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Luck Runs Out

Seong Gi-hun x gn!reader

summary: You've been by Seong Gi-hun's side through all of it, and despite his best efforts, you stuck with him even after his usual demeanor hardened from the traumatic experiences in the games. As he prepares to infiltrate and end the games once and for all, both of your feelings for each other emerge. (~7.6k words)

!warnings: canon-typical violence, implied suicidal throughts/actions, verbal arguments, use of y/n, mega hurt/mega comfort

a/n: i'm actually really happy with this one, guys. no clue what the next fic will be yet. if you have an idea, send me a request, and i'll see what i can do! ily all and hope you enjoy <33

You have always joked with your friend Seong Gi-hun by saying that he is the luckiest man in the world. This was entirely sarcastic most of the time. Misfortune seemed to be woven into his DNA. Nothing ever went his way, and the few times that things worked out for him seemed to be a sign for more hardship to come.

Things changed in his life quite often. Money came and went. Jobs were often short-lived, and the one that did last a long time ended in a deadly strike. He got married and had Ga-yeong, and it seemed like things were going well, and then the divorce happened and he lost custody. He had to move back in with his mom because he couldn't afford both his rent and his gambling habits.

The one constant had been you. You had been close friends with him and Sang-woo growing up, but you hadn't moved away to university like the latter. You stayed local and worked a fairly steady job. You lived comfortably but definitely not as wealthy as the pride of Ssangmun-dong was. (Well, at least not as wealthy as you thought he was.)

Gi-hun definitely took you for granted sometimes. He asked you for money more often than he'd like to admit. You tried to help him when you could, but sometimes you had to give him the hard truth. It annoyed you sometimes that you knew the money you gave him was likely going right to the horse races, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt because you wanted to believe your friend could turn things around.

And it wasn't like he was just using you for your money. He was genuinely a great friend who was trying to make up for his faults. He'd always try to do something for you to metaphorically repay his debt to you. Sometimes, it would be as simple as bringing you some snack or trinket when he stopped by to visit, likely something he stumbled upon rather than an actually planned out gift. Other times, he would insist on doing something for you, like running errands or trying to fix the valve you had been complaining about. Sure, it didn't repay the actual money, but it was the principle of his actions that you found endearing.

You would be lying to yourself to say that your feelings for him were purely platonic. You'd been smitten with him since you were kids. You assumed he just thought of you as a friend, which is a fair assumption seeing as he married someone who wasn't you. You admired his compassion. He would give someone the shirt off his back if he was able. He was selfless and kind and funny. He had some rough edges, but you couldn't fault him for that.

He also recognized you as a constant in his life. When so many other things were changing rapidly, he could rely on you. Even when everything else seemed to be against him, when everyone else seemed to have moved on without him, you were there for him when he needed you.

His feelings for you were a bit more complicated. He always felt very close to you, but that's normal for friends, right? When they were younger, Sang-woo was quick to notice Gi-hun's adoration of you, but he always insisted you were just friends. There were a few times that he did consider testing the waters and ask you, but he always chickened out before he could. Plus, you deserve someone better than him. Someone without his faults. So he started seeing Eun-ji. She was nice, thoughtful, and pretty. But she wasn't you. He pushed any feelings for you into the deep recesses of his mind, and they only presented themselves in the dark of night when he couldn't sleep.

Despite being two idiots in love who didn't realize it, you stayed close through the years. But not close enough to recognize the elephant in the room.

Your feelings for him finally resurfaced shortly after Gi-hun had left for the games, although you hadn't known that was what he was doing. You were worried that he got himself into trouble with his loan sharks, and something happened. You were even more worried that he ran off, never to be seen again.

You learned of his disappearance from his mother calling you. She asked if you had seen him recently and you realized that you hadn't. She requested that you run an errand for her as she wasn't feeling the greatest. You had the free time, so you did. You arrived at their apartment to find her unresponsive. She was alive, thank goodness, but she was in rough shape. You got her to the hospital, using whatever money you had to spare to pay for the ambulance ride.

While she was getting treated, you were pacing in the waiting room, trying to get into contact with Gi-hun. Calls and texts left unanswered. You tried to call as many of Gi-hun's friends as you knew and had contact information for. Jung-bae hadn't heard from him in days. You even tried calling Sang-woo in hopes he would have answers, but that too was unanswered.

At one point, a nurse stepped out into the waiting room. “Are you Ms. Mal-soon's next of kin?” She asked gently.

The question caught you off guard for 2 reasons. Firstly, you were so invested in his mother's wellbeing that you were assumed to be her next of kin while her own son was off doing God knows what. But more importantly, hospitals don't usually inquire about that without something being seriously wrong.

You shook your head. “No, I'm just a friend of her son's.” You said.

“Do you have a way to reach him?” She asked.

You sighed. “Yeah, I've been trying to call him. Do you have something you want me to tell him?” You asked.

She nodded. “Tell him to get here as soon as he can. She's trying to refuse treatment, and I hope he can talk some sense into her.” She said, sounding somewhat exasperated. You gave her a knowing look. Mal-soon was a stubborn woman.

“I'll let him know. Thank you.” You said, giving her a slight bow. She turned and left, so you continued your efforts to call Gi-hun.

It was another 20 minutes before he answered the phone.

“Gi-hun, thank God. What were you doing that you couldn't answer?” You asked.

He sighed. “It's a long story.” He dismissed that line of conversation. There was no way he could explain that to you right now. “What's going on?” He asked.

“Your mom is in the hospital right now. I can explain more later, but you need to get here.” You said.

You heard him curse on the other end of the line. “I'll be there in ten.” He said. before hanging up the phone.

It was more like 20 before he made it to the hospital. You didn't leave until you knew he was there. While he was talking with the doctor, his mom left the building. You got a call from him later that evening.

You didn't let him get started on any small talk. “Where the hell were you?” You asked. You were stern but also concerned.

He sighed. “That's not important right no-”

“Not important? Really?” You interrupted. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down. “You scared the shit out of me, you know that, right?” You weren't angry, just worried.

He knew you were just concerned for him. So his answer was only going to make you more worried. “Listen. Remember when I told you about that business card?” He asked.

“Oh my God, don't tell me you actually went there.” You said.

“I did.” He admitted. He didn't want to explain further. He didn't need to burden you with that information. How do you even explain that to someone?

You could tell from his tone that it hadn't gone well there. He sounded so defeated.

“Y/N, I hate to do this but-”

You scoffed. “Are you serious?”

“I know, I know. But she needs treatment, and we can't afford it right now.” He said. He didn't even know why he was asking you. You didn't deserve to be treated this way.

“Gi-hun.” You started. You tried to keep your voice from breaking. You didn't want to say no. You knew he always felt like a scumbag anytime you had this conversation. You hated to say it, but you stood your ground. “I wish I could help, I really do. But I can't. I already used what I had to spare to pay for the ambulance.” You said.

This was new information to him. “You did?” He sounded in disbelief. How could you care so much for them when he treated you like this?

“Of course I did.” You said softly.

He laughed. “I don't deserve a friend like you, y/n.”

You flinched upon hearing his words. It felt like they pierced through you. You'd always be just a (friend), wouldn't you?

The second he said the words he wished he could take them back. It felt wrong to say for some reason.

The line went quiet for a moment. “I'll see what I can do.” You said softly.

“Thank you.” He said.

You hung up the phone, taking a few deep breaths before going about your evening. Later on, you got a text from him:

Hey. I've decided that I'm gonna go back to play those games. Can you check on my mom while I'm gone? I'll make it up to you, I swear.

You sighed, staring at the words as you tried to assess your feelings about this situation. It was complicated, to say the least. You desperately tried not to feel used. You were just covering for him while he ran off to do something that would probably be more trouble than it's worth. But he was your friend. That's what friends do, right?

You typed back: Yeah, I can stop by when I get a chance. How long will you be gone?

His response was fast. Not sure. It might be a few days.

You had plenty of questions about this. How was he going somewhere to play ddajki for a few days? You didn't get a chance to ask before he started typing again.

He was thinking of how to address the elephant in the room that you had no way of knowing it existed. How do you tell your best friend that you might not come back? How does he tell you he might die in pursuit of the money he desperately needed? If he told you, you would try to talk him out of it. And he knew himself, you would definitely convince him to stay. But if he didn't tell you and he died, you would assume he walked out on you like he does everyone else. The last person in the world who still saw the good in him would see the truth.

He stopped typing. He had to do this. There was no other way.

You furrowed your eyebrows as the tiny message bubble disappeared. You replied: Keep me updated if you can. Good luck with the games :)

He smiled slightly, but it was fleeting.

Thanks, I'm gonna need it.

He really did need it. He felt like nothing had gone how he expected it through the entirety of the games. He picked the hardest shape in dalgona, faced one of the strongest teams in tug of war, and paired with his closest ally in Marbles. Overall, a few hundred people died in his attempt to survive. Most were not by his own hand, but he still felt the overwhelming guilt of every life lost like he was at fault. He made it through all of this, but it never felt like he had a say in any of it. He felt like the universe was stringing him along to see what other hell he could be put through.

You kept to your word. You tried to stop in to see his mother once a day. You made excuses to see her. One day, you made too much food and gave her the leftovers. The next, Sang-woo's mother asked you to deliver something to her. She seemed somewhat suspicious with your intentions, but you could tell deep down that she appreciated your concern. She seemed mostly fine. She was more tired than usual and a bit less lively, but you hadn't thought that her condition was worsening.

At one point, she even asked you, “How come you seem to care about me more than my own son?”

The words tugged on your heart. “Gi-hun cares. I'm sure he's trying his best to be able to pay for your treatment.” You said. You weren't lying. He was trying his best. Unbeknownst to you, he was putting his life on the line for her.

She scoffed, shaking her head. “Then where is he?” She asked. You didn't have an answer for her. “You have too much faith in him. The quicker you see the truth, the better.”

You should have defended him. You wanted to. But you just couldn't. He'd been gone for how many days without a word. Was she right? Were you just too naive? Maybe he really did skip town and leave you behind. You didn't want to believe it, but you couldn't find a different explanation at the moment. You made your excuse to leave as soon as you could.

You tried to cling onto hope as long as you could. It all came to a head one night when you stopped after you had a double shift at work. You knew it was late, but you wanted to stop by since you hadn't been able to all day.

You knocked on the door. No answer.

You knocked again. Nothing.

“Mal-soon?” You called.

You strained to hear inside. You could hear something. Almost sounded like crying.

You tried to open the door. It was open. You decided you had the right away to check on her safety. You felt a pit in your stomach as you swung the door open. You took a few steps in to find Gi-hun on the floor holding his mom. She isn't breathing. He hadn't noticed you.

“Gi-hun?” You asked.

He didn't react. He was distraught. Rightfully so, of course.

You knelt down. “Gi-hun!” You called. You reached out to touch his shoulder, and he flinched away violently from your touch. His eyes looked wild, like he had expected you to hurt him.

Your breath hitched as you yanked your hand away. Your eyes were wide. “Hey, it's me. It's just me.” You said softly.

He looked up at you, and the second he recognized you, he threw his arms around you.

You froze for a moment before wrapping your arms around him, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. It wasn't the time for that.

You didn't know how long you sat there with him. You just sat and comforted him. Your fingers carded through his hair. You didn't say anything. How could you? What would you even say? There are no words in this scenario. You shed tears as well. You have been seeing her so often recently. A part of you blamed yourself, but you didn't voice it. Maybe you missed a sign. You should have come here on your break so you could have prevented it.

Eventually, he confided in you about everything that happened. The games, the death, the violence, the money. Telling you about Sang-woo was the hardest part. You couldn't believe it. You didn't even know he was struggling for money. You didn't even get to say goodbye. He was gone. You'd later see the media expose him for various financial crimes, but he was “evading arrest” according to the police.

The next year of your life involved trying to live with the shell of the man who was left. He hardly did much of anything. He moved into your apartment for the time being. He paid your rent in full, but he refused to touch any more of the money. He hardly ate, hardly sleeping. It was hard to watch your best friend succumb to the demons in his mind, but you stayed with him through it all.

Then, one night, he wasn't home when you arrived home after work. It freaked you out beyond belief. Considering his emotional state, you feared the worst. You tried calling him but he didn't answer. You didn't even know who else to call. You were pretty much the only person who knew he was still here. It probably seemed like he skipped town to everyone else.

But when he came back, there was something different about him. Literally and metaphorically. He had gone and got a goofy haircut. It was cut shorter and dyed a candy apple red. But more than that, he seemed to finally have the spark he once had. You could see your friend through the cracks of his once hardened exterior. He was himself again.

God, you missed him so much despite the fact you had been under the same roof for over a year. You missed the way the skin around his eyes creased when he smiled. You missed the sound of his laugh. You missed the joking and lighthearted teasing. You missed the random acts of kindness he would do when he felt he owed you something. You finally had your friend back, and you couldn't be happier.

He had some business to attend to. You weren't entirely sure what it was, but he assured you it was nothing dangerous. And then he decided he was going to go over to the US to be near Ga-yeong.

It was a bittersweet feeling. You knew it was something he really wanted. Of course, he wanted a chance to be in his daughter's life. You obviously wouldn't try to stop him from doing so. He had every right to go.

But a part of you felt betrayed. His family hadn't even tried to contact him once in the past year. Maybe Ga-yeong wanted to and wasn't allowed to, but as far as you were aware, they didn't even bother to check in with him. Even after his mother died.

But you had stayed with him in his darkest hours. You made sure his daily needs were met when he didn't have the energy to sustain himself. You talked him down from trying to end his suffering. You were woken up by the screams he would let out as he had nightmares. You stayed with him through all of it, and now he was leaving.

You made no attempts to stop him, but you felt a piece of your soul die every time he mentioned it.

He could sense there was something bothering you, but he couldn't find a way to start the conversation about it. He knew you were probably upset about him leaving, but he also knew opening up that line of questioning wouldn't be helpful. Because you both knew there was nothing you could do to stop him, and it would likely just end in an argument. Ignoring it felt like the easiest option for both of you. The path of least resistance.

So you said goodbye. You allowed your best friend, your only friend, leave you. He would probably be happier that way.

He cracked a joke as he left, and you laughed weakly. He closed the door behind him. You were trying to hold yourself together. He lingered outside the door for a moment. You knew because you didn't hear his footsteps leaving the hall.

He was second-guessing his decision as he stood. Were you going to stop him? Maybe you would follow him out and beg for him to stay. You would be able to convince him. He'd give in with little resistance just to be with you.

You didn't open the door.

He waited for a minute or so before walking away, looking somewhat dejected.

When you heard his footsteps fade into silence, you broke down.

He was gone.

You were shocked when he arrived back at your apartment 2 hours after his departure time with dried blood in a trail running down the side of his neck.

“What the hell happened to you?” You asked, stepping back to let him into your apartment.

There was a hint of that panic inside him. The panic you saw in full force the night his mother passed away. But there was also a deep-seated anger. You could see it in his eyes.

“I saw the salesman in the airport terminal.” He said without elaboration.

You had been getting a wet paper towel for him to clean off the blood as he said it. You turned around and gave him a confused look. “Am I supposed to know who that is?” You asked.

“The man who recruits for the games.” He said.

Your eyes went wide. You handed him the towel. “Did he say anything to you?”

He shook his head.

“Why did you come back?” You asked.

He sighed. “I can't just sit by and allow the games to continue. If I did, it would be a slap in the face for all 455 of the others who died. I need to find a way to stop them.”

You were still confused. “Okay, but what's with the blood?” You asked. He hadn't explained, and you wanted to make sure he was okay.

He seemed puzzled until he realized what you were talking about. “They had a chip in me. They were tracking me.” He said.

“Holy shit, why did you cut it out yourself?” You asked, a slightly scolding tone in your voice.

He didn't have a satisfying answer for you.

You left the room to grab a first aid kit to help patch him up. You both felt sparks fly whenever your fingers would graze his skin.

When you dabbed the wound with an antiseptic, he instinctively tried to pull away. You moved your free hand to lightly grab his jaw to hold him in place. You could feel his shoulders shake as his breath was caught in his throat. You assumed it was due to the pain, but in reality, the sudden contact flustered him a bit.

