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leviathanspain · 6 months

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fucked my way up to the top

roman roy x reader

synopsis: the recent shroud of attention towards the roys lands a spotlight on you, causing you to question your marriage

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the public didn’t favor you as a roy wife. you were labeled a gold digger, virtually nobody, a poison, a cancer. it didn’t matter that your own family was rich and prosperous. not as public as the roy family was, but respected in their industry.

you had grown up with roman, for a few brief summers at least. neighboring his summer home with your grandfather’s, you’d find yourself sneaking away at odd hours to visit the sullen boy.

after losing touch, you had reconnected with the youngest roy son at a business conference that you had accompanied your father to. he was impossible to shake off after, and soon you found yourself walking down the aisle.

but your relationship behind closed doors was extremely unconventional. in the year you’ve been married to roman, you never had sex. you came close once, on your wedding night, but nothing else since. you understood him the most, and his issues with intimacy. you’d wait around for him as long as he needed, because you loved him.

you loved him more than anyone else in his life, and he didn’t know why.

roman was still roman, in the best way he knew how to be. he’ll make inappropriate comments at you in professional settings, defending it with “she’s my wife!”, or sticking his hands down your pants whenever he got cold. you never really understood his methods, but it was affection nonetheless.

although you had a history with corporate america, you wouldn’t deny that your marriage to roman had sped up your career. only because roman has insisted that you work alongside him. it was either that or not work at all.

so the media, in the raging shit storm that kendall had started, had picked you and your marriage as the weakest link, attacking you in many headlines. twitter had been worse, causing you a mild headache for weeks.

roman had assured you’d that it would all blow over, that as long as you both knew the truth, that nothing else mattered.

but it did. everything mattered.

“hey ro-“ he had answered your call before the second ring. he sounded breathless, but you could hear the bustling office environment over the phone. there was the sound of leather, assuming he moved to sit.

you looked at yourself in the mirror, giving yourself one last look before walking over to the door, “i just wanted to call and remind you that i’m going out.”

roman made a noise over the phone, “ughhhh- that’s tonight?” he looked at his watch, checking the time, “right. that’s fine, yeah.”

“ro?” you asked, a smile on your face as you heard him hum in response. “i wasn’t asking if it was fine. remember what we talked about?”

roman sighed, rolling his eyes slightly as he leaned back in his chair, “that you’re my wife, not my property…”

you laughed, “when you put it like that it sounds awful. whatever roy, i’ll see you later.” he could hear the clicking of the apartment lock, you were already leaving.

“okay, bye bye now sweetie!” he mocked an elderly lady with his tone before hanging up quickly.

on nights you’d go out with friends, roman wouldn’t go home. he would eventually find his way home around two or three am, but only because you’d call to let him know you were going home. there was no point of being home if you weren’t there.

he had done it once, but there had been a pit in his stomach the entire time. as if he was doing something wrong.

he had heard the apartment door click, and his head turned from the random late night news channel to the door. you were standing there, wavering slightly as you stepped forward.

“baby-“ you slurred, and immediately roman stood up. he walked towards you, and a sheet of concern washed over his face. “i’m sorry baby, i know how much you hate it when i drink.” you grabbed onto roman’s shoulder, hand clutching him as you tried to steady yourself.

roman scoffed, “when did i say that?” his tone turned defensive, but mainly confused.

you shrugged, “i know you do.” you let go of him and stepped towards the couch, “you get in that mood.” you had meant to sit down, but you found yourself on your back instead. you closed your eyes, swallowing thickly, “you pull away.” roman scoffed again, “y/n, im right here.” his hand grazed your face as he leaned over you. he rested on the couch’s edge, but you couldn’t keep your eyes on him.

“no- it’s not like that. everytime i want to,” you faltered, and roman inhaled sharply, “it’s like you shut down. and we’ve danced around it for almost a year and-“ your words slurred slightly but roman had understood you perfectly.

“what do you want me to say? hmm? that i don’t want to fuck you?” he got off the couch and stood up, “do you want a divorce? is that it? since we didn’t fuck you can probably get a good deal out of that, you should go fucking try it!” roman didn’t know where this anger was coming from, but he felt it come out like word vomit. and he couldn’t stop.

tears escaped your eyes and you sniffled, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment. “no- i don’t want a divorce, roman.” you shook your head as you cried, wishing the couch could swallow you up.

roman continued to spit more words at you, but you cried harder. “i just want my husband to touch me! i want to be desired- to be loved!” you shouted, words overtaking his.

“i want you every minute of every day. i wake up with you on my mind, even when you’re asleep next to me i want you. i fucking want you, so bad.” his voice dropped and he stared down at you.

you shifted your eyes over to him, and tried to stand up. roman noticed what you were doing and took your hand, pulling you up.

“have me, roman. have me and never let me go.” your arms draped around his neck, pulling him into you. you leaned into him, and kissed him roughly. roman felt himself hitch a breath before pulling away.

“i cant.” your hands dropped from his collar and you stared, speechless. “i want to, y/n. but i-“

you pushed past him, not letting him finish as you tried to stumble towards the door. “you’re a fucking coward.” you slurred, tears muddling your vision. you fumbled for the door handle, “i never want to see you again! you hear me! i hate you!” you stomped a foot as you struggled more for the door. “fuck!” you cried out, feeling defeat and heartbreak wash over you in an instant.

this feeling was crippling. closing your eyes as you slid down in defeat. you couldn’t fight anymore, you didn’t have it in you. your husband didn’t stay to linger, slipping away quietly.

the separation was taking its toll. it was starting to get noticeable to those around you. you had wished for space from roman, who had hesitated but obliged. his only request was that his family doesn’t know, and so far, they hadn’t.

but little things, questions regarding the other had raised a few flags. kendall had asked about you once, bringing up the question to roman on your whereabouts. roman had lied and said he had just seen you in your office, but kendall knew you weren’t even in the building. or when shiv had texted you to ask if you’d be joining the family to scotland, but you had to play off your absence with a separate work trip. when in reality you had no idea that roman would even leave the country.

shiv knew something was off. she was finding roman more intolerable by the day. he was more disheveled, prone to outbursts, constantly on the defensive, and it definitely had to do with you. you were his happy little pill.

as much as you wanted to keep the secret, roman made it difficult. he rarely ever saw you anymore, and he would often exclude you from meetings regarding family or work. you didn’t mind at first, until it started affecting your work. you’d have to talk to him about it, eventually.

logan had called for a meeting in his office. usually big meetings with all of the roys and close workers meant bad things. typically you’d stay out of these things and find out from roman. but you had no roman to come home to anymore, and you’d have to learn how to fight for yourself sooner rather than later.

you were the third one to arrive. kendall was already perched beside his father. you admired kendall for his ability to resurrect himself and crawl back under his father’s thumb. you respected him, but not lately. greg and tom were also in the room. their little duo was dangerous, you’ve warned roman to watch out for them.

“y/n!” tom stood up from his seat, awkwardly hugging you. you stiffened in his arms and pulled back with an awkward smile, “tom. didn’t know we did that!” your eyes slid to logan and kendall, who seemed as equally as surprised by your presence.

“sir.” you looked at your father-in-law, who’s eyes shone at you, “y/n. what a delightful surprise.” he kept his tone even, but you still smiled nonetheless.

kendall had his wits about him, for once. “what changed?” he squinted his eyes at you and you laughed slightly, “it’s nice to see you too, ken.”

just as you turned, you heard a whistle at the door, “where is everyone? you said at 11:30 right?” roman looked down at his watch before looking up, eyes settling on your face.

you hadn’t expected to see him so face to face, for the first time in weeks. he looked away slightly, cracking another irrelevant joke before walking over to a chair.

he didn’t even greet you, and that didn’t go unnoticed by everyone else. more and more flooded in, and you couldn’t stop the pounding feeling in your head even as the conversation began.

“roman!”

logan’s shout had broken you out of your daze. you blinked, eyes narrowing on the clock as you realized thirty minutes had passed. you had missed most of the meeting, and seemingly caught the end. but this wasn’t just any end, this was logan handing your husband his own ass.

you listened to roman get chewed out. you weren’t in the loop to roman’s work, and you felt lost.

logan’s insults turned into abuse. you felt your mouth go dry as you stood up, words spilling out of your mouth in roman’s defense.

you didn’t know what you had done until it was done. you were locked in a stare with logan, who was in disbelief at your outburst. you felt you face heat up and you inhaled sharply. logan didn’t say anything, but kendall had waved his hands, “alright. let’s just- end it here.” he shifted his gaze over to you but you didn’t meet his eyes.

roman stared at you, from across the room in his chair. you blinked, words faltering as you stared at him.

you didn’t bother apologizing as you excused yourself, practically running down the hall to shut yourself away.

there was a soft knock at your door. roman. it had to be roman. you felt your chest heavy with pressure as you stood up, walking over to your door. you unlocked it, but hesitated as you pulled it open.

