#⋆｡° ❝ if i find a place to stop running can it be in your arms ? ┊ sh: yulyssa.

[a-s-ter]

Can you write type of guy headcanons for thanos (230) please? thx <33

THE KIND OF GUY

(squid game edition) nsfw

English

Korean

Thanos / Player 230

—THANOS IS THE KIND OF GUY who’d shamelessly flirt with you, his words dripping with confidence and charm. He’d slip in Spanish pet names like "señorita" so naturally, it was as if he were born to sweep you off your feet.

There was one day when he suddenly dropped to his knees, a smirk dancing on his lips as he grabbed your hand gently. "I might just start my own religion, because of how often I find myself on my knees for you." He said as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it, his gaze never leaving yours. You felt your face heat up, a soft blush spreading across your cheeks at the boldness of his actions.

He’d also call you every sweet name in the book—"baby," "angel," "princess," "beautiful"—each one rolling off his tongue with effortless confidence. And if that weren’t enough, he’d take it a step further, rapping his feelings for you in a way that was both cheesy and undeniably endearing.

—He’s the kind of guy who’d have a slow-burn romance without even realizing it. At first, it’s nothing more than casual interactions, small moments here and there. He doesn’t notice the shift—how his thoughts linger on you longer than they should, how he starts to care just a little bit more. It’s gradual, almost imperceptible, until one random moment hits him. Like it would suddenly click that he likes you. And now, he can’t stop thinking about it.

—He’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t give up on you, no matter how many times you ignored him. Your cold shoulder, your silence—it didn’t faze him. If anything, it only fueled his determination. He’d chase after you relentlessly, his confidence unwavering, his charm impossible to ignore, until you had no choice but to face him.

He spotted you weaving through the crowd, your determined strides screaming leave me alone. Naturally, that only made his grin wider. He adjusted his jacket, his confidence as unshakable as ever, and started after you.

"Señorita!" he called out, you didn’t even glance back at him, but when he saw your pace quicken, it only fueled his determination. He caught up easily, walking alongside you like he belonged there.

"Ah, playing hard to get? I like that," he teased, tilting his head to glance at you with that infuriatingly smug smile. "But you know, you make it way too easy for me to chase you baby. You’re irresistible."

You rolled your eyes and turned sharply, hoping to lose him in the crowd. But the next corner you turned, there he was—leaning casually against a wall, arms crossed, like he’d been waiting there all along.

"Miss me already?" he teased with a smirk, his body blocking your path. "You can run, but you can't hide princess. Not from me."

You tried to sidestep him, but before you could get far, he placed a hand dramatically over his heart, feigning hurt. "Ouch, breaking my heart like that? Really?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes in disbelief. "Just stop, I can’t stand you."

With a smirk that practically oozed confidence, he leaned in slightly, his voice teasing yet bold. "Then just sit on my face."

"W-what!?" You froze, eyes wide with shock, your heart pounding. "Just fuck off!" you snapped, brushing past him quickly, your face flushed in a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

He chuckled, watching you retreat with that same infuriating smirk. But you knew, as much as you tried to get away, he wouldn’t stop. He was persistent, and no matter how many times you brushed him off, he’d keep following, keep bothering you.

—He’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t tolerate some random guy flirting with you. If he saw it happening, he wouldn’t hesitate to step in. He’d interrupt the conversation, push the guy back with a forceful shove, and growl, "Back off man! Who the fuck do you think you are hitting on my girl!?" (Yeah even tho you're not his yet)

If the guy was making you laugh or smile, he’d simmer in silence, his jealousy simmering beneath the surface. Once the guy was alone, he’d track him down, corner him, and with a dangerous edge to his voice, he’d lean in, his eyes burning with fury.

"Stay the fuck away from Y/n. Got it?" He said, his fist landing a brutal punch to the guy’s stomach, leaving him crumpled on the floor. "She’s my girl," he’d add, his tone low and possessive. "My woman."

—He’s the kind of guy who can’t help but yell, "Ah, there’s my girl!" with a huge grin spreading across his face when you made it out alive. Without a second thought, he’d rush to you, scoop you up in a tight embrace, and hold you like he’d never let go. "I’m so happy you're alive, baby. God, you don’t know how much I missed you." His grip would tighten as if to never let you slip away again.

—He’s the kind of guy who isn’t intimidated by you. He’ll rush toward you, full of energy, relieved that you made it through when the lights went out. While everyone else stood frozen in fear, staring in shock, you were casually wiping blood off your hands, having taken down a whole group without breaking a sweat.

—He’s the kind of guy who can’t believe he’s dating you after you finally accepted him. Like, a guy like him? Sure, he’s Thanos and pretty damn cool, but damn, you’re way cooler than him. So, every now and then, he’ll just blurt out, “Damn, I’m dating her?” when he thinks about you, or “I can’t believe she’s mine.” and his friend will just stare at him, completely weirded out.

—He's the kind of guy who's wildly in love with you, the type to fight a wild animal just to impress you. He lives to make you laugh, even if it means pulling off the dumbest, most ridiculous stunts. His love is chaotic, loud, and endlessly entertaining, but that's what makes it so unforgettable.

One day he tried to bake you a cake from scratch, only to set off the smoke alarm—but he still proudly presented you with the lopsided, half-burnt result, claiming it was "made with love." Or he'd show up at your door with a bouquet made of random wildflowers (and weeds), proudly declaring it’s “nature’s finest” while grinning like a fool.

—He’s the kind of guy who would let you paint his nails in any color you choose or decorate them however you like, all because he loves you and wants you to have that little piece of him.

—Thanos is the kind of guy who always needs to be in physical contact with you when you're together—his hand on your thigh, his arm around your shoulders. He craves that connection, that constant reassurance of your presence. Public displays of affection? He couldn’t care less. If you want him to kiss you in front of everyone, consider it done. If you mention he can kiss you after a game, why would he wait for privacy when he can claim you right in front of his friends? For him, it’s not just about the kiss—it’s about showing the world that you’re his and making sure you feel adored, no matter where you are.

—He’s the kind of guy who’s utterly captivated by your thighs, completely addicted to the way they feel wrapped around him. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be, no place more intoxicating than being suffocated by your softness.

He doesn’t just admire them—he worships them. His lips leave a trail of love marks along your skin, his way of claiming every inch as his own. Between kisses, his voice comes out low and teasing, filled with desire. (He also loves eating you out while you're wrapping your thighs around his head and getting suffocated by it. )

—He’s the kind of guy who would cover you in hickeys, leaving them all over your neck and thighs, a clear sign that you’ve been claimed and are already his. With a smirk, he’d tell you he’s just marking his priority, as if every mark is a reminder of who you belong to.

—He’s the kind of guy who’d proudly show you off to his friends with a grin and say, “Yeah, this my girl right here.” And damn, he wouldn’t just say it—he’d feel like the luckiest guy alive to have you by his side.

—He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t just take you—he claims you. If he ever finds out you're with someone else, he'll make sure you remember exactly who you belong to.

Thanos' rough words dripped with condescension as he gripped your hips, pulling you onto his thick shaft in one brutal thrust. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he began to pound into your mercilessly. "You're fucking mine, this fucking tight pussy is mine," he snarled, his balls slapping against your ass with each savage stroke. "This fat cock is the only thing you need. That pathetic loser can't touch this, can he?" He reached down to rub you clit, his fingers pinching the sensitive bud as he continued to ravage you. "Hngg!...—pls s'too much! too much! Thanos m'sorry p-please I w-won't do it again."

"Stop?" He chuckled, "We both know you love this. Being used like a cheap whore, stuffed full of dick. Admit it, you'd rather choke on my cum than go back to that limp-dicked loser."

—Hes the kind of guy who loves messy blow jobs. The sight of your lips stretched obscenely around his throbbing cock, your eyes glazed over in blissful submission, he fucking loves it. Loves how you surrendered completely, letting him control every movement as he fucks your mouth.

"Fuck... Your throat was made for my dick, wasn't it? Such a perfect fit, like you were born to worship my cock." he moaned, tangling his fingers in your hair and using your mouth like a cheap fleshlight as he chased his pleasure. The wet sounds of sloppy oral sex filled the air, punctuated by your muffled whimpers and gurgles. (Gosh he fucking loves that) "Fuck yes... hngg—take it baby, take it all, you filthy little cumdump!" His hips snapped forward, burying his cock to the hilt in your gullet while thick ropes of cum spilled in your mouth, forcing you to gag and sputter around his girth. "Look at you, such a good girl, gagging on my dick like it's your purpose in life. You were meant to be a cumdump, weren't you? Fucking slut."

—He's the kind of guy who loses his shit when you squirt into his mouth, he just fucking loves it when you're flooding his mouth with your ambrosial release. Saying "Holy shit," "I love you so fucking much baby," "Mmmm, you're fucking addictive as hell, baby. Can't get enough of this sweet juices." as he greedily laps up every drop. Just the taste of your squirting orgasm would send him into a fucking frenzy.

—He's the kind of guy who takes you apart piece by piece every time he gets you alone, his usual cruel exterior dissolving into raw, unbridled need. He doesn't just touch you—he worships you, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony to draw out every moan, every shiver, every scream he can pull from you.

"You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum for me," he'd say, his voice dripping with hunger as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. His lips never leave your skin, trailing kisses and bites down your thighs, across your stomach, up to your neck.

"Look at you, spread open and dripping for me like the filthy little slut you are," he taunted, dragging a finger through your slick folds. "I bet all those prissy boys never made you feel this good, did they? They probably couldn't handle a real woman like you." he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as your body writhes beneath him. Even when your legs shake and your cries turn into breathless pleas, he doesn’t stop. He keeps you teetering on the edge, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you’re left trembling, completely undone, and utterly his.

[ashenquill]

[Gotham. A skyline is shown, accentuating the instantly-recognizable Wayne Enterprises building. The shot fades to a dirty street, with tipped trash cans and scattered garbage. Outside of a run-down coffee shop sits a table, and at this table are two men. The audience applauds when they are revealed to be the famous Richie Grayson and Timothy Drake-Wayne.]

Dick: Thanks for meeting me for coffee, Timmy! I’m glad I came to Gotham on a day you weren’t too busy.

Tim: Yeah, sure thing, Richie!

Dick: You even found a coffee shop in one of the nicer parts of Gotham!

[A gunshot and siren are heard in the distance and a piece of paper rolls by, resembling a tumble weed. Both men nod appreciatively while the audience laughs in the background. Dick takes a sip of his coffee, then smiles at Tim.]

Dick: So, how’s your Christmas shopping going?

Tim: [Gives a smile that can only be described as dangerous] Oh, just wonderful.

Dick: [Shivering] Why do I feel a chill running down my spine?

Tim: [Shrugging innocently] I have no idea what you could possibly mean by that.

Dick: Are you at least going to spare me from your mortifying Christmas gifts, this year?

Tim: Now, why would I do that?

Dick: [Blinking at him with round, pleading eyes that make the audience coo] Because I’m your favorite brother?

Tim: [Clearly embarrassed, and shifting awkwardly as he tries to change the topic] Maybe. Anyway, I still don’t know what to get for Bruce. He’s kinda hard to shop for.

Dick: [Leaning back in his chair, looking exasperated] Don’t I know it. Do you know how hard it was to think of gifts to get him as a kid? I grew up in the circus! I gave my parents pretty rocks for their birthdays!

Tim: What do you usually get Bruce?

Dick: Stupid stuff, mostly. Ugly socks and sweaters, funny mugs— he always cries about it anyway, you know how he gets.

Tim: [Mockingly, with tears] i’M jUsT sO hApPy tO kNoW yOu ThOuGhT oF mE

Dick: [Joining in] I jUsT LoVe mY kIDs sO mUcH

Tim: Hey, there’s an idea!

Dick: What? [Takes another sip of his drink]

Tim: That’s what I can get him for Christmas— a new kid!

Dick: [Spitting out his coffee] NO! Do NOT feed into the adoption addiction!

Tim: C’mon, Rich, just think about it! He’d be so excited!

Dick: [Head in hands] Where are you even going to find—

Random child: [Walks up to them timidly, holding a piece of paper close to his chest] Excuse me, are you Richie Grayson? Can I get your autograph?

Dick: [Looks at Tim, then the child, then Tim, then back at the child in quick succession] …Sure. What’s your name?

Random child: My name’s Billy!

Tim: Where are your parents, Billy?

Billy: Oh, they… [sniffing] they aren’t around, anymore. I’m an orphan.

Dick: [Stiffening]

Tim: [Eyes widening, leaning towards Dick]

Dick: [Aside to Tim] Timothy, no! We are not stealing this kid off the streets for Bruce!

Tim: He’s an orphan, Richie!

Dick: That doesn’t make it right!

Tim: But just look at him! Black hair! Blue eyes! He would be perfect!

Dick: I will not aid and abet you in kidnapping an orphan for a Christmas present! [turning back to Billy] Here you go, Billy. Merry Christmas!

Billy: Gee, thanks, Richie! You’re my hero! [scampers off, hugging his paper]

Tim: [Staring intently at Dick]

Dick: Timothy, we can’t just take him home with us—

Tim: Why not? That’s basically how Bruce aquired half his kids in the first place!

Dick: He doesn’t need any more! Five is already too many! Also, I’m pretty sure he has more that he’s hiding from us!

Tim: But he’s an orphan! And he looks like us! He would fit right in!

Dick: I still don’t think—

Tim: I don’t have any other ideas, Rich! So you can’t stop me! I’ve made up my mind!

Dick: Just because Bruce is hard to shop for, doesn’t mean you can resort to kidnapping!

Tim: Watch me!

[Tim runs away, and Dick shouts after him. The camera zooms out to the sounds of applause and laughter.]

SNL in the DC Universe 100% made a skit about Bruce Wayne the himbo billionaire with a chronic adoption addiction.

The Batkids 100% guessed starred in it without Bruce's knowledge or permission

[limethefirst]

So one, your fics are amazing like omg. Two can i make a request? For movie shadow x a reader who maybe has been seriously injuired and maybe gets close to death just like maria did after shadow had gotten close to them so shadows rushing them out to try and get help from gerald or just anyone after they infultrated gun. Not wanting the next person he cares about to die.

Pain

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x reader (platonic)

warnings: minor sonic 3 spoilers, mentions of death, injury, bodily harm

summary: after a mission gone wrong, Shadow finds you and tries his hardest to save you before it’s too late

a/n: im happy you enjoy my shadow fics I genuinely cannot express how grateful I am to see so many kind words coming from so many different people🥹 here’s your request! I hope you like it <3

You weren’t asked to infiltrate GUN, no, that was something volunteered to do. You planned to sneak in and insert the chip needed to deactivate the system for the Robotniks to activate the vault.

Simple in and out with no casualties, but you weren’t able to get out, caught in the cross fire that your boss was causing up above in the vault.

Your chest began to tighten as you tried to get out, but every hall had a surge of security roaming, per orders of the new lady in charge. So there you were, suck at the bottom of the building that you had no idea how to get out of.

Then there it was, a loud booming noise causing the entire structure to rumble; slightly knocking you off your feet. You fell to your knees trying to stabilize yourself as the rumbling stopped, but before you had a chance to use this a way of escaping the ceiling above you began to crack.

Quickly snapping your head up you cursed yourself for even volunteering to do this, a testament to try and prove your worth to Robotnik was the whole idea behind it.

Slowly the ceiling above you collapsed in some places, narrowing your route of escape. Your mind was racing with millions of plans on how to get out. You sent a small distress signal to your team, alerting them of your location in case they could get you out.

Just as you’d done that the small bits of ceiling that had fallen were right above where you were trying to run. The door was in front of you and freedom from this was nearer than you’d originally thought.

Not wasting anytime you bolted for the door, once you made it you tried to open it, only to realize that there was something holding it shut. You were trapped with no way to get out.

You stood there, still trying to push at the door when a sudden crack got your attention, before you could even react a chunk of the ceiling at hit you. It was painful and hard to see, the dawning reality of the situation making you panic.

Laying there felt like waiting for death to come, it was so scary, slowly you felt yourself losing consciousness. The stress and pain mixing leaving your body to shut down on itself.

Shadow saw the distress signal, he knew something was up, but he hesitated. He was about to leave, deciding maybe you could handle yourself. This was his chance to finally get revenge for Maria, then he stopped.

