#and a song is really not going to fix that????

[parkerslatte]

One Year

Thanos/Choi Su-bong x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: usual squid game stuff. blood and gore. injury. mentions of suicide. mentions of addiction. drugs. soft thanos. slight canon divergence.

Summary: After an argument about money and debts, Y/N left Thanos. A year later she meets him again in the games yet he does his best to ignore her. During the game of Mingle, Y/N gets thrown out of her room and Thanos comes to her rescue.

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“Are you being serious?” Y/N asked, sitting down on the chair in disbelief. 

Su-bong paced in front of her exasperated. “It was meant to make us more money! You can’t blame me for trying.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I told you when you first told me about it that it was a stupid idea. Not only did you ignore me, but you invested more than you said you were going to. And not just your own money, you took some of mine too!”

Su-bong rolled his eyes and Y/N chuckled. How he could be annoyed with her was beyond her. “I can’t believe this. I really can’t.”

“I can do something,” Su-bong said, a hint of desperation in his tone that he was clearly trying to hide. “I can start writing songs again. I can–”

“Don’t lie to me or yourself,” Y/N snapped. “You have been saying that for the past year.”

Su-bong scoffed. “You try to do something like that again when you are turned into a laughing stock!”

“And who’s fault was that?” Y/N said. “I was the one who advised you to not take those pills before the performance and you did it anyway. You have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Aren’t you meant to be my girlfriend? Isn’t it your job to support me?” Su-bong questioned. 

“I do support you, but I know when to draw the line,” Y/N replied. “I don’t support you basically gambling your entire life savings and mine all on what was clearly a scam from the start. I don’t support you going out every night getting high using pills you bought with my money. And as far as I know, you are supposed to support me too.”

“I do support you,” Su-bong defended, clearly offended. 

“Give me one example where you supported me over the past year,” Y/N said. Su-bong remained silent, giving Y/N the answer she needed. “The fact that you can’t even name one explains it all,” Y/N said. “You weren’t there for me when I was fired from my job. When my father was sick. When I broke my leg and could barely get around.”

“I can support you,” Su-bong said, grasping Y/N’s hands. “I can get us money. I can get it back–”

“No,” Y/N said and pulled her hands from his. Despite how she felt in the situation, she couldn’t help but miss the warmth of them. But she knew that what she was about to do was the right decision for her. “I can’t do this anymore. Not only did you continuously lie to me, but you stole money from me dragging me down with you.”

“Y/N, please,” Su-bong begged. “Don’t do this.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line. There was a time when they had had this conversation before. Then she had stayed and Y/N was coming to realise that it was a stupid decision. Despite it all, she did still love him. But she couldn’t forgive him–not this time. “Are you begging me only because you have nowhere else to go or because you still love me?”

There was a brief moment of hesitation. It was at most a few seconds but those few seconds were arguably the most important. “Of course I love you!”

Slowly, Y/N nodded. “I see.”

“Y/N, please,” Su-bong begged. “I’ll get a job. Fuck, I’ll get two jobs. I can fix this.”

“You are over one billion won in debt!” Y/N exclaimed. “Do you really think a few shitty jobs are going to fix that anytime soon? At least my job pays a decent wage but it is still nowhere near to pay off my own debts which you forced me into. No, I’m done this time,” Y/N said, keeping a steady tone despite the way she wanted to cry out and forgive him instantly. “Please leave. I’ll have your things sent to you.”

“You can’t kick me out!” Su-bong exclaimed. 

“You don’t rent this apartment, I do,” Y/N said, avoiding his gaze. “Please leave Su-bong. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

He scoffed. “I can’t believe I ever loved you.”

Y/N’s gaze remained fixated on the table before her until his footsteps grew distant and the front door was opened and slammed shut, plummeting the apartment into silence. The moment she knew she was actually alone, Y/N allowed the tears to flow. She knew that this decision was for the best, after all their relationship over the past year had been far from a whirlwind romance. Y/N couldn’t remember the last time they had even slept in the same bed. 

But somehow she already had the urge to run out and tell him to come back and that they could work everything out together. Y/N’s hands gripped the arms of the chair, grounding herself. She couldn’t do that. Leaving him was for the best– even if she didn’t believe it just yet. 

***

The platform began to move, the number of players in the room was considerably less compared to the first round. She was standing on her own as she looked at the puddles of blood on the floor. There had yet to be someone Y/N had become allies with, the group she was with for the pentathlon were already a small alliance of four and she only joined them because they needed a fifth person. Everyone else already seemed to have their own group apart from her. 

It wasn’t that Y/N hadn’t tried. The moment she had seen her ex-boyfriend run up to that voting button and confidently chose to continue the game, she had tried her best to speak with him. Despite the fact that she was the one who broke up with him, it was nice and comforting to see a familiar face, even if that familiar face was high out of his mind every single time she tried to speak with him. 

Four different times Y/N had tried to speak to Su-bong and each time he wouldn’t give her the time of day. It irritated her more than she cared to admit though deep down she couldn’t blame him. After all she was the one who had kicked him out. 

She glanced at him from across the platform and noticed him already staring at her. Upon noticing this, he quickly looked away from her. If she made it through this round, she would make him speak to her whether he wanted to or not. 

“Two players,” the voice called out. 

There was no hesitation as Y/N grabbed the person closest to her and began to drag them to the yellow room right before her eyes. The round was carnage as people pushed and shoved and fought each other to get to a room in time. There were 126 players left, only 100 would be able to make it through the round. 

Just as the person she dragged opened the door, Y/N spared a glace in the direction Su-bong ran and found him and Player 124 dragging people out of the way of the door before running into it themselves. Y/N turned back to her room and slammed the door behind her just as Su-bong looked in her direction before he slammed his door closed. 

Once the door was closed, Y/N allowed herself to breathe and finally relax for a moment. She looked at the person she had dragged. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you when I dragged you, did I?”

Before the woman could even muster a response, the door was forcibly pushed open and a firm grip squeezed Y/N’s arm, pulling her out of the room as an older man forced his way inside. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Y/N yelled, kicking and hitting the man as he tried to push her out of the room. 

“I’m not dying today!” the man hissed. 

Y/N pulled her arm from the man’s grasp and before he knew it, a fist was flying at her face, her vision blurring immediately. A force pushed Y/N outside of the room and she fell to the floor. 

“Fuck you!” Y/N yelled at the man inside. 

Y/N glanced around at the clock and panic instantly rose within her. There were ten seconds left on the countdown and all hope left her body. There was no possible way she was going to find a partner and a room in time. Y/N slowly stood to her feet, already accepting her fate.

There were a few people still on the platform either hurt from someone or accepting their fate. Others were still trying to force their way inside rooms and fight for them. Slowly, Y/N closed her eyes. At least in her final moments she wouldn’t have to see the carnage surrounding her. 

Before Y/N knew it, she was quite literally swept off her feet. Her eyes opened and immediately recognised the mop of purple hair and she let out a small noise of surprise. Without a moment of hesitation, Su-bong ran into a blue room and slammed the door behind him just as the door locked, breathing heavily. 

As the gunshots sounded out, his grip tightened on her as he slumped down to the floor, Y/N still in his arms. 

“Su-bong?” Y/N muttered, still in disbelief that he had saved her. She stood from his hold and shakily got to her feet. 

“Why were you just standing there?” Su-bong asked, raising his voice. “Do you want to die?”

“I was thrown out of the room,” Y/N said. “There wasn’t enough time to find someone else and find a room.”

Su-bong stood to his feet, his eyes wide. “Why wouldn’t you at least try?”

“Why would you care?” Y/N said. “Evidently from the way you have refused to even speak to me here, you wouldn’t care whether I lived or died.”

“Of course I care!” he exclaimed.

“Then why haven’t you spoken to me since we’ve been here?” Y/N questioned. “I have tried so many times to speak with you, thankful to see a familiar face, and you have shut me down every single time! Is it about the drugs you’ve been taking? I know that I don’t like it when you take them but honestly right now I don’t care. All I have wanted to do is speak with you.”

Su-bong scoffed. “Now you want to speak to me? What about the past year? You never wanted to speak to me when I reached out.”

“The circumstances were different and you know it,” Y/N snapped. 

“How?” He asked. “I’m just doing exactly what you’ve been doing to me.”

Y/N sighed, forcing herself not to roll her eyes. “For once, imagine being in my place. Imagine supporting your partner for a year after their career took a plummet, you start paying for everything. Food, clothes, sometimes even their drugs when they begged you.”

At that statement, Su-bong glanced down at the necklace hanging from his neck. 

“Then you find out that they had an amazing idea to invest in crypto that turned out to be a scam,” Y/N continued. “Not only did they stupidly invest their entire life savings, but then you find out that they have been taking small amounts of money from your account too. Now leaving themselves in debt as well as you. In between all of this, imagine them going out early in the morning and either returning high out of their mind where you need to stay up and take care of them all night or they don’t return at all and you spend the whole night worried about where they are and if they are even alive.”

Y/N took a step closer to Su-bong. “Imagine if our positions were switched. You wouldn’t want to speak to me again either. But you have no idea how hard it was for me, because despite it all– somehow I still loved you. You fucked me over and I still loved you.” A shaky breath left Y/N. “So, I’m sorry if I didn’t want to talk to you. I’m sorry if I ignored you for a year. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more to help you, but I needed to put myself first for once.”

The silence in the room was deafening. The gunshots had ceased and the guards were clearing up the bodies. The numbers who hadn’t made it sounded through the speaker but Y/N didn’t listen as she only stared at Su-bong who hadn’t met her eyes the whole time she spoke. 

Slowly she took another step towards him and brought her hand up and placed it under his chin and forced him to meet her eyes. “You always did have trouble making eye contact when we were having a serious conversation.” His pupils were blown wide from the pill Y/N had watched him take before the game. “Why did you save me?”

Su-bond blinked once, then twice as if he was confused by the question. “What?”

“I watched you run into a room with your friend, pulling people out of the way for it. You were safe. Why did you risk your life to save me?” Y/N asked. 

“You were watching me? Señorita, I’m touched,” Su-bong said, his tone flirtatious. Y/N knew this behaviour all too well, sometimes she used to fall for it. 

Y/N frowned. “Be serious for a minute. I don’t want you to be ‘Thanos’. I want you to be Su-bong. My Su-bong.”

Surprise seemed to fill his eyes and he seemed to unconsciously lean into her touch as his eyes flicked to the side. “I watched you run into a room, I thought you were safe so I entered a room. When I looked out and saw you were standing outside, I ran out without thinking.”

“Did you know that there was a room available?” Y/N questioned. 

If possible, the room became quieter. “Why did you do it?”

“I couldn’t leave you out there,” he admitted. “I couldn’t leave you to die.”

“But you could have died in the process?” Y/N questioned. “How stupid could you be?”

Su-bong’s eyes met Y/N’s once more. His pupils were still dilated but Y/N could see his true emotions shining through clear as day. Vulnerability. 

“Do you know where I was when that man in a suit offered me that card?” Su-bong said, his voice strangely quiet. “I was on a bridge ready to jump and take my life. So I don’t care if I die in these games. But if you died, I couldn’t handle that. When I ran out, I thought that we would either both live or we would both die.”

Su-bong’s hands slowly moved until they held onto Y/N’s waist. The feeling of it so familiar but so foreign. “I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care about you, that if you died, I wouldn’t feel anything. I tried to convince myself that I was angry at you for turning your back on me. But when I saw you standing outside that room prepared to die, I realised that none of that was true. I still love you, baby. Even though I’m pissed that you joined these games.”

“It’s not like I had any choice,” Y/N shrugged as she cupped his face gently, her eyes stinging. 

