#but i did say she can talk words to me if she wants for some reason so there's that too

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Vacation In Vietnam

Kim Bora (SuA), Jang Seungyeon x Male Reader

Tags: 100% anal, A2M, ass eating, best friends, big butt, bikinis, clit fingering, cum on ass, dirty talking, doggy, hotel sex, lap dance, nip slips, no-hands blowjobs, poolside sex, sex toys, sloppy, swimming, throatfucking, tourist, twerking, wet bodies, wild girls

Word count: 5497

You had just checked into your hotel in the beautiful resort town of Da Nang, in Vietnam, after a very long flight that still left you jet-lagged. As you climbed upstairs, you found the hotel's pool, just as a beautiful East Asian woman emerged from it.

"Come swim with me," the woman told you. I just arrived from a long flight, and I need some time to rest," you told her. Take your time," she answered back. "By the way, what is your name?" you asked her.

"Bora, but you can call me SuA," she answered. "Such a nice name, SuA," you told her as you headed towards your bedroom, which gave you a perfect view of SuA swimming with her sexy butt up. She wasn't exactly the best swimmer but you really enjoyed watching her from afar fighting the pool tides while showcasing her sexy body.

After some good rest, you finally felt like it was time to know her better, so you headed into the locker room beside the pool, just as you were entering, you found a sexy tanned Asian woman who was taking a mirror selfie as she flaunted her hot body by wearing a black bikini with white straps that exposed some of her underboob.

"What are you looking at?" The tanned woman suddenly asked you. "Er, nothing," you answered her, trying to deflect. But she knew you were lying. "You were looking at my hot body and my big ass, weren't you, pervert?" she asked again. "No, no," you answered her, trying not to get yourself in trouble.

"Come on, I wasn't born yesterday, all those guys when they see me like that start to look at me with some naughty eyes. And I love that," she told you, throwing you off balance. "I can see why, that body is hard to resist," you told her. "Yes, a dancer needs to always stay in shape," she answered.

"So you're a dancer, interesting," you told her. "Yeah, my friend swimming by the pool is too," she answered. "SuA? How long have you known each other?" you asked her. "Nearly a decade, we even did a few collaborations together, and we can sing too" the woman answered.

"By the way, I didn't even ask your name yet," you told her. "I'm Seungyeon," she promptly answers you. "How did you get such a tanned body?" you asked her. "Let's say it's very sunny at the places I usually perform these days," she answered. "Wanna swim with me?" she then asked. "Sure," you told her.

You and Seungyeon headed towards the pool, where you two found SuA still swimming. Seungyeon laughed at her friend. "She's trying, but let's say she isn't the best swimmer out there," she said.

SuA emerged from the pool and headed in your direction. "I see you found my best friend," she told you. "We had some nice chatting about how bad of a swimmer you are," Seungyeon pranked SuA."

"Then teach me," SuA says as she tosses Seungyeon's hot body into the pool. "AHHHHH," Seungyeon screams, caught off guard. "You should check this bitch's Instagram, all she does is travel, twerking, and posting pics of herself in a bikini," SuA tells you. "Add us," she says, trading their contacts with you before you two drop your phones and join Seungyeon on the pool.

Seungyeon swims with ease, much better than SuA, but her best friend wants her to do something different. "Twerk that big booty for him like that time you did it with Kei," SuA says.

Seungyeon promptly obliges and starts shaking her ass to perfection. "Damn, she is really good at it," you tell SuA. "She can really dance to anything, you ought to be impressed," SuA says as Seungyeon turns around, giving you hand signals to come closer.

"Sit here, baby boy," Seungyeon tells you as she guides you to a shallower place at the pool. She teases you, throwing her ass closer to your face and bouncing it frantically, before sitting on your lap and start performing a hot grinding dance that gives you an instant boner as soon as her fat ass bumps against your shorts.

"Looks like he's enjoying it," Seungyeon says, noticing your erection rubbing against her clothed ass. "How about we add some boobs to the mix?" she asks, bringing SuA closer to her and pulling her bra to the side just enough for her nipples to pop out.

"Come on, baby boy, suck those nipples," Seungyeon tells you as she pushes SuA's tits right in your face. "What if someone sees us?" you asked her. "Don't worry, I always have everything under control, there are just the three of us at this hotel," Seungyeon says, reassuring you and showcasing her commanding leadership skills.

As you enjoy sucking SuA's perky tits, Seungyeon keeps teasing you, turning in your direction, facing you eye to eye as she grinded her ass faster and faster against your clothed cock while giving you some teases of her nipples by pulling her bikini as well. "Mine's are not as big as hers, but I got the ass to compensate," Seungyeon says. "And what a great ass she's got," SuA says, complimenting her best friend.

"Tell me how much you want to fuck this big fat ass, baby boy," Seungyeon asks you. "A lot, I want to take you two to my bedroom and fuck both of you right now," you told them. "Bedroom? That's for amateurs. Don't be silly, we are gonna fuck right by the side of this pool, with your bodies completely wet," Seungyeon said.

"Follow me," Seungyeon says as she keeps giving the instructions, carrying you and SuA alongside. Damn, that woman seems to have an endless appetite but you surely aren't complaining. "Oh my God, your bodies look so hot when wet," you tell both girls. SuA blushes and starts giggling. "You're damn right," Seungyeon says.

Seungyeon opens her bag on the side of the pool, unveiling a pair of pocket-sized sex toys. "A good whore always carries them everywhere she goes," she says. "Are you ready to take us, baby boy? We'll do anything you want," she continues. "Anything?" you ask her, still unsure. "Yes, anything," she confirms.

"I wonder if she can take the biggest one," Seungyeon says. "Well, let's find out" SuA answers, getting herself on all fours at the pool chair. "You know I love talking about my big ass, but Bora's got a nice one too," Seungyeon says, massaging her friend's butt with both hands.

"Just watch us, don't move until we say so," Seungyeon says as pulls the bottom of SuA's bikini down and starts licking her friend's asshole. "Can I lick it?" she asks to SuA. "Ahhhhhh," SuA softly moans as she finds Seungyeon's tongue in her anal folds. "I'll take it as a yes," Seungyeon says.

"Oh my God, she's so good with that tongue," SuA says, making Seungyeon giggle. The tanned girl picks up the speed, enjoying her best friend moaning as she works her tongue all over SuA's butthole. "Oh fuck, tongue that ass for me, ahhhh," SuA moans. "I love being a slut with you," Seungyeon tells her.

"Oh yeah, I love that fucking tongue buried in my little ass," SuA says as Seungyeon keeps up her good work, tonguing as fast as she was twerking. "Such a slutty tongue, ahhhh," SuA says while Seungyeon looks at you, rubbing her friend's pussy as well. "So good, you're making me so wet, oh my gosh," SuA says.

"RIGHT THERE, AHHHHH," SuA lets out her first scream as Seungyeon works both her fuckholes. "Give me that big fat fucking toy," SuA commands as Seungyeon grabs the blue toy. "You want the biggest one?" Seungyeon asks SuA. "Yes, I do, right up that fucking little asshole" SuA answers.

Seungyeon obliges and slowly shoves the sex toy up SuA's butthole. "Stretch me open," SuA begs her friend. "Oh fuck yeah," SuA moans as Seungyeon pushes it further. "I love the way you spread that ass," Seungyeon says as she keeps pumping the toy in and out of SuA's ass.

"This isn't even the biggest one," Seungyeon tells SuA. "Ohhh, so you're gonna stretch me some more? Warm up that ass for his big fat cock?" SuA asks. "Should I stretch her some more?" Seungyeon asks. "Do your thing," you answer.

Seungyeon puts the sex toy in her mouth, savoring SuA butthole as she starts putting an even larger one inside it. "Please, give me more," SuA begs. "Look at this tiny little ass stretching all over that toy," Seungyeon says. "OH MY GOD," SuA screams. "Come on, girl, if you can't take that in your ass, how are you gonna take his dick?" Seungyeon asks.

"Play with that toy in your asshole," Seungyeon says, spanking SuA's butt, then grabbing it and working it around her anus. "Look at that fucking ass getting spread open," SuA says as Seungyeon spits on it and touches her pussy. SuA then pulls it out of her ass and tastes herself.

"I want to play with your big fat ass," SuA asks Seungyeon, her friend quickly taking the bottom of her bikini off and shoving her naked butt in your face. "How hungry are you for this booty?" she asks you while letting SuA spread it open. "Should we wreck this fuckhole today?" SuA asks you, pointing at Seungyeon's backdoor.

"That ass is so pretty, isn't it?" SuA asks you as she spits on Seungyeon's butthole, tonguing it afterward. "So sweet," she says, moaning as she eats her friend's ass. "Ready for a toy up that fucking asshole?" SuA asks her. "Hell yeah," Seungyeon asks as SuA teases her before putting the toy up her ass.

"It's still so fucking tight in there even all those cocks that entered up that asshole, I wonder what's her secret," SuA says, struggling to fully fit the toy. "That's what I'm talking about, stretching that fucking hole," SuA says as she finally manages to get it all the way in.

"Let's get her warm for that big fucking cock." SuA continues as she rubs Seungyeon's pussy. "You're gonna show him your reputation as a big buttslut," SuA says. "Hmmm, I love playing with that big fat ass, so juicy" SuA keeps going.

You can't resist the teasing, taking your clothes off and jumping on top of the pool chair, your cock already hard and pointing at Seungyeon's face. "Oh fuck yeah, there is that big fat cock" SuA smiles, very excited as she sees that cock for the first time at its full prowess. You kneel on the chair, Seungyeon moving her head slightly down to take it in her mouth and starting a no-hands blowjob.

"Oh that's so fucking hot, I want to watch you suck that dick while I fuck you in the ass with this toy," SuA tells Seungyeon, her friend quickly gagging on your cock as you soon fuck her face. "Such a fucking whore getting stuffed from both sides," SuA says as she pulls the toy out of Seungyeon's ass.

You two put Seungyeon in the middle of an oral train, you pounding her face while SuA tongues her friend's brown anus. Seungyeon gags hard as she's pleased from both sides. "Get that fucking cock wet, are you gonna share it with me?" SuA asks Seungyeon as she already sees her friend drenched in saliva running down her chin. "Yes, come here," Seungyeon tells her.

SuA obliges and sucks your cock like crazy, bobbing her head hard from the get-go and grabbing your balls, while Seungyeon licks your shaft from the side. You're really impressed with their cock-sucking skills, as neither girl uses her hands to suck your cock.

"Make it as messy as you can," Seungyeon commands to SuA as she watches her deepthroat it and then spits on your cock. "Can I spit on it too?" Seungyeon asks. "Yes, make it as wet as possible, just like our bodies," SuA tells her, massaging your balls while Seungyeon bobs her head on your dick.

"That's our fucking cock today, we're gonna use it to the fullest," SuA says. The girls keep taking their turns giving you no-hands blowjobs. "So fucking sexy, take it all the way deep," Seungyeon says as SuA takes on it now. Both girls make very sloppy noises, their throats fully stuffed with your cock. "Such a hungry whore," SuA says when Seungyeon takes her turn.

Both girls turn your cock into a mess of spit. "I want to see all that spit over that fucking cock," SuA says. She's getting so horny she takes the top of Seungyeon's bikini off and starts sucking her friend's tits while Seungyeon chokes all over your cock and gets her face pounded.

Seungyeon takes on your cock like a champion, making sure it stays deep in her throat even as you destroy her face at full speed. SuA lines up behind you, licking your balls as they swing all over her face with your hard thrusts. "Throatfuck that whore," SuA commands as she licks the saliva running down Seungyeon's torso while massaging her best friend's pussy and enjoying your cock bulging in her neck.

"Look at the mess you made with her," SuA tells you as she kisses Seungyeon's cock filled mouth. Seungyeon tries to catch her breath after getting her face completely stuffed with cock for more than 5 minutes. She follows her older friend's lead, bending on the chair alongside SuA and then licking her ass a little more.

"I want this dick so bad, put it in my ass," SuA begs. Soon she gets what she wants, your cock sliding right up her butthole while Seungyeon watches. "Damn, that's such a big fucking dick," SuA moans as Seungyeon spits on it. "Let me get it nice and wet," Seungyeon says.

SuA takes your cock up her ass, spreading her cheeks as Seungyeon enjoys the view of her friend getting fucked. "That cock looks so nice stretching you out," she says. "How does it feel?" Seungyeon then asks. "It's amazing," SuA answers her. "You like being a good whore?" Seungyeon asks her. "Of course," SuA answers.

"Let me hold this for you," Seungyeon says as she spread SuA's asscheeks. "Ahhh, yeah, yeah, fucking use that asshole, oh my gosh" SuA begs as you keep thrusting. "Do you want him to use your ass or you to use his cock?" Seungyeon asks, bouncing SuA's butt against you.

"Use that fucking cock," Seungyeon says as she moves SuA's hips fast. "YES, YES, YES, YES," SuA screams as she's turned into an anal fleshlight. "Such a fucking whore," Seungyeon says.

"Give me that fucking cock," Seungyeon commands as you feed it into her throat, her getting it even sloppier than before, then spitting on SuA's anus just as your cock gets back inside it. "Your asshole is so pretty getting stretched out," Seungyeon tells her.

"Keep going, use me like a good whore, FUCK, FUCK" SuA stays begging. "BURY THAT FUCKING COCK IN MY ASS," SuA continues to beg. "Get in deep in there, she needs that cock all the way deep in her ass," Seungyeon tells you as you keep pumping SuA's butt.

You switch your cock between Seungyeon's face and SuA's ass, both girls enjoying the taste of it. "So fucking delicious," Seungyeon says, before diving into eating SuA's ass a bit more. "OH FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEAH, USE THAT TONGUE," SuA screams.

"I need to taste my ass," SuA tells Seungyeon, kissing her best friend's dirty mouth as both girls giggle. "Do want that cock inside you?" SuA asks her. "Yes, please," Seungyeon says. "I want to watch you fucking take it," SuA continues, moving to the side as you bend Seungyeon down and stick your cock up her big butt, SuA adding the needed spit.

"Look at that big fat butt getting so stretched out, I love watching you take a big cock up your ass, so fucking hot," SuA says. "Spread it wide open, give it to her, make her take that fucking dick up that asshole," SuA instructs you as your cock gets deeper and deeper inside Seungyeon's ass while she massages her pussy.

"You're so pretty getting stretched out, come on, take it nice and deep in her fucking ass, baby boy," SuA tells you as you grab Seungyeon's body to give her faster thrusts. "Use that fucking asshole, oh my goodness, look how wet she is," SuA says.

"FUCK THAT COCK FEELS SO AMAZING INSIDE ME," Seungyeon screams as you attack her butthole harder and harder. "So hot those balls clapping against that fat ass," SuA says as you feed her your cock for her to sloppily taste it. "Good girl, get that cock wet for my tight butthole," Seungyeon tells her as your cock switches freely between her ass and SuA's mouth.

"Give it to me," SuA says as your cock goes into her mouth. You play with their needy holes, before going back hard into Seungyeon's backdoor. "I NEED THAT FUCKING DICK, GIVE ME MORE," she begs as SuA spanks her ass. "Look at this whore, so needy," SuA says.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, IT'S SO BIG INSIDE MY ASSHOLE, FUCKKK," Seungyeon screams louder than ever. "Pound it, baby boy," SuA commands to you. "GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, HARDER, HARDER, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, AHHHHH" Seungyeon turns into a begging mess. You do as she pleases, taking your cock harder and harder in her ass. "LET'S GO, FUCK THAT FAT ASS," SuA instructs you. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon screams loudly.

As you finish fucking Seungyeon, both girls dive hard to suck your cock, SuA arriving first and ready to savor her friend's dirty butthole, deepthroating your cock nonstop and licking the side of your shaft. Seungyeon follows suit, outdoing her best friend and taking your cock balls deep in her mouth. "Look at this whore, she wants every inch of it," SuA notices as Seungyeon spits on your cock.

"Look at those beautiful balls full of cum for us," Seungyeon says as she massages them while SuA deepthroats them. "We are gonna use this cock until there is nothing left" she continues. "Hell yeah, we're gonna milk it dry," SuA promises as she hands your cock to Seungyeon to take her turn sucking it, SuA jerking it off and kissing you while her friend bobs her head on it like a good slut.

Seungyeon spits hard on your cock. "I love the way you suck all that fucking spit," Seungyeon says, grabbing SuA's hair and shoving her face against your cock for another deepthroat. "Oh my goodness, I need to sit on this cock so bad," SuA says, moving on top of you and directing your cock back inside her anal hole. "Let me see it," Seungyeon says as her friend struggles to fit your thick cock in her tight anus.

"Let me get it slippery," Seungyeon says, rubbing some water from the pool in SuA's butt while her friend bounces on your cock. "I'm gonna get that ass all wet for you," Seungyeon says. SuA giggles, Seungyeon using her friend's bouncy butt as a pillow as she impales herself on your cock.

"I need all that fucking dick deep in my fucking ass," SuA moans, trying to get more and more of it inside her. "I love watching you sit on it," Seungyeon tells her, grabbing her ass and pushing it down your cock. "Look at this perfect ass bouncing all over that big fat cock," she says with a big smile on her face.

"I love the way you use that cock," Seungyeon tells SuA. "SPREAD IT OPEN, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE," SuA begs to her friend, Seungyeon spreading SuA's tight ass trying to ease the pressure of your thick cock up her butt. "Go faster, put him on the edge," Seungyeon commands as SuA picks up the speed even with your cock feeling at times too big for her ass.

"Perfect, those long strokes, that's what I like to see," Seungyeon tells SuA. "Use him, use that fucking cock, go, go, go," Seungyeon keeps pushing her. "OH YES, YES, YES, FUCK, FUCK," SuA starts screaming as your cock impales her deeper than ever. Seungyeon offers some relief, pulling your cock out for some butthole tasting.

"Put it back in there, please, just shove it back in there," SuA begs her friend as she is very needy for your cock. Seungyeon struggles to fit it, with SuA's tight hole and her wet butt proving to be a challenge. "It's so slippery in there," she says. You give her a helping hand, allowing SuA to squat on your cock. "Look at that beautiful ass riding that fat cock," Seungyeon says, enjoying watching her best friend.

"How does that fucking feel?" Seungyeon asks SuA as she bends her body down and pushes harder than ever to bounce on your cock. "So good," SuA answers "Such a nice fucking ass going up and down that cock," she says, making it stop a bit to taste your cock. "Back inside," she says, handing it back to you to fuck SuA a little more.

Seungyeon massages your balls down low while kissing SuA's ass up top. "OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," SuA moans until you're finally done fucking her ass. "Let me taste it," she tells Seungyeon, wrestling your cock from her to suck it under her friend's watch, the two of them sharing more dirty kisses.

"My turn to sit on it," Seungyeon says. "I'm gonna put it in your ass, just jam it in there," SuA tells her. As soon as your cock finds her butthole, Seyngyeon activates her twerking mode. "Oh my God, such a fucking baddie," SuA says, spreading her cheeks open and missing a shot of spit with the speed Seungyeon bounces on your cock.

"Such a twerking slut, so fucking hot," SuA says as Seungyeon bounces her ass hard on your cock, giving you no time to breathe with her insane twerking. "Bounce all over that fucking dick, that's your fucking cock right now" SuA commands. "OHHHH FUCKKKK," Seungyeon moans as she twerks even harder.

"YES IT'S MY FUCKING COCK TO USE WHATEVER I WANT IT," Seungyeon screams. Her twerking and SuA's soft massage on your balls push you to the fullest. "OH MY GOD, FUCK YEAH," Seungyeon is very pleased as your cock impales her deeper and deeper in that butthole. SuA makes things even harder, jerking your cock off while Seungyeon bounces fast on it.

"OH YES, YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon screams as she is on the verge of cumming. "USE IT, USE IT, USE IT," SuA pushes her harder, spanking Seungyeon's big butt. "OH MY GOD, IT'S HITTING ME SO DEEP," she keeps screaming. "Don't stop, use that fucking toy, that's your toy," SuA tells her as Seungyeon keeps twerking.

"I want to taste it, right from that fucking ass," SuA says as she pulls your cock out of Seungyeon's butt, jerking it off hard and making it even wetter. "Oh yeah, lick it all," Seungyeon tells her. "Lemme just teases it," SuA says, rubbing your tip against the entrance of Seungyeon's rectum.

"Oh, that cock feels so good in my ass," Seungyeon moans as she resumes twerking. SuA smiles, her hands all over your balls as she enjoys her friend being a cockslut, spreading her ass while Seungyeon rides. "SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SO GOOD," Seungyeon moans. "BOUNCE, BOUNCE, FUCKING BOUNCE ON IT," SuA orders her friend, giving her fat ass more and more spanks.

"Such a good cock to take up that fucking ass, isn't it? The perfect dick to take up the ass" SuA asks Seungyeon. "Keep moving that fat ass, bounce on that dick like a good fucking whore," SuA continues to push. "I'M GONNA CUM," Seungyeon announces. "YES, CUM ALL OVER THAT BIG FAT COCK, YOU FUCKING WHORE," SuA tells her.

