#and i am entitled to know who my enemies are

[bitter-me]

Hello,I am have been reading your work for quite sometime :), I really am loving them so far 😭💗 .I saw that your requests were open, so may I be able to ask for Dazai or Fyodor with male reader who are like Sunday from HSR, and could be in a enemies to lovers type relationship :D, the plot can be upto you :>

A Seraphim or..

Osamu Dazai | M. Reader as Sunday [Honkai Star Rail]

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"Who are you..? An Angel.."

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The Charmony Festival.

A once-in-an-era event held in the Country of Festivities, Penacony.

Members of the five great families, which together make up "The Family" on Penacony. As well as staff members of the Reverie, are united in welcoming the world to their home.

The Oak Family.

The Alfalfa Family.

The Bloodhound Family.

The Iris Family.

The Nightingale Family.

All important figures in Penacony.

But one stood out the most...

The man with a halo and wings. [Name].

The leader of the Oak Family. The organizer of the Charmony Festival and a representative of The Family of Penacony. The most important figure amongst them and the one holding the most power.

Who wouldn't be interested in a man like him?

With a charming smile and a soft voice, paired with his unique appearance... he's like an Angel.. no..

A Seraphim.

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The first time he laid eyes on him was at the Golden Hour. The moment he saw the man himself he thought he saw the heavens itself.

A Seraphim.

He thought.

But upon further observation... Dazai soon found a different answer..

His vibe seems a little.. sinister..

His smile barely even reaches his eyes.

His voice is soft and yet his tone is firm.

Either way, [Name] had caught his interest.

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"Your radiant glow illuminates me! Your voice is as soft as an angel! I can't believe that I've met such an angelic being! Please make me the happiest man and kill me with these holy hands of yours."

What.

What did he just said.

What in Harmony's name did he just say?

[Name] can't help but chuckle as he pulls his hand away from Dazai's hold. What was that? A proposal?

"Aha.. you're quite funny, Mr. Dazai.. but I believe you've drank too many SoulGlad." He replied, trying to keep it casual and professional.

This man, this suicidal prick..

He's all talk and flattery. It never fails to get under his skin with how buddy-buddy he is. They're only acquainted and yet this bandaged man acts as if they're old friends. Does he even know who he's speaking to? He's [Name]! Leader of the Oak Family! The very mention of his name could silence a whole room and this man dared do such things to him!

"Now now~ I only drank a few~" Dazai reassured with a smile on his face. "Don't you want to go back home to heaven with me~?"

"I believe you'll be sending me down to the fiery pit instead of going up."

"Ouch! How cruel! Then how about we go to your manor?"

"Don't make me turn you down twice."

This.. man child.. what does his agency even see in him..

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"Oh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear his tongue and palm with a hot iron, so he will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows."

"...What have you done?"

"Under the light of the Harmony, all wickedness is revealed. I implore THEM to shed THEIR light, and I'll ask you questions on THEIR behalf. Next... you have 113 seconds to prove your innocence and gain my trust."

"And if I refuse to answer?"

"You can try — and we'll see if the Harmony rejects you."

It had finally led to this.

Both of them had taken off their masks. Revealing the true wickedness underneath. The suicidal maniac and the so-called leader of the Family.

Oh how he hated that man.

Acting like a child who believes he could get away with everything. It's time where [Name] to put his foot down and stand his ground. This entitlement will not go unnoticed by him and with THEIR radiant light.. he will find the truth..

And judge him as the Harmony see fit.

"Question: Do you have an ability?"

"Yes."

"What a simple answer. You, too, understand that idle chatter leads only to poverty."

"Did you neutralize your ability when you entered Penacony?"

"No. My ability nullifies others."

He already figured that out.. which is why he's holding this "trial" with THEM. For the power of the Aeon is far more powerful than any ability in the world. "Does the page of the Book you handed over to The Family belong to the agency?"

Honestly, he never would have thought the Armed Detective Agency would use such an item to bargain their way into Penacony. Something as powerful as the Book. A page of the Book.

It's a given why he allowed them to enter the dreamscape when they bargained such an item.

"Yes."

"Is the Page of the Book in this room right now?"

"Yes."

"Is your memory free from any kind of tampering or deletion, encompassing but not restricted to the techniques of the Garden of Recollection?"

"Yes."

"Are you a former executive from Port Mafia?"

[Name] continues to ruthlessly question him without missing a beat. Dazai furrowed his eyebrows at the question. Something that doesn't make sense. How could [Name] know such things? "Yes. You even know about that?"

"Does your agency and the Port Mafia have any ability to read, tamper with, or manipulate one's own or another's mind?"

"No. Does it matter?"

"Do you love your family more than yourself?"

Okay where is he getting at here... the questions are getting more and more personal. "Yes."

"...Do you hate and wish to destroy this world with your own hands?" [Name]'s expression turned serious as he narrowed his eyes, his perpetual smile seemed to widen slightly. "...I don't know."

"Interesting. Now, the final question..." [Name] breath out, putting his hands behind his back. "Can you swear that at this very moment, the page of the Book is safe and sound in this box?"

Dazai seems to hesitate a little, thinking of a way to get around this. He always has a plan after all. "...Of course."

[Name] hums as his smile turns a little more sincere. "Looks like we can get an answer."

"Open it, Mr. Dazai... It's your last chance to defend your honor."

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"Aren't you happy, Mr. Dazai? You'll finally get your wish in seventeen system hours, the end that you desire so much. Off you go, Mr. Dazai. You are free. I will wait here for your good news."

"Maybe one day.. no.."

"In another universe..."

"I can learn how to love you too.."

[strawberrychampayne]

Hi, could you make an enemies to lovers evie x fem reader fic where reader is gaston’s daughter, so she’s very vain and basically acts just like gaston but the more girlypop version

End Game

Evie x Fem!reader

Enemies to Lovers

Word Count: 3321

Edited: No

A/N: AHHH this is my first request so PLEASE bear with me! I'm still pretty new to writing fanfic so there is always room for improvement. Thank you for the request Anon, I hope it's to your taste!!

She can remember the first time she decided she hated Evie. She had stolen a piece of bread from a couple of men on the road. She was hungry and bored and they looked preoccupied with yelling at each other. What she hadn’t accounted for was the fact that they would notice and were fast. They chased after her but she managed a little distance between them. Darting around a corner she bent over trying to catch her breath. She watched as blue heels made their way into her vision. 

“You truly never know who you’re going to run into, do you?”

She knew that voice. One that haunted her dreams like a siren of the night. Evie and her never had fought or even interacted besides looks when they passed by each other. Mal and Uma hated each other so she was supposed to hate Mal and her friends by association. She only knew Uma because her brother, Gil, was a part of her “crew.” Though she always thought it was because he wanted to prove something to their father. She picked her head up and leaned against the wall behind her. 

“You really don’t. Is there something you need?”

Evie glanced down at her. Her heels making her slightly taller. Her face held an emotion the other girl couldn't understand. Evie nodded slowly, glancing around the corner. A wicked smirk began to make its way onto her face.

“Excuse me,” she yelled, “I think I have who you’re looking for here.”

The girl's heart stopped. Not understanding why the blue haired girl would out her. She’d never done Evie wrong. She stood dumbfounded and watched as the brown eyed girl turned gracefully on her heels and walked away with a bounce in her step. That’s the day she realized that she hated Evie. The scar on her cheek from the fight that occurred served as a reminder. It would stay that way from then on, she’d throw insult after insult. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t mad when Evie, Mal, Carlos, and Jay got to leave the Isle. She held a grudge, wondering what made them so much more entitled to it. Though she wasn’t expecting them to be returning so soon. 

She was wandering around the Isle. Uma had wanted her to retrieve something she couldn’t remember. She honestly didn’t care, Uma could have someone else do it. Walking up to a stand she smiled at the man working there. She slowly made her way over, making sure to act innocent and interested in him. She trailed her hand on the baskets and stopped at his arm. She talked to him about how his day was going and kept his eyes on hers as she slipped bread into her pockets. Though she lost focus when she heard a familiar voice in the distance. Her heart dropped and she abruptly left the man hanging. She slowly crept around the corner and her question was answered. There they stood, there she stood. The girl who still haunted her dreams, the girl she hated most. She acted like she was just walking and “accidently” bumped into a man. A king. 

“Oh hey, do I know you?”

She watched with a small smirk as Ben fumbled on his words. The other 3 crowded behind him. 

“Um no, don’t think you do.”

She laughed and then looked up. Posters of the man in front of her were taped on the wall. She glanced at them and back at him. 

“King Ben. That’s where I know you from. You don’t know who I am?”

Ben’s eyes widened and he glanced back at Evie. 

“No I don’t.”

The girl's eyes lit up and she realized the man truly had no idea. Truly an opportunity to mess with him. 

“You should know my father, I’ll give you a hint. Quick, slick, and his neck,” she pointed at her neck, “is thick.”

She watched as the boy's face realized who she was referencing. The 4 teens scrambled away from her. 

“It was wonderful seeing you. Oh and Evie,” the girl yelled after them.

Evie stopped in her tracks and turned around slowly. A frown on her face.

“You truly never know who you’re going to run into, do you Belle?”

She watched with glee as the girls face dropped and she stared before running after her friends. 

“I’m loving this, Uma is going to love this.”

The girl said aloud to no one. 

The girl walked with Harry down the alley. They had captured Ben when he was trailing behind the group. Now it was her and his job to find everyone else. She watched as they all turned around and watched as they both walked down the path. 

“Ben?” Evie questioned into the dark. “Ben, don't scare us like that.” She said with a huff and her hands on her hips. 

“Don’t scare you?” Harry mocked

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” the girl added.

She watched as the 3 faces of Evie, Jay, and Carlos drained color. 

“What did you guys do with Ben?” she questioned. 

“Him? Yeah we nicked him from you and if you want to see him again, Mal will come to the chip shop tonight.” the girl replied, slight malice in her voice. 

“Yes, Uma wants a little visit,” Harry added, looking at the group. 

“Aww Jay, looks like you’ve lost your touch” the girl said with fake pity.

She laughed as the boy lunged at her, only to be held back by Evie. 

“Well, this has been fun but we must be going.”

She turned on her boot and began to walk away. Harry followed closely behind her. 

“See you later!” she yelled behind her. 

She had been tasked with keeping Ben in his place and not letting him escape. She walked slowly around him, like a predator stalking its prey. She was in her own head, Evie and the others being back brought up feelings she’d want to let out for so long. 

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” she heard from beside her

She turned to look at him. A small smile playing on her lips. 

“And why is that? You don’t know what I need to do.”

He looked like he was deep in thought. 

“I’ve heard the story, you know. About your father, conniving, misogynistic, rude. I can only imagine what he was like to his daughter.”

Rage filled her body and she took her sword to his neck. Putting pressure on it, not enough to slice him but enough to scare him. 

“You don’t know anything about my father. You live in a pretty little castle above everyone else. You’ve heard stories, that’s all they are.”

“I could help you, I could get you off this island. I understand how you feel.”

She backed off slightly. Getting off was all she wanted for as long as she could remember. She almost wanted to ask him how before Harry approached. She watched as he got all in Ben’s face. 

“Just think about it.” Ben said, staring at her. 

She shook her head and walked to the side of the ship. Watching the water crash against the wood. Before she could get lost in her thoughts again she heard commotion behind her. Turning she saw Mal standing there, her friends behind her. 

“Well let’s get this started” she thought aloud.

Grabbing her sword she began to advance. She was stopped by the Gilsf hand on her stomach. 

“Hold on, we have to wait for Uma.”

She sighed annoyed and began to pace around the ship, sword swinging around. Her heart began racing with anticipation as Uma and the rest of the crew drew their swords. She glanced over at Ben and Harry. He was playing with him, pretending that he was going to push him in. She felt conflicted after what he had said. She walked up behind Uma and Harry. Watching as her and Mal went back and forth. Glancing behind Mal she saw Evie giving a slight wave, to egg them on. Bringing her hand up she blew a kiss and a wave back at the girl. To hopefully throw her off. It did and she watched as the girl lowered her hand and eyes. 

“Hey! We don’t have to choose. There has to be a better way. Uma I’ll give you a chance, you’ll have your say,” Ben moved his focus onto her, “and you I’ll get her somewhere better, I promise.” 

She watched as Uma stood her ground and she didn’t make a move either. She couldn’t trust him. With her breath held she watched Mal begin to hand Uma the wand.

“Too easy, why don’t you give it a test drive? I want to see it work, we all do.”

Mal scoffed and turned to a dog that had walked onto the port. The girl watched as Mal casted a spell that would make the dog talk. 

“Does this vest make me look fat” 

She laughed with the rest of the crew at the words. Surprised that the wand was even real. She moved to the side as Harry drugged Ben along with him. Giving him back to Mal. Gil walked up to them. 

“And, before you go, tell your mom that our dad says hi. And also let your dad know that my dad wishes he finished off yours when he had the chance.”

Shaking her head she watched as Mal and Uma got ready to make the trade. She was concerned as to why they’d give up the wand so easily. When Uma finally had the wand in her hands the crew began to cheer loudly. She held her breath as Uma tried to cast a spell and let out an angry huff when the wand didn’t work. Uma snapped the wand in half and yelled out. The girl grabbed her sword and advanced towards the group. It was almost like fate that Evie was the person she had to battle. She swung her sword towards the girl and their swords clashed into each other. 

“You know, I knew it was so weird that you’d give up a want that easily”

Her and Evie struggled against each other to get the upper hand. 

“Yeah? And yet, Ben is in our hands and you all have nothing.” The girl replied with a laugh. Rage once again filled the latters body and she pushed heavily. Knocking Evie to the ground she wrapped her legs around her. 

“This almost feels like you’re trying to kiss me.” Evie said, trying to distract the girl. The other decided to play along.

“And if I was? Would you let me belle?” she whispered back with a smirk. Evie's face turned a dusted pinkBefore a reply could be said a cloud of blue smoke made the girl panic and tumble back. Her head hitting the wood below her. Her vision went blurry and the sounds around her were drowned out by a ringing in her head. She could just make out Evies figure running away from her. When she finally was able to stand again she watched as Mal kicked out the bridge that led to a tunnel. With her chest heaving she walked away. Her head pounding and her thoughts going a mile a minute. What just happened. 

As she walked away from the port she glanced to the ground and saw a familiar book. With a curious glance she picked it up and ran back to Uma. 

“You’ll never believe what I just found.”

Uma looked at her with anger in her eyes. 

“What.” she said 

“A spell book. Mal's spell book to be exact.”

She watched as Uma’s eyes brightened and a smile began to grace her face.

“Well I know just what to do now. Follow me, we have a boat to catch.”

The girl was spelled into a red dress. It clung to her body and shimmered in the light. She was on the boat. Hidden downstairs in a random room. Uma had left to go and find Ben. She said he was important to her plan. She was pacing around wondering what exactly she was doing. The words Ben had said to her were swarming her brain. Would he truly help her? She didn’t have time to think before she heard the sounds of trumpets. She heard an older man introduce Mal. She couldn’t hear what the people were saying until trumpets were heard again. Now the man was introducing Ben. This time she heard louder cheering as he made his way. She decided to move up to get a better view and was peeking around the corner so she could see everyone. Her eyes were locked on Evie. Ever since the boat fight she couldn’t get what happened out of her head. Ben slowly walked towards Mal and bowed to her. The girl watched curiously. 

“Mal, I wish I had time to explain.”

The girl watched as Uma walked in front of the stairs. So that was her plan, to steal Ben? Ben leaned down and kissed his ring that rested on Uma’s hand. She almost felt bad for Mal. Though pride wanted to get in the way. She watched as Ben tried to explain the connection him and Uma had. Uma claimed it was love. Mal was trying to get his attention. Asking if he had gone back for her. 

“He didn’t have too. I dove through the barrier before it closed.” Uma said to him. Uma grabbed Mal's hand and thanked her, giving her a hug. Slow music began to play and Ben and Uma began to dance. Twirling around the dance floor. Jane ran up the stairs and yelled for the man to reveal Ben's gift. It was a beautiful stained glass piece of him and Mal. She now really felt bad for the girl. It was stunning. Ben looked as though the spell was going to wash away. Uma yelled for them to cover it back up. 

“Why don't you tell everyone the present you have for me, Ben”

“I have an announcement. Uma will being joining the court tonight,” Ben said

His father tried to reason with him. “Not now, Dad!” Ben yelled at him. 

