#and I just. I’m feeling so so upset I just want a hug and a stress cry and everything to be okay
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marsdql · 10 hours ago
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A princess lifestyle {L.HS}
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sny : You always got what you wanted when around your boyfriend heeseung and his friends, but when you didn't, you would never let it slide. | wc : 0.8k | gen : fluff, slice of life, light crack
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The living room was buzzing with conversation—laughter, overlapping voices, and the occasional sound of a video playing from someone’s phone. You had been excitedly talking, sharing a story about something that had happened earlier that day, but the more you spoke, the more you realized… nobody was really listening.
Jay and Sunghoon were talking about a new game, Jake was watching something on his phone, and even Heeseung—your Heeseung—was laughing at whatever was going on between the guys.
Your words trailed off mid-sentence, your excitement fading as you pursed your lips. You blinked a few times, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
Fine. If they weren’t going to listen, then you wouldn’t talk at all.
Instead, you crossed your arms and slumped into the couch, huffing softly. The atmosphere remained lively, but now, every laugh and every ignored word stung a little.
Heeseung was the first to notice the shift.
He glanced at you, taking in your pouty lips, the way you hugged your knees to your chest, and the way you refused to even look in their direction. A small smirk tugged at his lips.
“Oh, no,” he murmured under his breath, already knowing exactly what was happening.
He leaned closer, his voice softer now. “Baby? What’s wrong?”
You didn’t answer, still staring at the couch cushion like it had personally offended you.
Heeseung chuckled, nudging you gently. ���Angel.”
Nothing.
Now, the other members were catching on.
“She was just talking a lot a second ago,” Jake whispered.
Sunghoon glanced at you. “Oh, she’s mad.”
Heeseung ignored them, his attention fully on you. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Sweetheart, are you upset ‘cause nobody was listening?”
You hated how well he knew you.
Still, you stayed silent, hugging your knees tighter.
Heeseung sighed dramatically before pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. “C’mon, princess,” he cooed, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Tell me everything.”
The members exchanged glances, but none of them said anything. This was just how Heeseung was with you.
You sniffed. “You weren’t listening…”
His heart clenched at how small and sulky your voice sounded.
“I know, baby,” he murmured, rubbing circles into your back. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t very nice of us, huh?”
You pouted, finally looking at him. “…No.”
Heeseung kissed your cheek. “Go on, angel. Tell me again. I’m listening only to you now.”
You still hesitated, but with Heeseung’s warm hands rubbing your back, his eyes soft and full of affection, you couldn’t hold out for long.
So, with a small huff, you started retelling your story—all while Heeseung held you, nodding along, humming in response, and making sure you knew that this time, you had his full attention.
Because to him, you were always the most important thing in the room.
As you continued talking, you suddenly stopped mid-sentence and glanced at Heeseung expectantly.
“I’m thirsty,” you announced, voice sweet but firm.
Without hesitation, Heeseung adjusted his grip around you. “I’ll get you something, baby.”
Jake raised an eyebrow as Heeseung got up. “She literally just sat there and demanded a drink?”
Sunghoon sighed. “Of course she did. She acts like she’s royalty.”
You simply blinked at them, clearly unbothered. “I don’t act like royalty. I am royalty.”
Jay groaned. “Heeseung, you’re the problem. You let her get away with anything.”
“Uh-huh,” Heeseung responded dismissively, already returning with your drink. “Here you go, angel.”
You smiled, taking a sip, only to hold it back out to him. “Hold it for me.”
Without even questioning it, Heeseung held the glass while you took another sip.
Jake shook his head. “She’s so spoiled.”
Heeseung leaned down, kissing your forehead. “Of course she is. She’s my princess.”
Satisfied, you nuzzled into Heeseung’s chest, letting out a soft sigh. “That’s why I love you the most.”
He smirked. “I know, baby.”
And just like that, your mood was completely restored—all because Heeseung had given you exactly what you wanted, like always.
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Yandere Contained Monster Family (5)
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Rules | Kofi | Masterlist
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“Darling good to see you!!”
The vampire who was snarling at you just a week ago was reaching out to you with open arms 
Of course, it’d be a death sentence for him if you returned the gesture 
So you settled with a wave and read out the same warning that came with every check up
“Now as we begin your examination, you cannot cut, snap, outwardly threaten, vocalize aggressively to the guards present. The same actions towards me will result in a 40 hours subject to forceful neutralization. So do you agree to the terms?”
“I do!”
Letting the scientists and taser-wielding guards enter his enclosure you stood in the usual place to keep his attention
“So did you watch our video?”
Remembering the conversation you had with his werewolf husband you figured there was something important they wanted to say
“Unfortunately I haven’t. Work’s been hectic lately with so many new arrivals.”
Villar pouted, crossing his arms 
Of course the guards and the scientists all reacted as though he’d swiped at them 
Holding your hand out to tell them to continue you worked to make sure he kept busy talking to you
Wouldn’t want your only vampire to die because the team was jumpy
“Don’t be upset it was on my list of things to do today.”
Villar huffed, “Good. It would have been better to tell you in person but we’ll make do with what we have.”
“Is it anything you can give me a hint to now?”
A smile spread across his face 
“I think it’s best you see the video first then I think you’ll be rushing to talk to me.”
You left shortly after his ominous hint, promising you’d look at the video
There were quite a few other monsters you had to speak to and appease before you were finally able to make it to the records room
Pulling up the date of their scheduled meeting it was easy to use your ID card to declassify the video
“There you two are....so what exactly did you want to show me?”
The video started normally an operator warning them of the consequences before the gate pulled up no longer separating their cages
Faster than the cameras could clearly decipher they were on each other 
Kisses and hugs shared between the two as they whispered something to one another
Keeping the volume up, you watched them recount their experiences and how terribly they missed one another
Sounding like desperate star-crossed lovers in a soap opera
It wasn’t until they stopped their movements to look up at the camera 
Almost staring into your soul
Red and white eyes stare into the camera and you feel your heart began to beat faster
Did you overexert yourself today?
Take too many anti-depressants?
Why was it doing this?
It couldn’t be that those eyes made those fuzzy memories a tad clearer
Or that the sight of them sided by side reminded you of something you were sure you’d forgotten
“We have something to tell you!” “We actually are-”
But then the video cuts
A warning from the company plays 
“BEWARE THE REST OF THE VIDEO HAS BEEN FLAGGED FOR SEXUAL INTERCOURSE BETWEEN EXPERIMENT SUBJECTS UNLESS YOU ARE PART OF THE RELATIONS COMMITTEE THAN PROCEED WITH CAUTION–”
That was all you needed to hear before cutting the video 
“I guess they just wanted me to know just how…deeply in love they are…Good for them.”
Did this lower your opinion of the two?”
No Yes
Even humans who are in captivity for too long act a certain way perhaps this is just a side effect
You weren’t sure why they’d want you to see but in the end that’s not your problem
So the next time you see Rod who’s unusually more active when he sees you 
You do your best to muster a normal smile
“So you saw the video? What did you think? How do you feel?”
