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aangelinakii · 2 days ago

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BATBOYS + SHARING A BED.

characters written about in this piece : bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, duke thomas

note : not smut and also didn't write damian again sorry 😭😭😭 i will get to pookie soon

BRUCE WAYNE

as expected for such an extravagant man, bruce literally sleeps perfectly. he's like a marble statue, a renaissance painting you'd find etched into the ceiling of a cathedral. his bed's never too hor nor cold; maybe it's worth investing in his bedsheets. he likes to keep you close but also have his own space, so he isn't one to roll over and invade your side of the bed, or necessarily like it when you do while he's trying to sleep. i think he'd opt for falling asleep with an arm around your shoulders or over your waist, but with a little bit of space between. in the mornings or just before going to bed he would Not mind the barriers being crossed for some cuddling

DICK GRAYSON

for dick it's a tricky one, very much season dependent. he's such a hugger that it can be suffocating sometimes, especially in the summer. he runs cold, so in the winter huddling so close is ideal to warm him up, but his cuddly habits don't bode well with summer months, where you're so sweaty your hair is literally sticking to the back of your neck. he probably needs to fall asleep with his arms around something, and, well, the closest thing is you, so you're in for it you are. depends on if you run hot or cold at night, but his chronic cuddling syndrome could be an issue. the point is, dick loves falling asleep in your arms or with you in his, as he secretly hopes you'll meet again in his dreams

JASON TODD

differently, runs hot, so cuddling in the summer is almost out of the question unless the ac is on (but don't forget to keep it on a timer so you don't get sick !!!!) in the winter he's more open to it, as long as you're hogging the duvet. i think he's a cuddle before bed kinda guy, but likes some distance while he sleeps so he doesn't overheat and sleeps through the night. can be a bad sleeper at times, so will wake up during the night especially if having nightmares or just too hot — this can sometimes wake you up, so it depends on if a) you're a deep sleeper, b) you can get back to sleep soon enough, or c) if you stay up with him :) at those times he does appreciate you staying up with him, helping calm him down so there's the chance he'll fall back asleep, but doesn't take away from the fact he'll feel a little guilty

TIM DRAKE

i can see tim being either the deepest sleeper even an atomic bomb won't wake him, or the lightest sleeper that has him waking up every 30 mins because a piece of fluff from the blanket keeps landing on his forehead. probably depends on his stress and fatigue level; if he's super wrapped up in a case or there's a lot going on in his vigilante life, i think he'd struggle to get to sleep or to stay asleep, in which he'd appreciate you accommodating his needs with some small talk before bed, where the only light is from the moon spilling past the curtains, and maybe a warm cup of chamomile and honey. however, if he's been worked to the bone the past week, as soon as his head hits the pillow he is Gone, and then is Gone until 10AM the next day, no matter what time he fell asleep at. definitely one of those moments where you leave the room for a milisecond being like i'll be right back, and then you come back and he's out. it does help though that he's the type to reach out for you during the night, so you wake up arms tangled :((

DUKE THOMAS

duke's really sweet,, i think he'd be the type to need to fall asleep on his own or in his own space, but then during the night he shuffles closer to you, or instinctively pulls you into his side. and then he wakes up in the morning teasing you with "ugh you couldn't even get enough of me while we were sleeping" but you know very well it wasn't You who put him there, pushing you against the wall or almost off the edge of the bed (but he will deny it all he can if you say it was him). but in the mornings he's def a cuddler. he's got his day shift to go and get ready for, but he really really just wants to stay here where it's warm and ureghhh.

he also has the yellow bumblebee pillow pet and pink fuzzy bunny slippers

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golden-cherry · 3 days ago

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deal - cl16 (48/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Time to say goodbye.

Warnings: 18+ (fingering, boob sucking, slight anal play, mentions of sex), fluffy fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

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A/N: thank you all for your patience and kind words. I don't know what I'd do without you. I promise I'll be better in the future. I love you. feedback is appreciated.

The first thing you feel is the warm embrace and warm hands brushing through your hair. Still half asleep, you feel the gentle pressure on your head, and Charles slowly and lovingly scratches your scalp as if he wants to wake you up gently.

Your eyes open just a crack before you decide to close them again and take a deep breath. Charles' chest is against your back, the heat of his skin burning through the shirt you're wearing. His arm is wrapped tightly around your middle and he's lying so close to you, with his head on your pillow and your legs entwined, that you don't know where your body ends and his begins.

His touch is so familiar, so gentle and reassuring that you would almost fall asleep again if he didn't whisper in your ear.

“Good morning,” he breathes into your shoulder, his lips brushing your naked skin. His hand, which is not running through your hair, slowly slides under your shirt to press you even closer to him. ”How did you sleep, mon amour?”

You take a deep breath and snuggle closer to him. “Not long enough,” you reply in a sleepy voice. Tired, you stretch your head in his direction so that he can continue to massage your scalp. “Have you been awake for long?”

He shakes his head slightly. “Not too long,” he replies, weaving his fingers through your hair. “But long enough to enjoy your company before I have to get up and pack my bags.” He presses his nose against your cheek before gently kissing your temple.

You smile sleepily. “How about you? How did you sleep?”

Slowly, his hand moves up from your belly, his thumb gently stroking the curve of your breast, while his fingers linger on your ribs. “I dreamt of you,” he answers softly, his lips on your neck. He presses his hips against your ass so you can feel his erection.

Oh, boy.

Your pussy throbs as he nibs at the soft skin of your neck. You gasp silently, arching towards him. “And what exactly did you dream?” You reach out and grab his hair to press his face against you.

His fingers on your ribs spread and move to your bare chest. “You and me. At training camp,” he begins to describe his dream, while his thumb and index finger gently roll your nipple.

Slightly confused, you turn your head in his direction, your noses nudging each other. “At training camp? Please don't tell me we actually went through your training schedule there.

His green eyes sparkle in the morning light. His hand moves a little further and turns you completely around to face him, his fingers grasp the flesh of your thigh and pull it over his hip so that he can press his hard-on against your barely-clad heat. “Don't worry, mon amour,” he breathes. “We didn't follow my training schedule. But –”

“But what?” You put your hand on his cheek, the stubble pleasantly scratching the palm of your hand. You curl your leg a little tighter around his waist.

A grin spreads across his beautiful face. “We were still physically active,” he admits, sliding his hand higher up your leg, under the hem of his boxer briefs, which you are wearing. Charles leans forward a bit and kisses the tip of your nose, your cheek, your neck. His teeth brush against your pulse and goosebumps spread across your body.

Heat rises to your cheeks as his fingers trail over your ass, as if it were the most natural movement in the world. As if you had been a couple for ages. His touch is so familiar that you practically melt away.

You can't even imagine what the next few days would be like without him. What you're supposed to do here without him, without your roommate. Without your best friend. Without the man you love.

As his fingers slide between your thighs and he gently brushes his fingertips against your lips before gently rubbing your bundle of nerves, so making you whimper, the alarm on his cell phone goes off. Grumbling and annoyed, he pulls his hand out of your pants before licking his fingers briefly and rolling onto his back. He reaches back to turn off the alarm. Sighing, he grabs you and pulls you onto him.

Surprised and aroused, you look down at him. “What –”

“I don't want to get up,” he complains, wrapping his arms around your back so that you couldn't get off him even if you wanted to. Which will never be the case in your life. Hell will freeze over before you voluntarily let go of Charles. ”Can't we just lie here and pretend the alarm never went off?”

Your head is on his neck, where you leave feather-light kisses on his warm skin. “That would be nice,” you agree with him and reach out to run your hand through his hair.

Charles groans softly. “We can pretend, you know? I just don't go to training camp and we both spend the next few days together here, only leaving the bed when we have to, and we don't have to go without each other for a long, miserable time. And then we can go to Kika's New Year's party together instead of only seeing each other there.”

You giggle. “Sounds like a solid plan,” you reply quietly. “But I'm afraid that at some point you gave Andrea a key to this apartment and he would definitely be standing in front of our bed if you weren't standing downstairs on time with your things, dressed and ready to leave.”

His arms tighten around you. “Our bed?” He asks with a grin and raised eyebrows.

The heat rises to your cheeks again. “Well, you said that you – that we –” You take a deep breath. “You said that we wouldn't sleep apart anymore. And so I thought –”

“I'm only messing with you,“ he smiles and kisses your forehead. ‘This is our bed. In our bedroom. In our apartment," he assures you and lets his fingers slide under your shirt again. Warm fingertips gently press into your spine, eliciting a soft sigh from you. You feel his hard and demanding bulge twitching against your stomach. “I'm sorry.”

“It's okay.“ You kiss his neck one last time before sitting up. His arms come off you and fall at his side, while your knees press into the mattress next to his hips as you sit up. ”Come on.” You reach for his hand and pull him into a sitting position as well. ”You have to get up.”

Immediately, his arms wrap around your torso again, pressing you against him and positioning you so that your legs can wrap around his hips. You sit straddling his lap and feel his boner against your pussy as his hands roam over your heated body again.

“I don't want to get up,” he repeats as he leans forward and begins to nibble on your neck. As his lips reach your pulse and he gently sucks on your skin there, you involuntarily rub against him.

“Charles,” you breathe, hands on his naked shoulders, fingernails digging into his back as he begins rocking you back and forth. ”You have to.”

His fingers grasp the hem of your shirt and without thinking, you raise your arms so that he can pull it over your head. “Says who?” he asks, raising his eyebrow as he throws the garment on the floor. He pulls you close again, fingers sliding into your briefs and kneading your ass as his lips glide hotly across your front.

Your fingers dig into his hair as his mouth closes around your nipple and he begins to suck. “Oh fuck,” you moan, pressing his face closer to you as you arch towards him. His hands slide deeper into your boxer shorts, digging into your flesh and spreading you a little further for him. “Charles.”

Your best friend lets go of your nipple, but only to suck a hickey into the soft skin next to it. “I know.” As the spot darkens, his mouth slides further and his lips close around your other tit, coaxing another gasp from your lips. His sucks hard, making your head reel and arousal pool in your boxer briefs.

One of his hands slides lower, fingertips circling your clit before lazily rubbing. You twitch in his hold, your pussy still sensitive from the orgasms he gave you last night, but you couldn’t care less in this moment. You buck your hips into his hand as his fingers close around your nub, toying with it like they did with your nipple a few minutes ago.

Sparks run through your veins, setting you on fire, burning you to ashes at his touch.

„My girl“, he moans against your tit, tongue flicking against the bud before sucking again. When you twitch once more, legs trembling slightly, he moves his fingers away from your clit.

„No, please“, you whine in protest, wanting him closer, wanting more. Wanting him.

Charles looks up at you, pupils blown and the green almost vanished from his eyes. „Please what? You’re too sensitive, mon amour“, he teases you, fingers sliding further, collecting your juices. When you slightly wince at the overstimulation when he pushes his fingers inside, he kisses your tit, bevore gently biting your neck. „It’s okay. I know what you need.“

He keeps his fingers buried inside you, gently massaging your walls and rubbing against that sweet spot that has you seeing stars, while his other hand catches your slickness thats dribbling out of you. They move up, wedging themselves between your ass cheeks and carefully circling your other hole, wetting it slightly.

