#and weren't there actually like 7 rules about him??

[horrormurderkill]

Love at its finest

Warnings: Blood, description of a nasty animal death, self-harm (reader does not indulge!), the fic talks about killing a living being, and possibly more.

Crimson red blood and annoyingly wet dirt coats the entirety of its body, the smushed colors a vast contrast to the ones around. Holding its tiny head, you gaze at it in distaste, hands trembling at the thought of snapping the short neck. That was the sick rule in which, people should still remember it, even though it was assumed to be over.

It all started with many townspeople's concern that possibly, an incubus or succubus like demons were roaming the lands, the intense sexual libido making all living beings go mad. Speculations of a powerful demon cursing the town, for some reason. Gradually, it is said that some animals were birthing actual demon and animal hybrids. The shock even reached the town mayor, a church leader, who demanded everyone to behead or snap its neck and burn the sinful creature. But this is a tale from centuries ago. Younger children thought it was fake, thought it was a tale made from old people, for the purpose of them attending to their plants and animals correctly.

Nevertheless, the being in your nimble hands were enough proof. Your hands let go of the hybrid, onto the ground, as tears started to uncontrollably flow from your eyes. After all, you are only a child. Experiencing your beloved pet dog act strangely for a long time, then after chasing your dog into the woods only to find her tearing her own flesh as the hybrid inside completely messed with your dog's mind. You are allowed to cry after such experience, you're an innocent child, after all.

You wipe your tears away, pulling out a large napkin and rolling the creature like a burrito with it, you put it back into your backpack. It's the last remaining and breathing thing from your loving dog, at least. Pulling yourself on your feet, you hurriedly speed-walk out the forest to your home.

Aunt Laurine is going to be worried for you.

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A loud bang from the farmhouse makes you jump from your seat. The sound of barking followed after, as you look up the window where the loud noises are coming from. Soon after, a head pops out from the window, your companion. His sharp teeth holds a rat in between, yet his excitement in his eyes and smile is what drives your attention away from the unpleasant sight. Domino, he's the only reason you still stay in the town, albeit slightly farther away from others. If it weren't for his unwanted birth 20 years ago, you would've left the town already. Though, you were scared of him growing up, you learned to adapt to his attitude and actions.

"[Name]! When are you unlocking the doors?! If you don't unlock it right now, I promise you I'll jump out from this window!" He yelled, making you sigh from exhaustion as you unlock the door. As soon as you open it, he hops into your arms, giggling happily your arms are strong enough to hold him. "Alright, let's head back." You pat his back, signaling him to get off of you, but of course, he didn't budge. Instead, his long tail wrapped around one of your thigh. It's evident he is asking you to be in bed with you, but you knew better.

His attitude had the fragments from all of the infamous 7 deadly sins, it keeps on switching and changing, like a domino effect. Right now is Lust. You make Domino get in a comfortable position on your entire torso, as you walk back to the house to rest. Adventure to the entrance was surprisingly not a big deal. Usually, he would whine and complain but he uttered nothing the whole walk. It made you quite suspicious, though.

Walking in his room, you dropped him off on his bed, yet his tail didn't unwrap around your thigh. As it was your last choice, you lean in, "If you let me go, I'll give you a goodnight kiss." He looked back at you and he replies, "And a French kiss." A demand. Damn it. Now you regret ever teaching him what a French kiss is just because he asked what it was after he saw it from a movie.

Never mind that. At least, both of you are hopefully safe in this lifetime, then it doesn't matter if you gave your first kiss and virginity to this demon.

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This piece of idea is inspired by a book called "Incubus" by Ann Arensberg

#Domino My OC #yandere x male reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #x male reader #male reader #gn reader #Yandere chapter

[ryker-writes]

Hiiiii thanks for making my day your the best, I give you so many hug (or high fives if you don't want hugs!) If I may ask can you write a broken relationships with malleus pretty please with a cheery on top? ( Also can I be lizard anon please! 🦎)

I would gladly accept any and all hugs! And I will devour that cherry while I write this-

Malleus I feel would be one of the ones that actually would be a good sibling so it's difficult to think about how a broken sibling relationship with him would be lol

Note: I haven't read any of Chapter 7 yet

Request Rules and Masterlists

Broken Sibling relationships

Malleus as a sibling (Broken relationship)

To say that you and Malleus were different would've been an understatement.

Even as kids, you two were very different. He was always treated as the best and the golden child, seen with much love, and he was naturally talented at just about anything. He had no problems with magic, no threats, and no flaws. He was the perfect heir for the throne of Briar Valley

And you? You were his younger sibling.

Compared to Malleus, you were never anyone's priority

Of course, you had servants and knights helping you just like him, but anything Malleus needed always took priority

Your help could be taken away at any moment for the sake of Malleus getting help

In the beginning, it didn't bother you as much because you and Malleus were together a lot of the time! He would spend a lot of time with you, and the two of you had so much fun together

You two would spend hours together in the library, and Malleus would read to you books on magic and history, but he got really passionate when he read about gargoyles. The two of you even ran around the castle once, trying to identify each gargoyle, both of your laughter echoing through the halls for guards and servants to hear

But as the years went by, things changed. Malleus had to become more of the heir he's meant to be. He spent most of his time alone or surrounded by guards

You started to get used to being in Malleus' shadow and not taking priority. Your brother had helped you feel less alone and more equal in the past, but he was too busy for you now

everything only got worse once you two had gone to Night Raven College

Malleus was praised from the moment he got there of course. He was recognized as one of the greatest and best of everyone there. He even had knights in training with him here, and a personal greeting from the headmage. You however...

"Who are you?"

You weren't even recognized or known. Not to the headmage, not to anyone. Why would you be? You aren't the heir of Briar Valley. You aren't the great wizard that Malleus is. And you aren't nearly as important.

Even after explaining who you were, people would just go "Oh." and ask about Malleus

To them, you might as well not even have a name. You were barely noticed. Barely recognized. And even when you were, you were simply known as Malleus' sibling. Nothing more.

And to top it all off: You weren't even invited to things

If people couldn't remember to invite Malleus, there's no way they remembered you. They probably didn't even know you existed. You're just in the background

You saw all the games he played in, all the praise he got, heck one of his knights practically worshiped the ground he walked on, but not when it came to you

People avoided him, they didn't notice or ignored you

Eventually, your birthday came around, and of course, no one noticed. Malleus didn't even see you at all, and didn't say anything

Your own brother didn't remember your birthday...

Are you cursed or something? Cursed to never be seen? Cursed to forever live a life that no one will notice? It's so cruel...

It's not like you wanted anything grand. You didn't need some big fancy party for your birthday

You just wanted to be acknowledged. For one day.

But compared to Malleus, you might as well be insignificant. He shone too brightly for anyone to even see you, hidden in his shadow

Even on a day that should be dedicated to you, he was the one being praised and followed around. He was the one everyone adored. Malleus, the prince of Briar Valley...

You were insignificant, unimportant, ignored

At this point, you can't even help but wonder if even Malleus himself forgot about you completely

you had assumed that was the case

that is, until you opened the your door the next morning. Sitting outside was a neatly wrapped gift box, and inside, a small gargoyle statue

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader

[itsss4t4n]

Hi!! Could I get some harry hook x male!reader where reader is the eldest child of Anna and Kristoff please? Also maybe reader looks just like his mum but acts like his dad? Thanks and sorry if it's too specific fjdjdjvjs

Always - Harry Hook x male!reader

a/n: I honestly think that reader personaliy is more like anna han kristoff. somehow i really struggled wih that. i lowkey hate this but i still hope you enjoy his <3

warnings: no use of y/n, making out, small fight/angst, ew emotions, I love some good drama, i hate this tbh, not proofread

When Mal decided to open the barrier forever, it was cerainly an adjusment for everyone.

The Vks that came over to auradon were enrolled into auradon prep and all assigned an auradon student to help them settle in and answer any questions they might have.

You weren't the biggest fan of that arrangementt. Not because you didnt like or trust the vks, you were actually quite close with all of the cour four. You just werent a big people person. So having to share your dorm with someone you dont know and most likely having them at your side 24/7? Not ideal for you.

Especially when you heard who you were going to be paired with. 

But Mal had basically begged you to help. 

"Please. I know you dont like this but he is kind of difficult and i know that you could handle him. I dont know anyone else that could."

So you reluctantly agreed.

Mal was right. Harry Hook was certainly difficult. He was really stuck in ways and refused to change. He refused to follow any rules, he was mean and he hated school. And the worst thing? He was stupidly hot.

Now, you hated school just as much, and you did skip a few lessons here and there but you had respect for your teachers and your peers. And you knew that unfortunately school was important for your future. 

Usually you couldnt care less if other people got on trouble but harry was your responsibility now, so everytime he got into trouble, you were getting dragged into it. And you hated it.

So thats how you ended up in fairy godmothers office for the 7th time that week (it was thursday) sitting next to Harry, who just looked bored while you were about to beat him up.

This has been happeneing for almost 3 months at this point.

"This can not keep going on. Harry If you cannot follow the rules and integrate yourself into Auradon then we might be forced to take stronger action." 

Back in your dorm Harry threw himself onto his bed.

"Well that a tad overdramatic aye?"

You couldnt hold it in anymore. 

"HARRY! THIS IS NOT A GAME! YOU KEEP GETTING IN TROUBLE SIMPLY FOR THE SAKE OF IT AND YOU HURT OTHERS. ARE YOU AWARE OF THE FACT THAT YOU ARE BASICALLY A FEW OFFENSES AWAY FROM EXPULSION?! AND IF THAT HAPPENS YOU BASICALLY HAVE NO CHANCE ANYMORE TO DO ANYTHING! NOT ONLY THAT BUT YOU RUIN MY REPUTATION WITH YOUR BEHAVIOUR AS WELL. JUST THINK ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE THAN YOURSELF FOR ONCE IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE!"

Without looking at him you stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind you.

The rest of your day was spend ranting to Mal and Evie about Harry.  Mal hat texted Uma during your rant, telling her to speak with Harry. He would probably listen to her. She was his best friend after all.

You dreaded going to bed that night. Just being in the same room with him.

Uma left your Room just before you arrived, so when you entered Harry was sitting on his bed, a conflicted expression on his face. 

You decided to ignore him, just grabbing a pair of sweatpants and heading to the bathroom to change for bed.

When you exited the beathroom agin harry had also changed into sweatpants. GREY sweatpants.

Fuck. Was he trying to kill you?

His head perked up at the sound of the bathroom door. 

"Hey..."

You looked over at him.

"What Hook?"

He looked a little conflicted still, which confused you. Why the sudden change in mood?

"Look... I'm nae good at this but- fuck..." He sighed exxasperated. "I wanted to apologize."

You head snapped to him again In surprise.

"What?"

"I acted like a total dickhead." He started ranting, trying to get it all outbefore he mentally talked himself out of it. " I didnt care how I might hurt ya. And I don't even have a good reason for that. I was just scared. I was scared of being vulnerable. All I have ever known was the Isle. I am used to hiding myself behind a Tough outside and I was scared to change from that."

Harry quickly wiped his eyes of the tears swimming in them, hoping you wouldnt notice. But you did.

You were shocked by his sudden and surprisingly honest outburst. For a few very long seconds you just stared at each other.

"Harry...." You took a slow step towards him. "I'm sorry. I should've realized how hard this would be. And I know it will be difficult, but i promise you that from now on you wont have to hide anymore. You're safe here." 

Now, standing right before harry, you layed your hand on his shoulder. Harrys eyes met yours, once again swimming with tears but a small smile gacing his lips.

"Thank ye."

You reached up to wipe the tear that had fallen from his eye, your hand resting on harrys cheek, his head leaning into your touch.

You noticed how close you two had gotten. Your eyes flickering from harrys eyes to his lips for a split second.

"Harry?" Your noses brushed against each other ever so slightly.

"Yea?" His voice was barely a whisper.

"I really hope I'm not reading this wrong," You voice matched his. "but can I kiss you?"

Harry was silent, and for a few excruciating second you truly thought you were wrong. Harry was into guys, you knew that much. He didnt hide that part about himself. But did he like you?

"Yes please." 

A small sigh of relief left your mouth as you leaned in, your lips moving against his. Harrys hands moved to your hips, gripping at the exposed skin, thanks to your lack of shirt. In turn your hands wrapped around his neck, your fingers gripping onto his hair.

When you parted for air, you kept your eyes closed, your foreheads leaning against each other. 

For a few seconds all you could hear was you heavy breathing and your own heartbeat, loud in your ears, before Harry leaned in and kissed you again. His hands pulling you flush against his bare chest by your hips.

Once again you pulled back, this time a little more, looking into each others eyes.

"Thank ye, darlin"

"Always."

#writing #reader insert #fanfic #descendants x reader #fluff #harry hook x reader #male reader #harry hook x male reader #harry hook #descendants x male reader

[gavisuntiedboot]

Just Pretend (Gavi x reader)

Part 7

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Warnings: oh boy okay so Angst! profanity! Violence! Mentions of blood! Injury! Abusive-ish behavior!!! MARTIN!!!!!! Ferran! Blackmail!! Just shitty behavior!!!! pls don't read if you're not comfortable!

Word Count: 14.1k (fun fact! If you've read all 7 parts, you've read 87 pages single space!)

A/N: Guys this is one of the chapters I had planned out from the beginning. I really have poured a lot of my own soul into this, so I hope y'all enjoy! I'm actually so ready to read the reactions to this one lol. GIF by @rubendiasatl

You thought you had met the love of your life in college. He appeared to be perfect. He was the captain of the swim team, rumored to get a national championship that year in the 100m freestyle. He was the secretary of Phi Pi Delta, the largest business fraternity in the region, set to work on Wall Street making $200k right after graduation. You two were the perfect couple: Ryan, with his perfect hair and perfect smile, the sexy, sporty Spanish girl on his arm. You were conquering medicine as he ruled the world of finance. Sometimes on your walk to class, you would daydream about what your wedding would look like.

You did everything that was required of you as "Ryan's girl". You were an academic badass, but in a completely different field, so he could have a smart girl that would never be his competition. You worked as a sports manager, showing that "Ryan's girl" was a powerhouse on her own that commanded respect, but turned into a shy little lamb around her man. You worked hard and played harder, going to every PPD event and mixer. You always drank to show people that you weren't a prude, but you were never the girl hunched over the toilet losing her innards. You were good at beer pong, but only when Ryan was your partner. You played 7 minutes in heaven, but were so cold and intimidating that everyone left with blue balls and a muttering of "what a bitch". For 8 months of your senior year, you were "Ryan's girl", and you were the absolute best at playing the part.

It was a tiring job, but one you balanced with all your other actions. You learned how to get him and his friends basketball tickets mere hours before tipoff. You were an expert at covering hickies, but also enhancing them when he wanted to prove to the guys at a rival frat that he wasn’t soft. You killed your complaints and your gag reflex, knees growing used to the rough carpet of the frat house. You never asked for his location, and never made a face when other girls talked about how much they wanted your man. You never bored him with talks of your futures after graduation. You were perfect.

You looked perfect the day you walked into the frat house, hair pulled back in a slick ponytail to show off the piercings in your ear and the tightness of your polo shirt. Your khakis hugged your thighs, Jordan’s pristine as you slipped them off before heading upstairs. The basketball team had offered you a full time position; you could stay for the next several years if you so chose. Everything was perfect. The sky was the perfect shade of blue. The air was the perfect temperature with a perfect breeze. And as you opened the door to your boyfriend’s room, you saw a bare figure on top of him, connected at their cores, with her mouth shaped in a perfect “O”. And one perfect tear ran down your cheek as you silently walked back down the stairs, ignoring the yells about it not being what it looked like, and left Ryan behind forever.

You hadn’t thought about Ryan in years. But his memory came back to you as you pulled up to Martin’s house and found his car parked out in front of his door instead of it’s usual place in the garage. The Benz stared back at you, looking so different from that first date. It had been bright and welcoming and joyous that very first time it rolled up in front of your building. Now it was different, the blue taking on a more hue, feeling ominous and serious. It was the color of midnight - the color of fear. Why was the precious Benz parked out front? Martin wouldn't even let some valets park his car for fear of it getting scratched. His tires were still turned. The Benz was crooked in the driveway.

You walked up to the door, and you thought about Ryan again. You thought about the countless texts he sent you afterwards, telling you how much he loved you and how he would never do it again. And you read every single one, waiting with baited breath for him to say what you needed to hear: that he regretted it. That he had made a terrible mistake when he was out of his mind and he hated every second. But it never came. He wanted you, but he never regretted that moment with her. He never felt remorse about the moment he decided she was more important than you were. It didn't make you sad or angry - just empty. It was like a hold had been carved out, and it was another reminder that it would never be filled. You would never be the first choice. You would never be that girl that was above it all. You would always be a pretty good girl that needed to be supplemented by someone else.

The hole within you had not been filled, but it started to be covered by some good people in your lives. Your friends at your physiology program made you always feel competent and capable in what you were doing in school. Angelika and your other university friends gave you comfort, covering the emptiness with warm feelings. And now, you had the boys at Barca had worked to cover that hole with positive affirmations, reminding you that you were just as much a part of the team and how much you were valued. And there was a bit of the hole that started to close, one centimeter at a time, every time you looked at your phone and saw that Gavi was checking up on you.

You felt that hole fill with butterflies as you wrote out your Christmas card to him. You hadn't wanted it to come across as cheesy or desperate, despite you reassuring yourself that you couldn't be desperate if you were in a relationship. You had begged the media team for any photo of you and Gavi, knowing how much the sentiment would mean to him. One thing you had noticed during your two brief appearances in Pablo's home was his appreciation for the few pictures he had. They were taped to the wall beside the door: photos from his youth at his La Masia matches, his family on vacation, and a polaroid with a few of the Barca boys. A part of you hoped you would make it onto the wall.

But with each knock on Martin's door that went unanswered, the butterflies disintegrated, filling you with smoke and ash and bile, the hole in your very soul aching. As you turned the doorknob, you felt it give way easily - the door was unlocked. He had come home, car parked haphazardly, with the door remaining unlocked. You braced yourself, not exactly sure for what, and entered the house.

You should have seen it coming. You should have known from his demeanor and the way he spoke to you when you were with him versus when you were away. You should have listened to the whispers on the internet and in the locker room. But you ignored it all, believing that people were inherently good and caring. And now your naivety had all culminated and led to this moment: you standing in Martin's entryway, staring at his hideous brown couch, a trail of clothes leading from your feet to the naked girl perched on the dark fabric. The two of you locked eyes, and her mouth dropped agape. She grabbed the closest piece of fabric to cover her bare form, her pale cheeks turning scarlet from embarrassment.

"Bonita, hurry up so I can call my girl-"

Martin's eyes locked with yours, stopping dead in his tracks and freezing as his girl on the couch did. You waited for either of them to speak. With baited breath you waited for the feminine screams of "you have a girlfriend?" and the begs to provide an explanation. But the air was heavy with nothing but guilt and the disappointment of being caught. As your breath grew heavier, the nausea settled into your stomach. You tried to muster a tear, deciding it would be less embarrassing to cry than to throw up on the tile.

"Bonita, it's not what it looks like. If we could just talk-"

"How are you going to use the same pet name for the both of us?" You asked, patience finally snapping. The emotions from the last four months came flooding through, boiling the blood in your veins. You had cut yourself up and torn your very being apart to please this man. The things you wore and said and did and ate and enjoyed were all altered to fit his impossible standard. You were playing a part again. You had sacrificed so much of yourself for one crumb of affection and security, and once again you weren't enough.

"Just calm down an let me explain."

