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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMY LIPS DON'T LIE,ㅤ보이넥스트도어

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ― my pretty lips are only for you.

𝑓emale 𝑟eader ⟡ TWOTHOUSAND&FOURHUNDRED / fluff , down bad bnd ᵔᵕᵔ suggestive , kissing ⸝⸝ ❪ CLiCKFORMORE ❫

ALTERNATIVELY ──── first kiss with them.

myung jaehyun.

jaehyun keeps psyching himself out. he wants to kiss you—god, he wants to—but every time he even thinks about it, his heart starts racing, his hands get clammy, and he ends up chickening out. he tells himself he’ll do it next time. next time. always next time.

but then one day, you're sitting next to him, completely unaware of the internal chaos he's going through. he's absentmindedly playing with your hair, running his fingers through it as you flip through a book, your focus entirely on the pages. and jaehyun—jaehyun is completely focused on you.

he doesn’t even register the question you just asked him until you turn to him with the softest expression, waiting for his response. and that’s it. his brain just goes static.

"can i kiss you?"

he blurts it out before he can stop himself, and before you can even process the words—before he can process them—he panics and kisses your cheek instead.

you blink at him, confused. it’s not that it’s unusual—jaehyun is an affectionate person, always has been. but something about the way he’s suddenly avoiding eye contact, ears turning red, tells you that wasn’t what he meant to do.

he groans, hiding his face in his hands. "wait, that’s not—ugh, never mind."

you can’t help but giggle, reaching over to tug his hands away from his face. "it's fine," you say, amused, and your smile is so warm, so sweet, that it completely undoes him.

before he can second-guess himself, he kisses you.

this time, he doesn’t hesitate. one arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him, while the other stays tangled in your hair, holding you close. he kisses you like he’s been waiting forever, like he’s making up for all the times he wanted to but didn’t. and it’s soft, but sure—like a weight lifting off his chest, like everything has finally clicked into place.

when he pulls back, he’s grinning—completely, utterly lovesick. his face is warm, just like yours, and he feels so, so giddy at the sight of your wide, surprised eyes.

"cute," he murmurs, and before you can even think of responding, he starts pressing kisses all over your face. your cheek, your forehead, your nose, your temple—everywhere.

"jaehyun—" you try to protest, laughing as you push at his shoulders.

"nope." he kisses the corner of your lips next, grinning against your skin. "this is your life now."

park sungho.

sungho has been holding back for so long. he’s been waiting for the right moment, for the perfect excuse, but you’re just… effortlessly cute all the time, and he’s running out of patience. every laugh, every glance, every small touch has been chipping away at his resolve, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he gives in.

then one day, while walking together, you playfully bump into him with a little smirk, teasing, “oops, my bad.”

and something in him just snaps.

"okay, that’s it."

before you can react, his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you closer in one swift motion. his lips crash against yours—quick, firm, like he’s been dying to do this for ages. there’s no hesitation, no second-guessing, just pure instinct. his free hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb grazing your skin as he tilts his head, pressing deeper, more insistent.

it’s all so sudden that your breath catches in your throat. but then the shock melts away, replaced by warmth, by the way he’s holding you like you’re something precious, by the way his lips move against yours like he never wants to stop.

when he finally pulls back, it’s just enough to look at you, to take in your dazed expression, the slight part of your lips like you’re still processing what just happened. he smirks—smug, triumphant, like he already knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“yeah,” he murmurs, voice laced with amusement. his thumb traces slow circles against your skin. “should’ve done that sooner.”

and just when you think it’s over, he dips back in—slower this time, softer, like he’s savoring it. like he’s making up for lost time.

lee riwoo.

you and riwoo had been lying side by side, scrolling through tiktoks on your phone, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows over his face. every now and then, one of you would break into quiet laughter, making playful comments about whatever ridiculous video popped up next. it was comfortable, easy—just like always.

but then, in the middle of laughing at some cat video, you turned to say something to riwoo, only to realize how close the two of you were. his face was just inches away, his dark eyes meeting yours. you noticed it. he noticed it. but neither of you said a thing.

riwoo’s lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. he didn’t hesitate—just leaned in, soft and slow, like he’d been waiting for this moment without even realizing it. his lips brushed against yours, barely there at first, testing, before he pressed in just a little deeper. his hand found your jaw, thumb ghosting over your cheek as he kissed you, warm and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.

when he pulled away, he didn’t move far. his gaze flickered over your face, taking in the warmth blooming on your cheeks, your slightly parted lips, the way your breath hitched like you were still processing what had just happened. something about the sight made his heart squeeze.

so he leaned in again.

this time, his hands settled on either side of you, caging you in as his lips met yours again—firmer, more certain. the kiss was still gentle, but there was something else there now, something deeper, like he was savoring the way you felt against him. when he finally pulled back, his breathing was slightly uneven, and so was yours.

riwoo, still hovering over you, took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and brushing a featherlight kiss against your palm. his lips curved against your skin, a little shy, a little giddy. neither of you spoke, but when he settled back beside you, he draped an arm around your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

the two of you went back to watching tiktoks, but there was no ignoring the way your lips tingled, the way riwoo’s fingers traced soft patterns against your arm.

and when the next video made you both laugh, you caught him biting back a smile—not because of the video, but because of you.

han taesan.

taesan was so obvious—from the way he kept sneaking glances at your lips to the way he pretended to stretch just to drape his arm around your shoulder. you’d asked him more than once if he was okay, but he just waved it off with a shrug, refusing to meet your eyes for too long.

he wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt so shy. he’d spent countless nights thinking about this, imagining how it would go—how he'd pull you close, how effortlessly smooth it would be—but now, sitting this close to you, all that confidence had disappeared.

meanwhile, you were completely unaware—just chatting away about your favorite artist’s new album, your childhood dog, anything that crossed your mind. and taesan, instead of listening, was too busy staring at your lips, heart racing at the thought of finally closing the distance.

his fingers tapped anxiously against his thigh. he swallowed. and then, before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned in—just close enough for you to catch your breath, for your words to falter.

his lips brushed against yours—soft, fleeting. barely there, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. you froze mid-sentence, your eyes widening slightly as he pulled back just enough to look at you, searching for any doubt, any hesitation.

when he found none, he moved in again. this time, he lingered. slow, deliberate. his lips pressed against yours more firmly, warm and sure, savoring the way you melted into him.

and then he did it again.

and again.

each time he pulled away, his grin grew wider, more playful, his breath mixing with yours in the small space between you. he was teasing now—pressing a quick peck to the corner of your lips, then another, barely holding back a chuckle when you huffed in frustration.

finally, he tilted his head in mock consideration before swooping in once more, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss—one that left no room for doubt. his hands found your waist, fingers pressing into your sides as he pulled you flush against him, stealing the breath right from your lungs.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his chest rising and falling with quiet laughter. he let out a small hum, voice laced with amusement.

