#honestly open to talk about anything really

[chiibabie]

nagi likes to hold hands with you while having sex ♡ smut mdni, proneboning, missionary, holding hands, no protection, size kink, breeding, overstimulation if you squint, dumbification

nagi who has you in a prone bone position right now. with his chest pressing onto your back, it's enough to make you go crazy as your face is pressed into the pillows and your hands are fisting the sheets. his cock is reaching so deeply inside of you there's drool leaking out of your mouth and onto the pillows. you can only let out muffled whines of "so big sei..." and "hnnghhh.. more please.."

from behind you, nagi lets out his own whimpers. honestly, this man cannot resist you and everytime you let out small gasps of "a-aahh" and "hahhh", he turns more into mush. he's so lucky he thinks, to have someone so pretty underneath him while he gets the opportunity to turn you into a whiny and overstimulated mess, all because of him.

his gaze trails to your hand that's weakly fisting the sheets right now. there's a desire that builds up, one that makes him realize he wants to take your smaller hand into his, and gently trace his thumb over it, in contrast to the hard and deep thrusts he's giving you. he reaches his own arm out a little, placing his hand over yours and intertwines your fingers together.

"h-huuh?" you whimper, not expecting him to do that. to which he simply replies with "jus' wanna hold your hand, pretty girl”

he should not have said that! the pet name results in a loud whine from you, and nagi can feel you fluttering and twitching around his cock. you end up letting out moans, clenching around him tightly as you mumble out a "gonna cum, sei...wanna-i wanna- hahh.. gonna cum all over your cock.. m' gonna make a mess.."

and while of course nagi wants to make you cum, have you creaming all around him, he can't have that just yet. so with whatever resolve he has left, he stops his thrusts, pulls out of you, and flips you onto your back. it's not his fault. if anything, it's yours. he needs to see your pretty face when you fall apart on his cock.

not only are you not that happy that your orgasm was pulled away from you, but you're upset that nagi stopped holding your hand. sure, it's only for a second, and he obviously has to pull his hand away to flip you onto your back, but seriously, what was with him? you didn't even understand why he felt the need to change positions so suddenly.

you look up at him with tearful eyes and a pout. it's enough to really make his heart clench.

"sei...why? stop teasing me.. just wanna cum..." you whine rather pathetically. in response, nagi mutters out a low "sorry y/n.. gonna make you feel good now okay? jus' trust me"

before you can respond to him, nagi pushes himself in again, resulting in you throwing your head back as your mouth opens into an 'o' shape. no matter how many times you two have sex, the feeling of his large cock stretching you out is something you can never get used to. even the tip is enough to make you whimper like a cockdrunk mess.

he takes your hand into his, holding it tightly against the mattress as he continues to pound into you. you're letting out obscene moans and whines now. the position is so simple, but his cock is reaching so deep inside of you your brain is turning into mush, the only thoughts being about him.

you're much smaller than him, everything about you. he's so tall sometimes he has to bend down a little just to talk to you. your pussy is so small compared to his cock, every time he places his cock on top of your pussy it's just a big reminder of the size difference between you two.

and even your hands. your hands are so much smaller than his bigger ones. with veins tracing all over his hands, he groans at the sight of your hand being completely engulfed by him, and at the sight of your pussy taking his cock so well that there's lewd noises as his cock pumps in and out of you, and as his heavy balls slap against you.

"angel... shit, stop clenching so tight 'round me.. s' not fair, you're gonna make me cum.."

your eyes are rolling back. it's not long before you can feel your upcoming orgasm, and of course nagi knows it's coming too. he reaches his other hand down to rub circles on your clit. really, it's not fair, he knows exactly how to make you fall apart.

"seishiro!" you squeal, "m' gonna- gonna cum! o-ohh sei, feels so good... harder, harder! wan' it harder..."

a small "hm.." is all nagi replies with.

"c-cumming!!" you gasp out. your mouth opens into a silent scream as nagi fucks you through your orgasm. you're clenching his hand impossibly tight he thinks it might turn white.

when you come down from your high, nagi is still thrusting sloppily into you, trying to reach his own orgasm.

"m' still sensitive, wait.." you can barely hold it together, there's a mess between your pussy and his cock, and nagi can only let out a whimper of "sorry baby.. can't help it. jus' hold onto my hand, kay?"

you nod. and soon enough, nagi is reaching his own orgasm as he gasps out a "angel, angel... gonna cum. m' gonna dump it all into you, kay? be a good girl and take it... hhahhh, gonna keep you all for myself. yeah? you want that?"

it's amusing to see how pathetic nagi gets during sex.

"y-yeahhh sei... cum inside... y-you can dump it into me, jus' wanna be your good girl who takes your cock. only me, no one else.."

when nagi comes, he clutches your hand so tight you feel as if it's going to fall off. you let out whimpers of "so good..." while nagi rambles on and on, saying "ohhh, angel...hahhh, sorry, m' sorry y/n.. m' cumming so much.. take it okay? be a good girl.. yeah princess, lemme fill you up, you really are a mess for my cock huh?"

when nagi's done, he pulls out. he's panting, while you lay there trying to catch your breath. you wiggle your hand out of his, saying you want to show him something. he's confused, furrowing his eyebrows. but you reach down and spread your pussy lips and all of his cum spills out of you.

you look up at him with teary eyes, whining about how "s' leaking out, sei... filled me up too much I can't even hold it.."

seriously, why would you say that? now he's hard again and he groans pathetically, using one hand to cover his eyes as he listens to your whimpers.

finally, he leans down, kisses your forehead, and takes your hand into his once again.

"pretty girl, you can take more right?"

[buckleydiaz]

“I’m not gonna disappear, you know,” Eddie says, lowering his mug to meet Buck’s eyes.

“W-what?” Buck stammers, blinking away like he got caught doing something wrong.

“You keep staring,” Eddie says, carefully, “like I'm gonna vanish. Or go back to Texas without telling you or something. I'm not.”

It’s been hours since Buck met him at the airport, drove him home, made him tea. And Eddie’s felt the weight of his gaze the entire time. Buck hasn’t said much, which Eddie isn’t surprised by, honestly. He’s not really in the mood to talk himself. But there’s something quietly devastating about the way Buck is looking at him. Eddie’s not sure what to do with that.

“Sorry,” Buck says.

Eddie sighs. “Don't apologize, it’s not…I don't mind that you’re looking. Just—you know you can talk to me, right?“

“I know,” Buck says. He’s trying to sound casual but his voice comes out just a little unsteady. Enough for Eddie to catch it.

“It’s, uh, it’s not that,” Buck adds, after a beat.

“What?”

“I don't—I don't think you’re gonna vanish. It's just… you look different.”

“You mean this?” Eddie rubs at his chin self consciously.

Buck’s eyes flicker momentarily to Eddie’s face before his gaze drops again. He nods.

After Eddie got the call, he couldn’t help but blame himself. He should have been there. Maybe if he was, Bobby would still be here—with his team, with his family. Not for the first time, Eddie felt like he couldn’t bear the sight of his own reflection. He felt small, useless. He thought maybe it would get easier with time. It didn’t. And with each day, as the guilt grew, so did the stubble on his face—thicker, darker. An awful reminder of the time that passed since Bobby—

Eddie sets the mug down, afraid it’s gonna shatter in his grip.

“You don’t like it?” he asks, and the words taste like ash in his mouth.

“No it, uh, it looks good. You always look good. It’s just—god, it’s stupid.”

“Hey,” Eddie bumps Buck’s foot under the table, keeps it there. “Whatever you’re feeling, it’s not stupid.”

“I’m…” Buck exhales, “I’m not sure if you’re real.”

Eddie opens his mouth, then closes it.

Buck shrugs. “Told you it’s stupid.”

“No! No, um, I—what do you mean I’m not real?”

There’s a moment where Buck doesn’t say anything, just stares at his own hands on the table, fidgets with his fingers. Eddie waits. Doesn’t push.

Eventually Buck speaks.

“After the lightning strikes, after the uh—“ Buck clears his throat, “the coma. I had this thing I used to do every morning. A-a checklist. To make sure I wasn’t dreaming. That I was still me.” Buck’s eyes stay locked on his hands, and Eddie desperately wishes he’d look at him again. “Ever since he—“ Buck stops, swallows, sniffs. “I wake up and I pray for this to be a dream. An awful, terrible nightmare. I pray, Eddie. And it’s—“

Buck’s hands are shaking. Eddie reaches out, takes them in his own.

Buck finally looks up. His eyes are impossibly sad and impossibly blue, and Eddie is struck by how beautiful he is. It’s a weird thought to have at that moment, but it’s true nonetheless.

“Sorry, this is so embarrassing,” Buck says, a little wetly.

“Hey, it’s not embarrassing, okay? You’re dealing with it. We all are.”

“Look, I know you’re real. I know that. But also just—everything is so different, you know? Nothing makes sense anymore and you look different. And it’s like—like, how do I know I’m not dreaming?” Buck says. “Does that make sense?”

It doesn’t. But Eddie gets it anyway.

He wraps a hand around Buck’s wrist, lifts his hand up to his face.

“You feel that?”

Buck doesn’t say anything, just looks at him.

Eddie closes his eyes, presses his face into Buck’s hand a little more.

“I’m here, Buck.”

Buck’s hand starts moving on his face, careful fingers trace his cheeks, his jaw, his chin. Eddie’s breath catches when a thumb ghosts over his bottom lip.

“You’re here,” Buck says, voice barely a whisper.

Eddie nods.

“He’s really—“ Buck's voice cracks. “He's really gone.”

“I know,” Eddie says, because what else is there to say?

Eddie’s eyes sting. He lets go of Buck’s wrist and places his hand on Buck’s shoulder, thumb gently grazing the base of his neck. He wishes he could press his lips to his temple, like he does with Christopher. He doesn’t. Instead, he pulls him in, presses their foreheads together.

They stay like that, breathing together, until their eyes are red and their cheeks are wet. Eventually Buck pulls away, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his cardigan.

“Thanks,” Buck says.

“For what?”

“I don’t know. For—for being here, I guess.”

Eddie wants to tell him that he’s always going to be here. But that’s not true. He's leaving in a few days. He’s always leaving.

“Hey, you have a razor here somewhere, right?” is what he says instead.

“Come on, you don’t have to do that,” Buck protests, and Eddie is pretty sure he catches a small hint of a smile on his face.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. ”I think I do.”

[mattrempeswife]

PLEASE STAY, STAY WITH ME

pair: jack hughes x f!reader | part: 01 02 03 04

genre: slow-burn romance, angst, comfort, emotional healing.

summary: after that night, you and jack have built a fragile co-parenting rhythm around lo. but when a quiet dinner with luke stirs jack’s jealousy and old emotions resurface, the night unfolds into something neither of you expected. jack opens the door to the past, the present, and what could still be possible, if you’re ready to let your guard down.

warnings: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of past cheating, co-parenting dynamics, soft intimacy, implied past trauma, slow-burn tension, jealous jack.

fia’s note: and once again, i’d really love to hear your thoughts after finishing chapter 4. tell me everything! i’m so curious to know how you felt reading it. lately, i’ve found myself wanting the reader to start forgiving jack… not because he necessarily deserves it, but because she deserves to let go of the pain and finally move forward for herself. healing isn’t about excusing what happened it’s about freeing yourself from it. so let me know what you think. my pow wow box is always open!. also, a big thank you to the lovely anon who sent me the idea, it honestly cracked me up because it felt like we were sharing the same braincell! seriously, that exact concept has been chilling in my outline for this chapter for a while now, so seeing your message felt like fate. great minds really do think alike!. fyi, i just change my header :) enjoy.

You stood in front of your mirror, smoothing down the soft sundress that swayed just past your knees. It was the first time in weeks you’d put effort into your appearance, clean makeup, curls tucked behind your ears, a dainty necklace Lorelei had called ‘shiny like stars.’

You weren’t going on a date. Not really.

It was Luke who had texted a few days ago, asking if you had time to catch up. He said he missed talking to you, that things hadn’t felt the same since Lo was born, how busy you were, how different things were now between all of you. And maybe, you missed him too. Not romantically, of course, but Luke had always been one of your closest friends.

You had arranged for a trusted friend to watch Lo for a few hours. But she canceled last minute due to a family emergency, leaving you standing in the kitchen with your phone in hand and a knot in your stomach. There was only one person left to ask.

Jack.

Lo was already clinging to your leg when you rang his doorbell, her chubby hands clutching a sparkly sticker book and her ‘princess wand.’ The door opened after a few seconds, and Jack’s face shifted the second he saw you.

His eyes dropped from your curled hair to the pale color of your dress. You watched the small twitch in his jaw, the unspoken question sitting on his tongue.

“You look…” His voice trailed off. “Nice.”

“Thanks,” you said softly, adjusting Lorelei’s bag on your shoulder.

“Can you watch her for a few hours?”

“Yeah, of course.” Jack opened the door wider.

“You going somewhere?”

“Just dinner,”

You said, brushing your hand down Lo’s back as she waddled toward him.

Jack narrowed his eyes slightly.

“With who?”

“Luke, Luke Hughes.”

You answered simply, stepping inside to kiss Lorelei’s forehead before she sprinted off to her toy corner.

Jealousy wasn’t loud with Jack, it simmered quietly behind his polite nod, behind the stiffness in his posture as he walked her backpack over to the couch.

You didn’t owe him anything. Still, guilt curled in your chest.

“It’s just dinner, Jack,”

You said quietly, grabbing your keys.

“He wanted to catch up.”

Jack nodded once, but he didn’t look at you.

“Right. Yeah. Have fun.”

Across from you, Luke Hughes nursed his drink with one hand and smiled like it’d been a year since you’d properly spoken and in a way, it had.

You swirled your straw through your water glass, absently watching the lemon slice bob near the ice.

“You look happy,” Luke said gently, breaking the silence.

You blinked. “Do I?”

He tilted his head.

“You do. Not like… head-over-heels happy. Just peaceful. Grounded.”

You gave a soft laugh.

“That’s called motherhood exhaustion.”

Luke laughed too, but it faded into a more thoughtful quiet. He studied you a moment before setting down his glass.

“Can I ask you something?”

You nodded, curious.

“Do you still love him? Jack.”

You didn’t answer right away.

“That’s not a simple question.”

“I know,” he said.

“I just… I think he’s trying to become someone worthy of the answer.”

Your brows lifted slightly. Luke’s eyes softened.

“He talks about you a lot. Not to me, directly. But to Quinn. Sometimes Mom. Even Trevor. You know… he once told Quinn that if he ever lost the chance to fix things with you, he didn’t want another relationship at all?”

Luke’s voice was low, like he was sharing something sacred.

“He said he’d rather be alone forever than wake up next to someone who wasn’t you.”

The breath caught in your throat.

“I thought it was just grief talking,” Luke continued.

“But two years later… he still hasn’t meet anyone. He hasn’t even tried. Everytime someone asks, he just says he’s already ruined the best thing he ever had.”

You sat back slowly, overwhelmed.

“I didn’t know that,” you admitted.

Luke nodded. “He’s not good at saying things directly. But he shows it. The way he is with Lo? It’s not just obligation. It’s love. He gets excited to buy her snow boots. He keeps her drawings in his wallet. He panics if he thinks he’ll miss a bedtime call.”

You swallowed hard.

“You changed him. Not in the ‘she fixed him’ way,” Luke said gently.

“You just… made him better. And when he lost you, it scared him into realizing how badly he messed it all up.”

You looked down at the napkin you’d been folding into smaller and smaller squares.

“I see the change. I just… part of me is afraid it won’t last.”

“I get that,” he said.

“But the rest of us? Quinn, Mom, me, i mean we see it everyday. The guy who used to make excuses now shows up to baby music class at 9 a.m. in a hoodie with dried applesauce on the sleeve.”

You let out a small laugh, your eyes misting.

“He loves you,”

Luke added, voice almost a whisper now.

“He never stopped. I think some part of him will love you even if you never comeback.”

You were quiet for a long moment before finally murmuring,

“That’s what scares me the most.”

The clock hit ten-something when you pulled into Jack’s driveway a little after ten. Porch light still on. When the front door opened almost immediately, it didn’t surprise you.

Jack stood in the doorway, Lo cradled in one arm, already asleep with her face buried into his neck.

His eyes scanned your dress, your earrings, your face.

He said nothing for a second.

“Did you have fun?”

You nodded, stepping inside.