“So as my gift to her, I’m bringing down the barrier, once and for all.” Ben finished. She wasn’t expecting all that. People around the boat gasped. Ben told the fairy godmother to take down the barrier and she told him no. The girl watched as Mal advanced on Ben and Uma. Begging him to see that he really loved her. Mal finally confessed that she loved Ben and leaned in to kiss him. Uma began to rage and tried to grab the wand from the Fairy Godmother. She held her breath as Uma jumped into the ocean, her shell necklace glowing. Swirls of gold began to circle in the water and Uma rose up out of it with an octopus tentacle. She hadn’t known that she could do that. Water splashed onto the deck and drenched people with the smell of salt. Uma began arguing with the people on the boat. Her tail whipping around and launching at people. Mal walked away from the crowd and her head began to twitch. A swirl of purple gas filled the space around her and she rose up as a dragon. Soaring into the sky she let out a breath of fire onto the water. Her and Uma begin to fight. The boat was swaying back and forth. The girl was losing her footing. Ben let out a roar and dove into the water. He pleaded for the girls to stop fighting. Ben held his hand out for Uma. Hoping she would take it, instead she gave him his ring back and swam away. As Ben climbed the rope, Mal landed back on the ship. When she turned back into a human, gone was the blue and gold dress. It was not replaced but a purple dress that complemented her hair. Walking towards Ben, he and Mal kissed. The hidden girl thought this would be a good time to make herself known. She stopped in her tracks when she heard what Evie said.

“Actually. Ben there’s a lot of kids who would really love it here in Auradon,” her voice trailed off as she looked up and made eye contact with the no exposed girl. “People like her.” she said and pointed behind them. This made the girl tense up with all eyes now on her. Ben looked at her funny and the other teens stared at her. She cleared her throat and began to speak. 

“I completely understand if you want to send me back to the Isle, but I was hidden away on this ship thinking about what you said, and I was hoping I could get a second chance? I’m sorry for the chaos I helped cause but I didn’t have a choice. If you’ll let me, I’d love to help make a difference here, at Auradon.” she finished, her eyes glancing down at her feet. Ben was silent for a while, seemingly in thought. Before he could say anything Evie spoke up. 

“She is truly a quick learner, Ben, and I really think she could do some good, if she’s given the chance.” She finished and smiled at the girl, who then smiled back. 

Ben nodded his head and started to smile. 

“You’ll be our fifth kid out of many that will come to Auradon.” he said. 

The girl wanted to cry and thanked him a million times. She smiled at all the VK’s and mouthed a thank you to Evie. As the night progressed, there was singing and dancing happening all around her. She had the time of her life, until the party ended and everyone made their way back to the school. Ben set up a room for her to stay in for the night and she was able to sleep on a bed that felt like it was made for a queen. 

When she woke up the next morning a box was awaiting her on a desk in her room. It was tied with a blue ribbon but had no name. Inside was clothes for her to wear, almost exactly like the clothes she wore on the Isle, though these were clean. Under everything was a note. Nothing was written except for an E. That's when the girl knew who it was from. She got dressed quickly and set out to find Evie. After an hour of searching she noticed the girl in the courtyard. She was sitting under a tree sketching what seemed to be a dress. She took a deep breath and walked up to her. 

“Thank you for the dress, and thank you for what you did last night”

Evie jumped and looked up, startled by the girl. 

“It was truly nothing, us VK’s have to stick together.” she replied with a smile. 

A silence filled the air as the 2 girls stared at each other. 

“Can I ask you something?” Evie questioned

“Anything,” the girl replied, leaning down to listen better. 

Evie began to blush again, her words caught in her throat. 

“This almost feels like you’re trying to kiss me again.” Evie said breathlessly. 

“And if I was? Would you let me belle?” the girl replied with her eyes on the blue haired girl's lips. Evie gleaned between her eyes and leaned in more.

“Well I’d have to let you” she said before closing the distance and smashing her lips onto the other girls. Grasping the blue hair and pulling her in more. 

“I KNEW IT!” Both girls jumped away from each other and turned their heads to see Jay, Carlos, and Mal making their way towards them. Both girls laughed at said peoples reaction.

[cutielando]

out of line | r.c.

synopsis: in which you stand up to Ward and Rafe can't be prouder

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Ever since you could remember, Ward had always been hard on Rafe. It might have been because he was his only son, it might be because he wanted him to mature early on, or it might be just because he hated his son.

At least that's what Rafe had come to believe.

Nothing he did ever seemed to be right. His father would always find faults in every single thing Rafe did, crushing the boy's morale every single time.

"I don't know how to please him anymore" he would always say when he came to you, all sad and unmotivated to even live.

You hated seeing your boyfriend like that. You hated the way Ward acted towards his son. You hated the fact that he always made Rafe feel bad about your relationship, always filling his head with thoughts that he didn't deserve you, that he should do you a favor and let you go because you would be better off without you.

It made your blood boil.

As you were laying on the couch in Rafe's home, his body laying on top of yours and your arms wrapped around his body, you were hoping to God that his father would not ruin your night.

"Rafe?" hearing Ward's voice made the both of you tense.

Rafe got up from laying on you and sat upright on the couch just as Ward walked in.

Eyeing you, you could see him clench his jaw and swallow harshly.

"Yes, dad?" Rafe said, clearing his throat and looking up at his father.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking between the both of you.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, and you knew that Rafe was desperately weighing his answers to make sure he wouldn't say the wrong thing.

That is precisely why you decided to be the one doing the talking tonight, hopeful to finally give the older man a piece of your mind.

"We were watching a movie before you interrupted us" hearing you speak made Rafe's heart start beating rapidly.

He wiped his head around to look at you with wide eyes, but you kept eye contact with the older Cameron man.

"Excuse me?" his voice was dangerously low, but you weren't afraid of him and had no intention of backing down.

"You heard me. Do you want something with Rafe or not?" you asked, now standing up and stopping while face-to-face with him.

"You better watch your mouth, young lady" his threats fell on deaf ears, you were done cowering in fear of him.

Your family was the second richest one on the whole island, so you were also entitled to speak your mind seeing as you weren't a poor little Pogue afraid to speak in front of a Kook.

"That's funny, coming from the guy whose ego is so big he has to belittle his own son to feel better about himself" that struck a nerve.

Ward took a deep breath, exhaling loudly. His fists were pulsing, his veins were enlarged, he was on the verge of exploding.

But he knew better than that, he knew better than to make an enemy of your father. While Ward must think he's got the dangerous associates on the island, your father was by far more versed than him in that department. 

Your family might not have been the richest, but it was for sure the most dangerous one. And Ward knew that.

"How dare you?" 

"How dare I? How dare you look at your son, your own flesh and blood, and belittle him like he's a stranger to you? How can you stand there and insult him, make him feel worthless after how much he does to impress you, to satisfy you? And nothing ever seems enough. How dare you fill his head with lies about our relationship when you and I both know I am the only person who loves him and takes care of him. I am the only one who wants the best for him, not even you as his father? What the fuck is wrong with you?" you felt so good getting everything off of your chest.

Rafe was still speechless, still sitting behind you on the couch.

He was grateful for every word you had said, having conveyed everything he had been feeling but was too afraid to tell his father.

"You are way out of line here, bitch" he spit with venom in his voice.

Your eyes darkened and you stepped even closer to him, being almost face to face with him.

"Call me a bitch again and see what happens. We don't want to repeat what happened at Midsummers, now, do we? Or did you forget what my daddy did?" your voice now being dangerously low, knowing you had struck another nerve.

Ward visibly tensed, having remembered that your father had almost killed him in a fight when he insulted you at Midsummers while being intoxicated.

He cleared his throat and nodded, taking one last look at Rafe before turning around and leaving the house.

"Thank you" Rafe's small voice said as you next back next to him on the couch, unpausing the movie you had been watching.

"Never thank me for that. I want you to feel safe, and I was just telling the truth. You know my father has your back, he loves you and he would do anything for you" you told Rafe, who nodded.

Your father and him have had a very close and special relationship ever since you started dating almost 3 years prior. 

Due to the fact that you were an only child and your father had always wanted a son too, he treated Rafe like he was his own. He knew about his situation with Ward and always made sure he was being taken care of.

You sometimes thought your father liked your boyfriend more than you.

"I know, but still. Thank you for everything, you don't know how much I love you, baby" he leaned his body back on top of you, savoring your warmth and delicate touch.

"I love you too, so much"

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In the summer of your seventh year, as your parents hosted a high-ranking guest in your home, a silver-haired boy stole a kiss from you under the blooming trellis in your family's sprawling garden. Your family called him a little god reborn and warned you to steer clear should your path ever cross with him again. ("He might steal more than a kiss the next time around," your older brother told you.)

There was no avoiding him, though, especially when he has taken quite an interest in you. Your kind, noble parents disliked his entitlement, but who were they to refuse the wily whims of a godling so besotted with their daughter? Their refusal would be tantamount to treason, even more so when the council elders and the oracles deemed you his other half. ("The stars said that you were born for me specifically... Or something like that," said Gojo Satoru, the Crown Prince, a little god from a house much higher and older than yours.)

His boyish presence filled your family's estate for many summers to come after he stole that kiss from you, his eyes so clear and blue and steadfast and he knew better than to lie to you when you asked him if he really liked you. ("I like you this much," he said, tracing an immeasurable, invisible line from his heart to yours.) The confirmation came in a formal declaration, on paper, that you were to be his bride when you both come of age.

In the summer of your sixteenth year, Gojo Satoru asked for your hand in marriage. ("I know it's been declared and all, but I'm asking you for myself now because I truly care for you— and I want you to know that what we have is more than just a simple arrangement by those old farts in the council," he told you with a smile so tender that you thought you were fast asleep on your feather bed, dreaming this all up.)

On that very same summer, a bounty is placed on the Crown Prince's head. A coup is declared against the head of your homeland, the Empire of the Six Eyes, and foes from within the imperial noble circle claim the prince to be a threat to the already fragile peace between the many high and noble houses. ("They cannot touch me, of course," he told you with a chuckle as he brought your freezing knuckles to his lips, warm and ablaze. "I am the strongest. And with you by my side, I will be invincible.")

Years passed and the internal struggle did not relent, even when the instigators were brought to light. The Crown Prince, now the Emperor they loathed and feared made manifest, permitted their existence in court, for he didn't want to be the tyrant they made him out to be. You wondered where you fit in the equation— the Empress— one born under an auspicious star so similar to her husband. ("You need not wonder where you belong, my heart. By my side is your place, always," he whispered to you in the midst of a banquet, as though you were the only two people on earth.)

("By your side, I'll remain then, my heart," you whispered back to him, and he responded to you with a face flushed with glee and a laugh that let on just how nervous he still was when it came to you.)

He called you his heart, but neither of you knew that the oracle lied to the Imperial family, that you were not his heart, not his other half, but the very sword that would pierce his heart instead. Neither of you knew that the true enemy— and the downfall of the Empire— was far closer than you expected.

When your brother became the lord of your noble house, he once asked if the Emperor was ever unkind to you. It was a question you vehemently rebuffed, for Satoru has been nothing but kind to you throughout your marriage. ("And even from before," you reminded your lord brother with a smile. "Have you forgotten how deeply he cherishes me so?")

And when the coup reared its ugly head once more, you couldn't believe your eyes when you saw the leader of the fray— your kind brother, his eyes alight with a vengeance you couldn't recognise. Your digging through the Imperial archives proved fruitful when you finally realised the depth of his rage. ("—Eyes led the annihilation of the ⬛ family, the decimation of their bloodline, save for two of their house's offspring—" said the words on the weathered book.)

As the Imperial castle burned down at dawn, your brother dragged you out kicking and screaming in the pretence of rescuing you. Satoru searched everywhere for you and saw the ensuing struggle, so he rushed to you. He was faster than your brother and had his blade at the ready, but he did not expect your jewelled knife to be the one to pierce him first.

You thought he was going to kill your brother.

"My heart," he mustered with his laboured breath. "I suppose this is a fitting end for a liar like me."

The knife was for your self-defence. It fell from your hands the moment they were stained red. "You knew?"

"I knew," he nodded at you. "I knew and yet was still so foolish to think that I could change my... our fate."

In the summer of your twenty-eighth year, the Empire of the Six Eyes fell to the hands of other high houses. The young Emperor perished in the onslaught and the Empress was nowhere to be found. (In the summer of your twenty-eighth year, Gojo Satoru is lost to you. He does not know about his parting gift to you, and neither do you. The grief that burdened your heart nearly stole it from you, too.)

The coup concluded but the internal war for the throne raged on for many more years to come, and it came for you and your peaceful life, too, in the summer of your forty-fifth year.

A silver-haired boy enters the fray, wielding an ancient power thought to be long gone. He says he will take back what is rightfully his, what was stolen from his parents, and he will not be as kind as his father was before him. ("Perhaps the oracle was wrong," he stated before the men who cowered under his cold gaze. "Perhaps...")

[shiranui7]

Damn, your companions are such hypocrites! You become the Slayer and suddenly everyone feels entitled to give you moral lessons. You've just killed Orin, a sadistic mass murderer (and maybe a flying elephant, who didn't give a shit about all the murders happening in the city) and now Bhaal's cult follows your orders. Your new power can be useful against the Absolute but everyone condemns it without even asking you why you suddenly accepted it after resisting it for so long. It doesn't matter if you risked your life to save a shit ton of people in need before (including Minsc); you are now evil by default.

Jaheira: Fuck you! I saved your Arpists, killed Thorm and saved your friend Minsc, while you were too busy forgetting about your own family!

Minsc: you have 1 braincell and Boo uses it! You killed a lot of people following the orders of a fake Jaheira without even questioning them but now you want to kill me for taking down our enemy?!

Karlach: why are you judging me? You served Zariel and Gortash! You treated me like a pile of trash despite my efforts to fix your engine!

Shadowheart: are you worried about the Slayer? Why don't you think about all the people you tortured and killed in Shar's name?

Wyll: you say I have become the same thing that we are fighting? Big talk from a Warlock who served a demon bitch! I even saved your father and freed you from your contract, you ungrateful idiot!

Astarion: I can spare you since you shrugged the thing off quickly but remember that is you that lured who knows how many innocents to your bloody master and it was my ugly Slayer that killed him, you jerk!

Gale: Am I really getting preached by Mystra's toyboy? I can forgive you since you recognised I would be a useful resource in battle though.

Halsin: just worried a bit about controlling the form. Good bear man.

Lae'zel: she was the kidnapped one. She only thanked me for saving her. Best response.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

she wanted him to walk her down the aisle at the wedding, and she wanted Diana’s jewelry, for starters. This is the first time I've heard about wanting William to walk her down the aisle. Do you have a source? As for Diana's jewelry, why does she need to go through William? Shouldn't both Harry and William be equally entitled to Diana's jewelry? Although I am truly glad she doesn't have access to those jewels. Otherwise, there will be no end to her PR about it.

Do you have a source? The sources are blogs that are no longer available. (No, I’m not posting my dead links.)

This is not unusual. Sussex Squad successfully shut down many blogs over the course of Meghan’s time in the BRF, just as Sunshine Sachs scrubbed many articles of Meghan’s behavior and pre-wedding PR during Megxit.

As for Diana’s jewelry, why does she need to go through William? Because it’s believed that William got most of Diana’s iconic pieces, aka the jewelry she received in her official duties as the Princess of Wales, which many believe she left to William, the next Prince of Wales, to give to his wife, the future Princess of Wales.

Shouldn't both Harry and William be equally entitled to Diana's jewelry? Not necessarily. It depends on the instructions in Diana’s will, her divorce decree, and the BRF’s gift protocols. The assumption is that William and Harry have equal ownership of the jewelry based on what is known about Diana’s will - that she left ~75% of her estate to her sons. But that is all we know about the division of her estate and assets.

We don’t know if the divorce decree said anything about the jewelry she received as Princess of Wales. We don’t know what the gift protocols are in case of divorce or if a divorced married-in (eg Mark, Autumn, Diana, Sarah) is still considered a member of the royal family at death or if there are exceptions. We do know Diana was given special consideration to be a “partial” member of the royal family owing to her status as mother of the future king but how far did that go in terms of gift protocols or the division of personal assets acquired during the marriage?

The only other thing we know is that Meghan has only worn Diana’s personal jewelry and Kate (excepting the engagement ring) has only worn Diana’s Princess of Wales jewelry, suggesting William got all the iconic “big guns” and Harry got the rest. Meaning if Meghan wanted the iconic jewelry - like the emeralds we know she wanted because of all the PR she did about it - she most likely had to get it from William, and William wasn’t giving Meghan anything because he gave it all to Kate…who wore said emeralds for her first-ever Princess of Wales glam appearance to Earthshot 2022 in Boston.

