#Sorry to those i haven't responded to I am trying to get to it

[oatmealthighs]

-`♡´- plug!eren x blackfem!reader

ᯓᰔ contents: nsfw 18+, MDNI. reader indulges 🍃, eren is overprotective, public sex, maybe semi public? idk. daddy/mama usage. might be some slightly toxic dynamics. but nothing too serious. rushed ending cus i suck at endings 💔 a sequel full of fluff will be coming soon out of this.

ᯓᰔ author's note: omg i haven't posted in like months. but anyways what would i be without dropping the token plug!eren drabble. nothing too crazy, just some bathroom sex. also there are instances where there are texts but i got too lazy and didn't bother making texts out of them mwahahahaaa sorry in advance. this is barely proofread and not my best so if there are mistakes i am sorry. requests are open! also look out for a tengen x reader x wives fic coming really soon. like this week soon

the feeling of your phone buzzing in the back pocket of your true religion jeans whisked your attention away from the pearled blunt you had pinched between your fingers.

your glossy lips curled into a little smirk, your acrylics clicking at the keyboard of your screen.

you've been pushing eren's cute lil buttons all night. honestly all day... but you didn't feel bad for making him sweat. he's been trying you as of late.

you and eren were supposed to be spending some quality time together last night, and he was specifically supposed to be over your place by no later than 8:00. you had the whole shabang... bath and body works candle burning out, led lights on and set to the color purple, some of his favorite snacks and some dinner and dessert you had wrapped up for him that you had made earlier. you were planning on watching a show with him, giving him a scalp massage while he played his playstation that he always brought whenever he came over, and give him the best head he's ever received that night before riding him into the sunset, but all those plans went soiled. 8:00 came, and on the dot he had sent a text message about him having to go make a few more drop offs, then he'd come to you. 8 turned to 9, then 10:30, then 1... fucking... AM.

was it fucked up you didn't answer the door when he came knocking finally? kinda, but the guilt didn't last long when you thought about how he practically stood you up.

eren was a popular plug on the university you attended. you knew friday is usually the day that people were trying to cop, given it was majority people's payday and the weekend, but you were hoping that he would close up shop early just this one time for you. his clientele would live-- there were plugs by the dozen on campus. but eren knew wasn't none of them fucking with his shit. you weren't sure what other outcome you were expecting. he never turned his head away from possible income.

eren already knew he fucked up, but he knew ultimately in the end it was going to be worth it. the extra money was going to go into play towards his proposal to ask you to be his girlfriend, and no amount of your anger was going to get that out of him. he was prepared to keep his mouth shut, throw away the key, and take his lashings like a man. so when he was met with radio silence, he was flabbergasted.

when he pulled up to your crib and didn't get an answer from him knocking on your door and calling your phone, he figured you fell asleep and resulted in retreating to his abode. the next morning, when he woke up to find that you didn't respond to his apology texts from last night, it made him sit up in his bed and squint at his phone with crust-ridden eyes.

no response? it was so unlike you. usually you would respond with a barrage of text messages stating your feelings, or at the very least he'd get a passive-aggressive dry text from you. but to be met with nothing at all made his gut twist in a disgustingly vexing way.

he rubs at his temples, sending you a "good morning baby" text before opening the safari app and going to the local floral shop's delivery site.

later that afternoon, eren's sitting in his blacked out durango when he receives email confirmation that the flowers have been delivered, the low hum of the strong engine the only thing somewhat soothing his frazzled nerves. he made sure to get your favorite, and tried to ask them to incorporate your favorite color as much as possible.

he checks your location as he hits his blunt, releasing the smoke from his mouth and inhaling it through his nostrils. he already knows your home, having your schedule downpack. and you were. so why didn't you say anything about the flowers? did you not like them? he sends you a text, saying, "i sent you some flowers," staring at the screen and awaiting your response.

yess, you know he sent you flowers, and you loved them. you had gasped when you found them on your porch, bright and vibrant in color and smelling so freshly sweet. you had already cut the stems and put them in some warm water in a lovely vase. you almost wanted to text eren, to tell him how much you loved them and thank you, but the strong annoyance you had from last night still lingered. with a twist of your lips you disregarded your phone on the kitchen counter, humming a tune as you moved about the kitchen to prepare you a nice lunch.

eren releases a defeated sigh as he puts his jay out, not even in the mood to smoke anymore. mopily, he clicks off his phone, shifting his gear to drive to make more plays.

he spends the rest of the day pondering ways to possibly pull a conversation from you, and a lightbulb flickers in his head when he recalls you saying you were running low on weed. eren always gives you gas free of charge, one of the special privileges that comes with being his favorite girl. he opens his phone to text you again.

doechii's expressive voice flows through your speaker at a volume level most would call excessive. but you didn't care. anything to drown out the annoying pensive thoughts of eren's sexy little face. "i ain't a killer but don't push me, don't wanna have to turn a nigga guts into SOUP BEANS!" no, really, doechii.

your phone vibrates on your vanity as you rummage through your closet for a cute outfit to wear tonight, striding over to your phone with nimbleness. you figured it'd be hitch, since you and her were accompanying each other to the kickback tonight and she was asking either what time you wanted to go or what you were wearing. your hypothesis was proven incorrect when you saw eren's name on your notification wall instead. just him asking if you wanted to him to drop off some more weed for you.

your heart twinged ever-so-softly at the thought of you ignoring your baby. you missed him. it was embarrassing to say this was the longest you went without talking to him. but how would he know you were serious if you just gave in now?

you wanted to respond and tell him you were cool. hitch was bringing the weed tonight. but you refrained, if anything that would get him all the more riled up. eren doesn't like you smoking others weed, his reasoning being he doesn't "trust their product." he was so sexy when he was protective. you remember when you told him you copped from someone else when he had to go off campus for a little bit to see his family, and he spent a half hour inspecting it on the scale with his phone flashlight.

eren let out an irritated growl after constantly checking his phone for 10 minutes, still no reply from you in his notifications. he wanted to tell you you were dragging it, but he knew you weren't. you had every right to be pissed with him given he had promised you this quality time and swore he would make time for you. you were never a stickler for too much attention, but with eren always on the run it was easy for him to neglect you. he's been getting better at it though. until last night.

connie's name flashes across eren's phone screen. he slides the answer button right and lets his car sync the call to the radio. "yo."

"what's good, man. you coming to the kickback tonight? it's gonna be at jean's place." eren rolls his neck until he hears it pop. he knows you'll be there.

"yeah, i might come. today's been slow. don't got nothin' else to do."

"damn, i know that voice. what'd you do this time?"

eren weakly chuckles at connie's intuition. "what can i say, business was booming like crazy last night. we were supposed to hang out but my phone just kept ringing."

connie let out a long sigh over the line. "typical eren, never knows when to close shop." he pauses. "you know you're the asshole, right?"

"yeah," eren groans, shutting his car off and putting his phone on speaker. "i know. i plan on making it up to her."

"yeah, how? surely not with some weed and dick." connie snorts. "[name]'s a nice girl, you plan on locking it down with her anytime soon? i see the way floch be looking at her."

"he wouldn't dare," eren denies, the simple thought of it just making his eye twitch. while you and eren weren't official, basically everyone in the friend group and the vicinity knew y'all were on each other bad. but some assholes just didn't respect boundaries. he noticed floch's gaze would linger on you a little longer than he deemed appropriate. how they would trail your body. he noticed the way his cheeks would blush when you would speak to him in passing or make small talk.

"i dunno, man," connie instigated, smugness in his voice. "but, bring a quarter with you. it's on me, i'm gonna zelle you."

"just send me $50." eren and connie exchange a few last words before they end the call, leaving eren in silence as he stares at the gray wall of the parking garage he was parked in. he didn't know what he was gonna do about you.

eren always tended to look the sexiest when you were mad at him, or he was upset with you. he always would wear his hair down, taupe tresses brushing his broad shoulders. he'd always wear a black tee and some baggy sweatpants that always had you imagining what it was he had underneath. it was nothing you haven't seen, but it was always a pleasant surprise.

you felt your defiance wavering when he and all is glory walked in to jean's house, high as fuck. you swore you could smell his ysl cologne from across the room.

"you okay girl?" sasha questions, her eyebrows pinching in concern as she leans into your eyesight. you blink your mascara coated lashes, giving her a smile.

"yeah, my man just walked in. he always looks so good when im pissed at him."

"it's a trap. don't fall for it." hitch scoffs, her hazel eyes trained on the blunt she was busy rolling. her thighs were squeezed together to keep her carebear rolling tray in place. "don't even look his direction."

"i forget hitch is such a hard-ass. how does marlo manage," ymir jokes. historia chuckles, her head resting against her girlfriend's broad shoulder.

as their conversation goes on, your eyes can't help but find eren again through the decent amount of people crowding the bottom floor of the house, watching him interact with connie and hand him a bag of what you assumed to be cannabis. his turquoise eyes cut across the room, and you know he's looking for you. you look away before any eye contact can happen. when you feel eyes burn into your skin, you know he spots you.

the night involves you acting as if he doesn't exist, keeping your back turned and acting like you're too busy to acknowledge your phone notifications. when you finally light the blunt hitch pearled, you know eren texts you asking where did you get that. you chuckle to yourself as your thoughts were confirmed when you snuck a peek at your phone.

eren feels anger welling in his body as he watches you from a safe distance, lounging against the wall and his eyes never leaving you. you knew what you were doing at this point. wearing them jeans that made your ass sit so perfect and a crop top that teased at your skin and your belly button piercing. your hair was in curls, and your glittery lip gloss shone in the low light of the room. he knew you probably had on his favorite perfume too. that vanilla one he loved so much.

"just go talk to her dude," connie yells over the aggravatingly loud jersey mixed song that was booming through the surround sound, his words slightly slurred from the drink he's been sipping on. eren furrows his thick brows as he hits his spliff, watching the tip burn bright orange as he shuts his eyes for a moment. "and you better hurry. i think tonight's the night floch makes his move."

"connie, shut the fuck up." eren's tone is firm and warning as he feels the vein in his neck rising to the surface of his skin. he finally opens his eyes, glancing at you, and what he sees makes his stomach cave and everything around him turn red.

floch, with his ugly fucking haircut and that ugly dangling earring had the audacity to be all up in your glory, smiling sheepishly as you were saying something to him. he doesn't know what you were saying, your back was to him, but the way your head swayed and your hands were moving he knew you were talking.

honestly eren was never this defensive of someone before. maybe it was your constant insistence of you being fine on your own. "boy, i'm grown," you'd say to him. it only made his instinct to protect you grow stronger.

he knew well you could handle your own. but how fucking dare him?! it's like floch was begging for an ass whooping!

he wasn't actually. he was begging for you to send him the homework answers for your chem class. "not gonna lie floch, i haven't even looked at that shit yet," you admit with a shrug, your lips pulled into a friendly smile.

floch groans as he rubs the back of his neck. "i'm for sure gonna flunk that class. i might just say fuck it and retake it next year."

"not if i can help it," you interject, furrowing your brows. "we pass together, we fail together. i'll send you the answers on groupme tomorrow when i finish."

floch pumps his fist. "man, you're the fucking best, [name]. if you weren't in there i dunno what i'd–"

a hard body brushes past floch, harshly and intentionally slamming his shoulder into theirs. "hey, man, what the–"

you smell eren before you see him, wearing that delicious cologne that's stained into your bed sheets. you look up to find him looking down at you, fire in his sea green irises as he glares at you.

you feign oblivion, lifting an eyebrow at him. "hey," you speak first.

"why haven't you been responding to my texts." his voice is curt, but still soft nonetheless. you feel your girls looking at you intently to see how you were going to play this.

"been busy, sorry," you respond, not sounding much too apologetic.

eren cuts his eyes to the right to see floch still standing there, much to his distaste, a look of confusion plastered across his face. "you need somethin'?" he asks him, a foreign, cutting edge to his question.

"i was just trying to ask her about the homework, dude," floch bites back defensively, taking the smallest step back.

your dainty hand trails up to grab eren's forearm, your soft, irreplicable touch quelling his aggravation. you swear you could feel his taut muscles relax at your contact, knowing he was probably deprived. so dramatic.

"eren, calm down," you reprimand him gently, but sternly. you gave floch an apologetic glance. "sorry, floch. see you tuesday."

floch nods, his auburn eyebrows creased in the middle as he glanced at eren, then back at you, before departing. in tandem, you let go.

"what's your problem," you seethe, but not loud enough for your friends to hear. "you damn near made that boy shit his pants."

eren sucked his teeth, closing his eyes to roll them as he clenched his jaw. "why are you ignoring me, [name]," his low voice is strained, constricting his internal anger to the best of his ability. his high was blown, the music was too loud, you smelled and looked too good, it was all too much.

you place a hand on your hip, your beautiful eyes passive, but holding a glint of hurt behind them. "just collect your breath. i don't wanna talk about it here... even though you know what the problem is-"

"yo, [name], wanna hit this again?" saved by the bell.

"yes, pleaseeee," you drawl. you turn on heels, but not before telling eren, "i'll see you later."

shortly after eren departed to god knows where, and you got high as hell, was when you received that text. and you don't know if it was the marijuana making you fuzzy and horny, the growing urge to just be in his arms, or what, but you complied.

as you brushed and weaved between drunken bodies, you couldn't subdue the underlying feelings of anxiety that swelled in your chest. you didn't know what to expect. but you knew one thing for certain, you were gonna give eren a piece of your mind tonight.

when you finally made it to the bathroom door, you released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding, shaking yourself of your jittery nerves before your knuckles rapped against the hollow wood of the door.

it wasn't even three seconds before eren cracked the door, and before you could say anything, you were yanked in.

you squealed at his presentation of strength, the butterflies in your stomach downward-diving straight to your core. "well, damn! what happened to hello? how are you?!"

eren ignored your playful reprimanding, instead using the time to soak and drink you in. you were so pretty, fussing at him like that. the way your glossy lips twisted as you spoke on about nothing relevant, the way your hair swayed with every movement you made. every muscle in his body urged him to kiss you, breathe you in.

"whatcha call me in here for? it's hot as hell..." you murmured, leaning against the cool wood of the door in attempt to catch your breath.

eren was quiet as he loomed on the opposite side of the bathroom, half-lidded cyan eyes carefully trained on you. you lifted your eyebrows with a shake of your head, prompting him to go on, your arms crossed against your glittery chest. "you're so pretty," he hums, a side smirk playing at his lips, showing his pretty white teeth that you wish you were nibbling on you just about right now.

"can't smooth-talk your way out of everything, eren," you resisted with a strain in your voice, turning to face the mirror to the left of you instead of him. "i'm still upset with you."

"rightfully so," eren agrees, slowly closing the distance between the two of you, backing you against the cool oak wood of the bathroom door. "'m sorry baby, you know i love spending time with you more than anything in this world–"

"i beg to differ," you interject. eren rests his eyes as he clenches his jaw, withholding a sigh. "all i asked was that you put me first for one night... and you couldn't even do that."

"baby, listen to me." eren's large hand engulfs yours, the warmth of his palm spreading through your limbs like wildfire. "words can't even begin to express how deeply sorry i am. i know i fucked up... i know. but, i had reason i've been wanting to work a lot more often as of late." he pauses. he couldn’t possibly pop his question in a bathroom at connie’s party. you’d hate him ten times more than you already do in his moment.

you cock your brow, looking up at him through those pretty lashes that framed your eyes so well. “i’m waiting, eren.”

he sucks in a deep breath, making the sound he usually makes when he’s about to say something you don’t like. “just… trust me. okay?”

that was enough to make you head for the door, reaching out to twist at the knob before he grabs at your wrist. “man, move,” you mutter, over the bullshit. you were over it all: the lies, the empty promises. and you were especially over being crowded in this bathroom with him, because you felt your resolve faltering with each passing second you remained in his presence. you felt like an animal resisting every primal instinct and bone in your body, begging you to let him touch you. it was borderline pathetic.

“you aren’t going anywhere, [name].” he meant that in more ways than one.

“how much you wanna bet?”

the frustrated glint in his aquamarine eyes and the knit in his thick brows made your knees give.

“ummm, have you guys seen [name]?” hitch asks after a good thirty minutes fly by since you first departed the group, skating her eyes around the living room with a quizzical glance.

ymir snorts. “you already know she ran off with that boy,” she exhaled the smoke she was holding in her chest out towards the ceiling, running her long fingers through historia’s golden locks. “wouldn’t be surprised if she already dipped off with him.”

not quite. instead, you and eren were still in the bathroom, your ass on the bathroom counter and your head resting against the mirror as eren was crouched before you, low to the ground as he slurped at your pussy like a man starved. he looks up at you from his place between your thighs, tongue flicking at your swollen clit before taking it into his mouth to suck on it whole. you let out a breathy, high pitched moan, your eyes rolling behind your closed eyelids as eren gazed up at you with hearts in his eyes. you were always so fucking beautiful, whether you were mad at him, grinning at him, or cumming for him.

“fuuuck, i think i’m bouta cum again,” you whimper, your eyebrows pinched as your orgasm brewed at a slow boil within the pit of your stomach. you already left your mark all over the marble sink, leaking down your thighs, and all over eren’s chin. but when was that ever enough to satiate his thirst?

“do it, baby,” he breathes, french kissing your pussy before speaking again. “you know i want it.”

“get it outta me, then,” you retort, a sexy simper pulling at your lips, and the darkened glare he have you through heavy eyelids made your pussy squeeze.

his big hands grip your thighs, blunt nails digging in your skin as he begins rocking your lower body up and down, sliding his long tongue from between your pussy lips to your ass with each bounce. you let out a squeal of surprise, your pink toes wriggling as he just kept doing it, over and over and over. you hear him, moaning with each stride, reveling in the saccharine taste of you. his dick felt like it was bouta break, restricted to his boxer briefs, and he felt the sticky precum leaking on his thigh. he needed to fuck you. but he always prioritizes you over all.

your orgasm bust inside you, your pussy profusely contracting as your juices coated eren’s face. “fuck, yeah,” he encourages in you, his voice in a low growl of satisfaction. he didn’t stop, cleaning you up and slurping your pussy clean. you flinched as he left a final loving kiss to your aching clit, and he chuckled as he stood to his feet. your eyes couldn’t help but look at his crotch, you couldn’t help but smirk at the prominent tent of his stiff dick being held hostage in his sweatpants. “turn around for me. i want you to see me fuck you.”

you slid off off the counter, ringing your panties off the ankle they were hanging on to, before turning around, leaning against the sink and arching your back. you looked back at him, gazing at him tauntingly. “whatchu waiting for?”

“cool it,” he warns you playfully, his thumbs hooking into the bands of his sweats. "don't bite off more than you can chew."

"i've had mouthfuls of you. i promise you i can chew."

"look at the mirror."

you turn back forward, looking at eren in the reflection. he was so pretty, his hickory locks tousled around yet still framing his face beautifully. his bottom lip was pinched between his teeth as he shifts his pants to fall below his knees before rolling his briefs down his thighs. he lifts his tshirt up, showcasing his tan abs that had a slight shimmer of perspiration as he readies the head of his dick at your opening. then, with steady hips and a deep breath, he pushes forward.

him putting his cock inside of you was such an irreplicable feeling, you don't know how to explain it. to feel his girth stretching you, giving you a burn that was so deliciously good, always made your head spin. you whine, pushing your ass back just a little bit to help eren bottom out in you. he cusses under his breath, grounding himself with a hand on your ass cheek as his pelvis met flush against your tailbone.

you felt his dick twitching inside you, and you couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan as you let your head drop against your arms folded over the sink. eren grit his teeth, his jaw clenching as he tries to regain his composure. you were so warm, so wet, so greedy judging by the way your pussy squeezed him like a vice. any sudden movements and he was bound to nut in you.

suddenly, the bathroom knob jiggles, followed by pounding against the door. you jump, your muscles stiffening as fear tickled at your tummy. eren hisses, his nails digging crescents in your cocoa buttered skin at you tightening around him. "uh, anyone in there? i gotta piss!" connie. what are the fucking odds.

