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justwinginglife · 7 months ago

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Hi dear~ current going thru a severe hoshina drought… I have a request! Soshiro having a crush on y/n who is the vice captain of division 1 who is narumi’s right hand woman in battle. She has a special weapon, maybe a large hammer so she can easily smash thru the kaijus!

They have a joint operation and Soshiro got to see her in battle for the first time and fell harder that he asked her out once its over🤩 (sorry it sounded better in my head😭)

Thank you🫶🏻

Not the Hoshina drought! We can't have that, not on my watch. Here- have some more Soshiro.

In Pursuit

As Hoshina suited up beside the members of the 1st Division, he couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of inferiority in his choice of weapon. Just slightly. He’d always loved the sword; he didn’t care much for the gun and not just because his combat power was low with one. It was just not as artful or as graceful as the sword. It wasn’t as personal either, didn’t give as much satisfaction as a sword did when killing a kaiju. But, as he watched the Captain of the 1st Division lug his large bayonet into view, and then the Vice Captain of the 1st Division follow suit, hoisting your gigantic hammer onto your shoulder, he was beginning to think he was feeling what they called “small dick syndrome.”

It didn’t help that he had fallen for you, so deeply, so devastatingly. Naturally, he wanted to impress you. In fact, he had begged this joint operation into existence. But now he was wondering if he stacked up at all. He’d have to try twice as hard to get even half your attention. But he was up for the challenge; you were worth it.

The first time he met you, he knew his heart was yours.

You weren’t even on duty, you weren’t even in your city, you were in his. It was your day off and you were in the middle of a road trip when you drove by a Yoju that was on the run from the Defense Force. Hoshina was in close pursuit, but not close enough for your comfort. You had no gear with you, so you did what you could with what you had- you slammed the car in reverse and rammed into the Kaiju. Hoshina skidded to a halt. He surveyed the situation cautiously, ready to move in once he’d confirmed that you were safe and the Kaiju had been rendered immobile but immobile wasn’t good enough for you. You drove your thundering truck right over its meager core, crushing it to a pulp with your tires. And then he fell in love with you.

He’d hear stories of your impressive feats and your selfless deeds from the mouths of awestruck officers, and he’d fall more in love. He’d watch an interview of you on TV, every response intelligent, every smile sweet, and he’d fall more in love. He’d sneak glances at you in cross-division meetings, your presence commanding respect and admiration wherever you went, and he’d fall more and more in love with you. He was so in love with you, without ever intimately knowing you, without ever spending more than an hour at a time in your company, that he thought if you ever looked at him, if you ever acknowledged him, if you ever wanted him, he might just pass onto heaven right then and there. But Hoshina wasn’t content to just die happy in your presence, he wanted to make you happy. He wanted to make you his. That is, if you’d have him.

What he didn’t know was that you were equally as interested in him. From the day that you’d met him, when he’d completely forgotten everything but ensuring your safety, when he’d taken your car in to get repaired after the incident, to every meeting you shared after that, stealing glances at him, not realizing he was also stealing glances at you, you were smitten. You’d heard the same heroic stories about him as he’d heard about you, you’d felt the same rush that he felt whenever you were in a room together, and before you knew it, you’d fallen for him too. You wondered how you could help run an entire Division, how you could cripple an entire army of Kaiju, but you were at a complete loss as to how to ask a man out. You hoped to god something would happen soon, something that would breach the gap between you two.

Both of your prayers were answered when an enormous Daikaiju began its rampage halfway between your two cities. When Hoshina heard the news, he almost praised the gods out loud for the opportunity that had just landed itself in his lap. It took no convincing on Captain Ashiro’s part, and some convincing on Captain Narumi’s part, to approve a joint operation. He was glad Narumi hadn’t tested the limits of his desperation, because he would’ve made an embarrassing mess of himself, just pleading on his knees to have a second by your side. But it seemed that fate was on his side and no kneeling was needed, because he was suiting up next to you in no time at all. He vowed he wouldn’t waste a chance like this, not when it might be the best chance he had with you.

On the transport, he began his active pursuit of you, engaging you in conversation. When you hung on his every word, reciprocating his energy with your enthusiastic replies, he thought he might just throw all caution out the window and kiss you in front of all the other soldiers. He had expected you to be sweet, but he was pleasantly surprised at how incredibly charming you were. And when you were reassuring to the rookies who were nervous, when you were inspiring even to the experienced officers, he knew he was too far gone for you. You’d raised the bar straight into the stratosphere and he could never come back from that. If you rejected him, he might just give up on dating altogether.

His anxieties rumbled to a stop when the car did, signaling their arrival at their destination. He wanted to wish you good luck, to tell you to stay safe, to reassure you that he had your back, but suddenly you smiled at him and the sight robbed the words from his throat.

“See you on the other side, yeah?”

He nodded.

You dropped your hammer to the ground, saluted him, and then back flipped off the edge of the truck. When you landed, you took off running, swinging your hammer at every foe you met.

For a moment, Hoshina stayed in the transport, just watching you destroy every Kaiju that dared cross your path. For such a beautiful, elegant woman, you wielded such a beastly, robust weapon. Somehow, you dealt your damage in both a devastating and a graceful manner, all at the same time. He could lose himself just watching you, just drinking in the sight of your power, getting intoxicated on your allure. Then he shook his head, snapping back to reality. He was going to be useful to you if it killed him. He took off after you with renewed energy, his eagerness to prove himself boosting his speed.

You were impressed that he kept pace with you, even pulling ahead of you at times, when even Narumi struggled to stay by your side when you got serious. You were so captivated by the way he fought, that you even dared to banter with him mid-battle.

“Hey! Whoever kills the most kaiju gets to request anything they want from the other. You game?” You called to him after bashing in another beast’s head.

He grinned and you swore your heart skipped a beat. “Oh, I’m game; I hope you’re prepared to do whatever I want.”

You hammered another Kaiju to the ground, wiping the splattered blood from your face. “Oh, is that so? I suppose I’ll have to try harder then.”

Somehow, in between slicing down multiple foes, he had the audacity to wink at you, and now you were sure your heart was skipping multiple beats. “I’ve already got my request in mind, so I hope you’re not a sore loser.”

Your cheeks lit on fire and you vowed to yourself that even if you won, you weren’t letting him go back to his city before you weaseled his request out of him. You wondered if he wanted the same thing you did. There was only one way to find out.

Spotting the large Honju ahead, you sped up, slamming the head of your hammer down on its skull, bringing it crashing down. When you’d demolished its core, you turned to brag to Hoshina, then realized he’d obliterated every other Yoju nearby.

“You know, I believe that Honju only counts as one point.” He teased.

You huffed, but the sound held no annoyance, only playful amusement. “I feel like it should count as ten because it was so big.”

He pointed to a pile of kaiju he’d just sent to their graves. “No- that counts as 10. Which totals me at about 40 kaiju each. What’re you at?”

You coughed. “39.”

He grinned again and your heart did somersaults in your chest.

“So, you said anything I want right?”

You nodded, suddenly shy. There you were, Vice Captain of the greatest division the Defense Force had ever produced, wielding a big ass hammer, doused in the blood of your enemies, and you were suddenly rendered shy at the simple sight of a man smiling at you. No, not just a man. Soshiro Hoshina.

He stepped towards you. “You promise? Anything?”

You laughed at that. “Yes I believe that anything usually means anything. So tell me, what is this outlandish request you’re about to ask of me?”

His gaze was unwavering and you thought you might get drunk on the deep purple that was burning bright in his eyes.

“Go out with me.”

Your eyes widened. “W-what?”

He smiled again. “Go out on a date with me. Just one. If you don’t like me, I’ll stick to my side of town.”

“And if I do like you?” You took another step towards him.

He sucked in a breath, steeling himself. “Then go on another date with me. Go on as many dates with me as it takes to convince you to be mine.”

“And what if it doesn’t take any dates? What if I’m already convinced?”

And that’s when you learned that the Vice Captain of the Third Division was extremely adorable when he blushed.

“If you’re already mine… then I’m a lucky guy.” He whispered, taking your hands in his.

“If I’m already yours… does that warrant a kiss?”

A flicker of surprise flitted across his face, but he didn’t think too long about it before he enveloped you in his arms, pulling you closer and resting his forehead against yours.

“If you’re mine, I’ll give you as many kisses as you want.”

Then he brought his lips to yours and you forgot about a time when you were ever not his.

#soshiro hoshina #kaiju no. 8 #anime #hoshina #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina x reader #oneshot #hoshina soshiro x reader #anime fanfic #han's library

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genshinluvr · 2 years ago

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The Star that Enchants

Pairings: Various Honkai Star Rail Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: Ever since Nanook decided to tag along on your journey across the stars, the men have been tensed around the Aeon of Destruction. Nanook notices the men have taken an interest in you and have decided to test their patience and show them who you belong to. Can they blame you? It's not your fault you unknowingly enchant people easily.

Note: Man, I did not plan for this fic to be posted so late 😭 It's almost 7 AM, and the fic is finally here! I didn't fall asleep or abandon this fic. I was just easily distracted (and also had to drive my mom to work). Anyway, the fic is finally here! I hope you guys like this one despite me typing it out with no sleep at all! ;v; There are important links down below for those who want to vote regarding smuts and for those who want to be tagged in the next HSR fics :> I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of 🤔

Word Count: 7.4k

You bury your face into your pillow, squeezing your body pillow with all your might. Oddly enough, your body pillow is very hard and not as soft as you remembered. It rumbles underneath you, causing you to groan softly, bury your face into the soft fabric of the pillowcase, and attempt to go back to sleep. Why does the pillowcase smell so good? Something brushes your hair back, rubbing your back. You furrow your eyebrows and crack your eyes open. You slowly remove yourself from your body pillow to see someone lying beside you. You rub your eyes, letting your vision adjust to the darkness of your room.

Glowing gold eyes gaze at you with mirth. The Aeon smiles at you and brushes your messy hair away from your face. You blink at Nanook sleepily before sitting up and stretching your arms in the air while yawning. Nanook props himself up with one arm, gazing at you fondly. You let your hands fall onto your lap, staring into the dark. “Should I wake up? Or should I go back to sleep?” Who knew that Nanook was very comfortable to snuggle against.

You plop beside Nanook, turning to face the Aeon. Nanook rests his head on the pillow and caresses your face, gently brushing his thumb against the apples of your cheeks. You place your hand over his and close your eyes, fighting back another yawn. You subconsciously scoot closer to the Aeon of Destruction, burying your face into the nook of his neck. Nanook wraps his muscular arms around your waist and covers both your bodies with the blanket.

“You’re going back to sleep?” Nanook asks, running his hands up and down your back.

You nod sleepily. “The bed is comfortable, and I’m snuggling with you. It’s hard to wake up when you’re so comfortable,” you reply.

You throw your arm over his shoulder and sigh with contentment. Nanook was (reluctantly) offered a room on the Astral Express, and as you can see, Nanook decided not to stay in his room. His room was at the end of the hallway of the Passenger Cabin, which was far from where your room is located. Nanook wasn’t too pleased about it but went along with it.

Now, every night, Nanook would sneak into your room while you were asleep just to be around you. No one knows about it, and Nanook doesn’t intend to let them know about it. Nanook would rather have them walk in on you two snuggling than him informing them about your night escapades. It’s not like you and Nanook were doing something sinful behind their backs. Nanook is just a clingy Aeon who has to be around you, or else he’ll feel like he’s going to die if you’re not near him.

Just when you’re about to fall asleep, the door to your bedroom slams open, startling you. You jolt up and look at the door to see March standing at the entrance with her hands on her hips. March steps into your room and flicks the light on. The light floods your room, blinding you and Nanook momentarily.

“Dammit, Caelus was right,” March curses.

"What do you talking about, March? Did you and Caelus have a bet over something again?" You ask, rubbing your eyes before pulling your legs to your chest.

Nanook raises his eyebrows at March, who's sulking. Nanook turns to look at you, propping himself up on his arms. When Nanook sits up, March lets out a strained gasp, pointing at you and Nanook in horror. You weren't sure why March was pointing and looking at the both of you in horror. March blinks rapidly, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hands so hard she sees dots in her vision. March lets her hands fall to her side, trying to adjust her vision. March sighs in relief, pressing her hand against her chest.

"Whew! I thought Nanook was shirtless for a moment! It's a good thing Nanook wasn't shirtless! Or else I would've been assuming that...." March trails off, laughing sheepishly.

You raise your eyebrows at March. "Assume what, March?" You tilt your head to the side.

March clears her throat and rubs her neck with a sheepish smile. "Oh, nothing! A-Anyway! I think you two should get up now! Everyone is waiting for you two," says March.

She steps out of your room, ready to slide the door close. When you call out to her, March slides the door halfway closed and looks at you curiously as you're getting out of your bed. You straighten your clothes and walk over to the pink-haired girl, who peeks over your shoulders and narrows her eyes at the Aeon of Destruction. March quickly fixes her composure and smiles at you when you stop in front of her.

