#and I was trying to help and doing everything cause it was my job

[gwennkoi]

The doors to the throne room opened with a boom as a woman dressed in red-lacquered armor stepped through. She held her flaming sword at the ready and called out, "King Renfrid Bedillion! In the name of the people, our country, and by the righteousness of the Goddess, I have come for your head and the throne!"

The king clapped from their throne in thunderous applause. "Bravo! Yes! That was the entrance I was hoping for! Oh, it was worth the wait."

The warrior stalked forward, peering for hidden assassins and guards, but the chamber appeared empty except for the king and herself. "I will have my vengeance and free this kingdom from your grip. Your guards will never make it in time."

The king laughed to themself, "Oh, of course not. I haven't kept guards in here for years." They stand up and lay their crown onto the throne. "I have left a series of scrolls hidden in a cache beneath the throne. They have information on which nobles I believe to be the most corrupt and are stealing from my-- well, now your--coffers. There are also some recommendations on which members of your new retinue can be trusted."

"You can not talk your way out of this, you vile tyrant. You will die by my hands this day." The woman has reached the steps to the throne and continued with divine purpose.

"Oh, I do hope so. Also, make sure not to keep going with the whole divine mandate to rule thing. I'm certain that's all made up by the church and the nobility as a way to keep the peasantry under their thumb. I had an idea to let everyone help choose who is in charge, but I couldn't figure out how to stop the nobility from rigging it in their favor. I'm sure you'll figure out a way around that. My reports about you say you're quite clever." The king knelt to the ground and offered his neck.

The people's champion raised her sword and stopped. She stood there poised to make her final strike but did nothing until the fury finally drained from her face, and she stayed her blade.

"Why aren't you defending yourself?!" The warrior demanded with irritation taking command of her emotions.

The king looked up into her eyes and gave a sad smile. "Oh, I've been trying to get deposed since before you were born. I've been trying to find a worthy successor, and the prophesy said you'd do the best job of it."

"Why in the Goddess's light would you want to be deposed? Do you not care for your own life? Could you not change the rules of our great nation? Why have you taken steps towards a great revolution?" Her fury was returning, but her sword no longer threatened the king.

"Oh, child, I have no idea what the world looks like beyond these walls. I have no idea what it is like to grow up farming the fields or being threatened by monsters. I am too far separated from the reality of my people. There were other potential deposers I could have offered my neck to, but they had no idea of the true responsibility of leadership and would only have caused turmoil. Now, take your prize." The king once more lowered his head.

"I cannot! You are not the tyrant the church described to me!"

The king looked up and laughed, "Oh, they put you up to this? I hadn't heard. Yeah, don't trust them. They only want more power like my grandfather gave them. They care only about larger cathedrals, larger tithes, and their whims to have royal backing."

The king stood and stretched their arms and legs. They put their hand on the warrior's shoulder and led them down the steps before the throne. "From everything I've gathered about you, young hero, you seem like the type of leader the nation deserves. And now that you have lost that fervor I was depending on, I must make other plans for being properly deposed."

"What do you mean, your majesty?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just sad because I had always liked the artistry of it. Shame." And with that, the king sprinted to the large stained glass window and leapt through it.

The king, after hearing the prophecy about a child fated to depose them, decided to just let the events play out without interfering.

[cxntcreature]

Lowkey I have a feeling that cause of all the drugs Namgyu sometimes can't get it up and then blames reader while calling her a cunt (but I kinda like..I'd help him get it up 😫😫)

NOTE — no but THIS IS CANON. like, namgyu is the type that blames everything and everyone else around him when something doesn’t work out (because it’s not him, at all. nope.) and especially when he can’t get it up it pisses him tf off! he’s feeling good and wants to fuck 😩 and when he can’t ooooo boy—

CW — fem/afab!reader, drug use, drugged-out!namgyu, mean!namgyu, namgyu lowkey bipolar, degradation + praise, name calling, dirty talk, reader is called a cunt, sloppy blow jobs, throatpie, absolute filth — mdni!

your jaw was staring to hurt and your tongue felt heavy as lead — but namgyu still had his fingers fisted in your hair and was still thrusting his hips up into your mouth.

but his dick stayed soft.

“goddamnit,” he seethed, eyes burning with frustration. “could you try harder, you fucking cunt? ‘m the only one doin’ anything.”

your heart swooped painfully but you obeyed his command, teasing his sensitive flesh with your tongue and hollowing out your cheeks to provide more stimulation — namgyu released a sharp moan as his dick twitched inside your mouth.

“that’s it, fuckin’ good girl. see? you jus’ had to try harder. knew you could do it.” soft words, spoken sweetly.

you were fairly used to namgyu’s one-eighties; used to being degraded and praised in the same exact sentence. in some way, you’d come to love that.

all his degradation just made his praise all the sweeter.

“fuck, hot fuckin’ mouth. that’s it, baby, jus’ like that—,” namgyu’s cock was growing, the salty flesh thickening against your tongue. “makin’ me so hard, fuuuuck. good girl.”

you can’t help but moan around his cock, the ache in your jaw suddenly replaced by a sort of vigor — you bobbed your head in the way he liked, soft hand wrapping around his base and twisting in time with your movements.

