#it was at that moment i understood everything

[goldsainz]

# JB9 — NUMBER ONE GIRL !

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001. SUMMARY !

✯ on a rainy night, you reflect on the growing distance between you and joe, wondering if it’s time to let go.

002. WARNINGS !

✯ angst, emotional distance, talks of self-worth.

003. NOTE !

✯ i loved rosé’s album, and i feel like i haven’t seen enough people praising it??? idk i thought it was spectacular and so beautiful… this is my first written fic for joe so let me know how it is/or leave any feedback!

word count : 1,4k

The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked windows of your apartment. You stared out at the streets below, hands clutching a lukewarm cup of tea that you hadn’t taken a sip from in over an hour. Somewhere in the distance, the faint hum of sirens and car horns echoed, but your mind was locked on a single, unshakable thought—Joe.

The last time you saw him was two weeks ago, when he’d kissed you goodbye on his way to another game. You remembered the way his fingers lingered on your cheek, the way he’d promised to call as soon as he landed. And he did. At first. But as the days passed, the calls became shorter, less frequent. Now, you found yourself checking your phone obsessively, the growing silence between you heavy and suffocating.

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, trying to shake the chill that had settled in your chest. It wasn’t just the distance; it was the feeling that you were slipping further from his world with every passing day. His life was so big, so public, and yours felt so small in comparison. It wasn’t jealousy—at least that’s what you told yourself. It was the gnawing fear that he didn’t need you the way you needed him.

You thought back to when you first met. It wasn’t under the glittering lights of his fame, but in the quiet hum of a coffee shop on a rainy afternoon. He wasn’t the Joe Burrow everyone knew then; he was just Joe, a boy with an easy smile and a laugh that felt like home. You fell in love with his humility, his quiet confidence, the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the room. Back then, his world didn’t feel so far out of reach.

But as his stardom rose, the cracks began to show. The late-night calls where he’d vent about the pressures of the game turned into hurried messages about flights and schedules. The weekends you spent tangled up together in your tiny apartment became rare, replaced by distant conversations and fleeting visits. You’d watch him on TV, surrounded by adoring fans, and wonder if he still saw you the way he used to.

You remembered the fight that changed everything. It was a few months ago, after he missed your birthday. You’d tried to be understanding, telling yourself that his career demanded sacrifices. But when he called that night, his voice distant and distracted, something inside you snapped. You’d told him that you felt like an afterthought, like you were holding onto something that was already slipping away. He’d gone quiet, his silence cutting deeper than any words. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft but firm. “You know how much this means to me. I thought you understood that.”

You’d cried yourself to sleep that night, the weight of his words pressing heavily on your chest. Since then, things had been different. The love was still there, but it felt frayed, like a thread stretched too thin. You wanted to believe that you could find your way back to each other, but the distance—both physical and emotional—felt overbearing.

Now, as you stared out at the rain-soaked streets, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were losing him. And the worst part? You weren’t sure if he even realized it.

The faint buzz of your phone jolted you out of your thoughts. His name flashed on the screen, and for a brief moment, your heart soared. But as you answered, the noise of a busy room greeted you before his voice did.

“Hey,” he said, his tone warm but rushed. “How’s it going?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing a smile he couldn’t see. “Good. Just the usual. How about you?”

“Busy,” he replied, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses in the background. “We just finished a team dinner. I wanted to check in before it got too late.”

“I’m glad you did,” you said softly, but the words felt hollow. The call already felt like an afterthought, something he’d done out of obligation rather than desire.

“How’s work?” he asked after a pause.

“It’s fine,” you replied. “Same old, same old. Nothing exciting happening here.”

“I’m sure you’re still killing it,” he said, his voice softening a little. “You always do.”

You smiled faintly at the compliment, even though it felt distant, like he was saying it out of habit. “Thanks. How’s the team? Everyone holding up okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Everyone’s been putting in the work. I think we’ve got a real shot.”

“That’s great,” you said, genuinely meaning it, but the words still carried a tinge of sadness. You wanted to be more excited, to share in his joy, but it was hard when you felt so far removed from his world.

There was another pause, longer this time. It felt like he was debating whether to say something. “Listen,” he started, “I might not make it back this weekend. Coach wants us to stay focused, and there’s some extra training we’re doing.”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, I figured. It’s fine.”

“You sure?” he asked, his voice dipping slightly, like he knew it wasn’t.

“Yeah,” you lied, forcing a lightness into your tone. “I get it. You’re busy.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised, but the words felt like they were on autopilot. How many times had he said that now? And how many times had you let it slide, convincing yourself that next time would be different?

“Okay,” you whispered, unable to muster anything more.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softening further. “I mean it. I hate being away this much. It’s not fair to you.”

Your throat tightened at the sincerity in his tone, but it only made the ache worse. “I know you’re doing what you have to do, Joe. I just… I miss you.”

There was a beat of silence on his end. “I miss you too,” he said finally, and for a moment, you let yourself believe it. “As soon as I get a break, we’ll do something. Just us. Okay?”

“Okay,” you murmured, even though you weren’t sure you believed him.

After the call ended, you stared at the phone, the screen dark and reflective. In it, you could see the faint outline of your face, tired and drawn. You thought back to the early days, when Joe’s attention felt like sunlight—warm and consuming, leaving no room for doubt. But now, the shadows had crept in, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were fighting for a space in a life that had outgrown you.

The rain outside grew heavier, the droplets cascading down the glass like tears you refused to shed. You wanted to call him back, to tell him everything—how lonely you felt, how much you missed the way things used to be. But what would that change? He was Joe Burrow, star quarterback, the golden boy of a city that adored him. And you? You were just the girl waiting for him to come home.

With a sigh, you set the phone down and turned away from the window. Maybe it was time to stop waiting. Maybe it was time to figure out who you were without him. But as you curled up on the couch, the thought of letting go felt like the hardest thing in the world.

The ache in your chest deepened, and a single tear slipped down your cheek. Maybe it wasn’t just time to figure out who you were without him. Maybe it was time to let him figure out what life was like without you. And maybe—just maybe—he’d realize what he’d lost.

You glanced back at your phone one last time, half expecting another call, a message, something—but the screen remained blank. In the silence of your apartment, you allowed yourself to wonder: if you walked away now, would he even notice? Would he fight for you the way you had always fought for him?

As the night stretched on, the doubt lingered, and the loneliness settled in like an old friend. Because deep down, you feared the answer more than the silence.

[strnilolover]

Hey! I saw another anon ask if matt would sometimes snap at adhd!reader.

Can I request a fic for that please?

Thank you <33

matt hadn’t meant to snap at you—really. but he had such a long day and when he stepped in through the front door and you started rambling to him about something, he just lost it.

matt stepped through the front door, lugging his backpack with him as he let out a huff, shutting the door until it clicked. his head was pounding and his body was exhausted—having had to run errands all day with chris and nick.

he hadn’t even been in the house for more than five minutes before you came bouncing around the corner, having heard the sound of the front door—knowing matt was now home for the day.

“baby!” you yipped, making your way toward him and hugging him quickly. “how was your day? hopefully everything went okay, it was pretty lonely without you here. but i appreciate the little note you left me.” you rambled, pulling away as you looked up. “wanna hear about what i did today? i did quite a bit and i’m actually pre-“

“y/n. enough.” he barked, interrupting your words. your eyes went wide, looking at him like he just hit you. your mouth closed, body slumping slightly. “i can’t deal with this right now.”

his words stung, eyes stinging slightly. he was so—so cold. you nodded, stepping back from him. “fine..” you muttered, turning around and quickly walking away toward the stairs. you could feel your angry bubbling under your skin—he never snaps at you, what did you do?

matt knew he messed up, hands coming up to rub his face, fingers rubbing his temples as he took a few deep breaths. “fuck..” he whispered, setting his bag down as he took a few moments to let you both cool off.

when he finally made his way to your room, he could hear your music playing faintly through the closed door. he sighed, bringing his hand up and knocking against the wood. “go away.” you said, voice faint through the door.

“sweetheart..i’m sorry for snapping at you. i didn’t mean to—i had a long day and i know that doesn’t excuse the tone i gave you.” matt said, resting his forehead against the door. he could hear you sniffle, the sound of sheets ruffling before your feet pattered to the door.

slowly it opened—matt stood up straight. his heart ached when he saw you, a frown pulling at his lips. “i’m so so sorry sweetheart..” he whispered, reaching his arms out, giving you the choice to accept his embrace. you stepped forward, leaning your body into his as his arms wrapped around you.

“you could’ve just��just talked to me.” you muttered into his clothes. “i would’ve understood.” and matt nodded, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “i know..i know and I’m sorry. you didn’t deserve to be snapped at, you didn’t do anything wrong baby.” he reassured, hugging you tighter.

you sighed—the anger melting away. slowly you pulled away from his chest. “just talked to me next time..tell me what you need.”

a/n : blurb (i need to make a long fic soon) ALSO IM FINALLY GETTING TO MY REQUESTS HOLY—

[yeomongi]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 — 𐙚

genre: fluff!!!

pairing: hongjoong x you

word count: ~1k

warnings: one or two quick kiss scenes, emotional distress, joongie is hurt :( no proofread

synopsis: hongjoong comes home injured, frustrated and feeling useless. y/n cares for him, offering love and comfort, showing him it’s okay to lean on someone else.

note: this was so cute i’m so happy w how it turned out!! this was also a request, i hope it’s what anon meant but im not fully sure if i understood correctly 😭 reblogs and interactions appreciated! <3

hongjoong had always been the kind of person to push himself too hard. you knew that the moment you met him. his passion burned bright, almost too bright, like a star on the verge of exploding. it’s what you admired about him, but it’s also what worried you the most.

he’d come home after the tour leg, his arm wrapped in a sling and an apologetic smile playing on his lips. “it’s nothing serious,” he said, his voice soft but firm, trying to reassure you before you could even ask. “just a small sprain. i tripped backstage.”

but the way he winced when you gently helped him out of his coat told you otherwise.

“joong, a sprain doesn’t look like this,” you murmured, carefully unbuttoning his sleeve to examine the swelling on his wrist. his skin was an angry shade of purple, the kind that made your chest ache just looking at it. “why didn’t you say something sooner?”

he shrugged with his good shoulder, his eyes avoiding yours. “i didn’t want to worry you. or the members. or… anyone, really.”

you sighed, the sound heavy with frustration and affection. “you’re unbelievable.”

he chuckled weakly, letting you lead him to the couch. “i know.”

from that moment, it was a constant battle to get him to rest. hongjoong was restless by nature, always scribbling in his notebook, tinkering with his music, or running off to meetings. the injury didn’t stop him from trying to do all of it, even with one hand.

“y/n, i can handle it,” he said one evening when you caught him trying to hold his laptop with his injured arm. you didn’t say anything at first, just crossed the room and gently took the device from his hands, setting it aside.

“you can’t handle it if you don’t give yourself time to heal,” you said softly, crouching down in front of him. his lips parted like he wanted to argue, but when he saw the look in your eyes, he deflated.

“i just feel useless,” he admitted quietly, his head hanging low. “there’s so much to do, and i’m just… sitting here.”

your heart broke a little at the way his voice cracked. you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against his cheeks. his skin was warm beneath your fingertips, and you felt him lean into your touch almost instinctively.

“you’re not useless, hongjoong,” you said firmly, but your voice softened when his gaze flicked to yours, vulnerable and uncertain. “you’re human. you’re allowed to take a break.”

for a moment, he just stared at you, his lips parting as if to speak. but then, instead of answering, he leaned forward—tentatively, hesitantly, like he was testing the waters. your breath caught when his lips brushed against yours, featherlight and shy.

it was so un-hongjoong, so unlike the confident man you were used to, but it made your chest ache in the best way. you kissed him back, just as soft, your hands slipping to the nape of his neck as you pulled him closer.

when you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes fluttering shut as he exhaled shakily. “thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “for everything.”

—

you made it your mission to take care of him after that. you’d help him with the little things, like tying his shoelaces or pouring his tea, even though he’d grumble about being babied. but he never stopped you. in fact, you’d catch him watching you with this soft, grateful smile that made your heart skip every time.

nights were your favorite, though. hongjoong would let his guard down completely then, curling up beside you on the couch while you ran your fingers through his hair. he’d hum softly, the sound vibrating against your side, and you’d feel the tension slowly leave his body.

“you’re too good to me,” he mumbled one night, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

“you deserve it,” you replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

he didn’t say anything after that, but the way he clung to you, his fingers curling around the hem of your shirt, said more than words ever could.

—

it wasn’t easy, of course. there were days when he was irritable, snapping at you over the smallest things, only to apologize profusely minutes later. “i’m sorry, y/n,” he’d say, his voice small and heavy with guilt. “i’m just… frustrated.”

