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spacegyaru · 2 days ago

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cw: reo mikage x sex worker! reader. all characters here are 21+. reader is 22 while reo is 26. reader is an orphan. there are mentions of dr*g use and debts. sex worker. strippers. clubs. there's also an eventual smut so minors, dni! i tried to depict the underground/world of sex work according to what i've seen in documentaries. i also tried my best to depict reo accurately but i might be somewhat ooc. also, i was listening to fine china and the other woman by lana del rey while writing this!

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you were a fallen angel�� someone who could never have salvation. you had already fallen in the depths of sin and could never be loved; that's what you've always thought— until you met reo mikage, the person who changed your perspective in love and life.

you grew up as an orphan who was never adopted. you stayed in the shelter for all the years of your life. you never knew what it felt like to be chosen. you felt like the world hated you for giving you to two irresponsible parents.

when you turned 18, you left the orphanage because you were too old already. the caretakers think that you can start living by yourself and looking for a job. you were so excited to finally go to the outside world. but you realized that reality isn't what it seemed.

it wasn't all rainbows and skittles like what the TVs showed. it felt bitter. it felt very tiring. you worked tirelessly day and night. at morning, you worked as a hotel staff. at night, you worked as a bar waitress. with no degree, you could hardly ever find a proper job. it's as if the orphanage threw you in the pits of the hell by asking you to join the ‘real world’.

due to the hardships of living and providing for yourself, you resulted into borrowing from loan sharks and private loaning services. it was already too late when you realized how much you're drowning in debt.

your debt was so big that an illegal loanshark started to threaten you that if you weren't able to pay them at least monthly, they would let you experience hell. you were so scared to death.

and because of that, you were forced to work in this industry. it's a very tough and unsafe job, but it kept you fed. you were able to pay for your debt monthly while still living in a decent one bedroom apartment. it's cramped. but it's better than the space you had in the past.

the club that you worked for is called a strip club. you guys are just asked to entertain guests. but under the table, you would also offer other party favors. and with all honesty, you couldn't take this type of job so before you perform, you would take illeg*l dr*gs to maintain your sanity and efficiency. to bend your moral compass while doing this type of job.

that's how you met him— reo mikage. it turns out that he was a regular in this bar. and also a vip member. given that he is a ceo of a huge company, he goes there to drink and relieve his mind.

reo mikage, the ceo of mikage corp, is known to be more of a watcher and observer. he doesn't indulge in the party favors that the girls would offer. your co-worker said that one time, a girl tried to do offer her by touching his thigh and doing some sexual addvances. after that, he threatened to call the cops on her for soliciting such services. the girl got fired after that.

so nobody tries to offer him some other services. everyone acknowledged the fact that he is just a watcher. why would he sully his body and reputation by availing such services from a sex worker?

you've always seen him, but you never talked to him. until one day, you were asked to come to the vip lounge and perform on their table… privately. your co-worker said that it takes a lot to get his trust, but if he starts liking you, you're gonna get an insane amount of tip from him.

but unlike the usual, instead of asking you to perform a dance for them, they want you to sing. you were shocked by the sudden request but you did it. after three songs, instead of asking you to go, they wanted your company more. so you stayed and talked to them. it seemed like reo liked the way you carried yourself.

well, reo was with his two friends— a white-haired one named nagi, and a redhead named chigiri. they were both shy, but reo was much more of a chatterbox and didn't seem to mind showing that to you.

since then, reo became a regular. instead of asking you to dance naked for them, he would ask you to sing, then you would talk to him for a while after. you started to learning that reo is actually an heir of a huge company. when you asked him why he frequented on these places instead of hanging out with other women of his status, he just shrugged both his shoulders, saying he finds no excitement in entertaining them. unlike in this type of place, not a lot of people knew about him. he's just a normal guy who tips a lot if you make him happy.

reo’s his visits became more often, and during his visits, he would give you lots of gifts and tip you more than enough. one time, he brought you a limited-edition luxury bag. you were shy and was hesitant to accept it, but he insisted. he said that you were his favorite girl— you actually made sense whenever he talked to you. you felt like human rather than a sex bot. you would tell him what you think, and you had the power to comfort him with your words.

during those visits, you were slowly falling in love with him. reo even paid extra and requested for the owner to never let you cater to anyone. when you told him you did dr*gs so you could handle the type of job you have, he was desperate to give you the help you need. this made you very happy, and your feelings deepened for him.

one day, it was his 27th birthday. instead of going to the bar like the regular he is, he asked you to join him in his private jet going to germany. you were hesitant and shy at first but eventually, you agreed. you accommodated him during the trip. and everything was paid for by him.

the same day of his birthday, reo asked you to be his girlfriend. it was in a simple garden, but he asked for nice catering. there was an orchestra playing while both of you enjoyed some champagne and steak.

