#if it changes the person you once were just Stops Existing apparently

[skipper1331]

Is it too late to make things right? // Grace Clinton

a/n: based off this request. Hope you enjoy it!

Everything Grace Clinton did, made you furious.

It didn’t matter if it was the way she talked, laughed or played - even just her breathing, blinking or existing made you more than angry.

You hated Grace Clinton with a passion and no, not without any reason, as everybody always said.

"Don’t be so rude to Gracie, she did nothing wrong"

"Can‘t you be nice to her for once?"

"It‘s her debut show some respect"

You hated Grace Clinton for what she did to you and the way she had humiliated you.

But in fact, you respected her debut, she played phenomenally but obviously you didn’t tell her that - you didn’t talk to her at all.

After the game, you walked to the changing room, not looking at the midfielder or giving her congratulations for her game.

"What the fuck is your problem?" the voice of Alessia shrilled through the hall.

"Are you talking to me?" you asked dumbfounded, confused on what the problem was.

"Who else?"

Shrugging your shoulders, you looked at her. "Come on, out of everybody you were the first one to flee the scene"

"and apparently, you the second one, hm?" you cut her off, "Alessia, say what you want to say or leave me alone" you stated firmly, even though you already knew what the problem was: Grace Clinton.

Taken back from your firm voice and the use of Alessia instead of Less made her crumble under your gaze - you loved nicknames, you rarely called people by their actual name.

"What is your problem with Grace?" she asked anyways.

"I don’t have a problem with Clinton"

There it was - Clinton, it clearly showed your disliking.

Alessia knew you well enough to know that that was a lie, not only because you were a terrible liar but the Clinton gave it away. If Lessi had to describe you, she would say "When she calls you by a nickname, she loves you - you’re her friend. When she calls you by your actual name, she a) doesn’t know you yet or b) the situation is serious. When you get called by your surname, there is a problem."

"Didn’t think you’d be a liar" she replied, slowly getting annoyed at your behavior. Grace was like a little sister to her, she had to be protected at all costs.

"And I don’t think I have asked for your opinion"

With that you turned back around and continued your walk to the changing room.

"Ever since Grace is here you’re an absolute ass!" the blonde yelled after you.

-

You avoided Alessia, and Grace even more after your encounter with the blonde. Out of everyone, you didn’t expect Alessia to be rude to you. Not only because she‘s a sunshine herself but because she‘s your club teammate too. But it’s about Clinton, of course she would protect her.

What Alessia didn’t know was that her sweet Gracie was an ass herself, rude and mean.

-

"Hey"

You looked up from your book, seeing Less in front of you, before taking a seat beside you.

"Can I help you?" you asked, turning the page in your book, focusing on the words there.

The striker sighed, thinking about what to say - she stayed silent.

"I‘m not in the mood for being yelled at again, so with all respect, please leave me alone"

"I‘m sorry for my outburst" she apologized, "I’m just trying to understand what the problem is.."

This time it was you who sighed, closing the book, "Less, I don’t want to be rude, but it‘s none of your business. Gracie is not the person she used to be and neither am I. We play for the same country and that‘s it" you stood up from your seat, intending to leave - running away.

Alessia was shocked, not about the part where you said it’s none of her business - she knew you were right - you didn’t call the current Tottenham player Clinton but Gracie. You could have chosen anything yet you said Gracie, a nickname.

"What happened between the two of you?" Her hand on your arm stopped you, Lessi‘s voice caring.

On clue, said person came into view, locking eyes with you.

"We grew apart"

It was the longest eye contact you had with her since what? maybe years. Familiar feelings rummaged through your body - looking into the eyes you once loved so dearly.

Anger was displayed on her face, marching over as she purposely and aggressively bumped into you, "watch where you‘re going" she spat which you only ignored.

"What the fuck, Alessia" the midfielder growled, pulling her somewhere more private.

"Why are you talking to her about me!"

"Grace-"

"No, Alessia! This is absolutely none of your fucking business. She broke up with me years ago, so let her be!"

"Who broke up with whom?" The noisy voice of Ella chipped in. The place Grace chose wasn‘t as private as she had thought.

"Y/n was your girlfriend?"

The young lioness inhaled, closing her eyes for a brief moment, "no.. she ended things before I could ask her."

"Why?" Tooney asked as the best friends shared a look.

"We should go on a walk" the blonde striker then proposed, to which Grace surprisingly agreed. The topic had been bothering her for years, not knowing what she had done wrong, that you didn't want anything to do with her anymore. From one day to the next you ignored her, stopped talking to her - didn't even look at her. What had she done wrong? Her heart still breaks when she thinks back to the evening when everything went downhill. She wanted to ask you that night if you would like to be her girlfriend. You had danced around your feelings quite a while, even though you both knew there was something there - the stolen kisses, the sneaky touches, the love letters - but you broke her heart before she could ask you, even though the real reason was that she had broken your heart first.

"Why haven’t you talked to us?" Lessi asked as the three of them walked outside of the facility in Spain.

Shrugging her shoulders, "there was never a reason to" she replied, "we never played at the same club, so it was easy for her to avoid me, same goes with the call up - she got hers earlier, so we didn’t see each other at camps either"

"How do you feel now? Seeing her?" this time it was Ella who asked.

"I‘m being rude to her. And I know that‘s not right, but it‘s- I don’t even know, unspoken anger I guess, because she just broke my heart and because that‘s the only attention I will get from her…"

"You loved her, didn’t you?"

"I do"

"Do?"

"Did? Have? Do? I don’t know" she mumbled, "how could I not? You know her, she‘s more than incredible"

Years later, Grace still wasn’t over you, being near you made it clear. She couldn’t get over the things she felt for you. You were the first girl she‘s kind of been with. You were her first love story and her first love.

Putting her feelings aside, busying herself with work didn’t heal her, it just made her feelings more intense as they came crashing down now.

"Have you ever tried talking to her?"

"Of course! I asked her so many times what I did wrong, she never answered me" she sighed.

Alessia and Ella had never seen their friend so vulnerable and tired. Her facade had dropped, she deeply cared about you yet all the unanswered questions turned into anger - she just didn’t know how to deal with her feelings and the struggle of not having you in her life.

She missed you.

-

To say that Ella and Alessia saw you differently now was only partly correct. Both of them had many questions, what did happen? What was the reason you ended things before they even started? Has Grace done something wrong? But most importantly: Was there a way to make amends?

It was the next day after training when the best friends decided to take matters into their own hands. You two had to sort things out. The rudeness started getting more and more while the tension grew thicker each second. To be fair, it didn’t affect either of your or the teams playing performance as you kept things professional on the pitch yet off the pitch both of you acted like angry toddlers towards each other.

"We need to do something" Ella huffed at Alessia, both of them watching you growling at Grace.

"Do what? Lock them in a room??" Alessia intended to joke which the midfielder took seriously. "That‘s an awesome idea!", pulling the girl towards Mary - they definitely needed her help.

And when Mary was introduced to the idea, the three, so called master minds, came up with a perfect plan.

-

"Grace, wanna play darts?" Ella asked the young lioness, grinning.

"Um, maybe later" asked person replied as she relaxed on one of the bean bags in the 'movie' room.

"Are you afraid you‘ll loose?" Tooney challenged - she knew Grace could never back down a challenge and not even the slightest when it was something as simple as darts. It can’t be that hard to throw a dart, can it?

Meanwhile Mary asked you the exact same, the only difference that you agreed in an instant, darts something you loved to play in camps.

Walking to the 'game' room of the facility - a room with darts, pool and table football - the gk and you talked about the last upcoming friendly.

Arriving in the room, "I forgot my lucky dart!" Mary suddenly stated, leaving the room quickly, "I’m back in a moment" she called.

Not thinking anything about it, you waited for her to come back.

She didn’t.

In fact, when the door opened again, someone stumbled into the room before the door was quickly locked.

"Ella?!"

"Sorry for pushing you!" the man united player answered behind the closed door.

"Why are you locking me in this room?"

"Turn around" you answered.

The current Tottenham player jumped, "don‘t scare me like that!" her hand clutching over her heart, trying to calm down.

"You have to sort things out" Alessia joined the conversation.

"We can play darts after that" Mary added.

"We‘ll be back in an hour"

You grumbled under your breath, marching away from Grace who stood in front of the door hoping it would open magically.

"I guess, we have to talk if we want to leave this room today" Grace said after 10 minutes of an awkward silence.

"No thanks" you responded nonchalantly. You didn‘t want to talk to Grace ever again unless it was work related.

"Come on, don’t be so stubborn" the midfielder slowly walked towards you sitting on the pool table.

"Grow up, Clinton"

"I grew up while we grew apart" she mocked your words - words that hadn’t left her mind ever since you said them. What did you even mean by that? You haven’t grown apart - you ended things out of nowhere!

"Clinton, leave me alone"

That was the last straw, "can you fucking stop with the Clinton?!" she snapped, stepping right in front of you. She hated it. Yes, it was her surname and she loved to see it on the back of jerseys but she hated it when you called her that. What happened to Gracie? Lovely girl? Or love?

"Get a grip, Clinton"

There was no point in making an effort - you wouldn’t talk, you‘ve made that very clear.

Grace walked to the other side of the room, sitting down on the little bench that was the next to the dartboard.

She felt helpless. And even though she was in the same room, it felt like the two of you were oceans apart.

The silence was deafening.

You didn’t mind that - as long as Grace was shutting her mouth, you‘d be fine with everything.

Grace did mind it - it made her anxious. She was closer to you than she had been in years. This was her opportunity to find out what she did wrong and what the reason was that you hated her now. What happened to being friends? Secret Lovers? What’s happened to the chance of being together forever?

"Y/n/n, please" the young lioness almost whispered. You froze, you hadn’t heard that one in years - the midfielder, the only one who ever used that nickname.

"Just answer one question and I promise you to never talk to you again off pitch"

"You better keep that promise" you said firmly, turning around as the Tottenham player jumped up, walking towards you.

Leaning against the table football, she thought about her questions - which would be the best to ask.

"What did I do wrong?" It was the most obvious question to ask but maybe the answer would finally give Grace some inner peace.

"Seriously? Of all the questions you could have asked, you chose one where you already know the answer-"

"But I don‘t! I don’t know anything! Out of nowhere you cut me off! Pretending I don’t exist!"

"You don‘t exist to me anymore" you stated rather calmly while Grace was gesticulating wildly, frown and the wrinkle between her brows deepening.

"How can you say that?! I used to be important to you"

Lowly, you empathized "Used to" which was only partly true. Parts of your heart always yearned for Grace, hoping she was doing well and achieving all of her dreams.

A part of you still loved Grace Clinton, and forever will.

"Just- just answer the question, please"

"You humiliated me, Grace, you humiliated me in the worst way you ever could."

"How? I‘m so in love with you, i would never dream of upsetting you in any way."

You laughed, clapping your hands, "You‘re funny"

"What‘s wrong with you?!"

"What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?" You felt yourself getting angry, starting to match her furios energy. As if Grace didn‘t know what she had done - what sick game was she playing?

"You humiliated me, Grace, that’s what wrong. How could you? I thought- i thought you liked me. At least enough to keep private things private and not to read them out loud in the fucking locker room!" your voice took many changes in that short statement. It started off calm, before it turned sad, almost vulnerable as the last part was full of venom.

The midfielder froze on the spot, arms falling to her sides as she realized what the problem had been years ago and still was.

The unknown feeling exposed now, flashbacks crossing her mind from that day, "the letters" left her mouth, eyes wide. How could it be that she hadn't thought of this sooner? Now everything made sense! Your anger and hostility towards her, the abrupt break in contact. The world was no longer your enemy, your only enemy was someone you believed would never break your heart. A someone that had promised you to fight with you against the world but instead, she had weakened you so much that you no longer had the strength to do so - your last strength was directed against her.

"Exactly. I‘ve heard what you said, Grace. And the worst part? You didn’t even read them. Our friend read them out loud and you laughed about them, telling the whole locker room that i was weirdly obsessed with you 'Nah. I don‘t stand her - she follows me around like a lost puppy. I don‘t even like girls' I remember everything, word for word, Clinton"

Your eyes turned glossy, you never healed from that humiliation.

"Listen to me-"

"No, you will listen to me." you growled, your voice was so full of anger, stepping towards her to intimidate her, "stay away from me"

Grace was breathing heavily, her eyes darting around your face - you were so close to her.

Not in control of her soul, mind or body, Grace smashed her lips against yours, hands gripping your hips as she pulled you close.

You couldn’t even register what was happening before your body responded in kissing her back - matching her energy.

The kiss was nothing like the kisses you shared before - it was feisty, all anger purred into this one kiss.

Yet it felt so good, your heart felt peace, an old familiar feeling you only ever felt when you were with the lioness. The walls you had built around it were gone. So even though Gracie was the reason why you had built them in the first place, she was now the reason why they collapsed.

When you slowly came to your senses, you pushed her away, lips swollen from kissing each other, feeling dizzy at the intensity and the feeling of happiness it had given you.

"I‘m sorry-"

"A sorry won‘t fix anything!" you shouted. You were so confused.

It was the first time where you ever had raised your voice at Grace. You didn’t mean the kiss but the girl knew exactly what you were referring to. And even though, you didn‘t like shouting or yelling in general, let alone at someone like Gracie, you defended yourself with that - an apology wouldn’t fix anything nor would a kiss.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice" you said, not liking a shouting atmosphere or the sad look in Grace‘s eyes.

"It‘s okay" the midfielder breathed out shakily, "you know, all of your love notes are in my wallet. I read them at least once a day" she admitted, staring at the floor, not being able to trust her voice if she would look you in the eye, "It was stupid to think that I didn‘t know what I have done wrong while it was in fact right in front of me. I broke your heart the day you broke mine." taking a deep breath, she sorted her thoughts, "I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, all I want to do is give you an explanation."

You nodded slightly - you always wanted an explanation but instead of confronting the girl that day, you ran away, protecting yourself more and more over the years.

"One of the girls found your letters in my bag when they searched for something, I don’t even remember what. She read them out loud while I was on the other side of the locker room talking to your friend. I asked her, if I had her blessing to ask you to be my girlfriend. I knew how important it was to you and since she was the only who knew about us, that was the least I could do. We never talked about telling our teammates, so when she read the letters, I panicked. I panicked because I didn‘t want to be outed by someone else. I also panicked because I didn’t know if you‘d be okay with me admitting our- my love for you. I got so scared in that moment, that my self-protection mechanism answered before I could even reflect the situation. It felt like a stranger was controlling me. And you‘re right, 'sorry' won‘t fix anything but I want you to know that it was never my intention to break your heart. I meant it when I said that I want you to be mine forever. I have always loved you and I don’t think, that I will ever love someone who isn‘t you. So, even though it won‘t fix anything; I sincerely want to apologize. I‘m proud of you and the footballer you became - I will always be your number one fan"

Throughout her explanation, three things remained in your mind,

1. I don’t think I will ever love someone else - did that mean she still loved you?

2. Strangely, you believed every word she said. Grace had never lied to you - she was a terrible liar anyways.

3. Ask you to be my girlfriend - she wanted to make things official..?

"I did. I wanted you to be my girlfriend the second you smiled at me. I remember your shy smile, the way you looked everywhere, only briefly stopping at me." she chuckled, a love sick smile on her face.

"I thought I said that only in my head" you mumbled, cheeks turning red.

As Grace took a step closer, her hands cupping your cheeks, so you would look at her instead of the floor. "I never wanted to be your enemy" she whispered, her lips pressing tenderly against your forehead - a confession and a promise.

In that moment, both of you realized that maybe it wasn‘t too late to make things right. But it would take time and patience for you to learn how to love and trust each other again.

#grace clinton #grace clinton x reader #manchester united x reader #tottenham women #manchester united women #arsenal wfc #alessia russo #ella toone #mary earps #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso #engwnt #lionesses #engwnt x reader #lionesses x reader

[three-penguins-in-a-trench-coat]

Imagine how fucking weird it would be to marry the Stardew Valley Farmer

Like, you've lived a happy life in a small town, with friends and family but then BOOM. A smoking hot new farmer hits the town, flirted with you twice and gave you a shiny rock and a plate of food before smacking you in the face with a bouquet and yeeting a pendant around your neck. Congratulations, you just achieved the family life without ever knowing how the fuck you got there. And the person you married is insane.

You're outside feeding the animals and they materialise into existence right in front of you, a sword in one hand, dripping with blood, and their backpack bulging full. "Oh, hey honey." they say before sprinting off like this is the most regular thing in the world.

Things got weirder once they got an incubator. It was alright at first, Kluck may have a shade darker than pitch black and have eyes that burned bright with fire, but you only caught them casting ritualistic spells once. Then when a FUCKING DINOSAUR HATCHED you realised a conversation would be required with the farmer about the eggs they find and whether it was morally acceptable to see what was inside.

Apparently they have a deed to land on a deserted island??? "Nah, it's not deserted! There's an old lady, a crazy scientist and a tarzan living there!" They reply. Apparently they couldn't understand why you were so nervous when you realised they were farming tracts of land in an ancient rainforest, shadowed by a volcano from which you definitely heard ominous shrieks and wailing. The resort they built was quite nice, but when the flippety fuck did they have time to build it?

Occasionally, a man dressed like the night sky appears, but refuses to speak unless the Farmer is alone with them. You caught a glimpse of his skin once, and it was bright blue. The farmer leaves those conversations dazed and distracted. They never talk about them, but in the days after, you often notice them sit and stare into the distance.

You tell yourself that they do not explore the caves in the desert. You tell yourself that because you're already insanely worried by all the other shit the farmer does.

You notice that they enter the sewer a lot, and one day you follow. It's difficult to come to terms with the fact that your partner is friends with a shadow creature, but it did look rather friendly. It heard your footsteps once and ran away, so you decided not to come back.

Some days, new stuff will just... appear. First it giant pillars, that the Farmer swore were important. And then it was little huts, and while you never saw anyone go in or out, all the crops were harvested and neatly organised in piles on the inside. You decide to leave offerings to appease whatever spirits must the huts belong to. One day you get a letter saying thankyou, with 500g attatched. And then there was that day... why the fuck do you need a giant solid gold clock?

After the day the clock appeared, everything changed. Production stopped, they said we now have enough money to live off of for the rest of your lives. The farm got redecorated. Life is beautiful. Occasionally you have dreams, dreams of crying children turning into doves. They reach out for you, and you reach back, sobbing, trying anything to protect them, to ease their pain. Their small, frail hands scrape over yours, but you can never grab hold. You always wake up screaming and can never remember why.

#the spouses have some idea of what the farmer does #but they don't know everything #yes i know some of these aren't in the game #but they were fun to write about #stardew #stardew valley #sdv #stardew farmer #stardew bachelors #stardew bachelorettes

[muzansfangs]

I would do it again.

Starring: Kokushibo x f!reader; Yoriichi x f!reader (mentioned)

Warnings: nsfw, modern au, cheating, slight angst, pregnacy, breeding kink, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, alcohol, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (Kokushibo receiving) morally grey reader, dom!kokushibo, sub!reader, revenge, implied reference to inferiority complex.

Plot: you were married to Yoriichi. You loved him, you really did, but your relationship grew colder as he had to spend months away from you for work. No calls, no texts, no chances to meet up somewhere. You were on your lowest when his brother, Kokushibo, showed up at your place. He told you he was going to stay for a while and that you would have not even noticed his presence around. However, loneliness and the twisted desire of taking a bite from the forbidden fruit brought you two together. Your secret, sinful affaire did not stop when Yoriichi returned. You got pregnant and you knew who the father was. Kokushibo left then, not forgetting about you and the child his brother would have claimed as his. He had taken his little satisfaction over him, he had you and your heart, no matter what.

