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brights-place · 1 month ago

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[TWST] First years & Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Stupid Slang Prompt by: bakuhve

A/N: I HAD TO WRITE IT OKAY IT WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA LOVE BAKUHVE FOR EXISTING YOU GORGEOUS HUMAN BEING! Banner art is by @maenongdeuce on x @/ List: @c0ralrubi , @writingbluerose , @bakuhve, @goose-things, @s0mething27, @kingheinrey, @gracegarnet, @honey-inthe-moon

Summary: [MC] joins the first years on a recent trend in TWST, GEtting the prefect to read off twisted wonderland lingo from a paper meanwhile the others take a gulp of water trying not to laugh. The only thing though that made it funnier was the fact that [Mc] was staring at the piece of paper like it was the most unhinged thing in their grasp

You blinked in surprise, staring down at the sheet of paper in your hands before glancing up at the group of first-years, who eagerly gave you a thumbs-up.

The moment the video started, Ace barely managed a snort before immediately choking on his water, sputtering and coughing in an attempt to recover himself. You haven't even started on speaking, your lips twitching up seeing how Ace reacted before you even said the first thing on the paper, Deuce, caught between concern and stifled laughter, clamped a hand over his mouth, while Epel burst into uncontrollable cackles at how quickly Ace had lost his composure. Meanwhile, Jack stood off to the side, arms crossed, exchanging a puzzled glance with Sebek, who looked equally bewildered by the scene unfolding before them. Ortho, positioned slightly apart from the group, blinked in amusement before letting out a cheerful laugh, muffling it behind his robotic fist. "I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTING YET DAMN?!" You exclaimed smacking Ace who grinned. Grim, who had been lounging off to the side munching on his tuna, barely spared a glance before blinking and going right back to eating.

After a brief pause to let Ace stop dying, the group restarted the recording. You stood in the middle, gripping the paper like it held the secrets of the universe. With a deep breath, you squinted at the words, already side-eyeing the group, who were barely containing their laughter.

Your e/c eyes scanned the paper. “…‘Where the huzz at?’” A chorus of barely restrained giggles filled the air. Epel’s shoulders started shaking violently, and Ortho, standing beside you, blinked as his pupils dilated. His scanners were running at full capacity, desperately searching his database for any form of context. “‘Skibidi… tuah…? Hawk tuah rizz?’” you continued, blinking in confusion. Jack’s tail stiffened, wagging slightly as he tensed, trying not to laugh. The water in his mouth swished dangerously from side to side. Deuce, meanwhile, was already tearing up, his hand clamped over his mouth as he turned away in a last-ditch effort to maintain his dignity water dribbling onto the floor as he sucked it in. Ortho, despite being a robot, looked like he was about to short-circuit from secondhand embarrassment, while your own awkward grin only made the situation worse.

Then came the final blow

“Level 10 Gyatt…?" you mumbled, mispronouncing the word entirely.

That was it. Ace completely lost it. The redhead was gripping your shoulder like his life depended on it, cackling so hard he went limp, before suddenly spitting out another mouthful of water. It dribbled down his chin as he wheezed, clutching onto you tighter for support. Deuce, in sheer panic, smacked Ace’s back probably not to help, but just to distract himself from laughing. Sebek stood stiffly to the side, his brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of the madness. He turned to Jack and Epel, hoping for answers, but found only barely restrained chaos.

“Fine Shite?” Epel, in that exact moment, wheezed so hard he started choking on his water, doubling over and nearly collapsing to his knees. Jack’s tail wagged like crazy as his ears twitched, his restraint barely hanging by a thread.

Sebek, utterly lost, turned to Deuce with the intensity of a man demanding answers to the universe’s greatest mysteries. He gestured wildly, his hands cutting through the air like he was conducting an invisible orchestra of confusion. “EXPLAIN!” his eyes practically screamed.

Deuce, however, was in no state to answer. Face red and trembling from suppressed laughter, he barely managed to choke down his water before doubling over, wheezing "Negative 1000 aura" You uttered with a raised brow.

Ortho knelt beside Ace, patting his back with the solemnity of a grieving widow at a funeral. Ace, still sprawled out on the floor, was wheezing so hard that he looked like he was about to pass into the afterlife.

“N-Negative… 1000… aura…” he gasped between ragged breaths, tears streaming down his face. You surveyed the utter carnage before you, the sheer stupidity of the situation making your brain short-circuit. With a deep, exhausted sigh, you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“…What the hell did I just read?” Epel, positioned beside Ace, let out a laugh so violent it sounded almost inhuman. His legs flailed in the air, kicking wildly as he cackled like a dying horse. Deuce turned to you, still laughing but visibly fighting for his life to not end up on the floor alongside the others. Jack and Sebek, however, remained standing barely. Jack’s shoulders twitched like he was trying to physically restrain himself, and Sebek stood stiffly, looking dangerously close to short-circuiting.

Ortho, ever the curious observer, peered over your shoulder, scanning the paper before pointing at the next phrase with his mechanical finger. “There’s more,” he helpfully informed.

You hummed, looking down before hesitantly reading aloud, “…Raise your ya ya yas’?” Silence filled the room before Jack exploded.

The wolf beastman bent over, gripping his knees as his entire body shook with laughter. His canines flashed in a wide grin before SPLOOSH the water he had been holding in his mouth shot out like a geyser.

Right onto Ace and Deuce’s already suffering faces. Sebek, who had been holding in his composure like a dam about to burst, could no longer take it. His patience snapped like a twig in a hurricane.

“WHAT ARE THESE SAYINGS?! WHAT DO THEY EVEN MEAN?!” he bellowed, eyes wild as he snatched the paper from your hands, shaking it as if that would somehow force it to reveal its secrets.

Jack, still doubled over, was barely holding himself together. The rest of the group was done. Sebek, however, was not.

He stormed over to you, planting himself at your side, his booming voice practically rattling your skull as he yelled at the others, demanding explanations while trying to read the paper. Before anyone could answer, Epel, still weak from laughing, tried to take a step only for his foot to land right on the puddle of water Jack had spat out.

He went down like a crate of spilt apples.

“AH—!”

With an ungraceful thud, he tumbled forward right onto Deuce.

“AGH—DUDE?!—”

Deuce yelped, the sudden impact knocking him clean off balance. He flailed helplessly for a moment before crashing straight into Ace, who was only just recovering from his previous collapse.

SMACK—THUD!

Ace let out a shriek of laughter as he lost his footing, landing square on his ass with a loud oof.

The room fell into stunned silence, everyone processing the absolute disaster that had just unfolded in real-time.

And then

“…‘Ohio Oni-chan’?”

The second the words left your mouth, the room ERUPTED. Ace was gone, his laugh turning into a dying wheeze as he clutched his stomach. Deuce slammed a fist into the floor, absolutely done. Jack had to physically turn away to keep himself from collapsing. Ortho let out a gleeful robotic giggle, his eyes flashing brightly as he recorded everything for future blackmail.

Sebek, however, did not look amused. His eyes twitched violently, his entire body stiff with frustration.

You sighed, lips twitching despite yourself as you took in the absolute mess before you the heap of bodies on the floor, Jack barely holding it together, Ortho just enjoying the show, and Sebek, who looked like he was questioning his entire existence.

Honestly… you couldn’t even be mad. A grin tugged at your lips as you shook your head. “…What a disaster.” you muttered grinning

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sanguineterrain · 10 months ago

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Hello sanne! I have a request, if it inspires you: what about reader who's been hurt and has amnesia when they wake up. And Jason is there and reader gets all flustered because pretty boy alert!! Pretty boy is speaking gently to them!! And in actuality Jason and reader are together. I hope that made sense 😭 love your writing so so much!!

this is such a sweet request!

jason todd x gn!reader. tw medical setting, reader is on pain meds and has been in an accident, major major fluff, established relationship.

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The first thing you notice is that your mouth tastes... not good.

You try to swallow and clear out the taste. All that happens is a useless smack of your tongue. Your throat is too dry for any swallowing to happen.

"...been out for about twelve hours. Yeah, I've been here the whole time."

You're pretty sure that you know that voice. You're drawing a blank on that voice's name, but you swear you know the voice.

"They're awake. Yeah, bye."

It's deep and warm and soft and yes. You definitely know the voice.

Okay. Opening your eyes.

You do so with substantial effort. Your vision is bleary. All you can make out are blobs of gray. You've got a lot of eye boogies in your eyes. You can feel them.

But you're not really sure about where your hands are at this moment in time, so the eye boogies will have to camp out for a little longer.

"Hey." The bed shifts. That warm voice gets closer. "Hey, hey. Y'thirsty?"

A straw taps your lips. You clumsily take it and drink until it gurgles and there's no more water.

"Yeah, I'll bet you're thirsty. Want more?"

You shake your head. A cool, rough hand pets your forehead. Oh, that's nice. That's very nice. The bedside manner in this hospital is impeccable. A little forward, but you don't mind. The voice and his hand are both very polite.

Time to try to actually see some shit. You hone in on your vision, putting every iota of brainpower into processing what your eyes are telling your brain.

A figure. A man. Huzzah!

Oh. Oh, wow. A very beautiful man. A big, hulking, beautiful man.

He's young, boyishly handsome. His eyes are bright. A scar is etched from the top of his right temple to his lip. There's a white streak in his dark hair. Is that a trend now? You can't remember.

"Where 'm I?" you ask.

"You're in the Batcave. How much do you remember, honey?" the gorgeous, beautiful, dreamboat nurse asks.

Well, you remember being in a car, and then being ejected from that car, and then hot, blinding pain, and then... waking up.

"Car accident?" you manage.

Pretty Nurse nods. Is he a nurse? He looks more like a biker, with his leather jacket and empty holsters. He looks like he could pin you down with one arm and—

Whoa. Chill.

"Yeah, kinda. There was an explosion. You hit your head pretty hard." He strokes the back of your head, frowning. "How do you feel?"

You feel like your head has an anvil tied to it. But it's okay, because look at this biker-nurse! Wowza!

He takes your hand (you have hands! Huzzah!) and strokes your knuckles with his thumb, which is fine, actually, because he has really nice eyes. You want to tell him.

"You h've nice eyes," you say.

Pretty Nurse blinks, looking startled. His cheeks go a little pink. "Oh. Um, thanks, baby. Y'sweet."

Baby? Do you really have that much rizz as a medical patient? You can't imagine how irresistible you must be when you haven't been in an explosion.

But then everything shatters when you look down and see a silver band on his hand. What the shit! He's married? Or engaged, at least. Son of a biscuit.

And he's flirting with you? What a pig!

You snatch your hand back, suddenly sour. Pretty Nurse raises his eyebrows.

"What's a'matter?"

"You have a ring," you say, voice dripping in contempt.

"I—" He looks down. "Uh, well, yeah. I do."

Devastating. "If you're taken, you shouldn't be flirting with me, jerk."

He squints. "Wh—oh. Oh. Huh."

Pretty Biker Nurse looks like you've just said something funny. You don't see what's so funny about infidelity. May God strike him down!

He smiles coyly. "D'you know who I am, sweetheart?"

"Yes," you say, glowering. "Y'just a no-good philanderer who should be ashamed of hi'self. Don't care how handsome you are; I won't enter your web of lies!"

He laughs, bright and sweet. Damn him! You need a different nurse. This one is the epitome of temptation.

"Oh, baby. Oh, you're too cute. Can I take your hand?"

"Not if you're gonna flirt more," you say, lifting your chin. "Dirtbag."

"Your moral code is incredible, honey. Good to know I'll never have anything to worry about, though I never doubted you. Can I show you something, though?"

He lifts your hand and on your finger is a gold band. More delicately shaped than his ring, but similar.

"Oh my God," you say, panic growing. "I'm cheating on my husband."

He laughs louder this time. "Your fiancé, actually. Wedding isn't till August. And no, honeylove. You're not cheatin', 'cause I'm right here."

He leans in and kisses your forehead. Your hackles raise for a moment until... wait...

"You're my fiancé?" you ask, eyes huge.

He smiles shyly. "In the flesh. Y'remember my name?"

You feel like it's a J name. "J..."

"Jason," he says gently. "Yeah, wow. They got you on some pretty strong meds, huh? Leslie said you should start to remember more stuff in a day."

Jason. Pretty Biker Nurse Jason. Holy moly. He's engaged to you? About to marry you?

"You are so pretty," you blurt.

That makes Jason more shy. He smiles like he's done something he's not supposed to do. "Not as pretty as you, honey pie."

"No, you're... I mean, wow. Sorry I called you a jerk. How did I get with you? That's crazy. You're fine as hell."

Jason snorts, wide shoulders shaking. His cheeks are red. "Jesus, you're shameless."

Well, yeah. You're still not sure this isn't a dream. You have to let your fiancé know exactly what you think about him.

You prepare to tell him something smooth and romantic. Something about how kissable he looks.

"Y'look like a sexy biker."

Hm. Not exactly what you had in mind. Your brain feels like a blue raspberry slushie.

Jason grins. "Oh, yeah? That why you been starin' at me? Didn't know you had a thing for bikers. You're terrified of going on my motorcycle."

How does he know that? It's true; you like bikers from afar but you're not about to get on a death machine, thanks.

"You can rev my engine," you say, head slumping against the pillow.

"Oh my God," Jason says, clearly delighted. "Don't think I've ever seen this reaction to pain meds."

"Can't believe we're engaged," you say again. "How'd we even meet?"

"Well, I'm a vigilante of sorts, and the first time we met was after I saved you from a mugging. And then we kinda just... kept running into each other. You bought me coffee without realizing who I was. And we, uh, fell in love. As people do."

"You proposed to me in Spain," you say suddenly, the memory rushing back. "You... you wanted to prove you wouldn't put work above us."

Jason nods, lacing your and his fingers together. "Yeah, that's right. Three weeks in Spain." He pulls out his phone and shows you the lockscreen. It's of you two. Jason has sunglasses on. You're smiling. You can't remember ever smiling like that before.

Tears suddenly spring to your eyes, emotion smacking into you like an eighteen-wheeler. Jason leans in, concerned.

"Baby? Hey, what's wrong? Something hurts?" he asks, inspecting your head.

Your mouth quivers. "You... you love me so much."

Jason stops, tilting his head. "I... uh, yeah. 'Course I do. You're the person I love the most in the world."

That makes you cry, tears running down your cheeks. Jason's eyes widen in alarm.

"Sweetheart? What's—hey, it's okay. Why're y'crying, huh?"

He brushes your tears away with his thumbs, cradling your face. You sniffle.

"I'm s-sorry I called you a dirtbag," you blubber. "Y'not a dirtbag. You love me so much."

"Oh-ho, oh, honey. Baby, you've been unconscious for twelve hours. You're under heavy medication. I know you didn't recognize me, it's okay. Trust me, I've been called far worse," Jason says tenderly.

Dear God, you're a beast. What kind of person doesn't recognize their own fiancé?! You cry harder.

"I should've remembered you! I'm a bad fiancé," you wail.

"Aw, sweetheart. No, no, it's okay. C'mere."

Jason scoots you over slightly and pulls you into his arms. You cry into his shoulder, slobbering all over his sexy biker jacket. He rubs circles on your back.

"You're really cute and nice and I'm glad y'marrying me," you say, muffled in his shoulder.

Jason hums, the sound vibrating through you. "I'm really happy to be marrying you, sweetheart. You rock my world."

You sniff. "Really?"

"Mmhm." Jason kisses the side of your neck. "How 'bout you sleep a little more, hm? I bet you're exhausted."

Now that he mentions it, you do feel pretty worn-out. Especially after crying. And almost getting blown up.

"Will you be here when I wake up?"

"Absolutely, honey. I swear."

Jason eases you onto your back. Your eyes are beginning to feel heavy.

"Sleep, beautiful. I'm right here."