"What's up, [Y/N]?" March asks, propping her hands on her hips while leaning on one leg.

You rub your arm. "You never answered my question earlier," you say.

March stares at you blankly, her mouth agape. March tries to go through the conversations not long ago, trying to recall the question you asked her. March presses her lips into a thin line and smiles at you sheepishly.

"Can you repeat that question for me? I don't remember what you asked me," says March.

The bed behind you creaks, and footsteps get close to where you and March are standing. You turn to see Nanook, who stops behind you and grabs the door frame above you, gazing down at you and March curiously. Your face flushes at how close Nanook is standing to you. He's so close that you can feel his body heat radiating from his body. March stares at the Aeon blankly before turning to look at you.

"I was wondering if you and Caelus had a bet or something because you said something along the lines of 'dammit, Caelus was right,'" You reply, crossing your arms over your chest.

March's eyes light up, and she nods. "Ah, yes! That! Uh, well, it wasn't necessarily a bet! Caelus mentioned how he peeked into Nanook's bedroom only to see that it was empty. Caelus assumed that Nanook went to your bedroom overnight," March trails off, taking a quick look at the Aeon towering above both you and her.

You raise an eyebrow at the pink-haired girl before you. "I'm sensing a but after that sentence," you say.

March opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by chattering in the distance. You, March, and Nanook peek from your bedroom to see the trio approaching your bedroom. You sigh and close your eyes, resting your head on the door frame. You just want to go back to sleep, but your peaceful slumber is interrupted by March slamming your bedroom door open. Technically, you were already awake before March barged into your room, but you were about to go back to sleep!

Caelus's eyes land on you, and he smiles. "Good morning, [Y/N]! How was your sleep?" asks Caelus, stopping beside March.

You smile at the silver-haired man before covering your mouth and yawning. "I slept okay! It would be nice to go back to sleep, but you know March! She will do anything to prevent me from sleeping in," you joke.

Caelus, Dan Heng, and Mr. Yang chuckle in response. March huffs and crosses her arms over her chest, sticking her nose up in the air. Knowing March and the three men, you excused yourself to get ready for the day. Nanook pushes himself off the door frame and follows after you without sparing March, Dan Heng, Caelus, and Mr. Yang a glance. The tension between them was apparent, and the five of them decided not to say anything to each other.

Mr. Yang clears his throat. "Nanook, I believe you should give [Y/N] some privacy while they change and get ready. You can get ready in your room and meet the five of us at the Parlor Car," says Mr. Yang.

Nanook turns to look at the brown-haired man, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. The Aeon doesn't reply to Mr. Yang. Instead, he looks over in your direction as you're pulling clothes out from your closet. The sudden silence caused you to look at the door with curiosity. None of them say anything to each other. They all stand there in silence, looking anywhere but at each other, aside from Nanook, who's staring at you.

You clear your throat, smiling at the quintet. "You guys can wait for me in the Parlor Car! I'll be out as soon as possible, I promise," you say, walking toward the bathroom connected to your room.

Nanook hums aloud, grabbing your attention. "What if I want to keep you company while you're getting ready? I don't want you to be alone," Nanook says, approaching you.

Dan Heng lets out an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes at Nanook's comment. Dan Heng is no expert, but he has a feeling that Nanook is hoping to get a little intimate with you after they (he, Mr. Yang, March, and Caelus) leave your room to go to the Parlor Car. Ever since Nanook has decided to keep you and the others company during your journey across the universe, things have been tense.

Nanook has made it clear that you belong to him and only him. The Aeon of Destruction is very possessive of you, and it doesn't surprise anyone because, after all, Nanook is the one that brought you into their universe. Nanook stops before you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest and resting his chin on your head. He leans down and rests his head on your shoulders, peppering kisses on your neck.

"Are you two just going to stand there, or are you guys going to get ready? Sampo, Gepard, Luka, Luocha, Blade, and Jing Yuan are stopping by today," Dan Heng speaks up, narrowing his eyes at Nanook. "Let's not waste time."

Nanook slowly pulls away from you and turns to look at the visibly annoyed black-haired man. The two men stare at each other, not saying a word. You sigh and pat Nanook's arms before going to the bathroom to change. Once the bathroom door closes behind you, the quartet turns to look at one another. Nanook goes to your bed and begins organizing your bed. From fixing the pillowcases to the blankets, Nanook is distracting himself from the stares. He can feel four pairs of eyes staring holes into the back of his head as he organizes your bed.

"Is there anything I can help you with? If not, I believe you all can wait for me and [Y/N] in the Parlor Car," Nanook says, continuing to organize and straighten your bed.

Mr. Yang clears his throat, keeping his eyes trained on the Aeon of Destruction. "We wondered what drew you toward [Y/N]. You are the reason why they're in our universe, and there has to be a reason why they're here," says Mr. Yang.

Mr. Yang was right. Nanook is the reason why you're in their universe currently. It wasn't like there was this magical portal that you stepped through, and it transported you to another dimension. Nanook fluffs your pillow and turns to look at the quartet before sitting on the edge of your bed.

"There's no explanation needed. I like [Y/N], and I want them to be with me. I can't stand being far from them. I wasn't pleased with the barrier between me and [Y/N], so I had to take it into my own hands and bring them into our world so they can be with me," Nanook replies nonchalantly, leaning back on his arms with a sigh.

Caelus purses his lips, tapping his fingers on his thighs while debating whether he should ask a particular question he has in mind or not. Seeing the Aeon of Destruction sitting on the edge of your bed after organizing your bed and fluffing your pillow was something Caelus never imagined he would witness. Nanook stares at Caelus as the silver-haired man continues to tap his fingers on his thighs, looking around the room to make sure he isn't staring at the Aeon mindlessly.

"We know you have these strong feelings toward [Y/N], and we were wondering what you would do if there were other people that take an interest in them," Caelus says slowly.

Now looking at the Aeon of Destruction, Caelus can't help but gulp with anxiousness as the white-haired Aeon leans forward and rests his elbow on his knees. Nanook knows there are other people who have taken an interest in you, and while it would bother him, he doesn't feel jealousy in the slightest. It may be because none of these men have tried to pull something with you. Other than giving you endearing nicknames, Nanook knows he is still at an advantage compared to the other men who have feelings for you. Although this one person, in particular, is a little bit too comfortable around you.

Sampo Koski, a merchant from the underworld on Jarilo-VI. The indigo-haired man is too bold for Nanook's liking, and being in the same room as someone bold enough to touch you is something Nanook is not looking forward to dealing with. But since Nanook is with you in person, he doesn't have to worry about it as much as he would when he wasn't physically present.

Nanook chuckles. "I have nothing to worry about. While I don't mind sharing, I believe this is the only time I won't be sharing," Nanook says.

Dan Heng scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "And what if [Y/N]'s not interested in dating the Aeon of Destruction?" asks Dan Heng.

Nanook smirks, sizing Dan Heng up. If you weren't interested, you would've expressed it a while ago. If you weren't interested, you would've demanded the Aeon of Destruction to return you to your world. But you have yet to do any of those things. You snuggled against him and let him devour your lips when the two of you saw each other in your dreams. Heck, you woke up beside him on your bed not long ago! If you weren't interested, would you be doing any of these things with Nanook?

"If they're not interested, then they're not interested. I'm not going to force them into something they don't want to be a part of," Nanook says, looking over at the closed bathroom door. "If [Y/N] wasn't interested, then why would they be okay with waking up next to me? Wouldn't they kick me out of their room a long time ago?"

March purses her lips and looks at the three men beside her. None of them answer Nanook's question and continue to stare at the white-haired Aeon. The brown-haired man sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Let's talk about this later. The Astral Express is expecting visitors very soon, and we must prepare for their presence. Let's not act up in front of our guests," Mr. Yang says, exiting your bedroom. Mr. Yang stops in his tracks and turns to look at Nanook, who's watching them blankly. "You should get ready as well. We want you to look presentable in front of the General of the Xianzhou Luofu and the Captain of the Silvermane Guard."

Nanook doesn't reply. Mr. Yang, March, Dan Heng, and Caelus walks away from your bedroom and toward the Parlor Car. Nanook lets out an exasperated sigh, gets up from your bed, and slides the door close. Once the door closes, the door to your bathroom opens, and you step out. You smile at Nanook, who sighs in relief and makes his way toward you. Nanook throws his arms over your shoulders, pulling you against his chest before kissing the top of your head. You poke Nanook's chest to grab his attention. Nanook peeks down at you while you stare at the towering Aeon.

"Are you going to change your clothes? Jing Yuan, Blade, Luocha, Sampo, Luka, and Gepard are going to be at the Astral Express soon," you say.

Nanook continues to stare at you, slowly pushing you away from him while still holding onto your hand. You look breathtaking, and Nanook can't help but feel envious. He's not envious of you. He's envious that other men will see you. You're dressed for the occasion, and Nanook doesn't want other men to ogle you like a piece of steak.

"You look beautiful, little one," Nanook murmurs, twirling you into his arms.

You giggle and wrap your arms around his waist, standing on the tip of your toes and planting a kiss on his jawlines. Nanook smiles and kisses your forehead, rubbing the small of your back.

You snuggle against Nanook, rubbing your thumb against the fabric of Nanook's shirt. "Thank you. And you, Mister Aeon, need to get dressed and ready!" You say, poking him in the chest with a teasing smile.

Nanook lets out a fake frustrated sigh, chewing on his bottom lip. Does he have to get ready and meet the other men that have feelings for you? Nanook refuses to share you with other men. Unless they can prove that they can protect you, make you happy, and keep you safe from harm, then he will reconsider. But for now, after what had happened, Nanook doesn't think he can trust the nine men that have evident feelings for you.

You look at Nanook pleadingly, telling him to get ready. Nanook sighs and finally gives in. You and Nanook part ways at your door— you walk to the Parlor Car while Nanook goes to his room to get ready. You want to tag along with Nanook, but knowing Sampo, the indigo-haired man will track you down if he doesn't see you. You step into the Parlor Car to see the ten people waiting for your arrival.

"Gumdrop! It's good to see you again!" Sampo sobs, getting up from his seat and sprinting in your direction.

You smile at Sampo, waving at the indigo-haired man as he comes at you at rapid speed. "Hi, Sampo! It's good to see you again! How's business going—" Your sentences are cut off when the tall man tackles you into a tight hug before spinning you around.

Caelus quickly gets up from his seat and runs to where you and Sampo are standing. Caelus places his hand on Sampo's shoulders, laughing nervously while giving you an apologetic smile. Sampo puts you down after a few minutes, rubbing his neck with a cat-like smile.

Caelus clears his throat. "I know you're excited to see [Y/N] again, but please be careful. You could knock them off their feet with one swift motion," Caelus scolds the merchant.

Sampo snorts. "I think you mean ‘sweep them off their feet’! I'm pretty good at doing that," Sampo boasts, winking in your direction.

You, Sampo, and Caelus walk over to where the others are sitting. Blade, Luocha, Luka, Gepard, and Jing Yuan wave at you when you arrive at where they're sitting. You sit at an empty chair beside March and wave back at them, pulling in your seat. You made sure to save a seat for Nanook, but you weren't sure if Nanook planned on staying the entire time. Nanook wasn’t fond of being around the other nine men, and the nine men felt the same way.

"You know, Sampo, you're quite bold when it comes to [Y/N]," Luka comments, leaning back in his seat while gazing at you and Sampo with amusement.

There's no denying that out of all nine men sitting at the same table, Sampo is the only person who's bold enough to show his affection toward you. Sampo gives you a pet name and the public display of affection he shows toward you when he sees you. The man isn't afraid to express his feelings toward you, and the others weren't sure if you were entertaining Sampo by letting him be shameless about his feelings for you or if you feel the same way.

You yawn and rest your head on the top rail of the chair and close your eyes. You woke up way too soon, and now it's starting to catch up to you despite you waking up not long ago. Maybe now is the best time to ask Himeko to make you one of her coffee combinations to wake you up. The stronger, the better; you're not much of a coffee person.

"Did you not get enough sleep last night?" Gepard asks, resting his arm on the table while gazing at you worriedly.

You open your eyes, yawn into the palm of your hands. "Not really. Plus, I woke up a little earlier before March could slam the door open to wake me up," you reply, looking over at the blond man sitting across from you.

"You look lovely today. Is there an occasion?" Jing Yuan asks, smiling at you,

Heat rushes to your face at Jing Yuan's sudden compliment. You clear your throat, smiling shyly at the General of the Xianzhou Luofu. You rub your neck, sitting up in your seat, and not going to lie, you did dress to impress. But the question is: who are you dressing up for, and who are you trying to impress exactly?

You reply, "I thought it'd be nice to dress a little differently today. I sort of assumed once everyone arrives, we're going to stop by somewhere for breakfast."

