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Counting Stars

Special Chapter: To You, A Million Years From Now

TFP Optimus (Nemesis) x Female Reader

Summary: Nemesis Prime writes a letter about his life to someone unknown.

A/N: Lots of yearning, jealousy, delusions, craving, fluff. All that good stuff.

TW: Death of important characters? Idk

Counting Stars

To you,

Who is it? Who is walking among the river of memories?

Holding into the hope of meeting what they desire ...

I don't know when these feelings started.

I am unable to locate an exact moment.

Was it on February 3rd when she smiled at me for the first time? On July 7 when we observed the starry night? Or perhaps on December 21 when she held my servo with her soft hand?

I am not certain, I wished my processor could remember but I can't. I find myself to be more pathetic as the time passes. My years have started to show. The scratches in my chassis were more visible and my paint job is not as shiny as it used to. I had stopped taking care of myself and now I begin to wonder ... Does she even like any of it? Me?

How could she ever? She's a human and I am an old robot. A tired one. I must be disgusting to her and I don't blame her. And my personality? There's much to be wished for. I don't laugh often nor enjoy jokes nor understand them. I lack any sense of humour and yet all I want to do is to make her smile when she's with me.

I find myself annoyed at times when the things I want to say cannot be processed through my glossa. An occurrence that happens whenever she lays eyes on me.

In my lowest moments, I wanted to dislike her. I must admit. She had taken every single corner of my processor. Leaving me with nothing but her. Every minute, every second, she's there and not even in my dreams I am free from this torment.

I shouldn't feel like this.

I still don't fully understand how I was chosen to be a Prime. I don't consider myself to be good. How could I when I have sent so many soldiers to meet their end? Although I was an archivist, I am not wise, I lack wisdom many times. I only make decisions hoping for the best results. I am neither the strongest as Megatron has proven he could outbest me even at his worst.

So ... Why me? Why was I given such a burden? Why did Primus in all of wisdom choose me to bear the responsibility of leading what's left of my race? When all I wanted ... All I ever wanted—

"You wouldn't let anybody else suffer with the title of being a Prime."

No. I would. She's wrong. I am not that good. I am not that kind. So, please, don't look at me like that.

"And I think that's what makes you worthy."

I would give it all up.

If it meant I could have the one thing I wanted.

And it's standing right in front of me. Smiling at me with eyes that have more stars in them than the entirety of the universe.

And yet she knows ... That I wouldn't. That is all a lie. No matter how much I tell her that I am not as gentle as she believes me to be. She just knows.

How ... How can you be so certain?

I am not worthy of being a Prime ... And much less, of being someone who loves her.

But what if ...

If I am devoted to her? Worshipped her? Oh, her, her, her ... how much I adore her. Words are not enough.

Does she remember that time she changed the style of her hair and put paint in her face, adorned her body with shiny fabrics? I was baffled, awed at her beauty. The greatest artist is whoever created her and I, a mere spectator.

She wasn't a perfect portrait. But she was made for me. In every detail made to my liking. In every imperfection made to be loved just by me. Only me.

But I am but a shadow

And she's light.

But the darkness protects me. From the cruelty, the mockery. In darkness I can bask myself in these feelings. Enjoy them without restrictions. Without the fear of rejection. Of her and what others may think. I would have been fine living like this. Admiring her from afar as she will only be mine to adore.

Until he showed up.

I was a fool to believe I was the only one who could admire her being.

He would steal her attention. Taking her to human places I could only dream of visiting with her openly.

Of course she would choose him. Why wouldn't she? He can give her all the things a human may want. Take her to small pretty places, places I couldn't go into. Give her flowers that don't witter because unlike me, he is delicate enough to hold them. Most importantly, he can give her a family.

How dare he? How dare he steal everything I wanted? All of my dreams and hopes–

"I think I like you ... No, I love you, Optimus."

Primus.

Please.

Do not let this be a dream.

Please. I beg you.

Do not take her away from me.

Who is it? Who is walking among the river of memories?

Holding into the hope of meeting what they desire ...

To the lack of my better judgement, I let her stay by my side and I'll be at hers.

As the time passed I began to wonder if I was allowed to be this content. Sometimes I was hit with the realization that she won't be living for as long as I did. I considered the many possibilities of what to do once she is gone. Even going as far as asking of her preferences. Would she want me to go offline alongside her? Because I would do it in a spark-beat. And I think deep down I wished for her to ask me that.

"I am just happy that you'll live longer than me ... I won't have to deal with the grief."

Then I thought ... between her and me, I prefer to be the one to suffer. For all of eternity if that meant she won't ever have to go through the pain of losing a loved one.

"Besides, you have to take care of our Sparkling once I am gone."

And just like that ... I fell in love with her all over again.

And till this day, my spark has only known her and it continues to only adore her.

My joy was greater than my need to fulfill my duties and slowly I wanted to forget them.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't just retire and forget about the spilled energon, all the sacrifices.

But now that I think about it, maybe that's what Primus wanted. Maybe, just maybe, her carrying a Sparkling was a sign for me to forget about everything. Of the war. Of Cybertron. Of the fallen ones.

I should had run away with her.

"I'll give you the mercy to say goodbye."

I will never forget the blood coming out of her. Human blood was a strange liquid, smelling like metal. But was irreplaceable, unlike Energon. Yet, in my delusion, I wondered if I could give her all of my Energon to her.

"Our Sparkling ... Optimus,"

I couldn't move.

MECH and what little is left of Silas, had held her captive. Only a few days was enough for them to bring me to my feet. I knew it was a trap but what was I supposed to do? I thought I was strong enough to save her. That's all I wanted. I lead my team to a trap, one impossible to escape.

It was only Ratchet and I and the two of us were too useless. I couldn't move, nor speak. MECH had poisoned the air in the hangar, only affecting the Autobots.

The situation didn't fully register in my processor ... Until I saw Silas inside Breakdown's rusted body.

Putting one of his pedes above her.

No.

"Please ... Save our Sparkling–"

She couldn't even finish her sentence.

Blood. Everywhere. It had reached my faceplate.

And as Silas lifted his pede, I still had hope. That she might be there.

But instead, nothing.

Everything that she was.

Her hair. Her eyes. Her smile. Her laugh.

Her.

It was gone.

I don't remember much after that.

Next thing I knew, I was with Ratchet in a special cell. It seems he had been talking for hours to me but I just didn't listen. I don't think I was even capable of hearing anything at all.

Until Megatron showed up.

"I never thought it would end up like this."

I didn't look at him.

"You must know that not even I could ever harm what was Cybertron's first Sparkling in milenia."

"... Was?"

Ratchet asked.

I heard steps walking closer towards me. Until Megatron stood in front of me. He bent down and put a small circular object on the floor.

"I couldn't get there before they dismantled him ... This is the only thing I could save."

I picked it up. It was a Spark-Keeper. The outer metallic shell that was supposed to be protecting my Sparkling's spark. Empty. Lifeless.

"Optimus, I've made a terrible mistake," Megatron said. "I gave Silas a power he couldn't control. My arrogance and pride blinded me, making me unable to see the monster I created."

My Sparkling. Where is he? He should have been born by now.

"This mistake cost the Cybertronian race its future ... And I am responsible. Now I see ... Now I understand everything you said."

Where is she? I want to see her. She should be resting. Probably at the base. I need to go back soon.

"Let's end all of this. Help me defeat Silas and MECH ... And after, we can all just go home."

Home. That's right. She must be with my Sparkling at home. I should bring her something pretty. Maybe I should pick out many sunflowers on the way.

"Let's go to Cybertron and rebuild it ... New life shall rise."

My Sparkling, her ... They are waiting for me. I need to go. I need to see them. Where are they?

"Do not let (Y/N)'s sacrifice be in vain."

Until this day ... I can't find the words to describe the pain I felt when I heard her name.

"D, old friend" I called his old name as I activated my battle mask. "You shall never speak her name again."

I shot him.

I saw his life come out of his optics. I took out his spark and crushed it.

I walked out of the cell, Ratchet did not say a single word.

I killed every single Decepticon and human I encountered.

And after I was done I went to where the last of her remained. Just a red stain on the floor.

The entire base was on fire. The Autobots, the ones who had come from the vastness of space and the ones who hid on Earth had caused a commotion. One I did not oppose anymore. The news of my Sparkling's massacre had spread just as quickly as the fire. With that came indignation. Hate. The hope of co-existing as one ... gone.

"You won't be able to control them anymore."

Ratchet had found me.

"A war is bound to happen with the humans and rest of the Decepticons. Once again."

There was a pain in his voice that I never heard before from him. Yet, I didn't care. I only thought of my selfish wish.

"Would you please ... Kill me?"

I heard steps coming closer to me. My optics were still focused on the stain on the floor.

"No."

"Why?!"

I finally looked up at him. His optics were no longer blue.

"Because if you die, you won't be able to remember her."

Ratchet bent down to put a servo on my shoulder-plate. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, this must be the first time I was unable to do so.

"You need to keep fighting," he said, and finally, I listened. "You can't undo what you've done ... But you can embrace it."

"The pain, can you feel it? The feeling of having everything taken away from you?"

And that's when I understood. Genuinely understood Megatron for the first time. Is this how he felt when he was thrown into the gladiator pits to fight his comrades, killing each of them? Just for mere entertainment?

For how long was I blind? Blindfolded by my own privilege? Fighting for freedom that only those on the winning side will get to enjoy?

All this time ... Everything. It was all a lie.

"I am tired, Optimus," Ratchet spoke to me once again. "We either give up now ... or we can burn it all."

That's exactly what I needed. I wanted to share my pain with the world. It was too big and too heavy in my Spark. I wanted to get rid of it, of these feelings, of the guilt, the incompetence.

But that wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

And the realization hit me. I had already done the unspeakable. Whatever sanity I had left, they took it.

I no longer was Optimus Prime.

I was free.

I was free of the burden, I was free of the responsibility. Finally, Finally! I could be whatever I wanted! I was free to be whoever I chose to be! I am this! This is what feels right! This is what I was supposed to be, this is who I am!

I turned on my Comm-Link, making sure everyone could hear me.

"This is Prime speaking," I stood up. The fire consumed the place more and more. But I didn't care, I walked around the hangar and destroyed everything I saw. A rush of power, strength goes through me. "Fellow Autobots, the human race and the Decepticons have taken from us our last hope. It is to my most sorrow to inform everyone that the countless opportunities given to both were in vain. I couldn't save her ... nor my Sparkling, Cybertron's hope."

I felt something pulsating inside of my chassis and as I opened it, I took out the Matrix of Leadership.

It was this thing's fault. The reason I became a Prime. The reason I had to follow honor and moralistic ideologies. It was because of this responsibility bestowed on me that I had lost her and my Sparkling.

If only ... I had run away with her.

"But with their deaths, we are no longer tied down to the chains of morality and fake principalities! We are free! Free to do as we please!"

I continued to bask in my madness, things falling down around me, embracing who I had become.

"Destroy everything you can! Claim what you need! Fight for what you wish for!"

And finally, the Matrix disappeared from my grasp. Granting me, after so many years, the only thing I have ever truly wanted.

"THIS ISFREEDOM!"

I shot the wall in front of me, opening a path. Coming out of the flames, I met my Autobots, ranting my name. Everything around us is crumbling and falling apart. Never had something felt so right.

"Prime! Prime! Prime!"

"I send this message to the Autobots who remain scattered across the universe. I am reclaiming a new home. A new start for our race. Earth will no longer belong to humanity but to us! One shall stand and one shall fall."

That was the last time I saw Bumblebee. Among the crowd, a horrified look on his faceplate. Ultra Magnus was there too. Arcee and Bulkhead ... all of them with that disappointed look. They are here.

But ... where is she? Where is my Sparkling? Where are they?

Where are they? Are they home? Are they waiting for me? I want to see them soon.

"Optimus ...."

I turned to look at Ratchet.

"I am no longer that," I told him. "I am free to choose now."

Now, I've become mad. Drunk on sorrow, lost in pain. But I had become what I have always been. What I chose to be. With this letter, I grieve who I once used to be. But I am no longer that.

And I don't regret it.

Because now I only live to hate him. To despite and destroy whatever he believed in.

But now I wonder ... Who is that in the back of my processor?

Who is it? Who is walking among the river of memories?

Holding into the hope of meeting what they desire ...

Is it my dearest waiting to meet me? My Sparkling with his hands raised up, waiting for me to hold him?

No. No, it's not.

It's you, Optimus Prime, what's little is left of you.

I can't wait for the day you completely disappear.

But I can't let you go. Because it is you who she once loved. And I'll be damned if I were to lose whatever little is left of her. It's you who hold her memories. But I'll hold you prisoner, mine to torture.