during that night, you spent the most amazing time of your life. while you worked as a prostitute, you always refused to kiss your client no matter how much they offer. but tonight, you gave your first kisses to reo mikage— even your first french kiss, and your first time of making love— not just having sex for money, but this time, you were handled with love and passion.

the queen treatment you received from him was out of this world, even after the romantic trip. you still worked at the bar, but only catered to him. all of a sudden, loansharks stopped threatening you. it turns out that reo paid for everything. you even got into an argument with him over it, but he said that he insisted because he loves you.

reo's love felt like heaven to someone like you. you were spoiled rotten, went to luxurious trips with him, were always given the most expensive luxury bags, and you never had to worry about the bills cuz he got everything in his hands. he promised to take you out of this type of life that you have— until eight months later, he disappeared.

for the first time, reo did not come to the bar without telling you. you texted and called, but he stopped responding. he was never like this. it seemed that he disappeared into thin air, and it was driving you crazy.

after two weeks of breaking down, your colleagues and friends from the club asked you to watched the news. you were wondering, what were they so hysterical about? when you opened the tv, you felt your heart shattered into pieces.

you saw reo once again— but this time, the glow in his eyes disappeared. he wasn't wearing the smile he always wore when both of you were together.

the news headlines said ‘son of mikage corp engagement to another heiress from a multi billionaire company'. the girl looked so happy, but reo looked very distant. it's as if he left his heart somewhere else.

you gasped and broke down in tears as you watched everything unfolded right before your eyes. just like how other men treated you in the past, you were just someone to pass time with. you were never a lover.

and now, you're left alone again, with those broken promises he gave you.

a/n: sorry guys another angst shfhfjsksks i cant stop thinking about this while listening to lana del rey. if lana del rey didn't play in my spotify, i wouldn't even bother continuing writing this 😭🙏

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imean-iguess287 · 1 day ago

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Imagine you’re Nicky Hemmick.

You just became the guardian of two teenagers who have never been in a stable situation in their lives, despite the fact that you’re just barely out of your teens yourself. They’re both incredibly indifferent to you and don’t seem to realize the sacrifices you have to make everyday to give them a semblance of a home. But, honestly, you don’t care about that. You don’t care because they need you- they need the stability and support you can and will offer- whether they’re grateful or not. You have vowed to always be there for them, unconditionally- something you never had growing up the way you did.

One of the twins acknowledges you (in subtle ways, at the very least) but the other downright refuses to interact. He’s cold and distant and when you try to reach out to him, he lashes out. You try so hard to not take it personally, but it hurts. You see him make deals with people- deals to protect them, deals to keep them in his life- but he never even bothers with you. You assume he must not give a shit whether you’re there or not. Not for the first time, you question if you’re even helping. Maybe you’re making things worse. You don’t know- you’ve never been in this situation before.

And then you and your cousins are at a club. You’re at a club and some homophobic assholes try to attack you and, oh- this is familiar. Because you’ve been resented and bullied and hated for who you love your entire life.

But this is different, you quickly realize, because they’re drunk and angry and at least twice as big as you. You brace yourself for the inevitable, knowing your escape routes have been cut off. But the blows don’t come. Before they can reach you, you look up to see your cousin- the kid you practically adopted, the one who never so much as acknowledges your existence- shield you from your would-be attackers.

He fights like he cares and you finally understand that what you’re doing must mean something. You think you might even finally understand why he never felt the need to make a deal with you. Because maybe, just maybe, despite every evidence to the contrary, you’ve earned his trust.

#listen I just love Nicky #very underrated in my opinion #all for the game #andrew minyard #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #aftg #palmetto state foxes #the foxhole court

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gamesetattach · 3 days ago

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Crushing Feelings

Jannik Sinner x Reader Nothing like an unrequited crush being rubbed in your face all the fucking time to help you move on... said no one ever

When you first joined Jannik Sinner’s team, it was all business.

As a performance analyst, you were responsible for analyzing opponents, developing match plans, and ensuring Jannik had every tactical edge possible when he stepped onto the court. You had a knack for seeing patterns others didn’t, for noticing weaknesses that even the most seasoned strategists overlooked. You had quickly become an indispensable part of the team; the final, decisive piece—the last nail in the head keeping him pinned to the No. 1 spot.

It had been nearly a year now, and you were fully embedded into the tight-knit unit that traveled and trained with Jannik week in and week out. The team functioned like a family, moving like a well-oiled machine through the stacked tennis schedule. The older members—the coaches, the trainer, the physio—had easily adopted you into their dynamic, acting almost parental in the many moments between professionalism; they'd offer guidance, tease you good-naturedly, and make sure neither you or Jannik lost yourselves in the intensity of the tour.

But along with your developing relationship in the team came a growing problem: you were starting to fall in love with their golden boy.

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Jannik had been oblivious from the start.