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prael · 2 months ago

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Drive You Crazy

Aespa Winter x Male Reader // Quickfire Challenge 2

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"That's it. You're so not getting any tonight. I already told you, it's the lighting." There's an inflexion at the end of the sentence. A little indicator, a warning light, Winter's about to raise her voice - lose her cool - and it'll be the second time in as many minutes.

"Did you shave them off?" you ask, leaning in far too close to her brow.

"What?!" she snaps. "I did not shave off my fucking eyebrows."

"Is it some sort of trend? Are people into that? If it is then I don’t think I like it."

"Not only are you not getting any, you're sleeping on the floor." She's trying not to get angry, trying to make this all into a joke, but the way her lips are pursed - and those are still perfect, as ever - means you've pushed her a little too far.

"I don't want to sleep with someone with no eyebrows anyway."

No words this time, only a punch in your left arm. You yelp in mock pain, rubbing your shoulder as though she's actually done any real damage. You start stumbling ahead of her, acting out a limp, and you know she's staring at you with that 'fuck-off-now-or-I'm-actually-gonna-hit-you' expression on her face. "That did not hurt, stop it."

"I'm pretty sure I've got a bruise, look." You turn around, rolling up the sleeve of your t-shirt to expose the skin below. It's not there, obviously, but you wait until Winter's standing beside you before you start laughing. She doesn't find it quite so funny.

"You're so fragile. So easily damaged," she says, walking past you, bumping your shoulder again. Her dress ripples in the gentle breeze that whips up behind the trees to your right, before flowing through, carrying the scent of pine, earth, and fresh grass. A fitting compliment to the lake on your left, and the setting sun above. The sky is painted a vivid red, with a gradient of pink, orange and purple, and the clouds are thin, like wisps of cotton candy.

You follow a few steps behind, plotting your next move, your next opportunity to annoy her. It's a game you love to play because you know that no matter how much she might pretend otherwise, Winter does enjoy it. And it's easy to wind her up, so easy. "Hey, can we go for a swim? It looks like it's really warm."

"No," she says, not even bothering to look back at you.

"God, you're so boring." You catch up to her, walk side by side, and wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, kissing her on the temple, just below her hairline. "But you are the prettiest girl here, I'll give you that."

"Shut up, I'm the only girl here," she says, though the hint of a smile appears. "I'm boring for not wanting to throw myself in a lake filled with who knows what."

"Fish," you say.

"Exactly."

"And plants, and water..."

"Thank you for clearing that up."

"Don't mention it."

"You're an ass, do you know that?"

"So you keep telling me."

"Yeah, well, maybe one day you'll start believing me."

"Maybe."

The two of you continue walking along the dirt path, through the trees, and out towards the clearing. Winter's arm has made its way around your waist, and now the two of you are walking in time, matching strides, the sound of your steps on the gravel echoing in a pattern that becomes almost rhythmic. You're close to your cabin now, just a few more minutes and you'll be able to throw off your shoes and fall onto the bed, pull her down with you, and-

"I'm gonna take a bath," Winter says.

"Funny, I was just thinking something similar."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, I was thinking you could take a bath right now." You bend and scoop Winter up into your arms, lifting her from her feet and holding her tight against your chest. She lets out a loud, high-pitched scream, but it's followed by a laugh.

"What are you doing? Put me down."

"Nope." You're already moving, already half-running, and as her hands come to rest on the side of your neck, you feel her fingers pressing hard into your skin, trying to keep her balance.

"Are you serious?"

"Always," you reply.

"You're such a dumbass. If you drop me-"

"Gonna drop you alright." You veer left before you reach the cabin, stepping onto the pier and out towards the middle of the lake, ignoring the screams of protest from Winter.

"You are not dropping me in there, I swear to God, if you do, I'm leaving you. I will never-"

You cut her off, letting her drop into the water with a splash, and you stand there, watching as her head pops out from beneath the surface, hair flat against her forehead, sticking to her cheeks. "It's freezing cold, you shit!" She yells.

"What? You were looking a little hot, figured a dip in the lake would cool you down."

"I hate you." She splashes water in your direction.

"Oh, you don't mean that," you reply, bending at the knees, peering over the edge of the dock. She's wiping her hair from her face, and there's a glare, a dark shadow cast across her features that makes you think you've gone a step too far.

"Get in," she says, grabbing your ankles and pulling.

"Winter! Don't-" You're falling before you have time to finish the sentence, and the world seems to move in slow motion, the water approaching as if it's coming to a stop for you, rather than the other way around. You break the surface, spluttering, coughing. "It's fucking freezing."

"That's what I just said."

"Yeah, well," you try to catch your breath, "I guess I was too busy admiring how hot you were to pay any attention."

"Don't start saying nice things after you've already dunked me in here. I'll never believe you again."

"Come here."

"Why?"

"Just, come here." You reach out, grabbing her hand, and pulling her towards you.

"We're gonna get hypothermia," she snaps.

"I'll warm you up."

Your hands meet her hips, and she wraps her legs around your waist, her arms around your neck. It's an embrace that's been repeated a thousand times, but one you know will never become repetitive. The way her lips move against yours is always exciting, always fresh, as if it's the first time all over again. And when you feel her tongue slip inside your mouth, and her fingers tangle themselves in your hair, there's nothing in the world you want more.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" Winter says.

"I know."

"But you're my asshole."

"I know."

You kiss her again, and as her teeth gently bite your bottom lip, your grip on her tightens.

"Let's get back to the cabin," she whispers.

"Why?"

"Because," she says, "I want to fuck you."

"I thought I wasn't getting any tonight."

"Shut up already, will you?"

You leave a trail of water in your wake. Through the doorway, over the hardwood floor, making a trail to the bathroom. There are puddles on the carpet, droplets of water clinging to your skin, and goosebumps covering both your bodies. You feel them on her as you peel the dress from her body. Light fabric, sodden and made heavy, clinging to her every curve, and every crease, until it's a puddle on the floor.

"You're a mess," she says, and there's a playful grin on her face.

"Me?" You look down, running your eyes over her naked form. "Yeah, right. Look at you. Think we washed off whatever was left of your eyebrows, though."

She hits you with the palm of her hand, and then her arms are wrapped around your neck, her lips pressed against yours. You step forward, pushing her into the shower and then you reach out, palming against the wall and searching for the knob. Water cascades from the ceiling, and your eyes are open, staring straight into Winter's as her hand grips your wrist, pulling it downwards, pressing your fingers against her. You're smiling, and she is too.

"Is this the part where I'm not getting any?" You ask, and her response is a roll of her eyes and a shake of her head.

"It's the part where you stop talking." She kisses you again, and you're more than happy to comply. Her tongue slips into your mouth, your finger into her cunt, and it's hot, wet, and desperate - the kiss and the cunt. It's the latter that has you weak at the knees.

You press her against the tiled wall, her back arching away from the cold surface. The shower's a tight squeeze, and the steam and spray are starting to fill the small space, but the water's warm, and Winter's warmer. And as you slip another finger inside her, her eyes flutter closed and her nails dig into the back of your neck, dragging along the skin.

You're at her neck now, an assault on her senses. Tongue and teeth and lips and hands, all working together to coax out moans, gasps, and whispers. "Don't stop." You hear her say, and it's not as if you could, or would.

It's the little things that make you want to worship her. The way her breath catches when you suck on her pulse point, the way her nails dig harder, her hands grab tighter, the way she starts rolling her hips and grinding against the heel of your palm. You curl your fingers, push in deeper, and feel her clench, tightening around them.

You've got her fucking planted against the wall. Water runs down her naked form. Rolling down those shoulders; a cascade over her breasts; flowing over her toned stomach that tightens ever more by the second; dripping off her thighs, which are spread wide, and shaking with each thrust of your fingers. And, finally, the rivulets of water that stream down her back, her ass, her legs.

You pull her into another kiss, and the noises she's making are driving you crazy. Her moans, her pants, her curses. And the way her lips tremble and her jaw quivers. "Fuck, keep going, just like that," she whispers, and your heart skips a beat, and the throbbing between your legs becomes almost painful.

You know she's getting close. She always gets the same look on her face. That expression of pleasure mixed with pain like the feeling's almost too much, but it's just enough. And when she cums, she throws her head back, and her hands ball into fists. And the only sound she makes is a gasp, and her body goes rigid, her walls tighten, and you feel her cumming against your fingers, and then her knees buckle and you have to catch her, hold her steady.

"You're always so easy," you tease, and her eyes open. She's looking at you like she wants to punch you, or fuck you, or both. Maybe.

"No, I'm not." There's that signature furrow of her brow, that telltale crease.

"So easy," you repeat.

"I'll show you easy," she says, and the next thing you know, your back's against the tiles and her mouth is on yours.

And, oh, does she show you.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

You're lying beside each other, the sheets pulled up, barely covering the two of you. Your bodies are entwined, your limbs tangled, and Winter's head rests on your chest, her ear against your chest, listening to the rhythmic thump of your heartbeat.

"Talk about what?" Winter asks.

"Well, we've never done that before."

"We have sex all the time," she says quizzically.

"That wasn't just sex," you reply.

"My ass?" She looks up at you.

"Your ass." You nod, smiling. "That was.... new. How was it? Did it hurt?"

"You know, the fact that you're asking questions and not making jokes is kinda weirding me out. Don't think it's going to be a regular thing, okay?" Winter rolls off your chest and onto her back, her head resting on her own pillow, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "How was it for you?"

"Unexpected. Hot."

"You can stop trying to play it cool. I saw you back there, losing your mind while you fucked my ass."

"You're the one who came so hard that she nearly passed out."

"Shut up," she laughs. "Go to sleep. And don't even think about touching me in the morning. My ass hurts."

"I could kiss it better."

"Fuck off," she says, slapping your arm, but there's a smile on her lips, and then she shuffles closer to you, draping an arm over your stomach.

"Last day," Winter sighs as she looks out onto the lake from the balcony, her arms folded across the railing as she leans forward against it. The metal is cool on her exposed stomach. She's wearing one of your shirts and nothing else, and the way the morning breeze ripples against it sends a chill running up her spine. The sun is already warming her skin though, and the coolness is more than welcome.

"Not ready to leave?" you ask from inside the cabin, still packing the clothes you brought with you.

"I'm not sure," she replies, turning her head, and watching you fold a t-shirt and place it into the suitcase that sits open on the bed. "I do miss my own bed, but I'm not sure I want to go back to reality yet."

"Reality can wait another few hours, don't you think?" you ask as you approach her on the balcony, wrapping your arms around her from behind, your hands resting on her stomach, pulling her closer.

"I guess," she says. "We'll leave and then be replaced by some other young couple that will fuck all day, every day."

"Is that a hint of jealousy I detect?"

"No, not at all," she says, rolling her eyes. "I'm not the jealous type."

"I think you might be," you say, pressing a kiss against the back of her neck, just below her hairline. "Remember when we were in that bar, and the bartender kept winking at me?"

"How could I forget? I wanted to smash my bottle over her head."

"Point proven." Another kiss and your fingers begin to play with the edge of the shirt. "So, we have a few hours left. Want to go for a walk somewhere? Maybe we can see where the trails go today?"

"Maybe you can get down on your knees?"

"You want to waste the last day of vacation in bed?"

"Sex with a view? Yes please." Winter pulls your hand onto her ass, and you can feel her smile when you press your lips against the back of her neck again. "You can't say you don't like the idea."

"That doesn't mean it's not a waste." You reply, trailing kisses on her neck, and along her shoulders.

"So you don't want to fuck me against that balcony?"

"Don't get it twisted. I'm going to fuck you against that balcony." You run a hand up from her hip, over her toned stomach, underneath the shirt, until it meets her breast. It fits perfectly like it was made just for you, and you feel her hardening nipple press against your palm.

"Then stop talking and put that mouth of yours to work."

"I'm gonna eat you until your legs give out," you whisper into her ear. She lets out a soft gasp just before you slide down to your knees, your hands on her ass. "Hands on the railing."

"Why?"

"Just, trust me," you reply. You hear a faint giggle and then feel her shift slightly, the skin of her palms pressing against the metal bars of the railing.

You push up the shirt, bunching it at the small of her back, baring her cute ass to the world. You plant kisses on her right cheek, biting gently, dragging your teeth across her smooth flesh. Your hands run down the backs of her thighs, fingers trailing up the inside until they reach their destination, her wet cunt. You feel the heat first, the warmth emanating from her, the dampness between her thighs. Your thumb runs along her slit and her legs buckle ever so slightly, her grip tightening on the railing.

You start slow, your thumb parting her, the tip running along her folds, stopping just short of her clit before repeating the pattern. She lets out a breathy moan, her body already responding to your touch. You continue to adorn her ass in kisses, your tongue leaving wet patches on her soft skin.

Winter rolls her hips, pushing herself against you. "Not quite the knee-buckling orgasm I was promised."

"You're so needy." You smile and take firm hold of her ass with both hands. "And annoying." You spread her open and run the flat of your tongue from the front to the back. She moans again, her back arching, pushing her ass further out, and you do the same thing once more, and again, and again. Until she's whining, and the muscles in her stomach tighten.

You eat Winter's ass as if you were starved of her like you hadn't already spent days doing exactly that, as if her taste were a drug you'd gone too long without. You lose yourself in her. You forget the world around the two of you. You're barely aware of your surroundings anymore; all that matters is having your face buried between her cheeks, your tongue in her hole, and the sounds coming out of her mouth. You're drunk on her.

"Fuck!" she moans. Her knuckles are turning white, and you know that she's trying to stop herself from reaching behind her, pulling you into her, grabbing fistfuls of your hair, and forcing you deeper.

You take a moment of respite, planting kisses over her soft cheeks. "You're gonna wake up the entire forest if you keep making noise," you say.

"Don't stop," she replies.

"Wasn't planning on it."

You dip back down, running your tongue over her hole, pressing harder this time. Her body shakes and shudders as she fights to stay upright. Her thighs are shaking and she's clenching, and you feel the pressure of her ring tightening as if she were trying to pull your tongue in.

The sun is beating down on both of you now, and the sweat rolls down your back. You can taste it on her too. A sheen on her skin, kissed by the morning sunlight, and there are droplets of sweat collecting in the dimples above her ass, which you make sure to kiss, too.

"Oh fuck, keep going." Winter's head drops and her hair cascades around her face. You reach around her, finding her pussy soaking, dripping. You dip your fingers in, pushing them past her folds. She's tight and wet, and so hot that it almost feels like your fingers might melt. Almost. Her hips buck and her breathing quickens. "Don't you fucking stop."

"Not planning to," you reply, muffled, your face pressed against her.

So here you are, middle of a forest, on the balcony of a rented cabin that feels as if it's a million miles away from society. Your girlfriend is standing with both hands gripping the metal bars of the balcony railing, naked, her head down, hair everywhere, back arched and pushing her ass back against your face. You're on your knees, hands on her hips, fingers inside her. Your mouth, lips, and tongue are worshipping her in a way that feels almost religious. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

She's going to cum. It's some sort of cosmic truth that you can feel, in the same way you know the sun is going to set tonight, and the moon will appear. She's going to cum on your fingers and on your tongue. She's going to shake and scream, and she'll have to sit down when you're done with her.

"Oh, I'm so close," she moans.

You don't respond. You simply redouble your efforts. You curl your fingers and you drag the tip of your tongue over her sensitive hole. Her breathing is ragged, and she's losing her mind. The muscles in her ass and thighs are tightening and her back is arched so hard that it looks painful. You feel her clench, and then her entire body is spasming as if electricity is coursing through her veins.

Winter lets out a string of curses as she cums on your fingers, your hand, your arm, the floor - she's making a mess of everything. And when it finally passes, and she's standing, shaking, you stand too, wrap her in your arms and pull her into an embrace. "I think my legs actually went weak." She's breathing hard and there are tears in her eyes, and she's looking at you with that same expression she always has after she's cum.

"Told you," you say.

