#hope you like it TvT

[bibyshitsuji24k]

barbie meme - Smile and Lizzy ft. Under--Abberline inspector

[shakooo]

1/2 JAKSHAHA HIIIIII GUYS IT'S ME AGAIN here is the comic that i promised....just the day before yesterday i was able to advance this, school is killng me now hahaha and i definitely have to focus on it like never before, but well, about the comic AAAAGH I WANTED TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT ISABELLA you know, her design is very interesting and fun to draw for me

apart from the fact that in the conceptual art she has a much more sophisticated outfit AND that was the one that gave me the inspiration to do this hehe

this is what i'm talking about >:), the whole family has their elegant version and k love the concEEEPt

there are still 3 pages left to color so wait for it ª

Here is the drawing without text....AND I LOVE HOW IT LOOKED

[vee-isaweirdartist]

"He was picking berries from a bush he had found, but his hand hit something hard. Something that squeaked. And there I was, one hand in the berry basket."

click for better quality!

FINALLY HAHAHAHAH, THE RECKONING OF MY PROMISE, A fanart for @reploidbuddy 's amazing espilver fic! This is based on a dialogue that revealed a bit of how Vector came to find Espio in their childhood, and by God when I tell you I almost cried I ALMOST CRIED TvT. Y'all! You should definitely check out this fic, Where The Water Narrows is such an amazing journey so far and even with 12 chapters out, everything just EVERYTHING is very well crafted to get you into it!

Same drawing without the texture and the sketch for it!

Yes my process is chaotic how did y'all know

[deathsvvitch]

Hi Tai!! I hope you're doing well today 🫶🏾🩷 ✨️-suggestion: draw Ale with a flower you associate with him? ovo and please tell us why you associate that flower with them!

omg nimo hi hello!! ♥♥ thank you so much for the suggestion!! i will say it took every fiber of my being not to fully finish this -- i never draw flowers, but I had to do this one-

so I cheated a little-- there's actually two flowers I associate with Ale!

Hydrangea and Imperial Gem Lavender, specifically Pink+Purple Hydrangea!

-> There's a few reasons behind these two, and it revolves around Ale's main character development as the series plays out. Ale and the Novana both are meant to represent change and breaking the mold. Specifically, Ale breaking away from tradition with the Family and following their own path regardless of what people want for them, whether that be their own identity and how people view them, or the Novana's Curse.

-> Hydrangea actually have separate meanings depending on location. For Japan, they're meant to represent sincere, heartfelt emotion, understanding, and togetherness. Meanwhile, in Europe (aka back home for Ale), hydrangeas represent arrogance and boastfulness, symbolizing the 'rebellion' Ale showed and why Ale doesn't consider Italy their home anymore. Japan became their home, they met friends for the first time, had a whirlwind of an experience that led to a path for them that they'd only hoped for.

-> Lavender is only a secondary thought, hydrangeas being the primary symbol/flower here. Lavender represents calmness, devotion, and pride. Calmness for how they end up more in control of their emotions after breaking away from their mother, Devotion for the friends they've made in Japan and their Guardians, and Pride for how they finally feel comfortable in their own skin.

AAAAAA this got very wordy, but I very much enjoyed this!! Thank you so much Nimo! ♥

[daily-smol-silm]

Day #95 - SHINY??

Celebrimbor and Narvi discover that magic moon ink thingy

[agathazinha2009]

I can see this happening lmao

[muraenide]

ft. @cardiolog1st inspired by discord chat

He climbs into Father Zayne's lap. It's typical to find him in front of the altar during afternoons where mass had just ended and the worshippers have dissipated from the hall. Father Zayne is dozing off in his chair, arms folded and eyes closed as he focuses on his faith. Jade saddles himself quietly, careful not to wake him. He cups Zayne's well-defined jaw with his hands, lolling it to the side. He admires Zayne's long eye-lashes, his plush lips and rosy-red cheeks.

It's not the first time Jade attempts something. He's nineteen now and at the height of puberty. He's almost as tall as Zayne; Zayne has said that he has no doubt that Jade would grow taller than him one day, Jade agrees with him. Chastely, he presses his lips against the priest's, savouring the slick and sloppy taste of iron and saliva. Jade hasn't seen a lot of people kissed, unironic, considering the place and time he was born in and grew up from. In the past Zayne has tried to get him to remember his family, afraid that he was too young to recall their faces when vampires massacred them. Jade has said that he doesn't care, that they're nothing more than strangers to him, he's wanted to say that he considers no one his family except Zayne, but not before he realizes that he's upset the priest, so Jade keeps those words to himself.

Why make me care about people I have little to no memories of?

The thought aroused something inside of him. That he stands by what he says, even after a few years had passed. Zayne's his only family and no one else. He fervently starts to grind his crotch against the priest's, feeling their flesh through the cloth. One-sided efforts were never enough for Jade, he wants Zayne to reciprocate them, get rough, and put in as many effort as Jade is so evidently trying to make a point of. Perhaps Jade would've been more hesitant about using Zayne physically like toy to jerk himself off if it weren't for the fact that Jade already knows his feelings were reciprocated.

Zayne likely thought that he's still young, and that once he reaches adolescent age he'd grow out of his feelings and pursue some other village's girl and marry her by the next moon, but Zayne has never been so wrong. Jade knew what he wants, never once regretted his decisions.

Too caught up in his thoughts, Jade doesn't realize it when Zayne's eyelids flickers open, having woken up from feeling painfully hard. In a flurry of motions, Zayne pins him against the ground, choking him with his weight above him and his legs on either sides of his waist. The floor is hard and cold against his back. Jade lets out a moan, sarcastically, wishing those fingers were curled in his ass rather than his neck.

"Jade?" Zayne blinks. Jade still sees the haze of sleep thick in his eyes. He most probably thought that Jade was a vampire or something similar who snuck up on him while he's vulnerable. Jade had no excuse, however, he's a well-known vampire hunter at this point, but he supposed he can't blame himself for getting flipped over by Zayne: everything he knew about combat and vampires, they were taught to him by Zayne.

