#And that background is so so pretty my GOSH

[warriorstale001]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

THAT'S MY CHILDHOOD COMING BACK OUT OF NOWHERE!!! LAYTON I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD?!?!? Cries and screams in so many memories resurfacing.

I know this isn't Undertale but please people let me have this you have NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS SERIES MEANS TO ME AAAAAHHHHH-

SCREAMING AND CRYING AND THROWING UP ABOUT THIS RN

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Princess Lily

[shy-sapphic-ace]

I JUST FINISHED CARDCAPTOR SAKURA WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH NY LIFE NOW 😭💕

[lovinglin]

🎵 It's been raining in Manila, hindi ka ba nilalamig?

Got this GORGEOUS piece from @mebssann AND LET ME TELL YOU THE WAY I SCREAMED OVER HOW PRETTY IT IS AAAA 🥹😭😭‼️

Literally brought my idea to life so beautifully... LIKE, SERIOUSLY- MY SILLIES LOOK SO DARLING IN HER STYLE 💖💕 her art is absolutely so worth checking out and commissioning 😭🫶💕

[badolmen]

Supermassive games made something that was almost perfect and then decided to make several much worse things before reeling it back to something decent that makes the same damn mistake the first game made without any of the first game’s charm and cleverness to make up for it. Like you’ve had the time to figure out this professional video game thing maybe you should start acting like it lol

[twistedroseytoesy]

OH HECK YA!! Look at those pretty colors! The poses and the GLOW!!! It’s all so pretty!! Also love the little shrimpy that azuls got.

Octavinelle baby~☆

[yandere-sins]

Imagine getting isekai’ed into otome game as a background character, watching the main character going down routes as you live your peaceful, mundane life, but you’ve unknowingly been going down a route as well, a route for a hidden character that you didn’t discover during your time playing the game.

That character being the reason the game has a dark content warning.

Gosh anon, that idea is so good!!!! I didn't know it would tickle all the right places in my brain, but when I started I couldn't stop lol. Love it, thank you for sending it in ♥

If this had one of these super long titles that are tmi it would be:

I got Isekai'ed into an Otome Game as a Background Character and now I Have to Finish It with the Secret Yandere Love Interest!!

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A serene smile spread over your lips as you watched the two lovebirds in the corner of your coffee shop.

Swirling the milk into a cup, it created a little white heart surrounded by foamy coffee, its aroma drifting into your nose. Had someone told you that the little things like a cup of coffee made with love and care were enough to give you the peace of mind you always wanted in your previous life, you would have laughed at them. For you, it had always been the hustle, the making money, finding a partner, and creating a family. Make everyone proud while being successful, whether it costs you nights of sleep or days without proper meals. But looking at yourself now, it all seemed so far away now, and you let out a content sigh before setting down the cup in front of the customer at the bar. 

"You seem happy today," your regular at the counter noted, picking up the cup and taking a moment to appreciate the aroma just like you had. A smile sneaked onto their lips, too, after they took a sip, and you couldn't help but feel your heart swell with pride and happiness when they gave you a satisfied nod. 

"I am! I'm really getting accustomed to my new life here, it's... been a while since I've been so content."

The truth behind everything that happened to you was something you couldn't speak about lightly. Not when it turned the life you knew upside down, leaving you to start over completely. One day you were an employee of a well-known company, responsible for sales and reports and everything stressful. And the next, you were in your favorite, cozy video game, running the coffee shop the main character liked to visit with all the romance options in the game.

Isekai was the genre that came to mind when you thought about your situation. Luckily you were spared the memories of your death in the real world, the circumstances blurry as you barely remembered going home late from work, only to wake up in this very different universe. Perhaps you were just comatose, and this was a dream. Still, by now, you had managed to slip into your role as the barista of the small coffee shop, a barely mentioned background character, just fine.

Your eyes jumped back to the couple in the corner, giggling and teasing each other over a group project, and you felt an immense relief you weren't reincarnated as the main protagonist and had to go through the years of studying and trying to establish connections with the love interests again. You already did that in your old life, and it wasn't as romantic and fun as the game made it out to be. You only played it because it got your mind off things, the art was pretty, and it had the exact amount of cozy time management you needed to relax. But living as the main character in it? No, thank you!

"Jealous?" your regular teased, and you chuckled, shaking your head. They tapped their—now empty—cup, and you took it from them, replacing it with some water until you had the next cup of coffee ready for them.

"I just think it's cute. I never had someone so interested in me they'd take me out for coffee and share their cake with me when I was younger."

Your words tasted a little bitter on your tongue. Still, you genuinely couldn't wish for anything but the main character's happiness. It was just the feeling of being loved, desired, and wanted that you missed, even though your new life was more than satisfactory despite you feeling a little lonely sometimes.

"Well, it's never too late to start," they chuckled, taking up their fork and cutting off the tip of their strawberry shortcake, including the big chunk of strawberry on top, picking it up and holding it out towards you. 

"Oh, I wouldn't dare--"

"I insist! As thanks for the amazing coffee every time I come here."

Nudging your lips with their fork, you let out an awkward chuckle. It was okay, right? They wouldn't sue you for eating the cake they paid for, would they? This was just a silly little game. What could go wrong with you accepting their kindness?

Opening your lips, you let them feed you the cake, taking a moment to let the sweet and fruity notes mix with the fluffy whip cream before you were sent straight to heaven. Not to toot your own horn, but your baking skills had improved so much since you started working at the shop. Who knew you had that in you?

Occupied with the moment of bliss as you let the cake flavor mix in your mouth, you hummed happily before devoting yourself back to making the coffee with a smile on your face. Unaware of your regular fixating on the fork you had just eaten from, staring at it like it was some strange artifact. Your phone dinged softly in its drawer, and you checked it briefly to see the notification pinging up, saying, "Achievement unlocked: Cake-Master - Provide the most delicious cake to your customers."

"Excuse me!" the main character called out to you, stepping up to the counter, and you directed your attention to her, ignoring the little game notification you've been receiving since starting your new life here, the love interest not far away before the two began fighting over who was going to pay the bill this time lovingly. Of course, the love interest won, but you wouldn't have expected it any other way. Seeing the blush on the main character's face after her romance option told her he'd "always take care" of her made you grin like a little fan, and you cheered them on in your head. 

By the time you returned to your regular, their knuckles had gone white with how hard they were gripping the fork in their hand, their eyes following the couple who was about to leave. For a moment, it made you wonder if they had a crush on either of them, their sweet interaction surely uncomfortable if that was the case. But you didn't remember there being a jealousy scene in the game. You'd know, almost playing it 100% before your death. There apparently was a secret route you never got but were trying your hardest to achieve. Now you were left to wonder what it entailed.

But the second you returned, they looked up at you, expression softening and the tension disappearing, and you chalked it up to having witnessed a cringe moment that they had gotten so awkward. "Thank you for the cake, that was really nice of you! Do you want another fork?" you asked and were met with a headshake and a smile. 

They quickly began eating their cake and complimenting your baking skills, stroking your growing ego when they rubbed their belly. 

"I never had a cake that good!" they proclaimed, and you laughed out loud, overjoyed that you had made them so happy. 

"Say..." they suddenly spoke up again, leaning on the counter and watching you with gentle eyes. Your heart set out for a second, tension rising as you didn't know what they were going to ask. Ever since you opened the coffee shop, the main character, love interests, and this regular had come by constantly. If you were honest, you enjoyed their visits more and more. Their presence felt like it belonged here with you, and you were a part of something bigger after all, washing away the small, lonely part of you. 

And maybe... just maybe... this was how your happy end would play out.

"Are you this nice to every customer?"

Halting your movements, you set aside the brew head that you used on the espresso machine, despite having to clean it, thinking about your answer for a moment. It was a strange question to ask someone who worked in customer service. Still, you appreciated your regular, so you didn't want to give them a snarky answer.

"Uhm, well, I am just trying to make everyone feel welcome! But of course, it's a bit different with my regulars! After all, they come here often, like a second family. So I guess I'm a bit nicer because you really get to know and appreciate these people that stay to chat and tell stories."

"I see," they muttered. "Family, huh..."

After that, you suddenly were swamped with sudden orders, excusing yourself to fulfill them, chatting and laughing with even the people that were just passing by. Maybe you really were just nice? Perhaps this new environment had made you more relaxed and gentle than the harsh world you lived in, and it was showing? But their question was shoved into the back of your mind as you kept fulfilling orders and earning your keep.

Once the rush was over, you returned to your regular, only to find their seat empty. Strange, you thought. You could have sworn that you felt their eyes on you the whole time you were away, but luckily, they didn't walk out on their tab, leaving the money and a folded-up napkin beneath their empty cup for you to find. You quickly stored away the bills, trusting your regular with knowing what they had to pay after so many weeks of the same order.

You were about to throw away their napkin when you noticed some red marks on them, unwrapping the paper to find a note scribbled in what you had to assume was ink. 

"You're so beautiful when you laugh."

The surprise wore off quite fast, and you smiled, thinking nothing of it but that it was a nice compliment from your regular. Still, you ended up throwing the napkin away—not knowing if it was dirty, after all—taking the coffee cup and plate to the sink to clean them, overseeing the red tip on the fork that was too dark to be from the strawberry.

The rest of your day was uneventful, and by the time you were closing, you were tired and ready to tug in for the night, wrapping up your business at the shop quickly before walking home. You didn't have a chance to look at your phone since you glanced at the achievement notification, so you took it out, startled when you saw a dozen new messages. 