“i know,” you’d reply, pulling him into a hug despite his initial resistance. “it’s okay. i get it.”

and you did. you understood how much it hurt him to feel like he couldn’t do what he loved, like he was letting everyone down. but you also knew he needed to let himself be vulnerable, to let someone else carry the weight for once.

slowly but surely, he started to heal—not just physically, but emotionally, too. he let you take care of him without protest, and in return, he took care of you in the little ways he could. like leaving you sticky notes on the fridge with messages like “don’t forget to eat <3” or making you playlists filled with songs he knew you’d love.

—

“you’re the best, you know that?” he said one afternoon, his voice warm and genuine as he watched you carefully bandage his wrist.

you laughed softly, shaking your head. “you’re just saying that because i’m your personal nurse right now.”

“no, i mean it,” he insisted, his eyes locking onto yours. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

the sincerity in his voice made your cheeks flush, and you looked away, focusing on securing the bandage. “well, lucky for you, you don’t have to find out.”

he grinned at that, reaching out with his good hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “lucky for me, indeed.”

and in that moment, with his fingers brushing against your skin and his eyes shining with affection, you realized just how much you meant to each other. no matter how many times life knocked him down, you’d always be there to pick him back up—and he’d do the same for you.

because that’s what love was. it wasn’t perfect or easy, but it was worth it. and with hongjoong, it always would be.

[ghostgirl-22]

i like the idea that art doesn’t masturbate without patrick, it’s some weird hang up he has, idk. anyway, patrick knows this and will go long periods of time without masturbating just to torment art <3

Oh I love your mind darling <33

CW: 18+ !NSFW! Explicit

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It probably started getting Pavlovian pretty quickly. Art needs to do it with Patrick at the same time or he can’t finish. Literally can’t come. It’s like Art understood everything Patrick taught him about touching himself except that people normally do it alone. Not with their roommates or friends. Definitely not in the same bed, while talking to each other about how good it feels. Patrick guiding him through it till he’s filling an old school sock with jizz, while gasping and breathing in Patrick’s ear, then falling asleep on Patrick’s chest.

But after years and years, it’s a whole thing. It might be okay with Patrick if Art wasn’t so repressed in every other fucking way. Patrick wakes up often with his fingers tangled in golden curls, legs intertwined with Art’s long soft ones, usually fully aroused. And then it’s just Art disengaging. Pretending none of it’s anything and they’re just bros. And it’s okay. It’s fine. Art has all kinds of ticks and weird hang ups this is just another one to add to the list. And Patrick doesn’t usually want to pass up an opportunity to have Art moaning in his bed even if it’s fucking frustrating after. Hell, it’d be nice if he could get a kiss every once in a while, Patrick actively fantasizes about putting his lips on Art’s, but that would mean acknowledging it. Which Art would never do.

Patrick isn’t vindictive. He swears he’s not. He just likes teasing. And Art is so high strung and easy to tease. And fine, maybe he does want to torment him a little. The same way he torments Patrick. Making it feel so intimate and sexual and then pushing Patrick away saying sex has nothing to do with it.

So some nights when Art gets in his bed, or asks if Patrick wants to put the mattresses on the floor and lie in the center of the room, usually an indication that he’s horny and wants to jerk off, because he’s never gonna be direct about it. Patrick will go through the motions, having already jerked off in the shower before bed and he’ll just pretend to be sleepy, or too caught up in the movie or whatever they’re watching and wait to see what Art will do. Patrick’s done it for a day or two in a row before, just curious about how Art would react. Usually he doesn’t do anything. He’s pretty passive. But recently Patrick’s been stretching the time.

It’s been two weeks now and Patrick can tell Art is losing it. He doesn’t even have a girlfriend at the moment so he’s got no way to release.

“Patrick,” he whines when Patrick feigns sleepiness.

”Yeah?” Patrick sighs, stretching out.

“Um…”

He can tell Art is frustrated, wants to complain but doesn’t know how without acknowledging it. Patrick smiles to himself and rolls over pretending to be so sleepy.

“Um can’t we… can’t we…”

“What?” Patrick rolls his eyes, he can’t even say it.

“I was hoping we could… you know,” he says, he sounds so whiny and desperate. He’s been dizzy all week. Barely able to focus on school or tennis. So fucking pent up. He’s horny all the time, cheeks always in full blush, eyes always dilated. So many ruined orgasms when he tries to do it alone. Near constant blue balls, erections flagging and coming back at all kinds of weird times. Like when he has to hide it during class when their 45 year old English professor walks in wearing a knee length skirt. All because he can’t make himself come unless he’s in bed with Patrick and Patrick’s doing it with him.

“What?” Patrick says.

“Patrick, you know,” Art whines. “We haven’t done it in forever.”

“Done what, I’m so tired,” Patrick fakes a yawn. “Practice has been kicking my ass.”

Art doesn’t say anything for a minute and then, “You’re fucking doing it on purpose,” he mutters, quietly.

“Doing what on purpose, sunshine? Sleeping?”

”Can we just fucking jerk off? Please Patrick, it hurts,” Art cries. The first time he’s outright asked for it.

Patrick smiles and rolls over. Art is flushed, his clear blue eyes are wet and he’s doing that pathetic shivering, sniffling thing he does when he cries. Patrick’s cock is filling up so fucking fast.

He touches Art’s swollen cock lightly, “Oh sweetheart,” Patrick says, pretending to be surprised, like he hasn’t felt it night after night. Rising and eventually flagging when Art falls into a fitful sleep. Art’s eyes flutter closed from the slightest touch, the tears pooled inside spilling down his cheeks as he sniffles and hums. Patrick watches him, Art starts grabbing at it too while Patrick slips it out and starts touching him properly. He’s moaning like it’s such a fucking relief for him, and fine, Patrick’s going to cave.

“You really can’t do this without me, can you sweetheart?” Patrick whispers.

“Mm, need it,” Art moans, lost in headspace. Patrick doesn’t usually get to touch him but now that he has he’s not sure he ever wants to stop, their hands are tangled up together sliding up and down, along the length. He gets a little more daring and leans in pressing his lips against Art’s parted ones.

Art is still, just breathing into Patrick’s mouth. Patrick teases his tongue along Art’s bottom lip and Art sighs. Then all at once Patrick feels Art’s tongue darting into his mouth and they’re kissing. And it feels so much better, so much more erotic than anything Patrick imagined. He doesn’t want to stop touching Art but he’s so hard he finds himself rubbing off along Art’s thigh.

Art barely reacts. He’s moaning, licking into Patrick’s mouth, so wet, he’s got his tongue all over the place. He starts shivering minutes later, gasping, and Patrick can feel the sudden rush of fluid along his palm where he’s gripping Art’s heated cock and suddenly Art is painting him with so much come.

It gets all over Patrick’s pajama pants, some of it on his stomach where his t-shirts riding up, thick heated ropes of it and Art is just whining against his lips as it pours out of him. He’s so loud their neighbors can probably hear him.

It’s so fucking hot, Patrick knows he isn’t going to last. Art is breathless, panting against Patrick’s lips when he’s done. And Patrick’s using some of Art’s spend as lube when he shoves his hand into his own pants and starts jerking himself off.

He comes one second after Art begins actively kissing him again. Then they’re just kissing, kissing, kissing. Slow, deliberate, wet kisses, while Art explores every inch of Patrick’s mouth with his tongue. They’re doing it for what feels like hours but is probably less than thirty minutes before Art is pushing himself up. “I gotta pee,” he says, stumbling to his feet. His hair’s all over the place, skin flushed, lips kiss swollen, eyes so bright. Sunshine.

Patrick knows Art needs to clean up, it’s another one of his things. He can’t sleep with it all over like that. So he changes his clothes while Art is in the bathroom and then uses it himself. Nothing changes after that, Art falls asleep on top of him. Patrick wakes up in the morning, all tangled up with him. He’s disappointed when Art wakes up and pulls away from him disappearing into the bathroom. Imagining that last night just made things even more fucking confusing. But then Art comes out and crawls back onto the bed to curl up with him, until it’s time to get ready for class and even lets Patrick kiss him on the cheek. And Patrick decides it was definitely worth it.

(Sorry if this doesn’t make sense, it’s even less proofread than usual and I’m all over the place writing lots lol)

[fairyminnie444]

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your subconscious is simpler than you think it is

you are NOT persisting if you are checking 3D and waiting for you DR!

you don’t try to manifest

Manifesting is instantly

how should I see the role of other people in my reality?

ENDING the cycle of main frequent doubts that arise in our minds once and for all

“At your command”

EIYPO explained for you to understand and absorb

do you sometimes have that feeling that you NEED TO DO SOMETHING/TAKE ACTION to receive what you want?

“BIG” manifestations

What’s the “secret”?

Why You Can Change Your Physical Appearance and Overcome the Limitations of Biology

Why Others’ Manifestations Can’t Block Yours

I already know everything!! How do I apply this to my routine?

The “Sabbath State”

Yes, it’s perfectly okayyyy if you forget or get distracted by your routine.

affirmations to make it easier and “faster”

the ultimate post u need to LET GO

understanding your EGO so you don’t let it hold you back anymore

how to feel your desire in a natural way even if it seems unlikely?

even a negative view of circumstances can lead you to a positive one

manifesting $100,000 is as easy as manifesting $1

you already understood that! you are already there!

𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤

manifesting is supposed to be fun, light and easy!

~bad moments~ along the way happen, instead of ignoring them how to deal with them?

Act like the GOD you know you are.

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𝓐𝓢𝓚𝓢 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

i want to increase my height

what if my desires stay in imagination ans never externalize?

can we manifest multiple sps?

time travel

What if others also try to manifest my celebrity sp…

how do you/did you convince yourself that manifesting/LOA is real

dealing with the 3D when it comes to using LOA (living in the wish fulfilled)

doubts affect my manifesting?

How does one take a very famous person « off the pedestal » in order to manifest them?

I want to change my birth name but i have to sign documental stuff

How I could live in the end when revising smth that if materialized would totally change my live in the 3d?

SPEC method

will it still manifest what we want even if we don’t have a clear picture on it?

I need help with my imagination.

how do i know if it's just taking its time or if i'm doing something wrong?

Can you go deeper into days/weeks of the 3D not changing and how to persist throughout the whole day when you're doing things?

What are your thoughts about getting back people who have p@ssed away? REVISION

YT Channels (sub, meditations, mentors)

I want to manifest the absence of something I've been experiencing for a long time (health and wellness related).

work on my self concept / deal with people who criticize or make me feel drained

simple breakdown to help you manifest your SP even if it feels delusional right now

trying to manifest a modeling career

manifest changing appearance and dna, but i also want to change my past to always have been this appearance and my parents too

everytime i think something is "never going to happen" or "hmm i've never seen xyz" it ends up happening?!?!

How can I manifest when I absolutely don't believe that I can?

how can i use daydreaming and listening to songs while manifesting?

someone asked me about my sp. what should I do in this case?

why is consuming more information about this law considered to be coming from lack when doing something in the 3d that "opposes your desire" not considered to be coming from lack?

I have too many things to manifest so what should I do? advice to me in harsh way

struggle with is my celeb sp and my dream job

how would you manifest hectochromia eyes?

EIYPO everything like a puppet and me it’s master pulling the strings? Does it mean that “ancestors,” “angels,” etc. are not existent, only me?

Why Some Manifestations Work Effortlessly

advices for manifesting with mental disorders

can manifest such extreme beauty that everyone in a shopping mall turns to look at me. Even though I'm not the standard and I'm common

I’m manifesting a new face, but visualising it doesn’t make me feel anything?

how do i make sure that happens for certain? i'm scared it won't

What do you think about manifesting being immortal?

+ tips on manifesting a bf/significant other

struggling with feeling the feelings and believing that it’ll happen.

I can never manifest anything related to MONEY purely

date with the guy I like However, I am a very physically insecure girl and I am too scared and nervous.

i dont know what i did wrong, i really thought this would work, i was sure about it but it didn’t and i can’t helped but feel discouraged

I have a fear that some of my manifestation will dissapear

If everything we are seeing in the 3D is assumptions we made through our life, why does sometimes when we are like 100% sure of something and then we figured it is not?

was confident, my affirmation was "no matter how and what, i have all A's" but alas i did in fact not get all A's.

i WANT to see a people who actually manifested things that changed their past, their reality

i wanna manifest more lenient parents

I’m religious so I believe in a higher power/god, but I do still believe in my own power/ Will this hinder my manifestation process because I believe in a higher power?

What am I doing wrong? SP related

how can i.. like manifest or just "undo" it??

I want to manifest my natural hair color being blond, but i have black hair and also my parents, do i have to detail everyone in my family who is blonde for my new genes?

I feel like I can't anymore, that I'm giving in… I feel stuck

i’m really confused in the living in the end thing and others things in my manifestation

I simply want to be like those people who are successful in curing their illnesses

what do you recommend me doing to change my birth year while not ignoring the reality and still living in the end?

Can our negative thoughts manifest if we think them for a long time and then stop thinking them?

How to use chatpgt to clear doubts and manifest

Tips for beginners

why do some people's jokes manifest if they don't assume those jokes are true?

how to stop paying attention to old failed attempts

How do you deal with hopelessness or desperation.