It had started as a harmless attraction, because who didn't entertain their days with a little work crush. But somewhere along the line it had shifted into something deeper, and you couldn't be sure when. Maybe it had been the first time he actually laughed at one of your sarcastic remarks instead of just kind of blinking at you. Or maybe it was that first late-night strategy session, when you sat side by side reviewing footage for hours and he trusted every one of your calls without question. Or maybe—and most likely—it was just that he was Jannik. Kind, driven, determined, sweet Jannik.

The rest of the team picked up on your little thing for him pretty quickly.

Their teasing was subtle, but relentless, because how could they not take the bait, what with all the time you spent pining after him. Like when you lingered a little too long after practice, or when you went the extra mile to make sure his game plan was perfect, when your frustration at his losses held a little more emotion than it should have.

“Don’t watch him so hard, he’ll still need an analyst when he’s thirty,” Uli, his physio, had once told you after you’d spent an extra two, unnecessary hours analyzing a match tape. You didn't like the smirk on his face when he'd said it, and you avoided the knowing glint in his eyes.

Marco, his trainer, didn't bother with any allusions and would just go straight into it. "If I didn’t know better, which I don't, I’d say you were trying to impress him."

You had rolled your eyes, flipping through your notes. "Yeah, because nothing says ‘romance’ like match statistics."

You withstood their teasing with grace, knowing it was all in good jest and that Jannik would never catch on. Besides, you could hardly deny their claims. He had you incurably charmed, and it went beyond his dedication as a player or his support of your tactics. It was the small things—his deadpan, goofy humor that had you snorting into your drink at dinner, or his surprising ability to remember the smallest details about you, like knowing which of the tour's cities you most wanted to experience or even how you preferred your tea before bed.

The more you knew him, and the more he knew you, the more your feelings fortified. But then, throughout it all, there was Jannik himself: utterly clueless.

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When you first joined, Jannik had been in a long-term relationship. His then-girlfriend was present at the occasional tournament, and you had been nothing but professional. The crush had been minor back then, a non-issue really. Just a silly, rational admiration for the best player in the world. But a few months into your tenure, Jannik and his girlfriend broke up.

And something shifted soon after that.

You got closer, in a way that felt separate from your work. There were little moments that made you think that maybe—that just maybe—something could happen. The way he lingered after meetings, how he always found excuses to stay near you during travel, all the private jokes you had from the late night, plane conversations. It had been so easy to believe there might be something there. That he might feel the same.

And then he started dating another tennis player.

That one had been harder to stomach.

You had spent too much time with him by then, and often caught yourself daydreaming about things you shouldn’t. Seeing him in a new relationship, in such close and constant proximity, had been a slap of reality, forcing you to bury whatever flicker of hope you had allowed yourself to entertain.

So you buried your feelings, put on a brave face, and committed yourself to maintaining your friendship and professionalism without willing for something more.

But soon his latest relationship fizzled too, and Jannik was single yet again. Still, you refused to backtrack on the promise you had made yourself. You swore you wouldn’t pine; that you'd put yourself out there and move on. You had vowed that you wouldn't just wait for something that was never going to happen.

And so you had to push down any hope that tried to resurface even though he was single once more. Though 'forcing' yourself to move on was mostly just you pretending to.

If you had learned anything in your time with this team, it was that you had a job to do—one that you did well. You weren’t going to let a little crush ruin that.

Besides, Jannik Sinner was nothing if not uninterested.

And just when you'd finally started to convince yourself of that, Jannik began acting differently...

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It started small.

Something about the way he interacted with you had undeniably changed, deepened. It wasn’t drastic, probably not conscious enough for him to notice, but you did. It was in the way he'd look for you on court during practice, how he always seemed to find his way to wherever you were in whatever hotel, how he'd casually prop himself against the nearest surface as if there was no where else he'd rather be.

There'd been one night, after an especially long travel day full of delays and last-minute changes, where one of his gestures of this newfound affection had first caught you off guard. Too exhausted to continue standing, you had plopped on the hotel floor outside your room to sift through your bag for the keycard you’d only just received. Frustrated and tired, after a whole day of misplacing things, it felt like the last straw. Jannik, having heard the rummaging and loaded sighs from down the hall, walked over to you, racket bag slung over his shoulder. Without a word, he crouched beside you, pulled your backpack into his lap, and started searching with a level of patient concentration that made you and your worries feel like the most important thing in the world. When he found it tucked into some inner pocket, he held it up with an easy smirk.

“You really should get a better system,” he teased, pressing it into your palm before standing and holding a hand out to help you up.

Another time, you had spilled a drink on your top during a meeting while reviewing match notes on your laptop. Immediately, Jannik wet a clean towel from his bag, reached for the hem of your shirt, and carefully dabbed at the fabric. He hadn't even stopped talking, his attention still on the discussion at hand, as if it were the most natural thing for him to tend to you like that.

