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[look-at-the-soul]

When you love a woman

Tommy Shelby x reader one shot 🎄

Summary: Tommy initially was trying to courtship Y/N when Grace broke the news of her pregnancy, so he had to step back and be responsible for his child. That was the only reason he decided to be there for Grace. Until one day he accidentally heard a phone call that would change everything.

Word count: 2,200

This was meant to be a request I got but somewhere down the road I decided to change it, no worries I’m still working on the request 🤭

Y/N took a step back to admire the Christmas tree she had been decorating for a few hours, she had a tight budget so going back home for the holidays to spend it at her aunt’s place wasn’t an option unfortunately. She had already made peace with the fact that she’d spend the holidays only with her grandma. Studying the tree it looked nice, she made a few ribbons and added faux pearls around it as decorations.

Tommy was fuming, he walked like a wild animal in a cage, his footsteps could be heard so loud even before he reached her door. It was so late now and unusual of him to show up like this. Specially after not having seen each other in months.

“What happene-” Y/N asked in confusion.

But Tommy wouldn’t let her finish her question, his mouth crashed hard against her lips taking her by surprise. The kiss was hungry and desperate.

One of his hands was holding her head in place while the other traveled down her back.

“You were fucking right…” he managed to say between heated kisses. “I heard Grace talking to someone on the phone, said the baby isn’t mine.”

His words made Y/N froze and she pushed him by the shoulders to look him in the eyes.

“What?!”

She had heard him, but she couldn’t believe his words.

“She tried to trick me into that husband infertility bullshit and she played her cards so well…until now.”

Y/N took a step back, trying to process this new piece of information. Her head was spinning.

She met him right after the Grace disaster, she knew all about his former partner and how she had left to go somewhere else but then she came back into his life, but he had only used her for revenge.

Tommy assured Y/N that with her he felt completely comfortable, that’s why he wanted to do things differently this time around. Their courtship actually started the right way from the beginning, he asked her out on dates, sent her flowers, walked with her on her way back home, he was truly a gentleman. He even started inviting her to the Garrison for a drink, sometimes in his office and other times at the betting shop, They were getting to know each other, but they weren’t officially a couple.

For a few weeks it was heaven, she was able to discover his sense of humor and how intelligent and interesting Tommy was. She still remembered so well when he kissed her for the first time, standing by her doorstep, Tommy cornered her between his body and the doorframe, his fingertips holding her chin while his other hand rested against the wall. It was tender and slow, it tasted like hope and she felt butterflies in her stomach.

She thought she found her chance to be happy with Tommy. But they were in the phase of getting to know each other and little did she know how things would change overnight.

Until one day he knocked on her door looking pale and so serious… she remembered it so well. She knew something was wrong right away.

And how wrong.

He confessed her then that the woman he had a one night stand with for revenge was pregnant with his child.

It took her several minutes to understand what that meant. Tommy would take full responsibility for that baby and the mother and that meant they couldn’t be together. Their relationship wouldn’t continue.

With a heavy heart she advised he shouldn’t leave the child unprotected and that the mother’s reputation would chase her all her life if she started showing without being married. Even though that she had feelings for Tommy, she couldn’t be the reason between he and his baby. And as much as he made his own rules, society wasn’t ready yet for a children to grow apart from their father, even if he didn’t love the mother.

At least they weren’t officially together when Grace announced her pregnancy, so it was supposed to be easier. Whatever that meant.

He apologized a million times, paced the room from side to side in an attempt to calm himself. But it changed nothing, he had to do the right thing and deal with the consequences of his decisions.

Tommy didn’t have feelings for Grace, she knew it, he was clear about that but she thought eventually after getting married and raising a child together she thought feelings would start to show up, that he’d fall in love with Grace and forget about her for good.

At some point she suspected Grace got pregnant on purpose and let the infertility issue drop so Tommy would step up for her child, like a prophesy he was caught up between his feelings for her and Grace’s unborn child, his sense of responsibility and lack of paternal figure won and Tommy took Grace under his protection, even heard they were planning a wedding after the baby was born. And in the end she was right, Grace had lied about the paternity and the mask finally fell.

“Talk to me, ey?” Tommy’s voice brought her back into reality.

“I knew she was fooling you.” She shook her head.

“Hey, look at me… let’s forget about that, yeah?”

“Just like that? And what about all the times I cried?” She slapped his arm. “What if you never found out about the truth?”

A lump installed in her throat, all of the things that could’ve happened crossed her mind.

“Let’s focus on what’s happening.” Tommy’s hand caressed her cheek carefully, he could see all of her emotions in her eyes. “I probably don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I know deep in your heart you can’t hold onto to that forever.”

He was standing right in front of her, with his eyes full of hope, but also worried that it would be late for them, in the few months they got separated because of Grace’s pregnancy they cut all kinds of commutation, and even though he still checked on her, Y/N knew it was for the best, they wouldn’t have an affair no matter what.

“So… you’re free?” She asked with her voice and her heart trembling, thinking of the possibilities.

“It’s over now, there’s no child and no woman between us.” Tommy assured her, his hands on her cheeks to force Y/N to look him in the eyes. “I ordered the maid to pack her bags, and the driver to take her somewhere else.”

He took another small step towards her, their bodies touching and their breaths mixing in the middle.

This new reality changed everything, yet somehow it all felt the same.

“It took me a couple of months to learn the truth, but all I need to know now is… do you still want us to be together?”

Even though they were alone, his voice was just a whisper, a secret between just the two of them.

The thought of her finding someone else crossed his mind, she was beautiful after all, no doubt a long queue of men would be happy to take his place. But could she give her heart away to someone else?

“What about the wedding?”

Although she tried to forget about him and didn’t want to know anything of their lives, she overheard the rumors, there was a big wedding planned for the next fall right after the baby was born.

“If the baby isn’t mine… why would I still marry her? The wedding is canceled. I know I messed up, but I need to know, if there’s still a chance for us?”

Tommy held Y/N’s hands in his, when he decided to step back from their courtship it broke his heart, he had been really looking forward to see where they’d go.

Tommy felt his heart beating hard, he really hoped learning the truth wasn’t so late for them.

“Yes. I do… do you want the same?”

Tommy released the air he had been holding in his chest, but instead of answering with his words, he let her know with his actions what he wanted.

Grabbing her head with both hands, he pulled Y/N for a slow kiss. He needed to believe it was really happening.

Feeling like he had been walking in the dessert for a long time, but he was finally home. He was finally able to do what he had wanted for so long.

Tommy decided he wanted to savor her slowly, without rushing, without hesitation.

There was nothing and nobody between them. Nothing that would keep them apart. Cherishing having her in his arms once more, he could taste her tears in his lips.

“Thank you, thank you.” He murmured against her mouth without breaking apart.

The kiss became more heated by the moment, it was intense and demanding, trying to make up for the lost time. As Tommy’s hand traveled down her thigh, she pressed both hands against his chest to stop him.

It was suddenly so much information in such a short period of time.

“Wait.” Y/N stated breaking the contact, Tommy stared at her disheveled hair and messed lipstick. God she was the most beautiful little thing. “I’m glad you realized the truth before it was too late… but you will have to talk to my grandma, she’s still mad at you.”

Tommy nodded profusely. “Will do.” And tried to kiss Y/N again, but she stopped him by placing a fingertip against his lips.

“And you’ll ask her blessing to ask me out properly again.” She stated firmly.

God he loved to see her like that, bossing him around it was such a turn on.

“Yes. Anything you want.” He tried to sneak his hands around her waist again.

“Who is that, Y/N?” Her grandmother asked from her bedroom.

Scandalized, Y/N covered Tommy’s mouth with her palms. “It’s Vanessa grandma, she needed something. Go back to sleep.”

Tommy used her distraction to pull her closer, he didn’t want to waste more time. Being away from her for a couple of months was enough.

“Ugh it’s past bedtime now, couldn’t it wait?”

Tommy chuckled when she tried to get away from his hands.

“I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.” She tried to push him but it was impossible his hands were like a lock around her.

“Can’t wait for you to take care of me, love.” He wriggled his eyebrows and licked his lips all while giving her a mischievous look.

“Stop it!” She hissed, worried that her grandma would return. “You’ve to go.”

“No.” Tommy stated firmly. Scared that she’d change her mind. “I’m not leaving you again.”

“Tommy I mean for tonight.” Y/N explained, but he shook his head.

“How do I make you understand that I’m not going anywhere?”

“You can’t sleep here.” He stole another kiss.

“Fine. I’ll sleep in the car.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Y/N frowned seeing he was determined to do so. “Oh my God, you actually mean that.”

“I need you to understand how serious I am about us. You’re all that I need.” He could now see it all so clear, he was willing to do anything for her.

Because only when you really love a woman you’re able to understand.

And by just one look in his eyes, she knew he was telling the truth.

Y/N could hardly process what was happening. Their relationship ended right before it could even start because another woman was pregnant with his child, then they found out the truth, their engagement was called off, Grace was out of his life and he was able to finally do what he really wanted and not do something to please anyone else.

“What plans did you have for these days?” He whispered, still holding Y/N close.

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, shaking her head. “Just grandma and me and I’m cooking a little dinner.”

“How about you and your grandma spend the holidays at my place? Think about it.”

The shock of his plans made her open her eyes wide. They were just starting over, how would they spend the holidays together? That was everything but traditional. What would people say? That one day he was engaged to another woman and the next one he brought home a different girl.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Tommy could read it all over her eyes. “And honestly? I don’t care, we’re doing nothing wrong and it’s none of their business.”

“Let’s take one step at the time, yes?” Y/N proposed feeling more worried about her grandmother’s reaction.

It was crazy to give in so easily, yes. But what options did she have? Pretend to still be mad at him or turn things over and be happy finally?

“Try to get some sleep.” He showered her face with kisses before grabbing his coat and walking outside. “Goodnight love.”

From the window, Y/N saw him climbing in the back seat, he was really going to sleep there!

That was insane, but it was a small sacrifice he’d have to do after everything that happened.

A/N: thank you for reading! I know in today’s world you’d say oh they could still be together while Grace had the baby or he could always take a DNA test, but remember back then those things weren’t possible and this story is based in that period of time… if you want to leave a comment your feedback is always appreciated! ♥️✨

Edit- please don’t come at me, it was just an idea that crossed my mind, the possibility of Charlie not being Tommy’s son due to the bad timing in the series 🫢����

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Can you pls do the Mingle game scene where Hwang offs player 343 but instead of player 390 witnessing it, it’s us?

Keeping you safe

Squid Game masterlist

Hwang In-ho/Frontman/Young-il x fem!reader

Cw: Death of player 343, mentions of players getting shot, slightly different from how it went in the series.

"Two."

Right after the voice stopped, you were suddenly grabbed by Young-il, who dragged you off towards an empty room. Almost there, another player bumped into you, causing you to lose balance, when another player tried running into the room you two were heading to, but Young-il was faster, grabbing the man and pulling him out, then quickly went inside telling you to get in as quickly.

Inside you discovered another player already inside, it was player 343, who looked stunned when he saw you two. Young-il's gaze instantly fixed on him.

"Get out." Young-il growled, and player 343 backed off against the wall.

"We were here first." He defended, but Young-il had enough and rushed over to him. The guy Young-il pulled out wanted to make his way inside, and you closed the door, keeping it shut, and turned to see Young-il holding player 343 in chokehold, slumped against the wall, slowly pulling him down with him as the counter was at 10 seconds left.

Looking at Young-il's face, it almost seemed like he had a smirk on his lips, but you couldn't make it out because of the dim light.

At this point all the other players were desensitized when it came to the others getting killed, but you were not. You didn't want this poor player to die.

"W-wait, Young-il, don't–"

But he didn't listen, instead, he snapped player 343's neck right infront of you, the sound echoed through the room, which the sound alone had your spine crawling.

The body of him was slumped against Young-il, just as the timer ran out, the lock clicked in place and the players still outside were shot by the guards.

"Why did you–" you stuttered.

Young-il dumped the body into the corner, standing up and let out a heavy breath.

"You know if I didn't do it we would be killed instead." he said, walking over to you, looking through the slit on the door.

"But you could have thrown him out..." you tried arguing.

His head turned a bit, it looked like the corner of his mouth quirked up into a smirk just slightly.

"And let the other asshole come in?" He turned to face you fully. "He was already inside. I could have just closed the door and leave you out there."

For once, you couldn't come up with anything else to argue, you knew he was right, but killing still didn't feel right to you.

"Listen," His hand came up, resting on your shoulder "I did it for you, to save you. And if it means killing another player myself, then so be it."

You swallowed hard, looking into his eyes as they softened while looking into yours. His hand went from your shoulder to gently grab your chin.

"From now on, you should stick close to me. I may be the only one here caring about you. The others would rather kill you, but not me." He spoke softly, holding eye contact with you the whole time.

His grip tightened slightly, letting you know he means it. "Understood?"

All the emotions inside you made you nod weakly in response.

Young-il released you, smiling and patting your shoulder. "Good. You'll soon see how much I care about you."

Then the speaker announced the games to continue, the lock on the door was unlocked leaving you both to get out and continue with the games.

You don't know if you should feel safe or not, knowing Youg-il would even kill for you if it means keeping you unharmed.

[yungistiny]

back of the net ═ chapter two

[ J. YUNHO / S. MINGI ]

chapter two: my turn

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summary: yunho and mingi are the star football players and they have never wanted anything more then their coach’s daughter

warning: creampie, unprotected sex, size kink, public orgasm, dom yunho, dom mingi, sub reader, double penetration, bisexual mingi

pairing: yungi x afab/reader

genre: smut, romance, polyamory

word count: 5.7k

chapter one

chapter three coming soon

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Mingi was getting agitated.

He hadn’t seen or heard from Yunho since Halloween night and that was over a day ago. He had asked Wooyoung where his roommate was and he only smirked in response. “Haven’t seen him.” He lied.

Mingi knew he’d see him today though. Yunho never missed practice and they had a big game tomorrow.

“Mingi!”

Mingi jumped at coach calling him, pulling him from his thoughts and out of the pacing he had been doing. “Yeah, coach?” He asked jogging over and just missing the ball Wooyoung kicked flying straight passed Mingi’s head.

“Nice kick, Wooyoung.” Coach praised causing Wooyoung to smirk and snicker at Mingi’s glare. “Where’s your other half at?” Coach had his arms folded across his chest, not looking at Mingi, focused on his players practicing on the field. “Practice started five minutes ago.”

“He…” Mingi was trying to rack his brain around a good enough lie because he had no idea where his best friend was at and coach was not a fan of tardiness. “He’s uhhhh…..” And then there he was. Yunho running onto the field, stopping beside them, dropping his bag.

“You’re late.” Coach didn’t spare him a glance. Yunho was breathing hard as he had ran all the way across campus after waking up late, something he never did but he had been so comfortable cuddled up with y/n, the coach’s daughter still asleep in his bed after she had returned to his dorm yesterday after disappearing long enough to get some clean clothes and shower.

*Wooyoung had laughed, amused as he lounged on his own bed. “Coach is gonna kill you.”

“Sorry, coach.” Yunho didn’t even try to come up with a lie, he was too giddy, practically bouncing on his feet like a damn puppy. “Suicide runs, around the field, ten of them. Go.” Coach left no room for excuses or argument.

Mingi watched his best friend run onto the field, smiling like an idiot the entire time he accepted his punishment. He wanted to corner him, ask him where the hell he had been? If he was doing who or what Mingi thinks he was doing.

“Mingi,” Coach snapped him out of his gaze on Yunho. “you gonna stand there all day or practice. Or do you prefer to run with your buddy?”

Fuck that! Mingi was not running no suicides no matter how much he wanted to interrogate Yunho. He’d wait until after practice.

Yunho had finished his suicide runs, covered in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead. He discarded his shirt, grabbing his water bottle from his bag and gulping the now lukewarm water down.

