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brairslair · 10 months ago

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just thinking abt relationship dynamics with the op boys <33

EVERYONE IS 18+ (minors dni)

a/n: currently have one piece brain rot and it is consuming me so here’s this! fem!reader and very suggestive + mentions sex, but no actual smut. NOT PROOFREAD 🙏🏻

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“of course i’m serious”

luffy:

in usual luffy fashion, one of your very first interactions ends with him trying to convince you to join his pirate crew

at first you’re hesitant, rightfully so, having just met the guy

however, you’re quickly persuaded by his happy-go-lucky personality and loyalty to his crew

after finally joining the crew yourself, your relationship with luffy gradually melts from just being friendly crew mates to being so close that you would put your life on the line for him at a moment’s notice

he seems to have that effect on people

while you grow close with all of the strawhats, your relationship with luffy is different

within a few months you already feel like you’ve known him your entire life

the two of you never have a dull moment together

while you love to entertain his antics, you also know when to stay level headed and keep him grounded

and while your work ethic is always valued on the ship, luffy can always get you to relax and have a good laugh when you need a break

eventually the two of you start to literally finish each other’s sentences, and it freaks everyone else out every time

you balance each other out perfectly

the two of you can talk and laugh for hours and not get tired of each other’s company

definitely tries to teach you a little portuguese but does not have the patience

you guys have friendship bracelets and he never takes his off

over the years, your relationship begins to grow from best friends to something more

you notice the shift far before luffy does

luffy picks up on little changes, like the weird tingly feeling he gets in his stomach when he makes you laugh

he doesn’t really think much of it though and brushes it off

probably assumes he’s just hungry…

in fact, luffy probably doesn’t really comprehend his feelings until someone spells it out for him, but in his head it doesn’t really change anything

you’ve always been his go to, and that won’t change now

the shift from platonic to romantic is gradual, natural, and if you ask robin, entirely inevitable

(she predicted this from the very beginning when the crew met you in your hometown)

he’s confident and honest with you in sharing the way he feels once he comes to the realization, and you allow him the same courtesy

he doesn’t feel any reason to hide or be embarrassed about his feelings

to him, being your boyfriend just means being your best friend except better because you get to hold hands and kiss and stuff

nothing is awkward when you start dating

it just feels right

he’s always been a very touchy person, even before you started dating

now that you’re together though, he loves cuddling

sleeping just isn’t as comfy anymore if he isn’t laying on you

definitely bites you sometimes and he says it’s because you’re so awesome that he doesn’t know what else to do with himself

he holds your hand all the time and likes to swing them back and forth when you walk together

he also likes to carry you on his shoulders because it makes you laugh

he doesn’t really use pet names for you often, if at all, but he really likes it when you use them for him

will, however, give you absolutely ridiculous nicknames that he finds cute

he has obviously never had a girlfriend before you

he wasn’t really concerned with romance or sex at all actually until you

you definitely have to teach him a lot

like what you’d like to do on dates

and how to kiss

luffy didn’t really understand the appeal of kissing, but you seemed to want to do it so he figured he’d give it a try

after kissing you for the first time he can’t get enough

definitely understands now

a super messy kisser (ofc)

gets giddy when you smile or laugh into his kisses

he smiles into your kisses a lot himself because he’s just so happy to be with you

you also have to teach him about the concept of pda and public etiquette, because otherwise he just does not care and will literally start making out with you in front of the entire crew simply because he wants to kiss you

sex is of course also very new to luffy, and like kissing, he does not understand the appeal until you test the waters with him and his mind is blown

he didn’t realize it would be so fun

it’s almost always sloppy, but he’s very attentive to your requests and desires

he takes in everything you teach him and improves upon it, because he loves making you happy more than anything

kind of a little shit sometimes though because he definitely overstimulates you without even realizing it

never intentionally mean though, but can be a huge tease entirely by accident

loves giving you pretty things he finds like rocks, shells, and any cool trinkets he finds laying around

he just gets so excited to share everything with you, and you’re always the first person he wants to talk to about everything

even if it seems as simple as finding a cool rock

other than sprinkling in more couple-y things, your relationship dynamic really does remain the same as it had always been, best friends

the two of you never take life too seriously, and just allow yourselves to enjoy each other’s company

luffy may not be the most “romantic” boyfriend in a traditional sense, but he will do absolutely anything to see you happy and safe, and you the same for him

he doesn’t need to do any grand gestures to give you butterflies in your stomach

you are each other’s safe space

the two of you said the L word to each other well before you became a couple, but the first time he says it romantically is when you personally cook a three course meal and bake him his favorite sweets to celebrate his birthday

saying those words to each other feels so natural that you almost don’t realize you hadn’t been saying it this whole time until now

will willingly share his food with you if you ask, which is genuinely mind blowing to everyone including yourself

if he proposes to you it will be super out of the blue and unplanned, completely catching you off guard

the two of you could just be talking, having a normal conversation, maybe getting some work done around the ship, when all of a sudden he’s just like

“hey, do you wanna get married?”

probably heard sanji talking about weddings or something and was like, oh! we’re in love, we should get married too!

obviously you can’t legally get married being pirates trying to slip under marine radar, so luffy has franky make you both simple rings out of pieces of sea glass you picked out

the rings have each other’s initials engraved into them

after that, the two of you consider yourselves married and the rest of the crew follows suit

not much changes in your relationship other than your titles

he’ll proudly tell people you’re his wife if you do something cool in a fight or someone asks about you or something

but even without a proposal or a ring, the two of you were always going to be forever

zoro:

when you first meet zoro, you see him as cocky, brazen, and extremely annoying

the two of you clash almost immediately

after luffy somehow manages to convince you to join the crew, the close proximity only makes it worse

the two of you are constantly at each other’s throats, taking any opportunity to push each other’s buttons

nami often jokes that “the two of you bicker like an old married couple”, which does not go over well with either of you

for months the two of you are rivals, making everything a competition to see who’s better than the other

however, after a while you begin to see zoro’s true colors through the cracks

his dedication to his craft, the respect he has for luffy, the kindness he tries to mask beneath a hardened exterior, and his absolute undying loyalty

it makes you begin to wonder why you began to dislike him in the first place

over time, your bickering becomes less venomous and more playful, bantering back and forth for the fun of it

you pick up new habits like sparring with zoro every day, telling him it’s because “the only way to beat your rival is to know his weaknesses”

or zoro waking you up at the crack of dawn to do laps around the deck because he heard you say you weren’t a morning person once, except he brings you coffee exactly the way you like it, every time

eventually your relationship snowballs into friendship

the two of you still bicker and banter, butting heads every once in a while

but now you also laugh at each other’s jokes

and sit together in comfortable silence just to be in each other’s presence

and eventually, you get to the point where the two of you can share your deepest, darkest secrets, fears, and desires, that nobody else is allowed to hear

he makes you feel safe, and you know you are with him

without even realizing it, your relationship starts sinking into something much deeper than friendship

whenever you’re off the ship, zoro is almost always at your side, practically attached to you, making sure you’re never in harms way

the two of you can basically read each other’s minds, seemingly able to communicate without a single word shared between you

neither of you are even conscious of your feelings for one another until nami catches the two of you sound asleep on the desk with your head resting in zoro’s lap and runs to tell usopp

when you do begin to realize how you feel, neither of you bring it up, too afraid to ruin what you already have

but you don’t need to

your bodies and minds are practically interlinked, bending at each other’s will

your relationship stays mostly the same, only gradually and organically becoming closer

running errands together on new islands, napping together more often than you do apart, sitting next to each other during meals, etc

eventually your mutual feelings become almost unbearable, and you finally cross the line between friends and lovers

you would probably have to be the one to make the first move, because not only is zoro insanely stubborm, but he’s also uncharacteristically easily flustered

your first kiss feels like pieces clicking into place, or feeling the warmth of the sun in the dead of winter

as cheesy as it sounds, it feels like home

there’s no conversation about feelings, or asking you to be his girlfriend, you just are

like all the seasons of your relationship, the shift is slow, and goes unnoticed for a while by most of your crew mates

robin, nami, and usopp are the first to notice, seeing you fall asleep against his chest instead of his lap, or seeing you whispering secret conversations up in the crows nest when you think the others are asleep

eventually everyone is made aware of your relationship when you challenge zoro to a drinking game at a party, ending with you getting drunk off your ass and kissing him before immediately passing out against his shoulder

zoro is not a fan of pda, so for the most part, your relationship remains the same around the crew and on islands

still bickering and making up stupid competitions to challenge yourselves, but now theres a softer, more intimate side to your relationship

he will occasionally do passive agressieve little things to rub your relationship in sanji’s face though if he’s flirting with you too much for his liking

like whispering something dirty in your ear to make you get all flustered, or wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you into the dining room

he partly does it to get a rise out of sanji, sure, but mostly because he loves the reaction it gets out of you

the bond you share is clearly special, and thats something that everyone can see

however, your relationship is much different when you’re alone

it’s much more domestic

quieter

you know each other like the back of your hands at this point, so sometimes theres no need for words

the silence is soothing

other times, the two of you can talk for hours

he’ll gladly listen to you ramble on about anything and everything thats on your mind if you want to

and he’ll hang onto every word

he’s also a bit more touchy and vocal in private

he’ll massage your sore muscles after a particularly tough sparring session

or rub his thumb across your hip where he holds you against his chest, mumbling compliments into your hair

he’s another man who never really thought about relationships until you came along, so he’s quite inexperienced in a lot of areas

he picks up quickly and adapts, following the signals that your body sends him and adjusting accordingly

sex with him is either extremely intimate and gentle, or he’s being a total pain in the ass and teasing the shit out of you

either way, he’s hyper aware of your every move and action

his main objective is always to please you, because he quite literally would do anything for you

in his eyes you deserve the world handed to you on a silver platter, and he wants to be the one holding the plate

neither of you need to hear the words to know that you love each other irrevocably

you can see it in every move that he makes, and he can hear it in the beating of your heart

when the words are shared it’s in the hushed privacy that only you will ever share, or after a particularly life threatening battle

zoro knows that he’s yours forever like he knows he needs oxygen to breathe, but he’s also not a sappy romantic like the cook

he would bring up the idea of marriage in casual conversation to see where your head is at

the two of you have extremely healthy communication, always 100% honest with each other

if you don’t like the idea of marriage he would drop the subject and never bring it up again, content to just be with you

but if you do like the idea of getting married, he would propose right then (very informally)

“why don’t we get married then?”

“are you serious?”

“of course i’m serious. let’s get married.”

the two of you would pick out simple wedding bands on the next island you docked at, stealing away for the day to allow yourselves to bask in your new beginning

the rest of the crew would also totally freak out at dinner when they see the sparkling new jewelry adorning your fingers

sanji:

as we all know, sanji is a lover of women

he’s also a hopeless romantic

from the moment you join the crew, he’s completely head over heels

he thinks you are absolutely the most stunning woman he’s ever laid eyes on in his life

while he dotes on you, you don’t really pay him any mind at all at first

you see the way he treats other women, and you know he’s simply a flirt by nature, so why would it be any different when it’s aimed towards you?

and it first, it’s really not that much different

he just finds you mesmerizing, but it’s nothing more than an infatuation

but as some time goes by and he and the rest of crew get to know you, it turns into something more

you become friends first, quickly forming a strong bond

you keep him company while he cooks, allowing him to teach you different techniques and recipes

you listen to him talk about his dreams, and he returns the favor, judgement free

sanji quickly realizes he’s fallen for you

like for real

the feeling scares him at first, never having felt so many intense emotions about one person before

but the fear is quickly overcome by determination to devote himself to you in every way

he takes care of your every need, defends your honor when necessary, and is always there for you when you need a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on

you don’t catch onto your feelings until months after sanji pinpointed his, long after you had already plummeted far away from feelings that could be considered platonic

you make the first move, and neither of you hesitate to leap right into it

he set’s up dates for the two of you frequently

compliments you up and down, every word sincere

he gets super flustered and giddy when you compliment his cooking

never forgets an anniversary, valentines day, or your birthday, and always goes all out to make sure it’s extra special for you

sanji isn’t inexperienced per-se, but he also hasn’t been with many women

however, he has a talent for this sort of thing, and his movements are smooth and fluid, never unsure

he kisses you like a man starved, gentle at first, quickly becoming more passionate and hungry because you’re absolutely irresistible

he’s handles you the same way in the bedroom

gentle and passionate

sanji always finds a way to make sex super romantic

he likes to hold your hand, and give you kisses, and tell you how much he loves you

he has a CD burned with a bunch of super sweet love songs, and it doubles as a slow dance playlist and a sex playlist

after you become official, it’s no secret to the crew

sanji is practically shouting it from the rooftops

he’s even more over the top than before, waiting on you hand and foot

loves holding you, and intertwining your fingers when the two of you go looking for ingredients on whatever island you’re docked at

loves hugs and cuddles obviously

always holds doors open for you, pulls out your chair, offers you his coat, and kisses your hand like a proper gentleman

also uses so many pet names for you that you can’t even keep track of them all

still a massive flirt even though you’re already his, and reaffirm that truth every single day

your relationship is very flirty in general

he can dish it out way better than he can take it

he gets flustered sooooo easily when you give him a taste of his own medicine

even though he’s quite eccentric in the way he loves you, he can also be really soft when the moment’s right

the two of you can giggle about stupid hypotheticals one second and be having a deep philosophical conversation the next

sanji tells you he loves you for the first time within like the first 3 weeks of you dating

and he means it 100% too

he absolutely worships you and thinks he must have been a saint in a past life to be able to deserve you reciprocating his feelings

sanji’s known since the very beginning that he was going to marry you some day

as romantic as he is, he cooks you a wonderful meal, just for the two of you

he lights up the place with dozens of candles and rose petals scattered everywhere

and by some miracle he summons the will power to get through dinner with you, before finally beginning his long speech, pouring out all of his love for you like poetry

he kneels on one knee before you, and the ring is barley slipped onto your finger before he has your back pressed against the kitchen counter

oops!

the two of you throw a little ceremony with the crew on the next island you dock at, with vows and a dress and everything

sanji refused to let you settle for anything less than perfect, because you deserved to have a real wedding

his vows are gut wrenchingly gorgeous btw

cries when he sees you walking down the aisle

he makes sure to call you “my wife” as much as humanly possible, and kisses your ring all the time

usopp:

you and usopp became friends pretty much the second you joined the crew

you both have such a similar sense of humor, and you love listening to his ridiculous stories

he lovessss gossiping with you and it’s your favorite pastime

and of course you help him craft his weapons

the two of you are basically inseperable

you do absolutely everything together

you help each other get through your day to day tasks, talking and joking your way through them

you watch him practice his aim and cheer him on

you like laying down together and looking at the shapes the clouds make

you sit next to each other at meals most of the time so that you can gossip with your eyes

but sometimes if you sit across from each other you have staring contests

you don’t know when or how it happened, but somewhere over the years you and usopp fell desperately in love with each other

everyone knows how you feel for each other, hell even you know how usopp feels about you, but he’s completely oblivious to it all

the only reason you haven’t made a move yet is because nami made a bet with you to see how long it takes him to fess up, and neither of you are allowed to “interfere”

he finally confesses to you one night after a long celebration for another strawhat victory

you always make fun of him for being such a lightweight, but tonight it really shows

completely wasted after only two shots, he finally professes his love for you

nami won the bet, but you honestly couldn’t care less

the next day he’s probably super embarrassed, but once you tell him you feel the same way he’s SO relieved

he gets flustered so easily it’s a little humorous

you barely even have to do anything to make him a blushing stuttering mess

most of the time you do it by accident

he has a staring problem because everything you do is so mesmerizing to him

you take your relationship fairly slow

he gets insanely flustered every time you hold his hand

he LOVES cuddling but he has to hide his face against you because he gets so dazed just by being so close to you

the first time you kissed him he almost passed out

he cannot believe you actually want to be with him

once he’s more comfortable with the concept that you really do want him as much as he wants you, he kisses you all the time

your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your knuckles, and most importantly, your lips

his kisses are gentle and cautious at first, growing more confident the longer you’re together, but still always soft

the crew thinks you’re the cutest couple ever, sometimes disgustingly so

usopp is extremely inexperienced, despite the stories he tells that suggest otherwise, so you make sure to let him set the pace

when he’s ready to take the relationship a step further, he’s a bit clumsy at first, but eager to learn

talks a big game, but when it comes down to it he always “lets you” take the lead

loves bragging about you and telling people that you’re his girlfriend

he’s just so proud to be with you

literally thinks you’re the coolest person ever

you guys are still best friends even though you’re also so much more than that

you still gossip, and do your work together, and make ridiculous jokes, and are there for each other no matter what

if marriage is something you want, you would have to hint at it heavy

because he is not going to come up with the idea to propose otherwise

not because he doesn’t want to marry you, but simply because he’s never even thought about marriage like that before

it take him weeks to work up the courage to finally propose, but he would do it all “the right way” because you deserve a real proposal

takes you out on the deck to watch the sunset and then he’s down on one knee with a ring box in hand

gets teary eyed asking you to marry him, and cries happy tears with you when you say yes

you would have a simple ceremony on the ship, just vows, rings, and a kiss, and just like that, you’re husband and wife

chopper would 100% be the ring bearer and nami would be the flower girl

brags about you, and makes sure to include you in all of his stories

no matter how long you guys have been together, his wild imagination never gets old

law:

you were on the brink of death when law found you, taking you onto the polar tang to perform a life saving operation

you could barely remember what even caused the injuries in the first place by the time you woke up, but you had never been more grateful in your entire life

you owed you’re life to him

so you insisted on joining his crew, promising to repay him for saving your life, even though he assured you it wasn’t necessary

you stayed anyways of course

your relationship started out strictly professional

he was the captain, and you were the crewmate

you were friendly with each other of course, but that was the extent of it

over time, you grew closer

you started getting tasked with him with his personal tasks while he worked, allowing the two of you to spend a lot of time in each other’s company

eventually your simple conversations became staying for hours after all the work had been completed just so that you could continue talking

you bonded over similar interests and shared knowledge, realizing you had more in common than you initially thought

after that the years seemed to fly by, blossoming friendship getting stronger until you could practically read each other’s thoughts, and then one day it all became much bigger than either of you had anticipated

you have both somehow managed to fall in love with each other, and neither of you dared to speak a word of it to anyone, even yourselves

you’re too scared of being rejected and humiliated, and law is absolutely terrified of being in love at all

he has absolutely no idea how to handle his feelings, so instead he bottles them up and stores them away in the hopes that they’ll just vanish

they don’t vanish

instead they get bigger and bigger, until it’s all consuming and he can’t think of a single thing that is not you

meanwhile, you’re trying desperately to suppress your own feeling and failing miserably

the two of dance around each other, tension so thick it radiated to everyone else on the crew

you’re interactions become shorter, both of you unable to be in the presence of the other for too long before you felt like you were going to say something stupid

eventually it all reaches a peak, and while working in his office one night he can’t fight his impulses, so before he can overthink it he finally just kisses you

his kiss is heated and filled with a million emotions he doesn’t know how to express with words

your relationship remains the same outside of your shared privacy, so most of the crew doesn’t even know you guys are together for months

if anyone does pick up on it, it’s because both of you are in considerably better moods for weeks after your first kiss

he lets you paint his nails and do his eyeliner

gets really affectionate when he’s tired

he isn’t the best communicator, but you’re patient and he tries his best

law is somewhat experienced, only having been with a few women in the past, but it’s enough for him to know what he’s doing

he has no problem taking the reigns, and easily slips any semblance of control right out of your grasp

sex is either super soft and romantic or he’s really mean, depends on his mood

loves having his hands all over you whenever he can

also gets really cocky and his smile when he’s like that is deadly

doesn’t say it often, but makes sure to show you every day how much he absolutely adores you

he’s so in love with you it drives him a little crazy sometimes, but he doesn’t say that

instead he saves his smiles only for you, kisses every inch of your skin, and holds you impossibly close to him while he whispers sweet praises and confessions in your ear

when law does say “i love you”, he makes sure you know how much he means it

he cherishes your late night conversations, whispered beneath the sheets

while the crew does know of your relationship now, you still don’t really act like a couple at all in front of anyone else aside from very subtle things

you always make law coffee in the morning and he thanks you for it with a kiss to the cheek before getting breakfast

and he whispers things to you all the time, just wanting to share things with you even if he may not want to share them with the rest of the crew

your relationahip changes slightly you become his wife

he never really liked the idea of marriage, but with you, he’s open to anything that would make you happy

if you want to get married, that’s what will happen

the rings would be extremely simple, but engraved with something incredibly sweet to remind you of how much he loves you, even if he isn’t able to tell you so as often as he thinks he should

there wouldn’t be any ceremony, just the rings, but it’s enough for you

after that he’d be a bit more affectionate with you in front of the crew, the occasional peck, and domestic touches

it’s usually subconscious and goes unnoticed unless someone points it out

he can’t help himself, you’re his wife, and he’s surprised by how much he loves the new title on you

ace:

very flirty with you from the very beginning

compliments you all the time

thinks you’re the hottest person in the world and is very vocal about it

the two of you literally just flirt with each other like 24/7 but still say “we’re just friends”

pisses everyone else off

you know ace has a history with women, so you figured it was safe to assume that you simply followed that pattern

so the two of you go on like that for months, so obviously crazy about each other that it quickly becomes annoying to everyone around you

the solution? set you up, obviously

some of your crew mates make it their mission to finally get you two together

setting up romantic settings where the two of you just happen to be alone

pairing you up on chores and tasks

they may or may not lock the two of you together in a closet for like an hour

it only takes a few weeks to finally get you to crack

ace is a cocky bastard about it, but also literally bouncing off the walls because he’s wanted you for forever

he fell first, you fell harder type shit

huge dork

can be pretty childish sometimes, but in an endearing way

but he does know how to read the room and take things seriously when necessary

never fails to make you feel better if you’ve had a rough day

loves seeing you in his clothes !!!!