Achievement unlocked: Happy new life - Be content with your new life

Achievement unlocked: A fork for two! - Share a fork with someone special

Achievement unlocked: Jealousy - Make someone special jealous

Achievement unlocked: Soothing - Calm someone special down with your presence

Achievement unlocked: Family - Have someone be moved by your words

Achievement unlocked: The nicest person in town - Be beloved by all, but especially by someone special

Achievement unlocked: Blood in the cup - Have someone hurt themselves at your coffee shop

Achievement unlocked: Wonder-Barista - Complete twenty orders in less than thirty minutes

Achievement unlocked: Strange compliment - Receive a compliment through unusual means

Achievement unlocked: Blooming infatuation - Have someone special fall in love with you

Achievement unlocked: Shop-Pro! - Close the shop twenty times after making a profit from your work

Achievement unlocked: Tired - Hard workers deserve to relax

You blinked a few times, surprised by what you were reading and a little weirded out by some of these achievements. They gave you some extra coins in your shop till and reputation with the townspeople, so you usually didn't mind them. But to say some of their descriptions were weird was an understatement. You couldn't even remember someone getting hurt at your workplace that day.

By the time you reached your apartment, you decided to ignore the strange notifications and just let the day come to an end with a hot bath and your favorite show. But you were startled when your phone suddenly began ringing loudly, even though you had turned off the sound back at the coffee shop after the first notification. The first messages that appeared before you were more achievements, and you stopped turning the key in your door as you read them.

Achievement unlocked: Follower - Have someone special follow you home

Achievement unlocked: Welcome home! - Arrive at home, not alone

Achievement unlocked: Wherever you go, I'll be watching you - Ɨ ΔΜ ΔŁŴΔ¥Ş ŴΔŦĆĦƗŇǤ ¥ØỮ

Lifting your head, you looked around you, glancing over your shoulder and into the courtyard below. No one was out; everyone was at home eating dinner and occupied with their lives. Confused, you swiped all the notifications away before another pop-up appeared.

ALERT! You're about to enter X's route. Do you want to continue?

> Yes > No

Panicked at this point, you pressed "No," but nothing happened. You kept tapping it repeatedly, not understanding what was happening with your phone. But nothing changed, the notification staying in place. The sound of something breaking inside your apartment tore your focus away from your phone, startling you. 

You must have finally managed to close it, the pop-up disappearing just as you unlocked the door to your apartment, still having held on to the key when you were surprised by the sound. Darkness and silence greeted you from inside, everything seemingly normal.

Majorly confused, you shook your head, slowly entering the hallway leading inside. "Hello?" you called out, reaching for the light switch. The light flickered on, and... there was no one. Holding your breath, no sound reached your ears, and you groaned, realizing you got freaked out about... nothing. 

This wasn't some kind of horror game, and the story never had a murder-solving subplot. True, the ratings for it were kind of strange—it being rated as 18+ on the website—but seriously, what should happen in a cozy little city like the one the game played in? You didn't even think they had a police station here.

Pushing off your shoes as you shrugged off the weird feeling from before, you walked up the hallway to your living room, turning on the light before coming to an abrupt halt. There were broken pieces of glass underneath your living room window, but what really freaked you out came into view only when you lifted your head. You could look into the mirror of your cabinet door from your position, red marker dripping from it as if someone had hastily scribbled on it just seconds ago. You weren't sure it was a pen anymore, judging by its deep red color and the fluidity of it.

"𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺"

Your phone pinged.

Achievement unlocked: 

On the Highway to Hell - Unlock the secret route

[pixelscutz]

JJK MEN'S PUNISHMENTS ˖ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

warnings : basically jst all smut,, p in v,, unprotected sex,, bondage, handcuffs,, blindfolds,, etc etc .. MDNI, MA !

ft - megumi,, itadori,, gojo,, nanami

gojo --

“teehee, i’m exicteddd!” gojo squeals as he ties the remainder of your leg to the headboard. “i think i’m going to use the blindfold too, just for good measure.”

“Excuse me?! Isn’t this enough?!” you gasp, trying to get comfortable under the restraints. “this is so useless, i swear, after i’m untied i’m going to pull a curse on you.”

Gojo snorts while picking up a simple black blindfold, “you wouldn’t be able to.”

“Why is that?”

“because by the time i’m done with you, you won’t even be able to remember your own name.” the sentence stung you a bit, as you let out a low gasp as he chuckles. “stay still.” gojo whispers and he slips the blindfold onto your head. 

“i hate you.” 

“yeah that’s the last straw, i’m gonna tape your mouth shut.” 

“no, no i’m sorry!” you squeak as you hear more shuffling going on in the background. 

“no warnings, you need this as a punishment.” he whispers lustfully into your right ear. Gosh if only you would be able to see him. All of a sudden you feel a hot liquid being dropped onto your stomach making you whimper loudly. “what..” you feel the hot liquid being dropped onto your stomach, slowly going up to your breasts leaving slight burn marks. Squealing, gojo puts a finger over your mouth. “Hush.” 

oh my fucking god, it’s candle wax. you realize as you feel something enter into you, worried you ask softly “what.. Is in me?” which makes gojo laughs. “my dick darling, feel good?” you moan in response, with a look of pure bliss on your face which leads gojo to thrust into you even harder, making you grasp onto the restraints. 

“yeah you like that?” he grunts in between thrusts, “you like being published? for being a bad girl?” you whimper in response, which makes gojo slow down. 

“why, why did you stop?” you ask.

“give me a answer. you like being used like a slut?” 

“y-yes!” 

“good..” he grins as he grasps onto your hips and beings thrusting again. “now, shut your mouth so i can fuck this pretty little pussy.”

megumi --

“well?” megumi says in a low voice, huffing. “I thought i told you to take your panties and sit o my fucking lap. Nodding slowly, you slip off your clothes and move near him, and as soon as you are within arms reach, he grabs your hips, manhandling you easily. a deep shudder goes through you as you feel his boner grow harder and harder. “shit, i forgot you're so big..” you mutter quietly as megumi brings a hard impact slap coming down onto your ass. 

smack! 

a pathetic moan leaves your mouth, leaving you shocked. “huh?!” you say as another harsh slap comes down onto you. 

smack!

“Listen here now,” he says in a low voice, “I have full control over you, correct?”

smack!

you nod quickly, pursing your lips together as he continues to smack your ass. 

smack! 

“I can't believe you.” 

smack! 

“getting drunk in front of all of my friends? 

smack!

“begging me to fuck you in public?

smack! 

“telling me to fuck off when i denied your dumb request.”

smack! smack! smack! 

by the time megumi lets out all of his anger onto your poor ass, he lets go of his harsh grip from your hips. 

“Now get your ass onto that bed. I know you are soaking wet from your.. punishment.”

itadori --

usually, yuji likes you to be the dominant one, but when you decided to go roam around at 11pm without him and ended up getting caught up in some trouble, he definity needed to teach you a lesson.

“get your ass on the bed rn y/n. i’m not playing.” since your respond with a light giggle he grabs your ass and flips you onto the bed, ass up. 

“huh?” you yelp, shocked at the sudden movement, and instead of responding itadori pulls off your skirt roughly and gives a hard SMACK!

“be quiet. I need to teach you a lesson.” instead of taking things slowly you suddenly feel a loud thrust rustle through your body. gripping onto the sheets, you cry out his name, mainly out of shock and pure pleasure causing him to thrust even harder into you, leaving wet and sloppy kisses onto your back. Waves of ecstasy flows through the both of you, the loud clapping sounds echoing through the room, mixed with your moans and his grunts. 

“h-hm? You like-like it right? Being used like a.. fuck.. like a little cumslut!” he gasps and he suddenly grips onto your ass tighter as you suddenly feel something warm and goopy seep into you. thinking he would end right there.. oh no you were so wrong as you suddenly feel his grip on you tighten again.

nanami --

You never thought as nanami as the jealous type, he was also a gentleman.. but here you are, tied up onto the bed, the tight force of the handcuffs cutting off your blood circulation. Whimpering pathetically, you look up to nanami, his eyes meet yours, full of lust and unnecessary happiness. 

biting your bottom lip, you whisper “really? you seem to be enjoying this a lot more than you should..” 

“well, you did hug him.” 

“oh my gosh, i’m telling you he’s just a friend, love.”

“mhm..”  he listens, “seems like a.. what do they call it? oh yeah, an excuse, wow, i never expected one to come out of my wife’s mouth.” 

“are you going to let me go if I say sorry?” 

“don’t talk back.” he rasps, “i need to make sure you don’t do that again.”

“by..?” 

“by doing this.” he says, a slow smile spreading onto his face as he climbs on top of you, his muscles being highlighted by the bright light. “what a pretty sight, wow, you really have outdone yourself.” he says, getting your boob a firm squish. Instead of slowly pushing his cock inside of you, a strong thrust vibrates throughout your body, making you leave a loud unplanned scream. “good girl, keep making sounds like that.” he whispers, burning his neck onto your collarbone. His thrusts become faster and rougher by the minute, making sure to let you feel the pain. you cry his name loudly, wishing you could scratch into his shoulders to help you find balance. The sounds of your moans and his pants fill the room, as his cock becomes covered entirely by your soaking wet pussy. 

he was filling you up so well, hitting all the right spots, leaving you whimper under him frantically, begging for more. “please- uh.. fuck- please more..”

“uh-huh..” he rasps quietly, clearly taking your command well as his thrusts become more frantic as his hips jolt onto your ass, gosh he’s fucking delicious. “you want me to come into you?” 

“yes- gosh.. please-” you groan, grasping onto the restraints, wishing you would be able to push him in even harder. 

“fuck- gonna cum- baby. urgh..” he says as your insides tighten around him, making him pant even heavier, with you joining in, screaming. Soon enough his hot seed drips into your insides, leaving you warm and satisfied while learning a new lesson. 

p a r t 2 s o o n . . ?

[chlorinecake]

am in love w ur work<3 can u do an enha x reader ff, where they're dating a very feminine y/n who's also insecure? yk like them comforting y/n etc etc?