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[mybelovedvi]

for a moment, violet.

the sun dips below the skyline of piltover, casting a soft glow across the city's rooftops. the air is thick with the hum of distant machinery and the occasional rumble of a carriage passing by on the cobbled roads. but, nestled in the quiet corners of the city's upper districts, a different kind of peace hung in the air.

vi leans against the railing of her balcony, staring out to the horizon with her arms crossed and a faint smile tugging at her lips. the day had been long- another round of patrols through the undercity and then a brief run in with some less than friendly faces- but here, in this moment of stillness, she feels an unusual sense of tranquility.

she takes a deep breath, savouring the crisp evening air as it mingles with the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below. for once, she doesn't have to worry about someone trying to take her down. for once, she can just be... vi. not the enforcer, not the pitfighter, not the protector of zaun, but simply the girl who'd found her way to this beautiful yet fleeting moment.

the soft click of boots on the floor behind her breaks her reverie. she doesn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"you okay?" your voice, gentle and warm, carries across the space between you. a subconscious smile tugs at the corner of vi's lips.

"just thinking," vi says, her gaze still fixed on the horizon. she hears you approaching, the gentle swish of your clothes as you step closer. your presence is like a calm breeze, steady and sure.

coming up beside her, you rest your arms on the railing like she is and follow her line of vision. for a moment, neither of you speak, the only sound the quiet rhythm of the city's life continuing in the background.

"what about?" you ask eventually, voice laced with curiosity.

she chuckles. "i don't know. life, i guess." she pauses, turning her head to meet your gaze. "how weird is it to actually have a moment where nothing's blowing up or falling apart. just... quiet."

"it's nice, isn't it?" your eyes soften as you look out across the city, and vi catches a glimpse of something vulnerable behind your usual expression.

she reaches out, her hand brushing yours in an unspoken gesture of comfort. the warmth between you wasn't new, but it felt different tonight- more real, more grounding. you shift your hand softly, fingers curling around vi's, and for a moment, you stand there, silently connected by the shared weight of your lives.

"you know," vi begins, breaking the silence. "i never really thought i'd get to have moments like this." she trails off, her voice just a touch quieter. you understood- she didn't need to say more.

"yeah, me neither," you murmur, your thumb brushing lightly over vi's knuckles, calloused and bruised from years of fighting. "but you know what? we've got each other now."

vi smiles, her heart swelling with an emotion she didn't quite know how to name. it's not just the thrill of your shared adventures or the adrenaline of the victories. no, this... this was something deeper. this was trust, something steady in a world that had never offered much stability.

in that moment, nothing matters aside from the quiet of the evening and the warmth of your hand in hers. and for the first time in a while, you felt like maybe everything would be okay.

"yeah," vi says softly. "we've got each other."

[psychoticallykind]

Prompt: Name

"Name" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 555 words

Warning, sort of: Vague Death Threat

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"Regulus."

"No."

"Darling."

"No."

"Love."

"No."

"Reg."

"Not happening."

"Regulus."

"James, I don't care how many times you say my name, it's not happening."

Everything went quiet for a moment, and Regulus thought maybe James had given up.

"I really love the shirt you're wearing today."

James's tone - soft and quiet, just loud enough to reach Regulus through the door - made his cheeks burn, and he scowled at the closed door.

"Green is a beautiful color on you. Sometimes I see you in green, and I think it might be my new favorite color. You make everything look so pretty, Reg. I don't think I really understood how a color should look before I saw it on you."

Regulus closed his eyes, trying not to melt at the words.

"You're just - Merlin, you're everything, do you know that? You're everything to me. And I've never seen you as anything less than breathtakingly radiant."

"If I keep the door closed, then you'll never have to," Regulus replied.

"If you keep the door closed, I can't perform the counter-charm."

"It'll wear off on its own."

"In ten hours, Reg. You have to eat something."

"I'll be fine."

"Regulus, darling, love of my life. Please."

"No."

There was a quiet sigh. "Do I get a reason?"

Regulus considered. "You'll laugh at me."

"I promise you I won't."

"You will."

"Regulus."

"No."

"Okay," James said. "Alright. We can sit here for nine more hours."

Regulus frowned. "You don't have to stay."

"Love, I'm staying."

Regulus was sure he'd leave eventually. "You'll get bored."

"Probably, yeah."

Regulus rolled his eyes. "And what, you'll still sit there?"

"Yes. I'll be right here when you do come out."

Regulus huffed. Then he unlocked the door. "If you laugh at me, I'm breaking up with you."

"I'll never, I promise."

Regulus didn't believe it for a second. "It's unlocked."

"May I come in?"

Regulus rolled his eyes. "I said it's unlocked, didn't I?"

"I still need your permission, love."

Warmth spilled through Regulus's veins, and he grinned involuntarily. "You have my permission. Come in."

"Thank you." The door swung gently inward, and James stepped into the bathroom. He visibly bit down on his smile when he saw Regulus.

"You said you wouldn't laugh," Regulus reminded him, crossing his arms.

"And I'm not," James replied, visibly amused. "It's just - well. You know."

"I know." Regulus glared. "Fix it?"

"Of course." James murmured the spell, and Regulus's bright yellow skin returned to its normal shade. "There, all better."

"Hmph." Regulus fell forward, letting James catch his weight. "That was an awful spell."

"Yes, Sirius and Barty were dealing with Snape when I left," James replied, smoothing his hands down Regulus's back. "And I think Pandora was about to help."

"Hope she kills him," Regulus muttered.

James hummed. "Usually I'd try to curb the violence, but this time I kind of agree."

"I was yellow," Regulus whispered in horror. "Yellow, James."

There was a muffled sound, and Regulus bit down on James's shoulder.

"Ow." James ruffled his hair. "Sorry. Yes, it was awful. I'm so sorry that he turned you - um, that he -" James dissolved into laughter. "-yellow. Such a bright shade of yellow."

Regulus scowled, holding James closer. "I'm breaking up with you."

James broke down laughing again.

Against his will, Regulus felt himself smile.

[mrsarnold]

girlll i swear every time i see your blog its getting prettier and prettier 😭😭😭 nowww how about some percy x oblivious!reader? where he tries EVERYTHING to hint at his feelings but reader still doesn’t see it 😭

can you see me im waiting for the right time. ۫ ꣑ৎ .

syn : in the req !!

pair : percy jackson x fem!reader

warn : fluffy fluff, reader is oblivious, kisses, reader is a lil slow but its ok!!

note : im glad you love my theme !! sparkle divider creds : @bernardsbendystraws

percy jackson was losing his mind. He’d tried everything to show that he loved you. from sharing his favorite snacks, giving you his hoodie, and letting you win at capture the flag—but you still didn’t get it. Every time you called him your “best friend,” he felt like he was sinking faster than he ever could in the ocean. No matter how many hints he dropped, you stayed blissfully oblivious, leaving Percy wondering what it would take for you to finally see how much he liked you.

"percy look at this seashell", you said excitedly reaching down to grab the loner seashell. percy was so out of it he didn't even realize the seashell. he was thinking about how to tell you how he feels without being awkward.

when you realized his dozeout look you quickly stood up and walked over to him. "Perc? you ok", you asked gently trying to get his attention. he snapped out of his daze and nodded awkwardly, "yea just thinking i guess."

You tilted your head, unconvinced. “Thinking about what?” you asked, your voice laced with genuine curiosity. Percy hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck—a nervous habit you’d seen a hundred times before but never quite understood. “Uh, just… stuff,” he muttered, his cheeks tinged pink as he avoided your gaze. You frowned but decided not to push him.

Instead, you held out the seashell, changing the subject. “Isn’t this one cool? It’s got this swirl pattern, kinda like a mini hurricane.” Percy took it from you, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, it’s… cool,” he said, but his voice lacked its usual energy. He wasn’t looking at the seashell; he was looking at you, wondering if you’d ever realize that the “stuff” on his mind was you—always you.

"well imma go get more", you said smiling brightly before walking away, leaving him to think. then a idea popped into that brain of his.

Percy walked around the whole beach to collect some seashells, pretty omes to your liking.

once he got all the ones he needed he started to spell out something on the sand with the shells. once he finished it spelt out, 'i heart you.'

Percy stepped back to admire his work, his heart pounding as he glanced at the seashell message shimmering in the sunlight. It wasn’t elaborate, but it was the best he could think of—simple and honest, just like how he felt about you. He stood there for a moment, debating whether to call you over or let you find it on your own.

When he finally spotted you walking back, a handful of new seashells in your arms, he felt a rush of nerves. “Hey, uh, can you come here for a sec?” he called out, trying to sound casual.

You glanced up, smiling as you made your way toward him. “What’s up, Perc? Did you find something cool?”

He motioned toward the ground, unable to form any words. You followed his gaze and froze when you saw the shells arranged neatly in the sand. “I heart you?” you read aloud, looking back at him in confusion. “You heart me? Like… as a friend, or—?”

Percy’s face burned, and he scratched the back of his neck. “Not as a friend,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled when he said that making him a little less nervous. "But y'know it's ok if you don't like me back i just thought i should something-", before he could finish you leaned up and connected thebtwo of you's lips.

"i like you too percy", you mumbled out between kisses making him smile against the kiss.

[lilreidgirl]

My boy

Summary: You have an affair with a married man and get the consequences and they are not exactly bad

Warnings: MDNI(18+), fingering, unprotected sex (don´t), cheating (Spencer is married to Maeve), religious talk kinda??, swearing, praise, storyline is a bit rushed!, NOT PROOFREAD, SORRY

WC: ~1.8k

A/N: ---

You knew it was wrong. Very wrong. Sleeping with a married man was something you swore you would never do. Every time it happened on TV you’d turn to your mother and say, “How could they ever do that?”, and shed answer with “Love is complicated. You´ll understand one day.” And you did, the fateful day you met Spencer was the day you understood. Although not really, more so that it was multiple weeks where you little by little realized that yes, love was complicated.

You had met Maeve a few times, team dinners and get-togethers that she attended, she was pretty, kind, smart, everything Spencer could ever even dream of having. Almost right out of the bat you started crushing on him, noticing how damn attractive he was and how kind hearted his personality shown on the people around him.

It wasn’t until he showed up at your hotel one night, tears staining his cheeks and manifesting in his eyes, that you saw a more vulnerable, honest side of him. He had had a fight with Maeve, again he had said. You sat crisscross on the end of your bed, facing his body that was slumped onto your mattress, legs hanging off the edge.

He expressed his feelings about how hard it’s been and how she can’t seem to even try to understand what he’s going through, your heart shattered at his confessions. As he lay there, in your hotel bed, staring at you in silence like you had the answer to all his problems, you couldn’t stop yourself from moving a hand to his solemn face, brushing a messy loose strand of his hair off of his forehead.

When you heard the way his inhales and exhales quickened and deepened, your hand stilled any movements. A silence took over the room, one where the world stood still, your eyes trained on each other’s. Then before you knew it and could truly processes the horrible moral sin of an action that it was, you leaned down and kissed him.

At first, it was only your lips moving but after a small moment where you were just about to pull away because your thoughts finally took in how wrong it was, he kissed you back. Large hands gripped the sides of your face, fingers dug into the strands of your hair as his plump lips skillfully lapped over your own. His tongue had made its way into your mouth as you moved to straddle his hips, holding yourself up on his chest with your hands.

And in the back of your mind, you knew: this was wrong. But for that fleeting, shattering moment, it didn’t feel wrong at all.

It was wrong when you both stripped all your clothes and left each other bare, it was wrong when he sank his length into you; making you moan out his name in pleasure, it was wrong when he pumped his cock in and out of you at a perfectly paced rhythm, hitting all of the right spots, it was wrong when you both came at the same time; muttering “ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod” as you did, it was wrong when the last thing you whispered to each other before you drifted off to sleep was “I love you”.

It was wrong, but it sure as hell didn’t feel wrong, it felt perfect. And every time you guys slept together after that also felt perfect. Of course, you both knew how horrible it was, you tried talking about it but it never really played out to even be considered a full conversation.

You pushed the door open, peeking through the crack you had created. Spencer sat on his couch, elbows held on his knees as he persistently ran his hands through his already unruly hair. “Everything okay?” You asked, not missing the irony of asking that question while you slipped out of the shared bedroom of him and his wife that was currently away on a business trip, and into their living room.

He looked up, eyes travelling over you as his brain lagged and took in the fact that you had spoken. “Oh uh- yeah…”

With a face that very clearly told him you didn’t believe him, you made your way towards him, crawling onto his lap, feet resting on the couch as you leaned the side of your upper body onto his chest and your head onto his shoulder. “Really?” You asked.

A sigh left him and a moment of silence followed before he spoke up. “I… I um…” You traced a line down his chest with your finger hoping to give him some comfort with the action and your words, “Don’t worry, you can tell me,” you tried to reassure. “Maeve and I…” Your skin prickled at the mention of her name, fear ensuing you that maybe he had decided to finally end things with you for her, “We´re getting a divorce. I told her.”