And since Meghan really wanted those emeralds, history indicates that Harry would have given them to her if he could. But he didn’t, which means that William (and/or others) blocked it. And further, since Kate is Meghan’s mortal enemy and Meghan also convinced Harry that Kate’s the worst, Harry wouldn’t have approved William’s request to let Kate wear the emeralds if the brothers had joint ownership of the jewelry like anon suggested, which means that William had some kind of the sole authority.

[starlightshadowsworld]

The Wary Weretiger

"You know, I think therapy might be more effective than this." Said Atsushi. He didn't need to turn around to know Akutugawa was rolling his eyes.

"Shut up."

Atsushi raised his hand, catching the orange. "Huh, you even peeled it this time. Must be serious."

He wasn't exactly sure how they got here. Akutagawa had been hunting him down for his bounty.... And than one day just stopped. Somewhere along the lines this had become their routine.

Akutugawa ranted at him, Atsushi sat and ate whatever fruit he'd pick up on the way. Sometimes he'd voice his own opinion and Akutugawa would begrudgingly listen.

It was werid.

But not unwelcome.

It definitely beat having his leg cut off, that's for sure.

"Go on, out with it. I'm busy today." Akutugawa scoffed "and what could you be possibly busy with." Atsushi shrugged "well I still need to get a job."

It didn't matter how much he saved from what he stole from the Orphanage, it wouldn't last him much longer.

"I thought the Agency offered you a position." Said Akutugawa, carefully. As kind as Atsushi was he fought like a caged beast. He could and would ditch Akutugawa if the other offended him.

And Akutugawa didn't want to admit he liked his company.

Atsushi took a bite out of an orange slice "only because of my ability. They're nice people, but I'll find a job myself. Besides that would you my enemy and I am not dealing with that."

His leg would grow back but it was painful. And being on Akutugawa's not bad side was a nice place to be.

Not that Atsushi would admit it.

Akutagawa nodded, he could respect wanting to keep your pride even when you were at rock bottom. But even soo... "Is it so bad for them to want you for your ability?"

Atsushi paused.

"My whole life people have only wanted my ability. They've tried to rip it out of me because they felt entitled to it.... Do you really think I'd want to join an organisation that values it so highly?"

There was an edge to his tone, but also sadness. Akutugawa's eyes went wide in shock.

He unconsciously tugged his coat closer. He wouldn't know what to do if Rashomon was stolen from him.

Akutugawa felt vulnerable just taking a bath, he couldn't imagine how Atsushi felt feeling his ability get ripped out of his skin. It was fortunate that it clearly failed.

It certainly explained Atsushi's distrust of both light and dark.

"I suppose not." Said Akutugawa, going quiet in thought. He went back to his initial question.

"I was once in a situation like yours. I lived in the slums, it was there Dazai found me and I joined the Port Mafia. That became my purpose, and I'm lost without it. But you... You don't have that, and yet you seem satisfied."

Atsushi hummed, thoughtful. "I'm gonna say something, but right or wrong you're not allowed to stab me again."

Akutagawa scoffed.

"I stabbed you one time, stop acting like it was such a big deal.... But very well, I won't stab you."

Atsushi turned to face Akutugawa, putting his orange slices back into a tupperware box. "That isn't your purpose."

Akutagawa is taken aback. He wants to argue but something in him stops him. The way Atsushi spoke to him now was different to how he usually does.

He sounded like Dazai.

Dazai in the quiet moments, the rare moments when Akutugawa hadn't failed him. The all seeing look in his eye as he read Akutugawa like an open book.

"You had a purpose, one you cherished like a second soul. But you lost it. You tried to convince yourself whatever you consider your purpose now is it, but it isn't. And it never will be."

And yet when Atsushi spoke it was kind. It wasn't intended to tear Akutugawa down, quite the opposite. And Akutugawa found himself unable to look away.

"... How do you know this?"

Atsushi smiled, it was small and sad and it didn't fit him like his usual grin did. "You wouldn't be trying so hard to find your purpose if you truly believed you found it."

He looked away, giving Akutugawa some privacy in his own thoughts. "Ask yourself, who were you before the Port Mafia? Who were you back when you were like me? There's you're answer."

Akutagawa frowned, deep in thought. He'd been... He'd been weaker and pitiful. A small child who killed whoever went in his way, but killing hadn't changed in his life.

He was the Port Mafia's Rabid dog, he was still a killer so that wasn't it.

What had he been killing for? In the Port Mafia it was because those were his orders. Because the weak needed to be destroyed to make way for the strong.

Back in the slums it had been for survival. Akutugawa would've died many times over if he'd let those idiots survive. And Gin wouldn't have survived of he hadn't protected her from them.

Akutagawa froze.

... That's what it was. He had been a protector, his reason for killing down in the slums was to protect Gin and his friends.

His friends who were killed on the night Dazai found him... The night Akutugawa lost his purpose and tried to gain another.

But failed.

"I can't get it back." Whispered Akutugawa, suprised that he choked up at the thought. He hadn't thought of them in years.

"You can" Said Atsushi, looking at him again. "The circumstances may have changed, but the core premise is the same. You just have to open yourself up to that."

Open himself up? So Akutugawa had to find something else to protect? That... Didn't seem so hard, given the Port Mafia protected the city from the shadows. And Gin was still with him.

Had it really been infront of him, all this time?

"That's the difference between us" said Atsushi, quietly but Akutugawa caught it. "You had a purpose only to lose it. While I have never had one."

Atsushi chuckled and it was sad again and Akutugawa hated it. He preferred when Atsushi was genuinely happy. When his smile reached his eyes, his eyes that were kind and shined with light.

Now they looked so empty, so sad.

"You think I'm satisfied but I'm not. I have no dreams, no aspirations, my worth is tied entirely to my ability. I live to spite all those that want me dead, to stop them from taking the tiger if I pass on. I have no purpose, not really."

Akutugawa didn't know what to say, all he could do was nod in goodbye when Atsushi left.

He reached down, picking up the half of orange Atsushi saved for him. That he always saved for him, no matter how hard times got.

"You're wrong" he said to the wind as he walked away. "You're so much more than you're ability."

[onlyjaeyun]

i’ve been following ur writing for some time now and i do have to agree with that anon who said you did CH dirty. you are a very talented writer so it’s just hard to watch.

you started off CH so strong with the lore and little chapters here and there but as it progressed you kind of just got lazy and it shows. when important events happened in the story, they weren’t conveyed through writing but through the texts (ie the riki and yn fight, that was definitely worth a written chapter) and it was honestly disappointing.

the ending isn’t much to say about either. yn and hoon barely go through development after the letter incident and all of a sudden they’re dating and married with a kid like two chapters later?

idk, if it was a mental health issue then i get that but even then you should’ve just gave it a break and thought everything out more. you could do so much better.

thank you for the feedback!

i wanna put you through the progess of a piece of writing from the POV of a writer okay? now keep in mind: i work two jobs, am a fulltime uni student and the daughter of an immigrant household with two parents who still work most of the day just so you know what else i have to deal with, besides my mental health okay?

now, i started off CH strong right? yes. i uploaded on the daily, fine i chose that. a chapter usually takes me around one hour if i actually sit down and focus on nothing but the chapter itself, which includes IG stories, editing, formatting etc. alright

on top of the daily chapters, i constantly replied to 40+ asks a day, a blessing in disguise because no matter how much i enjoy talking to you guys, the pressure does get worse the bigger that number of my inbox becomes, i hope this makes sense

now, i started CH back in october, right when my semester started, thats why i started off strong but as time went on, my assignments and private life got too busy and i guess i felt entitled enough as a writer to skip a few certain chaps and make life a little easier for me by making them regular chapters instead of written ones.

and this is gonna be my main point: i'm not a machine. i wrote a minimum of 5 THOUSAND words per written chapter, MINIMUM. we're talking about a 5-9 THOUSANDED worded chapter EACH WEEK. which usually took me about 6-7 hours, even allnighters.

yes, i chose to do that and maybe my time management wasn't the best but i had to create a compromise where i wouldnt have let you guys wait for over two months which would have resulted in me losing my motivation completely, and yet still focusing on EXAMS. because you know, i'm a fulltime uni student with TWO jobs 😮‍💨

if YOU think i did CH dirty go write an alternative ending yourself but it should be a minimum of 15 chapters including 5 written ones, with at LEAST 9k words each yeah? i wanna see you manage it all, pls prove me wrong snd show me you're better than me i'm genuinely begging bc it might inspire me to do "better" next time.

as a writer/artist/creator, and i can tell you probably arent one yourself or havent been one for long, the longer smth takes to come to an end the worse the pressure becomes which results in a blockage i dont wish upon my worst enemy i'm being deadass. i dealt with some of the worst writer's block ive had since i started writing literally 12 years ago and you're telling me i should have just "taken a break" and do "better"

i never, ever expected anything from anyone but some of you are so entitled to a writer's time and skill it's giving me a headache. maybe you didn't like the timing and writing of the last few chapters of CH and i guess that's unfortunate but this was so unnecessary because you completely dismissed everything else that could have been going on in my life and even belittled my mental health issues like im some fucking AI writing machine

do better, be nicer, write it yourself if you don't like it i'm so fucking over this

if i had gotten out of my own comfort and wellbeing and have actually written another set of written chapters i would have burned myself completely out. ive been in this fandom for not even a year and have already finished FOUR smaus with 50 chapters each, you do NOT get to tell me what i should or could have done better because you dont even give a fuck about me as a person this is just about receiving what YOU think YOURE entitled to but this is MY art and I will do what I see fit even if it's not what was expected of it because i'm a fucking human being with a life before i'm a writer on tumblr

oh, also: i do this for free ㅤ:) just a reminder :) this is my HOBBY :)

and don't you EVER call me lazy again when it comes to writing because i'm not gonna pour my heart and soul into a fic just for you to call me lazy when i literally wrote 50 THOUSAND words for this fucking fic just for the written chapters

goodbye

[utilitycaster]

What is the d20 meltdown about? 👀 If you don't mind getting into it

I literally don't know other than vague shit because I'm semi-avoiding spoilers. I'm making this nonrebloggable because we're in pure speculation country.

From what I have gathered, people are mad because I think the Bad Kids kill the Rat Grinders (another adventuring group that's been set up as their bitter, jealous rivals from the start) and they want...redemption or some shit? This is absurd to me like this party was set up as The Enemy from the start.

I am 4 episodes behind so I can't speak to this, and also I admittedly have a rather low opinion of the D20 fandom at large for a number of reasons despite being a big fan of D20 shows, but: I just by chance watched the scene that I would say counts as a point of no return for at least some the Rat Grinders. Like, actually some of the most villainous shit I've seen on this show amplified by how petty and small and purely fueled by jealousy the motivation is.

My guess as to why the D20 fandom is, per whispers on the wind/texting my brother who is caught up/talking to friends not avoiding spoilers, having a meltdown about it is because people have this idea of Brennan Lee Mulligan always making capitalism the BBEG, or occasionally religion or politics.

That is untrue. He does hate capitalism, and that is a theme in the (real-world-ish set) Unsleeping City, but ultimately the thing Brennan sees as the villain is a willingness to hurt, exploit, and dehumanize others for your own goals and benefit. Capitalism and religious corruption are two major examples of this, but in the end, the worst thing you can do is kill people out of a desire for power, or attention, or spite. What Brennan truly hates is what we on Tumblr call a tar pit.

Now. My much more pointed analysis? Kipperlily (and presumably the other Rat Grinders) are deeply entitled people jealous of the Bad Kids, who aren't as academically strong at times but who have leveled up through saving the world at least three times. How many people does killing rats so much that you hit the high levels of D&D save? or even help? Like congrats, you're level 14 from killing rats real good. These guys stopped the fucking Night Yorb. Of course they get the fame and glory, you entitled, self-absorbed little brats. Do you not understand how this fucking works? This is underscored by the fact that they've definitely murdered at least one of their own and almost certainly two (and a teacher to boot) at least in part to get at the Bad Kids.

And herein lies my feeling as to why the D20 fandom is really melting down. Because the loudest and most unpleasant contingent (which is probably why the server is, ultimately, shutting down all discussion channels) have always struck me as entitled self-absorbed little brats who demand precisely what they want when they want it (and also have the literary analysis skills on par with the 3/4ths of a stick of Monterey Jack cheese currently in my fridge) and they're seeing, in real time, that in this story, they're the villain.

But: I haven't seen the next 4 episodes and I could be getting the details of the plot wrong (not the first 15 episodes though, and I do not think the Rat Grinders are going to make the world's best Heel-Face turn in 3-4 episodes, and at this point they're so clearly the villains that to deny it is to admit truly earth-shattering levels of stupidity) and so: nonrebloggable. I'm hoping to catch up this weekend though on both the show and the hot goss, and if I'm right this will become rebloggable.

ETA: I am caught up making this rebloggable but I'm actually more confused, because as my posts indicated this was not even like, edgy. Like I assumed maybe there was a twist where the Rat Grinders appeared to regret their actions or something but failed to do anything about it, making this a little bittersweet? but no there literally was nothing, they went into the final battle still like hell yeah we're going to be the living worst.

[rodricksfilipinagf]

Karma's A Bitch Part 1 (Jamie Tartt x Reader, Enemies to Lovers)

Summary: Idealistic, hopeless romantic Y/N is the new marketing intern at AFC Richmond who instantly tops star player and major asshole Jamie Tartt's shit list for daring to stand up to him.

         Today’s my first day as a marketing intern at AFC Richmond! I really like Keeley already- she’s so nice. She was immediately welcoming to me and even listened to my rant about the newest season of Bridgerton. I think working here is going to be exciting because Jamie Tartt trains here and I’ve had sex fantasies about him ever since I saw him modeling in a champagne ad. I was ecstatic to be placed here because then that meant we can meet and interact and possibly fall in love and reenact my sex dreams.

         I can see the players coming into the building from the field. Oh my God, that means Jamie’s coming! What if he falls in love with me on sight? That wouldn’t happen probably but it’d be so romantic.

         Jamie is wearing his gray practice jersey and grey warm up jacket. He is making the drab colors work for him. 

         When he’s just about to pass me, I say, “Hey, Jamie, I’m Y/N and I just want to say-“

         He brushes right past me, shoving his water bottle into my hands. “Thanks,” he dismisses, not even turning around.

         Well. That dream’s dead now. My cheeks flush with anger and I guess my body reacts before my mind. I don’t think about how this will affect my internship or dealing with him in the future. I just want to make him pay. 

         I catch up to him, seizing his arm and blocking his path.

         His eyes narrow in annoyance. “What do you want?”

         I unscrew the bottle cap. “I used to admire you a lot, but…” I stand on my tiptoes and pour all the water from the bottle onto Jamie’s face. “Not anymore, dickhead.”

         He blinks, looking furious. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you know who I am?”

         “Yes,” I say. “A terrible person who treats people like crap. Everything else doesn’t matter to me. Not how famous you are or how rich you are or how many goals you score and certainly not how hot you are!” I regret saying that last part. 

         “You think I’m hot?” he asks. Then he laughs. “What, are you mad that I’m not falling all over myself for you?”

         “You wish,” I say. “I just think you shouldn’t be rude to interns- or anyone- because you’re some big star.”

         “You’re interning here?” Jamie’s nose wrinkles as if he smells something rancid. Then he draws up. “Then let me tell you how it works around here. You learn respect, you do what I say, and if I want your fucking opinion, I’ll ask.”

         “I’m actually in the marketing department, not your personal assistant. And I’ll respect you when you learn not to be a dick,” I retort. 

         “Whatever. Just stay out of my way.” He knocks my shoulder with his before storming off.

         Today I’m handing out schedules to the players about marketing stuff. I barely make eye contact when I get to Jamie, who is chewing gum. I just shove it at him. “This is yours.”

         “Perfect,” Jamie says. “I’ve been looking for a place to put my gum.”

         “How about up your ass?” I say nastily.

         Scorn enters Jamie’s eyes. “I see you still haven’t learned respect, intern.” He takes his wet gum out of his mouth and sticks it into my hand. “Toss this in the trash for me.”

`        What an entitled prick. “In the trash? Sure.” I press his chewed gum into his forehead. By now the whole team is watching. “Is here good?” I taunt. 

         A lot of the other players start laughing. I bet Jamie’s been an ass to all of them at least once, and they love seeing him brought down a peg.

         He looks furious, using the paper his schedule is on to scrape gum off his face. And then he gets right up in mine. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you to stay in your place?” he growls.

         “Maybe this all wouldn’t be happening if you were a nice person. Just a thought. Oh, and you have an interview at 3 tomorrow.” I start to walk away, but Jamie grabs the back of my shirt. 

