#shield shares her shit

[mistyycowoa]

Confessing my sins to the internet because my irl friends don't know my tumblr

I'm actually a horrible friend and I don't plan to change :)

I'll be a good friend to anyone I actually like and I usually don't associate with people who I don't like, but sometimes there will be an occasional lonely (usually annoying) kid that follows me around. (They're lonely for a reason.) I kinda hate people who are loud literally all the time but I can hold my tongue and this kinda person just doesn't leave because they're not being told directly to leave.

What do I do? I talk to them only when I need them, I make unnecessarily mean comments as a joke, I point out their obvious flaws that I know they have a hard time changing, and all while they still follow me around like I'm not kinda bullying them.

Sometimes I'll treat them like an actual friend when I'm in a good mood, but if I'm not, then the unfortunate victim becomes my emotional punching bag. (I have ways to quickly fix my mood and this is completely unnecessary and I could distance myself until I feel better like how I do with actual friends.) I think this is like. Breadcrumbing? Anyways yeah, toxic shit.

If any of your "friends" treat you like this, they don't see you as a friend. If they leave you doubting if they like you or not, leave you doubting if you're actually friends, they probably don't see you as a friend. (because that's the case for me :3 )

I'm a horrible human being and I don't feel nearly as bad as I should about it :)

[tariah23]

This Latina lady just came up to me complaining about the outcome and how her daughter and son couldn’t even get out of bed and were crying all night- (I was smiling at first and asked her how she was doing and she replied “shitty-“ and started going in- and even though idgaf, I know that sm others so do like I’m not about to laugh in another brown persons face for being emotional even though it is what it is 😭.)

[just1cefor4ll]

Kind stranger

Kang Dae-ho x pregnant!reader warning. swearing, not proof read, in-ho never reveals his true identity, might be OOC

A/n. this is uh— long. and my first time writing for squid game so I hope you enjoy!

“Miss, are you okay?” A man with the number 388 on his shirt asked, his voice soft and careful. His eyes, curious and innocent, sort of reminded you of a puppy; despite the grim reality around you both.

“Oh, me? Yeah, I’m fine,” you said quickly, keeping your head down. “Just.. shaken up after the first game.” His brows furrowed slightly as he studied you, but he didn’t step closer. “You sure? I could ask for help if you’re feeling unwell.” “Yeah,” you said, forcing a small smile. “Really, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” For a moment, he looked like he might say more, but then he nodded. “Alright. Take care of yourself,” he said simply, before stepping back and going over to the man who supposedly has won these games before.

You exhaled, the tension in your shoulders easing. He didn’t push, and for that, you were grateful. The last thing you needed was someone noticing how you instinctively cradled your stomach when you thought no one was looking.

As the room buzzed with hushed conversations and the sound of restless movement, you sank further into yourself. There wasn’t room for kindness here, not when you were hiding something so precious—something that would only make you a target.

Still, you couldn’t shake the warmth in his voice. It was strange, how a simple act of concern could make you feel human again, even for just a moment. But you reminded yourself it was safer this way. No ties, no risks.

The only thing that mattered was keeping you and the life inside you safe. Your baby girl.

Once you woke up to the loud melody of classical music you were immediately hit with a kick to the stomach. ‘Shit— who’d think that a baby could be this strong.’ You think to yourself as you lazily sit up, rubbing the rest of the sleep from your eyes.

“Attention all players, the next game will begin shortly. Please follow the staff’s instructions and make your way towards the game hall.

Right—those death games. You joined the forming line of players, a chaotic mix of emotions filling the air. Some people were pale with fear, trembling as if the weight of the games had already crushed them. Others seemed indifferent, like they’d embraced whatever fate awaited. Then there were those who practically vibrated with excitement, eyes gleaming at the chance to win yet another fuck ton of blood money.

You were firmly in the scared to death category. Money didn’t matter— at least not anymore. Your debt was more than the share you’d get if the first vote had ended in the X’s winning but to you no amount of cash could make this worth risking your baby’s life for.

As you shuffled forward, lost in thought, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you turned to see the old lady from the first game, her kind smile somehow both soothing and grating at the same time. “Do you need a hand? I’m sure you’re still tired.” She asked softly, leaning closer as though trying to shield her words from the others. “I heard the next game is dalgona, so please, be careful.” You forced a small, polite smile, trying to keep your voice steady. “Oh, no, I’m fine. Thank you,” you said quickly, brushing off her concern as gently as you could.

She didn’t seem convinced, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than you liked. But, thankfully, she nodded and stepped back into line.

You sighed inwardly, a mix of guilt and frustration bubbling under your skin. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate her kindness. In a place like this, it was a rarity you didn’t take lightly, but you couldn’t afford for anyone to notice how vulnerable you really were.

Well whatever theory the old woman heard, it definitely wasn’t true. You were supposed to divide into groups of five and all though you didn’t really remember dalgona being a big part of your childhood, you still knew it definitely wasn’t a group game.

You sigh as you try and look for a team however you forgot that all these men were stuck up and sexist so they all turned you down even if they needed just one last player to make them a full team. ‘Motherfuckers—‘ You bump into a familiar man, the very one who was concerned for your well being yesterday. The impact made you wince and clutch your stomach, mumbling out a quick ‘sorry’. “Oh, miss! It’s you. Are you okay did I hurt you?” He put a hand on your back and looked at you with concern in his eyes— which then traveled down to your swollen belly. “Please let me join your team, everyone keeps turning me away.” You begged, practically bowing to this man to help you. “Of course— please no need to bow I’m glad to help you. Please don’t strain yourself miss, I’ve got you.” He smiled sweetly and lead you to his group— of men.

“I thought you’d bring a man—“ Player 390 started but cut himself off as you placed your hand on your stomach, pulling the ‘i’m pregnant’ card. ‘Whatever needs go be done to survive I guess.’ Every single one of them looked down and nodded, welcoming you with warmth which was quiet unexpected.

The game luckily went well— at least for your team. The other one unfortunately got shot up while you were cheering in victory, bringing you back to the cruel reality you were living.

Player 456; Gi-hun as you learnt once you got back, instructed everyone to put their mattresses onto the ground and make a barrier in case anyone attacked tonight which seemed absurd but you didn’t bother arguing since he did play before. However Young-il voiced his concerns aloud which only made you wince at the bad move.

“Absurd? The moment the lights went out last time, everyone went for each other. People who you thought you could trust. Your most ‘loyal’ ally betrayed you without a second thought.” His voice was sharp, venom dripping from every word, and the room grew colder as his meaning sank in. Young-il smiled faintly, looking down a bit. “You’re right,” he said smoothly. “I apologize for my ignorance. Who better to trust than someone who’s already survived?”

The tension hung heavy in the air for a moment before Gi-hun turned away, giving out orders to the group. Everyone, even the skeptical ones, obeyed without question.

Player 388; Kang Dae-ho and 390; Jung-Bae gathered mattresses and set them down onto the floor while you were tasked to collect pillows and blankets. ‘So you don’t overexert yourself.’ Gi-hun said to you a few minutes back, his light pat on your back a bit comforting but still awkward from the last interaction.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, everyone moving with purpose, glancing nervously at the darkened corners. Gi-hun’s warning echoed in your mind: People you thought you could trust.

Once again when the classical music woke everyone from their slumber— a never ending routine you’ve learned to hate, you knew what was about to happen. ‘The next game..’

You all agreed on voting X, even Jung-bae who previously voted O and told yourselves you’d meet for dinner once everything in your lives was settled which excited your nerves. ‘I got this. For my baby, and my.. friends.’ You thought to yourself as everyone chatted along themselves, you yourself stealing glances from Dae-ho, a reassuring smile exchange between the two of you.

That night while everyone was asleep, Dae-ho was keeping watch with Jung-bae. You noticed how the older man was starting to doze off so you decided to switch with him even after his constant reassurance that he’d be fine and that you needed the rest more than he did.

You sat in silence for a bit before you decided to strike up a conversation. “So, what made you take me into your team?” You asked softly, looking up at the prize money in the see through pig. ‘Your life could be added to that pile any second.’ A voice inside you kept repeating but you shook it off. “You reminded me of my sisters. I knew I definitely wouldn’t want them to be left stranded and definitely not here— plus in your state you could be exposed to any kind of danger and what kind of man would I be if I let a gorgeous lady like you get put into the arms of those assholes..” He stated simply, gesturing towards all the other men who were on the other side. You just nodded, his words kind and genuine.

You talked through almost the whole night, telling him how you ended up here and some personal things which hardly anyone knew about you while he shared things about his toxic household and his amazing older sisters before Gi-hun told you two to catch some sleep before the game that morning and so you did, giving Dae-ho one last glance before lying down on your mattress.

You made your way towards the game hall, your heart beating so fast you thought it’d explode any second. The room looked like a big circus tent, doors going all around the room with a big platform in the middle which reminded you of a carousel. Once the instructions were said, you all formed a strategy. “If the number is bigger then 5 we will find the remaining amount of players. If it’s less then that we split. The most important thing is to stay calm, don’t panic.” You repeated in your head everything that Gi-hun and Young-il said, placing your hand on the pile, taking a deep breath before muttering ‘Victory.’ along with them.

The platform soon started spinning, a nursery rhyme on the speakers with bright lights shining in the middle of the platform.

“Ten players.”

Everyome scathered around, yelling and pulling people into their group like wild animals before a group of people came to you. “We have 4, how many of you are there?” Player 120 asked before getting pushed by a man with wide, psychotic eyes. “There’s five of us, come with us.” However they got pulled away by yet another group.

“15 seconds.”

Player 120 rushed to a woman who looked like she was.. praying? Rushing to the nearest empty door. “Room 40! The green one!” You yelled as you quickly got into the room before it locked itself. Your breathing was quick, sweat going down your forehead but relief washed over you. You were alive. The lady started screaming, something about how you were alive because of her and that you should be thanking her but you ignored her, going back out once the speaker told you to.

The next round was 3 people so you went with Dae-ho and Jung-bae while Young-il and Gi-hun went to find a player. Another round survived.

Six players was the most shattering part. Everything was going fine until the girl who’s name was Young-mi was locked out by player 333. You couldn’t watch the scene unfold so you looked down and covered your ears, a ache in your heart for player 120 who lost a dear friend.

The last was two players and you ran with Dae-ho to an empty room, pushing a few players aside to get an empty room. “There’s 50 rooms and 126 players. 100 players will survive, the remaining won’t be as lucky.” Young-il explained before you all ran off once the platform stopped. A pain in your stomach stopped you deaf in your tracks, getting pushed to the ground by a guy who quickly went into the room with Dae-ho, however he got a punch to the face and got thrown out before he could close the door.

“10 seconds.”

Dae-ho rushed to you and picked you up, sprinting to the room and shutting it right as the lock clicked and shots fired, eliminating the 26 players just like Young-il had predicted. Your eyes watered with relief, getting onto your knees you bowed, choking out your gratitude to the man in front of you. He knelt down next to you, letting your head rest on his shoulder as he patted your head. “No, no don’t cry. I told you I’d get us out of here didn’t I? We’re alive, all three of us.” He smiled, giving you one last squeeze before helping you up, wiping your tears and joining the rest of the group.

Dae-ho stayed beside you the whole time after the game, waiting for the pink soldiers to come and let us take a vote. Your hopes weren’t high, it was pretty obvious since you sat there with slumped shoulders as everyone else after your vote continued to press the O’s and X’s.

“Last 6 votes.” Jung-bae shook Dae-ho with excitement which he returned twice as much. Your eyes began to shine with a little hope as the last two players came up to the voting area.

An X..

You could sense the tension, every single breath, the sound of teeth chattering.. one last vote.

An X.

51:50

You won? You— no that couldn’t be? You won! You jumped into Dae-ho’s arms as everyone from your group started to celebrate. The money was enough for all of you now, it was perfect even! Gi-hun promised everyone to help with the money he previously won if something wasn’t payed for or that they just needed help in general.

There were angry shouts which were quickly shut down with a gun shot to the roof.

“The majority of the players have voted to terminate the games. It’s quite a pity we must say goodbye to you like this, but the games are now over. Your belongings and money will all be returned and sent to your homes. Thank you for your participation.”

You finally felt the cold breeze of air as you were dumped out of the car, hitting your back hard against the pavement. Groaning, you struggled against the restraints on your wrists, wincing at the sharp pain shooting through your body. Just as panic began to settle in, you heard familiar voices—voices you thought you’d never hear again. Your friends. Relief washed over you as they rushed to your side, helping you up and breaking the binds that held you, and them captive.

Months passed since the horrors of the games, and life had taken a turn for the better. You moved in with Dae-ho after oficially getting together and deciding to start something fresh. Your apartment was close to almost everyone in your circle, making it easier to stay connected; which is why regular dinners became a tradition, a way to bond and leave the dark memories of the games behind. Slowly but surely, you all began to rebuild your lives, focusing on the present and the joy of simply being alive.

Not long after your release, your baby came into the world—a healthy, beautiful girl, delivered without complications. The birth was celebrated joyously, marking a new chapter in your life. Gi-hun and Young-il eagerly accepted the roles of godfathers, while the kind old woman from the group became the grandmother. Everyone else quickly fell into place as loving uncles and aunts.

It wasn’t a blood tied family, but the love was a stronger seal than anything else in the world.

Tonight, you were hosting a sort of ‘meeting our daughter’ type thing at your home. Everyone was already there but you excused yourself to get a camera to take a few pictures when you noticed Dae-ho standing in front of the mirror. His brow was furrowed, a look you’ve learnt to recognize after being together for a few months now. “Dae?” you asked softly, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his waist. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

He hesitated, his gaze fixed on the mirror as he fidgeted with his shirt. “I just... I’ve been thinking. What if she doesn’t like me when she grows older? I’m not her real father, after all.” His voice faltered, the vulnerability clear in his tone. You turned him around gently, cupping his face in your hands as you looked into his eyes. “Dae-ho,” you began, your voice steady and full of warmth, “she doesn’t need a ‘real’ father. She needs you. You’re the one who’s been there for us, who’s loved us and cared for us. She’s going to grow up knowing how amazing you are because of the love you show her every single day.”