“Dinner was nice. Luke’s… good company.”

Jack’s jaw tensed. “Right. Of course.”

You stepped closer to take Lo from him, but his arms didn’t move.

“Jack?”

He looked at you really looked.

“I don’t want you to go. Please stay.”

Your heart thudded painfully.

“Jack…”

“I hate it,” he whispered.

“I hate knowing someone else gets to make you laugh. I hate wondering if he looked at you like I used to. I know I shouldn’t be jealous, but I am. I always am.”

“Jack,” you said again, softer this time.

“It was dinner. Luke and I are just friends. That’s all we’ve ever been.”

“I know,” he said, voice breaking.

“But you’re still the only person I want to come home to. The only one I picture when I think about family, or Christmas mornings, or messy bedtime routines.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until his thumb gently brushed under your eye.

“I left a part of myself with you,” Jack said.

“Even when I was the one who shattered everything. And I’ve never asked for it back because… I don’t want to move on. I just want to make it right.”

You looked down at Lo, still curled safely.

“I don’t have anything to sleep in,”

You whispered, unsure why that was the sentence that fell from your lips.

Jack’s gaze softened, a ghost of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“You left a few shirts here. I couldn’t get rid of them.”

He turned, leading you to the bedroom. On his bed, folded neatly, was a worn t-shirt you hadn’t seen in years. You slipped it on in the bathroom and returned to find Jack tucking Lo into the middle of the bed.

“She always sleeps better with you,” he said quietly.

You climbed in beside her, her small hand automatically reaching for yours. Jack settled on the other side, propping himself up on one elbow just to watch the way you both breathed.

The room was silent. Peaceful. But it felt like a war had just ended inside your chest.

You turned your head, your voice almost a whisper.

“I’m not saying everything’s okay.”

“I know.”

“But…” You hesitated. “Maybe I’m starting to forgive you.”

Jack closed his eyes like the words physically hit him. When he leaned forward to kiss you slow, reverent, heartbreakingly gentle and you let him.

It felt like the beginning of something healing.

[kxsagi]

“𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬”

a/n: title has a double meaning :p 

like yes, dante is a demon hunter that fights demons from hell, but he also is fighting the demons in his head because he’s not over you, his ex, at all. 

(artist is Warsong_zhange on X)

being a demon hunter meant dante had seen some pretty horrifying things – limbs torn off, hell gates opening in the middle of suburban malls, one time a demon that looked suspiciously like his landlord. but nothing, nothing, came close to the horror of realizing he still wasn’t over you. 

and yeah, that sounded dramatic, but so was he. sue him. 

he was currently slicing through a hellspawn with rebellion, blood and black goo flying everywhere, but all he could think about was how you used to get mad when he came home tracking demon guts across your nice rug. 

“you have two feet, dante. two!” 

“yeah, and they both kicked ass today.” 

“you’re sleeping on the couch.” 

“... that’s fair.” 

gosh, he missed that couch. not because it was comfortable (it wasn’t), but because you were on it. in a hoodie three sizes too big, hair a mess, and snuggled up against him after cleaning his dirty blood-stained clothes. 

now? his clothes were still stained with demon blood. but he had no hoodie-wearing ex to nag him about disinfectant or maybe not fighting a lava demon with a hangover next time. 

he slammed the last demon’s head into the pavement with a grunt, letting out a breath. the alley was quiet again, save for the soft squelch of goo under his boots. 

“great,” he muttered. “another tuesday night and i’m talking to myself like a lunatic.” 

he checked his phone. no new texts. no calls. not even spam. 

romantic, huh? 

dante shook his head. he knew he was a mess. 

not like “oh, some paperwork’s out of order” kind of mess. more like “the building’s on fire, there’s a weird creature sleeping on the roof, and uh oh, i’m using the microwave to dry my socks again” kind of mess. 

trish had stopped by earlier and taken one look at him slumped over his desk with an energy drink in one hand and a half-eaten slice of pizza on his face before saying, “you look like if insomnia had a kid with bad decisions.” 

accurate. 

he hadn’t really slept since you left. sure, he could pass out after a rough mission, but the dreams were hell. either he dreamed of demons ripping through the city, or worse, dreamed of you. 

you, in his arms. you, calling him an idiot. you, stealing his coat and insisting it was now yours “legally.” 

you, walking out the door because he couldn’t stop shutting down every time you tried to love him properly. 

dante wasn’t good at feelings. he was good at fighting, flirting, and ordering pizza. he was less good at not being emotionally constipated. but hey, he was working on it. kind of. 

he sat back, stretched, and cracked his neck. then promptly groaned because apparently he was twenty-something with the spine of a boomer. 

“man, maybe i’m the demon,” he muttered, rubbing his back. “i mean i know i am, but metaphorically.” 

he picked up a picture frame that had somehow survived the chaos. it was you. holding his sword. upside down. grinning like a gremlin. you’d written ‘guess i’m the real demon hunter now, loser’ on the back. 

he stared at it for a long time. then he said, out loud, “i hope you’re doing okay, wherever you are. and also, i hope you haven’t replaced me with a boring guy named ‘todd’ who doesn’t know how to hold a sword.” 

the next morning, he got a call from lucia. demon outbreak near fortuna. ruins. weird spikes in energy. usual deal. 

he said yes immediately. not because he wanted to save the world or anything noble like that. mostly because he needed a distraction from the fact that he tried to cuddle a pillow last night and whispered “you smell like her” to it (which he would be taking to his grave). 

but it was unsuccessful as you still stayed rent-free in his head, even when the ruins were cold and dramatic and full of fog. perfect date night setting, honestly. just needed a bottle of wine and someone to scream: “THIS ISN’T EVEN MY FINAL FORM!” 

dante wandered through, sword slung over his shoulder, humming something off-key. 

he’d just sliced through a hellhound when he heard a voice. a familiar one. a voice that made every single hair on his neck stand up and also reminded him of the time he spilled coffee on your favorite white shirt and tried to blame it on a poltergeist. 

“hold the scanner steady,” your voice rang. “you’re shaking like a chihuahua on espresso.” 

dante froze. peeked around the pillar. and there you were. glasses on. gloves off. scolding some poor assistant. clipboard in hand. 

you looked good. too good. offensively good. like, “he might actually throw himself into a demon pit out of spite” good. 

and worst of all? you were smiling. 

he ducked back behind the pillar like a man who’d just seen his ex and remembered he hadn’t washed his hair in three days. which he hadn’t. 

“okay, dante,” he whispered to himself. “you’ve fought literal satan. you can say hi to your ex without having a breakdown.” 

lies. 

but he squared his shoulders, walked up like nothing was wrong, and casually said: “so… this is where you’ve been hiding, huh?” 

you blinked. turned. stared. and then said, “are you wearing two different boots?” 

he looked down. “... no,” he lied. 

you raised an eyebrow. “left one has pizza sauce on it.” 

“okay, maybe yes.” 

your eyes scanned him. he looked like a disaster. like the human embodiment of “i miss my girlfriend and i also haven't done laundry in a week.” 

you crossed your arms. “i thought you were dead.” 

“nah. just emotionally unavailable.” 

you snorted. and gosh, it went straight to his heart like a dagger. 

“what are you doing here?” you asked, voice softening. 

“same thing as you, i guess. fighting demons. both in reality and in my head. real normal.” 

you hesitated. “i didn’t think you’d show your face around here again.” 

he scratched the back of his neck. “was kinda hoping to accidentally bump into you, actually.” 

your eyebrows shot up. “oh my gosh,” you said. “did you stalk me?” 

“no! well, okay, yes, but not like creepy stalk. like romantic movie stalk. like ‘serendipity,’ but with more blood.” 

“... that’s somehow worse.” 

he smiled, crooked and boyish. “i missed you.” 

you inhaled sharply. and then, after a long, painful pause, you said, “i missed you too, idiot.” 

his heart actually did a little flip. a stupid, dramatic flip. 

“but,” you added, “you still owe me an apology.” 

he stepped closer. “i’m sorry,” he said. “for being a dumbass. for shutting you out. for thinking i could fight demons with a chainsaw sword and not deal with the ones in my chest.” 

you blinked. 

“... okay, wow,” you said. “who are you and what have you done with my emotionally illiterate ex?” 

“therapy,” he said proudly. “well, unofficial therapy. i yelled at a mirror for two hours and then got stabbed by a demon. character growth.” 

you laughed. it echoed through the ruins. 

and for the first time in months, dante felt something inside him uncoil. lighten. 

he didn’t know what would happen next. maybe you’d get dinner. maybe you’d punch him in the face. maybe both. 

but you were here. and so was he. still fighting demons. still kind of in love. 

and maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for them to stop fighting each other. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[beautifulmadnesss]

"Just Say You Won't Let Go" Garrick x Riorson!Reader

Summary: Xaden's younger sister finally plucks up the courage and kisses his best friend, who she has always loved, but it goes horribly wrong when he pushes her away. Garrick is completely caught off guard and has no idea how to react when the girl he isn't supposed to love kisses him without warning. ANGST

"Again." He demanded despite the fact that we had been sparring for well over an hour at this point and he had pinned me every time.

"Garrick, I think we've trained enough, at this point when someone does try to kill me, I'm going to be too exhausted to do anything but pass out." I tried to reason with my trainer who had been assigned to me by my older brother.

"Again." He repeated, pushing himself up and dragging me with him. I stumbled slightly as I tried to get my legs under me, falling forward against his chest. I immediately felt the butterflies that I always felt whenever we got a little too close. Garrick has been there my entire life, mostly just because he was Xaden's best friend, but also because he cared about me or at least I hoped he did. He was usually the first to come looking for me when the boys were being a little too mean or rough. When our parents were killed, Xaden had the entire world on his shoulders all of a sudden, so when I couldn't bring my fears about the future to him, I went to Garrick. He held me and promised that no matter where we ended up, he would take care of me. Where Xaden and I always struggled with fiery tempers, Garrick was always the voice of reason, not quiet and optimistic like Bodhi, but reasonable and rational. I can't remember a time before I loved him, but I was always too scared to tell him. Maybe it was the newfound confidence since I'd joined the Riders quadrant or maybe it was the fear that I wasn't going to make it, but for a moment I was just brave enough to reach forward on my tip toes and kiss him.

He pushed me back almost immediately, "what are you doing?" It wasn't an accusation, just confusion, but the words hit me harder than any other hit he landed tonight.

My throat felt so tight that I couldn't force any words out. I just ran. My legs were already on fire, but I pushed through the pain and ran like it would dispel the earth shattering pain in my chest. White hot tears slid down my cheeks as I raced through the courtyard and up the stone steps. It was late enough that no one was out and I was grateful that I didn't give anyone another reason to target me. The tower was empty when I arrived, so I allowed myself to fall to the floor and succumb to my broken heart.

I ruined everything. Of course he didn't like me back. I was so stupid to think that there was a chance he would see me like that. Fuck. Since he was a Second Year, I could avoid him in class and in the halls, but there would be no avoiding him during our training sessions. That is unless I told Xaden and other than reliving what just happened, there is nothing I would want to do less. All I could hope is that he just would pretend like it never happened. Or maybe I could try to avoid him.

I was honestly planning to stay up here all night. No one really came up here, so it was pretty quiet, until I heard footsteps ascending the stairs. Expecting another one of the never ending attacks, I armed myself with one of my daggers and faced the opening at the top of the stairs.

"You look like shit."

"Not a smart thing to say to someone holding a weapon." I shot back at my cousin, but sheathed the dagger and returned to my spot on the stone wall.

"Garrick said I should come check on you, he thought you'd be up here." Well that's even more humiliating.

"I'm fine."

"Clearly." He sighed and took off his jacket, placing it around my shoulders. I didn't realize how cold I was until I felt the warmth cover my bare shoulders as I hadn't exactly stopped on my way out for shoes or my jacket. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked and didn't push when I simply shook my head in response. "When you're ready you can come stay in my room if you want. Can't have you dying because you're not sleeping."

"I've had enough humiliation today, I'll go to my own room to sleep." I wasn't planning on it, but I knew without the lie, he wasn't going to leave me alone.

"Good, I'll walk you over and then check with Liam to make sure you actually stay there." I glared at him, but he was used to it by now.

We sat in silence for a while until I eventually stood to go to the barracks, feeling totally exhausted. True to his word, he walked with me the entire way and I knew he would be asking Liam in the morning so I let myself collapse in my bed. I didn't even bother changing, just stored my daggers close at hand and let sleep take over.

Garrick's POV

"We may be friends, but if I ever see her crying again because of you, I will kick your ass." Bodhi's threat was so unlike him, but I didn't doubt he meant it.

"I didn't mean to. She just kissed me out of nowhere and I panicked and then she left before I could say anything." The thought of her crying because of me made my stomach turn.

"Well then, tell her that."

"I've been trying, but she's been avoiding me all day. I'll tell her during our training session this afternoon." I'd been rehearsing in my head what I would say to her, but none of it seemed right. I still wasn't really sure what I felt, but I did want to tell her that I was just caught off guard and I never meant to hurt her. I really cared about her.

Unfortunately it wasn't that easy. She was well over half an hour late to our training session and despite the fact that I had seen her just a couple hours ago at dinner I was terrified something happened to her. She had been attacked several times at the start of the year just for being the daughter of Fen Riorson, but it only got worse after Threshing. The unbounded cadets were jealous of her dragon and believed she was unworthy.

I knocked on her door several times, only becoming more frantic when she didn't answer. It was warded so I knew I couldn't get in unless she opened it. Xaden had warded it so himself and Bodhi could get in, but not me. Maybe he knew about her crush on me.

"I don't want to talk to you." She snapped as soon as she ripped the door open. I thought Bodhi said she was crying, now she just sounded pissed, like it was my fault she decided to completely change everything about our relationship out of nowhere.

"Fine, but you're late for training. Let's go." Fuck, that wasn't what I was supposed to say. I was supposed to be apologizing.

I saw the anger crack for a moment and her eyes watered slightly, but she clenched her jaw and steeled her face before shoving past me into the hall. Great. I came to apologize and now I've made it even worse. After shutting her door for her, I followed after her into the training room.

We didn't talk during warm ups outside of me making corrections to her form as she practiced combinations on one of the training dummies. We still didn't talk while doing wind sprints or even after when we moved on to leg work. By the time we started sparring the silence was deafening. She was pushing hard, even for her.

"Okay, that's enough for tonight." I said after she took a particularly hard hit to the side.

"No." She shot back instantly. "Again." She demanded, despite being clearly worn down.

So, we went again and when she got fed up with me pulling punches she scoffed and moved back to the training dummy. Her pace was unrelenting and there was no stopping her, so I just sat down on the mat trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to say to her.

She was Xaden's sister. I wasn't allowed to think about her like that. Then the apostasy happened and we suddenly weren't just kids anymore, we were soldiers in a war or at least I was, she was a Lady being prepared to one day be a Duchess. She was promised to a man who would be fitting of that title, until she wasn't. Even then, I couldn't let myself look at how beautiful she was, because I had to hold her as we were suddenly orphans and I was making her promises I wasn't sure I could keep. Then she was gone and I didn't see her until five years later. She was breathtakingly beautiful and I wanted so desperately to tell her, but I couldn't because Xaden made me promise to train her and protect her. He didn't need to ask me to do that, I would've done it anyways, but he trusted me to look after her, to make sure no one hurt her. Yet, here I was, now the one hurting her.

I heard her sniffle slightly between hard smacks to the dummy. When I looked over, I saw blood smeared across the front. Her knuckles had split and she hadn't slowed down at all.

"Okay, you're done." I said, moving to stand, but she had whirled around to face me before I was even on my feet.

"If you didn't like me, why do you always take care of me? I know I sound pathetic right now, but I don't care. I need you to tell me. Do you only pretend to like me because of Xaden? Have I just been his annoying little sister this whole time?" She seemed to regain her composure as she stood straighter and wiped her tears angrily. "Nevermind, you're right, we should just pretend this didn't happen. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" I cut her off. Her hair blew backwards in a shockwave from how fast I had crossed the room. I wove my fingers through the smooth dark waves and held the back of her head as I bent down and kissed her. I still didn't know what to tell her, but I had to make sure she knew that none of that was true. Despite the increasing fear I had that something would happen to her if I let myself act on the feelings I've fought so hard to keep buried, I kissed her like none of it mattered. We could figure out the rest, but right now all I could think about was how good it felt to finally hold her.