"Yeah, well," she breathes hard, looking out over nature's beauty. "I'm still standing." You kiss the back of her neck again and you can't help but smile. It's the smile that only Winter can put on your face, and as the sun climbs higher in the sky, you're happy to be spending your days in this little piece of heaven.

"Good. It would have been a real shame if you gave up already. We have a whole morning, after all." You pull her shirt (Your shirt? The details are meaningless.) up roughly and expose her lithe body to the world. You pull it at her neck, using the bunched-up fabric to hold her in place. You press into the small of her back, bend her over the railing, and your hand wanders down to her hip.

"I'm surprised you have anything left to give after this week." Winter chuckles and pushes her ass against you. "Drained you dry and then some."

"Just keep your eyes on the road, will you?" Winter snaps.

"Kinda difficult with you doing that," you say.

"I mean it. Don't you dare crash. I don't want to be in the news as the idol who crashed with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth."

"It's not even in your mouth."

"Not yet." She flashes a mischievous smile as she strokes you.

"We've been on the road for less than twenty minutes and you're already on me," you laugh. "You can barely go an hour without me inside you."

"You weren't complaining earlier when I was riding you."

"I wasn't driving a high-speed hunk of metal down the highway then. , take it easy."

"I don't think I can. I've got my hands on your big cock, how am I meant to control myself?" Winter's hand runs down the entire length, from base to tip. "I just want it in me all the time."

"I'll pull over, okay?"

"Don't pull over." Winter's hand is replaced by her head in your lap. "Eyes on the road."

"Fuck," you say, as her tongue swirls around the tip. You can feel her hand gripping your cock tight. Her lips slide down to meet it. She's wet, warm, and so inviting that you find your eyes drifting down to watch, only to have to look back to the road.

Winter doesn't take your entire length in one go, no, she takes her time, teasing the tip of your cock before licking the entire length, base to top. It's a game for her, a game you love, but a game nonetheless. She wants you to cum, but she wants to drag it out for as long as she can.

Your hands are gripped tightly around the wheel, knuckles white. The urge to grab her head and push her down on your cock, to gag her with it, to have her choke on it, to use her pretty little face for nothing more than her own pleasure, it's overwhelming. "Just let me pull over," you say.

"No time. Eyes on the road."

The next ten minutes seem to last an hour. Winter's mouth is doing its magic, taking you deeper with every movement, taking more and more until the entire thing is down her throat. You hear her gag on it, feel the vibrations against the head, and your cock throbs in her mouth.

She pulls up with a pop and a gasp for air, and then she's at it again, bobbing up and down on it, her spit running down the sides of the shaft.

"Shit, keep doing that," you whisper. Winter's tongue runs over the head of your cock, and you're struggling to concentrate, but then it stops - the contact gone. "Fuck, Winter. Come on, I'm so close."

"I know." She says. "That's why I stopped." There's a glint in her eye, something you recognise.

"Oh come on, are you seriously-"

"Yep," she cuts you off, sitting back in the passenger seat. "My turn." She unbuttons her jeans and shimmies them down off her hips. Just enough so she can slip a hand under them.

"That's it. I'm pulling over."

"No! We'll be late. You have to keep driving," Winter moans as she begins to touch herself. Her legs spread wider and you watch her out of the corner of your eye.

"Winter..."

"I said eyes on the fucking road," she growls, her fingers picking up pace.

It's the most awkward fifteen minutes of your life, and it feels like you spend more of the time staring at her than at the road. Winter is panting, gasping, moaning. She's grinding her hips into the seat and she's thrown her head back, eyes shut, mouth agape. And her fingers are working her pussy like she's possessed.

She puts her leg up on the dash and sinks deeper into the seat. You can see how wet her cunt is from here. It glistens with the juices dripping out of her. Her nipples are poking through her shirt, and you want to pull over and fuck her brains out, but she keeps telling you no, so instead, you watch her finger herself in the passenger seat.

Winter's close, you can tell. Her breathing is shallow and ragged, and she's mumbling something under her breath, too quiet for you to hear. Her body starts to tremble and shake, and you're half-watching, half-driving when she finally cums. Hard. And she screams, and you swerve, and someone behind you blares their horn, and you can barely breathe. She looks like a mad woman. She's still writhing, grinding, and panting, her fingers rubbing circles on her clit, her back arching.

"This is torture," you whisper, eyes glued back to the road, heart thumping, palms sweating.

"I think I'm going to pass out," Winter breathes, slumping down in her seat. "Fuck that felt good."

"Great, now how about a fucking hand here?" you laugh, gesturing at your dick. It's throbbing, and aching, and it needs to be touched.

"Oh, right." She's out of breath, but she manages to pull her pants back on, button them up, and crawl back into your lap, her fingers wrapping around your shaft. "Guess I forgot."

"How convenient."

Winter wraps her lips around your cock again, and this time, she's more eager. Her tongue swirls around the tip while she moves her head up and down. You feel the pressure building in your abdomen, and the world is starting to blur. It's just her and her pretty pink lips wrapped around you. Her tongue is hot and wet and so fucking soft. And she's sucking you. She's moaning with your cock in her mouth, and it's sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

"You're hungry," you grunt.

"Mm-hmm," Winter responds. She shifts onto her knees on the passenger seat, her cute ass in the air and her mouth wrapped around your dick. Everyone you overtake could just glance over and see her. Tight jeans and a tighter ass; they'd be hard-pressed to look away. But you're not going to be pressing anything except her face into your cock. Your hand finds its way to the back of her head and you push down gently until the entire length is in her mouth.

"Winter..." you grunt with one hand on the wheel and one in her hair. She bobs her head, and you feel her gag and choke. Spit dribbles down the corners of her mouth and onto your lap, and her eyes water, but she doesn't stop, she just keeps going, and you feel yourself building up, getting closer.

Winter moans around you and the vibration sends shockwaves through you. It's so hard not to thrust up into her. She gags, and you feel the head of your cock hitting the back of her throat.

"Fuck, just like that. Keep doing that." Your knuckles are white, and Winter's eyes are watering. Your fingers grip her hair tighter, pushing down on her, and her eyes roll back, her body trembling.

You cum in her mouth. Your entire body tenses up, and the road disappears. Your eyes are shut, and your back arches off the chair, and your hand grips her head. You fill that pretty mouth with your hot cum. She sucks it down, greedily swallowing it all.

Your eyes snap open. You're lucky. You didn't crash. You're still on the road, and you're alive, and you've just cum harder than ever.

"Better?" Winter asks, popping off of you.

"Much better." You say, trying to regain your composure.

"Good." She smiles at you, wiping at her chin. "How'd you like to get home late?"

"Oh, so now we're pulling over?" You laugh. You find a turn and take it, then another, until you're parked, overlooking a field. Winter's hands are already exploring under your shirt, and she's kissing your neck.

"Gonna ride you so hard that you can't think straight for the rest of the day."

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grenadehearts · 9 days ago

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doing this tiktok trend with kirishima..suggestive smut!

kirishima walks out in pink pajamas, hello kitty’s cartoon face stretched across the pink fuzz. he’s shirtless, fresh from the shower as water droplets drip from his sopping wet hair onto his chiseled, muscular frame. his boxers' waistband is peeking through the hem of his pants, and a cheeky grin tugs at his lips as he says,

"hey, my pretty girl."

you look up from admiring your fresh nail set — acrylics with tiny charms, a pink set with pretty detailed flowers for spring. expensive as hell, but thankfully (like always), kirishima paid. after he soapboxed for a whole hour about it.

"my girl should never pay for anything. and if you wanna pay, just take my card outta my wallet and pay with that."

to which you’d argued,

"but that means you’re still paying...?"

and he grinned wide,

"exactly. but it feels like you are, so a win’s a win,"

before flashing those sharp teeth and that boyish, dizzying smile that made you forget whatever point you were trying to make.

now your eyes trail lazily down his figure, landing on the familiar hello kitty pj pants. you raise an eyebrow, a slow smirk pulling at your lips.

"babe... are those my pants?"

he laughs, the sound low and easy, before throwing himself onto the bed, head resting against the headboard, one arm behind it lazily.

"nah, baby, i went and bought a pair while you were gettin' your nails done. gotta match my girl, right?"

he turns toward you, smiling so openly and bashful it makes you melt.

and that’s when you remember — there was this tiktok trend you wanted to try. and kiri being all soft and cute in matching pants is the perfect time.

"kiri," you coo sweetly, batting your lashes in the way you know sends him wild.

he raises a brow, already suspicious but amused,

"what do you want, baby?"

he says, pretending to hesitate like he wouldn’t do literally anything for you.

"wellll," you drawl,

"i saw a tiktok of this girl showing off her nails over her boyfriend’s... you know."

he cocks an eyebrow.

"know what?"

you huff, grinning.

"how about i just show you. and when we’re done, you can tell me if i can post it, okay?"

kirishima, ever eager to please, puffs his chest a little.

"sure, baby."

he leans in and presses a gentle delicate kiss to your forehead.

you pull out your phone and press record, situating your hand just above your boyfriend’s very obvious bulge — not surprising, considering kiri’s... big.

his whole face flushes when he realizes what you’re doing, his smile faltering into something shy, hands nervously tugging at the hem of his pants.

"hey, baby, what ya—"

he tries to say something, but it quickly dissolves into soft whimpers when your hand circles around his cock through the fuzzy fabric, squeezing gently, coaxing him in your hands — all while showing off your new nails for the camera.

you giggle softly, leaning in closer,

"just showing them how big you are, and how much you spoil me, that okay?"

his throat bobs as he swallows, his whole face a pretty shade of red, his lashes fluttering as he struggles to keep eye contact all while grunting through broken moans, red-faced, as he rasps out in a needy tone,

"fuck, yes — yes, princess, everything you do is okay, fuck— keep on,"

his head tips back against the headboard, one arm thrown across his face to hide how wrecked and flustered he already looks.

you keep stroking him lazily, letting the camera catch how hes getting hard, underneath your touch, all while flexing your nails just like the tiktok you saw.

and just as the audio cuts off, you look over at him with a teasing sooooo? look.

he doesn’t even answer. he just grabs your phone, tosses it somewhere out of reach without looking, and then he's on you — crawling into your lap, face burying itself in your neck, hands sliding under your top, caressing the soft skin of your breasts, need written all over him.

his voice is muffled against your skin, as he whines into you, "fuck, babygirl, don't do that to me..."

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lani-heart · 8 months ago

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ATEEZ -> HOW'D THEY GIVE ORAL?

|| lani-heart's ultimate masterlist || MDNI ||

genre(s) -> reaction, smut, anonymous request <3 paring(s) -> ( separately ) ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> pure smut... like all of it is smut. MDNI

-> KIM HONGJOONG

Out of all of the members, Hongjoong is who I’d consider the biggest tease and menace. He’d mock you and overstimulate you, probably thinking of this as punishment if you act out. If you couldn’t handle cumming for the fifth time alone with him just eating you out he’d pout and also fake sympathize with you. He’d talk you through it and keep on making you cum even after your squirt. You already made a mess anyway so why should he stop? He isn’t the type to get off of your pleasure to worship you but does it more for entertainment to see you whine and squirm because of him. A huge sadist getting off on how you can’t take it anymore. Maybe even with a slight dumbification kink in there where you’d cum so many times that you can’t even think straight. Would doubt he’d even stop if you passed out ( he’d be worried and make sure you’re okay before going back at it ) and still tease you when you wake up.

“I can’t believe how big of a mess you’ve made… who’s gonna clean it up?” he would say and go back to eating you out saying he was simply cleaning the mess and you were making the mess bigger. “How is that my fault?”

-> PARK SEONGHWA

Arguably the best at oral. Also, the second biggest pussy whipped member here. I think he is one of the members who’d get off of your pleasure and want to hear you cum over and over again. He could skip the whole part of his pleasure and purely be satisfied with making you cum on his tongue alone. Not much of a talker like Hongjoong but instead is pussy whipped where nothing can pull him away from you. Stuck like this for hours or an eternity if he could. Even if you move to close your thighs while he’s still overstimulating you, he’d only chuckle. He wasn’t close to finishing… this was where he’d stay because this wasn’t just about pleasuring you but also his own pleasure. It was as if he was starving or thirsty and hadn't had water for days.

“Let me have one more, just one more time” he’d beg after you tried to pull him away too overestimated to continue further. Though one more… turned into two then three, etc. “Promise this is the last one”

-> JUNG YUNHO

I don’t see Yunho as the type who’d do oral often and would probably only do it as foreplay. Using his fingers more than anything and… we know why. When he would it would be a mix of foreplay and fingering. He isn’t a menace or as mean as other members but if you were to act out I see him more like being a jerk where he’d make you beg for him to pleasure you. He’d use oral as a way to tease you before finally giving in to what you want as well as adding fingers into the hither movement to try to make you cum or even squirt. I don’t see him doing it often for a long time but would do it briefly as foreplay.

“Why should I?” he’d tease to get you to beg before you were a whiny mess and laugh and smirk at your expression before kissing your clit. “Okay okay… we’ll do what you want for now”

-> KANG YEOSANG

This man is scheming… I can see him one day scrolling on Tiktok and finding that one trend of feeding your partner pineapple the whole day. He’d go to the store and buy a bunch of pre-cut pineapple and throughout the day when you’re busy, he’d feed you one until you either notice or you’ve finished the pineapple he bought. Once you finish it he’d have to try to get you into the mood where he’d decide today was an experiment so he’d worship you and tell you later. Though… if it did change something he’d become addicted. Probably would be stuck there for a while even after you come until it's too much after each time he makes you cum. He’d just praise you and how you taste that he wouldn't be able to stop. He’d probably also decide not to tell you about what he did anymore and implement pineapple in your permanent diet.

“You taste so good… just enjoy it” he’d say completely pussy drunk moaning into you making the pleasure even more unbearable while he wouldn’t even stop to breathe. “I don’t think I can get enough of you”

-> CHOI SAN

The manhandler… he would ask you to also sit on his face. He’s been working out a lot, after all, he could take it. If you were nervous about it he’d just pick you up from your thighs and lay down not letting you go. He wouldn’t even mind, he wants you to put your entire weight. However, I could see him as more of a giver than a receiver even if you offered to help him off when you're on top of him he’d deny it and whine and groan if you moved. Only tightening his grip on your thighs that you’d get bruises. I don’t think it helps that this whole era he’s been a cowboy, he probably also teased you that if you have the cowboy’s hat you’ll need to be able to ride him in return. He could do it for hours until he has no more self-restraint and you have enough pretty red hickies and even the yellow bruises that’ll turn purple tomorrow.

“I wanna show you why I’ve been to the gym” he’d say only encouraging you to sit on him and when you did his tongue would explore everywhere it could... barely even taking breaths in between. “Don’t be shy, princess”

-> SONG MINGI

I also don’t see him as someone to do oral often, probably more of a greedy lover for his own pleasure though I think he would like your reactions. Teasing you with pussy slaps in between him sucking your clit and edging you until you cry literal tears. He’d probably do it for his own entertainment rather than your own pleasure and would just tease you to later give you a bigger orgasm. He would also probably leave marks and would only stop once you’ve squirted. If you do come after all the edging he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself and want to feel himself around you. Everything for him is just to see how you squirm and cum because of him.

“You were about to cum? I’m sorry love” he’d say teasing you and you would be able to hear his disingenuous tone. He’d go back to teasing making you cry. “Why are you crying? Do you want me to stop?”

-> JUNG WOOYOUNG

Pussy Drunk. Gets off on your pleasure and will cum in his pants because of it. After a long day of choreo just to relax and get off he’ll trap you on the couch and piss your clit through your clothes until you finally agree and get rid of your sleeping bottoms. He’d probably make you keep your panties on. Tasting you through your underwear teasing and restraining himself until he couldn’t handle it and needed to taste you from the source. Would lose track of time that he’d probably get off by humping the couch or a pillow while hearing your moans and eating you out. I think he probably wouldn’t hear you if you started to whine out that it was too much and be so lost in your pleasure that you’d have to pull him away.

