#harassment towards said ex

[rinbowaman]

Bad Boy

Warnings: reader experiences sexual harassment/potential assault from an unnamed ex-bc, rough smut, smut with a stranger, implied creampie, breeding kink…

Who is the bad boy? 😏

She’s a good girl, crazy about Elvis. Loves horses, and her boyfriend too…

I’m a bad boy…for breaking her heart.

Tonight was the night when the major football game took place. It was a make it or break it moment for your college football team as the game would dictate and highlight the most select players to be drafted for professional football. You and your friends joined up and gathered around the best set of bleachers. You had to. Your boyfriend was the team's quarterback and you had to be in the front row to cheer him on.

Things had been edgy between you two. The ongoing arguments were likely a result of the stress of tonight’s game and finals combined. It was more arduous for him, as he was in his final year of college, whereas you had just barely begun. Still, the hardship of maintaining a relationship and your grades wasn’t easy, regardless that you were a newbie to campus.

The score was close, yet in the end, your boyfriends team emerged victorious and earned their way towards a bright future.

He drives you back to your dorm, where both your friends would meet up for some drinks, or so you thought.

“Let’s hang tight and have some one-on -one time after everyone leaves.” He tells you. You felt a bit uneasy, considering he was giving you that look when you both had barely spoken to each other.

Left alone with him on the bleachers, you started the conversation, trying to establish closure.

“Look, I’m sorry about the fights. I know we haven’t really spoken much, and only made up yesterday but I want you to know I am very proud of you.”

He looks over but doesn’t make any effort to converse back, instead he hums a hollow tune as he begins to pull the sleeves of your dress downward. “Wait! What are you—“

He doesn’t even make eye contact, instead he becomes rather forceful in all the wrong ways. “Come on you like it when I’m rough.”

You used to…

Back before the arguments, you used to dig the idea of your boyfriend tossing you around and going all in like a Viking while you took it. But this time was different, you didn’t really feel that strongly for him anymore. It was something you wanted to refrain from bringing up until later, but now seemed to be the time to let him know that…

“I think we should break up…”

“What?”

“I…I know about what you did with…with her.”

Yeah. Maintaining a relationship is hard when you’re studying and trying to earn top grades. But it’s a lot harder when rumors of your boyfriend's infidelity becomes a popularized topic among your peers. To make the wound deep was that it was with your best friend that he was conducting the affair with. Last night, you saw the photos on her phone after she passed out, and as angry as you were, you didn’t have the heart to force any type of drama until after the big game.

“Okay…so I slept with her a few times. But I promise it was only during your periods.”

You shot a scorned look. “I saw the dates in the pictures.” Hinting at the timeline not meeting up, he sighed as he continued while you did your best to shove him off.

“Stop…I said stop!”

You began shouting when suddenly, a popping sensation stung your cheek. You were shocked as you realized he had just slapped you, but it didn’t become reality until the tangy taste of blood dripped from your lip.

He pushes you down and takes advantage of your short floral dress, and positions himself in between your legs as he rushes to undo his belt. You yell out and flare a series of kicks as you try to get away, yet he overpowers your attempts as he pins his weight down on your body. Plastering the sides of your face with his kisses, you shove and sneered away as you continued with your attempts, though it was all futile. Exhaustion begins to take over and you sense the horrifying loss as you feel the tip of his member poking your inner thigh as he tears your panties.

Suddenly…

“What the—“

The weight of his frame is lifted so abruptly off you as you face forward and gain a clear vision of what was going on.

“Get the fuck ou—“

The sound of your boyfriend's voice is halted still and shut as you hear the audio smack of knuckle meeting his jaw, or perhaps it was his cheek. It happened so fast that you couldn’t make out the difference, all you know was that you saw the one that conducted the deed.

Flinging him off as if your boyfriend was a ragdoll, you watched as the strong arms of your savior become tender as he leans forward and kneels, presenting you a hand. He doesn’t say a word, instead he nods as he implies for you to take it. He pulls you back up on your own two feet, and rushes you under his arm while he takes you back to his car nearby. The slight bit of cigarette smoke and the musk of his cologne mixed together impaled your nostrils as he opened the door and tucks you in the front passenger seat.

You recognized him. He was in the same year as your boyfriend…or former boyfriend actually. He was somewhat of an outcast, not one that you ever really conversed with though you normally spotted him hanging out at the bleachers smoking and joking with his equally delinquent friends. Dressed in jeans, a fitted tee with a flannel over shirt left unbuttoned, it was obvious that he wasn’t dressing to impress anyone.

He starts the old steel vehicle and drives off. Once he hit the main road, he finally spoke.

“Where’s your dorm? I’ll take you there.”

You shook your head as you started to sob once more, only quietly this time. Fingering the shredded tatters of your dress, you hang your head low as the silky strands drape over, hiding your face. “Please…just take me to the airport. I can’t be here….everyone is at my dorm and I don’t want to see anyone…I just want to go back to my home.”

He doesn’t say a word. The sound of the steering wheel turning left, then right, was all the noise that filled the entire car ride until finally he puts it in park.

He really took you to the airport?

“Come on.” He sighs as he hops out and opens the door for you.

“This…where are we?”

“We’re in my frat home.”

“F-frat? You’re a part of a fraternity?” Your surprised tone causes him to smirk as he walks you to the front door. “Yeah, I know.” He nods, already aware of the presumptive appeal that is otherwise an irony. “I’m a bad boy, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

You’re not sure what made you even more confused, the fact that the college delinquent belonged to a frat or that he actually earned decent grades and was a promising student.

He walks you to his room quietly as he fixes the bed. “You sleep here.” Grabbing onto a spare comforter, he makes his own little nest on the small loveseat on the opposite end. You felt so humbled at the fact that the man was willing to lend you his bed while he prepared to sleep on such a small couch, considering his height and stature.

“Thank you…but I really don’t want to inconvenience you. I feel a lot better now, I think I should leave you alone. I don’t want to be trouble and get you involved—“

“I want to be involved.” His tone was deep and somewhat hoarse as he smiles, switching his gaze down to the floor before making their way back to you. “I’ve been wanting to get involved ever since I first saw you at the bleachers…when you came for orientation.”

His confession made your heart melt as you raised your eyebrows with peak interest. “Y-you did?”

He nods. It never occurred to you that you would catch the eye of a delinquent, just like you never realized that closeup, the man was actually quite handsome.

His lengthy strands delicately framed his brows as he steps closer.

“I…” he begins before taking a slight pause. “I can turn your night around…and do it the right way, unlike that scumbag.” He proposes.

At any other given time, you’re quite sure you would have rejected, regardless how dashing he may have appeared. But with the way he came to your aid and was presenting you the opportunity to consent, your heart faltered. “…show me.” You whispered.

He softly rubs your cheek as he swipes the dried blood from your lip. “It’s going to hurt…and I’m going to fuck you hard…remember, I’m a bad boy. There are no…safe…words…y/n.”

He knew your name.

You felt the tingle ringing in between your legs as he outlined the aggression of his passion and proposal. To hell with soft sex anyhow, you wanted it.

“Please…show me. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give. Just turn this night around.”

He smiles. “Good girl.”

He pulls you in as his strong hands colored your entire body. Finishing what that bastard tried to do earlier, the man before you was a true man as he tore off your dress, but never lost the velocity of his tenderness and passion.

He sucks on your neck as he takes a fistful of your hair and aggressively pulls your head back, only to balance the moment out with him tenderly licking the bite wound. Reaching down, he inserts two of his fingers. They were cold and sharp with the way he injects them, yet immediately warmed up as your walls soothed the shocking temperature and created a beautiful sensation. His coarseness with your silky flesh, mending together as he thrusts his hooks in and out, starting off slow and steady, gradually increasing in tempo.

“Oh….oh my God!….”

“Tell me how good it feels baby…” he whispers as he nibbles on your lobe.

“Mmmph!” You bite down on your lip as you hang on by the clinging grip of his muscular biceps. Lifting your leg, you hook it around his waist as you yearn for more, in which he gladly obliged.

He looped his free hand under your kneecap and propelled you up and back as he slams your body on the bed. He coats your entire body with kisses as his fingers continue to thrive in and out of your womanhood. Finally, he releases his internal hold on you and presents his flick digits to your lips. You took the hint and licked the glistening coating off, until he shoved them into your mouth altogether, inheriting a whole new line of moans from your throat.

The sound of his jeans coming undone slightly echoed as he buries his face into your neck, mumbling against your skin while he tells you how beautiful and delectable you appear underneath him. With the tip of his nose pressed against your cheek, and his lips plastered against yours, he smiles. The stretch of his grin could be felt against your cherry stained pout, igniting a gasp as you felt yourself gush in front of him.

He takes the bold tip of his cock and slowly slides it in. “Ah! Y-you’re too big!”

“Fuck yeah I am.” He whispers rather ferociously as he continues to go in deeper…and deeper.

“I told you…I’m a bad boy…a big…bad…boy.” He grunts in between his words as he presses forward, burying his thunderous rod deep into your walls.

He settled once he was all the way in. “Ready to get fucked girly?”

You eagerly nod as you catch your breath, or try to. The moment he garnished your final consent of the evening, you were down for.

He draws out his length, slowly. As soon as you feel he is about to fully exit, he rams it all back in. Each of his inches swarms back into the cavity, but it didn’t stop there. Pumping it vigorously, he maintains a solid pace as he reaches further and deeper into you. What was this feeling? This sensation? It was mind blowing. Compared to all the instances when you engaged in sexual contact with your ex, none of them had ever amounted to the rage this man was taking out on you. He was massive, rough, hard, but also soft and tender. He was both black and white, your Heaven and Hell. He was…he was….

“I-I…I can’t breathe! Oh God! Please don’t stop fucking me!”

He continues to pump his shaft harshly and tenderly as he stilts himself on his kneecaps and rubs his thumb on your clitoris. In circulation motion, he gives the external stimulation of pleasure to pair with the drumming throb you felt inside.

“That’s it girly, let me fuck you real good. You’re doing so well, you know that?”

His stiff member thrusts in and out repeatedly. His testicular sacks slap into you, staining the under skin of your vaginal opening bright red as he jams into you. Your body absorbs the impact and shifts around. Like a ragdoll, you felt yourself being tossed by the momentum of his thrusts as your body went left, then right, only for him to grab you by the arms, pinning them to your sides as he straightened you back to center and never breaking the pace.

“Na-uh. Gotta stay still for me baby, we’re going to do this the right way…me and you.”

Your eyes remained squinted shut at the immense pleasure that rampaged in between your legs, yet the vagueness of his words caused you to reach for clarification. “The r-right way? Uh!” You gasped out as you felt the pinch of lightning pleasure the moment he flexed inside you.

“Yeah baby…the right way. Gonna turn us into parents—ah! Fuck!…gonna make you mine forever. Whadya say?”

It was careless, risky, and completely irresponsible…but it made it even more dangerously sinful and absolutely pleasurable. At that moment in time, you didn’t care about anything or anyone, you wanted him. All of him.

He pumps faster and harder, causing your breaths to shorten as you gasp for air while moaning your heart out. “Oh my God!”

“Fuck yeah baby.” He gasps as his rhythm increases. The shortness of his breath indicates he was close as his abdominal region moves at an awesome speed, back and forth as he pummeled into you wildly. Sensing that you were close as the squelching grew louder, he bids you to come undone as the knot snaps in your lower gut.

“Cum on it. I want you to cum on me baby.”

You released and let it all go as you felt loss of control in your body. The shakiness lasted for an eternity as you grabbed your own breasts and gripped onto his forearm for dear life.

“Fuck, make me cum baby.” He grits as he plunges one last time, deeper into you than before. A second later you feel the warmth of his seed staining your walls as he collapses against your frame, declaring his honest love as he decorates your face with small kisses. “Stay with me baby. I’ll never let anything happen to you, let me take care of you and be the one.”

It was like cupid’s arrow struck gold. A product of love and passion emerged as you wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him in. Here all along you thought the night was going to end terribly when your ex didn’t take your breakup well, only for it to end blissfully as your savior became the one to do the unexpected. Kissing him, you released as it occurred to you…

“I don’t even know your name…” your voice trembling as you recover your composure from the exploding shot of pleasure that still rhymed within your womanhood, even after he stopped and rested inside.

Riddling a tune, he softly says his name into your ear. His voice came out almost haunting in the most delightful sense as each letter tickled your canal. It was foreign and he exotic, and he knew how to get you to speak it aloud.

“Say it with me baby, S-u-n-ghoon.”

“Sunghoon?”

He paused as he bites his lip. “Oh fuck baby…when you say my name….it just….come here now.”

You feel yourself being dragged down towards him as he plasters baby kisses on your inner thigh. Through the overstimulation that robbed you of your other senses, you allowed him to continue. You would have been a fool to stop him, after all, it was a perfect night to make up for lost time, considering you spent all your life with the good boys. Now that you got a taste of you bad boy, you’re not sure if you ever want to be good again. It’s better to be bad.

#sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon smut #enha smut #enha x reader #enha scenarios #enha drabbles

[royalarchivist]

I haven't said much about the QSMP Admin situation on Royal Archivist because I don't think every issue needs commentary from the peanut gallery, especially since most comments rarely contribute anything meaningful to the wider conversation.

However—

It's very sad seeing how hostile people are being towards each other right now. I know there are a lot of strong emotions and opinions about this issue (understandably– I've been in this situation many times as a freelancer, I Get It) but that does not excuse the behavior I've seen, nor does it excuse the hate, racism, harassment, and xenophobia.

Regardless of your opinion on how well things are being handled right now, and regardless of whether or not you want to step away from the series or continue engaging with it while trusting things will be resolved — harassing fellow fans, ex-admins or current admins, CCs, the French union, etc. doesn't help anyone.

There is NO excuse for spreading hate on behalf of anyone or anything, be it the server, Quackity, the admins, the other workers, or anyone else. This isn't the Crusades; you aren't fighting a holy war in the name of God, you're on social media fighting about a Minecraft series. Put the pitchforks down and take a break.

I'm not gonna get into my opinion on the matter (on here) further than this because like I said, peanut gallery talk and all that, but I've seen how amazing the QSMP community is, and how amazing we can be, I want our community to improve just like I want the server to improve.

Be kinder to each other, and take a break if you need to! It's important for us to be kind to ourselves too. If things are making you extremely distressed, it's better to take a step away from things.

In the wise words of FitMC: when in doubt, log the fuck out!

#mod talk #I posted this to Twitter but I figured I might as well crosspost this since I crosspost everything else #I haven't seen any of that here but I also don't delve into any tags. And I curate my feed ruthlessly #Anyways. Lots of love to the admins #Especially the update account admins y'all are the funniest people ever

[seaslugfanclub]

Hello! I just wanna say I really like your Disney Villain writings, they are funny and really cute! Can I request where the Disney villains are fighting over who is Y/N’s favorite villain? I thought it would be funny

Oooh great idea! This one was so much fun to write! (Can you tell that Honest John’s my favorite?)

No, I’m their favorite!!

————————————

No one knows how the conversation subject was brought up, but it more than ruined the villians weekly poker night. Curses filled the air and sidekicks where used as meat shields.

“I’m easily (Y/N)’s favorite person out of all of us, no- this entire park!! No one is better friends than Gaston!!” The Frenchman boasted, loose hair’s flying around his face. “They regularly compliment my physique, and they sneak me in special hair products!! There’s no room for argument!”