The moment shattered when she shoved me with such an unexpected force I stumbled backwards.

"What the fuck, Garrick?" She screamed. "Do you know how I felt when you pushed me away after I finally decided to kiss you? I've been in love with my entire life. As stupid as it seems I've dreamed about kissing you since we were kids, but I always thought you would never like me like that. Still, I risked it and then you broke my heart. Everything I was afraid of happened in the moment when you pushed me away. You don't get to just kiss me like you didn't reject me yesterday. So fuck you." She tried to push past me again, but this time I caught her wrist. I wasn't letting her leave broken hearted again.

"I'm sorry. You're right, that isn't fair. Can I explain?" I felt so out of my element, looking into her dark eyes, begging for her to give me a chance that I didn't deserve. She held out her bloody hands without a word. "Okay, you sit, I'll get the bandages."

I was welcome for a moment to gather my thoughts. I didn't want to mess this up again. I sat down in front of her with our legs touching, I took her hands in mine and set to cleaning them. "I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." I whispered, still only looking at her hands. I now felt even worse about my reaction to the kiss yesterday, because I've always trusted her, always felt safe with her and yet this vulnerability was terrifying. "You're kind and fiercely loving. You're so brave and strong. I know everyone tells you that you're all the same things Xaden is, but it's different with you. He's bigger and way more brooding." She laughed softly making my heart skip a beat. "But you're trusting and loyal without question to anyone who deserves it. It's so easy for you to know right and wrong, even when we've always had to live in the grey. You've lost so much and been betrayed so many times. I know you don't really want to talk about what happened in your foster home, but I know that despite all of that, you still trust people. I wish I could love people and trust you like you do. I've been so scared of losing you or hurting you that I didn't ever let myself consider what a life with you would be like until after you kissed me. Hell, I didn't even consider much of a future at all and I still don't really know what will happen, but I know that I want you with me for whatever it is. I'd also really like to kiss you again, but I don't want you to hit me, so I guess I'll ask this time." I chanced a glance up to her face, relieved to find that she was smiling.

"Next time you want to tell me something, don't send Bodhi to check on me. You're a thick-headed idiot, but I love you." She leaned forward and as she maneuvered so that she was sitting in my lap I completely forgot how to function. "You can kiss me now."

And I did. Pushing away any thoughts or feelings other than the complete and total bliss of losing myself in her.

[sillylilsquid]

better with a girl

pairing - hyun-ju x reader summary - it started with a match on a dating app and the belief that you were straight. but hyun-ju—with her soft hands, patient smile, and every kiss that left you needing more—teaches you what it really means to want. warnings - au!hyun-ju, no squid game, afab!reader, sexuality exploration, explicit sexual content, 18+, minors dni!! 9.7k words - your text is bold, hyunnie's is italics!

Honestly, you weren’t looking for anything serious.

Not after the last guy cheated on you with someone from his gym–and the one before that who ghosted you after you told him you like to cook for the people you love, like it was some kind of red flag. You weren’t bitter exactly. Just…tired.

Tired of being the one who cared. Tired of begging for affection like it was some kind of reward. Tired of holding your breath around people who never really saw you.

So, no. You weren’t looking for anything. And definitely not anyone. But your friends wouldn’t let it go.

“You’re too wound tight,” one of them told you over drinks. “You need to get laid, babe. Or fall in love. Preferably both.”

“You say that like they’re easy to find,” you muttered, half into your wine glass.

“You’re not even trying. When’s the last night you went on a date?”

You didn’t answer. 

So a week later, tipsy and half daring yourself, you downloaded the app.

You hesitated when it asked about your preferences. Men. Women. Both. 

You hovered over ‘men’ like always. But then your thumb slid over to ‘both.’ Just for balance, you told yourself. Just in case. You weren’t gay or anything. You were just…curious. And exhausted. And maybe a little too bored.

The app was chaos. A blur of overly filtered selfies and bio quotes like “CEO of making you smile” and “looking for my player 2.”

Her pictures weren’t trying too hard. One of her at a bookstore with glasses on, one lounging on a couch in a leather jacket and bare-faced confidence. Her profile said: “Better in person. Or worse, depending on your taste.”

You swiped right before you could overthink it. 

And then–match. Your stomach dropped a little. And then she messaged you first.

so you’re the one with the pretty eyes and nervous smile?

You read it five times before you replied.

pretty bold opening line

i’m just observant. bold would’ve been asking if you taste as sweet as you look.

Your breath caught, your pulse picking up.

(kidding. mostly)

you can tell me to chill and i will

i don’t want you to chill. just maybe…don’t go full chaos on the first message?

deal. half chaos. full charm 😉

you always this hesitant or am i just special?

maybe both.

i’ve never really talked to…a girl on here before.

There was a pause before she replied. Not long. Just enough to make you worry she’d vanished.

hey, that’s okay.

no pressure. no expectations. i’m just here to get to know you.

unless you want pressure. but like, the fun kind

lol.

are you always like this?

a little. 

but i’m also respectful, attentive, and excellent at ordering takeout.

if you ever wanted to find out.

You hesitate before replying. Your stomach already in knots and you couldn’t stop smiling.

i mean…coffee might be safer than takeout. for now.

for now🤭

send me your schedule. i’ll pick the spot. first date’s on me

first date?

you think i’m this charming just for small talk?

You told yourself it wasn’t a big deal. It was just coffee. Just a date. Just…with a girl.

A really pretty girl with perfect eyeliner and flirty texts and a voice you could practically hear through the screen. But still. Just a date.

Nothing worth getting nervous over.

You stood in the mirror, staring at the mess of clothes scattered on your bed, muttering to yourself like a lunatic. “Why are you freaking out? She’s just a girl.”

You tugged off your third shirt and grabbed another. “She’s a girl, not a rockstar.”

But your hands were shaking. And your heart was pounding. And the lipstick you picked–soft, not too bold, not too try hard–was already smudged from the way you kept pressing your lips together.

You reapplied it, again. And stared at yourself. “She’s just a girl,” you repeated, whispering this time. “You’re straight.”

But the way your stomach twisted said otherwise.

The coffee shop was one of those cozy, indie spots tucked on a quiet street–exposed brick walls, hanging plants, and warm lighting. You spotted Hyun-ju immediately.

She was already sitting by the window, one leg crossed over the other, black turtleneck, jacket slung over the back of her chair. Her hair was pinned back loosely, a few strands falling to frame her face.

She looked up just as you stepped in–and smiled. And your brain short circuited. She stood as you approached, standing much taller than you thought she’d be, and you hated how much your pulse jumped when she reached out and touched your arm gently, just a soft brush of her fingers.

“Hey,” she said, voice like honey. “You look good.”

You laughed, breathless. “Thanks. You too.”

“You nervous?”

“Terrified.”

She grinned. “Good. Me too.”

The date was easy. Infuriatingly so.

She made you laugh. She asked questions and actually listened to the answers. She tilted her head when she talked, smiled at you like you were the only person in the room, and touched your hand once–just to make a point about something dumb–but it lingered. Just a little too long.

And when it was over, and you both stepped outside, the sky soft and fading into gold, she looked at you like she was deciding whether to kiss you.

She didn’t.

She just walked you to your car, winked, and said, “Text me when you get home safe, yeah?”

You nodded. You couldn’t stop smiling the whole way home.

Your phone buzzed ten minutes later.

so… that was better than a date with a guy, huh?😉

Your heart plummeted. Because it was.

You didn’t tell your friends much. Just that you went on a date. Just that it was…nice. You dodged every follow up question like your life depended on it.

“Who was it?” “No one you know.”

“What’s he do?” “He’s–uh. They. Work in creative stuff.”

“Are you seeing him again?” “Maybe.”

They knew you were hiding something, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud. Not yet. You weren’t ready to open that box. Because once you did, it was real. And it already felt too real.

Hyun-ju didn’t text you all day the next day. Not in a mean way. Just gave you space. It made you restless. Until, just before bed, your phone buzzed.

you didn’t forget about me already, did you?

Attached was a mirror selfie–no makeup, oversized tee, hair tied back, and still somehow so beautiful it made your stomach flip. You stared at it way too long before answering.

not yet. you checking in on your competition?

nah. i just wanted to be the face in your head before you fell asleep😇

You didn’t answer that one. But you stared at the photo again before bed. And again when you woke up.

The texting got easier after that. Casual. Fun. But there were moments where her charm slipped into something sharper–playful, but deliberate.

what are you doing friday?

nothing. why?

you’re coming to dinner with me. i want to see how you look in candlelight.

Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard.

you always this smooth?

no. just with you.

Friday comes faster than you expect. 

You spend over an hour getting ready, yelling at your closet, changing your outfit over and over again and regretting every choice.

When you arrive at the restaurant, she’s already there. It’s upscale, the kind of place you need a reservation for. The kind where soft jazz hums under the clatter of silverware.

And fuck. She’s wearing a sleek dark blouse tucked into tailored trousers, gold rings on her fingers, and just a touch of mascara. Her hair is down, brushing elegantly over her shoulders.

She stands when you approach. Her eyes trail over you slowly. “Wow,” she says, soft and sincere. “You’re stunning.”

You don’t know what to say, so you laugh, awkward and shy. “You clean up okay too.”

She grins. “Flattery and a compliment? Careful, you’ll make me fall for you.”

You sit across from her, trying to slow your heartbeat. She pours you a glass of wine. Her fingers brush yours.

And as the night unfolds, between courses and soft laughter and the brush of her knee against yours under the table, that voice inside you starts whispering again.

You’re not into women, right?

Then why can’t you stop looking at her mouth? Why do you keep leaning in when she speaks? Why do you want her to reach for your hand and not let go?

You reached for the check the second the waiter dropped it off. “I’ve got it,” you said quickly, already pulling out your card.

But Hyun-ju was faster. She slid the black booklet toward her without even glancing down. “Nope.”

You blinked. “What? Why not?”

“Because I asked you out,” she said simply, pulling her wallet from her coat. “And because I want to.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t–”

“Don’t make me fight you over this in front of everyone,” she warned, but her tone was playful. Her eyes sparkled as she handed over her card.

You sat back in your seat, flustered. “You’re very stubborn.”

She smirked. “And you’re very cute when you’re trying to be polite.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. So you said nothing. Just stared at your wine glass while your pulse thundered in your ears.

The walk back to your car was quiet–but not awkward. The kind of quiet that buzzes with unspoken things. 

You walked side by side down the cobbled sidewalk, streetlights washing the pavement in pale gold. Her hand brushes yours once. Then again. You didn’t pull away.

When you reached your car, you hesitated with your keys in hand. She leaned against the door, watching you. “Well?” she said softly. “Was I worth dressing up for?”

You laughed, breathless. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” She raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Do I need to convince you?”

You didn’t back away–but your chest was tight and your stomach was tangled in knots. 

Hyun-ju leaned in, slow and deliberate, her lips just inches from yours. And then…she stopped. Her breath was warm against your cheek, her voice a murmur. “I want to kiss you.”

Your mouth parted. You couldn’t speak. “But I won’t,” she spoke softer now. “Not until you want me to.”

You felt your heart split clean down the middle. Because part of you was begging for her to do it. And part of you still didn’t know who you were if you let her.

She stepped back. “Drive safe, pretty girl,” she murmured, and turned to walk away. 

You sat in your car for ten minutes before starting it, heart pounding, throat thigh, and eyes burning. Because you wanted her. And you didn’t know what that made you.

You lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The room was dark, quiet–except for the loud, humiliating echo of your thoughts. 

You hadn’t even kissed her. And yet here you were, chest tight, legs tangled in your sheets, your mouth still tingling from the ghost of a kiss that never happened.

You groaned and rolled over, unlocking your phone.

Twitter: no.

Instagram: worse.

Messages: 3 unread. None from her.

Google:...maybe 

You opened the browser. Then, with a subtle grace of a woman having a minor identity crisis, you typed: “am i gay if i like one girl”

Delete. Too desperate.

“signs you’re into women”

Delete. Too obvious.

“can straight girls like girls sometime”

You stared at the screen, jaw clenched, heart racing. Then you opened Notes and started typing to yourself, because texting your friends would mean explaining, and you weren’t ready for that.

okay but it’s not like i want to marry her or anything.

i just like her smile

and her voice

and her hands

and the way she looks at me

and the way she almost kissed me

okay 

maybe it’s something

maybe i like her

maybe i want her to kiss me

fuck 

You slammed your phone face down and groaned into your pillow. This wasn’t supposed to happen. But all you could think about was her voice in your ear, her mouth inches from yours, saying: “Not until you want me to.”

And the worst part? You already did.

The next morning, you were trying to act normal. Just a little grocery shopping. Laundry. Scrolling aimlessly on your phone and definitely not thinking about almost being kissed again in your car.

That’s when she texted.

morning💪

Attached: a gym mirror selfie. She was in a black sports bra and high waisted leggings, headphones around her neck, a smirk tugging at her lips. Hair pulled into a mess pony. Skin glowing. Abs unfair.

You dropped your phone on your chest and let out a noise that can only be described as internal combustion.

you okay?

literally no

that bad, huh?

you’re annoying

and hot

stop this

😌

come over tonight. i’ll feed you and put on a movie. sweatpants encouraged

what are we watching?

something gay. obviosuly.

  😐

bring wine or your nervous energy. whichever is easier to carry

You showed up two hours later with both.

Hyun-ju opened the door in a t-shirt and sweatpants, glasses on, makeup free and still somehow hotter than anyone had a right to be.

Her place was warm and inviting–soft lighting, a lived-in couch, scented candles burning something vanilla and cozy. You sat side by side under a throw blanket, legs touching. She let you pick the movie.

Twenty minutes later, you weren’t even watching it.

You were hyper aware of her every breath. Every time her hand moved. Every shift of her thigh against yours. And when she leaned over to grab the remote from the coffee table, her body brushing yours–

“I don’t know how to do it,” you blurted out.

She paused. “Do what?”

“I mean–any of it. With a woman. Like…” You stared at the screen, horrified at yourself but too far gone now. “Kissing. Touching. Sex. I don’t know how to have sex with a woman. I don’t even know what that looks like. Is it, like–scissoring? Is that even real? And what if I mess it up? What if you want me to touch you and I just, like, poke something wrong and kill the vibe?”

You finally turned to look at her. She was just sitting there. Silent and smiling. Her chin in her hand. Eyes soft and so amused.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

She tilted her head. “Because I’ve never seen anyone talk themselves into a meltdown this adorably before.”

You groaned, burning your face in the blanket. “I’m gonna die.”

“No you’re not.”

I might! I’m a straight girl who got wine drunk and accidently fell into a queer panic spiral in your living room.”

“Baby,” she murmured, reaching out to gently tug the blanket down and uncover your face. “You’re not straight.” You blinked up at her, lips parted. She smiled–soft and certain. “But you’re very cute when you’re trying to fight it.”

You’re still half under the blanket, your face burning, staring at Hyun-ju like she’d just uncovered every secret you’d been hiding.

She hadn’t stopped smiling. Her eyes glittered with something between affection and straight up amusement.

“I’m serious,” you muttered, barely able to hold eye contact. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t even know what it looks like. I’ve only ever—like, watched–guy stuff.”

Hyun-ju leaned back on the couch, one arm slung lazily over the cushion behind your shoulders. “You know there’s porn, right?”

Your entire body locked up. “I–what?” 

“There’s porn. Lesbian porn. Gay porn. Real stuff, ethical stuff. It’s pretty easy to find.”

“I’m not gonna watch porn just to figure out how to sleep with you!”

She raised a brow. “Is that what you’re worried about? Sleeping with me?”

“I didn’t mean–I’m not planning to–not like that–I don’t know what I meant–” You were spiraling. Full meltdown mode.

Hyun-ju let you go on for a few more seconds, just watching you with that infuriating calm like she was thoroughly enjoying this.

And then, gently, “Hey.”

You froze. She leaned in just a little closer, her voice low. “You don’t have to learn anything for me. I’m not expecting you to show up with a skill set.”

You blinked at her, breathing hard.

“I don’t care if you’ve never kissed a girl,” she said. “Or touched one. Or even thought about it before me.”

You stared. “But I have thought about it.”

“I know,” she said, smiling again. “That’s why you’re sitting on my couch, clutching a throw blanket and looking like your brain is on fire.”

You let out a noise between a laugh and a sob. “This is so embarrassing.”