"What are you doing - Jade." Zayne hisses; Jade's 'deeds' on him were clear, he's leaking and soaking wet through white robes. Rather than feel ashamed of his actions, Jade takes pride in them. "I've rejected you many a time, what makes you think this time would go any different?"

"I'm almost twenty. I deserve a clear-cut answer as to why you're pushing me away." Jade squeezes out, before Zayne's fingers around his neck slowly relents. "You haven't rejected me. You are simply trying to dissuade me from pursuing a romantic relationship with you for reasons only you know yourself. Unless you explicitly tell me that I'm not desired, I refuse acknowledge it."

Silence blankets itself around them for a long time. Zayne's eyes narrow, the emotions swirling behind hazel-green hues conflicting. After what seems like eons, Zayne asks, a question that has been haunting him since Jade turned sixteen. "Why me?"

Jade smiles. "Why not?"

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Five hundred years is a long time to go without a mate, even for an immortal vampire. Jade isn't sure if Zayne would respond to his request to meet up with him at his mansion, but Zayne certainly did not send a reply. He waits anyway, watching the runway from his gate to his front door from the balcony of his room with a pipe in his mouth. Despite the last time he's seen Zayne, Jade's appearance hasn't changed one bit. He still looked the way he is the moment he was turned. He's actually taller than Zayne now, even if it's just three centimeters. Since that traumatic event Jade has been doodling Zayne's face every single day. Cameras came into society only four hundred years later. By that time Jade has had almost thousands if not millions of drawings of Zayne. After five hundred years, he still remembers his face.

He turns to admire the sight of his private sleeping quarters. The drawings that were his favourites make up the majority of his walls. They got better in time, but most importantly they helped him remember.

Heterochromatic gaze falls upon the figure standing at his door. The light at its back made it terribly difficult to discern his features, but Jade could recognize that silhouette anywhere.

Zayne, too, is stunned by all the drawings of himself on the walls. Jade knows he's smart enough to tell that some of them weren't from the same era; the paper's age and usage of charcoal instead of an ink pen or pencil says it all. He doesn't know whether Zayne would find them hauntingly beautiful or diminish them into the doings of an obsessive stalker.

Zayne doesn't say a single word about them, making the enigma of himself grew.

"I got your message." He says instead. "It's wording is... very inappropriate."

"Yet here you are." Jade replies, words speaking volumes and indirectly addressing the elephant in the room.

He gets off his armchair and walks up to Zayne. He pulls him into his room before shutting the door. Zayne lets him, doesn't even put up a fight, which Jade assumes that he either expects this or allows it.

"You want to know whether I meant what I said in my letter. I take it that's the reason you showed up?" He knows the answer is a certain 'yes', but Zayne's not ready to continue the conversation past that. Still hesitant about getting into another man's bed when he's happily married. He reaches out with a hand and tips Zayne's chin up to look at him in the eye. Jade has had sex with a few people in between those five hundred years. It's always out of necessity but never out of pleasure. But he's never seen someone who looks at him the way Zayne is right now: hungry and wanting, ready to crumble under his touch, offering him every part of his body the moment Jade says the word.

"Why me?" Zayne asks, but he doesn't pull away. The ring on his finger visible even in the darkness. "I'm a married man."

Jade's gaze darts to the ring on his own finger next to Zayne's jaw, the very same one he'd used to propose to a certain priest. "So am I." He answers coyly, those words carrying more weight than either of them realize. "So why not?"

[wanderingline]

Lan WangJi's reaction to this :)

[serenescribe]

haven't rambled here in a bit, sooo here's a wee bit of an update! mainly things i rambled about in post tags but aaaaaaaa

first: the longfic should be going up on sunday, if all goes well! (still gotta figure out a title and summary for that one, but i'll let future me take care of that)

second: after the longfic goes up, i'll set up a poll for the next one! woah! uhh uni is killing me :') so i can't pump these longfics out as quickly as before... but i'd like to know what ideas people are most interested in and work on them accordingly. i'll include info about the options and the poll should run for a week, i think quq

third: i've got 9 of 11 ficlets done! unfortunately i had to scrap two of them (so sorry to those who sent it in! q-q) because i couldn't figure out how to write it at all. hoping to post all of these slowly over the course of the next few months (i am dying in uni oTL). i'll probably open up ficlet requests after i clear the whole batch; they're pretty fast for me to write. (longer fic reqs will stay closed for the time being)

anyways, i hope you're all doing well! \o/ happy friday!

[keter-class-anomaly]

this guy

omg purple haired guy named dylan it's just like my cannon brother-

oooooh he's neat :]

lining lol:

[radiates-confusion]

Welp, we're back at it again. Another 30 day concoction of prompts to reach an end goal I wish to have! (It's litterally just the second time I'm doing this) This time, I'm worldbuilding! And will ramble about it below the break!

So we're going to have some section of worldbuilding related to each prompt, whether it be a town, a lifestyle, a job, a character themselves, a situation for potential DnD-ing etc etc.

Each worldbuilding block made will include a character design related to it. This is for two reasons!

Reason 1 is that it helps jumpstart my brain into making more Npcs, and that it helps me consider how what I have built affects the larger world!

Reason 2 is that this will help keep my brain engaged, as whilst worldbuilding can sometimes be very stop start for me, I am always willing to indulge into character design.

This is really helpful, because it means I will find it a lot easier to stick to the one design/worldbuilding block a day timeline!

Plus! This timeline gives me something to do towards the end of my summer, and will be able to follow me for awhile as I transition back into actually having to go to college again, soooo, fun!

[nymphea0]

Kurkans Mate.

Beast and his mate.

Yan! Ishakan x Reader

Part 1.

Manhwa :약탈혼 / predatory marriage

/ 약탈혼 (완전판)

: Adult Manhwa (18+)

Author/Illustrations : Saha / Hera(Art)

Halloo is neva again, is beens longs i had no post any story TvT... well i had some busy stuff to do, so hope you all forgive me.

