#imagine champagne problems live

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home meals with you! . . .

featuring – aventurine x gn!reader

synopsis: there was a lot going on in his head... perhaps he thought, your cooking was too good for him, and he never deserved you at all...

consist of: 1k2+ word vomit... aventurine is a nervous emotional wreck, and if i say it's angst to fluff would you believe me? mentions of food, and marriage (champagne problems referred iykyk), domestic life w aven.

sincere regards to my pookie @akutasoda for helping me brainstorm an idea and proofreading; my favourite aventurine kisser @theother-victoria for proofreading <33

quality time was the love language that AVENTURINE did not know that he possessed. he never knew a thing or two of the reason why or when it started, but when he stirred awake by the warmth of sunlight streaming down his face, patting on the mattress beside him then found it empty, he'd end up dozing off again on his belly in your secured arms when he found you by the living room's couch; his weekend was dedicated to you, and he just wanted you with him, to selfishly ask for the affection that you showered on him always and think it would never be enough.

spoiling you until he's broken broke is what aventurine concepts. to him, gift giving is the effortless love language that he can express, whilst the four remains never worked out on the aventurine who lived in the orbit of lies and contract. he thought that it'll be easier that way, and he is slowly letting love once again thaw away his dense heart, and the one who did it so perfectly, much to his expectations, was you. then, to his surprise, the idea of you demanding shiny, glamorous luxuries or brands vanished when he found himself with you in the oti mall, browsing by the groceries, picking up the fresh ingredients of your liking, instead.

"i love homemade meals," you told him – and aventurine couldn't help the fond smile he was wearing when he looked at you tiptoeing to reach the higher shelves for the pasta box of your favourite and the childish excitement in your eyes as you skip back to him to show him what you got. and then suddenly, aventurine feels like he loves homemade meals, too.

does the image of you – putting your hand around his arm, aimlessly strolling through the shop while he was pushing the cart, your thoughts were elsewhere between the ingredients of the upcoming meal and never noticing that you were making his stomach churn – thrive him? i bet it does. because he can not concentrate, his eyes fixed on you, nodding mindlessly to whatever you're planning to make tonight (it doesn't matter because he will swallow it whole) then find the lamest excuses to kiss you, your hair, your face to satisfy his most intrusive demands. you are the biggest treasure that he has ever prevailed, he noted. you were trusting him entirely, giving unconditional love, staying by his side. how can he possibly live without you? you're driving him nuts!

and when aventurine's tongue touched the first bite of anything you made, sweets or savouries, he imagined filling his stomach full with your unyielding love, the one that undoubtedly never failed to remind him that he was yours truly to be cherished, to be taken care of. undeserving of you? yes, inevitably, or maybe that was just his thoughts; so aventurine found himself savouring every moment with you in the kitchen, invading your attempts to cook and stealing kisses, he knew he was going to dedicate the rest of his life to the person he intended to marry and to love you harder than you do to him.

aventurine never dares to dream about a family with you, he couldn't bring himself to crave it when the past of failing to protect his own in sigonia haunted him like some sort of ghost, everything feels illegal. the thoughts exiled the golden boy in prison of indecision and despair,... and then he stumbles upon the last words leaving his mouth when you mention wanting a betrothal life with him. he didn't feel ready yet – he'd fail you, (at first!), and it was disheartening. you said you understood and were there with him the entire time, but aventurine knew he was the problem, not you.

aventurine wanted to confide in you that he would be lying if he said his eyes weren't tearing up at the sight of you waiting patiently until he is ready, until he surpassed all of his trauma and reached his final decision. he knew he never deserved you, no matter how hard you'd been trying to make him feel like he did, he would then die for you, gambled all of his existence over again just to lose it all to your overpower love.

aventurine was a coward, he claimed. he couldn't bring his messed up life that once considered so insignificant that it was traded as some goods up for auction, and a chip he brought to bet in his high stakes with treacherous risks to dedicate to you, it was unfair for you, he couldn't be selfish. it was excruciating that he couldn't refrain himself from basking in your unconditional love, even if, to him, it was forbidden.

and when he had you pressed against the wall, aventurine lifted your chin up and kissed you fiercely with the best of gratitude and love, mostly to shut you up and to soothe his aching heart when he heard you repeat that you understood with that agonizing voice once again, aventurine said he was sorry, that he would do better and sort this out quickly to make everything up to you properly. it pained him to see you wait so voluntarily for him, he was trapped with hesitation, between letting himself love you with his entirely heart and the thought that you'd definitely deserve someone better than him?

but when on a beautiful friday, aventurine's heart burned selfishly with the swelling sight of you, wearing an apron so breathtakingly, humming to your favourite song on the phone sat beside the counter, the delicious aroma you're stirring filled his senses, his breath hitched, it felt like as if you had already been his spouse, cooking dinner, waiting for their husband to be home, and to his utmost selfish thought that spoke louder than all of his logical minds, just, what if... someday you got tired and gave up on him? would he be able to see you looking like this ever again?

"Kakavasha..."

he opened his eyes, the real name of his that you let slip so easily from your soft lips felt like a salvation; he hummed in response, gently holding your hand on his face as you looked down at the sleepy man on your lap. aventurine caressed the shiny cold material with a small exclusive gem he selected himself attatched on top of it that wrapped perfectly around your ring finger, contentment was written all across his face. ah, yes... he has been sleeping in his spouse's lap, no?

"can you please get up? it's almost past lunch and we haven't had anything properly," you sigh, the chuckle you let out helplessly.

aventurine stirred slightly before lazily sitting up, scooting closer and snaking his arms around you, holding you snuggled against him while he buried his face in your hair, sinking entirely in your presence.

"mhm... sit still. just a little longer. lunch can wait, i'll swallow them whole everything you make, anyway."

So if, once again, your husband dozed off on your lap on a calming sunday morning, make sure to do something with it. if not, please be prepared and stay strong with a clear mind or you'd end up getting charmed by his antics which he knew so well that it touched right in the soft spot for only him in you. (or you might as well pay him back with your own cooking technique, one of the reasons he married you home and loved you so good...)

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ending notes: *sigh* this man is making me feeling things. ❤️‍🩹 and tagging @synqiri because this cutie asked to be here <33

[mandu-17]

Trust me, Baby | Cho Miyeon x fem! reader

Requested by: Anonynoums

Request: Hi! Could get an imagine where miyeon confesses to reader that she likes her(reader also does) and they end up sleeping together. But, the next day reader finds out she’s “dating someone”, (which is really just a publicity stunt) and accuses miyeon of using her. Basically smut/angst but with a happy ending.

Warnings: Language, drinking, phone smushing in anger

Genre: Smut, angst and fluff

Wordcount: ~ 3,324

A/N: IT’S OCTOBER 3RD

“I love this colour on you.” Miyeon murmured, one of her hands put a stray of your hair behind your ear, in the other one she held a glass of champagne.

Your heads were almost pressed together, as both of you were watching your new nails.

“Thank you.” Your smile being slightly uneasy because of the sudden proximity between you two.

The thing was that you weren’t uncomfortable, in fact you were yearning for more of Miyeon. The two of you had known each other for many years and that little crush you developed on her was slowly getting out of control.

Especially whenever it was only the two of you hanging out just like that night at her apartment when the living room was lit by purple LED lights and few candles. With her weekend finally off, Miyeon invited you for a fun, girly sleepover.

Unfortunately for you, three glasses of champagne later, Miyeon was already feeling slightly more playful and touchy, in your opinion bold even.

She did not see any problem with her knee touching yours all the time, it also seemed like there was no need for her to explain her fingers fidgeting with sleeves of your hoodie.

“It’s unbelievable how you can literally pull off anything.” Miyeon’s back rested against the couch, after she put her glass, half empty on the table. Her eyelids were moving slower and slower.

It was almost 2 AM - the time when all of her tiredness was making its’ way to acknowledgement.

“It’s just nail color, come on.” You shrugged trying your best not to show how her raspy voice was affecting you.

“But I meant everything, clothes, hair colors...” You bit your lip when Miyeon paused and tense silence filled the space between you. “I think even bald you’d still be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Her brown, Bambi eyes raised up to meet yours. Corners of her lips also raised coyly creating a soft yet charming smile. The rest of her face was serious, as if Miyeon really wanted you to hear her out.

“I-I can’t be the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. I mean you’re an idol yourself working with and seeing all these other beautiful idols everyday.” You shook your head with an amused smile.

“Y/N?”

You hummed with a raised eyebrow.

“For once, just shut up.” Her words came out quietly but also stern.

Your eyes widened in shock.

“Now you’re just being mean.” You scoffed, not used to Miyeon talking to you like that. Yes, it was in a playful manner, but the two of you were usually very sweet to each other.

“I’m serious when I say you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and I’m also serious when I say that anything you wear looks incredibly good on you. Y/N, I-” Miyeon stopped suddenly and before continuing she licked her lips. “I like you.”

“I like you too.” She frowned at your response.

“Not like that. I really do like you, Y/N. And you’re more than just a friend to me.” You could clearly see how hard Miyeon was trying not to reveal her nervousness. Her voice as well as her breathing was unsteady, brunette tried to busy her fingers with the hem of her gray hoodie this time. On the inside she was already shaking in regret - was it a good idea to let you know the truth?

It was easy to panic when she did not hear a single word back from you. The look on your face in that moment was also something she couldn’t really interpret. Yes, you looked shocked to your core with your mouth hanging slightly open, but was it a good kind of shock? Was there a chance that you reciprocated her feelings? What if there was no going back now and all these years of friendship had ended right then and there?

“I-I didn’t... It’s not-” Miyeon began apologizing when something cut her off. It was you or more specifically your lips brushing against hers.

And before she even knew it, Miyeon’s eyes fell closed, your kiss just felt incredibly natural.

You trembled slightly in her arms when her hand cupped your cheek gently. Once her sweet smell hit your nose you were about to explode, you were certain. The heat of Miyeon’s skin, her soft touches and those two hums she let out against your mouth were overwhelming.

“I-... You-” You pulled away, a breathless stuttering mess. “Do you actually like me? Is this really happening?”

Brunette giggled loudly, her response came as another kiss and a quickly muttered ‘yes’.

This time was way more passionate, Miyeon even pushed you against the couch and straddled hurriedly. Your eyebrows raised in surprise nevertheless you were far from complaining. Like a snake you let your arms sneak around brunette’s tiny waist, you pressed her body firmly against yours. Miyeon raised your chin with her finger so that she had the best access to your neck. At first, she was only pecking your skin there, but soon enough her actions turned less soft.

“Are you sure? I mean, isn’t it too fast?” You moaned suddenly feeling her teeth graze the column of your throat.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” Her deep voice was there again. You bit your lip hard in order to contain yourself. As she straightened her back, those Bambi eyes looked down at you. “Love me, Y/N.”

You intertwined your fingers and brought her hand up to you lips. That was your answer.

Miyeon smirked, in her head probably already imagining all the things the two of you were about to do. Then, when she tried to lean in you gripped her thighs before picking up her whole body with bedroom being your destination.

“I really have to start working out too.” Brunette gasped wrapping her arms around your neck. She loved staying so close to you, especially now while you were showing off, Miyeon couldn’t help but adore you even more. Seconds later, you gently put her on that huge bed and your lips met again.

Surprisingly, it was her who took your shirt off first, although hers joined your on the floor almost immediately. Her, who pushed you to lay down on a cotton pillow. Despite everything you did your best to stay gentle with your actions.

Also, you just really wanted to see Miyeon’s vision for your first night together.

And just like with anything else you could imagine - there was no way she’d let you down.

Her eager mouth made sure to mark as many spots on your skin as possible, Miyeon especially liked your reaction at her biting onto your collarbone. That deep moan you let out got her thighs squeezing, she could already feel how wet and desperate she was getting for you.

Refusing to wait any longer, Miyeon got rid of her pants making you follow quickly.

“There’s no going back now.” She whispered with her 40 degrees nose resting against yours.

“I don’t want to go back.” You answered while your hand was sneakily getting to the clip of her bra.

Miyeon sighed in relief once the last piece of clothing in your way fell down, she hid her face in your hair feeling way too hot, shy even, after you started playing with her boobs. You cherished each and every single whine that escaped her. And even though it was your first time seeing and touching her breasts you felt addicted already to the softness of her skin.

“Oh, Miyeon.” You whimpered when she sat down directly on your thigh and pressed down on it.

“Shit, Y/N.” Her wet folds created such an intense, pleasant feeling on your leg, you bit your lip harshly.

Just as Miyeon’s hips began to rock back and forth you expected her on focusing on chasing her own pleasure while riding your thigh, but that’s when she surprised you once again. Her long, slim fingers reached out to the wetness that arose in between your legs.