“yes?” you peeked out, beads of sweat lining your forehead. your eyes met his and roman stared at you, “let me in.” he nodded to the door and you hitched a breath, opening the door as you stepped back.

“ro-“ without another word you threw yourself into his arms. he grabbed you tightly, reciprocating your need for affection.

“i’m so sorry.” you choked out, “i’m so fucking sorry.” you knew logan had a difficult relationship with his son, and this didn’t help any of it. logan must hate you now.

roman shook his head, “fuck that. fuck that old ass guy. it’s okay, you-“ he pulled back and you felt his lips on your cheek, “you know i would’ve done that for you.”

you hugged him tightly, and hoped this warmth would last.

#roman roy x reader #roman roy angst #roman roy fluff #roman roy smut #roman roy x you #roman roy succession #succession fanfic #succession x reader #succession hbo #succession #roman roy

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vendetta-if · 4 months

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what would the cast have as their social media username?

Ooh, interesting! 🤔 I suck at coming up with social media handles/username 😂 I'll try to do for the ROs, but if you guys have any other ideas, do share in the comment section or in the reblogs 😆

Ash

@ pyro_maniac

They made theirs when they were still a teenager and I think it's fitting that they have some edgy sounding username relating to their power. Like, one day, they just saw the word pyromaniac and looked up what it meant and was like, "Yeah, sounds good enough for me, plus it sounds cool." They then stick with it because they just never bother to change or make a new account for.

Rin

@ rinaikawa

Boring but also professional and straight to the point.

Santana

@ sanvaldez_97

The classic first and last name plus year of birth, probably because the username they went for has already been taken, so they just add an underscore and their birth year.

Skylar

@ sky_moore

For superheroes, there are usually two types: Those who are more open publicly (not-so-secret personal life, people know their real identity behind the mask and what they look like, and stuff) and those who are more private and try their best to completely separate their personal life from their career (if successful enough, people won't even know your real face and real name and identity).

Skylar is more of the first category; they are already the son of the Mayor anyway, so they just use their real name for their social media handle. And Skylar still actually manages their own social media and sometimes posts some random stuff from their daily life or respond to some lucky fans' comments.

The upside to that is that their fans feel really connected to them and feel like they're more down-to-earth; the downside is that it fosters parasocial relationships even faster and worse than Yvette ever did 😬

If you're wondering, Yvette is kind of the first category, but not really to the point like Skylar. People know what she looks like and her real name, but she rarely shares really personal and private info about her life on social media or TV or to her fans. I think she'll have PR people manage her official social media accounts while she keeps a secret, private accounts she uses daily to just scroll through stuff.

Oh and almost forgot, but Newton is more of the second type. Only his colleagues and some fellow superheroes kind of saw his face and probably knew his first name. But now that he's pretty much close to fully retire, he doesn't really need to be so secretive anymore since he will leave the spotlight and his superhero persona behind him soon for good and just focus on his personal life.

#asks #anon ask #full cast ros #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #char: info #if: vendetta #vendetta if #if vendetta #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript #hosted games

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theprice-if · 11 months

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DEMO (TBA)

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Roaring stadiums, filled to the max with screaming fans, as you stand with a microphone in hand. Your heart pounds against your chest as you get ready to perform. Shouts of adoration filter past your ear as the lights finally turn on; the show truly begins. With you in the center of it all.

Except… that isn’t you. You’re to the side, watching it all, with a clipboard pressed to your chest. Making sure that nothing was out of place.

You’re just an assistant, an assistant to the biggest star gracing the stage in the past decade, but still just an assistant.

That is until you woke up alone in a room that was way above your pay grade; with a shiny ring on your finger. Your new spouse? The very star that you have been working for, for the last two years. The same star that many believed would never settle down— until you came along.

These rapid-fire events thrust you into the spotlight. Rocketing you towards the twinkling lights of stardom as you desperately try to figure out how to come to terms with everything.

The media and tabloids are just the tip of the iceberg. The very star you’re married to offers you the deal of a lifetime.

Stay married to them for a year and get a record deal; the biggest reason you moved to L.A.... All of your dreams will come true after twelve months.

If only you had known what the price of stardom truly brought.

The Price is rated 18+ for explicit language, sexual themes, alcohol/drug use, questionable behavior, and more!

★ Features ★

Customizable MC: name, gender, appearance, facets of your personality, hobbies, and more!

Get into the studio and start preparing for what will come when the year is up. Find the voice that you have always wanted to showcase in the industry!

Create your own music! Cultivate your debut album and show the world what it's been missing!

Interact with your fans and the music industry as a whole through social media! Will you become an upcoming star that the media loves or a black sheep that'll keep them returning for more?

Engage in romance with a variety of characters. Will the fake one become real with your pretend spouse? Or perhaps you'll find passion building with the less complicated-- and fun-loving-- photographer?

Discover what truly happened the night of your marriage. Or, if you choose to do so, leave it as the hazy fog in the recesses of your mind.

And much more as the story continues forward!

Are you willing to pay the price for your dream? Will that dream change over time?

★ The ROs ★

Adrian/Ariana Ocean ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 28 ★

Your boss, and also your spouse, the most sought-after star in the entertainment industry. With a reputation as spotty as one would expect with someone at the top. However, with the news of your marriage, people seem to be seeing them in a new light; something that they’ve been wanting for a very long time. Let’s hope it’ll last.

Blake Turner ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 28 ★

A Hollywood starlet that’s coming off their recent Oscar win; who also happens to be your ex from college. An ex that dumped you when they dropped out of college to become a star. A story that you never truly got to hear the entirety of. And suddenly, just like that, they’re back in your life with the same smirk from before. The one that made you fall in love with them, to begin with.

Liam/Leah Shaw ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 29 ★

Your newly assigned bodyguard, you still have to get used to that, who is supposed to protect you whenever your spouse can’t be with you. You just weren’t expecting them to start affecting you the way that they have. Their warm smile is like a beacon in this unfamiliar world.

Isaac/Isabel Carnell ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 27 ★

The photographer who is tasked with taking lovely shots of the newly wed couple. One of the only people, besides management, that actually knows what the hell is actually going on. Their general cheerfulness does wonders to lighten your spirits. Not to mention the pictures they take are absolutely divine.

Carson/Cara Madden ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 33 ★

The lawyer that is making sure everything goes smoothly; while also trying to not get gray hairs throughout. An aloof individual that only cracks a smile around a select few people. However, they’re good at their job and that’s what should matter most to you. Even though you sort of wish they’d smile at you. At least just once.

#the price #interactive fiction #interactive game #choice script #hosted games #choice of games #no demo #if wip #interact if

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0oxalieno0 · 5 months

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Drunken Nights (Hobie Brown x Reader)

Gender neutral reader

Word count: 2.1k

Sum: Hobie takes care of you after a long night out. Liquid courage reveals some hidden feelings. Reader has anxiety (Reader is a jumper (of conclusions :)) Fluff. Also, everyone is 18+ in this scenario. Some nakedness is involved but nothing crazy. Hobie is a big acts of service guy <3. Also, reader is a sweet, sweet summer child.

You were nervous, to say the least.

As you stood in line, waiting to get into the venue, you couldn’t help the racing thoughts that filled your head. Sure, you and Hobie had been seeing each other for a couple months now, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that your surprise appearance at his gig might be a bit too intimate for what was, initially, supposed to be a casual hook-up.

Coming out here, and seeing him perform in a crowd with his friends, felt like a step towards uncharted territory.

With a quick glance at your ID and a nod from the bouncer, you make a quick beeline to the bar. You order and chug your drink in quick succession, trying to calm your nerves and the spiral your mind seems determined to take you on. As you get started on your second drink, a pair of bright red Jordans comes into view.

“Sick shoes” you comment. Normally you would keep to yourself, but it seems your mouth and the double-shot vodka cran you just drank, have other plans.

“Thanks” the boy replies. Getting a better look at him he barely looks 18, and by the way his gaze darts around the room nervously, seems to feel just as out of place.