The shock you felt for a moment after his words was quickly flushed out by the excitement and joy you felt. You knew though that your happiness over his impending divorce probably isn’t what he needed right now so you forced back the smile that threatened to present itself on your face. “Oh, I’m… sorry?”

Honestly, you were very unsure of how you were supposed to react to that. He chuckled as he lifted you up enough to make sure your legs were straddling his own. “No being sorry, baby, you’re allowed to be happy.” As you settled on his thighs you smiled, leaning in to peck his lips repeatedly.

“So does this mean we´ll be like officially together now?” Your voice was filled with glee and hope. “Yes. I’m all yours.” Both of you grinned as you kissed him again, this kiss was longer, more meaning full.

His hands found their way to your hips like they had countless times before, moving you against him as you breathed heavily into his mouth. When your relentless grinding on his hardening length didn’t seem to be enough anymore, he encircled your waist with his arm and spun you both around, laying you on the soft material of his couch.

Your legs moved to wrap around his waist but he gently pushed them down, instead grasping the hem of the shirt of his you wore and pulling it over your head and onto the floor. “So gorgeous. You are so incredibly gorgeous, princess,” he breathed out as he took you in, only clad in a flimsy pair of underpants.

He ducked his head down, kissing all the way from your neck to your abdomen, the kisses weren’t to mark you as his or to prove anything, they were an expression of the absolute love and affection he felt for you. He came face to face with your covered core, pressing a teasingly soft kiss on where he was sure your clit was; eliciting a giggle and a squirm from you.

Soon enough, you found yourself staring up at him again, but that quickly died down when he claimed your lips in yet another passion filled kiss. His fingers trailed down your stomach, fiddling with the material of your panties for a moment before pulling it down your legs, leaving them to rest at the apex of your now bent knees.

Without any warning he plunged two fingers into your entrance, immediately curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside of you. He moved his fingers as he stared in awe as you withered away from the kiss to release an epiphany of moans.

Once he was satisfied and sure that you were wet and ready, he extracted his digits, licking them clean before he pulled down your panties the entire way down your legs and his boxers along with them.

Your head, that was already thrown back, lulled into the couch even harder as he slowly and carefully sunk into your inviting hole and warmth. “I love you, I love you so much, such a pretty girl, my pretty girl,” he praised as he drew his hips back and snapped them forward, peppering kisses all over your collarbone.

Your head reeled as you spewed out whimpers and moans in return. This time felt different, different than any time before. It was the first time it wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t a distraction from Spencer´s shitty marriage and it wasn’t some comfort for you after a bad day, it was a profound, unfiltered declaration of your love for each other.

One of his hands founds its way between your bodies during the hazy love making, starting to gently rub circles upon your sensitive clit. “Oh! Oh god! Fuck, Spencer, I’m close! I’m close,” you squeaked, holding onto his shoulders tightly as he quickened his hips and his finger.

“I know, angel, I know.” Spencer wasn’t a religious man, under no means, but he was pretty sure that you were the closest thing to divinity he´ll ever be able to understand.

“Come for me,” he ordered in a soft tone. Just a few seconds after his words, you did as he said, your orgasms washing over you in a way that felt like both a small calm beautiful stream and a wild strong breathtaking ocean. Spencer followed quickly, the sensation of you clenching around him being as heavenly as he would image heaven.

After he had fucked you both through your intense highs, pulled out and carried you to the bathroom to pee and take a shower, you found yourselves resting on the terrace, dressed in comfy clothes and wrapped up in a warm blanket.

“Are you going to have to move out? Cause I only have a one bedroom. But I do want to move in with you. Or is it too soon? Do you think she told the team? They’re gonna hate us-!” You rambled nervously, leaving the hot chocolate Spencer had made you unattended in your hands.

“Hey, hey, calm down, honey, it’ll be fine. We´ll talk about this later, alright? Right now you have an extremely beautiful sunset In front you, an unbelievably attractive man beside you and a really tasty hot chocolate said unbelievably attractive man made you,” he reassured, grinning proudly as he spoke his last sentence.

“Oh, unbelievably attractive, huh?” you teased.

“Yes, incredibly, unbelievably attractive.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Okay, I can get on board with that but my hot chocolate is 1000 times better than this.” You shrugged and gave him a smile before turning to take in the sunset before you.

“Honestly? You’re completely right.”

@emma-e-a

[faithsotherhouseofchaos]

This is a really specific request so it's absolutely fine if you don't feel comfortable doing it but protective Liam standing up for his autistic gf to her dad or older man family member who keeps being willfully ignorant and making comments

Support||Liam Lawson x fem!autistic!reader

Word count—769

Liam’s patience finally snapped as the older man—her father—leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a smug look on his face. The latest comment had been the tipping point.

“I just don’t get why everything has to be so complicated with you,” her father said, his voice dripping with condescension. “You make a big deal out of nothing, and it’s like… people walk on eggshells around you. Life doesn’t work like that.”

Liam glanced at his girlfriend, who sat rigidly beside him. Her eyes were fixed on her lap, her fingers twisting anxiously around the hem of her shirt. He could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she was trying to shrink into herself, and it made his blood boil.

“Enough,” Liam said, his voice firm and steady.

Her father raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“I said enough,” Liam repeated, standing. “This isn’t okay. And it hasn’t been okay for a long time.”

Her father leaned forward, clearly affronted. “Listen, young man—”

“No, you listen,” Liam cut him off, his tone sharp but controlled. “I’ve sat here all night listening to you talk down to her, dismiss her feelings, and act like her autism is some kind of inconvenience for you. And I’m done with it.”

Her father blinked, clearly unused to being challenged. “I’m not being dismissive. I’m just saying she makes things harder than they need to be. Back in my day, people didn’t have all these labels. We just got on with life.”

Liam let out a short, humorless laugh. “Right. And how’s that working out for you? Ignoring reality doesn’t make it go away. It just makes you blind to it. Autism isn’t a ‘label.’ It’s part of who she is. And what you call ‘making things harder’ is just her trying to exist in a world that wasn’t built for people like her.”

“She’s fine,” her father said dismissively. “She just needs to toughen up.”

Liam’s voice rose, his frustration spilling out. “She’s already tougher than you’ll ever understand! Do you have any idea how much courage it takes for her to face people like you every day? To advocate for herself when people constantly dismiss her? You’re supposed to be her family. You’re supposed to support her. And instead, you make her feel small.”

“Liam…” his girlfriend murmured, tugging at his arm. Her voice was quiet, but there was a waver in it that broke his heart.

He turned to her, his expression softening. “No, you don’t deserve this,” he said gently but firmly. “You’ve been putting up with this for too long, and it’s not fair to you.”

Her father threw up his hands. “Oh, come on. I’m her father. I know her better than you do. She’s just being dramatic.”

Liam’s jaw tightened, and he turned back to the older man. “You don’t know her better than she knows herself. And if you think this is ‘dramatic,’ then you haven’t been paying attention. She’s told you what she needs. She’s told you how to support her. And every time, you’ve ignored it. Do you have any idea how much that hurts her? How much that undermines her?”

Her father opened his mouth, but Liam didn’t let him speak. “You think you’re the authority on her life because you’re her dad? You’re not. She is. And it’s about time you started listening to her instead of dismissing everything she says. Because if you keep this up, you’re going to lose her.”

The words hit like a hammer, and her father’s bravado faltered. For a moment, he looked genuinely unsure of himself.

“She’s not asking for anything unreasonable,” Liam continued, his voice quieter now but still firm. “She just wants to be understood. Respected. Loved for who she is, not who you think she should be. That’s not coddling. That’s what family is supposed to do.”

The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the sound of his girlfriend taking a shaky breath. She looked up at Liam, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Liam turned back to her father, his tone softening just slightly. “You still have a chance to fix this. But it starts with you admitting that you’ve been wrong. And it starts with you trying. Really trying.”

Her father looked down at his hands, clearly uncomfortable. For the first time that evening, he seemed to be grappling with Liam’s words.

Liam reached for his girlfriend’s hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. “You’re not alone in this,” he said to her softly, his voice filled with quiet determination. “Not anymore.”

[airybcby]

This new event seems so cool!!! Can we get Karasu w/ 🍊 and 🍫

(The orange chocolate addiction definitely hasn’t influenced this request.)

of course !

a karasu tabito chocolate covered orange

જ⁀♡⊹｡° memories i never can escape

♡ a/n — for my more than a married couple event :)

♡ content — karasu tabito x gn! reader, gn! reader, ex bf! karasu, pining (karasu) , talks of the past, slight feelings coming back?, unrequited love, karasu needed to "focus on his career", set in high school

♡ synopsis — Loving Karasu Tabito once had been hard enough. Loving him again would destroy you.

If someone had told you that Karasu Tabito would reappear in your life after everything that happened, you wouldn’t have believed them.

You’d spent the better part of a year trying to forget him. Trying to forget how things ended between the two of you.

It wasn’t a messy breakup—no screaming, no slamming doors, no vicious words hurled in anger. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Karasu had told you he needed to focus on his career. That soccer was everything to him, and he couldn’t give you the time or attention you deserved. You didn’t argue. You didn’t cry.

You just smiled—softly, sadly—and told him you understood.

And then you left.

It was the kind of ending that didn’t leave scars, but something deeper. An ache that lingered in the quiet moments when your mind wandered back to him.

When you saw his name listed as your partner for the marriage simulation program, your stomach twisted painfully.

You considered withdrawing, coming up with some excuse to get reassigned, but you didn’t.

Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was something else.

Either way, you found yourself standing at the door of the shared apartment, your suitcase in hand, and Karasu Tabito opening the door.

“Hey,” he said, his voice familiar but hesitant.

“Hey,” you replied, stepping inside without meeting his eyes.

The apartment was modern but small, with a kitchen that bled into the living room and two bedrooms down the hall.

“This is...unexpected,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” you said shortly, brushing past him. “It is.”

The first few days passed in a blur of awkward silences and stilted conversations.

Karasu tried to break the ice, cracking jokes and making casual comments, but you weren’t ready.

You kept your distance, throwing yourself into the program tasks and avoiding him as much as possible.

But Karasu wasn’t one to give up easily.

It started with small things.

Like how he remembered exactly how you took your coffee and made it for you every morning without asking.

Or how he insisted on carrying the heavier groceries up the stairs, even when you told him not to.

And then there were the moments when he looked at you—not with pity or regret, but with something softer. Something you couldn’t quite name.

One evening, the two of you were tasked with preparing a mock date night.

“Let’s make it casual,” Karasu said as he cooked dinner, his sleeves rolled up and his hair tied back. “Something low-key, like old times.”

The mention of old times made your chest tighten, but you nodded.

When the table was set, and the food was served, you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’ve gotten better at cooking,” you said, taking a bite.

“I had to,” he replied with a smirk. “Turns out, living off instant ramen isn’t sustainable.”

The conversation flowed easily after that, like it used to before everything fell apart.

Later that night, as you washed the dishes together, he broke the silence.

“I miss this,” he said quietly.

You froze, your hands submerged in soapy water.

“I miss us,” he continued. “I miss you.”

You swallowed hard, refusing to look at him. “Don’t, Tabito. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“I do mean it,” he said, his voice firm. “I never stopped meaning it.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. “You left, remember? You chose soccer over us.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I thought I was protecting you from a life where you came second to my career.”

“And what about now?” you asked, turning to face him. “What’s changed?”

“I have,” he said, stepping closer. “I know I screwed up, and I know I can’t undo the past. But if there’s any chance—any chance at all—I want to try again.”

For a moment, you let yourself believe him.

You let yourself imagine what it would be like to have him back in your life, to rebuild what you’d lost.

But then reality set in.

“You haven’t changed, Tabito,” you said softly, shaking your head. “Soccer is still your first love, and it always will be.”

“That’s not true,” he said desperately. “I can make this work. I can make us work.”

But you knew better.

When the simulation ended a few weeks later, you packed your things and left the apartment without looking back.

Karasu called after you, his voice breaking, but you didn’t stop.

Because loving him once had been hard enough.

Loving him again would destroy you.

so many ppl have requested 🍊 and 🍫 recently so sorry if it seems repetitive :)

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[gracie-eilish]

meet me in the afterglow

an: fic is not actually based on the TS song lol.

also, my requests are open!!🥳🥰

☁️🌌🫧💋🩵💤

The room was bathed in a dim, golden glow from the bedside lamp, the air still thick with the lingering remnants of your shared passion. The sheets were tangled, half-pulled off the bed, and your body felt like it had melted into the mattress, warm and heavy. Billie lay beside you, her chest rising and falling steadily as she gently combed her fingers through her tousled hair.

You were hazy, your mind drifting in and out of focus, a soft, dazed smile on your lips as you turned your head to look at her. Your body felt deliciously spent, but the intensity of the evening had left you quiet, almost shy. Normally, you’d be chatty, teasing Billie or sharing silly post-coital giggles, but tonight was different. You didn’t feel like talking. You only wanted her—her touch, her presence, her love.