“Oh please frenchie, (Y/N) isn’t as daft as the other cast members. They have taste for more refined gentlemen. Like yours truly.” Captain Hook scoffed, ignoring the glares from the other villians. “Might I remind you how they gifted me the entire trilogy of ‘The History of Piracy’? Or how much they enjoy my culinary skills? They have supper with me every Tuesday.” Hook affirmed, more than confident he had bested the competition.

That was quickly interrupted by a swift *bonk* on Hooks head, Jafar looming over the ex- pirate with his staff in hand.

“While I agree with (Y/N)’s taste, it surely isn’t a cowardly captain.”

“Why you-” Hook started, only to be bonked on the head again.

“Why me? Well that’s easy, I’m a very persuasive individual. I’m able to… ‘charm’ those in upper management to give (Y/N) longer breaks, or keep any unsavory park guests from harassing our dear caretaker. (Y/N) obviously favors someone who makes their job easier.”

“Your joking right? Didn’t I see (Y/N) yell at you for 30 minutes straight because you were eyeing that princess Jasmine?” Hades chimes in, finally deciding to butt into the conversation after watching the other villians argue from the sidelines. Jafar stopped speaking, averting his eyes and mumbling.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought. But c’mon guys, you know it’s ya boy here who’s (Y/N)’s number one pal.” Hades points his thumbs towards himself.

“I was one of the first people here who (Y/N) met, we knew each from day uno. I can’t count the amount of times that they’ve kept my shit-ass sun god of a brother from bugging me. And they even made the most adorable altar for me, with pomegranates and the whole works!!”

“Oh, so gauche. If it wasn’t for my expertise (Y/N) wouldn’t be half as stylish as they are. Not to mention our ‘girls nights’. I’ve opened an entire new world of skincare for them!” Cruella hissed. (Actually remembering she had to pick up (Y/N) that special cream made from horseshoe crabs)

A threadbare glove raised amidst the crowd, Honest John appearing from seemingly nowhere

“Im sorry to disappoint you all, but it’s myself who’s won (Y/N) heart. They’ve fallen for my effortless charm lock, stock, and barrel! I mean, I’ve been their nap partner countless a times, they quite enjoy cozying up to my fur.” John preened, smiling back at the memories of warm afternoons snuggled up next to (Y/N).

“Fur!? Why you little- I’ll skin you-”

“Just wait till (Y/N)-”

The poker room devolved into full out brawl, nearby cast members rushing into the room in attempt to break up the crowd. All the while, in an empty back room (Y/N) was sharing a sandwich with their guest.

“Y’know what, Ratigan?” They said between bites. “Your my best friend.”

The rat stared up at them, finishing his bite,

“…. Ew.”

#self insert #disney villains #disney imagine #disney x reader #disney hades #disney gaston #disney jafar #disney captain hook #captain hook #padraic ratigan #ratigan #honest john #cruella de vil

[ltbarnes]

Back to December (1/2)

Summary: Your new job as an assistant for the CEO of a big, shiny company was supposed to be a good thing. Instead your ex from uni who completely ghosted you out of nowhere several years ago happens to be one of your superiors. It doesn’t help that he’s only gotten more handsome over the years. But you hate him for leaving without an explanation, and he seems to hate you too. Everything is just fucking great.

Pairing: ex!Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: OFFICE AU (Ghost is not ceo but he’s up there in the company somewhere), exes to enemies to lovers, harassment, past emotional violence/threats, ghost was a rugby player in uni lol, blood

A/N: I’m finally dipping my toe into another fandom 🫣 I’ve been obsessed with the cod men for months now so I suppose it’s time. this is the first part of two, maybe three. we’ll see where my imagination takes me!!

Part 2

Masterlist

So many years spent wondering what the hell happened that night, and there he is on the opposite side of the meeting room table gathering his papers into a neat pile. Simon always was organized, you remember.

He hasn't seen you yet. Or maybe he doesn't recognize you. You don't think you have changed that much, but you never know. More as a person than your appearance, you guess.

Maybe that's why you haven't fell down to the floor crying yet—you would have just a few years ago. Seeing your ex-boyfriend for the first time since you were 20 might do that to you.

But you just feel anger. Anger over the fact that Simon has the audacity to have grown into his looks that way, and that he's successful and has this great scruff on his face and that he just left and never said a word to you again. How dare he have a good life when he just abandoned you and your relationship that night all those years ago without giving you a reason for it.

Your new boss clears his throat, sitting down at one of the ridiculously expensive chairs right next to you. You didn't notice him come in, and you certainly haven't gotten used to his intimidating presence yet.

"Garcia, you have about...fifteen minutes to go through your presentation. I have another meeting with Hill soon." Mr. Price pauses to look down at his wrist watch for two seconds in the middle of his sentence, before nodding towards the beautiful redhead standing with a small remote in her hand.

For some reason this company seems to be where models who get tired of their careers come to work. You didn't exactly get that memo. It's only your second day here, and you feel intimidated by everyone. Maybe that's the way an assistant should feel.

"Y/l/n, you keeping notes for me?" Your head tilts up dangerously fast at the mention of your name, taking a few seconds too long to process his request, before nodding obediently.

"Yes, sir."

Your fingers click too loudly against the keys as you frantically try to draw up a document with the correct font and size. It's too quiet in here. You haven't done anything wrong, yet it feels like everyone is waiting for you to misstep. Your anxiety is a bitch.

"Riley. Riley, what the hell?" you hear someone whisper angrily. It's not until you hear a pen clatter to the floor that you dare to look up his way.

Honey brown eyes stare right into your goddamn soul. Your breath hitches, speeding up the pace of your anxiety-ridden heart even further. More than what's acceptable for sitting still in a work meeting. But your momentary weakness over catching his attention soon disappears, to be replaced by your anger again.

You look away with a clenched jaw, focusing on the keyboard right beneath you. Simon is still staring at you. You can feel it. Feels like it always used to do, but this time you don't want it. In your ideal world Simon Riley would not sit opposite you, would not stand up to join the beautiful, model redhead to hold a presentation where he keeps stumbling on his words all the time because of your presence. At least you think it's your presence, but you're not sure if it's in a good or bad way. For you it's bad.

But it does make you feel good that he keeps having these space outs—tripping over his words, forgetting them all together. It is not a good presentation on his part, and Ms. Garcia is getting increasingly more irritated at him for his lack of delivery. You hope she scolds him for it afterward. God knows you would like to throw every curse word you know at the man.

Should you be this angry after all these years? Should you have let it go a long time ago? Should you have stopped acting as if being with another man after him is betrayal? Probably. The last question is probably the answer to why you haven't really moved on from your hurt.

It just makes you so mad—for a year he was your entire world. Simon hugged you from behind each time he encountered you out in public and played with your hair as you fell asleep in his arms and woke you up with his fingers tracing patters on your hip. He fucked you until your bed broke and made love to you so gently you might as well have been made of glass to him. Two weeks from your anniversary he stopped talking to you. Not one thing of his was left in your dorm the next morning, and you didn't see him on campus even once during the term he had left of school. The few friends you had in common didn't talk to you anymore.

It broke your heart, to be abandoned like that. That night was already shit, and Simon just decided to make it ten times worse. You were in shock and all you wanted was his comfort. To find out he had left? You barely made it through that next semester.

For years you have pondered over what part of you was so unlovable that Simon couldn't even bear to say another word to you. Maybe his inability to function properly during this meeting wasn't due to shock, but instead disgust over having to be in the same room as you. Fuck, you are mad, and yet so scared that you have to meet him every single week from now on. You're not strong enough for that.

"That was...something. I expect you to be better prepared next time I see you, Riley," Mr. Price says, clicking his pen while pointing it towards Simon. "Don't know what the fuck that was," he mutters under his breath while rising from his chair.

You follow swiftly. The chair is too loud as it's pushed back. You cringe. Gathering your laptop and your papers is ungraciously done. Price still waits for you though, for some reason, but he sighs and puffs while doing so. Everyone else is quiet, besides the slap to his arm Simon receives from Ms. Garcia. They're probably dating. Two perfect, good looking people having perfect sex in their perfect apartments. You hate them both.

You try not to look at him as you walk out behind Mr. Price. But you still say a 'have a good day' that is too quiet to the room, answered with a few nods and some 'you too' back.

A small squeak of surprise escapes your lips when your boss comes to an abrupt halt in front of you. A millisecond is all it would take for you to have crushed into him, and that squeak leaves heat travelling to your face. He turns around, facing the room once again, with his usual glare.

"Don't bloody stare at my new assistant. I don't want another HR-situation with this one. Especially talking to you, Riley."

Price pins his glare on Simon, who gives him an equally harsh glare back. You are just about ready for the floor to break so you can fall through to the bottom level and run out of here. But you're frozen in your place, clutching your belongings to your chest tightly enough to make a computer-sized dent in your skin.

Without another word, your boss turns around and heads out of the room. You couldn't have moved any faster if you wanted to—already tight on his heels while your heart rate desperately tries to calm down. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. What the hell are you going to do? Ignore Simon and hope that you manage to avoid him for however long you'll work here? It feels kind of impossible, but the last thing you want is to talk to him. You couldn't.

You've just put down your things on your desk right outside of Price's office when he speaks again. His voice always manages to make you jump in your place, head flying up to meet his gaze.

"If Riley, or anyone else, gives you any trouble—you tell me," he says, unflinching and stoic.

You gulp, frozen in your position. "Oh—I, okay. Thank you." The words come out quieter than you wanted to.

"You seem like a good kid. Don't want these fucking fools to chase away 'nother one of my assistants."

The door to his office is closed the next second. You just stand there, dumbfounded and a little confused, but still flattered in some way. A good kid—you'll take that.

Popcorn crunches underneath your sneakers as you push yourself past the people going up and down the stairs, trickling out of the stadium with happy smiles on their faces and lively conversations exchanged now that the game is over. They won. The players are still out on the field, celebrating their victory with slaps to each other's backs, jumping up and down, impromptu attack hugs. You are giggling too, watching them.

Simon has torn his shirt off, sweaty, blond hair a mess as he shakes his head. Johnny just poured water all over him—the guy always gets so overexcited. And goddamn, your man looks good as he has that rare smile on his face.

The game was a really good one on his part. Everyone in the team calls him 'Ghost' because of how quickly and seamlessly he moves despite his size. And the big tattoo of a man wearing a skull mask on his arm. But once  he's out on the field, the players never expects his speed. At least one player during each game runs right into him, as if he was invisible. A ghost.

He hasn't noticed you yet, where you stand leaning against the railing. It's freezing out. The first really cold September day, and you didn't think to bring a proper jacket. But you don't really care, because seeing Simon and your friends this happy has plastered a permanent grin on your face.

"Riley, your girl!"

Someone shouts and points at you, alerting your boyfriend of your presence. His head whips in your direction, brown eyes pinpointing you in your place before a 6'2'' man starts barreling towards you. Simon throws the water bottle in his hand away carelessly as you giggle furiously over his excitement.

"Fuck, love," he says as he reaches his hands out, lifting you over the railing within a second. You yelp in surprise.

"Wha—Simon! Put me down!"

Simon just holds onto you tighter, pressing you close to him with your feet still in the air. How is he this strong? "Not a chance, Princess. We fucking won. I'm celebrating with my girl."

You chuckle, holding onto his shoulders while looking down at his sweaty face. "I know. I'm so proud of you."

A shy grin grows on his face, slowly setting you down onto the fake grass. "Really?"

"Really. It's the best you've ever played. Wanted to shout to everyone that it was my boyfriend doing all the best throws out there," you tell him, now looking up at him instead. God, he's tall.

Simon's mouth comes crashing down onto yours, giving you a sloppy kiss that makes you laugh.

"I lov—I loved having you here." Simon pauses in the middle of the sentence, as if he was supposed to say something else. "You're my fucking lucky charm, you know that?"

"I'm not so sure about that. You have lost quite a few games with me here as well," you tell him, ruffling his messy hair with your hand.

"Don't matter. I feel lucky anyway." A boyish grin adorns his face as he leans down to press a kiss to your head. "Now, tell me why in the hell my little lady is out here freezing her arse off 'cause she didn't bring a jacket? Like I told her to do?"

You groan, giving him a glare. "Stop. I should have listened to you, you were right, and all that. I know."

"Well, better for me, 'cause I get to rub my sweaty arms all over you now to warm you up."

"Go shower, you idiot." You push at his chest gently, rolling your eyes. He pretends to stumble backwards, holding his hands up.

"I will. Just wait a few seconds here, will you?"

Simon keeps walking backwards, waiting for your nod of confirmation, before breaking out into a jog towards the locker rooms.

You embrace your torso with your arms, rubbing up and down with your hands to warm your skin. There's so many players left on the field, still messing with each other like rugby teams usually do. Some you recognize—like Johnny and Gaz. They're your friends too. Others you have seen in passing at parties, in class. Some you only know because Simon complains about them to you. The fly-half never was his favorite. Graves, something? They're constantly at each other's throats.

Simon comes running out onto the field once more, this time with his jacket in hand. You sigh, scratching the skin above your eyebrow with a small smile.

"Si—you didn't have to. I'm fine," you say as soon as he's within earshot.

"Shut up. I'm being a bloody gentleman, just like my mum taught me."

The jacket is laid gently around your shoulders. You tug it tighter around you, because despite your words it is cold. And you love his jacket.

"Look at you. So fucking adorable."

You smile up at him, scrunching your nose. You love this fool. You love Simon Riley, have done so for many, many months. Haven't told him yet though. But it can wait—you have all the time in the world.

Simon is avoiding you. A week of not seeing him even once, despite the fact that you work on the same floor. You haven't attended any more meetings since your second day, but you still would have expected to run into him in the break room, or in the hallway. Hell, you've even delivered paper copies to his office and still haven't seen him.

You don't know what you feel about that. You are mad at him and you definitely don't want to be forced into an awkward encounter with your ex-boyfriend, but still not knowing why he left has chipped away at every ounce of confidence you had in yourself. Even now at your grown age. It's been several years since. It's pathetic. Maybe Simon realized that on a Friday night in December during his senior year of college—you are pathetic.

God, why are you still that 20-year old girl? Why are you sitting at your desk, 3:30 PM on a Wednesday, obsessing over every flaw you can come up with all because of a stupid man?

The anger you held towards him last Tuesday has morphed into deep self-hate. You begin to understand his perspective. He doesn't want to interact with the silly little girl he broke up with ages ago in her silly little assistant job. Simon is a senior executive in this company, for god's sake. He doesn't even have to send a second glance your way.

"Y/l/n! Coffee!" your boss yells from within his office. But the yelling and cold tone still doesn't offend you like it would any other person—it's just the way he is. Price has actually been pretty nice to you. You like him as your boss, despite his less than chipper attitude.

"Yes, sir," you shout back, rising from your seat.

You smooth down your dress, fiddle with your hair in the reflection of your laptop, before taking a deep breath. It's just a short trip to the break room. No big deal. Nobody actually cares that you are the new girl.

It's practically empty as you arrive, besides a man reading his newspaper in the corner while seemingly on an important call. Seems a little arrogant, but you know he's high up in the company. At least you think he is. Price doesn't like him. He told you so the first day.