It was when he saw the building crumble in certain places, due to team Sonic’s muscle man, that he thought back to the signal you’d sent. He was torn but ultimately knew what he was going to do.

Teleporting there was mayhem, the bottom area where you should’ve been was terribly dirty, pieces of debris left and right. Then he saw you.

Your eyes were closed and your breathing was heavy, it looked like you had a cut in some places where the ceiling had hit you. His quills began to glow, indicating his intense emotion and rage that replaced his gloomy expression.

Shadow found himself at your side, trying to remove all of what was covering you without causing you any harm. He was fast but tried to stay calm, he knew he would be of no use if he rushed it.

Shadow was still kneeled at your side, this scene reminiscent of one he’d been at before. He tried to lift your back and head into his arms, he hadn’t teleported with humans before, but he had to in the moment.

Because Shadow knew he had to save you, and he only knew one person who would. So he rushed, rushed together find Gerald and plead with him to save you, that you were worthy of being saved, you had not wronged them there was no reason to let you die. Shadow would not let you die, he would not let the person had grown to care for die.

[babybearnation]

i love it because i love you

⎇f1 drivers x gn!reader ; he talks about you in his native language (reactions) ⎇contains: arthur leclerc, charles leclerc, dino beganovic, zhou guanyu, kimi antonelli, max verstappen, mick schumacher, paul aron, pierre gasly, yuki tsunoda ⎇author's note: new content style round 3 :D full summary: he talks about you in his native language and you overhear but he doesn't realise you speak the language. native english speakers not included because i don't think it makes sense lol. ⎇content warnings: n/a ⎇word count: 1.2k

arthur leclerc:

horrified. straight horrified. not only did he not realise you were right behind him, he also didn't know you spoke french. he's blushing ferrari red and charles is laughing at him but he's frozen to the spot. he wants to run away and act like he doesn't exist, but he's stuck in place, stuck under your gaze like you're medusa and he's the idiot who fell into your trap.

when you come over and shoo everyone else away before whispering your responding confession to him in shaky french, he can't stop himself from leaning forward to kiss you. it's only a quick peck but soon he's pulling back and babbling apologies in such messy, frantic french that you literally cannot understand him now because you're still a newbie at the language.

it's adorable, really.

charles leclerc:

you think mans isn't just running off and finding the nearest hiding place? you're wrong. after hearing you respond to his confession of his feelings for you in damn near perfect french, he starts running away like a damn cartoon character. except, in true charles fashion, he's kinda fucking dumb, and he forgets that you can literally see him as he runs away.

when you open the door to his hiding spot and hit him with your best "seriously?" look, he flushes, avoiding eye contact and squeaking out a shy little apology. it makes you giggle and he perks up before he's asking you out, a sudden rush of confidence flooding his veins. when you say yes, he's tugging you into the hiding spot with him so he can kiss you, entirely unaware of how suggestive it looks.

yeah, he gets in trouble with his pr team for that one..

dino beganovic:

he's awkwardly chuckling and stammering out apologies in a mix of swedish and english because he isn't sure which language is the best option and all of his friends are laughing at him (fondly, of course) so he eventually just shuts up and meets ur gaze with a tight-lipped smile. you, of course, find this charming.

when you step forward and take his hands in yours before sharing that you feel the same way in adorably broken swedish, dino can't help but get shy all over again, prompting another round of laughter from his friends. it only gets worse when you lean up and kiss his cheek before promising to talk later and practically sprinting off.

he's bright red for the rest of the day.

zhou guanyu:

f1 is so european-centric that whenever guanyu hears another person speaking mandarin, he gets all excited. this time, however, he's mortified. he'd been yapping on the phone about you in mandarin before you'd appeared, prompting him to end his call. when you shakily confess your feelings to him in mandarin, he's shook.

he stammers and stutters before bowing to you, not knowing how else to express his gratitude and admiration for you. when you giggle at his actions, he looks up fondly before immediately launching into a rapid monologue in mandarin that you can barely understand. he seems to catch on and just sighs, shaking his head at his own stupidity.

"i like you, y/n. that's a decent enough summary of what i just said."

kimi antonelli:

honestly, he lowkey makes it worse? when he comes to realise you've overheard him and understood what he's been saying about you, he breaks and starts speaking only italian. luckily, you understand the language quite well, but it makes the entire situation so awkward. like.. there really is no denying that kimi likes you now.

luckily, you like him back and you say as much to him, prompting a very cute blush to spread across his face. he's still very much broken so he ends up responding in italian and eventually, the two of you have settled back into speaking casually the way you were before. it's only when someone notices you're speaking italian that kimi gets reminded of what you two said before and he gets shy again.

yeah, he ends up speaking exclusively italian all day because of it.

max verstappen:

oh boy, he's fucking embarrassed. it takes a lot to embarrass him or make him shy but you? you make him so flustered and giddy he forgets basically every english word ever and just speaks exclusively in dutch around you. it's very much a problem, then, when he discovers you speak fluent dutch. oh god.

when he asks if you've understood his dutch in the past and you hit back with some form of teasing over hearing his many admissions of his feelings for you, he gets embarrassed. when you kiss him, however, the old max returns and he's all confident again, kissing you back and claiming that you're his.

that doesn't mean you won't stop teasing him about this, though.

mick schumacher:

oh this sweet boy is horrified. he's almost positive he's going to get rejected when he discovers that you can speak german and that you've been hearing him consistently praise you over and over to his friends practically right in front of you. then again, that does explain why you kept blushing...

but when you share your feelings for him in slightly wonky german, he can't help but giggle and get all happy, shyly lifting his hands to his face in a weak attempt to hide his rapidly worsening blush. you end up blushing as well, and really, you're just a pair of cherries at this point with how red you both are.

but hey, you both get a partner out of this blunder, so who's upset?

paul aron:

estonian is not a common language to hear in amidst the world of f1. paul is aware of that. that's why, when his brother is supporting him at races, he freely speaks estonian to him, especially when he's talking about you. so when he overhears you talking to his brother in estonian, he's fucking terrified.

of course, before he can run off, ralf spots him, and so he's forced to confront you and the knowledge that you know about his feelings for you. rather than being upset, however, you shoo his brother away and shyly confess your feelings. paul goes speechless and decides to just kiss you as a response instead.

ralf never lets him live it down.

pierre gasly:

he's actually not as shy as the others when he learns that you can speak french and have spoken it this entire time. he thinks its cool and you two end up bonding over and speaking almost exclusively in the language... and then he forgets and starts talking about his feelings for you in front of you.

you giggle and pull him to one side before explaining your own feelings and even then, even after being so embarrassed that he'd slipped up so easily, he recovers quickly and starts flirting with you, making you laugh and smile.

and really, isn't that what he wanted to achieve?

yuki tsunoda:

you know that one clip of him where he calls swearing beautiful and then retracts it almost immediately? yeah, something similar happens when he discovers you can understand him when he's speaking in japanese. he's horrified, literally pale as a ghost, when you respond to his lovesick comment with a shaky expression of gratitude.

before he can run off and join a travelling circus or something, you're pulling him into a kiss, soft and tender. when you two part, he can't focus and the words "will you be mine?" slip out from his mouth (in japanese of course). when you giggle and respond in japanese, it's game over and he's running off, claiming he needs to do a lap of the paddock to calm down.

you find it so adorable that you really can't complain.

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[ubeb0nes]

Sevika x Fem!Bar Owner!Reader - The One Who Pours the Drinks

Pt. 3 (can be read as standalone)

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Summary: After their (very homosexually-charged) estrangement a few weeks ago, Angel tries to bury the sour Sevika left in her heart. Sevika does the same, dismissing any meaning to be found in how she still makes sure to walk by the Five-Copper Furnace at least twice a week.

But one thing remains true: No one threatens the one who pours the drinks.

a/n: i'm a dirty filthy liar, i finished pt. 3 for bar owner reader before i even started my warmup for writing sevika's character LMFAO. will still do that prompt at some point!!

w/c: like 4.3k ish

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The world doesn’t stop spinning because of one person.

It’s a sentiment you were forced to be fond of in your life before the one you had now. People had always come and gone, it was the nature of the crime life, and it was certainly the nature of the Zaun one too. To stop and mourn for too long was to die.

And you had a business to run.

You did your best to count your lucky stars every night, reminding yourself as you wiped down the bar that there were other people. Plenty of women with smokey laughs and eyes like the moon. You were a good-looking bastard, you’d find the next one. You had all the time in the world now, away from the strife that used to follow you like a shadow.

Pay no mind to how you always swiped harder at the bar as you had these thoughts, slamming tumblers and plates into their places beneath the bar with extra vigor. Nor to how Zaun was about as different from Bilgewater as steel to iron.

Sevika’s men and their presence started to dwindle with hers, albeit more slowly; many of them almost seemed hesitant, apologetic. You caught one of them on your way into the bar to open it for the evening.

“I’m real sorry, Angel,” he’d said.

“I’m sure she’s got other work for you,” you said, waving him off as if it was- and indeed, it was- nothing personal. You only had problems with one ex-frequent of your bar. You weren’t even all that inclined to include the heavy muscle she brought in with her on the last visit.

“Always other work where the boss is concerned,” he affirmed, “But… this has been one of the better gigs.” You stayed static outside your bar for a moment as he walked away, your key still stuck in the lock.

It’s not like you needed protection in the first place, you were more than capable. Not that Sevika knew that. You grumbled to yourself as you organized the prep area behind the bar; you hadn’t had to give much mind to security the past several months, Sevika handled the matter in its entirety without you so much as having to ask.

It’s a sentiment you were forced to be fond of in your life before the one you had now. People had always come and gone, it was the nature of the crime life, and it was certainly the nature of the Zaun one too. To stop and mourn for too long was to die.

You’d have to add that back into your list of tasks. Along with putting all the stools up at closing time. And what were you supposed to do with all these damn cigarillos you had behind the counter? You didn’t smoke nearly as much as she did.

You smacked a hand that wasn’t yours away from the aforementioned stash, smirking when you heard a small, “Ow, jerk!”

“You’re not old enough to smoke.”

“It’s Zaun, babies would smoke if they could,” the boy, a little tail of yours named Kix, retorted, pouting as he hopped up on the counter. You sighed. “I finished that book you gave me.”

“Yeah? How was it?”

“Pretty good! And, I think, as a reward for finishing it, I should-”

“Yeah, I’m gonna stop you right there,” you said, stepping away to move the lemons you just sliced into a container. Your tail, of course, followed.

“Fine, can I at least finally get a knife?”

“When you can wield one of those batons without smacking yourself in the face, yeah. ‘Til then, hell no.”

“That’s a bad word!”

“Like you care!” You could only breathe out a laugh. The children of Zaun were sharp, often leaving you deeply amused and incredulous.

“Ugh,” he said dramatically, flailing against the bar. You shot one of your patrons an apologetic look at the antics of Stray Wet Cat #1. “But you have so many, Angel!” He exclaimed, “How’d you get those anyway? Did you kill somebody?”

I killed a lot of people, you wanted to say, but something told you that wouldn’t have been appropriate. ��I told you before, Kix,” you started, voice gentle like a teacher’s, “Zaun isn’t the only place in the world where you need to defend yourself. The world is way bigger.”

“Doesn’t feel like it,” he muttered to himself, pushing away from the bar and trudging back to the lounge area connected to the kitchen, where a few of the other kids spent their time. You frowned as you watched him walk away, then looked down at the paring knife in your right hand.

For the children of Zaun, life depended on which end of the knife you found yourself on, and oftentimes nothing more. How much were you really doing for them, giving them sandwiches to eat and rudimentary lessons on how to hold a blade? They all had to leave the bar at the end of each day, stepping back into the streets waiting to swallow them whole on their treks back home.

“Don’t be so hard on ya’self, Ang’,” the patron you’d shared a look with earlier interjected. You looked up at him in a daze, quickly putting on a thoughtful smile.

“I’m okay,” you replied simply.

“And so are those kids, thanks to you,” he said, “A little bit goes a long way in Zaun. These kids can stretch an inch of kindness, always have been able to.”

You saw eyes like slate in your mind as the gentleman went back to nursing his drink, and your smile faltered.

Weren’t these the kids Sevika claimed to be doing her righteous work for? What could she tell them as she chipped away at their safe haven, showing up bi-weekly just to take away a little more? You growled lowly as you swiped a cigarillo from beneath the counter, abiding the thought to linger in your mind- as if you could condition yourself to hate her faster.

You were busy staring down the end of the cigarillo as you lit it, almost too busy to notice how a wave of quiet had washed over the Five-Copper Furnace. Your eyes flicked to the door just in time, though.

Your busy mind halted all thoughts more trivial than the now, a low voice reminding you of the shotgun beneath your bar, the knives in your sleeves, and the preeminent experience in violence that scarred your skin. Four men wearing all manners of weapons, and gleaming belt buckles of meridian silver, stalked into your bar.

𒀭 𒀭 𒀭

Sevika was, for whatever reason, a woman well-versed in the department of odd and unwanted talents. Being weirdly good with kids was at the forefront.

“Oh! Captain-General Metal Arm Lady!” Well, she knew which kid that was*.*

“Why is my name so long?” She muttered to herself as she stopped anyway, and turned on her heel to face him. The boy, one of Angel’s little henchmen named Kix, skidded to a stop in front of her. “What is it, kid?” She asked gruffly.

“Where’ve you been? Are you and Angel having a lover’s quarrel?”

Isn’t he like twelve?? Sevika picked her jaw up from the ground as quickly as it’d fallen. “Who the hell even taught you what that is?” She asked incredulously.

“That’s a bad word. And I read it in a book. Are you coming to the Five-Copper?”

“No, I’m busy,” Sevika said flatly. Her brow furrowed at the way his face fell. Not like a child who’d been told no, but a boy who had something to fear. “…Why?”

“Well, uh… m-maybe you could just stop by?” He rocked back on his heels, looking over his shoulder at the bar in question. He’d caught Sevika so close to the place, he just needed to get her through the door… “I think Angel might… u-um…”

Sevika sighed. “Before tomorrow, Kix.”

“I think Angel might need you.”

Sevika scoffed, turning with a small flare of her cloak (drama queen), “She’s a big girl, she can handle herself just fine, kid. I gotta go.” A small, surprised grunt rose out of her when she felt a tug on her metal arm. She looked down at the boy, shooting him a glare that lacked even an inch of fire.

“Please, Miss Sevika! A bunch of guys just walked in and I don’t know them, a-and they have really ugly, scary faces, and-”

“Okay! Okay. C’mon, let’s go,” Sevika rattled her arm out of Kix’s grasp, sweeping it back beneath her cloak. The boy let out a small cheer as her broad form turned in the direction of the Five-Copper Furnace, and he fell into step under the cover of her shadow. “And don’t call me ‘Miss Sevika’. Just Sevika is alright,” she made a small, grossed-out sound.

“Okay! Does that mean we’re friends?”

“No,” she replied, giving his head a small nudge as they walked.

“Ack! Bully!”

The smile that began to flicker across her features promptly melted back into her perpetual frown as she watched almost half a dozen patrons leave the Five-Copper in succession. “How many of them were there, kid?” She asked in a low voice.

“Uh, I think four?”

Sevika hummed, stopping beside the entrance. She pulled Kix aside by the collar with her, as even more patrons filed out. “Are your friends in there?” She asked. The boy nodded. “Okay. Go get ‘em through the back. And go home.”

“But-!”

“Uh-uh. She’s already pissed at me enough, can’t imagine how mad she’d be if you brats got hurt once this goes down.”

“So…” Sevika felt a few grey hairs grow in at the same time Kix’s frown faded into a grin, “…it is a lover’s quarrel?”

“Kix!”

“Okay, bye Sevika!” He hopped up and down as if to charge himself up before sprinting off. Sevika watched as he nearly tripped over himself when he quickly halted again. “Uh… you won’t let them hurt Angel, right?”

“She’ll be fine,” Sevika said. She sighed as his feet stayed planted in the ground. Her voice was softer when she spoke again, “You have my word, kid. Angel will be okay.” He gave her a final grin, before darting off. Sevika cracked her neck as she zeroed back on the entrance to Angel’s bar. “Guess collections is early this month,” she muttered wryly, before pushing the door open.

𒀭 𒀭 𒀭

“These people don’t even know, do they?”

You breathed out tendrils of smoke from your nose, lowering your voice in line with the bounty hunter’s. His friends had stayed mute, opting to survey your patrons and the bar itself like three angry lighthouses.