literally the biggest flirt and tease ever, no matter how long you’ve been together

very touchy and just wants to be close to you

despite the fiery passion woven through his personality, he kisses you like he has all the time in the world

extremely good kisser, and enjoys pulling away to watch you chase his lips and try to catch your breath wayyyyy too much

50% slutty and 50% the most romantic man on the planet

he’ll literally be making the most obscene noises in your ear and then say something so butterfly inducing and poetic that you feel like you could cry

very experienced, and it shows in everything he does

he knows exactly how to read what you need, and just what to do to have you a complete mess by the time he’s done with you

slutty waist 🗣️🗣️

king of the knee thing

loves when you give him hickeys too so he can show off that he’s yours

also pretty open about pda

he doesn’t like make out with you in the middle of a bar or anything, but he definitely does not shy away from showing you love just because there are people around either

your relationship is surprisingly mature, and you have really good communication

definitely would carry you on his back, shoulders, bridal style, or just pick you up and spin you around cause it makes you smile

if he proposes it would be planned, but not necessarily traditional or formal

he’d plan some sort of fun activity for the day, like a picnic or something, and then you turn around and he’s kneeling on the ground in front of you

would pick the PRETTIEST ring

he’d also be smiling like crazy through the entire proposal cause he wants to marry you right this second

as soon as the ring is on your finger he’s already making stupid jokes that have you rolling your eyes

would “elope” (unofficially) on an island and then see how long it takes for everyone to notice

possibly making a bet to see who catches on first

once the rest of the crew knows, he takes everyyyy opportunity to call you his wife or by his last name, and giggles like a kid every single time

asks are open!

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cosmicalily · 3 months ago

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"someone bagged the rockstar" a han jisung oneshot by @cosmicalily

"someone ran homе empty handed, someone bagged the rockstar. but how sweet, sweet, sweet it'd be, be, be, just to dream, dream, dream, next to me." - 'sweet to dream' by tv girl & jordana

author's note: "guys i'm gonna be inactive" okay so why are your pants on fire lily? warnings: implied sex (no actual smut, you nasties), making out, mentions of alcohol

You woke up with Jisung’s bare chest pressed tight to your back. “Whore,” you’d mumbled under your breath, letting your eyes and hands wander down his arms. Tattoos littered his chest and collarbone, ones you hadn’t noticed in your frenzied state last night. It was strange seeing them on his skin; physical memories he’d chosen to have needled onto him, maybe for fear of forgetting.

“You got it,” a sleepy voice murmured, warm arms slipping around your waist. He nuzzled his head into your shoulder, and you breathed in his scent. It was musky, with a mix of aftershave and your pomegranate perfume.

You let your finger trace the tattoos littering his torso. He didn’t seem to care; he simply watched you outline each drawing, each piece of him.

You’d never gotten tattoos, nor did you ever feel inclined to. You thought they were meaningless, permanent sketches on someone’s skin.

You suddenly got the desire to cover yourself in delicately traced ink, linking all the parts together that were important to you. It was a quick thought; it came and passed.

“You like them?”

“They’re pretty.”

“I’ll get one for you next,” Jisung yawned, pulling your body flush against his again. “What do you want? Or do you want to sketch it yourself?”

“So are all these tattoos of other girls you’ve taken home?” you teased, pushing his hair out of his face.

Jisung pouted. “I’m not that whoreish. As a matter of fact, I haven’t gotten a tattoo for a single girl. Except for my mom.” He shifted his body slightly to show a small magnolia on his hip bone.

“I didn’t take you for a ‘gets a tattoo for his mom’ kind of guy,” you giggled.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t take you for a ‘goes home with a guy she’s known for barely a day’ kind of girl.”

You wrinkled your nose a little. You didn’t take yourself for that kind of girl either, but here you were. And it wasn’t like you regretted your decisions either, though you were beginning to regret that final round of beer pong. Of course Jeongin’s terrible coordination had only worked in his favour when alcohol was involved.

Oh well. Maybe it was worth it. You’d ended up with a pretty boy, his arms around your waist, pressing kisses into your shoulder.

You could be in worse situations.

Your dark hair was in a messy braid, one you remembered Jisung putting it in for you. Your makeup was on his pillowcase, and your eyeliner smudged. You hadn’t brushed your teeth, and your mouth still tasted like alcohol, sour gummy worms, and him.

He didn’t care. He pulled you in by the nape of your neck, just like you’d remembered he had before you’d fallen asleep, and pressed a soft kiss onto your lips.

It wasn’t worth it, was it?

He wasn’t going to stay.

They were on tour.

He’d leave you behind.

Your mind clearly didn’t comprehend these thoughts. You found yourself kissing back, running your tongue over his bottom lip.

His fingers played with the soft hairs at the back of your neck.

You’d known him all of twenty-four hours.

He was barely doing anything. His kisses were soft and sweet, occasionally accompanied with a soft mumble of incoherent words against the lips. You shoved your face into his shoulder, and he continued pressing kisses into your collarbone.

It was the way he could so easily make you fall for him,

Even though you knew that tomorrow, he might not be there.

You pulled away from him, and Jisung stared at you in confusion, lips glossy, eyes wide.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, looking at you worriedly. “I’m sorry. It’s probably too much. If you want to go home now, you can. I can drive you home or walk you or you could go by yourself if you don’t want me to-”

“No, it’s not that. Can I draw my tattoo on you?”

His eyes softened and he nodded excitedly. He rolled over, his lower body tangled in the sheets, and retrieved a Sharpie from somewhere beside his bed. You didn’t question why it might be there. You didn’t question a lot of things about him.

He laid down on his back, and you sat down on his lower stomach, hair falling in your eyes as you drew a design on his collarbone. You weren’t exactly sure what it was initially, but Jisung encouraged you to just sketch whatever came to mind. So you did.

A black cat, a pair of cherries. A small guitar pick.

As the black marker outlined illustrations on Jisung’s skin, he stared up at you, eyes full of stars.

Oh, there weren’t even words to describe how mesmerising you were to him. As he took you in, all of you, his heart would beat a little faster. And those lyrics he’d write frantically in his notebook, the words that would melt off his tongue so seamlessly when he sang?

Gone. Traceless when you were within some kind, any kind of proximity.

You did all that to him, something so intentionless. In the way you breathed, the way your bangs fell in front of your eyes no matter how many times you tucked them back agitatedly. In the way you bit your lip in concentration as you traced and coloured and dotted, until at last, you were satisfied.

Once the cap was on the Sharpie, Jisung gently but firmly tugged your body down on top of his, hands resting on your hips.

“You should come with me,” he mumbled into your ear. “On tour.”

You’d known Han Jisung for all of twenty-four hours,

And yet you found yourself answering him with a kiss.

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writesick-lover · 16 days ago

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Hiiii,,

Could you write something for bob? Anything. I really enjoyed ‘cry baby’ if that helps.

All the best

A/n: Hiii! I was waiting for the moment when I finally get the kick to write to Bob and this was it! I actually got a bunch of ideas, but in the end I settled for this! Hope it was worth the wait - I do plan to share other tropes for Bob as well... maybe in a Cry baby universe? ;) But for now, ENJOY!

That’s my wife

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x fem!reader

⤞ My masterlist ⤝

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It was crowded in Hard Deck, as it was every Friday night. Bob usually didn't mind, always staying close to his group by the pool, but today was different. All of a sudden, he felt annoyed by the pushing bodies, making it hard for him to see the entrance of the bar. Because today was not an ordinary night at the pub. Something special was happening for Robert Floyd, thanks to special someone about to make an appearance.

And just as he thought about her, he manifested her presence into the bar.

Bob would recognize his wife anywhere. Even in a totally packed Hard Deck, where he probably wouldn't be able to find his own mother. She made her way through those sweaty bodies, her 'excuse me's and 'thank you's flowing through his ears like a melody.

Bob started to look for a place to put his beer to for the time, ready to meet the girl of his dreams at the bar just like they agreed to. When he finally found a small space under the window, he heard a loud whistle. His head snapped.

"And who is this pretty lady," Hangman's voice made the whole company turn as he gazed towards the bar. "Ha, Hangman," Rooster joined him at the staring contest, nudging his ribs. "You can bet, she wouldn't go for a guy like you," he grinned, seeing Jack's shocked face. "A guy like me?" He repeated. "Then what are you? A trashcan?" He retorted, wiping the smile from Rooster's lips in a second.

Bob gulped. He followed the direction in which the two were looking.

His body froze on the spot, trying to figure out what to do. They were eyeing her. She was beautiful, as always. It was these moments, when Bob couldn't comprehend his own luck. His right hand traveled to his left, subconsciously playing with the ring on his finger. Well, shit.

"You're just worried she wouldn't go for a trashcan like you," Hangman provoked and everyone could only watch with a small smile how quickly Bradshaw took the bait. "We'll see about that," and with that, he was on his way to the center of the room, Jake Seresin right at his heels.

Bob was too stunned to do anything. Something in him started to burn, eating him from the inside, pinching every corner of his heart. But he just kept on twisting the golden ring, not noticing the questioning look Phoenix gave him. Her face twisted in surprise at first, connecting the dots pretty quick despite the silence from her best friend. But then she was right beside Bob, nudging his shoulder a little.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "She's got the same ring on her finger," Bob only managed to nod. Natasha's face brightened. "Congrats," she gave him a smile and Bob shared the enthusiasm with a small lift of the corners of his mouth. "Yeah," he said, finally picking up the courage to take a step forward. "I told her about you, although I wish this wasn't the way they meet for the first time," Natasha caught his arm in his motion.

"Hold on," she said, nodding towards the three at the bar. "I wanna see this,"

"Hey there," Rooster went all out. His huge frame surely made an entrance for him, but an additional smile and a confident greet couldn't hurt. And beside that, chicks are digging his deep voice.

Before you even got to turn around, another man was standing beside him, his smile brighter as ever. You eyed them both, with Hangman pushing Rooster to the side and stepping forward. "Is he annoying you? I can take care of him for you," Hangman cooed, not noticing your slight lean backwards, away from the two peacocks in front of you. It took you a while to recognize them, but after a few seconds, it was unmistakable who these two were. You knew them from a photo of the whole group Bob was showing you after he got back from his mission. You weren't sure if you were supposed to laugh or cry. Who would have thought you would meet like this?

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"That's Hangman" Bob pointed at a handsome pilot with a smile that shined with bright white teeth. "Avoid him at all cost," he looked at you, his eyes completely serious, which only made you burst into a fit of laughter. "I'm serious," he said, the corners of his mouth tugged upwards. "I can see that," you breathed, your hands travelling to his back and rubbing it reassuringly. "But noted," your kiss tickled Bob's cheek, spreading a tint of pink across his face.

"And this is?" you pointed to a tall man with a stache, his big arm hugging your husband around the shoulders. "Oh, that's Rooster," Bob's eyes softened. "And this is Nat, right?" you exclaimed, pointing at the woman hugged by Rooster from the other side. "Yeah, that's her," you two shared a smile as you watched Bob slide his fingers across the photo. "I can't wait to meet them," you said softly into the warm morning and Bob couldn't help but smile sweetly. "They mean a lot to me," he whispered back, gulping. "I know," you turned his face towards you before pecking his lips, both of you falling into a calm silence of comfort with each other.

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You slightley stretched upwards, trying to look past the men's broad shoulders that bumped to each other, trying to push the other out of the way. Your husband was nowhere to be seen and although you were quite enthusiastic to meet his crew, enthusiasim was pretty far from what you were feeling now. You watched the two glaring at each other and you bit back a smile. If only they knew.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Rooster pushed forward, making Hangman stumble back. "Get in line, chicken," Hangman grabbed his shoulder, forcing himself next to you instead of Rooster. "Boys, I hate to say this-" you began, your fingers falling on the ring on your left hand.

"Come on, sweetheart, let me get you something," before you could finish, you were blinded by Jake's perfect set of teeth, the photo from Bob apparently doing it injustice. "Guys-" you tried to speak up, but to no avail. "Penny, one more on me," Jake called to the woman behind the bar, who only nodded, preoccuppied with other customers. You sighed.

"Don't listen to him," Rooster touched your right hand gently, making you look at him. Ah, missed. The two completely ignored the shiny stone on your ring finger glistening in the dimmed lights of Hard Deck. You decided to let them go in this one, forcing on a straight face as they bickered with each other.

"They are all over her. Maybe I should-" Bob watched the bar, an anxiety creeping into his voice. Phoenix looked closer, noticing the crease forming between his eyebrows and the way he narrowed his eyes. His hands, unbeknownst to him, closed into fists. He was ready to shoot.

"Bob?" she grabbed him by his shoulder, grounding him. He looked at her, his brown eyes a little lost. "I've got your back," she tightened her squeez and that was all Bob needed. It was time to get his wife.

"And why shouldn't she listen to me? She obviously likes what she sees," Jake retorted, nudging you with a flirty smile. "Cause you're a casanova, Bagman," Rooster fought back. "You wouldn't smell love even if it was right under your nose," you had to pause at those words, yanking your hand from Rooster. This was going too far. Bradley looked at you in surprise, to which Hangman bursted out laughing. "You too, so it seems," he got out through heavy breaths, leaning on the bar for support. "Nice one sweetheart,"

"Speaking of love, gentlemen," a woman's voice came from behind the two competing mountains of men. They both turned to the lieutenant who grined at them. If she didn't have ears, she would be smiling all around. "Nat," you sighed in relief, recognising her immediately. "In the flesh," she grinned at you. "It's so nice finally meeting you," she said, Jake and Bradley exchanging confused looks. "Bob told me so much about you," you ignored the two, clinging to a conversation with Natasha like a tick. "Bob?!" the loud yell of both aviators brought you back to the reality. "Are you Bob's sister or some-"

"Yeah, no, I didn't have you for the types to go after married women," Nat giggled, cutting off Hangman as the two completely paled. They slowly turned towards you, their eyes falling on your left hand resting on the counter. A silence fell on the Hard Deck.

"Whose-" Rooster was the first to recover. "Mine," a bright smile blossomed on your face as you saw Bob walk from behind Natasha. "Sorry, looks like I got here first," he grinned as well before stepping in front of you. "Penny?" he called out, but he didn't have to say anything else.

That night, Hard Deck was filled with the dreading sound of a bell and if Rooster and Hangman could become more pale than they already were, they probably did. "Guys," Bob turned sround, his hand automatically traveling to your lower back. "This," he looked at you, his eyes twingkling in the warm light.

"Oh no," Hangman groaned, rubbing a hand through his face.

"Oh shit" Rooster let out.

"This is my wife,"

Your face brightened hearing the words as cheers errupted from around you - everyone ecstatic they will get a free round. And there was a lot of them. "Nice one, Bobby," Coyote and the rest joined the group, not even trying to hide their smiles. They mirrored Bob's contagious smile, the warm atmosphere spreading to everyone around. Well, to almost everyone.

"How do you want to pay?" Penny stopped by amidst pouring shots, smirking at Hangman and Rooster, both still in shock, grilled in their own embarrassment. "We-" the two looked at each other pleadingly for help from the other. "Shit," both said at the same time. "Well, lads," Payback and Fanboy patted their shoulders. "It was nice to know you," they pushed them lightly towards the door leading to the empty beach.

"I'm gonna kill you, Bagman," Rooster glared at his friend, Jake only laughing slightly. "Can you believe it? Our little Bobby found himself a wife! And I went after her!" he laughed at himself. "Yeah, cause you're a fucking idiot!" Roosters last words disappeared into the night, drowned in the laughter and chatter of the people around.

"Well, that was something," you giggled, looking back at the two men, now having it out with each other, their feet sinking in the cold sand. "You're okay? I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," Bob started to apologize but you knew how to shut him up.

"I'm okay. Better even, now that you're here," you pulled back. "And here I was, thinking that they wouldn't like me," you joked, making Bob snort as others joined you.

"Congrats, man," Fanboy hugged Bob around the shoulders, giving him a tight squeeze. "You seem like a lot of fun," Coyote laughed, pointing at you. "I sure am. If only they listened," everyone followed your motion to the entrance, "they could have had some fun too,"

Everyone laughed as you looked at your ring one more time. "But honestly, Bob, where did you find her? She's hot! Do you have siblings?" Payback had to chime in, other boys only agreeing with his statement and awaiting your answer. You only shook your head, earning a few groans from the group. "No wonder she got those two out of their minds," Natasha smirked.

"Yeah," Robert's eyes fell to the floor, suddenly feeling overwhelmed from the compliments. A sheepish smile spread on his face.

That's my wife

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kikidoul · 21 days ago

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── STRESS RELIEVER.

ヾ(´︶`♡)ﾉ 이희승 x fem! reader content established relationship ᥫ᭡ warning not proofread explicit sexual content petnames used praising kink fingering pussy eating face sitting service dom! hee lmk if i miss anything else . . .!? 1380 — mlist. req

note. if you can't tell by now, i cannot come up with titles for the life of me. i kinda like how this is so hopefully you guys like it <3 taglist. @tfwbluu @hoonstqr @riqomi

No matter how long you stared at the screen of your laptop, the cursor blinking at equal intervals with text after text of words filling the screen, your mind couldn’t comprehend what you were reading anymore. It was like your mind had shut down, having been working since ten in the morning. One quick glance to the bottom right of your screen tells you it was close to seven in the evening. Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair, leaning back in your chair as you stretched your legs out underneath the table.

Knock knock.

You turned to see Heeseung leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom. “You’ve been here for three hours. You need a break,” he pointed out, entering and stopping before him, brushing his hand through your hair.

“I still need to finish this. The deadline’s next week and my boss might kill me if I don’t get it done,” you weakly protested, resting your head on his stomach, eyelids fluttering shut as you breathed in his comforting scent.

Heeseung coos, hands cupping your cheeks and squishing them, making your lips puckered. “Aw, my poor baby. You’ve been working hard, haven’t you?”

You whined, trying to push him away but he easily overwhelms your strength. “Hee, stop!”

