#i live in the room of someone who is not me

[rmview]

accidentally leaking their relationship, SKZ.

featuring — stray kids members x gn!reader  ( masterlist )

summary — a reaction of how the stray kids boys end up leaking their relationship accidentally!

contents — crack, fluff, no warnings.

bang ♡ chan

bang chan was always meticulous about keeping your relationship under wraps. as the leader of stray kids, he knew how quickly rumors could spiral and wanted to protect you from unnecessary scrutiny. but even someone as careful as him could make a mistake.

it happened during one of his famous live broadcasts. chan was sitting in his studio, casually chatting with fans as he fiddled with some tracks on his computer. he was explaining his latest project when a notification popped up on his screen. without thinking, he clicked it, and for a brief second, a picture of the two of you appeared.

it wasn’t anything scandalous — just a selfie of you leaning against his shoulder, both of you smiling softly. but it was enough. the comments exploded almost instantly.

who was that??? is chan dating someone??? did i just see a girl??? that girl was me guys, chill

bang chan’s eyes widened as he realized what had happened. “oh, uh…” he scratched the back of his neck, trying to think fast. “that was… an old picture! a friend sent it to me earlier. sorry about that, everyone!”

he quickly ended the broadcast, his heart racing as he leaned back in his chair. a million thoughts ran through his head — had anyone managed to screenshot it? what would the company say? more importantly, what would you think?

when he called you later to explain, you laughed softly, though he could hear the worry in your voice. “it’s okay, chan. it was bound to happen at some point.”

“no, it’s not okay,” he insisted. “i promised to keep this private for your sake, and i slipped up.”

“you’re human,” you reassured him. “and besides, we’ll handle whatever happens together, right?”

hearing your calm voice eased some of his guilt. “yeah, together,” he said softly. “but i’m still going to be extra careful from now on.”

felix ♡

felix adored you, and while he was determined to keep your relationship private, he sometimes let his excitement get the best of him.

the leak happened when felix was baking cookies during a live broadcast. fans loved his warm, cozy streams, and he often shared stories and tips while he worked. as he was mixing dough, his phone lit up with a message from you. without thinking, he glanced at it and smiled.

“sorry, guys,” he said, holding up the phone. “just got a cute message from…” he froze, realizing what he’d just said, gaze falling to the chat that erupted with curiosity.

from who??? felix, are you hiding something??? who’s the cute message from???

felix’s face turned beet red as he stammered, “uh, from my… my friend! yeah, just a good friend.” he laughed nervously, quickly changing the subject to the cookies.

after the stream, he called you in a panic. “i think i messed up,” he admitted, pacing his room. “i almost said too much!”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “relax, lix. it’s not the end of the world.”

“but i want to protect you from all this,” he said, his voice laced with guilt. “i don’t want you dragged into the spotlight because of me.”

“felix,” you said softly, “i know you’ll do your best. and no matter what happens, i’m not going anywhere.”

his heart melted at your reassurance. “you’re too good to me,” he murmured. “but i’ll be more careful. promise.”

lee ♡ know

lee know was famously private, so the idea of accidentally exposing your relationship was something he had nightmares about. he was cautious, always double-checking everything he posted and keeping personal moments strictly offline.

the slip-up came during a group photoshoot. the boys were filming behind-the-scenes content for fans, and lee know had forgotten that he’d left your bracelet on his wrist. it was subtle — a simple silver band engraved with your initials — but eagle-eyed fans didn’t miss a thing. as the content was uploaded online, surprised comments flooded in.

is that… a couple bracelet??? whose initials are those? lee know, explain yourself!!!!

when he saw the comments later, lee know’s heart sank. he immediately called his manager, working out a way to downplay the situation. “it’s just a gift from a close friend,” he said during a live broadcast, keeping his tone neutral.

later that night, he came over to your place, still visibly upset. “i’m sorry,” he said as soon as you opened the door.

you tilted your head, confused. “for what?”

“for being careless,” he said, holding up his wrist. “i should’ve taken it off before the shoot.”

you smiled, reaching out to take his hand. “minho, it’s okay. it’s just a bracelet. and honestly, i’m kind of proud they noticed — i like seeing you wear it.”

his lips twitched into a small smile. “you’re too understanding.”

“i trust you,” you said simply. “and no matter what happens, i’m not worried.”

lee know wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. “i’ll be more careful next time. but i’m glad you’re not mad.”

“i could never be mad at you,” you teased, making him chuckle softly.

hyun ♡ jin

hyunjin was a hopeless romantic, and his love for you was something he carried with him everywhere. he was cautious about keeping your relationship private but couldn’t help tiny, subtle slips — moments where his affection for you shone through.

the leak happened during a spontaneous live broadcast. hyunjin was lounging on the couch, answering fans’ questions, when someone asked about the small ring on his pinky finger. without thinking, he smiled.

“oh, this?” he held it up, admiring the simple band. “it’s, uh… special to me.”

the chat exploded:

special? like… how??? hyunjin, tell us the truth!!! guys chill that was my anniversary present to him

realizing what he’d done, his eyes widened slightly, and he quickly tried to play it off. “it’s just a good luck charm,” he said with a nervous laugh, switching topics to his latest dance project.

after the live ended, hyunjin flopped onto the couch, groaning into a cushion. he called you immediately, his voice full of guilt. “i messed up. they noticed the ring, and i think they know it’s from you.”

you laughed softly on the other end of the line. “hyunjin, it’s not a big deal. they don’t know for sure.”

“but i feel like i betrayed your trust,” he said, sitting up. “i promised to be careful, and now people might start guessing things.”

“hyunjin,” you said gently, “you don’t have to carry all of this by yourself. we’ll handle it together, okay?”

hearing your reassurance made him feel a little better. “i’m so lucky to have you,” he murmured. “but i’ll be more careful — i don’t want anything to put you in a tough spot.”

jeong ♡ in

jeongin was naturally shy, and dating you was something he kept close to his heart. he wanted to protect your privacy, knowing how overwhelming things could get if the public found out. but even he wasn’t immune to slip-ups.

it happened during a group photoshoot. as the members joked around, jeongin absentmindedly pulled out his phone to check a message from you. a staff member teasingly asked, “who’s got your attention so much, innie?”

without thinking, jeongin blushed and muttered, “just my —” he caught himself, but the damage was done. his hyungs immediately caught on, and a few snickered. “your what, jeongin?”

the teasing moment was captured on camera and uploaded to a behind-the-scenes video. fans were quick to pick up on his slip, speculating about who he might be texting.

jeongin panicked when he saw the comments later. “they’re going to figure it out,” he fretted, pacing his room as he called you.

you tried to calm him down. “jeongin, it’s fine. people speculate all the time — it doesn’t mean they know anything for sure.”

“but what if they do?” he asked, his voice small. “i don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

you smiled softly, even though he couldn’t see it. “i trust you, and i’m not worried. just be yourself, okay? you don’t have to carry this alone.”

his heart swelled at your words. “you’re too good to me,” he said quietly. “i’ll do better — i promise.”

han ♡

han tried to keep your relationship private, but his naturally playful and forgetful nature meant he occasionally slipped up. one of those moments came when he was recording behind-the-scenes content for a vlog.

as he was showing off his desk setup in the dorm, the camera accidentally panned over a sticky note on the wall that read, “love you, idiot - y/n.” fans immediately paused and zoomed in, and the comment section blew up.

who’s y/n??? han has a girlfriend??? explain yourself to our kids, han jisung!!!

han didn’t notice the uproar until much later, when staff informed him about the growing buzz online. his first reaction was pure panic. “what? how did they see that?!”

he went back to the dorm and immediately called you. “i think i messed up big time,” he admitted, pacing nervously. “your name showed up in the vlog, and people are already talking about it.”

you chuckled softly, though you could tell he was freaking out. “jisung, it’s okay. it’s not like they know anything else.”

“but they’ll start digging,” he groaned. “what if they find out more? i hate the thought of you being dragged into this.”

“hey,” you said gently, “we’ll figure it out. i’m not mad, and i trust you to handle it.”

he sighed, sitting down on his bed. “you’re way too understanding, you know that? i’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again. you deserve better than this kind of stress.”

hearing the guilt in his voice, you reassured him once more. “i’m not worried, jisung. just promise me you’ll stop beating yourself up about it.”

he smiled, feeling a little better. “promise. i’ll be more careful — for you.”

seung ♡ min

seungmin was always composed and cautious, but even he wasn’t immune to the occasional slip-up. he valued your privacy deeply and did his best to ensure your relationship stayed out of the public eye. however, the unthinkable happened during a live broadcast with the group.

the members were joking around when a fan asked who among them was most romantic. changbin teasingly pointed to seungmin, and someone else chimed in, “yeah, seungmin’s probably the type to write love letters.”

seungmin, caught off guard, laughed and muttered, “well, y/n likes —” he froze mid-sentence, realizing what he’d just said. the room fell silent for a beat before the other members burst out laughing to cover for him.

“who’s y/n, seungmin?” hyunjin teased, but seungmin waved it off, cheeks flushed. “no one! i meant, uh, someone i know…” he mumbled, quickly redirecting the conversation.

after the broadcast ended, seungmin rushed to call you. “i slipped up,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “i said your name. people might connect the dots.”

you chuckled, trying to calm him down. “seungmin, it’s okay. it was an honest mistake.”

“but i promised to protect your privacy,” he argued, guilt evident in his tone. “i don’t want this to affect you.”

“seungmin,” you reassured him, “you’re overthinking it. it’s not like they have any proof. let’s not stress over something we can’t change.”

he let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “you’re always so calm about these things. i don’t deserve you.”

“you’re doing your best,” you said softly. “and that’s more than enough for me.”

seungmin smiled, feeling the tension in his chest ease. “i’ll be more careful from now on. you mean too much to me to let this happen again.”

chang ♡ bin

changbin had always been an affectionate boyfriend, often expressing his love through sweet words and gestures. however, his bubbly personality and tendency to speak without thinking occasionally got him into trouble.

the slip happened during a studio vlog. changbin was casually showing off his recording setup when his phone lit up with a notification. the camera caught the preview of your text, which read: “don’t work too hard today, okay? love you 💕”

he didn’t realize it at first, but eagle-eyed fans did. within minutes of the vlog’s release, screenshots flooded social media, sparking speculation about who the message was from.

when changbin finally saw the comments, his heart sank. “oh no,” he muttered, replaying the clip and realizing what had happened.

he immediately called you, his voice a mix of guilt and worry. “i messed up, babe. your message showed up in the vlog, and fans are already talking about it.”

you were silent for a moment before laughing softly. “changbin, it’s okay. these things happen.”

“but i should’ve been more careful,” he argued, pacing his studio. “i don’t want you to deal with any negativity because of me.”

“hey,” you interrupted gently, “i’m not upset, and i’m not worried. if anything, it’s kind of sweet — they saw how much you care about me.”

her words made his chest tighten with affection. “you’re way too understanding,” he said, his voice softening. “but i’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. you don’t deserve to deal with any stress because of me.”

“you’re overthinking it,” you teased. “but if it makes you feel better, i trust you to be careful next time.”

changbin smiled, his heart feeling lighter. “thank you for being so amazing. i’ll make it up to you — i promise.”

notes: hope you guys enjoyed reading this because i enjoyed writing it a little too much xD

[shadesofjinx]

Answering all of these because I have truly nothing to hide!

1. What are 4 tabs you have open on your browser right now?

swim team membership page, one of my own fanfics on ao3, my ao3 bookmarks, my dining hall’s daily menu

2. Have you ever thought about seriously harming someone?

Yes, my abusers:) and also because of intrusive thoughts and those being super horrible bc of certain traumas

3. How are you feeling emotionally right now?

Pretty damn good. I feel lucky, where I’m in college rn is pretty quiet and I feel like I’m in a bubble and privileged enough to not be dealing personally with the backlash of trumps administration here but I do my best to spread info around for those who need it

4. What type of place(like building) are you in right now?

My college dorm room / dorm building

5. Does anyone know your deepest, darkest secret?

Well no, not yet at least. There are some things in the past that are so fucked up we’d just rather go to the grave with it but we may get the courage to tell our therapist these things

6. Have you ever tried to feign mental illness for personal gain?

Thank God no, you heard it here first we haven’t ever done that

7. Do you have any enemies?

Donald trump, my abusers, and the American healthcare system that personally failed me <3

8. Do you have people you only pretend to like?

Absolutely not?? The people who pretend to like others are fake as fuck I’m sorry (not including people who are genuinely unlikable re: terrible people). I’ve been the victim of this several times and it hurts very much so don’t be that kind of person, be genuine in your connections or else you won’t wake up tomorrow:))

9. What is one item you never let anyone look at or in?

The one sex toy I have . Prettyyy self explanatory

10. Do you have any talents people say you have but you don’t actually have?

My dad likes my singing and I never believed I had the potential to be a singer or be in a choir (I thought my singing sounded horrible) but now I am and my choir teacher has been very encouraging I love her!! My singing has already gotten a lot better

11. Something you like that apparently other people don’t like?

Cats. A lot of people I used to know, key word used to were avid cat haters and I was not here for that

12. Are you a virgin?

Somewhat unfortunately. I say that cuz sex would be great but we have sexual trauma so go figure

13. Is there anyone your grandma would hate that you’re subscribed to on YouTube?

Yes, Tommyinnit cuz he swears quite a bit, and DanandPhilGames because both are out queer men who live together and she’s homophobic and conservative

14. Introvert or extrovert?

Bruh I mean I’m autistic so introvert I guess but i prefer to be alone unless I’m with my bestie

15. Most used app on my device?

Chrome because use it to read ao3

16. How much fanfiction have you actually read?

Good question! I don’t know! But I’ve been on that site for 4 years and have let’s see 81 pages of ao3 history

17. Worst Fears?

Deep water, touch (in some instances), dying alone, dying unmarried, heights (I say as if I’m not a rock climber and also want to go bungee jumping but it’s ok I’m an adrenaline junkie so the fear and potential adrenaline cancel out)

18. Biggest mistake you’ve ever made?

Trusting certain people in my past 👍🏻

19. Worst lie you’ve ever told?

When my brother was stalking me online for years and found out that my therapist and I thought I had DID at the time (diff therapist, now diagnosed with DID with specialist) and I lied to his face (that I didn’t have DID) for my own safety

20. Do you consider yourself a trustworthy person?

Pretty much yeah I’m not good with like positive secrets (like a surprise party, I’d just get too excited and want to tell the person yk!!) but if anyone ever tells me deep dark stuff and I’m told to keep it a secret (as long as they’re not in danger/a danger to themselves) then yeah I’ll take that shit to my grave nobody’s gonna know

“I have nothing to hide” Asks

(For those daring enough to reblog)

1. What are 4 tabs that you have open on your browser right now?

2. Have you ever thought about seriously harming someone?

3. How are you feeling emotionally right now?   

4. What type of place(Like building) are you in right now?       

5. Does anyone know your deepest, darkest secret?

6. Have you ever tried to feign mental illness for personal gain?

7. Do you have any enemies?

8. Do you have any people you only pretend to like?

9. What is one item that you never let anyone besides yourself look at or in?

10. Do you have any talents that people say you have but you don’t believe you actually have?

11. Something you like that other people generally do not like?

12. Are you a Virgin?  

13. Is there anyone that your grandma would hate that you are subscribed to on youtube?

14. Introvert or extrovert?

15. What is the most used application on your device?

16. How much fan fiction have you actually read?

17. Worst Fears?

18. Biggest mistake you’ve ever made?

19. Worst lie you’ve ever told?

20. Do you consider yourself a trustworthy person?

[enhani-ki]

HII I LOVE UR FICS!! I had a suggestion.. what about jealous riki whos clingy and whiny all day so reader kinda ignores it thinking his jealousy is childish so he gets mad and takes out his frustration by fucking her? Just a thought! (keep up w the good work <33 I really love reading your fics)

jealousy, jealousy - reader x ni-ki

warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, etc.

you were in bed alone and bored out of your mind.

sighing, you got up and wandered into the living room where you saw your angry boyfriend lying on the couch, silently scrolling through his phone.

it's your damn coworker's fault.

your new coworker had been texting you nonstop for help, ni-ki noticed and when he came to pick you up earlier today, he saw the guy touching your leg to steady you while you were on the ladder, reaching for something and on top of that, he was being clingy to you and you're pushing him off all week. he let it go but he saw you glued to your phone again so he got fed up and finally asked, "who's that?"