Blade laughs aloud, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, did you now? I thought you prettied yourself up for a certain someone," Blade says, quirking an eyebrow at you.

Aeons. The way Blade is staring at you with his red eyes sends chills down your spine. You can't help but feel like Blade has something against you. Well, maybe not that, but there's this unspoken tension between you and Blade. You weren't sure if it was because of the first impression not long ago or if it was because Nanook favors you. Whatever the answer and reason is, you don't want to feel tense around the dark-haired man.

Luocha glares at Blade from the other side of Jing Yuan before looking at you with a small smile. "Don't mind him, [Y/N]. Kafka chewed him out the other day. He won't say why, but it has something to do with his fellow Stellaron Hunter," says Luocha, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ah, right. Kafka. How could you forget about the stunning woman? You smile at Luocha and look away briefly with a sigh. The mood quickly died down because of the tension between you and Blade. You lean in your seat, looking elsewhere. Maybe you're just sensitive today because of your lack of sleep. Arms cage you into your seat as someone looms over your figure.

"I know I said this already, but you look beautiful today, little one," Nanook whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheeks.

You turn to look at Nanook, whose face is a few centimeters from yours. You smile at the Aeon shyly and pat the spot beside you. Before pulling the seat out beside you, Nanook glances at the other occupants from the corner of his eyes before kissing your forehead. Now sitting beside you, Nanook grabs your seat and pulls you to sit closer to him. He then drapes his arms over your shoulders, leaning back in his seat and gazing at the nine men (and March) with scrutiny.

Jing Yuan clears his throat, nodding at the Aeon of Destruction. "Nanook, it's a pleasure to meet you in person," Jing Yuan says, breaking the silence that once loomed over everyone in the Parlor Car.

Nanook grunts, nodding to the General of the Xianzhou Luofu. The nine men stare at Nanook, their gaze subconsciously darting to where Nanook has his arms draping over your shoulders. You lean against the Aeon, closing your eyes. Seeing how.... close... you are to the Aeon of Destruction left a bad taste in the nine men's mouths. Are you and Nanook possibly together by any chance?

"So, you and [Y/N] seem close! Have you two always been this close with one another since [Y/N]'s arrival to our universe?" Luocha asks, gesturing between you and Nanook.

March snorts, shaking her head. March wondered why these men were asking the questions they knew the answers to. Nanook communicated with you through your dreams. Nanook is the reason why you're in their universe at this very moment. While you are unconscious, the first being you see when out cold is Nanook. Nanook this, Nanook that. March lets out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head while slapping her forehead lightly.

"You guys are so obvious that it's painful to watch!" March exclaims. "I'm starting to get secondhand embarrassment," March sulks.

The men look away from March, their cheeks flushing to a bright red. Nanook narrows his eyes at the men sitting before you and him, shaking his head. Nanook runs his fingers through your hair, relishing the fact that he can touch you while the others can't. The thought almost brought a smile to his face.

Nanook grabs you by your chin, tilts your head up. You open your eyes and look into Nanook's golden eyes as he stares into yours. Nanook strokes your chin with his thumb, a small smile appearing. You can feel the gaze burning holes into your body as Nanook continues to stroke your chin.

Gepard clears his throat. "Pardon my interruption, but are you two dating by any chance?" Gepard asks.

You can hear a slight strain in his voice when he asks that question. Nanook chuckles and turns to look at the silently fuming men before him, shaking his head. Nanook leans in his seat, letting his hand fall on your shoulders. Nanook nudges you to answer Gepard's question, making you jolt. You look at the men like a deer caught in headlights, tucking your hair behind your ears shyly.

You swallow the lump in your throat and shake your head. "Uh, no, we're not dating," you reply.

Luka scoffs. "Yet," says Luka. He turns to Gepard and Sampo, muttering, "That bastard claimed [Y/N] before any of us got to!"

"Anyway! What are we going to have for breakfast? Are we going to dine on the Astral Express, or are we going somewhere to have breakfast?" You ask.

Nanook chuckles beside you and rubs your arm. The nine men's eyes zeroed in on Nanook's hands, watching the Aeon display affection in front of them. The audacity. How dare the Aeon of Destruction get to show you public affection when they can't do it? Nanook has known you for as long as the nine men have, yet here he is, touching you as if you two are couples. None of the men reply, only continuing to look at Nanook's hands.

You sigh, rubbing your throbbing temples and closing your eyes. "I'm assuming we'll be having breakfast on the Astral Express then!" You say.

March laughs nervously, nodding in response. "Yep! It looks like it! Hey, [Y/N]! Do you want to get coffee with me and Himeko? You did wake up before I could enter your room!" March says, getting up from her seat.

You nod wordlessly, getting up from your seat. The men look at you and March curiously as you two get begin walking off. Before you and March can leave the Parlor Car, Pom-Pom waddles into the Parlor Car. Pom-Pom's eyes light up when he sees you before waddling toward you as fast as he possibly can.

"[Y/N]! My favorite passenger! How have you been?" Pom-Pom asks, bouncing with excitement.

You smile at Pom-Pom and pat the train conductor's head. "It's good to see you too, Pom-Pom! I've been well! How have you been, conductor?"

You, Pom-Pom, and March walk to the Passenger Cabin together, leaving the ten men alone in the Parlor Car. The tension is at an all-time high as the ten men look around the Parlor Car, trying to avoid making eye contact with each other. Who knows what will happen between these men without you and March present other than awkward stares and thick tension? Blade crosses his arms over his chest before looking at Nanook while leaning back in his seat. Bade lets out an amused hum, the corner of his lips curving up into an amused smile.

"So, Nanook, Aeon of Destruction, care to explain how a feeble mortal such as [Y/N] captured your attention?" asks Blade. "How do you become aware of their presence through a computer screen?"

Nanook stares at Blade, not saying a word. Just when the ten men didn't think the tension could get worse, it was just even more tense after Blade's question.

Jing Yuan clears his throat, lifts his teacup to his lips, and sips. "I believe now is not a good time to interrogate the Aeon of Destruction, Blade," says Jing Yuan.

Caelus buries his face into his hands, groaning quietly. "[Y/N] and March had the worst timing in getting coffee from Himeko," mutters Caelus, peeking between his fingers.

After a few minutes of sitting in tense, awkward silence, the door of the Parlor Carbin opens, revealing you, Himeko, March, and Pom-Pom with coffee in your hands. Pom-Pom is latching to your side while you're sipping from the glass mug, commenting something to Himeko and March, making the two ladies burst out laughing. You sit beside Nanook while Himeko and March take their seats around the table.

Himeko leans in her seat, crossing her right leg over the other leg, stirring her coffee. "What did you gentlemen chat about while we were gone?" asks Himeko, tapping the spoon on the rim of the cup before sipping her coffee.

Sampo clears his throat, looking around at the others, whose looking around the Parlor Car. Sampo props his arms on the table, smiling at the redhead. "Oh, nothing interesting! We all sat in silence and.... enjoyed each other's presence," Sampo says, giving you, Himeko, March, and Pom-Pom a fake smile.

"Oh? Is that so? How interesting," Pom-Pom says. "While you all enjoy your breakfast, I have duties to tend to as the conductor of the Astral Express," Pom-Pom says, walking off before waving you all goodbye.

Once Pom-Pom has left the Parlor Car, the room is plunged into the same awkward silence. You quickly excuse yourself to go to the Phonograph to find music that will fit the setting. Plus, you wanted to find a way to escape the awkward tension between the men while sipping your coffee in peace. While you're flipping through the options, Gepard approaches you and taps your shoulders to grab your attention. You look up from the Phonograph and turn to the Captian of the Silvermane Guards.

You smile at the blond. "Hey, Gepard! Anything I can help you with?"

Gepard clears his throat, his cheeks dusting pink. "I was wondering how you're doing. I know I asked you about it earlier, but genuinely, how do you feel physically and mentally?" Gepard asks, leaning against the wall beside the Phonograph.

You pause and prop one hand on your hip while leaning on your left leg. "Mentally, I'm doing well! Physically, I'm also well. However, I do get phantom pain sometimes. A random spot on my body would hurt all of a sudden, and it would stop as if it never happened," you reply.

"Have you spoken to Luocha about it? As much as I would love to help you, it's out of my field of work," Gepard says, sighing softly.

You smile at the blond mand and shake your head. After what happened, you haven't seen Luocha, Jing Yuan, Blade, Gepard, Sampo, and Luka since you regained consciousness. Everyone had business to tend to back on Jarilo-VI and the Xianzhou Luofu, and the Astral Express docked at the Herta Express for the time being until you have healed.

That meant you weren't allowed to leave the Astral Express for an amount of time, but it didn't mean you weren't allowed to roam the Astral Express and Herta Space Station freely. Of course, you did need to have someone with you at all times. Since Nanook has decided to be present around you and your traveling companions, everyone has decided to keep their eyes on the Aeon of Destruction. The Aeon of Destruction refuses to leave your side. It's like he's attached to your hips at all times, aside from when you're using the bathroom or taking a shower.

"I heard my name being mentioned in this area, so I had to come and see what the gossip was about," Luocha jokes, stopping before you and Gepard with Luka by his side. Luocha looks at you and smiles. "I heard you mentioned phantom pain?"

You sigh, nodding. "Yes, I had phantom pain every now and then. It's not as often, which I'm grateful for, but it hurts when I do get them. Almost like these injuries were fresh," you answer.

Luka frowns and gazes at you from head to toe. What Blade said earlier, he wasn't wrong, how you're prettied up and not dressing like how you usually would. Luka doesn't think Blade meant it negatively because you do look beautiful. You look breathtaking and effortlessly beautiful. There are faint scars on your body, but according to Luocha, the scars should go away after two years. This does sound like a while from now, but the scars on your body don't make you any less beautiful than you already are.

"I thought phantom pain was only for those who lost a limb," Luka comments, raising his prosthetic arm and waving it around.

You nod. "It is, but every time I think back to that day, I can still feel the knives slicing my skin like a paper shredder," you reply, shuddering.

You turn to the Phonograph and select something that best fits the atmosphere. You take a sip of your coffee and gesture for the three men to follow you back to the table where the others are waiting for your return. Gepard, Luka, and Luocha were genuinely shocked to see that Nanook didn't follow you to the Phonograph. After all, the Aeon of Destruction is very attached to you, and if he were to be far away from you for a short time, Nanook would become restless.

You place your coffee on the table and sit beside Nanook. Nanook automatically wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. Himeko and March snicker behind their hands while you rest your head on Nanook's shoulders. Blade stares at you and Nanook, tapping his fingers on the table.

"I'm having a hard time believing you two aren't a couple," Blade comments, leaning back in his seat.

You ignore Blade's comment and point at the servers bringing food out for everyone to eat. "Oh, look! Breakfast is finally here," you say.

You have no idea what time it is, but the morning felt like it was being dragged out, and it was. The tension, the stares, the whispers, and the snide comments made it feel like time was slowing down. It was almost excruciating, to say the least. While cutting and chewing on your pancake, you notice Mr. Yang staring at his phone with intensity. Staring is an understatement. The man was glaring at his phone.

You clear your throat to grab the older man's attention, only for it to go unheard. "Mr. Yang, what's wrong?" You whisper loudly among the quiet chatter.

Mr. Yang continues to stare at his phone, his eyebrows furrowing with focus and confusion. You turn to look at Dan Heng, whose looking at you quizzically. You gesture to the brown-haired man. Dan Heng nods, turns to Mr. Yang, and taps on his arms to grab the man's attention.

Dan Heng clears his throat. "Mr. Yang, [Y/N] has something to ask you," says Dan Heng, pointing over in your direction.

Mr. Yang looks up, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Yes, [Y/N]? Is there something you need?" asks Mr. Yang.

You rest your arm on the table, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. "You were staring at your phone for so long that it made me wonder what you're doing over there that's causing you to glare at the screen like that," you say.

Mr. Yang straightens up in his seat, clearing his throat. Caelus peeks over at Mr. Yang's phone, but the older man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I was trying to figure out how to change my icon," replies Mr. Yang.

Oh, right. You nearly forgot about how Mr. Yang doesn't know how to change his profile picture. It was cute and a little bit funny, but in an endearing way. You cracked a smile and stood up, walking over to the older man. You hold your hand out, gesturing for him to give you his phone. Mr. Yang hands you his phone, and you kneel beside his chair to show him how to change his icon to whatever picture he desires.

Sampo leans over to Gepard and Luka, whispering, "Does he actually not know how to change his profile picture? How old is Mr. Yang again?"

Gepard shrugs. "I don't think asking how old someone is is appropriate, Sampo. Besides, I don't blame Mr. Yang for not knowing how to change the icon. Sometimes it can be confusing, and the options are barely visible," Gepard mutters.

"And there you have it! A new icon! Do you want me to show you how to do it again, just in case?" You ask, turning to look at the brown-haired man.