“Mmhmm… please I need one more” he’d beg and cry just to continue tasting you and of course how could you ever deny a tired and pouty Woo. “I just wanna feel and taste you some more”

-> CHOI JONGHO

He’d definitely use oral against you. Maybe the meanest member when it comes to punishment. He would tie you up, give you what you want until you beg to cum when he’ll stop and leave you in the room for in theory a few seconds but for you feels like forever wanting to cum so badly and wanting him to come back until you finally apologize for being a brat, begging for him to come back. He would tease you until you finally beg him to finish you off, he’d really only use oral during punishments or special occasions or… when he felt that you learned your lesson and should be rewarded.

“You’re sorry, right? I think we should reward good behavior” he’d tease seeing your pouty and tear-stained face before aiming to make you come. But when you do… it was really intense and– “You can give me a few more right? To make it up to me?”

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Fake It till We Make It || Hwang Hyunjin

Pairing: Idol Hyunjin X Actress Y/n Genre: Fluff, Fake relationship Summary: You and Hyunjin are paired for a fake relationship to boost your public image, but what happens when fake sparks turn real?

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The sound of your manager’s voice grated against your nerves, filling the small office space with an energy you couldn’t match today.

“You need this,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Your last movie tanked. The press is calling you ‘forgettable.’ Forgettable! We need to change the narrative.”

You leaned back in the leather chair, rubbing your temples. “And you think dating some idol is the solution? This is my career, not a reality show.”

Your manager’s eyes narrowed. “Not just ‘some idol.’ Hyunjin. From Stray Kids. One of the most talked-about stars right now.”

You frowned. You knew who Hyunjin was—everyone did. The golden boy of the K-pop world, known for his striking looks and graceful dancing. But lately, his name had been splashed across tabloids for all the wrong reasons: rumors of diva behavior, an old controversy that resurfaced out of nowhere, and a supposed feud with another idol.

“Why him?” you asked cautiously.

“Because he’s in hot water, too,” she replied, leaning forward. “His team is desperate to clean up his image, and a sweet, wholesome love story will do the trick for both of you. You’ll be trending for weeks. Cute couple photos, red carpet appearances, a few strategically timed interviews. It’s perfect.”

“Perfectly insane,” you muttered, but your manager ignored you.

“His team is already on board. They think you’re a great match. All you have to do is meet him, sign the NDA, and play the part.”

Before you could argue further, the door opened, and your breath caught in your throat. Hyunjin stepped in, radiating a kind of effortless charm that made your argument falter.

He was tall, dressed in a fitted black turtleneck and an oversized blazer, his hair tied back loosely. His eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, he looked as uncertain as you felt.

“Hi,” he said, his voice soft but confident. “So... I hear we’re supposed to fall in love.”

You blinked, taken aback by his bluntness. “You’re... okay with this?”

Hyunjin shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Not really. But apparently, this is what we need to survive.”

There was a beat of silence before you sighed, leaning forward. “Alright. Let’s get one thing straight. This is a business arrangement. No feelings, no drama. Just stick to the script, and we’ll both get through this.”

His smirk widened, and he tilted his head. “You make it sound so romantic.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. This was going to be a long, long ride.

Hyunjin didn’t seem to take anything seriously. At least, that’s how it felt during your first meeting. As the two of you sat across from each other in a dimly lit conference room, discussing the parameters of your “relationship,” his carefree attitude grated on your nerves.

“Let’s start with the basics,” his PR manager said, flipping through a folder. “How did you two meet?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but Hyunjin cut in with a grin. “She saw me at a fan meet, fell in love at first sight, and begged me for my number.”

You blinked at him, unimpressed. “Or” you countered, “we met at an industry party and hit it off after a deep conversation about art and music.”

Hyunjin’s brow arched. “Deep conversation? That’s a little ambitious, don’t you think?”

You resisted the urge to glare. “Well, it’s more believable than me throwing myself at you.”

The PR manager cleared her throat, clearly amused but trying to maintain professionalism. “Let’s meet in the middle. How about you met at a mutual friend’s event? You admired each other’s work, and the connection grew naturally.”

“Fine,” you muttered, avoiding Hyunjin’s amused gaze.

The rest of the meeting was a blur of schedules, photo shoot concepts, and social media strategies. By the time you left, your head was spinning.

“You looked like you were having the time of your life,” Hyunjin teased as he walked you to the door.

You shot him a side-eye. “You’re awfully relaxed about this.”

He shrugged, his hands in his pockets. “You get used to it. Pretending is half of what we do anyway.”

The first time you were “spotted” together was at a café, staged to look like a casual date. Cameras clicked from strategic angles as you sipped your latte and pretended to hang on Hyunjin’s every word.

“So,” he said, leaning forward with an easy grin, “do I look like the perfect boyfriend yet?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Do you ever stop joking?”

“Only when I’m asleep.”

Despite your irritation, you couldn’t deny he was good at this. He knew how to angle himself for the cameras, how to flash just the right smile to make every photo look candid.

“You’re surprisingly professional,” you admitted, reluctantly impressed.

“Why, thank you,” he said, feigning a bow. “And you? Not bad for someone who claims to hate this idea.”

You didn’t reply, but his words stayed with you.

The first time you saw the cracks in Hyunjin’s carefree façade was during a late-night rehearsal. You had stopped by the JYP practice room to discuss the next day’s schedule, but the sound of music drew you in.

Hyunjin was alone, his movements fluid yet sharp, his expression focused. He didn’t notice you watching until the song ended and he turned, startled.

“Oh. Hey,” he said, wiping sweat from his brow.

“You’re still here?” you asked, stepping closer.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted. “Dancing helps.”

There was something vulnerable about him in that moment, something raw and unpolished. You hesitated before speaking. “You’re... really good.”

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thanks. It’s the one thing I know I can do right.

The comment surprised you. For someone who seemed so confident, it was the first time he’d let his insecurities slip through.

“Maybe you’re better at other things than you think,” you said softly, unsure why you felt compelled to comfort him.

He looked at you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “Maybe.”

Weeks passed, and the lines between performance and reality began to blur. You spent more time together than apart, attending events, sharing meals, and even rehearsing your “love story” for interviews.

Hyunjin’s teasing became less sharp, and your walls began to lower. You found yourself laughing at his jokes, seeking his opinion on things you never thought to share.

One evening, during a quiet moment on a hotel balcony, he turned to you, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Do you ever think about what happens when this ends?”

The question caught you off guard. “What do you mean?”

“I mean... this. Us. Pretending to be something we’re not.”

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. “I try not to think about it. It’s easier that way.”

He nodded, his gaze distant. “Yeah. Me too.”

For the first time, the thought of “the end” left an ache in your chest.

The two of you sat in an unfamiliar green room, waiting for your turn on a late-night talk show. Hyunjin was scrolling on his phone, while you nervously fidgeted with the hem of your dress. The show was known for playful interviews that often led to viral moments.

“You’ll be fine,” Hyunjin said, his tone unusually gentle.

You looked up at him, surprised by his sincerity. “What?”

“You’ve been messing with that dress for the past ten minutes,” he said, nodding toward your hands. “Relax. You’re a natural at this stuff.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Hardly. This whole fake dating thing has me second-guessing everything.”

Hyunjin set his phone down, his expression softening. “Look, just follow my lead. They love us together.”

His confidence was reassuring, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to trust him.

When it was your turn onstage, Hyunjin kept his promise. He answered questions with practiced ease, throwing in playful remarks that made the audience laugh. When the host asked about your “relationship,” Hyunjin reached over to take your hand.

“It’s been amazing,” he said, smiling at you like you were the only person in the room.

For a moment, the world seemed to blur, leaving just the two of you. The warmth of his hand, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled—it felt real.

And that terrified you.

After the show, you found yourselves walking back to the hotel, the cool night air refreshing after hours under studio lights. Hyunjin, still buzzing with energy, suggested a detour.

“There’s this rooftop I go to sometimes,” he said. “The view’s incredible.”

You hesitated but eventually agreed. A short elevator ride later, you were standing atop a quiet rooftop overlooking the city. The lights stretched endlessly, a shimmering sea of color and life.

“Wow,” you murmured, leaning against the railing.

“Right?” Hyunjin joined you, his voice softer now. “It’s one of the few places that makes me feel... small, in a good way.”

You glanced at him, noticing the faraway look in his eyes. “Do you ever miss being just... normal?”

“All the time,” he admitted. “But then I think about the people who believe in me, who find comfort in what I do. That makes it worth it.”

His words resonated with you, and for the first time, you saw past the idol persona. This wasn’t Hyunjin the star—this was just Hyunjin, a young man trying to make sense of his place in the world.

As the two of you stood there, sharing quiet thoughts under the stars, you felt something shift. The lines between what was fake and what was real began to blur even further.

The turning point came during a gala event. You were dressed to the nines, smiling politely as you mingled with industry elites. Hyunjin stayed close, his presence a steadying force.

Then your co-star, Eric, appeared. He was charming and overconfident, and he wasted no time pulling you into a conversation.

Hyunjin, watching from a distance, felt a strange pang in his chest as he saw you laughing at Eric’s jokes. He told himself it was all part of the act—after all, this wasn’t real.

But when Eric leaned in a little too close, Hyunjin found himself walking over.

“Hey,” he said smoothly, slipping an arm around your waist. “Everything okay here?”

You blinked up at him, surprised by his sudden possessiveness. “Yeah, we were just—”

Great,” Hyunjin cut in, his smile tight. “But we should probably get back to the table. They’re about to announce the next award.”

Eric raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. As Hyunjin led you away, his hand lingering at your waist, you couldn’t help but notice the tension in his jaw.

“Was that necessary?” you asked once you were out of earshot.

Hyunjin didn’t meet your eyes. “Probably not.”

You studied him, a flicker of understanding dawning. Was he... jealous?

That night, back at the hotel, you knocked on Hyunjin’s door. He opened it, looking surprised to see you.

“Can we talk?” you asked, your voice quieter than usual.

He stepped aside, letting you in. The room was dimly lit, and the atmosphere felt heavy with unspoken words.

“What’s going on?” you asked, crossing your arms. “You’ve been acting... strange.”

Hyunjin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really?” you challenged. “Because it sure seemed like you were about to deck Eric earlier.”

His gaze finally met yours, and for the first time, you saw hesitation there. “I guess I just didn’t like seeing him flirt with you.”

“Why?” you pressed, your heart pounding.

He hesitated, then sighed. “Because maybe this doesn’t feel so fake anymore.”

The confession hung between you, leaving you breathless

Hyunjin’s words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable. For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, trying to process what he has just said.

“This doesn’t feel so fake anymore,” he repeated, softer this time, like he was testing the words himself.

You shook your head, stepping back instinctively. “Hyunjin, we can’t... This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I know,” he said, his voice almost pleading. “But maybe it was inevitable. We’ve spent so much time together—”

“It’s an act,” you interrupted, more forcefully than you intended. “That’s all it is. We agreed from the beginning: no feelings, no drama.”

He flinched at your words, his expression clouding. “Right. No feelings.”

You could see the hurt in his eyes, but you forced yourself to turn away. You couldn’t afford to let this become real. Not when your careers, your reputations—everything—was on the line.

“I should go,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Hyunjin didn’t stop you, and that made it worse.

After that night, things changed. Hyunjin became distant, his playful demeanor replaced by quiet professionalism. You told yourself this was for the best—that keeping your distance would make it easier to maintain the illusion without getting tangled in your emotions.

But it didn’t feel easier.

The staged dates, the red-carpet appearances, even the candid moments for the cameras—all of it felt emptier now. You missed the way Hyunjin used to tease you, the way he could make you laugh even when you didn’t want to.

It wasn’t until a fan event, weeks later, that the tension finally boiled over.

A fan asked Hyunjin about your relationship, and he gave his usual charming answer, but there was a noticeable edge to his tone. Afterward, when you were alone backstage, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“What’s your problem?” you snapped.

Hyunjin turned to you, his expression unreadable. “My problem? I’m just doing what you wanted—keeping it professional.”

You clenched your fists, frustration bubbling over. “You don’t have to be so cold about it!”

He let out a bitter laugh. “What do you want from me? You were the one who said this was just an act.”

“I didn’t mean—” You stopped yourself, realizing you didn’t know how to finish the sentence.

Hyunjin stepped closer, his gaze piercing. “What didn’t you mean?”

Your breath hitched. For a moment, the only sound was the distant hum of the crowd outside.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you admitted finally, your voice trembling.

Hyunjin’s expression softened, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached out, his hand brushing against yours. The touch was fleeting, but it sent a jolt through you.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he said quietly. “Not if it’s going to hurt like this.”

The tension between you and Hyunjin came to a head during a joint interview. The host, sensing the awkwardness, asked a question that caught both of you off guard.

“What’s the most unexpected thing you’ve learned about each other?”

Hyunjin hesitated, glancing at you before answering. “She’s a lot stronger than she gives herself credit for.”

His words took you by surprise. For the first time in weeks, you saw a glimpse of the Hyunjin you’d gotten to know—the one who saw past your walls and made you feel seen.

When it was your turn to answer, you found yourself speaking without thinking. “He’s not as carefree as he seems

Hyunjin’s eyes met yours, and in that moment, something shifted.

Later that night, after the interview, you found yourself standing outside Hyunjin’s hotel room. Your heart raced as you knocked on the door, unsure of what you were going to say but knowing you couldn’t leave things as they were.

He opened the door, his expression wary but hopeful. “Hey.”

“Can we talk?” you asked, your voice trembling.

He stepped aside, letting you in. The room was quiet, the air heavy with unspoken words.

“I’ve been thinking,” you began, your hands twisting nervously. “About what you said… about how this doesn’t feel fake anymore.”

Hyunjin watched you carefully, his eyes searching yours. “And?”

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “You’re right. It doesn’t feel fake. At least, not to me.”

His eyes widened, a flicker of hope breaking through his guarded expression. “Are you saying…?”

“I’m saying I’m scared,” you admitted. “But I don’t want to keep pretending like this doesn’t mean anything. Because it does. You do.”

For a moment, Hyunjin didn’t say anything. Then, without warning, he crossed the room and pulled you into his arms.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You clung to him, tears pricking at your eyes. “You didn’t.”

The next day, when you stepped out together for another staged appearance, something was different. The smiles, the hand-holding, the lingering glances—they weren’t for the cameras anymore.

They were for each other.

And this time, it was real.

The first kiss happened unexpectedly. It wasn’t during a red-carpet event or a photo shoot—it was in the quiet of your apartment, after a long day.

Hyunjin had stopped by to drop off some documents your managers wanted you to review together. You were sitting on the couch, bickering playfully over the wording of a statement when Hyunjin suddenly went quiet.

“What?” you asked, glancing up.

He was looking at you with that soft, unreadable expression he often had when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

“Nothing,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just... You look really beautiful right now.”

Your cheeks burned, and you let out a nervous laugh. “Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing,” he said, leaning closer. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair out of your face, and your breath hitched.

The kiss was soft and hesitant at first, as if both of you were testing the waters. But when you didn’t pull away, Hyunjin deepened it, his hand cupping your cheek as his lips moved against yours.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless.

“That wasn’t in the script,” you murmured, trying to hide your smile.

Hyunjin grinned. “Maybe we should improvise more often.”

If you thought the kiss marked a turning point in your relationship, the real test came when the rest of Stray Kids found out.

It happened during a casual group hangout at their dorm. You and Hyunjin had been careful to keep your relationship private, but apparently, not careful enough.

“You two are acting weird,” Felix said, narrowing his eyes as he watched you and Hyunjin sit suspiciously far apart on the couch.

“Weird how?” Hyunjin asked, feigning innocence.

“Weird as in, you’re trying too hard not to look at each other,” Seungmin chimed in, smirking.