"hm? oh, my coworker again. i left early with you so he's just asking where to put things."

ni-ki stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing slow kisses to your shoulder. "can't he ask someone else?"

"well, he's new and i think he's more comfortable asking me. he might be shy, you know?"

"shy, my ass." ni-ki pulled back slightly, clearly annoyed. "why is he only comfortable with you?"

you pulled away completely from his hug. "i don't know, you're asking a weird question."

"no, i'm not." he stepped closer. "does he know you have a boyfriend?"

you furrowed your brows. "no?"

"why?"

"because he didn't ask and why would i randomly say, 'oh, i have a boyfriend'?"

ni-ki chuckled dryly. "tell him he can quit his job if he has to bother you like this."

"what the hell is your problem?"

now, he wouldn't talk to you.

you sat down on the couch beside him, "babe… i'm sorry…" you finally apologized. your boyfriend trusts you, you know he's never pushy and would never ask something weird unless it's genuinely bothering him.

he ignored your apology. just like how you ignored him.

you lay beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

you started kissing his shoulder, his arm, his neck... just small, soft kisses to try to get something out of him.

then your fingers trailed down his arm, over his stomach where he was warm and you can feel his firm muscles under your touch.

you tangled your leg with his. "ni-ki..." you called out but still, nothing.

fine.

you swung your leg over his lap, pressing your chest against his as you kissed down his neck, sucking it lightly but ni-ki still held onto his phone like he wasn't affected.

your body started craving his warmth, not sure if it is because he was refusing to touch you.

"talk to me..." you whined softly, pressing your thigh between his, rubbing against him just enough to make your intentions clear.

and when he didn't respond, you couldn't wait anymore, you removed your shirt slowly while looking at him before leaning in again to give kisses to his body.

and ni-ki bit his lip, he was watching you in his peripheral vision, fighting the urge to shove his face down to your tits.

he wanted to, but... maybe later? because you have to work for his forgiveness.

your mouth trailed down his neck again, along his collarbone, down to his chest. his abs tensed as you kissed a path lower, following the v of his hips.

and even though he's acting like a bitch, his body was betraying him because you could literally see his dick straining against his pants now, so you hurried and unfastened it to free him.

he groaned silently when he felt your cold hand wrapped around his cock. you gave it a slow pump but you took him into your mouth seconds later, moaning at the taste of him.

ni-ki's phone fell from his hands, "oh f-fuck..." he said, gripping in the cushion.

it's like you were making out with his cock.

you were bobbing your head, sucking and deepthroating him while your free hand was cupping his balls, where he was sensitive. you rolled them in your palm, his dick throbbed inside your mouth.

his legs were starting to move, you knew he was about to cum so you stopped. "wha-" ni-ki was about to complain but stopped himself.

his eyes followed your every move, you tossed your panties on his face harshly before laying down beside him. you pressed your back against his chest, lining his cock in your entrance.

and then you started rolling your hips slowly, his long thick cock was stretching your wet walls so you had to pause, "oh god..." you breathed out, bracing your hands on his thighs for support.

ni-ki hissed, trying to hold still and let you take the lead, his hands gripped your hips but it's only held you steady. still not helping to work you open even though it was so hard not to thrust up into your tight hole.

and you kept slipping off his length, you're so used to him pounding and stretching you open so now you're having trouble using him for yourself.

tears started to form in your eyes and a sob got caught in your throat as you rode him desperately to chase your release.

"please," you gasped out, clenching around him because you're already close. "i...i need you to touch me, baby." you moved faster, ni-ki's grip on your hips tightened, his thick shaft was pulsing inside but he still hadn't touched you how you needed him to.

then you pulled away and stood up, ready to walk away as angry tears streamed down your face because you can't cum.

ni-ki stood up too, grabbing your wrist right away and pulled you right back "don't be mad..." he chuckled and kissed you. "i'm supposed to be the angry one, right?"

you rolled your eyes and he knelt down, you were so wet that he had to lick some of it first.

it's okay, he's thirsty anyways.

ni-ki turned you around on your shaky legs, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind your back with one hand while the other slid up to your throat, his fingers were pressing just the right spots at the sides to slow the blood flow, making your head feel light.

and the new position had him hitting deeper. you can feel the tip of his dick hit your cervix, making your mind blank than it already is. usually, ni-ki would talk to you while having sex but right now, he can't think of anything aside from being angry and jealous, even ignoring the fact that you already had multiple orgasms.

his grunts and groans filled the room, along with the obscene sound of skins slapping against the other, and even though his legs were starting to ache, he couldn't stop, he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied... though he had to slow down now when he felt your pussy tightens and getting even more wet... oh, you cummed again... your body started losing balance.

"shit-" he cursed, releasing your wrists and held your body gently. "sorry..." he added, quickly pressing a kiss to you cheek then gently helped you lay on the bed.

he put your trembling legs over his shoulders. you both watched him put his cock back inside, to slide in and out.

it hurts so good, you pulled his hair. ni-ki's cock felt even bigger than usual, giving you more pleasure and pain. "fuck, baby...so tight..."

you could feel your orgasm building building again, tight in your core. "cum..." he demanded hotly against your ear. "soak my dick more."

ni-ki buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hips were already stuttering. and he looked so good, biting his lips and shit.

after you came, ni-ki wiped your tears before bringing his fingers to your lips. "open your mouth, baby."

ni-ki pulled out abruptly and stood to press his cock to your mouth. cursing and moaning your name as he pumped his hot load onto your tongue before collapsing next to you, he could barely feel his legs.

then he let out a breathless chuckle after he saw you. "you look like a mess."

"whose fault is that?"

he smiled and hugged you. "yours..." ni-ki said, then he sat up. "be right back."

you whined, tightening your grip around his arm. "nooo, stay."

he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before gently prying your arms off him. "i gotta clean you up, baby. we're both messy."

hours later, you woke up and stretched your limbs, only to feel a familiar weight beside you. ni-ki was still half-asleep, his arm were resting over your waist, your legs were tangled together with his.

"you okay?" he asked, his voice deep and a little raspy.

"mhmm..."

ni-ki kissed your shoulder. "you sure?"

you grinned sleepily, peeking up at him. "yes, you stopped ignoring me."

"because i was mad earlier." he pinched your side lightly, making you squirm. "and you just kept pushing it, it's so annoying."

you giggled, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "then stop being mad at me over stupid things."

"stupid things? that dude was all over you." he huffed, "touching your leg, texting you all day… if i didn't come pick you up, who knows what you would've let him do."

you rolled your eyes. "what? first of all, i won't let him do anything. second, he was just helping to steady me."

"next time, let the ladder steady you.." he grumbled. "did you tell him?"

you groaned, turning to bury your face into your pillow. "ni-ki, seriously?"

you don't know why he'd ask that, he's literally sleeping with you all this time and you don't even know where you put that stupid phone.

he placed his head on his hand, propping himself up on one elbow, staring down at you with messy hair and sleepy eyes. "did you tell him you have a boyfriend?"

"good morning to me."

ni-ki ignored your sarcasm, nudging your cheek with his nose. "did you?"

you ignored him, hoping he'll let it go if you stayed quiet.

ni-ki groaned, rolling onto his side and throwing a leg over yours to trap you in place. "you didn't, did you?"

"ni-ki..."

"i don't get what's so hard about it."

"it's not hard..." you muttered, already feeling exhausted. "go find my phone."

"it's not there?"

you shook your head.

"okay, do it later."

you facepalmed.

then he dramatically collapsed onto you. "babe, what if he thinks he has a chance? what if he texts you again today? what if he-"

you covered his mouth.

his lips curved into a grin against your palm before he licked it.

you yelped, pulling your hand back as he laughed.

he grinned again before leaning in, his voice turned into a whiny murmur. "just tell him later, okay?"

at this point, you knew he wasn't jealous anymore. he's just doing this to annoy you.

"yes, i'll tell him today."

"promise?"

"yes, promise!"

he squinted his eyes at you. "say it nicely."

you rolled your eyes but just played along, cupping his face. "ni-ki, my wonderful, stubborn boyfriend, i promise i will inform that guy today that i have a boyfriend."

he hummed, satisfied, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"can i go back to sleep now?"

ni-ki pretended to think for a moment before shaking his head. "nope. i'm awake, so you have to be, too."

a/n: hi, this is very late so forgive me T T but i hope you'll like it

read part-timers!ni-ki x reader part i || part ii

read touché - ni-ki x reader part i || part ii

read fuckboy!ni-ki x reader part i || part ii

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read snitch - reader x ni-ki

read tv off - ni-ki x reader

read exes - reader x ni-ki

read he knows - ni-ki x reader x jake

[rafesangelita]

♡ when a double date with rafe leads to him feeling a sense of familiarity + you may have revealed your biggest secret yet..

warnings: mean!rafe. enemies to ???, suggestive language, lots of cussing lol, slight angst, mild sexting, light degradation (reader and rafe just like being snarky towards each other), sexual tension, flirty banter (?), slight arguing

a/n: this is part two of this fic right here! if you’d like to be added to the taglist just comment on this post or leave me an ask <3 i do plan to write three more parts to this!

link: mini series masterlist

wc: 2.9k

[1:19 AM] countryclub: we have the same area code.

you felt cold sheer panic run through your veins at the revelation, your heart beating in your ears as you kept rereading his message. you refused to believe what he said to be true. this couldn’t be happening. sharing the same area code could only mean one thing— both of you resided on the island.

sure, the island was small, but it couldn’t be that small.. right? your mind was reeling, everything that you two had talked about, the pictures that you two shared, over the last few months ran through your mind at lightning speed. tossing your phone to the side, you rested your head in your hands, trying your best to piece something, anything, together. this mystery man didn’t talk like anyone you knew, or so you thought. you chewed on your bottom lip, your chest rising and falling as you realized that you hadn’t even confirmed if you two shared the same area code. for all you know he could just be making up some lame excuse for leaving you high and dry.

yeah, that had to be it.

[1:33 AM] brattydiaries: fuck you. i don’t believe that.

[1:35 AM] brattydiaries: i don’t need you to come up with some elaborate lie in order to spare my feelings. if you weren’t serious about reaching out to me in the first place, then you shouldn’t have asked for my number.

rafe was pacing back and forth in his room, the taste of tequila from his earlier activities still lingering on his tongue. he scoffed once your messages came in, his eyes narrowing at his screen as he scratched the back of his neck. insinuating that he didn’t really want to talk to you was just flat out insane. nowadays, all he could do was imagine the way your voice would sound in his ears while he pounded you in, the thoughts and images of you taking up his headspace.

[1:38 AM] countryclub: are you fucking stupid?? i was very serious about wanting to talk to you, you live in my fucking brain.

[1:39 AM] countryclub: 252. that’s the area code for kildare island.

[1:39 AM] countryclub: and judging by the way you post your nail appointments every two weeks, along with all the sexy lil try-on hauls you did for me, i could confidently say that you’re not a pogue.

your eyes widened in horror. only someone who lived on kildare island would know about the whole ‘kooks vs. pogues’ thing. besides the confirmation with the area code, you knew he wasn’t lying. you stared blankly at the screen, having no idea what to say or even do about this situation. having these kinds of blogs and letting anyone you knew in real life find out about them was social suicide. maybe not so much for rafe, but you? you were a totally different person out here. you had a reputation to uphold, you couldn’t risk the scrutiny you or your parents would face if anyone ever found out.

as mad as you were at the mystery man behind the screen for ghosting you without an explanation, you could understand his sudden disappearance now that you currently felt sick to your stomach at the realization. he was far too close for comfort. based off of his username, you knew you two had to be running in the same social circles, your blood running cold at the thought of this person being someone you might’ve had contact with before. figure eight wasn’t big enough to keep a secret like this, it was only a matter of time before you two would unintentionally reveal yourselves to one another.

[1:50 AM] brattydiaries: this can’t go on any longer. sorry not sorry.

you ignored the small pang of hurt in your chest when you pressed send. apart of you hoped that he wouldn’t let you off so easily. you couldn’t deny the thrilling feeling that sat in your tummy at the prospect of knowing who he is but also being utterly clueless at the same time.

[1:55 AM] countryclub: nah.

[1:55 AM] countryclub: i got you right where i want you now.

there was no way in hell rafe was going to just allow you two to go back to not talking. he did it once, but he wouldn’t be able to do it again. especially now that he knows everything he wants is on his side of the island. just in arm’s reach. obviously, he couldn’t physically stop you from blocking him, but at least he knew that if you responded to him then you two were on the same page.

and sure enough..

[1:59 AM] brattydiaries: whatever.

were you scared shitless? yes. did you believe that this was going to backfire in some way? most definitely; but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this. whatever little sexting arrangement you two had going on, it was the only relatively exciting thing you had going for yourself and you weren’t necessarily ready to let it go.

[2:03 AM] countryclub: so can i call you or what?

you shook your head even though he couldn’t see you.

[2:05 AM] brattydiaries: fuck no. goodnight.

rafe smiled down at his phone before getting ready for bed, both of you finding it nearly impossible to get any kind of sleep. when you woke up the next morning, you were met with at least a dozen messages from chanel.

[8:10 AM] chanel ♡: topper just dropped me off at home..

[8:12 AM] chanel ♡: crazyyyyy night.. but anyways! me and you are going on a double date tonight. idk who topper is bringing but you don’t get to say no because love me, okay!?