“Hey, princess,” Billie whispered, her voice honeyed and soft as she turned to you, her blue eyes glimmering with adoration. “You okay?”

You nodded slowly, your cheek brushing against the cool fabric of the pillow. You reached out a hand, not saying anything, and Billie immediately understood, intertwining her fingers with yours. She brought your knuckles to her lips, pressing a kiss there as she studied your face.

“You’re quiet tonight,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing, like a lullaby. “Did I wear you out, baby?” There was a teasing edge to her words, but her gaze was warm, attentive.

A small, tired smile crept onto your lips, and you gave a barely perceptible shrug. “Mmm… maybe,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Billie chuckled, the sound vibrating through the space between you. “Guess I’ll have to be extra nice to you then, huh? C’mon, let me take care of you.” She pressed a soft kiss to your temple before slipping out of bed.

You whined softly at the loss of her warmth, your arms instinctively reaching for her. Billie turned back, smiling at the sight of you all soft and needy. “I’ll be right back, honey. Just gonna grab some stuff.”

While she disappeared into the bathroom, you curled further into the blankets, nuzzling your face into her pillow. Her scent—warm vanilla and something uniquely hers—wrapped around you like a hug, grounding you. You felt safe, cherished, adored.

A few moments later, Billie returned, her arms full: a warm, damp washcloth, a fresh oversized T-shirt of hers, a bottle of water, and a small bowl of fresh fruit. She set everything down on the nightstand and perched on the edge of the bed, her eyes scanning over you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Alright, my dreamy girl,” she teased gently, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You hummed in contentment as she gently wiped down your skin, her touch tender and reverent. Every stroke of the washcloth felt like a kiss, a quiet reassurance that you were loved beyond measure. Once you were clean, she reached for a bottle of lotion, her hands warming it before she began massaging it into your skin.

Her fingers moved in slow, soothing circles, working the lotion into your arms, shoulders, and legs with care. The light pressure of her hands melted away any lingering tension, and you found yourself sighing softly, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Feel good, lovie?” Billie asked, her voice a gentle murmur.

“Mhm,” you breathed, your voice soft and dreamy. “So good.”

She smiled, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before finishing. Tossing the washcloth aside, Billie helped you sit up just enough to pull her T-shirt over your head, the soft fabric enveloping you in her scent. Once you were settled again, she handed you the bottle of water and the bowl of fruit.

“Here,” she said, holding the bowl steady as you took a sip of water. “You gotta eat something, love. Just a little.”

You nodded, reaching for a slice of strawberry and popping it into your mouth. Billie grinned, taking a piece for herself. “Mmm,” she hummed playfully. “See? Sharing is caring.”

You giggled softly, the sound light and airy, as the two of you slowly worked through the bowl of fruit together. Each bite felt like another layer of her care wrapping around you, grounding you in her love.

Once the bowl was empty, Billie set it aside and grabbed the remote, turning on something soft and mindless on TV. The gentle hum of dialogue filled the room as she settled back against the headboard, pulling you into her arms.

You curled up against her chest, your ear pressed to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. Her hand slipped underneath your shirt and her fingers trailed up and down your back, her nails scratching lightly, and you let out a soft, contented sigh.

“You’re so quiet tonight,” Billie said after a moment, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. “I kinda like it. You’re all soft and snuggly.”

You nuzzled your face against her collarbone, pressing a lazy kiss to her skin. “Just feel safe with you,” you admitted quietly, your words muffled but heartfelt.

Billie’s arms tightened around you, and you felt her press her lips to the top of your head. “Good,” she whispered. “That’s all I ever want. For you to feel safe and loved.”

Her fingers continued their soothing dance along your back as your breathing slowed, the warmth of her body and the softness of the TV lulling you further into sleep.

“Love you,” you murmured sleepily, your voice barely audible.

Billie smiled, her heart swelling with affection as she kissed your forehead once more. “Love you too, princess,” she whispered. “Always.”

And as you drifted off in her arms, you knew with every fiber of your being that you were exactly where you were meant to be: safe, loved, and utterly adored by Billie.

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine, Sunday and Ratio w/ a Memokeeper...? 👀

“Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us”

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Memokeeper!Reader, Character Study, Existential Themes, Introspection, Emotional Growth, Intellectual Tension, Mysticism, Loss, Haunted Past, Unresolved Regret, Journey of Self-Discovery, Temporal Manipulation

Warnings: Existential Crisis, Trauma, Philosophical Discomfort, Emotional Weight Vulnerability in Characters, Mature Themes (regret, guilt, and self-worth).

Ratio, with his signature plaster sculpture concealing his face and his wavy hair cascading just past his shoulders, was a figure both revered and feared within the Intelligentsia Guild. His sharp eyes, the color of fading twilight with a ring of yellow at their core, saw everything and everyone, evaluating, analyzing, dissecting.

It was here that you, a Memokeeper from the Garden of Recollection, first encountered him.

You had come to this world, as you did with every other, to preserve memories, to seek out moments that spoke of the lives lived, the forgotten faces, and the stars that fell into oblivion. In the endless cycle of existence, you had learned that the only thing that truly mattered was memory. To think, to feel, to exist—those were not just ephemeral things, but imprints on the fabric of reality itself.

But when you met Ratio, it was as if all the weight of time had been condensed into a single moment. He, too, had an unyielding belief in the importance of knowledge, in the idea that ideas, too, were immortal. He understood the power of remembrance, but to him, it was intellect, not memory, that was the truest form of immortality. A fascinating paradox.

"You're a Memokeeper, aren't you?" His voice was smooth, like velvet over steel, his eyes locking onto yours, seeing straight through to your very essence.

You nodded, concealing your true form beneath your disguise, as was customary for those like you. In this world, you were just another scholar, another wanderer with a collection of knowledge to trade. But unlike the others, your knowledge wasn’t of facts or figures. It was of memories, of moments suspended in time, of people long gone and forgotten.

"You believe that memory is everything, don’t you?" Ratio's gaze never wavered, as if he was testing you. "You think that by preserving memory, you preserve the soul of a person. But memories are subjective, fleeting. They are not absolute. Ideas, facts, theories—these are what endure. These are what define existence."

His words were confident, dismissive even. But you knew there was more behind them, a deeper yearning to understand what lay beyond the limits of mortal comprehension. You could see it in the way his hands gestured as he spoke, the sharpness of his thoughts revealing a man who, despite all his brilliance, was searching for something more.

"You misunderstand," you said, your voice calm but full of a quiet intensity. "Memories are the only things that cannot be erased, not by time, not by entropy. They are the proof of existence. Without them, what are we but ghosts, vanishing without a trace?"

Ratio's eyes glinted with something unreadable—was it interest? Curiosity? You couldn’t tell, but it was enough to pique his attention. "And how do you preserve them? What makes your memories so… important?"

You smiled faintly, an ethereal expression. "I don’t just remember, Dr. Ratio. I preserve. Through the Garden of Recollection, I collect and store memories, not just from the world I come from, but from all worlds. I can live through them, feel what they felt, see what they saw. I can carry the memories of thousands, and in doing so, they live on."

For a moment, there was silence. Ratio’s gaze remained fixed on you, his expression unreadable. "And what of your own memories?" he asked, his voice softer now, though still brimming with intensity. "Do you ever remember yourself? Or are you too lost in the memories of others to even recall your own?"

It was a question that struck deeper than you had anticipated. You, who had shed your mortal form long ago to live as a memetic entity, could not remember the life you once lived. The body you had was but a vessel, an illusion of the past. Yet you held the memories of countless lives, each one a thread in the grand tapestry of existence.

"I remember," you said quietly, your voice distant, as if recalling a long-forgotten dream. "But only fragments. I carry the memories of all those I've encountered, of all the lives I've touched. And in that, I live."

Ratio stared at you, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker in his eyes—a momentary crack in his armor. "Fascinating," he murmured, as if the concept of your existence challenged everything he had ever known. "You are a paradox, then. A being of memory, yet unable to fully grasp your own existence. How… tragic."

You tilted your head slightly. "Perhaps. But in some ways, it’s beautiful. Every life I encounter becomes a part of me, and in that, I become part of them. A perpetual exchange, a never-ending cycle of remembrance."

Ratio’s lips quirked upward slightly, a rare and almost imperceptible smile. "Perhaps," he echoed, his voice tinged with something akin to admiration. "You might be right, after all. Memory is the only true form of immortality. But don’t forget, my Memokeeper, that intellect and knowledge are what shape the universe. Without them, memory would be meaningless."

You met his gaze, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "And without memory, even the greatest intellects would fade into obscurity, leaving nothing behind."

For a moment, you both stood there, two beings of immense knowledge and power, staring at one another in the midst of a universe that seemed both infinite and fleeting. In that fleeting moment, there was no need for words. You understood each other, in a way that few could.

As you turned to leave, your final words lingered in the air, like a soft melody, echoing across time itself.

"Remember me, Dr. Ratio. After all, that is the only way I can truly exist."

He watched you disappear into the endless flow of time, his mind racing with questions, with curiosity. The Memokeeper had left an impression, a memory etched into his mind. And though Ratio would continue his work, seeking to change the world through intellect and knowledge, something had shifted within him.

Perhaps, in the end, the preservation of memory and the pursuit of knowledge were not so different after all.

The Astral Express hummed with the faint rhythm of its journey through the stars, its steady pulse a stark contrast to the turbulent thoughts that swirled within Sunday’s mind. He stood by the window, watching the unending expanse of the cosmos pass by, his eyes reflecting distant stars. His thoughts were as fractured as ever—an unyielding dissonance between his ideals and the weight of his past. Yet, there was something different now, something new stirring in him, as if the winds of change were gently sweeping through his world.

You, the Memokeeper, stood just a few steps away from him, an enigmatic presence, yet somehow, your existence felt more real than anything else. Your presence was like an anchor in a sea of uncertainty, a testament to a truth he had not yet fully grasped.

To think is to exist.

He had never truly questioned his existence in this way before. For all his lofty ideals about dreams, suffering, and the balance between them, there was something about you—your quiet, eternal purpose—that made him reconsider his place in the universe.

You had explained, on occasion, the nature of your kind. A Memokeeper’s task was to collect memories, to preserve them as proof of existence in a world where everything, even stars, would eventually fade. Unlike most, who viewed reality and imagination as distinct, Memokeepers saw them as one. It was a perspective that intrigued Sunday deeply, yet he struggled to fully comprehend it. Perhaps because, in the end, he wasn’t sure what was real anymore.

"How do you hold on to something so... fleeting?" he asked softly, his voice carrying a weight that betrayed the many layers of his thoughts.

You turned toward him, your expression serene, but there was a flicker of something deeper in your eyes, an understanding of the burden he carried. "We don't hold on to it. We let it flow through us, and in doing so, we become it."

Sunday looked at you, his gaze lingering on the delicate curve of your cheek, the ethereal quality of your being, and how it seemed as though you were made of light itself. "Do you ever feel... trapped by your memories?" His voice faltered at the question, as though he were reaching for something he couldn’t quite touch.

For a moment, there was silence, save for the distant hum of the train and the occasional flicker of stars outside. You took a step closer, your fingers brushing lightly against the air as you spoke, your voice gentle and calm.

"Trapped?" you mused. "No. We are the keepers, not the prisoners. Memories are not chains. They are bridges."

His brow furrowed slightly. "But what if the memories are of things you can never change? Things that haunt you?" His words were quieter now, as if he were speaking more to himself than to you. The weight of his past—of the choices he had made, of the lives he had shaped, for better or worse—pressed down on him once more.

You studied him with a knowing gaze, as though seeing through the veil of his facade. "Hauntings are but echoes of what was, Sunday. The question is not whether the memories are painful, but whether we let them define us." You paused, letting your words settle. "What you choose to do with them—that is what matters."

Sunday’s eyes flickered as if a distant thought had just emerged, one that had been buried beneath layers of rationality and philosophy. He had spent so long trying to change the world, trying to create a place free of suffering, that he had neglected the simplest truth: he could not change the past. He could only move forward.

"But how?" he asked, his voice filled with quiet desperation. "How can I move forward, when the past keeps whispering in my ears?"

You smiled softly, a knowing, almost maternal expression on your face. "You are already moving forward, Sunday. Your journey on the Astral Express is proof of that. The question is not if you will move forward, but how you will choose to remember."

There it was again: remember. It was a word he had often associated with pain, with the weight of regret and guilt, but somehow, in your presence, it felt lighter. It felt like a possibility, a way to reclaim something precious without being bound to it.

For the first time in a long while, Sunday allowed himself to truly look at you. Not just as a fellow traveler aboard the Express, but as someone who embodied a truth he had yet to accept.

"I... I think I understand," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Memories are not the end of us. They can be... a part of something greater."

You nodded, your eyes fluttering slightly as you gazed at him with an expression of quiet encouragement. "Exactly. And sometimes, the greatest gift you can give to the past is to let it go, while still carrying it with you."