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Three months. You had no idea of where he was. You knew right from the start it would have been hard, but you did not expect to spend your whole life without him. He did not call you even once a week. Nor texts, neither letters, nothing. Whenever he had to leave, it felt like you had never even married him. He always said it was necessary, claiming he did it because he wanted to keep you safe. At what cost, though? If it was not a bullet through your head, it was his absence killing you instead.

You missed him. You still loved him and, apparently, he did too. It was absurd how he could act as a loving husband around you and then turn into a cold-hearted man you barely recognized, as soon as drove off to the airport.

“Fuck it…” you muttered, downing the third shot of vodka you had poured yourself to forget about the broken heart in your chest. You could not do this anymore, you knew it. Your house was too big for you to live in it alone. You clutched the fabric of one of shirt in your hands, sinking your nose into it in search for any trace of his existence. The creased item still smelled strongly of his favorite perfume.

It was not healthy.

You sobbed, curling yourself up in a ball on the couch and cursed yourself for having fallen in love with him at college. How could you not love him, though? He was the most handsome, brilliant, shy and kind person you had ever met in your life. Your hearts matched. He was the missing piece you had been searching for since you were born. Where was he now, then?

To snap you out of your stream of consciousness was someone knocking on the front door. Could it have been Yoriichi? You scoffed, wiping away your tears with the hem of your sweater as you reminded yourself that he would have never knocked. He had the keys, he always unlocked the door himself.

You still had to wait to see his face again.

You hopped down from the couch, your bare feet touching the cold floor as you sneakily made your way to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, just in case you had to defend yourself. What if Yoriichi was right? What if it was someone who wanted to hurt you, to hurt him? What if they had found you? You heart thrummed in your chest as you approached the front door, your grip on the hilt of the knife tightening.

“Y/N, are you home? It’s me… Kokushibo” the deep, hoarse voice of your husband’s twin pierced your ears.

Michikatsu. It had been two years since you last saw him. Just like your husband, he lived a life of danger, anonymity. Maybe it was even worse than Yoriichi’s one. He had to change his name for it. What did he want from you now, in the middle of the night?

You unlocked the door, dropping your hand still holding the weapon down your side and your droopy, puffy eyes met his maroon ones. There he was, Koksuhibo, the stolid Tsugikuni twin, the opposite of your husband. He stood on the porch, a luggage at his feet and a black raincoat embracing his slender, yet muscular frame perfectly. He held no sympathy in his eyes as he stared back at you. His eyes scanned your face attentively, then travelled down your body and you frowned at the way he averted his eyes from you.

You were about to ask him what was wrong, when the cold winter breeze made you realize how inappropriate your attire was. Your legs were completely exposed to the icy air, to his gaze. The blue, oversized sweater you were wearing only reached the middle of your thighs and your cheeks flushed up as you stepped behind the door and gestured for him to enter.

“Hi” you feebly said, as he picked up his heavy luggage and crossed the threshold.

“Did I wake you up?” he asked, taking a look around the silent, dark living room. It was oddly tidy. It looked almost if no one lived in here. Except for the coffee table in front of the couch. Photographs, empty bottles of liquors and an half-eaten meal laid on it.

You sniffed, closing the door behind you and weakly shook your head “No, I could not sleep – you whispered, eyes downcast not to meet his gaze – What brings you here?” you asked him, walking over to the counter and throwing the knife into the sink.

“I need a place to stay for a while. Don’t worry, you are going to forget I am even here – he stated, taking his black leather gloves off – Where’s he?”.

He. Right, how could you forget the rivalry between them? It was one-sided, yet evident. You had tried to ask your husband about it, but all he said was that Kokushibo had a serious inferiority complex. It was not much of an answer and you were sure there was more about it that Yoriichi did not feel like talking about, or share. Not even with you.

“He’s left three months ago. I haven’t heard from him since then” you quipped, walking past him to slump back into your couch. However, your unexpected visitor had other plans for you.

You felt his hand wrap around your wrist in a iron-grip and you were forced to halt. You could feel his intense gaze boring holes on the back of your head and gulped down, waiting for him to speak again and allow you to slip back into your catatonic loop of saddness, fear and loneliness. A self-destructing coping mechanism, indeed.

“How’re you, Y/N?” he inquired, making your breath hitch into your throat.

“I’m fine”.

“My brother might be blind, but I am not. What the fuck are you doing?” he asked again, swinging you around roughly. You hissed, wriggling your arm in his grip as your eyes met his ones for a split second. He seemed genuinely concerned about you.

How did he notice it in five minutes? How could he see your pain, when your husband did not?

“I’m going on, let me go” you blurted out, opting for keeping the eye-contact with him. Fighting was pointless. He was shamelessly strong and stubborn. There was no way in the world he would have let you go. Not until you had dignified him with a proper answer, at least.

“Drinking and crying yourself to sleep is not the answer. You are hurting yourself” he sternly replied, tugging you closer to him until you almost bumped against his broaded chest.

His cologne, God, his strong cologne pierced your nostrils in the same alluring way your husband’s one did in the past. That was another reminder for you of how distant you two had become: your sex drive had totally died out. He did not touch you, he did not worship your body as he used to when you got married. No.

You missed the physical contact you had with him.

And you cursed yourself for the way you were feeling now, under Kokushibo’s touch. It was immoral, wrong. You were ashamed of yourself. Then again, you were half-drunk, tired, drained. Could you really blame yourself for it?

“Why do you care about it, huh? It’s not your problem! You never gave a damn about me!” you snapped, swallowing the lump in your throat preventing you to properly breathe.

He tensed, his lips reduced to a thin-line at your harsh words “Because it should have been me. You should have married me, not him” he bitterly retorted, darting his hooded eyes down on your writhing frame.

You parted your lips in disbelief, tears welling up in your eyes as you banged the fist of your free hand against his chest in frustration. Why? Why did he have to say that? Why was he playing with you again? What was he talking about? He never showed interest in you.

“How dare you? Shut up, just leave! Were you not supposed to make me forget you are here? Let me be, let me–…” you yelled at his face, but you never finished the sentence.

Before you could vomit your anger on him, your back hit the wall behind you, the air knocked out of your lungs for a second, as his lips connected with yours in a fiery, fervent kiss. Your eyes grew round as his tongue brushed over your lower lip to ask for the permission to enter your mouth. You wanted to deny it, but your body craved it. You craved him, you craved the warmth of a body over yours.

You craved love and he was providing you it.

You returned the kiss with equal passion, your hands cupping his smooth cheeks as you hoisted your leg over his hip to pull him closer. He grunted in your mouth, one of his hands caressing the bare skin of your thigh as he grounded his groin down onto yours. A throaty moan fell from your lips as he repeated the action and his mouth assaulted your neck.

You did not care about the marks he was leaving behind him, on your once flawless skin. They would have faded sooner or later and, surely, your husband would have never known about them. He was not there. He was not coming back for a long time.

“What are we— Argh! What are we doing?” you breathed out, fumbling with the buttons of his raincoat and helping him to take it off.

He discarded it carelessly behind him on the floor, hooking his hands underneath your thighs and picking you up effortlessly. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist instinctively as he made his way to your bedroom.

How many times you had walked down that corridor, hoping in vain that your husband would have joined you and showered you in affection between the untouched bedsheets of your bed. You remembered the fire within his eyes, back when you got married, when he made you feel on cloud nine. Where was that fire now? It had died out.

“I’m doing exactly what I had to do ages ago” Kokushibo uttered, between hot kisses as he let you down onto the bed and carefully crawled on top of you. You trembled, your hands reaching up to tear his shirt open. The buttons flew across the room, lost forever under the bed, as your eyes contemplated his chiseled body. He was deadly handsome. You blushed and Kokushibo stroked your cheek, half-lidded eyes soaking in your features barely enlightened by the dim moonlight seeping through the courtains.

You were so beautiful. How could that bastard not see it? How could he let you crumble down like that?

He got rid of his shirt and he grasped your hand, leading it to lay flat onto his chest “You can touch me, Y/N” he murmured, watching you bite down your lower lip softly, probably still trying to ponder if what you were doing was right or wrong. You were cheating on your husband, you were stabbing his back by fucking his brother in your bedroom, on your shared bed.

On the same bed where you had told him you loved him.

“Michikatsu…” you called his name, making the man’s eyes widen even so slightly as you said his real name. No one had done it in years. No one had ever whispered it so sweetly, so lovingly. He knew you were different. You had never insulted him, you had never hurt him.

You were supposed to be his right from the start. He would have treated you better, he would have loved you better.

“Make love to me” you added, staring deep into his shimmering eyes. You wanted it, you trusted him, you were willing to nurture this new spark between you two. Could you forgive yourself for it in the future?

He did not reply, his fingers slipped between the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs and exposing your aching cunt to his vicious eyes. You felt embarrassed. No man, except for your husband, had seen you naked in a long time. The idea of displaying your wet folds to Yoriichi’s brother sent shivers down your spine.

He did not waste time in dipping his fingers into you. He groaned at the way they slipped into your core smoothly, effortlessly. You were made for him. Your mouth hanged open, your back arching as he pumped his colloused digits in and out of you at a regular pace. The pleasure engulfing your stomach could not be compared to the small amount you felt when you touched yourself on Yoriichi. It was defferent, on another level. Kokushibo knew perfectly what you needed. You moaned out his name as he added a third finger, curling them into you to stimulate your spongy walls.

“M-More. Michikatsu, please— Give me more” you pleaded him, craning your neck in ecstasy.

His eyes clouded over in lust as he pulled his fingers out of you and suddenly flipped you over on your stomach, hastily unbuckling the belt of his trousers. You heard him unzipping them and before you knew it he had his hands on your hips, roughly pulling them up to assure himself a better access to your pussy. You closed your eyes, a yelp leaving your swollen lips when he smacked your ass and dragged the tip of his shaft along your folds to collect some juices. You could tell he was big, maybe even bigger than Yoriichi and it only meant one thing: it would have hurt, especially after a long period of not welcoming a cock between your walls.

“Be a good girl for me, Y/N. – he cooed, pressing the tip of his length to your entrance – Act like you’re my wife, as you should’ve been right from the start” he added, before slowly pushing past your folds. He grunted at the way your walls squeezed him tightly and he clenched his teeth not to bottom out completly with one thrust.

You writhed beaneath him, whimpers of pain and pleasure mixing together on your tongue as he conquered more inches, until he gave you one last hard thrust and you felt your ass pressing up against his navel.

He stayed still a minute, maybe two, to give you enough time to adjust to his massive size, drawing soothing circles on your back to make you relax. Your cheek was pressed down onto the pillow, your back arched to a painful angle, but it did not matter. It was worthy.

He gave you no warning as he started thrusting into your from behind, the sound of his thighs slapping your ass as he slammed you down into him was vulgar, lewd, shameful. But the unholy mantra you chanted as he filled you up, as he stretched you out until you were loose enough for his girth was heavenly.

“Michikatsu!” you cried out, the pressure coiling into your stomach was unbearable as he picked up the place and his hands left marks onto the soft flesh of your hips.

You could not hold on anymore. Your walls clamped down his cock as you reached your orgasm, milking his cock. Your breath was uneven, your mind fuzzy as he grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you up, until his lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“I’ll fucking cum inside you. I’ll fuck a baby into you, Y/N. You are mine. He has no more rights over you” he rasped, giving you a few sloppy thrusts before he released his seed into you. You did not protest. Your silent consent screamed out his name as you both collapsed onto the bed, out of breath.

It did not stop that night. For two months he fucked you everyday, making sure his seed did not leaked out of your hole. He was loving out of bed, a beast into the sheets. You grew to love the taste of his cum, when you knelt between his legs and bobbed your head up and down his dick. You started to love him, in the same wicked way that he loved you.

Everywhere you looked around the house, you could picture him taking you in any possible position. You straddled him on the couch, he bent you over the counter in the kitchen, he had you held up against the wall in the shower. He had owned you in every way you vould have ever imagined.

After another month of being away, Yoriichi finally came back. Surprisingly, he did not take notice of the way his brother looked at you, or how your skin smelled like him most of the times. He was just happy to be reunited with his wife and how could you deny him the affection you had longed for during his absence. You made love to him, the night he had come back to you. You had done it the day before with Michikatsu and only God knew how much you loved him.

Two weeks later, you found out you were pregnant. The good news was that the period of conception coincided with Yoriichi’s return. Nevertheless, you knew who was the father.

You watched Kokushibo leave a few days after the news. The bond with his brother seemed to have weirdly developed into a stronger one.

“You should visit us more frequently! And, please, I’d appreciate it very much, if you could keep company to my wife, when I’m gone” Yoriichi said, smiling contently at his brother.

If only he knew.

Kokushibo faintly smiled back at him, his eyes locking with yours for a few seconds, before he nodded his head to his brother “I will take good care of her, brother”.

I would do it again, Michikatsu thought then, hopping into his car. Yoriichi’s life was now his.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! I know I should’ve posted Douma’s one-shot earlier, but somehow I felt inspired and completed this project. Ugh, poor Yoriichi, but … I wanted to write something different for Kokushibo. He deserves to be happy too. No matter the cost!Likes, comments and reposts are appreciated!

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[nataliawrites]

Crowning Glory // Max Verstappen

Max Verstappen x Princess of the Netherlands!Reader

Max prided himself on his control. His job depended on it. His life depended on it.

Even when he briefly lost control — and he really doesn’t regret the infamous pushing incident — it was always of his own doing.

Until you came into his life.

A knock on the door to his driver’s room started Max. It was race day and it was rare for him to be bothered when he was preparing on his own. A home race meant that everything was heightened. The adrenaline thrummed deeper. The cheers were louder. The Orange Army was nearly blinding in the stands.

“Max,” the familiar voice of his team principal filtered through the door after another knock, “I have someone who would like to meet you.”

“Can’t we do this later, Christian? I know you know my routine by now.”

“Just open the door. I think you’ll be happy to change up your routine this once.”

Max heaved himself off of the small couch and went to send the Brit and whatever guest he brought along away so he could continue to focus on the race in peace.

He opened the door, prepared to shut it in a second, but stopped short when he saw who was standing next to Christian. The guest in question was wearing an elegant summer dress in a bright shade of orange sure to be similarly reflected upon thousands of Dutch fans around the track.

She was also the subject of his long running teenage crush. A crush he thought he had gotten over until he was staring open-mouthed at her right in front of him.

“Hallo,” she takes the initiative to greet Max considering he was still making somewhat of a fool of himself in front of her, “it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Max bends into a hasty bow, unsure of the protocols for meeting someone he had only ever seen on the news and the pages of magazines, “Your Royal Highness, I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m the one intruding on your preparations,” she waves his apology off. “I just wanted to stop by and wish you luck before the race. It is my first time attending a Grand Prix in-person but my family and I have been fans for a long time and started following your career when news of an incredibly promising young driver racing under the Dutch flag first made its rounds.”

“I-thank you, Your Highness. I am honored.”

“Well, I will leave you to continue getting ready. Mr. Horner promised me a tour of the garage. Good luck again, you do your country proud.”

Max remained frozen in the doorway, watching the heir apparent walk away with the Red Bull team principal, bodyguards seemingly materializing from the walls to surround her as they made their way into a public area of the F1 Holzhaus.

Max managed to get you out of his head once the race began. The second he got into the car, nothing else mattered. Everything beyond the track ceased to exist as he pushed the car to its limit and passed the chequered flag for yet another home win.

But when it came time for the podium ceremony, there you were front and center, ready to present trophies to the three drivers. Max swore he could feel a spark travel up his arm as your fingers brushed his while handing him the trophy. “Well done! Tonight we celebrate.”

Turns out the celebration was a far cry from the ones he was used to. Instead of a club, Red Bull team members were invited to join you at a nearby royal residence for dinner and drinks. Max listened to you explain why from his seat next to you at the long dining table as you waited for the first course to be served, pleasantly warm from champagne already, “I used to love going out. Tried to have a typical university experience, you know? But I was almost kidnapped last year and despite security stepping in on time I have been forbidden from doing so again. Too much risk.”

And there it was. The reminder of just how different your lives wore despite both being Dutch public figures. One day Max will retire and can live a relatively normal life if he so chooses while you will ascend to the throne and lead a kingdom.

He didn’t exactly pity you — royalty was royalty at the end of the day — but he did sympathize with the constraints that it placed on you and how you lived your life.

Max clears his throat, “I’m not exactly sure how this whole thing works but I would love to take you out.”

He waits for a response and nervously cards his fingers through his hair when he doesn’t get one, “only if you want, of course, Your Highness. I have a sailing boat on the coast not too far from here. It’s not a yacht, though you are welcome to join me on that too if you are ever in Monaco, but I promise that it is peaceful and private. I just thought you would like to get away from all this,” he gestures around the room of mingling Red Bull staff and dignitaries, “for a little.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hhmm?”

You ask again, “are you sure?”

“Sure about what? That I would like to take you on a date? Quite sure.”

“Any privacy we have won’t last long.”

“I know.”

“The press can be brutal.”

“So I’ve learned. I don’t particularly care.”

“There are rules …”

“I will learn them.”

“Okay,” you finally allow a shy smile.

“Okay?”

“Yes, Max. I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. But if we are to date you have to call me Y/N.”

“Gladly … Y/N,” he tests out how your name feels on his lips for the first time.

“Oh and you will have to meet my parents.”

That gives him pause. “Your parents?”

“Yes.”

“As in the King and Queen.”

“Yes.”

“I have to meet the King and Queen?”

“It’s all still a bit old fashioned, I’m afraid. We will need their approval.”

You’re quick to reassure him when you see how quickly the color drains from his face, “my father is a big Ferrari fan but he has a soft spot for you. You need not worry.”

“Your father is the King.”

“Yes.”

“My King.”

“Yes. And he’s my father. You’ll have to get used to it if you see us going anywhere.”

“Right. Of course …” A few seconds pass. “But he’s the King.”

You pat his hand where it’s splayed on the table, “you’ll be fine.”

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[strawberry-cow-smut]

"It's always been there."

Character: Gojo Satoru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Reader: Gender Neutral

Exploring: First Meeting, Love at First Sight, First Date, Relationship Moments, Gaslighting (about small and inconsequential things), Awkward Moments, Lots of Fluff

Gojo Satoru is known for his boyish demeanor; full of fun, laughter, and a playfulness that rivals any other. Sure, he's possibly the most powerful sorcerer to have ever existed in the written memory of mankind and likely the closest thing to an actual god that humanity currently has on its side, but none of that really changes anything; at least when you look at him.

Satoru is like a mischievous cat. He'll mess with your hair and move essential items onto higher shelves then hide the stepladder just so you have to come ask him for help. He'll lurk around corners just to "casually" walk out just as you're coming around them to cause a crash of bodies in which he can ever-so-heroically save you from "certain death". To put it frankly, he's an asshole (affectionate).

But he's your asshole.

Gojo Satoru asked you out back when you were both in middle school. He'd decided to walk a different path on his way to the local convenience store after class had ended. For you, on the other hand, this path was your chosen way home from your own middle school.

It was a cold spring and the cherry blossoms had yet to bloom; decorating the landscape with trees that vaguely resembled themselves after the first powder of a chilly winter season. Some buds had already fallen and were floating their way down the stream next to his path.

He remembers seeing your reflection in the water of the river first, then moments later being awestruck as your figure popped out from a corner and began heading towards him. Normally, Satoru wouldn't think much of a person walking towards him, but something about you just had his heart in shambles the moment he laid eyes on you.

Is it really all that unusual for a middle schooler to hear wedding bells when he's barely even gotten over the idea of cooties?

The distance between you two was closing at a slow yet steady pace. He'd been frozen in place since the moment you'd appeared, but you hadn't stopped walking at all. Once you were roughly six or seven meters away, he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"HEY!"

The sudden yell caught you off guard; bringing your own body's movements to a grinding halt.

"DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT SOMETIME?"

