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Charles leclerc x girlfriend reader at Lorenzo and Charlotte's wedding smau

Best Man, Better Boyfriend | CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!Reader

Genre: SMAU, Fluff, angst

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yourusername My best girl is getting married to her best boy 💍 Lolo, my sunshine soul, you deserve every ounce of the magic coming your way. Enzo, thank you for loving her like we all dreamed someone would.

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charlotte2304 I love you so so much, y/nn ❤️

→ yourusername ❤️ u Lolo.

lorenzotl I’m the lucky one 💛 Thank you for this post and for always being by her side.

→ yourusername Enzo 🥺🫶🏽

pascale_leclerc Welcome to the family, ma douce Lottie and Y/n, you're as much family as Charlotte is 🤍✨

→ yourusername Love you, Mama Leclerc 🫶🏽

julia.tolotta So happy to finally have a sister @/charlotte2304. Love you too y/n❤️

→ yourusername ❤️

jasminsprengel My heart is so full! Congrats @/charlotte2304, @/lorenzotl, so happy for you both 🥰

charles_leclerc Most memorable day ❤️

→ yourusername Can I keep Leo?

→ charles_leclerc you can keep anything you want.

yoursisterusername SO HAPPY FOR THEM 😭💍

arthur_leclerc Finally! I was starting to lose hope in Enzo's planning skills 😂

→ yourusername Surprised that you kept the plans a secret. Couldn't be more proud of you 🥺

username1 Now let’s talk bridesmaid dresses 😌

→ yourusername Hell yeah!!

CHARLES'S POV

BOUTIQUE IN MONACO

The small boutique smelled like cedarwood as Y/n walked in with Charles and rest of the wedding party to select from the outfits the bride and groom has chosen fitting the theme.

Y/N stepped out of the fitting room, smoothing down the soft satin of her bridesmaid dress. She chose a blush pink dress that complimented her the best.

Charles looked up from his seat, gaze flickering up and freezing mid-motion. All the other groomsmen were trying out their tux but he wanted to wait for Y/n to choose her dress and match his tie with her.

“You’re staring,” she said, folding her arms, but her voice held no real edge.

Charles blinked like he’d just been smacked out of a trance. “I’m not staring. I'm observing...”

“Right,” Y/N said, drawing out the word. “Because you’re a fashion expert now?”

He stood up then, walking over and making a point to circle her slowly like he was analyzing F1 telemetry. “No. But I know when something fits right.” His voice dropped just slightly, fingers ghosting near her waist, never quite touching. “And that dress fits you right.”

Y/N’s breath caught. Just for a second. “You’ve never said that to anyone else in the wedding party,” she said carefully.

“I’ve never meant it about anyone else in the wedding party.”

She looked at him trying hard to control not to blush. “What about you?” she asked, stepping back. “Got your tux picked?” She awkwardly diverted the topic.

He held up a swatch book, grinning. “My tux fits right. the only thing left to select is my tie.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, flipping through the swatches like she hadn’t already decided an hour ago. “You should match with Arthur.”

“Since we'll be walking down together I think I should match my tie with you,” Charles said, amused.

“You love doing this don't you”

“Yeah,” he said, too soft. Too quick. “I do.”

They both froze. Y/N swallowed. “I meant making the wedding look perfect.”

“Yeah,” Charles echoed, gaze unreadable. “Me too.” She turned away first, pretending to thoughtfully advise other bridesmaids hairstyles on their dresses.

Y/N'S POV

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CHARLES' HOME, MONACO

The paper bag crinkled loudly as Y/N set it down on Charles’s coffee table, the aroma of green curry and fried rice filling the room like a hug in spice form.

Leo was already circling her ankles, like she'd give him food as well. "You already ate,” Y/N picked him up, laughing as she scratched behind his ears. “You menace.”

“Wonder where he gets that from,” Charles said, appearing from the kitchen with two wine glasses in hand.

“I’m ignoring that,” she said, accepting the bottle anyway.

They sat cross-legged on the couch, digging into the food with quiet satisfaction. It was their fourth date.

Leo eventually settled between them, head on Y/N’s thigh like he’d picked a side. She absentmindedly stroked his fur while stealing the last spring roll.

“You like him more than me,” Charles sighed.

“He doesn’t overthink where to place his elbows when we eat,” she teased.

He rolled his eyes, but his smile lingered. And then, his arm brushed against hers on the cushion. He didn’t pull away this time.

“So,” he started, too casually. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, chewing slowly. “About?”

Charles shifted a little, clearly trying to act cooler than he felt. “The Monaco Grand Prix. It’s in a couple of weeks.”

“I know,” she said, watching him. “I've never missed the home races.”

He laughed, then shook his head, suddenly serious in that open, vulnerable way that always caught her off guard. “ I want you to come as my girlfriend.”

Y/N blinked. Her heart flipped. “You sure?” she asked, voice lower now. “That’s… public.”

Charles nodded. “I’m sure. My whole family is supposed to be there, that includes you.”

She looked at him, then down at Leo, then back at him. “Can I wear red?”

“You’d better.” She leaned back against the couch, smiling into her wine.

Charles smiled wide, boyish, unmistakably relieved. Leo barked once like a stamp of approval before promptly crawling into Y/N’s lap, who kept her wine away and kissed his head.

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leclercsupremacy The Leclercs, Charlotte, and Y/N attended Monaco GP race day. Did Charles and Y/N just made it official with the post race kiss?

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f1editsdaily I stalked her, She's already in the family since Lorenzo started dating Charlotte, Pascale and Arthur's comments in her posts are wholesome

lecfosi16 lowkey bold of her to debut at Monaco of all places

itslecrec the way Arthur was carrying her bag???

username1 she’s literally just another influencer 🥱 nextttt

→ leclercsupremacy She's a software engineer and is currently regional development head for Monaco in Google. So, no, not another influencer...

sharles16stan My Roman Empire is Charles looking at her like she’s his whole world.

leclercsangel not y’all mad because he likes a woman with a personality 😭

username2 girl… he held her face when he kissed her. that’s not casual.

wifeofcl Kissing after a P2? Chill. It’s not even a win.

formulababygirl Not the Monaco prince getting his princess moment 😭

f1noir_1 We get it. She’s dating Charles. Can we get back to the actual racing now?

CHARLES' HOME, MONACO

The apartment was too quiet when Charles and Y/n went in after the celebratory dinner. Charles had been dull the whole dinner.

Y/N watched Charles dropping on the couch from the doorway for a moment before she stepped in, gently taking Leo off leash. He sprinted in the room to his toys, as Y/N nudged.

His hands were clenched so tight his knuckles had gone pale. She didn’t speak but moved to sit beside him.

“I had it,” he said after a long time, voice so soft it barely existed. “We had it. And they—”

His jaw clenched. “fucked everything up!”

Y/N swallowed. “P2 is still—”

“It’s not enough.” His voice cracked then. “Not for this. Not for everything I’ve put into this. Not for him.”

For Charles it was not just about the race. It was about his father.

Charles leaned forward, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. “I’m doing everything I can. I train like a machine. I say the right things. I show up. I fight. And it never feels like it’s enough. I’m not winning. I’m not—” He broke off, shaking his head like the words betrayed him. “I’m not making him proud.”

Y/N reached for his hand, unfolding his fingers one by one until his palm was open in hers.

“Cha,” she whispered, her voice tight, “he’s already proud of you.”

He didn’t look up. “He saw the boy who raced in karting with fire in his eyes and dreams too big for his chest. He saw the boy who got up every time it hurt, who never lost that fight. He saw all of it and he was proud then. Imagine what he’d feel now. Not just of the driver you’ve become, but the man.”

His breath hitched. Y/N kept going, voice steady despite the lump forming in her throat. “Your father isn’t proud of trophies. He’s proud of his boy.”

Charles turned to her slowly, eyes glassy and aching. “Your whole family is very proud of you, mon amor. We love you so much. Even on days like this when you don’t believe in yourself, we believe enough for all of us. You don’t have to earn our pride, Charles. You already have it.”

Tears slipped down his cheek silently, and she caught them with her fingers like they were something sacred.

“I’m tired,” he whispered. “I just… I wanted it so badly. For him. For me.”

“I know, baby” she said, pulling him into her arms, letting him fold into her chest like something crumpling under the weight. “And you will get it. I don’t know when. But I do know that you haven’t failed him. You’ve made him proud a thousand times over. And no fuck-ups can ever take that away.”

They sat like that for a long time. And in the quiet, just above the sound of his breathing against her shoulder, she whispered into his hair “Your dream isn’t over, Cha. And he’s still with you. All of us are."

Maybe that didn’t fix everything. But it was enough for tonight.

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yourusername Woman of the hour 🤍✨ @/charlotte2304

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lorenzotl Mon amour 🤍

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lorenzotl Thank you for making her feel so loved, Y/N.

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username1 Team bride !💖

pascale_leclerc so elegant and full of love 💐 truly beautiful, just like you both 🤍

→ yourusername thank you for raising the sweetest fam ❤️

→ charlotte2304 love you, maman 🥹

charlotte2304 still not over this day. not even a little bit. thank you for making everything feel like me. you are the best human I know, Y/nn.

→ yourusername You deserve the best, Lolo 🥺🤍

charles_leclerc Leclerc's best girls ❤️

→ yourusername baby ❤️

julia.tolotta she’s glowinggggg 🕊️💍

username2 The most prettiest bride to be 🤍

username3 The perfect weekend 😍🙌

arthur_leclerc belles-sœurs 🥺🤍

→ yourusername arty 🫶🏽

jasminsprengel 💕💕💕💕💕💕

HOTEL HERMITAGE, MONTE-CARLO

Y/N and the other bridesmaids arrived with Charlotte and took their places next to the groomsmen.

Charles offered Y/N his arm, already waiting just behind the florals framing the start of the aisle. He looked unfairly good in the fitted tux and a soft pink tie that matched her dress exactly. She hadn’t known he’d pick it. But of course he had.

“Ready?” he asked softly, eyes flicking down to hers.

The wedding planner motioned them forward, but for one second, it felt like the world held still.

He held out his arm again, a little more formally this time, and she tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow.

And then they walked down the white petal-strewn aisle, through golden sunlight and hushed gasps, through camera shutters and the scent of blooming jasmine.

Her dress shimmered with every step. His presence was steady beside her, the warmth of his skin brushing hers at the elbow, grounding her.

When they reached the end of the aisle and split to their respective places beside the altar, Charles lingered a second longer than necessary, as if reluctant to let her go.

Charlotte stepped into view at the top of the aisle, everything else blurred. Y/N’s breath caught.

She tried to hold it together. She really did. But as Charlotte’s eyes met hers something inside Y/N cracked wide open.

Tears slipped down her cheeks silently. From the overwhelming wave of love and pride and that strange kind of ache that only comes when you realise someone you adore is stepping into the most beautiful phase of their life.

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yourusername The most magical ‘I do’ I’ve ever witnessed 🕊️💍

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charlotte2304 My maid of honor, my soulmate in glitter and crisis.

→ yourusername Amour 🤍

charles_leclerc We walked the aisle too, no? 😉

→ yourusername Shush 🤭

lorenzotl You’re family, always. Thank you for everything, truly. Couldn’t imagine the day without you.

→ yourusername Beau-frère 🤍

yoursisterusername So wholesome 🥺

username2 Still recovering from the speech. Truly beautiful ❤️

→ yourusername Thank you ☺️

jasminsprengel YOU WERE STUNNING!

username3 MoH of the century award goes to you.

arthur_leclerc Speech game: strong. Cry game: stronger.