“It’s not,” she assured. “It’s honest. And kind of hot, if I’m being honest.”

You whipped your head toward her. “Hot?!” 

“Baby,” she said, barely biting back a grin, “you rambling about how clueless and flustered you are? While blushing and squirming next to me like that?” She shrugged. “Kind of ridiculously hot.”

You let out a broken, strangled sound and buried your face again. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

You stayed hidden under the blanket, your voice muffled. “I can’t believe you said porn.”

She laughed–low, rich, teasing. “What? It’s educational!” You were still hiding under the blanket when Hyun-ju tilted her head and said, casual as ever, “We can watch some together, if you want.”

You froze. “What.”

She blinked. “Porn. You said you’ve never seen–”

“I know what you said,” you hissed, peeking out from behind the blanket with your entire face on fire. “And excuse me, I can watch porn by myself, thank you very much.”

Hyun-ju just smirked, like that was the answer she’d been hoping for. “I’m just saying,” she murmured, “sometimes it’s more fun to learn with supervision.”

You launched a throw pillow at her face.

You didn’t say much after that. You put on another movie. Something safe. Something very not gay. 

But Hyun-ju kept brushing her fingers against yours under the blanket. And you kept pretending not to notice. And your brain kept looping back to what she’d said.

Porn. Together. Supervision.

You weren’t sleeping tonight.

Hours later, back in your own apartment, you lay on your stomach in bed, phone glowing too bright in the dark, anxiety buzzing in your fingertips.

You stared at the search bar. You typed slowly.

“lesbian sex real”

Delete. You weren’t a serial killer.

“lesbian porn”

Okay. You clicked one of the links. The first few thumbnails made your stomach twist. Not because it was gross–because it was…a lot.

But then you clicked on one that looked softer. Realer. Two women kissing slowly, their hands tentative and warm.

Your breath caught. You watched. They touched like they meant it. They kissed like they'd missed each other. You felt heat rush between your legs before you even realized it.

And then–one of them moaned. And it hit you. Sharp and low. You clamped your thighs together, heart pounding, and slammed your laptop shut. You laid there in the dark, breathless, your pulse racing, your whole body tingling.

“Holy shit.”

Because you liked it. You really, really liked it. And suddenly, it wasn’t just about Hyun-ju anymore.

It was a Saturday night, and your phone buzzed just as you were debating whether to eat dinner or cry under a blanket for the rest of the weekend.

going to a club with a friend. you should come

no pressure btw. just vibes

i don’t club

i don’t either. but i do wear tight clothes and look hot under colored lights.

and i think you’d enjoy that

You stared at the phone for a full minute. Then you threw on the best outfit you could pull together in under ten minutes.

The club wasn’t a packed, sweaty disaster like you’d feared. It was dark and moody and glowy–neon reds and blues painting every surface, bass pulsing low in your chest.

Hyun-ju spotted you at the door and waved you over. You nearly choked. She was in black slacks and a cropped mesh top layered over a strappy bralette, all gold jewelry and smoky eyes and smug smiles. Her nails were painted wine red, one hand around a soda glass, the other casually resting on her hip.

“I didn’t know what to wear,” you mumbled when she pulled you into a hug.

Her arms wrapped around your waist. “You wore this,” she murmured, eyes raking over you. “And that’s all I care about.”

You didn’t drink. Neither did she. But it didn’t matter. The music was loud, the lights were low, and her hand stayed on the small of your back whenever you moved. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. The video. The way those women had touched each other. The sounds. The want. And now Hyun-ju was right here–pressed close to your body, her breath warm against your ear every time she leaned in to talk.

You were sober. And still, you felt drunk.

It was almost 1am when the crowd thinned and the music dulled into background haze. You were standing beside her near the exit, blinking slowly, heart crawling up your neck form how close she was.

“You look tired,” she said softly, brushing a hair out of your face.

You nodded barely.

“You don’t have to Uber back, you know.”

You looked up. She shrugged one shoulder. “You can crash at my place. It’s closer. And I’ve got extra clothes.”

You swallowed. “Oh.”

“Unless you’d rather go home.”

“No,” you said quickly. “I mean–I can come over. That’s fine. If it’s okay.”

She smiled. “It’s more than okay.”

The car ride to her place was quiet. Her music low. Her hand rested casually on the gearshift, fingers tapping, rings glinting under the streetlights.

You stared out the window, but your brain wouldn’t shut up.

She’s so close. Her hands. That mouth. What would she sound like?

By the time she parked and let you inside, you were a silent, shaky mess. And the night was just beginning.

Like before, her apartment was warm and quiet, a contrast to the thumping bass still echoing faintly in your chest. She kicked her shoes off by the door and flicked on a lamp–low, amber light casting soft shadows across the room.

“Make yourself at home,” she said, tugging her jacket off and hanging it neatly. “You want water or anything?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m good.”

You stood awkwardly by the couch while she padded off to her bedroom, calling back, “I’ll grab you something to sleep in.”

Your heart was pounding. You stared at the record player tucked in the corner. The plant by the window. The jacket slung over the back of the armchair. It all smelled like her–clean and woodsy, warm and sharp.

She returned a moment later and handed you a fold shirt and some loose cotton shorts. “Bathroom’s down the hall. Take your time.”

You muttered a thanks and practically sprinted out of the room.

By the time you emerged, changed and clean faced, your nerves had officially gone nuclear. 

Hyun-ju was sitting cross legged on the couch, scrolling through her phone, now in sleep shorts and a sweatshirt, her hair loose on her shoulders. She looked…unfairly good. Comfortable. Effortless.

You hesitated in the doorway. Her eyes flickered up, slow and soft. And then she smiled. “You look cute.”

You fiddled with the hem of the oversized shirt she gave you. “It’s literally yours.”

“Exactly.”

You crossed the room slowly and sat behind her, tucking your legs under you. She turned the TV on, scrolled half heartedly through the options.

Neither of you were really watching. Your arm brushed hers. You could feel the heat of her skin. Her thigh close to yours. The hum of tension that had been building since you walked through the door.

She glanced over. “You okay?”

You nodded too fast. “Yeah. just–tired. Long day. Loud music. You know. I’m not really a club person. You could probably tell. Not that I hated it. It was actually kind of fun. Mostly because you were there. Which I guess makes sense. Since I like being around you.”

You were spiraling again. Hyun-ju didn’t say anything.

You hesitated.

Your heart pounded in your throat. You looked at her mouth. Then back to the screen. Then to her eyes. And then you chickened out.

“Anyway,” you mumbled, pulling the blanket over your lap. “Thanks for letting me stay.”

She leaned her head back on the couch, still watching you. Her voice was teasingly low. “Was that supposed to be a kiss?”

Your eyes went wide. “What?! No!”

Her smile grew. “Are you sure?”

You flushed all the way to your ears. “I wasn’t–I mean, I thought maybe–but then I didn’t–I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Hyun-ju tilted her head, her voice softening. “Baby,” she said gently, “you don’t have to know what you’re doing. You just have to want it.”

You didn’t answer. But you didn’t move away either. You were frozen. Her words echoed in your chest: ‘you just have to want it.’ And god, you did.

You just didn’t know how to ask. 

She shifted beside you, slow and smooth, like she was giving you time to back away. You didn’t. Her hand came up to your cheek, gentle and grounding. Her thumb brushed softly under your eye, then down to the curve of your jaw.

“You’ve kissed guys before, right?” she asked, voice low.

You nodded nervously. “Yeah.”

She smiled. “It’s the same idea…just way better when it’s another girl.”

Your breath caught. She leaned in slowly, her voice like velvet. “It’s not about technique. Or pressure. Or anything you’ve seen in movies.”

Her nose brushed yours, barely there contact that made your stomach twist. “It’s about attention,” she whispered. “Letting it build. Following what feels good.”

Her lips touched yours–just once. A soft press. A question. You exhaled like you’d been holding your breath for hours.

She kissed you again–slightly deeper now, slow and sure. Her lips warm. Soft. She let you feel the shape of her mouth, the gentle tug and press. No rush. No demand. “Just like that,” she whispered against your lips. “You’re doing perfect.”

You whimpered without meaning to. She pulled back just enough to look at you. “You okay?”

You nodded quickly. “Can I… can we do that again?”

That smile. That smile.

“I was hoping you’d ask.” And then she kissed you again–longer, guiding her lips with hers, her hand still cradling your cheek. You followed her lead–tentative, shy, but hungry. Your hands found her waist. She let out a soft hum of approval.

“There you go,” she murmured, lips brushing yours between words. “See? You’re already learning.”

She kissed you again–slightly deeper, a bit slower. “You’re a natural, baby,” she whispered.

You gasped softly, dizzy from praise, from the heart blooming in your chest. “I didn’t think–kissing a girl would feel like–”

Her fingers threaded gently through your hair. “Like that?”

“Like…this.”

Hyun-ju smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Like something you want to do again?” You nodded. “Good.” She kissed your jaw. “Because I’m not done showing you.”

You didn’t go any further that night. Just kissing. Soft, slow, and gentle. When it got too much–when your hands trembled or your breath caught in that panicky way–Hyun-ju pulled back, tucked your hair behind your ear, and whispered, “that’s enough for tonight, baby. You did so good.” And you melted.

A few days later, she picked you up in the late afternoon with a picnic basket and a blanket thrown in the back seat like it was nothing. “You’re so domestic,” you teased as she opened the passenger door for you.

She just smirked. “Only for girls who wear nervous smiles and make me drive across town for the good strawberries.”

She took you to a quiet park, a little hill shaded with trees, far enough from anyone else to feel like it was just the two of you.

You helped her lay out the blanket. She unpacked sandwiches, fruit, two glass bottles of soda, and a pack of cookies she’d clearly bought last minute.

You both sat down, sunlight streaking through the trees, laughter soft and easy between bites. And you couldn’t stop looking at her. The way her hair caught in the light. The stretch of her legs where she lounged beside you. The little smirk she gave you when she caught you staring and didn’t say a word.

Your stomach flipped. You’d been thinking about kissing her again for days. The memory of it was still warm in your chest–her mouth, her hands, the way she’d held you like you were something fragile and precious.

And now, sitting beside her on a blanket in the fading sun, you wanted it again. You ached for it. But you didn’t know how to say it. Instead you said, “This is nice.”

She glanced at you, one brow lifted softly. “Yeah?”

You nodded, heart in your throat. “I like spending time with you.”

Hyun-ju leaned back on one arm, eyes gentle. “I like spending time with you too.”

You hesitated. Then leaned over, just a little. Her gaze flickered to your mouth, then back to your eyes. She didn’t move. Didn’t rush you. “Can I kiss you?” you whispered.

And god, the way she looked at you then–like you’d just handed her the sun. “You don’t ever have to ask,” she said softly. “But I love it when you do.”

You leaned in, hands shaking just a little, and kissed her. Slow. Lingering. Sunlight on your skin, her fingers brushing your knee like a promise. And for the first time, you didn’t feel like you had to explain yourself. You just felt.

That evening after the picnic, she brought you back to her place. You didn’t want to go home–not yet. Not when everything inside you was still buzzing. Not when the quiet between you felt so full.

You both curled up on her couch under a blanket, a random movie playing low in the background. You were tucked into her side, your head on her shoulder, her arm around you like it had always belonged there.

You didn’t speak for a while. But eventually, you whispered, “I still don’t know what I am.”

Hyun-ju didn’t flinch. Didn’t shift. Just kept stroking her fingers through your hair like your words didn’t scare you.

You swallowed hard. “I mean, I like you. I really like you. But I still get scared sometimes. Like, I think about kissing you and I get excited and nervous at the same time. I don’t know what that means. If I’m…gay. Or bi. Or just confused. I feel like I should know.”

Her hand paused for a second–just long enough for you to notice. Then it moved again. “You don’t have to label it right now,” she said quietly. “Or ever, if you don’t want to.”

You pressed your cheek into her chest, listening to the slow thud of her heartbeat.

“I don’t want to mess this up,” you whispered. “You’ve been so good to me.”

“You’re not going to mess anything up,” she murmured, her voice low and certain. “You’re allowed to be figuring things out.”

You blinked hard, your throat felt thick. “And what if I just…stay confused?”

Her hand slid under your chin, tilting your face up gently. Her eyes met yours–steady, warm, so full. “Then we stay confused together,” she said. “As long as you want me around.”

You let out a breath tha felt like a release. And she leaned in, kissing your forehead, and whispered: “I’m not going anywhere.” 

A few weeks later things have changed, in soft, quiet ways.

You and hyun-ju were still texting every day–little things at first: good morning, good night, updates about your day. But somewhere along the way, your texts got…flirtier. Playful and teasing.

She started sending mirror selfies when she got dressed for work. You started sending emojis you wouldn’t have dared to use before. And sometimes, late at  night, the conversation drifted into gentle, breathless places.

Still, nothing more than kissing. But everything building. One night you invited her over. Not because she offered. Not because she insisted. Because you wanted to.

you’ve never been to my place

you should come over sometime

tell me when, baby. i’ll be there

And just like that, she was.

You had tried to clean. Really tried. But you still felt a flush of embarrassment when she stepped inside, eyes sweeping the cluttered counter, the unfolded laundry on a chair, the half dead plant in the window.

“It’s not–sorry, it’s kind of a mess,” you said quickly, tossing a sock into your bedroom.

But she just smiled, slow and fond. “It looks like you live here. I like that.”

You gave her a look. “You would say that.”

“I meant it.”

She toed off her boots and padded toward the couch like she’d been there a hundred times. You followed, still a little flustered, and sat beside her with a sigh. You’d picked up chocolate from that corner store she liked, and she grinned when you brought it out.

“I love that you remembered this,” she said, unwrapping one and popping it into her mouth.

You shrugged, smiling. “You said it was your favorite.”

She leaned back on the couch, ankles crossed. “You’re learning me.”

“Trying to,” you responded. Your voice came out smaller than you meant. Her eyes shifted to you, something softer behind them now. And your heart picked up. There was something you’d been meaning to ask. You just didn’t know how. You fiddled with the corner of the chocolate wrapper. “Can I ask you something?”

Hyun-ju nodded. “Anything.”

You hesitated. “I’ve been thinking about…us,” you started slowly. “And about going further. Eventually.”

Her expression didn’t change–still calm, open, listening.

You took a breath. “I just–I don’t really know how anything works. With two women. Like, really works. And I know I could Google it, and I have a little, but it’s not the same as talking to someone who…” Your cheeks were burning now. “Who knows. Who had done things.”

Hyun-ju didn’t laugh. She didn’t tease. She leaned in, her voice quiet but full of warmth. “You can ask me anything, baby. I’ll tell you the truth.”

You were blushing so hard you thought you might catch fire. But Hyun-ju didn’t look surprised. Or uncomfortable. Just soft and steady. She turned on the couch, facing you fully now, her knee brushing yours. “Okay,” she said quietly. “What do you want to know?”

You hesitated, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Everything?”

That made her smile. Not teasing–fond. “Alright, let’s start simple.”

She reached for your hand, lacing her fingers gently through yours, her thumb brushing the top of your knuckles. It grounded you. Slowed your breath.

“There’s no one right way,” she started. “Some women like fingers. Some like mouths. Some like toys. Some don’t want penetration at all.” You nodded slowly. “And all of that’s okay. What matters is listening. To your partner, to yourself. Asking what feels good. Paying attention.”

Then she asked, “Have you had sex with guys before?”

You nodded. “Yeah. A few.”

Her head tilted. “Did you like it?”

You opened your mouth then closed it. Hyun-ju just waited. You shifted, cheeks burning. “I thought I did? Or I thought I was supposed to? I don’t know. It always just kind of felt…like it was happening at me.”

She hummed softly. “Did you even cum?”

You blinked at her. Didn’t say a word. Her brows lifted, and the tiniest smirk tugged at the edge of her mouth. “Ah.”

You groaned and dropped your head into your hands. “This is so humiliating.”

“Baby,” she said, tugging your hand gently down so she could see your face again. “No, it’s not. It’s not. It’s honest. And it makes me want to take my time with you even more.”

You looked at her–really looked at her–and your chest squeezed. “I want to try,” you whispered. “Not tonight. But sometime. With you.”

“I’d love that, whenever you’re ready.”

You swallowed hard. “Would you…show me? What it’s supposed to feel like?”

Her hand slid gently up your arm, fingers brushing your jaw, and her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll show you everything,” she said. “Exactly how good it gets. And I’ll go slow. We don't have to do anything you're not ready for. But when you are–I want to ruin you for anything else.”