"uhh, give me a few minutes!" you yell, your voice uncharacteristically shrill from your newborn anxiety as you looked back at eren with wide eyes. "maybe we should-"

you were shut up with one, heavy stroke, eren almost completely unsheathing himself before bottoming out in you again. your words died in your throat, replaced with a gasp.

"uh, okay...?" the end of connie's okay drawls up in the end. "wait, [name], is that you? are you straight in there?"

"yes... fuck, yes!" you sputter out, squeezing your eyes shut as eren picks up his speed a bit, but not his power. he was gonna do you a favor and not fuck you too dumb in here. he wants you to at least have some chance of walking out of here on your own two feet. "i'm fine!"

"okay, okay! i'll just go upstairs." after a few seconds, you hear connie shifting away, but that genuinely wasn't your main focus. eren was rolling his hips, making sure the tip of his dick hit that sweet spot that made you sing with every. single. thrust. your head was down, resting against the counter, your eyes stuck in the back of your head as you took every inch of him with grace. your moans were mere whimpers, trying your best to muffle them with the inside of your arm.

eren sees his phone vibrate from his place on the hanging shelf beside him, and he smirks to himself when he takes a brisk glance at the banner:

convict: [name]'s in the bathroom. she didnt sound too great so u should prolly check in on her

eren groans under his breath, leaning forward to mold his abdomen against the curvature of your spine. that motion was enough to make him feel like he was touching your stomach. "what are you doing?" he purrs, flicking his tongue out to lick at the shell of your ear. he feels you shiver, your shoulders shuddering as a sex-soaked cry escaped your lips. "i said i want you to watch me fuck you. why are you hiding that pretty face?"

you had nothing but a pathetic moan to offer as a response, and he scoffed to himself, a smirk curling at his lips. he stands straight, both of his hands settling at your lovehandles as he begins sending you to poundtown. the impact of his hips against your ass was loud, and there was no doubt that if anyone came to the door they would hear you getting the shit fucked out of you. "be a big girl, mama," he muses. his hand reaches for your curls, gripping your tresses to pull your head up and back. you squealed, your eyebrows pinching at the burning sensation. you mustered up the courage to flutter your eyes open to be met with the godly sight of your man, looking down at you throw those thick eyelashes, his cheeks tinting pink from the overwhelming heat of the small, crammed space. " watch me while i fuck you."

his wish is your command as you watch him through teary eyes, licking your lips at the feeling his hand snaking up the arch of your spine to come around and grip your chin. the pads of his fingers rest on your cheeks, slightly squeezing as he snaps his hips against you from behind. his eyes are boring into you, clouded by lust with a hint of adoration, watching the way your face contorts into pleasure-ridden expressions. he's watching the way your plump lips wrap around his thumb, the way your titties bounce with every deep thrust and threaten to spill out your victoria's secret bra and tank top, the way that fat ass jiggled and made waves every time he drilled his dick in you. you were perfect. from your pretty face, to your loving heart that had a padlock with his initial on it, to your gushing pussy that would squirt all over him just for him.

"this pussy is so perfect," eren hums, looking down in awe as he watches the way you cream and squeeze on his shaft. "it's like it was made just for me. was it, baby? this is just my pussy, right?"

"you know that, daddy," you slur, feeling your orgasm coming to a head. you were so ready to release, your pussy just aching to cum. you hear him give a chuckle, his hips speeding up in tandem.

"i think you're ready to cum now. i want it all on my dick. can you do that for me, princess? or is that too much to ask of you?"

but before you could even muster a response, it was as if a tsunami hit your pussy, because the way your juices sprayed against his upper thighs was a damn shame. eren lets out a moan of appreciation, biting his lip as he lets your orgasm ride out and coat his dick. he gives your ass a few appreciative cracks, making you tighten around his cock until you managed to collect your breath.

eren slowly begins unsheathing himself from you, his dick still solid as concrete but he honestly wasn't concerned with getting his own nut off right now. after all, this wasn't going to be the last time he was to be in you tonight. as soon as he takes you back to his place, he was gonna fuck you through the mattress and the bedframe.

"girl, there you are! you've been missing for like, an hour!" you bumped into hitch on your way towards the front door, eren being your guide but you squeezed his hand to let him know to stop. she shifts her eyes to him, then looks back at you with an "oh-i-see" look. "you headed home?"

"yeah, eren's gonna take me."

"okay, be safe," hitch adjusts your shirt, tugging the top hem over the shadows of your peeking bra. "call me when you get in."

"she will." eren assures hitch, and she nods, the two of you slipping away from the crowd and going off into the night.

[a-b-riddle]

Part Five

Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)

You call Meredith when you get home.

You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.

How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.

"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."

"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"

"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."

"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.

"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."

"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."

"That works."

"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."

It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.

"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.

"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."

The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.

Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.

But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.

You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.

You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.

Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.

“What are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...

“My key wouldn’t work.” He explained. "So I’m out here.”

"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"

"You won't return any of our messages."

"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."

"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.

"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.

Dammit.

"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."

"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.

"Why not?" He countered.

“Maybe because I've already tried, Kyle?” You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. “Because I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didn’t need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because I’ve made the excuses for you.” You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. “I’ve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didn’t do for me wasn’t because you didn’t care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until it’s time to fuck. I tell myself it’s because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know I’m not worthy of meeting.” He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. “It’s not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.”

He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.

You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.

God...

That felt good.

You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...

You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.

[shadowuponstorm]

He is Nothing Like You

Tim and Reader have been secretly married for three years, which has done them good, considering the risks of Tim's occupation. One day, while Tim was on shift, he never expected his secrets to start ripping at the seams and spill onto the floor.

MDNI 18+ since it involves sexual activities! I’m gonna do a second part

"I've been meaning to ask you, what's the ring around your neck?" Lucy asks, trying to break the silence in the shop.

"Not that it's any of your business, but it's just a ring to me, no specific meaning," Tim responds while silently praying Lucy would end the conversation there, "Also it's safer if it's around my neck than on my finger."

"Grey wears his wedding band, and you don't see him having any trouble with it," Lucy mentions as Tim chuckles and reminds her that Luna would kill him if he ever took his ring off.

"Just let it go and focus on other important things, like that carjacker right there," Tim said, causing Lucy to jerk her attention back in front of her as he stopped the shop and the both of them get to work.

Once the carjacker was booked and processed, Tim and Lucy were on their way to get back on the road when Grey stopped them with a, "Bradford, my office real quick."

Lucy asks, "What is that all about?" Tim responds, "I don't know, just wait by the shop. I'll be there when I'm finished."

Tim enters Grey's office to see his wife, Y/N, sitting in one of the chairs. "She doesn't look pleased about something," Tim thought to himself before Grey excused himself to let the couple talk privately.

-Y/N's POV-

"Is everything okay?" Tim asked me while I got up from the seat to stand in front of him before I ask him, "Do you remember telling me when we first started dating that your dad died?"

Tim gulps before clearing his throat and answered, "Yes, why are you bringing that up?"

"I was cleaning the house up when the phone rang. It was a hospice nurse calling for you because Tom Bradford was asking for you," I responded before continuing, “Thinking it was the wrong number, I called Genny to ask her what was happening. She told me I needed to have that conversation with you."

Before Tim could answer me, Grey popped his head in to remind Tim about an old case regarding a family friend, Monica Ochoa.

"Do you need to go? I'm not mad. I'm just so confused," I said before Tim turned his head towards Grey and told him he was still on it before turning his attention back to me.

"I'll explain it later, I promise," Tim responds before I nod. Understanding his tone's urgency, I told him I'd be waiting with Kojo at home.

Hours passed before I heard the doorknob jiggle; Kojo had heard it since he had jumped off the couch to run to the door and greet Tim.

"Hey bud," I hear Tim say as his footsteps start toward the living room, bringing him into view.

"Hi," I say as Tim takes a seat next to me before he takes my hands in his.

"I haven't been honest with you about everything, and I am truly sorry. It wasn't fair of me to let you get whiplash from finding out I lied about my dad being dead," Tim responds as I notice tears brimming in his eyes, making me take my hands back and put one of them on his cheek, running my thumb along the bone.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I meant what I said. I'm not mad at you," I whisper, reassuring him before he sighs and responds, "I know, but it still wasn't right of me. So, I want to tell you everything."

"Okay," I say as Tim clears his throat to mention, "The reason I told you he was dead is because he's dead to me. He was abusive. To me and Genny, mostly me."

Before I can ask, he says, "When I was 7, he smashed my head into a wall. Another time, he left me at Griffith Park with only a compass to find my way home, said it's supposed to turn me into a man."

"Tim," I croak out before tears started to fall down my cheeks, "Now I feel bad that you had to reopen those wounds."

"No, no, don't you dare blame yourself," Tim said as he wiped the tears before continuing, "I should've been honest from the get-go, but instead, I wanted to keep that part of my past secret to spare you from the pain. And it was about time I told you since I have to see him."

"You don't need to see him if you don't want to. Don't let this hospice situation guilt you," I respond before Tim shook his head and told me it had to do with the Ochoa case.

"I think he had something to do with it; now I have to face him," Tim says, looking like the little boy who just wanted his dad's love, which prompts me to ask, "Want me to come with you?"

"No, you don't have to. I wouldn't force you," Tim started to say before I cut him off, "I want to. You're my husband, and my vows stated that I will be by your side for every obstacle in your path."

"Okay," Tim whispered as the both of us exited the house hand in hand, preparing to battle this demon together.

We arrived at the facility and entered the room to see my father-in-law lying in his hospital bed.

"Oh, man. Never thought I'd see your face again. Genny tell you to visit?" Tom says as I squeeze Tim's hand harder in comfort.

"Wow, liver really did a number on you, old man," Tim responds before Tom tells him he doesn't have it so bad.

"Nurses here all love me. It's just no one will bring me that shot of Patron I keep asking for," Tom says as he jesters toward the apple juice, saying it's a joke.

"A cruel joke if you ask me," I thought before glancing at Tim's face to see he thinks the same.

"You always seem to have someone looking after you, even when you don't deserve it," Tim responds, squeezing back my hand.

"Something on your mind, son?" Tom asked, clearly wanting this to be done and over with.

"Remember Frank Ochoa? Lived down the street. Shot to death 25 years ago. Well, I'm sure you remember his wife, Monica," Tim responds.

"Can't say I do," Tom deflects, obvious sign that he does remember.

"Come on. You were sleeping with her behind Mom's back," Tim says, making Tom laugh, and he asks where he got that from. Tim mentions that he saw the two of them together when he was 13.

"Oh, crap," Tom says before Tim continues, "For some reason that I still don't understand, I lied for you, lied to Mom."

"Poor little Tim-Tim," Tom degrades before spouting out, "What are you bitching about? You kept your mouth shut. You did good. Now get over it."

I feel my blood start to boil in anger at the audacity, the disrespect this son of a bitch in front of me had for the man I plan to spend forever with and have children with, but I keep quiet because he seems to not care about my presence.

"You know, I found the gun that you hid in the wall. I know you killed Frank. But why'd you do it? You wanted Monica all to yourself?" Tim asked before continuing, "Ruining one family wasn't just enough for you, was it?"

Tom takes his cannula out before getting off the bed and walking towards us. "And so what if I did?" What are you gonna do about it?"

"Get back in bed," Tim grits out as he moves me to stand more behind him for safety reasons, prompting Tom to challenge him with a "Make me."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You're right. I killed Frank. But he had it coming. So screw him, and screw you," Tom says before telling Tim to put the cuffs on him and drag him away from his deathbed like a big man.

"This isn't over," Tim responds as he grabs my hand again, and we both leave Tom's room.

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have heard all of that," Tim whispers before entering the truck, "I have to get to the station and type up that report. I'll drop you off at home before I do."

"No, take me with you, it would save gas," I said as I explained to Tim it wouldn't make sense to do that.

After arriving at the station, Tim heads to one of the computers while I follow him. I glance over to see his rookie, Lucy, walking over.

"My dad confessed to Frank Ochoa's murder. I'm typing up the report," Tim tells Lucy as she looks at me before gesturing there were ears listening, "She's my wife, she knows."

"Wait, wife?! As in ring on the finger?" Lucy asked in shock as I raised my left hand to show her my wedding band, "We'll get to that later, but Tim, while you were gone, I brought Monica Ochoa back in."

"Why?" Tim asks as Lucy explains, "Because I knew there was more to her story. You couldn't see past the version that you wanted to see."

"What'd she say?" Tim asks again, before Lucy tells him what was confessed.

The look on Tim's face tells me we're going straight back to that hospice facility. We walk back into the room and see Tom snoring in the chair, so Tim places the shot glass and pours Patron before placing the bottle on the table, waking Tom up.

"You brought me a present?" Tom asks before Tim tells him to think of it as a push.

"You didn't kill Frank," Tim says as Tom repeats that he did and tells Tim to cuff him, "Monica confessed."

"Leave her out of this," Tom responds.

"Frank was beating her. She fought back. She shot him. She was terrified, so she ran to you. You came up with the burglary story, helped her stage the house, then you hid the gun in case the cops got too close and you needed to frame someone else," Tim says.

"He was a brutal, abusive bastard. She deserves a medal for what she did," Tom responds, making me and Tim look at him in shock.

"He was an abusive bastard?" Tim asked, testing Tom for what came out of his mouth.

Feigning confusion that was fake, Tom asked if he was like him, which prompted him to say he was nothing like Frank.

"I taught you what you needed to know, son. You're a man now because of me," Tom says before I finally let my voice be heard.

"No, absolutely not. You are not getting credit for how Tim turned out," I gritted through my teeth as Tom looked at me with disdain before asking me who I was, "I happen to be the woman your son is going to spend the rest of his life with. I'll be damned if I stand by and let his piece of shit father try to take what's rightfully his credit. You deserve nothing of the sort, he's nothing like you and he will never be like you."

"Tim, you're going to let your wife speak to me this way?" Tom asked before Tim scoffed and responds, "She's right. I'm who I am in spite of you."

As Tom sits there stunned, Tim says, "Goodbye, Dad. I hope it hurts."

We left the facility without looking back, and after we arrived home, I suddenly felt my body being moved to where my back faced the door and I craned my neck up to look into Tim's eyes.

"Thank you," Tim whispers as I look at him in confusion, "Thank you for being by my side for that. I know it wasn't easy, but you were right. I needed you there with me."

"You don't have to thank me for that, I will always be there for you," I say before Tim smiles and leans down to kiss me.

After kissing for what felt like minutes, Tim moves his mouth to be near my ear and he whispers, "I'm also really turned on by you defending me."

I laugh before asking, "Oh are you? What are you going to do about it?"

I feel Tim's hands move down to my ass before I squeak out in surprise as he hoists me up, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist and feel the outline of his dick through his jean.

"I think I'm going to give my beautiful wife a thank-you gift," Tim whispers before moving towards our bedroom and putting me down on the bed.

"Tim, you don't have to," I started to protest before he cuts me off, "Just let me do it, you deserve it."

My attention gets grabbed while I watch his hands curl around the collar of his shirt before he pulls it up off his body, which, I feel myself start to drool over my husband's abs. His hands then moved to his belt to unbuckle it before he walk up to me and get down on his knees so he can be on the same level as me. Tim pulls me into another kiss, one more passionate than the last, as I feel his hands unbutton my jeans before he pulls the materials down to my ankles to take them off, leaving me in my black panties. He then positions my body to lean back against the pillows before he moves himself to be above me, Tim asks, "Is this okay?"

Not trusting my voice, I nodded my head before Tim's fingers curled around the sides of the panties as he started pulling them down. He groans out in pleasure as he changes his position, his shoulders in between my thighs, keeping my legs where he wants them to be, his hands near the area I yearn for him to pay attention to. I shivered when I felt his breath before he placed his mouth on me, causing me to let out a shuttered moan. When I felt myself getting close, Tim pulled away, causing me to groan out in frustration, making him laugh.

"The only way you're cumming is around my dick," Tim whispered in my ear as he gets himself out of his pants and boxers while he pushes my shirt up to above my chest, showing the matching black bra.

The both of us let out a groan as Tim enters me and starts to thrust, his dick hitting all the right places. After minutes passed, the both of us came and Tim's body moves to his side of the bed as I tell him that was a great gift, making him he let out a soft laugh.

"Glad to be of service," Tim says getting out of bed and putting on clean boxers and pajama pants before he goes to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean me up.

After Tim cleaned me up and helped me get dressed, he got back into the bed to pull me into him so we can cuddle.

"Tim?" I said after a moment of silence, causing him to say, "Yeah?"

"I have something for you," I respond before reaching over into my nightstand and pulling out a small box, "I was going to give you this later, but now feels right."

Tim opens the box and pulls out a onesie that says, "My daddy will arrest you if you mess with me."

"Babe, this is perfect for our future baby," Tim responds before he felt his voice stop short when he sees what else is in the box, reaching in to pull out the pregnancy test, "Are you really?"

"Yes, I found out two weeks ago, you're going to be a dad, Tim," I said as Tim pulled me into a tight embrace before kissing the top of my head, "And you're going to be the best dad, I just know it."

"I love you so much," Tim whispers before pulling me into the most loving kiss a girl could ask for.

Tim may have had the worst pick in the dad potluck, but no doubt in my mind he will never treat our children the way Tom treated him and Genny.

[pomefioredove]

Hiya! Hope you're doing okay, and take it easy if you haven't been!

For the flirty prompts starters list, could you maybe do: "Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you." with Vil? I think it'd be a good one

Thanks!

(I hope you have fun writing this if you do! No biggie if you don't or if someone else already asked!)

GIGGLING SO MUCH

summary: "stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you" type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, Vil experiencing cuteness aggression.jpg, not proofread a part of this event

Vil considers himself to be an eloquent man.

After all, how one speaks is just as important as how one carries themselves, and every last inch of him, from his looks to his body language to his words, have been refined to perfection. Each a golden thread in the dazzling tapestry that is Vil Schoenheit.

And yet, despite that, he still can't seem to find a way to describe you.

Frustrating is not quite right. Epel is frustrating. Those first years you insist on spending your precious time with are frustrating. But you...

You are not annoying, nor are you incompetent. His usual vocabulary for the students of NRC is useless when it comes to you.

...And different is too vague.

Vil just seems to forget what to do with his hands when you're around.

You look so soft in the golden afternoon light of the lounge, which is distracting enough as it is. Now you're giggling in the way you do, and he can't concentrate, and... what was he doing, again?

"Stop that," he says, plainly, not looking up from the textbook he'd been reading. Or trying to, anyway. He'd lost his place some time ago.

You make this... sound, this confused little hum, and he pictures you tilting your head to the side like a puppy. Sevens, you're just so...

He huffs. "I said, stop,"

"Stop what?"

Clueless little thing. Vil sighs, finding it within himself to make eye contact. He'd given up on finishing this assignment early, anyway.

"You know what,"

You stare back, unblinking. Are you really so oblivious? No, there's no way you aren't doing this on purpose, whatever it is, just to get on his nerves. Did those friends of yours put you up to this?

He should scold you. He invited you to study with him, a luxury which many would pay millions for, and here you are, being...

Ugh. He still can't think of the right word.

