#I lost all my works and uni stuff

[lovely-menza]

my computer died so it did all my stuff in it ain't that funny coming from having a good month

[satuurnos]

assignment due at 11:59 almost done . now onto a presentation I have not made yet that I must record and submit by 8 am

[bubblyi3]

Residuals PROLOGUE | JJK

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: childhood best friends, lovers to enemies to strangers, fratboy!jungkook, heartbreak, uni!au

word count: 1.6k

content warning: angst, mild smut, mild languages

summary: jungkook used to be your everything. your best friend, your first love. but you both grew up and grew apart. he’s now the campus heartbreaker, a cocky frat boy who runs with the worst crowd. when a cruel dare asks him to destroy you just for the fun of it. everything shatters. trust. hearts. and maybe the chance to ever put it back together.

author's note: hihihihi! i know i said i’d be working on cigarettes and clementines, but i might kick this one off first. because... why not? i feel like it lol

and yesss this is an overused concept but i thought it would be fun to write one myself:)

taglist is open for this one, so if you wanna be added, just drop a comment! <3 this one’s set in south korea, but i’ll be mixing in stuff from other countries/states too. it’s fiction so i’m just gonna have fun with it and see where it goes :)

© disclaimer: please do not copy, translate or reproduce any part of this work without my permission. thank you!

playlist:

back to friends - sombr

do i wanna know - hozier (cover)

all too well - taylor swift

love goes - sam smith & labrinth

nights like this - the kid laroi

PART 1 || PART 2

You were born just four weeks apart.

Your mothers were inseparable since high school. Raised you both more like siblings than friends. Jungkook was there for every birthday, every scraped knee, every first day of school. When you got your period for the first time, he brought you a whole ass cake because he thought that's what people did for "milestones". When his first dog died in the nineth grade, you snuck into his room through the window and lay beside him while he cried into your hoodie.

And when you turned sixteen and got dumped at prom, Jungkook kissed you for the first time. He tasted like lemon soda, which was your favorite. His lips were hesitant, soft and trembling.

"You okay?" he whispered.

"I am now."

That night, neither of you said anything more, but something shifted.

It stayed like that for a while . Late-night texts turned into staying on the phone until one of you passed out. Sleepovers turned into sharing the same bed, breathing the same air, talking about everything and nothing in the dark.

He said it once, at seventeen. "I like you. Like... more than friends."

You laughed. Not because you didn't feel the same (God, you did), but because it scared the hell out of you. So much of your world had him in it. If you lost him, you'd lose your home. He is home.

Still, you kissed him back. Again and again.

None of you put any labels on it. You just thought that being the best of friends with Jungkook was enough. You didn't define it. You didn't need to. It was just you and him. It always had been. But friends don't kiss friends and they sure as hell don't hold each other like that.

Until university.

It started slow. You both got into the same university, just different majors. Jungkook chose Film Production and Media Communications. No surprise there, given his passion for visual storytelling that had burned bright since he was five. You remembered how fascinated he was with cameras and everything behind the scenes. Vivid memories of him pestering you to be his muse when he got his first video camera for his fifteenth birthday still lingered. Of course, you were happy to help. After all, Jungkook was your best friend even if you pretended to be annoyed at first.

Through his studies, he met new people and made many friends. Friends of friends, mutual connections. That’s how you came to know the group. Seven guys, including Jungkook, who were practically inseparable.

First time meeting Jungkook's friends, he introduced you to them as a good friend. He was honest with them about you being like a little sister to him. They all thought it was cute. Until one of them, who smile looked like it was made of sunshine, and an unmatched stage presence. Asked Jungkook for permission if he got the green light to sleep with you. You stared at him in disbelief, and Jungkook simply nodded in your direction, his expression cold and indifferent.

“By all means,” he said, earning amused grins from the group.

All you could manage before storming off was something between “fuck off” and “you’re fucking disgusting.” You don’t even remember which. Maybe you said both.

By second year of uni, he decided to join a frat, along with the rest of the guys. You, on the other hand, had no interest in sororities. You were focused on your business assignments and staying close to the small circle of friends you've made along the way.

As time passed, Jungkook partied more and texted less. Still, every time your parents called to check in, they'd ask about him too. Sometimes, those calls turned into full-on video chats. You, Jungkook, his parents, and yours. Like one big, blended family that hadn't quite realized how much had changed.

One Sunday evening, the screen filled with familiar faces. Your mum in her kitchen apron, his dad already with a glass of wine in hand, and Jungkook, hoodie tossed on, hair messy from either sleep or editing. It was hard to tell.

"Jungkook!" his mum smiled, eyes bright.

"Have you been keeping up with classes? That film project you mentioned last time?"

He grinned, the picture of effortless charm. "Yeah! I just wrapped up my final project. A short docu on campus creatives. Got really good feedback from my lecturer."

You couldn’t help but be amused when you heard that. You knew Jungkook had been filming around campus for his project, but you never imagined he could handle both the filming and the editing. Especially with how often he partied. You had to admit, you underestimated him. Still, no matter what, to you, Jungkook was still a piece of shit of a friend.

"That's our son!" his dad added, proud.

"Directing the next big movie, huh?"

You smiled politely as your parents chimed in with compliments. But you already knew Jungkook was thriving. Film had always lit him up in a way few things could. Even if he no longer shared that part of himself with you the way he used to.

Then came the question that changed the air in the room.

"And you're looking after Y/n, right?" his mum asked gently.

"Walking her to her dorm, checking in, making sure she's not overworking again?"

Your dad chuckled, "She's buried in business case studies. Needs someone to pull her away from that laptop."

There was a pause. The kind you feel more than hear.

You looked at Jungkook on the screen and for a fleeting moment, it felt like he was looking right back at you.

Then came the lie.

"Yeah, of course. I've been helping her with that marketing presentation," he said smoothly, "we meet up at the library once a week. She's doing great."

"Yeah, Jungkook's a great help." You said. Your lips then tightened into a soft smile you didn't mean.

Because that wasn't true. You'd been working on your own. Pulling late nights with your friends in the study lounge, quietly wondering if he’d even noticed your absence. Meanwhile, he was off doing God knows what.

"That's so sweet," your mum replied. "You've always been good to her."

Jungkook nodded casually, brushing hair from his eyes. “She’s got my back too.”

The call moved on, laughter returning like nothing had happened. But in that quiet space inside you. The one he used to fill so easily. Something cracked just a little.

He wasn’t lying to them.

He was lying for them.

And maybe a little to himself too.

Then suddenly, it wasn't slow at all.

He stopped calling. Started passing each other on campus like strangers, not even a nod. Apparently, Jungkook was too cool for you now.

He even missed your twenty first birthday.

And the next time you saw him, he was laughing with his "brothers", arms slung around some girl you didn't recognize. Completely oblivious to the way your stomach dropped when you caught his eye, and he looked right through you.

Two weeks later, your close uni friend Hana showed you a photo that he was in. It was of him. A girl. His hand up her shirt. Tongue in her mouth.

You stared at the screen until your vision blurred, then dropped your phone like it burned.

The night you finally confronted him was supposed to give you closure.

Instead, it gave you scars.

You didn't expect him to be sober, he wasn't. You didn't expect him to smile at you, he didn't. But you hoped, deep down that he'd say something. That the boy who kissed your forehead and called you "star girl" hadn't completely disappeared.

He was leaning against the wall of some house party that went around campus. Drink in his hand, shirt unbuttoned just enough to piss you off. A glint from his lip caught your eye. A fresh piercing, one you hadn’t seen before, and his sleeve was inked with new tattoos, still bold against his skin. You hate how irresistible he looked, given the heartache and confusion he's caused you.

"Jungkook."

He looked up, eyes hazy, jaw tense. "What are you doing here?"

Your throat tightened. "What the hell happened to you?"

He snorted. "What do you mean?"

"This." You motioned to everything. "This isn't you. You're not... this."

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching with something bitter. "Maybe this is me. Maybe I just stopped pretending."

You swallowed hard. "No. You're running."

"From what?"

"From us," you shouted. But it came out barely louder than a whisper.

There was silence and for a moment, just a breath. Something flickered in his eyes. Maybe it was regret or pain. Something real.

But then it was gone.

"There is no us," he said flatly. "There never was."

You flinched. "What about everything you said? Every promise. You-"

"I was a fucking kid," he snapped. "We both were. That shit doesn't mean anything now."

And just like that, the air between you shattered.

You couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

He turned away, disappearing into the crowd and the bass and the blur of alcohol and bad decisions. Leaving you behind like none of it ever mattered.

You couldn't sleep that night.

You wanted to hate him. You try to erase the way he held you when your parent fought for the first time, the way he used to trace both your initials on fogged-up windows, pretending he didn’t care if you noticed, even though he always did.

But hate doesn't come easy when love came first.

And no matter how many girls he sleeps with, no matter how many parties he drowns in, he'll always be the boy who painted stars on his ceiling with you.

The boy who swore you were his favorite constellation.

The boy who forgot how to look up.

[cinnamongrl2006]

what if…. English Major nerd!jason tutoring bimbo!reader… and reader’s entire mission is to just annoy him / flirt with him so he’ll do her course work so she doesn’t have to

* ⊹₊⟡⋆ mdni 18+ * ⊹₊⟡⋆

a/n: My queen @ditzydoe444 has some stuff about this that are soo scrumptious, so defo check her blog out, THAT BEING SAID— here’s my interpretation of it, enjoyy. Also, do we like the new format or was the three picture banner thing cuter? Also, this gave me war flashbacks from my uni lit class, that was WAR *

Warnings: fingering (idk, nothing else happens, guys)

When you were assigned Jason as a tutor for your English lit course you thought it'd be easy to get him to do all the work, a bat of your eyes and an empty promise and he'd be scrambling behind you like a lost puppy; however, you soon found it wasn't like that.

At first he didn't think much of the lingering touches and fleeting glances, of the way you'd rest your hand on his thigh and leaned over his hips to see the glowing laptop screen better, or how you’d chew on your lip, looking up at him with wide eyes; but then came the bolder touches, the flirting and pouting your glossed lips at him when you didn’t want to do the coursework.

And Jason, sweet and doting, smiled back with his cheeks and ears red and a boner in his jeans.

You prided yourself in the fact that you could get him hard nearly as quick as he got you soaked, you’d always had a thing for nerdy guys.

Jason was anything but stupid, and he quickly realized you were trying to lure him to do all the work, so when you put your hand over his clothed cock that day— running it up and down his half hard shaft while you spoke about the reading with feigned innocence— he didn’t stop you, instead he angled his hips up into your palm and groaned, smiling at your flustered look.

You recovered quickly, manicured hand gripping his clothed cock harder, complaining about how you just didnt get the coursework.

“Come on…you do get it, we’ve gone over it before. It’s just— metaphors.” His voice came out strained, breathy.

“No, Jay, I swear I don’t— can’t you just…do it so I can see what it is?” You whined, body angled towards him, buzzing at the proximity; your tits pushed up enticingly close to his face.

He could give in easily, reach out and—no. He’d voluteered to tutor you, not fuck you (no matter how much he wanted to do the latter).

All his resolve came crumbling when you spread your legs slightly and placed his hand on your inner thigh.

“You can at least explain it again, no?” Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling his hand closer to where you wanted it.

That’s how you ended up with his thick fingers playing with your clit as he quizzed you. Whenever you’d get a question wrong his movements would halt, if you staggered or didn’t know the answer, he’d slow down.

“I don’t know, Jay, I swear!” You whined, hips pushing up against his hand.

“Babe, you do know. Come on, I told you less than an hour ago.” His tone didn’t have that usual veil of stoicism you’d once confused with shyness, he was almost patronizing.

“Let’s do this,” He ripped his hand off your panties, his fingers glistened with your arousal when he pushed them past your lips. “If you get the question right, I’ll put a finger in.”

You whined, sucking his fingers clean. “Fine.”

“Okay, use your pretty little head, what do you think?” His words were sweet, calming as he snaked his hand up your skirt and under your panties again.

“It’s…lady Macbeth?” You whined, his hand now so close to where you needed him.

“Such a smart girl,” He pushed a finger in. “See? You just needed an incentive, didn’t you?”

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* I’m sooo considering doing a part two for this of just smut because I lovedd writing it, so if the anon who sent this wants it lmkkk!!

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[shaiyasstuff]

So I received this ask from anon:

I have recently had a very uncomfortable experience...I am a uni student and have to travel via train sometimes. I was in my seat, wearing headphones, and I could see in the reflection of a window that there were 3 guys looking at me and one of them was all spread out touching himself. Later, that man came to sit next to me and tried to talk to me or get me to look at him. I was just ignoring him, and staring into my phone and pretending not to hear him since I had headphones over my ears, but I could hear them talking about me. They kept daring each other to touch my hair and stuff like that.

Later when we had to get up to get off the train, they walked up to me and kept "brushing" theirs hands "accidentally" against me.

Thankfully nothing happened because they lost me in the crowd once I got out of the train but I was super scared they would follow me

I am so so so sorry you had to experience that. My heart was breaking as I read your ask🥺 I know exactly how that feels, to be completely helpless in those situations. I hope you stay safe always and be sure to always travel with a companion next time🥹

Here is the request for the LADS boys reacting to the events/finding out what happened to you.

You tell them what happened—the train, the way you were stared at, touched, followed. Your voice shakes by the end of it, even if you’re trying to keep it steady.

You didn’t want to make it a big deal. You just needed someone to know:

Zayne

He doesn’t speak at first.

But you see it—the shift. The stillness. Like something inside him tightens, coils too tightly to breathe. His face remains calm, but his eyes say everything. Fury, quiet and buried, held back by habit. By choice.

“They touched you?”

His voice is soft. Too soft. Like he’s trying not to believe it.

You nod.

He inhales slowly, jaw flexing as he exhales through his nose. Then his hand scrubs over his face, once, grounding himself. “Did you report it?”

You shake your head. “No. I was scared. I just… I just wanted to leave.”

His gaze flickers toward the floor, then back to you. “You did what you had to do. I’m not angry at you.”

He hesitates. Then quietly adds, “I hate that I wasn’t there. That you had to face that alone.”

You glance away, and he steps in closer. Not fast. Not overwhelming. Just enough to rest his hand gently on your arm, the warmth of his skin an anchor.

“Next time,” he murmurs, “tell me. Call me. Text me. Anything.”

His voice lowers, thick with the words he struggles to say aloud. “You matter to me more than you think. Don’t go through something like that alone again.”

Later that night, he doesn’t leave your side. He lets you sleep curled against him, one arm around your waist, the other brushing soft strokes through your hair. And every time you shift in your sleep, he murmurs something under his breath.

“You’re safe now.”

“I’m here.”

“They’ll never get near you again.”

The next morning, he drives you to campus.

Kisses your forehead before you get out of the car.

Then heads to the hospital.

It’s a quiet day, until three men are wheeled into the ER. Minor injuries. Nothing urgent. But Zayne hears them laughing. Whispering. Mentioning a girl.

The words catch his ear.

Train. Girl. Scared.

He stills. Completely.

He doesn’t ask questions.

He reads the chart, notes the names.

And when the others step out, Zayne lingers behind. Alone.

What happens next isn’t in the textbooks. It isn’t written into the Hippocratic oath. But he’s a surgeon—he knows exactly where it hurts. Where to press. Where to leave no trace.

Later, when a nurse asks why all three patients discharged themselves early and limped out without a word, Zayne simply nods and goes back to work.

He never mentions it to you.

He just holds your hand a little tighter the next time you walk through the city.

Sylus

There’s a pause.

Not hesitation—calculation.

A flicker in Sylus’s crimson eyes as he scans every word, every tremble in your voice, cataloging and analyzing it with terrifying precision.

You can almost hear the gears turning. Quiet. Lethal.

“Did you get a good look at them?” he asks. The question is sharp, deceptively calm.

You shake your head, voice small. “No. Just… their voices. One of them was touching himself. Then he sat beside me. Tried to talk to me. They were laughing. Daring each other to touch my hair.”

Sylus doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.

But his jaw sets, ever so slightly. A muscle ticks in his cheek.

“Scum like that,” he says, voice low, “always think they’re untouchable. Like the world won’t notice when they disappear.”

He doesn’t pace. Doesn’t shout. He doesn’t need to. His fury manifests in stillness—in the way his fingers lace together too tightly, in the frigid control of his tone.

“You’re not taking the train again. Ever.”

“That’s not—Sylus, it’s not realistic—”

“I wasn’t asking.”

His voice slices through your protest like a knife. “I’ll walk with you. Drive you. Put a goddamn tracker on your coat if I have to. But you’re not going near that station alone again. Next time, they won’t even get close enough to breathe near you.”

Silence. Then something shifts in his eyes as they flicker down to your clenched fists.

His tone softens—but only slightly. “I know you were scared. And I hate that they made you feel powerless.”

He reaches out, knuckles grazing your hand. Careful. Controlled.

“But you’re not small. And no one gets to make you feel that way. Not under my watch.”

You nod, and he pulls away.

“Luke. Kieran,” he calls out, without raising his voice. His eyes stay on you. “Get her home. Stay with her.”

Mephisto swoops in and lands on the back of his chair, watching in silence as Sylus stands.

He doesn’t bother turning. “You were tailing her. Track them down.”

His voice is low. Icy.

And Mephisto launches into the air with a mechanical screech that echoes like the end of a countdown.

Within minutes, they bring them to him.

Three men. Faces bloodied, defiant—until they meet his eyes.

There is no grand speech. No threat.

Only Sylus, standing over them like death incarnate, sleeves rolled up, gaze as sharp as a blade.

He leans in, smile cruel and quiet. “Let’s see how untouchable you feel now.”

By the time he’s done, they can’t so much as whisper your name.

And Sylus?

He wipes the blood from his hands with surgical precision. Straightens his coat. And walks out without looking back.

You never hear their voices again.

Rafayel

He goes very still.

The kind of stillness that unsettles the air, that draws the light out of the room without a sound. His expression—usually teasing, theatrical, bold—shifts.

Not into anger. Not yet. It becomes unreadable.

Cold in a way that doesn’t suit his fire.

“They touched you?”

The words fall low, sharp. Stripped of all his usual lilt. Dead serious. Dangerous.

You nod.

His hands curl at his sides, nails biting into his palms. The crackle of heat that usually dances around him is absent. It’s quiet. Controlled. But the restraint is louder than any fury.

“Give me their names,” he says. “Or their faces. I don’t need both.”

You shake your head. Quiet. “I don’t want revenge… I just wanted to feel safe again. That’s all. Just… stay.”

Something flickers in his eyes. Not disappointment—never that. But something else. Like the desire to burn the world colliding with the aching need to be what you asked for.

He exhales through his nose. Shoulders relax just enough for him to step in.

Then his arms are around you, pulling you in, holding you so tightly you feel real again. His warmth wraps around you, not scorching—just steady, grounding. Like embers at your back.

“Then that’s what I’ll be,” he murmurs into your hair. “Your safe place.”

A beat.

“But if they so much as breathe your way again,” he adds, voice quieter, crueler, “I won’t be as merciful.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, lingers there. “You did nothing wrong, love. You hear me? I’m proud of you. And I’m so, so glad you’re here.”

Your voice cracks when you finally whisper, “I was scared.”

He tucks you closer to his chest, hand cradling the back of your head.

“I know, cutie. I know.” His voice softens like dusk, like waves kissing ash. “It’s over now. You’re with me.”

You fall asleep in his arms, safe in the heat of him.

And later—when the moon is high and your breathing is steady—he slips away. Silent. Focused.

CCTV footage. Street cameras. Reflections in windows. It doesn’t take long. He’s always been good at finding the shadows people try to hide in.

By dawn, three men are reported missing.

One is found knee-deep in a freezing river, babbling about glowing eyes and a voice that promised worse.

The others? Well.

Let’s just say they won’t be going near open water again.

And Rafayel?

He returns before you wake. Washes the blood off his hands.

And makes you tea.

Xavier

He blinks. Once. Twice. Then goes still—completely still.

The words hit him like a punch to the chest. You can see it in his eyes—the disbelief, the horror. Like something in him can’t reconcile the image of you—you—with the violation you just described.

“They were… watching you?” he repeats, slowly. “And they touched you?”

You nod.

Xavier’s breath hitches, his hand tightening ever so slightly at his side. He looks shaken—not by fear, but by the weight of helplessness. His voice comes quiet, almost broken.

“I—I don’t understand… how anyone could think that’s okay. How they could look at you and—”

He stops himself. His jaw clenches. It’s subtle, but telling. Xavier rarely shows this much emotion all at once. You see the storm gathering behind his calm.

Then, with careful control, he steps closer. His hand reaches for yours, warm and trembling faintly. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. That you were scared. That they made you feel small.”

He swallows. “You should never have had to feel that way. Not for a second.”

His eyes lift to yours, and they’re unwavering now. That quiet strength he carries, the kind most people miss—it sharpens into something else. Resolve.

“I wish I had been there,” he says softly. “Because I would’ve stopped them. I would’ve made sure they never looked at you again.”

Then, quieter—like a vow spoken into the space between heartbeats—

“You won’t ever be alone again. Not if I can help it.”

He holds you that night, as long as you’ll let him. A steady presence. A silent promise.

But when you’re asleep—peaceful at last—Xavier slips away. Quietly. Deliberately.

He tracks them down. It doesn’t take much.

He already had access to security feeds, transport records, street cameras.

He watches the footage once, then again, jaw tightening.

Then he finds them.

And Xavier doesn’t scream. He doesn’t threaten. He doesn’t need to.

All he says, in that low, even voice of his, is:

“You made her afraid. That was your first mistake. I won’t give you time to make a second.”

They don’t know what hit them.

And the next time you take that train, no one dares come close.

No one even looks at you the wrong way.

Not with Xavier walking beside you—quiet, composed, protective as ever.

But now, there’s something different in the way people step aside when he passes.

Something cold.

Something earned.