A sigh of relief escapes your lungs as you walk to the expensive, Italian coffee machine. You press the double espresso button. No sugar, no milk. Just straight, black coffee for your boss. Kind of reflects his personality. It buzzes loudly as coffee drips into the cup, you standing there waiting patiently. It has started raining outside. You'll probably be soaking wet tonight once you come back to your apartment.

Someone comes standing beside you, taking a mug off the highest shelf. You catch a glimpse of his expensive suit before glancing upwards. Your lips part, almost just as shocked as you were last Tuesday. You can't catch a fucking break, can you?

"Johnny?"

The now bearded man, with a full head of hair as well, which he definitely didn't have when you last saw him, turns around towards you with a stoic expression. It doesn't change once he gets a good look at who said his name.

"You work here too?" you ask before gulping.

"Y/n," he says, a frown growing in between his eyebrows. "I work here, yes." The Scottish accent that you used to like listening to is now impossibly deeper.

"Uh, I—how you doing? It's been...a while." You glance away, cowering under his gaze. Soap always used to be so kind to you, treated you as if you were one of the boys. Insisted you call him Soap, something only his friends were allowed to call him. Now there is a hidden undertone of distaste in the way he looks at you. "See you've gotten rid of the Mohawk."

"I'm alright. Good to see ya', Y/n, but I gotta go back," he tells you. For some reason you feel like he's actually not all that happy to see you.

"Oh. Okay." The disappointment in your voice is clear. "We'll probably see each other again soon, I guess."

Johnny has already started walking away when the words leave your mouth. You hear him mumble a halfhearted 'Take care, lassie" before leaving you there dumbfounded and upright hurt with your boss's coffee cup. What was that?

You always knew Johnny was as loyal of a friend you could be, but...you didn't know he hated you that much. Especially when you didn't actually do anything against him. Not that you did anything against Simon either. That you know of. But, you know.

The short interaction leaves you jarred for the rest of your work day. You still get things done, but the look on Johnny's face is in the back of your mind the entire time. What did you do that was so bad that John goddamn MacTavish hates you for it?

It wasn't enough to work with the man who broke your heart, but your ex-friend as well. His best friend. You will never be welcomed here if half of the company leaders consist of people who have a grudge against you spanning years.

When the clock strikes 6, Price sends you home. He will probably stay for another few hours, you think, because there has been empty takeout containers in his office the morning after every day this week. You tell him to have a good night, he answers with a grunt, and then you and your bag take off through the hallways.

Your heels click against the floor as you walk through the mostly empty office space. Some rooms still have their lights on, casting shadows over the mahogany desks and the important people sitting behind them.

You halt your steps as you hear two voices wrapped into a conversation with each other. Someone must have left their door open. You don't want to eavesdrop, but it gets hard to resist when you recognize Johnny's voice from earlier.

"You can't avoid her forever," he says.

"Well, don't you think I fucking know that?"

You freeze as you instantly recognize the deep, rumbling timber of Simon's voice answering Soap. Fucking hell—they're talking about you. You can't not eavesdrop now.

"It's just—it's fucking hard, you know? She just walks in here all..."

"Met her in the break room earlier. Making coffee for Price."

"Yeah? She said somethin'?" Simon's voice sounds curious, eager almost.

"Asked how I was doing, the usual. Didn't know I worked here, it seemed like." A sigh sounds from the room, and you press yourself even closer to the wall. Please, for the love of god, don't let anyone walk by. "I couldn't just act like normal. I can't be fuckin'...nice to someone like that. When I know your past."

"What—you were fucking rude, or what? Just ignored her?"

"No, for fuck's sake. Left pretty quick, though. I just don't have any respect for things like that. You know that."

"Yeah." Simon lets out a bitter chuckle. If you could see him, he'd probably be shaking his head now. "I'm still fucking angry, you know? Can barely stand to be in the same room."

You bite down on your lip, shaking your head to yourself. You can't listen to the two of them talk about how much they hate you. How they don't have respect for 'things' like you. It's nauseating. Your limbs shake with poorly contained anger, but still the urge to cry is even stronger.

But there's no other way out than past his office. So you brave it—practically sprint by with your hand covering the side of your face in hope that they won't see who it is. You don't think they do. The blinds were down.

A single, pathetic tear slips down your face as soon as you exit the building. Cars fly past you, lights blaring everywhere, noise unending. You just want to go home. But you know the overthinking won't stop there.

As the obnoxiously loud alarm disturbs your sleep that finally came about three hours before, you groan into your pillow and wish for it to be anything else but Thursday. You want the weekend. You want to sleep in and wallow in the fact that you probably won't have this job for very long after what you heard Simon and Johnny say about you yesterday.

You don't even bother putting on heels this morning. An old pair of ballerina shoes and a thick, fuzzy sweater over your dress is what you drag yourself to the office in. It's cold and you're exhausted and sad. You can't stand people not liking you—it takes over every part of your being. And when it's Simon...

There's a meeting going on. Price gave you a list of everyone's coffee orders and made you run over to the shop across the street. You see Simon's name taunting you at the top of the list. A cortado, extra sugar. Fuck, he's still the same.

It takes twenty minutes of queuing before you manage to get to the counter. Another ten to have everyone's order ready. The bag is ridiculously heavy as you carry it out of the coffee shop. The meeting will probably be over by the time you arrive, and then Price will curse you out and you will cry, because today you cannot handle even the smallest criticism.

You're a little sweaty by the time you reach the fourteenth floor of the building, which is fine, but the panting doesn't exactly add to your charisma that somehow seems to repent your coworkers from your person. For a minute you stand outside the meeting room, gathering yourself enough to be somewhere near presentable. Not entirely, but as close as you will get.

The door is shouldered open with a little force. More than you thought it would take. Nobody really gives a thought to your presence—they continue the meeting as if you weren't there at all, and you like it that way. You try to match each coffee to the right person on the list. But there's thirteen of them, and you have yet to learn everyone's name.

You feel Simon's eyes on you the entire time you spend in that room. He's anything but subtle, staring right at you without shame. He doesn't even answer as someone calls him by name. And it's pure spite leaving him for last. His order is the only one you know by heart, but keeping him waiting for a few extra minutes is deserved, you think. Maybe it just gives him more fuel to hate you, but if he's going to hate you, you might as well give it right back.

His ring-clad fingers clasp around the paper mug, slowly bringing it up to his lips as if taunting you with the existence of them. God, they are so full and pink and—no. Don't even go down that route. It'll all make it so much harder to live like this if you keep thinking about how fucking attractive Simon has become with his still blond hair slightly unkept from running his hand through it during the day and how his shirt strains against his muscles and the fact that he is still so, so tall.

"This is cold."

The room falls silent, at least you think it does, as Simon's harsh voice echoes throughout the confines of the four walls. The coffee belonging to the person sitting beside him is steaming. You know he's lying. He sets down the mug on the table, glaring up at you with such distaste in his eyes. You never thought that look would be reserved for you.

"Can't even get a bloody coffee order right, can you?" Simon's chuckle is deprecating, shaking his head to himself as if his irritation almost amuses him.

But you just flinch. He doesn't see it, but you think the rest of the room does. His tone fucking hurts. And that he would publicly humiliate you like this?

"Oh, uh..." You want so badly to have a good comeback, something that will make him shrink in his chair, but all you can get out is a stupid 'oh'. Standing there all small and speechless makes you feel dumb. "I'll get a new one."

Your response seems to catch his attention. His gaze flickers up, back to you, and the cruelty falters for a few seconds to be replaced by something likened to...regret? Probably not.

"Riley can drink his cold goddamn coffee. He'll survive," Price chimes in, waving with his pen as a signal for whoever was speaking before to continue.

You nod, clenching your jaw to stop the trembling, before escaping out of the room as quickly as possible without it seeming suspicious.

A shaky, deep breath is inhaled and exhaled as soon as you get out. It was already a bad day, yes, but nearly crying because Simon told you his coffee was cold? That's just childish. You need to pull yourself together if you're going to keep this job. Price clearly doesn't like weakness.

The rest of the day is calm. Mostly you're reviewing Price's schedule, emailing people back and forth about changing meetings and setting them up. He even gives you an extra break, which is so well needed and probably out of pity, but you'll take it.

You realize that you are so fucking petty when your final task of the day, once again, is to deliver some kind of contract to Simon's office. You know he's out on a meeting with a client—you heard him walking past earlier, talking to that client on the phone. You gather your belongings, say goodbye to Price, before heading towards Simon's on your way down.

Stepping inside feels like walking right into his arms. His cologne hangs heavy in the air. Fuck him for still using the same scent.

The entirety of his office is neatly organized, everything in its place. So you move things. A sharpener gets to change its designated spot from desk to shelf. Files labeled under 'F' gets shoved in between 'S' and 'T'. You even go as far as taking out some of the files from one folder, placing it in another. The printer gets unplugged.

Doing something to his old copy of The Fellowship of the Ring that stands proudly on display in his bookcase crosses your mind, but you do want to stay alive long enough to see the end of the week, at least. You remember one time when he slept with it as if it was a stuffed animal. You're being petty, not suicidal.

Your final masterpiece in your rampage is the unscrewing of a wheel on his desk chair. Just the thought of Simon pushing his chair back only for it to suddenly tilt makes you giggle. God, you really are a child.

Any sane person wouldn't even notice half the things you've done in here. But Simon is not sane. This can throw off his entire day, week even. You know from firsthand experience.

Yeah, Simon goddamn Riley broke your fucking heart and now has the audacity to punish you for it. You won't take that.

Simon has been in such a bad mood the entire day. You heard him cursing all the way from his office. Some poor intern got yelled at in the hallway (you really are sorry for that), and you overheard a few of your colleagues mention that he didn't speak to anyone during the entire morning meeting. Price apparently cursed him out for it in front of everyone. That's a little funny, at least.

On one hand you feel proud of your ability to still piss him off without him knowing. On the other hand, you're not too happy yourself. Your situation hasn't exactly changed—half the office still hasn't talked to you, and the ones that do keep strictly work related conversations. You're lonely.

Despite it being Friday, you get off when the sun has already set. It's pouring rain outside and you don't have an umbrella. You really don't have the energy to deal with that as you gaze warily out of the window from your desk. You could take the subway instead of walk all the way home, but you would still get soaking wet during the trek to the station.

"Goodbye, Mr. Price. Have a good weekend," you say, popping your head into his office with a sweet smile on your lips.

"Call me John," he answers without even looking up from whatever report he's reviewing. Still that monotone voice as if he's always tired of hearing people talk.

"Oh. Uh—okay, John," you stutter out. What? He never lets anyone call him by first name.

"Get home safe," Price tells you. Has he grown soft? What's happening? "Have a fuck load of reports needing organization on Monday." There it is.

You smile to yourself, shaking your head lightly, before mumbling another 'bye' to your boss. He lifts his head in a subtle nod as answer. Actually, you might have a chance to stay here if he likes you. He is the CEO after all.

The hallways are dark except the few offices still lit up like every night. These people barely have a life outside of work, it seems like. It's kind of sad. Then again, you don't either, if what counts as a life is having friends and significant others and people who care about you. But at least you have time for doughing in your couch and taking a walk around the neighborhood.

But your daydreaming and overthinking of course leads you into trouble. Rounding the corner forces you right into another person, making you stumble backwards a few steps before a clammy hand grabs your arm to stop you from falling.

"I'm so, so sorry," you say, looking up at the man standing in front of you. It's that executive-something Price doesn't like. Shepherd? An American.

"Don't worry that pretty little head of yours, darling," he says, without backing away from you. He keeps that close distance, letting you feel his dank breath properly.

You gulp, before attempting to release your arm from his grip. He doesn't budge. Your heart rate speeds up instantly.

"Haven't talked to you properly before, sweetheart. Just seen you strutting 'round these hallways in your dresses." He looks down at your wide eyes, before they slowly rake over the rest of your body. Your chest starts to heave up and down as if you've just come back from a run. It's clear he wants something more than just a simple conversation with the new assistant.

"I'm—I'm sorry. I have to go. Train," you stutter out, attempting to tear yourself away from his harsh grip around your arm. You can't.

"Don't be like that, darlin'. I just wanna have a talk, that's all," he tells you, his warm breaths hitting your face.

"Please, sir, I really have to go. We can talk on Monday."

Shepherd raised an eyebrow, gaze flickering down to your chest again as if you can't see it clearly, before tapping your cheek condescendingly with the palm of his hand.

"Alright, sweetheart. Come into my office on Monday. Appreciate it if you'd wear one of those pretty dresses. Makes my day much better, having somethin' sweet to look at."

A wet kiss is pressed to the back of your hand—something that he might think is gentlemanly, but sends shivers down your entire spine out of disgust. You're frozen still as he squeezes your hip before he leaves, leaving you to hear his dress shoes clink against the floor.

The further away he gets, the harder it gets for you to breathe. Panic grows in your chest, tears already threatening to fall as you finally get yourself to move, rushing towards the elevator and pressing the button too many times.

He was so close. And the way his grip tightened as you tried to step away, the squeeze of your hip. It's too much like last time. Too much like that fucking December night all those years ago.

Clear pictures of Philip and his friends flashes past the forefront of your mind as you rush from the elevator, already heaving from your tears. It's empty, thank god, since the guards are posted outside of the main entrance. Philip morphs into the man from just a minute ago. Pushing you against the wall at that party, grinning right in your face as you tell them to stop.

The backdoor leading into the alleyway beside the building is where your feet leads you towards without consulting you. It's better, maybe. You don't want anyone to see you like this.

But those goddamn revolving doors acting as the main entrance starts to move, you hear that, and soon enough someone steps inside with haste in their walk.

"Y/l/n!" someone shouts angrily. You know exactly who it is. "Why the fuck did you move all my stuff? I swear to god—"

Your back is facing away from him, but maybe he still sees the way your shoulders shake from behind. Maybe that's why he falters in his steps. Maybe that's why he decides to cut the first real sentences he's said to you directly since you started working here short.

The last crumb of composure turns to dust, and your hand flies up to your mouth to muffle the first real sob from your lips. You escape through the door, out into the cold, rainy alleyway as your cries turn too forceful to stop.

It's wet and dirty and crawling with grovel as your knees hit the ground harshly. You manage to turn yourself around to lean your back against the cold brick wall instead. It'll all bring you grief later, but right now your legs can't carry your weight.

With a bang, the door flies wide open once more. Long legs bend down, big hands on your arms.

"Y/n. Y/n, c'mon. Why are you crying?"

Simon's voice is drowning in urgency, his shakes of your shoulders almost forceful. But you can't stop crying. And you're still so fucking angry with him.

"Don't touch me," you sob, pushing his hands away from you. The rain grows heavier the same second, soaking the entirety of you as you sit there on the dirty ground.

"Alright, alright. I won't," he breathes out, holding his hands up beside him. Those big, veiny fucking hands that you have missed every day since he last put them on you. "But you gotta tell me what's wrong."

"Why?" you almost yell, tilting your head up, away from the palms of your hands previously hiding your face. You get raindrops right in your eyes. "You hate me, don't you? Can't even stand to be in the same room as me!"

"Y/n," he growls, as if he's scolding you with the simple mention of your name. "You know bloody fucking well I don't hate you. Now tell me what the hell's making you sob like this. You're sitting on the ground, for fuck's sake."

You dry away your tears, despite it being so futile in this rain, while letting out a bitter chuckle. "All due respect, you're the last person I wanna talk to."