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username4 Now we need yours and Charles' wedding ❤️

username5 Oh my god these pictures are sooo pretty🥺

TWO YEARS LATER

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yourusername La Familia ❤️

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charles_leclerc Mon Cherie❤️

→ yourusername mon amour ❤️

charlotte2304 Best Auntie

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arthur_leclerc pic credit???

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username2 That golden hour glow is criminal

pascale_leclerc My sweet girl 🌸

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yoursisterusername Baby content, dog content, couple content… overachiever.

→ yourusername Go study for our finals 🙂

username3 Gorgeous ✨️

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Pick a Card: What Does Your Future Self Want to Tell You?

Time isn’t as linear as it seems—and sometimes, the version of you who has already made it through the storm has something to say. In this reading, we’ll tune into the voice of your future self to receive guidance, reassurance, or maybe just a gentle nudge in the right direction. Take a deep breath, center yourself, and choose the pile that calls to your intuition. The message waiting for you might be just what you need right now.

pile 1, pile 2, pile 3

Pile 1

The Emperor, Nine of Wands, The Tower, Ace of Cups

I know you’ve been longing for a new beginning—something truly enriching, something beyond the chaos you're currently in. But there’s a structure in your mind that you must break. This feels like something bigger than you, something involving many people—a familiar pattern related to masculine figures in your family. It was there even before you were born; your mother already carried this wound.

Whatever your gender, the Masculine within you is being broken down. If this has been a recurring theme in your life, take this as confirmation from your future self that you’re breaking free from it.

Still, it won’t be easy. I can imagine how exhausted those drawn to this pile might feel, but there's an important message here: be loving with yourself along the way. I don’t think it will be harder than when your journey first began—probably not—but there are still layers that need your attention.

Know that your future self and your guides are here to support you. There’s a version of you that is already free—free from the inner father who constantly criticizes you, or from the lingering feeling that there's nothing left for you. Connect with that version of yourself.

Pile 2

Six of Pentacles, The Hanged Man, Eight of Swords, Page of Pentacles

Oof. You might be in a very uncomfortable situation right now—feeling trapped, yet at the same time trying to understand what exactly brought you here. I don’t sense desperation; it feels like you’ve already reached a state of mind where you’re seeking clarity more than anything else. You’re being smart, trying to analyze what’s best to do right now, even though your options may seem limited.

There’s also a subtle ache in the heart center—some anxiety around a particular issue, perhaps?

Well, your future self is here to tell you that help is on the way. This might be related to finances. Maybe you're looking for a job? lol. I hope you get it—and you definitely will. So try not to worry too much. Instead, stay grounded in your desires and focus on doing what’s best for you.

What’s coming through strongly here is a message that now is a time to “wait and see.” This moment is actually perfect for practicing trust—learning not to worry about everything all the time.

Pile 3

Wheel of Fortune, Nine of Swords, Ten of Wands, Seven of Pentacles

You need to rest—seriously. This message is quite similar to Pile 2 (so if you felt drawn to that one as well, feel free to check it out). There’s a sense of dissatisfaction you’re struggling to handle—maybe even a kind of emptiness. Nothing seems to be happening right now, and in that stillness, you’ve been showering yourself with judgment and self-criticism, when you could simply... wait and see what unfolds from what you’ve already planted.

If there’s still something left for you to do, then do it—but don’t let that turn into a lack of faith in the efforts you’ve already made.

Your future self wants you to know that things will change for you—soon. Remember: everything changes. Whatever you're working on, there's success here—but you’ve got to shut down that damn voice in your mind that wants to tear you down. Resting is important right now to help bring your mind back to the right place. Even your inner world is a space that deserves love and peace.

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Two of Hearts

Summary: You become Yumeko’s house pet. She orders you around, but also loves to tease you. At first, you dislike her, but over time, you realize how much you love to be ordered around… Especially by someone like her. 

Warning(s): Smut, Oral, Obedience, Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.4K 

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Sounds of footsteps quickly surround you, but you pay no attention to them. You drill your focus into your opponent, Yumeko, who stares back with a small smile on her red lips. She never seems nervous, which makes you gulp. Her eyes don’t leave yours. She doesn't even bother to flick her eyes down to look at her cards in her hand. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, hesitating about the next move. You tilt your chin down and observe the cards in your hand. Taking a short breath, you place two cards down- two pairs of kings. That is the only move you could make. You slowly look up. Yumeko nibbles her bottom lip to stop herself from giggling. There's a shimmering shine in her eyes. She chuckles as she places a pair of aces onto the table. You feel the blood drain from your face. 

“H-how did you…” You stutter in disbelief. Your head jerks to the side to watch the ranking TV. Your number drops 50 levels, leaving you to be her house pet with -10,000k debt. You start to regret betting such a high risk… but Yumeko kept tempting you to do more. 

Yumeko’s eyes darken slightly while she watches you panic. Yumeko loves to analyze people. She enjoys observing the subtle movements in a person's body language. Especially someone like you. Your eyebrows furrow in frustration. How are you going to get out of this debt? You’ve never lost so much before. Tears start to swell up in your eyes. The house pet necklace feels heavy in your hands. She almost felt pity for you. 

She gets up from her seat, lifting her hands to stretch. 

“That was fun,” She chirps before walking away. You jump out of your seat in worry. 

“W-wait!” You gasp. Yumeko stops in her tracks and turns around with a confused expression. You drop down to your knees, a poor attempt to beg to play another round. All your pride is out the window. Her face slowly switches to a smile again. She stands with her hands behind her back. Her chest peeks out slightly underneath her slightly unbuttoned white top. Her long black hair falls past her shoulders. Her eyes have the glittering shine to them again. You immediately jerk your head down. 

“Please, just one more round,” You beg. She tilts her head innocently. Her lips pucker slightly as she thinks. After a few seconds, you see her black shoes come closer to your knees. She bends over, her skirt hiking up. From the closeness, you could smell the sweet perfume she had on. She reaches and grabs the house pet necklace from your hands. You turn your head up to watch her in confusion. She pulls the strings of the necklace and then places them over your head, causing your breathing to hick. The house pet tag hits your chest, and it feels like a punch. She straightens her back to get a view of you. Your cheeks are red from embarrassment. She hums in delight and slowly shakes her head. 

“Not yet… I need you like this,” She softly explains. She twirls around with the tip of her foot and struts away. You watch her speechlessly. Her hips swing side to side. 

-

The next few weeks were filled with Yumeko ordering you around to do pointless things. Things such as making you:

Attend and watch every single gambling session she plays

Sit or stand close to her whenever possible

Apply her red lipstick while she stares at you

Decide on tough gambling choices for her (which makes you panic)

She praises you each time you do as she says. You try your best to ignore the way her voice causes your heart to race. You complain nonstop, begging her to let you play another round so that you could be free from her. The only time you’re away from her is when you’re going to the bathroom or bed. You’re starting to forget what it was like to live without Yumeko telling you what you can or can’t do. 

What makes you the most upset is that you weren’t the only house pet Yumeko had. She had another one, but she seems like she couldn't care less about him. She would talk to him and giggle sweetly while you stood awkwardly to the side. You never heard her order him to do anything. Why were you treated so differently? You grumble under your breath as the necklace starts to feel heavier as each day goes by. You can’t ignore the necklace by how many times Yumeko tugs the tag, pulling your face closer to hers. A provoking reminder that you were hers. 

Currently, you’re towering over her as she sits on a wooden chair in her dorm room. One of your knees slots between her thighs. She told you to be in this position so that you’d be less shaky while you apply lipstick to her plump lips. It didn’t make much of a difference; in fact, it seems like it made you even more nervous. Her body and face are so close that it makes you forget how to breathe. She sneaks her hand to hold onto your lower bicep as a kind gesture to keep you still. You nervously gulp. 

You hyper-focused on her lips to ignore the blush forming on your cheeks. You watch her lips curl into a smirk. Her tiny dimples are more visible than usual. She chuckles, causing your eyes to flicker up and make eye contact with her. She smiles sweetly, chest moving up and down slowly. She inches her face closer to yours in a teasing way. Her eyes move from your lips and back up to your eyes. Your breathing hicks. The lipstick is forgotten in your hands as you get lost in her eyes. Fuck. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” You grunt as you push yourself off the chair. You feel as though Yumeko is playing with your emotions like a chess piece. It hurts more than just being a house pet. You push the lipstick brush back into its bottle. 

“What do you mean?” Yumeko asks, not moving from her seat. She watches you pace back and forth. You slide your fingers into your hair in frustration. 

“I don’t want to be your house pet anymore,” You fume. She leans back into the chair with an unreadable expression. You stop prancing and stand still with your arms crossed. A fruitless attempt to create an invisible barrier

“...Is that what you really want?” Her soft voice clashes against the silence. You jerk your head up to look at her. She waits for your answer with a soft look in her eyes. There was no hidden meaning behind her statement. She wanted to know if you truly disliked… being with her. She had already known that keeping you as a house pet was just an excuse to keep you close. She had hoped you felt the same. It was a risk she was willing to take. 

“...Yes,” You respond after a short pause. Her eyes flicker towards the ground. Her lips turn into a small pout, but it only lasts a couple of seconds before she starts smiling again. She pushes herself off the chair and stands up straight. She brings her hand out towards you, offering a handshake. 

“If that is what you want… then let us play a game,” She suggests. You awkwardly stare at her hand. You were unsure if she was telling the truth or not. Here she is offering you a chance at freedom… so you took it.

“I accept your challenge,” You respond, shaking her hand. Her skin underneath your fingers feels soft. She chuckles brightly and grips your hand towards herself. This causes you to take a few steps toward her. She lowers her face slightly, glaring into your eyes. Her pupils are dilated, almost black. 

“But I decide the game,” She whispers. 

Stripper poker was the game she decided on— losers have to take off a piece of clothing. Each pair of clothing costs 2,000$. If Yumeko takes off five items… You simply win and finish paying off your 10,000$ debt. 

You sit awkwardly in front of her in your white button-up shirt and a skirt. Your jacket, tie, shoes, and socks lay messily to the side. You had a few more undergarments left, and it's making you nervous. 

Yumeko sits on the other side of the table with her tie still perfectly tucked around her neck. The only clothes she had discarded were her shoes and socks. She chuckles loudly as she squeezes her thighs together. She was having so much fun. She places her cards down in excitement and watches you slightly widen your eyes. You quickly place your cards down, successfully winning against her. She hums in delight and starts tugging at her black tie. She mindlessly tosses it. Your eyes lock on the soft, smooth skin underneath her shirt. She always leaves the top of her shirt unbuttoned. 

Another two rounds go by, and she loses each time. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Was it all luck that you’re winning… or is she losing on purpose? Before your mind could come up with conclusions, she runs her fingers underneath her skirt. Her eyes never leave yours. You gulp nervously as you watch her slowly lower her red lace panties down her legs. She chuckles darkly, biting her bottom lip. Instead of tossing it aside, she places it on top of the table. She leans deep into her seat, crossing her legs in a teasing way. You force yourself to look away from her and back to your cards. You could feel yourself heating up. 

“Another round?” She chirps. You shake your head and place the cards down. She frowns immediately, leaning forward as she grips onto the table. 

“What? Why? We were having so much fun!” She heavily breathes. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. 

“You lost five pieces of clothing. I paid off my debt. I’m no longer your house pet,” You explain, getting up from the table. She starts stuttering, trying to find a way to make you continue playing. You tug the house pet necklace off your neck and drop it onto the table. She watches in defeat. Before you could take a step towards the door, she rushed over to you. She presses her chest against your arm. Desperation was written on her face. 