And this first my series Manhwa chara, soons will be much chara came out, so stay alwalys love🦋🦋.

might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story,love.- Neva🦋🦋

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Fire, blood and corpses'

is a view from a small village in the far west which has unspoiled natural beauty.

However, all of that was damaged when an invasion from a foreign continental kingdom came into conflict with another kingdom, resulting in several villages being affected by the conflict.

Day and night only the sound of screams, sadness, wrath, and much more, the beautiful village has become a sea of ​​blood of innocent people.

Village of a thousand nights, a village for nature people which has a million cultures and also unbeatable beauty. village for the Antrabeth race.

Hair is blue as bright as the sky, the brighter and smoother the hair, the higher the inner bond with nature.

They are a closed people, living in a mountainous environment covered by forests and sunlight. However, their blood is their curse, the anthrabeth race is famous for their blood which can cure all diseases for those who drink the blood and also the blood of those who seek a long, eternal life.

The Antrabeth race is the enemy of the witch and the kurkans, the witch really like experimenting and some stuff unormalize thing and the kurkans believe that marrying an antrabeth race will produce invincible offspring.

However, the world thinks that the Antrabeth Tribe is just a myth, because their existence cannot be proven.

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The stomping of feet and gasping for breath were silent witnesses in the night.

You, running with your aunt, managed to survive the post-war tragedy between the neighboring kingdom and the kingdom where you live.

The war between these two kingdoms caused damage to small villages, one of which was Antra village, a village for the Antrabeth tribe.

You and your aunt Reane are running from the pursuit of knights from an enemy kingdom who are ordered to kill women and kill men for blood.

Entering the border of the dense forest, your aunt stopped running, you who were running beside her also stopped, your breath was short, with the throbbing of blood flowing very quickly.

Your aunt could only stare at you sadly as you pressed your foreheads together.

"Run, nephew, don't let them catch you!" Your aunt's voice shook violently, ordering you to run as if this was a goodbye.

"What do you mean aunt?! We'll be safe, okay?" Enough lives have been lost tonight! I don't want to lose you too auntie!!." With a voice shaking with sadness you rejected your aunt's idea as if asking you to run.

"Don't be stupid!, they won't stop chasing us until one of us died. Listen nephew, the antrabeth tribe, our family is on the verge of extinction because of our blood, you have to run, save yourself."

"But auntie?! I can't!" you could only cry as your aunt pushed you hard.

"Run, don't let they catch you!" That was the last sound of your aunt running against the current, the voices of the enemy kingdom's knights shouting with a joyful hum as if they had caught a good catch.

You could only stare at the light of the torches and the sound of the horses' stampedes that were getting louder and louder. disappear. Your aunt, has been captured by the enemy knights.

Certainly, once they get your aunt's blood, your aunt will be killed just like that.

With tears streaming down your cheeks, you can only run forward, entering the forest deeper, the dark forest with the sound of animal sounds and moonlight are the only things that accompany your sad night.

Running with all your might you can only feel deep sadness, your mother and father were killed cruelly when your father and mother tried to save you, the inhabitants of the antrabeth tribe, the men were killed very cruelly, the women women and children were also killed old and young.

They only seek 1 thing, blood, the blood of the antrabeth tribe against the laws of nature, blood that can give long life like eternity and can cure all kinds of diseases.

Your blue hair is tangled, many leaves and twigs that's caught in your hair, the sweat that sticks to your forehead, the roar of your heart beating so fast that it adds to your running adrenaline.

Until your body is at the very high threshold because of tiredness from running and pushing yourself too hard, you stumble and fall, you faint on the mossy ground lit by the moon and surrounded by trees.

A thin mist covers your figure lying pitifully, as if nature is afraid if there is who tries to hurt you again.

Just when your eyes are almost completely closed, you see the silhouette of an old woman looking at you sympathetically. Until total darkness envelopes you.

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A young woman with her hands and feet covered in bandages to heal abrasions, lay weakly and helplessly on an old mattress that had not been used for a long time.

An old woman slowly wiped the dirt that covered the body of the young woman who was lying weakly.

In a soft voice the woman said

"What in seven hells did this poor girl actually experience?"

After cleaning the young woman, the old woman put on a long, soft nightgown.

Carrying a tray carrying a small bucket of murky water and a dirty towel.

Walking slowly, closing the bedroom door gently, leaving the young woman to rest.

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The sound of birds chirping melodiously decorated the beautiful morning in the middle of the dense forest.

Rays of light entered the slightly open window and illuminated a woman resting peacefully on the bed.

Frowning slowly, you opened your eyes slowly but surely, blinking to adjust your vision.

You see a room with minimalist furniture and decoration, with a very pungent smell of dust entering your respiratory tract.

Slowly waking up you look around, wondering who saved your life.

Then you slowly pull aside the blanket that covers your body, staring in shock, your hands and feet are covered with bandages that have a strong herbal aroma.

When you are about to get out of bed and try to stand up you fall onto the wooden floor, making a fairly loud sound.

'Dug'

'Dug'

'Dug'

The sound of quite heavy footsteps can be heard outside this room.

You who fell could only look towards the closed wooden door, until the door opened, indicating that someone had opened it.

There you see an elderly woman, her hair has white strands, skin that is no longer young, with a slightly hunched body.

"Why are you getting out of bed?!, you are not fully recovered!"

Walking slowly, the woman helps you to sit on the bed.

With a still weak voice, you asked the woman.

"Are ... you the one who saved me?"

The woman just nodded her head.

"My name is Esmera" the woman introduced herself as Esmera.

You also introduced yourself to her.

"You're from the Antrabeth tribe, right?" Emsera asked while gently stroking your bright blue hair.

You looked at her warily, thinking that Esmera might have saved you with another intention.

"Don't worry, I don't need your blood, this is just the first time for me to see the Antrabeth tribe directly."

Esmera, the old woman just chuckled softly seeing your confused face, while sitting slowly beside you she said.