Mr. Yang doesn't reply. Instead, he's staring at his phone and then looks at you. You can't put your finger on it, but his expression was hard to read. Heat rushes to your face, and you clear your throat, poking the man lightly. Mr. Yang blinks and looks at his phone, pursing his lips while gazing at his phone. You're guessing that's a yes. You snort and begin showing Mr. Yang step-by-step how you changed his icon picture to the one he wanted. According to Mr. Yang, Caelus didn't know how to change the icon. You turn to look at Caelus, who smiles at you sheepishly.

"Well, now your profile picture has been changed! If you need any more assistance with customizing anything, I'm your go-to person!" You say, propping your hands on your hips with a proud smile.

Luka looks at you curiously. "How do you know so much about customizing things when you've been in our world for less than three months?" Luka asks.

You rub the back of your neck. You're a total slut for all things customization. From cars to avatars in a video game to social media profiles and custom computer backgrounds. If you cannot customize things to your liking, you're not interested in whatever the game and product is trying to sell.

"I'm really into customizing things!" You reply. “Plus, it’s easy to change icon pictures.”

Jing Yuan leans to Luocha, tapping him on the arm subtly. "Is it just me, or is Mr. Yang looking at [Y/N] like they hung the stars and the moon in the sky?" Jing Yuan murmurs, gesturing over to the brunette.

Luocha chuckles, sipping his drink. "I'm quite certain that [Y/N] is the star that's hanging in the sky. And might I add the brightest star in the sky?" Luocha murmurs.

From the corner of Jing Yuan's eyes, you're cheering and clapping your hands when you have the older man change his icon to see if he's able to remember what you showed him. Everyone around you chuckles, watching you throw your arms around Mr. Yang's shoulders and patting his head happily. Mr. Yang's cheeks are almost as red as Himeko's hair as he pats your head while you congratulate the man for being able to change his icon.

It's silly, but you're glad Mr. Yang was able to change his icon without having to ask for assistance. Maybe if he needs help with customizing his phone background, you'd be happy to help him! After all, you're a slut for customization. Before you returned to your seat beside Nanook, you pat Mr. Yang's head again with a wide smile.

"I'm proud of you, Mr. Yang! You did good!" You say before sitting beside Nanook, resting your head on the Aeon's shoulders.

You assumed that after breakfast, everyone would relax on the Astral Express and maybe take a nap. But you were wrong because, to your surprise, the Astral Express stopped at the Xianzhou Luofu. Everyone got off the Astral Express and began roaming around the Xianzhou Luofu in groups, chatting and catching up with what's been happening. You lean against the railing and stare at the bustling crowd below.

You close your eyes, sighing. As much as you love the Astral Express, traversing through space, and visiting other fleets and planets in the universe, you miss being in a place you can call home. A place where you can explore and roam around without having to worry about missing the Astral Express and having to go from planet to planet, solving problems and dealing with dangerous situations.

Caelus pokes your cheek, pulling you out of your thoughts. "What's on your mind? You seem distracted," Caelus murmurs, leaning on the railing beside you while looking at you curiously.

You turn to Caelus, huffing softly. "I'm thinking about how I'll never be able to find a secure place to live in this world. How I'll forever be traversing through space, searching for my destiny, and never getting married and having kids," you sigh dramatically.

"Is that a bad thing? Also, what's wrong with traversing through space? I thought you enjoyed it?" March interjects, popping up beside you with a pout.

You hum thoughtfully, leaning against the railing while contemplating. You do enjoy traversing through space on the Astral Express with your traveling companions. How can you not enjoy it when you get to see the stars in the universe? You get to visit many places you've never thought to have existed in your traveling companion's universe, but they exist and intrigue you.

You sulk. "Don't get me wrong! I love the life I have on the Astral Express! But do you see those stars in the universe? They're free and just existing in space!" You say,

Dan Heng blinks at you. "You're kind of doing the same thing, if you think about it," Dan Heng comments.

Nanook cages you against the railing, his chest pressing against your back as he rests his chin on your head. You turn around in Nanook's arms and wrap your arms around his waist, closing your eyes, yawning. Despite not dating Nanook, you can't help but feel very attached to the Aeon of Destruction.

While you're distracted with Nanook, you don't notice the look the other nine men are giving you and Nanook. Sensing the awkwardness and emerging tension, March runs off to fetch Diting. You hear a soft bark, making you open your eyes to see what is barking. March runs toward you with Diting in her arms, smiling from ear to ear.

"I don't think you've met this little guy before! [Y/N], meet Diting!" March says, holding Diting up to your face,

You and Diting stare at one another for a moment. You reach up and pet Diting, who barks happily in response. You squeal softly and take Diting from March's hands, holding the adorable bionic dog up to your face. You put Diting down and begin running off while the small bionic dog chases after you while barking happily. Caelus clears his throat, takes his phone from his pocket, and snaps a quick picture of you running with Diting after your tail.

Satisfied with how the picture turned out, Caelus puts his phone away and turns to talk to Dan Heng, only to see the others were doing the same thing he was doing prior. Caelus looks at Nanook, who leans against the railing of the Xianzhou Luofu, smiling at the sight of you running and laughing while Diting chases after you.

March snorts, shaking her head. "Who knew a star could enchant so many people," March hums, quickly taking a picture of you and Diting, making a mental note to herself to give you the picture when you all return to the Astral Express.

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arminsumi · 1 year ago

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Heyy iam a big fan and omg- i really love ur workkkkkkk and everything 😭😭😭😭 i wan wondering if u can make

Husband gojo x fem reader after care

Like taking bath tougher helping u to dress up and moree plzz plzz😭😭🌸

And tysmmmmmmm

AFTERCARE

GOJO さとる

Note : ah thank you!! 💗😣 i love this request, aftercare is so nice to write i rlly should consider adding more aftercare scenes to my smut. thank u!!

Warnings : 🔞 mdni/18+, aftercare

He lovingly feels up and massages your sweaty body with his pale, veiny hands, going back and forth on your thighs and applying more pressure when you groan in relief at certain points.

"Where are my panties?" you ask.

"I have no idea." he chuckles.

Satoru lets you catch your breath while he searches the bed for your panties. He starts giggling and so do you — for some reason your panties always vanish; they go from dangling on your ankle to being haphazardly tossed off by your man (maybe landing on the lampshade) or being buried under the covers.

"Found them." Satoru giggles harder, "They were under the pillow this time."

When you stand, you feel a burn in your thigh muscles and complain loudly "My legs!"

Satoru makes a guilty smile. "Don't look at me, I have nothing to do with it."

He acts like he's not responsible for making your legs wobbly even though he's the one who's been manhandling you into positions on his cock for the past hour.

Satoru runs a bubble bath and gets a little crazed when he sees you getting in. He unashamedly checks out your ass and makes a low whistle.

He has to help you lower yourself into the tub, because you're feeling unsteady and sore after taking him.

"Careful, don't slip." it's these little, under-the-breath comments that show how gentle Satoru is as a lover.

He's always thinking of your comfort after sex, and during it, with his asks of "Is it too much?" or "Should I go slower?" or "Are you tired, wanna stop?"

Aftercare with Satoru feels sacred. He lovingly cares for your body like it's a divine creature gifted to him from heaven. He gives you these cascading caresses down your arms to soothe them, because he knows they must be sore after he pulled them behind your back while taking you from behind earlier.

He starts giving you a massage while in the bath without you needing to ask — he knows you need it, and he wants to do it.

He's smirking against the back of your ear "Ooh, found ya weak spot." when you moan at the influence of his hands.

"I remember before we were engaged, you were embarrassed about showing me your soft cock—" you tease.

"—I WAS NOT!"

"Haha! Yes you were. You always pulled out super quickly and wrapped the sheets around your waist as if you would just die of embarrassment if I saw it soft."

He washes your hair and happily puts up with your teasing in the bathtub about the days when you two were just dating.

"You were such an idiot in love." you say.

"What do you mean? I'm still an idiot in love." he beams, sneaking a cheek kiss from behind. "I'm always dumb for you."

You nod, "Mhm. A dumb husband."

"Excuse me, "a" husband? YOUR husband, you mean."

You sigh at him. "I'm getting out the bath."

He wraps his arms around your chest tightly, one hand possessively cupping your breast. You feel his wet torso pressing against your back, firm and wet and soap-sudsy.

"Nooo, stay. There's still bubbles." he says.

"It's getting cold in here, you idiot!"

"But the bubbles!!"

He insists that you hold onto his bicep while stepping out the bath. He doesn't want you to slip. (He also just loves the feeling of your small hands grabbing his bicep and wishes you'd do it more often.)

"What else is your big, handsome, muscular husband for?"

"Shut up before I turn you into a big, handsome, muscular ex-husband."

He grins at you and wraps a towel around your body.

"No, you shut up before I take you back to bed for round two." he threatens playfully.

"You wouldn't..."

Satoru picks you up and takes you back to the bed.

But no, he hears your complaints about being sore and tired and quickly tucks you into the soft bed.

"Satoru, I'm tired."

"Yes I know, buttercup. You stay right here 'n I'll get you a water."

So he does. You take tiny sips that he thinks are adorable. He stares at your throat as you swallow a big gulp, and the sound makes him wiggle his brow. You smack him.

"Damn, you're a thirsty slut." he jokes when you finish the whole glass of water.

You smack him again. He wraps his arms around you and you smile softly. You're in that daze, you feel like you're drifting.

Shielding you with his body, happily feeling like he's your protector, he waits for you to fall asleep first and then he lets himself fall asleep, too.

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tonysbed · 4 days ago

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Die for you (6) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x Singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings: none

not proofread

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f1gossip

Look who’s here alongside Oscar! Yn Yln makes her paddock debut!

user look at his smile 🥹

user her music is so bad

user black cat x golden retriever

user who’s who tho 😂😭

user adorable

user ewww she needs to go

user she is servinggg

oscarpiastri followed yn

yn followed oscarpiastri

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, logansargent and 2m others

yn vroom vroom or whatever ☀️

user OMG

user Hard launch AHH

oscarpiastri 🏎️☀️

*liked by yn*

landonorris Lets gooooooo

mclaren papaya suits you best 😌

user they’re so cute

user we lost her 😞

alexandrasaintmleux 🩷🩷

yn 🩷🩷

f1gossip

f1gossip Yn yln in the mclaren garage before the race and with Alexandra saint mleux (Charles Girlfriend) before the race)

user two red flags together

user why can’t we just be happy for them? Thought we were here for the racing??

user so cuteee

user the wags already including her 🥹

user she was even wearing oscar’s jacket 🤭

user slayy

The energy in the McLaren garage was subdued, a stark contrast to the excitement that had filled the air at the start of the race. The celebration for Lando’s podium was happening just a few feet away, but you only had eyes for the figure sitting quietly on the edge of a workbench, his head in his hands.

Oscar looked utterly drained. His race suit was still damp with sweat, his hair slightly messy from where he’d run his fingers through it too many times. He hadn’t even bothered to take his gloves off yet, his fingers curled around the fabric at his knees.

This wasn’t just a bad result; this was his home race. The one he had been looking forward to for months. The one where he wanted to prove something—not just to the world, but to himself.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped closer and wrapped one arm around him.

“Hey.”

He leaned in a bit but pulled away and sat down with a sigh “Hey.”

You sat down beside him, close enough that your knees brushed. “Rough day at the office, huh?”

That got a quiet laugh out of him—short, humorless. “Something like that.”

You nudged him lightly with your shoulder. “You wanna talk about it, or do you just want me to sit here and make sure you don’t spiral into a pit of self-loathing?”

Oscar finally turned his head to look at you, eyes tired but soft. “Bit of both, maybe.”

You gave him a small smile. “Okay. Hit me.”

He exhaled, shaking his head. “I just… I had the pace. I know I did. And then—one mistake, and it’s all gone.” His fingers curled into a fist. “I had a chance at a podium today. Maybe even more, if things had gone right. But instead, I threw it away.”

You frowned. “You didn’t throw anything away, Oscar. The conditions were a mess. Half the grid struggled with it. You kept it together and still finished in the points. That’s not nothing.”

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, but ninth isn’t exactly—”

“Ninth is still points. Ninth is still a good result considering what happened. And most importantly, ninth means you didn’t give up.”

Oscar sighed, looking down at his hands. “I just wanted to do well here. For the fans, for my family…” He paused. “For myself.”

You softened, reaching out to gently take one of his hands in yours, prying his fingers apart before lacing them with yours. “You did do well. Maybe not in the way you imagined, but you fought for this result. And that means more than any perfect race ever could.”

He looked at your intertwined hands for a moment before squeezing yours gently. “You really think that?”

You tilted your head, giving him a knowing look. “Oscar, if I didn’t think that, would I be sitting here trying to knock some sense into you instead of sneaking free champagne from McLaren hospitality?”