‘Welp’ you think while taking a sip ‘might as well keep the conversation goin’

“So, what are you here for? The booze? The people?”. Looking out into the hoard of heavily tattooed and pierced bodies and back to the boy in what seems to be… a school uniform? with red and black gloves?

“Though, I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that you’re not in it for the crowd”

The boy glances down at his outfit, then back up at you, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Actually, I’m here to see the band playing tonight, but I got caught up with a ro-“ he startles as if saying something he shouldn’t have “I mean studying, that I forgot to change”

“Really?” You fix him with a surprised expression “Wouldn’t have taken you for the punk rock type, you a fan or something?”

The boy smiles to himself “Yeah, I guess you could say that”

“Well, the name’s Y/N” You hold out your hand to shake “and you? Fanboy”

“Miles,” he says sliding his hand into yours “Miles Morales”

**(the cutoff word is robbery) Also Miles is wearing black and red gloves cus he forgot to change out of his suit, oh miles, lol**

Just as you down your second drink and turn to the bartender to get a third for you and your new best friend, ear-splitting microphone feedback fills the room.

“Hello, hello, hello” the speaker on the mic calls out.

You’d recognize that voice anywhere. With your third drink in hand, you turn and look up to see Hobie Brown, looking unbelievably gorgeous under the bright spotlights. “The name’s ‘Obie, ‘Obie Brown and this is my crew” he waves a ringed finger at the musicians behind him “we call ourselves, Eradication!”

The crowd erupts into cheers and you swear you see a few girls swooning in Hobie’s direction. You take a deep swig from your glass, this, is going to be a looong night.

And with that, the band begins throwing themselves into the music. Everyone is amazing, especially the pink-haired drummer in the back, but nothing, or rather no one could compare to Hobie. Sure, he sounded amazing in the confines of your bedroom, but the stage was where he truly belonged. For the next few songs, you can barely take your eyes off him as he seems completely enraptured in a complicated guitar solo, sweat dripping off his forehead in a show of pure concentration. His piercings glint in the light as he head bangs and dances around, absolutely commanding the stage. He is, truly, mesmerizing to watch.

A nudge at your side breaks your rapt attention, and you turn to see Miles half-smirking at you.

“Someone’s got a little crush”

You scoff, trying to brush it off, but say nothing. He truly had no idea. God knows the alcohol has gotten you loose-lipped already and you don’t want to risk revealing more to Miles than he needs to know. Even with your silence, Miles seems to take this as a silent acknowledgment and chuckles at your blushing face, turning his attention back to the show.

By now the night is winding down and more often you notice the chemistry between Hobie and the drummer, as they jam out and steal winks and smiles at each other in-between songs.

Maybe it was a bad idea to come here. You take a look at your half-finished glass and begin throwing the rest of it back, because 1. Mama didn’t raise no quitters and 2. You weren’t about to let any of your 12$ investment go down the drain.

In the time it takes for you to finish and start paying off your tab at the counter, the band has already stopped playing.

“Thank you, thank you everyone. We hope you’ve enjoyed the show, Eradication out!” A final wave of cheers is heard from the audience, as the band jumps off the stage before they circle the band in a sort of meet-and-greet fashion.

Now! Now’s your chance to escape! Before you can even begin making your way towards the exit, a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you through the crowd.

“Hey, Hobie!” Miles greets “This is Y/N, they’re your biggest fan” he teases.

“Y/N?” a low voice questions.

You turn, maybe a bit too quickly, and stumble right into the arms of the person you were trying to escape. Maybe that third drink was a bit overkill. You steady, then look up to see Hobie’s lips curved up in a curious smile.

“Hey” you say shyly, your face heating up, but you’d sooner blame it on the alcohol than on the effect he has over you.

“Hey” he echos back. “I didn’t know you were coming, no calls or texts” he lifts his phone in mock hurt.

“I was trying to surprise you” you whisper, unable to meet his warm eyes.

“Well, you are without a doubt, the prettiest surprise I’ve ever received”.

And without breaking his gaze, he lifts your hand and places a soft kiss against your knuckles. Your heart stalls before remembering to beat. Hobart-fucking-Brown would surely be the death of you.

And with that, Hobie places a gentle hand around your waist and turns to introduce you to the rest of the team. There’s Fish on bass, Cedric on the keys, and finally the very talented Gwen on drums. Absolutely nothing can prepare you for the tight embrace Gwen wraps you in once the two of you are introduced.

“Oh my gosh, you’re the Y/N!!!” She squeals, giving you a wide smile and squeezing you even tighter than you ever thought possible.

“It is so good to finally meet you! Hobie talks about you all the time” she rambles “In fact, I just caught him grinning at his phone the other day, over a pic of the two of you. And sometimes I even catch him mumbling your name in his sleep after practice. It’s honestly too cute, he really is in-“

“Okayyy” Hobie interjects, cutting her off “that’s enough out of you Gwendy”

“Oops” Gwen snorts “sorry bout that, I can get a little carried away sometimes”

You turn to grin at Hobie, half-whispering “I like her honesty”. Hobie just shuts his eyes, shaking head in utter disbelief.

The rest of the night goes without a hitch. You all do a round of shots together (which might be a bad idea, but fuck it). You and Gwen bond over female rock bands and tease Miles over his obsession with action figures. And Hobie holds your hand the entire time, looking at you fondly as you become one of the crew.

As you stifle a yawn, Hobie begins to stand, picking you up along with him.

“I think that’s our cue” he says, holding out your jacket for you to shrug on “I’ve got to get this one home, you got a place to stay tonight Gwen?”

“Yea, I’m gonna crash at Mile’s tonight so you two go on ahead”

You think it’s odd of Hobie to ask where Gwen’s staying, but you’re honestly too bleary-eyed and buzzed to question it further.

“Bye everyone” you wave tiredly.

“Bye Y/N! Bye Hobie!” they echo back.

Then the two of you are out the door. At nearly 2am the streets of London are quiet and the two of you walk in comfortable silence, hand in hand. It isn’t till you hear water splashing and gulls overhead, that you realize you aren’t heading towards your apartment at all.

“Where are we?”

Hobie guides you carefully down a set of creaky wooden stairs, down to the docks, and finally stops at a giant canal boat.

“This” he gestures, waving an arm outward “is my home”

But Hobie never brings you back to his place. It’s always yours, that you end up spending the night at. As you look on at the ship in slight awe, Hobie wraps his hands around your waist, and lowers you down onto the deck, before jumping down next to you. As he leads you through the boat you realize it really is a full-on floating house. There’s a kitchen, some twin guest beds, a couch with a TV, and finally, you end up in the master suite, Hobie’s room.

It’s so him, from the guitars lined up against the wall, to a god save the Queen poster, and even a funny spider doodle on some of the walls, everywhere you look, there he is. As you marvel at the museum that is Hobie Brown’s room, he unzips your jacket and begins to make quick work on your button-up.

“What are you doing?”

He cocks an eyebrow your way but doesn’t show any signs of stopping as he reaches for the zipper at your waistband.

“Getting you, ready for bed” his eyes linger slightly as he helps you shed your clothes, but it isn’t the same one of hunger you usually find when you’re in this situation, instead it’s one of pure affection. After the two of you undress, he leads you to the bathroom.

“You have a shower on this damn thing?!”

He gives you an incredulous look “Do you think I’m some sort of heathen? Of course, there’s a bloody shower”

It’s a tight squeeze, but the two of you manage to fit comfortably pressed up against one another under the shower head. As the warm water heats you up from the cold London night, Hobie takes a bit of shampoo and begins rubbing it into your scalp, making funny shapes with your lathered up hair. Each of you take turns with the conditioner until finally you step back out into Hobie’s room, all toasty and clean.

As you detangle your hair with a hot pink hairbrush you can only assume is Gwen’s, Hobie shows up by your side freshly dressed, holding an oversized (or rather for him, appropriately sized) t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

“Arms up” he instructs.

Doing as you’re told, Hobie slides the Spider-Man t-shirt over your head. Then kneels down, to let you use his shoulder as a crutch while you step into the plaid boxers. He presses a kiss against your inner thigh, making your breath hitch, before rising back up and pulling you towards the bed.

Under the covers, in the darkness, there’s a moment of quiet before-

“Hobie?”

“Yea, love?”

The endearment makes your heart flutter.

“We’re dating, right? Like boyfriend, (preferred romantic title), level dating?”

Another beat of silence lapses, until Hobie abruptly turns the bedside lamp back on.

“Have you not known that we’ve been together for the past two weeks?” He looks at you in disbelief.