         “I could make your life really miserable around here if I wanted to,” Jamie says. 

         “Sure, gum-face. Sure,” I say. I leave him seething behind me. 

         This morning I get an email that I have to be in the interview room 25 minutes earlier to “prep Jamie on talking points.”

When I pull open the door of the interview room, I’m showered from head to toe with whipped cream from a bucket hanging over the door. When I wipe my eyes, I see Jamie with a big bucket in his hand.

“You did this,” I spew.

He shrugs. “I thought you needed a makeover,” he says, emptying the bucket’s contents over my head. Which turn out to be feathers. Many, multicolored feathers that because of the whipped cream, stick everywhere. My hair, my face, and all over my body. 

“Jamie!” I shriek furiously while he just looks smug. “Are you out of your mind?”

“What?” He feigns innocence. “I thought Americans liked this.”

“Okay, Jamie, what is your problem with me?” I demand. “Is it because I’m the only person ever to stand up to you?”

“You think you can talk to me and treat me however you want. You tried to embarrass me in front of my teammates today. You need to get it through your thick skull that you’re just some lowly American intern, and I’m the star player. You don’t tell me what to do.”

“You are so arrogant,” I say. “It’s no wonder your teammates don’t like you.”

“Think I give a shit?” Jamie scoffs. “They all know I’m the best.” He smirks. “And so will that reporter coming.”

My eyes widen. “Oh yeah, the reporter’s coming. Jamie, I guarantee you’ll blow them away.”

He looks confused at this, and I use this moment to tackle him to the floor. “What the fuck?” he demands angrily. Whipped cream is seeping into his jeans and shirt, and some of my feathers are transferring onto his clothes. 

“Well, Jamie, karma’s a bitch, and she’s with you right now,” I say.

He glares at me. “You stupid twat. You ruined my outfit for my interview!”

“You ruined mine first!” I shoot back. “Like you say, you’re so much more important than me. Maybe you’ll make this look the new trend.”

“Piss off,” Jamie says, his eyes blazing. 

“You ensured that I would get embarrassed on the Tube today. Thought I’d return the favor,” I spit.

“This is a national magazine,” Jamie says through clenched teeth. “It’s not the same and you know it. I’ll get you back for this.”

I scowl. “As if this prank wasn’t entirely your fault. But fine. You want a war? You’ve got one.”

A/N: Hi guys!!! I wrote this after getting super pissed off (in a good way) after reading a snippet of another Jamie Tartt fanfic on here, so I used like 3 lines from there to inspire this story and put my own unique spin on it. Also yes I had Y/N quote that song Jojo Siwa made famous and Brit Smith ~bodied~. She's such a girlboss, and I love seeing her put Jamie in his place. I also love writing slow burns!!

[rheanyraaaa]

Water Lily (Part 3)

Robb Stark x Frey!Reader

Enemies To Lovers

note: i know.. posting one chapter after another, i’m so bored and have no classes today so i put this one out :))

disclaimer: angsty angst

remembered i was writing an enemies

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Days turned into weeks, and whatever warmth had flickered between you and Robb the night he learned of the child had vanished like smoke. He returned to his duties with a renewed sense of purpose, spending endless hours strategizing and speaking with his commanders. When he wasn’t discussing plans for battle, he was often seen by Talisa’s side, her laughter filling the air, a sound that grated at you with each passing day.

In the mornings, you would see him briefly a cool, polite nod exchanged over breakfast, a mumbled “Good morning” that felt more perfunctory than kind. It was clear he found you tiresome, perhaps even inconvenient, and you had little inclination to change his mind. He was cold and distant, hardly the hero you’d heard tales of in the Riverlands. To you, he was simply another lord who felt entitled to anything he pleased. And you? You were just the wife he had not chosen, the duty he was bound to fulfill.

One chilly afternoon, you sat near the fire in your tent, flipping through an old book that Alec had found for you. The words blurred, your mind wandering as irritation built inside you. It was one thing to be ignored, but it was another to feel trapped, bound to this camp with little more to do than listen to the endless rumors about Robb’s exploits and victories.

The tent flap rustled, and without looking up, you sighed. “If you’re here with more news about my husband’s campaigns, you can leave,” you muttered, feigning disinterest.

“Your husband, am I?” came Robb’s voice, cold and sharp. You looked up, surprised to see him standing in the entrance, his gaze steely and unimpressed.

You sat straighter, fixing him with a cool, challenging stare. “You seem surprised by the reminder, my lord,” you replied, arching an eyebrow. “Though if I’m honest, I doubt you think of me as your wife at all.”

Robb’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “And what do you think I consider you, then?” he asked, his tone laced with irritation.

“A pawn, a treaty signed and sealed with all the warmth of a business transaction,” you answered, lifting your chin. “Nothing more. Certainly not a bride.”

He scoffed, folding his arms as he stared you down. “You talk as though you expected something more. You think I wanted this? I had no say in the matter either, and if you think this arrangement is some grand privilege, then you’re more naive than I thought.”

Your hands clenched the edges of the book, a flare of indignation rising within you. “Naive? My lord, I didn’t expect anything from you except decency, which seems to be the only thing you’ve withheld.”

Robb’s eyes darkened. “If I withhold myself, it’s because I’ve no wish to be tied down to someone who regards me as a nuisance, a stranger. You’ve done nothing to make me want to know you.”

“Perhaps because there’s little point in getting to know a man who spends his nights with another woman,” you shot back, the words sharper than you intended. The instant they left your mouth, you saw his expression harden, his jaw clenched.

“So this is about Talisa,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re jealous.”

You laughed bitterly. “Don’t flatter yourself. Jealousy would imply I care for you, which I don’t. I’m simply embarrassed. Every person in this camp knows where you go each night, and that dishonors us both, as if I’m nothing but a placeholder, a body to bear your heir.”

He stepped closer, the tension between you sharp as a drawn blade. “Is that what you think?” His voice was dangerously low, his blue eyes fierce. “I’m fighting a war, trying to keep my men alive. My choices are not simple, and neither is this arrangement.”

You glared at him, undaunted. “Don’t pretend your only concern is for your men. If that were true, you’d show some respect to the woman meant to be at your side. But you don’t even see me, do you? I’m just another item on your long list of duties.”

He took a breath, as if to speak, then hesitated, his gaze slipping to the book in your hands. A flicker of something softened his expression, curiosity tugging at his otherwise cold mask. “What are you reading?” he asked, his tone shifting, though his voice still held a slight edge.

You looked down at the book, resisting the urge to scoff. “A tale from Dorne. Old stories. My guard found it for me.”

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharpening again at the mention of Alec, though he tried to mask it. “You seem close to this guard of yours.”

You didn’t bother hiding your irritation. “Of course. He’s the only one who treats me like I belong here.” You met Robb’s gaze, daring him to question it further. “Unlike some.”

His jaw tensed, and a flash of something that looked suspiciously like jealousy crossed his face. “I treat you as you’ve shown yourself, my lady. Cold and aloof. You hold everyone here at a distance and yet blame me for doing the same.”

You stood, refusing to let him see any weakness. “What did you expect, Robb? I was wrenched from my family, sent to a life I never asked for, with a husband who couldn’t be bothered to even try to make me feel welcome. You may lead these men with courage, but here, in this tent, you’re little more than a stranger.”

The words hung between you, sharp and cutting, but for the first time, Robb didn’t seem to have a response. He looked at you, his eyes narrowing as if seeing you for the first time, trying to parse the woman standing before him. The air felt thick, charged, and for a brief moment, you saw a flicker of something other than resentment in his gaze — an ember of curiosity, perhaps even admiration.

Finally, he nodded, his voice quiet but steady. “Perhaps I’ve misjudged you, then,” he murmured, his expression unreadable. “And perhaps… you’ve misjudged me, as well.”

You held his gaze, something shifting in the silence between you, a tension that felt both dangerous and electrifying. Neither of you looked away, and for a moment, you wondered what might have been if things had started differently. If this fire, this stubbornness, could ever become something more than disdain.

But just as quickly, Robb’s expression closed off again. He straightened, taking a step back.

“Good night, Y/N,” he said, his voice cooler, more distant. And before you could reply, he turned on his heel and left the tent, leaving you alone with the unresolved weight of your words and the faint, unyielding flicker of something that refused to die away.

The days that followed were nothing short of tense. Every strategy meeting, every meal shared in the mess tent, every time you so much as crossed paths, the atmosphere between you and Robb crackled with a barely concealed animosity. And everyone in camp seemed to notice.

At meetings, you took up your place at the edge of the war council table, a position meant to show support though, really, you were expected to sit quietly, speak only if spoken to, and offer your presence as nothing more than a symbol of alliance. But with Robb standing across from you, leading his commanders with a focus you couldn’t deny, it was hard to hold back your emotions.

Most of the time, you met his icy, commanding stare with a glare of your own, the two of you locked in a silent war of looks alone. Whenever he would make a particularly self-assured remark about the strength of his forces or his plans, you would arch an eyebrow or let out the faintest scoff, a small but intentional sign of your disapproval. Robb, in turn, would shoot you a sharp glance, jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as if daring you to say something aloud.

You rarely did. But sometimes, in the heat of these quiet, simmering battles, your temper got the best of you.

“Do you really think sending men to raid Tywin’s supplies in this weather will help?” you muttered under your breath one day, unable to keep your thoughts contained. “It’ll do nothing but exhaust them.”

Robb’s gaze snapped to you, his expression darkening as he held back the urge to snap in front of his men. Instead, he leaned forward, his voice low and edged with steel. “Do you think your insights from Dorne are of particular use here, in the North’s war?”

You matched his stare, your lips curving into a subtle, defiant smile. “Better to have fresh ideas than to follow your rash impulses,” you said coolly. “Not that you seem interested in anyone’s opinion.”

He straightened, nostrils flaring slightly, clearly seething but containing himself. The council members glanced between you both, caught between discomfort and morbid fascination at this open exchange. You noticed the slight grin on Grey Wind’s muzzle as he observed you two from his spot by Robb’s side, almost as if he enjoyed watching his master squirm.

But then, just as the tension between you reached a breaking point, Robb would do something that left you breathless, thrown off balance.

With a surprising gentleness, he would come over to you, the anger simmering just beneath the surface, and, in front of everyone, place his hand firmly over your stomach, splaying his fingers as if to silently remind you of the life growing inside you both. The gesture was infuriating and, maddeningly, left you without any words.

In these moments, his touch felt possessive and raw, claiming you in a way that had nothing to do with affection and everything to do with pride. There was something protective in the way his fingers settled there, rough yet reverent, almost as though he were reminding himself of the bond between you, unwilling to let you drift too far into defiance.

“Careful,” he’d murmur, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “You might exhaust yourself with all this… insight.”

And though every fiber of you wanted to pull away, to tell him that his touch was unnecessary and unwanted, you found yourself frozen under his hand, helpless against the strange warmth of his palm and the pulse of anger that mingled with something unspoken.

The other lords and soldiers would glance away, feigning interest in their maps or murmuring lowly, their discomfort palpable, though you could see that some of them found Robb’s possessiveness amusing. They knew well enough not to comment on it aloud, but you could feel their scrutiny, wondering how this forced marriage of yours would survive another week, let alone the years ahead.

When he finally pulled his hand away, he’d leave without another word, the heat from his touch lingering on your skin long after he was gone, frustrating you to no end.

Later that night, as you sat alone in your tent, the memory of his hand on your stomach would haunt you, confusing and infuriating in equal measure. He didn’t care for you, you reminded yourself he’d made that perfectly clear. Yet, each time he placed his hand on your stomach, each time he looked at you with that silent, fierce intensity, a strange tension pulled tight between you, something that left your heart pounding in your chest long after he left.

These encounters only added fuel to your resentment, yet they kept you thinking of him far more than you cared to admit. You found yourself lingering over little details the way his hand, though rough, was gentle as it curved over your belly, the way his gaze softened for a heartbeat when he looked at you or rather, at your child. The son or daughter that would bind you together, whether you liked it or not.

And despite everything, the frustration, the undeniable bitterness there was a spark that refused to die, a fire igniting every time your eyes met his, this longing feeling.

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The Hornet in the Beehive

The passages of the Bible that mention hornets (or, notably, just a single hornet) are talking almost exclusively about the Exodus of the people of Israel from Egypt and God guiding them to the promised land. Specifically, these verses discuss how the people already living in the promised land will be destroyed ahead of the chosen peoples’ arrival by the hornet(s).

The hornet is not who you think it is.

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Exodus 23:28

The reference in verse 28 appears within this section, entitled God’s Angel to Prepare the Way:

20 “See, I am sending an angel ahead of you to guard you along the way and to bring you to the place I have prepared. 21 Pay attention to him and listen to what he says. Do not rebel against him; he will not forgive your rebellion, since my Name is in him. 22 If you listen carefully to what he says and do all that I say, I will be an enemy to your enemies and will oppose those who oppose you. 23 My angel will go ahead of you and bring you into the land of the Amorites, Hittites, Perizzites, Canaanites, Hivites and Jebusites, and I will wipe them out… 28 I will send the hornet ahead of you to drive the Hivites, Canaanites and Hittites out of your way. 

From this, we may be able to take that the guardian angel sent ahead of the Chosen People to wipe out the unclean is synonymous with the hornet (in the original Hebrew, הַצִּרְעָ֖ה,  “haṣ-ṣir-‘āh” and yes it seems that the Hebrew word for hornet is pronounced Azira, or more specifically, “A-tsira,” “the-hornet”). (Why did I look at this? Because I wanted to know if the translation for hornet(s) was from a singular, plural, or group noun. Seems like it’s a group noun but I’m not certain.)

So what we have here is an angel symbolically represented as a hornet, pronounced Azira in the original language of the Bible, whose job it is to wipe out those God deems unworthy.

Do with this as you will.

Deuteronomy 7:20

This verse appears in a section entitled Driving Out the Nations

1 When the Lord your God brings you into the land you are entering to possess and drives out before you many nations—the Hittites, Girgashites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites, seven nations larger and stronger than you— 2 and when the Lord your God has delivered them over to you and you have defeated them, then you must destroy them totally (footnote: The Hebrew term refers to the irrevocable giving over of things or persons to the Lord, often by totally destroying them; also in verse 26). Make no treaty with them, and show them no mercy.

20 Moreover, the Lord your God will send the hornet among them until even the survivors who hide from you have perished.

Notably, “hornet” is translated in the singular in seven out of eight translations available here. The Message even capitalizes it.

Joshua 24:12

This section is entitled The Covenant Renewed at Shechem

8 “‘I brought you to the land of the Amorites who lived east of the Jordan. They fought against you, but I gave them into your hands. I destroyed them from before you, and you took possession of their land.

11 “‘Then you crossed the Jordan and came to Jericho. The citizens of Jericho fought against you, as did also the Amorites, Perizzites, Canaanites, Hittites, Girgashites, Hivites and Jebusites, but I gave them into your hands. 12 I sent the hornet ahead of you, which drove them out before you—also the two Amorite kings. You did not do it with your own sword and bow. 13 So I gave you a land on which you did not toil and cities you did not build; and you live in them and eat from vineyards and olive groves that you did not plant.’

Translation choices here are getting a little tricky: nine translations use “the hornet,” and the Lexham English Bible specifically emphasizes the hornet. New Living Translation and New Century Version have both replaced “the hornet” with “terror.” A footnote available here reads: Traditionally, “the hornet” (so KJV, NKJV, NASB, NIV, NRSV) but the precise meaning of the Hebrew word is uncertain (cf. NEB “panic”).

In summary

There’s a hornet (someone very powerful and very dangerous) in the beehive (Heaven), but it isn’t Crowley.

This is (in my humble opinion) some strong evidence that the intended symbolism behind Aziraphale’s name is a reference to the Hornet that goes before the people of Israel, slaying the Amorites, et cetera, to claim their land. There is some apparent parallelism between an angel clearing out the unfaithful to make way for the chosen people in the Exodus, and an angel whose major responsibility it is to bring about the Second Coming, the Day of Judgment which will also result in the wiping out of those who are found wanting.

The Final Fifteen, again

Aziraphale could not have said no. He could not have refused the Metatron and run away with Crowley. Aziraphale is the Hornet that goes before the righteous to rid the world of the unrighteous.

This was always Aziraphale’s destiny.

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Author’s note: we live in interesting times. My use of the word “Israel” and surrounding language in this meta is strictly with regard to ancient Biblical texts as they are relevant to a fictional work, Good Omens. None of this should be construed as an opinion regarding current political events.