Simon lets out a shaky breath, one filled with frustration. "So fucking stubborn..."

He shakes his head. "Just—just let me drive you home, at least, okay? The trains from this station are cancelled. Blowing up to a storm."

The words you were about to force out through your tears disappear completely. Instead you just stare at the man now looking down at you with something likened to concern. Still has that frown in between his eyebrows.

"I'm not going to get in a car with you, Riley," you mumble out. If you had your way it would sound angrier, more assertive, but your voice fails you.

"Riley, huh? That's where it's at?" Simon scoffs, as if he didn't call you by your last name a few minutes earlier. "Just get up, c'mon."

"No." You shake your head, looking down in your lap. In reality you're not just apprehensive because of your anger towards him—he's a man at the end of the day, and you are his ex-girlfriend who he dislikes very strongly.

"Are you—for god's sake." He shakes his head again. "I'm not going to hurt you, Y/n. I would never harm you. Not any woman," he tells you. How can he still read you this well?

You don't answer. Just take your wet sleeve to dry away even more tears. How to stop crying in front of your ex seems to be an art you haven't mastered yet.

"Okay, I'll make you a deal. You let me get you a taxi home, after you get out of this fucking rain and step inside. That alright with you?"

You nod with a sniffle, reaching for your bag beside you.

"C'mon."

Simon nods towards the door, reaching his hand out. You take it, because there's no chance you would manage to get up all by yourself. But that's the only reason.

He holds the door open for you, letting you slip inside again. Exactly how much the rain soaked you hits you as you step inside, instantly freezing cold and uncomfortable. And goddamn your right knee hurts. Falling down to the ground did come with consequences, it seems.

"Fucking hell," Simon mutters under his breath as soon as he gets inside, dripping water down onto the shiny floor. His suit is entirely soaked too.

You see a glance of yourself in a mirror as you take off your heels. There's mascara underneath your eyes. You try to remove it furiously with your fingers.

"Don't have to do that. Nothing that I haven't seen before," Simon speaks up from behind you, looking at you as well through the mirror.

You glance up at him, just for half a second, before lowering your arms slowly. And then you rummage through your bag with trembling hands, finding a napkin you kept from a restaurant. You dry away the mascara with that instead.

Simon looks at you, really looks at you, as you stand there dripping water onto the floor and makeup ruined and your clothes dirty. You feel so vulnerable underneath his gaze. What is he trying to find?

"Bloody hell, Y/n. You're bleeding for fuck's sake. That's a fucking gash."

He points at your knee. You look down, seeing the outpouring of blood running down your leg from the open wound right below your knee. It does look very, very bad. Like, you're slowly becoming nauseous by looking at it. How didn't you notice it earlier?

"Oh."

"I'm driving you wether you like it or not." Simon stalks up to you, grabbing a hold of your arm to put it around his shoulder. His arm sneaks its way around your waist. Fuck.

"Do I get a say in this?" you ask. You know what the answer is, but you also don't understand. What is this? Why is he doing this for you? A few days ago he was talking shit about you with Soap and humiliated you purposely in front of your co-workers. Now he's getting worried about you crying and driving you home from work?

"No."

Part 2

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You know something I've noticed? Yeah, Nifty is your typical yandere but can we talk about Vox? You technically don't even have to request him as a yandere unless you want it to be romanticized toward you and/or further explored because according to ALL of the recent regular Vox x readers (and the show itself), he clearly has many traits of one especially toward Alastor. He acts like a toxic, jealous ex 😂 He cyberstalks people for one, he's manipulative, insecure (this is where possessiveness and jealousy tends to stem from), doesn't take rejection well as we heard from Al, is capable of being obsessed with someone, and an overall control freak. He wants to keep the Vees' image and everything looking perfect. Imagine this guy being attached to you. An absolute nightmare. Never any privacy, eyes and ears everywhere, can teleport with or without a screen, blackmail is 100% on the table as well as other tactics, and constant validation for him whether your relationship is forced or not. What sucks about the last part is that it's a double-edged sword. If you fuel his ego, he's enabled but if you don't give him enough attention, he'll try harder and tighten his hold on you. So while Val absolutely horrible, it's like you can never win with Vox. Not when you don't have equal power and he's stated to be very strong. Especially these days, tech is an absolute must since even jobs heavily rely on it. Life and the afterlife here is much harder without a smartphone. He's literally a TV. He wants to be watched and noticed.

So he'll get it.

exactly brooo

cw: themes of manipulation, blackmail, and toxic, controlling relationships.

gender neutral

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ੈ✧̣̇ || honestly atp he’s practically a canon yandere.

ੈ✧̣̇ || i kinda talked about this before but i feel like he would manipulate reader into thinking that they need him when its the other way around

ੈ✧̣̇ || as u said, he’s insecure as hell and he needs someone to boost his ego and make him look superior

ੈ✧̣̇ || he also needs some source of stability in his (after) life which is where you come in.

ੈ✧̣̇ || hed also never let things go or get over you.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he started beef with a dude that he hadn’t seen in 7 whole years, for gods sake 😭

ੈ✧̣̇ || bro will start fights over things that happened months ago and are over now done with

ੈ✧̣̇ || he also craves control, not only will he spy on you through your electronics but he’ll also try and control other things that he has no business controlling like what you wear, who you talk to, ect.

ੈ✧̣̇ || if you mention your concerns about it he’ll try and back off, but hes just so paranoid that something will happen to you even though he knows you’re capable of taking care of yourself.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he needs to feel like he’s needed.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he also exerts his control by threatening you with blackmail, wether it be secrets that you told him or pictures.

ੈ✧̣̇ || not like you don’t have a fair amount of dirt on him too, though.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he’d definitely fight a bitch for you, if you’re getting threatened, stalked, and/or harassed by someone (that isnt him ofc) said person better prepare for his wrath.

ੈ✧̣̇ || hes a whiny ass bitch which is either annoying or hot depending on who you ask and what the context is.

ੈ✧̣̇ || its also kind of confusing how he acts, he’ll be practically ignoring you one second and begging for your attention the next.

ੈ✧̣̇ || another reason why he’s so scared of you leaving is because of how vulnerable he’s been to you.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he’s told you things that he’s never told anyone, shown parts of him that no one has ever seen, and the thought of what you could do with this info if you ever were to turn on him makes him feel sick to the stomach.

ੈ✧̣̇ || despite how it feels sometimes he really does care about and love you, he just has an unhealthy mindset when it comes to love.

ੈ✧̣̇ || perhaps you should stay around (not like u rlly have a choice), teach him how to love someone properly. you wont regret it :)

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To See Is To Not Believe

let a hoe know, I ain't motherfuckin' sharing

PAIRING: lee donghyuck x fem!reader

GENRE: bad boy's good girl

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

WARNINGS: possessive behavior, murder, alcohol consumption, mention of drugs, sexual harassment (not from dh), misogyny and brief homophobia (not from dh as well), choking kink, cum eating, reader is blinded by love, ex-convict!donghyuck

SYNOPSIS: A man tried to force himself on you and your boyfriend didn't liked that one bit.

A/N: Big emphasis on reader being blinded by love!! A massive portion of this fic will contain sexual harassment scene so please be cautious, it ends when the intruder comes in. With that being said, enjoy reading!

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DEPICTION ≠ ENDORSEMENT

Red, blue, purple.

Those are the lights that illuminate the whole club. Together with the loud blasting music and people endlessly chattering, they create a high tension vibe that gets anyone on their tippy toes, dancing carelessly as they drink to their limits. It's amusing how these people find solace in a chaotic environment.

Roaming your eyes, your lips purses around the end of the glass as you sip your 3rd Cape Codder of the night, grimacing at the faint bitter taste coming from the vodka. You're not much of a drinker, hence opting to tend your throat and stomach with fruity or sweet cocktails. Non-alcoholic drinks are off the list as you don't want to miss the fun of getting tipsy.

You flinch when an arm settles on the back of the chair you're sitting on. A man around his late 30s clad in a black tank top and baggy pants is the culprit. ''Are you alone? You are, aren't you? Did your friends leave you? That's too bad– maybe I can be your temporary friend for now. I promise I'm one hell of a good one.''

He leans forward, making you frown in disgust at the foul smell emitting from him. Ugly, bad fashion taste, pervert, and fucking stinky. When God precipitated a rain of misfortunes, you bet he was fucking swimming during that moment. It's so bad that you have to scoot away from the man, not wanting his scent to stick on you.

''Aww, come on, sweetheart. Don't be like that.''

''I-I have.. I'm with someone.'' Your eyes shake, looking around in hopes of catching even the mere shadow of your boyfriend who informed you he'll be meeting his friends roughly 15 minutes ago. There's none.

''Uh-huh, and where are they? Nadda. Gone. Like a fucking demonic ghost when presented a crucifix.'' The man rumbles a laugh as if what he said is the best joke one ever heard about. You don't find it funny though.

Just as his hand is reaching to touch your face, your body reacts faster than your brain can. The shocked and angry face of the man was the last thing you saw before you stood up and headed towards the bathroom, chewing on your lower lip as you remember the forming red mark on the side of his face. You enter one of the cubicles, only to come out minutes later when you realize you don't even feel like such substances desire to leave your body.

Playing with the water running from the faucet in an attempt to take your mind off the event that took place earlier, you hum. Said water splashes everywhere on the counter when the familiar voice echoes the whole bathroom, sweaty and sticky limbs clinging around you, trapping you. This is fucking awful.

Instinctively, you move to flee. ''Ge-get off of me! Stop! I don't like you! Stop, you're disgusting! Get your hands off of me, I have a boyfriend!'' Tears prick your eyes.

''Hmm, you know.. I actually like screamers. Though, preferably if they are screaming my name out of pleasure.''

Pleasure? Is this man deranged and delusional? 

''I only scream for one man and that's my boyfriend!'' Your slap resonates the whole entirety of the restroom.

He forces out a chuckle, gripping your waist. ''I don't like how you run that mouth. Shouldn't whores like you only opens their mouth to take a man's dick?''

Your vision diverts to the door steps away from where you stand, frustration taking over you when it appears to be locked. Attempts of fighting against the muscled arms remain futile. You yelp when the man tries to rip your pants apart, failing due to the stubborn belt that you borrowed from Donghyuck.

''Fucking..'' The man transfers you to the wall, pinning you there with a tight grip on your hair. He tsks, annoyed at your constant kicks and flails. Once again, he tugs on your belt, successfully pulling it off of you when the fabric rips apart because of the amount of strength.

Right before he manages to force his hand inside your pants, his movements come to a halt but not yours, his momentum disturbed abruptly by the sudden opening of the door.

''How the fuck..?'' As far as he can remember, he certainly locked that door. ''Hey kid! Go take a piss somewhere else. Can't you see I'm busy with my girlfriend here?'' 

You get to see who he is talking to you, tears finally escape your eye sockets. Whimpering, your act of resistance continues, now desperate. A smirk stretches the intruder's lips yet the slyness underneath it doesn't reach his eyes.

''Are you sure? Your 'girlfriend' doesn't look like she's enjoying it though?''

The man sucks the top of his teeth. ''Just get the fuck out, will you? You know nothing about bdsm, as expected from a fucking child.'' He waves irritably.

''Ah come on, she's clearly against what you're doing. Why don't we do what you want instead? My ass feels exactly like a pussy. You'll be moaning and chanting my name like a fucking mantra, like you're fucking a woman. You would be addicted to my hole, cumming and filling me to the brim before you know it.'' The intruder quirks a brow, wetting his lips.

''The fuck are you on? I'm not gay, you disgusting shit.'' He spits on the other.

''Now, that's not nice. You see, we shouldn't be homophobic. Who are we to care and have a say about who wanna fuck who? And disgusting? Heh.'' Donghyuck tongues his cheek. ''Who's the one about to rape someone right in front of their boyfriend?''

''Uh?''

''That's my girlfriend, you dumbfuck.''

It all happens in a blink of an eye. One second, they're throwing harsh comments back and forth– next second, Donghyuck is already holding the man's face in his hands, bringing it closer to the lower part of his body. Blood drips on the floor as the man suffers from dizziness, courtesy of Donghyuck smashing his nose with his knees. You stand behind the closed door the second you are free from the shackles of that man.

Your boyfriend didn't stop there. Gripping the man's hair just like what he did to you, he bangs it to the nearest wall continuously and with utmost force. Crimson liquid decorates the beige paint but Donghyuck didn't care. He throws the man on the floor, finally sealing a blunt force trauma. He hovers over the man who dared to touch you.

Donghyuck's eyes glints in a way you couldn't interpret. Snatching his belt where it dangles from the countertop, he tilts his head. ''Ah, this one is quite expensive.'' Tapping the man's bloodied cheeks a few times, Donghyuck hums approvingly in seeing him awake, and proceeds to feel the belt on his skin.

''Do you know who I am, fucker? My government's name is Lee Donghyuck. But gangs and inmates call me 'Cross'. Ask me why.'' The man grunts when his face meets Donghyuck's palm.

''W-why..?''

Donghyuck smiles. The belt circles around the man's neck loosely, the other end enters the metal hole but it doesn't get buckled completely.

''You see, Youngjin, I'm actually a devoted follower of God. I believe in Him. So I make those that had wronged me pray to His cross before I take it upon myself to repeal the life that the Lord Jesus Christ had lent them should they be undeserving of second chances.'' Donghyuck holds the end and stands up, resulting in the belt to tighten itself on the man, choking him. He steps on the area where his head and collarbone meet. How your boyfriend knew the man's name, you don't know.

Crouching, the weight and the pain of Donghyuck's heels digging on Youngji's throat doubles. ''You might be wondering,'' Youngji isn't but he's not at the advantage to tell Donghyuck that. ''Why do gangs and inmates know me? What is my correlation with them? Surprise, motherfucker! I'm an ex-convict! Jailed for a year at South Korea's most notorious prison, got caught smuggling drugs. It should've been five years but money makes the world go round and connections greases the axle. Would've gotten much longer years if they knew the number of people I've slaughtered, possibly a life imprisonment–  thank God, they didn't, right?''

Youngji gasps for air, and Donghyuck chuckles at him.

''Uh.. does it hurt?'' Youngji struggles to form an answer, fingers clawing to get the belt off. ''Oh how insensitive of me, why did I even ask you that question? Pardon me, I tend to forget someone's handicap often. My mama once warned me to be careful around people, I don't doubt she'll be scolding me in heaven if she happens to know my slip ups. May she rest in peace.'' He pats the gargling man's face.

Donghyuck then proceeds to drag Youngji by his shirt towards one of the cubicles, the red-skinned man takes this as an opportunity to fill his lungs with oxygen once again as he quickly crawls out of Donghyuck's clutch when the man isn't looking. Unfortunately, this only earns him another torment as Donghyuck tugs his figure forcefully by the belt acting as his leash.

''Now, don't walk out on me.'' Donghyuck grasps him, tightening his knuckles. ''I mentioned that I'm a believer of God, didn't I? Being a follower and believing in Him comes with the responsibility of spreading His words and wisdom. Of course, it isn't a responsibility but you get what I mean. Say.. Are you religious, Youngji-ssi?''

Whatever his answer is, there'll surely be dangerous outcomes. But Youngji doesn't have a choice. If he cooperates, maybe then the haywire in front of him will spare his life.