Your brain short-circuits as you realize his intentions. Your head lulls against his shoulder, eyes closed as you huff out hot breaths against his skin. „Charles.“

„Tell me to stop and I will“, he whispers, his clothed erection rubbing against your clit. „I promise.“

You weakly shake your head. „Want you“, you whine, moving your hips back slightly against his hand, against his fingers. „Want all of you.“

„You have me“, he promises quietly, almost inaudibly. „You have all of me.“

You want to kill somebody when his alarm goes off again.

With a defeated sigh Charles pulls his hands out of your briefs while you go and grab his phone, turning the alarm off once more. You reluctantly slide off his lap, annoyed that he actually has to get up and ready and pack his bags.

He looks at you apologetically and kisses your cheek. „I’m sorry, mon amour. Next time“, he smiles slightly before getting up from the bed, sticking his hand in his boxers to squeeze his dick once like it’s normal for you to see that. He then grabs a few things and leaves your shared bedroom while you fall down back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Since when have you been so open to sex that you don't even mind what almost happened? When you were with Raphael, you didn't even change in front of him – not even after you had been together for a while. And now you're lying here in the bed you share with your best friend, letting him touch you and even reaching out to him when he rubbed your –

Sighing, you grab a pillow and press it to your face.

How pathetic do you want to be? A virgin who is in love with her best friend, who certainly doesn't feel the same way about you, but with whom you still share a bed and even allow him to touch you?

There's no way you would have let Raphael touch you like that. But Charles isn't Raphael, so you push your thoughts aside.

Being with Charles feels natural, as if you were made to be by his side. It's so easy, even though somewhere inside you still have this queasy feeling that if you let it continue, it won't end well.

But how could it not end well if it feels so good?

“What are you doing?” Charles asks when he returns to the bedroom. He grabs the pillow on your face and puts it aside. He smiles down at you. "You're not trying to suffocate yourself, are you? It's just a few days that you have to get along without me," he jokes, grinning, and takes three steps back as you throw the pillow in his direction.

“You're unbelievable, “ you say and roll your eyes, but you can't suppress your own smile. You watch him pack some sports clothes into a large bag. ”Do you really not have much time to talk to me on the phone?”

Charles, who is folding two T-shirts and putting them neatly in the side of the bag, apparently hears the disappointed tone in your voice, which is why he looks at you and tilts his head to the side. “I know it's not ideal. And I wish it was different,” he begins, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He gently strokes your hair. "I hate leaving you here alone. I hate that my work takes up so much of my free time." He takes a deep breath. ”I hate that you're here waiting for me to come home.”

You take his hand and kiss the back of his hand before interlocking your fingers. The whole thing seems to be weighing on him, which is why you have to be the strong one for both of you at this moment.

You smile at him. “Don't worry. I'll ask Kika if she has time for me over the next few days. After all, I still need a nice dress for New Year's Eve and she sent me a video on Instagram of a shop where you can paint ceramics. And a restaurant where you can have a drink while you're brunching,” you explain. ”I think Pierre is at training too. And then I can help her with the party preparations.”

Your words seem to calm him a little. He presses your hand against his chest. “If you go shopping, take my credit card with you. I don't want you to spend your money when I have so much of it that I don't know what to do with it. You can also go to Maman's. Or Enzo and Charlotte. Or you –” he suggests in quick succession.

You interrupt him. “I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me,” you assure him with a smile. “And in a few days we'll see each other again and then we'll party like there's no tomorrow on New Year's Eve. What do you think?” You waggle your eyebrows a little, which makes him laugh.

He leans down to you so that your noses touch. “What did I do to deserve you?” He asks quietly and kisses your forehead before straightening up and standing up to pack the rest of his things. He squats on the floor in front of the closet, pulling out clothes that he either puts in his bag or puts back on the shelves.

Since you don't want to bother him, you quietly slip out of bed and get ready for the day, before you text Kika and ask if she would like to go dress shopping for her party today, to which she sends you a two-minute voice message telling you which websites she has already scoured and which stores you should both go to so that you definitely find the best dresses for you.

You are sitting at the kitchen counter, all ready and dressed, eating some fruit when Charles joins you. He reaches around you and grabs a piece of apple, which he slides into his mouth without saying a word, before walking around the kitchen island and making himself a cup of coffee.

“When is Andrea coming?“ you ask him, holding out another piece, which he gratefully accepts.

“He should be here any minute now,” he replies, leaning against the worktop in front of you. “By the way, I was serious when I said that you should take my card and buy yourself a nice dress for New Year's Eve.”

You sigh. “Charles, I – you know I don't feel comfortable accepting this.” Hesitantly, you take a bite of your pear.

“That's true, “ he admits and drinks the rest of his coffee before rinsing the cup in the sink. ”But you also know that I like to use my money to buy you nice things. And what better way to start the new year than with a new dress?”

With you. Naked in our bed. On top of me. Inside me. Telling me how much you love me.

You swallow hard and immediately push the thought aside. “You better be careful, Charlie. If you keep spending so much money on me, people might think you're my sugar daddy,” you joke, but you can't miss the dark flicker in his eyes.

“Don't worry, mon amour,” he smiles, standing next to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and examining the slight love bite he left on your neck. "You can have my money. I don't need it as long as I have you," he replies quietly and leans down to whisper in your ear. “If you wear a new dress on New Year's Eve but my bank balance hasn't changed by then, we'll spend a lot less time at Kika's party than you'd like,” he warns you. The kiss he gently presses on your temple is soft and loving, in contrast to his tone of voice.

Your breath catches in your throat.

When the doorbell rings, Charles moves away from you. With long strides, he goes to the front door and presses a button so that Andrea can use the elevator. Without saying a word, you follow him into the hallway, where several bags are already waiting to be loaded into a car.

“Good morning,” Andrea greets you both with a smile. He gives you a little kiss on both cheeks before grabbing two bags. "I'm really looking forward to the training camp. This time, I've picked out a few things that are just designed to drive you mad" he grins at the Monegasque, before looking at you. “And don't even think about texting or calling him. Not that your messages would get through somehow, but I think his brain can only focus on one thing at a time and as soon as he thinks of you, I can forget about training.”

“Andrea,” Charles warns his friend sharply, as if he had just revealed one of the biggest secrets in the world.

The trainer laughs. “Don't act like that. I know exactly what's going on here. I'm not blind,” he grins and leans forward to look at you. “Nice hickey, by the way,” he says nonchalantly, turning around and leaving the apartment the way he came in.

And leaving behind two best friends who don't know what to say about it.

Charles is the first to make a sound. He clears his throat. “Um, okay. I have to go, otherwise I'll get in trouble,” he explains and stands in front of you. Hesitantly, he raises his hands and places them on your cheeks to tilt your head back a bit so you can look at him. “I'll miss you.”

You can feel his warm breath on your face, he's that close to you. “I'll miss you too. Send me photos or something when you can. I don't know exactly when you can get on your phone, but when you can – I mean –”

“I promise I'll get in touch with you. Even if it means buying a second cell phone and hiding it from Andrea,” he smiles, stroking your cheekbones with his thumb. ”I don't know how I'll last without you. And especially for several days.”

You shrug helplessly. “I don't know either,” you reply. “But after that, nothing can separate us. Then you won't get rid of me,” you dare to say, your heart beating in your throat. You turn your head and kiss his palm lovingly. “Deal?”

He leans his forehead against yours. ”Deal.”

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imsofreakingtired · 3 days ago

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I'm in love with your page like I genuinely check it multiple times a day to see if you've posted even though I have notifs on 😭😭😭

Please can we get Sevika!XReader! When sevika and reader have just started dating and sev finds out reader smokes and begs her to stop even though it's hypocritical because she chain smokes herself 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

ASDFGHJKL THANK YOUUU that literally made my day. hope you enjoyy

run away (from me)

content warning(s): smoking, some blood, mentions of addiction

"i cherish and want you, but there's still no answer i know you get it, so don't play hypocrite me collecting dust in the corner of the room it's not pretty, i don't want you to stay"

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Your hands are shaking. All of you is shaking, actually. Breathing hard, you fold yourself tighter into the ledge you found between the stacked wooden crates in the alleyway of some dilapidated buildings. You’re not sure if people live there, but you’re certain they wouldn’t give two shits about some cigarette smoke wafting around.

Cigarette between your lips, you flick angrily at the lighter. Either your hands are weak or this lighter you lifted from the pocket of that enforcer is a bum one, because all you’re seeing are little sparks.

Finally, a flame. You light the cigarette.

It had been a close chase. You’d managed to lead the goons onto your own turf, then lose them with several false turns. Not before they’d nicked you with their fuckass little pocket knives, though.

You don’t want to think about that right now. They’re only flesh wounds, and you need to relax yourself before you look at them.

Then a large shadow falls over you.

“There you are.”

You look up. Right at the strong features and vivid gray eyes that have held you in a chokehold since you first saw them, and took your breath away even now.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Where the hell have you been?”

“Ha,” you say, flicking the ash onto the wooden box next to you. “Careful there, Vika, or it might sound like you actually care about me.”

Sevika snorts. “Keep dreaming.”

The two of you have been seeing each other for little less than a month.

Then Sevika sees the cigarette in your fingers. She looks quickly around to see if anyone is approaching, then crouches down beside you, frowning. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m having a self-care day. Little meditation session.”

She sees the blood staining your shirt, the telltale marks of a scuffle on your face. “Fuck. Are you hurt?”

“Barely. Nicks and bumps.”

She takes the cigarette out of your hand.

“Hey!”

“You shouldn’t smoke this shit,” she said, stubbing it out. “What are you on about? Let me look at you.”

“That was my last cigarette,” you said, scowling. “You better make it up.”

“You shouldn’t smoke at all. Not in this cesspool of fissure smoke. What’re you trying to do—kill yourself?”

“Oh. Deepest apologies. I didn’t realize you’re the only person in Zaun who is allowed to slowly destroy your lungs.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You try being my age, growing up in the mines and breathing that shit night and day. Your lungs aren’t like that.”

“Sevika,” you say, letting the hint of a whine into your voice. You know it’s a gamble with her—whether she’s in the mood to humor you or not depends on the day, the weather, hell, the color of your shirt. But you really need that smoke. “Vika, I’ve had a shitty day. Gimme back the cigarette.”

She looks at it, the burnt end, the dry marks of your lipstick. She puts it in her pocket.

“Vika, I swear to God—”

“How long have you been smoking?” She asks quietly.

You shrug. “As long as every other undercity brat.”

“Come on, get up. You’re hurt.”

“I can’t. I’m too tired. You just took away my only hope of revival.”

She mutters something under her breath, you’re pretty sure you heard the word “insufferable.” Then she takes off her cloak, her mechanical arm gleaming in the late afternoon sun, and throws it around your shoulders.

“Your ‘only hope of revival’?” She repeats to you, scooping you up in her arms. “What am I, nothing?”

You wince slightly as she lifts you up, but it’s comforting to feel the solidity of her warm body, the muscles of her human arm flexing against your back. You wrap your arms around her neck. “You’re not too bad,” you admit.

She gives a short chuckle. “You’ll see. Just see if I can’t make you feel ten times better than a lousy smoke.”

“That’s a two-way deal,” you tell her, leaning your head on her shoulder. “You need to let me return the favor.”