Your breath caught. And then–so quiet you almost didn’t hear yourself say it: “Do you want to stay over?” 

Her smile was instant. And so, so soft. “I thought you’d never ask.”

It had taken you weeks to work up to it, but you finally told someone. One of your closest friends, mid coffee run and panic spill, when you blurted out, “I’ve been seeing someone…kind of. A girl.”

They didn’t even blink. “Is she hot?”

You nearly dropped your drink. “Yes?! That’s not the point!”

They laughed. “It’s very much the point.”

And after that, it got a little easier. You started doing research. Quietly. Privately. Watching videos, reading articles, letting yourself imagine. You even bought a toy–nothing major, just something small and safe to test the waters. And after all that…you still wanted her. No confusion. No doubt. Just want.

So when one of your friends invited you and Hyun-ju out to a club, you said yes. You texted her first.

i wanna go out with you tonight. like properly…dancing and all

that sounds dangerously like a date

maybe it is

i’ll wear something slutty

You nearly combusted. The club was loud, neon-lit, crowded–but it didn’t matter. Because she was there. In a cropped top and tailored pants, hair sleek, skin glowing under the lights. Your friends met her, exchanged looks you pretended not to notice, and she handled it like she always did–cool, calm, absolutely magnetic.

You stuck close to her the entire night. And for the first time, you didn’t hide it. You let your fingers trail down her arm when you leaned in to talk. You pressed your hand to her waist when the bass got too loud and the crowd swelled. You even kissed her cheek once, lingering longer than you ever had before.

Her hand found yours and squeezed. Adn when you pulled her onto the dance floor, she came willingly–one hand on your hip, the other sliding low, slow, possessive. You couldn’t stop touching her. You didn’t want to.

Back at your apartment, the air was different. Charged and quiet. You let her in and closed the door behind you with a shaky breath. Hyun-ju turned to face you, eyes dark, searching. “You okay?”

You nodded. “I want to,” you said. “Tonight.”

She stepped closer. “You sure?”

You nodded again, heart pounding. “I’ve thought about it. A lot. And I’m scared, but I…I want it. With you.”

She crossed the room slowly, closing the space between you. “Okay,” she murmured. “Then I’m going to take care of you. And you’re going to tell me everything you like. If you want me to stop, I stop. If anything doesn’t feel good, you say the word.”

You nodded again, eyes wide. “Okay.”

Her hand slid up your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. “You ready?”

“Yes…” you whispered. 

She smiled. “Good girl.”

She kissed you slowly–no rush, no hunger, just warmth. Gentle lips and the slow slide of her hands around your waist like she was holding something sacred. When she deepened the kiss, you gasped softly, and she took it like a promise.

You let her guide you to the bed, her mouth never leaving yours. “You nervous?” she whispered against your lips. You nodded. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.”

Her hand stroked down your back. “Okay.” 

Hyun-ju helped you out of your clothes piece by piece, pausing between every step. “You’re doing so good,” she whispered, pressing kisses to your shoulder, the curve of your collarbone. “So beautiful, baby. You’re okay.”

When you were bare in front of her, you instinctively went to cover your chest with your arms–but she caught your wrists, softly. “Don’t hide,” she said. “You’re perfect. I want to see all of you.”

And god, the way she looked at you–like you were art, like you were something holy–made you want to cry.

She undressed too, letting you see her at her own pace, and kissed you again as she gently guided you onto the bed.

She started with her hands. Slow strokes along your thighs, your stomach, your chest–never rushing, never groping. Just learning you. Letting you feel how much she wanted to be there.

“Tell me if anything feels weird, okay?” she said as her fingers slid between your legs, featherlight. “I’m going to start slow.”

You nodded, swallowing hard. Her fingers dipped lower, circling your clit in the softest, slowest motion. Your hips twitched, and she immediately paused.

“Too much?”

You shook your head quickly. “No–just surprised.”

“That’s okay.” She smiled. “We’re not in a hurry.”

When she found the right rhythm–gentle, steady, maddening–you couldn’t stop the sound that left you. A gasp. A whimper. 

“Just like that,” she murmured. “Let go. Don’t think. Let it feel good.”

Her lips found your neck, warm kisses as her fingers coaxed you further, deeper into the feeling. You were panting now. Hands tangled in the sheets. Her name on your lips. “I’m gonna–” you gasped. “I think I’m–”

“That’s it,” she whispered, mouth brushing your ear. “Let me see you, pretty girl. Cum for me.”

And you did. With her name caught in your throat, your body arching into her hand, you unraveled completely. And when it was over–when your body went soft and trembling beneath her–she kissed your cheek, then your shoulder, and pulled the blanket up over you both. “You okay?” she whispered, brushing your hair from your face.

You nodded, breath still catching. “I’ve never…nothing’s ever felt like that before.” 

She kissed your forehead. “That’s because no one’s ever taken the time to learn you.”

You laughed, breathless. “So that’s what it’s supposed to feel like.”

Hyun-ju smirked, tucking you into her arms. “Mhm. told you it was better with a girl.”

You buried your face in her neck, smiling. “Stay?”

She wrapped her arms around you like she already belonged there. “Always.”

The room was quiet, warm, lit only by the soft glow from your hallway light. You were curled in Hyun-ju’s side, tangled under your blanket, your body still humming from what she’d just done to you. Your fingers played lazily along her stomach, tracing the hem of her tank top. 

She had one arm behind her head, hair a little messy, face flushed but smug. “You still breathing?” she teased.

“Barely,” you mumbled into her shoulder.

“Good.”

You laughed, and tilted your face up toward hers. Then kissed her. Softly. Slowly. A little longer than before. Her lips curved against yours. “Hey,” she warned between kisses. “You keep doing that and you’re gonna turn me on again.”

You smiled sweetly. “That’s the plan.”

Her eyes darkened instantly. “Oh, really?”

You nodded, blushing. “I feel…braver now.”

She pulled you into her lap, her hands sliding to your waist. “Mm. That so?”

You nodded again, but there was still a flicker of nerves in your eyes. She saw it–of course she did. But instead of pushing, she leaned forward and kissed your collarbone. “Then let me return the favor,” she whispered. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She took her time with you again–slower, even, than before. This time, you were laid out completely, her lips trailing kisses down your stomach, her hands spreading your thighs like they were hers to keep. “Let me show you what my mouth can do,” she murmured as she kissed the soft skin of your inner thigh. 

You whimpered. And then–oh god. Her tongue was gentle at first. Careful. Drawing slow circles around your clit without ever quite pressing into it. She flicked, teased, tasted you like she was starving–and you couldn’t stop moving. “H-hyun-ju–”

“Shh, I know,” she said between kisses. “You’re doing so good. You taste so fucking sweet.”

When you started getting close, her tongue would slow. Pull back. Kiss along your thighs again until you were gasping. “Please,” you whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

She smirked against your skin. “Not yet.”

“Hyun–” You tried to move your hips, chase her mouth, but her hands pinned your thighs open with gentle strength.

“You’ll cum when I say,” she murmured. “And not a second before.”

You were panting now, eyes glassy, voice cracking. “But–what about you?” you asked, nearly sobbing. “You said I was turning you on. Don’t you want–”

She looked up at you from between your thighs, mouth wet, eyes half lidded with hunger. “Oh, I do, baby. But tonight’s for you. And I’m not stopping until you cum so hard you forget your own name.” 

You moaned, legs trembling, body arching off the bed. And this time, when she sucked your clit between her lips and moaned into you…you broke. You came with a cry, your whole body trembling, hands gripping the sheets, hips stuttering as she licked you through it, slower now, softer, until your body collapsed back into the mattress.

She crawled up beside you, kissed your forehead, and whispered, “that’s two.”

You blinked, still catching your breath. “You’re keeping score?”

She grinned. “Of course.”

You didn’t fall asleep right away. Your body was too full of warmth. Your chest still fluttering from what she’d just done to you. You were curled up in her arms, your face tucked into the space where her neck met her shoulder, her hand brushing slow circles across your back.

Hyun-ju kissed the top of your head and exhaled softly. “That was really special to me,” she said. You blinked up at her. “Tonight,” she added. “You. Trusting me. Wanting me.”

Your heart tightened. “Of course I trust you.”

“I know. But…still. You didn’t have to let me in like that. And I know it wasn’t just about sex for you.”

You nodded, quietly. Her hand kept moving across your back. “I’ve had hookups,” she continued. “Casual stuff. Things that didn’t mean anything. But tonight–this meant something. Because it was you. And because I know how hard it is to be brave when your whole body’s screaming that you’re new to this.”

You pressed your lips to her shoulder. “You make it feel easy.”

She kissed your hair in return. “That’s the goal.”

You didn’t say anything for a long time after that. Just stayed there, tangled together, your hand resting over her heart.

It didn’t stop after that. If anything, it became impossible to stay away. You craved her. Her mouth. Her hands. Her laugh. Her steadiness. You started spending more time with her than without her–half your clothes in her closet, a toothbrush at her sink, a mug she kept just for you in her cabinet.

When you had to work, you texted her all day. About everything and nothing. About how bored you were. About how hot she looked in the selfie she sent at lunch. About how badly you wanted to crawl into her lap when she called you baby in a voice memo.

And Hyun-ju? She was insatiable. Not in a demanding way–but in that way where all it took was a look. One look from you and she was on her knees. On the floor. Behind the door. Wherever she could have you.

Once, she had her mouth on you in the backseat of her car. Thirty minutes before you were due to meet her friends for dinner. She made you cum twice, then fixed your hair like nothing happened, kissed your flushed cheek, and said, “You look even prettier like this.”

And you let her. Every time.

But lately, something had been tugging at your chest. A kind of guilt. A kind of ache. You loved the way she touched you. The way she cared for you, praised you, took you apart like it was her favorite thing.

But she hadn’t asked for anything. She never even hinted. And you wanted to give her something back.

So one night–warm lights, soft music, your body tangled with hers on the couch–you kissed her. Not tentative. Not testing. Just…wanting.

She kissed you back, gentle but a little surprised at how eager you were. You straddled her lap, fingers curling into the hem of her shirt. She pulled back slightly. “Baby–”

“I want to,” you whispered. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

Her eyes ghosted over your face, searching. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Please. I want to learn. I want you.”

Seh let you tug off her shirt, your hands shaking slightly. You kissed down her neck, fingertips brushing her ribs. You slid off her pants next, leaving her in just her bra and panties–so beautiful you forgot to breathe.

But then–you froze. Not because you didn’t want her. Because you did. So much it scared you.

Hyun-ju noticed instantly. Her hands came to rest gently on your hips. “Hey,” she whispered. “Look at me.”

You did. She was calm. Beautiful. Patient. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

You shook your head quickly. “No–I want to. I just…I don’t want to do it wrong.”

Her hand slid up to cup your face. “You won’t,” she said softly. “I’ll help you. I’ll tell you what feels good. We go slow. We go together.”

You swallowed. “Okay.”

And when she kissed you again, it was like falling into warmth you already knew by heart.

The kiss is deeper now. Slow, lingering kisses that tasted like trust and nerves and something more. Smoothing warm blooming between your ribs. Her hands stayed on your hips, grounding you. You pulled back just enough to whisper, “Tell me what to do.”

Hyun-ju smiled softly. “Start with touching. Explore. You don’t have to rush.”

Your fingers drifted down her sides, mesmerizing the curve of her waist, the slope of her thigh, the softness of skin beneath cotton. She was laid out beneath you, eyes never leaving yours.

Your fingers hit a spot on her stomach that made her jump slightly and giggle, your eyes snapped up but she just assured you it was because you tickled her.

So you continue.. Your hand hovered near the waistband of her underwear. Your mouth was on her neck now, and you sucked on her skin briefly. But then you stopped moving, pulling away so you could sit up. Breath shallow. Pulse fluttering in your throat.

Hyun-ju cupped the back of your head, voice warm and low. “You’re doing so good, baby,” she whispered. “Don’t overthink it.”

“I’m not–I just…” you swallowed. “I’ve never–”

“I know. I know you haven’t.” She kissed the side of your face. “Let me help, yeah?”

You nodded, and she gently took your hand, guiding it over the soft skin of her stomach, down– “You don’t have to go inside,” she murmured, “unless you want to. Just touch me the way you like being touched.”

Your fingers brushed the front of her panties and she sighed, hips shifting slightly beneath you. The sound shot straight through you, a bolt of nervous desire sparking low in your belly. You pressed more firmly, rubbing gentle, clumsy circles.

She gasped softly. “Yes. Just like that.”

You looked up at her, eyes wide. “Really?”

“Really,” she said, breathless now. “Feels so fucking good, baby.”

Your face flushed. You kept going. Tentative at first. Still unsure. But the more she moaned for you, the more her hips lifted to meet your hand, the more your nerves twisted into something bold.

You kissed her chest, her collarbone. Nuzzled into the space above her bra, lips brushing the swell of one breast. 

She arched into your touch. “I love watching you learn,” she murmured. “You’re so careful. So sweet.”

You whimpered. “I want to be good for you.”

“You are,” she said. “You already are.”

Her praise made your head spin. You slipped your hand into her panties, heart hammering as you finally touched her. She was wet. So wet. And warm. And soft. “Fuck,” she moaned, clenching around nothing. “You’re making me crazy.”

Your fingers moved slowly, spreading her open, rubbing gentle circles around her clit. “Like that?” you whispered. 

“Exactly like that,” she breathed. You couldn’t stop looking at her. Her mouth slightly open. Her eyes fluttering. Her thighs tensing under your body as you moved. She was so responsive. So vocal. And still, so focused on you.

“You’re doing everything right,” she said. “I want you to feel how much I want you.”

“I do,” you whispered. “I want to make you cum.”

She groaned. “Keep going, baby. You’re almost there.”

And when her body finally shook–when she moaned your name and clenched around your fingers and pulled you down for a kiss–you felt more powerful and wanted than you ever had in your life.

You held her until her breathing slowed, until her hands relaxed against your spine. You whispered, “Did I really do okay?”

She smiled, eyes half lidded. “You didn’t just do okay. You wrecked me.”

You giggled, your face buried in her neck. “I want to do it again. Soon.”

“Then we’ll do it again. As many times as you want.”

Time passed. Not in a loud, dramatic way. But in soft little shifts. In the quiet turning of pages. In the way your heart stopped feeling like a question every time you looked at her.

You started holding her hand in public. At first, it was small. Just pinkies brushing on the subway, or you knuckles resting against hers in a cafe line. But then it was real. Linking your arms when walking through the park. Reaching for her hand across a dinner table. Sitting her lap during a game night at a friend’s place without flinching when someone raised an eyebrow.

She noticed every time. Not with a smirk, not with a joke–but with a quiet squeeze of your hand. A kiss to your temple. The smallest smile that said I see you. I know how far you’ve come.

You told your parents. You practice in the mirror for three days. Rehearsed every line. Anticipated every question. And when you finally said the words out loud–”I’m dating a woman. Her name is Hyun-ju.”–your mom just blinked.

Then said, “Is she nice?” 

And when you brought her home for dinner, she was more than nice. She helped wash dishes after. Told your dad his bad jokes were genuinely funny. Complemented the food like it was five-star dining. Your mom said she hoped Hyun-ju would come back soon.

You nearly cried in the bathroom after. Hyun-ju waited until you were curled in bed that night to kiss your forehead and whisper, “You did that. I’m proud of you.”

She introduced you to her brother next. He greeted you with a skeptical squint and a sarcastic, “So you’re the reason she’s been smiling like a Disney princess lately.”

You wanted to crawl into the floor. But by the end of the night, you were all laughing over drinks, and he sent Hyun-ju a selfie of the two of you with the caption: she’s way too sweet for your scary ass.

She grumbled, but you caught her saving the photo anyway.

And behind closed doors, you kept learning. You kept asking. And Hyun-ju kept giving.

You ate her out for the first time–nervous, shaking, trying to remember everything she’d taught you. She guided you with soft sighs and patient praise. Held your hair back. Moaned your name. “Just like that,” she whispered. “You’re making me fall apart.”

You learned her body in pieces. The curve of her hips. The sounds she made when you kissed her inner thigh. The way her voice dropped when she was close.

Eventually, she let you use toys–slowly at first, testing sizes and shapes, her hands always on your wrists, her eyes always watching yours. You’d never felt so trusted. So empowered. So wanted. And every time you touched her, every time you made her gasp or cry out or come undone, you couldn’t help but think–this is what love feels like.