“shiiit, yeah— such a good lil’ bitch f’me. workin’ that cock like that.”

you couldn’t say you were necessarily working it; yes, it was in your mouth and you’d successfully managed to get it hard, but namgyu was the one fucking it into the wet heat of your mouth, moaning and groaning and spitting expletives as he did so.

his tip split your tonsils open and reached the back of your throat over and over, pulling gags and slurps from your lips. it all just had him twitching crazily, dick hardening even more the longer he fucked your mouth.

“fuck, that’s right. you’re not a useless cunt after all, huh?” namgyu moaned, and your eyes rolled back when the tips of his fingers scratched your scalp softly in a rather soft gesture. a stark contrast to the brutal, unforgiving thrusts of his cock. “nah, you’re my fuckin’ good girl. always doin’ right by me. fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

you couldn’t breathe, and your eyes stung with tears; but his words had you swallowing down every bit of discomfort you felt — you wanted him to cum, wanted to be a good girl for him, wanted to feel him release right into your stomach.

namgyu’s thrusts turned sloppy, feral and uneven, just trying to chase the high that was within reach. words became a thing of the past, replaced by grunts, groans and whines. his cock twitched once, then twice, and he let out a long moan as salty liquid squirted against the back of your throat.

namgyu kept your head held in place as he rode out his high with jerky, shallow thrusts, praises and pet names falling from his lips as his cock turned limp.

“good girl… fuck, don’t ever make me work that hard f’it again, yeah?”

[desceros]

ao3 is down and i want to write but i can't decide what so i'm coping with a quick soft leo leonardo/reader; gn reader; rated m. mentions of sex, brief allusion to an attempted drugging

That night, sixteen, twenty four hours before your first prom, you kiss Leo for the first time. 

“For practice,” you say sternly. “I can’t have my first kiss be with him.” 

“Why not?” Leo asks, obviously curious why you’re keeping something from your prom date like this. “Isn’t that exactly what prom’s for? What he’s for?”

“I want to be good at it,” you tell him. “I don’t want to mess it up.”

“But it’s okay if you mess up with me?” His brow ridge shoot up, causing you to roll your eyes and scoff. 

“Duh. You’re my best friend. Who cares if it sucks with you.” 

“Right. Totally makes sense,” Leo says, easily grabbing your chin between two fingers and leaning in.

It sucks, because it’s your first kiss—and, as far as you know, his too. A quick peck at first, not really accomplishing anything. Then a second one when you huffed in frustration, a third to try and line it up right, then a fourth once you mostly figure it out and want to see if you could get the whole “melting” thing down right.

By the time prom comes, and you sneak behind the gym to kiss your date, you have no idea which number he’d gotten. Only that he pulls away, dazzled, and you wonder why it doesn’t quite feel as good here as it had in a rail car bedroom.

****

When the time comes for you to go off to college, a new fear strikes you. It’s college. Expectations. 

Twisting your fingers together, you find your best friend and ask. 

“You—I’m sorry, you what?” he coughs, wiping away at the tea that had spluttered out of his mouth when you’d just spit it out. 

“I’m asking you to have sex with me,” you tell him again, straightening your spine. “I don’t want to go to college a virgin.” 

“Who cares about that?” he asks, dropping his comic book on the table next to his bed.

“I do!” you retort sharply, tossing your hands. “I don’t—I don’t want it to be with someone it’s not going to matter to.” 

Leo’s quiet as he studies you. “…It’ll matter with me?” 

“Of course. You’re Leo. My best friend,” you tell him earnestly. “I’ve always done everything with you first. And, y’know, I know you’ll treat me right. So.” 

“…I’ve not exactly done this before either, you know,” he says, gesturing at his face. “Not with this whole situation.”

Scoffing, you fold your arms. “What, like you aren’t hot anyway? Please. And I’ve seen you flirt with a sign post.”

“It was dark, okay!” 

Gingerly, you approach his bed, sitting on the side, wrapping your arms around your torso. “I’m only asking because I trust you. And that’s not to—pressure you or anything. I just—I’d prefer it to be you. Like everything else has.” 

Leo’s silent again. You wait, not looking at him, trying your best not to exude any influence at all. But then, fingers delicately skim the exposed skin of your shoulder to your neck, prompting a gasp as little goosebumps chase the thrill. 

“You sure?” he murmurs, ducking in close, tucking his beak into the crook of your neck from behind. "Because I'll do a really, really good job figuring it out."

Your fingers curl into the bedsheets you helped him pick out. You swallow. You nod. “Y-Yeah. I’m sure.” 

Months later, pulling your clothes back on after your first hookup, sneaking out of the dorm room back to your own, you think back to each orgasm Leo had pulled out of you that night, each gasp, each curl of toes and whimper and beg; so different from the mindless rutting and grunting and panting and sweat that had met you tonight.

****

The first time your girlfriend asks you to move in with her, it’s a bit of a red flag when your first thought is I need to ask Leo. 

She’s been kind of hinting at it, you realize, sitting at the little table in your apartment, staring at her pretty hand clasped in yours. We do so well together. Man the trip here is so awful. Your decor feels like home. When is your lease up?

Nausea billows as you realize that you’re in unfamiliar waters. Then, when your phone rings and you see Leo’s face on the screen, relief is a tangible spill of heat from your scalp to your soles. 

“Sorry, I—I need to get this,” you tell her, pulling your hand out of hers to reach for your phone. 

Her nose wrinkles. “Now? We’re kind of having an important discussion?”

“It’s Leo,” you tell her. It should be answer enough. 