[bluebirdsfeathers]

Her Office

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Relationship: Ceo!Wanda X Butch!Loser!Reader

Summary: Wanda tried to get to know you a bit better before you start working together but an innocent question bring out painful memories.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: age gap relationship (R is early 20s, W is like 40), Past verbal and physical abuse, Slight hinted at homophobia, Mommy issues bc i have them too, power imbalance?

A/N: sorry this took so long. uni is really kicking my butt right now and just when i thought i'd have time to write my research supervisor gives me a 400+ page book to read.

Inspiration

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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“I can’t believe you’re abandoning me… and for my sister!” Pietro joked as he helped you clear out your desk. You’d made yourself at home over the past few months working for him. You were sad to be leaving but excited to be working for Wanda, also incredibly nervous, like throw up into the recycling bin near the printer nervous. Not that that had happened of course.

“But seriously, we are going to miss you down here. Don’t go forgetting about us.” He patted you on the back handing you the last of your stuff.

“How could I forget you? I’ll be down here like every other day wont I? Wanda visits all the time.” you reply with slight confusion. Wanda was always coming down to check on things, like she must do with all the departments. You assumed most of your job would be to accompany her many visits around the building. Staying close and taking notes on what she says like you’d seen Theo do.

“Yeah, she definitely was just coming down here for routine check-ins.” Pietro mumbled with the faintest air of smugness of someone who knows something you don’t has. Before you could register what he said, the doors on the far side of the room swung open and in came Wanda.

 Her stride exuded confidence as she made her way over to you and your now empty desk. Her hair was slightly messy, shirt untucked, and instead of her usual high heels she wore flats.

“Got everything?” She sounded short of breath, like she had just been running. “The elevator to my office is being inspected so we’ll have to take the stairs.” Without another word, Wanda started walking back towards the door pausing to look behind her when she sensed you hadn’t moved. “Come on those 15 floors won’t climb themselves.” Suddenly her slightly dishevelled appearance made sense. You took a deep breath and gave one last look at Pietro, who seemed to be going to great lengths to not laugh at his sister, before following Wanda.

The stair well was in stark contrast to the rest of the building. Tall grey brick walls and bright white lighting. It seemed to also double as extra storage space judging by the stacks of boxes and pallets back here. You only seen them briefly while getting your monthly fire safety talks from a very unenthusiastic Dr. Banner, who once again felt the need to remind the group he had much more important things to be doing than this. As much as you found the man funny, he’s short temper made him a little scary at times.

People yelling had always been something you weren’t fond of. Your mom had always been so angry with you for not behaving like she wanted. The constant being told to sit, speak, and act ‘like a lady’ throughout your childhood had led to so many arguments. Femininity was just something you never had an interest in and the pressure to fit in from your family only made you reject it harder.

This never made the yelling easier, instead it had only made you desperate to avoid that sort of conflict. Wanda yelling the other day had scared you in a way you hadn’t felt since you were a child, and you were now desperate to make sure you were never on the receiving of her rage.

“Y/n, careful.” You had been so lost in thought you’d missed a step and stumbled forward. Wanda who had been talking non-stop about how inconvenient the elevator maintenance was stopped to help you pick up some pens that had fallen from the box you were carrying. “Do you need some help with that? It looks heavy.”

You saw this a challenge.

“No I’m fine, I’m very strong.” Wanda gave you a smile as she placed the pens back into the box touching your hand as she pulled away before turning around to continue climbing the stairs. Your face immediately flushed red.

“Only 4 more flights to go.” Her voice echoed off the bare walls was she turned another corner. You let out a sigh, the box was actually really heavy.

Once in her office you placed the box on an empty desk in the corner of the room. It was pushed up to the window and gave you an amazing view of New York. It was only then you realised how high up you were.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wanda came up behind you making you jump slightly, all this achieved was making the red head chuckle slightly. “You’re so jumpy you know that?”

“I’ve been told.” You gave a small smile. Being alone with Wanda was terrifying and exciting all at once. The reality of the situation hadn’t really sunk in till just now. It was going to be the two of you, alone, very often from here out.

“Can I ask you something?” You nervously asked fiddling with the hem of your shirt not daring to look Wanda in the eyes. Her beautiful green eyes.

��Of course you can, darling.” Her final word rattled about in your brain momentarily making you forget what you even wanted in the first place.

“What you said, before,” Finally a coherent thought, “about wanting me, from the start. Was that true?”

“Yes, why would I lie.” Wanda raised an eyebrow giving you a no-nonsense look that you couldn’t if it was fully serious or not.

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that! I just, why didn’t you? You know, pick me the first time?” It was definitely a word salad that came out your mouth, thank God you were better at writing than speaking. “I’m sorry I don’t mean to pry…” you added after Wanda took a second to respond.

“No, no, don’t apologies…” She took a deep breath as if debating what to say. “That first day, I thought you had potential,” she began, clearly choosing her words carefully, “I just wanted to, see if you had what it takes to you know, be mine.”

“Be… yours.” The words caught in your throat as swallowed hard, struggling to speak.

“Be my intern, my assistant.” Wanda rushed to clarify but something inside you felt like her previous words were more honest. Not that you would dare push her on it. “And being my intern comes with a lot of responsibility, so I hope you are ready.”

“Yes ma’am.” You say saluting the older woman, who found the action quite amusing. “What do you need me to do first?”

Turns out Wanda didn’t want you to do anything just yet. Instead the two of you sat across from each other in the strange living room area of her office. Wanda lent back into a large leather armchair while you sat on the edge of the couch, almost velvety, black sofa.

She offered you a tea or coffee but instead you opted for the remnants of the energy drink you had tried to chug on the train this morning. Your choice in beverage clearly wasn’t approved by Wanda but she did little to stop you besides remind you of their negative health effects.

She asked you questions about yourself, clearly wanting to get to know you better but you held back from answering her questions too honestly, scared of being fired or disappointing her which was somehow worse in your head. They were all basic questions, and you asked some back at her.

She wanted to know about your favourite meal, how to you travel to work, where are you staying, and when you were going to get some proper work shoes. Your real answer being when they made comfortable ones but instead you opted to say when you get your next paycheck.

Then she asked something that caught you completely off guard. “How is your relationship with your family?”

“My family?” You repeat to make sure you were hearing things right.

“Yes, your family, you are one of the only interns not from a known family in the city, you mentioned you aren’t from New York originally, they must be proud of you?” Wanda spoke with a warm smile.

You hadn’t noticed but during the conversation you had leant back into the couch. It was like she had given you permission to relax for a change. You didn’t understand why but talking with Wanda made you feel comfortable, almost too comfortable at times making you need to remind yourself she was your boss.

“They umm,” your mind went to the argument you’d had with your father when you told him you were going to university miles away, almost across the entire country, “can we talk about something else.” Your voice shook slightly at the memory.

How angry he’d been, how angry he always was. The same with your mother, always so resentful, never protecting you from him. You spent your first semester coach surfing with a black eye till you had enough money to afford to rent a shitty little apartment.

“Sweetie, it’s okay.” Wanda had seemingly caught on that something was wrong and moved to sit next to you on the couch. She placed her arm around you and pulled you into a side hug that made your whole body tense. “For what it’s worth, I’ve seen your grades and watched how hard you work. I’m proud of you y/n.” Her voice had the same warmth as earlier, it was sickeningly genuine to you.

All you wanted to do was melt into her arms, but you couldn’t this was your boss. She was just being nice, there was no way she would let you get that close to her under regular circumstances. You told yourself you wouldn’t let yourself get attached. You’d seen how ruthless she could be, and it terrified you to think of being on the receiving end. Catching feelings would just make your eventual fuck up ever worse.

Besides there was no way in hell CEO Wanda Maximoff, multimillionaire Wanda Maximoff, Old enough to be your mother Wanda Maximoff would ever have feelings for you in return.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” You stood up as quickly as Wanda grip on you allowed. “Sorry.” You hurried to the small bathroom in the corner of the room, locking the door behind you before allowing yourself a moment to cry.

Cruel words from you parents fought the gentle reassurance Wanda had given you. You took a moment to collect yourself. Taking several deep breaths and trying to get rid of the redness in your eyes with a little cold water from the tab.

The bathroom, like everything in Wanda’s office screamed sophistication. The mostly white tiles with the smallest hint of red complemented the plush red hand towels, and several well looked after plants littered a shelf above the toilet. Most surprisingly was the shower and clawfoot tub in the room. Did she actually use them? Or where they just there because they could be?

Finally you were ready to leave the bathroom, stepping out you saw Wanda quickly look away from your direction. Had she been watching the door the whole time?

“Y/n, feeling better?” you gave a weak nod. “Good, right back to business then, first order is sorting out… this.” She pointed towards you clothing. Since Pietro had never required you to dress professionally, you had never updated your wardrobe. You wore the same baggy, teen boy esc clothing you always did.

“Yeah, I thought that would be a problem, sorry about the way I dress. I just…”

“No I like the way you dress.” Wanda cut you off. “I mean, you dress fine, it’s just not… appropriate if you are going to be accompanying me to important meetings and such.” You couldn’t tell if you were imagining it, but you could have sworn you saw a small blush creep onto the older woman’s face.

“Right, there should be a measuring tape in the third draw of the left cabinet in my office. I have some work to get on with you can’t help with.” Wanda began quickly pressing the button of the, hopefully, now working lift.

“I want you to measure yourself and note it down. I’ll sort you out some more work appropriate clothing.” Before you could ask any other follow up questions the doors to the lift opened and she rushed inside, disappearing almost immediately.

Walking into Wanda’s office you looked out at the city, everything seemed so quiet, so still from all the way up here. Grabbing the measuring tape you sat down at your desk, getting your phone out to look up exactly what measurement you need to give her. You’d never had to think about measurements when buying clothes before. Your face flushed a bit think about the idea of Wanda choosing you some clothes. Hopefully she wouldn’t put you in a pencil skirt, or God forbid heels.

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Headcanon: Telemachus wears Odysseus’ clothes

I can’t stop thinking about this: I imagine Odysseus did not take notice during the songs “Odysseus” and “I can’t help but wonder” but Telemachus is 100% wearing his dads clothes in the songs in my opinion - at least the cape and stuff - to feel closer to him.

A day later, Ody finally takes a shower and goes to his closet to check out his wardrobe and finds it ransacked (like almost nothing is left that the clothes that are still present are only undergarments or oversized clothing). He asks his wife about it and she has no idea so Ody wears something a little big on him (he also definitely lost weight on his journey). During breakfast, in strolls Telemachus wearing his dads garments, belt, sword holding thing, jewelry and more, completely oblivious about the situation as both Penelope and Odysseus look at him in sudden realization. Odysseus does not speak about it as his son plops down next to him to start eating only to finally get what was going on.

He gets really embarrassed and wants to shoot up immediately to change and apologize but Ody shuts that down quickly by pushing his son back on his seat, puts his arm around his shoulder, smiles proudly and looks to his wife (who is hiding her laughing under her breath) and say that he will need a new wardrobe because a little owl kit has nicked his old one (or something like that). Telemachus, who is still embarrassed and red-faced hides his face in his dads hair, mumbling justifications but is told to relax and that it is fine and endearing and that Ody is actually happy that he could be there for his son at least in this way.

and now i’ve made myself cry by writing this out 😭

if anyone wants to write fanfiction about this, please tag me, i really want to see what people would do with this premise :’ D 🩵🩵🩵

Edit: now with official fanfiction by yours truly as well :D Can be read here 🩵🩵

Edit 2: another headcanon in this fandom can be found here (i'm already working on a fanfiction but work and uni have been crazy lately- if someone else wrote something, please tell me so i can thank them) 😭😭🩵🩵

Edit 3: I just checked in on this post and THANK YOU SO MUCH ON ALL OF THE LIKES AND REBLOGS! I never expected this to blow up like this! 😭😁🩵🩵

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Tokyo Drift

Momo x 1 Racer Friend

Proofread by @vorrentis

Word counts : 9958 words

All works are fiction

ENJOY !!

“ Hey Takeru.”

“Oh hey Momo, how’s everything?”

“I'm … a bit broke.“

“You? Broke? That’s odd? What happened?”

“I spent too much on stocks and lost a lot. Sigh .. should’ve been more careful.”

“Yikes. Even your savings?"

“Yes … sadly. Oh well, lesson learned, now I need to earn some sort of income to pay my debts.”

“How much do you own?"

“1.500.000 yen.”

“That’s a lot dude.“

“Yeh .. I know ..”

“You wanna catch up? Wanna talk more about it?"

“Sure. Just get to my place and I'll explain everything “

Takeru then drives his car to Momo’s apartment.

The place seems a bit messier than usual.

“Yo. I'm here Momo.”

“Come on in, sorry things look messy, been a bit … yeh, you already knew.”

“Yep. That’s why I bring food, you like jokbal right?"

“Nice!! Welp I need something to relieve myself anyway.”

The two then dive quickly to their food and cheering with some beers, while turning on some musics.

“Cheerrrrrssss!!! To relieve all the stupid stresses!!!!!"

“Cheerrrrrssss!!!! To have more moneyyyyuu!!!!”

“Hey turn on some musics Takeru! I wanna get my mood up!"

“Hell yes Momo!!"

This must’ve been the most upbeat moment in the week for Momo since that stock lost. She dances while drinking their beers without caring about the noises, and Takeru just let her have her fun.

“Whew! That was fun!!! Man you won’t believe how depressing it was this entire week.”

“I can tell. That’s why I come by!”

“Arigatou my dude! But yeh, still have that money problem to solve…” Momo’s mood suddenly turns off as she throws the beer can to the ground.

“Gomen, couldn’t help you much on that. I'm pretty much low on cash now too. Jobs didn’t pay me well”

“Guess we’re both dirt poor.”

“Yeh. Life sucks.”

“Anything comes to your mind how to get more money?"

“Lottery? Man that thing is all luck, and my luck is shit.”

“Me too ..”

The two keep silent for a moment. Suddenly, an idea forms in Takeru’s mind, an idea that even him would think it’s either too smart or too stupid to try.

“Hey Momo, I actually have an idea? Wanna hear?"

“Go ahead. If anything gets me out of this dump I'm in.”

“You know that movie Tokyo Drift we used to watch?"

“Yeh, that was fun. What about it?"

“I was thinking … you wanna go street racing?"

“Nani? How-you mean like an arcade street racing?"

“No, actual street racing.”

“Isn’t that thing illegal? Kinda like shady ghetto sort of stuffs?"

“But hear me out. I … happen to know an upcoming racing event, they have huge price, I just remembered about it.”

“How come you know about it?"

“ I… used to go seeing those underground race, and … I used to race myself too.”

“Nani?? What? You? Don’t tell me you did that back in Uni times??”

“Yep. Earned some cash from it too. Not the best racers there but I did earn my reputation.”

“Sugoi, but, don’t tell me, you’re gonna race that for the money??”

“And I have an idea, how to win it too, but, I'll need your help.”

“I'm … listening?"

A few days later, at the underground circuit…

“So this is the place? Looks exactly like the movie.”

“Yeppp, welcome to Tokyo underground circuit Momo!“

 “You sound excited.”

“Been a while I’ve been here haha. Besides, I feel like tonight the price is pretty high, like four million yen.”

“Woaaa, okay now that’s what I want to hear. Let’s make this plan works and bail.“

“Let’s do it.” Takeru and Momo fist bump before driving through the cars.

The circuit is an underground garage in Tokyo, packed with customized cars, Subaru WRX, Dodge Charger, Nissan Skyline, etc, decorated to the teeth. loud musics can be heard all over thanks to the DJ booth.

Amongst the crowds are some racers, some look like normal citizens with flashy outfits, probably some Yakuza members, and their pretty girls either by their sides or walking around to greet people.

As Takeru and Momo drive to the signing spot, an announcer in flashy leather suit greets them with a loud voice.

“Yooooo!!! Looks who’s here!! Takeru my man how you doin? And who’s this pretty lady? Ya gf?"

“Ohisashiburi desu Keisuke, and nah she’s my racing partner Momo! She wants to cash in for the race!"

“Whatever dawg, gf, partner, all ya need is a pretty chick by your side while racing, right?” Keisuke greets Momo while flipping down his glasses.

“Yaahoo  Keisuke-san! And yes we’re in it for the win tonight!"

“Ooooh! That’s some spirit! Tonight’s gonna be hard dawg! Those Yakuza dudes are not gonna let you win that easy! They got the gears, and the girls.”

“Are you doubting about my skills Keisuke? Remember how I used to let them hit my smokes? I have the skills bro!"

“Nahh dawg, these guys are the tough dog. Have you heard of Hongo? Or Drift King? Him and his crew, they’ve been winning in crazy streaks. Ya must be either pretty wild or stupid to race with them haha, especially racing the King! He ain’t let you smoke him that easy dawg.”

“But the cash is BIG Keisuke, and we want in! Ain’t no way we skip this! Mind setting us up for this one? For old time sake?"

“Teme! Man, since you insisted, well I can get ya a spot, but win or lose it’s on you. Don’t drag me into your shit!"

“Perfect! See ya at the finish line Keisuke! Prepare to bring me that suitcase of cash!"

“Very confident! I like that in ya Takeru!"

As Keisuke walks to the starting line, he grabs the mic and announce

“Goooooodddd evening boys and girls!!! How are you doing tonight!!"

“HELL YEHHH!"

“That’s what I need folks! Glad you boys and you fine ladies are doing great because we are bringing the HEAT to the STREET tonight!!! Let’s welcome our new challenger, or should I say returning challenger? Give it up for my man Takeru and his fine lady Momo!!!!!!"

“God Takeru how do you know this dude?”

“Went to school with me back then, we used to be in the Tokusatsu club lol, he gave me some Gundam & Super Sentai stuffs while I gave him tiddies Gravure Idols photo books haha."

“I'm surprised you otakus end up here haha”

“Life always find a way haha”

As Keisuke announces the different racers, Momo and Takeru proceed to prepare for their plans

“Andddd here’s our champion!! The one, the undefeated, the onlyyyyyy! Let’s welcome our Undefeated Champion, The Drift King, The Unstoppable, HONGOOOOOOOOOOOO THE DEMONNNNNN DRIVERRRRRR!!!!!

A black Dodge challenger appears, as the crowd goes wild and cheering as the car’s engine can be heard from afar, closer and closer to where Takeru’s and Momo’s Subaru.

The car then stops next to theirs, with the window winds down, reveal the Yakuza racer, with tousle haircut and in leather jacket, point his fingers towards Momo and Takeru, next to him is a chick with red ponytail smirking at the two.

“ So.. you’re that guy Keisuke told me about. You wanna win the race?"

“Uh .. yes?"

“ Think you can win big on this?"

“Absolutely! Why not?"

“Then prepare yourself, for the hellish race you’ll ever have big boy. I'll run you off like how I normally do with the other idiots challenged me before, and.. I'll take the cash, like usual, and .. the girl. She’s a fine one I'll say, can’t wait to drive her home.” Hongo smirks while winding up  the window.

“That’s … very polite “

“Yep, so, we beat him and we take the cash right?”

“Yep, we beat him and we’re gonna cash in. You’re ready Momo?"

“Let’s go! Let’s do it!"

“ALRIGHT RACERS! READY?"

“SET!!!"

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!””

The racers stomp their pedals, tire screeches and hit the race.

VROOM

VROOOOM

Takeru and Momo are the last of the racers, while Hongou, living to his namesake, demon driver, takes the lead, following by his racing crews and henchmen. The cars are speeding through the circuits, with the crowds are cheering wildly and loudly on the sides.

The cars are speeding up through the laps, hitting each other just to advance  to the top.

Tire screeches, engine roars and loud bumping sounds are heard in each turn, with Hongou and his crew are crushing and destroying other racers with heavy turns, drifting violently for the win.

CRASHHHHHHH

BANGGGGGG

KABOOOMMM

“Holy shit, did you see that? Those guys are just straight up killing people ..” Momo with her eyes wide open while talking to Takeru in a bit of a scared voice.

"Yep! That’s how it is here Momo, they’re brutal .. One reason why I quit long ago … That’s why, if we wanna win that big bucks our plan has to work!"

“Ok, I'm ready. Let’s do this!"

After a few laps, most of the other racers are either crashed into the borders or being eliminated along the way, leaving only Takeru’s car left aside from Hongou’s crew.

"Okay Momo, that last guy from his crew, we’ll take him first, get ready!"

"Yep!"

Takeru goes fast on the right, approaching closely to the driver’s side.

Hongou’s henchmen is a bit surprised, but nonetheless still trying to stay focused, as he’s about to use the same  dirty tricks as he did to other racers

"You’re not gonna get past me that easy jerk!!"

As he’s about to make a big bump to Takeru’s car, Momo, in quick motion, pulls her top off, revealing her bouncing tits immediately.

“Hey what fuck … !!”

Shocked by the sudden act, the guy looses control of his steering wheel, and ram straight into the circuit borders, crushing the front of his car in an instant, while Takeru & Momo continue the race in full speed ahead.

“Ooohhh, that’s gonna leave a mark!" said Momo while cheering up

“One down! Two more to go! We can do this!"

Takeru is speeding up to the rear of the second car, as he does his best to gain up on the driver. As the driver notices his presence, he does the best of his drifting skills to block the way, desperately force Takeru to back down.

But with some persistence, Takeru finally manages to get on equal footing, with the two cars are fighting for the second place.

“No way I'm gonna lose to this dickhead!" The driver screams out.

"You’ll be surprised pal!" Momo teases the guy.

As the driver violently pushes Takeru’s car to the border, Momo goes for her second trick.

Once again, she pulls her top off, revealing her tits, but this tits, she squeezes her tits with a dildo while licking her nipples, making sure the driver notices her lewd act.

“What the fuck that chick!! Those titt… HOLY FUCK!”

And that was his last line before his car crashes entirely to the turn corner, bursting through the steel barriers and completely eliminated. His car quickly turns into a wreck, with one of the wheels even falls out.