“just making sure,” he teased, eyes twinkling, “that first one wasn’t a fluke.”

kim leehan.

leehan had been staring at you with a dazed expression for far too long. you noticed it, and judging by the way his ears were turning pink, he knew you noticed it too.

you poked his cheek, amused. “what’s up?”

he blinked, startled. “n-nothing.”

liar.

you tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “you sure?”

leehan swallowed—visibly. his gaze darted away, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to do something but was too nervous to act on it. and then, before he could talk himself out of it, he finally moved.

he leaned in—eyes fluttering shut, lips barely brushing against yours, soft and hesitant. his hands trembled slightly as they rested on your arms. the kiss was fleeting, nothing more than a whisper of contact before he pulled away too quickly.

but when he saw your expression—eyes wide, lips parted in surprise—something inside him melted.

the rush of warmth, of relief, pushed him forward before he could think twice. his hands cupped your face with gentle urgency, pulling you back in as he kissed you again. this time, it wasn’t so fleeting. it was still soft—leehan had never been anything but gentle with you—but there was something new in the way his lips lingered against yours, like he wanted to hold onto the feeling for just a little longer.

his thumbs traced over your skin, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing the shape of you. and when you responded—when you kissed him back just as softly, just as sure—he sighed against your lips, something tender uncoiling in his chest.

he pulled back only slightly, enough to search your face, his own breath uneven. his lips were curled into a small, bashful smile he couldn’t quite hide. his fingers brushed over your cheek, his gaze warm, a little dazed.

then, in a moment of unguarded fondness, he ducked his head and kissed the tip of your nose, a soft laugh escaping him when he felt you stiffen in surprise.

his own cheeks burned, but his voice was barely above a whisper. “i like that. a lot,” he murmured.

and then he was kissing you again, his hands slipping down to rest at your waist as he pulled you closer, his lips slotting against yours with a newfound confidence. he kissed you like he couldn’t quite get over the sweet taste of your lips, like he didn’t want to. each brush of his lips grew a little bolder, a little more desperate, as if he was trying to make up for lost time.

when he finally pulled back, his breath was shaky, his heart pounding against his ribs. and yet, even as he tried to catch his breath, his arms stayed locked around you, his forehead resting against yours.

he laughed, breathless, eyes shining. “i really, really like that.”

kim woonhak.

the day was just like any other, as normal as ever. you were hanging out with woonhak, having planned to do your homework together—though that plan had been abandoned a while ago. he had a ball in hand, lazily throwing it against the wall and catching it on the rebound for the past fifteen minutes, while you were lost in your own world, doodling absentmindedly in the back of your notebook.

but woonhak got bored quickly. you noticed the shift when he set the ball aside, his fingers drumming against his thigh, his lips pressed together like he was debating something in his head. his gaze flickered to you every few seconds, thoughtful, unreadable.

and then,just as you were about to ask what was on his mind, he just did it.

no hesitation, no warning—his hands found your face, warm and gentle, as he leaned in and kissed you.

it was soft but certain, like he'd made up his mind in an instant and didn’t want to give himself the chance to second-guess it. his lips molded against yours, slow and warm, lingering for just a beat longer than expected before he pulled away. his large hands cradled your jaw, thumbs tracing over your skin as his eyes flickered over your face, taking in your wide-eyed, dazed expression.

but instead of teasing you for it, he just smiled—small at first, then wider, his arms slipping around your waist, pulling you closer.

there was no shyness, no uncertainty—just quiet comfort, the kind that made it so easy for him to touch you, to want you. like he had never even considered being nervous around you in the first place.

and then—just when you thought it was over—he dipped back in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. then another on your temple. soft, affectionate, each one lingering a little longer than the last. you barely had time to recover before he tilted your chin up and stole another kiss from your lips, quick and playful, like he was testing the waters.

but when you didn’t pull away—when you leaned in just the slightest—he kissed you again. slower this time. deeper. his hands smoothed down your back, drawing you in until there was no space left between you, his lips moving against yours,like he wanted to memorize the way your lips felt against his.

when he finally pulled back, his breathing was a little uneven, but the grin he wore was lazy, pleased.

his voice was impossibly fond as he murmured, “yeah,” pulling you in until you were against his chest, his chin resting atop your head. “definitely gonna need more of those.”

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alaia777 · 2 days ago

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omg i got sooo excited when i saw this event on ur pinned post, also congrats on 200 eeeee u deserve it! >w< could i pleasee ask for "i want to marry you." with shido? like just chilling with him and then him saying it out of nowhere and we're so confused becuz there is not one serious bone in that mans body LOL, but ofc you can do a different scenario, i think anything u write will be adorbs<333

sorry for my bad english btw :3

hellooo, thank you so so much :’)))) i love your idea so much omg! i hope you like it, and also your english is perfect, don’t worry!!!

the living room floor was a mess of pillows and blankets, the aftermath of your boyfriend’s relentless begging for you to wrestle with him. you had other ways you would’ve preferred to spend your afternoon, but you gave in—mostly because you loved him, but also because you knew he needed to burn off some energy.

he didn’t take it seriously, of course. he never did. instead of an actual match, it turned into him picking you up, tossing you onto the couch, and carrying you around the room while laughing like a maniac. you didn’t even try to fight back in the end, just letting him have his fun.

now, after all that, the two of you were sprawled across the couch and floor, tangled up in the blankets, watching some comedy you had picked out. if he had chosen, it would’ve been something violent and disturbing—probably something that would make you question his taste in movies.

you could see him from the corner of your eye, stealing glances your way every few minutes. it was only a matter of time before he came up with some ridiculous idea—he always did.

last time, he had turned to you completely serious and asked if you two could try communicating telepathically for a whole day. before that, it was if you’d be willing to fake your own deaths and run away together “just to see if we could pull it off.”

but nothing could have prepared you for what he was about to say next.

“i want to marry you.”

for a few seconds—seconds that felt like an eternity for him—all you could do was stare, your mind scrambling to process his words. you searched his face for any hint of mischief, any telltale smirk that would give away a joke, but there was nothing.

no teasing glint in his eyes. no sly grin.

just him, watching you intently, waiting.

“like, right now?”

it’s the first thing that leaves your lips, and honestly—really? that’s what you go with? of all the things you could say, of all the ways you could respond to something this huge, that’s what your brain decides on?

but, to be fair, thinking straight is nearly impossible when your heart is pounding against your ribs, and his eyes—so steady, so intense—are holding you in place, making you want to say yes to whatever he wants, whatever he asks.

“if that’s what you want, yes. we could go to the courthouse right now and buy the rings on the way there.”

he says it so easily, like he’s suggesting grabbing takeout for dinner. like marrying you is the most natural thing in the world—because to him, maybe it is.

“it doesn’t even matter how it happens, as long as, at the end of the night, i know we’re carrying the same last name.”

you’re this close to crying.

but then, just as your heart starts to swell, he leans in, brushing his thumb over your cheek with a smirk that’s softer than usual.

“but,” he continues, voice lighter now, “i want you to have the wedding of your dreams. a pretty dress, in a pretty place, with all our friends and family.” he pauses, then scoffs, “not that i care about any of them. i just want an excuse to stare at the woman of my dreams for an entire day without anyone calling it weird.”

and just like that, you’re laughing and crying all at once, because only he could make you question everything you thought you knew about love.

you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. you’re not sure whether to laugh or cry, but the overwhelming emotion feels like both. this man, with his wild ideas, his way of making everything feel bigger than it is, is making your heart race in ways you didn’t expect.

you wipe away a stray tear, your voice catching as you speak. “you really know how to make a girl feel special,” you joke, wiping the moisture from your cheek.

his grin widens, and he leans closer, his breath warm against your skin. “well, i’ve got to keep up, right? otherwise, you’d probably realize you can do better.”