Mingi narrowed his eyes at Yunho, his gaze zeroing in on the dark bruised looking marks scattered on his chest, one directly on his collarbone. He was fucking someone and Mingi had an inkling suspicion on who that someone is.

His suspicions were all but confirmed when the person he had in mind made her way towards coach. Y/N had some takeout bag in her hand that Mingi couldn’t quite see as he didn’t have his glasses. She was wearing an oversized hoodie that no one else would take a second look at, a burgundy university hoodie that almost everyone at school had. It was all too familiar to Mingi though.

The small hole visible on the bottom right side of the worn hoodie where Yunho had gotten it hung and tore it on a fence in freshman year when they had been hazed into the team and found themselves climbing a fence into the backyard of coach’s house. There mission was to drain his pool. Just add that onto some of the dumb shit they have done.

Mingi’s gaze moved away from y/n who was handing the takeout bag to her dad towards his best friend who wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was shamelessly staring at her in his hoodie.

As if Yunho sensed Mingi’s eyes on him, he turned and smirked at him. Mingi gasped, his suspicions confirmed. He fucked her. He was fucking her. He was fucking her without him.

ASSHOLE!

“FUCK!” Mingi did not see the ball being kicked his way, no time to move or block it from hitting him right in the balls. He dropped to the ground, groaning, wheezing a little from the pain.

“Sorry!” Yeosang apologized, trying not to smirk. “Dude,” Wooyoung and Jongho both started laughing. “You’re a menace.”

“Yeosang, please refrain from injuring Mingi before the game.”

“Sorry coach!” Yeosang wasn’t sorry at all.

Yunho walked over, standing over Mingi who had balled himself up in the fetal position, hands holding his aching balls. “Rough day?”

“Fuck you.” Mingi glared up at him, groaning.

Y/N watched Mingi swat at Yunho’s leg, Yunho laughing at him before reaching a hand down to pull him up. Her gaze lingered on Yunho’s shirtless body and she blushed when she noticed the very visible markings she had left on him.

She had spent the better part of the last 24 hours tangled up with him.

“I swear,” her dad rolled his eyes as he shook his head at Yunho and Mingi. “If they weren’t as good of players as they are…” he trailed off with a sigh. They may be Seungcheol’s best players but they always managed to vex him.

“They’re not so bad.” Y/N remarked, her dad noticing her lingering gaze. “Don’t you dare.”

“What?” She jumped, she hadn’t realized she was still staring at Yunho. “Mingyu, him, I could deal with him.” Seungcheol pointed a finger towards Yunho and Mingi who were talking now in hushed conversation, Mingi still holding his now slightly bruised balls. “One of them…..” he shook his head. “I’d end up killing one of them.”

“Dad!” Y/N let out a guffawed laugh. Lying through her teeth as she shoved her hands into the pocket of Yunho’s hoodie. “I would never.”

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“Fuck, dude!” Mingi winced when Yunho dropped the ice pack in his lap. His balls still hurt well after practice was over. The locker room had cleared, Wooyoung was the only one left behind with them taking his time in the showers.

“You fucked her.” Mingi pouted. “You fucked her while she was dressed up as Power. You know I love Power!”

Yunho rolled his eyes not able to fight the grin on his lips. “I’m sure she can pull the costume back out just for you.” He smirked. “She could leave it on during.”

“Did…” Mingi tossed the ice pack on the bench beside him as Yunho sat down next to him. “did you ask her?”

“Actually she asked me, well, she asked if we share.” Yunho pulled a towel atop his head, drying as much of his wet head as he could. “So I told her only if she wanted us to.”

“What did she say?” Mingi would not admit that he was jealous. Jealous that Yunho got to have her first.

Mingi watched as a glazed over look crossed Yunho’s face, him biting his bottom lip to keep from grinning as he remembered that first night. How y/n had dropped to her knees for him.

“I hate you.” Mingi pouted.

“You love me.” Smirked Yunho.

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It was game night. Almost the entire university was at the stadium. The lights bright lighting up the green field. The opposing university students on the opposite side wearing a murky looking green, their mascot being a crocodile.

“It’s cold.” Karina clung to y/n, finally feeling better from the cold she had. The two girls followed Jungwoo into the stadium, y/n gripping the back of his shirt to not get separated in the mass of people still trying to get food or to their seats before the game started. They had great seats, close seats thanks to y/n being the coach’s daughter.

The November temperature had dropped drastically, puffs of white steam leaving their mouths in the night air. As soon as they got seated, Jungwoo was squished between the two girls so they could use him for warmth, not that he was complaining about having two beautiful women cuddle him.

The cheers of the crowd suddenly erupted as the teams ran out on the field. Y/N spotted Yunho and Mingi, they gripped each other’s shoulders, foreheads touching as they yelled Mingi’s quote. The *fix on could be read on their lips. “Do you think those two….” Karina trailed off as she too had been watching the twin towers.

“What?” Y/N asked not catching onto what her roommate was implying. “You know….” Karina smirked. “are together…”

“What?” Y/N furrowed her brows, surely Karina wasn’t saying what she thinks she’s saying. “Like….. sleeping together?”

“Why not?” Jungwoo quipped. “They share everything, maybe they share each other too.”

Y/N blinked, once, twice, her gaze finding Yunho and Mingi once more. The thought of them doing to each other what herself and Yunho had done, three times already, caused y/n face to heat up, blush creeping her cheeks. The image her brain conjuring up suddenly making her aroused, clenching her legs together and facing the field, puff of white smoke blowing out between her lips as she let out a breath.

This was gonna be a long game.

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Despite the cold, Mingi was covered in sweat but at least they were winning. He stood next to Yunho as they both rehydrated during a fastbreak, breaths heavy, panting. Yunho popped his neck, stretching and his gaze found the bleachers. He saw y/n with Jungwoo and Karina, smirking and waving at her. She bit her lip to keep from smiling and turned towards Karina. Yunho hadn’t seen her since yesterday and he was already missing her.

“What was that?”

“What?” Y/N turned towards her roommate, avoiding Yunho’s staring so she wouldn’t blush and make it more obvious. “That!” Karina pointed at Yunho who was still watching her while gulping down a bottle of water. “And you’re blushing! Did you sleep with him?”

“Oh! You mean they finally succeeded?” Jungwoo grinned joining Karina and giggling at y/n now red face. “What do you mean succeeded?”

Jungwoo rolled his eyes. “It’s no secret Yunho and Mingi have wanted you since freshman year.”

Y/N let the words sink in, looking back to the field as the game started up again. She didn’t confirm her roommate and Jungwoo’s suspicions. How had she not noticed it? Why had Yunho and Mingi never made a move before? Her and Mingyu hadn’t started officially dating until the end of freshman year, they had plenty of time.

The answer should be obvious. Her dad.

Choi Seungcheol had always been overprotective with his only daughter. His only child. It’s why it had taken Mingyu so long to finally ask her out. It’s why y/n went all of high school without having a single first date. It’s why she had to go to every single school dance with Yeosang. Going to an international high school she even had to go to prom with Yeosang.

Y/N was wondering what suddenly changed Yunho and Mingi’s minds? Was it because Mingyu was no longer in the picture? The eruption of cheers from the crowd pulled her out of her thoughts. Mingi had scored, their team leading by a landslide.

“Gonna be another undefeated season.” Jungwoo sat back down after standing up to yell with the crowd. “You two want to come with me to the after party at Outlaw Customs?”

“Last time I was at a party, DK’s ass was on fire.” Y/N snorted as said man was taking a water break from the game and laughing at Hoshi in the mascot suit. Go tigers! She wondered if his ass was ok?

“I’m in.” Karina nodded adjusting her hood on her head. “I’ve been sick and stuck in the dorm for too long! I even had to miss Halloween.”

“Sure,” y/n sniffled, her nose trying to stop up in the cold air. “need to go back to the dorm and change first.” She wanted to change out of her jean pants and sweater, suddenly wanting to mess with Yunho and Mingi. They waited four years to make a move, Mingi still yet to, and y/n decided that tonight could possibly be his turn.

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They won the game.

Of course they did.

Mingi was drying his hair after showering as coach gave the same speech he always did after they won. “I would say don’t go out and get completely fucked up but some of you…” coach gave a pointed look towards Yunho and Mingi. “never listen to a single word I say.”

“Come on, coach,” Yunho grinned. “you know we’re your best hungover players.” He joked, coach rolling his eyes in exasperation. “Celebrate but remember we have another game at the end of the week so I need you all focused.”

Mingi sat down beside Yunho, nudging his shoulder with his own. “If y/n is at the party tonight, what’s the plan?” Yunho furrowed his brows as he pulled his favorite converse on his feet. “Plan? We still need a plan?” He asked tying his shoe laces.

“What happens if she doesn’t want us to share? What happens if she just wants you?” Mingi was all serious, what if y/n did want what they wanted? What if Yunho was the only one she wanted? The only one she needed? Mingi was starting to get jealous and he had to shove the emotion deep down and ignore it.

Mingi would back off if it came to that. He’d let Yunho have her no matter how much he wanted her too. If she’s what made his best friend happy and that’s what y/n wanted. Even if Mingi had to fight that little jealousy monster everyday.

Yunho didn’t have an answer because truthfully he hadn’t thought about it. He wanted to say that he’d end it. That he’d couldn’t do that to Mingi knowing his best friend liked her just as much as himself. But he’d be lying. “Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Mingi wanted to argue but they were interrupted by Wooyoung and Jongho. “If you two are riding with us, Mingi better hurry up and get dressed.” Jongho pulled his jacket on, him being their ride to the after party.

They watched Mingi rush to get dressed, dropping the towel from around his waist and almost tripping over his own feet. “Sorry” he apologized after flashing everything he had to Yeosang who had come face to face with his dick when he stood up from stumbling.

Yeosang glared at him, grabbing his bag and leaving the locker room.

He had overheard everything Mingi and Yunho had said to each other.

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Outlaw Customs was a local club just off campus where the football team’s winning games were always celebrated. Mingi was on his third shot of soju by the time he had spotted y/n. She was laughing at something Jungwoo was saying where their group sat a table in the back corner of the club just to the side of the bar. Yeosang, Karina and Minghao sat with them.

Mingi got Yunho’s attention, grabbing one last shot, tossing his head back, the liquor no longer leaving a burn down his throat. He raked his hand through his hair, readjusting his black leather jacket over the black tank top he wore, the sleeves wrinkled from being rolled up. “My turn.” He slammed the shot glass down on the bar causing Yunho to chuckle and shake his head.

“Will you look at that,” Minghao spotted Mingi first, making his way towards them. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen one without the other.” His comment caused everyone to follow his gaze, Yeosang glaring at Mingi while y/n felt her heart beat pick up. She had seen Yunho and Mingi taking shots at the bar and had started to think they were never going to notice her.

He looked good. His bleached blonde hair with the roots dark. Ripped jeans and leather jacket. Hands adorned with silver rings and nails painted black. “Y/N,” Mingi’s gaze was dark, practically devouring the sight of her in the black mini dress she wore, her thighs exposed as it rid up from where she sat beside Yeosang. “can I talk to you?”

Y/N didn’t dare look at the smirk both Minghao and Karina were giving her. She certainly didn’t meet the glare Yeosang was trying to penetrate into Mingi as if it would make the taller man disappear. Jungwoo was already too drunk to care what was going on. Yeosang wanted to stop her as she stood up but refrained. He knew it would only end with her mad at him.

Y/N had snapped at him for interrogating her on her whereabouts Halloween night and the following night after he had crashed into her speed walking down the hall of his dormitory where she clearly wasn’t there to see him, she had been in an oversized shirt that ended almost at her knees and sweats that were clearly too big for her. He tried talking to her but she said she was in a rush and avoided his incessant questions before snapping.

“I am an adult and where or who I was with is none of your business unless I want to tell you.”

Yunho lived on Yeosang floor so it didn’t take much to guess especially after he overheard Mingi and him earlier that night to realize his best friend had fell into their scheming little game. All he could do now was watch her follow Mingi. “Guess she’ll finally figure out if they share or not.” Minghao grinned into his glass of beer.

Mingi could feel Yunho’s eyes staring at them as he lead y/n into the mass of dancing people, the music loud, bass thrumming. Y/N gasped, breath hitching as Mingi spun her around, pulling her back flushed against his chest and suddenly she was remembering Yunho doing something similarly at the Halloween Party.

His hands were warm against her, the heat from him felt through the fabric of her dress. She felt herself shiver as he leaned his head down, lips grazing her ear, breath warm and scented of the soju he had been drinking. “Yunho told me you asked him a question…”

Y/N reached her hands to place atop his on her waist. “A question?”

Mingi tightened his grip on her, lips tracing down her neck. “Do you want us to share?” Mingi decided to just ask his own question. He felt it when y/n breath hitched. Felt the way she pressed back into him more. Mingi let out a deep moan at the way her ass pressed against his dick now growing hard in his pants.

“Yes.”

Her answer about sent him to his knees. His gaze caught Yunho’s hard stare from where he leaned back on his elbows against the bar, watching them. Mingi found himself grinning and Yunho smirked. She did want them both.

“But,” Y/N pulled away from him just enough to move so she could face him, hooking her hands into the waistband of his jeans and pulling herself flushed against him. She had to lean her head back to look up at him, bringing a hand up to tangle with his hair. “right now I just want you.”

Well who was Mingi to fucking deny her?

He grabbed her hand, leading her back over to where her friends were still sitting to grab her coat. “Are you leaving?” Minghao asked causing Yeosang to whip his head around from where he had been in the midst of his own head thrown back to drink a shot of soju.

“Yeah, I see you guys tomorrow.” Y/N grabbed her coat, pulling it on and around herself. “Can you drop him off at the dorms?” Minghao pushed Jungwoo’s passed out form off of his shoulder causing the drunk man to flail.

“Yeah, we’re riding with Jongho.” Mingi pulled Jungwoo up, slinging an arm around him. Y/N followed him not aware they would be riding with Jongho. If he saw her with Mingi he’d might assume she’s going back with him to fuck him. Which she was but Jongho didn’t need to know that!

Yunho noticed them moving towards Jongho and Wooyoung who were talking and drinking with Hoshi and DK. Time to go.

“Jongho, man, let’s go before you’re too drunk to drive us!” Mingi leaned Jungwoo against Wooyoung who had to wrap his arms around the barely conscious man.

“We leaving?” Yunho was there and suddenly y/n felt small, that pit in her stomach feeling as if it was on fire being between the two best friends.

Y/N felt Mingi lean over her, saying something into Yunho’s ear.

“Alright, fine,” Jongho pulled his keys from his pocket, standing up from the stool he had been sitting on. “let’s go.”

They followed Jongho out, Yunho helping Wooyoung drag Jungwoo. “Y/N” Wooyoung smirked at her as he left the drunken Jungwoo to Yunho who glared at him as he sauntered up, slinging his arm around her shoulders and pulling her away from Mingi. “just a warning, that one is a spanker.” He giggled when y/n blushed. It was no secret Wooyoung had slept with Mingi a few times back during sophomore year, a kind of friends with benefits situation before Wooyoung met his boyfriend Choi San, a pre med student he had met one night in itaewon.

“Wooyoung,” Yunho snatch him by the back of his jacket as Mingi pulled y/n back to his side. “shut up!” Yunho hissed, shoving Jungwoo back against him as they arrived at Jongho’s car. That one is a spanker. Y/N face was still red from Wooyoung’s words. She’d never been spanked during sex before. Hell she’d never been spanked at all before.

“Put him in first.” Yunho held the back door on the passenger side open so Wooyoung could sit him inside, Jungwoo’s head resting on the window, passed completely out, once the door was shut. Yunho crawled in the back through the other side, situating himself in the middle as Wooyoung plopped himself in the passenger seat up front.

“Hold on.” Mingi bent his head down as he squished himself next to Yunho, groaning when his knees started digging into the driver’s seat. “Wait,” Jongho reached down, pulling a small lever so that the seat would give a little room just enough so that Mingi wasn’t crushed. “there.”