Seungyeon squirts all over your body as she collapses into orgasm. SuA immediately takes your cock to taste it. "Give it to me," she says. "I love watching you taste my ass off his cock," Seungyeon tells her, but SuA barely listens, hyperfocused on giving you the best blowjob.

SuA lies sideways on the chair as you get up from it. "Slide that cock back in my ass again, please," she commands. Seungyeon is right there, resting her face on her friend's butt and kissing it. "Oh my Gosh, yeah, fuck, it goes so deep in there, ahhhhh" SuA moans as you go back to pump her ass. "Let me spread it open," Seungyeon says as she worships her friend's butt.

"I love watching you take every inch," Seungyeon tells her. "And I love watching you spread it wide," SuA replies. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SPREAD ME, IT'S SO GOOD, DEEP IN THAT FUCKING ASS," she screams. "I love the way you thrust deep into my friend's ass, makes her look like such a good buttwhore," Seungyeon tells you.

"Bora you're such a good buttwhore, so good at using cocks," Seungyeon keeps saying to SuA. "Is that what you like, cum all over his cock like a good buttwhore?" Seungyeon keeps asking. "AHHH, AHHHH, HARDER, HARDER, PLEASE," SuA begs as you attack your asshole. "Let's go, I wanna feel your body cum, please," Seungyeon tells her.

"OH YEAH, OH YEAH, OH YEAH," SuA moans hard. Seungyeon rubs her cunt, getting her closer and closer to cum. "RUB MY PUSSY LIKE THAT, MAKE ME CUM, I LOVE THE WAY YOU GUYS ARE USING ME RIGHT NOW," SuA says. "Are we using you or are you using us?" Seungyeon asks, increasing the speed of her massage on SuA's clit.

"Oh my god that is so hot," SuA says as you pull out of her ass and stick your cock right in Seungyeon's slutty mouth, leaving a huge gape behind. "Feed her that fucking dick all the way down that fucking throat, now put it back in my ass, fuck yeah," SuA says as you drill her butt harder than ever. "All the needs right now is getting fucked in the ass, getting railed up that butthole," Seungyeon says, pushing SuA's body against your cock

"THAT FEELS SO GOOD, FUCK, FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM, OH MY GOD," SuA screams as she starts squirting, giving you the perfect opportunity to give your cock once again to Seungyeon. "Fuck me and feed her," SuA commands as Seunhgyeon bobs her head on your cock.

You push Seungyeon towards a stool, making her lie on it with her fat ass as she spreads her legs wide open. SuA quickly comes in and licks her friend's asshole. "Oh yeah," Seungyeon says, very pleased.

"Give it to her," SuA tells you as she steps aside, guiding your cock back into Seungyeon's butt. "Oh my gosh," Seungyeon moans. "So beautiful getting fucked in the ass, the perfect fuckhole for his big fat cock," SuA says. "Ahhh, I love being a little fuckhole," Seungyeon moans while SuA rubs her clit.

"I love seeing your face right next to my ass," a needy Seungyeon tells SuA. "How about my face tasting that big cock right from your fat ass?" SuA asks, grabbing your shaft and putting it in her mouth one more time. "Even better," Seungyeon answers.

"Put it back in, I need more, this cock is so wet," Seungyeon says. "I love tasting all those juices from her dirty fucking ass, fuck her and feed me, baby boy," SuA orders to you. "OHHHH YESSSS," Seungyeon screams, very excited.

You keep taking turns between Seungyeon's butt and SuA's mouth. "That's so nasty, I love how nasty this is, such a dirty slut tasting that fucking cock right from my fucking ass," Seungyeon says, rubbing her clit now. "Oh my God look at this fucking cock drilling this pretty ass," SuA says, enjoying the view.

"OH THAT COCK FEELS SO AMAZING," Seungyeon screams as you attack her ass deep. "Such a pretty pussy too, pity we won't use it today," SuA says. "OH FUCK IT'S SO INTENSE AND DEEP," Seungyeon says, SuA smiling as her best friend turns into nothing but your cocksleeve. "Don't you love taking every inch of this dick up your fucking ass," SuA asks her.

"I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon answers as you pound her ass into oblivion. "Such an amazing feeling that cock deep in there, OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, AHHHH," Seungyeon says, almost losing her breath. But SuA keeps pushing, kissing her friend's ass, and rubbing her pussy while she gets anally pounded.

"OH MY SO FUCKING TURNED ON RIGHT NOW, HOLY SHIT, I WANNA FEEL THAT COCK IN MY ASS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, I LOVE IT SO MUCH," Seungyeon moans as a loud helicopter flies over the hotel, but she makes such a hella noise you can still hear her moans loud and clear.

"My turn to sit on that stool," SuA says as she does the same as her friend, Seungyeon happily spreading her ass for your cock to enter next. "Fuck, it's so good," SuA moans. "Should I taste that asshole?" Seungyeon asks. "Yes," SuA answers as you give your cock for her friend to get it wet. "Such pretty dick-sucking lips all over that cock," SuA says.

"AHHHH YEAHHHHH," SuA is very excited as you pound her ass. Seungyeon spits on your cock as you keep drilling her friend's ass. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, HMMMM," SuA moans. "Let me taste it again," Seungyeon begs as you take turns between her mouth and SuA's ass. "That's so hot," SuA says.

"SPREAD IT, SPREAD IT, OH MY GOD, RIGHT THERE," SuA screams as Seungyeon lines up behind her, watching her friend take your big fat cock in her ass. "AHHH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," SuA moans, losing her breath as Seungyeon fingers her clit. "OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she keeps moaning.

"Give it to her, give her that fucking cock," Seungyeon commands to you as she increases the speed of fingering SuA's clit. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH," SuA moans loudly. "See how much she loves being used and stretched out, moaning like a good whore," Seungyeon says."Look at that ass spread wide open with that big fat cock," Seungyeon says. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," SuA screams loudly as you rearrange her guts with hard and fast thrusts.

"It's getting hot in here, let's get back to the pool," Seungyeon orders as you lie on the shallow part of it and let both girls suck your cock a little bit more. "Such a nasty girl tasting my dirty ass," SuA says to Seungyeon.

"Let me fuck that ass one more time," you tell Seungyeon, putting her body sideways and pounding her ass. "OH FUCK YES," she moans as you start drilling her butt, SuA lying to the side of her and watching your thrusts make loud noises in the water. "OH YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon moans. You fuck SuA's throat a bit, before going back to pounding the tanned girl's anus.

"AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, OH YEAH," Seungyeon is nothing but a moaning mess. "Put your ass in her face," you order to SuA, who sits right on Seungyeon's head, her young friend clinging to eat her pussy as you pound her harder and harder. "OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she moans under SuA'S cunt.

"FUCK, YES, YES, YES, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, FUCK, FUCK, HARDER, HARDER," Seungyeon begs as you turn her into an anal whore, making waves in the pool as you pound her butt. "GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CUM, PLEASE, PLEASE," she loudly begs.

"You want my cum, you fucking slut?" you ask Seungyeon. "Yes, give me all your cum," she begs. You soon pull out of her asshole and coat her big butt with your seeds, painting it white, SuA quickly comes in and licks Seungyeon's ass, taking all that cum into her mouth.

"Save it, don't swallow," Seungyeon orders to SuA, getting back up as the two girls swap your cock, laughing and giggling. "Wow, that was so intense," Seungyeon says.

"Right, let's celebrate it," SuA says as she tosses your body in the pool. You three spend a few more minutes swimming naked, before heading into your bedrooms and getting yourselves dry.

On the next day, you started walking across the hotel, ready to go to the beach, until you found SuA and Seungyeon dancing at the gym.

"Where are you going today?" Seungyeon asks you. "To the beach," you tell them. "Well, how about you fuck us again first?" SuA asks. "Come here, baby boy, let her sit that fat ass on your face while I ride your cock," SuA continues, ready for another fuck session.

The beach can wait.

This fic wasn't initially planned. However, after seeing SuA posting those bikini pics, I had a massive urge to write about her. Knowing she had collabed with Seungyeon in the past, their friendship and that Seungyeon also had a vacation in Vietnam last year (where she took the bikini selfie in this story), plus the fact I wanted to write about her since last year but never commited to it, I finally decided to pull the trigger and added her to the mix as well. Plus it gave me the perfect excuse to post their hot bikini pics.

Hope you guys enjoy this all-anal debauchery by the pool. Probably one of the smuts I had the most fun writing.

[queer-frenchmermaid]

If I had a pound every time a teacher said something wrong to me during a speaking exam and I didn't say anything so the teacher wouldn't fail me, I would have two pounds. Like it's not a lot but it's weird it happened twice.

When you are 15 in France you have to sit ''le brevet des collèges'' . One of the subjects includes English. So far so good, I'm alright in English. I had to pick a photograph and talk about it. I chose a picture of the British parliament. At some point I say something along the lines of ''it's very famous because you can see it in a lot of films.''

The teacher stopped me in the middle of my explanation to tell me ''film'' is a french word and I have to say ''movie'' which is the correct English word.

The second time, I'm 17 and I'm giving a presentation on old American horror movies (pour mon TPE, tmtc). One of them is Psycho. The teacher asked my partner and I what mental disease does Norman Bates suffer from. We say DID. She said '' yes ok, but what is another name for this pathology?''

She wanted us to say schizophrenia. It's not the same thing. At. All.

We knew that so we pretended we didn't know what she was talking about.

when i was a kid i got a 90% on my kindergarten "what are your favorite things?" test because for the question "what is your favorite animal?" i wrote down "puma" and it got marked wrong because my teacher said a puma isnt even an animal its a kind of shoe

[nakylvr]

— BACK TO ME

daniela avanzini x fem!reader

summary જ⁀➴ after an argument breaks out and hurtful things are thrown, you leave for a few days, and daniela realizes just how much she needs you

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ angst with happy ending, language, established relationship, dealer!dani au, arguments

now playing જ⁀➴ back to me by the rose

things had been straining recently. with tax season coming up you spent most of your days after work trying to figure out how to not get completely fucked over and get a ton of money taken out. you also got promoted at your job, which was both a blessing and a curse. more money was always a good thing, but your patience was already wearing thin when the argument started.

you had just gotten home, wanting nothing more than to relax when you realized daniela wasn't in the apartment. too tired, you shrug it off and lay down on the couch, still in your work clothes, not bothering to change. you ended up falling asleep faster than you anticipated.

when the front door opened, it was dark outside. you could hear it, but you couldn't find it in you to get up.

"yn?" daniela's voice is heard quietly. "what are you doing on the couch?"

you hum, opening your eyes groggily and looking up at her. "where were you?" you mumble.

"had to run out real quick," she answers. "come on, let's go to bed."

"for hours?" you say before you can think.

daniela's expression changes at your words, but you don't notice past the dark in the room. "i needed to do some stuff," she responds. "i'm sorry." she doesn't know why she's saying it. most likely out of fear that this conversation will spiral out of control after all the bullshit that happened earlier in the year. she doesn't want a fight right now, and she's trying to keep it from happening.

"who were you with?" you ask, slowly sitting up.

"minji," daniela answers truthfully. "she needed some help getting a gift for hanni, then she came with me for a deal that i had to do on the way back."

your eyebrows furrowed together, looking back at her. "you let her go along with you?" you inquired.

"yeah?" dani replies, but it comes out unsure. "i knew you were getting off work late and i didn't want to bother you."

"but you let minji go with you?" you press. "you told me i was the only one."

"well, yes. but minji's my close friend, i–"

"didn't see anything wrong with it?" you cut her off. "cause it looks a little weird when all your clients know me and then you show up with some other girl that's not me? let me guess, you saw keeho?"

"how did you–" daniela gets cut off again by you talking over her.

"he texted me," you tell her. "asking, and i quote 'who this random chick' is with you instead of me. so it's not just me thinking i'm crazy."

"i didn't say you were crazy," daniela quickly says, shaking her head. "baby, please, this isn't that serious. you know minji."

"but other people don't," you respond. "what if it wasn't keeho?"

"i-" daniela stops herself, taking a breath. "this is the only time i've brought someone other than you."

"but why?" you stand up from the couch, making daniela take a few steps backwards. "you're the one who tells me that you don't let anyone go because you don't want them to see, but minji is just a different story or something?"

"it's one time!" daniela says, her voice raising slightly. "why does it matter?"

"why does it matter?" you repeat. "you tell me, daniela. you tell me." you cross your arms over your chest.

daniela is quiet for a minute, trying to think of the right thing to say to not upset you more. "i know what you're thinking, but this isn't a big deal. i let her come along because it was keeho. nothing else, no other reason," she tells you. "i promise."

"not a big deal, you keep saying that," your voice turns sharp. "what's not a big deal? that i'm reasonably concerned when you're out hours past when i got back and tell me you were doing some stuff, helping minji get a gift for hanni, and do a deal? because those are multiple different answers."

"oh my god," daniela mumbles, looking around before back at you. "yn, seriously, it's nothing."

"give me your phone," you demand.

"what?" she looks at you confused.

"consider this a phone check. give it to me." you hold your hand out.

"you're serious?" daniela asks. when you don't answer, just stare at her, she pulls her phone out of her pocket and hands it to you. "jesus christ," she grumbles under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest.

looking through the recent messages, your fingers hover over one specifically, and when you glance up from the phone to look at daniela, she feels her heart drop to her stomach at the expression on your face.

"so what? you have clients wanting to get you shit for valentines day? is that the excuse you're going to give?" you say seriously, tilting your head to the side.

"what?" daniela lets out. "no one has–"

"what's this about then?" you hold the phone towards her, showing a thread of messages.

"that's jaehyun!" daniela exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air. "he's my friend!"

"and you know i don't like how close he is with you!" you retort, your voice raising. "every time we go to his place it's like i don't even exist! he's obviously hitting on you!"

"he literally isn't! he's gay!" daniela scoffs, shaking her head. "plus, he literally has a boyfriend!"

"well that didn't stop you the first time, did it?" the words come out faster than you could think.

"right," daniela scoffs again, nodding her head. "right, because it's always my fault, isn't it? i'm always the one fucking up, right?"

"yeah!" you nod. "you're the one who says you can pull anyone, and then you act like i'm fucking crazy when people are all over you and i don't like it! like it's not right for me to feel upset even though i'm your girlfriend!"

"i've never called you crazy! when have i once said that?!" daniela's voice starts getting louder, nearing the edge of yelling.

"but you look at me like it!" you end up yelling first. "like-like it's a problem that i get jealous! you're allowed to have your hands all over me when i'm with my friends when you're jealous but when you have three different girls who give you thousands of dollars each month all over you it's weird when i get defensive and jealous!? that's not fair, daniela!"

"so what? i'm supposed to just sit there while girls eye-fuck you or try to get all close?!" daniela retorts. "you don't even know! you're so fuckin' naive that you think everyone just wants to be friends!"

"naive? i'm naive?" you let out a laugh, shaking your head. "right, sorry for being nice enough to make friends who don't just want to fuck me for some shit!"

"they still want to fuck you!" daniela yells. "look at sophia! you ran to her when shit got hard and look what happened! who's telling me that you won't go run off to some other 'friend' of yours only for them to fuck you while you were still mine!"

you stop once sophia's name is spoken. daniela knew better than to bring her up after the events that happened, knowing how much you regretted your stupid decision and how bad you felt about it afterwards. but in the heat of the argument, the second the words leave daniela's mouth you're standing there in silence.

"you know what," you eventually speak up. "maybe i will."

"will what?" daniela asks, seemingly not realizing what she said and how you took it.

you shake your head, letting out a scoff. you toss her phone on the couch and walk into the bedroom, not saying another word.

"yn?" daniela sighs. "yn! what are you doing?"

a few minutes later you walk back out with a bag in your hands, making daniela's eyes go wide.

"what're you doing?" she asks.

"i'm going to jungwon's for the night," you answer simply. "or, the rest of the night, i guess."

"what?" daniela looks at you confused. "why?"

you stare at her with a deadpan expression, waiting to see if she'll notice what she said. when she clearly doesn't, you shake your head again. "because he's a friend who won't fuck me while i'm still yours. those are your words," you tell her before starting to walk to the front door.

your words make daniela realize what she said, and she immediately starts following after you to the door. "yn? yn, baby, don't be like this! i didn't mean to bring her up!"

"but you did." you swiftly turn around, causing her to abruptly stop. "you did even though we talked about it and you knew how fucked up i felt afterwards. but if this is what comes out of your mouth when we argue, then i know you're still pissed about it. so, i'm leaving for the night, or maybe a few days, i don't know." you shrug. "i know i fucked up with what i did. i regret it. but you told me it was okay. when apparently it isn't if you're bringing it up. so while i'm gone, you think about what you want, daniela. because you are on thin ice, and it's cracking. so figure it the fuck out."

you leave the apartment before daniela can get a word out, the door slamming behind you echoing through the place. she stands there for a few minutes, waiting to hear you come back, but you never do.

"god damnit," she sighs, dragging her hands over her face.

the whole remainder of the night daniela kept texting you, telling you to come back, that she was sorry and didn't mean it. but, that's how she always was whenever you two fought. and you were tired of everything right now.

when you got to jungwon's, he was surprised to see you, but when you explained the situation he immediately brought you inside and talked with you about the whole thing. he was always good with comforting others and advice. plus, he could tell you were straining yourself recently.

while daniela sat inside the apartment, moping around waiting for you to come back, still texting you as the day passed and you didn't return or respond. she knew you were upset with what she said, that was obvious. and she couldn't lie and say that the event didn't gnaw at her every fiber since she found out, even if sophia got what she deserved in the end, because it did. she knew it shouldn't. that it was a moment of vulnerability for you, that you had no one else to go to. it all spirals back to her regretting what she did in the first place to start it all.

for the whole day daniela thought of what to do, how to fix this. she sat on the couch for hours thinking of what will make you not mad at her anymore. when she got an idea.

it was day three and you still weren't responding, so daniela took matters into her own hands and texting jungwon asking if you were there. he answered truthfully, saying that he wanted her to figure it out with you so he was trying to help the most he could. so she drove over to his place.

standing in front of the door, daniela shifts her weight from one foot to the other anxiously, biting her lip in hopes that this would work. the door opens and jungwon is revealed, who smiles at her.

"hey, dani," he says. "she's in the guest room."

"thanks," daniela replies, walking past him when he opens the door wider for her.

approaching the guest room, daniela knocks on the door a few times, hearing you hum on the other end. she slowly opens the door, making you turn and see it was her. your expression hardens, and dani notices, knowing she's still in deep shit.

"hey," she says awkwardly, pulling the flowers from behind her back. "i got you these." she holds them out, looking at the ground.

you can't help the way your eyes soften at the tone in her voice, quiet and hesitant compared to the confident loudness you were used to. she looks like a kicked puppy staring at the ground, and you let out a short sigh before getting off the bed, walking over to her and taking the bouquet from her.

"i'm sorry for what i said," daniela mumbles. "i didn't mean to say it i just...i still think about it sometimes and i don't know why. i know you didn't do it to hurt me on purpose but sometimes i...i worry that you're going to leave once you realize i'm not the best for you."

her words shock you as she still stares at the ground, finally speaking the thoughts that had been eating her up inside. "dani..."

"i-i know i'm not the best," she quickly adds. "i know you can find someone who will treat you better like it's nothing. but i don't– i can't lose you. i love you so much, so fucking much, and it scares me so much when we fight because i know every time it's another tick gone and that eventually you'll get tired of me and leave. i don't want you to leave. we fight, we have our ups and downs, but you always stay. you always stay and i know one day y-you won't." daniela's voice cracks at the end, tears filling her eyes the longer she talks. "i'm sorry." a few tears fall.

carefully setting the flowers on the bed, you take another step towards her and cup her face in your hands, making her look at you finally. "it's okay," you tell her softly. "you're right, i always stay. i always stay because i love you. i wouldn't if i didn't. dani, i don't think you know that you are the best relationship i've had. all of the other ones ended like shit. you prove to me time and time again that even if you fuck up, you own up to it and you don't run away. i won't ever get tired of you, i promise." you wipe away the tears falling from her eyes. "i love you, and i love the flowers. you always know what to get me."

"i try," daniela responds quietly, nodding slightly.

"i know." you nod. "and i love that about you." you lean in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

parting from the kiss, daniela's arms snake around your waist and pull you close to her as she puts her face in the crook of your neck. "i love you," she murmurs against your skin.

"i love you too," you reply, petting her head gently.

[gpcwsl]

Maybe something for wally where she gets a small injury and gets frustrated with the fact that she had so many lately. R takes care of her, makes sure she looks after herself and follows the doctors/physios orders and reassures her she'll be fine, some angst and some fluff at the end

Lia Wälti x Reader

- You don’t get it -

WC: 905

MasterList

Warnings: injury mention? Short?

The sound of Lia’s hiss as she sinks into the couch makes your stomach twist with worry. You can see the way her jaw tightens as she gingerly props her foot up on the cushions, her frustration palpable even though she hasn’t said a word since you left the training ground.