“Well, you always said you hated labels and we never really talked about” you wave your finger back and forth “this”

“Shit, that’s true" he admits sheepishly "but I’ve been calling and introducing you as ‘babe’ and 'darling' whenever we’re out”

You share a look, then laugh at the total lack of communication skills between the both of you. After sharing a quick kiss, Hobie reaches out to turn the lamp back off.

“Hobie?” You call out again.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I love you”

This time there are no beats of silence or hesitation.

“I love you too”

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Time frame: Hobie + Reader have been seeing each other a little under 3 months and actually dating-dating for 2 weeks.

OMG my first fanfic!!! I hope y’all enjoy and please feel free to leave any comments <3

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown imagine #miles morales #gwen stacy #I'm a sucker for acts of service <3 TT

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backstage-if · 1 year

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DEMO (updated january 26th, 20.4K words)

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A few years ago, you wouldn’t ever believe where you are now.

Living in the City of Artists and getting your biggest role after so many years of waiting for a big break as a theater actor, things seem to finally be going the way you dreamed of. It doesn’t matter if this play is your producer’s last chance of saving her family legacy or if you’re the last one to get casted and barely has time to fit in, you’re not letting any of this get you down.

You’re going to make yourself proud, make all of your work to get out of your hometown seem worthwhile and…

A few years ago, you wouldn’t have blood on your hands.

As an accident with one of your castmates results in a death of your conscience, seeing the theater packed was the last thing you expected to happen. It looks like whoever said people are intrinsically drawn by tragedy was completely right. Now, you have to balance your rising, potentially brilliant career with sleepless nights leaden by guilt.

All while hoping all of these new accidents happening backstage are nothing but coincidences.

Backstage is rated +18 for explicit language, violence, mentions of addiction, drug use, alcohol use and non-explicit sexual content. Things might be added or changed in the future.

FEATURES

Customize your MC and their personality! Decide on their personal feelings, how they interact with others and how well they’re coping with everything that happened ever since they came to town.

You’re one of the lead actors now and every day is a chance to decide how you act around your castmates, the stage crew and with the media’s sudden spotlight on all of you.

Have the opportunity to deal with fame or renounce it. Help the people around you or mess them up even more.

Also, you never know when romance will shine! Have the chance to meet these five people and establish a romantic or platonic (or even destructive) bond with them.

RO's physical descriptions | Theater's group! (Side characters)

Cassandra/Callahan Ralph (24 | F/M) - Fun and bright, as you remember them to be. Once your best-friend/partner, it feels like just yesterday they left your old town behind to go to college and you watched as all contact between you was cut. Now they’re back and both of you are sharing a stage like nothing ever happened.

Neil A. Sadecki (25 | he/him) - Son of two renowned actors, Neil has known the ugly parts of this industry for longer than any of you and tries to stay out of its spotlight whenever he can. The youngest director you ever worked with, you wonder how much of his indifference is real or simply part of an act.

Spencer Caetano (27 | they/them) - You have reasons to keep your distance from Spencer now, even if they aren’t aware of it. However, all of this keeps working against your plans as you have to pretend to be in love with them every show for the sake of art and running from their easy friendship is starting to be more and more difficult.

Johanna 'Joy' Pham (25 | she/her) - Living up to her name, Joy is a breath of fresh air. Currently the only person who is doing fine and not crumbling under pressure among your colleagues, it doesn’t take you long to notice how she seems to remember every small thing about everyone and, still, you don't know much about her.

Ameera/Adarsh Bhandari (25 | F/M) - Your castmate’s #1 enemy, they’re the one who ended up opening a spot in the play for you. Since day one, you’re confused about why they decided to pick on you out of all people, and also why they seem to be always around instead of with their own cast mates.

#interactive fiction #interactive game #interactive fiction wip #if wip #backstage if #dashingdon #cog #choice of games #choice script

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ufonaut · 1 year

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infamous-if · 10 months

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If they weren't in the music industry, what jobs would the ROs do? Like what would their lives have looked like?

I feel like I may have answered this before but I have (new?) answers because I did think about this.

Orion: would either be an accountant or consultant. I think it's in Orion's nature to be a person who guides others and gives other people advice. It's the perfect blend of being involved without having to be in the spotlight. Oddly enough, I can imagine Orion as a professor, but I'm not sure in what subject. Maybe a boxing coach? Ha. Would he be married? Maybe. I think it's more likely the divorce would've happened no matter what.

Sebastian: even though Seb is already doing what he likes, I think if he were a bachelor with no kids he'd definitely be a youtuber or a twitch screamer or professional gamer?!!

Seven: I can never separate Seven from music and it's really difficult for me to envision Seven as anything but in the music industry but I can see Seven as a lit/english teacher. Seven loves poetry, metaphors, literary imagery, and books. Also, a music teacher. But it's more likely that they'd be in the industry in some way. Maybe part of road crew for another act?

Victoria: this one is hard. Probably a professional makeup artist. She has a college degree and I can see her working a corporate job. Maybe in a company she really likes. Or production studio?

August: definitely a film critic, but that's still part of the hollywood industry. August can adapt to anything with enough time. They're a jack of all trades, if they put effort in it lmao

G: a groupie or somehow in the crew of a band. And i'm not joking. G both hates and loves that world and I think the fact that hollywood is their downfall but also the one thing that makes them feel alive is why I can't see G doing anything else. If I really had to say, I think G would be a vocal coach...but G isn't very patient so who knows how they'd act with their poor students haha

#inbox #infamous cast

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fastandtheformula1 · 1 year

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Hi, Ro! First of all let me claim this 🐻 emoji can I? since I'm your anon fans haha. But it's true bcs I really adore your writing, they always made my day so thanks!

Sooo, I'd like to request an Ollie oneshot or imagine. I've my own prompt and plot if you're okay with it. Here is mine:

Ollie had been dating Y/N for couple of years but they kept it a secret from everyone. One day Ollie was doing a stream with his fans, he told Y/N about it and she planned to stay in the room so that she wouldn't be in the spotlight while Ollie was streaming. However, Y/N accidentally went to the room where Ollie was streaming bcs she couldn't find her stuff and the fans saw Y/N, then they started asking who Y/N was. Y/N tried to cover up about who she was bcs she worried Ollie would be mad, but Ollie did the opposite.

Ollie invited her to join the stream and did a go public. Y/N was scared bcs she was just a very ordinary british girl, she was just a nerd when most drivers tend to date someone famous, also everything was too sudden, she was afraid that Ollie's fans wouldn't like the idea of their fav driver already had a partner but Ollie comforted her, and they read those messages from the fans admired her beauty even supported their relationship. Maybe there's cute part when both of them answered some of fans questions about them.

Some prompt from me if you wanna use:

"She may look ordinary but I love her a lot, like a looooot. Also, my girl is bloody smart, soon to be my engineer!"

"See? They say you are beautiful! I know right?!"

"I love her bcs she makes the best smoothies in the world."

SORRY BCS IT'S VERY LONG BUT I JUST WANT TO WRITE WHAT'S IN MY HEAD BUT THE REST IS UP TO YOU. Thank youuu x

-anon🐻

Ollie Bearman- Why

a/n: first thank you so much that’s so sweet of you 🥹🥰 and yes ofc you can take that emoji! okay I LOVE the idea of secretive/protective bf Ollie! not that he doesn’t want to show you off, he 100% does, but he just doesn’t want the press to invade your personal space, etc. also I’m thinking childhoodfriend!reader… hope this is okay!

pairing: ollie bearman x childhoodfriend!reader

summary: you accidentally join ollie's stream causing you guys to go public with your relationship.

warnings: cursing

word count: 1,239

not my gif!

You and Ollie had been keeping your relationship secret for a while. You’d known Ollie your entire life, him being the perfect boy-next-door when you moved to Essex for your dad’s job. It was hard for you to adapt to your new school and environment, so you were always at Ollie’s house. He’d always been friendly and kind, and overall was a great person.

The few times you were out in public with Ollie after he got into F2, a few people noticed him and asked you to take their picture with him. It never bothered you; you were always happy that people recognized him for his hard work.

People remembered you as that one girl Ollie hangs out with. They saw glimpses of you, but no one knew that you two were together. You two had been dating for 2 and a half years, and things couldn’t be going better. You’d moved in together a few months ago, and were talking about getting engaged; he even suggested starting to look for rings.

“I’m gonna start streaming in like half an hour, okay?” “Okay.” “Okay. I love you.” “I love you too.”