[8:12 AM] chanel ♡: LMAO imagine it’s rafe

[8:18 AM] chanel ♡: omg you srsly need to wake up already and come over so you could help me choose an outfit!!

you continued reading through her texts, already dreading tonight’s plans as you decided to go ahead and get the day started so you could get this whole ‘date night’ thing over with. even though chanel jokingly said topper would bring rafe to be your date, you really hoped that wasn’t the case. the last thing you felt like doing was fighting or bickering with him because of your indifferences. after spending the afternoon rummaging through chanel’s closet, she finally settled on a dress that she hasn’t worn out before. “where are we even going?” you asked.

“topper said it’s a surprise so he’s picking both of us up from here.” she smiled, her words making you roll your eyes. you hated not knowing what you were getting yourself into. yet again, here you were, sexting with a stranger who just might not be a stranger after all. by the time topper texted chanel that he was outside, you two were in full glam, ready for whatever tonight may bring you. topper opened the doors for both of you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you two. “we weren’t sure how to dress, sooo..” topper nodded, “yeah, i can see that.”

topper had on a casual outfit, a stark difference to the mini dresses and heels you and chanel currently wore. “now is probably a good time to tell us where we’re going.” you quipped from the backseat. at your cattiness, chanel flashed you a glare. “rafe offered up his boat, so i figured we’d just have a couple drinks, have a good time, ‘you know?” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as chanel happily agreed. this was bullshit. not only did you have to spend the next few hours with rafe on his stupid boat, but you were sure this ‘double date’ was going to turn into a third wheeling act real fast.

fifteen minutes later, and rafe was reaching out to help you onto the druthers, an annoyed look written all over his face as you tossed your purse at him first. “what? i don’t want my bag to fall in the water, okay?!” taking hold of your hand, rafe caught a glimpse of your nails, the french tip design looking oddly familar. you squeezed his palm, stepping onto the deck with a sigh. topper and chanel had already made their way inside the cabin area, both of them laughing as they slid the door shut, leaving you and rafe all by yourselves. it was moments like these that made you wish you could be anywhere else.

rafe scanned your outfit, his eyes lingering on your cleavage before you turned around, annoyed. “i guess it’s a good thing topper didn’t mention i’d be spending majority of my night with you. ‘cause i wouldn’t have came.” you snatched your purse back, your heels clicking against the deck as you sat on one of the cushioned chairs near the lounging area. rafe grabbed his cooler, deciding to entertain your antics since all you two had was time. “mmm, i don’t know about that. apart of me thinks you like arguing with me. i know i do.” you scoffed, a bittersweet smile gracing your lips.

“yeah? i bet. female attention seems to be something you lack.” rafe laughed, taking a seat next to you. “oh, i can guarantee you that’s not the case.” he scooted closer, unscrewing the cap from his beer. yeah, right. you knew all about rafe’s inability to hold onto a relationship, rumors of his emotional unavailability spreading around the island like wildfire. “no? i’m sorry, i just assumed since, you know.. you’re a full time asshole.” rafe put his beer down, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed thickly. “only with you, i am.”

you laughed, finally meeting his gaze. he was a lot closer than you thought, his cologne filling your senses as your eyes flickered down to his lips for a second. “so i’m special then?” you had a faux innocent look in your eyes as you blinked up at him, the sight making his jaw clench. “no,” he smiled, leaning in, “but i can be nice. i can be real nice.” the insinuation made your cheeks heat as his face was just mere inches away from your own. tilting your head, you flashed him a sweet smile before shoving him in the chest.

“that’s never going to happen.” rafe acted like you didn’t have any effect on him, but inside? he was fighting every urge to pick you up and take you back to tanneyhill. he couldn’t help but feel like he knew you more than you let on, your demeanor reminding him of a certain someone. “can i ask why?” he watched as you grabbed his beer, your lipgloss smudging around the rim as you took a swig. “why i don’t like you, or why i won’t let you fuck me?” rafe leaned back in his chair, his thighs spreading as he crossed his arms over his chest.

well you definitely had a way with words..

rafe took the time to get a really good look at you. he had a feeling about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, the familiarity driving him crazy. he was determined to figure you out. “both.” he answered, taking his beer back from you. slipping your heels off, you brought your feet up and got comfortable in your spot next to rafe. “well i only realized i didn’t like you when i found out you had been talking about me first. so, really, i should be asking you why you don’t like me.”

rafe blinked. all this time he thought that you felt the way you did just because. “how come you never asked me then?” you stayed silent for a few moments before shrugging. “everyone has always made their assumptions about me. about my parents, about my life.. but no one really knows me, or what really goes on in my home. i just let people think whatever they want.” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “what do you mean?” at his words, you realized you may have said too much.

putting your defense back up, you backed away from him slightly before you scoffed. “you’re the last person i’d ever confide in, rafe.” the man next to you immediately recognized what you did, having veered away from being vulnerable a countless amount of times himself. rafe couldn’t help but keep digging. “let’s go tit for tat, then. you tell me something, anything you want, and i’ll say something in return. ‘that way it’s an even exchange.” apart of you hated him for making this so easy.

“i’m not doing that with you.” your voice sounded different. it lacked that usual bite and now rafe felt bad for opening his mouth in the first place. before the awkward tension could settle over you two again, you got up with your phone in your hand. “where are you going?” rafe watched as you slid the door open to the cabin area. “inside. i need to make a phone call.” you lied, walking past chanel and topper who were aggressively making out on the couch in the corner.

locking the small bathroom door behind you, you sighed, taking a moment to let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. what even was that out there? unlocking your phone, you sent chanel a text that you wanted to leave even though the chances of her seeing it was extremely slim. you stalled, deciding to freshen up your makeup as you waited for this so-called ‘date’ to end already. you were reapplying your lip gloss when your phone went off, making you mutter a ‘thank god’. instead of the notification being a message back from your best friend who was currently getting her face sucked off, it was from tumblr instead.

[9:14 PM] countryclub: what are you doing right now? i could use someone to talk to rn ngl

you looked up from your screen and stared into your reflection. this message came at just the right time.

[9:15 PM] brattydiaries: that makes two of us. i’m not with the sweet talk rn though, but i could use a distraction right now for sure..

[9:16 PM] countryclub: define ‘sweet talk’ cause i had every intention of asking you for some sexy pics and maybe a phone call if you’re down with that?

you refrained from laughing at his text, his bluntness throwing you for a loop. you couldn’t deny the giddy feeling you had in your tummy when you thought about hearing his voice. biting your lip nervously, you pulled the neckline of your dress down, exposing the lace of your bra before snapping a few pictures.

[9:19 PM] brattydiaries: 3 attachments

[9:20 PM] brattydiaries: here’s the first half of your request. make me wet and just maybe i’ll accept the call..

rafe was outside on the deck looking over his shoulder every two seconds to make sure you weren’t coming back in time to see the explicit photos currently illuminating his screen. he cursed under his breath, his eyes raking over the soft swells of your breasts. you were so fucking perfect, he couldn’t believe you were so close yet so far.

[9:22 PM] countryclub: fuckk you’re unreal.

[9:22 PM] countryclub: i hate that i’m wrapped up with something right now, otherwise i’d be sending you paragraphs about how pretty your tits look for me.

you sighed in defeat, making a mental note to send him a text once you were finally in the comfort of your own bed. with you still in the bathroom, rafe took his time examining the photos, his eyes widening slightly as he zoomed in on the dainty diamond pendant of your necklace, the background looking like something he has seen before.

[9:25 PM] brattydiaries: aww, too bad.

just then, chanel knocked on the bathroom door, her hair looking slightly out of place once you opened it. “i just saw your text. you ready to go?” you nodded, adjusting your dress before stepping out. “sorry to cock block you, i just had a really weird moment with rafe.” you explained, tossing your phone back in your purse. chanel waved you off before interlocking her arm with yours. “don’t even worry about it, we’re going back to his place, anyways.” she reassured you.

topper was already outside on the deck once you two made your way out of the cabin. glancing at rafe, you quickly looked away once you saw that he was already staring at you. “well, thanks for letting us use the druthers.” chanel smiled, in which rafe just shook his head. “ah, don’t even worry about it,” he held your stare, “..i had a good time.” blinking away from him, rafe’s eyes caught onto your cleavage once again, except this time; a sparkle from right above your neckline took him out of his reverie.

that necklace..

before he could piece anything together, you were moving with chanel, not sparing rafe another look as you were getting back onto the dock. the car ride back to your place was deadly silent. all except for the music topper had playing in the background. by the time you had gotten home and showered, you felt your world come to a stand still when your phone started ringing, an unsaved number with kildare island’s area code showing up at the top.

accepting the call, you held up the receiver to your ear with a shaky hand before speaking.

“hello?”

“..you sound pretty.”

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No one understood why you chose Ryomen Sukuna as your boyfriend out of everyone you could have chosen instead. Not even your family, friends, or coworkers knew why.

You are the kind of girl who loved having ribbons in her hair and made sure it matched with the color of your outfit. The kind of girl who watched and read about soft and romantic lovestories that could only exist in books and movies. The kind of girl who wouldn't have fallen for the notorious Ryomen Sukuna!

"Do you think he blackmailed her to be his girlfriend?"

"Do you think he paid her?"

"He probably threatened her,"

No, no, and no! Sukuna never did any of that!

"I just fell for him, that's it," you always answered whenever someone asked. And still, no one understood it. Not until they saw the way Sukuna treated you.

You had a bad habit of biting your nails, sometimes you never knew you were actually biting your nails until someone pointed it out.

One time you decided to visit your parents with Sukuna just because they were staying at your grandparents house while they were in the city.

You sat with your parents in the living room watching whatever was on the TV and that's when Sukuna noticed something from the corner of his eye. You were slowly bringing up your fingers to your mouth, ready to bite.

Instead of loudly pointing it out and embarrass you, he immediately took your hand in his to prevent you from biting them. The action was small and barely noticeable but your parents noticed.

You were known to always ribbons in your hair no matter the occasion and you made sure the color and theme of your bow matched your outfit.

While out with your friends, your boyfriend and theirs followed closely behind while you girls roamed around the mall choosing what to buy.

"Kuna, look!" You showed Sukuna a beautiful red silk dress that had a slit that would sit at your right thigh. Your friends watched as Sukuna nodded and grabbed the dress from your hand and placed it inside your basket without any comment.

When it was time to check out, a matching red ribbon was inside your basket that you never picked up or placed inside it. Your eyes widen and showed Sukuna, "did you get that?" You asked even if you already knew the answer. Sukuna clicked his tongue while giving the cashier his credit card. "'Course I did, who else would've put it there if you didn't?" He responded.

You only smiled sweetly before placing a kiss in his cheek. Of course you both had eyes watching you closely, despite the Sukuna's sassy reply his actions was sweet and small, but your friends noticed.

You loved the raining, but you get sick so easily so Sukuna hated (not really) having to take care of you while you were sick after you disobeyed his orders of not playing in the rain. It was raining when Sukuna picked you up at your office's exit.

He had you raincoat under his arm and he helped you get it on you. "Kuna," you started but before you can utter the words Sukuna already knew what you'll be asking.

"No," he cut you off, pulling the strings of your raincoat to fully cover you. "But Kuna—" you reasoned but Sukuna was not having it. "You'll get whiny and teary eyed when you get sick and I'll have to deal with all of it," Sukuna says buttoning up the last button on your raincoat. "Please," you begged, you pulled off your best puppy eyes and Sukuna tried to resist but the longer you stared at him the shorter his resistance held on.

Sukuna could only sigh and watch you smile widely while taking the hood of your raincoat and ran. Sukuna sighs loudly and trailed behind you. The next day, Sukuna called your office to tell them you were sick from what? Playing in the rain.

The whole day Sukuna took care of you, clearly the opposite of what he said to you a day prior. After getting better, you walked back to work all well and energised.

"I'm okay now. My boyfriend took great care of me," you told everyone who asked how you were doing. Your coworkers noticed that you were much more cheerful than before. You think your coworkers wouldn't notice, but they did.

Again, no one really understood why you love Ryomen Sukuna so much. But you did. The subtly actions, the concern and care under the sassy tone, and of course the actions hidden behind closed doors.

Others just really need to look closely to see why you love Ryomen Sukuna so much.

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[ID 1: A room with a table, couches, and chairs. In the background is a kitchen with a refrigerator, counters, and washing machine. End ID.]

[Alt text: my new home before war [broken heart emoji] [pleading face emoji] End alt text.]

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[Alt text: after the war [3 broken heart emojis] End alt text.]

My home was destroyed and my husband lost his work as a driver. He had a water truck and used it to spread water to people in need, but it was destroyed alongside my home. I have evacuated many times. The first evacuation was at Deir el balah and I stayed there for more than 4 months. And now I've evacuated again to Anusirat camp and I don't know where could be the next evacuation.

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I need your support to help me and to save my son (Adam) from this violence. I need to have a safe life with my small family. Due to the high prices of traveling here from the only border I do this link to help me and my husband evacuate from Gaza Strip forever to seek our future.

I truly appreciate you taking the time to read this. If you can’t donate, even sharing this post could help us reach someone who can. Every reblog is a reminder that we’re not alone, and your kindness—big or small—means everything. [red heart emoji]

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Hello, I'm here to talk about Shada and her family. Shada is a 24-year-old, and she's a recently graduated nurse, and she has a baby son named Adam, and a husband, and they are people living in the G Strip. And they need to raise $30,000 to be able to evacuate to Egypt, as well as to sustain themselves until she can find work in Egypt. Her husband drove a water truck that he used to distribute water to the people in need, but that was also destroyed when their house was destroyed, and so they really are left with nothing. Right now they're living in tents, and they're just trying to survive and keep their son safe. So, since this is a brand new fundraiser, there hasn't been any donations yet, and I really hope that we can get the word out there, and possibly get some momentum, and some donations to get them kickstarted. If you could donate anything, please, um, see my Instagram in the description. There is a Linktree on my Instagram where you could find her GFM. And, um, other than that, please follow, share this, just try to follow along, um, I will be tagging her, um, sibling in the description as well. So, they are another family in G strip that could use our help, but um, all the info will be linked, and please share, like, comment, do anything you can to boost their voices. They could really use help and, we are all they have right now, so-

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Where should I go next ?🥺💔💔

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My home was destroyed and my husband lost his work as a driver. He had a water truck and used it to spread water to people in need, but it was destroyed alongside my home. I have evacuated many times. The first evacuation was at Deir el balah and I stayed there for more than 4 months. And now I've evacuated again to Anusirat camp and I don't know where could be the next evacuation.

I need your support to help me and to save my son (Adam) from this violence. I need to have a safe life with my small family. Due to the high prices of traveling here from the only border I do this link to help me and my husband evacuate from Gaza Strip forever to seek our future.

I truly appreciate you taking the time to read this. If you can’t donate, even sharing this post could help us reach someone who can. Every reblog is a reminder that we’re not alone, and your kindness—big or small—means everything. ❤️

You can donate here

or via my sister's PayPal

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ahem: ♡♥︎Chaotic and horny Sevika headcanons♥︎♡

Y’all just need to read this

♥︎ If you ever tell Sevika you’re hungry, she’ll smirk and say, “I got something you can eat,” and then refuse to elaborate.