“Done.”

~~~

thank you @prettyinpink69 for the request :)

#song: runaway by ryujin (my translation)#<- played that song on repeat while writing this ooomf its such a bop n fits the prompt so well #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika x female reader #sevika imagine #sevika angst #soft sevika #sevika arcane #sevika

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fallstaticexit · 3 days ago

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AN: Annnd we're back! Buckle up guys, because if you thought Nancy was fucking up before you have no idea lolololol

Transcript under the cut

Nancy Narrates: [Three weeks had gone by since the holidays. I was starting to see less of Vanessa, who was constantly busy with her work]

Nancy Narrates: [I tried my to hide how much I missed her around but I was certain my yearning was written all over my face]

Queenie: [hums absently] The holiday issue of the foundation’s newsletter is late. No surprise, it was late last year as well.

Queenie: Did you fire your stylist, Nancy? You’re not even coordinated with your husband and sons, it’s as if they’ve plucked a stranger off the street and had you pose together.

Geoffrey: With all due respect, Nancy looks amazing. She always does. She puts a great deal of effort into how she presents herself in front of the press.

Queenie: Looking the part is the point, Geoffrey. Regardless if she is standing CEO, she is a wife and mother first. I've mentioned this to her countless times, it’s as though she's still a little girl.

Geoffrey: [whispers] Hey. You looked amazing, Nancy. You always do.

Jonathan: Can we play in the courtyard, Grandma?

Queenie: Of course you can, my darling. I was just looking over your holiday photos, and you looked so very handsome, Jonathan.

Malcolm: And me? What about me!

Queenie: [frowns] Where on Earth did you get this...this girlish necklace from?

Malcolm: Mommy’s best friend got it for me for Christmas.

Queenie: [rolls eyes] Ah. Right. The movie star.

Malcolm: Auntie V isn’t a movie star.

Queenie: And who exactly is Auntie V?

Jonathan: Mommy’s friend from school, Auntie Vanessa.

Queenie: Villareal?

Nancy: I- D-didn’t you boys want to play in the um, in the courtyard?

Queenie: Geoffrey. I trust that you are doing your part by keeping your wife aligned with the values of our faith, yes? I’d hate to see her fall into old habits.

[phone rings]

Vanessa: Hello?

Nancy: Hi.

Vanessa: Hi Nancy. How are you, love?

Nancy: Miserable. I’m having breakfast at my mother’s. [chuckles softly]

Vanessa: Oh fuck. [laughs] That sucks, I’m sorry babes.

Nancy: [sighs] I miss you.

Vanessa: I miss you too.

Nancy: When can I see you again?

Vanessa: Soon. I have a business trip in DSV. I’ll be gone a few days.

Nancy: A few days? You’ll miss my birthday..

Vanessa: Trust me, that’s the last thing I want. But you know how it is with work.

Nancy: [hesitates] You don’t suppose- I don’t want to impose but...maybe I could come with you?

Vanessa: Come with me on my work trip?

Nancy: I know how to keep myself busy. I won’t interfere with your work- whatever it is. But I’d like to spend my birthday together. It’s the only thing I want. Please.

Vanessa: Well, when you sound so sweet like that, how could I ever refuse?

Geoffrey: So, you’ll be gone a week.

Nancy: Right. You know Judy. Every day is an event.

Geoffrey: Vanessa too, right?

Nancy: Well...yes, of course. Just my two best friends celebrating my birthday with me.

Geoffrey: Right. Yeah.

Nancy: Oh, and I’ve already told the boys we can all celebrate together when I’m back. I told them not to fuss about it, I promise I won’t be too partied out.

Geoffrey: Nancy?

Geoffrey: Are you having an affair?

Nancy: W-what did you just say to me?

Geoffrey: I said, are you having an affair?

Nancy: [voice tremors] W-why? Why are you asking me that?

Geoffrey: I saw the marks, Nance. I wasn’t sure, at first, but I saw them. On the inside of your thigh on our anniversary. They look like hickies. And I kept thinking about when you came home late from work in tears...but you never said why. Is there someone else? Another man? Another...

Nancy: Oh my god- no! No, Geoffrey! I’d never- I’ve always bruised easily, you know that. I could have bruised myself at work, on site. And that night.. I know that I’m not a good wife. I know I’ve been away from home. I’m trying to do better. I am. You know that. But I am not having an affair of all things.

Geoffrey: But I saw them, Nance...

Nancy: [whimpers] You are the only man I’ve ever loved. Please...please believe that. I need you to believe it.

Geoffrey: Nancy..

Nancy: I love you so much. I do.

Geoffrey: [exhales] Nancy-

[car horn beeps]

Nancy: That’s Vanessa. Should I send her away? I could stay home, if you want.

Geoffrey: [frowns] If I want?

Nancy: I don’t have to go. I can stay.

Geoffrey: You should go.

Nancy: Are you sure, Geoffrey?

Geoffrey: if that’s what you want.

Nancy: [gently] I love you.

Vanessa: Ready?

Nancy: Yes. I’m ready.

#the art of being seen #the landgraabs #back after a much needed break now back to the gays and drama and sobbing #10 pts for anyone who can guess what line of work Ms Vanessa is in #we will find out next update wink #sims 4 simblr #ts4 simblr #sims 4 stories #sims 4 #sims

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king-nyx · 1 day ago

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Audrey giggled, smiling at him. She reached up to kiss him, but Apollo pulled away.

Audrey pouted, "I thought you loved me?"

"I do," Apollo said, picking her up easily. "But, you're effectively drunk. So, how about we cuddle?"

Audrey pouted, but didn't say anything. She leaned her head against him as wrapped the blankets around them.

"You're warm," Audrey said.

"So are you."

"I'm not sleepy."

"I know, but it'll make you feel better."

Audrey hugged him tighter, "You'll be here?"

"I'm not going anywhere," Apollo promised, bushing back her hair.

"What if he comes back?"

"Who?"

"Zeus."

Apollo stilled. He kissed the top of her head, "You're safe here, sunshine."

Audrey buried her head in his chest, falling asleep quickly.

Do you think covid existed in the Season? Do you think that for 2020-2021 Zeus couldn't host two Seasons. He had to wait until 2022 when restrictions finally lifted?

I'm gonna assume that covid didn't exist for my own sanity

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euniexenoblade · 2 days ago

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god the people who are so anti fauxcest always end up revealing themselves as having conservative ideas about family. bare with me on this rant, im too high so it wont be mla format it'll just be tma (heh heh heh)

like yeah ok they always target trans women cuz they're transmisogynistic cuz they ignore that cis and het people are more into fauxcest than trans and gay people, like it's literally one of the most popular porn categories. but also part of them always targeting trans women is you'll find they generally target outcasted trans women who are often gay t4t poly and if you get into their politics you'll find they are anti the societal nuclear family concept.

like if you want to abolish the societal idea of a family, ie. ending the nuclear family, not seeing marriage as straight or cis, embrace the idea of found family, embrace the idea that people can have multiple partners they're in love with, you have to accept that terms like "sister" and "mommy" are not blood specific, it's something with meaning to the individual. "yuckie calling your girlfriend sister is incest" like ok but they're not blood related so why fucking care? but also it shows that said person completely falls in line with the conservative view of what a family is.

it's just conservative bullshit. "thats icky so youre not allowed to do it" bitch shut up we both know you're calling someone mommy/daddy

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spiderb00 · 2 days ago

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- FAM OUT - DREAM LIFE

The barking of the dogs awakened Sophia from her perfect world. The Filipina was cooking, she loved doing it after a busy day, and with the house to herself, the peace she felt was what she needed to end the day. As soon as she put the platter in the oven, Sophia heard little footsteps running towards where she was, and then she could finally see the little copies of her running around the house.

"MOM!" Bending down to be at the height of the twins, Sophia opened her arms, being greeted by a slight impact when the two four-year-old twins hugged her.

"Mom, Mommy Yn took us to the playground, and let us play a lot of hours." Samantha, the older twin – only for twelve minutes – said, emphasizing her words by moving her hands.

"And then she took us out for ice cream!" Denver, the younger twin said, covering his mouth with his little hands when he realized what he said.

"Dev! You weren't supposed to tell that part!" Sam said, stomping her foot on the floor and making an angry face that looked a lot like Sophia's.

"No, it's okay, my loves. I don't like it when you eat dessert before dinner, but I'll talk to your mom about it. Now go upstairs and I'll go upstairs to give you a bath, you little dirt." Sophia said, tickling the two children, who ran away screaming and running upstairs.

Seeing the twins' rush, you entered the kitchen, two backpacks in your hands and two stuffed monkeys hanging from your shoulders. As much as Sophia thinks it's great to see you in super sexy mom mode, she knows she has to scold you for giving the twins ice cream ahead of time.

"So, are kisses just for them? Or do I have one too?" Leaning in to give your wife a kiss, you missed the aim, making the kiss fall on Sophia's cheek, as she turned her face in the opposite direction.

"Not really, no kisses for mothers who do not comply with the other mother's orders." Sophia said, looking at you with that face you knew well, the one that gave you chills.

Already knowing that the twins would probably have snitched on you, you decided to go for the foolproof plan, puppy eyes. You knew you shouldn't give the twins ice cream, but they were so cute telling you the list of reasons why you should buy them ice cream.

"Baby, I'm sorry. But they were so cute with those little faces, I couldn't resist." You said, grabbing your wife's waist and making her look at you.

"You have to be tougher on them, Yn." Sophia said, putting her hands on the back of your neck.

"Sorry…" You said, kissing the Filipina on the cheek and hoping that would get you out of the punishment.

"All right." Sophia said, still with a warning look on her face. "But next time you don't escape me."

Shaking your head and with a smile on your face, you kissed Sophia. Your lips fitting perfectly and your tongues fighting for the dominance of the kiss. With one swift movement, you picked Sophia in your lap, placing her on the counter. Feeling your kisses on her neck, Sophia moaned lightly, covering her mouth with one hand so as not to make too much noise.

"Sophia." You called, as you went down your kisses around her neck.

"Say it, baby."

"Sophia." Stopping the kisses, Sophia looked into your eyes, only to see the smile on your face, before you whispered again. "Wake up!" Stunned, Sophia woke up in a jump, seeing you standing next to her on the bed. Looking at the clock on the bedside table, Sophia narrowed her eyes, the digital clock reading 02:34 in the morning.

"Baby, we have a problem."

Continues…

Hello guys, are you okay?

as I said, I really miss Fam out, so I decided to release a preview of what's to come.

This kind of happens in one of the chapters of Fam Out, which I'm still going to release, but I wanted to give you this background.

Any idea of what will happen ahead?

Stay safe and drink water

fam out masterlist

Xoxo, spider

#katseye imagines #katseye x reader #sophia laforteza x reader #famout!yn #fam out thoughts 💭#fam out #spiderb00

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sophism84 · 3 days ago

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My friends from before I was married carried more on their shoulders and with them than so many grown men I know.

So this is just a shot in the dark at how strong they actually are.

Long live us. Because we must live too. But always long live her. Forever. She is one of my greatest friends always. She taught me so much.

I couldn’t carry everyone with me from school to school, but I did the best I could when I had to leave some people behind.

Leaving others behind was never saying I didn’t wanna stay, I had to do more things so I had to leave everything behind. Because more things were to come. And I had to make sure they got done.

The people with me, were with me. I’m so thankful for everyone who learned mandarin.

I’m sorry to my children whom I failed the most. Because of weaknesses programmed into me from birth. My greatest heartache is my weakness in your lives. Right now I just wanna pick up my sword and take some heads off. And bring them to you on a platter. Just to make you feel safe wherever you may be. The seething in me. Makes me scream at strangers when I just wanna be taking heads off. It makes me not wanna get out of bed, when I’d rather be taking heads off. It makes me feel things in me are more dead than alive cause I’d rather be taking heads off. Why taking heads off is not more acceptable anymore I understand but so help me, I wanna gut some people.

I understand why you needed juice that day, because something happened to me and my brother as children and I couldn’t handle the rage so I drug a mattress up w whole hill and laid by a dumpster and told everyone that came. I’m sorry my pain in one life impacted yours to a point I couldn’t even comfort you in such a moment. I didn’t even understand why it was happening to you. Loving this false life we have all become accustomed to. Falsely thinking we are not all interconnected in so many ways. It’s painful. So painful.