「 𓍯𓂃 A 𝒢UIDE TO OVERCOMING YOUR INSECURITIES 」

──── 🪽 𓂃 𓈒 step one: date 1 / 7 members of 엔하이픈

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𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 for my melanated queens; “God, I look terrible in this picture,” you sighed miserably at the couple photo before you, zooming in closer on your screen to get a better look. “I'm literally lost in the background…”

“Let me see,” your boyfriend offered, bracing himself behind you as he peered over your shoulder. “Baby… you look beautiful here, what’re you talking about?” He practically chuckled, somewhat humored that you thought the picture was bad when it was clearly fine.

“I’m talking about my complexion,” you sighed, shutting off your phone out of frustration, “Maybe we should only go on dates when it’s sunny outside so I don’t look like a shadow next to you by time we take a picture…” That's when Heeseung felt his heart drop at your words, pouty lips partingas he asked, “Why would you say such a thing, ____? I love how healthy your complexion looks…”

“I know, but—”

“No buts,” he interrupted, walking from behind you and guiding your chin towards his. “Did someone say something to make you feel this way, love?” You struggled to meet his sincere doe eyes as your own weak ones were on the verge of tears.

With a crack in your voice, you finally spoke, “No, Heeseung… I’ve always felt this way, I just never said anything til now…”

“And are those insecurities motivated by your own standards or by what society has poisoned you to believe?”

You got quiet at his question, knowing deep down that you never had an issue with your skin color and that it was something the world had made you feel...

“Look at your beautiful hands in mine,” he continued, shattering your inner thoughts as he drew your attention to his hands holding yours. “Please don’t think your skin color is something we need to work around… especially not for a silly picture…”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling your stomach flutter as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a loving kiss to your wrist. “So,” you started in a soft voice, his gentle eyes looking back up at you, “can I at least delete the picture then?”

“Fine,” Heeseung smiled through a complying breath, wiping the moisture from the corner of your eye with his thumb, “but only because I’m planning a date for us to take more photos later…”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 for the frequent bad hair days; “Gosh, this is why I need to go bald one day,” you sulked, tossing your hairbrush to the ground in a fit of exhaustion, “otherwise, I'll never be able to make my hair look right...”

“It looks pretty to me, baby,” Jay smiled upon meeting you in the bathroom, the frustrated clatter of your hair products having caught his attention. “What style are you going for anyways?” Your boyfriend hugged you from behind, placing a tender kiss to the crown of your head.

Reaching for your phone that sat on the bathroom vanity, you showed it to Jay. “Here’s the reference picture,” you sighed, feeling yourself calm down slightly as he held you in his arms, “I just have so many fly-aways today that the gel won’t even hold them in place...”

Jay's eyes scanned your reflection in the mirror, comparing it back and forth to the reference photo, “Easy fix, princess. We’ll just have to buy better products.”

“But it’s not just that… my split ends—”

“Then I’ll schedule you an appointment at the salon today…”

Your shoulders fell at your boyfriend's words. You knew he was only trying to make things better, but you still felt insecure. “Hey, look at me ____,” he whispered, voice light as a feather as he caressed your side, “my girl always deserves the best... especially if it’ll make her feel better about herself… got it?”

A smile spread across your face as Jay's fingers playfully tickled your waist.

In reality, no, you couldn’t get your hair right every time, but the hair you had suited you best, and simply required a little more tender love and care…

“Sooo, no salon date today?” He asked, watching your features.

You scoffed at his question, “No, we’re definitely still going… I’ll just make sure to embrace my natural hair this time.”

“And as you should, baby,” Jay smirked, kissing you one last time before his hands left your side, “I’ll go get the car keys...”

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 for the curvy girls; “Whatchya lookin' for?” Jake asked from the bed, watching as you searched through your shared drawers for anything big enough to swamp your entire body. “I’m too big for all of my clothes now, so I need to find something that's large but still cute...”

“Oh...” your boyfriend's voice trailed off as he got out of bed to meet you on the floor. “That’s why I always let you wear my hoodies, baby. Here,” he offered, pulling the white hoodie over his head and revealing a bit of his toned stomach before he shimmyied the oversized hoodie over your head. “So... can I cuddle with my adorable girlfriend all day like we planned now?”

You blushed slightly at his compliment, taking Jake's hand in yours as he helped you up from the ground, “Yes, but only if you promise not to put your hands on my stomach like you usually do...”

His eyes widened at your odd request, “I thought you liked it when I cuddled your tummy?”

He pulled you against his chest, but the physical contact only made you squirm with discomfort, “Please don’t call it that, baby…” The words left your mouth with such pain, his heart sinking at the sad look that washed over your features…

“I don’t get it ____, what’s going on?” Your boyfriend pressed with concern, releasing you from his hold to simply hold your hands.

“It's not like you'd understand where I’m coming from anyways...”

He frowned at your words, just as you watched with weak eyes while he pulled out a top from your drawer, holding it before your eyes. “You see this? You’re not too big for your clothes, but your clothes are too small for you…”

“Yea, but I used to be able to fit all of those…” You sulked in defense.

“And your body is just going through a normal change and has granted you with gorgeous curves… all we have to do now is accommodate for them..”

You thought on his words for a moment, a feeling of guilt washing over you after you realized you'd snapped on him earlier when he was only trying to help.

He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, pulling you back into his warmth before whispering, “Please, be more kind to your body, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded with a sniffle, tightening your arms around him.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 for the giggles often hidden behind one’s palm; You and Sunghoon were sitting on the couch in your shared apartment living room, legs intertwined in a string of flesh like always as and it was your turn to laugh when your boyfriend retold one of the craziest stories from his prior days as an Italian restaurant waiter.

“And the guy had such a nerve to order 150 bucks worth of steak to then leave a measly fifty cent tip…” his voice trailed off, smiling to himself as he watched you struggle to maintain your laughter, a shy hand flying to cover your mouth.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said while giggling, cheeks hurting a bit from trying to hold back your emotions, “you can continue…”

He looked at you with confusion, his thick, dark brows screwing in the center of his face, “Wait… why’re you apologizing for laughing, baby?”

“Oh…I…” you started, startled by his question, “I guess… I just don’t like hearing my laugh sometimes?… plus it makes my face scrunch up and look all weird when I smile…”

“Stop, your laugh is gorgeous and so is your smile, what’re you talking about?” He scoffed, leaning back against the arm of the couch and crossing his arms.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend,” you sighed, untangling your legs from his and bring your knees to your chest.

“Sure, but that’s only part of the reason,” Sunghoon corrected, readjusting himself on the couch so he could be closer to you as he spoke, “it’s true, y’know?” He said before tickling your ankle, making you smile once again, “I bet that makes you feel better already, doesn’t it?”

You looked down before meeting his sincere gaze, feeling your heart flutter in your chest as he squished your face together with his hand.

“Yes… it does,” you giggled through the pouty lips his fingers forced you to make, making him chuckle a bit to himself before leaning in to peck your forehead first, then your nose, before finally, your lips…

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 for the spots makeup can't conceal; “Ugh,” you groaned with frustration, letting out a sigh as you aggressively wiped at your face with a makeup wipe, “this foundation is supposed to be full coverage!... God, now I'm gonna have to leave the house looking like a complete troll...”

“Excuse me?” Sunoo asked from beside you while adjusting his tie, a glint of amusement in his hazel eyes despite the concerned nature of his voice.

“I don't mean to be dramatic, but I swear the mirror hates me...” You exclaimed, tossing the dirty makeup wipe in the trash can while internally dreading the fact that you were having a terrible hormonal breakout today.

Sunoo's delicate hands left his neck tie to grab the package of wipes and pull out a few for you.

“The mirror has no feelings, sweetie... only you do,” your boyfriend chuckled at the pouty look on your face, guiding your head upward as he gently wiped away the remaining smears of makeup from your skin.

“Besides, you don't need to wear all this stuff anyway,” he whispered this time, the most loving look in his eyes as he caressed your cheek, “you're naturally gorgeous to me...”

He let his thumb graze over your lower lip before leaning down a little further from where he stood, pressing a tender kiss to your plush lips.

“You're lucky you didn't turn into a frog after doing that,” you giggled, playfully smacking his shoulder as you both noticed the pink hue rising to your cheeks... a hue that would've otherwise been covered by makeup.

Smiling at your words, he handed you a bar of soap and a towel, “I'm glad we don't have time for you to contour or conceal anything, so lets get the rest of this stuff off your face so we don't end up late for our date...”

You took the soap in your palms, lathering it together under the running faucet water as a new feeling arose in your chest upon looking at yourself in the mirror. No, you didn't have perfect skin, but you were still beautiful and loved, which in this moment, was all that mattered.

“Thank you, Sunny,” you said, massaging the soap into your face as he walked away from you, “I'll be out in a minute...”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 for the hairy girls; “Shit,” you cursed under your breath while rummaging through your things. “What’s wrong, baby?” Jungwon asked, approaching you from behind with a smile on his face.

“I can’t find my razor,” you stated plainly, not even meeting his eyes as you closed the suitcase you were just searching... “Oh,” he started, cat-like eyes rounding slightly, “you can always use my razor if you want to for now then…”

“Please, I’d need like three of your razors to shave my arms properly,” you huffed, stepping out of the closet and walking toward the window, “why’d I have to be born like this?”

“Baby… don’t say that, body hair is completely normal…”

You caught a glimpse of your unibrow in the bedroom window, turning away with frustration as your sad eyes met his, “So then why doesn’t it feel normal?”

“Because, sweetie… you haven’t embraced it yet,” he continued, taking your hands in his before drawing a feather-light line from your wrist to your elbow, “your arms look fine, okay? And if anyone doesn’t agree with that, they can take it up with my taekwondo skills…”

You smiled cheekily at his words, “So… I guess that means I’m getting kicked first then, right?”