♥︎ She calls herself a “service top” but only in the most obnoxious way possible—usually while lighting a cigar and flexing her arm.

♥︎ One time, a guy bumped into her and said, “Watch where you’re going,” and she just went, “Watch where you’re standing, dumbass,” before knocking him out.

♥︎ If someone asks what her type is, she’ll take a slow drag from her cigar and say, “Women who make bad decisions.”

♥︎ She has definitely looked a woman up and down and said, “Damn. You look like you ruin lives. What you doing tonight?”

♥︎ If you tell her you have plans, she’ll shrug and say, “Cancel them. I’m your plan now.”

♥︎ One time, someone asked her what her biggest red flag is, and she just laughed and said, “You’re talking to it.”

♥︎ If you ever tell her you’re mad at her, she’ll just say, “Nah, you’re not,” and then kiss you until you forget why you were mad.

♥︎ If you try to make her jealous, she’ll just say, “Go ahead, baby, but remember—nobody’s gonna fuck you like I do.”

♥︎ One time, she lost a bet and had to wear a pink shirt that said “Heartbreaker” in sparkly letters. She wore it with zero shame.

♥︎ If someone asks why she’s so cocky, she’ll just say, “Wouldn’t you be, if you were me?”

♥︎ If she sees you blushing, she’ll smirk and say, “Yeah, I know. I got that effect.”

♥︎ The first time you try to be cute and say, “I hate you,” she’ll grin and say, “Lick my clit about it.”

♥︎ If you ever sass her, she’ll just raise an eyebrow and go, “Careful, sweetheart. That mouth of yours is only good for one thing.”

♥︎ If you ever roll your eyes at her, she’ll grab your jaw, tilt your face up, and say, “Yeah, keep looking at me like that, sweetheart. Let’s see where it gets you.”

♥︎ One time, some guy tried to insult her by saying, “You think you’re hot shit, huh?” and she just leaned in and said, “Nah, but your girl moans like I am.”

♥︎ If you ever tell her you’re tired, she’ll smirk and say, “Yeah? Try being me. I gotta carry this dick around all day.”

♥︎ When she’s in a mood, she’ll grab your waist, pull you close, and whisper, “You wanna make yourself useful, or you just gonna stand there lookin’ pretty?”

♥︎ If you ever try to tease her by saying, “You’re obsessed with me,” she’ll pin you against the nearest surface and say, “Yeah? Then do something about it.”

♥︎ She once knocked a guy out in a bar fight and, while he was unconscious on the floor, she leaned down and whispered, “Tell your mom I said hi.”

♥︎ If you ever tell her to behave, she’ll just grin and say, “Baby, the only time I behave is when I’m making you beg.”

♥︎ One time, she walked into a room, saw you stretching, and muttered, “Damn. Look at you. Flexible and fuckable.”

♥︎ If you ever try to sass her in public, she’ll just lean down and say, “You got a real smart mouth. Bet I could make it dumber.”

♥︎ She refers to her chemtech arm as “The Punisher” when she’s in a nasty mood. If you ask why, she’ll just smirk and say, “Guess you’ll find out later.”

♥︎ If she ever catches you staring at her arms, she’ll flex on purpose and say, “Yeah, yeah. I know. You wanna get tossed around. Say please.”

♥︎ If you ever tell her “I hate you,” she’ll just shrug and say, “Yeah? You moan my name real pretty for someone who hates me.”

♥︎ If she ever overhears someone talking about their relationship problems, she’ll shake her head and mutter, “See, that’s why I just fuck ‘em stupid. No complaints after that.”

♥︎ The first time you call her daddy as a joke, she’ll give you a look so dark and heated that you’ll regret it—until she growls, “Say it again.”

[yailtsv]

Reader/Paige where Paige is a Secret admirer and leaves notes and little gifts to the reader(like from the 1st to the 14th) eventually leading up to a Valentines Day Date where Paige is waiting all nervous hoping the reader shows and they both can admit feelings towards each other. Very fluffy

Secret Admirer - p.b

💌 Syn: you have a secret admirer that just so happens to be your best friend

»»— warnings: none i don’t think

»»— notes: i’m really proud of this one 🙃 i’ve also never watched the notebook i just know it’s considered a romance movie so i went with it 🤷‍♀️

»»— word count: 2.7k

»»— pair: Paige x Gf!reader

the last 13 days have been weird for you as one could say. it started with a bouquet of roses outside your dorm room with a note that just said "from: your secret admirer" and that was on the first of february.

the 2nd day was a gaint stuffed bear  outside your dorm room - like the gaint ones you would get at costco but not exactly those bears as this one is a stuffed panda bear. there was no note for this one.

the third day was a assortment of valentines balloons and a box of iced cookies and chocolate dipped strawberries with a note that said "to the most beautiful girl - your secret admirer"

the next 10 days got even freakier. you got multiple different jewelry options on different days, you got your favorite things in a basket one day, you got a build a bear one day with it already named and everything, you got at least 3 more bouquets all different colors and all different flowers, and on the 13th you received a box full of letters - like actually hand written love letters

you were going absolutely crazy. you couldn't figure out who it was but you knew it had to of been someone you were close to because they knew all of your preferences and likes/dislikes or i guess maybe you we're getting stalked right now

you're picky with your jewelry and they knew that somehow. all of the jewelry was picked and created the way you like all of your jewelry to be. not to mention you literally received a basket full of your favorite snacks,foods, smell good things, and clothing brands.

since the first day of february you have been going around asking all of your friends if it was them with all of them looking at you confused and saying no. someone had to of been lying, there was absolutely no way not one of them knew what was going on.

the letters you received on the 13th were your 13th reason - this was probably your biggest crash out

you were honestly starting to believe all your friends - that they had no idea what was going on, and you we're starting to panic

what if i have a stalker?

what if i am being watched right now?

do i need to call the cops?

those were only some of the thoughts running around in your head. your friends weren't helping either, they were only calling you dramatic and to live a little.

"you're getting expensive jewelry and gifts for free, just take it" one of your friends had told you after you told her you we're starting to get concerned

that did not ease any of your concerns. after you got back to the dorms from class you decided to study the letters and see what you could find out about your "secret admirer" - which was absolutely nothing other than they're down right in love with you.

while reading one of the letters there was a knock at your door making you look up towards that door and eventually stand up to open said door - only to see nobody there...like at all

you were about to close the door when a box on the ground caught your attention, making your breath hitch but slowly and hesitantly grab the box anyway and make your way back into the safety of your dorm - behind the closed and locked door obviously

when opening the box you come face to face with a beautiful white dress with puffy see-through sleeves, a pair of white red bottom high heels, and a note

come to the park tomorrow night @ 6:30 and wear this.

don't be scared, you know me.

- your secret admirer

you don't know wether to be relieved or more terrified. "don't be scared, you know me" could mean that you do actually know this person and they are your friend or it could mean that someone's been watching you enough to know that you're starting to get creeped out and want to make sure that you show up to the park.

you pull out the dress and the heels setting them on your desk when you see another note in the box

you once accidentally in high school spilt your drink all over your math teachers white pants and he gave you detention for a week.

-your secret admirer that's not a creepy stalker

you laughed at the signed name before remembering the other part of the note - there are only a few people that know that secret as you were really embarrassed about the whole situation, and those people are your immediate family ....and paige your best friend since high school

wait is paige my secret admirer? no she can't be. but she's the only other person that knows that. but there is absolutely no way paige is my secret admirer right?

you didn't sleep much that night. you were going back and forth with your brain wether paige was your secret admirer or not but your decided you were gonna go to the park that night

you couldn't keep questioning everything without getting answers and now? the answers are gonna be directly handed to you tonight, - obviously with your location on and sent to your mom and 9-1-1 on speed dial

it's finally time to leave. for the last few hours you've paced, showered, did your hair and makeup, paced some more, got dressed, paced, added jewelry and other accessories, talked your self out of going, talked your self back into going and left the house before you could change your mind again

you took your time in walking to the park, as one you were obviously wearing heels right now, and two your anxiety is skyrocketing right now

you spent the walk to the park thinking of everything. all the gifts, all the words in the letters, the note with your secret, your friends reactions, all of it, trying to figure out if maybe your secret admirer was paige.

it would make sense as she knows you better than anyone. she knows how you prefer your jewelry - which not a lot of people do, she knows ALL of your favorite foods and snacks, she knows all your favorite brands - not just your favorite type of clothes, the actual clothing brand, she knows how much you love stuffed animals, and how much you appreciate hand written letters

she knows everything about you, so her being your secret admirer would be a reasonable thought.

but you still can't wrap your head around that thought. you've been in love with paige since sophomore year of high school, you've just never said anything because you were scared of ruining the friendship + you didn't think she liked you back. you've been dating trashy men this whole time to hide your feelings for paige, but know it might not have been necessary?

you've snuck glances at her while she wasn't looking for years.

you've been her own personal cheerleader for years.

you've watched her in awe for years.

you've worn her jersey to games as a way to support her for years - but really you were also doing it for you, wearing her jersey or clothes in general felt safe to you, unlike wearing your then boyfriends clothes. they gave you a sense of comfort that you were scared to ask of her. you could be having a bad day and put on one of her hoodies and it feels like a soft bear hug from her - without actually getting the hug. the clothes are always a little oversized on you and no matter if she wore it last week or a month ago, it still has the faint smell of her. you could ask to borrow her clothes but you were scared to ask for a hug or comfort from her in general.

you've been her number 1 fan for  everything she does for years. she does no wrong in your eyes. if she's the reason the ball didn't go in during a game your not gonna admit that. your gonna say it was the other girls fault even if you and her both know that's not true, because that's your way of comforting her. she knows your never gonna blame her for stuff including the small meaningless things like wether she's the reason the ball went in or not.

so after years of yearning for her love, her comfort, her attention,  having her be your secret admirer feels like a dream you need to wake up from.

walking into the park you see an area lit up with fairy lights and candles nearby and start heading towards that

when you get closer you see a giant pink and white blanket on the ground with a picnic basket in the middle. wine glasses and wine on a small tray, a big wooden basket filled with what appears to be gifts, and a car parked just a few steps away with the trunk door open with fairy lights and a heart banner hanging from the door. the backseats were down and multiple blankets covering the seats with a few pillows

there also seemed to be a pile of clothes folded on top on the blanket made bed. "hey" you hear from the left making you turn your head to see paige walking out from behind a large tree with a bouquet of pink and purple flowers

"hey" you say back in a kinda relived tone "i know you probably have some questions so i'm just gonna start talking, first these are for you" she says nervously before walking closer to you and handing the flowers over to you, with you taking them "they're beautiful, thank you" you say after sniffing the flowers

"of course. um ok so i'm just gonna be straight up and say it. i love you. i'm in love with you. i have been ever since high school i was just scared to say it. i feel like now that we are both adults we're running out of time with our time together and i don't want that. i mean i'm entering the draft this year and am moving to texas, your going wherever your career takes you. we are both growing up and going down somewhat different paths. which is why i can't be scared to admit my feelings anymore. i'm definitely scared of you rejecting me but i can't be high school me anymore. that's not gonna get me anywhere other than losing you. i might still lose you after this but at least i won't be living in question wether you like me back or not."

"paig-" you try to say but get cut off "i'm not done. for years i've watched you get played,hurt, cheated on, mistreated, by guys that have no idea how much of an amazing person you are. they didn't know that they were losing a person that would drop everything for them, they didn't know that they were losing someone that would do anything for them, and every time you came to my room crying about the pain they caused you, i just wanted to wrap you in my arms and protect you from the world. show you how your supposed to be treated, buy you the flowers that they didn't think you deserved, buy you the gifts that they didn't want to spend their money on, give you all the attention,love, comfort, that they refused to give you. i don't want to watch you go through that again, i want to be to the one to buy you flowers, to buy you expensive things, to show you love because what they were showing you definitely wasn't love. i want to wake up beside you and be able to kiss you whenever and tell you i love you everyday-"

you set down the bouquet and run over to paige, immediately bringing her lips to yours in a rough passionate kiss

you pulled away for air first with paige chasing your lips before you put your hand on her chest "i love you so much. i've been in love with you since sophomore year of high school"

paige giggles at that confession "if only we communicated in high school right?" she says with an amused tone before pulling you back into her but this time the kiss was soft and gentle, saying the remaining words paige didn't get to say.

after the love confessions you and paige ate the food she packed and talked for awhile before paige saw you starting to shiver

"cmon" she says standing up and holding her hands out for you "what? where we going?" you asked while she pulled you up

she didn't answer and instead just pulled you to the car and handed you one of the stacks of clothes and grabbed a blanket holding it up

"get dressed in those, i'm gonna hold the blanket up and look away" you don't question her and do as she says, getting dressed in the way to long sweatpants and oversized hoodie that still smells like paige

"alright i'm done" you say making paige put down the blanket "get in the trunk and get comfy, im gonna go pick up our stuff" she says setting the blanket down "i can help?" you say watching her as she turned back around from walking towards the picnic area "nope, get comfy in the trunk, i'll be back." paige says before walking away

you just shake your head with an amused smile on your face but listen to her anyway and get in the trunk and under one of the blankets. you can see her grabbing all the stuff and then eventually made her way back to the car - putting all the stuff in the drivers seat before moving back to the trunk area, taking off the lights and heart banner on the outside of the car as there was some lights she hooked up around the inside of the car too - so you guys still had light

she then gets in the trunk herself, shutting the trunk door and handing you her ipad "find a movie or something for us to watch" you take the ipad from her and put the password in going to netflix

from the corner of your eye you can see her take off her open button up shirt and crop top leaving her in her bra before she puts on a team usa hoodie then also changing from her jeans to a matching pair of sweatpants

you look back towards the ipad before she sees you were definitely checking her out - deciding on the notebook

she takes her outfit she just took off and shoes putting them in the passenger seat before grabbing your dress and heels and doing the same

"did the heels fit good?" she asks while also going under the blanket and getting comfortable "yeah, but if you're gonna buy me stuff i'm putting you on a budget. today, plus the outfit, plus all the gifts leading up to today must've cost you a fortune." you say as she went onto her side, and grabbed the ipad putting it on the side of the car door in front of you

"how about i worry what i spend my money on and you enjoy being spoiled? cause i ain't gonna stop spoiling you." she says while wrapping her arm around your waist and turning you so your also on your side - with your back to her chest

you just shake your head amused before she reaches over and starts the movie. during the intro you and her both moved a little bit to get more comfortable before cuddling into each other more

halfway during the movie you could basically feel paige's nerves - for what reason? you have no idea so you just reach up and hold her hand that's above your head - as her arm is acting as a pillow right now

paige leans her head closer to your ear "will you be my girlfriend?" you turn your head before turning your whole body to face her and look into her eyes

you lean up and gently cradle her face in your hands and bringing her face to yours and giving her another passionate kiss

"yes i'll be your girlfriend"

🏷️ @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @authentic-girl03 @ldapper

[mylovesstuffs]

Could you write where a member of seventeen has a s/o that's like very out of their league like him being an idol and his s/o being like a medical student soon to be a doctor or something very different from each other and what would the members say when they found out lol a lot of teasins hehehe please any member would do!! I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH AGHHHHHH

"You’re Dating a What?!" | Hoshi x Medical Student!Reader ft. SEVENTEEN’s relentless teasing

A/N: AHHH THANK YOU!! I love this concept—it’s so perfect for teasing and chaos! I’ll go with Hoshi because I think he's so perfect for the scenario and I love his reaction lol and the members would absolutely clown him for dating someone so seriou. Also, note that, he's very smart too, alright? Let’s not forget how incredibly smart Hoshi is, especially when you look at how he plays Mafia. Have you seen him in action? His chaotic genius is honestly impressive.