You tried with every fiber of your being to keep the tears at bay - you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he hurt you.

"All I ever did was try and be a good girlfriend. Do you realize that? Through the stupid dinner dates and your rants about football, I tried to be patient and fun and understanding. I never complained, not once, about your lack of support or how everything you did made it clear you didn't like me. I dealt with all of your cold fronts, your unfounded jealous, your below mediocre sex - all of it, because that's what you do when you're in a fucking relationship until someone finally cuts the cord and frees you both. But you didn't have the decency to pretend." You spat the words out at him, no longer caring about if you cried.

"The least you could do was not fuck anyone else in the house that you asked me to move in to."

Everyone on the room had gone silent, from Martin to his mistress. How could he retaliate? Where could he start? The flood gates had been opened, and the realization of how much this man made you hate your life was flowing freely.

"Goodbye Martin." You turned and walked out the door, your keys in hand, ready to go home and lose consciousness. Tomorrow you would wake up and be as you were - single and free of the burden this relationship placed on you.

"Come back here." You heard Martin's voice shout behind you, before a hand reached out and grabbed you by the wrist, ripping your keys from your hands, cutting your palm in the process. As the red fluid pooled in your palm, you looked up at Martin in shock and fear. He looked back at you, then at your outstretched hand still pooling with blood.

"Shit, I'm- I didn't mean to do that. But you can't just drive away until you let me speak. I won't let you."

"As if you're allowed to decide what I can and can't do. Give me back my keys before I call the police."

"You're not calling anyone or doing anything until I speak to you." Martin said, lunging at you and grabbing the sleeve of your shirt. You cried out and struggled against him as he tried to pull you towards the house, hoping to prevent a scene in front of the neighbors. Martin's side piece stood at the door, now fully clothed, watching silently as the two of you struggled by the entryway.

"Get off of me you cheating sack of shit! I don't want to hear anything you have to say, let me go!" His grip loosened as you pulled away, unable to restrain you with both hands for fear you would take your car keys back.

"Bonita, I'm not trying to hurt you, I love you and I-"

"Bullshit! And stop calling me fucking bonita." You tried to reach for your keys again, but Martin's hand came and wrapped tightly around the collar of your shirt.

"No. You don't get to abandon me without hearing what I have to say. All I have ever done is try and look past how difficult you are to love and be around," his grip tightened on your collar, the fabric now bunching to restrict your airway slightly. "And now that I've made one mistake you think you get to just run? You're not going anywhere until I say you can. If you know what's good for you, you'll just listen."

The bile started to rise in your throat as your heart beat faster. For the first time in your life, you really felt like you were in danger. The sting of your palm was hard to ignore now, the blood nestling into the lines on your palm, dots littered across your pant leg. Once you felt Martin's grip loosen lightly, you put all your weight behind you and shoved him as hard as you could, causing him to fall backwards. You bolted for the door, keys forgotten as you ran at a speed you didn't know you were capable of.

The fall did not deter him for long, as you heard your name in Martin's deep, agitated voice carry to your ears on the night air, accompanied by heavy, fast footsteps. You were being chased. Heart racing, your feet slammed against the pavement, trying to put as much space between the two of you as possible. Your throat started to tighten with anxiety, fight or flight now in full control. You didn't even know where you were going. You took whatever turn felt natural, willing yourself not to turn around.

Martin realized with every step he took that it was too late to turn back. There was now street camera of him chasing you shirtless through the streets of a Barcelona neighborhood. He wasn't even sure why he had done it. By it he meant the chasing - not the sleeping with other women. That part was quite simple. He was 24 now, and it was time he was photographed with the same girl more than once. His club going days had become the topic of every family dinner and every call with his mother.

"Martin, when are you going to stop going to the club every night and actually bring us a nice girl? You're ruining your reputation by taking all these different girls home."

He was nothing if not a boy that wanted to make his mother happy. When he say Angelika in the club that day, he sensed he had been getting close. She was funny and outgoing and actually had a job that didn't involve her sponsoring Bang energy on the internet. But she was still at the club on a Tuesday night, and had flirted her way into the VIP section. Too high maintenance. But then as he left the club, pretty young drunk thing slung over his arm, he got to see you.

Initially, you didn't make a huge impression. Boring looking and kind of loud - not the girl he would usually go for. He was still a little hazy from the club air, sweat and tequila still lingering in his lungs. He had just handed Angelika off to you, before he took a look at the back of your car. A few stickers were there, displaying the name of your universities, and a bright blue one that read 'ask me about ACL tears!'. It sparked his interest - not only that you could afford the car, but that you were obviously decently intelligent to be touting all these universities. It prompted Martin to ask for your number, just as a backup in case finding a "good girl" was harder than he thought.

It was, in fact, much harder than he thought to find a girl to bring home to his mother. All the smart girls tended not to give him the time of day, either taken or too busy. Pretty girl were too expensive and high strung - not what he needed. And those sweet girls that he found at the supermarket and the park? Most of them were ready to live the football WAG life, wanting to go public with him immediately. If there's one thing Martin was sure of, it was that he wasn't ready too commit to just one screw for any period of time. He had a rotation of girls in and out of his bed, shower, car - he couldn't just cut all of them off.

That's exactly what was on his mind when he saw Angelika in line for the club again. She was cute enough to take home that night, but girls usually didn't open up without some conversation. He can't remember how the topic turned to you, but Angelika gushed about how much she adored you.

"But she's just so busy. She's always so focused on work that she doesn't have much time to even process what's going on around her."

Getting you was quite easy after that. He had listened to girls long enough to understand how to keep them happy. It was the lack of instant sex that really hurt his pride. This was not the 1940s - he was not going to wait 3 months, taking a girl out and showering her with love, just to get some pussy. He would just supplement with other women. Ferran was often the person that would help him get girls, as they usually recognized the young Barca bench boy before they realized who Martin was. So they worked as a team: Martin supplying money and alcohol, and Ferran supplying girls.

It was when Gavi started to enter the picture that he, for the first time in his life, felt the angry weeds of jealousy take root in his throat. No matter what he did behind closed doors, you were his, not Gavi's, and it would be a cold day in hell before he let a love-sick teenager take his girl. Now he was chasing you down the street, 10 days before he planned to introduce you to his mother at Christmas, willing all the neighbors to stay away from the windows and ignore the eventual screams they heard from the street.

Your eyes focused, the adrenaline fog leaving your brain as you wildly scanned the street: this was Gavi's neighborhood. Identifying the houses, you made a sharp right turn and ran towards his house at end of the street. You prayed that he was still awake as you got to the door, banging as hard as you could, and yelling out his name.

"Pablo! Let me in! Get the fuck away from me!"

You watched as Martin slowed down, walking towards you cautiously with his hands in the air. He moved his lips to say something, but your heartbeat was in your ears, tears streaming down your face as you kept banging on the door. The slit across your palm seared with pain, and every pang circulated more fear through you. Martin was capable and willing to hurt you.

The door opened, and you caught a glimpse of Gavi's face. That was enough reassurance for your legs to give out from the effort, sobs still shaking your entire being as you fell into his chest. Your palms grabbed at his shirt, needing anything to ground you in reality. Gavi was not a large boy; Martin had 5 inches and 6 years on Gavi, which would make any betting man wary of the outcome if a fight were to break out. But none of that mattered to you. Gavi's arms were around you, holding you up and against him, and you felt safe.

Gavi tore his eyes away from Martin, who was shirtless and frozen in his walkway, to look at you. As he pulled you away from his chest slowly, he felt a warm wet spot spread across his shirt. It was too large to be tears. He wished he hadn't looked down to see the red spot darkening his t-shirt. Grabbing your wrists, he looked at the jagged cut on the skin there, still bleeding freely. Gavi hugged you closer into his chest, one hand around your waist and one by your head, hiding you in his shoulder as you continued to cry.

"What did he do?" He asked, voice tight and strained. You shook your head, crying harder, trying to gulp down any air to stop the light-headedness. You could not see or think straight, the questions too overwhelming.

"Pablito, just let me talk to my girl, and go back inside." Martin instructed, walking towards the two of you slowly, as a hunter would approach a deer. You clung onto Gavi tighter, a shrill 'No!' yelped against his skin, sobs coming back in full force. Gavi couldn't stand it. The blood in his veins grew hotter the longer he held your fragile form. He was quick to anger, but this was different. You had run to his house crying and bleeding because of the vile man you had been dating. On an average day, he was ready to go to blows because of a stray leg in a football match. This was more serious - more sinister. He had hurt you in ways Gavi couldn't fathom a man hurting any woman, let alone you. He turned over the idea of manslaughter in his head as he tried again.

"Please, y/n. Please tell me what he did. Because at this rate, I'm going to kill him. Y/n, please."

Gulping down breath after desperate breath, you muttered out what had happened to Gavi in the best way you could. You knew there was nothing you could say to get Gavi to just walk away, but you couldn't stand the idea of Pablo doing irreparable damage to his future on your behalf.

"Found him... cheating... took my... k-keys.. that's why m-my hand. But I'm-"

"Don't you dare tell me you're okay." Gavi put you down on the ground, resting your back against the wall before he stood. The edges of his vision were dark and red, and in that moment he swore he could have killed Martin with his bare hands. When would this man have taken enough? Martin had snatched you off the market, keeping you hostage in a crumbling, decaying relationship while Gavi fawned over you. Martin chipped away at you soul, dimming the once radiant light that enamored those you encountered. Martin made you insecure and self-hating, all while keeping a line of girls wrapped around his bedroom to fool around with as you chased your dreams. Martin had taken everything Gavi had loved about you and poisoned it, leaving the ashes of a bright young woman in his path. Now he would pay for it.

"Martin, give me her keys and get the fuck away from my property before I make your mother regret the day she lost her virginity." Gavi was seething, You looked up at his squared shoulders and tight face, and couldn't tell if the wisps of smoke emanating from him were real or not. You wanted to stand, block the warpath Pablo was on, and prevent the violence you knew was about to ensue, but your head and eyes felt heavy, keeping you firmly planted to the ground.

"Ay, Pablito, no need to be vulgar. Don't you think it's silly for you to be involving yourself in a little lover's quarrel at this time? Go inside and let me take care of my girlfriend." Martin took a step with every word he said, now less than a meter from Gavi, whose fists were curled and strained.

"Lover's quarrel? She's bleeding and had to run from you screaming. You've stolen her keys and now you want me to let you harass her further? Give me her keys and fuck off, before my patience runs out. Because I've been eager to bash your skull for weeks now."

Martin took another step forward, now on the same plane as you and Gavi. He locked Pablo's vision as he pulled your keys from his pocket, tossing them at your feet. You flinched at the noise scared to look up at Martin. Just the sound of his voice sent ripples through you.

"There, bonita. You have your keys back. Now enough of this nonsense and come with me." A fist curled into your hair and pulled you upwards, causing a scream to release from your throat. Gavi watched all of this happen in slow motion. He took two steps towards Martin, vision now fully red, and connected his closed fist with Martin's lower jaw. The accompanying CRACK could probably have been heard all the way in Madrid. The grip had disappeared from your head, and you used your last bit of strength to push yourself from the floor and run into Gavi's house, keys firmly in your grasp for protection. You peered through the window, catching Martin spit out a large glob of blood, more crimson dripping from his mouth like a dog drooling.

Martin wasn't provided much more time to recover as Gavi grabbed his collar, pulling him in once again, and again cracking him hard right beneath his eye socket. The delicate skin there split, and more blood oozed from Martin. It didn't bring Gavi disgust or joy. There was no space in his entire being to feel anything other than the need to protect you. Moving his grasp from Martin's collar to his hair, he hit him one final time, a bone split and a scream polluting the otherwise silent air of the Barcelona night. You thought to yourself, rather ironically, if the naked girl in his living room knew how to set a broken nose. Pablo pushed Martin to the ground, the older landing on his face sprawled across the concrete of the pavement.

"If you get up and you're not running, I'll break another bone."

Martin struggled to breath, the blood running away from his body in rivers, dripping onto the street.

"You little piece of shit! Just wait till I call the police! You'll be in jail until you're 70. You little cunt." Martin wailed, on his knees gripping his throbbing fractured nose. Gavi approached Martin, picking him up by the collar once again. It was quite a sight to behold: the younger and smaller boy lifting Martin off the ground, blood dripping from a broken nose on to Gavi's tensed forearm, as his hazel eyes conveyed murderous intent.

"In case the blood has already left your brain, allow me to remind you: the cameras saw you chasing a woman through the street. There is a decent amount of her blood on you and at your house. Everything from that moment on is self defense. And I can absolutely afford a better lawyer than you can, little boy. So best run and put some ice on that nose before you become more permanently deformed than you were originally." Martin was thrown to the pavement once again, cries of pain bouncing between the stone of the buildings. He picked himself off the ground, not daring to glance over his shoulder, as he hobbled back home.

Gavi took a deep breath, looking down at his hands in the light of the street lamp. It had been a long time since his anger was allowed to run wild. Usually there was a player (or 6) holding him back from blows. But that was football. Nothing was ever that serious in football. This was different. It was you. And as he entered his home, locking eyes with your huddled form by his couch, the thought appeared in his mind clear as crystal: you were someone he would kill for, and someone he would die for.

But now wasn't the time for such a confession. It was the time for Gavi to step up as your friend and provide you with comfort and support. He walked into the house and started to head for the bathroom before you called out to him.

"Pablo? Where are you going?" Your voice was small and fragile, like that of a scared child when the thunder got too loud. Keys still gripped tightly in shaky hands, you pushed yourself off the floor, and Gavi rushed to meet your stride, helping stabilize you as you stood. You were not close to fainting anymore, but the fear still pumped through you, making it harder to walk at more than a snail's pace. Eyes locking with Gavi's, you brought a hand up to rest on his bicep, squeezing it lightly to provide him with some reassurance that you were okay. Hand trailing down, you wrapped your fingers gently around his wrists, turning his hands over to look at his knuckles. The skin had cracked and burst from the impact against Martin's skull. Bruises bloomed on the high points, droplets of blood - owner unknown - littered his fingers and hand, the scarlet a contrast against his warm tan. As you ran a thumb over one of the open cuts, Gavi hissed, trying to pull away from your touch. You looked back up at him with tears welling in your eyes anew.

"You're hurt." You croaked out, not wanting to continue crying in front of him. He grabbed your hand, holding it against his as he rubbed over the drying cut through your palm.

"So are you. But we'll be okay." He smiled at you, and you could have sworn that there was an actual fist squeezing your heart in your chest. He pulled you towards the staircase with him.

"Come on, we need to wash our hands. You've taught me enough about infections to know we shouldn't wait much longer."

"I obviously haven't taught you enough, because for open cuts like this we need rubbing alcohol and hydrogen peroxide, not water."

Gavi stopped on the stairs, still gripping your wrist as his smile broke out, returning warmth to his face. Even when he had hit Martin, you hadn't feared Pablo. You knew the anger was residual, and he would never turn this harbored rage your direction. It had brought a few baby butterflies to your stomach, knowing that Gavi had thrown his tranquility and caution to the wind just to defend you. But this was the Pablo you liked the most: the one that smiled for you in a way that seemed to appear only when you were around.

"There you go, doctora. Putting that degree to use. I think I have a first aid kit in my room. The medics gave me one to keep after I got my second black eye." The statement, not meant as a joke, allowed a laugh to run through you, cutting through some of the lingering heaviness. You wondered if this experience would forever trauma-bond you to Gavi forever. But you knew subconsciously that Pablo was already bonded to you. You would never be able to look at the Barca crest or the dew on the grass or the chocolate milk in the store without thinking of Pablo. You would never be able to choose anyone else's contact at 2am to send a random text to, because you need Pablo to be the one to send the response. You knew in that moment that Pablo was going to be in your life forever.

Walking into his bedroom, Pablo peeled his blood-stained shirt off, tossing it onto the bed.

"You should..." Your sentence trailed off as Pablo faced you, shirtless with sweats hanging low on his hips, waistband of his boxers tight against the V of his torso. You had seen attractive men shirtless before, but something about it being Pablo, and the two of you being alone in his bedroom, made everything seem more charged and, for lack of a better term, sinful. He tiled his head in questioning, prompting you to finish your sentence. Clearing your throat, you looked at the shirt instead of Pablo and continued.

"You should put peroxide on that shirt now to get the blood out so it doesn't stain."

"I think getting some peroxide on your open wound is more important right now." He said, returning to his dresses to rummage around for his first aid kit. You stood awkwardly against the wall, unsure how to proceed. You didn't feel comfortable enough to sit on his bed, and though it would be weird to seat yourself on Gavi's floor. He turned back around, watching you scan the room and calculate if you should sit or stand.

"You're covered in blood." He said. You looked down at your shirt. You definitely had some splotches, but you wouldn't use the word covered.

"It's fine, I'll change when i get home..." You trailed off again. Your car was outside Martin's house, and there was no way you could possibly bring yourself to go back there tonight. Maybe Gavi would be kind enough to walk over with you in the dark.

"You're spending the night here. There's no way I'm going to let you be by yourself tonight. Let me get you something to change into." He said, moving past you towards the closet.

"Oh no, Pablo, it's fine. I should really go back to my place-"

"Why?" He asked, abruptly turning to face you. He walked towards you, and your heart rate picked up as he stood within your air space.

"Why do you need to go home? We are on international break for the season. I don't start training until next week. You just finished your finals, so you don't need to do anything tomorrow. And, more importantly, the only way to get to your house is to either go get your car from your psycho abusive ex and drive home at this time of night, which is not happening. Or for you to take a taxi home, which is also not happening. I'm not letting you out of my sight." He turned back to the closet, rummaging through his clothes before pulling out a pair of sweat pants and a La Masia t-shirt. Placing them in your hands, he turned back to his mission to find the first aid kit.

"The bathroom is through there. You can go and get changed and wash up. What's mine is yours."

Nodding, you shuffled towards the bathroom. The door was quickly shut and locked behind you, and you stared at yourself in the mirror. You definitely looked worse for wear, mascara smudged under your eyes, which were red and puffy from sobbing. You washed your face with your non-injured hand, thanking Pablo silently for owning a decent face wash. As you stripped off your dirty clothes, you couldn't help the images that flashed in your mind, and the thoughts that seeped through your subconscious. You remembered the daydreams you had for several weeks, bursts of his eyes and lips and hands, and thoughts of all the ways they could touch you. Your cheeks burned as you grabbed a washcloth, running cool water onto your skin to remove the sweat and grime lingering. You thought of that day on the couch, when you had finally entertained the idea of seeing Pablo in a sexually attractive light. Bumps raised onto your skin as you fully wrapped your head around the situation. You were in your underwear in Gavi's bedroom, only a bathroom door separating the two of you.

A part of you wanted to open the door - to present yourself to Pablo, physically and emotionally bare, and tell him your feelings. But what were your feelings? You felt safe with Pablo, supported, and able to be your authentic self. Was this a friendship that you had over committed to? Was Pablo treating you any differently to how he would treat Pedri or one of the boys? You pushed those feelings aside, slipping on his clothes, breathing the scent of his detergent in deeply. You took one last glance in the mirror, reminding yourself that you had a tendency to spontaneously combust when it came to relationships, and you wouldn't allow yourself to do that with Pablo. He was going to be in your life for a long time - you wouldn't accept anything otherwise - but maybe the role he was meant to fill was that of a close friend and never more.