“Well, I’ll let you know, that when you two get together it’s worth a whole censor warning from this facility and we’ve recorded slimes ‘having fun’ with our employees. And the thing where you looked in the camera right before was very meta. If you two ever get out here I’m sure there’s a market for that kind of thing.”
“What…?”
Unfortunately, Rod eventually gathers what you think you saw and not what they originally said
He sadly goes back to his spot in the corner as he sulks 
For a minute he really thought they’d beaten him 
Well with this new road block they might never get the chance to convince you otherwise
If that’s the case no one needs to hold back anymore
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 17 hours ago
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The Dollhouse 5
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as fear, coercion, violence, noncon/dubcon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk. 
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. 
Summary: Five girls move into a shared residence for the upcoming school year but not all is as it seems. 
Characters: Jonathan Pine, Captain Syverson, Steve Abnesti, Lloyd Hansen, and Peter Parker 
This fic features five named readers; Ann, Lulu, Polly, Barbie, and Molly. This chapter features Ann and Lulu. Please note that characters may switch but will maintain second-person POV.
Note: Hello again.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3 
Love you all until you can’t stand it. Take care. 💖 
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You wake up to the acidic clench of your stomach. You lurch up and cover your mouth, dizzy as you nearly fall off the edge of the bed. Your insides are on fire and your head is pounding. Oof, why do people drink if this is how it makes them feel? 
“Lu,” Barbie startles you as she tickles your back, “are you alright?” 
“Hmmph,” you keep your lips sealed as a swell rises from your stomach. 
You must be in her room. You can’t see much in the dark which does little for your drunken disorientation. You stand and stumble around with one hand on your stomach, the other reaching for escape. 
“Oh, if you’re going to be sick, there’s a bucket--” 
She turns on the lamp and you spin around. You stagger and fall to your knees as you hug the bin next to the bed and hurl. You can taste the alcohol and the fruity mixer through the bile. You heave until your guts are dry and achy. 
“I’m so sorry, Lu,” Barbie shimmies over the bed and takes the glass of water from the night table. “We should’ve slowed down.” 
“Urgh,” you accept the cool glass and take a large gulp before resting it against your temple. “My own fault. I coulda stopped.” 
She gives a soft smile. Her make-ups all gone but her natural appearance is somehow even prettier. She looks like one of those perfect celebrities in a skincare add. 
She sidles along the bed and stands. She crosses the room and takes a box. She pulls free a wipe and offers it. 
“You should get all that off before you break out,” she hands you the makeup wipe. 
“Oh, uh...” you set the glass on the table and look down embarrassed. You giggle. You must look a mess. “Thanks.” 
“I didn’t want to do it myself in case I woke you up,” she explains. 
She wears a strappy nighty. Dove grey silk trimmed with white lace. She looks like a grown woman while you feel like a little girl on the floor. 
“I uh,” you wipe your cheek. “I should go dump this and brush my teeth.” 
“Yeah, uh, well, if you want to hang out in here the rest of the night, it’s fine with me.” She offers. You nod as you stand. She chews her lip and rubs her arm, “can I tell you something?” 
You giggle nervously, “sure?” 
“I... I might be a bit drunk still but I’m a bit freaked out by this place.” 
Your expression slackens. Hearing her say your feelings aloud is sobering. “Me too,” you confess. “The first week here, alone...” 
“Well, we’re all here now, so hopefully it’s not as bad,” she shrugs. 
You scrunch your mouth. “I think I’ll take you up. I’m just going to go clean off.” 
“Sure, that’s... that’s fine.” 
You lift the bin and sway, just a bit. You feel her watching you, it makes you feel a bit better. You’ve never been drunk before and she seems to know what she’s doing. It’s also comforting to know that someone like her could ever be nervous. 
You find the bathroom across the hall and pour your puke down the toilet. You rinse it out and leave it in the tub to dry. You open the drawer you labeled as your own and fish out your toothbrush. You scrub away, basking in the minty freshness, and your eyelids start to droop. 
All at once you’re awake. There’s a crash so loud it feels as if it shakes the house. You hear a girl cry out from downstairs and you spit into the sink. You drop your tooth brush and hurry into the hallway. Barbie meets you there as she charges out breathless. 
“What was that?” She asks. 
You look at her and shake your head. You were going to ask her the same. Another door opens and Polly emerges rubbing her eyes, a mask pushed up above her brow. She wears satiny pajama pants and a matching button-up. 
“What the heck are you doing out here?” She grumbles. 
Ann charges out in high alert and scuffs to a halt. She wears a long band tee and shorts. She looks terrified as she grips a wooden hair brush in her hand. She peers down at it and gives a nervous grimace. 
“Do you think it was Molly?” You ask and tinkle with frightened laughter. 
You stare at each other, exchanging horrifying looks, then turn to face the stairs. You gulp as you listen to the lull. Tension roils up as you try to hear anything. If that was Molly, she must be really hurt. 
You’re the first to move, not out of bravery or anything of the sort. You only know that if it were, you, you’d want someone to help. Barbie calls after you and follows and the clamour of the girls' footsteps echo your own. 
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You don’t drink. You were always too afraid to try. You don’t like the idea of losing control. Still, you didn’t want to be left out. Not again. 
Your eyes feel like they’re rolling in their sockets. You groan and cover your head with your arm as you try to hold the pieces together. Slowly, you turn onto your back and take a deep breath. It makes your stomach curdle. 
The swishiness in your belly, the rippling shadows of your vision, it feeds into your anxiety. You’re fully awake as you struggle to clasp onto some semblance of control. 
You force your eyes to focus and let out a yipe at the tremour of light in the window. You sit up so fast you keel over your lap. You cradle your head and heave. If you do that again, you’re going to be sick. 
Why did you give in to peer pressure? The girls are nice but you’re not a drinker. You’re not cool like them, so why did you try to keep up with them? 
You sit up and stare at the window. You squint at the shadow of a tree branch. You’re still drunk and you’re seeing things. You wince but can’t make yourself lay down. You feel like if you do, you might wretch up all that pizza. 
You get up and drag your feet across the room. You hover before your door and slowly push down the handle. You poke your head out first and check back and forth that the coast is clear. You emerge and traipse sluggishly down the hall. 
As you come around the corner to the bathroom, the figure standing by the window startles you. You gasp as Peter turns, the moonlight streaming in limning his features. He wears only a pair of sweatpants as he faces you. 
“Hey, did you hear it too?” He asks. 
You hesitate and clutch your hands over your boiling stomach, “hear what?” 
“Something in the back yard....” he looks out again. “Or someone.” 
You inch forward and hug yourself. Your teeth chatter as you get closer, the intensity of his gaze worries you. He searches outside as he leans into the glass. 
“I... I thought I saw something but... I was just getting up too...” your mouth is dry and acrid. “I think I drank too much.” 
“You girls sure got into the punch,” he agrees though his tone is heavy, his attention still boring into the yard. 
Suddenly, he nudges you out of the way and stomps past you. Your stomach flips but in a much different way. What’s going on? Why is he acting like this? 