“Fuck-” Both of you panted, lost in your own intimate paradise.

With no warning, Miyeon pushed two digits into your dripping core causing you to mewl weakly. The way she curled them inside you made you wonder where she got that experience from.

“Baby, right there. Please don’t stop.” Brunette gripped your shoulder tightly with her right hand while her left one was knuckles deep in, fucking you.

You gripped her hips in order to guide her a little faster, make her press down a bit harder and finally to turn her into a moaning, sweaty mess that won’t be able to walk properly the next day.

Miyeon’s back arched unexpectedly when you flexed your thigh, she started shaking and soon after that her limit was reached. Bambi eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she came with a loud cry.

She never let her fingers rest though, through it all they kept on pumping in and out of you, it was becoming too much. The rhythm of her hips, breathy sounds she was making and all the sweat coating both of your bodies - you felt like passing out.

When your climax came, with teary eyes you kept on repeating Miyeon’s name like she was the only thing you’d ever gotten to touch, hear and see. In no time you felt overstimulated which made you push Miyeon’s hand away.

“S-sensitive.” You mumbled, still helping her ‘down’ from your leg and lay beside you.

Both your chests continued on raising and falling rapidly, when you felt her curious eyes on you. You turned your head to the right to take a long look at the most wonderful woman you’ve ever met.

Miyeon was already curled on her left side, her face illuminated only by the moonlight. She trapped your leg between hers, as she let herself stare at you endlessly. You didn’t even need her to say anything - Bambi eyes were your answers.

Only when her breathing returned to normal, her cheeks slowly regained their pale colour and you noticed her messy hair did you acknowledge what the two of you had actually done.

Shyly, you closed your eyes.

“Told you there’s no going back.”

With a hum, you nuzzled your face into her shoulder.

~

Grinning like an idiot, you walked into the kitchen with the intention of making coffee for your lover and you. It was around 9 AM and Miyeon was also up, already locked in the bathroom while brushing teeth and washing her face as every other morning.

You clicked on the coffee machine and watched brown liquor pouring down into the first one of two white mugs you’d had prepared. Your fingers mindlessly played with the zipper of Miyeon’s big hoodie that you borrowed. Once hers coffee was done, you switched the mugs and waited for another one to fill up. It was your phone beeping that pulled you out of that small coffee trance.

With no thought, you made your way over to the couch and looked for the device for a moment before eventually finding it behind a fluffy pillow. Miyeon and you didn’t have time to clean up the living room last night.

Your phone screen lit up because of your coworkers typing on the group chat. Uninterested, you muted the conversation - it was the weekend after all, you’d catch up with them later.

Once you were in the kitchen again with a comforting cup of hot coffee in your hand and your phone in the other one, you decided to scroll through social media while waiting for Miyeon to stop occupying the bathroom and finally let you know what she’d like for you to cook for breakfast.

That was when it’d popped up.

You dropped the mug, having to reread the article’s title at least two more times. They indeed included photos that showed Miyeon’s heart eyes.

(G)I-DLE’s Miyeon and SF9’s Hwiyoung spotted on a romantic night walk by the Han River! The couple of visuals look so in love!

Miyeon ran into the kitchen, panic present in her eyes as she heard glass breaking.

“Everything okay?” She gasped spotting sharp white pieces of the mug scattered on the floor.

“What is this?” You ignored her while nearly shoving your phone into her face.

Miyeon frowned before visibly paling once she got the look at what the issue was.

“Y/N, don’t... It-it’s not what it looks like, okay?” She stuttered.

“You know what that fucking looks like? You’re a cheater, Miyeon. You used me! Are you fucking kidding me right now?” In a sudden rush of anger you sent your phone to the ground.

“Y/N! Calm down-” Miyeon winced, trying to get a hold of your shoulders after hearing the second crack that morning.

“Don’t fucking touch me! You ruined everything. Y-You- Dammit, Miyeon! I can’t stand you. Just leave me alone!” There was nothing she could really do considering the state you were in. You weren’t thinking straight, clouded by jealousy and anger - Miyeon understood that it was no use for her to try and explain the situation to you. She let you go, gave the space you needed and promised herself that she’ll catch you and talk to you only after you cool off.

~

Without her by your side, you were cold.

Even that stupid hoodie bathed in Miyeon’s perfume didn’t help.

With no destination in mind, you walked around the nearest park wondering why on Earth did it have to be you? To finally touch the sky with your long time crush and then be harshly pushed down from one of the clouds.

That Hwiyoung.

His annoyingly perfect face was something you were unable to compare with even in your best make up look. And these stupid words that Miyeon told you last night, that had already engraved deeply into your brain and heart, that you were the prettiest.

How could she?

That was what hurt the most. How could Miyeon so simply flirt with you, her friend when her only goal was to use you. Maybe her and Hwiyoung had a fight and you were her second choice? Maybe she just wanted to forget about him for one short night? Maybe they just started dating and Miyeon thought that cheating at this point wouldn’t count? There were so many maybes, you felt like either throwing up or beating the shit out of someone.

Without her by your side, you felt lonely.

All these people in the park seemed so distant even though they were taking the same paths you were. You felt isolated in your own broken heart. There were no words to describe how furious at Miyeon you were and how at the same time you were already missing the feeling of her arms around you, keeping you safe. Until then, you’d never noticed how selfish she actually was. That’s how blinded you were by your feelings.

~

The next few days were blurry. After coming home from work you’d only lay down on the couch, barely eat and sleep a lot. Sleep was your true escape as even at work half of your coworkers were non stop talking about Korea’s new favorite Visual Couple.

Then on following Friday, almost a week after your argument with Miyeon, she showed up at your door. You were woken up from your nth nap by the sound of doorbell.

“We have to talk, Y/N.” Bambi eyes were determined to make things right, but in her voice you could hear a note of sadness.

You scanned her features for a moment before wordlessly letting her in by opening the door wider.

Just like anyone could imagine, it was painfully awkward at first. You were still half asleep and Miyeon didn’t know where to start.

“For you.” She pulled a single red rose from behind her back and handed it to you.

You only stared at her.

“I expected that one.” She nodded to herself and put the flower on your kitchen table.

“Just start already, Miyeon. I have better things to do.” With a roll of eyes you plopped down on the couch.

“That article you saw wasn’t true.” Her soft voice came from somewhere on your left.

“Everyone is now talking about you two. What do you mean it wasn’t true?” Your arms crossed on your chest.

“It’s just a PR move to attract more viewers. Hwiyoung and I play in a drama called Replay and our companies thought it’d be a good publicity stunt.” You looked at her blankly, after a moment of your eyes on her, Miyeon felt unsure. “Look, I don’t even have his number on my phone.”

She gave you the device and let you scroll through all the contacts. You even search up names like ‘Baby’, ‘Darling’ or ‘Honey’ but nothing came up. With a frown, you gave it back.

“Why didn’t you tell me then? We were catching up last weekend and what? You somehow forgot to mention your new fake boyfriend?”

“I-I had it in mind, but... When I tell you I can’t think straight when I see you I’m not lying. I got so into your stories that I wasn’t even viewing him as anything important. And especially after we kissed, I... I hadn’t thought of him until you showed me that article in the morning.” Miyeon gulped, looking down on her lap. “I’m incredibly sorry, Y/N. I was planning on telling you, but like I said even in the morning, I was just in such a good mood because of you that I wasn’t thinking about my job.”

“If you don’t have his number then...” You started carefully, “How do you meet up for the paparazzi to see?”

“Our companies contact each other. We’re just being dropped at a place, our managers tell us what we should do and what we should look like. That’s basically it. Hwiyoung and I usually talk about dance practices, studio recordings or shooting for our drama. It’s always only about job.” When Miyeon saw you still processing her words, she added “It’s you that I want to talk to about everything else. It’s you that I want to stare at until I fall asleep and it’s you that I want to wake up with. I’m crazily in love with you, Y/N.”

Brave Bambi eyes stayed on you the whole time. She was putting herself out there for you. Putting an end to your friendship as well.

“I’m in love with you too, Miyeon. I’ve been for so long, but gosh you have no idea how terrified I was when I saw that article.” After all this time you were able to finally breath again. As anxiety was slowly leaving your heart, it was roaring loudly in excitement.

“I have an idea. How about we never bring this up again, huh?” Miyeon asked while standing up from her seat and taking a seat on the couch right next to you.

“I think it’s a good idea.” Fondly, you watched her lean in, as your fingers intertwined on your lap. With a happy sigh you got to kiss her again. Frankly speaking, a big part of you was afraid that you’d never get a chance to do so.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Wait here.” Miyeon gave you a quick peck before storming off to her purse. She came back with both of her hands hidden behind her back. “I figured you might need it.”

She handed you a box with a new phone inside. Genuinely speechless you opened your mouth in shock. Such a sweetheart, your brunette knew damn well that you only had an old brick as a spare phone.

“Miyeon-” You began whining, knowing that it was way too much than what you could have asked for.

“Shh, you’ll thank me later.” She winked.

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earth angel - 1973 elvis

summary: 1973 elvis, meeting elvis for the first time - not accurate description of graceland (the song earth angel by elvis is available on spotify, and let me tell you that it's the best thing I´ve listened this week)

You first met Elvis at one of the numerous parties he hosted at Graceland. Your friend Julie was a friend of a friend of a member of the Mafia - nevertheless, a friend who still had the honour to be invited.

Books, soft music and warm drinks made you who you were. You weren’t one for fancy things, nor did you express a desire for them. Getting ready for a Graceland party wasn’t a particularly easy task, but you still managed to find a little dark blue dress that made your hair and eyes stand out. Little heels to match and off you went with Julie.

Once you were both standing in front of the mansion, your lips parted as you looked up with big, curious eyes. Your eyes filled up with salty tears, though you blinked them away quickly. This beautiful place was not there to cause tears or sorrow - laughter, smiles and silly jokes were Graceland’s signature experiences.

“Imagine meeting Elvis.”, your head snapped towards your friend, noticing she was still admiring the structure.

You let out a little chuckle and shook your head. “I’m happy even just standing here, honestly.”

Julie hummed and moved her eyes on another pair of girls entering the mansion. “You know, they say that Elvis doesn’t even come out of his bedroom during parties like these. Or he’s around and you don’t know it. Isn’t that crazy?”

Oh, to catch a glimpse of the King.

“Yeah, it really is.”, you said almost dreamily.

Julie quickly locked her arm with yours and started moving forward. “Alright, let’s go. I don’t wanna be the last one to come in.”

As soon as you stepped in, the sweet melody of laughter hit your ears. Champagne glasses clinking and soft piano playing in the background.

You peeked at the sound of the instrument and noticed three men playing and singing. Julie tapped your arm, pointing at a couple sitting by the couch.

“Look, that’s Mary. You know, she’s friends with Elliott who’s friends with Red.”, she explained swiftly, making you hum and nod. “Let’s go say hello quickly.”

And you did go say hello, but it looked like Mary and Julie had known each other for years. There were no topics you could relate to, so you decided to stand up and excuse yourself.

“I’m gonna do some rounds. See if I recognize anybody.”, Julie waved you off with a smile, making you sigh and walk away. Also, who were you going to recognize? The local baker?

But you still got to walk around and smile at anybody who smiled at you kindly. You refused the flute of champagne and grabbed the strawberry juice on the kitchen counter instead.

“Mr Presley— Ops. My apologies, miss. I thought it was Mr Presley.”, a maid stopped your actions in a soft tone.

Heat arose to your cheeks as you set the carafe back on the counter. “I’m so sorry. I-I should’ve asked—“

“Don’t apologize, child.”, she laughed a little. “Strawberry juice is Mr Presley’s favourite. Just thought it was him sneaking around.”, another chuckle escaped her lips. “We leave ‘em around the house.”

You nodded and smiled a little at the anecdote. “That’s sweet.”, you said softly and moved your gaze down. “I, uh, I’ll get going… Sorry again.”, the kind maid let you know once more that it had been no problem at all.

A deep breath fell from your lips as you walked away from the kitchen. A set of stairs that seemed to lead to a den caught your attention. You looked around and quickly realized that the crowd had officially moved to the living room. You were all alone. A quick peek wouldn’t hurt, though, right?

With the humiliation of that strawberry juice in your hand, you quickly found out that the stairs were leading to another corridor. One massive glass separated the corridor from the actual room. The sight of the green and gold, the animal prints and various instruments, made you audibly gasp.

Another look was thrown over your shoulder as you debated whether or not to step in and take a further look around the living space.

When’s another chance gonna come?

Without thinking about it twice, your hand caught the doorhandle and pushed it open. The faint smell of cigarettes lingered in the air, but knowing that the King could’ve been the one smoking, you sighed in comfort.