"Am I being too loud?" you ask, a confused lilt in your voice.

Sevens, you are so dense, he wants to just grab you and squeeze you like a stress ball until a thought comes out of that empty head.

The thought of that is no help. If anything, it just bothers him more.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. Are you really not doing this on purpose? "No. You're distracting me,"

"Oh... sorry,"

...In such a soft, meek little tone, like you really feel bad about it, looking up at him with those eyes of yours... ugh. He wants to bite you, squeeze you in his arms until this overwhelming, restless feeling passes. You're so...

"It's... fine," Vil relents. "I don't think I would've gotten much done today, anyway."

You actually tilt your head to the side this time, worsening his condition. "Something on your mind?"

Sevens, what are you doing to him? He can't sit still. He pictures himself reaching across the table to pinch your cheeks, to kiss that sweet, worried expression off your face. The effect you have...

And you're not even doing anything!

"No," he says, his voice strained with the weight of the lie. "Just burnout. It's a busy time of year for me."

You seem to take that as a cue, standing from your seat with wide eyes and holding out a hand, much to his chagrin.

"You should be resting, then. Overworking yourself will only make things worse. Come on, let's go back,"

Such a determined expression on that pretty face of yours. There's just something about how you respond so innocently, so intent on caring for him, you're...

You're so...

Vil feels his heart drop. Oh, Sevens. That's the word.

You're so cute.

"Stop that," he snaps. He can feel his face warming. "This is the last time I'll ask."

A little flash of annoyance crosses your face at his dismissal. How adorable...

"Stop what?" You repeat.

Even your scoff is cute. His face feels hot. He can handle beautiful. Gorgeous, pretty, sexy, even, But not cute. And now he's getting himself all worked up over it, and you're being so sweet, and...

"Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you!"

Nothing has ever had such an effect on him before.

After all, it would take something incredible to fluster Vil- and here he is, blurting out every thought he has, blushing like a schoolgirl as he realizes what just came out of his mouth.

Vil Schoenheit, suddenly terrified of being rejected. It was as if he'd woken up in a parallel universe.

Or died, and went to his own personal Hell.

The shock slowly wears off your face, and you... laugh.

You laugh.

"You're very forward,"

"I'll take that as a compliment, and not the way you meant it," he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. "Though I'm failing to find what's so amusing."

You move around the table to sit next to him, eyes gleaming. "How would you like me to react, then?"

Vil stares back. Was that... flirtation? Perhaps you're not so oblivious, after all...

But still cute.

Still very cute.

He sighs, though there's a smile playing at his lips now. "Save me the embarrassment of being rejected,"

"Hmm... I suppose that can be arranged,"

And with that, he cups your face in his hands and draws you in for that kiss.

[is-the-post-reliable]

i did a little research into this rating you did about glucose levels being the reason for gluten intolerance in american grain wheat, and i found that while you’re findings are correct, the concerns of the people who you responded to also have some merit.

an article from snopes simplified it well on a discussion pertains to the topic, that while it is not common for harmful chemicals to be present in our grain products in the US, 5% of wheat acres that produce our supply of grains use glyphosate (most commonly Roundup) to speed up harvesting.

it’s debated on and has mixed responses amongst government health agencies on if consumption of glyphosate treated crops is harmful, but anyone familiar with farming/landscaping/property maintenance knows about the RoundUp lawsuits and that it is all types of poison. a large study found that its use is also correlated with health issues amongst infants born in areas that commonly utilize it

it’s not completely agreed upon by everyone across the board yet, but the concern of chemical absorption of glysophate in grain crops in america and it’s potential effects on a person’s health still have a whole lot more research to be done before anything is considered surefire. it certainly doesn’t help that we got negligent folks like Dr. Stephanie Seneff spreading around bullshit studies on these topics that got a snowballs chance in hell of getting even one good peer review.

when it comes to concerns of the US government either doing something 100% responsibly with intentions to protect its citizens, or being 100% evil and trying to kill us, it more often is a sliding scale between those two points. and which end of the scale its farther on is often determined by if the public has previously had a riot, a lot of people died as a result of a thing being used, or folks across the board made it clear to the government that a standard will not be excepted.

i believe i’ve gotten everything communicated as i intended here, but let me know if i’ve used a term incorrectly or anything, i’m new to the fact checking blood sport game and am looking for tips on how to improve.

hey, sorry for the slow response to this!

Thanks for sending this in, it's an interesting topic and definitely expands the discussion. It's well sourced and explained.

When fact checking, I'm always torn between adding more context and sticking to the original claims. Here I've tried to stick to the spirit of the claims, ie whether people's varying gluten intolerence were likely due to pesticide intolerence, or most likely a reaction to differing levels of gluten. However, it makes me really happy to see people looking into it further!

You asked for tips on improving, so I've looked for some constructive criticisms. First, though, I want to say that these are mostly nitpicks - overall this is well written and sourced!

Your statement that 'anyone familiar with farming/landscaping/property maintenance knows about the RoundUp lawsuits and that it is all types of poison' I think is the most vulnerable to criticism. I've got three potential criticisms on this statement:

It's making an unsourced generalisation about general knowledge. This might be true - I am very much not familiar with farming - but you haven't given any evidence to back it up.

The claim of 'all types of poison' is non-specific and non-scientific. (I think this was probably hyperbole but considering the factual nature of the discussion, it's generally best practice to keep things literal)

Most importantly, the relevence of this to the original argument is questionable. The original post was not referencing people who were exposed to large quantities of glysophosphate - e.g. through agricultural work - and made no reference to cancers or birth weights. I think it could be reasonable to add this in for context, but it should be made clear that the research and lawsuit does not directly support the claim that use of pesticides affect or mimic the symptoms of gluten intolerence.

I hope these are helpful and not discouraging - if you disagree with any of my criticisms, feel free to send another ask!

[iwantdrpepper222]

rhapsodic

nam-gyu x reader

summary: bad first experience doing drugs

req: no one, i literally just started this account lmfao

note - firstly, i am so sorry if this fic seems to be long, i usually get carried away when i write and forget not everyone wants to read an 100k letter novel. second, this is a personal AU of mine where nam-gyu and reader are dating but they are not in the games.. i might write a different fic where they are in the games or something :p also.. guys.. ik i said this would be out on friday but things happen, i got all caught up in stuff,yknow... my apologies.

also this just a tad bit cringe. excuse me, i haven't wrote in some time.

tags: mention of drugs, alcohol, throwing up because of substance use, dead dove-ish??? a bit angst-sty but also fluff, im not sure how to do tags uhhhh

also, i did happen to be listening to cigarettes after sex while writing this so this is just a tad inspired by their song "cry". (also somewhat inspired by A$AP rocky?idk) enjoy!!

you had never supported your boyfriends decision to do drugs. in fact, you constantly tried to discourage him from it and convince him to get sober. he would always respond with,

"okay, i'll try."

but you knew it was a lie. he wasn't trying for shit. it made you begin to speculate that nam-gyu had cared more for a high than his relationship with you.

you had never liked nam-gyu's job either. you thought that it made him indulge further into his harmful addictions and habits. of course, that came with being a club promoter, but there were other jobs out there that could get him just as much money as he made now.

everytime you commented on this he simply just snickered and said you "were in his business too often." "what a caring and loving boyfriend you are." you would reply, and it would always end in a harsh argument.

you don't know how you put up with the treatment you got from him, you don't know how anyone would.

one night, nam-gyu had invited you to come to the club he worked at with him. he egged you on by saying things like,

"oh it'll be fun though" and also remarks stating "you wouldn't want to embarrass your boy, showing up with no girl you know."

you couldn't help but fall victim to his guilt tripping and agree. at least it gave you an excuse to doll up and wear a dress for once, right? you never got the chances to do those things like a normal girl your age would. (20-25) you were always working attempting to provide for not only yourself and also your boyfriend. it didn't make it any easier that you were in a TON of debt.

whatever, this night could give you a chance to debrief and thats all that matters. as long as one of nam-gyu's annoying, bastard friends don't come up and bother you, you should be fine. (hehe foreshadowing)

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it took you a few hours to get ready that night which very obviously stressed out nam-gyu. he has a thing for worrying he wouldn't get to places on time. the wait was worth it though when he had saw the beautiful black dress you decided you would wear. it highlighted the curves of your body perfectly. the dress was about mid-length and came strapless at the top. inevitably, you felt a bit insecure. you were so used to wearing hoodies, sweatpants, baggy t-shirts and the occasional shorts that it felt almost wrong to be wearing something as pretty as this.

"what? is something wrong?" you spoke up as you noticed nam-gyu staring at you. it made your heart flutter with the way his eyes softened up and the tinge of blush that you could now see on his cheeks. he looked how he looked on the day he first asked you out.

"no.. nothings wrong. you just look.. you look really good babe."

you blushed intensely at his comment. it made you glad that he actually liked what you wore. i mean, it wasn't like you needed his validation but it sure as hell felt great when you were able to get it.

you two then began to walk out of the door and on your way after exchanging compliments and giving each other a kiss on the cheek.

well, the drive to the club was... just a little bit awkward.. in your opinion at least. you kept noticing the desirable gazes nam-gyu gave you and how he slid his hand up and down your thigh. you being in the passenger seat was his favorite thing. this was because he had easy access to touch you.

this wasn't surprising at all. you knew very well that nam-gyu's love language was physical touch and you actually sort of loved that about him. the way he was so clingy and touchy made you feel special. before you met him you were depraved of that.

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entering the club made you nervous as all hell. you never liked being around large crowds of people and nam-gyu knew that.

he smiled as he hugged your waist behind you, like he was trying to let everyone at the club know, "hey this is my girlfriend!!"

this quickly changed though when he saw his friend thanos. thanos stuck out from most of the crowd with his purple hair and multi colored nails. he was an upcoming rapper and was getting fairly popular.

"whatts up my boy nam-su!!" he greeted. 'nam-su? thats not his name. you questioned in your head trying not to pay much attention.

"is this your girlfriend you brought with you?" thanos asked. nam-gyu nodded, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"yep, her name is Y/N."

"hello Y/N, you look very good tonight." thanks spoke approaching you. you only backed up closer to nam-gyu, which made him chuckle.

"well.. if you guys don't mind, come to the room i have set up for us. its a bit private, yknow?"

"alright. cmon Y/N." nam-gyu gestured, pulling on your hand as thanos led them to a room a bit closed off from the rest of the club. when you entered you saw two girls and a random boy. you knew none of these people which filled your body with anxiety.

"sit down guys," thanos said as he sat down on a chair next to the two ladies.

you and nam-gyu ended up on a couch together.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

time skip and it has now been a hour or so since you two arrived at the club. seeing all these new people around you made you nervous. the only support you had in this moment was nam-gyu and it didn't seem like he was paying much attention to you anyways. he just lousily hung his arm around your shoulder. another bead of sweat rolled down your face as you looked at the bag of pills that laid on the glass table in front of you. 'it's not for me.. you repeated in your head. something in your gut told you should leave before something you regret happens. you watched as nam-gyu continuously sipped on his glass of alcohol and slipped various pills in his mouth. you hated everything about this. suddenly, you then hear a low but smooth voice speak. it was that purple haired guy again.

"so Y/N, what do you prefer? ecstasy or snow?" this startled you. was he asking what drug you preferred? ...none?!

you looked up to nam-gyu for an answer or at least a little bit of guidance but instead of helping you he just grinned. his eyes had a bit of red on the whites and you watched as he slipped another blue tablet in his mouth and this is how you knew he was out of it.

"none." you mumbled, refusing to look him in the eye.

"nam-gyu, is this true? your girl doesn't do anything?" girl? really?

"cmon thanos.. she does.. she just doesn't wanna admit it alright?" your boyfriends speech slurred. it was the mix of the alcohol and random drug he took earlier really kicking in. you mean, he always rode out his highs nicely, he never acted too stupid, but you guessed he took one too many this night.

"so she wouldn't mind taking a few lines or so?" 'thanos' questioned, tilting his head.

you started to loose your mind. why was nam-gyu straight up lying about you? you had never done a drug in your life.

"no.. no she wouldn't," he began. "cmon baby, the lines right there." nam-gyu said pointing at the table. in front of you there were 3 messy white lines of what you could only assume was cocaine. you stared at him helplessly, almost like you were screaming at him to leave this place.

"what are you waiting for Y/N? we didn't do anything to it." thanos added, breaking the silence between you and nam-gyu. you began to think about what he said earlier at the house, how he didn't want to embarrass himself with (or even without you. if you didn't snort up these lines, you would be proving to his friend that nam-gyu lied. would you really sacrifice your dignity for nam-gyu though?

he gave you that lovely dovey sweet look he had on his face when he was high and that immediately made you break eye-contact with him. it swooned you a bit too much.

you finally decided to reply to thanos, and also make your decision on what you were about to do. "i.. i know you didn't."

you then began to slowly get off the couch and from nam-gyu's grasp, sitting down on the floor with the lines in front of you. you had no idea how you could do this. you only ever watched nam-gyu do it, and it always made you so mad. so mad you couldn't even focus on the motions nam-gyu made when he snorted that stuff up.

taking one last deep breath you lowered your nose down to the table and tried all your best to snort it up. it stung and left you sneezing and coughing when you were done. when you looked over to ur side to see nam-gyu's face and reaction to what you had just done he was just smirking cynically. thanos and the two other girls sitting next to him on other hand were just laughing and giggling, this made you feel tiny. you had always hated it when people were laughing in your face.

you couldn't do anything about it so you just rolled your eyes.

"go on, do one more." the purple haired freak spoke up. you just looked down. you weren't sure if you were able to do another one or not.

'don't embarrass nam-gyu..' you repeated in your head. this was the only reason you were betraying yourself, because you didn't want nam-gyu to look like a fool in front of his "friends." so, you took another line.

when you finished you were ashamed of yourself. you couldn't believe you had just done a hard drug just for the sake of a boy.

"do you need a drink to wash that down?" nam-gyu finally spoke. happy to hear his voice you quickly agreed and got up to sit on the couch near him again. when he asked you if you wanted a drink you didn't know it would be alcohol though. this worried you. you didn't think you could stomach both alcohol and drugs... and you were right.

nam-gyu had handed you his half empty cup of svedka vodka waiting for you to take it from his hands. you shook, cursing yourself mentally.

you quickly gulped most of the vodka down, it felt hot down your throat and tasted like hand sanitizer. you weren't a big fan of this stuff.

when you finished drinking you found nam-gyu rubbing your back comfortingly. no matter how mad you were at him you always melted at his touch.

the rest of the night was a blur. the mix of the vodka and also the drugs did not sit well with you. you sort of just watched as the girls, thanos, nam-gyu, and some other random guy conversed, trying to swallow the fact that you felt like you were about to blackout. you hadn't even realized that its been about 5 hours since you first got to the club.

you laid in nam-gyus arms watching as the world around you warped and twisted and felt all the sudden very hyper.

"f..fuck." you whimpered, quickly getting up and covering your mouth. "i need to .. go to the bathroom." you mumbled again, hearing someone snicker behind you as you began to speed walk over to the bathrooms. getting there was a bit of a struggle as you had to navigate through sweating dancing bodies and loud music which only made your ache worse.

when you made it to the stalls you quickly crouched down the nearest toilet and began to throw up your own guts.

you hadn't known that when you left the room that nam-gyu had quickly followed behind you.

when you heard him entering the woman's bathroom you thought it was a stranger so you instantly tried to shut yourself up. you were so out of it you forgot to even shut the stall door behind you. sweat poured down your forehead as you heard footsteps behind you, looking over only to see nam-gyu's sweet face.

"it's okay.." he nodded, grabbing your hair and holding it back for you. you took this as an initiative to get the rest of the stuff you had in your system out.

by the time you were done you were crying and sniffing regretting everything you had done that night. you quickly flushed everything you just threw up down and fell into nam-gyu's arms. you didn't have anything to really say to him so you just cried, your tears landing on his black shirt.

he didn't say anything either. he just stroked your hair like you were some kind of pet.

"i wanna go home." you muttered to him--your tone was serious.

"yeah, i think its time we go." he agreed as he helped you up, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

on your way out of the club he simply just gave thanos the 'yknow' look and he nodded in response.

the drive home was strange. you could feel yourself actively falling in and out of sleep and for once you were in the backseat instead of the front-seat.

when you made it to you and nam-gyu's apartment he grabbed you and took you inside the building bridal style. this sent butterflies through your drunken body because even out of your mind you still knew this wasn't how he usually treated you. you clung onto him anyways.

inside, he set you down on your guys bed. he laid down next to you turning himself over so he could see your face. he brushed some of your hair out of your face and stared at you with desire in his eyes.

ironically, there happened to be some water on the nightstand. he grabbed it and slowly brung it to your lips, helping you get some water intake.

you felt a little better knowing you now had a little bit of water in your system.

suddenly, he grabbed your body, pulling you into a sweethearts cradle and hugging you tightly. his body was warm like a heater. it felt great compared to the cold night outside.

you buried your head in his chest feeling his heartbeat against your cheek.

you never wanted to let go of this moment.

to the soft vibrational hums you then fell asleep being cradled in nam-gyus arms.

why couldn't every night be like this?

[a-dragons-journal]

The h slur still hurts intersex people when used for animals, and was used against humans first.

https://www.tumblr.com/status-quo-hater/776923174478790656/recently-learned-that-the-h-slur-is-a-slur-im?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/status-quo-hater/775216819937132544/hello-i-have-a-question-about-this-post-im?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/status-quo-hater/774392263375814657/both-doesnt-really-happen-in-gonochoric-two?source=share

Listen to intersex people, do not double down when people call you intersexist, do not try and tell intersex people who follow you that "you're sorry you feel that way," do not try and tell intersex people, especially intersex alterhumans, that their terminology is free for perisex people to use.

https://www.tumblr.com/intersex-support/756026916779261952/hi-im-probably-not-intersex-and-recently-ive?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/certifiedsexed/778025817053790208/i-genuinely-wasnt-aware-that-the-term?source=share

Just because you are an animal doesn't mean that the term used against humans can be reclaimed by you, an alterhuman, with the body perceived as human. It's intersexism.

First off, genuine thank you for the resource list in that second-to-last link; it's a really interesting one and I definitely intend to read some of those books and articles (realistically not all of them, probably, but a good chunk - already spent a couple hours today cracking into the first one). Regardless of anything else in this argument I do genuinely appreciate having that.

That aside: this will probably be my last post on this subject, barring a) addressing responses to a direct question asked in this post or b) responding to a solid logical argument that I haven't already refuted, because we're at the point where everyone involved is just repeating themselves and I don't feel like we're getting anywhere. As such, it's going to end up long; sorry.

The h slur still hurts intersex people when used for animals, [...]

So, here's that one big direct question that maybe I should have asked more directly/explicitly before: How exactly is it harmful to intersex people? How does it harm intersex rights to call an earthworm a hermaphroditic organism? I've not yet gotten an explanation of why it's supposedly harmful, outside of I guess "it's uncomfortable to see," which like - yes, it's uncomfortable to see a word that's been used as a slur used in its non-slur meaning sometimes, that does not mean it's actually harmful. Calling a cigarette a fag is kind of uncomfortable and gets a flinch response; that doesn't mean it's promoting homophobia. Using the term "brake retarders" is not using a slur. How is it promoting harm toward intersex people?

[...] and was used against humans first.

Yes, I've been told and acknowledged that it seems to have been used to refer to intersex humans (and intersex animals, actually, from my independent reading, at least in the Greek it came from, which is interesting!). It's worth knowing, but I don't think it negates the fact that it's been used to refer to cosexual species for hundreds of years and is the current term the vast, vast majority of academia uses.