Laughing, he leaned down to kiss your forehead and finally pulled back, granting you freedom. “Alright, you’re just too cute to not tease. I have an idea on how you can relieve your stress.”

You warily eyed him. “And how can you do that?”

Your boyfriend gave you a cheeky and knowing grin—a grin that spells nothing but trouble. “I’m good at relieving stress. So let me help you, hm? What do you say?”

You went silent with Heeseung’s eyes on your face, patiently waiting for your response. “...Fine, help me then.”

His eyes darkened a shade, immediately scooping you up in his arms. You let out a startled yelp, wrapping your arms around his neck as he placed you down on the bed, hovering over you in a blink of an eye.

“Your wish is my command,” he smiled, ducking to crash his lips against yours in a fiery, intense kiss.

You willingly parted your lips, moaning into the kiss when Heeseung slid his tongue in, thoroughly exploring every inch of your mouth. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pulled him down, running your hand through his hair. You weren’t sure who sighed. It could be you or Heeseung when your hips grinded against one another. You could feel his cock poking your inner thighs through the fabrics of your clothes.

“Someone’s impatient,” you teased, murmuring the words against his lips, only for you to flinch when he removed your shorts and panties in one go, leaving you in only your oversized shirt.

You reached down, wanting to pull it off but was stopped by Heeseung. “Leave it on,” he instructed and although you were confused, you obeyed nonetheless.

Your mind felt fuzzy as your boyfriend trailed kisses down your neck, causing you to tilt your head back to grant him access to the rest. He smiled when you gasped; startled when his fingers traced your puffy, dripping folds. You bucked your hips forward, wanting to feel more but he retracted his fingers, drawing a disappointed sound from you.

Heeseung laughed, burying his face in the crook of your neck and positioned his hands on your hips. “Princess, how about you sit on my face, hm? I’ll help you relieve your stress,” he purrs, arching an eyebrow, lips tugged upward in a smirk at your flustered reaction.

“But, what if I crush you?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in concern.

Your boyfriend chuckled, hands drawing circles on your hips. “That sounds like a great way to die. But, I’m serious. Sit on my face and let me eat you out.”

“Heeseung!” You squawked at his crude words. But despite your reaction, you allowed him to pull you over his chest until you were hovering over his face, your thighs now resting on both sides of his head.

“Come on, don’t be shy. Let me make you feel good, please?” He coos, hands already moving like they have a mind of its own, slowly pulling your shorts and panties down.

You raised your legs slightly, allowing him to pull them completely off before tossing them aside. A startled yelp left your lips when Heeseung pulled you down without warning. You gripped onto the headframe while your other hand shot down to grab a fistful of his red hair. Your eyes rolled up, head tilting back and lips forming an ‘O’ shape the moment you felt him tonguing along your puffy, soaked folds. Your legs trembled at how his nose bumped against your clit, feeling him spreading you apart with his fingers.

Your mind blanked out when Heeseung’s tongue caught onto the swelling nub and he gave it a small, teasing flick with his tongue. A part of you was still sane enough to lift yourself up, not wanting to choke your boyfriend to death but his grip on your thighs tightened in warning. His eyes flickered to your face for only a second before he switched the pace, making you breathless.

Heeseung lapped at your wetness like a thirsty dog, his chin gradually getting smeared with slick. You cried out loud, the sound bouncing off the four walls of your bedroom when he slid three fingers in. The loud, obscene squelching sound made your cheeks turn red, embarrassed with how you were dripping. And it was all because of him.

You didn’t even realize that you were grinding against his face. Not that he was against it in the first place. Instead, he groaned in approval, allowing you to use him to reach your climax. He couldn’t look away from you, greedily taking in how stunning you looked. Your lips were red and slightly swollen from how hard you bit down, eyes dazed and misty. Nothing but pure lust was written all over your face. The way your shirt was loosely hanging off one shoulder made his cock twitched in the restraints of his sweatpants.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” He purrs, pushing his fingers deeper in until he is knuckles deep, pumping them at a slow pace, enough to let them drag along your walls and enough to make you whimper out loud.

“Oh god, Hee…a-almost there,” you whined, too far gone to finish your sentence. Your stomach muscles tightened. Your movements were growing sloppy.

Determined, Heeseung switched it up a notch by diving back in. He sucks on your clit, using his teeth to gently tug at it. The final straw was how he skillfully curled his fingers in just the right angle and that was it. You tugged on his hair, trying to pull him off but he was stubborn, planting his face further deeper into your cunt, if that was even possible. Your body trembled from the pure intensity of your climax, wincing as Heeseung slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving you clenching down on thin air.

He loosened his grip on your thighs and you were quick to roll off of him, laying beside him instead. Your face turned as red as a tomato when you saw how he was soaked with your slick. He wiped them away with the back of his hand, reaching to the bedside table to clean them with a cloth towel.

“Well, that was amazing,” he said, voice hoarse and he had to clear his throat.

You rolled your eyes, still trying to catch your breath. “I’m not doing this again.”

Heeseung arched an eyebrow, not believing you. “Uh huh, sure. Although, I think I did a pretty great job.”

“Don’t flatten yourself.”

The moment those words left your mouth, he was quick to hover over you, a sly smirk on his face. The sight of it sent shivers down your spine. Heeseung trailed his hands along your body, tracing your silhouette until he reached the space between your legs. You gasped, legs instinctively kicking out when he pushed two fingers in, your clit easily granting him entrance.

“Really? I guess I’d have to try harder then,” he smirked and you knew you were in for a long, long night.

#── writings #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enha imagines #enha x reader #enha smut #enhypen smut #enha hard hours #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung imagines #lee heeseung x you #lee heeseung x y/n #lee heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #heeseung imagines #heeseung x you #heeseung x y/n #heeseung smut

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codenamethebird · 7 months ago

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God I have so much to say about Melinoe's characterization, and the fasinating implications about her future arc/the overarching plot of hades 2. I want to make a larger think piece with pictures but for the moment I'm just going to focus on this one specific thread.

In the wake of the Prometheus reveal, she has a slew of convos about his motivations for siding with Chronos, and the gods basically all go: this is his vengeance for us punishing him a tad cruelly. And Nemesis is like, yeah the gods 100% deserve it. But Meli's responds that he must have more motivation than just vengeance, it can't just be that. But when Prometheus explicitly goes, 'I'm doing this because the gods are horrible to humanity and I love humans,' she basically goes, no he must be lying. That motivation is both too pure, but also humans kind of suck why would you care about them?

Mel's humanity hot takes deserve it's own essay (Ms I think Humans should have never gotten fire and are better when they are dead), and I just want to focus on the former for now. She can not comprehend that Prometheus is fighting the gods for noble reasons. It just does not make sense to her. Mel's world is so black and white. She doesn't understand the nuance of the situation, and the thought that the gods might be actually in the wrong doesn't even get close to crossing her mind.

It's a fascinating (and horrifying) result of her upbringing. Of the constant state of war and the very convenient big bad that is Chronos, the evil monster who stole her family. If she accepts that his side isn't completely evil, that they might even be right in some (even many) respects, she would have to grapple with her whole life. Everything she believes would be thrown into question, the literal thing she was training her whole life for.

She can't have Prometheus fighting for a noble cause, because he fights for Chronos whose the Bad Guy tm. But he also can't be fighting for something as simple as vengeance, because that would also mean she would need to really think about what he's angry about. If the punishment was truly so unnecessary cruel.

When talking to Odysseus about Prometheus, when Ody's saying how much he respected him for stealing the fire despite knowing the consequences, Mel says that it was the price to be paid for breaking Olympus's decree. To her, Olympus's rules are sacred and ultimately good. Unquestionably. Prometheus broke the rules with intent, so to her, why would he be so angry at the consequences? Especially if he knew because of his power they were going to happen.

So he must have another reason, some secret machiavellian plan that drives him. Except as I already said, it brings her right back to him doing it for humanity, which she also can't accept. Because that would be admiting that the gods did something wrong to humans. She twists herself into knots to justify her worldview, and it's fascinating! She's so messy I adore her.

Please Supergiant please the final surface boss has to be a human pleeeaaasse (preferably a living one). Or at least have one (or more) show up in some other capacity. Mel needs to come face to face with the other side and have it utterly destroy her worldview.

And/or have (Pan)Dora betray her for Prometheus, that would also be very fun haha.

#hades 2 #hades 2 spoilers #hades game #melinoe #Prometheus #hades #she just! tears into her #this girl can fit so much isolated child soldier trauma in her #with a dash of autism and being one of the ruling class to really have it blow up #i adore how messed up she is!#how everything that breaks her simple worldview she either brushes aside the importance of it #or just totally ignores it #ill admit while ive always liked her #i did prefer Zag as a protagonist #but now i think if supergiant pulls this off and gives her the character arc she deserves #im going to prefer her #shes just so flawed and blah ive gone on long enough haha

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itoshiexx · 1 year ago

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when you call them "husband"

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband".

pairings: itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "mrs." and "wifey") (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, kissing, the boys are simps, shidou is a warning itself

notes: hi guys! another one of these scenarios since you guys seemed to like the other one so much <3 thank you for all your love and support! also it's my first time writing for shidou so i hope this isn't absolute garbage.

ITOSHI SAE

one of your and sae’s favorite couple activities was driving around the city. you loved the feeling of madrid’s summer breeze kissing your face and messing up your hair, and sae… well, he would never admit that, but sae loved anything that made you happy, even if it meant driving with no clear destination in mind until his feet hurt. so it was no wonder you convinced him to do just that on that afternoon.

after half an hour of wandering around town on a porsche, you decided that some starbucks would do both of you well. your little pleading eyes quickly convinced sae to stop by one, letting you order since the intercom was on your side.

“welcome to starbucks, what can i get for you today?” the man’s voice came out of the intercom, the spanish accent still making it a bit difficult for sae to fully comprehend, despite living in madrid for years now.

“hi! i’d like a caramel frappuccino and a chocolate muffin, please.”

“anything else?”

you turned to him, asking in a whisper, “what do you want, baby?”

“just an iced matcha tea latte.�� he shrugged. you smiled, and sae had to fight the urge to smile too. it was maddening, really — how much of an effect you had on him with something as simple as a turn of lips.

he watched as you turned back to the intercom, “and my husband wants an iced matcha tea latte. that would be all, thank you.”

distracted, sae started to take his foot off the brake to go to the payment booth, but suddenly his body froze. he furrowed his eyebrows, confusion etched on his teal eyes.

wait.

fucking wait.

sae didn’t register what the guy on the intercom said next, much less what you answered. he didn’t even notice the line of cars behind him and the need to move forward. all that mattered was that one word that fell from your mouth seconds prior.

“what did you call me?” he asked, silently afraid that it was all a trick from his mind fed on his deepest wishes.

it was only then you seemed to realize what you said. “o-oh, i… i’m sorry, it just— it just came out…” you squeaked, bashful. fuck, you were so pretty like that, with your cheeks rosy while averting his gaze.

sae smirked, pinching your chin so that you would look at him. he kissed you with a sweetness that wasn’t usually present in his bitter mouth, and you melted at his gentleness.

“don’t apologize,” he said as he broke the kiss. “i liked that, mrs. itoshi.”

it seemed like it was finally time for that velvet box on the bottom of his drawer.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

peace. peace was all you wished for — at least a little bit. five minutes on the phone to schedule an appointment was not asking for much, was it?

apparently, for shidou, it was.

you were well aware your boyfriend was selfish, and that was an universal rule when it came to your attention. considering he spent a lot of time away for games overseas, you couldn’t blame him for wanting some time alone, since you wanted it too.

however, you really needed to schedule your doctor’s appointment, and your whiny boyfriend was making this task extremely difficult. every time you started talking to the lady on the other side of the phone, ryusei would butt in with very unnecessary comments that made your eyes roll. you apologized profusely to the woman about a hundred times, and she assured you it was okay. she even said it was sweet.

if you weren’t so annoyed, you would have thought it was sweet, too. ryusei was never one to shy away from expressing his love, even if it meant embarrassing you and himself in the process (although he was completely shameless, so it made no difference).

“will anyone pick you up after your exam, ma’m?”

you could faintly hear what the woman was saying, since shidou was babbling nonsense in your ear as if you weren’t on a phone call. it made you sigh, and you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

“yes, my husband will pick me up.”

and then, silence.

it took you a minute to realize that the outside noise disappeared and ryusei had completely stopped talking. you blinked a couple times, confused, and turned your head to look at your boyfriend sitting on the couch. to your surprise, he was blushing and gaping like a fish, in what seemed to be utter disbelief.

you braced yourself for what was about to come.

“HUSBAND?!”

ah, there it is. his scream pierced through the living room, and you were certain even the other side of the country heard it.

“thank you for everything, ma’m. i should be going now,” you told the receptionist. she only giggled and wished you a good day.

the second you put your phone down, ryusei’s arms were around your middle, lifting you up and twirling you around like some cliche romance movie. your prior annoyance melted away in a second, and you could only giggle like a schoolgirl in love.

“awww, ya wanna be my wifey?” he cooed, putting you down without letting you go. his nose touched yours and you blushed with the intensity of his stare.

though you wouldn’t back down.

“of course i do, ryu.” you smiled sweetly. your boyfriend stared at you, shocked and bashful for the second time in the span of five minutes, and then groaned when broken from his stupor.

what a little devil, he thought.

and then he kissed you, intense and dominating like only ryusei knew how to be, prodding his tongue in your mouth when you gasped and savoring every corner of your mouth. it was one of those kisses that swept you off your feet and left you dizzy, and he could tell from the hazy look in your eyes when he finally backed away.

“fuck, i love you so much. you ‘gon be my wifey, baby, i promise ya.”

ISAGI YOICHI

you were usually the one to accompany yoichi to parties — mostly galas thrown by sponsors who wanted to secure a deal with some sports hotshot —, so, for him, it was a breath of fresh air to be your plus one on the holiday party of the company you worked for.

since the company in question was a corporation, it was no wonder the decoration was flawless, with lots of gold and red to represent the christmas that would soon arrive. the soundtrack was mainly composed of classical music, and he smiled watching you enjoying a vivaldi song. it reminded him of the early days of your relationship, where you teached him about your favorite classic musicians such as beethoven, mozart, ludovico einaudi and chopin.

your arms were linked as you wandered around the hall, and, non surprisingly, everyone seemed to want to talk to you. of course they would; you were the sweetest, kindest and smartest soul to walk on this earth. isagi couldn’t be more proud of all the recognition you were getting, because you deserved more than anyone he knew.

“are you having fun, baby?” you suddenly asked. the striker finally noticed he had been staring at you for a while as you drank a glass of champagne. he blushed, but nodded.

“how could i not? i’m with you.”

a giggle left your lips along with a fond roll of your eyes, and yoichi couldn’t help but think that, if he could listen to a single sound forever, he would choose your laugh in a heartbeat.

“you’re so silly, yoichi,” you playfully chastised him, but stepped forward to give a kiss to his cheek. he smiled, circling your waist with one arm and pulling so that your bodies were glued.

“what can i say, you make me silly, sweetheart.”

“isn’t that what love is supposed to do?” a third voice suddenly spoke, slightly startling the both of you and breaking you from your little bubble.

you put down your glass on a waiter’s tray, smiling at the man that arrived. “mr. tanaka! what a pleasure it is to see you here.”

“of course! i wouldn’t miss such a party!” he exclaimed, laughing a little loud for the etiquette of that kind of gala, but no one seemed to mind.

“and who is this?” he asked, pointing to isagi.

“this is my husband, isagi yoichi. he came today to support me.”

with such simple words, yoichi’s mind went silent.

he could faintly discern the man saying something about being a soccer enthusiast and a bastard munchen’s fan — mostly from reading his lips, since his ears were buzzing —, but honestly, he couldn’t care less. isagi’s heart was beating so pathetically fast that if he weren’t an athlete, he was pretty sure he would faint right there.

husband. you called him your husband.

did that mean you wanted to marry him? he’s been wanting to propose for a while. you have been dating for five years, after all, and yoichi was sure there was no one else in this world he’d rather spend the rest of his life with. did you only say that because you already lived together? or did you actually want a wedding ceremony with all your friends and family, signing the paper that would bound you for good? until death do us part, he remembered. though yoichi would love you even after dying—

“dear?” you called him, worry in your tone. it’s only then he realized he got lost in his thoughts, and both you and mr. tanaka were staring at him.

“oh, sorry. it’s really nice to meet you, sir.” he shook the man’s hand, engaging in conversation.

while you watched them, you smiled coyly, hoping isagi took the hint.

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Luke would be the type to keep his private life very private so him having a gf only really his family and friends in michigan know so the devils have no clue and i could see the boys always trying to get luke to hookup with people for like a whole season till next season when they finally learn luke has had a gf the whole time

Oh boy, 100%. He always just politely tells them he's not interested in dating anyone or having a casual hookup or pretends he doesn't notice what they're doing. Jack 100% does not help, he finds it hilarious when any of the guys are trying to get Luke to talk to some random girl in a bar, but he will 100% confirm to you that Luke is the most loyal boyfriend you could ask for. I also see Luke feeling guilty about it even though he hasn't done anything, so every time he gets back to the apartment he's telling you if you live together or phoning you if you don't and basically confessing his 'sins', like 'i'm so sorry, baby, Marky tried to get me to go out with this blonde and she wouldn't stop touching my arm and I told her I wasn't interested and I only love you.' Definitely reaches a point where he breaks and just goes 'STOP! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND' and all the guys are just like 'why the hell didn't you tell us this sooner?' Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :) Writing Masterlist

"Hey, C'mon, Rusty! What about the blonde at the end of the bar?" Curtis points to a young woman around Luke's age, platinum blonde hair, little black dress, who's eyeing Luke like he might be candy. It doesn't flatter him, if anything it sends a sick feeling to his gut, a roiling discomfort because only you're allowed to look at him like that. You can eye fuck him, no one else. He feels objectified.

"Curtis, I've told you I'm not interested. Not my type." Not his type because his girlfriend is his only type and there's only one of you. It doesn't matter if 100 attractive women all tried to get his number right now, he wouldn't care, wouldn't give it out because you're the one he wants. Literally no one compares to you, he's smitten, whipped, absolutely in love.

"C'mon, seriously! You didn't go out with anyone all last season! Not even a hook up, you're celibate, man! You're young, you should be having fun!" Curtis knocks his shoulder with a grin and Luke just grips his beer tighter, feeling a familiar frustration at the situation. He spent all of last season dealing with the boys trying to goad him into hook ups and flings, throwing women at him like it was their duty to get him laid. He hated every minute of it.

"Yeah, Lukey, you were practically celibate, a monk," Jack chimes in, arm thrown over Luke's shoulder with a grin, the irony of his words not lost on either of them because Luke was definitely not celibate last year. He just wasn't hooking up with random strangers, because he'd started dating you, because you were the only person he wanted to see, to kiss, to sleep with and that still stood firm and true.

"Just go talk to her, maybe you'll get lucky and go home with her tonight! C'mon, what's wrong?" It's Dougie that chimes in this time and Luke wants to die. He wants to die. Or alternative go to your apartment and curl up with you in bed because this is the worst.

"Yeah, are you scared, Lukey?" If Jack wasn't his brother he'd have killed him already, killed him for encouraging all of this bullshit for a year, knowing full well that Luke wasn't single. But, he can't because his mom would be upset if Jack died...he rolls his eyes at him instead, shrugging his arm off of his shoulders.

"You're not secretly a virgin or anything, right, Rusty?"

"Fuck off, Lazar." He snaps, not because it would matter if he was, but because it's stupid that that's the only reason people can comprehend he wouldn't want to sleep around. Maybe it's just not his thing to have hook ups? Maybe he's focusing on his career? Maybe he's already in love and anything else would be cheap and insignificant in comparison?

"Oh, that's hit a nerve, some truth in that?" The guys are all grinning at him like they think they've got it all worked out and it just...it makes him snap, slamming the bottle of beer he'd been cradling to the bar top.