The first time you said I love you…wasn’t when you meant to.

It wasn’t after a grand romantic gesture. It wasn’t in the middle of sex, or during an anniversary dinner, or while watching a sunset hand-in-hand.

It was on a Tuesday. You’d both had a long day. Work had sucked. The trains were late. You were grumpy, cold, and tired, and all you wanted was food and warmth and her.

You got to her apartment half an hour late, kicking your shoes off with a groan and dropping your bag like it had offended you personally.

“I bought dumplings,” you muttered, voice flat, “but they’re probably lukewarm at best and if I don’t sit down in the next five seconds I’m going to cry.”

Hyun-ju didn’t say anything. She just walked over, took your coat off for you, cupped your face in her hands, and kissed your forehead. And that was it. That was the moment. That moment you realized it had already happened. 

You were already in love with her. You had been for a while. You just hadn’t said it yet. So you stood there, with your arms still half in your sleeves, heart wide open and raw, and blurted it, “I love you.”

The air stopped. Hyun-ju blinked. You blinked. Your stomach dropped. “Oh my god,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean–wait, no, I did mean it, I just–fuck.”

She smiled. Not big. Not dramatic. Just soft. Quiet. Like the words had been sitting on the tip of her own tongue too. “Good,” she said. “Because I love you too.” You stared at her, wide-eyed and overwhelmed. She kissed you again. Slower this time. With the kind of love that said I’ve been waiting for you to say it. Then she grabbed the bag of dumplings, pulled you toward the couch, and said, “Now sit down before you.”

author's note - hope you all enjoy! this was so special for me to write, and so much fun. i hope you love it as much as I do!!

[miaoua3]

hii ! could you do a jeonghan drabble where like hes cuddling reader and soothing her period cramps away ? also could u make it 600 words+ (if u can!!) becus i LOVE jeonghan fluff and i only can find those short ones ☹️ thank you !

hii! ofc i can do it, i just don’t know if i can make it 600+ words as that is quite long and i have 20+ requests in my inbox atm😭 still, i hope that you like it!

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(pairing: bf! jeonghan x f! reader)

warning: mentions of cramps and blood

you twist your whole body until your face ends up buried inside your pillow, eyebrows furrowed as you try to brave for another wave of pain and cramps.

you really hated surprises, especially when it’s a surprise period that we are talking about. you weren’t supposed to get it for another few days, usually somewhat on time. to say that you were completely unprepared for this is an understatement.

the cramps are so bad this time, you can’t honestly remember the last time they were this bad. unfortunately for you, the medicine doesn’t seem to be kicking in for some reason, leave you at mercy of the strong pain in your tummy.

you hold onto your tummy strongly, pushing your hands into your skin as you moan and groan in pain. you peak with one eye at the bloody sheets that you only had the strength to peel them off and throw them onto the floor, mentally making a note to put them to wash later, once your cramps stop feeling as if you are getting stabbed.

it is at moments like this you wish your boyfriend had a more flexible job, just so you could call him and ask him to come home.

almost like a prayer getting answered, you hear the front door unlocking, opening and closing, before you hear hannie’s sweet voice calling for you.

“angel? are you there? i’m home!”

you groan as you weakly call out “in the bedroom”.

in the matter of seconds, hannie appears, his joyful mood immediately souring at your state, cooing in empathy.

“oh baby why didn’t you say anything? i would’ve been home much earlier had i known that you got your period.”, he slowly approaches you before he sits down beside you, pushing the messy and frizzy hair out of your face as he looks at you with sad eyes.

you close your eyes as another wave of pain and nausea hits you, before you answer him through gritted teeth “didn’t want to bother you…plus you are here earlier either way so..”

jeonghan frowns at your words for a second before he bends down to kiss your temple, softly mumbling against your warm skin “you are never a bother to me, baby. next time, whatever the case-if you need me, call me.”

from there on, you completely shut your brain off, because jeonghan takes over and does everything he can think of to help you relax. takes a shower with you where he makes sure that the water is hot enough that it burns his skin off but he ignores the pain because he can see that it helps you with your pain. changes the sheets and puts the bloody ones into the washing machine. boils the water for the hot water bottle for you to hold onto.

and lastly, he gets into bed with you, his strong chest pressed deeply into your back as he hugs you from behind.

it seems that the painkiller finally started to kick in, or maybe your boyfriend has a magic touch, because the moment he stuck his hand under your shirt and started to softly massage and rub your tummy, your cramps started to get better, finally allowing you to relax and enjoy your boyfriends presence.

you close your eyes as you enjoy the series of kisses jeonghan softly presses into the nape of your neck, his lips taking time as he presses them into your skin. although you can feel how they are a bit scratchy, probably due to him biting them from all the stress he had to endure during the day, you just ignore the feeling and just…let his presence calm yours down.

his big and strong hand on your tummy continues to rub slow circles on it, the warm water bottle completely abandoned by you in the name of feeling the warmth jeonghan provides to you. his other hand (the one you are laying on) is intertwined with one of yours, thumb rubbing soft circles on the back of your hand.

you two don’t speak, whatever show playing on your tv providing the only sounds within the four walls of your shared bedroom.

you feel yourself slowly drifting off to dreamland, but before you can fully succumb to the sweet dreams, jeonghan presses one soft kiss onto your cheek, waking you up immediately upon feeling the touch on your skin.

his tired yet soft voice gently asks you “feeling better, my angel?”

you only have it in yourself to nod and whisper a small ‘thank you’ before you feel your eyes slowly close again, all on their own.

as you drift away, almost pain free and completely comfortable in your lover’s embrace, you hear his voice softly say

“nothing to thank me for. anything for you, baby. anything for you.”

[jerrysghostwriter]

Matching Metal

Vessel X Reader

NSFW/MDNI

This was concocted out of the strong desire i have to go get needles shoved through my nips

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You dont remember much of what happened that night, seeing as you were piss poor drunk, you do however remember the sting of the needles, and the blinding confidence that made you text him.

You wake up with a raging headache as you check your phone, seeing that theres a missed call from Vessel you check your messages.

Oh. My. God.

There it is, a blurry, poorly taken picture of your now decorated tits. Sent to your best friend.

You groan and try to come up with any excuse, settling on

‘Im so so sorry! That wasn’t meant for you, please forget it’

Just as you flop back into your pillow out of pure shame and embarrassment your phone rings, picking it up you see its vessel calling but honestly you cant bring yourself to talk about this and let it go to voicemail.

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Two days of complete silence, he hadnt tried to call again or text and you cant bring yourself to reach out so you have settled on spiraling, convinced he hates you now or even worse is grossed out by you. You are half way into your self depreciating thoughts when theres a knock on the door, you open it wondering who would be here at 9 pm only to see..

Nipples? Pierced nipples?? PIERCED NIPPLES ATTACHED TO VESSEL??!

“WHAT THE HELL?” You screech nearly choking in air

He grins “ Didnt wanna feel left out” he says almost casually, as if he isnt standing at your door in the middle of the night still holding his oversized hoodie up to his neck.

He has to be insane. You stare in shock, mouth hanging open before your face heats and you realize vessel, your best friend is standing in front of you holding up his shirt and giving you a perfect view of the work he had been putting in at the gym.

“You are out of your mind” you say grabbing his sleeve to pull him inside

“You started it!!” He said throwing his shoes off and plopping down on your couch like he owned the place

“You got those just because of me?!” You are near the point of scolding him as you go to sit by him, what was he thinking

“Sort of. I couldnt stop thinking about it.. and the picture” he said entirely too casually, as if you weren’t discussing your now matching nipple piercings

You could feel the blush from your cheeks to the tips of your ears as you stuttered out “that wasnt for you!” Feigning annoyance

He raises a brow at you “really?”

“…no..” you say looking down at the floor contemplating where this dreaded conversation could go

Theres a beat of pure silence, you cant bring yourself to look up at him, then he laughs. That infectious laugh that makes your heart flutter and cheeks hurt every time you hear it.

Seeming to drop the awkward conversation you grab a few drinks and settle down on the couch like normal , talking about everything from video games to music, content and completely forgetting your earlier nerves. That is until vessel leans in close and whispers-

“By the way.. your tits look amazing” he pulls back with a crooked smile and laughs

You practically choke on your drink nearly having it come out your nose as you slap him lightly on the arm “SHUT UP VES!!”

“ im serious” he says still laughing at you “ you looked.. hot, you still do” he said the last bit hushed, gaze flicking from the tank top you have on and back up to your eyes

Your brain short circuits. You try to say something flirty or funny, but all that comes out is..

“That picture was for you.” You breathe out

His gaze shifts, darker now

He sets down his drink, you wait with bated breathe for him to say something, anything, then he leans in.. and you stop thinking all together

“So you sent it for me huh?” He whispers, voice low and teasing, lips hovering over yours, breathes mingling

You nod, unable to pull the words from your mouth

Thats all the permission he needs.

His mouth crashes into yours, tasting like whiskey and something deeper, needier. You gasp against him as his hands slide under your shirt, warm, sure, reverent. He palms your chest, thumbs brushing over the new metal with a gentle touch that contradicts the way his tongue pushes around in your mouth.

“Still sore?” He murmurs against your neck, thumbs ghosting just beneath the metal of your new piercings

“A little” you admit with a breathy tone

“Ill be gentle” he promises, but theres something dark in his tone, a heat behind his words that makes your thighs clench together

He pulls your shirt off slowly, eyes burning hot with desire as he takes in the sight of your pierced nipples, slightly swollen and so damn sensitive. His fingers skim around them, avoiding direct contact, teasing you, torturing.

Your nipples are throbbing from the sensitivity, every shift of fabric earlier today tormenting you but this… this is unbearable in the best way.

“You really don’t know what you did to me, sending that,” he says, leaning down to kiss just below one barbell. You whimper at the barely there contact. “I’ve been thinking about your tits for days.”

You tug his hoodie off in retaliation, shaky fingers fumbling with the hem of his shirt until he helps you, showing his pierced chest to you. His skin is flushed red, muscles taut, and the glint of his own metal matches yours perfectly.

You reach up to run your fingers over his chest “ I cant believe you actually did this” you say, admiring the panes of muscle that frame his lean body, and how damn good he looks with those piercings.

“I wanted something of you on me,” he says, completely serious.

That ache in your chest isn’t just from the piercings anymore. Long buried feelings making a header as he seems to shift from serious to flirtatious

He grins. “Also… I wanted to see if mine were as sensitive as yours.”

You let out a shaky laugh and pinch one of his piercings between your fingers.

He gasps, His hips jerk against yours.

“Oh,” you say with a wicked smile. “They are.”

Then you’re kissing again, sloppier this time, hands grasping at any and all skin, mouths hungry. He guides your back down against the couch, your body arching beneath him, searching for any bit of friction.

His hand slips into your shorts, fingers finding you already soaked.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re so wet.”

“For you,” you manage, hips rocking against his hand. Nearly a writhing mess from such simple contact.

His fingers slip inside, curling expertly as he kisses your jaw, your throat, your chest carefully around the piercings, but letting his tongue dance just enough to make you moan out praises and pleas

“You want more?” he asks, voice hoarse.

You nod, barely coherent. The only sounds coming from you are moans and high picthed whines.

“Needy girl” he says on a groan

He strips your shorts off, trailing kisses down your thighs as he goes, then finally pulls his pants down. You gasp when you see him, thick, hard, his tip flushed and leaking.

He settles between your legs, his chest brushing yours. The lightest contact on your nipples sends sparks dancing up your spine.

Don’t hold back,” you tell him, breathless. “I can take it.”

That’s all he needs.

He pushes into you slowly, groaning as you stretch around him, slick and hot. You both gasp from the stretch, the connection, the sheer overwhelming feeling of finally, finally having each other.

He starts to move deep, slow at first ,then faster, messier, your bodies slapping together with need and heat and everything you’ve been holding back for years. Every brush of his chest against yours adding a new sensation, you moan into his mouth with every thrust, his one had gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as the other lays above your head.

The pace stutters. As your moans get louder, his own seem to match. Your nails dig into his back and he murmurs your name like a prayer and bites down gently on your shoulder as you clench around him, coming hard and loud.

“Fuck. Im- ” he grits out, hips jerking into you as his pleasure builds.

“Do it,” you gasp. “Come inside me.”

He does , hard and deep, buried to the hilt, your bodies pressed together. He shudders against you, breathing hard.

For a long moment, you just lie there , tangled, sweaty and satisfied.

He kisses your collarbone and grins lazily.

“Next time,” he murmurs against your chest, “send me a video.”

You laugh. “Only if you’re in it too.”

He grins.

“Deal”

[twopoppies]

Gina, I was rewatching Harry’s interview with Zane (because I really miss him), and it’s so cool how rewatching something can help you catch new things or understand others more deeply:

1. Harry’s so good with metaphors. I’d already heard the surfing one he uses to describe songwriting, but in this interview, he says something about how Watermelon Sugar didn’t need him doing promo to be successful. He compares it to “sending your kid to school for the first time and finding out other kids like them, and you’re happy about it—but it’s no longer about you, or dependent on you.” Or when he talks about therapy, he says it’s like opening doors to rooms in your mind that you didn’t even know existed. He uses metaphors so naturally to explain what he means, and I love that about him.

2. I know some people or fans might see him becoming more private as selfish or pretentious, but I feel like, for Harry, setting boundaries and caring less about what people think—or not making commercial success his main priority—is actually a sign of maturity.

Like, you can really feel how when he was in 1D and during the early years of his solo career, he was trying so hard to please everyone and really cared about how others saw him. And now it feels like he’s in a place where that doesn’t control him as much, and that’s so great to see. It’s real growth.

3. I’ve had friends ask me what I see in Harry or why I care so much when he’s “just basic” or whatever. And I never really knew how to explain it, but when Love On Tour started and then Harry’s House came out—and I saw and heard him in this new era, more grounded, more big in every way—I realized that what I value most about Harry is that he genuinely cares about what he does and how he does it. He thinks deeply, reflects, and comes up with insights—but he doesn’t stop there.

Like, insight doesn’t equal change. And with him, I feel like that phrase really fits. He’s reflected a lot on different parts of his life, and he hasn’t just left it at that—he’s made intentional changes (some we’ve seen, some we probably haven’t).

And I admire that so much. He seems like someone who’s really trying to live his life consciously and intentionally—someone who finds meaning in both the good and the hard parts of life, and doesn’t take anything for granted. And honestly, that’s the most human and amazing thing in a world where it’s so easy to just live on autopilot, especially when it seems like you have everything

And I'm projecting a bit here, but if at any point he’s felt pressure while making this new album—because of how big the last one was—I really hope he’s channeled it in a healthy way. I’m honestly just so excited to see what new insights and growth this next era brings.

I agree with this so much. I find him endlessly inspiring. I love the way he approaches challenges in his life. He's always curious and constantly growing, and to me, that's such an admirable way to live your life.

[confusedhummingbird]

I'd heard a lot about Dickkory before I started to read NTT for myself, and honestly from what I was hearing I was expecting the Karras/arranged marriage arc to be worse?

I mean, it certainly wasn't my favourite but people were talking like Dick was being irredeemably nasty. He didn't really seem that way to me? Also it's revealed later on that he was literally brainwashed?

I thought when I got to the arc that Dick's main problem would be Kory cheating on him with Karras. But that wasn't his issue at all, really. He seemed way more concerned with the fact that after Kory's dad sold her to their enemies to be a slave for twelve whole years of horrific torture and violation, as soon as she comes back he is ONCE AGAIN essentially selling her to someone else. No regard for her autonomy or anything like that at all. And Myanmar is acting like he's the one doing the sacrificing, both times! And I thought Dick was right to be upset about that!

If Dick's upset about cheating, maybe I'm remembering the arc wrong but it was less about Kory cheating on him with Karras, and more Kory cheating on Karras with him? Because they would be the ones married? I think i saw someone sum up the arc as "Dick broke up with Kory because he doesn't understand how polyamory works" but, A) Polyamory is not for everyone, and B) Kory and Karras didn't want to be married either? They were both only doing this because they were being forced, either by circumstances or in Kory's case by her father.

Anyway Dick is not as bad as people make him out to be and if Myand'r can't stop sacrificing his daughter than he should at least stop acting like he's suffering more than the actual sacrifice.