“Never,” he chuckled, pulling you closer to him, “but… I’ll be more than willing to give you a lil kissy kiss instead…”

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you felt Jungwon snuggle his face into the crook of your neck, peppering kiss after kiss along the exposed skin. “Yang Jungwon, I command you to stop this madness right now!” You giggled playfully, stomach already hurting a bit from how much his tickly lips made you laugh…

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 for humble members of the itty bitty titty committee; It was just like any other ordinary night you'd spend with Riki. You two were cuddled up on the couch, sharing a bag of snacks as you browsed through the anime section on Netflix. Y’all had already binge watched just about every single series worth your time, but now, you found yourselves watching any and every trailer in search for your next big obsession.

You watched as your boyfriend flipped through the anime section with the remote in his hand, nothing but ample bosomed female characters flashing before your eyes.

Yes, those sorts of visuals were completely normal in anime, and yes, you and Niki usually loved simping over the provocatively animated characters together...

However, this time when he got to talking, it only made you feel insecure about yourself as you stared down at your own seemingly feeble chest, a tiny pout rising to your face.

“Riki,” you asked shyly while the trailer kept playing, “do you think my boobs are too small?”

He almost immediately whipped his head to face you, “What?”

“N-nothing…” you lied, looking back at the TV as if nothing happened.

That's when your boyfriend paused the show, “No, you definitely said something, ____,” he corrected, putting the remote down and letting his hand find your knee to comfort you.

You let out a sigh, resting your hand over his while looking into his eyes this time, “Would you like me better if I had bigger boobs?… be honest…”

“You're asking me this because of all the busty anime chicks we just saw, aren't you?” he asked back, which only made you sulk even more.

“I know, it's stupid but-”

“No, it's a normal feeling to have, ____... but trust me, your chest is the perfect size, babe... they're like... dainty little cherries, y’know?...”

Even though you knew he was only trying to cheer you up, you couldn’t help but side eye him in his moment. “Wowww, how romantic of you, Nishimura,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

“Whatever, I know you like it when I compare you to foods... especially when I call you jellybean,” he smiled, right before smothering your cheek with the biggest kiss he could muster as you giggled beneath him, knowing that somewhere deep down in your heart, he was 100% right...

tysm for reading this quick lil fic !! ✗⚬ﾒ𝟶 a/n ℓօⓥe always ⋆⋆⋆ and feel free to check out my masterlist for more !!

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 💌 ) @squoxle @nikisdubblchococake @wonbinisbabygurl @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @watamotee33 @addictedtohobi @microwvdstrawb3rri3s

[zukoromantic]

THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOODNESS I AM IN LOVE!!! SURPRISE GIFT AHHH><!!!

The girls look SO beautiful and BONUS NARCISTORU?? IN LOVE!!! AND EVEN A PLAYLIST!!! I'M SO GRATEFUL!!! ❣️❣️❣️

Hi! So. I'm EXTREMELY late to this. Ive been off of almost all social media for a few weeks now because of continuous mental health issues, but I completely forgot about the Precure Christmas Exchange. I am SO sorry that I didn't upload this in time, it was my responsibility to keep on track of this and I did not. I am genuinely terribly sorry for the long wait. @precuresecretexchange

But, here are the gifts for @zukoromantic! I hope you like them! And again, I am so sorry for the wait!!

Since you love Hirogaru Sky and Tropical Rouge, I thought drawing them would be fun!

Here's also a bonus Narcisstoru sketchie since you had mentioned him being a favorite of yours ♡��

And!! A playlist inspired by your interests!

If there's anything else you'd like so I can make it up to you @zukoromantic, please let me know! <3 DM'ing me is perfectly fine! I hope your Christmas Day went well, even though my gift did not arrive in time..

NOTE:

I will, however, continue on my social media break for a few more weeks, perhaps a month(s). I am not in a state where I can be online for too long, or produce artwork to be posted. I hope you all understand, and thank you for your patience and support.

[ajortga]

opposites attract

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

summary: people would call you and jenna the old married couple from across the street, you'd always argue. you hate each other so much, but you love each other even more.

word count: 2.1k+

warnings: alcohol, goofiness, hilarious imo

based off request! (love you 🦦)

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ME AGAIN. I JUST LOVE TO SEND OUT REQUESTS FOR SPECIFIC WRITERS 🙏🏻

Jenna Ortega! x Reader!

"In every friend group, there are always two people arguing"

holy shit this dynamic is so cute, it's like wherein obvi J and R likes to argue a lot, whether it be going out w friends, in set, sleepovers, literally just everywhere all the time.. In the end obviously they get together 🙈 YOU CAN DO ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER W THE PLOT IF YOU'D LIKE.

Completely understand if the request isn't taken!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM, I LOVE YOU

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It’s silent on set where Scream is being filmed. Silence would’ve filled your break room, that would be if you and Jenna weren’t damn yelling at each other over the littlest of things.

“You fucking cheated!” You accuse, pointing your finger at her as you go crazy and throw your Uno cards everywhere.

The tinier girl puts her hands up, putting one to her chest to pretend to be offended, “The Y/N is accusing me of cheating? When will I clearly won fair and square?”

That throws you off the edge, screaming into a pillow and kicking your feet, then throwing the pillow straight to her head. “I saw you looking at my cards dumbass!”

The atmosphere is chaotic as you two throw pillows at each other, one of them hits Melissa in the nose, “Hey!” She goes, throwing a pillow to Mason, which throws it to Jasmine.

Everyone is throwing their pillows at each other, screaming and laughing. Actually, not everyone is screaming, the only ones are you and Jenna.

“I WAS GLANCING AT THE SCENERY.”

“SINCE WHEN WAS THE SCENERY MY CARDS?” You yell, throwing the stuffed animal at her.

Jasmine nudges Melissa, who lets her pillow down and lets her friend whisper in her ear, “Who’s going to tell them that they’re flirting?” 

A cackle escapes the other actress, “She’s definitely always thinking Y/N is the beautiful scenery. In which she is, she’s like the days that have the best sunsets. She’s a sweetheart.”

That was true. Although Jenna won’t admit it. You were breathtaking. You were like the movie that everyone wants to watch again for the first time. Whose voice was a gentle lullaby that lulled those into a peaceful rest. A work of art, Jenna would say. A work of art she’d fucking hate, yet still buy it’s worth for billions of dollars more than they should be.

“Okay FINE! I peeked! I just saw that you had a yellow seven! That’s it!”

“Exactly!” You say, throwing the stuffed animal up and victory, “Nuh uh, you also said half-way through the game as a joke “I bet you have a blue four,” and I had a blue four!”

“FINE, but that was all!”

“Whatever.”

Mason rolls his eyes as he leans back into his chair, throwing a huge stuffed animal and making you collapse and go, “Hey!”

“They’re gonna get married one day, they’re like an old married couple,” He states, and everyone that hears agrees, except you two. You two are too caught up with arguing with each other, smacking pillows at each other.

“Asshole.”

Grunt!

“Bitch.”

Smack!

“Weirdo!”

“Goofball!”

Plomp!

“Silly!”

“Pretty!”

“Sweet girl.”

“Lovely!”

“Gosh, well aren’t they oblivious?” Jasmine scoffs, “Their flirting and don't even know it, they’ll use that as an excuse for another argument again. Melissa watches, amused, and laughing in the background with a cackle. You two are hitting each other with any pillows you can find.

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y/n_l/n this is very not an appreciation post for jenna, the first two i'm posting cause she told me not to but she cheated in uno and she's getting what she deserves! (someone save me from this mad woman)

#justicefory/n i hate you @jennaortega

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melissabarreram: My babies #justicefory/n

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natalieortega1: Love you

↳ y/n_l/n: love u too!

crunchybaguette55: y/n is seriously blessing us with these photos

aliyah.ortega: nah why is jenna more flexible than me

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user839: watch jenna is gonna post something about her

jasminsavoy: lovebirds

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y/n'spersonalbag: SHE POSTED I'M EARLY

jennaortega: I hate you

↳ y/n_l/n: Ilyt

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Melissa screams while the members of the cast begin to elevate up the roller coaster. 

“Oh god!” Mason shouts, while you two begin to lift off the floor from the free fall device.

“If the machine were to break and fall, would we bounce out of our seats or bang our head?” Jenna questions, looking down at her feet that are currently 100 to 150 feet off the ground.

You’re right next to her, yet you have to shout because of how loud the machine is, “Nuh uh! None of that stuff, if the machine were to break, then the starting point wouldn’t be as lifted and our feet would probably dislocate.” 

“Pfft, nonsense,” Jenna rolls her eyes, and you try kicking her but as you reach the top, it slowly begins to stop lifting up. 

“Guys!” Jasmine yells, looking down at the floor, she’s still holding her pretzel in her hand. The people below you now look like at least the size of a caterpillar. 

“It’s kind of tall!” Melissa says, but she’s giggling.

“No damn shit!” You say, looking at the floor and preparing for your heart to fly out of your chest, “Hold my hand!” Jenna jokes while you roll her eyes at her.

When you stop at the top, the machine makes a loud “TCCHhhHH” noise, and you are all still. 

“I DON’T WANNA DIE,” Mikey and Devyn cry, screaming.

“We haven’t even gone down- YET!” Everyone starts screaming as the seats you’re in descends at fast speeds. You all scream, high pitched, wails, singing to get your mind off of whatever. Devyn and Jasmine flutter their eyes and do a peace sign when the camera flashes. 

You close your eyes, the machine goes back up, then down, you’re screaming, laughing as Mason’s sandal falls out, “No! My shoe!”

It hits the person operating the roller coaster.