"No, y'know why I don't want to go talk to some random fucking blonde in the bar or hook up with whatever girl you throw my way? Because I've got a fucking girlfriend, okay? I'm not virgin! I'm not celibate! I just don't want to fuck a girl that isn't my girlfriend!" Luke's breathing heavy by the end of it, red it the face because it is so fucking annoying to constantly be bugged about it and he just wants everyone to get off his back. He's happily with you, he doesn't need random hook ups and he certainly doesn't need his team mates trying to get him laid like they have some moral duty to do so.

The way they look at him makes him feel stupid because suddenly they're all calling out variations of, "Dude! Why the fuck didn't you tell us this sooner?!" and he realises that maybe he could have solved this all months earlier by just saying he was seeing someone...like a normal person, maybe? But he'd wanted to keep things private...

He flounders for an explanation, mouth opening and closing, running a hand through his mess curls like that might help his brain to function.

"I just...it was new and...we were keeping it private."

It's Marky that turns to look at Jack, "Did you not know about this?"

"Oh, I knew." Jack is all smug enjoyment, leaning back against the bar and winking at the blonde Curtis had been trying to set Luke up with. Satisfaction rolled off him in cocky waves.

"Why they hell did you let us shove girls at your brother then?" Curtis asks, shocked, nay baffled because Jack had just spent an entire season practically encouraging the behaviour all while knowing full well Luke was dating you.

"It was funny," He shrugs with a grin and mentally Luke is considering whether the price he'd pay is worth putting itching powder in Jack's underwear drawer or maybe if cutting his hair in his sleep would be a better punishment since he can't rip another set of braces off him like Quinn did.

"That's messed up, Jack!" "Yeah, man!"

Luke sighs as the guys all ripped into Jack, downing the last of his beer and grabbing his phone off the bar top.

"Fuck this, I'm going to see Y/N."

"Ohh, you're girlfriend!?" And just like that Luke knows...he knows he's not out of the woods, it's just that the woods have changed from teasing and taunting him about hook ups, to doing so about his girlfriend.

Fuck, he hates being a younger brother.

#huggy bear writes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes/reader #nhl imagine #nhl x reader

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don't look back in anger

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: she knows it's too late as she's walking on by. or: all the times you have talked to max verstappen since that night.

a/n: more angsty than the first part? a lot more written stuff 🤕 sorry if you don't like that kinda thing.

part one / part two / part three

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kellypiquet: To us, and to many more years together 🤍

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user1: oh my god it's happening!!!

user2: about time he put a ring on her finger...they've already had a kid together

user3: eh eh, eh eh, i just want it to be you

user4: can we normalize not bringing up people's exes in the comment sections of their new partners? user5: @/user4 max and yn weren't even exes get your facts right user3: @/user4 what 😭 it's a cute song and they're getting married user6: my chronically online ass cannot comprehend how people like yn's songs but don't know about the lore behind them

yourinstagram: congrats, kelly! * liked by kellypiquet

user7: maybe max is the problem guys. user8: @/user7 like if his situationship and his fiance can get along so well.. user9: i would crash out if my ex best friend slash maybe soulmate commented on my fiance's post and said congrats to HER and not me user10: women supporting women 💪

user11: the ring is so pretttyyy

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ONE.

The sun has started to dip, gold strokes across the pearly white decor. Around you are guests and heightened murmurs. Of course they're excited: it's Max Verstappen's wedding. A world champion among the greats.

You're still standing there, left by a few guests who wanted to offer their thoughts on your music. Their words were kind and well-meaning, but all they did was remind you of how queer it was. That you were at Max and Kelly's wedding. Sweat beads pile on your forehead, threatening to ruin your makeup; the dress feels heavy, too heavy. It might suffocate you. You straighten your back and take a deep breath. Breathe in, breathe out.

"You came."

Max's voice is low and hesitant, but it easily breaks through your train of thought. His words are just placed out there, like he's not sure if he has a right to say them at all. They sit there in front of you, an ache, a question.

There's a knot in your stomach. This was a bad idea.

"Kelly invited me." Your voice is steady, yet it sounds distant. Like someone else is speaking your lines for you, making things alright. You don't want to be here anymore. Not like this. "What did you expect? That I wouldn't show up?"

Max's hand trembles. He wants to step closer, you think. But he can't. Not like this. Not now.

"I didn't know if...you'd want to see me," he stammers.

You stiffen at his words, remembering the clear boundaries between the two of you. The paparazzi aren't here: it's a private event, at his insistence. But there are others, others who are watching and listening Max Verstappen talk to the girl who wrote an album of songs about the love she could not return him.

A sharp breath escapes your lips. You don't want to deal with this. Not now, when you're both standing on the brink of something final.

"Max, this is Kelly's wedding." Your voice hardens. "Your wedding. She’s about to marry you. So whatever you think this is—whatever it was—it doesn’t matter anymore."

Max looks at you, his jaw tightening. An old habit, you remember, as he chews back the words he can't say aloud. A part of you wants to reach out to touch his face.

It's up to you, as it always has been. He wants to say something, to reach for the words that will make you understand, but he knows it’s too late for that. The realization dawns on his eyes. The past is too tangled, too complicated. And Kelly is waiting for him to be by her side.

"I never meant for things to end like this." His voice cracks slightly, and it’s clear that the weight of your history is crushing him. He takes another step forward, almost against his will. "I asked for too much. I'm sorry I hurt you."

The silence between you two feels thick, stretching longer than it should. Max’s eyes soften at your words, but you can see the hesitation in him, the part of him that wishes he could do more, be more for you. Enough.

And it hurts in a way that you don’t want to admit. Not here, not now.

You should walk away. This conversation isn’t for this moment. But you can’t move. Your feet are cemented to the ground, and Max is standing too close.

"I just... I miss you," he whispers, his voice breaking under the weight of the noose he's never fully escaped.

A shiver runs down your spine at how raw his voice is. Your chest tightens.

There it is. That thing you’d been trying to ignore. You miss him too. In ways that make no sense when you look at him, standing there, about to tie his life to someone else.

You wish things were different. You wish that you could let yourself feel what he’s offering. You’ve wondered, countless times, if you made the wrong choice. If you had let yourself fall, would it have been easier? Or would it have just destroyed you both in the end?

Max shifts his weight, his gaze never leaving yours, and you can see the uncertainty in his eyes, the hope flickering there like it might ignite. It almost makes you want to step forward.

Almost.

But you know better. You can't.

"I..." You swallow, your voice rough. The words scatch in your throat. "I can’t do this, Max. Not now."

His face falls.

You hate that you’re creating this distance, but you have to. It’s the only way to stop both of you from falling back into this mess you've never cleaned up. Writing your songs was supposed to help and it only worsened your what-ifs.

You force yourself to breathe again. "You're about to marry Kelly. You can’t look back at me now, Max."

A long silence hangs between you two. Max opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. You know the truth. Sure, you've asked yourself if your intuition was right. But you know. You’ve always known.

You can barely hear him when he lands the last blow. "I never stopped loving you."

It's too real. He's struggling and you can hear it in his voice. This was a bad idea. This is his wedding. You can feel your walls crumbling at his words, the things you’ve buried beneath the surface shaking loose, but you push it all back down. You have to.

"Don't," your voice cracks. You can't hear anything but your own words and your heartbeat. "Please don't."

The two of you stand there. Life keeps moving forward, people laughing, and you think the piano is going to start soon. It's going to mark Kelly's entrance. And Kelly's entrance it is, into Max's life. For good.

For good.

You have to walk away.

And you take that first step back, away from your first friend. The first thing in your life that fit like it was made for you; never to be broken apart.

It still doesn’t stop the ache in your chest, but it's the right thing.

Max breathes in behind you, such a staggered sound it could be a plea for help.

You move toward your seat, hoping he will not look upon this moment too badly. That one day, in the future, his anger will have left him and he will realize this was your last act of love: to help him, even when it means breaking his heart a little bit more.

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f1gossipofficial: Lewis Hamilton was spotted this weekend in Monaco hanging out with Y/N L/N. They collaborated on Y/N's debut album, even sharing a kiss in the music video for "toxic to the end." Is a romance brewing? And how does Max Verstappen feel about all this?

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user1: oh...max..

user2: oml he's literally MARRIED he's OVER. HER. it was four years ago. why does no one understand?

user3: this feels so intrusive but whatever. why are you taking pictures of them grocery shopping together 😭 let them live their life

user4: i love how lando is casually liking this.

user5: @/lando WHAT DO YOU KNOW lando: 🤐

user6: i literally said this as soon as the mv dropped. Y/N girl you have the sexist man alive as your friend MAKE A MOVE

user7: they have such good chemistry though!! did you see the rimowa interview??? same vibe, they're so adorable user8: so much better than her and max...am i right?

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r/PopCultureChat · 1 day ago hemsworthss

Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet calling it quits.

You might call me insane. You might say nothing official is out, but I think this might be true. As of October 2025:

Kelly unpinned both the pregnancy and the marriage announcement on her account. This is odd: she's had both up there since she made the posts. It probably isn't a matter of her clearing her feed or anything, because her Vogue shoot is still pinned. I looked for the post on her account and it was GONE. I looked for the pregnancy post on Max's account and she was no longer listed as a collaborator. Max was never a collaborator on the marriage announcement.

She's been posting a lot with P and the young 'un, but Max isn't in any of them. In his Team Redline streams, Max is always alone. Neither of his kids has appeared. Judging from the locations on her posts, she and her kids are on vacation in Europe.

Kelly wasn't at the last two Grand Prixes. She posted a story of her watching one on the couch but that was it. Neither of her kids were there, either.

Max has been posting more recently and he's been spending time with friends over family. Lando has him in a few dumps: playing paddle, Max even holding a guitar. Who plays guitar? Y/N L/N but that's not the point. Max is learning new hobbies and spending alone time.

I think I'm right. And if DeuxMoi has anything to say about a famous athlete/model couple filing for divorce, I'm placing my bets on Max and Kelly. Thoughts?

dannyric03: I don't want to believe it. He's so happy with the kids. Fatherhood suits him well.

↳ AppleBiter12: But fatherhood and marriage are different things. I thought maybe they got married because they thought the child would bring them closer. And it didn't.

hamiltons8th: I don't know. It seems debatable. Maybe they're just taking a break. It has been a stressful season so far.

↳ FantasyFox719: Right. But Max loves his kids, of course he'd want to spend time with him. I can't think of why he wouldn't spend his time between races (as he normally does) with his family instead of colleagues. ↳ hamiltons8th: @/FantasyFox719 Well him and Lando are best mates, something like that. I do think it's odd he's not with his kids. Maybe Kelly suggested it.

PeacockJazz450: Unrelated but did you see the news about Y/N and Lewis?

↳ hemsworthss: I did, actually. I think they're a very cute couple (if they're dating) that complement each other's personalies and goals very well. Lewis is very career-focused and so is Y/N. Love both of them lots. Even if they're friends I'm sure it's a great relationship. ↳ PeacockJazz450: @/hemsworthss Lol. I agree. Maybe Max crashed out after seeing that and decided he needed a break too 😂 There was this one tweet going around that was like "Imagine winning in Abu Dhabi 21 but losing the love of your life to the man you beat." ↳ hemsworthss: @/PeacockJazz450 Oh that's diabolical. Celebrity drama is bad enough but so many of the drivers are bops and their dating life is mildly concerning. Very interesting though. ↳ PeacockJazz450: @/hemsworthss At least Y/N hasn't dated anyone that we know of. I hope it folds out well.

ApplestoApples: if it's true that's such a shame. they've only been married for a year or so.

↳ 5_vettel: Agreed. But celebrity relationships never seem very stable.

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[ caption: family first 🧑‍🧒‍🧒 ]

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user1: the one parent?? the two kids?? KELLY DID YOU SPLIT

user2: uh oh...

user3: max what did you do this time

user4: hope you're okay queen!

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yourinstagram: left the door open and this DIVA walked through 📢 "APT." is out now & you can watch it live at my burnout mini tour!!

🔗 tickets on sale at ynln.com/live

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user1: new album? y/n??

user2: BRUNO DELIVERED OH MY GOD

user3: first lewis now bruno how is she getting all these icons for collabs 😭 actually insane her team must be working overtime

brunomars: don't forget to drink dance shower and freak

user4: not him saying shower instead of smoke lolol bruno being a responsible man as always

user5: i hear the dating rumors

user6: max verstappen. did you see the kiss? i bet you saw the kiss

user7: watch him block you on insta user8: two more boys y/n has kissed now and none of them are called max verstappen!

user9: could not be more proud of you queen 🤍 from starting an acting career, to dropping an insane album, and to collaborating with huge artists. i'm sure you'll keep doing great things and no one can stop you. * liked by yourinstagram

user10: what does this mean for her and lewis ☹️

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TWO.

The crowd is still screaming as you scramble down the stairs, face flushed and out of breath. Sweat clings to your skin and your chest rises and falls, the adrenaline still coursing through you. Everything feels infinite, all the love shown out there drowning out your doubts and your past.

"Hell of a show you put out there, rockstar."

Lewis Hamilton leans against the table with your glass of water on it. His arms are crossed, an easy grin on his lips. He's dressed like he belongs here—which, admittedly, he now does.

He already knew about the concert: you couldn't wait to tell him when Bruno. Mars. Called. You. It wasn't exactly good timing, him just finishing the Mexico City Grand Prix the day before, but he came anyway. And dressed impeccably, at that.

You let out a breathy laugh, grabbing the glass. "You're just saying that because you got backstage treatment."

Lewis chuckles. "You know I mean it. You were unreal. When's the album coming out?"

"Hold on, hold on. Don't rush me. Give me a podium celebration first, will you?"

He tilts his head and you can't quite breathe. He says you were unreal but he's unreal. It still shakes you, sometime, how such a wonderful and caring and completely perfect man picked you to be his...friend.

You keep it at that word for now, but appreciate how good he looks with shades pushed back into his braids.

"Depends. You up for a champagne shower?"

Nothing flusters you like Lewis's quick wit.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. "Not in this dress, I’m not."

Lewis chuckles, his gaze lingering on you for half a second longer than necessary. "Shame. Would’ve been a pretty memorable moment. We'll have to reschedule."

You're aware of how close he is. How the conversation feels lighter than it should. How his presence is grounding in a way you don’t often get anymore. Your thoughts are wandering again, eyes tracing the curve of his mouth and—

The air shifts.

It’s subtle, like a drop in temperature. Like something's pressing against your ribs. You feel the presence and you know exactly what it is.

(Or maybe it's the fact that your team has gone completely silent. No more hurried congratulations and squeals in the background.)

Max.

He’s standing just a few steps away, lacking his usual Red Bull gear. His hair is all messed up, as if he got off a plane and came straight here. His jaw is set, his hands shoved into his pockets, his eyes flicking between you and Lewis. There’s something there—something simmering behind that calculated look of his.

Your grip tightens on the water bottle.

"Didn’t expect to see you here, Max." Your voice is even, but it takes effort.

He exhales sharply, shifting his weight. "You think I'd miss this?"

The words are simple, but the matter is not.

Lewis, ever observant, stays exactly where he is—relaxed but present. "Didn’t know you were a fan of good music, mate." His voice is smooth. Yet deliberate. You can't do this right now. Why does he have to show up whenever things in your life are getting good?

Max’s gaze flickers to Lewis, and for a second, something almost like amusement tugs at the corner of his mouth before disappearing just as quickly. "I've been listening for years."

It lands heavier than it should. Your pulse jumps and both of them are probably aware of it. Max isn't talking about the music.

Max’s eyes stay on you, searching. "You didn't think I'd come, did you?"

You exhale carefully. "I didn't...invite you."

Max’s jaw tightens. "Well. Here I am."

It's too much. The weight of his words, the way Lewis is next to you—grounding, solid, present—and Max is just there looking like he's trying to figure out how everything slipped through his fingers.

The air between the three of you stretches, taut and fragile. Max’s words still hang there—Well. Here I am.

You shift under Max’s stare, your grip tightening on the water bottle still in your hand. Your throat feels dry.

"What do you want me to say, Max? That I expected you to come? That I thought about it?"

Max exhales sharply. It pierces you like a knife. "I don’t know. Maybe." His voice is lower now, almost bitter. "You never wanted to talk about it."

His voice is rough when he speaks again. "Tell me you don’t think about it."

You are acutely aware of Lewis's presence, but Max is slowly taking over your thoughts.

You inhale sharply. It's all you can do. "Max—"

"Tell me you don’t wonder."

Your throat tightens.

You do. You have.

Some nights when the lights are off and the city finally shuts itself up, you let yourself think about it. About him and the moment he kissed you. The way his voice cracked when he said your name.

But you also remember the fear. The way you couldn't have let yourself fold—not then.

And now?

Now, Lewis is here. Steady and patient in ways Max never was. Lewis, who has never asked you for anything more than what you could give, who doesn’t need you to be anything other than what you already are. Lewis, who will let himself be just a friend. Lewis...

You glance at Lewis instinctively. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something softer in the way he looks at you. He understands.

This, Max notices.

His jaw clenches, the vein in his neck jumping. His hands curl into fists at his sides and then relax so fast you could've missed it. Is it for show, all of this? Does he want you to think he cares or not? He exhales, looking away for a brief second. Just enough to compose himself. When he looks back, something about him is more guarded.

"Right," Max says, much quieter. He nods, more to himself than to you. "I get it."

But the problem is that you don’t think he does.

Despite everything, despite Lewis, despite the way you had chosen to walk away.

You still...

Max lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. "Right. Because it’s never the time, is it?"

Not this. You flinch, because he's right. You don't want to talk about it. How he kissed you, drunk but so eerily sober in the way all his thoughts came out at once. The weight of everything in between the two of you spilled over, something you weren't ready for. About how, even now, sometimes you catch yourself missing him before you remind yourself why you had to leave.

The fear is back.

Your whole life had began to shift, focusing on you. Y/N L/N, rising actress. People talked about you...and your friendship with Max. What it was. And if you had let yourself feel something for him—if you had let yourself fall—what would have been left of you?

"There was nothing to talk about," you say. It's hollow, like another word could crush it into smithereens.

Max's mouth purses into a thin line. "That’s bullshit. You know it."

You're too aware of the people in the room, again.The way Lewis is still there, watching but not interrupting, not yet. The way Max is standing too close, and yet not close enough.

You shake your head, only able to reiterate all the things you've already told him. "This isn't the time for this."

Lewis shifts beside you then, speaking for the first time in minutes. He's had enough. His voice is calm, smooth, but there’s something sharper beneath it. Water over rocks, threatening to split the waves any minute. "If you're looking for something from her, maybe you should ask yourself why you didn’t do it when it actually mattered."

Max turns to Lewis, his posture stiffening. There's a respect between the two, but spite typically taints it. Now? No malice—just frustration, just regret. Just something ugly and old between all of you.

You close your eyes for half a second, steadying yourself. When you open them, Max is looking at you again, waiting.

But he’s always been waiting, hasn't he?

And you?

You’ve always been running. From what? you wonder now. From something real?

Something has changed. Now you're not sure if you're tired of running or just afraid of what happens when you stop.

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THREE.

The coffee shop is cozy, the kind of place you go when you want to be alone with your thoughts. You're sitting at a corner table, flipping through your phone. Doomscrolling, they call it.

It’s been a while since you last saw Max—months, maybe. His divorce from Kelly was all over the media, and yet, here you are, sitting in the same coffee shop as him. The silence is louder than any of the questions you had when the news first broke.

You didn’t expect to run into him today.

You'd also thought you were over all of it. Buried, deep down. But when his voice meets your ears, it's all coming back.

"You still like this place, huh?" Max sounds like he's been thinking about his question for a while.

Glancing up, surprise flickers across your face. "Max...didn't expect to see you here."

He stands there for a moment, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. You feel the awkward tension rising like steam from your mug.

