#raise of hands whos actually surprised that this is the finals

[curiousorigins]

Yeah, I had this whole period of a few years where I was working a near full time retail job, going to college (over full time via credit hours) and commuting around an hour-2 hours each way depending on when in that period and if I happened to get my favorite bus driver. (he shaved a full 20-40 minutes off of my 2 transfers commute.) Pretty much I had time for nothing especially when you factored in that I get motion sick, so I couldn't manage to do homework on the bus (I could at best manage audio language tapes... as that talk to text stuff was bad then and I have audio processing issues) and I wasn't sleeping well. (I've fallen asleep in a moving vehicle twice in my life for longer than 2 minutes. Once after a full 2 weeks of not sleeping for about 5 minutes (according to friend who was driving) and another on the bus during this period. And yes I was awoken because the bus returned to the bus service garage.) and had to actively play rock music (complete with an audio effects CD on shuffle which was the surprising boon to my playlists. I will never create a Mix CD/Playlist without random animal noises and sirens again.) in order to prevent myself from falling asleep in public and leaving my body to the whims of strangers around me.

So funny thing about this period of my life... whether due to the lack of calories. (no required meal plan as part of tuition as I was commuting to school and thus college not obligated to prevent student starvation. However it was a community college and thus real awesome at providing free food opportunities to those willing to follow their nose/rumors of free food with enough free time between classes to indulge.) lack of sleep, financial stress (I mostly save a few minor grants self-funded my schooling... ending with less than $1,500 debt my final semester despite going to college in the U.S. [highly recommend community colleges. However don't do this. I almost died so many times. I got an ulcer that led to 2 weeks of internal bleeding and missed 2 weeks of work and like 10 years+ fearing many foods. Getting a loan in this case would have been smarter. Yes even with how student loans are.] my grades also couldn't keep up and I lost any academic related funding as well. Including eventually the student loans. I pretty much had a major mental health crisis on top of very horrible health crisises... that for a period at up approximately 6 hours of my none-free-time but actual doing homework/studying/relaxing [If I ever had a chance] time. Don't do it.

Anyways I learned to eat one handed. We were raised in a set the table and use utensils with the proper hand etc household... so yeah for me this was a college-age learned skill. I learned to scarf down (already had to a degree. God bless ovrcrowded public schools where) ANYTHING in less than 10 minutes provided I was hungry enough. To eat (sort of neatly) when walking. To chug 44oz of water etc in about 5 minutes. (My job consisted of unloading trucks in lack of climate control in near one of the hottest places on earth for 3 months of the year. Funny thing, also near the coldest for near the same period of time annually. And I was always at risk of passing out from dehydration. I literally hardly peed during this period because I was sweating enough to keep up with the minimal gallon of water/sport's drink etc I was drinking per day.)

I also had started getting into art and social media. (I actually briefly was making minor waves.) and the only time I had to draw consisted of my breaks and meal breaks at work (because again I got motion sick in moving vehicles). I was drawing, inking, and painting in watercolor 25 days a month, completing an average of 25-40 paintings during that month. Work was the main area where I had wiggle room to socialize, so I was often, drawing/painting in the breakroom while stuffing my face with as many calories as possible (I was unloading trucks and at the height of my families' weirdly high metabolism) while talking. So I was penciling/drawing/finalizing an average of 10-15 minutes (while eating), inking in 5-10 minutes and painting in 15-25 minutes/day. (While eating). Oh and because there literally wasn't a schedule where I could possibly eat a meal at home 5-6 days/week; I also developed absolute zero shame to munching whereever I was, no matter what was going on (though little kid me was ahead of the curve because PBS used to broadcast surgeries on Sundays and I was fascinated. And would have my lunch/dinner watching them and only once they were wiggling around intestines while I was eating spaghetti and had a bad brain sensory visual textural experience. Otherwise I was good to go.) [as an aside, this includes that poor person who was 'pregnant' for a few decades, via the rare ectopic pregnancy that doesn't cause a patient to go septic, who's surgery ended up being broadcast on PBS for some reason... I would assume exploitation to pay for the surgery itself. That's called

(Trigger warning for link above: Many examples of very late term incomplete pregnancies that are identifiably human fetuses that are not compatible with life. Stopped living often decades before they might have been born had the embroyos implanted elsewhere. Frozen in gestation. Images within that could be disturbing to those mourning a miscarriage, actively pregnant, suffering infertility issues etc. Please do use your best judgement and do not click the link above if you're not in a place where one could take their time, energy etc to emotionally deal with such a disturbance.)

But yeah I can eat in pretty any condition. Not super cleanly... mostly because I don't care. My Dad hates going out to eat with me and has to remind me that I won't have successful dates (while I'm not interested in dating anyone) because of how I eat. While I say, "Might as well eat like a pig on the first date, not that there will be dates. Because this how I eat. If they can't stomach it. Then I'm saving us both some hassle." And quickly too. I can't manage to hold my breath while swimming/diving or do that weird pushing breath out to prevent water in your nose thing. But I can breath while I'm actively drinking and eating. I can also eat while talking while not telegraphing that I have food in my mouth via sound or sight.

Those are just some of the few unintended skills I ended up developing, perfecting out of genuine necessity and survival. And no, I don't ever want to live like that again. I respect myself too much to out myself through it. Of course when I decided I'd take commissions at conventions while selling my art, these are skills that I started to purposefully develop.

Jobs don’t always limit the skills you learn to the job itself. For instance, when I worked at Red Robin, they’d offer 30 minutes for an unpaid lunch, or 15 if you wanted to get paid the whole time. If you think that’s extremely shitty join the club.

As a result of wanting money I got really good at eating quickly so I could use my break to read or relax. I’ve always been a fast eater but when I worked there I learned how to eat an entire burger and fries in under five minute while keeping up a conversation. This is not advisable for good digestion, eat slow and chew your food.

There’s a balance to not talking with your mouth full and eating extremely quickly and it was a regularly used skill for years. When I worked at a sex shop I bragged about it once to a coworker.

She watched me with a timer going after I told her about it and we got burgers. I chatted with her the whole time. I was done in four minutes forty seconds.

Afterward she looked haunted and commented, “It was like watching a snake unhinge it’s jaw but you never talked with food in your mouth!”

More recently my beloved and I were catching up with a friend over lunch. I had a sandwich while they’d gotten falafel plates. We were having a lovely chat but after I finished a story our friend said, “I don’t want your food to go cold while you talk!”

I was surprised. I’d been deliberately talking more so she could eat. I turned to show her my empty sandwich box. Both she and my beloved were stunned. It was like I’d performed a magic trick and made my sandwich disappear because neither had even noticed me demolishing it like a snake unhinging it’s jaw.

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong "Thanos" - I know you.

Warning : mention of child rape (very brief), death, killing

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “reader used to be an actor, when he was young and then had a downfall after a scandal that he didn't have control over, and then it just got worse when he got older and one day a man approached blah blah you know what happens and he ends up in the Squid game and being old(old like In-ho) they won easily red light green light having it played in his childhood and that it surprised him some people actually recognised him and that one of the people being Choi Su-bong”

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : bold is in English // Someone lives in this one uwu (who will it be ? 👀) // 6K8 words

Thanos only noticed you during the first vote when your number was called. You walked calmly toward the buttons and without hesitating you chose O. You took the blue patch they handed you and went with the other Os as you placed it on your chest.

You seemed familiar, but Thanos couldn’t find out why. You had voted O, which meant he could have a closer look at you once he’s been called to vote.

When it was his turn, he picked O without hesitating as well. It was an obvious choice for him. But as he took his patch, 456 spoke out against the ongoing vote, trying to wake everyone up and asking them to regain their common sense.

Thanos looked at him, eyeing you briefly. You weren’t looking at 456, but your head was slightly turned toward him, listening.

Although some people argued back, you stayed silent. Looking at the people who hadn’t voted yet. You wondered if this will make some of them change their minds.

The vote started again after an armed triangle threatened 456 with his weapon, making him stand with the other Xs.

In the end, Os were the winners. You sighed, slightly relieved. Someone patted your back in celebration and you even saw a purple haired man belly bump someone in the air.

Some people were really enthusiastic, you couldn’t help but smile at it.

Soon, the calm returned, everyone standing by their beds, getting to know each other, chatting.

Then came time to eat, everyone was behaving, standing in lines to get their food. 

You sat on your bed, eating, eavesdropping on what was being said by your neighbors.

On the bed next to yours, 230 and 124 were talking. Ranting about another player who made them lose a lot of money. The more they talked, the more upset they became. It’s like they were riling up one another inadvertently, it was a bit fun to watch.

But then they stood up, walking toward him, you supposed. You watched them speak calmly at first until it quickly escalated. 230 slapped the man making him jump on him.

You let out a small smile as you saw the three of them fight. Young people and their fiery… 

You took another bite of your rice wondering what was gonna stop them. Will they stop themselves ? Or will armed guards interrupt ? Or maybe another player ? Will the man die ?

Your thoughts were interrupted when 001 stood up, calling the young men out.

You watched, impressed, as he grabbed 230 by the throat and kicked 124, sending him on the floor, holding his leg in pain.

001 let go of the purple haired boy who rushed back to him, not understanding he didn’t stand a chance. He was punched in the stomach, doubling over in pain before his arm was twisted, joints cracking loudly, sending him to the floor as well. You grimaced.

The older man was above 230, strangling him, one fist in the air to punch him if necessary.

And finally, he let go of him, the younger man rolling over, coughing as he regained his breath. 

You watched as 230 slowly crawled back to his bed, 124 following him, cursing as he struggled to climb the ladders to his bed.

“You okay kid ?” You asked 230, slightly amused. He glared at you, before giving you a double take and frowning.

“I know you.” He finally said with a hoarse voice, pointing at you with his free hand, his other one by his throat, trying to soothe the pain.

You raised your eyebrow, surprised. Could he really know you ? It’s been a long time since someone recognized you and he was a bit young to have seen your movies in theaters.

He continued looking at you, getting more confident with each passing second.

“Yeah ! You’re… uh, [Last name] [Name]. You played in-”

“Yeah I know what I played in.” You quickly said, waving him off. You sighed. Ah, seriously… “Aren’t you a bit young to know my films ?”

“What are you talking about ? I can just watch them on streaming platforms.”

“Ah, right.”

“You’re a fucking legend, man, what are you doing here ?”

It seemed that the embarrassment of losing in front of everyone and the pain was long gone. He moved on fast. Heh.

“Take a guess. Why are we all here ?”

“How can you have debts ? Didn’t you win shit tons of money with the movies ? They were so popular ! Only dumb people have not seen them.”

You shrugged.

“Do you know why I stopped ?”

He nodded.

“…Yeah, you got accused of having sex with kids or something.”

“Not me.” You corrected dryly. “My co-star. When it was found out, that bastard accused me of helping him with it. Put all the blame on me. Though it was a lie, the public blamed me for not saying sooner what was going on. Why the fuck would I know what he does with his dick ?!” You sighed, rubbing your face, getting frustrated over it again.

“Fuck. Why didn’t you kill him ?”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. 

“I don’t wanna go to jail ?” Wasn’t it a logical reason to not kill someone ?

“I would’ve killed that man.”

You chuckled.

“I believe you.”

You stayed in silence for a while, before 230 spoke again.

“I’m Thanos. I’m a huge fan.” He said, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“Tha…nos ?” You thought for a moment. Grabbing his hand slowly, shaking it briefly. “Oh, I think I’ve heard about you. Didn’t you do a rap battle ? How did it go ?”

He looked away in silence, slightly embarrassed.

“I lost.”

“Oh.”

“But it was unfair, I shouldn’t have lost over what happened.” He groaned, upset, rubbing his hair in frustration.

“And what happened ?” You raised an eyebrow, curious.

Another rapid silence.

“I forgot my bars.” He replied quietly.

“Your… Oh.” You stayed silent for a few seconds, unsure of what to say. There was nothing you could say to help him feel better about it so you leaned closer and patted his shoulder awkwardly.

“When we get out of here, let’s take a selfie together.” He said with a smile. “The fallen legends.”

You scoffed, chuckling at his words.

“Oh, so you’re a fallen legend ?”

He looked to the sides, thinking.

“No. I’m still a legend. Not a fallen one.”

“But I am ?” You asked, a smile tugging at your lips. “Woah, what a fan you are.”

He laughed.

“Alright. I’ll caption it ‘The still legends’ then.”

You snorted, amused.

“Okay. Don’t die then.”

“No way.” He smiled, confident. “Nothing can get in my way.”

You continued talking till night time came, getting to meet with the team he managed to create in such a small time, him, Namgyu and Gyeongsu. 

The lights were off and everyone was in their beds, trying to fall asleep. Some succeeded faster than others.

Thanos fell asleep before you, you could hear him snore and talk in his sleep. It was a bit funny.

He didn’t seem like a completely bad kid, but you couldn’t really care for someone else in here, right ? What if you team up and have to kill him ? You couldn’t trust this place.

You listened to what he was saying, although half of his sentences or words were missing, trying to imagine what he was dreaming about. It seemed like a better place than here.

Morning came quickly, music accompanying a voice through the speakers announcing the imminent start of the second game.

You got out of bed, stretching and walking amongst the others before being told to exit the lobby. 

As you walked up and down the slim and twisted corridors, you wondered how big the place was. Will you do all 5 remaining games in the same room ?

You weren’t particularly stressed, if you had to die, then so be it. At least you’ve tried. You had nothing waiting for you. Yet seeing Thanos and Namgyu play around, uncaring about the deadly game awaiting you all helped you relax a bit more.

You entered a big room and as the door closed they announced you had 10 minutes to form teams of 6.

Thanos and Namgyu looked at each other, before turning to Gyeongsu. That made a team of three.

Should you play with these kids ? Or find yourself another team ? You doubted that there would be only one survivor by each team, but you couldn’t be sure of anything.

“Sir, you’ll play with us, right ?” Namgyu asked with a smile, already confident you’d say ‘yes’.

You looked at him, thinking, while Thanos stared at you expectantly.

“Sure.” You finally said, shrugging.

“Yes !” Thanos closed his fists happily.

“We need two more then.”

“I already found one we could take with us.”

“Ah ? Who ?” Namgyu asked as you all looked around to see who had caught Thanos’ eyes.

He pointed somewhere before walking in that direction confidently. You slowly followed him, trying to look for another future team member at the same time.

He stopped behind a girl.

That could be good for the team. Some games were mostly played by girls, she could be of help. Unless she hasn’t played them.

You listened as Thanos and the girl spoke, wondering if that’s how young men flirt nowadays. Did flirting always sound this… bad ?

You chewed your lips to not laugh, focusing on finding the 6th member.

Then, she revealed she already had a teammate. A smaller boy, looking all shy with 125 written on his clothes.

Namgyu complained. They were not what he was looking for. A girl and a dork ?

But Thanos didn’t hear any of it, gladly accepting the two of them, making you a team of 6.

Nice.

Thanos looked at you with a smile, expectantly. You stared back, unsure of what he wanted. You ended up giving him a thumbs up and a pat on the shoulder, squeezing it gently.

This seemed to be what he wanted, looking proudly in front of him, puffing out his chest.

Soon the ten minutes were over and you had to sit by groups inside the circles as they explained the rules of the game.

You had to do six mini games under six minutes, your feet cuffed to your teammates.

Ddakji, flying stone, gonggi, spinning top, arm wrestling and jegi.

You quickly discussed amongst yourselves who would do what, Thanos ignoring the discussion completely.

Two teams got called, shaking, they stood up, letting their feet be cuffed as everyone stared at them.

You couldn’t help but give a small grimace. You wouldn’t have liked to be the first to play.

“Let’s get it ! Whooo !” Thanos screamed as the timer began counting down.

Six minutes. Six games. Was it possible ?

You watched intently, quietly celebrating each time they cleared a game. But there were more failures than victories and thus they ended up dying, the timer on zero.

You flinched slightly at the sound of gunshots, the loud sound startling you as you looked at the other team, dead too.

Fuck.

You blinked slowly. At least the deaths were quick. If you die, you won’t feel a thing.

You stared as a triangle asked to open a coffin to shoot twice the person inside. Were they not dead already ? Did they not get shot properly ? With how close the guns were ? What do they do with the bodies ? That’s a lot of people to get rid of…

You got pulled out of your thoughts by Thanos’ voice.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” He said a bit loudly, body still moving as if he was dancing to some song.

You looked at them, listening.

“If I get nervous and lose the game, we’ll all die.” Namgyu replied, showing his shaky hands. “My hands are shaking like crazy.”

“Hey, Namsu.”

“It’s Namgyu.”

“Right, Namgyu.” Thanos corrected himself, pulling something out from under his vest. “Do you know what this is ?”

“Ecstasy ? Ketamine ?”

Ah. Drugs. You should’ve known he’s so relaxed for a reason.

“It’s a new kind. It’s fucking crazy, man. You can’t handle it.” Thanos said.

Namgyu showed him his arm, scars by the fold of his elbow.

“I did all kinds of crazy stuff when I was working at the club. I even bought you some when you came to the club.”

Thanos looked to the sides before opening his cross, handing Namgyu a colored pill.

“You junkie.” He said as the other boy put the pill on his mouth. 

Having noticed you staring, Thanos turned to you, putting his cross back inside his vest.

“As long as you don’t get us killed, kid, you can take whatever you want.” You said, placing a hand on his shoulder with a nod.

Ah… You simply hoped they wouldn’t get too high and be unable to play. What if they’re so out of it they keep failing ?

“Just, stay slightly present ? For your turn. Okay ?”

Thanos nodded, flashing you a confident smile.

“Don’t worry.” He said.

You let out a snort. Don’t they say confidence can get you far ? You hoped it was true.

Once they were done taking the dead away, two other teams were called and the timer started again.

To your surprise, both teams made it in time. Everyone was celebrating, screaming, high-fiving and hugging one another in joy.

Fear had backed away. There was a way to survive, it was possible. 

More teams passed, but whether they made it or not did not matter much. To know it was possible to make it had transformed everyone into strong optimists.

Then came your team’s turn.

Gyeongsu went first, failing a couple times before succeeding.

Though he was a bit far you still shook his shoulder in congratulation before walking to the next game.

380 aced the flying stone first try, saving you the time you would’ve needed to get the stone and get back behind the line if she had failed.