You bandaged him up the best you could with the supplies you had on hand. He probably should have gotten a stitch or two, but you managed to stop the bleeding yourself.

“Promise me that next time you will leave the exploratory surgery for the experts.” You said softly. You phrased it jokingly, but you were dead serious. That could have been dangerous for him if he had nicked something.

He laughed. “How about there's just no next time?”

You smiled, but you had a gut feeling that this wouldn't be the last time this would happen. He displayed almost a disregard for his own safety and it scared the hell out of you.

You once again saw your friend change drastically, but this time, you weren't sure if it was for the better or for the worse. He tried to keep you at an arm's length, likely due to the fact he had seen so many people close to him die.

Even more troubling, he dedicated himself to taking down the games at all cost. He bought a motel to conduct his operation from. It would be his war room. He tried doing it alone for a year or two, but he soon realized this was going to take more work than he could do himself (although you helped when you could).

He started working with Mr. Kim and his lackeys, hiring them to patrol the city to find any activity of the games. Suddenly, every subway station in the city had two men watching over it at all hours of the day. He made them document their patrol and controlled everything from his car with a dozen different electronics to monitor.

You felt like he was making his own game in a way. Stringing along people who are desperate for money, tracking their every move, dangling elusive prize money over their heads if they disagreed. You would never tell him that, but you couldn't get the thought to leave your mind.

He did everything he could. Even if it wasn't entirely legal. He had been getting way too many weapons too quickly for it to be above board.

Deep down, you thought this was a fruitless endeavor. The people who ran the games managed to be completely untraceable for years. They had the money and resources to own an island, a small militia, and a massive crematorium. And Gi-hun was just one man obsessed with taking them down, with a few dozen loan sharks and petty criminals doing his bidding just because of the money that got sent their way.

You tried to support him as best as you could. You often brought him meals when you knew he was working especially hard. He often didn't even remember the last time he ate something, so you figured if you were already making food for yourself, you might as well make him a portion as well.

That's what you were doing when you heard the single gunshot. You had been using your key for the motel door when you heard it ring out. You started panicking, suddenly having difficulty with the lock as your hands trembled.

You feared the worst. A single gunshot isn't typical of a confrontation. It implies intent to kill. And you knew there wasn't supposed to be anyone else in the building.

You eventually got your hands to work to remove the chain. You swung the door open, barely remembering to close it.

You called out his name. Heading toward the back room where he usually stayed, you couldn't stop yourself from getting panicked. You didn't even want to go in the room. You didn't want to see it. You didn't want to walk in to see his body, your best friend dead.

Luckily, that isn't what you saw. Gi-hun was sitting at a table, just staring over the body of another man. The man was slumped over onto the table. You could hear the pattering of blood dripping onto the tile floor.

“Gi-hun, what happened?” You asked, stepping closer to him. You tried to keep your gaze focused on him. The sight of the man in front of him was ghastly. You could smell the metallic scent of his blood in the air, and it made you queasy.

He hardly reacted to your presence, only murmuring a soft, “He lost the game.”

(And reader, you too just lost the game 😉)

Your brain was putting together the pieces of the situation, and every piece of the puzzle only fueled the anger and fear within you. “Please don't tell me you were playing Russian Roulette.” You said. There was a desperation behind your words. You were almost begging for it to be true.

He didn't understand your concern. “Why does it matter? I won anyway.” He said. He carried little regard for his own life at this point. He saw this as a win for the cause. He just killed their recruiter, the man who reaches out to the desperate people to take advantage of them. This was a victory. Why didn't you see that?

You stood there in shock at his words. “What do you mean ‘Why does it matter?’ You could have died.” You said strongly.

“I did what I had to do!” He said, raising his voice at you. Your breath caught in your throat. You tried hopelessly to see your best friend in the man who sat before you. The games really changed him, but that didn't mean you didn't care about him.

“Really?” You countered, “You had to put the gun to your head and pull the trigger? Did he force you to?”

He scoffed. “You don't get it.”

You laughed. “I don't get it? Go on, enlighten me then.” Your sarcasm was just a way to disguise your fear and concern.

He rolled his eyes. “That's how things work with them. The game has to be-”

“Fuck the games!” You cried out. He seemed to sober up a bit at your outburst. You took a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down. You didn't mean to yell at him. You were just so scared.

“If you are trying to take them down, why do you care about the rules? You could have just shot that man and been done with it.” You said, trying to reason with him.

He didn't say anything in response to your question. He wasn't going to be convinced of anything you said, and he knew he wouldn't be able to explain his thought process. It wasn't worth the argument. He had to follow the rules because that's how things work. He needed an opening to get back into contact with them, and while the game of Russian Roulette killed his only lead, it was the first lead he had in years. He was close.

“I'm sorry for yelling at you.” He said sheepishly.

You sighed. “Me too.” You said softly. You paused for a moment. “Just don't be so reckless, okay? Plus, hearing a single gunshot while you were alone was terrifying.” You said with a light chuckle.

You saw the look of realization on his face when he finally understood why you were so freaked out. “Oh, you thought I-” He started.

You nodded. “Yeah.” You cut him off.

There was an awkward silence before Gi-hun spoke up. “So what did you bring me?” He asked.

His nonchalance about sitting across from a dead man was concerning to you, but unfortunately, it made sense to you since he was probably desensitized after his time in the games. When you've seen enough doom and gloom as he had, you have to be able to laugh, or you'll drive yourself to madness

“Your favorite.” You said, setting the bag holding the food onto the reception desk. “More importantly though, what are you going to do with…” You trailed off, gesturing to the body, “him.”

He sighed. “I haven't the slightest idea.”

You never did find out how he dealt with that situation. You had a busy few day stretch at work, so you hardly had time to stop by the motel. October had always been a busy time at your workplace, but you had managed to get the holiday off. You found yourself at the motel once again. Gi-hun had mentioned that there was going to be their next step on Halloween, and while you were hesitant to get involved, he convinced you to sit in on the meeting. But you were convinced it was just so you could make something for the men to eat, since he always said that your food was “simply the best.”

You sat in the back of the room, just observing the surroundings. You really only recognized one other person, Choi Woo-seok. You frequently used the subway station that he was posted in with Mr. Kim. Your conversations had never gotten much farther than small talk, but even if they had, he seemed to have changed so much after the death of his boss. He was clearly committed to the cause now, with or without the money.

There were also some mercenaries Gi-hun had hired. Something that you doubted was legal but never mentioned. And there was another man as well. You hadn't seen him before today at all, but he seemed to be someone who Gi-hun trusted, seeing as he was so close to the investigation.

You were really only half paying attention, idly fidgeting with the bracelet you were wearing. You knew that you weren't going to be involved in the actual operation itself, so you didn't have that much of a need to listen. But when you did tune in, you felt like you got punched in the face.

“So what is your plan when you meet with the man in charge?” One of the mercenaries asked.

Gi-hun answered, “I'm going to ask to go back into the games.”

Your head shot up to look at him. You wished you misheard him, but you knew you didn't. He didn't look at you, almost like he was ashamed that you heard it. But he knew what he was doing. He invited you intentionally so you knew what was going on, but he was hoping to leave as soon as they were done with the meeting. As much as it made him feel like a deadbeat, he knew he couldn't bear to face you after you learned of the plan.

Unfortunately for him, you were stubborn as a mule.

While they were getting things ready to leave, you made your way over to him. “May I have a word with you?” You asked. Your voice was soft, but your tone was less like a question and more like an order.

He unwillingly followed you out into the hallway, shutting the door behind you both.

“What the fuck are you thinking?” You asked the second the door shut.

He rolled his eyes slightly. “How else will I get to the island? We can't even find it. If I go in as a player, it'll be easy.” He said.

You scoffed. “Yeah and what happens when the games start?”

“I'll have the tracker so the guys can find me. Plus, I've played the games before, so I'll know how to make it through them this time.” He said.

“What makes you think they'll follow their own rules?” You asked.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. “The rules are of high importance to them. They wouldn't break them, trust me.” He said.

“That was before you were hell bent on taking down the regime. They could just kill you. I don't know why you aren't getting that.” You said. Your voice was starting to waver slightly as your emotions rose. You couldn't even begin to identify the feelings swirling around in your brain.

He ran a hand through his hair. “Then that's a risk I'm willing to take.”

“Why?!” You asked loudly. He looked like a deer in headlights. “Is this really that important to you that you'll throw your life away for it?” You asked.

“How many lives were thrown away because of the games? Something needs to change.” He said. You could hear the determination in his voice, but to you, it sounded like blind faith.

“I understand that, but is it really worth dying for? Not seeing your daughter?” You asked. The words ‘not seeing me’ were left unsaid.

You seem to have struck a nerve, but he didn't respond with anger. “I'm the only person who has a decent shot in pulling it off. I know what I'm doing.” He sighed.

You fight off the tears forming in your eyes. “What happens when your luck runs out? You're staking your life on blind faith.” you asked quietly. You met his eyes to see that his were glassy as well. You wrapped your arms around your torso, hoping to soothe yourself to an extent.

After a moment of silence, you continued speaking. “I'm just so fucking scared, Gi-hun. I can't lose you too, I can't.” You said, voice becoming more frantic. The second a tear rolled down your cheek his arms were around you, engulfing you into his embrace.

You cried into his chest as he rubbed your back so gently. He didn't know what to say to comfort you because the only thing that would calm your fears would be him deciding not to go, and you both knew that wasn't going to happen.

You felt him take a deep breath, his shoulders shaking slightly. He was crying at this point, too. He felt so bad for you. He knew he was causing you pain and distress, but he knew that he needed to do it. Why did he have to hurt everyone he loved? You were the one person he had left in his life, and he was walking out on you again. You understood his reason, but it still hurt you.

After a few moments, Gi-hun spoke. “I love you.” He said softly. It was his first time saying it, but it was a fact he had known for years. He had always been too afraid to say it. He ended up pushing everyone he loved away, and he didn't want to lose you, too. But leaving it unsaid and keeping you at an arm's length was doing the same. He realized that now, and since he was walking into danger again, he wasn't going to make the mistake of not letting you know. You had to know. He hoped his show of devotion could give you hope that he would do anything necessary to make it home to you.

You didn't pull back to look at him. You just hugged him tighter. “I love you too. I always have.” You replied. Those words had been caged by your fear of ruining your friendship, but now they were let free. It felt like a weight off your chest.

“I promise, I'm going to make it out of there, okay?” He said. He meant it wholeheartedly, but you both knew that the promise could very well become empty.

You pulled away from his embrace. “You better. If you don't, I'll kill you myself.” You said with a slight smile across your face. He laughed at your contradiction.

You just looked up at him, contemplating leaning in to kiss him, but the door to the hall swung open. You both turned to look at the noise, and Gi-hun cleared his throat awkwardly. Woo-seok stood in the doorway. “We should really get going.” He said.

You both met each other's eyes again. “Good luck.” You said.

He gave you a slight bow of his head before leaving. You tried to push down the fact that this might be the last time you saw him. Repressing it seemed to be the easiest way to continue functioning.

You had stayed in the motel until the rest of them returned, sans Gi-hun. You tried to ignore the pit in your stomach that grew as you realized there was no going back.

You exchanged phone numbers with Woo-seok and the other man you didn't know until then, Hwang Jun-ho. You asked them to send you updates when they could.

For the next few days, you tried to keep yourself as busy as you could. If you were working, your mind couldn't wander. You couldn't think about the fact your best friend might never come home. The man you loved might be gone forever. There's nothing you can do anymore.

This need to be busy only intensified after Jun-ho had told you that they found the tracking chip in the bait of a fisherman. The gamemakers ruined the one way they definitely would be able to bring Gi-hun home. There was no telling where he was anymore, although the men went with the boat captain to search the sea regardless.

You worked as many shifts at work as you could. You were only home long enough to pass out for a few hours before you had to get up to do it again.

That was until you passed out at work. Your boss wanted to take you to the hospital to be checked out, but you refused. You knew it was probably because you were dehydrated and not eating regularly. Your boss gave you a few days off to rest, and there was no convincing them otherwise.

Being at your apartment was basically torture. You could only do so much to distract yourself there. Plus, you found little reminders of Gi-hun's presence (or lack thereof) in your home. And being at the motel was worse. It, too, was empty for most of the time. There were two mercenaries stationed there, just in case something would happen. They had plenty of resources needed for the cause there, so Gi-hun wanted to protect it. Plus, the two men left behind weren't sociable at all.

So you stayed home. Most of your time was spent on the couch, sitting idly while reruns of some TV show you'd never seen before played in the background of your anxiety-ridden thoughts. Sometimes, when you needed to be actively doing something, you kept your apartment spotless in an attempt to keep yourself busy.

You didn't know how long they should expect him to be gone for. You knew that back during his first games, he had been gone for maybe 5 days after he told you he was going back to the games.

As it neared two weeks of waiting, you started to accept that he was probably dead. You weren't being given updates anymore, probably because there weren't any to give. There was no way to get leads when every plan had failed so far.

You were once again zoned out on the couch. It was nearing the time most people would eat dinner, but you didn't feel like eating right now. It was hard to eat when the pit in your stomach felt like it was swallowing you whole. You were sitting on the couch, unfocused gaze watching the TV screen while your mind was elsewhere.

Until you heard a knock at the door. You heard the noise, but you hadn't realized what it actually was. Maybe it was in someone else's apartment. Maybe you were just hearing things.

The knock rang out once more. You recognized it was at your door, but you were trying to get yourself the motivation to go see who it was. When it happened a third time, you finally got up. You ought to give them a piece of your mind for disturbing you. You weren't expecting anyone. It was probably a traveling salesman or some American missionary or something.

You twisted the handle. “What do you wa-” You started to ask as you opened the door, but your words got caught in your throat at the sight.

It's him. It's really him.

Your arms were around him within milliseconds, pulling him into a hug a bit more roughly than he was expecting.

He chuckled softly. “Easy there.” He said jokingly. He slowly helped to move you back a step so he could shut the door behind you both before he embraced you once again.

You were crying the second you laid your eyes on him. Happy tears this time. He's back. He's really back. Your fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt, shoulders shaking with your sobs.

He'd be lying if he claimed he hadn't shed a few tears. He was exhausted, but he was just so relieved to be back. To be here with you. To have you in his arms again.

He stood there in your embrace, comforting you with infinite patience. He rubbed your back gently. He occasionally murmured something to remind you he was here. He's not going anywhere. He loves you so much, you know that, right?

You stopped crying, instead turning your head so your ear was against his chest. You listened to his heartbeat like it was a prayer. He's alive. He's alive and back home with you, and listening to the steady rhythm helped you realize that.

Even after you calmed down, neither of you wanted to let go of the other. You both had feared you wouldn't get to do this again, so you wanted to savor the moment for as long as you could.

You were the first to pull away. You wanted to ask him about what happened. But there was something else that Gi-hun had feared he would never get to do.

Before you even had a chance to speak, his lips crashed into yours. You were in shock for a moment, but it didn't take long for your brain to catch up and kiss him back. It was full of desperation and longing and love, and it felt incredible. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers idly toying with hair.

Eventually, you both pulled away for air. You laughed breathlessly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to do that.” He said quietly, only making the blush on your face more obvious.

You cleared your throat. You tried to stutter out an agreement, but you couldn't form the words. Instead, you nodded vigorously with a soft “Y-yeah.”

He laughed at your flustered demeanor. Knowing he was responsible for that made him stirred butterflies in his stomach.

You interrupted his laughter with another kiss. You smiled into it, slowly trailing your hands from his neck to his chest. You felt his breath hitch at the movement. This kiss was softer and sweeter.

When you pulled away, you looked up at him. “You're probably starving. Go get yourself cleaned up, I'll start working on making something to eat.” You said.

“You're the best.” He said, a smile creeping onto his face.

You smirked. “I know.” He rolled his eyes slightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before heading off down the hallway.

You know, you should have assumed there was a larger depth to your relationship once he had spare clothes in your apartment.

After he walked away, you couldn't wipe the stupid smile off your face. You were just happy. For the first time in a long time, you were happy. Happy he was safe, obviously, but also relieved that your previously unrequited love wasn't really unrequited. Having it out in the open was freeing, exhilarating even.