So many have fallen at my feet, as we have had to walk on. Not in the fawning way.

It hurts to know they are gone from the path they were on. Because I couldn’t save them from what others had planned. They will be back. When they choose. And maybe we will meet again one day. So I can smile upon their face and embrace them. The thought of meeting some people again or for the first time makes me feel like throwing open my arms and just embracing them.

Hugs are so warranted after a long journey.

The hardest journeys are when there are no hugs at the end. Red wine should never be served warm

Idgaf what wine savants say. Warm red wine is disgusting. Shove it in someone else’s face!

Sometimes I still feel the sharp pain in my feet and wrists. The nailing. It’s beyond painful trust me. I don’t have piercings.

It’s not that I hate metal, I just don’t want it in my body.

When I was 11 the growth over the earrings I had to take them out and seeing blood drip down my own ear was so painful. I think because I felt so many peoples pain when it happened before.

The tears fell so hard and fast straight from the past. The ugly cry was out in full force mirror blinded from my sight by tears. But I took them out. And wiped it all up. After crying them out.

Because today was another day, in another life, and we can only control today. And everything has to be okay today. I might’ve heard a knock on the door and called “just a minute” because I was dealing with a lot. Denying I was crying.

The world is more inside you than outside of you.

Imagine a little planet inside you. Imagine the solar system inside you, because it is in you and all around you.

I wish I could talk to my grandpa today. Just because. We want to end journeys w whom we started with. I want him to hold us all and smell our hair. I want him to talk to my children with light in his eyes like he did me. I want him to hold them and them to know, not all of this road was meant for them. I wish his embrace could heal things I can’t. I wish his tears would fall on their shoulder and they would know how loved they are. It’s unfair my children never got to feel the warmth of such an embrace as that. From such a kind heart. He searches the depths of the ocean for lost souls just for me. He carries cosmos just for me. He might not have been able to hear sound but he heard so many whom were taught not to speak. He was duped by some heartless people. But he never gave up. Because he knew I was showing up soon. And he kept me safe as he could. Swinging in the backyard and there was a tether ball they put up in the backyard for me. He probably saw how I was handling the game at school, I hope he was pleased.

Reminds me of the piece of Swiss cheese in kindergarten. And the slide. And the pride of some children.

We had safety patrol but we made peace patrol w blue jackets for a reason. Times were tough as a kid. And not everyone was having a good time.

I’m so sorry for failing when I wanted to not to the most. So tears will fall for a long time.

One day again I will hold my babies and smell their hair and I will never let go again.

I will cut off heads despite consequences. Without guilt or shame. Without a second thought. I will not refrain. Not anymore. Don’t test me.

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neptilius · 2 days ago

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MR.STEALYOURGIRL

synopsis; satoru gojo takes his role as your work husband seriously

cw ; unprotected , p in v, pussy eating, cheating, probably spelling errors, minors dni!!!

“no phones we aint even gotta talk”

being satoru's work-wife while you have a whole husband at home was a blessing and a curse. you knew what you were getting yourself into and the consequences that would follow but what doesn't help, is when he forgets his place. all the times he almost got you caught up without a care in the world if your husband found out how he fucks you like an animal in heat during your lunch breaks, business dinners, when you stay after hours to make 'deadlines’. he wants you all to himself and you don't miss the dark look in his eyes every time you tell him to back off when its time for you to go home to your husband.

he doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t know how to please you the way satoru does, hell he doesnt even eat pussy…he doesn’t take the time to buy you flowers or even pretend he’s interested in the things you like anymore. you were emotionally checked out and couldn’t find the so called love you had for your husband anymore and it didn’t take much for you to call satoru over the second your husband left for his work trip overseas.

“fuck your so pretty,” he groaned in your ear softly nibbling on your helix as he rubbed his thumb over your right nipple through your thin nightgown and grinding his clothed erection on your sopping cunt.

“toru’ need you so bad.” you mewled at the way he rolled his hips into you. eagerly grazing your manicured nails over his abs.

“gotta prep you first sweetheart.” he moved to the edge of the bed and pulled you down by your ankles to meet him. strong arms pushing your thighs apart as he littered kisses on your hard clit earning soft moans from you.

he glanced up at you, cerulean eyes glazed over with lust. “look at you already falling apart for me, sweetheart. it’s like your body knows who it belongs to.” pressing a french kiss to your mound, making your breath hitch.

“toru…” you whimpered , hips involuntarily bucking against his face.

“patience, baby. gotta take my time with you. can’t have you thinking he ever had a chance.”

the mention of your husband sending a wave of anxiety through your stomach; but it dissipated the moment satoru’s tongue slipped into your entrance, curling and flicking in ways that had your toes curling.

your head fell back against the comforter under you, fingers threaded in his white locks as he devoured you like a starved man. he didnt let up, sucking and licking until your thighs trembled around his head, the obscene wet sounds filling the room.

“fuck, toru- gonna-“ you start but was cut off by the waves of pleasure that surged through your body, leaving you breathless and arching off the bed.

he pulled back just enough to watch you , his chin glistening with your juices as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “thats my girl. so fucking perfect for me.”

without missing a beat, he stood up, unbuckling his belt. his cock strained against his boxers, the outline making your mouth water.

“lemme remind you why you don’t need anyone but me.” he murmured, leaning down to press a sear kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself on him.

pulling his boxers down to free himself , your breath hitched at the sight of him—thick, long, and already leaking for you. he gripped the base, teasing the tip along your still-sensitive folds, spreading your slick over his length with a low groan.

“look at you, sweetheart. always so ready for me,” he muttered, his voice rough and dripping with desire. he leaned down, capturing your lips in another deep kiss as he slowly pushed into you, stretching you inch by inch until he bottomed out.

a choked moan escaped your throat, your fingers digging into his biceps as he held still for a moment, savoring the way your walls clenched around him. “fuck, you feel so good… better than i remembered,” he hissed, pulling back slightly before thrusting back in, making you cry out.

just as the rhythm of his hips picked up, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. the sound made your eyes snap open, heart pounding as you reached for it, but satoru caught your wrist, pinning it above your head.

“leave it,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear as he thrust into you harder, making the bed creak beneath you.

“i-i can’t,” you stammered, your voice breathy and trembling. “it’s… my husband.”

his movements stilled for a moment, a dark grin spreading across his face as he glanced at the glowing screen. “perfect timing. answer it.”

“what?” you whispered, panic and arousal swirling in your chest.

“you heard me,” he said, leaning down to nip at your collarbone. “answer it. let’s see how good you are at pretending.”

the phone buzzed again, the vibrations seeming louder in the tense silence. with a shaky hand, you grabbed it, swiping to answer and bringing it to your ear. “h-hello?” you managed, your voice uneven.

“hey, beautiful ,” your husband’s voice came through the line, warm and unsuspecting. “just wanted to check in on you. how’s everything at home?”

satoru smirked, shifting his hips to thrust into you slowly, dragging along your walls in a way that made it nearly impossible to hold back a moan. your free hand flew to his shoulder, nails digging in as you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood.

“it’s… fine,” you lied, your voice strained as you tried to keep it steady. “everything’s fine. h-how’s your trip?”

“it’s good,” your husband replied, oblivious to the way satoru was rocking into you now, his thrusts deep and deliberate. “just busy, you know how it is. i miss you, though.”

your breath hitched as satoru leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “tell him you miss him too,” he whispered, his voice laced with dark amusement.

“i… i miss you too,” you choked out, your eyes squeezing shut as you fought to keep your composure.

satoru chuckled softly, his pace quickening as he angled his hips to hit that spot that made you see stars. you bit down on your knuckle, desperate to muffle the sounds threatening to escape.

“i’ll be home in a few days,” your husband continued, his tone cheerful. “we should plan a date night or something, just the two of us.”

“y-yeah,” you stammered, your voice trembling as your body tensed beneath satoru’s relentless thrusts. “that… sounds s-so good.”

satoru’s hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles that sent shockwaves through your body. your legs trembled as you struggled to hold back the orgasm building deep in your core.

“well, i won’t keep you,” your husband said. “just wanted to hear your voice. i love you.”

satoru’s grin widened as he mouthed the words, say it back.

“i… i love you too,” you whispered, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue as satoru thrust into you one last time, sending you over the edge.

you barely managed to hang up before the phone slipped from your hand, your body shaking with the force of your release. satoru didn’t stop, riding out your orgasm with a smug look on his face.

“good girl,” he purred, leaning down to kiss you softly. “you did so well.”

the phone lay forgotten on the nightstand as he flipped you over onto your stomach, pressing his chest to your back. “now, let’s see how long it takes for you to forget all about him.”

#jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujutsu satoru #satoru gojo x reader #gojo saturo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk smut #satoru smut #gojo x reader smut #gojo satoru smut

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mapis-putellas · 18 hours ago

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𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚/𝑺.𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒚

Steph woke up to the sharp buzz of her phone vibrating on the nightstand. It was barely light outside, the pale morning light peeking through the curtains. Groggily, she reached for her phone, squinting at the screen to make out the message. Beth had sent a link, accompanied by a message: “Have you seen this? You need to check on her.”

Steph clicked the link, the image loading painfully slowly thanks to her spotty Wi-Fi. The moment it appeared, her stomach dropped. There was no mistaking the scene—Cata, in some dark, neon-lit nightclub, kissing someone who wasn’t you. Her arms were wrapped around the woman, who looked thrilled to be there, and Cata didn’t look the least bit hesitant.

Steph shot up in bed, her heart pounding. Anger and disbelief coursed through her. How could Cata be so careless? So…cruel? It wasn’t just the betrayal. It was the fact that it was so public. That photo was going to be everywhere, and Steph couldn’t imagine the humiliation you’d feel when you saw it. You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve any of it.

Throwing on the first pair of joggers she could find, Steph pulled a hoodie over her head and grabbed her keys. She had no plan other than to get to you as quickly as possible. Her bare feet slipped into trainers as she raced out the door, fumbling with the zip on her hoodie as she practically sprinted to her car.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove through the quiet streets of London, the early morning light casting long shadows over the empty roads. Steph’s mind raced. What if you’d already seen the photo? She knew you—knew how much you loved Cata and how much you trusted her. This would break you. And Steph hated the idea of you going through it alone.

When she pulled up to your flat, she didn’t even bother parking properly, leaving the car half on the curb. She jogged up the stairs, her trainers pounding against the concrete, her breath quick with urgency. When she reached your door, she knocked hard, not caring if she woke the neighbours.

“It’s me,” she called, her voice steady but urgent. “Open up.”

There was a long pause, and Steph felt her chest tighten. Were you ignoring her? Or worse, had something happened? She was about to knock again when she heard the faint click of the lock.

The door creaked open, and the sight of you stopped Steph in her tracks. Your eyes were swollen and red, your cheeks streaked with dried tears. You were wearing one of your old pyjama sets, the fabric rumpled and the neckline stretched from you tugging it up to wipe away your tears. You looked…so sad, like you might fall apart at any moment.