"The Antrabeth tribe, everyone on the entire continent thinks that you are just a myth."

You could only stare in confusion, if the Antrabeth tribe is just a myth, why does the enemy kingdom know the existence of the Antra village?

You think, for the first time you finally realize one thing... the antrabeth tribe is a tribe that is close to nature, a village of a thousand nights, a village covered in thick fog and located in a dense forest, how could the enemy kingdom find the village where you live.

Many questions crossed your mind.

"I don't know what happened to you, , but from what I know, your presence can endanger you.".

You who were confused asked Esmera why that was.

The old woman just sighed while looking at you she said.

"Your tribe has not appeared on several common continents for more than 100 years, just your appearance is enough to shake the world."

You could only be silent hearing Esmera's words.

Then when you were about to speak, Esmera cut you off first.

"You are even more unsafe once you meet the Kurkans."

You who have been living in the depths of the forest just stared confusedly and chanted the name of the Kurkan tribe, asking Esmera what Kurkan is.

"Kurkans, are a tribe that has an extraordinary appearance and physical strength and is very strong, they are more often known as barbarians."

"In short, Kurkans will make you a partner if they find you, they are famous for kidnapping partners they choose through their animal blood instincts"

"The Kurkans consider partners important, and if they have acknowledged them as their partners, they will kidnap the person they consider to be their partner, forced or not, they will not let go of the partner they choose easily".

You just stared at Esmera who was busy checking the wounds on your hands and feet.

You then told me about what you experienced, the war, and the massacre.

Esmera looked at you sadly, the woman did not expect the tribe that was thought to be a myth to disappear overnight.

"Of course .... maybe you are the only one left"

Patting your shoulder, Esnera said.

"Let's change your hair and eyes first, because your hair and eyes are the most striking."

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That afternoon you passed by trying to walk slowly.

Esmera is a witch, you as an antrabeth tribe know from the elders to stay away from witches, especially dark witches. At first you were quite afraid of Esmera, but Esmera assured you that she had retired, because Esmera is a natural witch, a witch who guards this forest, the same forest where you fell, the same forest where you will live with Esmera.

Witches have many types, but the most famous are dark witches, because they like to hang their victims from trees, create blood rain, during the blood moon and legal witches usually have the ability to hypnotize their victims and do what they want.

And Esmera is a natural witch, a witch who is usually tasked with guarding a forest or natural environment, and they are witches with a retirement age, when they are 40 years old, they are required to retire, in short like that.

But you remain vigilant, because you have only just met Esmera not long ago.

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It's been 3 months since the incident you experienced before, now you live with Esmera, the woman is willing to take you in, because Esmera also said that sometimes she lives lonely, even though there are forest animals that accompany her.

Your hair and eyes have been changed by Esmera with a potion of drops, just 1 drop is enough.

Your bright blue hair and galaxy-colored eyes have changed to black and brown.

At first you were not used to it, but the effect of this potion only works for 5 hours, Esmera said to use this potion in certain conditions, such as going to the market or when you are being chased by something that could harm you.

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In the afternoon, as usual, you explore the forest with 1 white ferret and a wild deer. Of course you are in disguise, even though this forest is protected by Esmera's magic, you still have to be careful.

Walking enjoying the forest with your two friends on the path you usually take, only to find a man covered in a robe holding his injured stomach.

You who can't see injured people unconsciously approach the man,

"Hello?" you were surprised almost tripping when the man's face appeared in front of you, a handsome face, very exotic brown skin, and... his eyes that had a sharp structure that was bright gold shining.

You have never seen someone with such bright and beautiful eye color, unfortunately you are not aware that your eyes are also very bright and beautiful.

This is the first time you have interacted with someone other than Esmera and the Antrabeth Tribe, and you also don't know who this man is? And from what tribe. That doesn't matter, what's important now is to heal this man and ask him to leave here immediately.

"Go away! Leave me alone!" A harsh and mocking tone.

You don't like this man, okay face, very bad character. But you have the instinct to help others, obviously you won't let this man go just like that.

"I'll help you, in return please get out of here quickly."

The man just looked at you with a suspicious look, but he wasn't as rude as before.

You realized that Esmera would be here soon, and this man might die, because Esmera has a rule that men are destroyers, and they are not allowed to enter this forest.

You think of a quick way, 1 drop of your blood is enough to heal this man's wounds.

"Can you open your mouth?" Asking in a soft and friendly tone. You were only answered with a rough and arrogant voice again, seriously you are now thinking why is this man so arrogant and rude?.

"Why should I open my mouth?! My wound is in my stomach, not in my mouth!".

You dislike this man more and more, you know he suspects you but being rude is also not right and you also realize the two animals that come with you are moving more restlessly.

With one needle prick, you forcefully direct your index finger into the man's mouth, making him inevitably taste 1 drop of your blood.

The man, of course, was surprised and wanted to push you, but he stopped moving when he tasted your blood, blood usually smells like iron and has an unpleasant taste, but your blood, as sweet as nectar, has no iron smell at all.

You wipe your fingers on the man's robe, because there is his saliva left behind.

Then you stand up and say.

"Go immediately, don't ever come back"

Ride the wild deer and ferret that have stayed on your shoulder, you leave the golden-eyed man.

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The man just stares at you with a look that is difficult to interpret, then he lifts his shirt a little and sees, the stab wound in his stomach, slowly heals and leaves no scar at all, the man who feeling tired before, became fit and full of energy.

The man slowly stood up out of the forest, his mind still processing who are you?, how can blood heal a very deep and poisonous stab wound?. There were many questions in the man's mind.

The man walked and a few moments later, 2 other women and man came to the man's side bowing slightly.

"Your Highness, we have been looking for you, it is a relief to see you are okay" the women with a scar on her face spoke, with exotic skin too.

Then followed by a man who had blue eyes with exotic tan skin.

"The rebellion has succeeded your Highness, now all the Kurkans are waiting for you, Your Highness Ishakan".