His expression softened, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a shaky breath. “You really think so?” You smiled, nodding. “I know so. She already adores you. She doesn’t care about blood ties, Dae she only knows the man who makes her giggle and holds her when she cries. That’s what makes a real father.”

He pulled you into a tight embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you,” he whispered.

The sound of your daughter’s laugh echoed from the living room, followed by Gi-hun’s exaggerated baby talk as he attempted to entertain her. You and Dae-ho shared a chuckle before heading out to join the others. That night, surrounded by your unconventional but deeply loving family, you realized just how far you’d come. The memories of the games still lingered, but they no longer held power over you. Your life was yours to live, and the bonds you’d formed in the aftermath were stronger than anything money or blood could ever buy.

In the warmth of your family’s laughter and the comfort of Dae-ho’s hand in yours, you knew you had found your peace.

© just1cefor4ll— I don’t consent to my writing being reposted to other platforms and fed into AI. Translating it is also strictly prohibited. 🚫

[chilewithcarnage]

yeah so going off that maykitz post about sonya massey & it's showing me that white people have this gross almost fetishtic relationship to witnessing violence against brown and black bodies. like why are you encouraging people to watch what is essentially snuff. everytime a black person is murdered on camera by a cop or a group of Palestinian children get killed in another iof bombing y'all will share the uncensored horrific blood and viscera talking about some 'dont you dare look away'. like girl fuck you how do you think it feels for us to see our people get graphically tortured and murdered at the hands of white supremacist colonial forces? I saw the video of Sonya being shared all over twitter and I couldn't even get past the first few seconds of her holding the pot. I'm not even being funny when I say don't nobody wanna see that shit. y'all might see it as a 'oh people are trying to stick their heads in the sand and shield themselves from the truth!' like NO we're really not! we're not sitting up here making crybaby ass posts about how 'tumblr is supposed to be a fun place so if you use it as an escape from all of the bad things happening you're valid 🌈' we are all very much aware of what is going on in the world, and ask yourself why you have to see first hand explicit horrific footage of a black woman being shot in the FACE to have sympathy with us?!

[prettiedup]

5.2k ♡

—> gojo x blk!reader, mean!gojo, spoiled!reader, dominant!gojo, dirty talk, pet names [daddy, princess, baby], oral f&m, squirting, creampie

Prissy. That word has been thrown towards you your whole life. It had been spoken towards you so much that you had grown to love it. Though, when you were younger, the word filled you with a rage that made tears well in your eyes. You had hated being called it, especially from your aunties and cousins.

From your perspective, you were simply trying to blend in with the ones you were close in age to. Whenever your parents brought you along it felt as if your family's mood deducted. The other children would roll their eyes when you reached for their barbies, even though you all were told to share. They would criticize your choice of clothes, saying you were too dressed up for something basic like a family cookout.

You would express your frustrations to your mother the following night while she gelled and styled your hair into a style of her choosing. The overly sweet strawberry scent clung to your hair, lingering despite your repeated protests of displeasure. Your hands fiddled with your doll’s hair as you recalled the behavior your family presented towards you. Whenever they were super nasty, tears clouded.

As you got older, like an oversized hand me down, you grew into the word. Tears didn’t form anymore. You began to own the word rather than revolting away from it.

Your parents always made sure you looked presentable before you stepped out of the house, no matter where you were going. That habit stuck to you even, even now as you travel through adulthood.

Once you hit your teenage years, you began getting your nails done with an extended length instead of a natural look. Your hair was no longer styled in just braids; you could now try a plethora of styles your father had once labeled ‘too grown for a child’. It was the minor things that marked your transition to womanhood. Not to mention your parents provided you with whatever you wanted. No matter the cost, you got it.

You’re adjusted to being pampered and everything falling into place the way you want it to.

So when it doesn’t, of course you become temperamental.

“That attitude shit doesn’t work on me, baby. You know that.” Satoru nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders as he looks over at you.

You usually enjoy cuddling with him, your arms and leg draped over his own while your head rests on either his shoulder or his chest. But he declined something you had been wanting to do with him for a while, you couldn’t help but get an attitude in response. Childishly, you pushed yourself away from him and turned your back to him, making sure to scoot as far away as possible.

Minutes of silence stretch between the two of you, the air thick with unspoken tension. You sit motionless, your back turned to him, determined not to acknowledge his presence. Each passing second feels heavier than the last, yet you refuse to be the one to break. The quiet amplifies everything—the sound of your breathing, the slight rustle of fabric, and the faint ticking of a clock in the background.

Every so often, you feel Satoru’s heavy hand patting you, a gentle yet persistent attempt to get your attention. His touch lingers just long enough to send a shiver down your spine, but you remain resolute, keeping your focus anywhere but on him. You know he’s waiting for you to crack, to give in and meet his playful gaze, but your stubbornness has taken hold. Still, the warmth of his hand and the quiet patience in his actions tug at the edges of your resolve, daring you to falter.

“C’mere.” His sultry voice has you squeezing your legs together. You pretend to not hear him and continue shielding your body away from him. “Baby.” He tries one more time to get your attention.

When he realizes you’re not budging he realizes he’s going to have to take matters into his own hands. He stands up and walks over to your side of the bed. Your heart thumps in your chest as you shakily hold your breath, waiting for his next move.

A gasp escapes from your mouth when the duvet is suddenly flung off of your body and a strong hand grips your ankle. Your world spins, one second you’re lying by the headboard, and the very next you’re sliding down to the edge of the bed.

Your brown eyes slowly rake up, meeting your lover’s crystal blue eyes that are already staring down at you. Nervously, you look away from him choosing to look at a random spot on the wall. Seeing the continued petty action, he grabs your other ankle and spreads your legs to a V shape, he uses the space to stand in between them. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach has you letting out a shaky breath when he presses his lower abdomen against you.

“Why you actin’ like this?” Satoru asks with a lazy head tilt. When he realizes you’re choosing not to look at him he leans down and grips your jaw, forcing you to reconnect eye contact with him. “Answer me.”

You take in his disheveled appearance. His silvery white hair is an unkempt mess, as if each piece decided to go in its own direction. Some stuck to his forehead, somehow making him look even more handsome. His lidded eyes, still heavy with the haze from not too long ago waking up from an afternoon nap.

Despite his relaxed posture, there’s a simmering irritation beneath the surface, evident in the way he’s flexing his jaw in quiet frustration. Your gaze drifts lower to his bare, defined upper body. There are a few marks and scars but there is nothing large enough to take away from the sexiness of his physique. The muscles on his arms are evident, the definition in them apparent even when he’s not flexing. His torso is carved precisely, the defined ridges of his 8-pack that are impossibly perfect, with a tiny, singular mole sitting on top as if nature had marked its favorite spot.

Your eyes linger on the way his gray sweatpants hang dangerously low on his hips, barely held up by the loose knot at his waistband. Everything about him, from his unintentional beauty to his undeniable presence, feels effortlessly magnetic, even in his most unguarded moments.

He lifts your head up, placing your attention on him once again. “So you’re deaf now?” He questions.

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore your clit that’s beginning to throb with want. You could feel the fabric of your panties getting stuck to your pussy from how wet you were beginning to get. You were supposed to be upset, not horny! But it was so difficult with how he was looking down at you, and the way he gripped your jaw, demanding your attention.

His eyes rake over your body. You’re wearing a skims top that hugs every crescent on your body. Your nipples loudly press against the fabric practically begging for his attention. With your legs spread, he could see the cute, pink, lace panties that cling onto your hips. Your voluminous curly hair that’s styled with a side part and streaked with honey brown, clings cutely to your face, though a few rebellious pieces venture off in their own direction, all of it ties together to add a feminine charm to you.

His frustration simmers down, instead horniness starts coursing through his body. Seeing those full lips pressed into a stubborn pout has his dick growing hard. He was so hooked onto you, you could practically do nothing but breathe in his direction and he found himself riled up. He’s shamelessly addicted to you, even when you’re acting like a brat.

In honesty, he loved when you acted like this. When you got in these moods cause nothing was going your way, so you would pout and cross your arms. When you would get snappy with him and press his buttons. It always resulted in you teary eyed, and apologizing for getting out of line.

“Don’t talk then. Stand up.” He drops your ankles and backs away, giving you space to stand up. Instead you sit up and just sit there with your arms crossed. “You really gonna make me make you stand up? The more you act like this the harder your punishment is going to be.”

You stare up at him and shrug your shoulders, doing your best to put on a careless act. Your heart is thumping with excitement and your mind’s racing with possible scenarios of what your punishment is going to be like.

You have to stifle the airy gasp threatening to let out as he suddenly yanks you up by your forearm. His grip is firm, but not rough, and without another word, he leads you to the oversized mirror that sits in the corner of your shared room. You should have resisted more, but curiosity got the best of you, clouding any thoughts of protest.

As you near the mirror, its grand presence stands tall. The reflecting surface displays almost all of the decorations in the room. You still remember Satoru’s face when you admitted the mirror cost over thousands of dollars. He fussed that he could have found something better for cheaper. And yet here it stood, silently bearing witness to whatever it was he had planned.

Your eyes roam over the reflection of the two of you in the mirror, marveling at the contrast that somehow fits so perfectly together. Your skin, shades darker than his, compliments the striking paleness of his, creating a harmony that feels almost magnetic. Your body is curvaceous and soft, a loud but beautiful contrast to his lean and sculpted build.

Your gaze shifts to the stretch marks on your thighs, faint yet undeniable reminders of your journey, marks he’s taught you to embrace and flaunt with pride. His height easily dwarfs yours, a difference that makes you feel small in the best way—protected, cherished, and undeniably his. The way his presence envelops yours in the reflection makes your heart race, a quiet reminder of just how well you two fit together.

“Still don’t wanna talk?” He tries to reason with you one last time. And when you shake your head ‘no’, a crude chuckle comes from him. Effortlessly, he pushes you down onto your knees, the motion so smooth it feels almost natural. The plush, white, fur beneath you greets your skin like a gentle embrace, its softness cushioning you in a way that feels oddly comforting. The warmth of the texture spreads through you, grounding you even as your stomach flips with anticipation. A thrill courses through you as the realization settles in—this was heading somewhere you’d both been dancing around for a while.

Lately he’s been busy with building clientele and finding investors for his rising business. Unfortunately for you that meant him sometimes flying out the country, coming home late night after back to back meetings, and waking up to his side of the bed empty. You understood it was for the greater good but in your defense, you missed your man.

Instead of saying it out loud, you found yourself resorting to petty acts to grab his attention. Deep down, you knew you should be communicating and expressing your feelings like an adult, but you weren’t quite at that level of maturity yet. It’s not that you weren’t trying—you were—but you hadn’t fully mastered it just yet.

You knew you were crossing lines, you just didn’t care.

“You know what to do.” Satoru gestures.

You look up at him while crossing your arms stubbornly. He smacks his teeth when he realizes you were going to continue to be defiant. “So fuckin’ bad.” He groans. He grips the back or your head, while his other hand gently cups the lower half of your face, his touch is firm yet careful, holding you in a way that feels both possessive and tender.

His thumb presses against the middle of your lips, forcing your lips to open and make space for it. He rests his thumb on the middle of your tongue for a few seconds. “Get it wet.” He demands.

After minutes of being intransigent, you decide to finally be good for him. You wrap your mouth around his thumb, and slowly bob your head back and forth. You gather up spit, letting it form around his entire thumb. Your eyes fly open when forcefully removes his thumb from your mouth.

Satoru’s hand fiddles with his sweatpants for a brief second before he successfully gets it untied. He pulls both his briefs and sweatpants down to his ankles at the same time. You feel your wetness dripping even more when his dick springs out. He’s quite lengthy. You’ve always told him that his dick was so pretty. The tip is an angry shade of red with beads of precum rolling down. He always kept his hair trimmed, never letting it get too untamed. A singular brown mole sits on his skin with a prominent vein traveling from the base to almost the tip.

With the hand that’s still cupping the back of your head, he guides your head backwards so that you could capture his dick in your mouth. He rubs the tip against your lips watching as his precum spreads across your lips.

“Open.”

Your mouth opens as wide as possible and the heaviness from his dick is placed onto your tongue. He begins guiding your head up and down on just the tip of his dick. Your eyes stay zoned in on his face. He carries a relaxed demeanor, though his eyebrows are slightly furrowed. His teeth press into his bottom lip, and when your eyes meet, a small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth—subtle, but enough to make your heart race.

Slowly, he begins pushing his hips forward. His dick goes deeper into your mouth until it hits the back of your mouth. Instantly, your eyes begin to water in response. He draws his hips back and does it repeatedly. Your spit coats the rest of his length, getting as much lubricant on it as your mouth can muster.

A deep groan escapes from his throat as he spreads his legs a little more and lets go of the hold on his dick. The tempo changes and he begins fucking your mouth faster. Your eyes squeeze shut as you try to keep your mouth as wide as possible. He slides his other hand to the back of your head, his fingers tangling gently in your hair as he pulls you closer. The movement is deliberate, his presence overwhelming as the distance between you disappears. With his hands restricting your head from moving backwards, you have absolutely no choice but to take the rough fucking.

Spit escapes from the sides of your mouth and drips down your neck. Every time he would push too far down your throat you would sputter and gag but that didn’t stop him. Feeling your throat constrict around his sensitive tip only pushed out strangled moans from Satoru.

“Didn’t wanna use your mouth for talking. Imma use it for something else.” His voice is uneven as pleasure courses through his veins. Even while being face fucked and spit seeping onto your face, you’re still so fucking sexy. “Open your fucking eyes. Look at me while I fuck your mouth.” Satoru orders. His voice is an octave deeper than usual.