“You’ve seen it,” Steph said softly. It wasn’t a question—it was written all over your face.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. “I woke up to it. Everyone’s sending it to me.”

Steph stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind her. “I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. She reached for you, her hands resting gently on your shoulders, but you crumbled into her arms before she could say anything else.

Your sobs were muffled against her hoodie as you clung to her, your fingers bunching the fabric of her hoodie at her back. “Why did she do this?” you choked out. “I thought—I thought we were happy.”

Steph held you tightly, her chin resting on top of your head as she grazed her hand up and down your back. “I don’t know, love,” she murmured. “But this isn’t on you, okay? None of this is your fault.”

You shook your head against her, tears soaking into the soft fabric of her jumper. “I must have done something wrong. Why else would she—”

“No,” Steph interrupted firmly, pulling back just enough to look at you. Her hands cupped your cheeks, her thumbs wiping away the tears as they fell. “Don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself for her choices. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You sniffled, your eyes searching hers. For what? She didn’t quite know. “Then why, Steph? Why would she do this to me?”

Steph’s jaw tightened, the anger she’d been holding back threatening to spill over. “Because she’s an idiot,” she said bluntly. “And because she doesn’t deserve you.”

You let out a shaky breath, leaning into her touch. “I just don’t understand. She told me she loved me, that I was her everything. And now this?”

Steph’s heart broke at the pain in your voice. She guided you to the sofa, sitting down beside you and pulling you close. “Some people don’t know how to value what they have,” she said softly as she cupped the back of your head. “But that doesn’t mean you’re any less deserving of love, okay? Don’t let her actions make you doubt yourself.”

You nodded, though your shoulders still shook with quiet sobs. Steph stayed silent, her hand rubbing slow circles on your back as she let you cry.

After a while, you pulled back, wiping at your face with the sleeve of your pyjama top. “I don’t even know what to do,” you admitted, your voice hoarse. “Do I call her? Do I ignore her? I just—” You trailed off, shaking your head.

Steph hesitated, not wanting to push you one way or the other. “What do you want to do?” she asked gently.

You looked down at your hands, your fingers fidgeting nervously. “I don’t think I can come back from this,” you said quietly. “Even if she apologised, even if she begged… I’d never be able to trust her again.”

Steph nodded, her hand coming to rest on your knee. “Then maybe that’s your answer,” she said softly. “You don’t owe her forgiveness. You don’t owe her anything.”

You let out a shaky breath, your shoulders slumping in defeat. “I just feel so stupid. I should’ve seen it coming.”

“Hey,” Steph said firmly, tilting your chin up so you were looking at her. “Don’t say that. You trusted her because you loved her. That’s not stupid—that’s human.”

Your lip quivered, fresh tears threatening to spill over. “Why are you so good to me?”

Steph’s expression softened, her hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because you’re my best friend,” she said simply. “And I care about you.”

You managed a weak smile, the corners of your mouth trembling. “Thank you.”

Steph nodded, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you back to her chest. You curled up against her side, sniffling softly as she guided your legs over her lap. She ran her hand up and down your shins as her cheek came to rest on top of your head, and you wrapped your arms around her waist, one behind her, and the other in front so your hands were clutching the material of her jumper just above her hip.

Your eyes flicker closed as she tenderly kissed the top of your head.

Steph stayed with you all day, refusing to leave your side. She made you tea, even though you barely touched it. She threw on your favourite shows, the ones that usually made you laugh, though today they barely managed to coax a smile from you. She didn’t push you to talk, instead letting you come to her when you were ready.

By the time the sun had set, you were curled up on the sofa with a blanket draped over your shoulders, your head resting on Steph’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” you said quietly, though there was a note of hopefulness in your voice.

Steph smiled, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “I’m not going anywhere,” she replied. “Not tonight, not tomorrow, not until you tell me to leave.”

Her words brought fresh tears to your eyes, but this time they weren’t tears of sadness. You leaned into her, your head resting against her chest as her arms wrapped around you.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

Steph pressed a kiss to the top of your head, her voice soft and steady. “You’re not lucky. You’re loved. There’s a difference.”

As you drifted off to sleep in her arms, Steph stayed awake, her thoughts racing. She hated seeing you like this, so broken and vulnerable. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through her at the thought of being the one you turned to.

She pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the rise and fall of your chest as you slept. You needed her right now, and she’d be damned if she let you down.

Steph had practically moved in with you over the next few weeks. It wasn’t official -she still had her own flat- but the number of her hoodies draped over your sofa and trainers left by your front door told a different story. She was always there, ready with a cup of tea when you needed it or a ridiculous story to make you laugh when the sadness crept in. If she noticed the way you clung to her touch just a little too long or the way her presence seemed to calm you more than anyone else’s could, she didn’t say anything. She was just there, solid and steady, and you needed that more than anything.

It had been nearly a month since the photo of Cata had surfaced. You hadn’t spoken to her since the breakup; Steph had taken the liberty of blocking her number on your phone when she saw her name pop up more than once in the first week. You didn’t argue. You were tired of the constant ache in your chest every time her name came up.

Steph had been your rock through it all, and as the days passed, you began to notice things about her that you hadn’t before. Like the way her laugh seemed to light up the room, or how her eyes softened every time she looked at you. She was always thoughtful, always putting you first in ways that made your chest tighten. And, somehow, she made you feel safe-safer than you’d ever felt with anyone else.

One Saturday morning, you were both lounging on the sofa, a random film playing in the background. Steph had made breakfast, her pancakes slightly over cooked but still delicious. You were tucked against her side, her arm draped casually over your shoulders. It was nothing out of the ordinary; Steph had been touchy since the moment you’d met. But this time, you couldn’t ignore the way your skin tingled where her fingers brushed against your arm.

“You’re quiet today,” Steph said, her voice cutting through your thoughts. She tilted her head down to look at you, her brow furrowed in concern.

“Just thinking,” you said softly, not meeting her eyes. Your stomach twisted with something unfamiliar. “About how lucky I am to have you.”

Steph gave you a small smile, her cheeks tinged with pink. “You’ve said that a lot lately.”

“Well, it’s true,” you murmured. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Steph didn’t respond right away. Her fingers moved absentmindedly, tracing patterns on your shoulder. “You’d be fine,” she said after a moment, her voice quiet. “You’re stronger than you think.”

You shifted to look at her, your head tilting slightly. “I don’t feel strong. I feel…lost.”

Steph’s hand stilled, her gaze meeting yours. “You’re not lost,” she said firmly. “You’re just finding your way again. And I’ll be here for as long as it takes.”

Her words made your chest tighten, and you couldn’t help the way your eyes lingered on her face. She was so kind, so steady, and so… beautiful. You felt a flicker of something you couldn’t quite name, something that made your stomach flutter in a way that had nothing to do with nerves.

“Steph,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you repeated, your voice trembling slightly.

Steph’s brows knitted together, her hand moving to cup your cheek. “Hey, don’t get all teary on me again,” she said with a small, teasing smile. “You’re going to make me cry too, and I’m not a pretty crier.”

You laughed, the sound breaking through the tension. “Liar. You’re pretty no matter what.”

Steph froze, her eyes widening slightly. You realised what you’d said a second too late, and your cheeks flushed with heat.

“I mean-” you started, but Steph cut you off with a soft laugh.

“Thanks, love,” she said, her tone light, though there was something in her eyes that made your stomach flip.

You both fell silent, the air between you shifting. You were hyper-aware of how close you were, of the warmth of her hand against your cheek and the way her eyes seemed to search yours for something. Your heart was pounding, your thoughts racing with things you weren’t ready to admit yet.

“I should…uh, clean up,” Steph said suddenly, pulling back and standing up. She avoided your gaze as she gathered the empty plates and headed to the kitchen, leaving you staring after her, your heart still racing.

Over the next few days, the tension between you only grew. Steph seemed more cautious around you, her usual easygoing demeanour replaced with something more guarded. You caught her looking at you when she thought you weren’t paying attention, her eyes soft and full of something you couldn’t quite place. And you…well, you couldn’t stop thinking about her. About the way she made you laugh, the way she held you when you cried, the way she looked at you like you were the most important person in the world.

It all came to a head one evening when you were both sitting on the balcony, the sun setting over the city. You’d brought out a bottle of wine, the two of you sharing it as you talked about everything and nothing. The conversation had drifted to your childhoods, and you were laughing at one of Steph’s stories about her disastrous attempt at baking a birthday cake for her mum.

“You really thought salt and sugar were the same thing?” you teased, your laughter making your cheeks ache.

“I was seven!” Steph protested, though she was laughing too. “How was I supposed to know?”

You shook your head, your laughter dying down as you looked at her. The warm light of the sunset bathed her face, highlighting flush on her cheeks and the soft curve of her smile. She was beautiful, and the realisation hit you like a truck.

“Steph,” you said softly, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city.

She looked at you, her smile fading as her brows furrowed. “Yeah?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding. “I…I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said, echoing the words you’d said so many times before. But this time, there was a weight to them, a meaning that hadn’t been there before.

Steph’s eyes searched yours, her expression unreadable. “You’d be fine,” she said, her voice steady. “But I don’t think I would.”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Your stomach flipped, your chest tightening as the meaning of her words sank in.

“Steph…” you started, but she shook her head, cutting you off.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” she said quickly, her cheeks flushing. “Forget I said anything.”

“No,” you said firmly, reaching out to grab her hand. “Don’t do that. Don’t brush it off.”

Steph looked at you. “I just…I care about you,” she said softly. “A lot. And I know it’s not the right time, and I don’t want to mess things up, but-”

“You’re not messing anything up,” you interrupted, your voice trembling. “Steph, I… I think I care about you too.”

Her eyes searched yours, hope flickering in her expression. “You do?”

You nodded, your heart pounding. “Yeah. I do.”

Steph stared at you for a long moment, her eyes wide and searching, as if she couldn’t quite believe what you’d just said. Her hand was still in yours, her fingers trembling slightly against your palm. Neither of you moved, the tension crackling in the air between you, until she finally spoke, her voice soft and hesitant.

“You mean that?” she asked, her words barely above a whisper.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I do, Steph. I mean it.”

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something else, but the words never came. Instead, she shifted closer to you, her free hand moving tentatively to your cheek. Her touch was warm and careful, as though she was afraid you might pull away. You didn’t. You leaned into her touch, your eyes locking with hers, and the unspoken feelings that had been building for weeks, maybe months, hung heavy in the air.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” Steph murmured, her voice trembling.

You shook your head, your breath catching as your hand moved to rest on her thigh. “I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered.

That was all she needed. Her eyes flickered to your lips for the briefest moment before she closed the distance between you, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was impossibly soft and tentative. It was as if she was testing the waters, giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. You leaned into her, your hand sliding up to her neck as you kissed her back, your heart pounding in your chest.

