#(and yet i'm not sure it would have worked for me at all if i'd been reading it in pure text rather than in vn-format!)

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ But The Night, He Calls Me — Bruce "Batman" Wayne x GN Civilian!Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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It was hard to imagine a time where anything noteworthy in Gotham didn't happen during a dark and stormy night. The city was a pretty big pull for raincoulds, low hanging fog, and a general morose look. But above all else, it was your home, though you didn't prefer to walk out at night these days. With the notoriously shoddy work of the GCPD and crime rates almost triple as high compared to the neighboring cities, you didn't exactly feel the wet concrete and dark alley corners beckoning you anytime soon.

The roof, however, was a different matter. Your roof— or, well, the roof to the apartment complex you lived at— became a frequent spot to the one man who could ever make a dent in Gotham City crime. The very same man you could see perched on the edge of the parapet right now. You approached slowly, taking careful steps as to not make a sound. After painfully long moments of inching, you were almost close enough to reach out. You shuffled just a bit more, preparing to make yourself known-

"Go back inside" the dark figure cut in, low gravelly voice clear and familiar. You sighed deeply, giving up and moving to step up to the vigilante's side "How do you always do that?". "I'm a detective, it's my job" the Batman said flatly. You leaned against the parapet he was standing atop "It's uncanny is what it is. After all these months you'd think I'd be able to get the drop on you at least once". "Villains who have been chasing me since the beginning of my career haven't managed it either, don't be too discouraged" Batman replied.

You chuckled a little, looking over the edge of the roof. The crime fighter's dry humor was a reason the two of you got along so well. After meeting by chance a few times, it became a more regular occurrence to meet up like this. Sometimes you'd get to see him spring into action, or maybe even return from a fight. But tonight, it seems, was uneventful. "Slow day?" You asked. "There's never a slow day in Gotham," Batman responded "You just need to know where to find the action". You couldn't help but snort a little at the claim "Okay, tough guy, so why haven't you set off yet?". "There's no point to a stakeout if you jump in before the crook" Batman said, and you gave a thoughtful nod in reply.

"You should really go back inside" the caped crusader spoke up "It's late. You've got work, I'm sure". "Got the day off, actually, detective" You responded "And I can't sleep knowing there's a bat on my roof". That got a faint hum from the dark knight, the closest you got to an amused reaction from him. The wind picked up from the just-passed storm, bringing a chill that bit your cheeks and clung to your clothes in one large wave. You couldn't help but shiver, tugging your jacket tighter around your pajamas.

Batman kept his gaze on the streets below, watching as puddles rippled with the last few drops from the sky and lamps flickered from lack of care. He was in tune with every foot of concrete road, attuned to any and every movement. The only thing that pulled his attention was when feeling his long billowing cape being tugged. His head looked over, seeing you wrapping the inky black fabric around your shoulders. "What- what are you doing" Batman asked, mildly confused. "It's not really fair that you're the only one that gets to wrap up in this thing" you said, scooting closer to him for more coverage.

"I do that to cloak myself" Batman countered, sliding off the parapet to be standing on the top of the roof beside you. "Right. And I'm using it to warm myself" you said casually, shuffling to his side. You honestly expected him to give some gruff, witty comment and snatch the cape back. If it were any other situation, with any other person, maybe he would have. But instead, he just looked back to the streets, using an arm to hold out more of the martial for you. You smiled, tucking fully into his side and now being fully wrapped up. "Better?" Batman asked, avoiding looking down at you. You nodded, leaning on his shoulder "A lot, yeah. Thanks, Bats"

Batman gave a short 'hm' in response, going back to being silent. But he kept an arm around your lower back, keeping you held close to his frame. As much as he was trying to avoid it, it did poor things to his heart to see you shivering in the cold because of him. He very briefly placed his chin atop your head, using his free hand to tap your shoulder. "Ten minutes. Then you're going back to bed"

"Fine, fine" you said, nuzzling up to him a bit more "Ten minutes". Batman hesitated a little, before allowing himself to wrap his arms around you fully. He gave you a brief but strong embrace, letting you soak up his warmth just for now. He could spare ten mintues. It's not like any villain could outrun him for long, anyways.

[r11yh1soka]

recently my tm on x has been filled with frat and nerd gojo so please do something with that 🙏🏻😫

omg yes ofc!! here:

SINISTER

satoru x female reader

synopsis: Satoru is your dorm building RA and happens to do a room check-in with you only to find that you're struggling tremendously with calculus, his best subject. To your surprise, he offers to help but it's not without a cost.

SATURDAY 12:56 AM

"Sweets! Open the door, I gotta do a room check...make sure ya don't have anything not allowed in here," Satoru, your obnoxiously loud RA bangs on your door.

You're in the middle of your calculus homework when you hear him, it was awfully late and you weren't expecting anyone. You we're still in your pajamas, a tank top and plaid pajama pants that fit looser than your tank top. You weren't thinking clear when you walked to the door and just opened it, in the comfort of your dorm room you we're working without a bra.

"You're doing dorm checks at one in the morning?" You groaned as you looked at his stupid face.

He was in his own black sweats, patched with the sign of his fraternity on the left side of his sweats and a white hoodie.

"Actually, it's only 12:56. Now let me check," he shrugged and you sighed and stepped to the side to let him in to do what he needed to do.

You flicked the light on for him, since you'd been doing your homework in the dark. Your roomate went out to a party so she wouldn't be back for a while. Satoru looked around your room and you let him as you went back to your desk. The homework wasn't due until monday morning but since you knew it would take you forever to do, you got an early start on it.

You sat down and continue to work the problems out, without you realizing it Satoru's nosieness directed him towards your nightstand by your bed. You heard the sound of a drawer opening and you whipped your head around before perking up and rushing over to him to slam the door shut. By the time you closed the drawer, it was too late. He'd already seen your vibrator that was inside the drawer, you slightly sat on the nightstand, putting yourself in between him and the nightstand. He smirked at you and chuckled lazily before turning around.

"That...that wasn't what it looked like. Why are you going through my stuff anyway?!" You made an attempt to turn the situation on him but he only laughed while walking past your desk.

Your homework caught his eye and he took a look at it for a moment, he shook his head while looking at your work.

"You're doing this all wrong." He points out, tapping his finger on your notebook paper and you stop leaning on your nightstand to see what part he's referring to.