“Wooo hoooo!!! one more to go!!!!" Momo yells in pure delight.

“We will win Momo! I can feel it! we’re getting close!!”

The final opponent, Hongou, is getting close to the finish line. Seeing his lackeys are being defeated by a no-brainer, his soul boils in rage.

His mental is on fire, on a verge of wanting to trash the hell out of Takeru and Momo as they approaches him to the side, with some difficulties of course.

"You fuckers think you can beat me ??? The demon driver ??? I'll trash you into scrap metal !!!SHINEEEEEE!!!!" Hongou screams in rage

Out of frustration, Hongou bumps hard into Takeru, making him loose his momentum for few moments.

Not backing down from the dirty move, Takeru returns the favor by bumping back to his side, making Hongou even more furious.

The two cars keep on destroying each other on the circuit, inches by inches, bumps to bumps just to come out on top.

The crowds on two side are cheering on like it’s a real NASCAR event

“HONGOU!! HONGOU!! HONGOU !!”

“Takeru!! Takeru!!! Takeru !!”

The finish line is right up a head, as the two cars are in the final lap.

Takeru and Hongou are treating the circuit like a straight world ward battlefield, bumping and gaining on each other closely without losing sights on each other.

“ DOKE!!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!! SHINEEE!!! SHINEEEE!!!!”

Hongou, face is turning red with real anger, his eyes and souls are on blazing hell fire just as his engines, wanting to literally kill his opponent. As he’s about to make his final dirty move, Takeru shout out

“NOW Momo! DO IT!"

In full glory, Momo pulls out her finishing move.

She pulls her top up, sticking her tongue out, eyes rolling back, while her tits drop furiously up & down through the motion, with her two hands holding two big dildos to both side of her faces.

“ WHAT THE F… OH NO FUKKCKCKCKC!!!"

BAAAAAAAAMMM!!!! CRASSHSHHHHH

Hongou’s screams out as his car loses track as it slams straight to the turn, flipping straight up and rolls over the track, ultimately destroying the vehicle into scraps.

“WOAAAAAAAA!” The crowds gasp in shocks

“ WE WON Momo! WE DID IT!!!"

“YESSSSS!!!! BIG CASH HERE WE COME!!!"

With Hongou eliminated, that means only Takeru & Momo left, as they’re dashing through the finish lines and the crowds are cheering in excitement.

“Takeru! Takeru! Takeru! Takeru!"

The crowd gather around Takeru and Momo’s car while it’s going back to the parking lot.

The DJ turns up louder musics while the crowd keeps on screaming and popping  drinks all over.

It takes a moment for Keisuke to slip through the crowd and starts with his mic

 “Well there we go folks! What a race! What a night! And we have a new champion!! Give it up for my man Takeru and his partner Momo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Damn it that was a close one! Can’t believe our plans went through!"  Momo tries her best to talk to Takeru with the noises all around

“Told ya it’ll work! Now let’s go get those cash! Hey Keisuke! Better pack that suitcase! We’re taking big bucks home tonight!"

“Already on it champ!" Keisuke then signals his girls to take the suitcase.

“Here you go champ! All in! And don’t worry, I ain’t cut ya a penny here, but ya can check!"

“I trust you Keiskue!” Takeru fist-bumps Keisuke while laughing off with Momo.

Suddenly, a loud voice interrupts the party…

“KONOYAROU!!!”

Everyone turn their heads around, as they’re seeing Hongo and his racers, with angry faces, some are quite injured and all are wielding some weapons, walking fast towards Takeru & Momo.

"Yo yo yo Hongou-san, what’s going on? You alright man?"

“DAMARE KONOYAROU !!That idiot! and that bitch along with him! They cheated! I want my money back asshole! FUZAKERU NA!!" Hongo yells out while holding onto an electric baton and his henchmen is speeding towards Momo & Takeru.

“ Uh … Momo, I think it’s time for us to leave …”

"Yeh, party’s over, let’s bail … “

The two then close the doors as quick as possible, fasten their seatbelts and Takeru immediately rev up his car.

"Fuck Takeru! Dude, run like hell, get the hell out of here! Turn back and go right! Then take a left, go now! You own me this time!" Keisuke does his best to informs Takeru while distracting the henchmen as much as possible thanks to the crowds.

“I owe ya some Gravure magazines big time dude!"  Takeru then hits the pedals and dash through the parking lot.

“HEY DON’T LET THEM GET AWAY! BAKAYAROU!!!! TAKE THE CARS AND GET THEM YOU DUMBASSES!" Hongou yells at his henchmen.

A series of cars then turn up their engines and speed up towards the trails of Takeru & Momo as they’re rushing out of the parking lot, bumping into some of the barriers, while the crowds are running away from them in different directions as Hongou’s henchmen are furiously tailing the two.

The chase keeps on going through Tokyo’s night time street, with Takeru pushing the nitrous to max speed, avoiding and turning as fast as he can, speeding through the street like nothing else matters.

But Hongou and his lackeys are taking things up the notch, desperately catching up with Takeru’s, while using gunshots to tear down Takeru’s car as much as they could with terrible aim.

BANG

BANG

The bullets are hitting into street signs, lamp posts, and some even manage to hit parts of Takeru’s windows, leaving him & Momo in shock.

“Takeru what should we do ?? They’re literally shooting at us!!" Momo screams out in panic.

“Calm down Momo!!! I'm driving!!!"

“How the hell can I calm down!! Bullets are firing at us and we’re running nowhere!!!!"

“Not nowhere! I know a place!!! Just stop screaming for a bit and let me find it!!"

“Ohhh fuckkkk I don’t wanna die before my 30!!!”

“None of us will okay ??? Now lemme run to this alley!"

“They’re gaining on us!!!"

“Shit!! These guys ain’t giving up!!!“

“Well this is a stupid idea!! How did I even listen to you before!!"

“Ayy don’t blame me! You’re the one agree full on when you heard the word MONEY!!"

“ Are you fucking serious ???? They’re getting close!!! Faster Takeru!!!"

 “I'm going as fast as I can!!!" The other cars are speeding up fast, tailing Takeru and Momo’s.

In a desperate moment, Momo yells out

“Fuckkkkk!!! Okay Takeru hear this loud and clear!! If you get me out of this alive, you can have whatever with me, fuckk, please let me out alive!!! My parents are gonna be fucking mad if I get caught!!! “

“Mine too if they do!!! But what do you mean by that !?????”

“Just Drive!!! Get me out of here and I'll keep my promise!!! Now go!!!! Push the pedal to the metal before the bullets splatter our brains out!"

“Alright!! Here goes!!!"

Takeru then quickly makes a harsh turn, driving fast to the forest road and speed up from there.

The Yakuza are surprised by the sudden movements, some of them crash into each other's car while drifting while some others keep on following the two.

Takeru then makes another quick turn through a dark forest alley, running towards a hillside road.

He then hides the car by running into a bush, while turning off his lights for a few seconds.

“Nande ??? Where the heck are we??"

“Shhhh.. keep it quiet Momo.”

The remaining cars are speeding through the alley, while the drivers shout out.

“Nani ??? Where the fuck are they ???? Kinji!! Yasuo!!! You see anything ???”

“Fuck man it’s super dark!!! This place is scary af!! I heard there are ghost in here!!! Yureiiii!!"

“Fuckkkk man!!! I ain’t going here!!! Can’t see a shit!! Maybe they’re going that way!!”

The remaining cars then turn back fast and exit the alley. Waiting for the sounds of their engines to diminish, Takeru and Momo slowly drives out from the bush.

“Are they gone?"

“Yeh. I think they did!"

“God.. please, I don’t wanna die or be here!"

“No worries, I know a place up that hill, let’s go!"

Takeru then speeds up to an uphill road. The road is a bit bumpy and lacks of lights, but they manage to get to the top of the hill after a few minutes.

Once they reach the top, they end up in an empty area, with smooth grass, and a view looking down at the city below.

As Takeru stops the car, the two breathe in and out

“Damn … man.. that was close.“

“I thought… I was dead for a moment.”

“Yeh … this will be the first … and last time I do this shit … no more.”

 “Me too… fuck … didn’t think it ended up like this.”

The two then slowly calm themselves. Momo then grabs the cash case and count the money.

"Okay … so … the cash is here. How should we split.”

“Welp. Half and half?"

“Actually, I need compensation, I did not plan to get into this shit so I want more!" 

“Uh … but I'm the one driving??”

“And I was the one showing my tits to help you win ??? And I nearly got shot??"

“Me too??"

“Ok, I get 70 you get 30.“

“What, that sounds silly!" 

“65, 35!"

“No wayyy!!"

“Ugghhh!!! 60, 40!!”

“Ay man the paint job ain’t that cheap!! And my car was nearly wrecked! And hey my hands are still sore from the entire race!"

"Okay just shut up! 55, 45 and that’s final!! I did the finish move therefore I'll have more!" 

"Okay! Deal!"

Momo, in quick successions, split the money to their parts and put into their backpacks.

Takeru then counts the money again on his end, just to make sure he gets enough.

“Alrighty! We’re all cashed in and happy! You owe me big time Momo!"

“What do you mean??"

“Ohhh I'm sorry, lemme remind you that YOU were the one who yell out “You can do whatever with me!" back then lol”

“What the I … FINE!! What the heck you want ?? Spit it out! More money??"

“Remember that time I asked you .. If I can have an one night stand with you?"

“That was years ago … and I was seeing some other dudes back then “

“Yeh ?? Are you still seeing any dudes?"

 “Nope! They’re too boring for me! But why ask?"

“Welllll! In that case, I wanna do it!" 

“Do what? Oh wait, you mean …”

“Yeppppp … I want it Momo.”

“You wanna … FUCK me??"

“Yeppppp, see, you’re hot, and today I kinda saved your life from those Yakuza, and you did tell me I can do whatever so … yeh I wanna fuck you.“

“Ughhh!!! Fine!!! As long as you don’t take more money from me! You pervert!"

“Hey! You’re the one who proposed this idea!"

“Fineee!! So, you wanna go to a hotel or something? Just get this over with so I can go home!"

“Actually, I wanna fuck you right here! Out in public!" 

“What the?? You crazy? What if someone sees us??"

“It’s 3 in the morning, no one is here, we’ve been here for like 45 min and no one walks by, it’s quiet, and no houses around. So it’s perfect!!! Beside I just watched some JAV and I wanna try hehe.”

“Goddamn it you’re a pervert “

“So, go on! I wanna do it! As soon as we’re done with this I'll drive you home safe and sound!"

“Ok, you better drive me home safe and sound otherwise I'll take more of your share you got it? Now what you want me to do??"

“Blow my dick! We’re always start with that right??"

“Fine!"

Takeru then removes his seat belt, then pulls down the zippers of his tight jeans. His dick slowly rises up, protruding proudly to the car ceiling to Momo’s suprises.

“Nani ??? You’re already this hard??"

“Since you showed your tits to those guys I was already hard hehe”

“Pervert”

Momo then removes her own seat belt, arch her body down to his dick.

She uses her palm to stroke up & down his dick, her fingers wrap around a long his shaft, teasing his tip a bit as it’s leaking some precum.

The motion of her hand is enough to make a man cum a huge load, and she does it like a real pro.

Momo then proceeds to lower her lips to the tip of his cock.

She wraps them around his shaft, then moving up and down in slow pace, letting his length penetrates her beautiful lips.

She quicken the paces after a few moments in, suck it deeper down the base of his dick, touching her nose to the zippers a bit, and keep on a faster pace than before. The more she does it, the more Takeru’s voice turns up the volume

 “Fuckkkk!! That’s it Momo!! Shiettt!!! Suck my dick!!! So good!!!"

Momo keeps on her doing, sucking his lengthy shaft for a while, with Takeru’s hands are on the back of her head, somewhat push her down slightly through the motions for deeper penetrations.

For a few moments on ,Momo then releases his cock and looking up to his pleasure-filled face “Hahh… see? I sucked your dick … as promise “

“Yesss … damn that was fucking dope!!! But I want more Momo!! Let’s get out of the carr!! I wanna fuck your face!! I can’t hold it any longer !!”

“Fine! Jeez you’re so greedy “

The two then get out of the car, with Takeru quickly get in front of his car, dick out in the air, pants lowered down pass his knees. Momo on the other hand is still feeling a bit hesitant but does it.

Momo, knowing what to do to her lusting partner, she drops down to her knee to the smooth grass surface below.

Her lips once again wrap around his hard dick, moving in and out. She resumes her paces, but this time a bit sloppier than before, taking long and deeper strokes down to the base of his dick, with Takeru enjoys every moment of it.

As Momo keeps on sucking, Takeru does his best to reaches down into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Aiming at her face, he starts to record her actions under the street light.

“What ?? You’re recording it too??"

“Yehh!! I’ll send you a copy later.”

“Ughh!! Do what you want then!"

“Then how about you look straight to the camera while blowing me off then!"

Momo has no choice but to oblige, she looks straight to his phone camera with her round puppy eyes, while her lips are still working on his dick.

He then uses one of his hand to hold onto Momo’s head, as he pushes his dick deeper into her mouth, fucking her in deep and fast strokes, with Momo’s hands holding onto his thighs for balance.

Takeru is going faster and faster, his paces quicken, his dick is ramming repeatedly into her pretty face while she takes it all without any signs of resist.

“Nghhhh,, fuckkkk!!! Anyone ever told you sucks dick very good Momo ?? Fuckkk I feel so good!!"

“Mphhhmm …” Momo does her best to answer but couldn’t due to the actions

 “I guess that’s a yess then!! Come on Momo!! Bear with me!! I'm getting close!! Fuckk!"

Takeru doesn’t stop his doings, but he’s slowly feeling the urge running ins his veins. He goes the fastest that he could today inside her mouth, gagging her to it. Within a few seconds, he’s on the verge to explode.

“Fuckkkk Momo!!! I'm gonna cumm!!!! Take my juicy fuelll!!!"

Takeru pushes his dick straight into her lips, deep throating her.

As a result, his cum pumps straight to her throat, loads of cum shooting out as he counts around 5-6 strokes down into her.

Takeru holds it for a bit, before slowly pulls out from Momo.

His dick forms a trail of cum onto her tongue, some leaking out from her lips down to the grass, with Momo opens her mouth wide to gasp for air, coughing a long the way.

Takeru doesn’t forget to be playful with her a bit by tapping his dick on her tongue and a bit on her beautiful reddish face.

"Fuckkkkk!!! That was great Momo!!! Man I haven’t had a blowjob like that for a looooonggg time!!!“

cough "Hah … I sucked your dick cough and you came in my mouth cough you happy now? You even filmed it too pervert”

“Yessss!! Gosh that was hot!! But I'm not done Momo!!! Come here, I wanna taste your tits and abs! would you mind?"

cough “Okay..”

Takeru then guides Momo to the hood of his car, letting her laying her back onto it. He then dives straight into her muscular abs, licking and kissing along her abs line, using his tongue to play around with her navel.

Once he feels quite satisfied, he moves onto her top, pulling it up to reveal her big tiddies popping out right after.

He uses his palms to grab onto both tits, feeling the softness and plumpness of her big ones, while his fingers teasing her hard pink nipples.

Takeru doesn’t hesitate to take on her nipples.

He suck them left and right, moving his face quickly, sucking and tasting her mounds and nubs while his hands still busy grabbing them. His quick motions letting Momo moans out in low voices along the way.

"Hah… you suck my tits hard ..”

“Mhmmm.. these tits and abs … mhmmm .. so juicy Momo!! How did you maintain them … so good .. mhmmmm “

 “I … workout … hahh.. I worked out a lot “

“No wonder hehhehe, I can taste these all say if I want to!" Takeru keeps on “feasting” over Momo’s tits and abs.

Suddenly he changes position, as he flips her, tits are mashing to the front hood, butt curving up and leg standing down to the grass, while her face looking straight to the windshield.

His hands move along the curves of her jeans, from her calves to her butt cheeks, slightly tapping on them.

He quickly yanks her jeans down to the bottom of her thighs, revealing her curvy butt cheeks with a pink panties.

Slapping her butt curves a few times, he’s kneading her plump cheeks with both hands, his fingers are digging into her cheeks and running along the curves, making Momo yelps in returns.

His lewd mind is controlling his actions, his two fingers are touching the outside of the panties right around her pussy lips, teasing her while pulling the panties straight up a bit. Momo moans a bit louder, her panties form a small wet spot, just as Takeru wanted.

With no more delays, Takeru pulls down her panties right where her jeans at, revealing Momo’s pinky pussy lips and tiny anus, out in the air in the street light. Takeru slaps her cheeks once again, then he drops down to his knees preparing for another “feast”.

As his tongue and fingers touch her pussy lips, Momo yelps out harder than before

“Ahh … “

“Mhpppmm .. tasty pussy Momo, man they’re very pinky and tight … mphmmm … sooo juicy… you taste so good Momo!"

Takeru teases her while his tongue and fingers are running back and forth in her tight walls, spreading them out so he can get in further into her.

Takeru is licking long strokes, tasting Momo as much as he can. His tongue also moves up to her ass, circling around the puckered part, making Momo jolts a bit with the sudden touch.

“Ahh … that … you’re eating me out … that tickles ..!”

“Mmhppmm …. So tight Momo … How many guys ever had a chance to taste you out like this hehe "

"I... I lost count... too many "

"Naughty Momo hehe, I think I have a way to turn things up a notch, wait for me a bit!"

Takeru leaves Momo hanging a bit, go back to the car doors to find something. Once he came back, in his hands are the two dildo and butt plug that Momo used before.

“I'm gonna have some fun with you Momo!"

Turning on the dildo, he lets it vibrate towards her pussy lips. He runs it along the lips of her pussy, teasing Momo’s clit.

Her body is shaking a tiny bit, her palms are still facing flat to the hood, while her face is squinting a bit but keep looking at the reflection of herself through the windshield.

But all that change fast, as Takeru’s dildo finds way into her pussy, spreading her lips out and slowly entering her depth. Momo’s expression quickly changes as well, with a surprise look and her breathings are turning up in volume. Her fingers are doing their best to hold onto the surface of the hood, clawing it a bit while enduring the penetration.

“Ahhh … that thing .. it’s entering me!"

”Just you wait Momo, you’ll love it!"

Takeru’s hand pumps a bit faster, in and out Momo’s tight and wet walls, doing his very best to enter her as deep as he can.

Like revving up his car’s engine, he turns up the power level for the dildo, as the vibrations are sending Momo’s body new waves of pleasures.

She doesn’t have any other choices but moaning louder, her eyes are squinting, her fingers are clawing the hood’s surface harder in attempt to fight back the vibrating dildo. Her back and upper body arch up, forming a beautiful curves under the streetlights.

"Hahhhh… ahhhhh … oh shittt … it feels …. Ahhhh shitt”

“Yess … I knew you’ll like it Momo!! There’s more where that came from!! And something new too !!”

Takeru then takes out the small lube bottle, squishing out some droplets onto Momo’s ass.

Using his thumb, he’s spreading the liquid around her anus, with the intention of both teasing and prepping her for another tight penetration.

Sensing the tease, Momo curves her head back bit, with Takeru is already having the butt plug poking at her entrance. Her slight nod brings a smile onto Takeru’s face, as a sign of agreement for another lewd act, as he slowly push the plug into her anus, letting it widen her tight hole.

“Arhh .. AGghhh .. … agghh .. it’s spreading me … … aggh .. it’s splitting me in half ..!”

“Bear with me Momo! Almost there!"

A few seconds passed, with some efforts, the plug is finally sheathed inside Momo’s anal hole.

Takeru, phone on his hand again, leaving Momo in the state of being filled by the sex toys, leaning onto his car, taking pictures in different angle he can think of like he’s in a museum or a car showroom.

Seeing Momo starts to ease into the fullness, he grabs onto the dildo, turns into the max power like full on nitros, pushing in and out Momo with lightning fast long strokes.

Momo at this point can’t stop her moans anymore. Her voice is louder and louder in the night, her body is shaking heavily due to the harsh penetrations, her holes are being filled and widen by two pieces of thick plastics.

Her face is reddened and forming sweats, her eyes are about to roll back, her mouth is opening and breathing, cries out with lewd sounds and cryptic Japanese words.

“Ahhhhhh … Fuckkkk … tooo … harddd … arhhhh … my holes … My holes … I'm … I don’t think … I can hold it … I think I'm … I think I'm gonna cum …!!!”

“Do it Momo!!! Cum your best!!"

“Aghhhh ..I'm cumming!!! Fuck I'm cumming !!”

Momo cums loudly, violently to the penetrations, squirting all over, making a huge mess down to the grass and onto Takeru’s body.

She screams out the loudest so far, her back arches up, her palms slam to the hood, her head tilts back.

She pauses at the position for a few sec, then suddenly drops all the way down to the hood, making a loud noise when her body contacts to the surface.

She’s trying to catch her breath from the orgasm, her face rolls to the side, body still shaking slightly from the impact.

Below, the two pieces of sex toy are still in her. as a result of her wet stream of squirts, the big dildo in her pussy are slowly being pushed out, then it falls down to the grass, leaving the butt plug somewhat still hanging in her anus.

“Sugoii ne, I didn’t know you’re such a squirter Momo! That was fucking hot!"

Takeru, his lewd thoughts once again take over, records everything with his phone.

"Haa… I … been a while.. have this feeling … have this urge … cum … this much … not sure … feels … so good ..” Momo tries to collect her words from her recovering state.

“I guess I couldn’t hold myself anymore Momo! I can’t wait to really fuck you now! I want to really take you right here !!”

Takeru quickly discards his jeans and undies, throw it somewhere behind him. He then supports Momo but helping her standing up a bit, and in quick succession, yanking away her pants and lingerie, leaving both of them completely naked below their waists

"Hey Momo, I have an idea, how about we get to the roof of the car?"

“Oh … okay .. sure “ Momo does her best trying to understand his thoughts.

The two then climb up to the car roof, they do their best to balance onto the slippery surface with their bare foot.