You spin and follow him, “Peter?” 
“Molly, you should go to your room.” He hurls over his shoulder. 
“What? Why?” 
“There’s someone out there,” he stops by the back door. “I just saw them. Go. Call Jonathan.” 
“Oh, but... Peter--” 
“Go to your room, now,” he faces you and grabs your arms. “If you see them, tell the others to do the same.” 
You stare at him through the dim. You can’t see much but you feel the direness in his grip. You nod and gulp. He lets you go and you stumble away. The lock of the door flips back loudly. 
You scurry back to your room and scramble for your phone. You can’t remember where you put it. It’s not by your pillow or on the night stand. It’s not in your bag either. Nothing on the desk. 
“Hey...” you hear Peter’s holler through the window. You go to look through as he stomps out with the broom in hand. “Hey, get the hell out--” 
A large silhouette appears before him, ominous as it remains concealed in the shadows of the hedges. Peter continues to shout as he braces the broom for his defense. You heart hammers in your chest. This place is supposed to be secure, that’s what Jonathan said. 
Your panic flows through you like ice. You race back out to search for your phone in the common room. You had to have left it there. You stop yourself from turning on the lights. You don’t want to give yourself away. 
You feel around the table, then around the ping pong table, but you don’t find anything. You go back to the kitchen and scour the counter blindly. 
A scuff sounds from just inside the backdoor and you freeze where you are. You peer over as another large shadow enters. It’s too big to be Peter. You don’t hear him either. Oh no. 
“I called the cops,” you lie as the stranger turn to you. He chuckles. “So you better go--” 
“Ah, you did?” He wonders in his baritone and raises his hand, wiggling a small rectangle. The phone lights up in his grasp, your flowery wallpaper glaring in your vision. “How exactly did you do that?” 
Your heart thumps and you back up. You twist around and charge around the other side of the island. He’s too fast. He grabs you around your waist and lifts you off your feet. You kick and flail, your foot cracking off the corner of the island. 
“Now, calm down. I don’t gotta hurt you if you just behave,” he growls. 
“No, no,” you chafe his forearm in your hands as you writhe. “Please, don’t hurt me--” 
“I told you, just stop--” 
You swing your head forward then lurch it back. Your skull bounces off his nose and he grunts. In an instant, you’re flying through the air. You crash against the wall then land heavy on the floor. The air is knocked out of. 
The man coughs and snarls, “well, I guess this is how we’re doing it.”  
He horks and spits on the floor as he closes in on you. He pushes you down with sole of his foot and bends over you. He flashes the phone light in your face and you just catch a glimpse of blond hair and a square jaw. It’s the same man you saw through the window earlier. The one they said was supposed to keep you safe. 
“I thought you were a sweet one,” he growls and grabs you by the neck. 
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Lulu runs down the stairs. Barbie calls her name and follows. You’re the next to break into action.
Your steps are clumsy in your descent, fighting not to barrel into the backs of the others. You hear a huffing snarl from further back in the house. Is this some drunken nightmare? 
“Molly?” Lulu squeals and runs down the hallway. 
Barbie reaches to flip on a light switch but nothing happens. The house remains dark as she tries again. You grip the brush in your hand tighter. Your phone is upstairs. 
You slip by Barbie as Polly squeaks behind you. You follow Lulu’s pattering feet and she suddenly yipes as her figure is snatched out of sight. You slide to a halt and raise the brush. What the hell is going on? 
You hear a cry from behind you and spin around. Barbie’s tangled with another man, swatting at him as he holds Polly by her throat. You go to help but hear Lulu again. She whimpers and pleads. 
“Please, please, don’t--” 
You’re dizzy, tipsy even, as you’re split between what way to go. What is this? It can’t be real. 
Barbie scratches the man’s face and he roars, flinging her as Polly kicks his leg. They have each other, Lulu doesn’t have anyone and you have no idea about Molly. Or Peter. 
You turn and hurry down the hall towards Lulu’s smothered cries. There’s hushing back at her, coaxing even. You search back and forth but you can’t see where she is. You hear something from Molly’s open door.  
You twist back and creep down, brush raised like a paddle, read to pour down one whoever dares to attack. You hear the struggle by the entry way, Barbie and Polly’s sneers battling with the man’s grunts. As you get closer to the door frame, the light from the common room blips on, then the one above you. 
The air stills and you face the figure standing in the archway beside you. Jonathan tilts his head as his lips curve slightly. He tuts and shakes his head. You don’t wait, you swing. He catches the brush easily and throws you away so the door frame hits between your shoulder blades. 
“Ladies,” he calls through house. “My associates are not so kind as myself, so I suggest you recall your manners. I’d hate for etiquette to go out the door so quickly.” 
You gape up at him in horror, your spine aching and your lungs on fire. It can’t be him. How could he do this? You look around as the whines and wails of your roommates build in a cacophony of fear. Your lip trembles as your mind echoes the undergirding suspicion. 
It's all too good to be true. 
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@sunsetandevningstar wanted to see some of the Maddie Fix-It from my WIP list. She confronts Tommy at a farmer's market after eavesdropping on a conversation he has with a vendor he knows. I channeled a lot of protective sibling rage into this, but also Maddie is ultimately a sweetheart so it doesn't last.
“You broke his heart!” She’d really intended to keep calm, but she also wants to throw Tommy in front of a moving semi. “You idiot, you fucking idiot, how dare you run away from him? He’s had enough of that his entire life, you weren’t supposed to do it, too.”
Tommy looks shell-shocked, which is fair. He probably hasn’t had a lot of crying, upset, angry women confront him in the middle of a farmer’s market on a Sunday. Maybe if he had, he wouldn’t have done something so stupid.
“I didn’t mean to—” he starts, and she cuts him off with a shake of her head and a finger in his face.
“No! That’s not how this works,” she says, trying to swallow around the burning rage in her throat. “No one means to do it to him, but they do it anyway, and then he moves on and thinks that maybe, maybe this is going to be the time it doesn’t happen. Because he’s a good person, and he thinks other people are good, even when we’re not.”
She wipes her eyes, because she can’t see Tommy’s face anymore. When her vision’s clear, he looks shattered, which gives her a kind of vicious satisfaction.
“I’m a runner,” she says, watching the way his gaze drops to the concrete between them. “I ran from home, I ran from him, I ran from my ex, from Chimney, from our daughter—and only one of those times was a good idea. And I thought maybe that means it’s the right choice every time, and it’s not. I don’t know when it worked out for you, and I’m glad it did, but that’s not now. That’s not him.”
Tommy’s jaw is clenched and trembling, and she’s short enough that she can see tears roll down his cheeks even with his head down. The part of her that wants to avenge her brother’s heartbreak seems to have been appeased, because she just feels sad for him. They’re about the same age, but he looks so young and sad and lost.
“He doesn’t always do things in the right order or say the things he really means, because he gets excited,” she says, stepping closer and putting her hands on his ridiculous biceps. “But I thought you understood that.”
“I do,” Tommy says, his voice raw and choked.