“Don’t you feel the rush? Let’s continue playing,” She purrs, slightly grinding herself against you. Her hands wrap around yours, bringing your hands to her soft, bare thighs. Your muscles tense, and you feel an ache in your lower stomach. Her cheeks are pink, eyes dilating with lust. Her breathing tickles your neck. It took everything in you to remove yourself from her. You’re no longer her pet. You won't let her play with your feelings. She stands still in defeat, her gambling high starting to lower. She didn’t want to force you into something you didn’t want. You rush out of her room. 

-

You walk down the halls, fidgeting with the buttons of your shirt. For some reason, you felt empty without the obnoxious necklace. It’s like you lost a title that you’ve unfortunately grown used to. You didn’t want to admit it, but you felt lost without Yumeko telling you what to do. You felt embarrassed, hesitating about your next move. 

For the first few weeks, Yumeko still smiles brightly whenever you make eye contact with her. But you give her a simple blank stare before looking away. Yumeko’s smile would drop, and she forced herself to think everything was okay. As time went on, Yumeko didn’t feel like she had to try anymore. What was the point when you weren’t going to give the same energy back? Truthfully, you didn’t realize how lucky you were before it was gone. 

So here you are, nervously glancing around the hall to find Yumeko. She stands by the hallway walls with her hands behind her back. She turns her head and makes eye contact with you. You expect a small smile, but instead, she spares you one single stare before continuing her conversation. Your heart clenches in hurt. You didn’t enjoy it. You stop in your tracks and furrow your eyebrows. Is this what it feels like to be nothing to Yumeko? 

You didn’t like living in a world where Yumeko isn’t in it… and you realized it a little late. You missed her teasing. You missed how she always kept you close. She made you feel wanted. 

-

You lift your hands and softly knock against Yumeko’s dorm door. You sort of hoped the knock was too soft for her to hear so that you could change your mind and walk away. But that wasn’t the case. The door swings open, revealing Yumeko. She widens her eyes when she realizes it’s you. 

“Hi…” You awkwardly greet. She doesn’t say anything. She narrows her eyes at you with a small smile. She didn’t understand why you’re here. She thought you were annoyed at her. You rub the back of your neck with your hands. You take a step back. 

“I’m sorry I don’t-“

“Come in,” She gently offers. She wraps her fingers around your wrist and tugs you into her room. Her scent, which you missed, engulfs you. She shuts the door and turns her body around. You begin nicking your skin with your fingernails. 

“I’ve been thinking… and I don’t quite understand why.. but…” 

“Tell me what you want,” She cuts in. Your face begins to visibly express desperation. 

“Please take me back,” You ramble, “Please take me. I- I feel so lost without you.” 

Speaking the truth lifted a weight off your shoulders. You blush in embarrassment. The room is quiet as Yumeko stares at you. Anxious thoughts begin swirling in your head. You start to regret coming here. Especially when you see Yumeko bring her hands up to cover her lips. A chuckle escapes from behind her hands. 

“You’re cute,” She reveals. You stand still, not knowing what to do next. She nibbles her bottom lip and takes a confident step towards you. She brings her hands up to touch the tip of your hair. She laces them between her fingers. 

“Tell me you want me,” She breathes. The room begins to feel hot as she waits for you to find the courage to speak up again. You gulp and clench your fist 

“I want you,” You confess. She takes a deep inhale and shuts her eyes. Her lips curl into a big smile as she opens her eyes again. Her heart races in excitement. 

“I'm going to kiss you, okay? Let me know when you want to stop,” She whispers cautiously, tilting her head to look at your expression. You nervously jerk your head up and down, signalling yes. She softly chuckles as she brings her hands up to cup your cheeks. Your eyes immediately shut, and you wait. Your breathing stops when you feel her soft, plump lips move against yours. She kisses you slowly and passionately. She wanted to take her time, she didn’t want this moment to pass. 

Your hands move down to hold onto her waist, pulling her body closer to yours. She hums in delight and wraps her hands around your shoulders. Her thumb slowly rubs circles against your neck. A small distraction before she brushes her tongue against your bottom lip. Your eyes pop open in surprise. You take a step back, bringing your hands up to your lip. Your chest moves in and down fast. Your body feels like it's on fire. She stands still and waits for your next move. She doesn’t pressure you into anything. Her lipstick is smudged, yet she still looks so good. 

You crash your lips onto her, and she muffles in shock. Your hands move around her waist and down to her thighs like that one time she showed you. She lets out a soft moan between the kisses, adding more fuel to your hunger. She starts pulling you towards her bed. The edge of the bed hits the back of her legs, causing her to fall onto the bed. You follow along, trapping her body between your arms. Her thighs rub against your core. She slides her tongue against yours, making you buckle your hips into her. She softly hums and slowly pulls away from the kiss.

“Tell me what to do,” You whisper, your eyes dripping in lust. Her chest moves up and down fast as she giggles. Her cheeks are bright pink, and her hair is messy. She spreads her legs wider, exposing the red lace panties she has underneath her skirt. 

“Kneel,” She breathes. You immediately fall onto your knees, getting a full view of her core. The scent of her arousal makes you clench your thighs together. Her long fingers loop around her panties, and she tugs them off. She scrunches her skirt up. She bites her bottom lip in excitement. 

“Make me come,” She orders. You stick out your tongue and slowly move your mouth towards her core. You give her a small, cautious lick. She places her elbow beside her body to carefully watch you. You continue licking her hole to collect more of her sweet nectar. It coats your tongue deliciously, making you hum. She places one hand on top of your head, pushing you closer. Your tongue starts to flick against her small nub, causing her to grunt in pleasure. 

“I like that,” She moans. Her moans are high-pitched and cute. You wrap your lips around her nub to suck. She arches her back and grinds her pussy deeper into your mouth. You pull away and look up at her. Her silky juice coats all over your lips and tongue. She blushes at how good her wetness looks on you. Her fingers begin to brush your hair sweetly. 

“Am I doing well?” You ask, breathing heavily. She nods her head and smiles. 

“Yes,” She responds before tapping your head to go back to pleasing her. You stretch your tongue long to go deep into her pussy. Her walls slightly clench around your pink muscle. She cries out a moan and bucks her hips. The grip on your head starts to tighten. You drag your tongue to swirl quick circles around her numb. She tilts her head back, and a curse word escapes her mouth. Her thighs begin to twitch. All her composure seems to be breaking down. You place your hands against her shaking thighs, pushing them to keep them from closing. She lets out a sharp whine. You suck and flick your tongue harshly agaisnt her nub. Her stomach tenses as she feels herself coming close. 

“I-I’m close,” She chokes out. 

You look up from between her legs. Her cheeks are bright red, and her lips are swollen from how hard she's biting her lips to keep herself from screaming. Her free hands move up to grip her chest. Her hard nipple peeks up from behind the white button-up. You flick your tongue harder and faster, causing her breathing to stop. Her eyes roll back as you feel her wetness drip down your chin. Her body twitches and high-pitched moans slip out of her mouth. You slow down your pace, allowing her to ride out the orgasm. You pull away, licking your lips. She lies lifelessly on her bed, trying to catch her breath. You move up to her body, rubbing your skirt against her sensitive core. She cries out and attempts to close her legs, but your thighs limit her. You kiss her neck, biting slightly against the skin. Your hips grinds into her, signaling how needy you were. She chuckles and turns her head to kiss you. She tastes herself on your mouth. 

“Please,” You beg, slightly pulling away from the kiss. She ignores you and continues to kiss you slowly. 

“Please fuck me,” You cry out rubbing your cothed core into her. Her eyes darken, and she bites your lower lip. 

“If that's what you want,” She purrs, sliding her hands down into your skirt. She feels your wet, damp underwear beneath her fingertips. She giggles and playfully pinches your clit. You whine and jerk your core away 

“Try not to come until I tell you.” 

[peachhcs]

will making sure samy feels comfortable and confident in her own skin and maybe things get a little heated 🫣

confidence in comfortability

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy's feeling down during a hard day, so will makes sure she knows how beautiful she is and how much he loves her

words: 2.8k

warnings: smut little plot, oral f!receiving, fingering, dirty talk, hickeys, i think that's it? this doesn't have much plot i kind of just get right into it

anotherrr old ask so sorry but i haven't written something like this in awhile so i thought i'd entertain the people :) i've also lwk never written this kind of smut before ? so hopefully y'all enjoy! this is mostly just will making lewd dirty talk and enjoying his gf

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it was slow but easy going when samy and will came home from stockholm. the lake house was quiet for once while jack and quinn made minor repairs and upgrades to things that were running a bit slower this time around. the tranquility wouldn't last for long though because next week was when all of the hockey boys would pour in and it'd be like that for the rest of the summer, so the couple enjoyed the quiet as much as they could—and the lack of someone appearing in every corner they walked.

for the most part, samy had been on the up. she was eating more regularly and trying not to make it some chore for herself. there were still bad days, but not as bad as those really bad days in the beginning. having will around was really helping and her brothers definitely appreciated it. will would eat with samy for every meal talking about something that he knew would make her laugh so her mind wasn't just on finishing her food. it was working and things were looking up.

however, the hughes sister found herself in a bad day today. she struggled finishing her breakfast. her and will were at the table for almost two hours and like every overthinking thought in her brain, samy convinced herself will was annoyed at her for taking so long. after that, she hid herself in her bedroom, mostly staring at herself in front of the mirror and picking apart every single flaw her eyes fixated on throughout her body. she knew she shouldn't be doing it, but samy couldn't peel her gaze away even if she wanted to. every single scar, bruise, extra flab of skin caught her attention and became a negative thought in her brain.

how could will even like her?

she wasn't good enough.

she wasn't thin enough.

she took so long to eat today. he probably hated her. he was tired of her.

he wanted to break up with her again.

the door opened and samy's thoughts broke. she quickly shoved her shirt down when will's head popped in. he met her gaze, eyebrow raised, "i was looking for you."

"oh. i've been in here," samy walked away from the mirror to act like she wasn't just analyzing herself for the past hour. will knew her enough though that he knew she was looking at herself. he walked further into the room, closing the door behind him.

"are you okay?" he seemed concerned when he saw his girlfriend's expression.

"yeah, i'm fine," samy pressed a tight lip smile to her lips to hopefully convince him. they both knew she was not convincing though.

will sat down beside her. his eyes never left hers even though she wouldn't look at him, but she was looking at him from the corner of her eyes. he stared at her with worry and samy hated seeing him look so worried for her. she didn't want to worry will because she was doing better, it was just harder some days  than others. "talk to me?" will's voice was soft. he lifted his hand to caress her cheek and samy instinctively leaned into his touch. it relaxed her and will smiled.

words still didn't come easy to the girl, especially talking to will about this stuff. "i'm sorry i took forever to eat this morning," samy managed to get out, still not meeting his gaze.

will's eyebrows furrowed, "why are you apologizing for that?"

"you're probably annoyed i took so long," samy said again, but the boy wasn't following. he wasn't mad. did she think he was?

"i wasn't. i never was. you just needed more time and that's okay. i wasn't annoyed. did you..did you think i was?" the blonde frowned when samy nodded against his palm.

"baby, i wasn't annoyed. i wasn't even mad. i didn't mind sitting with you," will quickly shook his head to assure samy he wasn't ever mad. she finally found his gaze and the genuine worry in them convinced her that it really was just her overthinking anxieties taking over again.