The man... The King of the Kurkans, the new king of the Kurkans tribe, a tribe with animal blood, a tribe that has extraordinary physical abilities and looks, the King of the Kurkans tribe.

Combing his hair slowly, Ishakan only answered briefly to his two aides, Genin the women with a wound on her face, and Haban the man with blue eyes just stared at Ishakan in confusion.

Then Ishakan said.

"Have you two... ever heard of a case where blood can heal wounds in an instant?"

Haban and Genin just looked at each other. Genin as Ishakan's aide and right hand answered.

"I don't think there is any case like that and it sounds very unreal, your Highness".

Ishakan grinned and said.

"Too bad I just experienced it." Ishakan looked back into the dark forest covered in fog.

"I found something very interesting, a very interesting rabbit."

chuckling while grinning, Ishakan walked away followed by his two aides who just stared confusedly at the forest behind them and walked away, towards their kingdom, the large oasis at the western end of the continent.

Ishakan had found a figure that made his instincts scream ripples, the instinct to claim something that was rightfully his, his mate.

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*source Images : Pinterest

©️Nymphea0 2024 ,OG story, Project Dark Manhwa Character Series.

Please dont steal my work, or use without my permissions , Always be good people Dear. Much love , Neva🦋🦋.

Special Story for my Love; @snowflakes666 @nerdygoateepeanut

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[amaranthineghost]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐟 ꒱ my american lover ( logan sargeant. )

logan sargeant x aussie!reader

in which a series of instagram posts causes the internet to think you're oscar's girlfriend

authors note: motivation these days is like trying to find water in a desert TvT doesn't help that this deleted the first time i tried to post it

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⤷ lilymhe exactly! 😊

⤷ alex_albon what am i being signed up for?

user oh my god, lily and yn planning a hangout with their boyfriends? so its confirmed?

⤷ user AND THEY SEE EACH OTHER EVERY DAY??? GOTTA BE!!!

oscarpiastri is this just your new thing to post random photos of me?

⤷ ynusername yeah pretty much

⤷ oscarpiastri great thanks

⤷ ynusername anytime 🙂‍↕️

user of all the photos of oscar she could've chosen, she used this one

⤷ oscarpiastri right

⤷ user OMG OSCAR ILY!!!

user am i the only one who doesn't believe the ynscar rumors?

⤷ user you aren't because it just doesn't make sense

⤷ user right like just because she started putting memes of him in her posts doesn't mean they are outright dating

logansargeant the view looks great!

⤷ ynusername its so gorjos! (you're not talking about oscar, right?)

⤷ logansargeant gorgeous, babe, and no, of course not (yeah, i might be)

⤷ ynusername (oscar isn't the view here!)

⤷ logansargeant (says who) (and why are we talking in parentheses)

⤷ ynusername (i don't know) (why are you talking in parentheses?)

⤷ logansargeant (i don't know, that's why i asked you)

⤷ ynusername (well i don't know either)

⤷ logansargeant (you've said)

⤷ user (what's going on?) (why did he call her babe???)

⤷ user (why are logan and yn talking?) (not on my 2024 bingo card)

⤷ user (well they both know oscar)

⤷ user (but he called her babe??)

user help all the replies to their comments being in parentheses as well 😭😭😭

user am i the only one who prefers yngan to ynscar

⤷ user nope!

⤷ user i love them so much, but it's probably unlikely and we don't see much interaction from them

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ynusername pov you're max verstappen at miami and you look in your mirrors

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user oh my god

user im speechless

user the soft launch with the meme of oscar was not on my list of things happening this season 😭

bsfusername you know you're never beating the rumors

⤷ ynusername sadly 😓😓😓

⤷ bsfusername okay but when was this tho

⤷ ynusername wdym 😋

⤷ bsfusername don't gaslight me

⤷ ynusername what's gaslighting???

⤷ bsfusername bitch.

⤷ user rumors? such as the ynscar rumors?

user logan in the likes?

⤷ user hes BEEN in the likes for a hot sc, you just couldn't see him lurking

oscarpiastri you're not coming to the next race

⤷ ynusername WHY NOT??? IM YOUR BIGGEST SUPPORT 🙏🏻

⤷ oscarpiastri support your boyfriend

❤️ by author + logansargeant

⤷ ynusername SHHHH!!!

user wait so oscar isn't her boyfriend?

user anyone see logan in the likes???

⤷ user gotta support the homie's girlfriend

⤷ user gotta

⤷ user they aren't dating 😭

user okay, but do we know FOR SURE oscar and yn are dating? they just seem like really close friends...?

⤷ user SOMEONE GETS IT

user real ones know that oscar and yn are childhood friends

ynusername has posted a story!

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user PLEASE RESPOND TO THE RUMORS

user 1. you're dating oscar a. true b. false

user he doesn't even have the steering wheel 😭

ynusername 🤫

user oh my god im gonna faint, tell oscar and logan i love them

oscarpiastri you had the wheel

ynusername stupid, american cars amiright 🤣

oscarpiastri sure

ynusername okay no need for the attitude mr. im a formula 1 driver and am too cool for my BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!

oscarpiastri go bother your BOYFRIEND

ynusername okay

ynusername ...

ynusername you're supposed to feel bad

oscarpiastri 😐😑😐

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ynusername my american boy <3

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user the random middle of the day hard launch

⤷ user but im not complaining

logansargeant my kangaroo <3

⤷ ynusername EXCUSE ME???

⤷ logansargeant 😊

⤷ ynusername okay american eagle

oscarpiastri finally putting an end to the rumours i see

⤷ ynusername well you weren't going to do it so someone had to

⤷ oscarpiastri i thought it was common knowledge that i had a girlfriend that wasn't you

⤷ ynusername osc...im gonna hold your hand when i tell you this

⤷ oscarpiastri dont touch me

user the sass from oscar 😭😭

⤷ user i know right😭🫣

logansargeant

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logansargeant i love my aussie side

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user ON MY CELLULAR DEVICE???

oscarpiastri i thought i was your aussie side mate

⤷ logansargeant oh no, you are dw

⤷ ynusername probably why he put a picture of oscar in the hard launch

⤷ logansargeant you put one in the soft launch

⤷ ynusername fair point

user i was not expecting this (i was indeed expecting it)

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[cherryredstars]

Not sure if I’m doing this right since I’m new to tumbler :D but hi love ur writing followed you in an instant!