“I know,” she says, feeling her eyes burn with more tears. “I was scared, you know? My baby brother was throwing himself into another relationship, and I got worried. But I saw you two together, and I stopped being scared. I let my guard down with you and let you into my life and my daughter’s life and trusted you with my brother’s heart, because you seemed to understand him better than anyone else I’ve ever seen him with. Whatever you’re thinking about yourself is coming from a monster that’s been feeding you lies. What I saw, what I heard, was something real.”
When he finally looks at her, she stands on her toes and pulls him into a hug. She’s gotten really good at making up the difference of a foot in a hug and taking care of her giant of a brother, but Tommy collapses into her and she puts a foot back to keep herself from toppling. She wonders if anyone has hugged him at all since the break-up, if he’s been isolating himself from everyone the same way he’s isolated himself from the 118. She knows it’s exactly the kind of thing she’d do.
“C’mon,” she says, rubbing between his shoulder blades. “I know our five minutes aren’t up, but you need to sit down.”
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philomenas-stuff · 3 days ago
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Hey! You have paid great attention to Nurppi moments, so I wanted to know your thoughts on the kiss at the harbour. Why do you think Karppi pulled away? It couldn't be that she didn't feel the same way. So what was the problem? Was it the timing, Nurmi's unstable emotional state, the revelation about Henna?
Thanks for asking, I love talking about Nurppi. I’m not sure either of them really knows what they feel at this point, but I do have a view on why she rebuffed the kiss.
1. Emil is playing up
2. Routa injured her the night before
3. She and Nurmi have been up most of the night going through missing drug dealers
4. Henna’s now in hospital and she’s just realised Nurmi was right when they had the row in the scrap yard, which pisses her off
5. He’s just admitted he ignored Henna’s cry for help
6. To top it all, he’s just announced that he’s fathered a child by the ex-girlfriend whose existence he lied about
7. It’s the first real indication since ep 1-10 that he might actually be interested
I think those are all pretty good grounds for wondering why on earth this man wants to kiss her now, though we can surmise
1. He’s wanted to for a very long time
2. He’s upset - aahh - and needs more than a hug
3. He’s a bit of an ass when it comes to managing his feelings.
It’s a great moment, though. I wrote about it in one of my stories
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44611669
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queer-reader-07 · 1 year ago
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it is so vitally important to me that aziraphale and crowley not only love each other but choose to love each other.
i don’t want it to be fate. i don’t want it to be god’s will. i want it to be a conscious and continuous choice.
i want aziraphale choosing every day of his goddamn existence to love crowley and all that he is. i want aziraphale choosing to love crowley not in spite of being a demon, but because he is a demon. i want aziraphale choosing to love crowley’s curiosity and creative wonder. i want aziraphale choosing to love crowley’s love of plants and gardening.
i want crowley choosing to love aziraphale’s passion for books. i want crowley choosing to love aziraphale’s desire to do things the human way even if he could just miracle it. i want crowley choosing to love aziraphale’s angel-ness because it is a fundamental part of him.
i want aziraphale choosing to love everything about crowley and vise versa. and i want it to be a very conscious and intentional choice.
it being fate negates the entire point of the story. good omens is a love story between an angel and a demon, yes. but that’s not all that it is. it’s a story about two occult/ethereal beings who choose humanity over the great plan. two beings who choose the world over armageddon. and they make those choices because despite it all they have chosen to fall in love with the world and with humanity.
it only makes sense that they choose each other. that they choose their love. it being fate or god’s will ruins the foundational pillar of their relationship. that they choose each other over and over and over again. year after year, century after century, time and time again. they always choose. they choose the arrangement, they choose saving the other from harm, they choose lying to protect the other.
it is always a choice. and it better stay a choice or i am going to be so devastated.
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s-ccaam-era-crepe · 2 days ago
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god !!!!!!
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lightblueminecraftorchid · 1 year ago
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being sick as an adult sucks. wdym my mom won’t just automatically make sure I eat food instead of exclusively drinking Gatorade all day. wdym I have to ask my roommates to make me dinner. I have to Venmo a friend money to buy me more Gatorade?? I can’t focus enough to do homework??? I hate this.
#this is a silly haha humor post but in all seriousness.#COVID rly is just making me stare all the internalized ableism in the eye#yes worth isnt defined by productivity and disability and the idea of being a burden is part of being human and isn’t shameful at all#until I have to minorly inconvenience people to meet my basic needs#I really want to eat dinner but that would require asking my roommates to make me dinner which is just. 5 kinda of mortifying.#even though if someone I knew was sick I would not be upset about making them food! sick people need to eat!#my parents ordered me chipotle yesterday bc they were so concerned bc of how I sounded over the phone#and my friend went out and bought me juice and Gatorade and popsicles and took me to the doctor#the support system Exists I just feel bad about having to use it T-T#I just want to be hugged and read to and reminded to eat food but I am an adult now and not at home#lonely TT-TT#it’ll be okay I’m probably just emotional bc I’m sick and hungry#I also just am struggling so hard because I want to catch up on my classwork Right Now#but I can get through maybe one assignment before I’m too exhausted to keep sitting up#and I have to lay down and close my eyes and sleep or do a light activity like playing candy crush for the fifty bazillionth time#I’ve gotten through like. 100 levels this week.#I’m losing my dang marbles. I am gonna be so behind in ASL Susan is gonna be so disappointed in me#I feel like I have all this energy when I’m laying down bored but as soon as I sit up I feel like I’m floating and about to fall over#so. so tired. why can’t I be healthy already and do homework T-T.#I’m choosing to take this as a lesson to slow down and not overwork myself so hard. instead of being mad at myself for getting behind.#<- is trying and failing not to be mad at herself for getting behind
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maiteo · 1 year ago
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can’t watch meu porto just know this is me🫶🏽🐉
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merriclo · 2 years ago
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ahsjkds rant/vent in the tags
#i fucking LOVE having to hug my friend as they sob bc our rights r actively being revoked#i’m literally 16 years old. i don’t even have my permit yet.#it shouldn’t be up to us kids. i shouldn’t have to tell them that we’ll fix it and make it all ok one day#it’s not that fucking hard to let trans people exist. it’s really not.#and yet#i just. ughajdnfjkw#they were sobbing. and all i could do was promise that i’d try and fix it.#i’m pissed and tired and upset and all i can do about it is hope that my emails and club speeches actually do something while i wait#there are wonderful adults who are fighting for us and i cherish them greatly#but that doesnt change the fact that the government - the very people i was raised to believe we’re there to protect me - is actively#passing laws in favor of my suicide.#and the only thing i can do about it in the meantime is comfort my friends and hope they give my email the light of day#it’ll be okay. we can fix this and save our community. i know we can.#i just wish this wasn’t something we have to do in the first place#this is gonna sound indelicate but i wish i still flinched when getting called a faggot#i’m not sure if this makes sense but it feels like i lost something when i started teaching myself to remain neutral in the face of bigotry#i want to be mad and upset but instead i’m carefully crafting how im perceived and judged at every moment#where’s the justice in me forcing myself to watch bigoted videos at the age of 14 so i wouldn’t be caught off guard or shocked when harassed#tell me where the fuck the justice is in that.#sorry for all this rambling i’m just upset
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tojbnuy · 2 months ago
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by popular demand and since i hit 1k! here’s a part 2 💞 find part one here! art by @ _3aem on twt!!