“is that a challenge?” you tease back, narrowing your eyes with a playful smirk. “because if it is, you’re about to lose.”

his smile softens, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you, tangled in blankets, a mess of pillows, and the soft glow of the tv casting shadows across the room.

he reaches for your hand, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. “i don’t want anyone else, though. i just want you. for real.”

you look into his eyes, so full of sincerity, and feel the weight of the moment settle in. “well, if you’re serious about that, then we’ll figure it out. together. and who knows? maybe one day we’ll have that wedding.”

he laughs softly, but there’s a warmth in it that’s different this time. “we’ll do it right,” he says, “the way you deserve. but first, how about i just get to stare at you for a little longer?”

and with that, the two of you relax into each other, the laughter and tears fading into the background, replaced by the quiet, comforting presence of knowing that whatever comes next, you’ll face it together.

#now i want to get married #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou x reader

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heissenn · 21 hours ago

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𝐇𝐒𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 featuring: silver wolf, lingsha, the herta, kafka, sparkle tags: fluff, self-aware au

silverwolf

"you're kidding me," you hear silverwolf's annoyed voice through your headphones.

silverwolf watches through your camera as you put both your hands together and lower your head in apology. before you can say your sorry excuses, the hacker sighs loudly and beats your incoming punch with her own. "it's the meta isn't it?"

"i mean, it'd make sense to pull for newer characters since you can't even clear endgame," she teases, taking a jab at your gaming skills every chance she gets like she usually does. her voice sounded light and casual but the twinge of dejection didn't escape your trained ears. you couldn't think of anything else to say since she saw right through your reasons.

"i won't say i don't understand. i'm a gamer too, y'know." silverwolf shrugs as she pops her bubblegum with a loud smack. she takes out her phone and gave it a few taps.

"but that doesn't mean i'm gonna accept your decision." and with that, your screen suddenly turns black. you try to restart your computer and reboot the game but the black screen keeps staring right back at you.

after a few weeks of multiple failed attempts, rendering you unable to pull for the character you wanted. hours right before the banner ends, your computer finally comes back to life. however, you log in to the game only to find out all your reserves of stellar jades and special passes were emptied.

you hear a bubblegum smack as you look at your screen in despair.

lingsha

"i wonder what made you go back on your promise," lingsha is as sweet as ever even as you break the news to her. she smiles at you over your screen albeit her eyes were dimmer and you see a raging vein popping in the side of her smooth forehead, a clear sign she's quite irritated.

"you were doing so good saving up for me, dear. you even told me you were going to get all of my eidolons," her smile twitches as the words leave her mouth and her hands that were petting tuskpir freeze for a moment before caressing again.

"did other women caught your eye, perhaps?" she asks with a raised eyebrow, staring right at you and boring a hole through your soul despite being in a completely dimension as you. "no, of course not," you deny as soon as her words materialized in the air.

"then, what prompted the change of plans?" she asks again, more firmly this time. tuskpir notices the change in her demeanor and quickly scurried off, leaving you alone to deal with a quietly seething cauldron master.

"have you lost interest in me then? maybe in starting to lose my touch." linsgha is confident she has you wrapped around her finger but she still couldn't help but question, it has more to do with her desire to see you squirm uncomfortably rather than being conscious of her charms.

"you know as well as i do that i haven't," your answer sounded more like a plea. it gave lingsha satisfaction but, unfortunately, her mind games are not over yet. at least not until she gets what she wants.

"so, what is the reason then, darling," the question leaves her mouth for the third time but her small smile never left her face once although it was slowly becoming smaller and smaller. you stay silent, racking your brain for reasons to ease her tranquil wrath. she takes your pause as cue to give you her final blow of the long interrogation.

"if you don't have one, then let's do as you promise. warp for me." there wasn't room for questions unlike her previous remarks. her hand outstretches to you as if inviting. you nod without a second thought.

the herta

"why?"

herta is confused. not pull for her? that is something even lifeforms with the lowest intelligence would not dare do. unfathomable. doing the unthinkable might have been what initially made herta take interest in you but now she thinks you're losing a few braincells.

"who could possibly be better than me?" it would take a whole lot to damage the herta's enormous and pristine ego but she thinks your decision poked it a little. "there's no correct answer by the way. no one is better than me," she answers her own question.

"perhaps you've grown complacent because you have my puppets with you." she comes closer to your screen. "but do you not want the real thing?" she asks as her voice tickles your ears trough the speakers. but before she can get anymore closer she stops halfway through, rekindling your desire to pull her closer.

"well, feel free to do as you like. i could care less about what you do anyways," she flips her silky hair and struts away from you.

well, that went easier than you thought. you were sure herta would give you hell for even thinking about not pulling for her. so you go on your merry way to go back to farming.

"not even one stellar jade?!?! after three hours of farming!"

you spent your remaining fuels and trailblazer power but it seems the system is bent on cursing you. the monsters were harder to beat and the rare instance that you do the drops were extremely scarce.

in the end, you weren't able to pull for the character you wanted due to insufficient resources.

kafka

"there's no need to choose, love." kafka says calmly as she looks down at you from her seat. the camera is always angled upwards every time she's on screen, effectively you making you crane your neck to glance at her like is the sky.

"name the price and you shall have it," she declares without any hesitation. her smooth cheek rests on her palm as if sponsoring your pulls are as trivial as the sky being blue.

"i-no, it's wrong. i don't want you to use your money on me," no matter how enticing the offer was, your morals held you back from accepting. you're not her sugar baby, you remind yourself.

"and i don't want you wanting anyone else other me," she replies without missing a beat and your heart thumps louder with how fast she responded without an ounce of doubt in her smooth voice.

"so don't be shy and take it. i want you to have me."

sparkle

"YES! FIRST TEN PULLS AND SHE FINALLY CAME HOME!"

you stand from your chair in shock as the character you've been warping for appear on screen. your fingers hurriedly go to the character menu to greet the new addition to your roster.

"hello~, little one," the character greets you. odd, you don't think the character would call you 'little one'. you only know one person that would call you such nickname. the feeling of familiarity creeps up from your spine and settles at the back of your tongue as you come up with a plausible deduction.

"sparkle," you sigh. you should've known sparkle wouldn't just sit around and watch you warp for somebody else.

"oh no! my cover's been blown," despite the words, the character giggles as she puts her hand in front of her lips. slowly the character's appearance morph into the mischievous girl you know.

"whats with the disappointed look? you're hurting my feelings, cutie," sparkle fakes a pout as her hand press against her chest before her signature smirk takes home in her lips again.

"you should've seen your face when you were celebrating!" she clasps her hands in front and her eyes cloud and get dreamy as she reminisces your reaction.

"you must be even happier since you got a better one, me" she blows a kiss to your camera.

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dirtyyoungthingg · 7 hours ago

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its been a long ass week. your boss has been up your ass every day, always haranguing you with stupid bullshit. all you wanna do is relax, unwind, drink a few beers, and rot on the couch for a little while. and that's what you've done this evening. by the time i get home from going to the mall with my friends, you're quite a few beers deep.

i know how you get when you drink. stern. blunt. handsy. i try to pass by the couch quickly on my way inside, but you catch my wrist at the last second and pull me towards you. "c'mere. come have a drink with your old man." you pat the spot next to you on the couch as you take a long sip.