Now you were sitting on you and Ollie’s couch, waiting for his livestream to be over. He told you that he’d be about an hour, which was normal for one of his streams. When he isolated himself into his room, you cleaned up a few things around the house, enjoying the quiet and peacefulness that echoed through the house. Ollie was always energetic and lively, but you needed some quiet time. Unfortunately without him, you were getting bored now. His livestream had gone on an extra twenty minutes longer than he said it would be.

Over the course of a few months, you’d picked up the hobby of crocheting. You had made little dinosaurs and flowers and gave them to your friends. Your current project was a brown teddy bear since Ollie’s birthday was coming up, but you couldn’t find it. You tore apart your room looking for it. It took you months to get the little feet right, and its hands. Then it hit you

You probably left it in Ollie’s room since he wanted you to stay with him last night.

“Baby please stay. You’re warm.” “You’re gonna fall asleep.” You chuckled. “That’s the point. Please, princess?” “Fine. Only ‘cause you’re cute when you’re needy.”

After he nodded off, you sneaked out of his room and grabbed his gift and sat in his desk chair, watching him sleep as you crocheted.

You looked around the floor, scanning for the half finished teddy bear. “Babe, have you seen my-”

“Y/N-”

“I swear it was right here.” You looked at Ollie who had wide eyes and a worried expression on his face, gesturing with his eyes towards the camera. He got up, trying to block your face from the camera.

“Oh crap.”

You glanced towards the screen, seeing the comments blowing up.

who is that??

is that his gf?

wait she looks familiar!!!

You rushed out of the room, swearing at yourself. You guys had been so careful about your relationship for the past few years, and now you’d gone and ruined it. You started pacing into the hallway, eventually ending up in the living room.

Oh shit. Oh shit. What had you just done? Ollie would be forever mad at you. You heard Ollie quickly excuse himself from the livestream, hearing his footsteps coming closer and closer. Oh god. You started to panic, your breathing becoming faster and your chest feeling heavy.

“Love?”

You only groaned in response.

“Hey. It’s okay.”

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Ol. Shit.”

“Y/N,” He sat down next to you, putting his arm around you. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Y/N,” His voice was soothing and reassuring. “Just breathe, baby. It’s alright.”

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m so sorry,” He pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair.

“Shh. It’s okay, baby. Just breathe.”

It’d been about a week since the incident, you and Ollie laying low for the first few days, then slowly getting back on social media. Ollie had reassured you that everything was going to be okay, which it was. After it wasn’t a sore subject anymore, he suggested a Q&A so people would get to know you a little better. To his surprise, you said yes. So here you were, sat in front of his camera.

“Hey guys! This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Today we’ll be answering some of your guys’ questions.” He turned to you and wrapped his arm around you, giving you some support.

“Hi.” You’d felt a little anxious, since you never had been much of a vlogger or a YouTuber, so it was all new territory for you. You started reading the comments to yourself, and to your surprise they were actually really nice. You’d heard horror stories of drivers’ girlfriends getting death threats and whatnot.

Wait she’s actually really pretty

Aww they’re so cute!!!! 🥰🥰

#imgonnabealoneforever

I love your hair!!!

The way he looks at herrrrrrr. God 😭🥹

If he looked at me like that i’d melt on the spot ngl

You giggled at some of the comments, letting Ollie take the reins as he answered questions about him in the Ferrari Academy. You got more comfortable as you listened to him talk about driving, as some of the questions veered towards your guys’ relationship.

how long have you guys known each other?

First date storytime!!!! please!!!!

One question in particular caught your eye: Why did you hide your relationship for so long?

“Honestly, it was Ollie,” You answered honestly. “Guess he didn’t want me revealing his deepest darkest secrets during parties and events. I get chatty when I’m nervous,” You explained.

“No,” He said, hugging you closer to him. “Just didn’t want the press getting to you, love.” He placed a kiss on your temple

do you have a job/career? If so what is it??? <3

“Oh, well actually, I’m in school right now, but I’m aiming to be an engineer.”

“My smart girl!” He said, pinching your cheek.

“Ow.” You said, swatting his hand away. You chuckled at him, smiling at him.

You both answered a few more questions, laughing and making fun of each other until you both stopped and read the same one:

just curious, r u guys thinking long term? I love u guys btw!!!

“Oh, um,” You looked over at Ollie, seeing how he was going to answer the question. He did the same.

“I think so. I really like her, so-”

“Actually, I kinda hate you, baby. I forgot to tell you.” You joked.

You guys said good-bye to the fans and ended the livestream and decided to watch a movie.

You were laying with Ollie on the couch. For some reason you’d still felt guilty about what happened.

��You okay? You’re so tense all of a sudden.”

“I’m sorry about the whole livestream situation, honey,” The words came out on their own. “I know you didn’t want our relationship to come out like that.” You said, looking up at him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay my love. I know it was an accident. No need to apologize,” He leaned forward and kissed you on the forehead.

You looked back at the screen, feeling the stress leaving your body.

“Honey?”

“Hmm?”

“What were you looking for, anyway?”

“Oh, um, you’ll find out soon enough."

#fanfiction #formual 1 #formula 2 #ollie bearman #oliver bearman #ferarri #formula one #prema racing #ferrari academy #carlos sainz f1 #charles leclerc #arthurleclerc

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coeluvr · 4 months

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What would the ROs jobs be in the a modern au?

I change my mind every 2 days but here:

Fadiya : Vet/Pediatrician/Baker (all of those sunshine babygirl jobs)

Helios : Nepo baby (it's a full time job!! /j)

Hunter : Chef? Security Guard? (I think they change jobs every few years for the fun of it. Probably rich ngl because wtf.)

Soarine : Lawyer/Model/News Anchor (I just think she would thrive in the spotlight leave me alone /lh)

Vincent : Architect/Photographer (his 😐 is the same in every universe)

#coe answers #coaaf if: fadiya #coaaf if: helios #coaaf if: hunter #coaaf if: soarine #coaaf if: vincent

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claymorexpunisher · 11 months

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Outta the Spotlight (18+ One-Shot)

Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Pairing(s): Roman Reigns/Male Reader

Summary: M!Reader has debuted in the main roster alongside Roman and the two of them decide to hang back and test out the ring's durability while everyone else has gone home.

Tags/TWs: 18+, established relationship, oral sex, anal sex, consensual sex, sex in public, soft!Ro. (But also, filth.)

Word Count: 1,405

All was quiet at the KFC Yum! Center in Louisville, Kentucky once the lights were turned off and everyone went home. My boyfriend Roman and I decided to hang back for a little while longer to take in the silence and let tonight’s events soak in. The Smackdown roster had an extra night here in Louisville, so the crew didn’t bother themselves with dismantling the set. So Roman and I made our way towards it, and we sat side by side on the apron.

Tonight, I debuted on the main roster, on Smackdown alongside Roman as his new right-hand man now that his cousins had all gone rogue. It was pretty well known in the industry that we were a couple. So, there definitely had been a ton of speculation amongst talent and fans alike, about whether or not I would debut and help my man out. Possibly to try to help and smooth things out between The Bloodline.

“Ro? Did you ever think things would turn out this way? The two of us workin’ together?” I tilted my head as I asked the slightly timid question. I couldn’t help it. Among all of the positive rumblings about everything I had accomplished so far in my wrestling career, there were also the shitty rumblings. The people who thought that I wasn’t even remotely ready to make it into a massive stage like WWE. That I wasn’t ready to be alongside someone of Roman’s caliber or to come into such an established and intricately put together storyline. I wasn’t jealous of my boyfriend and all of his success. On the contrary, I couldn’t be prouder of all that he’s accomplished along with his cousins. But it’d be a bold-faced lie if I said I wasn’t the least bit intimidated.

I watched a contemplative look pass over Roman’s brown eyes. We shifted our gazes straight ahead toward the empty seats. Looking out into the expansive stands, it was almost as if I could hear the cheers and applause and the sounds of shock and pure elation from the fans all over again. And there was no doubt in my mind that Roman was also replaying tonight’s events in his head as he took a couple seconds to answer my question. But when he did, I heard a smile suddenly light up his tone, causing me to smile as well.

“Course,” Roman nodded confidently. “we’re too damn good together in every possible way for things not to end up this way. But even without all that, you deserved this moment. You’ve worked your ass off… but I know why you’re asking and baby- Imma tell you right now- don’t worry about the haters. Alright? You’re exactly where you need to be. You hear me?” Roman said as he reached out to tenderly graze his knuckles against my chin. His gaze bore into mine and I bit my lip softly. It didn’t even surprise me anymore whenever he just knew what I was thinking.