Her lips were warm and slightly chapped, and she tasted faintly of the wine you’d been drinking. The kiss was gentle, almost shy, but there was something electric about it, something that made your entire body hum with warmth. Steph’s hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, her fingers threading through your hair as she deepened the kiss ever so slightly, her confidence growing with every passing second.

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads rested together, your breaths mingling as you tried to steady yourselves. Steph’s eyes fluttered open, and the vulnerability in her gaze made your chest ache in the best way.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “I was so scared you wouldn’t feel the same.”

You smiled, your thumb brushing against her jawline as you tilted your head to look at her. “I think I’ve wanted it too. I just didn’t realise it until now.”

Her lips curved into a soft smile, her cheeks flushed as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t want this to ruin what we have,” she said, her tone laced with both hope and fear. “You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” you promised. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Steph exhaled a shaky breath, her thumb grazing your cheek as she smiled at you. “You’re so important to me, you know that?”

“You’re important to me too,” you said softly, leaning in to kiss her again. This time, the kiss was less hesitant, more sure, as if all the walls you’d both been holding up had finally come down. It was sweet and slow, a moment that felt like it had been years in the making.

When you pulled away again, you couldn’t help but laugh softly, the weight that had been pressing on your chest for weeks finally lifting. “So…this is a thing now, isn’t it?”

Steph chuckled, her arms slipping around your waist as she pulled you closer. “Yeah, I think it is. You okay with that?”

“More than okay,” you said with a grin, leaning into her touch. “I think we’re going to be really good at this.”

“Yeah?” Steph asked, her tone teasing as she raised an eyebrow. “You’re not going to get tired of me being around all the time?”

“Never,” you said without hesitation, your voice soft but sure. “You’re my safe place, Steph. I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

Her smile widened, and she pressed a kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering for a moment before she pulled back. “Well, for the record, you’re my safe place too. Always have been.”

The two of you sat there for a while, wrapped up in each other, and for the first time in weeks, you felt like everything was exactly as it was meant to be.

Anon, I hope I did this justice. Also, I adore Cata, so no hate toward her. I just needed a bad guy 😬

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#steph catley x reader #steph catley #woso community #woso x reader #woso appreciation #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso one shot

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hazymoonlinh · 3 days ago

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🤔 phainon x astral express member fem reader

Like he is fall in love with her in first sight when he first meeting with the other astral express member. In that scene when he suddenly appear and then he cut dan heng's weapon into two, thats where they first meet.

👀 Imagine how he try to impress fem reader by showing of his skill and flirt with her

Ahaha I have a lot of draft I write for him and my OC just like this. So this kinda base on those draft.

Really really love this! I hope you like it!

Our first meeting.

(Fluff, Phainon is head over heels with reader.)

Fem!reader.

“You’ve got something interesting,” Phainon drawled, his icy blue eyes scanning the group.

The clash of steel rang out sharply, echoing through the quiet ground of the abyss of fate. Phainon, with his usual flamboyant flair, emerged like a thunderbolt, took the trailblazer’s bat as he sliced Dan Heng’s spear clean in two. He landed with a smirk that could rival the sun, looking every bit the arrogant warrior he was known to be.

But then he saw her.

Among the stalwart crew of the Astral Express, she stood out—not because of her combat stance or any defiant glare, but simply because she existed. Her eyes, her presence, the way she carried herself—it hit him like a strike to the chest. For the first time in what felt like centuries, Phainon faltered.

“Oh,” he said under his breath, his smirk slipping for the briefest of moments.

“Who are you?” she demanded, stepping forward, her gaze sharp.

Phainon recovered quickly, his trademark grin returning. “Who am I? Why, I’m the one who’s just stolen your heart, darling.”

The group collectively groaned, except for her. She blinked, clearly taken aback. “Excuse me?”

“Forgive me,” Phainon said, his tone deliberately melodramatic as he placed a hand over his chest. “I wasn’t expecting to meet someone so radiant today. I’m Phainon, by the way. Remember the name—I’ll make sure it’s worth your while.”

“Is he serious?” The Trailblazer whispered to Dan Heng, who was still glaring at his broken weapon.

“Unfortunately,” Dan Heng muttered.

From that moment on, Phainon became a constant presence, much to the frustration of the rest of the two Astral Express crew. Wherever she went, he wasn’t far behind, finding every excuse to be close to her.

“Need help?” he asked one day, leaning casually against a wall as she searched through the streets of the Okhema for treasures.

“I’m fine,” she said without looking at him, crouched over a map.

“Come on,” he said, stepping closer. “A treasure hunt’s no fun without a partner. Besides,” he added, flashing a dazzling smile, “I’m quite good at finding hidden things. Like your heart, for example.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I try,” he said with a wink, pulling out his weapon and twirling it effortlessly. “But in all seriousness, two sets of eyes are better than one. I’ll even let you keep all the treasure we find—consider it my gift to you.”

“Fine,” she relented, standing up and brushing off her hands. “But no more flirting.”

“Deal,” Phainon said, though his grin made it clear he had no intention of keeping that promise.

It didn’t take long for his antics to become a regular occurrence. Whether it was showing off his combat skills by slicing through imaginary enemies with theatrical flourishes or insisting on calling her nicknames like “starlight” and “darling,” Phainon seemed determined to leave an impression.

“Why do you keep doing this?” she asked one day as they walked through the streets, the sun casting a warm glow over the city.

“Doing what?” he asked innocently, though his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Following me. Flirting with me. Trying so hard to impress me.”

He stopped walking, his expression softening. “Because I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he said, his voice sincere. “And I don’t want to miss my chance.”

For a moment, the playful mask slipped, revealing a glimpse of the man behind it. And though she wasn’t quite ready to admit it, something about him was beginning to grow on her.

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Few days later.

By now, Phainon had become a fixture in her daily life. His teasing had shifted into something more gentle, his playful remarks often followed by acts of genuine kindness. She’d catch him looking at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention, his gaze softening in a way that felt different than before.

One evening, after a particularly difficult mission, Phainon appeared outside her quarters, holding something behind his back.

“Phainon, what now?” she asked, her tone flat but not unkind.

He grinned, stepping closer. “I’ve got a surprise for you, darling. Close your eyes.”

She raised an eyebrow, wary but intrigued. “A surprise? I’m not going to like this, am I?”

“Just trust me,” he said, his voice dropping lower, playful but gentle.

Reluctantly, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, he was holding out a small, delicate flower—an exotic bloom with silver petals that shimmered faintly under the light.

“It’s a flower from a faraway land,” he said. “One that only blooms for those who capture my heart. Consider it a token of my affection.”

She stared at the flower for a long moment, the sincerity in his voice settling over her like a gentle warmth. “Phainon…”

“Don’t say a word,” he murmured, leaning a little closer. “I know I’m not easy to deal with. But I’m persistent. And for some reason, I can’t seem to stay away from you.”

She smiled softly, unable to hold it back. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He chuckled, handing her the flower. “Impossible… or irresistible? I’ll let you decide, starlight.”

In the days that followed, Phainon continued to find ways to be near her, whether it was sharing his battle strategies, teasing her during downtime, or offering to help with anything she needed—just so he could be close. There was no escaping him, but somewhere along the way, it began to feel less like an annoyance and more like a comforting constant.

Phainon, with all his pride, flirtation, and ever-present smirk, had carved a place in her life—and maybe, just maybe, she was starting to see him in a different light.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail phainon #phainon honkai star rail #phainon x y/n #phainon x you #hsr phainon #phainon hsr #phainon x reader #phainon #hazymoonlinh

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necroliberty · 17 hours ago

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I named a varient of Dream "Broken Dream" too. But they are so different. Here is the only picture I have of him.

Though I first made it for zero infinity and for an oc, I dumped a while ago. I want to at least make him stand on his own. I gave him a hoodie because all Sanses have depression. You can't tell me otherwise. Also, because that varient needs to have a blanket on him 24/7

So this is Broken Dream (the Dream who gave up) Trigger warning for depression and suicide attempt. (Can you believe that last part actually triggers me too. So yeah, it will be lightly mentioned.)

Dream always smiled with his friends, rains or shines. Only in fights against Nightmare and his gang did his smiles ever falter. Nightmare was right that his smile was a mask and this frown was his true feeling. But Nightmare was blinded by his own pride and bitterness to realise one thing. Dream wasn't hiding a spiteful venom born from the same negativity as him. Dream was depressed.

Swap Sans noticed but couldn't help him, so he left. Unable to deal with Dream ravenous needs for his own endless well of positivity. He knew that walking away would hurt Dream, but staying was going to destroy Swap. Of course he was absolutely right.

Ink Sans never cared, either in my au where he is souless with pills that gives him a baseline of emotion all day every day, but no attachement. Or the chaos gremlins we all know and love. Dream's depression when it comes to his past and his brother, now also Cross and Swap. Was just annoying, something he should have pushed past by now. But Dream, as this maladaptive, needs to tell everyone he was fine. Ink left too, he had work to do, and Dream was ruining the vibe.

So it went a day where Dream faced the Nightmare gang alone. The more he fought, the more he could feel his own soul break. He just couldn't do it anymore. His own team had left him, but Nightmare didn't destroy his. Even his crazy relationship with Killer worked, it fucking worked when it shouldn't. But he couldn't, wouldn't let it show.

Because their is one reason why Nightmare never could feel how destroyed Dream was emotionally. Dream always coated his worst emotion in a pure positive aura. One reason was to not give Nightmare more ressource and power. But the other reason is that Dream legitimately thinks he has no right to cry or feel negative. He wasn't there when his brother needed him the most.

But in that last fight, Nightmare said something the pierced Dream's soul completely. He doesn't fully remember what it was. But it shattered his carefully laid shield. The unflow of negativity was so great from one soul that Nightmare stopped. The gang followed suit, noticing how much stronger the aura of their boss was. Dream didn't cry, though. He never cried. He didn't deserve to. So he simply took his soul, the last golden apple, and presented it. "You won, that's what you want, right? So take it." Dream threw the apple at Nightmare as he felt his own body grow lethargic.

Nightmare took the last apple, as he saw how defeated his brother truly was. He didn't let time for his body to dust over. He couldn't put a soul back when it was so fully rejected. Well, he could, but it wouldn't be easy. With his own negativity turned to dark liquid, he forced the apple back inside. Now, the apple itself was protected by the tar like substance that made Nightmare. But it also rendered Dream completely powerless. Nightmare never told the truth on why he kept Dream alive. Talking about wanting how far Dream could fall. About that, he loves picking up the trash that no one else wanted. Not that even in his blinding rage, the depression from Dream was so great he wanted to do everything to get him back.

But Dream was never the same. Because in a world like this, a world he had failed so completely. Broken dreams were all that was left.

More "Broken Dream".

More of " Broken dream". Man the silly little idea got a bit too much attention. How did one of my inspiration like it ???😭 Wthhhh

The is mainy the full body might change some details later ig. Lore is planed.

#undertale #utmv au #brokendream #dreamtale #dream sans #my own version #angst

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mediocre-writing · 3 days ago

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Fic recs Yoongi

Some fics I read this week, and I need to make people read them too lol I'll probably do it with the other members too.