Apparently, it is. But not for the question you think she’s asking. 

Two weeks later, the first time you're dumped by a long-term partner, it’s Leo’s shoulder that bears your tears, his hands that rub your back, his hushed hums that calm your hiccups. 

“Fuck her. She didn’t know what she had,” he tells you, his red crescent cheek pressed hard to your temple so you can’t see his face. “How lucky she was.”

****

The first time you get blackout drunk, it’s Leo’s bed where you wake. 

He pets your crown, rubs between your shoulder blades as you puke into his trash can, plays old Jupiter Jim reruns the both of you know by heart while handing you crackers to try and keep down. 

“You okay?” he asks, seeming more tender than you expect. Fragile, almost. Almost like he’s spun glass.

“What happened?” you ask, your voice but a croak. “I didn’t think I drank that much.” 

“You didn’t,” Leo says, petting you, nuzzling you, bracketing you in like the brick walls of a dragon-kept castle. “Don’t worry. Nothing happened. I made sure of it.” 

A few weeks later, when you return to that bar and the bartender apologizes profusely and promises next time the staff will watch your drink more carefully before handing it to you, that the guy in question was fired on the spot, you sip a coke instead and sit at the bar, staring at the rainbow collection of bottles, remembering, one by one, every pensive thought stained blue. 

****

The first time your heart clings to the lining of your throat, you’re looking at Leo. 

He does this, sometimes, when he’s goofing off with you. A little bit of roughhousing, like the two of you are still little kids throwing sand at each other on the playground again. 

“And what exactly are you going to do about it?” he asks, caging you in against the wall, forcing your chin to tilt, up up up, so you can meet his eyes. 

Oh, fuck. Since when has he been so… big?

“You okay?” he asks when you don’t respond, immediately dropping the act, checking in, putting his hands on your shoulders. “You’re kind of tense.”

“Great!” you manage to squeak, a pathetic excuse of a thing since your lungs aren’t quite cooperating and you can’t breathe.

Hours later, vibrator in hand, you come, over and over and over and over, each one imbued with all of the pieces of him that you’ve carried your life; the way he tastes, how his cock feels inside you, the warmth of his hugs, the ferocity of his protection, the enduring of his affection. On and on and on, until you’re sobbing into your pillow, not sure if it’s from the overstimulation or from the awareness that it will never, ever, be the same. 

****

The first time you say it, it’s to Leo. 

Because of course it is. It’s always been Leo, you think, smiling when he drops his water flask and it makes a mess on the gym floor. All of your firsts, all of them, have always been him. You should have known this was how it was going to end up. 

“S… Say that again,” he tells you, turning around, a cross between a predator before his prey and a priest before his rapture.

“It won’t be the first time again if I do,” you say, teasing, tilting your head a little, not even a little bit worried about it. It’s Leo. Your best friend. You know how this is going to go.

His jaw goes tight. Two steps, and he’s close, a hand in the small of your back, pulling you into his plastron tight, like he’s not ever going to let you go. 

“And what,” he grits, teeth sharp and flashing white, “makes you think I’m going to let you tell that to anyone else?”

Laughing, feeling like your chest is filled with bells, you rest your hands on his biceps where they’re curled around you. Sounds good to you.

****

The first time you can’t fall asleep because you’re staring, entranced, at your lover, it’s with Leo. 

The moonlight is streaking into your apartment perfectly, cascading on his skin, highlighting all the little valleys and mountains that delight your fingertips every time you touch him. His crescents almost seem to glow, inviting your fingers to trace their shape—but you don’t. Not now, when he’s finally asleep now that you’ve finally fucked his insane stamina out of him. 

Quietly, carefully, you lean in and press your lips to his pulse in his throat. And then you groan, because instantly, sleep-heavy hands cup your nape, pulling you close. 

“Damn it,” you huff, pressing a smile to his skin, savoring the churr that echoes through you like a far-off promise of thunder. The kisses, soon to be raining down onto you, the storm clouds in his eyes, the electric lightning of his touch. Soon. 

“Didn’t mean t’sleep,” he slurs, sliding his thigh between yours, pressing it high where you’re leaking with him still, sensitive, satiated yet still hungry. 

“You need it,” you tell him, putting your hands on his shoulders. You mean sleep.

“Hell yeah I do,” he responds, rolling, crushing you beneath his weight. He doesn’t.

Hours later, you wake, aching all over in the best possible way, to the sun in your eyes. 

It’s the first day of the rest of your life, you think, shimmering from the inside. Rolling over, pressing a honey-sweet kiss and tasting an old, familiar smile, you share it first, like you plan for all the rest of them, with Leo.

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

A Karina x Male Reader, where the reader introduces Karina to his family and his older sisters tease the reader (?) idk just some fluff that would cause diabetes lmaoo. Keep up the great work!

“They love you more than me”

Synopsis: You bring Karina home for dinner. Chaos follows. But by the end of the night, one thing’s clear—she belongs.

Word Count: 2,155

Karina X Male Reader

You told yourself this would be a normal day.

Just dinner. Just family. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Except Karina. Sitting beside you in the car, fingers gently locked with yours, humming along to the radio like she doesn’t know this is the most important day of your entire existence.

“You okay?” she asks, her tone light, eyes flicking toward you with a knowing look.

“I’m fine,” you lie. “Just hoping my sister doesn’t act like a complete—”

“—psychopath?” Karina finishes, laughing. “Too late. She texted me twelve gifs before 9 a.m.”