The injury isn’t serious—just a slight sprain, according to the physios—but it’s enough to sideline her for at least a couple of games. And for Lia, that feels like the end of the world.

You sit down beside her, handing her the ice pack you’d wrapped in a towel. “Here. Keep this on it for a while.”

She takes it silently, pressing it to her ankle with a little more force than necessary. You watch her carefully, noticing the way her eyes are fixed on the floor, her brow furrowed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask gently.

She shakes her head, but the tension in her shoulders says otherwise.

“It’s just a small setback, Lia,” you continue, hoping to draw her out. “You’ll be back on the pitch in no time.”

That’s when she snaps. “You don’t get it!” she blurts out, her voice sharp enough to make you flinch. “It’s not just this one. It’s all of them. I feel like I’m constantly getting injured lately. It’s like my body’s falling apart, and I can’t… I can’t keep up anymore.”

The anger in her voice cracks at the end, giving way to something far more vulnerable. She’s not just frustrated—she’s scared.

“Lia…” you start, but she cuts you off.

“What if this is it?” she asks, her voice quieter now but no less intense. “What if my body just can’t handle it anymore? What if I can’t play the way I used to?”

You hate seeing her like this—so defeated, so unlike the steady, composed Lia you know. But you also know that pushing her to look on the bright side isn’t what she needs right now.

Instead, you reach out, placing a hand on her knee. “Hey,” you say softly, waiting until she meets your eyes. “I know it feels like everything’s piling up right now, but this isn’t the end. It’s a sprain, Lia. It’s going to heal, just like all the others did.”

She looks away, her jaw tightening again. “But what if the next one doesn’t?”

You shift closer, your hand still resting on her knee. “Then we’ll deal with it. Whatever happens, you’re not in this alone. You’ve got the team, the physios, the doctors—and you’ve got me.”

Her eyes flick back to yours, and you can see the sheen of unshed tears in them. “I just feel so useless,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re not useless,” you say firmly. “You’re one of the most talented, hardworking people I know. And taking a few weeks to recover doesn’t change that.”

She doesn’t respond, but the tension in her shoulders softens just a little.

“Now,” you continue, trying to lighten the mood, “you’re going to follow the physio’s orders, take it easy, and let yourself heal properly this time. No rushing back before you’re ready, okay?”

She arches an eyebrow, a hint of her usual sharpness returning. “Are you planning to supervise me?”

“Absolutely,” you reply without missing a beat. “Starting with making sure you don’t sneak out to train when you’re supposed to be resting.”

Her lips twitch, and for the first time since the injury, she almost smiles.

Over the next few days, you take your self-imposed role as Lia’s caretaker very seriously. You make sure she sticks to her physio’s regimen, even when she grumbles about it. You bring her snacks, water, and anything else she might need so she doesn’t have to get up unnecessarily.

At first, she’s resistant—too independent to fully embrace being looked after. But as the days go by, she starts to relax, leaning on you a little more, both physically and emotionally.

One evening, as you’re helping her adjust the ice pack on her ankle, she speaks up.

“You know you don’t have to do all this, right?” she says, her tone soft but serious.

You glance up at her, surprised. “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

She hesitates, looking down at her hands. “Because it’s a lot. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden, Lia,” you say firmly, taking her hand in yours. “You’d do the same for me if the roles were reversed.”

She looks up at you, her expression unreadable for a moment before it softens. “Thank you,” she says quietly.

“Always,” you reply, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

By the end of the week, Lia’s mood has improved significantly. She’s still frustrated by her limitations, but the spark in her eyes is starting to return, and she’s even laughing more often.

One night, as you’re sitting on the couch together, her head resting on your shoulder, she lets out a contented sigh.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she murmurs, her voice drowsy but sincere.

You smile, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Luckily, you’ll never have to find out.”

She chuckles softly, the sound warming your heart. And as you sit there, holding her close, you know she’ll be okay—and so will you, as long as you’re by her side.

[alluramiura]

“𝒾𝓃 ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℴ 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝓉ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊” ｜se-mi x reader

summary: you save se-mi during lights out.

word count: 1.6k words

warnings: lowercase intended, death description, 124 dies, se-mi lives, mentions of youngmi’s death (💔), reader is an implied foreigner

authors note: i was going to post something abt hyunju but i remembered how se-mi died and i got mad all over again. minsu you’re a fucking coward. enjoy.

you met se-mi after the first game, before six-legged pentathlon. you talked a few times, the first time being when you two agreed to team up. after the agreement, she proposed the idea to split up and search for more teammates.

a few minutes later, you found two players willing to join you; hyunju and youngmi. when you found her again, she had found four other players.

before you could say anything, one of the men behind her spoke up.

“who’s this, se-mi? the limit is five. we have all of our members.” he says, so quietly you almost can’t hear him. he was standing the closest to se-mi, and you notice his number is 125.

your eyes flicker to his for a second before flickering back to se-mi, who looks like she was about to give you an apology before another one of the men speaks, quite loudly.

“who’s this chick?” a man with purple hair—“thanos“— steps forward to address you directly.

“oooh, i see what’s happening. you want to join the amazing thanos’ team, huh? we are sadly out of room, señorita. but come to me next round, yeah?”

you stare at him blankly before turning back to se-mi. “it’s okay. i found a few people. you can stay with your group.”

she nods hesitantly, and you give her a faint smile before turning to return to the two players you found, who have now found two more players.

after the second game, you spoke again, a little before voting.

you opened up about your situation, how you were still relatively new to life in seoul, and how it’s been rougher than you imagined it would be, especially with the whole death game thing.

she sat and listened, nodding softly as you explained the last few months of your life to her.

she spoke about her situation a little as well. she didn’t say much, just that going back to her life was as good as staying here would be.

hearing that, you shouldn’t have felt as shocked, almost betrayed as you did when you saw her with the small “O” patched onto her jacket.

you knew you really had no right to be upset—everyone was here for a reason, some reasons being worse than the others, and her singular vote would have changed nothing regardless—but you couldn’t help but think of how the majority of players would choose money over fellow human life, her being one of them.

you try not to let her see how much the thought bothers you, but she seems to catch on almost immediately.

“are you upset that i chose to continue?” she asked, a bit suddenly, after noticing you’ve barely said anything and had been avoiding her gaze.

“…i’m not upset at you directly. i just…wanted to go home really bad.” you mutter softly, fidgeting with your necklace.

she hums in acknowledgement, and what seems like understanding.

“i wish i felt the same way.”

the next time you talk to her after that was during the third game.

mingle was probably the most stressful for you. you stayed with youngmi and the rest of your designated group for the most part.

that is, until youngmi died.

seeing her lifeless body covered in blood changed something within you.

when the farris wheel stopped spinning once more, you almost didn’t move. however, you suddenly felt the strong urge to make it out of here alive, if not for yourself, then for the friends, family you found here that might not make it along the way.

when you saw se-mi again, she was alone, looking around frantically for another person after the number two was called out.

you first noticed that she wasn’t with her team, but you pushed that thought away as you rushed towards her, grabbing her arm and sprinting to an empty room.

once you were in the room with the door shut, you pressed your back against the wall, catching your breath.

after a few seconds of silence and heavy breathing, se-mi speaks up, her voice hoarse and breathy.

“thank you.”

hearing that, you look up at her before nodding, closing your eyes and leaning your head against the wall.

“you’re welcome.”

when you left the room, you noticed she stayed near you and your group instead of with the people she was with before.

you didn’t mind.

the final time you talked to her before lights out was after the second vote.

when you saw she voted “X”, you were almost as shocked as you were seeing her vote the first time.

you didn’t ask what changed her mind, however. instead, you asked her what happened with her team.

“they…they’re assholes. i should’ve known from the start.” she mumbles, sighing softly.

you two spoke a little more, and you told her about your newfound motivation to make it out no matter what, after witnessing the death of your friend.

you shed a few tears thinking of youngmi. you didn’t know her for long, but like many other people you met here, you formed a bond you knew you’d never have with anyone else you’d ever meet.

se-mi gently put a hand on your shoulder as you cried silently, her expression grim.

you stayed with her for the remainder of the time before lights out.

now, as everyone’s killing one another and the scent of copper fills the air, you run around frantically looking for a place to hide.

you were climbing to the top of one of the bunk beds when you heard a familiar voice.

a shriek.

you look behind you, and a few feet away stood player 124, standing over se-mi with a bloodied fork in hand, looking like he was ready to attack.

that same feeling you got seeing youngmi die suddenly came back full force, and before you even realized it, you had hopped off the latter and began running towards the two.

as you approached, you locked eyes with se-mi as she struggled to fight him off.

suddenly, a glass bottle shatters, causing you to step back, and namgyu to pause his murderous actions, looking up to find the person who threw it.

while he’s distracted, you grab a shard of the glass and jab it into his his shoulder from behind.

namgyu lets out a pained cry as the glass pierces his shoulder. in an instant, he swivels around, backhanding you in the face.

you hit the ground pretty hard, feeling blood trickle down your nose. your vision was slightly blurred and you were disarrayed, your hand pressing against your temple where you initially hit the ground.

se-mi’s eyes widen, a strangled gasp leaving her lips as she watches you fall to the ground. adrenaline fuels her as she takes the opportunity to scramble to her feet, kicking namgyu in his side.

he doubles over slightly, but quickly recovers as he takes another step towards se-mi.

to her surprise, you get back on your feet, gripping the shard of glass so hard that blood runs down your wrist as you charge at namgyu again.

her heart racing, she joins fray in a flurry of limbs and desperation, punching and kicking wherever she could. namgyu was strong, however, and he managed to dodge all of your messily aimed attempts at stabbing him, his own adrenaline surging.

he suddenly grabs se-mi’s wrist forcefully, slamming her against the wall and raising his fork over his head, preparing to stab se-mi in the neck.

“no!” you shriek, balancing yourself and locking your blurry vision onto namgyu before charging at him a final time, stabbing him in the back harshly.

you don’t stop after the first stab, continuing to drill the glass into his back repeatedly, his blood splattering all over your shirt and skin.

he screams out in pain, staggering as his strength slowly leaves his body.

it’s only when he hits the ground, choking on his own blood as it pools around him when you realize what you’ve done, your hands shaking as you look down at the blood covering your hands.

you almost feel sick knowing it’s not just your own.

if someone told you a week ago that you’d become a murderer trying to protect yourself and your loved ones in a death game you’d blindly signed up for, you’d call a psychiatrist.

you drop the glass, trembling as you slowly look up at se-mi, tears beginning to stream down your face.

se-mi quickly runs over to you, her heart pounding in her chest. she grabs your face, holding it in her hands as she checks for any fatal injuries.

when she sees that you don’t have any major wounds, she pulls you into a tight hug.

you wrap your arms around se-mi as you bury your face into her neck, sobbing as the reality sinks in of what you’ve just done.

she kept her arms caged around you protectively, as she looks around to make sure no one else tries to attack you two.

“it’s okay. you’re okay. i got you.” she whispers, her own voice wavering as she rubs your back, attempting to comfort you for the second time that day, only under completely different circumstances.

“i-it all happened so fast…” you cry out, clinging onto se-mi like a lifeline. “h-he was trying to kill you, se-mi…i had to…i had to.”

“shhh…it’s alright. you saved me.” she murmurs, slowly guiding you to a nearby corner, hidden in the shadows from the chaos. she doesn’t once let you go, her eyes scanning the room for any immediate danger as the lights flicker.

after a while, she pulls back, gently tilting your head up so you could look at her. her thumb brushes away the tears streaming down your face, her touch tender.

"you're safe now. it's over."

[haikyu-mp4]

Inexperienced loverboy – Kita x reader wc 749 – f!reader, brother!Suna

Kita should have known Suna would find out at some point. The boy was observant, had sharp eyes and documented everything. So no, the picture Kita was sent of himself talking to you, rolling on his heels and blushing, should not have surprised him.

He stared at the picture, leaning on the door to his locker, heart beating loudly at the simple message from his underclassman under the photo: I see u, loverboy.

Suddenly, your voice cut through the silence. “Kita?”

Kita gasped loudly and clutched his pearls, as they say, not minding the way his phone slipped from his hands and landed on his foot before sliding on the floor. You were sneaky as a fox, just like your brother.

He squatted awkwardly to pick up the phone just as you did the same, making you lightly bump heads. Kita clutched the impact area and snatched up his phone, locking it so you wouldn’t see the incriminating photo.

“My apologies, y/n. My mind was elsewhere.”

You giggled, fixing your hair as you stood up straight. “That’s okay! Your phone didn’t break, did it?”

Kita waved his hand dismissively. “It’s fine. Were you just passing by?”

And as if the horrors were not persistent enough, he looked over your shoulder and found Suna’s head peeking out from the end of the hallway, making his heart rate spike again. He didn’t even catch your answer, looking back down only to find your expectant gaze.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Your shoulders seemed to sink, a disappointed air enveloping you at his disinterest, which is what it looked like to you. Looking to the side, you cleared your throat and shook your head. “Nothing, I was just saying hi. See you around.”

And Kita watched hopelessly, whole body turning around so his eyes could follow you as you continued down the hallway but not uttering a single word that might salvage the situation.

Kita felt Suna creeping up on his side and sighed. “That’s cold, Mr Freeze.”

“Suna, would you prefer I distance myself from your sister?” he asked, happy that he still had some dignity when talking to his teammate.

“Nah,” the second year said with a noncommittal shrug. “Think she likes you back.”

Kita glanced at him, hoping he didn’t look too hopeful. He wanted to retain some sense of authority despite his obvious pining for a first-year. “That makes me glad.”

“But she’s still my little sister. I’ve got my eye on you.”

Kita watched as another Suna family member walked away from him down the hall, his heart beating the same irregular beat.

“Y/n!” you heard, followed by heavy steps as someone approached you. It would have been slightly frightening had you not recognised that soft voice.

“Kita,” you acknowledged. Your books were clutched to your chest and you tilted your head curiously. Despite his disinterest in you earlier, your crush on the volleyball captain insisted you give it a chance. “Don’t you have practice now?”

“I do, you’re right.” Kita took a moment to smile at how you knew their schedule by heart. “I just needed to ask you something first.”

You visibly perked up, blinking at him in question, hands clammy at the everlasting hope that he would give you a hint of interest. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Kita had to take a calming breath as he felt your analytical gaze on him, hypnotising and reminding him of your family name. “Would you let me- no.” His brows furrowed in confusion at his own hesitation. “If you want to- no, that’s worse.”

Biting the inside of your lip, your gaze sharpened even further. Kita had to look away, lest his heart leap from his chest. Asking someone out was not something he practised every day, and he felt very out of his element.

Cue your brother sneaking around the corner, holding up his phone, which flashed with huge red letters: Can I take you out on a date?

“Can I take you out on a date?” Kita read, looking back at you with his lips pursed. “Please.”

You jumped slightly in place, giggles preceding your answer. “Of course!”

Kita’s lungs finally gave way to new oxygen and he nodded with a relieved grin. “Yeah? Great! Okay, I need to head to practice, but tomorrow?”

“You got it!”

Suna sent him a thumbs up before jogging away from you two, shaking his head with a smirk.

You owe him now.

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requested by @dogdolor for my event, anything for you <3

[batarangaroo]

Punishment ideas

(From my daddy and from least to most embarrassing, as rated by me)

Rating scale: 1-2 sound like fun, 3-4 sound fun and blushy, 5-6 are embarrassing but doable, 7-8 are deffffinitely punishments, 9-10 are incredibly humiliating

Drinking water and holding game in public

1/10 - defffffinitely want to try this. Though I’ll regret it as soon as I really have to pee like I always do. 

Panties under diaper

2/10 - hehehe it kinda sounds fun, I wanna try! Daddy says because of that it’s not punishment enough though

Daddy wets Roo’s diaper while she has it on 

3/10 - So I don’t know if I’d like it, and I know for sure it would be embarrassing and a good punishment and make me feel super little… but I like the idea. 

Forced baby time (Roo is sat down at the TV and has to watch baby shows for a few hours and then get put down for a nap)

3/10 - the shows would be sooooo boring (which I guess is the point) but I love when Daddy forces me to nap even if I don’t wanna. I always feel better after.

Carseat (or sitting in the backseat)

4/10 - anything with a harness I’m really into, so this is no different. But I’d hate being in the backseat away from my daddy. I’d be so sad.

Forced bedwetting

4/10 - I put up a huge fuss about this last time, but honestly… I kinda liked it🫠 

BUT I don’t like having to do laundry because I have to wash my waterproof mattress cover in front of my roommates and it’s crinkly🥺

Take a picture of Roo’s wet diaper and post it to Tumblr to embarrass her. Or send it to some abdl friends ;)

4.5/10 - This is really super embarrassing, but I kinda also like my daddy showing me off… especially to abdl friends

Write a Tumblr post about you did wrong and read it out loud to Daddy

5/10 - the writing is fun, but the reading aloud is so freaking blushy! Especially when I have to say it really quiet cuz my roommates are home

Really girly outfit (pink and purple)

5/10 - 😳 it’s not my viiiibe, it’s too babyishhhhh

Spankings?

5/10 - I don’t like leaving marks from spanking or too hard or using any instruments other than your hand. But you putting me over your lap would be embarrassing and I’d learn my lesson.

Locking mittens for a day 

6/10 - it’s so vulnerable🥺 I like it but asking Daddy for literally everything would be hard for me

Nighttime diapers in public

6/10 - fuck, Daddy, they’re so hard to disguise :(

Roo has to bring a big bag full of her diapers and diaper supplies to class or around her friends 

6/10 - Roo doesn’t have to do that, fuck! No! What if they look?!

Kids menu at a restaurant

6/10 - IN-PERSON?! YOU’D ASK FOR ONE FOR ME? AGHHHHHHHH

Locking diaper cover, where she has to be in it until she soaks her pants

6/10 - and it might be higher. Till I soak my PANTS?????? Fuck.

Baby talk only for a day (no words, only baby babbling)

6/10 - this is also so vulnerable, I have to rely on my daddy for everything! It’s good practice I guess but soooooo embarrassing and little and agh

Daddy feeds her baby food for a day

7/10 - grossssssssss ew I don’t wanna... I like the idea of Daddy feeding me, though.

Make her wet her pants in class or a public place (enough to leave a wet spot but not a puddle… if she can control it)

7/10 - um what if I can’t stop🥺

Cloth diapers and plastic pants

7/10 - sounds a little like a sensory nightmare and beyond embarrassing looking

Using a training potty for a day 

7/10 - the whole day? I don’t even wanna use it at all!!

Child harness or leash

7/10 - still a good level of embarrassment, but sooooooo demeaning and little. Definitely only in the house. This is on the level of light puppy play for me.

Make her leave a babyish item where here roommates could see it (baby powder, wipes, diaper rash cream, etc.)

4/10 for baby powder or wipes, because those are explainable, BUT

7/10 for DIAPER CREAM BECAUSE OH MY GOD NO

Making her wear a crop top and baggy pants (that might show her diaper in public)

8/10 - THAT IS SO MEAN HOW DARE YOU. I don’t want people to see my crinkly waistband🥺

Embarrassing items (buying her a diaper genie, changing mat, rattles or baby toys, like little blocks, chew toys, things like that).

8/10 for the diaper genie, FUCKing no! How do I explain it? No! 

2/10 for the others, those sound like fun and I love stuff I can put in my mouth. Not a rattle, though, that’s embarrassing

Many many double/quadruple diapers in public

9/10 - Absolutely the fuck not! Jesus christ! Waddling in public????????? You’re gonna let everyone know I’m in diapers

Messy diaper

9/10 - UGH ACK NOOOO that’s so embarrassing no no no

Pooping with daddy present in the bathroom

9/10 - Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no! What the heck! I can’t even think about this 

Diaper enema on changing table (or suppository)

10/10 - Hey! Fucking no! Nope. How do I look at you ever again? What the heck?

Babysitter with abdl Mommy

11/10 - WHAT THE HECK. Nooooooooooooo, just my daddy can see me🥺 Down the road I might be more okay with this, but that would be so humiliating

[amethystarachnid]

hey! i JUST saw your love is in the air game (and im so happy im online right now)

could i request trope 1. baker with logan howlett and fem!reader? thanks! surprise me with the plot, i love reading your ideas and writing 🤍 (like seriously, you’re a magician) my only plot-wise detail is fluff fluff and more fluff 🥹

thank you so much!!!

SUGAR & FLOUR

⤷ JAMES LOGAN HOWLETT

ᯓ★ Pairing: James Logan Howlett x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: fluff, romance

ᯓ★ Story type: short story

ᯓ★ Word count: 5.4k

ᯓ★ Summary: Logan keeps telling himself that the reason he keeps coming back at your bakery is because your food is good, defitnely not because you're the most beautiful woman he has ever seen

ᯓ★ TW(s): some spicy scenes, nothing too explicit

ᯓ★ Timeline: modern days

ᯓ★ omg your words are so sweet, I'm so happy that you like my works <3

ᯓ★ From: MARVEL Love is in the air - Valentine's Day special game

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ᯓ★ English isn't my first language and this isn’t proof read

It starts with a craving. Not for violence, for once. Not for a beer, though that's a close second. Just a simple, nagging, stubborn craving for something sweet. Something good.