You started working on preparing a meal. His favorite, of course. As the food started cooking, you suddenly realized how hungry you actually were. The apartment was quiet, except for the running water, and a sound that you swore was Gi-hun humming in the shower.

After a while, he must have left the hallway without you seeing him. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, the sudden contact making you jump.

“Fuck you.” You said with no malice.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “How much longer do you think?” He asked.

You sighed in mock annoyance. “It would probably go faster if I didn't have you clinging onto me like a koala.” You said.

He didn't let go, instead burying his head into the crook of your neck. He was mentally scolding himself for not having the guts to accept his feelings until now. He also regretted every time he took you for granted. Every time he gambled the money that you were able to spare. Every time he kept you at arms length in order to save himself the pain of losing you like he had everyone else.

Ultimately, all of those decisions led him to this moment. Fate, luck, destiny, call it whatever you want. All of it led to this. And this was fucking amazing. While holding you in his arms, he started to believe he really was the luckiest man in the world.

#nick writes stuff #squid game x reader #squid game fanfic #squid game x you #gi hun x reader #seong gi hun x reader #gi hun x you

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hrts4nagi · 3 days ago

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she's the man!

paring :: itoshi rin x f!reader

synopsis :: hiori y/n is devastated after the news of the girls soccer team being cut from the sport program and unable to join the boys team. to rub more salt on the wound, she just broke off with her long-time boyfriend. devising a plan, she disguises herself as her twin brother to take his place at blue lock academy, an all-male prep school.

what she doesn’t expect is falling in love with the academy’s star player.

07.

wc:: 1k

im so late im so late im so late

you can just hear your brother's voice saying 'i told you so' at your current predicament. you shake your head at the thought, it was already 7:03 the last time you checked the time. who knows what time it was at this point?

sprinting out of your dorm building with a wig and a dream. there was no way to fit in breakfast waking up an hour past your alarm. you frown at the thought.

you were sure your shoes were on the opposite foot from the way you were stumbling up and down the stairs desperately looking for the field area. you whip out your phone to make sure your wig is intact after a full night of sleeping.

you were starting to regret all your choices from the night beforehand.

dazed, you find the field and see everyone bundled together in a circle.

“hiori? yo hiori?”

“has anyone seen him?”

“i’m here! I’m here! present! right in the flesh!” you struggle to get your words out from how out of breath you were from the sprint.

“late on the first day huh? don’t let it happen again.”

you gulp. “yes sir! just had to take care of some manly business.”

you spit to prove your point but the saliva fails to disconnect from your mouth, leaving a string of saliva falling out of your mouth.

you hear grimaces while others stifle their laughter at the scene. you can feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you attempt to disconnect the saliva but to no avail. you resort to wiping the saliva onto your sleeve earning groans from your peers.

it definitely didn't help your embarrassment as you noticed the total supply of eye candy this early in the morning. thank god you were a guy right now.

the coach finishes up attendance and soon enough everyone rushes onto the field to start warmups.

you scan the field to spot any familiar faces. you see rin but notice he's preoccupied doing individual warm-ups. you hesitate, not wanting to approach him after disturbing his previous sleep last night.

you keep walking and attempt to find chigiri but no luck. you look to your right and feel your heart drop to your chest. the last thing you expected to land on was the face of none other than your ex.

crap.

you didn't think you'd run into karasu this fast. it's almost as if he was on the soccer team as your brother. you internally facepalm forgetting that one minor detail. your eyes narrow as you make eye contact with a familiar spiky-haired man.

“hey hiori! long time no see bud!” karasu slaps you firmly on the back before throwing a shoulder around you.

you deadpan at him already feeling the angry bubble up inside of you.you’re not sure how to respond. last time you saw him, he was groveling in pain on the ground.

stay calm stay calm

you let out a shaky breath, attempting to compose your nerves.

“oh sorry, forgot about what happened with your sister. but hey, no bad blood right?”

you stare at him in silence, not bothering to respond to him. you scoff throwing his arm off your shoulder. he raises his hands in defense and slowly retracts.

karasu turns around one more time. “by the way, you haven't see y/n as of late have you? i saw that she was heading to tokyo as well, so i assume you've seen her?”

“even if i did, there's no chance im letting you see her again. forget it, karasu.”

you walk away before he even gets the chance to respond. you would think that after dating for 3 years, your ex of all people would be able to recognize you. well i guess that's one of the perks that come with being a twin.

oh well.

better for you to keep your disguise under the wraps. you don't need any slip ups for at time being.

you attempt to shake off your anger from the interaction with karasu but to no avail. you swipe your water bottle from the bench and angrily chug the water down letting out a scoff after.

“who does he think he is? the audacity, why i oughta!”

“hiori,” you turn your head around to be met with a #7 jersey.

you fix your gaze upwards making eye contact with his grey eyes.

“oh hey nagi!” you rest your water bottle and rise up from the bench.

he tilts his head.

“is it me or did you somehow shrink since the last time i saw you?”

you blurt out the first thing you can think out of your mouth. “not everyone is blessed with being freakishy tall! you- you lamp post!" you stick out your tongue at him. “besides i’m pretty average don’t you think?”

nagi holds up his hands in surrender.

“sorry didn't mean to strike a nerve. uhm, did you wanna hop on league after practice?”

“i would! but unfortunately, i didn't bring my pc with me.”

“huh really? i checked your match history yesterday and you played like 5 games.” a look of puzzlement crossed his face.

“what i meant to say was that i brought a gaming laptop instead! i didn't have enough space to bring the whole set up with!”

he nods in response. nagi turns around hearing the call of his name.

“looks like your friends are calling.”

“yah, i'll see you later.”

“see ya!”

you watch as nagi makes his way to opposite side of the field where a blue-haired boy and a purple-haired boy stood. you could've sworn you saw the purple-haired boy before. where was it? was it that commercial? or that magazine your mom left on the counter one time?

nagi scratches at his head, thinking for a moment. he swears he didn't have to bend his neck down that much to make eye contact the last time you met.

something was definitely off.

well, he was probably overthinking it. nagi didn't dwell on it too long. he wanted to get some rest anyway before practice.

a/n: hi! so sorry for the late update :< i've been swamped with a ton of tests this week! i'll be releasing another slightly longer chapter by saturday/sunday! <3

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fandomsandflyingstingrays · 2 days ago

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Rayllum + proposal???

(That one scene on the bridge REALLY seemed like it was leading up to a proposal, didn't it, or am I crazy? He made such a big deal about setting up that whole ridiculous spectacle for her and then it was just a regular date. I'm still salty about it lol)

Oh you definitely weren't the only person who thought that! It really did seem set up that way. Thanks for the prompt!! It was super fun to write.

Rayla’s breath hitched at the feeling of hand on her shoulder, her dreams dissipating as she jerked awake. Her eyes flew open— but still, she could make out only shadows. Her assailant had blindfolded her.

She smiled, stretched leisurely, and stood up, waiting for the familiar words.

“Do you trust me?” Callum asked.

“I do.”

He took her hand and guided her from her bed, as he’d done every year on this night in the three since Aaravos’s defeat. His hand was warm in hers, sending beams of anticipation through her whole body as he led her down to the river. How would he outdo himself this year? She hadn’t thought anything could beat the musical serenade he’d set up the first time he’d done this, until she’d stood on the bridge with him two years ago and watched the glow toads, the shimmercrows, and Stella sail down the river on a raft covered in drawings of memories she and Callum had made. And surely nothing could compare to the moonberry surprise the raft had carried her last year. But that was being with Callum for you— you never knew what would come next, but you could count on it being more wonderful than you’d ever imagined.

It wasn’t long before the sounds of the rushing water filled Rayla’s ears, and she leaned into Callum as he helped her navigate the incline of the bridge. The movements practiced by now, she turned to face him, waiting for him to remove the scarf from around her eyes. When he did, though, concern flashed through her. His fingers were trembling against her skin.

“Callum?” She caught his hands as they wrapped the scarf around her neck. “Is everything okay?”

“I hope so.”

Before she could ask him to elaborate, a familiar song echoed down the river, and she turned to see the glow of the raft as it made its way towards them. She leaned over the edge of the bridge, squinting, but she couldn’t see anything that would cause Callum to be so on edge. Bait, Stella, Hat, Sneezles, Jellygrab, Aaron, and Sam were all accounted for. In fact, the raft looked exactly the same as it had the first time she’d seen it, only something shimmered in the center of it. It was too small to be a weapon… some kind of primal stone? Or—

Rayla’s breath caught.

It wasn’t one thing. It was two. A pair of brilliant silver horn cuffs, moon opals shining in their centers.

Rayla whirled on Callum, her heart pounding in her throat. “Callum— are those—"

“Yes,” he rasped.

In a single motion, Rayla turned and leapt over the edge of the bridge, landing with a crash in the water below.

“Rayla!” Callum cried.

But she barely heard his voice, barely felt the cold, barely noticed the press of the water around her in her dash for the cuffs. The feeling of them in her hands, smooth and solid and real as the promise they represented— no fear could come close to overpowering that.

Callum’s arms were around her a second later, pulling her out of the river and into the warmth of his embrace. She slid the cuffs over her horns and turned to him, beaming even through chattering teeth.

“What— how— why would you—" Callum gasped, fear and pride at war on his perfect features.

“I love them,” Rayla said, “and I love you, and yes, I want to marry you, and I wasn’t going to wait so much as a second to show you that.”

Callum let out a peal of laughter, giddy and disbelieving. “I had this whole speech planned, you know! I was going to tell you how much you mean to me, all the things I love about you, all the ways I want to be there for you…”

Rayla pressed a finger to his lips, then moved her hand to cup his cheek. “I don’t need to hear it. Because you show me, every day. And because you’re Callum. You’re brave and funny, clever and caring, and a thousand other things that I wouldn’t have enough time to list if we lived forever. You’re a hero— you’re my hero. And I want to be yours, for as long as we live. You are so…”

Words failed her, then, but she didn’t need them. She closed the distance between him, pressing her lips to his, and knew when she pulled away to see the sheen of tears in his eyes that he understood.

“I love you so much,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to be your husband.”

Unable to help herself, she grinned, elbowing him. “And have ten babies with me?”

Callum half-laughed, half-groaned. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

Rayla smiled, kissing him lightly. “Not for the rest of our lives.”

“Well, speaking of children, our various animal dependents are waiting on us to steer them to shore before they reach the town.” Callum got to his feet and winked. “Race you to the raft, fiancée.”

He took off without a backward glance, and Rayla launched to her feet after him with a shriek of indignation. He would beat her, she knew, but she couldn’t bring a speck of herself to mind.

Fiancée.

Rayla was made of nothing but hope, nothing but love, lit from the inside out. She had never looked forward to her future more.

#the dragon prince #tdp #tdp rayla #tdp callum #rayllum #ray rambles #ray writes

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rockwgooglyeyes · 3 days ago

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Hi Rocky, remember when I said I had conflicting feelings about Round 7. Well um what did you think of the new video

Geo!! Lovely to see you :3

So unpopular opinion maybe, but I actually really liked Wiege? That could be just because I enjoyed the song but the amount of lore that they're able to give us in little snapshots is truly amazing. Hyuna losing her round, Hyuna sacrificing herself for Luka, all of the natural metaphors in the lyrics (the wings drenched with longing finally unfold, you'll embrace the sea that sings, etc), Mizi finally gonna go apeshit . . . I'm excited for what's next and I'm actually very happy with Wiege! Not necessarily happy that Hyuna died but uh thats more complicated. . .

One, it seems apparent that Luka killed the other clones of him? Which is both insane but also makes a lot of sense, insofar as his feeling of superiority towards them. It's a crazy thing to think about but it shows the way that he views most other living beings as chess pieces in a broader game, if that makes sense? He doesn't really care about people on a personal level, most often, and that's what makes Hyuna special. . .

We also get to see how Luka's love is both obsessive and possessive, the him kissing her wanted posted while in his room, (yknow the whole "your life is mine" bit from before) but we also get to see how Luka's love really is, in part, about seeking comfort from someone he loves. He leans into Hyuna while she cries, likely mourning Hyunwoo's death, and when he runs towards her, he's reaching out. It's strange how . . . earnest it is, how unadulterated by anything like possession or conditions. Not only that but Hyuna does seem to genuinely love Luka back, maybe not romantically, but she definitely cherishes him, which we knew before but it's still nice to see confirmed again.

Additionally, I would say that we get evidence that the fight that killed Hyunwoo, well, it was started by Hyunwoo. It seems likely that Luka did something to annoy Hyunwoo or did something that frustrated him, enough that Hyunwoo decided to get physical. I mean Hyunwoo doesn't seem happy about it, for sure. But with the framing, it makes me think that Hyunwoo was simply killed in a fight, most likely on accident- though we know that Luka has possessive feelings over Hyuna, from what we've seen of his past with Hyuna and Hyunwoo, he didn't seem to view them as that much of a separate entity. A lot of the shots where Hyunwoo is still alive, in Wiege at least, Hyunwoo is framed as positively as Hyuna is . . . which makes me think that Luka didn't kill Hyunwoo on purpose.

Then again it doesn't really appear like Luka knew what he'd done, in the aftermath. . .

We also get to see more glimpses of the kiddos at the garden which made me very happy!! I don't have much to say about it but I simply find it endearing to see them all together again, to have that confirmation that they really were friends, they really did love each other. Ivan bringing the others to take care of the waygein was the most interested of the "past" cutscenes to me . . . besides all of the Hyuna focused ones, that is.

Additionally, the snippets of a modern alternate universe, seemingly the high school au? or something adjacent to that, is so lovely, just to see them all happy . . .

I think it's so interesting that Hyuna sacrifices herself, fulfilling a pattern that we've seen before with 3 out of the now 4 dead characters. Ivan, Sua, and now Hyuna, all sacrificed their lives for a person that they loved. It's fascinating on a more meta level that Hyuna's sacrifice is the only one that isn't planned, she didn't intend to die for Luka today but she does because she doesn't think, she just knows that she needs to save him from being killed. I think that both of those forms of sacrifice are kind of lovely, they show the willingness to put your life on the line for someone you love (but sacrifice in and of itself is often a selfish act, and I'm definitely not saying it's heroic . . . just poetic).

Not only that but the rocket imagery behind Hyuna while she's speaking to Luka is so so strange. I don't really know what that is but I have one theory; "because everything begins from there." I think that the rocket, maybe, is representative of that first contact that humans had with the seygein all those years ago, the way that humanity got itself into this mess of slavery and suffering, and by extension, "everything begins from there." but that's my only real thoughts on the rocket . . .

man this is so long I'm sorry Geo . . . suffice to say, I actually like Wiege!! probably a weird thing to say but uh yeah, the song is lovely, the animation is stunningly beautiful as per usual, and the story is utterly thought provoking, I am rapt. The amount of lore we got in this episode along makes me froth at the mouth a little.

Thank you so much for asking, Geo!! I am going to send you an ask because I'm curious what you thought 👀 love youuuu thank you so much for indulging me :3

#also hyuna sacrificing herself kind of makes sense in the grand scheme of things like #she & sua & ivan have been shown to have self worth issues. if that makes sense? like sua and ivan are resigned to death #while hyuna fights for her life; its kind of plain to see that she's struggling with her past. her trauma. depression. which is reasonable!#its just super interesting that hyuna we first knew as this lively spitfire and now we know that yes she is that but she's also got demons #i love that honestly the complexity of her is so lovely #ummm yeah again i'm so sorry this is as long as it is #alien stage #alnst #alnst luka #alnst hyuna #alnst mizi #alnst hyunwoo #alnst ivan #alnst sua #mizisua #rocktalks #rock yaps incessantly more like but whatever #geospiral

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simplyzeeka · 3 days ago

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Episode 5. Season 1

Red strings

I put a spell on you,

because you're mine

You better stop the things you do

I ain't lyin', no, I ain't lyin'

Warnings: MDNI!! Infidelity, profanity, adult themes, everybody ain't shit.

Summary: When butterflies in their stomach start feeling a little too much like red strings tugging on their souls.

Previously, on Something Seasonal

Airports gave him headaches. If it wasn't the shrill, annoying, robotic voice that spoke through the intercoms then it was definitely the sound of rolling suitcases, loud chatter and laughter, pointless screaming and how overcrowded the airport got that made Terry less eager to fetch his wife.