Word count: 432 words

Hoshi had every right to keep you (except Dino) and your profession a secret for months. Not because he was ashamed—God, no, but because he knew exactly how his members would react. And he was right.

The moment they found out that their goofy, tiger-obsessed, choreographer leader was dating a soon-to-be doctor, all hell broke loose.

It happened during a normal group dinner just like every other day. Hoshi had stepped away to take a call and his phone lit up on the table with a notification from you.

“Just finished a 12-hour shift at the hospital. Dead tired. Miss you :(”

The room went silent.

Jun, sitting closest, immediately grabbed Hoshi’s phone, “Hospital?” he read out loud. “Wait, wait—guys, who is Y/N?”

“It’s his girlfriend,” Dino answered absentmindedly, stuffing his face with food. Then he froze. “Wait. Why is she at a hospital?”

Everyone turned to look at each other before Seungkwan gasped, “No way.”

Hoshi walked back in at that moment, completely unaware of the chaos about to unfold. “Hey, what’d I miss?” he asked, sitting down.

Jeonghan leaned forward, a wicked grin spreading across his angelic face. “Oh, nothing, doctor’s boyfriend.”

Hoshi choked on his water that he was about to gulp. “Wha—” silence. “How do you know?!”

Vernon waved his phone. “You left it unlocked. Rookie mistake, professor’s pet.” Cue every single member losing their minds.

Special scene lol.

The Roasting Session Begins

Mingyu: “You—YOU—bagged a future doctor? What did you do, trip in front of her and pretend to be unconscious?”

Dokyeom: “Wait, wait, so while we struggle to read our own contracts, your girlfriend is out here diagnosing diseases??”

Seungkwan: mockingly “Oh no, Dokyeom’s knee hurts from practice. Let me call my girlfriend.”

Woozi: “How did you even meet her? Was she studying in a library and you accidentally walked into the wrong building?”

Minghao: “Imagine working years to become a doctor only to date a guy who yells ‘I’M TIGER!’ for a living.”

Hoshi sat there, absolutely suffering, his face in his hands, “I hate all of you.”

Jeonghan threw an arm around him. “Nah, we’re proud of you, man. Who knew our little performance leader would be dating someone who actually contributes to society?”

Hoshi groaned, knowing the teasing would never end. But as his phone vibrated with another text from you—

“Heading home now. Call me when you’re free, love. <3”

—he just literally just grinned. Let them tease all they want. He was dating the coolest person in the world. And that was a flex.

The end.

Okay, but imagine Hoshi actually dating a doctor—it’d chaotic and adorable. He’d text you with things like “I sneezed, am I dying?” or “I accidentally ate expired ramen, will I survive?” I loved writing this, and if you want a different member, please let me know!! Thank you again for the request—you’re the best!!

[abbyslvrrr]

Ultraviolence dark!abby Anderson x fem!reader

So I had this fics in the works before I posted this little Drabble thing, I just wasn’t sure if people wanted it! I really hope that this is good, I honestly haven’t written much dark stuff so I’m sorry if this is actually asscheeks. Anyway hope you enjoy!! Love u angels 🤍

Cw: dark!abby she’s abusive and toxic. Reader is kidnapped and held in a basement. Abuse. I guess reader lowkey being starved. Literally basic human necessities taken away from her. Abby is manipulative.

Songs to listen to if you want: ultraviolence by Lana

𝜗𝜚 Abby, who kidnaps you and holds you captive in her home on the outskirts of the city where no one really comes.

𝜗𝜚 The first couple of weeks you fight, you scream, you do everything to get away from her. She entertains it, but why the 4th week does she get fucking irritated

𝜗𝜚 After a failed escape attempt, she throws you down the dark basement and locks you there for however long it takes to break you and to make you depend on her fully.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU BITCH!” Your throat is practically raw at this point from all the screaming. There was a small dirty mattress, pillow, and blanket there, a bucket, and a small window that had iron bars on it so you couldn’t escape through there. She would come back for you, right?

You were wrong, the only time she would come down was to give you food, and the food wasn’t much. Just a sandwich and water for the whole day, it’s safe to say she was depriving you of basic human necessities. You tried to stay strong the first week, talking to yourself, sleeping most of the time, anything to keep you grounded, but after that week when Abby still didn’t come to get you is when you start to freak out. You so desperately wished someone would talk to you or touch you.

God, Abby’s touches you missed, whether it had been because she was beating you black and blue or helping you change clothes, you just missed them lots. You needed her, you needed her praise, her degradation, you needed her to validate you as a person.

The second week in is where you break, You get scared, very scared. You scream for Abby, not stopping, but she does not come get you, little do you know, she’s behind the door listening to your screams and cries and relishing in the fact that you are breaking down bit by bit.

By the third week, all you can do is curl up in a ball and hope that Abby will take mercy on you and come back.

——————————

After a while, the basement door opens and Abby walks in, your eyes open. You don’t know whether to believe what you’re seeing, you feel a hand on your cheek brushing away a tear you didn’t know you let out.

She’s really here

“A-Abby?…” You call out to her weakly, more tears spill out. She doesn’t say anything but picks you up and takes you to the living room, where she sits on the couch with you in her lap. She wraps a fuzzy blanket around you.

All you can do is bury your face in the crook of her neck and cry, she rubs your back in a comforting manner.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, angel?” She questions as she lifts your head up to look at her. Nodding your head ‘yes’ puts a smile on Abby’s face, she knows she’s broken you, and she couldn’t be happier.

“None of that escaping stuff anymore, okay? You’re here to stay with me, angel. If you’re a good girl, everything will be fine, and you’ll get rewarded. If you disobey me again, I’ll punish you ten times worse, got it?” Her face is serious and scary, which makes you let out a small whimper. You don’t have a choice in the matter anymore, it’s better to just be good and obey, right?

By now you’ve also forgotten the fact that you were kidnapped by Abby and that your face is all over the news. Your family is distraught that you’re gone, but hey, Abby thinks the missing person poster would look so cute framed in her office!

“Mhm, I get it, Abby. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Sorry this fic is actual ass it’s so BORING

𝜗𝜚 Tags! @livvietalks @rhyrhy @cstbdf @kaykeryyy @h2pinky @dollaches @killerbait @frillydolle @ch-4-eri

[multiversediaries]

at last

bucky barnes x reader

summary: after months apart, bucky finally came home.

warnings: soft!!!!!! soft buck!

masterlist

“y/n? i’m back." you heard someone say loudly. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. you lived alone, well, sometimes. you were james barnes' wife. you had met him a long time ago, you were always there for him, and he was deadly in love with you. he cared so deeply about you. if something were to happen to you, he'd lose his mind. which is why he decided to hide your marriage, to keep you out of danger's way. you walked towards your front door, wondering who it was. your eyes light up as you saw your husband standing in front of you.

"hey, doll." bucky said smiling, genuinely smiling, as he took you into his strong arms. behind him, were the avengers, all of them. they were currently in a mission, that was supposed to take a while, which was the reason you were so surprised to see your husband back at your shared house.

"what's happening?" you heard tony say, confused at the sight of you two. you giggled a bit, pulling away from your hug. bucky smiled at you, taking in how gorgeous you looked. he wrapped his hand around your waist.

"i'm sorry i didn't let you know in advance, but we needed a place where we couldn't be tracked." bucky said, his voice as soft as always. you noticed the confused faces whilst your husband spoke to you as he has always done, soft and incredibly sweetly. you nodded, softly humming in response, a big smile planted on your lips, understanding him.

"alright, robocop, spill. where are we and who's the lovely woman?" tony asked, making your cheeks flush softly. you heard bucky sigh. you rubbed his back gently.

"she's bucky's wife, tony." steve said, gaining your attention. you smiled at him, he chuckled at you. "it's nice to see you again, y/n." he said, leaning over to hug you. you instantly hugged him back, squeezing him gently. steve was present at your wedding. you couldn't help but smile at tony's reaction. everyone always reacted the same way about your marriage to james. it sometimes made your heart ache. because how could so many people think that he's unloveable?

"wife?" natasha spoke in surprise, as you looked at her. you knew nat. you were a widow. you escaped a few years after she did. you gave her a hug as well, glad to see she was doing well. "you didn't tell me you got married. i must admit, my feelings are hurt." she sad, pouting, you laughed.

"it was my idea. i just- i didn't want her in any danger." bucky said, as you looked back up at your husband. you smiled at him, his hand tracing circles on your skin. natasha nodded.

"well, come inside." you said softly, walking into your living room, everyone following behind you. they all took seats around your couch. you walked up to your bathroom, grabbing your first aid kit, as you saw some of them were injured.

"everything alright?" you said gently, as you sat across from tony, who had a few cuts on his face. bucky stood by the door frame, as he watched you.

"it just got complicated." steve said, sighing. you nodded, not wanting to intrude. you began cleaning tony's wounds, earning a few hisses from him. you tried to be as gentle as possible.

"i'm sorry, i just don't get it." tony said, breaking the silence, looking at you. you tilted your head in confusion, as you applied a band aid on his small cut. "how can someone like you be married to him?" he asked cockily. you laughed a bit at his words. you knew tony and bucky were not in a good place, after all, the winter soldier was responsible for his parents' deaths. but that wasn't bucky's fault.

"because you only know the winter soldier, but i know james barnes." you simply said, moving onto clint's injuries. bucky couldn't help but smile at your words. that was something he loved about you, how unashamed you were to love him. even after everything he had done, you wouldn't leave his side. he felt so undeserving of you.

after cleaning all of their wounds, you prepared some food for them. you wanted to help as much as you could, and it just felt so nice to have people around. you didn't have many friends apart from bucky, steve and natasha. you smiled as you watched the avengers dine, talking over their mission as you cleaned the dishes. you felt someone's hand wrap around you. you smiled, almost instantly.

"i missed you, darling." bucky said, planting a sweet kiss to your neck. you smiled widely, turning around to face him. you wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging his body close to yours.

"i missed you even more, barnes. have you been doing alright?" you asked softly, your hands now laying in his cheeks, caressing his gorgeous features. you had spent so much time apart from him. almost three months apart. you felt empty without your other half. he nodded, kissing your forehead.

"i'm okay. i just want to be here with you." he said softly. your hands ran to now caress his back, as you looked up at bucky.

"i know, baby. but they need you. and honestly, you need them too." you said, leaning up to kiss his jaw. he nodded, before planting a sweet peck to your lips. he walked back towards your dining table, and continued the conversation about their mission.

it was very late at night already. all of the guys were resting. you had a lot of empty rooms, so you were able to offer a room to every single one of them. you wanted them to be comfortable, after everything they had gone through lately. you yawned softly as you waited for bucky on your shared bed. he walked out of the bathroom, drying his wet hair on a towel. you smiled at him, you couldn't believe he was back. he sat by the end on the bed and just looked at you. you smiled at him, before standing up, to help him off his prosthetic arm.

"it's alright, doll. maybe i should keep it on." he said, staring up at you as you stood right in front of him. you placed both your hands on his face.

"you're home, buck. you're safe." you said lightly, earning a shaky breath to leave his mouth. he wrapped his arms around your hips, hugging you. your hands ran to his soft hair, before planting a sweet kiss on his head.

"for the first time in a while, i was scared, y/n." you heard bucky say, you listened to his every word, as you played with his hair. "i was terrified of not coming back to you." he said, his arms tightening around you, earning a frown from you.

"james.." you said softly, trying your hardest to find his eyes. he was scared, you could tell. you wonder what had happened to have him this shaken up.

"it's just so much worse than we thought.. i'm not sure we'll be able to do something about it." he said, now looking up to meet your gorgeous eyes. you sighed softly.

"you'll be okay, my love. you will all be okay." you said, as you felt his hands pulling you even closer to him, as if he needed to feel you close. "i don't know the extent of what's happening, but i do know one thing. you guys are the earth's mightest heroes. it's alright to have doubts, but don't let them control you. you may not know what to do right now, but you will soon enough." you said, one of your hands running to his check to caress his beautiful face. "we all need a break sometimes. take this time to rest, and reflect. and a solution will come to you. but for now, rest, baby." you finished. he sighed and nodded. you always knew what to say.

"gosh, doll. i have missed you so much. being apart from you is torture." he said, now letting go of your waist. you smiled widely, kissing him lovingly, before helping him take off his arm. you placed it on the case and walked back to him, you placed a kiss to his shoulder, climbing back to bed once again.

bucky followed you to bed, laying his head on your chest. your hand ran to his hair, your fingers getting lost into his brown hair. bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you as close as he possible could. you placed small kisses to his head and forehead, as your gentle giant fell asleep peacefully in your arms.

at last. he was home.

[heliosunny]

Has anyone request lucky egg caelus yet? I need my chaos racoon to cause mischief 🥺

LUCKY EGG

Yandere!Caelus x Reader

You had never been particularly lucky, but when you rolled for an egg from the Lucky Egg Dispenser, you had high hopes. People boasted about hatching the cutest little companions—puppies, fluffy birds, tiny dragons. Yours was a smooth, pale-gold egg, warm to the touch. The label promised it would hatch in three days.

For three nights, you kept it safe on your bedside table, checking it every so often. It twitched occasionally, as if whatever was inside was stirring. But on the third night, you woke up to an eerie silence.

The egg was gone.

At first, you thought maybe it had rolled off, but there was no trace of it anywhere. Panic set in, your thoughts racing. Did someone steal it? Did it hatch and escape?

Then came the noise. A terrible scraping sound, something heavy being dragged across the floor. You snapped your head toward the living room, heart pounding.

What you saw nearly made you scream.

A whole trash can—your trash can—was in the middle of the room, its contents spilled everywhere. But what truly sent shivers down your spine was the person standing beside it. A tall man, with golden eyes that gleamed like a predator’s in the dim light. His clothes were slightly disheveled, hair tousled as if he had just climbed out of something.

"Hey!"

"Wh-Who are you?"

He tilted his head, expression oddly affectionate despite the intensity in his gaze.

"I'm yours, of course" he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You picked me. Took care of me- your very own Caelus"

Caelus was still watching you like a cat that had cornered its prey, but you weren’t about to deal with whatever weird attachment issues he had. You pinched the bridge of your nose and pointed toward the bathroom.