In the back there was a piano, significantly smaller than the one in the living room upstairs. But you decided to roll the dice and test your luck. You set the juice on the small table to your right and sat down on the stool.

Goosebumps covered your skin at the leather against your bare skin. Your back was to the door as suddenly you were aware that anybody could’ve walked in and get you banned from the property.

The realization didn’t seem to stop your fingers from dancing on the white keys.

“Earth Angel, Earth Angel

The one I adore

Love you forever and ever”

Your voice was as soft as the beautiful song was. A tape of thoughts from the day you first listened to the song played in front of your eyes. Your eyes closed as you were thrown back to the 50’s.

“I’m just a fool

A fool in love with you”

Your eyes snapped open and your heartbeat picked up. That hadn’t been your voice.

Your fingers ceased playing and you set your hands on your lap.

“Why’d you stop playin’, honey?”

Your lips parted at the voice and your eyes squeezed shut as the realization started settling in. Your voice couldn’t be trusted for a reply. Suddenly, you felt a warm touch on your back, a hand turning the stool in the opposite direction.

Your eyes still shut, but you could feel the gaze on your face.

A laugh. Oh, how you wanted to melt in place.

“Open your eyes, honey, please.”, a warm request, almost in a teasing tone. But you shook your head, your chin almost tucked to your chest.

“Aw, honey. I ain’t that ugly I promise.”

Those were the words that triggered your eyes. A man like that to be called ugly even only as a joke felt like a crime.

“Ah, there they are! Them pretty, little eyes.”, your gaze still set low, noticing slippers covering the King’s feet. And then he did the most unexpected thing. He pulled up the material clinging to his thighs and crouched down in front of you. Your eyes immediately finding the electric blue in his.

“Wow…”, your voice was a mere whisper, making him chuckle. If you had looked at him longer, you would’ve noticed the faint blush on his cheeks.

“I’m Elvis, honey.”, he said in a light tone. “And what’s the name of the pretty little thing playing piano in the Jungle Room?”

Your eyes lifted up to meet his again. “I’m Y/N. I’m sorry Mr—“

“Elvis. Mr Presley is my daddy.”

You nodded quickly as you thought you were in trouble for invading his personal space.

“I’m sorry, Elvis. It’s just that— Julie was talking to Mary and they’ve known each other for years and I couldn’t just jump in the conversation—“

Elvis smiled at you, already knowing where your words were going to lead. But he wanted to hear you say it.

“And then I stumbled in the kitchen for the juice, because I don’t drink— And then I found the stairs and, uh, now I’m here.”, you finished, utterly flushed with embarrassment. Elvis nodded and huffed.

“Quite the journey for a little honey like you, no?”, Elvis tilted his head to get a better look at you and felt his heartbeat speed up.

“I-I guess.”, your cheeks were now a rich cherry-red colour. You couldn’t hold his piercing gaze, so your eyes found comfort on the rings adorning his fingers.

“What do you say we sing another song, honey? Just you and I?”, at his request, your lips parted as you wordlessly nodded.

That was the song that sealed you two together. And the rest is history.

A/N: cutie pie - like chapter. soft reader and sassy/loving elvis are my all time favorite. if you have any requests, don't hesitate to let me know!

MASTERLIST

[untilnextchapter]

Masterlist : Criminal Minds

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Reader

* = Smut (Minors DNI) II Beware of the TW please

Basically anything from @imagining-in-the-margins but here my very favourites:

Different dialects (Fem!Autistic!Reader. Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages.)

Impromptu (Fem!Reader learns some shocking news when a case lands her in the hospital.)

Fairytales (Dad!Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.)

Growing Pains (Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.)

From @fortheloveofwonderland (check her whole masterlist, you won't be disappointed):

A Memory Locked in the Heart (Fem!Reader, eighteen years ago you met a boy named Spencer Reid whilst visiting your mother at Bennington Sanitorium. This time you are meeting under entirely different circumstances; across the table of an interrogation room.)

Mothers Daughter (fem! single mom! Reader, your mother was a keeper of secrets. She kept them so well, for so long she even managed to keep them hidden from herself. And now you find yourself face to face with the love of your life after ten years, you find yourself starting to wonder if you are your mothers daughter after all. Reunion Challenge)

We continue with the lovely @foxy-eva (all her masterlist is worth the checking, just go go~):

Reflections (Fem! Reader, the kindness Spencer Reid shows to a child seems to impress Fem!Reader a little too much)

Lipstick Stains * (Fem!Reader, the shade of your new lipstick is too much for Spencer to handle)

Miscellaneous Authors:

Any Other Weigh @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, a small collection of stories about the times Spencer told Y/N about how big their baby was getting every week)

The Lanky Guy in Room 603 @samuel-de-champagne-problems (Fem!Reader, Meeting in the delivery room with midwife Y/N)

A Trip to Remember @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Mermaid!Reader, For three thousand years, you’ve known only what the lake has to offer you. No human contact for three thousand years, yet, always being surrounded by them. Everything changes when you meet Spencer Reid)

Dear Theodosia @violetrainbow412-blog (Fem!Reader, Dad!Spencer stays one afternoon to care for your three-month-old twins and reflects on how much he loves them)

Darling & Dandelion @eideticmemory (Fem!Reader, Spencer is a lot of things to you. Your baby daddy, your lover, your best friend, and a massive pain in your ass)

Friends to lovers with Spencer @gtgbabie0 (Fem!Reader, Spencer needs comfort)

BFF @babymetaldoll (Fem!Reader, Spencer meets his best friend from school after 12 years apart)

Wife @specialagentlokitty (Autistic!Reader, Spencer Reid with a wife who is autistic and when she comes to visit the team doesn’t know what to do until Reid comes and finds her sitting at his desk)

10 Days @boldlyvoid (Fem!Reader, it's Spencer's first father's day and he's extremely emotional about the little love of his life that he's only just met. he spends the day with his baby, Edwin, and his wife, crying and happy about how wonderful new little lives are)

Here for you @weird-is-life (Fem!Reader, 4 times you take care of Spencer and one time he takes care of you)

[Not named] @tinyluvs (Fem!Reader, Being Spencer’s girlfriend and meeting the team for the first time)

[Not named] @ddejavvu (GN!Reader, Spencer Reid and s/o who bites their nails)

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Basically check all the masterlist of @specialagentlokitty but here are my favourites Aaron ones:

Please help me (Teen!Reader, Reader has abusive parents and Hotch and reader are neighbors and reader asks Hotch for help knowing he’s an FBI agent) TW: Abusive Parents

Safe (Child!Reader, Aaron rescues her from a kidnapping but then refuses to leave her side at the hospital)

As slow as you need (Fem!Reader, Hotch x reader where reader flinches) TW: Mentions of abusive ex

Miscellaneous Authors:

Can't Lose You @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, When Hotch gets attacked during a case and ends up in the hospital, Y/N realizes she can't lose him without telling him about her feelings)

Derek Morgan x Reader

The first time @specialagentlokitty (Fem!Reader, Dancing at JJ's wedding)

Obsession @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Fem!Reader, You’re a target for someone who is obsessed with you, and so you offer yourself as bait to catch the guy)

Like a date? @dr-spencer-reids-queen (Fem!Reader, Your older sister brings you to her work, and you get a lot more than you bargained for)

Spring Carnival @storiesofsvu (Fem!Reader, Sweet time at the carnival)

Placing bets @cafeacademia (Fem!Reader, Since you started at the BAU, you and Derek have picked up a fun way to get to know more about each other. By making bets, the person who wins gets to ask any question they like to the loser and the loser much answer truthfully. But maybe there's a bit more that just a bit of fun to the bets...)

It's Always Been You @reidsaurora (Fem!Reader, When Agent Y/N Y/L/N gets injured on the job, Derek Morgan is the one to take care of her afterward. However, neither of them expected that him simply cleaning her wounds would turn into a love confession)

[targaryenluvs]

ok ok but imagine dark!gimmick somehow falls in love with capitol!reader (a client of his) but she doesn’t want him unless she’s paying for him or wanna love him back so he does everything in his power to have her, threatens to share the secrets she told him that will probably have her hanged and so with that they live happily ever after 😆

UNREQUITED

pairing: dark!finnick odair x fem!capitol!reader

summary: you’d divulged one to many secrets to your favourite victor and he wasn’t afraid of using them against you. karmas a bitch!

warning: blackmail, prostitution mentions/insinuations, nc sex and pillowtalk??

a/n: bros getting revenge or som

the first time you saw him you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. you’d heard of people being able to visit victors away from prying eyes and the idea seemed boring until you remembered he existed. so why not take advantage of your station?

finnick was hoping for one night of reprieve but of course, he had someone to visit.

the card in his hand felt heavy and as he unlocked the room he stopped in his tracks. you were sitting on the bed with a flute of champagne in your hands. you were gorgeous, and for once he felt okay with it.

“finnick?” your voice was like music to his ears as he came closer. he nodded and you pressed your lips into a tight line, “it’s nice to meet you.” nice to meet you? are you stupid? god you had no clue what to say since you were literally forcing this man to be with you.

“so.” he laughed, “so.” he took the flute away from you before getting you standing, “where do you want me sweetheart?” you smiled.

and all the previous tension faded away throughout the night, finnick was amazing.

it had been months since your first time together and you’d only grown more comfortable with eachother. you liked him, he was nice. and he was obsessed with you. every time he saw you he knew what would be happening the following night and he could hardly wait. with you he took his time and focused on you the whole time, he loved trying new things with you, making you scream.

and afterwards you’d sit and cuddle, and at times even kiss. he was a nice stress relief for you, he always listened to your concerns and problems. your arranged boyfriend, the politician, and his like for younger men. his affinity for dipping his hand into the company savings, even though you were well off. your brothers and their mistresses, your parents and their expectations.

finnick listened intently, gave advice and was actually helpful. you were grateful to be able to get it off his chest. but finnick wasn’t going to let you go.

“i think we’re getting engaged soon.” finnick shut his eyes to calm himself down, it didn’t work. “no you’re not honey.” you cocked your head to his side, “what do you mean?” he smiled and it was so fake, “you’re meant to be with me, y/n. and you will be with me. do you know how much you’ve told me? about him, your friends and family?”

your eyes widened as you got up, covering yourself with the sheet. “i’ve already seen you, all of you there’s no reason to hide.” he pulled the sheet away as you covered yourself with your arms, “i’ve had enough of you finnick. get. out.” you enunciated before crawling away. he grabbed your ankle and pulled you back to him.

“i told you you’re not going anywhere. do you want me to let it all out? let everyone know every, single, dirty secret y/n?” your eyes welled up as you threw your head to the side, not wanting to look at him, “please finnick, just let me go.” you felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. his fingers dug into your face, forcing you to look at him.

“say you’re mine and i’ll let them go.” you shook your head, thrashing against him to get away. his other hand bruised your hip with an iron grip. “fine!” his smile was sickly sweet as he began to kiss his way down, on the insides of your thighs as his strong hands held you down whilst you began to buck your hips up. “please finnick.” he looked up at you from between your legs and grinned.

“now you’re not so bossy huh?”

he had what he wanted and you were sure he wouldn’t let you go.

[megustacat]

The MCL:NG Love Interests as the 5 Love Languages

Devon Okere - Words of Affirmation

Devon loves to let you know on every occasion how much he adores you.

When he sees you doing well, he lets you know, always painting pretty word pictures whenever he can.

When he sees you struggling he manages to put your pain in a few words, so the problem suddenly seems manageable.

When he sees you enjoying yourself he makes sure it gets even better.

He has a deep voice and he always knew how much his voice and words had an impact on other people. Whenever he notices that are being stressed, he makes you sit down with him and tells you just how good you are, how hard you work, how much he loves, how wonderful it is being around you, how good it feels to hold you. All in this beautiful, intriguing, deep, deep voice of his.

You didn’t know how much you could enjoy the simplest things, when they are accompanied by a man who knows what you like to hear - and will give it to you whenever he can.

Amanda De Lavienne - Quality Time

Amanda is a woman of efficiency. She is well-structured and organized to get the best out of every single minute. 

At times you feel like nothing can be good enough for her - besides you. 

The time she spends with you might be one of the only times you have seen her completely unwind and without a hurry. 

There is nothing in this world more important than taking her time being around you. Together you love to plan trips, have dedicated one-on-one time just talking about your day and spend days after days cuddled up, enjoying each other's presence. Being around you is a possibility to slow down for her and you cannot imagine anything more beautiful than seeing her lovely smile every time you two get to be together. Looking in her eyes, feeling the peace you two create for each other, knowing that this is going to stay - this right here, this will be forever. Because you will make it last forever.

Jason Mendal - Gifts

As much as Jason loves to be a receiver to whatever he sees reasonable, he first and foremost lives to be a giver. 