Logan doesn't know why. Maybe it's because dinner at the mansion sucked tonight—something suspiciously green that even Hank avoided. Maybe it’s because it’s been a long week filled with headaches, Charles’s lectures, and Scott being Scott. Or maybe it’s just the damn cold creeping into his bones, the way winter in Westchester always does, no matter how many years he’s been here.

Either way, he’s out, walking through the quieter part of town, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, when the scent hits him. Warm sugar, butter, cinnamon. Vanilla, maybe. It curls in the air, thick and golden, like something out of an old memory he can’t quite place. His stomach tightens in response, and his feet follow before his brain fully catches up.

The bakery is small, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop, the kind of place you don’t notice unless you’re looking for it. A little bell jingles when he pushes the door open, and the warmth inside immediately wraps around him, chasing away the winter chill. Soft light, wooden shelves lined with pastries, and a glass display case filled with enough sugar to put someone in a coma. But none of that is what makes him pause.

It’s you.

You stand behind the counter, apron dusted with flour, a smudge of chocolate on your cheek, completely oblivious to the way you just knocked the air out of his lungs. You’re talking to an older woman, smiling as you tuck a small box into a bag, laughing at something she says. It’s a good laugh. A real one. Logan tells himself that’s not why he lingers.

He clears his throat.

You look over, and damn if it doesn’t hit him again, something warm and strange settling in his chest. You blink, surprised—maybe because he looks like he just walked in from the woods (which, to be fair, he kind of did). But then your expression softens into something friendly, open.

“Hey there,” you greet, wiping your hands on your apron as you step closer. “Welcome in. What can I get you?”

Logan glances at the display case, like he didn’t just come in here because his gut told him to. There are cookies, muffins, little cakes. Delicate pastries that look too pretty to eat. A basket of croissants that reminds him of—

He shakes his head, clearing that thought before it forms.

“What’s good?” he asks gruffly.

Your lips twitch, like you’re holding back a smile. “Everything,” you answer easily. “But if you want my personal recommendation… the cinnamon rolls just came out of the oven.”

Logan considers. He likes cinnamon rolls well enough. But mostly, he likes the way your eyes brighten when you talk about them.

“Yeah,” he says. “Alright. Gimme one of those.”

“One?” you tease, already reaching for a paper bag. “You sure?”

His lips twitch before he catches himself. “Fine. Two.”

You flash him a smile as you bag them up, and Logan tells himself the warmth in his chest is just from the damn oven.

That should be the end of it.

Logan has his cinnamon rolls. They’re good—better than good, actually—but he’s not the kind of guy who goes out of his way for pastries. He eats, he leaves, he doesn’t think about it again.

Except… he does.

Because two days later, he’s back.

This time, it’s for the muffins. Blueberry, fresh out of the oven. The way you light up when you see him walk in? That’s not why he comes back.

And then it’s three days later, for the croissants. Then again for something called a bear claw (which he orders just to make a joke, but you smile and say, “Good choice,” like you mean it, and he forgets whatever smartass comment he was about to make).

And, well. He’s not a complete idiot. He knows exactly what’s happening.

So does everyone else.

Because when he shows up at the mansion carrying a box filled with sweets for the third time in a week, he barely makes it two steps inside before—

“Well, well,” Scott drawls from the staircase. “Look who’s got a sweet tooth.”

Logan grunts. “Back off, One-Eye.”

Scott smirks. “I’m just saying, you’re bringing home a lot of pastries lately. Like… a lot.”

Jean walks by, peeking into the box in his hands before glancing up with knowing amusement. “Oh, those are from Sugar & Flour downtown, right?”

Logan frowns. “You been there?”

“Of course. It’s amazing. Their cinnamon rolls are the best thing ever.” Then she pauses, raising a brow. “Wait. How did you find that place?”

“Luck,” Logan mutters.

At that moment, Charles wheels into the hallway, glancing between Logan and the box like he’s already reading way too much into this. “Ah,” he says, amused. “I see we have another delivery from Logan’s bakery of choice.”

“I don’t have a bakery of choice,” Logan grumbles.

“Strange, considering how often you return.”

Logan scowls. “You want a damn pastry or not?”

Charles chuckles. “I wouldn’t mind a croissant.”

With a sigh, Logan drops the box onto the nearest table and stalks off before they can get any more ideas.

You’re wiping down the counter when the bell chimes again, and there he is. The gruff, broad-shouldered, flannel-wearing mystery man who keeps coming back.

Not that you’re complaining.

He’s got that same look—like he’s not quite sure why he’s here, like his feet brought him inside before his brain caught up. You like that look. It makes you want to smile.

“Back again?” you tease, setting down your rag.

He huffs, like he wants to be annoyed but can’t quite manage it. “Yeah, well. That last batch of muffins was pretty good.”

“Uh-huh.” You prop your elbows on the counter. “And what’s the excuse this time?”

He hesitates, like he’s debating how much to say. Then, finally:

“Needed to clear my head.”

Your expression softens. “Long day?”

Something flickers in his eyes. He doesn’t say much, just nods.

You nod back, understanding. “Then you’re in the right place. Because if there’s one thing I know, it’s that good food makes everything better.”

That earns a quiet huff of laughter. “That so?”

“Absolutely.” You grin. “So, what’ll it be?”

He hesitates again, glancing at the case like he’s searching for something. Then, finally, he looks back at you.

“What do you recommend?”

The words are simple. Casual. But there’s something else in his expression—something warm, something fond. Like he’s not really asking about the pastries at all.

Your stomach does a little flip, and you smile.

“Well,” you say. “I just pulled a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls out of the oven.”

Logan’s mouth twitches, like he’s fighting a smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And when he says, “Alright. Gimme two,” you swear you hear something unspoken in the words.

Something you really, really hope is real.

Logan becomes a regular before he even realizes it.

At first, it’s just every couple of days. Then it’s every other day. And then, somehow, it’s every damn morning.

Not that he’s counting.

And sure, maybe at first he convinced himself it was just the food. Because the food is good—ridiculously so. But if that were the only reason, he wouldn’t take the extra five minutes just to make sure his flannel doesn’t smell like cigars before stepping inside. He wouldn’t always wait an extra second after ordering just to hear you talk. He wouldn’t leave the bakery feeling a little lighter, like the weight of the world isn’t quite so heavy.

The fact that you always smile when you see him? Yeah, that’s got nothing to do with it.

Of course, the X-Men don’t let him live it down.

“Tell me, Logan,” Charles says one evening as Logan walks in with yet another bakery box. “Are you purchasing shares in this establishment? Or is there another reason for your continued patronage?”

Logan glares. “I hate you.”

“I highly doubt that.”

Jean, seated at the table, hides a smile behind her hand. “So, what’s today’s selection?”

“Apple turnovers,” Logan grumbles, dropping the box down. “They looked good.”

Scott snickers. “Or someone looked good.”

Logan grabs a pastry and shoves it into Scott’s hand—maybe a little harder than necessary. “Eat your damn turnover, Summers.”

But despite the teasing, Logan doesn’t stop going.

And the more he shows up, the more you two start talking.

At first, it’s just light chatter. You ask him about his day, and he shrugs it off. He asks how business is going, and you smile and tell him about the customers, the new recipes you’re testing, the early mornings that come with the job. Sometimes he just listens, watching the way your hands move as you talk, the way your eyes brighten when you describe the perfect rise on a loaf of bread.

And then, somewhere along the way, the conversations change.

One morning, after he complains about the cold, you tell him how you grew up in a place where it never snowed, and winter still feels like a novelty. Another time, after you mention being up before dawn, he tells you about the long nights on the road, the places he’s been, the years that blur together.

It’s easy.

Easier than it should be.

And Logan? He’s not used to that.

Then February rolls around.

The first time he walks in and sees pink and red creeping into the bakery—heart-shaped cookie cutters on the counter, little pastel sprinkles in glass jars—he almost turns around.

But then you spot him and smile, and, well. There’s no walking away from that.

“Morning, Logan.” You set down a tray of what looks like strawberry muffins. “What do you think?”

He blinks. “About what?”

You gesture around the bakery. “The decorations! I’m getting everything ready for Valentine’s Day.”

Logan eyes the little paper hearts now pinned to the walls. “Huh.”

You tilt your head. “That’s it? Huh?”

Logan shrugs. “Never been my thing.”

You gasp, clutching your apron dramatically. “How dare you. Valentine’s Day is great.”

“Yeah?” He raises a brow. “What’s so great about it?”

“Oh, come on.” You lean against the counter. “It’s a whole day dedicated to love and affection and just… happiness. Even if you’re not in a relationship, it’s nice seeing people make an effort for each other.”

Logan watches you for a moment. You’re serious. You really believe that.

“Huh,” he says again, but this time, it’s thoughtful.

Then you grin. “And also, it’s an amazing day for bakeries.”

That makes him chuckle. “Yeah, I bet.”

You nod, excited. “I’m thinking of doing a special menu for the holiday. Heart-shaped cookies, pink velvet cupcakes, maybe even some fancy chocolates. What do you think?”

Logan exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “Dunno if I’m the guy to ask about that.”

“Come on,” you tease. “You’ve basically tried half my menu by now. You’ve got opinions.”

Logan smirks. “That so?”

“Absolutely.”

And, well. He figures there are worse things than helping you brainstorm ideas for heart-shaped baked goods.

So he does.

He listens while you bounce ideas off him, tells you which pastries sound best, even reaches up to help pin some of the paper hearts a little higher when you struggle to reach. He doesn’t let himself think about how domestic it feels—just you and him, alone in the quiet morning, talking about something as simple as sugar cookies.

He definitely doesn’t think about how good it feels.

Then February 14th arrives.

Logan wakes up that morning already annoyed with himself.

Because for the past week, he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head. The way you lit up when you talked about Valentine’s Day. The way you stood on your tiptoes to hang decorations, laughing when he grabbed the tape out of your hands and did it for you.

The way he almost—almost—let himself imagine what it would be like if he had someone like you.

Which is stupid.

He’s never been the flowers-and-romance kind of guy. He doesn’t do relationships, doesn’t do soft, doesn’t do happy endings.

Except.

When he walks into town that morning, his feet don’t take him straight to the bakery.

They take him to the flower shop next door.

The bell jingles as he steps inside, and an older woman behind the counter looks up with a bright smile. “Good morning! What can I—”

Then she pauses, eyes flicking over his flannel, his scowl, the whole him of it all.

“Let me guess,” she says knowingly. “Valentine’s Day surprise?”

Logan grunts. “Somethin’ like that.”

She hums, eyeing him thoughtfully. “Roses? Or maybe something softer… tulips? Peonies?”

Logan hesitates, then exhales sharply. “I dunno. Just… something nice.”

Her smile turns warm. “I’ve got just the thing.”

By the time Logan walks into the bakery, there’s a bouquet of fresh flowers in his hand. Nothing over-the-top. Just a mix of soft colors, something simple. Something nice.

You’re at the counter, already busy with the morning rush, but when the bell chimes, you glance up—and freeze.

Logan shifts awkwardly, clearing his throat. “Uh. Hey.”

Your eyes flick from him to the flowers.

Then back to him.

Then back to the flowers.

And when you look back up, your expression is—

Oh.

Something in Logan’s chest tightens.

Because you’re looking at him like he just handed you the world.

“Are those…?” Your voice is softer than usual, like you’re afraid to break whatever this moment is.

Logan grunts. “Yeah. They’re for you.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, lips parting like you’re about to say something. Then, suddenly, a customer calls your name, and you blink, snapping back to reality.

“One sec!” you tell them before turning back to Logan, flustered. “I—um. Let me just—”

You reach for the flowers, hands brushing his, and damn it, why is his heart beating faster?

“They’re beautiful,” you say softly.

Logan swallows. “Yeah, well.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Seemed like the kinda day for it.”

Your smile turns shy, and Logan tells himself he’s not melting.

Then he exhales, shifting his weight. “Listen. You, uh… got plans tonight?”

Your breath catches. “Tonight?”

He nods, trying not to look as damn awkward as he feels. “Yeah. Figured… maybe I could take you to dinner. If you want.”

For a second, you just stare. Then—

“Yes.”

It’s immediate. No hesitation.

Logan blinks. “Yeah?”

You laugh, still holding the flowers close. “Yeah. Of course.”

And, well.

Logan might not be the flowers-and-romance kind of guy.

But as you smile at him—bright and happy, like he just gave you the best gift in the world—he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he could be.

For you.

You don’t consider yourself a nervous person.

You run a business. You wake up before the sun, manage suppliers, handle customers with difficult requests. You can face a crowd and talk about your pastries with confidence, even when the pressure is on.

But as you stand in front of your mirror, smoothing down your dress for the fourth time, you feel nervous in a way that’s completely unfamiliar.

Because this isn’t just a date. It’s a date with Logan.

The gruff, flannel-wearing, cinnamon roll-loving man who somehow wormed his way into your daily routine—and, if you’re being honest, your thoughts, too.

You take a slow breath, stepping back to look at yourself.

The dress isn’t anything over-the-top—simple, flattering, something soft and flowy in a color that makes your skin glow just right. You’d debated going more casual, but… something told you Logan deserved the effort. And judging by how he showed up earlier with flowers, he might be making an effort too.

That thought alone makes your stomach flip.

Then the sound of an engine outside draws your attention.

Not the deep, familiar rumble of a motorcycle.

A car.

You peek through the window, and sure enough, there’s a sleek black car parked outside.

And standing next to it, looking more put-together than you’ve ever seen him, is Logan.

You blink.

Because—okay. He still looks like Logan. But the usual flannel has been swapped for a dark button-up, the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and his hair looks… good. Like he actually ran a hand through it with intention. And he’s standing there, leaning against the car like he’s trying so hard to look casual but can’t quite pull it off.

You grab your coat and step outside, feeling the winter air nip at your bare skin.

Logan straightens the second he sees you.

His eyes sweep over you—down, then up again, slower this time. And for a moment, he just looks.

Then he clears his throat. “You look… good.”

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “Thanks.”

Then you glance at the car. “So, what’s this?”

Logan exhales through his nose, running a hand over the back of his neck. “Charles’ idea.”

Your brows lift. “Charles told you to get a car?”

“He suggested it.” Logan scowls slightly. “Said if you were gonna wear a dress, showin’ up with the bike was a dumbass move.”

Your lips twitch. “I mean, he’s got a point.”

Logan sighs. “Yeah, yeah.” Then, hesitantly, he gestures toward the car. “You ready?”

You nod, and he opens the door for you.

It’s a small thing, but something about it makes your heart do another little flip.

Dinner is, unsurprisingly, very Valentine’s Day-themed.

Which means that when you walk in, you’re immediately hit with dim candlelight, soft music, and an overwhelming number of couples sharing desserts with tiny forks.

Logan pauses just inside the door, scanning the restaurant like he’s sizing up a fight.

You bite back a laugh. “Regretting this already?”

He grunts. “Didn’t think it’d be this… pink.”

You grin. “What, no love for the holiday spirit?”

Logan just gives you a look, and you laugh as the host leads you to a table.

Despite the overly romantic setting, the dinner itself is nice.

Logan is awkward at first—not in a bad way, just in a Logan way. He doesn’t do small talk, and you can tell he’s still getting used to this whole… thing.

But then, as the evening goes on, the tension in his shoulders eases.

You start talking—really talking—and he starts listening.

You tell him about how you fell in love with baking. How, as a kid, you’d sit in your grandmother’s kitchen, watching her mix ingredients with practiced hands. How you saved every penny to open your own shop, how you still wake up every morning excited to do what you love.

And to your surprise, Logan opens up, too.

It’s not much—not at first. Just little pieces of himself, scattered through the conversation. How he’s been all over, seen more than most. How he likes Westchester more than he lets on. How, lately, he’s been feeling a little less like a drifter and a little more like he belongs.

The words are simple. But they settle warm in your chest.

Then dessert arrives—because, obviously, you can’t not have dessert.

It’s a shared plate of something rich and chocolatey, and Logan looks at it like it’s some kind of challenge.

“You don’t have to share,” you tease.

He raises a brow. “Oh, I know.”

But despite his gruffness, you do share—just passing bites back and forth, talking between mouthfuls, laughing when Logan grumbles about the tiny forks.

And somewhere in the middle of it all, you realize—

You’re having fun.

Not just the surface-level kind, but the real, deep kind. The kind that makes your heart feel full.

Then, after you both finish off the last bite of chocolate, Logan shifts in his seat.

He looks like he’s debating something.

Then, finally, he exhales.

“So… this was good.” His voice is rough, but his eyes are softer than usual. “The whole thing. You and me.”

Your heart does a little flip. “Yeah,” you say. “It was.”

Logan nods once, like he’s locking that truth into place. Then he clears his throat. “So, uh… maybe we do this again sometime?”

You smile.

Because of course you do.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “I’d like that.”

And the look Logan gives you in return?

It’s the kind that makes you think this is the start of something good.

Dating Logan is easier than you expect.

Not in the sense that he suddenly turns into some smooth, lovesick romantic—God, no. He’s still gruff, still stubborn, still awkward as hell when it comes to some things.

But there’s something honest about him.

He doesn’t play games, doesn’t beat around the bush. If he wants to see you, he shows up. If he likes something you made, he tells you. If he’s had a rough day, he lets you see the tiredness in his eyes instead of covering it up with grumbles and sarcasm.

And as the weeks pass, “seeing Logan” becomes less about dates at fancy restaurants and more about something real.

Some nights, it’s dinner at a cozy little place in town, where he glares at overly complicated menus before ordering the simplest thing available.

Other nights, it’s takeout at your apartment above the bakery, curled up on the couch while you argue over what movie to watch.

Sometimes, he even helps you close up the bakery—wiping down tables (grumbling the whole time), locking up after your last customer, staying with you until the lights are off and the doors are locked.

And then, one evening, after he walks you upstairs, it happens.

The first kiss.

It’s not some grand, dramatic moment.

It’s just the two of you standing in your doorway, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him. The night is quiet, the street below nearly empty. And when he looks at you—his expression just a little softer than usual—you realize you’re standing on the edge of something big.

Logan hesitates for half a second. Then—

He kisses you.

Slow, warm, deliberate.

And just like everything about him, it’s honest.

You’re not sure how long you stand there, pressed close, trading soft, lingering kisses between unspoken words. But eventually, when you pull back, Logan looks at you like he’s never letting this go.

And the best part?

Neither are you.

From that moment on, Logan starts spending more and more nights at your place.

It’s not planned—it just happens.

Some nights, he falls asleep on your couch, arms crossed, head tipped back, snoring softly. Other nights, you fall asleep on him, curled up against his side while the TV hums in the background.

And then, eventually, it stops being falling asleep by accident and starts being something else entirely.

You wake up together.

In the mornings, you find yourself wrapped in Logan’s warmth, tangled in soft sheets, your face pressed into the crook of his neck.

And Logan? For all his gruffness, he’s a cuddler.

You’d never say it to his face (not unless you want a grumbled response and an exaggerated eye roll), but once he’s asleep, he melts into you. A heavy arm slung around your waist, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns on your back.

And when you wake up and start moving, trying to slip away for the early bakery shift?

He grumbles, tightens his grip, and refuses to let you go.

Which is how, one morning, you end up exactly where you are now—trapped under Logan’s arm, pressed against his solid chest, while he pretends to still be asleep.

“Logan,” you murmur, shifting slightly. “I have to get up.”

He makes a low, half-asleep noise. “Mm. No, you don’t.”

You laugh softly. “Yes, I do. My customers want breakfast.”

“They can wait,” he grumbles.

You roll your eyes. “You are one of my customers.”

“Exactly. Tell ‘em all you’re busy with your best one.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. “You are so dramatic.”

Logan smirks slightly but keeps his eyes closed.

You sigh, relaxing back into the warmth of him for just a few more moments.

Then, out of nowhere—

“Y’know,” you say idly, tracing a finger over his chest, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you bake anything.”

Logan snorts. “That’s ‘cause I haven’t.”

You blink. “Wait. Ever?”

He huffs. “Nope.”

“Like, not even as a kid? Not even boxed brownies?”

“Darlin’, I burn toast.”

You gasp dramatically, sitting up. “This is a travesty.”

Logan groans, throwing an arm over his face. “Here we go.”

“I have to fix this,” you declare. “We’re going downstairs right now.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Absolutely yes.”

And before Logan can argue any further, you grab his arm and drag him out of bed.

Ten minutes later, Logan is standing in your bakery kitchen, looking as out of place as a grizzly bear in a flower shop.

“This is a bad idea,” he says as you gather ingredients.

“This is a great idea,” you correct. “We’re keeping it simple. Sugar cookies.”

Logan exhales sharply. “You say simple, but I know how this ends.”

You smirk. “With delicious cookies?”

“With me screwin’ up so bad the oven catches fire.”

You laugh and hand him a mixing bowl. “I’ll make sure the fire extinguisher is close by.”

Logan groans but takes the bowl.