Once they feel a bit comfy, Takeru then pulls Momo close so he can grab her butt cheeks and tasting her tits again, while Momo enjoys the motions with her palms are stroking his dick back to full glory.

“Momo, I wanna fuck your tits, I want my dick to be real hard now!" 

"Okay .. sure … wait for me a bit “

Momo slowly downs to her knees, facing his protruding dick.

She licks his tip a bit, before wrapping her endowed tits around his huge shaft. she moves them along the length of his dick, making it popping up and down through her rack.

Takeru loves what Momo is doing, he even gives himself some freedom to move by himself, enjoying the softness in between her tiddies. He even loves it more when Momo also does her best to lick his tips, much to his surprise.

“Ahhh yesss Momo, gosh your tits are always so great!!!! So soft!!! Sugoiii!!! Man I feel like I can just cum for you any time just by looking!"

 “ well … you already cum in my mouth already didn’t you?" Momo keeps on doing while looking up to him

“Oh fuckkk yehh!!! Gosh that was so good!! I can’t wait to cum more for you and inside you!!" Takeru talks while taking pics of himself titty fuck Momo.

The two continues for a moment on. Then, Takeru suddenly stops Momo from what she’s doing, and in a slightly urging tone, he’s telling her his true desires for the night

“Momo, I hope you’re gonna prepare for the next “race” we’re gonna do. I'll go with top speed!!! And as many laps as I want!! Let’s go Momo !!”

“Jeez, you’re such a pervert and handful, oh well, I'm in it already am I? Don’t think I can stop you, beside, tbh, I'm … starting to feel exited now “

“Then what are we waiting for? Come here Momo let’s do it!"

Takeru then helps Momo up her feet.

He turns her around, back facing himself, with her slightly bending down and lines his dick into her pussy lips, poking at her tight and wet entrance

With a smooth move, he enters her, as deep as possible, feeling the warmth of her walls every inches as he penetrates her to the brim, until he can go no further.

“Ahh .. biggg … “

“Get ready!! Set!! Go !!”

Takeru, holding onto Momo’s abs and waist, start his “engine” and pumps into Momo.

He goes slow at first, just to get used to the position, in and out of her in slow strokes, as Momo also holds onto his arms for balance.

Once they’re getting a hang of it, Takeru, with all his might and power, pound her as loud as he can.

The sounds of skin slapping can be heard from afar.

The quiet night is now being interrupted with the sounds of two people fucking each other out.

“Fuckk Momo!!!! Your pussy is wrapping my dick!!! Ahhh shiett … so hot!!! “

“Ahghh… so fast!!! Aghh … deep in side me!! “

Takeru pulls Momo close to himself as she’s also arching her body towards him thanks to the penetrations.

Seeing a slight discomfort, he helps her to remove the last garments on her body.

Starting with her jacket, he pulls it out from her and throw it down to the ground.

Next is her top, as he also pulls it over her head, fully reveal her naked back and tits, and finally her beanie, both are being thrown away as quick as possible.

Free from the last pieces of clothings on their bodies, Takeru finally unleashes his “horsepower” into her, slamming his entire crotch to her pussy, his hands both grabbing one side of her waist and the other on her tits, leaving some hand prints.

Momo also does her part, she’s raising one of her arm behind his head to pull him closer, tilting her head back as they give each other some small kisses and tongue clashing, while continuing their poundings into each other.

"You like it Momo? Being pounded … being fucked like this? Having yourself naked … letting your close friend fucks you outdoor … ramming his engine into you ?? You like being fucked where people can just see you ?? You like this so much do you Momo? I Can’t stop fucking you !!”

"Fuckkkk … you think ?? I like it!! No… fuckk I can’t… believe.. I lOVE It … shitt … SO MUCH … Love how you fuck my mouth … toying around with me … fucking me on your car …!! Now … race your lap .. Rev your engine in me … FUCK ME TILL YOU RUN OUT OF FUEL!!! HIT YOUR NITROS AND FUCK ME !!”

“That’s.. what I want to hear .. the whole night Momo!! And I won’t run out of fuel … not this early .. NO … IF I DO … I'll MAKE SURE … MY FUEL … WILL BE IN YOU !!”

With that statement, there’s no stopping them now. The sight of two people, all naked under the streetlights, fucking each other on their car, as normal people would think it’s something coming out from a JAV .

 Someone can just pass by through the hillside, or a night stroll could see these 2, but at this point, none of it can even stop them from fucking and moaning,crying out in full pleasures.

Takeru fucks Momo like no others, their bodies are forming sweats after sweats.

His dick is thrusting her walls like a piston, rough and nonstop through the night, with Momo keeps on moaning.

At one point, they’re lowering down a bit, with Takeru takes Momo on all four, with him mounting on her, slamming himself harshly to her curvy butt cheeks.

Momo loves this position, being slammed raw into her, having her tits swaying back and forth or being grabbed tightly, even encourages her partner to give her some kisses onto her back and on her tongue.

Her head is moving left and right, her mouth is moaning, her eyes are widen in pleasure.

She lets him pound her like this for minutes before being pulled back to their previous standing position.

Takeru, senses that his “ race” is close to its finish line, reaching to Momo’s ears to tell her the things they both wanted to hear, preparing her for what to come soon enough.

“Momo, I'm close ..!! Fuckk … so tight!!! Your pussy!!! I'm gonna cum Momo!!! I'm gonna go to the finish line!!! I'm gonna fucking you so hard in this last lap … and I'm gonna cum in you!!! Get ready Momo!!! I'm … I'm gonna give you all my fuel!!!“

“Fuckkk!!! Yesss!! Gimme that load!!!! Fuckkk!!! Fuckkk me !!’ GET TO THE FINISH LINE AND CUM FOR ME!!!! FINISH THIS RACE AND GIVE ME EVERYTHING!!!”

And that’s it, Takeru finally reaches the finish.

His orgasm hits him hard, his cum is blowing in spurts and loads inside Momo’s walls.

His cum keeps going and going inside her, filling her whole.

He stays at his “ victory pose” inside her for a while, enjoying his win, somewhat hearing the imaginary crowds cheering for him, like he can see fireworks through his orgasm.

The two breathe in and out hard, their bodies tense up and reddened in the streetlights, resting a bit before pulling out from each other.

Takeru sits his butt flat to the roof, heads tilts up to the night sky and catching his breath, while Momo fully drops her entire body, chest flat to the roof surface, butt arching up the sky, with the cum continues to leak and run out of her pussy, making a puddle below her.

Takeru slowly regains his stamina, he reaches towards his phone again to take pictures of Momo’s leaking hole while playfully slaps her butt cheeks, slightly teasing her by pushing the butt plug, which somehow still inside her with his fingers, making her awake from her pleasure- filled recovery.

Momo then rolls herself back flat to the roof, her tits are heaving up and down with her breathings, finally able to form some words.

“Damn … shit .. must’ve been the hardest fuck i’ve had .. for a long time “

“ That was fucking amazing Momo, like seriously “

"Yeh … haven’t fuck anyone for a while … kinda need it. If I knew you can fuck this good,… I already let you did it that time”

“No regrets haha … at least now you know … I fucked you hard!"

“Yeah right ..” Momo slaps his thighs with her tired hands.

“So.. is that it Momo? Is our “race"Finally ends here?"

“Excuse me?" Momo suddenly rises up from her tired self.

“Uh … yeh?"

“I never finished with just one, dude! You fucked my mouth, you toyed around with me with those things, you filled my pussy, the butt plug is still in my ass and you call it done? No way, how about you get yourself up your engine again, pulls that plug out of my ass and we go for that “circuit “? Sounds good??"

“Oh ho!!! I like what we’re going for!!"

“Of course you are, pervert! Now finish that “race” too! I'm waiting!"

“ Hell yeh, but I think this time would be fair for you to take the handle hehe”

“Fineee!!! You lay down there and lemme do my thing “

Momo pushes Takeru back flat to the roof, then dives her head to his crotch for the 3rd time of the night as his dick back to its proud full state.

Within seconds, his dick is already ready to go for another round thanks to Momo's skillful blowjobs.

Doesn't want to wast any time, Momo then stands up, butt facing towards Takeru's face, bending herself down a little.

She then grabs her butt cheeks, slapping them just to test his patience, some of her slaps are loud and hard enough to leave some marks. Using her hands and flexibility, she slowly pulls put the butt plug and throw it somewhere down the grass, revealing her gaping hole, widen and opening in and out for the world to see.

“How you like that pervert?”

“Damnnnn!!! Sugoiiii!!! That’s one hell of a gape Momo !!”

“Oh you’re gonna love it for sure “

Momo squats down, lining her tight entrance towards the tip of his dick. She’s slowly lowering herself into him, as his dick is parting her anus walls apart, with herself gasping for air from the penetrations.

 “Ahhhh shittt!!! fuckkkk!!!! That’s too big!!!" “Fuckkk Momo go slowly!!! I wanna enjoy this!!!! So tightttt!!! You’re squishing me !!”

And Momo does that, she’s going slow, taking every inches of his long dick into her anal hole.

The warmth and tightness of her hole leaving both of them erotically moaning in unison up until his dick couldn’t reach any further.

“Ahhh … it’s… fuckk .. all the way in!"

“Hahh .. shitt … so warm and so tight Momo! It’s like your ass … crunching my dick!!"

Settles to the position, Momo leans forward a bit. She’s taking deep breath, her eyes are squinting a bit, her body is adapting to the situation.

Then, with all her might, she starts to bounce up and down, with her ass is fully wrapped onto his cock.

She wants to go fast with every bounce, harder and harder, discarding slow buildups and goes on full force.

Her bounces are fast and repeatedly, making the car shaking with her movements.

“Ahhhhh fuckkk!!! This … is too good!!! Momo!!! Bounce harder please!!!! Finally … I get to fuck your ass!!!"

“Arghhh … aghhh …. So tight!!! Your dick … goes straight into me!!!! Aghhh!!!"

Momo continues her bounces and she doesn’t seem to lose her momentum. Takeru also uses this chance to grope on her butt, slapping them along with her bounces.

Seeing his dick disappear in and out of her ass is a sight he never wants to forget.

Feeling the need for a change, Momo then leans back towards his chest, with her legs now spread apart from both sides.

With this position, her head tilts up to the sky, her hands pushes down to the roof. Takeru also has the chance to pound straight up into her, while his hands grabbing her bouncing tits, immediately taking his turn to ram into her, full force like a roaring engine in high speed.

“Pound me!!!! Fuck me like this!!! Aghhhh!!! Fuck me like this!!!!"

“I'm gonna fuck you deep Momo!!!! Gonna make you feel my dick pushing straight up your ass!!!"

Takeru’s hand now move down along her abs, then his fingers reach onto the surfaces of her pussy, toying around with her lips.

He intends to make her screaming out as much as possible with his teases, as Momo fully enjoys every bit of it.

Her scream is so loud and erotic, echoing the nighttime hillside.

Anyone who’s inadvertently passing by would encounter the sinful sight of two people fucking their souls out in full velocity, with little to no care about their surroundings.

Feeling Momo’s reaching her breaking point, Takeru’s fingers are intensely rubbing on her clit, making sure Momo would take herself to the finish line.

Momo’s eyes roll back, her mouth is still moaning and cussing in Japanese, her breathings are heavier and heavier.

All she needs now is a great push to her climax, in which Takeru is gladly helping her.

“Hahhhhh… ahhhh .. Takeru … Shitt .. I'm close!!! I think I'm gonna blow!!! Almost … almost there!!!! Fuck I'm very close!!!"

“That’s it Momo!!!! Squirts a huge one for me!!!! Do it!!!“ Takeru is screaming out while furiously rubbing her clit

“I'm… cumminggf !!”

 Momo is finally cumming, her squirts blow out like in streams, gushing straight down to the car’s windshield and hood.

She keeps on squirting, leaving her marks all over his car.

At the end of it, Momo hits her “brakes”, pausing her body in a reverse curving position, shaking and hardly breathing in and out with her orgasm.

Takeru down below, in his last efforts, taking a deep breath himself.

His hands now move down to her hamstrings, holding her legs up higher towards her upper body.

His arms hold tight into the underside of her legs, pulling her even close to himself.

Ready himself for the last lap, he “rev” up the very last of his turbocharged muscles, ramming Momo’s ass the hardest he can go for the night, surprising Momo with the sudden movements.

“Ahghhhhh ..!!!! Your dick!!!! Fuckkk !!!!! You’re breaking me apart !!!!!“

“Your ass is so good Momo!!! Fuckkk!!! I couldn’t stop myself!!!! Fuckkk!!!"

“Then DON’T!!! Fuck my hole hard!!!! REVVV IT UP AND FUCK IT HARD!!!! FINISH YOUR RACE AND RAM ME!!!"

“Gonna fill you Momo!! IM GONNA FILL YOU!!! GET READY Momo I'm GONNA REACH THAT FINISH LINE!!"

With many more hard poundings, Takeru once again cum his spurts into Momo’s anal hole.

He shoots loads and loads of cum into her, filling her even more than her pussy, to the point he can feel the hotness of his overloading cum.

His arms drops down to the roof surface, with Momo also drops her limbs and subsides onto his body, with Takeru’s dick slowly pops out of her tight puckered walls.

His cum flows out of her, staining the paint job and top coat.

Their bodies are full of sweats and drained, as both of them are winding down for the fucks they just had.

Momo does her best to scoot herself next him, with the two are now staring straight to the night sky, catching their breathes.

“Fuck .. holy … been a while .. I squirted that much .. been a while … someone fucked my holes that much ..”

“So … you like it?"

“Yehh … didn’t know.. you fuck that good .. again.. I underestimated you ..” Momo bumps her fist to his shoulder.

“Haha .. well .. honestly though .. I never fucked .. anyone .. that hard ..”

“Guess I'm your best then .. haha … of course I am …”

“You do Momo .. that was .. amazing ..”

“Sure … well… if you think it’s amazing .. wanna go for more? I want to …”

“Why not … the night still young right?"

The two then continue what they've been doing, but with much more intensity.

Pulling Momo’s to the rear of his car, Takeru then takes her in a sideway position, lifting one of her leg up to his shoulder and fuck her holes like he never fucked her before.

The two are taking liberties to try every thing they feel like it could please their lustful desires.

They then move down to the grassy ground, giving into their lewdness with Momo either rides on top of him furiously in her pussy, or having her ass being prone boned to the ground.

They’re even making use of the lamp post next to the car, as Takeru is on the verge of breaking his racing partner into oblivion with hard poundings, with Momo does her best to hold on to the post, her body is curving and shaking, her mouth is screaming and moaning in pleasures under the yellow light.

“aghhh … Fuck! Keeep fucking me!!!! Pound your fucking dick into me!!!! Make me feel greatttty!!!! Fuckkkkkk!!! I want you to keep your engine up and fuck me!!!"

 “Alll night for you Momo!!! Won’t stop … till I runs out!!!"

At the end, the car is being used for their sexual activities again, with Momo ends up spreading her legs, back flat to the hood, and Takeru takes the chance to ravage her two tight holes once more, keeping Momo’s being stuffed non stop.

Bored with exterior activities, the two then take themselves inside the car’s interior, fucking each other from front seat to backseat, alternating from one position to another.

Even better, they’re changing up their creativities, with each one of them switches up, either Takeru is taking Momo from inside his car, let her dangling out from the car door, to himself being outside and fucking Momo straight into his car seats.

Surprisingly how his car are able to withstand the impacts from their poundings, and the hillside is now an endless circuit of sexual desires.

An hour and a half later, we now see Momo and Takeru, sore and tired, laying themselves down to the grasssy floor, back leaning to the car doors. Their bodies are full of sweats, reddened and quite possibly running out of breathes from their endless lusts.

Momo, her holes are leaking cum, her face and body are being coated with some thick white cum, clearly are the results from orgasms, while her body is decorated with hand prints.

Takeru, in a similar state of tiredness like Momo, his dick subsides and his limbs are loosened up, hard breathings are being heard from both of them.

“Damn it .. my holes are sore.. can barely .. feel my lower body now … fuck .. “

“Me too … my dick is giving up now … jeez .. you drained me Momo .. can’t even move much now ..”

“Gotta admit .. your cum .. tastes good .. “ Momo keeps on talking while scooping some cum into her lips.

“Haha … well … maybe they’re tastier .. because I came inside you … haha” “

Oh just shut up!" Momo punches Takeru to his shoulder a bit, “…You know Takeru .. come to think a bout it … we did hella things tonight lol … We got the cash … we ran away from yakuza … we hid ourselves in a middle of nearly nowhere… we FUCKED all nighter… all over your car … all around here .. Damn .. I can’t believe how eventful all that was ..”

“Yeh … from racing … to fucking haha”

“Lol … is that all you care? Fucking me?"

“Well … partially!”

“Liars .. you’re a terrible liar you know that your perv ?? Now I'm hungry … man you better … find me somewhere to eat .. and something good too!"

“There’s a ramen shop nearby … I like that one … My treat … after all this fucking .. I'll need a large bowl too!"

“Yeppp!!!”

The two kept on chatting in their tired self until the sun is rising up their heads, slowly forming sunlights onto the grass and tree leaves, and the birds are starting to break the silence of the night.

Seeing it as a sign of wrapping up, Takeru and Momo rise up to their feet, with Momo’s hand are still teasing his dick, closely to wanting another blowjob.

Suddenly, they hear voices that are coming from the hillside road, alerting them up

“Hey? You hear something?”

“Yeh!! Holy fuck! Someone is coming!"

“What the hell you told me nobody come to this place??"

“I didn’t know there will be people here in the morning ?? Come on we need to dip!! “

“Fuckk!! Go quick!! Don’t wanna get caught naked!!"

The two naked people quickly gather their belongings, then dive straight into the car while having no pieces of garments on their bodies.

Takeru turns up the engine as quick as possible, pushing his pedal and drive away as fast as he can without a care.

 “Goddamn it Takeru!! You better get me out of here and get me home!!" The car drives away from the hillside, passing through the forest road and into the city, ending their nighttime Tokyo Drift.

A month later…

“Ok… sooo I already paid up for Mr. Hojo, paid that debt I had from Ms. Daigo, paid up for Mina-chan and Sana-chan, yeppp … finally cleared all the debts! Phewwww!! But now I have not much left again sheesh!”

Phone call rings…

“Hey Momo, how are you, been good?"

“Yep, just finished paying all my debts, ain’t no way I touch stocks again.”

“Lesson learned I guess.“

“But hey, I paid up and used up all the money again. Any ideas how to gain more?"

“Well … just check from our buddy Keisuke, I think … there’s another race in Osaka. So, what do you think Takeru, wanna race?"

[ambrosialdesire]

bloodsports

[ PART ONE ] [ PART TWO ]

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: modern au!reiner x fem!reader word count: 13.6k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, explicit sexual content, unhealthy relationships, misogyny, public humiliation mentions, sorta an unbalanced power dynamic, a/b/o dynamics and themes, modern & college/university au, alpha & hockey player jock reiner (will be sorta ooc but ig you can count it as his s1-3 soldier persona), omega reader, enemies to sorta friends to enemies again to lovers (but both reiner and reader are stubborn dumdums and it's sorta one-sided), bertolt x reader implications, heavy jealousy/possessive themes, heavy self-sabotage, alcohol consumption, violence & blood warning, "fated" mates, usage of suppressants, unwarranted scenting, kinda scenting kink?, pheromone-bombing, size difference, size kink, noncon kissing, all characters are 18+ synopsis: trying to get through uni should've been easy, but presenting as an omega made you become a seemingly easy target for the many disgusting alphas that roamed the campus. no matter how much suppressants you took, you unfortunately just had to grab the attention of the most notorious one out there. the university's famed center in ice hockey, reiner braun. to you, he was nothing but a godforsaken, meatheaded annoyance. a/n: i am not one of god's strongest when comes to a/b/o or the omegaverse LMFAOO LIKE I CAN'T DENY IT, SUMN ABOUT IT MAKES ME GO ABSOLUTELY FERAL AND IDC WHAT OTHERS THINK 👺👺 anywaysss, yea it's another hatefuck reiner fic that i decided recently to make a two parter LOL i made reiner a hockey player because i kinda like hockey more (i watched one game irl with my sibling and it was hella cool even tho the team we were cheering for lost 💀 the state pride was crazy, i had no idea how irritating it was hearing the other team fans cheer 😭) but i'm really really new to the sport so forgive me if i make some mistakes about it lol (i did modify it a little so it can be more dramatic and violent lol) happy valentine's day (ik this late AFFFFF LMFAO) and hope you guys enjoy this! the second part will hopefully come not too far behind, maybe in december once i'm freed from school haha note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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"You're coming to my game, right?"

The sudden weight on the table of someone leaning upon it on the other side caused it to creak, but you didn't have to look up to know who it was. The wafting smell of warm, spiced vanilla with vague, yet noticeable earthy tones wrapped around you like a familiar heated blanket. No matter how nice it smelled, it only bubbled irritation within you. You continued writing your notes, ignoring the looming presence.

"Omega, answer and look at me." A chill ran down your spine and your head felt heavy once he spoke, the demand stern and clear. You didn't want to answer him, but your secondary gender was scratching at your brain like a persistent fly. Answer him, answer your alpha.

You stubbornly pinched your leg once to get yourself out of it before finally looking up at the man himself, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Can't. Have finals tomorrow. Also, don't ever do that shit to me or call me that."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, already knowing he wasn't going to take that as an answer. "You weren't answering me and c'mon, it's only for a few hours babe. Who wouldn't come to their alpha's big game today?"

"Me because you're not my alpha and I'm not your babe. Go find some other omega that drools over you because this one isn't going." You grumbled as you stood up, beginning to collect your stuff to get back to your dorm. He grabbed your wrist before you got your notebook, pulling you towards him, eyes were gleaming with determination.

"Come to my game and I won't bother you anymore. I promise."

You pulled your arm out of his grasp with a frown, quickly debating in your mind. Could you trust him?