Su-bong glanced down guiltily. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Y/N said, her thumb brushing along his cheekbone. “Someone who wasn’t sorry wouldn’t risk their life to save their ex-girlfriend who kicked them out with nowhere to go”

A huff of a laugh left Su-bong as he dipped his head down resting his forehead against Y/N’s. “Looking back, I can’t blame you.”

Y/N’s eyes closed as she savoured the feeling of his closeness. If she imagined hard enough, she could pretend that they weren’t trapped in a series of deathly games. They would be in her apartment, her doing her own work while Su-bong worked on a new song, happily sitting side by side. Just how it was for four years before his career blew up and things spiralled from there. 

“Vote to leave,” Y/N whispered. “We can get out of here and we can work things out. I know that you said that you…don’t care if you die in these games, but I don’t want to watch that. If we vote to leave, we can pay off our debts together and work things out between us– properly this time.”

Suddenly a warm pressure captured Y/N’s lips. The feeling was one she had missed. Her body fell into his as she wrapped her arms around Su-bong’s neck as she deepened the kiss. His arms wrapped around her waist before he turned their bodies until her back was pressed against the wall. 

Y/N pulled away and allowed herself to look into Su-bong’s eyes for a brief moment before she leaned in once more. The kiss held a hint of desperation behind it, as if one of the guards would enter the room and gun them down that very second. Su-bong’s hands slid from her waist to her hips, giving them an experimental squeeze. 

A content sigh left Y/N as she threaded her fingers in his hair and Su-bong smiled into the kiss. He pulled away, breath mixing with hers. “Jump, señorita,” he muttered.

“I always hated you calling me that,” Y/N mumbled against his lips.

“You loved it,” Su-bong replied as he picked her up and her legs immediately wrapped around him as he deepened the kiss. 

It wasn’t until now when Y/N realised how much she had missed him and how perfectly they fit together. It had been a year since he had last touched her this way and it was as if no time had passed. 

“I missed this,” he muttered, lips attaching to her jaw before peppering soft kisses down the side of her neck. 

“Me too,” Y/N sighed, tilting her head back as she savoured the feeling of his lips on her skin. She could only wish that they were in her apartment, gradually making their way towards the bed. 

Instead Y/N was brought back to her harsh reality. 

“Attention players, the game is now over.”

The door clicked and unlocked and Su-bong reluctantly detached his lips from Y/N’s neck.  They stared at one another breathlessly. Y/N’s legs were still wrapped around his hips and her fingers were tangled in his hair– only messing the strands up even more. 

Slowly, Su-bong set her back on her feet, hands slipping up her body to her waist. The footsteps of the other players broke the two from the daze they were in as Su-bong slowly stepped back, allowing Y/N space to step away from the wall. 

“We can get out of here together,” Y/N whispered as she slipped her hand in Su-bong’s. “Please vote to leave.”

The door was opened and a guard stood in the threshold, gun clutched in their hands unafraid to use it. Y/N and Su-bong slowly stepped out of the room and joined all of the other players as they exited the game. Neither of them spoke though their hands remained clutching one another tightly. 

“Thanos!” Player 124 said as he nudged Su-bong’s shoulder. “What was that for? If it weren’t for those pricks outside the room, I’d be dead.”

“You’re alive aren’t you?” Su-bong said the tone of his voice shifting to something more distant. A tone he never spoke to Y/N in. A tone that she knew was purely for other people.

Player 124 glanced at Y/N and his eyes trailed down to where her hand was linked with Su-bong’s before his eyes fixated on the red patch stuck to her jacket. A quiet huff of acknowledgement slipped past his lips. “I hope this bitch won’t make you change your mind about playing one more game.”

Su-bong’s head whipped around fast to face Player 124. “Don’t fucking call her that, man.”

Player 124 laughed. “Whatever you say. But remember. One more game.” He slipped back into the crowd of people– significantly smaller than when they had first entered. 

“You need to make better friends,” Y/N commented watching Player 124 leave with distaste. 

“And you need to make friends,” Su-bong defended as he pulled Y/N along with the rest of the crowd. “I’ve seen you sadly standing around on your own since we’ve been here.”

“Sorry for not wanting to get attached to anyone in a place where I could die,” Y/N replied. 

Su-bong huffed a laugh and squeezed her hand. “You have me now.”

“Only until the vote?” Y/N asked, her heart dropping slightly.

There was a brief moment of hesitation as he glanced down at the blue patch on his jacket. After a while he slowly nodded and Y/N let out a soft sigh of relief. 

“Only if you promise to not kick me out again,” Su-bong muttered as he threw his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, keeping her pressed to his side. 

“I promise,” Y/N replied as he pressed a kiss against the top of her head. “Only if you promise to work things out between us.” Y/N glanced at his necklace. “That includes your addiction. I know it will be hard, but I will be with you every step of the way.”

Su-bong looked at the cross necklace hanging from his neck and let out a long sigh. “Okay, señorita. You have a deal.”

“I told you not to call me that,” Y/N muttered.

“I know that you love it,” Su-bong said. “You always did. Especially when I–”

“Let’s leave that talk for when we are out of this hellhole,” Y/N said, lightly shoving him away from her. 

A quiet laugh left Su-bong as Y/N looked up at him, a small spark in his eye shone brightly. It was the first time she had seen it in years. Y/N’s lips twitched up as she savoured his touch, hope filling her heart for the first time she had woken up in this god-forsaken place. Y/N linked their fingers together once more as they walked through the colourful staircase for what would hopefully be the final time. 

[luminni]

Crawling back to John after your "one night stand" but he was just as obsessed as you were. Pt.1 Pt.2

You regretted it from the moment you stepped out of his flat. You really didn't know why you did it either, somehow it just felt natural for you to leave in the morning despite your heart screaming at you to stay there wrapped under wool sheets and locked in his embrace. You just slipped away early in the morning and now you had to live with the consequences. That being the fact John Price would not leave your mind. You went on holiday break just days after the night you spent together, and spending a month where you knew you weren't even the same city as the man who had given you the best night of your life and had treated you so delicately at the same time, was driving you insane. Every waking moment was filled with memories of your casual conversation and teasing jokes. When you dreamed, that is when you could fall asleep and not be in a spiral of regret, it was as if he possessed some otherworldly claim on your body because there was no other explanation for you reliving the pleasure night after night. Not to mention the fact that you couldn't get the jazzy tune of the record you had decided to throw on out of your head, constantly humming along to it and murmuring the words the best you could. But you just couldn't find the song no matter how hard you searched, it was eating away at you, and from where you were, there was nothing you could do.

John wasn't much better. Devastated would have been an understatement if you were trying to describe how he felt after waking up to an empty bed. In the beginning he really tried to ignore his feelings, bury them under work and absentmindedness as he so often did. But it came back to bite him in the ass, every time he got stressed he could only imagine having your sweet voice calling him to bed or telling him you made a fresh pot of tea. When he tried to get in his truck to go back to base for a change of pace, your name and phone popping up in his bluetooth menu the moment he turned on the ignition was like a slap back to reality. The reality that he had genuinely believed you might stick around and stay with him, a reality that had been shattered (and no he definitely did not remove your phone, not just because he didn't know how to). You were driving him mad at work too, the team had never seen their cap' with such an abhorrent attitude. Poor Soap and his usually endearing antics were usually the subject of his anger but nobody was safe. Ghost was sighing too loud and Gaz's use of the wrong mug was suddenly criminal.

" 'M tellin' ye mate, never seen the cap'n so...snarly." Soap complained after being told off for what would have usually been a harmless jab.

"Maybe yer' jus' not funny bruv, ever think a tha'?" Gaz was half listening but more focused on scrolling on his phone.

" 'S not tha' ya half-whit, he's been a dick with the lot'f us." The scot bit back, "Almost tore Lt. a new one fer' slammin' a door."

There was a grunt of agreement from the corner of the room and the boys continued to bicker about what could possibly have their captain so worked up but solutions could be agreed upon.

The only person he didn't snap at was Laswell and that was just because she would snap right back, and snap back meaner. When Price was being particularly sharp about a document not being ready on time she let loose, in front of the team.

"Look, John, I don't know what's got you acting so anal to everyone here, but clean up your attitude and fucking fix whatever the hells got you like this before I write you up for workplace harassment." She snapped, muttering the last part under her breath.

And John would have loved to have been able to fix his mood but he didn't know how to. You were lodged in his mind and wouldn't let him go. That slow, bass heavy song you played in the car replayed over and over in his head every time he thought of you. Your voice and the way you felt wrapped around him, but he couldn't for the life of him find the name of the damn song.

And so the slow and agonizing month away from uni dragged until you were back at school. You thought getting back into the rhythm of your classes and work would help you rid yourself of his memory. But no, you could barely focus in class when all your thoughts were of the way he whispered in your ear and opened doors for you. Against your (and your friends) better judgement you began to try and track him down. Retracing your steps from the bar and scouring google maps, even going so far as to search up his name, to no avail. All your friends told you to give up, that some man twice your age wasn't worth it, but you didn't give up, you couldn't. Finally you found a promising looking building on your maps app that you were able to retrace to his flat, looking exactly like you remembered. You didn't waste a second, grabbing your bag in a frenzy the moment you recognized the building.

Fighting with yourself the whole way there, debating every step you took. He might not even be there? He was in the military. Would he even want to see you? What if had wanted you to leave in the first place? It didn't really matter when you were navigating the stairs up to his place and standing in front of the door at 10:00 in the morning. It felt like lifting a 50 pound weight just to raise your hand and knock on his door, and you regretted everything the second you did.

Seconds later, the door knob turned and revealed a sleepy looking and shirtless John who was nonchalantly leaning against the door frame, a bowl of cereal in one hand and a spoon in the other. Don't let him fool you though, it was all an act, on the inside this man was freaking out and absolutely ecstatic to have his pretty bird fly right back into hands.

"Uh...hi." you gulped, trying to look anywhere but his built chest that you remembered the feeling of like it was yesterday.

"How was the break?" He asked, looking down his nose at you with a slightly amused expression that pissed you off, just slightly.

"Look," you started exasperatedly, "I just- I came, well I wanted to-" You could barely get the sentence out as he took a bite of his cereal, leaving the spoon in the bowl.

"C'mere," He said through bites, ushering in you in even as you shifted away, " 'M not going'ta letcha' stand out in the hallway."

And so he ushered you back into his flat, the exact same one you remembered, the record you had played was still on the player.

"Can I getcha' anything?" He asked, leaning against the kitchen table, still working on that bowl of cereal.

"No I'm fine." you responded curtly, leaning against the back of the couch across from him.

He looked like he was about to say something but you cut him off, "Look, I don't even know what I'm doing here but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, about that night. It's been weeks and- and I keep replaying that moment in my mind, the moment before I left- and I just wish I had stayed or something. And I don't know why I'm here- I thought about turning back my whole way here and I think somethings wrong with me because I've never felt like this but I should have just left it alone- but I didn't and I don't-"

You heard the sound of the bowl clattering onto the table before suddenly his lips were on yours, silencing your ramblings and relaxing as he felt you melt into him. All your worries suddenly forgotten now that his hands were on you.

When he parted for air, he rested his forehead against yours murmuring "You 'ave no idea how much 've been missing you my sweet girl, drivin' me fuckin' crazy without'ya." against your skin with a kind of quiet earnestness you had only dreamed of.

You couldn't hold back and began to let out shaking sobs against his chest, hiccuping out "I-I'm sorry for l-leaving, I- I just."

"Shhh s'all right." He cooed, rubbing his hands up and down your back, just happy to have you in his arms again.

When you calmed down enough to pull back and look at him with your tear stained face he smiled, stroking your cheek, "You might want to get ready." He whispered

"Ready f-for what?" You sniffled

" 'M takin' you out on a proper date."