He loves to gift you beautiful clothes or take you out to expensive dinners. Not only that, but you can also expect a new fresh bouquet of flowers around you, or other little trinkets you can take with you anywhere you go. 

Jason wants to gift you memories and reminders to make you think of him - whether he is around you or not. 

That satin on your skin? Reminds you of him.

That golden bracelet around your wrist? Reminds you of him.

The lingering taste of expensive champagne, making you love-drunk? Reminds you of him.

The pictures from your latest trip? Remind you of him.

The love bites all over your neck and thighs? Remind you of him.

Gifts and memories, lasting and fading. But always present. Just like him.

Thomas Rheault - Acts of Services

As someone of not many words Thomas lets his actions speak for him. 

Before properly getting to know each other Thomas seemed less than eager to do something for you if he wasn’t asked to do so.

That changed.

You notice a hot cup of coffee next to your bed when you wake up and a bag of fresh bread in the kitchen. He has already been up and running. For you. 

He is always so thoughtful, observing would you say, what you like, what makes you laugh, turning your words into his actions. 

It makes his heart beat faster everytime you thank him for what he does for you - you acknowledging all that makes it worth doing it again. And again. And again. And again … 

Roy Aquino - Physical Touch

Roy is an overall very physical man. Not only is movement and keeping himself physically in shape a huge point of his life, but also showing you physical affection is important to him. 

Whenever you’re around him he loves to give you small touches on the back, hold your hand, pressing occasional kisses onto your hair. He loves to hold you, feel you, smell you, hear and see you. Roy’s love is all about senses and just as sensational. 

As for him, you know how much he likes it when you return his actions. Playing with his hair and holding him, whenever he feels like that. He loves massages, giving them and receiving them. Public display of affection has never been a problem to him, the world should know that his heart belongs to you.

Every touch between you is electric and fiery and very easily addictive. So whenever you think of his hands on your skin, his lips on yours, his body pressed against you, he does so, too. Your body is a temple to him, and he is your worshiper.

[loveydovey-leviathan]

asmo loves you 

x gn!reader

cw: descriptions of torture

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it’s safe to say how asmodeus feels about you– he has never felt before in the hundreds of thousands of years he’s lived. millions of eyes have gazed upon him in awe and astonishment, marvelling at his beauty. his champagne-coloured hair, his gem-like eyes that enchant the very soul of every being around him, the soft lips that enticed even before he became a demon, he was the very epitome of beauty. he created it. it didn’t exist before he did.

but you… you never fell for his outwardly charms no many how much he tried. one look into his eyes and you should’ve been captivated for all of eternity, doomed to never love and lust as much as you did with him. you shouldn't have been able to think of anything but him until he permitted it. but no matter how much he denied, the mere existence of you proved to him that there was someone who wasn’t utterly enchanted. 

and so he was set on making you fall in love with him just as everyone should be. if you couldn’t be under his spell by a mere glance, then he would show just how beautiful he was.

and it worked. you loved him just as he planned, the only problem was he fell for you too.

though maybe he shouldn’t call it a problem. these feelings– this overwhelming pressure in his chest when he saw you with anyone that wasn’t his brothers, the flutter of his heart when you kiss, the daydreams, the nightmares, maybe they weren’t so bad if he got to see you every morning. if he got to paint your nails and dress in matching outfits and kiss under the starlight and the everlasting moon of the devildom.

it feels nice, really. he dismissed the mere idea of loving you back at first. all he wanted was to make you love him, but as much as he rejects and rebutted– the soft look in his eyes when you hold his hand is enough to tell him that he truly fell for a human. with a lifespan too short and beauty that would never compare to that of demons and angels. 

and sometimes that love can get a little extreme.

“would you kill for me?” you asked one night.

would he kill for you? it’s silly to even utter the thought because of course he would. he’d claw out the hearts of every enemy you have while they were still alive and present them to you as proof, he’d tear out their nails and gouge their eyes out, he’d pile their bodies high and watch the river of blood fill the room– he’d tear out his own heart and prove that it beats only for you.

“hmm… do i have to? the blood will get all over my clothes,” he pouts.

you only giggle, reaching your hand out and softly stroking his cheek. he can imagine it now, the mass of bodies around both of you, the moonlight shining down gentle silver and you wiping away the blood on his face with a proud smile at what he did for you. it’d be a scene straight out of a romance. 

because as much as he’d complain, he would do it for you in a heartbeat– if only to see you look at him the same way he looks at you.

[jamiewintons]

Vinsmoke Sanji NSFW Alphabet

18+ ONLY! F!Reader. I have only seen the live action so this is purely OPLA!Sanji. The Fickelgruber alphabet is nearly done, but I just wanted to do something for Sanji since I rewatched OPLA again the other day! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sanji wants to keep close to you after sex, holding you in his arms and pressing kisses wherever he can reach, whispering in your ear about how wonderful you were.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

He loves your hands, and he’ll often hold them while you’re having sex or he’s going down on you. Also, he’s a big fan of your hips and thighs, and will take any opportunity to squeeze or caress them.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

Sanji likes to give you hickeys to prove that you’re his, but if you don’t want others to see them, that’s fine with him - he’ll just leave them in places that are easily covered, and then they’ll be just for the two of you to look at.

D = Dominant (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? are they a top or a bottom?)

He’s more dominant usually, but he has no problem with allowing you to take control if that’s what you want. As long as he’s making you feel good, he’s happy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sanji’s decently experienced, though not quite as much as his demeanour would have you believe. He certainly knows what he’s doing, however, and is rather proud of how good he is at pleasing you.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Make love, though that doesn’t mean that he’s soft and gentle the entire time. You’re never left wondering how much he cares about you, because he’ll show it with his actions and his words.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sanji definitely laughs and smiles a lot when you’re having sex, and often cracks jokes especially when you do something cute.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

You honestly turn Sanji on by simply existing as your beautiful self, but you can always get him going by licking/sucking on his fingers. It never fails to drive him absolutely insane.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sanji is so romantic, he’ll do anything and everything to make it special every single time. I’m talking roses, champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries, and anything else you can think of. Plus, he practically worships your body and treats you like a goddess.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sanji loves to help you get yourself off every once in a while. His chest pressed up against your back while he holds your thighs open, your hand desperately rubbing at your clit while he talks you through it…

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s very much into dirty talk, and foodplay seems pretty obvious. He loves to praise you a lot too, and I think he’d enjoy some roleplay as well.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At Baratie, he likes the occasional sneaky rendezvous in the pantry - having you pinned up against the door with your legs wrapped around his waist, him having to kiss you throughout to keep you from moaning too loud…

On the Going Merry, you have very few opportunities for privacy, so he likes to take any possible chance to have fun with you while he can. I imagine that you’d end up having sex in some pretty weird places.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Sanji loves foreplay, and if you have the time to spare, it’ll sometimes go on for hours. He’ll want to kiss and touch every single inch of your body, especially any areas you happen to be self-conscious about. And once he gets to your legs, he can get very distracted just feeling them up.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not into degradation (beyond a bit of light teasing) or anything that will hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sanji is the king of eating pussy - he’s incredible at it and he knows it, and he thoroughly enjoys doing so. He’d never turn you down if you wanted to return the favour, but as much as he enjoys receiving he far prefers giving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He almost always starts off as slow and sensual, but will often change pace in the middle of it. If you ask for a change of pace, he’ll make sure to give you what you need.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Though Sanji usually prefers to take his time, he does like to indulge in the occasional quickie. He finds it incredibly exciting and sexy, especially when you’re doing it somewhere you shouldn’t.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s certainly game to experiment and take risks, but only after the two of you have had a thorough conversation about your boundaries and needs. Sanji would never want to do anything without your express permission.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sanji’s stamina is relatively good, and he can last quite a long time, especially when he spends a long time on foreplay. Unless it’s a quickie, he’ll want to make sure you come at least once before he gets inside of you, so you’ll definitely be satisfied even if he doesn’t last that long.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

Sanjj may be a massive flirt, but I think that sex is something that he takes very seriously and he only does with someone he truly cares about.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a massive tease, both during sex and in your regular life. When you’re in bed together, he’ll often spend an exorbitant amount of time just kissing down your torso or up your legs before even getting close to where you need him. Outside of the bedroom, he loves to whisper dirty things in your ear and then grin widely, especially when he has to go somewhere - because he knows that you’re going to be thinking about him until he gets back.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sanji’s pretty unashamed of moaning loudly, and he also talks a lot during sex. He’s always whispering in your ear about what a good girl you are, how well you’re taking him, etc.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

Sanji will wait as long as he needs for you to be ready. He’d never dream of pressuring you into something that you’re not ready for, and he most certainly won’t judge you. Having a chance to be with you intimately is an honour for him, and if it’s one that he has to wait for then he will do so gladly.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We already know that Sanji is ripped, and he’s packing for sure. This isn’t entirely relevant to the question, but I also imagine that he’s very warm, like if you’re cold he’s the perfect hot water bottle.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. If you ask him if he wants to have sex at any given moment, there a 99% chance that he’ll say yes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sanji doesn’t fall asleep that quickly - he loves to spend a while simply holding you and softly whispering before helping you clean up.

[luvrsux]

“Roll the Dice”

word count: 3.8k

summary: you’re gifted with pure luck and decide to test it on the most infamous casino in the world. you aren’t there for the riches or pride, you’re there for the owner himself

cw: NSFW, mentions of alcohol & smoking, riding, creampie

The music was blaring down the glistening roads it led to. There was nothing but blinding lights of all colors imaginable and spewing riches. Only the best of the best ever dared to stroll down these streets. Far along the sparkling roads was none other than the famous grand casino; The Grand Oni. The establishment has been lingering in this down for as long as anyone can remember, ruling over it like a proud king to its kingdom. The casino was owned by the infamous Hunter King Roronoa Zoro.

No one ever dared to gamble or play against him. Previously, the hunter didn’t own the establishment. With his proud gambling skills, Zoro climbed the ranks until there was no point in playing anymore. It gave everyone whiplash with how fast he bought ownership of the casino as a whole, rebranding the golden building to his own liking.

Up top was Zoro’s personal office. There, he could get a perfect view of the entire landscape he so proudly ruled over with ease. Just with his intimidating past and nature made people tremble before him. There he held an elegant glass cup of fine sake, the ice cubes clinking on each other when he swirled his cup around. One thing Zoro longed for was something, someone, to keep him entertained. The sadistic pleasure of people falling into the trenches of debts by their own gambling habits only fueled Zoro for so long. The tears and suffering screams soon became a bore to the man himself. With an alcoholic, bored sigh, Zoro heard a knock on his office door.

“Come in,” He said lowly, not stripping his eyes from the enchanting lights of the city below. He heard the shaken breaths of the person behind burst through his door with utter fear.

“M-Mr. Roronoa. There’s something out here you have to see…” They stammered. Zoro let out yet another exhale and clinked his beverage on his sleek, dark desk. He buried his previously occupied hand into the pockets of his slacks and turned his body.

“You better not be wasting my time” Is all the man said before strutting outside of his dark office to a more brightly lit hallway.

Zoro didn’t expect anything grand or jaw-dropping. He expected yet another distressed guest going out of the rails from the debts they’d fallen into and decided to make it everyone’s problem. Surely, he thought the security would throw him out so Zoro grew slightly puzzled. There was no way there was someone strong enough for Zoro himself to take out, he thought.

But he was wrong. Zoro stood tall on the balcony before the casino room itself. The room was ginormous, big enough for miles to go on. Zoro raised an eyebrow when he laid his eye upon the crowd of people circulating one individual. Due to the yard length of his height above, he couldn’t quite make out who it was. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s going on?” He grumbled. Zoro felt a presence, as well as smoke, creep from behind. The intoxicating aroma of tobacco made his mood plummet, but not from the drug. From the person, so to speak.

“Apparently a lovely lady is making history repeat itself” The blonde spoke. He rested his arms on the railing of the balcony.

“What do you mean, swirly brows?” Zoro gave him a menacing glare, only to carve a smile from Vinsmoke. He pulled out his cigarette to huff a cloud of smoke.

“Take a look for yourself, moss head”

“Another win~” You cooed.

There you sat on a velvet, expensive couch in the middle of the casino you now charmed. You had a glass of champagne in hand, as well as elegant attire. Before you were towers among towers of gambling chips, as well as a distressed man ripping his hair out from his sudden loss in his win streak of this lively night. You let out a menacing giggle as you placed your glossed lips on the rim of your glass to sip your sparkling champagne.

“Tonight’s top winner is (F/N) (L/N)!” The girl hosting your current gamble cheered. The crowd roared in cheers to your now sudden fame.

You walked into this casino not even an hour ago and everyone praised you like a goddess for your impressive gambling skills. You stomped more people you can count into the dark downward spiral called debt. At this rate, no one could beat you. And no one did.