That finally earned you a real laugh—quiet, but real.

Oscar sighed again, but this time, it wasn’t so heavy. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” You squeezed his hand once more before letting go. “Now, do you wanna keep moping, or do you wanna get out of here? I heard there’s a pretty decent afterparty happening, and you did survive your home race. That’s worth celebrating, even if you don’t feel like it.”

He considered it for a moment before standing up, stretching his arms over his head. “Fine. But if you make me take tequila shots, I’m blaming you for tomorrow’s headache.”

You grinned. “Deal.”

And as the two of you walked out of the garage together, you could already see the weight on his shoulders lifting—just a little.

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f1gossip Yn’s reaction to oscar slipping onto the grass and loosing his podium place! She was also the first person by his side after he arrived at the garage.

user i’m so gutted

user this was so sad honestly

user melbourne curse once again

user both aussies had sm bad luck today

user Love them

user so glad he has her tho

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f1gossip Yn and Oscar at the after party tonight 👀

user he’s so awkward I can’t 😭

user awww the last pic

user hope he’s okay

user And now she’s forcing him to party

user What??

user she always needs to drink hm

The Melbourne night was alive with noise—bass thumping from the club behind you, laughter spilling out onto the streets, and the occasional distant honk of a car weaving through the late-night traffic. The air was warm, the kind of sticky, alcohol-fueled warmth that made everything feel a little hazy, a little softer around the edges.

You and Oscar stood outside the club, waiting for your Uber, both swaying slightly from the effects of too many drinks. His arm had found its way around your waist at some point, fingers curled loosely around the fabric of your dress. It wasn’t the calculated kind of touch that came with your PR relationship—it was instinctive, natural, like he needed something to hold onto to keep himself steady.

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head back to look at him. “You’re drunk.”

Oscar hummed against the side of your head, resting his chin on your shoulder. “So are you.”

“Yeah, but I handle it better.”

He let out a low chuckle, his grip tightening slightly as he leaned into you more, his other hand coming to rest over your stomach, fingers brushing against the exposed skin between your top and skirt. “Mmm. Debatable.”

The streetlights cast a golden glow over everything, making the world feel dreamlike. You could still hear the buzz of the club behind you, but out here, it was just the two of you, wrapped up in your own little world.

“You’re comfy,” he mumbled, voice sluggish with exhaustion and liquor.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re literally using me as a human pillow right now.”

“Exactly.” He squeezed your waist lightly, his breath warm against your shoulder. “Best pillow ever.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t move away. There was something oddly comforting about the way he held onto you, his hands lazy but firm, like he didn’t want to let go.

A car pulled up, headlights washing over you both.

“I think that’s us,” you murmured.

Oscar groaned but didn’t move immediately. Instead, he gave your stomach a little squeeze before finally stepping back, rubbing his eyes. “Fine. But I might fall asleep on you in the car.”

You smirked, grabbing his hand to tug him toward the Uber. “If you drool on me, I’m taking a video.”

“Rude.”

But he didn’t let go of your hand.

I am so sad about what the fuck that race was. It was crazy but my osc 😞 Happy for lando but that was just..🫠

KIMI P5 THO!??

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grandlinedreams · 1 year ago

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omg omg omg your fics are so adorable😭😭😭 if you don’t mind could do you an angsty hurt/comfort law x reader story about how the reader gets captured by marines and gets tortured, and the heart pirates have to rescue them and get them back to health ??

have a good day or night!!💗💗💗

Hdhdh thank-you, I try!! But absolutely i can!! I hope that this is to your liking!!

[Heads up!: mentions of canon typical violence, injuries, established relationship, hurt/comfort]

"It's not as bad as it looks."

Law looks up, jaw clenched as he prods gloved fingers against the dark cluster of bruising on your side. You bite back a hiss as he does so, exhaling when he lets up.

"They cracked at least two of your ribs." His tone is flat, and you can tell that he's upset ㅡ with you or the marines, however, you're not entirely sure. "From what I've been able to assess so far, that's also in addition to your arm, which is broken. Two of your fingers needed reset, not to mention the likelyhood of a concussionㅡ"

"Okay," you interrupt, "maybe it is as bad as it looks."

Law's eyes narrow. "That's understatement." You watch as he turns to grab a pair of tweezers, soaking a cottonball into antiseptic before he brings it up to dab at the puffy cut on your cheek. "You could have died."

You bite back another hiss, closing your eyes at the pain that lances from your bruised (and cracked) ribs. "But I didn't."

"You got lucky." Law's tone is icy as he dabs at the split in your lip. You watch as he turns to begin cleaning up the supplies he's used.

"Next timeㅡ"

Law almost slams the bandage case shut and turns to you, expression that of quiet fury, golden eyes blazing. "Next time? The next time you're dumb enough to get caught, they'll kill you. There will be no next time, [Name]."

You meet his gaze. "I'd rather die than betray this crew, Law. You know that."

Law is silent as he finishes up cleaning things and packing them away before he gets to his feet and moves towards the door. He pauses there, shoulders slumping with his slow exhale. "I know," he answers at last, "and that's exactly what I'm afraid of."

ㅡ

"I never did get to thank you two for rescuing me," you say as you study the cards before you, peering up at Penguin and Shachi.

Penguin smiles. "It was no problem. Kind of cool to get to sneak into a marine base. Like a spy."

"We couldn't have done it without captain," Shachi adds before he pauses. "Speaking of, did captain give you the okay to be wandering around again?"

Your lips part.

"No," comes the clipped response from behind you, making you freeze before you tip your head back to find Law staring at you. "I didn't."

"Iㅡ"

"Room." Tattooed fingers grip your shoulder. "Shambles."

Your stomach spins as scenery abruptly shifts, and you huff as Law appears a moment after you. "Using your devil fruit on me? Really?"

"Yes," Law answers, frustration clear in both his tone and expression. "Because you apparently can't follow orders. I told you bedrest and minimal movement."

"They're going to suspect something if they figure out you used it to drop me in your room."

He shrugs, arms folded across his chest. "Let them."

You groan. "Law, I'm going to insane. Let me do something."

"I'll tell you what you can do," Law starts, watches your expression light up. "You can do as I tell you and quit being a brat."

You stare, expression going deadpan. "There's no fun in that."

Law scowls before he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "...just do this for me," he says, tone softer. "Please."

You stare and then huff as you move towards is bed, yanking the covers back to slip beneath them. Mindful not to jostle your arm or your bruised side, you turn to look at Law. "Happy?"

"Thrilled," comes the amused answer when you sulk, and he approaches to crouch beside the bed. "Quit pouting, you're an adult."

"But this is boring."

"Try to sleep. Rest is going to help you more than anything." Placing his hand over your eyes, Law can feel the brush of your eyelashes.

"Trying to smother me isn't going to help either."

Law's eyes flick skyward for a moment as he sighs. "I'm hardly smothering you. Although it's an idea, given that you'd be unconscious."

You reach up, pulling his hand down enough you can stare. "You wouldn't dare." He raises an eyebrow, and your eyes narrow. "Law."

"Then go to sleep." He counters crisply. "Or what can I offer you that will get you to stay put so I can work and not have to hunt you down?"

You hum, expression thoughtful before your eyes lock with his. "Kiss me." When he gives you a flat look, you grin. "You heard me, if you give me a kiss I'llㅡ"

Law's lips are against yours, familiar pressure that makes your eyes slide shut as you press back, good hand coming up to rest against the back of his cap. And then he's pulling away, ignoring your whine of protest. "Go to sleep."

"But I wantㅡ"

"Sleep," Law emphasizes. "We made a deal."

He pulls away completely, and you scowl before turning away with a huff. "Fine. Since you won't give me another kiss."

Scoffing, Law reaches to tug at the brim of his hat, hoping you don't notice the faint flush to his cheeks. "And I told you to stop being a brat."

Crossing the room, Law seats himself at his desk and flips open one of the various books he'd been taking notes from earlier. He doesn't know how long he reads for but when he looks up again, you're finally asleep.

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #ㅡanswered.#anonymous #–ml: law.

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agirllovespancakes · 1 month ago

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Forever spring

A/N: I hate to use the word yandere but this is yandere Demetri and slightly yandere reader. Do not read if you hate yandere fics 😭 You can kinda see this as a part two to that creepy season fic I wrote for him over a year ago.

Words: 1.5kish / Warnings: fluff, yandere backstories, anxious babies

The thousands of different shades of colors made you happy. They reminded you of something- something that was ages ago- but you couldn’t remember what it exactly was. It did not matter: the wildflowers were freshly plucked and placed in several vases spread over the room. Even though there was no touch of the sun and they would die in only a few days, they made you happy. It meant he was back and it meant it was spring.

A wonderful time of the year, you know. The sun was stronger, wildflowers grew and most importantly: Demetri, your mate, would take you out for a walk. You were vibrating with excitement as you walked towards the closet.

“Corin, what should I wear?” You held up a white flowery dress and a light purple one. “I wore the purple one last year.”

Corin smiled, barely looking up from her book, “you should go for the white dress again. He would like that.”

You giggled, quickly taking off your current dress to change into the white one. It was a gift from Demetri when you were just turned. He asked you to wear it every spring to honour the fact he found you during that time of the year. A reminder of how happy he was to have finally found you.

You sighed unnecessarily as you closed the last button of your dress. Looking up at one of the vases filled with the wildflowers you wondered how you always miss the opportunity to see him sneak them inside. It was always when you were just taking a shower or a bath or when you played chess with Corin. One time you had ran out of the shower when you knew he was inside and yet you had missed him again.

Demetri was holding you almost every day. He would never stray far from your arms. The moment he was off duty he ran back to his room and then sent Corin away for privacy. Those hours were your favorite. You did like Corin and you did like that she would entertain you when you were feeling bored but you knew she was only there because the masters wanted to. You had to stay happy, Demetri explained once. That way you would never want to leave the room.

At the beginning it had made you angry, furious and even anxious because what did he mean that Corin just ensured you did not want to leave your room. You had even tried to leave your room every day for a few years. Strong guards were put on duty at your door and down the window. They would drag you back inside and make you wait for your mate. Demetri was always very patient with you but sometimes he lost his cool: growing angrier and angrier when you tried again and again. He had hit you at the beginning, made you weak by not letting you feed. He had humiliated you by forcing you to drink from a glass he held. But it was all for an important cause you finally learnt years later: it was to keep you safe. If you were not safe, or even died, then your mate would be left behind like one of the masters was. You had met the master in question, Marcus was his name, and this meeting made you sob with fear. What if you lost Demetri? What if he lost you? You were both awfully terrified of losing each other. And so- you finally accepted that his room was your forever home.

Demetri had made his room very comfortable for you. He cleaned it up and placed a second bookcase for your favorite literature. He got a bigger bed and bought modern games for your entertainment. And most importantly: he stole your old belongings from your past life as a human. Not that you could remember your human life anymore- worse: you could not remember what the outside of the Volturi palace looked like. All you knew was this room, a few halls and the garden. The garden was your next favorite place in your world. Demetri took you there every spring- just like now. The wildflowers in the vases was a sign that he was going to do so soon.

“I will leave now. The queens need me too,” Corin stood up, examining the way you stared at the wildflowers. “He will be here soon.”

“I understand.”

“There is no need to be worried. He is safe,” Corin smiled.

“I will always be worried. He has been on a mission for a whole week. You wouldn’t understand, you do not have a mate.” You turned to look at Corin, giving her an apologetic look.

“I am glad I do not have a mate,” she sighed. “It looks exhausting.”

With that, Corin left your room. You immediately could feel her gift leaving you restless. The vibrating happy feelings her presence always gave you were addicting- you sometimes wished she could always stay near. But oh, there was Demetri of course and his presence was just as exciting.

You shuffled towards the window, looking at the gardens. The cypresses were greener than usual and the apple tree was blooming beautifully.

“You are wearing the white dress again.”

You quickly turned to look at him. Oh, he had once again sneaked in without you noticing. There he was. He wore a black suit with a white tie. His hair was spiked once again. You smiled at how happy he was. His devilishly beautiful smile. He opened his arms and you ran to jump inside his arms.

Snaking your arms around his neck and tugging him closer so you could smell his scent- you sighed happily as he tugged you closer as well.

“I am safe, my love,” his voice a soothing whisper.

“Me too. We are both safe,” you kissed his cheek, peppering more along the line of his jaw. You heard him sigh.

When you let go of him slightly he immediately cupped your cheeks, staring into your eyes. His dark crimson red eyes turned black the moment you smiled at him. He was utterly in love with you, devoted for eternity. And so were you with him- you would forever smile at him so his eyes would crinkle and his significant smile would be apparent.

“Demetri,” you giggled. “You brought so many beautiful flowers this time.”

He leant his forehead against yours, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, “yeah? Do you love them? We travelled the entire earth to pluck them.”