Came Minsu’s turn. You had to put your hand on Namgyu’s mouth so he’d stop making random noises in his ear. Minsu had failed once, and even though you had time, you preferred to not waste it.

Then Namgyu was on with spinning top, his knees kept shaking so hard they hit against yours. You placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him after he had failed twice.

That seemed to motivate him enough to succeed on his third try.

Then came your turn. You sighed, shaking and stretching your arms before crouching down to the small table and placing your elbow on it.

You looked determined at the circle in front of you, in the same position as you. You grabbed each other's hand and began to push as hard as you could.

There was some resistance and then after 10 good seconds you slammed the back of his hand on the table. You looked at the circle slightly surprised as you felt Thanos’ hands on your shoulders, shaking you as Namgyu patted your back. You quickly stood up, you had lost enough time with spinning top, no time to waste with celebrations.

You walked to the next game, jegi.

After a first failed attempt, Thanos managed to hit it five times before yelling in victory.

You still had no time to waste, you wrapped your arms around Thanos and Namgyu, pulling them forward with you to cross the finish line a few seconds before the timer was over. It had been chaotic, no one’s feet were moving at the right time even when the crowd was giving you a rhythm to follow.

With fists raised in the air you celebrated your survival, patting everyone’s back as they uncuffed your feet to let you walk back to the lobby.

Walking excitedly, bouncing with each step you took, your group exchanged about the games you just played. Especially Namgyu, Gyeongsu and Thanos, joyfully talking about their skills.

They replayed the scenes with their bodies, imitating themselves and each other, laughing. 380 and Minsu were quieter about it, more discreet.

“But, have you seen [Name], he just went- Bam  !” Namgyu said, arm wrestling with the air as he imitated you winning against the circle. “You were so cool, sir.”

“Yeah !” Thanos pointed at you, quickly walking to you. “You won so fast. What kind of strength is that ?”

“Their arm was probably tired from doing all these arm wrestling before my turn.” You replied.

“Ah, come on, don’t sell yourself short.” Thanos patted your back with a frown.

“I’m not-”

“There’s a reason you were casted as those strong characters. You even did your stunts yourself !”

“He did ?” Namgyu asked, impressed. “Woaah…”

“Yeah ! He got hurt during a few of them but he continued !” Thanos proudly said, patting your back strongly.

“Oh my god- really ? I’ve seen a few movies but I didn’t know about that. That’s fucking cool.”

You felt awkward. It’s been a long time since you’ve had people gush over you.

You scratched your head, smiling slightly embarrassed as they continued talking about you.

You reached the lobby and the whole group sat by Thanos’ bed, slowly calming down.

That’s only then that you realized the group that was racing at the same time as you didn’t make it.

You sat on your bed, the adrenaline slowly wearing off. You began to zone out, thinking about the amount of people that could be killed with today’s game. Will it become harder ? Can many people survive the last game ?

You vaguely heard Namgyu talk, then Minsu. You briefly looked at them, trying to focus back on reality but you really wondered if you could all make it out alive. And why was 456 the only survivor of the previous game ? How many times did it happen ? Did only one win each time ? Will it be the same this time too ?

Thanos’ voice caught your attention for a moment, looking at him before returning to your thoughts.

You didn’t even register that 456’s team had come back.

Then you heard Namgyu chuckle. You looked at him, confused before looking at the people remaining. Many people had made it out alive. How many will die tomorrow ? You sighed as you tried to guess, leaning back. Could you really count on statistics ?

That’s when pink men entered the lobby. A square with armed triangles behind him. He congratulated everyone for making it through, clicking on a remote to activate the piggy. Money falling by stacks into it with a small music accompanying it.

You all looked up at it as the screen by the wall updated the total sum inside it. 78 million for each person alive in this room.

You grimaced. Still not enough.

And apparently you weren’t the only one disappointed.

And so, a new vote started.

Like last time, there was an interruption. By 001. People argued back and forth, a young girl began crying, simply wanting to go back home. You felt sorry for her and wondered why they couldn’t let the Xs go out and keep the Os only.

“One more game !” 100 had started yelling, holding a finger up, and soon every Os followed. You did the same, not wanting to go back home just yet. Thanos seemed overjoyed next to you, fists in the air as he looked around. So many people were cheering. The Os were assured to win.

Slowly the vote went on again. Some people still hesitated. But not Thanos, who had confidently walked to the buttons before picking O to turn around and look at you, giving you a thumbs up.

You snorted, giving him a thumbs up as well.

You did the same thing when your number was called to vote, picking O without thinking twice and looking at Thanos, making an O with your fingers. You heard him yell a quick “Wooh !”, throwing his fists in the air.

You high-fived each other as you stood next to him, watching the vote continue. The results were tight at first, but a majority was slowly sticking out. And so, the Os won again.

You celebrated your victory, returning to your beds.

“So one more game.” Thanos said with a nod, sitting down with the group.

“Maybe more.” You added, letting yourself fall on the mattress.

“More ?” Minsu asked quietly.

“Mh. I doubt one more game will be enough for my debts.”

Minsu didn’t seem to like what he heard, staying silent, thinking.

“Why did you vote O this time ? Didn’t you choose X ? What made you change your mind ? Next time… pick X if you don’t wanna play.” You said, leaning to the side to pat his arm.

“Uh… I-”

“Ah, come on, don’t say stuff like that.” Namgyu intervened, stopping Minsu from talking. “If everyone votes X next time we won’t get the money we need.”

“Yeah but if everyone votes X, I’ll 100% stay alive longer.”

“What’s the point of going back home with all the debts we have ? We have a chance to change that here.”

You shrugged, closing your eyes.

You probably fell asleep because you suddenly felt someone shake you.

“Time to eat.” Thanos said. 

Huh ? Already ? You slowly stood up, standing in line to be served.

You were eating on your bed, the quiet chattering of everyone sounding like pink noise in your ear. Then you felt a weight next to you.

Thanos.

He had a small smile on his face, staring at you silently. You looked back at him, waiting for him to talk.

You raised your eyebrows as he continued to say nothing. Did he expect you to know what he wanted ? Did he want your soboro bread ?

Then finally he spoke.

“You have tea ?” He took a tip of his milk.

“Sorry ?”

“Gossip ?”

“Huh ?”

“On your old co-stars.”

You stared at him silently before chuckling.

“Ah...” You nodded, smiling. “Maybe I do.”

“Tell me.” He said quietly, urging you as he scooted closer, grabbing your food and putting it aside.

You raised an eyebrow again, amused, as you took your food back, taking a slow bite before answering.

“Why would I ? What are you gonna do with this ‘tea’ ? Huh ?” 

“I’m not gonna do anything with it.”

“That was a little too quick. And I know you’re gonna run your mouth. You seem the type.”

“Ah, come on ! Wait, what does that mean ?”

You just shrugged.

“I just wanna know…” He said with pleading eyes. “I could die tomorrow and take those secrets with me. Not bad, right ?” He smiled.

“Wh- I’m not gonna tell you stuff in hope you die.” You scoffed. “Fucking awful. Do you wanna bring bad luck on yourself ?”

“Please ! I tell you one thing, you tell me one ?”

“And what would I like to know ?”

He seemed to think for a moment, looking away.

“My name ? The name of your biggest fan ?”

You snorted, taking another bite.

“Didn’t they say your name on the first day ? Choi… Choi something. Ah, what was it ?”

“Subong.”

“Right ! Choi Subong.”

“Now you know my name. So, you gotta tell me one thing.”

“Fuck no.”

“Sir, do you like to play dirty ?” He slapped your shoulder. “I told you one thing so now it’s your turn.”

“Actually when I was a kid I kept playing dirty. My enjoyment before yours. There. You have your one thing.”

“Ah… I already knew that ! You said it in one of your first interviews. I want tea on other actors !”

You stared at him dumbfounded.

“How… How many interviews did you watch ?”

“I think all of them. Some were hard to find, though.”

…

“Alright, okay. But I’m not gonna tell you anything unless, and only unless, we get out of here alive. Alright ? I’ll spill eeeverything. Who eats their toenails, who drinks piss because they believe it brings health, everything.”

He stared at you. Wh- Toenails ? Piss ? You could not just say that and not tell him who !

“Not telling now.” You added, shaking your head.

He sighed, visibly not pleased before reluctantly agreeing. 

“I better know everything.”

“Everything.” You assured him, patting his shoulder. “Now go away.” You chuckled, but Thanos shook his head, opening his bread before taking a bite. “My god…” You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Fine. Stay here, but don’t ask anymore questions.”

He grinned, mouth full as you grimaced.

Then came the bathroom break. Everyone stood up except Minsu and Semi, not feeling the need to go.

Everything was going well until you walked out of the stall, seeing Thanos, Namgyu and Gyeongsu crowding around 333.

You listened as you washed your hands, eyeing them occasionally. But as Thanos grabbed 333, pushing him against the wall you grabbed Thanos, pulling him away.

“Alright, okay, that’s enough. No murder outside of the games.” You said, forcing him to walk out of the bathroom as he tried to break free. “I said enough.”

He finally stopped, cursing under his breath as he let you walk him down the corridors, your hands holding his shoulders, squeezing them to calm him.

You crossed paths with 001 and some of his team, looking at you with curious eyes. You didn’t smile at them, too focused on distancing Thanos from 333.

Namgyu and Gyeongsu quickly caught up with you.

Thanos was still sulking waiting for the lights out in his bed.

“Come on, snap out of it.” You rolled your eyes, slapping his shoulder. “You saw 001. If I hadn’t stopped you, he would have, and not as nicely as I did.”

He looked at you, pursing his lips before nodding.

“What would you have done ? If a man stole your money ?”

“Did he ?”

“Not-” He sighed. “He tells people on the internet when to invest in crypto money. He said ‘Now is the perfect time’ so I did. And I fucking lost everything.”

You looked at him, then away, thinking.

“I don’t know much about crypto. But ain’t there a way to legally bite his ass ?”

“Well, we, uh, weren’t forced to buy it. So…”

“Ah… Well. You already know how poorly I handled my ‘scandal’. Completely disappeared.”

“You didn’t beat up that asshole ? For taking you down with him ?”

“Oh, no I did. Eye for an eye. But you don’t aim to just get your money back, you clearly want to kill that guy.”

“Of course I do ! He ruined my life.”

“If you do, you’ll never get your money back though.”

“Yeah but satisfying.”

You snorted, patting his shoulder.

“I think there’s nothing I can do for you. You’ve made up your mind already. But if you kill him, do it here, not outside where you can get arrested.”

He nodded.

“You’re not gonna try to stop me ?”

“I’m not your dad, not my job to educate you.” You said, laying down in your bed, throwing the bedsheet on yourself.

He looked at you before speaking.

“That would’ve been nice.”

“Me as your father ?” You laughed. “I don’t know, I’m not fond of kids.”

“That’s why you don’t have any ?”

“Yeah. I already struggle with myself so why would I force a kid to live through that. With all my debts I can’t allow it anyway.”

“And wife ?”

“I like my peace too much.” You sighed and he laughed. Then the lights were out. “But maybe I would’ve liked a kid like you. Makes things fun.”

Though you could not see it, Thanos looked your way, silent, pleased by your words.

“Would you have a family if it didn’t happen ?”

“Don’t know. Don’t think so.”

He hummed, resting on his back.

Morning came quickly again, the voice through the speakers talking about the imminent start of the third game. Once more you stood up, stretching and walking amongst the crowd before going into the long corridors.

You entered a big room with a pink platform at the center with many colored doors adorning the walls. Walking in, the voice announced the name of the game, mingle.

It was easy to guess what you were supposed to do. Get in a room with the number announced. This should be easy.

Next to you, Thanos was enthusiastic, looking around excitedly as Namgyu quickly hopped forward on his feet. The rest of the team was… perplexed. Definitely not as relaxed as them.

You kept walking in, standing on the platform, waiting for the game to start.

And soon, it began.

Round and Round started playing on the speakers as the platform lit up and began to move. 

Still relaxed, Thanos began dancing, shaking his arm in the air like a cowboy with a lasso.

The first round was easy.

10.

Meaning you needed to find 4 people. You, Gyeongsu, Minsu and Semi quickly brought back one person each, seeing Thanos and Namgyu just looking at people, like frozen. Too many people to choose, too many possibilities. Who should they pick ? Too late, you’ve already brought everyone needed.

You grabbed whoever you could and pulled them with you into a room, the others quickly following closely.

You then heard rapid gunshots, as those who had been too slow were killed. You watched through the peephole as they placed the dead inside black coffins.

Thanos and Namgyu were dancing, arms linked as Round and Round went on again, waiting for the number to drop.

4.

You were all looking at one another. You were two people too many.

Then Thanos looked at Gyeongsu and kicked him, sending him to the floor.

“Gyeongsu, you’re out !” Thanos yelled. “Let’s goooo !”

You were still not the right number. So you quickly jumped to grab Gyeongsu as Thanos and the rest of the team rushed to a room. 

Quickly back on his feet but too shaken up to find someone, you had to find two more people. And by miracle you did it.

You closed the door behind yourself, securing the four of you right in time.

Gyeongsu stared at you, grabbing your arm.

“T- thank you, sir !” He said, shaking as he bowed. “You saved me. Thank you !”

“Ah, it’s okay.” You grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to straighten up. “We were still off by one person even without you so I mainly saved my own ass.”

He nodded slowly as you patted his back, rubbing it gently to help him shake out of the shock.

“You good ?” You asked.

“Yeah…”

The doors unlocked, allowing you out. Suddenly, Thanos jumped on you two.

“Sir ! Gyeongsu ! I’m so happy you’re alive !”

“Calm down, kid. You nearly killed him. Let him breathe.” You said, stopping Thanos from hugging Gyeongsu.

“What ?”

You frowned, looking confused. Was he too high to remember ?

“You kicked him.”

“What ? No way !”

“Whatever.” There was no time to argue and it felt pointless. You pulled them with you to go back on the platform. As it moved again with Round and Round playing Thanos went back to dancing.

3.

You put your hand on Gyeongsu’s shoulder, ready to dash with him as soon as Thanos and Namgyu threw out another member. And it didn’t miss, making Minsu and Semi play rock paper scissors. Though she didn’t play, Minsu took advantage of her hand pose as she asked him to go with her and played scissors. Thanos and Namgyu didn’t think farther than that and grabbed him, pulling him into a room with them.

You grabbed Semi and ran with Gyeongsu and her.

As soon as you got out, Semi quietly thanked you before parting ways, hurt by Minsu’s actions.

You walked back to the platform, waiting.

6.

You were a group of five, only needing one person. You quickly grabbed someone, rushing with the others, pushing another group as you tried to get to the door.

The person yelled at you all, saying they already had a group and that they’re probably dead now.

“Did you want to die with them ?” You asked, pointing at him. The man said nothing. “Yeah. Thought so.”

The doors were open again and you walked back to the platform. Namgyu and Thanos were bouncing slowly, jamming to the song.

2.

Thanos was visibly buffering, hesitating between every member of his team. You, Minsu, Gyeongsu or Namgyu ?

“Take Namgyu.” You said, exasperated as you grabbed Gyeongsu and turned to Minsu. “Find Semi. She’s mad but she wants to live.” You pointed at him, before running and leaving him on his own, hoping for the best.

It was chaos. So many doors were already closed and people kept pushing one another, but luckily you and Gyeongsu managed to find a room, locking it behind yourselves.

And so did Semi and Minsu, Thanos and Namgyu.

Gyeongsu thanked you again for teaming up with him each time. You ruffled his hair telling him it was nothing.

As you walked back to the lobby, Thanos and Namgyu were jumping and playing together again, joking, having regained their energy.

You looked around, trying to see if Minsu had made it out alive. Did he find Semi ?

You finally saw him when you arrived at the lobby, Thanos rushing to him to hug him.

Gyeongsu sat next to you, waiting for the next vote. You wondered if he was gonna vote X.

The calm was back, everyone chatting amongst themselves.

Thanos was quietly rapping as Namgyu showed him 333 with a girl.

“Are you still a fan of his ?” You asked Gyeongsu, pointing to Thanos with your head.

He stayed silent for a moment before shrugging.

“Don’t take it personally. He’s high as fuck. Didn’t even remember he did that. You can be mad though.”

More silence as he nodded slightly.

“Are you gonna vote O ?” 

“I… don’t know.”

“Don’t vote to make him happy. Vote for yourself. Do you see yourself surviving ? Do you need the money that badly ? Ask yourself that before just wanting to spend time with an artist you like.”

“What would you do ?” He asked quietly.

“Why is everyone asking me that ?” You chuckled. “I don’t know. I’d be mad a fuck against him, that’s for sure. And if that didn’t kill me I’d definitely pick a fight with him.”

Gyeongsu looked at Thanos, thinking.

“You can’t beat him.” You said with a slight snort. “Plus you’d have to fight Namgyu as well. No. Don’t try.”

“What are you guys talking about ?” Thanos asked, sitting next to you. Your bed was getting crowded.

“You. The great legend.”

Thanos smiled at your words.

“Not in a good way.” You added.

“Huh ? Why ?” His interest was piqued.

“He would’ve died if I didn’t pick him up when they asked for groups of 4.”

“Huh ?”

“You kicked him so fast, sending him on his ass before running away, leaving him there.”

“Huh ?! Is that true ?” Thanos asked as Gyeongsu looked at him briefly.

“…Yeah…” He nodded.

“Ah, I’m so sorry, man ! My memory is terrible. I should’ve kicked Namsu.”

“No-” You snorted. “That’s not- Subong, kicking Namgyu instead wouldn’t have changed anything.”

He stared at you, thinking before nodding slowly. You sighed.

The air felt suddenly awkward with Thanos and Gyeongsu at your sides as silence wrapped over you three.

Soon after the square came into the lobby, congratulating you all for surviving and showing the result of the third game.

Money fell into the piggy again, slowly filling it more and more.

And then, a new vote began.

456 went first, voting X like each time. And slowly but surely the vote went on.

Semi picked X, which didn’t please your team. Namgyu grabbed Minsu’s shoulder as Thanos made a “watching you” sign with his hands.

Then came Thanos’ turn, skipping to the button and kissing the O one.

“Circle, let’s go !” He screamed, making a circle with his arm above his head.

You briefly raised your fist in the air. O !

Then came your turn, picking O once again. You nodded and walked to the blue side of the room.

Gyeongsu’s turn came quickly after. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, before finally picking O as well.