Sunday fell silent, his mind now processing your words, considering their implications. Perhaps this was the true path to redemption—not the erasure of pain, but the acceptance of it, and the ability to carry it without letting it define him.

As the train continued its journey through the stars, Sunday found himself standing a little taller. He wasn’t sure where this journey would take him, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like he might finally be on the right path.

In the labyrinthine corridors of the IPC, where deals and schemes wove through the very fabric of power, Aventurine stood as an enigma, a master of manipulation with a heart haunted by the ghosts of his past. His smile, enigmatic and ever-present, was a mask that concealed the fractured man beneath. The ‘Aventurine of Stratagems,’ a name he wore with pride, was a title earned through unrelenting gambles and sacrifices, yet it was the one thing that kept him from truly losing himself.

But on this particular day, something—or rather, someone—was pulling at the threads of his carefully constructed world. Someone who didn’t need to gamble to see through the veil.

You. The Memokeeper.

A fleeting figure, a whisper of another existence, you moved through worlds unrestrained by physical boundaries. Memokeepers were creatures of memories—preservers of the immortal, the eternal. You had no flesh, no true form. Only the shifting remnants of memories you carried with you, the fragments of countless lives you had touched and stolen.

When Aventurine first encountered you, he had been intrigued. Memokeepers were not common, and your mysterious nature had piqued his interest. But it was your ability to navigate through time and space, your unflinching grasp of memory as a permanent artifact, that truly captivated him.

"You never forget, do you?" Aventurine's voice was smooth, laced with his signature mix of challenge and curiosity as you stood across from him in a darkened room, a flicker of memory flashing in your eyes.

You tilted your head slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible smile gracing your lips. "For a moment, I thought you would say 'never forgive.'" You said it with an air of knowing, your voice gentle yet profound. "But no... you are too familiar with your own regrets to seek forgiveness."

Aventurine’s smile faltered for just a fraction of a second. The hint of vulnerability did not go unnoticed. The last surviving member of a lost clan, haunted by survivor's guilt—those wounds ran deep. His facade was usually flawless, but before you, it felt fragile, a thin layer barely holding back a flood of emotions he hadn’t let surface in years.

"You speak as though you understand me," he remarked, his voice regaining its usual confidence. "But I’ve played this game for too long to be an open book."

"Yet, here you are," you countered, stepping closer, the air thick with the power of your words. "A man who wagers lives as easily as others breathe. Do you think I can't see the stakes you're playing for? The past you can never escape?"

There was a moment of silence, one where Aventurine’s usual bravado seemed to crack slightly, revealing the ever-present tension in his posture, the subtle guarding of his left hand behind his back. He wasn't ready to expose his fragility, not yet.

"You play with the illusion of luck," you continued, your voice almost hypnotic. "But I know what you really seek. You gamble because you fear being forgotten, because you fear that if you stop playing, your existence will cease to matter."

Aventurine’s eyes narrowed, gleaming with a mixture of challenge and intrigue. He tilted his head slightly, as if contemplating your words, but his tone remained steady. "And what of you, Memokeeper? Are you truly immortal, or just a collector of lies?"

You didn’t flinch. "Memory is the only true immortality. Everything fades—worlds, stars, even gods. But memories... memories last longer than anything else. They are what make us real. What make us matter."

He chuckled softly, his lips curling into that all-too-familiar grin. "I suppose you would say that. After all, you're in the business of making things last forever."

Aventurine’s eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than he intended, and for a brief instant, he wondered what it would be like to have his memory preserved—not his reputation or his empire, but his very essence. Would someone like you, a Memokeeper, truly see him for who he was beneath the layers of strategy and artifice?

"I’ve seen countless memories," you said, your voice soft but heavy with meaning. "But there's something about you... You're not a mere gambler, not just someone who risks it all. There's something darker in you, a longing for connection, yet a fear of it."

He looked at you with raised eyebrows, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. "You really think you can see all that from just a glance?"

"You show more than you think," you said, your gaze steady, your words unshaken. "And it's those little things—the way you hide your left hand, the pauses in your speech, the smile that never reaches your eyes—that tell me you are more than the games you play."

The silence stretched, an unspoken challenge between you. He couldn’t deny it. He had always thought of himself as untouchable, an orchestrator of every move. But you? You had no need for power or control. You simply existed, transcendent and free.

And yet, despite all that, Aventurine felt something strange stirring within him—a desire to be remembered, not just for his gambles, but for the man he truly was.

"Perhaps you're right," he finally said, his voice quieter, more contemplative. "Perhaps there is more to me than even I realize."

You smiled, a soft, knowing expression, and for the first time, Aventurine’s smile seemed a little less rehearsed, a little more genuine. The idea of someone, a Memokeeper no less, understanding the depths of his soul was an uncomfortable yet fascinating thought.

"I don’t need to gamble to know your worth, Aventurine," you said, your eyes twinkling with an almost imperceptible warmth. "But perhaps, just once, you might stop playing and let someone else remember you. For who you really are."

For the first time in a long while, Aventurine didn’t immediately respond with a quip or a strategy. He simply watched you, his mind turning, calculating the possibilities. What would it mean to be remembered? To be seen beyond the mask of the gambler, the strategist, the survivor?

In that moment, Aventurine felt the first stirrings of a gamble he had never before considered: the gamble of letting someone in.

Oh damn, this was long af... 🫣😨

Also I couldn't come up with a better title so yeah...🧍‍♀️

[lazysublimeengineer]

Chapter leaks go hard on this one.

All I see is the divided fandom as of this moment with the half of the people hating on Kaiser and half of the people hating on Ness.

But if you really both understood their characters, it's difficult to have a full hatred to them at this point.

A character development doesn't happen overnight.

Ness passing *again* to Kaiser despite having two defenders guarding him was dare I say it predictable but this is still in-character.

Just because Isagi passed the ball to him doesn't mean he won't pass it back to Kaiser.

...Additionally, I would like to give credit to Isagi where it is due. He still passed to Ness the ball DESPITE THE CIRCUMSTANCES between the two of them. This means that he's utilizing every player on the field regardless of personal afflictions because he sees the potential in them.

Ness in a GENIUS who needs a TALENTED LEARNER who understands his plays. For a long period of time, he thought it was Kaiser who understood him the most and his plays. Regardless, if he mistreated him in some way, that kind of LOYALTY is hard to shake off. He was conditioned by Kaiser to only look at him and pass to him because he makes the impossible, possible. It's saddening to watch him like that but that's an integral part of his character. At some point, he'd have to have an awakening or realization but not without getting some harsh slap from the reality.

I still think that Ness is the dark horse of this match in the same vein as with Yukimiya during the Manshine City match which led them to their team's victory.

Kaiser calling Ness out in the field is not that surprising anymore. Just because he teamed up with Isagi doesn't mean his cruel streak towards everyone - and that includes Ness is completely erased when he found something annoying or completely worthless in front of him. My own interpretation of him saying to Ness to give up football was in the same vein during Sae and Rin's confrontation during the snowy night. I can only interpret it as, "IF YOU'RE USING ME AS THE REASON TO PLAY FOOTBALL THEN YOU BETTER QUIT." The wording in the leaks is a bit cruel but this is still in-character with Kaiser. He didn't want to be the reason why Ness is still doing things in football and he wants him to think for himself and expand his horizons (geez, I wonder if you ever stopped with the psychology thing about having him as a tool then we wouldn't have this scenario Kaiser. but that's for another topic). In his own backhanded way, he wanted Ness to grow more outside of him and his own full potential be unleashed without automatically resorting to him as his partner on the field.

When you get a better understanding of the characters, it's difficult to hate them at this point especially in this match where the drive to win and doing everything to achieve that is very high.

[dilfismz]

gihun x reader fluff?? go crazy haha i dont have ideas 💗

Comfort in the Dark

Pairing: GiHun X reader

Warnings: Mentions of canon typical violence

The lights overhead flickered, casting long shadows over the room. The cold air felt heavier tonight, thicker somehow, as though the very walls of the dormitory knew the weight of what had happened. The violence, the betrayals, and the deaths from the day’s games still hung in the air like a thick fog.

You lay in your bunk, staring up at the ceiling, your thoughts running in circles. The fear from the tug-of-war game still clung to you. It was hard to sleep in a place like this, where every corner could hide danger and every creak of the floorboards could be the harbinger of something terrible.

You turned your head to the side, looking around the darkened room. Most of the players had already fallen into uneasy slumber, exhausted by the trials they’d endured. But you couldn’t sleep. Not yet. Your mind was racing, still haunted by the chaos and bloodshed of the day. What if something happened during the night? What if violence broke out in the dark? The thought of the games continuing even after hours of brutality made your stomach churn.

You tried to focus on the rhythmic sound of breathing around you, the only thing that kept the overwhelming fear at bay. But it didn’t help. The thought of being alone, vulnerable in the darkness, made your heart race. You needed comfort. You needed someone who understood. And there was one person who always seemed to make you feel just a little bit safer.

Gi-Hun

He was a familiar face in this nightmare, someone who had become a lifeline. You couldn’t explain it. He wasn’t the strongest, nor the most imposing player, but there was something about him that made you feel like maybe—just maybe—you could survive this together. He always knew when to give you a smile, when to say something to calm your nerves, even when he had none of his own.

You sighed, then quietly slid out of bed, careful not to wake anyone. The room was silent except for the occasional shuffle of a blanket or someone adjusting in their sleep. Moving quickly, you crossed the cold floor and approached his bed.

Gi-Hun was lying there, his body curled up in a ball, as if trying to shield himself from the weight of it all. But even from a distance, you could see the tension in his posture, the way his brow furrowed even in his sleep. The nightmare of the games never really left anyone, no matter how tired they were.

You hesitated for a moment, standing at the edge of his bed, before gently calling his name. “Gi-Hun…?”

His eyes fluttered open almost immediately, and when he saw you standing there, his expression softened. “What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip, suddenly self-conscious. It felt silly, asking him for comfort in the middle of all this chaos, but you couldn’t bring yourself to lie there in the dark any longer. “I… I can’t sleep. I’m afraid of what might happen tonight. The violence and everything. I don’t know… I just…” You trailed off, looking down at your feet, unsure of how to explain.

Gi-Hun sat up, his face filled with concern. Without saying a word, he shifted to one side of his bed, making room for you. “Come here,” he said softly. His voice, always warm, always kind, was a balm to your frayed nerves.

You didn’t hesitate this time. You climbed onto his bed, careful not to disturb the other players, and nestled against him, the heat of his body immediately comforting against your own. Gi-Hun wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in closer, offering you a sense of security you hadn’t known you needed until now.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of here,” he murmured, his voice gentle as he kissed the top of your head. “I’ll protect you. No matter what happens.”

You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. The rhythmic sound, comforting and steady, gave you something to focus on other than the fear that had been gnawing at you. The tension in your body slowly began to ease, and you felt yourself relax into the warmth of his embrace.

For the first time in what felt like ages, you didn’t feel so alone.

“I’m scared, Gi-Hun,” you confessed quietly, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep going like this.”

Gi-Hun’s arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as if to shield you from the world outside. “I know. I’m scared too. But you’re not alone. I’m right here with you. Always.”

You let out a small breath of relief, a tear slipping from the corner of your eye, though you quickly wiped it away before he could notice. His hand stroked your hair gently, soothing you further. There was something about him—his kindness, his unwavering compassion—that made everything seem just a little bit more bearable.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” Gi-Hun continued softly, his voice full of sincerity. “I promise.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words sink deep into your chest. His promise, his presence, was a lifeline in this hellhole. It wasn’t much—there was no way to guarantee that the violence wouldn’t come, that the games wouldn’t continue—but somehow, with him next to you, you felt like you could face it all.

You weren’t alone. And for tonight, that was enough.

As the night deepened, and the sounds of the others’ uneasy breaths filled the room, you both lay there in silence. You felt his chest rise and fall steadily beneath you, and the tension in your own body began to melt away. Slowly, your breathing matched his, steady and calm, and before long, the weight of exhaustion took over.

Gi-Hun, sensing that you were finally drifting off to sleep, tucked you closer into his side. He kissed the top of your head one more time, his lips lingering there, before whispering into the quiet night.

“Sweet dreams. I’ve got you.”

And as you closed your eyes, the fear didn’t feel quite as heavy. With Gi-Hun beside you, holding you, there was a fleeting sense of peace. It wouldn’t last forever. You knew that. But for now, in this fleeting moment, you found comfort in the dark, knowing you weren’t alone.

[mymoodwriting]

5.8k, yandere themes, drugs, needles, kidnapping, hostage, medication, non-con, dub-con, fingering, penetration, gangbang, creampie, manipulation (@starillusion13)

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You didn’t think you’d end up in an interrogation room at the police station, but it was your last option. You looked down at your hands in your lap, seeing the drive you had been nervously fidgeting with this whole time. You took a breath and placed the drive on the table, sliding it over to the police officer.