Listen to intersex people, do not double down when people call you intersexist, do not try and tell intersex people who follow you that "you're sorry you feel that way," do not try and tell intersex people, especially intersex alterhumans, that their terminology is free for perisex people to use.

I'm going to say this one more time and then I'm not repeating it any more times, because y'all clearly either aren't reading or are deliberately ignoring my response to the "listen to intersex people" line. So, for the last time: I am listening to intersex people. I'm listening to this one. And this one. And this one. And these three Page mentions. And this one. And the intersex people I know personally. And - there's a couple more buried in the replies of a couple of my posts on this topic, but you get the idea. We're now playing a game I usually see in syscourse, which goes like this:

[Scene: a disagreement has come up on an issue relevant to Group X.] Person A: listen to Group X! Person B: okay. I have seen significant numbers of Group X on both sides of this disagreement and have listened to both of them. The X People who disagree with you are the ones whose argument makes more sense to me, so I’m agreeing with them. Person A: you’re speaking over Group X! you’re not listening to us! wow I can’t believe you’re being so [relevant form of bigotry] by ignoring X voices! Person B: I literally got my argument from X People who disagree with you. Person A: X-ist!!! Speaking over us!!!

To be perfectly clear: this is not a situation of "I have 1-2 intersex friends who disagree with you and am using that to ignore the fact that the vast majority of the community is of a different opinion than them." That would be fucked up and dodgy at best if not outright morally corrupt. This is a situation of "every time this argument comes up, I see significant numbers of intersex people on both sides, and as far as I can tell there is no community consensus on the topic, so I am listening to the arguments of each group of intersex people and I have decided the group you disagree with is the one whose arguments make more sense to me."

You and the other people insistent that I am in the wrong for not getting on other people's asses about using the word hermaphrodite seem to also be insistent upon ignoring the fact that I have been given zero indication you are actually the majority. I went back through the discussion on this blog when it initially seemed to have slowed to a stop and counted the people against using hermaphrodite as a zoology term (assuming them to all be intersex even though that's probably not true to give it the fairest shot of my previous perceptions of this proportion being skewed) VS the people who identified themselves as intersex and stated they felt it's fine to use, and even counting every single opponent as intersex for benefit of the doubt, the split was almost exactly 50/50 even before I started counting intersex people who think it's fine that I personally know who haven't been publicly involving themselves. And like, yes, this is in no way a representative sample, but it at minimum indicates to me that you do not have the overwhelming majority you seem to think you have, much less a consensus.

So, the evidence you've presented that that assessment is wrong:

Your first three links are, going through the notes, 5-6 people against it and 1-2 people who think it's fine. That's more individual evidence, but again, not really indicative of consensus. Your last link is the same; a handful of people against it and at least one who seems to be implying they don't think there's a problem with applying it to animals, only people (specifically because it's "often used to refer to animals, [...] so it's pretty cruel to attribute to a person"). It's more data, but it still only balances the scales to, like, 70%, it still doesn't give a reason it's supposedly harmful, and frankly I again just flat-out disagree with the reasoning given in that last post - no, it's not a slur when it's not being used against an intersex person, and no, the term brake retarders is not a slur against autistic people; screaming it louder doesn't make it true.

I skipped the second-to-last link because that's the interesting one - the post itself doesn't say anything about this at all, nor does the page it links to (the Intersex Justice Project page only talks about the use of the word hermaphrodite or pseudo-hermaphrodite on intersex people, not its use in zoology). However, it's also got a link to a big long list of resources, which I was very excited to see (genuinely)!

Reader, I went through every single one of those links, including the ones within lists linked on that post (like Morgan Carpenter's writing) - dozens of articles, books, blog posts - every single one that I could a) access without paying money for and b) search relatively easily. I went through every single use of the word hermaphrodite/ic/etc. in these links via Ctrl+F. I spent over an hour doing this. I wanted to do my due diligence and make damn well sure I wasn't missing something.

Reader, in all of these resources, there's exactly three times the use of the word hermaphrodite to refer to cosexual species comes up:

From Harmful Practices and Instrumentalisation, towards Legislative Protections and Community-Owned Healthcare Services: the Context and Goals of the Intersex Movement in Australia by Morgan Carpenter, an intersex advocate and activist with a Ph.D in bioethics and, to quote his bio from his website, "the part-time Executive Director of InterAction for Health and Human Rights, a national charity by and for people with innate variations of sex characteristics that unites Intersex Human Rights Australia and Intersex Peer Support Australia":

The term hermaphrodite has since taken on specific meanings in biology; these traditional terms [hermaphrodite and al-khunthā] are now often understood to be pejorative, and their long legal history has largely been erased.

End of. Not a word about those "specific meanings in biology" being a problem.

From Intersex Explained and the Issues That Confront Us also by Morgan Carpenter:

Historically, the word “hermaphrodite” was used. Hermaphrodite has since become more closely associated, in biology, with species that can perform “male” and “female” sexual functions - something impossible in mammals.

And then moves on. Again, not a word about that biological meaning being problematic in any way.

And most relevant of all, from Introduction to Intersex Activism (2nd edition) from Intersex Initiative Portland:

What is the difference between “hermaphrodite” and “intersex”? In biology, “hermaphrodite” means an organism that has both “male” and “female” sets of reproductive organs (like snails and earthworms). In humans, there are no actual “hermaphrodites” in this sense, although doctors have called people with intersex conditions “hermaphrodites” because intersex bodies do not neatly conform to what doctors define as the “normal” male or female bodies. We find the word “hermaphrodite” misleading, mythologizing, and stigmatizing. Although some intersex activists do reclaim and use this term to describe themselves, it is not an appropriate term to refer to intersex people in general. In short, snails are the hermaphrodites; humans are not. Also, please avoid using the word “intersexual” as a noun; we prefer “intersex people” or “people with intersex conditions/experiences.”

An intersex advocacy group explicitly agreeing with my position that it's fine to use on nonhuman species, in the very list of resources you gave me.

That's it. That's all of 'em. Every single other mention of the word "hermaphrodite/ic" in that list is regarding its use on intersex people, which, once again, is never what this conversation was about. Every time it comes up with regards to nonhuman animals from an actual advocacy group (which, no, is not the be-all-end-all, but is usually a lot better of a measure for the general community's priorities than Random Individuals On Tumblr), it ranges from vaguely to explicitly supportive of using it in that zoological context and definition.

Finally, as basically a footnote to all this:

Just because you are an animal doesn't mean that the term used against humans can be reclaimed by you, an alterhuman, with the body perceived as human.

I never claimed to be reclaiming anything, and I never claimed that the word applies to my current body. My being nonhuman also has nothing to do with whether the word is okay to use to refer to nonhuman animals anyway, frankly; I don't think it's wrong for orthohuman scientists to use the term hermaphroditic animal in their papers either. My species identity is entirely beside the point. My argument isn't that it's okay because I'm nonhuman (that would be stupid, you are correct), my argument is that it's okay because a) I don't see how it's doing harm, b) there's plenty of intersex people who don't think it's doing harm, and in fact c) there's plenty of intersex people saying that insisting the word can only ever apply to humans as a slur is the intersexist thing to do and separating it from its use as a slur by enforcing that "snails are the hermaphrodites; humans are not" separation is a good and helpful thing to do to get people to stop thinking of intersex people that way, and d) I still don't think that calling a cigarette a fag is using a homophobic slur and I don't think this is different.

So... yeah. Thanks for the resource list. Sorry I still don't agree with you. Please stop ignoring the fact that I keep pointing out "listen to intersex people" doesn't really work in this specific instance. I will most likely not be posting any more on this topic after this unless we can all prove that we can have a conversation about this without just repeating ourselves over and over, angrier and angrier each time. Have a nice day.

EDIT: Reblog privileges revoked courtesy of the suicide bait I got in my inbox over this, you can thank the person who thinks telling other people to kill themselves is doing less harm than using the wrong word for an earthworm's genitals for that one. And while I'm here - for the last time, if I wasn't clear in this post somehow, I already did switch words to using cosexual preferentially, which everyone is handily ignoring. My point is that I'm not going to yell at other people for using the word hermaphrodite/ic instead for *waves above* all these reasons.

[yandereunsolved]

𐚁 Yandere High Honor Arthur Morgan (RDR2) 𐚁

One misstep in a mission led him into what could only be described as a more torturous cycle of love and abuse than he has ever felt before. Real smart of him to fall head over heels, quite literally, with someone hell-bent on locking him up. And maybe he'd be okay with that if you were the sheriff and he'd get to tease you before making some grandiose escape. But you had to be a bounty hunter—and an annoyingly good one at that.

You just don't give up. But neither does he.

He always manages to slip through your fingers, as your heart has evaded his. You'll get him this time or die trying.

He really could leave you in the dust with his trusty steed if he wanted, but it's cute how hard you try.

He pulls on the reins as he narrowly avoids another tree. Damn forests. Always growing those things.

He sneaks a look back at you so eagerly chasing after him, a deer after another one of its kind. How fortuitous.

He shouts at you, hoping to provoke your wrath, "Aye. What's the phrase? Seventh times the charm?"

He chuckles near lightheartedly, but you only hear a vicious cackle. With a single bullet from one of his twin Schofield revolvers, you feel your horse's legs buckle under you before you get a chance to respond. You swear this man can be in two places at once. By the time you have rolled off, not being able to spare a second to look for injuries, and stood up, Arthur is sitting on his high horse, quite literally, holding the revolver a couple feet from your head.

"Sorry, partner. Seems like you winnin' jus' wasn't in the cards."

You raise your hands from your sides, keeping your fists closed, your small backup slip joint knife in one.

"Seems like you're hiding somethin', darlin', or is this just another one of your tricks?"

You realize you haven't responded to him at all, almost frozen. Damn it. Fuck it all. It's not time for your 'instincts' to kick in. You become disturbingly aware of the metallic copper taste overwhelming your taste buds.

"Come on now!" He gets off his horse, yours having limped off, not rideable in its condition anyhow.

"The big bad bounty hunter who has taken in some of Colm's men gets all shy when in my presence." He gets closer. He seemingly walks with ease, but you can see the tenseness of his muscles, a strange mix of conflicting emotions in his weary eyes.

"Seems you're easier than I thought," his chapped lips murmur into your ear, innuendo woven throughout his tone—unashamed, almost.

Your body goes into the motions before your mind has time to make a calculated decision. You open your slipjoint knife to slit his jugular. A dead bounty is better than a dead bounty hunter. His hand wraps around your wrist, twisting it, causing you to drop the knife. You fall to your knees in pain as his grip tightens, no joy in his eyes from harming you.

"A-Ah, hah... fuck me," you breathily moan out, the adrenaline that's pumping into your veins becoming feckless.

You don't know how willing I am to take you up on that offer.

Arthur shoves you onto the dewy ground. Your knees buckle beneath you as your chest makes itself well acquainted with the dirt. He straddles your hips, the familiar sound of rope moving in his… his rugged hands.

The world threatens to turn black on you, but you stay conscious out of spite.

"You'll rot in hell, Arthur Morgan. Arrested or not," you spit out through gritted teeth, your blood seeping into the earth and the collar of your clothes.

Your body sits somewhere between alert and comatose, trying to find a split moment to make your escape before hogtied.

He chuckles.

"You ain't the first person to tell me that. You are the most attractive," he gruffly huffs out.

His thighs squeeze your sides tighter as he roughly ties your wrists and knots them together. He lingers for a moment, admiring you in this position. But he is a respectable man, well, somewhat respectable. So he keeps an 'appropriate,' appropriate for an outlaw grip, on you as he binds your ankles.

"If I was a worse man, I'd kill you." If I was a better man, I'd let you go.

He makes it a point to show the difference in strength as he connects the bindings of your hands and ankles together. His hands wander to various limbs, holding them down as you begin to struggle, frustrated by how long he's taking. How embarrassing this is.

"Kill me or let me go! You won't do it, though, will you? Inside of that twisted, fucked-up mind of yours, you like me. Maybe I remind you of the innocent souls you've tortured, you sick—"

Your voice is dampened by the sweaty bandana he stuffs in your mouth and ties around the back of your head. You still try to shout, albeit quite muffled, and you're getting light-headed again.

Arthur wants to say, 'God, you look good this way. The things you do to a poor man like me.' But refrains. 'I really am too much of a sick, ugly fuck to expect love from you.'

"You talk too much, dear. This ole' trick should shut you up for a while."

He hoists you up onto his horse, securing you to it. In a last-ditch effort, you try to use the leverage of the horse to nudge the cloth out of your mouth. You get it a little ways out and cause one more uproarious ruckus with your mouth.

"Or I could take your tongue, but I suspect you like it."

You can tell by his tone that he isn't joking. You stop and quiet yourself. You almost want to curl up into yourself, but don't.

"Good job, darling. Seems you're finally learning how to listen."

He talks to you sweeter than his horse. A shiver runs down your spine as your cheeks heat up, all involuntary, of course. As if it couldn't get any worse, he pats the top of your head, rubbing it as if you needed to be soothed like an animal in distress.

"We'll work on it. Together."

He mounts his filly, instructing her to start galloping. You don't know how long this ride will be or if you'll survive, although you suspect you will—and you'll have to play house or give in to whatever fucked-up fantasies are going on in that mind of his. You're too much of everything at this point. So you lie defeated, hogtied like some common criminal, on the back of the horse that belongs to one of the West's most notorious outlaws.

"I’m a poor, lonesome, cowboy." "Poor, lonesome, cowboy." "Poor, lonesome, cowboy." "Taking my darling back to camp."

[tomasweetheart]

TWENTY TWENTY VISION — m. atsumu x gn!reader

sypnosis: atsumu needs glasses, but why on earth would he make his & your life easier by wearing them?

warnings: i'm gonna beat the shit out of atsumu oh my GOD he irks me so bad, post-timeskip atsumu, eensy bit of angst if you squint super super hard, osamu mention, i can't write the miya accent™ for the life of me but i tried so sorry, petnames such as baby used, he calls the reader pretty

notes: inspired by the fact that i just recently got my new glass and haven't had a pair since i was 14 so seeing the world focused fucks with me a lil bit, ALSO, atsumu with glasses has been flooding my brain, osamu is farsighted cause i said so

"I'm not wearin' 'em."

"Atsumu, please, you need to wear them, you have astigmatism in both of your eyes! And you're nearsighted!"

Atsumu lets out a soft huff as he crosses his arms, as if he isn't the reason you've been having this argument essentially since you brought up him even getting his eyes checked.

It all started when Osamu had gotten new glasses, that's what Atsumu thinks anyways, that this is all stupid Samu's fault.

Osamu came over one afternoon for a harmless visit, with new glasses on. You had asked Osamu about them, and commented that you never knew he needed glasses to which he responded:

"Oh yeah, me and Tsumu both do, he just hasn't worn his since junior high."

You swear you've never seen Atsumu react so quickly, his head snapping to Osamu and immediately telling him to shut up through gritted teeth. The subject gets dropped instantly, but now you're giving Atsumu side-glances throughout the night until Osamu leaves.

After you two are settled into bed and Atsumu is almost asleep, until your voice rings out in the dark.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask in a voice barely above a whisper.

"...What are ya on about?" Atsumu asks, turning to face you with a soft expression.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask again, "Because you don't wear glasses like you're supposed to, so the world's all unfocused for you all the time, is that why?"

Atsumu's silence and stunned expression is all the answer you need.

"That's what I thought," you mumble before turning away from him, "your eye appointment is Saturday at four."

And that puts Atsumu where he is now, sitting at the island connected to the kitchen in your small apartment, staring down the thick black lenses as if he was trying to explode them with his mind.

"I said, I ain't wearin' 'em," he huffs again vehemently, looking at you with an unwilling expression, "and that's final. I don't need no stupid glasses, I can see just fine."

"Oh yeah?" you challenge, palms resting against the island as you stand on the opposite side of it, "If you don't need your glasses, read the paper on our fridge. Without squinting."

Atsumu's face goes a little pale, his eyes widening slightly. He looks over your shoulder at the paper held onto the fridge with a stupid magnet in the shape of a volleyball.

"It, uh..." he trails off, trying to not squint as much as possible, "...it...it doesn't matter what it says! I'm still not wearin' those glasses! I don't need 'em!"

"Atsumu that paper is no more than four feet away from you, and you can't even tell me what the bolded title says," you responded in an almost pleading tone, "baby, you need your glasses, so I am begging you, please put them on."

Atsumu's face softens slightly at your pleading voice, before it turns unwilling again as he looks down at his arms and mumbles something you can't quite make out.

"What was that?" you ask.

"...They make me look dumb," he repeats a little louder, looking back up at you, "they make me look like an idiot, and since my eyes aren't used to being focused, I feel like a baby deer learnin' how to walk."

"Tsumu," you reply gently, your own expression softening, "if you didn't like the way glasses look, why didn't you ask for contacts?"

"Because they scare me," he rebuttals, "which I know is stupid because they're an easy solution to my problem, but they rip and get stuck and...I don't know, that just scares me."

You stare at him blankly before taking a deep breath, "Atsumu," you start, "I'm not...trying to make you look stupid, okay? I just know that you need them, and you know that too. It might be awkward at first, but won't it be worth it to see the world a little more clearer? So you won't have to squint to read traffic signs or drive through menus? And, glasses aren't a permanent solution, we can work our way up to contacts, but you need to wear these for now."

Atsumu looks down at the glasses again, letting out another unsure sigh as he picks the thick rims up, and places them on his face.

It's weird at first, everything is clearer. The titanium fridge, that stupid volleyball magnet and the paper it holds, and more importantly...

You.

The way your entire face shifts into focus leaves Atsumu speechless. He knows how pretty you are, he doesn't need glasses to see it, but god do they make it better.

You give Atsumu a weird look, "What?" you ask puzzled, "Can you see better?"

"Yeah," he responds with a small smile, "I can see real good, pretty."

[soulwrencher]

ok so like this is my first ask so sorry if its worded weird!! but could you write a drabble for ellie where like reader is dinas step sister or sum and like reader lives a few states away and dina wants reader to meet her friends so reader visits and meets all of them and ellie is like nervous and stuff and dina teases her for it and eventually dina ships ellie and reader tg (once again sorry if its worded weird..😭)

it's okay! so i'm not gonna specify readers relationship with dina lmao, reader could be a family friend too... and it's longer than a drabble, sorry. but here you go!

why don't you stay, stay here after hours?

ellie x reader, just fluff, not proofread, enjoy :)

you haven't been here for a while. but dina's apartment stayed the same, citrus-scented air freshener and deep brown eyes meeting you at the front door, it was all so familiar, even after all those years. however, you didn't expect a pretty face to emerge from behind her, in fact you didn't expect your little trip to good old hometown to be interesting in any way. when dina told you about her friends, you weren't expecting much, sorry dina. but shit, her friend is more than pretty, she's incredibly attractive.

"come on in," dina says, hugging you, miss pretty face standing awkwardly to the side. you let go, dina gestures towards her, you've been dying to know about her at this point and it's been only a few minutes since you got here.

"so, this is my friend ellie, we used to be a thing but—" ellie clears her throat, are her cheeks slightly rosy?

"we're really good friends, that's what i was trying to say," she continues, shooting ellie a glare. you awkwardly laugh, exchange some 'hi''s and 'nice to meet you''s with ellie, her raspy voice makes it harder for you to remember what you're here for. pretty auburn hair, strands falling out of her bun framing her face, green eyes and long lashes, freckles and kissable lips... what were you here for?

and ellie can't help but notice your eyes wandering, it's making her nervous. it's making her nervous that a gorgeous woman like you was watching her so carefully, she isn't used to getting this much attention next to dina who's incredibly extroverted and drawing all the attention.

she watches you leave and go up to dina's room. pulling dina aside, ellie elbows her.