You looked at him surprised, patting his back as he stood next to you. Then you saw Thanos walk to the back, probably to tell Minsu what to vote for since it was his turn.

He stood before the two buttons, hesitating as well. Another surprise, Minsu chose X. Good for him.

Namgyu and Thanos stared at him, disappointed as Namgyu was called to vote, picking O again.

The vote slowly continued and no clear winner was showing up and eventually it ended in a tie.

The square guy announced that another vote was gonna take place the following day, so you all went back to your beds. The air felt tense, everyone wondering who would change their vote to make their side win.

You rubbed Thanos’ shoulders, shaking him slightly, smiling. He smiled back at you as you both sat down.

Then it was time to eat, a roll of Gimbap and a bottle of coke was given to everyone and soon, access to the bathroom was open.

You stayed in the lobby with Gyeongsu, chatting together as Thanos and Namgyu had left.

Everything was going well between the two sides, everyone talking quietly.

Suddenly, an announcement was made.

“The following players have been eliminated. Players 230, 268, 299, 331 and 401. End of the list.” The voice over the speakers said as the ceiling rumbled, more money falling into the piggy.”

Your stomach dropped. 230 ? Wasn’t it Thanos ? What the fuck was going on ?

Then, the groups that went to the bathroom entered the lobby, Namgyu rushing past everyone as he yelled.

“Listen team O ! We- We- When we were in the bathroom, those fucking X bastards tried to kill all of us ! They killed some of us, including my friend-”

“Bullshit !” 047 Interrupted. “You’re the one who started it !”

You stood up, still confused as you walked toward Namgyu while both groups began arguing.

“Subong is… ? How ?” You asked Namgyu. He looked at you, still out of breath. “Who killed him ?” 

“It’s that bastard. Myunggi.” He finally replied, glaring at him. “I took his fork.” He added, showing it to you. 

A fork ?

You sighed, pressing the bridge of your nose. What ?

“Where does that fork come from ?”

“He had it. Took it from Thanos’ throat.”

You blinked at him.

“Throat ? Where ?”

Namgyu thought for a moment before showing you where he had been stabbed.

Fuck. He was probably still alive as a slow and painful death wrapped over him, unable to make any noise about it, alone with the corpses of the four other players.

Did the guards shoot him to shorten his suffering ? You hoped they did.

You looked around you, defeated. Though you didn’t know him that much, you grew fond of the kid. You had plans together, as futile as they were. He was supposed to live.

You sat back on your bed, next to Gyeongsu who stared at you, as surprised as you were.

“You okay ?” He asked. You crossed your arms, still thinking. 

“Mh.”

You two stayed on the bed as 100 counted every O in the lobby, twice, if not thrice.

You don’t know how many Os were remaining but you didn’t care. It seemed a bit extreme, but with Thanos’ death, your desire to play the games had disappeared with him.

“Are you gonna kill him ?” Gyeongsu suddenly asked, noticing your fists tightly shut.

“Huh ? Oh, uh… I don’t know.”

The voice through the speakers announced that the lights will be out soon, giving you time to think about your next actions.

You heard Namgyu talk to himself on Thanos’ bed, opening his cross and taking a pill, before taking a second one, cursing him out.

Will Namgyu go after him ? He had the fork but could he win ? Should you help him ? Do you really want revenge for a man you’ve known for a couple days only ?

You looked over at 333, he seemed… zoned out ? With a far away look in his eyes.

You rubbed your face. Trying to shake yourself out of it.

Did 333 really deserve to die ?

You said an eye for an eye, but could you really kill a man ?

[huffelpuff210]

My girl Part 4

Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You get some bad news and decide to take things into your own hands, 

The next morning you are awoken to a loud knock to your apartment door, but the knocking sounded off, You open the door to see the manager hammering a note to your door, you look at the note confused, 

“You are upping my rent?” You asked before he could leave 

“Sorry, but I need the money too.” He says with a cigar in his mouth, 

“I can’t afford this.” You say 

“Not my problem.” He says walking away

You groan if you could… you would live underground, 

You take a deep breath, picking up your cell phone, Calling Bruce to pick up a few extra hours he was happy to give them to you. 

You also applied for a part time job at a clinic, 

They wee happy to bring you on, 

…………..

The problem about working non stop to afford a crappy apartment is you were dead tired, actually scratch that you were exhausted, you have been at this for weeks, you were also mentally exhausted, you haven’t seen Bucky for weeks but only because of you working like an animal, 

You unlock your door entering your apartment when you shut the door a light is turned on, 

“It’s been a while doll.” You hear next to your ear you nearly jump out of your skin you right hook out of instinct but he caught it, you met his eyes 

“My god Bucky you trying to give me a heart attack?” You asked 

He chuckled 

“Nice right hook a little sloppy but still not too bad.” He says with your fist still in his hand, 

“Wait how the hell did you get in here?” You asked 

He finally lets go of your fist, 

“I have my ways.” He says 

“Now my question is where the hell have you been?” He asked his nose inches from yours his eyes scanning yours 

“Working.” You say 

“Really?’ He asked 

“I will explain if you let me change first.” You says 

He smirks 

“Okay doll take your time.” He says 

You nod making your way to the bedroom, 

Bucky was concerned, not only had you dropped off the grid, Bruce informed him that you picked up more hours and he also learned you got an extra job, 

When he snuck into your apartment he found not only you were not home yet, but he looked through the apartment seeing you barely had any food, bills piled up and your manager decided to up the rent to a insane amount for this dump, 

It pissed him off, here you were trying to make it by and this ass hole raises it, He could just go down there and kick the shit out of the dude, but he had a better idea but first he needed to work his charm he knew you were a proud woman who was used to being on her own, 

So he just needed to play his cards right, 

you exit your bedroom, in a pair of sweatpants and your old middle school jersey, your hair was up in a messy bun, 

“Sorry that took so long.” You say 

“Not at all doll, have a seat.” Bucky says motioning to the couch, 

You arched a brow not really sure what was going on, Bucky looked serious like something was wrong, 

“Is everything alright?” You asked looking at him 

He chuckled 

“I should be asking you that.” He says 

You tilt your head 

“Is there something you want to tell me?” He asked you 

“Huh?” You asked 

He showed you the rent, 

“How did you?” You asked 

“Like I said I have my ways.” He says smirking 

“Bruce also told me you picked up more hours, and you have an extra job.” He says 

“It’s my business it’s fine..” You say

“Your not fine your exhausted.” He says sternly 

You give him a look and he looks right back at you, 

He cups your cheeks with his large hand, 

“Let me help you doll, let me take care of you.” He says his voice stern 

“Just let me in.” He says you he can see you were hesitating 

And in one quick motion his lips connect with yours which took you by surprise you felt yourself break at that moment, the electricity and passion in the kiss had you wanting more you had never felt such a feeling you didn’t want that to end your arms wrapping around his neck, 

[carefreecoffee]

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚Fluffbruary Day 23: Secret relationship w/ Aizawa Shouta˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Word count: 968,Gender-neutral reader

Finally, all classes were over for the day. Shouta was leaving the staff room, about to walk back to 1-A before he noticed a group of his students lingering at the end of the hall. 

‘What are they doing..?’ One of the students; Ashido, looked over their shoulders, noticing Aizawa's gaze on them. The others soon did, too, all frozen for a moment before scrambling to act normal. 

Aizawa raised an eyebrow curiously. He could tell something was going on and he didn't like it one bit.  He folded his arms, glaring at them scrutinizingly, his tired eyes narrowing. "What are you all up to?" 

The group of students exchanged panicked glances, unsure of what to say. Sero finally spoke up, stuttering a bit. "Uh... nothing, Sensei! Just, uh, talking. Yeah." He wasn't convinced. He knew these brats were up to something shady. 

He crossed his arms and fixed the group with a stern glare. "Really? It didn't look like just 'talking' to me. What are you really up to?" The students shifted nervously, the lie they tried to come up with crumbling. Jiro muttered under her breath, "Should we just tell him...?" 

That made Aizawa even more curious, lifting a brow. "Tell me what?" Denki, who seemed to not be able to hold it in anymore, blurted out, "We think you and y/n-sensei are together, Sensei!" 

The others looked at him in shock, their jaws dropping. Denki quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, realizing he’d said too much.  Aizawa's eyes widened in surprise, his expression shifting from curious to taken aback. He hadn't expected the students to suspect that, let alone Denki of all of them. 

He kept his composure as best he could, his heart racing. "Why would you think that...?" 

A few of them looked sheepish, but another one spoke up. "We've seen you two together a lot. You're always hanging out together. And, uh, we've seen the way you look at them." 

Aizawa felt a pang in his chest. He didn't realize the students had been paying that much attention to his interactions with you. "And that necklace you wear all the time. It looks like a ring pendant doesn't it not?" 

Aizawa's heart raced even faster. He had been so careless. He should have known the students would notice something as obvious as that. Aizawa felt caught, defenseless. The students stared at him, waiting for him to confirm or deny their suspicions. His mind raced, trying to come up with a way to play this off. 

But deep down, he knew there was no use in denying it. The students had already figured it out, and the way he was reacting only confirmed their suspicions. 

He sighed, resigning himself to the fact that the secret was out. "Alright, you kids win," he finally said, his voice low. "Yeah, me and y/n are together, okay? But we kept it a secret for a reason, so I don't want you blabbing about it to everybody. Got it?" 

The students' eyes widened in surprise. They hadn't expected him to actually admit it so easily. They exchanged glances, murmuring under their breaths in disbelief. 

"So, it's true...?" Sero asked, still trying to process the information. 

Aizawa let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes, it's true. Now can you all just keep quiet about it? We'd appreciate it if you could respect our privacy." The students nodded; their eyes still wide as they absorbed this new revelation about their teacher. They hadn't expected any of this. 

Denki spoke up, a teasing note in his voice. "So, Sensei, how long have you two been together, anyway?" 

"That's enough questions," Aizawa said firmly, his expression turning stern. "I've indulged you enough. Now get back to class, all of you." 

They dispersed with a ‘Yes sensei!’, still whispering amongst themselves. Aizawa let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. He couldn't believe they had found out about his relationship so easily. 

Aizawa found himself feeling both relieved and anxious. It was a weight off his shoulders to have the truth out, but he was also worried about how the students would react to the revelation.  He knew they were a curious bunch, and he couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. As he brutes through the halls of UA, he notices you on the opposite end, walking toward him with a bundle of papers. “Oh, hi Aizawa!” 

He looks up from his gaze on the floor as you approach, his tired eyes lighting up slightly. "Hey." 

He paused; his mind still preoccupied with the recent events with the students. Should he tell you what happened? 

“You look agitated” 

Aizawa sighs, his expression hardening. "Yeah, you could say that. The students found out about us...us being together." 

“Oh” you hum and sigh in defeat, “Guess it was bound to happen. But I'm sure they know better than to spread it. Especially from someone as brute as you” you chide playfully. 

Aizawa huffed, rolling his eyes. "You have too much faith in those kids. They're nosy as hell." He crosses his arms, his expression softening as he looks at you. "But I told them to keep it quiet. I made it clear we don't want everyone knowing about this." 

You chuckle and nod, “I see, well I'll keep an ear out just in case. For now, I've gotta get these papers to principal Nedzu” 

"Yeah, go ahead. I'll see you later. Don't work too hard, alright?" He gives you a small smile, his tired eyes softening as he watches you walk towards the principal's office. 

"Mhm, see you at home!” With a final wave, you exit down the hall. 

He watches you leave, sighing and rubbing at his temples, in need of a long-awaited nap.

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

PROPAGANDA

Rose Quartz Propaganda

"We saw her character arc in reverse!! We first saw all the good she did and then learned of her terrible actions in the past. If her story was told the other way around, it would have been a great redemption arc. Yes, she did some terrible things, but she had no choice. She did everything she could to stop the colonization of earth peacefully buy nothing worked. Blue and yellow diamond just didn't listen to her and when they did, THEY were the ones who made the zoo and shit. Rose wanted to free them but couldn't get to them after the war! And with the corruption, there's no way she could have known that'd happen. There's so many things she wanted to do but just couldn't. And with spinel, yes it was shitty to leave her alone for so long, but again, between running her court, running the rebellion, dealing with earth, she likely wasn't a very high priority and like with the zoo, there was no way to get to her after the war since the galaxy warp was destroyed. And don't forget, she was practically a child around this time. You're saying you didn't do any stupid, selfish, or harmful things as a kid? She learned from her experiences and grew, we just saw that growth in reverse, leaving us as viewers with a poor perception of her."

"Rose Quartz is Steven Universe’s dead mom. Initially, she’s set up as sort of an ethereal perfect figure who everyone misses and compares him to. Later we get to see more of her backstory and discover that she’s actually like, a person, with flaws, who has done some bad things, but she did those bad things largely in the course of trying to escape an abusive home life and save the people and planet that she fell in love with. It’s very clear that despite her flaws she was trying to do the right thing and that she deeply cared about others. Unfortunately, a woman who was not a Perfect Martyr was way too much for the Steven Universe fandom to handle. She pretty much set off the wave of SU crit blogs because these people were furious either that she had taken violent measures to solve her problems, that she hadn’t taken violent enough measures to solve her problems, or both somehow. Lots of “Why didn’t she just murder her abusive parental figures?” Lots of “She was evil for having a baby even though she knew she’d die in childbirth!” Lots of “She should’ve been able to protect everyone from a magic nuclear weapon with the power of love somehow.” Lots of “She shouldn’t have rebelled (even though not rebelling would’ve meant the destruction of Earth) because her abusers retaliated and that’s her fault.” LOTS of people drawing her as stick thin even though she was fat in the show. People treated her like she was on the same level or even worse than her abusive parental figures who were also the main villains of the show. It was unbearable to witness."

Katara Propaganda

"She's smart. She's powerful. She an eco-terrorist. She's got the ability to grow as a person. She's a victim of misogynistic fans who codify her as an annoying bitch (sadly not affectionate) cause she's the "mom character." And that's all she will ever be is "The mom character." She bested Azula and could blood bend your ass but won't cause she's chosen not to be a monster! But she's the annoying mom instead."

"if i have to hear ONE MORE *touches necklace* joke i’m gonna mcfreaking lose it"

"despite being one of the most well-written feminist characters of children’s TV, the fandom decides to define her based on her very realistic 14-year-old girl flaws. Ignoring her complex independent arcs and motivations, people love justifying their hatred towards her based on her one line directed at Sokka that he didn’t love his mother as much as she did. Which, if we’re being nitpicky, isn’t so harsh given that it was Katara who shouldered most of the burden of her death, as well as Sokka’s admittance that he doesn’t even remember his mother. Not to mention that ALL the characters make selfish mistakes given the fact that they’re all aged 12-15??? (Aang hiding Katara and Sokka’s father’s letter, anyone???) She really is an elegant breakthrough of the typical female character molds of “girl who is badass” and “girl with a crush on the mc who sits on the sidelines” and it’s so frustrating to see her get the most hate out of the Gaang"

Mabel Pines Propaganda

"[insert "i am 12 years old" comic]"

"You probably already know about this but back when the series was airing people were really pissed at Mabel because she was supposedly selfish. Yeah ok guys asking for a fucking megaphone to help a merman find his family was TOTALLY unreasonable. Dipper giving up one (1) "date" with a girl way older than him to save Mabel's pet was SO not worth it. (This is sarcasm btw. Side note a lot of these have to do with Dipper's crush on Wendy which is a whole other discussion.) And then there's the big one. Mabel causing Weirdmageddon. What people fail to realize with this is that 1) she was extremely stressed when she handed Bill the rift 2) she was tricked by Bill, a being that is A MASTER AT TRICKING PEOPLE, into thinking that she was being handed a magic solution to what felt like the end of the world to her, and 3) she was TWELVE. Not to pull out the "she is literally neurodivergent and a minor" card but do you really expect a 12 year old who's just been told that she's gonna have to face a big and difficult transition WITHOUT her brother who's been there for her all her life to make a rational decision? Y'all seriously fell for Bill's empty words in Sock Opera. Absolute bufoons. You would not survive Weirdmageddon."

"Oh wow, a preteen girl under extreme distress acts like a preteen girl under extreme distress. Whoda thunk?"

[lovegasmic]

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬▶ WELCOME HOME, CALEB 𝗩𝗛𝗦

‘ zayne x fem!reader x caleb ’ love and deepspace

⌞ PG-18 ⌝ — based off Caleb’s first scenes but with the current reunion◞ double penetration◞ thigh fucking◞ cunilingus◞ fingering ◞ squirting ◞ kitchen sex ◞ blowjobs ◞ creampie◞ tips touching◞ three way kisses◞ there is a little tension between Caleb and Zayne◞ and Caleb is a tease / sarcastic but not mean◞ w plot !

“let’s invite Zayne over for dinner”

you still remember that day clearly, when things were perfect, having shared a yummy lunch with Caleb and Grandma before everything went crashing down.

who could have through that lingering promise would have turned into a “let’s invite Caleb for dinner” instead.

surprised was not even the correct word to express how you felt upon reuniting with Caleb once again, shock, confusion, happiness, all emotions previously bottled up now bursting as you ran to embrace the man you had missed deeply.

“Zayne will be running a little late” you explain to Caleb who is currently standing next to you while helping chop a few vegetables, giving some extra attention to the carrots, “there was an emergency at the hospital”

Caleb couldn’t care less, to be honest, hiding the fact that he would very much rather spend the whole day with you alone, but alas, some time before the black haired man arrived was also welcomed.

“oh, really?” he hums, grabbing yet another carrot to chop, nonchalantly with a slight hint of a smile on his face, “it’s a pity, he works too much, doesn’t he? he’s probably getting wrinkly already” his words are so filled with amusement, like an inner joke he is not willing to share.

“don’t tease him” you scold him gently, “but yes, Zayne is often overworked, he never listens when I ask him to take breaks”

“he is a girls repellent, they don’t like workaholics” Caleb starts, almost as if he was testing the waters while you turned to wash a few used utensils so couldn’t see his eyes following you to gauge your reaction, “girls like attentive guys…, guys who can cook…, don’t you think” was he… praising himself?

“well—” Caleb scoffs a little loud, a sound you would have heard if it weren’t because the door suddenly was pushed open and Zayne walked in, with a bag in his hand and sliding his glasses into the shirt pocket with the other.