There was also the night after a particularly grueling match when he had found you in the hotel lobby well past midnight, working through data with a frustrated expression. Instead of telling you to sleep, he slid a bottle of water across the table and just sat down next to you. "You work too hard," he said simply, his voice softer than usual.

His most common, new thing, though, was this habit of detangling your hair for you. It started when he noticed you tugging through your knots in frustration after a windy and active day. The first time, he had simply reached over and started working through a particularly stubborn section at the nape of your neck. "Hold still," he had instructed, so focused that he didn’t notice the way your breath hitched.

That one had become routine after that. If your hair was messy before or after a long day, as it so often was, and if you seemed too busy to deal with it yourself, he’d see to it without asking. It was never rushed, never a pain—it was an almost unconscious, reflexive act of care for him. Sometimes he'd brush a stray hair from your face just because. And it was one of many small actions that made it very, very difficult for you to move on.

The rest of the team, of course, picked up on all of this. And though they had thankfully stopped picking on you for your feelings sometime during Jannik's last relationship, they'd now taken to teasing him instead.

“Jannik,” Marco drawled one afternoon when you were all waiting for court assignments. "If you’re going to be all over her, at least wait until after the session."

Jannik, who had just nudged your chair closer to his so he could lean over and rest his chin on your shoulder to see your screen, only blinked. "What?"

Uli snorted, exchanging a look with the rest of the team. "Give the girl some room to breath, man. It's like you're stuck to her."

Jannik rolled his eyes, his go-to response when the guys started ganging up on him like this. "We’re just close."

"Yes, yes," even Simone chimed in. "So close, no?"

Jannik just scoffed, laughing it off, completely missing the way you stiffened at how quickly he dismissed the idea of there being anything more. How it was such an incredulous thought for him, all he felt to do was wave it off. How it was an accusation so baseless, he didn't even feel the need to deny it.

It shouldn’t have stung—you were supposed to be moving past it after all. But it still did, because you still hadn't.

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Your next big stop as a team was his home country, and you hoped that meant he'd have less time for you. As much as you loved it, you could hardly begin to get over him when his attention was all over you.

Turin was bustling when you arrived for the tournament. The first night, the team decided to go out for dinner at a local favorite. Most of the group was back in their native land, and were fully in their element. Only you and Darren were true outsiders here, leaning on the others for cultural guidance. They all happily jumped with recommendations and translations, though, overwhelmed with all their enthusiasm, you had trouble narrowing a dish down.

When the waiter came over and introduced himself to the table, he immediately locked eyes on you after a scan of the group. And though you'd yet to look up and notice, the rest of the team rustled with amusement at his obvious interest in you.

“Ladies first,” he said smoothly, waiting for your order.

Eyes still glued to the menu, you waved to the others and murmured distractedly. “I'm sorry, I still need another minute.”

He went around the table, taking everyone else's orders before circling back. You still weren’t sure, so you asked for the waiter's opinion between two dishes and gestured at the menu, “Between the risotto and this pasta, which would you recommend?"

Vaguely from across the table, Simone tsked; he'd already tried to explain the distinction.

“The flavors are very different,” the waiter began, and you finally raised your eyes to his. The moment you looked up at him and met his gaze, his voice faltered. The words tripped in his throat, and he stammered for half a second before recovering.

The table definitely noticed that.

Marco elbowed Simone. Uli covered his mouth, trying to suppress his laughter. Even Darren smirked at the situation unfolding. You, now aware but patient, simply smiled at him and selected his favorite after his thorough, floundering explanation. No one missed how his cheeks dusted pink when you handed the menus back to him.

The second he left, the table erupted. Though Jannik was notably, and uncharacteristically, silent throughout the commotion.

“Dio mio” Marco cackled, shaking his head. “Poor kid couldn’t even think straight.”

You shook your head and shushed them, suppressing a smile. “Oh please, leave the guy alone! What if he comes back and hears?”

“If?” Uli snorted. “He’s definitely coming back every five minutes just for you."

"At least we're assured good service." Darren added, still chuckling to himself.

You had rolled your eyes, but, sure enough, the waiter continued to check in on your table far more times than necessary. Each stop, the team made sure to give him a hard time.

After one of his visits, Marco muttered something in Italian to him. The waiter's eyes flickered towards you, and he grinned before responding.

The trainer chuckled, nodding approvingly. "Good man."

Next to you, Jannik had gone completely rigid.

You'd noticed his unusual quiet throughout the meal and hadn't wanted to pry, but now you gently asked, “What’s wrong?”

He barely looked at you. “Nothing.”

You shrugged and rejoined the table's conversation as the waiter walked away with a smile your way for the dozenth time that night.

“What did he say?” you asked, you'd picked up the word bellisima but not much else.

Uli smiled. “He said you’re very beautiful and that he’s working up the courage to ask you out.”

You eyebrows shot up. “Wait—really?”