Optimus, I hope you'll forever live with the pain and regret only you deserve.

As I have.

Goodbye forever, Nemesis Prime A Million Years From Now.

A/N: I was in Japan visiting my college friends so that's why the long wait. There is much I need to write! But I feel encouraged to keep writing!

It was quite strange how I wanted to approach Nemesis. Since I had never written about him before, I had to think of ideas and motivations for his character. I felt like it was quite gruesome so that's why I didn't go into extreme detail of what had happened to Reader and the Sparkling but I am sure you all can assume since it was directly mentioned.

I didn't want to get much into his mind either and left some things into interpretation as I prefer for the readers to make their own conclusions with the information they have since I think ... that's more fun?

A part of me wants to feel bad for Nemesis but I am not sure. I truly write this just as it comes and see what fits better for the story.

Next chapter we'll see how Optimus is doing without the reader and the Sparkling.

Maybe we'll explore more of the human-cybertronian conflicts that happened after Optimus became Nemesis.

And of course more Nemesis longing for you and all that good stuff.

I want to thank everyone who has read this so far! Thank you and I hope you'll be here till the very end!

If you have any questions, comments, concerns or requests you can send me a message or inbox me on tumblr! @ t-a-a-1

Thank you and until next time!

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troublemakingrebel · 23 hours ago

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love loving this @charlie-rulerofhell

#kingdom come deliverance #alright listen #we'll never know whether or not it was considered from the beginning unless vavra or any other dev says it plainly #but i still don't see why you'd have to insist on their love story being only fan service or an afterthought? #especially with vavra who is first and foremost an irrogant prick holding his CReaTIvE FreEDoM very up high #and him saying on twitter in response to accusations about the gayTM only being added later to cater to other's demands #that this was exactly the story he wanted to tell from the start #now yes he could also mean it as in a story that has the option to romance whomever you like but even then at least that was intentional #and henry and hans weren't shipped because 'two hot bros' (well that too perhaps idk can only speak for myself and the people i know) #they just made sense. there were so many hints in kcd1 - flirty dialogues (from both of them) and journal entries ('he ordered me to strip #and bathe with him .. probably just doesn't want to drink alone') or how luke dale once put it when talking about their relationship: #they're literally riding off into the sunset together #it just makes sense. when the first talk about a gay romance in kcd2 came up i talked to a friend about how if it's not hans they'd have a #big problem to solve because hans would sure get pretty jealous #like sure it could well be that the devs just didn't have a clue what a gem they created there and only found out once they saw the game in #its entirety and read people's reactions to it (as an author myself i can attest it happens all the time) #but i'd still refrain from calling it merely fanservice because that makes it sound as if they wrote it in just to please the audience whil #giving no fuck about the story they set before and that's just .. not it. in fact henry's and hans's romance gets even richer when you play #both games and consider all of the events of kcd1 as well. again it just adds up so perfectly whether intentional from the start or not #and as a final afterthought before riding out back to bohemia myself before going to work later (sigh) #henry's and hans's romance is optional yes but hans's feelings aren't. just as rosa's or katherine's aren't. #you could argue about when these feelings first came up for him but this potential crush of his still casts every interaction with him in a #certain light. again did they consider it back then in kcd1? who knows. lbr it simply wasn't necessary for the plot then so it might have #as well been briefly talked about and then quickly swept off the table as it just didn't matter. but it matters now. #it's a an important and significant love story that just works with what they had written before and that means so much to us gay #medieval-loving gamer kids who have to fight for our existential rights daily both in the gaming community and in society as a whole #and to now have a game that is all about 'historical accuracy' telling the world: this kind of love exists and it always existed #not just for fetishisation but simply for love against all odds. with a character that is not just henry's romance option but also his #best friend a character that exists outside of this relationship with his own wishes and desires and fears and motvations ... #maybe they didn't know what they created right away but fuck did they pop off with this one

tell me Warhorse didn't plan Hans & Henry to become a thing from the very start. tell me they didn't pull it off simply due to budget limits and the general uncertainty about reception of their highly niche game. tell me Luke and Tom didn't read the script and go: "hey, are these two...?" and Vávra didn't look them in the eye and say: "yeah, but you have to be silent as a grave about it for the next XXX years until I find you again." tell me they weren't supposed to become something big and bright and beautiful, and that Warhorse didn't know any of it back then, and didn't put the second bed into Hans' room just a few dozen meters away from Henry's actual, official place for sleep, for any specific reason whatsoever. tell me the devil isn't in the details, and it wasn't a carefully crafted foreshadowing under a disguise of a silly dudebros joke, when the Amorous Adventures DLC turned out to be so easy to botch, and in the end Henry was given the ugliest love letter imaginable written by Capon' stupid ass.

tell me I'm not imagining things, because when I look at KCD2 and turn back to glance at KCD1 once again, the voice in my head, to quote a certain vampire from another game that was crafted with just as much love, insists: "it was right there."

#Kingdom Come Deliverance 2 #KCD2 #Henry of Skalitz #Hans Capon #Hansry #what if what if

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sunsburns · 12 hours ago

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honestly i feel like joaquin gives best friends to lovers vibes. and the moment you realize he likes you (meanwhile you've liked him for years) is gonna be in the middle of one of those heated arguments you have with each other bc he's jealous of the new guy you're seeing but one of you is stubborn and doesn't wanna admit it. idk if this counts as a request but if you like the idea i'd love to see you write something abt it!!

yes yes! i feel like it would be even better if the two of you had been working together for soo long too. like you’re in the middle of a stakeout or a mission and he’s suddenly bringing it up for the first time, trying to be all suave and subtle and you’re like ????

the stakeout had been dragging for hours.

the two of you were stationed in an unmarked van on a dimly lit street, watching the back entrance of an old warehouse where your target was supposed to show. you and joaquín torres had done plenty of missions like this before—long hours, bad takeout, and enough banter to keep you both from losing it.

except this time, he wasn’t talking.

not really, anyway. he was pretending to be busy, fiddling with the comms setup even if it had already been working fine since the start of the op.

the van was cramped, parked just far enough from the target building to stay out of sight. the only light inside comes from the dim glow of yours tablet and the occasional flicker of streetlights through the tinted windows.

and then, out of nowhere—

“you never did tell me how your date went last week.”

you barely heard him over the quiet hum of the surveillance feed. your attention is fixed on the warehouse across the street, waiting for movement, but his words pull you out of it.

you glance over, catching him looking away the second you do. subtlety had never been his strong suit.

“i didn’t think you’d want to know,” you said, testing the waters.

“of course i do.”

something in his voice made you pause. it wasn’t the usual teasing or lighthearted prodding—it was earnest. which was odd, considering the first time you brought it up there had been no jokes and joaquín had not been this curious. if anything, he’d gone uncharacteristically quiet, then changed the subject entirely.

but you’d brushed it off at the time.

still, you decide to humour him. “it went well.”

silence. then the soft creak of leather as he shifts in his seat.

“so, is there a second date coming?”

the casual tone didn’t fool you.

you smiled, mostly to yourself. “maybe.”

you expect some kind of quip, a halfhearted joke to brush it off. but you didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened, how his fingers flexed against his knee.

for someone who was an expert at recon, joaquín was terrible at hiding his tells. always had been. every thought he had crossed his face before he could stop it, which is why you’ve never had to second-guess him.

but that? that was weird.

“why? do you care?” you ask, turning slightly toward him.

“i don’t,” he said too quickly. “just wondering if i gotta learn this guy’s name or not.”

your smile grew wider. “oh? so you do care.”

he finally looked at you, “that’s not what i—“ he exhaled sharply. “forget it.”

you couldn’t.

you studied him for a moment, the furrow in his brow, the slight clench of his jaw. this was the longest conversation you’ve had outside of mission chatter in a week. and now he suddenly wanted to know about your love life?

“joaquín,” you started, voice slower now. “if there’s something you wanna say—“

“i only care when it affects our work.”

that made you bristle. “oh. am i too distracted for you?”

“that’s not what i said.”

“it’s exactly what you said.” you turned toward him fully now, forgetting about the stakeout for a second. “you didn’t have a problem last week when i was watching your six, but suddenly i go on a date and now i’m not focused enough for you?”

“that’s not—“ he stopped himself, dragging a hand down his face. “tu—you’re impossible.”

“like you’re any better,” you fired back. “you’ve been acting weird ever since i mentioned this guy, and now you’re bringing it up in the middle of a mission like it’s relevant intel? what’s your deal, torres? what’s going on? what are you trying to say?”

he pressed his lips together, clearly debating something. you knew him well enough to see the war happening behind his eyes, the push and pull of something he'd been trying to keep locked down.

“i’m not—i’m not trying to say anything,” he muttered.

your eyes narrowed. “bullshit.”

his lips curled into something sour, “i don’t get you sometimes.” his voice was lower now, “you’ll pick up on the smallest details in the field, but when it comes to this?” he gestured vaguely between the two of you, frustrated, “it’s like you’re choosing not to see it.”

that stopped you cold.

because for a second—for one stupid, fleeting second—you let yourself think about it. really think about it.

like the way joaquín always made sure you had the last protein bar on long missions, even if it meant going without. or the way he always covered your blind spots in a fight, positioning himself between you and danger without hesitation. the way his voice changed when he spoke to you, softening in a way it never did for anyone else.

the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

god.

your stomach twisted. you had spent so long convincing yourself that none of it meant anything. that it was just who he was—loyal, protective, a damn good partner. that was the only way you had managed to push your feelings down, to keep yourself from ruining what you had with him.

because the truth?

you had been in love with joaquín torres for years.

and it had been eating you alive.

the only reason you had gone out with someone else at all was because you had needed to move on. you couldn’t keep wanting something that wasn’t yours. couldn’t keep looking at him like he hung the damn moon when he was always just out of reach.

but now—now—he was looking at you like he was waiting for you to say something. like he wanted you to see it.

like maybe you hadn’t been crazy all along.

“joaquín.”

he just shook his head, frowning like he was mad at himself for even saying anything. “doesn’t matter.” the frustration drained from his voice, leaving behind something hollow. “forget i said anything.”

then he turned away like the conversation was over.

but it wasn’t.

because now, there was no taking it back.

and you weren’t sure if you even wanted to.

before you could respond, sam’s voice crackled over the comms.

“guys," he said, slow and unimpressed. “you do realize your mic is on, right?”

heat flooded your face.

joaquín scrambled to reach for the radio, red in the face. “sorry. must’ve turned it on by accident.”

“glad we’re getting some entertainment while we wait, sam continued, and you could almost see that grin on his face. “but unless you two wanna keep broadcasting your love confession to the team, maybe save it for after the mission?”

#i couldn't not add sam into this #had too much fun writing this oops #now i need to come up with a tag for joaquín #any ideas?#faye’s writing ⭑.ᐟ #joaquín torres #joaquín torres x reader #joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x you #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres fluff #joaquin torres fic #joaquin torres fanfiction #the falcon #the falcon x reader

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nuggetpool-hi · 1 day ago

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Tehee found another one. The reason why I never did this one it's because its really l o n g and since its a more "serious" comic it would have my slightly more detailed style so yep, Im lazy what can I say

I edited it a bit to make it more readable, my comic notes are a hot mess only describing important stuff and getting dialogue shoved in there without clear indication of whos saying what so... its still very bad but SO MUCH better than how it was trust ☝️

Smell

Logan smells Wade as he walks near him "that smell again" he thinks "feels internal... sick? diabetes maybe? High pressure? Or.." his face goes blank, then his brows furrow with concern.

He goes to a hospital and sniffs people around like a creep and hes like "Oh" a nurse asks him to leave and hes like alright.

He goes home, hes like idk how to tell him this. Wade is happily watching TV and Logan sits with him

"Wade" he says serious.

Wade looks at him tilting his head curious

"yes honeybuns?"

Logan sighs "Ive been smelling something in you.."

"kinky"

"Wade." Logan stares at him angrily, barring his fangs slightly, then softens his face. "Didn't know what it was 'til today..." his throat is closing up, he tries to look at him directly.. he cant hide the fear in his eyes "Wade you... got cancer"

Wade stares and then starts laughing uncontrobably "Duh, Im literally covered in tumors, smartass" he points at his whole face

Logan is confused, trying to decipher if Wade's joking or not... "what.. I.." hes looking at Wade's face like it owes him money "though they were burn scars"

"Everyone thinks that" Wade shakes his head like saying duh idiots peoples. "Carcer's the whole reason I accepted being turned into some weird experiment to mutate me" bit more serious now.

Logan shallows hard and stares at the floor, then at Wade again, expression sour "I still dont get it, shouldn't your healing factor fix it?"