''No? Ah, that's fine. I just want to let you know that not having an official position in the Catholic realm doesn't mean my faith in Him isn't as strong as those that have one. Prison life requires us to go on mandatory praying every 6pm, it strengthened my faith in Him and He became my anchor during those dark times. I may not be a priest but allow me to reintroduce you, my brother, to Our Lord Jesus Christ.'' His hand stretches for the bidet. He grips the sides of Youngji's jaw to force it open.

''Lord God, our heavenly Father, we thank you for your great goodness, in calling us to know you and to put our trust in you. Increase this knowledge and strengthen our faith. Give your Holy Spirit to this person, that he may be born again and made an heir of everlasting salvation; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever.'' Donghyuck closes his eyes and does the sign of the cross. ''Amen.''

Youngji helplessly gags as the seemingly endless clear liquid penetrates his mouth harshly and uninterruptedly, clogging his lungs and his stomach bloating until he can almost feel how it will explode any time soon. Youngji tries to fight it off yet fails because of the weight sitting on his chest. He thrashes, he chokes, he swings his arms. There's pain and aches everywhere until there isn't.

Eyes wide open and water spilling out of his mouth. Donghyuck only stops pressing on the bidet's button when Youngji lays on the floor, unmoving.

Wordlessly, hand rests on your back, leading you out of the bathroom. On your way out, Donghyuck sends a short signal to Yang Jungwon, a member of his gang. And the man, together with Zhong Chenle, makes their way towards where you were previously. Arms clasps secured around Donghyuck's waist, you both zoom away from the bar and arrive at your shared penthouse in no time.

As soon as the comforting ambiance of your bedroom engulfs you, you head to take a bath and wash off any remains of that man on your skin. It didn't take long. Soon, you stand before the mirror, observing the little gashes that stung as soap makes contact with them during the shower while you dry your hair.

Finishing this time, Donghyuck comes up behind you, a towel covering the lower part of his body. You look at him through the reflection, watching his movements. And then your eyes meet his. There lies an undeniable sharp gaze.

He strides towards you and tugs you to a hug, burying his head at your neck and inhaling your scent. Small kisses spread on the vast area where your neck and jaw connect, traveling down to your shoulders before going back where they previously were.

''You let him touch you.'' Donghyuck whispers.

The towel stops rubbing on your strands, confused sound emitting from you.

''You let him touch you,'' he repeats, ''Because I wasn't there to tend to your needs. Tell me, are you getting tired of me that you resort to letting some random fucking man to touch you in places that I am the only one allowed to? Is the greediness inside you?''

It's not. Never did you let that man touch you inappropriately. Never did you willingly enter his arms. Donghyuck witnessed the way you fought against that man, for goodness' sake. Why would he think you'll succumb to anyone other than him?

It should've irked you but it didn't. The voices in your head say all of those words are a result of such love that he has for you, a result of fear losing you. Something tells you that he's afraid that you'll slip out of his arms and fall out of love, that he just can't afford to lose the woman he loves, and you choose to listen.

Donghyuck loves and treasures you that he's gone bat shit paranoid and crazy.

''I didn't let him touch me. It was non-consent.''

''You should've pulled away.'' He's right.

''I did, but he followed me there.''

''You should've called me.'' Donghyuck's right again.

''My phone was in my bag.''

''You should've left the second he sat beside you.'' For the third time, he's right again. Your replies aren't mere responses but excuses as to why you didn't do those things to avoid Youngji.

Guilt starts to eat you up. ''I was too deep in my thoughts to notice him. Look– I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, Hyuck. I should've stood up when I saw him. I shouldn't have gone to that restroom. I shouldn't have sat where he could sit beside me. I shouldn't have looked in his way.''

''He shouldn't have been born.''

''..yes. I hate him, Hyuck. Please help me erase his traces, I don't want anything of him. I only want you.. please.''

Donghyuck smiles, so enchantingly that you fall in love once again. The sudden change of his behavior makes you shiver. Nonetheless, you didn't question it. This is your boyfriend you're talking about, what kind of lover will you be if you dare to speak ill or question his actions?

Wordlessly, he turns you around and plants a deep kiss on your lips, wrapping his arm on your waist while the other hand cups the back of your neck. His tongue explores every part and area that he can reach, licking and savoring your taste on his buds.

The way he sucks your lower lip and mixes your saliva with his through pushing his pink muscle inside your mouth is so addicting that you don't need any drugs no more to get high. Donghyuck's calloused hands spin you around. You face your own reflection again, there you watch as the hand makes its way to the area that soaks for Donghyuck.

He licks the line of your ear and orders, ''Watch.''

Jaws slacking open, a gasp escapes past your lips as Donghyuck wastes no time inserting two fingers in your hole, uncaring if there's sting or pain inflicted on you. Patience is a prize and Donghyuck is no winner. Moans starts to spill out of you when he plunges his digits continuously, merciless as he wiggles it in search of your spongey spot.

''Ah ah ah! Fuck– God, Hyuck–!''

His chest rumbles in chuckles. ''We don't use His name in vain, my darling.''

Two becomes three, and three turns into four. You tremble in Donghyuck's hold, eyes rolling back at the pads of fingers accurately jabbing your spot without a stop, giving you not even a second to breathe. 

Donghyuck tsks disapprovingly, squeezing your throat that lies on his grip. ''I said, watch.''

Albeit having a hard time due to the overwhelming pleasure coming from the mind-numbing pace of Donghyuck's fingers, your eyes flicker, forcing themselves to look down where your boyfriend assaults your pussy. The slick is visible, his palms glistening everytime it is hit by the light emitting from the lampshade at the side of your bed.

It is so fucking obscene– the visual, the sounds, and fuck, the motherfucking drool trickling down your body. It is all too much. Words wouldn't be able to suffice how the scissoring movements inside your soaping wet pussy sends an electrifying feeling down on every fiber of your body.

''Oh, shit! Shit shit– it's so good, fuck! I'm gonna come– ah, I'm gonna come–''

Kissing your jaw, Donghyuck watches you fall apart in his hands. Legs folding, eyes rolling hard to the back of your head, hand gripping his wrist, and mouth wide open to a scream as your walls clenches down on his fingers.

Donghyuck presses his lips at the side of your head. ''That's right. There we go. That's a good girl.'' He pulls out his fingers, sucking on them all the while keeping his eyes where you sit on the floor, tired and spent.

Donghyuck feasts on your cum a little more, scooping the substance and licking it before doing it again until there's none left. He wipes his saliva on his towel, nudging your legs and body to an on fours position. With a single tug, the towel falls off his body as if on cue. Then he walks off to grab something, right hand busy stroking his cock up and down.

When he comes back, a non-pleasant cloud of smoke follows him. Donghyuck kneels behind you, smirking as you present yourself to him, stark naked. He didn't have to order you, you've done it yourself.

Spitting on his palm, Donghyuck tugs his length a few times more, bringing the tip to the valley of your pussy, rubbing it so he could slick the crown of his dick. He takes a long drag of the cigarette, his lungs greets the cancerous chemicals like an old friend, welcoming. 

One smooth slide (and maybe some desperate whines from you) is all it takes for Donghyuck to be fully wrapped of your velvety walls, twitching and ready to fuck you to oblivion. And so fuck you to oblivion  he did, without preparation nor build up of pace.

''Oooh! Oh shit! Please fuck me– so good, so good, Hyuck! Fuck me, please–''

''Ah.. fuck.'' Donghyuck closes his eyes, throwing his head back, taking another inhale of the cigar. His hips resume to snap, skin-slapping sounds bouncing off the walls of your bedroom. Donghyuck contributes another sound by delivering a hit on your ass cheek.

He leans forward, placing his lips right at your ear, free hand settling on your throat as he grumbles. ''You like that, huh? You like the feeling of my cock going in and out of your fucking hole? Fuck, this pussy is so good I might consider quitting doing anything else and just fuck you every damn time of the day. Would you like that, darling? My dick will be inside of you whatever part of the day it is– morning, afternoon, evening. I will fucking fill you up to the brim that pregnancy would be a fucking fool not to show up. Your stomach will bloat because of how much cum you have in this tight little fucking pussy. Tell me, darling, do you like that?''

The pathetic whines and desperate hands searching for anything to grab is more than enough as an answer for Donghyuck. Pulling away from your back to chest position, Donghyuck props one foot to the floor, angling his hips. His laughter resonates in the room as you thrash.

''Yes! Yes yes yes– oh my God! It's so good, fuuuck! Yes, so good! Ooh, why is it so good? I-I'm going crazy, shit!''

He smacks your ass again, a smile dawning on his face as he enjoys the way you nonsensically ramble, it fuels the pride inside him. Donghyuck taps the cigar on your back, the ashes with heat yet to dwindle, falling to your skin. It should've hurt but instead, it heightens the pleasure. Your arms give up.

You face the side in order to be able to breathe, legs feeling jelly. It would also give out if not for Donghyuck's grip on your waist. Shutting your eyes tightly, your tongue spills out the same set of words to signal your nearing release.

Taking one last drag, Donghyuck puts out the nicotine stick's flame with a deep press on the floor. If it burns the carpet in any way, who the fuck cares? As long as it doesn't start a damn fire, Donghyuck can buy a dozen more carpets to replace this one.

''Say it, darling. You know what I want to hear.''

''Oh..! Ah ah ah! I-I'm yours. I'm only– fuck– I'm only yours, Hyuck. Shit, I'm gonna come– I'm all yours!''

Grabbing you by a grip on your hair, his hand transfers to your throat and tightens it enough to cause you thrusting back to his cock desperately. The pleasure all together is so fucking mind-boggling, you can't think of anything else other than the monstrous cock thrusting inside you so vigorously. Sucking on your neck, Donghyuck's palm travels down.

His thumb circling around your swollen clit with pressure is what finally triggers your climax. And a few clenches from your pussy, Donghyuck follows right after, his cum spilling out of your hole just like what he promised earlier. He carefully pulls out, watching the way your pussy momentarily catches his tip as if not wanting to let go just yet. Donghyuck looks away before his dick gets fucking hard again.

Scooping you in his arms, Donghyuck lays you on the soft mattress, gently so as to not stir you awake or interrupt you from traveling to dreamland. He's never one to get tired easily but you are. Brushing the strands away from your face, he places a kiss on your forehead before quietly whispering that he'll be preparing a bath for you.

Despite having your eyes closed, you heard it. Maybe, just maybe. Donghyuck is yours just as you are his.

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part fourteen - interrupted (written part : 1.3k words; cw: a little suggestive towards the end, but that’s it :))

you knocked on the wooden door still high on what you just lived and a bit nervous as to what awaited you behind it.

“come in.” gojo was seating on a red velvet couch, on his phone, and got up to greet you. he looked tired from having just finished performing, a few strands of his hair were sticking to his forehead, his clothes were messy. he was hiding something behind his back that you didn’t see him pick up.

“i wrapped it just for you.” he was smiling, he looked like he was up to something.

he handed you a poorly wrapped gift, with tape placed seemingly at random on the small package. you refrained from making a comment, for once. suspicious, you took it and tore up the packaging, staring at the “gift” for a good 10 seconds, speechless.

“now that you’ve seen us play twice you’re obviously a huge fan of us, and of me, so here” with the stupidest smile on his face.

“a signed cd of your album…” you just stared at it mouth agape and looked back up at him, dumbfounded.

“it’s sold out everywhere, you know, and the poster inside is autographed too, you’re very lucky.” you were still silent, his smile widened and he burst out laughing. “if you could see your face right now!!” he was clutching his stomach, howling with laughter at his own joke.

come on it’s not that funny…

you punched his arm hard, not hard enough to hurt even if a small, tiny part of you wanted to. he pretended to be in pain, whining like the over the top person he was, before reaching in a bag next to the coffee table and handing you another gift, this time not wrapped for obvious reasons.

“you can keep the other one, you’re welcome” he winked, visibly very proud of himself. "for your collection"

it was a mug, shaped like a cat, a maneki-neko to be exact.

“what? how did you know?”, you sat down on the couch and he flopped down next to you.

“i don’t know if you remember, when we met, there was this one song i really liked and you didn’t want to tell me what it meant for you. i wasn’t really looking since you told me it was private, i didn’t want to pry you know. but i found this interview you did, for a blog i think, in it you explained a bit of the meaning and mentioned this.” he gestured to the mug in your hands

“isn’t that interview kinda old?”

“okay maybe i looked a little”, he looked at you with a smile as you chuckled.

wait… you chuckled??

there’s a beat of silence as you examined the mug in your hands, remembering how you used to collect stuff like this as a kid whenever you went somewhere.

“i said i collected tacky mugs, this one’s not that tacky it’s cute!!”

“sorry i have such good taste” he shrugged, grinning. “i saw it in the window of a store and thought of you.”

“thank you. i’ll have to start collecting them again now.”

gojo examined you for a minute, as if he was wondering if he could pry now.

“why did you stop?” he was looking at you but you were still staring at the cat shaped object, “i’m embarrassed… don’t laugh ok?” you turned to face him, suddenly very serious, he nodded, intently listening “an ex made fun of me for it”, he huffed out a laugh.

“what did i just say?”

“come on that was barely a laugh… and it wasn’t at you” you tilted your head, confused, “it’s just funny how we all do stupid shit when we’re in love”

“even you?” you sounded slightly mocking, you were having a hard time picturing it, he didn’t answer, instead playing with his rings.

“gojo?” this time your tone was softer, worried that you might have offended him just now.

“oh sorry i was… lost in thought i guess.”

“you can think?” you gasped

he elbowed you, pouting, as you laughed.

“we can change the subject if you want.”

he seemed lost in thought again but before you could bring him back he spoke.

“it’s ok. i was in love once and it ended badly. end of story.” he shrugged again, looking a little defeated.

“why did you break up?”

“she was getting harassed, threatened too, by our ‘fans’. she broke up with me ‘cause she couldn't deal with it anymore, and i get it… i think. i decided to avoid serious relationships since then.”

“i made a similar decision after my last relationship.”

“so no more dating for you?”

“nope. not until i’m satisfied with where i am in my career.” he hummed in response, “do you have a specific goal in mind? like sell 'x' amount of albums, or go on tour, before you’ll be satisfied?”

you thought about it for a moment, “no not really…”

“so how will you know?” it was his turn to tease you now.

“are you seriously criticizing the logic behind my decision? mister ‘one heartbreak and i became a whore’?”

he gasped, like you knew he would, “how dare you! i’ve had enough of your insolence, get ready to face the consequences of your words!” he charged forward and started tickling you until you could barely breath and were laughing uncontrollably.

“stop! stop! i surrender, i take it back, you’re not a whore.” you said in between laughs holding up your hands, as he let you breath, laughing too.

neither of you said anything for a minute as you settled next to each other, still chuckling, the silence was comfortable but you didn’t want the conversation to end just yet, not when you felt like you finally caught a glimpse of who he really was.

you looked up at him, catching him already examining your features, but he didn’t look away. you felt your face heat up, still you kept his gaze.

he was leaning in closer, shit shit shit what’s going on, and you weren’t moving away??

your shoulders bumped and your eyes darted back and forth from his own to his lips who seemed impossibly close to yours now, were his eyes always this pretty? they looked unreal, mesmerizing, like you could drown in them, like you would willingly drown in them if he let you. he stopped, his breath fanning on your skin, his eyes were glued to your lips, you couldn’t think straight anymore.

maybe you were okay with what was happening.

maybe you wanted it.

maybe you had wanted it for a long time.

suddenly the door swung open and you were brought back to reality.

a girl appeared, an ipad in hands, and if looks could kill, you’d be 6 feet deep. she rolled her eyes directly at you.