You smiled slightly at those who hadn’t left yet, whose postures were coiled tightly like metal springs.

“I can’t imagine it’d change a thing,” you replied. You picked up the wanted poster (old fashioned, you were aware) he’d thrown on the counter, giving it another flippant once-over. Your likeness had been- rather skillfully- illustrated in the center, with meaningless words like ‘Wanted’ and ‘approach with care’ swimming around it.

God, I’m good-looking, you thought with a smile and a nod.

“And yet you have ‘em call you a different name. Bury your old one with the rest of your money, huh?”

“Oh, that isn’t buried. Not one bit,” Your face spread into a grin, wolfish teeth crushing the filter of the cigarillo. You saw the hunger that flickered in his eyes, a greed so romantically entwined with the people of Bilgewater that men died for it. Like this one would.

“Well, good to know! Between that and the hundred Golden Krakens on your head, you’ll make a fine cashout,” the rancid man said, “Angel.”

Your eyes widened slowly, mockingly. “A hundred Golden Krakens?” You echoed, “…Can I turn myself in?” Your eyes flicked casually to the door as you heard it open once again.

“Very funny. Now…”

Whatever the hunter had to say ceased to matter as you watched her walk in. Wide shoulders curved inwards, entering with the same intent your remaining customers all had. Sevika met your eyes immediately.

On one hand, not only was your safety further secured, but a return in a casket to your old city was all but out of the question now. Sevika wouldn’t let you die, at the very least, you knew that much.

On the other hand… Sevika was in your bar. Your eyes narrowed at her, and you gave her a look that practically screamed ‘piss off’ in spite of your other senses relaxing. She shook her head at you, matching your rising agitation with an annoyed curl of her lip.

Kix, she mouthed. Oh, thanks, kid. What a wingman.

You would’ve found it silly the way she stuck to the walls as she moved through the bar. Trying to get closer to you, you realized. A hand slamming down on the table and another grabbing your collar brought your attention back to more pressing matters.

Sevika felt her heart jump higher in her chest, and she resisted the urge to rush right to you and pluck that man’s head from the rest of him. A firm hand on her shoulder was all that prevented her, and she leveled her gaze with the fool who’d stepped in her line of view.

“We called dibs on this job, you’re too late,” the hunter said. Sevika furrowed her brows in brief confusion, but the pieces came together quickly in a mind as sharp as hers.

Bounty hunters? For you?

He gave her shoulder a shove, and Sevika let herself be moved. Some distance to deploy her left arm’s blade, good. “Go on,” he growled.

A scream from the bar counter swiveled all heads in that direction.

Sevika’s eyes widened as your name started to rise in her throat, until she saw the main perpetrator sink like a stone in water… his hand left behind in your grasp. You wiped the knife on your apron, throwing your still-burning cigarillo at him as he writhed on the floor.

Sevika threw her cloak to the ground before her sensibilities turned to steel.

𒀭 𒀭 𒀭

You would’ve made a fine alchemist, if you hadn’t chosen the more profitable industry of alcoholism instead.

You also would’ve been far less likely to have ever encountered Sevika and the all-consuming rage she inspired in you if you’d started an Apothecary. What with her- very much expected- aversion to seeking out any medical assistance of any sort.

“Ow.”

“Stay still.”

“Ow.” Sevika hissed when you pressed the tonic-doused cloth to her wound with the exact same vigor as before, thrashing away from you. You sat up straight, leveling her with a look that seethed with your indignance.

“You’re acting like a wuss.”

“And you’re acting like a child who didn’t get her way,” she snapped. Your eye twitched, and so you closed them to take a moment to gather yourself.

You missed the way Sevika’s gaze fell slowly to your lap, eyes creasing as she frowned at your battered hands. You hadn’t had time to pull your gun from beneath the bar before shit went down, and so you’d resorted to hacking with hand and blade. Sevika had been at your back like a magnet, sticking to you and letting the hunters come to her. You’d held your own valiantly.

She only serviced you a lukewarm glare as you moved back to her, this time gently easing the cloth onto her wounded cheek. You held her in place by the other side of her face. “You can take a punch but not a wound disinfectant,” you quipped.

“I took more than just a punch recently, princess.” Sevika side-eyed you when your touch faltered, letting out a shallow huff from her nose.

“Unbelievable…” you muttered.

“Who the hell were those guys? What could they possibly want with you?” Sevika asked. You jutted your lip at her in annoyance when her movements shifted the cloth.

She looked down to ponder the fight from a few hours ago (the lower floor was still an absolute wreck, but that was a problem for you to deal with tomorrow). Silver teeth; and weaponry not at all reminiscient of anything you’d find in Zaun, or Piltover. They had moved with an erratic tick to their attacks, not completely unlike the Shimmer-dependent henchmen Silco kept; although their addiction ran strictly red.

“They weren’t Zaunites,” she mused aloud.

“…No. They weren’t. They were from Bilgewater.”

You freed your other hand to reach for your wanted poster you’d nabbed before heading upstairs, and handed it to Sevika. There was a hanging silence between you as she read the same words over and over again.

“They got your likeness wrong,” she said. You pursed your lips, waiting. “Your head is bigger than that.”

“Shut up.”

Sevika chuckled; or at least gave a limp attempt at it. Her hand holding the poster fell with a soft crunch as she sighed. You let your own hands rest in your lap as she closed her eyes, and leaned her head over the back of your couch.

She had such a pretty neck. The lines of that strange scar were like wisps of blue smoke on her skin. You wanted to reach out to touch them, to thank her sweetly for defending you even as you spat fire on her wounds. You wanted to kiss all the smooth and rough patches you could see, lull her into a soft sleep-

“This is gonna get back to Silco in a couple of days tops.”

You scoffed. “What, is he gonna raise my rent? Doesn’t he have a revolution to claim to run?”

Deep down, you were impressed with what Sevika let you get away with saying to her. Inadvertently discounting her life’s work was no small thing, and you’d seen her put others on the ground for less. It was even more surprising when she gave a real answer to your poor-faithed question.

“You should’ve kept your head low. And let me deal with it. Not- cut a guy’s hand off.” She shook her head, rubbing her forehead. You opened your mouth to refute your lost honor, but she beat you to it, “You’re too… competent. He’ll wanna bring you in now. And you’re no good to the Undercity if he pockets you.”

You’re about to ask her why the hell does she work for him then, but another piece clicks into place before the words surface. Sevika watches the realization cross your face. “So that’s why you…”

“Trust me,” Sevika took hold of your wrist as she raised her head to stare scrutinizingly at your wall, and guided you to press the cloth back to her face. “The collections I take from you are cheaper than really being under his heel. You should see what he takes from that Sheriff up in Piltover.” She breathed out a humorless laugh. Your eyes widened, as the scope of Silco’s reach did too. **

You were a fool. Had going straight truly dulled your cunning mind? (Or was it just the handsome woman sitting in your living room…)

“That’s the discounted price too, by the way,” she muttered. You were pulled from your thoughts with a soft laugh.

“I knew you were fond of me.”

“I like what you do for the kids.”

“It’s nothing,” you said softly, surveying the injury on her face and deeming it sufficiently stabilized to move onto the next. You were glad, at least, that the brunt of the pain had been inflicted on you two rather than your good-willed customers.

Sevika’s brow furrowed as she watched you go through the motions of prepping her next injury. Truthfully, she didn’t know why she let you drag her upstairs in the first place; the way you coupled your attentive- if not presumptuous- touch with barbed jabs at her gall for walking into your bar should’ve pissed her off. But she let you move her like you were a breeze.

Your movements were practiced, like you’d spent a whole lifetime sweeping up the broken pieces of stupid, pointless fights. Sevika looked down at the wanted poster again. “…How much is 100 Golden Krakens?” She asked.

You hummed as you tried to think of the best comparison in Zaun’s economy, “Probably eightteen months’ worth of what I make running the bar.”

“Janna-”

You laughed heartily as you carefully peeled the wax paper from a bandage. Subconsciously, you rubbed over the wound once it was patched to soothe the ache, not noticing how Sevika’s gaze immediately went to your nimble hand. “Why, you thinkin’ about turning me in?” You teased.

“Funny,” she deadpanned, “Would be one less pain in the ass for me, though.” She gave you a pointed onceover. Her feigned exasperation melted into a grin when you slapped her leg (albeit very weakly).

“You just said you like me!”

“That isn’t what I said,” she said, still feigning dismissal so smugly. You hated how well she wore a petty smirk, or how pretty her teeth were when she gleaned a real smile.

(You wanted to kiss that stupid look right off her face.)

Instead, all you did was roll your eyes, collapsing on the opposite end of the couch. In Sevika’s mind, she just won that encounter.

“You mind if I smoke?”

You waved your hand, looking out the window of your kitchen, “Worse has happened in my house today.” She didn’t pull your gaze back to her until you heard her shifting around for a longer amount of time than it should’ve taken for someone to find a cig and lighter. “Lose your lighter?” You mocked, taking in the cigarillo hanging out of her mouth as she patted down her pockets with mild frustration on her face.

“One of the bastards must have knocked it out of my pack,” she said with an agitated sigh. Her eyes perked up at the metal clink of… your lighter. You laid your head back against the arm of the couch, resting the open lighter slightly above your abdomen. Sevika’s breath caught as she realized how close she’d have to get to you- how close you’d make her get to you- to get a light.

Her eyes narrowed into a glare as they slid up to meet your gaze. She wasn’t about to make a coward of herself now, though. She held your expectant stare as she leaned down between your legs, one of her hands boldly bracing on your shin with a slight squeeze. She cupped her hand protectively around yours as she lit the end of her cigarillo. The way your eyes widened and your chest stopped rising with breath wasn’t lost on her.

I take it back, Kix, she thought, I don’t think she’s all that pissed.

She turned her head to the side as she blew smoke from her mouth. “Tell me something,” she said, her voice nearly a purr. You had to fight with your own goddamn eyes to tear away from the small puffs of smoke that left her mouth as she spoke. You cocked a brow. “Were you a pirate or something?” She asked. Her eyes widened slightly when you met her with silence. “Oh, sweet hell…”

“Don’t laugh!”

She laughed. You loved that she did.

“That was… a long time ago,” you waved your hand like you could bat the memories away, but they’d never felt more with you than today. You had nearly forgotten how easy it was to snatch someone’s life away. You’d made a fortune on it once, and yet… the muscle of ruthlessness had grown weak and disoriented with lack of exercise. You frowned to yourself, shaking your head. “I did a lot of things I’m not proud of.”

Sevika shrugged, taking another drag. “We don’t choose where life puts us,” she replied. You shouldn’t have been surprised by such a… thoughtful sentence leaving her mouth. But your brows still raised slightly as you looked at her. “I’m not gonna be the one to judge you around here.”

You frowned, guilt jabbing in your gut. “But I did you.”

“Maybe you weren’t wrong for it,” she retorted softly. Your eyes widened. She inhaled softly before continuing, swiveling her gaze to meet yours again. “I used to try an’ push Silco to do more for the kids. Get books smuggled in in between all the Shimmer requisitions,” she scoffed, shaking her head. Your heart squeezed as you watched her carefully begin to pull the curtains around her true self back- for you. “Give people resources, just… something. I didn’t realize I let four years go by ‘til I saw you doing all that for the kids the moment you touched down here.”

You sighed, swinging your legs over the edge of the couch to rub your face with both hands. “You really think I won’t be able to help them at all once Silco comes knocking?” You asked, biting your lip as you felt like what was the only answer was slowly enclosing around you.

Immediately though, Sevika shook her head. Your mouth opened slightly in confusion as she stood up from your couch. “No. I’m gonna handle this,” the determination in her step would have been beyond adorable if it weren’t for your utter bemusement. “I… owe you,” she said slowly. You wanted to laugh at how her fierce bravado seemed to come to a skidding stop the moment she had to make an admission on her pride.

“Oh yeah?” You teased.

She rolled her eyes as she pulled her cloak back on over her shoulders, concealing that absolute unit of a figure from your prying eyes. You smiled at how her broad shoulders were still very apparent, and the beginnings of her v-line peeked out with that damn cropped vest- get it together, Angel. “He’s gonna know I was here anyway, might as well make something out of it,” she explained (right, you bought that…), pausing again to scrutinize you, “You’re all good?”

Trigonometric equations started floating around in your head as you tried to decipher what she could possibly mean with that question, until her arched brow turned judgemental at how long you were taking to answer.

Oh. She was just asking about your… general wellbeing. Aw!

“O-oh, yeah, I’m all good,” you said. Truthfully too, you were more used to fighting the Bilgewater types than her, and had come out of the confrontation mostly unscathed. Your jaw stuttered as if to say more when she hummed and took a swift step forward, tilting your head up with her index and thumb.

“You’re not lying?” She asked lowly, turning your head gently from side to side.

“E-even if I was, it’s none of your business,” you snapped defensively. Dumbass. Did you have any idea how red your face was?

With an amused exhale from her nose, Sevika gently let go of your chin, fleetingly brushing her crooked index over your cheek. “Whatever you say, princess,” she said. She didn’t even give you a chance to shoot back something clever (as if you had something prepared) before she was sweeping towards the door, fixing her cigarillo in the corner of her mouth. “Your bar’s a mess,” she quipped over her shoulder, just to be a dick.

“Fuck you!” You called after her, the smile on your face crystal-clear in your tone. The last thing you saw was her pretty side-profile as she half-glanced at you with smug amusement lining her face, before she closed the door behind her.

You slumped back on the couch, letting out a heavy sigh. “That goddamn woman…” you muttered, “Fuck.”

[astracora]

The Nightmare

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc

Warnings: Nightmare, spoilers for main story (Chapter 4), hurt/comfort

Word Count: 803

Written: 2nd January 2025

Notes: Established relationship Sylus/MC, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me. I had the mental image of wolf Sylus trying to devour mc, except his jaws never closed, so I ended up just throwing this out. Something something I earn a dime, something something capitalism, something something post fic on company time.

Masterlist AO3

You watch as the flames lick their way through what's left of the house. Eating its way through framework. Chewing and splintering shattered glass. If you look closely you can see a dragon. Horns twisted and broken, tail sharper than a scorpion sting. Claws gouging out the ground as it moves.

Closing your eyes doesn't stop the heat touching your cheeks, it doesn't make the image go away, so burned into your retinas you can see its shade against your eyelids.

The beast moves, uncaring of you, through the remains of what had been your home. Through memories you'd wanted to cherish more than you had.

To time you wished you'd not wasted.

It slips out from underneath you, the ground swallowing you whole, and as you look back up you see the bright red eyes spearing you. Wavering flame and scorched earth.

The fall isn't long, but the landing is hard. Knocking the air from your lungs, and sparks fill your vision. Rolling to your side, you force a hand to push you back up. It's colder here, there's no devouring beast, tearing your life from you. Instead just endless dark, snarled trees.

Unfamiliar forest that stretches past the edges of your mind. You are still alone, but despite the chill in your bones, this is a better place to be stuck… than on the edge of the abyss.

Your legs are unsteady when you stand, trembling steps pushing you forwards.

Whispers flicker out of the trees.

Alone.

Broken.

Worthless.

Stupid.

You turn, looking for the speaker, but the voices are different and there's no one lurking behind branches.

You think you recognise them, the calls. Familiar, intimate, but they're twisted. Believing that the voices would call you such things… It feels worse than the flames licking your skin.

Moving forwards is the only option available to you. If you stop, if you stall… your terrified mind thinks you might slip back into the ground. Too scared to know what else will be waiting for you.

A growl ripples through the trees, turning to a snarl. You step forward, ready to run, but ice crawls up your leg. Freezing your skin, pulling you to your knees. Stumbling until you're on your knees. Your lone hand stabilises you before that too is encased in ice.

A huge white wolf stalks out, molten eyes and dripping canines. It approaches you, sniffing like you're its next meal.

Judging by the way its tongue lolls out, to pass over the skin of your neck, you might be.

You want to close your eyes again, escape, be anywhere else, but it keeps you captive. Jaws open, and you try to pull away but its head is too big.

The heat of its breath against your skin, the dripping saliva on your neck as it closes around you.

Of all the ways to die, you didn't think it would be a beast in the forest.

Your heart, likely, maybe a wanderer's sword… you'd take the unlikely dream of it being in your sleep, at an old age, in the arms of those you love.