Wade slaps his knee "HA! no, in fact its more of a dying factor, dead cells replaced with dead cells constantly, I'm always dying but also not?, its weird really" He ponders for a bit

Logan sill staring like wtf is this dude talking about

"Mutation was also like- getting super cancer, outside and inside, I'm infested its insane. A sick joke haha" Wade laughs but his eyes are a bit sad

Logan tilts his head, trying to collect his thoughts "Isnt... cancer.... painful?" He speaks softly, trying so heard to look stiff and angry but hes concerned

Wade just smiles sadly at him, sighs "I mean- yeah I-Im..." he looks at Logan, wondering, then looks away "Im always in pain, sometimes better, sometimes worse but its always there"

Logan nods, still trying to process the situation "Is there-"

"Nothing you can do" Wade interrupts not even looking at him

"....right" Logan looks around "Well uh- you still won't.... um"

"I'm not going to die" Wade says, still not looking at him. Expression serious shoulders tense

Logan looks at him, nods gently "...good"

Ok no Im reading it again and its absolutely awful but Im still sharing it I dont care

Also the date this thing was OLD like genuinely one of the first few comics I wanted to do sad

#deadpool and wolverine #deadpool #wade wilson #logan howlett #poolverine #deadpool 3 #deadclaws #deadpool fanart #deadpool x wolverine #fanart

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into you

part two: my favorite part

[ part one ]

thanos x f!reader

description: as you and thanos become closer, more people begin to wonder whether you’re together. you provide the answers they're looking for.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

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thelegendthanos work hard play hard

user1 Y/N ON THANOS’S SHOULDERS I REPEAT Y/N ON THANOS’S SHOULDERS

↳ user2 i’m totally normal about this 🧍‍♀️

↳ user3 IDK WHO IM MORE JEALOUS OF

yourusername my coolest friend 💜 hate u for that third pic though lol

↳ thelegendthanos messy eater

↳ user4 OUCH did we just witness our boy getting friendzoned?

↳ user5 user4 pretty sure that’s a mutual decision…

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applemusic “I feel like I’m becoming me.” yourusername talks to us about her hit single, Ride or Die, featuring rapper Thanos, and the new direction she’s taking with her sound. Link in bio.

ynupdates ❤️❤️❤️

user1 “subong… i mean thanos” STOP IM CRYING

↳ user2 you can tell how much genuine respect they have for each other it’s so sweet

user3 MOTHER

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yourusername bff 👯‍♀️

user1 so cute i can’t

user2 HELLO?? the matching sweaters???

user3 the emoji is FOUL lmao

yourbestfriend not me being replaced

↳ yourusername NEVER 😭 you’re irreplaceable

user4 are they dating?

↳ user5 no just friends

↳ user6 user5 they’re definitely together

↳ user5 user6 both of them have said that they’re friends so let’s not speculate

↳ user6 user5 you’d never catch me doing all that with my friends but maybe that’s just me

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ynupdates A fan captured this picture of y/n and Thanos tonight. They appear to be kissing.

user1 MY SHIP HAS SAILED!!!!!

user2 🚨REMAIN CALM EVERYONE🚨

user3 IM FREAKING OUT OH MY GOD

user4 NO I HATE HIMMM

↳ user5 why???

↳ user4 user5 i just feel like y/n can do so much better 😭😭

user6 I KNEW IT

↳ user7 SAMEEE PEOPLE WERE TRYING TO TELL ME I WAS CRAZY BUT I WAS RIGHT

user8 we still don’t know anything for sure until one of them confirms it

↳ user9 you have to be joking omg

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yourusername the rumors are true

thelegendthanos my ride or die fr

↳ yourusername 🖤

user1 SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING SHITTING

user2 how could you cheat on me 💔

user3 POWER COUPLE

user4 RIDE OR DIE IRL 🥹💓

↳ user5 they manifested it

yourbestfriend adorable

↳ yourusername ur face is adorable

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I thoroughly enjoyed this story! I love myself a good crack fic and this definitely made me laugh! And it ended so sweetly too.

Thank you for writing this story and sharing it with us!

When I was reading, I decided to write down my thoughts as I go because I knew I'd forget otherwise so below this is literally just the thoughts I wrote down because I do not have the brain power to convert them into actual fully coherent comments [I'll put them below a read more cut for the sake of spoilers and such]

“ and you were damn ready for the said beautiful thing to happen! ” hell yeah I am!

“ “so we will try and attack him with the anesthetic as soon as possible.” ” STAB HIM IN THE BOOTY idk why that was my immediate reaction to this pls ignore me

“ so what can go wrong? ” oh no, we all know those are famous final words

“ who vaguely matched ” okay this got me chuckling

“ “Maybe he ate too much last night and is a bit swollen now,” ” 😂

“ Now if you were stupid like Seokmin ” omg 😂😂😂 DRAG HIS ASSSS

“ Now, you will consider yourself to be a level-headed person, but one thing that gets to you more than anything else is a false accusation. ” re-fucking-latable. Nothing gets to me quicker than false accusations

“ “So, you are telling me that you were paid to abduct my friend who you know is off limits, but still went ahead with the idea, even though you are the members of my gang?!” ” tut, tut, tut, dumbasses

“ Unspoken was the fact that Chan had been worn down by the boss's relentless bullying, quietly requesting a transfer for at least three years before Jeonghan finally relented. ” poor baby

“ makes you want to cry in a corner and throw rocks at people ” this mental image is hilarious ngl

“ he is a literal angel, and he deserves the world ” agreed

“ You asked Jeonghan about it once and his answer was, “because I can and its fun!” ” he’s such a little shit and I love that for him

HE GAVE HER HIS FIRST CREATION I AM SCREECHING THAT’S SO FUCKEN CUTE

Aww a love letter, how cute

Paring: seungcheol x fem!reader

Requested: no

Release date: 24-04-24

Genre: mafia au, reverse of getting kidnaped by the mafia boss, fluff, e2l, crack, assistant au

Warning(s): mention of abduction, guns?, cheol is a menace, brief mentions of drugs (do tell me if i missed anything)

summary: It was not supposed to be like this, it was a meticulous plan perfectly curated by you, Jun and Seokmin. You were supposed to go get the man who was the future heir of the Kim Corps named Mingyu, you ever had a pic of his. Most importantly it was definitely not supposed to be the man who now sits in your basement claiming that he is the leader of the mafia organisation you three work for.

Word count: 5.8k

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Beta reader(s): @wonuwrites-main and @anonmonty (sweet sweet angles helped me with proof reading, or else im fucking incompetent)

disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask.

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It is a beautiful day, and like they always say: beautiful things happen on beautiful days, and you were damn ready for the said beautiful thing to happen!

The plan is simple—you and Jun have gone over it at least fifty times, and Seokmin has been standing there listening to you both intently throughout the whole ordeal.

“So, let’s go over it once again,” you say, pointing at the white board with the picture of a man, Mingyu to be exact, the heir to the Kim Corp. and your target.

“He leaves his office to have coffee every afternoon exactly at 3pm at the nearest café named ‘Carvery’, am I right?” Jun and Seokmin nod with a concentrated look on their faces.

“Next he goes to the park, sits there for fifteen minutes, on most days, and then takes the path that leads them straight back to the building, correct?” The two men again nod, and then Jun takes over the talking.

“More often than not, he hates company during his afternoon runs, so the best chance we have of abducting the man is when he is between the café and the park. This will give us at least a twenty-minute head start before the police and his family start looking for him.”

Now you and Seokmin nod at the man, and Seokmin takes the podium to present the next part.

“Jun and I will be on the streets while y/n waits in the car, and from the background check we ran last month, we know the man is well trained in martial arts, so we will try and attack him with the anesthetic as soon as possible.”

“And after the guy is unconscious, we will flee with his ass~,” adds Jun.

“Sounds like a solid plan,” you laugh as you high five the two men.

Indeed, it was a solid plan. You three had considered every possibility and chosen this day to execute your plan. It’s perfect and thorough, so what can go wrong?

A lot apparently.

You reached the destination ten minutes early to give Seokmin and Jun ample amount of time to prepare for the attack.

As you parked your car near the pavement where the abduction would take place, you see a man walk past the car wearing a beige trench coat with some sort of concoction from the coffee shop.

Now if you were a seasoned abductor, you would have known not to mess with the person as the timing was not right. But that was not the case, and seeing a person who vaguely matched the physical descriptions of the man you were actually supposed to abduct gave you enough reason to jump the gun and take this man hostage.

Before you could process anything, Seokmin jumped on the guy, trying to tackle him while Jun tried to find a way to inject the drug into his system. After another minute of struggle, taking at least five punches in their abdomen and faces, both the men were successful in sedating the man.

They hurriedly carried him to the car and you three sped off to the base to ask his family for ransom.

You have been back at the base for three hours now. As you look at the unconscious man tied to the chair in front, you realize the grave mistake you made by not seeing his face the minute you were actually kidnapping him.

“I mean if you look at his eyes, they look very similar to the real target, you know. Maybe he ate too much last night and is a bit swollen now,” Jun says in a wise tone. Now if you were stupid like Seokmin, you would have accepted this analogy of his just like the hundred others he had spewed in the past two hours, but you are not. So, you hit the guy’s head while calmly saying.

“Will you keep quiet for a minute? You know as well as I that this is the wrong man. We don’t even know who he actually is. So, we wait for him to gain consciousness and then interrogate him.”

You have figured that screaming and crying will get you nowhere. All it will do is trigger Seokmin’s panic attack, and you do not think he can manage another one after the one hour long one he just resurfaced from.

“Our best bet is that we abducted a pretty important dude, or else we know the boss will have our meat served to his dogs for their nightly feasts,” you continued.

“I can see he is wearing pretty costly brands all over. My guts say he is rich,” Seokmin pipes up.

“Seok, your gut told you to scream for the past hour. I don’t trust it a lot now,” you complain.

“I think it’s your fault, too. You should have stopped us from abducting the guy instead of just staring from the car, you know,” Jun says.

Now, you will consider yourself to be a level-headed person, but one thing that gets to you more than anything else is a false accusation. On top of that, the bitch has the gal to accuse you of being careless when they were the ones showing literally no care about their work, owing to the fact you were not even supposed to abduct the untouchable Kim Mingyu in the first place. The leader of your clan, although you three had never seen him, mostly operated through Jeonghan, his right-hand man. The guy you agreed to kidnap was apparently remarkably close to your boss. But when faced with the tough choice of loyalty towards one gang and the lump sum of three million, you three had to face the situation and betray your gang. You know you should not, but the small jobs with the gang were not enough to even pay your rent!

So, who does Jun think he is to shift the blame towards you when you have done nothing but try to make a secure living for all three of you. Therefore, you do the thing that your sane brain advises you to.

Go off at Jun.

“So, if I fail to babysit two grown men while on an extremely important mission that included them, the blame is shifted towards me?!”

“You were both supposed to wait for my instructions before confronting the poor bloke. Now, if things go wrong, it will be your faults, and I will be dragged into it because I was the main brain behind the planning.”

“Guys, I think we should focus on the guy more; I think he is stirring.”

This statement from Seokmin caught both of your attention, causing you to cease the argument immediately to take a look at the man in front of you.

Without hesitation, you put your gun on his head and ask, “who are you, tell us about yourself.”

The man albeit good looking with his doe eyes and plump lips, gave you three a mean stare before speaking sassily.

“Shouldn’t you know the identity of the person you kidnap?”

“If we knew, I don’t think I would have asked about you,” you reply.

The man scoffs before informing you the most gut-wrenching piece of information you have ever heard.

“I’m Choi Seungcheol leader of Choi Clan.”

When Seungcheol met Mingyu today, he was feeling particularly drained and sought the comfort of a familiar face, longing for a brief respite from the relentless demands of his job. Mingyu, sensing his friend's exhaustion, proposed they take a detour to unwind, considering Seungcheol's grueling schedule. Gratefully accepting the suggestion, Seungcheol had embarked on what he thought would be a much-needed moment of relaxation.

Oh, how wrong he was.

As he leisurely sipped his coffee, enjoying a fleeting moment of calm, the tranquility was shattered by the sudden onslaught of a group of thugs. Seungcheol had braced himself for a possible mugging, but the idea of being abducted never crossed his mind. He curses himself for sending Soonyoung away earlier, now regretting not having company in this unforeseen predicament.

To make matters worse, Seungcheol felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. A mafia boss getting abducted!

How humiliating.

Now, do not get him wrong, he was, in reality, as far from incompetent as the Sahara was from water, as Seungkwan was from being calm, as Jihoon was from showing affection—you get the point.

In fact, he had been the first in three generations to successfully reclaim the southeastern part of the city for his clan from the Yoon family, a testament to his capabilities.