“You’re hard to avoid these days,” Max says, his words coming out almost casually. "Guess we keep bumping into each other."

You raise an eyebrow, setting your phone down. “We never really bumped into each other before.”

Max’s lips tighten for a moment. Caught. “No. I guess we haven't."

Neither of you move. Then, Max steps forward, hesitating just slightly before sitting across from you.

“Nice seeing you. Didn't expect it to be here."

You nod slowly, unsure of how to respond. "Yeah...well, things change."

Vulnerably flickers in his eyes. You haven't seen that in a while. "They do," he agrees.

It's unfinished, this mess between you.

"I know things got complicated," Max continues. "I shouldn't have pushed you. I didn't mean to make it worse but I did."

You want to say something—anything. But the words are stuck. Everything: the kiss, the distance, all the memories you've shared. They're all under the surface, waiting for someone to make sense of it all.

Instead, you try to find your footing. "Max...what are we even doing here?"

Something like the Max you used to know. He's less guarded, less distant. "I don't know. But I don't want things to be like this. No forever."

You swallow hard. You want to respond, but there's too much going on in your head.

Max breaks the silence. Again. This time, he's more quiet. "So, what about him? Lewis?"

The way he says it makes you wonder. Jealousy? Not that, he's past that. But it's a question wrapped in old pain. He wants to know. He always has.

You lean back in your chair, letting out a soft sigh. "What about him?"

Max’s eyes are searching. "You're...close. Do you, I don't know, care about him?"

The answer isn't as simple as either of you would like it to be. There's a part of you that wants to spill out all the feelings. That you don't know. Still don't.

"He's good to me. I don't know what else you want me to say."

It's not the answer he wants to hear, but he nods anyway. "Yeah, I get it."

The past is complicated, and the present is no less so. There's a peace with Lewis. But Max...Max has a way of making everything feel unresolved.

You bite your lip, unsure if you should talk more. You want to say something that makes sense, that will give both of you the closure you need. The truth is, there's too much unsaid. Unresolved. It's sitting there, loose strings and all.

"Maybe we never had the chance to figure it out. It wasn't just about what we felt, Max. It was everything else too."

His expression tightens. Like the words aren't forming right. The old ache is there in his words, in his face. They never healed. "I was an idiot, wasn't I?" he mutters.

You shake your head, not wanting to dwell on that when he's already beat himself up for half a decade. "We were both...confused. We had different things to figure out."

You can't place the look in his eyes. "Maybe. But I was never just confused about you. I was scared of losing it all. Of losing what we could've had."

It hits you in the chest. Then, the words come out before you can stop them. "Max...we shouldn't leave it like this. I don't want to leave it. Again."

"So what does that mean?" His voice is hopeful, though he has his doubts.

It won't be the same. That's impossible.

"I don't know. We'll have to figure it out." You hesitate before taking out your phone. "Maybe we can...talk more. Not lose touch again."

A smile breaks across his face, though he tries to hide it. "That sounds good. I'd like that."

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did you like this? i wanna make a part three. it's like...closure but not completely, you know? there's still a lot for them to deal with and also lewis! beautiful beautiful lewis! messy max or lovely lewis ? 🤨

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auras-moonstone · 5 months ago

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ so high school — ethan landry

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 2,2k

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: football player!ethan landry x tutor!fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: ethan is smitten with his tutor and invites her to his game. at the after party, he decides to finally confess his feelings.

ᡣ𐭩 content: tutor. football player. fluff. high school themes.

the radiant sunlight illuminated the side of y/n’s face, making her soft skin glow. ethan felt hypnotised, unable to look away or think about anything else other than how ethereal she looked. he should focus, the literature assignment was due soon and ethan still didn’t comprehend any of aristotle’s ideas. but hell, how was he supposed to concentrate when his tutor was so captivating?

“ethan landry if you don’t start paying attention-“ her poor attempt at pretending to be intimidating made him smile, she was so adorable.

“too much aristotle for today, let’s talk about something else.” ethan gave her his most charming smile.

“since i started tutoring you two months ago you’ve said that exact same sentence…” y/n made a deep thinking expression. “every. single. session.”

“and you oblige…” he copied her expression. “every single session”

“maybe you need a tutor with a firmer hand.” she joked.

“hey, if you want to punish me for being a bad student, i’m all for it.” he smirked mischievously

“if you want it, then it’s not a punishment. also, is that a kink of yours?” y/n smirked.

ethan gasped, and covered his mouth in an overdramatic way. “what a scandalous question! where’s the shy girl that walked into this very library two months ago?!”

y/n rolled her eyes and a small laugh escaped her mouth. “you’ve corrupted me.”

“let’s drive the conversation somewhere else. too many dirty jokes are going through my mind right now.” he shook his head. “let’s talk about tomorrow’s game.”

she cocked an eyebrow “what about it?”

“well, are you going alone or…?” he asked as if it were obvious

y/n laughed. “i’m not going with anyone.”

ethan tried his best to hide how relieved he was by that. “okay, cool. i can ask my sister to save a seat for you.”

“sorry, let me rephrase my sentence. i’m not going, period.” she said again.

ethan looked both betrayed and appalled as he exclaimed “but it’s a very important game!”

“eth, i adore you but i truly don’t care about football.”

butterflies fluttered all over his stomach at her words and his heart did cartwheels on his chest. “please come to my game, y/n/n.” his big brown eyes were pleading and she was left defenseless.

puppy brown eyes were the strongest weapon ever created, and when they came with a face like ethan’s, there was no other option but to surrender.

“ugh, fine! i’ll go.” y/n groaned and ethan started cheering loudly, causing the librarian to shush him.

“sorry, ma’am. she just gave me the best news ever and i got excited, i’ll stay quiet now. i’m sorry to disturb you.”

the librarian’s angry expression turned soft and gave the football player a ‘don’t worry’ smile. well, at least y/n wasn’t the only victim of his dangerous charm.

the worst thing was that he didn’t even do it on purpose, he just naturally exuded sweetness and you could tell he didn’t held a single malicious bone in his body.

y/n’s feelings towards him were so intense and overwhelming she didn’t know what to do with them. especially with the big question hanging over in the air—after she was done tutoring him, will he still acknowledge her?

“in all seriousness,” ethan started as they exited the library and made their way to his car “you don’t have to come to the game. i mean, i want you there but not at the expense of your comfort.”

god, he made her swoon. he was the sweetest guy she had ever met. y/n felt like she was back in high school, experimenting her first crush. “i’ll be there, i swear.”

“scout’s honor?”

“scout’s honor.” she affirmed.

he smiled, satisfied. “need a ride home?” he twirled the keys on his finger, and y/n didn’t know why, but she found it insanely sexy.

“no, thanks. i feel like walking.” she smiled. “see you tomorrow. break a leg.”

“leave my legs in peace, please. i kinda need them for the match” he said, making her laugh. heat spread through his body at the sound, ethan was so gone for her. “see you tomorrow.”

and in an act of bravery, he crouched down and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. both teenagers went home smiling as if they had won the lottery.

y/n’s hands trembled as she followed the mass of people wearing blackmore’s football jersey. her reflects were quick enough to grab a seat near the field, and soon enough the benches were full.

she looked around the open space, seeing people talking animatedly with each other and socializing while she sat there alone, with her sweaty hands rubbing against the fabric of her emerald green jeans. she felt out of place, and the scene made her realize just how lonely she was. so immersed in getting good grades, she’d forgotten to… live. to truly let herself enjoy college in all aspects.

the only friend she had made so far was because of tutoring. if it hadn’t been because ethan was awful at literature, she would be friendless. so she sucked it up and locked away the urge to go back home. ethan wanted her there, and she didn’t want to disappoint her only friend. if this was important to him, then the bench was were she needed to be at the moment.

a hand on her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts, and when she turned her head to the side, a bit startled, finding two green eyes and bright orange hair.

“sorry! didn’t mean to scare you. y/n, right?” the gorgeous red-head asked.

shooting her eyebrows up in surprise, y/n nodded. “yes… do we know each other?”

“yes, well, no. we’ve never met, but my brother talks about you non-stop.” she smiled sweetly. “i’m quinn.”

ethan’s sister, her brain screamed, and she tried to keep her cool “oh, hi. nice to meet you.”

“ethan said, well, more like hoped, you were coming. he mentioned this was not your scene, so we saved you a seat with us so you wouldn’t be alone.”

y/n blushed and her heart melted at the thoughtfulness. she didn’t know who quinn meant by ‘we’, but she was grateful nonetheless.

ethan’s friends greeted her like she was one of their own, and they mentioned countless times how ethan would talk their ears off about her.

“there’s ethan!” tara told her, pointing at the tall man with the number 13 on his back.

ethan was always beautiful, but when he was in his element the word ‘beautiful’ felt short. she couldn’t find the words to explain just how mesmerizing ethan was in his football gear and with a cheshire cat smile on his tailored face.

the people in the stands cheered for the quarterback, and y/n joined in once the shyness faded away. then ethan caught her eye, and if he was glowing before that, now his joy was blinding.

he jogged towards her, wanting to talk to her before the game started. her heart beating faster and faster with every step he made. and when ethan reached her, they both stared at each other with love sick smiles and cheek pinks accentuated by the twinkling lights.

“you came.” he said in a mix of relief and gratefulness

“of course i did, you wanted me here, didn’t you?”

“more than anything else.” he replied sweetly. but then the coach started to yell at him to get back to the field. “sorry, gotta go. but thank you for coming, i’ll see you at the after party”

he ran back to his teammates, who greeted him with whistles and playful shoves which made ethan turn ever redder. but he didn’t care about his friends’ teasing, he was on cloud nine and he was determined to make this game the best he’s ever played. for y/n.

the stands of blackmore university erupted in cheers the second the board indicated the end of the final game of the season. the team lifted the star player of the game over their heads as they screamed in victory.

once his feet hit the floor again, ethan turned his head towards his people, to find them hugging each other enthusiastically. even y/n was embraced by his friends and that filled his heart with happiness.

“let’s go, captain. we gotta shower, then you can meet your girl.”

my girl, he replayed those words in his head. yes, that sounded just right, and he only hoped y/n agreed.

it was a little over an hour later when the team finally arrived at the party, greeted with applauses and pats on the back. the quarterback’s brown eyes scanned the crowded room, wanting to find the person he had been longing for two months exactly. he was going to do it. tonight, he was pouring his heart out.

“woah!” the boy exclaimed at the same time a familiar voice said “sorry”. they both smiled instantly when they realized they’d bumped into each other. “hi!” they said, and then laughed.

“you were amazing, ethan! my heart suffered a lot every time you were tackled, but it was quite a match.”

“thanks, y/n. i’m really happy you were there, wasn’t sure you’d show up.”

“you know i could never say no to you, ethan.” she said softly

ethan flushed and felt the courage rushing through his veins “y/n i’ve been meaning to tell you… i know we only met two months ago but-“

“ethan! the man of the hour. great game, bro!” one of his classmates interrupted, and just like that the moment was lost.

“thanks, bro.” ethan forced a smile. then took a quick look at y/n, who was standing awkwardly. “if you excuse me, we’re going to get some fresh air.” the classmate nodded and left, leaving the two of them alone again. but the courage had vanished as well as the little speech ethan had in mind. “i’m sorry about that.”

“hey, no. i get it.” she seemed sincere so ethan relaxed a bit. “what were you saying?” she asked

ethan shook his head. “i don’t want to get interrupted again, let’s go outside.”

but just when they thought they could sneak out, one of his teammates caught sight of him and yelled his name, causing the attention to fall on them.

ethan sighed in frustration, but dragged his feet towards the circle of people nonetheless, he was too good to say no. maybe that was one of his flaws.

"join us, landry" chad said

ethan and y/n sat and the boy shoot her an apologetic smile. in response, she sneakily placed her hand above his and squeezed in reasurance. "what were you doing?" ethan asked the group

"marry, kiss or kill." one of the cheerleaders answered. y/n definitely didn't like the way she smiled all flirty at ethan. "lucy, your tutor and me."

wow, dignity left the chat, y/n thought as a wave of embarrassment rushed through her body.

"where are we? in high school?" ethan rolled his eyes. "i'm not answering."

"come on, it's just a game" the blond insisted

"let's play something else" chad intervened, trying to save his friend.

"guess he didn't want to hurt his tutor's feelings" one of the cheerleaders said not to discreetly, and her friends giggled.

now y/n remembered why this wasn't her scene.

"let's play spin the bottle!" she heard tara said, but y/n was trying really hard not to show how the words had hurt. was it so crazy to think ethan could see her as more than his tutor or friend?

on the other hand, ethan was not going to let those girls humiliate y/n. besides, he wasn't ashamed to show how down bad he was for her. "you guys play, y/n and i are going outside. we have some things to talk about." ethan said with a suggestive smirk and chad whistled, making y/n's cheeks turn a deep shade of pink. she couldn't lie and say the glares she didn't feel satisfied at the glares the cheerleader threw her when ethan entwined their fingers.

"fucking finally" he said contently, sitting in a hammock. "been wanting to get you alone since i saw you standing in that bench."

she pressed her lips together, trying not to smile too wide "well, i was enjoying the view there."

"oh, yeah? what view?"

"football players in their uniforms"

ethan frown in displeasure "players? the 's' should be left out"

"it wouldn't be grammatically correct then." she teased

"hmm" he clenched his jaw

y/n laughed "i'm just messing with you, idiot." then took a deep breath before admitting, "i only have eyes for you, ever since i walked into that library two months ago, there's only been you."

he smiled like the love sick puppy y/n had turned him into and leaned down until the tip of their noses brushed. "i have been pretty obvious, but i want to be clear--i'm crazy about you. knew i wanted you since the very first day. be my girlfriend, y/n/n."

her eyes shone like fireworks. "yes, yes, yes."

"woah, okay, someone's eager." ethan teased her

"shut the fuck up."

"this is the part where i say 'make me', right? and then you kiss the fuck out of me."

"god, you're insufferable. you're lucky i like you so damn much."

"i like you, too. please put me out of my misery and kiss me." he pouted adorably.

"first you gotta answer the question"

"what?" he asked confused

"are you going to marry, kiss or kill me, landry?" she smiled

"i'm betting on all three for us two, y/n." he said, and finished melting her heart.

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jjwistar · 7 months ago

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( drabble ) vampiro ̨ ! 𓉸ྀི 一 이해찬 ՞

vampire!haechan x f!reader • NSFW (mdni)

genre: smut cw: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), dirty talk, creampie, yandere vibes; reqs: open | m.list

vampire!haechan who was absolutely and completely obsessed with you. he's seen a lot of attractive people in his life, but you were by far the most enchanting creature he's ever laid eyes on—which says a lot considering he's been alive for the best part of the last 500 years.

vampire!haechan who would follow you at night just to make sure you were safe. he wouldn't call it stalking as he had no intention of hurting you or anything like that, but just knowing you were safe would put his non-pumping heart at ease.

vampire!hyuck who was a huge bit of a perv. he knew where you lived, obviously. and sometimes he'd sneak into your room to watch you sleep, utterly smitten with you. and sometimes, during your deep slumber, he'd snag a panty or two—he'd have them wrapped around his thick and aching cock during the nights when his thoughts were solely focused on you and your addicting scent:

"fuck y-y/n... wish i was fucking your pretty pussy instead right now" he'd moan into the late hours of the night. "bet you'd be so tight and warm... fuck i wanna ruin you..." after replacing the image of his fist with fiercly fucking into your tight walls, he came in no time.

vampire!hyuck who finally introduced himself to you and was able to get close to you and actually ask you out and become romantic partners. it didn't take long for the both of you to let your relationship grow hot and heavy...

haechan was fucking into you with so much fervor, you thought that you were going to pass out. you're not entirely sure how you both ended up here; your ass up, back arched, and face smushed into the sheets while haechan was practically splitting you open. but honestly, you're too fucked out to care. "fuck, baby, you're squeezing me so good."

your brain was mush; all you can comprehend was the beautiful man hitting all the right places inside of you. your mind could only repeat his name like a mantra 'hyuck hyuck hyuck' god you could feel him in your guts, you could feel him in the back of your throat, you could feel him absolutely everywhere.

before you could process anything next, haechan unloads so much of his cum into your spent pussy. "ugh baby... fu-uck yeah, just like that. take it, take all of it. g-gonna fill you up for days..." your eyes rolled so far back into your head, you swear you see heaven. you feel oh so deliciously full; full of his cock, full of his cum, and so full of his love. no lover of yours has ever made you so loved before.

you can't even come down from this high properly because he's already flipping you onto your back and slotting his head between your thighs. haechan was nothing if not a messy fucker. immediately, he got to work on your cum-filled hole. he was eating you out like a man starved. you were so overstimulated and sensitive, you knew you weren't gonna last. "hyuck... n'more please." there were pathetic tears in your eyes, and they only spurred him on even more. moving his face away from your perfect cunt, he pleads, "c'mon baby, gimme one more. please baby, i know y'got one more."

he goes back to making out with your sensitive pussy; no rhythm in his technique, just desperately wanting to get more of your addicting juices from you. you were spasming from the overstimulation, and before you knew it, you came. you were practically a gushing waterfall and you covered haechan's entire face in your essence. god, he'd bathe in your cum if you'd let him.

"fuck, baby... you squirted everywhere." he had a crazed look in his eyes, and his fangs were protruding; so sharp, so dangerous, so arousing.

hey! first drabble on this account, yay! i suck at endings but i hope you guys enjoy this! :3

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cloudysonder · 18 days ago

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The Death of Nagi

"It doesn't matter how you live... but just don't die before me, you know?"

Parents were not meant to outlive their children. Nagi was never meant to outlive Reo -- he never wanted to in the first place. He only ever came to Blue Lock because Reo promised to "stay with him until the end," only ever played soccer because "it was the first time someone had ever showed interest in a guy like [him]."

Because of this, Nagi didn't fear [Death] the same way that Reo did.

Nagi had always lived half of a life. [Death] just meant returning to those listless days. But Reo...

Reo became hyperaware of his inadequacies from the moment Nagi left him in the second selection. He's been overwhelmed by his fear of his dream's death for hundreds of chapters. Reo thought he was the weak link, that his death would be the end of his dream with Nagi.

Meanwhile, Nagi lived with lazy confidence in both him and Reo. He didn't even comprehend the possibility of Reo's or his elimination.

Nagi had never acted on "pure survival instincts," because he'd never feared [Death]. By Ego's definition, then, everything he did in Blue Lock was out of Love.

Only when Ego had said it out loud did a small fear of [Death] sprout in Nagi for the first time. All he had known before was that he didn't want Reo to die (Nagi was driven by Love), but he hadn't considered that dying himself would also mean losing Reo.

He panics.

The tragedy is that Ego's spiel about dreams hits him just a bit too late. He's always been willing to die -- [Death] wouldn't affect his love. But now... now he's realizing he wants to live for his love. To stay by Reo's side, to support him and be supported. He doesn't want to leave. He begs, desperately, for his love to manifest as ego, so that he can stay, so that he can live.

Many have characterized Nagi as selfish. I don't think this is the case. He makes every decision based on what he thinks will benefit Reo. His survival in Blue Lock has been a consequence, not a priority. But here, we see Nagi finally turning selfish.

He's the one afraid of being without Reo.

He's the one afraid of being alone.

The same monster that enveloped Bachira envelops Nagi.

But while Bachira could separate his love for soccer from his love for Isagi...

Nagi... could not.

Nagi wants to play soccer to stay by Reo's side. He's always been satisfied, as long as he was together with Reo. He never manifested a dream beyond that. The undead don't dream.

He pursued a goal of beating Isagi, after seeing how upset Reo was from losing to him, and he won. He avenged them. All he wants now is to be by Reo for as long as he can.

But dreams like that don't survive in Blue Lock.

Nagi and Reo have always been Ego's foil -- the question of whether Love could overpower Ego.

And Love (Nagi) died.