“Come here.” Mingi patted his thigh and y/n bit her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. She was gonna have to sit in his lap the entire time. She decided to mess with him. Mingi let out a groan as she practically plopped her ass against him, wiggling around as if it to make herself comfortable. Was she trying to kill him? His dick was already hard, straining in his pants. He turned his head towards Yunho who was fucking snickering.

“Enough.” Mingi’s voice was stern, a bit strained, as he wrapped an arm around y/n middle, holding her in place. Y/N stilled her teasing movements, feeling her arousal grow at the tone of his voice in her ear. She started grinding her ass against him then as Jongho started the drive back to campus.

“Yunho…” Mingi spoke just high enough that his best friend could hear over Jungwoo’s snores and the music now blaring from the radio. He guided his hand that wasn’t attached to the arm wrapped around y/n towards her thigh. “I think we have a brat.”

Yunho smirked as he watched Mingi’s hand disappear between y/n thighs, thank god Wooyoung turned the radio up loud and it was dark.

Y/N let out a little gasp when she felt Mingi pause right before touching her where she wanted him to most. “Can I?” He was practically begging her and she glanced up to the front where Jongho certainly wasn’t paying any attention other then his eyes on the road and Wooyoung was too busy scrolling his phone while singing loudly to whatever song would play from the radio.

Jungwoo let out a loud snore and Wooyoung turned the music up louder.

“Please….”Now y/n was the one begging and Mingi wasted no time slipping his ring and index finger inside her panties that were already wet. “Fuck…” he growled against her neck as Yunho moved slightly to conceal Mingi’s movements from sight in case Wooyoung turned around or Jungwoo decided to wake up. “she’s already fucking soaking.”

Yunho stretched his arm to rest around Mingi’s shoulders, his hand reaching to cover y/n mouth just as a moan started to escape her as Mingi started rubbing her aching clit.

Y/N takes back what she had thought back when she had Yunho’s dick down her throat.

This was the filthiest thing she had ever done.

“Don’t put your fingers in her,” Yunho smirked whispering against Mingi’s ear as his best friend continued to rub y/n now swollen clit. “she’s a squirter.”

Mingi had to bury his face in y/n hair to muffle his moan at the information. The want to make her make a mess in the backseat of Jongho’s car oh so tempting.

Y/N was close, the familiar feeling of her orgasm approaching and when Yunho’s hand moved from covering her mouth to wrapping around her throat, she did cum, moaning muffled by the slight grip Yunho had on her. She had never been choked before and had no idea she’d like it that much.

Mingi’s arm around her tightened as she rocked against him through her orgasm just as Jongho pulled into campus. Yunho removed his hand from her throat, pulling his arm back from around Mingi as the car began to slow down in front of the dorm buildings.

Wooyoung was the first out the car when they stopped, yanking the back door open and having to grab Jungwoo before he plummeted to the ground. He jolted awake, blanching at his surroundings before calming down when noticing Wooyoung.

Yunho followed out next, stretching after being squeezed in the backseat before walking around the car to open Mingi’s door as it was difficult to maneuver with y/n still coming down in his lap. “Come on.” Yunho reached inside to help y/n out, pulling her against him and taking the opportunity when Wooyoung turned his nosy back to them, helping Jungwoo inside their dorm building, to steal a kiss from y/n before Mingi took her away for the night.

Y/N gripped at Yunho’s jacket, kissing him back, biting his bottom lip lightly causing him to moan as Mingi emerged out of the car.

“I’m gonna go park.” Jongho announced from the drivers window he had rolled down, not paying them any attention. Yunho pulled away from the kiss first, allowing Mingi to intertwine his ringed hand with y/n, pulling her towards him as Jongho drove off.

Y/N followed behind Yunho, gripping Mingi’s hand as they walked inside the same exact dorm building she had been with just Yunho not a couple nights before. Was this really happening? Was she really about to have sex with both of them?

The answer was no.

Yunho whispered something in Mingi’s ear before turning to look at y/n, hand gently grabbing her chin and leaning down to kiss her one more time. “He’s gonna fucking ruin you, baby.”

Y/N was left speechless as she watched Yunho disappear up the stairs to the third floor where his dorm room was located. “This way.” Mingi tugged her hand gently to follow him down a hall on the first floor to where his and Mark Lee’s own dorm room was. Thank god Mark was out for the night, probably somewhere with Yuta.

As soon as they were both inside the dorm, Mingi shutting and locking the door behind him, y/n found herself pinned against the same door, Mingi’s hands holding her own against the door behind her, kissing her, nipping at her bottom lip and slipping his tongue inside to tangle with her own, pushing her coat off as he did, the material slipping down her arms and dropping to the floor.

“Mingi…” y/n gasped, breathless as he started sucking at a spot on her neck. “Can I eat your pussy?” He had just fingered her in a car with his friends present, unbeknownst to them of course, and he was still asking permission? Y/N probably would have swooned if she weren’t so needy and horny at the moment. “You can do whatever you want…” she moaned as he licked at the mark he had made on her neck.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Mingi dropped to his knees so fast at her answer that it took y/ n a moment to realize he was no longer towering over her. His hands pushed her dress up, burying his face against her, nose nudging her clit still behind her soaked panties.

Then he was looking up at her, slowly pulling her panties down her legs, never breaking his eye contact with her. Even as he helped her take off her shoes he didn’t look away from her.

The eye contact finally broke after Mingi hitched her up, draping her right leg over his shoulders and diving his tongue straight into her. Y/N moaned, one hand gripping the locked doorknob and the other tangling into his hair, gripping tightly and pulling when he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Fuck…. please…..” she had no idea what she were blabbering about, blindly rocking her hips against him, Mingi flattening his tongue against her to let her fuck herself on his tongue before pulling back, looking up at her and smirking. “ Yunho said you’re a squirter….”

“FUCK!” A moaning scream left y/n when two of Mingi’s fingers thrusted into her easily from how wet and ready she was, stretching her and her walls clenching around them. “I want you to squirt for me, baby….” Mingi brought his mouth back to her, growling into her. “I want to see too.”

One suck, two licks and a moan from Mingi against her clit and y/n was gushing all over his face that seemed to only make Mingi moan and fuck her faster with his fingers, her juices spraying him, dripping and leaking all over him. He was fucking drowning in her and he needed more.

“Mingi…. I can’t….” She was growing overstimulated and Mingi pulled back, dropping her leg from his shoulder and towering over her once again, kissing her and loving the way she moaned tasting herself on his tongue.

Y/N would have dropped to her knees next, took him in her mouth, see how far he could go but it seemed Mingi had a different idea. He moved her over towards his bed, his black sheets would be ruined. “I’m gonna take this off.” He helped her out of her dress, chunking the material to land on Mark’s bed.

Once she was fully naked Mingi made quick work of his own clothes and Y/N suspicions were confirmed. He was just as big as Yunho, a bit less girth but a tad bit longer. Her eyes watched him stroke himself a few times before he went rummaging around in a drawer in the small table beside his bed. He was searching for a condom.

“Wait.” Y/N stopped him, Mingi turning to arch a brow at her, thinking perhaps she had changed her mind. “I’m on the pill.” She repeated the same words she had said to Yunho and Mingi felt his dick twitch. Holy shit! Was she telling him to fuck her raw? Did she let Yunho? Well she certainly didn’t have to tell Mingi twice. He slammed the table drawer back shut and moved back towards her.

After Mingi took a moment to nuzzle, nip at and mark her breast, y/n found herself atop his bed, on her knees, ass up and elbows digging into the mattress as Mingi lined himself up behind her. “Fuck!” She jumped, flinched and pressed forward when Mingi licked his hand before slapping her ass, one cheek and then the other, the skin turning a slight shade of red.

“just a warning, that one is a spanker.”

Mingi gripped a hand on each side of her ass, gripping and kneading before returning them back to her hips. “You ready to take me?” He glided a hand down her back, up her spine and then back down to her hips. “Yeah you are.”

He pushed his length fully inside her, stretching her and filling her. A guttural moan from deep within his chest erupted from him as he allowed her perfectly tight walls to relax around him before he pulled almost all the way out and slamming back into her.

Then he was fucking her, y/n face burying into the sheets, her hands gripping the fabric tightly. “Look at you…. you’re creaming on me….” Mingi almost came at the sight of the white milky arousal wrapped around his dick as it plunged deeper into her finding that spot, the perfect little wall of sponge deep deep inside her that had her a whimpering, moaning and crying mess.

It was the way he was rolling his hips, hands gripping her own hips tightly, pulling her back against him, helping her meet him thrust for thrust. Y/N felt her legs shaking, the scream erupting from her muffled in the sheets as she came.

“Shit…” Mingi slammed into her only a couple more thrusts before he came inside her, cum mixing with her own, their juices practically leaking out of her when Mingi pulled out.

Y/N was a shaking, overstimulated mess as Mingi kneeled behind her, lapping his tongue at their mixture, tongue darting inside her once again.

He was thankful Mark was going to be gone all night because Mingi was far from done with her.

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Viktor gasped. He never knew how sweet something could taste after he felt the rush of air in his lungs.

He outstretched his hand, pulling through the thin veil as he pushed through and landed on the ground, bits of the arcane still sticking to his ragged body. Mostly machinery and… Other things.

“Jayce?” He called out. His partner snapped open, breathing heavily at the voice he never thought he’d hear as he turned around to see his friend. He looked at Viktor up and down.

“Viktor? My god…”

“What… Am I?” He asked, looking at his sudden change.

“You’re… You’re alive.” Jayce realized before smiling, “You’re alive!” He hugged Viktor tightly, missing his friend's warm embrace. “Oh! Oh, uh… You must be cold!” Jayce realized leaving Viktor as he went to get something to cover him up.

“Cold.” Viktor repeated, his eyes squinting in response. “No, I don’t think so.” He said, though Jayce wrapped a blanket around Viktor anyways. “I sense a charge. A potential. A recursive impulse. Unpleasant, but… ‘cold’ isn’t its name.”

Viktor’s gaze fell upon the arcane cocoon where Y/N was trapped. The glow from its surface illuminated his face, casting flickering shadows across his sunken cheeks and weary eyes.

 He stepped closer, the sound of his cane tapping against the floor echoing in the quiet room. His chest tightened at the sight of her suspended within the magic’s embrace, her expression serene yet fragile, as if frozen in a dream she couldn’t escape.

“Oh, what has happened to you, Y/N?” He whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of sorrow and tenderness. 

Jayce, standing nearby, cleared his throat softly. “We found her next to your body, Viktor. She… she appeared to have stabbed herself with her own knife.” His voice was heavy with guilt, each word weighted with the memory of that night. “We’ve been studying the arcane that surrounds you both. Y/N’s a mage, she possesses magic. We think she cast a spell in her final moments, one that bonded the two of you together.”

A faint, bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “After all these years of being apart,” He murmured, “She casts a spell to ensure we can never be separated again...”

He hesitated, his hand hovering just inches from the arcane barrier as if he could already feel her presence through it. “I must say…” He began, his voice barely above a whisper. “After all these years of fondness, affection, love… I am upset that I never had the courage to tell her.” His hand clenched into a fist. “That she never knew the depth of it.”

Jayce shifted uneasily. “Viktor…”

But Viktor didn’t look at him. His gaze was locked onto Y/N’s peaceful face, his eyes filled with a yearning that was almost unbearable to witness. Slowly, he outstretched his hand, trembling as it moved closer to the arcane’s surface.

“Don’t,” Jayce said sharply. Viktor turned to him, his expression a mix of irritation and confusion. “It… It might hurt you again,” Jayce continued, his tone pleading. “You might not wake up this time.”

Viktor’s frown deepened, but there was no hesitation in his voice. “Y/N is still in there,” He said firmly. “I can feel it, I can feel her” His gaze softened as he turned back to her, his resolve unwavering. “How can I live knowing she’s lost within this? Alone?”

Jayce opened his mouth to protest but stopped. There was no arguing with Viktor, not when it came to her.

Viktor’s fingers brushed the arcane’s surface, and a surge of warmth flowed through him, as if her very essence was reaching out to meet him. A faint, genuine smile graced his lips as he leaned closer, pressing his palm gently against her head.

“Glorious evolution,” He murmured, his voice a quiet prayer. “I must say, mojí drahoušek, your mind is as sharp as ever, and you’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” He closed his eyes, his voice filled with an aching tenderness. “Wake up… For me, for yourself. There is so much left for you to do and without you, I have nothing ahead of me.”

For a moment, the arcane pulsed, light radiating outward in rhythmic waves. Viktor’s words hung in the air, a quiet plea suspended between them. As the light intensified, Y/N’s fingers twitched ever so slightly, as if she was responding to his call.

“Violet…” Y/N’s voice broke the silence, soft and tremulous, her lips barely moving. Then, with a sudden gasp, her eyes widened. "Jinx!” she rasped, the name escaping her like a fragile bird taking flight. Her throat was raw, her voice hoarse as she tore herself free from the arcane, her body trembling with the effort. 

“V-Viktor!” she managed to choke out before collapsing to the floor. A fit of violent coughing overtook her, shaking her frame as she struggled to catch her breath. Through blurred vision, she looked up, and her heart stopped at the sight before her.

There he was, the man she had longed to see for what felt like an eternity. Yet… he was different now. Not just in his body, purple with flickers of gold, or his hair, streaked with silver as though time had left its mark. 

It was his eyes that struck her the most. They were like hers, a swirling kaleidoscope of colors, alive with the brilliance of the arcane. The sight consumed her thoughts, making her forget the ache in her chest, the confusion in her mind.

A robe flowed around Y/N like water, the soft, natural folds of the fabric wrapping her in an ethereal elegance. The garment fell gracefully to her ankles, draping across her arms and shoulders. A decorative clasp secured the drape, its intricate design marked with an unusual symbol that seemed to pulse faintly with energy. 

Her hair was shimmering white, the strands catching the light like spun silver. A single black streak ran through her hair, stark against the color.

“You’re alive,” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief and relief. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Viktor, pulling him into a tight embrace as though afraid he might vanish if she let go. “I… I’m alive.”

“It’s good to see you again… My love,” Viktor whispered, his voice soft yet heavy with emotion. The words sent a warmth flooding through her, thawing the icy fear that had gripped her heart for so long. 

Y/N pulled back just enough to look at him, her hands rising to cradle his face. Her touch was tender, her fingers brushing over the lines and contours of his features as though memorizing them anew.

She turned her gaze to Jayce, standing nearby. “You saved us,” she said, realization dawning in her wide eyes.

“No… it… The Hexcore saved you.,” Jayce replied, shaking his head. “Somehow, it-it adapted to both your injuries, changing and evolving. It was as if it was… Connected to you two.”

Y/N and Viktor exchanged a glance, confusion mirrored in their eyes. She studied her hands, the faint glow of purple emanating from the runes. Her fingers bore the remnants of her three rings that had once symbolized her strength and her weapon, now absorbed into her skin.

“I did my best using notes from your leg. Recorded everything.” Jayce continued, his words tumbling over each other. “There are still so many questions, but—”

“I was supposed to die. Y/N was supposed to die,” Viktor interrupted, his hand clenched into a fist, the veins glowing faintly with the same unsettling purple. “You promised to destroy the Hexcore.”

“No. Don’t you see?” Jayce argued, his voice rising. “Heimerdinger was wrong. We were wrong. It’s not as bad as we—”

“It carved itself into Y/N’s brain,” Viktor said bitterly. “It killed Sky, Jayce. She had such dreams… As did we, once.” His voice faltered, his gaze dropping to the floor. 

Stumbling slightly, he moved to the desk, his steps unsteady yet purposeful. He reached for his notebook, the symbol of his work, and clutched it tightly.

Jayce stepped forward, desperation etched into his face. “I’m going to resign from the council. I understand now,” He said quickly, as though the words might fix everything. “My place was always here in the lab with you. We’ll make this right. Together.”