“’toru, they’re waiting for you.”

he sighed and fell back against the sofa, running a hand over his face. “i’ll be right there, wait outside. and i told you to stop calling me that.”

“no, you have to come right now.” she stood her ground, staring daggers at you.

oh, got it. you were probably gonna regret doing this later, but you didn’t care right now.

you placed your hand on gojo’s thigh, making sure that she could see, and his eyes shot open.

you checked the look on her face before looking at him through your eyelashes, pouting your lips slightly “but… i haven’t properly thanked you yet, ‘toru.”

he short-circuited, you thought, because he stopped moving. still you wouldn’t back down.

you traced your fingers up his thigh, in a walking motion, and hooked them on one of his belt loops before whispering loud enough for her to hear.

“guess we’ll have to continue this another time.”

your eyes were glued on gojo’s shocked expression, but you knew she was fuming.

you waited for a moment before finally adding, “you can go.”, breaking the spell he was under.

“you sure?” he visibly gulped.

you nodded in response, and he unwillingly got up. as he was walking through the door he glanced back and caught you watching him leave. you heard him laugh in the hallway.

“fuck.” you whispered, once they were far enough to not hear.

[tldr : gojo gives you two gifts, one dumb and one thoughtful, in his own way, you get closer but a girl interrupts you and you toy with gojo a little to piss her off.]

fun facts

y/n has pretty bad decision making skills

in the interview, from a year ago, y/n explained that her song 'before you can' represented her fear of commitment (shocker!) and she told a few anecdotes about her childhood and her silly little dating life

when y/n told nobara, she thought it was hilarious but stupid

author's note

my editing skills are deplorable :o

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as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?

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[shitswiftiessay]

Swifties have found ANOTHER female co-star of Joe’s to harass

I know, I know, I said I was taking a break. I AM going to be significantly less active in the next month-ish because of exams. So if you tag me or message me and I don’t respond, don’t be shocked by that. Also, I don’t see myself being active when the Whinging Narcissist Department drops because I just need to protect my mental health bc you know the swifties (and their cult leader) make me genuinely angry with the way they act.

BUT, I also need to do a little dump of posts because UNFORTUNATELY, swifties do not ever take a break from being HORRIBLE little fuckshits. And I saw this so I have to talk about it.

So here are swifties attacking Alison Oliver, Joe’s CWF co-star, calling her a demon and a whore, quoting Taylor’s slutshaming Better Than Revenge lyrics at her. All because of a rumor that THEY FUCKING MADE UP.

They did the same shit to Emma Laird last year, because s posted a photo dump of all her co stars (including Joe) and now they’ve made up rumors about Alison being Joe’s “mistress” to justify attacking her.

They even used a clip of a sex scene as PROOF that Joe was cheating on Taylor, because apparently he “moaned her name”. 1) He said “ah shit” but swifties twisted things as they always do. 2) Having a sex scene, with an intimacy coordinator and camera crew, IS NOT THE SAME AS CHEATING. And 3) even if Joe accidentally moaned Alison’s name how the fuck would that be HER fault? If he actually moaned the wrong name they would have to reshoot the scene, but that would be HIS mess up, not Alison’s.

Anyway… idk if it’s because Alison and Joe recently reunited and took a picture, and that made swifties feel INSECURE on Taylor’s behalf, because they’re extremely parasocial about her and see her exes as THEIR exes. So I’m wondering if seeing Joe next to a pretty woman triggered them, and poor Alison who has committed the crime of BREATHING too close to Joe has become the new target of their wrath.

All of this is once again, why I keep saying, that swifties are one of the most misogynistic fandoms, CERTAINLY the most misogynistic popstar fandom, that I have ever come across. Swifties aww always pulling the misogyny card anytime Taylor gets criticism for ANYTHING but then they will go and be misogynistic towards any woman who isn’t Taylor.

#shit swifties say #anti taylor swift #parasocial relationships #toxic swifties #joe alwyn #Alison oliver #free Joe alwyn #conversations with friends

[liaareneee]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Stop, You're Scaring Me

pairing: bonten! sanzu haruchiyo x gn! haitani! reader

t/w: weapons. harassment. breaking in.

synopsis: based on euphoria season 2 when nate comes into maddy's room and threatens her. but instead of nate and maddy, it is you and sanzu. instead of the disc, it is some paperwork you stole from the company building because it had some important information. and sanzu believed you stole it so he decided to stalk and track you down for it.

you walked into your apartment, locking the door. you took your shoes and purse off, throwing your keys onto the counter. you started to walk towards your room, going to the bathroom. you started to take off your clothes, putting on your pajamas. you walked out of the bathroom, back into your room. you heard a gun reload and you turned to see your ex, sanzu haruchiyo. you jumped, and moved away.

“what are you doing?” you asked. sanzu got up and looked at you. “don’t worry. i'm not here to apologize. can you imagine if i was sitting here with a gun forcing you to accept my apology?” sanzu laughed. 

“you’re scaring me, haru.” you whispered. sanzu scoffed. “yeah, that's kinda the point.” you winced. “i love you, haru. haruchiyo. i love you.”  

“i know you better than anyone in this world. i know. i humiliated you. it’s over.” sanzu walked towards you, making you sit down on your bed. “tell me where it is.” 

“what do you mean? i don't know what you’re talking about, haru.” 

“the papers and money. rindou told me you took it before you left me. tell me where the fuck you put it!” sanzu said, laying on top of you. he aimed the gun towards your head and you cried.

“take a deep breath for me.” he cocked the gun as you cried. he moved the gun towards your temple, repeating the same action to him. “stop it, Haruchiyo.” you winced, shaking.

you cried horribly, trying to push him away. “stop, haruchiyo, stop! please stop it! stop, stop, stop! it’s in, it’s in the drawer. it’s in the drawer! it’s in the drawer!” you screamed. 

you gasp, as sanzu gets off of you, walking to your desk. he opens the drawer, collecting the papers and money. you crawl up into a ball, crying and breathing heavily. he walks back to you and sits on the bed. “hey, i'm sorry. i was… i was jok....” 

“leave me alone! don’t touch me!” you said, kicking him away with your feet. sanzu sighed. “i'm sorry. i'm sorry. there’s no bullets in the gun. i'm sorry, Y/N. goodbye.” 

– 

it was the next day and you stayed in bed, under the covers. your bedroom door opened and you got out of the covers to see your two brothers, rindou and ran. “hey, we heard what happened. we didn’t know sanzu would do that.” ran said, patting your back. you jumped. “don’t touch me! leave me alone.” 

“Y/N, we’re sorry. mikey is handling him right now.” 

“just leave. i'm done with him and you guys. this stupid criminal business. i'm done. leave me alone. get out.” 

“Y/N, come on. what about family?” you scoffed. “if you were my family, you wouldn’t have let him do this to me. i had a gun pointed right here, being threatened by someone I used to love. you never felt that. i did, last night. so, if you were my family, you would help me. get out.” 

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu x reader

[baugojo]

🎧SATORU!GOJO protective

a/n: fluff content, got bored. and for some reason this has been sitting in my drafts for a month.

summary: your co-worker is harassing you, and when gojo finds out, he’s not very pleased.

word count: 1.15k

“Satoru!” You knew he wasn’t really listening after the first couple of words that’d come out of your mouth, pressed firmly in between your lips; slipping out.

you’d mentioned a co-worker. In which, the co-worker had made you a bit, uncomfortable. You’d come home from work, and found yourself heading over to your boyfriends office at his work.

Gojo had a nice black tux, while his shirt was also tucked into his pants a bit, and the button up had just a few of them ripped from the side.

With is beautiful hair to conclude, he was writing a report about some of the exchanges that were misplaced during the last batch of boxes.

Your boyfriend would be fired, if he wasn’t the boss.. and owner of the estate.

His reasoning for buying the expensive million-dollar penthouse-apartment; in which he made his office, was because he simply grew bored and he liked the color.

anyhow, you had waltzed in, saying hello to a couple workers at his marketplace, and passing through towards the receptionist; who immediately recognized you.

Hands deep in the computer, she’d seen your small fragile frame, pumping tears from sides of your eye lids, and doiling them away.

Almost instantly, you’d recieved a tissue, and concealed a good amount of the tears that wanted to escape; and now here you where, in his office, rubbing your precious head in between the crook of his neck.

You sat on his lap, while your legs spread open; allowing his waist to sit in between your thighs.

“Let me see your face princess.”

But you only discouraged his request, because you were embarrassed. Usually, you’d be the one to be so hard on Gojo, telling him that you don’t need support. You were the one known for wearing the pants in this relationship; considering your boyfriend could be a five year old majority of the time.

But when he was serious, then that meant things just were simply serious. It wasn’t rare for him to be that way, but it definitely was not common.

You’d come in, watching his face whisk away from his large laptop, and change his expressions, from: focused, bored to: happy, confused.

somehow in ten seconds, you’d been coo’d into his touch, while telling him about the co-worker, and what’d happened at work.

Now, if this was simply because of just the co-worker, you wouldn’t be as upset as you were. It actually really because of what he’d said, more so the aftermath.

“he said that I was a no good nothing, and power-hungry slut.” You began, “because I’m dating a powerful man, that could do so much better; he’d gladly get rid of me.”

before you could continue, to the part that reallt upset you, your boyfriend’s jaw clenched, teething at you.

“and then he told my boss that I’d been harassing him all year round, but had been paid to stay quiet. So I got fired!”

that was enough to make Gojo’s hands ball up in anger. Of course though, he’d play mellow with you, so he didn’t upset you.

“I’ll take care of it.” Moving you from your seating on top of him, with a smile, he continued. “Stay in my office princess.”

“satoru, I don’t want you to do anything. I mean it.” swallowing your upsetting news, you stalled.

“I’m not going to do anything.” The smile he gave almost temped you to believe those words; caressing your round cheek, that exfoliated to the touch of his cold hands.

“Satoru.” you hushed, both hands now on you, on arm wrapped nicely around the band of your hips; almost challenging you to keep eye-contact with him.

You felt his eyes roll dramatically; chucking his head back for a second; his neck bare and giving a small hitch of his throat gulping.

“alright, tell you what,” he said, “why don’t we go home princess? I’m bored here anyway.”

The next morning, you’d been awoken by a couple missed calls from your ex-boss, and a few messages that had been disviewed as well.

you rushed the phone, double clicking the missed call button, and calling him back. He didn’t even let the phone ring, picking it up almost immediately.

“if it’s about my things, B/N, please give me the opportunity to go get them—“

“you are not fired.” he spoke, “it was a misunderstanding, really. You should have spoken up when your co-worker been bothering you about your personal relationships, instead of taking the fall.”

you retaliated; you where trying to speak for yourself, but your boss just wouldn’t let you. He’d believed everything that your co-worker had said, without even allowing you to compensate.

“Uhm, that being said, I am deeply sorry for not allowing you to explain your portion of the story.”

By the time the phone call awaited it’s ending, you’d already known what was proposed.

Gojo, never listening, must’ve taken care of it.

Part of you secretly praised and accommodated that; considering you’d never admit to the seek of needing help. But, you still felt a little gush in your stomach, turning to the thought of the co-worker, and what he said.

was it true?

“Y/N, baby.” You heard from the door-frame; instantly collecting your attention, and depriving it from previous thought. “I know what you’re thinking.”

Gojo walked over to you, while your smile seemed to drag from lip to lip, in a sort of apologetic form. But he only took you by your chin; his hand gripping tightly, and lifting you to see eye-to-eye with him.

“you do everything on your own, yu’r my independent pretty girl.” his words oozed out like marshmallow, dripping from its chocolate sandwiched s’mores.

“but, I’m going to help you, because I love you.”

You folded. couldn’t help but admire him taking charge of something you new you couldn’t carry alone. glad he knew you so well, you pecked him softly. “Thank you satoru.”

your hands rushed to his shoulders, wrapping around his neck in pleasure; taking him into you. He chuckled, his hands rubbing at your sides, gradually holding you in place.

“anything for my princess.”

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[dead-dove-yandere]

Marie would like a sweetheart who would warn her if and if he would be willing to defend her from a sexist neighbor after another neighbor yelled at Marie, when her own ex husband wouldn't care.

I’m sorry if the insults the sexist say are kinda cringe I don’t know how to be mean tbh

TW: Stalking, obsession, casual sexism and sexual harassment

Marie sighed as she looked out of the window, seeing the neighbour that lived across the road from her sitting on the porch outside his house.

“He’s there again,” Marie remarked.

“Hm?” Her husband grumbled, disinterested. Marie pretended she didn’t notice him ogling at the Page 3 Girl in his newspaper.

“He’s sat as well. He’s not going to move.”

“Who?” Her husband asked. Marie sighed.

“The bloke across from us. The one who says all those filthy things to me when he catches me outside.” Her husband briefly looked up from his newspaper, before going back to pretending to read.

“Just ignore him,” he said dismissively.

“No. I think I’ll wait until he’s gone,” Marie said, smoothing down her pinafore. Her husband rolled his eyes and tutted.

“Just go get the washing. Stop being so dramatic about it. Better yet, just use the tumble dryer next time. I paid good money for it,” he moaned, shaking his newspaper straight as he continued to fantasise about the naked young woman on the page. Marie pursed her lips and stormed out the living room, grabbing her wash basket and steeling herself ready to go out and face the outdoors. She opened the door and marched towards the washing line, beginning to take down the clothes. She’d barely been there more than a minute when she heard a whistle echo through the street. She glanced up, seeing the man on the porch grinning salaciously, practically drooling like a pig waiting for the hapless farmer to keel over in the sty. She tried to ignore him, her weathered hands shaking as she continued to work, but in the corner of her eye, she saw the man stand up from where he sat on the porch and padded across the road towards her front garden.

“Nice dress. It’d look better on my bedroom floor,” he said, leaning against the fence as he watched her take a dress off the washing line and fold it into her washing basket.

“You got anything a little more revealing in there?” He asked, gesturing to the basket. “Something a little more private?”

“Oh, just go away!” Marie finally snapped, throwing a peg at him. It bounced harmlessly off the fence, making him laugh at her.

“Now why would I do that, sugar?” He asked. “I wouldn’t be able to see -“ he was interrupted by a firm voice.

“I think you’d better leave,” you said, having come out of your house and approached them. The man glared at you.

“It’s none of your business, it’s between me and sugar here,” he growled. You stepped in front of Marie, maintaining a hard stare of your own.

“I said I think you better leave and take your attitude with you,” you repeated, stamping your foot firmly against the ground. The man took the hint and backed off, cursing as he slinked back to his own house.

“Thank you,” Marie said as you turned to look at her. Her hands still shook and her heart was racing. She put a hand to her face, pretending to adjust her lipstick, but in fact hiding the blush that was forming on her cheeks.

“You okay?” You ask her. She nods.

“It’s nothing I haven’t heard him say before, dirty old man,” she says with a grumble. Why couldn’t her husband be… well, more like you?

“You’ll let me know if he causes you trouble again, right? I will come anytime you need.”