"How would you know?" You scoff as you look at the part he's pointing to.

Without explanation, he grabs the red pen off your desk and begins working out the problem right then and there with ease. You watched him doing it without even looking at a calculator, you weren't good at calculus but the problems were also difficult yet he did it was ease. It was second nature to him, he worked the problem out over your incorect work and set down the pen when he was done. You looked it over before typing his answer into your laptop only for a green checkmark to appear as you entered it. You'd been working on that problem for an hour straight, you kept getting the wrong answer yet he stood there in finished it in less than ten minutes.

"I took this class last year, I tutor for this class and it's my favorite subejct...so I'd say I'm pretty qualified, sweets." He chuckles while looking at you with a teasing grin.

"Will...will you help me? Please?" you were desperate, you were on the verge of failing this class and you'd never failed a class in your life.

"Hm...I guess," he shrugs and grabs the chair from your roomates desk to pull up next to your desk.

You both sit down and he begins explaining everything to you in great detail. He takes his time with you, talking gently as his caters to your specific weaknesses and strengths in the subject. He's talking you through it as you go through the twenty-five problems together. He's gentle and not making fun of you at all, it was as if he was a completely different person. You we're necessarily close to him but you lived in the same building so you had your frequent run-in's with each other.

His frat took up the entire left wing of the floor and he often fit the sterotypical frat boy. Constant parties, different women coming in and out of his friends dorms, and obnoxious to the absolute core. He often made fun of you and nicknamed you "sweets" because everytime you had your elevator run-in, you were carrying some kind of candy, dessert or sugary drink. It was your motivation to completew your work, what can you say? You had a sweet tooth and it was no secret yet he constantly was making fun of you for it.

An hour and a half later, you finally finished. This entire semester you'd never once finished your calculus homework in less than five hours minimum. You clicked "submit" on the final problem and sighed loudly with relief, you were in absolute amazement as you stared at the "completed" on the homework assignment.

"Alright, time to pay up." he blurts and puts his hand out as if he's waiting for money from you.

"Excuse me?" you tilted your head in confusion and he laughed at you.

"What? I don't tutor for free. That'll be fifty dollars, sweets," He explains and your eyes pop open wide.

"Fifty dollars?? I thought you we're doing me a favor!" You exclaimed and he shook his head.

"A favor? I'd never and I never said it was a favor either," he cracks a teasing smile and you groan in annoyance.

You should have known better but you genuienly thought he was being nice. You didn't want to pay him fifty dollars, you we're planning on buying this pair of earrings you really wanted with that money.

"If ya don't wanna pay that way...I'd take another kind of payment from you," he suggested rather suspciously, causing you to squint.

"What kind of payment exactly...?" you tilt your head to the side with your brows raised.

"You've got nice tit's sweets...flash me and consider your debt paid." he bargains and your eyes nearly pop out their sockets.

"You're bold...I'll give you that--"

"Then that'll be fifty bucks. One or the other, baby." He interrupts with a careless shrug and you tense up.

You look at him for a minute, waiting for him to tell you that he was joking but he never did. You we're staring at each other, waiting for one of you to crack and unfortunately, you ended up being the one to crack after deciding you cared to keep your fifty dollars more than you cared for Satoru to see your tits.

"Fine--"

"Unfortunately...you took too long so now I also get to lick...or you could pay me the fifty and we'll be all done here!" He adds on and you roll your eyes in annoyance.

"Fine...but on one condition besides the fact that you can't tell anyone, espcially none of your frat brothers." You declared and he raised a brow as you sat turned in front of each other.

"You have to tutor me for the rest of the semester...and next if I need help in calculus two too." You stated and the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.

"Two semesters worth of free tutoring? I'm afraid that means I deserve to suck too. It's the least you could do, walkin' around with tits like those," he glanced down at your hardened nipples poking through your tank and back up to your eyes.

"For how long...?

"Thirty seconds is all I require." he stated and you knit your brows together.

"Fifteen." you bargained back to him and he didn't waste a second before nodding his head.

"Deal." he agrees and adjusts himself by sitting up straight.

You sit up straight as well, trying to not think about it too hard because if you do, you know you'll back out. You really wanted those earrings so you thought about that instead as you took a deep breath and grabbed the ends of your tank. You turned your head to the side and closed your eyes, avoiding the look on his face as you began to lift your shirt up. His heart was pounding with anticipation and when you finally lifted your tank up over your tits, displaying them in front of him, his heart practically burst.

A second later, after he practiclly drools at the sight of your perfect tits, he cups them in his hands. You feel his hot mouth on your nipple, sucking as hard as he can while fondilng with your other tit in his hand. Your eyes are shut and you're biting your bottom lip to hold back on how badly you wanted to moan as he sucked. You we're counting in your head until you got to fiffteen. He groaned a little while sucking, taking pleasure in the softness of your tit in his mouth. He took more than just your nipple in his mouth, he widened his mouth to take more of your tit inside his mouth. You could feel his spit soaking over your breast until he released after the fifteen seconds with a pop sound.

"Fuck...that was hot," he smirks at the sight of your tits still nice and wet in front of him.

A trail of spit breaks as he parts his mouth from your nipple, you can feel spit dribbling down your nipple and despite the fiftee seconds being over, you don't drop your shirt back down. You can't ignore the heat between your legs or the throbbing you felt as he sucked. It's been a long time since you had your breast sucked like that and at two in the morning with your mind worn out from all that math, you indulged in the relief presented before you.

"Well thank--mmph!" you grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face back to your tit, he latched on immdietwly and begin sucking again.

You looked down at him and saw him looking up at you, he smiled a little when you made eye contact. With his other hand he was kneading your tit roughly, you let a moan slip out of your mouth as he nibbled on your nipple playfully.

He moans a little himself, muffled by your tit in his mouth. Without hesitation, he reaches forward and wraps his arms around your waist. He yanks you forward onto his lap where you can feel his dick hard underneath your thigh. He tilts his head to the side a little as his other hand slips up and pulls your shirt off completely to throw onto the ground. You're body has a mind of it's own, that the only way you allow yourself peace of mind as you do what you do.