“You reek,” you said bluntly. “Go take a bath.”

He blinked, tilting his head like a confused puppy. “What’s a bath?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t mess with me.”

A slow smirk curled his lips. “You caught on fast.” And with that, he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you alone with the mess he’d made.

You sighed. If he was going to act like some overgrown, clingy pet, then he was going to follow house rules. You rolled up your sleeves and went to the kitchen. Might as well make breakfast while he cleaned up.

By the time you finished cooking, Caelus was still nowhere to be seen. The bathroom door was slightly open, steam curling from inside.

“Hey, you better not be taking a nap in there!” you called out.

A moment later, he emerged—shirtless, damp hair sticking to his forehead. The fresh scent of soap clung to him, making him seem almost normal.

His gaze flickered to the table, where you had set out plates of food. “You made breakfast?”

“Yeah. But you’re not eating until you clean up your mess.” You pointed at the disaster zone that was the living room. Trash was still everywhere, furniture slightly displaced from whatever chaos had occurred last night. “You’re the reason my living room looks like this, so you’re going to clean it.”

Caelus simply stared at you, unmoving.

You crossed your arms. “If you don’t, I’m leaving.”

That got a reaction. His entire body tensed, his fingers twitching as if the mere thought of you leaving was unbearable. His playful smirk dropped.

“…You wouldn’t” he murmured.

“Try me.”

For a long, agonizing second, you thought he was going to argue. But then, with a reluctant sigh, he walked past you toward the mess, grumbling under his breath.

At least he was trainable.

Breakfast was supposed to be peaceful. But no, of course, it wasn’t.

Caelus sat across from you, staring at his untouched food with that same unreadable expression.

“I won’t eat unless you feed me.”

You stopped mid-bite, lowering your fork. “You what?”

His lips curled into a lazy smirk. “You heard me.” He propped his chin on his hand, his gaze never leaving yours. “I think it’d taste better if you fed me.”

You were already exhausted. “No. Eat it yourself.”

“But I—”

“I’ll leave.”

“…Fine” he muttered, finally picking up his fork.

It was almost funny how well that worked. You made a mental note: Threatening to leave makes him cooperate.

---

Your job wasn’t particularly dangerous—at least, not compared to those who actually entered the dungeons. You worked as a post-dungeon health examiner, checking up on adventurers after they cleared floors to make sure they didn’t suffer from curses, afflictions, or physical injuries they hadn’t noticed.

It was an important job, but today, all anyone could talk about was the tall, golden-eyed man trailing behind you like a silent bodyguard.

“Is that your new assistant?” someone asked, eyeing Caelus curiously.

You opened your mouth to deny it, but before you could, Caelus nodded.

“Yeah,” he said smoothly. “That’s me.”

You shot him a glare, but he only looked pleased with himself. You weren’t even sure what he was capable of—certainly not healing like you.

But then, during a routine check, something happened.

A man who had just cleared the first floor suddenly went wild, his eyes bloodshot, his body convulsing. Maybe the dungeon had been too much for him. Maybe he had been cursed. Either way, before you could react, he lunged at you.

crack

The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Caelus stood over him, gripping a baseball bat he must have snatched from somewhere nearby.

“You’re welcome” he said casually.

By the time you got home, exhaustion weighed heavily on your limbs. The day had been long—checking on countless adventurers, dealing with injuries, and, of course, Caelus bashing a man unconscious with a baseball bat.

You barely had the energy to take another step when you felt something warm press against your back.

"Get on" Caelus said.

"...What?"

"You look dead on your feet," he said, as if that was explanation enough. "I'll carry you."

You hesitated. Letting him carry you felt... weird. But your legs were killing you.

"...Fine."

The second you agreed, Caelus crouched slightly, allowing you to climb onto his back. His grip was firm, steady.

"You should let me do this more often," he mused as he carried you home effortlessly. "You're light."

You rolled your eyes but didn't argue.

—

Dinner was simple, but it was enough. You sat across from Caelus, watching him idly poke at his food before curiosity got the better of you.

"So," you started, "what exactly is your ability? You must have something, right?"

Caelus hummed, as if considering your question. Then, instead of answering directly, he smirked.

"Call my name three times."

You raised a brow. "Seriously?"

He nodded. "Just try it."

You sighed but decided to humor him.

"Caelus."

Nothing happened.

"Caelus."

Still nothing.

"...Caelus."

The moment his name left your lips for the third time, something shifted. A faint glow surrounded him, and in the air before you, a translucent status board materialized out of thin air.

Your eyes widened as you read the information displayed:

[Caelus] Title: ??? Abilities: ??? Affiliation: ??? Danger Level: ???

It was as if the system itself refused to reveal what he truly was.

He grinned. "Satisfied?"

You side-eyed Caelus, not even bothering to hide your suspicion. “Seriously? Everything is just question marks?”

He blinked at the screen, tilting his head. “Huh. That’s strange.”

Strange? That was an understatement. It was as if he wasn’t even registered as a normal existence.

Before you could question it further, Caelus suddenly reached out, resting a hand on your shoulder. A soft, tingling sensation spread through you, and the moment his skin made contact—

The board changed.

A single ability appeared on the list:

[Devour] – Absorbs properties of consumed materials, adapting them for personal use.

“Devour?” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Caelus, still smiling, traced the word on the screen with his fingers, as if testing it. “Looks like you helped reveal one of my abilities.”

The next morning, you woke up to an unsettling sound—something crunching.

You groggily pushed yourself up and followed the noise to the living room, only to find Caelus sitting on the floor, surrounded by various objects. A candle, a metal spoon, a scrap of cloth, and… was that part of your wooden chair?!

“What the hell are you doing?” you demanded.

Caelus glanced up, chewing on something. Then, as if nothing was wrong, he swallowed.

“Experimenting” he said simply.

Your eye twitched. “Experimenting with what?”

He held up a hand, and before your eyes, his fingers darkened into the same texture as the wood. With a slight flex, the transformation vanished.

You exhaled slowly. “So… Devour lets you copy whatever you eat.”

He grinned. “Pretty much.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. You weren’t dealing with this today. “Look, just stay home. I have work.”

You turned to leave, but before you could take a step, a sudden tug at your hem stopped you.

“Are you abandoning me?”

“…It’s not abandoning. I just don’t think you need to follow me everywhere.”

He didn’t let go.

“…I don’t like being alone,” he said. “And I don’t like being away from you.”

You really thought you could get through a normal workday, but no—of course not. Not with Caelus around.

Despite your initial reluctance, you ended up bringing him along again. You figured he’d just hover around like yesterday, but the moment you got busy checking on adventurers, you caught him doing something… odd.

He was touching people.

At first, you thought it was just casual—light brushes against arms, fingers ghosting over shoulders. But then you noticed the way he did it.

“Caelus,” you hissed, grabbing his wrist. “What are you doing?”

He blinked at you innocently. “Trying something.”

“Trying what?”

Before he could answer, a faint glow flickered over his hand. Then—

[Energy Drain] – Absorbs a portion of an individual’s energy, temporarily enhancing physical strength.

Another ability. And this time, it wasn’t from consuming objects—it was from people.

Caelus stared at his own hands, flexing his fingers as if feeling the new power coursing through him. Then, he turned his gaze to the adventurers around him.

“…They have energy,” he murmured. “Different from objects. It’s… warm.”

There was something almost fascinated in his tone, but you didn’t like where this was going. A slow, creeping realization settled in. You were the one he touched the most. The one closest to him. The one always within reach.

---

The next morning, you had a really bad feeling.

Caelus had been eerily quiet at breakfast—not his usual smug or teasing self. His golden eyes gleamed with something… unreadable. You should’ve questioned it more, but work had you swamped. The moment you turned your back to start preparing for the wave of adventurers today—

He was gone.

You frantically looked around, but there were too many people to check on, too many responsibilities to drop everything and go after him.

By the time evening rolled around, you were exhausted, anxious, and ready to scold him into oblivion.

And then—he reappeared.

Except… he looked different.

His clothes were slightly tattered, but there wasn’t a single scratch on him. His golden eyes practically glowed in the dim light, and there was a strange air about him—powerful, unshaken, like he had faced something dangerous and walked away stronger.

“…Where the hell did you go?” you demanded, crossing your arms.

Caelus smiled, unbothered. “The dungeon.”

You stared at him, barely processing his words. “You what?”

“I wanted to see what I could do,” he said, stretching his arms as if he’d just gone for a casual stroll. “It was fun.”

Fun?! He went into a dungeon alone and came back stronger like it was a damn field trip?!

---

Caelus was finally asleep.

It had taken longer than you expected—he had been watching you all evening, his golden eyes filled with something unreadable. But eventually, exhaustion (or maybe boredom) won, and he drifted off.

Which meant it was your chance.

Carefully, you activated his status board again. The last time, it had only shown question marks, but after his little trip to the dungeon, you were sure something had changed.

And you were right.

[Caelus] Title: ??? Abilities:

[Devour] – Absorbs properties of consumed materials, adapting them for personal use.

[Energy Drain] – Absorbs a portion of an individual’s energy, temporarily enhancing physical strength.

[???] – Locked.

Your eyes narrowed. Another hidden ability. But before you could inspect further, something unexpected happened.

Caelus moved.

You barely had time to react before he pulled you into his arms, caging you against his chest. His grip was firm, but his breathing was deep and steady—he was still asleep.

Your face heated, but you didn’t move. Not because it was comfortable (though you’d never admit it), but because the moment he touched you, the status board flickered—revealing more.

You carefully scrolled through the board, noticing a strange locked section labeled [Restricted Access]. A prompt appeared beneath it:

Enter Password.

A password?

You glanced at Caelus, then back at the screen. Would he—?

It was a long shot, but you had to try. You leaned in slightly, whispering, “Caelus… what’s the password?”

For a moment, there was nothing. Then—

“…Y/N” he murmured sleepily, tightening his hold around you.

That’s the password?

Hesitating, you entered your name.

[Access Granted.]

The locked section flickered, partially revealing something new:

[Eclipse] – ??? (Partially Unlocked)

Eclipse? What was that? And why did he use your name as the key?

---

Morning started with something familiar—the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor. You sat up immediately, already dreading what you were about to see.

Sure enough, there was Caelus, standing proudly in your living room with yet another trash can. The lid was missing, and a few questionable items had already spilled onto the floor.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Caelus.”

He turned to you with a bright, almost innocent smile. “Good morning!”

“What is wrong with you?”

“This is how I show love” he said, dead serious.

“You’re cleaning this up.”

“But—”

“Or I’m leaving.”

Instant obedience. It was almost scary how well that worked.

—

Since today was your day off, you figured you could finally get something done—like buying Caelus some proper clothes. The ones he had been wearing were barely holding together, thanks to his little dungeon adventure.

After making him take a bath (which he thankfully didn’t joke about this time), you dragged him out to go shopping. He was surprisingly silly about it, trying on ridiculous outfits and showing off like a child.

At one point, he even put on an oversized coat, flipping the collar up dramatically. “How do I look?”

“Like you’re about to scam someone.”

He looked way too pleased with that.

Just when you thought the day would be peaceful, an urgent call came in.

A new type of monster had appeared near the outskirts of the city, and several adventurers had been injured. Without hesitation, you and Caelus rushed to the scene.

The moment you arrived, you could tell it was bad. Blood stained the dirt, and a few adventurers were barely conscious. You knelt beside one of them, channeling your healing abilities.

Slowly, his breathing steadied. His eyes flickered open, unfocused but frantic.

“The monster…” he rasped. “It’s… not normal… it—”

Before he could finish, he passed out again.

The rest of the injured were left for others to handle, but one thing was clear—something was lurking out there.

You turned toward the deeper part of the scene, ready to investigate, but before you could take a step, Caelus blocked you.

“You’re not going in alone” he said firmly.

You frowned. “I wasn’t planning to, but—”

“I’ll go in with you.”

Somehow, you knew that even if you told him no, he wouldn’t listen.

The deeper you ventured into the site, the more unsettling it became. The air felt off—like something unseen was watching, waiting.

And then you found it.

A corpse. No—what was left of one.

The adventurer’s body was drained, his veins darkened like something had been siphoning his energy. It reminded you of Caelus’s Energy Drain ability, but this was far more violent, far more incomplete.

Before you could examine further, a low growl echoed through the ruins. Something lunged at you. You barely had time to react before a black, sinewy creature was inches from your face. Its glowing red eyes fixated only on you.

Crack!

The creature was slammed into the ground before it could even touch you. Caelus stood over it. His fingers twitched, absorbing something from the monster through direct contact.

For the first time, you saw his ability in action, its body shriveled, its energy stolen. In mere moments, it was lifeless.

“…It tried to take from you” Caelus muttered. He crouched beside the remains. “I don’t like that.”

You managed to take a small sample of the monster’s remains for further examination before both of you returned home, completely exhausted.

That night, you tucked Caelus into bed first, making sure he got some rest after everything that happened.

You barely made it to your own bed before exhaustion finally took over.

But in the middle of the night, Caelus woke up.

His golden eyes flickered open, immediately honing in on you. And more specifically—the faint, glowing mark on your skin. The monster from earlier had left something on you. His fingers brushed over the mark, sensing the energy shift.

“…Unacceptable”

Without hesitation, he took it.

Absorbing the remnants, erasing its trace—claiming what was his again.

Satisfied, Caelus shifted, slipping under the blankets next to you. He draped an arm over your waist, pulling you close, his body naturally molding to yours.

--

You woke up to warmth.

It took a moment to register, but then you felt it—Caelus’s arm still draped around you, his breath steady against your shoulder.

He had crawled into your bed.

You exhaled, carefully shifting out of his hold. He didn’t stir. Taking the opportunity, you silently activated his status board, eyes scanning for any changes.

[Caelus] Title: ??? Abilities:

[Devour] – Absorbs properties of consumed materials, adapting them for personal use.

[Energy Drain] – Absorbs a portion of an individual’s energy, temporarily enhancing physical strength.

[Eclipse] – Partially Unlocked

[Corruption Absorption] – Can absorb and nullify foreign energy marks left by external sources.

Corruption Absorption?

Before you could process further, a groggy voice broke the silence.

“…You should’ve asked me first.”

You nearly jumped as Caelus blinked sleepily at you, golden eyes half-lidded but aware.

You sighed. “Fine. Caelus, can I check your status board?”

His lips curled into a smirk. “No.”

“…You just said I should ask first.”

“And I gave you my answer.”

You stared at him, deadpan. He was clearly enjoying this.

Crossing your arms, you decided to switch tactics. “Then… do I have a status board?”

Caelus tilted his head. “You?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I mean, I am technically your owner, right? If you came from that egg, maybe I have access to something similar.”

He hummed, considering. Then he shrugged. “Unlikely.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because you’re the owner,” he explained lazily. “The thing that spawns from the egg rarely gets access to their owner’s status. Unless…” He trailed off, eyes glinting.

“Unless what?”