You walked out and saw Pablo rubbing his bare chest with an alcohol pad, cleaning the excess blood from his chest. He had changed into some clean shorts, and turned to face you when he heard the door. His eyes scanned you from top to bottom, taking in the sight. His shirt hung off your shoulders slightly, draped over your frame and covering your form in worn cotton fabric. His sweats hugged your hips, sliding precariously low on your torso and lose in the thighs, just small enough for them to not pool at your ankles. Gavi's mouth went dry as he stared at you. You crossed your arms over your chest, covering yourself with your folded dirty clothes. Gavi caught a glimpse of your bra in the pile. He had no moisture in his mouth whatsoever.

"What are you staring at, Gavi? Close your mouth you'll catch a fly." You said, trying to come across cool and unbothered despite the situation. He swallowed hard, trying to form a single sentence.

"They fit. I'm surprised." That was all he could muster.

"Me too. I thought everything would be too short on me." You teased, and he rolled his eyes.

"Low blow, doctora. come help me with these bandages."

He sat on the floor with the first aid kit, and you joined him on the soft rug, protecting from the chill of the tile in December. You grabbed the different solutions and began cleaning his hands. His hands were rough and calloused to the touch, and you made a mental note to get him some lotion as a late Christmas gift. You moved slowly over each knuckle, cleaning the blood and bruises, gently moving your fingers across Pablo's skin. You heard gentle hisses at the burning sensation from the alcohol, but he kept his protests to a minimum as you worked.

It was easy for Gavi to distract himself from the pain when you were the one sitting in front of him. The burn of his hands was basically forgotten as he traced the curves of your face with his eyes. That familiar look of concentration settled into your features, warming Gavi's heart. You were coming back, in short bursts and fleeting moments, but everything he loved about you was still there. Try as he did, he could not prevent his eyes from moving lower, settling on his shirt draped over you. It was one of his most well-loved shirts - the one that he had gotten when he began playing for La Masia's senior team. This is when he started to bulk up, biceps and pecs stretching out the shirt, creating the baggy look he currently saw on you. The colors had faded from dozens of washes, and it was now pilling and threadbare - really something that should never see the light of day.

But here you were wearing it, and suddenly there was no article of clothing that had ever made a woman look sexier. The baggy fabric moved with you, and when you turned behind you to gram more gauze, it tightened against your bare chest, and Gavi willed himself not to focus on it. He couldn't - not right now. No matter how much he tried to rationalize it, he couldn't describe what about it made the shirt look so good on you. It was just the fact that it was his shirt. You were in his house, in his bedroom, wearing his shirt. You were merging with his space, and in a way, becoming a part of his home. It was the closest you had ever been to being his.

You finished bandaging his hands, looking at your work, and making sure that everything was secure so he wouldn't lose the dressings in his sleep. Engrossed in the moment, you leaned down and kissed the top of Gavi's knuckles, pulling back before realizing what you did. You both stared at each other, mutually deciding it was best not to comment on what just occurred. You quickly cleaned and dressed your own cut, with Gavi's assistance, and once the bandage was secured, a wave of exhaustion washed over you. All the boxes were finally ticked - you and Gavi were safe and clean and dressed, and now your body felt relaxed enough to crash from the exhaustion of the day. Pablo noticed your eyes drooping, and moved off the floor, helping you stand as well.

"Let me go get an extra blanket." He said, moving towards the door. You followed him out of the room, and he turned to you, confused.

"Where are you going?" He asked, arm against the wall and blocking your path.

"The other room?" You said, phrasing it as a question.

"The guest room doesn't have a bed in it yet. My sister is helping me pick one out since she visits the most often."

"To the couch, then." You said, and Pablo's eyebrows scrunched together in frustration.

"You're not sleeping on the couch. You've had a stressful day to say the least. You're going to sleep on the ridiculously expensive mattress and get a good night's rest."

"Then where are you going to sleep?" You asked, heart skipping a beat at some of the possible answers.

"The couch. I want to give you your space. Let me go get that extra blanket - the top floor gets cold in the winter."

You grabbed his arm stopping him from continuing down the staircase.

"You're not going to destroy your back by sleeping on the couch again. You're about to get called up for the national team, and their physios suck. They will replace you with a 3rd tier player before they help you fix a dorsal muscle strain. You have to sleep on the bed Pablo."

"I don't actually have to do anything. This is my house."

You both stared at each other, the two of you unmoving on your position, and both ignoring the obviously solution to your argument. After a minute, it was Pablo who was brave enough to make the suggestion.

"We could always just... both sleep on the bed. If you're comfortable with that. We can made a divider in the middle and everything."

Blushing, you looked at the floor before responding.

"Wouldn't be the first time."

Gavi got into bed, shirtless in a pair of shorts, and beckoned you to join. You walked slowly to the other side of the bed, crawling in and pulling up the covers, body stiff and muscles tense.

"I forgot to get the lights." You whispered quietly, making a move to get up. Suddenly the lights switched off, leaving the two of you in complete darkness, a weak ray of light filtering in from the half-moon.

"Expensive houses have a lot of pointless features, but this one is actually useful." Pablo said quietly, mentally kicking himself for making small talk about a light switch. He curled on his side away from you, uncomfortable but wanting to give you your own space, and let out a deep breath. You peered at Gavi, and then curled the other way, also in discomfort, but too scared to face him while conscious. It was too much. He was so close: enough to hold in your arms, to exchange body heat, to listen to his heartbeat and be lulled to sleep. But it was too much of a leap to take. It was too far out of your comfort zone, and you couldn't risk the delicate relationship with a desperate and ill-timed proclamation of... whatever it was you were feeling.

Pablo's heart hammered in his chest. Though it had been his idea, he had never actually thought it through. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder before, and he had survived, so he figured this experience wouldn't be that much harder. He was so sorely mistaken. The fact that you were laying an arm's length away from him kept his nerves on fire, and he couldn't even keep his eyes closed for more than a minute as the time. Despite the winter chill, his body was on fire, and the lack of clothing didn't help. You had just been attacked by your ex boyfriend, and Gavi wanted to hold you in his arms and protect you from the entire world. Patience wasn't his best trait, but he knew that it wasn't the time to ask you to be his. He needed to wait. He needed to be there for you right now

"Pablo?"

An hour after the two of you had settled, lights off and room quiet, you called out for him. Sleep escaped the two of you, and he turned over almost instantly when he heard you whisper his name. Turning to face each other, your eyes adjusted so that you could look at his features in the dark. He was beautiful. There was no denying how conventionally attractive Pablo was. But there were so many little things that enhanced his beauty, only visible from this close. You wished the moon would shine a little brighter so that you could look at the flecks in his eyes, and count the lashes fluttering above them. His features were relaxed, lids drooping and lips slightly puffed out. The scars and moles on his face were the only markings on the smooth skin, and you longer to run your fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his eyes.

"Can... can we do something? To help me sleep? But then promise you'll forget about it tomorrow?"

Pablo swallowed hard for the nth time that night. He hesitated. There was no way he could promise to forget a single moment of this night with you, but he could control himself from speaking about it, and that was all he really needed to do.

"Anything."

You sat up in bed, moving quickly before your confidence evaporated completely. You moved in to the center of the bed, prompting Gavi to do the same. He moved slowly and warily, sitting shoulder to shoulder with you in the middle of the King-sized island.

"Lay down," You said, voice shaking slightly. You were terrified, but you knew that was the only way you would ever find rest before the sun came up. Pablo laid down, stiff as a board, half expecting you to make a desperate dash for the couch. You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes before you laid down beside him. You turned on your side, resting a hand on Gavi's chest. Pablo's eyes widened as he finally processed what your request was. He raised his arm, draping it over your shoulders, allowing you to cuddle even closer into his side. Your head now laid on his bare chest, his hammering heart loud in your ear. He brought his other arm around you as well, resting his hand over yours on his chest. The two of you held each other close, seemingly for dear life, and finally sighed out in belief.

There was no way to describe this feeling. The feeling of you resting against Pablo, arms and legs tangled together, with his head rested above yours. Your hands together, occupying each others' air. There was no way to describe it except for right. There was no awkwardness or strained breathing anymore. There was relaxation and comfortable silence enveloping the two of you. The rest of the world faded away, and in that moment, Pablo could have sworn that he had ascended to heaven.

"You saved me Pablo." You whispered out against him, needing to tell him someway, somehow, how much you appreciated him.

"Anyone would have interfered, doctora." He whispered back, being bold and caressing the skin of your arm that he encased with his.

"Not just today. In general. Since I met you, Pablo, you've made my life better. I just wanted to let you know. Good night."

Gavi tensed so hard it set off a headache. He couldn't cry, not while you were in his arms. He had always been seen as an asset because of his skill, always being told how valuable he was in that respect. But you saw him as a person, and not only did you tolerate it, but you cherished it. You made him proud to be himself.

"You too, in ways you can't even imagine. Good night, y/n."

~

Despite the way it started, the international and Christmas break was rather uneventful. Your little "sleepover" with Gavi saw the two of you sleeping in until 1pm, a rare occurrence for the both of you. Usually you both had too much going on, both on the schedule and in your minds, to sleep for such prolonged times. Wiser minds might have stopped and questioned why being in each others' arms brought a wash of such immense peace, but alas. There was no such reflection. Only waking up in the middle of the day, exchanging awkward smiled before getting up to change. Gavi had awoken with your leg draped across him and half an erection, causing him to bolt for the bathroom when you turned to check your phone. He wanted to say something - anything - about the night before. But he had promised to "forget", sealing his lips until further notice.

He turned the shower to the coldest setting, trying to stay silent as he killed his hard-on in the least loving way possible. You took the opportunity to slip into your sweats from the night before, and putting Gavi's t-shirt back on. Yours still had bubbled blood from the events and peroxide of the previous night. As you sorted out your hair, Gavi emerged from the bathroom, towel slung around his hips, showing off his toned chest and deep V once again. You lifted yourself and turned to face the wall, looking up at the Lord through the ceiling and asking why you were being faced with such temptation.

"Don't look." Pablo instructed, and you heard the towel thud to the floor. It make your cheeks burn and you crossed your legs tightly. You tried to think of anything else to stop yourself from taking your medical history with Gavi and constructing a complete mental image.

"Pedri is going to ... do you want a clean shirt?" Gavi asked, now in a clean sweatshirt and jeans. There was something about seeing you in his clothes that made him borderline insane. He couldn't tell if he needed you to stop, or needed you to do it every day.

"Oh, no, this one is fine. Thanks again - I'll wash it and return it as soon as I can."

"You can keep it." Gavi replied, turning back to his closet. The last thing he needed was to become aroused whenever he saw the folded shirt in his house. He grabbed a sweatshirt and tossed it to you as well.

"Are you donating clothes to me now? My salary isn't that bad, Pablo." You laughed out as you caught it.

"It's December, doctora. You should know that it's not great to go out in the cold. Your hoodie is still in your car, so wear this for now. Speaking of - Pedri is on his way over. He's gonna drive your car back to your place, and we'll take his. That way you never need to go near that dick's house again."

You slipped the green sweatshirt over your head, and were instantly attacked with the smell of body wash and cologne. Gavi had worn this recently. You brought the sleeves up and took a deep breath again before rushing downstairs to follow Gavi. It was a one time occurrence - you wouldn't allow yourself to get close to Pablo like this again. You were coworkers, first and foremost.

The two of you climbed into Pedri's car, you in the driver's seat and Gavi in the passenger, fingers trembling as you took the familiar turns. You stopped about a block away, dropping Pedri off, and driving off to the café the three of you had agreed to meet at to avoid any chance of being followed. You made idle conversation with Gavi, the two of you feeling the obvious tension. Pedri brought you your car, and you left the boys, giving them both a quick hug goodbye before going home to process the insane 24 hours you just had.

The boys were headed back to Gavi's to pack before heading to Madrid for national team training. On the way home, Pablo bounced his leg, biting his lip and furrowing his eyebrows more than usual.

"Hermano," Pedri started, "whatever you need to say, please just say it."

"But I'm not supposed to."

"Then stop with the fucking anxious ticks! Either speak or stay silent, but don't drive me crazy. It's a long day." Pedri ended his scolding with a light laugh. He knew Pablo better than anyone, and could tell it was only a matter of time before the younger boy started to spill his guts. Gavi wanted to stay strong, holding the promise he made to you extra close to his heart and his honor, and picked up his phone to pass the time. He opened up his twitter, refreshing the feed.

"Oh fuck. I'm in trouble."

Yes, the break was rather uneventful. You filled your time with studying, revising medical plans, and watching the international matches on TV. You tried your best to stay inside to avoid seeing anybody. You were still mourning the end of your relationship with Martin. Despite the confirmation that Martin was borderline clinically insane, it still weighed heavily on you, day by day, that you had once again been cheated on. That you had once again molded yourself into the absolutely closest thing to perfection, and had again fallen short. The winter weather also made you more lethargic, less keen to go outside and interact with others. And finally, you were terrified of anyone on the street recognizing you.

In hindsight, you should have made Pedri just walk and get your car. Or you should have waited until you knew Martin wasn't home and done it yourself. Because the thing about Pedri's lush green mini Cooper was that is was one of the most recognized cars in Spain, and so girls would flock to every single one they saw. His car had been posted enough for the most dedicated to have the license plate committed to memory. So driving around in such a recognizable car with the most sought-after footballer in Spain might not have been the best idea - especially during the day when the window tints weren't as effective. It took less than an hour for you and Gavi's pictures to be circulated around fan accounts, with people commenting on everything. The fact that you were driving, the hoodie you were wearing, the way that Gavi looked at you- the list was endless.

It took another 4 hours for people to figure out who you were. @gaviraconcubine on twitter had thankfully recognized you as one of the physios from game clips, and informed the rest of the rabid mob. Some had been satisfied with the answer, while others believed this an even more damning piece of information.

@gaviraconcubine: ok so the girl Gavi was with in the car is one of the barca physios - all the squad follows her + some shots of her on the field ! Gavi nation we're safe ;P

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@barcabarcabarca : guys shes literally a staff member???? gavi cant talk to female staff now wtf

@mrspgavira : if he ignored all of us to fall in love with the first ugly ass girl he bumped into at work ill take a swim with a toaster

@88rizzing : so she just started w barca this szn and got gavi? alexa play mastermind

@loonastansbrazil : more drivers for gavi!! she too old to be his girl

Barca staff were on public record, and so by the end of the day, your social media, school, and entire life history had been published on social media for people to scrutinize. It had sent you spiraling, suddenly being at the center of extreme amounts of attention from teen girls and 45-year old Barca stans alike.

[Pablo]: hey

[Pablo]: im rlly sorry about all the stuff online

[Pablo]: it should all die down soon. will be done at 9pm and I can call you

So that's what you did. Cook, clean, study, watch football, and get in disguise if you ever needed to go out. You spent your evenings chatting with Gavi. First it was about the media circus that you two were going through.

"It'll die down eventually. I'll stand too close to another girl and then everybody will leave you alone."

"Or accuse you of being a cheater."

"Has enough time passed for us to make cheating jokes?"

But as your fears started to ease an your mentions dried up, the conversations went back to the casual, playful tone that always filled the air whenever you and Gavi conversed. It was easier to talk to Gavi than it was with anyone else. You still spoke to your other friends, checking in on Angelika periodically over text, but no one could fill an hour FaceTime call like Gavi could, making it feel like mere minutes. Often, the two of you were both lounging, you on your couch and him in whatever hotel bed the national team had provided. As the days went on, you grew more comfortable answering the phone sans makeup, showing the most natural parts of yourself to who was shaping up quickly to be your closest friend.

Returning to work after the break may have been harder than the break itself. The office was abuzz with the rumors about you and Gavi. For the first few days, you ignored all the chatter. You had seen enough online to know that not knowing was always better. You didn't care what anyone said about you, as long as you proved you were an asset to the team. That is until Antonio came into your office one day with a sealed envelope. He was finishing up with some loose ends in Barcelona, before making his way to the UK to start in Manchester after the January transfer window had closed. He walked into your office, a large manila envelope in hand, and placed it on your desk.

"What's this?" You asked, peering at it from behind your glasses. Antonio was not one to make jokes or pull pranks, so it confused you to see him now, giggling in your office like a school girl.

"Oh this? Nothing important. Just a backup plan. Now it's my turn to ask the questions." He said, coming around and sitting atop your desk.

"Is it true that you're sleeping with Gavi?"

~

It had been a long time since you had seethed with this much rage. First, shock and embarrassment flooded your veins, freezing you in place, leaving you like a deer in headlights before the question. Antonio's ringing laugh is what pulled you out of your trance. You quickly denied the rumor, stating that you and Gavi were friends, but everything remained strictly professional.

"We heard you went to his house after the last home game before the break, and didn't leave until the following day, and wearing his clothes as well! You don't have to lie to me, I won't tell Dr. G or Xavi. So how was he?"

You promptly instructed Antonio to get the hell out of your office, and you made a move to head to the practice field. How dare Gavi: tell people you slept together when you did nothing of the sort. Well, you did something of the sort, but not in that way! Your job was already in jeopardy as it was, and it didn't help your case to be allegedly sleeping with one of the players. Talk about acts that increase favoritism. As you turned to corner to head to the field, you were met with a hard chest instead. Looking up, you saw the one face you had been trying to avoid all week: Ferran.

"My favorite little nurse. I haven't seen you since before the break. How have you been?" His arms were crossed over his chest, smirk and arrogance across his face. He blocked your path, and you sighed before responding.

"I don't have time to chat, Ferran. I was headed to the practice field to speak to-"

"Gavi? Yeah, I don't think so. My hamstrings need work. You're coming with me."

You followed closely behind, annoyance bubbling in your throat as you followed Ferran to your office. He laid on the examination bed as you closed the door, using the small sink to wash your hands, and donning a pair of clean gloves as he rolled up his shorts and laid on his stomach.

"So sad to hear about you and Martin, y/n. You two really did make a cute couple. I saw him at the end of the break - he's really looking quite worse for wear."

Uncapping your athletic salve, you started working the mixture between your fingers before moving to Ferran's thigh.

"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you're a cheater. Usually quite a deal-breaker in a relationship."

You had resolved no to speak to the striker on your table, knowing that everything he said would only egg you on further, creating more opportunities for you to slip up and be unemployed. But there was something in you that Martin had broken, no, stolen, that made staying silent astronomically more difficult than it had been. So your tongue release from your cheek quicker than you could process, and you steeled yourself once again to work on his legs. What were his legs even tired from? It's not like he was playing regularly.

"You know that there's more than one way to cheat on a person, right?" Ferran questioned, folding his arms to get more comfortable on the table. You shifted your eyes to look at him, one brow raised in confusion. Your lip curled up in disgust, and again your found yourself speaking without intention.

"I don't want to hear about all the different ways he cheated on me. I know you two are friends or whatever, but I'm not interested in the rest of his dirty laundry."

"I'm not talking about Martin. The other cheater in question is you."

Movements slowing, you locked eyes with Ferran, who held your gaze with confidence - like he was holding all the cards, and you were none the wiser.

"I didn't go around sleeping with other people while I was in a committed relationship." You deadpanned, not enjoying how the morning was progressing.

"Right, that was Martin - how unoriginal if you both did the same thing. He went around and slept with a couple other girls to satisfy his base desires. It's bad, but what you did is much worse, little nurse."

You tore your gaze away from Ferran, working his legs with new vigor, restraining yourself from just grabbing onto the flesh and squeezing until he screamed out in pain.

"This is not a professional topic of conversation and you shouldn't bring it into the workplace." You replied, but your voice had started to waiver.

"Oh yes it is, because it revolves around one of your coworkers. While Martin was out working and training an doing other things - or other people - you were also being unfaithful. Sure you didn't sleep with someone, but you were in a 'committed relationship', as you put it, when you started to fall for Pablito."