Your hips start bucking and before you know it, you're grinding your cunt against his thigh. His legs are long, giving you space to work with as you feel the ache in your cunt become harder to ignore. You just can't help it, he's sucking on your tit so sensually it just feels to good to not ride his thigh. When he realizes that you're getting off just from his thigh, his mouth releases from your tit and he looks down at your crotch grinding against his leg.

"Achin' for me, sweets? You wet for me?" he teases and you just rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand to shove in your pants.

He takes your intiative as permission, which it was, and slips in a finger only to find his finger slide in with ease. You're soaking wet for him and he can feel it. Your lips crash down on his, muffiling the way you're moaning as he thrashes two of his fingers into you without remorse. You hold onto the back of his head, thrusting yourself against his fingers at the same time they're sliding in and out of you. You're hands rub against his undercut and through his white hair, you're messing it up with how much your running your fingers through his hair.

"Fuck sweets...ya always get this wet? Or is it a special "thank you" for me?" He teases as you find it harder to control yourself, your thrust are messy and eager as your body searches for pleasure.

"Open yer mouth for me," he groans and you do exactly that.

He tilts his head to the side and starts sucking on your tongue, your brows curl up in pleasure as you come undone on his lap. His dick is practiclly begging to be released from the constraints of his pants. He slips his fingers out of you, to which you grow irritated with and he breaks from the kiss to look down at his lap.

Before pulling his sweats down, he picks you up again and sets you down on top of your desk. He turns around and begins walking towards your nightstand, you furrow your brows in confusion and find yourself growing more impateint with every second you're not pleasured. He opens the drawer your vibrator was in and he grabs it, you furrow your brows in confusion. He sets it down next to you and reached forward, yanking off your pants. You go right along with it and pull off your underwear, leaving it dangiling off your ankles.

He switches the on button up and before you can question him, he places the vibrator over your dripping cunt. You toss your head back and grab ahold of his shoulder, digging your nails into him. You're moaning uncontrollably at this point as the vibrator works it's magic. You can feel yourself already beginning to reach your climax and Satoru picks up on it.

"Uh uh...haven't even fucked ya yet, sweets." he shakes his head and immediately turns the vibrator off.

"Then hurry up and fuck me." You groan in frustration after being brought down from your high again.

He takes your suggestions as a demand and pulls down his sweats, You pull up at his sweatshirt and take it off, tossing it on the ground before he pulls down his boxers and pulls out his dick. His dick springs out, slapping against his abdomen to which your eyes widen at the pure length of him. He chuckles playfully at your reaction, precum is oozing from his tip and you can feel your cunt throbbing with desire.

He pulls out a condom from his sweats, you sigh with relief because you didn't even consider the fact that you didn't have any until now. He tears the condom open and slides it on, you spread your legs apart and he grabs one of your legs and puts it against his hip. You take it upon yourself to wrap both your legs around him as you bit down on your bottom lip. He positions himself at your entrance, gliding his tip against your clit before thrusting himself all the way into you at once. You throw your head back, your mouth falling agape as the sheer size of him stretches you out.

"Fuck 'toru!' You call out with your head tossed back and your arms wrapped around the back of his neck.

"So fuckin' wet --hah-- gripping me back so tight," he groans in a slight whisper against your ear.

His thrust began to quicken as he pounds himself into you, the desk starts hitting the wall with every rough thrust into you but you don't even care. You're holding onto the back of his neck and he grunts into your ear, within a few minutes you can already feel him hitting your cervix. Tears flood your eyes the moment he hits your cervix, you let out a whimper of complete and utter pleasure, releasing a sound you've never made before.

You can hear him laughing in your ear but your embarssment is long gone at this point. You hold onto him tighter, hoping he'll keep hitting that spot.

"Right there, sweetheart? Is that where ya want me?" he whispers between his grunts into you.

You can only nod your head quickly, he smirks before placing his lips on yours again and muffiling your noises with his mouth. The squelching of your cunt was loud in the room but not louder than the two of you moaning over each other over and over again. His abdoment was smacking against your soaked cunt, leaving wet marks over him but he didn't give a damn. He continued hitting your cervix, rough and with the pleasure there was pain but you fucking loved it.

" 'm gonna cum," you whisper and toss your head back again, he licks the side of your neck before kissing and sucking intensely.

Your mouth fell open, whines pouring from your lips like crazy as you reached your climax. You were cumming all over his dick, he looked down to watch the white ring of your cum form around the base of his dick. He licked his bottom lip with the motion of his hips, smiling as he listened and felt you unraveling just because of him.

Before you could even catch your breath to fully enjoy the amount of cum that just left your body, he was already turning you around and pushing your head down on the desk. With one hand holding your head down and the other gripping your waist he began fucking you from behind.

You we're sensitive as ever but that was of no matter to him. He hadn't cum yet and until then he'd fuck you into oblivion. Your tits we're pressed into the desk and he gave your ass a rough smack. The sound of his abdomen smacking into your ass loudened in the room, the only thing keeping you from telling him to quiet down was the fact that the people next door were throwing a party. The music drowned out all the noises you and Satoru were making.

You could feel your own cum running down your thighs, you we're struggiling to keep your legs open for Satoru and he gave your ass a hard smack until you fixed yourself.

"Fuck --hah-- this pussy is so fuckin' good...can't --hah-- get 'nough," he pants with his hand keeping your head pressed down.

"You been keepin' pussy this good from me, sweets? Shit, I'll tutor you however much ya want...fuck yeah, fuck me back baby," he shakes his head in pure amazement that you were sopping wet in front of him.

"Ah shit...gonna 'cum." he whispers under his breath and slips his hand to your other hip.

You lean up until your back is pressed against his chest as he fucks you harder than ever, thrusting into you with a slight curve of his hips to reach deeper inside you until he's found his pleasure. You're whining to the thrust, your eyes flutter open and closed until his hands slides up and wraps around your throat. He grunts loudly before it turns into a moan that pours from those pretty lips of his and you know that he's cumming.

"Hah...fuck fuck fuck...needed this so badly sweets ya don't even know," he whispers with a slur of his worss, rolling off his tongue as his hot liquid shoots up inside the condom while still inside you.

He stays inside you for a moment longer, his head slumps down onto your shoulder where he kisses over your shoulder gently. You're panting and swallowing to gather yourself together as the reality of what you two did on your desk sinks in. You can feel him starting to slide out of you, he kisses your shoulder again before you hear him pulling his pants off and tossing the condom in the trash at the corner of your desk.