Before you could deny it, Changbin leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Wait a second. Did something happen between you two?”

Hyunjin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. Yes, something happened.”

Weeks after the public reveal, life settled into a new rhythm. You and Hyunjin were still navigating the world as a couple, balancing the constant demands of work and your blossoming relationship. The attention from fans and the media was overwhelming at times, but you had each other to lean on.

One quiet afternoon, you were at a cafe, sharing a rare moment of peace away from the chaos. Hyunjin was sitting across from you, fiddling with his phone while you sipped on your iced coffee. The soft hum of conversation and the sound of clinking cups created a comforting atmosphere.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” Hyunjin said, looking up from his phone.

“Uh-oh,” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He smirked, clearly amused by your reaction. “I’m serious, okay? We’ve been at this for a while now faking it, being real, all of it. But... I want more. I want to know what it’s like when there’s no pressure. No cameras, no fans, just you and me.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. “More?” you repeated, your voice soft.

He nodded, setting his phone aside. “Yeah. More dates without anyone watching. More lazy days where we can just be ourselves. I want to take this slow, but also, I don’t want to waste any more time pretending it’s not real.”

You felt a warmth spread through you, the sincerity in his voice making your chest tight. “I want that too,” you whispered.

The smile he gave you in return made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. The simple gesture felt more meaningful than any grand declaration.

“Then it’s settled,” he said, squeezing your hand gently. “No more pretending. Just us.”

And as you left the cafe, hand in hand, it felt like the first step toward truly being yourselves—no more masks, no more facades.

Of course, even though you and Hyunjin were more serious than ever, that didn’t mean the teasing from the members stopped. If anything, it got worse.

One evening, after a long day of practice, the Stray Kids members were all lounging around in the dorm, taking a break. You and Hyunjin had just come back from a walk, still holding hands when you entered the living room.

“Look who it is, the couple of the century,” Changbin teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up,” Hyunjin grumbled, trying to hide the blush creeping up his neck.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile. “You guys are the worst.”

Felix grinned, giving you a knowing look. “We just need to see if you two are as cute off-camera as you are on. I’m still waiting for a public kiss, you know.”

You shot him a glare, but Hyunjin wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Maybe we’ll give you a kiss when you stop being so nosy,” he said, his voice teasing.

“Oh, that’s it,” Han chimed in, making a face. “I’m going to vomit.”

You laughed, your hand slipping into Hyunjin’s as you sat down beside him. “You’re all insufferable.”

“They just want to see how sweet you two are together,” Seungmin said with a smirk. “But I have to admit, it’s nice to see Hyunjin like this. He’s never been this... open.”

your heart fluttered at his words, and you looked up at Hyunjin, who was now giving Seungmin an exaggerated side-eye. “Don’t make it sound like I was some mystery,” he said, though the grin on his face betrayed him.

You smiled softly, feeling your heart swell at the thought of how far the two of you had come. What started as a simple arrangement had evolved into something deeper, something real, and the teasing, while relentless, only made it feel more genuine.

One rainy afternoon, as you were curled up on the couch in your apartment, Hyunjin walked in with an envelope in hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“What's this?” you asked, sitting up and eyeing him curiously.“It’s a surprise,” he said with a wink, handing you the envelope.

Inside was a ticket for a private art exhibit that was being held at a museum in the city. The exhibit was a collection of works from various contemporary artists, and it was known for being intimate, with only a handful of people allowed in at a time.

“I got us tickets,” Hyunjin said, his voice soft. “I know you love art, and I thought it’d be a good way to spend some time together, away from everything else.”

Your heart melted. “Hyunjin, this is so thoughtful.”

He smiled, looking pleased with himself. “I figured it would be something different. Plus, we get to walk around the exhibit hand-in-hand without worrying about paparazzi or cameras.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “You really do know how to surprise me.”

As the two of you spent the afternoon wandering through the quiet halls of the museum, talking about the paintings and sculptures that caught your eye, you felt the world outside fade away. It was just the two of you, sharing something special, and it felt perfect.

Later that evening, after a quiet dinner, Hyunjin walked you back to your apartment, his hand still holding yours tightly.

“Thanks for today,” you said, your voice soft as you glanced up at him. “It was one of the best days I’ve had in a while.”

Hyunjin smiled down at you, his eyes warm and full of affection. “I’m glad. I’ll always find ways to make you happy.”

And as he kissed you gently under the dim light of your apartment hallway, you knew he meant every word.

Months passed, and your relationship with Hyunjin only grew stronger. There were still moments of teasing from the members, still the occasional bout of nerves before public appearances, but through it all, you both knew one thing for sure: this wasn’t just an act anymore.

One evening, as the two of you sat together on the rooftop of the dorm, gazing out at the city lights, Hyunjin turned to you with a serious expression.

“You know,” he began, his voice thoughtful, “when we first started this, I never thought we’d end up here. But now, I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you reached over, taking his hand. “Me neither,” you said softly. “I think I’ve always known it was real, even if I didn’t want to admit it.”

Hyunjin smiled, leaning in to kiss you. “Then let’s make it real—forever.”

As you kissed him, the world around you faded, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

The End... or perhaps just the beginning.

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hi loved your Rubi and Charles oneshotes 🥹🥹🥹 it’s the cutest thing ever ,I was wondering if u can make the same with max and Noah or maybe a daughter 😭😭 please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

little boss | max verstappen

I’ve been wanting to write more for max lately, especially dad fics 😭 so thank you for this request!!

Whenever Noah was in the paddock, Max always made sure he was close by. It didn’t matter if he was doing interviews or in a meeting, he had to be close and the team didn’t mind. Everyone loved Noah, including the fans. During interviews, the little boy would be in his father’s arms playing with the cap on Max’s head or giving him kisses on the cheek resulting in many YouTube compilations of dad Max.

“Did you like the race, Noah?” An interviewer asked the boy, holding a microphone towards him.

Noah looked at his dad as if asking if it was okay to talk. Max gave him a nod. “I liked how the car sounds. It’s loud but I’m not scared.”

“Tell them how the car sounds.” Max said as Noah mimicked the sound of his dad’s car which resulted in various laughs.

“He’s actually my boss. He’s the one that tells me when I’m not going fast enough, when to pit, right?” Max looked at his son.

“You were slow this time . . Like when the race almost ended and you came in and I counted the seconds and it was . . “ he counted on his fingers. “It was five seconds!”

“I took five seconds? I’ll try to be faster next time, okay?” Max played along. “See? He’s my boss.”

“Do I sense a team principal in the making?”

“Watch out, Christian.” Max teased.

Other times when Max had to attend press conferences, drivers noticed how much of a dad max acted. He would often mumble throngs to Noah, who stayed with someone from the Red Bull team.

“You’re such a dad, mate.” Charles chuckled as Max got up from his seat and walked to his son to make sure he was drinking enough water.

“It’s adorable.” Lewis commented.

“I don’t want water, papa.” Noah gave Max the water bottle with a frown.

“Okay, I’ll be over here. Let me know when you want water, okay? Be good.” Max placed a gentle kiss on the boy’s head then walked back to his seat. “What was the question?”

Eventually, Noah did want water so he whispered his dad’s name until Max heard. “Water!” Noah whisper yelled.

“I can get it for you.” Max’s manager told him, but Max had gestured for Noah to come get it so the boy did so. Immediately Noah was greeted by the drivers.

“Hey, little boss man.” Lewis fist bumped the boy. “How’s school? You doing your homework?”

Noah nodded. “I got all the answers right on my test and then papa took me to see a movie and it was so funny.”

“That’s awesome!”

After having a drink of water, Max let Noah sit on his lap as the press conference continued. Towards the end, the boy was half asleep. Max kepts his arms around his little boy as he finally went to sleep. Thankfully the press conference had ended so he walked back to his driver’s room so he and Noah could have a nap together.

The next morning, the hashtag daddy max was trending. The hashtag was filled with screenshots and videos of the press conference. Some people even made memes out of the interaction between Noah and Lewis. It was clear that Max enjoyed being a dad and the whole world loved to see it.

#formula 1 #inbox <3 #f1 x reader #anon #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen #mv33 #mv1

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magnoliapromenadegalleria · 4 months ago

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I take no issue with monetizing cc. You release good content and have an agreeable release window, I either choose to subscribe, or I wait. Cool. What I do take issue with is this

Perma-paywalls or ridiculous early access release windows. Anything exceeding thirty days is excessive. My opinion.

2. New creators setting up immediate early access. The skillset is just not there yet to put a price on your creations. You barely have a base to sell to. This includes creators who created for other games, then come over to The Sims and try to sell to us. For example, the creator that makes skins and admitted they don't even play the game. Simply here for profit.

3. Creators that do not qc their work, or steal from other creators. Girl.

4. Customer service. Once you start creating for profit, whether it be supplemental or your main source, you have to have a level of customer service and professionalism. You have now started a brand. A very niche brand, but that's what it is. You cannot be short with people for asking valid questions and catching an attitude with them. Like that one lady with the tree coming out in February. If you are one of those rare creators who is lucky enough money to hire someone to handle your social media, I suggest you do that. Or supply a friend with more patience with their favorite coffee or something and let them handle it. Something.

5. Not interacting with the community you are trying to sell to. Connect with people. Repost their edits, lookbooks, builds, leave comments, give a like. The creator mentioned above commented that no one comments on their stuff, at least not here. Fair. This community does not talk like it used to, but to each other like it used to, but you can go to creator pages and see that they are perfectly curated advertisements. Like a showroom. No reblogs of anyone using their content. If you want that for your main page fine, but at least have another side blog where you can do the outlined above.

6. Pushing something out just to push it. I think we have entered a space, both creator and follower/consumer, where everything feels so fast-paced. What's the new thing coming out, what's next, etc. So much so that I think it has made creators push out content just to keep up, especially if they rely on that income. This has resulted in some creators getting into hot water for releasing the same item(s) in different sets and in different colors. Or creators releasing duplicates of the same thing. It can be frustrating, but I question if it is because they're just trying to keep up, or afraid to try something new or different in fear of it not doing well. Some smaller creators who create different content don't get as much love and I question if they would receive more if they followed the wave, or were big enough to start one.

Now to this community

If a creator disrespects you or others or moves in a way that you don't fundamentally agree with, and you complain but still download and or advertise their content, you're moving counterproductive to your plight. Why would anyone reflect on themselves when you prove that you're going to advertise their content anyway?

2. Show love to these creators. Big and small, especially small, monetized or not. Everyone likes to hear or see that what they release is valued. Don't harass or disrespect creators if they take a break, or they don't get something out quickly. Especially the modders.

3. Interact with each other. Even if your aesthetics or different. This is a community. If you see something you like, LIKE IT. Share it, leave a comment.

4. Create the thing simmer. The edit, cc, build, lookbook, whatever. Create the thing and share the thing. Even if it isn't part of a popular trend or aesthetic.

I'm speaking about myself here too because I want to better about this.

I want this to feel fun again. Not just based on what is in at the moment.

This might be read. Might not. Just my two Abes. Anyway I'm about to make some soup from scratch. Toodles!

#the sims #the sims 4 #sims community #ts4cc #ts4

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tarotlexa · 12 days ago

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PICK A PILE READING- (EXPERIMENTAL) what does your body need?

welcome back my luvs, this is the last part of my experimental saga (for rn at the very least, if anybody wants to offer me some ideas feel free to inbox me or dm me!), i already made a hair and skin version, if you're interested.

of course this is not medical advice but a collective reading made for entertainment purposes, so take what resonates and leave what does not as usual. love u, thank you for being here <3

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pile 1: the cards i got for this pile simply scream OVERSTIMULATION. some of you might be neurodivergent, some of you are looking into getting a diagnosis, probably. you might be disassociating a lot lately from your body's needs in favor of mental control or productivity. you’ve projected your energy far into the future but haven’t checked in with the vessel that’s carrying you there. your body feels betrayed or neglected, like you’ve been pushing past limits, avoiding rest, or ignoring signs (like skipping meals, overriding exhaustion, overconsuming caffeine or stimulants, masking pain). there is also a possibility that you’re ignoring or hiding symptoms, anything from chronic tension, hormonal imbalances, to sleep issues or stomach disruptions. it is very important to look more into what's been afflicting you lately because as invincible as we all seem, we are still human and our bodies are still fragile little machines who need to get checked from time to time. you might be also recovering from an injury or past illness atm.

definitely check in with your nervous system (signs of disregulation, insomnia, jaw clenching, digestion sensitivity...remember that chronic stress can also lead to hormonal shifts (ask me how i know), water retention, fatigue). consider taking magnesium and going on slow walks before the evening.

what your body needs rn: i feel like you are aware of the cognitive dissonance you and your body have been experiencing lately and you might have been trying to "over" fix it, as in, trying too many routines at once, trends, diets or stuff from tiktok that you thought was cool or attainable. it's sensory hell. the seven of wands being here could indicate your immune system flaring up, like it's fighting to keep up with your bullshit (sorry), it needs less chaos. you could be dealing with skin flare ups, pms, cycle irregularity or even autoimmune warning signs. investigate those triggers, protect your sleep, make sure to stick to ONE routine (like meals at a set time, sleeping at a set time), slow and repetitive movement for the win. your body is desperately trying to get you to collaborate with it, rebuild trust with it and create something SUSTAINABLE. spiritually, your body is telling you that you’re not meant to be a solo soldier, you’re here to build something with your physical self, not at its expense. most importantly: stop focusing on your brain alone, your body knows more than you think.

pile 2: see, while pile 1 is struggling to put their body first, you might be having the opposite issue here. the king of cups indicates that you're silently suffering, holding everything in and appearing composed but there's something brewing under the surface. like your body might be looking fine but internally there's a flood of stress hormones, mental tension and some somaticized emotions (as in your feelings are turning into physical symptoms). you might be currently struggling with anxiety a LOT and it reflects on your body, like you might be prone to insomnia, muscle tension, chest tightness or digestive issues tied to this emotional overload. you might be also feeling in a constant hypervigilant state all the time or being stuck in survival mode, operating on fear and anxiety. your body is asking you to show it kindness, compassion and to fix the balance between mind and heart. also pay close attention to muscle injuries rn or your knees or thyroid issues, i feel like that's relevant for this pile.

what your body needs rn: your body is showing signs of burnout, post illness fatigue or a nervous system collapse that's been building for a while now. your body wants emotional release and retreat, it needs softness, water, rest, nourishment and silence, even some isolation. deep rest, lots of water, warm salt baths, cry it all out, yoga, WATER!!, soothing and hydrating foods (bone broth, herbal teas, oats, fruits, veggies...), less caffeine, meditation.

pile 3: oh you're in grind mode but there are conflicting energies here. the knight of pentacles is slow, methodical and grounded, he loves habits, discipline and routines but then there's also the knight of wands who is impulsive, fast and who craves excitement and quick results. it's like part of you wants to stick to consistency but another part of you wants adrenaline and chaos. your body is rebuilding something right now, it could be recovering from past stress or making physical upgrades or even stamina building. you are creating a new body as we currently speak. you have energy, but it’s scattered between hustle and healing. your body can go far if you align your pace but right now it’s like pressing gas and brake at the same time. it's unrealistic yk?

what your body needs rn: you need to commit to one thing instead of burning out in too many directions. your body wants you to feel sensual, alive and in movement, you might feel the need to dance more and that's great, you should definitely try that or even doing creative workouts. you have endured a lot physically, there might be some long term tension that hasn't fully healed yet, consider taking things slow. your body needs steadiness and grounded care, think nourishing meals (do not restrict), restful sleep, regularity in movement and nutrition. your bones, muscle, digestion and endocrine system really crave earth energy (solid routines, strength, warmth, safety, think warming foods like cinnamon, ginger, soup, dark greens). i feel like pilates could be a great workout for you if you're interested in that.

thank you so much for reading, have a great day/night <3

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hischiershoe · 1 year ago

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‘𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝’ - 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫

word count: 0.8k

summary: you do the ‘call your boyfriend your husband and get his reaction’ trend.

warnings: none! short and sweet. mostly dialogue. it's just cute!