“oh, Caleb, it’s good to see you again” the doctor’s tone is as flat as you expected, yet he still approaches to greet the other man whose only thoughts are why did Zayne had the code to your apartment, why is Zayne so comfortable in your house, why is Zayne placing his hand on your waist while walking past you.

Caleb is not liking this at all.

“yeah” the smile gets back in place with a hint of annoyance that lasts a second, “good to see you too, Zayne”

the latter’s attention shifting to you almost immediately, now there is a soft smile while leaning next to you to check what’s in the oven, then the bag he was carrying is left on the counter, “i got some—”

“macaroons” Caleb chimes in with that smirk that borderlines on bickering, “i’m not surprised”

Zayne’s eyes lay on the other man, looking a tad bored even, then down on the counter with an almost imperceptible raise of a brow, “and you are still obsessed with carrots, i’m not surprised either”

“she loves them” Caleb motions to you while his eyes lock on Zayne’s

“i can’t—”

“she likes macaroons better”

“that’s you, actually—” you get to whisper under your breath, the atmosphere thick with unexpected tension.

“we grew up together” Caleb retorts, “i know her better”

“i also grew up with her”

“but not as long as me”

“are you sure about that?”

“stop!” you finally raise your voice and both of them turn to look at you with expressions softening like puppies who just got scolded, “why are you fighting? this was supposed to be a nice dinner” your voice lowers with a sigh as you lean over the counter with both hands on the surface.

Zayne is the first to speak, resting a hand on your lower back, “i’m sorry”

and Caleb joins, saying your name very gently while bringing a hand to cup your nape, “i’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to ruin things” then he plants a kiss on the top of your head, to which Zayne replicated with a kiss on your shoulder, their affection making you shiver slightly.

but you don’t reply yet, having a hint of a pout on your mouth that both men find absolutely adorable, starting to leave more kisses across your skin, Zayne trailing up your neck to your ear while Caleb went down to kiss your neck and collarbones, unable to stop the soft whines that left your lips. and they continue, taking the cute little sounds you make as encouragement, “so cute” Caleb murmurs, with a hand coming to squeeze your waist and rub under your shirt with a thumb.

Zayne on the other hand, trails his hand up and down your back, settling on top of your butt and gently tugging you closer to the both of them.

“I didn't mean to upset you” is Zayne who speaks first, lowering his head to take a better look into your face and slowly pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

which Caleb takes as a challenge, mimicking the other man to stare into your eyes with a smile, “come on, pipsqueak, forgive me” then presses a kiss on your lips, a chaste one that leaves you slightly surprised, unable to properly understand what just happened before Zayne repeats the act, the frown on his face almost imperceptible because of the way they’re constantly kissing you without giving you a moment to think.

until both crash and you are left utterly speechless when they both kiss you, with hands on your hips and waist, tongues sticking out to meet the other two in what you can just catalogue as the lewdest kiss you’ve ever gotten, unsure of whether of it’s Zayne or Caleb whose hands grope your ass, whose the one sliding a hand under your shirt until it comes to lay under your boob and you moan against their eager mouths.

the kiss does not stop, it’s so messy, with saliva, tongues and teeth, muffled groans of delight solely from kissing your soft lips.

“you taste delicious” Caleb parts with a pant, as if he has just ran a marathon and would do it again, all while Zayne takes the opportunity to kiss you himself, still without much words, yet cupping the back of your neck to tilt your head back and devour your mouth, sloppily and uncharacteristically messy for a doctor of his level.

kisses get peppered on your neck next, lower and lower while your other best friend starts to slowly open your blouse buttons, his tongue leaving a burning trail that soon cools against the air from where his saliva touches the skin of your chest, down the valley of your tits. his hands being too skilled and Zayne’s kiss leaving you breathless that your lust filled brain barely registers the other man’s hands undoing your bra, too impatient to even take it off so he just pushes the soft fabric up and attaches his lips to a nipple, sucking eagerly and barely nibbling on the sensitive flesh, sending waves of slick down your already drenched panties.

“ah, fuck—” you moan against Zayne’s mouth, who eagerly receives the sound with a low growl of his own, slow and very gently sliding the hand —you now realize was Zayne’s all along— down the curve of your ass and under the skirt, barely teasing the crotch of your panties with a single finger that dips in between your folds through the flimsy fabric.

moans only grow, getting a little choked with how dizzy both of them made you feel.

Caleb’s lips are so eager, so soft and warm, leaving each nipple utterly sensitive and coated in saliva as he moaned against your skin, unconsciously helping Zayne keep your skirt up around your waist as he slowly knelt in between your legs, nose bumping against Zayne’s fingers and your lower lips that were so visible through the soaked panties, “fuck, love… you smell divine” his voice so deep and makes your knees buck, and forces Zayne to finally release your mouth with a gasp as his green eyes flickered to the sight of Caleb between your legs, eagerly tugging down on your panties until the fell on the cold ground with a soft ‘splat’ due to how wet they were.

you whimper at the coldness, which gets quickly replaced by Caleb’s lips attaching to your clitoris, sucking the engorged nub, “C-Caleb! a-ah yes” your cries are heavenly for both men, who can feel their cocks getting even harder at your sounds, smell, and they way your cute body shook.

Zayne is quick to help, latching his lips to your earlobe and nibbling, making sure to wrap an arm around your waist to keep your body upright as his finger found your empty and fluttering hole, “so wet, so pretty” his voice is deep, caressing your ear like his fingertips does with your hole before dipping inside, “and so tight…”

“Zayne!” you mewl, now, holding onto Caleb’s hair with a hand and Zayne’s wrist with the other, a few seconds away from letting out a sob bubble out your throat.

“good?” and you nod, gasping at each delicious thrust and curling motion of the fingers inside your gushing cunt that squelched vulgarly, alongside the sounds of the man between your legs, slurping and sucking on your clit and folds as his life depends on it, occasionally brushing against the other man’s fingers which makes him groan.

there is slick dribbling down your legs, which Caleb eagerly laps up with a low, murmured, “fucking delicious” before his lips are on you again, there’s a cacophony of sounds, to which the sound of belts soon join and a muffled growl against your folds, before you can hear a soft ‘shlick’, fluttering your eyes open to be greeted with the sigh of Caleb between your legs and his arm moving desperately between his own.

“can I…” Zayne breaks your line of thought, pressing a kiss on your nape and the tip of his now bare and drenched cock rubs against the back of your thigh, immediately understanding what he was asking for and you nod.

Caleb stands finally, with lips coated in slick, aggressively fisting his own fat and veiny cock that already leaks precum before he is kissing you now, sharing the taste of your juices and a hand tight on the hair in the back of your head to keep your head still.

“you taste so good” Caleb mumbles with what you can just explain as a drunk hazed smirk, and you’re no far from it, with half lidded eyes, moaning wantonly while a little line of saliva dribbles down your cheek at Zayne’s two fingers abusing your cunt, managing to hit the delicious spongy spot that had your hole gushing waves after waves of slick all over his hand and a bit on the floor.

your hands land on Caleb’s shoulders, tugging for another kiss at the same time Zayne’s thick cock slides between your legs, keeping them squished for a better grip.

“stay like that” he murmurs so low and dark that you, once again, get impossibly wetter, soaking his cock that’s perfectly nestled between your folds and bumping on your clit with each thrust.

it really is flattering how both of them get whipped by you so easily, with Zayne moving faster and faster until your body gets also rocked back and forth, and his cockhead brushes against Caleb’s in front of you, making them both moan and you whine at the sound, throwing your hips back to get a little more friction, “m-more, please, I need to cum” you almost beg, and a hand lands on your clit, offering to rub you through an orgasm but you refuse, “no, i— ah!”

Caleb cups your face with a hand, a little tighter than necessary but his dark and blown pupils stare at you, “what do you need?”

Zayne stops too, rubbing on your lower abdomen so sweetly, “your cock” you murmur and precum dribbles down your thigh.

“whose?”

“both…” you barely murmur, letting another moan leave with how tight Zayne’s hands get on your hips.

“are you sure?”

“yeah… maybe… one at first?”

and they both agree, now Caleb sitting atop the kitchen counter, legs spread and your eager and warm mouth wrapped around his long cock that fills every inch of your mouth, veins pulsing in a warning of an imminent orgasm that he forces to stay down until he has a taste of that sweet cunt too.

“oh, darling, oh fuck” you never could have expected for Zayne to be so vocal, moaning against your neck while he basically humps your pussy with tiny thrusts that keep him deep, but they are so aggressive, so needy that you get pushed further against Caleb’s cock lodged down your throat, and a few tears fill your eyes at the stretch.

“ah, yeah, shit…” is the latter who moans now, grabbing a fistful of hair and keeping your mouth still, drooling all over his pelvis, “i need to fuck your cunt now, Zayne move over”

there is a little grumble from Zayne but he obeys, pulling you back against his chest that is now just covered by a shirt, you gasp and pant at the amounts of air that fill your lungs, allowing for Caleb to stand up in front of you, he was completely naked unlike Zayne and you who just had a skirt and socks on right now.

they tilt your head at the same time, lips crashing like minutes ago, making you so dizzy that you can barely register how they both lift you up, having you squished in the middle, thighs spread wide and swinging over their big arms.

“c-careful” you murmur through the mess of tongues upon feeling another cock poke on your clitoris, teasing the slick soaked skin and down your full and overly stretched hole that pulses around Zayne.

“i’ll be gentle” Caleb smirks, prodding against your abused pussy and slowly but steadily getting inside, the three moan simultaneously, the stretch too wide but still as inhumanly good, the feeling of their cocks rubbing together was sending shivers down their spines but none of the men was willing to say it out loud, barely nibbling on their bottom lip to keep the sounds down.

“so… tight” Zayne murmurs with open mouthed pants against your nape.

“you feel… ah… so amazing… what a heavenly pussy” Caleb comments next, keeping your thighs wide so his balls finally press flush against Zayne’s and your needy cunt.

“y-eah…! s’ full” your words are slurred, eyes crossing already and barely having time to think before they are moving and tossing you around, too pussy drunk to stop as they use you like a rag doll, up and down, sometimes in circles that has your toes curling and chest glistening with sweat and saliva that leaves your mouth wide open, almost dumb.

they groan unabashedly, muttering praises to your gorgeous cunt for sucking on their cocks so good, like a damn fuckin’ vice, refusing to let them go even if your brain shuts down, “s’ good, s’ fuckin’ good, feel funny…”

they have never seen a sight so pretty, your eyes crossed and filled with tears, tits jiggling and nipples hard in blissful pleasure.

there are a few jets of liquid gushing from your pussy, too stupid to even realize you’ve been cumming on their cocks already, they’re tiny but makes both of them groan when louder, hips snapping brutal and vulgarly against your over sensitive and used pussy, that keeps cumming nonstop.

Zayne has a hand on your pelvis, barely above your pussy, pushing in the skin to keep you flush and somehow feeling the movements of your insides being fucked by their fat cocks, making you squeeze them tighter.

“i’m going to cum” Caleb mutters with a hoarse tone, his forehead is covered in sweat and his head low, jaw slacked to let out those pleasure sounds, “can’t last longer, this pussy is too good”

Zayne does not want to admit how embarrassingly close he is as well, gritting his teeth while his hips snap a bit harder, making his flesh slap against your ass that’s sore by this point.

two, three more minutes and they fill you to the brim, tips pushing into that spot that is just so deep and you come crashing with a scream, soaking their lengths and balls with squirt while they both fill your womb with semen, so thick and so much you feel like throwing up.

no one speaks for what feels like hours, trembling in the middle of the kitchen floor, until Caleb speaks, “i hope… we can do this dinner again” his voice is low against your neck, and soon the smell of burnt food fills the air.

i’ve been wanting to write for them since so long so if its ooc I apologize ajsgshs

[yawnderu]

Currently thinking about neighbor!Simon with a sweet thing who keeps shamelessly flirting with him.

Ghost, the soldier who has been basing his life in self-control and discipline, knocked down a peg or two by his younger neighbor. He doesn't even respond to the flirting, simply replying with a grunt or a "thanks" so quiet you can barely even hear it before he disappears into his house.

Neighbor!Simon, who initially moved to your quiet neighborhood for some peace and quiet— and he gets just that, with one glaring exception.

Neighbor!Simon, who is forced to listen to your moans and whines as you bounce up and down a dildo, filthy nonsense escaping your lips whenever it hits a sensitive spot.

Neighbor!Simon, who seemed amused about it at first and ignored it, but after a few times started feeling his jeans tighten up.

Neighbor!Simon, who cups his throbbing boner over his jeans, trying his best to stop himself from jerking off, yet your whiny moans are taking away any semblance of self-respect he has.

Neighbor!Simon, who timed his strokes with the sounds of your squelching cunt, imagining it's him going in and out of you.

Neighbor!Simon, who pathetically came all over his stomach when you moaned out his name, filthy and overly loud words leaving your lips because you know he can hear you.

Neighbor!Simon, who since then was less of a Ghost in his own neighborhood, actually trying to reply to your attempts at making conversation with him.

Neighbor!Simon, who told you one of his awful dad jokes just to hear the loudest sigh ever, the corners of his lips threatening to tug up at your reaction.

Neighbor!Simon, who eventually started tagging along for anything you did— Grocery shopping? Paying bills? Going to the park? Shopping? He's coming with you, claiming there's lots of creeps around.

Neighbor!Simon, who accepted your offers for dinner, looking at you moving around the kitchen and helping you, imagining you're his pretty little wife.

Neighbor!Simon, who got enough courage to kiss you after being 100% sure you were interested in him.

Neighbor!Simon, who couldn't keep the surprise from showing on his face when during one of your make out sessions, you took him to your bedroom.

Neighbor!Simon, who was a groaning mess underneath you as you rode him, calloused hands holding onto your hips with a bruising grip.

'' 'S what you wanted all along, love?'' He manages to grunt out between his deep groans and moans, hypnotized by the way your tits bounce while your tight cunt takes all of him.

''Since I first saw you.'' You reply with honesty, leg muscles tired from riding him, but his thick cock feels way too good to even think about stopping.

''Good girl.'' He praises, eyes closing as his hips start to thrust up, meeting you halfway while you bounce on his cock, angling up your ass so he hits a more sensitive spot that has you moaning on top of him, his grip on your hips going to your ass while he moves your smaller body up and down his cock, thrusts getting rougher while you finally collapse on top of him.

''Cum inside.'' His hips falter for a moment as he looks at you with raised eyebrows, your hushed confirmation of being on birth control enough to keep him going even harder, driving himself into your cunt at an unlawful pace, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he thrusted deeply, the room filled with the smell of sex, walls bouncing with the sounds of your combined desperate moans as he shoved himself as deep as he could, filling your womb with his thick, fertile cum. It doesn't matter if you're on birth control, his seed is much stronger.

Husband!Simon, who got to come home from deployment to his missus, stomach swollen with his baby.

[itsswritten]

Cauldron-born

Pairing: Azriel x fem reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: When an unexplainable energy pulls the Inner Circle to barge into the Day court, they're all shocked at what they find. But it's Azriel who can't help wonder if his dreams have finally been answered.

Part 2

“I hadn’t meant to hide this from you Rhysand,” Helion’s usual warm tone was replaced with something sterner, bolder— unwavering.

A breeze pulled on your skirt, the floaty material rippling under the wind. It was always warm in Day, but now, with the appearance of uninvited guests, there was a coldness in the air you hadn’t experienced before.

A bite that pulled at your skin raising goosebumps across your arms.

You guessed this reaction wasn’t a rare occurrence when facing the Night Courts Inner Circle.

Helion shifted his weight, his body stood in front of yours in a protective manner. A nervousness emitted from his energy, an emotion that actually seemed strange to even be associated with him. 

Helion wasn’t the nervous type. Charming and flirtatious, bold and defiant— not nervous.

Helion pushed his shoulders back, his stance flexing against the shadowy group that had just arrived. 

They had shaken him. 

Perhaps you were naive to think these people wouldn’t, naive to believe you could live your life quietly. Slip through the cracks. Go unnoticed. No you were not destined for that, as much as your dear friend may have wanted that for you.

So if a quiet life was not meant to be, then you would at least claim it as yours. 

With a light step you moved from behind Helion to his side, coming into full view of the group who had appeared unannounced in the courtyard. Your hand came to Helion’s gently, giving him a soft squeeze and light smile that stretched to your eyes.

How they had gotten through Day Courts shields didn’t come as a surprise really. Helion had divulged how powerful the High Lord of the Night Court was. That if he really wanted to take them all down, then Helion suspected in that unrelenting pit of power Rhys probably could.

But despite this power, Rhys had never ravaged control over the land. Helion was fond of Rhys and his family, they were allies. Perhaps he would even consider them friendly.

And yet Helion hadn’t told them about you.

Energies and rhythms rippling from their bodies, all with their own melody of colours unique to them floated toward you. Your eyes scanned over their features quickly, reading their expressions, the tight lines their faces made before one look pulled you to a hasty stop.

A hazel lock held you tightly as a males gaze ensnared you. 

Golden rays broke through a midnight blue aura, trapping you in a moment that seemed to expand and retract all at once. He was the most beautiful male you’d ever laid eyes on, and it took every ounce of will power to pull your gaze from his.

There was a simmering at the pit of your stomach, something familiar and warm, and you swore you could hear singing—

“She is like us.” A girl from the back of the crowd spoke, beautiful and sweet. Elain, you assumed. Her aura, one that resembled sunlight radiating in golden flicks. If you hadn’t known who she was you’d had assumed she was a Day court resident from her glow alone.

Elain stepped forward, another girl stepping beside her as if they’d both been pulled by the same magnetic pulse to the front of the group.

This girl. This girl was Nesta. You were sure of it. That silver flickering aura licked at her skin, an energy so similar and yet so different to her sisters.

“Hm..no not exactly like us…” Elain seemed to mutter, more to herself than anyone else. Her eyes scanning you as she tried to get a read, try and decipher what had pulled her here in the first place. 

Why you had pulled them here.

“Something other.” Nesta spoke.

You don’t think she’d actually intended for it to sound so venomous, but the words had snapped like poison. You noticed how for a split second there was a softeness in her energy. Whether she was regretful of her tone or not, you had flinched at the word.

Other.

Hm. Perhaps that was the best way to describe you.

Elain glanced at her sister, her face not changing as she digested Nesta’s words. There was a shuffling behind them, only slight and small. Would barely be noticeable if it wasn’t so hard for you not to notice.