"ouch," she hisses, rubbing herself.

"what the fuck? why would you mention we used to be a thing," ellie whispers. dina gasps, then covers her mouth, a sly smirk creeping up her face.

"don't tell me you like—" ellie cuts her off with a threatening, well not so threatening, 'hey' hoping dina understands that she needs to quiet down, you're literally upstairs.

"no, she's just pretty. you didn't tell me she's that pretty," she whispers, her face turning red. this will be a fun game for dina, for sure.

you all sit in her very cramped, but colorful kitchen, snacking and drinking while you and dina catch up. however, ellie can't help but steal glances from you, she couldn't help but study your face, the way you speak, the way you'd wheeze when you thought you said something funny, or when you—

"—and ellie is so, totally so single, incredibly single," dina laughs, pulling ellie out of thought. and you too, you've been thinking about ellie's green eyes lingering on your lips, is something on there? dina is the only one laughing while you and ellie are exchanging glances, for a second it feels like the world stopped for you to step closer to something unreachable.

"i guess i am? but why does that matter," ellie then responds, annoyance lacing her voice.

"because she's single too? and i just wanna be able to say that i'm a matchmaker," dina continues, stuffing chips into her mouth. you laugh, but ellie doesn't.

"you really wanna make us all uncomfortable, huh?" ellie mutters, fuck, why would she say that? she's been so overly self-conscious, trying really hard to leave good impressions, but having a pretty girl watch her bicker with her good friend, not how she imagined this to go at all.

"oh i'm not uncomfortable, don't worry," you say, the tension was thick. and dina notices this too, this whole thing took the wrong turn.

"well back in high school i walked up to someone thinking it was dina and scared that girl from behind, talk about uncomfortable," she scoffs. dina immediately throws back her head and cackles, but you can hear ellie's soft and low chuckles. fuck she's cute and you want to know more, know more about her and all the stories she had to tell and lived up until now.

and ellie is more than happy to see the smile that emerged on your lips when she said that, her eyes on you while you giggle at dina's silly stories about teenage ellie and dina's adventures. she just can't look away, your nose scrunches when you laugh, your eyes literally sparkle, you are just so endearing, and ellie would be a fool to pass up on this chance, on this chance to get to know you.

and you spend the rest of the afternoon at dina's place, laughter filling the room, glances and hands brushing filling up your heart.

"okay guys, we need to wrap it up, jesse is on his way and you know how he gets," dina shoots a look to ellie, both nodding in some secret agreement.

"can you get her to her hotel? but take it slow guys, never fuck on the first date," she chuckles, ellie scoffs while getting on her jacket, ellie would never be able to even hold hands with someone as beautiful and kind as you. but it for sure is a nice thought, a thought she saves for when she'll go to sleep later. and your thoughts are racing too, you're about to get in the car with ellie, she'll be driving you, you'll be alone with her, you are freaking out, but you can't let it show.

instead you awkwardly play with the leaves on the ground while you wait in front of her car after you said goodbye to dina.

walking out of dina's apartment, ellie can feel her heart jump out of her chest. she's a fucking wreck, but her urge for more is too big to ignore, she has to do something about all the feelings you made her feel. and for once in her life, she decides to make the first move once you're in her car, something dina always made fun of, telling ellie she's the biggest coward ever.

but not today, today she'll make you fall for her.

what she didn't know is that the second ellie opened the door for you and the scent of patchouli and tobacco filled your senses, you already fell, really hard at that.

you sit in her passenger seat, imagination running wild, the two of you could be knee deep—

"you comfy?" ellie asks, pulling you out of thought. you nod, yeah too fucking comfortable. you struggle putting your seatbelt on because your hands are shaking, but ellie is attentive, already helping you out, with shaky hands too.

to your disappointment, the drive was mostly quiet, so quiet you could hear your own racing heartbeat. but it's stupid to believe that someone like ellie would want to get to know you, you feel stupid for getting your hopes up.

ellie's eyes are on the navigator the whole time, two more streets and you're at the hotel. two more streets, she has to do something. the wheel is getting moist under her sweaty hands, she has never been this nervous in her whole life. but she might never see you again and does she really want to risk that? risk never going to meet anyone like you again? ellie clears her throat, she can't live with the thought of never having tried.

so she inhales deeply as she stops at the red light.

"so—" she starts, looking your way, making sure she got your attention. you tilt your head, you're gorgeous, god you are making this hard, ellie thinks to herself.

"—i made dinner, you should stay." ellie says, her voice low, eyes searching for yours in anticipation, she is about to explode.

"i'd love to," you reply. ellie smiles and hits the gas a little harder than needed as the lights turn green.

[bigbootyshortboi]

Hitchhiker Andy (part 1)

(This story is from the reader's pov, contains fetish content, and is meant to be interpreted as M/M gay content. The man in the photo is meant to be Andy, I do not know who he is or his real name)

I've been driving down this road for at least an hour, haven't seen another car for miles, and honestly... I'm glad.

It's been a rough week, I've spent most of this ride crying my eyes out, hoping that once I'm back home with my family, all will be better, all will be good once I'm away from the pained memories of my ex, Axel.

I knew I shouldn't have moved out to the city. Everyone was right to say Axel wasn't trustworthy, that all he'd want from me was 'a hot piece of ass' god, I feel so stupid.

As I was lost in thought, I saw something tall and tan in the distance... is? Is that a guy? He has his thumb stuck out and what looks to be... white boxers in his hand? He's completely naked, but considering he's probably lost and in need, I decide to slow down as I catch up to him. He smiles through the passenger window, seeming relieved as I roll it down.

"Hey sir, are you alright?" I say, trying not to bring attention to the fact he is naked, nor the fact that his body is genuinely mesmerizing.

"Hey man, oh my god, you have no idea how relieved I am that someone finally stopped. Some old lady wolf whistled at me like 20 minutes ago, but other than that, nobody has given me a second look, haha." He chuckled softly, his voice slightly deep, but mostly friendly and warm. "Do you mind if I hop in? Some douche left me stranded here, and I'd like to give 'em a piece of my mind," He smirks before looking behind himself, seemingly at his own ass, "Or maybe something else" He looks back up and me cheekily, grinning ear to ear, he seems to have that golden boy 'can't stay mad at him' energy, it's quite endearing, even if he clearly has mischief on the mind

I notice he's looking at me expectantly, and realize I need to respond "Oh- um... s-sure? I wouldn't want to just leave you here. But can I ask why you're not wearing any clothes... especially when you have those" I point to his boxers and unlock the car door as I do, he hears it click and opens the door, setting his bare, and impressive, ass on the seat of my car. When he looks up at me, his face gets serious

"Some dick nozzle thought it was okay to hook up with me when he was seeing someone, even had the nerve to say they were practically nothing to begin with. I don't mind something casual. Hell, I was the one who messaged him, but I'm no home wrecker. Once I found out, I immediately stopped what we were doing, pulled out, and told him to get the hell out of my tent- hold on-" abruptly, he stopped talking and lifted his right leg off his chair, pointing his ass to the door

BBFRRRRRRRRRTTT

"Ah~ 'scuse me, so I stopped fucking him and told him to leave my camping tent, he was supposed to drive me home but after he packed the camping equipment and our clothes, he drove off all fussy saying 'he'll fix this' before he left me. These undies are his, not mine, wouldn't be able to fit over my big dumper anyway haha, well, i dont know, I guess they're not mind who cares if I rip a hole in them, all well."

I kinda just sit there, shocked. I don't even know what to say. I thought Axel was an ass but whoever decided to leave this fine man stranded and ruined 2 relationships in the process definitely takes the cake. I also can't really ignore the stink this man caused. Sure, the rip was impressive, but DAMN I was not expecting a stench like that, especially after just meeting the guy.

"What's up?" He says, looking concerned. "I didn't mean to like dump all my shit on you, bro. Sorry, yesterday was just HELLA ass for me. Wait, you aren't staying silent 'cuz you got a problem with me liking dudes right-"

"W-what? No no no, I'm actually gay too, and I'm sorry for what happened to you, and that guys partner, dude sounds awful... I-I just wasn't sure what to say"

He smirks up at me and nods, seemingly relieved I'm not some homophobic loser. "Cool, cool. Hey, by the way, do you mind if you take me back where you came? I know it's a long drive, so you can drop me off at the next gas station if you need instead, but I wanted to get some petty revenge on that asshat and he lives back there"

I giggle a little at how hell bent he is to get revenge, I don't know what he's going to do, but considering his smirks and playfulness, I doubt it'll cause real harm "Sure, I'm not in a hurry anyway, home is a long way's out but my fam wasn't expecting me until I called last night so I'm sure they'd be relieved to have more time before I get there" He shoots me a huge, giddy smile

"Sick dude, you're the best!" he reaches over and hugs me tightly, but not tight enough to hurt, I feel his naked body mostly pressing against mine as he reaches across from his seat to mine. I blush at the contact, feeling pretty safe in his embrace, before I feel something in his stomach rumble against mine "Oof, sorry dude, I normally don't like to rip around all the cute guys until I get to know 'em, but those beans from the camper got me fucked-"

BRAAAAMMMP-PRAAAMP-FRRRPT

"Ah, god, that feels good to let out, sorry handsome." He lets go of me somewhat and smirks, somehow both seeming genuinely sorry while also proud of himself as he looks down at me. It was kinda of a wild, maybe a little... erotic? Sensation, feeling his abs rumble against me before he let those meaty blasts out. The stentch was quite strong, and I coughed slightly, but I smiled back up at him "It's alright dude, don't worry" I can feel it in my face that I'm still blushing, the intimacy of this naked man getting close to me, being open with me, being so openly queer, and even the way it felt when he let that gas out on me. It felt so... right, like I was meant to meet him, he seems like a really stand up guy

"Ha, I'm glad, I've known quite a few gay guys who can't stand it when my ass blasts, all the straight dudes find it fun to challenge me to contests though, so it's a fun trade off." I decide to start the car as he sits back down and buckles up, doing a u-turn so we head back from where I came

"Do you win often?" I say, chuckling, I am genuinely curious, it's a weird topic, but he seems proud of it, and he's cute, so honestly, I just wanna hear him speak "Oh yeah all the time, like you hear this shit?"

FRRRRRRRRRRRIPPPPT

"Haha, smell of a champion, dude." He jokingly flexed his muscles and bounce shis pecs at me as he laughs, and I laugh too, giggling like a school girl. "Oh I almost forgot-" he says

"What?"

He reaches his hand out to mine

"Name's Andy." He smiles

"Nice to meet you, Andy!" I smile back "I'm-"

The end of part 1

(Lol I can't tell if I wrote this shit well or not, I was expecting to focus more on farts and less on lore but I guess I got invested? I plan to explore Andy's gassiness more if/when I continue, but I think for a start this was a good balance of just introducing him. Thanks for reading!)

[anenbylittlepotato]

Tears of Love

Includes: Zhongli, Furina, Neuvillette, Kaveh, Itto, Ei

Warnings: Furina's is post-Fontaine archon quest bc I doubt she would be in any relationship pre-archon quest. Both Neuvillette and Furina contain vague spoilers

Part 2

How Genshin character would react to you hugging them while crying and then saying "I just love you so muuuucch..."

Also, uhhh hey guys, I know I haven't written anything in 5 million years haha, sorry... I have been died dw about it. To make up for it I'm going crazy go stupid with this one. Gonna try and make a part 2 and maybe part 3 but idk when or if it’ll even happen

Zhongli

When he sees you crying, he is instantly concerned.

And then, when you run up and hug him, he's even more concerned as he hugs back, gently placing his hand on your head and rubbing your back comfortingly.

"My love? What is the matter, dear?

He gently moves his hand from the back of your head to cup your cheek when you look at him with them big ol wet eyes.

"I just love you so muuuuccch!"

He looks taken aback for a moment, surprised by that response.

Then he chuckles warmly and looks at you with all the love and adoration in the world

"My beloved, you and your love mean the world to me. Your brilliant radiance is more than enough to light up even the darkest corners of my mind. I cannot dream of spending my days without you, but if such a day were to ever occur, I would carry your memory with me at all times with all the warmth and love in my soul."

This makes you cry even more

"Aaaaaa I love you so much...."

He gently presses his forehead to yours.

"I love you too, my dearest."

And then he kisses you softly.

Afterward, he sits down with you, holding you gently.

Furina

When you come up to her crying, she's instantly panicking.

Oh no did she do something wrong? Did she say something that upset you??? Has she been neglecting you??? Did she forget something important? Oh no oh no oh no-

And then you hug her and she's like. Okay. Did someone else do something to upset you? She's not sure what she can do now that she's no long on the archon throne, but she'll try whatever she has to! Or maybe something else happened, maybe something that has nothing to do with other people, maybe some horrible thing happened to you like what happened to her.

"S-S/O? Are you okay?? What happened, what's wrong?"

Then you look at her with those big ol wet eyes and she turns to mush inside.

"I just love you muuuuuccccchhh..."

For several moments she just stares at you, not knowing how to respond.

And then she also starts getting emotional

"Oh."

She hugs you back really tightly, burying her face against you.

"I... I love you tooooo...."

And now you're both crying and telling each other how much you love each other.

Neuvillette

The moment he sees you crying, the beginning of rain can be heard outside.

He absolutely hates seeing you upset in any way and he immediately wants to just hold you in his arms and take all your stress and pain.

He immediately walks over and sits next to you.

"S/O? Are you alright? What's happened?"

He is a little surprised when you hug him, but not entirely, and he hugs back, gently rubbing your back.

"It's alright, dear, take your time."

"I just- I just- I love you so muuuuuuuucccchhhh..."

Well he certainly was not expecting that.

It starts raining outside even heavier.

"Ah... Is that... Not a good thing...? I am uncertain as to why this would make you sad..."

You uh... You'll have to explain to him that crying doesn't necessarily only happen when you're sad, but just when you're overwhelmed by An Emotion. Any emotion. Even positive ones.

He won't really understand all that well but he's trying 🥺 He'll definitely be thinking about it for the rest of the week and might even do some research about it if he manages to find the time.

In the moment, though, he just holds you and tells you how much he loves you as well. He is a little confused when this makes you cry more, but he doesn't say anything.

Kaveh

Like Furina, he also panics instantly the moment he sees you crying.

He's much more frantic and open about it though.

"Oh no, darling, sweetheart, are you okay?! What's wrong?! Did I do something wrong, what happened?!"

Then you hug him and he's surprised.

"S/O...?"

"I just- I love you so muuuuccchh!"

Kaveh.exe has stopped working

"Wha- You- I-"

My poor boy instantly melts into a puddle, becoming a complete emotional wreck.

This man is so fragile he just shatters like glass and the dam breaks and out come the tears, and now he's crying harder than you.

He somewhat incoherently babbles about how much he loves you and hugs you so tightly, just completely falling apart.

... He may have also been drinking a bit before this.

Okay, not a bit. A lot.

And now, even though you were the one who was crying initially, you're gonna have to sit down with him and try to calm him down

This poor pathetic little man... he's such a mess... I love him...

Itto

Also one of the panickers. Except he's stupid about it.

He actually has absolutely no idea how to deal with someone who's sad. He doesn't get sad often himself and his gang aren't the type to get sad often either.

So the MOMENT you hug him crying, he is freaking the fuck out

"Oh, nononono, baby, don't cry, don't cry! Hey it's okay, it's alright, don't cry!"

When he can't get you to calm down right away, he's immediately thinking of other solutions.

"Hey, ya wanna go see Granny Oni? She always knows exactly what to do to cheer me up when I'm sad!"

You have to stop him from picking you up and running off with you to take you to Granny Oni.

"No- Itto. I'm not sad, it's just.... I love you so muuuuch..."

He blinks a couple times.

"What"

For once, the man is speechless.

But only for a couple moments.

"Wait, but if you're not sad, then why are you crying???"

You'll have to explain it like with Neuvillette, except Itto's dumb so it'll take a lot longer for him to pick it up.

You end up spending so long trying to explain it that you end up not crying anymore and just laughing at him

And that just makes him more confused

"You were just crying a minute ago why are you laughing???"

Himbo <3

Ei

When she sees you crying she is surprisingly sweet about it.

She walks over and gently cups your cheeks, tilting your head to look up at her.

"What's the matter, dear? Are you alright?"

Her voice is so soft and gentle.

She isn't too surprised when you hug her and she hugs back, gently rubbing your back.

“I just- I love you so muuuucccchhh….”

She’s a little surprised by that response for a moment.

But once she processes it, she is just so endeared by it.

She looks at you with such a lovesick smile.

Like she feels like her heart is about to burst with love omg

She chuckles gently and pats your head.

“I love you too, dear.”

Afterward, she kisses you on the forehead, and then on the lips.

All she wants to do after that is hold you gentle in her arms

And she’s going to do exactly that

She takes you to your bed and gently holds you so that your head is on her chest

Doesn’t matter if you’re bigger than her. Your face? On the booba

I had to tag Neuvillette so many times bc apparently no one knows how to spell it 😭 Two Ls and two Ts people

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[lara4eclipze]

» I Miss Us

sypnosis: lara was never one to be in situationships nor talking stages, she claimed it was stupid and would only end up with ones heart broken or yearning — yet here she was missing you her only situationship

warning: angst, situationship, hurt no comfort, swearing, ghosting, italics for flashbacks, etc

talks: I'm so sorry for those requests i haven't written yet BUT trust i am gonna write some and release them maybe today and tomorrow!, thank you for your patience ^^

taglist: @ohmyhaely @nyssalvr @vrtualstar @c-yerim @jellaaa @nakylvr @chuugetmesohigh

lara stared at her phone, at your conversation to be specific — it's been two months since you two have even chatted, in lara's opinion is the longest two months of her life

lara used to get excited just staying up and chatting with you — sneaking out of the dorms just to have drinks or eat out with you, it didn't matter that she could've been caught by her management — what mattered to her was you

the door to the kats shared house creeks louder than lara would've wanted — her eyes adjust to the dark environment only to make out a figure standing near the kitchen, their leader sophia

"where have you been?!, you know i have been worried sick? i called everyone including your mom!" sophia screams at lara, maybe for the first time in a while — atleast lara wants to pretend like so

in reality lara has been on sophias nerves ever since she started to talking to you — she always left without telling anyone she would be lazy in practices just so that she can chat with you

"go to your room — and whoever it is you are meeting up with, stop it lara you're getting too distracted" sophia mutters trying to keep her calm demeanor "stop telling me what to do" lara snaps back

"do it or ill tell the management team" sophia threatened, it all just stopped from that moment on — lara had to choose between her needs and wants, she walked silently to her shared room fidgeting with her phone

she debated whether to chat you or listen to sophia yet as much as she hated what she was gonna do she did it

she ghosted you.

the first week was confusing to say the least — lara who always chatted with you through every platform was now getting cold?, her usual energetic response to your chats were now replaced with "yeah" or "okay"

the second week was weird, lara had took almost 2 - 3 days just to respond to you, you double texted you had even called her a few times yet it always ended with her giving you a honestly lame excuse

the third to fourth week hurted the most, lara had fully ghosted you, she didn't respond at all, you knew she was active on her socials i mean she posted every week — she always saw your texts she just chose not to open them, you got desperate for even a drop of her attention, it got so bad to the point you tried contacting her other mutual friends

by the second month you had started to accept what had happened — you didn't wait for a notification from her user anymore, you didnt expect a miracle to happen

lara breaths heavily as she back reads on your chats — it took all of her courage not to call you during all of this, she tried and tried making herself believe that you were just a waste of time that you were just a distraction

yet every little thing makes her remember you, late night trips?, your favorite food, even your scent — it all comes back to you

maybe you were meant for eachother just not in this time not in this moment — she sighs massaging her temples, her lips pressed into a thin line as longing creeps into her

she types then deletes again, types and then deletes — maybe it was too long?, too casual? — lara over analyzed her text to you, until she just typed something simple

a notification pops up on your phone, it was 2 am who would be awake in such hour?

my laru♡: hi, how are you?

your heart sinks, everything you've worked so hard for has come down to this moment, moving on, crying even denial that she ghosted you

y/n: I'm good.

lara's mood shifts, you really are gone — the period on the end of the sentence and the proper grammar, screamed over her

my laru♡: I'm sorry, i miss us

you wanted to respond saying you do too, you missed hours and hours of taking with her — laughing at the stupidest things ever, god even that stupid nickname she had in your chats

y/n: me too.

yet as reality dawns on lara, its all a sick cycle — she could never date you, because of her career, she just wanted to pretend that it didnt matter just for a few more minutes

[azulpitlane]

just pr part two I ln4

pairing: lando norris x ricciardo!reader summary: you are beginning to warm up to lando but it all comes crashing down when you overhear something you weren't suppose to, includes writing + smau notes: im back! hope you guys had a good holiday!! p.s if you sent requests i am working on them!! this one is pretty long but i tried to fit it all into one part warnings: a tiny tiny bit of smut, but barely anything part one, masterlist

"So when were you planning on tell me?" Your brother asked accusingly the moment you opened the door of your apartment. A few hours prior, you had called Lando and demanded for him to come over knowing Daniel was going to arrive soon and interrogate you and you refused to deal with this on your own. It was his idea in the first place.