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bestfriend!satoru who always takes you on late night drives if you’re feeling upset. he’ll buy you something sweet and when he drops you back home he’ll always leave you with a little kiss. he doesn’t want his favourite girl being sad.
bestfriend!satoru who absolutely adores the way you smell. everytime he’s near you in class he places his hands out for some of your hand cream and he sits there sniffing his hands afterwards.
bestfriend!satoru who will always suggest a horror movie when it’s movie night with your friends. he knows it’s only a matter of time before you’re freaking out and you’ll climb into his lap. ‘sshhh you’re okay baby i’ve got you’ and while you’re distracted his hands will find their way under your top and start stroking your back and tummy.
bestfriend!satoru who insists on massaging your back when you come round. ‘take your top off baby it’s just me’. he’s working on getting you to take off the bra too, all in good time.
bestfriend!satoru who is so used to you wearing long sleeved and baggy hoodies that the random times you wear something that clings to your figure he all but passes out. suddenly his hands are all over you and to everyone else in the room you probably look like a couple. (just how he intended)
bestfriend!satoru who insists kissing your best friend on the lips is normal. it’s cute. ‘come on baby another one. i’m your best friend’. is using tongue normal? he doesn’t care.
bestfriend!satoru who wears compression shirts around you all the time because he overheard you talking about how much you like guys with big biceps. he doesn’t want to sound big headed but he’s caught you staring a few times now.
bestfriend!satoru who goes through your underwear drawer when you’re not present. he wanted to know your cup size but the pink and the lace got him distracted.
bestfriend!satoru who really is such a perv when it comes to you. he can’t help it you’re like a drug. sometimes he knocks his pen off the table because he knows your sweet self will quicky bend over to retrieve it for him. he’s left with the adorable sight of your panty clad ass, white ones today just how he likes. ‘thank you baby.’ ‘you’re welcome toru.’ god you’re just so cute.
bestfriend!satoru who helps you dye your hair. he doesn’t care that he’s leaving with splotches of black on his arms and hands. it’s worth it when you give him those big hugs with your arms wrapped around his neck.
bestfriend!satoru who is in love with your handwriting. ‘course a pretty girl has pretty handwriting’ it’s all cursive and slanted, he even makes jokes about you writing something for him to get tatted.
bestfriend!satoru who knows you love to cuddle. he was never much of a cuddler himself but he would have to be sick to pass up on the chance to hold you. ‘no of course i dont mind pretty.’ your head lays on his chest and one of your thighs covers his stomach. he could die like this and he would die happy. (preferably he would die in between your thighs but)
bestfriend!satoru who gets upset when you’re laughing a bit too loud when talking to suguru. he knew for a fact suguru was not that fucking funny.
bestfriend!satoru who absolutely abuses pet names when it comes to you. His baby His pretty girl His dolly
bestfriend!satoru who’s always patting your bum. for what reason who knows.
part 3 !! part 4 !!
taglist : @haruhatake @moncher-ire @startwithrecords @ranatherealestsigma @chjinua @whozeurdaddy @sukuxna0 @purp1eha1o
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celesteleoves · 9 months ago
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hcs of bakugou / todoroki being a hardcore simp for reader maybe?
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“I WANNA BE YOURS.”
KATSUKI BAKUGOU/SHOTO TODOROKI x fem!reader.
summary: what the request said!
warnings: swearing (bakugou…), mentions of todoroki’s childhood (very brief), that’s it i believe!
a/n: i love this request. i hope i wrote this to your liking!
BAKUGOU KATSUKI —
he is a very subtle simp. you probably wouldn’t even think he liked you if you guys weren’t already dating. the way he shows his love for you is… questionable.
he does the simple things like following you around like a lost puppy (even though he swears he does NOT) .
he’ll definitely demand you never leave his side so he can always be there to protect you.
“you’re so weak, you need me to be there to protect you at all times.”
you’ll just nod, enjoying your boyfriends presence. (he’s actually geeking over you aswell and the fact you grace him with your presence).
he takes you everywhere with him and doesn’t care about what anyone says. oh, aizawa paired him up with kirishima? you’re coming with. you can’t stay a second away from him before he’s rushing around like a headless chicken looking for you.
your biggest fan by far, anything you do he’s practically on the floor worshipping you. then the next second he’ll be calling your outfit disgusting in the sweetest way possible.
he’ll also deny the fact he’s a simp for you. one time, kirishima caught the poor boy gazing at you, dare i say LOVINGLY, across the room as you did a mundane task.
kirishima has never grinned wider than he did when he noticed this. your boyfriend noticed the quiet chuckles leaving his friend and turned towards him.
“what the fuck are you laughing at?”
“you stalking y/n!”
“I WAS NOT STARING AT HER.” sure… liar. you literally just outed yourself…
bakugou loved you, even though he shows it in his weird, weird ways.
SHOTO TODOROKI —
the sweetest, sweetest boyfriend ever. literally the ideal boyfriend anyone could have SIMPLY because of how doting he is towards his partner.
he’s absolutely enamoured with you. he isn’t shameful about it either! (referencing one of my other head-canons) .
this boy will downright show his love for you.
we all know shoto has a hard time with social cues, he blames it on his childhood and the lack of social times he had – always being isolated.
that’s also the reason why he doesn’t understand why he can’t stare you down like a hawk and not expect people to be slightly worried… why is he staring at you like he wants to eat you?
cuteness aggression is a thing. you both get it when you’re with each other.
you can’t believe you managed to secure this boy. he never opened up to just anyone, yet for you he made an exception. you flew that all the time.
meanwhile your boyfriend is still in denial you two are dating. every time you bring up your realtionship he’s blushing like a maniac and shying away from you.
your classmates notice the little things. such as you placing your phone face up only for it to be face down a couple seconds later because todoroki fixed it for you knowing you don’t want people staring at every notification on your phone (this is so me guys i’m sorry).
he is very attentive, he’s such a simp. he’ll pick up on the little things. sometimes, you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself.
there was definitely one time you had been making yourself a snack in the kitchen, forgetting to get one of your favourite piece of food for the snack .
once your snack was made, you frowned at the missing piece of your food you wanted.
starting to get upset, you looked around for something to make up for this.
“here.” a soft voice spoke causing you to relax at the sound of todorokis gentle tone.
“i can’t find my-”
“y/n. here.”
you looked at your boyfriends hand, noticing he was holding multiple variations of the missing food item you craved.
your lips trembled at his thoughtfulness and you pulled your boyfriend in for a hug as he returned it with a soft smile on his face.
he’s too sweet for you and such a simp!
a/n: guys, bare with me if there is spelling errors. this was not proof-read! i hope this was good enough, it was kind of short.