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pboogerswbb · 1 month ago

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SO IT GOES - chapter 14

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, sexual language, arguing and emotional abuse, ANGST (I HAVE NOT PROOFREAD THIS GUYS OK) Wordcount: 5,8K A/C: SHE'S BAACK, thank you for being so patient and understanding because this has been a long time coming. I'm sure you guys probably feel the same when i say my life for the past couple weeks has been consumed by hoops so i've been writing less. i'm back on that grind tho. in 24 hours paige's last game as a husky will be over and my god, i can't even put into words how badly i want this for her, for all of them. she's earned that natty and i truly believe that we can get it. i have her to thank for all of this - each and every one of you. i love writing and i never thought so many people would enjoy my writing. it's completely transferred my dream of writing a book someday from a childish fantasy to reality. seeing all of you enjoy my writing has CHANGED MY LIFE and it's all thanks to you and this blonde basketball player. i'm so grateful for her and she deserves everything. please Lord, give it to her <3 i love all of you ty for bearing with me.

flashbacks are in italics, as always

Before London

The dents on the pillow have formed a pattern on my cheek, pressed tightly on the light pink cotton. It takes me a moment to remember the reason behind the burning of my eyes, or why my cheeks feel wet. Oh right. My memory soon returns, the tightening in my chest reminding me of my brother’s silhouette narrowing in the airport as he walked away. Perhaps I wouldn’t have been so upset, but it was a hard day. A day I just wanted to be over. My wedding day. Or what would’ve been if it hadn’t been for that day in February, where I finally mustered up the nerve to pack my bags.

My joints ache again, and instinctually my arm reaches for Paige, for comfort, for the person who had become my home. But she’s not there. I can’t feel the weight of her anywhere on the couch. Opening my eyes, I look around adjusting to the afternoon light.

“Paige?” I mutter, sitting up and rubbing my tired eyes. The humming of the AC is all that answers my call. Confused, I wrap my cardigan around me tighter, tip toeing on the cool hardwood, looking for any sign of the blonde. I check the kitchen, the bathroom - no one. The bedroom door is ajar, an ominous sign of something coming. The gentle drizzle outside taps against the window, taunting me.

“Baby?” I ask, my stomach stirring already. The uneasy silence responds again. Pushing the door open, I reveal an empty room left just as I did this morning. Until my green eyes travel to the bed, a cream coloured card placed neatly on the sheets. I’d recognise the card anywhere. Still, before I can think my feet walk to the edge of the bed, eyes welling up before my mind comprehends what’s happened.

“Paige?” I cry out again, my voice shaking and weaker than before, eyes staring at the wedding invite laid out on the striped cotton of the sheets. I couldn’t tell why I called out her name, I knew she wasn’t there. That she’d be far gone, furious. It’s what Paige did, hid the big emotions with anger and a temper.

My shaky hands reach for my phone. Texts from Trey, Lala, my brother telling me he made his layover. None from the person I missed. I stand there, staring at the wall, calling over and over. Must have been five or six times before I give up and throw the phone on the bed. Screw this.

Sliding my slippers on, I hurry out the flat, making up the flight of stairs until I’m behind that all too familiar door above mine, knocking on it urgently. My body works as if on autopilot, I’m not thinking anything through. I’m not even sure what I’d say if she opened the door. What was there to say?

I’d love to tell Paige there was no reason why I never told her I was engaged. That it was just a minor detail I had forgotten about. But considering all our conversations surrounding my life and Jasper, it only dawned on me now that not telling her had been a calculated move on my part. Frankly, because, as much as it scared me to admit, I felt ashamed. Paige thought so highly of me - selfishly I enjoyed it. If she knew I was about to marry the man that treated me like shit, I’m sure she’d never think of me the same. Maybe she might even realise she could get away with treating me like that too. I knew if I showed my true self, she would never be with me. She would never love me. No one could ever love me. This I knew as surely as I knew the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.

My watery eyes glance at the clock on the wall. 5:48PM. He’d be home any minute. I rub my chest in circular, smoothing motion. Like my mom used to. Calm down Zari. With shaky hands I keep throwing clothing after clothing into different bags, yellow, beige, red fabrics flying around the room. There’s no time to zip them up, I had to leave. I knew if he showed up I’d become aware of how truly weak I am. I’ll never get away unless I leave now.

I carry three bags downstairs, overflowing with makeup, photo albums, everything I deemed important. The set of plates I spent a fortune on seemed irrelevant right now. I lean over the small notebook on the table by the front door, tears wetting the page. I flip a new one.

Gripping onto the pen like a lifeline, I scribble the words that were true.

We weren’t made for this Jasper. I’m sorry.

Lower lip trembling, the memories of this very notebook fill my head. The way the loving, gentle notes of a young happy couple turned bitter and violent so suddenly. I didn’t understand what happened. Jasper was always kind, gentle, patient but the moment we moved in together, it’s like a new Jasper appeared. Narcissistic, manipulative, controlling, gaslighting. I knew all this - I knew he was all those things. Still, I loved him. More than anything.

As I slide the gold engagement ring off my slender finger, the sound of a key sliding into the lock interrupts my thoughts.

“Hey Zari, I got some Chine-” Jasper murmurs, suddenly stopping when he sees the scene. It doesn’t take him long to put the pieces together, the last omen the engagement ring sitting pretty on the side table.

“What is going on?”

I quickly wipe tears away, wanting to back down, to fold. I wasn’t sure I was brave enough for this.

“J-Jasper,” I sob, watching him reach for the notebook.

“You’re leaving me?” He asks, brown eyes quickly welling up. Suddenly my heart throbs with pain.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, sniffling.

“B-but the wedding. What about the wedding?” The curly haired man asks, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. Suddenly flashes of the early days, the innocent crush, the tension of the small touches and the hidden giggles overwhelm me. How could I leave this man. I loved him. I always would. There was no denying it.

“Jasper,” I gasp. “W-we both know that we’re not happy.”

“I’m happy,” he exhales, turning to me with sad eyes, hands reaching out to mine. I flinch, pulling away.

“No, Jasp-”

“You’re afraid of me?” He asks, shocked and sad.

Yes.

“No, darling. No,” I reassure him, reaching for his hands. “I just don’t think this… works.”

We’re both crying, my thumbs soothing over his soft skin.

“No,” Jasper whispers, shaking his head. “No, no, no, no. Izara, no,” he sobs, getting on his knees in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist, head leaning against my lower stomach. He’s clutching to me like he might die without me. It makes me feel sick. Guilty.

“Jasper,” I cry out, grabbing his arms. “Please get up.”

“You can’t leave me,” he answers weakly, wetting my sweater with his tears. I take a deep breath, looking around the house we’ve shared together, realising that even with all the good, there was always so much more bad.

“No Jasper, get up,” I muster all my strength to say this, pushing his hands off me and taking a step back. Suddenly, the tears stop, his face changes from emotional to cold, detached. He gets up from the floor, rubbing his jaw in the way he did when he was furious.

“Huh,” he nearly chuckles, looking at the floor. “Of course, you think you’re better than me. Think you can do better.”

“No, Jas, that’s not how I think. I’m jus-”

“Shut up bitch,” he spews out. “All fucking females are the same. Nothing’s good enough.”

I’m taken aback. I had never heard him talk like this.

“You really think anyone’s ever gonna want you?” Jasper asks, his words like spiders weaving webs into my brain. “With your nagging? No one’s ever good enough for you. Nothing is. You just think everyone needs to do whatever you want.”

“That’s not true,” I say, but barely believe it myself. Maybe he’s right.

“Really? Who would put up with you?” He says condescendingly. “Who would love you?”

I’m silent, ears ringing but not loud enough to blur out his words.

“Go ahead, leave. You’re gonna come crawling back when you realise no one else will stick around.”

He’s looking for a reaction, growing more and more frustrated when I don’t give it to him. I merely stare at the wall blankly, tears falling down my cheeks.

His anger is rising, jaw clenching and the veins in his neck throbbing. “I loved you when no one else would. Me!” He screams, spit landing on my face as he does, his hot breath on me. “I’m the only one that ever will!”

The front door bursts open, Kiran panting and out of breath. I had called him in a panic. Told him I’m finally leaving Jasper.

“Oi, get off my sister you knob,” Kiran yells, grabbing Jasper and pushing him against the wall by the stairs.

“Kiran!” I yell, grabbing his jacket but he shakes me off, holding onto the collars of Jasper’s shirt.

“Been waiting for this day since I met you,” Kiran scoffs, keeping Jasper against the wall with ease. He was much stronger. “Never wanna see your face again, yeah? Stay the fuck away from us.”

“Kiran,” I command with authority, finally getting the attention of my brother. His hazel eyes flicker to me, the grip on Jasper’s collar easing.

“Let’s just go,” I say weakly, grabbing one of the bags that had fallen on the floor. Wordlessly, Kiran lets go of the curly haired man panting, back flush against the wall as he watches my brother pick up the rest of the bags, opening the door for me. One more time I glance at Jasper, wondering if he’s right. I wasn’t easy. I was a handful, high maintenance. But a lifetime of being alone and unloved was better than spending each day afraid of my own fiance.

The arena is buzzing with scrambling and rushed footsteps, the media team gathered in the tunnels going through what needs to be done today. Trey’s been talking the past 15 minutes, going back and forth from describing the details of his weekend to what questions I should be asking what players. I don’t hear him, staring at the pale brick wall and picking the skin of my lips. I haven’t slept, the heaviness of my eyes reminding me of how exhausted I felt. My body felt tense, shoulders aching, all the seams of my clothes itching against my skin making my heart pound.

I had been knocking and knocking behind Paige’s door, but there was no answer. She hadn’t replied to my messages or calls, and I had barely seen a glimpse of her as we travelled to DC, and those few times she had been avoiding my gaze like the plague - acting as if I didn’t exist. That’s exactly how I felt. Like I finally got proof of what I’d feared. That Jasper was right.

“And then I thought, Zari. Zari?”

I don’t hear, face blank and the dark circles underneath my eyes visible.

“Hey,” Trey pulls on my sleeve, my head snatching to him. “You okay?”

“Sorry,” I mumble, rubbing my face exhaustedly. “What were you asking?”

He looks at me for a while, face filled with worry. “Uh, just if you got that interview with Satou done?”

“Oh, yeah,” I hum with a smile, though it physically pains me to lift the corners of my mouth, lower lip trembling with the idea of how the blonde was behind that brick wall I had been staring at, preparing for the game against the Mystics. Maybe if I stare for long enough she’ll sense me, come out, and let me explain.

“Thank you Zari,” Trey says softly, “let’s head out, game gonna start soon.”

“Uhh, I need some water first,” I mumble, waving the rest of the team away. In reality I didn’t care. I just wanted to stay behind to catch Paige. To make her listen to me. God, why didn’t I just tell her?

The Dallas Wings finally exit their locker room, one by one coming out in a neat line, making final adjustments to their jerseys or hair. Paige is the last one, closing the door behind herself. Suddenly I fix my posture, opening my mouth to talk.

“Paige, can you help?” Satou asks before I have the chance to say anything, her sports bra strap somehow twisted around her jersey.

“‘Course,” the blonde smiles, as if nothing had happened. No dark circles, no shaky hands. She seems like herself, like my absence had no effect on her. Meanwhile the devastation of not having her around was making me hurt everywhere, unable to eat or sleep.

Without even glancing my way, she walks over to the taller girl, fingers working to untangle her. I stare and stare, but no words come out. There’s nothing I can say. I feel like a scolded child who had come back home after failing a test. My green, tired eyes watch Paige, her ponytail flicking off her shoulder as she chats easily with her teammate, without a worry in the world. There, on her long neck where I’d kissed many times, is a bright red mark.

My heart drops, alarm bells going off in my mind. Suddenly it’s becoming very clear why she hadn’t been home all night, why she hadn’t picked up her phone no matter how many times I called. Because she had been too busy wrapped up in some other girl.

“Zari! Was that interview okay?” Satou asks with a bright grin, Paige still working to release her jersey, pretending as if I’m not there.

My eyes well up, tears threatening to spill as I stare at the two girls. Swallowing loudly, I bury the shakiness in my voice and put on a fake smile, slightly too perky to be real. “Yeah, it was perfect. Would you excuse me?”

I push past the girls, biting down on my lower lip. The moment I’m out of sight, the first tears slip down my cheeks. I need to find a bathroom - anywhere to fall apart in peace.

“And another three for Bueckers! Unbelievable!”

The crowd is on their feet as I jog backwards on the court, sneakers squeaking against the hardwood. 29 point game. Ever since the breakthrough game against Seattle Storm I’d been a different player, dropping at least 20 points each night. Chris had finally understood what I needed to be coached. Tough love. It’s what Geno did to make me great. It’s what I needed.

“And the Wings win, defeating the Mystics on their home court!”

I jog back to Chris, my teammates ruffling my hair to congratulate me on another great game. Me and Arike had quickly become an increasingly efficient pair, already being praised all over. The chemistry between us had grown immensely and I truly felt like she was already a sister to me. I had become comfortable wearing Dallas colours, the jersey fitting me just right.

But even with the adrenaline pumping and the crowd roaring I could feel the tightness in my chest and the stirring in my stomach. I could feel it, Izara’s eyes on me, watching for every move. It killed me not to look her way. It wasn’t a punishment or some sort of childish game (though I was known for the silent treatment I gave to those who upset me). I just couldn’t sort through my emotions. Hurt, anger, betrayal, confusion - all of those had been stirring in my mind all night, made their way into my dreams and haunted me even while I slept. It all concluded only to a single question: Why didn’t she tell me?

I had all of this wrong from the start. We were never what I thought we were. It never meant anything to her. That was the only answer I could find. That me, Paige Bueckers, who would die for this girl was nothing more than a rebound. Just something to get her mind off things until she returned back to England, just an experiment until she’d go back to Jasper. Normally I wouldn’t have minded. I get to love on a pretty girl without attachment for a few months before getting the chance to get sick of them? That would’ve been heaven to me even just six months prior. But Izara was different. Izara was everything.

“Paigey!” Aaliyah smiles wide as she approaches me, wrapping me into a tight, sweaty hug.

“Liliiii,” I grin, resting my head on the taller girl’s shoulder. She had hit me with a nasty block, making me tumble down hard in the second quarter but all was forgotten now. It was strange not sharing a jersey or a team with her, but playing against her was nearly as much fun.

“Baby rookie!”

“Yo I’m older than you,” I groan, pushing her off me. She laughs, wiping the sweat off her arms.

“That was a good game,” Lili laughs, squeezing my shoulders. “Looks like you’ve been in the weight room finally.”

“Bro,” I groan, shaking her off lightheartedly. “You wanna come to dinner later? Whole team’s going.”

“Sure,” Aaliyah smiles looking at me for a while. “Look at us huh,” she sighs, smoothing over the Mystics jersey sitting on her body.

“Crazy huh,” I repeat almost sadly, the nostalgia of our days playing at UConn together, the ease of it.

“Who you think Geno was rooting for?”

I scoff. “The Wings, I got him a natty,” I say like it’s obvious. Aaliyah rolls her eyes, grinning slightly.

“Whatever, I know he missed me last season.”

“We all missed you,” I chuckle, sitting down on the bench behind Chris. The taller girl follows me, taking a seat beside mine.

“So, I heard you got a girl?”

My cheeks flush red, a lump in my throat growing at the reminder of Izara. I chew on my lower lip before kissing my teeth, leaning back.

“Uhh, where’d you hear that?”

“KK told me, said you’re in love,” Aaliyah chuckles, poking my bare knee. I smile, of course she did.

“It’s a little, uh, complicated I guess,” I mumble, looking around to make sure no one was in earshot. “Ion know if I’m made for that shit right now.”

“Ion know if you’re made for that at all. It takes work,” Lili laughs, throwing her head back to chug some water. “And talking. You’ve never been good at that.”

Immediately, my eyes glance away onto the court, my head turning to avoid her words. I open my mouth to protest, but stay quiet. She’s right. Even yesterday, even with how much I cared for Izzie, I had no desire to hear her out or to talk it through. To me it might as well be over.

“Miss, we’re here,” the cab driver wakes me from restless sleep, my head leaning against the window. I rub my eyes, glancing at the view of the very familiar front doors of my home building in the scorching afternoon sun. The early flight back home had been just as awkward as the 24 hours before, me and Paige doing everything to avoid each other. It’s funny, it seemed as if we were just as bad at hiding our wrath as we were hiding our relationship. If you could even call it that. I suppose it never was.

Everyone seemed to be aware of the tension between us, Amanda, my assistant producer offering to do content with Paige for me, Arike trying to make it better and get me to come to dinner with the team. It seemed everyone wanted to make it right for us. Even Twitter was filled with rumours of our falling apart based merely on a video where Paige walks by me without touching, or even glancing my way. I never even realised what a rare occurrence that was.

As I step out of the cab, Paige’s one pulls up to right behind mine. I watch as the blonde girl climbs out, grabbing her bags from the trunk while my driver lifts the heavy suitcase for me. It seemed ridiculous, the entire way our cars trailing one another yet we refused to take the same one. I suppose I better get used to it, that this is what it will be like for the rest of the season in Dallas.

I lift my sunglasses onto my head, pushing back my dark curls. Paige is in basketball shorts and a UConn T-shirt, clearly nostalgic from getting to see Aaliyah yesterday. I watch as she lifts the strap of her bag over her head, letting it fall onto her shoulder before adjusting her glasses. The shirt is tight on her arms and upper back, the muscle weight she’d gained in the past couple months already apparent on her slim build. I liked to think I had something to do with that, with the way I was feeding that girl on the daily.

My green eyes practically stare, the cab driving away though I barely notice. Still, she won’t budge, won’t look my way. As if I don’t exist the girl grabs her bags and walks into the building, the red mark on her neck faded but still a cruel reminder of how unlovable I actually was.

Holding back tears I soon follow after, giving Paige enough time to get inside before entering the elevator. I press on the fifth floor, adjusting the cream coloured sweater hanging loosely on my body, revealing the tan on my right shoulder. I couldn’t believe she was acting like this. I thought I meant more - she certainly had made it seem so. Like I meant everything. And she gave up this quickly?

Anger seethes beneath my skin, bubbling and replacing the sadness. Who does she think she is to treat me like this? Just sleeping with some other girl? Not even letting me explain? Not being mature enough to tell me it’s over? She at least owed me that. I needed her to look me in the eye and tell me.

The elevator doors slide open on the fifth floor. My floor. But I don’t step out, my finger reaching to spam the button with the large six on it, impatiently tapping my foot waiting for the elevator to move again.

The moment the doors open again I’m stepping out, my suitcase getting yanked with me. I beeline to Paige’s apartment, pounding on the wood of her door. No answer. She was pretending to not be home. As if I just didn’t see her five minutes ago.

“Paige!” I yell, overcome with anger enough to forget all my inhibitions or to care about the other neighbours. “Paige Madison!”

I keep knocking on the door, my knuckles turning red against the wood. “Paig-”

Finally it opens, the blonde standing there dumbfounded, a towel hanging off her waist and her upper body only covered in a sports bra.

“You crazy?” She says, only irritating me more.

“Now you listen to me okay Paige Bueckers,” I start, brows furrowed in anger. “I do not know who you think you are, but you can not treat me like this. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I really am. But you didn’t even give me a chance to explain! What, you just throw me to the side that easy? Make me think I actually matter and then at the first adversity you run and go fuck some other girl like I’m nothing to y-”

“Woah, woah, what?” Paige asks, tightening the towel around her waist. “Whatchu talking bout some girl?”

I scoff and cross my arms over my chest, nodding towards the tall blonde. “You think I’m stupid too? Everyone can see your neck.”

“My neck?”

Paige’s brows furrow as she touches the skin on the red mark, rubbing it, eyes widening in realisation. “This is from my bag, the strap made it red.”

Suddenly I feel dumbfounded, stupid even. My ears turn red as I look around, a nice older couple from upstairs making their way down the staircase slowly. Paige and I smile awkwardly at them, the blonde sighing and nodding her head.

