit. the only devil-like design ive been able to find on jade at all is the bottom of her shoe??? come on. give me something here. i like her big hat but shes so NOTHING… what a waste of a devil/fruit inspired character….

draft of my jade outfit redesign if u want to see :3

i added purple because of Lavender Jade, and the red is for the fruit juice/bloodstained look. snakes of course. white gloves bc she would Never get her hands dirty oh certainly not! pearls cuz i think they look good on her. big eyelashes and hair tied in a low bun just to give her some distinctness. one eye covered due to her insincerity and underhanded tactics…

ruan mei’s isnt ready like i said, but i will be leaving her helix patterns in place while incorporating some designs inspired by yaoshi, tayzzyronth, and plum blossoms. i’m thinking she’ll have a jacket of some kind, possibly glasses, definitely gloves. her hair can probably stay the same… she might even get pants. would make sense for her i think.

[divine-domme]

29

29. Do you have a favourite CNC scenario? Which is it?

Oh my yes. Crafted very specifically for one particular person, in fact (though I would be giddy to play it out with anyone). I want to hunt you. I want to hunt you and I want it to be transparently unfair.

I want to drug you before we even set out so that your head is swimming at the start and you will only get more disoriented with time.

I want you mostly clothed in colours that stand out amidst the trees, but your top torn open. Just the right amount covered to feel like maybe you could salvage just a little control if you could just get away, while sufficiently exposed to make it clear how impossible escape is.

I want to cuff your arms behind your back. I know you are already drugged, but it can't hurt to mess with your balance even more and make it harder to run through the woods. Make it easier to get accidentally caught on something.

I want you collared and tagged. I'm confident I could track you on my own given your handicaps, but this isn't meant to be a challenge - this is me playing with my food. (Also sending someone bound and drugged into the woods with no way for a sober spotter to quickly zero-in and find them if needed is a great way to get someone killed - necrophilia is not one of my kinks, so let's avoid that?)

Then I want to send you off with a shove. Don't worry too much about falling - I expect you to and won't immediately pounce. For one thing I'd still need to get my bow out and strung and ready, but more importantly? I want to be able to point and laugh at you, stumbling around helplessly, struggling to stand, and not even gone into the trees yet.

And you'll try your best, I am sure. Will try to run and find a place to hide, try to stay ahead of me as I stalk you. I plan to take my time and follow from a nice distance. Give you false hope, see how far you can get, at the very least let you go long enough to be a little winded. And then start shooting at you.

Realistically, at this point you will be so out of your head and tired that it won't take more than one or two blunted impacts to send you crashing to the forest floor again, but my hope is I will be able to tag you from enough of a distance that you can get up and run some more at least once before I reach you.

I won't take you right then, though. I'll pin you by the throat, get out a nice sharp blade, and cut you out of your pants. I will trail the blade up and down your exposed leg and tell you how much I am looking forward to consummating this hunt, and I will press the flat between your legs to drive home just how obviously you are enjoying being my prey.

Then I'll help you up and send you off again. I figure the amount of time it takes me to smoke a joint is fine. Again, it's my hope that you'll be into things enough that you will just take off like a scared little deer, but I'm prepared if not. In addition to helping me time things, if you don't run, I can just pick a bit of exposed skin and snuff the thing between each hit. Might not be the most convenient way to get a buzz, but that is a tertiary concern at best.

Then we repeat the chase, but this time even more desperate. You've already taken one shot at this and failed. You aren't as fresh as you were then, you have new bruises, and now exposed brush can nick at your legs. You wont get away. All you can do is make it amusing enough to me that I finish things next time I catch you - I could easily just keep striping you and sending off worse and worse if you don't.

But I trust you to be what you are at heart - my prey. You'll run. You'll be confused and frightened and hurt and out of your mind high and might not even notice when you the next arrow drops you.

Do it right and I'll take pity on you and tie your ankles together, let the chase be finished. I'll grab you by the hair and drag you down to the river to finish up and clean off. Even knowing what is coming, you'll be relieved. At least until then you don't have to run just hurt for me. And while the next bit will suck, after that it'll be over.

I'll put you on your knees by the river. I'll cut your underwear off as neat as I can. Then, as I fill you from behind, I'll move the blade to your throat and push your head under the water for a couple seconds.

I know your body will struggle, but I also know that you will feel more alive than you ever have. Every time I pull you up for air it will be the sweetest breath of your life. The water and steel keeping you there every time you go back under will be the sharpest cold you can imagine. And when I cum inside you, it will be the warmest and most welcome thing you have ever felt.

So yeah, I do have a favourite cnc scenario. I have given it a lot of thought.

Send me a number and I will answer your kinky questions!