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melzula · 11 months ago
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well since requests are open i wanted to request a zuko fic?
zuko x waterbender reader in which someone from team avatar walks in on them kissing?
i feel like it’d be funny idk lol 😂
a/n: i love this trope it’s so funny. also it’s like subtly mentioned reader is a water bender since i didn’t wanna just shove it in there awkwardly. anyway hope you enjoy!
summary: a private moment between you and your boyfriend is interrupted by your unsuspecting friends
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“Are you sure no one saw you come in here?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Zuko says with a huff after closing the flaps of your tent. “You know, I’m starting to think you’re embarrassed to be seen with me.”
“You know that’s not true,” you argue with a frown. “I just enjoy having some privacy. I know those guys are going to make a big deal about us being together, and I just want to enjoy our relationship without having to deal with any prying eyes.”
“I know,” he admits with a sigh. “I’m just tired of sneaking around. Do you know how difficult it is not to kiss you or check on you after a fight with my sister? It’s torture.”
“It’s just until the war is over. There’s a lot at stake right now, and it would be a weird time to come clean. It’ll be over before you know it.”
“I hope you’re right,” Zuko murmurs with a frown, one that immediately melts away at the feel of your arms wrapping around his midsection. It’s hard to be upset when you’re smiling up at him with the purest look of adoration in your eyes. Despite everything, all of his flaws and mistakes and cruelty, you love him, and it fuels the warmth inside of his heart knowing he has someone like you. Maybe he would have joined the Avatar and his friends sooner if he knew it would lead him to you.
“At least we’re finally alone,” he notes with a faint smile before leaning down to press his lips against your own in a long awaited kiss. He hasn’t been able to give or receive affection all day, and it isn’t until now with your chest pressed against his own that he’s finally able to truly feel relaxed.
Unfortunately, you’re both too engrossed in each other to notice the rustling of your tent flaps as Sokka and Toph let themselves in without a second thought.
“Hey, y/n, Toph and I are gonna head into town, do you want to- oh, gross!” He cries after catching Zuko and yourself mid lip lock.
You both jump at the intrusion, knocking your head together on accident and groaning in unison at the impact.
“Sokka!” You cry out in embarrassment. “Monkey feathers, don’t you knock?!”
“It’s a tent! There is no knocking!” He yells back defensively, equally as upset as you are. “I can’t believe you guys were kissing!”
“We weren’t kissing,” Zuko argues, his face red with embarrassment. “We were… hugging… with our… mouths?”
“Oh, spirits,” you groan, your palm hitting your forehead in embarrassment at Zuko’s horrible attempt at lying. For a Prince, he has a terrible way with words. You’d think all that time spent with his Uncle would make his vocabulary more eloquent.
“If Toph could see she’d be very upset right now!” Sokka scolds, but the girl beside him simply shrugs.
“Actually, this works out great for me. Katara owes me five gold pieces now,” she says with a grin.
“You guys knew they were dating and didn’t tell me?!” The water tribe boy says in offense.
“I had a hunch, but Katara disagreed, so we made a bet.”
“Enough already! This is mortifying enough as it is,” you groan impatiently. “Sokka, we’ll talk about this later. For now, I need both of you out!”
After getting the two to leave the tent, you shut it closed with an irritated sigh. You’re absolutely humiliated, and you don’t think you can show your face to your friends ever again.
“So much for keeping it a secret,” the fire bender mutters.
“You,” you say with an accusatory finger pointed at the Prince, “need to learn how to lie better.”
“I know,” he admits meekly, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Sighing, you open your water pouch and tend to the growing bump on his head from your previous collision. You can’t stay mad at him when he looks so flustered and sweet, so instead you merely throw your arms around his neck and pull him back in for another kiss.
You can focus on coming clean later. For now, you just want to enjoy your moment of peace with the boy you love.
| zuko tags: @thebluelcdy @royahllty @the-firebender-girl @ilovespideyyy @yiyibetch @eridanuswave @lammello @a-monsters-love @knaite-solo @taeeemin @lora21
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wanderingwinds333 · 23 days ago
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My Sweetheart, Your Nightmare.
Pairing: Azriel X Reader
Summary: Having noticed that Elain clings to Azriel, Feyre mentions she thinks Azriel and Elain would be good together. Questions why the mother didn’t make them mates. Rhysand quickly lets her in on an important piece of information.
“‘Why not make them mates?” Feyre states as she witnesses her sister and Azriel down in the garden.
Rhysands eyes widen at his mates brazen comment and goes to interject but before he can she continues on.
“They look perfectly matched do they not? Two beautiful and caring people. Three sisters for three brothers just make sense?” Feyre says sounding upset.
“Feyre darling. It appears I’ve left out some pretty important information about this family. It’s my fault really, she’s been out doing my messy work for the night court this whole time. Keeping all the other threats at bay and …immobilizing them so Azriel has less work on his plate.” Rhysand rambles.
“What? I’m not following Rhys?” Feyre questions.
Rhysand sighs but goes to explain further.
“Azriel is only doing as I have asked in looking after Elain. He already has a mate Feyre. One he is very committed to. A female that you most certainly never want to hear the words you just spoke about your sister and him. She- “ a throat clears from behind them.
“SHE, is right here Rhysand.” A sultry voice states.
Rhysands eyes widen in what Feyre can only see as fear.
“Y/N! You are home! Oh Azriel is going to be thrilled, let me just go get him for you.” Rhysand quickly goes to grab Feyre and tries to leave but y/n has other plans.
Magic surges across the room and Feyres feet feel stuck to the floor. She turns her head to look at Rhysand and notices he is in the same predicament.
“Dammit” Rhysand whispers more to himself.
“Ah ah ah, Rhysie. That’s no way to greet your favorite sister in law. You haven’t even introduced me to your mate yet.”
Feyre turns to actually get a good look at the female that has somehow over powered the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court.
Ashen white hair, icy eyes, taller than most fae females, and she has a beautiful silhouette that filled out a pair of black leathers quite nicely, Feyre thought. Cauldron boil her, this female was gorgeous.
Before Feyre could find anymore of your perfections Rhysand interrupted her train of thoughts.
“Think less loudly Feyre Darling, I’m starting to become jealous.” Rhysand deadpans.
Feyre blushes and immediately looks down to her feet.
“You know I have that affect on most fae Rhysie. Don’t be a sour puss.” Y/n smugly states.
Y/n descends upon them and actually goes to bow before Feyre.
“It is an honor to officially meet you my High Lady. My name is y/n, assassin of the Night Court. Mate and wife of Azriel.” Y/N proudly states.
“I-it’s lovely to finally meet you y/n.” Feyre stutters out.
This female infront of Feyre is terrifying and ethereal. Feyre already knows she is lethal and all thoughts she had prior of how Elain and Azriel were perfectly matched go straight out the window. She can see it now…why the cauldron makes the pairings it does.
Y/N stands to her full height but all playfulness she exuded before is gone.
“I know you did not know of my existence until just now…so for that reason alone I’ll let your comments slide. But Azriel is MY mate and the saying ‘if I can’t have them, then no one can’ is very much the saying I live by when it comes to him.”