"Next time...'m gonna find out if that pussy is as sweet as your nickname, sweets. 'Kay?" he gives your ass a smack as he situates himself and grabs his hoodie off the floor before pulling it over his head.

[livesworthlivingau]

Memory of Lost Letters

Spoilers for ISAT and Two Hats below! CW: Panic Attacks, Suicidal/Death Ideation, Unhealthy Obsession, Grief/Loss

Yet another memories chapter! Heavily inspired by this fic I read recently and I realized it would be prime angst to make an LWL version of the idea, 30 years of 'lost letters' to Loop.

("… Hello?… Are you there Loop?… Does this still work?")

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("Thank you again, Loop... I don't know if you can hear me, but I think I can still feel you somehow... I can't wait to see you again, whenever you're ready!")

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("Loop... I understand if you need some time, you can take all the time you need, I'll be there for you whenever you want it... but please say something, anything... I just want to know you're okay...")

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(Sigh)

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("We're gonna be leaving Dormont soon, last chance to come accept everyone's thanks in person, if you want... We're heading to Bambouche so uhh... hopefully we'll see you there if not.")

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("... It still doesn't feel real... leaving Dormont, being out of the loops... I can only imagine how it might feel for you... I miss you Loop...")

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("PLEASE JUST ANSWER ME!! I CAN'T DO THIS WITHOUT YOU!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!")

|"Sif, please hold on a second-!"|

("NO! YOU DON'T GET IT!! NO ONE GETS IT!! ONLY THEY DO!!! WHY WON'T THEY ANSWER ME?!?! I KNOW THEY'RE THERE!! WHY-")

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("I can't do this… I can't do this anymore Loop… I don't deserve them, I don't deserve any of this… You do. You should be here, not me… Please come home. Please take it all back… Please…" Stifled sobbing)

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(Deep breath "... I'm sorry Loop, it's been... a lot to deal with... I think I'm doing a bit better now... We met Nille finally, she's really nice, tough too, I think you'd like her." Chuckles "... If you don't want me to call you anymore, all you gotta do is say so, I'd understand, I promise...")

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(Sigh "Thanks again for everything...")

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("Happy birthday Loop!... At least I think it's our birthday, can't know for sure, can we?... I hope it's a good one for you!")

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("Everyone helped me find a therapist, a really nice one too... Would you mind if I... told them... about you? 'Us'? They said it's all confidential, they wouldn't tell anyone else if I don't want them too... It would help me explain everything a bit more to them... I promise I won't tell anyone else, not without you...")

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("I TOLD THEM! I TOLD THEM AND I'M SORRY!!")

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("... Is it bad that I kinda wanted you to scream at me for that?... at least I'd hear your voice again... They actually recommended that I write letters to you, as a little therapy exercise... I told them I was kinda already doing that, heh... They also said I should start being more true to my feelings and tell people what they mean to me so... I love you Loop... I really hope you're okay.")

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("They're throwing some big gala for the saviors back in Dormont soon. It's gonna be really weird going back there, but I think it might be good for us... You're invited too of course, we wouldn't have saved everyone without you after all! So we'll be back in Dormont in... 33 days, if you're still there or wanna meet up... I love you Loop.")

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("... I'm at the favor tree... I told myself no more wishes... I told myself it's a bad idea and would only bring more pain... b-but..." Heavy sobbing "I-I found a leaf... a-and it looks like you Loop... I just want to see you again... please stop me Loop... please... I-I...")

|"Siiiiiiiif? Siiiiiif, where'd you go?"|

("No... Not now... I need you! YOU PROMISED LOOP! YOU SUPER DUPER PROMISED!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!")

|"SIFFRIN?!"|

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("... Why didn't you do it Loop?... Why didn't you kill me?... You should have, you know... You deserve it all, not me... I... I love you Loop...")

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("...")

(Soft snoring)

("Mnffff..." Yaaawwwwn-)

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("Sorry... about the other night... I thought I was doing better but... My therapist warned me it's common to have a relapse now and then, especially so close to the source of trauma... I ruined everyone else's night, I'm sorry I had to ruin yours too... Thank you again Loop, I love you...")

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("Heh... I'm so pathetic Loop... I can't even see a shooting star now without crying... Thought you'd get a chuckle out of that at least... I love you Loop.")

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("Happy birthday Loop! Hehe~! Odile-" Hiccup "Odile bought some reaaally nice Ka Buan liquor, and IIIII'm drunk~!" Hiccup "Heh... Remember how you said you didn't know what you looked like? Well just between you and me... You were reaaaal pretty as a star~." Hiccup "Is it weird that I kinda wanted to kiss you~? Hah! I wonder if it'd tingle... Do you even have a mouth? Heh... I loooove you Loooooop~.")

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("... Stars I really hope you can't actually hear these...")

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(Sigh "Still thinking about you... I love you, Loop.")

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("Happy birthday Loop! So much has been changing around here, I don't know if you really wanna hear about it all, but life's been good! Still think about you a lot though... I'm in Jouvente now if you ever wanna stop by! Just look for the 'Savior's Style' shop and you'll find us! I love you, Loop!")

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("LOOP!?... Loop?... I thought I heard you, are you there?... Was it just a dream?...")

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("Happy birthday Loop. Sorry I haven't been calling more, but I'm sure you're sick of hearing from me anyways. Everyone says hi by the way! I haven't told them your secret, don't worry, but they got curious why I kept sneaking off for a little bit every year, so I told the truth, just a little ritual of mine to stay connected with you in some way... I love you, Loop!")

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("Okay, now!")

{|<=-"HEY LOOP!"-=>|}

("Hehe, everyone wanted to say hi themselves this year! Nille too! I love you, Loop! And happy birthday!")

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("Mmmm.. Happy birthday Loop... Long busy day, so had to sneak it in before bed..." Yaaaaawn "Good night, Loop. I love you...")

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("Happy birthday Loop! You know you're still more than welcome to come visit anytime, right? Just wanted to make sure you knew. I love you!")

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("Happy birthday Loop! I love you!")

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("Happy birthday Loop... I miss you... Love you...")

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("I love you Loop, hope you're having a good birthday.")

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("I hope you're not sick of this yet because you bet I'm gonna do it every year, only way to stop me is to come and make me~! So happy birthday Loop! I love you!")