Him.

His scarred fingers twitched at his sides, shadows swirling around them as they peered over those giant black membranes that were drawn in at his back. A tattoo creeped up the side of his neck, peeking through his shirt as you followed up to his jaw. Black leather’s covered his body, blue siphons shimmering under the setting sun. You tried so hard not to let your eyes wander back, but as though you had no control you gaze landed on his again. 

Only to find he was already staring.

Azriel.

Helion had mentioned him to you before and you recalled how you had rolled the name a few times in your mouth. The name feeling so foreign and familiar all at once.

“Not cauldron-made, no not quite.” Elain had turned her attention back to you.

You had stepped forward now, stepped out from the shadow of Helion.

Stepped out to face what you had been avoiding. 

“You are Cauldron-born.” 

✵

“Would you like to join us for some tea?” Your response had been after Elain’s heavy statement.

Your words coming out in a flurry to cut through the heaviness in the air. Despite being outside it felt stifling. Several eyes piercing into you. You could almost hear the way they were trying to decipher you— breakdown what Elain had said. 

You hadn’t allowed them the time. Quickly offering them tea, as you glanced at the small set up you and Helion had come to the courtyard to enjoy.

It was only a matter of moments before more furniture was erected and began the awkward silence while the piping pot of tea began to simmer to a cool.

Your hands were scrunched up in your skirt, fists full of fabric on your lap being an obvious tell of unease to those who knew what to look for. A strained smile was forced to your lips, expression light and brows arched in apprehension as you watched the uninvited guests silently take sips of tea. 

With a quick sideways glance you gave Helion a nervous smile, your lips wobbling as you took a sharp inhale. Helion responded with a gentle pat of your head, his large hand coming to ruffle your hair while a lazy smiled adorned his lips.

His energy finally shifting to one you recognised more, warm and teasing. He was relaxed again. Whatever shock the inner circle had originally caused, Helion now seemed...somewhat nonchalant.

That should have been reassuring, but the tension in your muscles didn't want to relax.

“This is y/n,” Helion finally spoke, addressing the people who had barged into his court. 

At the revelation of a name, the inner circle cast their attention solely on you. 

“These are my friends y/n, I’ve told you about them already. We had anticipated your arrival at some point,” he continued giving a knowing look to Rhys.

Your eyes scanned the expressions of the five people in front of you. 

Rhys, Amren, Nesta, Elain and of course Azriel. Not the whole inner circle, no there were members missing. But Helion had done such a great job at explaining them to you, that it really wasn’t difficult to figure out who was who.

“It’s l-lovely to meet you all,” you managed out, voice falling softer than you had hoped. Your own eyes gently moving across them all before flitting to the shadowy presence that remained stood behind the Night Courts High Lord. 

Azriel.

Spymaster and Shadowsinger of the Night Court.

You couldn’t seem to stop yourself from looking, among all the noise he sung the sweetest. His energy, amongst those swirling smoke coloured tendrils was the most beautiful display you had ever seen. Not the most powerful by any means, Rhysand and Helion’s outshone his aura in many ways but his was the most enticing— at least to you.

Composure wasn’t something Azriel usually lacked, but after hearing the softness of your voice fill the warm evening air he had to collect himself entirely.

From the moment he’d set his eyes on you, he couldn’t ignore the feeling in the depths of his chest. Maybe if you hadn’t been the cause of it, he’d have assumed there was something wrong with his heart. 

Azriel noticed the way your fingers nervously picked at your skirt, fists tight with the material as you sat up straight beside Helion. As if your posture would bring a confidence you were clearly lacking. 

He could sense it, your unease, nervousness. Picked up on it before even his shadows could whisper it to him.

Nervous, nervous, nervous.

He blinked them away. He already knew. 

Pretty. 

Another whispered. He already knew that too.

Pretty was putting it plainly though. You were breathtaking. 

Azriel wanted to reassure you. Comfort the anxiety he could tell you were drowning in. It was such a strange sensation, to feel this connection so deeply with someone he’d never met before, that Azriel couldn’t help but question why.

Azriel allowed himself to consider that perhaps something he’d been dreaming of for so long was finally his. 

That feeling, the ache in his chest you caused— was almost painfully lovely. He swore this was exactly how his brothers had described it to him.

Azriel found himself allowing the smallest curve spread to the edge of his lips, a gentle, secret smile. Just for you.

A smile that softened your own forced expression to something more relaxed and genuine. 

For a moment it felt as though it was just you two. The noise and vibrations of everyone else seemed to fade. An embrace of cobalt and hazel filling you with a warmth that felt so familiar.

“But Elain is correct. Y/n is cauldron-born.” Helion’s voice broke the trance you both seemed to be in.

Your nervousness from before simmering hotter.

“It cannot be,” Amren declared, disbelief tinging her tone as her gaze pierced into you.

“You think I lie?” Helion challenged. 

“How do you know for sure?” Rhys pressed back, an uncertainty in his tone.

“Because I know you all feel it too,” Helion’s voice was deep, a gleam in his eye as he turned to you proudly.

“She is the Mother’s daughter.” 

A statement. Even more bold than Elain’s settled a silence across the courtyard. This time it wasn’t stifling, their energy shifting to something of awe, admiration and then devotion.

In one quick movement a figure dropped to their knees. Head pressing to the cool stone ground.

Amren had bowed before your feet. 

And Amren bowed to no one.

a/n: Okay I know this a whole lot more of elusive-ness and I'm sorry, I just thought sharing this little bit more is better than nothing at all. I wanted to flesh this first out properly so here's the full part one! I've been so swamped with work and inspiration struck this evening so I quickly wrote this in my notes. I promise I will eventually finish it, even if it's just little updates here and there. I'm hoping maybe 2 more parts, so it'll be a nice little mini-series!

I also took it upon myself to try and tag everyone who commented and reblogged because you all seemed very invested so didn't want you to miss this installment even if it is tiny<3

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[saeist]

what people don't know about sae itoshi is that despite being known as the nonchalant final boss, he's actually the most chalant person known to man when it comes to his lover

it's quite hilarious really. people who know about your relationship usually come to you and ask how the soccer super star prodigy has been treating you but you always answer the same— he's treating you well

although people don't really buy it. the way sae acts around you in public is rigid at best. yes, he's your boyfriend and yes, he loves you very much but when you two are out and about, media outlets just can't help but publish articles about how the famed middle fielder is totally "an emotional unavailable partner" (sae reports every single article about this btw)

sae itoshi is a man of few words. letting his actions talk for him is one way to put it

but behind closed doors? it's another story

it might be considered a legend that the sae itoshi is actually a pretty hands on boyfriend. in fact, sometimes it becomes a little too much when he dotes on you so much

one time you texted him that you had a headache for a while now and you almost forgot who you were texting the second he replies that it's because you didn't do this and that today

[3:14 PM] mi corazón: ? [3:14 PM] mi corazón: did you drink water today? i didn't see you drink before i left for training [3:15 PM] mi corazón: have you eaten? fucking hell don't tell me you "forgot" to eat again because you were caught up at work? [3:16 PM] mi corazón: wya? i'll order you food. ask your shitty co workers what they want too so i can treat your department while i'm at it. tsk [3:17 PM] mi corazón: tsk. what will you do without me [3:17 PM] you: sae... it's just a headache.... it's hot out today [3:18 PM] mi corazón: you forgot to bring the fucking umbrella i got you from pasotti? [3:19 PM] you: ykw i don't have a headache anymore [3:20 PM] mi corazón: read 3:20 PM

another time was you had joined him into going on a hike with his friends (shidou and aiku) and you accidentally had spluttered mud all over your legs

aiku and shidou were kind enough to stop so you could clean yourself up but you simply brush it off and say that it's part of the nature experience of hiking but sae thought otherwise

he grabbed a wet wipe from his backpack (another hc: he comes prepared like a boyscout with shit like this like personal hygiene shit💀), kneels down behind you and starts wiping the mud off your legs

much to everyone's surprise

"be careful next time" sae mutters, wiping the last bit of mud on your calf before disposing the now dirty wipes away

when you don't say anything, sae looks up and raises a brow

"what?"

he then watches your eyes motion to the bystanders being aiku and shidou, who both had their jaws dropped to the floor

who knew their little soccer super star friend could be this down bad to their lover?

sae immediately gets up from the ground, brushing his trousers as he clears his throat. as if that could erase that beautiful moment shared with you from aiku and shidou's minds

"tsk. don't make a big deal out of it" sae clicks his tongue in annoyance as he leads the pack back on the trail. consciously ignoring aiku and shidou's loud giggles and teasing

sae knows damn well that they won't ever live this down but who cares. if it's you, he'd do anything in a heartbeat

a few weeks pass by and wow, was sae right. those two idiots did not in fact live it down. so much that they just had to leak it to the media that the nonchalant final boss, sae itoshi isn't the final boss to nonchalance after all

the first thing he sees on his phone was a new article posted by pop base

[EXCLUSIVE] SAE ITOSHI ISN’T EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED AFTER ALL? JUICY INSIDERS SCOOP!

when he takes a peek at the article (before he reports it), it was oddly specific and detailed about that one hiking trip you had a few weeks ago. he didn't have to put two and two together to figure out who these "juicy insiders" were

"god damn it" sae clenches his jaw as he continues to skim through the article

suddenly sae hears you burst out laughing from the living room

oh no.

sae trudges to your shared living room with your own cup of kombucha for the day and sees you laughing your ass out while reading the same article

"stop reading that" sae groans, settling down the cup on the coffee table. he takes a seat next to you and leans his head on top of yours

"they're right you know" you giggle, reading the article "for a guy who acts all cold and collected on the outside, you sure are the exact opposite on the inside"

sae rolls his eyes, "gee. i wonder where they got that information from. i'm going to kill both of them" he mutters, pertaining to shidou and aiku

"you're just embarrassed that you've been exposed for the secret lover boy you are"

"they don't need to know what goes on behind closed doors" he points out. true

"okay lover boy. whatever you say" you laugh, holding your hands up in surrender. there was no point with arguing with sae when it comes to shit like this

there's a moment of silence after that. you glance up to catch sae quietly looking at you. like he was all caught up in the moment within your shared humble abode

"jesus. you really are down bad" you gasp quietly, covering your mouth pretending to be shocked. sae snaps out of his little trance hearing your words and flicks your forehead

"am not!"

"are so!"

"no!"

"yes!"

"i love you" you interject, catching sae slightly off guard

you meet sae's eyes as they soften. he simply shrugs and wraps an arm around your shoulders as he pulls you close to his chest

"and i love you more— now stop reading that stupid article before i report you and that damn news media outlet"

"sae!"

[leathfaic]

Ghost thinks he's cracked the code when he gifts Johnny an ultra complicated lego set for Christmas. Something to keep his hands and mind busy for a while.

He's watching, with terror and awe as Soap burns through a 1000+ pieces in an hour, with half a bottle of whiskey in him - drinking more while he's at it. He smiles the whole way through, though - and Ghost gets a tipsy peck on his cheek. Which might or might not have made the whole endeavour worth it.

"Thought that might keep you busy a while longer." he admits later, when he's deep into his own cups.

"Ach, dinnae sound so disappointed Ghostie, not'ing in there tha' can explode. Can work fast and sloppy."

Ghost just spent an hour staring at Johnny's hands and the concentration painted on his face. He knows there was nothing sloppy about that assembly. But he has to admit that compared to Soap's usual jobs, this is bound to be rather calming.

His eyes meet Price's over in another corner of the room. And the message, conveyed by a single raised eyebrow is clear. Ghost is not to add explosives to any gifts, even if it would make Soap very happy.

So naturally the next time - at Johnny's birthday - he slaps down a timer and a fully assembled lego set.

"Better get it done in time Johnny. And no cheating."

The way Soap's face lights up at the implication that there might be a bomb in his birthday gift should be concerning. But all it does is make Ghost wish there actually were some.

Johnny is a good sport about properly disassembling the marzipan compromise inside though. And just to prove he can immediately rebuilds the legos into the other figure they can form - taking a shot every time he has to look at the manual.

And when he carries his way too drunk partner to bed, Ghost vows to apply for Christmas leave. Which is something he hasn't done since...well for a long, long time.

Johnny, being the man that he is, never questions why they are going to spend Christmas in the countryside. A small cottage barely worth the name, as far away from other people as you can get on the Isles.

He just takes the chance to kiss Ghost every chance he gets, enjoying the fact that their isolation means he's getting an unprecedented amount of mask-free Simon.

"Got a surprise for you out in the shed, sweetheart." Ghost whispers when he catches Soap from behind while the man is about to open a bottle.

"Sounds like what a serial killer would say to lure ye into the open."

Ghost decides not to ponder that. With the reality of their jobs that answer... more than he's willing to argue right now.

"Should wait with that until you've had the surprise." he says instead, gently taking the bottle from Soap. Who for the first time frowns.

Ghost relents and they bring the scotch to the shed.

When Soap sees what he cooked up, he whistles low, no need to confirm that what he's seeing is the real deal.

It has taken all of Ghost's knowledge about explosives to craft the abomination. The two lego sets combined with a new third one, 6 sets of cables - all the same colour, and of course a live charge inside.

Johnny goes all still. Stalks closer like he's trying to get the drop on the inanimate object.

Watches it from all sides before turning to Ghost, "Do Ah need to follow protocol?"

His voice clearly tells him he hopes he does not have to. Ghost once again feels vindicated in his choice to move them out here, just pressing the bottle back into Soap's hand with a smile.

If this is what takes them both out then it's already worth it for the unhinged grin it gets him. Johnny's feral joy is infectious, and when he finally steps away raising his hands like he's expecting a crowd to cheer, Ghost honestly couldn't tell you how much time had passed.

He doesn't get a chance to ponder it either because the next second he's tackled by a full grown Scot with a half empty bottle of scotch in his hand and taken clean of his feet.

And if he hadn't already convinced this had been worth it, then the way Johnny makes sure to say thank you certainly is.

They do not make it back to the cottage for a good long while.

(This whole thing was inspired by my dear beloved @dismightyman who's singlehandedly holding it down in the Ghoap trenches with me)

[hoshifighting]

idk if someone asked you this but i’m a new reader and I REALLY REALLY LOVE YOUR WORKS!!!

can you please make wonwoo, the nerdy president who u thought was innocent and sweet but he’s the one behind ur fave nsfw audio creator???? AND HE’S A HARDFUCKER.. not what u expected tho..

i don’t know if i make sense but please pretty please 😭☝️

Synopsis: where you discover that the nerdy class president is the one man who creates the most nasty NSFW audios that you spend long nights listening to. WC: 2.8k WARNINGS: smut, audio porn, masturbation, hard fuck, dirty talk (obviously), bad sleeping habits (because of wonwoo), fingering, spanking, dirty talk, pussy eating, penetrative sex, protected sex, wonwoo whining, a lil invasion of privacy.

you’ve been running on fumes all day, the hazy buzz of sleep deprivation clinging to your brain like static. it’s no surprise, really. your night had gone the way it always does: you got home, flopped into your chair, threw on your headphones, and let onyx_lens—your favorite nsfw asmr creator—drag you under with that stupidly deep voice of his.

it was kind of pathetic, actually. you barely remember what the script was about—something about obedience or whatever—but you do remember the sound of his voice sinking into your brain like warm honey, making you cum so hard that you blacked the fuck out right after. now here you were, bleary-eyed and trying to stay upright in literature class, the regret of last night’s poor choices catching up with you.

wonwoo, the class president who was somehow both effortlessly chill and annoyingly observant, had been glancing at you every few minutes. you could feel his eyes on you as your head dipped forward for the third time, only to snap back up like a busted bobblehead.

but, in true wonwoo fashion, he didn’t say anything. no scolding, no judgmental sighs—just quiet observation.

when class finally ended, you were ready to yeet yourself into a nap for a solid 72 hours. you were shoving your stuff into your bag when wonwoo’s voice cut through the noise.

“you good?”

you froze. his voice wasn’t the same as onyx_lens’s, obviously, but it had that same deep, smooth timbre that made your brain short-circuit for a second. it didn’t help that his question sounded so much like something out of an nsfw script. you turned to face him, hoping your face wasn’t giving away how flustered you suddenly were. “uh—yeah,” you said, shaking your head a little too quickly. “just tired.”

wonwoo raised an eyebrow. “not sleeping well?”

your brain screamed. your tired, half-horny brain screamed louder. the overlap of his voice and onyx_lens in your head was un-fucking-bearable. you managed to nod, muttering something about late nights and deadlines, hoping he wouldn’t pry.

he didn’t, but his next question wasn’t much better.

“think you could help me with the sci-fi project? your last lit analysis was good, and i could use the extra pair of hands.”

you blinked at him. “me?”

he nodded, adjusting his glasses. “you. unless you’re too busy with...whatever’s keeping you up.”

oh, you mean my nightly sessions with onyx_lens and my vibrator?

you swallowed hard and tried to play it cool. “nah, i can help.”

and that’s how you found yourself standing outside wonwoo’s apartment later that evening, clutching your bag. his place was exactly what you’d expect from him—minimalist, neat, and smelling faintly of coffee.

“come in,” he said, holding the door open for you. “make yourself comfortable.”

easier said than done. you perched awkwardly on his couch as he set up his laptop on the coffee table, your eyes darting around the room in an attempt to ignore how nice his voice sounded in person.

“so,” he began, sitting across from you, “any ideas for the project?”

you cleared your throat, trying to focus. “uh, maybe something about robots and humanity? like, exploring ethical dilemmas or something.”

wonwoo nodded thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on you in a way that made your skin heat. “good idea. we could tie that into the main themes from class.”

he leaned forward slightly, scrolling through a document on his laptop, and you couldn’t help but notice how his glasses slipped down his nose. you were so not prepared for this level of proximity or his stupidly deep voice.