Feyre can only nod her head dumbfounded.
A second later shadows envelope the room. More lively than Feyre has ever seen them.
Azriel soon enters with a confused Elain in tow.
When Azriel lays his eyes on y/n, Feyre can quite literally see the tension leave his body.
“Sweetheart.” Azriel speaks so softly. He rushes to y/n and envelopes her in a hug that looks like it would hurt.
“Hi love.” Y/n whispers back just as soft and leans her forehead against his.
It’s an intimate moment that everyone else in the room feel like they are intruding on.
But one moment the feared shadowsinger and his mate were there…and the next gone.
Rhysand releases a breath that he had been holding.
“Well that was y/n. She’s half high fae and half witch. The people of Prythian call her Nightmare because fae parents tell their children if you don’t behave she’ll come in the night while you are sleeping and take you to her dungeon. Which isn’t totally untrue…it’s just criminals and murderers that she takes to her dungeon. You won’t see her or Azriel again until maybe two or three months from now .” Rhysand states.
“What? Where will they be?” Elain finally speaks.
After witnessing all she just had she can’t say she’s not a bit disappointed. It was obvious what you were to Azriel.
“Oh they are going to pick up their children from Azriels mom’s cottage and spend the rest of their time at their home.” Rhysand throws out casually.
“THEY HAVE CHILDREN? Rhysand what else have you conveniently left out?!” Feyre berates.
“….well I think that’s it honestly. OH they have a pet wolf who is very protective of the children. Also my niece and nephews, they enjoy tormenting people in different ways than their parents…mental manipulation. Just lock your mind up real tight around them. God I love them and proud they are all daemati like me but they once convinced me I had a thing for Beron for over a week until y/n realized what they were doing and made them release my mind.” Rhysand annoyedly admits.
Elain and Feyre can only stare at him in shock. He simply shrugs his shoulders like it was normal and walks off.
Elain breaks the silence and turns to Feyre. “I think y/n is going to end up being best friends with Nesta.” the two break out in giggles and they honestly can’t wait to see that unfold.
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celestiamour · 1 month ago
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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ stick with me ]❜
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━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹
ft. kang sae-byeok x f! reader — squid game
╰₊✧ finding out you’re also participating in the games & staying by your side throughout┊1.6k words
contains: mentions of canon-typical violence, open ending, season one spoilers, headcanons mainly, established relationship, sunshine (& kinda naive) x grumpy trope, sae-byeok being protective & the best gf, all of this is a little rambly like word vomit i hope you don’t mind
➤ author's note: squid game felt so empty without her like i adore all of the new women in season two but i missed her so much T-T
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╰₊✧ even if she doesn’t show it through her expressions, she’s really upset to find you in this situation— not because she’s mad at you, but because she’s mad at herself. she wonders what kind of awful girlfriend she must be not to have noticed you were struggling through debt like she was. now that she thinks about it, she realizes how painfully obvious it was with your strange behavior when it came to working any freelance job you saw a sign of (you weren’t a pickpocket like her, you would never commit any crime intentionally), and being overall stingy when it came to spending money on yourself. she might unintentionally give you the silent treatment for the first few hours simply because she feels terrible about it all but still doesn’t want you to leave her side despite that.
“are you mad at me because i didn’t tell you?” you whined, sticking by her side like a baby duckling with its mama and gently holding on to her arm because she wasn’t looking at you. “sae-byeok… i just didn’t want you to worry about me when you already had so much on your plate…”
she merely blinked in response, stone-faced like usual, making it impossible to determine what was going through her mind. there was a sinking feeling in her chest, the feeling of failing one of the few people she cared about.
“it’s okay… i get it… i’ll give you some space— just come look for me when you wanna talk, i’m going to talk with some of the other people here…” 
she suddenly grabbed you by the hand and dragged you back before you could move away, wrapping her arm around your waist in a protective manner, “no, i’m not mad at you, i promise. just stick with me, okay? i wouldn’t trust anyone here if i were you.” yes, the majority of people here seemed to be middle-aged people who were simply down on their luck. no, she didn’t believe there weren’t any bad ones who would easily take advantage of your kindness in such a large group of people.
you didn’t seem to quite understand what she meant in the last part, but you still cheerfully pulled her in for an embrace once she confirmed she wasn’t upset as you always did when a miscommunication was cleared up. (you didn’t see it, but she cracked a little smile when she hugged you back.)
╰₊✧ pushes you away the second she spots deok-su and quickly tells you to stay away while he confronts her about a past you didn’t know much about, making a scene in front of everyone and progressively getting more aggressive towards her. of course, once he makes his first swing, you immediately run in and start yelling at him to leave her alone when there were clearly more pressing issues at hand. when gi-hun interrupts because he wants to also confront her about something, you had to restrain yourself from pushing him away because you were a pacifist at heart and had been taught to respect your elders no matter what all your life. 
╰₊✧ later when you two join the little alliance gi-hun formed, she makes them keep an eye on you if she has to part from you for any reason. she knows that bastard would make a beeline for you the second he sees you alone, and that bastard isn’t above playing dirty by hurting you or holding you hostage to get leverage on her. the guys find this to be so goddamn adorable and frequently tease sae-byeok for her obvious soft spot towards her girlfriend because they can tell she’s flustered despite how indifferent she may look. listening to you talk about her reminds them that she’s just another young woman who is trying to care for her loved ones and not the shady thief who works with gangsters they once thought she was. they also defend you guys from anyone being homophobic and swear that they will attend your wedding once they get out alive, noting they likely won’t have money for gifts after all the reward money goes toward paying off debt, but you tell them you would appreciate their presence anyway!
╰₊✧ after the first game when they vote all go home, she wants to make you swear on your life that you don’t ever go back to that dangerous place, but she knows how unrealistic that is. she now knows about the crippling debt you both have and it wouldn’t be long before the loan sharks will hunt you down to force you to do terrible things to pay it back. so on the last day of staying on the korean mainland, she coughs up the money to pay for a nice last date before the two of you willingly enter what you believe to be the closest thing earth has to hell.
╰₊✧ instead of the dangerous, loner vibe she has in the original, when she has you by her side, she has the aura of a mama bear— which is fitting considering you’re like a little cub. she’s very protective of you and gives everyone a look that says “hurt her and i’ll kill you” to shut down any possible schemes before they start and helps you out during all of the games because she doesn’t want to risk anything happening to you. it might feel a bit infantilizing to you, but she’s just so terrified at the concept of you getting injured or worse.
red light, green light - keeps you behind her at all times, verbally reminding you not to panic even though she can sense you freaking out. might even hold your hand and guide you through it all, telling you to close your eyes and ignore the sound of bullets as she pulls you through the finish line. 
sugar honeycombs - tells ali to keep you company while she goes into the bathroom to sneak around the vents (he’s your best friend, by the way, the energy is immaculate) and immediately has you pick the triangle shape when lining up (there isn’t too much she needs to do because it’s one of the easier games for you to do).
special game (night of murder) - wants you to hide under the bunkbeds at first, a good idea until people started tipping them over. it’s difficult to find you with the lights flickering and with deok-su after her, so she has you met up with everyone else at gi-huns bed to protect each other. this battle is also likely the first time you cause bodily harm to someone else in self-defense, which will probably fuck you up especially if they are found dead later on. you’ll have some minor injuries, maybe a fractured rib or some cuts, but you’re still alive and that’s all that matters to sae-byeok.
tug of war - might look annoyed at your optimism to win with all the women and the old man on your team, but trust me, she really appreciates it since she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if you suddenly shut down and because you seem to keep their heads ups with your infectious smile. there’s not much she could do to help you out here as it’s a team effort, but she was half-tempted to bribe you into a team with all men just in case (and also because you looked like you were about to start a fight with sang-woo over him insisting that they needed more men and wanting to kick ji-yeong off the team) yet ultimately decided against it which turned out to be the best decision. 