Viktor turned, his eyes finding Y/N’s. Her gaze was fixed on her glowing hands, her expression unreadable. She felt Viktor’s eyes on her and looked up, her uncertainty meeting his resolve. His features softened, his focus shifting from the weight of his regrets to the person before him.

“I must say goodbye to this place now. To you,” Viktor said quietly, addressing Jayce. He clutched his book tighter, his voice steady despite the finality of his words.

“Goodbye? Viktor, you’re my partner,” Jayce pleaded, stepping closer.

“Our paths diverged long ago,” Viktor replied, his tone calm but firm. “It was affection that held us together.”

He turned to Y/N, his gaze softening further. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. Was this really happening? For once, she wasn’t an afterthought, a secondary choice. She was someone’s choice. His choice. 

But even as her heart swelled with selfish hope, guilt tugged at her. How could she be happy when Jayce was losing the only friend he had left? How could she be so horrible?

“You think it’s so easy?” Jayce demanded, his voice breaking. “To turn your back while your whole city looks to you for salvation? To cling to principles while your best friend bleeds out in your arms? I never asked for this!”

Viktor paused, his face clouded with thought. He reached for Y/N’s hand, his fingers lacing through hers. Without another word, he turned and began walking away, guiding her with him.

“Where are you going?” Jayce called after them, his voice tinged with disbelief and sorrow.

“Goodbye, Jayce,” Viktor said, his voice low. “I have been away from my love for far too long, avoiding it as it chased after me… Perhaps it is time to let it catch up with me.”

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[kiemiu]

𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝓢𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 𝓒𝐚𝐭 𝓢𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

pairing kang sae-byeok x fem!reader | wc: 2k

summary -> a sudden visit to the orphanage from sae-byeok leaves you scared and confused for her while simultaneously being hurt by her words. warnings -> some hurtful words to reader, only because sae-byeok is really guarded. :(

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11:25AM

You wake to the faint murmur of the morning, the sun shining directly into your eyes through the sliver of curtain that failed to cover your window. You let out a muffled groan, forcing your head further into your pillow to hide yourself from the sun, not yet wanting to drag yourself out of bed and into the well-worn workday routine that you had gotten so tired of. Lifting your hand to cover the side of your face, you feel the weight of your phone still in your hand and without thinking, you unlock it, eyes scanning for a message—her message. A flicker of desperate hope sparks within you, though you hate to admit it. And there it is. A reply.

Kang Sae-Byeok :)

Kang is fine. Only text for emergencies.

Her words are cold, clipped, and impersonal, laced with an intentional distance that cuts deeper than you would've liked to admit. You stare at the screen, equal parts relieved at her response yet frustrated at yourself for wanting more. Why had you expected anything different? Why had you let yourself hope for warmth, for connection? Sighing, you toss your phone aside and lazily kick your legs out of your blanket, trying to direct your focus on preparing for the dreary day ahead.

Rain pelts against the window in steady sheets, matching the slight heaviness in your chest as you languidly get ready, slowly slipping your arms and legs through your clothes with barely any movement to get off of the bed, quietly thanking yourself for taking a shower and washing your hair the night before so you didn’t have to do it that morning.

Running to your car, and the hour and a half long drive to the orphanage went by in a blur. Your movements stuck in auto-pilot as you followed the same footsteps as usual.

Entering the orphanage, you're immediately bombarded by the hyperactive energy soaring through the children. Even when the dark and gloomy weather traps the children indoors, their boundless energy reverberates off the walls. The chaos swirling around you as groups of kids rip and run through the halls, jumping down the steps, hopping over couches, and laughing boisterously. Yet amidst it all, a small familiar figure sits idly. Cheol sits alone, his small frame huddled at the corner of the room, his eyes following the other children as they restlessly run up and down breathlessly, a faint smile on his face.

Concern tugs at you, as you set your things by the front door, leaving your slightly muddy boots outside by the door. You quietly make your way over, dodging scattered toys on the floor, and speedy children. Unfortunately not being able to make it out of the way fast enough, being used as a human shield as two kids ran around you, one of them stopping while the other aimed to shoot with an toy arrow gun, instead of hitting the intended person it bounced off of your stomach. A blank face adorning you as you grabbed the toy from the boy. “Eric, what did I say about shooting things in the house?” you ask sternly, hands placed on your hips as you shoot him a pointed look.

He cowers under your gaze, a quick murmur of a “Sorry.” leaving his lips before the girl behind you started to run, Eric not fully getting his apology out before he started off on his chase again. A sigh left you before you continued your tread over to Cheol who’s eyes had already found yours, his figure perking up when he noticed you making your way towards him.

Slowly you crouch down to meet his gaze, setting the toy gun aside.

“Cheol, is everything okay? Why aren’t you playing with the other kids?” you quietly ask, your head tilting to the side.

He rests his head on his propped up knees with a small huff before speaking, his voice soft yet steady. “I’m just..nervous.”

Something about his timidness strikes a chord deep within you. You gently pout at him before lifting him to stand with you. “Oh, cmon’ they don't bite, I promise. Except maybe Youngseo but only when she’s hungry.” you reply with gentle encouragement. His eyes slightly widen as they trail over to Youngseo who seems to be chewing on the arm of her stuffed animal. He slightly cowers behind you, even as you slowly coax him toward the group, silently urging the other children to include him by asking what game they are playing. Slowly but surely, Cheol steps from behind you, his grip on shirt loosening as a small group of girls and boys wave him over into their circle, and soon enough their laughter fills up the entire room, gentle smiles and giggles escaping them as they talk animatedly, leaving you to smile to yourself as he breaks out of his shell, easing the worries you once felt.

With a small wake up call from Eliana letting out a shrill shriek at Eric, chasing her around with a fake bug an exasperated roll of your eyes happening before you could stop.

With all of the ruckus going on you could barely get a word in, wondering where your mother could be at this time, and more importantly what could she be doing. Instead of screaming at the top of your lungs over multiple kids you resorted to flickering the lights on and off until they calmed down. “Alright, come on. Let’s straighten up. No more running around, you can either play in the play room or watch tv in the living room. One or the other.” you interject, some of the kids let out small groans as they weren’t ready to stop running around.

After your speech you urged the children to help you clean up and run off to their designated areas until lunch time.

Once they were occupied with cleaning, you walked over to your mothers room, knocking on the door before entering. “Sick, again?” you asked, your fingers gesturing over sick when she wasn't looking.

“Ohh, yeah.” she murmured, her eyes trained on her ipad as she lay back in bed with an ice pack pressed to her forehead, most-likely playing solitaire or sudoku. You sighed with a hint of annoyance. “Okay, call if you need anything.” you murmured half-heartedly before shutting the door.

Just as the children started to settle down, the sharp chime of the doorbell pierced through the air. With a resigned sigh, you push off of Mama Kim’s door and head to the front door.

When you swing the door open, the sight that greets you makes you freeze in place: Sae-byeok. She stands there stiffly, her frame slightly shivering as she’s drenched to the bone, her soaked clothes clinging to her like a second skin. Rainwater trails down her face, caressing the fresh wounds on her cheek while dripping from her chin, pooling on the porch below her.

“Come in,” you manage to choke out, your voice wavering between concern and disbelief. You usher her inside, the words tumbling from your mouth in a disorganized flood—”do you need a towel to dry off? I think I might have some spare clothes—oh, my god you're bleeding.”

Even with all of the offers for towels, dry clothes, and concerned questions about her injuries—she does nothing but cut you off with her trademark bluntness, a slam of the door behind her following.

“I’m here to see my brother,” she says, her tone flat and firm. Yet there’s something different about her. Beneath the sharpness of her words lies a faint but unmistakable crack in her composure, a fragile edge you can’t ignore, her gaze slightly wavers at the way you keep glancing over at her in worry. Her shoulders slightly easing before she straightened herself out and furrowed her eyebrows harder, the glimpse of vulnerability disappearing just as soon as it came.

Swallowing the questions that crowded your mind, you simply nod and retrieve Cheol from his new group of friends in the playroom. Worry falling over you as you hesitate to take his hand and lead him down the hall to see his battered and drenched sister. Yet to your surprise the boy’s gaze flits to her battered face, but he shows no surprise, his calm demeanor unsettling. It’s as though this version of her—worn, wounded, yet unyielding—has become a familiar sight. The thought weighs on you in a heavy way, your frown deepening.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” you whispered before turning to leave them alone, Cheol’s voice making you stop in your tracks, his little hand that was gripping yours now gripping hers as he turns to you with a quiet yet pointed question. “Noona, did you thank Miss Kim yet?”

His words catch you off guard as he looks up at Sae-Byeok with wide doe eyes. She bristles at his suggestion, her brows furrowing in discomfort from being put on the spot. She scratches at her temple, her irritation barely veiled, before she quietly mutters out, “Thank you… for helping Cheol when he needed it.” The words are stiff, as if they were dragged out unwillingly from her lips.

You nod, offering a polite, strained smile. “No worries.” you quickly reply, turning around once again to leave before Cheol insists you stay with them. There's clear hesitance in your figure as you're able to read the tension in Sae-byeok’s stance. Cheol’s earnest tugs at you and Sae-Byeok’s sleeve is insistent, making it hard to say ‘No’ to his pleas.

Ignoring the unrelenting glare of Sae-byeok, you hesitantly nod your head, giving him your hand. He quickly grabs onto it, one hand holding yours, the other holding Sae-byeoks as he drags the both of you towards the visitor area.

You choose to sit at a seat across from the two, not wanting to invade too much by getting too close. “Oh, wait! I forgot to get my painting.” he shouts in sudden realization, soon enough Cheol scampers out of his seat to go retrieve it, leaving you and Sae-byeok in the brittle silence of an unspoken conversation. Your eyes flit to the bruises on her knuckles, the fresh cuts on her face.

When she feels the burn of your gaze lingering on her hands, she quickly tucks the evidence of her battered hands out of sight. The gesture only deepening the knot of worry in your chest.

“Miss Kang,” you venture cautiously, “where are you staying?”

Her response is quick and laced with venom. “Out of the way. Just like you should be.”

You blink, stunned. “I—I’m sorry?” you question, your face crestfallen, mirroring your hurt and confusion.

“I don’t need your help or your pity,” she snaps. “I’m here for my brother and that’s it.”

The harshness in her voice cuts deeper than it should, but you manage a nod, fighting to steady your composure. “I wasn’t trying to pity you,” you murmur, biting back the forming lump in your throat. “I just want to help.” you add on, your eyes averting from hers, and falling to your lap, watching as your hands fiddled with the fabric of your cardigan, a nervous habit you had formed in your elementary years.

You clear your throat in your final attempt to grasp at any composure you had left “ If—if you ever need a place to stay, or help at all, you have my number.” you add on, eyes glancing quickly to her before they land on Cheol’s approaching figure.

His wide smile quickly falls at the look on youand Sae-Byeok's faces. Hers serious, almost regretful as her eyes glance back and forth between the table and out of the window, while yours were on him, yet they were glossy with a slight red tint.

“What happened? Did you guys fight?” he asked quietly, his hand holding his painting gently falling to his side. “No, no, Cheol. I—um just have to get back to the other kids. I’ll try to stay a little longer with you guys tomorrow.” you add on quickly, getting up from the seat before giving them a deep bow and excusing yourself.

You can feel her eyes burning into you, but you refuse to turn around and meet her gaze, retreating to the playroom where the children’s laughter rings like a fragile balm to your frayed nerves. Eliana looks up as you enter, her smile tentative and bright, you don’t hesitate to return it, even as the weight of Sae-byeok’s presence still lingers, heavy and unshakable.

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[firequeenofficial]

I miss the Ranchers. That is all I have to say.

-

When they finally managed to put out the mansion, Jimmy slipped away from the others, finding a quiet spot to hide away. He just needed a moment to breathe. He'd been struggling ever since he'd first seen Tango with Etho, Skizz and Impulse.

He'd never felt anything like this before, like a part of him was missing, broken off, stolen. He saw Tango laughing with his friends, and his heart ached. He had once made Tango laugh like that. He had once been the person Tango relied on. Now, he watched his soulmate, his Rancher, with the others, and it was like he didn't even care, or didn't remember. He hadn't even reacted when Jimmy had called him, "Rancher".

He wondered whether Joel felt the same way watching Etho. He didn't think so - Joel had barely stopped laughing since he'd found him, except to rage about the mansion being set on fire, of course. Besides, Joel wouldn't even remember Double Life.

He sat at the top of a hill in the south-east corner of the world, watching the sun rise beyond the border. He was grateful everyone seemed to want to base close together this season; it left plenty of free space to hide away.

He hated this. He hated being one of only three people who ever remembered each season. He hated Grian for forcing this on him. He hated the Watchers for forcing it on Grian. More than anything, he hated himself for not being able to do anything but whine about it. Grian was his brother, he should have been able to help him, but there was nothing he could do.

He wondered if Pearl felt anything, watching Scott with Martyn. Was there any part of her that missed him, even though they'd done nothing but fight the whole time they were soulbound? She couldn't remember Last Life, he knew, but did some part of her long for it anyhow? He wished he could speak with her about it, but she would probably just call him silly. No one else pined after their alliances from previous seasons, after all. It was just him that was so pathetic that he longed for the first person to be genuinely gentle with him.

That didn't make it any easier, after all. It didn't make him long any less. It didn't make Tango suddenly mean nothing to him.

He missed him.

That was the plain and simple truth of it. He missed Tango. Void, he missed him so damn much it hurt.

He sighed and dropped his face into his hands, fighting back tears. He was completely alone, but he still couldn't bring himself to feel it all, not so strongly, not all the way.

He just had to move on. It was that easy. He just had to let the Bad Boys be his new people, and he had to let Team TIES be Tango's new people, and he had to leave it at that.

He could do that.

Jimmy took a deep breath and leaned back slightly, turning his attention back to the brightening horizon. A breeze ruffled his hair.

The pain lessened, just slightly.

"Jimmy?"

The pain came back full force, and he froze.

No. No, he couldn't be here. Not now, not when he'd committed to letting him go.

Jimmy didn't turn. He didn't say anything.

After a moment's hesitation, Tango sat down beside him. Jimmy didn't move. He didn't look at him.

"Wow, what a view." Tango's heart clearly wasn't in the observation, though.

Silence was Jimmy's only response.

Tango apparently decided that beating about the bush was overrated. "Are you upset with me?"

Jimmy closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at him. "No." That was true, at least. He was upset about Tango, not with him.

The blazeborn let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, good. I would hate for you to be mad at me. I don't know how I'd do this without my Rancher."

Jimmy was so surprised that he snapped his eyes open and his head around to face him. "What?"

He was met with a smirk that he'd learnt to adore. "What, you didn't think I'd forgotten, had you?"

He remembered. He remembered! Jimmy could have cried with joy! Tango remembered him!

But Jimmy didn't cry. Instead, he let out a loud, jubilant laugh and launched himself at his Rancher, throwing his arms around Tango's neck. The pair fell to the ground, both laughing, clinging to each other. Jimmy buried his face in Tango's neck, holding on like Tango might disappear the moment he let go.

"You really did think I forgot, didn't you," Tango realised, and held him closer.

"I thought I lost you." Jimmy's voice was muffled by Tango's shirt collar.

Tango huffed a small laugh, running his hands through Jimmy's hair. "We're in this together, buddy. Even if we're on different teams, you'll always be my Rancher."

This was what Jimmy had been missing. Two whole seasons, he'd searched for this. For something who cared for him no matter what, in thick or thin, even across lifetimes. Tango was... exactly what he needed. Exactly what he wanted.

Jimmy sighed, his breath shaky. He was going to be okay.

Whatever happened this season, he was going to be okay. He could face whatever with his Rancher by his side.

They were going to be okay.

[asheanon]

The setup and preparation was perhaps a more humble one... befitting that of a traveler. A wayfarer, in particular.