You drop your head onto the steering wheel. “You’re doomed.”

She just squeezes your hand. “I don’t mind. I like how close your family is. It’s cute.”

“Yeah, cute until they emotionally destroy me in front of you.”

She grins. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Before you can even knock, the front door bursts open.

“OH MY GOD, LOOK AT HER!” your older sister shouts like she’s announcing a guest on a noontime variety show. “Is this the famous Karina?! Are you sure you’re dating him?! Blink twice if you’re in danger.”

You don’t even get a chance to greet her—Karina’s already laughing as she’s pulled into a dramatic hug.

“She’s real!” your sister yells, spinning around to face the living room. “MA, SHE’S REAL!”

Then your little brother shows up behind her, holding his phone like a camera. “For documentation purposes,” he says seriously, turning to Karina. “If you dump him, can you at least do it after Christmas? I already bought you a gift.”

“Okay—enough,” you groan, dragging your hand down your face. “Please stop making her regret everything.”

But Karina’s smiling so wide, you already know it’s the opposite.

She leans in toward your brother. “I want to see the gift now.”

“Not until I confirm your long-term intentions,” he says deadpan, walking away.

Dinner is every kind of chaos.

You try to help in the kitchen and are immediately kicked out. Your mom wants Karina’s opinion on everything. Your sister tries to play matchmaker like you’re not already dating. Your brother starts a running list on the fridge titled: “Red Flags We Overlooked Because She’s Pretty.”

They grill her with questions like it’s a job interview—except the questions are ridiculous.

“How do you feel about pineapple on pizza?”

“Would you still love him if he went bald?”

“On a scale from 1 to 10, how annoying is he really?”

Karina answers each one without flinching.

“She’s an angel,” your mom whispers, already emotionally attached.

Your sister claps you on the back. “Don’t mess this up. We like her way more than we like you.”

“Thanks,” you mutter.

Karina leans over, bumping her shoulder against yours. “See? They love me.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“But you’re in love.”

You pause, eyes flicking toward her. “…Yeah. I am.”

After dessert, your brother’s sitting on the couch next to you while Karina helps your mom dry the dishes. He kicks your foot gently.

“Hey.”

You glance over. “What?”

He shrugs. “She’s the one, isn’t she?”

Your eyes wander back to the kitchen.

Karina’s laughing at something your mom said, hair tucked behind her ear, hands moving with ease like she’s always been part of this home.

You nod slowly. “Yeah. She is.”

He’s quiet for a second. “Sick. I’ll remove her from the red flag board.”

“Appreciate it.”

You glare at him.

He smirks.

And across the room, Karina looks at you like you’re the luckiest man in the world.

Because you are

The food’s barely hit the table when the teasing starts again.

“So, Karina,” your sister begins, chin resting dramatically on her palm. “What’s it like dating my brother, a.k.a. our family’s most mysterious child?”

You shoot her a look. “I’m literally the most normal person in this house.”

“Exactly,” your brother deadpans. “That’s suspicious.”

Karina laughs behind her hand. “It’s… interesting.”

“Interesting?” you repeat, pretending to be offended.

“She means complicated,” your sister cuts in. “Like solving a Rubik’s cube that thinks it’s being humble.”

“Don’t mind them,” your dad says, not looking up as he takes another spoonful of sinigang. “They just can’t accept the fact that someone willingly showed up for him.”

The table erupts.

Even your mom hides a smile behind her glass.

You slap a hand on your chest, dramatically wounded. “My own father?”

“I’m just saying,” he says, calm as ever. “She’s beautiful, smart, polite… and you’re you.”

Karina reaches under the table and squeezes your hand, grinning.

“He’s got his charm,” she says warmly. “You just have to look a little deeper.”

Your brother lets out a loud “AWWWW”, and your sister almost falls off her chair laughing.

“Karina,” your sister says, wiping her eyes. “Be honest. Did he pay you to say that?”

“No,” she says sweetly. “But he did bribe me with milk tea last week.”

You bury your face in your hands as your family cheers like it’s a boxing match.

Later in the meal, as things start to settle, your dad asks casually, “So, Karina. What’s your long-term plan with this guy?”

You nearly choke on your rice.

“Dad—!”

But Karina doesn’t blink. She looks straight at him and answers without missing a beat. “To keep him. If he doesn’t mess it up.”

Silence.

Then your dad breaks into a slow smile and says, “Good. We like you better already.”

Your sister chokes on her water. Your brother’s already typing it into the group chat. Your mom pats your shoulder gently, mouthing, “You’re trying your best.”

And you?

You sit there, halfway through your second serving of rice, surrounded by the loudest, most dramatic people you love—and one girl who somehow fits right into the mess.

Everyone’s starting to slow down after their third plate of food, leaning back in their chairs, stretching out, sipping cold drinks. The table is a comfortable mess—half-empty bowls, crumpled napkins, your dad still quietly eating like nothing ever fazes him.

Then your little brother speaks up.

Out of nowhere.

Loud. Confident. Unbothered.

“Big sis,” he says, “if you really like my brother, kiss him.”

You almost drop your fork. “Bro—what?!”

He ignores you and points very seriously to his own cheek. “Right here. Just a small one. So we know it’s real.”

Your mom gasps. Your dad doesn’t even look up. “Let him cook,” he mumbles.