Instead, it will be a creature, as beautiful as it is dangerous, devouring you in a forest where no one will ever find whatever is left of you.

As the fangs dig into your skin, blood trickling, soaking into your clothes… you wait for the snap.

"Kitten."

Shaking.

"Beloved, come on."

Heat against your face.

"Wake up."

You gasp, lurching forwards. Falling into the heat of a familiar embrace. The scent of Sylus, wrapping around you, the feeling of his lips pressing to your neck. Over where the wolf fang's still sting.

Hand clasping at his hair, tangling in silver locks.

"You're safe, I'm here." He hums into your neck. Easing the ache in your chest, the heart that thunders too quickly to be safe. It is home. Eased with the chaotic beat of his against yours. "Breathe, kitten." His thumb rubs constant pressure into the back of your neck.

When your heart settles, and the fear skitters back to recesses, you pull away enough to bump his forehead with yours. Peering in at jewel-like eyes, painted in concern, but a hearth of comfort. The beasts in your nightmares disappear, hand placed on their brow, easing them back, lowering their hackles.

It is not a nightmare that waits for you when you wake, it is a warm bed, warm arms, and gentle affection.

A drink is placed on the side table, steam rising from hot milk and honey, another kiss is pressed into your head, and your eyes drift closed.

You're safe.

You're home.

There are no beasts here. No monsters to hurt you…

And when you wake up, you will greet the love of those around you, and find comfort in warm arms.

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

no doubt ── s. jy (sneak peek!)

↳ summary ── struggling to balance a world tour, endless responsibilities, and...well, the sting of getting dumped by his girlfriend, jake finds peace & comfort confiding in you—one of his closest friends. what begins as lighthearted late-night phone calls while he's away on tour deepens into something more, quickly pulling you both into uncharted emotional territory. as your connection with jake intensifies, so does your inner turmoil—torn between the comfort of your easy relationship with him and the terrifying possibility of falling for someone you're not even sure you can have in the first place. but jake? jake has absolutely no doubt of what he wants—and spoiler alert? it's you.

↳ pairing ── jake x f!reader, [ft. childhoodbestfriend!jungwon, bestfriends!enha]

↳ genre ── idol!jake, friends to lovers!au || fluff, angst, crack

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── hai everyone, the freaking turmoil & HOLD this fic has on me,,,has me writing til 8AM in the freaking morning because CLEARLY ─ i have unspoken issues . anyways here's a teaser of my recent hyperfixation that i'm sharing with the world. at the rate i'm writing this every night (& morning), it should be out soon (hopefully) :3 also this snippet i decided to include is my attempt at angst...i hope yall enjoy !

also send me an ask/comment if you'd like to be tagged !!! <3

snippet under the cut!!

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“Y/N.” 

His voice is quiet, almost drowned out by the muffled hum of music and laughter seeping from the party you should've escaped from a long time ago. You stop in your tracks, swallowing hard before turning around.  

Jake stands a few feet away, his usual easy confidence replaced by something raw, almost broken. He looks disheveled, his hands clenching at his sides as though they're the only thing anchoring him.  

“Can we talk?” he asks, his voice low but unsteady. 

You stomach twists, but you steel yourself, "What do you want, Jake?"  

You shift your weight and instinctively cross your arms, a defensive barrier between you and the boy you spent too long letting into your heart. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the vulnerability in them makes your resolve falter. 

He takes a hesitant step towards you before exhaling shakily, running a hand through his hair.  

“I—I messed up tonight. I didn’t mean to...," he trails off, his words fumbling, his eyes searching yours in desperation.  

"...to completely ignore me all night? Make me feel like nothing?" You finish for him, your quiet voice breaking despite your attempt to stay composed.  

"No. God, no. You're not nothing," he says quickly, his voice faltering on the last word. "Y/N, you matter so much to me."  

“Well it definitely didn't feel that way,” your voice is barely audible, but you finally look up at him, the hurt bubbling to the surface. “After everything you said—promised, everything we talked about…” 

"I know, I just—" he hesitates, his voice barely above a whisper. He takes a tentative step closer, his movements slow and careful, like he's afraid you'll shatter if he gets too close. "I was nervous." 

"It’s been so long, and I didn’t know what to say, how to act. I wanted to get it right—to make it perfect—but instead, I just—" he stops, dragging another frustrated hand through his hair. His eyebrows knit together in that familiar way that once made your heart flutter, but now only adds to the ache in your chest. 

You let out a hollow laugh, the sound foreign even to your own ears, “Well, congratulations, Jake. You managed to mess it up anyway.” 

“Please,” he looks devastated, his hands trembling at his sides. “Y/N, please don’t think I don’t care about you. I do. More than you know. I just—I don't know how to do this. I panicked and I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear."  

You look at him, your eyes stinging with unshed tears as you take a shaky breath, “Then why was...why was she all over you tonight? Why didn’t you stop her?” 

He falters, his shoulders slumping under the weight of your question, “It wasn’t what it looked like. I didn’t—I couldn’t—” 

“You couldn’t,” you echo, the words spilling out in a rush now, each one cutting deeper. “I should've known. Let me guess, she wants to get back together, right?"  

Jake's silence is deafening, and it immediately answers your question. He opens this mouth, but nothing comes out. The way he looks at you—eyes wide and filled with regret, lips trembling as if searching for the right words—confirms everything you’re afraid of. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, a shaky breath escaping your lips—the sound caught somewhere between a sigh of realization and a choked sob. No matter how hard you try, the wall holding back your emotions cracks under the weight of it all. The doubts you've tried so hard to bury suddenly resurface, crashing over you suddenly, each one carrying the sting of every insecurity, every fear you’ve ever had about this moment, about him. Your chest feels tight, your heart splintering under the realization that everything you were afraid of might be true. 

"Jake, I can't do this," you whisper, shaking your head. "I can't be the person you lean on while you try to figure out what you want."  

"No, no—Y/N, I do know what I want," he pleads, his voice cracking as he tries to step closer. "And it’s you. Always been you, Y/N. Everything I said before—I meant it."  

His words hang heavy in the air, the faint echo of the party music filtering through the cracks in the door and into the quiet hallway. You look away, refusing to let him see your tears finally spilling over.  

"You promised," you let out softly. "You promised you wouldn't hurt me. You said you'd prove that I could trust you, that I didn't have to be scared. You knew I was worried, Jake. And you hurt me anyways."  

"And I swear I meant every word I said. I still do," Jake says, his voice desperate. He steps even closer, his hand reaching out and brushing yours, but you pull back before he can close the distance. "You have to believe me. Please, Y/N. You're the only one I care about."  

You shake your head again, the tears now freely slipping down your cheeks despite your best efforts, "I don't know if I can believe that anymore, Jake. I wanted to, I really, really did. But tonight..."  

Jake’s face falls, the weight of your pain crashing into him all at once. His lips tremble as he struggles to hold himself together, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. This was the first time seeing you in so long, and this sight of you—broken because of him—cuts deeper than he thought possible. His voice is barely above a whisper, raw and pleading, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I—God, please. Please give me a chance.” 

You look at him—at the boy who's become your safe space —and all you feel is the ache in your heart.  

"I can't do this right now, Jake," you finally let out a deep breath and take a step back. "I think I just need space."  

The words hang in the air like a death sentence. His breath hitches as if your words physically hit him in face, "Y/N..." 

Your phone suddenly buzzes, a text from Jungwon letting you know he's outside. You glance down at it, then back at Jake. For a moment, you hesitate, your heart screaming at you to stay, to give him the chance he's begging for. But your head knows better. 

"I have to go," you murmur softly, turning away before the tears threaten to spill all over again. You force yourself to keep walking, fighting the overwhelming urge to look back—to let him pull you into his arms, where you wished so desperately you belonged.  

Frozen, Jake watches helplessly as you walk away, his chest tightening with every step you take. Everything feels like it's caving in, regret clawing at him the more he sees you walk further away. He opens his mouth to say something—anything—but the words fail him, silenced by the weight of his own mistakes.  

The hallway falls into a haunting silence, broken only by the faint echo of your retreating steps, a cruel reminder of what he's just let slip away.  

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

not my usual style of light-hearted crack...but sum of the other parts are still very rom-commy bc im sucker for dat shtuff :3

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<3, addie

[lizzy06]

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Main Masterlist

Her kind Hound by Frost_Fly(arranged marriage) The Demon Slayers were well respected and loved by all. So when a request is made by a Hashira for a wife, villages leap at the chance. How in the world, were you selected? [ONGOING]

What Is It That You See In Me? by Tildaendofthyme33 (Arranged Marriage, Angst, Hurt/comfort) After being the undesirable eldest sister your whole life, overshadowed by your breathtakingly beautiful sisters, you finally marry. More specifically, an arranged marriage with a man you know very little about. [ONGOING]

christ, just hold still by frogsterz (fluff, humor) This asshole who keeps running away from you and your attempts to stop him from fucking bleeding out in a forest? He really pisses you off.[COMPLETED]

Miscommunication by barelyhuman (oneshot, modern au, fluff) Shinazugawa's been giving you the side eye for a while now. You decide to find out what's up.[COMPLETED]

Experiment in emotions by Frost_Fly (fluff, anxiety disorder) You had shut yourself away from the world after a traumatic incident. At the behest of your friends you sign up for an experiment at the local college. Help a demon reintegrate back into society. What could go wrong? [ONGOING]

Bumpy Road by Frost_Fly/@nichirinpen (oneshot, modern au, smut) It was just a part time job on a farm, but the owner's grandson Sanemi has been nothing but an ass to you. One bumpy road rider later and a storm, you find out he can actually be nice. Really nice. [COMPLETED]

C's Get Degrees by paku_no_da (college au, enemies to lovers, fluff, eventual smut) (y/n) is in danger of failing a class along with the boy she cannot stand, Sanemi Shinazugawa. They are given the option to enter a vocal competition where they decide to team up.[COMPLETED]

Brave Enough (Sanemi & Reader) by saturnsnake (oneshot, fluff) It's the middle of the night, and you don't understand why Sanemi Shinazugawa is at your door. But he's injured, and he said he's got nowhere else to go.[COMPLETED]

stay with me by shinobiroses (osamugiris) (oneshot, fluff, hurt/comfort) in which sanemi is afraid to turn out like his father[COMPLETED]

come back to me alive by shinobiroses (osamugiris) (oneshot, hurt/comfort) the final battle approaches, and sanemi’s wife fears for his life more than she ever has before.[COMPLETED]

Hell to Pay by paranoidxbastard (oneshot, hurt/comfort, fluff) You get hurt on a mission and Sanemi is the only one there to sew you up. The wound happens to be in an unfortunate area and awkwardness ensues.[COMPLETED]

Crush by bleuboyfriend (oneshot, fluff) sanemi copes with a crush.[COMPLETED]

Live so that I can see you again by RinShizuko (oneshot, fluff) A Demon hunt gone wrong leads to Saya needing to stitch Sanemi's wounds, naturally he doesn't make the job easy.[COMPLETED]

Jealousy Jealousy by @ponderingmoonlight (oneshot, fluff) “Jealous?!” "Like hell I am".[COMPLETED]

Was it a Coincidence? by @arigatouiris (oneshot, modern au, fluff) Sanemi and you shared a fateful relationship that forced you to enter each other’s lives unexpectedly.[COMPLETED]

UNLESS by @oatmilkandcookies (arranged marriage, fluff, angst) Marriage was very unique in your culture; it was a serious devotion in which women were groomed since birth to be the perfect bride. [COMPLETED]

Hate by @muzanswaifu (oneshot, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, fluff, angst, smut) Five days with Sanemi forces the arranged couple to forget their feuding and give into lust.[COMPLETED]

Arrange Marriage Sanemi Shinazugawa X Chubby Reader! by @peppermint-monster (angst, fluff, smut) To her parents, Shinazugawa was the ideal man that they’d picked for their daughter, well business-wise at least. [COMPLETED]

Perhaps by @arigatouiris (oneshot, smut, angst, fluff, manga spoilers)However, the fact of the matter remained—after the war was done, they had no place to go if they already didn’t have a home.[COMPLETED]

Cruel World by @sanemi-whore (angst, fluff, nsfw)You had two choices - allow your father to marry you off to the highest bidder or run away and decide your own fate. What you weren't expecting was to encounter a demon along the way.[COMPLETED]

Myosotis, Orange Blossom, and Holly by Leviachan (oneshot, Manga ending, fluff) Despite everything that has happened. It's always been him.[COMPLETED]

My Sensei's scars look like Centipedes (Or worms, whatever you're into) by LovsFemFatales (Single_Talent_Horse13) (oneshot, flluff, hurt/comfort) He was a really stubborn man, and a pain in the ass as much as you knew.[COMPLETED]

Home by Aequitas (oneshot, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort) Four times Sanemi wants you to use his first name and the one time you do.[COMPLETED]

tears. by justauthoring(oneshot, fluff, angst) tears; the blood of the soul; where the soul bleeds, you cry.

Date Gone Wrong...? (Shinazugawa Vers) by MelonaIceBar (SunnyHighlighter) (oneshot, fluff) With Mitsuri's encouragement, (Y/N) decided to step outside of her comfort zone to take a jab at online dating. However, things take a turn.[COMPLETED]

Rotten Eggs by AndixxYukie(oneshot, angst, fluff) Their life was supposed to be perfect, not this bickering and Sanemi flinging a plate to their wall.[COMPLETED]

and just like the wind, she's slipping right through his fingertips by  sanemisanrio (oneshot, fluff) "Sanemi was much more lovesick than he anticipated."[COMPLETED]

Just for the Night by PigeonPie4(o) “This is the third time in two weeks you’ve gone out with some stranger, got plastered, and then come home late,” he said, pulling your covers off of you in an attempt to keep you awake and coherent as he voiced his concern. “You’re gonna get taken advantage of at some point. You’re just playing with fire now.” [COMPLETED]

Helping Hand by oceaneyesinla (oneshot, fluff) You've been struggling, and you've tried desperately to hide it. Lucky for you, Sanemi knows you, and he's more than happy to lend a helping hand.[COMPLETED]

Pink Camellias, Lathyrus, and Iris. by Leviachan (oneshot, angst,Manga spoilers) Reflections and final goodbyes. Can you truly let the truth go before the sun sets?[COMPLETED]

More than you could ever think of by kae_o (oneshot, angst) Nights like this, you are left with your thoughts. Thoughts about your marriage with the Wind Hashira. Your husband who still loves his ex lover. But what if that’s really not the case? [COMPLETED]

SONGS: Shinazugawa Sanemi by KaigaraX (oneshot, fluff) [COMPLETED]

Elysium by hanighul (oneshot, angst with happy ending) Sanemi and the reader are close friends here, enjoying a windy spring day at a still active Wisteria house. [COMPLETED]

Running Out of Time by effetsecndaires (oneshot, hurt/comfort) There's no justification for almost blinding and constantly breaking your own brother's heart.[COMPLETED]

every summertime by hanjislovemylove (oneshot, ) Staring at the man who is explaining how he won the heart plush to Obanai, you feel the strength of your hand falter which is holding Mitsuri’s. [COMPLETED]

You Believed You Weren't Enough by chackyxyooj (oneshot, modern au, fluff) “If you knew something bad was going to happen to someone, wouldn’t you try to stop it from happening?” [COMPLETED]

Meet-cute in the Midst of Demons  by ughdotcom (oneshot, fluff) You meet Sanemi in the middle of a demon fight.[COMPLETED]

[sheerfreesia007]

Plan Crasher

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Word count: 3,017

Content warnings: Fluff

Summary: Han is exhausted from all the PR that the group has been doing lately and the last thing he wants to do on New Year’s Eve is celebrate it in a club. When he finds out that you’re spending the night in he wonders if you’d let him crash your plans.

Jagi/Jagiya: Sweetheart

Han sits in the family run restaurant with you, Chan, and Changbin after a late night of recording and running through ideas for a new song that they were working on. He had called you up after they had finished and asked if you wanted to get food since he knew you would be working late tonight, luckily you had still been at your office finishing up your work when he called and they had offered to come pick you up to go for food.

And now as he sat next to you in the warm cozy little restaurant with his head leant on your shoulder listening to Chan and Changbin talk to you about New Year’s Eve plans he smiled to himself. He loved that you fit in so well with his members and that you seemed to just go with the flow whenever you were around them. It made him feel so relieved and happy that the two sides of his life could come together so effortlessly and lock in place like a grand puzzle of his life.