Now bound and surrounded by three hapless captors whose incompetence was glaringly evident, judging by the one who he suspects was crying prior to their conversation with him. He suspected they had targeted Mingyu, but mistakenly seized him instead. Seungcheol could not help but shake his head at their sheer incompetence.

Now, again, he is not that scared. He knows he has a trusted pack of workers who would join heaven and earth in search of him. No, he is least bothered about himself.

What he is actually bothered about is who planned to abduct Mingyu, because he is strictly off limits for his clan members. He knows this as much as anyone that they respect the young heir a lot, not only due to his kind nature, but also because of the relationship he has with their leader.

So, when he informs his three kidnappers his name, he gets the weirdest of responses ever—a chorus of ‘shits’ and ‘fucks.’ Moreover, he sees all three of his kidnappers suddenly fall down at his feet and grumbling out the most nonsensical bullshit ever. The only words he vaguely captures are ‘it was supposed to be someone else’ and ‘sirs’.

This confuses the man even more. But then he suddenly sees all three of them take their masks off, revealing two men and, dare he say, a very gorgeous woman. Now in any other situation,

Seungcheol would have laughed, but now that he is in it himself, the only reaction he can provide is a confused head nod as the woman immediately goes to untie his hands.

“So, you are telling me that you were paid to abduct my friend who you know is off limits, but still went ahead with the idea, even though you are the members of my gang?!”

He says as he looks at your group standing in front of him with their heads bowed down looking like kids getting scolded.

“But sir, we barely make any money from doing the jobs assigned to us. The only way for us to pay our rent was for taking up jobs from outside, and this one paid us a huge sum. We never wanted you to be the one getting abducted instead, we swear!” you suddenly exclaim with the extreme need to explain yourself.

Your two partners beside you do their dutiful job by nodding their heads with your rant.

“You three fucked up really bad, didn’t you?” He says, looking a tad bit amused.

“We are really sorry!” Seokmin chokes out, visibly scared by the whole ordeal.

“Well, it’s time I go back, so take me back to the office.”

Right after that statement comes out of his mouth, you three are escorting him out of the door to the car parked outside to take him back.

“So, you are telling me these three, these newbies who literally didn’t have any good job for them to gain experience, drugged your ass and took you to god knows where, and you couldn’t even put up a good fight?!”

Jeonghan exclaims, looking at the seated, nervous, and scared faces of the three of you from Seungcheol’s office’s glass.

“Apparently not,” the older man sighs.

“My friend, are you sure you are a real mafia? Because in light of the current happenings, I am starting to question your integrity a lot.” Jeonghan says as he barks out a laugh, taking immense pleasure at his friend’s humiliation.

“Or maybe you were too caught up staring at the pretty lady to notice that you were getting kidnapped.”

The bitch continues to make fun of the older man.

“I just thought I was getting mugged, so I didn’t fight hard enough. Who knew I would be kidnapped instead.” Seungcheol grumbles, pouting a bit.

“Which is even worse, because you are telling me you would have let people just mug you for no reason when you are one of the most influential people underground!” Jeonghan said while looking pretty concerned about the statement his superior just spewed, and he does indeed have a hard time accepting it.

“Ahh! Just get over with it and let me go. Plus make sure the three of them face the appropriate consequences for not only abducting me, but also trying to abduct my friend,” Seungcheol barks out while walking out, thoroughly humiliated, and annoyed that his junior was having fun at his expense.

So Jeonghan does the very thing at which he is extremely good.

Create chaos.

Right after his superior leaves, he strides towards the group and says, “so because the boss has instructed me to do something with you three which will stop you guys from going off the hook, I’m going to assign you some jobs in the organization because I can.”

Now, anyone even vaguely familiar with Jeonghan would recognize the expression he wore just before chaos ensued, but contrary to popular belief, Jeonghan is actually quite amiable—at least, that is what he believes, and that is what matters, right?

He continues, “Junhui, you will be overseeing the artillery division. Our deputy head Chan will ensure you are well informed about your job. You will meet him tomorrow. As for Seokmin,” he paused, a sly smile crossing his face, which made Seokmin visibly nervous, “You, my friend, will be our esteemed boss's driver. Lastly, y/n, you will be his assistant. You shall be meeting Chan tomorrow, too; he will explain the workings of your new role.”

Normally, in any ordinary conversation, you would not dare ask inappropriate questions, but the circumstances were far from normal, so you proceeded with the most audacious question you could muster: “Why did Chan leave his previous post?”

Jeonghan politely responded, “He left because the job didn’t suit him, so we shifted him to the artillery department as a deputy head.”

Unspoken was the fact that Chan had been worn down by the boss's relentless bullying, quietly requesting a transfer for at least three years before Jeonghan finally relented. Since then, the turnover of assistants had been alarmingly high. Jeonghan desperately hoped you would stick around. Moreover, if either you or Seungcheol objected to this arrangement, he had enough leverage to ensure you both comply. Enough dirt to keep both of you in line.

Your meeting with Chan the next day went well. He explained to you the workings, gave you tips and tricks on how to make sure all the work gets done. Overall, a 10/10 experience, except the small hiccup at the end where he cryptically said something along the lines of “Best of all fucking luck with this job because you will need it.”

Now a small best of luck is never a bad gesture, but that statement!

That shit was a bit too hostile, even for you. But you are fine, happy even. Anything that saves you from getting your life cut short by a mafia leader is always welcomed.

“What are you doing here?”

“Where is Jeonghan?”

The first two sentences to ever leave The Choi Seungcheol’s mouth the minute he sees your face when he comes into his office that afternoon. Indeed, so delightful!

"Sir, I've been assigned as your work assistant for the time being," you reply, your eyes downcast. It is a surreal turn of events considering just yesterday this man was tied up in your basement. After that ordeal, everything seemed to take on a different hue, almost as if you were hearing the bells of heaven. So, that reaction seems pretty appropriate to you given the circumstances.

Now you see our oh so beloved Mr. Choi was not just an underground mob because what is the fun in that, right! He mostly did international business under the guise of his company named The ChoiTech, solely based on providing technological change using sustainable means. Pretty cleaver tactic, although overused, but still gets the job done, so who are you to judge.

The man looking extremely shocked at your statement immediately rushed inside his office, you presume, to call Jeonghan. And sure enough, within five minutes of him disappearing from your sight, you could hear him loudly complaining to his secretary on the phone. “But Jeonghan I can’t be collaborating with her, after what she did to me yesterday!”

The man whined and then suddenly you could hear hushed whispers, so being the curious cat you were, slowly crept near the door to hear the conversation better.

“But man, it’s humiliating. She kidnapped me for fucks sake”, the oh so powerful man, who people assumed will one day rule the underworld, whined like a kid who has been denied to go on a playdate with their best friend.

By this time, you were almost pressed onto the door when suddenly the sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump away from it and look about for the person who stopped you from consuming you daily dose of gossip.

The culprit, Joshua, stood right in front of your desk with an amused look on his face.

Now Joshua is someone you were extremely familiar with, being the man who took care of assigning roles to the lower members of the group, you have had a lot of angry conversations with him.

“I would ask you if Seungcheol is busy, but the way you were trying so hard to eavesdrop, makes me think otherwise,” he says, making you roll your eyes.

“Just give me a minute to tell him you are here, then you can go in.”

The man nodded still looking thoroughly amused at how sad you looked due to missing out on whatever conversation you were listening to.

After a minute, the man was inside, now looking even happier that he has seen his next victim to torment.

“So Jeonghan was indeed right,” he said, looking like he was having a tough time controlling his laugh.

“Not you, too,” the pouty man whined from behind the desk. “But really, can you tell him to not put that woman as my assistant? I get war flashbacks every time I see her face,” he continued whining.

“I mean, I could do that, but where is the fun there, right!” Joshua, thoroughly enjoying his boss’s misery, replied. “But in all seriousness, you could just treat her like Chan. The boy is still traumatized by the amount of work you made him do,” he thoughtfully added.

The older replies, “I liked Chan, he was nice, would do anything you ask him to!”

“And so will she. Her life is at stake here, give her some benefit of the doubt.”

This statement made the older think like never before. Plans of tormenting you to quit your job rushing past his brain at high speed. Suddenly everything made sense.

“I can take my revenge! That is exactly why Jeonghan made her my assistant. Oh, my friend is such a genius!” Seungcheol said, looking a bit too enthusiastic.

“Ok, I am sure it was done to decrease his workload, but whatever you say, man,” the younger said skeptically after seeing the diabolical look on the elder’s face.

It has already been three weeks and suddenly you understand what Chan meant all those days back when he wished you good luck. To put it quite plainly, your boss is crazy.

The man was a combination of workaholic and perfectionist, which resulted in him getting swamped by work and by default the same fate befalls you every day, too. For the past three weeks, you have had a challenging time at the office to even take a break to eat food.

The men you called your enemies once, aka Jeonghan and Joshua, are the ones now saving you from dying out of malnutrition. You are eternally thankful to them. But more than anything now, you regret trying to kidnap Kim Mingyu—the name makes you want to cry in a corner and throw rocks at people, if you had any time to do so.

“Sir, you scheduled two appointments at the same time: the new project for the Orin Community Park and another one with Mr. Xu for the narcotic deal.”

You informed the man who had his face shoved in some papers, reading something diligently.

“Why did you not stop me from doing so then, you were right beside me when I was going through the plan.”

Now, it is your job to curate the perfect schedule for the man to follow, but Seungcheol being the guy born only to cause you inconvenience made his schedule for the week himself this time.

Why you might ask?

Purely because the man is a chronic insomniac and whenever he has trouble sleeping, instead of taking measures to have a peaceful sleep, he tries his hands in different works because he can, and this time his victim was the poor, poor schedule of his.

“Because you had already sent them both emails, sir,” you say, thoroughly exasperated.

“Ok maybe I did, so now I obviously can’t cancel on both so you figure out something so that I can attend both the meetings, because I ain’t missing any.”

The man just turns his chair around and keeps reading whatever he was reading in the first place.

With an extremely calm voice, you say, “sir I need you to stop trying to do something to pass time when you can’t sleep. I need you to actually go to a doctor.” “Can’t,” comes his response, making you sigh more.

Sometimes it feels like you are working as a babysitter to a grown man instead of an assistant to a CEO.

Seeing the conversation would be going nowhere if you keep talking to him, you go out and do the second-best thing in your books.

Call Chan.

“Lemme guess, the boss is giving you a hard time!” The first sentence he says right after picking up the phone.

Sighing, you tell him all of Seungcheol’s various administrative behaviors throughout this week. When you got to the part where he had so bravely and meticulously made the perfect schedule, Chan started laughing. The gall of that boy!

“Wait, he still does that!” He exclaimed between his laughs, making you feel even more annoyed.

After calming down he says, “just make Jeonghan or Jihoon go for the community meeting and let him manage the narc. I know you are thankful, so do not mention it, but maybe buy me a meal when you are free, as a repayment.”

Chuckling at the younger boy, you agreed to get him whatever he asks for purely because he is a literal angel, and he deserves the world. Ok, maybe it is a bit too dramatic, but the boy was indeed your angel in disguise.

Planning on following through with the advice Chan gave you, you called both Jeonghan and Jihoon simultaneously. As Jeonghan was busy, Jihoon accepted the work of going to the community welfare meeting instead of Seungcheol.

After that, the whole day was smooth sailing. But the main root of all your problems was happy, maybe not healthy, but the look of pure happiness and the twinkling eyes when he passed by your desk was hard to miss.

This man was slowly but surely making sure to strip you of your patience bit by bit.

The last straw to eradicating your already depleting patience came when Seungcheol in all his glory, during one of his nightly ‘Imma take away other’s jobs because sleep refuses to befriend me’ escapades, deleted all your assistant notes for the server by mistake.

You still are baffled as to how he did that. Truth be told so is he. He was scrolling away on his phone when he saw this reel about ‘how to increase your Wi-Fi speed.’ Extremely intrigued by it, he had actually tried to increase the internet speed in his house, and he swears on every god on planet earth it worked. So, he tried doing so with the one in his office, which weirdly enough resulted in removal of all the information that you had stored in your laptop.

Now if this would have happened to his computer, too, you would not have gotten as angry as you were, but the motherfucker’s computer was all well and good and if you actually pay attention, it seems that his internet speed has increased, too!

How this man become a CEO is beyond you. What is not so beyond is your pure hatred for him and his technologically challenged ass.

So that night when Seungcheol, stayed back as usual to do work, you took your chances, entered his office, and slammed a ball of yarn and two knitting needles on his table while scaring the life out of the, not so, poor man.

“Start knitting!” you calmly said.

“But I don’t know how to though!” he replies, thoroughly confused.

“Then learn, Seungcheol! I don’t care what you want to do, I need you to learn and pick up a hobby, start gaming, try knitting anything! Just make sure you are not trying to turn the office upside down.”