“I hear you.” I whispered softly and nodded before my lips puckered, silently asking for a kiss. Roman chuckled but he complied without a second’s hesitation. We sat there on the ring apron, our tongue slowly tasting… searching… my hands slid underneath roman’s hoodie and I moaned softly as my fingers touched warm skin and firm muscle. Goosebumps tingled throughout my body as Roman’s muffled moans vibrated against my tongue. The flashlights on our phones bathed the dark and desolate arena in a wash of white light. We couldn’t see anything past what was directly in front of us, but it was still somehow perfect.

“You tryna start somethin’, baby?” Roman murmured. I could feel him smirking as his lips and tongue trailed along my cheek, along my ear, then down to my neck.

I let out a short laugh, the sound getting cut off as Roman’s teeth and tongue grazed over a sensitive part of my neck.

“I’m not.” I said in a poor excuse for an innocent tone “… But since you brought it up.” Our whispered voices and light laughter seemed to carry throughout the empty building, and I extricated myself from Roman then I stood up on the apron and made my way into the ring guided by the light on our phones.

We resumed kissing as Roman hauled me onto the top turnbuckle, bringing us at eye level with each other. I wound my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me as my cock woke up, begging for Roman’s attention. Realizing where this was headed, a thought rose up in my head.

“Think anyone’s fucked in a wrestling ring before?” I panted as Roman’s hands made quick work of unbuckling my belt and slipped inside my boxers to take my hardening cock out. I groaned as Roman spread the beading precum around the head of my cock and his firm grip gave me electric tingles up and down my spine. I held tight to the ropes next to me as he began to pump his hand up and down.

“I dunno. But if no one has, I know we’re about to change that. Aren’t we?” Roman said and he smirked as he then bent forward to bring my cock into his mouth. The delicious wet heat that wrapped around me effectively cut off any other thought in my head and I brought one hand over the back of Roman’s head. His head bobbed, his tongue swirled, and lewd slurping sounds could be heard throughout the starkly quiet arena. We got each other off with our mouths until we couldn’t take the anticipation any longer and Roman gripped my hips to get me off the turnbuckle. We didn’t bother removing our clothes fully, too fervent and frenzied to care.

I held onto the ropes, resting my temple on one of the buckles as I looked over my shoulder at Roman. I moaned as I watched him stroke himself for a moment before he let some of his spit drizzle down onto my hole and his fingers opened me up slowly, carefully. Despite his care, the second he entered me, I shut my eyes tightly and cursed at the burning stretch. My muscles tensed until Roman reached around to grip my cock once again, giving it firm strokes. I let out another curse, but this time it was in pure ecstasy as the burning ache was slowly transforming into total pleasure. Roman’s moans as if he never felt anything better in his life than being inside of me egged me on too, and before I knew it, I was meeting his thrusts using the ropes as leverage.

“Shit! Fuck yeah, baby… you like that? You okay?” Roman breathed against my ear, taking my earlobe into his mouth as he continued to stroke my cock, making me see the entire solar system behind my closed eyelids. His warm skin pressed against mine and I moaned at the skin-to-skin contact. I nodded frantically, unable to form words as I slowly felt my balls begin to tighten signaling my release.

“C-come with me… please…” I stuttered. I whimpered as Roman’s fingers dug into my hip as his other hand continued to bring me closer and closer to the edge. I could hear that he was close as his breath hitched more and more with every thrust of his hips. I heard him let out a winded chuckle. No doubt he was enjoying this out-of-character attitude I was displaying just for him.

We couldn’t see anything past what was directly around us. But somehow, it was all still absolutely perfect.

“I fuckin love you so much, baby. You want me to come inside you? Huh? Tell me- talk to me, baby. Tell me how much you want.” Roman whispered in my ear, grunting as my walls squeezed him tight in response.

“I want it, I want it. Please, Ro…” I babbled in response.

After we came down from our highs, we took a look and laughed at the wet spots I left on the buckle and we got to work, finding cleaning supplies to clean up as best we could before we left for the hotel.

“We should do that again…” I said as Roman drove.

He gave me a side eye, and he didn’t give me a verbal answer. But I didn’t miss the coy smirk filled with promise playing on his lips.

#roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns x male reader #roman reigns smut #wwe smut #wwe fic #wrestling smut #roman reigns

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deathbxnny · 27 days

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Alright, I've finally found the time to write the second part to "No Happy Endings" for my dear Flower Anon! This one is very dark, so please read the content tags, before reading the one-shot!!!

(Part one)

Content: CW!VAGUE SMALL MENTIONS OF MURDER, DECAPITATION, Potential ooc Arlecchino?, heavy angst, hurt/no comfort, small mention of depression/suicidal ideation, blood, gaslighting

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

《And he imagined you with him. (Lyney x Reader)》

"Do you understand the point of this mission, Lyney?"

It was a simple question.

One, that on any other day, could've easily been answered with a single word. But ever since you've disappeared over two weeks ago, Lyney found himself at a loss for an answer. He shifted on his feet, tongue wetting his chapped lips, before he hummed weakly and nodded. None of his usual bravado or confidence in sight.

"Ofcourse, Father."

He winced ever so slightly at the absolute pathetic stutter in his tone. Why did he even bother replying at all? There was no point in hiding his true feelings, not that he could have. They were engraved in his sleep deprived and pale face.

But Arlecchino decided to play along with his lies. Something he'd come to regret until he took his last breath.

"I knew you did, ofcourse... but just in case you dared to forget one day, let me give you a reminder you'll forever remember."

Lyney raised his head for the first time since he and his siblings were asked to meet the Harbinger in this dim, dark room. He felt a slight shiver run up his spine at the cold and unimpressed gaze that met his unsure one, his body stiff and painfully tense. His siblings on each side of him didn't move a singular muscle, perhaps out of fear of getting her attention next. And for once, he deeply wished to be out of the spotlight.

Arlecchino slowly raised her hand, before placing it on top of a box. Had it always been there? He didn't remember, the room suddenly feeling so suffocating and warm. Sweat rolled down his forehead, as he chose to ignore the worried glances that Freminet and Lynette gave him.

He knew that it was painfully obvious that something was wrong with him, and yet, he still wanted to keep up the facade desperately. It was a matter of survival at this point. And it made him wonder in that moment what had brought him to this point again.

It was still you, ofcourse. It was always you. Ever since that night, he had ro regretfully reject you.

In the agony that filled him over the last few weeks without you, he had begun becoming very sloppy and clumsy with everything he did. He was completely out of it, practically spiraling head first into a deep hole he didn't want to crawl out of anymore. He just wished to know where you were.

He hadn't slept properly in forever. He couldn't keep food down. He saw you in every mirror, in every reflection. He heard your laughs in the sound of birds chirping in early mornings, heard your stories in his wild, hazy dreams of your ever fading figure.

Every was just you. But you were nowhere to be found.

He had tried finding you after that night, he really did. And yet, no one knew of your whereabouts. You had disappeared overnight, your home empty and vacant, no trace of you, despite everything still being in place. It's like you never even went home after the ball to begin with.

Deep down, especially now, he knew what had happened to you. He could see it replaying in his Father's eyes, perhaps even see the blood dripping off her sharp talons that seemed to dig into the lid of the box in silent anger that not even she could conceal. But he still chose to dream.

He chose to believe that you had simply left the country, like the rumors told him you did. He imagined you laying in the bright fields of Mondstadt, the wind blowing through your clothes and hair, as you sung beautiful memories. He imagined you traversing through the vast and empty Sahara of Sumeru, eyes squinting against the scorching sun. He imagined you drinking tea in Liyue harbor, your eyes gazing out longingly into the distance as the sun set over the ocean. He imagined you visiting a Shrine in Inazuma, the Sakura trees swaying in the wind as you rested against them.

And finally, he imagined you in Snezhnaya with him, your hands intertwined, a golden band on each of your fingers. He imagined you doing all of those things with him, just like you always told him you wanted to. He loved it when he heard you speak of your future with him always in mind. It gave him the feeling of having a choice for once.

Even if it was all crushed under the Knaves heel now.

"Father, I-" "-Open the box, Lyney." Arlecchino slid it towards him, uncaring now if the blood that poured through the thin cardboard drenched the wood below. Said young man felt Freminet step behind him ever so slightly, Lynette practically not breathing anymore once she realised what was going on. The terror and disbelief that filled the air was palpable.