”So yeah I think this year we’ll try to actually go to a club with Jihyo and her girls and maybe I can see if Young K wants to come with his band.” Chan said as he looked over at Changbin who nodded his head eagerly before he looked down at his phone. Han frowned softly as he listened to Chan start to suggest New Year’s Eve plans that sounded like a nightmare to him. Sighing softly he nuzzled his head against your shoulder while pouting his lips slightly not wanting to go out for once and wanting to just stay in. He was so tired of having to be out in the public eye that spending New Year’s Eve at a busy club just sounded exhausting to him.

”We could also invite Chaeryoung and her girls too if you don’t mind?” Changbin suggested and Chan nodded his head with a warm smile.

”Yeah we could make it a whole large group thing if you want?” Chan offered and Changbin nodded his head before quickly typing out a text on his phone. ”What about you Jagi? Do you have plans for the New Year?” Chan asked curiously from his chair across the table from you. Han shifted his head so that he would be able to look up at the side of your face while watching you answer his hyung. He wondered silently if you did have plans with your friends to celebrate New Year’s Eve.

”Oh no, I was just going to stay in for the evening. I’ve got work the next morning so I can’t really go drinking if I want to make it to work on time.” You explained and Han immediately perked up at your plans as he kept his head against your shoulder still watching you silently. He idly wondered if he could convince you to share your plans with him and if he could convince Chan to let him skip the celebration with the group.

”That sucks. Who makes you work on the day after New Year’s Eve?!” Changbin asked, sounding scandalized and you laughed softly at his offended tone.

”My company needs someone to cover the department for four hours and it’ll look good if I go in. It might help me get a promotion that I’m eyeing if they see I’m reliable.” You explained to him and Changbin and Chan looked at you as if you had two heads causing you to laugh again at them. “It’s only for four hours and it’s good overtime pay for me.” You explained and Chan gave you an impressed look as Changbin shook his head at you. Han smiled proudly that you were thinking of further down the road to your future and couldn’t stop the prideful swelling of his chest as he nestled his head against your shoulder before looking over at his hyungs trying to find the right way to bring up that he didn’t want to go to the club for New Year’s Eve.

“Do we all have to go to the club for New Year’s?” Han asked tiredly and Chan turned to look at him worriedly for a second but Han began to explain to him. “I’m just exhausted of being out in the public. Can I stay in with Jagi if she’ll let me?” Han asked pleadingly to his leader who frowned softly at him before darting his eyes over to you curiously.

“I’m fine with having him spend the holiday with me. I was only planning on cooking dinner and watching some movies.” you explain to Chan and Han feels himself grow excited at your lowkey plans.

“Studio Ghibli?” Han asked eagerly to you and you chuckled softly at his question.

“Well if I’m spending the evening with you I’m pretty sure that’s all you’ll let me watch. But we start with Spirited Away and then Kiki’s Delivery Service.” you bargained and Han lifted his head from your shoulder before nodding his head quickly with wide eyes. He then turned back to Chan and gave the older man his best puppy dog eyes that he could muster causing Changbin to burst out in laughter at his antics.

“Oh don’t do that to the old man, you know he can’t handle your puppy dog eyes.” Changbin said knowingly, causing you to chuckle as Changbin giggled loudly.

“I mean who could handle his puppy dog eyes? I’m pretty sure the only one to rival him is Felix’s puppy dog eyes.” you teased and Changbin giggled harder and louder as he nodded his head along with your words. Han grinned over at you as he began to poke you in your sides, making you squirm away from him as he laughed happily. But just as you were about to fall out of your chair thanks to Han’s actions he grabbed you and pulled you towards him effectively cradling you against his chest as he stayed close to you. Looking across the table Han noticed both Changbin and Chan watching him with knowing looks on their faces before Chan winked at him as a grin slipped onto his face, a sense of unease filled Han as he saw the knowing looks and wondered what they were about..

“As long as he isn’t messing up your plans for New Year’s I don’t see why he can’t hang out with you instead of us.” Chan said to you. Han watched delighted as you took a moment to catch your breath before you were able to respond to Chan.

“Nah, it’ll be nice to spend some one on one time with Han again.” you told Chan happily with a bright smile on your face making Han grin as well. With that settled Han leaned back in his chair dragging you with him as he kept you cuddled close to his chest while Chan and Changbin began to talk about other things that were going on lately. When he felt you sigh contently as you settled more comfortably against him Han couldn’t help but notice the way his heartbeat began to pick up to a steady pace. But the lull of the cozy warm restaurant and the lively chatter amongst his friends put him into a hazy daze as he felt nothing but comfort fill his whole body.

*-*-*-*

When New Year’s Eve rolled around Han found himself eagerly waiting for the time you had told him to show up at your apartment. You had to work that day so you had told him to show up later on in the evening after you got out so that the two of you could cook dinner and enjoy a movie marathon together before celebrating the New Year. While you had been at work you had asked Han to pick up some last minute ingredients on his way to your place so that you wouldn’t have to worry about picking them up on your way home. He had happily agreed to do it but had to call Minho while he was at the grocery store because he didn’t know where to find some of the ingredients you had asked for. When Minho had gotten done teasing him about being such a good friend to you Han had quickly paid for the groceries before heading over to your apartment.

Arriving at your apartment Han easily let himself in using the key you had given him when you had first moved in stating that since you were best friends he might as well have a key so that he had a way of getting in without needing to bother you. As he stepped inside he smiled at the warmth that enveloped him and took in a big lungful of air smelling the familiar scent of your homey apartment. He had spent many days and nights here in your apartment over the years and he internally started to call it his second home. Slipping off his shoes and stepping into the obnoxious soft pink house slippers you had bought for him he could hear your shower running knowing that you’d probably be getting washed and dressed after being at work all day.

Walking into your kitchen he began unpacking the grocery bags before pulling out the pots and pans that you’d need to make dinner for yourselves. Just as he was rummaging through your fridge for a beer you walked into the kitchen with your hair still slightly damp and dressed in a pair of spiderman pajama pants and an oversized black shirt with a random band logo on the front. Looking up from the fridge as you passed behind him Han had to do a double take at how adorably small you looked in your oversized clothes before he recognized the shirt.

“Hey isn’t that my shirt?” he asked curiously as he shut the fridge and moved to your side as you began prepping dinner over by the stove.

“It might be. I mean how many clothes have we swapped without actually realizing it?” you asked casually and Han smiled brightly at you before he began to actually think about an answer to your question. 

“I know of at least three hoodies of yours I have hanging in my closet.” he teases softly as he nudges you with his hip and hands you a beer.

“Only three? I must be slacking then.” you tease back before the two of you cheers each other and take a sip of your beers.

“Slacking? Isn’t three enough?” he asked curiously as he leaned back against the kitchen counter as you continued to cook at the stove.

“Nah, I gotta fill your whole closet with my hoodies.” you tell him honestly with a wicked gleam in your eye and he bursts out into happy amused laughter as warmth filled his body at your words. Thoughts of his closet being filled with your hoodies flashed through his mind and he found that he wasn’t opposed to that idea.

“Only if I get to fill your closet with my hoodies.” he teased you as he leant close to you, you turned your head to gaze at him with an incredulous look on your face making him giggle softly.

“Duh, that’s in our friendship contract that you signed all those years ago. Looks like we’ve both been slacking.” you said in mock outrage and Han dissolved into happy giggles at your silly antics which made you beam at him happily. 

“You’re such a goof. But you’re my goof.” he said softly as he rested his forehead against your shoulder and let the happy moment between the two of you melt into something warm and comfortable.

“Good, because I don’t think anyone else could handle my goofy ass.” you say pleased and Han giggles softly before nipping your shoulder making you cry out in faux pain. “I thought Seungmin was the dog of the group? Do I gotta buy you a chew toy like I did for him that one year?” you asked in mock outrage and Han laughed at you as he remembered your gag gift for Seungmin that one year on his birthday. It had not only delighted Seungmin to receive the funny gift but it had made all of the guys hoot with laughter, it was just another display that you fit in well with his members and it made Han’s heart happy to see that.

“I just like biting you.” Han admits with a silly grin and you roll your eyes at him as you take another sip of your beer and continue cooking. Han settles on the counter next to you idly chatting about anything and everything while you cook, the two of you creating this content warm atmosphere between the two of you that starts to lull Han into a happy daze. He receives texts from his members with pictures of each other drinking and dancing that he shares with you laughing at his friends as they get drunker and drunker during the night.

Once dinner is done Han helps you plate it up and the two of you move to the living room couch to eat and start your movie marathon. Spirited Away begins to play on the television while Han digs into his plate of food and he moans loudly at the delicious taste that explodes on his tongue causing you to laugh at him.

“Easy there killer, it’s only homemade food. Not a three star Michelin restaurant.” you teased him and Han quickly finishes chewing his food before he turns to you.

“Your cooking is better than a three star Michelin restaurant.” he says honestly and you scoff at him. “I’m serious. I always know when you cook for me that I’ll enjoy it no matter what it is. There’s just something about your food that tastes so good. Don’t tell Minho but you’re tied for first place as my favorite chef.” he tells you confidently and you gape at him with wide eyes causing him to giggle at you. “You can’t tell! You can’t tell!” he quickly reiterates and you stare at him for a moment before pouting.

“I can’t brag that I’m tied with him?” you ask pleading and he quickly shakes his head. “What if we had a cook off to see who would win? Oh! That’d be a lot of fun! We could get the whole gang involved to judge the food.” you said excitedly and Han grins at your excitement.

“I could never break Minho’s heart like that.” Han says softly and you laugh at him before your eyes widen at his implication.

“You mean you’d choose my food?” you ask surprised with shock written across your face. Han nods his head shyly and you beam at him proudly before turning back to your plate of food seemingly more content and happy now.

*-*-*-*

It’s much later in the evening now, you’re curled up against Han’s side on the couch practically in his lap as you rest your head on his chest and shoulder tiredly. Your dishes are soaking in the sink and you’re now watching Howl’s Moving Castle on the television. Han can feel sleep starting to pull him under his heavy spell as he blinks and tries to stay awake. He smiles softly when you shift closer to him and he wraps his arm tighter around you before pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Thanks for letting me crash your New Year’s Eve plans.” he says softly and you hum softly at him as you move your head around so that you can look up at him from your place on his chest.

“They weren’t really plans, Hannie.” you say lazily and he smiles at the childhood nickname you gave him a long time ago.

“Yeah but I think this is the best New Year’s Eve celebration I’ve had in a long time.” he confesses softly and you furrow your brow at him.

“Shouldn’t you want to go celebrate with the boys though?” you ask quietly and Han shakes his head no before looking back down at you.

“I don’t like the loud parties, they’re exhausting.” he admits and you nod your head at him.

“I know that you don’t like loud parties, but I mean wouldn’t you want to go spend it with the boys instead of me?” you ask curiously and Han shakes his head once more as he looks down at you with honesty shining through his eyes.

“Yeah I’d love to be celebrating with them but celebrating with you is even better. Just the two of us enjoying an evening together doing exactly what we want to do. No expectations for either of us, no stress to dress up to impress. Just us, as we are.” he said softly and you beamed up at him making his breath stutter in his chest.

“I’m already impressed by you, you don’t even need to try.” you admit sleepily and Han grins at you before he leans down towards you with an unstoppable urge to kiss you. His lips slot sweetly against yours as if they belong there and your soft sigh is music to his ears as he wraps his arms completely around and shifts you into his lap so he can deepen the kiss. Just as he’s losing himself in the sweet pull of your lips his cell phone starts to buzz on the coffee table and you both look to see a flood of text messages coming in on his phone. “Happy New Year’s Hannie.” you say softly as adoration paints your face. Han’s eyes dart over to your digital clock next to your television and he can see that it is indeed midnight, when he turns his eyes back to you he smiles lovingly down at you before pressing his lips back to yours just as a text from Chan comes in on his phone.

You better be kissing her Jisungie or I’ll make sure you spend every other New Year’s Eve in a club with us.

SKZ Taglist: @intartaruginha, @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @simpforleeknaur, @inlovewithstraykids

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[slippinninque]

🏡A Little Neighborly Favor 📻

Terry Richmond x blackfemreader

In which Terry answers a call.

warnings: spicy-fluff, sensual moments, neighbor!terryrichmond, just a little something, long fic

No matter what Terry did, he couldn’t keep you off his mind. Terry ran 10 more miles than he normally would and decided then decided that it would be a good idea to figure out the soft clicking he thought he could hear in his motor.

After that, he just decided to take a good look inside of his car just to feel productive. 

Yet–his mind always wandered back to you. His next door neighbor. In all the time that the two of you kept to yourselves, it was you hopping his fence to capture another neighbor’s escaped cat that initiated your relationship. 

The next few seasons the two of you danced around each other, not yet finding a reason to cross that final line. All the while he felt his weakness for you growing, his need to have more of you becoming harder to ignore. 

If you invited him on a late night run to the ice cream shop, he would be going. A call for him to come over the fence to enjoy early morning barbeque–Terry is crossing over the fence and reaching for a plate. Whatever it was, Terry couldn’t think of any reason to not accompany you. When you challenged him to provide you with a playlist after sharing an earbud, he hopped to it that evening.

He didn’t expect to be given one in return. A good one, at that. In the way that Terry understood that his earlier fears of being too heavy-handed with his song selection we're unfounded.  

In the background, the next song played from his phone–the opening notes making him pause to check the name. Intergalactic Janet by Ley Soul, what would be the fifth or so song on the playlist that you sent to him the other night.

Terry was in the middle of checking his dipstick when his phone rang out. A quick glance at the name made him scramble to grab the device. He took a deep breath to calm himself and answered with a smooth greeting. 

“Hey, I hope it’s not too late…I saw the light on, so–

“No–it’s more than fine. What can I do for you, little lady?”

A laugh floated through the receiver, he imagined you switching your phone from one shoulder to the other.

“It’s so strange, I think you cursed my speaker.”

“Me?”

“Mhm. ‘Cause I was listening to the playlist you gave me and the last song, it stopped playing!”

Terry’s heart stomped in excitement but he hummed questingly into the phone. 

“I know. Since it’s been cursed–by your hand specifically…I would much appreciate it if you help me in finishing your playlist.”

Terry had to put hand over his heart, looking up at the ceiling of his garage to call upon all of the charisma in his bloodline. Your tone betrayed no broken speaker, no hardship at all–in fact, he might have heard music. 

“Of course–it’s only right that I take care of it. Hm?

“Mhmm.”

“Yeah. So, how about this? Give me 15 minutes to get this work off of me and I’ll come to help you finish listening.”

“Thank you, Terry, I’d really appreciate it.”

Terry shivered at the tones of your voice, all coy and agave, “Of course. See you in 15.”

Once he was sure the phone call ended properly, Terry whooped and clapped his hands before taking off for the shower. He smelled like car grease and sweat, Terry wouldn’t dare offend you with his stench. He scrubbed himself and tried to keep calm but could only imagine what was waiting for him.

Terry exited through his side door. For a moment, he took in the cool silence of the block. There were cars going a few blocks over, nearer the main street. He could hear conversation a few doors over, the elderly couple wine on their back porc most likely. Terry walked your shared fence line, peeking through just to see the strings of lights you’ve draped over your bushes. 

He easily hopped the fence into your yard, behind your garage. Terry was careful of your planted flowers and little trees as he followed after the glow of  the strongest light,  coming from above your back door. Terry saw the muted light coming from the curtains in the room above, he believed it to be your bedroom.

The sound of the door opening drew his attention to the darkened back porch. Terry didn’t even hesitate to come into your space, closing the door behind him gently and locking up.

“Terry? That you?”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Anyone else would be buried in his backyard come dawn. Terry knew his way around your first floor by now and soon arrived in your living room. Terry took in the sight of you waiting for him in the recliner nearest he troubled speaker. It was charming, retro fashioned but equipped with modern capabilities.

“I just can’t figure it out.” 

“That so? And you said it played through until the last song?”

“That’s right–darndest thing. I think I heard a little bit of it before it went out–

He grinned as he watched your eyes ran up his form, “And then you called me.”

“Exactly. Then I called you.” 