On one hand, it would be nice to not get disturbed by him anymore. But on the other, that means you have to be packed in a stadium with sweaty alphas and a handful of excitable betas and omegas for an hour or two. The smell would be awful and overwhelming, false ruts and heats would get triggered easily from the adrenaline. You didn't even like ice hockey or any sport in general, too many alphas dominated the industry.

You bit back a heavy sigh, finally deciding on your answer.

"Ugh. I'm holding you to that promise then Reiner. No randomly showing up at my dorm, no waiting for me at the end of my classes, don't have your friends try and check up on me for your behalf either. Got it?" His hazel eyes lit up immediately and he nodded, his smile wide.

"You got it babe, I'll pick you up at 6."

You were about to tell him off about the pet name but he ran off, whooping in the quiet library while slamming the doors open. A few of the students' and staffs' glares went over to you, causing you to grimace before finally picking up your notebook. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

Life wasn't like this before. For a year and half, you've had an alpha cling onto your every move as if you've claimed one another. It may seem like that to him but you definitely didn't want anything to do with him. All Reiner did was bring a mix of trouble to you, a burden that you never wanted. Your secondary gender was supposed to be a hidden secret for only yourself to know — the prescribed supplements made sure of that — and you were supposed to present as a beta in order to live a peaceful university life. How painfully frustrating it was to be found out from a simple error in your day-to-day routine.

You were in a rush, you're human after all, and forgot to take them before you left your dorm. It wasn't until you entered your class when a brick of strong smells bitterly hit your nose, something that never happened before. One day and that's all it took for everyone's eyes to latch onto your frame, the horrifying hunger glimmering in the darks of their pupils.

You froze, unable to move from the doorway. The vileness of their stench rang alarms in your head, they were all sour and distasteful with every short whiff you took. It was overwhelming, heavy, and nauseating. You knew what they were all thinking, internally debating whether you should run back to your dorm or transfer.

A large arm had made its way around your shoulders, pulling you closer to their body. You panicked at first until a whiff of something sweet in the air stopped you. A spiced vanilla enveloped your senses with every breath you took and like a switch, your body immediately calmed down, unintentionally leaning closer to them to continue feeling this sweet relief.

"Hey." You tilted your head up at the person who was currently holding you by the neck and felt dread quickly fill up your stomach once more.

Reiner Braun, one of the most notorious womanizers on campus and the university's proclaimed players in ice hockey.

Reiner Braun, smelling like a freshly baked pastry, slinging his arm around you while unintentionally managing to bring you back to your senses.

Reiner Braun, whose face is suddenly way too close and you could just barely feel the brush of his lips against yours.

Your face burned up at the realization and you shoved him off you, eyes wide and mouth parted open in shock as you watched him stumble back to reality. What the fuck just happened and why the fuck did he smell so good out of everyone here? He looked like he was appalled by what he did as well but recovered faster than you did, a sly smirk growing on his face.

"Hey omega, just a head's up. The next time you come to class, don't smell like a sweet treat for us alphas alright?"

You thought you couldn't burn up even more than before, your body beginning to tremble in complete rage and mortification as the students began to howl in amusement. All of your emotions were pumping through your system all at once way too quickly and you finally ran out of the class, tears brimming on the edges of your eyes. There was no way you could handle being in there for another second. The boisterous laughter faded away in your eardrums and once you got far enough from prying eyes and ears, you collapsed to the ground and nearly sobbed your heart out.

You knew attending this university would be difficult but never in your life did you think you'd be humiliated in this way, just for one stupid little mistake. To alphas, any mistake that wasn't from their pretentious clique meant your life, your downfall, everything. It becomes a weakness to exploit and use, like a deer with a broken leg completely surrounded by a pack of starving wolves.

All you could think about over and over as you finally made it to your dorm was:

Fuck Reiner Braun.

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After that day, you made sure to take your supplements on time with an alarm. Regardless of that, you still felt skittish once you stepped foot in that damn class again. Not because of the possibility that the knowing glances of your classmates would come your way, but the fact that Reiner would not leave you alone ever since he embarrassed you.

When you finally went back to that class in the next lecture, you placed yourself all the way in the back corner than your usual spot, trying to hide yourself away until everyone forgot about the incident. It seemed that your humiliating moment had faded away quickly like a passing breeze since no one looked your way as the seats began to fill up one by one. It was not until you heard the familiar laugh of him, only then you started getting nervous.

You stared down in your notebook, trying to look as busy as possible but the shuffle of a heavy bag and a body sitting down next to you in the loudest way possible confirmed your worst suspicions.

"Good thing you saved a seat for me, that’s so nice of you omega." Reiner congratulated you in a false manner and you grimaced, turning your head towards him. He wasn't looking at you but he was smiling as he looked to the front of the room. You had to force yourself not to stare at his body, which was a mental battle in itself when his pheromones were as strong as ever.

He most likely exercised before coming here, a faint sweat stain on the chest of his white cut-off tank top confirming your thoughts. The tank top was hiding little to the imagination, loose enough to where you can see his sculpted muscles from the side but tight enough to where it accentuated his chest. He was manspreading — a common occurrence in those who were considered to be extremely prideful alphas — and wearing dark gray sweatpants.

You didn't mean to but your gaze slightly wandered a little more down, heart nearly stopped in your chest when you just barely spotted the faint outline of his half-hard cock against the fabric. He was... big and if that was him barely aroused, wow. You'd pray for those that let this son-of-a-bitch hit another time.

The usually dormant annoyance in your brain wanted to get down on her knees and suck him off till he got hard in her mouth, but you had to viciously fight her back into the deep crevices of your mind. You don't know why the urge was so strong, the meds you took usually gave you no sexual desires towards anyone. Maybe you need to up the dosage? You'd have to make a doctor's appointment soon because you don't know if you could stand this new disgusting pervert inside you.

It would be the coldest day in Hell if you ever let Reiner fuck you.

"I have a name, use it or fuck off." You turned back to your notebook and he chuckled in amusement.

"You got a bite now omega? Where was she the last time we spoke?"

"Maybe she would've been there if she wasn't on the verge of a breakdown. Fucking asshole." You muttered the last bit, starting to ignore him once the professor finally entered the class. Cracking your knuckles and opening your laptop to the latest powerpoint, you began writing down the important points of what was in the week's module. It took you nearly half of the three hour long lecture to notice that he didn't make any sound, no writing or keyboard clacking or any tapping from his phone. Your peripherals just barely caught the sight of him and your skin ran cold.

Reiner wasn't paying attention to the lecture. You started to practically feel the absolute intensity of his stare, burning two deep holes into the side of your face. The chair lightly squeaked as he suddenly moved closer to you, the audible sound of him sniffing at you came after.

What the fuck was his problem? You quickly inched yourself away from him, backing into the wall but he followed suit almost immediately. His large frame nearly engulfed yours, the sheer heat of his body radiating off as he neared you.

He sniffed once above your head, then again and again as if he was searching for something. Thank God you decided to shower this morning. The tense atmosphere between the two of you grew thicker with each passing second until his hazel eyes narrowed, the corner of his mouth twitched in faint irritation.

"...You don't smell like anything." Reiner sourly muttered before pulling away, giving back the needed space.

"Uh... yeah? I got back on track with my meds." What was up with him? Reiner had never once spoken to you before the incident, in the class and out of it. In this class in particular, you've usually seen him on his phone, napping, or quietly chatting with the nearest poor soul.

He's known to not fool around with your kind, back when you were still portraying yourself as a beta. Why would he? To them, betas were boring and basic. They weren't alpha enough to be considered to be one of them and not omega enough to fuck. His preferences were pretty out there in whispers and giggles too, so it's not like he would need a reason to talk to you unless it was to get his dick wet for the night. That seemed to be the plan in mind since he was continuously interacting with you.

"Why would you?" Reiner nonchalantly questioned, as if he wasn't the one of the reasons why you take such heavy supplements. Your eye twitched, your fingers tightening around your pen.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" You scowled, watching him shrug and lean back onto the chair.

"Yeah, why not? You're the first omega I've met with a scent that's not doused in cheaply made perfume, it's..." He stopped, thinking of the right words before finally settling on one. "Original."

You scrunched your nose, conflicted with what he just described. He is the talk of the campus, most if not all omegas would've loved to be marked by him; no wonder they try to court him with different concoctions. Then again, he could just be saying that to get into your pants. Original, ha! If he liked this so-called originality, he should find it in someone else.

"I'm not interested y'know, not after what you did last time."

After you said that, all the words seemed to die in his mouth. He became quiet for the rest of the lecture and you didn't have the courage to look back up to see his expression. The silence was a simmering awkwardness, and you could only try and listen to the professor as much as you could. His smell was now twisted with a dullness to it, almost bland and distasteful like the rest of the room. When the lesson finally ended, you started to zip your bag close and pull it through your arms, until his hand grabbed the strap and lifted it up onto his own shoulder.

"What do you think you're doing?" Panic bubbled in your chest as you tried to grab it back but he kept maneuvering out of your reach, a playful smile growing on his lips.

"Think of this as an apology to you omega. I'll walk you to your next class." Your heart dropped to your stomach, the last thing you needed was even more people staring at you, especially with the campus fuckboy in tow.

"You really don't have to and don't call me that." Reiner snorted as he walked down the stairs, you having no choice but to follow him.

"What else can I call you if you haven't told me your name yet?" He held the door open for you, readjusting the bags he was holding. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

"Why offer to walk me to my next class when I don't even know your name?" It was a lie, of course everyone knew him just by the simple utter of his name, but he laughed at your simple comeback, genuinely laughed. It didn't sound like it did when he poked fun of you that one day, your face starting to lightly flush warm.

"Fair enough. Name's Reiner, Reiner Braun. One of the University of Marley Warriors centers." You slightly cringed at the title, he just had to add that fact in. Oh well, might as well play along just a little.

"Y/N L/N, one of the many second year students in the University of Marley."

He laughed once more and nudged you on the back with his elbow, letting you take the lead.

"You're a funny girl Y/N."

You had to ignore the way your stomach fluttered from the way he said it, picking up your pace. Remember, you had to remember that he caused you a turmoil of anguish for a near week. All you were going to give him was this moment and that's it.

"Thanks."

Now that you think back on it, how silly it was for you to think that this was the last time he was ever going to talk to you.

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There wasn't a minute in your day where Reiner wasn't in your presence.

Nearly every day for roughly five or six months since you've started talking to one another, he'd manage to find you and socialize. He'd give you a small snack or drink too, ruffling your hair once you took it from his hand and sitting down in the seat next to you. Every day was a different topic that he asked, ranging from simple questions to a little more personal ones. You knew he was trying to pry whenever you didn’t say much about yourself so you've revealed only a few tidbits, nothing big. Sometimes he needed studying help and you didn't mind tutoring him about the subjects you were sorta knowledgeable in. He always seemed so interested and focused in whatever you say, so hey, at least he was a decent listener.

He started rejecting hang-outs with his friends and teammates, all to simply talk to you. It's crazy how often he did it, a few times occurring in front of you through phone calls. He'd only mentioned his teammates when he tried to invite you to numerous practices, implying that he wanted them to meet you. You turned him down about it for the first few times, creating excuses to not go, until you got tired of him asking and finally begrudgingly agreed.

Watching him practice made you realize one thing about him: Reiner loved to play dirty.

Of course since you were merely a new bystander of the sport, it might've been one of the core strategies of how to win in hockey. Yet the more you observed, the more you noticed how he treated everyone on the ice, friend or foe. He told you before that centers did a lot for their team and were known to be more on the offense, even when defending. You thought the role was perfect for him, considering how he started this whole "friendship" thing with you. However, the way he treated you was nothing compared to how he treated the sport.

It was like watching an illegal cage fight from the way he quickly sped towards the puck, viciously slamming into others to make way. A frightening sight indeed, maybe even more for the ones on the ice as they were the ones he barreled his shoulders into their chests and sides. You can't remember how many times you flinched watching an unfortunate player get rammed into the plastic barrier by Reiner, the heavy sound echoing throughout the stadium. Everyone on the opposing team was merely his punching bag and though they can get a few hits in, you could tell that they couldn't handle the constant confrontations. He didn't care that they were still his teammates and that this was merely a practice game. To lose is to lose and for an alpha, that could never be an option.

You never told him this, but you never liked the look in his eyes that he gets whenever he played, the darks of his pupils blowing out the once-warm hazel color with a carnal and exhilarated intensity within them.

Regardless of his violent attitude, Reiner genuinely worked well with his team, whomever was on his side at least. He especially got along with whoever jersey number 60 is — the only hint being that his last name is Hoover — and who was noticeably taller than anyone else on the team. The two were extremely compatible, making the smoothest passes that whenever you blinked, it would seem that the other had the puck in the first place.

The strangest part of it all was that he'd make you wear his jersey afterwards, that's also somewhat the reason why you stopped coming over to his practices besides the extreme harshness of the sport. It was way too intimate for him to be sharing a highly scented object to a friend but you've tried refusing, saying that you hated the stink and it was still wet with sweat. Reiner never really cared about what you said about it and pulled it over your head, the fabric hanging loosely mid-thigh. You hated how calm it made you feel and how every time he asked for it back, you'd hesitate.

Even if he did like you, you don't know why he was being overly friendly. Was it because you were an omega that he had to be nice to you? You tried not to think about it like that since you were slowly getting used to his presence, as if he became a part of your routine.

He never pushed anything sexual onto you either like you originally thought he was going to. Sure, he'd make a weird comment or joke here or there but it never really made you uncomfortable or escalated into something else. Your feelings towards him simmered down to a level of neutrality, not quite at peace from what he did but not as angry as before. Did he feel bad for his actions? He never really said an actual apology to you, but is that really why you still find him aggravating to be around with?

"You're such a study bug, don't you know how to have a little fun?" Reiner skimmed his fingers against the already-read pages, your bodies squished side-by-side, one of his arms wrapped loosely around your waist as the two of you read your textbook together. You don't know why or when but you started to not mind the physical contact with him anymore; you chalked it up to it being the winter months and you were cold as hell, he was basically the closest thing to a portable heater. Your physician upped the dosage of your meds as well and there was a noticeable difference, but it didn't seem to deter the thoughts you were having about Reiner. They probably would’ve faded away if not for his constant presence.

"I don't have time for fun, unlike you with your full-ride and sports." You muttered as you flipped the page, eyes skimming over the new paragraphs. He groaned and rested his head on top of yours, taking in a deep breath. You’ve noticed that he was more touchier with you compared to his other friends that you once watched from afar before, but you’ve gotten used to it for the past few months.

He was silent for a few pages until you could feel his fingers trail up against your scent gland, your body immediately freezing up. He shouldn’t be touching you there, a shiver going up your spine as you felt his fingertips rub light circles around it. You couldn’t stop him, not when your brain was currently being scrambled with the feeling.

"Your smell is still not there." He off-handily murmured, finally removing his hand from your neck and letting you collect your thoughts again.

You swallowed thickly, trying to clear your throat. "I think you forget that I take heavy suppressants."

"Why do you? Do you really not want to fuck anyone any time soon?" You cringed at his wording, meeting his eyes.

"Well yeah, pretty much. I want to focus on school, not constantly wonder if I'm going to suddenly go into heat around an alpha. And it's a guaranteed protection, I don't want to get accidentally marked this early in my life." You could feel his hand squeeze and knead at the meat of your hip, knowing that he was in thought.

"I don't know if our class remembers what sub-gender I am but you certainly do, you were literally in trance when you met me," You pointed out, feeling your skin prickle warm as you thought back on the memory. "And it was my mistake, I didn't mean to get off of them and do that to you. I'm pretty much protecting myself and others from doing something... irrational."

What he didn't know is that having no heat at all for months at a time had made you indescribably horny, but you've been managing it so well that you really didn't need any outside assistance at all. Him being the only alpha that hangs around you on a day-to-day basis and consistently touching you has not made the thoughts any better than they were before, but you forced those damn heinous ideas in the back of your mind every time. Bothersome they were and you tried to not let it get to you as much as possible.

Reiner nodded slowly, closing his eyes. "Well if you do get into a heat, I'm available for use."

You gasped, quickly jabbing your elbow into his side, causing him to flinch from the feeling and laugh almost aloud in the quiet library. "God, don't say that here!"

"It's true! There's a line-up of omegas that need help through their heats, I'm not the only one that's getting something out of it. They need a knot and I give it to them." You don't know why but hearing him admit that made you almost freeze and feel your stomach drop. Every time you're reminded of his reputation, something in you twists in an unpleasant way. It's strange. You have no reason to feel this way when you don't even like him in any romantic sense.

"I'd rather not hear about your many conquests, thank you very much." His eyes connected to yours and you tried not to pull away, trying not to feign anything that would give you up.

"Don't tell me... You're jealous, aren't you?" He teased as his grin grew wider and you scoffed, closing the textbook almost a little too hard.

"Please, as if! I'm not the one here insinuating into starting something." You huffed and tried to disconnect your body from his to put the book away but he didn't let you, his arm holding you around the crook of your back firmly.

"I never mark them, if that makes you feel better. No matter how much they beg me to, I don't. I'm pretty good at controlling myself."

You paused, the heavy stone in your stomach still dragging you down. He sounded honest about it and any omega that he marked would've bragged about it for years to come. Hell, you wouldn't even be as close as you were with him right now if that was the case. Yet, the admission didn't make you feel any better and you'd rather not praise him for something so bare minimum.

"...I really, really don't care Reiner. You can fuck anyone you want silly and it's none of my business. I'm not your mate and you're not mine." His eyes softened, looking at you so fondly that you almost wanted to take back every word you had just said.

"We could be."

Time stopped. The way he said it so nonchalantly made you feel absolutely breathless, like you were punched so deeply in the gut. You so desperately wanted to kiss him in that moment — say fuck it, why not be his mate for the rest of your lives — but that was nothing but the godforsaken omega in you talking. This wasn't some cheesy romcom movie, this was real life. Why in the world would he think there was a possibility that he’d be your mate? The two of you barely knew each other besides the light-hearted chats you’ve had together, he only liked your presence because like every other omega, you were easy.

No matter how long you stayed up at night thinking about him or how much you desired pressing your body against his at all times, you would not sacrifice your future for him. You were trying to be more than just your sub-gender and more than solely becoming an alpha’s eventual trophy wife. Being with him would only complicate things. There was nothing he could do or say would change your perspective.

As you stood up with your stuff, you told him as firmly as you were able to make it without your voice wavering.

"No, we couldn't."

It felt like it was you trying to convince yourself otherwise.

You’d do anything to not be the one watching his heart break right in front of your eyes, his mood changing almost immediately. He tried to look away from you but you saw the deep disappointment reflecting in his irises. The softness they once held hardened up once he realized what he was feeling, trying hard to swallow back the pain. The change of his smell washed over you in waves, a cold melancholy hitting the back of your throat while a burning anger bit at the pit of your stomach at the same time. It wasn't like him to be so distraught with a simple rejection, maybe you were the first one that didn't immediately fall for his charms.

Maybe, just maybe... it should've been you that had gotten rejected instead. Perhaps it would've made you feel less awful about it.

"Yeah, sorry. I… I don’t even know why I said that. Why would I even choose yo— No. Wait. Fuck, I—" Reiner cleared his throat quickly and stood up himself, ready to get out of the situation he put himself in. He was backpedaling, you knew he was, but it didn’t make you or him feel any better about the situation. He really was not used to rejection, huh?

"Let's... let's forget all that. There’s a party going on in Delta Kappa Theta tonight. If you want to come, come. I don’t want you to keep preventing yourself from having fun." The way he still cared about you first made you feel like you were the complete piece of shit here. No matter what though, you didn’t owe him a relationship or situationship or whatever you two have.

You partially nodded anyways, a squeak of an ‘okay’ barely escaping you as you watched him walk away. Every step that he took made you feel even less sure about what you just did, but it was for the best… right?

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It was the first frat party you’ve ever been to and as you approached the house, you knew that it was going to be way out of your comfort zone. You wanted to go back to your safe and warm dorm, make up an excuse to go to bed early, but Reiner was right, you shouldn't be cooping yourself up for so long without any other interaction besides him. You slowly took in a deep breath, tugging at the seams of your jacket before entering the house, music blaring in your ears and bright lights hitting your eyes as soon as you opened the door.

Find Reiner, find him. Your omega begged you as you shuffled through drunk and dancing bodies, but you ignored it. Would he even want to see you after you rejected him?

Someone tapped you on the shoulder and you turned towards the person, eyes wide with shock.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you," Another alpha, his clean rain-like scent faint from the amount of alcohol in the air. He was extremely tall but folded his body within himself while holding a red solo cup, and his black hair was in desperate need of a new haircut, nearly covering the tops of his eyes. The man didn't seem to present himself like an alpha, his demeanor certainly different to the ones you've met and seen before. "You smelled like my friend and the lights are way too bright so I thought you were him, so sorry again."

He looked vaguely familiar but it seemed that he recognized you first, his mouth suddenly agape. "Wait. Aren't you the girl that Reiner keeps talking about? Uh... sorry. What was your name again?"

"Y/N, nice to meet you. Reiner... mentioned me?"

He kindly smiled and nodded, holding out his hand for you to shake. "Bertolt and you have no idea. You're basically all he wants to talk about recently."

It felt like your heart skipped a beat, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. You really had that much of an effect on him? You felt partially proud that you, a complete nobody, managed to get him head over heels for you. The other part felt horrible, you didn't mean to lead him on like that to the point where he started bringing you up to his friends. It seemed that Bertolt realized what he said was causing you to get upset, pulling you towards the kitchen.

He quickly scooped up some liquid from a punchbowl and poured it into a new cup, handing it over to you. "Here. A drink might make you feel better."

You weren't new to drinking, only having it a few times casually here and there so you took a quick sip, a smooth burn going down your throat. You coughed lightly and shook your head, hearing him chuckle. He leaned against the countertop beside you, swirling around the cup in his hand.