Anyone who knows Seungcheol also knows never to question his nightly routines, but more than that, they also know the pride of the man is too high to ever accept his mistake. So, when you commit the grave crime of pointing out his mishap with the Wi-Fi router that morning, you hit the nail on the head and pissed him to the fucking moon.

“So, you think I’m bad at what I do?!”

“No, I think you are technically inept. And you should leave it to people who are good at it.”

This pisses off Seungcheol more than anything, but you don’t let him intervene as you keep speaking.

“On top of that you are constantly making changes in your schedule without informing me. You’re your assistant. Maybe have you ever considered the fact that your schedule was made so that your day is smooth sailing, and no two activities overlap!”

“Just because you refuse to go to a doctor and try and find a way to manage your stress does not mean you make the workplace hell for us.”

By the end of your rant, you were fuming and Seungcheol was stunned.

Clearing his throat, he says awkwardly, “I’m sorry you feel so, I will try and fix my schedule.”

Now, although this statement made you feel better, it also confused you, as you were fully prepared to have a full-blown fight with the man. Him backing down was never an option. But now that it has happened, you muttered a small, “I shall be going then”, to which your boss meekly nodded.

After you were outside, you ended up feeling better due to unloading all your anger on the man. It was refreshing. Now you just needed to see what changes tomorrow will bring for Seungcheol.

It had been two months since you had the argument with Seungcheol, more like your single woman shouting spree. But things have been better. He has tried to keep his need for new experiences down and this has made your life exponentially easier.

Did you now have time to eat. Absolutely not!

But the office was not a nightmare anymore.

If someone would have told you five months ago that this is what your future held for you, you would have straight up laughed at their face and told them to get themselves checked. But life has weird ways of throwing you in situations you don’t expect yourself to be in, and you have no other ways of getting out but learn to go with the flow.

You sometimes talk to Jun and Seokmin, and you have realized you got the hardest of all the jobs.

You asked Jeonghan about it once and his answer was, “because I can and its fun!”

So here you are sitting on the couch with Seokmin while enjoying your sandwich when you see Seungcheol come outside carrying a bag, Jeonghan trailing behind him sporting this devilish look on his face.

The big man walks towards you and hands you the bag. Opening it you notice a green scarf sitting at the bottom.

“Seungcheol’s first knitting creation, and he says thank you for forcing him to learn knitting. It helps him sleep now.” Jeonghan says while pointing at the bag even before the older man could open his mouth.

Seokmin tries to make himself as invisible as possible while looking extremely interested in the whole situation unfolding in front of him.

Seungcheol waves his hands at Jeonghan trying to hush him down and whines, “let me speak!”

“I made this cause you told me it would help me sleep! I didn’t think it could actually help me, but it looks like it did, so I’m extremely thankful for your suggestion.”

“Good job!” Jeonghan says, patting Seungcheol’s head like he was a child, making you laugh a bit.

“Thank you for listening to me, sir!”

“Oh, no, call him by his name, or else he will become weird with you again!” Jeonghan says, making you laugh again. Seungcheol pouts at both of you and storms back to his office, with Jeonghan at his tail making fun of him yet again.

After that, you kept the bag in your desk and went to bid your friend goodbye.

“He looked like he was confessing to his crush, you know”, Seokmin muses.

“Maybe he has a crush on you!” He exclaimed after pausing for a moment.

“I don’t, he is a weird person,” you had replied thoughtfully.

Realizing he has been chatting with you for a long time, Seokmin quickly rushes outside while loudly screaming a ‘goodbye’ for the whole building to hear.

When you came back to your desk, Jeonghan was waiting for you there. The man just looked at you with a smirk and said, “see you later y/n, and make sure to wear the scarf!”

Jeonghan is a weird person. You more often than not don’t listen to what he tells you to do. He forces you to do them anyways.

“Seriously, lady, do wear the scarf. Plus, it’s cold outside—you won’t get a heatstroke if you do so.”

With that he was outside of the office, too. Slowly work caught up with you and you forgot about the scarf altogether.

That evening, as you were finishing up at work and preparing to leave, you grabbed the scarf that had been gifted to you and wrapped it around your neck before stepping out of the office.

Unbeknownst to you, the man who had given you the scarf felt a rush of joy upon seeing you wear it. Concealing his flushed cheeks, he quietly followed you out and spontaneously invited you to join him for dinner, explaining that he had given Seokmin the night off and now was in extreme need of a dinner companion, as Seokmin would fill in that position on most nights. It was unusual for him to make such a request, but you were both hungry and couldn't resist the offer of a free meal, even if it was from someone as harmless as him.

"So, what do you think?" Seungcheol asked as the two of you sat at the ramen shop waiting for your orders.

"About what?" You replied, genuinely puzzled by his question.

"Didn't you read the letter?" He asked, his face turning even redder as he mentioned it.

"What letter?" You responded, glancing around until Seungcheol nodded towards the bag in which he gave you the scarf, looking inside you noticed an envelope that matched the interior perfectly sitting at the bottom.

"Oh! I can read it now," you exclaimed.

"Don't worry about it right now," he interjected as the waiter arrived with your bowls of ramen.

Despite his reluctance to discuss the letter further, your curiosity only grew stronger after he dropped you off at your doorstep. Once inside your home, you wasted no time in retrieving the letter from your bag. Its contents filled you with excitement like never before.

The following day at the office, you placed another letter on Seungcheol's desk before getting on with your usual tasks, eager to see his reaction.

"So, let me get this straight—you've been dating our boss for the past month?" Exclaimed Jun, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner? How did this even happen?!" Chimed in Seokmin, equally stunned by the news.

As soon as you revealed your relationship with Seungcheol, you found yourself bombarded with a flurry of questions from your friends. It was amusing to witness their sheer astonishment, and yet, deep down, it felt incredibly rewarding to share this surprising news with them.

What started as a casual hangout quickly transformed into a lively interrogation session, with your friends firing off all sorts of curious inquiries. Most pressing among them was the question:

“How and when did all of this happen?!”

You couldn't blame them for their curiosity. It seemed like just yesterday that you had kidnapped Seungcheol off the street instead of his friend Mingyu, which resulted in Jeonghan gaining the perfect opportunity to bully you both half to death. And let's not forget the hell and back experience you were subjected to from Seungcheol himself, the man who had once resorted to extreme tactics to get you to quit as he was reminded of the oh so humiliating experience he went through every time he saw your face. But somehow, it all worked out in the end, and you couldn't be happier about how it turned out.

Near the end of your gathering, you couldn't resist the urge to pull out your phone and reveal the most treasured image in your gallery: a photograph capturing two pieces of paper resting on a desk. One paper bore a lengthy paragraph, while the other simply displayed a single, bold sentence:

"Take me out on a proper date first!"

The photo encapsulated perfectly how you both worked so well with each other. It was a sweet reminder of how unexpectedly love can bloom in the most unconventional of circumstances.

As your friends marveled at the photo, you couldn't help but reflect on how far you and Seungcheol had come in such a short time. Despite the initial hurdles and challenges you faced with the man, you were grateful for the bond you now shared—a relationship built on laughter, friendship, and, of course, a bit of unexpected romance.

The end hope you like it !!

#the k fic collection review #chee chats about; the kidnap mishap by excalibur-gone-missing #svt rec #svt fanfic #f: seventeen #p: choi seungcheol x reader #g: comedy #g: fluff #g: enemies to lovers #g: mafia au #r: sfw #wc: 5k to 10k

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dollwhite · 10 hours ago

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Face of another

[ aunt reader ] chapter 3

Seems like you didn’t do enough research on them. Bruce adopted another child, he had a problem. You were going to talk to him about that before leaving, but the boy seems to be about 15-16?

Maybe you could try and guess were the hell bruce found this one, in a villain attack? No there hasn’t been one of those in a while. And it seems he is quite comfortable, maybe he was adopted a few months back?

Found in crime Alley? No Jason would have found him first, and if he had? Oh he would never let Bruce adopt him.

From a one nightstand that died? Nah most women would have told Bruce the were pregnant, and get some money.

Parents Died in an accident? Maybe, possibly the closest one yet.

You were so in your thoughts, you didn’t hear.—Alfred call your name

“ oh apology’s, I didn’t hear you?” You said gently.

“Oh lady Al ghul, I was just asking if you planed on staying for dinner?” Alfred asked, sipping on his tea.

“Oh please call me, [reader]. But I will not be joking you all, as I have some ‘work’ to do.”

The rest if the family was silent, but who could blame them? Having your grandfather ask the twin of the daughter of the demon head to stay the night? Someone who you didn’t know existed until today?

Oh you would be livid, if that had been you. But father wasn’t like that thankfully.

“Ah that’s a shame—“ Alfred was saying before being caught off by Damian. That must have been something he learned from the Wayne family, your father and sister would never teach him that.

“Auntie I would like to come with you.” Damian announced.

“Well I don’t see why not, but you will have to get your father’s permission first. I don’t want him throwing a fit”

You could feel Bruce’s gaze on you, but did you care? Oh not one bit.

“Father may I go with auntie?”

A sigh came out of Bruce’s mouth before he finally said yes after thinking on it for a while. Damian know how to protect himself, and if you really were born into the league than you should know how to fight.

“ Reader I have been meaning to ask you this, how did you find that batcave?” Bruce asked he known you were Talia’s ‘twin’ but.

From what his been observing, it seems like you hadn’t had contact with the league for years. And that includes Talia, and maybe even the demons head himself.

“Don’t worry about it, I won’t give the location out.” You said sipping on your tea, Alfred had left a little while ago. Leaving you all alone in awkward silence.

The only only one that tried having a conversation with you, was Damian and that was no surprise.

“Keep him safe” Bruce said stoping you in your tracks. Damian was already sitting in the car waiting on you to get in. Swiftly turning your head around, you say

“I always do.” A smile took you face, instantly reminded Bruce of the mother of his son. He didn’t seem to realize you both look alike, the face of another..

The face he once loved.

Guysss I’m trying to get into the yandere part faster, but idk howawwww. Idk why I disappeared for like 3-4 days? Can u guys tell Bruce is slowly starting to get obsessed?? 😏

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transgenderer · 1 day ago

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as a kid i just took "zeus poseidon and hades drew lots to determine who would be king of what, and are truly equals" in stride with all the rest of the greek mythology, but the mention of it in the iliad (presumably how it reached "canonical" status, i would be surprised if this was part of any local cult practices) has me thinking about how weird it is.

the relationship between a god and their domain is strange, right? it's usually "behind the curtain", they're just the gods, they have their traits for no particular reason, in the same way a person is tall or has dark hair for no particular reason. but for the gods, their traits are also their domains, the thing they have ownership, control over. and humans DO have ownership for reasons, or at least from histories. so then the origin of a god's domain/powers/whatever becomes something to tell stories about. some ways a god can have a power

conquest: this is a classic. "overthrew the last guys, acquired their status". kind of unclear what the mechanism of magic power is though

assignment: a higher god will give or assign you a domain, as a duty-power. zeus does this, and i think they do this in hindu mythology too

artifact: some other god made a very powerful magical artifact, and if you have it, it gives you a particular power/domain

innate: the most common and very weird. aphrodite is the god of beauty, but WHY is she the god of beauty? idk. if she wasnt the god of beauty she wouldnt be aphrodite. "god of beauty" is a slot in concept space. something must occupy that slot, and the thing that occupies it will be by its nature the god of beauty. its almost like an anselm argument

lottery: the inspiring example of this post, and a very weird one! helps to remember that before probability there was something sort of inherently magical about random events. they were a chance for some deeper capricious fate to make itself known

but generally, these are not foregrounded questions! which is kind of interesting, because the theogony is one of the classic greek works, god-genealogies are very cross culturally common, its not that people are uninterested in the origin of the gods. but i guess it doesnt really occur to wonder why they have the powers they do? in the same way it doesnt occur to wonder why some people are cleverer than others, or whatever

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pussyydestroyer · 2 days ago

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“A little mistake”

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: On a shopping day, Sam says something that upset and hurt you too much, causing you to be curt and distant for a while, until she humbles herself to get your forgiveness.

Warning: Comments about the body, mention of complexity with the body, implicit trauma, body disgust, memories, crying, dry texts, implicit sex, fluff?? Idk

Word count: 3.3k

“Let me taste yours” you say cheerfully as you look at the chocolate bar Sam was eating next to you.

“No way. You have your own candy” Sam replies with a playful smile pointing at your sour gummies and pushing her candy away from you.