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Blot-Mates: Yuu & The Overblots [Part 1]

SEGMENT: RI

Summary: Ri wakes up in the middle of the night and goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water, only to find the Prefect of Ramshackle - Yuu - making Strawberry Cheesecake. The Overblot of Heartslabyul & Magicless Prefect have a conversation.

[Note: The Yuu Variant is Male with Enma Yuuken's Body Build, Yuuka Hirasaki's Fighting Skills, and Yuuta Mito's Cooking Skills.]

[Note: This Storyline will be written in Script Format.]

Parts: [Prologue] - [Ri] (Here) - [Leo] - [Azu] - [Jami] - [Vi] - [Idi] - [Mal] - [All] - [Epilogue]

[Dark Crimson Eyes opened as Ri was pulled out of his nightmare, panting and gasping for air to flow into his lungs as he sat up in the bed that he had been given, running his hand through his dark red hair before he ran his hands down his face before looking around his room - he was still in Rmashackle; not...in the location where he was trapped in. Ri lowered his head for a while before his keen ears picked up on the sound of someone messing with the pots in Ramshackle's Kitchen. Ri threw the blankets off his body and walked out of the room, down the darkened hall, until he saw the light coming from the kitchen. Ri peeked around the corner to see Yuu making something.]

Ri (Looking at Yuu): Prefect?

Yuu: Hm? (Looks over to Ri): Ri? Is something the matter? What are you doing up at this hour?

Ri: I could be asking you the same thing, Prefect. What are you doing up at...(Looks at the clock on the wall) 2:25 in the morning?

Yuu (Mixing something in a large mixing bowl): Since you and the others were so fond of the cheesecake I had to the point where you ate all of it; I decided to make more. It takes about 4 hours for the cheesecake to be done and I am making 5 different types of cheesecakes.

Ri: There are multiple types of cheesecake? I thought there were only 2: The Plain & The Strawberry Flavours.

Yuu: There are multiple types of cheesecake, but I love 5 flavors that I love to make: Plain, Strawberry, Blueberry, Cherry, and Cinnamon Roll Flavours.

Ri (Walking over to Yuu and looking at the 5 empty pie crusts): 5 Different Flavours? And...these pie crusts... Did you hand make these yourself, Prefect?

Yuu: Yes. It's so much better if you make the crusts yourself, instead of buying the pie crusts from TWST Mart.

Ri: What is the reason you are making all of these cakes? Are you hosting an event?

Yuu: No, these are for you guys.

Ri (Looks at Yuu with a raised eyebrow): For us? You are making desserts for your enemies?

Yuu (Slowly pouring the Plain Cheesecake Batter into the 1st Pie Crust): What are you talking about, Ri? None of you are my enemies.

Ri (Eyes wide): We... We are not?

Yuu: No. Why would you think you are?

Ri: But... After everything we have done to you... How could you not detest us?

Yuu (Walking over to the sink and placing the bowl in the prepped dishwater): You haven't done anything to me that you couldn't help, Ri.

Ri: But... The Overblot Battle was...

Yuu: Not your fault.

Ri (Wide-eyed and speechless): What makes you say that, Prefect? I almost killed you... We all did.

Yuu: Ri, you share a body and life with the Housewarden of Heartslabyul, who is responsible for upholding the 810 Rules of the Queen of Hearts' Court. It's a highly stressful job. Moreover, your mother's strict upbringing must have added to the pressure. Therefore, I don't find it fair to blame you for anything you may have done.

Ri (Looks down and rubs his arm): You... You know about my upbringing?

Yuu (Turns to face Ri): During the Overblot Battle, I saw...something. I saw Riddle's Life - your life - and everything you have been through; your choices were made for you and you couldn't think for yourself. You were robbed of the childhood you were entitled to and even your friendships with Trey and Che'nya were taken away from you. It was fate that you and Trey were reunited....however, that was not fair to you.

[Ri looks down at the ground as Yuu's words sink and the kindness that Yuu has shown Riddle ever since the Overblot Accident, the kindness he is showing him... He doesn't understand this. How can the Magicless Prefect refuse to hate him? All the pain he caused the members of dorm members of his house... Why doesn't he hate him? Why?]

[Ri suddenly freezes up as he feels Yuu's arms wrapped around his smaller frame and holding him close, just as an elder brother would comfort his younger brother when he was close to breaking. Ri looked up at Yuu's face, the Prefect was silent and just wanted to show Ri that he didn't hate him. Ri felt his eyes building up with tears before he wrapped his smaller arms around Yuu, allowing his tears to fall and become soaked into Yuu's Nightshirt.]

[Once Ri managed to calm down, Yuu decided to share the last 2 slices of Strawberry Cheesecake with Ri and brewed some tea that helped him to get sleep. Ri sat at the table while Yuu was filling the other pie crusts with different flavors before placing them in the fridge just as the tea kettle was steaming. Yuu grabbed two cups and tea bags before preparing the tea and making it as Ri suggested.]

[The Prefect and the Overblot sat at the table, drinking their tea and eating their cheesecake, while having conversation for about an hour when Ri started to yawn; showing that the tea was starting to take effect. Yuu stood from his chair and lifted the smaller figure in his arms like a tender brother and carried him to his room, placed him on the bed, covered him in the blanket, and stood up to walk away but was stopped when Ri's hand reached out and grabbed his pants leg.]

Ri: Stay... Until I fall asleep... Please?

Yuu (Smies): Sure, Little Rose Bud. I got your back.

[Yuu sat on the end of the bed, using his large hand to caress Ri's Dark Red Hair and humming a song from his world until Ri drifted off into dreamland. The Prefect sat there for a while getting up and heading off to bed for a while before he had to get up to make breakfast.]

[END - TO BE CONTINUED]

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clutch || seven

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

sorry for the late chpt. I was really sick so i tried my best on this chpt.

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating & sex & liquid products of sex, death, mental health, horrible sister, entitled sister

she was careless. 1 day of happiness was enough for her to forget the problem at hand. work had been enjoyable and there were discussions of displaying her art. she had time between her shifts to work on he last of her commissions. of course it would be ruined by her stalker.

the moment he had read her tweet, he was out the door and going to find her.

he saw e/n lurking around. bastard.

when he did, she was cowering in the dressing room. wordlessly, he wrapped his jacket around her before handing her his cap and a mask.

"wear this." - wonwoo

"thanks, wonwoo... i owe you one." - yn

they made it out with no issues. e/n was gone but who knew when he'd be back?

no matter how much she tried to enjoy her dinner with wonwoo, she couldn't help but feel eyes on her. but wherever she looked, there was no one.

wonwoo watched as yn's typing got even more agitated.

what the hell is going on... is she playing speed tetris or something...

when she finally slammed her phone face down onto the table, he finally asked her what happened.

"family argument. Now I have to bring a very attractive guy to my family reunion next sunday. and I also have to close my art deal by next wednesday and have an auction by thursday. great." - yn

"but why?" - wonwoo

"my parents found out about e/n and blamed me. my younger sister played a victim angel again so i snapped and called her out for being a brat. so now i have to one-up her in fame and a partner." - yn

"any ideas of who you're going to ask?" - wonwoo, crossing his fingers. wait why am i crossing his fingers?

"if any of your friends can help me, that would be great. i'll probably ask mingyu or dino since they're single and famous." - yn

"i'm single and famous" - wonwoo, whispers under his breath

"sorry what did you say?" - yn, leaning in to hear him from across the table

"i said, i'm single and famous. i'll go with you." - wonwoo

a pause. subtle panic. a smile.

"really? oh my days, wonwoo. you're my saviour. i LOVE you. you have the fame AND the face card. chaeyoung is going to quake and crumble!" - yn

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ💓ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ badum.

well. he doesn't know she's with me now. be it make-believe.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 11

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Minggyu (Seventeen) & BTS

NEW TRAILER:

FIRST TRAILER:

PAIRING: FEM READER X ENHYPEN WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes. GENTRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers SUMMARY: You moved to Seoul to start over after a bad experience, and everything seems to be going well, you even manage to work for HYBE. You discover, however, that you owe them almost a billion won, money you don't have and don't know how to recover: but don't worry because Hybe itself offers you a solution. Your body in exchange for paying off your debt. Do you accept?

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FIRST CHAPTER:

I don't know how long I slept, I only know that when I wake up Heeseung is watching me sitting in his gaming chair. He looks at me biting his fingernail, but then he notices that I am awake and removes his finger from his mouth.

He was tapping his foot, he is nervous, but why?

Oh my God, I didn't think of that! I'm lying on his bed like it's completely mine, it's probably getting late and he'll have a lot to do tomorrow. I touch my eyes, they are smeared with dried mascara and burning.

"How are you?" He asks me, but he seems distracted.

"Sorry... how long have I been asleep?"

"About an hour."

He is cold, I can sense it, and he is nervous as well. Every time I find myself alone with him, I discover a new side of his real personality, and that scares me.

"I'm sorry, really." I say, standing up and holding down the skirt of the little dress with my hands.

He stands up, looks at me, stops me from walking out the door to the bathroom, where it would be better to go now. "No, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

He doesn't answer right away, he is so strange.

Then suddenly he says "How are you feeling? Are you sick? Tired? If you're-" he stops when he realizes I'm looking at him so intently, maybe with languid, reddened eyes from the smoke and mascara, then I realize it too and lower my head.

"No, I'm fine." I say, under my breath.

After all, he behaved well today, I guess... was too hard on him, I realize, and why then? When I saw him in Jay's room, with that heartbroken expression, my heart really crumbled. It's as if I love him, really, but ... in a different way? Is it possible?

Perhaps because in my eyes he is simply unreachable. Perhaps because I know that nothing can ever bridge our gap, genuinely loving him is the only way I would feel entitled to turn my attention to him. I am but a fan; he is a mirage to me even now.

"Are you sure?"

"If you want to, it's fine for me. - I answer honestly, unable to look at him. - If you don't want to, that's fine for me anyway."

He doesn't answer me for so long that at one point I can't help but lift my gaze. Is he.. surprised?

How beautiful he is. So beautiful.

All I get to say when I look at him is handsome, handsome, handsome -- with the vowels open and full, like my heart and eyes when he is in front of me.

Heeseung is simply too much for me.

"You said you weren't feeling well."

Why does he insist? It's not like I'm the one asking him to fuck. I look at him nervous and confused.

"Look, I'm not the one who asked you. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

He seems about to speak but then stops, what's wrong with him? Is he upset because he has to sleep with me? Or does he want to sleep with me? Or even worse, would he like to be wooed by me?

With Jake it was different and natural, but with him I just paralyze, I know he is just playing with me but I am completely alarmed because of him.

"I can sleep on the couch if you want to be left alone."

"What bed would you end up in if you did that? Jay's? - He asks me, suddenly serious. What's wrong with him? - Or at Sunghoon's?"

"Ridiculous." I say, trying to get through the door to go wash up, since I am most likely a creepy sight.

Heeseung holds me back, saying nothing for a while, then I don't either. "Since you're okay, let's do it."

I swallow, is he serious? Do we really do it?

Nah, it's not possible.

"I have to wash." I tell him, my voice trembling.

He smiles, but he doesn't look pleased. "Why? - He asks me, moving forward and forcing me to back away, while the door remains shamefully open. - You should be beside yourself with joy right now."

If something is about to happen again, I'd rather the other housemates from the hallway didn't see her as well, although no one is there right now.

Besides, if Heeseung wanted to use explicit and dirty language again, like his gaze now undressing me, his lips curled sensually, that little prince's nose turned upward, it would be better if only I listened to him.

"Let's play a game. - He tells me, picking up some of the mascara with the fingertip of his thumb, this actually helps me relax my eye a little. - It will be fun."

"What game?"

"A game...fun, I guess." He snorts, annoyed.

What is he, crazy? My hangover is almost completely gone but he doesn't seem to be, I move closer to smell near his neck and he just doesn't seem to expect it because he backs away embarrassed: yes, he's been drinking again for sure! The smell is too strong to be from an hour ago.

"You're drunk."

"No, I'm not." He imposes himself, lovely.

I can't, it would be like.... like I taking advantage of him. Even though he's the one asking me, I just can't ignore the fact that I want him so badly, and that makes me feel guilty.

"In my opinion, yes, we can't do it under these conditions." I say, but he's really close and I'm forced to look at him now, stuck in his arms leaning against the wall I'm against.

The door is still open.

"I said it's okay. How do you come up with that? You're the one who should be afraid." He says and I get the shivers.

I can't face a conversation if he's so close to me, I don't know how I managed to talk to him this afternoon, maybe because I was seriously desperate and scared that he might rat me out, but looking at me now I look like a different person.

Maybe it's because this time he's not blackmailing me - it was my choice. I feel much more vulnerable because now I could seriously be rejected at any time and I don't know how I would react.

"You're not sober, so you're not even aware. You can't-"

It's okay to shush me like that, Lee Heeseung.

His lips taste like gin, and I really hated it before I tasted it from him. The bitterness of the booze becomes saliva slipping between our tongues, I can feel myself glowing again, for a second, as I drink straight from him.

It is dirty, vulgar the way he kisses me, I like it.

"Stop me now because I might not later." He whispers, once again asking me to stop.

Why should I stop? Why would I want to?

This pastel orange hair, thin and light, slips through my fingers, I don't pull it, but I want to so badly. Since he started kissing me, he doesn't leave me for a second, however, he doesn't proceed with the talk, he waits patiently for my answer.

"Do you.... do you want me not to tempt my favorite member at all?" I say it under my breath, there is still the door open.

Maybe I could have avoided saying it. I should have just remained silent, and that, for me, would have been enough because I would never have admitted it anyway. But in front of Lee Heeseung, this masterpiece of a human being in every respect except just the human one I guess (but still less than Sunghoon! Much less!), I lose. I just lose.

How can he act surprised? Why does he waste his time deluding me?

"Did you..."

"Let's forget it."

"Why didn't you do it earlier?" He asks me, all of a sudden angry, a little funny though.

"Do what?"

"Tell me." He whispers.

"What does it matter, after all?" I ask, with a slightly undone smile.

He doesn't answer, rightly so, not that I expected anything else. At this point he is no longer kissing me, he has pulled away and sighs in frustration. What's wrong with him? What am I supposed to do? Try to console him gently?"

"You are... a mess." He tells me.

I become stiff, surprised but also hurt. I know I'm a disaster Heeseung, I know it's a disaster to be here, but my reputation is now completely compromised, the eight of us would have nothing to do in the future anyway, and I'll be taking off a big debt, it's okay, I've already accepted it.

I'm the one with the most regrets as of now, I assure you.

"I'm sorry." I reply, not sure why.

He turns around, looking at me interdicted. "Why do you apologize? Why don't you get angry like you do with Sunghoon?" He asks, after finally closing the damn door.

I sigh relieved. "What are you talking about? Do you want me to treat you like I treat him?"

Really, I don't understand him tonight. He's strange, he's confused, he doesn't even know what he's doing. He wants to fuck me, but also insults me, then gets offended if I get hurt and tells me to fight back!

"Heeseung, what is it?" I ask him surprisingly naturally.

He sighs. "We have to play." Why is he so heartbroken as he says this? What, he doesn't like me but wants to take advantage of his turn? Is it like something like this?

"To what?"

"You know? I can do a lot of magic tricks, unfortunately I'm also good at it." He tells me expressionless.

I smile because it's strangely awkward and cute to say something like that at such a time. He looks at me in annoyance, and it's still cute. I see him pull something out of his pocket, then he asks me to turn around.

"What is it? Will you blindfold me?"

"I know you want to watch, since this is the first time with me, but this is essential for it to happen - he says after stop him for several seconds - the.... magic."

"Am I scared?"

"I hope not."

I let him put on the mask, all right, let's see what kind of magic Heeseung has in store for me. After putting it on, positioned behind me, he starts kissing my neck, touching my hips, squeezing them.

I can smell his shampoo and the smell of his cologne mixing beautifully as he moves my hair with his chin, caressing the nape of my neck with his lips and then biting it.

"Are you still scared?"

"I guess not."

He steps in front of me, I can tell he is removing his shirt, I desperately want to see but I am motionless in front of him, even a little embarrassed. He lifts my mask, looking me in the eye.

"Be very careful." He says and then kisses me, holding my face with his big hand.

The way he uses his tongue, the way he uses it so much when he kisses, pulling it away to make me want it before he puts it back in, makes me feel really depraved. I want him to be even more disgusting, even dirtier.

I could really let him do what he wants if he asked me right now. And he's just kissing me.