Jannik now focused his gaze somewhere off in the distance, and chugged his water glass dry. You glanced over as the table rattled when he firmly set the cup down, but shook your head and chose to move past his mood. He wasn't your responsibility, and this waiter could be the first, real opportunity for you to move on. The rest of the team, however, exchanged knowing glances at Jannik's obvious irritation.

You brought the attention back to your inquiry, your expression still one of pleasant surprise. You glanced toward the waiter, who was still hovering nearby, before looking back at the team, a smile tugging at your lips. “He said he was going to actually ask me out?”

Jannik’s grip on his fork tightened and, voice sharper than necessary, he snapped, “Does it even matter?”

The abruptness stunned you, and had the rest of the table stilling.

“Excuse me?” You frowned, turning to him. “I think he’s cute, and, honestly, I’d love to go on a date. So what?”

When his expression only darkened and his jaw clicked, you scoffed and continued. “Why do you even care? It has nothing to do with you.”

He didn’t answer. But the rest of the team had silently glanced around at each other with hidden, knowing smiles and drawn breaths.

The waiter continued his frequent check ups, except now Jannik was all but fuming. You basked in the attention, leaning into it—flashing the waiter soft smiles, brushing your fingers against his as you passed a plate. And each time, Jannik sat silent and tense, picking at his food.

He watched it all unfold, displeasure plain on his face.

But dinner wrapped up and the waiter's ask never came. Jannik rushed to pay the bill as you tried not to look around expectantly. Jannik mood seemed to lift instantly as they exited the establishment. Finally perked up, he practically ran the group out of the place.

You, however, felt disappointment settle in your chest. So much for a fun, Italian fling.

Seeing Jannik’s smug reaction only made it worse. You tried to play off being let down, but huffed when you caught that satisfied smirk he wasn't even trying to suppress.

You muttered, “Asshole,” under your breath.

Jannik turned to you, frowning. "What did I do?"

You rolled your eyes, and the rest of the team just shook their heads at him in warning.

Then, before you could answer, you heard hurried footsteps patter behind you and watched as Jannik’s face fell.

“Wait!”

You turned to find the waiter had run after you, only slightly breathless as he reached. “I—sorry, I meant to ask sooner. I just got off now, and maybe I take you around the city?”

You couldn't help but smile at his earnest. "What, like right now?"

He shrugged and nodded, "If you want? If you have the time."

"Sure, why not." You accepted easily. "I'd love to."

You glance at the team, ignoring Jannik and the way he had gone stone-faced. “I’ll see you all later.”

They smiled and waved you off, and even gave the waiter a too-strong pat on the back—a warning no doubt. You didn’t spare Jannik another glance as you walked off.

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Jannik didn’t sulk. At least, that’s what he told himself. He was not sulking.

But even he had to admit, sitting in the team’s shared hotel suite while staring blankly at his phone while the rest of the team watched a movie, he probably looked a little sulky. His mind was elsewhere, tracing over the way you had smiled at the waiter, the way you had walked away with him.

“Mate,” Darren finally sighed, switching off the TV and leaning back in his chair with arms crossed. “I think it’s time you ask yourself why this is bothering you so much.”

Jannik frowned, ready to argue, but Uli cut in. “Yeah—don't be an idiot.”

Simone, who was getting up to leave for his room, gently hit him upside the head.

Jannik huffed, shaking his head. “I don’t—” He stopped himself. The words I don’t care felt hollow, even to him.

No one argued further. They just let him stew in his thoughts. Eventually, one by one, they filtered out for the night, leaving Jannik alone.

He didn’t know how long he sat there before he heard the door to the suite open. He looked up to see you walking in, looking flushed and giddy from the night out. You stopped short when you saw him, a flicker of residual anger crossing your face before you exhaled and shook your head.

“I’m not letting you ruin my mood,” you said immediately, pointing at him. “I had too good a time to let you get to me.”

He opened his mouth, but you were already turning to head toward your room.

“Wait, please.” he said, standing abruptly. His voice was soft, sincere in a way that made you pause. “Can we talk?”

You hesitated, still facing your door, before finally exhaling. You pushed it open and gestured for him to follow. “Fine, whatever.”

Inside, you leaned against the dresser, arms crossed. He lingered by the door, shifting his weight. The hesitation was unlike him, and you raised a brow. “Well? What is it, Jan?”

Jannik ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I was an ass before,” he admitted. “And I'm sorry. I got pissed and I—I think I was jealous.”

Your expression didn’t shift, but you know he saw the way your fingers curled slightly at your sides. He pushed forward, voice quieter now. “And I think—no, I know—it’s because I have feelings for you.”

Silence stretched between you. For a moment, he thought maybe you hadn’t heard him. Until, suddenly, you let out a dry, bitter laugh.

“Oh, now you have feelings for me?” you snapped, pushing off the dresser and throwing your hands in the air in disbelief. “When I’ve spent all this time pining after you, waiting and hoping—while you act the way you do to me like it's nothing? But now, the second I go on a date and have a nice time, you decide it was actually something?”