But he missed her, and that was more than enough of a reason to be excited for her return from Singapore.

It was early into the day, around 10 pm Friday, and Terry had skipped his weekly cardio session at the gym. Naturally, he woke up much earlier and played around with his phone before he cleaned around the house and prepared himself to fetch Amber.

Except Amber was around an hour late, and with the way the woman loved being punctual, being late seemed so out of character.

Terry reached for his phone in his pocket, speed dialling Amber’s number. The phone rang for a while before going straight to voicemail. Terry frowned, looking around to see if he could catch sight of her or perhaps a whiff of her signature lavender perfume.

Terry sent a short voicemail, asking her where she was. While he kept calm, his lips twitched into a frown, foot tapping mindlessly on the tiled floors. He still had to prepare for work once he made it back home, but now, his perfectly planned out schedule was being messed up.

He called again, only for his phone to buzz shortly, with a pop-up notification appearing on his screen. A few messages from Amber. Letters stringed together to form words that had him mugging his phone, fingers clenching tightly around the small device.

Pretty Baby

T, I’m so sorry baby.

Boss said I have to stay a few extra days.

It was last minute, I’ll make it up to you when I’m back.

Terry clenched his jaw, didn't stay in the messaging app long enough to question Amber, didn't keep his phone in his hand long enough to leave innumerable voicemails that would surely drive Amber, and her boss, wild.

Instead, he put his phone back in his pockets and left the buzzing airport with a bouquet of baby breaths in his hand. He'd have to cancel the reservation to Amber's favourite steak place as well.

It wasn't until he got into his car that he felt the tension in his jaw lessen. The same couldn't be said about the heavy pounding of his head.

Amber had been constantly postponing her flight back home. According to Terry's knowledge, she was supposed to be back home five days ago. In their home, sleeping in their bed.

After a few breaths, the headache only subsided slightly. Then his phone was on his ear again.

“Hey, you free today?”

She expected a diner, the gym, hell, even a park, since he loved taking walks so much.

Yet when they pulled over to a kept suburban home, panic set into Syrae’s heart. “Terrence Richmond, where the hell are we?” She questioned with a frown, looking over at him sitting in the driver's seat.

“Still think it ain't fair how you know my full name and I don't know yours.” Terry joked, turned off the ignition before turning to face Syrae with a smile that didn't fully reach his eyes.

He's been off since she got into the car.

“Shouldn't be so careless with your wallet.” Syrae countered with a small smile of her own, turned her gaze away from his, couldn't fall into that kind of trap again. “Stop deflecting. Who's house is this?"

Terry huffed, couldn't be bothered to answer the question, because he himself didn't know why he brought Syrae here of all places. They could've gone somewhere public, anywhere they wouldn't be alone and compromise their progress.

His thoughts clouded his head, common sense evaporating to form small little white fluffs of risky decisions and unwarranted mistakes.

By the time the flow of possibilities of their meetup stopped stagnant in his brain, he was already opening the door for Syrae.

“I'm not gettin’ out this car till you tell me where we at.” Syrae challenged, her arms crossed over her chest to emphasize her pretentious resolve. It wouldn't take much to get her to get out of the car, really. He didn't even have to tell her the truth.

Yet still, he did, and the truth was bitter. It burned Syrae's throat as a lump formed. Cleared her judgment, just enough for a frown that was so beautifully sketched onto her face, it wouldn't deter Terry's plans.

A few blinks and silent sighs were what it took for Syrae to break out of her daze. “What you say?” She questioned breathlessly.

“We're at my place.” Terry retorts with a sigh. He himself knew how all of these were too many steps in the wrong direction. It's been roughly a few days since they've agreed to being friends, yet still, this was still too soon to even invite each other to their homes.

Hell, Syrae had Terry pick her up at their café to maintain the littlest bit of the platonic relationship they had… have?

“We're not gon’ be here long, just need to-” Terry began, trying not to make it seem as bad as it may have looked.

But Syrae shook her head immediately, and as if the movement brought snowfall, Terry's words froze. “Uh-uh. Terry, this isn't… fuck.” She sighed. Curse this man for always being a headache, ‘cause the pounding in her head could never be caused by somebody other than him.

“Rae, it's cold, I'm tryna get inside. We're not gonna be here long. Promise.” He assured..

Or maybe it was the fact that Syrae's resolve was questionably weak when it comes to Terry, because while she was shaking her head no, her feet lifted out of the car. The frigid breeze hit her face, just as cold as her glare when she looked at Terry.

“Thirty minutes, then we're out.” She ordered, a finger pointed in his direction before she stepped to the side.

Terry laughed with a slow shake of his head. He closed the passenger door before walking behind Syrae, leading her to the porch of his and Amber's home. “Yes ma'am.”

The house interior was modern and warm. The decoration was a little stale or as Syrae can brutally put it, featureles. But their shower probably didn't pour out rocks, so she couldn't really be opinionated about the interior of Terry's home.

What caught her eyes the most was the set up in the middle of the living room. Some small easels and canvases. Trays filled with fruit, a meat and cheese platter, some confectionery snacks and wine glasses.

It looked sweet, cozy… but definitely not platonic. Not platonic at all.

“Here, let me take your coat.” Terry's voice filtered through her thundering thoughts in a soft whisper.

Syrae felt his fingertips brushing against her clothed shoulders, smoothly dropping the coat from her body as if it were a practised act, one that emphasized comfort they weren't allowed to have with each other. Not with the way they both felt a jolt of electricity from contact so minimal.

Syrae let him, shrugged the heavy article off her body then turned to face him as he hung it on the coat rack near the door. His coat was off too, and his muscles poked through the fitted turtleneck he wore.

“What's up with the cute setup?” Syrae broke the uncomfortable ice that laid heavy on her heart. She then prayed that it wasn't for her, then begged to the Lord that this man did not have that much audacity.

Terry looked over Syrae's shoulder, finally remembering that he hadn't cleared the surprise he had for Amber's return. “Fuck, forgot ‘bout those. I'ma clear up now.”

He took brisk steps towards the kitchen, opened some cabinets. However, the way Terry banged them on their hinges was a clear indication that there was more to his sour mood that Syrae didn't know about.

He had been trying to hide it since he picked her up with a few jokes, but it always creeped its way back to his face and poke his throat till he sounded a little too snappy.

“You want somethin’ to drink?”

His question broke through the incoherent thoughts that flew into one another, forming one huge blurb of uncertainty and concern through Syrae's brain.

Her legs had a mind of their own, she followed him into the kitchen, hanging by the entrance to investigate his mood further. Which wasn't really much of a problem, Syrae had learned that Terry was very expressive. His face could never hide how he's feeling.

And now, he was either pissed, annoyed or perhaps even both. That much was obvious by how deep his brows dug into his skin, creating doubt-filled crevices in the middle of his forehead, they filtered into his brain in the form of risky decisions and pettiness.

“Terry, are you-”

“I've got some whiskey, wine if you like red.” Terry spoke, hurried strings of words plunged together to create an incoherent mumble. He moved around the kitchen, getting his bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

Syrae tried calling out again, taking a few tentative steps closer. Her observations were now proven factual. He was pissed, or annoyed, or both.

“That one's for special occasions, though.”

Ignore ignore ignore, that was the game he was playing. Didn't want to relieve the bitter lump in his throat, would rather wash it away with some burning liquor. He mumbled his thoughts out more, less vigilant of the suffocating scent of spicy vanilla and… was that mango?

“Terrence.”

Syrae put her hands on his softly before he was about to pour the whiskey into his glass. She frowned up at him. Then their gazes finally met, and fuck she wished for once when their together that the stars would stop shining and the dragonflies would stop fluttering their damn wings in her stomach. She was getting fed up with the nausea that accompanied them.

“What about some tea?” She asked with a raised brow as she pried the bottle from his hands, propped the lid on before setting it on the side. “If you have.”

Terry swallowed the lump in his throat, and along went his defiance when he stared into Syrae's starry eyes, the very same eyes that pulled the strings of his heart that sang harmonious declarations of untold feelings.

“Yeah… yeah, tea is good.” He nodded, voice distant as his gaze tore away from Syrae and suddenly, everything else was interesting. The tile pattern on the kitchen floor, the colour palette of the cabinets. He needed something to do. “I've got black tea, let me make you a cup.”

“How ‘bout I make it? Just tell me where everythin’ is.”

Terry nodded yet again, showed her where everything was before she put some water to boil.

There was a pregnant silence that covered them.both as they stood awkwardly in the kitchen. Terry had his arms folded, leaning back against the counters as he tried to gather comprehensible bits of his booming thoughts.

Syrae fidgeted in one spot, her feet bouncing about as she contemplated asking what was wrong. Terry must've invited her out for a reason. Something must've been bothering him, and he didn't really feel like being annoying.

“Rae.” Terry called out with a bit of humour in this voice, so subtle others would have missed it. “Ask what you wanna ask.”

Syrae frowned. First, he brought the stars closer to her, and now he's a mind reader? She turned to face him, a sheepish grin on her face. “Huh?”

“You're mumbling. So ask what you want to ask.” Terry repeated with a grin of his own dancing on his face. Lips slightly curved upwards.

“You okay?” Syrae wasted no time to ask, wanted to pretend a little longer that them being friends could work out. And as a pretend friend, the least she could do was hear her friends problems and help him through it where she could.

“Yeah, I'm alright. Why do you-”

“No, I mean really okay.” Syrae repeated, not really in the mood to play cat and mouse with this conversation. “You seem a little…”

Terry sighed and hummed in agreement. No further words were needed to know what Syrae was talking about. He tried to get back on track after the airport incident, but that was such a failure he closed his shop for the day to get it together.

Terry couldn't figure why he was so bothered by Amber’s postponing. While he did miss her, heavily at that. This wasn't the first time Amber was gone this long for work. Perhaps he hadn't gotten used to it, or maybe he had a false belief that things would change after they got married.

“Well?” Syrae pushed, her head tilted cutely to the side, the frown yet to be relieved from her face. “What's wrong, Soldier?” her voice softened as she inquired, maybe a softer approach to this would make him more open to answering her question.

Terry couldn't dwell on her actual question for long. His mind wouldn't let him, not with Syrae using that name on him. While he had been called that before, it sounded different coming from her. The syllables rolled off her tongue so effortlessly it was as if she bled to entice him.

Terry shook his thoughts out of his head, cleansed the crevices and groves of his brain of any impurity.

Then he told Syrae about all that was bothering him. Amber constantly postponing her return back home, the missed calls, and texts. While her job was always demanding, it has never been this demanding.

The kettle had long stopped boiling, but Syrae didn't dare move from her spot. She listened intently, nodding along to every word that echoed in a smooth baritone through the space that suddenly felt small with the way Terry's presence loomed over her waking thoughts, the sensible ones that is.

Once he was done, Terry inhaled deeply, and as he exhaled, he could feel the tension lift away from his once heavy shoulders. Talking out his frustrations seemed to do enough to relieve him.

“Look, T. I get it, okay? You miss your wife, and I can't blame you. But It just sounds like she's an ambitious woman tryin’ to climb up the corporate ladder.” Syrae explained with a tentative shrug.

“And with her being a woman, that means she had to work two times as hard just to be on the same level as someone who don't even put in the same amount of work.”

Terry sighed, his frustration riding into guilt. Not only was Amber a woman, but she was a black woman. Intersectionality only made her climb up the corporate ladder harder than what was fair. “Fuck, I ain't think about it like that.” He responded, scratching his goatee while in deep thought.

Syrae hummed, a sombre smile on her face as she turned her back to him to get started with the tea. “So give her some grace. She'll come back to you.” She offered words of comfort before looking at Terry over her shoulder. “How many sugars?”

“Two, thanks.” Terry responded before they slipped into a comfortable silence while Syrae made their tea.

The silence didn't last long. Soon, they were onto asking the other questions. Nothing that would make the atmosphere uncomfortable. They've been in many similar situations, and Syrae could not jeopardize promises of a platonic friendship because of probing curiosity.

Not Syrae at least, because Terry did not mind probing one bit.

“Where'd you learn to dance like that?”

Their cups of tea were long abandoned on Terry's side table. The middle of the living room now cleared of the painting setup. They indulged in one another instead, taking a few sips too many of getting to know one another. Getting to know Syrae tasted somewhat like the whiskey he so badly craved earlier, smooth and easing to the mind.

Syrae chuckled in shock, never had she been asked that. Not by Broisa, Randy or anybody else. She just made money and went along with it.

“Oh, my mama owned a dance studio for middle-aged women.” Syrae responded, the corner of her lips lifting slightly as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Your mama taught middle-aged women how to strip?” Terry asked with a thick brow raised.

“No, silly.” Syrae laughed yet again, her eyes rolling into her lids. “She taught ‘em how to pole-dance and a few other things.”

“There's a difference?”

Syrae nodded, her eyes lifting to meet his with practised ease. She wished he would stop staring at her so intensely. Brows dipped, head down-turned, and bottom lip caught between his teeth. She fluttered her eyes away before she could get caught into a little staring contest that would not end with her leaving his home.

“Sure is. One you do for money, the other you do ‘cause you want to.” Syrae explained with a nonchalant shrug, “Anyway, sometimes she would take me to work with her and I would watch. Few years down the line, she was teachin’ me too.”

Syrae laughed as she recalled the countless times her mother had hit her upside her head for getting a step wrong or slacking. Dancing was always her mother's passion. That woman bled through her platform heels.

Terry didn't miss the melancholy in the way Syrae spoke, he also didn't miss the way she spoke of her mother in past tense.

“What happened to the studio?” He inquired, innocently so, yet the question alone caused Syrae to wince softly.

“Repossessed. Too many debts to keep it running.”

Terry hummed, understanding the struggles to maintain a life that didn't include poverty. “And your mom?”

Syrae winced again, this time a bit louder, the sound followed by laughter that sounded a little bitter to Terry.

“Damn, soldier. Take me out to dinner first.”

Terry’s shoulder shook as he let out smooth honey-filled laughter. The sound glazed over Syrae, sticking on her leaving a thick residue of pure wanton.

“Where you wanna go?” his expression quickly changed into a serious one, but the soft upturn of his lips gave away his playfulness.

“Please, don't start.” Syrae laughed, her head shaking at his silliness. There was a beat of silence, it wasn't uncomfortable, but expectancy hung in the air. Syrae's eyes found Terry, only to see his face turned serious.

“Oh you actually want to know?” Syrae asked, raised brows and an open mouth.

“Wouldn't be askin’ otherwise.” Terry shrugged, “But no pressure.”

Another beat of silence filled the air, droplets of discomfort filling the air that it had Syrae looking around the space for any distraction. Her eyes caught a vinyl player in the corner of the room, sitting on the TV-stand. “You have a vinyl player?” She turned towards Terry in shock.

She had always wanted one, but finances had made it hard for her to even save for one. She preferred listening to music that way, especially with the few records she’s got.

She got up from her seat, walking towards the display of records. “You mind?” She asked without looking at him, her fingers across the thick stack of records on one of the shelves.

“Not at all.” Terry responded with a smile before getting up himself. His feet with a mind of their own, walked closely behind her as she admired the antique player and the records he kept maintained and clean.

Syrae pulled out a single record that caught her eyes. “What you know ‘bout Nina Simone, boy?” She looked at the laminated record cover of one of her favourite songs, a small smile dancing on her lips as she lifted her eyes to meet her favourite shade of green.

“Me? Girl, you dont know nothin’ bout this. Sit down somewhere.” Terry laughed, waving a playful dismissive hand at her. He watched the smile widen on Syrae’s face. And his favourite fluttery feeling in his stomach came back, with the voice that was the complete opposite of reason urging him to forget all morals and claim her smile against his lips. Capture her happiness as if it were his own.

Syrae smacked her teeth, “You don’t know me.” She retorted before turning around. She placed the vinyl on the platter of the turntable. She turned on the player, pressed play before aligning the cueing lever with the record, and in a matter of seconds, the strings and keys of I Put A Spell On You filled the living room.

Syrae immediately sang along, swaying along with the tempo of the song. A smooth baritone filled her ear behind her, and she turned to find that Terry was singing along with her, harmonizing beautifully with her. Like their souls were singing symphonies to each other.