“Come on, don’t be mean. Just one piece”

She chuckles and rolls her eyes playfully knowing full well that she couldn’t say no to something like this “Okay. Just one and nothing more”

You watch with a triumphant smile as Sam breaks off a square of her peanut butter filled chocolate to pop the piece into your mouth. In gratitude you embrace her hug, squeezing her intertwined hands making her chuckle again.

You and Sam were having a nice unnecessary shopping trip to the mall. You had several bags in your hands with things that reminded you of each other to put in your respective apartments. You two weren’t living together yet because you two didn’t think the relationship was advanced enough to live in the same place, even though you’d been together for a while.

Sam carried most of the bags in his free hand since she didn’t like you carrying a lot of weight. You just didn’t protest and let her do it.

The afternoon was nice. There weren’t many people around and you just wanted to spend the rest of the day with your girl who had left work a couple of hours ago.

The bags swayed from side to side as you walked. You paid close attention when Sam told you how her day was, nodding and contributing at every turn to keep the conversation flowing.

“By the way, how’s Tara?” You asked when the conversation took a turn, making you remember her.

The previous times you went to her apartment Tara was never there or she would just appear for a moment before going out somewhere and coming back hours later.

“She’s fine” Sam assures you calmly. “She spends her time in Chad and Mindy’s place”

“With the boyfriend, huh?” You say mischievously as you glance at her out of the corner of your eye with a sly smile to add “Someone needs to be careful there” with raised eyebrows in suggestion.

She gasps dramatically and gives you a withering look. “Shut up” She nudges you as she laughs, completely understanding what you meant.

You stumble slightly laughing along with her, enjoying seeing her protective instinct for her younger sister.

You could see on her face that the idea disgusted her, so to try and calm her thoughts and worries you hugged her arm again, subtly resting your head on her shoulder.

She seemed to appreciate this gesture in the way she smiled again, bringing your hand intertwined with hers up to her lips to gently kiss your knuckles.

Every time she did this, a silly smile tugged at your lips. The act showed so much love in something so simple, and you valued it too much.

Her lips on your skin sent bursts of electricity through your body for a brief moment until your attention focused on something other than just her.

“Hey, look at that shirt. It’s pretty.” You tug on her arm excitedly as you see a mannequin behind the window wearing a shirt of your style, to get closer to the store.

She follows you and grabs you tightly, catching her off guard when you move quickly. “Yeah, I think it is.” She says, giving the mannequin a quick look up and down.

You give her a knowing smile and glance before pulling her back into the store. “I love it.” Come on, I want to buy it.”

You’ve always liked to let Sam know about things you’re doing or will be doing later, even if it’s something as simple as texting her and telling her you’re going to cook something or take a shower. She really appreciates it a lot, feeling like you’re taking a weight off her shoulders and knowing that you’re completely fine.

At first she seemed to like the idea, but in an instant her expression changed to one of doubt.

“Do you really like it?” Her voice was slightly displeased, it was almost unnoticeable, but you could tell something was going through her mind by seeing her expression.

You stopped in your tracks, as did she, when you looked at her in confusion at her slight disapproving tone. “Mmm, yes. Why?”

“No reason. I just think you should look for something else.” Her tone was soft and firm while you remained confused, not knowing where she was going with this.

She noticed your confusion and quickly spoke. “But if you like it, it’s okay.”

You blinked a few times, trying not to show the obvious disappointment on your face. “You don’t like it, do you?” You sounded weaker than you wanted to show.

She shook her head, trying to fix her words. “I didn’t say that.” Her soft voice made you look up. But then she said something you never thought you’d hear from her lips. “I just think you should look for something… that fits you.”

You stared at her stunned, not knowing what to say exactly.

Her words surprised you more than they should have. You’re a couple, and there should be honesty in the relationship, but this wasn’t an appropriate way to say things.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, trying to find the words.

“That I fit?” You repeated in a low, incredulous voice.

Sam fidgeted and bit the inside of her cheek, not wanting to make things worse.

“Uh, yes,” she hesitated, “something that suits you.”

Her voice echoed in your mind. That damn answer that you prayed your whole life for her to never say, made you remember that years ago you looked at yourself in the mirror crying because you didn't like your body.

Before going out with Sam, in a state of vulnerability, you told her about your complex with your body, even though you had already changed too much since the last time. She had told you that she didn't see anything wrong and that you were simply beautiful. That was what made you realize your true feelings for her.

Before, you would have cried right then, but since you were now a completely new woman, very different from many years ago, you look at Sam with furious eyes.

She always knew your weakness and it was unfair that she used it against you for something that she doesn't like.

Her eyes widened when she saw your features. She, knowing you well, speaks again before you blurt out angrily, “I mean, everything you wear looks great on you, I’m just saying try to find something…”

“My size,” you quickly interrupt her.

The silence that strikes again was more deafening than the everyday noise of the store.

She didn’t want to talk. She was sure she had screwed up and didn’t want to ruin things any further, and seeing your gaze made her more nervous.

After a while she nods weakly without looking at you. “Well…”

Perplexed, you blink several times. You felt your heart and stomach turn over at the cold words coming out of her lips. This hurt you, much more than a low blow.

“Of course I’m going to look for my size!” You burst out with rage and pain in your eyes as you moved your hands expressively. “I was showing it to you so you would give me your approval or something!”

Her shoulders tensed when you raised your voice. “And yes, I like it.” She looked at you again with a lump in her throat. “I was just trying to say that…”

“Am I fat?” You question her indignantly, raising an eyebrow.

“No. I’m not trying to say that.” Her head shakes frantically, wanting to explain herself as quickly as possible, but she couldn’t manage it with the withering way you looked at her.

“But thinking about it!”

Sam stutters. She felt cornered by the way you attack her. “I-… well… I mean…”

You dropped the bags, making a sharp sound against the floor. The hesitant way she said her words was the straw that broke the camel’s back of your pain. “I’m sorry if things look better on mannequins than on me!” You scoff.

“No babe, I’m just-“ She wanted to explain herself as soon as possible, but couldn’t find the words when you interrupted her again.

“I just wanted something nice for myself.”

She looked around with a quick flick of her eyes, just in case anyone was watching this little scandal. But no one seemed to care.

“And it is. But it’s very…” Sam scratches the back of her neck, meeting your eyes again.

She only got more and more cornered with each word she said, feeling small as she looked at your fierce gaze.

“Small for someone like me?” You spit out with venom and pain as you took a step forward.

“I- I-“

Your patience was wearing thin and your heart tightened in your chest at all her words.

She was quite sorry about all of this, but you continued anyway, with your pain and frustration spilling over.

“They always put the smaller sizes on display, and I was clearly going to look for one that fit me…”

“I know, I’m sorry-“ Her voice was so low that you couldn’t hear it.

“I didn’t want to hear my girlfriend tell me to my face how fat I am.”

Her heart broke at that very moment when you said those words. She was very sorry for putting you in that place, and deep down she knew she deserved it.

“I didn’t mean to… I never… I never said that.”

“But you thought about it for sure, right Samantha?”

She stayed silent, not knowing what to answer so as not to make things worse than they were. It hurt her that you called her by her full name, realizing how much it hurt you.

She looked at you with a vulnerable expression and her shoulders tense, regretful for everything that happened.

You stood there, arms crossed, staring at her for her to say something. But nothing came out of her lips. “I’m leaving”

You say with a broken and firm voice and then turn your back to her with the intention of leaving the place.

Her heart beats desperately when she sees you leaving, leaving her alone.

She bends down to pick up the bags you just threw away to follow you out of the store. “Love, please. Let me-“

“Leave me alone” you shouted, still with your voice breaking, without turning around, and then you got lost among the people.

She wanted to hug you, comfort you, and apologize for what she had just caused, but she knew you wanted to be alone. “Okay” she says in an inaudible voice as she stands still, without going after you again.

You left the mall with your heart tight in your chest, heading towards the subway. It was a longer ride, but you were going to take it anyway.

A few hours ago, Sam had picked you up from your apartment in her car to go to the mall together, but now you couldn’t ask her to take you back because you didn’t want to see her.

The whole way there you couldn’t stop thinking about her words. You looked out the window and the only thing that echoed in your mind was her clumsiness in telling you things.

You wanted to accept it, but it simply hurt and made you angry. So many emotions at the same time.

When you got home, you collapsed face down on the couch exhausted.

You let out a big sigh before pulling your phone out of your pocket and realizing that Sam had left over twenty messages and two missed calls. She had gotten there earlier and was still online.

It hurt you to understand that even though you were mad at her, Sam still cared about you.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch and read each of the messages.

Each message represented how worried and sorry she was, asking for forgiveness and sending you a picture of some random cat from the internet.

Your weakness was those little felines, but you weren't going to let it go that easy. You read her messages and decided to take a quick shower before answering her.

And so you did. You left her on read and went to take a quick shower, even though it was late you didn't care.

When you got out of the shower with a towel around you, the phone vibrated again. You picked it up and saw that it was another call from Sam. You automatically hung up and texted her so she wouldn't worry too much.

You were mad at her. Yes. But that wasn't a reason to ghost her and disappear from her life.

Your replies to her messages were short and dry showing how upset you were.

She didn't let it go. She felt worse and worse for not having your usually long and catchy messages, with some emoji at the end.

And so it was until the next day, where you didn't talk too much because you were busy with your respective jobs.

But each one was thinking about the other.

Sam worried and remorseful for making you feel bad, and you upset and sad for being away from her.

The dry messages continued throughout a torturous day.

You both didn't like being angry with each other and Sam didn't want to be this way anymore. It hurt her heart to know that the reason you're so distant is because of her and she wanted to end it.

The next day you arrived at your apartment in the afternoon. You hadn't thought about her for a few hours because you were constantly busy with your duties and obligations.

You changed into more casual and comfortable clothes and then filled a small watering can with water.

You walked to the balcony and leaned over the railing, where you had a flower pot hanging out to water.

Your gaze was neutral as you focused on your task until a voice that you would recognize anywhere pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Babe, please” It was Sam who was in the middle of the street yelling up, waiting for you to notice her.

She was carrying a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. She was wearing a shirt that made her look somewhat formal. You didn’t know if it was because she had just gotten off work or if she had prepared for the occasion, but either option piqued your interest.

“I know I fucked up, I shouldn’t have said all those things, but please perdóname mi amor”

She desperately begged for you to forgive her, while waving her already busy hands.

Seeing her like this made your heart skip a beat in affection, and you leaned on the railing to get a better look at her behavior.

You live on the fourth floor, which meant that Sam was yelling more than necessary and doing everything she could to make you hear her.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear. I don’t know what I was thinking at that moment, but I promise it won’t happen again”

She was really sorry, and you knew it immediately. You felt like you couldn’t be mad at her anymore, but you wanted to see where this was going.

You noticed how the neighbors from the other floors came out to see the scandal that was happening on the street, although Sam didn’t seem to notice. All her concentration went on you.

“I understand that you’re mad at me and that you don’t want to see me, just let me fix things.”

Mutters could be heard in the apartment below you before you realized that one of the neighbors was watching you, realizing that the yells coming from the other woman were for you.

“Eres el amor de mi vida and I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You melted at that very moment and your cheeks blushed furiously when you heard some ‘Aww’ But even so Sam didn’t notice the crowd.

A car was coming at a very slow speed down the street when it stopped next to Sam because she didn’t move from the spot.

“I didn’t mean all those things, really…” The driver being an asshole, honks his horn managing to make her jump in fright and forcing her to back up to get on the sidewalk. But she continued anyway. “You are incredibly beautiful with anything on, even without them you are”

You laugh nervously at her words and she blushes when she hears what she said.

More people on the street stop when they see her, and that’s when she notices all those people who are watching her.

“I know I hurt you and I feel really bad about it, but I can’t stand this distance that I caused anymore.”

“I want to hold you again, feel your skin against mine and tell you how much I love you…”

The murmuring grew louder, realizing how nervous Sam was now. Your heart was pounding and all you wanted to do was hug her and kiss her.

“I promise I’ll be good this time and think things through before I say them… Just forgive me. It won’t happen again.”

Sam was about to get on her knees when you motioned for her to come up. You didn’t want her to humiliate herself any further for you. Not with so many people watching.

Her smile spreads at your signal and as if she were almost running, she enters the building.

People clap and whistle when they see this beautiful moment, giving her intangible words of support.

You walk away from the balcony, still with your cheeks flushed, and walk towards the door, which you open waiting for her to arrive.

After a few moments, she appears with the bouquet of flowers and the chocolates and hands them to you as soon as she sees you, her expression tired and out of breath. She had taken the stairs instead of the elevator.

Despite everything that had happened out there, you wanted to keep looking at her coldly, but you couldn’t do it.

“Look. I know my words the other day weren’t the best, but I want you to know that everything I said out there was serious. I would never lie to you with something like that. And yes, I messed up. I just ask that you forgive me…”

You tried to look at her with a blank expression, but seeing her pleading eyes and desperately breathless voice made a smile betray you.