Somehow, your hand finds Jenna’s as you cling onto it, she doesn’t let go, giggling with you as you two fall. It was a nice moment, the breeze in your hair with the sunset saying hello. Except you don’t know if the moment got better or was ruined because before you can appreciate it, Jasmine screams, louder than she had when everyone dropped.

“My pretzels!” She screams, falling out of her hand and flying into the air, the cinnamon pretzels falling and smacking you and Jenna in the face as you feel a flash in your face again, you pose just as it clicks.

“I WANNA GO HOME!” Mason wails, “Where the fuck is my shoe? MY SHOE!”

By the time you reach ground level, everyone’s hair is ruffled, eyes dazed as your legs shake when you leave the machine.

You’re still holding hands with Jenna as you almost collapse on each other, you feel dizzy, probably because the machine was damn spinning and a pretzel got smacked into your face.

"You okay?" she asks, looking at your dizzied form.

"Mmhm, are you okay?" you ask, the feeling of throwing up going away.

She nods, letting you cling onto her as she hugs you tight.

"You're so weak," she teases.

"Says the one who screamed more from a pretzel being thrown in her face than the actual ride."

She smacks you, but nonetheless, still holds you tight to her chest.

Mason looks at the floor, and claps, turning happy, “My sandal!”

Everyone is groaning, Melissa is snorting and looking sick while Devyn and Jasmine shove their hands through the little amount of pretzels left in their bag.

You’re not surprised when everyone busts out laughing, pointing at the pictures of you on the rollercoaster. The first one, Devyn and Jasmine were making peace signs while somehow being able to do the slightest pose, Mason’s shoe is flying and you can see his mouth wide open with one foot barefoot, Melissa is smiling with cotton candy in her mouth, and you and Jenna are screaming and clinging onto each other.

The next one gets more chaotic, with Jasmine and Devyn looking horrified, the whole picture has pretzels flying and hits Jenna and you square in the head. Yet, the frame only catches Jenna’s face being smacked while you’re posing with your hands and blowing a kiss.

You’re laughing so hard, everyone is buying the photos, you can’t stop laughing as Jenna screams from the horror.

“How did they only take a picture when the pretzel gets to me?" She groans.

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jennaortega i don't know how that little girl managed to hide all her bad photos on my phone but melissa took a photo of her falling asleep on my shoulder, i did not cheat! cancel!! @y/n_l/n

jasminsavoy: little? girl, you're the size of a strawberry.

↳ jennaortega: fuck you respectfully

y/n_l/n: NO i was sleeping because filming was so long

↳ jennaortega: yeah and you decided to sleep on my shoulder, do you know how heavy your head is?

↳ y/n_l/n: meanie

jennasorange: I love you Jenna please notice me

melissabarreram: Love!

natalieortega1: My girls

fruitrollupsa: omg someone confirm are they official

jackchampion: I saw you looking at y/n's cards

↳ jennaortega: no you didn't

↳ jackchampion: actually i did 🤓☝️

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It was a little after sunset, where outside is painted a blue and purple sky.

“To a long day of maintaining our sanity for today’s long duration of filming!” Devyn says, raising her drink.

“To a long day of maintaining our sanity!” Everyone else cheers, you bring your drinks up and clank them with one another before downing it.

You liked it like this. Having parties every Friday with your scream cast. They were your family, most times you’d have sleepovers, play card games, video games, gossip. Silly photos were taken, and these polaroids were always hung on your wall of memories, Melissa holding her puppy while doing a bridge gymnastic pose, risking her skull from literally cracking.

You take the sip of beer in your hands, with a wide smile on your face. It’s nice knowing you have a group that you can easily fit in, you don’t have to think to speak, you can just do it freely.

A few minutes turn into an hour.

Melissa turns to you, pointing at you and smiling, "You're going to be the first one to get wasted, your cheeks are all pink."

"No their not!" You retaliate, a small slur to your words as you lean on the couch for balance.

"Right," Jasmine says, sarcastically as Jack and Mason are screaming at each other.

"Jack no! If you take that one off then the whole tower will fall! We can't lose!" Mason screams, the Jenga tower tilting.

You giggle.

You catch sight of Jenna and you throw your arms up, stumbling to her while slurring her name slightly, "Jennaaaa, where were youu?"

The brunette looks at you, confusion shown in her futures as she looks at your tiny self, looking up at her and tugging at the collar of her shirt. Your eyes sparkle.

"You're seriously already a little drunk?" She questions, amused as you groan and shake your head, "Noo, shut 'p. You're drunk tooo Jennifer. I literally am not drunk, I know waaht m doing."

"Right, right."

"Jennifer, kiss my forehead,"

"If you call me Jennifer one more time I swear to-"

"Jellybean?"

Jenna rolls her eyes, hugging you and kissing your forehead, "Love you," she murmurs.

"I love you tooo."

She sits you down to the couch where you get the sight of Mason, Jack, Melissa, and Liana are battling each other in Jenga.

"I'm not drunk, I just drank a little, I'm perfectly fine," she states. You don't say anything, instead distract yourself with the large jacket draped over her, you tug it, "I'm cold, give me that."

Jenna looks down at you, trying to take off her jacket, "Hey! What if I'm cold too?"

"Can we share?"

Jenna sighs, rolling her eyes, "Come here," you nestle into her as the jacket plays as a blanket.

It's not enough to cover the two of you, so she throws it into her bag and grabs a large blanket and lays it on the floor. The hollers of the Jenga crew grow loud as the tower tumbles over because of Jack.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT ONE IT WAS GOING TO FALL"

"OH YEAH, oops. I forgot." Jack says, putting his hands up in surrender.

The blanket is huge, it can fit at least 4 people.

"Hey Melissa, over here, let's turn into a burrito or something." The taller Latina that's non-occupied looks at you two, seeing the way you're already laying on the blanket, ready to be wrapped up.

You're squished in the middle as Melissa giggles and Jenna begins to roll over and wrap you 3 in the blanket.

"Oh my god," you three roll till the blanket space runs out, now you guys are cuddled, nestling into each other.

Cozy for sure, all of their arms are wrapped around you and each other as you close your eyes, getting comfortable.

"I hate you two," Jenna murmurs, both you and Melissa go "me too" before you two are silent.

"No you don't," you slur, "You love us."

"I don't, I love you guys," she giggles, and you and Melissa smile, hugging each other and letting the sound of music from the party echoing in your ears.

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a/n: didn't know how to make them confess, so the ending is kind of suggested that they did? hopefully that's okay<3

[haikyu-mp4]

Drunken decisions

"You know I’ve heard Suna Rintarou slept for the night with his bestfriend at a party? Not judging or anything!" – @riellesvweetie for my Gossip Event.

word count; 706 – gn!reader

warning! puke.

You spent most of the party around the same group of people as Suna, arm repeatedly brushing against his as you’d lift your drinks for more. He would glance at you between every conversation, if not in the middle of the conversation altogether, and you’d look back at him and lift your eyebrows, wondering if there was something on his mind. It was always like this between you two. Kind of unspoken.

Still, you were startled when he pulled you aside later in the night, stumbling as two drinks had turned into many and you might have laughed a bit too loudly at Atsumu’s flirting.

“Rin, slow down,” you laughed as he pulled you by the forearm into the bathroom. He closed the door and clumsily put his half-full drink beside the sink, almost knocking it over. “What’s up in the tuuub,” you sang as you got into the bathtub and lay down on your back, finally getting to rest your head on the hard edge.

Suna chuckled, actually damn near giggled, before getting in on the other end and forcing his legs somewhere on either side of you. You exclaimed annoyed complaints, but they were softened by your laugh that ended in soft hiccups.

“Shut up, I needed a break from the party,” he slurred, giving you a dopey smile that you wished you could take a photo of to keep as your background.

“But not from me?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“Never from you,” or not. You didn’t think the answer would be said so… sensually?

“Just say you love me, Rin.” It was sarcastic, but you always wondered if he felt the same. If his heart beat faster when your skin touched or even skipped a beat when you laughed. Like yours did.

He looked at you for a moment too long, but it felt so shorter in your drunken haze. “I do love you.”

“Bet.” You got up in a mess of limbs, earning a groan from Suna when you stumbled and dug your hand into his chest for support. Going in for a kiss, you both hesitated, glancing back and forth between each other’s eyes and mouth.

Then, you held your breath, regretting the sudden movements when the drinks from earlier seemed to travel back up your throat. You leaned over Suna’s shoulder, emptying your stomach on the floor beside the tub while Suna made gagging sounds and looked away. Thinking he mocked you, you leaned back, only to gag again and accidentally spoiling Suna’s t-shirt.

Three minutes later, you’re pouting while Suna angrily rants about his shirt, which was now tucked away in the trash after you both got out of the bathtub. He handed you his drink from before, making you down it to rinse away the horrid taste before filling it to the top again with water and making you drink that too.

While Suna’s rant turned into mumbled profanities, you couldn’t help but eye his upper body. Gosh, he’s pretty.

“I feel like you’re not listening to me.” You finally met his eyes again, only to then realise he stopped talking. He snuck a hand to your cheek, wiping at the edge of your mouth before leaning in and kissing you when you seemed to reach for his lips as well.

Being so drunk, the kiss heated up quickly, and Suna led the way out of the bathroom and to the first vacant bedroom he could find, locking the door and pulling your body back to his. Leaving a trail of clothes behind, you two ended up in someone’s bed, tangled in the sheets as you messily got to know each other even more than you already did. Touching the places friends shouldn’t touch and muttering each other’s names in ways you hadn’t before. You hadn’t known Suna liked his hair being pulled, and he hadn’t known squeezing your bum made you kiss him a little harder. Not until that night.

You didn’t go all the way, but this was definitely not something friends do.