You were scrolling through Tiktok as Nico watched whatever film he needed to for their upcoming game when you got the idea. The trend had appeared a few times on your for you page already, and the thought popped into your head each time, but you were always at work and by the time you got home, you’d forgotten about it. It was harmless and simple, but it was also cute and fun.

You turned your phone off and left it on the coffee table as you approached Nico from behind, wrapping your arms around his front as you leaned on him. He lifted one of his hands to rub the skin of your arm as he turned towards you and gave you a lazy smile. You delicately pressed your lips to his own for a fleeting moment before you pulled away.

“Can we go to that coffee shop down the street,” You ask, your lips turning upwards, “They got a few new drinks I want to try with you!”

Nico couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched your face light up with excitement, but he was quick to agree. The two of you are on your way to the local shop down the road after Nico had paused his game and the both of you slipped on your shoes. He always let you pick the music when you were riding in the car with him, but you always slipped in songs you noticed he’d been listening to recently and it always made him smile. When you had gotten the drinks, one for each of you, you sat back in the car and tried to set your phone up to film.

“What are you doing,” Nico shakes his head as your phone falls for the third time. He picks it up from his floor board and manages to balance it on his dashboard with the help of a half-drunk water bottle.

“Videoing,” You playfully roll your eyes, “I’m going to post it for this trend that I saw!”

“Okay, schatzi,” He laughs before he relaxes in his seat, watching as you reach for your phone to press the red record button.

“Okay, so my husband and I are going to be trying these new drinks from a little coffee shop in the city,” You begin, doing your best to keep your focus on the screen and your face neutral, but the way the word flows so naturally off your tongue makes you blush.

The use of the word ‘husband’ catches Nico off guard, but he quickly recovers and he can’t stop the smile from forming on his face. He’s only looking at you as you continue talking for a little bit, his eyes wide and adoration. He doesn’t care if it was a simple slip of the tongue, it makes warmth spread in his chest all the same when the word tumbled from your lips.

“First we have the cinnamon bun frappe, so my husband is going to try it and let us know what he thinks,” You grin as you take the cup from its holder and turn to Nico, “It’s not what he usually gets because he thinks it’s too sweet, but he’s going to try it for us right?”

He has a flustered look on his face, his cheeks red and eyes crinkled as he takes the drink from your hands, “Yeah, of course I am.”

He glances away from you and takes a small drink from the straw, his features slightly scrunching from the sweetness of the drink. He lets his gaze flicker over to you and he does his best to look like he enjoyed the sugary drink you mistook for a coffee, but he failed miserably. You giggled as you watched him forcefully swallow the small sip he had taken before looking back at your phone.

“Okay, so that one is not husband approved,” You point out as you let out a small laugh, listening to the way Nico shuffles in his seat so his body is angled towards you.

“Are you saying that on purpose,” He asks, raising his brows when you catch his eye.

“Saying what,” You feign confusion, slightly tilting your head as you bite back a smile of your own.

“Husband,” He smugly smiles as he leans over the center console, “I’m not complaining. I love it actually.”

You watch as he gets closer to you, your body instinctively leaning towards his own like he was your own gravitational pull. His eyes briefly flicker down to your lips as the two of you wait for the other to diminish the small distance between you. You let out a sigh as he reaches a hand over to cup the back of your head, his thumb massaging your scalp.

“Do you really,” You whisper, nudging his nose with your own as you ghost your lips over his.

“Yeah, I really do. Can’t wait until it’s reality one day.”

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier fic #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #nico hischier blurb #new jersey devils

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bunny-jpeg · 8 months ago

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hi can I please make an order of crème caramel, berry trifle, mango sorbet and a spicy upside down cake with a side of lemon water served by Max Verstappen please? Sorry it's a bit long tho...

bakery menu

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu, i'd love to hear your order! and thank you to everyone who submitted orders! i am working through them!!

crème caramel ("oh. you thought you were getting away from me?" ) + berry trifle ("wrong. try again.") + mango sorbet ("you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?") + spicy upside down cake ( "let's play a game: don't get caught.") + lemon water (university/college au) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, university au, bully!max, mean!max, semi-public sex, library sex, fwb gone horrible, dirty talk/degrading language, obsessive!max, oral sex (max receives), choking/deep throating

"where are you going, schat?" max loomed over you like a heavy cloud as he placed his hands on your hips. he held you like he owned you, and in all fairness... sometimes it felt like he did.

you thought the one time you'd try to have a one night stand that everything would go swimmingly. but you picked the wrong man on campus.

graduate student, about three years your senior. with hands like bear paws and about the same strength as one in his grip. and he held you in the middle of the library.

"you just came in and now you're turning around in leaving? surely you had something to do here today. it was close to eight in the evening, the library was next to dead. you remained silent for a moment before he added, "oh. you thought you were getting away from me? is that it, you thought you could leave before i found you?"

you swallowed and lied, "i forgot something."

he chuckled as he leaned in a little closer, "was it your panties? because i found them in my car yesterday. pink with flowers? they kept me busy all of last night when you were ignoring my texts." he held onto you a little tighter, "it's not polite to ignore me, liefje."

the issue was that you wanted a one night stand with someone outside of your little english department. so you ended up with a geography graduate student... however, after that night, max became your shadow.

"what did you do to my panties, max?"

he let go of you and turned you in his arms. he smiled at you, the kind of smile that most at the school would trip over themselves to see. but you could see something else in those blue eyes, "don't worry, i washed them when i was done." then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.

you pulled back a little, but couldn't go far as he had you basically trapped against him. you could call for help, but the student librarian at the front desk was more occupied with her phone.

max pulled your attention back to him as he said, "why don't we study together? think of it like a date."

you'd never date someone like max. not even as his thumbs tried to push up your t-shirt a little, you managed to get away. you swallowed, you could run and hide. but, max had more eyes on the school than cameras. someone would catch a glimpse of you somewhere on campus and max would find you.

max verstappen was denied very little in his life. and he wasn't going to start of trend of not getting his way.

"so why were you running away, my love?" he asked as he pressed himself up against you. his strong arms were around you middle as he pressed you to him. he smiled was threatening and you felt a cold chill down your spine.

"i told you. i forgot something." you tried to use the last bit of fight in you. but those eyes of his were all knowing.

"wrong. try again." he said before he went in and kissed you on the cheek, "i remember our first night together. you made me feel like nothing else could. you made me feel alive. i hate when you run away from me." he kissed the corner of your lip softly, "now, why don't we study tonight."

you looked up at him. he was a bit taller than you and for sure stronger. the gaze in his eyes warmed up when you nodded, accepting his offer for studying.

see, you knew what max needed. he wanted to be closer to you, he wanted to feel you all over. he even wanted to take you out on dates and make you the center of his world. he was obsessed with you, and you just needed to see that he loved you. but that meant less struggling.

he led you into the back of the library, the furthest part with two chairs in a desk. there was no one else around for a good while. most had left for the evening. which left you alone with max.

"liefje." he said as he sat on the chair and unzipped his fly, "come here." it was a siren's call before he sank his teeth into you. before he ripped you to shreds and drag you under the waves.

you knew what you had to do, you were thankful that the pants you wore were comfy because you knew that one round, even in a semi-public space, wouldn't be enough for max. you knew another pair of your panties would end up in his car.

he watched you lower to your knees and licked his lips, you looked like a doll to him. he said quietly, "let's play a game: don't get caught." before he ran his hands through your hair.

your face was up against his cock and you shuddered a little bit. the size of it was impressive and it made your mouth water a little. this was how he trapped you. the allure of his heavy cock in your face.

with a small whine he pushed your face further against his cock and you had no choice but to take it in your mouth. but few pleasantries were made when he got the tip up against your throat. you whined a little bit, it was almost a whorish noise as you relaxed against his grasp.

mad max, mean max, whatever you wanted to call him. you felt almost at home on your knees in front of him. he was your hook up gone wrong. horribly wrong.

his voice was a curl in your brain and made you shift a little bit on the carpeted ground, "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?" he knew you had to take an extra semester because you failed a course. in a slight fairness it was max's fault, he wouldn't let you go write your final exam. too busy bruising that cunt of yours well into the morning.

even if you tried to write the exam all your brain cells were gone due to how hard hew as fucking you. even now, with his cock in your throat, you felt a loss in most brain activity. no higher thinking while he was choking you on his cock.

you felt amazing around his cock, there were few words to describe how it all felt. he could feel the flutter in his chest as he rammed his cock up against your throat. and when you made a choking noise, he told you to "shut up." before he kept battering his cock up against the back of your throat.

you looked up at him, your eyes looked so innocent as he pressed his cock into your throat as deep as it would go. he still had a lot to teach you about deep throating, but for now he'd take a small pleasure in your choked noises.

"such a pretty girl." he said, "you look so good on your knees. is this how you were passing all your courses? pretty blouses and dick sucking lips." he chuckled lowly as he gripped onto your head further.

you whimpered a little bit as you held onto his strong thighs as you worked yourself onto his cock. you felt the buzz in your head as you continued to move your head.

"this is how i like you. i don't get why you don't understand that. most would kill for a chance to be in your spot. but you get it so easily." he said in a low, harsh tone.

you whined a little bit and arched your back. you felt your body splashed with heat. you trembled a little bit with a certain want. max verstappen knew how to play you like a fiddle. he knew how to take you apart and put all your pieces back together as he liked them.

"such a good girl for me. i'm glad i got a hold of you before you became a slut. now you can't cum on anyone's dick but mine." he said harshly.

in the back corner of the library you gave him head. your brain felt unfocused as he bullied the tip up against your pretty throat. he wanted to bruise it so you couldn't talk for a few days.

"no need to speak words, liefje. not when your boyfriend could do all the talking for you." he said and the words marked on your brain and made your core soaked.

"max." you tried to say with his cock in your mouth.

"shush." he said.

you looked at him once more before his grip on you started to tighten even more. he pushed his cock up against your throat once more, you knew it would be bruised come morning.

you whined and relaxed yourself enough for him to finish down your throat. he groaned and held onto you as he finished in your mouth. you tasted the saltiness down your throat. and your mind went little a blurry for a moment.

when you got your mouth off his cock, you rested your face on his thigh and looked up at him. max was almost sweet when he brushed the side of your face.

"you should be studying how to make me feel good. stupid little thing already knows enough about english." he pinched your cheeks, "be my bride."

you pouted a little, your lips glossed with spit and pre cum, "no, max."

he sighed before he gripped your hair again, "enough thinking. get on the table. i'm not done with you." max knew you inside and out, no other man on campus could compare to him. he'll teach you eventually, that his love was the only one you needed.

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wondrluv · 24 days ago

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୨୧ one more ; cb98

➪ summary: connor is a perfectionist, he's determined, he always gets what he wants... or 3 times connor says "one-more" because things didn't go his way

➪ warnings: none i don't think !

➪ word count: 1.4k

➪ emma's notes: um hello? me writing an nhl x reader fic? guys it's been like three months. anyway. um- yessss this has been sitting in my google drive since the hawks posted that video of the guys trying to stop the stopwatch at 3.12.

1. the time with the tiktok trend

“Connie?”

Connor looked up from where he was sitting on the couch, his right leg popped up on the coffee table, biting his thumbnail as his right hand stopped mid-scroll. He raised an eyebrow, eyes surveying her up and down, taking notice of the sweatshirt that hung to her mid-thigh, the Blackhawks logo plastered on the front.

“Hmm?”

“You know how you love me?”

His lips turned into a smirk, placing his phone beside him as he sat up, “I might be aware. Why?”

She shifted closer to him, her knees barely brushing his leg. She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, nerves flowing throw her as she tried to form her question, “I- Do- Can you do a TikTok with me?”

He smirked even more at the blush on her cheeks, standing up and slipping his arm around her waist, “Which one?”

She handed him her phone, Sabrina Carpenter’s Slim Pickens, playing softly as he watched the video. She leaned into his touch, a subconscious habit she’d picked up on since the two of them started dating, her body seeking the warmth he emanated.

It was the third time around of ‘A boy who’s jacked and kind’ before he finally paused the video, looking at her with a certain look of fondness in his eyes, “I think I can arrange that to happen.”

She couldn’t help the grin that was now on her face, plucking her phone from his hand and placing it against her water bottle that sat on the counter. She looked back at him, “Do you want to practice?”

He shook his head adamantly, “No, I got this.”

“Cocky.” She started the timer anyway, backing up as Connor’s hands found their place on her hips like it was where they belonged.

The music started playing and with ease, Connor lifted her up, placing her on his shoulders, an embarrassed but happy expression on her face. He slid her off with just as much grace, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she stared up at him, eyes soft.

The two of them watched the video, Connor’s eyebrows furrowing when he saw how he stumbled slightly, and his lip pouting, “No no, one more. It makes it look like I can’t lift you up.”

“Baby, it’s fine.”

“No one more.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, propping it back up and stepping back into his arms. They repeated the same movements, Connor lifting her up without fault and placing her back down with a kiss on her cheek. And this time when they watched the video, he groaned softly, “My face looks weird. Please can we do it one more time? I promise it will be the last one?”

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

It was in fact not one more time. The two of them recorded the video 5 more times after that, each time Connor critiqued something in it; whether it was the way he was standing or the way it made it seem like he didn’t love her enough to pick her up, he made her redo it.

And now, almost thirty minutes later from when she initially asked him to film it with her, he was grinning and nodding along to the final take, “Perfect.”

“The first one was perfect.”

“Just because you looked perfect in all of them, doesn’t mean I did.”

She blushed at his words, letting her forehead fall to his chest, “Shut up.”

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

2. the time when he loses (constantly)

Game nights were always something she had dreaded because watching four boys argue whether or not stacking was allowed in Uno was not her idea of fun.

She’d stopped playing thirty minutes ago after winning three times in a row and Kevin had all but made her stop so they could “have a chance to win”. So she’d resorted to watching them play, her feet tucked beneath her as she sat on the couch, eating some pretzels.

Connor groaned as Lukas placed down another +2 on top of Alex’s, “Sorry, Con.”

“This is rigged.”

“You can’t be the best at everything.” She reminded, taking a sip of her water.

“But I can try.” He retorted, reluctantly picking up six cards.

She rolled her eyes, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, focused on the game happening in front of her.

“Uno!”

She jumped at Lukas’ voice despite knowing he only had one card left. They all ran a hand through their hair as if they were playing the last five minutes of a tied game. One by one, Alex, Kevin, and Connor set their cards down, Lukas beaming with excitement when he placed his last card down.

“Y/n: 3, Lukas: 1. Alex, Kevin, and Connor: 0.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Kevin threw his cards down, scattering them across the coffee table.

“One more. C’mon.”

“No, I’m tired of losing,” Kevin whined.

“You’re such a baby,” Y/n claimed, moving to sit next to Connor, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Says the one who won three games in a row.”

“You guys win hockey games-”

“Barely.” Connor interrupted her, scoffing.

She glared at him, hitting his arm, “As I was saying. You guys win hockey games, I win board games. Maybe game night is more fun than I thought.”

“One more time.”

“I’m down.”

“Same.”

So, Lukas shuffled the cards, passing them out to the other three. She sat contently, her head somehow burying itself further into Connor’s hoodie with each card placed down.

She was about to drift off when Connor’s voice made its way to her ears, “Fuck!”

“Maybe y/n could help you next round.”

He glared at Kevin, resting his head on his girlfriends, “You guys are cheaters.”

“Just because you’re ass doesn’t mean we don’t.”

“Shut up.”

A beat passed before he spoke again, “One more?”

“NO!”

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3. the time with the kisses

It was late when he came through the door, exhaustion noticeable with every movement he made. He kicked his shoes off, almost stumbling over himself as he walked to his room, pushing the door open and freezing at the sight in front of him.