You loved pushing him to this point, riling Satoru up just enough to crack that cool, charismatic front he always wore so effortlessly. There was something thrilling about knowing exactly how to make him lose his composure, to drive him right to the edge where his restraint faltered, and he teetered on the brink of being downright mean to you. It was a dangerous game, but one you couldn’t help but play.

Your teary eyes open. You look up with a look of admiration that has his dick throbbing even more. His mouth is now open with airy huffs escaping past his lips. His pale skin has blemishes of pink forming in various spots on his body. Even more strands of his silvery hair cling to his forehead, damp with the faint sheen of sweat that’s beginning to form.

Satoru suddenly removes his hands from your hair. “Suck this dick.” He tells you. He watches as your hand forms a circle around his base. Your lips wrap around his tip, you suction your cheeks as you bob your head.

You stare up at him while you suck his dick. You try to look as pretty as possible but it proves to futile when you gag and spit bubbles from your mouth. Tears run down your face connecting with the spit.

“So pretty, baby.” He coos at you. “I know that pussy’s dripping. Let me see you touch it.” He groans.

You quickly drop your hand and begin deepthroating him. His heavy balls slap against your chin every time you hit the base. Your hand blindly reaches for the fabric of your panties. You rub small circles on your clit, the feeling not doing a lot, but doing just enough to get you worked up.

Satoru watches you through the mirror. The two of you looked so sexy. He felt a strong temptation to grab his phone from your shared king-size bed and record a video, the thought lingering in his mind for a brief second. Spit stained your shirt, some even managed to drip down onto the rug. Your hair was becoming unkempt and spiraling into different directions. All of these things added to your allure somehow.

“Fuck, baby. Stand up. I need to taste that pussy.” His tone was desperate as he stepped back watching his dick slide out of your mouth with a messy pop. Spit glistened on his dick and your lips. He was tempted to just stick it in your pussy, but the thought of devouring you was too heavy on his mind to ignore.

You stand up while Satoru shuffles his sweatpants and briefs completely off before he kneels down behind you. You bend over in front of the mirror watching as your lover dives face first into your dripping pussy.

He doesn’t bother taking off of your panties just yet. Instead, he begins lapping at the fabric that has collected all of your wetness. A strung moan escapes his mouth. He shamelessly laps at the wet spot that your pussy has caused. The taste of you floods his senses, his dick throbs and releases more precum that falls onto the rug.

You’re a gasping mess. You try to keep up your brat act, but from the way he’s licking your pussy, you know that you’re going to cave in quicker than you thought.

“Please.” You whimper out.

Satoru briefly pauses, not expecting to hear your voice. “Hm? What was that baby?”

“Please.” You repeat. He looks at you through the oversized mirror. His eyes are shades darker and blown with lust. “Wanna feel your tongue in my pussy.”

“Oh, now you choose to talk.” Satoru chuckles. His hands cusp your ass cheeks and spread them, watching as your panties press against the lips of your pussy. “Beg some more.”

You’re shameless as you begin begging for some sort of friction. “Please, daddy. I want your tongue to dig in my pussy.” Your pleading continues until he suddenly moves your panties to the side and suctions his mouth around your clit. A shattered, excited cry escapes, trembling with raw intensity, as if the emotion was too overwhelming to contain.

His arms wrap around your thighs so that he has better grip. Satoru deliriously presses his face into your pussy, his mouth going into overdrive to make you feel good while he selfishly noses your musky scent. You smelled so fucking good. He could feel himself becoming even more addicted to the taste and smell of you.

“So fuckin’ bratty.” He comments. The words are muffled due to him barely giving himself enough time or space before he’s driving his tongue right back against your clit. A large hand comes striking across one of your ass cheeks.

You stand on your tiptoes briefly, in a weak attempt to escape the overbearing pleasure your eager lover was providing to you. He quickly presses you back down and wraps his arms around your thighs tighter. “‘M sorry, toru.” You whine.

“So mean t’me, baby.” He huffs. His voice sends vibrations against your bud. His tongue makes a line to your leaking pussy. Before diving his tongue into your hole, he collects your wetness onto his tongue and gulps. Once he deems that he’s had enough, his tongue plunges deep into your pussy. A loud series of moans usher out of you.

“Oh my—fuck!” You cry. Your back arches deeper as you begin shifting your hips.

He detaches his face from your mound. “This isn’t enough.” Satoru groans. He stands up, coming to his full towering height. “Want you to sit on my face.” He tells you. He grabs your hand and leads you to the bed.

He lays down first, and the gestures for you to come over. You take off your panties before stepping onto the bed. You bite down on your lip as you stand on the bed, you position yourself until you’re hovering over his awaiting lips. He grabs at your hips, pulling you down onto his face. His tongue goes back to fucking your hole that littered with both your wetness and his spit.

You look down, the both of you making eye contact. You love the way his icy blue eyes captivate you from this angle, piercing and intense. With the rest of his face concealed, his gaze commands all of your focus, as if nothing else in the world exists but those mesmerizing eyes.

“Gonna stop giving you attitude.” You moan.

He only hums under you. His eagerness to provide pleasure towards you only makes your excitement rise.

“Ride m’face.”

You begin shifting your hips, your eyes flutter shut as you get caught up in the feeling of your lover’s mouth. His hand shifts to grip at your cheeks, he spreads them open for better access.

Your breathing becomes labored as the tell tale signs of your growing orgasm comes to play. Your hand goes down to his hair where you begin pulling on the strands. Satoru completely relaxes his face and lets you use him to your content. Moans are seeping from both of your mouths along with a few curse words.

“You’re so h-handsome, baby. I love riding your face.” The words sound foreign coming out of your mouth. It had been a building process with Satoru teaching you how to increase your dirty talk in bed. You were truthfully grateful, because now it feels like once you start you can not stop.

Satoru moans at your vulgar words. Hearing you talk like this only turned him on more. He gives your ass a few lazy slaps in response. His dick is absolutely throbbing, practically begging for any sort of attention. He slurps loudly on your pussy. Your wetness coates half of his face, he could feel the stickiness forming on his jaw and cheeks.

“Gonna cum, baby.” You warn him. Your hips speed up as you can feel the impending pressure on your lower stomach. His eyes stare up at you, watching every facial expression that comes across your pretty face.

His tongue glides back to your clit. He uses only the tip to trace his name onto your pussy, enjoy the way your body shudders and your breathing becomes more labored. Your orgasm comes full force when his mouth suctions around your clit.

“Toru, daddy—ngh! ‘M cumming!”

Loud moans come from deep in your chest. Your hold on his hair becomes tighter as you twitch and tremble. Your pussy shoots out like an intense jet, and like the greedy man Satoru is, he laps it all up.

Even when your orgasm is done, he continues to slurp and suck up all of your nectar until you can’t take it anymore and forcefully detach your mound away from his glistened lips.

You collapse lazily onto the bed, landing on your back with an exhausted sigh. Your body feels heavy, and you lie there stiffly, struggling to steady your uneven breathing. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as your eyes flutter closed, fatigue washing over you like a comforting wave.

The room goes silent until you feel Satoru shift towards you. Suddenly, your legs are being spread and lifted to your shoulders. Your eyes fly open, obviously not expecting for him to want to go again so quickly.

“Baby.” You whine watching as he rubs his dick against your pussy, collecting remains of your wetness to lubricate the tip of his dick.

“Shut up.” Satoru’s tone has a stream of your nectar dripping out of you. Slowly, he presses his tip inside of you, stretching you out deliciously. The both of you are focused on where the two of you connect. Moans escape past both of your lips as you both adjust to feeling each other.

“Didn’t want to talk then, don’t fuckin’ talk now.” He tells you roughly. Even when he’s being mean to you, he still only starts with slow, soft strokes to get you adjusted to all inches of him.

Your mouth opens without you realizing it, he takes that as an opportunity to sink his index finger in your mouth. He watches expectantly as you close your mouth around the digit, getting it wet and nasty like how he likes it. He removes the wet finger from your mouth and places it onto your swollen clit.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” You try to reason with him.

“Mhm.” He ignores your weak attempts of apologizing and instead focuses on watching your pussy cream around him.

He speeds up, entranced by how his dick disappears and reappears moments later. He knows he’s not going to last long so he decides to go all in. He needs to make sure you manage to cum before he does.

The sound of your skin connecting, and the both of you moaning to each other filled the room. Your eyes trail over his chiseled torso once again, unable to help yourself. No matter how many times you’ve seen him, you can’t get over just how irresistibly sexy your lover is.

When you first met Satoru, he seemed like a no-nonsense type of person. Beneath that playful, goofy exterior, there was an unspoken firmness that followed him everywhere. It was in the way he carried himself, a quiet confidence that demanded respect without needing to ask for it. His words, though light and teasing at times, carried an underlying authority that was impossible to ignore.

Despite that, he’s always handled you with such care, as though you were something fragile and precious. There was a deliberate gentleness in the way he spoke to you, in the way his hands would brush against yours, or the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. It was that perfect balance—firm yet tender—that made you trust him completely.

“Daddy, you’re stretching your pussy out so good.” You whine.

“I know, baby. Pussy jus’ keeps creaming and creaming.” He rests his hands on the back of your thighs. “Lemme see you play with those titties.” He watches as you make quick work of pulling your shirt up, exposing your hardened, dark areolas to him. Your manicured fingers begin rubbing and pinching at them. You let out quiet moans, the added sensation has you trembling even more.

“Pinch them too, baby. Fuck—yeah, just like that. You’re so fucking sexy.” Satoru coos at you. “You like when I fuck you deep like this?” He asks, giving you calculated deep, rough thrusts.

The tip of his dick constantly hits the spot that has your eyes rolling backwards. “Love it, baby.” You groan.

His grip on your thighs becomes firmer as he speeds up, giving you fast, hard strokes. His heavy balls slap against your ass every time he pushes his hips forward. “Use a hand to rub that pussy, baby.” He tells you.

You obey, one of your hands snakes down to your glistening pussy and begins rubbing fast circles on your clit. Your legs begin to quiver as you try to match your movements to Satoru’s.

“Ngh! Fuck!” Your pussy begins clenching and unclenching around his dick. “I’m about to cum!” You exclaim.

As you try to prepare yourself for the powerful orgasm that’s about to happen, it all abruptly comes to an end. Your eyes quickly land on Satoru who’s looking down at you.

“Apologize like you mean it,” he says, his tone heavy with mockery, a taunting smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Ohmy—” Your complaint is cut off by Satoru slapping the back of your thigh. A soft whine escapes from you, unbidden and laced with frustration. “I’m sorry.” You breathe. There’s a bit of an attitude layered within your words.

He rubs himself against your opening, teetering on the edge of pushing himself back inside. “That doesn’t sound sincere, princess.”

You could feel yourself growing upset with his teasing. Tears cloud your eyes, you are seconds away from having the most intense orgasm you have had in weeks, and he decides to just—stop.

“I said I was sorry like thirty times!” you exclaim, your tone a mix of exasperation and desperation.

“I said it didn’t sound sincere.” Satoru can see the tell tale signs of you being pushed to your limit and he loved it. You couldn’t have possibly believed you were going to give him a nasty attitude and then expect for him to be cordial with you after.

“Baby, I’m so sorry for acting bratty. So so sorry.” You whine, hoping pitifully that your apologizing would now work. “Please accept my apology,” You plead with him. “Please, daddy.”

“You gonna go back to being my good girl?” He asks cautiously. His dick spreads your pussy open as he slowly pushes his hips forward. “Hm?”

“Yes! Yess! ‘M gonna go be so good for you.” You nod your head rapidly.

“You promise, baby?” He asks, still tauntingly moving at a snail’s pace.

“I promise.” You sob out when he finally sheaths his entire length back inside of your awaiting mound. The stretch, the sensation, hearing him let out curse words, everything has you back on the brink of your long deserved orgasm.

Your fingers rub your clit once again. You continue at your previous pace using the same fast circle technique to help you finish.

He doesn’t miss a beat, picking up right where he left off and moving even faster, as if he had never paused in the first place. His intensity is unwavering, leaving you struggling to keep up, yet you can’t help but marvel at his relentless determination. His focus sharp, his movements purposeful, and his presence utterly consuming. Each moment feels like it builds on the last, leaving no room to catch your breath or gather your thoughts.

“Baby.” You whine. It hits you like a train, sudden and overwhelming, leaving no time to prepare. Your breath catches in your chest, locked there as if stolen, and your entire body freezes up, unable to respond. The intensity floods through you, immobilizing you in its grip, leaving you powerless to do anything but feel its full force.

Satoru loudly moans at the feeling of you clenching and unclenching around him. “Fuck, yes.” He groans watching as a stream of clear liquid shoots from out of you. It messily covers the both of you, getting all over your thighs, some even managing to land on your stomach, it hits Satoru’s pelvis area like a fountain.

“So perfect, baby. My turn. ‘Mma nut all in this pretty pussy.”

His own orgasm is triggered by yours, he stops his moving as he prepares for the thick load that travels theough his dick. A strained moan escapes past his lips as he begins filling your pussy up with his thick cum. His balls relax and tighten in a repeated pattern until all of the cum is drained and into you.

With a tired sigh, Satoru pulls out. His cum immediately rushes out, getting all over the white comforter.

You tiredly place your legs down, exhaustion eats at you, begging for you to indulge in it.

“Gimme a kiss.” Satoru tells you as he lays beside you. Your mouths work together to build up a messy makeout that lasts longer than either of you expected.

“I’m sorry for being so bratty.” You apologize once again, this time your voice softer, carrying a weight of sincerity and awareness that wasn’t there before. Each word feels deliberate, an earnest attempt to make things right.

“You know you’re already forgiven. Don’t do that ignoring shit again though.” He warns you before placing a soft kiss on your nose.

[demonic0angel]

Violent Violet: Steph getting teased by the Batfam about her new girlfriend. Sam senses this and bursts in to defend her new sweetheart. Maybe she has a weapon. I dunno.

“Oooh, I can’t believe that you’re the one who gets a goth girlfriend out of all of us,” Tim teased, nudging Steph.