A/n: Old man Price consumes me more and more everyday

[boybandbaby]

I Had Some Help (Evan Buckley x Fem!Reader)

summary: 3 times Buck comes to your rescue, 1 time you come to his

word count: 3618

warnings/tags: alcohol consumption, reader wears a long skirt, reader walking alone at night while drunk, injuries and blood (scraped knees, head injury), car crash, stuck in elevator, Buck’s parents and their behavior (unspecified), suggestive ending

note: pics found on google

Buck had just stepped out of his apartment complex, staring down at his phone as he waited for an Uber.

He was supposed to be meeting the team for dinner and drinks when he noticed you stumbling past him in a hurry. You quietly sang along to a song playing from your phone speaker.

His brows furrowed and he looked around. He watched as your feet crossed one over the other as you walked in a zig zag.

He sensed and saw that something wasn’t right so he decided to go after you, offer some help.

You’d noticed him when you passed but chose to ignore his existence, just trying to get home. You’d unfortunately drank a bit too much to drive home safely, but not enough to forget where you lived.

You heard footsteps behind you and took a quick peek over your shoulder. You made eye contact with the man and saw him open his mouth.

Before he could get anything out, you started jogging. “Hey!”

“Hey yourself asshole!” You shout back, tripping over your feet and tumbling to the ground. “Fuck!” Your phone clashes to the ground and your knees skid on the concrete.

“Are you alright?” Buck asks, kneeling beside you.

“Get away you pervert!” You yell, shooing him away.

“I’m- I’m not a pervert!” He says incredulously. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Do I look okay buddy?” You bark at him. He throws his hands up and stands up, taking a step back.

“Can I take a look at your knees?”

“Why so you can see up my skirt? Ow.” You wince as you try to stand. Tears line your eyes but you refuse to cry in front of this man.

“I’m not a pervert.” He reassures. “I’m a firefighter.”

“Where’s your uniform then?”

“I’m off duty.” He smiles, “look, let me just walk you home.”

“I’ll be fine. Please go about your night. Thank you for checking on me.” You let out a small groan as you get to your feet, pushing against the floor. You fix your skirt, the edges brushing your ankles and the front clinging to your burning knees.

“I have a first aid-“

“I am not going up to your apartment with-“

“I really don’t understand why you think I’m a perv. I’m just trying to be helpful.” He sighs. “I’ll bring the kit down and clean your knees and you’ll be on your way.”

“That sounds okay, I guess. Yes, thank you.” You nod and lean against a lamp post. “Please hurry.”

Buck nods triumphantly before running up to his apartment. He pulls his phone out and cancels his Uber. He texts the group that he’s running late.

Minutes later he exits the building again and looks around. He finds you halfway down the street. Buck’s glad he is fast, not as fast as Eddie of course.

You startle as his figure approaches. “Why’d you leave?”

“You were taking too long.” You shrug.

“I barely took 5 minutes.” He shakes his head. “Here, take a seat on those stairs.”

You comply and slam yourself onto the steps. You stretch your legs out and pull your skirt just above your knees.

“So, you’re really a firefighter?”

“Yeah, for a few years now.” He opens the box and sets it beside you as he pulls his pants up a bit to bend down. He rests his knees on the steps beside your legs.

“I’m sorry for being such a jerk to you.” You sniffle and look to your lap. “Bit of a rough night.”

“And it only got rougher.” He laughs as he pulls an alcohol pad from the box. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I shouldn’t have approached you like I did.”

You shake your hand, waving him off. “I wasn’t even supposed to drink this much or walk home alone. I got into a fight with my best friend at the bar. She’s just driving me crazy with her on again and off again boyfriend.”

“And I’m assuming you told her how crazy she is driving you. This is going to sting a bit.” He warns as he opens the pad and begins cleaning your wounds.

“Ow.” You wince and he lets out a soft sorry. “Yeah, I told her that she should either let him go or stay with him and shut the fuck up about it. I’m so sick of hearing about him.”

Buck reaches for two big square bandaids. “She’ll eventually come to her senses. I’ve been in a fight with my best friend before and I was the one that needed to come to my senses.”

You nod as you watch him carefully place the bandaids on your knees. “All good?”

“All good.” He smiles and exhales a breath as he stands. “Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home? It’s getting pretty late.”

“No, I think I’ll be fine. The floor isn’t spinning as much as before.” You throw your skirt down and use the railing to stand up. Your knees ache and you wobble on your feet as you descend the few steps. “Thank you, for being so patient and kind.”

“It’s really no problem.” He snaps the box shut. “I’d feel better if I walked you. Don’t want you to fall again.”

“You’re persistent.” You smile, the first time that night.

“I’d like to think I’m persuasive.” He smirks.

“Weren’t you on your way out when we first saw each other? Did I completely ruin your plans?”

“Already told my friends I’d be late. What’s a few more minutes?” He bends his arm and holds it out for you.

You hook your arm around his and guide him toward your apartment building. You make small talk about your jobs and he even tells you about his plans for tomorrow with his niece.

You suddenly stop and point to your complex. “This is me.”

“Oh…” He nods, stepping away from you, disappointment evident in voice.

“I really appreciate your help…”

“Buck.”

“Buck.” You smile. “Short for?”

“Oh! Evan Buckley.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Well it was nice meeting you, Buck. Get home safe.” You wave and walk into your building. Buck watches as you head into the elevator, the moment you turn around and meet his eyes, you bite your lip and look down. The doors close and he smiles to himself before shaking his head and pulling out his phone to call for his ride.

Several days later, Buck can’t get you out of his head. He realized he never even got your name. The small interaction you had left a big imprint on him. Your smile, even though he had only seen it just before you parted, reeled him in.

He knows where you live but not your apartment. He knows if he tries to find you, he’d definitely be living up the name you called him when you first met. He sighs and resigns to believing he’d never see you again.

The 118 had been called to a traffic collision in a residential neighborhood. Maddie dispatched them, informing them of a 6 car crash.

Bobby barks out orders as he shuts the door behind him. Eddie and Buck head to the side of the engine to get tools for extraction and rescue while Hen and Chim check the drivers.

One car, a silver Mazda, theorized to be the one at fault, struck a black truck in the intersection. Two cars attempting to get out of the way had swerved and hit another two cars. One of them being yours. You don’t remember much after your rear end was hit and you were pushed into a stop sign.

“Ma’am! Ma’am, can you hear me?” Chim yells from your passenger seat.

Your head rests against the steering wheel as your vision blurs and your head throbs. You’re slouched over the air bag and groggy with confusion.

“Ma’am, LAFD. You’ve been in a car accident.” Bobby says from the drivers side door. He’s already attempted to open the door with no such luck. The window is down which gives him access to atleast communicate with you.

“What?” You lift your head and groan, finally coming to.

“Cap, she’s bleeding from her eyebrow and temple.” Chim pulls something out of his bag and tries to meet your eyes.

“Car accident?” You cough.

“Yeah, we need to get you out of here so we can take a better look at you. You’ve got some bleeding going on.” Chim urges.

“We’re gonna get you out of here. Eddie, Buck come get this door open. Get her to the ambulance and Chim will meet you there.” Bobby orders before moving on to another car to assess.

Eddie uses his tools to get the door open. Buck leans in to cut your seatbelt off. “Hey, I know you!” Buck exclaims with too much excitement for what’s going on.

“Buck?” You croak. “So, you really are a firefighter?”

“Didn’t believe me?” He smiles, “lift your arms, I’m going to pull you out, okay?”

“No, I thought you just used that line to pick up girls.” You sluggishly lift your arms.

“He does.” Eddie laughs. Buck glares at him before getting you all the way out. He sets you on your feet and takes a look at your face, a hand placed delicately on your shoulder.

“Is it bad?” You ask.

“Could be worse. Could be two scrapped up knees after a fight with your best friend.” He smiles.

You laugh and wince immediately. Buck jumps into action and guides you to the truck. Chim introduces himself and begins his assessment. You’ll need stitches and you have a possible concussion.

Before you can thank Buck for saving you again and before he can get your name, you’re already off to the ER.

“Who was that?” Eddie asks Buck once they get into the engine to head back to the station.

“I don’t know her name but we met a few days ago. She’s why I was late to dinner the other day.” He sighs. “I should’ve asked for her name.”

“I don’t think she would’ve remembered it. She was pretty banged up.” Eddie shrugs.

“Yeah…” Buck mumbles, slumping in his seat.

Bobby looks to Eddie and then back to Buck before turning towards the windshield.

When Chim and Hen get back from dropping you off at the hospital, Buck asks how you were doing.

They exchange looks of confusion. “Why are you so interested?” Hen inquires.

“Nothing, just worried about her is all.”

“You like her!” Chimney screeches. “Who is she?”

“I don’t like her, I barely know her.” Buck shakes his head.

“He doesn’t even know her name.” Eddie adds as he passes by to get to the locker room.

Hen gives your first name. “Didn’t get a last name though.”

Buck repeats your name before smiling. “Thanks.” He runs up to the loft area leaving Chim and Hen confused.

“What is he going to do?” Chim groans.

Unfortunately for Buck, just knowing your first name and how you looked wasn’t enough to find you on social media. And even if he did, would you find him weird for adding you?

Days go by and he’s given up on seeing you again. He’s not even sure if you’d be interested in going out with him if he did see you again and finally made a move. It’s also not like he can make a move when he’s on duty, he’s definitely not that kind of guy anymore.

Something about you though, something is telling him he could be missing out something good. Even if it just turns out to be a friendship.

Buck is over his moping phase at this point. He’s back to his usual self in no time and that means working his ass off.

The team is called to a mall for a malfunctioning elevator. There’s 5 civilians trapped inside, have been for about 45 mins. The doors have opened but the elevator is stuck between two floors.

“Alright, you guys know the drill. Eddie and Buck work to get everyone out safely, Chim and Hen standby for any injuries.” Bobby commands as they enter the mall.

Bobby begins shouting for bystanders to clear the area and give them room to work. He meets with head of mall security to gather information.

Security then takes them to the elevator in question.

Bobby kneels down and sees an older couple, a father with his young son, and a young woman. “LAFD here. Stay calm and we’ll get you out in no time.”

He ushers for Eddie and Buck to come forward. He instructs Eddie to get inside to assist in getting everyone out, Buck stays outside to retrieve each person.

“Okay, we’ll start with you.” He points to the older couple. “Then you.” He points at you.

“Actually, I think you should do them first. He’s pretty scared.” You point to the kid.

“As long as you’re sure.”

You nod and Eddie begins hoisting the old woman up and into the opening. Buck helps her stand on two feet and to the side as she waits for her husband.

“You look familiar.” Eddie says to you as he picks the older man up.

“You work with Buck right? I was in that car crash the other day.” You turn to show your healing eyebrow and temple.

“Yes! Y/n right?” He helps the man out.

“Y/n?” Buck asks having heard Eddie’s exclamation. He then leans down to lend a hand to the man who meets his wife with a hug.

“Hey Buck.” You wave through the small opening, smiling sheepishly. “I must have bad luck, huh?”

“Or good luck since Buck’s always around.” Eddie smirks in Buck’s direction as he hands him the small boy.

They get the father out next and then you’re up. Eddie helps you up and into the opening. Buck grabs both of your hands and helps you stand.

“You’re always coming to my rescue, Buckley.” You dust off your legs and laugh. “At least this time I’m not bleeding.”

“Or driving.” He jokes before getting serious. “How are you feeling by the way? Knees doing alright? Head feeling okay?” He inquires.

“It’s been a rough couple of days but I’m feeling much better.” You smile. “Thank you.”

“Just doing my job.” He nods. Buck maintains his professionalism even though he really wants to talk to you, ask for your number, and flirt but he knows it wouldn’t look good. He sighs and meets your eyes. He can see you’re waiting for more, more conversation or maybe for him to make a move. He doesn’t.

“Well, I’ll leave you to your duties. Thanks, Buck.” You wave, smile dropping as you turn away.

“What was that?” Hen asks as the team heads out.