You didn’t come here for fun, though. You came here for someone. Someone specific. You knew your skills would catch his eye if you were quick enough. As soon as you felt a firm hand grab your shoulder, you knew your plan worked out beautifully.

“Ma’am, the boss would like to see you personally”

Those words filled your beating heart to the fullest, knowing all your hard work paid off. You formed a devilish smile on your face and pushed your sunglasses to your head.

“It’s been fun, my loves. Now I get to really have fun” You said sweetly, rising from your once comfortable seating. The person who informed you was escorted to the tall staircase in front.

“Thank you for the warm-up ~” You blew the crowd a loving kiss. You could hear men upon men gawk at your sudden charm, not to mention your body the way it was accentuated in your slim dress.

You were escorted to a secluded, dimly lit room. The gold plate above upon entering read ‘Private Games - VIP’, so you knew you were in for a ride.

The man escorting you left you lingering in the room on your own. Your excitement for what’s to come soon slowly fizzles away once you realize you were locked in an empty, quiet room alone, beside the game holder standing by a nearby wall. There laid a gambling table and two seats sitting across one another. Nothing stopped you from adjusting to the rather comfortable seat in front.

“A drink, ma’am?” They said, pulling out a slim glass similar to your previous one before. You nod your head slowly and gaze at a transparent glass fill up with a sparkling beverage.

You heard the door fumble open behind you as well as hard footsteps. You didn’t turn your head the slightest. You were too busy sitting pretty and drinking your freshly poured beverage.

“Zoro” You smiled as soon as you swallowed your swig. You weren’t met with a voice, but a hand that pulled away the chair in front of you to let the man you called out to sit down.

“(F/N)” He said lowly. The way he spoke your name made your insides tingle. You couldn’t remember how long you wished for this moment to occur. Your brain panned back to the day it all started.

“We have a new owner!” You heard. Your hands clenched the gambling table you were dealing with and stopped in your tracks by the sudden words.

The entire day, everyone murmured the name of a man who kept eating his way up in victories. Your heart began to shake when you pieced it together.

Your body pulled away from the gambling guests before you to yank the arm of your coworker.

“Who is it?”

“His name is Roronoa Zoro! The guy's a demon!”

Those words shocked your core. You’ve been working at this very casino for years before Zoro’s sudden appearance. You’ve analyzed gambles and cheats left and right to the point where it was now a fluent language to you. You knew all the nooks and crannies of each game tactic to the point where being a dealer was the only thing suited for you.

You caught a glimpse of the man himself stepping up to the top of the staircase. This figure and body made your heart flutter. For years, you’ve never seen such a bizarre thing happen but here you were, seeing it with your own two eyes. The fame he accumulated in mere minutes baffled you to your very core. The only thing repeating in your head was one quote; “I need him”

His talents were vastly different from the brainless, drunken people gambling their hearts away and hoping for the best they’re lucky enough to make money you were oh so used to. His impressive talents made you infatuated with him to where you put your two weeks to come back at a later date to be in Roronoa’s shoes.

And it worked. You were now gambling with the man you once admired years ago. He had a devilish grin on his face from the sight of you. The only thing he was drawn to, besides your roaring gambling skills, was your body. He itched for something to please him.

“You’re quite the piece of work” He chuckled, leaning into his chair. His ringed fingers signaled the person who poured your drink in hand to fixate himself on one. Everyone knew his drink of choice. It’d be a crime if you didn’t.

“Don’t make me blush, Roronoa” You smiled, eyes ready to devour him and his pride.

“You’ve gotten quite the fame tonight. What made you take it away from me?” He asked, swirling his cup of sake before taking a swig.

“I wanted to see you, of course” Your reply caused a pause from Zoro. He tilted his head ever so slightly with that same, devilish grin that fueled you.

“See, I’ve been admiring your skill since the day you overruled this casino a few years ago. I just needed to see it for myself…” You explained.

Your explanation made Zoro snap his fingers. His snap was complete control over the person on standby like he was hypnotized. Suddenly, your table was displayed with chips and cards for the current gamble at hand.

“This gamble is ‘Indian Poker’” The dealer cooed and they shuffled the cards with their hands fluently. You grew a smile, knowing the end outcome before the game even started.

“A classic? I expected more from you, hunter” Your grin made Zoro’s body temperature rise. The sudden clank of his glass meeting the table made the room echo.

“I don’t like anything crazy”

“This game is quite simple. Considering you two are quite the experts, I’ll save the details and get to the rules”

“Each person is given a card, one of which you can look at. The second card will be placed your your forehead for everyone’s view. You may call or fold to your heart's content in each round”

After the description was given, two stacks of gambling chips were presented beside each of you. These weren’t ordinary chips, though. These chips were a shade of green with gold accents. Chips that never existed while you were previously working there and while you were cleaning the stakes downstairs. These were special.

“This is a five-round game. The person with the most amount of chips is granted the winner. You may now discuss betting stakes”

You turned from the speaking dealer to the green-haired man who sat nonchalantly like this was a walk in the summer park. He took a sip from his cup and peered his devilish eyes straight at you.

“I’ve already thought of a deal, so listen up” He spoke lowly. You couldn’t object, considering there wasn’t a deal in your fuzzy mind anywhere.

“I have no use of the money. I have everything I want at my fingertips, so winning money means nothing. But you, that’s something I can’t buy, now can I?” He reached over the table to have a finger lift your chin. Your heart was about to tear out of your own chest.

“So if I win, you’ll be under my wing as debt” He grinned. Those words are exactly what you needed to hear, but the deal was far from over.

“And if I win?”

“The casino belongs to you, princess”

The gamble was obscure but fair. Two major things were at stake from a measly simple game of Indian Poker, which you guaranteed that people downstairs were playing as well. But this is what this very room was made for. Powerful stakes for powerful gamblers.

“Deal”

Your tone made Zoro smile in a way he hasn’t since the day he claimed this very building and all it’s worth. He collapsed in his seat and exhaled with pure delight.

“Now that the agreement is settled, the gamble will now begin”

A black card slid to your hands swiftly, as well as Zoro’s. You peeked at the value of your card; A 9 of clubs. Your body swarmed with sensation at the sight of the card. The amount of one card sealed your fate for just round one.

The next card, which was assigned to be displayed without knowing what was on the card, slid in front. You shared eye contact with the owner in front when you both analyzed the exposed cards.

“(F/N) has the bet”

“One chip”

You snap one chip in the middle of the board with one finger. You trailed your eyes up to the green-haired man who was beginning to reach for his tower of chips.

“Call”

The very word to end this current round. You giggle menacingly at his words and separate each card to divide them in both hands.

“You may show your cards”

Your hands revealed a 9-suit pair, while Zoro’s hand only revealed a lower pair, thus making you round one’s winner. The dealer choked on his words by the sudden reveal. His casual demeanor when explaining the game and setting it up seemed like he had his doubts about you, considering Zoro proclaimed himself as ‘king’. Your sudden showdown nearly made his heart stop.

“You-“

“It ain’t over till’ it’s over” Zoro pulled a hand up over the dealer's face. Pleased, you dropped your victory cards on the table and giggled.

“What a great start”

With that, each round went smoothly, discarding the fact you two were at neck and neck with each round. The last remaining round hovered over the two of you before you knew it. Everything began to fall to your liking. The 2-2 tallying revealed that this last win would change history; you’d be under Zoro as his personal partner or you’d be the new Queen. The dealer began to break a sweat. You took a look at your last card. Lady luck couldn’t have crept behind you at a better time.

“(F/N) has the bet”

Those words triggered your arm to move every last chip in front of Zoro. He flinched, not expecting such a high bet. Each round before this, you’ve only ever folded or placed one chip. Now, Zoro was met with money that could trip you down to the Earth's core if you lost.

“You can’t be serious” Zoro chuckled, admiring your bold assumption. The sudden ego pouring out of you fueled his passion for this gamble.

“Deathly”

“I call”

Zoro pushed all his accumulated chips in front as well. Now, both of you were betting everything you had in the blink of an eye. His call made your thighs spasm in excitement.

“You may now reveal your cards...”

You proudly dropped both of your cards in from of Zoro’s powerfully stronger hand. His eyes admired the value, and your rather ironic expression. The dealer gasped at the sudden reveal.

“Oh, what a shame”

You leaned back in your chair and sighed.

“It’s a pig”

Your words made the dealer stumble on his own words while he took in the rather bizarre scenery. Zoro, on the other hand, wasn’t phased.

“Oh, I see…”

He chuckled and rose from his seat. Your body tensed when you watched him stroll over to you. With a hand, he pulled your face close to his.

“You lost on purpose, didn’t you?” He whispered in your ear. Your teeth bit your lower lip upon feeling his hazy breath against your neck seductively.

“You bet everything you had on a measly pig of a hand just to reach your benefit. You knew where this was going from the start, no?” Zoro trailed his body behind your chair and grazed a toned finger along the tower of priced chips.

“You wanted me to own you”

Those words made a giggle come out of your lips as he finally caught on. Although, you didn’t care if he did or not, what mattered was that your plan for years played out beautifully to your liking and it didn’t seem like Zoro objected. That same devilish grin plastered on the boss’ face lingered, quite pleased by your sudden stunt.

“You and I both know I could’ve beaten you across the board, right?” You placed a hand on the side of his face from where you sat.

“I will admit it”

The dealer felt like he saw a ghost from the interaction. There wasn’t a single tear, sweat, or shout coming from you. Pure pleasure and satisfaction despite your loss. No one in their right mind would gamble their life away to someone else’s palms, but then you walked in.

“I’m going to love every bit of you, (F/N)” Zoro said hungrily. His arms pulled you off your seat and into his arms. You sprouted in giggled and gave him a lustful kiss on his lips.

In the blink of an eye, you straddled Zoro’s body in his own office chair. Your glossed lips were smudged against his face and his bruised neck. Not even a day into your newfound position and you already marked your territory. His button-up was now wrapped around him rather sloppily by your thirsty hands. Zoro bit and pulled your bottom lip while looking up at you with passionate eyes. You let out a soft mewl and run your fingers through his short hair.

Your lower sex, now hot and riled up, grazed against the hardened log in Zoro’s pants. The more you winded your hips against it, the more you felt like it was ready to burst through the cloth concealing it. You heard an impatient groan spew from Zoro from your rocking hips.

“Excited now, are we?” You whispered in his ear. You heard Zoro hiss. Despite you being under his control, your demeanor completely had him in a trance he’d never been in before.

“Quit teasing and get to work, princess” He smiled. You peeled off your lace and scrunched your dress upward. Zoro’s hungry hands clamped on your exposed thighs and gave them a tender squeeze.

Zoro unbuckled his pants to coil his member outside of where it was secluded. The sight nearly squeezed the air out of your lungs. You pondered if it’d even fit inside of you. You’ve never seen a member quite this thick and this big.

“Don’t be shy, doll” He cooed. You let out a rather nervous giggle and positioned your body to have the rose tip poke at your soaked entrance.

The tip sunk into your hole and the tip was enough to slightly expand your walls. You let out a small whimper, completely intimidated by what else is bound to occur if you sunk him whole. Zoro let out a grunt.

The tender grip on your thighs is connected to your hips. Before you could get ahold of your own thoughts, Zoro slammed your hips to swallow him whole. You yelped at the sudden surge of pleasure by his monstrous girth and length. He chuckled, feeling your velvet walls wrap around his member and how much it satisfied him beyond belief.

“You feel a lot better than I imagined…” He breathed. Your brain was on the brink of going blank by one thrust. He kept his grip to suddenly begin moving at a decent pace. Each time he kissed your cervix was a submissive moan birthing out of your lips. Each sound coming out of you, including the sounds coming from your cunt making contact with Zoro, made the man grow more and more eager for your climax. He didn’t hesitate to quicken his speed.

“Fuuuuuuck~” Zoro groaned longingly. You had your hands sluggishly placed on his shoulders while he ballistically hammered your cunt with zero remorse. Your messy moans were nothing but music to Zoro’s ears.

“O-Oh~ Zoro… Mmmph~!”

Your legs began to spasm, signaling you were about to reach your climax. Zoro caught on immediately and he let out, yet again, another thirsty chuckle.

“Cum f’me, princess… C’mon~ augh~” He said right by your ear. Those words only made the rush of your climax speed up faster. Your moans, as well as your breathing, quickened.

“I’m gonna-! I’m gonna~!” You shrieked and spurted your juices all over Zoro’s lap. His slacks were now drenched completely by your own secretions. Despite the obvious fact they cost a pretty penny, Zoro didn’t care. You did someone to him and he loved every bit of it.