Karina blinks. Then she bites back a grin and leans closer to you, her voice soft but loud enough for everyone to hear. “You okay with that?”

You’re stunned. “I—uh—sure—?”

She presses a quick kiss to your cheek, warm and feather-light. The table erupts into chaos.

Your brother falls to the floor dramatically like he’s been shot. “OH MY GOD IT’S REAL,” he yells. “HE’S ACTUALLY LOVED.”

“Karina, blink twice if you’re under a spell,” your sister says, fanning herself with a napkin. “Because there’s no way your skin is that clear and you’re into this man.”

You groan. “Why is my entire bloodline against me?”

But your sister’s not done. “Okay no—but for real, Karina, how do you keep your skin that perfect? And how did you fall for that gnome?”

“I’m literally taller than you,” you mutter under your breath.

Karina just smiles, cool and unbothered. “For my skin? Water, sleep, and not letting men stress me out.”

Your sister cackles. “And yet you’re dating him?”

Karina shrugs. “He’s worth it.”

You freeze. The table quiets for a second. Your sister stares at you like she just witnessed the rarest Pokémon evolve. Then she turns to your mom.

“Ma, we can finally rest. Our boy did it. He found someone who actually likes him on purpose.”

Your dad chuckles quietly, still chewing. “Must’ve been the rice.”

You’re stacking the last of the leftover containers into the fridge when you glance toward the kitchen sink—and freeze.

Karina’s there with your mom, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, hair loosely tied back, strands falling across her cheek. She’s rinsing plates with practiced ease, passing them over with a small smile as your mom dries and stacks each one. They’re working in sync, like they’ve done this a dozen times.

Like she’s already part of this home.

You lean against the wall, watching quietly from the hallway. You’re not trying to eavesdrop, really. But the TV in the background is turned down, and your siblings are too busy arguing about who gets the last slice of leche flan. The house is full, but this corner is still.

Your mom glances at Karina between dishes. “You don’t have to help, you know. Guests usually just sit and let me do all this.”

Karina shrugs, smiling. “I’m not really good at sitting still.”

“She’s not lying,” you mutter from the hallway. They both ignore you.

Your mom chuckles. “Well, it’s appreciated. You’ve already won everyone over.”

Karina looks a little surprised at that, but her voice is soft. “They’re easy to love. Loud, but easy.”

Your mom tilts her head slightly, drying the last plate. “Even the eldest son?”

There’s a pause. Karina rinses a glass. “Especially him.”

Your mom dries her hands and watches Karina for a moment longer, the warmth in her gaze quiet but unmistakable. “Thank you for loving my son,” she says gently. “He’s stubborn, he doesn’t ask for much, but he feels everything too deeply. I’ve seen him try to carry the weight of the world, even when he doesn’t need to.”

Karina’s hands slow under the water.

“I’ve seen him lighter lately,” your mom continues. “Happier. Softer, even. That’s you.”

Karina stays quiet for a second. Then she nods, eyes misting ever so slightly. “I love him. A lot more than I expected to, honestly.”

Your mom just smiles and reaches out, squeezing her wrist gently. “Good. You have my blessing.”

Behind the corner, you try to act like you didn’t just hear all of that while holding a half-eaten slice of flan like it’s your only anchor to reality.

Your heart’s pounding in the most ridiculous, boyish way.

And then your mom says, with a casual glance toward the hallway, “Now go. He’s pretending not to eavesdrop.”

You disappear instantly. Karina laughs.

The Day was over!, she survived

The car hums with the quiet sounds of the night.

You’re both settled in, the cabin warm with residual heat from dinner and laughter. Karina’s got her shoes off, legs curled slightly in the seat, jacket loosely draped over her shoulders. Her head rests against the window, eyes half-lidded as the streetlights slip past in streaks of gold.

Neither of you says anything at first. It’s a soft silence—earned.

You glance over at her, one hand steady on the wheel. She looks peaceful, like the chaos of your family didn’t shake her at all.

“You survived,” you finally say, breaking the stillness with a small smirk.

She turns her head lazily toward you, eyes gleaming. “Barely. Your brother’s a menace.”

“You mean my twelve-year-old brother who’s in love with you and threatened me with fake tears?”

“He’s emotionally manipulative. He’s going places.”

You chuckle under your breath. “And my sister?”

Karina sighs dramatically. “I adore her. But she’s ruthless. If I told her I didn’t like garlic rice, I think she would’ve flipped the table.”

“She’s like that with everyone. You should’ve seen her with my ex.”

Karina raises a brow. “There was an ex?”

You panic. “It was middle school, doesn’t count.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Relax. I just didn’t think someone beat me to you.”

You hesitate for a second. “No one ever really did.”

The air in the car shifts just a little. It’s still warm, still light—but that line sticks. Karina looks over at you again, more seriously this time.

“You mean that?”

You nod once. “I think I’ve always been a little guarded. Kept people at arm’s length. But then you came in like a storm and somehow made everything feel easier.”

She smiles softly, reaching for your hand, threading her fingers through yours. Her thumb brushes against your knuckles. “That’s funny. I thought I was the one falling too fast.”

You glance at her, teasing. “You kissed me in front of my whole family. That’s not ‘falling,’ that’s crashing.”

Karina grins. “I regret nothing.”

“I didn’t say I minded.”

She rests her head on your shoulder now, comfortably tucked into your side as the music plays low in the background. You squeeze her hand once.