"Father, you didn't..." Lynette was at a loss for words, not knowing what exactly she was accusing the woman of. Or perhaps she didn't want to believe it. Freminet gripped onto Lyney's vest, his hand shaking as he gulped weakly, when Arlecchino sighed and shook her head in utter disappointment from where she sat.

"I can't believe that such a simple distraction made you all stray so far from what you are really here for. Especially you, Lyney. Didn't you want to take my place one day?" No. No, he didn't. Not anymore. He wanted to die more than anything. Melt into a puddle at her feet and hopefully merge with the blood that dripped off the table onto the floor. "Prove to me that you meant it. Prove to me that you understood our mission. Because this-" She tapped a sharp claw against the lid, her head resting against her palm as though she was bored. As though she wasn't completely destroying whatever was left of his heart and soul. "-should've never made me have to do this. It's your fault, and you have to fix this now."

He hated the way she spoke to him. He felt like a child being scolded. He knew she was trying to twist his mind and reattach the strings you had cut with your love for him. And yet, he realised that it didn't even matter anymore. The quicker he got done with all of this, the quicker he could see you again. He despised how that actually filled him with slight relief. He had truly completely and utterly given up on everything. And Lynette was the first to notice, as she shook her head and whispered for him to not do it. To not do this to them, to himself.

But Lyney just pried himself free from their grasp, stepping forward, a calm smile finding his face. "Ofcourse, you're right, Father. As always." "Lyney, no, please-" "-We've angered Father enough already." The young man uttered nearly sternly before his hand took Arlecchino's place, his thumb pressing against the underside of the box's lid. And then he paused. His hand was trembling, giving him away. But he couldn't let his last show end like this. His smile stretched wide and painfully when he flipped it open at last, his body taking in a deep, shaky breath.

He had found you at last. And it broke all his dreams with it.

Freminet gagged and turned away, a hand clasping over his mouth. Lynette blinked rapidly, nearly stumbling into a seat behind her, practically close to passing out. And Lyney? Oh, how he crumbled. He couldn't take it. He couldn't take the sight of your head resting in this small box, the disrespect making him sick with anger and disbelief. His hands slapped against the table, as he leaned over it, shoulders trembling when he finally began crying pathetically. It hurt. Everything hurt.

And the malice and spite became even clearer when he noticed the rainbow rose that was placed behind your ear. Just the way he used to do it.

He burned with fury, the flames reaching high and wide, spreading into every part of his body, until he met his Father's unimpressed gaze at last through his blurry sight. He hated her. He hated everything. Why did she do this to him? Why couldn't she just have threatened you to leave the country? Why? He had so much to say, so much to scream at her, but all that came out of him were gasps for air and uncontrollable sobs.

Arlecchino hummed in approval at the broken state of all of her dear children, before she stood up, having achieved her disciplinary goals for the night. She didn't spare them a glance anymore, as she passed by them, knowing she had gotten the point across loud and clear. Lyney slid to his knees, unable to bear any of it anymore.

"I hope, my reminder will be enough to return you all to the right path. Fountaine will thank you for your pain." She said, closing the door behind her on her way out of the room, a satisfied smile on her lips at the sound of well-deserved agony.

It was all for the greater good in the end, after all.

Okay! This one was admittedly a bit difficult to write, but I hope you liked it anyway, Flower Anon! I'm always super thankful for your great request!!!<33

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🌑 • ° ` — “UNDER THE BLUE MOONLIGHT”

-> PAIRINGS: Gojo Satoru × f!Y/N -> SUMMARY: Gojo Satoru, a teacher who sees someone beautiful just like any goddess at a bakery, sees them again by the seashore. Will this 2nd encounter of theirs lead to something more? -> WORD COUNT: 2.8k+ -> CONTAINS: only fluff, gojo is being soft, name calling (e.g princess, honey, etc...), & reader is 28 while Gojo is 30. -> A/N: if u guys don’t know, “the moon is beautiful” means “i love you” :)).

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It is now 11:21PM, and you still can’t sleep. Only 39 minutes left until midnight. So you decide to get up and go outside for fresh air, heading to the ocean just a kilometer away from your house.

It was a fresh, and quiet walk. No disturbances, no other sounds can be heard other than your own footsteps. The air was refreshing, giving you chills even if you’re wearing your favorite hoodie.

You sigh in relief, sitting down the smooth sand, letting the air fly through your face. It was all quiet and warm, until a certain someone disturbed your silence.

“Oh, there’s a human here too, huh? Good to know.” You heard a medium deep voice just behind you, looking up to see a man staring down at you with his blue ocean-like eyes.

You stared into his eyes in silent, waiting for those eyes to blink. It was warm, but now that this guy is here, the atmosphere turned cold and awkward.

Those blue ocean-like eyes that have been staring down at you for a good 5-7 minutes has now turned it’s gaze somewhere else, shining more and more.

“Oh look, the moonlight’s quite pretty this time, huh?” He said cheerfully, looking at it with delight and calm in his eyes. You looked at it too.

“You’ve been here before?” You asked, still staring at the moon, it’s light looks like a spotlight just shining for the two of you.

“Yeah. Like every single day for a good old 3 years. I hardly sleep.” He says it with a small chuckle, making you look up at his adoring smile.

“You?” He asks, now looking back at you. But this time, he decides to sit down beside you, only 3 inches away from you.

“Just moved here last week.” You say, feeling embarrassed over the realization that you have been staring at his eyes for quite too long.

“It’s fine, I get that a lot.” He says that with a chuckle, now lasting long than the first and short one.

“Especially when you have been staring at them the first second I came here.” He says, his eyes now looking deep into yours.

“I’m sorry. They were just so beautiful..” You blurted out, feeling the warmth in your cheeks growing warmer by the second.

“Hmm, which is more beautiful, the moonlight, or my eyes?” The man asks, putting a finger under his chin as if to pretend he was thinking.

“They both look the same. Cold, but beautiful.” You reply truthfully, slowly falling into a trance, staring yet again into his handsome blue ocean-like eyes.

“Haha, you’re funny! I like you.” He says, but only whispered the 3 last words, yet you still heard it. You payed no attention to it though, only to his eyes.

“Hey, think we can exchange numbers?” He says, poking your cheek, now pulling you back to reality.

“...Sure.” You said, taking his phone from his hand, typing in your phone number.

“Pfft, I’ll be sure to text you every day.” He says, now standing up.

“It’s almost 12:00AM. I gotta go try and sleep, see you tomorrow!” He waves you goodbye, now running off. You hadn’t realized it yet, but you have been staring for quite too long at the direction he ran off to, never getting the chance to return his goodbye.

“See you tomorrow..” You mumble, clutching your hands together, heart beating fast.

You’re now walking home, thinking back of your past experiences with this thing called ‘love’. It never worked out with you though. You’ve gone on multiple blind dates and yet, no one can ever make you feel this way, the way you were feeling with the man just a while ago.

You don’t notice, but you’re already near your home, mind roaming somewhere else. Or perhaps a certain someone.

What was his name? How old was he? What was his job? Which street did he live in? Did he say anything about himself? Did he say anything about me? Thoughts like that running through your head right now.

You’ve now reached your home, flopping to your bed. You can’t forget the blue ocean-like eyes you’ve seen just a few minutes ago. Those eyes that have been staring to yours deeply and intently.

You start to feel sleepy, rubbing your eyes, until you received a text message from a certain someone.

+81-****-****: Yo! Me: Who’s this? +81-****-****: It’s me, the guy whose eyes you were staring at on the beach! Me: Oh.. What’s ur name? +81-****-****: I’m Gojo Satoru! What about u? Me: Y/N L/N +81-****-****: Wooww~~ That fits well for a pretty lady like u! Me: Don’t flatter me. What do u need? +81-****-****: Hehe, glad to know I flattered you! Anw, I’m just rlly bored so I was thinking.. Me: ...u were thinking...? +81-****-****: why don’t we meet up tmr, but earlier, maybe 7pm, on the beach, same spot Me: That sounds nice +81-****-****: Ikr! See you there!!~💓

“Gojo Satoru...” You mumble, dropping your phone to your side facepalming with the way you feel your cheeks burn.

You then remembered that you should change his contact name so that you won't be confused the next time.

“Hmm..” You let out a noise, so deep in thought, not knowing what to call him.

“I’ll just call him Gojo...” You muttered under your breath, typing down his name, unconsciously adding a heart next to it.