I put a spell on you, because you’re mine

You better stop the things you do

I ain’t lyin’, no, I ain’t lyin’

They smiled at each other, their feet dancing towards each other, hearts pulling on the adamant string until they were swaying in sync.

“You know I can’t stand it, you runnin’ around.” Terry sang lyrics, his fingers snapping to the soft bass of the music.

“You know better, daddy.” Syrae finished off, and by then they were toe-to-toe. Eyes glued to one another, smiles adhesive on their faces. Cocoons raptured and butterflies fluttered about, and the universe collapsed as stars fell all over them, covering them in a starry light and untold stories of intertwined souls.

Terry imitated the trumpet solo with his hands and mouth, and that drew a laugh from Syrae’s stomach as she shook her head at him. Now they’re chest-to-chest.

“I love you, I love you. I love you, I love you anyhow.” Syrae recited, her eyes slowly blinking as the room seemed to dim. And all the light came from the brightness of his smile, the songs being sung from the want in his eyes.

Terry’s movements slowed, smile faltering as the lyrics didn't sound like lyrics anymore. But a promise, one that filled his heart with hope but his head with guilt.He saw galaxies in her eyes again, a starry gaze that willed his hands on her waist, barely touching, yet he could feel the static. *I don't care if you don’t want me.*

*I’m yours right now.* Her heart soared. Hands grazing his shoulder, then they began swaying on the living room floor of Terry’s house, the one he shared with his wife, who wasn’t the person he was dancing with.

“I put a spell on you.” Syrae whispered, fingers grazing the back of his neck and his gently placed across her back.

“Because you’re mine.” Terry attempted to scat along with Nina, which he failed at miserably. But anything to hear her laugh again.

And he succeeded at that. Heart beat faster, butterflies fluttering more intensely at the sound of her giggle filled his ears in a harmonious melody, enticing a slow dance from his heart as their bodies molded together to do the same.

Syrae shook her head at him, “You so silly.” She said breathlessly.

Terry knew by then just how close their faces were when her warm breath fanned against his lips in a quiet plea for the smallest and most desperate of kisses. Noses nudging against each other.

There’s silence, silence filled with unspoken words as their gazes flickered from one eye to the other, then their noses and finally their lips.

When Syrae heard the keys of ‘Tomorrow Is My Turn’, she blinked rapidly before clearing her throat. Her hands detached from his hot skin, eyes from his face, and she swore she felt the painful tug from her heart. “I- I forgot there’s somewhere I gotta be.”

She detached from his body fully. Only a few steps away from his, but her body chilled as if he were half-way across he world.

“Yeah, of course. You… you need a lift-”

“No! I mean, nah. I’m good, I’ll just uber.” She scratched her head as she paced around the living room. Muttering to herself as she cleared the checklist in her head. Phone? Check. Bag? Check. She was missing something.

“Why would you waste your money when I could give you a ride?” Terry asked with a frown, he just wanted to make sure it wasn't awkward between them again. And that when she got home she wouldn't go back to ghosting him

Syrae sighed as she ordered the Uber anyway. She wouldn't look his way, didn't want her faltering resolve to collapse completely under the heat of his stare. “Terry, I’m good.”She forced out as she stared at her screen. The driver was two minutes away.

“Syrae… come on-” Terry attempted to reason with her. His voice was shaky, and his fists clenched at his sides. He wanted. No needed to know that they’re okay.

“Terry, I’m good. We’re good.” She finally turned to face him, swallowing the lump in her throat when she met his desperate eyes. “I’ll text you when I get home, I just really need to go right now.” She croaked.

“My uber almost here… walk me out?” She beckoned with her head towards the door.

Terry nodded and walked closely behind her, reaching over her shoulder to open the door before he followed behind her towards the sidewalk.

The breeze wasn't as unforgiving as when they first got into the home, and there was a little sunlight peeking out of shielding clouds. They waited silently, those few minutes until the car got here. And when it did, Terry never wished that a car would break down as much as he did at that moment.

“Text me, Rae. I’m serious.” Terry insisted with his eyebrows dipped into a frown as he looked down at her, his arms crossed against his chest once he felt his hands twitching to touch her, but they’ve crossed too many borders already.

Syrae chortled, drawing her gaze behind to where the uber waited for her. “I will.” She nodded in his direction before walking towards the silver honda. “Bye, Terry.” She waved before fitting into the car, eyes stuck on the window as the car drove away.

Terry sighed when he felt the string tug painfully at his stomach, forced to move his limbs to chase after the car or yell her name as if he were a puppet, controlled by ill-fated strings.

Days passed since then, Syrae kept her promise to text Terry, but it wasn’t as frequent to be considered satisfactory.

That and the fact that she’d woken up to soaked pantied every day since that day didn’t satisfy her decision in wanting to keep Terry at a distance away from her. The first dream occurred the day after they first kissed. They stopped for a while, until they came back.

Here she was, leaning against the sink of her bathroom with her face wet and her eyes focused disappointedly at her reflection. The images were vivid, yet this dream wasn’t even as vile as the ones she’d had previously.

“Terry, we said just friends.” Kiss right below her ear, she tilts her head because who was she kidding trying to take control.

“And these are friendly kisses” kiss behind her jaw, she shudders because she was stupid enough to even pursue something as mediocre as friendship with him.

“What's happenin’ in my panties is not friendly…” a laugh, a pussy fluttering laugh, how was he supposed to stop this when she said shit like that?

“Could help you with that if you let me.” kiss on her shoulder, faux reassurance he gives because they knew they shouldn't do anything with what's happening between them. A little something to keep the guilt at bay, before it eats at them the way he pined to eat on her.

And man did he eat it, messily, desperately. Like he preserved his hunger solely for her. She bit her lower lip at the vivid images. “Fuck fuck fuck.” She groaned before undressing into her steamy, running shower.

It took some effort to stop herself from drumming her fingers where she ached the most, she didn’t want to deal with the guilt she knew she would be feeling after strumming an orgasm out of her while chanting a married man’s name.

Syrae urged herself to leave the apartment. to try and get Terry out of her head.

What started off as a day of cleaning around the house and trying to get the weird, brown stain off her sofa. Which also became the fourth, futile attempt. It soon drastically changed to her pushing a cart around Walmart for new sheets and hopefully decorations.

She was speeding in between aisles with the right mind to go back home and get ahead of holiday planning, or a bit of the holiday she could spend.

The Walmart wasn't that full, given it was a weekday and only two in the afternoon. Most people were at work.

Her shopping went by swiftly, until she bumped her back into somebody while trying to decide which colour sheets she should buy.

“Ow, what the fuck?” The soft voice spoke.

“Shit. I'm so sorry, are you okay?” Syrae whips around to gauge if the person is badly hurt, only for Her to take a few steps back as she finds an all too familiar face in front of her. “I know you fucking lyin’.” She laughs, eyes as wide as her mouth.

All in her oh so fabulous Glory, is the woman she admired all throughout her highschool years. One of the people who helped Syrae navigate school, her life at home and possible sweethearts.

Amber fucking Coleman, or as Syrae does not know now Richmond.

“Well if it ain't Ms. Trouble.” Amber smiled and ran her eyes over Syrae. “I'll be damned. How you lookin’ like snack in sweats. I see some things don't change?” Amber raised a playful brow.

Syrae rolled her eyes and waved her hand at the woman. “Girl please, talking ‘bout me.” She laughed as she noticed the huge rock on her finger. Her eyebrows shot up in elated surprise. “You looking like a billion dollars while carrying another billion on your hand.”

Syrae gently took Amber's left hand into hers as she inspected her wedding ring. “When the hell did this happen and where was my invite?” She asked jokingly.

Truthfully, Syrae cut all contact with people a while after high school. Syrae couldn't handle the pressures of how her life went to complete shit while other people did well for themselves, one of them being Amber.

While others were off to university and studying. She was back home trying to help settle her mother's debts while the woman battled an illness. She missed out on so much, and soon… life caught up to her so quickly that she had to strip to make ends meet.

“Well you didn't make it easy to contact you.” Amber retorted with a frown and a tight-lipped smile. “You went ghost on everybody.”

Syrae sighed before scratching her head, “I know, I know.” She agreed, the corners of her lips curling upwards, forming a hesitant smile as her eyes softened gradually. “Life ain't go as planned… I needed to reboot.”

Amber hummed while nodding her head. “That's adulting for you.” She spoke off into the distance, as if Syrae lost her attention for a while. “Throwing whiplash your way.”

Syrae nodded with a frown, “Well you must be getting the good kind, cause you're married girl.” She laughed, trying to snap the slightly shorter woman back into reality. “Who the lucky man?”

“Tuh girl, you in my business?” Amber pokes her tongue out jokingly before laughing. “Well, I'll have you know that I was buying flowers for him, I ain't been home in a while. Wanted to give him somethin’ for my return, but these sheets are calling my nam-”

“Baby, I can't find the vases you want… come help me.”

A raspy voice spoke from behind Syrae, yet when she turned to face the man so lucky to receive Amber's affections, she was more surprised.

Her eyes flicked back to Amber, then to the man. A moment went with her eyes dancing back and forth between the two people. “Baby?” She asked, her voice sounding a bit more high-pitched than normal.

Syrae didn't expect Amber to be married to him, especially with the way he frequented the strip club like he didn't have a home, or the many times he couldn't take her rejections to a private dance well.

“Rome… I didn't know you were married.”

A/n: Y'all remember Rome?lol.

This is the fifth chapter, and I haven't written smut for them. I'm proud 🥹

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 days ago

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PART TWO TO THE CLIFF'S SISTER THING PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE

A/n: Idk what else would happen in the second part, I hope soft smut is ok 😬

Warnings: Mostly fluff, light smut, grinding, fingering (f receiving), mentions of masturbation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 1

A week had passed since Cliff's birthday, James never left, you didn't want him to. After he kissed you, his warm lips against yours when you were at your lowest, everything felt better.

Maybe it was a temporary fix, maybe Cliff was pulling his hair out from the heavens above, but you got better. Showering became a regular occurrence again, you didn't wear Cliff's clothes as often.

Most importantly, you got back into playing bass. You swore it started raining every time, hard, thunder and lightning, the whole thing.

James didn't leave your side, he held you at night, he went out for breakfast with you, cooked with you. Very rarely were you apart, maybe it was a bad thing, a sign you needed more help, but even a temporary fix was better than nothing.

You'd just gotten out of the shower and were brushing your hair as you came into your room, finding James already splayed out in bed waiting for you. He smiled at you, eyeing you in your towel. You rolled your eyes at him, not needing him to say a word to know what he was thinking.

You went to the closet, looking through your clothes and tossing a shirt along with a pair of shorts to the ground. "You don't really have to put those on, do ya?" James asked, sitting up in bed, eyes never leaving your figure. You gave him a look and turned your back to him, closing the closet door and bending over to pick up your shirt. "Might as well just drop the towel." James teased, though he was looking away out of respect.

You thought about it for a moment before dropping the cloth. James's eyes widened, cheeks heating up at the sight of you, even if you still had your back to him. "I don't really need clothes, do I?" You teased.

"Yes! Yes, you do, you-you really..." He trailed, gaze wandering back to you before he snapped his head back away. "You do, you definitely, definitely do." You giggled and got your clothes on before crawling into bed next to him. Your bed wasn't especially small, you didn't have to touch each other, but it was more comfortable to curl up to him.

James got comfortable with you, laying on his side and wrapping his arms around you. He kissed your forehead, sending a little jolt to your gut.

You laid curled up against him, listening to his heartbeat in the silence that fell across the room. "We should go on a date." James said abruptly.

You raised your brows and looked up at him. "A date?" You repeated. "Haven't we gone on one?"

James made a face and shook his head. "We haven't left the house." He said with a small shrug, a thought crossing his mind and concern started spreading over his features. "When, uh, when was the last time you left the house?" He asked, voice low so as to not come across too accusatorily.

You thought for a long few moments before finally answering. "A month, maybe... I never really left the house before Cliff died, I'm pretty sure it was grocery shopping." James listened, nodding along. He knew you were never exactly extroverted, he was surprised it had only been a month, and it made sense in September, but it was November now.

James exhaled softly and smiled warmly down at you. "So, a date, then? Just, like, a lunch, or something." You chewed your cheek, mentally debating it. You didn't want to say no, you wanted to go, but you didn't know if you could bring yourself to leave the house.

James saw your hesitation and knew what was going through your head, he wasn't as oblivious as people thought. "How about this, we say yes, and tomorrow you'll get all pretty and we'll go, BUT, and this is only, like, a backup plan, but we don't have to go, alright? No one's making you do anything."

It was a reasonable enough plan, you were going until you couldn't, it would work. Right?

You agreed and pecked his lips. Of course he chased the kissed, wanting more and more until your breathing was heavy and you were tugging on his hair.

James pulled you on top of him, his arms wrapping around you. His hands ran up and down your sides, grabbing your ass through your shorts. A soft groan left you as your hips bucked against him, rubbing on his hard on through his boxers.

"James-!" You gasped, pulling away a bit.

James's arms tightened around you. "Shh, shh, it's fine, just keep going." He encouraged, adjusting your position so your clothed cunt was pressed against his thigh, clit catching on the fabric of your shorts. "First date, first day outside together... we can have more firsts." He mused, pecking your cheek. "C'mere." He pulled you back down, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

His hands went down to your hips, guiding you against his thigh. Low groans left him, your little thrust bumping his cock, it wasn't enough to make him cum but that wasn't his priority right now. He listened to your muffled whines, the little sounds you were making only adding to his arousal.

He made you feel so small, not in a negative way. He made you feel safe, protected, like nothing could get to you. James was bigger than you, taller, stronger, he wasn't one for fights but he was big enough that most people didn't even bother.

You'd never left the house with him, but you'd seen how people treat him. You knew what it felt like to be with him. "Jamie..." You muttered, lifting yourself up the best you could to look at him.

He smiled up at you, loving your reactions to grinding on him, your eyes filled with a desperation, pouty lips parted slightly. "You're doing so good, sweetheart, just keep going." He mused, hand slipping further down your body, dipping into your shorts.

He gave your ass a quick squeeze before the tip of his middle finger teased your hole. You gasped softly and he pushed it further in. "Keep going." His voice was low but firm, he didn't move his hand, letting you fuck yourself on it.

Your whines got needier and louder, a knot building in your gut. His name was the only thing filling your mouth, coming out in moans like a sultry mantra. The knot tightened before finally snapping and you were left a twitching mess on top of him.

James littered kisses all over your face, pulling his finger out of you as he did so. "You did so good, sweetheart, did so good for me." He purred. "Tired now, right?" He asked, letting you slide off of him when you nodded.

You laid by the wall, you preferred it because it let you sleep facing the wall while still feeling safe, James pressed firmly against your back, his arms wrapped around you.

This time you felt his cock against your ass. "You-you can keep going..." You muttered, out of breath.

James chuckled softly and shook his head, kissing the back of your back. "No, I'm staying until you fall asleep."

You looked back at him over your shoulder, eyes fluttering. "Until I fall asleep? Do you always wait until I fall asleep?" You asked, hoping against all odds he'd say no. How could he just leave you? He helped you fall asleep and then he just ditched?

"No, of course not." You let out the breath you'd been holding, relaxing more. "I'll stay until you fall asleep then I'll go to the bathroom, I'll be gone two, three minutes tops." He assured, placing more kisses along your neck and shoulder. "Sweetheart..." He spoke, waiting a moment before repeating himself. "Sweetheart?" He leaned over you seeing your relaxed expression, sleeping.

James kissed your cheek, despite saying he would leave he stayed put, making sure you weren't waking up before discretely making his way to the bathroom.

The next morning you went about your plan, smiling more than usual while he watched you do your makeup. It's not that you stopped smiling after Cliff, well, for a while you did, September would never be the same... maybe you did stop smiling and didn't want to believe it.

James didn't let go of you, always touching you in one way or another through dressing and breakfast, giving his opinions and encouraging you the whole way through, even going as far as tying your shoes for you.

The front door opened to a light drizzle, James's hand on your hip and he kissed your cheek. You leaned against him and he led you to his car which was still parked down the street.

The rain didn't let up, a low thunder rumbling in the sky.