She closes her eyes. “I like your family,” she murmurs.

“They like you more than they like me.”

“Well, to be fair… I am prettier.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Undeniably.”

There’s no grand declaration. No dramatic kiss. Just the gentle weight of her beside you, the steady rhythm of the road, and the quiet truth settling into your chest:

This—right here—is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

And you know now.

She’s not just someone you brought home.

She’s someone you’re building home with.

[xoxonamgyu]

Oops stole ya girl

Pairing : Thanos x f reader - namgyu x f reader

Warnings: swearing, toxic relationship (from thanos), fluff sorta?, use of y/n, mention of abuse

SUMMARY: after your boyfriend Thanos died you couldn’t help but go to his “bestfriend”

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you and your boyfriend thanos “the rap god” entered the games cause he blew all your guys money. Yes. He blew his and took yours how rude!

so here you are about to play children’s games for cash

“Baby I promise you I’ll get us the money and you can have all of mine!” Thanos pouts

“Mhm. Doubt that.”

“Cmon don’t be down this might be fun!”

“There’s a guy saying people will get shot playing red light green light!”

“Oh he’s bluffin we won’t”

“You don’t know that.” You huff

GAME STARTING IN 3..2..1

“oh god.” your stomach turns

after the game starts your halfway through and then you trip and while your tripping

RED LIGHT!

you thought this was it thanos left you to fend for yourself he didn’t care.

Until! a guy quickly caught you

“you should be more careful baby.” The man said

“Don’t call me that. I have a boyfriend”

“Thanos yeah I know I met him at my old job didn’t he just leave you?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Whatever you say just be careful” he winks

after the game thanos comes up to you

“Babe I’m so sorry for leaving you I didn’t realize and-“

“Fuck off subong.”

he hated when you called him that and he knew you only called him that when you were really mad.

“Y/n. Please stop.”

“What did I just say. Get the fuck off my bed go to your own.”

He scoffs and leaves to go to that guy who saved you he did say he knew thanos.

the next day it’s now the six legged pentathlon and thanos practically BEGS you to join his team

so here you are sitting with Thanos the guy who saved you he said his name is namgyu semi and some girl named Mina and of course yourself.

you picked to play gonggi you have always been good at it and got it first try.

after the game you sit with your team, you talk with semi for the most part you catch namgyu starting at you a couple times and that mina getting close to thanos as he barely shows interest little do you know he was acting.

A BIT BEFORE

“Cmon why does she gotta know?” Mina asks

“she’s my girlfriend I’m not cheating!” Thanos snaps

“Please just one kiss” Mina puts her hand in his hair and plays with it

*fuck it.* he thinks

thanos grabs minas jaw and kisses her

PRESENT

The masked guards come in and people start to hide.”

“Players congrats on making it through another game. we will now vote”

You vote to leave but the vote to stay is much higher your whole team picked to stay. Lovely.

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the next day Thanos still hasn’t tried to talk to you again since the last game.

The next game is mingle.

The game is blur 4 PLAYERS 5 PLAYERS 10 PLAYERS

after what seemed like a while it was the last round

2 players

just cause Thanos was “mad” and so were you, you still thought he would come grab you but no. No hesitation he grabbed Mina!

you stood there in shock not knowing who to go to when someone grabbed your wrist you couldn’t even see who!

You got in the room you both out of breath you look up to see NAMGYU?

“oh my god I thought I was gonna die thank you so much namgyu”

“Hey don’t thank me just wanted to save my own ass to” he chuckles

“Still you did save me.”

“yeah I’m your saviour i guess” he jokes

You let out a small laugh

god namgyu liked you, your long silky hair, your eyes , the way you smile just everything about you.

“I gotta tell you something that Thanos told me y/n.”

“Uhm what?”

“He cheated on you.”

“what…”

“he told me he kissed Mina and usually I wouldn’t do anything but I had to tell you.”

“why would you tell me tho i don’t get it”

“because you don’t deserve it.”

“…” your speechless

“I’m sorry”

“not your fault.”

“you gonna say something to him?”

“No, I’m gonna pretend it’s okay don’t bring him suspicious he might hit me again.”

“Sorry the fuck did you just say?”

“Well if I ignore him to long he gets way to mad and takes it out on me.”

“you know that’s not fucking right”

“yeah i know but i can’t leave i don’t know why.”

namgyu doesn’t answer he opens his mouth a couple times thinking of something but he doesn’t know what to say

After the game Thanos is all up in your face apologizing, getting mad, threating, back to apologizing

finally your annoyed so you just say

“Thanos I forgive you I know you didn’t mean it.”

“Thank you baby”

“Mhm of course”

You fight back tears

later in the evening Thanos and namgyu go to the bathroom *probably doing drugs.” You think

About 10 minutes later

“Players ***, *** , *** , *** ,230, …. Eliminated.

you freeze and you see namgyu coming out the bathrooms

You run up to him as you look around you see Mina crying great.

“Namgyu what the hell is going on?”

“Those fucking Xs started fighting us. Fucking myunggi got thanos.”

You tear up

He just looks at you for a moment

“cmere.” He pulls you in

You guys stand there for a bit just hugging as you cry

“He was a motherfucker anyway right.”

“But I didn’t want him dead!”