"Um, lovely seeing you too Danny. Need help with your bags?"

"Don't give me the sarcasm right now y/n." You could tell he was genuinely agitated with your response and you sighed and opened the door to let him in. He quickly walked to your kitchen and saw Lando sitting there with a sheepish smile.

"Hey Daniel...how are you?" He immediately knew that was the wrong thing to say since he started stalking his way towards Lando.

"You motherf-"

"OKAY OKAY! Calm down Danny, just sit down and we'll talk." You fortunately were quick enough to stop him from getting to Lando. You gave him a stern look and though you were younger, Danny knew to listen to you when you gave him that look. He reluctantly sat in front of Lando while you sat yourself next to him.

"It's not what you think."

Daniel raised an eyebrow, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. "Oh, really? Because the pictures and the headlines seem to tell a different story."

Lando, always quick with a comeback, attempted to diffuse the tension. "Well, mate, you know how the media exaggerates everything."

Daniel's gaze shifted between the two of you, and he let out a sigh. "You're dating, aren't you?"

You nodded, feeling the weight of the admission. "It's complicated, Danny. We didn't plan for it to happen."

He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Complicated is an understatement. You're my sister, Y/n. And you," he pointed at Lando, "you're...Lando."

"I'm going to try and not be offended by that."

"You know what I mean. I just don't understand why you didn't tell me before."

"Well we're only two months into our relationship so we wanted to figure things out privately and decide if we were ready to fully commit to each other before telling people." You reciprocated the explanation that you and Lando made up an hour prior.

"And are you fully ready to commit to each other?"

You nudged Lando's thigh since Daniel was staring directly at him, expecting an answer from him.

"Yup. 100%."

Danny responded with a skeptical look, "That doesn't sound too convincing."

You gave Lando a harsher nudge, he was doing an awful job at making this convincing.

"Look, I know I haven't been perfect, but y/n she just...brings out a side of me that nobody else does. I know I should've spoke to you before making a move and I regret not doing so, but I don't regret y/n. And I don't regret that night when we first bumped into each other outside of the paddock," realizing his mistake he quickly added, "where we first admitted our feelings."

You glanced at Lando confused at the pause in his speech, but he avoided eye contact and kept his gaze at Daniel. You weren't sure if he was referring to the night you guys hooked up or if he was just trying to make the relationship believable. You then looked at your brother noticing his expression was softening, a part of you felt guilty for lying to him about this relationship so you quickly added an apology.

"We really are sorry you had to find out through social media, I wish we told you before those pictures were released, but there's no point in dwelling in it now. This relationship wasn't intentional, it just happened and we're serious about it." You said trying to talk as softly as possible to make it believable.

"I can't say i'm thrilled about this, but I forgive you guys. I was just angry at the moment because everybody was saying all these crazy things about my baby sister, and I was mad Lando was the reason behind it. But you guys are grown adults and can make your own decisions so whatever you think is best for your happiness, I will support it."

"Oh thank God." Lando grabbed your head and kissed it, you knew he was doing it to irritate you and you wanted nothing more than to smack him hand away but you just smiled and accepted his affection.

Daniel on the other hand, openly showed his disgust and quickly added, "Okay, don't push it."

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As soon as Danny left, you both quickly left each others embrace and went back to your usual snarky banter. He was quick to leave your apartment but before he could, you stopped him wanting to clear some things up.

"Okay so for this to work, we need a set of rules," Lando rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, "uh, no interruptions please, you can speak when I'm done." You could see him roll his eyes again, but kept his mouth shut nonetheless.

"Rule number one, no kissing in the lips, even in front of the cameras."

"That is so stupid, we alre-"

"What did I say? No speaking until I am done!"

"Bossy. I like this side of you." He smirked at you suggestively and you ignored that comment all together, not wanting to give the satisfaction of a reaction from you.

"Rule number two, no posting each other without permission. We must both approve of the post." He lazily nodded, not really caring about these rules.

"Rule number three, we cannot tell anybody, besides your team of course, that this is fake. I mean nobody, not even your close friends, we can't risk Danny finding out."

"Anything else, princess?"

"Chill with the affection, you were practically hogging me when we were with Daniel."

"You weren't complaining last week when you were under me."

You blushed and quickly used your hair to cover it. You guys hadn't talked about that night and you were trying your best to avoid the topic. It was a drunk mistake, that's it. It's not like either of you would do it again. Even if it was the best sex of your life, you would never admit that out loud.

"Shut up, that was a drunk, stupid mistake," His smirk fell and was replaced with an emotionless look, "rule number four, no talking about that night, got it?"

"Yeah, whatever, can I go now?"

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f1gossip Lando and Y/n in Paris today! The two just landed and are there with a few of Lando's friends. They confirmed their relationship a few weeks ago on instagram posts and sources say they've been together for a few months prior to the posts. Thoughts on the new couple?

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user its funny to think that he might be daniel's brother in law in the future lmfao

user idk about them... lando was just seen with other girls before their posts

user probably just friends chill user yeah fr, lando always says those other girls are just his friends

user honestly im happy he's finally settling for a nice girl, no more drama

user it couple

user omg they both love photography...imagine all the pictures they take of one another

user omg. i need to see y/n's camera roll🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️

user the all black fit >>>>>

user the girlfriend effect is starting already

user IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM (IM OBSESSED WITH THEM)

As you and Lando began the charade of a fake relationship, you couldn't shake off the feeling that this was going to be more complicated than you initially thought. The staged photos, the forced smiles, and the scripted interactions started to wear on you. But for the sake of your relationship with your brother, you pushed through. This is the first time you and Lando left Monaco together and he had dragged you to Paris for a few events he had. You were there with his friends so you had to keep up with your act practically all the time until you went to sleep.

"Wait, we're sharing a room?"

Lando raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, it's more convincing that way. We're a couple, remember?"

You sighed, realizing the extent of the relationship. "Fine, but no funny business. We stick to the rules."

He smirked, "You're no fun, princess."

You shot him a warning look, "I'm serious, Lando. This is for my brother's sake, not for our amusement."

He chuckled, "Alright, alright. No funny business. I promise."

You begrudgingly entered the room and noticed there was only one bed. You turned to him with a blank look on your face and he gave you an innocent smile, knowing you were pissed.

"Really, Lando? One bed?"

He shrugged, feigning innocence. "Oops, must be a mistake. But it's not like we haven't shared a bed before, right?"

You shot him a glare. "Rule number four."

"What?"

"Rule number four: no talking of the night that got us into this mess in the first place."

"Jesus, you weren't being serious about those rules?"

"Dead serious." You moved around him and got your pajamas from your suitcase to change in the bathroom.

"If I knew you were going to be this boring I would've fake dated someone else." He mumbled in response.

"I heard that!" You yelled from the bathroom.

"Yeah well you were meant to!" He sassily replied.

You came out of the bathroom bare faced and wearing a skimpy set consisting of a tight tank top and tiny shorts. If you knew you would be sharing a room with Lando you would've never packed this, but it was the only thing you had on you right now. You noticed Lando looking at you and you were expecting some sort of remark on your outfit but it never came. He just watched you with a look you could not name, you couldn't help but feel a little self conscious under his hard gaze. You opened your mouth to question him but you were interrupted by three knocks on the door. You quickly went to open it, wanting to get away from the sudden tension in the room.

"Hello! Room service here, may I step in?"

"Oh sure." You didn't even realize Lando had ordered anything while you were in the bathroom.

The man walked in and at that moment he seemed to notice your outfit for the first time and subtly looked you up and down. You felt uncomfortable but before anything else could be said Lando stepped in front of you and tipped the guy. He blushed knowing he was caught and quickly made his way out.

"Uhh what did you order?" You asked wanting to fill the weird silence in the room.

"Hot chocolate, it's uh for you." You gave him a questioning gaze and you didn't know if you were hallucinating but it looked like he was blushing. "Daniel mentioned something about you guys always sneaking out of bed to drink a cup of chocolate before sleeping when you were younger and you had an insane amount of chocolate when I went over to your apartment so I'm guessing you still do it."

You couldn't help but smile at the memory he mentioned. It was a tradition you and Daniel had when you were kids, sneaking out of bed to share a cup of hot chocolate before sleeping. It was a comforting routine that continued into your teenage years. The fact that Lando remembered and went through the trouble of ordering it made you soften towards him, at least for a moment.

"Wow, you actually remembered that?" You chuckled, feeling a bit nostalgic.

Lando scratched the back of his head, a bit embarrassed. "Yeah, well, I thought it might help make this whole pr thing a bit more bearable. Plus, I know you love it."

You sighed, realizing that maybe there was more to Lando than just the cocky and flirtatious exterior he presented. "Thanks, Lando. That was...unexpectedly sweet."

He shrugged, trying to downplay it. "Well, don't get used to it. It's a one-time thing. Im gonna uh get in the shower now."

You nodded and he left you alone with your thoughts, you couldn't shake off the mixed emotions swirling within you. This fake relationship was becoming more complicated by the day, but there were moments, like this one, that blurred the lines between acting and reality. You couldn't deny that there was a connection between you and Lando, even if it was born out of necessity. You sat on the bed and picked up a book to stop your overthinking, it was just a cup of chocolate. No big deal.

Lando came out of the shower and was faced with an empty cup and you knocked out on the bed. He picked up your book and marked the page you left off on before placing it on the bedside table. He grabbed a pillow and blanket and got comfortable on the small couch in the room before he drifted off into sleep.

The next morning you woke up before Lando and quickly noticed he was not sleeping in the bed next to you. You felt bad seeing him cramped in the small couch across from the bed and you mentally kicked yourself for falling asleep before you could volunteer to take the couch, he was the one that paid after all. You got up and silently approached him, he looked so peaceful and you thought about how chivalrous his gesture was. You knew there was more to him than his arrogant persona, but you were surprised he was letting you see a part of the real him after all this time.

"I know I'm attractive but watching me sleep is a little creepy don't you think?" He said suddenly while keeping his eyes closed.

There was that arrogance.

"Oh you're awake? There goes my opportunity to strangle you in your sleep."

"Kinky girl."

"Just shut up and get up, we have a lot to do."

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You were shocked when none of Lando's friends joined you two today seeing as you were exploring the city. Once he had told you they wanted to do their own thing, you expected for him to go back to his cocky self since there was nobody around, but he constantly kept a hold on your hand, gave you his jacket when you got cold, and even helped with your photography.

You had brought your camera in hopes to capture some good pictures of the city of love and he helped by giving you some ideas. You were confused by his kind behavior since you guys kept a low profile and weren't recognized by anybody as you walked around. You didn't mind this side of Lando though and appreciated this personality before he became a cocky jerk again.

"Did your team tip off any paparazzi anywhere that I should be aware of?" You asked thinking maybe there was someone watching.

"Uh no actually. I asked for a calm day before we go to the event later tonight. That's where all the photographers will be."

"Huh, so you're telling me you organized this whole day yourself?" You asked slowly not understanding why his team would set up a day in Paris with just you two without exposure to it.

Lando grinned mischievously, "Well, I thought we could use a break from the chaos. Plus, Paris is a beautiful city, and it seemed like a waste not to explore it properly."

You raised an eyebrow, still skeptical of his sudden change in behavior. "And you're not going to pull some elaborate prank or reveal that this was all a setup?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No pranks, no setups. Just a day to enjoy the city and each other's company. Is that so hard to believe?"

Considering Lando's usual antics, it was indeed hard to believe. However, you decided to go along with it, enjoying the unexpected break from the scripted events and staged moments.

As you continued exploring the streets of Paris, Lando pointed out interesting landmarks, shared anecdotes about his previous visits, and even suggested some hidden gems for your photography. The day unfolded in a surprisingly genuine and enjoyable manner.

At a quaint café, Lando insisted on treating you to a cup of coffee, saying, "Consider it a thank you for putting up with my chaotic world for the past few days."

You couldn't help but smile, finding this side of Lando surprisingly endearing. "You're not so bad when you're not trying to be a pain, you know?"

He winked, "I'll take that as a compliment."

The two of you strolled along the Seine River, taking in the iconic sights of Paris. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, and you couldn't resist capturing the moment with your camera.

As you snapped a few pictures, Lando leaned in and whispered, "You know, you're not so bad either, princess."

You rolled your eyes, but there was a warmth in your chest that you couldn't deny. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to this fake relationship than meets the eye.

The day passed in a blur of laughter, shared moments, and a surprising connection that seemed to grow stronger with each passing hour. It was a side of Lando you hadn't expected, and you found yourself enjoying his company without the pressure of the public eye.

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As Lando mentioned, you were going to make appearance at the PSG game which you actually were excited for since you were a big football fanatic. You both changed and met up with his friends in the lobby before heading out again. The game was going great and you had even met some of the guys' girlfriends and befriended them rather quickly. After being surrounded by men the whole trip, you were glad to have some women around you to socialize with. You then all made plans as a group to go to an after-party to celebrate the teams win.

The party was huge, there were even some PSG players there and you were suddenly glad you chose a nice outfit to go to the game with, not wanting to feel underdressed.

As the night wore on, Lando pulled you aside again, away from the bustling crowd. "Having fun, princess?"

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, surprisingly. Your friends are great dancers, by the way."

He grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, we're a talented bunch. But you're the best dancer here."

You laughed, not expecting the compliment. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Lando."

He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "I don't know about that. Flattery seems to be working quite well tonight."

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the blush that threatened to surface. "Smooth talker."

"Only to you." He replied and he stepped closer to tug a piece of hair behind your ear. You became aware of his proximity and couldn't help to feel your heart start racing. You instinctively put your hands on his shoulder as he looked down on your lips. You felt yourself leaning in before something caught your eye over his shoulder, a camera. Someone was filming, that's why he was acting like this. You don't know why the idea made you a little sad, so you snapped out of it and turned your head so his lips landed on your cheek. His eyes were filled with confusion, weren't you just leaning in too? Did you not feel the spark that ignited between you two today?

“No kissing. Even on camera, remember?” You said sadly then rejoined the girls as he stood there confused.

You spent the rest of the night separately until the girls decided they were tired. You volunteered to go look for the boys and as soon as you stepped outside through the backdoor you heard Lando’s voice.

“I mean we just started and I’m already regretting it. Its just so hard to be around her, she has all these rules that im technically breaking by telling you,”

Your heart dropped realizing he was talking about you. You stopped listening, not wanting to hear the rest because you knew it would only hurt. You realized how much you were beginning to like Lando thinking you could get through the constant facade he has, but after hearing his words you were starting to think it wasn’t a facade. He was just mean. You began to wonder if all the other snarky and rude remarks he made weren’t sarcasm, but the real way he felt about you.

You went back inside, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, and saw the rest of the girls had reunited with their boyfriends so you assured them they could leave and you were just waiting for Lando. With teary eyes you made your way to the small bar and ordered a water.

As you sat at the bar, nursing your water, you couldn't shake off the mix of emotions swirling within you. The revelations from Lando's words had left you feeling hurt and confused. You had let your guard down, allowed yourself to enjoy the night, and now it seemed like it was all a part of some elaborate act.

“Not having a good time?”

You looked up and were slightly starstruck to see Kylian Mbappe sitting next to you.

“Um no not anymore, unless youre the host of this party! Then im having a blast.”

He laughed at your comment and you blushed in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, it's not my party. Why are you alone?"

"I'm just waiting for my friends, they're outside."

"Hm, so why aren't you outside with them...?"

"Y/n." You replied knowing he was subtly asking. "But I just uh needed some water," you said quickly trying to think of an excuse.

"Y/n's a beautiful name, I'm Kylian."

"Oh I know." He raised his eyebrows at your response but before he could say anything else Lando had appeared out of nowhere. He gave you a tight lipped smile and put his arm around your waist after seeing who you were talking to.

"Kylian! It's good to see you mate, sorry to interrupt but we were just heading out." He said as he used his other hand to shake Kylian's.

Kylian reciprocated the handshake with a friendly smile, though his eyes flickered with curiosity at the sudden appearance of Lando.

"No problem at all," Kylian replied, glancing between you and Lando. "Nice meeting you, Y/n. Enjoy the rest of the night."

You nodded, a bit flustered by the unexpected attention from both men. "You too, Kylian. Maybe catch you at another party."

As Kylian excused himself, you turned your attention to Lando, who still had his arm around your waist. His grip felt possessive, and you couldn't help but shoot him a questioning look.

"What was that about?" you asked, a hint of irritation in your voice.

Lando's gaze flickered between you and the direction Kylian had walked off. "Just making sure everything's alright. I noticed you talking to him."

"It's not like I was in distress. We were just having a casual conversation." You replied before being dragged away by Lando and seeing his friend, Romeo, trail behind you too. Ahh so that's who he was talking to.

Lando raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly defensive. "Casual conversation, huh? Seemed more than that."

The ride home was quiet, none of you knowing what to say after your almost kiss and hearing him talk about you. You thought about the situation the whole ride to the hotel and were getting angrier by the second, he was the one that suggested this idea and now he was regretting it? And worst of all, why was he talking to others about this and not you?

"As soon as you got to your room your thoughts were interrupted by Lando's voice, "What if someone had taken pictures? Do you know how bad that would look on your part? Flirting with other men while in a relationship with me."

You rolled your eyes and defended yourself, "I was not flirting with him."

"That's not what it looked like to me." He said with a hard tone.

"Why do you care? We're not really dating."

"Oh I know, you remind me any time you can, but we're doing this for the sake of your reputation too."

"As if you cared about me and maybe I remind you all the time because in reality I would never date an asshole like you." You answered bitterly as you moved around the room trying to get yourself ready for bed.

Lando followed your movements and gave you a hurt yet irritated look, "An asshole, huh? That's what you think of me?"

"Yeah."

"You know, you're no prize either! You only think of yourself that you fail to see the obvious." Responded with clear frustration in his voice.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

Lando's frustration boiled over as he paced around the room. "It means you're so caught up in your own world that you don't see beyond your own nose. You're oblivious to what's happening around you. I'm trying here, more than you can understand."