Upon a makeshift surface sat a portable electric kettle (powered by unknown means) a container of sugar, two spoons and two ceramic saucers, clad in little more than solid white with minimal gilding, crowned by two teacups of complimentary design. Teabags occupied both cups, though, only one was met by the addition of the kettle's now steaming water.

It was jasmine green tea. One of her personal favorites. 💚 It was one that she carried with her everywhere she went in her "digital inventory." Something she would likely have quite the time trying to explain to the denizens of this planet...

A small measure of sugar was spooned in to the readied cup and stirred, the golden hue of fragrant petals and leaves staining the water in turn. The utensil was then given a light tap and set aside. She brought the cup to her lips - though, not to sip on as of yet, but to simply smell. The aroma brought a smile to her face.

It would seem Sal anticipated company - or, at the very least, was ready to accommodate any that may show. Had a little tea time play date been scheduled in advance with one of her musically compelled companions? Was this little more than a random rendezvous?

Perhaps she was waiting for you?

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt my dupe ocs again... Maybe Quinn does have hashtag issues actually

[sexybread-png]

hello everyone twt suspended me for a week (theres still 3-4 days left) so i have been a little bit bored but i figured i should post here anyways siiigghh

details under the cut

ok so the want of making an elphaba fashion exploration has been there since ive watched the movie but the urge really came to me after i explained to my friends how NOT masculine elphaba's outfit was in one of my drawings (i doodled the full outfit in the top right corner)

it really irked me when multiple comments were made abt how i was part of the ppl masculinizing cynthia's elphaba when i really put thought and effort into elphaba's fashion (as well as glinda's) in every drawing i make of her. like the cut of her sweater and the frills on her pants are very feminine-- pants are not inherently masculine (and neither are muscles but thats another conversation). i did want to explore her fashion with only pants to show how feminine pants outfits could be but i had admittedly not drawn her in as many skirts/dresses as glinda so i decided i should.

HOWEVER i do want to add. galinda's fashion is like. hyper fucking feminine. next to her, anyone would look less feminine... i mean she wears sm pink and bows and frills and shit... i find it a bit of a disservice to many artists for ppl to complain about elphaba's feminity compared to galinda's when they just dont wear the same kind of clothes.

okay a bit of a commentary not about my drawings at all but : theres also the comments on how ppl would never make galinda wear masc clothing when. thats simply not true a lot of ppl call her an egg even AND the movie versions of them are not the first. i suspect many ppl would use the same or similar hcs they had for other versions of gelphie and transfer them over. WHICH to be clear there is a problem of masculinizing black women in fandom and as an artist it is my responsibility to portray her with utmost respect. im not saying racial biases dont have a play in ppl's headcanons, but i do think excluding the history of the fandom of wicked from these hcs makes it... less true? less of a full truth maybe? do you know what i mean... as is the story of wicked, i think the issue is nuanced. also this might be only a twitter issue as people on twt do make things black and white often.

anyways! back to the fashion, im no expert either i just thought itd be nice to try my hand at it!!

oh and the other drawing well . shes just too effin cute man idk what else to tell u

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 11:52 A.M 」

based on this and this video :)) this is fluff supply before remarried empress au part 2 is posted~

a part of gojo's love entries

satoru had always thought... you were the perfect mother to his child.

“ma...!”

your baby boy, with his white hair and blue eyes full of innocence, was crawling towards you with all his might, and you were on the other side of the bed with open arms, ready to accept him.

“yes, baby, you can do it!” you cheered, a permanent smile on your face, completely adoring satoru’s mini-him as he tried to reach you.

you really are. after all, you were the girl of his dreams first and foremost, who then became the woman he had sworn to protect forever.

“just a little bit more! aww, my baby is so cute!”

...but hey, since you were his wife above all, weren't you supposed to take care of him too? these days, you seemed to spend all your love on your son… and spared him unamused looks whenever he tried to bed you!

satoru observed as his little baby made his way towards you with visible excitement, totally capturing your attention fully. narrowing his eyes in analysis, he devised a plan.

and so, right before his kid could reach you, he immediately went over to your side, scooped up the baby and pecked you in the lips.

“oh—! satoru!”

“don’t i deserve mama’s attention too...?” he asked, eyes pleading sadly. “hmm?”

“—? waah!” but before you could react to his sneak attack, your baby son was so startled that his eyes filled up with tears. in that moment, he wrenched away from his father's grasp and hurriedly crawled towards you, seeking comfort in your arms, and you hugged him.

“there, there...” you almost laughed at this exchange as you patted his little back, sending a wink at satoru. “poor baby, what has papa done to you, huh?”

satoru pursed his lips in response, directing a slight glare on his baby, who was suddenly calm and smiley as he was smushed against your bosom, looking at him with those wide eyes—as if flaunting his victory.

the little fiend, he thought. i’ll show him!

“listen you...”

and half an hour later, he cornered the boy against the wall, trying to assert his position.

“we need to share mama. you're taking all. her. time.” satoru emphasized, eyeing his baby with narrowed eyes. the boy looked back at him with clear disinterest, merely blinking.

satoru huffed righteously. “you gave her severe tummy ache when you were still inside that i had to stay up to soothe you, and now when you're out... you monopolize her love! how is this fair? what am i left with?!”

baby blinked, leaning inquisitively towards him.

“do you understand me? i need my wife bac— gyaaah!”

you literally ran out of the kitchen when you heard satoru’s sudden yell, thinking something had happened. “satoru! what’s wrong—”

only to arrive at the scene of the most amusing sight imaginable. your husband was on the brink of panic as your baby, with a vengeful expression, chomping down on his nose.

“he ate my nose! help! HEEELP!”

[kisses4themissus]

Mingle || In-ho X Reader

a/n: i somehow caught the flu :/ wc: 1.3k masterlist request : I did combine the two requests since they were both abt mingle :)

You sighed as you stepped onto the platform, you glanced at in-ho he nodded back at you.

You held your hand to him, he took it and squeezed your hand, in reassurance. “No matter the number we stick together!” He informed, you nodded in response.

The platform stops. You and in-ho look at each other. “Three.” 

The group looked at each other, you grabbed jun-hee’s hand. “We got her!” You told gi-hun, who nodded and began looking for more people.

You three rushed to the closest room. In-ho held himself against the door as other desperate players tried to open the door. You watched as the counter went down, gunshots filled your ears, you flinched and covered your ears, jun-hee doing the same.

In-ho watched through the small slip as the soldiers shot the remainder of players left outside. You all caught your breaths as you waited for the clean up to be finished. “Are you alright?” You asked jun-hee, she nodded and held her stomach. “Are you alright, young il?” You questioned the man, who nodded and rested his hands on his knees.

“All players may leave the rooms!” The room’s door unlatched. You all sighed and walked out and found the others. “Not that many people are left…” You pointed out, the white sign above the entrance glowed 157 players left in the game.

You followed in-ho’s gaze which was on the soldiers. You brushed it off and got onto the platform. Jung-bae leaned over to in-ho and gi-hun; “what do you think it'll be next?” He asked, looking between the two men. The platform began to spin.

Gi-hun took a second to think what the pattern could be. In-ho turned to you all. “Two.” 

You all gave him a confused look. “How do you know?” You questioned. “There’s 157 players left, only 50 doors, there will only be room for 100 people.” He motioned towards the doors all labeled. The platform stopped, you all waited for the number to be announced. 

“Two.”

Your group froze; in-ho was correct. “I’ll go with jung-bae!” Dae-ho told you all before the pair ran for a room, others doing the same and pairing off. In-ho grabbed your hand as you both ran for the nearest door.

As you ran off the platform, a player stepped on your ankle, causing a loud crack to fill your ears, you tumbled forward, in-ho stopped and ran to help you, he lifted you onto his back and ran to the door.

You cried as your ankle dangled, you had a loose hold on in-ho. As he opened the door, a player ripped you off his back by your hair, you yelled in pain as your back hit the floor.

The player quickly shut themselves in with in-ho. You scrambled to crawl to the door but froze as a loud latch sound came from the door. Dread filled your body as you stared at the yellow door, In-ho pushed the guy to the side and began to pound on the door.

Gunshots filled your ears, you flinched, covering your ears; too overstimulated by in-ho’s yelling, the gunshots. 

The soldiers began to get closer to you, making you whimper in fear. 

“HOUSE!” In-ho yelled through the peek in the door, the soldier paid no attention and shot your upper leg.

“Soldier 18 stand down, at the frontman's command.”  The worker spoke to the soldier in their earpiece. They tossed the gun behind their back and walked over to your body as you cried and attempted to crawl to in-ho.

They motioned for workers, who walked over and began carrying you away from the game arena.

In-ho watched as the workers carried you away, most likely to knock you out and fix your leg and ankle.

“House?” The other player questioned, standing in the corner. In-ho turned to the man and gave him a glare. 

“Mind your business!” He sized the other man up before waiting for the doors to be unlocked.

“YOUNG-IL, Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU??” Dae-ho yelled, screeching the room for his friends. In-ho walked over with an unreadable look. “Where’s y/n?” Jun-hee questioned, glancing around. “Her number wasn’t announced.” Jung-bae began to frantically look around for you.

“Those circles took her; some dickhead broke her ankle as she was running with me.” In-ho sighed, earning a pat from gi-hun. “Her number wasn’t announced yet; there’s hope.” He tried to reassure.

- - - - - - - - - - - 

They all groaned, sore and tired from the game. In-ho stopped as he spotted you on your mattress, two workers by your side.

In-ho rushed over and smiled as you weakly grinned at him. “You can lose me that easily!” You joked, coughing as the workers helped prop you up on the bed.

“Would never imagine it.” He chuckled, grabbing your hand. The workers bowed to both of you before leaving the dorm, you both stared at each other.

“Y/N! She’s alive!” Dae-ho yelled as he ran over to you. “Thought you were gone..” He confessed, holding his hand over his racing heart.

You chuckled as the group surrounded your bed and spilled their relief about you still living. “They told me if the games do continue I'm being held back.” You announced to the team, they all expressed their surprised reactions; In-ho smiled at the news.

As you all celebrated your life the doors began to buzz, the worker began to set up the voting machine. 

“HOW IS SHE STILL ALIVE! I PUSHED HER OUT THE WAY!” The man from earlier yelled to the manager of the guards. 

All of team O began to rile up, upset at you being saved.

The soldiers shot at the ceiling to get everyone's attention on the manager. “Frontman believes in equality in these games; A player just so happened to be trampled as she crossed!” They announced. Everyone fell silent as the voting began.

You looked at in-ho with pleading eyes. “I want to go home.” 

He nodded and patted your arm, “We will.” 

You bit your nails as the voting began. You slowly dropped your hand as the voting, The X’s were far ahead of the O’s.

As they called your number, you sighed and glanced around, having no stable way to walk. “She’s injured!” In-ho yelled, making the guard nod and stare at you. “Do your arms in an O to continue or an X to dismiss the games!”

You raised your hands and made an X.

That side of the room cheered. Finally 001 walked up to vote, you all froze as he hovered his hand over the O. with baited breath you watched as his hand pressed down on the X.

The guard nodded. “The majority of the players have voted to terminate this game, therefore it is now terminated, it’s a pity having to part.” The square announced, no tone of emotion.

You let out a breath, relieved you’d get to go home. Jun-hee walked over to you and hugged you.

You both hugged each other, happy the madness would end. From her shoulder you watched as in-ho walked over to your bed, smiling at you, “We’re getting out.” He sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. “When we get to the mainland…would you like to go out sometime?” You asked, playing with the seams of your blanket, he chuckles at you.

“Of course, hey when we leave, you need to go to the doctors, get your ankle fixed up, doubt those pink workers hardly know what to do.” He patted your hands.

You chuckled and nodded.

- - - - - - - - - - - 

Months had passed since the game was canceled, you sighed as you looked at your white cast on your ankle. 

“It stands out on every outfit!” You groaned, chuckling came from behind you on your bed. “You look fine.” In-ho sighed, buttoning up his shirt. “This is important, ok, first impressions matter!” You groaned to your boyfriend, who laughed.

“I don’t think a newborn will remember if you wore a cast to meet them.” He pointed out. You sighed and walked over to him. You groaned and fell back onto the bed, throwing your hand over your eyes. “Just pick something out!” 

In-ho laughed and walked to your closet and began to pick out clothing. You two had grown quite fond of domestic life.

[pholla-jm]

My Wife is Real

IMAGINE: MY WIFE IS REAL~ GOJO X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. use of y/n. use of she/her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Who do you think he’s texting?” Nobara whispers to her two classmates, Yuji and Megumi. 

Their teacher, Gojo Satoru, sat at his desk. Legs kicked up onto the desk while he was on his phone, giggling here and there. 

It was questionable if Gojo even knew that class had started. 

Megumi didn’t even bother to pay attention. He also sat on his phone, scrolling through social media. 

“I don’t know…” Yuji ponders. “Ugh, he has to be harassing a poor soul.” Yuji gasps at Nobara’s response, “no.” 

Nobara sits up in her seat, “Gojo-sensei,” she calls out. Gojo peeks up, “oh. I didn’t know you were here.” “Maybe if you stopped bothering people, you would notice.” 

Gojo places his hand on his chest and gasps dramatically. “I am not bothering anyone.” “Then who are you texting?” “My wife, duh.” 

Nobara bursts out laughing, “hahaha, yeah… yeah right.” She wheezes. Tears left the corner of her eyes as she tried to take him seriously, but she really couldn’t. 

Yuji just stares at him in confusion, “you’ve never told me about his wife. I don’t believe you.” 

Gojo gasps in shock and disbelief at his student’s words. “Huh?! I do too have a wife. That hurts my feelings that you don’t believe me!” 

Gojo’s full focus was on his students now. Trying to convince them that his wife is indeed real. “She’s literally the best person in the whole world, and the prettiest.” 

Nobara scoffs and rolls her eyes, “stop making things up Gojo-sensei. It’s getting sad at this point.” 

Gojo pouts at her words. He then grabs his phone, typing something in his phone. He puts his phone down with a triumphant smile on his face. “You’ll see.” 

“Yeah… we’ll see.” Nobara says to Megumi and Yuji. 

Megumi on the other hand was not paying attention to a single thing that was going on. He assumed something stupid was going on, so why even bother to pay attention? Yuji just has a thoughtful look on his face, trying to remember any mention of a wife. But there is no mention of one. 

“Yeah… I think you’re making this up… sorry Gojo-sensei.” “This is just getting sad…” Nobara whispers while shaking her head. 

“I can’t believe my student’s have little faith in me.” 

Only five minutes passed of slight bickering between until a knock was heard at the door. The bickering died down and all heads turned towards the door. 

Nobara’s and Yuji’s eyes widen seeing a woman at the door. 

“Who is that?” Yuji whispers to Nobara. She shrugs her shoulders, “has to be someone he hired.” 

Gojo jumps from his chair, a huge smile on his face. “Wifey!” 

He runs over to you, pulling you into a tight hold. 

You let out a strangled gasp from the impact. “Gojo,” you start, “this is the second time you forgot your lunch… and it’s only Tuesday.” 

Gojo pulls back, a faux pout on his lips, “I’m sorry.” You narrow your eyes at him, “I bet you’re just using this as an excuse to see me.” “Whoops, you caught me. Well, while you’re here. Let me introduce you to my students.” 

“Wait wait-” You didn’t get a chance to stop him because he dragged you into the front of the classroom. 

You eye the three students. Megumi had finally put down the phone, giving you an apologetic look. Nobara and Yuji were looking at you in shock. 

“Students, this is my wife, (y/n).” Gojo basically shows you off with a bright smile on his face. Hands in a jazz hand formation. You nervously smiled at the students. 

“Hello.” 

“Hello Gojo-san.” Megumi quietly said, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. You gave the boy a sweet smile, nodding at him. 

“What?! Do you know her?” Nobara and Yuji ask him. “Yes…” 

“Yes, they’ve known each other for quite awhile now…. Sorry guys. She’s a bit shy.” Gojo says while you continue to smile at them. 