Yeah Dick was under brainwashing so much of his words are a result of that but I do think he has some real anger it's just that the brainwashing made him more aggressive and yell when he'd probably try to have a conversation with her.

I think Dick was angry she'd be marrying someone else but part of it does stem from her listening to her father again and not even trying to say no even after he sold her to slavery. I understand that Kory had to do it to save her planet but I completely understand Dick anger.

Also saying Dick doesn't understand Polyamory is very much just brushing off the events. Dick himself admits he doesn't believe in loving more than one person and honestly I understand. I understand poly and open relationships can work but they aren't for everyone and I wouldn't want one either. Plus think about it from a political perspective. What if Kory was expected to have a child with Karras to create an heir. Would Dick be expected to just grin and bear while raising his girlfriend's husband's child? What if she had to be with him more as a result of the marriage? They basically went their own ways after the marriage but what if this wasn't the case and they were expected to spend some time with each other?

Again I get why Kory had to do it but I also get Dick's complaints. I don't think it was just him being an asshole. Was he very mean about it? Oh yeah. But again brainwashing. But still he's allowed to have his feelings. And I don't blame him for having an issue with the girl he loves suddenly having to marry someone else.

But the important part is they were both able to move on because Dick just wanted to be with Kory more than he cared about Kory's marriage. He honestly handles better than I feel many of us would. I know I wouldn't know how to handle this situation.

Overall it was mostly made to create drama but it is a very complicated situation and I understand both sides. Kory did have to save her planet. But to expect Dick to not be upset his girlfriend is just marrying someone else is unfair to his feelings.

[towasdandelion]

YOUR SUGGESTIONS ARE OPEN!!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆ HAI I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL!!! as always no pressure to write this but i have had an idea rotating in my head since like uhhh two weeks ago?? nd i think it would make for a very fun smau ♪(´▽｀)

LETS JUST SET THE SCENE: mc is hanging out with a ghoul who is a very good friend of theirs!! THEN the ghoul leaves their side for one reason or another, and someone else swoops in and starts flirting w the mc (someone like haku or rui for the sake of ghoul rivalry?? or maybe just some random general student who knows.)

mc texts them something to the effect of IM BEING HIT ON HELP and the ghoul comes RUNNING!!!!!

ofc you can do with this what you will these are simply my brain worms <3 (if i may ask for ritsu to be included pleasepleasepleaseplease okay THANK YOU)

and ofc thank u for you writing as always!!! hope u have the best day ever (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Hiiii! They are they are hehe (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) honestly I never even imagined getting any! Maybe that's why they make me feel a bit overwhelmed at times (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ writing for someone is fun but it definitely feels different! I'm doing good now though thank you!! That's a very nice idea by the way so let's get goooo. I decided to kinda do a mix, a few with ghouls rivalry and a few with general students since I couldn't decide!! This was so much fun to write (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Sinostra and Obscuary ghouls when someone flirts with you

Ritsu would be there in the blink of an eye. He would be like "Excuse me? I do hope you're aware you're breaking law right now. You can't touch people without their consent" (Proceeds to recite a whole ass paragraph) to which Kaito just pales before leaving in hurry without another word. He would then make sure you're okay and after that.. he'd drag you to the library, sit you down and open the Penal code, telling you to read the paragraphs he pointed to until you can recite them. He wants you to be able to fend off anyone who dares to get too close in case he's not around. Very thoughtful!

Taiga wouldn't usually care, but there's this important thing - you're his lucky charm. And that really changes things. He's there in literal seconds, glaring at the student as he approaches you, draping his arm loosely over your waist. "Ya lost or somethin?" Is all he needed to say to make the poor guy shiver. He would stand there frozen until Taiga grins at him, showing off his sharp teeth. The student gulps before quickly excusing himself. Problem solved. Without another word Taiga would smoothly escort you to his room, where he then make you pick a gun he'd later train you with... Extreme measures you say? Please, it's Taiga we're talking about.

Romeo would mutter to himself on the way, complaining how useless you are, not even being able to rid of some random guy. He gets furious upon noticing the student reaching for you, immediately slapping his hand away. "Just what do you think you're doing touching her!? Scram if you don't want me to make you beg for mercy!" The student's eyes widen. The guy is not even able to utter a single word. Finally he just let's out an awkward laugh and walks away. And now finally, Romeo can scold you for being so apathetic in this situation. If you dare to tease him about how protective he got just a minute ago I can't guarantee that you'll come out of this alive...

Rui lets out the biggest dramatic gasp upon seeing Haku openly flirt with you when he arrives. "Hey, hey buddy! Sorry but the role of her simp is already taken, thanks though!" He would say before throwing an arm over your shoulder and swiftly leading you away from the potential suitor, not even giving him a chance to say anything. Poor guy just got rejected not by the girl, but a ghoul who appeared to be your boyfriend. Yes, that was Rui's goal. Even if you two weren't together, it was more fun that way! He will pout playfully until you reassure him he's still your favorite flirt.

Ed, just where did he come from? You could have sworn you never heard any footsteps approaching yet there he was standing behind you, resting his head on your shoulder and looking at the guy with a lazy smirk. "My, my, and who is this gentleman? Is he a fresh meal for me? How kind of you" He'd lick his lips and you just know the guy wishes he never spoke to you in the first place. He sweats profusely before muttering a lame excuse and running as fast as he could. A shame, Ed admits but then he teases about you becoming his meal as a reward for scaring away the guy. By any means, feel free to get this idea out of his head.

Lyca's brows furrow the moment he spots you talking to Rui. He approaches you without hesitation, taking a stand between you and the blonde. "She's not interested in you" he states flatly, glaring at his 'opponent'. Surprisingly, he will then lecture him, saying to never ignore girl's body language and to never touch without consent. Rui blinks in confusion but nods along nonetheless, before laughing it off. He quickly excuses himself before walking away. Lyca doesn't understand the look on your face though. Why are you staring at him like that? Did he do something wrong?

[better-setterv2]

𝒜𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 - 𝒫𝓉.2

Authors Note: Hey Guys! I wasn’t going to make a part 2 of this, but I got a request by @urmomsgirlfriend1 if I could continue from the last chapter. So I thought, you know what let’s do it. Leave comments for feedback. Lots of love xx

Summary: You decided to stay in the group-chat. Some glimpses of who Hammertime comes to light. Followed by an invite to Monaco by MadMax. Will you go?

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

Pt1, Pt2

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

You hadn’t meant to stay.

Honestly, you’d told yourself it was temporary. Just curiosity, you insisted. You weren’t really attached to the group chat.

You just liked watching it implode in real time. Like a car crash made out of memes, poorly spelled insults, and way too many GIFs of Sebastian Vettel dancing.

That’s all.

Except it wasn’t just that anymore.

Because every time you opened the chat, your eyes searched for one name.

Hammertime.

The name made your stomach flutter in a way that was equal parts exciting and ridiculous. You didn’t even know this man. Not really. Just that he was calm in the chaos. He defended you when Max, aka MadMax and the others went feral. He never tried too hard, but always said something that made your day feel just a little brighter.

You were curled up in bed, scrolling through the chat again, when your phone vibrated with a direct message.

[New Chat: Hammertime 💬]

Hammertime: Thought I’d save you from the madness for a bit.

Hammertime: You doing okay?

Your heart skipped. A private chat. You bit your lip, staring at the screen before responding.

User (You): Oh look, the mysterious Hammertime in my DMs. Should I be honored or concerned?

Hammertime: That depends. Do you usually get DMs from mysterious strangers with impeccable taste and infinite patience?

User (You): Infinite patience? You? You’re in a chat with MadMax and HoneyBadger. If anything, that makes you a masochist.

Hammertime: …touché.

You smiled to yourself. This was dangerous, in a way. He was funny. Sweet. Quick with a comeback and slow with judgment. The kind of person who made you feel heard even in a sea of chaos.

Hammertime: I’m glad you stayed, by the way.

You paused.

User (You): I am too.

User (You): Even if I still don’t know who any of you are.

Hammertime: Maybe that’s the fun part.

Hammertime: No pressure. Just banter. Chaos. And maybe something nice in between.

You stared at that last message for a while.

Something nice in between.

You weren’t sure what it was, but the way he said it made your chest warm. You were halfway into replying when another message popped into the main chat.

Norrified: WHO PUT THAT PICTURE IN THE SHARED FILES

Pastry: Which one? The one of Daniel and the donuts or Charles in the giraffe costume?

SmootherOperator: HEY! What about my photo??

You glanced confused at the names mentioned.

And then—

HoneyBadger: WAIT WHO PUT A SCREENSHOT OF HAMMERTIME’S SIM SETUP IN THERE 💀

You blinked.

Wait.

Sim setup?

Your thumb flew to the group files. You hadn’t really looked at them before, but now - there it was. A screenshot, slightly blurry of what looked like a high-end sim racing rig. Expensive equipment. Sleek setup. In the corner of the screen, you could just make out the corner of a trophy shelf.

Not the usual gaming chair and LED lights kind of setup. This one looked real. Professional.

Your mind whirled.

Wait a second.

Sim rig. Trophy shelf. The username Hammertime.

Could it be—

User (You) to (Hammertime): So about that sim rig…

Three dots appeared.

And stayed.

And stayed.

Until finally -

Hammertime: Busted, huh?

You inhaled sharply. Suddenly, the mystery wasn’t so distant anymore.

User (You): Who are you?

The typing bubble came and went.

And came back again.

Hammertime: How about this. Let’s keep the guessing game a little longer. I like the way you talk to me when you don’t know who I am. But when you’re ready to find out, I’ll tell you.

Your breath caught.

You didn’t reply right away. You couldn’t. Your fingers hovered over the screen, but your thoughts were tangled up in butterflies and curiosity.

Whoever he was, he wasn’t just a voice in a chaotic group chat anymore.

He was something else.

And somehow, you knew this was only the beginning.

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

You didn't sleep much that night.

Every time you closed your eyes, you saw the sim rig, the edge of the trophy shelf and that last message.

“I like the way you talk to me when you don’t know who I am.”

There was something intimate in that. Not in a romantic way well, maybe that too but more in a “you see me without the noise” kind of way.

He liked that you didn’t filter your words. That you didn’t speak to him like he was anyone special. You were just you, and he was just Hammertime.

And yet, your brain refused to shut up.

Trophy shelf. Expensive sim rig. A level of calm in chaos that read as media trained.

No, you thought. You were not going to go full conspiracy theory trying to figure out who he was. That’s what people on Reddit did, and half the time they were wrong.

You didn’t want to ruin it.

And still, you checked the group chat the next morning the moment you woke up.

GridBanterGC 🏁

It was already going off.

HoneyBadger: ok WHO is behind the secret messages in the shared notes

Pastry: I told you it’s a ghost. This chat is haunted.

MadMax: Not haunted. Just hacked.

Norrified: …Or maybe someone *cough* Hammertime *cough* is leaving love notes for our surprise guest

Baugetteboi: whoever did it was hella smooth

User (You): I have done nothing to deserve this attention. I’m barely surviving in here.

SmootherOperator: you’re thriving don’t lie. I saw you send a meme yesterday.

Hammertime: Leave them alone. You’re scaring off the only sane person we’ve ever accidentally added.

You smiled, biting your lower lip.

You (privately to Hammertime): You’re good at that.

Hammertime: What?

User (You): Making chaos feel like calm. Or maybe just making me feel calm in chaos.

There was a pause. You knew he was reading. Typing. Deleting. Then finally…

Hammertime: You have no idea what that means to me. Or maybe you do. Which is worse.

You raised an eyebrow at your screen.

Your heart twisted in your chest. Something about that answer felt, raw. A little too real. Like you’d just pulled back a curtain without realizing.

User (You): So tell me.

Hammertime: Not yet. But I will. Just, not yet.

You didn’t know what to make of it, so you didn’t try. Instead, you sat there for a while staring at the screen.

Then, later that day another message appeared in the group. Not in the chat, not in files.

But in the shared calendar.

You didn’t even know the group had a shared calendar until you got a notification.

[Event: GridBanterGC Meetup – Monaco, Next Month]

Location: Monaco Grand Prix

Created by: MadMax

Notes: bring snacks, sunscreen, and someone to drag you out of drama

RSVP: Yes | No | Maybe

You stared at the invite like it had personally offended you.

Monaco.

That meant they were real. Like, real real. Not just usernames and memes and coded flirting. These people existed. This wasn’t some inside joke of randoms online.

And if they were real…

So was Hammertime.

And maybe just maybe, this was your chance to find out who he really was.

But did you want to?

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

You didn’t open the Monaco invite.

You saw it, of course. The notification had been there for hours bright, persistent, smug in the way unopened things are. It sat wedged between memes from Pastry, a voice note from SmoothOperator and BaguetteBoi that you refused to open in public, and a string of "🧢" emojis from Norrified in what was definitely some kind of ongoing insult war.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to look at it.

Because clicking it meant considering it.

And considering it meant something was real.

And you weren’t sure you were ready for that.

Your phone buzzed again. Another message, but this one was different.

[Private Message – Hammertime 💬]

You stared at the screen, biting your lip.

There was something about seeing his name alone. Without the circus of the group chat behind it, that made your heart stutter.

Hammertime: You’re quiet tonight. Everything okay?

You hesitated, then typed.

User (You): Just thinking, about the invite.

The three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then came back.

Hammertime: Yeah. Same.

You didn’t respond. You waited.

Hammertime: I keep wondering what would happen if you came. If I saw you. Would you recognise me? Like everyone does.

Your thumb froze above the screen.

User (You): I don’t even know who any of you guys are even with the nicknames…

Somehow.

A pause.

Hammertime: Maybe you would. Or maybe we’d just stand there. Looking at each other. Not saying a word.And still feel everything.

You bit your lip, pulse humming somewhere between nervous and hopeful.

Use (You): Why message me privately?

Hammertime: Because I didn’t want anyone else reading this.Felt like it should be just you and me. For once.

Silence stretched between you. Not uncomfortable. Just full.

Hammertime: Don’t answer the invite yet. Not for them. If you come to Monaco…Make sure it’s for you.

Your fingers hovered, uncertain.

You didn’t reply.

Not yet.

But you stayed on the chat for a long time.

Just staring at his name.

Just wondering.

[god-syndicate-if]

So this totally doesn’t have anything to do with my irl drama, but how would the ROs react if they saw MC get their feelings crushed by someone they liked?

Eyyy, It's been a while since I answered RO asks like these so I'll do that for now since I'm not able to write at the moment and these are always fun. Also good luck with the heartbreak! Eat some bread and cry!

So this is written by me assuming they're in a crushing stage.

Riley: Kinda avoids you like the plague for a bit. And eventually they'll come around and try to make you feel better by including you in activities and conversations even if its clear you'd rather not. They're not great at comforting sad people. If they didn't have feelings for you then they'd just leave the moment you started crying.

Franco: Arm around you, dresses you up, takes you out to party with him for a long time. Like you guys start at 5pm, and only at 5am when you're exhausted (and probably drunk, if you're into that) does he sit you down and force you to talk about it. It would be a very nice talk, the type you can only have when you're too tired to really explain everything. But he'd get it and by the end you'd feel like you lost a weight in you.

Sigourney: Comfort food and comfort films at home. She will be absolutely furious that someone would hurt you and would be more than willing to absolutely talk shit about them, in fact she'd encourage it.

Dame: Honestly is probably extremely bad at this. They'd be secretly delighted that you'll probably be moving on now. Their attitude towards you in the open won't change much. Honestly the only time they'd actually do something comforting (when they arent in a relationship with you) is if they actually catch you in a vulnerable moment. Either crying, or close to it. They'll stand/sit vaguely next to you and say nothing at all. They are the least equipped to deal with emotions.

Rebel: Does the standard "want me to kill them for you" routine before deciding that what you need is to take your mind off your heartbreak and gladly volunteers themselves to "help" you. Rebel would probably actively make things worse for your emotions, tbh. Not intentionally, I don't think. But they are a bit selfish and this is an opportunity if there ever was one.

Harper: Has seen your heart broken before and knows the steps you need to move on quickly. The type of person to go through your messages with you and basically map out how much of a scumbag the other person was, all while hyping you up of course. They do this same routine over the course of a few days because they know that repetition will make you remember it and internalize it.

[magicalmatcha]

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LONG WRITTEN PORTION UNDER THE CUT!