"dad, i'm not old enough to drink yet…" i shrink back a bit but you quickly decide you're having none of that. you suddenly pull me onto your lap so that i'm straddling you.

"it's been a real hard week, babydoll. please, just have a sip." you hold the bottle up to my mouth and help me sip. "theeere you go. see? it doesn't bite." i wince at the taste and try to swallow quickly so i don't have to taste it for long. "good girl. go on, have some more." i try to refuse, but you snake your hand to the base of my scalp and pull my head back, forcing my mouth open. you pour more of the beer down my throat and force me to swallow it. i'm all sorts of dizzy now, and you can tell. "god, you're such a fuckin' baby. can't handle the taste of a little beer, can't handle how fuzzy it makes that dumb little kiddo brain of yours." you make me finish off what's in the bottle. i'm too warm and fuzzy to refuse anymore. you watch as i lazily sip from the bottle, my tongue tracing the spout slightly as i try to get the very last drops out. your hands settle on my hips as an awful awful thought enters your brain.

your hands start to trace up and down my thighs, riding up my skirt inch by inch. "i like this skirt, baby. you get it at the mall today?" i dazedly nod, a drunken smile creeping across my face. i like the touch. your hands slide further and further up before hooking themselves in the string of my underwear. you hum softly as the fabric of my skirt rides up enough to where you can see the delicate lace covering your daughter's cunt. "and these? are these new?" i nod again and wiggle my hips slightly as you slide them down. you help me take them off under the guise of 'getting a closer look', but really its just so you can discard them before i realize they're gone. you suspect you could have just ripped them off of me in my lush state.

you grab the discarded bottle from earlier and begin to trace the spout of the bottle along my slit. i whimper softly, confused. "d-dad… what're you doin'?" you shush me as you start to tease the bottle between the folds of my little pussy. "shh. you know dad's had a long week, right?" i nod. "and you know that dad loves taking care of you, right? he loves when you buy cute little skirts with the money he makes." i nod again, letting out a soft, breathy moan as you force the bottle a bit deeper. "well, dad just works so hard, and no one helps him relax like his sweet little doll of a daughter does." you lean forward and press kisses to my neck. i can smell the beer on your breath from here. you grab one of my hips with your other hand and guide me to grind down on the bottle as i let out another sickly sweet moan. "such a good girl. dad's gonna play with you a while, okay? and by the end of it, you'll see that nothing's wrong with sharing a drink with dad every now and again."

#inspired by a post i read on here a while back #i think it mightve been preacherspet who wrote it? unsure #will report back #fauxc3st #fauxcest #1cky d@d #1cky daughter #cnc free use #cnc k!nk #dadcon #1cky princess #jess.txt

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thevanillerose · 9 hours ago

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SQUID GAME 2 | YANDERE SCENARIOS

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CONTENT WARNING: SPOILERS / Yandere / Violence / Death A/N: Probably the most popular request I've ever gotten on this blog, was to write a sequel to Squid Game | Yandere Scenarios. Now it did take me a minute to binge Season 2, with a bestie. Mainly because I felt like it was a little too depressing to watch over the holiday season...(unless it's a 'Silent Night Deadly Night' sorta Christmas??). But now that I have, hoo boy.

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THE SALESMAN

Your teeth ached.

You should have predicted the kind of man he was. You should have seen it coming long before this investigation started. His little subway game should have been a dead giveaway.

Was it any surprise you ended up gagged and bound in the most fucked up game of Russian Roulette you could imagine?

Watching him slide that metal barrel up taut between his teeth was enough to make your breath catch. It was strikingly perverse, but then again, so were many of the things he had turned out to be into. And you’d ended up in too deep before you could realize that.

For a moment though, just a moment, you wondered if maybe Heaven was smiling on you. You wondered, ever so hopefully, if that chamber may be full. If a bullet may rip right up through his skull and splatter the cheap smoke-stained motel wallpaper behind him.

It didn’t.

You flinched at the click, and that was all.

Smiling smugly, he withdrew the gun from his mouth and slid it across the table to you again.

“Your turn, [Y/N].”

Right now you didn’t even know what your odds were. You quit calculating your chances once more than two bullets had come into play. Hopelessness swelled in you, and you couldn’t even will yourself to pick up the gun. You sank in the seat, skin pressing to the ropes, lowering your head in pitiful defeat.

“Mm? You don’t want to play anymore?”

When he received no response from you, save for a sad shake of your head, he sighed and picked up the gun, twirling it aptly, gesturing it towards you as if it were only a toy.

“That’s no fun. I thought you were feeling lucky? Isn’t that why you came after me in the first place?”

You looked aside, ashamed. Mission failed, huh?

Now, all you expected was a pull of that trigger on his part. A gamble on your behalf, one he’d probably take a few times if that was what it took to put you down. Yet instead, it was the gun he put down instead.

“Can I be honest with you, [Y/N]?” he asked, steepling his fingers and leaning forward to look you dead in your tearful eyes.

“...I think it’s quite fortunate. That you stopped being so stubborn. That you gave up. Do you know why?”

Somehow, this already confusing man had baffled you further. And only moreso, terrifyingly moreso, when his fingers reached out to drift slowly up your cheek, coming to tug playfully on the gag and make you whimper.

“Because, alive? Like this? I can do whatever I want with you.”

That charming, disarming smile.

“Can’t I?”

THANOS

“I wanna keep playing with you. So push O, okay baby?”

His painted nails dug deep under your collarbones, like the worst kind of shoulder massage, his tall body leaning over yours and pressing against your back. His purple hair brushed your cheek, as did his breath when he spoke.

Thanos had singled you out and ‘chosen’ you from the get-go. He was arrogant enough to think he could get anyone he wanted, and you were a cute-looking challenge for him. Your initial resistance, your discomfort around him, he figured, had been nerves.

“But it’s all good babe, stick with me and I’ll keep you safe. That’s a promise, yeah?”

Surely it didn’t have nearly nothing to do with your actual wellbeing, and more to do with keeping you in his clutches. Surely it wasn’t because he cared less about whether one of those pink limp-dicks blasted your brains out and more about making sure nothing else with a dick got near you.

Surely it wasn’t anything like that.

You were just someone who’d make a good fuck if he could bribe the guards to let you two in the bathroom alone. Just a toy for him to play around with, as he drugged himself all the way to victory.

…He tried to keep that lie strong and real in his head. But with you standing right there, back to his chest, he knew he was trying to convince himself of some serious bullshit.

There was nobody else like you. He didn’t know why, there just wasn’t.

Whatever it was, the drugs, the impending doom, the smell of money, whatever it was…one thing he simply knew for sure, was that he couldn’t let you go.

Which meant, you had to keep playing.

You had to push O.

His grip finally loosened, as your number was called. He pushed you toward the voting stand. He bit down on his chipped, painted thumb, and hoped you’d make the right choice.

Because if you didn’t? Well.

He wasn’t letting you go anyway.

HYUN-JU

It wasn’t fair.

You were so sweet. You were so innocent. You were so understanding.

Someone like you had no place in a game like this. Whatever mess it was you’d gotten yourself in, out in the real world, Hyun-ju couldn’t imagine it was bad enough to be worth staying here. Living this nightmare. She couldn’t fathom why you had voted to keep going.