“They didn’t believe Gojo-sensi had a wife..” Megumi tells you. 

You hum before turning to Gojo, “I see… I don’t blame them.” 

“Huh?! What is that supposed to mean?” You roll your eyes. “Ever so dramatic.” “...so mean.. How can my wife be so cruel?” 

“Ugh, no one cares,” Nobara sighs, “come sit down with us (y/n)-sensei. I have so much to ask you.” 

You just smile at the girl and move over to the desks. 

Gojo looks at you with a shocked look. Not believing that you were leaving his side. 

“What are you doing?” He asks you. You look back at him, “well, you wanted me to meet your students. So I’m getting to know them.” 

You give him a little smirk and Gojo knows that type of smirk. The one where he’s going to regret his actions later. 

Maybe not now, but he knows that this decision will come to bite him.

[plutotheplum]

Take a Chance with Me

zayne x fem!reader

summary: zayne gets called into work, so you bring him dinner.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, established relationship, smut, fluff, handjob, oral sex, p in v, office sex

wc: 4.4k

a/n: based on one of zayne's text messages! he's so domestic boyfriend core. this is basically just some soft, fluffy smut before i write a dawnbreaker angst fic :3

also on ao3!

Akso Hospital is quieter at night than it is in the day.

You’d been expecting the bustle of nurses and doctors when Zayne had texted you saying he’d been called in on short notice, preparing yourself for some sort of emergency. Thankfully, it didn’t seem that was the case, most likely a pressing surgery that had come up for Zayne.

Sometimes, you wished he’d take more days off. It was a little selfish to want to be wrapped up in Zayne’s arms all the time, but you couldn’t help yourself, the comfort and warmth his body provided was like no other. It was what you had been doing earlier that night, cozied up next to him on the couch, with a fluffy blanket pulled up over you both as he’d spoken to you about one of his past surgeries.

Zayne’s voice had a certain lull to it, the low murmur of his voice making your eyes droop until you’d curled up into his chest, face pressed into his neck and fallen asleep before the takeout you had ordered even arrived. 

Jenna’s missions had kept you on your toes for the entire week, your body exhausted and dazed under the constant stress of fighting Wanderers. Zayne gave you the solace of being able to unwind, although your boyfriend was as stern as ever, he was everything you needed. 

That was until you’d woken up and realized he was gone. Zayne had made sure you were tucked in, a pillow placed under your head comfortably, and your hair brushed away from your face. You’d been disappointed, but the moment you were awake, you couldn’t find it in yourself to go back to sleep, no matter how hard you tried.

It’s why you’re here now, the takeout bag clutched in hand with a couple of paper plates and forks stuffed inside, as you wait patiently for the elevator to drop you off at Zayne’s floor of the hospital.

And of course, I can’t wait to see the person delivering it.

Zayne’s text flashes through your mind, and your grip on the bag of takeout tightens. It wasn’t fair how a simple line of text could make your heart race and your mind swirl with emotion, a sense of yearning taking root within you. 

You spy Yvonne sitting at the front desk and you give her a small wave before approaching her.

“Hi,” Yvonne greets, smiling up at you, “here to see Doctor Zayne?”

You nod in response, holding up the bag of takeout. “He got called in before we could have dinner, so I figured I’d just bring it to him.”

“That’s nice,” Yvonne says, her fingers tapping against the keyboard, “Doctor Zayne finished up his surgery about an hour ago. He’s probably resting in his office.”

“Thank you, Yvonne,” you chirp, giving her smile and another wave before making your way towards Zayne’s office.

It’s tucked away into the corner, his name engraved on the plaque that sits adhered to the surface of the door. The door’s unlocked, but you’re not surprised, he probably left it open for you. Turning the handle, you poke your head in to find Zayne’s head resting on his outstretched arm against his desk.

His eyes are closed, so you step in quietly, trying not to rustle the bag of takeout too much and let the door lock behind you with a quiet click. Zayne remains motionless and you tiptoe towards him, setting the bag down beside his desk. He looks peaceful like this, his lashes kissing his cheeks, face relaxed as his chest rises and falls with every breath.

You’re not quite sure what you did to deserve someone like him. Zayne is sickeningly gentle and even more sickeningly patient with you. He treats you like you’re precious because to him, you are. You’re more precious to him than any award he could be given, more precious to him than the highest praise he could receive from any senior doctor in Linkon and beyond. You’re the only thing that truly matters to him.

Zayne’s devotion runs deep. It soothes your frayed nerves, and has lodged itself inside of you deep within your viscera. Sometimes, you think about clawing out the protocore-embedded heart in your chest and handing it to him. Zayne would take care of it, you’re sure, as he does now. 

He stirs for a moment and you still, slowing your breathing so as to not wake him. Your hand reaches out, brushing his hair out of his eyes, fingers tracing the curve of his cheek. Zayne’s nightmares had gotten less frequent recently and you were thankful for it. He needed the rest. You lean in a little closer, unable to help yourself, letting your lips brush across his cheek in a fleeting kiss.

The hand on your wrist startles you for a moment before you realize Zayne is awake, his head lifting lazily and his eyes blinking open blearily.

“You came,” he murmurs, voice laced with sleep.

“I said I would,” you say softly, cupping his cheek and smoothing your thumb over it. Zayne leans into your touch, letting out a heavy sigh as though some impossible burden were lifted off of his shoulders. You watch as his eyes flutter shut and let him nuzzle into your palm, his lips kissing the inside of your wrist.

Breaking through the relaxed atmosphere, your stomach growls and you flush, cheeks heating up. Zayne lets out a low laugh, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you onto his lap.

“You should’ve eaten,” Zayne says, brushing his hand over your hair.

“I wanted to eat with you,” you mumble, pouting petulantly.

He hums, reaching for the bag of takeout, taking out the plates and forks along with the food. It’s impossible to stop yourself from nosing into his cheek, lips pressing soft kisses along his jaw and across the expanse of his cheek.

“I missed you.”

“It’s only been a few hours since I last saw you,” he muses, tilting his head up to meet your eyes.

“So? I still missed you,” you reply, arms tightening around his neck.

A smile tugs at his lips, a knowing look in his eyes. He presses the fork of food up to your lips and you open your mouth obediently, letting him feed you. Zayne rubs his hand up and down your back from time to time, his lips pressing against your cheek with every bite he feeds you.

You curl into him when he finishes feeding you, letting your face find its way back home into the crook of his neck, carved out just for you. Zayne tightens his arm around your waist, thumb stroking over the curve of your hip every now and then as he eats.

“I love you,” Zayne says quietly, the fork settling against the plastic takeout container.

“I love you too,” you say, trying to press yourself closer into the heat of his body.

It frustrates you, not being able to be as close to him as you want. The sense of it not being enough, despite being flush against him, gnaws at you. Zayne knows this of course, can see the little downward pull of your lips whenever you get like this and try to meld your body against his as though you’re trying to burrow through his clothes and into him. He’d let you, if it was possible, keep you safe behind the curve of his ribs and close to his heart.

He slides his hand into your hair, cupping the back of your head to tilt it upwards. You smile up at him fondly, eyes fluttering shut when he brushes the tip of his nose against yours.

“I love you,” Zayne repeats, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“I love you t-”

Your voice is muffled when he slots his lips over yours, drawing you into a slow kiss. It’s sweet, the way he presses his lips to yours in a tentative question as though asking for permission even though he knows you’ll give it to him. Your head tilts, your hand sliding into the softness of his hair, nails scraping against his scalp gently. Zayne shivers and leans into you further, his hand squeezing at your waist.

Longing unfurls in your gut, the slow, syrupy sweetness of his kiss sinking through your flesh and encasing your soul in a warm embrace. You’re shifting on his lap, moving your body so that you straddle him, knees bracketing his hips. Zayne chases after you when you break away, not letting you leave him for long, guiding you into another kiss.

His hands have begun to drift, smoothing up over the skin of your thighs, squeezing at the flesh before sliding under to grab at your ass. You smile against his lips, fingers splaying across his throat before dragging down to hook into the knot of his tie. You tug downwards, loosening his tie from around his neck. 

“We can’t,” he whispers, glancing towards the door.

“I locked it,” you murmur, kissing him softly, “please, Zayne?” Your fingers go further, beginning to unbutton his shirt all the way. “I need you.”

Zayne stares up at you and sees the neediness in your expression, the haze that comes over your face whenever you ask him for his cock. He finds that he can never deny you.

“Okay,” Zayne says quietly, squeezing your arm, “okay, sweetheart.”

You palm him through his trousers, feel him beginning to grow in the confines of his pants. Zayne tries to bite back the noises you elicit from him, but it’s impossible when you look at him like that, your eyes all starry and cheeks flushed. 

“You’re always taking care of me,” you whisper, palming his bulge a little more firmly, “let me take care of you now, Zayne.”

Zayne lets out a shaky breath and you smile, pecking his lips gently. Pulling his belt buckle free, you undo the button to his trousers, dragging the zip down to see his boxers. There’s a dark spot on the fabric and the sight has you licking your lips, grasping his half-hard cock through his boxers.

He lets out a strangled groan, his head falling back against his chair, hips bucking up to chase more of your touch.

“You’re teasing me,” Zayne grits out, his knuckles white with how tightly he’s gripping the armrests of his chair.

“‘m making you feel good,” you correct. 

Your hand pulls his boxers down, and his cock slaps against his abdomen, thick and tip flushed prettily. Zayne’s fully hardened now, the tips of his ears reddening as you wrap your hand around his cock.

“Fuck-” he pants, running his hand through his hair, “d-don’t stop.”

“Not going to,” you whisper, hand tightening around his cock.

Zayne groans again, his thighs falling open a little more. Your other hand cups his heavy balls, massaging them gently, lips finding his again as his pre-cum wets your hand. He kisses you desperately, hips bucking up into your hand. Zayne pushes at the straps of your dress impatiently, pulling it down along with your bra to find your breasts.

“So pretty,” Zayne murmurs, hand splaying across your back to make you arch into him.

He mouths across your collarbone, all the way to your sternum before drifting down to try and stuff the entirety of your breast into his mouth. A breathless laugh leaves you, thumb swiping over the sensitive tip of his cock. Zayne’s thighs jump, his grip on you tightening, tongue alternating between flicking over your nipple and swiping over the whole of your areola.

Spit drips from his mouth, a thin strand connecting his glistening lips to your hardened nipple. You catch it with your thumb, feeding it to him, letting him suck your thumb into his mouth. He moans around it and you whine, cunt clenching at the feeling of his warm mouth over your skin. It has you feeling debauched, your own mouth opening to let a glob of spit drip down and onto his cock. Zayne’s cock twitches and he presses himself against you, his face tucking into the crook of your neck as he pants.

“Sweetheart,” he grunts, his cock fucking into your hand, “you feel so good.”

You mewl in agreement, hand slipping into his hair again. Zayne lets out a low whine, his eyes fluttering shut as he curls his own hand around yours, tightening your grip. You move your hand faster, swipe your thumb over his fat, leaking tip more frequently and tug at his hair to tilt his head and kiss him.

“You’re throbbing,” you whisper, lips brushing over his with every word.

“You tend to have that effect on me,” he replies hoarsely.

His cock throbs almost on cue, another glob of pre-cum spilling down the side of his length. You squeeze your hand tighter, dragging it upwards to see more pre-cum spilling out of him the tighter you squeeze. Zayne sounds utterly gone, mouthing at your chest to distract himself, lips wrapping around your other breast this time. 

He stares up at you, amber-green eyes shining in the light as his mouth stays enveloped around the fat of your breast. You bite your lip, giving him a dazed smile and lowering your head to nudge your nose against his. Zayne forgets about your breast, tilts his head up to meet your lips in a sloppy kiss.

“Cum for me, Zayne,” you whisper sweetly, kissing the tip of his nose, “wanna see you cum.”

Zayne moans unabashedly, his heart fluttering at your words. His hips buck up one last time before he cums, squeezing at your sides roughly as his forehead falls against your shoulder. Hot, thick cum smears across your hands and you hum happily, giving his cock one last teasing pump. Zayne shudders at the sensation, grunting softly as he catches your wrist to stop you from playing with his sensitive cock.

“You made a mess, Doctor Zayne.”

He huffs out a laugh, leaning back in his chair. You stay perched on his lap, watching as his cock softens. Zayne takes your hand before you can lick his cum off of your palm, his handkerchief swiping over your sullied palm and fingers, cleaning your skin.

Zayne kisses you again, squishes your cheeks to make your lips pucker out for a moment and smiles at the sight. You frown when he moves you off of him only to realize that he’s standing up as well, pushing your shoulders gently to make you sit down on his chair.

He sinks to his knees and you bite your lip, body taut with anticipation. Zayne pulls your socks off, his thumbs pressing into the arch of your right foot. You sigh at the sensation, eyes slipping shut.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, placing a reverent kiss to your ankle.

Your heart lurches, lips trembling as he caresses your calf. Zayne kisses up the length of your leg, up your shin and past your knee, his fingers squeezing at your flesh. He drags his lips across your inner thigh, landing soft kisses to your skin. His scarred hands graze over your panties, knuckles pressing against your swollen clit for a moment before he kisses your panty-clad pussy. 

Zayne repeats the same sequence of actions for your other leg as though he were worshiping you. A part of you wants to cry at his display of affection. There’s a lump in your throat with how nicely he’s treating you, but you swallow it down, losing yourself in the fond gaze he gives you.

“You’re too good to me,” you whisper, fingers running through his hair.

“I’m not,” he replies, kissing your pussy again, “I just love you.”

You swallow harshly and Zayne smiles, his fingers pulling down your panties. He thumbs apart your folds and lets out a shuddering breath when he realizes how wet you are. 

“All for me,” he murmurs, watching the clench of your pussy around nothing, “you’re all mine.”

You whine in agreement, back arching as he licks over your cunt. Zayne kisses your clit and buries his face into your pussy, licking and sucking without abandon. You can barely stay on the chair with how much you’re squirming and writhing under his mouth. Zayne winds his arms around your thighs and holds you in place, his mouth making lewd noises as he makes out with your pussy until your cries grow louder.

You hope his office is soundproof, but when Zayne sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth, you lose any sense of where you are, letting out pitchy, shuddering gasps as your feet press up onto your toes, digging into his back. 

“Zayne!” you cry, tugging at his hair roughly. He groans into your pussy, enjoying the sting of pain across his scalp. He buries his face deeper, kissing and licking until your pussy is puffy and slick is pouring out of you uncontrollably. “N-nghhh- no, Zayne. You- you have to fuck me!”

“Okay,” he rasps, pulling back when you tug at his hair, “up, my love, get up.” He taps your thighs and you stand up on shaky legs, pulling him closer by his tie to kiss him.

Zayne kisses you as you paw at his broad shoulders, pushing his shirt off to grasp at his muscled arms and back. He squeezes your waist, kneads the fat at your hips before he’s spinning you and bending you over his desk.

Your dress is flipped up, a squeak escaping your lips when he brings his hand down, slapping your ass. A giggle makes its way out of you and you rise up on the tips of your toes, wiggling your hips and ass for him playfully.

Zayne groans at the sight and slaps your ass again. His fingers spread apart your asscheeks, his eyes feasting on the sight of your glistening, puffy pussy again. You cry out when you feel him shove his face back into your pussy, licking over you messily and without abandon until you reach back and push at his head weakly.

You let your hips sway back and Zayne grasps his cock, pressing it against your greedy cunt. He curses as your pussy sucks him in, his hand balling up the fabric of your dress into one hand, keeping you spread as he watches you take his cock, inch after inch.

You let out a strangled gasp, the air being punched out of your lungs as he fills you up. Zayne is big and thick, his cock splitting you open, forcing your pussy to take him, carving the shape of his length inside of you. Your nails dig into his desk and neither of you seem to care as a few patient files slip off of the edge of the desk, the paper fluttering to the ground.