“Isn’t this the woman you’ve been moping around about?” Chimney asks. “Why didn’t you ask for her number or for her social media?”

“I’m at work.” Buck shrugs.

“Like that’s stopped you before.” Hen snorts. Buck stays quiet and places his equipment back into the engine.

“I forgot my uh bag in there. I’ll be back.” Chin informs the team before jogging back into the mall.

“Didn’t he just put his bag in?” Hen asks Chim.

Chim is lucky enough to find you standing in line at a wetzel pretzel near the elevator you just escaped from.

“Hey!” He calls out.

“Hi?”

You watch as Chim takes a napkin from the counter and pulls a pen out of his pocket. “I think you should have Buck’s number on hand. In case you get hurt or something again.” He hands you a napkin with a number on it.

Before you can even ask any questions, he bolts out of the mall. You laugh, shaking your head.

It isn’t until later that night when you decide to text him.

You: Hey Buck, it’s y/n. Your friend gave me your number. Said I might need it if I get hurt again 😂

It’s several hours later when he finally texts back. Several hours due to finishing his shift, scolding (and thanking) Chim for meddling, and freaking out that he now has a way to contact you.

Buck: hey! I’m sorry about him lol

You: no worries, he’s kinda funny. Seems like a good friend though

Buck: he is, in fact he’s my brother in law

Buck: I’m sorry about earlier. I know I was kind of acting a little weird

You: that’s okay, figured the job was taking a toll on you, long shifts and all

Buck: actually, I had made peace with the fact that I’d never see you or speak to you again so seeing you but not being able to ask you out made me a little sad

You: you wanted to ask me out?

Buck: well yeah, I mean I believe in signs from the universe and we’ve met three times

You: met meaning you’ve saved my ass three times. What do you think the universe is trying to tell me?

Buck: maybe that you should go on a date with a first responder

You: you’re smooth, Buckley

You: let’s say I agree to this date, what’s in it for me?

Buck: well, I can guarantee good company and good food and maybe one day where you don’t have to worry about getting into any trouble

Buck: as long as I’m there, you’re covered

You: hmmm 🤔

You: I guess I would like to step foot out of my apartment without getting injured or trapped somewhere

Buck: so that’s a yes?

You: just name the time and place

From then on you and Buck had been inseparable. You’d been in that gray area of being friends but also dating.

He had told you a lot about his childhood and relationship with his parents. While it was a work in progress, some days were better than others. You had shared your personal traumas and troubles as well. You’d created a close bond that was leading to something more serious.

This morning he had told you that he was going to brunch with his parents then would come over after for your usual movie night.

Buck: they’re driving me nuts already

Buck: it’s like I can’t do anything right

You: I’m sorry

You: where are you?

Buck: that place on La Brea Ave

Buck: wish you were here but then that would mean you’d have to deal with them too

You: I could be?

You: if you really want me too

Buck: wait seriously?

You don’t respond, instead hopping into your car and heading toward the restaurant. You’re not sure entirely what you plan to do but knowing Buck is there and not having a good time, hurts your heart.

Due to traffic, you’re there in about 25 minutes.

You: need some saving? come outside

Buck: ???

You: come outside!!

It’s another 3 minutes before you see Buck exit the front door. His face breaks out into a smile when he sees you.

“What are you doing here?” He wraps his arms under your arms and pulls you up onto your tip toes in a hug. He’s warm and smells syrupy and sweet like pancakes.

“Figured I could rescue you for a change.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders. “You don’t have to stay here with them.” You whisper into his ear. “Let’s leave.”

“You didn’t have to come. I know how you feel about driving right now.” He buries his face in your shoulder.

“I wanted to come and get you. You don’t have to put up with your parents. I know it’s not easy for you.” You squeeze him into you. “All you have to do is say yes and get in the car.”

He’s quiet for a moment before he shakes his head. “If I leave now, I’ll have to hear it later.”

“I could come inside then. I can sit a few tables away?” You offer.

“Or you could come in… as my girlfriend?” He pulls back, watching your face.

“Really?” Your entire face lights up, eyes wide with joy. “Yes! To both.” You laugh.

“You don’t know how much this means to me.” He brings you back into his chest for a hug.

“It’s nothing.” You assure, rubbing your hand over his back.

“No, it’s everything.” He pulls away. “You mean a lot to me.”

“You mean a lot to me to, Buck.” You lace your hands together and intertwine your fingers. “I’ll always be here whenever you need me.”

He smiles and brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Okay, just a warning. They are really on another level today.”

You laugh, “I think I can manage but the moment it gets too much, we’re outta here. Got it?”

He nods, smile wide as his eyes crinkle. “Too much for you or for me?”

“Both?” You shrug, bringing a hand to his face. Your thumb runs over the little crows feet indent near his eyes. “I could always get injured as a way to get us out.”

“You thinking a fall or a car crash?” He pulls you into his side and begins walking inside the restaurant. He places a hand on lower back.

“I’m debating between getting crushed by a fire truck or getting stuck by lightening.” You nudge his side, giggling. Buck glares at you before pinching your butt.

“Ow, you pervert!” You whisper yell. “You’re supposed to be helping others not hurting others.”

“I’ll show you a pervert later and make it up to you.” He winks. Your face flushes with heat before you’re introducing yourself to his parents.

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Hi friend!!! 💕💕💕 I have a request for you 😉

Another Taylor themed one for you because your Taylor inspired fics just ✨hit different✨

Smutty “So High School” inspired with maybe Gamer!Eddie?? Messing around with him when people are around and you need to be quiet- ‘touch me while your bros play grand theft auto’

Hi, friend!! That’s so sweet, of you to say! Ugh, I’ve been wanting to write a fic based on this song and that line specifically so this is the perfect excuse!

cw: MDNI (18+) fingering, use of the word whore

It’s late when you come home from work but Eddie and his friends are still very much awake, the five of them in the living room, all of them in the same positions, playing the same game they were when you left in the morning.

Eddie is sitting on the couch while the others in the floor playing the actual game. He’s never been a fan of playing it, but he likes watching. You wave to the boys the excuse yourself to go change into some sweatpants and one of Eddie’s t-shirts. You just need to be comfy.

Once you’re all dressed, you head back into the living room and sit next to Eddie on the couch, the two of you sharing a blanket as you cuddle into him, holding each other as you both watch the game on the screen.

But you’re not paying attention. You love cuddling, but what you really need is for everyone to get out so you can take your boyfriend right there on the couch. The day was long and rough and you just need Eddie. You need him so bad that you’re aching, your cunt so wet that you’re afraid that you’re leaking through your sweatpants.

Eddie’s so focused on the TV that he’s not even paying attention until he’s noticed that you’ve grabbed hold of his hand. He thinks that you just want to hold it and only catches on once his fingers dip into your waistband.

His eyes widen and he leans forward, his lips right by your ear so no one else can hear him.

“What are you doing?” He asks and you bite down on your bottom lip, suddenly afraid to tell him the truth.

“I need you,” you whisper back and he just chuckles as he pulls back to look at me.

“You can have me. We can go upstairs right now.” You think he’s so sweet for offering, but by the time you get upstairs and undressed, the need will most likely wear off.

“And leave your friends? No, your fingers are fine.” You push his hand further down your pants but he stops before they’ve actually gotten to your cunt.

“You’re going to make noise.” You know he’s right, but you’ll risk it. You just need him so badly and you need him right now. What part of that is he not getting?

“No I won’t,” you shake your head and he gives you a pointed look.

“Baby, you’re loud.” He’s got you again, but you don’t know how else to get your fix. You suppose you can just go upstairs and take care of yourself, but it’s not nearly the same and you know he knows that.

“Please,” you beg, jutting your bottom lip out, knowing that look always makes him give in. His hand dips lower into your pants and he adjusts his body so he can access you better.

His fingers graze back and forth across your slit and you’re whining already which causes him to slap his hand to your mouth with a warning look.

He shoves his fingers inside you with no warning and you try your best to stifle your moan. They move back and forth slowly to warm you up, but you don’t need any of that. You need it hard and rough just the way you like it. Eddie knows that but he gets off by being a fucking tease so that’s what he’s going to be tonight.

But just as you’re about to ask, he shoves them both fully inside you, pressing his hand harder to your mouth to muffle your sounds as best as he can.

As his fingers are fucking you, he leaned forward again so that his lips are right by your ear for the second time. His breath is creating goosebumps along your arms and you wait for him to speak, just knowing that it’s going to be filthy.

“Yeah?” He whispers. “You like that you little whore? You think this is rough? Just wait until we’re alone.” You’re looking forward to it, knowing that he’s getting to be as needy as you are, desperate to have his sock inside you as he goes hard, wanting so desperately to fill you into he absolutely can’t anymore.

You moan again, louder this time and Eddie thinks you’re about to blow the whole thing, but the boys are still glued to the screen, not even paying the slightest attention to what’s going on behind him. He’s convinced that the two of you could have full on sex right there and they wouldn’t even notice.

His fingers are moving even faster and harder somehow and you’re now flat on the couch, Eddie lying against you, the blanket still covering your bodies as he’s working his hardest in order to get you to orgasm.

He watches your back arch and he knows you’re close. Your eyes are shut tight and he’s got on a smug smirk as you orgasm, his hand bringing the corner of the blanket to muffle your moans even more. God, he needs you and he needs you now.

As you’re coming down, he removes his fingers from your and licks them clean to get rid of the evidence then stands from the couch, moving to his friends, confiscating the controllers from each of them before ushering them out the door so he can fuck his girlfriend.

As soon as they’re all gone, Eddie puts the controllers back where they go and turns of the console and tv before picking you up from the couch and throwing you over his shoulder then hurrying up to the stairs to your room, slamming the door with every intention of making you scream as loud as you can.

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Friends to lovers because THE STREETS NEED DAT!!!!😫 (me. I need dat. Expeditiously.) All Fluff! Blk Fem!Reader🫶🏾

Neighbor!Mingi who moved in next door to you over a year ago, and your first impression of him being him knocking on your door to introduce himself, SURE, but also to shazam the song you had playing on your TV.

Neighbor!Mingi who you got close to quick cause he’s just a cool guy. Weird? sure. A loser? Oh, absolutely. And you know what? Hell yeah.

Neighbor!Mingi who will enter your apartment through your fire escape window because “It makes life more exciting.” So whenever you host movie night you keep the window cracked so he doesn’t have to knock.

Neighbor!Mingi who will probably sleep through his alarms, so you wake him up so he’s not late for the subway to work (he misses it, you gotta drive him🥴).

Neighbor!Mingi who goes grocery shopping for HIS apartment but likes to cook in YOUR kitchen???? Then take the cooked food back to his apartment????? He shares and does the dishes, but damn?!?!??

Neighbor!Mingi who you force to watch all seasons of “Girlfriends”, “Living Single”, & “A Different World” with you, which wasn’t really forced cause he locks in on the drama quick. “The pizza guy is he-” “Wait! Wait! Dwayne is gonna crash Whitley’s wedding!”

Neighbor!Mingi who’ll rush over to kill a bug for you in an instant, BUT! He won’t leave unless you pay him in food or snacks. Every fucking time.

Neighbor!Mingi who keeps your company on wash day and will purposely take all day doing an intricate skincare routine out of solidarity.

Neighbor!Mingi who will hang out on your shared fire escape with burgers on Valentine’s Day because you both went on dates and they were terrible so now you have to debrief each other on your respective horror stories.

Neighbor!Mingi who buys two of everything so you can have one for your place as well.

Neighbor!Mingi who you invite to run errands with you because it got to a point where him just showing up at your window every now and again wasn’t enough.

Neighbor!Mingi who got drunk with you one night and got teary eyed hearing you sing your heart out to “Love and War” by Tamar Braxton.