“Come inside Iz,” she sighs.

Exhaling loudly, I shake my head, still way too angry. “No. You’re lying. You weren’t home the other night, I tried knocking. Or were you just ignoring me? Like you’re some sort of child?”

“I was at Rike’s and Lala’s.”

“Bullshit.”

“Ask them,” Paige says matter of factly, grabbing her phone from the side table. “Go ‘head.”

I don’t even touch the phone, mostly because I don’t want to be proven wrong in front of her. So I divert.

“Why are you acting like this?” I ask, annoyed.

Paige chuckles bitterly, rolling her eyes and grabbing the door. “I’ma go shower, Ion got time for this.”

A jolt runs through my chest, making my hand grab the door handle. I knew her enough to know her annoyance was only covering up for the hurt I caused.

“Paige,” I sigh, looking up at her with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry. Please, let me explain. Please.”

The blonde throws her head back, looking up at the ceiling. She takes her time contemplating.

“I dunno,” she mumbles, almost like to herself. “Not much you could say.”

“Let me try,” I offer softly, begging to God she’d look back at me.

“Ion like being played with,” she suddenly replies, voice breaking just enough to hear. “Don’t wanna be a rebound or something. Some sorta experiment or some shit like that Iz, I just, I don’t want that.”

“It’s not like that, just let me come in Paige.”

Finally, the blonde lets go of the door, turning her back on me and walking into the bedroom. I step in, dragging my suitcase with me. Enough adrenaline pumped through my veins that I couldn’t feel the exhaustion in my body.

Soon she emerges, sweatpants replacing the towel around her waist. I stand awkwardly by the entrance, as if I hadn’t been nearly living in this apartment the last month or so. Wordlessly, I follow the taller girl into the living room, both of us taking seats on the opposite sides of the couch.

The silence that falls upon us is filled with tension and regret, the steady hum of the AC and quiet sounds of the road somewhere below making its way inside. She still won’t look at me, and it’s breaking my heart.

“Paige-”

“You were engaged?” She interrupts me.

I swallow, before nodding. “I was.”

Paige licks her lips, nodding too. “You left him?”

“Couple weeks before I flew in.”

She takes a deep breath, mulling it over in her head.

“And I was just sumn fun to do, right?”

“Wh- no. Why would you think that?”

“Just sumn to fuck around with,” she adds sternly, not interested in answering my questions. I’m quiet, chewing on my lower lip.

”No, Paige-”

“Some sorta experiment before you got back to your straight girl life in London?”

“Fuck you.”

I get up from the couch, heavy steps walking towards the door, my heartbeat loud in my ears. It’s making me dizzy, the blood rushing all over my body.

“You’re just leaving ‘cause you know I’m right,” Paige follows me, her voice angry.

I turn to her, tears burning in my eyes, pooling over my dark bottom lashes turning them wet and black. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to find out!” I yell. My voice sounds strange, strained, angry. I never yelled. But something about it felt almost good. It was liberating to not think.

“Find out what?” Paige spews back, blue eyes watching me standing by the front door. The distance between us felt a million miles away. “That I mean nothing to you?”

“That I’m unlovable!”

The truth crashes into us like a wave against rocks on a shore, leaving only silence in its wake, as if we’re both drowning beneath it. My blue eyes lock into her green ones as they suddenly fill with tears. A tender pain pulses in my chest as Izara breaks down in front of me, crouching on the floor as her petite hands cover over her crying face. But she can’t hide the sniffles and quiet sobs escaping her mouth.

Guilt washes over me. What was I thinking? Why did I say any of that? I dig my blunt fingernails into the palms of my hands, trying to distract myself from my heavy conscience. Did she really feel like that? It was hard to believe that Izzie, perfect, mature, funny, kind, generous Izzie could ever feel like that about herself. It made no sense to me.

“Hey,” I mumble. My voice now is soft and comforting, a stark contrast from before. I walk over to the crouching girl, sliding down the wall onto the ground right by her. The anger I felt for the past few days simmered away as quickly as it arrived. “Izzie.”

My fingertips reach for the skin on her arm, brushing against it gently. Finally, Izzie lowers the hands covering her face, lifting her gaze to look at me. Her face is puffy and red, long dark lashes wet.

”Why would you say that?” I ask, my heart breaking at the thought that she really feels this way.

Izzie laughs in a self-deprecating manner, shrugging. ”It’s true.”

I shake my head. ”It’s not.”

”See, that’s the problem,” Iz sighs, running her hands through her dark hair and staring at the floor. ”You put me on a pedestal. You think too highly of me. I’m not that person. I’m not the person you think I am.” Her voice is breaking, words coming in between deep breaths to calm herself down.

”You gotta gimme a lil more credit than that,” I say.

Izzie shakes her head, wiping the snot off her nose. ”I just fooled you like I’ve fooled everyone. But Jasper knew. Yeah he was awful but I deserved it. Because I’m awful too.”

”Whoa, no Iz, don’t say that baby. Never say that.”

”It’s true,” she cries softly, green eyes staring at her own hands. ”I’m controlling and particular and I don’t know how to compromise and I can’t handle change in plans or routine, I need to plan the foods I eat a week in advance for crying out loud!”

”And I love all those things about you,” I’m quick to reply because it’s true. ”Iz you’re not a bad person.”

”I am.”

”No, Jasper just got you fucked up ma, that’s not you at all.”

”He’s the only person who ever knew all of me,” she sniffles, wiping her dark hair off her face.

”Then show me Iz,” I plead, eyes locked on her face. ”I wanna know all of you.”

Izara shakes her head, finally glancing at my eyes. ”No, you’ll hate me.”

”I could never hate you,” I mumble, heart aching so badly I can’t help myself when I wrap my arms around the girl and pull her onto my lap. She lets me, resting her head in the crook of my neck as she sobs into it. I hold her like that, rubbing her hair and back, comforting her on the cool floors of my apartment. My faded grey UConn shirt becomes wet with Izzie’s tears but it’s okay. It’s the least of my worries.

”I mean it Iz, I just wanna know you,” I reassure her, whispering into her hair. ”Could never push me away baby.”

”I’m just scared,” she finally admits, pulling back to look at me. Our gazes meet, and I feel a strange jolt of something stronger than I've ever felt for anyone rushing through my body. It feels strange, but good, whatever it is.

”I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Paige. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me like that. I’m just someone’s damaged goods-”

”Don’t say that shit. I want you, Ion care about your past. Wanna make this work with you.”

Izzie swallows, licking her lips before leaning in for a gentle kiss. I feel as if I can finally exhale, tasting her salty tears on her lips.

”Me too,” Iz murmurs against my lips. ”I’m done being scared.”

For a moment far too short we merely kiss, making up for the lost couple days until Izzie pulls back again.

”Wh- what will we do when, you know, the season ends?”

Oh right. The dreaded question that had been haunting me ever since I realised I couldn’t bare life without her.

”We can do long-distance for a bit, money isn’t gonna be a problem so we can just fly back and forth, right?” I suggest carefully.

Izzie’s listening to me wide eyed, hanging onto every word.

”And then, I dunno, Linda really likes you. I’m sure you could get your job back next year. I mean if you want.”

”Yeah, maybe,” she nods. ”She does like me.”

Who wouldn’t?

I smile down at the girl, a grin growing onto my face at my thoughts. ”We could also just run away and get married. Getchu that visa ma.”

Izara laughs (and I think finally), slapping my arm playfully.

”You’re such a lesbian,” she giggles and I nod proudly.

”So are you mama,” I grin. ”With the way you’ve been eating pussy I’ma say just as much as me.”

”Paigeuh!” She gasps, sitting up on my lap. ”Besides, no one loves eating pussy like you do.”

”Mm, that’s right,” I smirk, pulling her into a kiss. Izara giggled against my mouth, the vibrations sending jolts to my heart. ”Lemme eat you.”

”Stoppp,” the pearls of her laughter echo around the apartment as I kiss on her neck, nibbling it playfully.

With a struggle, I get us both up from the floor, carrying the girl to my bed with ease. She pulls me on top of her with a needy whine, kissing me lovingly. I hold her carefully, like she’s made of frail porcelain, my hands brushing against her sides.

Izzie pulls away to breathe, fluttering her green eyes at me. I feel like I could burst. The idea that she genuinely felt unlovable broke my heart. I had to convince her otherwise. Make her see what I saw. My sweet, beautiful, kind and hard headed girl.

”Paige?” Iz whispers, her nails brushing against the back of my neck causing goosebumps to rise.

”Yeah baby?”

”Am I your girlfriend?”

Time stops, much like my heart, a shaky exhale involuntarily spilling out.

”D-do you want to be?” I ask carefully, my voice hoarse.

”I don’t want to force you in-” she stutters

”I want you to be my girlfriend Izara.”

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flowersdiceandlove · 5 months ago

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hi @allpiesforourown I just saw your Winx Club fandom Binghe post and it made me think of an au. So, modern au, both Shen Yuan and Binghe are involved in multiple fandoms and are both legendary posters in each of them. The thing is...they hate each other. Their online fights go down in fandom history. The Epic Battles of Peerless Cucumber and the Heavenly Pillar. There are fan accounts and Youtube videos dedicated to explaining their messy fights. There's a whole wiki page about it. Binghe has the most unhinged takes and Shen Yuan drives himself mad trying to reasonably dismantle those takes and why they are stupid and what is wrong with you?!?! But, Binghe comes back with somehow solid sounding arguments? That are somehow so crazy and make you lose all sense of right and wrong and turn everything on their head that you actually are like "wait, this guy might be onto something" until you actually remember the context and go "this guy is batshit insane! lock him up!"

So, they go head to head. A lot. Across many fandoms because they actually have the same taste in media to the point that they feel they can't escape each other. Every time they enter a new fandom, they see the comments and posts in the online communities and are like "you got to be effing kidding me!! That guy is HERE too?!?!?!!" Binghe also posts the same type of scathing reviews that Peerless Cucumber is infamous for, which are good, except for the unhinged takes sprinkled in with the logical. And that's what drives Shen Yuan so crazy. Because this "Heavenly Pillar" is actually a good critic and able to comprehend complex themes that so many others miss or misunderstand. He also completely misconstrues stuff with his unhinged takes.

And Binghe, he's just gonna fight to the death to defend his blorbos and ships.

The thing is, Shen Yuan is Binghe's tutor or something irl and Bingbing's got the biggest crush on him. Obviously. And, they talk about shows and books sometimes, and have good, deep discussions about them, finding they have a lot of the same tastes. Shen Yuan will lend Binghe a book or recommend a show and vice versa. They have fun. They do not share their online handles. Shen Yuan does not want this sweet little white sheep he's been tutoring since middle school knowing about some of the stuff he reads and messing up his image (he has an irl reputation to uphold!), and Binghe doesn't want his crush to know exactly how crazy he is and about all the teacher/tutor x student stuff he posts about, thinking it will dash his chances with his precious, sweet Yuan-gege. He's in college now, he might finally have his chance! So, they keep their online lives separate from their irl ones, not just with each other, but with everyone in their lives. Best not to mix them.

And so, things continue until one day, Peerless Cucumber suddenly becomes the Heavenly Pillar's number one supporter. He's going back and ripping apart everyone who's calling the heavenly pillar a lunatic and to lock him up saying "you don't know what's been through! there could be reasons he's like this! and are those takes really that bad!?!?" (yes. they are) People are reeling at the 180 seeming overnight that came out of nowhere after years of rivalry and hate thrown between them. He's also backing the Heavenly Pillar's takes and headcanons up by saying "yeah, I can see how it could be viewed that way. Totally valid." and then presenting a bunch of canon moments and bts and creator interviews to support it. (It's still all totally insane. But now there's two of them) It makes people actually start to question their sanity because Peerless Cucumber is normally the voice of reason, so if he's agreeing with the Heavenly Pillar, then are they the ones that are actually crazy??

Meanwhile, Shen Yuan is in his apartment, reading webnovels on his phone with his new boyfriend's head resting in his lap, idly petting his fluffy hair. Binghe's never been happier.

And, in case you were wondering, Binghe's Heavenly Pillar account has basically turned into a Peerless Cucumber Fan Account. He gushes in his replies to Peerless Cucumber, praising him, and saying how amazing his analysis' are. He'll also, in his own comments and posts, reference Peerless Cucumber posts constantly.

Yes, people are shipping them (they have for a long time, but now it's becoming a more widespread thing). Yes, they have wiki ship page. Yes, their ship name is PillarCum.

#scum villain self saving system #svsss #shen yuan #luo binghe #bingyuan #bingqiu #peerless cucumber #svsss modern au #do with this what you will

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tttabii · 1 month ago

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HIGH SCHOOL BEST FRIENDS

THANOS/CHOI SU-BONG X READER

warnings : none

HIGH SCHOOL LIFE had its usual chaos—endless assignments, group projects, and the occasional unnecessary drama. But for you, it always ended the same way: waiting for Su-bong to finish volleyball practice.

You and Su-bong had been best friends for years, practically attached at the hip. People loved to tease you about it, constantly saying things like "When are you two gonna date?" or "Just admit you're together already!" You, of course, always denied it, rolling your eyes and brushing it off.

But Su-bong? He never denied it.

Whenever someone teased, he'd just smirk, shrug, and say "Who knows? Maybe one day." And that would send your heart into annoying little flips you wouldn't acknowledge. Today was no different—you were sat on the gym bleachers, scrolling through your phone while you waited for Su-bong to finish up.

You heard the squeaking of sneakers on the polished floor, the thud of the volleyball on the floor, and the shouting of any one of his teammates. You paid it no mind, being fascinated by whatever was on your phone, until-

THWACK!

A sudden sharpness pierced through your head when something hit the side of it. Your vision blurred momentarily as a pained wince escaped you, your hand instinctively covering the area.

"Y/N!"

No mistaking who that was—Choi Su-bong. You barely comprehended him being there when an angry yell was heard.

"Who the hell just hit her?!"

You blinked up to see Su-bong marching over-looking absolutely furious. His concern for your well-being was apparent in his scrutinous search of your face before it snapped to one of his teammates; the guy looked guilty as hell.

"My bad, it just slipped-," the other teammate start, but Su-bong didn't let that excuse fly.

"Slipped? You threw it straight at the bleachers, dumbass," he said in an extreme tone, scaring the guy even further.

Not taking the excuse for not addressing you first, Su-bong dropped to his knees in front of you, his big hands tenderly holding your cheeks as he turned your head to check to see if you were hurt.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?" he asked, his eyebrows creased. His tone had softened, but its possessive feelings were still very present.

You blinked, still a little amazed by the situation... not from the ball, but from the closeness and that his head was a little too close, and the way he was investigating your face, it felt... intense.

"I'm fine," you said slowly, attempting to wave him away even though your head was throbbing.

Su-bong did not buy it. "You sure? We can go to the nurse's office," he reiterated, gaining speed

"I said I'm fine, Su-bong," you said when he looked to have not believe you. You forced a slight chuckle, "It's a ball, not a brick."

He did not chuckle at your attempt at humor, and his fingers remained just a little longer on your face before exhaling defeat which meant he remained a sour face. "Next time, don't sit so close."

You rolled your eyes. "Next time, tell your teammates not to be reckless idiots."

Su-bong smirked at that, finally easing up a bit. "Yeah, I'll make them run extra laps for this."

When he got up, he didn't rush away. Instead, he lightly patted your head, a way of checking that you were actually alright before walking back to practice. You let out a breath, touching the place where his hand had been.

Damn it.

Your heart was doing that obnoxious thing again.

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Once practice concluded, Su-bong made sure his teammate learned a lesson for that errant ball. "Fifty push-ups. Now." He commanded, arms folded across his chest, not even glistening the way his teammate was.

"Dude, for real? It was an accident-"

"Sixty. Keep talking, and it'll be eighty."

That shut him up quickly. You sat there and smiled as Su-bong leisurely grabbed a towel, wiping his face with it, his shirt literally sticking to his body, many beads of sweat dripping off of him, his defined arms flexing as he stretched.

A scattered group of girls were sitting nearby whispering to one another and giggling. You ignored them. This was just Su-bong. Your best friend. He finished up with the other guy and threw the towel around his neck.

He made a beeline for you, not even stopping. He grabbed your water bottle without saying anything as he opened it and chugged half of it. "You're welcome," you said as you watched him drink.

As he threw the bottle down, he raised an eyebrow at you to say that he appreciated it. "I know. Thanks, babe."

You rolled your eyes at the endearment. He did this all of the time. He was flirtatiously fun and broached lines and said things that probably caused your heart to race, but you never really thought twice about it. You couldn't.

"Come on," he said suddenly as he reached down. Before you could process what was happening, he grabbed your hand and pulled you up to stand.

"Where are we-"

"My dorm," he said plainly.

You frowned. "Su-bong, I don't live in the dorms."

"I do," he shrugged as he motioned you to walk towards the exit. As you walked past his teammates, they erupted into a range of whistles and cheers.

"Ayo, Su-bong! So, you 're taking her to your room right now?"

"Damn,, at least let her breathe a little first!"

You froze. "Wait, what-?"

Su-bong was still wiping sweat off of his face and simply winked at his teammates. He didn't say anything to you, nor did he deny anything.

Your mouth fell open.

"Choi Su-bong!"

He chuckled into his shoulder and tightened his arm around your shoulders to steer you out of the gym. "Relax, princess." He sighed, his breath still a little heavy. "Unless, of course, you wanna give them something to really talk about?"

You shoved him.

Hard.

But the worst part?

Your face was burning.

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Su-bong had never experienced a proper family. Not like you. Not in the sense of the warmth you brought or the love your home had. His father would come home drunk, violent, yelling words that hurt far worse than being hit.

His mother? She was distant. Cold. She never cared enough to stop the beating.

That's part of why he lived in the dorms. That's why he never came back.

But you? You changed that.

You took him into your life, your world, your family. Eating at your place every weekend, your mom plopping down an extra plate to eat just like nothing was different. Even your dad was a better father figure than they all knew his would ever be.

Your house smelled like home-cooked food and safety. For a few hours, he could pretend he had that too. And again here you were. Comfortably sitting in his space. Like you belonged there. Because you kinda did.

You stood next to the mini-fridge, absorbed with your phone, typing a brief message to your mother.

You: Mom, I'll be home late. I'm with Su-bong.

Immediately, you got a reply.

Mom: Okay honey, tell him to eat well!

You smiled to yourself, knowing she would say something just like that. Upon opening the fridge door, you saw a familiar pink carton caught your eye. Strawberry milk.

Your favorite.

You pulled it out, brows furrowing.

"Wait, he doesn't even like strawberry milk. Why does he have-"

That is until you turned around. And nearly choked. Su-bong was standing there, shirtless and only in black volleyball shorts, with a towel casually draped over his shoulder. His arms were flexed as he ran his fingers through his damp hair, and he was looking at you.

A slow grin formed on his face. "Do you like what you see?"

Your face flushed. "Shut up."

He laughed as he stepped right to your side and tilted his head. "You know, the shower is big enough for two."

Your brain was short-circuiting. Su-bong laughed at your reaction, shaking his head as he turned to go back to the bathroom. "Relax, princess. I'm just kidding." You rolled your eyes in return, your heart raced, as you heard the door click shut.

But even as you turned on the TV to distract yourself, your mind was still on him.

You were chewing on your nails. It was a habit—one you never truly recognized until moments like this, when your mind wouldn't settle down and your nerves slipped in. He swung the door open. Su-bong came out, hair still wet, and wearing a clean black T-shirt that stuck to his skin.

His piercing gaze landed on you, curled on the bed, knees pulled up to your chest as you picked at your fingernails out of boredom. Then he sighed. Before you realized what was happening, he grabbed the closest blanket and pulled it down over your legs.

You blinked at him, unsure. "What?"

He clenched his jaw. "That skirt is short. Don't flash people."

Your cheeks turned crimson. "There's just you here, though," you muttered.