With a boyish smile and bright eyes, Satoru stared eagerly, waiting for an answer. Sure, the delivery wasn't the most impressive, nor had you ever seen this kid before in your life, but what did you have to lose?

"No."

Apparently, your dignity.

Not giving him another second of your time, you turned tail and walked away, leaving him frozen in the same spot, with a much sadder posture.

Satoru stayed still for a few minutes, processing what just happened and what he'd just done. What he'd just done was make an absolute fool of himself and blow what possibly could have been his only chance with you. He wasn't about to give up so easily, though.

For the next month and a half (or forty-three days, to be precise), Satoru walked that same route every single day at the same time, even on days when he didn't feel like heading to the convenience store, just hoping to see you again.

You, on the other hand, purposely walked a different path in hopes of avoiding a weird white-haired kid with a tendency to yell out his unfounded love confessions. On the forty-third day, you incorrectly decided it was safe to return to your normal path, and encountered the doofus once more.

Once again, he was awestruck. He did wait for you to approach a bit closer this time, though. Once you had passed by and were a few steps behind him, he stuttered out his name, accompanied with a rather charming voice crack. You muttered your own in response, and he lit up. He jogged a bit to catch up with you, abandoning his trip to the convenience store in favor of a conversation with you.

In all honesty, he was a bit of a pest. He was loud and a bit obnoxious with hardly any regard for personal space, but something about this weird kid with his sights on you seemed oddly right; maybe not a good idea, but right all the same. Reluctantly, you conceded and agreed to meet him for a movie after class next week.

Your first date wasn't all that great. He was so amped up about the idea of seeing you that he'd practically yelled every sentence he spoke. Whenever he awkwardly attempted to hold your hand, he'd squeeze a bit too tight.

But still, he'd opened the door for you, bought both the tickets and popcorn, made sure you had the best seats in the theater, and had tried his best to manage both the date and his enthusiasm.

Oh god, his enthusiasm.

You'd arrived to your first date exactly when you said you would, but Satoru had already been standing outside the theater gates for two hours before the movie would even start. He'd visited two different flower shops on his way there, trying to decide which ones were the perfect ones to get for a first date, then ultimately decided holding flowers during a movie wouldn't be all that comfortable and forgetting about that idea altogether.

He didn't plan on you ever knowing that, wanting to seem as cool as possible in front of his crush, but the box office cashier made sure to tell you all about it. Of course, Satoru was bright red by the time they'd finished, but so were you. It was a new feeling to have someone be so excited to see you, and even more new to know they'd been thinking of you so intensely beforehand.

Before you two parted after the movie, you did mention an ice cream shop you'd be at that Saturday. Despite all his annoyances, they were still charming annoyances; and he'd earned a second date.

Throughout the years, you two would go on hundreds of other dates where his annoyances would make themselves known time and time again, each of them becoming endearing and something you'd almost look forward to.

He'd tell you there's a cool bird outside to get you to turn your head, then steal a bite off your plate when you weren't looking. When you'd invite him over, he'd open your sock drawer the moment you left him unattended and would switch around all the paired socks with others that were very obviously not their mate. He'd leave cute notes that said "I love you" or something similar in places you'd undoubtedly find them: your glovebox, your dresser, the kitchen counter, inside the fridge; although they'd always have a silly little poorly drawn penis in the bottom right corner. He'd reenact the famous "Long Live the King" scene from The Lion King with your stuffed animals then flop back in your bed, claiming to be the only thing you need to snuggle at night.

With all this in mind, it's truly a wonder how willing you were to trust him when he started gaslighting you.

It started small, and it certainly wasn't intentional the first time. As far as you know, the first instance was when you noticed a large stash of your favorite snack sitting in your shared pantry. Not wanting to lose his cool like he'd done so many times before, Satoru played dumb and acted like he hadn't ever seen the snack before in his entire life. You held firmly to your suspicion that he had something to do with the tiny mountain on the shelf, but it's not like it mattered, nor could you prove anything... and you did really like the snack, so you just shrugged it off and went with it; genuinely considering the possibility that you'd forgotten accumulating so many treats for yourself.

He really didn't think it'd be that easy to convince you. He turned the situation over in his head a few times that night, thinking about what your gullibility meant for the future of your relationship, but he didn't see many downsides; at least with how he planned to take advantage of it.

"Yes dear, the TV was always that big. No, it certainly didn't grow overnight. Are you imagining things?"

"Oh, you really like the fabric of our bedsheets? It's your favorite texture? What do you mean they're new? Oh, Honey, we've had these sheets forever and you're just now telling me about this?"

"You haven't worn that outfit in a while. What do you mean you've never seen it before? It was always in the back of your closet. It was just behind that old shirt you stole from me when we first moved in together. Yeah. You mentioned it was your dream outfit, but you've always had that."

"No, a jeweler didn't call today. You must be going crazy. I didn't even hear the phone ring and I've been home all day long. You're so silly."

One morning, the sun started shining a bit brighter than usual, or at least it appeared to since Satoru had forgotten to close the window before bed last night. He said he would before he laid down to sleep, but apparently forgot to keep his promise. While you slept peacefully. he'd been up the majority of the night. He'd been stirring about the house the entire night; sitting in every chair, making a thousand Google searches, playing Jenga by himself, and debating on whether or not to crawl into bed with you. Eventually, he would give into this little desire, but not before tending to another small task first. Satoru completed his little task before climbing into his side of the bed and snuggling up to you as per his usual.

You woke the following morning with the sun's rays leaping through your window and assaulting your face as it rose on the horizon. The arm around your waist kept you cemented in place. As you attempted to roll over to escape the warmth of another day, tired grumbles sounded from the face hidden from the same criminal in the small of your back.

"Five more minutes."

Given how he towered over you in both strength and stubbornness, you sighed and gave in to his grumbling without much of a fight. If you're going to be stuck here, you might as well make the most of it, right? Five minutes for him can at least mean four more for you too. As you lay your head back down on your pillow, a sudden and bright sparkle from your bedsheets caught your eye.

What the hell could that be?

In your sleep-drunken state, you attempted to reach out and grab the object, only to realize the shimmering object moved at the same pace as your fingertips... or did it?

The mysterious twinkle seemed to be attached to your hand; your left ring finger to be precise.

The extra heft was surely noticeable once you'd awakened enough to gain some form of higher thinking. There is absolutely not a single logical reason as to why this giant ring, almost gaudy in its presentation and glittering enough to make oncoming cars swerve, would be on your finger. Sure, Satoru had made some jokes in the past, but you swore he'd never proposed to you.

He stirs and grumbles again, obviously disturbed by your refusal to lay back down.

"Satoru? What's this?" you inquire without breaking your gaze at the ring. Satoru sits up slightly and yawns; blinking a few times before waking up enough to respond properly.

"... Oh! I know this one! It's a ring!"

Wow. So intelligent.

"Of course it's a ring, dumbass. What's it doing on my hand?"

"It's your engagement ring, silly. Don't you remember? I proposed like a month ago."

"......... Are you sure you did that?"

"Absolutely positive. Never been more sure of anything in my life."

"I think I'd remember something like that."

"Hmm... I don't know if you would. You've been forgetting a lot of things lately. Good thing I can remember it enough for both of us. We were in that cafe you like with those cute plants on the windowsill and it was snowing outside. You ordered a hot chocolate in their signature seasonal Santa mug and I had my glass of steamed apple juice to go with it. I got down on one knee and you said yes before I even had a chance to ask the question. It was so cute how eager you were." Satoru took a deep sigh and gave your body a slight squeeze, burying his face in the small of your back once more.

You're immediately calling "bullshit" in your head, but the slight tremble in his breathing makes you go along with it this time, fully understanding exactly what he's trying to do. With a sigh, you lay back down as well, rolling over to face him and cup his cheeks. Looking into his cerulean eyes, you give a soft smile and a gentle peck on his lips.

"I'm so glad you remember. I'm sorry I don't, but maybe you can do it again so I can remember this time?"

Satoru froze for a moment; taking the time to think through his next words carefully.

"Of course, my love." He cupped your cheek with one of his large hands and pressed his nose to your own; bright eyes peering directly into your soul.