He recklessly pounded into you, letting you ride your own high and begin to reach his own. The constant thrusts began to overstimulate your body as well as your vision grew fuzzy and incomprehensible. Your moans got sluggish and even messier than you’d thought they be. Zoro began to sweat from his own “workout”.

“I’m gonna cum soon, baby” He groaned. You moaned, feeling relief that he’d finally begin to stop pounding your cunt with no pity whatsoever, and the warm feeling of his seed spilling out of you.

“Cum inside of me~” You slurred. Your mouth spilled with drool.

“Only- mmmph~ for you... Princess~” He groaned. His breathing became more shaky than before. His thighs twitched. You knew you’d be feeling his warm liquid any moment.

“F-Fuck~! Oh, fuck~!” He threw his head back with one final thrust and poured every last drop of his seed inside of you. You released one last scream of pleasure at the sensitive feeling of it.

Zoro’s inhuman speed began to simmer down. You felt the warmth swirl inside of you and it brought you nothing but bliss. You felt a hand pull your tired face away from the crook of his neck to face you. He held your sloppy cheeks with his thumb and index.

“We’re gonna have so much fun, princess…~ I already love everything about you” He smiled. You were able to form a smile through your euphoric high.

“Me too, Zoro~”

all licensing and ownership belong to Eiichiro Oda

[universallychaoticpan]

Hi dear! How are you? How have you been?I'm sorry for bothering, but can I request Chuuya and Dazai fighting for y/n? And how would it be? You can ignore this if you want!

Thank you for reading this, have a lovely day!!<3

Ok ok ok I'm back! Hello! Sorry for not posting, shits been wierd. Anywho, I had to write this as chaotic mafia trio Dazai and Chuuya bc two petty teenagers who are also super powerful? The chaos is endless. Hope you enjoy this and come back soon :))

The three of you weren't kids anymore. That much was completely obvious. But you weren't adults, either. You had entered the acne prone, awkward crushes, too-long limbs and growing pains era of your lives. That's right;

the unholy trinity of the port mafia had become true teenagers.

While never truly disciplined the way the rest of the mafia was, the three of you still took orders. That changed, to Mori's growing irritation, the older you got. At nineteen, the three of you were all but flipping him the finger any chance you felt you could get away with it. (Always.) But aside from making Mori wished he could shoot all of you in the foot, the boys had their own problems. And that problem had a name that meant death by the time it was 15; that problem had bright eyes and a wicked smile and smelled like the sweet cold of a winter morning.

Y/n L/n, final third of the mafia's prodigies, was a problem. And it just so happened that today was your birthday.

Like always, you were up with the sun; and no, you didn't get up. But the light from the sun was gentle through your windows, the sheets were perfect on your skin, and-

and there was a thud coming from outside your door.

Only two people in the world would dare make that much noise this early. And when you swung the door open, you were faced with the cheeky smile of one Osamu Dazai.

"Goooood morning y/n!!" He sang as he presented an arm of roses to you with a grandiose bow. "And happy birthday!" Stepping into your room, he leaned in while you shut the door behind you. "We're gonna get so fucked up today."

For all of his bravado, though, he could still feel his heart in his throat when you pulled his shirt front and muttered, "for both your sakes, I don't want to be able to walk straight for a week after today."

"Oh y/n," he laughed, "you'll be lucky if we're done celebrating a week after today. Now pack your bags; we wont be back."

//

An hour later, freshly showered and dressed, you sat with a coffee outside a small cafe when idiot number two appeared. Similarly to the first, he was trying to hide the blush on his cheeks when you smiled at him, oblivious to what you were doing to him. Gently, he pressed a small black box into your hands and kept his eyes on yours as they widened. The knives were stunning- long handled and perfectly crafted, the tips on the blades so fine their promised to draw blood at the smallest touch. But at the base of the hilt, two silver letters curved through the metal, studded with diamonds so small and delicate you nearly thought them one solid stone. Your initials in diamonds, on the most beautiful knives you'd ever seen.

Chuuya couldn't stop himself from raising his middle finger behind your back to the bench Dazai was spying from not too far way as you hugged him.

//

The well off drink champagne at birthday dinners.

The wealthy drank cognac and whiskey.

But three extravagant 20 year olds had found themselves in the vineyards of Italy, surrounded by pyramids of rainbow bubbles, wines, and amber liquids just begging to be tasted. All through the surrounding olive trees, small golden lights flashed to peculiar rhythms, all set around a round table set with the richest food you could imagine. Once again, Chuuya had Dazai beat- the wine fanatics dinner arrangements were nothing short of impeccable. But after hours eating, laughing, drinking, (and running from club to club until three in the morning) it was Dazai's turn again. Back on a plane you went, sleep overtaking you as you flew south. When you woke up again, the world had changed into a tropical paradise; one you would find out Dazai had taken the liberty of reserving for the three of you.

//

Two days on the island had treated you well; you sighed happily as you stretched out, the sun beaming down on your now-glowing skin. Down at the water, Dazai and Chuuya tried to pretend like each wasn't watching the other watch you.

"Private island? really?" Chuuya's voice was full of comtempt as he tried to shove Dazai under the crystal blue waves.

"You're one to talk, Mr. Monogrammed knives."

"At least I opened with something better than roses. What movie did you get that cliche from, asshole?"

"Oh just wait." Dazai's smirk meant whatever it was, Chuuya wouldn't like it. "Once the sun goes down, it's over for you, Nakahara."

//

Feet bare, you stepped onto the sleek boat, the water turning gold with the last shreds of sun. As your island became smaller and smaller, the water grew darker and darker around you. The stars came out, the moon appeared, and then, just as the boat had slowed, you dipped your feet into the waves.

And the water lit up.

When your feet touched the warm surface, it lit up in fluorescent blue. Gasping, you swept your hand through to the same effect- hearing your laugh, Dazai knew you'd seen, and held your shoulders while you leaned over the edge.

"Gorgeous, isn't it?" Your amazed laugh was all the response he needed. With renewed fervor, the boat moved through the waves, sending light across the rippling ocean. You stayed there for hours- floating in the calm sea of the coast of your island, swimming in the perfect waves, and falling asleep all over one another on the way back.

Both were respecting to go back to their own cabins after saying goodnight to you- after arguing over who'd done better this year of course, but you didn't give them the chance. One second, you were laughing like kids again, the next, all three of you were passed out, Dazai's head on your lap and your head resting on chuuya's shoulder.

And right then, it didn't matter who loved who- it was just you and your friends and three people always ready to kill, die, and party like the world was ending.

But only if you got to do it together.

[iluminaru]

Some td headcanons that live in my head rent-free

Courtney can't live a day without coffee. Any coffee. She does not have a preference, she just needs coffee. Latte with a ton of sugar and whipped cream? Yes, please! A bitter black coffee? No problem!

After the diary accident, Gwen gave up on having diaries and writing down her feelings, instead, Gwen illustrates them.

Sierra went to therapy after TDAS. It took years to recover from her obsession, but she's doing good now. Even became friends with Cody!

Cody is a brony. He has a large collection of MLP toys and he plays every single MLP-related game. His favourite pony is Princess Luna.

Duncan forces convinces every single one of his friends to have a tattoo. Geoff was the easiest to convince, and Alejandro was the hardest. But Duncan didn't asked DJ to have one. He just assumed that DJ's mom doesn't allow it, so DJ can't have it. Imagine his shock when he got a text message from DJ, that went something like: "Hey man, mama took me to a tattoo salon today, now I've got a bunny tattoo. It hurts"

Heather watches cartoons. She thinks it's embarrassing and keeps it secreted. Only Alejandro and Harold know that.

Alejandro likes pineapple pizza. He doesn't like unhealthy food that much aside from chips/french fries, therefore, whenever he orders it, he asks Heather to eat the remaining slices. She doesn't mind that, she loves pizza and her boyfriend.

LeShawna's favorite singer is Beyoncé. When she drinks too much wine/champagne she sings her songs.

Harold is a steamer. Also has a YouTube gaming channel.

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

short taylor swift playlists for each tig character - rebecca

another playlist :). we don't know much about her so some of this might not be accurate (some of the songs i added were added because of hcs i have). i wrote this at like 2am last night so some of this might not make sense.

#1: i hate it here: this song is about escapism. its about a person who escapes to this secret world they've created in their mind because they hate this world. there are many reasons why i think this song suits rebecca. for one, i've always imagined her being a reader. it just makes sense to me. i feel like she'd view it as a form of escapism. her home life is clearly not the greatest. she was constantly pushed aside by her parents because of her sister's condition and was forced to take care of emily. i also feel like with everything going on with thea at the time, and her need to lie to her sister to gain her approval, she would want to find ways to escape her life.

#2: the prophecy: the prophecy is about yearning for a different destiny and the hope one has for a better future. rebecca wasn't loved by any of her family, and, based on what we know, she doesn't seem to have many friends. the only person who's ever truly been there for her is xander (i'm not counting thea bc she abandoned her for her sister right before she died). she's always been treated unfairly by others so it would only make sense for her to yearn for a different future and love.

#3: maroon: the song describes a relationship from beginning to end. the song doesn't necessarily fit rebecca (and thea), but the vibes do (as well as some lyrics). the vibes fit them so well it was impossible for me not to add the song.

#4: you're on your own, kid: i think the title of this song is quite self-explanatory. its about realizing that, at the end of the day, you only really have yourself. like i said earlier, she has no friends or family (except for xander) that truly cares about her. she doesn't really have anyone that she can depend on or trust fully.

#5: champagne problems: the song tells the story of a woman who surprises everyone by turning down her lover's marriage proposal. the woman in question turned down the proposal because of her struggles with her mental health. this song isn't an exact fit, but i do think that it fits her well enough. just like the narrator, rebecca struggles with her mental health, and she did turn down thea at first when she asked her out after their break up even though she liked her. the only part that doesn't fit her is the proposal part.

#6: 'tis the damn season: the song is about a woman returning to her hometown during the holidays, where she briefly reconnects with an old lover. the song isn't an exact fit, but it screams thebecca to me. after emily's passing, thea and rebecca broke up, but they never truly let go of the other (especially thea). they were incapable of staying away from each other and being just friends. their feelings for the other never faded away, and i can definitely imagine them sometimes giving into those feelings despite being broken up.

#7: tolerate it: my favorite song in the entire world. it's about wanting to be loved by someone who doesn't even bother paying attention to everything you do for them. i think this is quite self-explanatory. rebecca has always lived in emily's shadow. there was nothing she could do to change that. it got to the point where she started believing she was the problem. even though her loved ones weren't there for her, she was there for them all. i made a full analysis of this song from rebecca's pov a few months ago (here).

#8: evermore (ft. bon iver): the song follows a person's journey from this seemingly never-ending period of sadness and depression to one of optimism. this person says that, without this specific loved one, they wouldn't have made it. by the end of book 3, we can see that rebecca is starting to heal from the trauma and pain her family inflicted on her (she started dressing herself and styling her hair in ways that she liked instead of trying to fit into the mold emily had created for her). i think thea (and xander and maybe even avery) assisted her in beginning her healing process which is why i think this song fits her quite well.

#9: right where you left me: this song is about not being able to move on from an ex. the narrator was left sitting in a restaurant after a break up, and, even after all of these years, she's still there, frozen (mentally). i think this song fits her in two different ways. i think emily's death and the pain her family put her through affected her so badly she was unable to move on and heal. she sort of stayed frozen in time just like the girl in the song. i also think she was unable to move on from thea even though she was the one who broke things off between them. i think the guilt she felt for dating thea behind emily's back and the trauma she was dealing with made her break up with thea (and also maybe she felt betrayed by thea after she chose emily over her), but that doesn't mean her feelings for thea faded away.

#10: mirrorball: the narrator of the song compares themself to a reflective disco ball. they think they reflect other people's personalities to make them happy. rebecca is a people pleaser. she did everything emily and her family asked of her hoping that it would make her worthy of their love. she wanted their approval so bad she forgot she was her own person (in thl (or maybe tig), she literally refers to her hair as 'our hair' as if it's also emily's). all rebecca wants is to be loved, and she's been made to believe that the only way for that to happen is if she molds herself into someone people actually want (cause she thinks no one could want her as she is).

#11: illicit affairs: the song is about the heartbreak and happiness that infidelity can bring. this song doesn't fit her perfectly, but, whenever i listen to it, i think of how thea pretended to be seeing xander while dating rebecca in secret. at the time, this was the only way for the two of them to be together, and although being with thea made her happy, i'm certain she wished she didn't have to keep their relationship a secret. hiding her relationship probably felt like hiding a part of herself.

#12: false god: the song describes the power and pain of loving someone. loving someone obviously doesn't come without challenges. i feel like rebecca would sort of hate herself for loving thea because she's her sister's best friend. they also kept their relationship a secret from everyone because they were afraid of what people would think (they also probably hid their relationship bc they're two girls). all of this obviously wouldn't be easy, but, despite the pain, they still stayed together. i also think the vibes of the song fit them really well.