I can't resist, I'm really too excited, I don't think before I put my hand between my thighs. Oh god, that feels so good. I don't want to, I can't touch him, I have no right to, that's why I can only help myself.

I already feel submissive to him, I just want him to use me.

Heeseung puts his thumb along my tongue, forcing me to pull it out of my mouth, then he looks at me with subles eyes.

"You really are a little bitch..." He sighs.

What a shame, what a shame, but.... Heeseung pushes his hand on mine, moving it more intensely, faster, as he continues to kiss me, I am really too excited and I think it is also the booze's fault, it always does that to me. Maybe I'm not completely sober, actually.

"You really are the worst." He tells me, lowering the mask again and then biting my earlobe.

I can't see anything anymore, his naked chest is a distant memory, yet I could observe him until a few seconds ago. I don't understand anything, I just know I want more. I tie my arms around his neck, he holds me by the hips, I get shivers.

We're going down for real now, Heeseung and I, there's no way I can regret it or deny him. I feel really close to him, and although I recognize they are only fantasies, I can only exploit them as long as I am allowed to.

I want to be close to him, I want to him keep touching myself, and I want to be able to do it too. Tonight I will experience probably my greatest desire, I just have to think about enjoying it.

I realize only now that it will hurt more afterwards than other times. There is something strange and morbid that binds me to him and this only becomes clear to me now.

If I rejected him today, it was because I was shaken, because... I was protecting myself. I don't know if I can fuck Heeseung and also remain mentally lucid for the rest of my stay here, but at this point... I'm not going back. What's the point?

It's over now.

Even the TXTs know that I am a host, any remote possibility has vanished for good. I just have to let myself sink into Heeseung, I can accept it as compensation, let's say.

By now his hand has taken over, he is practically masturbating me while I continue to moan, clinging with my palms on his broad shoulders.

Now that I can't see him, but only sense him through touch, it feels like a mountain in front of me.

I am not so petite, but using my palms to explore his bare, smooth skin, I realize that perhaps, unintentionally, I underestimated his body by having it all the time in front of me, even uncovered!

Emotions soiled moments that could have been different. We could have fucked right from the start.

"Tell me you only like me." He orders me, as he continues to pleasure me with his fingers, now inside me.

It is complicated for me to talk, but I will do whatever he wants tonight. "Only you, since always."

"Really?" He asks and I can't tell if it's part of the game or he's really surprised.

I'm enjoying it too much to think clearly anyway. "Yes - I say, opening my mouth and making a sharp sound as I tighten my fingers on his shoulders. - Only you."

"Have you ... ever touched yourself, thinking of me?"

What is he saying? I keep panting but try to modulate my voice; I'm a little upset by this question. I don't want to answer or lie, but I find it deeply wrong that this could have happened (did happen).

"He-Heeseung..." I gasp, tired.

He begins to shake his hands inside my pussy, I can hardly stand. "Say it." He says, serious.

"No."

Silence, what is it maybe he thinks I might be sincere? Isn't it obvious that I'm lying?

"In my opinion you do." He says this stealing yet another kiss from me, wishing he would never break away.

"Don't... are questions to ask. It's private." I explain.

Heeseung takes me by the hips again, making me turn away and stand behind me again. He touches my breasts, then my buttocks, then pushes his erection against my ass.

"If it's true that you've always liked me, you should have no problem." He whispers in my ear as I notice as a shift of air inside the room, something imperceptible but I notice all the same.

Something has moved in the room, but it cannot be an object, so is it a person? I didn't hear the sound of the door opening, and Heeseung would have certainly chased away anyone who came in, so what's going on?

"Problem with what?" I ask as I feel him grasp my cleavage with his fingers, not a gentle touch. He grabs me tightly.

"With magic."

"What you are talking about?"

He doesn't answer, in fact, holding me by my dress he seems to twirl me slightly, but I don't understand why.

"This though, I'll take it off you." He says, before ripping it in two without even asking me! Is he crazy? It cost me like $30, and I'm poor!

Then he pushes me on the bed, but he just wants me to kneel on it, because with his thumbs and forefingers he has me by the nipples, it hurts, but I really like it.

"Ah..." I sigh, sore, he squeezes harder and harder, and I keep getting wetter and wetter.

"Does it hurt?"

"A-A... little." I admit quietly and hear sighing.

It wasn't Heeseung's sigh, it's too close, I would have heard it. Could I have imagined it because of excitement? I have to calm down.

"Just a little?" He asks, in that sweet, young, sadistic voice of his.

He squeezes even harder, and I feel an electric shock throughout my body. The fact that he does this likes me. "Ah!"

He bites my neck, hard, I can feel his teeth poking into my skin. "You understand that, don't you? That's how I touch you."

No, I don't understand. What does that mean? Does he want to hurt me or something? I'm not sure I'd back off..... but it would be nice to know first.

He kisses me where he bit, is healing, holding me by the waist, helping me bend at 90 degrees. He remains several seconds silent, I imagine he's watching me under the chandelier light, wondering if I'm shaved properly and what he's thinking. What if he notices that I'm no big deal and changes his mind? That would be devastating for me.

"Heese..." I try to say, to see if he's still with me, but responding for him, his cock penetrating deep from the start, I open my mouth surprised, emitting a moan.

"Yes?" He asks, holding me by the hip with one hand but massaging my buttocks with the other, as if nothing was wrong.

"When does... ah.. magic start? What is...this magic?"

"It has already begun." He sighs, displeased or perhaps offended.

I don't understand. He gasps under his breath as he starts going faster, I can't avoid it either. I can't fathom the size but if I feel him so deep inside me so normal he must not be.

I'm exhausted and we're just getting started. He pierces me, I don't even try to hide my moans, at best I limit them.

"Ah... Heeseung..." I pant again, surrendering to these wonderful sensations. It feels good, even if it makes me nervous not to see anything.

"Do you like it, little bitch? - He asks, leaving me pleasantly puzzled. - Maybe you like it a little too much." He says.

I love the way her sweet tone clashes with her language. It is perverse, strangely perverse.

So he spanks me, moaning in pain, surprised. He says nothing but just keeps fucking me as he gets harder and swollen, settling stroke after stroke inside me.

I hear sighing again, I didn't imagine it, this time I hear it perfectly.

"Amanda - calls me Heeseung - the mask.... you must never take it off."

"W-Why?" It's hard to talk as he goes on, how does he stay so calm?

"Will you?"

I don't answer right away, honestly I'm not very convinced, but I can't, I mustn't lose this intimacy by insinuating discomfort. I know it's not done, I know it's wrong, I know I should say no.. but he is Lee fucking Heeseung.

"Should I? I will if you ask me."

This time he's the one who doesn't answer right away, who knows what he's thinking and who knows why he doesn't stop for a second to fucking me. My legs are already trembling, I guess also from thrill.

"Don't... don't say that." He answers me, and I don't quite understand this response at the moment.

Someone is stroking my face, my hair, I shudder. Heeseung continues to fuck me from behind and I'm practically helpless, but I want to snap and take off my mask, even though I'd end up falling on my face, since I'm leaning on both hands and Heeseung's strokes don't allow me to hold on with just one hand.

"Heeseung! - I can call him, but just because of that he increases the pace even further, pulling me toward him from the hips and making it my whole body to let him in. - He...Hes..." I can't speak, it's magnificent.

Someone gets on the bed, it's obvious, I can feel the mattress tilting toward him but I'm in no condition to make any movement, it's Heeseung who sets the pace for my body. Heeseung helps me lift my shoulders even though he does so by holding me by the neck.

At this point, while he is still inside, I am up on the bed, though on my knees. I feel him enter me all the way to the stern, and I know it's creepy to say but he seems to be impaling me and my clear humors make the entry easier and easier so he can go deeper.

The hand that was stroking me, but had to stop when Heeseung pulled me to himself, moves my hair again.

Basically, Heeseung holds me by the throat, while the person in front of me (who in theory I don't know who is, but in practice an idea I would have), elegantly, pulls my hair aside, gathering it behind my ear, but then his fingertips slide down my face. He touches my nose, my lips, then with his other hand grabs my free wrist.

That's right, I'm free! Why can't I move anyway? Maybe it's because Heeseung is too inside and any movement now would make me wince in pain, but I love it, I love it to death.

"Wh...who...ar..." No, I just can't speak.

"I am Heeseung." Sunghoon answers.

Really? I would recognize his voice among a thousand, with what courage...ah...I deconcentrate, I don't reflect, Heeseung doesn't leave me time.

"W...wh...hat...."

He moved my hand to his crotch, it's swollen, it's big--I don't know if it's the pants, but I feel like I'm touching something really hard. How gross.

"Heeseung!" I can finally pronounce, but I'm not even able to close my mouth.

I don't understand, didn't he say he would never sleep with me? Has he already changed his mind? And why am I sad that Heeseung let him?

"There's the magic." He says again, I know, it's certainly Sunghoon.

"N...I don't...wa..." I try to say, trying to move my hand but it's no use. He pushes it harder, I can catch the bump with my full palm.

"You don't want to?" He asks quickly, Heeseung. His tone is alarmed.

Has he... betrayed me? No, we don't have that relationship.

However--if you let him do this to me, will you tell him everything else as well? And what does it matter right now? The worst thing, and the best thing, is that they are really fucking me together. If he's okay with it, why should I be the one to pull back?

But... he is Sunghoon, this is... Sunghoon's cock, under my palm, because in the meantime he has unzipped his fly and allowed me to touch him from above his underwear.

"W...why..."

If my mind is focused on the person in front of me, my body follows the rhythm of Heeseung's. The parts of me are disconnected, but they reconnect at the height of their cocks.

It is a terrible situation, and it is only the beginning, why am I so happy? I hate Sunghoon, I... I thought I could be alone with Heeseung.

"Don't you want to?" He asks again, close to my ear, and perhaps because of my panting, the person in front of me cannot hear.

"How... did you...ah! - I groan, feeling him enter more forcefully as I begin to speak. - Wh...Whit.. him..."

I don't have time to figure out if Heeseung has understood what I said, that the second Heeseung sticks my hand inside his boxers, and it's dry, hard, really hard. At the same time he kisses my neck, and it doesn't make any sense, I can smell Sunghoon's scent perfectly.

"Y-You suck!" I tell him, trying to pull away.

I hear him laugh, I amusing him. "Why?" He asks, holding my face still with his large hand.

Heeseung is exhausted, practically throwing me on the bed, breaking the contact between Sunghoon and me, luckily I don't hit my head but I guess he considered it. Breathing heavily, I can't see them but I get the impression that they are watching each other, or worse yet, watching me.

I feel like sitting up and going to lift my mask but I don't have the time because both wrists are being blocked by someone. Judging by the scent, it's Sunghoon.

"Do you like magic?" Heeseung asks, I hearing him far away.

"Really? With Sunghoon? Couldn't you ask Jake?" I rant, coming to my senses all of a sudden.

"Didn't I ask you if you wanted to continue? - Sighs the boy, seeming to approach the bed. - And does it sound like I asked anyway? Do you really think it was my idea?"

"Didn't you perhaps agree?" I immediately ask.

He shushes.

"Sunghoon? I am Heeseung." I hear him laughing, the bastard, holding me down as I am completely naked under him.

"Don't fuck with me!" I retort, garrulous.

"Then say you don't want to, it's your last chance. " Heeseung says this as if it were an ultimatum, and maybe it really is.

He seems to have reluctantly agreed -- but he has agreed, so it means they are more friends after all than it seems. Why should I refuse, then?

For him I was someone to share, then I will take from both of them. There is always a glass half full somewhere.

But then why am I sad?

I guess this is the first of many disappointments I should expect from him.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask.

He doesn't answer.

"No, I don't want to." Sunghoon does for him.

"What... You can't be serious! Do you remember what you said on the balcony like a few hours ago?"

"No, because I am Heeseung." He repeats, amused, as he has managed to lock both my wrists above my head, holding them only with one hand.

Sunghoon slips two fingers inside me; I'm already profusely moist, but they still do their fucking dirty work. I groan shyly not out of flirtatiousness, but because I really am embarrassed knowing he is watching me enjoy myself. Not Sunghoon, not him. Why am I not refusing to continue, though? Heeseung has asked me so many times.

Anyway, while the ice prince is holding me down, Heeseung is fiddling with something in his hands. Do you want to see that Sunghoon is holding my hands because the other one wants to tie them?

In spite of this, the minor's fingers do not stop, he never loses concentration but prevents me from maintaining it, while Heeseung is evidently tying my wrists. I was right.

"Stop! - I say, gasping. Sunghoon doesn't stop. - W-What are... ah... you doing?" I ask, but my voice comes out as high-pitched as a child's, and it's because of him that he gradually but rapidly increases the rhythm.

"You could have run away, but you stayed." Heeseung replies, sighing and tying the rope tightly.

Now I am seriously helpless, now I can neither see nor move. I am completely theirs, whatever they want to do to me, but that doesn't scare me (and it does) and I keep moaning until I lose my breath.

"You must really like Heeseung, since you even want two of him to fuck you." Says the other, after slipping his fingers out. I feel like he's licking them, but I don't see it.

"You're a coward."

He replies simply laughing, it's over.

I am grabbed by the hair, dragged to the edge of the bed to which I crawl with my hands tied in front of me. He doesn't hold me too tightly but it hurts a little, which makes my reactions more sincere.

If I look scared, it is because I am. If I look horny, it is because I am. Between my legs flows a pleasure I have never felt before, a pleasure offered to me not simply by as many as two, but what, people.

I am shallow, I am fine with that too.

On my left cheek rests human meat, thick, warm. A few seconds later the same sensation is repeated, I have two olympic rods resting on my face and practically covering almost its entire length. I guess it's just a bad taste dream, but not a bad dream.

He grabs me by the hair, the one on my left, but now I couldn't tell who it is. Being as brusque as the one who dragged me, I could think of Heeseung, but of Sunghoon I don't know, it could be the same.

He pushes his flat pubes against my face, which is literally obscured by their increasingly hard intimacies, one wetter than the other for obvious reasons, the one on the left for that matter. They rub them, forcing my lips to rest on them, but I don't really resist much.

I am tired because Heeseung has already given me an intense orgasm, and then Sunghoon, too, with his fingers, I am exhausted. What's the use of fighting anymore?

Have I ever wanted to fight?

First I am directed to the left, my mouth automatically opening to allow his cock to go in, as far as he wants.

"Maybe the ropes should come off." Sunghoon says, probably annoyed that he can't use my hands to masturbate.

"No need." Heeseung replies confidently.

His voice comes from the left, he is sure.

He facilitates my movement by pushing my head, even though he is about to choke me. I can hear his involved and enjoyful breathing as I take it in deeper and deeper, though really, I can't breathe.

It takes Sunghoon to pull me away, as Heeseung hardly notices. Violent the boy, eh? But Sunghoon certainly didn't help me out of kindness so much as because now it's time to make him enjoy.

Now, though inaccurately, I can make out something of the size and shape. Although they seem to me to be of a similar length, while Heeseung's maintains the same circumference from base to tip, Sunghoon's has a really thick tip, while the base is thinner, but only compared to the tip.

I could be wrong, of course.

"Oh, shit." Moans Sunghoon, who has put it all the way into me, all almost even his balls.

I try to wriggle out of it, unlike when Heeseung was doing it, I don't intend to choke at all for Sunghoon, and seeing how fast he's slamming into my mouth and throat, so excited is he, I seriously fear for my life.

I will admit, though, that hearing his voice panting because of me, after all he has said and did, makes me uncontrollably proud.

Proud of what then? Like it's worth it.

"Go slow." Heeseung seems to push him, and he actually pulls away from me.

"Don't push me - he says, in a really annoyed tone. - Okay, then you take it from here." He tells him, lowering himself slightly to pick me up.

What does he do? Where is he taking me? Help, I feel like I'm flying!

"Why don't you untie me? I won't take off the mask! Really!" I try to be convincing, but naked, blindfolded and tied up, it seems hard for them to find me believable.

Sunghoon throws me down, on the bed, now I'm on my stomach again, I can only cross my legs, bringing my knees together, trying to hide my pussy - who knows what the point is, then, at this point.

"If I untie you, the magic ends." Sunghoon replies.

Heeseung lets out an annoyed snort. "You really wouldn't take it off?"

I don't answer, surprised at the question.

No, but what qualms do I have when he was the one who sold me first?

"No."

"It was obvious you were enjoying it." Sunghoon comments, grabbing my legs and opening them forcefully. How shameful.

"Really, I won't take it off, but free my fucking hands." I plead with him (I don't), appealing to his common sense.

"Then what would be the point of untying you?" He replies, the bastard.

What do you want from me, Heeseung?