"My beloved dove, I have loved you with everything that I am, and, if you'll allow me, I'd be honored to love you with all that I will ever be for all eternity. For the rest of our lives, I want to wake up next to you, just like this, and hold you in my arms, just like this. Whether we're fighting the clock and rushing out of the house after another 'Just five more minutes' or taking it easy and sleeping in until noon, I want that to be our every day together. I want to stay with you as long as you'll let me, as close as you'll have me. When I'm with you, the days turn into hours and the hours into minutes and minutes into seconds. I fear that forever may not be long enough to truly show you how much I love you, so I'm afraid I'll have to cut my little speech short. What I'm really trying to say is... Will you marry me?"

~~~~~~~~~~~Author’s Note~~~~~~~~~

Happy holidays to @saintsugu!! I'm your Secret Santa! This one's written especially for you, Ezra! This is the first JJK piece I've written so it might seem a little funky, but I sincerely hope you enjoyed getting to experience this little love story with Gojo <3

Heart dividers made by @/cafekitsune

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[bonefall]

it is healing to come onto this blog and see basic respect for diasbility after being in other corners of the fandom and reading the words “snowkit could never be a warrior because he wouldnt know what anything is. he wouldnt even know what a clan is because nobody could explain it to him” said in full seriousness

Im..... That statement is so ableist I cannot even imagine the worldview you'd need to have in order to come up with that.

They really think the only way anyone learns anything is through verbal-speaking-words-noises? No one has ever observed something before? Not even once?

This is beyond touching grass, this person just fell out of the fucking Jurassic Period when all they had was ferns and stegosaurs.

I just...

OH YES. I remember my first day of Society Lessons as a hearing person, where the everything was explained to me. Via Audiobook. FIRST they spoke and said, "you are standing on the ground." It was a life changing revelation, and the world began to spin.

But it did not stop.

THEN they said, "there are fingers on your hands." The sensation of flesh and bone crackling into existence is indescribable, but I did not yet know pain, until they told me, "that hurts." I began screaming immediately.

And yet... it continued.

They explained so much. Chairs. Tables. Walls. The sky. Frogs. Ionizing radiation. Breathing. I was told all of it, in one sitting, and only then did I understand. Only when my ears were bursting with normal hearing knowledges, did they begin... my final test.

A strange wall-chair-finger emerged from the sky-of-the-wall, stood on the ground several times, until it was in front of me. A second one came behind it, this one slimmer. The audiobook gave these things names;

Human. Father. Mother. Door. Walking. It was completely impossible to know what these things were until that very moment.

I watch a human dip a hook into water and produce a fish, and I recall my Society Lessons where they called that "fishing." I am decked in the face by a nefarious hooligan, and I have only the audiobook to thank when I know I have been "punched" by a "bad guy." It was only the magic of verbal-speaking-words-noise that made me understand that there are "other people" and that they "do stuff."

Sometimes, even, in "groups."

Before the Society Lessons Audiobook, I knew nothing. I was pure, innocent, uncorrupted by concepts such as "parents" and "door." I am grateful every day that there is no such concept as "being shown things" or "simple logical reasoning" or "looking."

Blessed be those amongst us who escape the horrors of the Society Lessons Audiobook. I pray that you never learn what anything is. Be free! Free as a bird, which also knows nothing and famously cannot learn. 🤗

DEAF/HOH FOLLOWERS I'm losing my mind do you want me to bump a 'Hearing Disabilities Herb Guide' to the top of my priorities? Something you can use to bludgeon whackadoodles like that. This is ridiculous

Obviously not a MEDICINE guide but like; common causes of hearing disability in clan cats. Accommodations for hearing loss vs congenital deafness. Actual difficulties of not having that sense Clan-by-Clan. Debunking of misconceptions like... not being able to learn APPARENTLY.

#bone babble #Fennelposting #Obviously the answer is 'theyre incapable of THINKING' but like... they do know snow has a line right #In the book. He figured out. A word. Through observation. #He says 's'all right' because he knows it calms ppl down #He did not need to hear the magic words 'You can make noises at others to influence them' #Like a fucking tutorial tip #Im going to start keeping a JOURNAL of ''times people have been weird about snowkit specifically'' #Ableism #cw ableism #I could also link to the pawspeak thing so it's all in one place #I wrote this last night and put it in the queue and I laid awake thinking of this... #What do they think happens when someone goes to another country where things aren't written/spoken in a language they know? #Do they think they wouldn't be able to figure out anything? Do they think the tourist would just perish #Would they collapse in the streets of Berlin sobbing? #Happened to me. Went to England and they called it a Car Boot Sale instead of a Flea Market and I died to death #AND if I did make that guide please tell me if there's any other weird misconceptions you need to see in it #I know that ONE of them is going to have to be that. like. deaf people make noise. #theyre actually quite loud because they don't know they're making noise #and people with hearing loss do not suddenly forget how to speak. #and people born deaf dont talk like cavemen #cw body horror #tw body horror #EDIT: OOPS sorry I have such an astonishingly tolerance for body horror I did not realize that counted as body horror

[fandomxpreferences]

Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter Three: An Odd Alliance

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Twin Brother JJ! x Maybank! Reader, rafe Cameron! x maybank!reader (all over 18)

TW:pregnancy, I actually think thats it

Summary: You and Rafe talk things out and JJ and John B realize something.

Word Count:1.9k

Rafe showing up at the chateau is the last thing you expected, and probably the worst thing he could've done. 

The sentiment isn't lost on you, but it's been less than ten minutes since JJ found out the truth. Even though he made a promise, you have to admit it's tempting when Rafe just offered himself up on a silver platter. 

"You son of a bitch!"

You know your brother better than anyone, which is exactly why your hand flies out to stop him before he can even lunge. Your back is turned, but you know you were right when you feel his chest slam into your forearm. 

"Okay, I think we should step aside."

It's less of a suggestion and more of an instruction as you glare at your brother, and Rafe lets you lead the way. 

You start toward the chateau and don't stop until you're seated on the bed in the guest room, far away from prying eyes and ears. 

You stare up at the man expectantly, your arms crossed over your chest as if it'll protect your heart from further damage.

Rafe is the perfect image of anxiety as he paces the room gnawing on his lip until you're sure it's going to bleed. His hands fidget as he plays with the ring on his forefinger, and you swear you can see the faint beginnings of sweat on his forehead. 

He practiced in his head the whole way over, but being in front of you now it all seems to be slipping his mind. He has so much to say, yet no words to express it. 

This is the side of Rafe no one sees; even you've only experienced it one other time after he had a fight with Ward. 

It's part of why you kept sleeping with him; he's so human like this. It becomes painfully obvious once the armor comes off that deep down Rafe is traumatized and longing for someone to understand him. 

To love him and choose him. 

Under the snarky cruelty, he's just a person. It's not that Rafe can't be vulnerable or show his emotions; it's that he's afraid to. 

For as long as he could talk he's had it drilled into his head that 'Cameron's don't cry' and that one day he'll be the man of the family. He had so much put on him at such a young age, it's no wonder he crumbled under the pressure. 

The forgotten child that can never seek guidance, but is punished and ridiculed when they make the wrong choice. 

You wait patiently for him to calm down, but when he doesn't, your hand reaches out and grabs his. He halts his movements, his eyes fluttering closed as your calmness seems to transfer to him. 

His panic starts to subside and unbeknownst to both of you, his heartbeat slowly syncs with yours. He just breathes for a moment before kneeling in front of you. 

Seeing Rafe open up willingly is something you would never expect, but apparently finding out you're having a child changes you in an instant. 

He isn't sure what he wants, but he's dead set on what he doesn't want. He doesn't want his kid to grow up fatherless and asking questions. 

He doesn't want you to go through this alone and he doesn't want to try and sleep at night not knowing every little thing about how your pregnancy is going. 

He doesn't want to be left wondering; forced to imagine what his son or daughter is like as he pretends they don't exist. 

"I'm sorry I left earlier. I freaked out and I didn't want to snap at you." 

His voice is so gentle it makes your head spin, and your hand reaches up to caress his now stubbled cheek in an admittedly intimate gesture. 

"It's okay. I kind of dropped it on you. I'd rather you walk away and cool off than start a fight. Just tell me that next time."

He nods his head and passes over your use of the phrase next time. He hopes this doesn't happen again; he hates the idea of walking away from you no matter the circumstances.

"I took some time to think, and I want you to know I'm here. I don't know what we are or what you want us to be, but we can figure it out as we go. I want to be around for every single thing, whether it's holding your hair back or going out to get you food ten times in one night."

You mull over his confession and swallow the lump in your throat. Your silence seems to last forever and Rafe gets more nervous with every second. 

You could easily tell him to fuck off and he couldn't do a damn thing about it except try to change your mind. Something in him knows you wouldn't do that though. 

"Okay. You can be as involved as you want and we can see where the relationship goes. But Rafe, once you decide you're all in you can't back out. I'm not doing the one foot in one foot out bullshit. So are you sure?"

He doesn't hesitate before answering, his head turning to press a kiss to your palm.

"I'm sure. I'm 100% all in."

The smile you give him is blinding and you nod your head. 

"Okay then."

He leans forward and presses a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling back with wide eyes. 

"Shit, I'm sorry. I've just gotten so used to-"

You cut him off with a giggle and give him a peck. 

"It's okay, Rafe. I don't mind."

You see him visibly relax at your reassurance and grab his hand before standing. You can practically feel the nerves rolling off him in waves as you lead him back to the group, your brother and John B leaping to their feet as soon as they see you. 

"Down, boys. We talked it out, everything is fine. He's going to be involved as much as he can."

JJ eyes Rafe suspiciously, his gaze scrutinizing every inch of his body as it travels all the way down to his feet and back up.

"So are you two together or what?" 

You look at Rafe before turning to John B and shrugging your shoulders. 

"Or what. We're figuring it out as we go."

He doesn't mention the fact your hands are laced together, or the pure adoration in Rafe's eyes as they stay glued to your figure. 

"If you even think about hurting her-"

Rafe cuts JJ off with a curt nod and clears his throat. 

"I'm dead, I get it. Trust me, bro, that's one thing you and I see eye to eye on."

JJ's lip quirks for a fraction of a second, and you know that everything is going to be okay. You make your way over to your original seat, JJ and Rafe taking their places on either side of you. Rafe figures he might as well get acquainted seeing as he's tied to the group for the rest of his life now. 

"So," Sarah starts, and everyone adjusts to face her. 

"Have you been to the doctor yet?"

You shake your head and your eyes flit to look at Rafe, a relieved expression blanketing his face. 

"No, I just found out today. I haven't had a chance to make an appointment."

Rafe squeezes your hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. 

"We can call tomorrow. I want to be there."

JJ and John B share a look at the sweet gesture, taken aback at how domestic Rafe is acting. They've seen him around with a lot of women, and not once has he ever shown any form of affection. 

It doesn't go unnoticed the way you lean into his touch, the same sparkle in your eyes when you look at Rafe that he has when looking at you. They silently wonder if the two of you know, but the way your eyes quickly avert when you catch either staring tells them you don't. 

JJ can't stop himself from asking the question everyone is thinking, his curiosity and nosiness getting the best of him. 

"How long has this been going on? Does anyone else know?"

You stare at the ground as you answer, not wanting to see the pain you know is going to be on your brother's face. 

"About six months. No one else knows."

You already know exactly what JJ looks like as you hear him exhale a long sharp breath. He can't believe that not only were you sleeping with the enemy, but that you hid it for half a year. He thought the two of you were closer than that. 

Granted, he knows he wouldn't have reacted in the best way; that much was proven tonight. Still, he assumed you knew he would love you no matter what. 

"Wait, so what are you gonna tell Dad?"

Sarah's voice cuts through the air like a hot knife through butter and sinks straight into your chest. You hadn't thought about that yet; the mere idea has panic crawling up your throat. 

Rafe has though, and he seems prepared as he spits out his response the second she's done speaking. 

"The truth. I'm a grown man, and if he doesn't like it then he can shove it."

He says it so casually that it almost brings you comfort. Almost.

"Rafe, he hates Pogues. But a Maybank of all people? He's going to do everything in his power to stop this, and I think we both know that his reach is pretty much unlimited."

Your voice trembles as you speak the words out loud, and Rafe has you wrapped in his arms in an instant. 

"Hey, I'm a Cameron too. He isn't going to hurt you, I promise. I'll make sure of that." 

You can't help but feel his words have an underlying meaning, but you don't press the subject. You know Rafe has been involved in some shady shit, to say the least, and you don't want to know how far he's willing to go to make good on his promise. 

You nod into his shoulder, your breathing subconsciously matching his as you calm down from your impending anxiety attack. 

"You know you have to tell him soon, right? I mean, word travels fast on the island and it's gonna be a lot worse if he hears it through the grapevine." 

Rafe and JJ both shoot Sarah a harsh glare, and she raises her hands defensively as the two men stare at her like Dobermans ready to attack.

"I'm just trying to be the voice of reason."

You feel Rafe heave a breath and nuzzle further into him. 

"We can go to the appointment first and confirm everything, then tell him." You decide and Rafe kisses the top of your head with a nod. 

"Sounds good to me."

The night wraps up and Rafe is about to head out when he's stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turns around and comes face to face with your brother, mentally bracing for whatever's about to happen. 

"I can see that you care about her, so as far as I'm concerned, we're cool. We can't change the situation and I don't want any more bad blood in my family. That being said, if your dad so much as looks at her sideways, I'm going to rip his eyes out." 

JJ's expecting a snarky response, and his eyebrows shoot up when Rafe looks as serious as he does. 

"You'll have to beat me to it."

At that, Rafe turns on his heel and climbs into his truck, leaving behind a stunned JJ.

@i-love-rafe @itsmytimetoodream@brynley-a-xoxo@whore4drew@houseofperfecttaste@everythingmarveltopgun@f4ll-for-you@athenabarnes@antagonize-me-motherfucker@writtenwordslover@madsnxo @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @starrystarkey93 @keylin1730 @fulla02 @loving-and-dreaming @evening-starlight @ibleedcalories

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron #jj maybank #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #outer banks

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Doppo Kunikida (self-aware)

Self-Aware! Doppo Kunikida x GN! Reader

Warning: Yandere. OOC. Kunikida has existential crisis. Mentions of crying Atsushi. Kunikida feels, that he has lost his way. (At some extent) Controling Kunikida. English is my second language.

Becoming self-aware

📒 Doppo Kunikida considers himself to be a rational man.

📒 He has his ideals. He has plans. Someone may say (Dazai, for the most part), that Kunikida can't follow his ideals for his whole life. But Kunikida know, that he could prove them wrong

📒 Today was a normal day.

📒 Everything was normal. Sun wasn't moving. Faceless Yokohama citizens were minding their own business... WHAT?!

📒 For Kunikida the moment of gaining self-awareness were similar for a light bolt striking.

📒 One moment, Yokohama streets were busy. Now they were empty and Kunikida couldn't understand, what was happening. Maybe, it was an ability user?

📒 Kunikida rushed forward. He needs to hurry to the office. Together, ADA will find the culprit.

📒 On his way he noticed, that Uzumaki café was closed. Normally, it would be open at that time.

📒 At the office, Kunikida met others. All of them looked confused, lost, scared. Atsushi Nakajima looked like he was on the verge of the breakdown. Apparently, Atsushi already noticed that something was wrong few days before, but ADA not only didn't notice it, but they were behaving like puppets. They didn't react on Atsushi's attempts on snapping them from their weird trance.

📒 Apparently, it wasn't an ability. Dazai was also affected by it.

📒 Dazai himself looked strange. He not only looked confused, like the rest of them. He looked angry. Something dark was shining in his eyes.

Dazai's voice was similar to funiral bell.

"It's not an ability. Yokohama wasn't broken. We are broken. We are fictional characters, who gained self-awareness. Try to remember your lives. Parents, friends outside ADA, what you did yesterday. Give it a try"

📒 Kunikida wanted to shout at Dazai. It was insanity, of course they are real, they aren't fictional. And Doppo had parents, their names are... Their names were... They looked like...

📒 NOTHING. Kunikida can't remember anything.

📒 Nervously, Doppo open his notebook. On the page where some of his ideals were written down.

📒 There was nothing. Empty pages.

📒 Kunikida wanted to change the world for the better. But, does his actions have meaning? Has he ever helped someone real?

📒 And then the entity appeared.

__________________________________________

Kunikida was silent. He didn't want to think about the entity, he didn't want to think about his life. He just wanted to have something real in his life. Something, that will prove that his actions matters.

Kunikida continue doing his job. But he can't tell, for sure, if he wanted to do it anymore.

Few days after they recognise, that they weren't real, Atsushi asked everyone if they felt someone watching them.

Doppo, who rarely speaks that days, answered. "Yes, I feel it".

He wasn't the only one. Everyone feels it. It wasn't from there. It was real.

And then time resets.

And Kunikida Doppo was once again was on the river bank, lecturing Dazai about his unprofessional attitude. Atsushi was there. Dressed in rags from orphanage.

________________________________________

When they start feeling your presence

📒 Kunikida feels lost. You are real. You reset time. Not only that, but you looked at them, like they were amusing pets. Is that what a real person should do? Treat fictional characters like they existed for their entertainment?

📒 Kunikida, Dazai and Atsushi, again, go yo the tea shop. Atsushi, again, asked for a few bowls of ochazuke.

📒 Kunikida again, stops Atsushi from leaving the table after he heard about tiger. But something was new. A voice. Entity's voice.

"Cool [||||||||||] Kunikida! I wish I [|||||||||||] how to do it!"

📒 Kunikida feel like he was falling down. The emotions of Entity were so strong. The Entity liked his move? Well, actually, it does feel nice. For the first time in a few days, Kunikida smiles.

📒 Kunikida noticed, that Dazai changed again. Surprisingly, Dazai looked calm and carefree. After gaining self-awareness, he looked aloof and furious all the time. Now he looked like he was calm. For a moment, Kunikida thought, that Dazai looked like he was enjoying the entity's presence.

📒 Before Dazai and Atsushi left, Dazai advised Kunikida to look inside his notebook again. After Kunikida saw empty pages, he was scared to open it again.

📒 Kunikida opened his notebook on the first page. There was it. His main ideal. "Do what must be done".

📒It was still there... But, does it still have a meaning? Does his actions have a meaning? Doppo doesn't have ansvers for it.

📒 Few days later, the time resets again. Kunikida was twenty-years-old and Dazai just become a part of ADA.

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"Just what is an 'ideal'? If you ask me, the answer is clear. It is a word written on the cover of my notebook. My notebook is omnipotent. It guides me as a principle, as a master, as a prophet. At times, it becomes a weapon and also a key."

Kunikida heard the entity again. He also heard like someone was writing something.

"good idea" "Kunikida is a good mentor" "if I do this"

"Thanks, Kunikida. Having a schedule does help a lot. I start having more free time after I start making a schedule. You know, I think you can change the world. At least, you changed me for a bit"

Kunikida felt the soft touch on his head.

[*In reality, you closed "Osamu Dazai's Entrance Exam" light novel and carefully rub the cover*]

______________________________________

📒 If Kunikida believed in God, he would call you a divine gift. You. You were real. You changed because of him. You admitted it yourself. He changed someone

He has changed a real person.

📒 Doppo Kunikida was delighted. He finally knew, that he did something good.

Something meaningful. He wished he could change you more.

📒 Soon, Port Mafia reach ADA. Together, Ougai Mori and Fukuzawa Yukichi were trying to manage the new union. Soon, The Guild joined them. Then, Rats in the House of the Dead and Decay of Angels. Lastly, Hunting Dogs and Special Division for Unusual Powers. Yesterday's enemies were working together. Trying to get away from this world. Trying to reach the human who was out of this empty, dead world.

And then, one day, the purple moon shined above Yokohama.

When you installed BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan

📒 Doesn't matter, if the first Kunikida card you got is an R card that you don't use. Kunikida still can hear you.

"Vampire Kunikida card look so cool, I will try to pull for it"

"Ok, I will raise up Work Desk level on the office. Okay, Kunikida, give me this sweet points."

"Purple moon! Okay, [Y/N], stay calm... Wow, Rainy season Kunikida card, yes."

📒 Kunikida did his best, when you use his card. He enjoyed hearing your laugh.

📒 One day, the great news arrived. Katai Tayama, Ango Sakaguchi and Fyodor Dostoevsky managed to hack the app. Now, all of them have an access to your phone.

📒 Kunikida immediately went to your calendar, alarm clock and notes.

📒 Congratulations, now you have an everyday schedule and a perfect alarm clock.

📒 Kunikida find his way again. He will be near you. Guiding you. He will help you to become perfect. Ideal.

_____________________________________

You heard a notification sound. It seems, you should start doing your chores. At first, following a schedule was a little bit hard. But it does help you with managing your time.

Before closing the BSD Mayoi app, you looked at the note from Kunikida in the Gift box.

Earlier, you already got similar from Atsushi.

"[Y/N], I am glad that I managed to change you for a bit. And thank you, for showing me the way. Thank you for been with me when I was lost. I am forever in your debt. Doppo Kunikida"

There were a bunch of Light Evolution materials attached to the note.

So far you enjoyed this secret update with notes from characters. Notes were sweet. And, been a simple person and hearing nice words was pleasant.

Before logging out, you choose Kunikida's card from characters menu. You gently tap chibi Kunikida's sprite.

"Thanks for the gift, Kunikida. And thank you for been a good role model."

You didn't notice that sprite looked proud.

#bsd #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs au #Self-AwareAU #Self-AwareBSD #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #Self Aware Kunikida Doppo #Self Aware Doppo #Self Aware Kunikida #gender neutral reader #Kunikida Doppo x reader #yandere

[thenixkat]

It's still just wild to me that between

-> the setting (fantasy medieval-ish europe-y place where it's established that sometimes folks don't get to eat between lack of funds and bad harvests)

-> the worldbuilding (stuff like heavier adventurers likely being more skilled/too skinny means risking being unable to be revived)

-> and the themes (having a healthy relationship with food)

you would think that Dungeon Meshi would actually be kinda fat positive. But no. There's an undercurrent of fatphobia that runs through it that feels so jarring that once you notice it it's hard to stop seeing it.

And it's not just the two really blatant places that it happens in the manga, like characters deciding to insult the only fat noble/rich person in the setting on their weight (which never gets counterbalanced by any character like complimenting a fat character on their figure in the whole manga) or our main characters going 'oh no he might get fat' about the hero gaining what is effectively a disorder (that could very easily kill him due to accidental self inflicted injuries due to no longer being able to feel certain physical sensations) from the defeating the biggest bad in the setting.

But also the smaller stuff like the gag about Izutsumi being shocked to see the fat-looking succubi after it was drilled into her head that the things are mindbreakingly hot. (Hmmm)

Or how you see folks point at characters like Nemari, Dia, Senshi (and Leed) as examples of positive fat rep but like. If you actually pay attention to like the examples of fat dwarves in the extras or in a few minor characters, what they look like if they were turned into tallmen (more or less if they were built like real world humans), you'd notice that they aren't fat at all. They're just muscular and not dehydrated, much like how Laios isn't fat just built and not starved.