I was wondering if you could write something for a very low self esteem, inexperienced reader who goes to uni so is like 21 or something and is Miguel’s neighbor. They live in this building and their other neighbor is a rude lady who complains at the slightest Noise basically. she doesn’t dare bother Miguel but is always bothering the reader since reader can’t tell her to f off. Reader is just such sweet chubby lil cinnamon roll :(

Idk if I should have been less descriptive or more TvT; ?

Anyway hope you’re doing great :D don’t forget to hydrate ♥️

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Age Gap, Sexual Touching (With Clothes on), Slight Fluff

Summary: He helps you, you help him.

A/N: This is perfect, don’t worry, love!!!

Word Count: 2.4K (Not Edited)

This is most definitely going to leave you a crying wreck in your bathroom later.

Your nerves were already on high alert with finally becoming independent and moving out of the college dorms, that pesky exam and assignment you procrastinated on working on, and your job has been firing and hiring people left and right. The last thing you needed was your cranky old neighbor, (it is crazy to think that you once thought she was going to be a kind old woman who would give you cookies when she was lonely), to come banging on your door with a  list of complaints and reasons why she could get you evicted. You do not know what to do, never being in this type of situation before. Honestly, you do not even know about half the things this woman is accusing you of. 

You can only stand there, hand tightly holding the door open as you try not to cry from stress. In your head, you are counting in an effort to make sure your breaths are coming out evenly. The last thing you want is to have a panic attack and have your neighbor add the threat of a mental hospital to the list. You nod along weakly to what she says, letting out whispered apologies that only seem to make her angrier. 

“You useless teenagers and your need to ruin good things, don’t think I forgot when you tr-”

“Is there a problem here?”

His voice is deep and smooth, causing the both of you to jolt. You visibly relax when you turn your head to find Miguel standing outside his apartment door. He has just gotten back from work and running errands, his lab coat draped over his arm as he holds paper bags in his arms. His hair is slightly tousled from the autumn breeze, and a few strands of his black hair are scattered with grey. His sweater hugs his arms and torso in a way that is mouthwatering, and you quickly look away when his eyes meet yours.

Miguel is the only neighbor you really know. He had helped you the first time you moved in, hearing the way you struggled to bring some things up to your apartment. He offered to help, carrying in boxes faster than you could into your apartment. When you had gotten furniture, he was happy to come over and assemble it for you. He is so kind to you, offering to help with a leaking pipe or to answer any of your questions about how to do something. You might have grown a slight crush on your neighbor, something that slightly freaked you out when you realized because of the obvious age gap the two of you have. You have not even finished college yet and he is in his mid-thirties working in a big corporate lab. 

Miguel clears his throat and you look back at him. He stares at you expectantly, totally ignoring the stuttering woman who tries to answer his question. He is only ever interested in what you have to say. You flush under his intent gaze, quickly shaking your head. You do not want to cause more problems, and you definitely do not want to have your cranky neighbor form a bigger vendetta against you. 

Miguel’s eyebrow raises, definitely catching the anxious expression on your face. He hums dismissively after a minute, eyes lazily trailing back to the older woman. His nose scrunches up slightly at the sight of her and he looks away again as the woman stops trying to defend herself. Miguel shrugs, the paper bags rustling with their contents. He turns to face you, once again ignoring the older woman. 

“Then you wouldn’t mind helping me put away my groceries, right? Can’t get my keys with my hands full,” Miguel speaks in a lazy drawl. 

You are quick to nod your head in agreement, stepping out of your doorway and closing the door. The woman steps back, a displeased look on her face as she watches you walk over to Miguel. Miguel keeps his eyes trained on you, watching everything you do. You are shy when you smile up at him. With your back turned towards the old woman, you mouth a ‘thank you’ to him. His eyes instantly snap to your lips, intently studying your exaggerated words. His eyes seem to darken for a second before he blinks and it is gone. His eyes trail back up to your eyes and he tilts his head slightly down. 

“Keys are in my pants pocket.”

You quickly nod, whispering out an ‘okay’. Your face burns as you have to get closer to him to not knock into his arms. The angle is slightly awkward, your hands slip into his pants pocket and your face burns from having your hand so close to his…thing. As you try to find his keys, Miguel looks down at you with a heated look. He watches silently for a few minutes before looking back up and over your shoulder to the older woman. His face is masked in indifference, maintaining eye contact with her until she fidgets and turns away without saying a word. 

At the same time she walks into her own apartment, you make a sound of victory as you finally retrieve his keys. You dangle them in his face with a proud smile, and he gives you an amused smirk. He steps away from his apartment door, giving you room to step in front of him and unlock his door. As you insert the key, you feel Miguel press up against your back. His warmth seeps into your spine and you are quick to bite your tongue so you do not let out a squeal.  

His breath tickles your neck and ear, warm and slightly minty. “What did I tell you about standing up for yourself, hmm cariño?”

The question rumbles with his voice and you have to hold your breath in order to not make an embarrassing sound. You turn to look at him over your shoulder and instantly regret it. He has not moved his face yet, and you are a breath away from him. If you leaned forward the slightest bit, your noses would be touching. You gulp nervously, and Miguel’s eyes trail down to your lips once again. He lets out a deep hum as you lick them nervously. 

“I- she’s not that mean to me.” You whisper out in the older woman’s defense. You cannot help the way your lashes flutter as you try to meet his eyes. 