╰₊✧ the games strengthen your relationship through all of the blood and trauma, sticking together through it all and taking care of each other in the lowest moments. you two often share food and sometimes even sleep in the same bed if the other needs comfort, which would be very cute if your hands weren’t constantly trembling from fear and your skin didn’t have little specks of dried blood all over. sae-byeok is tough and has seen her share of violence, but it was all things she was trying to hide from you and keep you safe from ever since she entered this relationship with you. no matter how much you try to assure her that you can handle it, the sinking feeling of failure never leaves her.
“i’m… i’m really scared…” you sighed, cuddling yourself into her side. the barracks were so quiet you could hear a pin drop, yet there was the almost suffocating looming fear of death haunting the place knowing so many souls died within these walls. it always felt so cold even under the blankets with the powerful air-conditioning, but the warmth radiating off of sae-byeok’s body felt like a sanctuary. 
“i know, i know,” she assured. there was a part of her that wanted to admit that she was scared too as she rubbed circles into your back to ease you to sleep, she didn’t dare to even think of her biggest fear in case it manifested into reality. she wouldn’t know what to do with herself in case it came true, so she chose to bury the thought of it deep down where she prayed it would never show itself again.
she dreams of winning these games with you, using the money to pay off all your debts, helping her mother escape north korea, to go towards her brother’s future, to helping the both of you start new lives where you both were accepted— all things she thinks of to push back all of the dark thoughts and help her sleep in your arms, forever by your side.
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kissitbttr · 2 years ago
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miguel putting up with his girl’s princess attitude
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“miguel!” you call out from the bathroom as your fingers delicately fix the straps of your bodycon dress. “can you come here for a minute?”
miguel sighs, this is the third time you keep calling him knowing how busy he is at the moment. work has gotten the best of him, and if reinventing new techs back to back isn’t enough to drain him, he has to keep up with your needs daily.
does he has the courage to say no to you, though? nope. as much as he hates to admit it because it’s embarrassing, he’s scared of you. if the spider society think that Miguel is too frightening then they have not seen you get mad or being a brat.
“coming, baby!” he walks out of his office while taking off his glasses, rolling the sleeves of his henley shirt to his elbows.
the bathroom door is left wide open, immediately seeing you standing before the mirror in a long and tight fitting grey dress that falls just around your ankles. and just like that, his annoyance completely washed off,
he takes a good look at you. eyes slowly observing every single detail of your face and down to your body. the way that dress hugs your curves and accentuate your best assets should be a crime,
God, you’re such a perfection.
“shut your mouth before you catch flies, babe” you jokingly say as your fiancee stares at you with his jaw slightly agape. “mind helping me?”
Miguel clears his throat after, slightly smirking as he shrug his shoulders. he leans against the door way with his arms crossed, eyes never leaving yours.
“you look absolutely divine, mi amor.” he comments, taking his lower lip between his teeth. “is that new?” he points at the dress,
rolling your eyes playfully, you try to keep your composure still. even after three years of dating—now engaged— he still manages to make your heart skips and create butterflies in the pit of your stomach,
“I know” you reply in confidence, winking at him which he chuckles in return. “and yes it is! it’s SKIMS! got it yesterday, does it look good on me?”
he frowns, tilting his head to the side. “baby, you already know the answer to that come on now… you make anything look sexy.” he strides closer to you as he stands from behind you, “now, què necesitas?” he questions, resting his hands on his hips
you find it attractive how he towers over you, and it’s one thing that you love about him. it’s not that you’re petite or anything. but compared to how tall and big he is, you’re definitely tiny.
“straighten my hair for me please? I can’t reach it” you pout at him through the mirror, “just this part right here” fingers move to the back to touch part of your hair,
“ay dios mio, woman… you’re lucky i love you” he teases before grabbing the iron from the sink. “going out with the girls, mami? i assume lunch?” he asks as he starts parting your hair with one hand,
your head shakes, straightening the dress. “no, I’m doing cake testing today and wedding dresses … Darla is bringing three more flavors.”
he stops what he’s doing, giving you a confused look. “alone? cariño why didn’t you tell me? you know I’d come with you” he feels a bit disappointed and now guilty that he’s busying himself with work and instead you’re left dealing with your wedding, alone.
his hand rests on your shoulder and you move yours on top of him. “hey, it’s okay, Miggy… you’ve been so stressed lately i do not want to put more pressure… it was last minute anyway, she texted me this morning.”
“you’re my girl, i would never be too busy for you.” he says almost too fast,
giving him a sincere smile, you nod your head. “yes… i know, baby. trust me it’s okay…plus it’s bad luck for the groom to see his bride in a wedding dress” you giggle a bit. “we can go over the seating arrangements again together, yeah? i promise” you plant a soft kiss on his finger,
Miguel exhales a sigh, still feeling tiny bit upset that he won’t be there to keep you company. “okay, fine… tell Darla that keep vegan options open for the cakes.”
“noted, honey.” you tell him as he continues to straighten your hair, “is everything okay with work?”
he nods, eyes too fixated on your long hair, not wanting to mess up a single strand. “just running over a few reports and fixing few minor defects on the techs and my suit…the last guy did quite a number on me.”
“hmm i love it when you speak science to me” you comment, watching him laugh a bit at your flirty remark. “but you still need to be careful. i do not want to see my future husband all bruised up when i walk down that aisle or else I’ll leave your ass.” your tone comes off demanding and firm, but it’s only because you care.
“yes ma’am” he replies, setting down the hot object down on the sink before slowly running his fingers through your hair. “there you go, baby” he moves your hair to the front, kissing your cheek and seeing you smile just makes him happy. knowing he’s done a great job.
turning around to face him, you stand on your toes to kiss his lips. “thank you, miggy… I’ll see you later, okay? we can go grab dinner outside and then movie night at 9?”
his heart warms at that and lips stretches into a large grin. “sounds like a plan.” then he lightly slaps your ass as you walk out of the door,
“let me know if there’s going to be bunch of assholes staring at you today, I’ll hunt them down and fucking kill them on the spot.” he mentions as if it’s nothing
and they say romance is dead.
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cake testing with miggy!
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