And, well… you were right.

Sort of.

The cookies don’t catch fire. But everything else is a disaster.

Logan somehow manages to spill flour everywhere. The egg doesn’t crack right. The dough is lumpy, and he absolutely refuses to use the heart-shaped cookie cutters.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbles, using a knife to chop the dough into rough squares instead.

“You’re ridiculous,” you tease, nudging flour at him with your fingertip.

He huffs. “Why’s bakin’ so much harder than cookin’?”

“Because baking is a science.” You grab his hand, guiding it as he presses the dough onto a tray. “You have to follow directions.”

Logan raises a brow. “You tryin’ to teach me how to follow orders?”

You grin. “Maybe.”

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t pull away.

By the time the cookies are in the oven, you’re both covered in flour. There’s dough on the counter, sugar on the floor, and Logan has somehow managed to get butter on his shirt.

It’s a mess.

But it’s also… fun.

Then, as you’re cleaning up, Logan suddenly reaches over—

And swipes flour across your cheek.

You gasp. “Logan.”

He smirks. “What?”

“You did not just—”

Before you can finish, you grab a handful of flour and smack it onto his chest.

His smirk drops.

You blink.

Silence.

Then—

Logan grabs an entire handful of flour and pats it onto the top of your head.

You shriek, laughing as he dodges your next attack, grabbing your wrists to stop you.

“You play dirty,” you accuse, breathless.

Logan grins. “Always.”

And then—before you can even think—he kisses you.

Flour-covered and laughing, lips brushing yours in a warm, lingering kiss.

You melt into it, into him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

By the time you pull away, you’re breathless.

And Logan?

He just smirks. “Guess bakin’ ain’t so bad.”

You shake your head, smiling.

The cookies might be a disaster.

But this?

This is perfect.

Logan’s kiss is slow at first. Lazy. Like he’s savoring the moment.

But then you shift closer—pressing against him, your fingers gripping his shirt, the warmth of his body seeping into yours—

And that’s when things start to change.

Logan makes a low sound, something deep and satisfied, and suddenly his hands are at your waist, fingers flexing, pulling you in like he’s starving for you.

Your heart pounds as you kiss him back, heat curling in your stomach.

It doesn’t matter that you’re covered in flour. It doesn’t matter that the bakery kitchen is an absolute disaster.

All that matters is Logan—warm, solid, real.

You feel his hands slide up your back, fingertips pressing against your spine, and it sends a thrill through you. Your breath hitches as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, his lips brushing yours in a way that makes your knees weak.

You don’t even realize you’re moving until your back bumps against the counter.

Logan doesn’t break the kiss. If anything, it just spurs him on—his hands gripping the edge of the counter on either side of you, effectively trapping you between his body and the flour-dusted surface.

And God, you don’t mind.

You gasp softly as his lips trail down to your jaw, then your neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Logan,” you murmur, tilting your head to give him more room.

He hums against your skin, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging just enough to make him growl—a low, rumbling sound that you feelmore than hear.

And you swear, if he keeps kissing you like this, you’re going to—

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

You jolt.

Logan stills.

And for a full second, neither of you move—breathless, flushed, frozen in place as the loud, sharp beeping of the kitchen timer cuts through the moment.

Then, reality slams into you like a brick to the face.

“The cookies!”

You shove Logan away—not forcefully, but urgently—and scramble toward the oven.

Logan blinks, still catching up. “Wait—what?”

You don’t have time to answer. You grab an oven mitt, fling open the oven door, and—

A thick puff of smoke billows out.

Your stomach drops.

“Oh no,” you breathe.

Logan steps up behind you, peering over your shoulder. “That ain’t good.”

You groan, reaching in to pull out the tray. The cookies—if you can even call them that—are dark, charred, and completely ruined.

You set the tray down with a defeated sigh.

Logan crosses his arms, inspecting the damage. “Y’know… I don’t think that’s what they’re supposed to look like.”

You turn to him, exasperated. “Really? I never would have guessed.”

His lips twitch like he’s trying so hard not to laugh.

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t you dare.”

Logan smirks. “I told you I was bad at this.”

You sigh dramatically. “It wasn’t just you! I got distracted.”

Logan raises a brow. “Did you, now?”

You cross your arms, giving him a look. “You know I did.”

Logan just grins.

And God help you, that grin—all smug and teasing and unfairly attractive—makes your stomach flip again.

You scowl, jabbing a finger at his chest. “This is your fault.”

Logan chuckles. “Oh, mine?”

“Yes.” You poke him again. “You and your stupid, distracting—”

Before you can finish, Logan grabs your wrist, tugs you forward, and kisses you again.

It’s fast, playful, over before you can even react—

But when he pulls back, the smirk on his face is even worse than before.

You huff. “You are impossible.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, but you like me anyway.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile.

Then you glance at the ruined cookies and sigh. “Well… at least we tried.”

Logan snorts. “Pretty sure we failed.”

You groan. “What am I supposed to do with these?”

Logan eyes them. Then, slowly, he reaches for one.

You watch in horror as he takes a bite.

There’s a long pause.

Then he chews.

Then he grimaces.

And finally—

He spits it out into the trash.

You burst into laughter.

“I told you they were ruined!” you say between giggles.

Logan wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, scowling. “That was awful.”

You’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe. “I cannot believe you actually tried it.”

Logan mutters something under his breath, but his lips are twitching like he’s trying not to laugh, too.

Then, suddenly—before you can react—he dips his fingers into the leftover flour and flicks some at you.

You gasp. “Logan!”

He smirks. “Payback.”

“Oh, you’re dead.”

And just like that, you’re both at it again—flour flying, laughter echoing through the kitchen, ruined cookies forgotten.

Eventually, when you’re both completely covered in flour and thoroughly exhausted, you collapse against the counter, panting.

Logan glances at you, brushing a bit of flour from your cheek with his thumb.

His touch lingers.

Your heart stutters.

Then he tilts his head slightly, voice lower now—soft, warm. “Y’know… I wouldn’t mind tryin’ again.”

You blink. “What? Baking?”

He nods. “If it means spendin’ more time with you? Yeah.”

And God help you, your heart does another stupid little flip.

You smile. “You’re gonna regret saying that.”

Logan smirks. “We’ll see.”

And then he kisses you again—flour-covered, cookie-failed, and absolutely perfect.

[femininefables]

Left astray

Sevika x fem!reader

cw: homelessness, implied off page parental abuse, alcohol, sort of suicidal thoughts? Reader is underweight and trying to gain more, so if weight is a sensitive subject steer clear!

PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND AVOID IF ANYTHING IS TRIGGERING❤️

This was it. You were dying. You probably should feel sad, vengeful, or desperate to cling to life, but you just didn’t. At least dying would remove you from the miserable existence that is life.

Homeless, starving, and dirty, you’ve just been rotting away on the streets of Zaun. Even in your final moments, you can’t even look up at the sky for some comfort. You only see smog, neon, and more desolate buildings.

You can’t help but grin. This is pathetic. You’re pathetic. As you finally close your eyes, something or someone interrupts your pitiful death. “Hey. You alright?” You open your eyes. Someone is looming over your cadaverous form, and they squat down next to you.

“I have water if you want.” It’s a woman. She looks stern, but there’s a hint of concern in her face. “I want to die.” Is all you mutter out. She sighs, digs in her pocket, and takes out a cigarette. After lighting it, she sits down next to you. “I get it. I used to think I did too. Watching my home, and the people who live here get trapped in situations like yours..”

“I’m not looking for sympathy.” You say dryly. “That’s fine… But It’s not..I can’t just walk away knowing you’ll be dead by tomorrow.” You cautiously peek at her. “Why? I don’t know you. And I’m sure you don’t go around saving every homeless nobody.” She takes a drag. “You’re right. I don’t… but maybe I should. Its them I’m fighting for anyways..”

Fighting for? What is this lady talking about?…You brush it off and speak again. “what are you gonna do with me?” “Hold still…” Before you can even comprehend it, She lifts you up and starts walking. You’re too weak to even protest, and let the rhythm of her footsteps lull you to sleep.

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You wake up on a tattered looking couch covered by a soft blanket. Something’s strange. You’re wearing a large t-shirt, your skin is clean, and your hair is damp. Have you been bathed? You’re still nearly skin and bones, but you feel a lot better. The apartment you’re in smells of smoke and stale air. Like whoever lives in it doesn’t live in it too often.

There’s a small paper on a coffee table in front of you. It has writing on it, and looks like it was left for you to read. Bold of the author to assume you had enough of an education to read. You did, but only because of your mother. She hated you now. Being reminded of her only caused more pain, so you avoided anything related to her. That included reading.

Nevertheless, you pick up the note and read

Hey, whatever your name is. I don’t mind you crashing at my place since you seem pretty harmless. I’m Sevika, and yes I did give you a bath, no, I didn’t do anything to you. I couldn’t have you smelling like shit and laying all over my stuff. Eat whatever you want, stay out of my closet, and I’ll be back by evening. I’ll know if you fucked around with anything.

Sevika’s handwriting is surprisingly pretty for her reputation around here. In your delirious state, you hadn’t realized that it was her you were talking to. Silco’s guard dog, the Scary Lady, or Murder Machine. You heard all of those less than favorable names referring to her.

But here you were, in her shirt, sleeping on her couch, and being invited to stay till you picked yourself up. What had caused such a random change in her character? Unless she’s just a nice woman and everyone else has her all wrong, this is pretty uncharacteristic. Maybe you looked so pathetic she pitied you.

That evening came fast. The door opening and slamming shut made you freeze mid fridge-raid. “You’re up…” Is all Sevika says as she strides over to you. With a half eaten apple in your hand, you can’t find any words for her. “Not talking anymore? That’s fine. Can I at least know your name?” Your name feels strange and unfamiliar coming from your lips. You haven’t said it in ages. When your priority is just to survive, names aren’t really important.

“Alright. If you want, I can order you something when I pick up my takeout.” She’s giving you dinner now too? You nod eagerly before you even notice. Your stomach growls obnoxiously. “Sorry…” you mutter. She doesn’t reply, and just goes to sit on the couch.

Dinner is awkward. You’re sitting across from her, while trying not to wolf down the greasy, delicious, fat filled burger in front of you. Sevika is wearing reading glasses while combing through an array of documents. Every so often, her eyes look over you just to see what you’re doing.

Once you’ve fed yourself enough to slow down, you try and break the silence. “So uhm…why are you doing this? You’re not exactly known around for being charitable…” Sevika lifts her gaze and takes off her reading glasses. She’s not looking in your direction when she responds. “I guess I just…you…reminded me of someone. Someone from a long time ago.”

What kind of response is that? “And the whole reason I do what I do is to help people like you.” She has a voice that grounds you. There’s no feeling uncertain around such a confident woman. “But don’t go getting any ideas. This doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want.” You’re still confused. Why you? Why today?

That night, you’re sleeping on the couch. Sevika is confidently sleeping in her bed, snoring like a freight train. She knows you wouldn’t dare try anything, given her reputation for breaking limbs. When sleep finally comes, your dreams turn to nightmares. Violent nightmares calling you back to your past. Normally, shivering in a cardboard box would keep them at bay.

You see your mother on that day. screaming at you with enraged purple eyes, trembling, with purple scars crawling all over her body. It took everything from you. Your life, your mother, your home…You wake up in a cold sweat, crying out and wiping tears from your face. Everything’s spinning and you let out a weak whimper. Suddenly, there’s a hand on your back, rubbing in firm circles.

“You’re alright…not out there in the rain anyways..” It’s Sevika. she’s trying her best to comfort you, but you can tell it’s not something she’s used to doing. You don’t even care. You bury your face in her chest and hug her close, crying and gasping from the awful memory.

Sevika is frozen. she seems unsure of what to do with you. One hand rests on your head, and her bionic arm finds your back. “Not so blunt now…Sorry. Too soon.” She remarks. You center yourself, and pull back from her feeling a little embarrassed. “Sorry I woke you…” “ S’alright.”

She sits there with you on the couch until you fall back asleep…

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It’s been one week since you first arrived at Sevika’s apartment. You’ve gained a little weight back, but the nightmares still terrorize you. Sevika’s picked up on the way you flinch when startled, or how uncomfortable you get when she smokes weed or drinks heavily.

It’s clear to her that you have a negative history with substances, so she starts to limit her alcohol when you’re around, and she’ll only smoke on the balcony. You’re worried that you’re being a burden to her. One night, you see her smoking on the balcony, and step outside with her.

She doesn’t say anything, but raises an eyebrow as her way of asking: “What’s up?” You lean your elbows on the railing. “You know… you don’t have to change your lifestyle for me. Letting me just be here even though I’m a stranger is enough.” Sevika takes a drag. “Here in the undercity, it’s important that we stick together. You needed help, so I decided to help you. I’m not going to pry into your damage, but if cutting back on my bad habits makes you more comfortable, I’m fine with that.” She smiles, and faces you. “Besides, having a pretty girl for a roommate ain’t so bad, bunny rabbit.”

You can’t even focus on the fact that she just called you pretty. “Bunny rabbit?” She chuckles. “You’re skittish as hell. M’scared you’ll just faint from shock one of these days.” She’s not wrong about that. You’re used to always needing to be on high alert. Every sound could mean danger.

You only feel more guilty. “Sorry…” your voice cracks embarrassingly. Sevika’s smile drops and she looks over at you. “Oh- I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings... No use feeling bad about it. Let’s just work on getting better, m’kay?” She presses her cigarette to the railing to out it, and puts one hand on your shoulder, leading you back inside. “Let’s go to bed, it’s late.”

As time goes by, you start to bond with Sevika. She’ll come home, tell you all about her day, eat dinner with you, and talk until you fall asleep. The nightmares ease too. If you do have one, she’s right there to tell you that everything’s okay.

One afternoon, Sevika gets back early with a shopping bag. You get up off of the couch to greet her. “Sevika? What’s that?” She smirks, and pulls out a pretty dress with spaghetti straps. “Since you came along, I haven’t been to the Last Drop in a while. So, I thought you might wanna come with.” You take the dress from her and admire it. “Sevika… it’s so pretty! But I don’t know… I haven’t been to a bar.” She puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You’ll be fine with me. Trust me. As long as everybody knows you’re with me, you’re safe.”

So, you decide to go with her. When you were getting dressed, Sevika spotted you looking at yourself nervously in the mirror. “Hey… is it too much? I didn’t really know what you’d like…” you turn to her. “No it’s pretty! I’m just… not used to this.” Sevika goes into her closet and comes back, draping a leather jacket over your shoulders. “You can have this for tonight if it makes you more comfortable.”

You feel your face heat up. “…thank you.” She smiles, and pats your shoulder. “No problem bunny rabbit.” The whole walk to the Last Drop, Sevika keeps you close. She glares at anyone who even looks in your direction, and yells threats back at cat-callers. When you finally reach the place, she opens the door for you. “Ladies first.” You smile. “You’re a lady too y’know.” She rolls her eyes playfully.

You weren’t sure what to expect at the bar. Sitting next to Sevika while she throws snide comments at the other card players definitely wasn’t it. She’s winning big time though. Laughing and squeezing your shoulder every time she sweeps another pile of chips her way.

Around an hour later, Sevika is definitely tipsy, but her instincts are sharp as ever. For some reason, more people keep coming to play against her even though she can’t stop winning. This next game looks especially tough. For a moment, you think it’s finally over before she reveals her winning deck. Her opponents jaw drops. Sevika lets out a booming laugh and just pulls you onto her lap like you’re the prize.

“Thought I was in trouble there, didn’t chya, cutie?” She laughs again while you register being seated on her muscular thigh. The other players mutter curses and storm off. “Wasn’t that fun? You didn’t drink any though.” Her large hand caresses your waist.

“I don’t like alcohol.” You respond curtly. Sevika lets you get off of her before she grabs the large sack of her winnings. “Let’s head home. Yeah? sweet thing?” You’re surprised at how casual she’s being with you. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but the Sevika you’ve heard about isn’t nice and flirty in the slightest.

When you finally arrive at the apartment, Sevika crashes on the couch instantly. She seems like the type to be able to hold her alcohol, but she was being a little excessive today. After all that, you’re tired too. You take off the dress she gave you and slip on one of her shirts. Climbing back onto the couch, you snuggle against her human arm, and let sleep take you.

You wake up slowly. the sunshine is filtering in the room through the window. Sevika’s arm is draped over you like a blanket. It’s heavy. Given your current state, you’re not strong enough to move it. Not that you’d want to anyways. Sevika is usually up earlier than you. Perhaps she’s got a hangover.

With a big yawn, Sevika finally wakes up. She doesn’t say anything to you, despite the rather intimate sleeping arrangement. She stands up, ruffles your hair, and goes to turn on her coffee machine. “You could’ve taken the bed.” She finally says from across the apartment.

“I…didn’t want to.” Is all you can think to say. Sevika walks towards the couch again and plops down next to you. “Why not?” Her gray eyes stare unyielding into your own. “…just didn’t wanna.” You dont want to admit that you wanted to be on the couch with her. You haven’t known each other for very long. Not long enough to cuddling like you’d known her for years. “Okay, bunny rabbit..”

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Sevika was already kind to you before, but now she’s treating you like a pet. When she goes to the store, you know she’s coming back with something for you. Whether it’s a candy, new clothes, or just something she thinks you’d like.

She starts to touch you more too. She says it’s to “help you get used to it.” But every time she brushes her hand against your cheek or holds you by your waist, your heart flutters.

You’ve been living with Sevika for over a month now. Standing on her scale, you wait nervously to see your weight. Healthy. Still some way to go, but you’re not skin and bone anymore. Your cheeks look a little fuller, your skin a little more smooth, and there’s a glimmer again in your eyes.

The door slams shut, making you nearly jump out of your skin. It’s Sevika, but she doesn’t call for you like normal. Curiously, you exit the bathroom to see what’s happened. She’s standing with her hands pressed against he counter, hackles raised, and her muscles are tensed. “Sev?” You approach her and place a hand on her shoulder blade.

“Hey bunny…” She finally acknowledges you. She speaks to you in a soft, low voice that makes your breath catch in your throat. “Sorry if I scared ya…Know how you are. Today was just…Fuck, bunny. I don’t feel like chatting about it.” She pulls you in a hug. It’s sudden, but not unwelcome.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to…” you say to her. She sighs, goes over to the couch, and takes off her arm. “Come’ere.” You join her on the couch and she pulls you closer with her right arm. “You know…things have been better round’ere since you showed up.” “Really?” She smiles at you, running her human hand through your hair. “Yeah… if I didn’t have you, I’d probably be de-stressing in some other awful way.” You raise an eyebrow at the vague response. “Like what?”

A teasing grin forms on her face. “I dunno.. maybe by beating up some thugs or even a couple sessions at Babette’s.” Your face contorts into one of shocked surprise. Sevika notices and chuckles. “Yeah I get around, bunny.”

There was no doubt in your mind that it wasn’t true. After all, she’s an incredibly handsome woman. Broad muscular shoulders, and a face that could make your heart melt and your blood run cold depending on its expression. You sometimes fantasized that there could be something more with her, but demeaning thoughts told you that you were only a charity case for her.

She couldn’t truly care about you, because nobody ever did. Sevika notices the sudden shift in your expression. “Hey bunny… you alright?” “Yeah…I’m fine.” She senses you don’t want to be questioned further, and leaves back into her seat. “If you need something, I’m here. Kay?”

You nod, pushing away the thoughts of your yearning, and self hatred, opting to enjoy some peace for the first time in a while.

[httpknjoon]

peach and vanilla lip balm | jjk

plot | No kissing rule was made between you and your secret boyfriend when he learned how you got your lip balm. But can Jungkook win in this rule he probably brought to himself?

words | 2.2k+

genres | fluff, crack,  secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

note | set before their other friends found out.

main masterlist  |  drabble series masterlist

If your friends were ever detectives, you and Jungkook doubt they would be able to find any clues to a crime.

It has been a couple of years since that New Year’s day when you two made it official to each other. And after one failed attempt to share the news with your friends, you two managed to just keep everything lowkey for the meantime, much to your surprise with how affectionate your boyfriend can get and how much of a bad liar you are. But for now, you two enjoy keeping things to yourselves. It felt more peaceful these last few weeks.

Now, you and your friends are at Jenny’s after she invited everyone for dinner. Every time she wants to try a new recipe as a head chef for one of the best-reviewed restaurants in the city, she calls up everyone to be her official food taster. For tonight, she made her homemade pasta with pesto, along with Caprese salad. To say that everyone was satisfied is an understatement, especially since Blaire brought the rose wine.

After dinner, Jungkook was left alone in the living room with Wooshik and Dara. You were still in the kitchen with Jenny while Blaire was taking a call outside. Jungkook didn’t really catch on to what his friends were talking about as he kept his attention on some dog videos he found on his Instagram feed. He was giggling to himself while watching someone’s puppy howl along to some song playing in the background of the clip.

“What flavor is it? Cherry or strawberry?”

“I like what YN has! It tastes good.”