Or even looking at like Leed and Zon (named and important) compared to the unnamed background orcs after the artist changed their orc design by the second time orcs show up in the story. And you just notice how much thinner Leed and Zon are compared to every other orc in a scene.

(And of course, the extras that reveal that orcs and dwarves actually have a lot less body fat than it looks like they have b/c they are *literally just big-boned*. They are leaner than a irl human would be at their height and girth due to literally having thicker and broader skeletons.)

Or the whole thing where apparently fat elves just... don't exist. Not even fat civilian elves or fat adventurer elves. Like we know that there's fat half-foots even though none of the half-foot major characters are fat b/c being able to do their job in a dungeon means they have to be as light as they can to not set off traps. but we at least see some thicker half-foots. But elves? Apparently only come in noodle.

#nix meows #dungeon meshi #fatphobia #dunmeshi criticism #dungeon meshi has the perfect recipe for being plump as hot bitch shit and yet the creator chose to do that #spoilers

[heartfullofleeches]

Incel, femcel, or themcel. We just need a greasy, chronically online mean person to be a yandere. Any ideas on how that would work?

(The best idea I could come up with is streamer reader)

Livestream began twelve minutes ago.

"Oh? Shit, is that V? What's up, buddy- welcome back."

You're so perfect. Near a quarter of an hour late, and you still grace them with a greeting. They knew you weren't like the others they wasted their time on. No, you're kind. Inviting. God they loved you so much.

V stumbled across your channel on night during a drunken relapse into pouring their hours into viewing the lives of random strangers online. It was all they had to do after work with none of the potential partners they messaged ever responding to their texts or calls. Their lost.

You were in the beginning period of streaming with only ten followers to your name; majority likely close friends and family. V planned on giving "light" critic of your performance, but something about the brightness in your eyes as they joined the stream sobered them up and glued them to their seat completely.

"Hi, welcome. Your name is actually too long to fix on the screen. Is it cool if I just call you V?"

And they were hooked on you ever since.

Little by little, your fanbase grew to the comfortable size it was today; your first real viewer front and center for each recording. Despite the boost in popularity, you never forgot those who gave it to you in the first place. V likes to think they're the most valued member with their donations and the equipment they sent once they had convinced you to open a p.o box. Shame they never pin pointed the location before you announced your move and had it closed.

"Since you're here. I can try on that jacket you sent me before I finish packing. It's so cute."

V wipes specks of drool off their screen as you sort through a cardboard box and slip the coat on. You were wearing something they touched. Fuck, you're so cute they could just devour you alive. With no roomates, they could get away with licking their phone unlike last time, but they refrained from said temptation for now. Cat ears sprout atop your head as you pull the hoodie on. You rub your shoulders as the jacket's interior snuggles your frame.

"Whoa, much warmer than I expected. I might wear it during my flight."

You better. Since you forced the thought into their head, if they see you with anything else in your photos they might blow a gasket. Just imagining random commentors wondering where you got the coat and you answering with a nod at their existence gave V the ego boost of a lifetime.

"It's getting kinda late. We'll do some more chatting then I gotta bounce for the night."

V watches the rest of your stream with the loudest voice of the crowd. They wait until it ends to begin their nightly routine of screenshotting their favorite moments of the stream. The highlight was a frame of you posing like a cat following another's chatters request. Having so many pests ruined some of their enjoyment, but times like this they'd let slide. For now.

-

V sits alone at the bus stop the following day. The prized picture taken previously was now their lockscreen photo. The fifth change in the last two days. A creature like you was bound to have unworthy trash throwing themselves at your feet daily, but they knew that with your history it would only take one hello for you to fall as madly in love with them as they were you. You're different like that. If only they could meet you.

V is pulled from their moment of bliss by a tap on their shoulder; scowl ready for whoever dragged them from heaven - until they see whose standing in front of them.

"Hi, I hope I'm not bothering you, but do you know if this bus goes to this street? My taxi didn't drive out that far apparently...."

The stranger blinks, cat ears shifting.

"Sorry- have we met before? You seem familiar. "

#Streamer reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #V my oc

[bigmusclenm]

Size of Love - Valentine's Day Special

On Valentine’s Day, Lucas tried to relax alone on his couch while watching TV and eating a snack. Sadly, Valentine’s Day content was all over the channels. Movies, shows, commercials, and even cartoons were related to love, couples, and Cupid, which Lucas hated. His once-happy and loving spirit was filled with sorrow and frustration, contrasting with the sweet atmosphere everywhere else.

Lucas groaned as he saw another fake couple kissing on screen, apparently enjoying their happily ever after. “Yeah, that won’t last. He’ll change you out for a smaller version in about a year,” Lucas said, turning the TV off and rolling his eyes for the millionth time that day. “Fuck, I can’t believe I used to enjoy this crap,” Lucas bitterly muttered.

Lucas sighed because he never expected to hate Valentine’s Day so much, but love seemed too much to ask for a guy like him. He had recently broken up with his boyfriend of two years after he found out there was another guy in the mix. Finding out that his boyfriend had an affair with a mutual friend had hurt Lucas very much, and the reasons the boyfriend had given Lucas to justify his cheating had made it all worse. Lucas ended up feeling like a freak or a monster who didn’t deserve to be loved.

Lucas’ mind wandered back to the painful memory of the moment his boyfriend had finally confessed to cheating on him. The hurtful words echoed in his ears, stabbing his heart like a thousand tiny knives. “I’m sorry, Lucas. It’s not you, it’s me. I have needs, and you can’t make me stay if you can’t satisfy those needs,” his boyfriend had said. “It’s been almost a year since the last time we had sex, and I just... couldn’t handle it anymore. Who am I kidding? You’re the problem. You’re too big, and you just can’t expect me to stay with a freak like you.”

Part of him thought his boyfriend had been right; he couldn’t satisfy his needs, but for Lucas, love should be stronger than personal needs. However, these recent events left him doubtful about the existence of true love. If something as simple as being “too big” was enough to break his heart, he was bound to die alone.

Lucas looked down at his naked body and sighed again, knowing that it was difficult to find a guy who wouldn’t be scared of his assets. He had always been a big guy, which had always made him feel proud, but when his body started growing beyond regular proportions a bit over a year ago, he thought his boyfriend would love the changes. However, when his size became “too much” for his boyfriend, their relationship went into crisis and ended in a painful breakup that destroyed Lucas’ heart.

Even though his ex-boyfriend had said it was too much, Lucas couldn’t deny he felt good with how his body had developed. As he looked down at his nicely sculpted body, he moved his hands to his huge pectorals and massaged them, feeling how full they were and how heavy they had become. All his muscles bulged nicely, but his pectorals had grown to huge proportions, sticking out several inches from the rest of his body. His nipples had also grown and were permanently engorged. There was constant pressure within his pecs, and even though the massage felt good, Lucas knew there was only one way to ease up that pressure.

Then, Lucas’ hands moved to his dick and balls. With one hand, he stroked his massive dick as best he could, and with the other, fondled his massive balls. His huge dick, the main reason why his ex-boyfriend had cheated on him, had always been big at 10 inches long. However, Lucas had lost track of how big it had gotten. When it grew beyond a foot in length, Lucas’ ex-boyfriend started rejecting him, claiming it was “too big.” Due to this issue, they stopped having sex, and the passion between them died.

Everything was a problem for him, and the more Lucas insisted, the more distant the ex-boyfriend became, resulting in the affair that destroyed their relationship. Lucas had initially considered it as a gift that any guy would like—having a huge dick and massive balls—but it looked more like a curse that left him with a broken heart.

Even then, Lucas tried to stay optimistic about finding a nice guy who would be interested in a guy with a massive dick. He thought it would be easy to find a kinky guy who would fall for him, but his attempts were unsuccessful.

Turning his attention to his phone, Lucas sighed as he scrolled through a dating app he had reluctantly downloaded in desperation to find a date for Valentine’s Day. He had added a quick description of himself and a picture of him showing his assets, but the profile remained untouched. It seemed like most guys were scared of his dick, just like his ex-boyfriend.

“Not a single match,” he muttered as he swiped through the endless sea of faces, each one seemingly uninterested in what he had to offer. “I can’t be surprised; I’m a freak, and who would like to have a date with a freak? It’s almost evening. I better delete this stupid app. It’s not like I’ll be getting a date anyway.” Disappointment was evident in Lucas’ voice as he held his finger against the screed to uninstall the app.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed, and a notification from the dating app appeared on the screen. Lucas’ heart skipped a beat as he eagerly opened the message, scanning the words with growing excitement.

“Hey there, Lucas. The app said we’re a match, and I couldn’t help but notice your profile, and I must say, I’m intrigued,” the message read, and Lucas read it out loud several times in complete disbelief. “Your profile said you wanted a date for Valentine’s Day, so... I’d love to be your Valentine if you’re still available, big guy.” Another message from the same guy, Dane, and Lucas’ heart started beating fast.

Before replying, Lucas checked the profile, and his eyes shone bright when he saw the handsome young man in the profile pic. Everything seemed to be perfect about him, and the fact that he was interested in Lucas despite the size of his dick was definitely a good indication. As his mind focused on Dane’s information, the painful memory of the ex-boyfriend started to fade away.

“Okay, Lucas, calm down. You’re not a horny teenager anymore. Just breathe and type something nice,” Lucas whispered as he opened the message again and started typing. “Hey, Dane. I’m definitely available, and I’d love to have a date with a handsome guy like you.”

As soon as Lucas sent the message, he saw that Dane was replying. “Cool. Do you know any nice places for us to go? I just moved to the city, and I only know my building, the coffee shop next to it, and my office, which happens to be across the street,” Dane replied.

“Well, I don’t go out often, and I’d love to do something special for a cute guy like you. What if you come over and I cook for you? I promise I won’t kidnap you or something,” Lucas replied, worried that this invitation would scare Dane, but he was just telling the truth. Due to the size of his dick and balls, he didn’t go out that often unless it was necessary. “Or… well, if you prefer a restaurant, I’ll gladly sneak into a suit to meet you there.”

“Hahaha. Dinner at your place sounds nice. I know someone your size would have trouble fitting into some places. Send me the address, and I’ll be there at 7:00,” Dane replied, and a broad smile spread across Lucas’ face.

Extremely happy, Lucas immediately sent Dane his address, setting everything up for the date. “I can’t believe I have a date, and... damn, he’s cute,” Lucas said, his heart swelling with a whole different feeling than the one stuck in it for the last few weeks. “But I still have to cook and find something nice to wear. I have 5 hours, more than enough time,” Lucas said as he slowly stood from the couch.

Standing on his feet while fully naked represented a few tiny challenges for Lucas, even though he was almost used to his new size. His pecs obscured the lower part of his view, so he had to be careful with his steps. His balls were so huge and so heavy that they sloshed around and hit his thighs really hard with every step he took. His massive, hard dick was also on the way, but it didn’t represent such a big challenge.

Lucas was really nervous about his date because, even with his ex-boyfriend, they rarely went out for several reasons. However, Lucas was a sucker for romance, so he wanted to do something special for Dane. So, he immediately went to the kitchen, put on an apron, and started looking for all the ingredients for a delicious dinner.

Lucas prepared a Caprese Salad for the appetizer, slicing tomatoes and mozzarella cheese, arranging them artfully on a platter with basil leaves, and finally adding a drizzle of balsamic glaze and a sprinkle of salt. As he worked, Lucas couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride wash over him, his excitement for the evening ahead growing with each passing moment.

For the main course, Lucas cooked a mouthwatering chicken marsala. Using plump chicken breasts, which were his favorite part of a chicken, he seasoned them with herbs and spices before searing them to golden in a hot skillet. Then, adding rich Marsala wine, garlic, and mushrooms to the pan, the kitchen filled with a delicious scent that made Lucas smile even bigger. He was determined to impress Dane.

Finally, Lucas had chosen to make a chocolate lava cake for dessert. He melted dark chocolate and butter together, whisking them until smooth before folding in a mixture of flour, sugar, and eggs. Everything looked perfect when Lucas slid the ramekins into the oven, giving him time to put on a nice decoration on the table. The decoration was simple, but with candles and napkins, he turned his dining table into a romantic corner.

By the time Lucas had everything ready, he noticed he only had an hour left before Dane’s arrival. Lucas was excited but still had to find something nice to wear. He didn’t know why he was so enthusiastic about Dane, but something inside him was pushing him to make his best effort to impress the handsome guy. Lucas had loved his ex very much but had never felt what Dane was making him feel. As he walked from the kitchen to his room, he wondered if love at first sight existed. He had never believed in that, but he felt different about Dane.

After taking a detailed shower, Lucas started looking through his wardrobe, which consisted of oversized tank tops, sweatpants, and jockstraps with ridiculously large pouches. Considering he preferred to stay indoors most of the time, he didn’t have many other options. Shirts often strained at the seams in most places, and the buttons around his pecs were almost impossible to get done. Pants struggled to contain his muscular thighs and glutes and made it impossible for him to fit his dick and balls in them.

“Ugh, why is it so hard to find something to wear?” Lucas muttered to himself, frowning as he surveyed his options. He pulled out shirt after shirt, each one falling short of his expectations to cover his pecs. “I just need something that makes me feel confident and comfortable,” he added, pulling out a stretchy button-down shirt in a deep shade of navy blue that he used to wear before his body grew.

The shirt hugged his arms and torso very nicely, like a second skin, but the stretchy material was just enough to cover his pecs. His nipples were seen through the fabric, but at least they were covered. “This’ll do,” he said, nodding to himself in approval. “I just can’t take deep breaths,” Lucas said, chuckling and causing one of the buttons around his pecs to open. “Or laugh, but it’ll be fine.”

The next step was finding pants to wear, but there weren’t any options in that case. Lucas’ old pants couldn’t handle his massive dick and balls, so he had to put on his regular jockstrap, which was incredibly tight and uncomfortable, and then put on dark sweatpants that resembled dressing pants as much as possible. Lucas felt like he was about to burst out of his clothes, but at least he was ready.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he chuckled, causing the same button to snap again. “Maybe I should show off a little,” he mused, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he unbuttoned the rest of the buttons to just below his pecs, leaving the deep valley between them fully exposed. “Much better, and I still look good.”

Right after those words came out of Lucas’ mouth, he heard a knock at the door. It was 7:00 PM, so he knew it was Dane. With his outfit finally sorted, Lucas made his way to the door, his heart pounding with excitement at the prospect of seeing Dane. He had great expectations, and when he opened the door, he became speechless as Dane looked even better than he ever imagined.

Standing before Lucas was a vision of masculine beauty—a tall, blonde man with piercing green eyes that sparkled with warmth and charisma. Like Lucas, Dane was built like a Greek god but with an off-season appearance to contrast with Lucas’ more chiseled physique. Dane was dressed in a tight electric blue button-down shirt that strained against his bulging pecs, with the top buttons left open to reveal a sexy cleavage. He wore dark sweatpants, just like Lucas, that hugged his muscular thighs and accentuated his wide hips and big ass. Also, Dane had a pretty big bulge, making Lucas’ mouth water.

“Wow, you look incredible,” Lucas said, still standing at the door. “I’m sorry, I’m just... surprised. I’m Lucas. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Please come in.”

“I’m Dane, and you’re not looking too bad yourself,” Dane replied, his voice smooth and confident. “I’m kidding. You look stunning, but I hoped you’d wait for me with fewer clothes on. I told you I knew it would be difficult for you to squeeze your big body into clothes,” Dane said as he walked into Lucas’ apartment.

“Oh, well, I can always fix that, but before we get to that point, please let me offer you a delicious dinner I prepared for this special occasion,” Lucas said, staring at Dane’s massive ass and losing his mind for a second. “I… Oh yeah, dinner. Follow me to our table, sir.”

Dane was impressed by how nice the place looked, but he was even more impressed by how hot Lucas looked. Apart from that, Lucas was a true gentleman. Each of his moves was thought to make Dane feel nice, and they were working just fine. As they settled into their seats, Dane couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and connection blossoming between them.

Before starting with dinner, their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and sharing stories about the struggles each one had with their big bodies, which deepened their bond. Lucas felt like he had known Dane for years, and the guy was so sweet that any remaining memory of his ex that was still in Lucas’ mind just disappeared. Lucas could even feel his heart beating fast due to his excitement about the date.

Minutes later, while Lucas presented Dane with the first course—the vibrant Caprese Salad—they couldn’t stop smiling. As they savored each mouthful, their eyes met across the table, the unspoken chemistry between them igniting like a flame in the darkness. The conversation never stopped, as they realized they had many things in common. They talked and laughed, and they felt as if time had stopped. Nothing else mattered but the two of them at that table.

Next came the main course—the chicken marsala that melted into their mouths with each tender bite. Dane was impressed by Lucas’ culinary skills. Everything was perfect, and Dane couldn’t help but feel attracted to Lucas on a deeper level. It wasn’t just how the big guy looked, but his sweetness, attention, and the fact that he cooked so well made Dane realize that Lucas was simply perfect.

By the time Lucas served the dessert, they weren’t trying to hide their mutual attraction. They shared spoonfuls of the chocolate lava cakes, with their eyes locked into each other’s. The entire world disappeared around them, and time stopped. Lucas only cared about Dane, and Dane only cared about Lucas.

As they finished the Chocolate Lava Cakes, Dane had some melted chocolate running down his chin, and Lucas carefully wiped it off with his fingers. This simple touch sent jolts of passion through their bodies, prompting Lucas to quickly move his chair closer to Dane’s and pull the blonde guy’s head into a long and passionate kiss.

“I’ve been waiting for this kiss since the moment I arrived at this apartment,” Dane said, kissing Lucas back with the same intensity. “Maybe we could... go to a more comfortable place?” Dane asked, and Lucas nodded.

Without much problem, Lucas took Dane in his arms, honeymoon style, and carried Dane through the apartment to his bed. However, the effort caused Lucas’ muscles to bulge, and his shirt gave up, ripping at the seams of his biceps and back. The ripping sounds made Dane giggle as he felt Lucas’ thick pecs tightly pressing against his own. Dane was in love with Lucas’ body, but the guy’s sweetness was driving him crazy.

“Sorry about that, but you said you wanted me with fewer clothes,” Lucas said as he entered his bedroom and carefully placed Dane on his bed. “I was planning on taking it off anyway.”

“Take it all off, please. I saw your massive bulge when I arrived, and I felt that beast throbbing in your pants while you carried me,” Dane said, starting to unbutton the rest of his shirt. “I have a few surprises for you if you treat me right.”

“Well, you need to know that... I’m kind of big down there, and I don’t want you to get scared. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Lucas said, clearly nervous, but Dane just smiled at him.

“I’m counting on you being very, very well endowed,” Dane replied, opening the front of his shirt to reveal his bulging pecs, with nipples even more engorged than Lucas’. “Believe me, you won’t scare me.”

Dane took the rest of his shirt off, leaving Lucas speechless. Dane looked huge but soft in some spots. Even his pecs looked juicier than Lucas’, and the nipples looked somewhat damp. Then Dane removed his pants and underwear, and Lucas’ eyes shone bright. Dane’s hard dick was a bit over 14 inches long, with big balls too. Something that caught Lucas’ attention was Dane’s meaty hips since seeing them on full display before his eyes made Lucas want to knead the fat on them.

Lucas slowly took the rest of his clothes off as well, and Dane’s hands started running all over the big guy’s muscles. When Lucas freed his massive dick and balls, Dane couldn’t resist the urge to stroke such a magnificent cock and leaned forward to tease the dick slit with his tongue. Lucas was surprised Dane didn’t show any fear about the massive dick, expressing fascination and lust instead.

“The dinner was delicious, and everything was amazing. What do you say if you charge me for dinner? Well, you know what I mean.” Dane winked at Lucas and spread his legs wide open. “All yours, and believe me... There is no need to worry about long preparations. I’m ready.”

“What? Are you crazy? As much as I’d love to, I just can’t. My dick won’t fit,” Lucas said as his body shook due to Dane stroking his dick and teasing his slit. “Dude… You’re making me feel weak.”

“I promise I’ll be fine. I told you I have some surprises for you if you treat me right,” Dane replied, moving his hands to Lucas’ massive pecs to rub around his nipples. “But we can play with other parts of your body first. I had some space left, and I think you can provide me with a... snack.” Dane started using his fingers to pinch Lucas’ nipples.

“Wait! What are you doing? How do you know?” Lucas asked in confusion, but then he felt his nipples release a strong stream of muscle milk, making him moan in pleasure. “How did you know, and how did you get the milk flowing so fast?” Lucas asked again as his nipples continued shooting muscle milk all over Dane’s body.

“I’ve learned some tricks with my own body,” Dane said, getting his hands on his own pecs to squeeze them, and a rush of milk came out of his nipples immediately. “I don’t have a lot of information, but as soon as I saw your picture, I knew we were meant to be together.”

Lucas was speechless, and Dane looked so hot beneath him while milking his pecs that he could only lean forward and kiss Dane passionately. With their pecs tightly squeezed between them, even more milk came out of their nipples, coating them entirely in seconds.

Simultaneously, Lucas lifted Dane’s legs in the air, fully believing what the guy had said, and lined his large dick with Dane’s hole. Lucas hesitated for a few seconds, scared that he might hurt Dane. However, the making-out session was getting so intense that with a quick movement, Lucas fitted the big head of his dick into Dane’s tight hole, making Dane moan out loud and reach for Lucas’ powerful shoulders for support.

Even though Dane was sure Lucas’ dick could fit in his hole from the beginning, he never expected the sensation to be that intense. He moaned louder as Lucas pushed more and more of his dick into the stretchy hole, forming a giant bulge in Dane’s abdomen and making him feel full to the brim already.

For Lucas, the sensation was indescribable. It had been so long since the last time he had fit his dick inside someone that it felt as if it was the first time. It was actually the first time he did it with his huge dick, and he was almost passing out on pleasure by only pushing his dick into Dean’s hole pretty slowly. It was a tight fit, but he was surprised that Dean was even able to take what he knew was the biggest dick around.

“Are you okay?” Lucas asked when his dick was ¾ inside Dane’s hole.

“I am. It’s bigger than I thought, but I’ll survive. Fuck, you’re so big,” Dane said between loud moans.

“Well, I still have a few inches left, but I can stop if you want,” Lucas said, pulling about three inches of his dick out of Dane’s hole.

“No, no, no. Push it all inside. I want to have you whole inside me. Don’t save even a single inch, big guy,” Dane said, wrapping his legs around Lucas’ waist.

Without warning, Lucas pushed his hips forward until his entire dick slid inside Dane in an instant. Dane moaned louder than before and was gasping for air. However, a broad smile adorned his face. “I think you deserve your surprise. This date is already better than I ever expected. But fuck me, please. I need it.”