Sam paused in where she was looking at the Batmobile.

Steph sighed and rolled her eyes. She chuckled a little and said, “That’s right. I have a hot goth girlfriend while the rest of you losers stay single.”

Sam relaxed back and continued staring at the Batmobile, using her phone to take pictures for Tucker all the while.

“I’m surprised that you have a girlfriend at all,” Jason said. “Girlfailures usually never gets a girlboss.”

Sam looked up again, eyes narrowed.

“Never use gen z slang again, Hood,” Stephanie hissed, but she sounded amused as she poked Jason aggressively in the chest.

Damian then said, “I’m most shocked that someone like you even has someone at all. Does she know that you stuff your suit, Fatgirl?”

“It’s Spoiler again, you little brat—” Stephanie began, about to wrestle Damian into submission as they both shared smirks when a black blur almost literally flew at him like a vengeful ghost.

Damian yelped and Tim shielded him, while Jason moved in front of them before they realized that Sam was the one who had moved, hissing and spitting at Damian while Steph restrained her, looking alarmed.

“How dare you! Don’t talk about my girlfriend that way!”

Looking offended, Damian then snapped, “I can talk about my sister however I want!”

Stephanie almost let go of Sam to cover her mouth in flattered disbelief.

“Aww, Dami—! Oh shit! Sam! It’s okay, I swear! Sam! Seriously!”

[thebearer]

please please please need a part two of the fight blurb 😭 what happens next 😭😭😭

should i make it into a full fic omg?? maybe?? lol

but on the real, i think that he would have to take a leave from the restaurant, which truthfully, everyone needed. this is just what broke him. the one time he actually tries to deal with his shit and not just blow up, get embarrassed, try to make it up, and repeat the cycle with no real change. i mean, you took his babies? anchovy and teddy. you're not returning his calls. richie, fak, and sweeps are alternating wellness check watches because they're terrified he's going to hurt himself, especially after the way he spiraled when he found your wedding ring.

he knows where you're at. he managed to become technologically savvy all of a sudden and figured out how to see your location, that you shared with him when you first started dating. fak wouldn't let him take his car. richie had put him on a full blown "psych ward type shit" lockdown until he "got his shit together, cousin".

"richie said-"

"-richie's a fuckin' moron, give me my fucking keys, fak!"

"carmen," fak frowns. "i-i can't."

so carmen walked. he walked to sugar and pete's house. nearly an hour walk through chicago. smoking so much he felt sick.

pete answered the door, face falling as soon as he saw carmen.

"carm, h-hey, man-"

"-where is she?" carmen wasn't interested on any sort of small talk, tunnel visioned to get to you.

"uh, i-i don't-"

"-pete, i really don't want you to fuck with me right now, alright." carmen took a deep breath, throat burning with tears. "i need to see- i-i need to see her pete." he couldn't bring himself to even say your name.

a tiny meow came from behind pete, anchovy skippering towards carmen with bright eyes, tail raised. it made carmen's jaw clench, tears blurring his vision. he knew you had to be close by. looking at the time, you were probably feeding teddy, maybe putting her down for a nap. he should have been more considerate, came later in the day, carmen thought.

pete looked at the cat, down the hall, then back at carmen. "carm..." pete hesitated, gripping the door, letting it shut gently, shielding something behind him. "you know i can't."

"what the fuck? pete that's- just let me in." anger surged through carmen's chest, trying to swallow it down. all he'd been was angry. angry and sick and distraught, a never ending cycle for weeks, just amplified by your leaving.

"you want to get her back? quit actin' like a goddam baby." richie sneered one night, just days ago, when carmen was especially awful and mean. "quit actin' like this isn't your fuckin' fault. like you didn't do this to yourself. take some fuckin' accountability, grow the fuck up, and get your motherfuckin' shit together. and maybe-maybe you'll get your family back."

carmen turned, running a hand over his face, trying to calm himself. keep himself from crying, from screaming, from pushing pete down and running back there so he could see you himself- throw himself at your feet and beg for forgiveness.

"pete, please? please?" carmen's voice wobbled, breaking gently. "please l-let me talk to her. just let me- let me tell her i'm sorry. don't-"

"-carmen?" sugar's voice came from behind pete. her face dropped, different than pete's, her's was angry. "what the fuck are you doing here?"

"why do you think i'm here, natalie? huh?-"

"-oh, you've got a lot of fucking nerve showing up here." natalie sneered, pulling the door open and stepping out. "pete, go inside."

"nat-"

"-i got it." natalie hissed, eyes narrowing at carmen. she waited until pete left, shaking her head at him. "you should be fucking ashamed-"

"-i am-"

"-mortified." sugar continued. "do you know what i came home to the other night? i came home to pete taking care of your baby because your wife came here sobbing- sobbing, because you screamed at her? what the fuck is wrong with you? huh?"

"i don't know." carmen's voice was tight, fighting a tremble. "i-i don't fuckin' know. i didn't- i-i didn't mean-" a tear fell, the final crack in his demeanor. carmen wasn't sure how he had tears left, how he could sob anymore. yet here he was, on his sister's porch, tears flowing again.

sugar didn't comfort him, didn't move, just watched him through glaring eyes. "please let me s-see her. let me se-ee teddy, sugar, don't-don't keep my kid from me-"

"-i'm not keeping your kid from you." sugar snapped. "i didn't take teddy away. you know who did? you. you did carmen."

carmen flinched, he knew it was true but it still stung. "i know you don't remember dad very well, but you're acting just like him." sugar sneered.

"and before you try and come up with an excuse-"

"-i-i'm not-"

"-i want you to know, that every day. every single fucking day, there's days i want to drink myself to sleep. that mj or maggie make me want to pull my hair out and scream, or pete does something that infuriates me, but you know what i don't do?" sugar stepped towards carmen, arms still crosses. "i don't yell at them, i don't drink myself incoherent, i don't fucking act like mom or dad because i know how that felt." sugar jabbed a finger in her chest, eyes holding carmen's gaze intensely.

"i know how that fucked me up, i know how it fucked them up, how it fucked you and mikey up too- how it fucked everything in our fucking life up!" natalie laughed humorlessly. "and the last thing, the very last thing i would want, is to do that to pete, to my kids, to anyone."

carmen felt sick and yet eerily calm all at once. his chest was tight, he was sure he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't stop listening. a damning realization- a shameful one.

"you need to make up your mind, right here, right now, before you see anyone else." natalie stepped back towards the door. "you need to decide if you're going to continue to be a selfish piece of shit, or if you're going to change. and i can tell you, change is uncomfortable- it's not easy. you have to fight for it every single day. but i would rather do that than not have my family."

she looked down at carmen, twisting the knob. "you decide that, then maybe- maybe you can see them." carmen flinched at the door slamming behind her, not moving from his place on the porch, head in his hands.

fak showed up nearly an hour later, wide eyed and rambling about "how the fuck did you just leave? i was playing ball buster and-and then you're gone-"

carmen ignores him, sliding into the car slowly. "carmen?"

"you uh," carmen's voice is hoarse, staring straight ahead. "you said that, uh, that richie's got.... got someone for me to talk to?"

fak blinks, nodding slowly. "the therapist? yeah-"

"-take me there." carmen looks over at sugar's house. he isn't sure if it's his imagination or not, but for a moment he swears he can see you, peeking through the blinds.

"a-are you ok?" fak is worried, a little rattled at the sudden change. especially since carmen had been so adamant about not seeing "your stupid fuckin' therapist, richie, clearly she's no fuckin' good because look at you! you're still fucked up!" carmen's enraged words from days ago.

"no," carmen admits, throat swelling with a growing lump. "but, uh, i-i wanna be." he admits quietly, looking over at fak. "i gotta get my shit together, fak. i-i gotta be better for them."

fak doesn't deny it, doesn't console him. just goes quiet with a nod, driving away. carmen watches sugar's house disappear in the rearview, his heart aching, breaking, but he knows natalie is right. he knows he'll be back once he's better, that he has to be better. for teddy. for you. for your family.

[toriaanin]

The only real couple here is L and A. You should ship them, they are really in love.

Thanks for the recommendation Anon... but NO. I'm here to ship one couple, and one couple only.

If Nicola or Luke find love and happiness with someone else, wonderful! Will I ship them with other people? No. Will I be happy for them? Absolutely! The thing is, what I see between Luke and Nicola is unlike any connection I've ever seen and it's THAT connection - a soulmate connection - that I'm here for. When either one of them makes it clear that they're committed to another person (which they haven't done :: going on a "date" while being unwilling to post that "date" on your IG stories, or a friend walking you home after a pub night who then shields you because a photographer is papping you :: these aren't examples of committed, romantic relationships!), I will stop shipping Luke & Nicola. I will not, however and ever, stop believing in the divine love I witnessed through them.

And another Anon asked and suggested:

Anon: even though my blog is new-ish, my stats tell me that I'm not being laughed at. Because I'm posting your ridiculous messages, YOU on the other hand, ARE being laughed at. In fact my readers are going to laugh at you in the comments 😂🤣

Lukola friends - these aren't the only Anons to reach out to me these past days, but they'll be the only ones I'm going to respond to publicly. I decided to share evidence of their troll campaign so that you could rest easy in the knowledge that the Lutonia's (edited to add: and Jakolas [see P.S. below]) are panicked. They saw what we saw at the BOSS event and the pieces don't fit their "hot couple in love" narrative.

A situation that didn't make sense given the lack of contact between Antonia & Luke since the end of July,

A petrified Antonia who wasn't professionally styled, as though she wasn't a priority,

An angry and disgruntled Luke who cast Antonia's hand aside, then looked like he wasn't happy to be photographed with her,

Luke's eventual (3 days later) black screened IG story with a black heart (macabre!) and a link that required two navigation clicks to get to TT so that the viewer could watch a reel that listed Antonia as "guest".

To my way of thinking, the whole "date" was an orchestrated PR stunt aimed at deflecting gaze away from Nicola & their treasure during a time when the utmost privacy was desired by both her and Luke.

So the Lutonia/Jakola anon troll's strategy? Push us when they perceive us to be down in the hopes that we don't get up. Hit out with verbiage meant to feed doubts they think we have. They also (and I love this because it's so fucking hilarious!) work soooo hard to link obvious Nicola and Polin "Lady Whistledown" references to their sinking ships. Silly gooses. And of course they ignore that Luke has never claimed or clarified Antonia's status in his life... even now, after the BOSS event.

The trolling behaviour doesn't phase me in the least. I don't have doubts they can crush with their silliness. Nicola and Luke are soulmates. End of statement.

So troll anons: why not head back to your sinking USS Lutonia or USS Jakola and cast off for home before your ship sinks to the bottom of the ocean. From this point forward I'll be blocking those that send me messages like this. If you're inclined to message me similar bullshit, why not save yourself the trouble and stay in your own shipping lane.

Aanin Xxx

P.S. I just discovered a kinda back-door way to see who these Anon posters are... and they're NOT officially Lutonia shippers. They're JAKOLAS!! What dickheads. To all the Jakeholes that are reading this post - fuck off to your own ship. You're worse than the Lutonias. Your desperation stinks like shit. I've also incorporated Jakolas into the original post above.

[iichfilwypj]

lover | percy jackson

ღ percy jackson x daughter of hypnos! reader ღ warnings: percy is completely whipped here! maybe he's not very accurate or himself but im a slut for romantic shit yk ღ wc: 1.658 sorry loves dreamy girls masterlist!

After years, New Year's Eve was finally different.

She'd expected the usual—warmth at camp, chatting with the campers—but Percy invited her to spend the week with his family instead.

And Sally’s letter and Estelle’s drawing made it impossible to refuse.

Percy had planned every detail perfectly. His mom made her favorite dish, Estelle eagerly talked about seeing “The Sleeping Princess” again, and Percy patiently explained the day’s events to his family. 

Because, of course, he had something else up his sleeve.

One last surprise.

Just before midnight, Percy sat beside her as Estelle slept in her lap. The adult's conversation around them faded, and she absentmindedly stroked the little girl’s back to keep herself awake.

When she felt Percy nearby, she looked up to find him brushing a strand of hair from her face. A warm smile appeared as their eyes met.

“She’s so lovely,” she murmured.

“Mm-hmm,” Percy replied, leaning against her. “Does she look like me?”

“Just a bit more adorable.” They shared a quiet laugh.

Then Percy, his voice trembling slightly, said, “Hey, dreamy. Wanna get out of here?” His eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nerves.

She chuckled, unsure if he was serious. It reminded her of a movie they had watched together, where the guy said the same line to  take the girl out of the party and lead her to something more fun.

But before she could protest, he gently lifted Estelle from her lap and took her hand, leading her toward the door.

“Wait, it’s almost midnight—”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes but—”

“Awesome! Mom, we’re leaving!”

If the the living room was beautifully decorated, the terrace was out of this world.

Percy was relieved that no one had claimed her for their celebrations. The lights lit up the place, contrasting with the soft snow falling gently on the city, transforming everything below into a sea of calm and white.

In one corner, a big blanket rested on the floor, surrounded by scattered cushion. It was small perfect escape.

The cool night air couldn’t reach the warm stillness of it, where the candles burned like magic and the sheets hanging above shielded everything from the real world.

Stunned, she observed Percy walk toward the corner, unaware of the trembling in his legs, his shallow breaths, or the tears that threatened to escape his eyes.

Not because of the cold, but because of the weight of emotions—fear, excitement, all tangled.

The old record player, silent until then, sprang to life with a gentle crackle, the music flowing through the place like a whisper of a forgotten memory.

She couldn’t help but smile, feeling reassured by its familiarity.

The melody sank deep into both their hearts on that terrace, softening them just a bit more. Their eyes locked, his green ones asking—or perhaps pleading—for her to come closer, be near him. 

And she did, it was everything she wanted.