“Let’s see if I can find your problem, then…”

Terry could smell vanilla when he approached the stereo–your brown skin glistening, your dark hair shining. He touched the top of the radio as he couldn’t take his eyes off you, off the spread of your thighs in the recliner or the incline of your head as you looked up at him. 

You stood to watch Terry as he tried to figure out what you did to the poor radio. The shadow of your body was at the center of the caftan you wore, the sight too much for him to linger on.

“I think I found your problem,” Terry cleared his throat as he bent down to plug in the stereo. The bluetooth’s light flashed for only a moment until going into a victorious chime. Terry turned the knob, the smooth melody filling the living room.

You put a hand to your cheek, “Oh, goodness! I feel so silly now…”

“No need for that. Glad to be neighborly, as always.”

/ I've been looking at you all night

Oh, baby, I've been thinking 'bout you (thinkin' 'bout you)

And all of the things I want to do

Once the day becomes the night /

Space lessened and Terry was offering his hand. When your hand slid into his, you were pulled into a tender sway. The two of you tucked closer together, your hand to his chest and his lips near your ear. The ache that the tension between you finally eased. Being ‘neighborly’ was good and all, but it was clear that the two of you couldn’t just stop there. Terry, for one, could see himself knocking down that fence that separated your two properties.

October’s bridge filled the room and Terry’s other hand spanned across your lower back. You took your hand away to put your arms around his neck. Terry’s hands wandered lower, caressing and rubbing as you grinned into the skin at your lips.

“You know how to make a mean playlist, Mr. Richmond.” You said softly, “I can safely say it has no skips for me.”

“Hmm, that’s good. Especially after I tried my hardest to impress you.”

/ Oh, I've been waiting, baby

Waiting for a long time (waiting on you)

For your heart to be mine /

“You wanted to impress little ol’ me?”

/ Oh, before someone else comes to mind

But when you (ooh-ooh)

Oh, when you told me /

“I’ve never wanted nothing more.”

/ That I was the one, girl (oh, baby)

I took every hour and minute, babe

Just to make sure that everything is right (ooh) /

“What will you do now, then?”

Terry licked his lips as he watched yours sweeten into a smile. Oh, he couldn’t go too long without that now that he’s seen it so close. Back lit by the lamp’s glow, complimented by your eager gaze. He reached out to put a thumb to your plush bottom lip. Your eyes 

“Now? Now I keep up the streak.” Terry paused to shut his eyes as you ran your nails lightly along the back of his neck, “Is there anything else you’d like for me to help you finish? Before we get…sidetracked?”

“Oh no, the side track is what I’m trying to finish next…”

Emboldened by your wink, Terry purred out a laugh and lifted you into his arms. Following your directions between kisses,  he navigated the two of you upstairs. 

/ Take me, oh, take me, baby (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Oh, baby

Take me back to your place" (your place)

Ooh, your place of residence (oh, your place, baby) (ooh)

So, she said (ooh)

"Take me, oh, take me, baby (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Oh, baby

Take me back to your place / 

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[starfilmz]

THOROUGHFARE | UNSURE FEELINGS, DRUNKEN CALLS

⤷ A JJ MAYBANK SOCMED AU .ᐟ

──── you never expected that swapping socials with your call of duty duo would change your life — whether for better or worse, you're still not sure. friendships are made and something much more begins.

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a/n: chap 6 has been a bitch to post bc tumblr couldn’t handle it but VIOLA it has arrived. this chap became a mix of smau and written fic so we doin something here 🤔 ofc it’ll still be social media based do not fret, but i feel like these written ones are needed for this. not betaread obvs so mistakes are everywhere!! lmk your thoughts, expectations, or how u see this fic ending cuz it is soon 😝

john b stood up as soon as he heard the whirring sound of his best friend’s motorcycle. it came to a stop when he stepped out on the château’s porch, leaning against one of the posts with his arms crossed. jj looked disheveled and as much as he wanted to say “as per usual”, the boy walked towards the house as if he ran into several bushes on the way.

he had a frown on his face as he faced john b. “i don’t know what do,” he finally spoke, his expression morphing that tells john b he didn’t want to admit to that. “long distance relationships are weird and, i’ve experienced worst that weird, man, you and i both know that and i—“

“alright, calm down,” john b grabbed the boy’s shoulder before he could go on another self-destructive tangent. “let’s talk about this, okay? pope said he’s on his way with beers.”

jj sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. “it feels unfair for her that i’m making a big deal about this. it’s the whole rafe thing again! honestly, i genuinely think i overreacted.” he sat on the closest couch on the porch with furrowed eyebrows.

john b followed him, an amused expression on his face. jj noticed this, raising his eyebrows at the boy. “what’s so funny?”

he shook his head, his curls falling slightly to his side as he looked at jj. “when’s the last time you acted this way towards a girl?”

“oh, don’t start, jb.”

“i’m sorry, okay? look, you don’t need to be thinking this hard, man, alright?” the boy chuckled, patting his friend firmly on the back. “yn’s a good person, i can tell, and…” john b looked around as if anyone else but the two of them were around. he leaned closer towards jj, who didn’t think twice to do the same.

“from what i’ve read from sar’s phone, yn’s just crazy for you.”

this changed jj’s solemn expression into a mixture of lovesick, curiosity, and excitement. “i mean, that’s natural, right? she agreed to be my girlfriend so it’s natural for her to like me.” his words sounded defensive which made john b’s eyebrows rose.

“what i’m trying to say, jj, you don’t have to freak out just because you don’t know who’s around her. long distance is weird, i agree, but are you going to be like this every time she hangs out with people you don’t know?”

jj lowered his eyes, a tiny wave of shame washing over him. “no.”

“right, and i’m not trying to say don’t be jealous— you can’t help it, you like the girl,” john b held one of the blonde’s shoulder. “and if i were to give you an advice, man to man, thinking in your shoes, if you find long distance so much, why don’t you do something about it?”

jj looked up at john b, confusion etched all over his face. “what are you—“ and as if something clicked in his mind, john b nodded, confirming his thoughts. “isn’t it too soon?”

“what’s too soon?” both boys visibly flinched as pope made his presence known, beer bottles in hand. “i had to swipe this from my dad’s stack so you guys better fill me in.”

you couldn’t help the smile at john b’s story, giving it a heart as scrolled off the app. you would send a response, something about not leaving him in the streets because you guys still have a game session planned tomorrow, but you decided not to.

they were probably still at the boneyard, a place where they usually throw their parties as you’ve learned previously from jj, and they’ve shared enough stories about those to let you know those parties don’t end easily.

you sighed, sliding further into your bed as you hugged your pillow. was it silly to feel the way you do now?

you aren’t ready to fly out to see the boy you’ve been dying to see, but you want to, and you tell yourself you’re okay seeing them have fun, but as you stare deeper into your bedroom wall, you’re beginning to doubt that.

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes in an attempt to sleep and brush off your thoughts, but as soon as you do, your phone rang beside you. you moved the pillow and raised your phone, seeing jj’s profile picture and username across your screen.

jj was calling you.

you sat up, answering the phone, and placed it on your ear. loud music greeted your first, along with voices you’re not familiar with.

“—you can’t just leave her like that, jayj!” a girl harshly whispered against the speaker and it made you think she was either kiara, cleo, or sarah.

“hello?” you finally spoke, and when you did, everyone on the other side seemed to quiet down. you heard some kind of harsh slap, along with a small ‘ow!’. you didn’t recognize the rest of the voice before, but you were definitely aware someone had slapped jj.

“jj? you there?” you called once more, tone lighter in amusement. “i’m gonna hang up on you if you don’t talk.”

that seemed to catch the boy’s attention as he began sputtering away. “no, no, don’t, hello! look, i’m sorry, i’m being peer pressed right now—“

“don’t say that!” a deeper voice interrupted him.

“—and i just wanted to hear your voice…” from the way jj was talking, you could tell he was drunk, though you did believe that slap before sobered him up a bit. “i missed you, yn.”

“it’s only been a day a whole, jj,” you chuckled, leaning against your pillows. despite your answer, you couldn’t help but feel the same way. “but i missed you too, jay.”

“i’ve been building up the courage to call you all night and, i don’t know, i just wanted to hear from you before my lights go out,” jj laughed at his own words, a drunken expression all over his face you imagined.

“build up the courage? i’m your girlfriend, jay, you could call me whenever you want.” you answered, a small smile on your face.

there was a beat of silence from him and you thought it was a sign that he’s close to getting conked out, but his next words proved otherwise.

“can you say that again?” he whispered, almost like he’s hiding, which was most likely from his eavesdropping friends. “about the girlfriend thing, please?”

you hummed a playful tone, the instinct to tease jj was strong and it almost won if it weren’t the way your cheeks heated up at his voice, the way he sounded so soft and near the phone as if he was saying it directly in your ear.

“i’m your girlfriend, jj maybank. you happy?” you had to roll your eyes despite no one being with you hearing your sappy voice and attitude, anything to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay.

“so happy, you don’t even know, baby,” the nickname came to you as a shock, but it didn’t felt wring hearing it from jj. if anything, you wanted to make him say it again. “i’m just so— oh my god, so happy. i’m your boyfriend, you’re my girlfriend— oh, bliss!”

you couldn’t help the laugh that bursted from you as jj’s voice doubled in volume. “i have a girlfriend! and she really likes me!” jj’s speaker managed to get the sound of what sounded like a crowd cheering at his embarrassing announcement, making you chuckle even further.

“alright, hands off the phone, okay— john b, take him, please? before he announces more details about yn?” another voice took over the call, and by the way the boy, who you now know is john b, responded with a ‘yes, ma’am’, you assumed it was sarah who came to the rescue.

“hey, sarah,” you greeted her. “having fun?”

“oh, we are, but no so much for jj tomorrow.”

“i can imagine, you’d think he’ll be able to live with that?” you joked.

“babe, he has no choice,” sarah responded with a laugh. “but for now, john b’s taking him back to the château to properly conk out.”

“that’s good to hear.”

“so,” she started and you already picked up the teasing tone in her voice.

“so?” you chuckled, amused at her.

“still unsure of visiting your hopeless boyfriend? was his very public and loud declaration of love for you enough?”

you hugged the nearest pillow, a warm smile spreading across your face. you felt a lot more at ease and mind solely focused on jj. “it’s enough.”

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[fangdokja]

The worst part? You’ve stopped trying to fight it.

❤︎ Synopsis. You can feel him before you see him—a storm disguised as a man, relentless and consuming. No matter how far you run, he always finds you, his obsession tightening like a noose, promising that the worst is yet to come.

♡ Book. A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Pairing. Yandere! College! Bully x Fem. Reader

♡ Oneshot. Hunted by Him - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 1,157

♡ A/N. This is a prelude or sneak peak to the upcoming Novelette for Yandere! College! Bully. As of the moment, I’m 70% done with the first part (psychological). After, I will be working on the second part (explicit non con and sexual torture).

You feel him long before you see him. It’s a suffocating, primal awareness—an instinct screaming danger. There’s no mistaking it, that oppressive energy curling like smoke in the air, seeping into your lungs and setting your nerves alight. His presence is not a whisper or a breeze. It’s a storm on the horizon, a low, thrumming hum in your chest, vibrating with malice and inevitability. Even across the campus courtyard, even amidst the chaos of chattering students and blaring music, you know he’s found you again. He always does.

You’ve tried to escape. Of course, you have. You’ve taken alternate routes, skipped classes, holed up in bathroom stalls until your legs cramped and your breaths came shallow. It doesn’t matter. He’s a hunter—your scent is embedded in his mind, a bloodied trail leading straight to your trembling form. You can’t hide from him. You never could. The futility of it clings to you like damp clothes, cold and suffocating.

When he finally steps into view, your stomach knots. He’s unhurried, his stride easy and languid, as though he has all the time in the world to close the distance. And he does. You can’t run. You can barely breathe. The sheer arrogance in his movements is unbearable, his senior status cloaking him in a sheen of untouchable authority. He doesn’t just rule this place; he’s carved it into his image. Every whispered laugh, every stolen glance, every shadowed corner belongs to him.

The chatter dies down as he passes. People avert their eyes, conversations tapering into murmurs. The weight of his presence silences even the boldest of voices. The air crackles around him, thick with the magnetic pull of his dominance. And then he sees you. His lips curl, and you know, deep in the marrow of your bones, that you’re caught.

You’ve always been caught.

Your fingers clutch at the lukewarm hot choco cup in front of you, trembling as if the ceramic might shield you from the inevitable. It won’t. You know it won’t. He’s already decided, already made you his prey the moment you stepped into his orbit. His boots strike the floor with an unrelenting rhythm, each step a countdown to your unraveling. The air sharpens with his approach, every sound muffled except for the pounding of your heart.

When he reaches your table, he doesn’t speak right away. He looms. His shadow swallows you whole, his towering frame a monument to your insignificance. He’s close enough now that you can see the faint sheen of sweat on his collarbone, smell the expensive cologne mingling with the faintest trace of cigarette smoke. His fingers, long and tapered, rest on the table with casual authority. The other hand reaches for you, tilting your chin upward, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Skipping again, huh?” His voice is a low rumble, rich and dark like poisoned honey. “You’re making this too easy.”

You try to pull away, but his grip tightens, his thumb brushing against the curve of your jaw. There’s no warmth in the gesture, only control—a reminder of his strength, his dominance. His smirk widens as your breathing hitches, his amusement glittering in those sharp, predatory eyes.

“What?” he murmurs, his tone laced with mock concern. “Cat got your tongue? Or are you finally learning to behave?”

Your silence fuels him. He’s a sadist, a creature of chaos who thrives on your humiliation. Every flinch, every tremor of your lips is a victory for him, a notch in his belt. He’s turned your life into a spectacle, a circus act where you’re the hapless clown and he the ringmaster. A spilled drink, a whispered rumor, a strategically placed ‘accident’—he weaves his web with the precision of a master craftsman, ensuring there’s no escape. And the worst part? No one stops him. No one dares.

He’s the golden boy, the fourth-year idol with a jawline that could cut glass and a body carved from marble. His charisma is lethal, his reputation untouchable. To the world, he’s a hero—to you, he’s a nightmare.

But even nightmares have layers. There’s something darker beneath his cruelty, a gnawing obsession that makes his attention linger a moment too long, his touch press a fraction too hard. He’s not just tormenting you for sport. He’s claiming you, piece by trembling piece.

His hand slides from your chin to your throat, his fingers curling just enough to remind you of the power he wields. His lips brush against your ear, his breath hot and taunting as he whispers, “You know, I’ve been thinking about you. Can’t seem to get you out of my head.”

The words are tender, almost loving, but there’s a venom in them that turns your stomach. His thumb strokes the hollow of your throat, a mockery of affection. “It’s cute how you try to avoid me,” he continues, his voice dropping lower. “Like a little kitten running from the big, bad wolf.”

He pulls back just enough to study your face, his expression inscrutable. There’s amusement there, yes, but also something far darker. Hunger.

“But you’re not very good at hiding, are you?” His thumb traces a slow, deliberate line along your jaw, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “You always end up right where I want you.”

The cafeteria feels impossibly small, the walls closing in as his gaze pins you in place. His smirk deepens, a flash of teeth that sends a shiver down your spine. He’s enjoying this, the sight of you trembling beneath him, the knowledge that you’re powerless against him. And in that moment, you realize that he’s not just a bully. He’s a storm, a force of nature that will consume everything in his path, including you.

Your breath catches as his grip tightens, his fingers pressing just enough to send your pulse skittering. For a brief, horrifying moment, you think he might kiss you right there, his lips hovering inches from yours. But he doesn’t. Instead, he leans closer, his voice a low, velvety whisper. “See you tonight, sweetheart.”

And then he’s gone. The tension breaks like a snapped wire, leaving you gasping for air, your heart pounding against your ribs. The coffee in front of you has gone cold, forgotten. But the worst part isn’t the fear or the humiliation. It’s the tiny, traitorous part of you that wonders what he’ll do when you’re alone tonight.

Because you already know.

And that knowledge is more terrifying than anything else.

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[uracutieraka]

When did you get so pretty

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2

Keigo x Younger!f!reader

SMUT!, yearning, dirty talk, needy!hawks

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

synopsis: You've missed Hawks the past few weeks. But you don't know if he's even missed you. Why has he been borderline ignoring you?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The night after the gala, Hawks had to leave early in the morning.

Hero work and what-not.