You scoffed, not buying into his sudden change in tone. "Oh please, spare me the act. You're the one regretting this whole thing, talking about it with your friends, and then acting possessive when I talk to someone else? What game are you playing, Lando?"

He looked at you in confusion, "When did I say I regretted..." Realization hit him as he remembered the events from earlier that day, "you heard me talking to Romeo. No, no you don't understand, it's just... more complicated than I thought."

You crossed your arms, not willing to let him off the hook that easily. "Complicated? Enlighten me."

Lando hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I didn't expect... I didn't expect to care, alright? But spending time with you, even in this ridiculous situation, it's messing with my head. And it's not just about the reputation, it's... something else."

You raised an eyebrow, "Something else? Care to elaborate?" You asked with attitude.

He groaned, having enough with your sassy tone, and before you knew it, your back was getting pushed into the wall as Lando trapped you with his arms on the side of your head. You got flashbacks of the party as you looked up at his face that was only centimeters away from yours.

"You're so frustrating y/n. I told Romeo I regretted this because it's so hard to be around you when all I think about is the night I fucked you." You sucked a breath in, shocked by his bold statement. He brought one of his hand down to your jaw and traced his thumb on your bottom lip. "I have to hold myself back when I'm around you, you have completely fucked with my head, it's so infuriating."

"Then...then why did you agree to this whole fake dating thing?" You asked, almost whispering.

He chuckled and replied, "I didn't have to agree to it. It was my idea." Your eyes filled with confusion, remembering he had told you it was his team's idea, "I suggested it so I could get another chance to get a taste of you. Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you haven't thought of that night we had sex." He asked with a gaze full of lust and frustration.

You could feel your walls crumbling down at his seductive tone and close proximity. You shook your head and weakly responded, "I can't."

He smirked at you before taking one of your hands in his own and moving it to his hardened cock.

"This enough elaboration for you?" He asked with a cocky tone. You could feel yourself getting wet and had enough of his teasing. You moved your hands to his face and brought it to your own. The kiss was messy and full of built up frustration and anger, a perfect combination to your relationship.

As the passionate kiss continued, you found yourself getting lost in the moment, forgetting the complications and frustrations that had filled the air just moments ago. Lando's lips moved against yours with a mixture of intensity and tenderness, creating a whirlwind of emotions within you.

Eventually, he pulled away, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. Your breath was heavy, and the room felt charged with tension. Lando's fingers traced the outline of your jaw, and he spoke in a low, husky voice, "I can't keep pretending, y/n. This is more than just a pr stunt for me."

Conflicting emotions swirled within you. On one hand, you couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry and connection you shared with Lando. On the other hand, the complications and rules that had governed your fake relationship loomed in the background.

"I don't even know what this is anymore," you admitted, your voice shaky.

Lando leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Maybe it's time we stop pretending and figure it out together. No more rules, no more faking."

As you looked into his eyes, you saw a vulnerability that you hadn't expected. It was as if the arrogant facade he had meticulously maintained was crumbling, revealing the real Lando beneath.

"Can we even do that?" you wondered aloud.

Lando smiled, a genuine and sincere expression that took you by surprise. "I want to try, y/n."

You sighed, feeling a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. "What about the paparazzi, the public, and your career?"

"I don't care about any of that if it means I can be with you," he confessed, his gaze unwavering.

With a tentative smile, you nodded, realizing that maybe that maybe you can trust Lando after all.

As the night continued, you had deja vu to the night that got you and Lando in this position in the first place, except this time he was gentler and made you feel special.

more notes: im not comfortable enough to write smut, sorry🧍‍♀️and as per usual, this is not proofread lol

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a chance encounter - a cho hyun-ju x reader fic (part 12)

summary: a story about how you and hyun-ju met and the following years of your relationship. masterlist cw: no use of y/n, reader is afab, squid games, blood, violence, hints of transphobia and homophobia, author cannot do math. a/n: hello lovelies! this took forever and it is not as good as i hoped. writer's block has been kicking my ass for the past weeks--- haven't even replied to most comments on the last part. sorry for it! i'll catch up, i swear. as always, enjoy xx comments are always welcome, i giggle and kick my feet whenever i read them. silly pinterest board i've been curating over the weeks taglist: @strayteez3staner @dekiruxxx @jeongteen @sunnysurvives @3leni @etta-huracan @honeyhyunju @basoressia @antisocial-aina @googie-jeon @christinamadsen @deernat @vvlwvvy @psychobitchsthings @dikeu-yoiz

part 12. player 120 and player 133

the first thing you felt was disorientation.

the light was too bright, searing through your closed eyelids and pulling you from unconsciousness. the music was too loud, making your head throb, a dull, persistent ache that seemed to echo with every beat of your heart. you blinked against the brightness, your vision swimming as you tried to make sense of your surroundings.

the ceiling above you was unfamiliar—smooth white tiles with fluorescent lights that buzzed faintly. you turned your head slowly, your body sluggish, and realized you were lying on a bed. no, not just a bed—a top bunk bed.

panic began to creep in as your senses sharpened. the room was massive, far larger than any space you’d ever been in. rows upon rows of identical black metal bunk beds stretched out before you, stacked four high like a factory assembly line. the walls were tiled in white, adorned with strange decals of sports figures that gave the space an odd resemblance to a school gymnasium.

you sat up, your movements stiff, and looked down at yourself.

the green tracksuit caught you off guard. it was simple, plain, with the number 133 printed in bold white on the chest and back. beneath the jacket, a white shirt bore the same number. your feet were covered in white socks and plain white loafers.

a sinking feeling settled in your stomach as you realized your own clothes were gone.

you tugged at the waistband of the tracksuit pants, peeking underneath to find black, nondescript underwear. everything you’d been wearing—the cardigan, the jeans, the sneakers—was gone. your breath quickened and you quickly placed your hand on your neck, and sighed in relief to find hyun-ju’s locket still there. you ran your hands over your body as if searching for some other trace of familiarity. but there was nothing. no bag, no phone, no wallet.

the panic surged.

“where am i?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

your eyes darted around the room, taking in the sheer scale of it. hundreds of people were scattered among the beds, some sitting, some lying down, others pacing restlessly on the floor. they were all wearing the same green tracksuit, each with a unique number printed on it.

it felt like a nightmare, one of those dreams where nothing made sense, but the fear was real. you pressed your fingers to your temples, trying to steady your breathing, but the questions came faster than you could answer them.

how did i get here? what happened to my clothes? my phone? my life?

and then it hit you like a lightning bolt.

“hyun-ju,” you whispered, the word barely audible.

you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, climbing down the metal stairs with shaky limbs. your heart pounded as you scanned the sea of faces, your voice rising in desperation.

“hyun-ju?”

your voice echoed faintly in the cavernous space, but no one responded. your chest tightened, the panic threatening to consume you.

“hyun-ju!” you called again, louder this time.

and then, like a lifeline, you heard her voice.

“here!”

you turned sharply, your eyes locking onto her figure. she was standing a few feet away, her tracksuit identical to yours except for the number 120 printed on it. relief washed over you like a tidal wave, so overwhelming that your knees nearly buckled.

without thinking, you ran to her, throwing yourself into her arms.

hyun-ju caught you effortlessly, her strong arms wrapping around you as you clung to her like she was the only solid thing in this surreal, shifting world. her scent—warm, familiar, floral spicy, and comforting—filled your senses, grounding you in the chaos.

“hyun-ju,” you whispered against her shoulder, your voice trembling. “where are we?”

her arms tightened around you, her chin resting on your head. “i don’t know,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the uncertainty. “but we’re together in this.”

you pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, searching for reassurance. her dark gaze was calm, but you could see the flicker of unease beneath the surface.

“what happened to us?” you asked, your voice breaking. you knew she knew as much as you did, but still, it was impossible not to ask.

“i don’t know,” she repeated, her hand coming up to cup your cheek. her thumb brushed against your skin, a small, grounding gesture that sent a wave of warmth through you.

your gaze darted around the room again, taking in the countless people who looked just as confused as you felt. “they took everything,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “our clothes, our phones… everything.”

hyun-ju nodded, her jaw tightening. “i know. but we’ll figure it out. whatever this is, we’ll figure it out.”

her confidence was like a balm, soothing the edges of your frayed nerves. you leaned into her touch, drawing strength from her presence.

“promise me,” you said, your voice trembling. “promise me we’ll stay together.”

hyun-ju’s eyes softened, and she pressed her forehead to yours. “i promise,” she said, her voice steady and resolute. “we’ll stay together. no matter what.”

in that moment, the fear didn’t disappear, but it dulled, tempered by the warmth of her arms around you. whatever this place was, whatever lay ahead, you knew one thing for certain: you weren’t alone and that was enough to keep you standing. the fear didn’t disappear, but it dulled, tempered by the warmth of hyun-ju’s arms around you. whatever this place was, whatever lay ahead, you knew one thing for certain: you weren’t alone.

you two walked back toward hyun-ju’s bed, trying to process the chaos of the situation. before you could gather your thoughts, the main door of the massive room swung open, and figures in pink suits and black masks walked in, their expressions hidden behind the stark black symbols—circle, triangle, square—displayed on their masks. the atmosphere shifted immediately, a hush falling over the room, curiosity and apprehension thick in the air. a masked figure with a square stepped forward and addressed the crowd, their voice altered by a mechanical filter.

“i would like to extend a hearty welcome to all of you. everyone here will participate in six different games over six days. those who win all six games will receive a handsome cash prize.”

murmurs broke out, people exchanging confused glances, some intrigued, others skeptical. hyun-ju was the first to speak, her voice sharp, clear. “excuse me.” heads turned in her direction. “you said we’d be playing games, but you practically kidnapped me. how can we trust anything you say?”

the square-masked figure remained unmoved. “i apologize. please understand that it was necessary to maintain the game’s security.”

another woman spoke up next, questioning the masks, asking if this was some kind of underground gambling house. the square simply replied, “we must maintain confidentiality.”

you didn’t like this at all. it felt too good to be true—who just hands out money for playing games? what kind of games? the vagueness set you on edge, your mind spinning with possible explanations. you voiced your concerns to hyun-ju in a hushed tone, but she simply squeezed your hand. “let’s listen, aein,” she murmured. you sighed, frustrated, but nodded.

around you, complaints rose. people demanded their belongings back—their phones, their wallets, their dignity. one man, player 333, grumbled about missing the crypto market.

“player 333, lee myunggi.”

a remote clicked, and a massive screen descended from the ceiling. a video flickered to life—a man getting slapped at a subway station.

“age 30, used to run a youtube channel called mg coin. after convincing subscribers to invest in a new crypto coin called dalmatian, causing losses of approximately 15.2 billion won, you shut down and disappeared. you’re wanted for fraud and for violating telecom and financial investment laws. current debt levels: 1.8 billion won.”

you gaped. “god, hyun-ju, 1.8 billion!” you whispered, grabbing her arm. suddenly your debt didn’t feel so grand now.

the videos continued. one after another, humiliating debts laid bare for all to see. then, suddenly— “player 133.”

your breath caught as your own face appeared on the screen. the moment you met the salesman at the bus stop played back for everyone to witness, the slap still stinging even through the recording. your name flashed beneath your image.

“125 million won in debt.”

a lump formed in your throat. before you could fully process it, another familiar face appeared on the screen.

“player 120, cho hyun-ju, 330 million won in debt.”

hyun-ju stiffened beside you. the video showed her outside her job, the sharp crack of the salesman’s slap echoing in the silent room. she shifted uncomfortably. without thinking, you reached for her hand and squeezed.

more videos played, and soon the shouting resumed. voices layered over one another, demands, confusion, panic growing by the second. the square-masked figure spoke again.

“all of you in this room have crippling debts and are now on a cliff edge. when we first came to you, you did not trust us either. but as you know, we played a game and gave you money as promised. and so, you trusted us and volunteered to participate according to your own free will.”

murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd. you still felt uneasy, the uncertainty of what you’d have to do gnawed at your nerves. a sudden mechanical rumble vibrated through the room. the ceiling panels split apart, and a massive transparent piggy bank descended from above, illuminated by an eerie yellow glow.

“what you see now is the piggy bank where your valuable prize money will be stored,” the square continued. “after each of the six games you play, the prize money will accumulate in this piggy bank.”

“how much is the prize money?” someone called out.

“45.6 billion won.”

gasps. disbelief. the air vibrated with excitement, greed, desperation.

the square continued, detailing that players would have a chance to vote after each game—they could choose to continue or leave, taking home whatever money had been accumulated. you perked up at this. if you could, you’d leave now.

“are you saying we’ll still receive the money, even if we leave after the first game?” an older man asked.

“that’s correct.”

a brief surge of hope lifted in your chest. maybe it wasn’t all bad. maybe you could play one round and get out. the moment of reflection was interrupted when an old woman elbowed past you. “good heavens! excuse me, darling!”

she rushed forward and smacked a man in glasses over the head.

“you idiot!” she shouted.

“mom?! what… what are you doing here?”

they bickered, their voices rising over the crowd. you couldn’t help yourself—a laugh bubbled out of you.

“stop it,” hyun-ju murmured, nudging you, though her own lips twitched with amusement.

“sorry, it’s too ridiculous,” you giggled, leaning into her.

she rolled her eyes, but then, unexpectedly, leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips.

the warmth of her lips lingered as you pulled back, your hand instinctively reaching for the locket around her neck, fingers brushing over its surface. “you’re wearing it,” you murmured, tracing the cool metal.

“of course,” she said simply, catching your hand in hers. “it’s you. why wouldn’t i?”

a tight knot formed in your chest. you wanted to leave. now. every part of you screamed that this was too much, too dangerous. but you knew hyun-ju—she was already thinking things through, weighing possibilities, calculating risks. and more than anything, she was thinking about the money.

the square-masked figure interrupted your thoughts. “if you wish to participate in the games, please sign the player consent form. those who do not wish to participate, please speak up now.”

you hesitated. “you’ll really pay us even if we play just one game?”

“yes.”

hyun-ju’s hand tightened around yours.

“then let’s do this,” you whispered.

*

as soon as the masked figures announced that the first game would begin shortly, players were instructed to sign a contract. hyun-ju instinctively placed you in front of her, her presence like a shield at your back. even now, she was always protecting you. you quickly scanned the lines of the contract, but the words barely registered. your heart was pounding. with a deep breath, you signed your name.

a circle-masked guard ushered you through a side door. the moment you stepped through, you hesitated, turning to look for hyun-ju. you weren’t going anywhere without her. minutes felt like hours before she finally emerged from the other side, her eyes frantically searching the room. the instant she spotted you, relief washed over her features. you hurried to her, taking her hand in yours.

“i’m here. i waited for you.”

her grip tightened. “thank you,” she murmured, squeezing back.

you fell into line again, following the flow of people as they moved through a labyrinth of pastel-colored hallways. the bright, childlike hues felt at odds with the suffocating dread curling in your stomach. up and down stairs, through arched doorways, past seemingly endless twists and turns until you reached a large room lined with photo totems.

“smile,” an automated voice instructed as you stepped up to one of the machines and you obeyed, a big smile plastered on your face.

a camera flash blinded you for a second, and you blinked against the sudden burst of light. “after having your picture taken, follow the staff’s instructions and proceed to the game site.”

you moved to the side, waiting for hyun-ju. while you stood there, a conversation nearby caught your attention. the old woman from before, player 149, was watching hyun-ju with narrowed eyes.

“is that a man or a woman?” she muttered, nudging her son, player 007. you felt your stomach drop.

“there are people like that,” her son replied quickly. “they’re men who want to be women.”

your fists clenched. a sharp, biting anger curled in your chest.

“why would they want to be women?” the woman scoffed. “men are men, and women are women.” then, her gaze slid to you, “and that girl—is she with…her? why would a pretty girl like her want to be with… someone like that?”

the words felt like a slap. shame and anger warred inside you, tangled up in a storm of helplessness. you wanted to turn around, to say something, to defend hyun-ju, but the words lodged in your throat. you could only stare, frozen, as her son sighed in exasperation and tugged her away.

“you can’t say things like that, people can love whoever they want nowadays,” he muttered, casting you a quick, apologetic glance before guiding her through the line.

the moment they were gone, your breath left you in a shaky exhale. you hadn’t realized your hands were trembling until you saw them clenched at your sides. of all places, here—where every single person had been stripped of their dignity, humiliated, and reduced to nothing more than their debts—people still found ways to discriminate, to make others feel small.

tears burned at the back of your eyes, and despite your best efforts, a few slipped free before you could blink them away. you wiped them hastily, not wanting hyun-ju to see.

when she finally finished her turn at the photo booth, she approached you with a soft smile, completely unaware of what had just transpired. the moment she was close enough, you threw your arms around her, burying your face in her shoulder, inhaling the familiar warmth of her scent.

she chuckled, hugging you back. “what is it?” she murmured, pulling back to search your face.

you shook your head quickly, pushing down everything you felt, not wanting to ruin the moment. “nothing, i… i just love you so, so much.”

her expression softened instantly. “i love you too.” pressing her forehead against yours, she whispered, “let’s do this, yes?”

you nodded, managing a tight-lipped smile. she turned, leading the way this time, and you clung to the back of her jacket as you climbed yet another flight of stairs.

at last, you stepped through a massive green gate and onto a sandy field. it was enormous, stretching farther than your eyes could follow. tall walls surrounded you, painted to resemble a serene outdoor landscape. but it wasn’t real—none of this was real. at the far end of the field stood a gigantic doll, dressed in yellow, her unblinking eyes staring blankly ahead.

“all players, please wait a moment on the field.” a woman’s voice echoed over the pa system. “let me repeat. all players, please wait a moment on the field.”

more people filed in, filling the space until there was no more room left to move. the tension in the air was palpable. hyun-ju scanned the area, eyes sharp.

“do you see anything different?” you asked quietly.

she shook her head. “not yet.”

the pa system crackled again. “the first game is red light, green light.”

murmurs rippled through the crowd. you turned to hyun-ju, eyebrows furrowing. “red light, green light? the kids’ game?”

she nodded slowly. “it seems so.”

“this is weird, hyun-ju. i don’t like it.” you tugged at her hand, voice lowering to a whisper. “let’s leave after this, yes?”

before she could respond, the voice returned. “cross the finish line without getting caught in five minutes. if you do, you pass.” a giant stopwatch clicked on above the field. 05:00. a man—one of the players who had spoken earlier—suddenly stepped forward, waving his arms. “everyone! everyone, listen up! pay attention!”

somehow, his voice cut through the crowd. heads turned.

“listen carefully! this is not just a game!”

the unease you had felt since waking up in this place sharpened into something more tangible. the man took a deep breath and shouted, “if you lose the game, you die!”

you sucked in a sharp breath, fingers tightening around hyun-ju’s. your pulse pounded in your ears, your body stiffening in fear.

you looked up at hyun-ju, eyes wide, searching for some kind of reassurance, but she was staring ahead, jaw clenched, her own fear barely concealed beneath her steady expression. a cold dread settled over you, the unknown stretched ahead like a dark abyss and you weren’t sure if either of you would make it to the other side.

*

the murmurs of confusion and disbelief around you grew. someone in the crowd let out a nervous laugh, but it was swallowed by the sharp, mechanical voice over the pa system that announced, “let the game begin”. the air seemed to shift, a collective breath held in tense anticipation.

“green light.”

the sound of the doll’s mechanical chime rang through the space, and everyone hesitated for a beat before cautiously stepping forward. some laughed, moving with ease, treating it like an actual game.