He was sure he’d never seen something, someone, as beautiful as she was; her hair messy, glasses on her face, knees pulled up and a book resting on them, her fingers turning the page every so often, eyes trailing over the words.

Her face was illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp from the nightstand next to her, a candle burning next to it, creating a cozy atmosphere that welcomed him with open arms.

He sat his bag down at the entranceway to the room, her head snapping up, her eyes meeting his, a smile making its way onto her face, “Hey.”

“Hey.” Connor returned the smile, shuffling over to her, pressing a kiss to her head. “Wasn’t expecting you to be awake.”

She flushed slightly, “I started a new book and then I figured I’d just wait for you.”

He nodded, kissing her cheek and walking towards his closet to change into some shorts and a sweatshirt, the one she loved when he wore it. He collapsed on the bed moments later, eliciting a giggle from her as she placed her bookmark between the pages, moving to rest the book on the nightstand, blowing out the candle.

She settled back on her side, the two of them facing each other, “Good goal tonight.”

“Mm, thank you.” He murmured, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her closer to him, his eyes fluttering closed at her closeness.

“Proud of you.” She kissed his jaw softly.

“One more.”

“One more what?”

“Kiss.”

She smiled, kissing his cheek this time, pulling away. His grip on her tightened, not allowing her to stray too far, “One more.”

She didn’t say anything this time, kissing his other cheek.

“One more.” She kissed his forehead.

“One more.” She kissed his nose.

“One more.” She kissed between his eyes.

“One-” She kissed his lips, cutting off his sentence, her fingers tangling in his fingers.

He grinned, kissing her back, his one finger resting beneath her chin and his other hand still tugging her closer despite there being no space between them any longer. When she pulled away, he gave her an innocent look, peering at her with curious eyes, “One more?”

She huffed but kissed him again, each kiss met with another “one more” from Connor until she shook her head, laying back against the pillows.

“Fine just say you don’t love me then.”

“Connie, I’ve kissed you like 15 times in the past two minutes.”

“Sue me for wanting to kiss my girlfriend.”

“Go to sleep.”

And he would, but not without kissing her again.

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aspenmissing · 30 days ago

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This idea has been rattling around in my brain like a pebble and you’ve become one of my fav writer as of late!

Fem!Reader and the character are in an argument/disagreement, reader is over it and just wants it to end so they just pull up their shirt and flash them (this was a tiktok trend for awhile, that’s where I got it)

I love your writing! And remember, you deserve a break too🫶🏻

ꜰʟᴀꜱʜ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ-ɪꜱʜ || 6172 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴜᴅɪᴛʏ (ʙᴏᴏʙ ꜰʟᴀꜱʜɪɴɢ), ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ/ʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴘɪᴄᴇ (ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ&ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ)

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JAYCE

Jayce paced back and forth in the workshop, frustration evident in every movement. His thoughts were scattered, his emotions high, but Y/N... Y/N was different. She wasn’t shouting, wasn’t arguing back—she was quietly fuming, her eyes locked on him with a tension that only seemed to grow thicker. His chest tightened with irritation, and his mind scrambled to find the right words.

“Y/N, this isn’t the time to shut down!” Jayce exclaimed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “We need to work through this!”

Y/N stood perfectly still, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She didn’t even flinch as Jayce’s voice rose in pitch, each word more heated than the last. The tension in the air felt suffocating, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Her gaze never left him, unwavering and calm. She could feel Jayce’s frustration radiating like heat from a forge, but it wasn’t helping. She wasn’t angry anymore. No, she was just... tired. Tired of the constant bickering, tired of the way every little thing seemed to blow up into a mountain of problems. And now, it felt like the argument was going in circles, neither of them getting anywhere.

Jayce, oblivious to her exhaustion, took another step forward, his brows furrowed. “Why are you being so difficult? I’m trying to make things better here!”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she shifted on her feet. Her heart raced—not from anger—but from something else entirely. She was done. Done with the back and forth, done with the fight that had grown more tedious by the second. Her mind was made up.

With a sudden, almost theatrical movement, Y/N took a step toward him, causing Jayce to freeze in place. Before he could even register what was happening, she pulled her shirt up, flashing him in one swift motion.

Jayce froze in place, his mouth going dry. His brain scrambled to process the sudden shift in events. His eyes widened, his heart skipped a beat, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He couldn’t even find the words to say. He stared, completely gobsmacked, as Y/N casually let the shirt fall back into place. There was no teasing, no smirk—just a simple, almost clinical motion, as though she were dusting off the argument like it was nothing.

Y/N didn’t need to say anything—her message was clear. She was done with this. She turned on her heel, her back straight, and began to walk away without a single word. Jayce was still frozen, caught somewhere between shock and confusion, his mind struggling to comprehend the fact that she had just done that.

But then—his legs started moving. He blinked, realizing too late that Y/N was walking out, and his brain caught up with his body.

“W-Wait!” Jayce stammered, rushing forward, trying to catch up to her. His foot caught on a loose piece of equipment, and he stumbled. His hands flailed in a desperate attempt to catch his balance, but it was no use. With a yelp, Jayce tumbled forward, his body colliding with a stack of metal crates, causing a loud clatter.

Y/N, without missing a beat, glanced over her shoulder. She didn't break her stride, but there was a brief flash of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, one that she immediately hid. Jayce was sprawled on the floor now, still attempting to get up with that same frantic energy, his face beet-red.

“Damn it!” he muttered, half-laughing, half-exasperated. He quickly scrambled to his feet, brushing himself off and looking helplessly at her retreating form. “Wait—just—just hold on!”

But Y/N didn’t wait. She walked out of the workshop without looking back, her footsteps steady and purposeful, as though the whole moment had been a dream. All Jayce could do was watch, standing there with his arms outstretched as though he could somehow will her back.

He stood frozen for a long moment, completely speechless, processing the absurdity of the situation. The argument... it seemed so small now. So insignificant. The tension that had consumed him was gone, replaced with a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling he couldn’t quite place.

After a beat, Jayce gave a frustrated groan. “Why is this so complicated?!” He sighed, rubbing his forehead in disbelief. “This... this is definitely not how I expected this day to go.”

VIKTOR

Viktor’s fingers drummed impatiently on the edge of his workbench, his glasses perched low on his nose as he glared at Y/N. “You’re not listening, Y/N,” he said, his voice strained with frustration. “This isn’t a matter of personal preference; it’s science.”

Y/N crossed her arms, her lips curling into a tight frown. “I am listening, Viktor. But you’re being unreasonable.”

Unreasonable? Viktor’s eye twitched. “Unreasonable? You don’t understand the implications of—”

“Oh, I understand perfectly well, Viktor!” Y/N cut him off, her voice rising. “You’re all about the science, but you never listen when it comes to us, to me.”

Viktor let out a sigh, the weight of his work pressing down on him. “I can’t just drop everything because you feel neglected. I’m on the brink of—”

“On the brink of what, Viktor? Another experiment gone awry?” Y/N snapped, rolling her eyes. “I’m so tired of your brink-of-greatness routine. We’ve been through this before!”

Viktor’s hands clenched into fists, his frustration mounting. “It’s not like I’m doing this for myself! I’m doing this for both of us—so we can have a future without the limitations of your reckless spontaneity.”

Y/N’s eyebrow arched, and she stepped forward. “Reckless? You think I’m reckless?”

“Yes!” Viktor shot back, his voice a mixture of exasperation and disbelief. “You act without thinking! This whole thing is about focus, and I’m not going to let you derail me just because you can’t wait for five minutes of my attention!”

Y/N’s pulse quickened, a sharp sting of hurt flashing in her chest. “You know what, Viktor?” she said, her tone suddenly cold. “I’m so over this.”

Viktor blinked, his posture stiffening, but before he could respond, Y/N was already crossing the room. She stopped just in front of him, her eyes flickering with mischief, and then—without warning—she pulled up her shirt in one swift motion, flashing him her chest with a playful flourish.

Viktor froze, his mouth hanging slightly open in shock, his usually sharp focus completely derailed by the sudden onslaught of skin. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he couldn’t form a coherent thought.

Y/N, looking entirely unbothered, dropped her shirt back down as casually as if it were any other day. “There,” she said, turning away with a playful smirk. “Now you’ve got my full attention. Now, maybe you can focus on what really matters.”

Viktor’s brain scrambled to catch up as she sauntered toward the door, the playful sway of her hips adding an almost smug air to her retreat. His eyes flicked back to the workbench, and then, with an almost imperceptible grin tugging at his lips, he found his voice again.

“Well, I can’t deny that was a different approach,” he drawled, his voice oozing with confidence and a touch of his usual cocky charm. “If you keep this up, I might have to declare an emergency meeting… about the new distraction techniques.”

Y/N stopped in her tracks, turning just enough to flash him a teasing grin. “You’re welcome,” she said, her eyes dancing with amusement. “But if you’re thinking of using that as a regular tactic… it’s not gonna work. This was a one-time offer.”

Viktor’s smirk deepened, clearly unfazed by her words. “Oh, I’m certain I can come up with more ‘offers,’” he teased, leaning back against the bench with an exaggerated sigh. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll flash you some weapons of my own next time.” His gaze flicked up to meet hers with a glint of mischievousness.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to laugh as she crossed her arms again. “Keep dreaming, Viktor,” she said with a wink, her expression softening despite the lingering tension.

Viktor chuckled, his gaze following her toward the door. “You’re going to make it hard for me to get any work done, aren’t you?”

Y/N turned to face him one last time, her grin playful. “You’re the one who’s always too focused. Maybe a little distraction is good for you once in a while.”

“Well, if you insist…” Viktor's voice trailed off as he returned to his work, his mind racing—though it wasn’t with the calculations he had been working on earlier. The playful exchange had lightened the mood between them, and he refocused on his desk, he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of warmth that had been missing for far too long.

As for Y/N, she walked out of the workshop, but not without a sense of victory. Despite their argument, she had managed to pull him out of his tunnel vision, even if it had taken something a little… unconventional. Maybe it wasn’t the solution to all their problems, but it certainly made things a whole lot easier to handle.

JAYVIK

In the dimly lit apartment that Y/N, Viktor, and Jayce shared, the usual calm was replaced by a ridiculous energy that felt like a comedy sketch gone wrong. What had started as a simple disagreement about something trivial—whether or not to use a certain chemical in a new invention—had somehow spiraled into a full-blown ridiculous argument.

Y/N stood with her arms crossed over her chest, an exaggerated pout on her face, clearly fed up with the entire situation. Her eyes were squinted with mock offense, and her posture was almost comically defensive. "Seriously, Jayce? You think we need that much stabilization fluid? We’re not trying to build a rocket ship here!" she huffed, rolling her eyes dramatically.

Jayce, on the other hand, had his hands on his hips, pacing back and forth like an annoyed professor. “I’m just trying to make sure our projects are stable, Y/N!” He threw his arms up in the air as if explaining the most obvious thing in the world. “If you want explosions in the lab, then sure, go ahead, but I’d like to avoid that.”

Y/N scoffed dramatically, her hand coming up to her forehead as if she were fainting from the sheer ridiculousness of it all. “Oh yes, Jayce. Of course. Stabilization fluid. How could I forget? Because that’s clearly the most important thing we should focus on, not the fact that we have—what—three different projects on the go, and half of them are leaking.”

Jayce shot her an exaggerated glare. “They’re not leaking. That’s just... residual moisture.”

“Residual moisture? Is that what we’re calling it now?” Y/N smirked, leaning forward with a knowing look. “I thought we were going to invent something useful, not a glorified puddle.”

Viktor, who had been quietly sitting on the couch with his cane resting next to him, seemed to be watching this all unfold like it was a soap opera—though one he was clearly tired of. He rested his chin on his hand, pretending to be invested but internally wondering how long it would take for them to realize how ridiculous they were being. His eyes flicked from Y/N to Jayce, half-amused, half-exasperated. "Are we really arguing about fluid consistency?" he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else.

Jayce turned to Viktor, ignoring Y/N for a moment. "See? Viktor gets it! I’m just trying to make sure we don’t blow up the lab—again!"

“Again?” Y/N interjected, her voice dripping with mock disbelief. “Jayce, sweetie, the last time I checked, you were the one who forgot to put the stabilization fluid in, and I had to save the project from being a pile of ash. Let’s not pretend that’s not what happened.”

Jayce opened his mouth to argue, but then paused. “I... may have, uh, neglected that once. But this time—”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, cutting him off with a laugh. “Oh sure, this time, you’re the hero with the liquid of destiny. What will it be next time? A magic crystal?”

Viktor finally sat up a little straighter, his voice breaking the bickering like a dull thud. “Perhaps the magic crystals will help you two focus,” he said dryly, clearly done with the argument but unable to fully mask the faint amusement in his tone. He shifted his weight, leaning back slightly, watching them with an unreadable expression. “Honestly, I’m just waiting for the next ‘residual moisture’ disaster.”

Y/N turned to Viktor, giving him a playful glare. “You’re not helping.”

“I wasn’t trying to,” Viktor replied with a small smirk. “I’ve learned that when it comes to this particular debate, it’s best to observe quietly.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, then took a deep breath, and just as the argument seemed to be winding down, she turned back to Jayce with a wide, exaggerated grin. “You know what, Jayce? I’m over this. Over. It.”

Jayce blinked, eyes wide, unsure of what was about to happen. “Wait, what—?”

Before he could say anything else, Y/N, with a flourish of dramatic flair, lifted her shirt up over her head in one swift motion, exposing herself to both Viktor and Jayce. It was completely unexpected—comically bold, really—and the two men froze, their eyes wide with shock.

“Consider this a statement,” Y/N said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she stood there for a heartbeat, fully aware of the chaos she’d just caused. “I’m done with the ‘fluid’ argument, and this... this is my final word on the matter.”

Jayce’s jaw dropped open, his face turning beet red as he scrambled to find words but found himself utterly speechless. Viktor, equally stunned but far more composed, blinked a few times, trying to figure out if this was a new form of communication he hadn't been briefed on. Both men just stared, caught completely off guard by the sudden shift in their bickering.

Y/N, however, seemed completely unaffected by the sudden stillness in the room. She swiftly pulled her shirt back down and gave them a cool look. “There,” she said. “Now, let’s call it a draw.” Her voice was sweetly final, like she’d just wrapped up a perfectly executed prank.

“I’m done,” she repeated, her tone now softer, almost sweet as she turned on her heel. “See you guys later.”

She walked out of the room with an exaggerated sway in her hips, leaving the two men in a state of stunned silence.

Jayce blinked a few times, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to process what had just happened. Finally, he found his voice, though it was laced with confusion and disbelief. “What just happened?”

Viktor sighed, his gaze lingering on the door through which Y/N had exited. He shook his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I think... she’s trying to make a point,” he said, his voice deadpan but with a hint of amusement. He glanced at Jayce, who was still frozen in place, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. “You’re not going to chase her, are you?”

Jayce’s eyes widened, his face flushing even more. “I... I don’t even know where to start,” he muttered, clearly unsure how to react.

Viktor’s lips twitched upward. “Probably with the fact that you two are way too invested in stabilization fluid,” he said dryly, leaning back on the couch, adjusting his cane with a nonchalant air. “This isn’t the first time she’s done something like this. I’m just glad it wasn’t worse.”

Jayce’s face turned a deep shade of crimson. “She... flashed us,” he said, still struggling to comprehend what had just occurred. “And then... she just walked away.”

Viktor nodded, his tone unbothered but with a dry edge. “And I suspect that’s the most serious argument resolution you’ll ever get with her.”

Jayce, still staring at the door, let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping. “So... do we just... leave it?”

Viktor let out a soft sigh, his expression shifting to one of quiet understanding. He raised an eyebrow, giving Jayce a pointed look. “She’s made her point. Let it go.”