You pulled your hands away from Ferran like he had spontaneously combust, running from the flames. The look of bewilderment was not one you could suppress in that moment. Your throat had gone completely dry, but you knew the longer you remained silent, the more Ferran would interpret it as a confirmation of his theory.

"That's - it's not true. Gavi and I are coworkers, friends if you really want to push it. It's highly inappropriate for you to assume otherwise. Look I know you want me to lose-"

"Lose your job?" Ferran laughed callously. "Oh no, hermosa. I love seeing you run around here in those tight scrubs, hair pulled back - you're like my own personal masseuse. I just hate when some people get special treatment. And you and Pablito haven't exactly been subtle."

"There's nothing going on between-"

"Bullshit. What kind of employee is willing to come in early and work unpaid hours for just another member of the squad? He's the only one with your personal number. You drive him home after practice. Everyone knows that those hours he spends locked away after national team training, he's talking to you. For fuck's sake, you hadn't even been broken up with Martin for a day before you spent the night at his place!"

Eyes locked with the floor, your breathing quickened as Ferran's words too root in you. Did everyone think this way? Was it a common assumption that you harbored "special feelings" for Gavi? He continued without allowing you to recover.

"So you can get on your high horse and spew your woes about how your boyfriend slept with someone else. But you let little Pablito get access to the deepest, most intimate parts of your soul, and despite having a boyfriend, you let yourself love him. You let yourself love Gavi the night you watched him throw up outside the club, young and stupid and delirious, and yet you let Martin think he had a chance to be your man, your one, your soulmate. That's what most people would call emotional cheating. And it still makes you a shit person."

Your temples pounded, headache coming on from the lack of air in your system. You couldn't do anything, couldn't move, couldn't process the information being thrown at your brain. Had Ferran been present that first night at the club half a year ago? Had someone else remembered you, recounting the details to everyone involved? Did Gavi know that you were there, and had seen him in that state? Antonio's question from earlier flashed in your mind, and though you had assumed Gavi's lips had gotten loose, the real culprit was sitting in front of you buttered like a turkey. Everything else would have to wait - because you might lose your job if you didn't get this question answered.

"Have you been telling people I slept with Gavi?" You asked, the pain in your voice clinging to every word.

"I haven't been telling people anything that isn't true. I may have mentioned to a couple of the second-team players that you and Martin had broken up. I may have also mentioned that when I went to console my physically and emotionally battered friend, I watched you and Gavi leave his house, together, and you were in his clothes. Well, I didn't really need to provide that one, did I? The pictures are everywhere. And maybe there was a thing or two about how Martin has always been wary of Pablito, who seemed to always go out of his way to be at your beck and call. People connected their own dots."

"What the fuck is your problem with me?" You asked, voice desperate as you ripped of your gloves, coming around the table to face the slippery eel that was Ferran Torres directly.

"Why can you not stand the sight of me so much that you need me to lose everything I've worked for my whole life?"

The smirk was glued to his face, and the mal intent in his eyes burned brighter than ever.

"Just because I like watching you squirm. And if they fire you, it's no worry to me at all. The team managers are already embracing this 'diversity' thing, so another bubbly, bouncy little thing in scrubs will be in swiftly to take your place."

Ferran got up, readjusting his training uniform and making his way to the door. You couldn't speak. All you wanted to do was curl into a ball behind your desk. The entire staff thought you were sleeping with Gavi, and the thoughts spiraled onward. Did they think that's why you hadn't gotten fired after Ferran's complaint? Did anyone think you were qualified beyond just a toy for one of the players?

"I would steer clear of Gavi, hermosa. No more late drives, no more sleepovers. Rumor has it, word's gotten all the way up to Xavi. Would hate to have to give him confirmation that you two are more than friends. Because then you'd be looking for physio jobs in the village football teams."

"But we're not." You replied, voice strained and broken.

"Then keep it that way."

~

Since Pedri's nonexistent project with Adidas had ended, he was back to giving Gavi rides. It's not that he minded - the younger boy was always talkative and good company. But It was the waiting around that made Pedri want to scream. For the entire time they had been on international leave, you were the only thing Pablo thought about and spoke of, filling any silent moments sending messages to as a precursor for your nightly calls. Pedri was mistaken in thinking this teenage lovesick behavior would cease once they returned to Cam Nou.

Every day after practice, Gavi would move at the most glacial, snail-like pace just to time his exit with yours, accompanying you on the walk to your car. Today was no different. As Gavi took his time in the locker room doing Lord knows what, Pedri caught a glimpse of you speeding down the corridor. He wanted to greet you, to ask if you were okay, but he couldn't get the words out before you rushed past him. He turned into the locker room and yelled at his passanger.

"Hurry up hermano! She already left!"

[6 Missed Calls]: Gavi

You ignored the buzz of your phone on your table as you curled into yourself, tears streaming down your face. It was beyond what you could bear. You had sacrificed so much throughout your life to get the "dream" you were supposed to be living now: perfect life in a perfect city, with your perfect job and perfect friends. But all of it had been set ablaze. Your apartment had never felt lonelier or colder, as you looked at the chairs that had never been used, the floor that only you walked on. Since leaving America you found yourself with few to no friends. You never went out or saw anyone, dedicating yourself to excelling in your program. The only friend you ever had over was Angelika, and even she had not graced your home for weeks upon weeks. You had isolated yourself from everyone to make sure you were perfect at work - never tired or hungover, never a thread or hair out of place. Now you were friendless and single, curled up on your couch, cursing every decision you had ever made.

The last person you wanted to see or speak to was Pablo. Pablo, who had entered your life so suddenly, and taken up residence in your brain and heart, was the sole common thread between everything crumbling around you. You willed yourself to be angry with him. You tried your hardest to blame him for every misfortune that had come your way. Your lack of friends, many of whom distanced themselves when you started working for Barca under a perception that you were "too good for them". Your waning relationship with Angelika, which began when Pablo started to tunnel his way into your life, consuming more and more of your time. Your failed relationship with Martin, which was perfectly stale and stable before Gavi showed you what it was really like to be made a priority. The current precarious state of your job, it was his fault, because of his consistent fighting with Ferran, which provoked him to file his empty complaint.

You wanted to curse Gavi and the day you had met him, but you couldn't do it. You couldn't bring yourself to even have an ill thought about Pablo. All you could do was curse yourself. You had known deep down for so long how you really felt. From that night you spoke to him in the club, identity yet unknown, but all his vulnerability on display, you had known that there was something pulling you into his orbit. You had known that the hoops you jumped through for him were special, and not inconveniences you would shoulder for anyone else. You had known when you searched for him on the field, in your contacts, in your subconscious that no one would ever bring you this much peace. His eyes, his words, the energy that radiated from him were rarities, seen once in a lifetime, and often squandered by those to late to grab them. And so you sat on your couch, tears pouring down your face as the realization enveloped you, too great to hide any longer: Pablo Paez Gavira was your best friend, and you were heart-achingly, soul-crushingly in love with him, but you would never be able to do anything about it.

Gavi had given up after 6 missed calls and 18 unanswered text messages. He knew that you would call him when you were ready to do so, but the anxiety gnawed at him nonetheless. He couldn't stand the thought of you upset, and would move heaven and earth just to make sure you were doing fine. He was currently checking his phone for notifications ever 30-45 seconds, leg once again bouncing - much to Pedri's dismay. The two of them, accompanied by Alejandro and Eric, were at a restaurant catching up with some friends. Gavi paid no mind to anyone. He was too preoccupied to engage in idle conversation. Rather, he just wanted to hear the sound of your voice -no , your breathing even, to calm his worries.

He felt a tap on his shoulder, tearing his gaze away from the screen. A short blond stood before him - one of Eric's friends - and she spoke directly to him, asking questions about his age and if he also played for the club. Unhappy with the interruption, Gavi gave quick and curt responses, trying to avoid a prolonged conversation. This did not deter the girl, who introduced herself as Jacinta, from getting Gavi's undivided attention, as she sat beside him, legs pressed against each other, and rested a hand on his thigh. Before he could react, he heard the gasp of his name, swiveling around to find several teenage girls huddled by the front of the restaurant, phones out and whispering to each other. Gavi had lost his appetite, excusing himself and taking a taxi back to his, checking his phone frequently as he prayed for you to give him any indication that you were alive.

Your phone rang once again, and the tone echoing through your apartment was one you welcomed eagerly: Angelika's. You had not heard from her in the last month, trying to give her enough space to do her work, while still reminding her you were there for support.

"Angelika! It's so good to hear from you."

"I'm moving to Paris."

Your face fell as you turned the words over in your mind.

"You're...what?"

You sat up on the phone, listening to Angelika explain how she had impressed her colleagues, being promoted to their Paris office to work on more couture and avant-garde looks. She gushed about what an amazing opportunity it was as you tried to stop yourself from throwing up. How was it that you were losing everything in your life all at once.

"That's so amazing, Ange."

That was all you could muster, deciding to be a good friend and leave your worries and fears to the side, letting her bask in the triumph of her accomplishment. You responded with how proud you were, how much she deserved this, and how you knew she would do amazing things.

"Does Gavi have a girlfriend?"

The sudden mention of Gavi's name alone was enough to knock the wind out of you, but the context of the question really threatened to have you spill your guts on the rug.

"Not that I know of." You said, the feeling of dread dripping into your gut like tar.

"One of the Barca fan pages just posted a pic of him with some girl at dinner. Look I just sent it. I didn't know he was old enough to be getting girls like that. You two are friends, right?"

Your eyes were instantly drawn to the blonde girl's hand on Gavi's thigh. She wasn't his girlfriend. If anyone were to know that Gavi were in a committed relationship, it would be you. But this knowledge didn't help the wounded feeling that settled into you. You were home, pining after this little footballer, as he effortlessly flirted with other women. You were once again in pieces over a man that did not think of you the way you thought of him.

"Yeah, we're friends, I guess."

You would never be more than Gavi's physiotherapist and someone he occasionally sent Tiktoks to. Gavi was a deity in his field, a name that struck fear and respect in the hearts of the opposition. He was a symbol of the next generation of football royalty, and a man that could have any woman at his feet with a lick of his lips and a wave of his hand. This is what he was destined for: days in the spotlight, photographs with mysterious beauties, and a loyal fanbase that worshipped his every move. None of that involved you: an employee. Why would he want you? There was nothing you could give him that didn't come in a prettier package. He would never look at you as more than a friend, because you walked with the common crowd, and he was among the elite. Gavi could have any girl that he wants, and it was obvious he didn't want you.

You moved from the couch and walked to your table, waking up the computer that sat upon it. You glanced at the envelope Antonio had slid to you earlier, and thought about his offer. What did you have left? You typed a quick email to Xavi requesting a brief meeting the following morning, before heading to bed, trying to sleep away the suffocating feeling that clung to you.

~

Gavi was at your office door when you walked in the following morning, despite you arriving 20 minutes earlier than usual. His arms were crossed, face scrunched in worry, but his features relaxed when you walked to the door. He tried to help you with your belongings, but you refused. You exchanged a dry good morning before entering your office, avoiding his gaze. He asked how you were feeling, and if anything had happened the previous day. Eyes glued to your computer, you responded shortly, informing him that everything was fine and that you had a meeting with Xavi you needed to prepare for.

"Doctora, did I do something?"

You finally looked at Gavi, taking in his pained expression. It hurt in ways medicine understand for you to be freezing him out like this, and yet, all you could do was think about the image of Gavi coupled with Ferran's words. Was it worth it to risk everything for someone who would never be yours? You shook you head, informing him again that everything was fine. Everything was far from fine: you felt like you had been thrown off a cliff, your sense of purpose and direction and meaning in life shattered. But you didn't want to burden Gavi with this knowledge. So you stood and collected your folders, lips pursed tightly. You would just have to pretend that you weren't desperate to confess to Pablo that he was the reason that you breathed air, and that you were focused on your meeting and nothing else.

He was not satisfied with your answer. Gavi searched for your eyes, trying to understand what he could have possibly done wrong to get you to change on him so quickly - to become so cold. But you refused to meet his gaze, and he was left to his own theories. Had the rumors of you two together repulsed you from him? Were you unable to look him in the eye now that someone had put the thought in your head that you two could be more than friends? Had you finally decided you were too mature and good for him? He had chewed his lips and inner cheek all night pondering these possibilities.

"Please, y/n, if I did something, let me make it right."

"Gavi." Bad sign. You never called him Gavi when you were happy with him. Gavi was his official name in the team, the professional term you addressed him by. His stomach sank, and everything in him screamed to take you into his arms, not letting you go until he once again heard the sweet sound of "Pablo" drip from your lips like honey.

You wanted to grab him and shake him, scream at him, and cry into his shoulder. You wanted to tell him that there was no way for him to make it right, unless he was ready to have you, wholly and completely, never letting you go no matter the consequences. You wanted to tell him the only thing that could fix it was the one thing you could never ask for: his love.

"I need you... to stay away from me for a while."

Gavi could swear e felt his heart crack in two. What could he have possibly done? What heinous crime had he committed that made you need such a high degree of separation. He had been right there: he had you in his arms, laid on his chest, and heartbeat synching with his own. Now, everything was slipping through his fingers like fine sand, and he was watching you disappear before his very eyes.

"Not because I'm angry with you, but I just... need space."

Gavi could do nothing but stare, mouth agape, begging every power that be for this to be a cruel joke. But you continued to shuffle your papers, and the punchline never came. Before he could form a response, a knock resounded from the door, and Xavi walked into the office.

"Gavi, you're here early." He said, eyebrow raised at you in suspicion. The young footballer swallowed this hurt and his pride, clearing his throat to speak.

"Yeah, just came to get some more medical tape. Doctora y/l/n told me we have some in the locker room. I'll be going now."

Gave left your office, shutting the door behind him, but he could not move. He leaned against the wall, trying to fill his lungs with air, but the breaths he took didn't feel like enough. Tears pricked at his eyes, and he was reminded of his childhood, when the other boys would bully him and push him around the field. That was the last time he properly cried of pain. It was happening now, for the first time in 11 years, but this was a different kind of pain. There were needles pricking every inch of his skin, and he could do nothing except let the pain overtake him. What could he have possibly done to push you away?

He was taken out of his thoughts by the sound of Xavi's voice through the door. He knew he shouldn't have been listening, but he needed to hear you. He needed to listen to you speak, hear the normalcy in your voice, if he ever wanted to move from that God forsaken spot in front of your door.

"-a little late notice. You should try and schedule further in advance for coming meetings." Xavi said. It was unusual for Gavi to hear you be scolded. When had you asked to meet him?

"I apologize, mister, but it was all some very late occurrences, and I didn't want to delay."

"Alright then, go ahead."

"As you know, we are about 10 days into the January transfer window, and while players are getting offers from all over, this is also the time when clubs try and change staff."

Pablo put a hand over his mouth to cover any sounds he made and prevent himself from vomiting. He didn't like where this was going.

"Yes, I'm aware." Xavi responded. "Antonio is leaving us during this window."

"Exactly. That's actually what I wanted to speak to you about. Antonio, as we all know, is a very talented physiotherapist and sports medic, meaning he got offers from a number of clubs. He received a position as head of physiotherapy at Chelsea, which he had to reject obviously to join Man City. Yesterday, he graciously got the offer forwarded to me."

"Miss y/n, please clarify your intentions. I am not very good at understanding subtext." Xavi laughed out.