"Bertolt?" You hated how small you sounded, trailing your fingertips against the ridges of the plastic cup.

"Hm?" He started to take another sip out of his drink, raising it up above his head.

"I don't know if he told you this already but I rejected him this afternoon." The sound of him choking and hacking followed suit immediately after you confessed, a spew of apologies running out of your mouth as you patted his back to get it all out. He definitely didn't tell him yet.

Once he managed to finally stop clearing his throat, he wiped his mouth and turned towards you, eyes wide. "Why did you?"

You bit the inside of your cheek and took another quick sip. "I told him that I wasn't looking for a romantic relationship or sex, all I want to do is focus on is passing my classes and graduating. That's the complete and honest truth."

His friend stayed quiet for a bit until he nodded once, as if he understood your reasoning.

"That's fair, you should be able to pursue what you want to do for your life instead of tending to his needs. It's hard out there for omegas and it's great that you're doing more for yourself. I know Reiner really does actually like you, but you don't have to pursue anything with him if you don't want to. You control what you get to do."

You felt flushed from both the alcohol and his words, you've never met an alpha that shared such a considerably controversial opinion before. You quietly thanked him, watching him tilt his head up towards the ceiling, sighing softly.

"Reiner... I've known Reiner since middle school and fuck, he has his moments where he tends to be a shitty guy, even long before he presented as an alpha. He's stubborn as hell and rarely listens to us and he's occasionally a great guy to be teamed up with, but inside, I know he's just trying to figure himself out."

"What do you mean?" He flinched, beginning to sweat bullets as he nervously fidgeted next to you.

"A-ah, sorry. I don't know if I should be telling you this since you're also his friend but," His pale eyes darted side-to-side, as if he was making sure that no one was listening. "Every omega he's been with, he calls all of them 'practice' for his fated mate. Everyone knows that having a fated mate is super, super rare but since he met you, well..."

He nervously tugged at the hem of his shirt but you immediately knew what he was saying.

"No." You awkwardly started laughing, shaking your head quickly. The house immediately felt even more stuffy and overbearing, a nauseating feeling overcoming you all of a sudden. Omegas being used as practice? Were you just another practice target if the relationship didn't work out?

"N-no, he doesn't seriously think that I'm his fated mate?"

Bertolt sharply inhaled through his teeth, eyes locked to the ground. "Reiner was always hopeful he'd find his second half and you've been the only omega he speaks so positively and constantly about. He mentioned the day you guys met, how your pheromones enticed him so much that he nearly kissed you and he wanted nothing more but to have you as his mate after that. Ugh, sorry. Even saying it out loud makes me feel gross."

You felt sick, numb. Were you even friends from the start or was all of his actions just some kind of courting method? You could barely hear yourself tell Bertolt that you had to go, fumbling a goodbye and an apology to him before pushing yourself into the crowd. The sea of people felt like it was getting more impossible to navigate the more you moved in it, a tight feeling building in your chest from being overwhelmed by every little smell and sound all around you.

Get out.

Get out.

GET OUT.

When you finally managed to push through and find the front door, your blood ran cold immediately. Like a deer frozen in front of oncoming headlights, you couldn't believe what you were staring at. Every part of your body screamed in complete anguish and devastation but you couldn't move. You had no right to, but you couldn't stop your tears from rapidly falling down your cheeks.

Reiner Braun, sitting down on the couch with some stranger on his lap, tracing his hands down their back, and pulling them closer to his body.

Reiner Braun, kissing down their neck, the peaks of his canines just barely scraping against their scent gland.

Reiner Braun, basically publicly grinding himself against this willing participant of his.

His eyes opened half-lidded and in some cruel form of fate, locked onto yours. Out of everyone in the room, he managed to find yours. He pulled away from the omega, a strand of drool still connecting between them. His hand still rested comfortably on the curve of their back, his mouth uttering only one name with wide eyes.

"Y/N...?"

All you could think as you finally snapped out of it — running out of the fraternity until your lungs felt like they were being ripped to shreds — was how bad you felt for that omega. How they were only going to be reduced into something so demeaning, a dummy-run to find his perfect mate. They didn't deserve that, being wide-eyed and hopeful that because he decided to choose them for his lustful pursuits, they're finally worthy of being a candidate of his.

You sobbed aloud as you washed and scrubbed your body red once you reached your dorm, trying to erase every scent and touch he made for the past couple of months. He was nothing more but absolute filth and you fell for it like a fool, a stupid brainless omega. You thought you were better than that but no, you were just like the rest of them. Even if you were his so-called fated mate, why did he continue to seek out others? Wouldn't he have tried to abstain? Sure, you shouldn't have expected that much out of him considering that you didn't even accept his confession but for some reason, it still hurt.

Fuck Reiner Braun. You should've never forgotten that in the first place.

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Now you were here, leaving the messy history of the second year behind and now moving onto your third. Always look to the future, as they say. You took a lot of preventatives in avoiding seeing Reiner, the plan nearly as extensive as your studying.

You blocked his number once he started to keep calling over and over again ever since the party, blocking the new ones that came every so often and changing your number once you couldn't take it anymore. There was no reason for you to hear his explanation, it's his business on who he decides to fuck and you shouldn't be mad about it anymore. Part of you was afraid that if you hear him explain himself, you'd run right back to him just like every other omega he had a finger wrapped around.

You stopped frequenting areas you used to hang around in, which was unfortunate since some of those places were your favorites. You moved dorms, avoided places he frequented, and made sure he wasn't in any of your classes. Your majors were luckily too different to be in the same buildings or rooms, and with the help of Bertolt, you were always one step ahead of him.

He was the one that approached you first in one of your classes together at the start of the new semester and taught you the ways in how to avoid meeting up with him. You didn't know why his best friend wanted to help you and once asked him, getting the answer that Reiner hasn't been himself recently and he was afraid that he might do something rash if he managed to find you.

"You have so much ahead of you, I’d hate to see Reiner make you throw it away."

Bertolt made sure that he wasn't seen with you whenever the two of you hung out, and when he was with him, he made sure to steer clear of your direction with a simple text. He had to bathe immediately after just in case your scent got on him, which should be nonexistent but he was afraid that if there was just the vaguest trace on him, Reiner would hound him about it. He basically became your bodyguard whenever it was possible for him to do so, and you didn't even ask. You've never felt so grateful meeting someone like him before.

He also brought up that Reiner's been playing more rougher than usual, and snapping at others even when they're on his side of the team exercises. Even the coach was too afraid to say anything about his behavior, relying on him and a few others that were friends with him to talk to him about it.

"It sounds like he's in a pre-rut." You mentioned, handing over the pickles from your sandwich over to him. He took them with an open palm and threw them into his mouth like chips.

"I hope not, his scent smells the same so far but he rarely gets into ruts for me to really know what he smells like. Plus, he never knows how to handle them well."

"Reiner doesn't choose any of the omegas he messes around with for his ruts?" Bertolt shook his head, swallowing.

"Not at all. It's weird, he may mess around with them during their heats but he never, ever lets them in when he's going through a rut. Think it has something to do with the fated mate mentality he has, but sometimes we don't even know he was ever in one until they're over, he basically disappears for a week or so."

It’s funny in a weird way. The two of you were hiding each other from behind Reiner’s back as if the two of you were dating. Even though the two of you became close, your relationship with him was nothing romantic. Some kind of bro-code would've been broken between Reiner and Bertolt if you started dating him, and you'd be eating your own words from what you've said to Reiner. Then again, you never wanted to date him and tolerated his looming, clingy presence on most days.

Bertolt told you that he liked someone but was too afraid to make any move. She was another alpha and one of his friends, so the pairing itself had its controversies. He kept saying that his confession might ruin what they had for years and he was satisfied being in her shadow. It was sad to hear him put himself in second place for her happiness. So you tried doing a little nudge for him to go for it — 'the worst she can say is no' kind of talk — because it was better for him to say something than nothing at all and still quietly pine for her. Bertolt got too excited and rushed in with the confession after one of his practices without your knowledge, a messy bouquet of roses tightly gripped in his hand.

There was a few word texts that he sent to you after the whole ordeal:

Didn't get accepted.

Heartbroken.

Bar.

You found him standing in front of your dormitory building waiting for you, awkward looks of both omegas and betas glancing at him. As you approached him, he took a few steps towards you and almost collapsed in your arms as you held them outstretched. His tears and snot quickly dampened your jacket, his body wracking out heaves of anguish. There wasn't an alpha in the world that you've seen so vulnerable before, his fists gripping your clothes tightly as he shook in sadness.

He started telling you what had happened once he somewhat composed himself, his voice weak and crackly as the two of you walked to his chosen bar. Unfortunately, she turned him down and told him that she was actually interested in some beta from Paradis Tech named Armin. You could only imagine the bouquet dropping to the floor in dramatic fashion, tears welling up in poor Bertolt's eyes. She apologized and somewhat comforted him by saying that his confession won't change anything between their friendship. That was good, at least on her side.

You started consoling him, rubbing his back in circles as he drunkenly wept on the polished wood after downing one too many tequila shots. The speed in which he drank each one was shocking to say the least, you don't think his glass touched the table since he picked it up.

"We've known each 'ther shince we were kitss." He hiccupped, head resting in-between his arms as he tearfully stared in the distance and dangled the shot cup in his fingers.

"If I shaid sumnthin 'ears ago, would she hab 'ccepted me — or or or — shill reject me because of awer shub-genda?" You pitifully stared at his crumpled form, not knowing what to really say to make him feel better about the situation. The bartender then took his glass from Bertolt and told you to take the poor guy home, shaking his head slowly as he quietly whined about getting cut off.

"C'mon big guy, let's get you back."

The walk was quiet besides the occasional sniffle and you could tell he was trying not to fall on top of you, his feet slowly dragging on the concrete. As the designated sober friend, you were carefully observing him, a hand firmly holding the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He stopped suddenly, the sounds of his sneakers squeaking.

"Y/N."

"Hm?"

You turned your attention towards him, tilting your head to the side.

"If I wazzn'tin love wif Annie, I'd be sooooo in love 'ith—"

Bertolt then jolted to the side of an alleyway before he could finish what he was saying and started throwing up. It prompted you to quickly go by his side and hold him up, patting hard on his back to get it all out. You knew what he was going to say and you hated it. He's drunk and sad, nothing that came out of him was going to be honest.

"Don't say that Bertolt." You mumbled, lifting him back up once he finished and slinging his arm over your shoulders.

"I'm not going to be a replacement for you."

He reached over with his other hand, skin cold around the nape of your neck as he pulled your face towards his. You could smell the alcohol lingering in his breath, face cringing when you saw a bit of spittle still hanging off of his lips. He started saying something even more incoherent, his eyes beginning to close in hints of slumber.

"No, no, no. I... I swer'lve ewtoo."

You laughed softly as you shook your head in amusement, pulling him forwards. He really won't remember this at all. Bertolt finally fell silent, the occasional drunken groans slipping through if you tugged him too roughly.

Maybe in another world, if you had met Bertolt before Reiner...

You made the decision to take him to your dorm. The dormitory building was way closer than the frat house he lived in, and you'd rather not lug around his heavy body another ten blocks to get there. Never in your life you had thought you'd be sneaking in a giant of an alpha into the shared beta-omega dorms, but you wouldn't be the first to do so. It's a good thing his scent was currently dulled with alcohol or you'd be in more trouble trying to hide him. Quickly unlocking your door and taking him over to your loveseat, you watched as his body slowly relaxed into the cushions.

He was simply way too tall for the seating, his legs dangled off of the side of the couch as you adjusted him to a positioning that would prevent any risk of asphyxiation if he started throwing up again. You highly doubted that he had anything left in him, but it was good to be on the safe side. You lightly pinched his cheek, getting a change of clothes and headed towards the bathroom.

You checked on him once more before going to bed, a light snore coming out of him. Seems like he's all tuckered out and okay for now, the hangover is definitely not going to be pretty in the morning. You settled yourself into your sheets and turned the lights off, soon falling asleep.

The sound of your alarm on your phone blared in your ears, arms trying to pull out from underneath the blanket to turn it off but you didn't move an inch. Groggily opening your eyes, you saw an arm wrapped around your body, your mind not registering what was going on until you heard the soft sounds of breathing on top of your head. You turned your head slowly to the couch, the connection finally being put together when you saw his body wasn't lying there.

He started to rouse from his sleep when the alarm kept sounding off, an annoyed hiss slipping through his lip as his head lifted up from yours, reaching over himself to shut it off.

"Good morning big guy." You whispered as he settled back next to you, lightly squeezing you closer to him as if you were his pillow.

Bertolt grumbled quietly. "What time is it?"

"According to my alarm, maybe 8:05 in the morning." You tried to get up to get him water and something for his headache, but he didn't budge an inch. The two of you laid with each other, basking in the morning warmth quietly.

"Sorry for getting in bed with you, I tried finding a blanket but didn't want to wake you up."

"It's fine," You hummed quietly, turning your body towards him. "You okay though?"

He opened his mouth but closed it, falling silent as he slowly began to think. He turned on his back, staring at the white ceiling.

"Not really. Everything still hurts and I'm tempted to cry even more but... I don't know. Some part of me feels... relieved? If I never told her, I'd still be stuck in a loop worrying whether I'd ruin something between us and keep having this twist in my stomach whenever I see her with someone else. I'm glad that she found someone that she's happy with but..."

Bertolt put his forearm over his eyes, letting out a soft laugh.

"But why do I still want her?" His voice cracked, a tremble following the end of his words and once more, you wrapped your arms around his torso. You could smell his sadness, a heavy and misty petrichor filling the room in waves.

"Sometimes there's things that we desperately want to have but can't have. Irrational as it is, it's in our nature." You mumbled, your hands balling up in his sweatshirt.

"Like you with Reiner?" Your blood ran cold as he said that but you merely pushed your face into his body.

"I don't know."

In the end, Reiner managed to find you and ask you to his game. You texted Bertolt, asking how was he able to get your location after being almost MIA for months. Apparently when you and him finally snuck him out of the dormitory, it completely slipped his mind that he had to wash off like usual. When he entered the frat house, Reiner greeted him but stopped midway, quickly approaching him and grabbing his shirt collar roughly.

He demanded me to tell him where you were. I'm so sorry Y/N, I couldn't stop him and our team needs the both of us playing.

You stared at the text, almost throwing your phone in frustration. You should've said no, had firmly stood behind your decision. Yet, the second his pheromones reached your nostrils, you couldn't stop yourself from agreeing, even if you were trying to look angry at him. You've noticed it had gotten stronger than before, was it because you haven't seen him in a while? You couldn't even be mad at Bertolt, you'd be terrified out of your mind too if an alpha was demanding an answer from you like that.

It's only for a few hours, you thought as you took in a slow breath. After that, he'll finally leave you alone.

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Reiner picked you up earlier than usual. It was about 5:10 when you heard a knock at your door, causing you put down the lip gloss before you even could apply it. Shuffling over and peeking through the peephole, you saw him standing there in a suit and tie. He cleaned himself up, the stubble he once had when he found you was completely shaven away and his blond hair was slight slicked back with gel.

"You're early." You muttered as you opened the door, keeping it barely ajar. He's not even supposed to step foot in the dorm, nervousness crawling up your spine. His pheromones hit you like a train, practically everyone that was walking down the dorm hallway could smell him, heads turning in your room's direction.

"I wanted to see you." He grinned, pushing the door open even more — nearly knocking you over — and handing you a bouquet of morning glories, camellias, and forget-me-nots. As you were staring at the mostly red flowers, almost a complete eyesore with the addition of the light blue petals that peered out from within, he waltzed in your safe haven without your permission.

"Hey! Reiner, you can't just—!"

You groaned as you exasperatedly followed after him, placing the bouquet down on your desk. His form was absolutely massive compared to the entire room, his head constantly turning towards the different decor that you hung up on the walls.

"I've never seen your dorm on the inside before, it's cute. It's... you." He softly mumbled, your face turning warm. You grabbed his sleeve, trying to tug him out of your space so you can get ready, but he stopped in the middle of the room, his attention honed in towards the messed sheets of your bed.

"Reiner," You started, your eyes following to where he was looking at. Your heart nearly stopped in your chest when you smelled a burning anger occupy the space — a smoldering, cindering scent — nearly making you cover your nose from how horrible it was. You gulped, hand slipping out and down to your side in a fist. "Reiner, w-we... we didn't do anything."

He just stood there silently, still focused on your bed. He has every right to be angry, you were literally snuggling with his best friend this morning, but you didn't belong to him. Scummy as it was, you made your bed and laid on it, there was nothing he could change about it.

"I-I'm just going to get ready." You whispered, turning around to go back into the bathroom. Big mistake.

Large hands grabbed your wrist, dragging you around in a speed that you couldn't comprehend. You almost screamed as he threw you on the bed, Reiner following after you and trapping you beneath him, his leg in-between yours. Fear was pouring out of you in waves but he couldn't smell it, no one could.

It took him little time and effort for him to press his lips against yours, your eyes wide as you soon realized what he was doing. You tried moving your mouth away, a scared and little no slipping out but he caught you again, his hand gripping your chin and forcing your head to stay in place. You tried pulling at his suit, squirming and kicking your legs, anything to get this monster off of you, but he didn't budge, seemingly finding enjoyment in your weak attempts as he pressed himself deeper against your lips.

His knee nudged at your cunt, a muffled, surprised gasp coming out of you, letting him enter your mouth even more. A shiver ran up your spine as you felt his tongue run against yours, the wet muscle violating wherever he went in a meticulous fashion. You could barely breathe, the smell of him and the aftershave he had on was so intense that you could feel the tug of your omega side slipping through the cracks of your mind; not even your medication was able to stop you from feeling this way.

Reiner finally pulled away, a mix of each other's saliva connecting the two of you. Strands of his gelled back hair fell over his forehead, your once-brushed out hair tousled into a mess. Both of your breaths were uneven and heavy, his eyes low and dazed as he stared down at you. Tears were running down your face, ruining what you've already put on, your eyebrows scrunched together in absolute horror as you shared the same stare with him. He sniffed the air once, again and again as he neared your neck.

"Stop, stop, stop." You cried out as you pushed against his stubborn head, fearing that he would bite down on your scent gland.

He didn't make any move, only sniffing at you like a curious dog. He then pressed his lips against it, causing you to abruptly stiffen in horrid expectation.

There was no pain as he pulled away from you, your hand immediately shooting to your neck to feel for any welts or marks. Nothing. A simple kiss was all he did on it, and you couldn't help but feel appreciative that he didn't mark you.

"Don't you dare see Bertolt ever again, you understand?" He hissed into your ear, the threat echoing hollowly in your head. No way in hell were you going to listen to him, but the omega in you nodded slowly, his heavy body finally lifting off of you. You tried to ignore the imprint straining against his lower half, your eyes staring up at him in complete shock.

"Go get yourself ready."

Shakily getting up on your feet, you beelined towards the bathroom without a single word, nearly collapsing on the floor once you turned the lock. As you looked at your face in the mirror, dripping dark drops of mascara and eyeliner stained the apples of your cheeks. The lipstick that was once there, was now rubbed away, leaving nothing but your bare lips. Your hand trembled as you reached over for a makeup wipe, a quiver of a sigh coming out of you.

You wanted to throw up, get every bit of spit and slobber of his out of your system, but you couldn’t. He’d hear you.

Reiner brought one of his jersey's for you to wear once you came out of the bathroom with fresh casual makeup back on, and you could tell that the article was completely drenched in his scent. You sniffed at it gingerly as you held it in your hands, cringing away from the sweet vanilla smell.

"What? It's clean, I promise."

"Liar." You mumbled under your breath but pulled it over the shirt you wore, the fabric loose against your body. He took a quick minute to admire you in his clothing, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking the skin with his thumb. You could still see the red stain of your lipstick smeared on his lips, trying to fight back tears and a sneer.

"You look so fuckable right now," You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched the tip of his tongue licked across his bottom lip, the darks of his pupils reflecting an unhinged licentiousness that horrified you within every atom in your body. "Maybe tonight, when I win, I'll be getting another trophy."

"Don't forget our deal asshole," You finally spat out, ripping his hand off of your face in disgust. "I'm only going to your stupid game because of the promise you made this morning."

Reiner simply stared down at you, your nerves scrambling even worse than before. He finally scoffed, crossing his arms. "Right. Our deal."

You hated the fact that he basically was acting like he didn't just forcefully kiss you, your nails digging into the palm of your hand. "Can we go now?"

He checked his phone, huffing slightly. "Yeah. Don't worry, we're not that far to the stadium. Just a few traffic lights and we'll be there."

You felt all the color drain from your face. You thought it was close by in walking terms but now you had to be in a small space where it now completely smells like him? Might as well hold your breath the entire ride.

The short drive was quiet, some random old rock station was lowly playing on the radio, but the two of you didn't speak to each other. What would even be exchanged anymore? You didn't want to be associated with him so long as you walked on this planet. Reiner's fingers thrummed on the wheel, red spilling into the car and staining every surface within. He turned towards you as if he wanted to say something and you stared back, a chill running down your spine. No words were said, but you felt every little thing from his smell.

Ravenous, a voracious appetite for the predator in disguise. Right in front of him, a five-course meal just ripe for the picking. All he's doing now was waiting for you to back into an inescapable cliff, the perfect moment to finally strike.

"...You have to go." You whispered and he finally broke eye contact, staring at the traffic light above and accelerating.

"Yeah, right."

The silence once presumed until the two of you approached the stadium, him mentioning that he got you a seat near the rink so you could see the action up close. To be honest, you could care less about the game and who would win overall. Reiner handed you the ticket between his index and middle finger, but when you reached over to grab it, he took it back.

"Need a good luck kiss from you first. If this is the last time I'll get to see you, I want to make it last."

You didn't want to rile him up before he played or make him force his hand upon you in the car, so you planted a quick kiss on his cheek before grabbing the ticket from his hand simultaneously. "Okay. Done. Good luck or whatever."