You weren't unfamiliar with him getting so busy you only see him in passing at the agency, but you were unfamiliar with these past few weeks behaviors.

Hawks had been distant.

Unable to hold eye contact with you, nor a conversation even.

Anytime you tried to talk to him it had seemed he would get a phone call and have to fly off somewhere.

You had grown bored of being alone in your apartment. At your life. Being single.

You had gotten a sweet, sweet taste of what it was like to be in love and now you just couldn't seem to feed your insatiable cravings for it.

You literally had the hawks begging for you.

What are you supposed to do with yourself after a high like that?

Go back to normal? Hell no.

On the other hand, Hawks was your boss, and close friend.

Maybe he regretted it?

He was drunk after all.

Maybe he changed his mind about not caring what people would think.

After all he had a reputation to uphold.

You had been in your room for hours, overthinking every interaction you'd had with him since that night.

A loud buzzing broke you from your thoughts.

You grab your phone off your desk and pick it up.

'Hey' a quick but simple word had your breath caught in your chest.

'Hey' you finally huffed out.

'Can you come to the office? I have some paperwork I need help with,'

you felt kind of disappointed with his mindless nature of the things he says.

'And, I hate to admit it, but I miss you.'

It was like a new life had been breathed into you.

'I missed you too Keigo.'

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

45 minutes go by and you find yourself entering the familiar work place, pushing the top button of the elevator you make your way to the floor with Keigo's office on it.

Finally the elevator stops, and you couldn't be more eager to get off it and go fill out paperwork.

And speak to him.

Pushing open the door youre welcomed by a warm light filling the room, recognizing it as his lamp your eyes scan across the papers strewn across the desktop.

He looks up at you, smiling a bit before he pushes himself out of his seat.

Moving about the room he retrieves the all too familiar seat youve spent more late nights in than youd ever admit to, helping him fill out paperwork, just chatting on your rare and few slow days of work, or waiting around for him until the early morning hours, just to make sure he came back alive and okay.

“Here,” he motions toward the seat. “Sit down. Get comfortable.”

And you do.

He retakes his seat and hands you a few papers. You naturally put your head down and get to work filling them out.

Time seems to slip away on nights like this.

Hours and hours of paperwork work go into running a successful hero agency, and you knew that.

It also meant hours and hours of time you got to spend with the man.

Finally you look up from the papers infront of you, trying to initiate any kind of conversation.

After a second Keigo looks up, locking eyes with you. He takes a breath in and pushes his pile of papers away from him.

He puts his elbows on the desk and dramatically drops his face into his palms, sighing loudly.

Looking up he finally speaks.

“Look, about that night,” he starts but you dont think youre ready to hear what words inevitably are going to leave his mouth, so you cut him off.

“Im sorry if i made you uncomfortable! Or ruined our friendship! I understand that you want to keep things casual!”

He looks at you in shock.

“W-what? I was going to say I really enjoyed it and wanted to know if you did too?”

You now look back at him, your eyes are so wide you look like a scared cat.

“Huh?” You grumble out, embarrassed at your lack of a filter a few seconds before.

“That night? Did you have fun?” He pops a sarcastic brow at you, giving you a devious smile. Now hes just doing this to be a brat.

You take a deep breath in, finally going to speak.

“Yes.,” You say, its quick and embarrassingly needy.

He hums as if hes looking to find the right words.

But before he can you speak again.

“But, why have you been avoiding me?”

Keigo clears his throat and readjusts in his seat, not expecting a serious question.

“I uh,” hes looking anywhere but you. “Ive had some things going on that im not allowed to talk about. And uh, a villian brought your name up so i had to stay away from you for a while but we got him.”

The way he admits to this secret is so shy and awkward. Like he was a small child admitting to eating the last cookie.

You stare at him blankly. Not expecting him to behave like he is.

Youre used to his goofy and weird side, not his shy and embarrassed one.

“Oh.” Is all you manage to say.

“Yeah. Im- look, im uh, really sorry for not saying anything, like not even giving you a hint or anything. I just couldnt risk this guy finding out, or finding you.”

You knew these things would come with being close to him, but normally since you two were so close, it was someone else that would be brought up in threatening manners by villians.

You two were side by side and had been for a few years, so normally villians just targeted both of you.

But now there was a new found since of, pride?

Like youre really so important to the Hawks that if a villian even mentioned you he would do anything he could to protect you, even if it meant hurting your feelings temporarily.

A sly smirk overtook your face and you gave him a familiar but challenging look.

“So, im really that important to you that villians use me as leverage? Ha! Thats a new one!” You swing your legs over the arms of the chair, putting yourself in a bridal position with the piece of furniture.

Hes silent for a moment, processing the sudden 180° in your behavior before giving you a similar look back.

“You are. Y’know, its honestly really annoying.,” he stands from his spot behind his desk and makes his way so hes behind your back. Your neck leans back to look up at him, and hes already looking down at you, hands on his hips.

“You know why its annoying?”

“Why?” Its a meek whisper almost.

He leans down, putting his rough hands on your shoulders for support.

“Because when I had to stay away from you for so long, all I could do was think about you.”

Hes now rubbing his thumbs in circles on the base of your neck.

“Whys that annoying?” You couldnt hide the bit of nervousness in your tone, scared maybe he really didnt like you.

“Because when all i can do is think about you, my mind starts to wonder…” hes running his hand lightly down your shoulder, than your arm, and tracing it back up again to start over.

“Wonder what?” You are now purposefully whispering.

He moves to be infront of the chair normally, grabbing your ankles and pushing them off the arm rest, signaling for you to sit normally.

You move and sit facing him.

He leans down be in front of you.

He’s so close you can see the faint scars you recognize from past fights. Now healed. Its almost symbolic.

The pain and hurt a person goes through can just fade away to seem like it almost never happened.

You find yourself lost in this train of thought, so much so, that you dont even realize youve lifted your hand to cup his cheek. Its almost as if it was a reflex, or maybe a way to prove this was actually happening, who knows.

He leans into your palm and lets out a small sigh, as if maybe hes doing the same as you, trying to figure out if all of this was really happening.

Its interesting, just a few years ago you were some total fan girl and now here you are, in his office in the late hours of the night, with him literally in the palm of your hand.

“Y’know,” he speaks up. “Before a few weeks ago i didnt even notice.”

“What?” Its as if he only said half a thought out loud, which is something he tends to do often.

“That I was actually in love with you.”

You move at the sudden admission of romance.

In love with, you?

Keigo ‘Hawks’ Takami just said hes in love with you.

“You- you- HUH?!” You move so now youre standing up hands waving around in the air.

“Is that not what this is?” Hes now standing as well, a look of hurt is on his face.

“No it is. It definitely is. Im just,” you breath in and now stand straight looking at him. “Im caught off guard is all.”

His face eases for a second before he changes to a quizzical one.

“Im confused.”

“Youre confused?” You ask.

“Yeah, because obviously youve been in love with me since however long because i saw the posters in your room, and we spend almost all our time together, like you even come into the bathroom with me when i shower, and yet i dont know why i didnt know sooner.”

Hes dead serious.

This man is just now figuring that out?

And hes a prohero?

Gods, help us all.

You deadpan at him now, throwing a hand on your hip sassily.

“It took seeing some old posters in my room from like 5 years ago to figure it out?”

Hes now giving you a shocked expression.

“Well its not like you said anything!”

“Out of respect for you! And anyways i should be the confused one! You spent 2, nearly 3 weeks, basically avoiding me, which i now know why, but then you call me to do paperwork and confess your love for me!”

“Well I’m just figuring it out since that night!”

Its an argument, but theres no ill-intent, you know that, he knows that, you guys do this often enough.

“What?”

He now looks embarrassed, a blush is on his face.

“I think that maybe i’ve felt like this for a while but I just didnt realize this is what i felt. Ever since i saw you all done up that night and relaxed, i guess it just clicked? I guess?,” he clears his throat. “Like that ive felt like this for a while.”

“Well ive known how i feel.” You feign arrogance, to lighten the mood.

He chuckles a bit, stepping towards you.

He closes the distance.

Pushing some of your hair behind your ear he whispers to you. “Yeah? And how exactly do you feel?”

You give him a small smile.

“Im definitely in love with you.”

A soft chuckle leaves his mouth, hes so close you can feel it on your skin.

“Good.”

He closes the distance, his lips meeting yours.

Its hungry and desperate.

You feel a primal like desire rising in your belly, reaching up your hands find their way to sit on each side of his face, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

A slight moan leaves his mouth at the sudden movement.

He backs up until you hit his desk.

He leans down grabbing the underside of your thighs, then hoists you up onto the tabletop.

He readjusts to stand between your legs, restinf his forehead on yours he breathes out a few words.

“All that thinking i did, fuck, i need you so bad y/n.”

Hes so desperate for you it makes you weak in the knees.

You chuckle slightly and pull his face back to lock lips with yours again.

After a moment you whisper in his ear.

“Not as badly as i need you keigo.”

He gives you a wide eyed look before you see something in him completely change.

It's as if something in him snapped, he grabbed your face pulling you back in once again, harsher and more hungry.

He pulls you to the edge of the desk, so you and him are flush against each other.

your arms are wrapped around his neck and his hands are on your thighs, he glides them up to rest on your hips.

He grinds against you, slowly, almost like he's making sure it's ok too do it.

You grind back on him, letting him know its ok to do so.

He begins, slow, honey like movements of his hips, and you do the same, matching his pace, rocking forward into him.

Your tongues clash in each others mouths, soft moans leaving the both of you.

You can feel him through his pants, and it's not like you really needed any more proof of how big he was, you had already gotten an idea a few weeks ago before your last heated make out session was interrupted.

He pulls away, breathing hard.

"Can... can I take your clothes off?"

It's shy and sheepish, surprising coming from the man who was so eager and bold just minutes ago.

"Please."

He licks his lips before moving to pull your shirt off.

He then unbuttons your pants, pushing them down to your knees, you make haste to step out of them fully.

Lastly he reaches behind you and unhooks your bra clasps, stepping back slightly he pushes the straps forward, letting the bra slide off your arms and onto the floor.

You're now only left in your underwear.

He looks down, then up, then down, almost like he's taking a mental picture, but it doesn't make you feel any less awkward. You bring your hands up to cover your chest.

He quickly pulls them off and shakes his head 'no'.

He grabs your hand and brings it to his belt clasp, you take this as a hint to undress him.

Doing so you unbuckle his belt, then undo his pants. pushing them down, keigo kicks them off to the side.

You then lift the bottom of his shirt, in a slight way to let him know you want him to be the on to take it off.

He does.

Now you're both In the same predicament you were in at your apartment.

Underwear was the only thing separating you from him.

He walks forward, quickly closing the gap again.

You guys are standing in his office almost completely naked, kissing, he's running his hands all over you, you're doing the same to him, grabbing his biceps and running your hands up and down them.

He lifts you up setting you onto the desk again.

He drops to his knees and pulls your underwear down until they're hanging off one of your ankles.

Pushing your legs apart, He groans burying his face into you.

His tongue circles your clit a few times before he finally locks onto you.

He's eating you out like a man who's been starving for years.

You're moaning and tugging his hair between your fingers, holding the loose strands out of his face.

After a few minutes of this he stops, standing back up he wipes his face.

Leaning down he kisses you again.

You move your hand forward and tug at his waistband on his boxers.

He pulls them off quickly.

You break the kiss to look down and finally see him fully.

It's big, like you predicted.

You reach out and touch it, wrapping your fingers around it, you look back up at him to make sure it's ok you're even doing this.

He kisses you.

You kiss back and begin pumping his length for a moment before scooting forward to the edge of the desk.

You run his tip up and down yourself for a minute, using the wetness as a lube.

You finally line him up to your entrance, rocking your hips forward it pushes in a bit.

He hisses and you moan a bit.

He moves to be closer to you, pushing himself in further and further until he's all the way in.

You both moan when he does.

He's still for a moments so you decide to speak.

"Keigo. Need you to do sum'thin' please." Its breathy and sounds so sweet and pretty coming from your mouth.

"Sorry pretty girl, j'st needed a second."

His voice is strained and gravelly.

He begins moving at a steady pace, not too slow nor too fast.

You throw your head back and moan softly.

Keigo can't believe his eyes.

You are the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen.

You looks so pretty under him too.

He feels like he's being baptized in your beauty.

a sultry and soft call of his name breaks him out of his trance like state.

"Keigo, f-faster."

He picks up the pace and wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling them up around his waist.

you lean back so you're propped up on your elbows.

"F-fuck! Feel s'good Kei."

"A-ah!"

Moans, and cries of the mans name fill up the room.

He stops for a moment, pulling you off the desk before he bends you over and pushes you back over the top of it.

Your feet are on the ground still, but now you're ass up for the man.

He moans loudly before speaking.

"God damn, you're so fucking sexy baby. Gonna make you mine."

You wimper pushing yourself back in a pathetic attempt to get him back inside you.

He takes the hint and pushes himself back in.

He reaches over, wrapping your hair around his hand, pulling back he forces you to arch in a 'c' like shape, your head is on his shoulder, while he's still in you.

He moves his hand to wrap around your throat.

He kisses your jaw as he begins moving his hips.

Slowly at first, but then his hand gets slightly tighter around your throat and he suddenly begins thrusting faster and faster.

you move to drop your hands on the desktop.

His arm extends with your movements, as his had that was on your throat now makes its way back into your hair, yet again. He's still thrusting in and out of you hard.

He continues the same pace for a moment before yet again pulling out of you.

He guides you towards the large window in his office. It overlooks the city down below.

"What- What are you doing."

"Gonna show everyone what's mine."

You go to speak again but before you can, he pushes back into you. Simultaneously pushing you against the window. He has your cheat pushed against the cold glass.

You know from this height nobody could actually see you without binoculars.

But the thrill of getting caught like this made it all the more alluring to you.

He is moving a a fast pace again.

Slapping and squelching is ringing in your ears.

He's moaning loudly, as his strokes are getting sloppier and sloppier.

"Im- Im gonna cum."

"D-do it.," you reach under you to touch yourself while he's pumping in and out of you. "M'gonna- cum too, fuck kei!"

"Good- good job baby, a-ah! Fuck cum- cum for me." he's breathless and his words are broken up through choked moans.

"M' summing!" you chant out.

He pulls out of you, pumping himself briefly before moaning your name loudly followed by a "Me too baby!"

He slowly stops pumping himself and his breathing gets heavier.

You stand up, on shaky legs and turn to face him.

Your eyes scan over the office, clothes are every where, papers scattered on the floor.

You look down, a huge stain on his carpet from the messes you two had just made.

You wrap your arms around your chest and move away from the window.

"So, uhm, this is a huge mess."

He now looks around the room.

"Yeah..."

"Well I guess we better get cleaned up!"

He stares at you blankly for a moment.

You speak up.

"Then maybe you'd want to come over? And stay the night at my place? Maybe we could shower?" A devious grin spreads on your face and you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

A similar grin fills his face too.

"I mean, if that's an invite, who am I to turn it down?"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Omg y'all sorry it took me so long to do this second part!

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I see your request is open. So can you do MC doing a prank and calling the kings their husband? Like when they talk to someone or ordering something together and suddenly say "Oh and my husband here blah blah blah"😂

Thanks!♡

Thanks so much for waiting, anon! If you're still around, please enjoy your idea coming to life! I actually do think most of the kings would love it (if not all of them tbh) I wanna do this in like dialogue format :o

Satan

MC (ordering pizza over the phone): Yes, I want that XL, go easy on the cheese but heavy on the toppings. No, nothing extra on the side!

Satan: Order ten, I'm buying for everyone tonight.

MC: *nods* Yes, you heard him, ten of them. Yes! Satan, my husband will be over to pick them up. We don't want delivery.

Satan: ???

MC: Mhm, right, see you soon, thank you!

Satan: What was that just now?

MC: Anyways, we should get ready to walk over to the shop. The pizzas won't take long right? (walks away)

Satan: No, come back here and explain to me what you said just now! (runs after them)

Mammon

MC (shopping with Mammon at a clothing store and placing their items on the counter): Okay that's all of it!

Cashier: Did you find everything okay?

MC: I did, it's funny how a lot of items here are my size?

Cashier: His Majesty Mammon always makes sure all the stores here can accommodate any body type. That's why we're so popular with tourist.

MC: And here I thought my husband couldn't be anymore amazing, how considerate.