"Yes sir. I'll be direct then: I am considering leaving F.C. Barcelona at the end of the transfer window."

~~~~~~~

A/N: guys pls don't kill me I'm sorry for the end (not rlly lol). I hope you all enjoyed what is officially the longest part of the series to date!! Got close to my 15k goal, but not there yet - maybe in the next part. My hands are actually cramping from all the writing this is borderline self-inflicted torture lol. Did y'all catch the subtle title/ lyric references? As usual, please leave thoughts, feedback, predictions, etc. in the replies - I love reading all of them so much!!! Esp watching the way people think the story is going to progress because sometimes y'all are spot on and sometimes y'all are wayyyy off and I'm like "wait that would actually be a great plot for another series". Anyways love you all and hope you enjoy!! Part 8??? She's gonna be intense y'all.

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Never Enough

Request: "Can you do 7 and 9 from prompts list for John b? Angst with happy ending. An idea for plot: John b is in love with insecure reader, who can't see why he is in love" 

Prompts:

7. "Please just leave me alone,” “I can’t.”

&  9. "I got your message.”

I hope this is something like you were imagining, I had fun writing this one! Thank you for requesting!! Sorry for the delay I just finished finals, hoping to get out some more requests soon. <3

Warnings: angst, fluff, insecure!reader, female!reader, arguing, kinda long

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“She was so hot bro. What’s wrong with you?”

Y/N’s hand was raised in the air about to open the Chateau door but you stopped yourself after hearing JJ and John B talking.

”Nothin man,” John B groaned, fidgeting with bandana around his neck as JJ teased him.

”No seriously, what was it?” JJ wiggled his eyebrows, bouncing around the front room with energy. 

John B sighed knowing JJ wouldn’t quit unless he was satisfied with his answer. “She was..”

Y/N held her breath in anticipation. You've had your eyes on John B since you were all kids, but always thought there was no way he'd feel about you in that way. Even before the no pouge on pouge marking rule started. And why would he? You weren't anything special, you’d been convinced of that.

”She couldn’t keep a conversation.”

JJ scoffed, “And? You don’t need to be having a conversation with her when she's - “ 

“JJ.” John B cut him off, giving him a stern look. JJ took a pause and caught what John B was trying to say. He wasn’t interest in any of the girls on the island, only one girl had his heart. And all of the other pouges knew but you.

But you weren’t paying attention to anything going on inside after JJ implied how gorgeous this random girl really was. Prettier than me, you thought. John B deserved someone like that, someone like Sarah Cameron status. There was no chance he’d feel the same way about you; you didn't even think you were as funny or carefree as someone like Kie, someone who actually has a shot with him.

And it wasn't like you wanted to compare yourself to your other best friend, but it was something you couldn't help. You've always done it with everything. Whether it was being smart or having the right body type, it was like you could never amount to any other person.  It's gotten to the point that you couldn't fathom any guy on the island looking in your direction. Unaware to John B mad dogging any guy who tried to flirt with you at any of the annual boneyard parties or got into literal fights with guys who talked about you vulgarly in school. 

”Y/N, hey!” John B opened the chateau door and saw your surprised face seeing him appear right before you. “What you waiting out here for?” He gave her a bright smile and never looked away from your e/c eyes.

Y/N let out a shaky breath and quickly put on a tight smile. “Just waiting for you girls to finish getting ready.” You joked her heart fluttering hearing John B’s big laugh. Y/N peered over his shoulder to see JJ staring at the two with mischievous eyes. “You got the cooler, right?”

You turned around quickly, hoping that you covered your uneasiness well. You never wanted them to know the kind of thoughts you had swirling around in your head, it would be just another thing to be seen as less than. 

JJ carelessly grabbed the cooler off the ground and began to follow after the girl who already started walking down to the HMS Pouge. “Yes, Mrs. Rout -“

John B elbowed him in the gut causing JJ to stagger with loud groans. He smirked to himself before jogging down the grass to catch up with you.

He untied the boat before climbing on and offering a hand to you. “You look beautiful today, sweet girl.”

Your checks turned a bright red, causing John B’s smile to widen even further. You held his hand and stepped up onto the boat giving him quiet “thank you”.

John B say himself in the drivers seat, heading off to meet with Pope and Kie once JJ finally hopped on. He was coming up with ways to finally come clean and tell you how he feels. But was so oblivious how your sad eyes focused on the water, thinking how there was no way John B was serious. 

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

Once you all met up with the other two pouges at the Wreck, you excused yourself to use the restroom. The other four pouges continued eating the free food Kiara's dad reluctantly gave them after some convincing.

"So," Kiara faced John B, the other two boys following as well. "How are you going to tell her?" 

He froze and the french fry in his mouth went limp. His eyes darted to your figure entering the women's bathroom. "I'm not sure yet."

"You're not sure yet?" She scoffed. Pope nodding along next to her.

"I think you should do it pouge style." JJ shook John B's shoulder, grinning like a fool. 

"I think JJ might be onto something," Pope paused to give JJ a look. "But not in a stupid way like he's thinking."

"Oh, come on man. Girls love adventure."

John B chuckled, pursing his lips once he swallowed his meal. "What are you guys suggesting?"

"Well, we were thinking you could take her out on the Pouge for a late night boat ride." Kiara spoke for both her and Pope. John B's eyebrows rose in shock, they really had been thinking about this. 

"And then when the time is right you just tell her how you feel." Pope finished.

"Do you guys really think she'll say yes to being my girlfriend? I mean we've been friends forever - "

Kie cut him off, "You've been in love with her forever. And it's no secret."

He rubbed his mouth and jaw as he took in what she said. John B was so deeply in love with you and the only thing holding him back was the fear of you not wanting him. Once the pouges start pointing out your own feelings towards him, he began seeing it himself so he knew he was being silly. But it still was a fear regardless.

The boy looked down the hallway to see you finally making your way back towards them. The sun shining through the windows of the restaurant lit up your unique features he spent countless nights dreaming about. You caught eyes with him and both of you couldn't stop the shy smiles and subconscious thoughts from forming.

God, she's everything. 

I wonder if he's thinking about that girl.

_ _ _ _

7:08 pm

Bird: Hey wanna go out on the pouge, just us?

Bird: I'll bring snacks

Y/N let out a laugh as the texts popped up on your screen. All five of you had gone out the day before, but the hot sun beating down on you was making you miss it already. Plus you just got done from a day of delivering groceries. 

7:10 pm

Sweet girl: Sounds good to me!

7:11 pm

Bird: Sweet :)

You got ready, throwing all your clothing around your room as you tried to find a good outfit and just decided you'd pick it up once you got home. John B said he'd be there in just twenty minutes after his initial text, so you were rushing to fix your hair and makeup next.

Once you were finally ready you walked down your unkept backyard to wait for him to come by on the Pouge. Which wouldn't be long since you could already see him heading towards you, with one hand waving in the air.

You laughed again, he was such a goof. Plus so easy on the eyes, and always made you feel like you had a place in the world with him. It was what made you start to fall for him in the first place.

"You ready?" He called out while pulling to the edge of the bank so you could get on. Trying to gently park, even though it bounced off the bank a little bit. 

Y/n laughed, "Y'know I always am." Looking inside the boat you saw the snacks in picnic baskets you've never seen at the Chateau. You didn't even think John knew where they would be sold on the island. Also some blankets that weren't brought out often, only for when you all stayed out after it got dark. You stepped on with a smile and took a seat on the bench nearest to his seat. 

He sent you one back before he sped off into the marina.

_ _ _

The two of you spent the next hour, almost two now, just swimming, eating and dancing. You both hadn't just hung out alone together in quite some time since all of the pouges had mostly the same schedule. But it was really nice, didn't help your crush one bit but you'd always be able to see him as your friend first. No matter how upset that could make you.

You wrapped the blanket around your body, now dried off and wore John B's shirt he offered you. And he insisted through all your, "no, it's okay," or "I'm fine." 

"So.." He started to say, sitting on the floor of the boat shirtless. He looked up at you, squinting just a little bit from the sun setting behind your figure. "There's something I've been needing to tell you."

"What is it?" You bit your lip, you could see his nervous but serious body language and it scared you a little bit to be honest. 

He sucked in a deep breath, sitting up a little bit straighter as he gained the courage. "We've been friends forever, you're one of the most important people in my life and I wouldn't want anything to mess that up. And so I just need you to know that no matter what, that's what I care about most, okay?"

Oh god, he knows. Y/N's body froze. Hundreds of thoughts crossed your mind, but thinking that he knew about your unrequited crush was the most present. You couldn't help but dread the rejection that was coming. "Look, John - "

"Y/N, please.. Just - you understand that, right?" He interrupted her, slowly moving closer to her to put a hand on yours. The other one holding the blanket in death grip around yourself. 

You sighed, fighting off the tears you felt making their way to be seen. "Yeah, I understand."

He awkwardly let out a sigh of relief and a smile, still not letting go of your hand. "I love you, Y/N."

You furrowed your eyebrows, and shook your head in confusion. "O-okay..? I love you too John B but I don't get - "

"No, Y/n. I'm in love with you, in that 'love you' type of way. You've been the only one on my mind for so long and I've just been scared - I don't even know why really. But I was and I felt I needed to say it now before it was too late."

Your mouth dropped at the rambling confession. What? You tried to form words but your lips just shaped "O" before falling back to it's shocked state. He had to be lying, someone must have said something to him and now they're all making bets to whether or not she'd think he'd be capable of loving someone like her. How could I be so stupid. No one on the island has been interested in me, now John B says he does? I don't buy it. 

You moved your hand away from his to push your hair out of your face as you tried to figure out what was going on. "Wh-why are you doing this? It's not funny."

"Funny? What are you talking about, sweet girl?" He asked, shifting his weight to his knees as you began to get up and walk over to where the rest of your clothes were. He watched as you faced away from him to peel off his shirt, throw it to the ground before putting on your big t shirt and jean cut off shorts. He quickly tried to keep up and jumped off the floor. "Y/n, talk to me."

You huffed, rubbing your hands on your face. You could feel his warmth behind you, but it just made you even more sad. You'd expect this kind of behavior from some random kook on the island, but John B was supposed to be your safe heaven. He had always protected you from the bad things in life. But this? Pretending to like you to see what you'd say, making you feel like someone out there could love you? This was just plain cruel.

"This is a new low, John B.."

His heart shattered, what was so wrong of him? He knew if he said anything there was a chance you'd freak and actually not like him back. Now the girl of his dreams rejected him and he lost his best friend. Great thinking, guys. 

"Y/N please, can we just talk about this - "

You turned around, brushing past him to take a seat further away from the driver seat. You spared him no look, oblivious to the way you broke his heart back. "I just want to go home."

He stood broken, tears shinning in his eyes as he realized you couldn't even look at him anymore. John B swallowed the lump in his throat before bending down to grab his discarded shirt to put it on. Once on, he started the boat and headed back towards your house without a word. 

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

10:49 pm 

Bird: Please answer me

Bird: I can't just leave things like that

6:52 am

Bird: I know I freaked you out but I can't lose you

3:33 pm

Bird: When we were kids I promised I'd never lie or hurt you intentionally. I haven't broken that 

3:35 pm

Bird: You're killing me sweet girl.. 

14 missed calls from Bird.

You tossed your phone on your bed for the umpteenth time today. John B wouldn't stop calling or texting you ever since you basically jumped out of his boat the night before. 

He knew your sleeping schedule and had the decency to not call you from 12 at night to 9 in the morning to not bug you. 

You just didn't get it. None of it made sense, really. 

1. There was no crowd of people to be in on the joke. And 2. John B was so apologetic and concerned for you - why would he agree to do something like that?

But you couldn't wrap your head around him being genuine either. That was just a fairy tale dream of yours you drilled into your head years ago.

Your phone lit up again.

8:14 pm

Bird: Screw it

Bird: I'm coming over

Not even ten minutes later, the Twinkie came flying down the uneven road towards your house. He jumped out of the van, before stomping through the grassy backyard. He started to make his way up to your bedroom window, remember exactly which step to take to make it in undetected by your parents.

"I got your message." You spoke first, standing a quite few feet away from him  near your back door with your arms crossed. "Did you really need to come all this way?"

"I'm sorry I - " He stuttered, letting himself drop down to the ground so he wasn't scaling the side of your house anymore. You startled him, and to be honest with himself, he didn't think you'd even let him go near you nonetheless be waiting outside for him. "I don't know exactly what to say except that I never want you to look at me the way you did yesterday. I never wanted to hurt you." 

"Yeah well think of that before you try to pull something like that ever again."

He started to take cautious steps toward you, careful not to scare you off again. "Pull what? Tell you that I love you?"

You shake your head, your arms swinging in front of you exasperated. "God, stop saying that!"

"Why, huh? You think this is some sort of joke to me?"

"Yes! And you don't have to keep pretending, I already see through your bullshit."

"Bullshit?" His eyes are teary and wide, stepping even closer to you now. You're too caught up in your distraught emotions to notice. "You think how I feel is bullshit?"

You gulped your response. You were so blinded by your own insecurities that you ignored this man practically yelling back at your face that he loves you. You blinked and took in his clearly upset form. At the end of his sentence his voice was wavering and it made your heart clench seeing him this sad and angry. It was too late anyways.

"I know it is. Someone like you couldn't love someone like me.." You sniffled and turned around to head towards the back door. "Please just leave me alone."

Your hand grabbed the doorknob but his bigger hand fell on top of yours before you could twist it open. You felt his body warmth right behind you. You stared straight ahead as tears started to fall down your cheeks, and his hand slowly lifted yours off the handle.

"I can't." John B slowly turned you to face him once more. He raised a hand to wipe the tears off your face, and kept it holding the side of your face up to look at him. "You don't think I could love someone like you?" He spoke as if you burnt him. As if you were the one hurting him all this time. "How could you think that?"

You couldn't help but be honest now. "Because I don't deserve it.. You deserve someone much better than me."

"Y/n, love, you are much more than you think.. You're everything to me. I think you're the most talented, smartest, funniest, beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. I mean that." His words were so genuine you couldn't help but blush. "And it breaks my heart you don't think that about yourself."

"I'm sorry," You whispered trying to lower your gaze but he lowered himself down try to keep eye contact with you until you looked back up at him normally.

"Hey, hey, hey.." He cooed doing so. "You don't ever have to apologize to me for something like that. I just want you to know just how perfect you are."

One of his hands came up to wipe the tears under your eyes, causing you to crack a smile. He mirrored your expression, the other hand going around your mid back to hold you closer to him. 

"And that smile of yours makes my heart skip every time." John B whispered. "Will you let me try to make you see what I see?"

You blinked your tears away to see his big doe eyes stare into your own. You quickly take a glance at his plump pink lips, before looking back up at him again. You gave him a shy nod, blush creeping on your cheeks from how close the two of you were.

He slowly leaned down, giving you an opportunity to back away or say that this wasn't what you wanted. But it was, it's been something you've wanted for so long.

You closed your eyes, leaning in until you felt his lips on yours. You wrapped your arms around his body, as he kept one hand  on your cheek and jaw and the other around your back. 

It felt like everything fit perfectly between you two. Your lips moved against one another in sync, and you held onto his strong frame to hold yourself up. The warmth he provided melted away all your worries and left you stunned from the reality of it all. 

You pulled away to gasp for air, your mouths still just inches away from each other.

"I'm in love with you too, John B." You whispered, looking up into his beautiful eyes.

He let out a breathy laugh before landing a few kisses on your mouth. "Been dying to hear you say that, sweet girl."

You giggled and wrapped your arms around him to pull him in a tight hug. Right before you pulled him up the stairs to your room.. 

#john b routledge #john b x reader #outer banks #angst with a happy ending #jj maybank #kiara carrera #pope heyward #john b prompt #john b obx #john b angst #john b fluff #john b x fem!reader #@mirellef2001

[daddys-silly-little-gem]

Forever My Whore

Toji Fushiguro x Prostitute! Reader

Rated : M

The Red Light District. It's a place full of sin and guilty pleasures that happen at night. Prostitution was a common way of getting by when you lived in this place. Prostitutes, however, don't always get a good rap. We're usually known as whores or homewreckers. We get called bitches, useless whores, dumb slut. Nobody ever thinks about our pleasures, they never think about how we feel during the act. It pays lots of money, and you meet all kinds of people, but they never stay long, and you know they whisper lies behind your back when they leave.

Being left unsatisfied was a common thing. Never getting to finish or getting the benefits from it. The customers usually come for themselves, they think about their own pleasure and don't even ask if you felt good, or if you enjoyed it. They get their orgasm, and then they leave. Being left pint up and frustrated became a norm. Sometimes having sex with one another, was typical. Some even began dating one another due to the fact that they only had one another.

This whore house, that you work in, has a man's section and a women's section. It was split up into two buildings. Whichever you preferred, that's the house you went to. Some of the female workers were dating some of the male workers. Some couples were same-sex and some were heterosexual couples. But the same silent rule applied to all couples. DON'T GET CAUGHT. That was the most important rule. If you get caught, you either get sold to another district or you just vanish. Everyone here had no ties to family, so it never mattered what happened to us. Our lives were in the hands of the Mistress and her Husband.

Under their watch, we were considered a family. Sisters and brothers were not allowed to date. But none of us were related, and we all wanted to feel something. Whether it's love or just sex, we were humans. We needed to feel alive. You didn't mind the loneliness, you could care less. You've become numb to never being satisfied. Laying up there on a mattress, giving fake moans as your body rocked from empty thrusts. Sometimes the sex was good and you'd actually moan, but it was never enough to feed that emptiness.

You were disowned by your family when you were 15, all because you lost your virginity. Your family believed in sex after marriage, but you weren't feeling it. You've been here in this district for 7 years now. Nothing much has changed, and you didn't mind that. You had food, a warm bed, and a roof over your head. You were set. You didn't mind not getting satisfied, it was just a small sacrifice you didn't mind having to make. That was until, you met him.

Toji Fushiguro

He was a common customer here, he didn't visit as much as the other guys, but when he did, he was always big talk amongst the young girls. When you first saw him, you didn't like him. He gave off a smug air, like he was too good for any of these girls, and that he could have them all. He didn't talk much, but he sure did eat a lot. You've served him food a few times, but nothing more than that. But the girls always swooned over him. They always talked about how much pleasure he gave them, and how many times they'd orgasmed while in his care. They'd talk about how big he was, how strong he was, how rough he was.

They'd always speak so highly of him. And you'd never admit it, but you were curious. You didn't want to admit it, but you wanted to get that experience. You wanted to have him, if only for a night. But, that would probably prove to be hard, because he never seemed to pay you any mind. You could understand why though. Your breasts weren't that big, your ass wasn't as wide, and you weren't considered as beautiful, just a simple 'Pretty'. You'd usually get the run-down guys. The ones with missing teeth, skinny and frail. Sometimes muscular but too nerdy to talk to the beautiful women.

You always got the rift rafts. So you weren't expecting him to ever pay you any attention. And You were right, he didn't. He never even glanced your way when you'd bring him food. It felt almost insulting, but you've learned to cut off your emotions to it, but it still made your eyes sting when you put thought into it. Eventually, to save yourself from messing up your makeup, you just started to avoid him altogether whenever he came. Usually, it was you who gave him his second or third meal, but you decided to stop.

You invested yourself into the job, seeing more customers than what was needed when he came for a visit. Or you'd stay hidden in the crowd of girls.

Until one day, he sought you out.

You were walking through one of the many long hallways within the building. You were on your way to your room, to tend to a customer who was waiting in your room. You had just freshly done your hair and you changed your kimono, the mistress made you dress nicer than usual, with was very strange for you. You'd usually get the standard kimono, nothing special. This time, you were given a much more beautiful one. It was full of patterns and colors. It was beautiful. But you didn't have time to dwell on it, you had a customer to please. You got to your door and you sat down on your knees.

With practiced ease, you slid open the shogi door, your passive face set in a rehearsed bashful stare as you looked through your lashes with false shyness. When you slid the door open, your act dropped and you stared on in confusion. Toji Fushiguro, was in your room. He was draped in a dark blue kimono. It was lazily tied around his waist, and the fabric hung loosely around him, showing his powerful physic. He stared at you with an observatory gaze. "There you are." He said.

You looked on in confusion before you responded. "I-I must be in the wrong room. Excus-" You were cut off when he suddenly stood up, and he wordlessly walked over toward you. Your head slowly move up, as you craned your neck to his height as he drew closer to you. He stared down at you. "I chose you. I want you." He said in a factual tone. He stared down at you with an unwavering gaze. The intensity of his gaze made you quiver, and your pussy throbbed from it. 'I'm... aroused.' You thought. The feeling was almost unknown to you, it was hard to get aroused when you already knew the outcome.