You closed your eyes at the touch, melting at his words. “Where do they come from? And were you safe? It is so dangerous outside the walls of Volterra, you said.”

Demetri made you turn your head slightly so you could see the vases: “That one comes from the fields of your country, and that one is Canadian. The blue and purple ones are from Japan and the bright red ones are from Costa Rica. The guards helped me. I will always be safe dear, I swear it on my eternal promise to stay by your side.”

You gasped, trying to think of the countries he named. You remembered something about those names. A world you used to wander in but it was not safe out there anymore. You were a vampire and the mate to one of the most important guards of the Volturi kings. For you there was nothing more dangerous than to enter the grounds just outside these walls. You wished you could make him stay inside too forever. Just the two of you, forever safe between these walls.

“I brought something else that you might like,” Demetri kissed your cheek.

You gulped when he turned toward the table and revealed a huge bottle with blood in it. You always looked forward to the days he would bring a bottle.

“Heidi said you had not taken her bottle last week,” he sounded worried.

“I cannot feed without knowing whether you are safe.”

He opened the bottle and sighed as he saw your eyes darken at the smell. “I am safe dear. Please drink.”

You took the bottle from him with eagerness, quickly drinking it while watching him wait patiently. The scent and taste was delicious. It was fresh, warm even. You emptied the bottle within seconds. Putting the bottle down on the table you moved towards Demetri to kiss him: “I know you are safe. Can we go outside for the walk now? I have been looking forward to our walk for weeks.”

Demetri smirked, kissing you back. “Let me just get the guards to join us.”

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woozisguitar · 4 months ago

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hiii! happy 200 followers!!!💓 i just wanted to drop by and say your latest prompts have been so good and spot on, super loved them!!

could i maybe request something inspired by taylor swift sunbaenim’s peace for idol!hoshi x non-idol!fem reader? if it doesn’t work them something a lil angsty with that pairing would be just fine as well! 🥹 thank you!!

thank you!!!! sorry this took a while 😭 also omg I love how perfectly peace suits hoshi I was so excited to write this! hope you like it <33

requests for 200 celebration post: open

our coming-of-age has come and gone suddenly the summer, it's clear i never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near

soonyoung knew what he was doing when he asked you out. well, at least he liked to believe he did. not one to care about the public backlash, he was one of the few who liked to live openly and talk about the people he loved. he knew there were a lot of negatives in this job; he also knew he wouldn’t trade it for anything. that was until he met you. you, who swept him off his feet like a hurricane and left him stranded in the middle of nowhere. someone he found himself looking for in every person he encountered. someone he was willing to fight against the world for. someone he never thought in a million years would say yes when he asked you out.

and it's just around the corner, darling 'cause it lives in me no, i could never give you peace

soonyoung knew no matter what he did to shield you, his life would catch up quickly. he knew all the possible dangers the dates held. he knew all the possible dangers you could have to face because of him: the stalking, the hating, all of it. he knew dating him came with this life, and for an outsider, it would never be easy. the long tours, the sneaking out— all of it. he knew from the start he could never give you peace.

but i'm a fire, and i'll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come

still, a small, selfish part of him wanted you all for himself. he let himself indulge in the love you provided and hoped that his love for you was fierce enough to weather your stormiest days.

all these people think love's for show but i would die for you in secret the devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

when the news of this affair broke, the first response was to believe that this was fake. a pr stunt. people questioned your love, the past, the present, the potential future. everyone felt the need to give their opinions, to advise him, to tell him what to do and what not to do. but no one ever asked him what he thought, nor what he felt for you. because if they did, he would have only one answer. “i would die for you in secret,” he told you on nights when your insecurities got the best of you and your anxiety made you fraught. he knew the details, the facts, the whole reality and retaliation it would come with, scared you to death. you were worried this was going to cost him his career, his future. and soonyoung was scared too, but what terrified him more was the idea of leaving you. of leaving this: the romance, the kisses, the touches, the peace. would it be enough if i could never give you peace? he asked himself every time he saw you smile in the safety of your home.

your integrity makes me seem small you paint dreamscapes on the wall i talk shit with my friends it's like i'm wasting your honor

a week after the news broke, you got to work. you asked soonyoung to let you talk to the management about posting a few videos. most of these were videos of soonyoung talking about how he loved his fans more than anything and asked them if they would release a statement. one where you’d be more than happy to answer any questions. he knew it wouldn’t fare well—these people had certain expectations from their idols, idols who prioritize them over their personal life. but still, your hope, your absolute sheer positivity when you said, "maybe we can change their mind," made him love you more. on a certain binge-drinking night with his members shit-talking about the industry norms, he thought of you and how he would never be half as brave as he is now if it wasn’t for you.

and you know that i'd swing with you for the fences sit with you in the trenches give you my wild, give you a child

soonyoung vowed that he would do everything possible to protect you if this went south. hell, he was even prepared to leave his career and move countries if it meant keeping you safe. he was going to have your back for the rest of your life the second you decided you were never leaving him. he dreamt of you one night: you, him, and a faint silhouette of a child running around a white picket fence house. and he wasn’t willing to give up on that dream just yet.

give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other family that i chose, now that i see your brother as my brother is it enough? but there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west i'd give you my sunshine, give you my best but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

the day the videos were released, soonyoung asked your family and his to come over. he figured if things went south, it would be better to be surrounded by people who loved them rather than facing it alone. and soonyoung will forever thank the gods who decided to shine the suns of you because the people were more than moved by the videos. he knew they wouldn’t accept this right off the bat, but it was a start. soonyoung was more than happy with a start. he knew this wasn’t the first and would definitely not be the last storm you’d have to weather together. he knew that the rain would always drench you as long as you were with him.

would it be enough if i could never give you peace? would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

soonyoung knew he could never give you peace. and for the first time, he debated that it’s okay if he couldn’t. maybe the peace he so desperately chased for the two of you would always be the moment in between your chaotic life where you’d look at each other and feel nothing but bliss.

and for now, that would be enough.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year ago

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Hello! I was wondering if you can do something with dex from zombieverse? I recently finished the show. Maybe like a zombie au version with fluff? Like how they protect each other and like little sweet simple cute actions if that makes sense like when she gets cold etc 😭 I feel like dex is being slept on since I haven't found anything like an x reader. He deserves some love 🙏

hi! hi! hi! thank you, thank you, thank you for requesting him!!!!! I've been wanting to write for him since I saw the show and how hot he was!! I really hope you enjoy this and feel free to request more of him in the future!

summary - the apocalypse strikes out of nowhere while you are shopping, thankfully there's a good-looking man that rescues you and makes you fall for him in a short amount of time.

warning - zombies.

I couldn’t find a gif, the picture isn’t mine:(, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

You thought going out and getting some essentials from the grocery store was going to be fine, what you didn’t expect to see was people being attacked or dragged into the back room with your hand still gripping your bag. “Hey! Hey! What’re you doing?!” You yell, slapping whoever’s hands are on you only to stare wide-eyed at a zombie coming in your direction, a small scream escaping you. “Okay! Keep dragging me! But quickly! We’re gonna die!”

You both make it into the room, door slamming and you turn to finally look at who it was. Your eyes widen and your jaw falls to the ground. “Holy shit, you’re hot!” If it was even possible, your eyes widened even more, slapping your hand over your mouth as the rest of the people in the room laugh. You quickly bow your head and move over to the table taking a seat.

Thirty minutes go by and everyone has come up with a plan. You can’t help, but sneak glances at the man in the green tracksuit only to turn away flushed when he continued to catch you. Someone snaps you out of your thoughts with a groan, complaining that they are hungry. “Oh!” You pull your bag up, waving it around as there’s some snacks and drinks packed inside. “I remember packing this in here so I didn’t have to grab a basket. Here.” You hand it over, watching them tip the contents out and go through them, sneakily you grab a bottle and some food before making your way over to the man that saved you. “Excuse me…”

He turns, staring down at you. “I thought that you might like some before it’s all gone.” You hand the food and drink over shyly. Dex smiles, taking them from you.

“Thank you… I am Dex, by the way.”

You grin, “Y/n. Thank you for saving me.” You continue to stare into each other’s eyes, only looking away when someone clears their throat. You both turn and pay attention, you feel a soft poke causing you to look over your shoulder and see that Dex is offering you some of his food. You didn’t know it was possible to fall in love so fast.

“Huh?”

Your eyes widen even more. “Huh?!” Your head whips around, seeing everyone is staring at you with their eyes wide and jaws dropped. “Did I say that outloud?!” The women begin to giggle, covering their mouths before they direct the attention back to their planning.

Dex taps you again, looking down at you with a gentle smile. Without any words, he offers his drink and you feel yourself become flushed when you realise he’s already taken a sip and it’s like you would be kissing him. You didn’t know what was wrong with you, you had only just met this man and you’ve already confessed your love and now your thinking about kissing him… He was very handsome though. “Thank you… I’m sorry about before…”

He waves you off and you swear your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as his eyes drift over you, checking you out. Time passes, you and the remaining survivors have made it into a truck, tucked away in the back as two members of the group sit in the front, driving. You shiver, you weren’t expecting to be out all night so you didn’t dress for when it got extremely cold, your head was also drooping to the side from how tired you were, but you didn’t dare sleep. You didn’t want to fall asleep incase something were to happen.

You don’t notice the recently nominated leader beside you, watching you or that he unzips his green and white jacket until he places it over your shoulders, giving you a smile. Dex pats his shoulder, pulling you closer gently as you rest your head against him. Slowly drifting off into a peaceful sleep, he smelt so good even though you’d been through so much. The group watched as you slept and Dex stared at you with a small smile on his face before looking out and watching for danger. Something inside him wanting to make sure you weren’t in danger.

You wake when the truck comes to a stop, squinting out you notice there is another truck and a car blocking the road. Everyone gets out and you pull Dex’s jacket closer to you, slipping your arms through the sleeves so that you aren’t so cold. “What’s happening?” You cover your mouth as you let out a small yawn, leaning your head against his arm, subconsciously.

“We can’t get through unless we move them, but we’ve noticed that this is a delivery truck so we’re going to check for essentials.” You nod, listening to him.

“Why don’t we just drive around? There is enough room?” You look at the road, wondering how you are in a group of not the brightest people. “But we take the delivery truck. We could either fit inside or find a secluded place to look through and find what we might need.” You look up at him, noticing he’s staring down at you with a look of admiration. “What?”

“Maybe you should be leader.” You shake your head with a small smile, “I mean it. We could lead together? I’m sure that the group would allow it.” He nods to himself and you stare at him, this is the most he’s talked this whole time together and you only just realise he talks the most when he’s around you and no one else.

Lee Si-young appears behind you. “I am happy to give up my position, I didn’t really want it in the first place and you two seem like a better team.” She smiles and before you can think about thanking her, she disappears.

“Zombies! Quick!” Dex wraps his arms around you, moving you away just in case. You whack him.

“You dumbarse, if you are protecting me, who’s protecting you?” Your cheeks puff out, glaring up at him.

“Shh, get back into the truck.” You comply, something in his tone makes you want to obey him and only him.

You guys manage to get both trucks and drive to somewhere where it looks safe and secluded before you all begin to search the delivery truck. Dex finds some chocolates and begins to make his way over to you, clearing his throat so you can turn your attention toward him.

“Yeah?”

“Here…” He hands them over, looking down at his feet and your face heats up, a soft smile appears as you gently take them from him and grab his hand, pulling him somewhere away from the group and you sit, pulling him down with you.

You open the packet and hand him one, your eyes connecting as you both take a bite of the chocolate. Neither of you notice that the group has hidden behind something, heads peaking out as they all watch you with giant smiles on their face.

thank you for reading!

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j0kers-light · 26 days ago

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His Lighthouse: Give Me Love (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Give Me Love - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!

This is a birthday request loooooong overdue for my dear @saraoop ! We talking early July 2024! I gotta dust the cobwebs off this one. If you wanna sue me, girl. At least leave me $200 for food please? 😭 AND THEN SHE REQUESTED THIS FOR FEB. 11th!? Why did my computer die on me?! Of all the times?!!?!?!?! 🙃

I am disgustingly late. Please accept this belated birthday gift! Aight I got a song for inspo down below. I think you know the vibe. Please forgive me for not writing for so long. Hopefully I'll be back in action this next month going forward.

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Now Joker had his fair share of instances where you seemed to ignore him. It was only natural given his girl was so hardworking.

You worked hard to create portals for your fans to escape into and you did it all with a smile despite the long hours it took. He lovedthat about you, that fierce determination that just wouldn’t quit. Joker watched you work tirelessly night after night to the point where you would forget that he is waiting for your attention. He mourned the taste that your lips allowed and the comfort it provided.

J could go without these simple pleasures but even he noticed a pattern forming.

Since when were you a social butterfly? It seemed like every time Joker was free, you were stepping out. He was happy that you were going out more and socializing with your new friends (gods did you need some fun in your life), but didn’t you want to spend some quality time with him as well?