Neighbor!Mingi who saw movers at your apartment and got sad that you were moving, so he wrote you a letter and left it on your fire escape window sill….

on a windy night….so it blew away…...🤦🏾‍♀️

Neighbor!Mingi who you actively watched attempt to pull off the sneaky letter delivery, and fail miserably in real time, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that night so you just wait until you see him again.

Neighbor!Mingi who is relieved once you explain that the movers were at your place because you’re getting in a whole new living room set and needed to remove your old one…but embarrassed after you admit seeing the whole mail thing go down.

Neighbor!Mingi who thinks “Fuck it, if not now then when?” and confesses to you. And you smile and laugh because FINALLY. You thought YOU were gonna have to do a cryptic confession and that probably would’ve been worse or 3x more embarrassing.😭

Neighbor!Mingi who, now, doesn’t need a valid reason to just show up at your apartment. And neither do you!

Neighbor!Mingi who rubbed off on you BAD so now you enter his place through the fire escape window at 6am on Saturday mornings to finish sleeping in while hogging 75% of the blankets, and there’s nothing he can do about it💁🏾‍♀️.

Neighbor!Mingi who’ll try to repair or diy things around your place so you don’t have to pay to have it fixed (but he lowkey sucks so you end up having to get it fixed regardless, BUT he pays for it because girlfriend privileges🫶🏾✨)

Neighbor!Mingi that invites his and your friends over for game nights only to jokingly send them home when you’re both getting collectively smoked. Yes, he still preps food and snacks in your kitchen just to bring it next door.

Neighbor!Mingi who leaves little remnants of his at your place. An extra toothbrush here, a sweater and a pair of shoes there. Also has a silk pillowcase on the bed for you at his place.

Neighbor!Mingi who you kinda don’t want to be your neighbor anymore.

Neighbor!Mingi that you propose should become Roommate!Mingi once his lease is up at the end of the year, and he kisses you before you can even finish the suggestion.

Neighbor!Mingi that just so happens to be an amazing boyfriend and will be one hell of a roomie!❣️

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Bakugou’s Playlist about you

CW: toxicity, sexual themes, swearing, self-loathing, Romantic themes, sensual themes

His thoughts behind most of the songs:

Realistically, I feel like Bakugou is the type of person to “make” a playlist about you, but it's just songs he really likes.

This song is good = reminds me of (y/n)

Nonetheless, these are some songs I think would symbolize his inner monologue.

I researched these songs, and the vibe he releases is rock and ballads. I tried avoiding a lot of songs that were a bit too pop and went for more of a “rock ballad” sound. I also feel like he'd add softer rock and rap since you're his soft spot (teehee)

The undertones of some of the songs are toxic but I think it adds to his mindset and a lot of his in-show relationships (His journey of self-loathing himself and thinking less of himself/thinking someone so good is above him)

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Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

[ “They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do”

“‘Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school”

“But their lips met, and reservations started to pass”

“Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last” ]

He’s passionate and extremely intense. If you like a guy who fits that description, then all you gotta do is make your move. This song is his initial crush song. These emotions interfere with his personal and work life if he is not alert. He cares about his future and just hopes that you're a part of it.

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Romantic Dreams - Deftones

[ “So heartless we march into the fumes”

“In time, in sync”

“Tonight the stage is yours” ]

He wants to show you off. You'd be a right-hand man, a partner for life. Bakugou understands the path he's going down is gonna have a ton of attention and hardship. He wants a partner that can handle that and thinks you are fully capable. He thinks you're amazing and powerful, “such a power couple we’ll be.” is all he ever thinks about.

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Baby Blue Movie - Ciggarettes After Sex

[ “Don't you know the love that you want is all the love that you needed?”

“Gave me all you had”

“Gave me all the love that you want, all the love that you needed” ]

You are an extremely compassionate person, you tend to think about others a lot more than yourself. A little bit too giving, and he notices that. You’re burnt out and that's okay. He is too. It's hard living the lives you do. He just wants to lift the weight off of your shoulders and give you comfort.

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Bad Habit - Steve Lacy

[ “I bite my tongue, it’s a bad habit.”

“Kinda mad that I didn't take a stab at it”

“Thought you were to good for me my dear” ]

He feels like he's constantly messed up opportunities. Like life is slipping by. “But I'm the best, right? Why the hell is this happening.” it pangs his heart every time you give someone else your attention. Isn't he funny? Isn't he the best? Isn't he the only one deserving of your attention? His behavior created a grave of obsession, an unhealthy dependency, on someone who'd given him a slice of normality. You hadn't put him on a pedestal, you treated him like a person. This was his battle, he couldn't treat you as his mirror. You were too good for him, and he knows that. He had to better himself.

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IFHY (feat. Pharrell) - Tyler, The Creator, Pharrell Williams

[ “I fucking hate you”

“But I love you”

“I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled” ]

He is an extremely angry individual, it was even hard for him to understand how you’re able to put up with him. Maybe you don't, and that's good. It's damaging to be around someone so angry and violent the entire time. At least acknowledges that, but is he willing to fix it? For you, anything. He can be very flippant and in his head a lot of the time. You don’t give him any reasons to be angry, but of course, he likes giving himself problems. It’s not intentional, but the battle with himself is strong. Keeping the relationship neutral is best for now.. neither of you want that though.

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Do I Wanna Know? - Artic Monkeys

[ “I'm sorry to interrupt. It's just I'm constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you”

“I don't know if you feel the same as I do”

“But we could be together if you wanted to” ]

Do you feel the same way? Are you wanting him as badly as he wants you (I mean if you’re reading this then it’s most likely yes) but he doesn’t know that. His pride is too great to be rejected. He just wants to hear it from your lips. The same ones he dreams of kissing every night. It drives him insane. If only you could throw him a bone, just some kind of sign to know you actually like him.

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About a Girl - Nirvana

[ “I'm standing in your line”

“I do hope you have the time”

“I do pick a number too”

“I do keep a date with you” ]

He’s a sucker for you. Thinking about only you. Pining for your companionship, it feels wrong for him to think about anyone else. It wasn't even a question that he wouldn't think about anyone else. You get a lot more attention than you think, so he'll have to move fast.

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Everlong - Foo Fighters

[ “Breathe out”

“So I can breathe you in”

“Hold you in” ]

He wants to be with your being, to get to know every fiber and cell that he’s completely infatuated with. In his head, he’s already committed, others become blurs in his mind. He wants to take away any pain within you. He wants to be the sweet relief of taking deep breaths, soothing your soul, clearing your head. He can be extremely passionate but doesn’t reveal it to people who aren’t worth his time.

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Back to the Old House - The Smiths

[ “And you never knew”

“How much I really liked you”

“Cause I never even told you”

“Oh, but I meant to” ]

Due to his cold personality, it seemed impossible for Bakugou being able to have feelings for someone. It's not hard to miss anything that signifies his feelings for you. He’s scared, which is sweet but also sad. He’s had numerous chances to tell you. There’s nothing he desires more than to hold you and tell you those magical words.

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Cherry waves - Deftones

[ “You hang the anchors over my neck”

“I liked it at first, but the more you laughed”

“The crazier I came” ]

This song represents the battle with himself. He's afraid if he lets you in, that'll ruin you. He's a target. The League of Villains, his associates, how dangerous his quirk can be. There's a ton of factors. He was never too focused on dating, but once you became his anchor, he didn't want to let you go.

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Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

[ “And I'd give up forever to touch you”

“‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow”

“You’re the closest to heaven that I'll ever be” ]

You've definitely captured his heart, someone he’s always wanted to touch emotionally. No matter how hard he tries, it feels as though something always pulls him back. Like a metaphorical “hell” he thinks he belongs to. His loathing runs deep, but you don't make him feel that way.

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The Perfect Girl - Mareux

[ “Youre such a strange girl”

“The way you look like you do”

“You're such a strange girl”

“I want to be with you” ]

Everyone is particularly strange to him, but you? It’s like you were meant to catch his eye. Nothing physically about you is off to him, but the weirdest thing about you is your personality. The last person to catch his attention this much was Kirishima. He started to remember your name just like his best friend. You were different though.

[gigiszn]

I'M HERE — kang dae-ho x fem!reader

tw: mentions of sorta daddy issues ??, forced breakup, kinda angst like theres some tears, mentions of death, mentions of gunshots!

FLUFF!

wc: 3.0k

i wanted to bring some aspects of squid games to life! fluff is amazing, but how can there be fluff without a little heartbreak?? ;))

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

You never thought life would take you to this point. You never imagined being driven away in a car, only to wake up in a sterile, white-walled room—surrounded by a sea of eight-row bunk beds, and hundreds of strangers. Yet here you were, sliding off the edge of your top bunk—the one tucked into the corner, making it easy to drop down onto the platform below.

The cold metal floor hit your feet with a thud, but the jarring impact didn’t compare to the shock that hit you next.

You looked up. Your heart stuttered. And there he was—Dae-ho.

The air between you thickened as your gazes locked. His face was just as stunned as yours, his eyes wide, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. "Dae-ho?" you whispered, breath catching in your throat.

His name hung in the air, a ghost from the past you never expected to face again.

"Is that really you?" Dae-ho barely managed to breathe out, his voice faltering as emotions he hadn’t even known he still carried rushed to the surface.

Ex-relationships are always complicated, but this? This was something else entirely. A clean break from a toxic partner is simple—sharp, quick, done. But this was no ordinary breakup.

You hadn’t wanted it to end. Hell, you still weren’t sure if you were ready to let go.

But his father had forced your hand from your Dae-ho's—figuratively, and literally. He’d never liked you. Not one bit. It had been clear the day he sent Dae-ho off to the military, isolating him from you, cutting all contact. He warned you not to talk to his 'precious boy' anymore, and much to your despair, you'd listened. And just like that, your relationship had faded away—no closure for him, no goodbyes.

Years had passed since then. No voice, no words, no scent of sandalwood and roses clinging to his skin.

Before you could say another word, the sharp sound of a buzzer ripped through the room.

You found yourself stepping away, heading into the main area of the room without a second glance. You didn’t know what would happen if you spoke to Dae-ho, but one thing was clear: if his father found out, he’d finish what he started. The thought sent a chill down your spine. You couldn’t allow that—no matter what. As much as you loved him, keeping him alive was all that mattered to you. Even if it meant never hearing his voice again. Even if it meant never touching him again. His heartbeat, his breath, that was enough for you.

Hundreds of people crowded the space, their faces a blur of tension and anticipation as they formed a line to pass through the doors. One by one, they took their photos, the flash stinging the air, and you tried to stay in the moment, ignoring the weight of eyes that seemed to follow you, but your gaze couldn’t help but flicker toward him. There he was, Dae-ho, standing in the line next to you, desperately trying to make eye contact. He waved once, his movements jerky, but you kept your focus fixed straight ahead. Your heart clenched. You couldn’t afford to look at him—not now. Not with everything on the line.

The doors creaked open, and the first game was revealed. Red light, green light. Simple, right? Just follow the rules. Stop when the song halts and run when it plays. Piece of cake, right?

But you were wrong.

As the song played, the rhythm easy at first, you shifted nervously, waiting for the game to begin. Then the unthinkable happened. A deafening gunshot sliced through the air. A woman at the front, his face twisted in fear and panic, crumpled to the ground. His body lay still. Gone. You blinked, dazed, the blood draining from your face. The man had been right—his warning had been clear, but you'd thought it was just another crazy story. You weren’t supposed to die. This was just a game. But the reality hit hard.

One by one, people were dropping. A few screamed, others froze, but you barely noticed them. Your focus narrowed, panic seizing your throat. The beat of your heart felt louder than the music, the pulse in your ears like a warning bell. Dae-ho. Where was he? Was he safe? Was he—?

The song slowed. Your legs tensed instinctively, muscles wound tight, and the room seemed to hold its breath. The doll’s mechanical song dragged, slowing the pace with it. You had to stop. Now. The world around you faded to a blur, the only thing clear in your mind being the instinctual need to freeze.