“you okay?” he asked again, glancing at you.

you blinked, realizing you’d been staring. “yeah, just...thinking.”

his lips twitched into a small, knowing smile. “good. let me know if you need a break or...anything.”

the way he said anything sent a shiver down your spine. you weren’t sure if it was exhaustion, residual arousal from last night, or the sheer presence of wonwoo in his element, but your brain was a mess.

you were supposed to be helping him with this project, but all you could think about was the way his voice would sound whispering in your ear, saying things that would make onyx_lens blush.

you were so close to winning the “most pathetic college student of the year” award it wasn’t even funny. after much back-and-forth with wonwoo, class president of your downfall, you somehow convinced him to let you walk home alone. except the man still went all soft and paid for a taxi anyway, which, like… thanks? but also stop being so nice, what the hell.

it was nearing 11 p.m. when you got home, and as if on cue, your phone pinged with a notification: onyx_lens’s weekly live is starting.

you stared at it for a second, blinking in disbelief. today’s theme? "neon circuits and orgasm denial (a cyberpunk experience) 8d audio"

sci-fi-themed. of fucking course.

you almost laughed at the audacity of the universe for this one. was this some sort of cosmic joke? was wonwoo onyx_lens?! no way. no goddamn way. you shook off the thought as delulu nonsense and dragged yourself to the bathroom for a quick sponge bath.

by the time you flopped into your chair, headphones on, the live was already in full swing. that voice—that stupidly deep, velvety voice—flooded your ears as the chat buzzed with unhinged comments. onyx purred, and you were done for.

you couldn’t even focus on the sci-fi plot he was spinning, something about rogue androids, monster cock, neon vibrators and human experimentation. his voice wrapped around you like a silk chokehold, and you were gone—just a vibrating mess in your chair, coming undone embarrassingly fast.

fast forward to the next morning: you woke up feeling like a used dishrag. again. headphones still on, your phone dead, and the memory of last night’s live replaying in your brain like a broken record.

by the time you dragged yourself to class, you were running on fumes and vibes. your hoodie was scrunched up around your face, making you look like a cross between a gremlin and an overgrown baby.

wonwoo noticed. you could feel his eyes boring into you as you tried—and failed—to stay upright. you were so close to just giving in and laying flat on the floor. honestly, it might’ve been comfier than your chair at that point.

wonwoo, sitting two rows away, looked like he was internally debating whether to intervene or let you rot in peace. when the bell rang, you startled awake like you’d been electrocuted, nearly knocking your stuff off your desk in the process.

“you okay?” he asked, falling into step beside you as you shuffled out of the classroom like a zombie.

“i’m fine,” you mumbled, voice muffled by your hoodie. “just need food. like, now.”

you detoured to the convenience store on the way to his apartment, snagging an entire kimbap roll and tearing into it like a starving animal. wonwoo followed behind, holding your water bottle with a look that was equal parts judgment and amusement.

“you couldn’t wait?” he asked, watching as you ate half the roll in one bite.

“bro,” you said around a mouthful of rice, “if i didn’t eat this, i was gonna pass out on the cold asphalt. your problem now, mr. class president.”

he rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, just handed you your water like the reluctant babysitter he was.

this was going to be a long afternoon.

you couldn’t help yourself. the suspicion had been eating away at you for weeks now, ever since you first heard his voice in class and that nagging sense of déjà vu set in. wonwoo had escaped to the bathroom, and you had the perfect opportunity to snoop.

your fingers hovered over his notebook, but then your gaze darted back to your own screen. back and forth, back and forth. his notebook. yours. the coincidences were piling up like a conspiracy wall in your head. the voice, the specific vocabulary choices, even the cadence—how did i not notice this earlier?!

“fuck it,” you whispered to yourself, grabbing his notebook and quickly pulling up the site where you normally streamed your favorite asmr creator. just to check. just to confirm your theory.

your heart pounded as the site loaded, every second dragging like molasses. the channel page opened, and at first, it seemed normal. too normal. you almost clicked away, feeling stupid for even suspecting anything.

but then you saw it: edit profile. analytics.

your breath caught, and a sharp scoff escaped you as you crossed your arms. oh, my god. the realization hit you like a freight train. it’s him. wonwoo. class president. sci-fi nerd. “how the fuck did i not notice?” you muttered, half impressed by his audacity.

you were so lost in your spiraling thoughts that you didn’t hear him return—until his voice, practically kissed your earlobe.

“what. do. you. think. you. are. doing?”

you jumped so hard your knee slammed into the underside of the desk. whipping around, you found wonwoo standing over you, his expression unreadable but his jaw tight.

“uh—nothing?” you stammered, trying to slam your laptop shut, but his hand darted out and stopped you.

“‘nothing’ doesn’t look like you snooping through my computer,” he said, his voice dangerously calm.

your cheeks burned. “okay, fine, maybe i was curious—”

“you were curious?” his tone sharpened. “curious enough to invade my privacy?”

“invade your—bro, you’re literally whispering dirty robot sex fantasies to the entire internet. how is that private?”

“that’s different!” his ears flushed a deep red, and you couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. “that’s content. this—this is personal.”

you rolled your eyes, leaning back in your chair. “oh, please. you’re mad i figured it out. admit it.”

he leaned closer, towering over you now, his hand pressing down on the desk beside you. “what do you want, huh? blackmail? are you gonna tell everyone?”

you laughed, loud and incredulous. “tell everyone?! dude, relax. i’m not gonna expose your little side hustle. besides…” you smirked, tilting your head to look up at him. “you should be thanking me. clearly, i’m a fan.”

wonwoo’s eyes darkened, and his lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. 

“you’re a what?” he asks, your pulse skyrocketing as he stepped even closer, crowding you against the chair.

“did i stutter?” you whispered, the challenge clear in your tone.

his mouth crashed onto yours, teeth and tongue and frustration. you barely had time to process it before he was yanking you out of the chair, his hands rough as they gripped your hips and spun you around.

“you want to act like a brat,” he growled into your ear, his voice so reminiscent of his asmr persona that it made you roll your eyes back slighty, “then you’re gonna get treated like one.”

he bent you over the desk, the cold surface pressing against your chest as he yanked down your college skirt and underwear at once. his fingers slid through your folds, already slick just from being around him.

“so fucking wet,” he muttered, almost to himself. “you get off on this, don’t you? knowing it’s me.”

“shut your mouth,” you gasped, but it came out more like a moan as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them and pressing them hard on your front wall.

“make me,” he challenged, his other hand coming down sharply on your ass. the sting made you gasp, your hips jerking against his hand as you tense on the desk.

the pace of his fingers was relentless, his thumb circling your clit in time with the thrusts. every part of your body was starting to be feveirsh, and you hated—hated—how easily he was unraveling you. you spent nights thinking about how it would be if onyx fucked you, and here you are. of course you would be a mess in a second.

“sorry” he mocked you. “am i too much for you?”

you clenched around his fingers, your nails digging into the desk as you tried to hold back a moan. “you talk too fucking much actually wonwoo,” you hissed.

“yeah, that's what's paying me at nights” wonwoo chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers out and flipping you onto your back with his big arms. before you could protest, he was kneeling between your legs, his mouth suddenly hot and insistent against your core, better than any other vibrator you insisted on using at night.

the sounds—the wet, obscene sounds of his tongue—mixed with your whimpers as he devoured you like a man starved. his hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as you tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation.

“stop—”

“stop?” he looked up, his chin glistening. “not until you admit i’m your favorite.”

you glared down at him, breathless and defiant. “you’re such an asshole.”

“and yet…” he smirked, diving back in and flicking his tongue against your clit until your head fell back, a broken moan spilling from your lips.

it didn’t take long before you were coming undone, your body shaking as his mouth pulled your clit. wonwoo didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, dragging out your orgasm until you were a trembling, incoherent chaos beneath him.

wonwoo doesn’t waste a second after pulling back, his hands flipping you over again so you’re bent over the desk, your cheek pressed to the cool surface as he grinds against you. the thick outline of his cock rubs against your dripping folds, still covered by the soft fabric of his grey sweatpants. you gasp, your hips jerking back involuntarily, and his pearly-white smile flashes above you.

“look at that,” he murmurs, almost smug, as a dark spot begins to spread on his sweatpants from your slick. “you’re soaking me through.”

the way he emphasizes the word makes your back contort in shivers, but you’re too far gone to care. your fingers claw at the desk as he keeps humping against you, his pace quickening. when he finally pulls back, you hear the shuffle of fabric as he yanks down his sweatpants and briefs. the soft clink of a drawer opening catches your attention, and you crane your neck to see him sliding on a condom.

“you’re still melting all over my desk,” he rubs a hand over the curve of your ass. “can’t even wait for me, huh?”

before you can respond, his hand comes down sharply on your ass, the sting making you gasp. he doesn’t stop, spanking you again and again until your skin is flushed and burning.

“you look so pretty like this,” he says, his hand smoothing over the heated skin before gripping your waist and lining himself up. “all messy and desperate for me.”

when he pushes in, stretching you inch by inch until you’re full and breathless, pussy trying to clench at his big grith to adjust. wonwoo groans, his head falling forward as he sinks in to the hilt.

your walls flutter around him, and he moans at the feeling, the sound so real and raw that it sends a jolt straight to your core.

“talk to me,” you manage to gasp, your voice muffled against the desk.

he chuckles, his pace picking up as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “you want me to talk dirty? you want me to tell you how tight you are? how good you’re taking me?”

you moan in response, your hips bucking back against him as his words send you curling.

“yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he continues, his voice thick with lust. your moans grow louder, and he suddenly remembers the videos you must’ve listened to—the whining, the moaning. the thought makes his stomach flip, and he decides to give you exactly what you want.

he starts letting out soft whimpers, his voice breaking with each thrust, the sounds spilling out almost involuntarily. “fuck, babe, you’re gonna make me cum—”

the genuine desperation in his voice drives you wild, and your body clenches around him, pulling him deeper. he groans, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you’re sure they’ll leave marks, but you don’t care.

“please,” he moans, his voice high and strained. “let me cum for you. let me—fuck—”

you push back against him, meeting his thrusts as your own climax builds, your breaths coming in short, broken gasps. the room is filled with the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies moving together, and the tension snaps all at once.

you come hard, your body shaking as you cry out, and wonwoo isn’t far behind. his hips stutter, a guttural moan escaping him as he spills into the condom, his body trembling with the force of it.

he collapses over you, his chest heaving against your back as you both try to catch your breath. after a moment, he presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, his voice still hoarse as he murmurs, “guess i’m a little better live, hm?”

you just let out a defeated moan, the coldness of the table soothing your hot cheeks.

“keep quiet about this, and i'll keep giving you more.” well, it's just an excuse that wonwoo said to fuck you over again.

[angelfic]

theodore nott x reader

warnings — kissing, kinda pg-13, mentions of drinking/smoking the usual stuff blah blah etc etc

a/n; truly thought another theo fic written by me would never see the light of day but here we are <3 this was meant to be a tiny drabble btw I hate myself!!!! NOT PROOFREAD!

THEODORE NOTT is shy.

he doesn’t understand why people find him intimidating. well, actually, that’s not completely true. he knows that people avoid him when he’s with his friends because they’re doing stupid shit like when enzo and draco are hexing each other for fun. or when mattheo starts scrapping out in the corridor because someone looked at him wrong and blaise is egging him on.

and, okay, maybe theo will jump in at some point too. in his defence, it’s only when the other guy’s friend starts in on him first.

but his friends aside, theo doesn’t understand why people think he’s intimidating when he’s by himself. it’s not his fault his resting face is daunting.

he wishes he could change it sometimes. girls will still come up to him at parties in the common room once he’s had a couple of drinks, but at the risk of becoming an alcoholic, he can’t be that loose all of the time.

theo wishes more than ever that he could cast some sort of spell on himself when you talk to him. you share a few classes, much to theo’s delight, but it’s not like he’s taking advantage of the fact.

every time you speak to him, his brain short circuits and he feels like a piece of muggle technology being fried by the wards of hogwarts. sometimes it’ll be something small like when you ask him to pass over the pot of lacewing flies in potions and he just stares at you.

“uhm, we’ve run out of them on our table,” you explain after a few seconds of silence, giving him a little smile. you point to the ingredients and raise your brows. “so…?”

he knows for a fact that his face is set in a blank expression that probably looks pissed off, especially when he catches sight of your friend at the table next door who practically looks concerned for your safety.

but his ears are burning and he feels like someone’s electrocuted him when he finally hands over the pot without looking at you and your finger brushes against his for a nanosecond.

“thanks,” you say, sincerely, a smile still gracing your lips as he offers you a stiff nod. you act as though you just had a completely normal interaction and it has theo stressing out because what if you see right through him?

another time, you’re late to history of magic and there are two seats left. one near the front and the other next to theo. you rush over and take out your things, barely registering who you’re sitting with, but theo is hyper-aware. no one ever willingly sits next to him aside from his friends.

once you’re settled, it appears that the rush of being late has left you quickly due to the monotone voice of professor bins and instead you’re fighting to stay awake. theo would know, since he keeps throwing glances your way.

at one point professor binns drones on about known cases of dragon pox and when he starts to list the symptoms, including a green and purple rash, theo mutters under his breath to mattheo, “much rather that than having to sit here for another bloody hour.”

his eyes flick over to you, surprised when you let out an unexpected snort of laughter. mattheo, having fallen asleep on his desk unbeknownst to theo, is oblivious to theo’s comment. instead, you’re the one covering your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from laughing too hard and theo physically can’t stop his lips from quirking up. he made you laugh.

later that day, he overhears your friend apologising for not saving you a seat in class. “i can’t believe you went and sat next to nott. i’m surprised he didn’t tell you to piss off.”

you immediately shush her, and your next words make him feel like he just ran a marathon. “i still don’t know what you mean. he’s nice… and funny,” you say simply, shrugging.

he repeats the words in his head over and over until the next time you talk to him, which happens to be at a party in the slytherin common room.

outside the party, actually. theo goes to sit right outside the common room entrance with his cup and a cigarette, partly to smoke and partly to get away from some of the girls who were flocking to him and his friends after they had all had a few drinks.

he’s exhaling a puff of smoke right as you’re quietly exiting the party to take a seat next to him and as soon as he spots you, he accidentally inhales the smoke the wrong way and coughs.

“sorry,” he mutters, waving the smoke away before it can go near you. he feels stupid and decides to just dump the thing into his cup before setting it aside. alcohol makes him looser, but it doesn’t make him completely immune to you.

“it’s fine,” you smile, crossing your legs as you settle on the ground next to him. “how come you’re out here every time there’s a party?”

“too loud,” he explains, letting his head rest against the wall as he starts to feel the buzz kicking in. “that, and to get away from all my adoring fans of course.”

this makes you laugh and theo, in his tipsy state, adorns a lazy grin at the sound, not bothering to hide that he’s looking at you.

“i don’t think there was a single girl who didn’t try chatting you or your friends up in there,” you shake your head, amused.

theo swallows, noticing the way you’re fiddling with the hem of your dress and he wonders if it bothers you. he blames the vodka for making him so bold when he says, “you and your friends didn’t.”

“my friends are scared of you,” you reply, raising your eyebrows as if to ask him if he’s surprised. “they think you’re always glaring at me.”

“nah,” he mumbles, looking at you through slightly hooded eyes. the dimly lit corridor makes your skin glow in a way that has him feeling a bit in awe, and he finds himself blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. “have they considered i’m staring at you because i think you’re fit?”

he promptly wants to punch himself in the face.

weirdly enough, you don’t look taken aback. you tilt your head as if pleasantly surprised, and your lips quirk up into the ghost of a smirk. “i have to say that explains a lot.”

“how so?” he asks, hesitant to know your answer. his heart stutters when you move closer to him and get up slightly to crouch beside him. your fingers reach out to tuck some of his hair behind his ear and he freezes, utterly still.

“well,” you say softly, a teasing glimmer in your eyes. “every time you speak to me the tips of your ears turn pink.”

and then you get up and leave and theo thinks his face has gone numb. he doesn’t remember much else from that evening, but the next morning his friends are asking him why he looks like he wants to kill someone.

he doesn’t know how to tell them that the someone he’s wanting to kill is himself for telling you he thinks you’re fit.

channeling the embarrassment into something useful, he tries to focus all his energy on the quidditch match he’s in against ravenclaw.

it goes by in a blur and somehow they’ve won, and theo thanks his lucky stars that they have because draco would surely have killed him for throwing the match due to being distracted.

the others run off quickly to the common room to celebrate, and theo tells them he’ll be right there, allowing himself to linger in the changing rooms for some peace and quiet before the inevitable celebrations.

“hey.”

he spins around, still in uniform with sweat dampening his hair and his green eyes fall on you in surprise. “uh. hi. what are you doing here?” he asks, uncertainly after the events of the night before. he hopes to Godric his ears are covered right now.

“just came to congratulate you,” you say with a playful smile.

theo’s brows furrow and his shoulders involuntarily slump slightly. he isn’t sure what he expected you to say, but it wasn’t that. “oh.”

you push yourself off the doorframe and enter the room, slowly walking closer to him. he’s never been more grateful for deodorant in his life.

“and one more thing,” you add, inching closer still.

“mhm?” theo is practically holding his breath in anticipation, and when you reach out to gently touch his arm, he stiffens for a second.

“i think you’re fit too.”

a startled laugh leaves him at your whispered words and instead of saying thank you, he finds himself stepping forward to clear the air and say what he’s been thinking since the party.

“i don’t think you’re fit,” he starts, face dropping when your smile falters. “shit, no, i mean you are. fuck,” he breathes out, dragging a hand down his face.

you take in the faint blush creeping up his neck that definitely wasn’t there right after he finished the match and allow him a second to gather himself.

“you’re beautiful,” he stammers, closing the gap between the two of you in earnest. he faintly registers the fact that he’s practically towering over you and leans down in an attempt to be less intimidating. “like, crazy beautiful. i meant to say that yesterday instead of sounding like an absolute twat, but i mean, what else is new when i’m around you-“

you cut him off by grabbing him by the collar of his quidditch jersey and pulling him down to press your lips against his in a firm, unyielding kiss. he stiffens, hands hovering uncertainly at his sides for a moment as though he’s frozen, but it isn’t long before he’s reacting, as though he’s suddenly woken up.

his hands find your waist immediately, pulling you into him and straightening up slightly to deepen the kiss, pulling you up slightly to stand on your tiptoes as your lips slot against his.

theo breaks the kiss to meet your eyes with his own wide ones, rushing out words between kisses. “i don’t think you understand just how long…” he exhales into your mouth, kissing you firmly. “i’ve been wanting to do…” he nips at your bottom lip, making you gasp. “this,” he finishes, grinning into the kiss when you melt against him.

theo takes the opportunity to reach his hands down to your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you over to the wall where he’s suddenly kissing you with a new confidence, moving to pepper kisses down your jaw and onto your neck.

you tuck a finger under his chin to lift his face up to yours where you match his grin, your lips swollen and eyes glazed over. he’s never seen a more beautiful sight.