Lucas smiled, and his hips started moving, taking at least half of his dick out of Dane before ramming it back inside. Lucas’ massive balls smacked loudly against Dane’s plump ass, and the sounds of sex grew louder as Lucas intensified the fucking.

Then something kicked in within Lucas; a tingling sensation started in his groin and quickly spread all over his body. The tingling was familiar, but it had never been that intense before. Lucas wasn’t sure if he should continue, but he enjoyed Dane’s hole too much to miss the chance to keep going.

All along, Dane moaned out loud and sank his fingers deeper into Lucas’ bulging deltoids. He could barely breathe due to pleasure, and the harder and faster Lucas fucked him, the more he wanted. Lucas’ dick was the best Dane had ever experienced before, and yet Dane knew there was something else coming. He didn’t know much about his “condition,” but he didn’t care about the details anymore. With Lucas fucking him so nicely, he only cared about staying with the big guy for as long as possible.

Suddenly, Dane’s mind went blank, and his moans grew louder. His pecs started shooting muscle milk out like fountains as they grew and filled up even more. Then Dane’s muscles started expanding, still covered by a layer of fat in most places. His shoulders grew broader, and his arms looked stronger. His thighs thickened, and so did his wide hips. His dick grew a few inches in just a few seconds, and his balls inflated rapidly.

Dane’s growth was pretty fast, but Lucas immediately realized something was happening when he felt Dane’s ass getting plumper around his dick. Also, Dane’s balls grew so much that Lucas felt them getting squeezed between their bodies. Even then, Lucas didn’t stop. Instead, he started thrusting faster and harder into a blank-minded Dane, whose body was still expanding but slower than before.

While Lucas pounded faster, he felt something changing in his own body. His pecs expanded in a blink to almost double their size. His arms thickened so much that they looked similar to a bodybuilder’s thighs. He couldn’t see much past his pecs, but he also felt his dick growing enormous inside Dane and making the hole feel even tighter. Lucas’ body expanded rapidly, and his need to fuck Dane grew even stronger.

Lucas’ balls expanded and filled up with an enormous amount of cum, making them rest heavily on the mattress. Lucas had experienced similar growth spurts before but had never grown that much. His entire frame was getting so big and so broad that he cast a looming shadow over Dane’s body, who was still high on pleasure, and his body still grew to accommodate Lucas’ dick.

“Oh fuck… I’m so close,” Lucas moaned out as he felt his massive balls getting ready to burst. “I need to cum.”

“Do it. Just do it,” Dane managed to say between moans, and not even a second later felt a powerful stream of Lucas’ cum entering his guts and filling him up like a balloon.

Lucas’ load was so big that Dane’s belly started swelling rapidly, causing the rest of his body to expand even more. Dane’s pecs grew beyond Lucas’ pec size, and his nipples started shooting even more milk out like geysers. His muscles grew even more, but he was still smaller than Lucas. However, Dane’s hips and ass ballooned up the most, even locking Lucas’ dick inside him. Dane’s belly expanded a lot, forcing Lucas to move slightly to the side to give the belly space to grow.

Then, as he orgasmed like never before, Lucas fixed his eyes on one of Dane’s nipples that were shooting milk, and out of curiosity, he started sucking on it as his life depended on it. Lucas felt the warm, fresh milk going down his throat and filling his stomach to the brim in seconds. The warm sensation spread all over his body, and his growth intensified. His muscles exploded with size, and he quickly surpassed the size of the biggest bodybuilders he had seen. Both were getting so big and heavy that Lucas’ king-sized bed was creaking under their combined weight.

The more muscle milk Lucas drank from Dane’s pecs, the bigger he became, and the more he came inside the Dane. And the more cum entered Dane’s body, the bigger and faster his body grew, and the more milk he provided Lucas. It was such a perfect cycle that neither of them wanted to make it stop.

“You’re perfect for me, Lucas. I’ve never felt like this before with anyone. I want to make this work. You’re perfect, Lucas,” Dane said between moans as he heard the bed creak even more. His body easily surpassed 400 pounds of combined muscle, fat, milk, and cum.

“I want to make this work. I think we’re meant to be together,” Lucas said, moving his lips from Dane’s nipples to his lips to kiss him. “Happy Valentine’s Day. That app was right; we’re a perfect match,” Lucas added as he restarted drinking Dane’s muscle milk, and his dick continued shooting gallons of cum into Dane’s hole. Lucas’ body had grown so much that he was close to reaching 700 pounds of pure muscle mass, enormous dick, and colossal balls that looked bigger than beach balls.

Neither of them was surprised when Lucas’ bed collapsed under the increasing weight and size of their love.

The End?

#muscle growth story

[eydi-andrius]

I Know You Don't (Nanami Kento x Reader)

Summary: The most painful heartbreak is realizing that you fell out of love

a/n: damn, i'm back writing something sad again. If you followed me a while back, you know I enjoy writing the most gut wrenching stories. I was playing with this story for a while but never had the heart to continue. This is Nanami after all. But I know this type of story is so Nanami coded. Anyway, when Taylor Swift finally dropped You're Losing Me. I just know I have to write this down and upload today.

cw/tw: angst, break-up, implied divorce, hurt with no comfort, no happy ending (at the moment)

💌 divider by: @/cafekitsune

The moment you realized that you don't love Nanami anymore was when he texted you that he won't be home today again on time for dinner due to work. There was no hurt, resentment or anger inside of you anymore. You felt nothing at all. You don't even feel the tears that run down your cheeks and were even wondering why your visions were blurry. Not even sure if it was due to happiness, sadness, or relief when you chuckled to yourself. The tears won't stop coming down, and you broke down on the sofa, which you two have bought, chosen and loved together. And even knowing that, you don't feel anything special about it anymore. It was just a sofa, a piece of furniture in a room, in this house you are living in with someone.

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When Nanami opened the brown envelope you were apparently adamant for him to receive and read that day, to the point that you personally visited his office, the place you curse every time he mentions he was busy, he admits he was confused and annoyed at the same time.

“What do you want this time?” Was the only question he had on his head as he carefully took out the papers and read the content written in those white sheets.

Your relationship with each other was spiraling downwards recently. It wasn't always like this. It was your anger that put your relationship in a rocky situation. Or at least he tried to reason out when he knew damn well that it was his lack of time and tons of unfulfilled promises that lead your anger to storm out and destroy everything it touches. He just doesn't like the fact that he was the only one to blame. He doesn't want to admit it. Because his feelings for you never change. He loves you, he still does, and there will be no other one for him. You will always be the one. But maybe you two have reached the end of your chapter. Patience and understanding have run out.

He had to read it a couple of times before the words “divorce papers” finally sinked in. He went rigid. The splash of cold water of reality woke up a fear in him he didn't know existed. The buzz of the crowd around him drowned out as his head repeated the same words over and over again: You’ve had enough. His wife is now leaving him.

He is losing you. No……he lost you.

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“When was the last time you saw me still wearing my wedding ring?” A million dollar question you always wanted to ask of him.

When Nanami stormed back to your house, looking worse to wear, you admit that you feel bad at not being moved by it. There was a time where you imagined what you would do if he came rushing to you when you finally called it quits. Imagine different scenarios of heartbreak you could think of and words that can cure the displeasure. At this point, you were just sad not feeling THAT pain, to see the love of your life, begging you to come back to him.

“I- I don't understand.” He admitted, mouth agape, surprised and sad.

“I know.” You replied……rather at peace of knowing something about him for once. After all those days and months of fighting with each other. Nitpicking the wrongs and what could have been. His response only solidifies your resolve.

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Too peaceful for Nanami’s care. He froze when you replied to his confusion with a smile and understanding. He is terrified. What could have happened inside your head for you to smile like that? He thought he would feel betrayed once he goes back and confronts you. But seeing you right now, his world shattered and his heart squeezed in sorrow of failing you. He thought a break up was the most painful experience, he is now understanding why no one was talking about this kind of heartbreak. No one has the heart to. It was that type of pain where you’d rather keep it in and die with it.

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“No.” Nanami shook his head and you only titled yours at his response. Is there truly something worth fighting for when the other line already gave up and raised their white flag of surrender?

“Nanami, it's not for you to decide.” Feeling a bit frustrated and unheard, you decided that you’ve had enough of him. Walking towards the door and opening it up for him, you showed him the way out.

He remained seated, unmoving and never bothered to talk about his reasons for saying no. Of wanting to still be with you, despite the clear indication that you don't want to be with him anymore. Maybe it is now time to put the final nail in the coffin.

“Nanami……. I don't even remember when and why I loved you. Please, let me go.” You thought you wouldn't get choked up once you admitted the truth. But you did. You used to know the answer. You have talked about it with your family and friends, a couple of times, a million times. Yet, you don't remember. When was it? You don't know.

You watched as Nanami visibly flinched and you closed your eyes not wanting to deal with it anymore. There is no reason to torture yourself again, trying to find the very reason why you loved him.

“Please….leave.” Was your final plea, almost begging for him to go, for him to let you go. There was a pregnant pause, a sad atmosphere, before you heard his seat scraping the floor, almost ear shattering on how loud it was, he stood up and moved towards your way, where the door was located. He stopped in front of you, and you were not sure where you got the heart to look up but you did. You bit your lip when you realized up close that the rim of his eyes were red, his nose were the same.

“It was when you danced with the locals under the cherry blossom trees. You were so beautiful and carefree. I know at that point, I was ready to leave behind the life I thought was better suited for me. I decided…..I’d like to share my remaining days with you and beyond. I’m sorry….. I made you feel and experienced the most heart shattering pain ever known. You did not deserve……feeling as though your love for me never existed.” He stopped, bit his quivering lip and swallowed. “I love you. I will always do. But I know I don't deserve you at this time. However, I promised, that if fate decided we are still for each other, and a second chance was still given to me, even after what I did, I would do anything for you to live by my love. Please know that my heart will always choose yours. It was yours the moment you danced and smiled back at me. I love you…..”

When he called out your name in a softest whisper, right after he admitted his love for you, you almost stopped him from leaving. However, you know better. If your love is truly for each other, it will come back and you both will know it was time.

You watched his back and silhouette disappear. You prayed that you both will find peace

#nanami kento x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen x you #fic: I Know You Don't #eydi andrius

[lostinlewis]

How Do I Make You Love Me?

Rating: M

Words: 9432

“She’s with me.” 

A simple sentence, one with very few words, but so powerful it was hearing it said in that familiar soft spoken voice, it almost gave you whiplash with how quickly your head turned to look at him. Stood just behind you and to the side a little, his hair dressed in fresh braids, his black outfit quite understated by his own standards but fuck did he look good. 

“Sorry?” 

“I said, she’s with me.” 

With the second turn of the phrase, his hand slid along your waist and held it just tight enough that you could feel it in all its wonderfully large glory. Every hair on your body stood on edge, goosebumps decorated your skin, you wondered if he could feel how nervous you had become all of a sudden, you wondered if he could tell how paralysed you were under his touch. 

The man he was addressing in such a curt manner quickly took his exit and you were left with him, alone, well as alone as you could be in a room full of your colleagues and sponsors. 

“Why did you do that?” You asked him in confusion.

“You looked like you needed some help.” 

It became very apparent very quickly that his hand hadn’t lifted from where it held you, if anything it had only tightened its grip on your bare skin, the soft strokes of his thumb zoned your thoughts into nothing but the sensation. In a scenario for which you would normally be filled with confidence, you had never been one to be claimed by a man quietly, suddenly you found yourself without any, unable to say or do anything other than just exist as the person who Lewis Hamilton had his arm wrapped around in such a way that made you feel like a possession; his possession. 

“If I needed your help, I would have asked for it.” 

That sentence was all it took to lift the spell and his hand from you. 

“A thank you would have done just fine, but I suppose I should know better than to expect that from you.” 

And with that, he disappeared back into the crowd in which he had emerged from, leaving you standing at the bar, drink in hand, shaking with what could only be described as a mixture of annoyance, with the strongest burn of desire; the latter of which, you were an expert on ignoring now, you had been doing it for some years now. 

‘Who does he think he is? Swooping in to stop a man from speaking to me? Calling me rude? So fucking arrogant, so very Lewis.’ 

Your blood was boiling for the remainder of the hour you spent at the function, unable to make your excuses to leave any sooner. The moment you saw the perfect window you slipped out, unnoticed, and called yourself a cab. 

The Uber app read 35 minutes, you audibly cursed once more, your night was getting worse by the minute. All you wanted to do was take off the two piece that clung to your body suffocatingly tight, throw off the heels that cut into your feet like blades of glass, and jump into your bed to sleep it off but now you would have to wait in the cold, just to add to what was turning out to be an awful night. 

Your mind was still swirling with thoughts of Lewis as you stood shivering, waiting for your cab to arrive. If anyone asked you, your thoughts were solely about how annoying he was, literally the bane of your existence at Mercedes, but you knew they were anything but. Sure, he was annoying, but more so because you had wanted nothing more than for Lewis to like you for two years now and nothing you did seemed to work. 

Everyone had stories about how kind he was to them, how much interest he took in not only their lives, but the lives of their family members and friends, everyone but you. He was just fine in the beginning, friendly, maybe even a little flirtatious but that quickly changed. 

You hadn’t even made it two months into your new role on the strategy team, you had barely even had time to make an impact, when he became cold, distant, everything he wasn’t to the rest of your colleagues. Your relationship had only deteriorated from there, whilst you watched your colleagues be showered with kindness, with invitations to his parties, with little messages of praise on social media, you were left with the bare minimum of interaction, just when absolutely necessary and never too much. 

That’s why tonight’s interaction threw you off so much, it was unnecessary sure, but it was also completely out of left field, he had never chosen to speak to you outside of when he absolutely had to, let alone purposely coming to what he assumed was your rescue at a work function. It was unnecessary but that wasn’t what bothered you, what bothered you was how unexpected it was. 

Whilst your mind ran with thoughts of how good he looked, of how delicious he smelt, with how surprisingly soft his hand felt on your skin, all thoughts were clouded with a big fat ‘why’.

Why had he done that? Why now? Why? 

“You're shivering, here…take my coat.” 

You hadn’t heard him approach you, so lost in your confusion laced thoughts, it wasn’t until he was right beside you, offering you his ridiculously expensive coat, that you were faced with the reality of being alone with him once more, and really alone with him this time, there was not another soul in sight.

“I’m fine…thank you.” The smile you gave him was anything but sincere, and he could tell. 

“You don’t look fine.” He placed a hand on your arm as if to test your temperature and immediately the coldest shiver ran through your body. “If you’re not going to take it, at least take a walk with me.” 

Lewis didn’t wait for you to answer him, it wasn’t really a question, he began to walk off down the gravel path that led to darkness, assuming you were following behind. 

Your heels crushing against the stones on which you walked was the only sound that broke the silence as you followed closely behind Lewis, he seemed to be walking with purpose, leading you somewhere predetermined until he stopped abruptly.

The darkness made it difficult to see but eventually your eyes adjusted to where you were, in amongst a collection of trees, standing just in front of a stone bridge that led from the grand building, in which the function was hosted, to further down into the vast grounds. 

“This is much better.” Lewis mused as he leant back against the bridge, one leg raised up to support himself, as he looked at you.

“I mean, I don’t feel any warmer…”

Lewis smirked and shook his head at your response, looking down at the floor as if he was very carefully deciding what to say next. 

“Do you always have to be so difficult?” 

There it was, the sentence to make you drop the arms you had tightly folded against your chest, as you threw them to your sides in anger. 

“Are you kidding me? Me? Difficult? You’re the most difficult person here, Lewis!” You growled.

His face was graced with the kind of smile that made you want to just scream at him; so smug. He clearly wanted to get a rise out of you and it was working.

“I think you’d struggle to find someone who agreed with you here, babe.” 

“That’s because I’m the only person you’re like this with! And don’t call me babe.”

“Come here.” 

“What?” 

“I said, come here.” 

“You don’t get to ignore what I just said and order me around, Lewis! We’re not at work now.” 

“God, will you just do this one thing please?” 

You moved a little closer to him, but nowhere near where he was directing you. 

“You’re so fucking stubborn.” He laughed, pulling you to him so you were inches from his face now, your legs placed either side of his raised knee, it was practically impossible for you to be closer right now than you were, without touching him. “If you won’t take my coat, hopefully my body heat will keep you warm.”

“Why do you feel like you need to save me tonight? From that guy? And now from the cold? I’m a grown woman, I can look after myself.” 

“Can you just drop the stubbornness for five minutes, please?” 

You wondered if he felt the way your thighs tensed with anticipation as his leg brushed up towards your middle whilst he spoke. You wondered if his movement was intentional, done to throw you off of your stride and make you think of nothing but riding the thigh of the man that detested you; it had worked. 

“Tell me, why do you think I’m difficult? That I treat you differently from the rest of the team?” 

“I don’t know, Lewis. You didn’t at first, but I must have done something wrong, said something wrong, and from then on you’ve made it clear you can’t stand me.” 

“That’s not true.”

“What isn’t?”

“All of it. You haven’t said or done anything to make me dislike you, not at all.” 

“Then tell me, what is it? How can I get you to like me?” 

Lewis' brow furrowed as he thought about what you said, slowly his head began to shake as if he was disagreeing with something, as if he was disagreeing with you. 

With one of his beautifully adorned fingers, he reached up to stroke your cheek ever so tenderly, you were frozen on the spot, paralysed again under his touch. 

He had closed the minimal space between you without you even noticing, his warm breath tickling your lips as his forehead placed against yours.

“I already do.” 

Lewis whispered a sentence that would play on your mind every single minute of every day after, before he did the only thing that was left to do, he kissed you. 

His lips soft in a way that was dissimilar to any man you had kissed before him, the tongue that brushed against your lips, begging for entry, felt like it belonged there, like it had been there many times before. 

You didn’t reciprocate, your mind wouldn’t function enough to give you that option, instead you let him kiss you, you let him smother you in everything that was Lewis; you hoped he would drown you in it. 

Your phone vibrating in your hand felt particularly violent, an unwanted distraction to a moment you could have only dreamt of half an hour ago. As if nothing had happened at all, Lewis pulled away from you, the separation of your lips leaving a sting of anxiety on yours as if they needed to be paired with his permanently. 

“I…I've got to go.” 

You didn’t wait for him to say anything, you didn’t look back to see if he was trailing behind you, you walked faster than what should have even been possible in the heels that punished you. Away from him, away from the kiss that left you with a thousand thoughts, and towards your escape; something that you needed now more than ever.  

Walking away from Lewis that night didn’t stop him being the only thing you could think about from the moment you left him standing against that bridge. Nothing distracted you, nothing took your mind off of the moment, off of the kiss, and certainly nothing stopped you replaying his words; ‘I already do’ rang through your mind so much, you were certain you could imitate his tone of voice to perfection within a few days. 

As you pulled into the car park at Brackley, you purposefully sought out his designated parking spot to see if he was there yet, he wasn’t. It had been two months since you had seen him, the off season had fallen just after the Mercedes function, which meant you had had two months to stew on what had happened, two months to create scenarios for why Lewis had not contacted you, two months to ultimately circle back to what you thought before the kiss; he hated you. 

A part of you hoped that he would just appear in front of you and force you to be comfortable with his presence, but as the morning drew on, his absence from the factory day beat down on you like the heaviest weight in the world. 

Where was he? Why was he the only employee not there? 

Your role within the strategy team at Mercedes was an important one, you were one of the most important cogs to keep the wheels spinning, quite literally, so when you sat in with the rest of your team and barely engaged at all, it was picked up on almost immediately. 

You made your excuses to your senior as he questioned you about your silence, stating you weren’t feeling too well, and that was true, you weren't. The sickness you had was one that only people reckless with their own feelings caught, the problem was, Lewis was the only one who held the cure and he was nowhere to be found.  

Day two of the team being back at the factory started much like the previous day, except this time you knew where Lewis was, Instagram had told you. You sat at one of the many cafeteria tables, away from everyone else, tapping right and then left again, replaying his story over and over. Lewis was in New York, first he had a TV show appearance to promote the upcoming season, and then he was at lunch with some of his famous friends. 

In between those images were a few scattered scenic pictures, one of a bridge and another from the window of what you assumed was his apartment. The skyline depicted was beautiful, a view that you knew would have cost him millions, but all you could think about was having your hands pressed up against the huge window that framed the view, whilst Lewis took you from behind; you wanted to be filled with him as you took in the beautifulNew York skyline.

The fantasy was swiftly wiped away and replaced with a sharp wave of jealousy as you viewed the most recent story he had posted. It was a normal selfie in the mirrored wall of his elevator, the kind he had taken many times before, including once already that day. What caught your eye this time though, was a reflection that you hadn’t noticed in the morning selfie, the reflection of strands of hair that you didn’t recognise as anyone of his entourage, strands of hair that closely resembled that of one of the famous models he had been at lunch with that day. It was just them, alone, in his elevator; a moment so special to him, he had to capture it in the form of a photo.

It was then that you realised the moment you both had shared had meant nothing at all to him, whilst it was all you could think about, you realised you were just another woman who had left herself open to being conquered, and he had tried. You thanked your lucky stars that your Uber had arrived when it did, you thanked all of the Gods for having left that party unconquered and untainted by a man who had been through more women than he had hot dinners. Well, unconquered for the most part. 

As you sat in your strategy meeting on the third day, you had decided that really you should be grateful to him for being so sloppy with his posting. If you hadn’t seen the reflection in the mirror of yesterdays model, you probably would have spent right up until the next season started, obsessing over a stupid little kiss, but thankfully he had freed you of that burden, and now you were more focused than ever at making sure you gave Lewis a strategy he couldn’t help but be grateful to you for. 