So when your eyes opened in the morning and found his, drowsy with sleep but swirling with questions nonetheless, it lingered in the air between you:

What were you now?

masterlist

[herrscherofinsanity]

End Up Here

And when I wake up next to you I wonder: how did we end up here?

Fluff

Ning Ning (Ning Yizhuo) x fem!reader

Word count: 3.4k

This was totally inspired by 'End Up Here' by 5sos.

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The bass thrummed through the walls, vibrating through your ribs as you pushed the door open. You weren’t exactly sure how you ended up here—one of those parties where everyone seemed effortlessly cool. A friend had dragged you along, promising “It won’t be that wild, I swear.”

You dodged a cluster of people who seemed way too comfortable dancing in a narrow hallway, clutching your drink for dear life. Your friend had vanished into the crowd within minutes, leaving you stranded in the ocean of strangers.

Deep breath, you reminded yourself. You can do this.

Stepping into the main room, you tried to look casual, like you belonged here. The kind of person who didn’t overthink how they held their drink or where to stand. But confidence was a fleeting thing, and before you could find your footing—

Thud!

Your shoulder bumped into someone, and cold liquid splashed down your hand. You gasped, horrified, looking up to apologize.

And immediately forgot how to breathe.

Ning Yizhuo. Ning Ning from aespa. Her bright eyes widened slightly, then softened with a smile. She was radiant, dressed down in a simple black top and ripped jeans, her fiery hair catching the party lights just right.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you blurted out, heat rushing to your cheeks. You stared at the spill, wondering if you’d somehow just ruined her night. “I didn’t see you there, I—”

“It’s okay.” Her voice was warm, and to your disbelief, she laughed—a soft, melodic sound that made your stomach flutter. “Honestly, I needed to cool off a bit.” She glanced at her hand and then at your shocked expression. “Are you okay?”

Was she seriously asking if you were okay? After you’d just spilled your drink on her?

“I—yeah, I’m fine. Mortified, but fine,” you admitted, squeezing your eyes shut. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It happens.” Her smile widened, and she tilted her head, her gaze lingering on you. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

Your brain stalled. Did Ning Ning just call you cute?

You opened your mouth to respond—probably with something brilliant like “Uh”— when she reached out, gently taking your now-empty cup from your hand.

“Let me get you another drink,” she offered. “It’s the least I can do after you’ve had such a… memorable first encounter.”

You nodded, unable to stop the nervous grin forming on your lips. She leaned in just slightly, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I’ve got a feeling tonight’s just getting started.”

And for the first time all night, you stopped wondering how you ended up here—and started wondering where the night might lead.

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You followed Ning Ning through the crowd, heart pounding like the bassline in the background. How was she walking so effortlessly through the chaos while you stumbled like a baby deer? She glanced back to make sure you were keeping up, flashing that smile that made your knees feel like jelly.

At the makeshift bar—a kitchen counter cluttered with bottles and cups—she handed you a fresh drink.

“Here you go. No more spills, I promise.” Her fingers brushed yours, and you were pretty sure the warmth that spread up your arm wasn’t just from the drink.

“Thanks,” you managed to say, hoping your voice didn’t crack. You took a sip, trying to regain some composure. “So, uh… do you usually hang out at parties like this?”

She laughed, leaning her elbow on the counter, chin propped in her hand. “Not really. My schedule’s usually packed, but tonight’s a rare night off. I figured I’d see what it’s like to be just… Yizhuo for a bit.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. “Well, I’m glad you did. I mean—” Your eyes widened as the words stumbled out. “I just meant it’s cool you’re here. Not that you’re not usually cool. I—”

She giggled, her eyes crinkling. “Relax. I like talking to someone who doesn’t have a rehearsed script.”

You exhaled, a smile tugging at your lips. “Good, because I think I lost the script a long time ago.”

“Perfect,” she said softly, her gaze lingering on you for a beat too long. The noise of the party seemed to blur and fade, leaving just the two of you in sharp focus.

Suddenly, her eyes sparkled with an idea. “Come on,” she said, grabbing your hand. “Let’s get some fresh air.”

You didn’t protest as she led you through a side door to a quiet balcony. The chill of the night air bit at your skin, but the warmth of her hand in yours made it easy to ignore.

The city lights stretched out before you, twinkling like a million little possibilities.

She leaned on the railing, her fingers still loosely intertwined with yours. “You know,” she said, glancing at you sideways, “I was starting to think tonight would be boring. But then you bumped into me.”

You chuckled nervously. “I guess clumsiness has its perks.”

“Apparently,” she agreed, her smile softening. “Sometimes the best things happen when you least expect them.”

Your breath caught. “Yeah… I think I’m starting to believe that.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It felt like the kind of quiet where something good was just on the edge of happening.

She tilted her head, eyes meeting yours. “So… wanna see where this night takes us?”

You squeezed her hand, a smile breaking across your face. “Absolutely.”

-----

Soft morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. You blinked awake, your mind fuzzy, the warmth of the blanket and the scent of something floral grounding you to reality. You stretched slightly, feeling a presence next to you.

You froze. Wait…

Turning your head slowly, your eyes widened as you took in the sight of Ning Yizhuo, her fiery hair tousled against the pillow, her face peaceful in sleep. Her lashes fluttered slightly as if she were caught in a dream.

How did we end up here?

The events of last night flickered back like snapshots: laughter on the balcony, whispered conversations, the way her hand never quite let go of yours. The world had blurred away until it was just the two of you.

You swallowed, the thrill and disbelief colliding in your chest. You hadn’t planned for any of this. You’d gone to a party expecting to stand awkwardly in a corner, maybe sneak out early. Instead, you were here, waking up beside someone who seemed worlds away from your own reality.

And yet… it felt right.

A soft murmur pulled you from your thoughts. Yizhuo’s eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep. When she saw you, a slow, lazy smile curled her lips.

“Morning,” she whispered, her voice low and sweet.

“Morning,” you echoed, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I—uh—”

She laughed softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “You always overthink this much in the morning?”

“Only when I wake up next to, you know… an international idol,” you teased, though your voice shook slightly.

Her eyes twinkled. “And here I thought I was just Yizhuo last night.”

You smiled, relaxing a little. “You were.”

She shifted, propping herself up on her elbow, her gaze searching yours. “You know,” she said softly, “I’m still her. Even when the lights and cameras go away.”

You nodded, your heart swelling. “I’m glad I got to meet her.”

She leaned closer, her face inches from yours. “I’m glad you did too.”

For a moment, the world held its breath. Then she pulled back, stretching with a yawn. “Come on,” she said with a grin. “I’m starving. Let’s get some breakfast.”

You laughed, the tension breaking into something light and easy. As you got up and gathered your things, you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.

You still weren’t entirely sure how you ended up here—but for once, you didn’t mind not knowing.

-----

The clink of cutlery and hum of conversation buzzed around the café as you stirred your coffee for the fifth time, the spoon clinking against the ceramic mug. The warm scent of pastries mixed with the chill of morning air wafting through the open window. Across the table, Yizhuo sat, casually popping a piece of toast into her mouth, a tiny smile playing on her lips.

You were trying very hard to act normal, like it was just another breakfast. Like the most stunning person you’d ever met wasn’t sitting across from you, her eyes sparkling each time they met yours. You told yourself not to overthink it. But your brain was already two steps ahead, cycling through everything that had happened in the past twelve hours.

This can’t be real. She’s so far out of my league.

Your phone buzzed, snapping you out of your spiral. You glanced at the screen—a message from your friend, the one who dragged you to the party last night.

Whaaaat??? You left wITH NING NING?? HOW?!

Another message popped up.

You better lock that down before she figures out you’re a mess and bolts.

Your stomach knotted. You glanced at Yizhuo, who was casually sipping her tea, completely unaware of the chaos your brain was brewing. What if she's right? What if this is just some fluke, and she’s going to realize it any second now?

“Everything okay?” Yizhuo’s voice cut through the noise in your head. She tilted her head, concern flickering in her eyes.

You plastered on a smile. “Yeah! Just my friends being… you know. Friends.”

Her brow arched playfully. “Let me guess. Something about me being ‘out of your league’?”

Your face went hot. “Uh… maybe.”

She set her cup down gently and leaned in, her eyes locked on yours. “You really think that?”

You swallowed, suddenly finding your coffee cup very interesting. “I mean… look at you. And look at me.” You forced out a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s like a rom-com cliché, right?”

Her hand reached across the table, her fingers brushing yours, grounding you. “Hey,” she said softly. “I don’t care what they think. I’m here because I want to be.”

Your heart skipped. “But why?”

Her smile softened. “Because you’re real. You’re not trying to impress me, or fit some perfect image. You’re just… you.” She paused, her thumb tracing lazy circles on your knuckles. “And that’s who I like.”

Your chest tightened, a mix of relief and disbelief swirling inside you. “You don’t think I’m going to mess this up?”

She laughed, a bright, carefree sound. “Maybe. But so what? I’m not going anywhere.”

Before you could respond, she leaned across the table and pressed a quick, gentle kiss to your lips. The world melted away for a second, the café, the doubts, the noise—all of it fading into the background.

When she pulled back, her eyes shimmered with quiet certainty. “I’m here to stay. If you’ll let me.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through you. The voice of doubt quieted, just a little. Maybe your friends were right that this was unexpected, crazy even—but maybe crazy was exactly what you needed.

“Okay,” you whispered, gripping her hand a little tighter. “Let’s see where this goes.”

She grinned, and suddenly, everything felt possible.

-----

The glow of the TV flickered across the dimly lit room. You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that was almost big enough for two. Yizhuo sat beside you, legs tucked under her, eyes fixed on the screen as the suspenseful music swelled.

You tried to focus on the movie, but your attention kept drifting to her. The way her eyes narrowed when she was concentrating. The way she absentmindedly chewed on the edge of a popcorn kernel.

And then—bam! A jump scare.