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("I love you, Loop. Happy Birthday.")

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("Happy birthday Loop... I hope you're doing well, really. I love you, so much Loop.")

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("Happy Birthday Loop... I love you...")

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("... I miss you so blinding much Loop..." Shaky breaths "B-But I think I need to let you go... for both our sakes... I really hope you found the peace you were looking for... I love you, Loop... Happy Birthday...")

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("Loop... It's Odile... She..." Choking up "She's not doing well... I-I don't think she has long left... I-I just thought you should know... I love you, Loop...")

[sennenpharaoh]

"...!!!"

There was an audible hissing gasp from Atem, which caused him to almost lose his breath. For a few seconds it was like his breath was caught in his throat, he could barely speak or even make a sound. Eventually... only one word came out, at first.

"You..."

It was low, quiet, and shaky. Of course he felt that squeeze to his hand; he knew full well what Roy was trying to say to him with that gesture. He wanted Atem to look him in the eyes, as of course that was where Atem was most honest.

"You didn't just..." His voice was shakier, growing weaker as he tried to swallow down the lump in his throat.

"When Joey died... I thought I'd never hear that vow ever spoken to me. When Mana and I split up, I told myself that I didn't want to hear that vow ever again, because I didn't want them to be broken again. Because of that I just... gave up. If I can't see my Beloved walk down the aisle, and the one time I do those vows get broken... why should I deserve to want to hear them again?!"

Slowly... and surely... he would, revealing a terrified face, eyes filled with tears that could fall at any moment.

"I have been... so... scared of hearing them one more time because I know what it would mean. That I would have to go through that uncertainty all over again. What if I lose you before we say those vows? What if those vows get broken yet again? And then you say that and... w-what do you want me to think?!" He grasped Roy's hand with both hands and looked right into Roy's eyes, as he wanted.

"I'm only going to say this once. I take those vows seriously, very seriously. And I do not want my heart broken yet again. I'm giving you one... last chance. Please... think, don't feel. Think. Nothing will make me happier than to finally say those vows one day and have them mean something. I want that more than anything. If this is what you truly want, to have... and to hold me... for richer..." He felt himself getting worked up as he couldn't stop the tears from falling down. But still he pressed on, a certain Healer's words helping him push through them. "... or for poorer... for better... or for worse... in sickness... and in health... 'till Death claims us both... then..." He paused, a few hitched breaths leaving him before he pushed on, looking right into Roy's eyes.

"Then you say it properly! My full name. Atem... Bin... Aknamkanon... If you're going to ask me that question, if you really want to have me as your future husband, then say my full name!"

He listened to his words, waiting till he asked the question, of course he's thought about it. He doesn't just make decisions like this. He's never considered marrying someone before. He was scared at the thought of hurting someone he loved with his blood stained hands.

"Atem, I don't think you understand." He squeezes his hand. "We both have been through a lot in our time, and its obvious we feel like we don't deserve to be happy because of the pain we've caused people we've cared about. Yet, those people we love are still with us, still loving us and wanting to be near us. Do you ever think they would want us to be happy? I can say I never thought I deserved to be happy, but yet... here I am happy when I am with you. I had so much self hatred for myself and what I've done that I never let myself be happy with another person, but when I met you, I wanted to be happy, I wanted to enjoy every moment with you that I could." He admits softly.

"The guilt you feel still is understandable. I always feel it deep down, it never truly goes away, even if I wish it did. I really never thought I'd be able to think of marriage because I thought that was unreachable for a man like me." He swallows softly, squashing down the nervousness he felt.

"That was till I met you and you showed me differently, you showed me I was able to love and be loved by someone, no matter what flaws and choices I had to make in the past." He looks at him softly, but seriously.

"I've thought long and hard with my decision. I know what you've done, and I still accept you, flaws and all. No matter what you have done in your past and what we have went through when things happened between us, we worked it out and moved on from it. I still choose this, I still choose you, I want you. All of you. Some days will be tougher than others, but we're going to get through those days together."

He can understand why he was hesitant in all of this, because he felt like he didn't deserve it. Well, Roy is here to assure him that he does deserve it.

"I could say the same, do you really want someone like me after all that I've done? You kept telling me that these blood stained hands deserve to hold the man I love. What's the difference? You deserve this just as much as I do. I want to be with you, through sickness and health, till death do us part. I want that with you, Atem. I love you. I love you, Atem. So much." He squeezes his hand again, this time hoping he'd look at him in the eyes.

"I've thought long and hard, Atem. I want to marry you. There's nobody else I wish to marry."

[bumblingbabooshka]

thoughts on saavik?

I don't know anything about Saavik v_v I really love these two posts about her though! X and X I think about these posts often and whenever I do I feel like I want to draw!

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

do you ever have the irrepressible urge to do something time-consuming and useless

[sysig]

Just Desserts continental northern map made using this method! :D (Patreon)

[billpottsismygf]

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[youremyonlyhope]

why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up

[moonlit-tulip]

One inconvenient side effect of my state of being somewhat allergic to most fan-translated light novels (for "the prose tends to be Deeply Awkward, probably because all the translators who reach the level of doing Actual Good Prose get scooped up by the official translation-licensing companies?" reasons) is that it makes it difficult and vaguely nerve-wracking to interact with the Monogatari fandom.

Because, like... there are two whole seasons of the series which exist only in fan-translation, not in official translation! And the fandom has, very reasonably, gone and, like, read the books comprising those seasons. But I haven't, and don't expect that to change for a pretty long time! And thus, despite being a big fan of the series, I can't really safely interact with the fandom, for fear of spoilers.

Eventually, this will be fixed one way or another, either by the remaining novels getting official translations (...after the manga translations finish? I hope? Although my hope is somewhat weaker than it would have been a few years ago, given the context where the Zaregoto and Pretty Boy Detective Club translations both seem to have stopped too despite not involving the same translators) or by my learning enough Japanese to read the remaining books in the original or by my figuring out some way to increase my tolerance for light novel fan-translations.

Hopefully one of these will happen before I run into Major Spoilers, rather than only after.

[quatregats]

Current Situation would actually probably be solved if I stopped looking to Projects for all my satisfaction in life

[mishkakagehishka]

I wanna be an artist so bad bro what am i doing in college

[svtskneecaps]

i always know i’m getting stressed when my comfort fic becomes “time travel fix-it” adjacent. like honestly when i put that tag back in the ao3 include filters that should have been a red flag.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

wait, Derin how did your leaving make the hospital shut down?