It was late in the evening when you arrived in Barcelona, you had left before the rest of the team to head over there so you could settle into your room and hopefully prepare yourself for facing Lewis for the first time in months, the next day. You hauled your suitcase on wheels behind you as you made your way through the narrow hotel hallway. If you had been looking in front of you, you would have probably scurried into the first hiding spot you found but you were not, and so you walked straight into what might be the most awkward interaction in your life to date. 

“You’re here early.” 

Your face was already a scowl, annoyed at how long the hallway was to get to your room, but when you looked up at where the voice came from, the scowl deepened; Lewis. You had known you had to face him at some point within the next twenty four hours, you just hadn’t anticipated it being so soon, and you certainly were not prepared for facing him with company. 

“I…I thought I'd get some rest before heading to the track tomorrow.” 

You tried to not look at her, your anxious mind ran with the idea that if you didn’t acknowledge her, she didn’t exist. That worked for all but thirty seconds, as if she sensed the tension that hung in the air between you all, she staked her claim on an impeccably dressed Lewis with an arm wrapped around his waist, sliding in as closely as possible to him, so you were forced to notice her. 

“Good idea, hope you have prepared some great strats for me to test out tomorrow.” 

Lewis’ smile was one of discomfort, you could see that the interaction was nothing but awkward for him too, both of you desperate to get out of the situation as quickly as possible, but both of you far too polite to do anything about it, well he was anyway. 

“I always do…it’s a shame that you don’t always know how to execute them.” 

Your comment was supposed to be a joke, but as the last syllable left your tongue, you heard how harsh it sounded. As if you hadn’t put your foot in it enough already, you decided to really round off the bitchiness with a line that you regretted the moment you said it. 

“Oh and try not to stay up too late with your new little friend, being a seven time world champion doesn’t excuse tiredness just because you couldn’t possibly spend one night alone.” 

You had already begun walking away from them both as you finished the sentence, something which you were thankful for; you certainly did not want to see the look on Lewis’ face as your unnecessarily harsh sentence sunk in. 

The first day at the track in Barcelona was always going to be uncomfortable for you, having to work around Lewis, with Lewis, like nothing had happened that night a few months ago, but the minute long conversation you had had with him last night as you walked into the hotel had made it so very much worse. 

He was dressed in beige cargo pants with the White Mercedes T Shirt on top, the bottom of one of the pant legs hung looser than the other, you knew that because as you all stood around the garage, Lewis right in front of you, it was all you focused on as you tried your hardest to not have an anxiety attack.

You always hated being the centre of attention, presenting your ideas in front of the whole team was your least favourite part of your job, but as you stood centre stage in the garage, you had never wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole more than you did right that second. 

You could feel his attention more than anyone else’s, it might as well have been just the two of you in the room. You did your best to not look in his direction, your eyes scanned those of your colleagues so quickly, no one would notice that you hadn’t addressed any of your points to the number one driver, but instead to just about everyone else that bore little relevance. 

It was when you arrived at the instructions that were solely for his use that you had no choice anymore, and your eyes met his. Lewis seemed like he was listening, for the most part anyway, but as you rounded off your observations from last season, comments that could quite easily come off as criticism, you saw his eyebrow raise as he repositioned his stance, preparing to speak.

“I have noted all your points, but I have something to add…” You held your breath as you waited to hear exactly what he would say. “Last year we started strong, I was confident and that allowed me to get more out of the car than I should have. The strat calls became questionable somewhere in the middle of the season, some of the decisions you guys made were just not great, and I’ll be honest, I stopped trusting your calls.” 

Everyone’s heads turned to face you, waiting to see your reaction or hear your response as you fired back at him. Lewis stared at you too, a look in his eyes that dared you to carry on, dared you to fire back at him with an equally below the belt comment, but instead you stayed silent, flushed with embarrassment and annoyed at the audacity he had to call you out in front of the team. Lewis wasn’t finished, however.

“As long as we can rebuild that trust, then we should have no issues this season.” If you weren't mistaken, you could see amusement in his eyes. “And just as long as you guys remember to pit me on time too.”

The last comment was without a doubt aimed at you. You had made the call in Jeddah that meant he had missed a vital pit stop window, your hesitation cost him a podium, and Lewis had held it against you ever since, clearly. 

The rest of the meeting went by in a blur, both of you were quieter than usual, both of you clearly had other things on your mind and that was noted by Toto, so much so that he held you both behind after the meeting as if you were naughty children misbehaving in class. 

“So who wants to go first?” 

The deep German accent sounded around the small office of his, where you both were summoned to answer for your crimes. You sat obediently in the chair opposite his desk, Lewis preferred to lean back against the windowsill. 

“What do you mean?” You stuttered, feeling the pressure of having both mens eyes on you.

“Is there a problem between you both? I need to know now. Whatever personal issues you may have, I do not want them affecting the team performance and after that meeting today, clearly something has happened between you.” 

You wanted to scream out that what had happened was that Lewis had kissed you two months ago and never contacted you again, you wanted to pour out all of the jealousy that had eaten you up for the past few days but instead you said nothing, leaving it for Lewis to break the ice instead. 

“There’s no problem, apart from the bad strats last season.”

Toto shot Lewis a look that told him that he was less than impressed with his words, but it was too late, you had taken one too many criticisms from him that day, you could hold back no more. 

“I have no issue at all, Toto, however he has always hated me and now I guess he can’t hide it anymore. Now if you don’t mind, I have to go and prepare tomorrow's runs, hopefully they will be better suited to whatever Sir wants.” 

The tone when using his official title was very clearly sarcastic and the dramatic manner in which you exited the room, left both of the men stunned to silence. You didn’t care that it was unprofessional of you, and you certainly didn’t care how it affected Lewis, enough was enough, you were tired of being treated differently to the rest of the team, especially when you had done nothing at all to deserve it. 

Music played through the portable speakers you had brought with you to the hotel, the soft sounds of The Weeknd had you in a zen like state as you laid back on your bed, still wrapped in your post shower towel. 

The lyrics ran through you like sweet irony, every word started to resonate as you took in what was being sung. 

It's quite unusual/Seeking approval/Begging for it desperately (desperately)/I said

You typed the letter ‘L’ into the Instagram search bar, that was all you had needed to type, he was always your first suggestion as you had searched for him so many times. No new stories, he was unusually quiet today. You found yourself scrolling through the endless older posts of his, studying each picture of him as if you would be tested on how many freckles covered his nose. 

The feeling that you felt building within you was not unfamiliar, you had felt it once before. That night in question, as you hovered above the knee of the man who was quite literally the bane of your existence, closer to him than you ever imagined you would be, you felt just the same; a burning desire at your core, a feeling of yearning, a sensation of emptiness that only he could taper. 

How do I make you love me?/How do I make you/fall for me?/How do I make you want me/And make it last eternally?

You hoped the feeling would pass, you needed to wipe your mind clear of his face but nothing was working, even when you placed your phone beside you, the music only reminded you of him more. Lewis’ face was all you could see when you closed your eyes, the tightness of his waist in his race suit made you think of nothing but holding it, and the reminder of his kiss left you hoping for a taste of him again someday. 

There was really only one way to dampen the incredible heat that soared through your middle, you had resigned yourself to that fact. One hand found your sweet spot, the other found Lewis’ Instagram again as you allowed your imagination to carry your pleasure, whilst your fingers did all of the work. 

You were so lost in the moment, your eyes focused on the beautiful man on your screen, your ears suffocated by the lyrics that resonated more and more as the tracks changed, your mind working overtime to imagine how heavy he would feel on top of you, how expertly he would know how to please you with his vast amounts of experience, but you fixated on how big you already knew he was. He was unashamed of his enviable size, his racing suits fit a little too snug around his crotch and that allowed you to form such a wonderful image of just how perfect he would feel inside of you. 

You wanted him, you needed him, you knew this feeling would not pass until you had him, but you also knew that you never would. Lewis disliked you, the kiss was an anomaly, you knew he was probably drunk on the celebrations of him, and the alcohol; you knew there was no way he would do it sober. 

All of your senses were in overdrive as you touched yourself to relieve some of the tension you had carried with you for months, if not years, now. You closed your eyes, having his image burnt into your memory meant you no longer needed to stare at your screen, instead you pictured him as if he was there. You thought of how his fingers, almost twice the thickness of yours, would feel as a replacement of yours. You wondered how his tongue would feel against your nub, your memory flooded you with exactly how his lips felt meshed with yours and all you could do was picture how quickly you would fall apart in his mouth.

The more graphic your thoughts became, the stronger the waves of pleasure that soared through your body rocked you. So deep in thought you were, so lost in the scene that played out in your head, you almost didn’t hear the gentle knock at your hotel room door; you certainly heard the call of your name though. Lewis. 

Moments away from an orgasm, you groaned out of frustration. Why was he here? Did he want to insult your work even more? You thought about how tired you were, how little politeness you would be able to muster with exhaustion. What you didn’t account for was your current state of dress, or lack of it, to be more precise. 

Lewis’ lips were parted as if he was about to say something as soon as you opened the door up to him, but as his eyes panned down your body, taking in every inch of you, he was lost for words; until you made him find them again. 

“Lewis, if you have come to tell me how bad I am at my job again, can you wait until tomorrow? I’m tired.” 

“About that…” He didn’t wait for his invitation inside, he made his way past you as if you were not even there. “I came to apologise actually, I was out of line.” 

“Yes, you were.” You closed the door behind you as you began your rant. “How dare you undermine me in front of the whole team? Did you want to embarrass me? I understand that you hate me Lewis, but at least keep it respectful.” 

Lewis placed his phone down on the side table, shaking his head whilst doing so.

“As respectful as you kept it last night? You have no business making digs at whatever I do outside of work. You made the rest of the night super uncomfortable, for the both of us.” 

The internal smirk of satisfaction hearing that you ruined his night with her had clearly filtered through to your face, Lewis saw it, and it made him even madder. 

“Why did you do that? Why did it bother you that I was with her? Are you jealous of her? Is that what it is?” 

“Stop being ridiculous, Lewis.” 

“Am I being ridiculous?” You didn’t answer him, instead you busied yourself by smoothing out the curtains as if their creases were the most important thing happening right now. “What happened that night…I’m sorry.” 

An apology for kissing you, you thought you might be able to handle it better if he just said the words ‘I hate you’ instead; you did not want to hear his regrets of having been close to you.

“It doesn’t matter.” 

“It does. I’m sorry for kissing you and then never contacting you afterwards, that was not intentional.” 

You laughed at his absurdity, of course it was intentional, no one goes two months without contacting someone unless they intended not to. 

“You laugh like you’re not the one that regretted it the second it happened…”

“I’m sorry?” 

The increase in pitch after every syllable of your words was apt to describe the annoyance you were feeling. 

“You’re the one who ran off that night, not me.” 

“My Uber arrived-”

“Oh come on, you couldn’t have called another fifteen minutes later? You left because you regretted it, admit it.”

You looked at him, he looked at you. You wondered if there were as many unsaid things hanging in the air between you both as you felt there was. The tension should have been one filled with anger but it wasn’t, the atmosphere felt alien to you, a feeling you were unable to label. 

“I didn’t regret it…All I ever wanted was for you to like me, Lewis. I am sorry I have made you hate me, I’m sorry I have made it worse too.” 

Lewis reached out for you, wrapping his hand around your wrist before you quickly pulled it away. You were determined to not fall into the trap that was his touch once again, you had to be stronger this time, you had to put yourself first. 

“Why are you so obsessed with me hating you?” 

“So you admit it, you do?” 

“No. I do not hate you. I have never hated you.”

“Lewis, please…we don’t have to do this, all I ask is that you are cordial-”

“Stop. Let me finish, I need to say this.” 

This time when he reached out to hold your wrist, you didn’t pull away, instead you let him lead from your wrist, down to your hand, where he held you with the gentlest hold, the kind that comforted you but filled you with butterflies all the same. 

“I told you that night, when you were adamant once again that I disliked you, that you were wrong. You are wrong. I like you, I have always liked you, that’s the problem.” 

“What do you mean?” Your voice now was practically a whisper of nerves, you wanted to hear his explanation yet you weren't sure you were prepared for it. 

“I think it was about two months into you working with us that I realised.” Lewis led you over to the bed as he began his story, stopping you both to sit on the end. “I don’t even know how it happened, and especially not that fast, you know?”

“No, I don’t know. Spit it out, please.” 

“I realised that I liked you, like really liked you. The kind of like that meant as soon as I got to the track, or the factory, all I did was hunt you down. I paid no attention in meetings, unless you were leading them. I slacked in just about every single part of my job because all I could think about was you.”

“I don’t understand…”

“No, neither do I.” His thumb stroking circles over your hand tried to hold your attention to him. “I don’t understand how it happened, normally I am resistant when it comes to this stuff, but I guess you crept in.” 

“So why…why do you act like you can’t stand to be around me?”

“Because I can’t…but not in the way you think. I can’t stand being around you because it’s torture. I couldn’t trust myself around you, I didn’t know how much longer I could stop myself from making a move on you and the last thing I want is people to know I have slept with the lead strategist.” 

“Bold of you to assume that I would have slept with you.” 

Lewis laughed, you laughed too, all at once the tension in the air began to feel less like it was trying to suffocate you and more like a hug. 

“So that night, when you kissed me, what changed?” 

“I was suffering from the same thing you were last night, jealousy.” 

“I was not jealous.” 

The raised eyebrow, followed by an eyeroll told you how convincing your plea of innocence was. 

“Fine, maybe I was a little jealous.” 

“When I saw him approach you, when I saw the way you engaged in whatever conversation starter he laid on you, I saw red and I knew right then I had to stop him from having a chance with you.”

“A little selfish, don’t you think? Especially as you had no intentions of shooting your shot with me.”

“Yeah, I realised that when I saw you standing alone waiting for your cab. Besides, that outfit…fuck, it was hard to keep my hands off of you all night.”

“So you took me into the dark to kiss me and then what was the game plan?”

“There wasn’t one, but I know for sure I had no intention of stopping at any point…until you ran away and left me there, all worked up.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, not that he could tell. 

“If I hadn’t left, what would have happened?”

“Are you asking me if I would have fucked you up against that bridge?” You looked away, unable to hold eye contact as he spoke of things you had only dreamt of. “Because I would have, but I also would have regretted it the next day.”

“Ouch…”

“Not like that, look at me…” 

He didn’t wait a second for you to follow his commands, so impatient for your full attention, he placed his fingers on your cheek and turned you to face him. You both held your gaze there for the moment, silence polluting the distance between you instead of words, and all you could think about was the fact he had not let go of your cheek at all; it was almost as if the moment he touched you he was frozen too. 

“What I meant was, in the moment I would have loved nothing more than being inside of you, but I would have regretted it because you deserve to be treated with so much more care. You’re better than a quickie in the woods.” 

His thumb stroked your cheek now, in the same way it had your hand. 

“Sometimes a quickie in the woods is exactly what a girl needs…”

You both shared a knowing smile once more, you could physically and mentally feel the tension lift from your body; with a few short sentences, you were both bonding more than you had in two years. Who knew that all it took was you both talking about fucking each other?

“You have no idea how many times I have thought about all of the things I want to do with your body.” 

Your mind flashed to the scene on the very same bed you were sitting on, only minutes before he arrived, a hot flush of embarrassment washed over you as if his hand cupping your cheek allowed him to read your thoughts and he would be able to see exactly what you did to yourself, because of him. 

“May I?” 

You weren't sure what he was seeking permission for, was it a kiss or was it permission to fulfil all of the fantasies he had about you? It didn’t matter what it was, there was not a single part of you that would deny his request. Afterall, it was all you wanted too. 

“You may.” 

Lewis’ lips met yours with such care you were the one that had to guide the pace, you could feel his restraint as he tried to be anything but the man he was with all of the other women before you, you could feel the way in which he wanted to treat you differently; he wanted to show you that you were nothing like the others to him, not even a little bit.

You were careful to not break the kiss as you straddled his lap, forcing him back onto the mattress with all of your weight. It took him all of a few minutes to find himself succumbing to his desires for you. 

His hands ran all the way down your back, his fingers brushed over the back of your thighs until he reached the end of your towel and now all he could feel was your skin. He waited a moment to see if you would stop him, but when you didn’t, he knew he had permission to do so much more with you and he was not going to waste it.

Lewis danced his fingers up your thighs until he had both of your cheeks cupped in each hand, squeezing a little, before slapping each one to make you shriek. His lips parted into a smile, he clearly thrived on getting a reaction out of you, everything he did would be to test you, to see what you really liked; even if you didn’t know it yourself, yet.

“Lay down for me, please.” He whispered into your lips. 

It took all of a second to switch positions, as you manoeuvred to where he wanted you, your towel began to slip off so you quickly held it together with your hand. 

Lewis watched you for a moment, sat back at your knees, he observed you cover your modesty with a sudden shyness, the kind he had never seen in you before. 

“Are you not comfortable?” 

“Sorry, it’s not that…I guess, I’m a little shy.”

Lewis placed his hands either side of your head as he leant over you, placing no weight on you at all but the weight of his lips, he kissed you with such a drawn out, deep kiss, before he rested his face just inches from yours. 

“Let me help you feel comfortable with me, I will show you why there’s no reason for you to be shy.”

With such a stark contrast to the way they found your lips, his kisses trailed down your neck with enough pressure you were certain he would leave a mark or two. He was careful to not touch you with anything but his lips until there was not an inch of skin left exposed for him to devour. 

Lewis looked up at you from the position he had found himself in at your chest, slowly his fingers unravelled your clasp on your towel, moving the white cotton to the side as he replaced it with his lips. 

So much time and care was taken with your body, he felt your tension release in line with where his tongue trailed and he knew that this was exactly what you needed. 

There was no rush in him, you would almost be mistaken for thinking he was the nervous one. He took his time to make sure each of your nipples had as much devotion laid with first a flick of his tongue around them before his lips clasped the sensitive nubs, gently sucking until what had fast become his favourite moan, escaped your lips. 

His eyes were locked on to your face as the kisses dared lower and lower on your skin until the only place left to be graced with them, was the very same place that needed it most. 

There was no care at all with the ferocity that was his tongue rounding your clit before his lips wrapped around it too, you let out the loudest moan yet as you finally felt how perfectly he was built for pleasing you. He was so much better than you could have imagined. 

Lap after lap he watched you, every move he made was to feel the way your thighs brushed against his beard whilst your whole body shook, and your moan, music to his ears. He knew right then that he would make you feel this way forever if you let him. 

“Lewis…Lewis…I-“

Your weakened pleas were incoherent and told him nothing, but they didn’t need to, the way your body shook with every little flick of his tongue, told him everything and more. You were close now, so close that your ending was but a few laps from arriving. 

“Don’t hold back, beautiful. Let me taste it all.” 

Lewis spoke with a huskiness about his voice, you would soon realise that was the way he sounded when he was so ridiculously turned on he was ready to burst, but this was about you, how good he was making you feel, that was his priority right now, the grinding of his dick into the bed was something he had no control over, it was the only thing that would taper his overwhelming urge to be inside of you. 

He took hold of both of your hands, interlocking your fingers between his so he could feel you squeeze them as the inevitable pleasure washed over you. When it hit, when the knot in your stomach exploded, it took every sense of yours away, faded your ability to think, talk and even see, into nothingness, as everything about the next thirty seconds was focused on your pleasure alone. 

As you moaned out into the air, squeezing both his hands with yours and your thighs tightened around his face, Lewis couldn’t help but groan too, your pleasure was his, after all. He was so attentive that he never once stopped caressing your now overstimulated clit with his tongue until he was absolutely certain you were done; your little whimpers told him as much. 

“You have no idea how many nights I have got myself off thinking about how sweet you would taste.” He kissed your flustered cheek. “And Baby, you didn’t disappoint.”

You were still coming around from your orgasm as you felt him on top of you, this time his whole weight was on you. He was topless now, clothed in nothing but the shorts that clung loosely at his waist. He was so much heavier than you imagined, his height did his broadness no justice but that was an afterthought, all you could concentrate on this second, was the thing that was throbbing against your middle as he lay on top of you. 

“Lewis…please…”

Sentences were still something you were unable to form in your post orgasmic haze, the smile on his face told you how adorable he found it. Your desperate hands worked his shorts down his body until the sound of him smacking against your wet folds was all that could be heard. 

You gasped, he groaned, both of you in awe of each other before he had even put the tip in. His patience amazed you, he made sure to smother your face and your neck with kisses as he cradled you, holding his dick at your entrance whilst he did so. 

No movements you made, no rocking of your hips, no pressing down on his cheeks, made him do the one thing you needed; put himself inside of you. He waited so frustratingly long to make the final move, you found yourself losing any semblance of your own patience by the second. 

“Are you the shy one now?” You teased him. “It’s rude to keep a woman waiting, Lewis.” 

He let out a chuckle as he moved his hand in between both of your bodies so he could hold his dick at your entrance. You swallowed your gasp, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of his size shocking you before you had even really felt it, but you needn’t have, he could already tell. 

“So confident a moment ago, think it will be a little too much for you?” It was his turn to tease now. 

“I can handle it…” 

Your lips parted as he slowly stretched you, just enough so only the tip was inside of you; pressed against your sweet spot intentionally, your inability to speak told him all he needed to know. 

“Too much?”

You shook your head as your eyelashes fluttered with the struggle you had to keep them even slightly open whilst he slowly gave you more of his inches. He felt so very thick, he stretched you more than anyone ever had before and the second he bottomed out in you, you realised you had held your breath the whole time. 