Jannik’s mouth opened, but he didn’t have a response. He could only follow as you led him to the door, swinging it open.

“Unbelievable,” you muttered. “Go to bed, Jannik.”

The door shut in his face before he could process what had happened.

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He barely slept.

The frustration, the sadness, the regret—he didn’t know what to do with it. He had thought admitting his feelings would be enough. But clearly, he had missed something. He had hurt you, even when he had never meant to. And now, he wasn't sure if he had gone and ruined everything.

A knock at his door woke him. He blinked blearily, disoriented, and dragged himself up to answer it.

It was you.

Still in your night clothes, hair slightly frizzy—and in spite of the night before, Jannik only wanted to smile at the sight of you. His finger itched to fix the few stray strands of hair displaced from the part of your hair. You always were the favorite part of his day, it just might have taken too long for him to realize.

You crossed your arms and pushed past him, letting yourself in with a small sigh.

“I shouldn’t have blown up like that,” you admitted, shifting on your feet. “I needed to get it out of my system. But... you should know, I— I do have feelings for you. And I have for a long while.”

His stomach flipped. He stayed silent, waiting, as you met his gaze steadily.

“But if we do this,” you continued, voice firm, “we start slow. We’re intentional. I’m not doing… whatever that was again, and I won't let myself be led on.”

He nodded immediately. “I have to earn you.”

Something softened in your expression, he always was too sweet for his own good. You took a small step forward and shrugged. “Yeah,” you murmured. “You do.”

Then, to his surprise, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He barely had time to register the warmth before you pulled back, watching his reaction with an amused look.

His lips curled into a slow grin, one that was playful and a little relieved. “So,” he said, tilting his head. “Can I take you out tonight?”

You hummed, pretending to consider it. “Mmm… I might be able to fit you in, but I have another date with the waiter.”

His smile faltered, brows furrowing slightly with something in between panic and disbelief.

You laughed, reaching up to pat his cheek. “Relax, I’m kidding.”

He exhaled in relief before his grin returned, wider this time. He caught your hand as you drew it away from his face and checked once more, anyways. “So you're free? You accept?”

You rolled your eyes, pulling away from his grasp, but the way you smiled told him everything he needed to know.

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Thought about splitting this into parts, then was like nah eff that and so here we are: a longer one-shot. Hope you enjoyed today's fic xx

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rumeysawrites · 2 days ago

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Thank you for the tag! I'll finally have enough focus to post the incorrect quotes I got! And yes, they're about Team Space !

Tyttia: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

(Yeah she will and she'll have a blast doing it.😂)

Shan: Fight me!

Wendolena: Ha, look at your size! What are you gonna do, kick my ankle?

*Later*

Arwyn: Why is

Wendolena crying?

Hui: Shan kicked them really hard on the ankle.

(Fr-! Don't mess with the cinnamon roll space hero, Wendolena!)

Meissa: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Wendolena: They do.

Myrkut: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

(I think I have the same question as Myrkut here. What the heck Wendolena?)

Meissa: You really believe in Tyttia?

Tipus: Mmm… Luckily, they believe in themself enough for the both of us.

(Tipus! That's mean! I know Tyttia is troublemaker but still!😅)

Libet: I type how I think.

Eurus: Odd that you type at all then.

(I get it Eurus, but are you the one to call her out like that when you live by little thinking and just chaos yourself?)

Vesta: Well, I'm very sorry to hear about your mother.

Tipus: Mmm, we aren't really that close.

Vesta: Oh, good.

(Why are you sounding uncharacteristically ominous, Vesta?😅)

Vesta: So, what's it like living with Ruxir?

Eurus: They once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."

Vesta: ...

Eurus: I love them so much.

(Guys who let Ruxir and Eurus live togather ? That 's just the recipe for multiverse-level chaos that made include bad pranks on gods, falling into an all-consuming void, and sneaking into enemy hideouts just to annoy them .!😅😅😅)

Shan: Ow!

Tipus: What’s wrong?

Shan: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow.

Tipus: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

(Yess you did Tipus. Even if elementals don'th ave real organs to create a headache, I'm pretty sure you've stress headaches on a daily basis now too..

Hui: I want to grow up and be like

Tipus!

Tipus: That is called Acquiring Depression.

(I mean, you both might as well have acquired that-)

Arwyn: What do you do when someone offers you drugs?

Wendolena: Take them!

Chromos: Punch them in the neck!

Tyttia: Say thank you!

Libet: Offer them more drugs to assert dominance!

Arwyn: …

Arwyn: No.