But then, suddenly, you felt a violent shove from behind. A force—strong, insistent—pushed you forward, and before you could even comprehend it, the words Red light! rang out. The game was on.

Your heart was pounding in your chest now, painfully fast, like it was trying to break free. No! Not like this, you thought. You could practically feel the cold barrel of the gun against your skin, the promise of the end so near. You braced yourself, waiting for the sound of the bullet, the sharp sting of death to end it all. You closed your eyes, knowing it was inevitable.

But then, it didn’t come.

Instead, there was a tug—a firm grip at the back of your tracksuit. The force of the pull was sharp, but comforting in a way. When the next green light was called, you whipped around, wide-eyed, heart racing even faster as you finally met the gaze of the person you never thought you’d see again, standing there, just behind you.

Dae-ho.

He was alive. His eyes were filled with concern, his face flushed with the panic he’d clearly held in for so long. The world around you seemed to blur as everything else disappeared into the background. All you could focus on was the boy standing in front of you, alive, breathing, and here. He was here.

You barely left Dae-ho’s side as the game progressed. Every move he made, you mirrored. When he ran, you ran. When he stopped, you stopped, your heart racing as the seconds ticked by. It felt as though you were tethered to him, a constant pull drawing you closer to the finish line, to safety, to him. The world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. The other players, their screams, their desperation—they were mere echoes in the background as you both raced forward, heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of the game.

The finish line loomed ahead, and with a burst of adrenaline, you crossed it together. The timer blinked, and you both had made it—20 seconds to spare. You could hardly believe it. You were alive. He was alive. But at what cost?

The air felt thick with tension as you were herded back into the main room. The door slammed shut behind you, and the buzzing of the lights above made your head spin. The atmosphere shifted, and the sound of a heavy mechanism groaning filled the space. A massive golden piggy bank, the size of a small house, began to lower from the ceiling, its shiny surface glinting ominously. It creaked and groaned, the weight of its golden exterior pressing down like a reminder of what had just transpired.

Slowly, almost ceremoniously, it opened, revealing the amount of money won from the first game. The sight of it made your stomach churn. It was a fortune, no doubt. Enough to change the course of your life.

But the bloodshed—the cost—it weighed heavily on you. One person dead, their life snuffed out in an instant, was worth that much? You thought of the shark-like faces that had been hunting you before the moment you stepped into this nightmare, their breath cold on your neck, their eyes filled with hunger. That kind of money could’ve silenced two of them. Maybe even more.

Your gaze flickered toward Dae-ho, and you felt a knot tighten in your chest. He was staring at the money too, his expression unreadable for a moment before something in his eyes shifted. The desire was there—strong and undeniable. The temptation. He wanted to stay. He wanted to keep playing, to risk everything for the money.

You could see it in the way his hands twitched, how his lips pressed together, a faint tremor running through his body. There was something in the way he looked at the money—something hungry. You knew he wasn’t just thinking about himself. He was thinking about survival. This was a chance, maybe the only chance, to get out of this alive with something to show for it.

You didn’t want that. You didn’t want this to be the kind of world you lived in. But you loved him. You loved him enough to understand the desperation in his eyes.

So when the time came to vote, you didn’t hesitate. You knew what he wanted. You knew what he needed. And you couldn’t bear to leave him alone in this hellhole, not when there was so much more at stake than money. The choice was clear, despite the gnawing fear in your gut. You voted to stay.

For him. For you. For the hope that there might still be a way out.

Dinner came and went. It was nothing more than a piece of stale bread and a cup of water—barely enough to fill the gnawing emptiness in your stomach. But you didn’t complain. There wasn’t much to complain about anymore. You’d stopped expecting comfort, stopped hoping for kindness. It was just survival now.

When the lights flickered off, signaling the end of another day in this twisted hell, the silence that followed felt deafening. The weight of everything pressing down on your chest was almost unbearable. You needed an escape, even if just for a moment. You needed to clear your head, to put some space between yourself and the madness of it all.

You slipped quietly out of the room and made your way toward the bathroom, hoping for a minute alone to breathe. But when you reached the door, it was locked. You knocked once, then twice, then—desperate—began banging your fists against the cold metal.

"Please, I really need to pee, sir!" you begged, your voice strained, but the masked guard’s only response was the cold, unfeeling click of the window slamming shut.

Frustration bubbled up inside you. You could feel the pressure building in your abdomen, but your pleas felt like nothing more than echoes in an empty room. Why were they doing this? What kind of sadistic game was this? You rested your forehead against the door, taking a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, when suddenly—without warning—you felt a hand fall gently on your shoulder.

You flinched at the unexpected touch, but then you recognized the familiar warmth.

"Hey," Dae-ho’s voice was low but determined. "I need to pee, too! You want us to go on this floor? We will!"

He banged his fist against the door with a force that made you jump. The guard hesitated, and after a tense beat, reluctantly opened the door. You slipped inside quickly, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you entered, the guard’s attention was distracted by a call from another one further down the hall. Dae-ho walked beside you, silent for a moment, as you approached the bathrooms.

When you reached the women’s restroom, though, Dae-ho suddenly grabbed your arm, pulling you toward the men's bathroom.

"What are you doing?" you hissed, your voice sharp and panicked. "I can’t be in here!"

You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.

"Stop. Just trust me." His voice was quiet, but there was something in it—something raw—that made you pause.

You swallowed hard, but before you could protest further, he pulled you through the door. The sound of it clicking shut behind you felt suffocating.

The dim lights of the men's room flickered overhead, casting strange shadows on the walls. You tried to shake off the feeling of discomfort, but there was something about being this close to him, this far from the boundaries you’d set, that made your heart race in an unfamiliar way.

As you walked to the far side of the restroom, trying to keep a distance, Dae-ho stopped.

His eyes locked onto yours, and there was a vulnerability there you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“You left me,” he spoke, his tone breaking slightly. "You... you left me. You let me go off to the military, and you broke up with me.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and painful. You froze, your heart thudding painfully in your chest. You hadn’t realized until that moment just how much it had affected him. You knew he didn't know what you knew, the terror his father caused you. But now, standing here in this sterile, lifeless place, you saw the cracks in his carefully constructed armor.

His lip quivered slightly, the tremor in his voice unmistakable. It hit you like a ton of bricks, the weight of the words, the regret in his eyes. It wasn’t just about the game anymore—it was about the past, the choices, the hurt that neither of you had truly addressed until now.

Your chest tightened as you fought the urge to say something, anything, to make things right. But you didn’t know how. The distance between you felt so vast, yet at the same time, so painfully close.

In the quiet of the men’s bathroom, with the weight of his confession lingering in the air, you realized something. This wasn’t just about survival anymore. It was about what you had lost, what you were still holding onto. And maybe, just maybe, this moment was where the game truly began for both of you.

“I... had to,” you whispered, barely able to keep your voice steady. Your head hung low, the weight of the confession almost too much to bear. “Your father made me. He... said he would...” You couldn’t finish it. The words stuck in your throat, sharp and heavy. You knew if you said it all, it would be like betraying everything. But it didn’t matter. Dae-ho understood.

The flicker of anger in his eyes came like a sudden storm—raw and violent—before it quickly faded into something else. Something deeper. His face hardened, but there was a pain there. Regret. Not at you, but for you. His father had broken you in ways you couldn’t even fully explain.

He took a step forward, his movements deliberate, as if he couldn’t trust himself to be gentle. Every inch he closed between you felt like a pressure building in the air, the space between you so thick it was almost suffocating. Your breath hitched in your chest, a lump forming in your throat. You could barely look at him, afraid of what you might see in his eyes. But when you finally dared, you saw only the raw vulnerability of someone who had been hurt too.

The space between you was closing, inch by inch. Your noses almost touching, you could feel his breath, ragged and uneven, mingling with yours. And for the first time in a long time, your heart felt like it was no longer beating alone.

You thought he would shout. You thought he would accuse you—demand to know why you hadn’t fought harder, why you had let his father control you. Why you had let him. But instead, there was only silence. A silence that spoke louder than anything he could say.

And then, without warning, he moved. His hands reached for you, not in anger, but with a kind of urgency that left you breathless. His lips found yours—soft at first, but with an intensity that caught you off guard. You could feel the desperation in it. The kiss was frantic, but it wasn’t about passion—it was about something much deeper. It was as if he had been holding his breath for too long, as if the moment had been building between you for ages, and now, he had no choice but to release it all.

His lips moved against yours with such intensity that you felt like you were drowning in him. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t about hunger or lust. It was about the ache between you—about the years apart, the things left unsaid, the things neither of you had ever been strong enough to face. His lips trembled against yours, as though they were desperate for the air you breathed. And yours—yours were his oxygen.

You responded instinctively, your arms winding around him, pulling him closer. As you did, a quiet, broken cry escaped you. It was soft, but full of so much pain that it took your breath away. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The floodgates had opened. Every single fear, every regret, every moment of helplessness that you had buried deep inside spilled out in that single, desperate sound. And it was swallowed by the kiss, as if he could take it all from you and make it disappear.

When you finally pulled apart, gasping for air, your head dropped to the crook of his neck, your body trembling. You could feel his pulse thudding under your cheek—steady and sure, a reminder that he was there, that you were still here, that this was still real. You closed your eyes tightly, as if trying to hold on to the moment for just a little bit longer. The world outside was still chaos, still cruel, but in this single, fragile moment, you had found something solid.

You didn’t speak. Neither of you did. The silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was an unspoken understanding. You both knew that words couldn’t fix everything, but you knew being with each other could.

"I'm here," You whispered, nails digging into the back of his neck as if you were afraid he would disappear, "I'm always gonna be here."

[damnfeelings09]

Who'd have known? - Shadow's version

A.N: Hello! been in a little writters block and finally pulled myself out of it thanks to @dayoftearsandmourning lovely request so this one goes specially for her (I hope it's what u wanted)I hadn't heard this song before but it's so cute an fluffy so I hope I made justice. Also yes I know Rouge is not (yet) on the SMU (sonic movie universe) but I dont care.

Shadow felt comfortable, welcoming the warmth in his chest, his muscles relaxing allowing himself to drift away, something that only happened when he was with you, even while doing the most mundane things like sitting next to you watching your favorite show. Shadow had stopped paying attention to the TV, fixing his attention on you noticing every change in your expression, the little smile peeking out of your lips, the flutter of your eyelashes, the way you puckered your nose when the main character got into trouble. He noticed how you hugged your torso, the cold of the night becoming present, without thinking, without planning it, he placed his arm around your shoulders, as if it were the most natural thing between you.

“…Put your arm around my shoulder And it was as if the room got colder”

The gesture did not go unnoticed by you. The warmth flooding your cheeks painting them pink, you enjoyed his company and certainly enjoyed his touch making circles on your shoulder. From time to time you would turn around and explain something about the chapter you were watching, Shadow would listen to you attentively but prayed that you wouldn't ask him what he thought because he would have to admit that he was lost in the sound of your voice just like that first time he saw you.

“I didn't know where this was going…”

Months ago, when Shadow had just arrived to live in Green Hills, at the request of Sonic and his friends, in a quiet morning walk in town he found a small cafeteria, it looked cozy and the sweet vanilla scent mixed with coffee gave him the courage to open the door.

You were arranging the desserts on the sideboard, when you heard the bell announcing a new customer, returning to your place at the counter, finding dark spikes and red tips, you lowered your gaze a little, crimson eyes looking back at you.  “Hello! What can I get you started today?” your smile warm and gentle, something Shadow was not so used to since he had come to live with the wackausky.

“Coffe,” he says, placing his hands on the counter.

“Sure thing, what kind of-?”

“Beans.” he cut you off.