I used to work as a live-in nanny for a pediatrician.

Now, the thing about hospitals in my country is that they are massively understaffed and massively underfunded. This is especially true outside the major cities. The staff are worked to the bone and receive little to no help in things like finding accommodation or childcare, making working in rural areas a very uninviting prospect; staff come out here, get lumped with the work of three people (because there's nobody else to do it), burn out under the workload and leave, meaning that those remaining have even more work because that person is gone. It's unsustainable and the medical staff are doing their best to sustain it, because people die if they don't, so to the higher-ups it looks like everything's getting done and therefore everything is fine.

My friend (and boss) worked one week on, one week off, swapping out with another pediatrician. This was necessary because it would not be physically possible for one person to handle the workload for longer periods of time. The one single pediatrician had to hold up the entire pediatrics ward, which was not only the only public hospital pediatrics ward in our town, but also the one that served all the towns around us for a few hours' drive in all directions. I regularly saw her go to work sick, aching, tired, or with a debilitating 'I can barely make words or see' level migraine, because if she took a day off, twenty children didn't get healthcare that day, and some of these kids' appointments were scheduled weeks in advance. She'd work long hours in the day and then be called in a couple of times overnight for an hour or two at a time (she was on-call at night too, because somebody had to be), and then go in the next day. Sometimes she would be forced to take a day off because she physically could not stay awake for longer than a few minutes at a time, meaning she couldn't drive to work.

Cue my niece's second birthday coming up in Melbourne. I'd been working for her for about 3 years, and she (and the hospital) had plenty of advance warning that I (and therefore she) needed one (1) Friday off. That's fine, we'll find someone to work that Friday, the hospital said. Right up until the last week where they're like "oh, we can't find a replacement; you can come in, can't you?"

No, she tells them; I don't have anyone to watch my kid that day.

Oh, surely you can hire a babysitter for this one day, they say. Think of the children! We really really need you to work that day. I know we said it'd be fine but we need you now, there's no one else to do it.

There are no other babysitters, she told them. Unless you can find one?

That's not our responsibility, they said.

But I'm not changing my plans, she's got plans by now as well, the hospital knew about this one day weeks in advance, and with absolutely no reserve staff they're forced to reschedule all pediatrics appointments for that Friday. Not a huge deal, it happens on the 'physically too overworked to get out of bed' days too. I go to Melbourne, she goes back to her home in Adelaide for her recovery week, all should be on track.

My niece gives me Covid.

This was way back in the first wave of the pandemic, and there were no Covid vaccines yet. The rules were isolate, mask up, hope. I had Covid in the house, and it would've been madness for my friend and her toddler to come back into the Covid house instead of staying in Adelaide. There was absolutely no way that a pediatrician could live with someone in quarantine due to Covid and go to work in the hospital with sick children every day. And no support existed for finding another babysitter, or temporary accommodation, so the hospital was down a pediatrician.

The other pediatrician wasn't available to do a three-week stint. They were also trapped in Adelaide on their well-earned week off.

Meaning that the only major pediatrics ward within a several-hour radius had no pediatricians. They had to shut down and send all urgent cases to Adelaide for the week. To the complete absence of surprise of any of the doctors or nurses; of course this would happen, this was bound to happen, it presumably keeps happening. But probably to the surprise of the higher-ups. After all, the hospital was doing fine, right? Of course all the staff were complaining of overwork and a lack of resources in every meeting, but they could always be fobbed off with the promise of more help sometime in the future; the work was mostly getting done, so the issue couldn't be too urgent.

It's not like some nanny who doesn't even work for the hospital could go out of town for a weekend for the first time in three years, and get the only public pediatrics ward in the area shut down for a week.

[lymtw]

Aftercare

Aftercare with Toji, where after all the roughness and manhandling is over with, he can't take his eyes off of you. All he cares about is making sure that you're not in excruciating pain, yet he hasn't been able to say a word for the past five minutes. You've pressed so many tender kisses to his face and expressed that you're okay enough times to him, but he can't seem to drop the smallest, lingering coil of guilt he feels at the sight of your scuffed up body. You look like you fought off a bear and ripped octopus tentacles off your skin—simultaneously, with all the scratches, bruises, and hickeys that littered you from your jaw to your ankles.

"Quit staring," you say, bringing your knees up and crossing your arms, your hands gripping your biceps.

"Nah- baby..." he finally says, softly, like he's quickly trying to justify the gaze he had set on you. "Come here."

Toji makes quick work of crushing this wave of insecurity that threatens your peace. He knows what you just endured was not the softest experience, and that you practically let him—a man capable of showing the aggression of a pack of wolves, devour you. Really, he did not hold back at all.

You slide down the bed and pull the covers over your body, laying your head on his chest with an arm thrown over his midsection. He pulls you close with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, and kisses the top of your head. "You know I love you, right, mama?"

"Mhm," you hum. Minutes ago you would have thought those words were a cruel joke being played on you with the way he gripped onto you like he wanted it to hurt.

"Wasn't trying to hurt your feelings by staring at you like that. Just did a lot of damage, this time, and it looks like it hurts... a lot."

"I'm fine," you repeat, for the nth time. You look up at him, briefly, sparing a smile before resting your cheek on his chest again. "A hot shower will melt it all away, I promise," you mumble.

He brushes over one of the many stains he left on the side of your neck. "My little trooper," he sighs, very much relaxed by your side. "You know i'd be proud even if you told me you were hurting." He knows it'll take more than a shower to get all these new semipermanent tattoos off your pretty skin, but for the sake of not making you feel small, again, he shuts up about it.

"I know," you assure. "I just don't wanna burden you. You're probably just as tired, if not more."

"What do you need?"

You lift your head again and look at him, confusion filling out your features. "You heard me, didn't you? I can take care of myself."

"I know that, and I don't doubt it for a second, but you're really gonna reject me?" He hisses, dramatically clutching his chest. "Damn, mama, just like that?"

"Well, no. Of course not-"

"Right. Of course not," he says, with that horrible tendency he has of cutting you off when the situation benefits you. "Gonna ask you one more time, and if you don't answer, i'm just gonna do what I want for you. What do you need?"