Cashier: Oh? You're married to his Majesty?

Mammon (randomly shows up with his credit card): Yes, it was a quiet wedding, very personal. But we will have a public celebration of our union soon. *smiles*

MC: Oh, Mammon you're...

Mammon: It's only fitting that your husband pays for your items. What will we be having for dinner tonight, dear?

(the cashier is amazed while MC is still surprised that he went along with it so naturally)

Beelzebub

MC (going over paperwork with Bael while calling various companies about the expenses Beel racked up during his travels): Oh wow, this is a lot of gold....

Bael: Tell me about it. This isn't even half the list of invoices. At this rate we'll be broke and in debt for centuries! *clenches his jaw*

MC: Hm...well I'll take the next call. Take a break! *answers the phone* Yes, about this invoice you sent? Yup, that one...I'm calling to make a payment on behalf of my husband, Beelzebub.

Bael: *furrows his brow* Your what?

Beelzebub (randomly shows up out of thin air): You heard them Bael, their husband.

Bael: You!? Here?! Take care of this mess right now!

Beelzebub: Nah, can't. I forgot to take my own honeymoon, which we will be gone for a few months. See you later~ (grabs MC in the middle of the call and escapes out of the window before Bael can react)

Bael: That fucking guy...one of these days....

Leviathan

MC (arguing with Orias): Listen here, I'm tired of you showing up everyday trying to hurt Leviathan!

Orias: *scoffs* What are you going to do about it huh? As if you can stop me...

MC: You're just jealous that he's married to me and not you!

Orias: ??? Excuse me?

MC: That's right, stop trying to be a homewrecker, that's my husband!

Leviathan (shows up): MC....

MC: Oh, there he is now! Tell Orias to get lost...

Leviathan: Since when were we married?

MC: What do you mean? The wedding happened recently...

Leviathan: As if I'd get married to someone like you. Both of you, stop being so loud and obnoxious.

MC: !!! So you are cheating on me (pretends to cry)

Orias: ??? I still don't understand what's going on here...

Leviathan: MC...stop it. This is very annoying.

MC: FINE! I guess I'll go back to Earth and marry Minhyeok, he has been proposing to me for weeks now...

Leviathan: ....You aren't going anywhere....if you aren't in my office in two seconds it won't be pretty. *glares*

MC: *pouts and leaves*

Orias: Okay...uh where are you going?

Leviathan: I'm sending Foras to the jewelry shop to pick up something and stopping by Earth to handle an errand. Behave yourself (leaves a confused Orias alone)

Lucifer

MC (currently being healed by Gamigin): You're a life saver, I don't know why I'm so clumsy when I come to Paradise Lost...

Gamigin: Don't worry MC! I'm always happy to help, Lucifer-hyung would be upset if I didn't help you

MC: You know, that technically makes us related in a way too.

Gamigin: Oh really? How so?

MC: Well, I would be your in-law...since Lucifer and I are married.

Gamigin: !!!! MARRIED??? (says this louder than usual)

Morax/Marbas/Buer: Gamigin....quiet!

Gamigin: AH, I'm sorry it's just, MC and Lucifer-hyung...they're married!

Lucifer(shows up and gently pats MC on the head and looks at Gamigin with a blank face): You're always gullible, Gamigin. I cannot marry anyone.

Gamigin: *pouts* But, but...that means I won't have a big family. Is there a way Lucifer-hyung can be happy and married?

MC: It's okay Gamigin, he's just shy. We're married for sure!

Lucifer: *slowly blinks* We technically aren't, but if it makes you happy to say we are...

MC: Oh come on Luci...

Lucifer: *hums and gives MC the "look"*

MC: Okay...I'll stop now

Gamigin: ???? Ah, the first couples fight! (everyone sighs)

Belphegor

MC (speaking to Beleth while he's carry a sleep Belphie): You know, you must have a daily work out carrying him like that everyday

Beleth: Ain't nothin' but a hop skip and jump when it comes to carryin' his Maj. I don't mind it.

MC: Sometimes you should let me carry him, as his spouse that's what I should do, you know for my husband and all.

Beleth: Say what? When ya'll get hitched? I must've missed somethin'.

Belphegor (lazily in his sleep): I's married? Eh...I ain't remember that.

MC: It happened in your sleep, Belphie. It's okay if you don't remember.

Belphegor (now fully awake): Nawl, I'd remember somethin' like that. 'Specially the weddin' night.

MC: You don't because you slept through it. Left me hanging and everything.

Belphegor: Huh. I reckon I'd have to make up fer' it then. Beleth, come with and tap in when I knock out.

Beleth: ??? Uh, I ain't sure if that's how it works your Maj...

MC: I guess I wouldn't mind having two husbands.

Beleth: *blushes* I...uh...

Belphegor: (fell back asleep)

Asmodeus

MC (visiting a sex shop in Abaddon): Hm....

Store worker: Hi there, can I help you with anything?

MC: Do you have any couples games or toys for a married couple?

Store worker: OH, it's a small selection since no one here in Abaddon is married or even in a committed relationship...but we've got it! (shows MC to the back)

MC: Oh, this is perfect. I'll just get one of everything.

Store worker: *grabs items* You know, Abyssos has a much better selection, I've been there before but I appreciate you supporting this small shop.

MC: I have to, this is only place I can shop and mention my husband without someone falling head over heels with him.

Store worker: Oh? He must be handsome.

MC: (shows a picture of Asmodeus on their phone) He is! I love him a lot.

Store worker: *sweats nervously* That's your husband??? Are you sure....

Asmodeus: Yes...are you looking to join us for some fun? *winks*

MC: Oh Asmo...not again. Can it just be the two of us?

Asmodeus: Yes dear, on our official wedding night. Though, I think it's cute you're telling strangers we're married. Don't tease...

MC: Um...so you saw through that...

Asmodeus: Your fantasies are delightful. Next you'll be telling others that you're with child...though not possible...I truly wish it were. You would be pregnant so often it would be no doubt you're my "wife".

MC: Asmodeus...we can't...not here? This is a place of business.

Asmodeus: Oh...I just want to be a loving and doting husband...in the presence of an audience. (winks at the store worker that's starting to get flustered and worked up)

MC: Me and my big mouth....

Asmodeus: Mhm...bring it over here....

[extinctlesspains]

can you do a myung gi x fem reader where he finds out that the reader is in the games and he starts to protect her from the games and from other players

A/n: AHAHAHHA A REQUEST FOR MY MAN FINALLY 😫

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴇᴇ ᴍʏᴜɴɢ-ɢɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ғʟᴜғғ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴍʏɪɴɢ-ɢɪ's sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ɪɴsᴛɪɴᴄᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀs sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ— ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ 424. ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, ʜᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅs, ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀs ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ sǫᴜɪᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇ.

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The harsh fluorescent lights of the dormitory hummed overhead as you clutched your numbered jacket close. Anxiety churned in your stomach. Around you, alliances were being forged, whispers of mistrust and strategies filling the air.

That’s when you saw him—Myung-gi, Player 333. You recognized him instantly. Back in the real world, he was known for his sharp demeanor and unyielding resolve. That and how he scammed many people. But here, he looked just as tense as everyone else, sitting on the edge of his bunk with his arms crossed.

Your eyes met briefly, and recognition flickered across his face. He blinked once, twice, before his expression hardened. Myung-gi stood abruptly, weaving through the crowd toward you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice low but laced with disbelief.

You flinched at his tone, gripping your jacket tighter. “I—I could ask you the same thing,” you stammered, avoiding his intense gaze.

His jaw tightened. “This isn’t a place for someone like you.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly have a choice,” you snapped, though your voice shook. “None of us did.”

Myung-gi sighed, running a hand through his hair. He didn't like how his crush was in this game with him. “Stick with me,” he said finally, his tone softening. “Don’t trust anyone else.”

The moment the giant doll began singing, the room erupted into chaos. Players dashed forward, only to freeze mid-stride when the doll’s head swiveled around. Shots rang out, and screams filled the air.

You stood frozen at the starting line, fear paralyzing your limbs. Myung-gi, halfway across the field, turned back and spotted you.

“Move!” he barked, his voice cutting through the noise.

Your legs wobbled as you took a tentative step forward. The doll’s head swiveled, and you stopped just in time, your heart hammering in your chest.

When the doll turned away again, Myung-gi maneuvered closer to you, his movements calculated. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice steady. “Focus on me, not the others. Take small steps.”

You nodded shakily, following his lead. With each movement, he stayed by your side, shielding you from the chaos. When a player nearby collapsed, he reached out, gripping your arm firmly. “Don’t look. Keep going.”

When the timer finally buzzed, signaling the end of the game, you collapsed onto the ground, trembling. Myung-gi crouched beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder. “You’re safe,” he murmured. “For now.”

The racecourse was a nightmare of mini games, designed to exploit every weakness. Players hands scrambled as they played gong-gi, ddajki, and the flying stone.

You struggled to play spinning top, your hands slipping on the rough material. “I can’t do it,” you muttered, panic rising.

“Yes, you can,” Myung-gi said from your side. “Just breathe.”

You hesitated, but his stern glare left no room for argument. You matched your breathing to his , relaxing and putting yourself at ease.

“See? Not so hard,” he said, his tone gruff but not unkind.

Later, when you reached the jegi section, another player deliberately knocked you to the side to get Myung-gi moving, you cupped your stomach as you felt the player punch it. Myung-gi stepped in immediately, his glare icy. “Try that again, and you’ll regret it,” he growled.

The other player backed off, grumbling, and Myung-gi turned to you. “Don’t let them push you around,” he said. “But if they do, I’ll handle it.” he played his part and crossed the finish line, pulling you by his side.

It was only a small breather before you were put back in another game.

“Four!” the speaker announced, the robotic voice echoing across the room.

Panic set in as players began shoving and scrambling toward doors with numbered signs. You were swept into the crowd, losing sight of Myung-gi.

“Y/N!” his voice rang out, cutting through the chaos.

You turned just in time to see him pushing through the mob, his eyes locked on you. He grabbed your arm, pulling you close. “You’re with me,” he said firmly.

When two other players tried to join your group, Myung-gi stepped in front of you, his stance protective. “Sure, get in,” he said smoothly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Once inside the safety of the numbered room, you slumped against the wall, your heart racing. “You didn’t have to do that,” you murmured.

“Yes, I did,” he replied, his voice low. “You’re not surviving this alone. Not on my watch.”

Back in the dormitory, you sat on the edge of a bunk, picking at the stale bread ration. Myung-gi approached, handing you his water bottle.

“Drink,” he ordered.

You frowned but accepted it. “Why are you helping me?” you asked softly. “You barely know me, we only have the history of being classmates.”

He didn’t answer immediately, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Finally, he said, “Because if you don’t make it out of here, what’s the point?”

You blinked, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. “Myung-gi…”

He waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t get sappy on me. Just… stay close, alright? Don’t trust anyone else. They’ll stab you in the back the first chance they get.”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Thanks. For everything.”

He scoffed, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “Just don’t make me regret it.”

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jegulus | 1k words

lil jegulus I wrote for a secret santa for a dear friend. sirius finding out about jegulus at hogwarts

“James, no,” Regulus insists, pressing a hand to James’ chest in the corridor.

“Come on, Reg, please? No one’s around. It’s late, and I haven’t seen you in days.” James knows he’s being reckless, but he can’t help it. He didn’t mean to run into Regulus, but when he spotted him during his Prefect rounds, he couldn’t resist catching up, feeling drawn to him like a magnet. He’s missed him more than he probably should admit—more than what’s acceptable for two people who’ve been secretly dating for four months.

It all started by accident. A few months ago, James found himself in the library needing to study, but it was surprisingly crowded for a Thursday. He wandered around, searching for a place to sit, and the only available seat was at a table with Regulus. Reluctantly, Regulus let him join, and by the end of the night, James was completely smitten. After that, hallway run-ins where James would change course just to walk Regulus to class, and Quidditch changing room chats became weekly occurrences, and it all fell together naturally. Neither of them had expected to fall for the other, so they’ve been taking it slow. 

Now, four months later, they’re still together, and James couldn’t be happier. But with how protective Sirius is of his brother, Regulus has insisted they keep the whole thing a secret. James gets it, but part of him hates lying to his best friend. He’s been trying to convince Regulus that they should tell him now that they’re serious. Thankfully, Regulus is warming to the idea.

“We could go back to my dorm? I think Remus, Sirius, and Pete are at the library,” James offers.

“After the other day when I was trapped in your room under the invisibility cloak, I don’t want to take any chances. I missed Potions because of that, and Sirius nearly caught us.” 

“But he didn’t,” James grins. Regulus rolls his eyes, the way James loves because he only does it when he has no snarky comment to say back.

“Anyone could find us here, we’re not exactly hidden.” Regulus’ body betrays his words when he steps closer to James, his hands reaching out for his robes. James instinctively brings him in, pulling their bodies flush. 

Running a hand through the soft strands of Regulus’ curls, he tips his head back, their eyes meeting. “Regulus,” James starts, feeling completely lost in his storm grey eyes, “I really want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?”

There’s a war going on behind Regulus’ eyes, weighing his options, debating the risks. Ultimately, he gives in, sending James a small nod before leaning up. The moment their lips touch, the rest of the world falls away. There’s only thoughts of RegulusRegulusRegulus.

This is what always happens with the two of them. They get utterly sucked into each other’s orbit, and are unable to notice anything else. Even the other day in James’ dorm, they were much too close to getting caught, not realising the door had clicked open until they heard Sirius and Peter’s voices. Regulus practically rolled off the bed, and James had to cough and stomp his foot to cover the thud of Regulus’ body hitting  the floor as he covered himself with the cloak.

“James, I missed you,” Regulus whispers against his lips, and it makes James' heart sing. It always takes a few minutes for Regulus’ walls to come down, but when they do, when he gets soft and open with how he feels—there’s nothing like it.

Heart fluttering from Regulus’ words and his body lit up from Regulus’ touch, James stops worrying about where they are. Unfortunately, he probably should start paying more attention.

“What in Merlin’s name is this?”

They pull apart, James whirling around to find Sirius. His arms are crossed, a scowl on his face, and he looks pissed. James has half a mind to run, but that thought fades when he turns and sees Regulus, whose expression mirrors Sirius'—scowl and everything.

“What does it look like, Sirius? I’m kissing James,” Regulus says dryly. 

“I can see that, Regulus. What I’m confused about is why it doesn’t look to me like a first kiss,” Sirius responds. 

James’ palms start to sweat. If there’s one place you don’t want to be, it’s in the middle of a fight between the Black Brothers. “Sirius, we were going to tell you—”

“Tell me what? That you’ve been kissing my brother? Cus it sure doesn’t seem like you were going to tell me.”

“I—we—the thing is—” James is floundering. He knows it, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

“We’ve been seeing each other for four months. We weren’t going to tell you unless it became something worth telling. Which it has, so surprise! James and I are dating.”

Heart flooding with warmth, James can’t help but look at Regulus, likely with a dopey look on his face. Regulus’ lips twitch quickly when his eyes shift sidelong to James.

“Please don’t be mad, Sirius. I really like him. I wanted to tell you, I swear—”

“Prongs, relax.” Sirius’ expression softens into a small smile as he steps forward, placing his hands on James’ shoulders. “I’ve had a hunch about you two for a while. The way you look at each other? It’s not hard to figure out. Also, you’re not as sneaky as you think. I knew Regulus was in the dorm the other day, why do you think I droned on about nothing for an hour?” Sirius grins. “Honestly, I’m ecstatic. My best friend and my brother? How could it get better? Just don’t hurt each other, and I’m all for it.”

Shocked, James looks back at Regulus before his head turns towards Sirius, a wide smile on his face. 

“You’re really fine with this?” Regulus asks.

“I’m fine with it. I’d just prefer not to see it. And don’t ever lie to me again, James.”

James smiles. “Wouldn’t think of it.How did you even end up over here, anyway? This isn’t on the way back to the dorm.”

Sirius pulls the map from his pocket, waving it in the air. “Next time you try to hide something from me, maybe don’t forget we have a map that shows us where everyone in the castle is.” His lips curl into a mischievous smirk and James laughs.

“You have a map that shows you where everyone is in the castle?” Regulus blurts out in disbelief.

Whipping their heads toward him, Sirius and James share a sidelong glance.

“Shit,” they say in unison.