You scrambled out of his car, making your way to the inside as soon as possible. The arena was louder than you thought once you stepped foot, the joyous chatter and screams echoing throughout the hallways. LED screens hanging from the ceiling flashed the words Marley Warriors vs Paradis Titans, showing the line-ups of each team member.

Reiner came first in the centers, his pose prideful and boasting with stats to match. The other three names that you noticed were Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, and Eren Kruger. You eventually saw Bertolt come up as one of the right wingers but no sign of his usual reserved side showed in his photo, he looked focused and tough more than anything else. One of the goalies was an older looking individual by the name of Zeke Jaeger, confident but not too boasting. Clips of their past games showed afterwards, showing their amazing teamwork and impressive previous goals, then moving on to the other team.

The main centers for the Paradis Titans were composed of four men; Eren Jaeger, Jean Kirschtein, Levi Ackerman, and Miche Zacharius. Was the Eren guy related to the other Jaeger on your university's team? They definitely didn't look alike in your opinion but it could simply be because of a crazy Punnett square. Some wingers and defensemen that you sorta paid attention to were Armin Arlelt, Hange Zoë, Floch Forster, and Connie Springer. The goalie on their team was a massive blond man named Erwin Smith, his photo exuding a powerful stance, maybe even more than your uni's goalie. You felt like Reiner's team might have some trouble facing them, their defense and attack seems pretty threatening.

You finally took a glance at your ticket, walking around trying to find the stairway for your seating. The smells of popcorn, melted cheese, and hotdogs filled your nose, but you didn't feel hungry at all, still sick to your stomach from what had happened earlier. Eventually you finally found where you were supposed to go, and if you thought it was loud in the other shell of the arena, finally stepping in the seating area and the rink was absolutely ear-breaking.

Sirens, music, screaming, loud announcers. Almost every unbearable sound was contained in the structure, you should've bought earplugs prior to this. Not to mention, every scent of maybe hundred alphas and omegas intertwined made you feel even more overwhelmed, a headache beginning to form.

It's only for a few hours, a few hours and you'll never see this place or him ever again.

Your seat was nearby Reiner's team, nearly in-between the other team as well, the other teammates chattering with each other. You've sorta recognized them, occasionally seen around campus and such. Heads and eyes of strangers from school nearby were somewhat turning towards you, even the team started to notice you walking up behind them. Your face burned up at the realization once you sat down. Shit. You had completely forgotten that you were wearing Reiner's heavily scented jersey, you might as well be showing off the mating mark that he could've made a few hours ago.

"Yo Braun's omega is here!" One of the team members called out and you almost hid your head in your hands in embarrassment. Oh God, don't say that.

"Y/N, you made it?" The most recognizable voice cleared your thoughts immediately, head perking back up with a wide smile.

"Bertolt!" You wanted to hug him but he recoiled back as if you were a stranger, his nose scrunching. Your face fell immediately, his gaze sinking down in shame when he noticed your crestfallen expression.

"Sorry, it's not you. It's... y'know. That." He nudged the bottom of the jersey with the end of his stick, a frown forming on your face.

"I know. He made me wear it." You frustratingly tugged at the fabric with one hand and he chuckled, ruffling the top of your head. You'd burn it on the spot if you could.

"I didn't make you wear anything babe, you've always liked wearing my clothes." The sound of his voice made you freeze in place, eyes wide as your head turned in the direction of where he was walking in. Bertolt followed suit, his hand retracting away from you as if you were suddenly a hot stove.

"I don't think I could follow up your end of our deal if you're not respecting my demands, omega." No. That was never part of the agreement. You just gave the okay so he'd get off your back about it. He genuinely couldn't be serious about not seeing Bertolt anymore, right?

"Don't be an asshole Reiner. She's not just an omega."

The blond scowled at his friend, shoving his helmet roughly against his chest. He pushed it off of him, staring the other down in a sneer. You've never seen Bertolt like this before, the usual rain smell he had was turning stormy and bitterly furious.

"Oh, I'm the asshole? I wasn't the one hiding my fucking mate from me for months and sleeping in her bed. Not to mention, what happened to Annie or did you get tired of another alpha that's better than you?" You internally winced for him, that was such a low blow. Bertolt looked stunned for a second, glancing over at you for a quick second, but he pushed his shoulder back roughly in return.

"Don't bring Annie into this Reiner, this is about my friend. Did you really think she'd let you — of all people in this school — mark her when you act like a conceited asshole? She's not your fated mate. You've proven that over and over again that she's going to be like the rest, you knotheaded fuck."

You gasped at the sudden insult, a vein nearly popping out of Reiner's forehead but he didn't say anything more, pushing past Bertolt and shouldering him roughly with a scowl. You didn't mean for them to start an argument with one another, the game hadn't even started and tensions were already high. The Paradis Titans team weren't hiding their amused stares, the Eren Jaeger guy whispering to the short haired, bowl-cut blond next to him; Armin, you think. The murmurs of strangers behind you made you feel sick, hearing the word knottease being tossed around, the horrid word directed towards you.

You started to apologize profusely once Bertolt turned towards you, but he simply held out a hand, patting your shoulder as you stopped.

"Don't be. Someone needed to say it to him, maybe this fight would finally clear his head."

"But the game Bertolt, I—" You started but he interrupted you once more.

"I don't give a shit about the game if you're the one being hurt. You matter more than hitting a puck around, okay?" If you weren't wearing Reiner's jersey, you'd hug him right now. He smiled and put his helmet on, leaning close to you to whisper something in your ear.

"By the way, don't listen to the jerks behind you. You're nothing like that, you're going to be something great." He backed away once the horn started, walking over to the entrance to the ice rink to join his team. Good luck, you wanted to say because if anything, he'll need it when he gets into the arena with a monster in tow.

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If you thought Reiner was bad in practice, his violent playstyle was nothing compared to when he's in an actual game. How on Earth this sport was approved to play for anyone, you had no idea. All you could hear was men yelling at each other and slamming each other to snatch the slippery little puck, fans behind you hollering just as loudly.

Both Reiner and Bertolt had seemed to forgive each other on the court, winning being the only thing on their minds. Just like in practice, they didn't have to say anything to get the point across, making passes and attempted shots whenever they had the slightest of openings. The two Galliards seemed to be more communicative with one another, defending the goalie whenever they could with short barks of commands. They were good but Eren Jaeger seemed to be the rookie ace of the Titans, managing to push through and score in the most impossible scenarios.

You could tell he was aggravating them, putting them in a corner while constantly taunting them with a one-liner or a smug smile as he scored. An angry alpha was something not to mess with and putting a whole group of them against other alphas who were mocking them for their failures? It's obviously an immediate recipe for disaster.

Intermission came around, the score against the Warriors by two. As the teams were talking to one another to plan out their next attack, you watched the Zambonis slowly smooth out the ice again. You paid no attention to them and their chatter, you wouldn't have made sense of it anyways.

"Hey," You looked around for the source of the voice and finally down, seeing bright turquoise-blue and a mess of brown hair standing below you. He smelled sharply fresh, like the first bite to a mint leaf and drinking cold water afterwards. It wasn't necessarily bad like most in the arena, just made your nose crinkle a little from the suddenness of it. "Eren Jaeger."

"Oh- um... Y/N. Aren't you supposed to be talking to your team?"

He waved his hand dismissively towards your statement, crossing his arms with a smile. "Nah, there's nothing else that's new with the planning. You, however, are the talk of the arena."

Your cheeks flushed warm, the temptation of burying yourself alive later on growing more and more, but you grimaced instead. "So what? You wanted to see if I'm what they say I am?"

Eren shook his head, taking a few steps closer towards you. "I'm not talking about the knottease comments, I'm talking about the Reiner Braun's mate comments. Is it true?"

"No! Of course not!" You exclaimed in shock, but the subtle-not-so-subtle glance downwards towards your attire seemed to make him doubt you otherwise. You tried defending yourself about it without revealing much about the twisted relationship you actually have with Reiner.

"This is just because he thinks he's claimed me and we've made a deal. I have no other choice."

"Is it now? Well then," He pointed towards himself with a thumb, his grin growing even wider. "When I win, wanna go on a date with me after this?"

How many alphas were gunning for you right now?! You knew that you took your suppressants today after Bertolt left your dorm so how come this was happening to you? The absolute balls on this man, especially since he was thinking that his team had already won. You wearily shook your head, you've had your fill of pestering alphas for the rest of your schooling life.

He looked dejected for a second but perked up immediately, the buzzer of the timer echoing throughout the arena. You thought that was that and began to turn your attention towards your college's team, but then he called out a 'head's up', tossing something in your direction. You caught it in surprise, looking in the palm of your hands and finding a keyhole shaped earring.

"Keep it! For the next time we meet!" Eren waved you goodbye and jogged over to his side of the team, high-fiving and chattering with his friends before putting a helmet on. You let a small smile slip out, he may be a little cute but there was definitely no way you were ever going to see him ever again. You safely tucked it into your pocket, finally looking towards the Warriors.

He was watching you. Of course. There was a livid look in his eyes, his brows scrunched even more in irascibility and his teeth were bared, perhaps even grinding together in this current moment. You paled at the thought of them sinking into your neck like some kind of rabid animal. Reiner was barely human anymore, you realize. Any loving gaze that he had before for you was nothing more but a dangerous hunger.

All you could hope was for the Warriors to win so he would be in a decent mood to finalize the goodbyes, and you'd pray for the Titans for the brutality that they're about to endure because of his horrid attachment to you.

The players slid into the ice once more, the deafening cheers of everyone growing louder and louder as the second half of the game was beginning to start. The referee smoothly made his way between the two masses of men, Reiner staring down coldly into the clear mask of Eren. Like a coin flip, the puck was thrown highly into the midst of them, their eyes following it as it made its way down to the icy ground.

Click.

In a snap of a finger, the sound of sticks bashed together once the puck bounced off of the surface. Like a choreographed dance, the rivals whirled with one another, swinging and twisting their bodies around in order to get ahold of the very thing that might as well be the trophy itself. The intensity of the game was now at an all time high that even you started to pay more attention to it, the hairs on your arms raising in anticipation.

The puck swung back and forth like a pinball, but the Warriors managing to catch up to a tie. It was starting to become a standstill again however, taunting chants coming out from the people in the stands, jeering at the anyone that opposed their team. Players were being switched out on both teams during timeouts but few remained on the ice, a tense aura between the three.

Reiner, Bertolt, Eren.

Bertolt took a few glances at his friend, tapping the end of his stick with his and seemingly started to exchange words with him from what you could see. Who knows what it was about; the game, the enemy team, you. He only lifted his fist up, letting the other return it in a similar gesture and that seemed to calm the black-haired male's nerves.

Reiner's eyes were lasered in on Eren for the most part, gripping the handle of his stick tightly and swiping it around on the ice as if he was practicing a shot. He was truly unrecognizable, a shell of the man that once followed you around like the world's most clingiest puppy dog. You knew he wanted to show-off, his pride was at risk to a girl that he believed he owned for months. Disgusting and typical.

Eren seemed the most lax out of all of them, leaning against the plastic border as fans behind him fawned over him. He seemed not to care about Reiner's burning glares at him, waving across the rink to seemingly you. He seemed nice, but it was obvious that he had more intentions than just wanting to befriend you.

The whistle sounded and the game began once more, the men skating themselves back to the middle. You checked how much time was left on the clock, ten minutes. Ten more excruciating minutes and you were going to be finally free.

" 'Round it now!" You could hear Reiner call out to Grice as he suddenly slammed his complete weight into enemy Jaeger, their eyes meeting as the others chased after the puck. They went after it as well once he recovered from the blow, but it looked like they started talking and you managed to spot a furious glint glazing over his hazel eyes.

He suddenly threw his stick out onto the rink, ripping off his gloves and grabbing Jaeger's shirt by the collar in frightening speed. Reiner was undeniably experienced with his punches, uppercutting him from below the mask. It toppled off of his head, falling to the ground with a crack, and Eren was stunned for a second, just for a single second. He was unable to completely process what had happened before the bigger male tackled him to the cold ground, the deafening sounds of heavy bodies slamming into the ice made the arena stand still.

The referee was too afraid to intervene but blew the whistle immediately, and hundreds of people watched the Reiner Braun brutally dig his knuckles into his face. Fresh crimson spilt down on the ice in splatters and you were forced to witness him weakly trying to stop him, protecting his face as much as possible to no avail. Bertolt immediately tried pulling him off of him, shouting at him that he needed to stop but it was like he was in a trance, almost attacking him in the process.

He finally was pulled off of Eren by the goalie of Warriors — furiously throwing his own punch into his face — and the poor boy having to be quickly removed from the rink on a stretcher. Reiner was pinned to the ground by multiple individuals and given a tranquilizer, his body soon relaxing and slumping over. They put him on a stretcher as well, his hands and legs bounded together and his mouth wrapped with a cloth rag. He was still slightly conscious, his calm and woozy stare meeting your horrified one.

The game had to continue without them but you had already left, not knowing the result. You felt too nauseous from smelling the sheer fear and panic that was coming of Eren, pungent and potent as it filled the air. But Reiner's...

All you could smell was that sickening warmth, a burning sensation in your nares. The same scent from your dorm but that's not at all what made you leave immediately. The sick fuck was happy he was beating into the defenseless guy, exhilarated that his blood was running down his skin and staining the floor, joyful. The nose doesn't lie and you wonder if everyone else caught it too.

Bertolt texted you when he visited Reiner in the hospital, but you didn't respond, busy trying to scrub the remnants of him out of your dorm while tears ran down your cheeks.

He did it for you.

[karinasbaby]

PARK SUNGHOON — I WISH SUNGHOON WAS MY BOYFRIEND.. (A VERY SHORT SUNGHOON SMAU!)

✶ IM JOKING THO! .. maybe not.

SYNOPSIS.. when the wonders of the modelling world and photographing world get clashed lots of secrets get revealed, lots of enemies are made and lots of friends are lost. so how will your story, an upcoming photographer unfold when entangled with seoul’s infamous supermodel park sunghoon?

⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ──── PAIRING, FEM!PHOTOGRAPHER READER X MODEL!SUNGHOON. (17+) | WARNINGS, fluff, weird. just weird stuff. swearing, um cute stuff too? will eventually contain smut, idk this is all pre planned i’m posting this after i finish all the chapters so i’ll update then if not hi i forgot :D ! (update i am NOT posting this with all chapters finished.) | A,NOTE. my first smau series kinda nervous kinda about to kms but we ball this is for chels HAPPY BIRTHDAAYYYYY

ꕤ ... this is basically me making up for the distress, annoyance and dramatic-ness i’ve made chelsea go through for the past 5 months, happy birthday chelsea i love you !! <3 (even tho i’m like 3 months late 😞)

WARNINGS: (will contain) swearing, suggestive themes & smut (17+), angst, fluff, questionable scenarios.. it’s gonna have a lot of lore (updating this like three weeks later to confirm that this smau is going to be nowhere near short. i’m stressed.) thanks to my beloved nia i’ll probably finish this in the summer of 2025 but! i’ll try my best i promise, lots of characters r just. horrible. asshole sunghoon obv, mentions of toxic work environments & (modelling) industries, more will be added as we move forward 🙂‍↕️

UPDATING SCHEDULE: this smau will be updated every friday & sunday from september till oct-nov (for now), some chaps may get delayed as im also a uni student so pls bear with me 🙏🏼 other than that i hope u enjoy :3

CHAPTER INDEX!

♡ .. PROFILES

• 1.. sprinkle of asshole-ness 😥

• 2.. odd atelierian triplets

• 3.. CRAZYDOGSLEEVES!

• 4.. top secret secret top secret?

• 5.. suspicious as fuck..

── MORE TO COME!

a,note. really stepping out of my comfort zone with this smau 😓 but i’m really excited for everything :3 !! anyways, i’m exactly 23 days late from chels’ birthday as i upload this masterlist but hey! we have till summer of 2025 to celebrate her birthday now w this smau :D ! anywho happy birthday chels @ak4e7a !!! i love u !!!

[santaasi]

raison d'être

pairing: james potter x shy!reader

summary: james potter never thought that the most terrible day of his life could give him a new reason for existing

warnings: muggle au, fluff, no use of y/n, english isn’t my first language

word count: 2.3k

a/n: i’m alive!! but i feel like with all my uni and graduating stuff i just lost inspiration. but i promise that very soon there will be more fics! love u all. have a good time readings my new work <з

JAMES POTTER HAS NEVER BEEN A LOSER. On the contrary, his life has always been like an endless lottery win. Ideal and loving parents, who provided him with everything he needed and supported him at every step. Friends who were always there for him even in the worst. A perfect career in sports that was only going uphill every day and promised to take James to new heights. James Potter was a golden boy who always seemed to be surrounded by a halo of luck. In all his twenties, he didn't know what failure and lose were. Troubles avoided him and it was something familiar to him. That's why when everything went wrong on one of the most important days of his life, James was taken aback.

It was one of hundreds of other summer days when the weather in London was pleasing with its sunshine and warmth. And that was the day James Potter overslept for the first time in his life. And it would be fine if he was late for training or a regular meeting about plans for the week, but… James Potter overslept and was late for a meeting with their future sponsors, who would decide the fate of the team and its entry into a more perspective professional league.

But apparently this was not enough for fate (if it ever existed). The fate decided to mock James more by taking all his luck and replacing it with failure. Because as soon as he left the house and got into the car, it didn't start, although last night, when he returned from another get-together with Sirius and Remus at the bar, everything with his car was fine. He had to ride in a completely packed bus, breathing in sweat fumes and feeling someone's elbow dig into his lower ribs. By the time he got to the bus stop, the air in his lungs was starting to run out. And besides all that, James had to walk the long way to the sport base to protect his ass and buy coffee for everyone at the meeting, to pretend that this was what he had planned from the very beginning. It was Sirius's plan, which, to James' great surprise, sounded really good for the first time in what seemed like forever. But instead of going to the usual café on another street, James ran into a new coffee shop, which was right next to the sports base, which decently helped to shorten his time.

A bell rang over James's head as he entered a softly lit, bright space with a couple of tables and guests who were sitting here, working and drinking pleasantly smelling coffee. For a very recently opened place, the coffee shop probably really had a lot of popularity in the area. James covered the distance from the door to the cash desk in a couple of steps and opened a dialogue with Sirius, quickly rattling his order to the barista, whom he did not even deign to look up at.

"’m sorry, could you repeat the order more slowly? This is my first day and..." you whispered softly, biting your lip uncertainly, and James looked up. His gaze is full of anger, which made you swallow a lump in your throat.

You've never been good with people. Large crowds scared you, and even with your close friends you preferred to message rather than call. But when life shook you up and the deadlines for paying for college were already burning, you had to get over your fear and be interviewed at a new coffee shop near your house, where an employee was urgently needed. A week ago, you were over the moon when you were accepted. The job didn't seem difficult and learning the basics of barista work was even interesting, and most importantly, the customers were all friendly. And you even have a hope that working with people won't be so bad. But as soon as you were faced with James Potter's eyes full of irritation, all hope for something good immediately disappeared, replaced by fear and nervousness.

"Or... or I can call another more... experienced specialist..." you began softly, stumbling through the words.

When James Potter entered the café, he was really annoyed because of the plans that didn't go the way he wanted. But as soon as his gaze meet your frightened doe eyes, his face immediately softened and all the emotions that he had experienced before faded into nothing but pure adoration.

You were beautiful. No. You were lovely. You looked like a small frightened deer that has met a hunter in the forest. Innocent. Sweet. Elegant. James Potter didn't know that there were perfect people in this world, but looking at you, he was convinced of it. His world seemed to stop for a second, concentrating only on you and on awkward lowering of your stunning eyes and how you bit your lip and how your thin fingers was nervously fidgeting with the bottom of your apron.

You cleared your throat and said something. James didn't hear it. He was consumed by you. He wanted to get to know you. Beautiful pictures were already playing in James's head, like movie stills of how he would ask you for your phone number and how you would smile and hand him a crumpled tissue, which he would, of course, keep all day as the apple of his eye. He has already imagined your date. How he takes you to one of those silent film festivals that were taking place in London right now. How you will chat for days on end without thinking about anything. How at the end of the evening he will take you home and slightly bending down, the distance between you will be reduced, and then…

As soon as you turned around to leave, James immediately fell out of his fantasies, quickly trying not to let you leave. He reached across the counter and grabbed your wrist, forcing you to pay attention to him again. But as soon as he realized how uncultivated he was by violating your boundaries, he immediately took his hand away, stuffing them into the pockets of his jeans, guiltily lowering his eyes to the floor. It was not typical for James Potter to blush, but he could feel the heat rising up his neck, scorching his cheeks.

"Um... sorry... I-I can repeat the order," James said nervously, and you noticing his change of mood and awkwardness relaxed a little, listening attentively to his order once again.

You quickly handed him the check and asked him to wait next to the pick-up counter, smiling sweetly, which made James's heart skip a beat. He nodded wordlessly and swallowed, still feeling the tingling in his hand where your fingers touched his skin.

Waiting for his order, James couldn't take his eyes off you. Everything in him screamed that he should come up and ask you out or ask for your number, as he had done hundreds of times.… But he couldn't... something was stopping him. And so when his name came off your lips (he didn't think that his own name uttered by someone could make him almost faint) and you handed him a bag with his order, all he could do was whisper a quiet "thank you" and leave the coffee shop without even turning around.

He spent the rest of the day as if in a dream. James was sitting in a meeting trying to concentrate on the important things, but all he could think about was your smile, which made his heart skip a beat. At practice, James was also distracted, as if hearing your sonorous but soft voice everywhere, the memory of which made his body goosebumps.

James Potter spent the whole day in a daze until a bell rang above him and the door closed behind him with a thud. The cafe was empty, the chairs were raised on the tables and the one who completely confused his thoughts stood with her back to him, quietly humming some remotely familiar song playing on the radio. You slowly swayed your hips, moving backwards, mopping the white tile floor until your back hit James's hard chest. You suddenly screamed loudly and turned around, covering your mouth with hand in shock. James ran a nervous hand through his hair and frowned slightly.