Cliff approved.

#metallica fanfiction #80s metal #metallica #metallica smut #metallica imagines #metallica rp #metallica x reader #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield fluff #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield #james hetfield x you

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that-hazbin · 21 hours ago

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Hi! I just want to say I love your AUs and I look forward to reading more of whatever AU you might cook up in the future.

For your Good Boy Alastor AU, where Alastor has direct communication with God in his head. Do the others later find out that redemption is possible all along and God has to have The Plan to implement it? That Alastor actually went to Hell so that The Plan can be enacted and redemption made possible. That would be similar to what Jesus did so long ago.

Heaven will be losing their shit, with their heavenly creator disappeared for so long, only to be in direct communication of a mere human soul. And that somehow Lucifer is still His favourite even after all the shit he pulled during Eden. How will they view Alastor now that he has a direct connection to Father/Creator? That their Father enact The Plan of Redemption and that they were wrong about redemption being not possible and were wrong committing genocide?

Charlie will be happy to hear that redemption is possible all along and that even God is on her side in making it a reality. After hearing that Alastor has to purposefully come to Hell to help her, do you think Charlie will feel guilty for it? He has to come down to Hell just to help her in the big part of The Plan?

How does Lucifer feel about this? Will he be angry with his father? He basically forced a mortal soul into Hell because of The Plan. I think this gives Lucifer flashbacks from Eden where the humans are made to follow the plans made by the angels, where free will is limited and they have no say in it.

Good Boy Alastor is such a good name for the AU, lmao.

I think if people ever find out about The Plan, it would be towards the end either right before or when it's completed. Personally, I lean towards after it's completed. Specifically, the moment Sir Pentious is redeemed.

Since the deal is done, Alastor would have no reason to continue pretending anymore. He's honestly relieved, having another person (WHO IS LITERAL GOD) in his head for the last century is a fucking headache. There is no peace, there is no rest. Alastor probably needs immense amounts of therapy because this deity has been telling him Shit He Does Not Need To Know, and it's definitely had a negative impact on his mental health. Alastor knows too many secrets of the universe to be considered sane anymore. Alastor has committed too many atrocities all in the name of some divine plan to be considered sane anymore.

I think Lucifer and Charlie would be particularly upset by the fact that, before God decided to fuck around, Alastor was on his way to heaven. He WAS a good soul, he didn't WANT to go to hell or do any of the things God asked of him.

Lucifer especially is going to be having War Flashbacks, because what the FUCK?? Let's be real, Alastor is a mortal soul, he had 0 chance against a deity determined to get what they want. The fact that Alastor said "no" the first time, and God didn't take that for an answer and continued to wear Alastor down until he agreed, is going to send Lucifer into an apocalyptic rage. The fact that God used Alastor's mother's safety would genuinely make Lucifer contemplate crazy murdering his creator. This realization alone almost started a new Holy War.

And now, Alastor is considered Too Fucked Up to be allowed past the pearly gates of Heaven. He got used to Hell, he's had to kill people, made deals for souls, got used to thinking about everything transactionally.

And God absolutely would have the audacity to be like, welp! Now you know redemption is possible, and I promised this guy he'll go to heaven in the end, so get to redeeming him! And Lucifer and Charlie would LOSE IT. Charlie's happy that she was right about redemption, but she is NOT happy that someone was CONDEMNED TO HELL just to help her prove it, and that the asshole responsible for condemning this soul to Hell is now throwing away their responsibility in helping Alastor get to heaven like he was MEANT to. Lucifer meanwhile wouldn't even give a shit that Alastor's messed up now, he'd argue that he should already be in heaven because uh, if the exorcists could commit yearly genocide and still keep their halos, then Alastor who committed sins against his fucking will should be allowed through the gates without question.

Everyone's going through an Ordeal because of God's bullshit, essentially.

#good boy alastor au #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin alastor #charlie morningstar #This was buried under my drafts omfg I'm sorry 😭

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amoremagnificentbastard · 1 day ago

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Tagged by @larvasmoon and @nyx-knox for this. I reblogged from the original because this got ... long. Sorry not sorry?

So one of the things you have to understand about Diana is that that woman lived and breathed the ocean pretty much her entire life until the mindflayers got her. Athkatla is right on the coast of the Trackless Sea. Diana could hear the breakers if she went to sleep with her window open -- and she did, quite often.

Baldur's Gate is 40 miles from the Sea of Swords.

And the sound of the Chionthar just isn't the same.

So. One day Shadowheart is visiting, and when Diana is out of earshot Astarion mentions his plan to take her to the coast for Lovers' Day. But Astarion being Astarion, he didn't really consider the details, and he doesn't have much of a plan beyond that. Shadowheart insists on helping Astarion acquire two Teleport scrolls, plus a shell from the coast to ensure that the first of the two spells puts Astarion and Diana right where they need to be.

And that's how Astarion manages to bring Diana and a little picnic to the coast without putting them both in danger. Lovers' Day even coincides with a full moon this year, so their outing is blessed with the full light of the Moonmaiden.

When Diana's finished crying (because yeah, this gesture is going to make her cry), Astarion has to wrangle her into eating first before she goes splashing into the water. So she does that, they share the bottle of wine he brought, and then he can't keep her out of the ocean anymore.

He grumbles about it being Alturiak and Diana's apparent desire to make herself sick, but there'll be a roaring fire when they get home. And if there's no one else on the beach and she's so very beautiful when she's dressed in nothing but the moonlight and the shining rivers of saltwater that course down her back when she emerges from the waves, well. It's Lovers' Day. Of course Astarion isn't going to waste an opportunity to make love to her on Lovers' Day.

That would be bad manners.

After a romp in the ocean they dry off. And then they go for another round on a nearby rock, and oh, he'll have to bring her to the coast again, because there's definitely something to be said for being utterly and completely engulfed in her with the sound of the waves overlapping with the sound of her sweet, sweet moans.

The moon is on its way below the horizon by the time Astarion finally brings himself to retrieve the second Teleport scroll and the ring he brought to ensure the spell will send them straight home. It works without a hitch.

Turns out Diana has a gift for him, too. Once they've warmed up she shyly presents him with a carved wooden box in which to keep his growing collection of threads and embroidery supplies. She's kind enough not to mention the lost needles she found when she accidentally sat on them.

"I know you like to choose your own tools," she says quietly as he inspects the carvings. "I hope I'm not overstepping."

Astarion closes the lid and sets the box aside, so overcome with adoration at her quiet support of this hobby of his -- this thing that doesn't support them, that for all intents and purposes is a useless waste of time, that he does simply because he can, because he has a choice and this is what he chooses -- that he can't find words. And of course Diana starts fumbling over her words, and gods, her expression says it all, how she thinks her gift is nothing compared to his little surprise outing.

So he gets to work kissing, caressing, loving that expression right off her face, until the only emotion left behind on her lovely firelit features is peace.

And here by the hearth on the evening of Lovers' Day with his lover in his arms, Astarion can't even snark about the cliché of it all.

Because he too is at peace.

No-pressure tagging @astarioffsimpmain, @aevallare, @spite-made-me, @denesmera, and @evverest!

💗💖💝 Love in Faerûn 💝💖💗

How will your Tav and their romance partner spend the Valentine's Day/Date? 💋❤️💋

Reblog this post with your Tav's Valentine 💘

And you can also tag your friends if you like 💕

I will tag: @aristenfromwarsaw , @pinkberrytea , @anacdoce , @yennefer-of-vengerbergs , @xxnashiraxx , @andromedaancunin

🌹💋🌹

#amy rambles #larvasmoon #nyx-knox #tag! you're it!#astarion ancunín #oc: diana #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #so what if i turned a tag game into a fanfiction drabble?#that's my business #hmph

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lenaboskow · 2 days ago

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eddie getting buck a bouquet with 8 red roses, one for every year they've known each other (there's also foliage and green carnations and baby's breath in that bouquet), and buck blushes and then tells eddie he's such a good best friend, so eddie rips the bouquet back out of buck's hand and uses the bouquet to hit buck over the head with it while shouting "i did not get you red fucking roses that symbolize deep romantic love, one for every year i've been in fucking love with you, and green carnations, which apparently are gay as fuck, for you to just call me your best friend you fucker" and then dragging himmmm into a filthy kiss. right there in the fire station

decided to write them instead AND add something so enjoy this unedited mess (if you don't want to read imagine buck friend zoned eddie bc he didn't realize eddie already came out a month ago)

Eddie braced himself, looking down at the bouquet of flowers in his hand. 8 red roses (a cliche, he knows), 8 green carnations, and 8 clusters of baby’s breaths. Was it a little large? Yes. But Buck deserved the best, especially on Valentine’s Day, and Eddie was more than willing to be the one to give it to him, if he let him.

The sound of Buck’s laughter brought him back to the present, and he stood straighter (ha, what a thought) on instinct. He watched patiently as Buck climbed the stairs with Hen, his face brightening when he saw Eddie standing by the counter.

“Eddie! Happy Valentine’s Day! I got you chocolate,” he said excitedly as he made his way towards him.

“Don’t feel too special, Eddie,” Hen interjected as she walked over to the couch. “He got us all chocolate.”

“Well, obviously I got Eddie the best chocolate. You guys just got the five-dollar one. Eddie gets the forty-dollar one from the vendor off Main Street.”

Hen raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t say anything else, instead choosing to turn on the news. Eddie tried to tamp down the feeling stirring in his gut at the thought of Buck choosing a different set of chocolates for him, but if he was being honest it just gave him more motivation to go through with his plan.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Buck repeated when he was finally standing in front of him. Eddie hoped Buck didn’t notice how his hands were shaking as he took the box of chocolates from him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Buck. These— these are for you,” he said, holding out the bouquet of flowers towards him. Buck’s face lit up even more, if possible.

“Baby’s breaths, my favorite. God, you are such a good friend. Hen!” Eddie startled as Buck all but yelled across the loft. “Did you know my best friend is better than yours?”

Something in Eddie snapped. Was the baby’s breaths all he saw?

“Are you messing with me?”

Buck’s gaze shifted back to him, his smile faltering.

“No?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, snatching the flowers back from him and using it to smack him upside the head. Buck just stared in shock.

“I got you red roses with green carnations and baby’s breath, and your response is to immediately friend zone me? Fuck you.”

“Wait— green carnations… Eddie, are you trying to come out to me right now?”

“Am I— oh my God—” Eddie couldn’t hold back anymore, just placed his free hand on the back of Buck’s neck and dragged him into a rough kiss. It was messy, and definitely an HR violation if Bobby came out of his office. Buck stood still for all of two seconds before wrapping both of his very large hands around Eddie’s waist and pulling him, barely giving him enough time to make sure the flowers were safe from harm’s way.

Eddie didn’t let it go on too long, very aware of their surroundings, and pulled back after a minute.

“I—” Buck started, but Eddie cut over him.

“You think I buy roses for anyone? Maybe that lightning strike is coming back to haunt you.”

Buck smiled. “Well, I definetly don’t buy expensive street vendor chocolate for anyone, either. I just thought you were straight.”

“I came out to you a month ago, it’s not my fault you didn’t realize.”

Eddie saw Buck trying to figure out exactly when it was, but he didn’t let him think too long before dragging him into another kiss. It was worth the papers they had to sign when Bobby caught them.

#911 #911 on abc #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #buddie #buck x eddie #buck and eddie

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riddle-me-ri · 2 days ago

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a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day everybody!! I hope that no matter your relationship status you all love and treat yourselves well because you deserve it! I did Lupin the Third and Gang and figured I'd also try my hand at the roster of Jojo characters I write for lol, enjoy~

Reader Asking Various JJBA Characters to Be Their Valentine

Jonathan Joestar

- Instantly flattered, stumbling over his words.

- Jonathan will likely tease you about how it was his job to ask you first..

- However, he will let it slide as long as you let him treat you-

- Treat you to what? Well, a proper Valentine's Day date of course!

- He was going to treat you even before you asked, but now he's definitely got to make the plans and

- It's a gentleman's duty to sweep the object of his affection off their feet, you know!

Robert E. O. Speedwagon

- Speedwagon is rendered speechless.

- Just how in the hell do you manage to be so damn adorable.

- He couldn't say no even if he wanted to, which by no means would he ever turn you down to begin with.

- When he accepts, it's with an abundance of joy that causes him to pick you up and twirl you around effortlessly.

- Speedwagon's mind is reeling over the next steps-

- Where to take you out, what gifts to get you, what flowers you said were your favorite if you had any…

- Speedwagon couldn't wait to spend the special day with you as your special person.

Joseph Joestar

- Well, Duh! That wasn't already a given?

- Besides, even if you didn't ask Joseph–he already assigned himself the role.

- Will definitely rub it in everyone's face

- (especially Caesar if he's in the picture)

- Through all his teasing, Joseph is deep down extremely grateful.

- Joseph feels like the luckiest bastard in the world…

- And he may even tell you that today when you two are alone…

- Expect to spend the entire day with him and him proudly claiming to be “your” Valentine.

Caesar Zeppeli

- Caesar is stunned.

- Much like Jonathan, he feels it's him who should be the one asking you!

- Caesar, of course, accepts your offer full heartedly.

- Somehow, his romanticism goes up by 11, considering it wasn't already there to begin with…

- Of course, he has to seal the romantic union with a kiss-

- Which definitely won’t be the last kiss of the day…

- Caesar has way more where that comes from and more ~

Jotaro Kujo

- Jotaro is speechless…he's never really cared for the holiday…

- He feels you should celebrate your loved ones year around and not just put all your eggs in one basket, so to speak.

- Jotaro doubts you’re being serious…

- But he's known you long enough to see signs of you being nervous and anxious…

- Which you were showing the longer he took to respond properly.

- If it was anyone else, he'd likely ignore them or tell them to leave him alone…

- He quietly accepts as he lowers the brim of his cap over his eyes.

Noriaki Kakyoin

- Huh?

- Kakyoin stumbles with his words, almost pure word vomit.

- W-what does he say? Is just saying yes enough?

- Should he say more? He should probably say more…

- It's okay, his brain is short circuiting from his crush, asking him to be their Valentine.

- After fumbling, he does come out on top and accepts your request…

- Kakyoin can't hide his excitement, though, as he holds your hand, and you're both off to spend the day together.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

- May or may not start tearing up from the sheer overwhelming emotion of love for you.

- Polnareff is so deep in his emotions he may forget to answer the question-

- Although his dramatic response serves as a good reference that his normal answer would be yes.

- Polnareff is quick to sweep you off your feet-princess style as he begins spilling some cheesy romantic lines.

- If you aren't already in a relationship, this is definitely the moment that starts it

- Polnareff will do whatever it takes to be your one and only Valentine for the rest of your life.

Hol Horse

- Hol Horse has been a handful of people's Valentine…

- Yet there was something different when you asked him this year round…

- You and Hol have been friends for awhile, sure you two flirted and had a fun banter going on…

- In fact, Hol almost suspects you of teasing him because of it, if it wasn't for the anxious look on your face.

- He accepts, of course, without any other second thoughts.

- The smile you give him is sweet enough to do him in.

- Yeah, this isn't the first time he's been asked to be someone's Valentine.

- But he can't deny that he hopes he can be yours year round…

Josuke Higashikata

- Josuke has definitely had his fellow classmate or two ask him this.

- While he is flattered, of course, he doesn't really accept anyone…

- This does make you a little nervous to ask yourself, you two were friends, and what if this ruins it?

- When you push through your nerves, Josuke is surprised.

- But only for a minute–

- Of course, he accepts!

- In fact, he's been waiting to see if you'd ask before he had to ask you himself!

- You're annoyed at the shit he gives you–

- But the beaming smiles you give each other is well worth it.

Giorno Giovanna

- Giorno is flattered, so much so he's rendered flustered.

- He never thought he would ever be considered to be someone's Valentine…

- However, if it had to be anyone that asked, he's glad it was you.

- Through his surprise, he does accept your offer–

- You'll likely have to take the lead as to what you two do to celebrate the day and union.

- Giorno has always had feelings for you, but after this, he's come to the full realization.

- He absolutely adores you, and he wants to make sure he's your Valentine every year for years to come.

Bruno Bucciarati

- Bruno tries to shake off the surprise, but he is fairly taken aback.