“Why does he have to be here?” Yn muttered, taking a slow sip of the complimentary black tea the tailor had offered. She lounged dramatically against the velvet sofa of the private fitting room, annoyance practically radiating off her.

Shoto didn’t look up from his phone, just raised a brow. “His parents own the company.”

“And?” she scoffed. “You don’t exactly clock in at your father’s company every weekend.”

“That’s usually because my father is there,” he replied flatly, not missing a beat.

Momo sighed as the tailor adjusted the crisp white blouse over her shoulders, her gaze lingering on the reflection of the sharp, custom-fitted uniform. She offered a graceful nod of thanks before stepping aside, smoothing the fabric with a discerning eye.

“He didn’t even say anything to you, Ynie,” she said gently.

“He looked at me weird,” Yn huffed, folding her arms with all the dignity of a queen mid-tantrum.

“You looked at him weird too,” Uraraka countered with a grin, not missing a beat as she perched on the edge of a chaise lounge, swinging her legs.

Izuku let out a laugh from where he was fiddling with the sleeve length of his jacket. “Besides, don’t you and Kacchan have that little bantery thing you do?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yn replied, voice sweet and wholly unconvincing as she examined her nails with exaggerated focus.

“You mean the thing where no one can tell if you’re gonna kiss or stab each other?” Uraraka leaned in, eyes sparkling. “You two are on Tattle Tokyo at least once a month.”

Momo’s head snapped around, scandalized. “Chaco! I thought we agreed not to consume such pointless, vulgar media.”

“Okay yes we agreed,” Uraraka stressed, pointing between them. “But then I realized something very important.”

“Oh no,” Izuku mumbled.

“Rich people don’t even need allies,” she declared dramatically. “So now I love gossip. Sue me!” She threw her hands in the air, feigning despair as the others laughed.

Yn just sipped her tea, but her lips twitched at the corners. “You’re all hopeless.”

“Sure,” Uraraka grinned. “But we’re not the ones in denial about our situationship with the nation’s most emotionally constipated blonde.”

“Is it a situationship if they don’t even talk, really?” Izuku asked, brow furrowed as he adjusted the collar of his blazer. “I mean, they only speak when absolutely necessary. Kirishima and Yn have more meaningful conversations, and that’s saying something.”

“What even is a situationship?” Shoto murmured, squinting at his reflection like it had just insulted him.

“Situationally, I’m married to Natsuo,” Yn said airily, crossing one leg over the other with a regal flair. “Only in my head, of course.”

Shoto shot her a flat look. The room collectively groaned.

“Oh, boo, you’re all no fun,” she tutted, standing up and brushing imaginary lint off her designer trousers. “Open your eyes, people. He’s the second finest Todoroki sibling.”

“Who’s first?” Izuku asked, entirely too sincerely.

“Mmm,” she hummed, tapping her chin. “Fuyumi, duh.”

“Please,” Momo sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Whatever,” Yn shrugged. “Where’s the bathroom in this place?” She turned on her heel, her voice trailing behind her as she wandered out of the fitting room.

She wandered the vast, echoing halls endlessly, her heels tapping against polished marble as she peered into each ornate doorway with increasing irritation. “You’d think these people would’ve mastered basic signage by now,” she muttered under her breath, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Gold accents, velvet drapes, towering floral arrangements, every corridor looked the same, a shrine to excessive wealth and architectural confusion. The kind of place that prioritized imported limestone over practicality. Yn sighed dramatically, pivoting at another useless hallway fork.

“Honestly, I’ve seen hedge mazes with more logical trajectories.”

Just as she turned the corner,grumbling under her breath about hedge mazes and the bourgeoisie’s aversion to clear directions,she slammed straight into something solid. Or rather, someone.

Strong hands caught her before she could stumble back, the sharp scent of cedarwood and something sharper,like ozone,flooding her senses.

She didn’t need to look up to know.

“For fu—watch where you’re going, princess,” Bakugou muttered, brows already furrowed, arms still lightly braced around her.

Yn blinked. “Oh. Perfect. Of course it’s you.” She stepped back quickly, brushing invisible dust off her blouse with far more aggression than necessary.

“You lost?” he asked, that infuriating smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth like he already knew the answer.

She scowled. “No.”

He arched a brow.

“Fine. Maybe,” she huffed. “I’m looking for the bathroom, not that it’s any of your business.”

“Tch. Figures. You wouldn’t know your left from your right without a private valet pointing the way.” He brushed past her, slow and smug. “C’mon. I’ll show you.”

She stared after him, caught between offense and the urge to follow. Eventually, she moved.

It wasn’t like she had a better option.

She trailed behind him begrudgingly, arms crossed, heels tapping softly against the marble floor. The silence between them stretched long and taut,irritatingly comfortable in a way she hated to admit.

And even more irritating was how good he looked in that new uniform blazer. The structured navy fabric hugged his shoulders unfairly well, tapering in all the right places, the gold-accented lapel brushing against his collarbone every time he moved. His shirt was only half tucked in, like he’d gotten bored halfway through getting dressed, and the top button was,of course,undone. Show-off, she muttered internally, dragging her eyes back up before they lingered too long.

“Why are you even here?” she asked finally, watching the way his shoulders moved under that stupidly well-fitted uniform. “Don’t you have something to punch? Or yell at?”

Bakugou didn’t bother turning around. “My parents own this company, remember? They supply the school uniforms? Some of us actually show up when there’s business to run.”

“You stood behind a mannequin for twenty minutes and insulted the seamstress’s stitchwork.”

“Yeah. Because it was shit.”

She rolled her eyes, fighting the smirk threatening her mouth. “You’re impossible.” “I’m talented, the new uniforms are thanks to me, that green was awful.”

He finally stopped in front of an ornate door, holding it open without looking at her. “Here. Bathroom. Don’t get lost again, princess.”

“Stop calling me that,” she said as she slipped past him, her shoulder brushing his chest. “It’s condescending.”

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with a dangerous glint in his eye. “You hate it because it’s true.”

“I hate it because you say it. It’s a compliment when everyone else says but you say it to personally insult me.”

A beat. His gaze flickered to her mouth, just for a second, quick enough that she might’ve missed it if she weren’t looking.

She raised an eyebrow. “Anything else you want to say, Bakugou?”

He looked at her for a moment longer, jaw tight. Then he pushed off the frame and turned. “Yeah. You’re welcome.”

And with that, he walked away, blazer swaying slightly with each step, leaving her standing in the doorway,annoyed by the nickname, the attitude, and the very real fact that that blazer was a size too small.

She hoped no one ever told him that.

inside scoop!

every year golden trio + honorary members make a day of uniform fittings. going out to eat, going shopping, to the beach etc. they skipped the beach this year.

yn would not wear those pants i just needed a picture of 1. her smoking, 2. strawberry matcha

yn is a Serena vanderwoodsen type in the sense that she’s a bitch but masks it well. I’m a Serena hater

Bakugou, kyoka, and sero were the only ones present at the fitting. Denki never gets his fitted and Sero only goes to appease Mina.

Uraraka still doesn’t attend UA 😞 (yet)

mina was given the choice between her own yacht or a big 18th birthday party. She worked out she could throw more parties on a yacht and just went to dinner with the brat pack

It hasn’t been named bc her parents vetoed the name hot girl summer 10 times. So in that same regard no one in the group but kiri and Mina have actually seen the yacht

Fun fact! Mina’s mom is Nigerian and South Sudanese, her father is Japanese!

In that same regard, Sero’s mom is Colombian and his dad is Japanese.

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[yandere-fics]

For omega failure ideas how about an omega failure who keeps trying to take nude photos of the alpha they’re stalking through their window. Like the alpha lives across the street so omega failure reader takes pics through their window but one day creeps up to their neighbor’s window and tries sneaking a few more pics before getting caught.

Yours truly,

-Princess Pea Clown Darling Anon

♡ Nora's Omega Reader Is A Shut In ♡

Since you were very young you hadn't really ever desired an alpha, you'd seen the work other omegas went through because of their alpha's when all you wanted was a lazy life with the least effort you could put in possible. Sure in college you'd made attempts to date but it always got annoying when some perspective asshole would ask you after only a week of knowing you if you were taking proper care of yourself or acting all concerned like you just didn't know how to do self care. Like you weren't aware you were a slob, after a few people though you got sick of it. If the price for having an alpha was trying to clean yourself up then you didn't want it, and that truly was your decline into the shithole that you lived in now. A shithole that you liked but nevertheless a shithole that you very rarely put a shred of effort into, nor did you put effort into yourself unless it was to occasionally put your hair up so it wouldn't mat itself on your head. After you stopped trying to be with alpha though you realized something. It was so easy to get the things you wanted out of them without even having to go out with one. They were so dense and naive, not expecting anything sinister from the omega they passed on the street or the one living next door to them and you got basically everything you could ever want from your alpha neighbor all without ever talking to her once. It was a sweet deal for you which only further enabled you to never go outside and just encase yourself in your apartment, content to a life of junk food and nude pictures you'd taken when she left her windows open frequently plus the forums where other omegas talked about being shut ins so you weren't really deprived of human contact either. Until your neighbor left and was replaced by a new woman.

You didn't get her deal really, part of you wanted to call her a beta and be done with it cause if she was an alpha she must have been working overtime to hide it even when sitting in her apartment but being the alpha obsessed freak you were, even when an alpha tried to hide it you always knew what they were and you were damn near sure you were looking at an apex alpha even when it seemed like it couldn't be possible. Humans weren't commonly alphas, mostly betas and omegas, but even rarer was a human apex alpha. Still you knew what she was, you spent all day looking at naked pictures of alphas and perving on them, she couldn't hide what she was from you. As much as you would have loved to oogle your new neighbor though, she was not someone you thought you could get away to doing it too, especially when she kept trying to talk to you when she saw you out in the hallways on rare occasions. It pained you not to honestly, you had such a fine specimen of an apex alpha, even if she was denying it, across your window from you and you couldn't even peep even a little bit but you had years of pictures from the old neighbor to get you through these depressing times until one day you didn't. Things had been moving around your apartment it seemed in the few times you went to sleep for longer than two hours and during one of those times your beloved photos just completely disappeared. You weren't stupid like some people could be though, she might have used scent blockers but again, you were a pervert for alphas so you knew one had been there and she was the prime suspect. Might have been a bit shameless but you loved those photos so you went into her building and banged on her door.

"My rea- h-hey neighbor, what did you want to talk about?" The door opened almost instantly when you banged on it like she was just always hoping you'd come over, freaky. She looked upset when she saw just how angry you were.

"Hey I'm only going to say this once, don't ever touch my fucking shit again!" You turned around and stormed back to your building to mourn your pictures, you'd have to find some way to get more elsewhere. Stupid snooping alpha ruining your favorite thing in the whole world. That was twice now you'd say she came in and screwed up your life.

Of course she didn't listen to your request at all, still coming into your house at night and cleaning for whatever awful stupid reason she had but you were not about to go up there to confront her again. You weren't the bravest omega in the first place, it was a miracle you'd even found the courage to stomp up there to begin with, you'd just been devastated to find your photos gone so you hadn't been thinking. Since then she did stop talking to you outside even if you knew she was following behind you when you went to get your food order, at least she knew you didn't like her. You were also pretty sure she brushed your hair in your sleep once because you woke up with your hair feeling silky soft which was such a weirdo thing to do in your opinion and that was coming from a literal pervert. That was fine to you too though, you'd get your kicks from somewhere else, the internet was still there until your internet went out and the company said it wouldn't be back on for a couple days which drove you instantly to desperation. You couldn't go without your beloved nude pictures for any longer than a day, that would be pure torture, you'd have no choice but to sneak some quick ones of your neighbor who fortunately for you had taken up jerking off where you could see her in some sick attempt to make up for your missing photos you think. You had been ignoring it for the last month but… she wouldn't even know this time right? You were a pro at taking pictures without alphas learning!

You nearly pissed yourself when she came into your apartment the next day with the proof of your crimes only able to look at the floor as you wondered what she was going to do to you.

"A-are you going to r-report me?" You didn't want to go to one of the omega centers, that's where they put omegas who misbehaved so some alpha could take care of them so they wouldn't act out as much. That was basically the entire thing you'd been attempting to avoid, it was the sole reason you'd gotten addicted to taking your photos.

"I'd never report my reason for living! Buttt, I can't let my reason for living keep living like this, I'm worried for you." You'd been sitting on your couch, Nora, as you learned her name was, had cleaned it off when she came in so you could sit down since you looked pale meanwhile she stood in front of you just staring.

"Y-you won't report me?" You looked up at her relieved but worrying about what she'd make you do in exchange for not turning you in, of course it wouldn't just be from the goodness of her own heart. Nothing was ever that easy.

"Of course not, you're my reason for living." You wished she'd stop saying that but you didn't interrupt her, "I just want you to take care of yourself, you know I remembered the poses in all your past pictures, I'll even retake them for you if you do something for me."

That peaked you interest and made you nod enthusiastically, you'd been dying without pics.

"For every day you let me take care of you, I'll give you one more photo." The smile from your face completely fell. Why did alpha's never understand that you loved your trash cave, it was what you really wanted in your life but it was this or something much worse so for now you had no choice but to agree. Eventually she'd probably get sick of this anyways and you'd be able to go back to being a slob.

You didn't expect she meant that she'd move in with you though. You were expecting her to just come over and doing what she did while you slept but while you were awake. It made it impossible to even properly enjoy your new photos because how could you do anything while she was in the same apartment as you, if you did then she'd probably want to fuck while all you really wanted was your nude photos to stare at all day. Even worse though, she made you eat proper, heavy meals, no more of your beloved junk food. You were going to lose your mind like this. You were less offended by her seeing you naked while you bathed and more by the fact she'd scrubbed all the years of stink you'd spent building up away. It was your natural defense mechanism, no one would bother you for being an omega if you reeked but now you just smelled like soap. How were people supposed to know to avoid you if you didn't reek of sweat, this was an absolute crime in your opinion even if you had to admit that it felt nice actually being clean. Being clean, properly feed, even a real sleep schedule, this really felt like an attack against everything you stood for, you were going to lose your mind, who were you if not a disgusting omega pervert. You just wanted to go back to your stinky nasty cave of an apartment, this was too much for you to handle even if technically you weren't doing any of the work, Nora was doing it for you. It was the principle of the matter though. You were a stinky dirty omega, how dare she ruin that or attempt to fix you. You wound up running away because you couldn't even recognize yourself anymore, leading you to a dirty motel where you were determined to get a photo of some random alpha. You didn't want to put in so much effort for your nudes anymore.

Nora had a hunch as to where you went without even needing to check the chip she'd put in your shoe, of course you'd want to go somewhere not taken care of to escape what you considered her obsessive caring. She wasn't expecting to find you on your phone looking up alpha nudes in secret. That one really pissed her off when she spent so much effort providing nice photos for you and taking care of you, you hadn't even enjoyed her nudes since you got them even though she could smell you used to get off to that other alphas nudes constantly. So seeing you here doing that just made her snap a little bit and she wound up tying you up with a vibrator and a blindfold. Now if you wanted to get off you couldn't have any visual aids. You were sobbing by the end of the night and so grateful when she took the blindfold off to see her, she still wasn't planning on untying you ever again though, you needed to be tied up to let her take care of you like you needed.

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i checked the one I'm most familiar with and though they had a lot to say about the mistranslations/weird translations in this arc they didnt have anything about this specifically - at some point in this reread i started keeping 2 different translations open and it's crazy how different it is! gojo's characterization is one of the main ones for me - a lot of stuff misses the way he talks, like very casually but also a big fan of wordplay, insensitive and out of touch, always referring to himself as Gojo Satoru and not gojo, etc.

i honestly think it's partly responsible for the mischaracterization of him as a guy who acts stupid to hide the fact he's secretly sensitive that's common with anime mentors VS actual lunatic who isn't acting, he really does just live in a bubble and does not understand himself or other people due to vastly benefiting materially from the conservative&eugenicist society in which he's been raised and yet being treated as straight up nonhuman and reduced to his Highly Desirable Quality. he knows it's rotten and needs to be burned but he isn't able to identify any specific reason so he is ineffective. like he's a deeply tragic character but I think it's much more complex than "strong on the outside traumatized on the inside" anyway i think some translations soften him too much and those subtleties add up

i actually like both versions but it's crazy how different these two things are, and has the potential to reveal a lot about gojo's teaching style considering how little actual teaching we see him do up to this point (except yuuji)