There was no way you’d last. This sweet little person who called her ‘unnie’, and had told her without a shred of sarcasm that she was beautiful…you surely had too good a soul to survive in this place. You were going to die, and you were going to die horribly, she just knew it, and she couldn’t bear it.

“Unnie…would you come to the bathroom with me?”

During the night, you’d nudged and asked her almost like a child, apologetic for waking her, but clearly trusting nobody else as much. Hyun-ju obliged of course, she felt like she could do anything for you. Escorting you to the bathroom, even if it meant dealing with some difficult guards, was such a small ask.

It was the middle of the night. Everyone was resting, or trying to, at least. Trying to steel themselves with energy, a hopeful advantage in the upcoming games. So here, it was just the two of you. Alone.

“I won’t be long!” you assured her, and hurried into one of the cubicles, while Hyun-ju turned towards the sinks, leaning against one and gripping it. She gazed up at her face, brushing her cheek, remembering how you’d called her ‘beautiful’.

You probably didn’t even realize how much that meant to her. You probably couldn’t fathom the effect you had on her.

Hyun-ju’s teeth grit and she doubled over, arms quivering as her grip on the sink’s edge steadily tightened. More and more, until her knuckles flushed in white.

I could do it.

Her head immediately shot up, staring at herself in sheer horror. How could she even consider that?

But…what was the alternative? Let you suffer in one of these awful ‘games’? See your perfect face riddled with bullets, bloodied, ruined? Let any of those other lecherous creeps in here even have a chance of getting closer to you?

…It would be a mercy, no?

“I’m done!”

Blissfully unaware of what she was truly contemplating, you emerged again and quickly washed your hands, looking up at her with your usual, warm smile.

“Do you need to go too?” you shook your hands off, “I can wait for you, unnie.”

Hyun-ju forced a shaky smile, and shook her head.

“No…I’m fine.”

“Okay!” you gestured for her to go ahead, back to bed, back to the impossible task of trying to get any rest at all in this fucked up place.

Instead, Hyun-ju reached out and gently guided you back against the sink, standing over you. Her hand lingered near the crook of your neck, her thumb gently curling against your skin.

“...Unnie?” you looked up at her, now wide-eyed, and confused.

“...You wouldn’t blame me…right?” she whispered, softly, worriedly, like her words were pure sin. Her other hand cupped your cheek gently, and you instinctively leaned into it, confused, but happy to be held by her like this.

“...I just…I don’t want you to suffer…”

The pad of her thumb pressed harder. Her other fingers slipped lower, resting on the other side of your neck.

All she had to do was bring them together. Bring them together…and squeeze.

Squeeze until you felt nothing else. Until you could go blissfully to a happier place, with no debts, and no killing, and freedom again. Your delicate body would sink against hers, and then, somehow, she’d take herself out of here too. It could be as simple as provoking one of the guards on lavatory duty. It wouldn’t be the prettiest, but at least then, you’d be together.

Out of this place. Away from it all.

Forever-

“U-unnie?”

It was how small and suddenly so frightened your voice sounded, that startled her out of it. Her hands jerked back, hovering stiffly either side of you, as you gazed up at her with so much hurt and concern and…fear.

Fear.

You were afraid of her. The last thing she would have ever wanted.

“...W…we should get back, right? They’re going to get mad if we don’t…”

She could see the way you still tried your best to smile, and be nice, be the way you’d always been with her, but it was too late.

It was ruined. She blew it. You’d never see her the same way again.

Whether you truly knew what her intent had been or not, she could feel the awkward shift between the two of you, as she stiffly followed you out. She felt sick. Was that it? The end of this beautiful thing you had?

…Beautiful.

No. She couldn’t let it be. And as she left that bathroom, and looked at those guards, and looked at every other twisted person in that room, and looked at…you. She knew.

She was filled with a dark, delusional resolve.

Maybe killing you wasn’t the answer.

Maybe killing everyone else was.

THE FRONT MAN

Young-il had seemed like a good man.

A good man, simply in a bad place. Like the rest of you. You liked to think anyway.

It was only during this game, Mingle, that you got to see the full extent of people’s desperation. What they were willing to do, to survive, to line their pockets, or both.

It wasn’t in your nature…

“You understand, right [Y/N]!?”

It wasn’t ever…

“We’re sorry!!”

…in your nature.

You’d made a small group of companions here, but as you were the weakest link, they cut you in an instant as soon as the number needed in one of those rooms required it. Their apologies were like water, they meant nothing, as you were left standing there, lost, alone, scared.

This game…was also the first time he took action.

Messing with Gi-hun was one thing, but the Front Man wanted more than that. As soon as The Salesman had shown you to him; your red, flustered face as you had been slapped around the subway station, captured on handycam video…he had been sure of something.

It wasn’t just Gi-hun. It was you too.

Perhaps, he’d even say, you were the priority.

He liked the idea of keeping you after this was all over. Which meant, for now, assuring you stayed alive through these games.

So when he saw you abandoned, it was his time to act. He practically ripped the breath out of you with how fast he grabbed and tugged you along, throwing you into a lime green room and slamming the door shut behind the two of you.

You hit the wall with a yelp, and slumped against it. But as you shakily looked to your right, and as he turned from the door and cast his sharp eyes around the room, you both saw.

You’d wanted 2. You’d gotten 3.

“H-hey, we can work this out, r–”

The man didn’t get to finish. The tears that had welled in his eyes now poured down his face as he gagged and choked and writhed against the solid arm around his neck. You gasped with horror, staggering back as tightly into the corner as you could, covering your mouth with both hands.

You watched him kill that man. Clenched jaw, staring ahead coldly, even as a living being drifted into death in his very own arms.

And only once he was sure you were in the clear…did that kindness return. That goodness, you had been so sure about.

Young-il stood, and approached you, arm outstretched so he could brush your arm gently with his palm.

“You’re alright?”

You didn’t know how to respond. Pallid and wide-eyed, feeling like you had a cord around your throat, you looked into those worried eyes and only saw softness. But you couldn’t shake seeing that hard look from earlier. Witnessing it firsthand.

His cold will. How easily he had killed.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded, but quickly moved away, muttering something about how the game must be over now. As you stepped out, he remained for a moment, glancing up at the cameras before smirking, and curling the hand that had touched you close to the mint green jacket on his chest.

Did that shock you? Really?

Then perhaps it was better if you braced yourself.

Because if it meant keeping you as his own sort of prize……he was willing to do a lot worse than that.

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Are we good for each other?

2. The Streamer

Bang Chan x F. Reader

Synopsis: Written according to y/n trophy. A story about how you two met. Both having a difficult life, finding peace in each other. Not without lots of drama. Just read it, it's great.

Genre: Enemies to lovers, soft, some smut, drama

Warnings: Under eating, depression, toxic ex (Let me know if I missed something)

Word count: 3298

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[6:15 PM]

Christopher walked into the studio. ‘’Why are you so late? We started like half an hour ago.’’, Changbin scolded at him. ‘’Sorry, something came up I had to go home first.’’, Chris replied. “Why?’’, Jisung asked him with curiosity. ‘’Doesn’t matter, let’s just continue, our break turned out way longer than I hoped.”, Chris said annoyed as they all got behind their laptops and continued on the song they were trying to produce. It wasn’t really working out the way Chris had planned. He thought this was going to be an easy song to write, yet it turned out to be such a pain in the ass. They couldn’t figure it out. It was almost like they’d been working so much lately that their brains couldn’t really handle another one and were in desperate need of a vacation or at least some time off. But they didn’t know when to quit.