“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.” You offer each other polite, restrained smiles, and quickly say your goodbyes before you head back to your own house. Marie can only watch you leave, wishing that you’d stay a little longer.

Dividers Credit: See Pinned Post

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[happy74827]

Lucas Lee x reader fluff✨️ I'm sad there isn't a lot of fanfics of this himbo..

Tough Guy

[Lucas Lee x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When Lucas Lee confronts you and a friend on set, things take a turn for the worst.

WC: 1894

Category: Fluff, Protective!Lucas

Honestly, I’m sad there’s not a lot of fanfics with any of the exes. Gideon seems to be the most popular out of the bunch, but even then he’s still low and the other 6 deserve a lot more hype.

But, anyway, this anon was so real for requesting Lucas because I absolutely adore him (the series did him SO RIGHT). So, hopefully, I did him right here too :)

『••✎••』

“Hey, Bucko!”

You turned around at the sound of that voice. It was loud and obnoxious, as usual, but you could never help but grin when you heard it.

That was, after all, the voice of Lucas Lee.

Lucas Lee was your current colleague on set. He was in the big leagues, an A-lister, a celebrity. The two of you had only just met a few weeks ago, and since then, you had both taken quite a shine to one another.

It wasn't surprising to you. You have always had a way with people, especially famous ones. Maybe it was your personality. Or maybe you were just so used to them by now that nothing fazed you anymore. You were currently on set for a new movie, and you had already worked on two other movies and one TV series with big names before this.

But Lucas Lee? Oh, he was different.

Maybe it was because you were the same age. Maybe it was the fact that he had such an easygoing personality.

Maybe it was how hot he was.

Yeah, he was totally hot. You didn't like to admit that. It was embarrassing and cliché and unprofessional and-

No, who were you kidding? You totally thought Lucas Lee was hot.

It was hard not to, really. The way he smiled, the way he talked, the way his eyes seemed to be laughing even when his mouth was. Not to mention, the boy was tall and buff as hell. You had no idea what kind of workouts he did, but they were definitely paying off.

You were so engrossed in your thoughts you didn’t realize how he stormed over to you and your friend until he was standing right in front of you, hands on his hips.

"Um, hi," you said, smiling shyly at him.

He didn’t bat an eye towards you. Instead, he looked down at your friend. "Is there… a problem here?" he asked.

It was then you noticed his posture, how he was practically towering over your friend, who was now shrinking back, trying to look small.

You frowned.

What was going on?

"Well, I-" your friend started, but he was immediately cut off.

"Listen, dude, I'm a professional, you know," Lucas said, a dangerous tone to his voice. "I've been doing this for years, and I don't appreciate a little no-name rookie trying to hammer down on my girl like that."

"Wait, what?" you said.

"Your... girl?" your friend said.

You and your friend glanced at each other before looking back up at Lucas, confused.

Lucas, though, didn't seem to notice the looks on your faces or how you had spoken.

“You don't think I know your type? Harassment. That's what it is. Harassment pure and simple. And it's not gonna fly, you hear me? You've been warned."

You looked at him, your eyes wide, and your mouth open, too, but nothing came out. You had no idea what the hell was going on.

And then, you watched as your friend took a step forward. "Wait a second, dude. I wasn't harassing her," he said. "She's my friend, I was just helping rehearse some of her lines—”

Lucas interrupted him. "You were touching her arm."

"I was just—"

"And she was looking down."

"Yeah, but—"

"She was obviously uncomfortable!"

“Actually, I wasn’t…” You tried to say something, but no one heard you.

"Dude, she wasn't looking down. She was looking at the script!"

"So, what? Are you calling her a liar?"

Lucas was glaring at your friend. His expression was fierce, and his muscles were tense, his fists balled up tightly. He looked like he was ready to punch someone. It was a scary sight, to say the least.

You could feel the tension in the air, and your stomach twisted in knots. This wasn’t good.

Your friend, though, didn't back down. He stood up straighter, looking Lucas in the eyes.

"I'm not calling anyone a liar," he said calmly. "I'm just saying that maybe you should check your facts before you accuse someone."

Lucas growled.

"Listen, punk," he said, jabbing a finger into the other man's chest. "I have a reputation to uphold, you know. People rely on me. I've got fans. I can't afford to let people like you ruin things for me. So, why don't you just take a hike, alright?"

"What are you gonna do if I don't?" your friend challenged, and your stomach sank.

Shit.

"Guys, come on. Let's just—"

"What did you just say to me?"

You knew Lucas had a temper; you’ve seen it once before on set—valid reasons, of course. You understood where it came from, and you understood his passion for what he did. But still, his temper was scary, and it didn’t help to notice he was even angrier than usual now.

"Lucas, listen," you started, placing a hand on his shoulder. "He didn't mean it like—"

You gasped as Lucas shoved your friend hard.

"Lucas!"

The shove made your friend fall back, landing on his butt. It was quite ironic, really, considering his height. He wasn’t small by any means, and yet Lucas had just made him look like a small child.

Still, it was a sight you were not happy to see.

"What are you doing?!” You practically screamed at him. “Are you insane?!"

"Stay out of this," he said, not taking his eyes off of your friend. "This is about honor. Respect.”

“Respect… I— What?!” You sputtered, completely baffled.

Your friend had gotten to his feet, looking absolutely pissed. He took a step forward, glaring daggers at Lucas.

"You're gonna pay for that, you bastard!" he spat, and Lucas smirked.

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try."

“Alright, enough! That's it!"

You stepped in between the two men, blocking them from each other's view. Your arms were spread wide, and your eyes were darting between the two.

"Both of you are being idiots!" you yelled. "Lucas, why are you acting like a caveman? And you, I can't believe you're stooping to his level!"

"I'm the idiot? What about him?" your friend pointed an accusatory finger at Lucas. "He's the one who started this whole thing."

"Oh, sure, blame me, why don't ya," Lucas sneered.

"Both of you, shut up!"

They both turned their attention to you.

"Look," you said, sighing. "I'm sorry, but this is completely ridiculous. Lucas, why did you even go after him? What was that about?"

"Yeah, why'd you do that?" your friend echoed, a smug look on his face.

Lucas huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's none of your business."

"Yes, it is," you argued. "You attacked my friend, Lucas."

"I wasn't attacking anyone. I was just defending your honor."

"Honor?"

Your friend scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Right. That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard."

Lucas glowered at him. "Watch it, buddy. I'll deck you again."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

"GUYS!"

Both men stopped, turning to look at you.

You glared at the both of them.

"You," you pointed at Lucas. "Need to learn how to keep your cool. This was totally uncalled for. And you," you pointed at your friend. "You need to learn how to walk away from an argument. You're not a little kid. Don't let him bait you like that. Okay?"

You waited for them to answer, but neither of them spoke. They just kept looking at you.

Finally, Lucas was the first to speak.

"Okay," he mumbled, his voice low.

"Yeah, whatever," your friend replied.

You let out a sigh and placed a hand on your hip.

"Good," you said. "Now, Lucas, can you explain to us why you went after my friend?"

You saw his hesitation. He was shifting his weight from foot to foot, and his hands were balled up in tight fists.

"Well..."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Well?"

He looked at the ground, kicking his foot against the floor. The skateboarder in him was showing, you noted.

“I was over there, drinking my coffee, and I heard what you were talking about, and I thought you looked uncomfortable, and I... I guess I just lost my cool, alright?"

Your friend looked at him, confused.

"Wait, you were eavesdropping on us?"

"I wasn't eavesdropping!"

"That sounds like eavesdropping to me."

"You little-"

"Lucas, stop," you snapped, and the blond stopped, glaring daggers at your friend.

Your friend just rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, dude," he said, shaking his head.

"Lucas, look," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it soothingly. He seemed to relax under your touch, and you felt a surge of pride.

"I appreciate you standing up for me," you continued. "But you can't do stuff like this. Okay? It's not right. You could get in trouble or, worse, fired."

He scoffed at that but nodded. "Yeah, right," he said.

"I'm serious," you said. "If something like this happened, you could be kicked off the project. And then what would we do? Who'd play the lead role with me?”

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, his blue eyes boring into yours. There was something unreadable in them, and it made you nervous.

"Lucas?"

He sighed and looked away. "I know, I know," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Promise me you won't do anything like this again."

"I promise."

You smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Good."

"What about me?" your friend piped up. "Am I free to go now?"

"Yeah, whatever," Lucas waved him off.

Your friend glared at him.

"Whatever," he mocked and turned on his heel, leaving the two of you alone.

Lucas watched him go before turning his attention back to you. His blue eyes were bright, and his lips were curled in a small smile.

"I'm totally hotter than him anyway. No competition," he said, his voice low and husky. It made you chuckle.

“Well, that's debatable," you replied, giving him a sly wink.

"Maybe a black eye would fix that," his tone gave it away that it was a joke, but his body language said otherwise. He was tense, and his knuckles were white.

"Lucas," you warned.

He held up his hands in defense.

"I'm joking, I'm joking," he said. "Don't worry. I'll leave the guy alone."

"Good."

"In my defense, it really did look like he was bothering you. I wasn't totally crazy."

You laughed. "No, you were. Totally crazy. You know, they say you're the cool, collected, bad boy of the big screen, but I don't know. You're more like the hotheaded, passionate, and protective bad boy of the big screen. Or even the small screen. Whatever the case, you're not exactly what the media paints you to be."

Lucas shrugged.

"It's the same old, same old," he said. "People always seem to be so fascinated with me. I can't blame em', really. I'm a pretty interesting guy."

"Oh, yes, definitely. The most interesting man in the world."

"See? You know it."

The two of you laughed, and the tension that had been hanging in the air was now gone.

You were glad. It had been an awkward moment, for sure, and you would have to make sure your friend didn’t sue Lucas since that could get the production on halt or even canceled. But it was over now, and all was well.

For now, at least.

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[theodorecanaryhood]

The coffee shop guy & the Red Hood: part X

Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Arkhamverse Jason Todd

Warning: some language and sexual references.

Marriage was far from Jason’s mind when he first reached adulthood, marriage was never something Jason was aware of the would get.

Alas, here he is sitting with a silver band around his left ring finger. You smiling slightly opposite him as you saw the waiter coming with your food.

‘Babe, foods here’ you announced as Jason snapped out of his day dream.

Jason was day dreaming a lot lately, mostly about you. Jason never admitted that you were constantly on his mind, but he knew that you are aware.

Truth be told, Jason is on your mind all the time too.

‘Gosh, you remember my ex boyfriend Zach?’ You asked, Jason feeling venom in his eyes.

The shithead that was too worried about his pretty face getting ruined when you were held at gunpoint, Red Hood saved your life and changed it that night.

‘Y/n, his name is like nails on a chalk board’ Jason remarked, sarcastically.

You chuckled as Jason grabbed his fork, tucking into his dinner.

‘Well, he has a new boyfriend apparently. Both as snobby as each other’ you revealed, Jason shot an eyebrow up.

‘Surprised he could get his dick hard if I’m honest’ Jason whipped back, his words were quite harsh at times.

You never said anything as you knew it wasn’t directed at you, Jason spoke poorly of people he didn’t like. Jason is stubborn like that, if he doesn’t like you, no changing his mind.

There was a lot about Jason you grew to love over time, Jason was never vicious toward or about you. He just didn’t sugarcoat stuff and always spoke his mind.

The grocery trip was busy, you put it down to school holidays. Jason was his usual on this trip, disappearing down aisles from getting distracted.

‘Sir, please stop putting stuff in my cart’ Jason remarked to you, jokingly making out you didn’t know each other.

‘Is that a joke? This is my cart’ you replied as the older woman in the aisle watched.

‘You’re harassing me’ Jason joked again, you laughed as you nudged your glasses up your face.

Jason leant over and kissed you as the woman looked confused, you chuckled.

‘We’re married, Jason just likes to play pretend’ you commented.

It was usual Friday tasks as the night turned late, you slept deeply next to Jason as he snored away.

It was the dim early morning light when Jason woke up, it was a slight chill as Jason stirred awake. No reasoning behind it, but he smiled sleepily as he saw you.

Your bare back toward Jason as he moved closer to you, pecking the back of your neck as he ran his hand down your back.

The warmth of your skin made Jason tingle as he wrapped his arm around your waist, burying his face into your hair.

‘What time is it?’ You asked groggy as you barely opened your eyes.

‘Early, go back to sleep babe’ Jason whispered back, not sure if you were actually awake or not.

Dreams filled your sleeping head as you lay next to Jason, your breathing stayed relaxed, Jason fell back into a sweet sleep.

The shower filled your skin as you rubbed your face, your damp hair dripped water down your face and neck, Jason stood at the sink with his razor in his hand.

‘You ever thought of growing a beard?’ You asked Jason through the shower curtain.

Jason laughed a little, shedding his skin of stubble, thinking for a second about his answer.

‘Nope, maybe when I’ve got some grey hair to show off’ Jason replied.

You swung the shower curtain open as your towel tied around your waist. Your bare body on show as Jason almost dropped at the sight of you.

‘You look great without clothes you know’ Jason stared at you through the mirror.

‘So do you’ you winked as you kissed Jason’s back.

The day was filled with usual chaos of a Saturday, Jason had a few nights off to spend with his husband, so patrol was overdue.

Red Hood bombed down the streets of Gotham as he fought the criminals roaming the streets.

Usual ending for the night as Jason greeted the GCPD officers, standing at the cars with the lights flashing.

‘Nice upgrade’ an officer complimented as Red Hood thanked him.

Red Hood had a new helmet and an upgrade to his gear, a suggestion from you as you’d had your few brushes with criminals. You wanted to ensure that Jason was safe.

The days seemed a blur but as long as Jason was with you, he didn’t care much.

Jason held your hand with pride as the two of you walked through the City, your skin like Velcro to Jason’s, he couldn’t help but stick to it.

‘Shall we try here next date night?’ You asked as you pointed to the new Japanese restaurant that had opened.

‘Sure thing baby’ Jason agreed as he swung his arm a little, holding your hand in his.

The two of you ventured to the movie theatre, taking the escalator up to your floor, Jason barcoding you with his arms and body. Never failing to make you feel safe.

Seated next to each other for your movie screening, Jason wanted to see it in 3D but figured it wouldn’t be nice to make you watch something in a glasses over glasses situation.

‘Fuck, that was violent’ Jason commented once the credits rolled.

‘That main guy was hot though’ you replied, walking down the steps with Jason tailing behind you.

‘Nah, he isn’t my type, that Morgan guy was hot though’ Jason said as you gave him a weird look.

‘Really?’ You questioned as Jason smiled and nodded.

‘Not as hot as you y/n, you’re fucking gorgeous’ Jason sleazed as he slapped your butt.

‘All right stud’ you side smiled as Jason pulled you in for a kiss.

It was a deep, passionate kiss as Jason’s hands roamed. Yours did too as Jason slipped his tongue in your mouth.

‘Let’s get home first’ you panted as Jason sunk his teeth into your neck.

‘Shit, I’m gonna bust right here darling’ Jason whispered into your ear.

It was a nice journey home, Jason carried you in his back most of the way home. Playing the patient game, you knew Jason would destroy you the second the two of you got inside.

You were correct in thinking that, Jason didn’t give you a chance. He liked the door and threw you on the bed.

Candles lit the room dimly as the light music played in the background, a playlist Jason had for your bedroom activities.