#13: call it what you want: the song is about not caring what the media has to say about your relationship bc all that matters is that the two of you know the truth. this obviously doesn't apply to them in the first books. they literally hid their relationship from the public because they were afraid of what people would say, but, in book 3, i feel like thea and rebecca stopped caring and just did whtv they wanted. literally no one knew whether they were dating or not, and they didn't seem to feel the need to clarify. i guess that, after starting to heal from their trauma, they sort of realized that other people's opinions don't matter.

#14: all you had to do was stay: the song is about a crumbling relationship that ends because of the lover's indecision. like i said earlier, i think that part of the reason why rebecca broke up with thea is because, the night that emily died, thea picked emily over her even though she knew it would only cause problems. thea was so desperate for emily's approval that she chose her over her girlfriend, and that most definitely hurt rebecca's feelings. maybe, if things had gone differently and thea picked rebecca instead, they would've never broken up.

#15: this love: the song describes the revival of a failed romance. the narrator of the song explains that even though relationships aren't always perfect, they're still worth being in for the good memories they give you. rebecca and thea broke up and then got back together some time later after realizing that they're more miserable apart than they are together. this song fits them perfectly.

[jovialmoonprincess]

AU: Journey to Redemption (Part 6)

In Silence, We Crumble

Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader 

First Part. / The Winter Ball / Champagne Problems / Frost and Thorns / The Storm Within / In Silence, We Crumble

Summary: Y/N, a young idealist in Panem, dreams of making a difference in a post-war society. As the winner of the prestigious Plinth Prize is about to be announced, a mysterious woman unveils a grim fate for Coriolanus Snow, Y/N's nemesis. Offered a chance to alter destiny, Y/N must navigate her conflicting emotions and intervene in pivotal moments to prevent Snow's descent into darkness. The story unfolds against the backdrop of complex relationships, past connections, and the challenges of a changing world, as Y/N grapples with the responsibility of shaping an unexpected destiny and challenging the very fabric of fate.

Warning(s): ANGST IM WARNING YOU ANGST

A/N: I'm on Wattpad now too, click here to read and vote there: WATTPAD

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Y/N was in the Snows' penthouse living room, acting as if she hadn't shared the best kiss of her life with her friend's cousin a week ago. It was already late when Tigris answered the door and faced a worried Mrs. Plinth. Coriolanus would arrive half an hour later, questioning the situation. His gaze quickly passed over Y/N, and a nod of the head was the most interaction between them that night.

The woman pleaded for Coryo to help rescue Sejanus, even though the boy hated the idea. There was a phone call, and the boy and Mrs. Plinth left hastily. Y/N followed Tigris to her room.

"It's late; I can't let you go alone," Tigris said anxiously, probably because Coryo had just left for the arena again.

"Okay, I'll stay here with you," Y/N replied. It wasn't the first time she had slept at her friend's house, so it didn't take much to convince her mother. Whether she liked it or not, it would be good to have company that night. Y/N had stopped worrying about Coryo's death before the Games. She was more concerned about those around him and what he might do. Every day, she hoped some situation would help the boy reflect on the future.

"You know, when I took care of Coryo, I never imagined he would turn out like this," Tigris said while painting her toenails.

"Authoritarian? Conceited? Arrogant?" Y/N thought.

"Like what?" Y/N asked, saving the insults for when she saw Coryo in person.

"He sometimes looks a lot like his father. And that's not a compliment."

"Maybe we all have something from our parents, right?"

"I wish he were a bit more like his mother."

"What was she like?" Y/N asked.

"She was beautiful, intelligent, kind, sweet... She looked like a princess," Tigris said, smiling nostalgically. "Maybe Lucy Gray could help bring out that part of him, huh?"

"Did I miss something?" Y/N was confused.

"Oh, the whole Capitol is talking about them, as if they were a couple's goal."

"Couple's goal?" Y/N couldn't help but give a sincere laugh. "As if she didn't have bigger things to worry about."

"Coryo said they kissed a few days ago."

THE KISS. THE VISION'S KISS. She saw the two kissing through a cell. If she knew it was going to happen, why did it make her so uncomfortable? Moreover, another vision had been confirmed. Wasn't she doing anything useful to change his fate?

"And what did he say about it?"

"He said it was good, it must have been his first kiss. If not the first, the one that makes the heart beat faster, you know?" Good? That bastard...

"I know," Y/N said without thinking.

"DO YOU KNOW? Have you ever kissed someone like that?" Tigris was excited.

"Oh no, I read a lot of romances..."

"I see... Y/N, you have a lot of secrets, and I will uncover them." Y/N threw a pillow at her friend, who quickly caught it.

The girls quickly fell asleep after gossiping about life in the Capitol. Tigris was very worried; she didn't want to sleep at all, but Y/N managed to convince her after a lot of effort. The two chatted quietly until eventually, one of them stopped responding. But a noise during the night would wake Y/N up.

She looked at the clock beside the bed; it was 02:15 AM. She looked at Tigris sleeping peacefully on the left side of the bed, which, by the way, was quite large. Y/N got up quietly not to disturb her friend. She arrived in the kitchen and didn't notice anything different. She decided to heat up the tea that Tigris had made earlier for Sejanus's mother.

She poured it slowly into the cup when she noticed a silhouette in the living room. She put her hand over her lips to avoid screaming too loud.

"Coryo! You scared me." she said quietly to a battered Coryo in front of her. He was wearing a coat that covered the clothes he had left with. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing. Sejanus is fine. I saved the day; I'm going to sleep," he replied as he moved away slowly.

"Oh no, I'm going to make tea, and you're going to tell me what happened." Coryo had a zero-friendly expression. But Y/N guided the boy to the living room sofa, as if she didn't care about his anger.

In a minute, she reappeared with a teacup and some cookies that Mrs. Plinth had brought. She sat next to him on the couch.

"Eat, they're very good. They taste like Christmas." The boy seemed too beaten down to resist.

"I killed a tribute."

Y/N didn't know what to say; her mind couldn't formulate any sentences.

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't have a choice."

"I know, and it wasn't your fault. The Capitol, Dr. Gaul, they are the real culprits for all this. You're just a pawn on their chessboard." She wanted to ask about Sejanus, but she didn't want to start another fight over it.

"What was it like entering the arena?"

"Sejanus is an idiot. With that damn tradition of breadcrumbs. Pathetic. If anyone needs proof of the backwardness of the districts, this is a good one. Primitive people with primitive customs. How much bread has been wasted on that nonsense? Oh, no, he died of hunger! Bring bread! This 'friendship' with Sejanus is going to cause me a lot of problems." Coryo spoke lowly, mocking the pain Sejanus felt for Marcus. And it was at that moment that Y/N saw in Coriolanus what Tigris had mentioned earlier. The air of superiority, the resentment. Y/N felt a lump in her throat and involuntarily moved away from the boy. Something he didn't fail to notice.

Y/N remained silent, she had nothing to say. In fact, her desire was to go back to her room and cry until she fell asleep.

The atmosphere in the room became tense, impregnated by Coriolanus's revelation about the tribute he had eliminated and his cynicism about the districts. Y/N, although initially speechless, felt a mixture of anger and hurt growing inside her. The silence was broken when she finally spoke, her voice loaded with restrained emotion.

"Do you really think all the districts are like that? Primitive and backward? That people deserve to die for a tradition, like leaving breadcrumbs on the ground?" Y/N gave Coriolanus a penetrating look, her own district origin pulsating in her expression.

Coryo stared at her for a moment, as if assessing her reaction. "I'm just telling the truth. There is no progress in the districts, just outdated customs that lead nowhere."

His response ignited a flame of indignation in Y/N. "And what makes you think you're better? That your vision of progress is the only correct one? Do you think all districts are made up of pathetic and hungry people?"

Coriolanus retorted with a disdainful look. "Of course, they're not all the same, but it's undeniable that there is a general delay. I'm just being realistic."

His answer was like an open wound to Y/N, who felt the words echoing in her mind. She knew she couldn't change the Capitol's perception, but hearing it from someone she considered close was like a punch in the stomach.

"So, do you also think I'm pathetic?" she asked, her voice trembling but firm.

Coriolanus hesitated for a moment, looking into Y/N's eyes. "It's not the same. You're different."

"Different? How? Because I also have a district origin" Y/N felt a mix of sadness and frustration.

"It's not that..." Coryo began, but Y/N interrupted him.

"You know I'm not different. In the eyes of the Capitol, I'm also an insignificant girl from any district. Don't be hypocritical."

He sighed, seeming to rethink his words. "Look, that's not what I meant."

"But that's what you said." Y/N's disappointment was palpable.

"You don't understand. It's different with you."

“No, it’s not,” Y/N insisted, distancing herself further from him. "You're just in denial because you still see me as a girl from the capital. Because I don't feel hungry anymore? Because my father built an empire during the war? Or because you just like me, and you lie to yourself."

The room fell silent for a moment, only the echo of the words spoken hanging in the air. Coriolanus seemed lost in thought, while Y/N felt the need to get away from his presence.

"I just..."

"I didn't want you to get hurt by all this," Coriolanus finally said, his tone softer.

"Do you think words don't hurt?" Y/N let out an ironic laugh. "Sorry, but you know nothing about what it's like to be from a district. What it's like to live in the shadow of the Capitol. Don't try to tell me it's different with me because it's not. Our childhoods were similar, but the war in the districts was by far worse."

Coriolanus looked at the ground, realizing the depth of Y/N's words. A persistent tension lingered between them, as if the broken trust had created an irreparable abyss.

"I didn't want..." Coriolanus began, but Y/N interrupted.

"I think it's better if I leave before I say something I regret."

Y/N stood up, casting a last glance at Coryo before leaving. 

"I hope Lucy Gray doesn't find out about your honest opinions on the districts. If you want to maintain a relationship with her."

The door closed behind her, leaving the boy alone in the room, engulfed in confusing emotions and growing pain. The night that began with gossip and laughter had now faded into confrontation and sadness.

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Arranged Marriage

First of all, thank you for the 100 followers !!! It really means a lot to me knowing that you enjoy my stories that much ! Anyway, enjoy.

Part 2

It was annoying.

Marriage Is supposed to be sacred.

At least for the evers.

Yet, after the union of the schools, everybody had been searching for more ways to straighten this bond.

And, unfortunately, one of them was you. 

Or rather, your arranged marriage with the dean of evil.

Everybody, including your parents, found the idea of you, one of the most prominent evers, to marry your evil equivalent.

It hurt you.

You always imagined how would you fall in love with a pretty princess, such as yourself, or a handsome and muscular prince who would fall on one knee to ask for your hand.

Who would, with no hesitation, declare his love for you.

Who would whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

Who would hold you close and worship you.

You saw every and each of your fantasies evaporating in your wedding ceremony.

Lady Lesso couldn't even muster the strength to lay her eyes on you.

You couldn't imagine how disgusted she must have been feeling at that moment.

You still remembered her frown as she placed a ring on your finger and sweared her undying love toward you.

You still remembered how you reciprocated the vow with an emotionless face.

You couldn't stand the idea of your partner, your companion for the rest of your life, to be unable to love you for who you were and was only presenting herself alongside you in formal events.

There were many drawbacks in your marriage.

You weren't only tasked to become a professor at the school, but was also forced to live in the same quarters as the Dean herself.

There wasn't much space.

Lesso had complained endlessly about your clothes.

You had so many.

Yet, you left most of your clothes back home.

But the main disadvantage, except the lack of space for all of your wardrobe, was the fact that you were sleeping on the same bed.

Lesso proved to be unable to sleep on the couch, her bad knee wasn't resting enough or something.

And you had a small problem with your back; you were barely able to walk, much less fakesmile at the morning.

After two months of your marriage, Lesso thought that it was finally time for you learning her true name.

You cursed her that day. You lost yourself that day.

Your little, polite, ever behavior left you as you were shouting at her that it was unacceptable for her wife to learn her true name after two months of marriage.

Leonora seemed a bit hurt but mainly speechless.

After talking her off, you left your rooms slamming the door shut behind you.

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You came back at three at the morning. You thought that Lesso would have fallen asleep by that time.

You were wrong.

She had been pacing around the room; waiting for you.

You glanced at her.

She glanced back at you.

None of you said anything as you prepared yourselves for bed.

You did nothing to hide your anger toward her.

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Time flew by.

Two months became three, and four, and then five.

You attended an other formal event with your wife.

Leonora, who was too bored to talk to other people, ended up spending her time with Dovey as you went to the bar to grab your drinks.