“Oh… that's new. Let me see what I can do.” you walked to the back opening a new bag of coffe beans for the machine and putting em on a small plastic bag adding a sticky note to it. “What's your name?”

“Shadow?” he said in a questioning tone, not really understanding why you wanted to know.

“Okay, here you go Shadow, enjoy” you handed him the bag. Shadow took it, leaving a five dollar bill on the counter as he turned to leave “Come back anytime!” you say enthusiastically.

On the way back to the Wackausky's Shadow found his name written in beautiful calligraphy along with a smiley face. At the time he didn't understand why, but his heart had been turned upside down.

“I haven't left you for days now And I'm becoming amazed how You're quite affectionate in public”

It wasn't the first time you had spent time together, much less the first time Shadow had stayed at your house, yet the buzzing of Shadows mind was not leaving him alone, has it always been like this? Being... so close? In his mind he went over all those dates was that what they were? That you had had, the moments you had shared, comparing them with what was happening, however to him it seemed... the same. Nothing had changed between you, so why did he feel that something was going on? Why did the scent of your shampoo feel sweeter than usual? Why did you look prettier than usual under the warm light?

Shadow was in a lot of trouble, he couldn't figure out what had happened to you, why something felt different when he was near you, why his hands were shaking when he was next to you, why he was staring at you so hard when you put balm on your lips? he didn't know what to do, so he did the only thing he could do given the situation. Go to Rouge.

“What could possibly be? Perhaps I'm sick” he said as he paced back and forth with his hand cupping his chin “Nonsense, I am the ultimate lifeform, I can't get sick.”

“In fact your friend said it made her feel sick And even though it's moving forward There's just the right amount of awkward”

“Oh gods” said Rouge smacking his forehead with her hand “You're a fool Shadow, but you're cute so I'll forgive you. You’re not sick but you might as well be blind. You’re in love.

“In… love?” he said in a questioning tone “No, I don't understand what you're talking about.”

“You like her Shadow and it's so obvious to everyone that I'm surprised she hasn't noticed yet. Especially with that little dance you do whenever she's around.” Dancing? No Shadow didn't dance, she barely knew how to move her arms “You know, when you circle around her while she's cooking?”

“But I... I don't-” he said trying to defend himself.

“Oh my... you are really oblivious.”

Circling? What did Rouge mean by that? You and Shadow were... friends, yes, good friends. He liked spending time with you, listening to you talk about the new dessert recipes you would try in the cafeteria and what your childhood had been like in your grandmother's bakery and yes it was true that he constantly found himself walking in circles across the kitchen with you in the middle, but that was just his way of passing the time while you were concentrating on your work, wasn't it? You were just very nice, kind and always had a smile for him. Shadow loved your details like his bag of coffee beans every day waiting for him or the notes wishing him good morning, they made him feel special and he’d be lying if he said he hadn't noticed the recent appearance of hearts around his name on every note. But that's all it was, right?

“You told your friends, they all know We exist but we're taking it slow Let's just see how it goes”

Slow but steady you had fallen for him too. Too scared to accept your feelings, you didn't know if Shadow shared what you did and you didn't want to ruin his friendship over a simple crush. Except it wasn't just a crush, you constantly found yourself thinking about him, buying things just because they reminded you of him, longing for the clock to move faster to the number 9, for that was the time Shadow always arrived at the coffee shop.

The doorbell rang and as if your prayers had been answered there stood the hedgehog you so longed to see. Shadow had a frown on his face, as if he was worried about something, next to him Rouge was whispering in his ear.

“Hey guys!” you said coming out from the counter to greet them giving them a kiss on the cheek as was your custom. Shadow blushed as he felt your lips on his muzzle, averting his gaze to the new decorations you had added to the cafeteria. The painting of a reddish comet streaking across the sky among the stars hung high above their heads. Shadow admired the painting beside you.

“I like it”

“So do I, it made me think of you” you said without thinking. The curiosity present in Shadow “Cause... you were a star lighting up the sky, bringing your brightness to where it's needed.” Red cheeks on your face as you spoke “you okay?” you said as you noticed Shadow hiding his head in his hands, a soft click click click coming from him.

“Are you mine? Are you mine? 'Cause I stay here all the time”

“These two are going to need more help than I thought,” Rouge thought.

That's how we arrived at this moment, both of you sitting on the park bench watching the sunset. A bouquet of yellow and lavender flowers on your lap. He had done just what Rouge had advised “take her somewhere nice, buy some flowers and confess your feelings”, except he was having trouble with the last part. For the first time in his life he felt... unsure, what if it was all in his mind? What if Rouge was wrong? Shadow couldn't bear to lose someone special, not again.

“This feels so good” you said leaning into him, your head on his you felt his body stiffen against your touch, your little finger on his hand seeking to intertwine your fingers with his. Maybe it was the heat of the moment or the dizziness your scent gave him, maybe it was the lavender haze in his mind, but somehow he found the courage to speak.

“I... I like you.”

“I like you too Shadow.”

“No, I mean, I-I think I love you.”

“Who'd have known? Who'd have known? When you flash up on my phone I no longer feel alone Let's just stay, let's just stay”

You looked at him, your face tilted to one side and a slight blush starting to grow as the butterflies in your stomach flutter uncontrollably. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine this would happen but as you tried to keep it cool you couldn't help but let a small smile creep across your face as Shadow confessed his feelings. “I think I love you too” you said intertwining your fingers with his as if a promise had been sealed between the two of you.

“Now let's just see how it goes Let's see how it goes”

[pamwritessometimes]

Loving Soldier Boy…

Soldier Boy x reader (drabble)

Summary: Just a short n’ (bitter)sweet drabble about what it’s like to love Ben.

Warnings: language, innuendos (c’mon, it’s Ben), mention of violence

Song inspo: I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) by Taylor Swift.

Loving Soldier Boy isn’t easy.

You knew Soldier Boy was a handful. Hell, he knows he’s a handful. And you know Ben has never been handled before. Not properly. Not by someone who knows when to push and when to pull, when to hold steady and when to let go.

But you?

You thought you had him figured out.

He’s bad news — at least that’s what everyone keeps telling you.

“That man is not safe” MM says, arms crossed.

“He’s straightdown psychotic” Annie agrees, looking at you like she’s waiting for the spell Ben must have put on you to break.

Hughie just grimaces, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you sure about this? Like, really sure?”

Frenchie sighs. “I have seen many dangerous men, mon coeur, but that one?” He shakes his head. “That one is the iceberg that sinks the ship.”

Even Kimiko seems to eye you with pity.

And Butcher — he just tsked.

“That’s a bloody dangerous game you’re about to play, luv.”

But all that didn’t matter.

Not when Ben flashes you that cocky, wolfish grin. Not when he pulls you in with that fiery gaze that makes your pulse stutter. Not when he touches you like you’re the only thing keeping him from unraveling completely.

He’s a walking contradiction.

He can be crude and crass and violent, but his hands that are scarred, calloused from years of war and bloodshed, are so uncharacteristically gentle when they touch you like he’s terrified of breaking something he doesn’t know how to stitch back together.

And you love it.

You like that you make him hesitate.

That you make him stay.

"Fuck, you’ve ruined me" he murmurs one night, pressing his forehead to yours, breath warm against your lips. “You made me a goddamn pussy.”

Loving Soldier Boy is mastering the skill of interpreting nonverbal communication.

You see, Ben isn’t good with words. Not the important ones, anyway.

But he’s fluent in actions.

Like how he always, always keeps a hand on you — your waist, your back, the nape of your neck — like he needs the physical contact to remind himself you’re real and still with him.

Or how, when you’re pissed at him, he won’t apologize outright, but he will fix your coffee just the way you like it, set it down in front of you with a grunt and a pointed look, like There. Happy now?

Or the way he watches you when he thinks you’re not looking. Like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you because no matter how much of a dick he is sometimes, the thought of him possibly outliving you haunts him.

He’s an asshole. A menace. A walking disaster.

And yet, when he pulls you into his lap, his fingers threading through your hair, his lips ghosting over yours—

You think maybe he’s worth the trouble.

Loving Soldier Boy is a delicate art.

It’s catching the flicker of rage in his eyes before he explodes, steering him away from the fire instead of into it.

It’s letting him run his mouth, knowing that half the shit he says is just to get a rise out of people, and the other half—

Well.

“Because it was fucking beeping” he answers when you find bullet holes in your microwave.

Ben’s not stupid.

But when he came back from the dead, or, you know, from 40 years of being locked up, you’re starting to realize… he might not be as up to date as he thinks.

You blink. “Because it was beeping?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, leaning back against the counter like he didn’t just pull some absolute batshit nonsense. “Wouldn’t shut the hell up.”

“That’s… literally its job, Ben.”

“Well, now it’s unemployed.” He smirks. “Like half the people I’ve worked with.

Loving Soldier Boy is like wrestling with a live grenade.

Violence isn’t just second nature to Ben — it’s first.

He doesn’t do restraint.

Like the time some guy got a little too close to you at a club and ended up with a broken jaw — because Ben doesn’t do warnings either.

Or the time he punched a cop without even thinking about the consequences.

“To be fair, he was being a dick.”

“He was giving you a parking ticket.”

Ben scoffs. “Exactly.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?” He throws his hands up, all mock innocence. “I told him not to touch my car.”

Loving Soldier Boy is fighting for feminism while actively losing the war.

There’s something infuriating about Ben’s shameless, unapologetic brand of horniness.

His jokes are always just a little too loud, just a little too offensive, making you cringe even as he smirks, because he knows damn well what he’s doing.

And yet, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

And he knows it.

No matter how many times you glare at him, no matter how often you mutter “Ben, we are in public”, he sees the way your breath hitches, the way your thighs press together when he leans in too close, and he can practically smell the forming pool in your panties.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” His voice is low, dripping with amusement. “Don’t act like you don’t love it when I talk dirty to you.”

You glare at him. “You literally just told the bartender that I needed something ‘to keep my mouth occupied.’”

Ben grins. “And I stand by that.”

You fight the urge to groan. “You are insufferable.”

He leans in, his lips just barely brushing against your ear. “But you like me insufferable.”

And fuck.

Maybe you do.

Loving Soldier Boy is realizing you’re the one really losing the fight.

When the team calls you out on his bullshit, you just sit there and listen.

You have no defense.

Because what are you even supposed to say?

He’s trying? (He’s not.)

He didn’t mean to? (He absolutely did.)

He’s a work in progress? (Is he?)

And despite what everyone says — despite the fact that he probably won’t ever change — you can’t seem to stop yourself from diving headfirst into the madness.

Maybe you can’t fix him.

But damn if he doesn’t make it worth trying.

The chokehold this man has on me is insane — help

Also… This sat in my drafts for months, but I gave it a reread and didn’t completely hate it — so here you go. Hope you enjoyed!🤍

xx Pam

[akashirl]

1. (most prominent quirk [it was hard picking just one]) his eyes mirror his emotions perfectly. he did not grow up being a very expressive person overall but his eyes speak for him. they soften when he's feeling vulnerable or charmed, and his gaze hardens when he's feeling conflicted. his eyes can tell stories.

as for me, he often mentions my smile. i think he took a special liking to my dimples...

2. the gym / basketball court. it's where we met, it's where we're together most of the time, it holds a special place in our hearts.

3. (⸝⸝๑ _๑⸝⸝⸝) it's still a bit early for that...we're high schoolers...

4. he'd be the vocalist and i'd be a guitarist (frerard who.)...

5. it was so difficult for me to say those words for the first time because of something that happened to me in the past -- and due to how strong the words are. sei says them more often, and it melts my heart everytime.

6. he does! he communicates his care for me on the court, by offering me tips / fixing my posture / engaging in duo plays with me when passing me the ball...he also always makes sure that i'm feeling alright, due to how rocky my mental state is; making sure that i take care of myself, take my medicine on time, all that...