“took you long enough.”

a/n cont.; I hate this soooo bad it was meant to be a silly little drabble and now it’s a block of uncapitalised mess but I’d put too much time into it (less than a day) so here u are I GUESS. take a shot every time I write a kiss that starts exactly that way

[gojodickbig]

car sex with bsf!satoru x f!reader😗

conts: nsfw!!! MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!

wc: 3k.

divider from @uzmacchiato !!

if looks could kill,

that brunette dude you were just chatting with? yeah, he’d already be six feet under.

don’t get him wrong—satoru gojo isn’t the jealous type. seriously, he’s not. and he knows you’re not doing anything wrong; you’re just out here having fun. but watching you laugh at some guy’s jokes? that was enough to make his blood boil and his head spin like he might actually hurl.

and seriously, he knew for a fact that guy wasn’t that funny.

so why the hell were you laughing so much?

satoru knows that what he’s about to do now isn’t fair. not even close. because he’s just your best friend. he’s been your best friend for years now—the one who’s always had your back, the one who’s sat through your messy breakups, listened to your drunken venting, and never once let you down. you trust him with your life.

he’s your ride or die.

and god, you’re his.

and unfortunately for that guy, satoru gojo doesn’t share what’s his.

or well…what’s about to be his.

satoru moves through the crowd, his sharp eyes never leaving you. your smile was still a little too wide for his liking.

when he reaches you, your eyes settle on him, and your look softens.

his heart stopped for a second.

“oh! satoru,” you say, flashing him a smile, “this is—”

“sorry,” gojo cuts you off, his voice smooth, turning to the guy and flashing him one of his disarming grins. “i need to borrow her for a sec.”

you blink, surprised by the interruption, but before you can even protest, gojo’s hand is around your arm, guiding you away.

“we’re leaving,” he says firmly, his voice a little too low.

you stumble a bit to keep up with his pace. “wait, satoru, what’s going on? why—?”

he doesn’t say anything right away, pulling you through the crowd and outside into the cool night air. when you’re out of sight of the party, he finally slows down, but he doesn’t let go of your arm. stopping, he turns to face you.

“seriously, what was that?” you ask, your tone a little confused, but you have a pretty good idea of what’s going on.

he takes a deep breath, like he’s just been through a war. “he was getting way too close to you,” he mutters, his voice tight. “and you were—” he stops himself for a second, like he’s trying to control his frustration. “fuck—i just didn’t like it.”

you blink, thrown off by the sudden shift. “satoru, we were just talking. it wasn’t like that.”

gojo crosses his arms and gives you a pointed look, his mouth twisting into a frustrated but amused frown. “don’t play dumb. you were leaning in, hanging on his every word. i’ve never heard you laugh that much at my jokes.”

you open your mouth to protest, but before you can even speak, a small laugh escapes your lips.

“so that’s what it’s about?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “you’re jealous?” you sigh, taking a deep breath. “satoru, i wasn’t leaning into him. i don’t even like him. he’s just a friend from middle school. he recognized me and came to say hi. we were just catching up. i was laughing because he was telling me stories from back then, not because he’s some funny guy.”

gojo’s jaw tightens, his brows furrowing as he looks at you. then he lets out a low, frustrated “oh,” like the realization just hit him. “so you weren’t getting all googly-eyed over him?”

you shrug, suppressing a smile. “no, dumbass, i wasn’t.”

he runs a hand through his hair, clearly trying to keep his cool. “well, shit. i don’t know why it bugged me so much. guess i just don’t like seeing other guys around you. especially when you give them that look.”

you roll your eyes, unable to hold back the smile now. “i told you, i wasn’t giving him any look and he was just being friendly.”

he shrugs with a grin, trying to act cool. “yeah, well, i didn’t like it anyway.”

-

the walk to the car had been quiet, too quiet for you. when you two arrived at the car, he opened the passenger door and gestured for you to get in.

“get inside. please.”

sliding into the seat, you barely had time to register the sound of the door slamming before he rounded the car and climbed in beside you.

the car was dark, the faint glow of the streetlight outside illuminating his sharp features as he turned to you.

“i’m sorry, by the way. i didn’t want to ruin your night, you know. but fuck, you drive me fucking crazy. seeing you talking so close with that guy drove me mad.” he reached out, his hand sliding up your face and squeezing it gently. “do you even realize what you do to me? i’m so fucking tired of hiding it just because i don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

your breath hitched as his words sank in, your pulse pounding in your ears. “satoru—”

“shh,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. “i’m talking now.”

his hand reached out, sliding down your thigh and pushing the hem of your dress higher. “tell me to stop, sweetheart. tell me to stop, and i will.”

“satoru—”

“tell me, baby. what do you want? want me to stop?” his hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your panties. he groaned softly, his breath hot against your skin.

“no—no, please don’t stop.”

and in that moment, satoru gojo lost his mind.

before you could process anything else, his lips were on yours. rough. hungry. demanding. his hand left your thigh to grip the back of your neck, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss. his tongue parted your lips with no hesitation, sliding against yours as if claiming every part of you in that moment.

the kiss was hot and dizzying, leaving you breathless as he devoured you like he’d been waiting for this forever. his teeth scraped against your lower lip, a low growl rumbling in his throat when he heard the soft whimper you couldn’t hold back.

he pulled back suddenly, his hand leaving your neck as he reached down to undo his belt with quick, practiced movements. the sound of the buckle clinking echoed in the tight space, followed by the low rasp of his zipper. he freed himself, his cock hard and throbbing, the sight making your mouth go dry.

“come here,” he ordered, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you onto his lap.

the cramped space made it awkward—your knees bumping against the console, your dress tangling even more up around your thighs. his hands slid under your thighs again, lifting you slightly to settle you over him. you gasped when his hand returned to your panties, his fingers teasing you one last time before pulling them aside.

“fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured, his fingers sliding through your slick heat. “you were thinking about this too, weren’t you?”

“yes,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“that’s what i thought,” he said, his grin cocky as he pressed his thumb against your clit, drawing a soft whimper from your lips. “fuck, look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “so desperate for me. say it.”

“s-say what?”

“say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours,” you gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. “i’m yours, satoru. all yours. always.”

“damn right you are.”

you bucked against his hand faster, chasing the pleasure he was giving you, but he stopped suddenly, pulling his hand away entirely. you whined at the loss of contact, but he only smirked, guiding his cock to your entrance.

“take it slow, baby,” he murmured, his voice softer now but no less commanding. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

you bit your lip as you sank down onto him, the stretch making your breath hitch. his hands gripped your hips tightly, grounding you as you adjusted to the feeling.

his lips found yours again, this time slower but just as intense, as if he was savoring you now. the kiss deepened with every second. you clung to him, trying to adjust to his cock, feeling like you might melt into the seat if he didn’t hold you up.

“fuck,” you gasped, your head falling against his shoulder. “you’re so big—it feels so goooood.”

his chest rumbled with a groan, his grip on your hips tightening. “yeah? taking me so fucking well, baby.”

you tried to move, but the cramped space and his overwhelming size left you breathless. his hands slid down to your ass, lifting you slightly to guide you. he thrust up into you in sharp, deliberate strokes, hitting spots that had you crying out.

“fuck, satoru,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders. “you’re so deep. i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he growled, his voice rough. “you’re made for me. just like that, baby. perfect fucking pussy—fuck.” he groaned.

your rhythm quickened, desperation driving your movements. the sound of your skin meeting his filled the small space, his low groans and your soft moans mingling in the dark.

“you’re close, aren’t you?” he asked, his thumb finding your clit again. “i can feel it. let go for me, baby girl. come on.”

your orgasm hit like a wave, your walls clenching around him as your body shook. the pleasure tore through you, leaving you gasping for air as your head dropped onto his shoulder.

“fuck,” he hissed, his pace faltering as he neared his own release. his voice was strained when he spoke again. “where do you want it, sweetheart? tell me.”

“inside,” you breathed, your voice trembling but certain. “want it inside. toru, please.”

“god, you’re gonna kill me,” he groaned, gripping your hips tightly as he buried himself deep. with one final thrust, he came, spilling into you as a guttural moan tore from both your lips and his. the heat of him filled you, the sensation making your already trembling body shiver.

for a few moments, the car was silent except for the sound of your ragged breathing. satoru’s hands slid up your back, holding you against his chest as he rested his forehead against your shoulder.

“i should’ve told you what i feel for you sooner if i’d known your pussy was this good…” he let out a breathy laugh, clearly pleased with himself.

you lifted your head, your hand swatting weakly at his shoulder. “you’re unbelievable,” you muttered, though the slight curve of your lips betrayed you.

“yeah? but now you’re stuck with me,” he smirked, tilting his head to capture your lips in a softer, slower kiss this time.

when he pulled back, his pale blue eyes locked onto yours, unguarded for once. “i mean it, though,” he said, voice softer now. “i should’ve told you how i feel sooner. you’ve always been it for me, you know?”

your chest tightened at his words, the raw sincerity in his tone making your heart race all over again. “well,” you murmured, brushing a strand of his hair back, “you’ve got me now, so don’t screw it up.”

satoru chuckled, the cocky grin returning to his face.

“trust me, sweetheart. i wasn’t planning on it.”

he leaned in, pressing one last kiss to your lips, and as his arms tightened around you, you knew you’d never want him to. “let’s go home now, yeah?”

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[sunrizef1]

Girl back home

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x wife!reader

Warnings: cursing (I think)

Authors note: this took forever, but now I can actually work on whiv now that I’ve finished this

Summary: Everyone keeps trying to set Logan up, but no one bothers to ask if he's already got a girl (surprise! he does!)

Word Count: 4.2k (jesus)

“What about her? she’s pretty,” Alex asks as he points at the five hundredth model to walk past the Williams garage that day.

If it hadn’t been his home race, Logan might have walked away an hour ago when Alex’s pointing started but instead, he stayed, choosing to endure Alex’s unrelenting matchmaking.

“No, Alex. I’ve already said no to about 50 other girls you’ve pointed out, what makes you think she’d be different,” Logan groans, his head leaning back to rest against the wall behind them.

Alex purses his lips, a frown on his face, “Why won’t you let me get you a girlfriend?”

Logan pauses to stare at the ceiling of the garage for a second before he turns his head to face the man next to him, “I don’t need a girlfriend.”

“Yeah sure man, I’ve seen you stare quietly at a wall by yourself more times than you’d probably admit. If that doesn’t scream “I need a girlfriend” then I don’t know what does,” Alex shrugs before turning back to face away from his friend, his hand coming back up to point at a pretty-faced blonde girl making her way past the garage, even smiling when she locks eyes with Logan, “Ooh what about her? She seems to like you!”

Logan just hums in response, his eyes closing as he leaves Alex to talk to himself.

In reality, Logan truly didn’t need a girlfriend. He had something even better, a wife. Who also happened to be you. You had met when you were kids and had been in love ever since. You liked to joke that it was love at first sight but every time you said it, Logan would wonder how much of a joke it really was.

You had been there for every step in his career, through the wins and the losses, through karting to Formula racing. So when he proposed after the end of the f3 season in 2020, no one close to you was really surprised.

You got married shortly after, neither one of you wanting a big, flashy wedding. Instead, the wedding was small but still nice, just some close friends and family in attendance. Even Oscar had been there and he made sure to reference the event to everyone who wouldn’t understand when around Logan. He loved to talk about the “party” Logan had in 2020 to the other drivers who, frankly, had no idea what he meant.

When he got his move to Formula One, you were over the moon for him. You didn’t worry about long-distance. You had made it work in the past and you both had total confidence in each other to make it work. You continued your degree in engineering and he continued his career in racing. You tried to make it to races when school would let you, which wasn’t often, and he was more than happy to fly you out when he could.

Logan genuinely loved you more than anything. With that being said, this meant that he did not have the time of day for anyone trying to set him up with the Instagram model of the week who had decided to visit a garage.

But at the same time, he also didn’t feel the pressure to share your marriage with anyone. He didn’t really know any of the other drivers very well and if they wanted to know more about him, they could ask. It’s just that no one ever did.

Except, it seems, when they wanted to set him up.

“Hey, Logan!” A British voice calls out to the American, whose head shoots up at the uncommon voice.

“What’s up, mate?” The blonde asks Lando, pocketing the phone where he had just been texting you to ask about your engineering final.

Lando grins and places a hand on the American's shoulder, raising his voice to be heard above the sounds of the paddock, “I was talking to Oscar and he mentioned something about your love life and something about you being lonely, I don’t really remember what he said but anyway, I’m talking to this girl and she has this friend who I think would be perfect for you.”

Logan’s face drops at the brunette's words, a frown replacing his smile, “I’m cool Lando, thanks though.”

Lando furrows his eyebrows, disbelief written on his features, “You sure, mate? She’s sooooo fine.”

Logan just nods his head in response, backing away from the McLaren driver slowly, “Yeah I’m sure Lando, you have fun thinking about your girlfriend’s friend though.”

Lando doesn’t seem to catch the diss as he just glances up and down at Logan before shaking his head and turning on his heel to head back to his garage. Logan sighs before taking his phone back out of his pocket to see another text from you. A grin breaks out on his face as he sees your name.

Logan hadn’t talked to very many of the drivers on the grid, often feeling on the outs of a lot of conversations. So he’s even more surprised to see Charles Leclerc making his way toward him at a club. A club he had only agreed to come to so he coule be Oscar's designated driver, by the way.

“Eyyy, it’s the American!” Charles says, the alcohol clearly present in his voice. The lights are too dimmed but if they were brighter, Logan would be able to see the lipstick smudges around his white collar.

“Hey, Charles,” Logan replies, scepticism laced in his voice. The Monegasque leans closer to him, the drink in his hand sloshing around in the cup.

“I have something to tell you,” Charles slurs a bit, leaning dangerously before a pretty brunette comes up and grabs him, based on her lipstick shade compared to Charles’ shirt, she had already been more than acquaintances with him before this conversation.

Logan glances at the pair before responding dryly, “Oh no.”

Charles grins before pointing back to where he had come from, a dark-haired girl sitting at the table, “That’s Natalie.”

“Navaeh,” the brunette pipes up to correct Charles as he nods in response.

“Yeah, Nivia. Anyway, she’s a friend of mine and she’s been eyeing you all night, thought you’d want her number.”

Logan rolls his eyes at the very clearly drunk couple in front of him, increasing his headache from the pounding EDM, “What an assumption there Charles. I’m actually good though.”

“What?” Charles asks, squinting to see the blonde under the club lights.

“No thanks,” Logan smiles tightly before moving to step around the couple and probably tell Oscar that either they were both leaving or Oscar was getting an Uber, “You guys have a good night though.”

The couple is already too busy sucking face to realize he’s left.

“I just don’t understand why they keep trying to set me up, I’m perfectly happy with you,” Logan complains to you over the phone a few nights later.

You were sat in your dorm, engineering work strewn across your desk and your roommate at a party somewhere. You were trying to get as much work done as possible before Logan came to Austin for the GP so you could spend the weekend with him.

“I mean, have you told them you’re married?” You ask, trying to stifle a yawn as your hand moves to write down the equation for the problem in front of you.

Logan shakes his head, the movement almost imperceptible through the small phone screen, “Nah, but it’s just that no one’s asked you know? I’m just waiting for someone to say “Hey Logan, you got a girl back home?” Before they try and set me up with some Instagram model they know.”

You smile softly as he talks, his hands moving to mess with his blond hair periodically. He eventually looks back to the screen once he’s done ranting and is met with your smiling face filling his phone screen, “What?”

“I love you,” you say warmly, your grin practically splitting your face.

Logan blushes before laughing and shaking his head to hide the redness on his face, “I love you too. I’ll see you next week yeah?”

You look down at the now-completed homework in front of you. Homework that could’ve taken about 2 fewer hours if you weren’t on call.

“Yeah I’m done with this. I’ll turn it into my professor tomorrow and after that I am free. When do you get in?” You ask, shuffling the papers together and sliding them into your bag before moving out of your chair and flopping onto your bunk, sleep clouding your eyes.

“Uhh,” Logan pauses, glancing at his suitcase. In reality, he was supposed to get in twenty two hours and six minutes from when he hung up the call, his flight leaving in three hours and arriving in Austin after a 16 hour flight and a 2 hour layover in DFW followed by an hour long flight to Austin. He would effectively be arriving about a week before any of the other drivers. Besides maybe Daniel. But he couldn’t say any of that. He wanted to surprise you, especially now that you had no work to do. So instead he just hums, “Next week I think.”

“That’s great, babe,” you yawn, a small smile on your lips at the idea of him being back with you again, “I can’t wait to see you.”

“Yeah?” Logan grins.

You hum, your eyes drifting closed slightly, “Yeah.”

Logan notices your less-than-awake state and finally decides to end the call, “Goodnight, I love you.”

You yawn again, your eyes fluttering shut, “Good morning Logan, I love you too.”

The call ends quickly after and Logan glances at the time, grinning when he sees the 8:24 am displayed on his phone screen. You’d both had to deal with the difference in time zones for so long, you probably had all the time zones memorized. Or at least you remembered enough to call out good morning instead of goodnight while he was in Qatar.

His flight touches down twenty-two hours later and the first thing he does is call you.

“Hey what's up?” It's about 10:30 in Austin and the only thing you were doing was picking up barbeque from this place on the edge of campus that your roommate had been raving about.

“Not much, just bored,” Logan replies, his eyes scanning the background of the face time call for where you could possibly be this late.

You glance down at your phone for a second to do the same, eyebrows furrowing, “Where are you? It looks dark.”

Logan glances around slightly before replying, “In a car,” he wasn't lying, he really was in a car. Just one that was ubering to your campus instead of one with his team in Qatar, “Where are you? It's like 10 pm over there.”

“Just picking up some food,” you reply, eyes looking over the moonlit sidewalk that threads through the well-kept grass that surrounds you.

“This late?”

You laugh, “I slept through dinner.”

Logan smiles before sliding forward slightly when the car stops, “Are you just going back to your dorm?”

You look around quickly, “Yeah it's like a quarter mile back though.” You tighten your grip on the bag in your hand, the plastic having started to slip. Maybe your Ugg slides hadn't been the best choice for this walk but you'd manage.