As if someone called his attention, Jungkook’s head shot up from scrolling at his phone when he heard Wooshik say that. He didn’t really care what everyone was talking about until someone mentioned you. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Wooshik, phone long forgotten while he tried to catch up with what he missed within the ten minutes he was distracted.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asked.

Dara shifted on the couch, turning to him, “Wooshik wants me to buy him something when I go to Tokyo tomorrow.”

“And what is it?” 

“That lip balm YN uses. She said she got it there!” Wooshik exclaimed. “I can’t find it anywhere here. I like the flavor.”

“How… How–” Jungkook finds himself pausing for a second when he feels his tongue-twisting with words he is about to ask, “How did you know what it tastes like?”

“I borrowed it before. It’s not like we kissed!”

“Ew!” you entered the living room lightly smacking Wooshik at the back of his head. “Correction, I gave it to him after he used it without permission. I don’t like sharing lip balms,” you said, lowkey reassuring Jungkook.

You took up the space next to him on the other couch before comfortably resting your legs on his lap. You were a little tired of helping Jenny clean up in her kitchen and dining room. She still has to prepare the dessert that she’s been proud of in your group chat so you promised to take over the cleaning part for her. 

“I was curious! It smells good every time you open it everywhere.” he reasoned, making you roll your eyes.

“It doesn’t give you any permission to use it! You know I buy those straight from Japan,” you replied.

“What flavor is it anyway? Why does Wooshik like it so much?” Dara asked.

“It’s peach and vanilla. It really does smell good! Wait–”

They watched as you sat back up and reached for your purse to get your famous lip balm. Jungkook had seen the small baby pink tube before. You carry it with you everywhere. To prove your point, you slowly removed the cap off the tube. The subtle and pleasant smell of your favorite lip care product filled the room. It smelled exactly what you would expect it to be: fruity and sweet. Jungkook immediately recognized it and immediately connected the scent with you, like it was already ingrained in his brain.

“See?” you said proudly before reapplying the product on your lips.

Your friends agreed before getting back on Wooshik asking Dara to buy that for him. But, your boyfriend got his eyes stuck on you. Jungkook watched intently as the pale pink balm smoothly glided on your lips. He caught how your favorite lip products made your lips glossier and more tinted with pink. His eyes were so focused on your lips that he didn't notice that you were looking at him, observing how he seemed so dazed over that specific part of your face.

After pressing your lips together, to equally spread the product, you see him unconsciously licking his lips. You tried not to smirk. Instead, you smacked your lips together, as if giving a kiss to the air. The action snapped him out of his daze. When his eyes finally moved to meet yours, you were already smiling, scrunching your nose at him, being a tease.

After finishing the night with Jenny’s creamy Tiramisu cake and another dumb debate about eggs and chickens, everyone began going. Dara had to leave earlier since she still had to prepare for her flight. Everyone decided to leave an hour later. Jungkook became the designated driver for you, Wooshik, and Blaire, who currently have her car in the shop. Of course, you were the last passenger in his car even though you already passed by your house when driving Wooshik to his house, who didn't stop talking about your lip balm. Curiosity grew in your secret boyfriend's head and began asking questions while he drove you to your place.

"Is that why you have like a stock of them in one of your drawers?" he asked in a tone like he was learning something useful.

You nodded even though he could not really look at you, "Yeah, I mean, I have to at least make the shipping fee worth it."

Squinting his eyes, he nods in agreement. He continued, "How did you even know that balm anyway if it's from another country?"

That's when you take a short pause, pressing your lips together, thinking if you should tell the detailed version of your favorite lip balm's history. Yeah, he can take it.

"Well... Remember Kenji?

It was like something stirred in Jungkook's ears when he heard that name after so many years had passed. But he remained cool, stealing glances at your direction.

“Yeah, your ex-boyfriend in college?"

“Yeah," you replied, trying to stop yourself from grinning after sensing a shift in his energy. "He was the one who bought me that lip balm at first, back when he visited his grandparents there during a holiday break."

He hummed, suddenly losing interest in that lip balm, "Is that so?"

"Yup!" you popped out your answer. “If you are curious about it, I will let you try it. Here.”

You offered the said lip balm to your boyfriend. Because of the stoplight turning red, Jungkook had a chance to give you a dirty look instead of trying it on his lips.

“Not when your ex bought it for you."

“It’s not like he still buys it for me now. I don't even know where that guy is anymore!" you laughed when you finally got his jealousy confirmed with that response. "It just happens that an ex of mine recommended a great product. That’s why I’m still using it now!”

Jungkook didn't say anything anymore, but you could see the small pout forming on his lips. No one said anything for the rest of the drive. You don't really mind letting the radio take over. But when he stopped the car in front of your house, you gently held his chin and made him look at you before moving your hand on his cheek.

"Baby, are you jealous?" you asked, almost in a whisper, while drawing circles on his skin with your thumb.

He was quick to shake his head before pulling away from your touch, "Nope. Just don't want to try it."

After knowing each other for so many years, even before you began dating, you can see easily through Jungkook's pouty lips and scrunched brows. He can be the jealous kind, you are very much aware of it and find it cute. So, you'll just let it float around for now.

"Okay, that is good to know, that you are being truly mature about this." you grinned devilishly with a sarcasm laced around your words, when in fact, you are not handling the scenario maturely too. You added, "If you don’t want to try it, fine. Then, that means no kissing because I use this lip balm like my life depends on it.”

“Fine,” he replied like it was nothing.

“Fine,” you repeated with the same tone.

 For the last time, you took the cap off and reapplied the lip balm, knowing fully that he was looking at you. Jungkook could not look away as he immediately began regretting the last thing he agreed on. With how competitive you can get, he knows that you will wait for him to break.

“So... I guess, I'll go." you smiled, picking up your purse. Jungkook leaned for at least, a kiss on your cheek. But you opened your arms and gave him a hug with a tap on his back. Like he is some distant acquaintance. He can spot the shit-eating grin on your face as you pull away and step out of his car.

You waved before turning your back, "No kissing! Bye, babe!”

How much must a girl put on that lip balm?

Because Jungkook has been counting and so far, that peach and vanilla-flavored lip balm of yours has moved smoothly on your soft lips exactly fourteen times ever since he arrived here in your house.

It has been thirteen days since that dumb agreement of no kissing and Jungkook feels like he is losing his mind. He feels like a twelve-year-old hoping to finally kiss the girl he was pining for. He kind of hates that he seemed to be the only one affected in this game. He was the one sitting on the couch, watching you silently as he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the couch armrest. You were chatting with Dara about her trip, along with Blaire and Jenny, when you pulled out that balm mid-conversation.

"Why are you mad?" Wooshik suddenly showed up next to him.

He turned his head, "What?"

"You look angry." his best friend pressed harder. "Your hard stare on YN can literally dig holes."

"I don't know what you're talking about." he got up, heading to your kitchen to get a glass of ice-cold water.

Even though you are in the middle of chatting with your friends, you still spotted your boyfriend leaving the living room, where you guys were having your game night that you hosted. After excusing yourself to go get some snacks, you successfully found Jungkook in the kitchen. You never thought someone could look sad while filling up a glass of water.

"You okay?"

That small whisper of yours managed to almost make him jump as he was too deep in his thoughts. You stepped closer, standing next to him, fully taking advantage of your friends being in the other room. He tried not to react when you rested your chin on his shoulder. But then, after receiving nothing but dry hugs and just physical touches from you these past few days, you tiptoed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

It was quick. But enough to break him. You were being unfair, he thought.

So, his hands held your waist and looked at you, looking for any sign of surrender on your face. But all he got was the same grin you sported that night in his car. He rolled his eyes and you chuckled, knowing that action meant that he was already raising his white flag.

"Do you have anything to say, babe? Because I think, we should go back–"

"Princess, I miss you." he pouts.

"But we see each other every day, silly." you teased him, pinching his lips. "I don't know why–"

Jungkook cuts you off again. But this time, it was not with his words. More like his lips. He leaned in, pressing your lips together, finally feeling your soft and smooth lips on his. He felt you smile during the kiss. So he didn't waste time anymore, deepening the kiss. You felt him pressing your body closer to him as his tongue glided on your lips, tasting the peach-vanilla flavor on it.

"So good," he whispered.

He felt the vibration when you chuckled. Just when he felt your fingers in his hair, you heard footsteps coming closer.

"YN, can you–"

"Oh my god!"

Panicked, you accidentally pushed your secret boyfriend much stronger than you anticipated, making him lose balance and fall to the ground. You instantly covered your mouth as Jungkook groaned. Jenny, who just came in to ask you for something, definitely heard the thump since she came in with a raised eyebrow.

"What happened?" she asked.

Jungkook was already getting up with his hand on his side rib, rubbing the skin on it. You were too shocked to even think about your response, which was,

"We... We were looking for my lip balm. I think I lost it here while getting the chips."

Jungkook just nodded at that, "Yeah, I wanna try it."

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[thefeverburningalive]

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝖳𝖾𝗇 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖨 𝖧𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖠𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎.

billie eilish x fem! reader

chapter two | ch1

summary: due to the recent new rule given to your sister by your father, some meddling parties decide the easiest way to get you to date is by paying somebody to take you out. who better to do so then the hot mysterious delinquent?

a/n: part two is here! thank you SO MUCH for the love on the first part<3 sorry this one took so long to write but i really wanted to put my all into it! if you haven’t read the first part then please do before you read this one! requests are open so feel free to send them in:) please like, reblog, and share if you can <3

genre: slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, enemies(ish) to lovers, lowk fboy billie but not actually, eventual topics of drinking & high school parties

warnings: teenage partying (underage drinking), foul language

word count: 3.7k

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“nice ride, vintage fenders. i dig it.” you’re met with the sound of billie’s voice and the scene of her leaning up against your car as you walk out of the small vintage shop. “are you following me?” billie laughs at your annoyance as she gets up and takes a smaller step closer to you. this time she’s wearing some black jeans, slightly less baggy than the ones she wore yesterday, along with a plain white tshirt and a black leather jacket. her hair was down this time with a little pair of dainty glasses decorating her face. “i was at the laundry mat across the street. i recognized your car from yesterday so i came to say hi.” the tone at which she spoke was unreadable, something you also noticed from yesterday, it was hard for you to analyze the true intention of her words. she looks at you like she’s anticipating a response, so with an eye roll you give her one. “hi.” you then swiftly try to enter your car. “not much of a talker, huh?” billie, just as swift, slides her frame between you and the car door- making it impossible for you to close said door. “depends on the topic. didn’t seem like there was much to discuss.” she tilts her head slightly at you, almost like she was confused yet amused. you raise her eyebrow at her and she continues to speak. “you’re really not afraid of me, are you?” billie seemed genuinely intrigued. her question perplexed you, as did she. “why would i be afraid of you?” you say, speaking more genuine then you have been with her. she simply shrugs, tugging her hands into her jacket pockets. “well- most people are.” it’s then your turn to give a slight chuckle. “well- im not most people.” you where pleased with your own response. not that you’re interested in talking to her, but it was fun to sass someone who wasn’t on your usual list. with that billie steps aside while putting her arm out in an ‘after you’ gesture, referring to you entering your own car. you roll your eyes and start the car- but not before noticing the wink billie throws your way. you make sure she catches your scoff before pulling out of the spot to drive home.

later that day, billie’s leaning up against her own car, smoking a cigarette once again while waiting for zoe to come out of the store. “we know what you’re trying to do- with y/n stratford.” billie turns her focus to see cameron and micheal standing beside her. “yeah? and what’re gonna do about it?” billie gives them a dead stare as she speaks. the two boys start to get nervous as they continue to speak. “w-we’re here to help out!” the boys then go on to explain how it was them who planned the whole ordeal. they also proceed to tell her about the information about you they had gotten from bianca, things like your favorite bands, favorite foods, along with the fact that you hated people who smoke. “so how exactly do you expect me to charm a girl who won’t even give me the time of day?” as billie speaks- she starts to get slightly annoyed. despite most people being afraid of her, she’s still always good with the ladies. not being able to get you into her charm was a challenge she’s getting frustrated with. “let’s start with friday night. there’s gonnna be a huge party. it’s the perfect opportunity.” the two seem pretty adamant about this party, but it’s not really billie’s scene. at this point billie notices zoe leave the store with a bag in hand. they give each other a look as zoe entered the passengers seat. “i gotta go. i’ll think about it.” cameron and micheal took a step back as billie entered her car. she starts it with a loud roar and headed off. “god i hope this works.” cameron says to micheal as micheal pats his back.

using the information she just obtained- billie found out that one of your favorite bands, the sleeping, would be playing at one of the local clubs that night. with much dismay billie sat herself at the bar of the club- the last place she’d want to be. “i need water!” you yell to your friend from on the dance floor before approaching the bar. as you order you notice billie sitting there, beer in hand. “you know, if you plan on asking me out again, you better just get it over with.” you say- mostly shout- to billie. she glances up then take a sip of her drink. “would you mind? you’re kind of ruining the music for me.” this makes you actually laugh. “you’re not surrounded by your usual smoke cloud.” you state the observation, actually holding conversation with the girl. “i know. i quit. they’re apparently bad for you.” billie has a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she remains seated, looking up at you. “you know, these guys are no jimmy eat world or taking back sunday, but they’re not bad.” she speaks once more, keeping her attention on the stage at the other end of the large room. “you know who taking back sunday is?!” you choke down the smile that dares to spread across your face, although for once billie is able to see through you. this makes her grin before continuing. “why? you don’t? y’know i was watching you out there before,, never seen you look so sexy mamas.” billie throws a wink your way as you cringe at the nickname. you take note that this isn’t the first time she’s called you that. the persistent girl then finally notices the amount of people watching her, realizing they all heard her call you sexy. she scratches the back of her neck slightly embarrassed of the attention and this makes you smirk as you cross your arms. “come to the party with me y/n.” that’s the first time she’s called you by your name. “you don’t give up, do you billie?” you seemed it only fitting to use her name in turn. “was that a yes?” billie now stands up infront of you. “no.” you state as you start to walk away from billie and towards your friends. “well, was that a no?!” billie shouts to you, cupping her hands around her mouth so her words reach you. “no!” you shout back over your shoulder, an unmistakable smile lightly displayed across your face.

friday night

as you walk down the stairs, you hear bianca and your father bicker. she’s begging him to let her and her friend go to the party. “daddy everyone expects me there!!” she shouts with her usual annoying whine-coated tone. “do you know about any party y/n?” your father turns his attention to you now. you simply shrug your shoulders, you knew about this party and how much it meant to bianca. as much as you two didn’t always get along she was still your sister, so you didn’t want to ruin her shot of going with your opinions. “bianca you’re not going unless your sister goes.” your fathers words make the both of your jaws drop. bianca turns to you and puts her hands on your shoulders. “can you please, just for one night, forget that you’re completely wretched and just be my sister? please y/n?? please do this for me!” even with her insults you could tell bianca was sincere. you closed your eyes and sighed. “fine. i’ll make an appearance i guess.” you gave in, and it makes both bianca and her friend start to jump up and down and scream with joy. your dad starts to give the two a lecture so you use the opportunity to slip back upstairs so you could change out of your lounge clothes. you settle on a pair of dark blue wash flair miss me jeans, along with an off the shoulder slightly baggy black long sleeved shirt. you slip into your beat up vans and head back downstairs. the three of you go to head out the door, but standing outside- mid knock in motion- is billie. “what are you doing here??” billie’s wearing a matching baggy tshirt and short set with some knee high socks, black shoes and bandana around her head. “it’s friday. im here to take you to the party.” you scoff and slide past her. “whatever. im driving.” and with that all four of you where off to the party. the second you arrive you’re met with loud music and drunken imbeciles. bianca and her friend immediately dissapeared, leaving you with just billie. “ayyyy look who crawled her way out of hell! lookin good tonight y/n!” joey stands infront of you, his friends whistling behind him. “fuck off joey. you’re too close, i can see your receding hairline.” you cross your arms and walk away, at this point you even lost billie. “aw cmon where you goin’?” joey jogs up to you and keeps your pace. “away.” you try to ignore him, but he doesn’t quit. “your sister here?” this makes you stop dead in your tracks. “you stay away from my sister.” you lean in close, your pointer finger pushing against his chest. he laughs and throws his arm up. “oh i’ll stay away from your sister, but i cannot guarantee she’ll stay away from me.” the cockiness and mockery that smothered his voice makes your blood boil. he seems satisfied firing you up and heads off in the direction of a bunch of guys chugging beer kegs. “oh fuck this.” giving in, you grab a red solo cup and fill it with whatever vile liquor was in the large kitchen. within thirty five minutes you’re already drunk.

billie had absolutely no idea where you went. one minute she was following behind you, and the next you’re completely out of her sight. just as she was about to give up she notices you over by a kitchen island, taking a shot, and pouring yourself another. “what’re you doing? ‘ve been lookin all over the place for you.” there’s a rosey hue that covers your cheeks due to the alcohol consumption, your guard and attitude are down as well. “psh i’m getting trashed man. isnt that what you’re supposed to do at a party?” you’re actually smiling as you speak. billie’s never seen anyone so.. pretty. maybe it was just the alcohol talking, for the both of you, but there was something about you that stood out to her. you then pushed past billie, letting her catch a wiff of your pistachio and vanilla perfume, and grabbed another drink. billie sighed and came to stand directly in front of you to take the drink. “hey hey, how ‘bout you let me have this one, huh?” you swerve your arm before she could take the bottle from you. “no! this one’s mine!” you make a quick run for it and leave billie stranded in the kitchen. she honestly wasn’t sure what to do. she thought about letting you get drunk and let loose- but apart of her knew that you’d be extremely unhappy by the morning. the sound of the cheering of your name and whistling pulls billie out of her thoughts. as she looked up she saw you standing on a coffee table, dancing and singing to whatever awful song is playing. more and more people gathered to watch as you sway your hips and run your fingers through your hair. billie pushed people out of her way to stand right beside the table, making sure not to take her eyes off of you as you stumble and dance. when you finally notice billie you attempt to say something to her, but before you can, you trip over your shoelaces. you prepared yourself to hit the ground but you’re met with strong, soft, arms. billie had caught you. all you could do was stare at her face. you’d never really looked that closely at it. from this angle, you could see all the soft freckles that decorated her face. her lips where a soft pink- just like her cheeks. her eyes where light blue yet somehow so deep, almost hypnotizing. “are you okay mamas?” billie held genuine concern for you, you could tell. what are you thinking? getting all soft. you should know better. don’t be weak. you then pushed billie away as you stood up. “ ‘m fine.” you attempt to walk away but you stumble and are forced to put a hand on billie’s shoulder to balance yourself. “you’re not fine. cmon.” billie puts your arm fully around her while placing her own around your waist. the taller girl starts to lead you through the crowded house, heading to the back door. “js needta.. sit.” was all you said- a pitiful attempt of a protest. billie says nothing in response while continuing to lead you now that you’re out in the backyard.