“I am.” You spoke in a shaky breath. “I understand everything I’ve said so far is hard to believe, but the proof backing my words are on the drive.”

“I see. Please wait a moment.”

The officer excused themselves, glancing down at the drive once more before stepping out. It was odd to leave it, but then again they needed to be sure to proceed with this investigation before looking at anything that would be considered evidence. So instead you stared at the drive, feeling haunted by it. You were throwing everything away with that thing, and you couldn’t help but think back to how you wound up in this whole mess.

🖤

You used to live a rather mundane life. Working a 9 to 5 and following a routine for most of the week. Your whole life changed when a company had scouted you off the streets. Apparently your looks were desirable, and this company asked you to come to an audition. It was surprising and unexpected, but in the end you thought to give it a shot. Of course it could all have been some kind of scam, or cult, but you saw no harm in taking your chances. To your own surprise you passed, and were offered a position as a model for the company, Deobi Entertainment. It took a few days for reality to settle in before you accepted the offer. In the blink of an eye your life had changed.

At first you were doing simple photoshoots, but it seemed you had some natural talent. Before you knew it you got to meet the CEO of the company, Lee Sangyeon. He was grateful to have someone like you in his company, and wanted to do right by you. So he gave you your own team to help you with the job. All of a sudden you had your own manager, Haknyeon, along with a personal stylist, Chanhee, and a bodyguard, Kevin. You honestly thought maybe it was a bit too much, but Sangyeon insisted on it. He took very good care of those in his company. You’d certainly need the team once you were taking on bigger projects.

“I think it’s time for you to get your haircut.” Chanhee suggested. “What do you think? Try something new.”

“It doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

“When do you think we can schedule one, Haknyeon?”

“I’ll double check, but I think there’s some time tomorrow.”

“Good.”

There was a knock at the door and Kevin got up from the couch. The door was kept locked just for security purposes, and when someone came by it was Kevin who had to open the door and check. It wasn’t that surprising so see Jacob, he was the VP of the company and did a lot more social interactions with the models than Sangyeon.

“Hi, Jacob.” You greeted with a light bow. “What brings you by?”

“I just wanted to check in on one of our greatest models.”

“You’re too kind, Jacob.”

“I got to see the images from your last shoot, you’re doing great. So I thought to come by and give you something.”

“A gift isn’t necessary. I’m just doing my job.”

“Yes, but your health and wellbeing are important.”

“I know.”

“That’s why I came by and brought you some vitamins. All the models in the company take them, especially once their schedule becomes busier.”

“Ah, I see, always looking out for me.”

“Of course. Haknyeon will make sure you don’t run out, but don’t forget to take them.”

“Understood, thank you very much.”

“It’s no problem at all. I do have other things on my own schedule, so I’ll be off, but be well. I’ll see you next time.”

You certainly needed the energy boost with all the work you were taking on. One might think being a model isn’t that difficult, but it had its own challenges. You were glad you weren’t in this alone, and had people in your own corner at all times. Although sometimes your memories seemed to blur together a bit. The back to back shoots and training would really get to you and you found yourself losing track of time. It never really worried you though as you knew you were just getting super focused on your work, and you had your team keeping an eye on you.

Towards the end of the year the company was participating in this big show, so a lot of models were gathered around. You still had your team, but you weren’t set up in your own private room. You had no problem with that at all, not wanting to come off as you were better than anyone else. As you understood, other top models in the company had their own teams too, and this was a great time for you all to socialize with one another. You did feel a bit nervous as Chanhee did your hair, certainly feeling like a rookie surrounded by professionals. You really hadn’t been in the business for long, and you felt it was apparent right now.

“I need to get somethings for you.” Chanhee said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” 

You were nervous to be alone, not really knowing how to join any of the conversations around you. Although after a moment the model next to you leaned over, whispering in a low voice. You couldn’t hear her well so you moved in closer.

“Do you have any of your vitamin pills on you?”

“Uh, maybe, why?”

“I just need a little extra boost before tonight. You know, help keep the energy up.”

“Oh, sure, I think I have them in my bag.”

You grabbed your purse and looked around for your pill bottle. As soon as you found it the other snatched it out of your hand and took a few pills, giving you a smile and returning the bottle.

“Don’t tell your team about this, just a secret between us.”

“Sure…”

“Thanks.”

You thought the whole thing was weird, but you had other things to focus on that day, and as you promised, you didn’t mention the whole situation to anyone. It was probably some one off situation, but that wouldn’t be the case. A few weeks later you were doing a group project with some other company models. While you were waiting to get your makeup done you watched the ongoing shoot, that is until you got pulled aside.

“Hey, you’re the new model, right?”

“Uh, I suppose, why?”

“Do you have your vitamins with you?”

“Why?”

“I just wanted to have a few extra you know.”

“I thought every model got vitamins…”

“Yeah, of course, but one a day doesn’t always cut it, you know what I mean.”

“I don’t…”

“Right. You’re still new to all this, I guess it hasn’t hit you yet.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on, you haven’t noticed anything weird going on with you lately?”

“Like what?”

“Missing time, memories getting blurred together. Also, you think the average vitamin pill gives you that kinda energy boost?”

“I… I…”

“It’s not a bad deal. So do you have some on you or not.”

“I… I think so…”

You rummaged through your bag, letting the other take the pill bottle once you found it. When you got it back you looked it over, not seeing anything off about them. You couldn’t really understand what they had been talking about, but you were a bit weary now. The missing time and blurry moments weren’t exactly unique to you.

“Y/n, come on, we need to get you ready.”

While you were lost in thought Haknyeon came to get you, taking you over to the dressing room. You sat down before the mirror, Chanhee getting to work. You didn’t say anything, just casually looking around the room. Kevin was sitting by the door as usual, and Haknyeon was on the phone with someone. Everything seemed normal, as it usually was, but there was this uneasiness in your chest.

“Are you okay, y/n?” Chanhee asked. “Nervous? This isn’t something new.”

“Yeah, just… I don’t know, but I’m fine.”

“You’ll be okay to do the shoot, right?” Haknyeon asked. “If you’re not up for it we can cancel.”

“No, no, I’m okay.”

“She probably just needs her vitamins.” Kevin mentioned, getting up to get the pill bottle from your bag. “Here. That’ll make you feel better.”

“Uh…”

“Good point.” Chanhee took the bottle and got a pill, holding it up to you with a glass of water. “Go on.”

“… thanks…”

You were scared to take the pill, but you couldn’t exactly back out now. You gave Chanhee a smile and swallowed down your supposed vitamin with some water, trying not to freak out. You didn’t feel any different, but you knew any sort of effect wasn’t spontaneous. When Chanhee was done with you one of the assistants came to get you. As you stood before the camera you started to feel a bit out of it, but not necessarily in a bad way. You were a bit more relaxed and managed to get through the shoot without issue. Although once it was over you felt a bit dizzy.

“Easy now.”

Kevin and Haknyeon had been off to the side during the shoot and had noticed your state afterwards. The two escorted you back to the dressing room.

“Are you sure you’re feeling well?” Haknyeon checked your temperature. “You don’t seem to be running a fever.”

“It… it was the vitamins… I feel weird…”

“I doubt that’s the case. You just need to rest. We can take the day off tomorrow.”

“… okay…”

🖤

You certainly needed the day off to just process everything. Now that you had some information about those damn vitamins you couldn’t help but think back to all those times you had felt off. The vitamin pills were an everyday occurrence. At times you’d forget to take them, but the boys always reminded you. They made sure to stay on top of it. The thing was, despite this disturbing information, you felt fine. Outside of those hazy moments, nothing bad had ever happened to you. If anything, you always seemed to enjoy the job and get through things with ease. You always thought modeling would be more nerve wracking, but to your own surprise things weren’t that difficult. 

Looking back on all this, you weren’t sure how to feel. Maybe you were just going crazy and misinterpreting things. Either way, you needed to check these things out for yourself. So you stopped taking the vitamins. Or at least you wanted to. You thought it would be easy, but your team wasn’t so keen on the idea. They let it slide for one day, but the next they fought you back on it. You didn’t want to take any vitamins, saying you didn’t need them, but they told you it was for your own health. This whole conversation wasn’t sitting well with you, but they eventually let it go, and you were grateful. That is until you started feeling sick. All of a sudden you’d be hit with dizzy spells and would nearly pass out.

Of course you had to see a doctor after that. Your team took you to someone and from there you were prescribed some meds to help with the symptoms. You thought everything would be alright until the first night you took your medication, getting an all too familiar taste and sensation. Whatever the doctor had given you, it was the same as those vitamin pills from before. You should have seen that coming given that the doctor did house-calls for the company. Now you couldn’t deny something was wrong. You probably couldn’t make a case against the company given that other models were complacent in all this, but you wanted out.

“I’m told you’ve been troublesome.” Sangyeon spoke. “Care to explain?”

“This career isn’t for me, so I want out.”

“You want out? You’re aware you signed a contract with us.”

“Yes. I wish to end it.”

Jacob scoffed. “You realize you still owe this company quite a bit.”

“I’m aware. The contract I signed was entry level, it should end in the next few weeks. I don’t plan to renew. What I owe isn’t much at this point, I’d like to know how much the severance would be.” 

With all your fussing it eventually caught the attention of the CEO and VP. So now you were gathered in Sangyeon’s office, trying to negotiate your way out of fulfilling your contract. You did feel a bit one edge given that your team was also present. It felt like five against one, and your odds weren’t great to begin with.

“I’m not discussing a severance with you. It’s insulting to both of us.” Sangyeon stated. “So you can finish your contract, or do something big for me.”

“Like what?”

“A private party. You are a celebrity after all, your presence is desired in many places.”

“So, if I do this private party, I’m done afterwards?”

“Sure.”

From what you knew, such a party was never good news, but if it meant you’d get away from this company then so be it. You were informed that this private party was for the investors of the company, so of course having one of the models there would be good. The event was in a week, but you were expected to meet with your team the day before to decide hair, makeup, and your outfit. You could do that, and the rest of the time until then was yours. So you used it to figure out what you were going to do next. Your resume had two very different jobs now, and you didn’t really want to be a model again. So if anything, you had a gap which wouldn’t work in your favor. Still, you were going to try and you did submit a few applications before your party preparations.

Usually your team was friendly and cheerful, but this time there was tension in the atmosphere. It was all very professional, so it wasn’t that hard to imagine they were upset with you. Yet that wouldn’t interfere with their job. Chanhee talked to you about different hairstyles and how that would affect your makeup and dress choices. By the end of the session you had come to an agreement and would see them tomorrow. You were honestly glad to be getting dolled up one last time. This whole situation really was too good to be true from the start. Once you were ready to go a limo took you to the party, and you received a grand welcome upon your arrival. The event was being held in a prestigious hotel, and you soon found yourself surrounded by strangers.

“Drink, and socialize.” Jacob said as he handed you a glass. “Smile and act like you want to be here.”

“I’m very happy to be here. There’s always something bittersweet about a last job.”

“Right. Well, a word of advice, always keep a drink in hand.”

“Thanks.”

You were smiling and glad to be there, you just didn’t know much about socializing at events like this. You took a sip from your glass, walking around a bit and just overhearing conversations. You didn’t understand anything, but that was the least of your worries. Some people seemed to recognize you, pulling you into a conversation and asking about work. You’d chat for a bit and drink, only to get quiet when the conversation shifted to something else. That was your cue to slowly step away and move on. It was good, this was the end, but it certainly felt awkward. Still, you just had to make it through a few more hours.

“Don’t keep an empty drink in hand.” Kevin took your glass and handed you another. “It looks bad.”

“So?”

“You’re still under the company tonight, you represent it, so behave.”

“I know.”

“Good. You having fun?”

“I guess? But this isn’t my kind of party.”

“Then what is? You know, we don’t have after party plans.”

“Nice try, but this is my last gig, remember?”

“So? Isn’t it best to part ways amicably.”

“You mean the same way you’ve all been acting towards me?”

“Come on now, you’re the one that drove us away first.”

“You-”

It was best to just hold your tongue. You both knew what the problem was, so it wasn’t going to be spoken about out loud. Instead you just took a breath and a sip from your glass. You were starting to feel that this was going to be a long night. Still, you eventually found yourself in a good mood and enjoying the night. Chanhee pulled you close to him at one point, talking to some investors and using you as an example of what the company works with. Only the best of the best. From then on someone was always with you, especially as the party was finally coming to an end. Perhaps you had one glass too many, but you felt a bit light on your feet.

“Come here, darling.” Haknyeon cooed, wrapping a hand around your waist. “Let’s go lie down.”

Since the event was being held at a hotel, it was obvious Sangyeon had gotten a room. Haknyeon took you up to the suite, getting you to the bedroom and laying you down. He got your shoes off, helping you undress into your undergarments so you’d be more comfortable. At least that’s what you thought until he was tugging up your shirt leaving you in a bra. You lazily grabbed his hands to stop him.

“What are you doing…?”

“Helping.”