But this was new, it was intimidating, it was powerful, it was overwhelming. You liked it. He didn't give you time to answer, when he suddenly reached down and he grabbed your arm. You nearly melted under his touch. His hands are giant, and strong. They covered your small bicep with his palm. You were yanked up from your spot as you were pulled into the room. The shogi door slides close behind you.

He effortlessly tosses you onto the mattress. "Oof." You huffed as you landed on your ass, your hands kept you propped up as you looked up at him. He stared down at you quietly, his eyes seemed to eat you up, as they slowly trailed up your legs where the kimono parted from your fall. Your feet laced over one another, as you shyly looked up at him. "You stopped serving me. Why?" He suddenly asked. You looked up at him in question. "I stopped serving you? When did I ever serve you?" You asked. He stared at you a little longer before he suddenly began to peel his kimono off.

Your breath hitched, as his body was revealed to you. Your pussy leaked fluids and your clit twitched, you pressed your thighs together trying to stimulate the sudden heat that was consuming you. His kimono pooled around his feet as he carelessly dropped it. His boxers were the only thing saving you from just turning into a mess, but that's what you wanted. He was semi-hard, and your nipples tingled at the slight imprint of his thick girth. "You stopped feeding me." He said. You stared up at him in wonder. 'That's right. I stopped serving him food.' You thought.

"I-I didn't actually feed you, the cooks made it, I just served it." You explained, as you watched him get on his knees. He crawled over towards you until his hands trailed up your legs. Your breath hitched as his large rough hands trailed over your soft skin. They moved slowly up your legs and over your knees, his fingers pushing your kimono up. Once at your thighs, he wrapped his hands around them and squeezed. You gave a small moan at the feeling of his fingers pressing into your plush skin.

"The food always tasted better when it was from your hands." He said in a hushed voice as his eyes traced the way your skin pushed up around his fingers. Your cheeks warmed at his words. 'That's... actually so cute.' You thought as you stared at his handsome face. You nearly screamed when he pulled you towards him by your thighs, your back hitting the mattress as he pushed your legs together. He pushed them towards you. "Hold them together like this, don't let go." He said. You wrapped your arms around them, holding them tight together as you looked at him from between your knees.

Your pussy quivered at his order, it was something you were newly craving for. He palmed himself through his boxers as he softly grunted to himself. "Your thighs are sexy. I wanna fuck 'em." He said as he pushed his boxers down enough to free himself. You gave a breathy whine at his words as you pushed your thighs together tighter. His eyes trailed down the plushness of your thighs pushed together, going down to your glinting pussy. He watched as she slightly quivered and he trailed his thumb down your lips.

Your body jumped from the sudden touch. He lightly trailed his thumb down your split, gathering up some of your juices as he did so. He stopped at your entrance and he pushed his thumb in. "Nnnnuh." You lightly moaned at the feeling as he bullied his thumb into you. 'Just his thumb alone is thick.' You thought as he pushed his thumb in all the way. Your pussy clinched down on his thumb and he gave a light smirk. "You're such a whore. Just from my thumb alone, you're leaking for me." He said, you whined at his words. You usually hated to be called a whore, but this was different.

He thrust his thumb in you a few times, and the feeling of you clenching down on him made his cock twitch. He pulled his thumb out and he replaced it with his fingers. Your head rolled back into the mattress as two of his thick fingers entered you. "Nnnnuh, ha. So big." You whispered as he slowly thrusts his fingers into you. "You think this is big, wait until you get my cock, you'll be given a new definition of the word 'big'." He confidently said as he thrust his fingers into you faster. You panted as your hips lightly rolled on his fingers.

'They're so thick. But I need more... I want more.' You thought. He suddenly pulled his fingers out and you whined at the loss of them. He chuckled. "Don't whine baby, I'm gonna make you feel amazing soon. I promise." He said as he grabbed his cock in his hand covered in your fluids. He groaned as he pumped himself a few times, smearing your essence on himself. He grabbed the back of your legs, as he pushed them down onto you. Whined at the pressure, as your back curved. "Stay." He ordered, as he rubbed the head of his cock over your dripping entrance. You whined in anticipation, but you were denied as he trailed the head of his cock up the crack of your plush thighs. "So soft." He said.

He pushed the head of his cock into the crack and he groaned as he pulled back. He did that a few times, teasing himself as he only entered the tip of his cock in the plushness of your thighs before he'd pull out. His tip would graze your cunt and you'd twitch from the feeling. He was so close to your clit, yet he never pushed in far enough to touch it. You whined in frustration. "Fushiguro!" You whined his name. He looked down at you in question. "What is it, baby? You want me to stop teasing this pretty little cunt?" He asked in a teasing tone.

You nodded your head with a pout and he smirked. "I honestly shouldn't tease you. You've been such a good girl." He said, as he pushed his cock in further, the head of his cock finally grazing your clit. "NNNUH!!" You moaned, as your clit spasmed from the stimulation. Your thighs clenched and Toji hissed. He pulled his cock back out to the tip before he shoved himself back in fully into your plushness. The underside of his long cock grazed your clit and you moaned from the friction. His gaze narrowed and his teasing stopped as he began to fuck your thighs. His pace was rough and fast as he thrusts. His balls slapped your lips making your pussy clench, and his cock dragged over your clit making you squirm.

He thrust his cock in between your thighs, and your body rocked back and forth from his powerful hips. 'Nobody, ever fucked my thighs before... I love it.' You thought in a daze as your core tightened. "I-Im going to... cum." You moaned out as the cord within you became tighter and tighter. 'Yes, yes yes.' You thought, excited to reach your end. But he suddenly stopped. You blinked a few times before you swallowed thickly. "W-why'd you stop?" You said in a light voice as you slowly came down from your daze. He didn't say anything, as he spread your legs open. Your arms have fallen to your side long ago in the midst of your pleasure.

He stared down at you with a predatory gaze. Your pussy throbbed at the sight as fear slowly crept up your neck. You looked down between your legs and your eyes widen. "So big." You whispered as you saw his cock. He was thick, and veiny, he was decently long with a slight curve. You could see a vein throb on the side and you gulped. You wanted to choke on it. He grabbed himself in his palm and you gulped. His hand was perfect for it. Big, strong, wide hands that engulfed his own cock with a few strokes before he moved the head down to your dripping entrance.

You pulled yourself from your daze at his movement and you pressed your hands against his chest. "Wait!! It's not going to fit." You said, fear laced in your voice. Yet your pussy throbbed at the thought of him wrecking you with it. He stared at you with an unreadable stare before he smirked. "Don't worry, I'm gonna make sure I fit." He said with a sadistic smile. Your breath hitched at his words and you moved to speak once more, but he suddenly forced his cock into you. Your head snapped back as your back arched. Your toes curled and your hands fisted into the sheets.

"NNNUUH AHH!" You practically screamed as he slowly yet meanly, forced his cock into you. Your eyes rolled back as your cunt stretched deliciously around his cock. "So-sooo big. I can't." You spoke, your words coming out slurred as you were lost in the feeling. He chuckled at you, as his hand came up and he grabbed a fist full of your hair. He pulled, making your head come up as he smirked down at your dick-drunken face. "Look at you, dick drunk, and I haven't even started yet." He teased as he laid your head back down, his hand trailing down your body, pulling your kimono down as he did revealing your breasts.

"Your nipples are hard and I haven't even touched them yet." He said as he pinched one of your nipples. You gave a broken moan as you weakly arched your back. "Dick drunk from my dick." He said, as a possessive gleam come into his gaze. "You're only able to be drunk off of my dick alone. You're mine, and mine alone." He said, as he moved to grab your waist with his hands. "You're my fucking whore. Only I'm allowed to fuck you like this." He said as he began to thrust. You moaned loudly he did, his words barely registering in your mind as he did so. They were foreign to you, yet you understood them. "You hear me, you fucking slut. Only I'm allowed to own you like this. Make your dick drunk, make you moan like this. Only me." He said.

Your body rocked and your breasts bounced almost painfully but you craved it. You craved him. He grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks in his hand as he made you look up at him. "Say it, tell me that you're mine, and only mine alone." He said as he stared down at you. His cock constantly thrusts into you, hitting places that have never been hit before. "I-...I'm yours. I belong to you, and only you... Toji." You moaned out. He gave a victoriously vicious grin as he leaned down toward you. "That's right... You're Toji's whore." He said, as he pried your jaw open with his thumb. "Forever." He said, as he spat into your mouth.

#jjk #jjk toji #jjk fushiguro #jjk toji fushiguro #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x y/n #jujutsu kaisen

[digisims2]

Sims 2 on Windows 11

Alright, the new computer with Windows 11 is up and running and Sims 2 has been installed. These are the steps I took to get it running and looking pretty:

Installed the game through EA App

I installed "George" so I won't need to start the game up through EA App and let it waste resources and spy on me.

I ran the 4GB patch on the Sims2EP9.exe and TS2BodyShop.exe

I ran Graphics Rules Maker and tweaked things through that enabling it to use my full texture memory etc

I installed the EmptyStandbyList since without it I got pink flashing very quickly

????

Profit.

If this helped somebody else out, you're welcome! :)

(long, pretty messy and image heavy version of this process written as I did it is behind the cut. I mean it, it's very long!)

added my graphics card in the video cards file manually

did the common graphics rules tweaks (these) manually

applied 4gb patch to bodyshop and game exes

tested bodyshop, it started up but has no smooth edges, otherwise textures are good and new projects export and import as supposed. 4GB patch works as supposed. It'll likely require tweaking it through nvidia control panel so leaving that for later.

Started up game, after turning the edge smoothing on it looks this good (no mods thus the boxy shadows):

6. However my log is reporting only 1gb of RAM for the game to use, will have to reapply the 4gb patch and try again. But it's using all 12 gb for texture memory so that's cool, I probably won't need to worry too much about pink flashing but I'm going to stress test it a little.

View distance maximized:

Shaders work:

"I probably won't need to worry too much about pink flashing" I said earlier and then left the lot and:

:'D But looking at task manager I see my standby memory has filled up the remaining RAM already so this is actually working as expected, I just forgot one step.

7. installed the EmptyStandbyList.

8. This is where I closed game, applied the standby memory fix, rechecked my exe and remembered that you weren't supposed to run it in compatibility mode so I turned that off but just in case I also reapplied 4gb patch and restarted the game. Now it's correctly showing me 4GB of RAM to use for the game so that should be handled.

Side note: Mr. Humble spawned, I haven't seen him for years as I have mod to stop him from appearing. Was this sim always so ugly? It looks like his face is melting.

No pink flashing after leaving the lot this time:

But it crashed when I clicked on the sims icon.

New try, game restarted and this time we'll go straight to CAS and... *immediately gets distracted* There are this many bin families by default?

I've used clean templates for years so this was an unpleasant surprise. I don't like them, you're all getting nuked soon once I've made sure the game runs as supposed and can go ahead installing clean templates. So then to the CAS, it loads and I click to create a sim and....

Oh. Okay then. :| Guess I'm missing some tweak still. Let's try graphics rules maker instead, it should also easily fix my resolution etc since I forgot to do that manually.

One restart later, are you fucking kidding me?

but hey, nice crisp textures. Too bad it's so tiny I can't see shit. (I realized this was my error after a moment, I thought graphics rules maker said minimum resolution in the spot I didn't change but it actually says maximum, so I fixed that and all is good) But I'm gonna ignore that now and try loading CAS again, pls work.

.... Hell yeah, at least that finally loaded up as supposed.

She is beauty, she is grace, maxis defaults really ruin her face.

After the final restart with screen size etc fixed I went back and forth to different lots trying to make it flash pink and it never did so I'm going to say this was success.

So to recap:

Installed the game through EA App

I installed "George" so I won't need to start the game up through EA App.

I ran the 4GB patch on the Sims2EP9.exe and TS2BodyShop.exe

I ran Graphics Rules Maker and tweaked things through that enabling it to use my full texture memory etc

I installed the EmptyStandbyList since without it I got pink flashing very quickly

????

Profit.

And seriously, that's all, even if this post ended up this long.

I still need to get smooth edges in bodyshop but that will likely be done with nvidia control panel rather than texture settings. Here's one more random maxis sims image to end this with a pretty picture instead of just huge wall of text.

#digi's ramblings #setting up the game for Windows 11 #sort of tutorial #long post #my favorite part was needing to download and install 4 different things to get this game working #but it was pretty easy in the end #Now I just need to install everything else still....

[faroreskiss]

The Power of Understanding / Part 2 (v2)

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Rewritten v2 posted on: 2023/09/10

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Chapters: Pilot, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Summary: You have been with the Chain for a while now, as their "scholar" and translator. You know everything about them, because you are from our world. But do they know the truth about how you can understand everyone? Loosely based on the same reader in my NSFW fic, which is a very loose prequel to this one, and a work in progress. More background info to come, if I feel like it :D Isekai reader, but she doesn't know about the Linked Universe. Warnings: None. SFW. Maybe Teen? Points of interest: This is your thing if you are into the mystery of chain being able to talk to each other. I am an actual trained linguist IRL, hence this HAD to be written! Some fluffy Twilight x Reader content in this chapter.

So, what was happening to you today? You just couldn't stop thinking about Twilight for some reason. You even carried your work over the stables, having to inhale the smell of horseshit around you. 

But he was just... there. Not like he has been far away lately. You’ve literally been stuck with him (and the rest of the chain) for around two years. Your ‘situationship’ with Wild was still there, and the rest of the chain was aware of it, you were guessing.  You both weren’t exactly super subtle about it, hand holding and such and sometimes a small kiss here and there, but you were never explicit with it either. Nobody questioned anything, everybody had their… quirks, you guessed. 

Did they think you were just in a relationship, you wondered sometimes. Were they even familiar with the word, situationship? Gods, what would they think of the involvement of you, Zelda and Link at the same time, if they knew? Technically, everybody had their room in the house in Hateno, but, well... Ah, you really missed Zelda too, and her delicate fingers on… You took a breath and then sighed. You were getting distracted.

Anyway, nobody owes anyone explanations in the Chain that you learned. That was the agreement of the Links, in which you were indirectly included. If they don't want to tell, you don't force them.

Except, you pretty much knew everything. Well, you weren't really familiar with any game where all the Links were together except maybe some fanfiction where they met in the afterlife, but Wild didn't "exist" back then, from your perspective.

Now, Time was out with the others, getting some business done in Castle Town. Wild also joined him to get some ingredients for the recipes he learned from Malon.

Back to Twilight... You were watching his strong arms, brushing the horse gently. He definitely had a tall stature compared to the other Links. The Links you are in contact with are ranging from their mid to late twenties, maybe early thirties (except Wind, though he was still almost a 16/17 -year-old teenager). So, most of them were fully adults.

"Hey, I can feel ya starin', ya know, Trivia Queen,” he said with his Ordona drawl that occasionally made an appearance, sighing, while still brushing his Epona.

Right. That was your nickname. When you first arrived, you kept spouting things about them that you supposedly should not "know" about, which made the Links (except Wild, he was used to it) extremely suspicious. Over time, they got used to it, especially after finding out about your "job" at Wild's world, as a historian, linguistics scholar. So they left it at that.

The other rule was that you were not supposed to discuss one Link with another, unless you are sure you are not revealing any secrets.

...which was a rule that was established right after you revealed that Twilight is Wolfie, to Wild. Seems like the Old Man already knew (you and Wild joined the chain pretty much as the latest additions), and it was his idea to come up with it. And it was kind of unfair because Wild said he already knew Wolfie from his initial adventure! Hah, good riddance. It did end up being revealed to everyone anyway, after his near death experience.

Fair to say, you were the persona non-grata for a while. And that nickname was not Trivia Queen, but it was Trivia-something else for a while (Thanks, Vet).

"Mhm," you idly replied.

Twilight raised an eyebrow, catching you lost in thought while the stables filled with the scent of horse dung. "Hey," he called out again, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Lost in your own world again?"

You sighed, blushing slightly, and tried to shake off the daydream of you and him in a big bear hug. "Yeah, just got a bit distracted," you admitted, turning your attention back to the ranch's budget paperwork. "These numbers can be quite mesmerizing, you know."

The rancher chuckled, his eyes warm as he continued brushing his Epona. "If you say so," he replied playfully. "But I have to admit, you manage to make even the most mundane tasks seem fascinating."

You couldn't help but smile at his compliment, feeling your heart flutter slightly. "Thanks, Link. You know how to make a 'trivia queen' blush," you teased back, trying to keep the conversation light-hearted.

His grin widened, and he leaned against the stable door, looking at you with that undeniable twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, really? Well, consider it a skill I've honed over time," he said, winking playfully.

You playfully rolled your eyes, trying to hide the butterflies in your stomach. "I suppose I'll have to keep my guard up around you, then," you replied, feigning a serious tone.

Twilight chuckled, and for a moment, the two of you locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between you.

"You wish you could," he winked.

There was an unspoken awareness that, despite the friendly banter, there were lines he would not cross. You respected his relationship with Wild, and he respected your history with him. And of course, the fact that everybody's existence is but a flicker...

Yes... Who knows how long you will still be here anyway? Even the stuff with Wild and Flora is as dangerous as it is. You can literally disappear and get back to your own world, leaving them behind.

This was the thing that was stopping you from the other type of "feelings" you could catch. You never spoke about this with Wild or Flora. To be fair, not like there was any time to. You… literally had the most intense moment of intimacy one night, and less than 24 hours after that, you and Link were taken in via the portal and met with 8 other Links. Poor guy even hesitated to sleep with you in the same bedroll, literally the night after. 

 And since the adventures with the Chain started, there was this weird gloom between you two sometimes (both missing Zelda), but the respect you have for each other never disappeared. That was another unspoken agreement.

The moment you want to speak about this awkward issue of you having a heart big enough for love for other people, the reality of your existence would be bare.

Anybody can disappear, forever, anytime.

Time's return broke the moment, and you both quickly resumed your tasks, acting as if nothing significant had transpired. "So, what were you two chatting about?" Time inquired with a sly grin.

"Just discussing the ranch's budget," you replied casually, keeping things vague.

The Old Man raised an eyebrow but seemed to take your word for it. "Alright then, just remember we've got some preparations to make before the next portal appears," he said, his eyes flickering with a knowing but serious glint. It wasn't the first time he witnessed something like this.

You nodded, grateful for the diversion. "Of course, I'll get back to work."

As the day went on, you couldn't help but steal glances at Twilight, his presence always managing to captivate you. Though you were the "translation magic" of the group, your understanding of him went beyond language. It was a connection that had been forged through shared experiences and unspoken feelings of the last couple of years, despite the initial incidents you had.

And as you continued to work alongside the Chain, you held onto the hope that, in the midst of all the chaos and adventure, there might be a chance for your paths to intertwine in a more profound way. For now, you would cherish the friendly banter and the secret glances, knowing that no matter how many worlds you traveled, Twilight would be a part of your heart's journey, for now.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe au #zelda fandom #zelda fanfiction #tloz au #fanfic #link x reader #twilight x reader #wild x reader #flora x reader #zelda x reader #ethical non monogamy #polyamory #linguistics #languages #translation #linked universe #legend of zelda #fluff #isekai #isekai reader #botw link #botw #zelda botw #story concept #fanfic concept #language #hylian #flirty #queer

[kai-the-person]

This is purely my perspective on the days events and the actions of the characters that the cc's are playing!This in no way reflects my views on the creators, I just find it highly entertaining to watch, commentate, and discuss.

Bbh is really good at PVP and is really smart but he has been extremely short sighted. He has made enemies in every single team and his team is suffering for it.

I'm a red team main and while at first they didn't realize Tubbo wasn't in on it, now they do.

They weren't fighting so hard for green because the team hadn't won. They have a vendetta against q!bad now. Tubbo was just an unfortunate casualty.

They invited Tina, Roirer, Bagi, and Etoiles over for a party basically.

Some of those people are blue team! They had a great time, Jaiden even killed Slime because she thought he was attacking Tina. (Totally was if you count psychological warfare)

You can't roll up under a banner of peace and then kill someone. You can't claim something is unfair and you need to make a rule around it only to turn around and do it yourself. (I'm not saying bad was terrible for this, it was smart and a good move, but it undermines his point)

Bbh is trying to win the battle by any means necessary when he should be looking at the war. All of the teams are angry at him specifically and that's going to come back to bite him. Hard.

Look at what happened at the end. If the day had 5 more minutes, green team would've made a comeback.

Bbh needs to make allies outside his team. Because if he doesn't, none of the teams are going to be willing to work with him when he needs it.

People just dm'd Jaiden to ask if they'd let them kill her and she agreed!

I think, as time goes on, more temporary alliances like this will form.

And bbh will have cut the branch he was sitting on. (The fact it's still attached to the tree at all is mind boggling.)