“red light.”

a sharp, mechanical whir cut through the air and then bang.

a girl fell forward with a sickening thud, unmoving. you stiffened, your breath catching in your throat. someone let out a nervous chuckle—until the gunfire continued.

one, two, three more bodies hit the ground. screaming erupted, people turned, bolting for the doors.

bang. bang. bang.

the laughter and confusion from before turned into pure terror as the exit became a slaughterhouse. player 456’s voice broke through the chaos, urgent and desperate. “don’t move! stay still! if you run, you’ll die!”

your legs shook beneath you. hyun-ju’s grip on your hand was tight—so tight it hurt—but you barely noticed. she wasn’t moving, you weren’t moving. but your whole body screamed at you to run. 

someone next to you stumbled. bang. blood splattered against your cheek and your stomach lurched, bile rising in your throat.

when it was time to move hyun-ju turned to you, her voice low but firm. “aein, listen to me.” you forced yourself to look at her.

“we have to keep moving,” she said, her voice steadier than you thought possible. “but we have to do it right. step when it says. stop when it says.”

you could barely hear her over the pounding of your own heartbeat, but you nodded. time to stop, another crack of gunfire and another body.

456 was still shouting. “we just have to move and stop at the right time! we can all make it if we stay calm!”

people started forming lines, a methodical approach to survival. before you could react, hyun-ju grabbed your shoulders and maneuvered you behind her, shielding your smaller frame with her own.

“hold onto me,” she ordered, voice softer this time. you gripped the back of her jacket, holding onto the green fabric so tightly your knuckles turned white. your fingers trembled against the material, your entire body vibrating with fear. but she was tall, broader than you—blocking most of you from view and you pressed yourself against her back, willing yourself to become smaller.

"green light."

she stepped forward, and you followed, mirroring her movements exactly.

"red light."

you froze. the trembling in your legs threatened to give you away, but you clenched your jaw and forced yourself to remain still. it was agony, every second stretched unbearably long. the fear of moving, of making even the slightest twitch, felt suffocating.

"green light."

a step. another.

"red light."

stillness.

hyun-ju’s breaths were deep and controlled. you mimicked her.

"green light."

the finish line was close. so close. you passed. relief, you both made it safely. but then 456 turned, his voice ringing across the field. “there’s still time! we can save him!”

you barely had a second to register what was happening before you felt hyun-ju’s grip on you disappear. you only watched in horror as she sprinted past the other players, past you, towards 456 and the man struggling to crawl forward.

your mind blanked.

no. no, no, no.

“hyun-ju!”

you lunged forward, instinct taking over, but before you could get far, strong arms wrapped around you, yanking you back.

“let me go!” you shrieked, thrashing violently against the hold. “hyun-ju, no! let me go! let me fucking go!”

“stop moving!” the voice belonged to player 390, the man holding you back. he was shockingly strong, his grip ironclad as he forced you still. “you’ll get yourself killed!”

tears burned down your cheeks as you struggled, watching helplessly as hyun-ju and 456 lifted the wounded player between them. the doll’s head was already beginning to turn.

“hyun-ju, please!” you sobbed, your throat raw from screaming.

the last stretch. just a few more steps.

the timer was running out.

“green light.”

one step.

“red light.”

stillness.

seconds stretched into eternity.

then—

“green light.”

they stumbled across the line.

the second the countdown ended, the arms holding you back released you. you hit the ground hard, palms scraping against the rough surface, but you didn’t care. you scrambled forward, throwing yourself at hyun-ju before she even had time to react.

you sobbed against her, gripping her tightly, feeling the frantic rise and fall of her chest as she gasped for breath. “you idiot,” you choked out between sobs, fingers digging into her arms, her back, anywhere you could hold onto her. “you stupid, reckless idiot.”

her arms wrapped around you just as fiercely. “i’m sorry,” she breathed, over and over again. “i’m so sorry.”

and then a gunshot, a wet, sickening sound.

you flinched and then you saw him. the man hyun-ju and 456 had just risked their lives to save; his body lay motionless, a bullet through his skull.

blood splattered across your cheek, your hands, hyun-ju’s face. hyun-ju’s grip on you tightened as she trembled. “no…” it had all been for nothing.

a sob wrenched itself from your throat. you didn’t care who was watching, who was judging. you buried yourself against hyun-ju, fists clutching at her shirt, at her warmth. hyun-ju held you just as tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other locked around your waist. and neither of you moved or let go.

*

eventually, you had to go back.

you didn’t know how much time had passed, how long you had spent on the cold, sandy floor, curled into hyun-ju, sobbing against her as she held you just as desperately. everything outside of her warmth felt distant, blurred—like the muffled sounds of a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

but then, a hand landed softly on your shoulder. you flinched.

when you looked up, through the haze of tears, you saw player 456 standing there, expression heavy with exhaustion, grief, and something close to understanding. “you’re the last ones,” he said gently.

your stomach twisted as you glanced around, barely registering the bodies being cleared away in the distance, the blood that still stained the sand. there had been so many people on that field before. now, the space felt horrifyingly empty.

hyun-ju helped you stand, keeping you close as the two of you trudged back toward the sleeping quarters in the back of the line. every step felt weighted, your body sluggish, heavy with something worse than exhaustion. the sound of gunfire still echoed in your ears, like it had embedded itself into your skull. the scent of blood clung to your clothes, your skin—it was in your hair, beneath your fingernails. you wanted to scrub it off, to rip it off.

the moment you stepped inside the sleeping quarters, your legs gave out. you dropped to the floor, sitting close to one of the metal-framed beds, your back slumping against it.

hyun-ju was beside you in an instant, pulling you into her chest.

“i’m sorry,” she murmured, voice hoarse, lips brushing the crown of your head. “i love you.”

that was all she said. that was all she could say. her chin rested atop your head, arms wrapped tightly around you, grounding you in place as your body shook with silent sobs. the tears had slowed, but they kept returning in waves, stopping and starting, stopping and starting.

you couldn’t stop seeing it, that final gunshot, the way his body slumped forward, the blood—warm, wet—splattering onto you.

a presence approached. you barely registered it until a familiar voice cut through the numbness. “you gave me a fight back there,” player 390 said, amusement laced into his voice. “you’re stronger than you look, girl.”

you knew he meant well that he had held you back to save your life and he was trying to comfort you now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to react. you just stared at him with empty eyes, unable to summon even a flicker of response.

his grin faltered slightly, but he didn’t seem offended. instead, he shifted his gaze to hyun-ju, giving her a small nod. you felt her move against you, the gentle dip of her chin as she nodded back. silence stretched between the three of you, then, with one last glance, player 390 clapped a hand to his thigh and walked away, giving you space.

hyun-ju’s grip on you tightened and she pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. you closed your eyes and tried to breathe, but the air still felt thick with the metallic scent of blood, the echoes of gunfire still ringing in your ears.

*

an alarm buzzed, sharp and grating, making you flinch. the door at the front of the room slid open, and the masked figures in pink suits filed in, standing like statues as square stepped forward, his voice eerily neutral.

"congratulations on making it through the first game. here are the results."

a digital trill filled the silence before the screen behind him flickered to life.

“out of 456 players, 121 players have been eliminated. 335 players have completed the first game. congratulations again for making it through.”

the number hit you like a punch to the gut. 121 dead, just like that. simply. completely erased from existence, their bodies likely already being disposed of somewhere while the rest of you stood here, still shaking, still trying to process the horror you had just witnessed.

the silence was suffocating, only broken by a single, trembling voice.

"please…"

the older woman—player 149—fell to her knees, hands clasped together as she pleaded. "please forgive us, let us go. i don’t want to do this anymore! please!"

you wanted to laugh, to scream at her. woman, they just executed more than a hundred people in cold blood. you really think they’re going to listen to you?

then, a new voice cut through the room.

"clause three of the consent form. ‘the games may be terminated upon a majority vote.’ correct?"

you turned toward the speaker—player 456. his voice was steady, but his eyes were desperate. square nodded. "that is correct."

"then let us take a vote right now."

your heart pounded at those words. relief, a way out. square tilted his head slightly, as if amused. "of course. we respect your right to freedom of choice."

you let out a shaky breath, turning to hyun-ju beside you. "finally, we can leave," you whispered. "this nightmare is over."

she nodded, her grip tightening on your hand, and together you stood.

"but first," square’s voice interrupted, "let me announce the prize amount that’s been accumulated."

a low, mechanical rumble came from above. the ceiling panels shifted, and suddenly, the enormous transparent piggy bank descended, hanging ominously over your heads. “the number of players eliminated in the first game is 121. therefore, a total of 12.1 billion won has been accumulated. if you quit the games now, the 335 of you can equally divide the 12.1 billion won and leave with your share.”

murmurs rippled through the crowd. someone spoke up. "how much is that?"

square didn’t miss a beat. "each person’s share would be 35,820,895 million won."

discontent immediately spread through the room.

"fuck. we almost died, and they’re giving us 35 million? that’s fucking bullshit."

"thirty million? you said 45.6 billion!"

you couldn’t believe it. they almost died, and they’re complaining? you wanted to grab them by the shoulders and shake them, just take the fucking money and go.

square remained unbothered. "the rule is that a hundred million won will be accumulated for each eliminated player. if you choose to play the next game and more players get eliminated, the prize amount will increase accordingly."

no. no, no, no, no. no more games. you turned to hyun-ju, your heart hammering. pleading with your eyes. let’s leave, let’s get the fuck out. as if she could fix this, as if she could make it all go away.

but her expression wasn’t what you expected because she didn’t look scared, she didn’t even look phased. she looked… calm.

her grip on your hand had loosened, her gaze distant, lost in thought. it was the look she got when she was calculating, when her mind was whirring with possibilities, weighing outcomes, considering things too carefully.

"hyun-ju," you called her name, voice soft but urgent. she blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and finally met your eyes. the hold on your hand tightened again.

square continued. "now, let’s begin the vote. if you wish to continue the games, press the o button. if you wish to end them, press the x button. the vote will be held in reverse order of your player numbers. once you finish voting, put the patch you are given on the right side of your chest and stand on the side you have chosen."

you turned back to hyun-ju, gripping her arm. "this is it. this is our chance. we’ll vote x and leave. i’m sure everyone else will do the same, right?"

she smiled at you. a small, unreadable smile. "of course." you wanted to believe her.

the first person to vote was player 456. he pressed x and hope blossomed in your chest, but then the next person pressed o. and then another. and another. your heart sank as the balance tipped, people choosing to stay.

then, your number was called. "player 133."

you turned to hyun-ju, giving her a quick peck before stepping forward. you didn’t hesitate. you pressed the red x with firm finality, placing the patch on your jacket. a few more people voted. then—

"player 120."

you watched as hyun-ju walked toward the stand. you were smiling, already anticipating her pressing x. but her hand hesitated, and then she pressed o, placing the blue patch onto her jacket.

she turned her head, her eyes meeting yours and the smile fell from your face. your body went rigid as ice shot through your veins.

disbelief.

betrayal.

your knees nearly buckled, but a hand caught your arm, keeping you upright. player 007. you barely registered his face as you swallowed thickly, watching as hyun-ju calmly walked to the right side of the room.

your hyun-ju.

the person who had held you through your worst moments. the person who had whispered promises into your skin, swearing you’d always have each other. and she had just chosen to stay.

your vision blurred, hot tears spilling over your cheeks. you didn’t even try to stop them—hyun-ju had made her choice. and now, you didn’t know what that meant for the both of you.

*

the moment the final vote was cast, the room fell into a suffocating silence. the glowing red and blue lights illuminated the numbers above, sealing your fate. o had won—by one vote.

a wave of nausea rolled through you. one vote. one person had tipped the scales in favor of staying in this nightmare. it could’ve been anyone, but the only one that mattered was hyun-ju.

your legs felt unsteady as you turned away from the screen, barely registering the murmurs rippling through the crowd. without a word, you started walking back toward your bunk, climbing the stairs with heavy, mechanical movements. you didn’t want to think, didn’t want to feel, didn’t want to look at her.

but hyun-ju caught up to you quickly. she called your name softly, reaching for you. "please, just—"

"not now," you snapped, your voice shaking with restraint. "i need to be alone."

she hesitated before asking, "can i at least sit with you?"

you scoffed, finally turning to face her. the hurt in her eyes almost made you falter, but your anger and fear kept you steady. "do whatever you want, hyun-ju. it’s clear you’re doing that already."

her head dropped slightly, and she followed behind you like a lost puppy as you climbed into your bed. you curled up, hugging your knees to your chest, trying to breathe through the storm in your chest. hyun-ju sat at the edge of the mattress, her hands wringing together, a nervous tic you knew all too well.

"talk to me," she murmured. she was nervous. 

good. she should be.

you turned your head, glaring at her. "talk to you? what is there to talk about, hyun-ju? we almost died. we will die if we stay. and you—" you let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. "you voted to stay."

“i know you’re mad—”

“mad?” you let out a hollow laugh, finally looking at her. “mad doesn’t even cover it, hyun-ju. i’m furious. i’m terrified. i’m—” you cut yourself off, squeezing your eyes shut for a second before opening them again. “how could you do this? how could you vote to stay? we almost died today—more than once! i thought we were leaving. i thought we agreed.”

she nodded, exhaling through her nose. “i know. i know it’s fucked up. but listen to me—”

“listen to you?” you laughed again, harsher this time. “hyun-ju, we were this close—” you held your fingers barely apart. “to getting out of here! to walking away with our lives! and you—” you inhaled sharply, gripping your knees tighter. “you threw that away.”

she inhaled deeply, steadying herself. “i didn’t vote to stay because i want to die. i voted to stay because this might be our only chance to finally be free.”

your brows furrowed. “what are you even saying?”

she ran a hand through her hair, exhaling in frustration. “the money. the debts. everything hanging over our heads.” her voice was lower now, strained. “i hate it. i hate watching you stress over every bill. i hate counting every won, living paycheck to paycheck, wondering if we’ll ever catch a break. this… this is a way out.”

you shook your head, incredulous. “at what cost? hyun-ju, people died. hundreds of people.”

she flinched. “i know.”

you swallowed, trying to steady your own breath. “this isn’t the answer.”

hyun-ju met your gaze then, her expression unreadable. “if we do the math,” she said slowly, carefully, “we’d only need to play one more game.”

your stomach twisted. “no,” you said immediately. she reached for your hand, but you pulled back.

“hyun-ju, no,” you repeated, voice firmer now. “this isn’t some calculated risk. this is life or death. and you—you’re talking like it’s just a numbers game.”

“i know it’s not.” her voice wavered. “i know, okay? but this money could change everything for us. just one more game. one.”

"oh, you’re sure it’ll be just one?" you scoffed. "hyun-ju, we don’t know what’s coming next! we barely made it past this one! you almost died going back for that guy! what if next time you don’t make it?"

she opened her mouth, then closed it. her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. "i know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "i know it’s dangerous. and i hate that i put you through this. but if we make it through one more, we can leave with enough to never have to worry again. no loan sharks. no scraping by. just us, safe, with a future."

you let out a shaky breath, rubbing your temples. "i can’t do this, hyun-ju. i can’t sit here and pretend i’m okay with this."

she reached for your hand, hesitated, then pulled back. "i don’t expect you to be."

the pa system crackled. "lights will be turned off in five minutes."

hyun-ju exhaled and stood up, preparing to descend the stairs. but something in you lurched at the sight of her leaving. without thinking, you grabbed her jacket sleeve, your fingers trembling.

"don’t you think that just because i’m mad at you, you’re allowed to sleep away from me."

hyun-ju turned to you, surprised, then her expression softened. "i’ll grab my pillow."

the moment the lights went out, the two of you had settled into the small bunk. it was tight, even more so now that you weren’t curled up in opposite directions. hyun-ju faced you under the cover, her breath warm against your face.

for a while, neither of you spoke. the room buzzed with the soft murmurs of others, the occasional sniffle or stifled sob from a distant bunk. your hand twitched against the mattress, and then hyun-ju’s fingers brushed against yours. she whispered your name, almost tentatively.

you swallowed, feeling the anger still simmering inside you, but it was no match for the sheer exhaustion weighing down your body. "i don’t forgive you," you murmured.

"i know."

"but i love you."

a shaky breath. "i love you too."

she pressed her forehead to yours, her hand resting gently over your waist. "we’ll figure it out."

you sighed, letting your body melt into hers despite everything. "we have to."

in the darkness, with only the sound of her breathing keeping you grounded, you pressed a slow, tired kiss to her lips. it tasted like salt and regret, like a silent promise neither of you could yet fulfill.

but for now, it was enough.

[max-the-many]

Couldn't believe my luck when I came across this marvelous display. I just had to have them! All of them! Even though it would be a solo-beach day for me.

I would gather them, one bye one. Getting the first one somewhere alone was obviously the most tricky. I still am kinda awkward, getting to talk sometimes.

After waiting for quite a while with no one getting anywhere, I couldn't wait any longer.

I stepped close, still with no udea how to get someone seperated.

"Ehm, Hi" I opened with no one responding.

"Sorry?..."

Seeing them all layed out in front of me really got me all the more excoted. All of those well built guys, ready to be mine. Or almost. I couldn't help but imagine to hit them right here with those 4 shots I luckily had handy.

But this beach, although not as busy, sure wasn't empty either.

So I kept trying to get their attention until one of them lifted his head. He clearly woke up at that moment. They actually were asleep! It would have been so easy if I was alone with them.

But patient.

"I... sorry to bother you... can you maybe give me a hand with my car? I'm really sprry" I rambled.

Still dizzy he didn't get what I wanted at first. I mean, I myself was unsure of how I would pricede.

But after a moment, he stood up!

"Sure" he said, stretching his limbs after what might have been a good slumber. Seeing him like that made me crave to have him even more.

He reached for a speedo before he stepped towards me.

"Where is it" he said, hitting me hard as I was pretty stunned from his sight.

"Ehm, sorry, ehm..." I stuttered, before I lead him towards a pathway between the rocks.

It was the main access, so I still had to get him further.

"I... parked away from the usual spots. Turns out my car got stuck" I improvised, heading along the path away from the usual access points and bathing spots, finally stepping off of it aand into the sparce bushes under lightly scattered trees.

When he followed with noone to be seen I figured, that this is as good a moment as any from this point on. I looked around, pretending to search for the right way.

"I think this might be... this direction? Or...maybe there?" I wondered, pointing in a direction that made him look sway long enough so I could finally hit him with the syringe I felt in my pocket the whole way, ready to strike, pushing the serum into his hips in one well placed hit.

He turned around in surprise, looking at me while his eyes already got empty while his body froze.

I stepped towards him, grabbing him around the hips to bring him down on the dry ground to hollow out, frequently checking the progress, feeling his body, the body I would have the pleasure to try out myself in a matter of minutes, checking his bulge as I haven't seen what was underneath before.

Finally I got the speedo off, undressed myself to slip into his rubbery husk, closing it off as to seal the process, making it fully merge with my body, even adjusting my proportions and finally my voice.

"Guys?" I said when I got back, already feeling way more confident in speaking to them.

"Could you come to help with that guys car aswell?" I asked the first guy that lifted his head.

"Should I come, to?" the one next to him said.

"No need."

And like that I quickly got the other three, returning in the husk of the second one, luring the third away, even turning the fourth one right on his towel as the beach became more empty before I got the other husks from the woods, neatly wrapped in their towels.

"Guess what I got waiting for you" I sent to some of my buddies along with a picture of those three packages of towel, each one having their contains peaking just a tiny bit.

I really couldn't wait to meet up with my boys the next days. But I surely had some ideas for fun with my new gear until then aswell...