They both found their place on the blanket, cozy in each other's warmth. Their legs were tangled like roots, something unbreakable against the world beneath them, which began to roar with the arrival of a new year, a fresh start.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

“This is lovely,” The daughter of Hypnos rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as the weight of his hand on her back filled her with calm. She couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to his skin. “Did you make this?”

This is our place, we make the rules

“Yes. I know this is your first holiday away from camp in a long time, I wanted it to be unforgettable.” He whispered, burying his face into the girl's hair.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

He heard her nervous laugh and couldn’t help but ask. “What?”

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

“Why?” she admitted, letting the question escape. She didn’t want to make herself a victim, but she was overwhelmed by all this kindness. “Why so much effort?”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And he just stared at her. He observed her, took in every part of her.

He studied her face, her expression, her soul. He saw the surprise in her slightly raised eyebrows, the gratitude in the small smile on her lips, the doubt and fear in the way her nose scrunched.

He saw it all.

And ah, take me out, and take me home

And he risked it all.

You're my, my, my, my

“I mean, it's beautiful, and no one's ever done this for me, but—”

Lover.

“I love you.” 

It came out so naturally, so quietly, but with an intensity that made her chest tighten. The world seemed to hold its breath. 

She stared at him, wide-eyed, her mind a blur of thoughts. The snow around them fell heavier now, and as the music swirled, it was his words that rang out loudest.

“I—” She couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words to tell him everything she felt. Her mind raced, emotions tangled in a knot she couldn’t untangle.

But he already knew.

A tender smile appeared, and his eyes stayed on hers. The heat of his hand on her back seeped into her cold, flushed face as he watched the tears threatening to fall.

And while he hated seeing her tears, the way her hands gripped desperately his arm made him wish he could cry alongside her.

“I love you,” he repeated. “It's the only thing I can do when I'm near you. And even when I'm not, I find you in everything. In the music I listen, in the words I speak, in what I do. In what I think—for Aphrodite, you live in my mind.”

“Percy—” she breathed, her voice unsteady as she reached for his hand.

“Please, just let me finish,” he murmured, his voice trembling under the weight of his words.

When she nodded, he drew in a deep breath and carried on.

“No one, not a single person, had ever reached my heart. Close? Yes, but you—the moment I saw you, you took it. You took everything I had.”

His girl let out a broken sob, unable to stop as the tears streamed down in torrents, and his gentle hands caught them. His own tears fell, cold and frozen in that moment.

The bells marking the year's final minute started to chime, but they felt like a distant echo, blending with the rhythm of their heartbeat.

Yet, he pressed on.

“And I don’t want it back. Never. It’s yours. Yes, everything is yours. Because—” he interlaced their fingers harder. “Because you’ve made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. Every emptiness I’ve ever felt disappeared. And every heartbeat that ever meant anything, became you.”

His thumb softly glided over the back of her hand, sending a shiver up her spine. His forehead almost met hers.

She felt his breath on her skin, and she couldn’t help but shut her eyes, letting the sound of his voice and the melody wrap around her like a gentle wave.

But he tapped her nose with his, prompting her to open her eyes. The tears made her vision hazy, but the bright green she saw before her reassured her that everything was fine.

“And now, my life—it's no longer mine. It’s no longer the one I had. It’s the one you’ve built. Every piece of me, every fragment of what I once was, now belongs to you.”

She could feel the fragility in his hands, the quiver in his fingers, and it made her want to hold him even closer, to embrace him until the oxygen was gone, until the birds stopped singing and the universe wiped away everything but them, everything but that moment.

Everything but their love.

“So take it. Take me entirely, all of me, I’m yours." he concluded. "I always have been.”

He was silent, almost still. His eyes were closed, now afraid of what her reaction might reveal.

And the girl smiled, though it turned more into a pout. Her fingers ceased holding onto his hands to lift his chin, something he did constantly to her. He didn’t open his eyes, but let himself be guided.

“Percy,” She gazed at him, and her voice came out in a whisper, as though fearing the magic of the moment would break. 

Without hesitation, they leaned even closer, following the delicate touch of their skin. The gap between them almost completely disappeared.

At last, he opened his eyes. She couldn’t contain what she felt, the urge to tell him everything she had been holding in for so long, though it didn’t measure up to what he had said to her.

The sound of the final five bells echoed, followed by the shouts from the balconies.

"I love you," she said, her heart rising in her throat, her voice quivering.

Five!

“I love you in ways I can’t express with words or gestures. I love you as if my life depended on it—”

Four!

“No, I love you because my life depends on it. Without you, I am nothing.”

Three!

“I once said that you’re the best dream I could wish for—but you're more than that. You're my reality, my light, my existence.”

Two!

“I will take everything from you, if you promise to take everything from me,”

One!

“And keep it forever. Keep me forever, I'll do the same."

Happy New Year!

And finally, she kissed him, their lips meeting in a soft, slow kiss, a kiss brimming with unspoken promises and shared emotions.

It was different than others; it was a start of something more deep. In the delicate pressure of their lips, everything they had ever felt for each other was expressed without a single syllable, their hearts speaking the language that only they understood.

There was no more cold or snow—only the heat of their bodies pressed together, the rhythmic beating of their hearts in sync, and the gentle intertwining of their souls. 

In the end, they pulled away; not because they wanted to, but because the air had become essential, because their hearts needed a moment to calm, despite the urge to stay lost in each other. 

“Happy New Year,” she whispered, as he responded with a smile, his hand reaching up to caress her face again. 

“Happy New Year, my love,” he murmured in return, his voice low, only for her to hear.

“Percy?” she sniffled.

“Yes?”

”Would you be my lover?” 

“I already am,” he leaned forward, pressing a soft peck to her lips. “Since the first day, until the stars fade.”

I CRIED WRITING THIS GOD i think it's so cute. seriously, i want apologize again for disappearing like that, out of nowhere. i feel much better now and wanted to come back with something special. i hope you liked it! also, this doesn’t mean the series is over, they are my babies, and if i have to write about the 70 years they will spend together in my heart, i will do it!

[the-kr8tor]

lavender + ❣️ with Jason todd where they are at the manor after being out ( prob shopping or smth) and he confesses his love bc a bunch of guys were asking for readers number but she turned them all down and he wanted to be hers and was tired of guys bothering his (soon to be) girl. Hopefully this makes sense lol but you totally don't have to do this. I love you and hope you have an amazing week!! 😘😘

Yay a Jason req! Thank you for being patient! I hope you like your potion 🩷

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem! Reader/ Red Hood x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mention, Best friends to lovers, Fluff

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

Jason has been uncharacteristically quiet the entire drive to the manor. He doesn't even tap his fingers to the rhythm of the radio playing a cheesy pop song that he keeps telling you that he doesn't like. With one hand he steers the wheel while his elbow rests on the window sill. It's a cool afternoon in Gotham, orange and pink hues shifting along the clouds, the road is still wet from the downpour a few hours ago. His drenched jacket that he used to shield you both from the rain hangs over the backseat.

You watch him with pensive eyes, wracking your brain as to why he's so quiet when he was such a chatterbox back when he was driving to the grocery store. You've almost forgotten what he was talking about, mind reeling from the conclusion that you might've done something to agitate your best friend. Maybe you shouldn't have volunteered to go on a grocery run when Alfred asked, especially that you and Jason planned to hang out at your place. Biting the inside of your cheek, you try to remember what happened at the store to warrant such a stifling silence from Jason— Well, he opened the door for you while he was talking about that new book he was so excited to read. Then he grabbed a cart, pushed it while you had your hand on the end, guiding him, and all the while you two kept chattering on the aisle, taking stuff that was on Alfred's list. And then that was it. Nothing special happened, well except for that one guy with a nice smile who asked you where the cereal was. And that one dude who helped you take the can of beans from the highest shelf while Jason was weighing the blueberries.

You must've looked quite agitated or even constipated because it's now Jason's turn to worry.

“Are you okay? You look like you need to take a shit.” He glances briefly to you, green eyes hiding an emotion you're still trying to ascertain.

“Am I okay? Jay, you're the one who's been silent the entire way.” He enters the manor's gates, shrugging at your words. “We can still hang out at my place after this. I'm sorry we wasted an afternoon buying Damian's sweets.”

There's a small smile on his lips, “that kid eats too much sugar.” Clicking his seatbelt off, he opens the door with a groan, you surmise that his healing knee is still bothering him.

You sigh, getting more anxious at his dodging. Before you could open the door for yourself, you find Jason outside of your door, opening it for you. “C’mon, Jay, talk to me.” Tugging at the hem of his shirt, you smile up at him. “Is it because I ate the donut you left in my fridge?”

Jason furrows his brows, lips pursed, trying not to laugh. “That was yours, babe, I left it for you.”

You blink, hand drifting away from his shirt. He already misses your hold on him. “Oh, thanks.”

“You and Dami share a sweet tooth, so I got it for you.” He leans down, arm placed atop the car, eyes soft and tender. “But thank you for confessing your sins.”

You can't help but ogle at how he looks from below. “...yeah, sure, Jay.” You say in a small tone. It's not the nickname that has you all giddy inside, you're used to his sweet nicknames that he has bestowed upon you. No, it's the thought that he left you a treat because he knows how much you love that triple chocolate donut that has you bouncing off the walls after eating it.

So it's not the donut, then why the hell does he have a stick up his finely toned ass?

Jason leaves your side, the cologne you bought him lingering around you. He opens the trunk, carrying every single plastic bag with both hands. You finally stand up after being weak in the knees after the simple look he gave you. Walking towards him to help, he's already halfway inside the mansion before you could grab a few bags from him. Knowing him, it's all effortless. Well, at least he left you one tiny bag that only contains two boxes of cereal— one regular wheat and one that has your tooth rotting just from looking at the bright colors. With a sigh, you grab it and follow him inside and towards the kitchen.

The plastic bags rustle as he takes out all the groceries. It's filled with fresh vegetables, fruits, sugar and all the food that a vigilante needs for patrol. You put your singular bag on the counter next to the others, helping him take out the rest while he still stands there all quiet and broody. In the low light of the kitchen you can clearly see that Bruce has definitely made a big influence on him.

You put your foot down, knees up on the stool to level with him, hands placed on the cold marble countertop as he raises a curious brow at you. “What's up, Jay?”

“What's up?” He mimics your tone. “Nothing, babe, just taking out the groceries.” You take the can of beans from his hand and then you place it loudly on the counter while you take a stance against the red hood who makes goons cower in fear just from his stare. “You really want to know?”

“Yes!” You exclaim, reaching over the counter to grab his hand. Wordlessly telling him that you're there for him whatever kind of problem has plagued him recently.

Jason watches as your fingers dance along his scarred palm, kneading his muscles just like you always do whenever he drops in your apartment after a tough patrol. He was so sure that he had gathered enough courage to tell you, but now that you have your hands around his own, all his bravery is down the drain.

He sucks in his teeth, leaning down, elbows atop the counter, green eyes staring anywhere near your eyes, and then he places a quick kiss along your knuckles. Warmth soothing you, almost making you forget what you were asking for.

Defeated, you cup his jaw, thumb running along his growing stubble, fingers reaching behind his ear to rub lovingly across his nape. “Okay, it's okay if you don't want to tell me. But I'll be here if you want to tell me.” You smile when he leans against your touch, eyes looking at you with such fondness that you almost melt on the spot.

Jason rationalizes his thoughts, the same thoughts that have plagued him for years, the same thoughts that he has dreamed of telling you. “It’s not the donut.”

“Of course it's not the donut.” You chuckle, fingers still tangled in his hair.

“And it's not because of the trip to the grocery store.” His eyes flick over to yours, smiling softly at how you look back at him with the same fondness. “I liked our trip, I kept imagining that we were buying stuff for our place.”

“Do you want more hangouts like that then? You can join me in going to my laundry place. We can watch the clothes tumble and dry like a couple of old people.” Your waist is cold against the counter, but you don't mind as long as he's there with you. “How's that sound?”

“Sounds great. I'll bring the spare change.” You chuckle, after a beat, you thought that was the end of it, but Jason looks like he still wants to say something else— so you stay rooted in place. “But that's not the reason.”

“Okay,” you nod, encouraging him to continue. He gives you his other hand to hold, fingers beckoning your touch. You indulge him, leaving his hair to hold his hand.

“It's that fucking guy.” He blurts out. “Guys.” He corrects himself.

“What guys?”

“The ones who were asking for your number.”

You blink, trying to recall. “I don't remember that.”

“Come on, Y/N.” He squeezes your hands as if that will help you remember them. “The tall blonde guy and the one with the uncanny smile. Just thinking about that grin gives me the creeps.”

“Oh,” you know Jason enough to actually know what he means. “Yeah, I actually remember now. What about them?”

He scoffs, acting like you caught his hand in the cookie jar. “They were bothering you is all. I was just worried for you.”

You nod, hands sliding from his own. For a moment, Jason thinks you're about to go off on him, telling him that you can handle yourself or that you can give your number to whoever the hell you want to. Because who is he to tell you who to date? It's not like you're together, right? But is it wrong that he wants to?

His thoughts get thrown out of the window when you hold his face, soft palms against his rough skin, thumb tracing along the scar on his cheek. It's all affectionate, loving, and it has Jason's heart pumping a thousand times per second.

You smile, head tilting, staring at how his eyes glow under the kitchen lights. It's mundane, but you love him like this, just like how you love him in any way shape or form. You love your best friend. “You're an idiot, Jason Todd.” Your smile gets bigger, he frowns, fearing the worst. “You know that I'm in love with you, right?”

Jason's worried eyes light up, not a trace of his worries, just you in his vision, bathed in the light of his home. “Now I do.” He chuckles, mirroring your position, holding your face in his hands, gentle, like how you'd hold a delicate feather. Placing his forehead atop yours, he says the three words back. “I love you. I'm sorry it took this long.”

Jason leans away, eyes staring at your lips before watching your heart shaped eyes look at him. “That's my girl.” Tilting his head back, you chase his lips, grabbing his collar to do what you've always wanted to do.