Interlude | MYG | Series Masterlist @yoongiofmine (Idol!Yoongi X Deaf!Reader)

Summary: All Yoongi wanted was to use the last few months before enlisting to work on his solo projects, prepare for his tour. When the silence left around him as his members started to go one by one got too loud, he needed to find something else to fill in the void. But Yoongi would never have guessed that it would come in the form of you… Someone he would never expect to fall in love with.

– This is simply the most beautiful Yoongi series I've ever read.

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The Consequences of Fucking Up @borathae

“Your break up was messy and painful. All you want to do is to forget about him. His friends, who ever since you ended it with Yoongi see you as their bullying target, make sure that the memory of him stays fresh in your mind however, haunting you day by fucking day. While Yoongi makes it seem as if he gives no fuck about your situation. Until one night he is in front of your door. Drunk and fucking regretful.”

– You won't regret reading it, trust me.

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his entire world | min yoongi x f!reader | a serendipitous life series @serendipitous-seven

summary: you and yoongi are trying to enjoy your friends' wedding with a very fussy baby

– THIS WAS ONE OF THE SOFTEST THINGS I'VE EVER READ 😭💞

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F*ck Tradition | Yoongi @dancinglikebutterflywings ( Min Yoongi x Fiancee!Reader)

- Synopsis: Y/N takes Yoongi with her to go wedding dress shopping because her fiancées opinion is the only one that matters.

– I feel like this story and this writer deserves much more recognition, MY GOD IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL.

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you're okay | myg (m) @taegularities

Summary: Let it hurt and burn. Let it out; and then let it fade away. Let it heal. Yoongi can't lift all your burdens, but he has taught you at least this much over the years.

– This here comforted my heart in a way 😭😭💞💞

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ex-things - m.yg. @namfinessed

summary: over the years, everything you've owned has belonged to yoongi and everything yoongi's owned has belonged to you but when you break up, everything is your's and everything is his but none of it belongs to the two of you anymore and both of you can't stand it.

– That was adorable and made me smile like a fool.

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impression | yg @namjoonchronicles

↳ summary many forgot that when you marry someone, you marry their family too, at least that’s how Asian family is like

– This is so cute, I love the husband!Yoongi

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The Final - Day 02 | MYG | ONESHOT @yoongiofmine

Summary: You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?

– it made me wild and crazy

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dissertation | yg @namjoonchronicles

↳ summary many people doubted your union, how exactly an artist with as much influence as yoongi be a husband to a wife that is still studying.

– Yoon being the person we all need, This writer is wonderful, please give him a chance. (I'm telling you this writer is amazing)

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Shy - Yoongi X Reader @7ndipity

Summary: You’re desperately craving your boyfriend's attention, but are too shy to ask for it outright. Luckily, Yoongi knows what you want anyway.

– This is something cute and warm.

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YES, I WILL DO MORE BECAUSE WE HAVE MANY TALENTED WRITERS.

#yoongi x you #yoongi scenarios #yoongi x reader #yoongi #bts x fem!reader #bts x reader #suga x reader #min yoongi #fanfic #fic rec #fic recs #yoongi recs #suga fic #bts recs #bts fic #bts #bangtan #jungkook x reader

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teliphone · 3 days ago

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Help me, Professor

Summary: You have always heard the view of students falling in love with their professors, but what if you are the professor? You have been a teacher at this university for a while. One of their top students, Aeri Uchinaga, more known as Giselle, starts developing a deep crush on you. You try to keep things professional, but you are both adults. Feelings are hard to avoid.

Warning(s): Smut, Oral, Fingering, Jealousy, Fem!Reader

Word count: 4k

“Professor, I printed all the papers you asked me,” Your female student, Giselle, chirps. She happily hands you the piles of paper. You widen your eyes in amusement. You didn’t expect her to be so fast. You touch the edge of the documents before looking up at her. She has her hands behind her back, cheeks pink, and staring brightly at you.

“You did a good job,” You compliment. You pat her head gently with a smile. She’s the only student here that dyed their hair bright pink. It makes her stand out among the students. Her cheeks turn noticeably red, making you retract your hand. You grip the pile of paper.

“Do you need anything else?” She asks quickly. You shake your head slowly, trying to remember if there were more tasks.

“No, that is all I needed for today,” You thank her. She averts her eyes to the ground and pouts. Your heart squeezes a little due to how cute she is. You wish you could pinch her cheeks, but that would be inappropriate.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” You turn your body to the side, ‘You should go home, it’s getting late.” Giselle stares at you as you walk away. She frowns again, wishing that she could spend more time with her favorite teacher. As you walk, you bite your bottom lip. You curse yourself for feeling things more than just a simple encounter. Giselle is a sweetheart and you’re just her favorite teacher. That’s all.

Once you make it into your classroom you place the paper pile onto your desk. You turn and lean your body against the wood. The room is quiet and filled with empty student desks. Your eyes stop at a certain desk. Giselle's desk. She loves to sit at the front, preferably near your desk. You’ve always caught her staring deeply at you. She’s never shy about it nor does she look away when you make eye contact. You’re always the first to break it, secretly clenching your fist.

Knowing about Giselle was easy. She’s the top student. She’s in multiple clubs and always volunteers at school. Every staff member knew her and all had kind words about her. The students love her and she quickly became popular. Though it was never ever your business, you couldn’t help but notice she never had a boyfriend. You’ve seen her reject her classmates countless times.

You glance at the clock and clear your throat.

“Alright class is over. Quickly recap, we have a guest speaker next week. If you attend, you will get extra credit,” You announce scanning around the room. The students quietly nod their heads and begin packing their bags. You quickly glance at Giselle who is busy applying lip gloss to her lips. Her eyes connect with you and you immediately look away. You return to your desk and focus on your laptop. You read over some emails and reply to them. The sounds of each student leaving the class start to get quiet. You still notice a pink-haired girl in your peripheral vision.

“Class ended Giselle,” You speak up, not looking away from your laptop. She smiles and places her chin on her hand. She tilts her head as she admires you working quickly. She doesn’t reply, which makes you look up from your screen. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. She continues to stare sweetly at you not saying a word. You feel your heart skip a beat, but your face remains emotionless.

“Is there a problem-”

“I need help,” Giselle finally speaks up. You’re stunned for a moment. You lower your laptop screen and avert your full attention to her.

“With?”

“With homework,” She frowns. You let out a soft laugh of disbelief. It was hard to believe her considering she is a perfect A student. She never asked for help before.

“I can set you up with a tutor-”

“I think being taught by you would be the best,” She bats her eyelashes. You nervously fidget with your fingers. You’re starting to understand her behavior.

She has an interest in you. She’s always staying behind after class. She’s always helping you out, even with the smallest task she would gladly do it. She likes to drop subtle hints here and there.

“Giselle, it’s getting late again. You should go,” You kindly urge her. She stares out the window.

“It’s raining. I don’t have an umbrella,” She pouts. You sigh and stare at the one umbrella at the door.

“You can borrow my umbrella,” You offer. She widens her eyes, you can see the sparkle behind her dark orbs.

“But what will you use?” She whines.

“I’ll… figure something out,”

“No. I refuse. I’m not going anywhere,” She grumbles. You realize how stubborn she can be.

“We can use it together,” You suggest. You didn’t find it that inappropriate. You’re just helping a student and yourself out. Giselle seems to light up at the idea.

So here you are, walking closely with Giselle under one umbrella. You try your best to keep a distance which makes your other shoulder wet. She notices and wraps her arm around your bicep. She tugs you closer, her breast squeezing against your arm. Your cheeks turn pink at her closeness.

“Teacher, you’re getting wet,” She whispers. You mentally curse yourself for having a dirty mind. She hides her smile behind your arm. She knew what she was saying.

“Where do you live?” You change the subject.

“I live a couple blocks that way,” She points in a direction. You quietly nod your head and begin walking that way. Giselle doesn’t mind the silence. She is enjoying herself being pressed up against you. She can freely analyze you.

She takes notes of your scent and features. If it was possible to have heart eyes, she would have one right now. You keep staring forward, refusing to look at her. She giggles and hugs you closer to her. She finds you really cute for being shy.

You finally make it to the front steps of her place. Giselle stops right in front of you, under the umbrella. Soft sounds of raindrops hit the surface.

“Thank you,” She smiles.

“Of course. I like to help out my students,” You smile back. She shyly averts her attention away from you. She plays with the heel of her foot. Suddenly she leans forward and gives you a soft kiss on your cheeks. You widen your eyes in shock. She pulls away from the kiss to carefully watch your reaction. She wanted to see if you liked it or not. You stand in silence for a moment. You place a hand over your heart to feel it beating fast. Your cheeks turn red. She smiles and slowly nods her head playfully.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, professor,” She cooes before running in.

Ever since then, she has started to shamelessly flirt with you. The more she does it, the more she becomes brave.

She traps you against the classroom door, locking both hands beside you. Underneath her messy bangs, her dark and playful eyes analyze your face. Her scent fogs your thinking. You nervously clench the bottom of your button-up shirt. You can see a smile slowly creep on her glossy pink lips. You force your eyes shut, trying to focus on your uneasy breathing. She tilts her head in amusement. She finds you cute for being nervous, considering how you’re older than her. She places a finger in the loop of your pants and tugs you closer to her. Your lower stomach rubs against her. Heat rises in your body. You immediately put your hands on her shoulder in an attempt to stop.

“You shouldn’t be doing this. I am your teacher,” You whisper harshly. You glance nervously to the side, staring at the empty desks. She softly chuckles as she wraps her arm around your waist, keeping you locked against her. She leans close to your face. Her lips graze gently against the shell of your ears. Your breathing hicks.

“Teach me how to please you,” She purrs before dipping down to lick your neck. Her wet tongue brushes before she places a soft kiss over it. You grip her shoulders and lean your head back against the door. You can hear the kisses she coats your neck with.

“Professor, tell me,” She whispers. Your eyelid feels heavy as you stare down at her. She still has that playful smile on her lips. Your brain clouds with lust as you gently brush her soft hair. Her long locks fall easily between your fingers.

“Professor”

“Professor!”

You jerk back in surprise, nearly knocking down the pile of paper on your desk. You place a hand on your beating heart and stare at the male student. He stands in front of your desk looking at you worriedly. You fake a cough and quickly straighten your back to act calm.

“Class ended a while ago,” You state. He smiles and plays with the heel of his foot.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. You were in deep thought. I didn't know how to approach you,” He explains. You give him a gentle smile to assure him you’re okay. You clasp your hands together on top of your desk. Brightly peering up at him.

“What can I do to help you?” You ask. He shyly rubs the side of his head.

“I am a little confused about today's subject. I was wondering if you could teach me,”

“Which part of the lesson?” You worry, moving the papers on your desk to the side so he can place his journal. He smiles happily and immediately takes a seat on the extra chair.

As you continue to help him out, you can’t help but notice how close he tends to lean over the desk. You could also feel him staring at you instead of the textbook. You decide to ignore it because it could mean nothing. You end the tutoring after fifteen minutes of knowing he could understand the subject. He beams and gathers his things.

“Thank you so much, teacher! You’re the best!” He chirps while skipping out the door. You find your student adorable. A smile creeps onto your lips as you stare at your wooden desk.