Miguel scoffs at your defense, finally backing away from you. He shifts his hold on the bags, freeing his hand to turn the doorknob. Your hand is still there, and your breath hitches when his large hand encompasses yours. His hand moves both yours and the doorknob, making a combined effort to open the door. You are still watching him from over your shoulder, mouth slightly opened in awe. Miguel looks down at you, something playful in his eyes as he tilts his head to the side. 

“You’re blocking the doorway, cariño. The ice cream I got you is going to melt.”

Your blush returns from the pet name and you stutter out an apology as you rush inside his apartment. It’s warm, and you’re hit with the smell of him. You find the light switch and turn on the lights, flooding the whole place with a warm glow. Miguel follows you into the kitchen, placing the paper bags on the dining room table. He rummages through them, glaring at you when you try to grab one to start helping. His hands connect with something cold, and he pulls out a personal pint of ice cream. He hands it over to you and you turn it around to see the label. Your eyes instantly light up when you read the brand and flavor. Last week you had ranted to Miguel about how the grocery store did not have your favorite ice cream in stock as he was fixing a problem with your internet. The whole time he just hummed along, you did not actually think he was listening. 

He smiles softly at you as you beam up at him. He turns back to the groceries, sighing when he sees your hand reaching for the bags again. He turns to you with a bored expression. He gently removes your hands from the bag, telling you to go eat your ice cream before it melts. You grumble playfully under your breath, complaining about how you were supposed to be helping. He chuckles as he follows after you, getting a spoon out for you. 

“I thought the whole point was that I was supposed to help you put the groceries away, not eat them.” 

Your complaining is cut off by a yelp when Miguel grabs your waist. He lifts you up, putting you on top of the counter. Your eyes are wide as you look at him and his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You squirm slightly from his proximity. 

“You can help me by sitting prettily and keeping me company. Tell me about your day.” 

He pulls away then, returning to the dining room table and carrying a bag to the counter next to you. Your eyes are still bashful as you watch him, quietly opening your ice cream and beginning to eat it. Miguel starts to pull contents from the bag and looks over at you expectantly. Hesitantly, you begin to go through your day, easing into it the more you talk. You speak between bites of ice cream, half paying attention to Miguel as he walks around the kitchen to place things in their proper places. Occasionally, he looks over at you as you speak, his eyes trained on the way you place the spoon in your mouth and lick at the delicious treat. 

You are almost done when he puts the last thing away. He walks over to you as you continue talking absentmindedly, just finished slipping the spoon out of your mouth again. You stop talking when Miguel’s eyes drop to your mouth, his thumb coming up the swipe at your lower lip. When he pulls it away, a bit of melted ice cream is stuck to his skin. His eyes meet yours again when he brings it to his mouth, licking it away. He hums in appreciation for the taste. 

Your mouth drops open with a gasp as you watch, eyes trained on the pink muscle. You watch as his lips form a sly smile, and you blush as you look back into his eyes. But his eyes are still trained on your parted mouth, eyes dilated and hungry. He leans forward slightly, hand returning to rub at your bottom lip before he replaces it with his lips. He is not kissing you exactly, only sucking on your lip until it is swollen and red. He gives it a small nip before he pulls away, his hands falling to rub your thighs. It causes a small whimper to escape your mouth and Miguel basks in the noise. 

His hand seeps closer and closer to the area between your thighs, grabbing the carton of ice cream and moving it to the side. His hands hastily return to the area between your thighs, fingers brushing against your center. Your breath hitches and you look down to where his hands are. Your attention is snapped away when his gravelly voice meets your ears. 

“Continue with the story, querida. You don’t sound like you finished.”

You stutter over your words, the topic of conversation blanking from your mind. Miguel chuckles knowingly, his fingers continuing to brush up and down until they land on your clothed bud. He presses into it hard enough so you can feel it through the fabric of your pants and panties, gently reminding you where you left off. You nod nervously, hands snapping up to meet his shoulders as you feel wetness rushing into your panties. You stutter and choke on your words, eyes shutting as you rotate your hips sloppily into his hand. The movement is jerky, and you feel slightly embarrassed at how painfully obvious it is that no one has ever touched you like this before. But Miguel seems to like it, likes the idea that you’re untouched and he is the only person who has seen you like this. 

It gets even better when you make those soft noises, cutting yourself off and having to be reminded about what you were saying. Miguel continues his hand movements, pressing into you and rubbing and stroking. Your wetness has seeped through your panties, dampening the material of your leggings. If you were not lost in how good it feels, you would have been grossed out and uncomfortable. A weak call of his name escapes you and Miguel looks up from your cunt to look at your face. He hums in acknowledgement, watching as you try to pull his face closer to yours in a kiss. 

He swiftly avoids it, and you would have curled into yourself at the blunt rejection if you did not become distracted by his mouth suck and licking along your neck and jaw. Your mouth falls open with a moan, head leaning back to give him more room. He groans against your skin, fingers pressing tight circles to your clit. With a few hard circles, your back arches and your hold on him tightens. Gasping moans leave you and you feel the band in you snap, releasing more wetness into your panties as you finish. Miguel pulls his head away from your neck, keeping his fingers to your bud as you ride out the orgasm. Once you slump back down, he pulls his hands away. As you catch your breath, Miguel cleans up the mess on the counter. He reaches over, closing your melted ice cream and putting the spoon in the sink. 

You are still in a daze when he pushes the warm container in your hands, his own hands gentle as he lifts you off the counter. Your eyes are glossy in after-lust as he gently guides you out of his apartment and into yours. His warm hand leaves the small of your back, massaging your sides before he whispers a thank you into your ear for your help. You are only pulled completely out of your daze when you hear your door lock and close as Miguel leaves. You turn to look at the door, cheeks blazing as you clutch tightly onto your ice cream.

You are totally getting a noise complaint for that old woman tomorrow.

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ㅤㅤWHILE it was often a gamble to gauge the intent of others, it was difficult not to be wary of an individual who appeared to take an interest in him in the dead of the night. How troublesome. No matter how much he kept to the shadows, he always attracted types like these one way or another. He supposed that was the price of taking to the darkness; there was always hidden danger lurking about. Whatever this guy was ... there was something telling him to not let his guard down.