[7:03 PM]

They were still at it, when suddenly JYP came barging in. ‘’Okay guys that’s enough, close your laptops, now.”, he said as he took a seat on the couch next to them. They were a bit confused, also since they were extremely tired. ‘’What, why?’’, Jisung asked. Chris looked at the door opening and saw Jeongin standing there.

‘’I’ve heard about how hard you guys have been working and of your plans to finish the album earlier than expected but this is not right, I need my employees to be healthy and in the right mind. You guys are taking a break whether you guys like it or not.’’, JYP said firm, but sweet.

Chris looked back over at Jeongin since he knew he must’ve snitched on them. ‘’It was supposed to be surprise, to finish the album earlier, thanks mate…”, Chris said to Jeongin. “No no no, don’t blame him, it was all of the members who gave me info on your work behaviours. They are looking out for you guys, be thankful.”, JYP said. They all stayed quiet for a bit.

‘’Look, I understand you guys too, but this isn’t healthy. That’s exactly why I’m giving you all a break, including the other members.”, JYP said while looking at the 3 boys. Chris looked up with big eyes. “What, no, I can’t not work. I need something to do.”, Chris said stressed. “Yeah, about that. I know you’re a workaholic, so instead of giving you a vacation or something, I have a task for you all. Instead of working on your music, I want you guys to skill up on some of the ISAC competitions. Go try wrestling, or sprinting, maybe even archery. I don’t care what you decide to skill up on, but this year I want us to beat a lot of idols in ISAC. So maybe you’ll even find a new hobby out of this. It takes your mind of work, plus this is still kinda work. Since I’m asking you guys to do this.”, JYP said.

Chris wasn’t happy with all of this, but also realised that it might be the best thing to do for them right now. Normally he’d keep going until he couldn’t anymore, but seeing the other members go through the same thing made him concerned about them as well, so eventually he understood why JYP was doing this. “Alright, so from when do we- “, Chris tried to ask, when JYP interrupted him immediately. “Right away, leave everything at your desks, you’re free to go home and relax for now. Tomorrow, I don’t want to see anyone at dance or vocal practise let alone see anyone in the studio.”.

“And when do we go back to work again?”, Changbin asked. “Whenever I think is right, you’ll hear from me.”, JYP replied. “But really, please don’t see this as a bad thing, guys, I just want you guy to perform at your best and you need to calm down with the hard work, at least for a little while haha.”, JYP said laughing. The guys finally all gave in and felt at ease. Looking at each other like they could really relax now, for a while. JYP gave them all a hand and left the studio.

[7:41 PM]

Since JYP told them to take the rest of the day off, they were now all at the dorms. But Chris wanted to talk to all the members together, so Minho, Jeongin, Felix and Seungmin came over to their dorm, just for a little while. They were all sitting in the living room when Chris came back from the bathroom.

“So, what’s the plan Hyung?”, Minho asked him. Chris didn’t look that bright due to everything that happened today, yet he didn’t want to tell the members his hardship. “Well, JYP asked us to skill up on some of the ISAC subjects. Obviously were not gonna start until tomorrow, but it might be smart to think about which skill you wanna improve on.”, Chris said.

They all started thinking about the subjects and which one they’d enjoy the most. “I think I’ll go with archery, I’m not that great yet, I mean I can do it, I just wanna be even better.”, Jeongin said. They all agreed with him, that sounded nice. “I might try soccer, I’m not terrible but I definitely like to improve that skill.”, Seungmin said right after. “Nice!”, Chris said. They all smiled. Something about doing these fun activities, for “work”, was kinda fun after all.

The rest of the guys still had to think about it for a bit. “Do you think I could try and skill up on gaming? I know I’m pretty good already, but I’d really love to.”, Felix asked. “Uhm, well I mean I think JYP meant that you’d have to improve on a skill, you already got this down man, why not try something else?”, Chris replied as the leader he is. “Yeah, you’re right. I just thought it’d be nice, but no, you’re right. Maybe I’ll try archery too. What about you though, have you thought of anything you wanna do yet?”, Felix asked.

Chris stayed quiet for a little, he was thinking. He was already really good at almost every sport, he was fast, strong and got basically everything down already. “I don’t know man, do you have an idea of what I should improve on?”, he asked Felix. “Hmmm, well, why don’t you improve your gaming then?”, Felix replied. He looked up and saw the rest of the guys looking at him too. “Whyyyy do you guys always say I’m bad at gaming, I’m not that bad! Am I?”, Chris asked.

“Do you want an honest answ- “, Minho got cut off by Hyunjin. “You’re not THAT bad, but also not that great Hyung.”, Hyunjin said. Chris thought about it for a second. “I’ll sleep on it.”, Chris said. “Well, for now let’s all just relax, and tomorrow I wanna hear all of your ideas, and well find you a suitable coach for your skill.”, Chris said as he got up and waved the guys goodbye and went to his room. The guys all went on with their stuff and some went home to their own dorm. Besides Felix.

He went over to Chris his room. They’re really close so Chris didn’t mind. I mean they’re all pretty close, but Felix and him were just different together. Without saying anything Felix walked in and closed the door behind him.

Chris of course, couldn’t just do nothing, so he sat behind his small desk next to his bed. He really wanted to open his laptop but thought it might be better not to, since he'd see all the unfinished projects.

Felix walked over to the bed and laid on it. Took out his phone and opened up the streaming platform. His favourite streamer was on, playing his favourite game. He smiled at the phone, proud, since she had the lead score. Chris looked over at him. “Why are you smiling”, Chris asked. “Yeah, so there is this girl, she’s a streamer, but I actually have been playing together with her for a while now. She’s amazing at this game! Although I don’t know what’s wrong with her right now, she sounds very depressed.”, Felix said with an honest expression.

Chris was curious now and got up and lay down next to his friend, so he could see his screen too. “Like privately?”, Chris asked. “Yeah, I once contacted her and she replied, since then we’ve been gaming together a lot, almost every night.”, Felix said. “What’s her name?”, Chris asked cuz he was very intrigued now. “Well, her gamer tag is PurpleStrike00, but I mean I know nothing about her besides that. We both respected each other’s privacy. So, I don’t know, I never asked.”, Felix replied.

Chris watched her play; she was indeed amazing. They both kept watching for a while. Since there was no cam, only her voice audio, they listened carefully, as she explained her actions.

“So yeah, I see those two hiding behind that van, if I go from the right, I can snipe them easily, they’d have no idea where I’m shooting from. Ha haaa, see I told you. Damn I wish my friend was online right now to witness this beautiful double kill. Ah I’ll tell him about it later, he’s always on very late.”, the streamer girl spoke to her audience.

Felix and Chris looked over at each other, smiling.

“You know the guy I’ve been playing with lately right; you’ve probably noticed him in my team for a while now. He’s really good, we will definitely join championships next year.”, she spoke. “She’s definitely talking about you mate!”, Chris said to Felix, who just blushed.