You yelped and flailed, popcorn flying everywhere.

Yizhuo burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “Oh my god, you scared me more than the movie did!”

You pouted, cheeks hot. “Not my fault the ghost popped out of nowhere.”

She grinned, picking a stray piece of popcorn from your hair. “You’re adorable when you’re terrified, you know that?”

“Glad someone finds my panic attack cute,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

She leaned in, her voice soft. “Come here.”

You scooted closer, and she tucked the blanket around both of you. Her warmth settled against your side, her head resting on your shoulder. The movie played on, but neither of you paid it much attention.

In the quiet, you felt it—the sense that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

-----

Sunlight filtered through the window, casting lazy patterns across the bed. You stirred, the world still soft around the edges. A weight rested on your shoulder—a familiar one.

Yizhuo was still asleep, her hair a fiery mess spread across the pillow, her face relaxed and peaceful. You smiled, your heart swelling as you traced the gentle curve of her cheek with your eyes.

You didn’t want to wake her, but your stomach had other plans. It growled, loud enough to break the silence.

Her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile curving her lips. “Was that you or a bear?”

You laughed softly. “Definitely me.”

She stretched like a cat, her fingers brushing your arm. “Pancakes?”

“Pancakes,” you agreed.

Neither of you rushed to get up. Instead, you stayed tangled together a little longer, soaking in the quiet, the warmth, the feeling that time had slowed down just for you.

Eventually, she murmured, “You know, I could get used to mornings like this.”

You squeezed her hand. “Me too.”

-----

The rain drummed steadily against the windowpane, the world outside blurred into shades of gray. You and Yizhuo sat on the floor, backs against the couch, a forgotten board game between you. The room smelled of warm tea and the faint scent of her vanilla perfume.

She sighed, watching the raindrops race down the glass. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a normal life.”

You tilted your head, surprised. “Normal how?”

She shrugged, a small, wistful smile on her lips. “Like… being able to go out without disguises. Not worrying about cameras or what people will say. Just… being free.”

You reached for her hand, squeezing gently. “I’m sorry. That sounds… heavy.”

She looked at you, her eyes softening. “It is. But then I remember I get moments like this.” She smiled, lacing her fingers with yours. “And it makes everything worth it.”

Your heart fluttered. “Even with my terrible board game skills?”

She laughed, leaning her head against your shoulder. “Especially with those.”

The rain kept falling, but inside, everything felt warm and right.

-----

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, pulling at the hem of your shirt. The party was already in full swing downstairs, the distant thump of bass vibrating through the floorboards. You were supposed to be mingling with everyone else, but instead, you were here, second-guessing everything.

Your eyes drifted over the outfit you’d chosen. It looked fine—okay, at best—but standing next to someone like Yizhuo, who seemed to shine effortlessly, you couldn’t help but feel… less.

Call me lucky, you thought bitterly, because in the end, I’m a six and she’s a ten.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Why did she keep coming back? Was it just a matter of time before she realized you weren’t enough?

A soft knock pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hey,” Yizhuo’s voice called gently. “You okay in there?”

You hesitated, then opened the door just a crack. Her face peeked in, brows furrowed in concern. “Why are you hiding up here?”

You shrugged, eyes dropping to the floor. “Just… needed a minute.”

She slipped inside, closing the door behind her. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You took a shaky breath. “It’s just… sometimes I don’t get why you’re with me. You’re you—beautiful, talented, everyone wants to be around you. And I’m just…” Your voice trailed off, embarrassment crawling up your neck. “I’m just me.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then she stepped closer, her hands cupping your cheeks, forcing you to meet her eyes.

“Stop that,” she whispered, her gaze fierce but soft. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

You swallowed, the warmth of her hands anchoring you. “How do you see me?”

Her thumb brushed gently across your cheek. “I see someone real. Someone who doesn’t care about my status or my fame. Someone who makes me laugh, who listens, who makes me feel like it’s okay to just be Yizhuo. You don’t realize how rare that is.”

You blinked, your vision blurring slightly. “But what if I mess it up?”

She smiled, leaning in until her forehead rested against yours. “Then we’ll figure it out together. I’m not here because you’re perfect. I’m here because you’re you.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and she kissed it away, her lips lingering just long enough to make your heart ache.

“You’re not a six,” she whispered. “And even if you were, I’d still pick you. Over and over.”

You exhaled a shaky laugh. “You’re too good at this.”

She grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Maybe. Or maybe I just know a good thing when I see it.”

The music downstairs shifted to something slower, the bass softer now. She took your hand, fingers threading perfectly with yours.

“Dance with me?”

You nodded, a smile breaking through the doubt. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

She pulled you close, the world outside fading as you swayed together. In that moment, the numbers didn’t matter. The doubts faded away. All that remained was the simple, undeniable truth: she was here, and she wasn’t going anywhere.

-----

The city lights blurred outside the cab window, streaks of gold and red painting the night. You leaned your head against the glass, your heart still fluttering from the evening’s events. The party had been a whirlwind, laughter and music swirling around you, but all you could focus on was her—Yizhuo’s smile, her fingers laced with yours, the way her eyes sparkled when they met yours across the room.

She shifted beside you, her hand finding yours in the dark. “Tired?” she whispered.

“A little,” you admitted, though the adrenaline of being next to her hadn’t quite faded. You turned to her, the cab’s dim interior casting soft shadows across her face. “But it’s a good tired.”

She smiled, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Tonight was fun.”

“It was,” you agreed, pausing for a moment. “I still don’t know how I got here. How I got you.”

Her eyes softened, and she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Maybe you should stop asking how,” she murmured, “and just enjoy that we’re here.”

You smiled, her words settling into the quiet corners of your heart. She was right. Whatever twists of fate had led to this moment didn’t matter. What mattered was that you were together, against all odds.

The cab pulled up in front of your apartment building, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence. You turned to Yizhuo, suddenly reluctant for the night to end.

“Do you want to come up?” The words tumbled out before you could second-guess them. “Just for a little while.”

Her eyes searched yours, a smile tugging at her lips. “I’d love to.”

Hand in hand, you climbed the steps to your door, the night air cool against your skin. The world felt different somehow—lighter, brighter—as if all the doubts that used to weigh you down had melted away.

You unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar comfort of your space wrapping around you. Yizhuo followed, her fingers never leaving yours. She looked around, taking in the details of your life—small things that made you you.

“It feels like you,” she said softly.

You laughed. “That’s because it is.”

She turned to you, her eyes glowing with a warmth that made your heart ache. “Good. I like being where you are.”

You felt the last pieces of disbelief slip away. Whatever doubts lingered, whatever insecurities whispered in the back of your mind—they didn’t stand a chance against the way she looked at you, the way she chose you, again and again.

You smiled, leaning in until your foreheads touched. “I’m glad we ended up here.”

She laughed, her breath mingling with yours. “Me too.”

For a moment, the world held its breath. Then she kissed you, slow and sweet, and everything fell into place.

____________________

A/N: Please tell me you know this song. I tried using second person pov for this one instead of my usual third person, but I'm not sure if I like it. Anyway, Aeri next?

[tatsumessy]

Missed calls - {itoshi sae}

“gosh you’re so fucking annoying. I wanted to call my girlfriend so that I could calm down from the huge amount of stress I’m already under and here you are acting like a nagging clingy psycho.” before any other words could be spoken you hung up the phone placing it on the nightstand.

Sae <3: I’m sorry.

Sae <3: y/n?

1 missed call

5 missed calls

12 missed calls

20 missed calls

hearing your phone ring once again you picked up up furiously screaming into the phone. “WHAT?” you yelled out of character, there was silence before he spoke, “you’re ignoring my calls.” without answering you slammed your phone on the nightstand not before turning on do not disturb.

you and sae had gotten in a pretty heated argument which ultimately ended with you hanging up the phone and ignoring it. he is in the states right now for a tournament so he can’t come to you. usually his sullen, dull, asshole personality would be just fine because that’s what you’re used too but this time he went too far.

he seemed like he didn’t even care. he wasn’t due to come back until next month so you opted to block his number leaving him with his “issues” that he has to deal with. if he thinks you’re clingy, fine. you’ll just go on about your business and leave him to do whatever he wanted. he always acts like he doesn’t want to be in a relationship so why not give him the freedom he’s wanted.

sae the moment those words came out his mouth felt like a dick. you were only worried because he had gotten trashed in an interview and it was shown on tv everywhere. he was frustrated and took it out of you, he knew the choice of words that he spoke was wrong but he said it anyways.

after you hung up on him he decided to wait until the morning to talk to you but his text weren’t going through and his calls weren’t either. “I’m sorry, the number you have dialed-” he tossed his phone on the hotel bed grabbing his head in frustration. his day was already starting horrible, usually you two would call each other in the morning and talk about what you’d do during the day so that you two knew when to call each other later.

two weeks passed and at this point he had called your number at least 40 times a day. any free second he had he would call you or text you, this is the longest you two had ever gone without talking to each other and he was seriously getting worried. getting back to his hotel for the night he laid down on his back holding his phone above his face. his phone was basically stuck on your contact card and that was the only form of you he had besides the endless albums of you in his photos or his rotating lockscreen picture.

he backed out of your contact and went to his brother’s reluctantly pressing the call button and waiting for him to answer. “what?” he spoke and sae was already rolling his eyes at his brother attitude. “can you check on y/n?” rin let out an annoyed sigh and sae could hear shuffling on his end of the phone. “y/n are you okay?” he heard you say yeah in the background confused then he heard more shuffling before rin spoke up again.