“I know.”

you guys stayed with eachother for the rest of the evening you not wanting to be alone

namgyu takes you to your bunk for the night and then after a couple minutes you doze off

You wake up in the middle of the night after having a nightmare of Thanos your panting shaking and about to cry you couldn’t breathe.

guess you were louder than you thought you were

“Y/n? Are you okay?” namgyu asked you look up and only see his tall shadow

“n-no..”

“what do you need?”

You can’t answer

he sits down on your bed

“Y/n please tell me what’s wrong”

“t-Thanos.” you say barely any sound coming out

You felt pathetic crying to thanos’s “bestfriend”

“Thanos?”

“Mhm”

“What about Thanos y/n?”

“when he would get mad and then I seen his ghost at the end of the bunk.” You cry

Namgyu pulls you into a hug for second time today you weren’t complaining.

As you cry you look up and you guys lock eyes

“Y/n I’m sorry I promise it will all be okay.”

you half smile at him

You guys just stay there you sitting next to namgyu being held by him

you look up at him again “thank you gyu.”

He blushes at the nickname

“Of course baby”

“What did I say about calling me that.” You frown at him but not a serious frown

“What you technically don’t got a boyfriend anymore” he jokes

You can’t help but let out a little laugh

you blush a bit

he just stares at you and you stare at him

“Oh fuck Thanos.” He scoffs

he leans in and kisses you. You are taken back by it at first but then you ease into it not wanting the kiss to end

“oops stole ya girl” namgyu smiles and winks

You smile and giggle

this might become a new start a happier one.

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I am obsessed with both of these men and I had to write them I didn’t wanna make Thanos the abuser type but it fit better with the story line to me. This came into my mind randomly so I had to write it! Hope you liked it!

[curioscurio]

Here’s a little vent post explaining a bit about my situation. It’s a little messy and I’m still in a kind of dissociative state at the moment, but… yeah. ( cw domestic abuse, suicidal ideation, bad parents)

So the gist is that my parents have been abusing me emotionally ever since childhood. Sometimes physically in the form of spankings or smacks when we were young, but mostly emotional and neglect. There really should have been a divorce. It’s left me with some pretty nasty consequences like my severe anxiety, adhd, and major depressive disorder. After graduating in 2020, I moved back in with my parents because I got rejected from every job in the comics or animation industry that I’d applied to. For four years they’ve let me live back home rent free as long as I do all the grocery shopping and cooking, and some cleaning, but we all know it’s never that simple. My mild depression ended up developing into major depressive disorder, and my anxiety and adhd issues skyrocketed. The isolation, arguments, invalidation, gaslighting, and manipulation were too much for me and I started feeling passively suicidal in a way that I never had before. I was done. I was convinced I was going to live the rest of my life taking care of parents who don’t respect me and gaslight me until one of us dies here in Florida. And it scared me. So I reached out seriously to some of my friends who were able to help me come to terms with what the biggest problem was, even if I didn’t want to admit that it was that bad.

I do have to admit that at the start and even now I feel weird about calling my parents abusers. I didn’t want to put too much information into the comic or gofundme in case they asked to look at it or something, but that’s also a really huge piece of why I’m moving. It’s weird because it’s such a complicated situation. They’re my parents who threw me birthday parties and took us on vacations, and wiped my tears away and would take a bullet for me. I love them so much and they love me so much too. But they did horrible things to us and said even worse. I just can’t live in this house where everyday I have to wake up in the same house and even bedroom it all happened in. All of my thoughts and emotions about my parents are so disorganized and painful, and it feels like betrayal. I think it’s still just the sad and scared little kid telling me not to cause problems or tell anyone about my home life though.

But it’s actually a little embarrassing how on the nose all my feelings and behaviors are if looked through a cptsd context lense. Everything fits together like a puzzle, even the overlapping symptoms between cptsd, adhd, and autism. And in the back of my head I knew? Like I knew I had a rough childhood, and I knew my parents didn’t treat us right all the time, and I knew that it had left me messed up in the head somehow. But I think after my brother got out of prison and my uncle died I just stopped trying. 2016 I went to college and could finally just disassociate away from family trauma and focus on school, and could finally live a life free from my past and honest to my nature. But now that they’re grandparents, I can very clearly see all of it playing out again in how they treat my niece and nephew. And now that my mom’s taking care of my grandparents and that ire isn’t on me, I can see just how nasty her words are about them. All that and I still will cry thinking about how heartbroken they would be if they read all this. I wish it wasn’t true, but I’ve been in denial for too long and I want out of this life. Or at least out of the very literal physical space my traumas happened in. But it’s just been downright miserable.

And the biggest change is that I want things again. I want things for me, not for my parents or friends first. Me as a person. I’m starting to get to know the Cassie that lives for themselves and not for the benefit of those around me. For a while, I didn’t bother putting in effort to want or desire things I didn’t believe I could ever get. I don’t often buy things for myself, and most of the money I earned went towards necessities because of poverty reasons. Also, My dad burned all our clothes and toys one day because our messy rooms had triggered him, and ever since I’ve had problems with feeling like I’ve earned or deserved physical things. Problems with feeling like I’m allowed to have things if I haven’t met my internal “good boy” quota. But I’m starting to want a life made by my own hand, for myself first. I want to put myself first now. I want for me, for the sake of me, and it’s foreign and weird, but good. I’m starting to feel like I deserve good things simply because I’m me and I’m human yknow.