For a moment, Jayce stood frozen, then suddenly, as if realizing the absurdity of the situation was too much to let slide, he snapped his gaze to Viktor. They shared a look—something unspoken passing between them—before, almost simultaneously, they both jumped to their feet, scrambling in a chaotic attempt to chase after Y/N.

Neither of them knew exactly what to say when they caught up to her, but the silence in the room before had been broken, and they both knew they couldn’t let this end without a proper... conversation.

And with that, they both rushed after her, leaving the apartment in a whirlwind of hasty steps and confusion.

VANDER

The Last Drop was packed tonight. The familiar hum of conversation mixed with the clinking of glasses, a cacophony of voices that filled the smoky air. But at the corner of the bar, the mood was anything but light. Vander and Y/N were locked in a heated argument, their voices cutting through the noise like daggers.

"I told you, Y/N," Vander’s voice was low, measured, though it carried a weight of frustration that was unmistakable. His hands were planted firmly on the table, knuckles white, as if he were trying to steady himself. "That wasn’t the right call. You can’t keep running off like that. You’re not some stray that can just—"

"God, Vander, you don’t get it!" Y/N snapped, her eyes flashing, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she leaned in slightly, matching his intensity. "I'm not some child! I don't need you to babysit me!" She emphasized the word with a sneer, clearly irritated by the insinuation.

Vander straightened up, his muscles tensing. "I’m not babysitting you!" he shot back, voice rising ever so slightly, the frustration slipping into his tone. "I’m trying to protect you, damn it! You can’t just go off on your own and think everything’s going to be fine. You’re not invincible, Y/N!" He leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers, piercing through her defences. "You always think you know better—"

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head, her frustration only mounting. "I don’t always think I know better, Vander," she retorted, her voice biting, but a little hurt now too. "But I’m not some helpless fool, okay? I know how to handle myself, and I don’t need you holding my hand every damn time."

The words hung heavy in the air between them, both of them standing firm, unwilling to give an inch. But as the seconds passed, something in Y/N snapped. She was tired of the argument, tired of the endless back-and-forth that went nowhere. And in that moment, she wanted to end it, one way or another.

Before Vander could speak again, Y/N’s eyes narrowed in defiance. Without warning, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it up, just enough to flash him — just enough to make him freeze in his tracks. The bare skin, the curve of her chest, was all a challenge. Her eyes never left his, and a mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

Vander was momentarily dumbfounded, his words dying on his tongue. His breath caught, his gaze glued to her for a split second, but the intensity in her eyes kept him rooted. She was playing a dangerous game, and Vander wasn’t sure if he was ready for it.

Y/N quickly pulled her shirt back down, her smirk widening as she took a step back, feeling the power shift in the room. "Well, that shut you up, didn’t it?" she said, her voice laced with amusement and a touch of smugness. "I’m done with this." She turned on her heel, walking away from the argument, leaving Vander standing there, still processing what had just happened.

For a moment, Vander just stood there, his mind reeling from the boldness of her move. His jaw tightened, his fists clenched, but then the weight of the situation hit him. She wasn’t going to walk away like that. Not from him.

Before Y/N could make it to the door, Vander moved. His reflexes were quick, almost too quick to register. In one swift motion, he reached out, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her effortlessly over his shoulder.

"Vander, what the hell?!" Y/N exclaimed, half-laughing, half-protesting as she was hoisted up. She was still so caught off guard by the flash of boldness between them, and now this.

"You’ve had enough of this nonsense," Vander muttered, his voice rough, but there was a playful edge to it. "We’re not doing this here. Not in front of all these people."

Y/N's breath hitched as she squirmed slightly, her legs kicking playfully. "Oh, come on, you’re seriously carrying me off like a sack of potatoes?"

Vander’s arms were firm, his grip like iron as he maneuvered through the Last Drop with ease, ignoring the curious glances of the few patrons who happened to notice. He was focused, determined, and Y/N’s protests only made him more resolute.

"You’re not getting away this time," he grumbled, his voice a low growl that stirred something within her. "And you're damn lucky I didn’t just drag you out of here by your hair."

Y/N couldn’t help but let out a surprised laugh. "Are you really going to take me upstairs, like this? Is this how you solve all your problems?"

Vander smirked, his large, muscled frame moving with the ease of someone who had no intention of letting her escape his grasp. "I’m solving the problem you caused," he teased, though there was a deep, dark chuckle in his voice that sent a shiver down her spine. "Now, stop squirming. We’re getting this sorted."

She looked up at him as they reached the staircase, her gaze locking onto his. "Sorted? And how exactly do you plan to sort this, Vander?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity and challenge.

Vander’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening as he took the stairs two at a time. "I’m going to show you why you shouldn’t mess with me when I’m like this," he murmured, the words heavy with intent.

Y/N’s heart raced as they reached the top of the stairs, her pulse quickening. She didn’t need to ask him what he meant. The tension between them, the electricity in the air, said it all. The argument was long forgotten, replaced with the kind of fire that could only be quenched in silence.

As Vander carried her into the bedroom, his movements slow and deliberate, the last remnants of their bickering melted away. Y/N didn’t fight him anymore. She let him take the lead, the heat between them rising with every step.

The door to the bedroom closed behind them, and the world outside seemed to fall away. The lights of the Last Drop were distant now, a memory.

Vander placed her down, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer. Y/N’s defiance turned into something more urgent, a silent agreement between them. Her lips found his, and all the words that had been thrown in anger were forgotten.

Vander’s hands were everywhere now, exploring the curve of her body with possessive intent. Y/N responded in kind, her breath shallow, a soft gasp escaping her as she pulled him closer, urging him on.

The rest of the night was just them — no more arguments, no more words. Only the heat of their bodies pressed together, and the warmth of everything they hadn’t yet said, only felt.

SILCO

The heated words in Silco’s office hung in the air, swirling with frustration and irritation. Y/N stood by the large desk, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she glared at him. "You don't get it, Silco. I've told you a thousand times, I don't need your protection!" Her voice had an edge to it, the words sharp and punctuated with an annoyance that had been growing all evening.

Silco leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrests, his amber eyes cold and calculating. He watched her carefully, noting the anger in her posture and the defiance in her gaze. "You think I don't know what's best for you, Y/N?" he responded, his voice low and steady, but carrying an edge of frustration. "You think I don't see how dangerous it is out there? How easy it would be for someone to hurt you when you're not looking? I'm doing what I can to keep you safe, and you're making this more difficult than it needs to be."

"I don’t need you controlling everything in my life!" Y/N snapped, her voice rising, the tension crackling in the small space between them. She turned slightly, pacing in front of the desk, her boots clicking against the floor. "I can handle myself. I'm not some fragile thing you have to protect at every turn."

Silco’s eyes darkened, a rare flash of something like frustration flickering across his usually controlled features. "I’m not controlling you, Y/N. I’m keeping you alive." His voice dropped, a growl of exasperation edging into his words. "This is different. I don't have the luxury of letting you wander around without thinking about the consequences. Everything I do, I do because I care."

Y/N’s hands clenched into fists, her jaw tightening. “I don't need your care to survive, Silco," she bit out, her eyes flashing with frustration. "You don't get it. I don’t need you to watch over me like I’m some pet. I'm more than capable of making my own choices—whether you like them or not."

The silence between them stretched, thick with tension. Silco’s gaze remained unwavering, but Y/N could see the muscles in his jaw flexing. There was something in the way he looked at her, like he was calculating his next move.

But Y/N had had enough. The argument was going nowhere, and she could feel the weight of it pressing down on her. So, in a sudden, bold move, she pulled her shirt up over her head, flashing him her chest for a brief moment before quickly pulling it back down. "There," she said, her voice dripping with challenge and a teasing edge. "Is that what you wanted? Something to shut you up?"

The look on Silco’s face was one of disbelief for a moment—then something darker. His amber eyes narrowed, a possessive heat flickering in their depths. His gaze traced her for just a second longer than necessary, as if committing every detail of the moment to memory.

Before she could even turn away, Silco’s chair screeched as he shot to his feet. His movements were fluid and predatory, and in an instant, he was behind her. His hands were on her, pulling her back against him with a force that stole the breath from her lungs. One hand landed firmly on her chest, his fingers splayed across her sternum, anchoring her in place.

“Don’t ever do that again,” Silco growled, his voice a low, dangerous warning that vibrated through her. His other hand slid around her waist, pulling her firmly against him as his lips brushed against her ear. “You’re mine. Don’t forget it.”

Y/N exhaled sharply, the heat of his presence overwhelming her senses. She didn’t fight the grip he had on her; instead, she leaned back against him, feeling the tension in his body and the possessiveness radiating off him. "I wasn’t trying to make you forget it," she murmured, her tone softening but still laced with a playful challenge. "But if you’re going to keep being an asshole, maybe I’ll keep reminding you in my own way."

Silco let out a low, dark chuckle. The sound sent a shiver down her spine, but it didn’t feel like laughter; it was possessiveness, a warning, and something else—something far more dangerous. His grip tightened around her, pulling her even closer to him. “You’ve got a way of getting under my skin, Y/N,” he muttered, his voice a velvet threat. “But if you want to play like that, we’ll have to establish some rules.”

Her pulse quickened at the way he spoke, at the promise of more to come. She tilted her head back, her eyes meeting his over her shoulder with a challenging smirk. "I think the only rule here is you’re not allowed to keep me at arm’s length. Not anymore."

Silco exhaled sharply, his breath warm against the nape of her neck. His hand remained firmly on her chest, his thumb grazing the skin just above the swell of her breast, a touch both possessive and intimate. “And you think you’re the one calling the shots now?” His voice was rough, his words carrying an edge that sent a thrill through her.

“Maybe,” she teased, her voice light, but there was an undeniable confidence in it. She was pushing his buttons, testing the limits, but she wasn’t scared. Not of him. “But you’ll always come back to me, won’t you, Silco?”

His grip on her tightened, pulling her a fraction closer until she was pressed fully against his chest. His lips brushed against her ear, and he let out a soft growl of approval, his hand sliding down to the small of her back, anchoring her even further against him. “You’re damn right I will,” he whispered, his voice dark and thick with desire.

He kissed the nape of her neck, the gesture tender yet fierce, as if marking her as his. The tension in the room shifted, and for a moment, the argument seemed to be forgotten, replaced with the simmering, possessive energy that was always between them. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as he laid another kiss against her skin, this one deeper, more possessive.

“I’ll never let you go,” Silco muttered, his lips brushing against her skin as he pulled her even closer, his hands firm on her body. "Not now, not ever."

Y/N could feel the weight of his words settle between them, and in that moment, the fight was over. They might have clashed, but there was no denying that, in the end, they would always come back to each other.

SEVIKA

In the dimly lit apartment nestled deep within the industrial heart of Zaun, Y/N and Sevika were locked in yet another heated argument. The air between them crackled with tension, the words they exchanged sharp and biting. The walls of their small living space, battered by the passing years and countless skirmishes, seemed to echo their frustration. Makeshift repairs, old scorch marks, and the remnants of past disputes decorated their surroundings, making it clear that this was a home built with love, but also with a fair share of conflict.

Y/N, standing with her arms crossed in front of her, seethed with impatience. "Seriously, Sevika? I’m tired of this! We keep going around in circles, and nothing ever changes!" She took a few steps back, her eyes narrowing, clearly losing her patience. "You always say you're trying to help, but you just end up making everything worse!"

Sevika, her posture as imposing as ever, met the criticism head-on, her fists clenched at her sides. "What the hell are you talking about? You don’t even give me a chance to—" She stopped herself, jaw tightening. "You know I’m just trying to protect you, right?"

Y/N’s eyes flashed with a mix of anger and hurt. "Protect me?" She scoffed, shaking her head. "You’re not protecting me, Sevika. You’re smothering me. I’m not some delicate little thing you need to shield from everything!"

Sevika’s nostrils flared, her face reddening as she took a step forward, almost daring Y/N to challenge her. "Oh, so now I’m smothering you? Is that how you see it?" Her voice rose, louder than before. "All I do is worry about you. I keep you safe—"

"I don’t need you to keep me safe!" Y/N snapped, cutting her off. "I can take care of myself! I know how to fight. I know how to survive in this hellhole!" Her chest rose and fell with each heated breath. "Why can’t you trust me to handle things on my own for once?"

Sevika’s face twisted with frustration. "I do trust you! But you’re always pushing me away! You don’t understand how dangerous this life is—how dangerous Zaun is. I’ve seen it all. I know what it does to people, and I don’t want it to do that to you!" She threw her hands up, exasperated. "You keep acting like I’m the one who’s making everything worse, but I’m just trying to keep you alive!"

Y/N’s jaw tightened, her frustration boiling over. "I don’t need saving, Sevika! You’re not the only one who knows what it’s like out here. You think I don’t see the blood, the wreckage? But I’m not gonna hide away in some corner while you try to wrap me up in cotton wool! This is my life too!"

The words hung in the air, charged and heavy. Sevika stared at her, eyes blazing, her emotions raw. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken things. Y/N’s breathing slowed, but the sting of their disagreement lingered.

"I’m not asking you to hide away," Sevika said finally, her voice quieter, though still laced with tension. "I just… I just want to know you’re safe. That’s all. I can’t lose you, Y/N."

For a moment, Y/N stood still, her heart softening at Sevika’s words, but then the sharpness of their ongoing conflict crept back in. "I’m not some fragile thing that needs constant babysitting. Just let me handle my own shit for once."

The frustration, the hurt, and the exhaustion from their endless back-and-forth were starting to make Y/N feel like she might break. And then, just as quickly as it all came crashing down, something inside her shifted. She could feel the weight of the argument pressing down on her shoulders, and the last thing she wanted was for this to drag on any longer.

With a glint of mischief sparking in her eyes, Y/N suddenly yanked her shirt up over her head, flashing Sevika her chest in one swift, surprising motion. The move caught Sevika off guard, her eyes widening as the tension in the room shifted in an entirely different direction.

Sevika froze, her expression one of complete shock, the words dying in her throat. "Wait, what?!"

Y/N smirked, her eyes gleaming with a playful defiance, and without missing a beat, she dropped her shirt back down, smoothing it out as if nothing had happened. "I’m done with this, Sevika. Let’s talk when you’re done pouting."

She turned away, starting to walk toward the bedroom with a sense of finality, her steps light and breezy, as if she hadn’t just made a bold statement. But Sevika wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.

Sevika stood frozen for a moment, still processing what had just happened. Her face flushed red, a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and... something else she couldn’t quite name. Then, without warning, she rushed after Y/N, calling out in a half-teasing, half-whining voice, "Hey! Don’t just walk away! I wanna see them again!"

Y/N chuckled softly to herself as she heard Sevika’s voice behind her, the frustration in her chest slowly melting away. She had no intention of letting this go so easily. But as soon as she reached the bedroom, Sevika was on her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her onto the bed with surprising strength.

Before Y/N could say anything, Sevika had climbed over her, pinning her gently to the mattress. The playful grin on her face was almost too much to resist. "You can’t just leave me hanging like that, Y/N."

Y/N’s breath hitched slightly, the familiar warmth of Sevika’s presence calming her nerves. Sevika rested her head on Y/N’s chest, hands softly resting on her stomach, her face content but still pouting slightly. "You’re impossible," Y/N muttered, running her fingers through Sevika’s messy hair, an affectionate smile tugging at her lips despite herself.

Sevika looked up at her, her eyes wide and playful, her lips curving into a soft smile. "I know. But you love me." Her voice was almost a plea, as if she were daring Y/N to deny it.

Y/N couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips, the warmth in her chest spreading. She pulled Sevika closer, wrapping her arms around her, cradling her against her body. "Yeah, I do."

Sevika sighed contentedly, settling into Y/N’s embrace, the argument forgotten. The air around them seemed to soften, the weight of their disagreements lifting as they lay together, tangled in sheets and the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. For now, there were no more fights, no more words—just the peace of being together.

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