(Guys, stop giving Arwyn another existential crisis please ! He already has enough of those!😅 Fr though. He sounds like a tored o km der sibling here.😅)

Ruxir: Are you sure Nicolius’s going to be able to handle that IKEA furniture? They’re not very good with technical stuff…

Hui: Why are you worried? IKEA was never complicated; these days, it’s even easier! Everything’s color coded, numbered, and there’s even an assembly robot option to make it even easier for Nicolius, which we’ve obviously opted in for. All they need to do is press the clearly labeled ON button, scan the QR code on the front of the box, and it’ll take care of the rest. Even a monkey could do it!

*Hui’s phone rings*

Nicolius: Hey, so I’m at Lowes…

Ruxir: …

Ruxir: I should have gone with the monkey.

(Hey don't judge Nicolius! It's not his fault that ge was frozen in time for the past 100 years!😅)

Nicolius: Alright Hui, what do you want?

Hui: I want Hematia to disown you and adopt me!

(I'm sorryHui, but I think the entire team wants to be adooted ny Hematia-)

Ruxir: What’s the dumbest thing you believed as a child?

Arwyn: That naptime was a punishment.

(Arwyn's back at it with his utterly messed up sleep schedule again!)

Arwyn: You know what I learned from my friendship with Chromos?

Vesta: There’s no such thing as too mean?

Tyttia: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them?

Hematia: Always hold a grudge?

(I can tell he's already regretting having asked his teammates anything about friendship now!)

Meissa, entering the room: *Sees Eurus and leaves*

Eurus, watching Meissa leave: There’s my monthly dose of Meissa…

(Lowkey, yeah. I can see Meissa and Eurus being like this.😂)

*The squad is playing a team sport*

Wendolena: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Tyttia?

Hui: Have you ever played a game with Tyttia?

Wendolena: No…

Hui: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine?

*Meanwhile, on the other side of the field*

Tyttia, chasing Eurus: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

(Yeah! Shan and Hui'd know that their usyally usuarful mentor, is actually a nightmare in physical activities )

Chromos: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out.

Hui: Fucking Vlad and Ruxir were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

(Considering the fact that Ruxir is already a minor deity, they probably made that whole thing just to annoy Hui.😂)

Hui: You know what I’ve realized?

Wendolena: Some thoughts are better left unsaid?

Hui: Nice try, anyways-

Libet, after getting a library card: Now I know what true power feels like.

Tipus: Go on, give Eurus a compliment.

Myrkut: How do you expect me to do that?

Ruxir: Just say something that you wish someone would say to you.

Myrkut: Uhh… You are now unbanned from Free Ham Sandwich Day!

Eurus, sobbing: Nobody’s ever said that to me before!

Shan: ATTENTION: I HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT.

Shan: DO NOT PANIC, I AM SIMPLY GETTING A SNACK.

Hematia: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited.

Arwyn: "If"

Eurus: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die.

(Average interaction between this two. Except sometimes, the roles are switched!)

Meissa, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

(Now she can bother Meissa in place of the rest of the team!)

Hui: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes?

Hematia: For the dogs.

Hui: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs?

Hematia: They don't know how.

(No one should question Hematia and her cooking hab Iits, Hui. She knows what she's doing more than the rest of you combined.😅)

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Incorrect Quotes Tag!

wahoo! been tagged by @ominous-faechild a while back, plus @corinneglass , @sunflowerrosy , and @theink-stainedfolk !

TGS timeee~ these goobers live in my head rent free!

here’s the link!

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Maelstrom: I’m going to get so much done today. Mikaya: I’ll hold you to that. 8 hours later Mikaya: So how much did you get done? Maelstrom: One thing. Mikaya: Well, that’s one more than usual.

they did a Thing everyone applaud!

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Maelstrom: Regular soda is too sweet! Zenith: Diet soda has a weird after taste! Maelstrom: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY! Zenith: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda! Maelstrom: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink! Zenith: I'm going to physically attack you. Maelstrom: Which is better, Amir? Amir: Oh, I usually drink water! Zenith: Wha- NO! Maelstrom: DISGUSTING!

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Zenith: My hands are cold. Mikaya: Here, let me hold them. Zenith: My lips are cold too. Mikaya: *covers Zenith's mouth with their hand*

rizz failed sadly 😔

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Mikaya: Two years ago, I married my best friend. Mikaya: Juno is still mad about it, but me and Zenith were drunk and thought it was funny.

oh my GOD what if that’s how they confessed waitttttt—

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Amir: One time I went to hand Mikaya a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

during mikaya’s recovery arc lol

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Amir: I’m in love with you. Indra: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Amir: I know. Indra: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

before the start of the story i like them a lot ok

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Zenith: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave, and her name was Mozzarella? Indra: Don't ever speak to me again.

zenith why are you dumb.