I hope this helps explain a little about my situation and why I need to move. I’m still doing a lot of internal work while I move to keep myself motivated, but it’s kind of exhausting. Emotions are hard. Identity is hard. Emotions are really really fucking hard. Thanks everyone for supporting me through my little breakdown, really.

[the-broken-pen]

I just had the most screwed up black mirror kind of vibe dream, and I am permanently reminded of why I’m good at writing horror. Cause like man. How does a brain have that good of a plot twist? And not have it be nonsensical?

[soft-pine]

this is some really personal shit that has to do with how i analyze and interpret john.

when i was a child, my father dragged me around the country from motel to motel talking about how he lost my mother and his single-minded focus on getting her back. i was his best friend. i was his only confidant. i wanted him to be happy all the time. i felt responsible for when he was sad - both with whatever the current situation was and in all the sad moments of his long sad life. when i wasn't with him, sometimes he would go for weeks without calling and i would miss him and think i did something wrong and then sometimes he would tell me what that wrong thing was and i would try to do better. i sat patiently and quietly on the couch in his strange friend's dark house filled with fishing gear while they talked and talked and talked about the ways the world had screwed them over. i never knew where we were driving to. sometimes i would sleep in the car for hours and we still hadn't gotten there. he wanted me to show him a terrifying and confounding amount of respect. he would cry and i would kneel on the couch next to him and try to envelope his whole body into my arms in a hug. i loved him ferociously and protectively. he wanted my singular loyalty and got it. it's so hard to even summarize it all. each moment is just so full of ...

he hurt my feelings and i loved him. i got mad at him and i loved him. he got mad at me and i loved him. i felt deeply sorry for him and i loved him.

and when i watched supernatural oh boy let me tell you.....

and i know it's not chic or whatever to compare john to your dad. I KNOW THAT. but not to garishly bear my open bloody heart on the internet. it's just. i watched this fucking show and i was like... i know him. like. i know that man.

and i'm kinda screwed because we all are analyzing things from our own experiences so when i'm interpreting all the little clues left about john throughout the show, it all feels so familiar. and i don't actually have a way to separate my experience as a child with that kind of father from the way i'm analyzing and watching spn. and so i'm stuck saying, well john just is really similar to my dad. and, yeah, of course there are differences. but i guess all i can do is commit to bringing as much nuance and care to any and all creative endeavors or analysis as half a lifetime of therapy has taught me...

[insanechayne]

~ ~ ~

[seventh-district]

tfw you're trying to write a Genshin fic but ur memory is shit so u have to leave urself [REMINDERS] to come back and correct your spelling/figure out NPC names/scour the wiki to double-check character and story lore, because if u even so much as glance away from the google doc in the moment you'll lose all of your writing momentum

coughs [link to some other (better) excerpts from the fic since the post didn't make it into the tags and i'm too lazy to remake it]

[august--and-everything-after]

Thanks to someone going back and liking a relevant post, I was reminded that I was talking about cutting my hair short again OVER A YEAR AGO when it was not quite shoulder length. It's down to my collarbone now and I keep fighting with myself about chopping it all off. I think I'm there mentally but the one worry is that I'm job hunting and my mum (( so very "helpfully" )) suggested that potential employers might "judge" me if I have short hair. She couldn't (or wouldn't) explain what kind of judgement she meant but it still worries me. I'm having a hard enough time finding a job as it is so I don't want to put another hurdle in my way if I can help it.

I've been telling myself that I can cut it once I've settled into a job but it's SO tempting to go ahead with it sooner.

[ambersky0319]

Store managers said even a few minutes overtime will be a write up

I'm calling bullshit

[savage-rhi]

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[amandabe11man]

so me and my friend are onto season 4 of X-files now and we got to the csm-centric episode, right. and when he put the sniper rifle up from the window at the start I was like "whoa there. jfk assassination much?"-- and then the flashback starts and wouldn't you fucking know it, csm was the one who killed jfk??

this made me joke about how "what is he, the dark version of forrest gump or something? lmao" (ie. being present at a bunch of historical happenings), and then it seems like I was right because after that, he killed martin luther king too... aND TH E N towards the end, they make a fuckin forrest gump reference???

guys I think I'm finally becoming psychic

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[mbat]

the thing is, the last few years, ive been kinda walking on eggshells. not around anything in particular, but just in general. i know that if i get miserable (i mean first off who wants to be miserable? dont answer that), theres a chance i could be suicidal again. i just always think back to when i was about to drop out of school and i kept looking at the years ahead of me and thinking 'it would be like theres no end in sight. no end to this misery im in' and it was a big part of why i dropped out.

of course, by now, i couldve graduated twice over. but at the time, the world was too much, and i couldnt take it. i have regrets, but at the same time, i could never be upset with my past self for those choices. i was the one who made them, after all. i know why i did.

and fuck, i feel like things are getting too much now, but too much for me isnt even half of what other people do... all the time.

i keep knowing that, if i want to be free in this world (or as free as i can be), i need to get a job. but then i think once again to 'there is no end to this misery' and i get scared all over again. i never want to feel how i used to ever again. ive grown and changed a lot since those days, but that doesnt erase my ability to feel suicidal. i dont feel it as much anymore, but it never stops being a part of me, even if its a small part. and its always capable of coming back to the surface.

i want to be free so badly. im suffocating where i stand. but i dont know how to balance these things. i guess i wont know til i try, but fuck thats so scary.