- He also feels like he should have been the one asking you-

- When he does accept, he admits that he did plan on asking you himself–

- Yet, in the end, he's just content that the feelings were clearly mutual…

- Bruno sets out to treat you and spend the rest of the day with you.

- He may not have got to ask you, but he will make up for it with actions instead…

- Bruno will never hear the end of it from the gang, but he can't care less.

- As long as your hand was in his and your smile was caused by him, Bruno wanted nothing more.

Jolyne Cujoh

- (the fact you're attempting this knowing Anasui could pop up anywhere is honestly pretty daring, you have my respect)

- Jolyne is surprised.

- Granted if it was anyone else, she would likely ignore them, like her father would–

- Yet, she does care about you a lot..

- Plus, Jolyne does think it's pretty sweet thst you asked her out of everyone else…

- Her cheeks are dusted a soft pink, but she does accept.

- There's not too much you two can do locked up-

- But spending the day with one of the few people you care about the most–there's really nothing better than that.

#ri writes #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #jjba x reader #jonathan joestar x reader #robert e o speedwagon x reader #speedwagon x reader #joseph joestar x reader #caesar zeppeli x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #noriaki kakyoin x reader #jean pierre polnareff x reader #hol horse x reader #josuke higashikata x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #jolyne cujoh x reader

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pinkcreamypeach · 2 days ago

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Valentine's Day 💌 💘 (Mareach)

God spent four hours writing this thinking, rewriting, adding way too much detail, then getting distracted by the idea of drawing. Honestly, I wanted to cram in a ton of characters, but that would've taken forever. I almost wrote a whole Luaisy section, added Toad, Yoshi, and so much more, but my motivation dipped hard. I even planned a full-on Bowser fight scene, but it ended up in the background instead. Next time, I’ll make it way better.

Anyway, cut down on the design details. (Might draw peach dress in the later maybe) Mareach is getting closer to happening, so... lol.

@keylovesstuff @bberetd @peaches2217 @cutejk123

@supergay-64 <-- Sorry if you didn't want to be tagged

@silenzahra <-- forgot to tag you lol.

The soft morning light trickled through the curtains, casting a warm golden hue across Mario and Luigi’s shared bedroom. Mario stirred, stretching his arms wide, his body naturally easing into the motions of someone well-used to a day full of jumping, running, and saving the world. His eyes slowly blinked open, a small, content grin forming on his face as he greeted the morning. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the fresh air, feeling that spark of energy that only the start of a new day could bring.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, the cool wooden floor greeting his bare feet. A quick stretch, his joints popping, and Mario let out a pleased sigh. He wasn’t much for slow mornings, but there was something comforting about this routine. It always set him up for the day ahead, whatever challenges might come.

Glancing at the clock, he shuffled toward the bathroom, rubbing his eyes. “Huh, feelin’ good today,” he muttered to himself. He usually felt like a wreck after a long day of fighting monsters, jumping on Goombas, and dodging fireballs. But today? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was just the sunny weather. Maybe it was... Valentine's Day?

Standing in front of the mirror, Mario squinted at his reflection. In his red mushroom boxers, he scratched his stomach and patted his belly, noticing the familiar scars. Burn marks from his fiery encounters with Bowser, and deep claw marks that... well, he wasn’t sure where they came from. He’d been through so many scrapes, it all blurred together. But at least his signature mustache was still there. He took a whiff of his own breath. “Oof... Definitely need to brush my teeth,” he muttered, frowning.

Mario grabbed his toothbrush, eyes flicking to the empty space where Luigi’s toothbrush should’ve been. He blinked, brain a little slow to wake up. “Oh yeah… he’s off with his girlfriend…” Mario chuckled to himself. He still couldn’t get over the fact that Luigi had found someone. The shy guy who never quite left his comfort zone now had someone who brought him out of his shell. "I thought she’d be trouble," Mario mused with a grin. "But... I guess she’s good for him."

He sighed, thinking about Peach for a moment. Maybe today was the day... the day he’d finally confess his feelings. But... no. How would that even work? He groaned at himself. The last time he tried anything romantic, it ended with him chasing after Toadsworth in a panic. Peach was always sweet and forgiving, but Mario couldn’t help that nervous knot in his stomach. He’d baked her a special dessert for Valentine’s Day, all excited, but was it too cheesy? Probably, but he didn’t mind. He had to at least try.

He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the soap in his eyes until he was already screaming in pain and slipping in the tub. "Mamma mia!" His feet flew out from under him, and he crashed into the soapy water with a splat. His daydreams about Peach scattered like his balance.

Sitting up in the tub with a groan, Mario rubbed his eyes, wishing for a second he could just pull the curtains around him and disappear into his bed. The dramatic thoughts swirled, but before he could fall into them, he grabbed his toothbrush and tried to shake off the chaos.

Without looking, he grabbed the cream from the counter, squirted it onto the brush, and shoved it into his mouth. The moment he tasted it, his eyes went wide in horror. Wait, that's hair cream! He gagged, spitting it out in disgust.

"PERCHÉ QUESTO CONTINUA A SUCCEDERE!!?" Mario shouted in a dramatic mix of frustration and disbelief.

It wasn’t the start he had planned, but then again, when was it ever?

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Princess Peach took a slow, deep breath as she admired her reflection in the mirror, a soft smile curling on her lips. With careful hands, she applied the finishing touch to her look. A heart-shaped accent with her lipstick. Her dress, chosen with care, was the epitome of grace and elegance, a pink Rococo-inspired gown that seemed almost too magnificent to wear.

As Peach twirled in front of the mirror, the soft rustling of her gown.She chuckled softly to herself. Perhaps my family would say this is a bit too extravagant, the most "girly" of all princesses but I wouldn't change a thing. Today is about love, after all. Her heart swelled with excitement as she glanced at the calendar. Yes, today is the day.

With a final glance at herself, she slid her long gloves on and gently gathered the ends of her gown before stepping out of her room. The grand halls of the Mushroom Castle were adorned with decorations in celebration of the day, festive ribbons in shades of pink and red, and cute bows everywhere. The castle’s guards had changed into their new uniforms, fitting the mood with their pastel hues. Each one bowed as she passed, their faces glowing with admiration for their princess, her beauty and grace leaving them in awe.

Toadsworth, ever the reliable elderly, was overseeing the preparations for the grand celebration in town. The festival was to honor love in all its forms, romantic, familial, and platonic. As always, the elder Toad was in his element, helping organize the festivities with great care. He adjusted his golden glasses, a thoughtful gift from the princess herself, and smiled. She had gifted him an exquisite eyeglass holder for Valentine’s Day, simple yet meaningful, and it had brought tears to his eyes.

"Ah, my favorite princess," he said with a warm smile, his voice full of admiration. "You look as beautiful as your mother, my dear."

Peach’s face lit up at the compliment. "Oh, grandpa, you spoil me with your words," she giggled. "But I do appreciate it, thank you."

The two walked side by side, moving toward the front balcony where the event preparations were taking place. As Peach looked out over the gardens, she couldn’t help but smile even wider. The lush, vibrant flowers were tended to with care, and the toads were already buzzing around, handing out early gifts to one another. It was an endearing sight, one that filled her heart with joy. Her people, so full of life and love, celebrating together in this beautiful moment it was all she could have hoped for.

She glanced over at Toadsworth, feeling a surge of gratitude for everything he did to make this day special. "It's truly wonderful to see how much love is in the air today, don’t you think?" she remarked.

Toadsworth smiled fondly at her. "Indeed, Princess. It’s a day for all to share in the joy of love and there’s no one more deserving of such celebration than you."

Peach smiled softly, her heart full of affection for her kingdom and those she held dear. As the festival preparations continued.

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Mario stood in front of his mirror, adjusting his collar with the kind of determination usually reserved for stomping Goombas. He wanted to look good not that he had a fashion degree or anything. Luigi wasn’t around to be a backseat stylist, and honestly, the pea-sized Prince Parsley had his own business to attend to. Probably dating someone new. Not Mario’s problem.

He smoothed out his faded red button-up, pulled on his dark red jeans (fancy!), laced up his trusty brown boots, and because he was feeling classy doused his hair in way too much gel. The result? A slicked-back masterpiece that could probably deflect fireballs. He finished it off with an unreasonable amount of cologne. Was it necessary? No. Did he now smell like an entire department store fragrance aisle? Absolutely.

With a deep breath, he placed his iconic red cap atop his gel fortress, stepped outside, and took in the fresh air. The Mushroom Kingdom stretched before him, Peach’s castle standing pretty in the distance. The sun was shining, the clouds were smiling, and most importantly today wasn’t an “adventure” day. No kidnappings, no rogue Chain Chomps, no existential crises brought on by giant turtles. Just peace.

Then he turned around.

Bowser’s airship loomed overhead, casting a dramatic shadow across his front yard. Mario glanced at his watch. Really? Of course, Bowser had to crash that day. Holidays, birthdays, probably even Peach’s hypothetical baby shower if it was important, Bowser was showing up uninvited.With a resigned sigh, Mario popped back inside, grabbed a Cape Feather, and launched himself skyward. He had about five minutes to keep Bowser from ruining the party.

“Alright, Bowser,” he muttered, cracking his knuckles. “Let’s make this quick.”

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4 hours later

Princess Peach stood in her royal dressing chambers within Peach’s Castle, preparing for her grand speech. The lavish room, bathed in soft shades of pink and gold, gleamed under the morning light streaming through tall windows adorned with flowing silk curtains. A polished vanity, scattered with delicate beauty essentials, sat against the wall, while a flurry of Toad attendants bustled around her, adjusting the final details of her dress and carefully positioning her crown.

Beyond the chamber doors, the castle courtyard buzzed with excitement. Hundreds of Toad citizens had gathered beneath the grand balcony, their tiny mushroom caps bouncing eagerly as they awaited their princess’s arrival. With a final deep breath, Peach straightened her gloves, offered a warm smile to her loyal attendants, and stepped gracefully onto the stage.

“Beloved citizens of the Mushroom Kingdom!” Peach’s voice rang out like a melody, carrying across the sea of joyful faces. “It is with great joy that I officially declare the beginning of our Grand Festival of Love! Today, we celebrate with laughter, music, and most importantly cake! (I personally made sure Toadsworth didn’t skimp on the extra frosting this time!)

“So, put on your finest festival attire, indulge in all the treats your heart desires, and let the celebrations begin! The Mushroom Kingdom’s Grand Festival of Love is officially underway!”

The kingdom erupted in cheers, a wave of excitement surging through the crowd. Peach watched with a delighted smile as her people spread out, filling the castle halls and the festival grounds beyond. The town square gleamed with festive decorations, games, and merriment, love filling the air in every laughter-filled moment.

As the day passed in a joyful blur, Peach found herself holding onto a special thought: her own Valentine’s gift. A gift for Mario.

Where was he? Was he off on another adventure with Luigi? She hadn’t seen him all day.

The sun dipped beneath the horizon, and soon, the final event of the night began the grand ballroom dance. The castle’s halls glittered with candlelight as the guests swayed to elegant music, glasses raised in celebration. Peach smiled at her people, twirling among them, but something in her heart pulled her away.

Excusing herself, she stepped outside, where the kingdom’s streets lay silent and empty under the moon’s glow. The celebration had drawn everyone inside, leaving the once-bustling town still and peaceful. Holding the ends of her dress, she slowly wandered through the quiet pathways, her thoughts drifting.

Where was he?

She had left her gift at home in the rush of the festival, but that didn’t matter. All she wanted was to see him..

Then the hurried footsteps caught her attention first. She turned, her breath hitching slightly when she saw Mario standing before her, a slightly crushed Valentine’s box clutched in his hands. His red shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his pants bore a few small rips, and faint scorch marks streaked his boots. His hair was a complete mess, bouncing slightly as he tried—unsuccessfully—to smooth it down with one hand. He looked like he’d just run through absolute chaos.

And yet, to her, he was still Mario.

As soon as their eyes met, he stiffened, hands trembling slightly as he swallowed hard. A nervous, lopsided smile tugged at his lips, an attempt at his usual confidence, but it wavered under her gaze.

“Pri— *ahem* Principessa… ciao, Principessa Peach…” He gave a quick, stiff bow, but as he glanced down at the ruined box in his hands, he let out a quiet, sheepish chuckle.

“I, uh… you… you look… wow.” The words tumbled out awkwardly, tripping over themselves as his face turned an adorable shade of red. “I mean… beautiful—no, gorgeous, like… *La donna più popolare di sempre.*”

He winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “I should probably stop talking now…”

Peach giggled, warmth flickering in her eyes as she took him in. The slight blush his words had drawn from her softened into something more affectionate as she stepped closer, tilting her head.

“Thank you, chéri,” she murmured, her voice teasing but gentle. Then, with a playful glint, she reached up, her fingers threading lightly through his unruly hair. “I have to say… I quite like the rugged look.” She paused, scrunching her nose slightly. “Though, you do smell a little… smoky.”

Mario exhaled a dramatic sigh, finally putting two and two together.

“Bowser?” she asked, her tone knowing.

“…Yeah,” he admitted, shaking his head. “But don’t worry! I took care of that *bastardo* and his goons.”

Before she could reply, he glanced at the misshapen Valentine’s box in his hands and sighed again. Without a second thought, he tossed it into a nearby trash bin, his expression falling. It wasn’t good enough. Peach deserved something perfect.

She caught on immediately.

“…Wait.” Her eyes twinkled as she glanced at the box. “That was a cake?”

Mario blinked. “How’d you—”

She giggled and tapped his nose with her finger, smiling sweetly.

“Oh, Mario, I have a good sense of smell.” She hummed softly, lacing her hands behind her back. “Even if it was burnt, I would’ve eaten it anyway. Your desserts always make my day better.”

His heart stumbled over itself at that. She always had this way of making him feel like he was enough.

Wordlessly, she took his hand, her fingers slipping effortlessly between his, and led him beyond the castle gates. The soft glow of the festival faded behind them as they wandered into a field of Fire Flowers. Their petals shimmered under the moonlight, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape. At the heart of the field stood a grand tree, its branches stretching toward the stars. Peach stopped beneath it, turning to him with a knowing smile.

“…Remember this place?” she asked softly.

Mario blinked, then his eyes widened as memory washed over him.

“O-oh! Sì!” His face lit up, his voice quieter now, touched by nostalgia. “I remember… the stars, the flowers… and you.”

His voice dropped even softer.

“You made me feel better when Luigi was missing. You always make everything better, Principessa..”

Peach’s smile turned tender as she stepped closer.

The fireflowers bathed the field in a soft, golden glow, their petals flickering like tiny lanterns against the darkened landscape. Above, the sky stretched endlessly, jeweled with stars, casting a dreamy silver light over the scene. A gentle wind rustled through the trees, carrying the scent of flowers and the distant hum of the festival still lingering in the kingdom.

In the middle of it all, Princess Peach and Mario stood beneath a towering tree, its branches stretching toward the heavens. The moment felt like a fairytale, something out of a dream, yet entirely real.

Mario, ever the gentleman despite his usual clumsiness, bowed slightly, extending his hand toward her. “May I have this dance, Principessa?”

Peach, smiling with a playful twinkle in her eyes, placed her gloved hand in his. “I’d be delighted, mon chéri.”

And with that, he swept her into an elegant, old-fashioned waltz, their feet gliding over the grass as if they were dancing atop the stars themselves.Mario held her securely, his grip firm yet gentle, guiding her across the glowing field. His usual roughness was softened, his movements careful but still undeniably him a little hesitant, a little bashful, but full of warmth. Peach followed his lead with practiced grace, letting herself be twirled effortlessly before returning to the safety of his arms.

The moment quickly turned playful. Peach giggled as Mario spun her again, this time pulling her in close, their chests nearly touching. “Getting bold, aren’t we?” she teased.

Mario smirked. “Just tryin’ to keep up with you, *bella.*”

She hummed, arching a brow. “Oh? Then keep up with this.”

With surprising agility, she took the lead for a moment, twirling him instead. Mario stumbled slightly but recovered quickly, his laughter echoing into the night.

“Oh, you’re real cheeky tonight,” he said, grinning.

She giggled and playfully nudged his nose with hers. “I think you like it.”