“cmon, here, sit down.” billie places you carefully onto a swing seat- but not before you slip and fall on your back. “jesus y/n- the last thing you need is a concussion.” billie gets you up and guides you back to the swing. she holds it while you plop yourself down, insuring that you don’t fall off. you get annoyed at her holding you up. “ugh you’re so patronizing.” billie laughs as she slowly lets you go. she places herself on the swing next to you but still turns her body to face you. “leave it up to you to use big words when you’re fucked up.” a silence falls over you two. for the first time neither of you know what to say next. every interaction that took place between the two of you had always had some sort of comment, rebuttal, question or answer. but now there was only silence. it was killing you now that some of the alcohol was wearing off, enough to make you aware but yet still tipsy enough to be lose. “why are you doing this?” you broke the silence. you wanted answers so you broke the silence. “well, you could get sick.. plus i gotta make sure you didn’t hit your head hard enough to do some damage.” billie’s answer wasn’t exactly what you wanted to hear. sure, that may be why she’s currently doing what she’s doing, but that didn’t answer what you actually wanted to know. “you wouldn’t care if i never woke up.” you crossed your right leg over your left, letting the other bounce up and down. “sure i would.” you give her a look that makes her laugh, and it’s almost contagious. almost. “if you didn’t wake up then i’d have to start taking out girls who actually like me.” billie responded while leaning her body the slightest bit closer to you. you rolled your eyes and looked away. “like you could find one.” billie lets out a smaller, shorter, laugh now. “see! that there. who needs affection when i have blind hatred?” you couldn’t lie, that made you laugh a little. you sighed with a slight smile. “i don’t really know you.” you say as you look up at the sky, admiring some of its stars. billie pauses for a moment, debating on what to say next. “then again you don’t really know me either.” after adding that part in, you brought your focus back to billie. her expression softens, she looks down at her own hands, before looking back at you, then back at her hands. “eilish. uh- my middle name is eilish. i always thought my last name was silly so i started introducing myself with my middle name when i was a kid.” even though she wasn’t looking at you, you where looking at her. “billie eilish. hm. has a nice ring to it.” your response gets her to lock eyes with you, noticing that you have a smile plastered on your face. this time you weren’t trying to hide it. “i can’t believe i drank so muchhh im so dumb.” you change the topic with a whine and put your head in your hands while leaning on your knees. “yeaaah i definitely didn’t picture you to be the party type.” billie didn’t want to push to ask why, but almost as if you could read her mind, you started to speak. “i let him get to me.” picking your head up with a sigh, you look back at her. “why though?” this time billie allows herself to push just the slightest bit. “i hate him.” you both pause, looking at each other, and then break out into a small fit of laughter. “well you’ve chosen the perfect revenge. tequila.” her small dig made you roll your eyes. “yeah yeah. no need to remind me eilish.” this was your first time giving her a nick name instead of the other way around. you didn’t notice, but this caused a small blush to creep across her face. “mhm. well i told you something about me, so do i get to hear something about you?” billie speaks with a slight nervous tone, almost like she’s unsure if she’s saying the right thing. you think for a few seconds, unsure of what you should or shouldn’t share. “i play the guitar. nothing fancy, im self taught, but it’s something i enjoy doing in solitude.” once again silence falls over you.

billie goes to say something but notices you leaning against the swings chain with your eyes closed. “y/n?” no response. she leans a little closer. “y/n??” once again no response. she quickly gets up and knees in front of you, bringing her hand to your face as she softly taps over and over again on your cheek. “hey, hey, hey- shit fuck- no no, y/n wake up- y/n can you hear me??” this makes you blink your eyes open and lean into her touch. your faces merely inches apart. “hey.. im up.. ‘js tired.” neither of you move. “y’know.. your eyes are so pretty.” you say just barley above a whisper. billie sighs with a smile, and also relief. she realizes her hand is still cupping your face, so she quickly pulls away. like clockwork a wave of nausea hits you. you turn your body around in the seat and start to throw up. it wasn’t a lot- but enough to make you audibly groan. “aaaand on that note, let’s get you home.” she pats your back and lets you finish up before helping you up and walks you to the car. billie of course took your keys the second she caught you from falling, so naturally she gets in the drivers seat. you didn’t even question it. you sip on some water as billie turns on the radio before she starts to drive you home. the sound of one of your favorite songs causes you to slightly turn up the volume. “god i love no doubt. such a good band.” billie only hums in response. “i should do this.” you say as billie then takes a quick look at you before bringing her attention back to the road. “do what?” she had no idea what you where talking about. “this!” you point to the radio. “start a band?” her question makes you scoff. “no become a car stereo. yes start a band! my father would looove that.” you lean your head against the back of the seat and start to look out the window. a part of you dreads going back home. “you don’t strike me as the type that would ask your father for permission.” billie doesn’t look at you, but it takes everything in her not to. “oh so you think you know me?” you turn your body in the passengers seat to face her a little more. billie chuckles and steals a quick look at you before leaning her right elbow on the center console and using her left hand to steer the car. “i’m gettin there.” billie says as she stops at a red light. “the only thing people know about me is that i’m ‘scary’ and a bitch.” you use finger quotes when saying the word scary while emphasizing the description others gave you. “yeah well i’m not a picnic either.” she looks at you after speaking, coincidentally at the same time you look at her- almost like the two of you are sharing a moment of connection before billie sees the light turn green from her peripheral vision. she turns back to the road and continues to drive. it gets quiet once more so billie begins to talk again. “so, what’s up with your dad? is he a pain in the ass?” you could tell billie’s question was genuine. “no not really, he just wants me to be someone i’m not.” after responding you notice the two of you are approaching your house. “who?” billie asks while putting the car into park. “bianca.” the question and answer was cut and dry. “ah bianca.. no offense or anything, i know everyone digs your sister, but uhm.. i think you’re the better stratford sister.” billie’s now turned towards you, leaning back in her seat. you start to stare at her, a little bit of new found admiration fills your chest. “you know, you’re not as vile as i thought you where.” you where now leaning in to her. inching closer and closer, lips parting, the want to kiss her taking over your whole body. you thought this is what you wanted, what she wanted, what you both wanted. but before your lips could connect with hers, she slightly pulls back and clears her throat before speaking. “maybe we should uh- do this another time.” you couldn’t even describe the intense emotions you felt. anger. disappointment. embarrassment. nothing was said before you stormed out of the car, slamming it shut.

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[dismalflo]

All this time

James potter x fem!reader who have been oblivious to each others feelings ✩ 1.2k words

cw; Idiots in love, mutual pining, fluff

an; first james fic!! my requests are open

If the mark of a smart man was knowing when he was defeated, then James Potter was the smartest man on earth. When it came to you he was utterly defeated, no matter how much he tried to deny it. 

‘Oi Prongs! Stop staring at the poor girl, you'll scare her off.’ Sirius teases stopping the trance James seemed to be in. He would like it noted he wasn’t staring, he was gazing. It sounds much more romantic that way he thought.

A rough, but familiar arm drapes over his shoulders as James turns to reply only to be met with Sirius’ knowing smirk, taunting him. He’s never been able to hide from or lie to Sirius. 

‘Oh god, I’m fucked.’ James moans, putting his head in his hands to avoid Sirius’ laugh.

‘You need to pull yourself together, mate. This is embarrassing even for you.’ A hard slap on the back and Sirius slinks away back to Remus’ lap. A part of him wishes it was Remus that caught him, at least he gives some advice before walking away laughing.

He glances over at the boys, only to be met with Remus’ encouraging nod towards you which he promptly ignores.

Before he was caught, James was observing you standing in the kitchen of Sirius and Remus’ flat talking to Lily and Marlene, you’d all sat down for the first time in forever to eat a good meal, have a drink and catch up with each other. He’s surrounded by all the people he loves, and yet when he thinks of who he wants the attention of his head just says; you, you, you. 

For a while James tried flirting with you, but you never reciprocated or seemed to take notice of it, so the only thing James can think is that you really don’t like him and that you might even find him bothersome. He's okay with fancying you from afar now, he's used to it.

He perks up again when he hears the sound of your laughter, looking up he sees Lily whispering something in your ear and the next thing he knows you’re looking directly at him. Oh shit. He's been caught and you’re going to think he's terribly creepy and never talk to him again. Oh fuck. 

He looks back down at the beer in his hand, as he tries to get the blush painting his cheeks under control. The next thing he knows there's a gentle hand tapping his shoulder, and looking up he sees the wonderful angel of a girl, you, who is surely here to let him down gently. You’re too kind to be mean about his obvious pining, he thinks.

‘Can we go have a chat?’ you say in the sweet tone you always seem to have.

He nods, trying to act casual, his heart clenching. This was it, he could already picture the awkward, pitying look in your eyes as you explained how sorry you were that you didn't return his feelings.

He stands up, forcing a smile, and follows you into the other room, not before sending a pleading glance at Sirius to be saved. You turn to face him, your expression unreadable. You seem fidgety, almost nervous?

‘So,’ you start, voice a little hesitant. ‘Lily said something earlier and I thought it was a joke, but she said I should ask you about it.’

‘Oh, what did she say?’ His voice was shaking with nerves.

You shift your weight on your feet, biting your lip. “It was about… you, actually. And me.”

"Oh." He nods, gaze pinned on the wall unwilling to meet your eyes. "Right. Okay." James is begging for you to get this over with, in his head.

You hesitate for a moment, and James looks up to find you watching him intently, your eyes searching his. ‘She said that you fancy me? And I wanted to know if it was true or if she’s just teasing me.’

‘Why would she be teasing you about that?’ James can't help but think this must be a joke at his expense and he definitely doesn't like this one.

‘Well… i think it's quite obvious that i've fancied you forever James.’ 

James feels like the floor drops out from under him. His brain stops processing, and for a few seconds, he’s sure he’s just imagining it. He opens his mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. He’s sure this is a joke, a cruel one at that. His brain catches up and he remembers that you wouldn't be so cruel, neither would any of his friends in the other room. 

‘You... you do?’ he finally manages, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud might break whatever spell has been cast on the moment.

You nod, a soft awkward smile tugging at your lips, and he swears his heart is about to beat out of his chest. ‘Yeah... I don’t know, you’re just so kind and sweet and pretty.’ You sigh, running a hand through your hair, clearly frustrated with yourself.

James realises all at once that he has been so incredibly wrong, so blind, this is ridiculous. 

He can’t help the laugh that bursts out of him, but as soon as he sees the look on your face—your eyes wide, a little hurt, and confused—he immediately regrets it.

‘Wait, no, that’s not what I meant,’ he stammers, his hands instinctively reaching for your shoulders, his fingers brushing the soft fabric of your shirt. ‘I didn’t mean to laugh like that. I just... I can’t believe it, that’s all. I’ve been such an idiot. I like you too. A lot. You never seem to like it when I try to flirt with you.’

You bite your lip, nodding, but James can see the hesitation in your eyes. He feels a pang of guilt, wishing he could take back the stupid laugh.

‘I—I just thought you’d never notice me like that. I’m always so... all over the place, and I thought maybe you thought I was annoying or... I don’t know,’ his voice drops and he sounds unsure of himself now, so different to the James Potter you know.

‘James’ you whisper, your hand gently covering his, the warmth of your skin grounding him. ‘I never thought you were annoying. I thought you were... funny and smart and so kind. I just didn’t know how to—well, I thought you were just joking around with me. I didn’t want to make things weird if that's all it was.’

He takes a step closer, moving one hand from your shoulder to your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the stray hair there. ‘I can’t believe this. You’ve liked me all this time?’ He repeats, still in disbelief.

You nod slowly, and it’s like the weight of everything you’ve both been avoiding comes crashing down on him. The relief that floods through his chest is almost overwhelming. He looks at you with all the adoration he's been trying to hide these past few months.

‘Can I kiss you?’ he whispers, those words only meant for your ears. Your gaze softens as you step closer to him, tilting your chin up, inviting.

‘Yes please.’

[littelovelunette]

reader w vi (who lets be real is a bit of a simp for her partner i mean she forgave cait so fast) after an argument or something and the reader refuses to let her touch her with out begging and reader being a bit mean to vi like cooing at her and teasing pleaseeee (ur writing is so good)

Impending Silence (3)

Thank you anon~ you guys really know how to feed my ego

Contains angst, fluff at the end

"Well, clearly you're scared of us being exclusive, why is that!? Are you having a secret affair!?" You yelled at her.

"No, I'm hurt you'd even think I'd cheat on you!" Vi said with a huff of anger, muscles flexing under the grey tanktop she had on. You rolled your eyes. It's been about an hour and you both have been going back and forth on the same topic.

In short, you wanted the relationship to be exclusive so other people would stop trying to ask you out and you'd be able to flaunt Vi off but Vi was afraid of doing it. You assumed deep down it was because she was a school athlete (no matter how many interschool plays she'd lost) and you were the head girl. Normally it would've been a wattpad fantasy, a trope.

But in reality, you both were worlds apart and the argument you both were currently having was only proving so. You were the student council president however no one termed you a nerd because you were still one of the popular girls. You had somehow managed to balance both parts of school life, but for Vi...

Let's just say sports was the only thing she thought she was excelling in, although her losing streak said somewhat otherwise. She wasn't the best in school either, usually skipping classes because she claimed being there and not being there does the same thing for her.

"I'm done arguing over this." You turned on your back and left the room, leaving the half-done bread on the kitchen counter. You had invited Vi over again and had been cooking for the both of you so you both could spend some quality time binge-watching something silly on Netflix and snacking.

Admist small talk somehow the topic of relationship exclusivity had popped up and now there was heated tension in the room, not just from the oven.

"Atleast turn off the oven." Vi sighed and did what she said, "You're gonna catch the house on fire, geez..."

Hours passed after the argument and you were now in your room, sitting cross-legged on a small single-seater sofa near the terrace, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. One leg dangling off the edge of the sofa, the other curled till your knees met your chest.

And then there was Vi.

She stood a few feet away, arms crossed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, watching you like a sad kicked puppy.

Her usual cocky grin was gone, replaced by a pout that only deepened every time you ignored her.

“Babe,” Vi finally whined, dragging out the word like a kid begging for candy. “C'mon, I said I was sorry.”

You didn’t look up, biting back a smile. “Hmm. Don’t remember hearing an apology.”

Vi’s jaw dropped. “What? I said it like five times!”

“Don’t recall.”

Her hands fell to her sides, and she dramatically flopped against the double door closet with a loud thud, resting her forehead against the cool wood. “You’re killin’ me here,” she mumbled, turning her head just enough to peek at you. “Can you at least look at me?”

You kept scrolling, stifling a laugh. “Busy.”

Vi groaned, pushing off the closet and walking toward you. “You’re not even mad,” she muttered. “You’re just being mean.”

“Maybe.”

She stopped right in front of you, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of leather and whatever shampoo she used—something a little too chocolatey for your taste but so undeniably Vi.

Slowly, cautiously, she reached out and touched your knee. When you didn’t respond, she slid her hand up to your arm. “Babe… please.”

You pulled away just as her fingers grazed your wrist. “No touching.”

Vi’s jaw dropped again. “What?!”

You shrugged. “Actions have consequences.”

Her face crumpled into the most pathetic pout you’d ever seen, and she all but melted to her knees in front of you, grabbing at your leg in mock desperation. “You’re so mean,” she whined, resting her head dramatically against your thigh. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll say it a hundred more times if that’s what it takes.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, loving every second of this. “I don’t know… you didn’t sound very sincere.”

Vi’s head shot up, and she gave you the look—wide eyes, lips slightly parted, like you’d just shattered her heart into a million pieces. “Babe,” she whispered, all breathy and tragic. “I’m begging you.”

You finally broke, laughing as you reached down and ruffled her pink messy hair. “Alright, alright, relax. I’m messing with you.”

Vi blinked. “Wait… so you’re not mad?”

“Nope.”

Her mouth fell open. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe.”

Vi narrowed her blue eyes at you for half a second before tackling you back onto the sofa, peppering kisses along your neck and jawline, all while muttering, “You think you’re funny, huh? Real cute pulling that stunt—”

Between your giggles and her endless affection, the argument—if you could even call it that—was long forgotten.

"Exclusive?" You asked with a smile and Vi nodded, leaning her head against your chest as she curled up over your lap.

"Exclusive..."

[nameless-jamie]

Hello, I love your PA series! Can I request a story where PA is on a plane with no wifi and Jamie's with the team at a party and celebrates too hard which makes him drunk call her a couple of times leaving her tons of embarrassing messages to listen to after she lands and it's all about how he misses her and how she should be here and not away from him and just being a pining mess 🤭🤭🤭 thanks 💜💜💜

Drunk Calls, Sober Thoughts

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

A/N: Ok finally the slow-burn is coming to an end! They confessed!!!!!!!!!! Let's see how it goes between them.

TW: cursing, drunk Jamie

It had been three days since their kiss.

A real kiss. Not an accident. Not some flirty moment they could brush off. Not another near miss where one of them pulled away before it could mean something. No, this was the kind of kiss that settled things. That left no more space for pretending. That confirmed what they had both known for months but had been too stubborn—or too scared—to say out loud.

And yet, they hadn’t talked about it.

Not properly, anyway.

Maybe it was because they were both still figuring out what it meant beyond the obvious. Maybe it was because neither of them wanted to ruin the unspoken magic of it by overanalyzing. Maybe it was because they were both terrified of hearing the other say something that might change everything.

And then Y/N had to leave. Not by choice.

It wasn’t dramatic—just a weekend trip. Rebecca had sent her, because the club was organizing a big preseason charity match in Italy, one of those fancy, and since Y/N was Jamie’s PA, she had to go ahead of the team to finalize travel details, hotel arrangements, media schedules, and all the other logistical nightmares that came with organizing a high-profile event. She had groaned about it, dragging her suitcase down the hallway of her apartment the night before, grumbling about hating flights with no WiFi and being too tired to socialize.

Jamie had hated it. Not that he’d said that, of course. He had just sulked as he carried her bags to the Uber and grumbled something about how “I don’t see why I couldn’t just come with ya. Ain’t like I’d be in the way.” She had laughed, rolled her eyes, and promised she’d be back in a few days.

Before she left, though he made some stupid joke about how she should “at least bring me back some of that proper Italian gelato, yeah?” to lighten the mood. But something about the way he stood there as she pulled away had lingered with her.

Like he totally hadn’t wanted her to go.

Like he had something else he wanted to say but didn’t.

She had tried not to think about that too much during the flight.

She failed.

That had been two days ago.

And Jamie Tartt?

Jamie Tartt was not okay.

He had told himself he would be. He had gone to training, gone to the gym, kept himself busy. He had filled his schedule, just like he always did when something was sitting too heavy in his chest. But then the team had a night off, and the lads decided to go out, and Jamie thought, Yeah, that’ll help.

Spoiler: It did not help.

It was the lads idea to drag him out to some fancy club in London, insisting he needed to “stop brooding like a lovesick teenager” (Isaac’s words, not his).

It was loud. The bass from the speakers made the floor vibrate, the air smelled like expensive perfume and spilled cocktails, and normally, Jamie would be in his element.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was five drinks in, slouched in the booth like a man in mourning, ignoring the girls who kept trying to make eye contact with him across the room.

Not in an obvious way.

To everyone else, Jamie Tartt looked fine. He was sitting in a booth with the team, half-listening to whatever joke Dani was telling, nodding along to Isaac’s commentary about something on his phone, watching Colin get dragged to the dance floor by some boy.

But inside?

Inside, Jamie was fucking miserable.

Because Y/N wasn’t there.

And yeah, she had been gone for less than two days, and yeah, he had spent longer stretches of time without seeing her before. But this time was different. This time, she had kissed him. This time, they weren’t just coworkers who flirted too much. This time, he knew what it felt like to have her lips on his, and now she was far away on a plane, unreachable, and he hated every fucking second of it.

Sam nudged him. “You’re being weird.”

“I ain’t being weird,” Jamie muttered, swirling the ice in his glass.

“You are,” Isaac confirmed. “You’ve had that same miserable look on your face all night.”

Jamie exhaled heavily, slumping further.

Colin raised an eyebrow. “You gonna admit you miss her, or should we just wait for you to drink another shot and start sobbing about it?”

Jamie scowled. “I ain’t sobbing.”

But even as he said it, his hand was already reaching for his phone.

“You look like a man who’s about to do something stupid,” Sam observed, watching Jamie fumble with his phone.

“Gonna call her,” Jamie announced.

“Oh, this should be good,” Dani grinned, watching him unlock it.

“She’s on a plane,” Isaac reminded him. “No WiFi.”

Jamie squinted at the screen. “It’ll still ring.”

“It won’t,” Colin said, shaking his head. “It’ll go to voicemail.”

“Good,” Jamie huffed. “I got shit to say.”

“Oh, this is gonna be so good,” Dani grinned, nudging Sam.

Jamie hit call.

The line rang once, then—predictably—went straight to voicemail. The second the beep sounded, Jamie started talking.

“Oi. Where the fuck are you? Oh. Wait. You’re on the plane. Right. Anyway—listen. I don’t like this. You being gone. I don’t like it. This club’s shit without you. Actually, no—everything is shit without you. Call me when you land.”

Isaac groaned. “Jesus Christ.”

Jamie hung up.

Then frowned.

Then dialed again.

Straight to voicemail.

“I mean, you don’t have to call me. But you should. ‘Cause, like… what if you never come back? What if you get offered a better job? What if some posh Italian twat sweeps you off your feet? What if—wait, no, you’d never leave me. Would you?”

Sam groaned. “Oh my God.”

Dani gasped dramatically. “AY DIOS MIO.”

Colin looked at Isaac. “Should we stop him?”

Isaac shrugged. “Nah, let him embarrass himself.”

Jamie ignored them and called again.

“I kissed you. Well, we kissed each other. And I dunno what we’re doin’ now, but I keep thinkin’ about it, and it’s annoying, ‘cause I can’t do anythin’ about it while you’re fuckin’ gone, and—Fuckin' hell. I think I love you.”

Isaac and Colin looked at each other.

“Oh, he’s definitely a goner.”

Y/N landed at Heathrow the next early morning, running on two hours of sleep and an overpriced airport coffee that did nothing to make her feel awake. She was exhausted, her body aching from the cramped plane seat, her mind already spinning with everything she needed to do once she got home.

But then she turned off airplane mode.

Her phone buzzed violently in her hand, a flood of notifications appearing all at once. Emails, texts, flight alerts—normal things. And then, right at the top of the screen:

Jamie Tartt (7) [Voicemails]

Her stomach flipped.

She shouldn’t listen to them here. Should wait until she was home, somewhere private, somewhere she could think—

But her finger was already tapping the first one.

The second she heard Jamie’s voice, her chest tightened.

"Oi. Where the fuck are you? Oh. Right. You’re on the plane. Right. Anyway—listen. I don’t like this. You being gone. I don’t like it. This club’s shit without you. Actually, no—everything is shit without you. Call me when you land.”

She inhaled sharply, pressing her lips together to keep from smiling. Dumbass.

She hit play on the next one.

"I mean, you don’t have to call me. But you should. ‘Cause, like… what if you never come back?..."

A warmth spread through her, creeping up her neck, curling in her stomach.

The next message played automatically.