“Yes. I forgive you.”

Her eyes widened in surprise at hearing those simple words, when she had been waiting for them for a few days now. “Really?”

“Of course. You already humiliated yourself enough for today,” you say amused with a smile.

She lets out a sigh of relief before leaning in and filling your face with soft kisses. “Thank you,” she murmurs against your skin.

You chuckle and wrap your arms around her neck as her hands gently grab your waist to get closer.

Her kisses continued on your skin, playfully moving down to your neck until her lips found yours, forming a tender and passionate kiss as you smiled against her.

Hours later, you found yourself naked in your bed, clothes strewn all over the bedroom floor and a sleeping Sam in your arms with her leg bent over your hip and a hand on your chest. A silent way to not let you go again.

Thank you so much for the support of the previous fanfic. I honestly didn't think many people would read it, but here we are. I promise to improve in my writing as I upload more stories, also, I have some more ideas for fanfics with Sam, so I will write them for future uploads until I become obsessed with someone else 😽

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loves1ckmoth · 1 day ago

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ACCESSORY TO CRIME

Criminal!Abby × Partner in Crime!Reader

Warnings ♡: Implied hitman!abby, fem!reader, talking about feelings, awkward, idk, I've never written something like this before, reader and abby are in love but they don't realize it, petname used once (doll), they kiss and it's implied they had sex after but I didn't write it in please don't be mad

Word count ♡: 879

A criminal. That's what you were. That's what Abby was. Well, Abby was more of a criminal. You were an accessory, her lackey, practically a servant. She got in a fight with an old colleague? You were to clean the blood out of the carpet. There was evidence left behind from the place she stole from? She sent you to destroy it all. She had a target she needed to get alone? You were expected to seduce them.

And you did so without complaint and with a smile on your face. But lately, something’s been bothering you. It’s not the crimes that weigh on you, far from it. It’s the implications that come with the job. You two were around each other all the time. She saw you at your most obedient, and you saw her at her most depraved.

You sit next to her, fresh from a shift at the bar where she gets her clients. You hear the gentle sliding of her knife against a leather slice as she sharpens it. The silence is comfortable, but thoughts nag at you, and it catches her attention. “Speak.” She all but commands. “What?” Your voice is much quieter, still trying to recover from shouting at drunk people.

“Something is on your mind. You’ve been like this for the past few days. Don’t tell me you’re getting sick of cleaning up.” She throws you a sideways glance, ceasing the slide of her knife against the leather. “It’s… I’m not sure. I’m confused.” She huffs, leaning back. “What’s there to be confused about?”

“Us.” Your mouth goes dry as soon as it leaves you. She freezes up, fully turning to look at you. “What about us…?” You want to curl up and plug your ears. You want to take it all back. “This is so stupid.” You groan, sliding your hands down your face. “No, answer me.” She says sternly, pulling your hands away from your face.

“I want to know what we are.” Your voice is even quieter, having been lowered due to your embarrassment. A red-hot blush slowly crawls up her neck to her face. “You order me around and say weird things and it’s making me question everything. I never brought it up because I didn’t want to ruin things between us, but it’s been eating me up inside. Please..” Abby has been stunned into silence. You sit in agony as you wait for a response.

“Well…” She starts slowly, leaning back up against the wall with her hands clasped in her lap. “You’re the one who cleans up my messes and helps me with my… business. I’ve grown accustomed to your company. It worries me when you’re away for too long. It makes me feel homesick.” Your head raises from where you’ve hidden it from between your legs to look at her. “I hate watching you talk to the men I send you to bring to me. I know I order you to and all, but it leaves a foul taste in my mouth.”

Her words end abruptly and you sit in uncomfortable silence. Neither of you speak for several minutes, but you finally build up the courage to. “So is this whole thing… mutual?” Abby’s gaze flits over to you before snapping back to look straight ahead. She shrugs and places her hand on the concrete ground between you. Your hand gently moves and covers hers. She lets you, her pinky moving to curl around yours.

“I think so. Do you want it to be mutual?” Abby’s voice has taken on a softer tone, leaving a comforting feeling in the air. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” She retracts her hand at that, grabbing her knife and leather as she goes back to sharpening her blade. “Good. You’ll still be expected to do as I say. Probably even more so now.” You whine and smack her shoulder. “Abby! Seriously?”

She giggles meanly as she sets down her tools. “I’m kidding. Kind of. I do mean it, you will continue to do this. You don’t have a choice. But…” Her hand gently glides up your arm and grasps your chin in her hands. “I’ll reward you now if you do it properly.” She smiles more as your face heats up. Your voice almost fails you, but you manage to squeeze out a sentence from between your lips. “When did you get so bold? Just a second ago you couldn’t look me in the eye.”

There's a strange gleam in her eyes now. It’s hard to pinpoint, but her voice has dropped an octave and she’s grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You give me confidence, doll. Is that so bad?” She kisses the side of your lips softly before pulling away completely. You freeze up, staring at her for a moment. She quirks an eyebrow at you, taunting you.

Your hands twitch for a moment before you tackle her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her as you straddle her. “You’re such a tease… and so unfair.” She smirks once she recovers. “Can’t even wait until we get back to the apartment… and I thought I was the debauched one.” You frown, and she smiles sweetly up at you. “Shut up.” You snap and crash your lips together.

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markantonys · 7 hours ago

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speculating on a couple of tidbits from the interviews! book spoilers in my thoughts for sure, and potential show spoilers as well given that the cast has been revealing a fair amount of specific information in these interviews.

if you want to know which tidbit comes from which interview, i probably will not be able to tell you because i've been watching/reading so many of them all day haha

off the top, i might be wishful thinking, but i just keep getting the vibe that rafe & the cast lowkey know s4 is happening but just aren't allowed to say so yet. idk, just little sentences here and there where they seem to speak about next season/s4 as if it's a given and then tack on a "hopefully" "if we get renewed".

rafe said that lanfear and lews therin haven't had a scene together "YET [significant look]", so i'm hoping this means we'll get a flashback of them this season!!! whether as a cold open or as part of the rhuidean sequence. this season flirting with the idea of rand genuinely falling for and siding with lanfear makes it the perfect time to include a lanfear/lews flashback, so i think the odds are good!

he also confirmed that both lews therin and ishamael are in this season, which we already basically knew given that both actors were leaked to be returning, ishy is on the poster, and lews is a guaranteed presence every season.

various Forsaken Comments from him and natasha imply to me that we'll be meeting more than one new one this season (notably, the discussion about lanfear trying to ally with the other forsaken sounded like they were talking about more than one potential ally, and we can probably assume moggy is not included as a potential ally lanfear is courting since she made her stance clear to lanfear in s2). we already figured we'd be getting asmodean this season since it's his time to enter, and between "gaebril" confirmed as a character and leaks of a possible sammael audition script, it's definitely never been crazy to think we could get 2+ new ones this season, but still, very exciting to consider!

i may be misremembering, but i believe josha made a comment indicating that the bubble of evil mirror attack at the inn (which he confirmed involves an Evil Rand trying to kill egwene) happens *before* egwene's accepted test in the first episode. this is interesting because i'd been assuming that egwene's accepted test would be one of the first things we see after the shredding and that the bubbles of evil would be the ending climax of the first episode. if rand and egwene are hooking up or about to hook up during the bubbles of evil, then now we're looking at that being maybe midway or 2/3 through the episode instead of the very end, which potentially leaves some space for them to have some kind of Relationship Talk by the end of the first episode, whether that be an official breakup or just a not-yet-final expression of the idea that things aren't going so well between them. their connection will continue to be a focal one of the whole season, of course, but i'm curious to see how long it will take the Final Breakup to occur. will that happen early on and they're in an awkward exes-who-still-care-about-each-other phase for the rest of the season, or will they be will-they-won't-they-ing for most of the season before officially calling it quits?

rosamund mentioned that moiraine and rand are so affected by what they see in rhuidean that lan can't get through to moiraine and egwene can't get through to rand when they first return. so at the very least, egwene is still providing (or attempting to) emotional support to rand in SOME capacity by midseason (but i would expect that to be the case regardless of their official relationship status, since they continue to care about each other no matter what). feels like a potentially similar vibe to book!rand retreating into his hermit crab shell after hearing the tale of his parents post-rhuidean and not wanting to talk to anyone (besides mat sitting calmly and quietly with him all day, RIP to a great cauthor moment </3 but the show has already invented so many other great cauthor moments that i'll call it even!)

it's a shame that maddy and zoe aren't part of this round of interviews, at least so far, because i'd love to hear some randgwene insight from maddy to add color to josha's and rafe's perspectives! josha seems ready to call randgwene a fully past love whereas rafe makes it sound like a more drawn-out arc, so i don't know exactly what to expect. not mad about having mysteries left, though!

donal mentioned mat is uncontrollably spouting old tongue, which i'm guessing might be the "downside" (or one of multiple downsides?) of being the hornblower that one of this morning's interviewers referred to. i'm forgetting any other specific Mat Things of note (aside from rafe confirming that they got to do that mat-siuan TDR scene basically exactly as it is in the book), but overall i just love the way donal talks about the character, it's so clear how in tune he is with mat's emotional depth and inherent goodness and not just his Cool Guy persona that so much of the fandom sees as the main piece of his character. (i'm tired of the "mat is finally coming into his own and becoming more like himself" fan takes, if you didn't love him at his saddest wettest and most pathetic then you don't deserve him at his coolest!) ooh, something i loved was donal mentioning somewhere that mat doesn't like having people depend on him and linking that to his childhood trauma of not being able to rely on his own parents and of being parentified very young with his little sisters. not sure whether mat's backstory will actually be that relevant to his characterization this season or if donal was just psychoanalyzing mat for his own interest, but either way i love it! another great example of taking a trait that book!mat has (doesn't want responsibility) and grounding it in something more mature/relatable that makes mat seem a bit more sympathetic and a bit less flakey/irresponsible/childish. donal's repeated emphasis on mat's loyalty to his friends and wanting to be their emotional support (to the extent where he wishes his only role was Emotional Support Of Important Friends rather than being important himself) makes my heart very happy <3

marcus seems so excited for us to see faile and her relationship with perrin, and that makes me excited! it sounds like she's going to bulldoze into perrin's life as a breath of fresh air to give him a kick in the pants and jog him out of his moping ("moping" being marcus's word for it, not mine haha no one can say perrin isn't justified in moping given everything he's been through to date!). perrin and faile were always an exercise in opposites attract, but the way marcus talks about it makes it sound like the show is really committed to showing why someone so different from perrin is good for him and betters his life (and no doubt vice versa once we get to know faile and HER life more and see how perrin is good for her), which is really sweet and gets at the best of what this romance could be. he also mentioned them being aware of faile being a divisive character and isabella worrying people wouldn't like her haha don't worry girl there are lots of us in your corner!! only tasteless fools hate faile!

i'm wondering about when min might arrive. when marcus was listing out characters who are hanging out at the start of the season, he only namedropped the EF5, elayne, and aviendha, and so far we have nothing to indicate that min is involved in the tavern bonding times. that doesn't mean she isn't! since we also know there are additional characters not mentioned by marcus (bain, chiad, loial). still, i wouldn't be surprised if she doesn't show up until episode 2 or 3 in order to leave a bit more space in ep1 for all the other characters we have to catch up with. curious to see whether they'll make an effort to have her encounter rand and aviendha before they go, or if, like in cairhien in s2, they'll let her and rand be briefly in the same place without crossing paths. it wouldn't hurt to remind us that they know each other and take another step in establishing a connection, but rand has already got so many relationship dynamics new and old going on this season and he already had a good (and fairly lengthy, not to mention emotionally significant) one-on-one scene with min back in s1, so min might be lower on the list of characters who need to have Rand Time before he heads off to the waste.

there was a mention (i think by rafe) of nynaeve and elayne hunting the black ajah in the halls of the tower (in the context of them wanting to make the tower's visual ambience more spooky this season), so that must be what they're up to in the first few episodes since they don't head out to tanchico until the back half.

ceara and an interviewer made reference to elayne feeling torn between her duty to andor and to her other adventures out in the world, which further solidifies my guess that the scene of elayne putting on a crown is an IRL scene of morgase applying some pressure to her about the Weight Of The Crown during her visit to the tower. also, ceara and ayoola said that elayne and avi feel an immediate connection because they have so much in common in terms of duty etc and have more similarities than differences despite seeming to be such opposite women on the outside <3 name a more iconic duo than avirandlayne + the inherent romance of duty!

rafe confirmed there is a new shadowspawn type this season, but it isn't a draghkar. i don't remember what other kinds there are and also don't really care, so i'll leave this with you nerds (affectionate) to speculate on.

i felt josha was getting into veeeeery dangerous waters when he mentioned filming an emotional scene involving rand and moiraine that felt like they were saying goodbye, but he said that rosamund in that scene was the best acting performance he's ever seen and she was like "oh! you've never told me that" and was clearly very touched, and it was so sweet!!

god i feel like there were so many other random little tidbits that i was intrigued by, but i'm forgetting them already, which is probably for the best so that i don't know TOO much going in!