The stream went on for a while when she suddenly started speaking again, in a very sad soft tone. “You guys wanna hear a little story while we’re waiting for the new match to load? You see today was actually a pretty bad day for me. Not that anyone asked but I just feel like telling this story, I hope you guys don’t mind.”, she said.

Everyone in the comments was very curious and asked her to tell it. “So today, I was just working at my job downtown. Lately I’ve just been a bit out of it, since I am currently not in a great place, but imma spare you guys the details on that. So, I try to help out a customer. Since he looked pretty stressed out, and I wanted to be nice and help him a bit by doing my job right for once. Yet of course everything went wrong. I tripped and spilled his drink on him by accident.”, she said very embarrassed.

Chris couldn’t believe his ears. Could this really be the girl from the café today? He stayed quiet and continued listening. “I mean this wasn’t the first time something like this happened, since lately I messed up a lot at work, but this time my boss had enough. She fired me. I mean I totally get it, the guy I was serving was actually pretty well known. You guys will know him too, but I’ll respect his privacy and will not say his name, but I’m pretty sure that I got fired, since my boss knew who he was too.”, she spoke.

Chris looked down. He already felt bad for her when it happened but now after he heard her say she wasn’t in a good place to begin with he felt even worse. He may have been a bit upset in the moment, but he couldn’t care less if someone spilled a drink on him by accident, it could happen to anyone.

Felix looked over at him. “What?”, he asked. “Nothing, just…that’s a pretty upsetting story.”, Chris said. He didn’t want Felix to know it was because of him, since Chris now blamed himself. Felix stayed quiet for a little bit but then suddenly looked up at him with big eyes. Chris was confused.

“Okay hear me out, what if, we ask JYP to hire her as a coach, to help you with your gaming skills? That’s a perfect plan! Then she gets a new job, and you can learn skills from the best. Plus, I know her so I can ask her straight away.”, Felix said all excited. Something inside Chris liked the idea, cuz then he’d be able to make it up to her. But also felt guilty and was kinda scared.

“Uhm, I don’t know man, what if she doesn’t want to?”, Chris said. “Well, I can just ask her if she’s interested right? Maybe she doesn’t maybe she does. I’ll message her, wait.”, Felix said. Chris felt hesitant but stayed quiet. Felix texted her and she responded through her stream.

“Hey, I see my friend is online guys, I think imma go for today. It was fun, I hope to see you guys in the next stream. Bye for now!”, she said and ended her live stream. Immediately she called Felix.

Phone call

Y/n: Hey AussieBlaze_LYB, I saw your text what’s up, you’re off early, wanna join a match? I’m just done streaming. (You sounded a bit upset, still after all, happy to hear from him though, since he’s kinda your only friend at the moment, even though you don’t know him)

Felix: Hey, yeah, I got off early today, there were some complications, I’ll tell you about it soon. But hey, I don’t wanna be rude to ask, but what was with that story just now, I listened to your stream, you got fired? (Felix said with an understanding tone)

(You started crying softly not able to say another word due to all mixed feelings)

Y/n: Sorry I really do not wanna be pathetic right now but as a matter of fact I am. I am a loser. (You explained everything again and with more detail, also what you were feeling in the moment) Sorry, I know it might be a lot to take in, but I feel like we can talk comfortable with each other like that since were pretty close now.

Felix: Hey hey slow down, breath, of course you can talk to me about problems. You see, I know we do not know each other besides the fact that we game together, but I feel like you need someone to talk to right now, and I’m here. Ready to listen. This might be crazy of me to ask you this, but what’s your real name?

(You were hesitant at first. Since he still could be a 40-year-old creep in a dirty basement somewhere. But something in you didn’t care for a second since you were so desperate for attention)

Y/n: Please do not tell anyone else, but my name is Y/n. What’s yours?

Felix: Y/n is such a cool name, my name is Felix.

(You both were laughing after that since you had long debates about not ever telling each other. Then there was a little conversation about this and that, he wanted to hear you laugh since he knew you were upset, and tried to make your day a bit better)

Felix: Okay Y/n listen, I have like the weirdest question ever. You see, where I work, we have an assignment right now. And long story short, we need someone who can teach my group mate how to game.

Y/n: Hahaha well then why don’t you teach, you’re amazing.

Felix: Well, you see that’s kind of the thing, I have to do another assignment, so I won’t be able to. This is actually for work, so like you’ll get paid and everything.

Y/n: Hmhm, so were doing charity work now huh Felix?!

Felix: No no no, not like that, I just figured since you needed a job, and I kinda need you to help me out, so it’ll be a win-win situation, right?

(While you two were having this conversation, Chris was obviously still in the room listening to it all. He felt worse and worse about the situation. He’d now have to spend days, maybe weeks with you, while he knew you didn’t even know it was for him yet. Should he say something? He just couldn’t)

Y/n: Well, to be really honest, I do need the money, I’m barely have enough money left for food, let alone rent this month. So yes, I’ll take it! But you do need to inform me a bit more.

Felix: Okay well, just meet me at this address tomorrow morning. (He texted you the address).

(Then you agreed and asked for things like what you should wear or bring. You started to sound very tired to him, so he preferred it if you’d take some rest for the big day tomorrow. Both of you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone)

“See, I told you she’d be interested! This is gonna be so fun, I wonder what she looks like.”, Felix said all excited towards his friend, who smiled but seemed very uneasy still. “Dude what’s up, you seem uneasy. Did you not want me to ask? I think it’ll be great though!”, Felix said while sitting down next to the boy who was currently pacing nervously in him room.

Chris decided he had no other option now but to tell him. “You see mate, today…(he explained how he was in a café and the exact thing as in her story happened today in the café he was in.) and I kind of think she’s talking about me….”, Chris said, looking terrified at his friend's reaction.

“Bro, what a coincidence, but I don’t think it’ll be a problem right? That’s so funny though, you’ve seen her in real life, was she pretty, what did she look like, what was she wearing?”, Felix asked all excited. Chris only remembered your crying face while you walked out. He ignored you from the start so didn’t fully get to take it all in properly. He stayed quiet for a bit.

“Felix, you gave a girl a job, while I know she’s not gonna want it after she finds out it’s for me, and I didn’t say anything just now.”, He said putting his hands through his hair. “Why would it matter, why would she not want it?”, Felix said acting dumb. “Didn’t you hear her just now, she despises me, she got fired because of me, she probably hates me, she even said she knew who I was.”, Chris said a bit more panicked than before.

“Well let’s be honest, she didn’t even tell me privately who you were, so something in her respects you and your privacy.”, Felix said smirking. Chris just looked at him dumb founded. “Let’s just leave it for now, go take a nice warm bath, and just relax, I’ll see you tomorrow in front of the gate at work, around 7 am. I’ll tell her to be there at that time too over text. Everything will be fine.”, Felix spoke as he encouraged his friend to stay calm. Then Felix left right away, so Chris wouldn’t have time to respond.

[11:03 PM]

You had laid out your outfit for tomorrow. It was a very nice expensive dress, your ex once got for you. You hated wearing it, but it was the only formal thing you had, and you wanted to look professional. You were super excited. Sadly, it was still a few hours of sleep, before tomorrow, so you decided to just hit the hay with a very excited feeling in your stomach. Felix had texted you the time and address. Which made you feel warm. You really felt like you could trust him. Only time will tell now.