What does that mean? That I should take off my mask? And for what, to expose your friend, who you helped and brought into this situation?

If you really loved your fans now you wouldn't play with my heart.

This was our first night, but now Sunghoon just stuck his cock in me and it feels huge, maybe because my pussy is irritated from too many of Heeseung's strokes. Hoon has put his palms on my flat belly. He grabs me by the narrow waist, as opposed to my wider hips; I feel tiny little when I'm not.

"Ah!" I exclaim, surprised.

"You slut." It reminds me of Heeseung, and that turns me on even more.

Am I a slut? All right, then let's make there a reason to be called that. Sunghoon has already started fucking me, he's quieter than Heeseung and I sorry for this, but right now my target is him, who feels entitled to judge me when what's happening is only his fault.

I open my mouth, stick my tongue out. I want it, I don't care.

"W-what are you doing?" Heeseung asks me, stupidly surprised.

"The slut - I say, but just then Sunghoon sinks his fingers further into my upper abdomen, pushing my body against his cock. - Ah...Ah! A-As you say!"

He doesn't respond right away; I can't imagine his expression. "Gross." He then says, climbing onto the bed and straddling my face, I feel the warmth of his body tickling my neck.

He says so but wasted no time in filling my mouth again. His cock is so much-long, paying attention to it. In this position I feel it even longer.

Gross? I'm the one to say it!

In fact, speaking of which, after tonight in Heeseung's room I don't even sleep there anymore. He stabbed me and sold me, gave me to Sunghoon of all people, I'm sure it's him, I don't have the slightest doubt. It is so obvious.

It's not okay for him to I think, reflect, he has to fuck me faster, unhinging every structure in my mind, invading it with pure pleasure, like his cock inside me.

"Ah!" I groan, with my mouth open.

Heeseung stops his pelvis, perhaps worried, seeming to remain a few seconds still as opposed to Sunghoon.

"Are you okay?" He asks, pulling it out with his hand.

But my mouth still cannot close, because the prince does not stop for a second. "A...Ah....He....he...Hees-seung-ah!"

But what do I do? Do I call out his name while I'm enjoying myself for someone else?

It feels wrong, but it turns me on like crazy. This way I could try to make Heeseung feel guilty, and make Sunghoon angry, I see no downside.

Am I playing with fire? Definitely.

"Amanda..." Heeseung whispers, surprised, but I get the impression that Sunghoon heard the same, which is why he pulls me slightly, making himself more comfortable.

"How can you ... be so tight ... anyway?" Sunghoon asks, struggling, continuing to push.

It seems that the fool, in fact, didn't notice anything.

He was just thinking about fucking hard, okay.

"Shit." Heeseung curses, seeming to turn away because I sense the air shifting, but maybe not.

I'm all spasm, still clinging with both hands tied to the sheet, Sunghoon doesn't intend to slow down, and maybe, just maybe, that might be understandable.

After all, he wanted this, too, but he denied it and has tormented me until now just because-he wanted me? But him? Him who dating the most beautiful girl in the world, almost?

I don't know what's going on, all I know is that Heeseung walked away from me, silently, leaving me in the hands of this brute who literally grabbed me by the hips, to lift me completely.

Oh my God?

I'm forced to put my arms, remember as always tied, on his shoulders, and it's as if I'm literally tied to his body, since I have nowhere else to put my hands, but that's not this the problem!

The problem is that, now, I'm basically in Sunghoon's arms. I know it's him because he didn't even pull his dick out as he lifted me up, so I'm completely wet, but that's not enough for him.

He has wide hands, tapered fingers, which is why he can hold me up so well by my buttocks, managing to lift my body in rhythm with the strokes. Of course, to be big is big - I mean him! His body!

But not only that, though, here.

Fuck, I just don't think straight anymore. Why does he never stop? Why does he go on? Why do I like it so much? After all, he is still Sunghoon.

In all this, where did Heeseung go?

"You like it, don't you?" He asks, he is amused and has a calm tone, but how does he do it?

"I...I hate you." I manage to say, with tight lips, before indulging in yet another moan.

I feel so full, filled completely by his cock as it quickly slips out and into me. It is natural for me to tighten my pussy muscles but this has exactly the opposite effect to the one I hoped for.

I hear Sunghoon moan, it's horribly wonderful.

"Stop... I'm... - Am I mistaken or is he finally having trouble talking too? I'm squeezing too hard, I think. - Stop..." He's holding back, I'd pay to see his expression now but damn it I can't!

Do I want see him cum? Should I keep squeezing, or should... I let him continue? Either way, it sounds tempting.

"I said - he says under his breath as he approaches my face, and I can tell because his forehead touches mine - stop..."

His tone is serious, he is annoyed, yet I'm sure his lips are close to mine, I can feel his breath on my mouth, I can even feel him barely touch me with his lips, but he doesn't kiss me.

"I said.... - I gasp, tired, as through it all he continues to fuck me, at his own pace (a little slower) - Y-You sucks..."

"Why? What did I do to you?" He asks me in a whisper.

"Do...do have the...dare..." Oh no, he started again, just rested 20 seconds but already resumed making me jump abruptly on his cock.

"I am Heeseung." He replies.

But who is he trying to convince? Himself?

"Y...you...are..."

"Heeseung."

"Sungh-" I can't say it, because at this very moment, he decides, without asking permission at all, to empty his cum into me.

He did. For real. Before Heeseung. How dare he!!!

I am shocked, after like fifteen seconds of him cumming, because for this amount of time too tired, I simply collapsed on his shoulder. He doesn't throw me on the bed like I thought he would, even after he pulls his cock out of me.

He is...holding me? Am I wrong, or is he hugging me? Does he let me curl up on his shoulder? Why am I paralyzed?

Nevertheless, his now calmer breathing calms me. No, this is not how it should be, where the fuck is Heeseung?

"What the..." He asks, matter-of-factly. He seems to have just returned, but where had he gone?

Sunghoon grabs me with more confidence, I look like a little monkey. "What?"

The two exchange these short sentences, but then they say nothing else, and I don't understand. Seriously, what's going on? Are they perhaps using lip service to communicate? Even if I wanted to try to find out by touching Sunghoon's mouth, I'm still tied up.

Sunghoon chuckles, Heeseung does not. However, however, the latter positions himself behind me, in theory -- now Sunghoon should put me down and leave me to the shift owner, right?

Why does it seem obvious to me that it will not go like this?

"No!"-I shout, wiggling all of a sudden. - Don't think about it!" I say menacingly.

Heeseung quells my uneasiness by putting both hands on my shoulders and pressing down, as in a massage, only much more violently. Meanwhile he rests his face on my neck, biting it.

"To what?" He asks with great nonchalance.

"B-B... - OH NO, I'm at a loss for words, I'm ashamed to say it out loud, I'm also ashamed because in my current situation, it's not certain that they will believe me, or even listen to me, but this way... the situation would be conpllicated. - Behind..."

"Behind?" Sunghoon, who now shares my weight with the friend who helps him hold me up by one thigh, asks interestedly.

"Behind...no..."

A tiny voice comes out of me, a really childish voice, I don't do it on purpose, it's embarrassment. Am I really that shy in front of them? It doesn't make any sense.

The boy behind me slides his hand down to the joint of my buttocks, he is not afraid, but I am. He pushes a finger against my opening and I petrify, because I can't escape.

"Why?" He asks, his lips resting against my ear.

Sunghoon also approaches, kissing my neck but on the other side, how dare he? "I-I just say no!" I repeat, totally unprepared.

I'll be honest, it's like I'm a virgin. A few guys, when I was younger and inexperienced, tried to convince me to walk through that door but after trying a few times I threw in the towel. After three or four failed attempts, with different partners, I realized I didn't want to do it and wouldn't even consider it as an option.

It's okay that I'm involved, it's okay that I realize it's hard to say no to these two, but... I'm going to stick with my idea. That area is off limits.

"Don't tell me..." Sunghoon begins, in a truly surprised tone.

I don't respond. Honestly, it would be better to lie and say that yes, I tried it but didn't like it, but the truth is that I can't really say I tried it. The ones I experienced were clumsy attempts and ended up not even getting the head of the cock in because I interrupted them first.

Anyway, I don't think they will believe my silence. But why lie? Why say I did it if I didn't?

"Are you an anal virgin?" Heeseung asks even more shocked.

"Please." Comments the other.

"I said no." I conclude, however, by not answering the question directly.

"All right, you said no - Heeseung tells me, pushing his pelvis against my back, as if to make himself more comfortable. - So, I won't do it today."

I never said he can in the future.

"So..." I start to say, but he doesn't give me time to finish the sentence as he thrusts it into me, I groan in surprise.

Sunghoon moves one hand to catch his cock, I still can't fall down because Heeseung holds me too, and, guess what? He puts it in, too.

I scream, I really do. I think they heard me downstairs, too.

It wasn't a scream of pain. I mean, a little bit, yes, but not that much. This is the first time this has happened-this is the first time two guys have fucked me from my pussy! Yes, it hurts, actually not really pain as much as a strong burning and a feeling of boundless openness, we could say. It's wonderful, but terrible.

"W...Wha..." I ask, in my own way, but they have begun to move, strangely slowly.

"Not today." They whisper for some absurd reason simultaneously, one in my ear and one in the other.

"You're.... kidding! Fuck!" I moan, breathing deeply.

They are both moving their cocks inside me, I can feel their every movement even in the chaos that is happening inside my head and in my belly.

Heeseung bites my earlobe, it is as violent as ever, but pushed to the right spot. Sunghoon kisses my neck, licks it, sucks it. Their concentrated breaths sound like melodies to me, though unfortunately my not being able to fully contain my voice ends up partly hiding them.

I enjoy my moment of non-lucidity to say that I... simply.. won, tonight.

I don't care about anything, neither that Sunghoon is in front of me, nor that Heeseung allowed him to be there. I'm too involved, lascivious, given over to pleasure and flesh, their flesh, that I want to touch, squeeze, lick (I admit).

How does...also... Sunghoon get hard again? And Heeseung not already cumming, after all the time he fucked me before? Who cares. As long as I can enjoy in this artificial paradise, I won't ask myself any more questions.

"Fuck...fuck..." Heeseung repeats, what a wonderful voice, and who knows what eyes, what expression he's making now.

"So... - tries to speak the other, calm as the sea in August - you're a virgin in this way. So you're not..."

"Exactly the slut I thought." The older man concludes the sentence.

He keeps talking to me like this, and I swear, I can't. As if I wasn't enjoying it enough already.

Ah, straight men and their pathetic superstructures.

"I a...am instead." I answer, with difficulty.

Heeseung pushes him hard, firmly, into me. "Oh yeah?"

"Tha...thank t.. to you." I remind him, too.

He's the one who led me here, he acted like an animal but I will too, because I am, because we are. I won't make a big deal out of it because at least I can actually be a collaborator: functional and productive!

That's what he told me to do tonight, even though he said it between the lines.

He doesn't respond, even loses power and I can tell because he almost stops. Sunghoon must be surprised as well, but no, he does not stop, on the contrary he grabs my face and turns it toward him.

"Are you done.. talking? - He asks me, tightening his fingers, then grabbing my thigh better, he starts to deliver harder and harder blows and I can't hold back, the gasps are loud and well audible. - Be quiet now."

Heeseung doesn't seem to mind as he puts a hand around my neck, pushing me against his chest, I can rest the back of my head on his shoulder. "I made a mistake." He tells me under breath.

"A mistake?" Oh fuck, I'm not thinking straight anymore. Now the doe-eyed boy is fucking fast too, fucking fast and fucking thrusting as he squeezes hard on my neck.

"Fuck." He moans in an extremely sensual tone.

Sunghoon breathes deeper. "Not today." He remembers, for some strange reason.

Then both of them, almost at the same time, cum inside me and I am simply distracted. I have no control over my tired body, used and worn as an object at their disposal.

But I cannot resist, nor do I want to.

If on my left I feel Heeseung's breath, fresh and sensual, on my right I have Sunghoon's, who is trying hard not to moan too much.

I don't understand how they keep moving, though, despite coming, again.

"Fuck - gasps the younger one, moving inside my swollen pussy, from which cum spurts as they continue to thrust so deep - I'm hard again."

Again? Wouldn't that be, like, the third time for him? But Heeseung is hard too, I can feel it very well. By now I can't even tell how long it has been since they started fucking me, but even so, they offer me the added humiliation of continuing to fuck me while I am exhausted, defeated, in their arms.

They use me as long as their bodies will let them. Their cocks rub tightly inside me, despite their cumming, they still struggle to get it all in: this does not scare them, because they go beyond endurance by bashing my pussy shamelessly. They are opening me in two.

"I'm going to destroy your pussy, bitch." Heeseung whispers in my ear, biting it.

He groans contently. "You...you little slut..." Sunghoon joins in insulting me.

Why...do I like that?

I hear them make noises of complete concentration before Heeseung's fingernails sink into the skin of my thighs as Sunghoon gasps more intensely, the two of them cumming inside me again within a very few minutes.

My pussy is really wrecked, aching, dripping and dripping with their cum, so much of it between my thighs, inside my belly. I really feel like a slut and I feel anyway.... aroused, still, maybe even more than before.

After recovering from cumming, Heeseung laboriously lifts me from under his arms, canceling contact with Sunghoon by slipping his cock out of me, then he too comes out of me to put me down, I feel him nervously untie the ropes that have been tightened for too long around my wrists.

Am I free, am I really free?

I spontaneously hug Heeseung! Damn am I happy, however, a second later I realize I am raised on my legs without any support and literally end up on the ground.

My legs don't move and I feel like their cocks are still inside me, even though I know they are not. My inner thigh is covered with their semen spilling onto the floor.

One of them grabs me by the arms. Seeing how hard he squeezes his fingers, and how he throws me on the bed, I'd say it's Heeseung.

"Are you tired already?" Sighs Sunghoon, in a bored tone.

I swallow, I don't know if I can speak, my muscles are completely relaxed, I lie practically like a corpse as I try to think of how I could recover, physically and quickly.

"She's not that good, is she?" He asks again.

Heeseung doesn't answer right away, first taking my hips to lift me up so that I can be put in the most explicit position possible, that is, with my bottom raised in front of them.

Heeseung uses his thumb to spread my pussy from the labia majora, from which their cum flows faster.

"Wah." He comments, surprised, it must be really a lot.

"In my opinion, it's still not enough." Sunghoon wisely advises.

The only thing I can do now is to hide my face in my arms, curl in on myself, and repent. Repent bitterly for every single choice I made today.

I won't take off the mask this time just because I really don't want to see Sunghoon. I will imagine that I did it with Heeseung and his brother, but I cannot, now that I am slightly lucid, accept that I fucked Sunghoon, just with him!

Besides, now they know that I am anally virgin and the fact that they may have some kind of greater sympathy for me because of that makes me nervous.

I should have refused from the beginning.

But my body is lifeless now, I can only clutch at myself while the two of them probably look at me confused...I really don't know if I'm regretful, but I certainly feel great shame.

"Hey, do you think you're done?" Sunghoon asks me.

Heeseung sighs. "Shut up. Will you stop, Amanda?" Heeseung really spells my name wrong.

What good would it do to refuse me now, anyway? If it would take me back in time, I might even think about it, but at this point that I find myself full of their pleasure, is there anything I could fix? Not anymore.

I am sad, but there is no reason why I should.

I have to pull myself together, I'm pathetic right now. I have already hit rock bottom.

I lift myself up on my legs and my arms, even though I am stunned and staggering, crawl toward their voices.

"I-I'm sorry..." I say, under my breath, not sure where I'm looking.

I hear someone swallowing but I wouldn't know who it is. "W-Why?" Asks Heeseung.

I take a long, long breath, remaining silent for several seconds, then kneel on the bed. With my hands I pick up my breasts, squeezing them, then I lift my head and stick out my tongue.

More. Give me more.

That's what I'm thinking, nothing else. The smell in the air, the fragrance of their bodies between perfume, body creams, cologne, sweat, fills my nose, I really feel under a spell.

My body is sore but wants to go on. Then again, it moved automatically to go back to them - congratulations Amanda, good choice now that you are also free.

"Oh shit." I hear Sunghoon say, but Heeseung seems to reach past him to abruptly grab my hair from the nape of my neck.

He immediately thrusts it all the way into me, gasping when it is completely inside my throat. He doesn't waste a second, doesn't hold back, starts to abruptly fuck my mouth.

I have taken it so many times and so deep that I almost don't even have esophageal reflux anymore. Thank you... Heeseung? I would say thank you Enhypen. Hahahaha... it's tragicomic, absurd.