"Sorry, I thought you were still working, I came in... to buy something to drink," James quickly rattled on one exhale, meeting your gaze.

You blinked quickly a couple of times, trying to move away from the shock that you experienced from an unexpected meeting with a visitor. In him, you immediately recognized the guy James, whom you first dubbed the last jerk that came to ruin your first working morning, and then you noticed how cute and sweet he was when a blu sh appeared on his cheeks and immediately melted away.

"No, no, we are still working... there were just no visitors and I decided to start cleaning early… But you can order... it's okay," you assured him, giving James a soft smile before turning around and standing behind the counter, putting the mop aside.

James looked at the menu carefully, and then at you. There was silence in the coffee shop for a couple of seconds, and you felt your cheeks start to burn from the piercing gaze of his coffee eyes. You slowly lowered your gaze, trying to hide a silly smile.

"What do you recommend?" clearing his throat, James asked without taking his eyes off you. He wanted to stay in your company as long as possible and get to know you better. At least for a little bit. "What's your favorite drink?"

"Hmm... I'm not a big fan of coffee," you thought, looking over your shoulder at the menu. "That's why I would recommend herbal tea with raspberries and mint..." you nodded, concentrating on the guy standing in front of you again and smiling. "Well, it's also my first day and I'm not sure I can make you a good coffee... so tea would be the safest option," you joked, biting the inside of your cheek.

James laughed hoarsely, throwing his head back and you shyly lowered your head, hiding the blush that became even brighter on your cheeks. James was the epitome of what the perfect man looked like in your fantasies. Slightly curly hair, warm brown eyes that when he smiled seemed to be able to warm the whole world and round glasses that brightened his face and gave him even more charm. Such a handsome guy must have had an equally beautiful girlfriend. You thought, but quickly pushed these thoughts away from you. He was just a client, you shouldn't have worried about these issues.

"Then I'll have tea... yeah... I'll have tea with raspberries and mint," James said, calming down a little, adjusting the rim of his glasses on the bridge of his nose, which had slipped off.

You nodded and turned away, brewing James your favorite tea, making yourself one cup along the way. He was lost in thought again, watching you do your job carefully and with concentration. Your finger was slowly sprinkled with herbs, mixing them with mint leaves and dried raspberries, along the way he noticed how you brought the herbs to your nose, inhaling their fragrance and gently smiled to yourself. You looked more relaxed and peaceful than you did this morning when James scared you with his impetuous words.

"Herbal tea with raspberries and mint for James," you announced the order as if there was someone beside the two of you, and James smiled brightly at you.

His hand lingered on yours for a couple of seconds longer than necessary, and you felt your heart begin to beat faster in your chest. There was not enough air in your lungs, and it was only when James took the cup of tea from your hands that you were able to take a ragged breath that did not pass James by. The guy grinned, sipping a drink from his mug.

"Wow, this is really good! I like it," James said enthusiastically, looking right at you. His brown eyes seemed to look straight into your soul, and you swallowed nervously again, licking your lips, feeling how for a second his gaze dropped just below your eyes.

"Thank you..." James tilted his head slightly to the side, looking at you expectantly.

You said your full name softly, and James seemed to echo it, tasting it. You were quickly caught again, feeling your fluffy eyelashes tickle your cheeks. James shook and lowered his head, trying to hide his spreading grin. Apparently, he was not the only one in this cafe who was fascinated by his interlocutor.

"Well, thank you for the delicious tea. See you tomorrow, love," he winked at you before leaving the cafe.

The endearing name came out of James's mouth so easily that for a second you were taken aback, standing rooted to the spot behind the cash desk with your mouth open, like a fish jumping onto dry land. But at the last moment, a quick goodbye escaped your lips, more like the creak of a door, and the ringing of a bell announced James's departure.

Through the big window, you watched him walk slowly along the street lit by lanterns, smiling like a madman and slowly sipping his tea, and something jumped in your chest.

You put your hand to your chest, feeling your heart beating hard against your rib cage, and then wrapped both hands around your cheeks, which pleasantly cooled your heated skin. And the only thing you could think about, standing in an empty coffee shop, looking at the door through which James came out, was that the barista's job might not have been so bad. At least as long as James appears in front of you, it definitely won't be bad.

And in order to see him again tomorrow, maybe you'll switch shifts with Marlene.

But only 'maybe'.

thankx for reading <3

for the first time in month, I had so much fun writing these one shot. so I hope you enjoyed it too. you can always share your opinion in comments or my inbox :3

- your santi 🪐

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[cy-cyborg]

Tips for Writing and Drawing Amputees: Bandaged Stumps

When writing and drawing amputee characters, unless your character only just lost their limb, they don't need to wear a bandage over their stumps.

to be clear, eda's depiction in the show was fine, since she'd only just lost her arm and went (presumably) without any medical attention, but because the show didn't have much time to show her afterwards, I've noticed a tendency of the fandom to draw her wearing the bandage permanently, so that's why I'm picking on her for my example lol.

It's a bit of a trope at this point, and I think it comes from one of a few different places:

Amputees do wear bandages on their stumps, but usually only for the first 6-12 weeks post-amputation, sometimes longer if the amputation was a result of a burn. It's possible people saw this though and assumed it was permanent.

Most amputees wear a sock made of either cotton or silicone under their prosthetics to provide them with some extra padding. These socks, called liners, often stick out from the top of the prosthetic socket and could possibly be mistaken for a bandage from a distance.

Some amputees will wear compression garments for a few months to a few years after their amputations which could also be mistaken for a bandage from a distance. These garments are designed to stop swelling and reduce phantom pain, but they aren't bandages.

Stumps get cold easier because their circulation typically isn't as good as the rest of the body, so some amputees will wear socks over them even if they aren't wearing a prosthetic to keep warm, which again could be mistaken for a bandage from a distance.

This one is funny, but in my experience unfortunately, it's the most common: people think the end of an amputee's stump is just a perpetual open wound that never heals. Meaning to avoid "gore" it needs to be covered. I've met fully grown adults who believed this until I showed up to work/uni without my prosthetics or socks on.

People are uncomfortable with seeing an uncovered stump and so put bandages over it to avoid confronting their biases.

Some combination of these points.

But yeah, unless your amputee has only just lost their limb in the last few weeks, they don't need a bandage.

The ironic thing too, is that for most amputees, bandaging a stump is nearly impossible. I've been in and out of hospital since I was 1 year old and only ever met 3 nurses and no doctors/surgeons who could successfully bandage my stump in a way that the bandage would even stay on. This is because stumps are usually tapered in shape (meaning they are wider at the top, closer to the body, and thinner at the bottom), so gravity will pull the bandage off 9 times out of 10.

On a final note: it's ok to show your amputee's stump, it's not gore, there's no blood, it just looks like a regular limb that just stops early. In fact, if you are writing/creating anything for kids or that is likely to be seen by kids, I encourage you to show your amputee's stumps at least once. I used to work on a disability awareness program for kids, and I lost count of the amount of times kids were terrified of me, because they all expected my leg to be bloody and gory. For a lot of kids, I was their first real-life exposure to an amputee, meaning they'd never even heard of people like me, or they had seen an amputee on TV, but because the show went out of its way to avoid showing the person's stump, they assumed it must have been because there was "something scary at the end" that they weren't supposed to see (kids are surprisingly perceptive, they will pick up on stuff like that without you realising). And scared kids aren't good at articulating why they're scared, and would often say really mean or hurtful things to me. I knew not to take it personally and learned how to handle those situations, but not everyone is used to dealing with kids. For a new amputee (or anyone who's less confident in their disability), the kinds of things those kids would say could be absolutely confidence destroying. I never blame the kids, it's not their fault, but the whole situation could have been avoided if they had seen people like us before they had the chance to hear the wrong info. Good representation like this can be the difference between a kid crying, making throw-up sounds and calling an amputee "disgusting monsters" (all things I've had kids do/say) and them just being like "oh ok, cool."

[barcapix]

hey darling!! i hope you're doing amazing xx

can i request a fic with marc bernal?

so like im so stressed rn because of my uni finals and i need someone (marc) to like help me study and maybe bring me coffee and help me focus and stuff yk? also maybe him at the end being bored and trying to distract us (that would totally work on me btw)

don't feel forced to write this!! love your fics sm and i hope you have an amazing day/night 💗💗

✮ Sleep Is Overrated - Marc Bernal

marc bernal x fem!reader

sy: whilst you endure a gruelling study session late at night, overthinking yourself to exhaustion, you only need your boyfriend to help revive you.

a/n: UMM ILY?? i hope your not overworking yourself or anything and take care of yourself but im also good thank youu💓 (i was thinking of making this more comical but settled for a more comforting vibe idk why help)

warnings: nope.

the kitchen is quiet except for the occasional scratch of your pen against the paper.

with only a dimly lit light source overhead, you narrow your eyes on the same page you’d been staring at for almost ten minutes.

why couldn’t you figure it out?

it’s not like it was something too complicated, and if anything, you should know this because it’s what your asked on advice from all the time.

you go to take another sip of your coffee until you realise it’s empty. bone dry. then it takes you a second to scout out the other four coffee cups scattered along the counter.

five and counting.

you groan frustrated, digging your palms into your head. the sting of unshed tears pierce into the brim of your eyes, and it’s only more painful when you hold them back.

“amoricto?”

when you look up, your boyfriends standing there—sleepy, hair fallen messily over his forehead, with his eyes half lidded.

“whys the light still on? i thought you came to bed with me hours ago,” marc inquires, slowly making his way over to you.

“i did,” you pity smile. “i just couldn’t sleep.”

marc furrows his brows, clearly worried for you. but without a word, he disappears behind you—only a minute later does he return with a fresh cup of coffee, and some granola bar your sure he discovered at the back of the cupboard.

sliding it against the marble, he leans against the kitchen countertop, with one arm draped around your shoulders and knees bent so it made it possible to be on your level.

he looks at you for a long second, studying the fatigue written over your features, and to be frank, the caffeine was starting to wear off on you.

you know exactly what he’s doing to say.

“if you won’t sleep, i’ll help you,” he murmurs, his voice a little drowsy.

you shake your head, but it’s weak. “no. no way. you have physio tomorrow! there’s no way i’m letting you d—”

“and you have an exam tomorrow.” his hand slides over your back, rubbing in soft motions. “now, what are we looking at?”

“marc,” you deadpan. “there’s no we in this.”

“of course there is,” he straightens up, reaching over for another stool and sits besides you. “you know i’m not one to make you suffer alone.”

you sigh, running a hand down your face.

“now what is this?” he repeats, picking up a lost pen and scanning over the textbook.

you reach over to grip the handle of an empty cup, almost cradling it between your arms. “literally the same page i’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes. i can’t even—”

you huff out a laugh, though it lacks humor. “it’s stuff i should know marc. things people literally ask me for help with all the time.”

marc hums, glancing at the mess of notes in front of you. “alright, explain it to me.”

you blink at him. “you’re half asleep.”

“yeah, but i’m still a good listener.” he squeezes your shoulder lightly. “c’mon, teach me.”

you sigh again, reluctantly caving in and rubbing at your heavy eyes before launching into an explanation.

marc listens, nodding along, and even though you know he probably couldn’t care less about the content, he stays engaged, asking just enough questions to keep you talking.

and somehow, it works. you get through that page. then another. and another.

but exhaustion always has a way with control. your words begin to slur, sentences trailing off halfway through—but you don’t even notice the way marc’s grip on your waist tightens when your mind starts to drift.

“hey,” he whispers. “look at me.”

you do, with a little help from him. sure this was exhausting, but you couldn’t let yourself doze off without memorising the entire topic.

“your gonna be okay,” he reassures, knowing exactly how you felt. he takes your hand in his, letting the pen from your grasp fall.

he squeezes your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles in languid, lazy circles.

“you don’t have to fight this alone,” he murmurs. “i’m right here.”

your blinks grow dull, the weight of lethargy pressing down on you, but you still try to fight it.

“just a little more,” you counter, voice barely reaching an octave higher.

marc shakes his head, an easy chuckle escaping his lips. “you said that ten minutes ago.”

he reaches over, closing your textbook with a quiet thud.

“c’mon, hermosa,” he coaxes gently. “you need rest just as much as you need to study.”

you want to protest, to tell him you can’t afford to sleep right now, but the warmth of his hand over yours makes it harder to argue. he tugs you closer, his fingers threading through your hair, which only lulls you further into drowsiness.

“you’re burnt out,” he continues, his voice gentler now, like he’s trying not to wake you even though you’re still awake. “you’re not going to learn anything if you can’t even think straight.”

you exhale deeply, the fight leaving your body in one breath.

“i just don’t wanna fail,” you admit.

your boyfriend shifts, his lips pressing lightly against your temple. “you won’t,” he promises. “but you need to take care of yourself too. don’t you always tell me that?””

“maybe,” you confess, resting your head onto his shoulder.

he smiles against your skin. “then take your own advice bebè. i already know your going to do great. you don’t need to prove it to me.”

you grin, although it’s sluggish.

“come to bed,” he hushes. “i’ll wake you up early, we’ll go over everything together, okay? i’m not trying to wake up to a zombie girlfriend.”

you nod, finally allowing yourself to lean into him, and he takes that as his cue to pull you up, guiding you away from the kitchen and toward the comfort of your shared bed.

and as soon as your head hits the pillow, with marc’s arm slung over you and the soft rise and fall of his breathing beside you, sleep finally comes easy.

he was your best lesson.

[strawbqq]

―⟡𝘽𝙎𝘿 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙘 𝙨/𝙤

[Warnings: none.ᐟ✰] [Word count: 631 || 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂.ᐟ]🍓

°ᡣ𐭩ft. chuuya, ranpo, jouno

sfw. hcs

ℂ𝕙𝕦𝕦𝕪𝕒

literally gets SO worried every single time

as soon as he notices you're feeling dizzy, he'll immediately stop whatever he's doing to focus on u

rushes over and demand what's wrong

constantly checking on u even when it's smt minor 😔

offers to call the doctor over, which of course u refuse because this happens quite often

legitly the BEST bf for this ever

holds ur hand in public even tho he's not a big fan of pda

may occasionally whip out his gravity ability so u wont fall on ur ass <3

leaves the house immediately to go buy u iron pills or some shit

forces u to eat them as well yuck

i headcanon that he for some reason gets angry every time this happens???

not at u tho, bro's just concerned

100% overreacts

lets u cuddle w/ him while he finishes his paperwork

gets so worked up every single time but its totally worth it

cuz that means he *might offer to carry u around for the day 😏

9/10,, i need myself a chuuya right tf now :,>

ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕡𝕠

well dang he'll prob make fun of u at first

does get a lil worried if u keep just..,crashing out the second floor window tf

makes u sit down and then jumps on ur lap

proceeds to offer u a snack, because in ranpo's mind sugar = instant recovery

^invents some nonsense that would supposedly make ur dizziness go away and acts completely serious abt it .ᐟ.ᐟ

one time, u got really dizzy in the middle of shopping w/ ranpo and unfortunately it's much worse than usual :,(

u can't even hide it lmao, ranpo's way too observant dang it

guides u to a nearby bench and tells u to wait????

obviously u refuse, the last time he wandered out of ur sight he went missing for 3 days until the ADA managed to track him down again 😭

usually u just wait for the dizziness to pass while ranpo's just kinda...there

even w/ detailed instructions to him in what medicine to buy & where to go, he somehow always manages to get lost 😑

get atsushi to go with him or smt lmao

6/10,, tries to help while causing more harm 😭 im sorry ranpo ily

𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕠

MWAH MY HUSBAND.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

uhm. another one who would prob make fun of u at first

let's not forget bro's a sadist eheheheh..forgotten

literally finds out ur a anemic the FIRST day y'all started dating???🤨

keeps an eye out for u since

secretly likes it cause that just gives him a reason to hold ur hand <3

isnt overly sweet like chuuya but y'all???? literally the most helpful

actually gets u the stuff u need

doesn't let u overexert urself but doesn't overreact either

more tactical than the others...prob hides the yucky medicine in food so u wont complain

its scary how he knows exactly when ur gonna get dizzy

like bro will randomly come over and make u sit down while ur like ??????

lowkey on top of ur iron intake

isnt a big fan of physical touch but

would let u cuddle w/ him for a lil bit or play w/ his hair until u feel better

bro im an anemic and im so humbled by him like hes literally blind and he isn't falling all over the place

8/10.ᐟ my fav guys,, but I'm biased🤭

a/n: dejkdhs totally not me kicking my legs & being in love with my own writing.// im just bored and missing my bf, so here's some fluff hcs I made.ᐟ.ᐟ im prob gonna make a pt 2 of this but finals are coming up and uni isnt nice sooo...w'ell see .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾.ᐟ ʚ🍓ɞ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs + ʟɪᴋᴇs ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

o(≧▽≦)o

[pinkgvts]

belated boothill anniversary

close up without the extras, plus my very long and cringe message below the cut. (tw: suicide mentioned)

i intended to have this ready for boothill's drip marketing anniversary (3/12), but ended up being too short on time. feel free to completely skip reading the rest because it's a lot and i'm a crazy person.

anyways, my life was forever changed on the day of his very first leaks. i can't seem to track down the exact date of when they were first posted, so for now i'll just use his official drip marketing date. i never expected to love a character so deeply, and i genuinely believe he's one of the two main reasons why i'm still alive today. a few months prior to his leaks, i was severely depressed and an active suicide risk; i felt so lost and dissatisfied with my life, it became nearly impossible for me to regulate my emotions. my passion for art was barely holding on by a thread after being absolutely obliterated in uni and it showed. i was having weekly meltdowns because work left me so emotionally drained that basic daily tasks and hobbies felt like the most dreadful thing to do. all i wanted to do was rot and never leave my room.

and then a certain cowboy came into existence. suddenly, all i wanted to do was draw, and in doing so i met some of the most amazing people. but more than that, i found my love for life again. i haven't had a genuine desire to die in the past year because i'm just so insanely happy to engage with the community i've found, and to consume and create as much boothill content as humanly possible. i used to wake up with an empty pit in my stomach and covered in a cold sweat, but now i wake up and my first thought is "hehe i can't wait to see boothill". like, i'm not even the same person that i was a year ago, and for that i am eternally grateful. and also huge thank you to you all for supporting me even as i shifted to more yumeship focused stuff. i'm so grateful it honestly makes me tear up. i owe you my life. i don't think i'll ever escape his clutches, so you can always count on me to make boothill art for years to come.

i will always love my dearest silver cowboy.

[brokeaesthetic]

Please yall Please 🙏🏾 retire the freaky fics for a day and put some serious thought towards a mini series. I can't take the freaky onshots anymoreeee Please feed me some real food. I can't take it anymore. Like I love what yall are doing, but when I go for my daily dose of fan fics i want a lil more yk( Not saying people aren't writing sfw and fluff they are, i just see that there's a lot more smut, Not saying I avoid smut or hate it but sometimes I just want more substance, Ive been feeling like fan fiction has been oversaturated with smut the past couple years but didn't want to say anything). I am so thankful for the 2 sevika series I'm reading rn. Forgot the titles, but one is about a zombie apocalypse, and the other is kind of a slow burn, but one of the readers' legs is kind of messed up. " Why don't you write some yourself?" If you scroll down, you'll see. I've said this before, but heres the updated reason.. I write like shit, I would probably drop it after like 3 chapters, and I learned the hard way that I'm more for reader than a writer. I'm sure if I locked in, I could really do something, but I'm in Uni😔 so im locking in on these classes. I'm just begging you all to hear me out real quick

Here are 2 ideas

• Vi isn't just looking for powder after she gets out of prison but reader/oc ( Either they were dating before she got arrested or They had a complicated relationship maybe with feelings they couldn't explain, but they were close, you know something along those lines.) There's so much you can do with that and make it a series and even continue it into the second season. ( The relationship is rocky at first because they're both super traumatized, but they still love each other to a certain extent, so they kinda make it work. Then because they're traumatized. They keep making mistakes, yk the typical stuff keeps working, then not working. But Caitlyn isn't completely discarded, they also have a complicated relationship it doesn't have to be romantic, but it's a little interesting. But reader isn't a big fan of their relationship at all because Caitlyn is an inforcer ( Let's say reader also lost her parents to enforcers.) So she's having a really hard time with Caitlyn and vi's relationship. But it's not giving she's playing both of them, or she's dating both of them. Basically, everything is so complicated. But you can tell the reader and vi are gonna end up together at the end.

• This one kind of takes from the story of my oc x sevika story ( but I don't really give a shit I'm not writing about it anytime soon) Basically before all that bs happened with sevika losing her arm she had a fwb/fling/situationship going on, and it was kind of getting a little serious between them. But all the stress of the enforcers coming down ( We all watched the same show there's no need to explain) While all that is happening, they begin to slowly distance themselves from each other because of stress or whatever but then sevika loses her arm, and reader is all like "omg bae your arm why didn't you let me know, You could have died and I would have never known." And sevika is all like " Why should I have told you? I don't need your pity or anything. I would have let you know if I felt like you needed to know." And reader is all like "wtf is with this attitude, You know, you should have told me. I would have been there for you. What's going on right now?" ( By the way, reader isn't just some push over, she's a little sassy ( I love sassy reader so much) So she usually doesn't let savika talk to her any type of way) the story's basically building up trust with any other exploring a relationship and going through the events of season one together, and maybe even season 2.

That's all the ideas I have for right now.But you can't tell me that wasn't fire. If you thought it was fire and you wanna see what you could do with it, Tag me or talk about it with me, I would love to expand on everything.

Just feed me something other than smut fics(ngl ive been eating them but im just tired of it and want something new💀), and please, if you could be let it be a series IM BEGGING 😔😢😢

Sorry for any grammar mistakes