“she’s fine.” he was about to hang up but sae needed to ask, “why are you with y/n?” “we have dinner ever sunday together.” before any more questions could be asked rin hung up the phone leaving sae feeling more empty than he already was.

a month passed and now with him coming home he was excited to see you but he needed to win this game before going home to you.

you were sitting in your car outside of the stadium debating on whether or not you wanted to go in. you had never missed any of his home games and you didn’t want to start, you just kept going back to your argument. the night sae called rin, that was the only time he had ever come over to yours and sae’s apartment for dinner. you had spoken to him about what happened and even though him and his brother aren’t really that close he gave you good advice.

“sae is an asshole, that not a secret. he doesn’t think before he speaks and doesn’t think about the damage his words can cause. all I have to say is he has never called me for anything relatively important but he just called me to ask if you were okay. I can’t speak for him, he said what he said and now he’s paying the price for it. only speak to him when you are ready.” he ended with that before leaving.

last night when you unblocked his number all the messages and missed calls that you missed flowed through your phone all at once. tears prickled on your bottoms lash line reading all of his text messages. the last one had you crying yourself to sleep while hugging his pillow.

sae <3: this is the last message I’ll send tonight. tomorrow we’re coming back and I would love to see you. I know you are probably still upset with me and I would be too. I hurt the person I love so bad to the point where we haven’t spoken in a month. I miss you, I love you and if you come to the game and even though I’m we haven’t worked things out, if you wear my jersey tomorrow I’ll know that we’ll be okay. sweet dreams princess i love you.

he was right, you were still pissed but you missed sae, prior to the argument he’d been gone for a month already and that made you miss him so much more. the sheets didn’t smell like him anymore nor did his pillow. you wanted sae back but you weren’t going to make it easy for him. unzipping your jacket you slipped the long sleeve over your head then pulled down the mirror to fix your hair and makeup.

~

you sat in the VIP section in your normal seat playing on your phone until the game ended. everyone stood up leaving the area while you stayed put, you could see sae being interviewed by someone but because of the distance you couldn’t tell if he was actually paying attention which irked your nerves. he was always so rude to people whenever they interviewed him but went through with them because you asked.

a couple of minutes passed and once almost all the people were gone you noticed sae started to walk towards your direction so you stood up and walked down the steps stopping at the railings that was separating the two of you. “y/n…” he spoke stopping right infront of you, looking at him you kind of glared trying to hide how much you missed him. more silence filled his ears and out of defeat he dropped his head taking a deep breath.

suddenly a small quiet sniffle sounded and he looked back up with tears in his eyes. “I can’t lose you, I fucked up I know I did. if you want to punish me some more then do it but please stop ignoring me I physically can’t do it anymore, I can’t live without you.” standing there you looked at him in shock, he’s never cried before especially over something like this.

“meet me in the tunnel.” “no.” he quickly responded jumping up and climbing over the railing. he landed immediately taking you into his arms, you gasped at his action but ultimately wrapped your arms around him gently rubbing his back. for a quick second you could feel him shaking but you may have been imagining it.

he pulled back keeping his arms wrapped around you so that he could admire what he missed in these two months. “you look gorgeous, I love you princess.”

“I know you do, you and your 1,882 calls” he laughed awkwardly as you pressed a small kiss on his sweaty jawline smiling up at him. “I love you too.”

[ktaerssoi]

blabber mouth

summary: the multiple times you were caught having an interaction a little more than friendly with paige.

paige bueckers x fem!reader

(582)

notes: not proof read sorryyyy. also sorry for disappearing for the past three days i was preoccupied. anyway i actually like this i hope im not wrong. i keep watching this one caitlin clark edit someone save me she is so fine. - kate

1.

you had been known to the fans of UConn women's basketball, usually hanging out with the girls. you had met them through azzi, the both of you majoring in communications, and eventually, you had been indoctrinated into the team. you had grown close to many of the girls, befriending everyone. and maybe even going on a few dates with a special girl you had the privilege of meeting.

that being said, it wasn't common for you to be seen in tiktoks or lives. that's why fans went borderline insane when they saw you leaning your head on paige's shoulder in the background of one of ice's lives.

rumors of you being in a relationship were swarming the internet, fans trying to find even more "proof" of you together. they had been right, you were dating, but no one else needed to know that.

that's why you posted a video on paige's tiktok making a disclaimer that you guys were "just friends." however, the fans had gotten a taste of you two together, and weren't about to stop the edits or comments.

2. 

being a secret girlfriend to UConn's star player wasn't easy, you needed to go to all of the games to make paige happy, but you also couldn't be too public about your relationship.

you had thought you were doing a pretty good job, you sat directly across from the home bench and cheered when acceptable. you had been recognized more and more often now as you had officially posted with the team and were with them almost all the time.

your phone was blowing up with follow requests and tagging notifications, and your newfound fans wanting to get to know you outside of the girls. checking through notifications one day, you saw you had been tagged an abundant amount of times on one post.

clicking on the video, it starts to play a lovey-dovey edit audio as you watch clips of you a paige at the games. her pointing to you in the stands, you cheering as she shoots a three, and her hugging you after a game were all clips included in the edit. 

needless to say, that was not the last of those edits.

3. 

you and paige had been going on date nights frequently throughout your almost year-long relationship. along the way you guys had gained a bit of a following on social media, being spotted almost everywhere it was difficult to just be a couple in public.

you and paige had finally had a good amount of time where the both of you were open and could do anything, deciding you would go to a nice little restaurant near by your shared apartment.

you had been laughing about some funny story paige had been telling about her day when a fan came up to your table. "wait, oh my gosh, no way, ohmygosh, you're paige bueckers! and you're her girlfriend!" you had gotten flustered at the correct assumption, not wanting to deny it but knowing you would have to denounce it to protect paige's future.

"oh um," you were cut off by paige grabbing your hand, giving you a look before turning to the girl. "that's me, do you want a picture? i have some time."

you smile as you watch her pose for the photo, what you hadn't realized was that you were visible in the background admiring her like she was the sun.

the fans had a field day with that single photo.

[sturnioloshacker]

fucked by ghostface - a vinnie hacker smut

a/n: the final halloween fic! hope you enjoy this one hehehe 😏 lowercase intended

summary: your deepest darkest fantasies are turned into reality thanks to your boyfriend

it was late, and the house was silent except for the soft hum of the television playing in the background. vinnie and i had planned to have a quiet night, but that changed when he slipped away with a mischievous grin. not thinking much of it, i continued to stare blankly at the bright screen, watching whatever was on. the atmosphere was quiet, almost too quiet. is vinnie okay? where is he? i get up from the couch to go look for him. i walk into the shared bedroom, only to be met with a candle burning. that was until i heard the door slam shut behind me and a low breathy chuckle. i slowly turn around to find vinnie dressed head to toe in black, a ghostface mask covering his face. the mask, so eerily blank, tilted to the side as he held a plastic knife in one hand, the dark robe brushing the floor as he stepped closer. how did he find out about my deepest darkest fantasy? i’ve never told him this! oh my gosh, my texts with my bestie! he must’ve read them when i left my phone open the other day! 

my heart raced, but not with fear. there was something undeniably thrilling about the way he moved, the slow, deliberate steps towards me, the mask concealing his usual playful smile. the way he towered over me, an intimidating figure from a slasher film, sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. i feel myself getting wet at the sight of my boyfriend dressed like this. i subtly squeeze my thighs together, holding back a moan from how hot he looks right now. 

he leaned down, close enough that i could hear his breathing behind the mask, his voice low and playful. “are you scared?"

i swallow hard, trying to keep my cool. “not at all."

vinnie chuckled, the sound muffled but full of intent. the atmosphere between us shifted, electricity hanging in the air. as his gloved hand brushes my cheek, i find myself leaning into his touch, heart pounding for entirely different reasons now. the thrill of the moment, the playful danger, and the way he loos over me—it’s intoxicating. ghostface has never looked so good.

“are you aroused by this? does this turn you on, princess?”

my breath became shallow, it almost became too difficult to breathe. my thighs clench even harder as i feel myself dripping. vinnie brings the plastic knife to my throat, gently grazing it up to my jawline. he looks so attractive right now, i thought ghostface was supposed to be scary. i bring my hand up to the mask to lift it off his face so i could kiss him but i’m shoved onto the bed. 

“i don’t think so. mask stays on, got it?”

i nod my head, afraid that nothing but a squeak will leave my mouth. vinnie grabs my chin roughly and makes me look into the eyes of the mask, hovering closer and closer as my breathing intensifies. 

“words, baby. need to hear you loud and clear”. 

“yes, daddy” i whine.

“that’s my good girl. looking so pretty for me, my pretty little victim”.

vinnie crawls down my body and down to my soaked panties, ripping them apart with such ease before shoving his fingers deep inside my cunt. the roughness of his fingers colliding with my gummy walls has me gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles go white. my screams and cries echo around the room as he pounds his large fingers in me, making sure to hit that sweet spot that makes me arch my back. i feel the knot unraveling in my stomach and before i could cum, vinnie pulls his fingers out. i moan at the loss of contact and vinnie lowly chuckles. 

“not so fast, pretty girl. you’re gonna get fucked by ghostface”.

he flips me over and picks my ass up. after spitting and stroking his cock a few times, he pushes himself in. we both moan as he bottoms out once he’s fully in and he starts thrusting hard and fast. i cry out in pleasure as i feel his tip graze over my sweet spot oh so well. i feel my orgasm coming back again as i squeeze around his cock, making him groan and thrust harder.

“cum for me, pretty girl. you know you wanna”.

“gonna-”

i’m cut off by my loud cries as i cream around vinnie’s cock, the pleasure taking over. i sink further into the mattress as he spurts thick white ropes inside me, filling me to the brim. he pulls out, but not before scooping up whatever escaped and back into me. he takes off the mask and leans over me to give me a messy kiss. 

“so, got anymore fantasies you want me to make a reality?” he asks with a devilish smirk.

fuck. this man will be the death of me.