"i'm sorry. i've been getting in my head a lot more recently," the hughes sister lifted her head from his touch and spaced out to a spot on the ground. will hated seeing her like this.

"don't apologize. i get it. it's hard. i was never mad though and i never would be. i'll sit with you for as long as you need," the boy reassured.

samy cursed, not at him but herself for always overthinking every little thing. her head dropped into her hands and she curled into a little ball on the bed. will frowned again, carefully reaching out to rub her side. "i hate being like this. i hate feeling this way."

"i know you do, baby. it's not easy, but you're so strong for getting through this. i love you so much, you know that right?"

samy tore her hands away from her face to look at her boyfriend again. he was looking down at her with a soft smile, his blonde curls going everywhere on his head probably from when he woke up a few hours ago and hadn't brushed his hair out yet. everything about him was so sweet.

"i love you too. thank you for being patient with me," she managed a smile.

"of course. i want you to feel good and nothing you do could ever annoy me," the hockey player stretched himself out so he was laying on top of samy. his body crushed her, but in a good way. it felt like a weight blanket as he rested his chin on her chest and she could reach out to run her fingers through his hair.

"so charming, aren't you?" the girl giggled.

"one could say that. i always try to impress you," his words earned a red blush on her cheeks. will's own blush spread across his cheeks as he laid his head down using samy's boobs as a pillow.

the silence was comforting. will's weight on samy's body relaxed her and eased the thoughts in her brain. she felt a lot better than before knowing will wasn't annoyed and it was just her anxiety trying to tell her otherwise. she missed these kinds of moments a lot this year when they were apart. there were so many times samy wished will was an arm's length away and she could just call him up to come lay in her bed with her. the facetimes weren't nearly enough to fill the hole in her heart whenever they were across the country from each other.

the same could be said for will. he missed getting to hold his girl in his arms or come home to her after losing a game or a bad practice. the time different didn't help either because it was either really late her time when he tried calling or he wasn't even awake yet when she had already started her day. it was definitely the hardest year of long distance.

"have i ever told you how beautiful you are?" will mumbled. samy's ears perked up, her skin burning red again.

"you have," she flushed.

"well, i'm telling you again. you're absolutely beautiful," the sharks player looked up to find her eyes. she's heard it so many times from him before, but hearing it now definitely helped.

to her surprise, will's lips pressed a soft kiss to the open skin on her chest. samy's blush heated up as he started leaving multiple kisses and she squirmed a bit underneath him. her breathing quickened and her fingers gripped some of his hair on the back of his neck.

"w-will, what are you doing?" she laughed nervously as he moved closer to her boobs.

"loving you," the boy said simply.

samy was at a loss for words, but she had no intention of making him stop. a breathy moan escaped her lips when will tugged her tank top down to expose the mound of her breast hidden partially by her bra. he sucked, nipped, and kissed all the right places there was no doubt he'd leave a mark when he was done. the soccer player's back arched, her entire body pressing into will's and closing the minimal distance still left between them. she felt his somewhat hardened dick against her lower stomach and another breathy moan escaped her when will moved her bra completely and sucked her own hardened nipple.

"shit, will. oh god," samy pulled harder on his roots. a muffled groan escaped his lips at the feeling, but it didn't stop him from completely devouring her.

in the next few seconds, samy rid herself of her tank top and bra. they fell somewhere on the ground and she urged for the boy to take his own shirt off. he got it in one go, flinging it across her room too before going back down to the beautiful canvas beneath him. it'd been awhile since samy felt like this, her panties were definitely soaked through already the harder will kissed down her chest.

he left wet kisses everywhere as he moved down her stomach and samy was a moaning mess by this point. her back arched off the bed, her fingers pulling and tugging hardly at her boyfriend's curls, his head would definitely hurt after this. will stopped at the waistband of her sweatpants, moving them just enough to reach her bikini line.

"will, please. stop teasing," the brunette whined. her little sounds were music to the boy's ears going straight to his now completely hardened cock. this wasn't about him though. this was about samy and he wanted to make her feel as good as possible.

he wanted to prove to her how beautiful she was to him.

he sucked hickeys into her skin knowing only he would know they were there. the thought made him twitch and for a bit of friction to relieve the pressure, will shifted his hips into the mattress. he moaned against her hip.

"you're so beautiful, baby," will looked up at her and what a sight it was. her chest was falling up and down in a steady, but fast rhythm. her lips were parted and her thighs trembled for some sort of relief.

"please, will. please. i want you," samy got out.

the blonde smirked and decided to stop teasing for now. he helped her shimmy out of her sweats and underwear. they all fell to the floor and now her wet folds were on full display for him. will's mouth watered, his dick twitching again in the confines of his boxers at the sight.

"fuck, baby," he muttered.

"please, please, please," she was a mess. will snapped from his gaze and carefully drew his finger through her folds, his finger immediately dampening.

he leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. samy grinded against his fingers, her moans escaping into will's mouth which only made him kiss her harder.

"god, you're so wet. this all for me?" will didn't normally dirty talk her, but he couldn't help himself. his fingers slid along her pussy so easily and it was driving him insane.

"fuck, yeah. all for you, baby," samy managed.

he decided to stop teasing and slowly pushed two fingers inside. a gasp left his girl's lips that morphed into a breathy moan, "oh shit. shit, will."

"i fucking love your pussy," will kissed her again. his lips were harsh against hers, biting her bottom lip enough to leave a bruise.

he found a steady pace with his fingers, loving the way she withered beneath him and begged for more. his lips found her nipples again, hoping to get her to her climax. samy's fingers tugged hard in his curls, but the pleasure outweighed the pain. he liked the feeling against his scalp and when she pulled extra hard, will felt himself throb. he resorted to rubbing his hips against her thigh to relieve some of the ache down there, but his main focus was still samy's pleasure. he could tell she was close based on the way her body curled into him and her moans became quicker and sharper. he knew her body like the back of his hand at this point, so he pumped his fingers a bit faster, grinning in satisfaction at her pleasure.

"fuck baby, almost there. yeah, please don't stop. fuck," samy shut her eyes tight. she felt herself ready to let go, the feeling of will's fingers inside of her sending her brain into overdrive.

he bent them a specific angle and that was enough to send the girl over the edge. she thrusted her hips and arched her body into his, moaning out his name as she came undone onto his fingers. will's scalp burned from the harsh pull, but he was smiling seeing his girlfriend come undone for him. her lewd moans were just enough for him to come undone himself in his boxers, his own juices coating the cotton material around his throbbing cock.

"shit, shit," samy came down from her high as will pumped a few more times before removing his fingers. they were wet and sticky with her juices and without thinking, her licked them clean.

the brunette stared at him in awe and relief, swiftly bringing his lips down to hers for a kiss. she could taste herself on him. "you're incredible," will grinned.

"didn't know you had that up your sleeve," samy smirked and the boy just shrugged. he sat up more, admiring how her pussy clenched around nothing, still recovering from the stimulation.

he couldn't help himself as he leaned down and swiped a single lick over her still wet folds. samy jumped the overstimulation, "fuck, will."

"you taste so good," the boy mumbled. his adrenaline was still pumping and it must've been the stamina from being an athlete because will still had more in him. he hooked his arms round samy's thighs to bring her closer and just started going to town on her.

the soccer player squirmed above him, the overstimulation hitting, but the feeling of his mouth on her felt too good to push him away. instead, she let him kiss, suck, and lick her pussy to his heart's desire. it was such a good thing no one was really in the house or else they'd never hear the end of it for the rest of the summer.

"god, fuck, will. you're so good at this," samy mumbled, her fingers findings his hair again. she started tugging based on how good it felt, so will used her guidance to make her feel good.

if he could, he'd do this all the time. her moans were going straight to his dick again and he didn't even know if he softened after the first time because he throbbed like crazy. still, samy's pleasure was his top priority. he pressed his hips into the bed and just hoped that would be enough to settle his own desires.

"fuck i'm close again," the girl moaned. her second climax came a lot faster this time after being worked up from getting fingered. will wasn't complaining though. he worked his mouth harder against her cunt to bring her to her second orgasm.

samy pushed her head into the pillow, will's name leaving her lips like a mantra as she crashed down on her second high. her whole body stuttered and shook all while the hockey player smiled in satisfaction. he prided himself knowing no one else could make her feel like this.

"fuck, fuck baby. shit," samy was completely fucked out, but relaxed as she briefly closed her eyes. will climbed back up the bed, groaning briefly when his cock brushed against her thigh.

she pulled him down to her lips again, a smile on her features. "i love you."

"i love you more. do you believe me when i tell you how beautiful you are now?" he cheesed and samy playfully rolled her eyes.

"you're so corny," she felt his boner against her leg and a small smirk replaced her loving smile. she watched him hiss when she moved her thigh enough to rub against him.

"fuck," the boy cursed.

"i think it's my turn to return the favor."

they spent the rest of the morning in samy's bedroom taking care of one another. when luke went looking for samy needing her for something he was stopped in his tracks by jack. the middle hughes looked confused.

"what?"

"you don't wanna go up there," jack said simply.

"why?" luke crinkled his nose in confusion.

"just trust me, dude," the older brother said and luke still didn't get it until they heard faint moans coming from upstairs. the boy's face paled as he understood.

"i'll be outside then," he spun on his heel to get outside as fast as possible.

"i think i'll join you," jack rushed after him to leave the house for the two.

[faineantgrl]

roaring knight character analysis

note: i will try to use they due to the fact we do not know the character yet, but i will be using "she" to break up any repetitiveness. at the end i will be talking about why this all points away from carol but i will not implicate anyone else.

video sources: x x x

we're going to skip over chapter 1 and 2 mentions & before tenna's destruction because ngl I don't think they're very important to this specific analysis i'm doing. that would moreso be plot/intentions and i want to analyze the knight themself.

Pre-CHP3 battle

so already just the way that tenna is sliced is interesting.

as others have pointed out, this is nigh impossible of a pose. so either the roaring knight somehow perfectly hit tenna whilst facing the other way, or hit tenna, then turned around to strike a foreboding pose. either way, we have already been given a flare for the dramatic.

they then hit this pose. now i've heard it's crying but when they're turning into this pose they're seen smiling for a few frames.

so, if they are doing some sort of crying thing, it's definitely on purpose to creep out the lightners more.

im not gonna flood this with screenshots but susie interrupts them trying to take toriel. they back off, but as seen in later chapters, and even later on in the boss fight, they didn't really have a reason to. they could have just blasted susie or something.

then they do Whatever This Is. if we didnt already establish the above you'd think this means they're Pissed, but the lightners aren't really a threat. they never do this again so it seems... it's just to freak out the lightners again.

Non-attack options

any action that is done to try and talk to the roaring knight does, essentially, Jack Shit. the roaring knight does not respond. i do not think this means the knight doesn't care to, as shown above they LOVE being a Freak, but rather that they... kinda can't! this should be kept in mind as we continue.

the everything else in battle

during the attack where the knight splits the Battle Box™️ they continue to strike poses

and then theres this attack

which i can only describe as Entirely Unnecessary. theres leftover code for more combination attacks like these which i can only imagine were left out because they were a little too batshit crazy to survive.

they also overkill the characters, up to -999 hp. you simply just don't gotta do that, mx knight.

and then...

they do. That.