You had to think about it for a minute, about how you wanted him to help you. Independence shone through your thoughts. Everything he could help you with, you could also do alone. You didn't want to be needy.

"Five..." He's timing you, now. "Four..." The countdown has your brain scrambling to pick something. Anything, but you're blanking, losing second by second the already little time you were gifted. "Three... it shouldn't be this hard," he teases, a smirk on his face.

"I don't know, um."

"Two... you're gonna lose the option of telling me what to do, doll."

"No- I don't know."

"One." The countdown ends. "Alright," he groans, pulling you up with him as he sits up. "Let's go."

–

Sure enough, once the lukewarm water hit your skin, you gained a burst of energy. You made the washing of your body an amusing, yet tedious task for Toji. With all your little excitement fueled dances and laughter, what should have been a ten minute session turned into a twenty minute one.

"Doll, turn around. Let me get your back," Toji says, holding back a grin at the sight of you trying to soothe the burning sensation you feel in your nose after inhaling water.

You turn your back to him, before jovially turning to face him again. "Joking, joking," you say, when you catch his lidded eyes. You quickly turn your back to him, again, with giggles slipping past your lips.

He sighs, unable to hold back the gentle curl of his lips any longer. "What am I gonna do with you?" He lathers you from the nape of your neck to your lower back, with soap. The contrast of the white foam and the darkened stains on your skin, were enough to have him thinking about what ended just a little over half an hour ago. There wasn't a spot on you that didn't have some mark of his on it. Your shoulder blades and spine were mottled with stains of his lips, and your hips had opaque fingerprints on them.

You winced and took a step forward, away from Toji's touch, successfully pulling him out of his zoned out state. "You're scrubbing the scratches too hard," you say, turning to him while running your hands over the tender skin.

"Shit," he gently pulls you back and turns your back to him again, "sorry, princess." A few soothing kisses are pressed into the strikes, enough of them to make you forget that it even stung in the first place. He makes sure his mind stays out of the gutter, at least until he's done washing you, so that he doesn't hurt you again.

After showering, you stayed in bed while Toji went to the kitchen to make some tea for you. He did this for you after every night of intimacy, to expedite the betterment of your exhausted throat. He also knows of the calming properties that ease you into slumber. He wants nothing more than for you to sleep off the soreness your body retains.

"There you go, baby. I know you don't like it, but it'll make your throat feel better, so you have to drink the whole thing." He settles down next to you, on his side of the bed and watches you sip on the steaming hot drink.

The familiar scrunch of your nose appears at the taste that hits your taste buds, a sight that Toji has started looking forward to. "I hate the flavor just a little more every time I drink it. Oh well," you say, taking another sip, ignoring the scalding heat that embraces your tongue.

"I know. It sucks," he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Hopefully, next time we choose correctly and get something you'll like."

You set the mug down on the nightstand and turn to him. With warm hands, you cup his cheeks and tilt his head up slightly.

"What?" He asks, his eyes directed towards you.

Your smile evolves into a short giggle as you stare at one pinpointed spot on the side of his neck. "I got you, too. Right..." you drag a finger down his neck, gently pressing on the dark spot you left on him. "...here."

His hand tracks your touch and replaces it with his own, feeling the mark. "Damn right, you did. You got me, baby," he says through a grin. "My turn?"

You sigh, with faux irritation. "Fiiine."

"Let's see..." He cups your cheeks the way you did his. "I got this whole area here." His thumb brushes over your jawline, dragging beneath it to where the marks end. "Then there's this entire patch right here." He turns your head, exposing the reddish-purple splotches on the side of your neck to the light. His eyes trace the slope that leads to your shoulder, spotting the marks that remain visible beneath the collar of your shirt. He coordinates his touch with his sight, dragging his fingers over your delicate skin. "Right here," he says, after pulling the collar of your shirt down your shoulder, revealing more of his marks.

"Okay, okay. You win," you say fixing your shirt, covering up again.

"There's one right there," he continues, tapping the column of your neck. "Some more there," his finger glides over your left collarbone.

"Toji, I swear, if you point out one more, i'm gonna bite your finger off."

He stares at you silently, the corners of his lips twitching as you watch him, intently. After a few seconds, he slowly starts directing his finger towards a mark on your chest. Once he makes contact with your skin, he gently presses on the smear of color that marks it, still holding eye contact with you. "Here, too."

You swat his hand away from you, and huff. "Why did I even try to threaten you? You want me to bite your finger off, huh?"

"Not in the slightest. I just knew you weren't actually gonna do it, so I pushed it."

You cross your arms. "Whatever. I'm just gonna put a hoodie on so you can't look at them anymore."

"Woah, baby, put down the knife," he says, hands up in playful surrender. "No need to take drastic measures over this. Don't hide all my hard work."

"Hard work," you mutter, an incredulous scoff following.

Toji's gaze falls on your lips. "You're pouting like you wanna be kissed," he teases.

"And you're... you're being annoying," you say, covering your mouth with your hand, concealing the involuntary lift of your lips.

"Yeah, but you still want me to kiss you," he says, with a sly, knowing smirk on his face. "Look at you. Look at that blush. Even your knuckles are red, doll."

"Oh my god..." you groan with embarrassment. You use both hands to cover your entire face, now.

He chuckles, pulling you into his arms. "You're so pretty, ma. A total work of art." His hands have never gotten lost on you, but for now, in any way he holds you, he'll be able to see the trails his lips left behind.

"Stop..." you mumble, smiling softly at the sweetness poured into his words.

"You look mine, with all these marks," he says, pulling down the collar of your shirt a little, to see the blots of color that appear at the start of your spine.

"Shut up," you say, blushing furiously against his chest.

"Sounds like you still want that kiss, huh?"

"Not anymore," you say, lifting your gaze to meet his. The look in your eyes betrays every ounce of your denial. Toji can very clearly tell that you're lying.

"Those rosy cheeks are saying something else," he says, grinning. "Damn, look at those pretty lips. They're ready for me."

"If you want to kiss me, just say so," you chide, lightheartedly.

"I'm gonna kiss you so hard, doll," he says, cupping your cheeks again. "Your lips lack a little more of me."