You were rarely at the apartment these days; always out running errands, stocking up on essentials, in a meeting, or the worst excuse, “just out.”

No further explanation on that one and the vague statement left ample room for doubt. And boy, did Joker over analyze what ‘out’ meant.

How could he ignore the distance that was slowly eating away at this relationship? You used to bring him along on your errands. He enjoyed being in disguise, holding your hand in public—hidden in plain sight. He got to bask in your company; you got to cross off items on your to-do list. A win win situation if you ask him.

Nowadays Joker was lucky to get a passing glance from you.

Lately he has been waking up alone, living with a ghost of his lover haunting the apartment. Joker wanted you to give him a little of your time, but you burned him out every time. He thought playing hide and seek would turn this odd behavior of yours around, he just vastly underestimated how long you could go without him.

Joker was no fool. This distance did not develop overnight. Your sudden absence from the secret phone calls that you tried (and failed) to hide from him. You would sneak back home in the wee hours of the morning as if he was fast asleep and unaware. He was awake. He knew what was happening.

Joker was losing you right before his eyes and he had no one to blame but himself.

You were his Light, a goddess walking on Earth. You could date anyone you wanted and yet you lowered your standards for a broken shell of a man like him. You settled for Joker, and he would never understand why. But none of that mattered now. His luck had run out.

You finally opened your eyes and saw the pros did not outweigh the cons. Dating The Joker, Gotham City’s most dangerous criminal was a death sentence. Everyone was his enemy, and you were the perfect tool to get at J, either dead or alive.

You were smart, surely you saw the odds were not in your favor the longer you stayed by Joker’s side. Perhaps you were gradually pulling away to avoid Joker’s wrath, but he could be an adult and let you go amicably. It had been a while since you gave him love and lately, he’d been craving more like never before. Even after all this time apart, Joker still felt the same about you.

The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. He loved you too much to do that. If you wanted to leave... maybe he should let you go.

Joker winced as he clutched his chest.

It physically hurt to even think about losing his Light. He calmed his forlorn heart and glanced at the light peeking out from under the bedroom door. You closed doors now. My, how things have changed.

He had half a mind to break it down, but logic told him to take a deep breath and keep walking down the hallway. You were getting dressed to go out. You barely set your work bag down after coming home from endless meetings before you retreated in the bedroom to get ready to leave out again.

And not a single word of acknowledgement was given to J.

He couldn’t take any more of this torture. Joker could not stay silent while you abandon him! Seeing you but not able to be with you day after day, it broke him more than it should.

Joker didn’t think, he just shoved the bedroom door open and stared.

Music was playing in the background as you fussed over the right lipstick to wear. Dark or neutral? Matte or glossy? You were about to pick up your phone and ask the group chat when the door slammed into the wall, scaring you straight.

Joker looked exactly like the big bad wolf from children’s books—huffing and puffing and ready to blow a house down in anger. If you weren’t in love with the clown, you would be terrified of the dark energy wafting from Joker. When he didn’t say anything, you rolled your eyes and focused back on texting the chat. Maybe they could help you decide on the right lip.

You had plenty of time to perfect your winged liner and fix the concealer around your eyes while you waited. You really had to stop stressing out so much, it wasn’t doing your skin any favors. You glanced at Joker through the mirror when he finally broke his silence.

Took him long enough. Lurking in the doorway for ten minutes straight won him an awkward boyfriend award for sure.

“Are ya mad at me?” He blurted out.

Whatever gave him that idea? You assumed J was in one of his jester moods and chuckled under your breath. “Should I be?”

A chime from your phone stole your attention from the flicker of anger passing over Joker’s face. You weren’t even paying attention to him!

And that’s where he lost it. “You tell me! H-Have I uhh, done some-thing to maKe ya mad at me? Ya don’t talk to me anymore, you’re never home. I miss.. mmm. You won’t, hey! LOOK. AT. ME!”

J’s choice of words made you jump and peer at him over your shoulder. Who was he raising his voice at? “Um, are you sure you’re not mad at me instead?” you mumbled in defense.

In response, Joker walked further into the room and began pacing. He was gonna wear your cowhide rug out with all that friction he was creating. It was cute seeing him avoid certain spots as if they were cracks in the pavement. Joker did odd things that never made sense to other people although you could read the room.

J only paced when he was close to breaking down and to prove your point, he buried his face into his hands with a frustrated groan.

“I. Don’t. Know!I want things back to nooooorm~mal. With you talkin’ to me. I wanna hear bout your day, bout all the dumb details that no one else cares about but I do, Bun! I do. F__k, I want your voice in my ear n’ not in my head! I want it to be real!” He visibly shuddered as he stopped in the middle of the room. “I want..”

You could hear the AC unit click on down the hall as Joker tried to grasp at straws. He was struggling and the sight made you sigh in defeat. He was past the breaking point.

“You want my attention?” you offered. You didn’t expect Joker’s loud shout of “YES!” It was unexpected when paired with his desperate jade eyes fixated on you.

The ring light on your vanity reflected his true emotions and the hue made you audibly gulp. Oh, he was mad mad….

Joker instantly noticed the change in your demeanor and decided to dial it down a bit. Fear. You feared him—or rather what he might do in his current unpredictable state. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his Light.

“Mmm. Don’t. Scare. Bunny. Calm down and think! Uhh.. do you... are ya? Uh..”

You watched in real time as Joker gathered his thoughts aloud. You never seen him so discombobulated, it caught you off guard to see his deranged mind front and center. You parted your lips to speak, “Jok—”

“If you want to leave me, j-just.. Just. Go. I can handle..” He stopped mid-sentence to take a deep breath. “I haveta know. Its him, isn’t it?” He sighed. “It’s always been him.”

You felt all the poorly concealed insecurities from that one sigh, but you were still confused. Just what was Joker on about? You had no clue what was going on, yet you knew to tread carefully.

“Joker. I’m not seeing anyone else but you.” you turned back around to face the mirror, “You are more than a handful, why bother myself with another guy? Now, which color do you like the best? This port wine or..”

You yelped as Joker twirled you around in the chair to face him again. His hands visibly shook as he cupped your face so his eyes could take in everything. “Ya mean it, Bun? No one else? Just me? I can’t stand it if if!”

Oh. This was bad. Joker looked near tears in his quest for the truth.

You never thought J would fall ill to jealously but here he was, begging for reassurance. You honestly thought the roles would be reversed in this relationship. You know like Joker consoling you, but you could step up and calm your lover down for a change.

The makeup could wait, so could your last-minute plans. Right now, you had a hysterical boyfriend who was one word away from going on a killing spree.

You covered his hands that rested on your face and smiled at him softly.

“Joker. I am with you. No one else. My eyes—my loyalty is steadfast on you. You have ruined me for anyone else. Look at me J.” The spell was cast and endless pools of jade locked with your e/c eyes.

Joker stared at you as if you crafted the world with your bare hands.

It should have been disturbing to have that much devotion fixed on you, but when it was Joker offering it, you let it slide. You liked seeing his pupils dilate while staring at you. It reminded you of how much power you held over him. You could ask for anything, and J would do it—so you exploited that influence to set the record straight.

“Listen to me carefully, Joker. I am not mad at you.” You waited for him to nod before you raked your fingers through his greasy hair. “Okay? I’m not mad at you. I’m not leaving you.”

You kissed him on the lips and watched as a dazed expression consumed him. Joker was a goner.

If only Batman knew J’s weakness: you.

Now was not the time to think like that. You had a clown to pacify. “Why don’t I stay in tonight and we watch some trashy reality tv together? Would you like that J?”

You already knew the answer, but a semblance of choice was vital in these types of situations. Joker nodded; desperate for your undivided attention after going so long without it.

You stood up from your vanity and led Joker out the bedroom towards the living area. He followed along like a lost puppy, muttering under his breath. ‘She’s not leaving me..”

His Light was not mad at him. You weren’t going anywhere. He let his twisted mind create a narrative that simply was not true. His Bunny would never leave him. Joker was just overthinking things!

You failed to noticed Joker’s mini pep talk; you were texting the group about your change of plans as you turned the tv on. Joker needed some reassurance and then he would be back to normal.

How wrong the both of you were.

You lied to Joker. He didn’t want to think it was true but there was no other explanation for him waking up to your side of the bed empty. After you promised things would go back to normal. After you promised you’d be all his today. ’It’ll be just the two of us J. I promise.’

Lies. Lies, lies, lies, LIES! He flung the covers back and stormed into the bathroom assuming you were taking a leak, but you were nowhere to be found. He continued his search in the kitchen, the living room, heck—he even checked the sunroom and the spare bedrooms. You. Were. Gone.

All the sweet nothings you whispered in his ear last night. All the affection you showered him with were nothing but lies. Joker never felt this way. Sure, he’d been lied to (all his life in fact), but not by someone he trusted; not by someone he loved.

What was the truth then? If you could lie so easily, who’s to say your vows of being faithful were true?

Joker knew about your brief fling with Batman. The way you looked away and f__king blushed whenever someone mentioned the Caped Crusader just made Joker want to rip the bat’s pointy head off.

That relationship was over and done well before you met Joker, along with the other relationships you had in your life. But Joker had doubts. You remained on good speaking terms with most of your exes.

Joker’s unstable mind didn’t see it as you being the bigger person. He saw it as an opportunity for you to leave him. You had every right to leave him.

Who’s to say you haven’t already left? His worst nightmare was coming true. Joker was on the cusp of a panic attack and your apartment—your scent, the essence of you, was caging him in.

He needed a clear head. He needed to leave before he did something he’d regret for the rest of his life.

Joker left the apartment right as you stepped out of the laundry room. You got up super early to put a last-minute load of laundry in before today’s plans became hectic.

You’d been working tirelessly for the past month saving up money, (real money mind you), to treat you and Joker to a getaway. You wanted to switch things up and spoil him for a change. It required some overtime and many nights away, but you knew it would be worth it.

The side effect was snubbing J as you saved up. You saw how the strain of not being around affected him. He was a big dramatic baby. Watching J’s diva eyes roll in irritation and hearing his huffs of frustration anytime you turned down quality time was the fuel that kept you going. He would have you all to himself once you arrived at the house you rented. J just had to be patient.

Last night you almost slipped up and told him your plans. This strain had J at his wit’s end, but you didn’t give in. You had one final virtual meeting before taking a full month off. Once you signed off on some last-minute projects, you could announce the travel plans to your lover.

That is until he up and left without a single word. You chalked Joker’s sudden disappearance to his erratic ‘work’ schedule and resumed packing the suitcases for the trip. Hopefully he would return soon.

J loved dressing up in elaborate disguises, so his luggage took forever to pack and especially for an entire month but in the end, you assembled all the cases by the door an hour before the scheduled flight. You needed some time to spill the beans to Joker and another chunk to of time to sneak him onto the plane you rented. You were not letting him fly this time. Never again, you shuddered.

You were wheeling a large suitcase into the hallway when the front door slammed closed. You poked your head around the corner and saw Joker frozen in the foyer—staring at all the luggage blocking his path.

So you were leaving.

Gods, he didn’t want to believe his darkest fear was coming true, but the proof was right in front of him. You packed up your things and were leaving. He tried to school his breathing, but the panic attack was already in full force that he didn’t notice you walking towards him.

“Surprise!” you shouted. You even popped a party streamer can— letting silver confetti rain down. You pouted when Joker did not react. In fact, one look at J made you regret planning this entire vacation.

If looks could kill, you’d be dead twice over without a Lazarus pit.

“Surprise? Surrrrr~prise? What’s excitin’ bout this Doll?” Joker gestured to the luggage all around him. You blinked in shock as Joker proceeded to kick over one nearest to you. “You think I’m happy you’re leaving me? Surprise! I’M. NOT!”

Your eyes followed Joker around the room as he began talking to himself. After the fourth (or was it the sixth?) circle around the living room you had enough of watching J tear his hair out. That and he was hyperventilating. In all the months knowing Joker, you never seen him like this.

You blocked his path and stood your ground. “Joker. Joker! I’m not leaving!! Well, I am..” you winced when your words backfired. You had seconds to react before Joker tweaked out.

“What I meant was, I’m leaving but I want you to come with me! On vacation! I booked a super long vacation for the two of us! I didn’t lie when I said you’d have me for the entire day! Joker, please stopping hitting your head, it’s scaring me.”

And suddenly, Joker felt like an idiot. “What?”

You lowered his fists and held them in your hands, “I want you to go on a trip with me. Like, we leave in the next hour, go on a trip with me.”

Joker must’ve had a green Riddler question mark on his face because you started explaining yourself in detail.

“Okay! I signed up for overtime at work so I could spoil you for a change. You know.. just you and me together for an entire month far away from the city. I promise, no work, no meetings. I-I regret keeping this a secret from you! I didn’t know you were feeling so abandoned. J… please say something!?” youpleaded.