“I don't blame you, it took me a while too.” You sniff, refusing to let the tears escape you. “By the way, I never gave them my number.”

[uniquexusposts]

Driver of the day | C. Leclerc

Summary: Charles is asked to pick up the little sister of his best friend at the airport.

Charles Leclerc drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, his sunglasses shielding him from the Riviera's afternoon sun. Theo, one of his best friends, sat beside him, scrolling through his phone with a bored expression, occasionally glancing up at the chaos of Nice Airport’s Kiss and Ride.

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” Theo asked, flicking through his notifications. “There are better things to do than standing here unnecessarily long.”

“Because her brother asked,” Charles replied without looking over.

Theo snorted. “Right, and when he asks, you jump. Got it.”

Charles didn’t bother responding, his attention shifting to the waiting crowd. “He said she would be standing near the main pickup area.”

Theo squinted through the windshield, his eyes scanning the line of travellers, some were leaving, others arrived. “What does she even look like now? It’s been, what, four years?”

Charles shrugged. “Same as before, I guess. Short, shy, always in oversized dresses or black clothing...”

“And braces,” Theo added with a grin. “Don’t forget the braces.”

They both laughed, their shared image of Y/n frozen in the awkward teenage years when they teased her relentlessly. But then Theo straightened, leaning closer to the window. “Wait... oh, shit, is that her?”

Charles frowned, following Theo’s gaze. His grip on the wheel loosened as his eyes landed on a woman standing by a suitcase. She was polished, confident, elegant, and nothing like the Y/n they remembered. “Holy shit, indeed,” he muttered.

Theo leaned back, shaking his head in disbelief. “No way. That’s not her. That’s... someone else. Has to be.”

“She’s standing exactly where your brother said she would be,” Charles said, his voice quieter now.

Theo grinned, recovering quickly. “Well, if it’s not her, at least we are about to make a stranger’s day.” He rolled down the window and leaned out, his smirk wide. “Need a taxi to Monaco?”

The woman turned toward them, and her expression shifted from confusion to surprise to annoyance as recognition flickered across her face.

“Yep, that’s her,” Charles said under his breath, pulling the car into park and stepping out.

Y/n’s voice carried as she looked at them. “What are you two doing here? Where’s my brother?”

Charles grinned, slipping his sunglasses up onto his head. “Something came up. He sent us instead.”

Theo was already out of the car, circling to grab her suitcase. “And lucky for us, too. Although... we almost didn’t recognise you.”

Charles nodded, his grin turning a touch softer as he studied her. “We were expecting the old Y/n.”

“The braces. The dresses,” Theo chimed in, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

“Not... this,” Charles finished, gesturing toward her with a vague wave of his hand.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her tone sharp. “This?”

Theo smirked. “You know, the whole ‘looking like you just walked off a runway’ thing.”

Charles chuckled as he opened the back door for her. “Ignore him. He’s not used to surprises.”

Y/n sighed, brushing past them to climb into the car. “And I see you two haven’t changed at all.”

Theo hoisted her suitcase into the trunk, laughing. “Still bossy. Yep, it’s definitely her.”

As they returned to the car and Charles merged into traffic, Theo twisted in his seat, looking back at her. “So, what’s Madrid been like? Because, clearly, it did something to you.”

Charles shook his head, his grin lingering as he watched Y/n through the rearview mirror. “Careful, Theo. You might not survive the ride to Monaco if you keep that up.”

Theo and Y/n gasped when Charles braked hard. Y/n’s hand reached for the door for a grip, and her eyes grew round.

“Why is he driving?” She asked.

A grin formed on Theo’s lips. “You know, he needs to practice his normal driving skills in a normal car on a normal road every once in a while.”

“Theo, what the fuck,” Charles replied with an annoyed sigh.

For the first time, a smile formed on Y/n’s lips. “Glad you force him to because I can’t tell this is an F1 driver for Ferrari.”

Laughter from Theo filled the car, even to the point he started to cough and gasp for air. Y/n couldn’t help, but laugh as well, but she silently laughed. It was silent at the driver's side, as Charles didn’t know how to react. However, he could smile at her comment as it made her laugh.

★

The car pulled into the Maison's driveway, the sound of the engine echoing softly through the otherwise peaceful area. As Charles slowed down, Y/n glanced out the window, smiling at the familiar surroundings.

As Charles steered the car to the front door, Theo leaned back, stretching his arms over his head. "Well, this is it.”

Y/n looked at the front door, then around the car and finally at Charles. “You’re really gonna park it like this?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Theo chuckled. "Don’t worry, he’s got normal parking skills." He shot Charles a teasing grin.

Charles muttered something under his breath, his hands tight on the steering wheel as he guided the car into place, clearly trying to ignore the jabs.

Once the car came to a stop, Y/n pushed open the door and stepped out. She grabbed her suitcase from the trunk, still feeling the faint adrenaline buzz from their chaotic drive. “You know,” she said, her smile playful, “you might want to stick to F1 tracks, Charles. You’re scaring the shit out of me.”

Theo’s laughter erupted again, echoing around the driveway. “You should’ve seen her face when he hit the brakes,” he said, his voice nearly cracking with amusement.

Charles rolled his eyes as he exited the car, closing the door behind him. “Very funny,” he muttered.

Y/n turned to face him, a grin still tugging at her lips. “Honestly, I’m just glad I survived that ride. Can’t say the same for my heart, though.”

Charles gave her a sidelong glance, his lips twitching into a faint smile. “If it makes you feel better, you’re not the first person to say that.”

“Well, I’m not in the mood to be your next record,” she replied, still smiling.

“Next time, I’ll make sure you’re in the front seat,” Theo said, his tone mock-serious as he stepped up next to her. “First-row experience.”

“Let’s just get inside,” Charles grumbled, the playful banter finally wearing thin. “I’ll deal with you two later.”

“Ooooooo,” Theo hummed, throwing his hands up.

As they entered the Maison, soft words filled the air. They all walked to the living room, where the words came from. Laurent, Y/n’s brother, was calling. His suit was slightly wrinkled, and his tie was loosened, the telltale signs of a long day at work. He was still in the process of kicking off his shoes when he saw his little sister. A massive smile appeared, and his jaw dropped in excitement. He pointed at his phone and held up his hand, letting them know it would take five minutes. He walked over to Y/n and gave her a hug and a kiss on her hair.

Y/n smiled. Her brother had always been this way: always multitasking and making sure things were in order. It was one of the reasons she admired him so much. She sat down on the couch and looked around. Not much had changed, apart from a few photos and different cushions.

Theo dropped down into one of the armchairs with a sigh. “So, what’s the plan, huh? What do you two want to do first? Tour the place? Hit the beach?”

Charles, who had been quiet while her brother handled the call, shifted his gaze to Y/n. The room felt oddly still for a moment, their shared gaze lingering longer than either of them expected.

Y/n, feeling the weight of the quiet, broke eye contact first and turned to glance at her brother. “Let him finish first, I guess. We’ve got time,” she said lightly, her voice carrying an undertone that belied how restless she felt beneath the surface.

Her brother spoke up, his voice clear despite the distance. “Alright, I’ll be done in a minute. Just trying to sort out a few things. You three get comfortable, help yourselves to whatever’s in the kitchen.”

Charles stood still for a second, the quiet of the moment pressing down on him, and for the first time since they had arrived, he felt the subtle tension that had built between him and Y/n. It was odd, this unspoken thing between them, as if the space in the room was filled with something more than just casual conversation.

He cleared his throat, trying to break the silence. “I’ll grab us a drink. You good with something, Y/n?”

Y/n snapped out of her thoughts, startled by his question. “Uh, yeah, sure. Water’s fine.”

“Water it is,” he replied, the corners of his lips twitching upward.

“I will take a coke, thank you,” Theo ordered and put up his thumb.

Charles sighed and made his way to the kitchen.

As he walked away, Y/n couldn’t help but glance at him again, watching how he moved so effortlessly. It was a quiet observation, nothing too obvious, but enough to make her heart race just a little. He had become more handsome than she remembered.

“So…” Laurent entered the living room again. He fell beside his little sister on the couch and looked at her. “Welcome back, Y/n/n.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and hugged her briefly. “It has been empty here without you.”

Y/n smiled, the familiar warmth of her brother’s presence comforting her. “It’s still home,” she said softly, glancing around the room. Her brother bought this place just before she left for Madrid. She helped him move, but that was all.

“Gonna make sure you’re spoiled during your stay. Got all your favourites lined up, too.”

“Love that.”

“I'm sorry I couldn’t pick you up, but there was a massive accident in Menton. I just arrived back home,” he apologised, feeling bad he couldn’t keep up his promise to pick her up.

“No worries,” she smiled. “It was an… interesting pick-up party.”

Laurent raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Interesting how?”

Y/n chuckled, her eyes glancing over to where Charles and Theo had settled in the room. “Let’s just say I wasn’t expecting to be picked up by an F1 driver and a…,” she paused, looking at Theo with a teasing grin, “...professional passenger.”

Theo let out a loud, exaggerated gasp. “I am not a professional passenger!” He threw his hands up dramatically. “I just prefer to let Charles take the wheel. It’s not my fault he’s too quick to get in and out of trouble.”

Charles, who had been quietly listening, snorted with laughter. “You’re one to talk. You’re just mad because I beat you in the car to Menton the other week.”

Y/n shot them both a playful look. “I’m just glad I’m still alive to tell the tale.”

Charles flashed her a grin. “See? No harm done.”

“Yeah, you say that now.” Y/n crossed her arms, smirking. “You almost gave me a heart attack. I was about to turn into an honorary member of the FIA with that kind of ride.”

Laurent, who was listening to the banter, snickered. “Things haven’t changed, I see. Still bickering like an old married couple.”

“Pff.”

“Shut up.”

“Old married couple,” Theo agreed and sipped from this drink.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “We’re not bickering. I’m just saying Charles could practice more with regular cars. Don’t think Monaco’s tight corners should be his only driving experience.”

Theo burst into laughter, slapping his knee. “Oh, she’s calling you out, Charles. You’ve been called out.”

Charles, trying to keep a straight face, replied, “Okay, okay, maybe I’ll take some tips from the passenger seat next time, just to ensure no one else gets traumatised.”

Y/n gave him a playful side-eye. “Good plan. We’ll be safer that way. I can teach you the tips and tricks.”

The moment was light and familiar—like old times when teasing each other was second nature. Still, as the laughter faded, Y/n couldn’t help but feel something shift in the room. It was subtle, but there was an undeniable weight to the space between her and Charles. Her smile softened as her eyes flicked briefly to him, and she noticed the way his gaze lingered on her before he quickly looked away, his expression unreadable.

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[sweetcherriexs]

I don't care; b.e.

Billie's eyebrows knitted together in confusion and a small tinge of worry as she walked into the living room of your shared house. She had just come back from a long day of interviews and was so excited to come home to you only that she found you nowhere to be seen.

"princess? I'm home, " She declared as he set her stuff down on the coffee table. She continued looking around with the worry in her chest increasing. A deep sigh left her lips as she left the living room and went on to the kitchen, only to find that empty, too. Her hands clasped together in front of her as anxiety flooded her mind and she fiddled with the rings on her fingers. "baby?!" She called out again, making her way towards the stairs in a hurry. She couldn't help thinking of the worst as she made her way upstairs;

what if you've been taken?

her stalker is back and he took you?

what if you moved out and left her?

have you been kil-

Her train of worrying thoughts are cut off as she slams open the bedroom door and finds you lying in the bed, phone in hand and plush squeezed to your chest. "oh my god" she let out, putting a hand over her chest as she sighed in relief. You looked up, pushing your headphones off your head with confusion on your face.

"Hey, Bils"

Billie looked at you, her expression the slightest bit angry. "what the hell? I thought something happened to you! you weren't answering me" Realization took over your features then guilt.

"I--..I'm sorry, Bils. I didn't mean to..." You mumble, instinctively biting down on your lower lip.

Billie sighed once more, shaking her head as she walked over to the bed and sat on it. "It's okay, my love" She hummed softly and put a hand on your arm. "what's up? everything okay? you don't usually just sulk in here when I come home"

It was your turn to sigh, shutting your phone off and sitting up. "yeah uh... it's just been... loud today" You mumbled, looking at the sheets under you. "sorry, I pulled in the blinds"

Billie looked behind you and the blinds were indeed pulled in, she hasn't even noticed when she came in in a hurry. You know she doesn't like having no natural light inside and she always told you to keep the blinds pulled back.

"oh, no-... it's okay, baby. I'm not mad" Shook her head, voice softening. "it's been loud, hm? care to share?" She asked, scooting closer to you on the bed. You took a moment, hesitating before nodding and crawling into Billie's arms as she laid back on the bed and your head settled on her chest. Her hand stroked your back in a soothing manner.

"uh..." You began, closing your eyes as your pulse raced. Billie let out a soft hum, urging you to continue. You sighed; "I uh... made some food for lunch." You said quietly. "and it turned out really good"

Billie nodded, a little confused as to what this has to do with anything. "mhm"

"so I uh... ate a lot"

Billie's brows furrowed and her hand paused for a moment before returning to its rhythmic stroking.

"and I-... you know I-... feel like shit. and--..."you took a deep breath. "I just don't understand why you'd--.." Billie cut you off, shushing you and kissing your forehead softly.

"you look mesmerizing, baby" She whispered. "there is nothing I would change about how you look, okay? I love..." Her hands stopped and squeezed your waist. "every--..." her hands slid lower, landing on your backside and giving the soft flesh a squeeze before bringing her hands back to the small of your waist. "thing" You giggled softly at her actions, burying your face into her breasts as your cheeks flushed. "hey, look at me" You oblige, eyes meeting hers and they're so soft and caring.

"I don't care." She whispered. "you're my girl, no matter what" She nodded along her words before leaning down and kissing your forehead again. then the tip of your nose and finally your lips.

Her arms encircled your body on top of hers as you kissed her back, squishing you almost as if she was ready to shield you from anything and everything evil in this world. and let's be honest, she absolutely was.