7. i have. saying "interesting" often and caring about grammar when texting are some of the habits i have picked up...

8. i wouldn't have to say anything. he would find me anyway.

9. both! dancing in the kitchen sounds cozy and intimate but honestly i would really like to go to a karaoke bar. sei is an extremely good singer so he wouldn't have a problem with it either.

10. pumpkin bread with nuts and hazelnut milk...

11. in public, we call eachother by our names (i call him "captain" too). in private, we use pet names...

12. well, i know for a fact that sei wants to become a profession athlete but we're still in process of getting there...(his father wants him to inherit the family's business). but our main goal for now is just become public about our relationship...

13. when we were playing against eachother during practice and he pulled an ankle breaker on me and i fell on my ass. that was crazy. but also "wow, i need to marry him."

14. he has disassociative personality disorder and has an alter (the fandom calls him "bokushi". i call him "aka-chan"). i'm with both of them, but sometimes it's difficult to get through aka-chan's hard shell. i know it's all new to him though, and he needs time to reflect on his feelings...

15. he's good at redirecting my focus from the bad thoughts. and no, it's not just because i find him utterly hypnotizing. he reassures me that everything is alright and encourages me to view the situation differently. and of course, suggests that we play a bit of 1v1.

16. the first song that came up was "amor de ganga" which is our main song, strangely. needless to say that it fits us like a glove...

17. let's just say that red is my favorite color.

18. we're somewhere in the middle. we've been close for a long time but my heart still flutters and my cheeks still flush whenever i see him. the sparkle in our eyes isn't dimming at all...

19. a portrait he keeps in his pocket of us when we were younger and everything was alright...

20. probably someone stubborn, whose feet are never really touching the ground, has an "unique fashion sense", hardworking...a little silly, always flustered..."once, we were having a matching during our first year in the basketball team and he scored a three-pointer. but guess what? it was an own goal." he still teases me about it till this day.

Selfship Ask Game

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷

What would your f/o(s) say your most endearing quirk is? What would you say their most endearing quirk is?

Do you and your f/o(s) have a special place that you go to be alone together? Does this place hold a specific treasured memory?

Are you and your f/o(s) interested in marriage? If you're already married, who proposed and how?

If you and your f/o(s) were in a band, which band members would you be? (lead singer, drummer, guitarist, etc.)

Who says "I love you" most often?

Does your f/o(s) have a way of saying/showing they love you that is specific to them?

Have you picked up any of your f/o's habits or sayings?

If your f/o(s) had to find you quickly in a large crowd, what would they shout in order to get your attention? What would you shout in order to get their attention?

Would you and your f/o(s) rather spend your evening dancing together in the kitchen or out at a karaoke bar?

What would your f/o(s) order for you at a bakery or café to surprise you with later?

Do you and your f/o(s) use pet names or terms of endearment, or do you only call each other by name?

Do you and your f/o(s) have any dream goals to achieve together?

Was there a specific moment with your f/o(s) where you thought, "Yeah, this is who I want to be with forever"?

If your f/o(s) have an alternate version of themself (such as an evil clone), do you/would you have any romantic interest in that version of them?

If you needed a distraction to get out of your thoughts, how would your f/o(s) humor you?

Pick a random playlist and hit shuffle. The song you get is your selfship's theme song. How well does it fit?

Have you changed any of your preferences or opinions of anything at all because of your f/o(s)?

Would you say you and your f/o(s) are still in your "honeymoon phase", or are you more of an "old married couple", or somewhere in the middle?

If you had to be away from each other for a long period of time, what item would your f/o(s) stare at longingly in the middle of the night while thinking of you? (ex: locket, framed photo, a sentimental gift from you, an article of your clothing or accessory, etc)

How would your f/o(s) describe you to someone who hasn't met you? What memory of you would they readily share in conversation?

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷

[egoistrin]

rewind !!

Notes: 662 words. Just Sae experiencing love at first sight LMFAO! idk what this is...... i js wanna post something abt Sae..... i luv him (sorry rin)

Thinking about professional soccer player Sae attending an awards show in South Korea to receive an award. Him sitting in the corner together with all of the other idols performing for the award show. He can be seen sitting alone, legs crossed together with his hands laid on top of his thighs. As usual, his nonchalant facial expression can be seen and it's obvious enough that his patience is slowly running out. 

Sae doesn’t know how these lukewarm idols can manage to sit here for hours, just watching other people perform and hearing the crowd's screams. It doesn’t really differ from his point of view while playing soccer—well, at least he is the one playing and not just a standby who’s watching from the side. He thinks of standing up under the pretense of going to the bathroom but he actually wants to sneak out and just call his manager that he went home because he’s feeling sick, but luck doesn’t seem to be on his side tonight as his manager went towards him and whispered that he should stay as the awarding should start any moment now. 

Well, fuck. Now his plan is trashed and he’s still stuck at this stupid awarding show. Why can’t they just send me the award instead of attending this event? Sae thought. Scrolling through his phone wouldn’t even be a viable action as he’s sure that it will just get him multiple headlines on how he was rude and disrespectful during an award show and towards the people around him. He doesn’t care though…. he’s had multiple headlines about him being rude, he’s sure that another one to the collection won’t hurt. 

Just as he had given up on the possible options he could do to entertain himself, a bright and cheery voice moved his boredom. He has heard some of these K-pop idols around him, of course, Shidou, Sendou, and Oliver won’t shut up about their bias and pull off the photocards they have received on the albums that they have bought during their vacation. He wasn’t that aware that they were all so pretty though. Now, he’s not one to fall in love at first sight but he swore that he felt his chest tighten when he saw your face on the big screen and heard your voice the first time. Your aura was just too much from him that he felt like he should look away or else he’d get caught up under your spell. Were you even casting a spell in the first place or is it just fanservice? Well, consider Itoshi Sae as a fan who is being serviced. 

Fuck this. He feels like a loser. He even fixed his slouched posture to focus perfectly on your group’s performance—to focus on you. He looks like those cameras that are focused on one member—a human fancam or whatever you call it. He feels like one of those teenage boys whose first time having a crush. He can’t help but look at your figure while performing your group’s song. He can’t take his eyes off you as you continue to dance along while singing as he’s completely enamored by your presence. He definitely gotta have your autograph after this award show to get to know you and brag to those guys that he managed to get your autograph and if he’s lucky enough, a selfie with you. 

Sae was so caught up with you that he didn’t even realize that your performances were about to end. He felt himself holding his breath as he witnessed you doing your ending fairy pose. He’s not really familiar with those words until a week later, courtesy of those three idiots. Sae thinks that you look like a goddess with the way your outfit looks and how your makeup is done. You look angelic even, words cannot fully describe how beautiful you look in Sae’s eyes. Oh, he’s definitely going to ask for your number afterward.

[mintens712]

here is yet another short bit from the fic im working on…. not beta read or anything so don’t judge too hard

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Mack is standing in the VIP lounge talking to his dad after the game—only half listening to him bitch about everything he didn’t do well in the game—when Will comes up from behind tapping his shoulder.

“Hey, Celly, my dad wants to meet you.” He starts the second Mack turns around, gesturing over to where his dad was talking to a couple of the other Dads.

“Smith. No hello?”, it’s Rick Celebrini. The one and only, Will thinks.

“Sorry, um, Mr. Celebrini.” Will shakes his hand firmly, just as he’d been taught by his own father. Him and Rick had already met once before when Mack brought Will to the Warriors game, he wasn’t any more polite this time to last. “Mind if I borrow Mack for a sec? My Dad-“

“Go ahead,” He starts before turning to Macklin, “We’ll continue this later, I’ll see you at the restaurant, son.” He quickly claps Mack on the shoulder and disappears into the crowd.

———

“Dad, um, this is Mack.” Will starts as Bill, finished up talking to a couple of the other dads.

“Oh, Mack! So nice to finally meet you, Willy here wouldn’t shut up about you.” He joked, squeezing Will’s shoulder as he blushes in embarrassment.

“Dad.” Will warned playfully.

“Oh did he now?” Mack looked to Will, a teasing smile plastered on his face.

“Oh, what’s that? I think I hear Toff calling me, gotta go.” he starts turning away to leave Mack and his Dad to talk alone.

Mack watches as his teammate falls into the sea of Sharks jerseys, unable to tell him apart from all the different shades of teal and white.

“So,” Bill starts, Macks attention snapping back to him, “BC jersey, huh?”

“Oh- Yeah, um, I lost a bet.” He says quickly, it’s the truth yet he still feels like he’s lying.

“Right. I’m shocked he let you wear it.”

“I’m sorry?” Mack said, a little shocked.

What is that supposed to mean? He didn’t just let me, he made me. he thought.

“Yeah, doesn’t let anyone touch it. Not his mother, not me, don’t even think he let Gabe or Ryan touch it after he took it off that night.”

Mack just stared at him in shock, he knew it wasn’t polite but what else was he supposed to do? This is quite literally life changing information. So what he may be a little dramatic, this has to mean something. He needs it to mean something.

Will’s Dad continued with a small chuckle, “He told me he needed me to bring it with me on the trip, I had to ask if he has joking that’s how serious he is about it. Now I see why.”

“Oh my- I, fuck, sorry, he never told me that.” Mack stuttered awkwardly, still in complete shock.

“Looks like he’s waiting for you,” he points behinds Mack to see the previous crowd of staff and other guests completely cleared out, leaving nobody but Will, leaning against the wall on his phone.”

“Oh. Yeah, do you mind?”

“Go ahead, I’ll see you two at dinner.“ He smiles fondly down at the eighteen year old, “and Mack?”

He turned back around, a quizzical look on his face.”

“You’re a good kid, it was nice to meet you. and he really likes you, I can tell.”

“Thanks, uh, Mr. Smith.” Mack feels like his heart is going to burst with all this information at once. He’s sure Will’s dad didn’t mean he likes him like that but still.

“Bill is fine, kiddo.”

They share a short smile before Mack runs off to meet up with Will so they can drive to the restaurant together.

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hope this is half decent!! i didn’t read it myself after writing so if theres any mistakes ill fix them late

(heres the song i was listening to on repeat while writing this)

[cosmicsomethingorother]

Okay, stay with me on this. James Potter. As Taylor Swift. EXCEPT he thinks it's really funny to write love songs about his friends and watch his fans go crazy trying to figure out who it's about (Spoiler, they never get it). This has happened on every album. Here's the songs!

Debut:

Sirius - Tim McGraw

Peter - Mary's Song (Oh My My My)

Remus - Our Song

Fearless:

Sirius - Superstar

Peter - The Other Side Of The Door

Remus - Jump Then Fall

Speak Now

Sirius - Superman

Peter - Ours

Remus - Mine

Red:

Sirius - Starlight

Peter - Holy Ground

Remus - State Of Grace

1989:

Sirius - Style

Peter - This Love

Remus - I Know Places

Reputation:

Sirius - Call It What You Want

Peter - Dress

Remus - King If My Heart

Lover:

Sirius - I Think He Knows

Peter - London Boy

Remus - Paper Rings

Evermore:

Sirius - willow

Peter - 'tis the damn season

Remus - cowboy like me

Folklore:

Sirius - seven

Peter - august

Remus - cardigan

Midnights:

Sirius - Paris

Peter - Lavender Haze

Remus - Maroon

TTPD:

Sirius - Down Bad

Peter - I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

Remus - But Daddy I Love Him

Yes, I did spend an hour or two thinking about this. James Fleamont Potter would think this is absolutely hilarious and would love the drama it would create. And sometimes he's not even dating anyone when the albums come out and everyone freaks out thinking he had some secret affair. James is cackling

[yi3248]

another animatic because i was possessed

[cozystars]

Stay on, Falin. ( an extended, and frankly superior, version to an earlier edit/amv! enjoy )

[ao-xingyume1987]

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