ㅤㅤHe calmly leaned off the alleyway wall and narrowed his eyes at the sight of the man's curved lips. " For someone who's passing by, you're already talking an awful lot. I told you, didn't I ? There's nothing to see here. If you're looking to make conversation then I suggest you scram. " If anything, perhaps he should be the first to take his leave. He didn't feel like entertaining a random encounter either way.

ㅤㅤBefore he could even consider walking off, own shadow began to flicker as his familiar seemed to sense the creature they had been chasing nearby. He momentarily halted in realization and shifted his gaze towards the opposite direction from this man. Did it return ? What awful timing.

“That’s where perspective comes into play, sir. From where I’m standing, there’s plenty to see.”

Sebastian did not expect to be so rewarded on his nightly stroll as to find this bespectacled man. He has an aptitude for finding souls of great burden, and this one is particularly heavy-hearted. He takes a deep breath, lets the cold, damp air swell in his chest cavity. Mixed with the redolence of petrichor and saccharine smoke is the divinity of fatigue... and the knowledge that no matter how tired one is, another step forward must be taken.

"You needn't concern yourself with me. I am only passing by."

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HIIIIII!!! i rlly love your hyun-ju imagines and I'd like to rueguest one myself!! and this is my first time requesting? IG? buut this idea has been going thrugh my head for weeks and i need someone to see the vision.

this would take place during mingle :P Reader runs out and saves young mi in the last few seconds, buut! Hyun-ju doesn't know that and thinks both got iliminated and can't find them till the end which makes her believe that more, they reunite after the game ended and maybe reader got hurt? maybe sprained ankle from slipping? I rlly hope you understand what i mean!

AND i rlly hope you're having an wonderfull day/evening/morning/whatever ^^ and i hope i don't cause any trouble with this request TvT

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭.

|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚!! 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

You can't even believe yourself right now, you almost died multiple times because of children's game. You felt ridiculous, everything felt ridiculous. Your head was hurting, you had blood all over you. There was even blood underneath on the ground from where you stood.

Then the same chilling song began again, you hands shaking as you eased your breath. Though, a pair of hands calmed you down. "Hey, look at me." You did. "We'll make it out of here, okay? With Young-mi." She told you with a small smile in a attempt to comfort you.

Which worked on you. Liked always. "I promise, I'll keep you both safe." She brushed a piece of hair from your face to behind your ear, you looked into her eyes as your surroundings blurred. The song playing in the background as all your attention was focused on her. Then a voice announced the number.

The both of you instantly went to your team, and ran to the nearest and empty room. Though on the way, you noticed Young-mi get pushed out of the way, and on the floor with tears streaming down her face.

You could choose to save her or yourself.

It's time to make bad decisions. You let go of Hyun-ju's hand and ran over to Young-mi in a fast pace. You helped her up but while doing so, you hear Hyun-ju scream your name and hers as she gets pushed into the room by two men.

Thankful for the both of you, a room near the both of you still needed two more members. So, you took her hand and pulled her with you, unfortunately for you, you slipped into some blood, your ankle painfully rolling in the process.

You pushed her in before doing so, putting her safety before yours. And just before the time ended, they managed to pull you into the room. "Unnie, I'm sorry." She sobbed into her hands, you get up with all your might and their help.

"It's okay, Young-mi. I understand, it's not your fault." You hug her tightly, rubbing her back comfortingly. "Thanos?" You looked at the semi-famous rapper with purple. "What's up, my friend." He greeted you as you look at him with confused eyes, as he patted Young-mi's head in a poor attempt to comfort her?

"Thank you for saving me, us." You thanked them with a small bow. "It's the least we could do." The girl smiled. "And plus we would also die." The long-haired boy spoke up beside her. As the countdown ended, the doors opened.

And with that they helped you get out of the room, and due to your rolled ankle you could no longer run, or walk at that. You eyes nervously scan the room for hers, holding Young-mi's hand tightly.

Then you saw her once again, in a sea full of people her eyes met yours and she practically lit up. She ran to the both of you hugging you tightly, it's almost suffocating. Geum-ja also went to the both of you.

"Are the both of you okay?" She instinctively checked the both of you. "I'm okay, but Unnie's ankle..." Young-mi trailed off, pointing to your ankle. "Are you okay? Aigoo." Geum-ja asked you slightly lifting your pants to see the swelling ankle.

"Can you walk?" Hyun-ju asked with shake breaths. "Yeah." You lied and tried to set down the foot with the bad ankle, immediately wincing at the pain. "Hop on my back." Hyun-ju offered which you declined to.

"Was that a request? I promised to protect you, now hop on my back." She demanded while turning around to let you hop on her back. "Hyun-ju-" You got cut off by her. "Stop being stubborn would you, you can't walk."

And with that you finally do, your stomach having butterflies, with her hands easily lifting you. "Are you okay?" She asked with a worried smile. "Yes, I am." You whisper with a nod of your head.

After the games, the both of you went to the bathroom to clean yourselves up, with the lights off time being near, the both of you were left alone in the bathroom. "Thank you." You muttered from sitting on the sink as she washes her hands.

"Yeah, of course.. No problem." She smiled and splashed some water on her face. "Sorry for being harsh on you earlier." She said letting you dry her face, your movement gentle. "No, I should be the one saying sorry. I was being stubborn and annoying."

"Hey." She stopped your movements by a hand on your wrist. "Nothing you do could ever seem annoying." She smiled, looking into your eyes. And that's when you finally pull her into a kiss, your hands resting on her shoulders, whilst hers rest on your thighs.

Her hands grip your thighs as the kiss continue's on, your hands getting lost into her hair as the kiss deepens even more. Then someone suddenly opened the door. "Time's up." A guard said to the both of you.

She wrapped your ankle before getting you down, and carrying you in her arms; bridal style. "You don't have to do this." You tell her burying your blushing face into her shoulder.

"I know. But I want to."