And I want him to continue this only to realize what he's done when it's too late. I want him to be offering people up prot4 books in good faith only for them to see an imaginary bear trap with loot too good to be true.

:My overarching theories: Click away, cause I love hurt/no comfort and angst :)

I want this to follow him to the island, as everybody destroys his platforms in the sky. I want Phil to remove him from the allowed list on the doors to Chayanne and Tallulah's room. I want them to be willing to watch Dapper, but unwilling to let him watch their eggs. In the end, bbh sees all the eggs as his. And his access to 6/7 (or however many get back) will be revoked. And there will be nothing he can do about it. If he was motivated enough to tear apart his friends (did he even consider them friends?) In such a brutal way to get his egg back, what else is he capable of?

He's done all of this to get Dapper back. Betrayed and tore his friends apart past the point of any other team. Because that's what they are. His friends. I want this to alter the dynamics of his relationships with the other characters so badly, that he is left alone to get even worse.

I crave the angst.

Again, I've seen a lot of comments on here talking about all the hate everybody receives (especially by red mains which really sucks from a fellow red main). So I want to reiterate, bbh the cc is a great dude from what I hear. And this is all critiquing the actions of q!bad and theorizing on the actions the characters might perform not the actions of the actual people playing them.

#qsmp

[amysubmits]

Hi Amy, I really like your blog and love reading about your experience. But sometimes your experience sound more like vanilla than Ds. I am happy you have carrying husband who look after you, but do you think that in normal relationship husband don't care about his wife or remind her about medicine or her food choice or get angry when she didn't take care herself.

You may need to try normal relationships and you will find whatever you are writing everything are there. If in a normal sex they spank, pull hair and etc.

Even in normal relationship sometime male dominate and make most of decision. But we can't call it Ds.

I am sorry. I just like to read more Ds versions of your experience. Rough sex isn't Ds. Just carrying about each other isn't Ds.

If you don't use ropes, chains, collar and rules what's point. It's like going in theme party wearing pretty dress and come back and tell your friends, oh we went to those party we are fun. Common just write something that sound Ds or just re-evaluate your relationship.

Is it really there or it's just in your mind?

I'm not sure if you were trying to disguise yourself as kind to me, or if you were trying to trick yourself into believing that you weren't being nasty so you can sleep tonight? Either way, beginning your ask by complimenting me doesn't make the rest of it acceptable.

I'm choosing to ignore that and try to answer although after speaking to me this way you really don't deserve my time. I'm choosing to reply because one of my weak spots is, I hate being misunderstood.

There are (or at least used to be) plenty of tumblr D/s blogs that only share blatant D/s experiences - the really intense, rough stuff. I primarily follow other blogs who write about their ordinary D/s experiences, I'm annoyed by edgelord BDSM people so I don't know for sure, but I have to imagine you can find that content out there if that's what you want. You won't find it on my blog.

I made a decision pretty early on with this blog that I didn't want to only share the "obviously D/s-y" stuff. My goal was to show a whole relationship, not just the intense D/s parts.

Of course, my relationship is just one way of doing D/s. Part of my D/s style with my partner is, we like feeling like normal people for the most part. We like low protocol, especially with language. He asks me to do things, I ask him if he 'minds' if I do things - but I know when he makes requests when they are actual requests and when they're orders. He knows when I ask what he thinks on something, that I'm seeking permission. We feel the power exchange with ordinary language.

More than that, all D/s relationships have moments that don't look D/s. My personal view is that the blogs that choose to only share the intense BDSM stuff can sometimes paint a picture that D/s is supposed to be ALL about kink and power exchange. That their whole world revolves around cuffs, plugs and paddles. That isn't what makes up anyone's whole life, though.

So, yes, I share moments that aren't oozing with intense D/s. That's on purpose! No blog can ever share someone's whole life, it's always going to be edited or curated some. But I intentionally try to share some sexy moments, some funny moments, some sweet moments, some intense power exchange moments, and so on. I try to show that our 24/7 D/s is lots of things. Much of my D/s is subtle. I have never pretended to be into extreme BDSM or extreme D/s either one. "This is just how we love each other while living pretty ordinary lives." is literally part of my bio.

My view is that most terms related to kink or BDSM are largely made up. If you asked 100 people where D/s ends and vanilla begins, you'd likely get 100 different answers.

It doesn't make any difference to me or my life if you define D/s in some way that means I am not included in that definition. I'm not sure why you think your definition of D/s is one that all others should be held to?

I get the sense that you think that if something is common or "normal" then it can't be D/s. I just completely disagree with that. I don't think D/s has to be rare or "alternative lifestyle" to be D/s. I don't think what makes a relationship D/s is about who makes most of the decisions. I think there are some relationships were one person (of any gender, for the record) makes most of the decisions but I wouldn't see the relationship as D/s. In fact, a lot of abusive relationships can involve one person making a lot of decisions, and those aren't D/s. Boss/employee relationships and parent/child relationships also follow that model, but that's just how the world we live in works. It doesn't make those D/s relationships. They're just relationships with power imbalances. To me, whether a relationship with a leader and a follower is D/s or not is all about if you've both enthusiastically agreed to who leads and who follows.

You seem to think my relationship exclusively involves rough sex and caring for each other. That isn't the case. I have rules, expectations, protocols, etc. However, I still just disagree with you about those things being essential for D/s. I think D/s can be as simple as two people agreeing that one is 'the leader' and the other is 'the follower' and them choosing to exchange power. It doesn't have to be rules or whips or chains or anything in particular.

Even as far as kink goes, I don't think what makes something BDSM (or D/s) isn't as simple as what the act includes. To me D/s is power exchange, and most any sort of sex acto or kink can be done within power exchange, or it could be done without power exchange. Rough sex, oral sex, spanking, bondage, etc included. I can have soft, gentle sex that includes power exchange.

If you disagree or this doesn't make sense to you, that's fine, but you have no business telling me what to do with my blog, or how to identify my relationship.

#asks #d/s

[useless-catalanfacts]

I guess this message would make more sense in Halloween, but I don't want to wait that long lol. Are there any well known ~haunted places~ in the Catalan Countries?

Yes! There are many legends about haunted places. Most of them can be divided in two groups: ànimes en pena (spirits) and encantades (Moorish ladies under a spell who guard a treasure cave).

1. Ànimes en pena

"Ànima en pena" literally means "soul in sorrow", but it's similar to a ghost. It's the spirit of a person who can't go to the Other Side because they are damned, weren't buried properly or as a result of how they died. This person will look the way they looked on earth (no white blankets here) and sometimes with an added punishments (be on flames, be chased by dogs, can't dismount their horse, riding the skeleton of a horse, etc). Some of them only appear under certain circumstances, like at night. The particular details depend on each legend: depending on the circumstances and how grave their punishment was, they can be a simple spirit or more similar to the Wild Hunt motif.

There are places that are said to be haunted by an ànima en pena. Many of them are just a dead person who asks the living to say a message on their behalf or finish something they left unfinished, and then they can go in peace. But others are damned for eternity. I will explain the most famous one in Catalonia.

The most famous one is Count Arnau (Comte Arnau), also called Count Evil (Comte Mal) in Mallorca. I made a post about him a long time ago, but it's always a good moment to bring him back. Count Arnau (might be the real Arnau de Mataplana) was Medieval noble who committed various sins. Some say he was forced to marry a 7-year-old when he was 15, but he was actually into another woman who was a nun in the monastery of Sant Joan de les Abadesses. Catholic nuns make a vow of chastity, but n'Arnau ignored the holy laws, seduced her and had sex with her. Some versions say that the nun died shortly after joining the monastery, and on a stormy night n'Arnau stole her corpse from the grave and rode away carrying her on his horse, but in his madness he couldn't see where he was going and fell down a cliff. It's also said he did not keep his promises to his feudal subjects and did not pay his servants what he owed them.

For his sins, he was punished to roam eternally as an ànima en pena, riding a black horse on fire and chased by diabolical dogs. Since at least the 16th century, people from the area have been saying they see him on stormy nights.

Sant Joan de les Abadesses monastery, Comarques Gironines, Catalonia. x x.

The ruins of Mataplana castle: Count Arnau's castle. Comarques Gironines, Catalonia. x x.

In many other places of Catalonia they have similar legends of the Wild Hunt. Many of them have to do with a nobleman or a hunter who ignored God to go hunt a specially big hare and is now damned to hunt eternally. Or, like in Gréixer, he killed the priest and ran away to the forest, so now he's eternally running in that forest and can't ever stop.

Gréixer, in Guardiola de Berguedà. Where the hunter hid and is now forever running. One example of the many damned hunters. x x.

2. Encantades

The second kind of haunted places are those hunted by an encantada ("enchanted woman"). This is not to be confused with dones d'aigua ("water women"), a being of Catalan mythology who are also called encantades in some areas of the Northern half of Catalonia, which is related but different.

Here I'm talking about the immortal spirits of Moorish women who guard treasures. This kind of legend is very common in the Valencian Country, the south of Catalonia and the Balearic Islands (the areas that were ruled by the Islamic kingdoms for a longer time).

Still from the Disney movie Aladdin.

The legend is always the same: in the Middle Ages, when the Christians conquered this land, the Moors had to run away but they always had the hope that they would come back home. For this reason, they left their riches and treasures hidden (usually in a cave), which is guarded by an enchanted woman, who is immortal until the spell is lifted. Many have tried to find these treasures, but beware: there is always a trick.

This post would never end if I listed every town, cave or small lake that has a legend like this. There are many, and each will have some difference to how the woman was enchanted or what will happen if you steal from it. I will tell three as an example.

This is the legend told of the encantada of Planes: every 100 years, an enchanted Moorish woman leaves her hiding place in the little lake (called Barranc de l'Encantada, "the Enchanted Woman's little lake"), wearing a diadem of pure gold. She will talk to the first farmer she sees working in the nearby fields and ask him "which one do you want to keep: the gold diadem or me?". If the farmer answers the diadem, it means he's greedy so she will kill him. If he chooses her, she will take him to the cave, where he will remain under a spell forever.

El Barranc de l'Encantada in Les Planes, Central Valencian Country. x.

In the Benidoleig cave, the legend says that two Moorish men who had stayed after the Conquest had an old book that said how to retreive the treasure. They proposed to two Christian men to go get it together, following the books instructions: they would need to go at night, when they reached the cave they would read out a magic spell, burn some herbs, and when they reached the treasure chamber throw a cat without any black hair on it.

And so they did it: at night, they entered the cave. They found an enchanted Moorish woman who asked the Moorish men "why are you bringing enemies to the treasure?" but they ignored her and continued walking in. They followed the first part of the ritual and reached a treasure chamber with mountains of gold, silver and pearls, guarded by a black man under a spell, still as a statue and armed with a mace, which he held as if he were about to strike. Scared of the statue, the men doubted, but blinded by the riches they sacrificed the cat to take the treasure. In that exact moment, the black man came to life and threw away the cat, because it did not fulfil the requisit of not having any black hair. The men were sad that they couldn't make it and turned around to leave, but one of them used the moment to put a handful of gold and pearls in his pockets.

When they arrived to the cave's entrance, it was closed and they couldn't leave. One of the Moorish men said that is because one of them must have stolen a part of the treasure, and that if they don't put it back they'll be stuck there forever. The man confessed and gave it back, and the cave's mouth opened again.

There are many similar legends where the people looking for the treasure get trapped inside because of their greed.

The Benidoleig cave, Central Valencian Country. Nowadays it can be visited. x.

The last one I'll tell is from L'Albir. This is said to have happened in a cave called mina d'Ocre.

On a rainy day, a shepherd called Pere Joan took shelter in the cave. He heard a woman's voice coming from deep inside the cave that told him "Pere Joan, I'm here inside. You're a man with a good heart, come in!". Pere Joan was scared and didn't move, but the voice repeated it three times, until he decided to go. Inside the cave, he met the encantada who thanked him for having entered and told him she was a Moorish princess under a spell: she could only leave for 3 days every 100 years, and whoever breaks the spell will be lucky forever and all of his wishes will become true.

The encantada told him how to break the spell: "tomorrow night you must bring me 3 slices of blessed bread. You'll have to hold one on each hand and the other with your mouth. But be aware that I will look like a terrible, huge and ugly snake. But don't worry, it will still be me and I won't hurt you."

The next day, Pere Joan obeyed. Holding the bread in his hands and mouth, inside the dark cave he closed his eyes out of fear. Then, he felt how something took the bread from his left hand, then the right one... And then he opened his eyes and saw, right in front of his face, the monstrous snake. He got so scared that he ran away without thinking, and as he was leaving the cave he could hear the snake turn back into the princess and shout this curse: "for not having believed me and not breaking the spell, misfortune will always follow you, wherever you go!".

And it's true: until the day he died, Pere Joan was always lonely, poor, ill and sad. And we don't know what happened to the princess, but it's most likely that she's still waiting in her cave, for the next 100th year for someone to break the spell.

Coast of L'Albir, where the mines d'Ocre cave is located. Alacant, Valencian Country.

I used to hear a story like this when I was a child, too. I don't remember it exactly, but it was about a man who entered a cave where the encantada and the treasure were only visible in full moon nights. The encantada told him how to break the spell and leave with the treasure, but he got too greedy and didn't make it out of the cave before the moonlight rays stopped reaching the cave, so he lost it all and got trapped, if I remember right.

Once again, there are many legends of haunted places like these. And many people have firmly believed that they are real.

I hope this was interesting and answers your question. As always, everyone is welcome to add more to this post if yours is missing.

#llegendes #ànimes en pena #ànima en pena #comte arnau #encantada #encantades #ask #anonymous #legends #legend #mythology #catalan mythology #folklore #culture #cultures #treasure cave #myth #spirits

[matenrou-fan]

Maybe Mad Trigger Crew finding out that their gn! s/o has a hypnosis mic and is actually very strong(maybe stronger than them?)

MTC finding out that their gn! s/o has a hypnosis mic and is actually very strong

hii!! you didn't mention if I should make them separated or not so i write separated..!

NBreader, just wholesome stuff;;

As a Yakuza, and just an air-headed man, he always gets into fights. Some of his beef contains only fists but sometimes he doesn't mind using his hypmic.. And one day, when he was one against a big crowd of the opposite Yakuza's band, thinking he would actually lose, you showed up, helping him..

-He's kinda mad that you didn't tell him before.

-"It's not that big a deal, yet you decided to hide it.. Why? You thought I would be jealous that you're stronger?" - soft mumble escaped his lips as Samatoki looked at you with furrowed brows. As your boyfriend, he can't be too angry at you, but now he's a little grumpy. - "You should have told me this much earlier..!"

-He's actually more playful than envious about the fact that you're so strong, offering to have a little fight with him. It's more like a game for him, of course, as he has no desire to hurt you even a slightest. But if you were actually able to overwhelm his defenses and attack him, Samatoki would be excited.

-"Oh! So you actually have guts.. I like it.." - he chuckled, breathing heavily after your rap session. He steps closer and leans to you with a grin. - "It's a pity we didn't meet each other earlier, baby.. I think we'd make a good rap duo, wouldn't we?"

-Samatoki is kinda overprotective in relationships, values you more than anything in this world.. But the fact that you actually can stand up for yourself makes him really proud. That's it, you're his partner, after all! You're a powerful couple that is gonna show this cruel world what you two are made of..!

-He really wants you to teach him more pro tips, as it not would help not only him, but his whole team to improve. Yet it's kinda hard for him to confess this, as Samatoki prefers to be the one on top.. So he would just tell you he wants to have some more practice with you, as you're a worthy opponent for him.

-"I noticed you were quite soft in our first fight, darling. So don't you dare to go easy with me this time.. Or I will take the opportunity and knock you down.." - your boyfriend smirks, taking his hypmic. - "You know I can absorb your attacks? So come on, don't be shy, I want to feel your whole strength on me today.."

Even now, when Japan was under the rules of 'Party of words', and there were no weapons, the streets weren't so safe. Police always dealt with accidents about some jerks fighting each other with illegal hypmics.. When Jyuto gets another tape from the security camera of the cafe, near which another fight took place, he notices a familiar figure..

-He was quite surprised. Huh, so his precious darling was able to trick him and hide something like that?

-"Oh, just how many secrets do you also have for me, mm?" - Jyuto chuckled, but without rancor. - "You know, I'm a cop, after all.. I can give you some spicy third degree.."

-But he doesn't worry. It's actually good, as it means you can fight for your safety when your boyfriend is not with you. After all, even if he wants to be around you 24/7, he can't, due to his work and rap practice, and the fact that you're so independent is soothing him.

-"Just don't get too carried away, okay?" - his hand wrapped around your waist as he patted your head a little. - "I have worked with several cases about people ganging up and using their hypmics for illegal things.. I don't want you to cross paths with them in any way.."

-Jyuto is even willing to have some little rap battles so you can improve each other's skills..!

-"Are you ready for my private lessons just for you..?" - he chuckled, taking your hand in his with a smug smirk. - "But you need to return a favor, okay? Your lips look like a great reward for me.."

-If you have hypmic, what do you think about making your own team? Jyuto loves to feel some competition in your relationship and see you working hard for your own division. Oh, or maybe you want to join M.T.C?

-Jyuto will never admit it but he's kinda jealous how strong you are. He would tease you about this, but actually it's a great way for him to push his limits more and catch up with your skills.

-Because, despite the fact that he's glad you're so powerful and can stand up for yourself, your boyfriend is still quite protective and wants to be the one who would defend you.

-"I think it's time for me to get serious as well, don't you think?" - Jyuto pinch your cheek with a playful grin. - "I want you to see me in my best shape and actually be proud of what a powerful boyfriend you have.."

Rio is a good survivalist, and knows how to treat any wounds. So one day, when you visited his tent, asking to help with a few scratches, he was glad to help, but quickly noticed that your bruises were different from usual ones.. It's like they were made in a fight that contains hypmics..

-He's not sad or mad about what you didn't tell him before. Well, maybe you didn't have the right opportunity, and Rio doesn't love to poke his nose in other business.

-"Oh, so you also have it, but I don't remember you to have a team.." - he nodded and smiled a little, curious. - "For what do you use it most of the time, then..?"

-He do understand that in new world without any weapon having hypmic is actually kinda normal, and he really glad you're so strong, even stronger than he.

-"I'm sure we can share some helpful info for each other.." - Rio sat next to you in his tent, bringing some hot herbal tea he just made. - "Here, let's have a little talk and then spare for a while? I'm sure you would be a great soldier in this war against me.."

-Rio doesn't want to harm you with his rap skill, only using this opportunity to have a challenge. Even if he would actually attack you, he would always warn you before this, just to see how you would defend. Yet you can use your whole strength because he wants to see your potential.

-It's actually just makes his mood better. There's nothing better for your boyfriend than just spending some time with you and learning something new from you and then teaching you some of his pro tips. He admires people who're improving themselves and wants you both to be the better version of yourself.

-He also has no envy for your power, only adoration. Of course you can try to tease him a little but honestly he's quite thick-headed.. For him this difference just means that he also should work better and harder to get such strength.

-But, despite you're so strong, your boyfriend doesn't want you to get into rap battles and form your team. As he is still trying to find ways to save his Commander, Rio starts to find more and more info about 'Party of Words' and he doesn't want you to play their dangerous game. Am sure he understands that there's something more behind this 'division rap battles' they make.

-"Please, s/o.. Always be careful.." - he mumbled, embracing you in a tight hug. - "And also don't forget that I'm by your side, okay? There's nothing we can't overcome together, dear.."

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic samatoki #hypnosis mic samatoki #samatoki x reader #samatoki aohitsugi #Samatoki Aohitsugi x reader #jyuto iruma x reader #hypmic jyuto #jyuto x reader #hypnosis mic jyuto #jyuto iruma #rio busujima #riou x reader #rio x reader #riou mason busujima #rio mason busujima #rio mason busujima x reader #riou mason busujima x reader #mtc hypmic #mtc x reader

[widowed-mistress]

How strong could Steven be?

Okay, let me rephrase, how strong is the Pink Diamond gem?

Because, let's take a second to actually think about it. There are some abilities that seem to be EXPECTED of gems. They might not all do them since for some it would be "below their station," but they could do it.

1. Sumon a weapon

2. Shapeshift

3. Fuse

4. Adjust their gravitational pull of a planet on their gem to adjust to a celestial body's gravity

5. The ability to bubble

Of course, these are the ESTABLISHED things that every gem SHOULD be able to do (we'll get to Era 2 gems in a second). However, I'd like to add

6. Make a flashlight out of their gem (we see Pearl and Peridot do so when they visit the moon, and it makes sense to be a natural ability since their physical bodies are just holograms with light)

7. Be able to store items in their gems.

These are the basic abilities of a gem, yet there are special powers some gems have.

Sapphires- ice manipulation/ future vision

Lapis- water manipulation