“Cut it… out…”

“Is that what you really want?” Haknyeon chuckled. “You really seemed to be enjoying yourself tonight. A few drinks, lots of smiles, it’s only right we end the night on a good note.”

“No… that’s okay…”

“Is it? Come on now, a pretty thing like you needs to be treated right.”

Haknyeon continued where he left off, getting you into your panties and bra. He began placing kisses along your chest, making you squirm from his wet touch. You did try to push him off, but you didn’t have the strength.

“Haknyeon…”

“Patience.”

His hands traveled down your side, caressing your body, ultimately getting down to your thighs. He massaged them for a bit before pushing your legs apart. His fingers ran along your core, pushing your panties against your lips. You whimpered, trying to close your legs and move away but he growled and held you down.

“Behave.”

Haknyeon let his finger slide against your center, rubbing you through your panties. He kept at it until he made a wet spot, teasing you for being so easy. After some more teasing he pushed your panties aside, his cold fingers running through your folds, his thumb massaging your clit. You began to whine despite your best intentions to keep quiet. You weren’t all there to begin with, and losing more clarity with every moment. Although when you felt a finger pushing into you a moan escaped your lips. You gripped the bed sheets tight, biting your lip in the process until Haknyeon moved up to steal a kiss from you, adding another finger while you were distracted. Your body was going against you, your hips starting to rock against Haknyeon’s fingers. He seemed glad you were finally enjoying yourself.

“Do you want something better?”

Haknyeon didn’t need a response from you, prepping you properly before the next part. You cried when you felt empty, but he knew what would get you to change your tune. Even in your haze you felt something rubbing against your center before it was pushing into you. A ragged moan escaped you as you were stretched open. It was a feeling like no other, and you let it completely consume you. He moved slowly, not wanting to rush and hurt you, letting you enjoy the moment as well. Once he was all the way in he let you adjust for a moment, watching your face contort in pleasure he was creating. He couldn’t hold back for long before he started moving, starting off gentle before his own desires took over.

You held hands as he rocked into you, pressing kisses against your face. Moans kept spilling out of you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It was so easy to forget how you wound up in that situation when all you cared about was wanting more. You could feel the heat building in your body, making it hard to think about anything else. You held onto Haknyeon tightly as you reached your high, crying out his name in desperation. He loved the sound, doing his best to drag out your orgasm before achieving his own, holding you close as he spilled inside you. The warmth you felt between your legs spilling made you shiver, not sure if you really knew what had just happened.

“Good girl, you did so good.”

“Hm…”

Haknyeon laid beside you, keeping the two of you connected. He was dozing off a bit when he heard the door open. He peeked open his eyes to see Kevin and Chanhee walking into the bedroom.

“Ah, I see this is where you ran off too.” Chanhee commented. “No invite?”

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

“More like you wanted her all to yourself. How is she?”

“Wonderful, very well behaved.”

“I can imagine.” Kevin added. “How many drinks did she have?”

“Not enough. She’s out of it now, but I’m sure she’ll come around shortly.”

“Then let’s fix that.”

Kevin went over to the nightstand, grabbing a small case and sitting on the edge of the bed. He filled up a needle, leaning towards you and gently tapping your cheek.

“Darling, I’m gonna give you some medicine now, okay?”

“Hm…”

Kevin chuckled and grabbed your arm, finding a vein and inserting the needle. You whimpered from the sting, but didn’t do much else.

“Isn’t it a bad idea to give her meds after drinking all night?” Haknyeon questioned. “What if she gets sick?”

“What do you think she was drinking?” Chanhee mentioned. “It’s important to keep her happy. Now, how about I get a turn.”

Without really asking for permission Chanhee shoved Haknyeon aside, crawling on top of you and beginning to undress. Once his shirt was off he was peppering you with kisses, his hands exploring your body and properly getting you out of your bra. As much as he may have wanted to take you first, at least now he knew you were ready for him. He pulled you close, marking up your neck as he pushed his length inside you, feeling the mess between your legs spill onto the bed sheets. He loved holding you in his arms, moving at a good pace to make you feel good. He had wanted to do this for so long, and a dream come true was just what he needed.

The glassy look in your eyes, the ditzy smile, he missed it. The vitamin pills did you good but this was the next level. Chanhee couldn’t help but bite down on your shoulder, wanting to leave his personal mark as he desperately rocked his hips into you. A free hand traveled down between your legs, massaging your clit to get more out of you. By then you were crying out his name and he wanted to hear more and more of it. Your whimpers and pleas let him know you were close, but he wanted to keep going, When you squeezed him tightly as he pushed you over the edge he quickened his pace, wanting to give you as much as he could, but he couldn’t hold out much longer, hips twitching as he came.

“Fuck… what a good girl indeed.”

“Are you gonna let her go now?” Kevin wondered. “Or you don’t want to share either?”

“I’d rather not, but that’s not fair to her is it. I bet she’s wanted a taste of us too since the day we met. It’s only natural, isn’t that right, darling?”

“... yeah…”

“Awe, I doubt she knows what she’s saying.”

“Hand her over.”

Kevin undressed himself and crawled into bed, pulling you into his embrace and letting your rest on top of him. He wanted to play as well, but he figured a moment of rest would do you good. He ran his fingers through your hair, pressing soft kisses to your head. He remembered seeing you in a similar state when you used to sleep between jobs. It was always so cute, and now he got to actually hold you. The moment was nice, but as he began kissing you, his hunger only grew. He stirred you from your slumber, laying you down beneath him as his lips traveled down your chest. His fingers ran along your folds, digging into the mess you had already made. He was eager to add to it, kissing your body as he stroked himself hard, getting ready for you. All his attention was getting you worked up that you started whining, but before he could the door opened again.

“What is going on here?” Jacob asked. “I thought you put her to bed?”

“What, we can’t have some fun first?” Haknyeon said. “She’s into it.”

“Is that so?”

“Listen to her whine.” Kevin mentioned. “You wanna play too? You probably need to unwind after working all night.”

“Think she can handle both of us at once?”

“We can teach her.”

Jacob wasn’t one to deny such a treat, undressing and crawling into bed with Kevin. He noticed the marks you already had, deciding to make his own. He grabbed your chin and gazed at your bubbly expression, he did like to see you that way, even if it was a rare sight. He kissed you deeply, rolling over so you’d be on top of him. His hands trailed down to your hips, guiding you as you grinded down on him, getting him hard. He wanted to feel you from the inside, having Kevin help him as they settled you down onto his cock. You threw your head back in ecstacy, feeling the pleasure rippling through you. Kevin chuckled against your ear, asking if you felt good, but you could only nod.

“Ready for me?”

You didn’t know what Kevin meant until he pushed you against Jacob’s chest, hand on the dip in your back. Then you felt something else rubbing against your ass. You got a bit tense but Kevin only laughed, letting you know that was for another time. Instead he moved his length down further, pushing inside of you right along Jacob. There was plenty of lube, and he knew you could handle it. He moved slowly, and it just overwhelmed your senses. It was so much more than before, and when they started moving together you feared they’d tear you apart. Jacob held you, kissing your face as Kevin kissed down your back, pushing you well beyond your limits. You couldn’t tell when you orgasmed like this, or maybe it was more than one. Yet when they spilled their seed you felt so full and warm.

“I give you my extra card keys and this is what you do in my suite?”

All the boys glanced over when Sangyeon came into the room, finding his employees naked and having their way with you. It was amusing to see you sandwiched between two. Sangyeon chuckled and made his way over to the bedside, taking in your state. One glance and he knew you were gone, but enjoying yourself. It wouldn’t be fair if he didn’t provide for you as well. Sangyeon unbuttoned his shirt and sat at the end of the bed. He prompted the others to hand you over. Next thing you knew you were sitting in Sangyeon’s lap. He watched you for a moment, grabbing your hands and placing them on his chest, letting you explore. Your own excitement got you to gently move your hips, your cute little attempt at begging. 

“Did you have fun tonight?”

“Hm…”

“I sure did. Now, I know we talked about ending your contract, but I don’t think I could let a pretty face like you go.”

“… what…?”

“You’re too pretty to be a model, why don’t you just stay and be ours? Let’s go with that.”

“I-”

Your words, your little bit of thought was cut short as Sangyeon shoved himself inside you, holding your hips down so you could feel every inch of him. You threw your head back, seeing white as your body was abused once more. Sangyeon basked in your reaction before moving your hips, helping you go up and down on his length, using you as nothing but a means of his own pleasure. He was fast and brutal, using all his pent up energy on you, not caring for the stains you would leave on his clothes. Your whole body was on fire, not getting relief until he was done, switching positions to lay you down and push himself just a little bit deeper.

“So good.” Sangyeon kissed you softly. “Rest well.”

🖤

You groaned as you regained consciousness, feeling incredibly sore. You slowly sat up, examining yourself and seeing all the marks. Vague memories of last night were surfacing, but still a blur. Although it wasn’t hard to deny what had happened. You needed to leave immediately. You got out of bed but quickly fell to your hands and knees. Your legs were more sore than you thought, and you weren’t going to be walking anytime soon. Before you could think of something else the bedroom door opened, Chanhee and Jacob walking in.

“Oh dear, where do you think you’re going?”

You wanted to get away but Jacob effortlessly picked you up and got you back in bed. You tried to struggle but he was stronger than you.

“Let me go!”

“Hm, I see your meds have worn off, Chanhee, would you mind?”

“No problem.”

“What!? What medicine!?”

“Sh, nothing bad is gonna happen. We’re just gonna take care of you, so don’t worry.”

“No, no, let go!”

Jacob held you down as Chanhee grabbed something from the nightstand. You watched as he filled a needle, becoming more panicked. Yet you couldn’t do anything as Chanhee exposed your neck and jabbed the needle into you. Moments later you began to feel dizzy, your vision rose tinted, starting to feel giddy.

“There’s our favorite girl.” Chanhee cooed. “How about we get you some food.”

“Yeah…”

That was how it started, how they kept you trapped. Whatever that medicine was, it clouded your mind, and made it easier to just do as they asked. The idea of running away faded in your mind, and you found yourself living a rather happy life with them. You were always with at least one of them, and medicated. Although you did have a few moments of clarity, realizing your situation, but unable to do anything about it. At least not at first. Even if you only had a few moments of being yourself, you knew that you had to get away with them, but running wasn’t really an option. You needed help, but you couldn’t get that easily.

It took a bit of time, but given the fact you were taken all over the place in the company, unwillingly in the presence of important people, you started gathering evidence. The pills, that fraud of a doctor, whatever your medicine really was, and any other shady dealings in the company. This whole thing was messed up, and the only way out was to tear it apart. The only problem was you. Sometimes you’d have this sense of clarity, but would just go with the flow, rather enjoying your life. It was so easy, and you felt so happy. Those superficial feelings starting to become real. At times you’d question as to whether or not you actually wanted to go through with this and throw away the nice little life you had. Even as you snuck away to the police station those thoughts plagued you.

🖤

When the door to the interrogation room opened you took a shaky breath. You knew you sounded crazy, but you were all in. That is until you opened your eyes, seeing Sangyeon take a seat before you, the other four surrounding you.

“… sangyeon… what are you…?”

“This is the stupidest thing you could ever do.”

“I-”

“I’m not even gonna bother with this little thing here.” Sangyeon grabbed the drive. “I don’t want to know what’s on it cause you could end up way more fucked than you already are.”

Without another word Sangyeon gestured for the others to get you to your feet, partially dragging you out of the interrogation room. You screamed and thrashed, asking for help from the officers in the station, but no one paid you any attention. When you managed to slip away you ran to the nearest officer and punched them in the face, holding out your wrists afterwards.

“Arrest me! Assaulting an officer is a crime! Arrest-”

Kevin placed a hand over your mouth, dragging you away. Sangyeon and the others were already apologizing for your actions. You didn’t understand why no one helped you, but it just enraged you all the more. That is until Jacob stuck a needle into your arm.

“Calm down now, love, you know you need your medicine.”

“No… no, no, no…”

“Sh, let’s get you home.”

By the time you were taken out of the station your head was spinning. You stumbled in your steps, still wanting to get away, but unable to do so. To your own confusion you were shoved into the back of a limo, crawling on the floor and moving away from the five boys.

“You need to be thoroughly punished for what you did.” Haknyeon stated. “Are you out of your mind!?”

“Not to mention she needs to be taught a lesson about running away.” Chanhee added. “What if something happened to you, love? What then?”

“No… stay… stay away…”

You heard someone getting up, and next thing you knew Sangyeon had moved to sit in front of you. He grabbed your chin, looking into your glassy eyes, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He seemed amused above everything else.

“You’re rather silly, aren’t you? All these ideas in your head, but let me remind you of the one truth. You don’t want to get away.”

“Huh…?”

“Why would you leave behind a perfect life? Don’t you like being our little pet?”

“… pet…?”

“Come on now, use that little head of yours. The second you signed that contract you belonged to us, to me. You’ve always been in my trap, and there’s no exit anyway.”