His smirk widened slightly.

“Unless that individual is much stronger than their owner.”

You weren’t sure what surprised you more—the fact that you did have a status board, or the implication that he wasn’t supposed to see it.

Which meant that if Caelus ever did get access to yours���

He would be stronger than you.

You crossed your arms, staring him down. "You do have access to my status board, don’t you?"

Caelus, still lounging in your bed like he owned it, blinked at you. “I don’t.”

"You do."

"I don’t."

"You do."

"I don’t."

The exchange repeated until you got tired of it. Sighing, you finally let it go, rubbing your temple. "Fine. Whatever. Not like it matters."

Caelus tilted his head, watching you with amusement. Then, surprisingly, he spoke—his tone unusually soft.

"I like things as they are now."

You glanced at him.

"As long as you’re not cheating on me, abandoning me, or doing anything that would make me have to pry," he continued, smirking slightly, "then I don’t need to look."

You stared at him for a moment before laughing. "Cheating? Abandoning you? That makes it sound like we’re—"

Jokingly, without much thought, you mused "Maybe we should just stay like this forever."

For a split second, Caelus was silent.

Then, just as fast, the usual mischief returned. He grinned, propping himself up on one elbow. "Oh? So you want me around forever?"

You rolled your eyes. "You’re reading too much into it."

He snickered, shifting closer. "No take-backs. You already said it."

You playfully shoved his shoulder, and for a moment, everything felt lighthearted again.

But then—

Somehow—somehow—words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them.

"Maybe I should just mark you as mine, then."

You meant it as a joke. Obviously.

But Caelus?

To your absolute horror, his hands grabbed yours, and he looked at you with an almost pleading expression—though exaggerated for dramatic effect.

"Please," he said, clasping your hands tightly. "Do it."

"...Huh?"

"Mark me," he insisted, leaning in. "Make sure everyone knows. I’d wear it proudly."

You stared at him. "Caelus, it was a joke."

"Not for me."

You groaned, trying to pull your hands away, but he wouldn’t let go. Instead, he nuzzled against them like some overly affectionate pet.

"Caelus—"

"Make it a real thing!"

At this point, you weren’t even annoyed anymore. Just… resigned. Maybe even entertained.

With a sigh, you let him hold onto you for a bit longer before finally flicking his forehead.

"We’re staying normal, alright?"

Caelus pouted dramatically but ultimately let go. "Fine… but one day—"

"No."

[courtofjade]

Somewhere in the Haze, Got a Sense I’ve Been Betrayed

Pairing: Azriel x Archeron!reader, Lucien x reader (past)

Notes: This is my first ever time writing so please be gentle with me <3

She stood frozen as she watched the bolt strike through Azriel’s chest, letting out a sob as he fell to the ground. Y/n grabbed at her chest as a pain shot through her. An internal war raged inside her between the fear of Hybern and the pull she felt to run to Azriel.

The bolt was coated in bloodbane that the King claimed flowed where he willed it. She knew that if they fought, if they did not follow him, the poison would go to his heart. The heart that longed for the Archeron sister since they had locked eyes. Azriel let himself be hauled up the stairs by Cassian and Rhys- feeling utterly helpless. Feyre grasped onto a shaking y/n, who balked at the sight of the arrow protruding out of Azriel’s back.

Y/n was ignorant to the events that had occurred under the mountain, having been sent back to the Mortal Lands with Feyre before they had occurred. She had been told of the things her sister had to do, had to endure, while under Amarantha’s trials. Even though Rhys had made her aware of the things Hybern could do- even though she had been trained by Azriel and Cassian to be prepared in times like this- all of these things had fled her body as she walked into the King’s throne room.

The King mounted a dais carved out of dark emerald- his throne assembled of bones. As she inspected further, her mouth dried. The bones were that of a human. Brown and smooth with age. They all stopped before it, Jurian leering at their backs. Y/n flinched as the throne room doors shut.

The King said to no one in particular, “Now that I’ve upheld my end of the bargain, I expect you to uphold yours.” Two figures emerged from the side door. Feyre began to shake her head harshly as Lucien and Tamlin stepped into the light.

In the chaos that had then ensued between Rhys, Feyre, and Tamlin, all Y/n could do was stare at Lucien. His eyes on her were forever filled with an intense guilt that somehow still couldn’t mask the look of love. Her face slowly began to morph into that of hurt. Of betrayal. All she could do was think to all of those months ago. Of being in the Spring Court. Initially to find her sister, but in the end finding a bond she had never dreamed she would have. His lips began to slyly mouth words that she couldn’t comprehend. His lips. The lips that had once shared his deepest feelings. The lips that had once been on every part of her body. The lips she could no longer look at as her ears perked at the name of her sister.

“You will find, Feyre Archeron, that it is in your best interest to behave.” The king stated. She followed Feyre’s gaze to the door where the King’s guards had dragged her sisters, gagged and bound, before the King of Hybern.

She began to hyperventilate at the site. She sobbed silently at the sight of her eldest sisters, nights gowns dirty and torn. Elain stood sobbing with fear in her eyes. Nesta looked disheveled, hair wild and eyes fierce, like she had put up a fight. Of course she had. She barely let Y/n go back to the Faye Realms let alone let someone drag her there.

How did they get to them? How they know where they lived? She attempted to catch Feyre’s eyes. A way to silently ask her these questions herself. Though Feyre couldn’t meet her eyes. Little did she know that, unknowingly, Feyre had given every detail of their lives to Ianthe. Fucking Ianthe. She knew there was something off about her. She glanced over at Lucien whose face had gone slack.

“She sold out- she sold out their family. To you.”

“Sold out?” The king snorted. “Or saved from the shackles of mortal death? Ianthe suggested they were all strong-willed women, like their sister. No doubt they’ll survive. And prove to our queens it can be done. If one has the strength.” Her breath caught in her chest. “I thought we would have to put up more of a fight for the third. Fortunately you brought her right to us.”

With their focus on the King, none of the inner circle had noticed when a pair of guards had made their way to the youngest Archeron. She gasped as they grappled her and began to drag her towards her eldest sisters. Their heads all whipped towards her.

The King smirked. “I suggest bracing yourselves.” And then hell exploded in the hall.

Power, white and unending and hideous, barreled into them.

Y/n screamed as she was dragged away from her friends. Her family. She watched as they attempted to shield each other from the onslaught of power coming from Hybern. She watched as Mor made her way to him- a feeble attempt of revenge for Cassian who laid behind her, wings torn to shreds.

Azriel cried out in pain. Another gasp from Y/n as a pain radiated in her chest. Mor froze and dropped her knife, it clattering to the floor. Mor backed up as the King rose. He descended the dais, eyes sweeping over the defeated circle. His eyes burned a hole into Mor’s head before moving his gaze to Y/n. He slowly walked over to her- raising a hand to push the hair out of her face.

“What a prize.” He drawled.

Azriel let out a deep growl from his chest, eyes full of rage and pain and he snarled at the King. “ Don’t you touch her.”

The King held her trembling chin in his fingers. Her eyes slanted as she held his gaze, fearful but unwavering.

“Put her in first.” He sounded before turning back to his throne.

Feyre lunged but the guards grabbed her instantly, Rhys soon going to interfere. Before he could he froze in his tracks, hearing Azriel shout in pain as he writhed on the floor.

Y/n screamed as she thrashed in the guards arms.

“Please refrain,” the king said, “from getting any stupid ideas, Rhysand.” He smiled at Feyre. “If any of you interfere, the shadowsinger dies. Pity about the other brute’s wings.” He gave the sisters a mockery of a bow. “Ladies, eternity awaits. Prove to their Majesties the Cauldron is safe for … strong-willed individuals.”

Mor held onto Azriel as he weakly attempted to crawl towards Y/n.

Nesta began to thrash wildly in the guards arms, watching as her baby sister was dragged toward the cauldron. Tamlin said, “Stop.”

The King did no such thing.

“Enough!” Shouted Lucien frantically while reaching for his sword. Nesta bellowed at the guards, at the King, at anyone who would listen. Y/n watched as the King waved his hand and liquid filled the cauldron to the brim.

Y/n continued to thrash and kick as the guards dragged her closer and closer to the cauldron. She fought and she fought- thinking of her friends, thinking of her sisters, thinking of him. He who had taught her to fight and to never stop fighting.

She sobbed as she felt herself being lifted. Felt her foot touch the cold liquid of the cauldron. For a split second, she caught Lucien’s eyes and it felt as though time slowed. He thrashed against the white leash of power holding him back from running to her. From killing anyone who dared touch her. While in his eyes were love and pain and guilt- in her eyes were fear and anger and betrayal. Angry with whatever part of Lucien thought that working with Hybern was a good idea. Feeling betrayed by the man that she had once thought she loved.

She closed her eyes and gasped her last breath before the guards swiftly shoved her into the cauldron.

The inner circle held their breath. They dared not move as they waited for her to come out of the cauldron. But she did not. Nesta’s screams were all that was heard throughout the room.

The King smirked- raising his hand toward the cauldron. “Behold.”

They waited with bated breath as the Cauldron turned on its side spilling out Y/n- as if washed onto the shore. It felt as though hours had passed as they waited for her to move- to breath.

Feyre released a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she watched Y/n gasp for air. She pushed herself up, pushing her soaked hair back to look at Feyre. The room once again stilled. Her skin began to glow. Her beautiful face somehow becoming even more beautiful, and her once rounded ears were now pointed.

She then looked at Azriel, who was laid on the ground trying to find an ounce of strength to crawl to her. He looked up at her as though he felt her eyes looking at him. As she stared into his eyes, it was like she couldn’t pull look away. Her brows furrowed as she felt a tug on her chest. A tug she had felt multiple times before- begging her to go to him. Pleading with her to hold him and to never let go. Except this time, the tug felt stronger. Stronger than it ever has before. Though time continued to move around her, chaos never ending, she reached deep into that part of her to grab onto that invisible force pulling her towards Azriel. And when she did, she felt something inside of her snap.

Through the seemingly never ending pain he had been feeling, Azriel had felt it. He had felt the tug he had been longing to feel since the moment their eyes had met. Back when Rhys had called in the bargain for the first time. When he brought her and Feyre to the Night Court. And for a moment, in the hell that was surrounding them, he felt at peace.

She snapped out of her stupor as she noticed Lucien rushing to her. She let him help her up to her feet and bring her closer to Feyre.

As he stood next to her, holding her up on shaky legs, his heart had not come back to where it had belong since it had dropped. Since he had witnessed the moment between Y/n and Azriel. Since he watched the first love he had felt in a long time- find her mate.

[vorecaptions]

The glow of the ring light bathed Josh in an almost ethereal aura, his bronzed skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He stood shirtless in front of the camera, every ripple and vein of his massive physique on full display. His biceps bulged as he casually flexed, the motion effortless yet commanding. The chat on his live stream was scrolling faster than most could read, but Josh’s sharp eyes caught every comment, every plea, every desperate attempt to grab his attention.

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“Please notice me, King!”

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The chat erupted into a frenzy. Josh chuckled, the sound low and self-assured. “But I’m feeling generous tonight. You all know what I’m here for. I’m here to grow. To become even more than I already am. And for that… I need a sacrifice.”

He stepped back, striking a wide, dominant pose. His chest flared, his abs chiseled like stone. “But not just anyone. I’m not interested in your weak, pathetic frames. I need real men. Men who are worthy of becoming part of me. Handsome faces. Big dicks. Muscles that actually mean something. If you think you’ve got what it takes…” He paused, letting the tension build. “Prove it. Send me your nudes. Let me see if you’re even worth my time.”

The chat exploded with promises and declarations. Josh’s smirk widened as he scrolled through the messages, his gaze lingering on the occasional audacious claim. “Oh, you think you’re big?” he said to one commenter, his tone dripping with mockery. “Let me see that dick, then. But let me warn you… I’ve absorbed some of the most impressive men out there. My cock alone is a testament to that.”

He adjusted the camera slightly, tilting it down to reveal the thick, veiny length that rested between his legs. The chat went wild. “This,” he said, gripping himself lazily, “is what real power looks like. And it’s only getting bigger. Stronger. Better. So, if you’re not packing heat, don’t waste my time.”

Josh leaned back against the wall, his muscles relaxing but still impossibly defined. He crossed his arms, his biceps straining against his skin. “I’ll give you all five minutes to send your best shots. And remember… only the elite get to become part of me. The rest of you can keep dreaming.”

The chat was a blur of excitement, desperation, and envy. Josh watched it all with a predatory gleam in his eye. He wasn’t just looking for a sacrifice—he was looking for a challenge. Someone who could make him feel, even for a moment, like he wasn’t the most powerful man in the room.

A notification popped up on his screen. A photo. Josh’s eyebrow arched as he opened it. “Well, well,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Someone’s been hitting the gym.”

The photo was of a young man, his body lean but muscular, his cock thick and heavy against his thigh. Josh zoomed in, his smirk returning. “Not bad. Not bad at all. But…” He flexed his own arm, the muscle swelling to an almost grotesque size. “You’ve got a long way to go before you’re me.”

Another notification. Then another. Josh’s confidence only grew as he sifted through the submissions. “Too small,” he said dismissively to one. “Pathetic,” he sneered at another. “Ah, now this…” His eyes lit up as he studied the next photo. “This is more like it.”*

The man in the photo was a mirror image of Josh himself—broad shoulders, massive arms, a cock that looked like it could break someone in half. “Now this is a sacrifice,” Josh purred, his voice thick with desire. “Handsome. Strong. Perfect. You’re exactly what I need.”

The man in the photo had included a message: “Take me. Make me part of you.”

Josh’s smile was feral. “Oh, I will. But first… let’s see if you can handle me.” He typed a quick message, his fingers moving with the same precision and power that defined every part of his body. “Come to me. Let’s see if you’re as impressive in person as you are on camera.”

The reply came almost instantly. “I’ll be there.”

Josh’s heart raced, not with nerves, but with anticipation. He could already feel the power surging through him, the hunger for more. “Good,” he whispered to himself. “Let’s see if you’re worthy of becoming me.”

The doorbell rang, sharp and insistent. Josh’s smirk returned, more dangerous than ever. “Showtime,” he murmured, flexing his chest as he made his way to the door.

He opened it to find the man from the photo standing there, even more impressive in person. His muscles gleamed under the porch light, his eyes dark with determination.

“So,” Josh said, his voice a low growl. “You think you’re ready to become part of me?”

The man didn’t flinch. “Take me. Make me you.”

Josh’s grin widened. “Oh, I will. But first… let’s see if you can handle what’s coming.”

He stepped aside, letting the man into his home. The door closed behind them with a soft click, sealing the sacrifice’s fate. Josh’s muscles rippled as he turned to face his prey, his eyes gleaming with hunger.

“Let’s begin.”