“Always so tight,” he hisses out, his hand curling over your hip, “such a good girl for me, sweetheart.”

Your head falls against the wood of his desk, teeth sinking into your knuckles as you try to muffle your noises. Zayne notices and lets out a tsk, his arm reaching for yours and bringing it behind your back.

“None of that,” Zayne chastises, “I want to hear you, my love.”

He does hear you when he presses your lower back down, his hips thrusting forward. You cry out, moaning and mewling as his cock sinks into you repeatedly. Zayne drapes himself over your back, kissing up your spine and landing a soft kiss to your shoulder, hips humping into your ass. The squelch of your cunt should be embarrassing, but it happens whenever Zayne fucks you now, you get so horribly wet whenever you see his cock and he touches you.

You turn your head back to kiss him and Zayne groans into your mouth, licking into your mouth before he’s moving back to fuck you properly. Your knees would buckle if you weren’t bent over the desk. His name plate inches closer to the edge of the desk with every thrust Zayne delivers to your pussy.

Zayne pants and grunts; you look back to find his face flushed, his eyes closed and brows drawn together tightly. He looks handsome, face twisted with pleasure and want; unadulterated passion.

“Zayne- o-oh yes-” you whimper when he pins you down, his hands grasping your hips roughly.

He ups his pace, the desk rattling, his belongings hitting the floor. Each snap of his hips leaves you reeling and you’re sure you’re seeing stars in the darkness of your closed eyes. 

“Good girl,” he groans, unable to stop himself from landing another slap to your ass, “my good girl- fuck- I love you so, so much, sweetheart.”

You’re practically sobbing, walls clenching around his cock so tightly that he’s cupping your jaw and drawing you up so that your back is flush against his chest. Zayne bends his knees and fucks up into you. Your nails scrape against his arm, head falling against his shoulder as his hand slips down to rub your clit.

“Take it,” Zayne whispers, nipping your earlobe, “take it, baby.”

His calloused fingers on your clit too much and your body is seizing up, the coil of pleasure inside of you snapping until you moan loudly, his hand slapping over your mouth when the beginnings of a squeal make its way out of you with how oversensitive you are. 

Your body shudders as you cum, and you try to push his hand away from his clit but he sinks his teeth into your shoulder in warning, rubbing tight circles until he cums, his low grunts filling your ear as his hips slow into a stuttering mess. Zayne bends you over the desk again, shuffles forward until his hips are flush against your ass, balls pressed against your clit, his cock stuffed inside your pussy snugly.

“I love you,” you whine, feeling his hot cum fill you up.

“I- I shit-” Zayne gasps, thrusting his hips forward a few more times as he feels your walls clenching around him tightly, milking every drop of thick cum from him, “Hah- I l-love you too,” he stammers, slumping over you.

You mewl under his weight, his softening cock slipping out of you. Zayne’s cum mixed with your arousal drips down your thighs, smearing against your skin. He lifts himself up after a few moments of panting, using his desk for support. You turn around, rising up on shaky legs and even shakier toes to cup his cheeks and kiss him.

Zayne wraps his arm around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. He deepens the kiss, lowers his head for you so that you can sink down flat onto your feet again. Your tongue tangles with his, hands stroking over his hair soothingly as you give yourself to him, body and soul.

You can feel his smile against your lips, the drag of his lips across your cheek and the side of your head to press several kisses to your forehead.

“I hope your office is soundproof, Doctor Zayne,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his middle and letting your chin rest on his chest.

“I hope so too,” Zayne says, flushing lightly.

You laugh, kissing the underside of his jaw. You help him pull his shirt on again, buttoning up the front of it and tighten his tie again. Zayne wipes the insides of your thighs with a few tissues, discarding them in the bin beside his desk, helping pull up your panties over your hips.

He fixes the straps of your dress, fingers brushing over your shoulders gently and the place where his teeth had sunk into you.

“Take the day off tomorrow,” you say to him as you help gather the patient files that had fallen off of his desk.

“You know I can’t,” he sighs, shaking his head.

You pout, widening your eyes and batting your eyelashes up at him in an attempt to give him the most pleading look you can muster.

“Please?” you say, sidling up to him again, “you’re overworked, Zayne. Take the day off, hm? We can relax together.”

Zayne stares down at you, his lips pursing for a moment. It never takes much convincing. As soon as the words are out of your mouth, he feels compelled to listen.

“You’re a terrible influence, sweetheart.”

You smile up at him giddily, wrapping your arms around his neck. “‘m just taking care of my lovely, handsome, perfect boyfriend.”

“Fattening up my ego, huh?” Zayne asks, dipping his head to steal a kiss from you.

“No,” you say, shaking your head. Your voice softens slightly. “I- I do mean those things, Zayne.”

Zayne falters at the hint of vulnerability in your voice. He can see that you’re shy about it with the way your eyes dart away from his, you always have been whenever confessing your more heart-felt feelings. 

“If you insist,” he says quietly, trapping your chin between his fingers to bring your eyes to meet his again. “But I think you’re the perfect one.”

You flush at his compliment, swatting his chest. He laughs, grabbing your fist to press a firm kiss to your knuckles. Zayne’s laugh fades when he stares at your hand, his brows furrowing for a moment.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, your own brows furrowing as you stare at your bare hand. There’s nothing on it, nothing of concern anyways.

“Ah,” Zayne clears his throat, giving you a smile, “it’s nothing.”

It’s strange. He can’t help but think your left hand looks oddly bereft in the light. 

Zayne thinks a ring would fix the problem. 

He dips his head, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips as he takes your hand, leading you out of his office, letting Yvonne know that he wouldn’t be available tomorrow.

Zayne drives you home, despite your insistence that you could drive instead, his head shaking sternly as he’d ushered you into the passenger’s side. You’re curled up in bed with him, blankets pulled up over both you, the heat cocooning you in. 

“Despite your Evol, you’re so warm,” you mumble drowsily, face pressed into his chest.

“That may be because of the blankets,” Zayne says, amused.

You scoff, but you don’t have it in you to come up with some witty remark, instead letting him play with your hair.

“I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow,” you slur, body relaxing further when he scratches your scalp gently.

“I want to spend the morning in bed with you,” he whispers, watching as your eyelids slip shut.

It’s only half the truth. Zayne does want to spend the morning in bed with you, but he also wants something… more.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You’re asleep when he whispers the words, his lips brushing your forehead.

It doesn’t matter. 

You’ll hear them properly when he gets down on one knee.

[rileyslibrary]

It’s lunchtime at the military base, and you can’t decide what to eat. Ghost is getting hangry.

———————————————————————

“It’s a simple question,” he says. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know, Lieutenant.”

“Are you hungry?” He asks and lifts his hands.

“Yes, sir.”

“What exactly are you hungry for?”

“I-I don’t know.”

He drops his arms to his sides and sits at the corner of his desk. He touches the back of his neck with one hand while supporting himself with the other.

“Every fucking day, you do this to me,” he murmurs. “If you don’t decide this time, I’ll go eat alone.”

“Oh! Is that so?” You squint and hunch forward at your desk.

“Yes!” He yells as he stands up and walks towards you. “Yes, I will. In fact, I would love to.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and your jaw drops. How dare he? You’d been teammates for years, sticking with him through thick and thin, never betraying him once. But now he...

“...Would love to?!”

“That’s right!” He snaps and slams his hands against your desk. “So, for the last time: What. Will. It. Be?”

You lean back in your chair and bite your pen while considering your options. Ghost’s gaze darts from you to the pen, then back. He groans and grabs the pen from your hand, tossing it to the side.

“Pens are off the menu today,” he declares, snapping his fingers, “I need an answer. Now.”

Dumfounded, you stare at the pen on the floor. If someone else had done this to you, you would have slapped them in the face. Worse, if he had watched anyone else treat you that way, he would have ripped their limbs off their body.

But he’s hangry. As insignificant as this conversation appears, he doesn’t handle his hunger with the same poise he handles other, more complex situations. Not only that, but your indecisiveness doesn’t help, either. You need to make a decision quickly, so you sit up straight and place your hands on the table.

“What are my options again?” you ask.

“Pizza or burger.” He replies sternly.

“I don’t want piz—”

“Burger it is, then,” he says with a nod. He knocks his knuckles twice on the desk and strides towards the office door.

“W-wait, Ghost, wait!”

He sighs and leans against the door, his hand on the handle.

“I don’t like the base’s burgers.” You mumble.

“Nobody likes the base’s burgers!” he yells. “But we still eat them!”

“I was wondering,” you say and lower your voice, “if there is another choice?”

He’s softly bashing his head against the door, and you try to persuade him that there should be a third option—a vegetarian meal, perhaps. In response, he begins making whimpering noises. He’s the one getting on your nerves now.

“You know what?” you snap, “I’ll go check by myself.”

He extends a hand in your direction and shows you his palm.

“No, no, no, no!” he cries. “You join the others in the queue, and the entire base will starve until you decide!”

You scoff at his sarcasm, and he opens the door.

“Listen,” he says, “I’ll go check and call you, okay?”

“LIEUTENANT!” you shout, but he slams the door behind him. You peek over at his desk. “You forgot your phone...” you murmur to yourself.

The lieutenant was a very cold man when you first met him. His responses were limited to yeses and nos with the occasional shrug, and he never joined you in everyday job activities, especially at lunchtime. You’d always eat alone in the mess hall, and if your breaks coincided with that of Gaz or Soap’s, you’d sit with them and eat lunch together. Ghost would normally sit in the office or hide in a corner around the base and eat since he didn’t want anyone to see him without his mask. But slowly, he came to trust you all with his face, and you’d eat together, locked in your office.

You look at the time. Given his hunger when he left, he should have returned five minutes ago. What if he gave up on you and is already eating with the rest? Sure, your indecisiveness annoys him, especially since he has to deal with it daily, but he’d never let you eat alone, right? On the other hand... he may be trying to teach you a lesson.

You take another glance at the time. This doesn’t feel right. You start cleaning up your desk to head for the kitchen, but someone knocks on the door.

“It’s open,” you announce, “come on in!”

“I’ve got my hands full.” You hear Ghost reply.

You walk up to the door and swing it open. Ghost stands there with a serving trolley full of dishes.

“Thanks,” he murmurs while he pushes the trolley inside the office.

“You forgot your phone!” you inform him.

“I didn’t forget it,” he says as he stops the trolley in front of your desk. “I’d rather put my bare hand in a fire and let it simmer than add a third option to your dilemma and let you decide while there’s a queue of starving soldiers behind me.”

He removes the plates from the trolley and arranges them on your desk. “Here’s the fucking pizza, the fucking shitburger, and the tofu version of the shitburger.”

He places another plate with five pizza slices on his desk. He removes his mask and immediately slaps a piece in his mouth.

“That’s a lot of food, Lt.,” you whisper, scanning the plates before you.

He turns his head towards you and keeps chewing. “Yeah,” he says, swallowing, “better have all the options in front of you than squeeze any reserve of patience I have left.”

You take a slice of pizza from your tray and bite into it.

He stares at you, raises his plate to the sky, and rambles about how “you didn’t want pizza before.” You clarify that, while you still don’t want pizza, it appears to be the best option among the three.

“However,” you continue, “I would murder for a good burger.”

He swallows and takes a second pizza slice from his plate.

“I know a place,” he explains. “We can go tonight.”

“Lieutenant, you smooth operator!” you tease, “like on a date?”

He nods and takes another mouthful. He doesn’t even bother looking at you. He’s too preoccupied with nourishing his massive body to worry about your mocking.

“What kind of a place is it?” You ask.

“It’s a shithole,” he says, “but it does the best burgers you’ve ever had.”

“So, what should I wear?”

He stops eating and aggressively shakes his head.

“Nuh-uh,” he says. “I won’t get involved in your woes again—I’ll give you the address, and you’ll be there at 8 p.m.”

“Are you going to email me the menu so I can decide what to eat ahead of time?”

He swallows and looks at you. “I wouldn’t worry about that,” he says, taking another bite.

“Why?”

“Because there’s no menu at my place.”

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[nebulaafterdark]

The Rats (Pt. 3)

Aegon ii x Velaryon(Strong)! Reader

Summary: Aegon attempts to make peace with Rhaenyra after being forced to usurp her throne. Lucerys’ death complicates things.

18+ ONLY, MDNI. Targcest, smut, angst, violence. S2 SPOILERS

Part 1 | Part 2

“With free reign of King’s Landing, Aemond will focus his attention on the occupation of bast-” Aegon’s face flushes bright red. “Harrenhal.” He corrects himself, “and the extermination of house Strong.”

“What did you call it?” Daemon arches a brow.

“Harrenhal,” Aegon repeats.

“Before that,” Daemon prods.

Aegon sighs, looking to his wife.

“Bastardhal.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“My brother’s term of endearment.” He explains, “a slip of the tongue.”

“Mmm,” Daemon hums. “Perhaps allegiance to your brother runs deeper than you let on.”

“I have left my siblings and abandoned my post to be here. I remain loyal to Rhaenyra’s claim and her line of succession. What else would you have me do?” Aegon scoffs.

“There are a number of things.”

“If you refuse to believe that Aegon is loyal to our queen, believe that he is loyal to me and I am loyal to my mother.” Y/N takes a protective step in front of her husband.

Daemon’s jaw ticks, frustrated and teetering near sanity’s edge. “You then, are responsible for his indiscretions.”

“I take full responsibility.” Y/N agrees, “he is here for me.”

“Perhaps he might further demonstrate his loyalty.”

“And how, do you suggest, I do that?” Aegon wonders.

“Deliver us your brother’s head on a platter.” Daemon sneers.

“Mother!”

“Am I wrong, Rhaenyra?” Daemon scoffs.

“That is enough!” The Queen slams her fist against the table. “Thank you, Aegon for the information you provided. We will coordinate with our army and send reinforcements to Harrenhal. We will send word to Cregan Stark-”

“By raven?”

“However I see fit, Daemon. Stay your hand.” Rhaenyra snaps. “You are all excused.”

Aegon is out the door just as swiftly.

Y/N flinches as it slams behind him.

Jacaerys remains stoic in the corner, saying nothing for a long while as his mother and step father begin bickering. “Sister,” he nods toward the hallway.

Y/N returns the gesture, following him out past the royal guards. “The nerve of him.” She is fuming as they begin strolling the grounds.

“That is Daemon.” Jacaerys breathes. “Pay him no mind.”

“It’s not as if I don’t want Aemond’s head. Luce is our brother, for the gods’ sake.”

Jace swallows, mouth set in a firm line. “He was our brother.”

Was…is he not anymore?

“In these dealings with Aemond, you must remember that killing him will not bring Luce back.”

“It would be even.”

“A son for a son was also even.” Her brother reminds her. “Your grievance with it hath brought you here.”

“I should have allowed the murder of a child?”

“I did not say that.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“What is even is not always right, I expect you know that by now.”

“Indeed.”

“Ravens will take too long.” Jacaerys laments, “but mother will not let us deliver messages anymore. It is a shame that our safety comes at the expense of other’s.”

Y/N draws in a steadying breath. “Pity.” She turns away, in the direction of her chambers. Aegon is waiting for her there, sipping from a pitcher of wine. “Did they not give you a cup, my darling?”

“Hmm,” Aegon hums into the container, “of course.” He lowers the pitcher from his mouth, “but this is faster.”

The princess puts a hand to her head.

“I am not a dog that’s been kicked, do not look at me that way. As if I am weak.”

“I love you and you are hurting.” Y/N sighs, “I do not know how else to look at you.”

Aegon mulls this over for a moment. “I did not mean to call it bastardhal.”

“I know that.”

“You are not a bastard.” He presses on, “I am sorry for ever calling you one.”

“You are forgiven.” It is nothing more than a word. It cannot harm her anymore.

“If no house would claim you, then I would.”

Y/N gives him a sad smile, “thank you, Aegon.”