You ordered some whiskey for the bartender, because there was no way Leonora or Leo as she had allowed you to call her would survive the rest of the night without having consumed a strong dose of alcohol.

You ordered for yourself a glass of champagne as the true, pureblood, evers would do.

" Well, well, look who we have here. " A voice from behind startled you.

You froze recognizing the owner of it.

You swallowed hard turning to look at the Prince standing before you.

" Finally, out of the witch's reach, I see. " Philip commented throwing a disgusted look at your wife.

Leonora was standing awkwardly next to Emma as she waited for Dovey to finish her conversation with her beloved Cinderella.

You rolled your eyes at him refocusing on the barman who was preparing your drinks.

Hopefully, he would have them ready soon enough.

" Don't you think that you had ignored me for long enough ? " Your ex insisted.

You sighed wishing for Leonora to have been with you.

Even if she was disgusted with you, she never had never said or shown the slightest proof of that, you just thought that it would probably be true, she would never, EVER, allow to him or any of your past relationships to approach you.

You still remembered how she reacted meeting Andreas and the two of you hadn't lasted for more than a month; you preferred to keep in touch, though, because he was a good friend.

But this. This man.

He had been the definition of toxic in the past.

Leonora, who was giving death sentences to literally everyone who was causing you the slightest irritation, had promised you that she would get rid of the guy in the future.

Both Philip and Leonora were obsessive and jealous when someone was looking at you more than the usual.

But Leonora wasn't... she wasn't doing this at the extent of making you feel uncomfortable, she was just trying to show to everyone that you were married and no longer available for love confessions.

The bartender handed you your champagne but still no whiskey.

You thanked him politely before returning your attention to your former lover.

" Don't ever offend my wife in front of me, again... We don't want to give her reasons to cut your tongue, now, do we ? " You proceeded into a thread.

You knew better than anyone how manipulative Philip could become if you wouldn't cut him off from the very beginning.

He raised an eyebrow at you and took a step closer. " I would like to see her trying. "

And that was the moment, Lesso's head snapped toward your direction.

Both Emma and Dovey had found their partners and were currently dancing with them.

Leonora's eyes widened realizing to whom were you speaking.

Murder time.

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You couldn't believe it ! 

He didn't even blink when he said that.

He truly believed that Lesso wasn't capable of hurting him.

You wanted to laugh at him.

You had heard many never students talking about the well-known Doom Room.

He didn't know what was coming for him.

The barman finally gave you the glass of whiskey.

You smiled at him taking the glass in your free hand.

You then turned to fakesmile at Philip. " Have a nice evening. I hope that I'll never see you again. " 

You told him and quickly turned to leave.

As your head turned, you locked eye contact with your wife.

Leonora was walking to you.

You did two step toward her.

Then, you saw her eyes suddenly widen.

A moment afterward, a hand from behind wrapped around your stomach, pulling your body backwards.

You gasped as you felt some champagne falling on your dress.

Your eyes immediately fell down on your dress.

It was one of your favorites.

If only you knew in advance...

You would have worn an other one...

" You are not going anywhere, little one. " Philip whispered next to your ear.

" You are mine. " He added aggressively.

You paled realizing that he wasn't letting you go.

Leonora, who was one the other side of the room two seconds ago, was on your side.

" I don't like people touching what's mine. You either back down now or I'll cut off your hands right here, right now. " Lesso threatened with the most frightening and deadly expression you have ever seen her using on someone.

At the extremely terrorizing statement did Philip's grip on you loosened.

You pulled away, quickly placing the drinks on the bar before hiding yourself behind your wife.

Leonora was scary, she was scaring even you; you couldn't imagine how scared must Philip feel.

She was at the verge of fuming.

Leonora pushed Philip away from both of you with her cane.  

Philip lost his balance due to the unexpected pressure and fell backwards, his back hit the bar.

Leonora kept her cane up, threatening him and forcing him to back down.

" Look at her, speak to her, touch her and you will be a dead man. " She concluded.

You frowned.

You really thought that Leonora was to kill him right on that spot.

But instead, she took your hand in hers and walked out of the huge room hosting one of the most magnificent balls you would attend that year.

Leonora led you to the bathroom.

You both got inside and the dean locked the door behind you.

Leonora was pacing around the bathroom as you tried your best to clean your dress.

" How dare he. " Leonora said angrily.

You knew that she wasn't talking to you, or anyone in particular; she was used in cursing other people out loud.

You sighed when you finally gave up.

Your dress was ruined.

Your favorite dress was ruined.

Generally speaking,  you loved all of your clothes.

And having just experienced the ruining of one of your favorites... it was as if you forced Lesso to watch a fire destroying her beloved Doom Room.

Leonora turned to look at you.

Your eyes were looking down at your dress with the saddest facial expression she has ever seen in your face.

" We can have another tailored for you. We can order for it to be exactly like this one. " Lesso assured you approaching you.

You looked up at her. Your teary eyes locked with your wife's. " You mean it ? "

Leonora placed her hands on your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. " Of course. "

You took a shaky breath. " So... you are not disgusted by me, right ? Or my love for clothes ? "

The woman frowned. Her hand snaked on your cheek.

The never connected your foreheads. " I know that... we weren't given a choice, but that doesn't mean that we can't give it a try. "

You stopped breathing for some moments, replaying and processing her words in your mind.

Then, out of the blue, you wrapped your hands around her neck.

You pressed your lips against hers.

Leonora reciprocated your kiss with no hesitation.

The two of you kissed like it was the last time you would ever get the chance to do that.

When you pulled away to breathe, you rested your head on her shoulder.

Leonora's hands, which had found their way around your back, tightened around you, pushing your body against hers.

" Can we go home, now ? I can't present myself with a dress in this condition. " You caressed her cheek with your nose and kissed her cheek.

Leonora smirked down at you. " Can't wait to go to bed, do you ? "

You raised an eyebrow not understanding what she meant. " No, I just don't want to be seen like that. "

Leonora rolled her eyes playfully. " Darling. " 

The woman smiled at you thinking that your naivety was extremely cute.

How easily could someone manipulate you...

Not on her watch.

" People don't only use beds for sleeping, princess. " The dean winked at you.

Your eyes widened and a blush appeared in your cheeks after finally realizing what she meant.

" Ummmm. You gonna be soft, right ? " You asked her.

Leonora bited her lower lip in order to contain the smirk which was to form on her lips.

" Right ? "

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PEDRENZO TOXIC RIVALRY YEARS FORCED PROXIMITY CURSE. TELL ME MORE

YAYYYY okay so. for dani and jorge it HAS to be after one of the most intense races of their lives. don’t ask me which I DO NOT KNOW ! i’ll leave it up to you to decide if one fits specifically but it was CRUCIALLY a knockdown drag out fucking fight. high effort. satisfying. one millionnnnn overtakes. and eventually they BOTH podium, and the race was so bananas —kinetic and tense and somewhere HOT— that they feel like the blood in their veins is legitimately made of GASOLINE— and they HATE each other at this point, but on days like this the space between them is also filled with this like. singular electricity that makes them feel like NOTHING else. the emotional release of a hard won battle… all of those endorphins panting shiny with sweat sticky with champagne… critical awareness of where the other is at all times, leftover from the track… and then they DO decide to shake hands on the podium and there’s. a moment. a spark. something a bit different than static electricity, but not far off. and they don’t think anything of it until after the race, when dani is about to get whisked away by honda to debrief— and jorge shouldn’t even notice when dani walks away but he DOES, he can FEEL it, and something prickles and begins to TEAR. jorge feels some deep instinctual part of himself seize up with panic, and theres a shout from dani’s direction and suddenly jorge’s body is moving without his permission and he’s got dani’s face in his hands and big brown eyes are looking up at him and they are fucking ANGRY. and it’s then that he knows something is very very veryyyyy wrong.

and off they go to the motogp doctors™️ ! who are like. yep! you’re cursed ! (magic ass universe where looney tunes shit like this occasionally happens to riders who ride the edge of rivalry a little too hard. rosquez have gods biggest storm coming for them in a few years.) so you have to stay as physically close as possible to each other for a couple of months!! it’ll hopefully pass. these curses don’t effect in track stuff really so you’re are both cleared to ride 🤗👍 and PEDRENZO are both like. you have to be FUCKING kidding me. dani sitting there picking at his fingernails COMPLETELY shut down and jorge just posture tight frown dialed to ELEVEN tiny little stormcloud over their heads :) and they’re holding hands because it’s the only way they don’t feel like live ants are under their skin :) THEN the doctor is like. and you guys should probably share a bed :)

and it’s rough at the beginning! they are both VERY stubborn and while dani remains the people’s princess i think when he was younger he had the capacity to just. shut the fuck down when he was pissed. close off. and jorge is NOT shy about how uncomfortable he is about the whole thing so he’s dialed the cuntress factor allll the way up. and there’s no quick fix! it’s just time! and dani is also SELF ADMITTED !!! not a patient person. SO i IMAGINE sitting next to jorge in bed and imagining himself attempting to suffocate in his most evilest of enemy’s tits is FUN but is also not a SOLUTION. action oriented guy methinks. loves solving a problem hates when the only solution is WAIT. so it ends up being this escalating arms race of belligerent horny tension where they’re literally living in each other’s pockets holding hands touching ankles sleeping in the same bed and being TORTUROUSLY aware of the other’s body the ENTIRE time. every SLIVER of skin contact i feels like a brand. passing dani in the kitchen reaching for cereal and jorge brushes a hand on dani’s waist to lean and he feels CRAZY. INSANE. that kind of stuff. and eventually i think dani (NOT PATIENT !) fucking snaps and just. jumps him. might as well make the fucking lemonade if you have the goddamn lemons !!

the REAL problem os after the curse gets lifted (of course. the second after they fuck.) when they are USED to each other’s presence and have begun to realize how much they COMPLIMENT each other and suspect (creeping at the edges of awareness) that this mighttttt be love. but they know the other was only around for months because they were literally cursed. and now they are free to go back to the status quo. where rivalry is expected. what do they do…

[meret118]

In 2008, a software developer in San Francisco named Curtis Yarvin, writing under a pseudonym, proposed a horrific solution for people he deemed “not productive”: “convert them into biodiesel, which can help power the Muni buses.”

Yarvin, a self-described reactionary and extremist who was 35 years old at the time, clarified that he was “just kidding.” But then he continued, “The trouble with the biodiesel solution is that no one would want to live in a city whose public transportation was fueled, even just partly, by the distilled remains of its late underclass. However, it helps us describe the problem we are trying to solve. Our goal, in short, is a humane alternative to genocide.”

He then concluded that the “best humane alternative to genocide” is to “virtualize” these people: Imprison them in “permanent solitary confinement” where, to avoid making them insane, they would be connected to an “immersive virtual-reality interface” so they could “experience a rich, fulfilling life in a completely imaginary world.”

Yarvin’s disturbing manifestos have earned him influential followers, chief among them: tech billionaire Peter Thiel and his onetime Silicon Valley protégé Senator J.D. Vance, whom the Republican Party just nominated to be Donald Trump’s vice president. If Trump wins the election, there is little doubt that Vance will bring Yarvin’s twisted techno-authoritarianism to the White House, and one can imagine—with horror—what a receptive would-be autocrat like Trump might do with those ideas.

Way back in 2012, in a speech on “How to Reboot the US Government,” he said, “If Americans want to change their government, they’re going to have to get over their dictator phobia.” He had also written favorably of slavery and white nationalists in the late 2000s (though he has stated that he is not a white nationalist himself).

Both Thiel and Vance are friends of Yarvin.

. . .

In 2016, Yarvin attended Thiel’s election night party in San Francisco where, according to Chafkin, champagne flowed once it became clear that Thiel’s investment in Donald Trump would pay off.

Since entering politics, Vance has publicly praised—and parroted—Yarvin’s ideas. 

. . .

When Vance ran for U.S. Senate in 2022, Thiel spent an unprecedented $15 million on the campaign and persuaded Trump to endorse him (Vance had previously compared Trump to Hitler). In 2024, Thiel led the charge to convince Trump to pick Vance as V.P.

. . .

Yarvin is the chief thinker behind an obscure but increasingly influential far-right neoreaction, or NRx, movement, that some call the “Dark Enlightenment.” Among other things, it openly promotes dictatorships as superior to democracies and views nations like the United States as outdated software systems. Yarvin seeks to reengineer governments by breaking them up into smaller entities called “patchworks,” which would be controlled by tech corporations.

More at the link.

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Are you fucking kidding me?!! Why isn't this leading every news report? Is this well known, and I somehow just missed knowing about this yarvin sociopath? This needs to be exposed like project 2050 is!

It's like republicans are deliberately trying to see if they can find someone worse to put in the oval office each time - nixon, reagan, dumbya, trump, and eventually vance.