Before he could respond, she suddenly let go, stepping backward as if to challenge him. Mario blinked, then smirked, accepting the silent invitation. With a dramatic sweep of his arm, he lunged forward, grabbing her waist and spinning her back into his hold, earning a delighted squeal from the princess.

“Still gotcha,” he murmured.

Her breath hitched slightly as she gazed up at him, her hands resting against his chest. The fireflowers flickered around them, their glow reflecting in his eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the dance had become more than just a playful movement.

“…You really are something else, Mario,” Peach finally whispered, her voice softer now, her fingers tracing the edge of his collar.

Mario swallowed, his usual bravado melting just a little. “Yeah? Well… you make it real easy to wanna hold onto somethin’ this good.”

Her cheeks warmed as she tilted her head. “Then don’t let go.”

His hands tightened ever so slightly at her waist, a silent promise as the dance continued slower, gentler, wrapped in moonlight, fireflowers, and the quiet understanding that, in that moment, nothing else mattered.

As Mario dipped Peach for the final flourish of their dance, the momentum carried them both down onto the soft grass. A breathless laugh escaped Peach’s lips as she landed beneath him, her golden hair fanning out around her like a halo. The glow of the fire flowers surrounded them, casting a warm, flickering light over their faces.

Mario hovered above her, his hands still securely wrapped around her waist, his breath slightly unsteady. The playful laughter between them softened into something quieter, something deeper. Peach gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes, her cheeks dusted pink, her smile warm and inviting.

She lifted a delicate hand, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face before leaning in, pressing the gentlest kiss against his cheek. The warmth of her lips lingered against his skin, and Mario’s face turned an unmistakable shade of red. He barely had time to react before she rested her forehead against his, her breath mingling with his in the cool night air.

“…Happy Valentine’s Day, Mario,” she whispered, her voice as soft as the petals around them.

Mario swallowed thickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared into her eyes. She looked so radiant, so effortlessly beautiful, bathed in golden firelight and starlit silver. He couldn’t help but lean in closer, his grip on her waist tightening just slightly as if grounding himself in the moment.

“…Happy Valentine’s Day, too, mi Amore” he murmured, his voice barely above a breath.

They stayed like that, lost in each other, the world melting away as the fire flowers swayed gently around them two hearts intertwined beneath the endless starry sky.

#They still aren't dating btw (It's unbearable sometimes)#i spent way too long on this #happy valentine's day #happy valentines #super mario #princess peach #mario #nintendo #mario x princess peach #mareach #mareach fanfiction #Welp long as fanfiction I wrote #Felt lazy afterwards

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mcflymemes · 6 hours ago

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AS SAID BY LACE HARDING - PARTY BANTER * assorted banter from dragon age: the veilguard

don't just stand there!

what does it mean?

oh, that's just a me thing.

you didn't even list ten people!

our paths didn't cross much.

never would've guessed what he was planning.

that's a tricky question.

honestly, i don't know. i think about it, too.

it was a good question.

you can't kill someone for something they might do.

next time you need help moving furniture around your room, let me know.

i was going to come check, but then the noises stopped.

raw strength's important, but so is technique.

want me to show you?

did my tips help?

thank you for that new nightmare.

i don't know anymore.

i don't think an indifferent god is better than an evil one.

maybe things would have been better if they hadn't fought.

we don't know that.

i'm here now, and you're here now, and the best thing we can do is learn from the past.

i'm not arguing with that.

you're not one of them.

be kind to yourself.

romance looks good on you.

i was just trying to be nice!

what kind of questions, exactly?

are you waggling your eyebrows at me?

it's definitely... something.

yeah. we're together.

what exactly was in the basket?

don't worry about it. you weren't prying.

that's so sweet.

would you like some tea?

she just pops up whenever things get weird.

we'll probably never know why.

you've got a lot of trophies.

i wish there was something else we could do for them.

i still don't know why this happened.

what's that like?

i try to ignore it, but something's out there.

i don't know what happened.

how long did it take you to get used to it?

i don't drink. but thank you.

sometimes i get unpleasant thoughts or feelings, and i come out here.

i can't resist that face!

i'm surprised some of us still wear pants.

it's actually easy. maybe too easy?

i can totally see it.

i thought you'd be used to gruesome.

does magic ever make you feel... itchy?

it's... complicated.

do you really think so?

if you liked someone, what would you do? to show you liked them, i mean.

you've been... kinda preoccupied.

it was terrifying the first time it happened.

how did you become such a good cook, anyway?

that's why we don't work there anymore.

i only need one.

i'm afraid of what you are.

it's not personal.

do you ever wake up angry at someone for something they did in a dream?

you mentioned you don't sleep?

i know that face.

i was looking for you, actually.

i was just exaggerating.

you're watching me.

i dreamed about strawberry tarts last night.

do dreams actually mean anything?

what do you think this room was used for before?

this is a weird question, but do you think i could sit on your shoulders in battle one day?

there are people like you everywhere.

isn't that cheating?

whatever it is, it's not stupid. you can tell me.

are you all right? you're limping.

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arachnixe · 2 hours ago

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I'd be lying if I said I didn't notice the meandering at times, but... well, let's just say that compared to other web serials I've read, your style of meandering is practically laser focus. And I'm saying that as someone who primarily writes and reads short fiction, so I definitely have less patience for narrative bloat than most web serial readers do.

That said, I think you also used the wider breadth of scope in very satisfying ways. Like I commented on before, the human-as-monster and monster-as-human theme is better executed here than I think I've ever seen from another author, and a large part of that is how you iterated on it again and again in different ways and with different characters that all had their own relationship with their struggle for identity on that axis.

We've got Vita, the monster who thought she was human and struggled with how she had to pretend to be so, whose struggle for fulfillment required being true to her natural, inhuman nature. Penelope (my beloved!) is almost her mirror, human in truth but still "faking" her humanity in her own way. Like Vita, her struggle for identity means pursuing and embracing inhumanity.

There's Penta, who got to touch humanity once and fell in love with it, longing to pursue that life and identity for herself. She's mirrored and contrasted by Lark, who doesn't so much pursue humanity as constantly wrestle her inhumanity.

All of them have their own relationships to the dual concept of "human as identity" versus "human as person who acts with compassion," and I loved reading each of their POVs as they grappled with all of it.

Also I really truly fell in love with Penelope as a character. Her arc is perfect.

I don't know how much you care to read one reader's mini literary analysis of your own story, and I can't be sure which themes you feel like you didn't quite nail, but... I mean, the punchline is that it's still a fantastic story, and what it does well it does *very* well.

Bioshifter is a delight in its own way. This post is getting long enough as it is, so I'm not going to dive too deep into it, but I adore how it inverts the self-sacrificial conclusion that HMGGH had. I don't know if you plan to write a sequel, but is it weird if I hope you never do? I find the ending powerful and moving as-is. Hannah did what she could, and it's more than anyone else managed, and now the future is unknown but with a spark of hope there wasn't before. Personally, I love the ambiguity of it. Putting in the work to make a difference for the next person even when things are bleak and you can't know what the future holds... it feels deeply relevant to the world we live in today.

vigor mortis is my favorite stories of all times, only thing that's managed to locked me into a binge read in years and yeah you're right, the ending had me crying. looking forward to your thoughts on bioshifter, i still haven't finished it myself (why is it so hard to pick things back up >.>)

Bioshifter didn't resonate with me quite as much as Vigor Mortis—which is perhaps surprising given the whole spider thing—but that's not a slight against it. Vigor Mortis just hit some very specific themes I adore with laser precision.

Having now finished Hive Minds Give Good Hugs, it's easy to see a thematic throughline of "trying to do the right thing" and how it both connects with and is separate from the concept of ones "humanity." Both VM and HMGGH seem to take very similar approaches to that specific theme, but...without going into specifics, Bioshifter veers hard off the course charted by the other two. I actually think it has an even stronger ending than Vigor Mortis, which is impressive considering how well VM really sticks its landing. One of the things I like about it is that it doesn't wrap everything up in quite so tidy a bow, and it has a wildly different conclusion.

Also Sela might actually be my very favorite take on the "killer robot with contempt for flesh-beings" trope, especially with her role in the climax. Genuinely, the way that whole thing plays out is delightful.

#Bioshifter spoilers #Vigor Mortis spoilers

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osamusriceballs · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 29 <3

Suna x public sex

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,8 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Last day

"You can't-"

Your legs press together, his cock now tightly squeezed between your thighs. You see yourself in the mirror, clad only in the lingerie that he chose for you. A black and white compilation of lace, one that reminds you of his old high school uniform that he often gives you to sleep in.

"But I'm doing it right now, aren't I, doll?" His hands wander from your hips to your sides, rubbing the exposed skin until you feel warm all over.

"We're in public-" you weakly protest, already succumbing into the way he's touching you so gently. Suna knows how to push your buttons; he knows how to get you all worked up for him.

"You just need to keep quiet. Can you do that for me? Keep those pretty little noises inside?" His lips touch the back of your neck, and you see his eyes attentively watching you in the mirror, gauging every single one of your reactions. He can read you like a book, not needing any encouragement, but knowing exactly what you want just from analyzing your body language. "Can you?" He repeats when you don't respond, and you softly nod as an answer, not trusting your voice to come out steadily. "Good. Such a good doll for me. You look so sexy in that lingerie." His hand comes to the flimsy pair of panties that barely hide your pussy, his fingers tugging playfully on the material until you feel it stretching over your clit. "Rin, no- it's gonna rip-" you lowly protest, laying your hand over his to stop him from pulling harder, even though you want nothing more but to feel more of that friction. Or at least feel something that will help to ease the ache between your legs.

"It's not worth buying then," he dryly comments, but stops tugging and you let out a low shriek when the material snaps back on your skin. His cock rubs between your legs when he lazily thrusts his hips, your thighs pressing together even harder at the sudden friction on your clit.

"Rin-" you while, your hands pressing harder against the mirror when you push your ass against him. "Shh. I though you can stay quiet for me." He raises an eyebrow in a teasing manner- and under other circumstances you would have swatted his hands away and pouted until he kisses you to make up for it.

"It's kind of hard to stay quiet when your cock is between my legs." His hips thrust once again, a deep, strained breath leaving his lips at your words. You know that he loves it when you're vocal like this. "Oh, doll, that's not even close to what I will do to you. You should know better." His hand comes up to your chest, his fingers tracing the lacey pattern of the bra while his gaze roams over your body, no hurry in his movements and actions. You know that he doesn't really care about the fact that there could be other people in the shop, hell, there even could be people in the dressing room next to you and he wouldn't care. An assistant could come up to you any second, banning you from ever entering the shop again, if she knew what you're both doing on there, but you know that Suna won't stop until you're both satisfied, no matter what happens.

"Pull them down for me. Slowly." He whispers in your ear, pulling his hips back until his cock no longer pushes between you legs and his chin rests on your shoulder. Your heartbeat speeds up and you hesitantly reach for the dark material, being fully convinced that there is a stain on it already. You hook your thumbs into the hem of the panties, keeping eye-contact with Suna through the mirror while you slowly pull them down your thighs and let them fall down to the ground. You know that you're wet already, eager for him to touch you more, but he keeps one hand on your side while the other plays with your tit, his gaze fixated on your exposed cunt. "Hm, look at you. Even prettier without them on." He compliments while his thumb firmly rubs your nipple, eliciting a small moan out of you.

You arch your back into him, your eyes half-closed while you watch his hand caressing your body and softly holding you. "Can you- Rin, please, fuck me," you whisper, doing your best to keep your voice down, and he smiles at your attempt to lower your voice. "Can't deny my pretty doll face anything when she begs for my cock like that." He softly kisses your cheek before his hand moves to his cock, pumping himself slowly and spreading his precum all along his length. "Can't wait to feel you around me." He groans, two of his fingers pinching your nipples at his words, and you let out a moan- so loud that you wearily glance towards the curtain on your back, but much to your relief, no one comes to kick you out.

"You want me to prep you, doll?" His cock halts at your entrance, the tip barely dipping into your wetness, and you know your knees would give up if he wasn't pressing you so hardly against the mirror. "Just put it in. Rin, please fuck me," you beg, still trying to keep your voice as low as you can, and he groans and slowly pushes his tip inside. "So wet for me. Wet from having my cock rubbing between your legs. Such a dirty slut for me." His voice right next to your ear does something for you, and you let out another low whimper, just a tad bit louder this time. He tenses at the sound, pausing his movements when his cock is only half inside. "Gimme a hand here." He suddenly grabs your hand from the mirror, and you yelp when your face is pressed against the cool glass, your breaths making it foggy and harder for you to see his pretty face. You feel his tongue around your fingers though, licking a long stripe along two of them before he presses the digits against your lips.

"I want you to suck on these fingers while I fuck you. Pretend it's my cock. Make them nice and wet for me, doll." He rasps against your ear, and you desperately pant and clench around the tip of his cock when you slowly bring the fingers inside your mouth. You taste his saliva on your tongue, making sure to make a show of how you swirl your tongue around them before you put them into your mouth and he lets out a low groan when he sees how you suck eagerly on your fingers. You feel his chest heave against your back, his hand on your hip tightening his grip for a second before he abruptly pushes further inside of you until he's fully sheathed inside. Your walls flutter around him, you feel so warm and wet and welcome around him, and he finds himself pausing for a moment, enjoying how you clench and writhe in front of him while you suck on your fingers. Such a lewd sight- only for him.

He doesn't waste any time before he pulls his hips back and quickly pushes them forward again, making sure to hold your body steady to go deeper. Your breath is erratic, just like your heartbeat, your pussy throbbing for him, aching to have him fuck you, to have him touch you more-

"Don't worry, doll, I'll fuck you how you like it. I know what my little cumbucket needs," he hisses through gritted teeth and then he finally starts fucking you. His thrusts are slower than usual, for no doubt his measly attempt to keep quiet, even though you know for sure that the sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard in the next cabins. They are more powerful and harder than usual, his grayish eyes carefully observing your reactions until he sees how your face contorts in bliss. That's when he keeps angling his hips in the same way, knowing that he found your sensitive spot, and he will make sure to reach it every single time that he thrusts inside of you. You feel the heat coiling in your stomach when he fucks you just right, just how you need it. You're being used like a sex toy- and you love every single second of it.

You stiffen in front of him, feeling the warm glass against your cheek when he hits the same spot again and again, and you know that it will not take much more to make you cum. You whine against your fingers, slightly biting down to muffle your moans, and you feel how your legs tense even more when you're close, so close to reach your high-

"C'mon, doll face. Cum for me, and then I will fill you up. You like that, don't ya? Being full of my cum, walking home with my cum dripping down your legs." There is a need in his voice that makes you go feral, and you meet his thrusts with your hips, knowing fully well that you can't hold back much longer. His hands grab your hips tighter, and you gasp for air when you feel him so deep inside you-

Your thighs clench together when you suddenly reach your high, a particularly strong thrust sending you over the edge easily. You whine around the fingers, trying to stay as quiet as you can, but you can barely focus on staying quiet when you feel him tense too, his arms grabbing you almost painfully hard at this point when he cums, the hot liquid filling you up and painting your walls white. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, of being so deliciously full of him while you both remain motionless, just your ragged breaths escaping you while he holds your limp body up.

You know that he would usually praise you and massage your stiff limbs- he doesn't seem like it, but Suna is definitely a master at aftercare- but now he simply kisses your bare shoulder, only a few quiet words reaching your ears, like "love" and "pretty". You shiver in his arms, your mind slowly getting clearer, and you notice that you have drooled quite a lot around your fingers- much to your embarrassment, but a mischievous glint in Suna's eyes tells you that he definitely enjoys seeing you like this. You hesitantly pull your fingers out of your mouth, your jaw slightly aching from being kept so widely opened for so long.

Suna slowly pulls his softened cock out, not caring much about the thick droplet of cum that drips down your thighs and onto the new panties, much to your horror. His lips curl into a smile when he sees your reaction, and he leans down to reach for them and he soon holds them up with a triumphant huff.

"C'mon, doll. Get dressed while I buy the set..."

He suddenly slaps your bare ass, and you shriek as the sound echoes through- probably through the whole shop. "Rin!"

"...and then we can go home. I want to rip it off for real this time."

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