Your hole was filled generously as Jason never stopped for a second to make the two of you feel good. Your hole filled with either Jason’s tongue, finger or manhood.

It was a night of love and raw passion, Jason make you feel things a man had never made you feel before.

Jason let you spill your seed that night plenty of times too, as well as fill you with his.

Jason’s heartbeat was soothing as you lay your head on his chest, Jason’s muscles held you in place. Your eyes drifting to a close as Jason continued listening to the light music in the background.

It was calming as Jason felt so happy to have you in his arms. All those times he stared at you in the coffee shop and now, you’re his. And he’s yours.

The room went dark as Jason blew the candles out, silence soon followed as he turned the music off. Sliding back into bed as he held you all night, a sleep well needed as Jason hummed slightly.

Satisfied from being emptied so many times as Jason kissed the top of your head, and you tucked your head a little more into Jason’s chest.

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[leoramage]

raining in manila

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⊹⊱ trigger warning - [politics]

⊹⊱ theme - [social media au]

⊹⊱ pairings - [charles leclerc x daughter of a president!y/n]

⊹⊱ face claim - renee veronica pagano

⊹⊱ keywords - [nepotism baby. "asian chick." second chance. "everyone is a ferrari fan. even if they say they're not, they are ferrari fans." flings? "what are we?"]

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highsocietysecrets_mnl pack your bags and rev those engines because this high-profile socialite is jetting off with her father to the singapore grand prix in style! 🛫🏁

while she's known for her passion for ferraris, she's hasn't just been burning rubber on the racetrack. she's often spotted donning ferrari gear, sparking rumors about her passion for the prancing horse in her instagram stories. rumor has it that she left more than just tire tracks during a luxurious vacation in monaco, catching the eye of a famous ferrari driver after his split with his ex who is an architect. 🏖️❤️🏎️

now, allegations of a secret romance are swirling around her, leaving us all to wonder: is she trading love letters for pit stops? 💌🛑 #highsocietysecrets #singaporegrandprix

speedyracer24 the way we immediately knew who that is when that SG blind was posted, its yn, the asia's nepo girl 🙄

⊳ gossipguru4u could never be more envious fr.

racingfanatic_01 lord i see the way you bless other people, but why not me too?!

⊳ racetrackromeo my delulu ass thinking i have a chance with charles because i have the same nationality as y/n

⊳ curiouscat22 girl stop living your parasocial relationship, touch some grass

speeddemon101 girl is taking "live fast, die young, bad girls do it well" motto too much

racerchick22 Y/N WAS LINKED TO CHARLES MARC HERVÉ PERCEVAL LECLERC😭‼️ SINCE WHEN⁉️😬😬

⊳ fashionistachic SHE'S LIVING MY DREAM GOODBYE

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charles_leclerc what happens in monaco, stays in monaco. it's race week, see you in 🇸🇬!

ferrarifanatic23 charles we need to know if you and y/n are for real

⊳ speedsterfanatic girl stop harassing charles!

f1fanaticsophie is the caption a shade towards the blind?

⊳ racingheartbeat DOES HE KNOW?!

ferrarifanatic88 these comments are not it

carlossainz55 lord perceval 🏎️🤴🏻

⊳ charles_leclerc smooth operator 🏎️🇪🇸

⊳ speedygonzalez CHARLES, ONE CHANCE IS ALL I NEED

⊳ instaglamgal @/speedygonzalez bffr 😭

gossipqueen365 monaco, the playground for the rich and famous! 🌟✈️

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yourusername lunch dates ; bon appetit 🥗🍴

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⊳ yourusername but he said hi! 🥹

celeste_cortesi just with tito? nobody else? 🤭

⊳ yourusername and a few guests!

⊳ celeste_cortesi guest list reveal

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yourusername from sun down till the clock strikes twelve 🌙🤍 bisou bisou💋

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⊳ yourusername the dinner date? no but my date asked permission 🫶🏻

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charles_leclerc rain check? 🌧️☔ @/apmmonaco keeps me in style whatever weather it is.

apmmonaco looking great, lord perceval!

racedayrover CHARLES! CHARLES LISTEN TO ME THIS IS NOT YOU

⊳ turn1tifosi girl stop, you're embarrassing let him live a life

chequeredchase the women's jewelry of apmmonaco looks stunning 😭

TEAM_CL16 HE IS REPLYING TO Y/N'S IG STORY! 😭

⊳ curvaparabolica it's literally an advertisement, silly

⊳ leclerclove please let it be, i can't handle him being taken yet!

⊳ sennaforever omg you guys are so delusional, stop it!

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yourusername maulan ba sa inyo 'pag bumubuhos dito? (does it rain there when it pours here?)

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⊳ whianwamos hello, she's pretending again that she doesn't know again 😧

⊳ maxcollinsofficial wait, who now? akala ko ba si ano...😮 (i thought it was)

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⊳ yourbrother lah? please use headphones or at least lower down the volume

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highsocietysecrets_mnl whispers of romance have once again taken the formula one world by storm! it appears that a certain formula one driver may be rekindling an intriguing connection with the daughter of high socialite elite, following their summer fling after his breakup with an architect girlfriend. 🏁❤️

the singaporean grand prix played a pivotal role in this unfolding drama. on september 14, both parties posted eerily similar location shots, raising eyebrows across the internet. she hinted at a "lunch date," coyly mentioning her father and mysterious guests. meanwhile, charles shared a picture from the same spot with a different companion. coincidence or rendezvous? 🤔🍽️

then came september 15, when she shared pictures from dusk till midnight, with mick schumacher's like setting off alarm bells. rumor has it that mick was her date, even asking her father for permission and getting her back to the hotel just minutes before her curfew. 🌙💏

but the story doesn't end there. she returned home and expressed the rainy manila, while he, in monaco, subtly hinted at a rain check through an advertisement post for apm monaco. coincidence, or are these two playing the long-distance game? ☔🌧️

as weeks passed, silence reigned until she accidentally shared a deleted Instagram story featuring him at the airport this morning? 📸✈️ what's the real story here? stay tuned for more twists and turns in this high-profile affair! 🌟

speedqueenracer 💔 sorry, but I'm still not over charlotte! this new twist is giving me whiplash! 🤷‍♀️🏁

⊳ cclovers same it was just months away charles and you're back in the streets😭

⊳ fastlanefangirl now suddenly we know he's getting another girl again. but at least he didn't went after his ex girlfriend's friend💀

speedyspectator charles and y/n, the power couple we didn't know we needed! please confirm this love story soon!

racefanatic_88 I'M SORRY?? WHO??? MICK AND CHARLES???? THIS GIRL IS LIVING MY DREAMS 😭

⊳ curiouscat_16 she's so lucky but she seems like she's into charles more

⊳ f1foreverfanatic let me bag mick! (i have no chance)

⊳ sunsetchasers bffr now guys

racingroyalties can someone please pick mick up? he's going after his colleagues ex girlfriends again 🙄😒

⊳ speeddemon47 it started from luisa, right? 😭 ⊳ racingroyalties yes, but it also makes sense that y/n is in monaco. it's almost charles' birthday and he wil throw a party. ⊳ f1foreverfanatic is mick coming over? or at least was he invited? ⊳ sirhamilton_44 i highly doubt that, he was entangled dating y/n for a night during the race week in singapore. her father is a mercedes fan and has close connection with toto wolff so that is how mick probably was introduced to y/n. he invested into mercedes when lewis was dominating the grid. mick probably had to let her go because he probably had the sense that y/n likes charles and there were something brewing in between the two. ⊳ charlesofmonaco then how the hell did y/n and charles meet? ⊳ sirhamilton_44 through friends of friends :)

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yourusername happy birthday lord perceval

michelledee oh! 👀 happy birthday to him

yourbrother enjoying monaco, huh?

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⊳ yourbrother no, duty calls.

jazzychewter chat, this is real!

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charles_leclerc maison avec du soleil 🌻

yourbrother i am keeping an eye on you, charles.

⊳ carlossainz55 uh oh

⊳ racefanatic_91 NOT Y/N'S BROTHER COMMENTING A THREAT

⊳ gossipguruf1 bro is getting prosecuted if he breaks y/n's heart

yourfather to love, laughter, and many more wins on and off the track! 🏆 happy birthday charles!

⊳ leclxrc16 Y/N'S FATHER COMMENTED

⊳ ferrarif1lover MAN HAS THE BLESSINGS OF A DAMN COUNTRY

chxrlessss16 MAN WAS DOUBLE TIMING WHILE THROWING A BIRTHDAY PARTY 😭😭😭

⊳ thaweeepon_ann man has his priorities STRAIGHTER than my gender 💔

⊳ racefanatic_91 he was multitasking like there's no tomorrow! 🥹 he said hard launch my pretty girlfriend now

⊳ jensxnnnn_ still faster than a ferrari

scuderiaferrari happy birthday, charles! may your year be filled with lots of wins on and off the track! 🏆🥂

⊳ f1fanaticgirl MAKE YOUR CARS FASTER, PRANCING DONKEYS 😭

⊳ girlgossipf1 the way y/n will have to cope up with charles waking up from ferrari nightmares

⊳ champagneprxblems "box box" 💀

lovestruck_lou still happier than in a ferrari

⊳ racingroyalty you're so jailed for that

⊳ speedsterenthusiast just being realistic, man.

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Author's Note: first smau for charles leclerc! i didn't want this fic to be too political by mentioning any politician in here. but i really enjoyed making this and thankfully it's less hassle than the other smau i made (check out the "competition" series - mick schumacher smau if you have time).. let me know your thoughts, hit that ask box it's open for everyone! 𔘓ฅ[⁠ᓀ⁠˵⁠▾⁠˵⁠ᓂ⁠]𔘓ฅ

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created by the user in response to a creative writing prompt. Any resemblance to actual events, persons, or entities, whether living or deceased, is purely coincidental. The characters, events, and dialogue portrayed in this fanfiction are products of the user's imagination and are not meant to infringe upon any copyrights or trademarks associated with the Formula One sport or any real-life individuals. This fanfiction is solely intended for entertainment purposes, and the author acknowledges that the depicted scenarios are not endorsed, authorized, or supported by any official Formula One entities or the individuals mentioned.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for sending hate towards former ‘friends’ of mine?

About a year ago I ended up having a huge argument with one of my friends, and some of the others either sided with the ‘friend’ or didn’t choose sides and tried to stay out of it.

I cut communication with that friend and left the discord server we had for the group, only for some of them to constantly DM me for the next few weeks with threats and insults.

I ended up making a new discord account and social media accounts to get away from it because it drove me to doing things to myself that aren’t very healthy or safe.

Then one of them found my new discord account, and ended up sharing it with the group and kept sending me harassment as time went on. Eventually it stopped, but just recently I learned they’re still mocking me to each other and making fun of things I would say or do. A few days later I got a DM on discord from one of them that was basically another threat.

I brought it up to some of my other friends that weren’t involved with that situation, and they said that they’d harass those people back to get them to stop harassing me.

I don’t know if sharing those ex-‘friends’ social media handles would be a good thing because i don’t want the situation to get any worse, but at the same time I just want these threats and forms of harassment to stop.

so WIBTA if I gave my friend group the usernames of the people telling me to harm myself?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #self harm cw

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Is you're interested in requests right now what about the villian coming a cross the hero by chance when they're both out as civilians and hero is being harassed by an abusive ex and villain steps in?

If you're not taking requests right now or don't like this one sorry for bothering you >.<

“The problem is: they’re stalking me. They think we’re still together.” The hero rolled their eyes. “I can’t get rid of them and I can’t kill them. They’ve attacked me before and it’s easy to beat their ass. It’s just annoying at this point. That’s all it is. It’s annoying.”

The villain crossed their arms, smiling.

“Your taste in lovers is interesting.”

“Not the point,” the hero answered. “I need you to do something.”

“Why me?”

“You look scarier. Scars and all.” The hero pointed at one of them on the villain’s forearm but, honestly, the villain didn’t buy it.

Of course the hero could beat their ex’s ass and of course they could kill them. They could report them to the police, hell, the hero could even hire someone to assassinate them.

Something wasn’t adding up here. If the hero wanted them gone, they would be gone and they would not ask the villain for help.

“What do I get in return?” the villain asked, leaning forward. They stared down at the hero who didn’t look intimidated at all.

“Uhm…”

“I’m no benefactor,” the villain said. They looked over the hero’s shoulder and just like the hero had predicted, their ex was leaving the bakery. It was easy to spot them. As defender of the city, the hero had given a perfect description and as a trained killer, the villain had spotted them right away. Even though they didn’t want to admit this, they could understand the obsession someone might develop over the hero, they couldn’t understand the violence though.

Which was…ironic.

Exactly two minutes had gone by since the hero had stopped and begged the villain to help them. With scary preciseness, the ex had managed to spend those two minutes and not a single second more in that bakery. They looked easy enough to take down but the villain was aware that they were still in public. Causing a scene could reveal their identity, despite the crowded street.

Scanning the ex’s body with their eyes, they recognised physical weaknesses the villain could take advantage of. They couldn’t help but compare themselves to the hero’s ex. And yet, they couldn’t blame the hero for not being in love with a killer either. Brushing their own insecurities aside, the villain looked back at the hero.

Apparently, they read the villain’s gaze. The hero’s whole body seemingly sank in and they took a step back from the villain. It left them to ask themselves what would’ve happened if they hadn’t.

Was it a pride thing? Was their ex stronger than the hero and they didn’t want to admit it? No, ridiculous.

The ex didn’t look impressed when they came towards the two. Their gaze drifted to the hero, definitely toxic and totally pathetic, demanding answers but the hero only stared at the ground.

“Who are you?” the ex asked the villain. The latter’s brows knitted together.

“We’re having an affair.” The hero’s eyes widened and they stared at the villain, completely terrified. Quickly, the villain regretted their choice of words. Messing around with the hero’s ex was supposed to be fun but they were genuinely horrifying the hero. They had never seen the hero like this. Pale, eyes wide open, picking at their nails until they were bleeding.

Without thinking about it, they grabbed the hero’s arm gently and pulled them towards themselves.

“Excuse me?” the ex sneered. “Who do you think you are?”

“I’m their lover,” the villain said. “You should go now.”

They could feel the poor hero shake against them and the villain realised they had fucked up. It was now or never. If the ex got away, the hero would pay for it.

“Babe, come with me,” they said and their gaze bored into the hero. “We’re going home.”

“Don’t be dumb now,” the villain warned. They saw how close the ex got, that they wanted to reach out and grab the hero. They scoffed, they were pissed and it only motivated the villain further.

“I told you, we’re going home,” they insisted but the villain felt the hero’s grip in their jacket. That’s all it is. It’s annoying.

The villain could only sigh as the ex reached out to grab their “lover.” The villain caught their wrist easily and pushed themselves in front of the hero, squeezing flesh, muscle and bone. Funnily, the ex tried to stay tough but the villain could see the façade cracking. They were in incredible pain but to outsiders it probably looked like an awkward handshake.

The villain leaned forward.

“I will find out what you did to them,” the villain whispered into the ex’s ear. “And I promise you will regret it.”

They pulled back, still holding the other’s wrist and smiled.

“I’m very pleased to meet you,” they purred. They put more strength into their grip. “Very pleased.”

They didn’t stop until the ex’s wrist made a horrible crack and from that day on, the hero stayed quite happily at the villain’s apartment.

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