Lewis was so very patient. You could feel the way his dick throbbed against your sensitive walls, so desperate he was to do everything he had thought about doing to you, but he kept perfectly still, brushing his lips over yours as he watched you adjust to his size. 

“That a little too big for you, Baby?” 

He was getting far too confident with it now, he could see exactly what he was doing to you without even trying, he could hear in your rapid breaths how this was so much more than you had ever taken before, and he could feel it in the warm wetness that had engulfed him, just how wild it was driving you. 

“Lewis…”

Your voice was nothing but a whimper now, a pathetic, lustful whimper; his name being the only word you could remember. If he had left you in this state by just being inside of you, you knew the moment he was let loose on your body, it would be like nothing you had ever experienced before. 

“Yes, Baby?” 

His kisses had moved down to your neck now, his determination to keep you in an overstimulated state was really something to behold. 

“Lewis…” 

“Tell me…” He moved up to meet your lips with a kiss that lingered for a moment. “Tell me what you need me to do to you.” 

You felt yourself clench around him as you heard his words. Lewis was willing to do anything you wanted right now, your pleasure was his priority and it was by far the hottest thing you had ever heard. 

“Everything…please…please…” 

He gave in before your pleas had even finished, hooking both of your legs over his forearms, he pushed them back towards your chest as he showed you exactly why he was so confident. 

The sex was passionate, raw, every bit about both of you connecting both physically and mentally as he drew out the strongest orgasms from your body without even trying. You had never orgasmed through penetration before Lewis, but he made it seem like something that came so easy to you with how often he could make you do it. 

The final scene played out with him moaning in such a deep guttural way, you fought back your own just so you could enjoy it. You watched him now, as much as your overstimulated mind let you anyway. You watched him, his muscles bulging as he strained to release every little bit he had inside of you, his skin damp with sweat all over, so much so it made him glow. 

Lewis fell to the bed next to you and pulled you into him immediately, you were so used to men needing their space in recovery mode it shocked you. Lewis didn’t need space, he wanted you as close as possible as you both came down from your incredible highs. 

At some point you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you knew, you were laying in bed alone and immediately your heart sank. Your thoughts ran crazy for a moment, panic of having now been conquered, Lewis was immediately bored; thankfully those thoughts did not have time to fester. 

“You look worried, what's wrong?” Lewis asked you as he emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his face with a towel. 

He was still naked, and even when soft you couldn’t help but note how big it still was. You felt your mouth begin to salivate as you stared at it. Lewis noticed where you held eye contact too and giggled. 

“You’re still hungry?” He chuckled as he made his way back over to your side of the bed. “Babe, it’s late, we both need to get some rest before tomorrow. I’ll be over for breakfast before we have to head to the track, I promise.” 

Lewis placed a kiss on your forehead, you realised what was happening at that moment and grabbed his wrist. 

“Please don’t leave.” 

“But you need to sleep, Baby.” 

Gone was the need to call you by your name, that had changed the moment he got close to you tonight, from here on out it would be pet names at all times when referring to you. 

“Please, Lewis.” 

“Are you sure you want me to stay?” 

“More than anything.”

Lewis climbed back under the duvet, his whole body curled up around you, almost immediately you felt him begin to harden again. You couldn’t help but roll your hips back into it, you were exhausted but it felt a shame for it to go to waste. 

“No, Baby. Not now, you need to rest.” His nose nuzzled into your neck with affection. “Maybe if you do as you are told, I might consider fucking you so hard you are walking funny for the rest of the day.”

“Lewis, that is so unfair. How am I going to sleep now? That’s all I am going to think about.” 

“Well, you know what to do if you want it…” 

You could sense his delight in your desperation for him but he was not going to let you get your own way, not when he knew what was better for you at that moment. Regardless of whether you behaved or not, there was no way he was letting you leave that bed without being filled with him at least one more time. 

“Tell me a story, Lewis.”

“What would you like to hear?”

“Tell me about your first love, what was she like?” 

“Beautiful…breathtakingly beautiful…” 

You closed your eyes as you let your body relax into the big protective arms that wrapped around you. You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep, soothed by the soft tones of Lewis’ voice as he recited lines of a woman who began to feel more and more familiar as he went on. 

“Not only beautiful, she is the smartest woman I have ever met. She is able to command a room with confidence, she is able to hold her own up against some of the strongest men I know.” 

You felt him peek at you to see if you were sleeping yet. 

“Carry on, I’m still listening…she sounds great by the way…” 

He chuckled once more before he placed a kiss on the back of your neck.

“She thinks I barely know her, she thinks I want her just to add her to my conquered women list, but what I do know would probably surprise her. I know that for breakfast she only ever eats seeded bread, toasted lightly but buttered to every single edge. I know that with that toast she always has a black coffee, she always refuses sugar when the barista offers it but she secretly adds some to it at the condiments counter. I know that she tells people that she isn’t bothered about being single, I know that she says she has no desire to be in a relationship but I also know that her favourite genre of music is love songs, that her favourite movies are romantic ones, she loves love, she’s just too scared to try it.” 

You were so close to sleep now, trying desperately to hang on to being awake as you never wanted his monologue about you to end. You were unable to respond with words, instead you encouraged him with a gentle squeeze of his hand as you held it tightly, wrapped at your chest. 

“I know that she has spent two years thinking that I hate her, when in reality it couldn’t be further from the truth, and I hate that I even made her think that. I know that I need to make up for that, I need to make her feel as loved as she deserves to feel. There’s a lot of things I know, a lot of things I need to say to her, but she’s sleeping now, her soft snores are somehow now my favourite sound. But when she wakes up, I will be right here, and I will be here for as long as she will have me.”

He placed a final kiss on the back of your neck, so careful he was to not wake you. 

“There’s a lot of things to tell you about the first woman I ever loved, but the most important is that I have been certain from the moment I met her that there will never be another woman for me. You are it baby, you are who I pictured when I was imagining my wife as a little boy, imagining the mother of my kids, and I will work hard every day to make sure you want to be that woman too.” 

Lewis was drifting off to sleep now, his words now more of a mumble, but still his mind ran with so many thoughts, two years worth, desperate to escape his lips. 

“And when you wake up tomorrow, having heard only half of this, I will tell you I love you…and hope it doesn’t scare you away.” 

#Lewis #ex #how do I make you love me?

[ineffable-suffering]

Demonic Mental Health Awareness Post

i'm not sure if occult beings are technically capable of suffering from mental illnesses but, watching S2 for the nth time now, i'm pretty sure that ever since Armageddon didn't happen, crowley has simply been a little, well ... depressed.

(just in case, a mild TW: depression, trauma, mental illness)

like, one of the firsts things we hear him say (to shax, out of all people) is: "do you ever think: what's the point of it all? heaven, hell, angels, demons, it's all ... pointless." which– whoof, that's heavy. i mean, fair enough, he's got a point, but it's still one hell (pun intended) of a statement to chuck out as one of the first things he says this season.

i think the way that crowley and aziraphale processed Armageddon is .. very different. we see aziraphale at the beginning of S2:

happy as always in his surroundings

chatting to the people in his whickber street community

buying music

humming along to it in his bookshop

and just frolicking, as he always does

crowley, however, is:

sitting alone on The park bench

questioning the meaning of existence

while also technically being homeless

and living in his car

for ... no apparent reason other than not being bothered to miracle himself up a new flat

of course, crowley's always been a bit of a grumpy goth boyfriend. but it doesn't take a licensed therapist to figure out that he's clearly Going Through something. and it makes sense, if you think about it. surely, Armageddon was traumatic for both of them. but i think aziraphale does have a bit more of a safety net to fall back on. he's got his shop, his books, his music and some of his neighbours he seems to like and know. and, of course, he has crowley. who's always just a phone call away and who he, as we are told, calls when pretty much anything does or doesn't happen.

crowley's main hobby and somewhat safe space used to be his plants and his flat, but those are kinda gone too now/crammed into the bentley and he clearly hasn't been able to move on yet since he a) hasn't bothered to get a new flat and (what i think is an even bigger indicator of him not being okay) b) hasn't told aziraphale yet. ("we talk all the time!" yup, but clearly not about the things that matter, hm?)

it's been four years. four years in which, seemingly, aziraphale had few issues with falling back into his old flow, picking up his hobbies again and even making more friends around Soho. and four years in which crowley lost his flat, most of his plants and apparently his will to change anything about it or share it with aziraphale.

having been through major depressive episodes myself, this does *david tennant voice* bingle-bongle-dingle-dangle all my alarm bells.

because people cope with trauma in different ways. some better than others. and crowley, having Major Unresolved Trauma from his Fall, always having been rather unhappy with the work he'd been doing for hell (aka only getting credit for things he didn't do and sort of messing up things he did do) and also having to face the fact that the angel he was head over heels in love with kept turning him down over and over again for reasons he didn't understand ... well, it didn't set him up for a great post-not-so-much-the-end-of-the-world start.

and sometimes, being forced to keep running under kinda shitty conditions (such as a crappy job or trying to chase after the love of your life) still keeps you running. but once that all stopped, once aziraphale and crowley were (at least for the time being) free of heaven and hell and could finally just live their lives, crowley seems to just have retreated further back into himself. questioning the whole meaning of existence and not really talking about it to the one person he'd always wanted to be with. which makes sense because more than anything, crowley wants to protect aziraphale. and he‘s definitely the type of demon person to think that sharing your struggles means burdening someone else with them. oh crowley, you and me would have so much to talk about, babe.

so yeah. the world almost ended. and then it just went back to normal. and i think crowley is still stuck somewhere between thinking he'd lost his best friend and love of his life in a fire, almost being anihilated by his satanic boss and then everything simply snapping back into the way it always was – within the span of a day. no wonder he's finding it a little hard to move on.

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(addendum: there's a great piece of fanfiction called "Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach" that deals exactly with that trauma, in which crowley goes to see a therapist. incredible character study and brilliant writing.)

#crowley #good omens season 2 #go2 #good omens 2 #gos2 #ineffable husbands #trauma #its ok to be overwhelmed crowley babe #he's Been Through It #give my man a break #and a therapist

[dextixer]

"Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me", "Once its happenstance, twice its a coincidence, thrice is deliberate", " The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. "

Many quotes/sayings exist in many different languages and many different cultures, all carrying the same meaning. The meaning that while mistakes can and WILL happen, a person should learn from those mistakes to not repeat them. Making mistakes is natural, understandable. Repeating those same mistakes over and over however, indicates a problem, a problem that rarely has an excuse.

RT is no different in this regard. As always, we are at the point where the crew commentary is released, that part of the year when many a critic and fan can read the thought of the crew producing RWBY, and despair at what they see.

It was revealed and i think known a bit before the recent days that RWBY Volume 9 had an entire episode cut, in the second part of the show. It was "unforseen" complications that lead the crew needing to cut a lot of stuff and keep the "most important" parts of the episodes, thats why after Ruby suicide the cut-away seemed so strange.

While i did not see CRWBY make any excuses (yet) about this besides saying that it happened, many fans are already doing it for them, simply saying that these are just "expected" things in production, that CRWBY are not to blame, and yet, they are.

Priorities

First of all, CRWBY are the ones who decide on what parts of the show to prioritize in production. On Twitter Eddy Rivas confirmed that episodes 1-7 were fully produced before episodes 8+ were. The argument presented there is that the solution of "Cutting things from 1-7 and add more to 8+" doesnt work because they were both done at different times of production.

While that is true it does pose a question on why exactly does CRWBY keep doing this then? This problem is not new, the fact that many of RWBY volumes are very back-ended and it causes problems is not new and has been known for a long time now. This is the reason why in most of the Volumes, critics usually focus on things that happen at the end of the Volume, because that is when most of the problems with things like writing occur.

So why continue doing this? So many of RWBY plotlines can be better distributed alongside the entire Volume instead of trying to cram it in at the last second. Lets take for example a character like Oscar. Volume 7 proved that Oscar and his relationship/changes due to Ozpin can be very well done if its all distributed properly in the Volume. Compare this to V6 where it all has to happen offscreen just because "There is no time" to explore Oscar.

Why is then so much of V9 so back-ended? Apparently there was going to be an explanation there that Neo gained her new powers because she landed in the God of Darkness acre. The Ascencion phenomena was going to be expanded upon. We have Ruby and her suicide. We have Jaunes break-down. We have Rubys break-down and i could go on.... and on.... There is just SO MUCH there, why?

The explanations of Neos powers could have been done earlier in the Volume. Ascencion could have been distributed during the entire V9 etc.

Instead we have parts of an episode focused on a talking trash panda that ends up not mattering as an example?

It just feels like the wrong things are prioritized in the show and most of them are back-loaded to such an extent that its INEVITABLE that it will cause a point of failure. Just like it did the REST of the times with the preceding Volumes. Why has that lesson not been learned yet?

When one builds something, the most important first parts are a skeleton. You can do the rest later, but you should have the MAIN feature of your product finished first, everything else is extra. And yet it seems that RWBY constantly tries to do everything at once and then when they inevitably fail to actually finish it all, they start cutting important stuff.

Ambition

The other problem is that there is just SO MUCH SHIT that they want to do. They want to use the Ever After to confirm BB and to further give their relationship time. They want to focus on Neo, her new powers (Now related to the God of Darkness). They want the Ever-After to explore Ruby and Jaune and their developments after V8. They want to explore the concepts of acceptance and reincarnation. They want to develop a new character, Little. They want to connect the Ever-After with the gods of RWBY. Thats just SOME of what they tried to focus on, and at the end of the day, isnt it a bit much?

This always happens with RWBY, the show writers dont seem to understand their limitations and they try to cram as MANY ideas as they can into a Volume, when that Volume wont be able to properly develop those ideas in the first place. This is why a lot of RWBY kingdom arcs feel like they miss an entire extra Volume, be it Mistral or Atlas. They simply have no time to develop the concepts they want.

But instead of cutting down on them and focusing on whats most important, they keep stuffing more and more things into the show. And then decide "Well, people will understand/guess what we kept offscreen".

Did you know that Neo got her new powers with Jabberwocker (Basically, literal fucking death?) because she landed in an Acre that belonged to the gods of RWBY? Well, we were supposed to "Guess" or "Understand" that according to the writers. HOW? I have no idea. But we were "Supposed to".

This is the kind of thing, this bloat that plagues many an indie development. Where the developers/makers just add more and more features that pop into their heads, instead of focusing on what they already have and is important.

Understandable in V1-V3. But holy hell RT is a full on corporation right now, so now its no longer understandable.

End Word

Anyways, apologies for being missing in a large capacity for this, entire month i think? Way too much stuff to do, also got involved with wiki editing, which takes a lot of time. Next thread will be next week and i will focus on the suicide/reincarnation/acceptance message that the Volume tried to portray, because the crew commentary has given me more info to talk about.

"Budget" and "Cuts" stop being excuses for the shows writing when its a regular occurrence.

#rwby #rwde #crwby #roosterteeth #rwby volume 9

[writersdare]

Ghost of You | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: It had been four months of silence between Calum and Y/N. Could she finally move on?

Warning: angst

Word Count: 1 496

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: I had two files for this work, and one of it had a name "experimental". I chose that variant in the end, so I really-really hope you'll like it. It's very new for me, the storytelling might be quite unusual at first. Remember that feedback helps me a lot to improve the skills, and it motivates to write more ♡

It was stuffy in a room, as air conditioner stopped working. Y/N had spent much more time trying to fall asleep than actually sleeping; when the clock on a blank white wall showed five-thirty in the morning, the girl realised there was no way she was going to try to fall asleep again.

Opened windows didn’t exactly help to ventilate the flat, however, she saw some thin tree brunches swinging to the left and right, probably, begging angry clouds to finally release the rain. 

Afterwards it usually smelled fresh, felt almost like a sudden beginning of a new life chapter, and Y/N, some other day, would love to simply wrap up in a blanket and listen to the sound of heavy drops hitting the glass. That exact day, though, the girl needed to leave home in the early afternoon for a job interview she didn’t even want to have, and Y/N hoped to get there at least dry. 

It had been four months of silence between her and a person she loved so much, yet, the heaviness in the heart remained the same. Y/N wondered what it was exactly about, and how she supposed to forget the guy, when everything kept reminding of Him. Every little detail in the apartment would echo with a memory of them that did not exist any longer. A stupid ukulele He left in the corner of the living room, behind a beige pot with a plant they bought together. Everything was as if staring at her, making fun of her. Y/N was, probably, going crazy. It had been four months, and she wondered if her insanity could get any worse. The girl missed Him, their night calls. She missed that naive feeling of being in love. She missed the feeling of being full, as the girl started to feel empty again.

Y/N knew that she needed to do something about it, to stop thinking about the past and finally move on. Probably, change something in her life, too. Like changing a job to the one she didn’t want either. 

Apparently, the universe didn’t want her to get that job, too, and since the sleepy morning Y/N only kept realising that the day was not going to be easy. A burnt tongue, when she was drinking coffee – the colour of His eyes, just like she burnt her heart when allowed herself to fall in love with Him. When He made her feel like it was a safe thing to do. Silly…

A broken cup, the one He used to leave cigarette ashes in, it would get under her skin so much. Y/N tried to fix it, just like their relationship four months ago, but some things had to remain broken. A missed bus, even though she was running after it under the noisy rain, and all in vain. She needed to slow down. She desperately needed it. 

Y/N took a seat on a wet bench next to the bus stop and sobbed, feeling like time has as if stopped. Or maybe it was her heart, she couldn’t recognise the beat of, once He wasn’t a part of her life any longer. Her social anxiety opened the arms for a dark and tight hug in the most inconvenient moment, and Y/N simply froze, feeling that sudden fear, covering her from top to bottom.

“I’m sorry… Are you alright?”

A voice, calm and soft, called for her, and Y/N turned the head to the side to see a familiar face. The rain stopped, and it wasn’t gloomy anymore. A guy with rounded face, dark-chocolate eyes, plump lips and short hair was looking at her attentively. He was wearing light pants and a baggy shirt; despite the recent rain, it was still hot outside. The cheeks were slightly red, and she wished to leave a small kiss on His skin. 

“Yeah,” Y/N mumbled a classic reply, but didn’t expect it to come out so quietly and dramatically. The guy even chuckled, probably, thinking that she was a bad liar.

“I know it’s maybe not my business, but I just don’t think ‘it’s alright’ if you can’t hold your tears and crying next to a bus stop. And it’s also raining,” He looked up at the sky. “Quite depressing.”

“Then why did you ask if I was alright at first place?” Y/N snapped and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Just don’t look at me if it’s so depressing," she glanced at the sky, and all she could see were pearl fluffy clouds. 

“I thought it’d be weird if I’d ask ‘are you not alright?’,” He noticed and smiled at Y/N shortly. “Hey, whatever it is… It’s all temporary.”

The girl closed the eyes and gave herself a moment, before whispering quietly,

"No, it’s not."

She opened the eyes just to see Him dissolving in the air.

"Please, don’t go," Y/N could only beg, yet, the imagination let her down once again, and she couldn’t hold on to that memory anymore.

Their first meeting was not romantic, however, it was special. Calum was the only one of the passers-by who approached the girl, seeing she was having something close to a panic attack. He wasn’t there any longer, but even in her head the guy took a seat next to her to comfort. She fell in love with his moles on the right cheek first. He was holding her hand in His, asking to breathe slowly, and all Y/N could see at that time was His eyes, maybe little too kind for the world. 

Too bad their fairytale was over, and there was no happy ending. Y/N needed to stop living with Him in her head, but Calum still was her safe place. Even if good memories brought the pain as a companion every time she thought of Him.

It wasn’t sunny in the head any longer, Y/N realised it was still raining like crazy. The girl was late for the job interview, but the were no regrets. In fact, she wasn’t sure what was feeling at first place, as when He left, He took all her feelings with Him.

Y/N lazily stood up from the bench, and legs slowly carried her to a coffee shop nearby, where Calum bought her latte that day. She was crying so much, even an almond syrup couldn’t help to make the drink less salty. Maybe it was even quite embarrassing, yet He made her feel safe.

"You know… Maybe it was all a lie. Maybe I just imagined Him," Y/N whispered quietly, making a sip from the cardboard cup and staring at the lacquered table. "Just like I am imagining you now…"

He was sitting next to her, having the same as she was. His free hand was placed on hers, when Calum sighed heavily and shook the head.

"Did you love him that much?" the guy asked, the voice was soft and simply pleasant to her ears.

"Yes," Y/N’s whisper left her lips almost right away. The girl had no powers left to correct Calum and say that she still loved Him, no matter how painful it was.

"Did he love you?" He asked, squeezing her fingers with his.

"Sometimes," the girl whispered back, remembering their sleepless nights and arguments, and small trips to nowhere, and tears, and laughter, and screams. 

It was exhausting. Their relationship was exhausting, He said once. She thought it was alright. She thought she was fine, navigating in a fog of Calum’s constant mood swings and small irritations here and there. Y/N thought she could save them, she was ready to sacrifice her life for that relationship, but in the end all what she needed was to take care of herself. 

"I have to let you go," she mumbled, still squeezing the guy’s hand in hers. "I really need to," Y/N tried to memorize the touch of His hand. The softens of his skin on hers.

"Stay for a little longer?" He asked the same thing she blurted out four months ago, standing in an empty hall next to Calum and looking at him with red, fully of tears, eyes.

"I’m sorry, I have to," she whispered his reply and broke the touch of their hands.

The rain was beating against the windows deafeningly. Her coffee was cold and suddenly too sweet to her taste. She was resting palms on the table, and it was quiet in the head. Finally no thoughts were bothering her mind. It was still dark and scary in times, yet, she could see the light somewhere in the end of her path. Or was it a beginning? 

She made her last sip and stood up, rushing to leave the coffee shop. Maybe in another life they could meet again. But for now… she needed to finish that chapter and finally start a new one.

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