Ruby- fire production

Peridots- metal control

Now one thing about them is that the powers designated to them are IT. Now, it's fair to say that as a gem grows and learns, they can expand on their skill (Pearl did learn how to shoot lasers after the gem War after all), but they concept of their powers stay the same.

For example, as much as Sapphire was shown to be a beast with her ice abilities in a Single Pale Rose, she will never manipulate or produce fire. This is where the Diamonds differ and follow their subjects at the same time.

Blue- gem emotional control (her power doesn't work on humans)

Yellow- physical form manipulation (she can poof any gem/ change their shape or attributes as seen with Garnet in Future)

White- possession voluntary or forced.

Pink - destruction and creation (living or nonlicing)

It's their powers that make me believe that diamonds are needed not just to rule but to make other gems. During Era 2, gems weren't made the same as Era 1 gems as Peridot says she can't shape-shift, but why would that be? Because Pink diamond was gone. With a limited supply of her essence, just like Yellow was having her essence taken in her sauna, they had to portion out what they gave to gems. This would explain what "junk" is put into the ground when gems are made as Amethyst references during Classroom Gems.

This would even explain why the Diamonds kept Pink. While yes, they loved and appreciated her presence, she holds no functional use to the empire, which you would imagen the Diamonds wouldn't be found of, especially when she undermines them constantly and sets a bad example. However, they couldn't get rid of her, not even before they got attached because her essence allowed for the creation of more gems, and there is no guarantee that another being with her power could exist.

Yellow sets a gem to have a physical form.

Blue sets them to have responses.

White sets them to have a purpose.

Pink sets them to have the extra energy to come to life just as the organic material on colonies are sucked up for a gem to use. In fact, I would bet that Pink's essence is what allows gems to exist without needing to do something like recharge or something of the sort. Think about it, whatever energy is sucked from the dirt is bound the run out at some point. Plant life isn't infinite; however, a diamonds power could be.

This is why I question how strong Pink actually is. The diamonds hold compete control over their "domain," even controlling or manipulating what could be considered the opposite of their powers. The thing that makes Pink different from the other diamonds is that her powers WORK on not only things that aren't alive, they work on non gem beings.

Steven fixed his teddy bear and destroyed several non-living materials. He heals gems and humans, for fuck sake both him and his mom brought something to life. And speaking about that. I would like to discuss both lars and lion right now. Specifically their powers.

Now, making the assumption that they got a power up post resurrection could be assumed to be that the Pink Diamond essence pulled so much weight in helping them that the essence is now embedded in them and so they received a power up. It makes sense. Like gems creating distabalisers using Yellow's essence or creating a planet destroying weapon (Spinel) using Pink's essence. The thing I have a problem with is the powers they receive.

1. Long life (okay)

2. Dimensional pocket in hair (makes sense, gems have pockets in their gems)

3. Shock wave or lion's roar (ehh, kinda makes sense with Steven's destruction ability. Okay)

4. Portal creation (what?)

Portal creation was one of the powers lion got. That doesn't make sense based on what we know and can assume Pink can do. What the fuck.

The situation isn't helped in the fact that Pink can make pebbles purely on her own without the help of the other Diamonds.

So, considering Pink Diamond has a hold on

Crearion

Destruction

On ANYTHING

and is CRUCIAL for gem production and can extend the ability towards others just as they can get into someone's head/ control them

I ask again: how strong is the Pink Diamond gem?

And if he gets enough training, how strong could Steven become?

#steven universe #su #yellow diamond #blue diamond #white diamond #pink diamond #rose quartz #lars #goodnight my nightmares #fanfiction #fanfic

[obae-me]

I randomly thought of this but now I can't get rid of it and I NEED TO TELL SOMEONE (and who better than youuuu who actually takes the time to read the long ass stuff I send <3) . The sassiest Mc who is sweet as sugar but also cold as ice spitting straight facts if her buttons are pushed. Like it would be soooo satisfying to shut the brothers up and put em in their place >.<

Mammon: Oi stupid huma-

Mc: Me? Stupid? Oh really now- That's rich coming from someone who would still be hanging from the ceiling if I hadn't come and saved their ass.

~

Diavolo: We can't thank you enough mc for making the exchange program such a success an-

Mc: Honestly I couldn't care less, I didn't even consent to any to this? You just plopped me here with 7 demons who have issues even therapy can't solve... if it wasn't for the free rent I would have ran away long ago.

~

Lucifer: You have to obey the rules I have set-

Mc: Why?

Lucifer: Because this is my house and what I say is fina-

Mc: No but literally why :/ You are not my dad also if I want to, I can easily ask diavolo to let me stay somewhere else.

Lucifer: YOU HAVE SOME NERVE SPEAKING LIKE THAT FOR A HUMAN I CAN EASILY KILL-

Mc: Sure go ahead , not like you haven't tried that before. Also, for someone who wants diavolo's plan to succeed you sure are doing a bad job at it.

Like plsss PLSSSS I just want the mc to DESTROY them ;like not in the roasting them kinda way but just like saying the plain truth so bluntly that you can't really argue against that logic.

I just want them to set the record straight like- I was brought here without my choice and any warning. Threatened and STRAIGHT UP KILLED and then forced to play therapist for these same ppl who gave a shit about me only when they knew I was a descendent of their dead sister :] (Ik that's not exactly it but you get the point)

Ooo this kind of MC is great, I love thinking about them! They'd manage to probably snap most of the brothers into better behavior after pushing MC one too many times.

The only one that would constantly struggle would probably be Lucifer, who appreciates their boldness and honesty but if it doesn't drive him absolutely mad sometimes.

And oo yeah I think about that nice tasty bit of angst often. In my own head I have it mapped out differently but the thought of MC always wondering if they'd still be dead if it weren't for luckily being connected by blood to someone who lived centuries ago. I've been meaning to write about that eventually, the aftermath of lesson 16 and my personal opinion of why everyone seemed to ignore what happened.

But yes, thanks for sharing! I love just talking things like this out with people!

#not writing #asks

[paellegere]

final thoughts: supernatural season 13

weird how i have a headache once again. it's like a ritual now. finish a season gain a headache. anyway let's see. a much better season than both 11 and 12 i think. but goddamn that fucking apocalypse world. i can already tell most of this post is going to be me complaining about the apocalypse world. sorry in advance.

so i'm pleasantly surprised that i only hated a sparse few episodes, actually. most of the worse episodes were either mediocre or cringe, and honestly i can accept that. there was some decent stuff here, and i'll give credit where it's due.

i think the season was at its best when lucifer and the apocalypse world weren't in any way involved. unfortunately there were very few episodes entirely absent of both (sad!), but at least there were plenty of scenes that avoided both subjects. i'm clinging to those with gusto.

lucifer... well it's the same issues i've had with him since season 7. i don't like the total rewrite of his character, and i especially don't enjoy his flimsy, superficial motivations, if he ever has motivations to begin with. i'm extremely bored of villains who want evil for evil's sake, power for power's sake. it's tired, it's hackneyed, it's entirely uninteresting. kripke's lucifer was an interesting take on the devil, with his understated and quiet arrogance: you almost wanted to believe him and sympathize with his position. he was compelling and new. but once kripke left the scene, lucifer just feels... like mark pellegrino is trying to recreate crowley from good omens, basically.

the petulant, bratty attitude lacks synergy with his earlier portrayal, and he loses a true purpose in the show. he goes from trying to fulfill one half of a destiny that parallels the relationship between sam and dean to... i don't even know, honestly. first he's a whacky and silly hallucination, then he wants daddy to apologize to him (and throws a temper tantrum to get it), then he wants... to destroy the world? i guess? and then he wants to rule the world, or something, because why not. there's barely anything reminiscent of his original purpose in the show, and hardly anything left of his original personality and character. it's really disappointing to see him disintegrate from something truly compelling to a flat, one-dimensional cardboard cutout of Evil Cartoon Villain. he's just not interesting anymore, i guess unless you really like crowley good omens and have always wanted to see him in supernatural instead. no offense intended to crowley good omens, for the record. he's just lovely in his original series, playing the role he was created for.

anyway what the fuck happened with lucifer in heaven anyway? like i keep feeling i straight-up missed a scene, or an episode. anael walked away from lucifer and then....? and then lucifer is just gone, i guess? like seriously did miss something? what happened between bring 'em back alive and funeralia???? how did they get lucifer out of heaven???? is that EVER explained????

anyway (x2) i guess i'll complain about the apocalypse world again because i still hate it. if there are 10000 apocalypse world haters i'm one of them. if there are 100 apocalypse world haters i'm one of them. if there's 1 apocalypse world hater that's me. if there's 0 apocalypse world haters i'm dead. and so on and so forth. i'm not above being petty.

i've mostly hashed out my thoughts on this world before so i won't bore anyone with the details, but i really really hate how they continued down this path in season 13. there are too many obvious narrative ploys to excuse the actions that sam, dean, and mary have taken. it's like a redemption arc for them without them ever having to do anything to "earn" that redemption. its entire existence screams "well without them doing these horrible things, everything would have been much worse! so actually it's okay!" and i can't stand that level of flippant, tone-deaf handwaving. it's like they can't bear the thought of their protagonists being anything less than morally good, and that gets under my skin and pisses me off like nothing else.

and i think this is particularly bad for mary. the thing season 12 did really well was making her a deeply flawed individual, someone who makes mistakes and is selfish and lost and just trying to make the best decisions with a shit hand and who suffers great losses because the game was rigged against her. she hurts her kids because of her choices, both in the past and in the present, and the show doesn't make an attempt to excuse her but rather encourages the audience to sympathize with her unique situation and understand that this is not and never was a black-and-white problem. there are no "good people" because everyone makes choices that harm others. this is an important theme rooted in the foundation of the show, and it's important to me.

which is why it infuriates me that the branching-off point in the apocalypse world is that mary didn't make the deal with azazel. because all that does is excuse the harm he inflicted on her kids. "the alternative was worse!" to such an extreme that the only thing the audience can do is justify mary's actions and absolve her of her sins. that's not fair to her, and it portrays her in exactly the opposite light that season 12 did, by forcing her into a pure and morally righteous role as the woman who made the Right Choice, who saved the world because of her small sacrifice. it's not fair! they took a complex female character and flattened her so badly into a Good Person simply by transforming her most destructive, selfish decision into the morally good one. it just feels like the writers couldn't handle the agony of writing a female character who wasn't either 100% good or 100% evil, and god it pisses me off. i'm seriously so disappointed in this direction, and the echoes of that direction soured the entirety of season 13 for me. because not only was mary rewritten into the morally upstanding mother, she was also reduced and limited in her narrative role. she took a major backseat this season, and what she was allowed to do was wholly motherly and nurturing. she took care of jack, she... took care of jack, she insisted that the rest of the resistance camp return to the real world with them, she... well damn, she took really good care of jack! none of the reckless, short-sighted characterization of season 12 remains, all her ruthlessness was drained, all of her power and competence ignored, and she was left to a disappointing support role as jack's moral compass, a nurturing mother to help jack develop. i'm SO angry about this, if you can't tell. SO angry about it.

i really, really, really am not someone to say that a character "deserved better" because for one that's a stupid and pointless argument to get into and i find most commentary in that vein to be both entitled and advocating for wildly OOC behavior in pursuit of content that destroys narrative integrity and eliminates drama, plot, and conflict. but mary... god i'm just so disappointed with how they used her this season. they did such great work with her last season. and this season they flattened her into Mother. and i'm so unhappy with it. If You Can't Tell.

let's see. more positive comments: i like how rowena is developing. she still falls firmly into the camp of side characters who are weirdly shallow for the roles they occupy because this show is chronically incapable of crafting good side characters, BUT now that she's getting some on-screen developments there's more meat on her bones, and i like what she's doing. that said, i really disagree with the complete about-face she made from season 12 to 13. seriously what's with the difference in characterizations between 12 and 13...? i'm so so confused here. i don't understand why rowena would ever be so broken up about crowley dying considering she tried to kill him so many times—maybe whoever decided that was the same person who decided mary had to be Mother and nothing else. mother characters have to be Mother and Mother trumps all other facets of their personality, maybe? whatever it is, i'm so annoyed by it and i hope to god this gets better in season 14. please lord i can't keep doing this. i need my women problematic, fucked up, and irredeemable. please.

jack, i'll talk about jack briefly because i'm getting sleepy and holy shit i want to go to bed lmao. i really love his character, i think he's appropriately nuanced and it's very refreshing. i suppose it's because he's a main character, and supernatural handles its main characters far better than the side characters (my issues with cas and his narrative development notwithstanding). he creates so much natural conflict, and i love how he plays off of sam and dean in really organic and interesting ways. i love how he helps to continue dean's arc from season 6 regarding his ability to be a father, and i love how both sam and dean project themselves so heavily onto him and respond to him in drastically different ways according to that perception. it's really complex and layered, which results in fantastic interactions and well-written drama that i greatly appreciate. even jack's interactions with lucifer, as much as i dislike lucifer's character, managed to be engaging and compelling. i love how much everyone is fumbling through all of this (this being parenthood) throughout the season, and how none of them really take to it naturally and those bonds have to form out of mistakes and forgiveness. it feels really satisfying and i'm so, so happy with how it's panned out.

i've seen posts floating around that dean wasn't jack's father, at least not to the extent sam and cas were, but i wholeheartedly disagree and i think dean plays a really vital role in this parenting dynamic, and he's willing to step up in ways both sam and cas hesitate to. for better and for worse, of course. and i just adore that jack so earnestly seeks dean's approval, and that makes dean giving that approval that much sweeter and cathartic. dean was able to give jack what he never got from john, in a big way. or at least dean didn't get it until john was literally on his death bed. it's a lot of character development for dean, and i loved seeing that. and i love that it continued through the season, and dean was able to heal himself through jack and find the father inside of him that can break the cycle of abuse that he inevitably perpetuated through ben. like seriously, incredible character arc. i'm obsessed with it.

i've barely talked about sam's parenting jack because i really don't have much to say. like he did so well, even when he messed up, in reaching out to jack and trying so hard to be the father he never had. he's open and honest about his intentions, his goals, his love, and his care. even though he's not great at communicating, he tries, and that eventually conveys in a way jack understands and appreciates. it's a totally new side to sam that i was anticipating because of tumblr, but that i wouldn't have expected going in blind. he's not exactly cut out for domesticity—really he sucks at it. so seeing him forge himself through dogged effort into a father was really rewarding, and i think his earnest devotion to that cause was what carried him to success there. he's strong-willed and he proved that here, and it's just really heart-warming to see him interact with jack and take care of him the best he knows how to, all the while actively striving to learn better. it's awesome.

i know dean is possessed by an archangel at the moment but i really am hoping for some nice domestic co-parenting wincest moments next season. i need it to live, i think <3

i think this is probably long enough, and also my headache is getting worse because it wants me to sleep 💔 so i'll end this here and start my season 13 detox :) i can't believe i only have 40 episodes left of this show. it feels so unreal, and it actually makes me want to skip the detox and keep going, but i know i'll regret that decision so i'll be diligent and read my wincest porn to cope with bad writing.

#liveblogging: supernatural #sorry to cas for not having anything to say about his parenting. he should have thought about that before he decided to be dead for 5 eps #.txt #spn reviews

[litaskick]

Hi! Can you do a dating edge includes imagine?

i am TERRIBLE at headcanons i feel like, but i’ll try for you anon

my requests are open, request here - who i write for - request rules -  Edge Master List

summary: a collection of headcanons if you were dating the rated R superstar

Dating Edge Includes....

- let me just start off by saying that he ADORES you omg

- literally so in love with you

- absolutely whipped

- would actually do anything for you

- you are his favorite human (sorry christian)

- he always has a hand on you somehow

- adam will literally always find a way to touch you or just hold you

- always holding your hand, keeping an arm around your waist or shoulders, or holding you in his lap if he's sitting down

- adam also loves kissing you, ofc

- he isn't picky, he loves all the kisses, soft kisses, peppering kisses all over your face, rough kisses, or just making out

- he's called the rated r superstar for a reason, so you guys definitely enjoy and have fun with the sex

- adam is your biggest cheerleader, your #1 fan

- he is just so supportive of you

- he is very affectionate if you couldn't already tell

- if you were out with an injury, he would feel TERRIBLE leaving you back at home

- he will constantly worry about you the entire time

- you can count on adam to call you at least 3 times a day if you were out with injury

- literally gives the best hugs, they’re just so comforting

- cuddling is a must, he is all about the cuddles

- honestly, i could see him not sleeping good if you weren't cuddling him

- just because he's so used to it

- double dates with christian and his girlfriend

- when you two were younger he just dreamed of the day you two would get married

- pretty much since the beginning of your relationship he just knew that you were the one

- when you two do finally get married he is so emotional omg

- adam 100% cries when he sees you walking down the aisle

- like everything was about to become real, you were actually going to get married

- and once it was official, you remember that being the happiest you had ever seen him

- you two were just in absolute bliss

- you guys ARE the wrestling it couple

- and you have been for years

- literally the wrestling community's favorite couple

- at the beginning of your relationship you guys would sneak around

- adam didn't want to admit to christian that he was right about his crush on you

- eventually christian found out anyways though and told adam that he told him so

- when he was forced to retire, you retired just a few months after him

- you almost felt guilty to keep wrestling while he sat at home with a messed up neck watching you on the tv

- you also just worried about him being home alone without some one there 24/7, his mom would come in and help him out, but she would just stay for a few hours and leave

- when you went on raw to perform your retirement speech, adam still had no clue that you were retiring, you didn't really know how to tell him

- after you were done and trying to get back to your dressing room to call him, you kept getting stopped by all you coworkers, the women crying and telling you how much they would miss you, and the guys giving you a pat on the back or a hug and asking you why, to which you responded "My husband comes first."

- When you finally did get back to the locker room, you had dozens of missed calls from him, and few text telling you to call him

- of course you called him and he picked up before the first ring could even go through

- adam was just frantic "why are you retiring?", "you never told me about this" , "you don't have to do this because of me"

- you calmly just told him to relax "you come first adam, you always will. i love wrestling and i've had such a good career for the past 13 years but i just can't do it anymore, not without you here too. it just doesn't feel right, not with the thought of you sitting at home having to watch it all knowing that you can never come back again." you explained

- the phone call ended with you both in tears, adam stating that "i'm ok with you retiring if that's what you want to do, but i feel guilty about it." and you just stating "please don't feel guilty about it, honey. this is my decision. i'll be home tomorrow, i love you."

- when you finally got home the next morning and saw him, you could just tell that he was up all night thinking about it

- you went over and hugged him and you said "it's ok, it isn't your fault."

- it took him a few months to accept it fully, he secretly still had so much guilt over it though, but he let it go

- retirement life ended up being pretty good

- it took adam awhile to recollect himself after his neck injury, but after he did, he got right back on track

- he got roles in shows and movies, meanwhile you still did a few side things for wwe

- like training upcoming talent, doing commentary for PPVs, even helping write some stuff out for the creative department

- when adam returns to wwe, you are extremely nervous

- you would not be able to forgive yourself if he hurt himself out there

- but you watched him train his ass off and even helped him train, so you felt a little better about it

- but the nerves that hit you as you watched him get back in a ring and wrestle on a monitor in the gorilla were insane

- your hands were shaky for sure

- and you couldn’t help but silently cry, it was a mix of nerves and joy

- the obvious reason for the nerves

- but as for the joy, you were so happy seeing him back out there

- you knew how bad he had wanted this

- and you knew how much wrestling meant to him

- when he came back through the curtain you felt like you could finally breathe again

- he immediately came over to you

- adam knew how nervous you were about his return

- he pulled you into one of the tightest hugs 

- when he pulled away he wiped away your tears

- “i’m ok” 

- “i know you are, i was just worried”

- and then he pulled you into a hug again, this one lasting longer

- when he pulled away this time he gave you a kiss

- “i’m proud of you”

- but ANYWAYS

- i got carried away with the return thing

- BUT

- being his girlfriend is amazing though

- 10/10 would recommend

#edge wwe #edge x reader #edge fanfiction #edge fanfic #edge imagines #edge imagine #edge oneshots #edge wwe x reader #edge wwe fanfiction #edge wwe fanfic #edge wwe imagines #edge wwe imagine #edge wwe oneshots