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Zenith, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. Amir: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

this fucking idiot how are they the main character

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Juno: Who hurt you? Maelstrom: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Juno: ...Yes, actually.

juno will Violently Kill multiple people soon via the power of friendship and GUN <3

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Mikaya is ordering a cake over the phone Shop Employee: …and what would you like your cake to say? Mikaya, covering the phone to look at The Squad: Do we want a talking cake?

she doesn’t know a lot you guys she’s been sheltered (see: trained to be a weapon and nothing more)

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Mikaya: Are you packed for the trip? Zenith: Yup. Mikaya: Then where are your bags? Zenith: All I’m bringing is a good attitude and a sense of adventure. Mikaya: A change of underwear might be nice.

zenith why are you dumb part two.

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and I think I’ll stop there! lmao I love these sm

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aaeeart · 4 months ago

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alternative: he pissed off another force god

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serpentface · 4 months ago

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This was going to be a panel of a little comic but I got too invested in drawing minute background details so, here.

#They are having an argument over 1) whether crops can be grown on the moons 2) what - if any - impact does this have on the feasibility #of an afterlife being located on the moons #Brakul is a partial convert to the Imperial Wardi faith but this mostly entails having adopted the seven faced God (and some #other elements of the belief system) into his worldview and participating in expected rites while retaining his central #ancestor veneration practices completely unchanged and mostly prioritized.#This doesn't actually cause much friction in of itself with the big exception being disagreements on the afterlife #Wardi practices surrounding death prioritize proper handling of the corpse and funerary rites in order to get the dead where they #need to be- death is a fraught transition from one state to another. analogous to birth. The role of the living is to get the dead through #this transition (preventing them from being stuck earthbound as earthbound ghosts - which is the Bad afterlife). Once the dead #make it to the moons that's it. They don't really interact with the living. There's plenty of conceptualization of what it's Like #in the lunar lands but the cultural priority is not even slightly on the Logistics of existence there.#Whereas the CORE of religious practice among the Hill Tribes is ancestor veneration - ancestors remain interactive with the living #and require/desire their continual support. They are conceptualized as having earthlike 'lives' where they eat and drink #and grow crops and herd livestock and they need the support of the living (in prayers and offerings) to do so prosperously.#There is a HIGH cultural priority on the logistics of their afterlife and it's self-apparent that the world of the dead needs fertile earth #to support them.#So like bottom line Brakul thinks there's no goddamn way that the moons could support an afterlife (they are described as #barren rock that was flung into the sky during creation and certainly Look that way)#and that the Wardi are just wrong about their afterlife's location. They probably go to the celestial fields (which are located #behind the moons and stars) like everyone else #And Janeys finds this aggravating and doesn't see his fucking point but has developed a nagging concern that Brakul Could be #partly right in that the celestial fields could Maybe exist in addition to the lunar lands.#So like maybe they aren't going to go to the same place when they die?#He's already terrified that he'll be stuck as an earthbound ghost and really doesn't want to be even further separated so #he figures he should make sure he gets himself dead and cremated at the same time as Brakul so they can navigate the #transitional period together.#Brakul is unconcerned because he figures that if Janeys actually does get stuck on those barren ass moons he can just kinda #Go Get Him #Ancestor spirits fly to the earth all the time and the moons would be a much shorter distance. Probably wouldn't be an issue.#Long story short these disagreements and underlying anxieties result in fights over whether you can grow corn on the moons or nah

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little-pondhead · 1 year ago

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The Curse Of Hope

Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.

The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.

“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”

That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.

Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.

“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.

The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.

“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”

Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.

The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”

Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.

-Or-

Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.

Luckily, Danny can provide that help.

But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.

#dpxdc #pondhead blurbs #Gotham is very lanky and tall and had dozens of necklaces around their neck #the necklaces are just cords filled with lost things the citizens have lost over the years #like bits of glass or wedding rings or hag stones made from a destroyed gargoyle #actually I have a weird picture of Gotham in my head I might draw it #it’s giving Bloodborne to me but idgaf #basically Danny meets Gotham and is trying to convince them to go with him for medical help because what the fuck #those curses are the equivalent of leaving hundreds of leeches stuck to your body for ten years #Danny is BEGGING Gotham to come with him #there’s potential for angst but if you want crack then Danny probably replaces Gotham #I think there’s already a similar fic where he becomes the new spirit of Gotham but I haven’t read all of that #anyways the Batfam are like #invasive animals that are actually helping the ecosystem recover from an even WORSE invasive species #but they aren’t supernatural heroes and they don’t understand that the issue is deeper #I’m calling this the Curse of Hope because Danny is offering hope to Gotham #but Gotham is just so tired and sick and hurt that they don’t want to risk it #they think Danny is another curse come to plague them #should he just straight up adopt the city at this point?#idk it probably depends on how it’s written #sad course is to let Gotham die. happy ending is where they are treated and returned #crack ending probably has Danny adopting the city and introducing them to his own city spirit Amity Park #oh shit is that a new ship #guys please I can’t keep doing this #Gotham City x Amity Park #how the fuck do you come up with a name for that #Burger Joints?#Wet Pavement?#bro idk I’m putting this down before I make something I might regret #low key wanna write this but like. I have so much to do

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