"Fuck, you're really... oh... - can't finish the sentence, too engrossed, as my lips end up kissing his pubes, so much goes down. - Oh fuck."

Sunghoon must not like being hands-on so he grabbed my hand to make me squeeze his cock. Oh man is he big.

As I move my hand to pleasure him, he uses his larger one to guide me. He squeezes it in an almost romantic way, even though he just wants to dictate his pace, however I am not completely immune to this almost holding hands.

Does this make sense? Certainly not, given everything he's done to me, and I'm not talking about bullying! I'm talking about the fact that I would have been pregnant twice, because of him, if I didn't use the pill-so why does it excite me if our hands touch? Hello? Hello? This is Sunghoon.

However.

Heeseung dazzled me, I was worried and worried about him, but then he immediately sold me. On the contrary, from Sunghoon's point of view, he wanted to buy me at all costs.

Am I fantasizing again?

Honestly, I am still sad about Heeseung. Too many emotions! Enough!

Let's focus, as much as possible, since Heeseung is clearly raping my mouth and throat, on what we are touching. It feels... good?

As I suspected, Sunghoon's cock at the base is tighter, but tight that I almost can't close my hand anyway, let's not talk about the top part that is unnaturally swollen and thicker. God, how I'd like to see that.

At one point, Heeseung being on the verge of cumming, he chokes me with both hands to take every last inch as he abruptly thrusts his pelvis toward my face, cumming again, this time in the back of my throat.

"Fuck...what a whore..." He gasps wearily, pulling it out.

I practically cling to Sunghoon's member as I cough and spit out what's left of Heeseung's cum, forgetting to keep moving my hand. Sunghoon then clutches my wrist, pushing it away, and while my mouth is still open, with Heeseung's drops of pleasure sliding down my sides, I get choked again by Sunghoon.

He thrusts his cock all the way in, using his hand to push the back of my neck, instead of clinging wildly to my hair like Heeseung.

"Swallow this too, whore." He tells me as he literally uses me to jerk off a few seconds before filling my esophagus and spraying his cum inside me for the fourth time.

After coming though, he still won't let go of me; he continues to keep his cock inside my mouth.

"Yes, I should make you choke - he tells me, startling me, under his breath, but then he pulls it out and it is completely covered with cum and saliva - but I will be good." He concludes, then rubs it all over my face, until he gets it into the mask.

He knows that this way I will be able to see him, and in fact, for very few moments, partly because I can't keep my eyes open as he literally rubs his cock all over it, filling my eyelashes with cum, I can spot not only his involved expression, not only his wonderful erotically parted full lips, not only his relaxed eyes, but also his broad shoulders, his chest, his collarbones. He is shirtless.

Shit, I got some in my eye! What a burning.

I don't make any cry of pain and he doesn't notice, so I can still observe with my good eye still fully impaled, I can see Heeseung looking at him with his arms folded, he's contrite and he's also beautiful as he bites his lip looking at us, like an envious child.

So cute...

"Yah! - He says to me, when I inadvertently cross his gaze with my eye, then pushes Sunghoon who by now was almost enjoying doing it. He puts my mask back on. - Don't look."

"No need - Sunghoon explains, moving the hand he has always held from my wrist, letting me rest it on his chest. I imagine I've just imploded. - You can touch anything you want."

Can I really? No, wait, I shouldn't want to.

I withdraw my hands, offended, and then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, gasping tiredly and with my throat clearly irritated. Damn but how much is there? And to say I swallowed a lot of it. And then how disgusting, I'm covered.... covered by Sunghoon.

"Have you... - I cough, it's all over me - are you done?"

"No." They answer in unison, very, very quickly.

"Again?" I ask, honestly surprised.

"I think we have a winner." Heeseung says.

"What?" Sunghoon asks.

"She knows."

A winner? You're not going to tell me-that she's really talking about-that stupid question she asked me today? About who was better? Are you kidding?

"Are you serious?" I don't believe it.

"Why?" He asks amused but uneasy.

"What are you talking about?" Sunghoon asks, annoyed.

"Heeseung knows." I reply fearlessly.

Too fearless, as Sunghoon grabs me by the cheeks with one hand, forcing me closer to him.

"Heeseung has forgotten, say it again."

"He would not forget it- I try to speak, though with my cheeks pressed I express myself very badly - him."

"Never mind - Heeseung says, removing his friend's hand. - Maybe, in fact, we should stop."

He changed his mind, huh? Yet his "no" before seemed much more spontaneous.

Sunghoon laughs. "No, the magic ends when the other Heeseung disappears." He replies, climbing onto the bed.

I'm forced to move but I don't have to do it alone, because Sunghoon's hands, along my body, guide me so that I'm on top of him, lying between my legs.

Wow, I can feel his still-hard cock throbbing on my exposed intimacy, now on top of his. "I'm not done yet." He says.

"But Heeseung has finished..." I try to say, not because I really want to dissuade him, I know what he's going to do and I don't think I'll run away, as much as to annoy him.

"Yah, it's late!" Heeseung complains, adorably, however, in the meantime he gets on the bed too.

Sunghoon does not listen to him because, taking me by the waist and pushing a palm on my back, he brings my chest closer to his face. Oh....... oh......

So this is how Sunghoon uses his tongue, the same way he is licking halos of my nipples. He goes around them quickly, he's not a biter, he sucks, oh fuck if he sucks.

Heeseung wants something too, so he twirls my head to kiss me. Oh, his kisses are full, slimy, really dirty, it violates me more his tongue in my mouth than Sunghoon's on my breasts, which he squeezes, lifts, massages, as he keeps sucking them.

Heeseung doesn't want to wait any longer, so he puts it in first. As he continues to kiss me, my back resembles a C. My neck stretches unnaturally to get a little more of the ace lips, the center, the most talented member, probably. At the same time, my uncovered breasts are greedily consumed by the purely erotic licks directed at them by Sunghoon, who surely felt no sentimental involvement whatsoever in this situation, unlike me. And then, between my legs, as Heeseung enters in and smashes through, stroke after stroke, the few remnants of my dignity, he thrusts his cock in again as does Sunghoon.

God, it's horribly magnificent but...they should stop, at this rate....

"Ah!"- I gasp, loudly, Sunghoon grabs the back of my head bringing me closer to his face, rests his forehead against mine again as he continues to thrust harder and harder on his erection again. As well as Heeseung's, which seems to be going harder than the first time, he also seems angrier as he grabs onto my shoulders to thrust, plowing into my pussy with more vigor. - Ah...Ah...it's...enough...." I say this in a whisper, but the boy in front of me can hear perfectly.

"Enough?" Sunghoon asks.

Heeseung grabs me by the hips, Seunhoon pulls me by the face. I know he wants to kiss me, I'm sure of it, because he keeps brushing his lips against mine--and yet....

No, he doesn't kiss me. Heeseung doesn't let him, pulling me closer to him, but I don't think he would have done it anyway. I'm okay with it.

I don't mind. I can have their bodies, but never again, in this life, their love.

In fact, I could have played it better, couldn't I?

Maybe they would have allowed me to stay even if I hadn't given myself to anyone-or would I?

Sunghoon bites with his lips in the center of my neck, while with his teeth, Heeseung bites the cartilage of my ear, massaging one of my breasts. I seem to be enveloped by hands, more than four, of eight.

I begin to blur the sensations.

"St...sto....stop..." I try to say, suddenly emotional. What the fuck is going on!

Heeseung stiffens, I can feel it, but he keeps moving slowly, Sunghoon doesn't seem to care. "Shut up, whore..."

I start to mumble, between moans, oh no, what the hell is wrong with me, really? I feel like crying. Not here, not now.

Heeseung is the first to do something, removing my mask but making sure that I rest the back of my head on his shoulder again, this way my gaze is turned toward the roof.

"It's okay." He whispers, suddenly clasping his hands on my shoulders.

Sunghoon also makes a really primal cry, sinking his fingers into the skin of my hips as he pushes me.

They have come again, together.

But is this normal? Does it work like friends who simultaneously menstruate?

I collapse onto Sunghoon's chest. Not because I want to, it is simply inevitable; I am too tired. My belly is in turmoil again, emotions mingling with the warmth our naked bodies give off, the atmosphere is still thick.

I feel like I've been running for hours, but I've done less than everyone I think.

Sunghoon is surprised, not expecting me to let go in his arms. He holds them wide, as if he doesn't even want to touch me now that I can see him.

When I lift my confused but angry gaze to him, Sunghoon sincerely assumes a worried expression, that's when he rests his palms on my hips.

"Are you okay?" He asks, leaving me devoid of that infamous anger I was talking about; I am unarmed.

This ... is Sunghoon's chest, and it is so... wide.

I try to get up, before I give up my dignity altogether, but I am weak and he resists, holding me close to him. I look at him again.

"Are you okay?"

"What's wrong?" Heeseung asks, taking me by the arm and forcing me to turn around.

Wow... Heeseung, with his hair wet with sweat, with his skin bristling... wow... his abdomen... even if it's not as defined as Sunghon's... that is... wow... it is so concrete, massive.

"Why are you crying!" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

Do I cry? But when do I ever? I resist the temptation. I touch my cheeks, confused, they're really wet.

So Sunghoon... Did he squeeze me for that reason? Do you want to see that he's the type who gets soft in front of crying girls? Oh, that's really cute though, isn't it?

Wait! I have to get up!

I try to force my legs apart as it all becomes more and more slippery because of their semen, and also my intimate humors let's face it, but after I get up I simply slump down on the bed, not on Sunghoon at least.

"W-What? No... what are you talking about?" I justify in a hushed voice, not having enough strength to even speak.

"The magic is over." Sighs Sunghoon, getting up and gathering his clothes.

Heeseung looks at him in silence, then looks away seemingly frustrated. "Now go."

The friend, however, takes his time getting dressed. I see him out of the corner of my eye.

Heeseung first thinks about putting one of his sweatshirts on me, surprising the younger man who sneers in amusement.

"What's there to hide now, hyung?" Does it remind him satisfied, the real Sunghoon and not the one who took pity on my tears, a momentary mask? Who knows.

"Go, Sunghoon." He repeats earnestly, Heeseung, also very different from the sex animal, literally, I saw tonight.

Before leaving he stares at me, I curled up by the pillows, covering myself and avoiding his gaze like the plague. "Good night Amanda, next time." He says to me, walking out.

I shiver, literally. Heeseung sits on the bed, putting his hands to his hair, perhaps just now realizing what just happened.

Yeah, Lee Heeseung, you're a pervert.

"Are you happy?" I ask softly, wryly, covering my face with my sweatshirt.

He doesn't answer right away. "You could have... refused."

"Why me? You're the one who arranged it."

"I asked you several times." He tries to retort but I can see him being unsure.

"Why did you do it?"

"For... - he seems to answer in a rush, then freezes - because I wanted to know if you were sure."

"I was hoping you felt guilty. - I admit, smiling, I'm being ridiculous right now. - Now that I hear it out loud, it's much more embarrassing."

I leave him speechless, it's obvious. I guess I'm just making trouble for him, after all, he just wanted to have fun with his friend, and that's what I came here to do, so what right do I have?

"Sorry. I won't talk like that again."

I immediately regret it, perhaps because, contrary to how I felt this afternoon, comfortable, humanly close to him, loving like a sincere fan, I seem to realize only now that I really am just a collaborator. Not a regular girl, not a fan.

"I.... I made a mistake - he surprises me, because I really didn't expect it - I thought that this way, I would solve things." Admits.

Some things to be solved? What is he saying?

"In the end, I created more problems than anything else."

"What are you talking about, Heeseung?"

"What do you think about Sunghoon? - He asks, quickly, as if he wanted to ask me from the start. - He fucks you well, doesn't he?"

"What.... are you serious?"

He blinks those wonderful almond-shaped eyes that he has, like a confused and clumsy fawn.

"Honestly, what's the difference?" I ask.

It's not that I don't want to answer; I would deny it regardless. Simply, what does he care?

"Don't trust him. He's good at what he does." He says, getting up and starting to walk nervously.

"What did you think you were solving by saying yes to him?"

"You've seen him, no? - He asks, concerned, as if he's not even listening to me. - He went crazy because of you."

What the... what is he going to say?

"Stay away from him."

"Why? - I feel more comfortable, but I continue to cover myself as I slowly move across the bed to get closer to the edge. - He's rich, handsome, famous. If he likes me, isn't that okay?"

"He's engaged! Remember him?"

"I would never aspire to be with him but I could become his luxury whore. Gifts and rough sex, that's not bad."

"Rough sex - he scoffs, indignant - you do it with me, at best."

"Really?" I ask surprised but also confused because I can't tell if he's joking.

"Wait, so you like Sunghoon? Even if you're in this situation, shouldn't you aspire to something better than a guy who cheats his girlfriend?" He asks, as if he really wants to reason with me for me to change my mind. How nice, but why is he doing this? He's just leading me on.

"You have a girl's picture in your nightstand too, you don't have sisters, do you?"

Oh, he's surprised. I caught him! But caught who? Lee Heeseung? The korean superstar? No, worldwide I would say. My head is spinning.

"How... Nothing to do with it, we're not together."

It literally hurts my heart to have this conversation because basically it's obvious that he's joking, I'm joking too, however, he does it in a strange way-he doesn't seem to be joking, he's really leading me on.

"Then should I bet on you? - I ask him, looking at him with tired eyes. Today's sessions are taking their toll. - Or should I simply not bet on anyone?"

"Can anyone know what you are saying?!" He blurts out suddenly, loudly, in the middle of the night.

I look at him, frowning but I think I also look very sleepy. "I thought it was a meaningless speech contest. - I embellish my tone slightly, pointing at him annoyed. - You started it!" I shout, tired and stressed.

I feel like crying again, but why did I raise my voice? I'm sorry, am I making a scene? Is it all my fault?

"Does it seem so meaningless that I worry about you?"

"Yes, because you don't even know me."

"You don't know me either but you are in love with me." He replies, the idiot.

How does he suddenly make the argument so ridiculous? The anxiety is gone and so are the tears, wow, thank goodness! Thank you Lee Heeseung for being so stupid.

"The truest thing about you is that you are an idiot, aren't you?" I ask, shocked.

"Or are you in love with Sunghoon?"

"Will you stop with that? I told you I like J- I paralyze myself, remembering that now it's like he's Ester's. He even drove her home-really-the two of them alone. Really Amanda? Is that the situation to get jealous? - Jungwon." I nod.

"Shit, I can't think about it - he tells me, backing away nervously - why didn't you refuse?!"

Again?

"Why do you insist? - I huff in stew, getting up and shrugging at him as I put on his silly, fragrant sweatshirt, smell like his skin, his hair, I like it. I sniff it surreptitiously for a second and then raise my head proudly. - It's your fault."

"I made a mistake, Amanda."

"What ar..."

"Seriously." He repeats interrupting me, serious.

I can't look away now that he's staring at me like that. "Why did I have to be the one to refuse?"

"Because you are my fan. You're the one who should only want me."

But...is this real reasoning? I mean, is it really what it sounds like? Do real people reason like this? Or even worse, do famous people reason like this?

"Are you serious?"

"I-I don't know! - Ah, he stutters when he's in trouble...seriously, I.... - But it would have been better."

"So it's just a game, right? - I ask him, smiling serenely as I stretch the collar of his sweatshirt over my lips. - You just want to win."

Why does he look sad? Lee Heeseung, the actor you are.

"I want it all and I want more than the others, yes."

"You want a real answer? I don't want to leave here." I remind him, by now, this doesn't even sound like a real conversation, it's like I'm dreaming.

"Wouldn't that be better?"

"What?"

"To have you sent away." He says, as if there is still hope for redemption.

I feel like laughing but restrain myself. "You say I can still get sent away, get a million to pay off the debt at best, or end up as a host for another band at worst, just so I can worship you?"

"Avoiding the bands option, well yes, it wouldn't go unnoticed." He replies confidently.

"Wow... you have surprisingly low standards."

"Maybe while you were getting lost watching Sunghoon, you forgot that in front of you is Lee Heeseung."

"Do I become your luxury whore? We can make a contract, if you pay me the debt we estimate timisticam-" he shushes me, kissing me.

Oh, he kisses me a lot, doesn't he? How I love these kisses of his.

"Oh yeah, and would you?"

"No... - I giggle tiredly and confusedly, hanging onto his shoulder and putting myself on my toes to get closer to his ear-because if I were that close to you, I couldn't worship you anymore. I can give up the idea of Sunghoon, but not the idea of Lee Heeseung."

Wasn't that the answer you wanted to hear, Lee Heeseung?

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