[luvfae]

part 2 to stay close.. maybe reader gets hurt during a game or by a player or something and thanos like.. freaks out

STAY CLOSE, PT 2

parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader

warnings: violence, blood, swearing

part one

The overhead lights flickered once. Twice. Then—

Darkness.

A low murmur spread across the dormitory, bodies shifting, tension thick enough to choke on.

Lights out.

You swallowed hard, your fingers gripping the edge of your thin blanket as you pressed your back against the cold metal of your bunk. Thanos sat beside you, his body tense, eyes fixed on the shadows moving beyond your shared space.

“Stay close to me,” he murmured, his voice low but firm.

“I know.”

His hand brushed against yours—warm, grounding. You clung to the comfort of his touch, but the unease never left. Because you knew what happened in the dark.

No cameras. No rules. No consequences.

And then it began.

A scream ripped through the silence.

The sound sent a sharp jolt through you, and before you could process it, the dorm erupted into chaos. Fists meeting flesh. The sickening crunch of bone. Blood splattering against the cold concrete floor.

Thanos’ grip on you tightened. “Move,” he ordered, guiding you off the bunk, shielding you with his own body.

But it happened too fast.

One second, you were following him through the chaos, and the next—

A hand wrapped around your wrist.

Hard. Furious.

You barely had time to react before you were yanked backward, ripped away from Thanos’ grasp. Your body slammed against something solid, knocking the air from your lungs.

Panic.

You struggled, thrashing against the grip, but the man holding you was stronger—his fingers digging into your arm like a vice.

“You little bitch,” he hissed into your ear.

Then came the first punch.

Pain exploded across your cheek, white-hot and blinding. Your head snapped to the side, your vision swimming.

The second hit landed against your ribs, a sharp, bruising impact that sent you crumbling to your knees.

Where’s Thanos?

You gasped, struggling to crawl away, but a shoe slammed into your stomach, knocking you flat on your back.

“Thought you could survive this shit just ‘cause you’ve got that pretty boy guarding you?” the man sneered. “Let’s see how tough you are without him.”

You braced for the next blow—

But it never came.

The next thing you heard was a deafening snarl, like an animal let loose. Then came the sickening thud of flesh meeting flesh.

A pained grunt. A crash.

Then—

His voice.

“You stupid, dead motherfucker.”

You blinked through the pain, your vision struggling to focus—

Thanos.

He was on top of your attacker, fists relentless, raining down like a storm, each hit more vicious than the last.

The man gasped, struggling beneath him, but Thanos was beyond gone. His face was twisted in pure, unfiltered rage, his knuckles coated in red.

“You touch her again—” Another brutal hit. “—I’ll rip you apart with my bare hands.”

The man coughed, spitting blood, but Thanos wasn’t done. He grabbed the fucker by his collar and slammed him against the wall so hard it made a sickening crack.

“She’s mine,” Thanos growled, his voice ice-cold, lethal. “Mine to protect. Mine to kill for. And I swear to god—” He slammed the guy’s head back again. “—I will gut you like a fucking pig if you so much as breathe in her direction.”

The man groaned weakly, barely conscious, his body slumping.

But Thanos was still seeing red.

You struggled to push yourself up, but pain flared through your ribs, making you whimper. That sound—

The moment Thanos heard you whimper, his head snapped to you.

And suddenly, the anger disappeared.

The violence drained from his face, replaced with something far worse.

Panic.

“Señorita.”

In an instant, he was by your side, hands cupping your face, frantically scanning you for injuries. His breathing was ragged, his fingers trembling.

“Baby, talk to me.” His voice cracked.

You tried to smile, but your lip split open, fresh blood trickling down.

His face twisted in anguish.

“I’m okay,” you murmured, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Just… a little bruised.”

Thanos clenched his jaw, his grip tightening. “I should’ve never fucking come here.” His voice was thick, laced with guilt.

“It’s not your fault.”

“That’s not the fucking point.”

You exhaled softly. “Then what is?”

His throat bobbed. His eyes burned with something raw, something he had never said out loud before.

But then—

The lights flicked on.

The chaos dulled, the fighting stopped, and the guards stormed in.

Thanos didn’t move. He didn’t care.

All that mattered was you, and the bruises on your skin that shouldn’t have been there.

He touched your cheek carefully, brushing away a speck of dried blood, his jaw tightening.

And for the first time in his life—

Thanos was afraid.

Because he realized something in that moment.

He could lose you.

And that?

That would destroy him.

[cyberhughes]

— 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ quinn hughes

🌊 chapter 2: feeling scandalous

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*:･✧* 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: quinn hughes x fem!oc

*:･✧* 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: swearing, luke and jack are flirty but it’s all platonic, suggestive content(nothing too spicy yet🌚)

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: hey guys omfg…i’m so sorry this took so long I’ve been so busy😭😭uni is stressing me out so bad beyond belief but we ball!! this chapter is so shit cause lowkey its a filler just to build up more tension before we start getting *actually* juicy. this was also lowkey not rlly proofread LMAO. ALSO ALSO ALSO… we are almost at 200 followers?? wtf?? i didn’t even realize i had hit 100 im sorry i love you all so much and i appreciate all the love and support you’ve given me <3 perhaps i will plan a little surprise for you all later 😛

series masterlist + character intros

“WAKEY WAKEY!” the curtains were ripped open by jack, causing luke and aurora to shield themselves under the covers from the abrupt sunlight.

“what the fuck! close it!” luke complained, snuggling himself further into the warmth of the bedsheets. meanwhile, jack tiptoed to the foot of their bed, before mischievously yanking their blankets of off them.

“up and at em, let’s not waste a good boat day!” he stood there proudly, hands on his hips with a shit eating grin plastered across his face, not caring that he had just ruined their chance of a peaceful morning.

“later.” luke groaned, moving to pull aurora close to him, seeking at least the warmth from her body. “oh my god get off of me, i’m up.” she wiggled herself out of his arms and he whined.

she pushed past jack, him snorting at her hair being messy as well as her shirt hanging off one shoulder. “good morning to you too sleeping beauty.” he laughed—a bit too hard—at his own joke, while she stuck her tongue out at him before continuing her way the the washroom to freshen up.

as she stood there brushing her teeth, she couldn’t help but think back to her interactions with quinn yesterday. he had told her she didn’t do anything wrong, but she knew something was off with him. she knew that everyone else felt the tension too, she just couldn’t figure out why it was there in the first place.

she didn’t want to let this sour her trip, she was here for her brother after all. she’d just have to find a way for quinn to warm up to her again.

she creeped back into her and luke’s shared room, suppressing a laugh when she found him fast asleep again.

from her suitcase, she grabbed a bathing suit—that she didn’t remember packing? she held up the pieces straight, trying to remember when she had bought it. she dug through her luggage some more, looking for the one she knew she packed but it wasn’t anywhere to be seen. she sat back on her heels, puzzled.

then it clicked. she had remembered her best friend from california—kaylee—peeking through her suitcase a few days before they had left for their trip. she let out a groan, making a mental note to scold her friend later.

she examined the fabric once again and placed it against her body.

this wasn’t going to cover anything.

“wow, that’s tiny.” she heard luke mumble from the bed and her eyes widened, face going red.

“go back to sleep, idiot.”

“i look like a prostitute.” aurora said nodding with her lips pressed into a thin line as she rested her phone on the bathroom counter. she was currently on facetime with kaylee, the one who had put her in this situation.

“no, you look hot. you have to let quinn see that you got hot.” kaylee said with a fat grin on her face as she watched her bestfriend adjust and pull at the fabric of the bikini in a failed attempt to get some more coverage.

“it was so awkward yesterday kaylee.” aurora whined and grabbed her phone to position her face in frame. “he barely talked to me, and the one time he did, it felt like he would’ve rather been anywhere else.”

“then don’t let it be awkward the fuck? just, be flirty or something.” kaylee spoke nonchalantly.

“yeah no, i think he still sees me as a kid.”

“so then show him that you’re a hot woman now, i’m really struggling to see the problem here rory. just flash him your tits or something.” aurora’s cheeks went red at her friends words. “oh my god, stop it.” she mumbled as the girl on the other side of the phone cackled.

“i gotta go now, we’re going on the lake in a bit.” she took one last look in the mirror before throwing on her t-shirt and shorts. “okay bye rory. but seriously just flash a ti—“ aurora hung up before she could finish the sentence.

she couldn’t help but think that maybe kaylee was right, not about needing to flash her boobs, but about trying to make quinn see that she wasn’t a kid anymore. maybe it wasn’t the fact that she still had a crush on him, but rather that she felt the need to prove herself. although yes, she did still have a little big crush on him.

she felt slight twinge of guilt as she thought, it was her brother’s wedding weekend and here she was plotting on his best man. it was wrong.

but that’s what made it kind of exciting.

aurora stepped out onto the patio, breathing in the summer air and taking in the view of lake. the view was stunning, the backyard almost fully set up with decorations for the wedding. to put it shortly, it felt magical. in the distance, she saw everyone, asides from the parents who were out golfing, settling onto the boat.

“hurry up slowpoke!” luke cupped his hands around his mouth, yelling out. aurora rolled her eyes, adjusted the strap of her tote bag which was chronically falling down, and headed towards the boat.

“good morning.” she smiled as she passed quinn who was carrying a cooler of drinks. she paused her stride to notice the veins that popped out of his arms, and wow the way his hands looked as he gripped the handle and—

“morning, rory.” he said with a soft smile and she felt her stomach drop like she was on a rollercoaster, did he notice her checking him out?

“did you sleep okay last night?” he didn’t look up as he stepped into the boat, setting the cooler down and then offering his hand out to help her in.

she felt like she was having whiplash, he was acting normal now? she took his hand and stepped in, “yeah it was great. lukey’s a snorer though.” she laughed and he nodded. she had to hide a frown as he let go of her hand.

“are you shit talking me right now?” luke walked over with his arms crossed, looking down at aurora through his sunglasses. “yeah, we’re shit talking you severely, i hate you so much.” she gave a sarcastic smile and scooted past him to greet melissa.

luke scoffed, “pft, she loves me. couldn’t keep her hands off me last night.” he said jokingly as he rested his hands on the back of his head, not noticing how quinn didn’t laugh, only pressing his lips into an awkward smile.

“oh gross, luke.” ashton smacked the top of his head, luke pouting as he fixed his cap.

“that was you who couldn’t keep your hands off!” aurora protested as melissa giggled beside her. she rolled her eyes then turned to fully face her soon to be sister in law. “so, are you starting to get nervous or anything?” aurora questioned and she shrugged.

“i don’t think i’m really that nervous,” she began, flipping her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head. “am i nervous that it could rain or i could trip and fall walking? yeah of course, but I’ve never once felt nervous about marrying your brother, i actually can’t wait.” she blushed and aurora could feel her heart melting, she admired their relationship so much. it was something about they way they spoke about each other, like it was always meant to be.

“alright guys, we ready to go?” quinn asked and everyone cheered, excited to spend the day in the sun before the chaos of the wedding began.

“COWABUNGA!” jack launched himself off the edge of the boat, earning complaints from the group as he splashed water everywhere.

“idiot…” aurora chuckled as she stared down at her clothes which were now soaked, it was to be expected, they were having a lake day afterall.

she whipped her head at the sound of stomping coming towards her and melissa, to which she found her brother getting a running start to jump in, luke following not far behind.

“wow so much for curling my hair.” melissa joked, stepping out of her sundress and heading over to the side, letting ashton help her down.

“come on you two!” ashton exclaimed from the water, waiting on aurora and quinn.

aurora bit her lip, here goes nothing. she first took off her shorts, throwing them on top her her tote, then peeled off her shirt, revealing the bikini kaylee had planted. it was honestly a really nice bikini, the lack of coverage was where the problem lied.

from behind her, quinn could be seen with his jaw clenched, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he took in the sight. to most, his expression could be mistaken for annoyance or anger, but that wasn’t quite what was happening here.

she looked back over her shoulder, offering quinn a small smile as her cheeks turned a soft pink, “coming, quinn?”

her smile faltered when she noticed his expression. shit- was he mad? maybe he was mad that she was practically naked, after all they weren’t the only group out on the lake. there were other families boating and swimming around.

she snapped out of her thoughts when she heard jack whistle, “damn, looking good rory!” he cackled, before ashton splashed him in the face. “i’m serious you guys, that’s my baby sister, stop being fucking creeps.” he scoffed.

aurora jumped in and lingered under the water, wanting to hide the way her cheeks burned in embarrassment, not from jack’s comment, but rather at the fact that she had upset quinn.

for the rest of the day, they had spent their time swimming around, wakeboarding, munching on the delicious charcuterie board melissa had prepared, and playing some card games. it had been the perfect way for the soon to be married couple to relax before becoming fully preoccupied with their wedding, not forgetting to express their gratitude to quinn every chance they got.

they were now headed back to the house, in time to meet their parents for a nice dinner. aurora had her head rested on luke’s shoulder as she was being lulled to sleep from the soft rocking of the boat, as well as being exhausted from the day’s activities.

after a rather silent but calm ride, they had made it back to the dock, their parents being seen lounging on the patio enjoying a few drinks.

the group had gathered their things and headed towards the house, not noticing the way aurora stalled to gather her things as she watched quinn bustle around.

“you ready to go?” he asked, expression blank as he stood on the dock, reaching his hand out. the sight reminiscent of the interaction they had shared that morning.

she nodded, placing her hand in his, and it seemed to fit perfectly. she stepped over but didn’t notice the small puddle of water on the step and her eyes went wide as she slipped into him, for the second time in the past two days.

she gulped as they stood chest to chest, her hands rested on his shoulders as his own resting on her arms to stabilize her. she didn’t pull away, instead looking up at him with her mouth slightly agape in shock. her heart thumped in her chest and she was sure he could feel it as she gazed into his eyes, being met with that unrecognizable look she had seen yesterday.

he stared into her eyes, also at a loss for words. his eyes flickered down at the contact between them, the way her chest had been pressed onto him for longer than it should have. abruptly he let go of her arms, letting her stand on her own.