“You think I jest? Or does it simply mean nothing coming from me?”

“It means everything coming from you,” Y/N takes a step toward him. “Forgive me if I have made it seem-”

“No,” Aegon shakes his head, “forgive me. I am lost in this. I mustn’t take my frustration out on you.”

Y/N cups his face in her hands. “If you are loved by no one, know you are loved by me.“

“Without you I have nothing.” He reaches a shaky hand out, stroking her hair, reverently. “I am nothing.”

She draws back, searching his eyes. “That is not true.”

“If you ask me to slay my brother, I will do it.” Aegon breathes.

Y/N presses her lips together. She had not asked, Daemon did. But Aegon does not bend to Daemon’s will, only hers.

“Please do not ask.” He murmurs with wide, sad eyes.

Y/N cannot stand to see him cry. It tears at the depths of her soul. She wraps her arms around him, “I will not ask.”

Aegon clings to her. “I would do it.”

“I know, my love.” Y/N presses kisses to the side of his face. She knows his sadness, the burden of being least loved by everyone else. Some part of him will always seek to win her approval, her affection… her love.

He is pawing at her then, at the laces of her dress. He does not know how to comfort her, nor himself. He knows how to bring pleasure so blinding it nearly drowns out the pain.

Y/N helps him remove his clothes, wrapping him up in her arms. “I love you.”

“As I love you.” He’s stumbling backwards then, hovering over her on the bed. Easing his cock into her.

She sighs, losing herself in the gentle rocking of his hips. There is no haste to reach their peak, taking what little comfort they can from each other.

It is not until his thumbs skate over her cheeks that Y/N realizes she is crying. Even here, on their marriage bed, there is no end to suffering. Only an end to loneliness.

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Y/N waits until Aegon is sleeping soundly to clamber from the warmth of his arms and dawn her riding gear. Dragonstone is quiet as she makes her way down to the dragon pit. Stormborn is nestled in beside Sunfyre, her light blue scales complement the golden hue of her companion.

“Where are you off to at this hour, your grace?” One of the keepers asks.

“I’m going to take Stormborn out for a bit of fresh air. The moon is beautiful this evening, don’t you agree?” Y/N smiles, tucking a bit of loose hair behind her ear.

“Indeed, Princess.” He eyes the sword, sheathed at her back.

“This is only a precaution,” Y/N lies, “we can never be too careful in these times.”

He nods, “I will saddle her.”

“Thank you, Marcelo.” Y/N nods, tugging on her riding gloves as she waits. Tapping at her wedding band, beneath the cool fabric.

“She is ready, your grace.”

“Thank you, again.” She says, climbing up onto Stormborn’s saddle.

“It is my great honor.” The man smiles, watching in wonder as the princess sets off across the sea.

Only a few torches are lit at the entrance of Harrenhal.

Y/N lands near the stone walkway, striding up to the tall hooded figure and ripping back his cloak.

Aemond turns to his assailant. “Y/N?”

“Take out your sword.” She demands.

“Lucerys death was a tragic mistake, a lapse in judgment I do not care to repeat.”

“I will not kill you with your back to me, I am no coward. You will face me, take out your sword.”

“For the sake of the gods, Y/N,” Aemond growls. “Do you aim so desperately to break my brother’s heart?”

“I will not allow the slaughter of innocent people. This ends here.”

“A brother for a brother it will be then, not a son for a son.” Aemond reluctantly withdraws his weapon.

Y/N charges him, in a blind rage, their blades meet, clanking together.

“You make a better sparring partner than most.” He draws his sword away, narrowly dodging her next attack.

“This is not a children’s game, I want your head!”

Aemond purrs, “you must earn it then.”

She sees red, swinging at him again, until his blade slices across her side and she has cut deep into the flesh of his leg. Bringing the Prince to his knees, with her sword at his neck.

“Do it,” Aemond insists, “you will not get another chance.” He stares up at her blade, dripping with his blood. The fear etched into her eyes, tresses of dark hair clinging to her sweat damp skin.

In this light, each of them resemble their brother.

The end Y/N desires is so near she can taste it, rising like bile in her throat. She chokes on it. “No.” She drops her blade from his neck, covering her aching side instead. “No.”

Aemond hangs his head. “I am sorry for that business with Luce. I lost my temper that day.”

“And I lost my…” No, she cannot say it, the pain is too great.

“Let me see your wound.” Aemond insists.

In her shock, Y/N obeys.

He tears across the bottom of his cloak, knotting the material firmly around her torso. Unbothered by her hissing protest. “This will hold until you reach Dragonstone. Go to Aegon, he will tend you.”

“You must leave this place.”

“You have my word.”

“And you must leave King’s Landing.”

Aemond smirks, “where would I go?”

“Anywhere.” Y/N suggests, “take Helaena and your children. We both know, she is too kind to bear the weight of the crown and our blood. Take her away so she might be happy…and free.”

“Do you not wish to be free from the weight of the crown?”

Y/N hesitates for a long moment. “I am the crown. I am my mother’s heir, her only daughter. I cannot abandon her, she has lost too much.”

Aemond swallows, “very well. Helaena will write you. You and my brother might visit, once we’re settled.”

“Perhaps we will.” She will never forgive him for Lucerys. They will never be as they were before Storm’s End. “You are my husband’s brother and husband of my dearest friend.”

“I am also your brother’s murderer. A title that trumps all, despite your best intentions. You are good, and kind, but human all the same.”

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“Aegon.”

“Hmm?” He reaches for his wife, blindly, stroking a hand over her dark waves. “What have you done to your hair, darling girl?” He grumbles, “it is awfully coarse.”

Jace bats Aegon’s hands away. “My sister is gone, you buffoon. Get your clothes on.”

“Jacaerys?” Aegon springs up, covering himself with the top sheet. “What are you doing?”

“Y/N is missing. The dragon handlers informed me that she left on Stormborn nearly two hours ago. Sunfyre has been yowling ever since.”

“Alert your mother,” Aegon demands, “raise the guard. Who on earth let the heir to the throne take a dragon from the pit in the middle of the night?”

“She is a princess, not a prisoner.” Jace reminds him, “I have a hunch as to where she went.”

“Harrenhal.” Aegon begins tugging on his clothes. The little brat bedded him and snuck off; again. “She will be a prisoner upon her return. I tire of these games.”

“You mustn’t be so harsh, my sister would go to the ends of the earth for you.”

“Yet she will not stay with me.” Aegon steps into his boots. “Surely she loves me so dearly that she flees at every opportunity.”

“Do not see it that way.” Jace sighs.

“I have no other way to see it.” Their chamber door swings open, revealing the woman in question.

“Aegon,” Y/N chokes. The blinding rush of battle is gone, leaving only her pain.

“Leave us,” Aegon waves a dismissive hand at his nephew.

“Y/N,” Jacaerys looks to his sister instead.

“I am well, brother.”

“You are bleeding.”

Y/N glances down at her wound, “perhaps you might go quietly to the maester and request milk of the poppy?”

“The maester should tend you,” he argues.

“Aegon will tend me, tis but a scrape.” Y/N insists.

Her brother squares his shoulders. “Very well, I will be back.”

“Thank you, brother.” Y/N forces a smile as Jace exits the door.

“What happened?” Aegon demands, squinting into the dim light as his wife stands before him, in her riding gear.

“I could not do it.” Y/N curses her own weakness. “I went to Aemond, I stopped him from taking Harrenhal and I let him go.”

Aegon shifts her garments aside to reveal the damage. A long bleeding gash, beneath her ribs. “Aemond did this to you?” He sits her down on the foot stool, pacing in the small space before it.

“We dueled,” Y/N admits. “I made my mark on him as well.”

“Gods be good.” Aegon breathes.

“If Daemon catches word of this-”

“You are injured. That is where my interests lie, not in the folly of men.” Aegon seethes.

“He has already condoned the murder of children. Helaena’s children, of all people. What will he do if he hears of this?”

Aegon passes a hand over his face. “Surely we cannot leave the wound open like that, it will fester.”

“I know,” Y/N nods. “We must seal it up, with a heated blade. We can do it here, no one need know.” She reaches for his cup on the dresser, chugging the foul liquid down for some relief.

“You’re asking me to…” his eyes dart to his dagger, abandoned near his boots. “No.”

“Aegon.”

“I can’t.”

“It will be quick,” she reasons. “It will scar, but it is on my side, you will not look upon it often.”

“That is what you’re concerned with,” Aegon snaps, “of all things, you think I care about the scar it will leave? That I might frown upon an imperfection?”

“I-”

“You are maddening.”

“I am sorry. I do not wish to fight.”

“It is unavoidable from what I’ve heard. Marriage causes strife and disagreements.”

“Not ours,” Y/N insists, “you are the only person who understands me.”

“I do not understand why you would put yourself in danger.”

“For you.” Y/N tells him. “So you would not have to choose between your wife and your brother.”

“I would choose you, imbecile.”

Y/N bares her teeth. “I couldn’t let you.”

“Why?”

“Because you are mine, Aegon! I protect what is mine.”

In the way of the dragon. And that, Aegon understands very well.

“Here it is,” Jace returns with milk of the poppy.

“Thank you,” Aegon takes the gauntlet, bringing it to his wife’s lips. “Drink all of it.” He demands.

“Is there anything more I can do?” The other man asks.

“Rest the blade of my dagger over the fire until it glows red, then bring it to me.”

Jace nods.

“First, might you find something for her to bite down on. Leather works best.” Aegon purses his lips, “bring me my belt.” One of them is still etched with her teeth markings from Laenor’s birth. He’s delivered two of their children, surely he can do this.

Jacaerys rushes to the armchair beside the bed, tugging Aegon’s belt free and placing it on the foot stool beside his sister.

Y/N curls her fingers around the harsh material. Her vision has doubled, swaying from side to side.

“Are you going to faint?” Aegon catches her face between his hands.

“I feel fine,” Y/N slurs.

Aegon taps her chin. “That is good, my dearest love. I am going to remove your shirt.” He eases the material over her head, leaving only the bindings to cover her breasts.

“The blade is ready,” Jacaerys calls, from the fire place.

“Open.” Aegon tugs at her bottom lip with his thumb until her jaw goes slack, taking the leather belt from her clenched fist and placing the strap between her teeth. “Bite.”

Y/N clamps her teeth around it.

“Good girl.”

Jacaerys approaches, handling the instrument with care.

“You will hold me around the waist, you are not to let go until I say.” Aegon instructs, waiting until she is wrapped around him in an awkward sort of hug. “There you go.” He pats her head before taking the dagger from her brother. He offers no additional warning before lying the blade flat across the expanse of her wound. The cut is a clean one, without jagged edges.

Y/N lets out a muffled cry.

“Shh,” he hushes her, holding the heat to her skin for just a moment more before tossing the dagger away. Gingerly withdrawing the belt from her teeth. Resting his forehead against hers as whimpers settle to deep breathing. “Are you alright?”

Y/N nods.

“If you dare leave me again, Gods help me, I will shackle you to my side.”

Y/N strokes a hand over the side of his face. “Yes, Aegon.”

“I do not jest.”

Part 4

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[katszumi]

Studying with bakugo is almost NEVER studying with bakugo. The mf can yell at you to pay attention all he wants but a few seconds of it and you’re already back to yapping about the latest drama. Drawing little doodles on your paper (and a few on his) while you tell him about how kuroiro finally confessed to Komori from class 1b, and although he doesn’t like to admit it he’s paying more attention to your yapping then his studying. (Your the only person who can do that)

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“did you hear about kuroiro’s confession today?” you asked. you were laid on bakugou’s room floor, your notebook wide open with a few math equations along with a dozen of doodles.

you just asked him another silly question, one of the countless ones that you’ve already made in a hour.

bakugou already knew that you were a sociable person from the way you find a new person to talk to everyday, but he didn’t expect you to be this talkative.

truth be told, you’ve talked more than you have actually studied. which was the main reason why you had come to his room at nearly eight o’clock at night, close to his bedtime.

he only accepted the late study session was because the other reason for you to come was so he could speak with you privately. this was the best way he could do it secretly without being found out.

bakugou looked up from his textbook, directly at you. “no. not that i even care about that stuff anyway.”

your chin rested in the palm of your hand, silently drumming your fingers against your cheek.

“it’s hilarious though, cmon!” you pleaded with a small smile on your face.

“we’re supposed to be studying, y/n. did you forget that you didn’t exactly ace that test?” he rhetorically asked.

you pursed your lips together in a thin line, looking away from bakugou and back onto your textbook. you were dumb enough to even think you could gossip with bakugou.

he offered to help you study, not to bond more as friends clearly.

you picked up your pencil and began to write the equation that was written in the hardbook next to you.

hearing that there was no response from you, bakugou internally began to slightly panic. it was never like you to just shut up so easily. he couldn’t help but come to the conclusion that he came off too rude.

it’s not that he didn’t want to hear you speak, he just didn’t want to make his crush on you so obvious. he was trying so hard to be his normal self which was much harder towards you than he thought.

bakugou placed his textbook down, leaning back into the palm of his hands behind him. “what did that extra do?”

almost immediately, you released the pencil that was in your hand and made eye contact with the ruby eyed male in front of you. a smile tugged on your lips, one that bakugou couldn’t help but think was so fuckin’ cute.

“he made her a bouquet of mushrooms, because you know, her whole mushroom quirk thing. he tried to give it to her discreetly but someone walked past and made it a whole big deal.” you described. “honestly, i feel bad cause i think they’re both kinda shy. they probably didn’t want that attention.”

bakugou unknowingly listened to every word of yours, feeling himself being drawn into you. what was it about your voice that made it so compelling for him?

if it were anyone else like stupid shitty hair or raccoon eyes, he’d shut it down immediately, not caring about a single word they had to say about it.

but, he found it a little more difficult than usual to refuse when it came to you.

he snickered. “public confession? what a romcom move of him.”

you looked back down, noticing bakugou’s blank paper. out of boredom, you grasped onto his notebook. you started to doodle on the small square in the upper left corner; a couple of hearts, stars, dots to make it less bland.

“i think it was sweet. it’s hard to confess already, but to do it in front of an audience? takes guts honestly.”

bakugou watched you draw on his paper. he felt a little jump in his heart, some part of him liking the fact that you took initiative to add your own touch to something of his.

something so stupid. so small. but he couldn’t help but feel a tad giddy.

bakugou sat upright, gulping nothing but his own saliva. “is that something you would like?”

at first, bakugou curses at himself. why would he ask something like that? something that could definitely give away his small crush on you. but he remained his same stone-cold look.

you looked up at bakugou, noticing his eyes softening slightly before returning to their original position.

you thought about it long before responding. “nah. don’t think that’s something i’d really prefer. i’d like a simple confession with just the two of us.” you described.

it seemed a little weird to you that you were casually speaking of your own relationship preference with bakugou, but you tried your hardest not to think too much about it.

you assumed he was only trying to make small talk.

“good.” again, with bakugou’s one worded response. even though he didn’t add more to his sentence, his eyes lingered with yours. as if he was deciding something or carefully analyzing you. but it was a different look. not a competitive, angry look. but rather a tender look. one you have never seen bakugou wear, ever.

suddenly, he looked away, back onto his textbook. you seemingly didn’t mind considering the small tingle you were receiving in your face.

bakugou looked over his shoulder, begging to anyone even the gods above to remove the deep-set blush that was occurring on his face.

the male cleared his throat. “alright, let’s fuckin’ study. gossipin’ and yappin’ won’t help you get a better damn test score.” he chose the defensive route to move on.

you silently agreed with a nod. but, your mind goes back to the thought that you successfully just gossiped with the katsuki bakugou. the one that’s listed to only care about being the number one hero.

you bit the inside of your cheek to hide a smile as you tapped your pencil against your notebook.

just now, a kaleidoscope of butterflies slipped through the cracks of your stone wall, entering your stomach, and began to harvest a life within that had bakugou’s name branded on it.