"KB, didn't you just say they don't do the weird body contortion thing again-" yeah! they didn't! if you look closely That Is An Entirely Different Form Than Before (mostly in the "ribs")

and that final dramatic flair! they're not just putting on their best performance for the lightners, but you too!

and then they go "ougofhf... im so Weak,,,,,, you should HIT ME. it would be REALLY BAD if you HIT ME"

"oh no im dyingggg oh gosh-"

"-SIKE."

susie here makes a mistake of falling AGAIN for it

and then gets hit SO HARD that there isn't even an animation

then they get ralsei

and then we get darkness before seeing them "knighting" kris

this change in the pattern intentionally tricks the player into thinking "oh well they're not going to kill kris, maybe they're working togeth-"

SIKE AGAIN

i cannot express to you how funny it is in retrospect how many times the roaring knight tricks the player in one cutscene. like, they know exactly how the player is seeing everything and is using that to not only be super dramatic but to trick them several times IN A ROWWW thats CRAZY

once again we have another moment of the knight letting susie interrupt for unknown reasons. not only is my girl not a threat to the knight normally but she is DOOOWN. either the knight is trying to once again trick the viewer or she has a soft spot for susie. i mean who can blame her everyone does

and now here's her perfectly dodging attacks to show how much of a farce that battle was

and then the roaring knight turns into a bird. i dont know what thats about im not going to lie.

CHP3 conclusion

in conclusion of chapter 3: the knight is a dramatic af trickster who loves a good pose. not only are they putting on a show for the lightners, they're also putting on a show for the player. i almost wonder if they were spending all of chapter 3 getting antsy like "i gotta. i gotta get my freak on. whats taking so long i need to get silly with it"

CHP4 first cutscene

they are, quite literally, waiting for the player. theyve just been standing her this whole time, presumably.

their mouth turns into an eye because of course it does

and then they do THIS. which is entirely unnecessary. as i've said many times.

also note the change in color: before their overlay light thing was pink, but now its red. either they decided pink wasn't threatening enough, or thought pink overlay on blue wasn't gonna fly, and either of these show just how much WORK they put into the act.

and they also just attack susie here for fun i guess since she doesn't actually get downed

and once again they're on that PLAYER TRICKING GRIND

one sword at a time, even if fast, is possible to deal with

nevermind.

the knight also tricks the lightners and player AGAIN because they actually made TWO DARK WORLDS in the church and put a LOCK on the DOOR. IDIOT.

this is also an important moment for the knight's character. it seems they were entirely not planning to make the titan until susie says this. this is SO EXTREMELY PETTY. it's SASSY. it's FABULOUS.

they literally smirk and wait for ralsei to BEG like a cat about to push an item off a counter, waiting for their owner to get upset about the incoming doom before actually doing it.

ive also heard that the titan battle is harder if you end up defeating the roaring knight in chapter 3. the pettiness. the trickery. i literally have no choice but to stan etc etc

IN CONCLUSION

this roaring knight is a DIVA. she is WORKING IT. they are SASSY, DRAMATIC, A TRICKSTER, AND PETTY. they are PERFECT.

...that's also why it can't be carol. carol is the literal antithesis to whatever THIS is. she is no fun allowed. and there is only fun in the roaring knight's ball-court. carol is the harshness of a deadly winter storm, the roaring knight is the snow day spent throwing snowballs at your friends.

minnesota girl i'm incomprehensible daisy dukes winter coat on top ice-kissed skin so cold i'll freeze your popsickle oh woaoaooa oh woahahahah

[makeyoumine69]

heya! just wanted to say i really love your writing, you capture characters so well, especially patrick! i had a little idea and thought you’d be perfect for it: how do you think patrick would react if someone told him "i’m scared of losing you because i love you"?

Scared to Be Lonely

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: Fluff, romance, hurt-comfort, angst, established relationships, pet names, loving until death trope.

𝐀/𝐍: Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it!💕

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐂: Dua Lipa & Martin Garrix — Scared to Be Lonely (I miss 2017!😭)

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You hated how easily fear could flip everything upside down. 

Now, even Patrick’s apartment seemed oppressive and gloomy, even though you loved the place and its owner. You haven't told him yet, but you love everything about him, including his complex personality. You love that he purposely pretended not to care about your drink preferences, yet he always served your favorite.

Everything about him was weird, but you loved him anyway. 

If only you hadn't seen it as a problem!

At first, you didn't take it seriously because you thought it had nothing to do with love or feelings. However, things changed when you realized you were afraid of losing him. This panic wouldn't leave your system, intruding itself inside every thought until it was all you could think about.

You shouldn't have let things go too far, but how could you resist this man? With his charm, his dorky sense of humor—or lack thereof—his little cheek dimples when he smiled, and his laughter whenever he thought he had delivered the best joke ever.

How could you stop yourself from falling for him?

Meanwhile, Patrick walked up to the white couch where you were sitting at with natural grace and offered you a glass of Château Latour, your favorite red wine. You nodded in gratitude and took a small gulp. The tart scent tickled your receptors, then warmth slithered down your body in soft, relaxing waves. Bateman kept his mesmerized eyes on you, glancing in your direction from his seat. He had one leg thrown over the other, and his arm was stretched on the back of the black leather armchair next to him.

"You seem a bit off," he suddenly remarked, twisting his foot so that the tip of his shoe almost brushed yours. "Tell me, what's on your mind?"

You averted your eyes too quickly, but you could still feel his smoldering glance roaming over you as if he could see right through you. Still, he wanted to hear you say the things he already knew.

"I'm scared to be left alone," the words came out of your mouth faster than you could think. "Scared to lose you."

An awkward pause settled in. You expected him to laugh after making some mocking comments about how weak and down-to-earth your confession was, but you didn't give him a chance to respond because you weren't finished.

"I feel like shit because...because one day I woke up with the realization that I actually love you," you said, your voice straying, but you didn't care. Your hands gripped the leg of the flute glass so tightly that you thought it would crack. "I love you, and it scares the fuck out of me."

Patrick just smirked as he finally darted his brown eyes over your trembling fingers. Your posture was tense, but he wasn't laughing, even though he despised seeing people in their weak state. But, you were different. And he wasn't going to analyze why he thought that way.

Frowning, he stood up and carefully took the glass out of your shaky hand. The brief physical contact sent an avalanche of chills down your spine.

"So, that's what it was. You’re scared.” He paused and put the flute on the nearest glass coffee table with a sonorous clatter. "Because you...love me?"

You didn't reply, so he stopped right next to you. Tall and imposing, he towered over you, but not in a malicious way. It was as if he wanted you to be bold enough to look him in the eyes. Why did he always have to be like that? So caring and doting when it suited him, when it could benefit him just to coax you to give in—to melt under his touch and get lost in him until you were gone.

"Babydoll," he crooned, pressing his thumb to your parted lips. "You know I'm not going anywhere. I told you—"

"No, you didn’t."

Patrick crouched down to be at your level and looked up at your unusually sad facial expression. "You just didn't seem to listen."

Hot, itchy tears were already welling up in the corners of your eyes. "Stop treating me as if I have a short attention span! I’d definitely remember if you ever told me this. I swear.”

The man smiled wryly, removed his hand, and let out a weary sigh. "Your paranoia is so loud," he replied, his warm palm finding yours. You didn't even notice when his fingers intertwined yours, "Have you ever thought about that?"

You gulped and looked down at your clasped hands, barely holding back tears. "Are you going to psychoanalyze me now?"

"No," Patrick murmured in a low, calm voice. His warm breath fanned along your skin as he leaned down to peck your knuckles slowly and methodically. His other hand rested on your knee and rubbed invisible circles into it. "Sometimes everything is right on the surface."

"In other words, you think I'm an open book?"

"You're definitely not an open book, but a stubborn woman who refuses to listen," he was literally cooing to you now, as if he were taming an unstable element. "Let me do this," he muttered, brushing his lips one last time against the top of your palm before straightening up and dipping into the slope of your neck. Slowly and tenderly, Patrick tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and planted a soft kiss on your earlobe. You squirmed in your seat but didn't stop him. "Promise me you won't think about any bullshit now?"

You almost chuckled at his question. He sounded childish, but you nodded and fluttered your lashes like a shy schoolgirl. "I promise."

Satisfied, he gave you a brief peck on the corner of your lips. "Good girl," he crooned in a gravelly voice, almost purring, and tipped down to your neck, inhaling your scent. "I thought my intentions were clear without needing to say it," Patrick whispered in your ear. You gripped the edge of the couch and pressed your legs together. "But if you want me to say it, if it can pull you out of your dumb spiral, then fine, here."

With that, the man caught your earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it. You gasped and tilted your head instinctively to give him more room. His palm remained firm on the nape of your neck. Steadying you, controlling you, keeping you right where he wanted you.

"I love you," he whispered into your ear. His voice flowed through your nerves like an impulse. To match his words, he kissed the shell of your ear. "I love you with every breath I take," he continued, kissing the bottom of your jaw. His lips were soft yet scorching—you wanted them everywhere. "Every day," he rasped, moving lower until he reached your collarbone. He didn't touch it, but he made sure you felt his hot breath tease your skin. "Every night," Patrick said as he knelt before you, pressing his face into your lap. He nuzzled your knee and wrapped his arms around your fragile figure, pressing you closer as if you were his shrine and he was a beggar desperate for salvation. "I love you so much that it hurts."

"Patrick..."

The man squeezed your sides in response, and you couldn't help but stroke his head. His brown locks tingled the inside of your palm like small electric pulses, and it felt so good and so right that you began to cry. 

Neither of you dared to break the silence. This moment was too special to ruin with questions and doubts. You just kept sitting there with Patrick at your feet and your hand in his messy hair. You could have sworn the hem of your dress was wet from his tears, even though he never made a sound. 

But even if he did, you wouldn't mind, and you wouldn't even use it against him later, since he was your broken boy. Yours and only yours.

Thank you for the reading!🖤 [MAIN M-LIST]🪓[SHORT REQUESTS M-LIST]🪓[KO-FI]

[croquettish]

I can't thank you enough for the fuel you have given my recent and honestly very unhealthy Hansry hyperfixation.

I think a part of me knew I had to finally set up a Tumblr account when I spotted your spreadsheet on the last conversation between Hans and Henry. I felt insane jumping between tabs on YouTube trying to figure out which lines changed. I think I found my people!

You have no idea how often I reloaded old saves trying to get every possible variation of dialogue and sometimes there are so many!

Like the one time you can talk to Hans while you are carrying the sacks in the tavern and he is starting his silly argument with the other guy. There are like 6 different random things he says to tell you to get back to work. My personal favorite would have to be "Work those muscles, Hercules!" (I honestly can't believe he said that out loud in front of everyone. Are you even trying to hide it Hans???)

I love reading long and overly in-depth essays analyzing every little detail and voice infection. I wish I could info dump that whole stuff occupying my mind to someone so I feel very seen reading your writing!

I recently feel especially hung up on the last conversation between Hans and Henry. Especially when Hans says he's not sure what to do now, after what happened between the two of them and that they will just have to wait and see. That they are without agency for now in the matter.

He sounds so defeated and hopeless, he very rarely uses that tone of voice when speaking, without a hint of his usual mirth spread over his real feelings.

What I think I wanted to say with this overly long comment (my apologies!) is that I would love to read your take on what Hans says in that scene. I honestly need to hear that you don't think Hans has given up on their future!

Also please share your thoughts on that ridiculously cute Hercules line!

Thank you so much for just reading my silly little tangent!