[melminli]

Ddakji Man

summery - you were always struggling to make ends meet, despite having three separate jobs and you doubted that that would ever change. it felt like you were working out of your own casket and it would probably be more sustainable to invest in one at this point.

pairing: (gong yoo/ji-cheol) the salesman x fem. reader

word count: 1.5k

contains: slight arguing, cursing but nothing too graphic tbh

"Are you sure that you don't want to come?" One of your friends asked you a little sadly since you were about to leave the group. They rarely got to see you anyway, did you have to leave so early? "You never come with us when we go out for a drink, we miss you there, you know?"

You smiled a little tiredly as you strolled casually through the streets. "I'm sorry guys, I just have to work tonight." you tried to explain. Besides, I'm fucking tired and just want to get some sleep before then. I miss my bed.

Your best friend pouted as she hugged you from the side and you welcomed it, even if it made walking a little more difficult. "It's always work this work that. Live a little for once, all this stress is not good for you. You need a break." she spoke up before a thought came into her mind that made her a little furious. "Don't tell me that you're using work as an excuse to cancel on us. We can do something else if you want to. I'll even invite you, come on!"

You took a tired breath. I don't have any energy for this. "Trust me, I'd love nothing more than to get drunk with you and I'm not being sarcastic or anything." you clarified. Besides, I wouldn't work this much if I didn't have to.

"All right." she gave in unhappy. "We'll catch you one of these days, I can feel it..."

You laughed softly. "Please do," you replied and stopped in front of the stairs that led to the subway. This was the place where you had to part ways with the others and you did with a few more hugs. You enjoyed spending time with them and loved your friends with all your heart, but you were still happy to be a bit on your own now.

So you plugged in your cable headphones and played your current favorite song at the loudest volume before checking when the next train was going to arrive. Another twenty minutes? The last one must have just left. You decided to just sit down on a bench and wait while staring blankly around and quietly mumbling the lyrics to yourself.

A few minutes later, a person sat down next to you and you could see out of the corner of your eye that it was probably some kind of businessman or something. You didn't look closely out of politeness and turned your gaze somewhere else after checking the time on your phone.

"Excuse me." the unknown man tried to get your attention, but as expected, you could barely hear him over the booming music. He placed his briefcase in the space between you before leaning closer to your figure and looking towards you with a smile and finally, you seemed to notice his stare and turned in his direction. You took out one of your earbuds as you met his gaze. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

The man leaned back again. "I haven't said anything yet. I wanted to ask if I could talk to you, do you have a moment?"

You looked around a little uncomfortably as he maintained uninterrupted eye contact with you. "Ehm, well..." you stumbled slightly over your words. "I'm not religious or anything, sorry," you replied, having no patience for another discourse about Jesus and the church. This is the fourth time this week, lucky me. You thought to yourself as you were about to put your earplug back in.

The salesman held a hand in the air to stop you from doing that to keep your attention. You just looked at him uninterestedly and waited, it was going to be a while before your train arrived anyway. A smile graced his face after you were willing to listen to him again. "That's not what I wanted to talk about, I just want to offer you a chance."

Your face tightened a little in disgust and you were quite irritated by now. He seemed to be waiting for some kind of answer and didn't say anything else, so you had no choice but to interpret his words. He doesn't look like that kind of guy, but I guess it's always the ones who look the most decent. "Listen to me asshole," you said openly this time, all politeness gone as you pointed at his chest with your index finger. "I don't know you, maybe you're one of those men who try to talk in riddles to seem mysterious or something, but right now it just sounds like you're looking for someone cheap to fuck." you replied as you tapped his tie with each syllable and leaned a little closer to him as you whispered. "And I'm not cheap, so you might want to look elsewhere."

This time it was you who grinned as he looked at you in surprise and he let out a small grunt after you finished your sentence. The salesman straightened his tie while watching your figure before reaching for his briefcase and revealing its contents, "That's too bad, but also not what I was talking about," he replied as you looked at the money and colored paper in confusion. "Have you ever played Ddakji?" He asked you as he took out the red and blue paper. You just shook your head. "That's no problem at all, we can still play it if you're up for it." 

Your gaze alternated from his hand to his face. Oh, so he's crazy. You finally concluded. I guess he is too handsome to be just a normal guy, huh. You turned your head away from him, something about the whole thing just seemed perverse to you. "No thanks, I'll pass."

"You sure?" He asked again, knowing he'd convinced you as soon as he brought the money into it. These people are all the same, she'll snatch the paper right out of my hands after I start talking a language she understands. "Every time you win, you get 100,000 won from me." He began, watching the look on your face. "But if I win, you owe me 100,000 won and -"

You sighed and interrupted him. "Yes, I'm sure. I still don't want to play with you, okay?"

This time the man looked at you with a cold, icy stare. A few minutes passed like this and you just tried to ignore his gaze, but then he started talking again. "All right. 200,000 won." he finally said, but couldn't seem to get your attention back. He tried again. "Is it because you've never played the game before? We can have a practice round if that would make you feel more comfortable." he tried again and got irritated when you continued to ignore him. He looked around the area as he considered his next move. Is she waiting for me to increase the prize money further? These people usually jump up happily at the first amount since they're so desperate. He tried to collect himself again. "500,000 won." he finally said. "I've got the money right here, you just have to go for it."

When is this stupid train coming. "Look, I don't want your fucking money, understand? I'm not a gambling addict or -"

"You may not want it, but you need it," he said, annoyed. This has never happened before, is she stupid? He then spoke out your name and described your miserable living situation as if you didn't already know about it yourself. "You also have quite a lot of debt for someone who is still relatively young, are you seriously going to turn down the money I'm offering you? For what, to prove a point or something?"

You didn't know what this man's fucking problem was, he should be glad that you didn't want to take his money, and how did he even know all this? You got up from your seat next to him when the train finally arrived and turned to face him one last time. "Fuck you," you told him and then went to the doors. You even looked out of the window at him as soon as they closed before you, to show him your the middle finger.

The man in the suit watched your figure irritated until it was gone and then, took the little card out of the inside pocket of his suit, that was meant for you. He turned it over a few times in his hand before closing the open briefcase with his other one. He had already played and lost a few Ddakji games in his life, which was the point of the whole thing - to recruit players for the actual game. However, the thought of what awaited them there meant that he was still in control of the situation. He was always in control of the situation. "I didn't loose, we haven't even played." he tried to reassure himself.

And yet the whole conversation with you left him feeling like he was utterly defeated.