The moment the door clicked shut, Josh’s eyes raked over the man standing before him, his lips curving into a smirk that was equal parts amusement and hunger. The sacrifice was impressive—broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and legs that could crush a man’s skull. But it was the bulge in his gym shorts that caught Josh’s attention first.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” Josh purred, his deep voice dripping with challenge. He peeled off his tank top, his pecs flexing as the fabric slid over his skin. The man mirrored him, stripping down to nothing but his gym shorts, his cock straining against the fabric. Josh’s smirk widened. “Impressive. But let’s get a proper look.”

The man hesitated for only a second before shucking his shorts, letting them pool at his feet. Josh’s eyes dropped to the man’s cock, and for the first time, his confident expression faltered. The man was huge, thicker and longer than Josh’s own impressive member. “Well, well,” Josh said, his voice low and throaty. “Looks like you’ve got something better than me after all.”

The man shifted uncomfortably, clearly not used to being the center of attention in this way. But Josh wasn’t done. He dropped to his knees in one fluid motion, his face level with the man’s cock. “This,” Josh said, his voice reverent, “deserves worship.”

Before the man could react, Josh leaned forward and swallowed him whole, his lips stretching around the thick shaft as he took the man to the hilt in one smooth motion. The man gasped, his hands flying to Josh’s head as he cried out in shock and pleasure. “Holy—no one’s ever—” he stammered, his voice breaking.

Josh didn’t stop. His throat flexed around the man’s cock as he pulled back and then plunged forward again, his nose brushing against the man’s pelvis. The man’s knees buckled, and he gripped Josh’s shoulders for balance, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck, that’s—” he started, but Josh cut him off with another deep throat, his tongue working expertly along the underside of the man’s cock.

The man’s cock throbbed in Josh’s throat, and Josh could feel the tension building in the man’s body. He slowed his pace, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with the man. “You’re close,” Josh said, his voice rough from the strain. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Josh’s hand moved to the man’s ass, his fingers probing the tight ring of muscle. The man tensed, but Josh didn’t give him time to protest. He pushed a finger inside, working it in and out in rhythm with his mouth’s movements. The man’s moans grew louder, his hips thrusting forward as he lost himself in the sensation. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, his voice a desperate whine.

Josh could feel the man’s cock twitching, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. He doubled down, his throat constricting around the man’s shaft as he added a second finger, scissoring them inside the man’s tight hole. The man’s back arched, his voice breaking as he came, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself down Josh’s throat.

Josh swallowed every drop, his own cock throbbing with need as he savored the man’s release. He pulled back slowly, his lips glistening as he looked up at the man, who was still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. “Good boy,” Josh murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

The man’s legs gave out, and he slumped onto the floor, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Josh stood up, his own cock dripping with pre-cum as he loomed over the man. “But we’re not done yet,” he said, his voice dark and commanding. “You offered yourself to me. Now it’s time to fulfill your promise.”

Josh smeared the tip of his cock over the man’s ass, the thick, sticky pre-cum acting as a makeshift lubricant. The man flinched as Josh pushed inside, his tight hole resisting for a moment before giving way. “Ah!” the man cried out, his hands gripping the floor as Josh buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck, that hurts!”

Josh paused, his hands gripping the man’s hips as he looked down at him. “Pain?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement. “You’ve spent years building muscles for me, enduring countless hours in the gym, pushing your body to the limit. Is this really worse than that?”

The man hesitated, then shook his head. “No,” he said, his voice shaky but determined. “It’s not. I’m yours. Take me.”

Josh’s grin widened, and he began to move, his hips slamming into the man’s ass with brutal force. The man cried out, but he didn’t pull away, his body trembling as he surrendered himself completely to Josh. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the man’s moans and Josh’s guttural grunts.

Josh’s cock throbbed inside the man, his own orgasm building as he fucked the man with relentless intensity. He could feel the man’s muscles clenching around him, his body tightening as he neared the edge again. “That’s it,” Josh growled, his voice rough with desire. “Give yourself to me. Let me take everything you have.”

The man’s breath hitched, and he came again, his cock spurting ropes of cum onto the floor as his body convulsed. Josh followed him over the edge, his own cock pulsing as he filled the man with his seed.

Josh let out a deep, guttural moan as he felt the man’s body dissolving into him, their forms merging in a wave of ecstasy. The man’s broad shoulders and chiseled abs melted into Josh’s frame, his muscles flowing like molten gold as they were absorbed. Josh’s already impressive physique swelled further, his pecs rippling with newfound power, his biceps bulging to perfection. His cock throbbed violently, thickening and lengthening until it was an absolute monstrosity—far beyond what the man had possessed but still unmistakably his influence.

Josh stroked himself slowly, relishing the sensation of his newly enhanced member, his balls heavy and full, brimming with potent cum. He grinned down at his quivering sacrifice, now little more than a wisp of energy sinking into his skin. “You’ve made me stronger,” Josh purred, his voice resonating with godlike authority. “More powerful. More perfect. You’ve brought me one step closer to becoming the ultimate god of masculinity.”

As the last traces of the man vanished into him, Josh flexed his arms, admiring the sheer dominance radiating from his enhanced form. “Your sacrifice isn’t just for me,” he declared, his tone commanding. “It’s for the world. Tonight, I’ll spread my DNA far and wide. My essence will mark this earth, and no woman will be able to resist.”

He chuckled darkly, palming his enormous cock. “Call your girlfriends,” he said, his voice ringing with finality. “Tell them to come. They’ll serve me tonight, and if they’re worthy, they’ll carry my offspring. Some of you may even get the honor of raising my sons.” With that, Josh strode toward the door, his presence magnetic, his purpose clear. The night was young, and his hunger was insatiable.But this wasn’t the end. Josh’s muscles began to ripple, his body absorbing the man’s essence as he devoured him, the man’s muscles merging with his own in a wave of intense ecstasy. The man’s cries of pleasure were ringing in Josh'smind, the guy felt his own mid becoming one with Josh, his strength and virality added to Josh’s already perfect form. Josh’s cock throbbed with renewed vigor. The show was just begining.

Rodrigo Cavalcanti

[beentainted]

the very first words you pronounce after realizing who your soulmate is are tattooed on your wrist, regardless of how embarrassingly stupid they might be

pairing: theodore nott x reader

warnings: modern!au; soulmate!au; cursing; drinking.

a/n: just a rusty writer testing the tags and audience, wanna start writing for the hp fandom so consider this a first shot. hope you enjoy it!

"Let me see it!"

You choke on your glass of wine when you laugh loudly at your roommate's demand, coughing at the way the alcohol burns as it slides down your throat and then shaking your head with a wrinkle of your nose.

"I'm not that drunk, thank you." You reply sharply, your voice still hoarse as you place your glass down on the small table placed in front of you.

"Oh, come on, amore," Theo lets out a small chuckle as he insists, a pointed finger reaching to poke at your sides. "It can't be that bad."

You close your eyes with a grumble, letting your head fall back to the cushion on the sofa. He has totally no idea how it can, indeed, be that bad.

It's not like you would mind a lot, you care even less about the embarrassment with the way the alcohol is already sending your head a little dizzy, and you really are grateful you have someone to joke about these kind of things. You're happy your roommate turned to be someone you can actually be friends with. Someone you can comfortably talk about all these silly things. Someone you can sit with at the living room to drink without any plausible reason at friday night, in only your pajamas and your fluffy slippers.

But your soulmate mark is a totally different subject. Especially when you have the most outright stupid words you've ever read marked on your skin forever. You don't even know why you let the conversation lead this way. You're not going to show him that mark.

"Absolutely not." You insist, inciting an annoyed huff out of the curled haired boy sitting beside you on the couch.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." You peak open an eye at his bargain. Well, now that's interesting. A smile immediately starts forming on his lips when he caughts your attention. "Trust me, amore, it can't be any worse than mine."

You scrutinize him for a long moment, your eyes narrowing at him as Theo waits for your decision, eagerness evident in his deep green eyes. You consider how bad the idea sounds. He looks like he's already pretty drunk, the pinky flush tainting his cheeks only proving your point. There's a high chance he won't even remember about it in the next morning.

"I surely doubt that," You finally respond, straightening your spine to face him properly as you prepare yourself. "But just... promise me you won't laugh."

A smile stretches its way across Theodore's face, his head nodding up and down more than once with enthusiam. You can't help but chuckle when you think about how disappointed he will be once he finds out how purely not interesting your sign is. His voice sounds excited nevertheless when he says with those sparkling eyes of his: "I promise."

You give him a small shake of your head with a smile still forming on your lips. "I don't trust your word." You hold out your pinkie towards him with somehow foolish determination. "Pinky swear."

Theo looks you up and down, his gaze fastening on your little finger. He chuckles at your childlike gesture. "Seriously?"

"Are you gonna take it or not?" Your voice holds a slight threatening tone as you arch your brows challenging. Theo's arrogant grin quickly vanishes, in all probability dreading you'll change your mind.

"Fine." He breathes out as his own finger reaches out to entwine with your still extended one, to actively seal his promise.

His eyes flick to yours in the immediate instant you touch. Yours do the same, searching for his irises, searching for something in that deep, vast green ocean that indicates he felt the same as you when your skin grazed his, or even just a small fraction of it. Of that vivid spark spreading across your body, flooding your senses with a foreign electricity.

He doesn't say anything during the seconds you stare at each other, your fingers still holding contact while you stay freezed in the spot. No words leave your mouth whatsoever, and you pull your hand back eventually, shaking the strange feeling and cursing yourself for pouring so much wine – it always makes your thoughts reel like that. You feel the need to clear your throat when you finally break eye contact.

Your fingers work on lifting up the sleeve of your thin sweater, displaying the words carved with permanent dark ink as you mutter under your breath: "The things we do for roommates..."

You take a deep breath before showing Theo your wrist, and then you stare at the curious set of letters tattooed on your skin with certain desdain.

Holy shit. These are first words that shall come out of your mouth in the moment you realize who your awaited soulmate is. They're nothing like something anyone would want to have as a perpetual sign, nothing romantic at all. Nothing like "I've been looking for you" or "you are my other half". Just that two, oddly idiotic words. Holy. Shit.

But it's the look on Theodore's face when you look back at him to catch his reaction that makes shame course through you. His mouth has dropped slightly open, his eyes widening in something between shock and disbelief as his gaze is still locked on your exposed skin. You feel your face furrowing as you take in his expression. Does he really think it's that silly? Why did you even show him this thing? Why do you even care what he thinks?

You wait for a laugh to pop out, for any mocking words to come falling from his clever tongue, but none of that happens. Theo doesn't move, doesn't say anything, his face slightly pale as he stares at your still held out wrist. That makes you feel more insulted than anything else. If it managed to render this man speechless, than your mark surely has to be the dumbest thing he has ever seen.

"Look, I know it's terrible," You say in defense of yourself once you get enough of his astonished silence, your tone harsh as you drop your arm with clear irritation. "But you don't need to exaggerate..."

Theo silences you with a fierce shake of his head, his eyes finally snapping up to meet yours. "No, Y/n, look."

You frown in confusion whilst he lifts up his own sleeve, the hem of his hoodie sliding all the way up to his elbow. He extends his arm towards your way, exposing it to your line of sight, the bright light of the lamp shining straightly down on the words at full display. The same words you have outlined on the exact same spot on your right wrist.

Your breath hitches audibly. You can tell Theo is still staring at your face while you gape down at his arm, your eyebrows raised almost all the way up to your hairline. Your mind keeps chaoticly whirling around as your eyes avidly scans the letters, as if they'll morph into something different if you look at them from close enough. What are the chances this is all but a bizarre coincidence? Is it even possible that it means nothing at all?

You realize your heart is skipping from thud to thud when you slowly raise your head to look back at Theo, still processing whatever the fuck your matching signs means. Still trying to decide whether or not it can signify what, deep down in your gut, you already know it does.

Both yours and Theo's lips part at the same time, and when your voices meet and mingle in the air, it's like an odd ring sounds in your head.

"Holy shit!"

[bunni-v1]

your relationship hcs with smc is so cute im gonna microwave him but alas brainrot is what afflicts me instead

imagining how the spire of all knowledge/deceit when u get into a relationship with shadow milk gradually changes to fit some of your tastes—one corner of the spire are purely things you like. paintbrushes because you like painting? say no more! have an art room, too! oh, you like plants? well, look no further! there's a suspiciously large space in the spire that has blooms of your favorite flowers for MILES. you're a sleepyhead? no worries, you can stay in this gigantic plush bed! (of course, it is naturally close to the jester, as always.)

he's so down bad for his little doll to the point even the atmosphere changes. the rumor-weavers and painters all are hyperaware of when their lord's most treasured partner grace any of the halls purely because the usual suffocating and lifeless halls seem more vibrant, as if welcoming the one who accompanies their master so dearly. it's like even the spire itself can't lie to YOU, because every aspect of it bends to your will. what was the saying again? like owner, like pet (spire)?

i imagine if reader was in ep 8 and truthless recluse accidentally comes across them he's definitely confused because the spire's eyes literally just glare at him and when he points it out and you turn to look it just looks like a flower path to you because you wanted to head to one of the many rooms the spire constructed

continuing on: it's also good to note that whenever you are around, the residents of the spire swear they see the normally eerie eyes look almost happy, and, wait.... are they forming heart shapes? and everyone knows how obvious it is, because those eyes are exactly like the eyes of the beast of deceit. again, love brings the mighty to their knees.

that's all! i hope u don't mind me lurking here from now on, i really love ur writing style and how you can get the jester to be so accurate to the point i got out of my writing slump to dish out this amalgamation of words 😭🙏

-🃏 anon

No because he's so down bad and EVERYONE knows it. He's just... nicer when you're around yk? The air is less suffocating, the walls are brighter, and there's something gleeful about the spire.

I mean, it's literally an extension of him, so of course it changes around with how he feels. You don't usually get to see it when it's gloomy, because it changes the second you step into it (because Shadow Milk knows you're there long before you get inside.) You just think that's what it's like, and are very surprised when someone suggests it changes for you.

He's aware that it happens, of course, but equally, it's subconscious. He doesn't control when it happens, which makes him a little crazy. You've got quite the hold over him and you don't even know.

If you mention not liking something in the spire, he will change it immediately. Everything, everything! MUST be to your liking if he wishes to convince you to live here with him permanently! It's rather silly, and he makes a huge show of it each time. Adding unnecessary flair and effects to get you giggling -- the halls always seem to brighten at the sound of your laugh.

If you do move in, you get to see a lot more of the spire's range -- aka, more of Shadow Milk. The halls typically have that super happy lighthearted feel wherever you are, but Shadow Milk can't keep them from changing around all the time. Not when he can't control his own emotions 90% of the time.

When he gets jealous, you first get to see them change more negatively. The walls warp and become almost constrictive, particularly toward the cookie who's pissing him off. The atmosphere is heavier, and the eyes around the spire that usually seem so happy are glaring knives into the cookie's back.

When you walk away from the cookie and give those eyes attention, the halls return to their usual bright and happy luster. It's odd to see how they change and move around you, though. You can certainly play with this if you want to, it would be pretty easy to do considering how affected by you he is.