Granted he always had something to say, Joker’s silence was unnerving. Thankfully he stopped panicking, but now the suspense was killing you. You were thinking the worst until he surprised you. By laughing.

And not a reassuring, ‘you had me there’ laugh—no this was sinister and foreboding, to the point it made you consider if Joker had actually gone insane. The longer he laughed the more dread filled your gut.

Finally, he broke the silence. “You starved me of your uhh, love for a…. I thoughT you were leaving me, that.. that you didn’t… ha! HA!”

Joker abruptly cut his laughter—giving you front row seats to his eyes darkening into an untouchable jade. You weren’t sure what was brewing upstairs in Joker’s mind, but surely it wasn’t anything good.

He nodded once to himself before glaring at you. “Hm, no no nope. We. Aren’t. Going. Annnnnnnnnnnywhere, Bunny.” He confirmed.

Okay, now he was joking. Did he know how hard you worked to make this trip possible? You put all of this effort in, and he didn’t want to go? “B-But J, I bought us airfare tickets and an AirBn—mph!”

The rest of your sentence was swallowed up by Joker’s lips. His kiss was frenzied, raw and soul consuming. He broke the connection, leaning away enough to stare into your eyes. Joker on a normal day was insatiable; you neglected him for almost a month and this was the result. A completely unhinged Joker eyeing you like a four-course meal. You were unsure if his anger was directed at you or rather at the situation—regardless he shoved you onto the nearby couch none too gently.

You yelped in shock and bounced twice before Joker descended to claw at your clothes. He didn’t make it far. You noticed his hands trembling and covered them with your own to stop him. This isn’t what Joker needed, you had to take initiative and slow things down before things got out of hand.

“J, its okay. I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered as Joker dropped his forehead onto yours. It was more than that. He sighed and shook his head, “I know that but I… I don’t, ya know?”

He opened his eyes and you saw the turbulent waves therein. Joker was fighting demons he would never tell you about. That’s the way things were with J and pushing him away with no explanation was the wrong course of action, you knew that now. You had to do some fierce damage control.

Your hands found their way into his hair as you spoke.

“I do know, J. Don’t listen to them, okay? It’s all in your head. I’m right here.” You shifted on the couch so Joker could rest on you, his ear right over your heart. The steady beats helped ground his wayward thoughts and your hands rubbing his back kept him aware of your presence. The voices in his head were wrong. You weren’t going anywhere.

Joker squeezed you tighter—his actions saying more than his words could ever convey. He felt stupid for letting his emotions get in the way, but you did neglect him for almost a month only to turn around and drop this surprise on him. What did you expect?

He was ready to let you go and allow you to find happiness elsewhere—with someone that wasn’t him. It wouldn’t be easy, but he could stomach not having you in his life.

Joker was at rock bottom and his emotions were all over the place.

Was he mad you basically lied to him? Did he want to lock you up in the apartment and never let you leave? Yes, on both accounts! He was shaking with unchecked emotions but somehow you calmed them down with your soft humming and gentle touch. Joker was finally getting all the love he craved, and it was overwhelming.

His previous thoughts of begging—no, forcing you to stay with him were squashed. How could he ever be mad at his Light? You took it upon yourself to work save up money to spend time with him. You didn’t have to, but you did because (for some unknown reason) you loved Joker.

He never had anyone care for him before. Someone who wanted to do things for him not because they were forced to, no you did this just because and his mind could not comprehend that.

You didn’t say a word about the paint splattered teardrops on your T-shirt. You let Joker have his rare moment judge free. Nevermind the fact in twenty more minutes the two of you would be late to the airport. You wouldn’t dare ruin the moment when it was clear J needed this.

You and Joker had an entire month together to reestablish the love lost. It didn’t matter where it happened, as long as you remained with your dark clown.

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reijamira · 2 months ago

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THK EP 7: Uh-oh, trouble in paradise. (My reaction.)

I tried to stay away from spoilers, but I’m weak. I sneaked a few glances at my Xitter timeline and one at my tumblr dash. What I learned beforehand was:

It’s Bison’s birthday, and Fadel gifts him a cute cake despite him being angry (Why angry?)

Keen is spying on FadelStyle in the restroom (it’s a trend, right? JoongDunk have a restroom scene in literally every one of their shows. What's more: Dunk said when they met for the very first time ever, they also went together to the restroom to have a little chat. 🤣 Coming back after I watched EP7 to add: Now Style's comment about making friends in restrooms is all the more funnier.)

Fadel’s arm is in the sling.

Fadel uses chloroform on Style. (Why??? 😭)

They do paintball.

Style gets jealous.

There is a scene with a husband?

Style drives while Fadel points a gun at his head.

Style, with his arms tied behind his back, clad in only his boxers, sits on the side of an empty swimming pool. (Help! I’m so scared!)

That’s it! How does this all add up? Joong said on his IG today that it’s not a sad episode. Let’s see if he’s right.

Wow, 1:09 hours long! Make that at least two for me. (In the end it took me three. 🤣) I will have to pause and rewind a lot. Roll around on my bed, hitting my pillow, squeeing and screaming. Like always. 😂

My hands are cold as ice. I’m already so emotional and I’m not even two minutes in. Uhh!

Oh Jesus, Bison’s fake smiles and his overly cute expressions! 🤣😭

Those little kisses and pecks Kant gives Bison are so adorable. Oh my, he is so whipped.

Omg! That scene with Style on that garage trolley! HOT! Love how Fadel gets Style to consider with a challenging “are you scared?” It’s always the challenges between them.

OMFG, the dad!!! Muhahahaha! Lol he didn’t buy Style’s explanation! 😂😂

Style’s dad is so wonderful! I like him a lot. Yes, give Fadel a hint that Style loves with his whole heart!

The scene with Kant and Bison in bed: It’s so tragic. If you know where Kant is coming from, it’s all in his dialogue. He thinks about family and work. Yes. Ooooh, my poor guy.

“No matter what happens, I’ll keep all the good memories.” Please, no foreshadowing!

WOW! Bison just said “I love you, Kant.” And Kant said it right back! My heart is aching! Will Style confess his feelings for Fadel in this episode as well?

Man, I really feel for Kant here. His broken expression. What should he do in a situation like that?

I LOVE Fadel wearing Style’s shirt and him loving Style’s scent! 😍

Both Kant and Style have noticed and commented upon the fact that their boyfriends act weirdly. Interesting.

Soooooo adorable! Fadel smelling Style, loving how he smells. Omg! He is an addict. 🫠 He looks like a cute dog.

Please, no sad Fadel face! I can’t bear seeing that man so miserable.

The paintball game is so much fun. lol Style’s worried look when he sees Fadel firing his gun. 😂

Bisooon, come on “lovers in the trenches”, “like we are going to die together”. Enough with this nonsense. This is a rom com. No one of the couples dies! Kant’s “we’ll fight through it hand in hand” is killing me! 😭

Bison: “You gotta protect me, then. Don’t let anyone harm me.”

Please, why so much foreshadowing?? 💀

Fadel saying Kant “started all of this”. Uhhhhh lord, the heavy double meaning! Style did notice something.

I can’t with the heavy double meaning in this scene. Style doesn’t know that Fadel knows. 😭

Style: “Professional BB gun shooter” 😂😂🤣😂🤣😂 Saved at the last second.

Fadel: “Make sure no one shoots me in the back.”

And then their talk about trust. Whew! Love the subtext!

FUCK! I knew it! They did intend to shoot them for real! Shit! Kant!!

Okay, apparently, Bison did intend to shoot Kant for real?

Ah, no, so there IS still a plan? 😭

Whoah! FLASHBACK!

Not Bison burning their trophy! 💀😭😱

Uh oh!!! So, that’s how Fadel learns how Style got involved! Jesus! Bison just told him straight up. Intense! No, Fadel, don’t hit him!

Gods, their shouting at each other was hard to watch. I know that Style and Fadel will also have a scene where they will be shouting at each other. I’m not ready for this. Not. One. Bit.

No, Fadel, you weren’t happy before Style. You said so yourself. Stop lying to yourself! 😭🥺

My goodness, make them fall head over heels in love and then kill them. But they ARE already heads over heels in love! Just open your eyes and see!!

Man, you are all so wrong! They don’t think you are fools, you FOOLS! Seriously, if any of you would just open their eyes and interpret the evidence (couldn’t resist the Hannibal reference 😄).

HELP!!! I did not expect to witness Bison’s murder fantasies in such explicit detail! 💀😱

Oh, my heart is melting! Fadel, you adorable man! The cake is so sweet! With the little house! 🥺 They want to be safe and normal.

Style and Kant in the shower. I love how positive Style is. It’s so refreshing. He really brings a bit of light in the darkness of late.

Well, was that the husband from my spoiler? The disgusting guy with the death glare at Fadel and Bison? Maybe he is the shooter, not Keen?

It’s getting exciting now!

Oh no, not me tearing up about Kant’s thoughtful gift to Bison. 😍🥺

Not Fadel and Style watching this cute, romantic scene play out right before their very eyes. Fadel’s expression is getting to me. He had a partner once, who apparently vanished. Now he has a new partner, but this one is seemingly fake. 😨

Fadel saying Style is unique. My god, just lay it all on the table. All the cards. Enough with these games!

WHAT!!! Style?? A ring and ask Fadel to marry you!!! Jesus, this is foreshadowing I LOVE!

WAIT!! WHAT?!!? JESUS, WHAT?? WHAT JUST HAPPENED HERE?

For a second, I was worried, Style’s intended way to go was by poison! Look y'all, how worried Fadel got in a blink of an eye! Wasn’t he supposed to murder him? Doesn’t look to me like he could, though. 🤣

Did Style really just cough up a ring? The fuck? Muhahahaha, this is such a Style thing to do! I bet Fadel found it secretly endearing. Yeah, look, he calls himself a fool. Yes, a fool for love. Good thing, Style’s love for you is genuine! Open your eyes, Fadel! And please, do marry him!

Uhh, Fadel? What did you just intend to put into Style and Kant’s beer?

What’s Keen’s plan? Appreciating the antiques?

lol Style, you are so naughty. Wash your hands first, please, would you? 😂 I bet Keen is perking up his ears now.

I think Keen will set his eyes on Style now, right? I believe he had something to do with Fadel's ex, too.

Oh gosh, it’s happening! So, Keen wanted to shoot, but it’s the disgusting husband from outside the bar!

Hahaha, Style! lol way to show your jealousy! 😂😂😂

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Everything I thought was WRONG! Bison gets stabbed!!! Not shot! And Fadel gets shot protecting the woman! My goodness! What a mess!

Fucking hell! STYLE! Just like that, yes? Picking up a gun and training it at someone with a death threat on your lips. How freaking badass!

What a captivating scene!! Jesus, lord!

Huh, a broken arm? Thought he got shot?

My boys, Fadel and Style! Just realize that there is genuine love between the two of you!

No, no, no, don’t push Style away, Fadel! 😭😭😭

Kant breaks my heart. 🥺🥺🥺 No, man, I’m crying with Kant here. 😭

Oh shit, Kant! Bison! Behave!!!

Hehehe, Captain Christ cursing is hot!

No, but Bison’s crazy psycho look at Kant in the trunk was scary. And sexy.

Nooo, the chloroform scene! Why, Fadel??! 😭😭😭😭

Nooo, I can’t watch this scene!!! Help! I was hoping it wasn’t Fadel who would do this to Style!

Great cinematographic shot, btw. Style has a beautiful back.

Good god, what is Fadel’s plan? (How did he even do all of that with a broken arm???)

Jesus, I can’t! Style said he loved Fadel! Man, this scene does my heart no good. It wants to beat out of my chest.

No, what? Don’t hurt him! Whaaat??? You can’t end this scene on a gunshot and then nothing! What the hell??

Shit! Goosebumps! Oh my lord, that’s why Kant is afraid of the ocean! Jesus Christ!

Oh, he really did jumb. For Bison! 😭😭😭😭

NO! Not another cut!

lol Style! Flirting with your enraged hitman lover. You sure love the rough, romantic side! 😂😂

What’s with the appreciative glances at Fadel? 🤣 Style, you are beyond help.

Wellll, that was an emotional rollercoaster! I love this freaking show so much! Next week, we finally get the bathtub scene, y’all!

What’s with the car bed scene?

I think they will angrily shout at each other and the car bed scene comes right after that (Dunk said in a clip I watched on YT that both their voices were still raw from shouting at each other for a scene of THK.)

Kant has to do penance with Bison. Poor man, but he did fall in love with the crazy one. 😂

It looks like Fadel and Style get attacked? Is this the scene where Style gets his injury?

Gosh, I can’t believe the seven days of waiting in doom and misery have begun anew. 😭

Joong was right. This episode had its heartbreaking moments, but overall, it wasn't sad, rather dramatic and scary and thrilling.

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