“quinn, i’m sorry-“

“you’re good.” he mumbled before grabbing his things and practically booking it away and back to the house.

she ran her hands through her hair. great, not only did she embarrass him in front of everyone with her bikini, but now she had fallen onto him a second time.

way to seduce him, aurora.

the soft breeze blowing through bedroom curtains was all that could be heard throughout the night, before it was abruptly interrupted by knocking on wood. quinn’s eyes slowly peeled open when he heard the noise at his door. he peeked over at his phone that rested on his bedside table.

2:17 am.

the knocking continued and he sighed, getting up from the warmth of his bed and shuffling over to open the door. assuming it was one of his brothers, he immediately let out a sharp “what do you want?”

but to his surprise, it was aurora standing on the other side of his door.

“‘m sorry.” she whispered softly and he shook his head “no, i thought you were jack or luke. what’s up?” he gazed down at her and his eyebrows furrowed. why the hell she still wearing her bikini?

“couldn’t sleep.” she stepped into his room, closing the door behind her, leaning back on it as she look up at him with hooded eyes. his eyes widened as he stood frozen, watching her begin to creep toward him like a cat getting ready to pounce on a mouse.

“can you help me sleep, quinny?” she whispered, rising onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck.

his breath hitched when he felt her lips graze against his ear. “need you to help me, quinny.”

he felt chills run down his spine, what the fuck was happening? this was so wrong. he should have told her to back off, he shouldn’t have let her get that close, but god the way her cold fingers felt as she grazed them back down his shoulders, down to his chest, stomach, the waistband of his shorts—

“WAKE UP, QUINTIN! WE HAVE A LOT TO DO!” ashton’s voice boomed on the other side of his door as he shot up, hairline slightly drenched with sweat, breathing heavy as he looked around his room. he ran a hand over his face and groaned before peeking down at the tent in his shorts.

no fucking way.

[tarohugs]

how you find out they cheated (nct dream)

►ot7 x reader

► light angst, toxic dreamies, some tears shed

►a/n this def isn't my best work and i will prob update in the future if i feel the need. please enjoy and lmk if you did! also requests are open~~

MARK -  dispatch

You were aware dispatch was known for being full of shit but something in your heart told you this didn’t fall into that category. With Mark being a famous idol, it was common for his face to appear on your feed. Typically it was just fans acknowledging their admiration and support for him - however, this was different. 

“Mark Lee spotted with female idol at restaurant.” 

You had to admit, he fooled you. When you read the title you didn’t know how to comprehend it. How should you even approach him?

You debated on whether to confront him but given how furious you were, it was best to do so at another time. There was still the possibility that your lover, now ex-lover, was being defamed by the media. Mark had always told you not to believe the outlet and come straight to him. You knew he would be mad if you got pent up over the post so easily. 

Something in your mind hoped that the news was false and would fade away like any fake drama. But when you heard the *ding*  of your phone, you knew something was off.

spiderboy <3: y/n

spiderboy <3: i fucked up

When you read the text, your world crashed and burned. The boy you once spent every lingering moment with was now no one to you. Every morning he greeted you graciously with his gorgeous face and hoarse voice. Now it was all for another girl. 

RENJUN - he tells you

Throughout all the years you had been with Renjun, you two had gained mutual trust and learned to be as clear as water with each other. The bond you shared went far beyond any other relationship you had ever been in. You had learned to be honest with each other and voice all your concerns. 

Loving Renjun was easy and mindless. You were never worried about him staying out late at night, hiding his phone, or knowing who he was hanging out with, because you trusted him. The trust between you two couldn’t be reciprocated between any other person.

You knew Renjun, so when he began shielding himself from you, you immediately addressed your worry for the boy. “Renjunie,” you asked late at night by his side, “is there something going on?”

He stared at you, sitting with his back against the headboard. His eyes began to water as your question settled in. “W-well, you know I’ve always been honest with you, but there’s something I’ve yet to tell you.”

Knowing Renjun’s past with anxiety, you immediately assumed it must have been connected. “Oh, my love, you don’t have to feel bad for not being upfront about your emotions.”

“No Y/N, it’s not that,” he looked away from you, the eye contact making him nervous.

You began to get worried, “then what could it be?”

He couldn’t even look at you when he admitted, guilt clouding his mind. “I cheated.”

JENO - at a party

Jeno wasn’t a party person so seeing him at your monthly college outing shocked you. You were ready to greet him and question why he was here. You were certain he was here to surprise you but when you saw his arms wrapped around another girl's waist, you began to think otherwise.

In an eager fit to disrupt his cheating session, you approached him without caution. “Jeno?” you questioned. Tears slowly began to drip down your face as reality dawned on you. 

He snapped his head in your direction with an annoyed look on his face, quickly removing himself from the unknown girl, nudging her to go away.  “Baby, what are you doing here?”

“I go here,” you replied bluntly, the pet name only adding to your frustration.

“You know I told you to tell me when you go out. If I didn’t know any better I would think you're starting to lose your trust in me.”

You couldn’t even begin to process what Jeno said. Was he really doing this right now? Words didn’t even leave your mouth to express your anger. The once sweet boy you knew now meant nothing to you. Did he not even care to address the elephant in the room? 

Without even trying to confront him for his behavior you are left with nothing to say. He didn’t even make an attempt to run after you. Years spent with the boy now turned to ashes as he threw away what you once had. When you confronted him when you were more sober, he still made no effort to amend your relationship. Jeno was now just a stranger.

HAECHAN - text messages

Something about Haechan had been off recently. He was your loving and carefree boyfriend, always making sure to inform you of his day and every thought he had of you. The once sweet gesture slowly began to diminish day by day. You couldn’t think of any reason for his behavior so you resorted to the extreme. 

You both shared your passwords knowing you had “nothing to hide.” How far that was from the truth. Although you had open access to his phone, you were reluctant to look through it. You weren’t scared of what he may have thought of your actions but it was more so the dread that you feared.

Even though you knew what you may find would ruin your relationship, you had to do it. Luckily for you, you didn’t even have to try very hard. Haechan had just gone to the bathroom, leaving his phone next to you on the bed. No more than a few seconds after he had gotten up, you had noticed a notification appearing on his phone from “her.” 

her: she home tn?

her: we haven’t hung out in sooooo long :(

You wanted to believe your eyes deceived you but when you unlocked his phone, your suspicions were confirmed. Months worth of text messages had gone back and forth between Haechan and the mysterious girl. When you heard the door of the bathroom unlock and his footsteps begin to inch closer, you didn’t move, you were defeated. 

“Baby, what’s got you distracted?” he asked, assuming you were playing a game on his phone.

Words didn’t leave your mouth, but your tears explained everything to him as he saw the screen of his unlocked device.

JAEMIN - finding her clothes

You and Jaemin had just moved in together, marking the beginning of a new step in your relationship. After completing another year of college, you decided it was about time to move out of your run-down dorm. You had expressed your need for a change in scenery to Jaemin to which he graciously offered you his place to stay.

You had spent quite a lot of time at his place as your dorm was compact and your roommate never seemed to leave. His apartment was already home to you and the move felt natural.

He had never made an effort to confine his house to you, but when you moved in he began to be more controlling of his belongings. Although this should have struck a nerve, his actions seemed to be out of kind-heartedness as his main reasons were “I don’t need you cleaning my messes, I can handle it myself.”

Although Jaemin had strictly told you not to do so, you decided to do his laundry while he was at practice. With him being so kind to offer you somewhere to stay, you wanted to repay him. You weren’t worried he would get mad at you since the gesture was more of a “thank you.”

What you didn’t know is that the underwear of his mistress would be sitting in his hamper. “What the fuck, this isn’t mine,” you screamed as you came across the hosiery. And like clockwork, Jaemin arrived just as you discovered his darkest secret.

“Baby, what are you doing? You know I told you not to touch my stuff.”

Anger began to cloud your vision, months of love falling to an end over the boys impure needs. You didn’t even reply to him, immediately making way to pack your things. With no thought in mind where to stay, you knew you needed to leave. “Don’t bother trying to find me Jaemin, we’re nothing.”

CHENLE - mutual friends

You had met Chenle during one of your weekly hangouts with your friends. He was one of the most gorgeous men you had ever seen and he, without a doubt, felt the same way about you. Your friends had acknowledged the chemistry you two shared and continued to tease you for endless nights until you finally confessed.

Now, 3 months later, you're in a happy relationship with him and couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. He never failed to treat you and cherish your love for him. You had become the mom and dad duo of the friend group and would constantly be nagged about your absurd amount of affection for each other. 

Knowing everyone approved of him brought happiness to your heart. After being cheated on in your last relationship, your friends warned you they had sensed it from the beginning. Chenle was different and they knew that too, but one night their whole demeanor on him changed.

“Heyyyyy,” you greeted your friends at the cafe they instructed you to meet at, immediately noticing Chenle was nowhere in sight.

“Y/n, we have some news,” your best friend, Yuna, said with a tinge of stress in her voice. She gestured for you to sit in the chair next to her, warning you this was going to be a tough conversation.

For the years you had known Yuna, she was never the one to have such deep conversations. You two were constantly joking and never failing to make the other laugh. The last time you had such an intense interaction was when you had found out your ex had cheated on you…

You began to piece the situation together.  Eric, the boy who sat next to you, began to show you a conversation between him and Chenle about his infidelity. “It can’t be true,” tears began to form. Your friends didn’t want to argue with you, instead offering you the solace of silence. 

JISUNG - during a live

🔴박지성 started their LIVE: jakdfef

“Weird,” you thought to yourself, immediately clicking on the notification. Jisung had told you he was going out tonight to practice for Dream’s upcoming performance. It was weird, you had to admit, that he would be out so late at night, but you knew idol life was full of surprises. However, there was no reason for him to livestream at such an ungodly hour. 

When you clicked on the live, the screen was filled with black. Tons of comments were filling the screen, questioning what he was doing so late at night. Jisung made no effort to try and fix the technological issues as you heard his voice in the background. 

After a couple of seconds of the live, you began to hear a woman’s voice in the background. Jisung had never mentioned having a female manager let alone any staff member. Questions continued dropping in the comments as fans were beginning to believe Jisung had accidentally started the live. 

You happened to catch one of the comments being Haechan’s, “ahh poor jisungie started a live on accident.” The live didn’t go on for longer than 3 minutes before Jisung had realized his mistake.

But wait, if Haechan wasn’t with Jisung, where was he? You put together all the clues, Jisung was with a girl. A girl that he didn’t care to mention to you and lied to you about seeing. Park Jisung had cheated.

[nickeverdeen]

The Jam Jar War | Vi x fem!reader

Pairings: Vi x reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Comedy

Warnings: None

Summary: Wanting to suprise you with a breakfeast is not something Vi usually does, but it’s not a bad thing. So when she does decide to suprise you, all goes well except for when the infamous Jam Jar war happens.

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The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains of your shared apartment, the warm glow kissing the tops of the furniture. It was early, far too early for you, as you were still cocooned in the comfort of your bed. However, Vi was wide awake, prowling in the kitchen with a sense of determination.

She had woken up with the noble intention of surprising you with breakfast, thinking it was about time she returned the favor. Tea? Check. Bread? Toasted to perfection. Jam? Well… that’s where the trouble began.

Vi glared at the stubborn jar of blackberry jam as if it were her mortal enemy. She’d already tried everything—tapping the lid, using a dish towel for extra grip, and even wedging a spoon under the edge to break the seal. Still, it refused to budge.

She gripped the jar tighter, her biceps flexing as she twisted with all her strength. Nothing. Not even a squeak of movement. Finally, in a fit of desperation, she slammed the jar on the kitchen table with a loud thud.

The noise reverberated through the apartment like a miniature earthquake. Vi froze, suddenly remembering you were still asleep in the other room. “Shit,” she whispered, glancing toward the bedroom with guilt written all over her face.

Moments later, she felt familiar arms wrap around her waist, your warmth pressing against her back. “Morning, champ,” you mumbled sleepily, voice muffled as you buried your face in her shoulder.

Vi sighed, leaning back into your embrace. “Sorry, babe. Did I wake you?”

“It’s fine,” you assured her, rubbing your eyes before noticing the jar on the table. You raised an eyebrow, immediately piecing the situation together. “Ah… the infamous jam jar battle.”

Vi stiffened slightly, instinctively stepping in front of the jar as if to shield it from your gaze. “What? Nah. I was just… testing the table’s sturdiness.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, clearly unconvinced. You stepped around her, reaching for the jar. “Let me—”

“You don’t have to—” Vi began, but you were already twisting the lid.

It took a few tries, and you even made a little face as you strained, but with a satisfying pop, the lid finally gave way. “Got it” you announced triumphantly, setting the jar down with a grin.

Vi just stood there, staring at the open jar as if it had betrayed her. This was her thing—opening jars, breaking seals, being the strong one. It was practically a tradition in your relationship. The fact that you had managed to do what she couldn’t left her momentarily speechless.

“Breakfast?” you asked cheerfully, oblivious to the existential crisis unfolding in Vi’s mind.

“Y-yeah, sure,” Vi muttered, her gaze still fixed on the jar.

You hummed happily as you started preparing breakfast, occasionally handing Vi tasks to help. She followed your instructions automatically, still distracted by the earlier event.

By the time breakfast was ready, Vi had recovered slightly, though her pride was still a little bruised. As you sat down to eat together, she looked at you with a mix of admiration and mild betrayal.

“You know,” Vi said after a few bites, “I’m always the one who opens jars.”

“Guess it was my turn,” you teased, nudging her playfully.

Vi narrowed her eyes at the jam jar sitting innocently on the table.

You laughed, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

Later that afternoon, Vi disappeared into the small gym in the apartment building.

You, meanwhile, lounged on the couch with a smug smile, knowing you’d just unintentionally given her a new source of motivation.