Part 3

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it-happened-one-fic · 1 day ago

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Together - Azul

Summary: This has been sitting and gathering dust in my google docs for so long. I finally decided it was time to pull it out and post it just a couple of days ago though. I wrote and edited this piece while listening to the song "Love Somebody" by Maroon 5. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff with angst/ pining/ comfort/ sfw/ romance

Word Count: 1554

I inhaled slowly and deeply, balancing myself and forcing myself to return to the reality of the moment I was in.

It didn’t matter how much I wanted to return home or how much I wondered what might happen if I couldn’t return home.

It also didn’t matter how much I simultaneously feared being abandoned by my small group of friends after we finished school or how hollow I felt right now. What mattered was this present moment.

I glanced over at the man next to me, letting myself observe him and his methodical motions as a way to stabilize myself.

Azul was shuffling, stacking, and scanning through an unholy number of documents. Something to do with being housewarden and running the Mostro Lounge.

I tilted my head as I watched him through my peripheral vision. Both his brow and nose wrinkled slightly as he read something he didn’t like, and I felt myself smile even despite my current mood.

I didn’t know when I’d gotten close to Azul, but… it had happened. And he was my friend now.

I was fairly certain that it was a fact that had my other friends questioning my sanity. Even Riddle had voiced some concerns about Azul’s nature. Scheming was the word he used, I believed.

I distantly heard Azul clear his throat, and I snapped back to reality in time to see him staring at me awkwardly, “Y/n… You’re staring.”

I jerked, leaning back out of the relaxed position I’d just been in with my chin propped on a supporting hand as I’d watched him, “Sorry! I just zoned out.”

Azul frowned, laying down the sheet of paper he’d been holding as he twisted to better look at me, “And you’ve been doing that all day. Is everything alright?”

I smiled slightly, amused that he seemed so genuinely concerned when I'd just been thinking about my friend's warnings of his duplicitous nature, “I’m fine, just a little tired, I guess.”

He hummed, standing and collecting his coat in one smooth motion as he spoke, “Then perhaps I should walk you home for the evening. Can’t have you wandering around in a daze after all.”

He finished with a slight chuckle, but I reacted faster than my brain could process my motions. My hands clamped down on his arm, stopping his motions and causing him to look at me in startled confusion.

Confusion that was mirrored in my own thoughts. I hadn’t realized I’d be that desperate to stop him even though I’d already known that I really didn’t want to be alone right this instant. I faltered, though, as I attempted to explain my actions, “I, uh, want to stay for a bit longer.”

His eyebrows rose incredulously, and I faltered even further as he frowned. His hand found mine, gently loosening its grasp on his arm and holding it in his own as he knelt in front of me.

I almost wanted to lean back as he held eye contact with me, concern shining in those eyes that were practically the color of a pale winter sky, “Y/n, what on earth is the matter?”

I pulled my hand out of his, locking both my hands together and laying them in my lap. I attempted a smile, wishing that hollow feeling had just been allowed to fade into oblivion without him noticing. “Nothing, Azul. I’m fine, really, just a little out of it.”

He sighed but didn’t move as he lowered his head slightly, his face now hidden by the brim of his hat, “I’m aware that I am not always the most comforting individual, but you can always talk to me.” He raised his head, looking at me with a unique determination in his eyes that promised he wasn’t giving up and wasn’t just going to let this go easily.

And that was how I knew he wasn’t just ‘scheming’ or ‘duplicitous,’ though those words certainly could be applied to him.

Azul was someone who did indeed love his little plots but would also drop everything to help someone that he cared about when it was necessary. Because outside of Jade, Floyd, and Idia, Azul didn’t seem to have many people that he viewed as friends. Much less those that he would open up to.

He was even a little bit in denial about his friendship with the twins.

Which was why the fact that I was one of the people he cared about enough to help, and even acknowledged it himself, was beyond touching.

I held his gaze, forcing myself to build confidence and talk to him. I didn’t want to open up about my fears, but… I needed to. Especially if I was worrying those close to me.

“I was just thinking about the future,” My voice came out soft, but he nodded. His expression carefully controlled as he listened to me.

I smiled slightly at the position he was in, kneeling in front of me with his hands resting easily on my knees as I continued, “I think I’m just afraid of what will come. The uncertainty of everything.”

He smiled at my confession and nodded, “As am I. I often wonder what will happen to us in the future. Whether you and I will stay in close contact or….”

He trailed off, a bitter frown crossing his face as he looked away, and I felt my smile turn sad, “Or if I’ll return home?”

He jolted at my quiet question, meeting my gaze with wide eyes, and I lifted one shoulder, not surprised by his concerns since I shared them, “So do I.”

I watched him droop slightly at my words, and I frowned, leaning forward to get a better look at him, “Azul?”

His eyes flicked back up to mine once more, and he looked… ashamed?

“Can I be honest with you?” I blinked in surprise at his restrained tone but nodded. Azul could get emotional sometimes, but he typically didn’t want to talk about what was bothering him. He usually preferred to hide away in his octo-pot, out of sight and safe in the darkness where no one could see him or his emotions.

In fact, it was amusingly hypocritical of him to push me to talk to him.

He inhaled steadily and started, “I don’t entirely know what to do here. I want to comfort you, but…. Well, you’re no fool; I’m sure you know how greedy I can be.”

I felt my eyebrows raise at his words, but I forced myself to stay silent, watching as he started to nervously toy with my fingers.

“I want you to be happy, even if that means you leaving and returning to wherever it is you come from, but…. But I also want you to stay here…with me.”

I felt myself starting to smile, half-shocked but also incredibly touched by his words as he lifted his head. Meeting my stare with an unsure smile and slightly wet eyes, “I really didn’t think I would get this attached to you, Y/n.”

I felt my lips part slightly in shock, but he didn’t give me a chance to answer. Instead, he forged ahead. Almost like he was unable or too afraid to stop now, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this out of control. I knew when I let myself fall for you I’d never recover, but I let it happen anyway. And now that I know I could lose you, I don’t know what to do.”

My voice wavered when I started to try and answer him, “Azul-”

He didn’t let me answer, continuing, almost desperately, “I know I’m not the best man, and I’m sure you’ve been told that by numerous people, but… I think I can improve. I’ve already started doing better because of you. Because of what you’ve shown me. I think-”

“Azul, it’s fine,” I cut him off, grasping his hands in mine. He stared at me wide eyed, as I continued, smiling down at him as I spoke and squeezing his hands slightly.

“It’s fine if you’re scared, and don’t you dare start thinking you aren’t worthy of me or my time. I love you, and I am staying with you right here and right now with you, the way you are in this instant. If you want to change, then you can, but don’t ever feel like you have to. Definitely not for me. If you want to change, do it for yourself.”

I rubbed my thumb across his hands, feeling myself relax as I comforted him, “I don’t know what the future will bring, but….” I paused, laughing breathlessly at both myself and him, “ I think we can figure it out. Together.”

A wobbly smile made its way across his face at my words, and he let out a relieved, wheezy laugh, “So you weren’t saying you were going to leave?”

I shook my head, smiling down at the young man in front of me, wondering how I could have felt so alone when he was right here with me, “No.”

I leaned forward, letting him wrap his arms around me in a tight hug filled with his relief as I hugged him in response.

It was true, though; I didn’t know what the future held, but with him I could figure it out.

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