“Oh yeah I know where you are, I remember eating at that place last time I was there,” Logan pulls his suitcase out of the trunk and tips the driver, checking periodically to make sure you hadn't clocked him.

“Yeah yeah, really good stuff and the owner remembered me today, guess I've been there enough times,” You laugh, starting to move back in the direction of your dorm once again.

By the time you had stopped to readjust the bag of food and your shoes, Logan had already started to speedwalk in the direction of your dorm. As he walks he passes enough drunk college kids to fill the football stadium they had all visited so many times.

You're walking pretty slowly, enjoying the moonlight shining brightly on the campus. Your shoes definitely weren't making you any faster to be fair.

“You turn your assignment in?” Logan asks, hoping you don't notice his eyes darting around the campus in search of you.

You nod, reaching a hand up to rub at your sleepy eyes, “Yeah, he even gave me extra credit for turning it in so early.”

Logan nods absentmindedly and you raise an eyebrow as you watch him do it before his eyes lock on something and he abruptly ends the call, “I've got to go, love you!”

You stand staring at your phone with a confused look on your face for a moment, words dying on the tip of your tongue. Weird.

You shake your head before moving to walk again, Logan's weird actions at the forefront of your mind.

Before you can even take a step, someone calls out your name and you turn quickly to see Logan standing there with the biggest grin on his face.

You gasp and wrap him in a bone-crushing hug warmth spreading through you from his arms. You move to spread kisses all across his face and for a few minutes, you both just stand there, not having seen each other in a few months and taking the time to readjust.

“I missed you,” you mumble into his shoulder, unexpected tears starting to spring from your eyes.

He just sets you down before wrapping a hand around the side of your face, “I missed you too.”

You bring a sweater-clad hand up to wipe away a tear before grabbing the food in one hand and grabbing his hand in the other, starting to lead him back to your dorm.

He grabs his suitcase as you start moving, “Is your roommate here?”

“No, you know how she is. She'll be with her new boyfriend for a few weeks so we're fine,” you wave away his question as you walk toward the building a few hundred feet away.

He smiles in response, “Hope you got enough food for two.”

You just laugh joyously.

A week and a half later, you’re stood in the hotel room Logan’s team had provided him, the room much nicer than your cramped dorm room. You had spent the last 12 days exploring Austin with your husband, making up for the time spent away from each other.

You had accidentally slept through Logan’s departure for the morning, waking up to a text explaining that, with your busy class schedule, he wanted you to get as many days of sleeping in as possible but he had gotten you breakfast and it was currently sitting in the kitchen.

You smiled at the text, appreciating Logan’s thoughtfulness. In the kitchen was a coffee from your favourite coffee shop as well as a McGriddle from McDonalds, which, no doubt, hurt Logan to order considering he wasn’t allowed to eat them.

You quickly ate the food, texting Logan to thank him. He texts back surprisingly quickly, considering he was supposed to be in a meeting.

He filled you in on how his morning had gone before asking when you’d get to the paddock for the race. You replied that you’d be there soon, quickly sliding on a light jacket over your tank top and jean shorts, preparing for the Austin heat.

Considering you had never been in the COTA paddock before, you would rather be in any situation other than your current one. There were about three hours until the race and you had no idea where the Williams garage was. You had gotten in just fine but, for some reason, you couldn’t find the blue of the Williams employees anywhere.

Logan wasn’t answering his phone, which you expected considering he had already been reprimanded for being on his phone during a meeting once this morning. Now you were left by yourself, trying to navigate the busy paddock.

You were somehow in a sea of orange, eyebrows furrowed. You turn in a quick circle, eyes setting on a curly-haired man in an orange polo who you take a few quick steps towards, hoping he can help you with directions.

“Excuse me,” you call out to the man who turns around swiftly, eyes pulling across your figure before landing on your face.

“How can I help you, love?” The man replies, a British accent laced through his voice and a sharp grin on his rosy lips.

You glance around slightly, leaning away from the man’s hungry gaze, “Do you know where the Williams garage is?”

He nods his head but keeps his eyes locked on your face, his smirk unfaltering, “Yeah, yeah, it’s just down that way.”

He points to nowhere in particular, moving to lean against the wall you’re standing near, “What’s your name, darling?”

You have to hide the smirk that tries to escape you at the fact that this man clearly has no idea you were married and also clearly thought you’d be an easy girl to flirt with considering his unwavering confidence.

You tell him your name and a grin breaks out on his face, “Pretty name, I’m Lando.”

Ah, so this was Lando. You had only ever seen him with his helmet on and from what you heard from Logan, his current behaviour made perfect sense. Logan hadn’t talked a lot about the Brit but he had mentioned him a few times considering he was Oscars teammate.

You hum, glancing around amusedly around the garage. You and Lando talk for a few more moments before a shorter figure clasps a hand on his shoulder. You lock eyes with the newcomer, grinning when you see a familiar boy standing behind Lando.

"Hey Osc," You smile at the Aussie. Oscar glances sideways at Lando, eyes shifting across his face before they turn to you. You just smile sweetly at the man who reciprocates the grin back at you.

"Hey," Lando glances confusedly between the two of you at Oscar's response. When Lando's confusion goes on a bit too long, Oscar turns and swings an arm around your shoulder, effectively moving the both of you away from the still-confused McLaren driver.

"I assume you're looking for Williams, then?" Oscar asks, running his free hand through his hair which had already begun to stick to his forehead from the Austin heat.

You hum in affirmation, sliding your sunglasses down your nose as the two of you step into the sun to make your way to your husband's garage.

Oscar makes conversation as he pulls you along, talking to you about how his season had gone and also asking a lot of questions about your engineering classes.

“I’d do a video for you, shock all your classmates,” Oscar says when you tell him you had to do a presentation explaining the engineering behind a piece of machinery and you had chosen a Formula 1 car.

You laugh, shaking your head as you do, “Yeah? I'd take you up on that, but I have a driver who'd be much easier to get a video from.”

Oscar snorts, smiling as you reach the Williams garage, “Lando?”

You roll your eyes as the name leaves his lips, hitting the back of his head with the small bag in your hands, “Don't get me started on Lando. You know he tried to set Logan up with one of his friends?”

Oscar furrows his eyebrows, “What?”

“Yeah, Lando said you told him Logan’s love life was lonely or something like that,” You reply, glancing around passively in search of your husband.

Oscar somehow manages to furrow his eyebrows even deeper, mouth opening and closing in disbelief, “That’s not what I said at all.”

“Tell him that.”

You both walk into the garage after that, you move to make conversation with Benny who’s sat to the side, surprise crossing his face as he sees you.

Oscar, though, spots Logan and makes his way to him quickly. He clasps a hand on the blonde's back who turns to face him with a grin, “What’s up Osc?”

“Lando was flirting with your wife,” Oscar states flatly, trying to push down the grin on his face.

Logan blinks a few times in an attempt to understand what the Aussie just said, “What- why?”

“Don’t think he knew she was your wife, mate.”

Logan rolls his eyes before turning around slightly to resume his conversation with his engineer. He stops mid-turn and swings back around to Oscar quickly, eyes wide, “My wife’s here?”

Oscar laughs at the American's face, stepping out of his line of sight so he can see you conversing with Benny.

Logan grins, sliding past the other boy to step toward you as quick as he can, wrapping his arms around you from behind. Oscar can’t hear what you two say to each other but he can see the love painting your faces as Logan plants a kiss on the top of your head. Benny smiles at the two of you, walking away to let you two talk.

As Oscar leaves the Williams garage, he briefly debates telling Lando you were married, especially to Logan, but he eventually decides not to. He’d figure it out eventually. Also might help to have him learn the hard way.

You sat in the garage for the entire race. But when Logan ends the race in eight, you’re jumping up happily to follow the Williams employee guiding you to where he’ll be.

The moment he’s done being weighed, he runs over to you, pulling his helmet off and unzipping his suit to his hips.

He grasps the side of your face, pulling you to him as he kisses you softly. He pulls away slightly and rests his forehead against yours, lifting a hand to grab the one you have against the side of his face, fingers brushing over your wedding ring.

“Thank you for being here. I love you.”

You can’t help the lovely laugh that escapes you, throwing your head back a bit to escape the heat rising on your cheeks, “I love you too, dork. I’m so proud of you.”

He smiles before leaning to catch you in another kiss.

Lando had finished the race in 4th. Not bad considering who had finished in front of him. He’d already talked to his team so he was now just roaming around, looking for someone to talk to.

He locks eyes on you and takes a few steps toward you before someone comes running past him. He looks over to see Logan grasping your face in his hands before pulling you down into a kiss.

He can’t help but stand in shock for a few moments although he can sense a couple people walking up next to him. He glances beside him to see Charles and Alex, both also staring at Logan in disbelief.

“What the hell?” Lando asks, to no one in particular. Luckily, or unfortunately, for him, someone has an answer.

“Are you lot staring at Logan and his wife?” Lando doesn’t look over to catch the amused look on Oscar’s face as he asks the question. But Alex does, and he furrows his eyebrows at the younger man.

“Sorry?” Alex asks the Aussie who just smiles and turns back to the couple, still smiling in each other's embrace.

Charles is the first one to notice anything and he smacks the other two on the head when he does, “They’re both wearing wedding rings.”

Alex blinks for a second, caught in the strange reality that he hadn’t noticed his teammate wearing a wedding ring the whole season. He pulls out his phone to go through old photos and low-and-behold, Logan’s wearing a ring in every single one.

“Jesus Christ,” Lando mumbles, running a hand through his damp curls, “I flirted with her.”

“Yeah,” Oscar nods, hands on his hips, “I probably wouldn’t talk to Logan for a while if I were you. Unless you want to find out how they do it in Florida.”

Lando gulps at the boy's words, of course, having no idea how they “do it” in Florida but only assuming he’d end up with a black eye. Oscar has to stifle a laugh, knowing Logan would most likely just laugh it off if Lando genuinely apologized. Not that Lando would.

Oscar's eyes drift across the trio of confused drivers, most likely all going through their memories of the times they had tried to set Logan up.

“You told me he was lonely,” Lando finally whines out, turning back to Oscar who shakes his head.

“I told you he was lonely because his girlfriend couldn’t make it to any of the races. If you would listen, you would’ve heard that part.”

Lando has no defence to that and turns his head back again to watch as Logan laughs at something you said, fingers intertwined together.

When the news spread across the paddock the next day, Logan received a lot of incredulous texts from drivers and employees alike, all shocked that he was in a relationship, let alone married.

Logan didn’t read any of them, he was too busy hanging out with you.

Except, of course, the message from Oscar that included three specific drivers all with their eyes wide as they stared at him and you.

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Tags: @casperlikej @evie-119

[mattybsgroupie]

— obsessed ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; boob sucking/nipple play (f receiving); p in v; creampie; sub!matt

— NOTES: happy december!!! i know i’ve been taking a little too long to write, but the semester is almost over and i’m ready to lock in. i apologize for slacking and i’m so grateful for your patience and love ♡ here’s a titty obsessed sub!matt cause i know y’all fucking love it! not proofread, enjoy!!! also — first time writing a full fic in 2nd person. let me know if you guys like it or if i should go back to the previous version!

— REQUESTED BY: anon

© credits to my beautiful girl @submattenthusiast who also has a titty obsessed matt fic!

after a long, tiring day, you were more than ready to go home — actually, to matt. he was your point of peace at the end of the day, and this had been an exhausting one. 

you dragged your feet lazily across the wooden floor, taking slow steps towards your bedroom. you knocked gently on the door before opening it to find matt sitting in his gaming chair, his fingers furiously switching between the buttons on the console resting on his hand. certainly, your presence quickly soothed whatever it was that was making him anxious, a soft smile appearing on his lips as you walked over to him. 

matt removed his headset before opening his arms, a low “c’mere” murmuring from his lips. you smiled back, defeated and tired, trying to find some comfort in his warm embrace.

matt quickly wrapped both of his arms around your waist, parting his legs slightly so you could fit better. you chuckled at his eagerness, ruffling his hair and placing a kiss on the top of his head. 

“tired?” matt asked, looking up with his blue, calm orbs. you sighed before nodding, not really wanting to talk or make a fuss out of it.

“let me take care of you, yeah?” he said, running his thumbs all the way down your spine. matt got up from the chair and, while still holding you, led the way to your bed. he gently let you get comfortable on the mattress and soon joined you, his body hovering over yours, his own weight balanced by his elbows.

as matt’s weight shifted beside you, he carefully cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips and pulling the lower one apart. with a grin, you opened your mouth a bit more, waiting for him to continue.

matt placed his digit on your tongue and you quickly wrapped your lips around it, starting to suck. “naughty girl” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. after a while, matt removed his finger of your mouth, receiving a whine in protest. 

matt’s eyes flickered back to your lips. he missed you more than ever and before you could say anything, he closed the distance between the both of you, smashing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. your hands immediately found their way into his hair, your fingers tangling on his soft, brown strands as you melted into the kiss.

his hands tightened their grip on your waist, pulling you closer as his large palm wandered across your body, finally meeting what he wanted the most: your boobs.

you let out a surprised gasp with the sudden touch, matt gently squeezing one of your tits as his whispered “can i have them? please?”

you chuckled at his eagerness, feeling his fingertips travel underneath your shirt. you nodded with a smile and, instead of helping you undress, matt simply slid his head underneath the fabric, his breath getting heavier as he pressed his lips on your tummy and made his way upwards.

you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, holding a moan that was trying to escape. matt knew exactly where to touch you — all he wanted was to make you feel good. 

he latched on your nipple, his tongue swirling around your hardened nub before starting to suck it. matt was obsessed with your boobs and needed them every single day.

he wouldn’t say it out loud, but he loved whenever you raised your shirt so he could grip, bite, suck and do whatever he wanted on them. as soon as his lips were there, he’d immediately get hard, trying his best to cover the pathetic boner in his pants.

this time was no different. matt sucked greedily and hungrily, holding your hips down and making a mess on your breasts with his own drool. he loved every second of it and so did you, the wet patch in your panties growing wider as you felt matt’s bulge rubbing against your thigh.

“what’s going on down there, hm?” you cooed, receiving a whine in response. he didn’t wanna let go and he wasn’t planning on doing it any time soon, even if that meant cumming untouched. “be a good boy” your words sent a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching inside his pants.

“c’mon matt, you’re gonna milk me dry” you chuckled, touching the hem of your shirt and pulling it up, revealing matt. his cheeks were flushed and his hair was messy, a dazed look on his face. 

“you’re just so yummy” he muffled, nuzzling his head on your bare chest. “do you think so?” you teased, adjusting underneath him, your knee slightly pressing against his hardened cock. matt choked on a moan, his desire growing each second. 

“please” he murmured. “i’ll do anything you want, i n-need you so bad” matt managed to speak, his desperation to please you was evident in every touch, every word, every lingering glance. 

“anything i want?” you smirked and he nodded, puppy eyes gazing at you desperately.

“i promise i’m gonna make you feel good” he added, dragging with his tongue on your bruised skin, biting your neck sloppily. you moved your hand down his torso, reaching for his boner and palming his dick over the cloth. matt trembled, as if he was close to his climax just from your touch.

 “is that so, baby? i don’t think you’re gonna be able to hold much longer” you teased, wrapping your knuckles around his covered cock. you could feel the wetness spreading through the fabric, matt’s pants almost leaking from the amount of pre-cum. 

“i really wanted you to cum inside of me” you whispered, a whimper coming from the back of his throat.

“i can hold it!” matt firmly said, too busy trying not to cum to give any attention to your neck, your lips, or even your — his — beloved boobs. “i c-can! wan’ cum inside you, please” he begged, unwittingly jerking his hips forward. 

“such a needy boy” you cooed, moving your fingers to his waistband and helping him remove it. matt’s cock slapped against his lower belly, his red, swollen tip leaking pre-cum from his slit.

“fill me up” you said. that was all matt needed — he got up on his knees and removed his shirt before going back to you, two fingers reaching for the wet spot in your underwear. matt pulled your panties aside, displaying your swollen clit and giving it light taps before moving his thumb in circular motions.

matt didn’t even bother taking your panties off, stroking his own cock as he placed he tip near your hole. he also didn’t slide in gradually and steadily like he used to, pushing himself inside you without even asking.

you threw your head back, gripping on the sheets as his veins pumped against your walls. matt’s huge cock filled you up entirely — honestly, he didn’t mind staying like that forever, as long as he was inside you and having your tits.

matt lowered himself closer to you, letting you adjust to his size before latching on your nipple, a pleased hum coming from him as he sucked one and groped the other, squeezing it harshly.

“matt— fuck!” you managed to speak, tangling your fingers on his brown locks before placing your palm on his shoulders, your nails digging deep on his pale skin.

“baby, you’re so fucking big” you praised, and matt took this as his cue to start moving. he really tried to take it easy and slow, but he couldn’t. you were so warm and tight, wrapping his cock so perfectly.

matt’s thrusts became sloppier and messier, the sound of your skins slapping against each other and your loud moans taking over the room. the knot on your lower belly tightened when matt started pounding into you mindlessly, chasing his own orgasm.

“need’a cum” he unlatched from your tit and whimpered, waiting for your permission. “please, wan’ make a big mess for you”. he was adorable.

a few more thrusts and you were close, matt’s hand’s gripping every inch of your skin showing how much he needed you was more than a turn on.

“cum with me babe” you said, feeling the sudden rush of your orgasm hitting you without warning and throwing you over the edge, with a loud groan, matt came in thick ropes of cum inside you, painting your walls white. he kept pushing himself further as you talked him through it, praising him for being a good boy.

you could feel his cum — mixed with your own — dripping down your thighs, a tired sigh coming from his lips as he pulled out and collapsed next to you.

as you chuckled at his exhaustion, matt turned his head to you, a pleased grin on his lips. “these guys” he said, pointing to your boobs. “they’re the best”. you ruffled his hair and sealed your lips together, finally getting the rest you both needed.

[audisive]

♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.

tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold

       It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.

It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).

The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.

Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.

There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates of–

"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.

You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members – though you know he considers them family if anything – when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty – Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty – face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.

"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you – John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.

You smile once more – a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."

"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.

"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.

"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.

"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"

Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.

Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.

Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.

(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful and– while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)

Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."

"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.

"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.

"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."

There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."

"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."

The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.

On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.

He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.