Omg I'm so glad you found good use in my spreadsheet! I'm always thrilled to learn I'm not the only crazy person around, so bless you for that jfalk;jfakl

Anyway I love this ask SO MUCH bc it actually happens to relate quite a bit to the Hans meta I'm posting tonight (about Hans and agency), so I'm going to leave most of this unanswered until I hit post on that 👀

That said I had never heard the Hercules line and oh my god???? OH MY FUCKING GOD. Hans you are SO TRANSPARENT. I'm vaguely reminded here of this line as well from their conversation in front of Henry's Suchdol bedroom:

Like, what an incredibly gay comparison to draw! It also strikes me once more how much both of these examples serve to remind us how Hans really looks at reality through the lens of fiction and history. His life has given him so little in terms of actual lived experiences that he really does cleave on to the things he's found in books. It breaks my fucking heart.

[apollonia4]

☆Walk the runway!☆

MC is a famous model in the human world - how do they act about it? ((Younger brothers version))

Genre: fluff

Pt.1

SATAN

☆ Satan wouldn't call himself the biggest fan of high fashion but he wasn't uniterested in it either. He craved knowledge so he was always to learn and see new things. He always admired your sense of fashion, whenever you dressed on some ocassion, you always did it with style.

☆ He found out about your actual career when he was watching cat videos (as usual). It was pretty much his bedtime tradition. He usually gets very annoyed with adds but not this time. When he saw you in that perfume advertisement he complitely forgot about the cats.

☆ He did not want to wake you up but just you know he was excited as he could ever be. He couldn't wait to get to know this side of you so he spent the rest of the evening reading about you online.

☆ When you got time for eachother he asked you all the questions, how are the shows done, how do they film comercials, how is it in the industry? You had a long conversation late into the night which you both enjoyed greatly.

☆ From then, he was always looking forward to see you on his screen before his priceless cat videos. He'll also observe and analyze every outfit he sees you wearing. He'd also be eager and willing to assist or watch you during your job.

ASMODEUS

☆ He is deeply rooted in the fashion industry and we all know that. He's ahead of the trends, he always knows what to wear and what'll be in vogue. He had a hunch you were up to something down in your human world bussines. He saw how you looked and posed in pictures and how you fared on the ocassional photoshoots you did together.

☆ He discovered you when he was searching through media and encountered a interview with you during some fashion event. He imidiately squealed with excitement but then again, how did he not realize?!

☆ Best believe Asmo's gonna cling to you until he knows all about your "new side". You talk even more about fashion now, spending countless hours in his room, thinking of outfits to fit every single color among his vast collection of nail polishes.

☆ He gets you to show him how the makeup is done backstage (or at least try to recreate it) so he could see how they use the products in the human realm. You have plenty of fun together, making the others a bit jealous.

☆ Somehow he always knew you were both meant to shine together, to bask in the praise and love of others who could only dream of your confidence and energy.

BEELZEBUB

☆ Beel admired your determination. You both shared a hobby of working out so you often exercised together. You were always persistent in your routine, like you were insisted on keeping your body a certain way.

☆ It always seemed a little weird to him, so he decided to ask you if you have a motive in all this. When he found out you're a model, it's like something clicked in his brain.

☆ It all made sense. The way you would spend extra time to perfect your look, help him pick out clothes for certain events.

☆ Beel was dazed with you, he would get shy while watching your interviews or shows on his DDD in the privacy of his room (not in a creepy way I swear).

☆ He would always hype you up when the two of you would go out, telling you you look beautiful and admiring the way you carry yourself. Whatever you did, your partner was your biggest supporter.

BELPHEGOR

☆ Belphie wouldn't really admit it but he was absolutely smitten with you. To him you were the most beautiful, most brave and interesting person he ever met.

☆ He didn't know about your career but he would find about it in a curious way. While looking through his phone he encountered an article about a drama involving a celebrity. The celebrity being you.

☆ Turns out you had come out of your way to criticize one of the biggest figures in the fashion industry for being a terrible person who treats people like garbage in the workplace.

☆ He smirked when he heard your sharp tounge, so familiar. He felt pride for the way you didn't regret your words but also because of who you were. He respected your work greatly.

☆ When he confronted you about it, there was a little shyness in his voice (just like his twin I swear) like he's having a crush on you all over again despite the fact you two are already dating. If you ask him if he'd like to come and watch you work, he'd say no but we all know he does. And he will.

Uhhhh this one took FOREVER..got a bit of a writers block back there but will push through it ♡♡

[crazycat010]

I'm Mr. Lonely

Gojo Satoru x Reader HIGH SCHOOL AU (Not sorcerer world)

Inspired by Mr. Lonely by Bobby Vinton

"Lonely. I'm Mr Lonely. I have nobody for my own"

Warnings: reader feel lonely, insecurities, angst, sad, sarcastic reader, heavy bullying though it's not too explicit, unrequited love, reader comes from a poor family but has worked hard to get in a prestigious school, attachment issues and absent parents+controlling and over protective mom (Satoru). Characters are aged accordingly to the Alternate Universe I pictured them in. Fluffy ending!😆

Reader insert, no reference to reader's body so it can be seen as female, gender neutral and male reader. Reader has interests in scientific subjects+business but you can obviously think about different subjects you enjoy studying.

Part 2?

word count = 4.013

c/n= city name (refers to your birthplace or whatever city you'd like your character to be born in)

The bell rings.

Great, another stupid hour with my stupid Physics professor (sorry Professor Brown, I hate to tell you this, but I already know by heart the entire Physics program for the first years, and you certainly don’t make reviewing known topics enjoyable)and my even more stupid classmates. Like, I never thought QI levels could go below zero until I met my classmates.

Oh, right. Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Y/n Y/Ln. I was born and raised in c/n, I have the most lovely parents in the whole world (or that’s what I started believing once I saw how my classmates had been raised) and I go to Aurelian Crest Academy. Yes, you heard right.

I go to THE Aurelian Crest. And, for those of you who didn’t know, one of the most prestigious High schools in the entire world.

Now, you may be wondering: “Y/n, why do you despise your very own classmates so much?”

To answer your question, we need to analyze my initial situation. When I started High School, that small old school right beside my house, I was a nobody.

I didm’t come from a wealthy family, so I couldn’t afford to go to the private school in town, and had to settle down for the public institute, full of all kinds of people.

From students who smoked w££d weekly, to those who smoke it daily. And then, there I was. Little ol’ me with the same backpack from when I started Elementary School on my shoulders, a pair of patched up jeans from my cousin, the absolutely worst ponytail one could conjure, and a new polo my mom had bought just for the occasion(also used, but at least this one wasn’t ripped).

Ever since I first started school, teachers had always seemed to notice my inclination for scientific studies, furthermore, they all looked shocked whenever I handed over my perfectly executed Maths, Physics and Computer Science papers. Sure, I was still top of the class in many more subjects, such as my first and second languages, History, Natural Sciences and whatever, but out of all the classes I took, the scientific ones always let me stand out more.

I was raised up reading stories of famous physicians, mathematicians and engineers, whom had built their whole life around their interests, so I’d always dreamt of becoming an engineer as well, or at least have a job that would grant me a luxurious lifestyle while still doing what I loved most.

Therefore, I decided to spend my time reading and studying at the local library.

I didn’t partecipate in any extracurricular activities at school, did any sports or even went to the park in the afternoons, since my parents were usually too busy working to bring me, and when they weren’t, they were often too tired to do so but, either way, I enjoyed spending time with them or on my own better.

Those are the main, if not only, reasons for which you could call me a loner, and I wouldn’t bother. Mostly because I was used to getting picked on for my unusual hobbies, and partially because I often had my worn out headphones in, blasting whatever song I felt like listening to that day, and therefore didn’t hear a single noise aside from the singer, drummer and guitarist of said song’s band.

Time-skip to when I was in high school. My lifestyle hadn’t changed much throughout the years, unless you care about me starting to enjoy eating avocados and other green foods.

However, what had changed, were the professor with whom I interacted. During both elementary and Middle school, my teachers had never cared that much of my piqued interest for numbers  and formulas, but in my first year of High school, it had all changed after I’d met my new maths teacher. Mr. Williams was old to say the least. His grey hair sticked in different ways from all over his head, giving him a crazy scientist look, kind of like Einstein if I may. His soft voice couldn’t be heard over the chaotic chatter of my classmates, but I refused to not listen to his lessons, since he was the first teacher to actually look like they enjoyed teaching a bunch of strays and a nerd.

For the first time in my entire life, I met someone with my same exact interests. I began listening to all his lessons, which was a huge change, considering that, with all my reading, I’d always found lessons boring as teachers reviewed stuff I’d already studied. In time, we built a strong teacher-student bond, and after a while, he convinced me to try out for the Aurelian crest.

When I first heard there was a test with which, the students with the highest scores, could enter the Academy and have their studies paid for, I didn’t believe it.

However, I still studied hard the entire second semester and summer in order to achieve the perfect score, 100%, on the test.

And that’s how, someone like me, became part of  a student body like the Aurelian Crest Academy’s.

Thanks to the school’s funds and my parent’s agreement, I moved to the huge dorms near the High School campus and began my journey at one of the most famous Academies in the world.

Nonetheless, I still find it very hard to make friends, and I still struggle to come to term that I spend most of my time with rich kids that have no idea whatsoever of what earning their right to be here means, as most of these kids’ parents have paid a crazy amount of money and done insane donations to the school just to give their children a chance. Obviously, this doesn’t mean that these kids are dumb, no. It simply means that they’re smart, but would rather use their knowledge and money to ruin somebody else’s life than worry to make theirs better.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason for which I found myself in this peculiar situation.

I was casually heading to the bathroom for a quick break before the next lesson, when all of a sudden I hear a familiar group of girls giggling together like middle-age women of the high nobility classes, which, from my personal experience, is never a good sign.

As I got out of the bathroom, kind of clumsily I have to admit, since I basically tripped myself over getting out of that small cabinet and almost knocked over a younger girl to whom I apologized profusely, I saw the commotion’s cause.

Hanging loosely from a small pin on the main mirror, there was a picture, a picture of me specifically, from my first day of school here.

Now, you might think: “Well, Y/n, they hung a beautiful picture of you for everyone to see, shouldn’t you be happy with yourself?”

And let me tell you, my dears. That picture was indeed very pretty, if you ignored the drawn over beard, smith’s goggles, squiggly lines representing the bad smell, witch moles, thick animal fur and a just chewed chewing gum attached on the paper to top it off. That was a heck of a print!

Staring intently at my hands, I washed my hands and face. Taking a big breath, I headed out to the physics classroom. However, the walk created a giant hole in my teeny tiny mortal heart.

The more I looked around, the more prints like the one hanging on the bathroom’s mirror there were, scattered around the whole building.

I sped up, focusing solely on my new shoes my parents had bought for my birthday.

“Oh no! Did we make Y/n Y/Ln cry?” One of the girls who had planned the whole thing came up to me laughing, followed by her minions.

She blocked my way, causing me to stop walking. With a gentle touch, that held a good amount of malice and wickedness, she lifted my chin to meet my eyes with her own.

“Why don’t you go back to where you came from? Huh? I’m sure you’ll feel better once you rejoin with your poor stupid parents.” She said.

I didn’t even remember her name, so why did I care so much about what she said? Why did her words sting me so much?

“Heard her mother’s so poor she couldn’t even get her a decent prom dress. She got an old rusty party dress, borrowed from like a cousin or something.” Another girl added. How did they know? Besides, it wasn’t a party dress, it was a ceremony dress, and it wasn’t from your cousin, it was from your mother, which made it ten times more special.

“Not that she’d need a dress anyways, right girls? Who would ever invite her to prom?” The first girl said, which we’ll call Bubblegum chewer, since she was always chewing on a pink sticky mass of sugar.