"Exactly," he deadpanned, as if that made it worse.

Your heart skipped a beat. You barely had time to think before Su-bong grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your mouth. "Stop biting your nails," he said, voice quieter. "You only do that when you get nervous."

You stared at him, shocked. Since when did he pay that much attention? In an attempt to ignore the strange feeling settling into your gut, you turned back to the TV, opened the carton of strawberry milk. The air felt different now.

Su-bong noticed. Of course he did. "You still have your uniform on," he pointed out.

"So?"

"It looks uncomfortable. I have a spare shirt you can wear until your dad picks you up."

You sighed, but you knew he wasn't wrong. Your uniform skirt was stiff, and the blazer was hot and itchy after sitting in it for so long. After putting on the oversized T-shirt he handed you, you went into the restroom to change, and when you returned, he was watching. Just for a second.

"Help me with my math homework."

You froze. Slowly turning to face him, your eyes narrowed.

"You're kidding, right?"

Su-bong grinned. "Come on, princess."

"Su-bong," you said seriously, "I suck at math. You should be the one helping me, not the other way around."

His grin spread wide. "Yeah, but now you'll stay longer."

Your breath hitched.

Damn him. Damn that stupid smile.

The evening settled into a comfortable silence.

Su-bong sat beside you, helping with your math homework, though you both knew it was just an excuse to sit together a little longer. His pencil scratched against the paper, pausing every now and then when you sighed in frustration.

"You're overthinking it," he said, with a teasing grin. "It's as simple as I've shown you, just do the equation."

"I'm doing it like how you showed me," you scoffed.

"You're glaring at the numbers like they insulted your family."

"They did insult my family. My brain cells are suffering, Su-bong."

He chuckled, shaking his head before his fingers lightly tapped your forehead. "Dumbass."

Before you could respond, your phone rang. Your dad. You accepted, letting him know he could come to pick you up. Su-bong let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, then stood, grabbing your bag before you could even move from your spot.

"Let's go." He walked by your side to the entrance of the dorm lounge that housed your dad's car. The air chilled your skin, and just before you had the chance to shudder, you felt Su-bong shift his grip on your bag, the side of his arm touching yours.

He turned and waved at your dad; you got up to walk to the car. The moment you pulled open the car door and stepped inside, you heard his voice as he stopped you. "Wait, you almost forgot something."

You turned, only to come to the conclusion. He still had your bag. Your face flushed with embarrassment. "Oh my god-"

Su-bong laughed as he handed it to you. "You'd actually leave your head behind if it wasn't attached."

"Shut up."

At that moment, your dad stepped out of the car, startling you. He said a few words to Su-bong in a low voice that you couldn't discern. You narrowed your eyes in confusion as you observed them from inside the car.

What could they have been discussing? Why was Su-bong all of a sudden standing so rigidly?

Your dad nodded at him and gave his shoulder a single pat before getting back into the car. Su-bong knocked on your window playfully. "I'll see you tomorrow, princess."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't conceal the grin that tugged at your mouth. Your heart felt... strange.

When your dad began driving again, you suspiciously glanced at him. "...What were you talking about?"

He just smiled. "Nothing much." He narrowed your eyes in disbelief; you really didn't believe that.

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The stadium was charged with anxiety and excitement, the kind of charge that only accompanies a game so close. Your school was even with the rival team in score, with only one point to determine the winner.

You could feel the weight of the pressure. You clutched the collar of your school jacket, your heart racing fast enough that it hurt. The din of the enthusiastic crowd made any thought difficult to sift, except one—Choi Su-bong.

The boy who you had stayed up many late nights tutoring, the boy that would walk you home after school even if it made him late for practice, the boy who had been your best friend your whole life.

But now, he was more than just your best friend under the fluorescent stadium lights, drenched in sweat, possessed by optimism—he was the one chance your school had to win. "Wow, he's something," your mother told you, cheering next to you.

You swallowed hard, gripping the edge of your seat as you whispered. "Yeah... he really is."

The match had been intense. The other team had some serious talent, and for a moment, you feared your school might actually lose. But then, Su-bong took over. He played like a man on fire, delivering powerful spikes, making jaw-dropping saves, and owning the court with a presence that left everyone in awe.

And now—match point. The ball soared high into the air. Every single pair of eyes in the stadium followed it, as if time itself had slowed down. Your breath caught in your throat as Su-bong moved like a flash. He leaped into the air, his body arching in perfect form, eyes locked onto the ball with fierce determination.

And then—BAM.

His spike crashed down on the opponent's side of the court.The ball hit the ground.

Silence.

Then—

Victory.

The referee blew the whistle, signaling the end of the game. For a brief moment, the stadium felt like it was frozen in time.Then, chaos erupted.The entire crowd burst into cheers. Students leaped to their feet, shouting Su-bong's name. His teammates celebrated, throwing their hands in the air. The other team sank to their knees in defeat.

Your mother was clapping enthusiastically beside you, her face glowing with pride.And you?

You were in shock.

Your hands shook as you covered your mouth, emotions swelling inside you like a dam ready to burst.You always knew Su-bong was talented. You always believed in him. But witnessing him win like this—seeing him fight until the very last second—it felt different.

And then, before you could even wrap your head around what was happening—Su-bong came running.Straight to you.

Not to his teammates.Not to his coach. Not to the throngs of girls screaming his name, eager to rush the court just to catch his attention.

You.

Gasps rippled through the stands as he climbed up to the bleachers, pushing past stunned classmates."Su-bong-?" You barely managed to get his name out before he was right there in front of you.

Sweaty and flushed, his chest heaving from the effort, he looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world.You blinked up at him, your lips parting in disbelief. "You did i-"

But he didn't let you finish.

With one hand, he gently cupped your face and pulled you closer. The moment his lips touched yours, it felt like your brain just short-circuited. The warmth of his mouth melted into yours, and the mix of sweat and cologne filled your senses.

The stadium erupted into chaos—cheers, gasps, and whistles all blending into one overwhelming roar. His teammates were going wild, some slapping him on the back while others just stood there, wide-eyed.

The girls who had been waiting for their chance to talk to him looked completely crushed, their excitement deflating in an instant. Meanwhile, the guys who had feelings for you scowled, some muttering under their breath.

And your mom?

She cheered louder than anyone else. "Finally!" she laughed, clapping with so much enthusiasm that you wished the ground would just swallow you up. "Took you both long enough!"

It felt like your entire soul left your body. Su-bong pulled back just a bit, his forehead resting against yours, his breath still heavy from the game. There was something dark and intense in his eyes—something you had never noticed before.

It wasn't just the excitement of winning or the adrenaline from the match; it was something deeper.

Something that made you realize this wasn't new for him. He had always felt this way. And you had been completely oblivious.

"I won," he murmured, his voice low and rough. His thumb traced the curve of your cheek as he smirked, just loud enough for you to catch. "You're my prize."

Heat flooded your face, and embarrassment ignited throughout your body. "You-!" You pushed him away, flustered beyond belief. "You did NOT just say that in front of my mother!"

But Su-bong just grinned, unfazed by your reaction. "You love it," he teased, wiping the sweat off his brow while his teammates swarmed him in celebration. Even as they lifted him up in victory, his eyes never left you.

And as much as you wanted to deny it... he was right. You had fallen. And this time, there was no getting back up.

#choi seung hyun x reader #bigbang #kpop #squid game #squid game fanfic #squid game x reader #thanos #thanos x reader #aesthetic #bigbang x reader #top x reader #kdrama #top #T.o.p

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juniperdugong · 9 months ago

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Photobooth - Wonwoo

WC: 2.8k || Genre: Fluff, Angst (?) || Ooo they crushing on each other

A/N: We'll call this a late bday present for him lol lotsa fluff, is this also angst? Idk. This is the song I had on repeat writing this, Imagine it during the climax

You and Wonwoo had hung around the same people for a while, your friend groups slowly merging before you could comprehend it. So it wasn't exactly a surprise that you'd see him here tonight but you're trying your best not to look in his direction all the same.

You guys haven't talked much... or really at all without someone else in the group being there. It's a given seeing as you're both on the introverted side anyway.

Over time you've grown to welcome seeing his face at a party or in a crowd and you've developed a little bit of a crush, one that you definitely did not mean to create. But really who could blame you?

It was Wonwoo. And the way his messy hair hung so perfectly over his face. How his glasses would fog up on occasion. And god... the way he'd lift his shirt up just a tad to wipe them. You might be insane for the thought but there's no way someone that attractive isn't getting gawked at 24/7, like clockwork.

And that's exactly what you're trying to hide as he sits across the table from you. You're drinking more than you had before he got here and you can feel the heat in your face as the buzz sets in. You've been avoiding his eyes as best you can, but you can't help noticing that he's been looking at you very intently since he sat down.

Wonwoo's been nursing a beer for the past 30 minutes, his face still slightly red from the pregame he and the boys did at the previous bar. Now he's sat in front of you. Purposefully he had pushed Dokeyom out of the way to get this seat but now that he was here he had zero idea of how to approach you. He's been trying to catch your eye the entire time but you haven't looked his way once. He goes to speak but is interrupted.

"Guys! I have a great idea!" Your friend stands up to address the table, the fact that most of you are completely out of it only makes it so that several people are cheering her on the moment she rises. "Let's go to a photo booth shop!"

In minutes someone's already handled the bill; No one cares to ask questions this far into the night. And your posse is perusing the streets looking like a bunch of fucked up college students; Not exactly wrong but not right either.

You're hanging back in the pack like you usually do. The cold air hitting your warm face feels so good that you have to close your eyes to take in the feeling. "Hey." You're startled from your daze as you see Wonwoo pull back and wait for you to catch up to him, "The night air?"

"Yeah, feels nice." The silence grows between you two as you continue walking side by side. Neither of you can tell if the heat you're feeling is from the drinks or from the intense blush you feel coming on but both of you are glad that tonight is breezy, the air serving to calm down some nerves. The last time you were alone was that night.

Not too dissimilar from tonight actually. A bunch of your friends were hanging out at a camping-themed cafe where you could sit around a fireplace. Due to how many of you there were several campfires were taken up.

You and Wonwoo sat a few chairs away from each other, by coincidence you had ended up in this smaller group as a close friend also sat here. It didn't take long for either of you to notice the other. Small glances back and forth and flickering smiles when you caught each other's eye.

Somewhere along the way, almost everyone got up to go and order more food, and as people trickled over to the counter you and Wonwoo were eventually left alone.

The tension was thick with unspoken attraction and you were both waiting for the other to make any moves. Finally, with a lump caught in his throat, Wonwoo got up and sat in the chair next to you. "Y/n, right?" You gave a little nod and chuckled, "Yeah and you're Wonwoo?". "Yep, exactly right."

You guys kept talking and talking the entire night, the conversation never dipping into silence or awkwardness, it felt like you could be here forever and never get bored. It all seemed to come naturally with Wonwoo.

Even once your friends came back the chatting didn't stop. Some of them eye the way you guys had gotten close within a matter of minutes, smirks as they could see the connection forming before their eyes. The way that with each new topic, you guys somehow managed to get physically closer. Scooting your chair to hear him better. Wonwoo leaning in subconsciously as you ramble. Both of you are practically knee to knee by the end of it.

More and more of your group dispersed as it got later in the night but you both were too enthralled in conversation to notice anyone had left until it had gotten dark.

"It was nice talking, y/n." The way the moonlight and campfire gleaned on him made your heart race.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun Wonwoo." His cheeks hurt from smiling so much and his chest burned whenever anything so much as a smirk was on your lips.

"I'll see you around?" You hoped he was talking sooner rather than later.

"Of course!" He held onto those words like a promise.

It wasn't until you both had gotten into your cars that you realized that you didn't get each other's numbers. Shit!

It's been months since then. You've seen each other at other hangouts but neither of you had the guts to talk to the other again. Something ate at the confidence you had that night and you haven't been able to look him in the eye since. You'd never thought that you'd have a crush this intense at your age but something about Wonwoo made you feel like a highschooler again.

And he's been the same way, although a bit more direct than you. Every time he's seen you since then he'd try to get closer to you, at least be near you to quench his thirsty lovesick heart with your voice... Even if it's not directed towards him. Just staring at you made him flutter, honestly. He's been festering on these feelings for a while, even since before that night if he was being honest, but every time after that his tongue hasn't been able to form coherent sentences around you. It's like a curse.

A curse that it seems some alcohol can quell, at least for a little bit.

"We haven't talked much, have we?" He starts, the shop is just around the corner yet right now he prayed that it was miles away so he could take his time.

"Nah, we haven't. Not since..."

"Not since the campfire?"

"Yeah."

"Hey! You two! Get inside!" A quaint smile forms on your lips as someone yells for you to hurry up. Wonwoo gives a small chuckle but bites his lip to suppress the touch of anger rising now that your conversation has been cut short.

As you get in you can already see that everyone takes charge in claiming different accessories and filing into photo booths in small groups. You didn't really feel up to taking photos, far too heated from Wonwoo's company from before. Looking around, you spot some fun sunglasses shaped like daisies. They were good enough for photos and who knows? Maybe sober you will like the outcome.

After grabbing the sunglasses you dip into an empty booth and begin going through all the different styles. You're slightly hiccuping and now you can definitely feel the alcohol kicking in.

"You mind?" You'd just settled on the only appealing style out of your choices, one obviously meant for couples, one surrounded by red and pink hearts. Of course, Wonwoo had to interrupt. You have half the mind to tell him you do mind jokingly but you're too swayed by him to joke right now, "Not at all."

Now you're sat squished up in the booth with him. The flush on your face could be explained by the drinks but it's more than likely getting redder due to Wonwoo's presence.

"Sorry, all the others were taken and I didn't want to be left out." An excuse, he'd seen you come in here and he was eager to talk to you again. Alcohol really did wonders for confidence.

"It's fine, really." You smiled a bit in his direction and suddenly his heart is thumping like a rabbit's foot. "I don't even like taking photos..."

"Why not?"

"I never like how they come out."

Impossible, you're like the most beautiful person in the world, y/n. He can't even begin to comprehend your way of thinking. You were the most stunning thing in his field of view whenever you were around, how could pictures with you in them ever turn out bad?

"What?" Fuck Did he say that out loud?

"What?"

"Did you just *hiccup* call me beautiful? Wonwoo."

"I don't know." His eyes are wide and suddenly he feels as sober as a dog. He feigns innocence with a confused stare in your direction and thankfully your drunkenness takes him for his word.

"Wonwoo..." A numbness came over you that allowed for words to spill.

"Yeah, y/n?"

"I think I really like you." Great. Now he's sure he's completely sober. He turns to you, the sunglasses hiding your drowsy eyes as you lean against the side of the booth. And he's not even sure if you'll remember saying this. Great!

"You mean that?" Please say yes.

"Mean what?" You're completely out of it and he can see it, as quickly as he resigns to you forgetting what you said you speak again, "That I like you? I do mean that."

His jaw drops and he isn't sure what to do. Does he run away and grab one of the accessories that will cover the intense heat on his face? No, he doesn't want to leave you. Does he tell you he likes you back? No, that's in vain you're already not all here. Well, you are in a photo booth... He presses the START button.

"Will you be mad if I kiss you right now, y/n?"

You look at him with glazed-over doe eyes, letting the sunglasses slip off your face and fall to the floor. You didn't know if this was some sort of sick joke, a hallucination fueled by the copious amounts of alcohol in your system, or worse a drunken mistake on his part. But it was too sudden a question for you to process the options in this state.

3...2...1...Say Cheese!

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked-" He opens the curtain to the photo booth and is ready to get up. This was a bad idea. Nothing you said should mean anything to him but it doesn't keep from the pang of disappointment he feels. Suddenly your hand is gripping his wrist telling him to stay seated, and he does.

3...2...1...Give the Camera a wink!

Both of your hearts are racing. The tension of the moment suffocates you guys but you're too caught up to notice the heaving of your breaths. You grab his face with both your hands, trying your hardest to focus on just him. Your stupor makes it extremely hard but you persist with the small amount of soberness in your body.

It takes far too long for either of you to realize as your lips press together. The shock of plush lips lights you ablaze, it's as if someone held a flame to all the booze coursing through you. You're too far gone to know that you're the one that had leaned into him and not the other way around.

3...2...1...Blast off!

If Wonwoo's eyes could pop out of his skull they would. He's nearly out of the frame of the camera as you push up against him. Your brows furrow as you close your eyes getting more into the kiss and now he's feeling awkward with his eyes wide open. He thinks your focus might just be the cutest thing he's ever seen. God, you are all he wanted, huh? A smile creeps up on his lips before he lifts his glasses and deepens the kiss, placing a hand on the small of your back and using the other to gently wrap around the back of your neck.

3...2...1...Silly Faces!

Maybe it's all the drinks but both of you swear that the other's taste is addictive. Your hands travel from his face and down his neck, pulling him in impossibly closer. You're both hungry for each other, if any of the others saw it'd probably look like borderline cannabilism with how animalistic you were going at it. Mouths trying to trace the memory of each other onto the walls of your cheeks.

It was sensual yet innocent, any trace of lust replaced with an intense passion and love. You can vividly imagine the many kisses that you could share with Wonwoo in your lifetime. Pecks on the cheek, goodbye kisses as you leave the house, intense makeout sessions, all of it. All the little quiet moments of intimacy to the burning giant gestures of love, everything with Wonwoo. It's the only sober thought you think you've had all night.

3...2...1...Big Smile!

You release him from your grip, letting your hands rest on his shoulders. Wonwoo's arms hold you in place but loosen ever so slightly. Foreheads resting on each other you just take a minute to take it in. You let your eyes open and meet his, you feel his glasses fall on between you two.

"Sorry." You say as you back away, allowing his glasses to drop back down fully.

The silence is deafening. Outside you can hear as the rest of the group giggles and chatters on, oblivious to what's just happened. You wipe your mouth as you feel a slickness on your lips, your combined spit coating you both.

You're a lot more aware now. The kiss sobering you enough to maybe be able to remember this in the morning but you weren't confident in that thought.

While you're getting that realization Wonwoo's taken the liberty of doing the finishing steps on the photos. Printing 2 copies for each of you and inserting his own email when it asks him if he wants a video of the photo-taking process. Thankfully you weren't looking when he did that, hopefully, he can show you the video at a better time and you can reminisce on your first kiss.

You startle him as you stand up. A solemn look on your face at the thought of all of this being gone by tomorrow. You really wish you didn't drink tonight. That Wonwoo hadn't sat in front of you. That he hadn't stared at you with those eyes, the ones that made you so nervous that you had to chug drink after drink to just get a modicum of confidence. You wish that what happened in the booth had happened not because you were drunk but because you were ready.

He sees the look and wants to say something... anything if it'll make you feel better. He knows all too well that that look meant that you were regretting things.

You reach out to him, cupping his face in one of your hands and swiping at his cheek with your thumb before he can say anything. Biting your lip you look at him, the feelings are all too overwhelming right now.

"Hey Wonwoo, if you remember this in the morning... remind me of it so we can do it when we're sober sometime, yeah?"

With a slight nod, he leaned into your hand and gave a lingering kiss to your palm before watching you open the curtain and walk away. His eyes stayed glued on you through the window of the shop until the moment your taxi came. A hollow feeling overcoming him as the drunkenness sets in again, although he couldn't quite decipher if this down came from the drinks or from the pure ecstasy you gave and so quickly took away, maybe both.

He walked out of the shop, a group of high-schoolers giggling in merriment as they picked out their accessories and got into their booths. The thought of wherever his friends were was purely background noise at this point.

Getting out and into the cold air he stood with his back against the glass, clutching the photo strips in one hand and his phone in the other, he set an alarm.

"Remind y/n".

A/N: I really really fucking like this one guys, smiling throughout the whole writing process. Also lovelies, for those of you reading Perfection pls know that the upcoming chapter has been delayed till next Saturday! Please reblog and comment your thoughts and as always my asks are open to any and all thoughts!

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