“I kissed you. Well, we kissed each other. And I dunno what we’re doin’ now, but I keep thinkin’ about it, and it’s annoying, ‘cause I can’t do anythin’ about it while you’re fuckin’ gone, and—fuckin' hell. I think I love you.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

A crackly, muffled sound came through the speaker—someone gasping dramatically, followed by a distant voice laughing, “Did he just say he loves her?”

Her fingers trembled as she clutched the phone tighter.

The airport disappeared around her. The voices, the announcements, the rolling suitcases—it all blurred into nothing. The only thing she could hear was Jamie, drunk and emotional, pouring his heart out in a way he never had before.

I think I love you.

Had he meant it?

He had to be drunk. He was drunk. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t real. If anything, the fact that he had said it while he was drunk—when his guard was completely down, when he wasn’t overthinking or trying to be cool—made it feel even more real.

Her heart pounded as she played the last voicemail.

"You’re gonna listen to all these in the morning and laugh at me, aren’t ya? ‘Cause you think I’m a dumbass. And I am. But I don’t care. I miss you, and I don’t wanna pretend like I don’t. I just… wish you were here. That’s all."

By the time the message ended, Y/N was already in a cab on the way to his house.

Jamie was still half-drunk when she found him, sprawled out on his bed, one foot dangling off the edge, his shirt nowhere in sight, and the blankets twisted around him like he had fought them in his sleep—and lost. His hair was a mess, sticking up in all directions, his lips slightly parted as he stirred at the sound of her footsteps.

His head lolled to the side, bleary eyes blinking up at her.

“Am I dreamin’?” His voice was thick, slow, coated in sleep and leftover alcohol.

Y/N sat at the edge of the bed, resting a hand lightly on his chest. “No, Jamie.”

His brows furrowed, his eyes tracking over her face like he needed to make sure she was real.

“You’re here,” he murmured.

“I am.”

His lips curved, lazy and lopsided. “Fuckin’ hell. You’re so pretty. I forgot how pretty you are.”

Y/N huffed out a laugh. “You saw me three days ago.”

“Yeah, but three days is forever,” he whined, voice raspy and rough, like he’d been talking about her all night. Which, to be fair, he had. His fingers clumsily reached for her, tracing along the hem of her sleeve, barely touching, like he was still convincing himself she was real.

“I missed you,” he admitted, softer this time, more serious.

Her heart clenched.

“I know,” she said gently, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “You told me. Seven times.”

Jamie blinked, trying to process her words. Then his face contorted in horror. “You—”

“I heard the voicemails.”

His groan was immediate, deep, like it physically pained him. “Oh, fuck.” He threw an arm over his face, muffling another groan into his bicep. “That’s so bad.”

Y/N pried his hand away, forcing him to look at her. His skin was warm, flushed from the alcohol, his eyes glassy and full of something unreadable.

“Jamie.”

He blinked at her, lips parting slightly.

“Did you mean it?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

A flicker of clarity crossed his face. His throat bobbed, his fingers twitching slightly where they rested against the sheet.

Then—so softly she almost didn’t hear it—he said, “Every word.”

A breath she hadn’t realized she was holding escaped her lips.

And just like that, it was done. The waiting. The wondering. The endless push and pull.

Jamie reached for her, his touch warm and clumsy, trailing up her arm like he was trying to memorize her. “You smell nice,” he murmured, pulling her closer. “Like—like that vanilla stuff. I love it. I love you.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

Jamie blinked at her, eyes heavy with exhaustion, but still so open, so full of that raw, unfiltered honesty that only seemed to slip out when he was too drunk to hold it in.

“You love me?” she whispered.

He hummed, pressing his forehead to her shoulder, nuzzling against her like a sleepy cat. “Yeah. Thought I was bein’ obvious, but you’re all stubborn and shit.” His fingers found her waist, rubbing small, lazy circles against her hip. “But I’ll say it again if you want. I love you, I love you, I love you—”

Y/N laughed softly, threading her fingers through his hair, feeling the way he melted under her touch.

She climbed into bed beside him, and he immediately pulled her into his arms, wrapping around her like he never planned on letting go. His lips brushed against her temple, his breath warm and steady.

“You’re not allowed to leave again,” he mumbled sleepily. “Not even for work. I’ll sack myself. Don’t care.”

Y/N smiled against his skin, heart impossibly full.

“Okay, Jamie.”

[dawnatdaybreak]

EDEN 4164616D Lyric... process??

hello :) I wrote the lyrics for EDEN 4164616D on MACHINA MORI and a few other people are doing little lyric analysis/writing process things and I was like hey! I could do that! if you have your own analysis of these lyrics that might differ from how I wrote them initially: do not let my "official" interpretation make yours any less valid! feel free to share your analysis before you read this (or after!) if you want, I like to see what people think of my writing! but the main thing is that whatever EDEN made you feel, my intended meaning should not take that away from you

there are a few things I might keep a little secret for now because I might still be working on some lore that will be revealed later ;) but I'll talk about the main writing process and ideas I wanted to convey with this song in and of itself and you can dig into the lore later once it's done!

Giving content warnings for: Biblical imagery, talk of mortality and death. Analysis is all below the cut!

First of all, the little disjointed "a-a-a-a-ah" at the start was an intentional idea from me! I wanted it to sound kind of like a startup sound or like Rei was initializing her vocals for the first time. The background "ah"s later on were entirely Dav-P's doing though I cant take any credit for those! I can suggest you give them a careful listen though :)

The entire song is written to be directly from the perspective of EDEN's Rei, and I had something of a narrative in mind for it. It's a story as much as it's a song, and I put a lot of parallels in some of the verses between each other that I had a lot of fun with. I love writing I love words I love music I love this song!! I really am so glad I got to write it.

undefined Adam electric amalgam sparks intertwine in this vessel of steel sculpted in your image what am I?

This first section doesn't have a whole lot to dig into, it's mostly setting up for something later on and giving the impression of EDEN's Rei at initialization and how she feels (or rather, doesn't.) The use of the phrases "this vessel" and "sculpted" in place of the more human terms she will use for herself later in the song is very intentional! "Undefined Adam" is a very early lead in to the biblical imagery I used occasionally throughout the song, and also sets up the very basic premise of how Rei views herself and the world she is being born into: she is to humanity as Adam is to God, a new being made in the image of man as man was made in the image of God.

I cannot be one of a kind show me everything I want to feel the wind on my face the sea against my skin if you'd call it that

This section is largely also here to establish Rei's feelings, but she has a few more of them to dig into now! She is capable of want and what she wants is to feel, even if her wanting that shows she already has the capacity for it. She has this desire to experience the things that humans wax poetic about, the sea breeze and the waves on your skin. "If you'd call it that" refers directly to the mention of skin- Rei is a machine made of metal, so it's hard to really say if skin is what the surface of her body should be called. She's humanizing herself to an extent here, but she's also backtracking, putting that distinct separation between her body and a human body even though her initial instinct is to call them the same.

hello world teach me how to fly make me feel alive I don't know what am I? trapped in endless time

Hello, world! I was honestly worried that line would be a bit of a low hanging fruit and everyone was going to use it, but I couldn't resist it. And I'm glad I did put it in after! I'm pretty pleased with the second use of it but that's getting a bit ahead of myself.

This section is largely about Rei "waking up" more, coming to terms a bit more with her feelings and circumstances. She wants to learn what it means to be a person, but not necessarily "human"- there's still a big divide between her and humanity that should become clearer as the song progresses. "Teach me how to fly" is largely metaphorical here, but there might be something fun that comes of that in the lore later if you want to stay tuned for it ;) "Trapped in endless time" refers to the immortality of machines. Rei does not think her time on Earth will ever end, and while she knows that separates her from humanity she isn't really sure what that makes her.

hollow and heartless emptiness I can't fix somehow I find you reflect in me oh make me in your image divine light

"Hollow and heartless, emptiness I can't fix" is meant to show how Rei views herself here as empty and lacking in a heart in both a literal and figurative sense. She views herself as incapable of doing anything about this because she lacks the power over herself that her creators have over her. "Somehow I find, you reflect in me" is in reference to a common trope I may have borrowed for this, in which an android/machine's creators won't treat them with any sort of kindness or love no matter how human their creation is meant to be. EDEN Rei's creators view her as a means to an end and nothing more- her heartlessness is reflected in them. "Make me in your image" and its variations will be a recurring phrase, once again intending to draw on the biblical imagery of humans being made in the image of God. "Divine light" further refers to this- Rei views humanity and all of its facets as divine and unreachable to her without outside intervention.

the way I see you I want to be seen too strip away my inhumanity oh make me in your image heart and mind

This entire section is meant to establish how Rei wants to be seen as a person and granted the respect humans have for each other. She is made so similar to a human, but she is still not owed the respect being human commands, so she wants to be more similar to her creators. There is still a separation between her and them, hence, "make me in your image, heart and mind".

I cannot forget how she cried the stars in her eyes I want to know how did she catch the divine? is her dream lost to time? should I make it mine?

This is yuri by the way. The "she" referred to here is largely a secret for now, but she is someone Rei fell in love with, and she is also a machine. "How did she catch the divine?" may imply that this other machine actually grasped the human emotions Rei has been chasing... but "is her dream lost to time?" implies there wasn't a happy ending to this story. The main takeaway from this for tying into the rest of the song is this: Rei has loved someone, and that someone is now out of her reach.

hello world or is this goodbye? did I do this right? I don’t know why am I running out of time?

Hello, world! I actually wrote this section before the other hello world section, and "hello world, or is this goodbye?" is probably one of my favourite sets of lines I wrote for this song. This is meant to be a somewhat direct parallel to the earlier section- where before Rei was "trapped in endless time", she is running out now. She isn't sure how much time she has left or if she has any at all, and she doesn't know whether she's used any of her time existing effectively. There's meant to be just a bit of fear or grief in the lyrics here: where before Rei's "I don't know" was in the context of not understanding the world around her and being inquisitive about it and her place in it, it's now in a context of not being sure she lived up to whatever expectations she found for herself, and not being sure she has enough time to change any of it.

burn with a new flame agonizing outbreak I don't want this but I'll never escape unmake me in your image I won't fight

"Burn with a new flame, agonizing outbreak" refers to the sudden and painful experience Rei is having with her own mortality, and is meant to imply anger or hatred towards the creators who made her feel this way. "I don't want this, but I'll never escape" as well as the "I won't fight" is here largely because despite everything she is feeling right now and her newly realized anger, Rei is not going to fight the fate she sees laid out in front of her. "Unmake me in your image" is to indicate that Rei knows she is about to be destroyed, and she's accepted this.

poetic irony everything denied me finally felt just a moment too late unmake me in your image why do I cry?

"Everything denied me, finally felt, just a moment too late" is another of my favourite lines I wrote for this, possibly one of my favourite lines I've written in general. "Everything denied me" is emotion, "just a moment too late" is indicating that it doesn't matter anymore. Despite her acceptance of her fate, Rei is hurting. She asks "why do I cry?" which is as much a question of why she is literally crying as it is a question of why it hurts so much to feel the things she has viewed this far as divine.

tell me how I'm meant to feel tell me if my heart is real make me what I wasn't meant to be tell me why, god, why? tell me why, god, who then am I? tell me why

This section includes the vocals that continue into the last two sections and is meant to kind of be the last few questions Rei has about her creation and destruction. She was built with the capacity to feel, but what was she supposed to do with that? If she is able to feel, does that mean she truly does have a heart? "Make me what I wasn't meant to be" is her final way of rebelling against her creators: she still wants to be human, to be divine, even after everything. The final questions are to do with her death. "Tell me why" is a demand for answers to everything. Why was she made? Why does she have to be unmade? "Who then am I?" is the question of who she is now, but also who she was supposed to be from the start.

pre-defined Adam electric amalgam fingers entwine in my body of steel you unmake me in your image  scrap and wire

We get to revisit the first section now! This is a direct parallel to how Rei felt at the start of the song, while also showing that she is being disassembled in this moment. "Pre-defined Adam" in comparison to the earlier "undefined Adam" is to show that Rei knows now that who she was supposed to be was decided for her. "Fingers entwine in my body of steel" is meant to evoke the idea that someone is actively taking her apart in these last moments, and also parallel the earlier mentions of her body as "this vessel". Rei has come to view her body as hers, as opposed to just a vessel as she did at the start. "Scrap and wire" is simply what Rei knows she will become after she is taken apart.

mourning my own fate artificial heartbreak why do I love if I'm made just to hate? you unmake me in your image I don't want to die

This is probably my favourite section from the whole song I'm very proud of it. "Mourning my own fate" is fairly straightforward: Rei is about to die and she has to mourn herself. "Artificial heartbreak" mostly just sounds cool but also has to do with that grief, and in part to do with how Rei still doesn't view herself as human but instead as something else. "Why do I love if I'm made just to hate?" seems to be a line people really liked but unfortunately I can't say much about what it means here... it might have something to do with the circumstances around EDEN Rei's creation though! The rest is mostly more of the same and also self explanatory. Despite everything she has been through to reach this point, in her final moments Rei views herself as alive, and she doesn't want her life to end.

The scream at the end was also my plan and is meant in part to parallel the "startup sound" at the beginning! It's also where Rei dies, being fully disassembled by her creators. Although, maybe her consciousness could have escaped somewhere...? Been uploaded, maybe...? ;)

so yeah that was long and some of it was probably a lot more in depth than it needed to be but that's my writing process and main ideas for EDEN 4164616D! I really am proud of how this came out as a song and as a narrative, and I hope if you were interested enough in it to read this far you'll also be interested enough to keep an eye out for something that may or may not be related to it that might crop up either shortly before or after the MV releases!

if you're at all curious about anything else I didn't talk about here feel free to send me an ask about it!! I love talking about my writing process and seeing what people liked and disliked about what I made (and talking about anything else too!) so I'd be happy to see what people are curious about :)

[gothamite-rambler]

Why Poison Ivy likes Dick Grayson out of the other Robins

Robin!Dick (chipper): Hi, Ivy!

Poison Ivy (wary, crossing her arms): Hey, kid. Wow, you really decided that babysitting and being a 'hero' was the best idea.

Ivy shot an annoyed glare at Batman, who remained stoically silent. Robin!Dick gazed at a giant rose flytrap, already inching closer to poke it.

Ivy (warningly): Stand away from the giant rose!

Robin!Dick stepped back, his eyes wide with fascination.

Robin!Dick: Can I—

Batman (pointing firmly to another part of the botanical area): I will take you home.

Robin!Dick pouted, shoulders slumping as he walked away, mumbling.

Ivy (smirking): He’s adorable. If I didn’t hate people, I’d keep him. Okay, let’s start. You want me to stop my mission to protect Mother Earth, and you think that's wrong. Please, continue being wrong.

Ivy gracefully took a seat on her flower chair, crossing her legs with a smug smile.

Batman (sternly): I shouldn’t have to explain how your mission to save the Earth doesn’t benefit people. It’s destructive.

Ivy (raising an eyebrow): Why? Because some people might die? A few dead bodies are worth it to save the planet.

Robin!Dick (mid-stop from touching a different dangerous plant): What?! You’re killing people to do this?

Ivy (matter-of-factly): Yes… A few dead bodies are worth—why does his face look sad?

Robin!Dick (trying not to cry, voice wavering): That’s so mean.

Batman (glaring at Ivy): You’ve upset him. Shame on you.

Ivy (indignant, standing tall): Last I checked, the Earth is dying, and I’m just being honest with the kid! If you actually used critical thinking, you’d realize I’m not destroying the Earth—big corporations are! They’re pumping out microplastics, pouring random crap into lakes—Bliss… JUST BLISS—are destroying the freaking planet! They’re screwing her like she’s a two-dollar hooker! I stopped eating chocolate bars from Bliss's company after the founder said water shouldn’t be given to everybody!

Robin!Dick (astonished, eyes wide): Did he actually say that?

Ivy (explaining passionately): He implied water shouldn’t have free access to the public because Bliss is the biggest proprietor of bottled water. That’s unforgivable! So whatever you’re about to say, Batman, I don’t want to hear it! They’re destroying ecosystems, hunting endangered species, killing crops—

Robin!Dick (interrupting, stepping closer): Hold up, that’s all she’s trying to fix?

Robin!Dick glanced at Batman expectantly, waiting for his response.

Batman (turning to Robin, tone serious): She’s not doing it in a logical way.

Robin!Dick (defiantly): She’s a green woman who can control plants! Does she look like she wants to use our logic? No offense, Ivy.

Ivy (grinning): You’re fine. I love my body.

Robin!Dick (glancing between them, confused): She can talk to plants, too! She must feel pain when they feel pain. Are you just going to ignore that?

Batman (frustrated): I never said I was.

Ivy (smirking): Sure feels like it every time we talk.

Robin!Dick (enthusiastically): Why don’t we help her, Batman? Has she asked for your help?

Batman (sheepish, avoiding eye contact): Um… it’s been brought up in the past.

Robin!Dick (jumping up and down, angry): Then why haven’t you helped her?

Ivy (pleasantly surprised): Yeah, Batman, that’s so mean.

Batman (defending his stance): She's a criminal and will let people die for the cause.

Robin!Dick (shrugging): Well, if it's that Bliss guy, I don’t… I don’t necessarily blame her if he dies.

Ivy (smiling): Huh... thank you.

Robin!Dick (sincere): You’re welcome.

Batman (frustrated): All right, you’re young, so you don’t understand this is a complex situation.

Robin!Dick (bringing up a correct point): Yeah, so is being a vigilante over a cop, but that’s what you do! I’ve seen you beat the ever-loving shit out of a lot of bad guys committing actual crimes.

Batman (scolding): Language.

Robin!Dick: The context needed the word! I love you, Batman, I do, but let’s be real—you steal police information and beat up thugs. You haven’t paid the Commissioner back for the fire hydrant incident. You break a lot of laws! You say you’re doing it to save lives; so is she! Most are plant lives, but I get it. We’d be arrested too, but we’re lucky; she’s not… it’s not right.

Ivy (sincere, smiling warmly): Thanks again, kid.

Robin!Dick (sweetly): You’re welcome again.

Batman (confused at how he's being criticized): What the… what the heck is happening?

Robin!Dick (swaying back and forth): I'm just saying, in any other city, we’d be going to prison. Well, you would be; I’d be tossed into an orphanage, and that… that’s not fun.

Ivy (nodding): A lot of kids in the system have been abused. He’s got a point.

Batman (annoyed): Why are you arguing with me, Robin?

Robin!Dick (leaning in, determined): Because dang it, she might have a point! We can help her to a degree… In fact, isn’t the building we’re in the one being sued for what they did to a lake? All those ducks died.

Ivy (adding): Nothing can grow there for decades.

Robin!Dick: Yeah, the ecosystem is destroyed there.

Ivy (pridefully): That’s why I picked this building to invade first. It’s not being used for anything productive. I’m thinking of making it a plant sanctuary.

Robin!Dick (looking around, nodding enthusiastically): Yeah… yeah… that sounds like a good idea.

Ivy (smirking at Batman): You must’ve gotten this level of kindness and understanding from someone else. I like you. Batman, keep him around; he's adorable and smart.

Robin!Dick (cupping his cheeks, blushing): Aww, thank you.

Batman (raising his voice, annoyed): Stop trying to turn him to the dark side! And why are you ganging up on me?

Robin and Ivy (in unison): Because you know it’s wrong and are being stubborn!

Batman (sighing, rubbing his temples): Okay, she’s not my child, but you are. Don’t yell at me.

Robin!Dick (serious): Hm… okay, I'm sorry, but you told me you became Batman because the system is flawed and sometimes matters need to be taken into your hands? Where the law and our governments can’t fix the issue, it takes a civilian to step in and make things right. How is she different?

Ivy (smirking, folding her arms): Yeah, yeah, how am I different? Is it because I’m green? Racist!

Batman (exasperated): That doesn’t make any sense; you’re white!

Robin!Dick (pointing his index finger for emphasis): She’s green now.

Ivy (leaning forward, playful): Robin, was it? Here, take a rose.

Ivy used her powers to hand the young hero a rose.

Robin (smiling widely and taking the rose): Aww, thank you.

Batman groaned, then picked up Robin like a bag and started walking away. Robin giggled as he was being carried.

Batman (growling): Give me a minute; I have to talk to him in private!

Ivy (calling out, amused): Go easy on him, and let that kid be a free thinker. He's smart; he knows what he’s talking about.

Robin!Dick (waving): Thank you, Ivy.

Ten minutes after the two argued, Batman came to a compromise with his son and Ivy. He understood that Dick would absolutely not mind sabotaging factories or causing a fire with a supervillain to protect the planet. All he needed was a good reason.

Batman (driving them home in the Batmobile, voice calm): Could you not defend the actions of the bad guy in front of me next time?

Robin!Dick (munching on McDonald's fries): Don’t take me to one who has a point, and you can’t be mad at me. I did a good thing.

Batman (with a resigned sigh): I hate that you’re technically right. Give me a fry at least.

Robin!Dick passed his father a French fry while finishing off the ones he already had, an infectious smile plastered across his face.

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