“Get out of my way.” You mumbled through gritted teeth, giving her the most dramatic eye-roll one could witness.

“What did she say? Did one of you hear her girls? I guess she’s too shocked to form coherent words.” Bubblegum chewer said. Thinking about it, we should give her a different name, maybe one that begins with S or B, if you know what I mean.

“I said, get out of my way.” I muttered, voice just slightly firmer, shoving her hand away from me.

“Or what, huh? You’ll call your boyfriend? Oh no, wait. You don’t have one!” Her minions laughed hysterically as if it had been a comedian’s joke. “You’re so lame it’s almost boring to pick on you.” She continued.

“What do you want?” I hissed, annoyed at her brattiness.

“Nothing more than to watch your humiliated and sad face at prom, where, while you’ll be the same loser loner as ever, I’ll be winning the prize for Prom queen with my amazing boyfriend!”

She spat, but, at last, moved out of the way, for you to cross the last corridor that lead to Physics class.

2nd PERSON POV

The next hour flew in a daze, and you could only hear her words on repeat in your head as you unsuccessfully tried to concentrate on your assignment. Thankfully, it was an easy test, so you handed the paper over after no less than 20 minutes and sped out of the classroom, wanting nothing more than the comfort of your tiny dorm room to console yourself.

Nevertheless, you weren’t able to rest that much, as you remembered you had to tutor Satoru for the next hour. Satoru Gojo was your complete opposite: he came from a rich family, the Gojo clan, and, as an only child, inherited all the family money and possessions. He spent most of his time partying, and when he wasn’t, you could find him in one of his immense villas, perhaps relaxing in a hot-tub, or lazily reading on one of his luxurious Italian sofas.

However, he wasn’t like the rest of the spoiled brats who attended the Academy. He was very smart, almost as much as you actually, and he was the first in his business class, one of the most difficult classes, as you’d heard.

Nonetheless, his knowledge in business all came from his father’s lectures and the books he read in his free time, since he hated studying with all his guts but had a brilliant memory. His lack of dedication and determination to study for all of the classes he took, and not just the ones he was interested in, lead to him failing his Physics class. And that was why, for three hours every week, instead of a vip bar or five star hotel, you could find the infamous Gojo Satoru sitting at the desk of your own dorm room, as you incessantly repeated the same formulas over and over, trying to get them to settle somewhere in his brain.

“I can’t do this anymoreeee. I’m tired Y/n! Can’t we go eat something? Please, I’m begging you. I’ll pay for the both of us! You know we both need a break for our hard-work.” He whined babyishly.

It was funny, really, how someone like you had been able to find a friend in someone like him. You didn’t trust him when he first asked for you to tutor him in Physics, after he’d gotten another F and you’d been once again praised by your professor for your neat essay. Hesitantly, you’d accepted to help him, earning small amounts of money (you refused to accept all of his gifts, knowing you’d never be able to repay him in any way), until you almost became “famous” for your tutoring lessons, and people had started lining up at your door in need of repetitions.

To earn some money for your college fund and for little pleasures like pastries or a dinner at a fancier restaurant once every couple weeks, you accepted to tutor most of those who’d asked you. However, while you did most of your repetition classes with more students and in an empty classroom your professor ad granted you free access to, you’d sticked to your traditions and kept tutoring Satoru alone in your dorm room, by now feeling at ease in his presence.

With how good you taught, he didn’t actually need your help anymore, and it had now turned in more of a babysitting for you, having to deal with a five year old kid in the body of a white haired blue eyes teenager with constant pregnancy-like cravings.

“Just finish your homework and we’ll head out to eat something alright?” You groaned.

He raised his fist in victory and went back to his Maths problems. They were very difficult, as you were exploring an Algebra branch that was even hard for you to understand, thought you hadn’t experienced any difficulties acing the practice tests, which meant it would probably take him quite some time to finish his load of exercises-

Your flow of thoughts was interrupted by him spinning around in your office chair, waving his paper in the air to signal he’d finished everything.

“I’m finished! Record time huh, bet even you couldn’t this!” He sang triumphal, handing you his scribbled test.

With an untrusting look in your eyes you took it in your hands, scanning the answers quickly and efficiently.

“It’s perfect, good job Satoru!” You started with a smug smile. Everyone else would’ve thought this meant they’d done a wonderful job, however, Gojo had known you for years, and knew better than to fall for your tricks. You were playing with him, but he never understood why you did what you did, so he opted to not look too much into it and just go on unfazed.

“Yeah, I know. Now go grab your coat sweetie, I’m taking you out-“ He was interrupted by you shoving his papers back in his chest.

“Except for this exercise here. It’s wrong.” You pointed out victoriously. “You’ll never be as good as me if you let yourself fall for these little Math tricks.”

His eyes widened in realization, as he looked back at the red marks on a scribbled section of his papers, discovering his mistake.

“Oh come oooonnnnn!!” He whined, correcting his answers with a grumble.

You spun around, going to grab your coat as he finished rewriting.

Soon after, you found yourself eating a pistachio and salted almond flavored ice cream, as he devoured his plain chocolate cone, the same flavor he had always eaten since he’d first taken you out to eat ice cream.

“You know, growing up means trying out more ice cream flavors than chocolate.” You told him.

“Blah blah blah. You’re just jealous.” He spat like a stubborn child.

“Of what exactly, if I may?” You asked, smiling.

“You’re jealous I can never get bored of something as simple as chocolate ice cream eating it almost every day.”

“Oh no I already knew that.” You chuckled, to which he eyed you confusedly.

“Well, if you got bored of simple things we wouldn’t be hanging out anymore.” You said, mind still going back to what the gum chewer had told you earlier that day.

“She’s still giving you trouble?” He asked, though the compassionate look in his eyes showed he already knew the answer.

Becoming friends with Satoru, meant having someone else that cared about you and knew everything you went through, and not only growing accustomed to randomly find him sleeping on your couch. He was the sneakiest and most protective kid you’d ever met, so it was either you gave him the passcode to enter your dorm room freely, or he’d find it out on his own. He said it was to bother you, but you knew, deep down, he card for you and wanted to check on you every once in a while. Ever since the beginning of your relationship, you’d come to know about his attachment issues, caused by the lack of a parental figure he experienced growing up. Because of his parents’ hard work ethic, he never actually spent time with them, and was usually left on his own or with a random babysitter who only put up with his childish acts for the money. You’d come to realize that was the main reason for which he acted like such a baby all the time: he wasn’t needy or childish, not even egotistical or wannabe the center of attention all-the-time, he just wanted somebody to look out for him and care about him, a role which you’d been grateful to fulfill all these past years.

“You know you mustn’t listen to what she say, right? She’s dumb and her brain has melted with all the chemicals she puts in her hair and on her face in an unsuccessful attempt to hide her wicked witch of the east’s features.” He said, breaking the forming silence.

“Yeah, I know.” You sighed, still unsure of what you felt about this whole situation.

Sighing, he stopped you mid-track, grabbed you by the shoulders and looked in your eyes, as if he was trying to connect his mind to yours. “What’s bothering you?”

“I mean, she’s right…” You mumbled under your breath, voice just over a whisper, only loud enough for his trained ears to hear.

“I’m a loner. I don’t actually have any friends, aside from you, and I don’t have all the luxurious she takes for granted. I don’t party, I don’t go shopping or to the hair or beauty salon, I don’t like loud noises, I don’t have a boyfriend and lets admit it, even if I wanted to get with someone, who would ever want to put up with me and my weirdness?” You said, looking at your shoes.

He scoffed, chuckling. “Hoe many times do I have to tell you: you aren’t weird or a loser, you’re Y/n. And you with your life and your way of living are worth infinite times more than she would ever dream of! Besides, I’m sure there’s someone out there, maybe you even know him already, who’s perfect for you. You just have to realize it.”

“You’re right, as usual.” You said, shoulders slumping.

He pulled you in the tightest hug possible, almost like he never wanted to let go, and it took you guys a while to get detached from each other.

“There’s still a problem isn’t there?” He asked.

“I don’t have a date for prom!” There, you said it. A couple of years ago, if you’d asked what your younger version about prom, she would probably have said that it was a party where bored teenagers got drunk with their daddies money, and while you still believed it was true, part of you lingered to participate, to dance with someone who actually wanted to be with you, not because he needed you to explain him a Computer Science subject or give him your homework, but because he enjoyed spending time with you, heck, even liked you-or, even better, loved you, though you were kind of scared to use the l word right now.

You already knew who you would’ve wanted to dance with, but things were perfect with him right now and you wouldn’t risk ruining it for anything. Ever since you’d first met him and his smart brain in Business class, the only kid who could actually compete with you in some subjects, you’d been head over heels for his blue eyes, confident yet funny charisma, childish behavior and weird likings. However, you knew his parents were very strict, being a pretty powerful and rich family, so they’d never let their precious only son, heir to their patrimony, be in a relationship with someone like you, a nobody from a poor family who had fought her way in life for even the smallest and most banal luxuries. He already risked getting in trouble for being friends with you with his very controlling and over-protective mom, and you didn’t want to mess up his relationship with his parents, which was already crumbling in pieces, or to ruin your friendship with him.

“I’ll go with you!” His words came out before he could even realize it.

“What?!” You said loudly, shocked at his remark.

“I-I mean, what did you just say?” You asked hesitantly, not sure if you wanted to know the answer.

“I said, I’ll take you to prom, as friends! What do you think?” He asked.

Right now, you could feel your heart racing and drilling holes in your chest with how strong it thumped. Had you had time think about it, even briefly, you were 100% sure you would’ve declined his request, knowing it would only mess up your contradicting feelings for him furthermore, but you didn’t have time. In the heat of the moment, you threw all your doubts and fears out of the window, and without wasting any time, you responded: “Yes!”

Your boldness must’ve made him step back a second, as he became the shocked one.

“Of course! I’d love to go with you! A-as friends obviously.”

“Great then!…” He scratched the back of his neck as a bubble of awkward silence trapped you both.

“Yes, great…” You replied, playing with your rings so you wouldn’t have to face the handsome male in from of you and risk fainting right then and there.

“I-I’ll get going then. I have lots of homework to do.” His brows were corrugated in what you believed was anxiousness.

“Yeah, me too. It was good to see you though!” You responded, spinning on your heels and turning your back to him to get away from this uncomfortable situation as quickly as possible.

“You too and erm, Y/n?” You could feel his presence behind you, even if he hadn’t moved an inch.

“Yes Satoru?” You stopped without looking back.

“The Academy is this way…” He explained.

“Right, sorry!” You apologized, cringing internally just as the words were out of your mouth. Your brain was short-circuiting. What was happening? Was this what losing your sanity felt like?

“What are you sorry for?” He chuckled light-heartedly. Okay, now you knew you wee about to faint. How could he make you this nervous and not be affected by it? He seemed to have everything in control, nonchalant and as handsome and ready as you’d ever imagined.

You simply chuckled in response, unable to form any coherent words.

Instead, you gave him a tight lipped smile and going to walk in front of him wight away, not wishing another embarrassing figure for yourself this evening.

That was when you realized, you were down bad for him. But shh, it was meant to be a secret! He couldn’t know, not now, not ever! It would ruin the only friend you’d had in years. He obviously didn’t like you back, right? Or at least that was what you thought.