You feel the sleep consume you in, so you decide to close your eyes, and wait whatever happens next or first thing you wake up.

~~~~~

It’s 10:00AM but who cares? It’s a Saturday anyway. You wanted to sleep more, but a notification disrupts it.

Gojo❤: Heyy, hope ur awake! Wanna grab lunch tgt? Me: Nty I wanna sleep again Gojo❤: Aww~ someone couldn’t sleep thinking abt me! Me: no I wasn’t, besides, it was already 12am when I came back home.. Gojo❤: oh yh, last night. I kept thinking abt that too. Think we can do that again? Me: ...it’s not impossible Gojo❤: I’ll take that as a yes! See u later 7pm ok? Can’t wait!

Your heart beats faster, thinking that this might be it. He might be the one. The one person that would never hurt you. That would only love you more than you’ve ever loved someone.

And with your heart beating this fast, you find it impossible to go back to sleep now.

You change your clothes, hurrying and excited to go out of your home, and meet the one and only Gojo Satoru waiting at your doorstep.

It was only for the last 10 minutes that you texted him you’d accept his lunch proposal with your address, and now, he replied back, saying he’s outside your doorstep.

“Well, that took long. Did you get all dolled up for me?” He says as soon as you stepped out of your house.

“How’d you get here for just 10 minutes?” You ask, putting on your sandals.

“I just live 5 streets away. Plus, I couldn’t wait to eat out with you, you know?” He says smiling, leaning his head closer to yours, pulling your chin up to look at his blue ocean-like eyes covered in black circular sunglasses with his finger.

“T-Then what are you waiting for... Let's go.” You replied stuttering, hesitating to look away from those blue ocean-like eyes.

“Sure thing, princess.” He winks at you, opening his car door for you to get in the passenger’s front seat like any other gentlemen would do.

You hop on, as he gets on his seat too, and starts driving. You roll your window down, air coming inside the car as you let your face out, smiling at how the cold breeze hits your face.

“Love the air, huh? We didn’t even introduce ourselves properly and yet here we are, going out on a lunch date.” He says, chuckling.

“...L-Lunch date?” You question, slowly becoming a blushing mess.

“Wha- Oh my god please don’t tell me you actually think I’m being friendly here? No. Of course I’m not. As hilarious as this may sound, I’m taking you out on a date and I don’t care if all I know about you is your name.” He says, rambling true words out, not realizing that he’s now turned you into a blushing mess.

“W-W-Wha-” You couldn’t find the right words to say, you never could. The words that just came out of the man’s mouth may be informal and not gentleman-like to ask someone out, but no one, not even your exes has ever made you feel this way just by simple words.

“Haa... Let's just talk about this once we reach the restaurant..” Gojo says, sighing as if he’s disappointed that you’re so oblivious over the obvious fact that he likes you.

An hour has passed by, since this so-called restaurant is so far away, and you’ve now arrived in this fancy expensive looking restaurant, that actually made you stop in your tracks and look above to see it’s mesmerizing 20+ floors.

“Pretty I know. That’s why I’m taking you here to have a good time so stop wandering and let's go inside.” He says, now reaching for your hand and intertwine it with his own, going inside the restaurant hand by hand.

He reaches out a seat and pulls it out, guiding you to sit on it as you stare at him sitting on his own too.

Not even a minute after you’ve sat, a waiter already goes and gives you a menu to start looking at the foods you fancy.

But instead of you looking for foods to eat, you stare at the price of each food, and all of them literally cost $100+.

“U-Um.. I’m too broke for this...” You said, looking at Gojo who you see that have been staring at you for quite a while.

“Who says you’re paying?” The grin that he was wearing a while ago only grew wider as he sees your eyes widen.

“Y-You’ll pay? But all of this... are so expensive...” You say, pointing at the menu.

“Oh honey, you don’t know my job yet, do you? Well, I’ll tell you. I’m a teacher. But not just any ordinary teacher, I teach kids with... Hmm, let’s just say with abilities.” He says, pointing at the menu too as to say that ‘my salary can afford the whole menu’.

You were about to reply back, when the waiter interrupts and take your menus and orders.

You ordered (your favorite lunch food), while Gojo ordered a steak with pasta.

The both of you enjoyed your meals, that you have forgotten to question what did he mean with ‘abilities’. The both of you talked about random things, like what are your hobbies, what are you favorites, what do you do in your break time, and etc...

The both of you doesn't realize it yet, but you both have gotten closer and spent literally 2 hours in the restaurant, ordering multiple varieties of foods.

You check on your phone, and saw that it was already 2:00PM and you still had some assignments to finish. Gojo volunteered to drive you home, and so he did. But the twist was, he stayed inside your house until it was 7PM, his reason being ‘I'm bored’.

~~~~~

You both unfortunately fell asleep, so the plan of going to the beach on 7PM didn't work out.

“Well damn, guess the foods drained both of our energy instead. Oh well, let's just do this another time then, huh?” He says, stretching the sleep off of his limbs and headed for the door. But before he left, he looked back at you and winked.

You saw that of course, heart beating so fast, cheeks so hot, body trembling. You knew you were falling in love with him. Falling really hard.

~~~~~

Months has passed, and the both of you got busier and busier, since it's now the turn of summer to come by. You don't know what made him busier in summer, but you know why you're so busy, just by looking at the crowd in front of you, lining up to buy some bread.

You sigh tiredly, forcing the sleep out of your eyes or else your boss will scold at you for getting a latte order wrong.

These past few months, your busy life was starting to get worse and worse, your headaches have been frequent, and your coughs have gotten worse.

You might actually think you're dying at this point.

But one day, as soon as you've closed the bakery, you spotted a certain white head in front of the bakery.

“Yo! Been busy?” He asked, walking towards you and taking your bag out of your hands, leading you to his new expensive shiny car.

You were quite dazed at his sudden new appearance, that looks more like a uniform, with his black blindfold on too, and not his usual black circular sunglases.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, getting comfortable on the front seat and waiting for him to sit comfortably on his seat too.

“Nothing, just missed you, you know? I know we've been chatting and calling each other every day, but still, it feels different when you're right here beside me.” He says, starting the engine and drive.

“Well, can't blame you, we both have been busy with our personal lives anyway.” You said, looking out at your side of the window. You didn't even bother to ask how he can drive or see the road with a blindfold on, you just know and trust that he's gonna bring you back home safely.

“Still, I still miss you.” He replies, and you can feel him pouting without even looking at him.

“Pfft, stop saying it like we're lovers or something.” You chuckled, trying to force these butterflies in your stomach out.

“What if I do want us to be one?” He asks, and both of you fell silent all throughout the ride. You didn't know what to say, more so what to react. You're feeling mixed feelings right now, feelings that you can never interpret.

You don't realize it, but he brought you somewhere else other than your house, since that's where you're thinking he's gonna drop you off.

He brought the both of you back to the beach, to where you both first met each other.

“Why bring me here?” You ask, looking up at him curiously.

“I wanted to tell you a story I heard from one of my students.” He said, taking off his blindfold, blue eyes sparkling under the moonlight.

“...What was the story?” You ask, forcing yourself to look away from those eyes again, sitting down as you feel that this story will take long. Gojo does sit down too, 3 inches away from you again.

“The story started off with a woman who went to the beach, sitting down on the sand, to clear out her thoughts, and just to relax. She sang a beautiful song, just like of a siren's, but with kind intentions. Just then, the man behind her whispered under his breath, ‘she looks beautiful’. But the woman heard his whisper, looking up behind her, whispering a ‘thank you’ to the man, whilst the moonlight's color change into blue. The blue color was beautiful, as it matched the ocean, the clothes, and the eyes of the woman. The man had never seen someone just as beautiful as a goddess, dazed at the mesmerizing scene in front of him. He realize that this certain woman was the same woman he saw at a bakery, the same woman that looked up at him with those adoring eyes. And so, the night goes on, with the both of them staring up at the moon, while the woman's head laid down on the man's left shoulder.” Gojo ended the short story, but you believe that there was more to it than just that.

“What was the title of the story?” You asked, not realizing you have been doing the same, laying your head on Gojo's left shoulder.

You also realize that the ‘story his students told him’ resembles the both of you a lot. Reminding you of your encounter of a certain white haired man with black circular sunglasses back at the bakery you worked at.

“Under the blue moonlight.” He answered, whispering and smiling oh so softly, with his eyes looking at you with full adoration. You stared deep into his eyes, realizing that it slowly resembles a blue moonlight.

The both of you stared at each other for a while, but it soon ended as Gojo looked up and asked,

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?” Your eyes widen, face blushing.

“I-It is.” You answered, his smile growing wide while intertwining both your hands together.

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