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angeliolo · 22 hours ago

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remember everything

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chap. 2 - linger

the music blared, heavy bass vibrating against the sand beneath my bare feet. laughter and chatter began to blend with each crash of the waves against the shore, but to me all i heard was background noise- muffled, distant, unimportant.

I should’ve been having fun- my friends were five rounds into drinks and high off their minds, but for some reason i wasn’t feeling it tonight. i glanced back over to the bonfire, watching everyone’s dancing shadows bounce back onto the sand. Through all of the movement, i noticed him- a still point in the middle of all the motion.

- time skip three hours -

as the night went on, the music lost its urgency- thumping bass now a sluggish rhythm barley holding what little people were left entertained. i watched as the waves fought against the sand and swallowed up empty solo cups.

“why’d you come to this party if you knew you weren’t going to enjoy it” chris says, snapping me out of my trance. “huh?” i say looking back at him. chris pauses. “i mean you just told me how everyone down here is shallow and boring, so why waste your night with them?” i open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out- he was right. why did i spend my time with people i could barley call my friends?

“i mean i dont completely hate everyone here, for the most part they’re all chill its just that- i mean. idk its complicated.” i look as the gaze in chris’ eyes softened, “i get that, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to” he says with a slight smile.

his subtle kindness lapped at my tiring soul, for the first time in forever i met a guy who wanted more than just meaningless hookups. as we walk along the night filled beach i sigh lightly and open my mouth.

“you know chris, you’re a lot different than the guys down here” chris looks at me, his eyes glimmering despite the darkness surrounding us, “really? we’ve only known eachother for less than 24 hours, how could i possibly be any different than the guys you know” he says with a chuckle. “all the guys i know either want strictly sex or are immune to having meaningful conversations. i mean don’t get me wrong i have my fair share of guy friends, but none of which id ever be friends with if it weren’t for the fact ive known them forever.”

as my eyes avert back to chris, i notice him pause and look up at the night sky. “you’re telling me every guy down here only wants sex? that’s lowk fucked, do they not know there’s more to a pretty girl like you than just your body?” he says shaking his head.

his comment definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by me. “you think i’m pretty?” i say with a cocky smirk growing on my face. despite the fact the two of us spent the past few hours exchanging our struggle with fitting into our environments, my confidence and ego always won over. “i’ve only known you for like what? four hours? and you’re already calling me pretty. tbh chris you didn’t strike me as the bold type” i jokingly say

“oh cmon! you knew what i meant” chris says with blush creeping up on his face, but the lack of light around us hid the fact. as we continued our walk down the beach we continued to talk about everything. for some reason chris felt like the steady tide in a restless sea, i could tell him anything without feeling like he’d pull me under and crash all over me.

our shared chatter and giggles suddenly died down, and the breaking of the sea became amplified- creating comforting silence between our bodies. as i sneak a look at chris im already met with his eyes on mine. our shared glances linger as i feel our face subconsciously inch closer.

“yk i meant what i said earlier” he says. “what?” i say with confusion. “that you’re pretty. and there’s more to you” he says, his cold breath grazing my lips. a smile creeps up on my face as i move my face even closer to his and conne-

“CHRIS FUCK WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN.” i look over at the voice interrupting us, it’s his brother matt. “chris holy shit i’ve been walking down this whole beach drunk. where the fuck were you, let’s go back to the house cmon” the boy says stumbling over himself and pulling chris away from me. as chris is pulled away our eyes stay on each others for what feels like an eternity. as chris’ presence slowly leaves mine a wave of loneliness rushes over me, i slowly walk back to my house thinking about nothing other than the night i spent with him.

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kezdispenser · 11 hours ago

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I need more of Sensei Wolf like ASAP maybe something like reader and wolf both sensei the Iron Dragons and readers the only one who’s ever been able to land a point on him and is just a cam badass and they fall for each other and reader makes him soft and they secretly date or something idk I just need more because I’m hooked

No Reservations | Sensei Wolf x Fem!reader

Summary: The request

Word count: 550

A/N: I’m sorry this was so short but it’s like 4AM right now i’m trying to complete everyone’s requests

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The first time you landed a point on Wolf, the whole dojo went silent.

You didn’t celebrate. Didn’t smirk. Just stepped back into position, waiting for him to reset. But Wolf didn’t move. He just stood there, rolling out his shoulder, tilting his head like he was recalibrating. Like he was seeing you—really seeing you—for the first time.

You held his stare, calm, steady.

Then, without a word, he lunged.

——

The tension didn’t go away after that.

If anything, it got worse.

Sparring turned into something else—something quieter, something charged. You were calm by nature, steady in the way you fought, in the way you carried yourself. But Wolf? He was a storm. And yet, for some reason, you weren’t afraid of the lightning.

So when he cornered you after training, arms braced on either side of the lockers, caging you in without touching you, you just looked up at him, unbothered.

“You ever gonna tell me why you keep looking at me like that?” His voice was low, rough.

Then he stepped closer, hands settling at your waist—not pulling, not forcing, just there.

You inhaled slowly. “It’s not a good idea.”

His lips twitched—just slightly, just enough to be dangerous. “Waiting for someone else?”

Your pulse jumped, but your face stayed neutral. “Maybe.”

Wolf’s grip tightened—just enough to ground you, just enough to let you know he wasn’t buying it. Then he dipped his head, breath hot against your neck.

“No.”

Then he went for it, mouth pressing against your pulse point, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to hear exactly what it did to you.

Your breath hitched, fingers tightening around the fabric of his gi. He hummed, lips grazing lower.

“Why aren’t you stopping me now?” His voice was a murmur, dark and amused. “Aren’t you waiting for someone else?”

A breathy, barely-there “No.”

Wolf smirked against your skin. “Good.”

Then his hand curled around your jaw, tilting your chin up just enough for his mouth to catch yours, and he kissed you—slow at first, then deeper, hungrier.

Like he had already decided.

Like you were his.

And just as he pulled back, just enough for his lips to brush against yours, he murmured, “Because I don’t fucking share.”

The words sank into your skin, into your bones. His lips hovered over yours again, close enough that you could still taste him on your breath.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then you did.

You tugged him back in, mouth slanting over his, and this time, there was no hesitation—just heat, just need. His hands slid down, gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him like he’d already decided you weren’t going anywhere.

When you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling.

“You should get back,” you murmured, but you didn’t pull away.

Wolf exhaled a low chuckle, his fingers flexing against your waist. “You’re the one still holding on.”

And you were.

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mizusbabygirl · 7 hours ago

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hihihi i’m a big fan of your work. can you write a fic about semi meeting your family for the first time, like at a family event. but it ends in like smut fucking you in the bathroom or something idk i feel like that would b hot. no pressure to write this, ty! 😋

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player 380 (se-mi) x fem reader ────୨ৎ──── cw: strap usage (se-mi referring to it as a dick), edging, bathroom sex, fingering, mirror fucking

preview: you and se-mi have been dating for a long period of time and your family finally agreed on meeting her by inviting her to a family event. little did you know that inviting her would take a turn for the best…

“se-mi! you’re here too early! but it’s whatever, come in,” you greet her as you were busy putting on the new pair of earrings se-mi has gotten for you the other day.

“are you sure your family will like me? i mean, you did tell me that your family had a weird feeling about me,” se-mi said, worry growing in her eyes.

“of course they will! they did have a weird feeling about you when we first became friends, but now that we’re dating, they’ve always insisted on getting to meet you,” you say with honesty, hoping the worried look on her face would disappear.

se-mi smiled upon hearing your words that basically reassured her that everything will be okay.

later that evening, you and your family were gathered around the large dining table and having a feast. se-mi was seated next to you and tried to avoid eye contact with everyone around her. you could tell she was uncomfortable since some of your relatives would constantly ask her questions regarding where she lives, works, studies, etc. in that moment, you got to meet your girlfriend’s new side.

se-mi was always outspoken around you and was never afraid to speak her mind. but tonight, your girlfriend acted like a completely different person. the pity feeling you felt for her as you watched her look more and more uncomfortable, your relatives clearly not respecting her personal space by continuing to ask questions or make comments about the way she looked or acted. some of the comments were positive and some were sarcastic.

you’ve had enough and decided to excuse yourself to the restroom and brought se-mi along with you.

you shut the door behind you, making sure to lock it. you turned to look at se-mi, who was already in tears. your first instinct was to embrace and wipe her tears away.

“i’m so sorry baby, i didn’t expect them to act this way,” you apologize.

se-mi shakes her head and says, “no, don’t worry. i’ll be fine as long as i’m with you.”

her body softened upon feeling your hands caress her short black hair.

you press kisses on her cheeks as you feel her holding you tighter and closer to her. those kisses soon turned into a kiss on the lips, then to a hot makeout session.

nobody could hear the two of you since your relatives were busy probably having a conversation or something.

her tongue swirled around your mouth and so did yours.

se-mi stopped the kiss and looked at you in the eyes and smiled. “i forgot to mention how lovely you look in this dress,” she said as her hands started to roam around your body slowly, caressing you, making you feel some sort of way that made a bolt of ecstasy strike in your body.

you were wearing a dark red short dress that looked classy yet sexy.

“fuck..” semi whispered, her voice reeking with lust and love as her hands gripped onto your hips.

“se-mi, please,” you insisted, clearly wanting her to have sex with you in the bathroom since all your relatives left the home already.

se-mi’s eyes darkened, her grip growing tighter on your body.

“thank god i brought this,” se-mi said with a smirk as she pulled out a black 7 inch strap-on from her bag.

you felt your heart pounding, your nipples growing hard to an extent and not to mention, the wetness in your pussy, knowing that in less than 10 minutes, you were going to get your pussy pounded by her.

se-mi had you on the bathroom counter, on all fours, your back arched and undressed. you whimpered as you felt her finger trace around your outer lips, whilst her other hand was placed on your ass, caressing it gently. “did you shave your cunt for me?” she teased as she slid her finger in, making a small wet squelch sound. “you’re so wet already,” she smacked your ass making you shiver, “did i really make you this wet?” she asked as she began pumping her finger in and out of you. “and do you think i’m going to get any wetter with you fingering me at a slow fucking pace with one finger?” you said, clearly sounding impatient.

without her saying anything, she granted your wish by adding another digit inside of you and sped up her fingering pace. you’re not used to this and you didn’t expect it to hurt. moans of pain and pleasure escaped from your mouth as you felt her add another fucking finger inside your already beat pussy.

she was being so fucking cruel she straight up pulled out without letting you orgasm or anything.

she watched your pussy pulsate, your inner folds basically breathing in and out, looking like they’re about to explode.

“se-mi.. mmm.. i want.. you… se-mi.. don’t make me… fucking suffer…” you uttered, sounding like you were dick deprived. se-mi licked her lips watching your back arch more. the sight of your pussy looking wetter and wetter, and the sight of your ass lifted for her and for her only made her own pussy wet as well as she began equipping her strap-on. she had some trouble adjusting the strap to her liking but she eventually figured it out. se-mi got on the counter with you, praying the counter won’t randomly collapse.

she gave your ass a sharp slap, making it jiggle before slowly sliding her cock inside of your pussy. this all happened to your surprise and your pussy was clearly too tight to support the width of her strap’s dildo.

you screamed out as she fucked her way through inside you, ripping away your virginity for good and stretching you open.

skin slapping sounds filled the room as she pounded you relentlessly with her big strap-on, her hips snapping against your ass over and over again. you could’ve sworn the fucking counter was about to collapse any minute now. se-mi slapped your ass and uttered, “this has to be the best dick you’ve ever received in your life.” se-mi began uttering complete nonsense as she moaned in between her words and so did you. “look at you, fucking look at you,” she said as she lifted your head up by grabbing a fistful of your hair to take a look at yourself in the mirror.

your cheeks were flushed, you looked adorable. your hair looked messed up, your mascara looked smudged.

eventually, se-mi ended up fucking you on the bathroom floor in missionary. she wanted to get a better view of your pussy flaps spreading open each time she thrusted in and out of you.

“se-mi, baby, i’m going to cum..” you cry out as you squirt all over her strap-on and have the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever had. let’s not forget the one she had as well after you got the chance to finger her right after.

what a miracle that no one happened to be in the house whilst se-mi was fucking your brains out.

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