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[hotasfahrenheit]

something i've been thinking about a lot since watching the end of Love For Love's Sake is what and who exactly is real in the universe that Myungha is playing the game in.

what do we know about this world? firstly, it is presented to us and Myungha as being the world of the story that Myungha read, but focused on Yeowoon instead of the main characters from the manuscript who are a happy couple that ends up together. they don't enter the picture at all; we don't know what point in that theoretical timeline Myungha is inserted into, but this implies it's before Yeowoon meets them since they're just not there.

the next step from there tho is... is the manuscript that Myungha read even real? he remembers the mysterious sunbae being the one who gave it to him to read, but if the sunbae is some kind of god or angel of death, did Myungha actually read it after he died, as part of a test to figure out what to do with his soul?

really my ultimate question that this whole line of thought is digging at is if Yeowoon is also someone being given a chance at life and happiness again, and is as real as Myungha is (and if the other boys are thus real too). despite Myungha seeing the game interface that no one else sees and having the system errors affect his existence in the world, the interactions between other characters when Myungha is not there are too deep and too real to be just NPCs. they're experiencing life and making decisions like fully really people, and living it outside of Myungha's scope of knowledge and what he can see. we get multiple scenes of the characters interacting and doing things without Myungha, and not all of them connect directly back to him or things he's doing.

knowing that Myungha's grandmother already passed away fills in her existence easily- she could very well actually be Myungha's grandmother's soul actually brought into this world as well. clearly some people are not there because they're also dead- like his ex girlfriend appearing as the agent, or his mother appearing in the cafe- but they have much simpler functions in this world. but there's little things- Sangwon struggling with his relationship with his mother and talking about how his father used to hit him too, Kyunghoon having a boyfriend that is always far away and he can't see until some point in the future- that hint to me that they might be other lost souls that had bad or sad things happening in their lives too, that might have brought them early deaths as well.

was the story that Myungha read about Yeowoon a story about another real, sad, lonely person who made the same choice Myungha did? was the game not just a set up for Myungha to save himself and learn how to love himself and others but a way to save multiple souls?

one of the main pieces of support behind that idea for me is the fact that Yeowoon breaks through the haze after Myungha disappears and not only remembers Myungha but is able to take control of the game to bring him back. i agree with this great post from @wen-kexing-apologist that Myungha (and his depression) is the one controlling the game he's experiencing in general and causing the system errors, because that makes sense for the things Myungha sees. but the others don't see them, though they do see the physical effects on Myungha when things happen like him falling down the stairs when he's with Sangwon. they see Myungha reacting to screens only he can see, and they do notice that's he's interacting with them and clearly think it's odd even tho they don't really comment on it.

and in the most crucial moment, Yeowoon finds the pen and the notebook. Yeowoon pushes to remember Myungha, pushes to find him, pushes to figure out a way to get him back, and i cannot believe that he's just some kind of NPC in an actual game or a made up person in a constructed reality that Myungha gets to exist in as the only real human soul. he has drive, he makes autonomous decisions, he is cognizant and aware. he needs to learn about how to love and be loved like Myungha does; he needs to learn how to connect to others and not be alone and adrift. he has a reason to be placed in this world like Myungha does even if he's not the one in charge of it until the moment it matters most.

could this be an alternate reality where Myungha just hasn't died yet and that's how everyone is real and there? theoretically maybe, but the fact that he is experiencing everything as a 19 year old in the current time and not in 2012 means despite going from 29 to 19 means that this isn't just another parallel earth where he's taking over the existence of another Myungha. (plus where would that Myungha go??) also his grandmother being there and being fully a real person means that he hasn't just been placed back into the real world, since we know she's already passed away there as well. i don't have a solid theory yet for how their world exists, i just have ideas about how they're existing within it.

i feel like i'm hitting the point when i'm just gonna be talking in circles about this from here out, since i've been thinking about it in circles, so I'm gonna wrap this up and go think about it for the rest of forever.

tldr is that i think at least Yeowoon and the other boys are all real. they're all being given another chance, with Myungha as their ringleader. they need to learn from him as much as he needs to learn from taking care of them; they all learn that they're worthy of love and friendship in ways they hadn't known before.

they all get their second chance.

[sallymew4]

just look how much BRIGHTER Mob’s demeanor is once he has Ritsu safe with him. that is the biggest grin ive ever seen on that boy’s face he loves his little brother so damn much it’s incomprehensible

[mamawasatesttube]

Between Tim and Kon who makes the first move?

honestly for me it varies! i slightly tend towards it being tim, but not always. but in a very specific way, i.e. it's a very gradual melt right on into a relationship, and tim is the one who goes hey. wait a minute. this feels like A Relationship.

at first, saying it'd be tim is probably surprising, since tim has a history of NOT making the first move across his comics - we don't actually see how he and ari get together, but steph chases after him and repeatedly states her interest in him before they ever get together; tim is the one who asks zoanne out, but only after she kisses him and then runs away. then tam once again is the one to ask him if he's interested in her (and, i mean, if you count lynx ii, she's always the one initiating things getting physical and making out with him, but they also literally never talk about it, so i don't entirely really count her as a serious tim love interest).

on the other hand, while kon of course has been a flirt since he was decanted from his tube, a lot of it was very performative and he's only actually ever been in three relationships, two of which were instances of abuse and grooming. given how introspective he gets after his resurrection, and how much less sure of himself he is in general, i tend to believe this is where he starts actually unpacking all his relationship trauma and internalized homophobia. i think actually accepting that he is gay and not actually interested in women is a very jarring thing for him, and accepting that he was groomed and abused is also very difficult, and it takes him a while.

because of that, i think he ends up a) confused about what romance actually feels like, and b) very tentative about dating for a while. he wants deep connection - he was genuinely in love with knockout, and he thought she loved him too; he thought tana would be part of his life forever, and his devotion to cassie was notable even before they actually dated. but deep connections are hard to make with people you don't know well, and by the time he's around 19-20 i think he's kind of struggling with the idea that he's not gonna get what he's looking for in casual relationships, but also the idea of being in Gay Love with one of his best friends is terrifying, because he's not good at identifying what being in love feels like, so he kinda talks himself out of it. "this is comfortable and easy so it must not be romance, this is just really good friendship, because romance feels like walking a tightrope. right? haha. right??" and all that.

and then moreover, i think tim really sits on the fact that he's bisexual for a long time. not because he's trying to hide it, but because he's just so intensely private about things that bother him, and he's got some jack drake shaped Internalized Issues in his head to work through about what it means to be transmasc and to like men (i.e. a voice that sounds suspiciously like a conservative dad putting in one single ounce of effort re: understanding queer relationships is in the back of his head going "but you'd be the girl in the relationship if you dated a man, right?" and tim has to take several deep breaths and figure out how to unpack that before he's ready to even think about admitting out loud that he's interested in guys too, even to himself, let alone to anyone else).

so for a hot second kon's just out there going "i like men but it doesn't matter because i'm never going to fall in love with someone that really truly wants me and loves me as deeply as i'd love them, and i'd be miserable about that except that i'm just pretty satisfied being bffs with tim :) i feel at ease when he's around and he makes me laugh and i just like being near him and watching him work on gadgets or listening to him ramble about cars or letting him sleep on my shoulder. i know it's not romantic because i feel so safe and comfortable, but i'm happy with it, whatever it is. and if i think he's hot, well, that's just because he is hot. everyone knows that!" guy who pretty much is already tim's boyfriend but he hasn't noticed that yet because they're both kind of stupid and also insanely devoted to each other in the same way, so they both go "yeah this seems normal for us" and kon really doesn't question it that hard.

meanwhile tim is the guy to whom labels and boxes matter a lot more, so he's the one who sits back one day and goes, wait. oh my god. i'm in love with kon. and then he has to steeple his index fingers and interlace the others and press his hands to his face in deep, deep thought. he's in love with kon, and realizing that makes a lot about his life suddenly make a lot of sense, because seriously - a hundred clone attempts, changing robin to be red and black, making out with cassie because he missed kon so much - okay, okay, yeah, he sees it now, okay, so maybe he's been in love with kon for years at this point and never actually realized it, that's fine, this is fine, he's FINE, he's NOT freaking out or overthinking--

anyways. after freaking out and overthinking and brooding on a rooftop for four to seven business days (not all at once, of course, but he gets his hours in), he finally goes to kon and jabs his finger into his chest and goes "Hey. Are we dating?"

and kon stares at him for a second with a loading circle spinning over his head. claps his hand over his mouth. inhales sharply like a dying fish. claps his other hand over the first hand. starts floating a few inches off the ground in pure agitation.

"Oh my god, Tim," he says, his eyes as wide as dinner plates and his voice an octave higher than usual. "Are we dating?!"

"I think so," Tim says, and narrows his eyes. "I mean, if we're not, maybe we should be. Pizza and a movie tonight?"

and kon clearly goes through A Whole Process in his head (working through the "wait, dating is comfy and chill and happy and easy?!" crisis in real time), but ultimately goes "okay!!! yeah!! okay!!! let's do that!!! wow!!!!" because, hey. he would love to hold hands with tim while watching the sunset and eating hipster san francisco pizza.

and that's how they end up sitting on the floor by the coffee table in the titans tower common room, eating pizza, and poring over a calendar + their text message history to try and figure out when, exactly, their anniversary is. ("okay, so when we went on that picnic in april, was that a date?" "i think so. alright, so it has to be before april, but after valentine's, because you made a joke about being single here, see? so we're looking at somewhere in march. "okay, but we did do 'palentine's' together, so does that really count??" "fuck, you're right, that totally was a date too. uh...")

[shorthaltsjester]

there’s something that’s just :) to me about the fact that when vex is in danger and percy shouts after her in tlovm, he still uses vex’ahlia even though it’s almost always a situation in which choosing the shorter and thus faster and easier to yell version would make more sense (this happens on several occasions). the very base conception of vex in percy’s brain is vex’ahlia. besotted and utterly in love fool behaviour. he’s so real for that.

[deductions-and-magic]

So who’s gonna talk about the brilliantly acted *spoiler* Charlie Reid death scene?

Checking where he’s been shot bc shock

The blood on his white shirt and hands — a beautiful (image descriptor) metaphor?

Shaky point at Voight yes he knows

Blood in his mouth, gasping but its not gonna leak out bc he’s bleeding out on the ground

Wandering eyes settling on Voight, struggling to get up, grasping Voight’s jacket with a sudden burst of strength

“I’m cold” - breathy, lips and chin quivering

Feeble point at the guy who shot him, hand bloody that slight frown, blood dripping off his laboriously raised head

Almost dying gasp, whole body spasming (agonal breathing)

Nearly silent “You…”, head shaking

“you’re worse than me”

Laughing, whole body struggling to do so, teeth bloody, blood pooling behind him

God that bloody grin

Dying gasp, eyes so wide, frown

What does he see!!

Eyes shift and freeze

A pleasure to watch, truly

[phantasmagoricvanillabean]

Their April Phools this year was surprisingly pretty tame compared to the literal short found footage horror film we received last year. However, I loved that, similar to Dystopia Daily, WAD, and TIT, they used this as yet another opportunity to criticize content-creators and their incessant need to monetize and exploit every aspect of their livelihoods, especially and in spite of the ways in which they are detrimental to the environment and jeopardize those who are literally incapable of consent. I just love Dan and Phil's ability to always make humor out of their blatant critique of society and internet culture.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one thing i really wish people wouldn’t forget when it comes to suguru’s character is that his core desire is just to have a family. not in a nuclear family way, but in a “i want a place where i belong / i want to protect the ones i love” way…… literally everything else is just an extension of that desire. a means to meet that end. he broke down after being forced to realize that staying with his family meant having to watch them die, so he left and made a new one. and he got stronger. and his core wish was always, always always to create a world where he’d finally be able to protect them :(((((((((