There are two soft knocks on the door, making you look up. Her.

Giselle's smile radiates when you make eye contact with her. She pushes herself off the door and walks to you. Her hand clasps behind her back, and her hips sway side to side. She is extremely pretty, almost like a doll. You notice a lollipop stick sticking between her glossy lips. Instead of taking a seat on the chair, she decides to squeeze between you and sit on your desk. She crosses her legs slowly, exposing her soft thighs and the pink thong underneath her skirt. You blush before looking up at her. She twirls the lollipop stick with her fingers. You watch her lips wrap around the red candy.

“He was a little close,’ She breaks the silence, ‘-Don't you think?” Her voice is sweet, but her tone is cold. You lean back into your seat with no expression. You let out a soft laugh of disbelief. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Is she jealous?

“He is just a student I was helping,” You explain. She leans her body weight on one arm. She shrugs, her face expressing ‘whatever.’

“I am a student too,” She chuckles. You quickly glance at the door in caution.

“You’re different,” You whisper. She plops the lollipop out of her mouth, licking her bottom lip while looking deep into your eyes. She uncrosses her legs and slides one of her feet between your knees.

“I don’t like sharing,” She warns before placing her lollipop between your lips. You open your mouth, and she examines you suck on the candy. A soft hum comes from her throat. She slides off the desk and begins making her way to the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” She says before walking out. Your tongue brushes against the candy, coating it with the sweet, sugary cherry flavor. You fail to notice that on the other side of the wall is the male student. He stands frozen in shock at what he just witnessed. He was heading back to grab his forgotten pen, not expecting to see you with company. He could sense that the behavior between you and the female student was abnormal. Deep in thought, he walks away from the door with his head down. He makes it outside the front doors when suddenly he stumbles backward from impact. He glares up to see Giselle standing with her arms crossed. Her lips curl into a grin.

“Peeking tom,” She teases, pointing a finger at him. He slaps her hand away from his face in annoyance. He averts his gaze to hide his blushing cheeks. She starts circling him with her arms behind her back. She stops in front of him and leans close to his face. Her chest peeks out of the white button-up shirt. He smells a faint sweet cherry candy scent coming from her.

“Jealous?” She whispers. He pushes her back by the shoulders. She lets out a soft grunt before chuckling. He furrows his eyebrows in concern. He thinks she’s insane.

“I knew it,” She whispers under her breath. She knew he had an interest in her favorite teacher. She could tell by how he looked at her. She starts to pout playfully and places her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“Poor you. I don’t think she sees you that way,” She smirks.

‘You don't know that,” He snaps. She narrows her eyes at his confidence. She had no idea he had some type of fight in him. She suddenly finds him more interesting and fun. She turns her head and sees you walking down the hallway. Her heart races in excitement.

“We’ll see about that,” She whispers. Her lips touch the shell of his ears. He leans away in disgust but quickly stops when he sees you walking out the door. He watches how your eyes examine Giselle. For a second, he sees you furrow your eyebrows. You spare him a glance before looking back at Giselle.

“I didn’t expect to see you two here,” You point out, smiling kindly. You stand straight with your head high to show authority as a professor. Giselle tugs him closer and smiles brightly.

“Just hanging out with my cute friend, that's all,” She beams while pinching his cheeks. He grumbles and tries to fight against her. Your smile nearly drops at how touchy she’s being, but you quickly recover.

“That’s sweet,” You keep it short. You can sense the conversation coming to a quick end.

“Well, it was nice seeing you two here. I shall take my leave now,” You excuse yourself. As you take a step forward, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. You widen your eyes at the culprit. Giselle has a pouty face again as she clenches onto you. You try tugging your arm away but it causes her to grip harder. Her chest presses against your arm. Heat rises all over, making your cheeks turn pink.

“Giselle-” You gasp.

“Teacher~ Please get home safe okay?” She hums cutely. You nervously gulp. All your facade seems to be sinking down the drain fast. You quickly glance at the male student who is watching closely to everything.

“I will. Thank you,” You choke out, trying your best to end this moment. Giselle’s eye seems to sparkle. She nuzzles her face against your neck cutely, but that makes you turn red. You pull yourself away from her successfully. You nervously laugh it off.

“I will leave now,” You command. You look at Giselle deeply as if you were warning her before leaving. They watch you closely and quietly. Once you were away from their view, Giselle started laughing softly. She wraps her arm around the male student, leaning her chin onto his shoulder.

“See,” She grins. He doesn’t respond. He is speechless.

From then on, he was no longer a problem.

Giselle closes the classroom door and turns the lock. You’re busy typing away on your laptop to notice her locking it. She slowly makes it over to your desk. The day is getting darker, but it’s not new to find Giselle staying after hours to spend time with you.

Giselle gently pushes the laptop screen down. She takes a seat on the desk, blocking you from the laptop. You peer up at her in confusion.

“I need help again,” She begins.

“With today's subject? I thought I went over it slowly-“

“No with something else,” She cuts. You furrow your eyebrows. Before you can ask more, she reaches down to touch your hands. She brings it up to lap and plays with your fingers.

“I feel tense in my lower stomach,” She explains slowly. You shyly gulp, feeling your body heat up again. She lets go of your fingers and runs her finger in your hair. She pulls you closer and kisses your forehead.

“You know you’re really cute right?” She hums. She peppers kisses all over your cheeks making you giggle. You place your hands around her waist. She bites her bottom lip and traps you around her thighs. Her pink hair falls over her shoulders and touches your arm. She uses her other hand to lift your chin. She smiles sweetly when you lock eyes with her. She kisses you softly, shutting her eyes. You kiss back with the same gentleness. She turns her head, brushing her nose against yours. She teases you by softly biting your bottom lip. She tried to deepen the kiss, but you pull away, chest moving up and down fast.

“Wait- the door,”

“I locked it,” She shushes you by kissing you again. Her hand lowers and she starts cupping your chest. You quietly moan feeling your body heat up.

“We shouldn’t,” You manage to say among the kisses. You get up from your seat, trapping her body between your hands. She smiles because you didn’t fight back. She knows you want to. She starts unbuttoning your shirt one by one. The cold air makes your skin prickle as she exposes your bra. She starts kissing your boobs. She enjoys feeling the plush under her lips. You grip her hair gently, keeping her between your chest.

As she continues kissing you she moves her hand down to your pants. She quickly unbuttons your pants and shoves her hand in. Her fingers find the middle of your core and rub. You moan, tilting your head back.

“You like that?” She chuckles between your boobs. You nod your head feeling your pleasure build up. She removes her hand from your pants causing you to whine. She leans back onto the desk, spreading her legs. You see her white panties underneath her skirt.

“I’ve been a good girl. Help me first,” She purrs. You quickly tug her panties off and shove them into your desk drawer. The white button-up on her starts to feel stuffy. She unbuttons the top few, letting her chest peek out. She watches you closely, resting on her elbow. You sit on your chair and spread her thighs apart. Her pink core makes your lower stomach feel butterflies. You lick your lips in eagerness. You spread her folds and give her a small kitten lick. You start to lick up her slit over and over. She tilts her head back in pleasure. Her core leaks out juices, coating your tongue. Your nose brushes against her clit and she jerks ups.

You give her a couple more licks before flicking your tongue against her clit. She grips her hand onto your head and moans. You wrap your lips around the bud and begin to suck.

“You taste so good,” You purr, causing her to moan loudly. She buckles her hips up. You hold her down by the thighs. You lick harsher, becoming more pussydrunk. The sound of her wetness becomes louder each time you suck and flick your tongue. She bites back her moans. Her eyebrows furrow in pleasure as she watches you. She begins to feel her lower stomach start to tense.

“Keep going, I’m so close!” She chokes out. She grips her boobs and opens her mouth to pant. Her pink bangs begin to stick to her forehead. You pull away from her core. A trail of her juice connects to your lips.

“Your mouth belongs on my pussy,” She moans, forcing your mouth back onto her core. She moans and jerks her hip. You can hear her moans becoming louder and more high-pitched.

“Fuck! Professor, I'm so close. Please please,” She whines feverishly. You give her clit a hard suck and that pushes her over the edge. She cries out and thrusts her core deeper into your mouth. Her juice runs down your chin and drips onto your lap. She cusses and pulls away. Her body jerks in pleasure. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand.

Giselle recovers and slowly sits up from the desk. She wraps her hand behind your neck and pulls you into a kiss. She mumbles soft “thank you’s” between the kisses. She loops her fingers around your waist, signaling you to take off your pants. You quickly pull your pants off, leaving your bottom bare. You feel excitement rush throughout your body. While you were eating her out, your core was pulsing painfully.

Giselle gets off the desk and switches position. You’re now pressed against the edge of the desk. She runs her fingers along your core, happily to find out how wet you already are.

“Turn around for me,” She orders. You obey and turn your body to face the classroom. Suddenly you feel her press up against you. You bite your lower lip as you feel more turned on. Her skirt rubs against your ass. She leans her chin onto your shoulders and kisses your ears.

“Spread your legs baby,” She cooes. You listen and it allows her to shove two fingers into your cunt. You moan and push your butt into her. She thrusts her fingers deep into you. Wet sounds can be heard.

“Hear that professor? You’re being fucked by your lovely student,” She whispers. You shut your eyes and moan loudly. Her pace doesn’t slow down. She wants you to come. You grip onto your desk, your legs begin to shake. She moves her other hand up to your boobs to squeeze them. She plays with your nub between two fingers. All the movement she’s doing is drawing you closer to your high. She can tell by how loud you’ve become. She starts to worry people outside could hear you, but she begins to smile. You’re so loud and needy for her. Her favorite teacher is dripping to her fingers. She quickens her pace.

“Come for me,” She licks your ear. You come onto her hands, letting out a whine. She continues to move her fingers to let you ride out your high. You lean forward onto the desk to catch your breath. Giselle gets turned on again at the position you're doing in front of her. She grips onto the soft squish of your bottom while biting her lip.

“I think I need more help,” She moans. She pushes her core against your butt. You feel her wrap her fingers around your waist. She wishes she had a střäp 0n right now. You let out a soft laugh and gently push her off you. She pouts in disappointment. You turn around and brush her pink hair behind her ears. You stare lovingly into her eyes. She blushes against your gaze and hides herself in your neck. You hold her close and close your eyes. Enjoying the warmth of her presence.

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Your writing is just fucken scrumptious 🌟🌟 if you don't mind, Can you write about Thanos's reaction to a Nana osaki fem! Reader? (Like reader got her style, career, and personality) {plus points if reader is pierced, like Se-mi} You can make this into a one shot if you like ;))

i have beef with you, anon. i watched the first episode to try and get a better grasp on her personality and i got hooked. holy crap that anime is sad but so good. decided to add others cuz i fell in love with this character

SQUID GAME X NANA OSAKI! READER

including: thanos, nam-gyu, dae-ho, in-ho

warnings: squid game stuff, blood, violence

THANOS

Thanos is not completely sure how he got himself in this position.

He's laying on the floor, his throat being squeezed by player 001, who's fist is positioned to hit him again.

"I'm sorry," Thanos manages to get out with the bit of air he still has in his lungs. "Please. Please let me go."

Player 001 let's go and he rolls over, bringing his own hand to his throat as he tries to suck in deep breaths to get as much oxygen into his lungs as he can.

The players around them break out in applause, praising the man for beating up Thanos. As the man walks back into the crowd, the soft sound of laughter can be heard from behind Thanos.

The rapper turns, ready to tell off whoever it is that's laughing at him. His words die on his tongue when he sees the source of the laughter is you.

You're sitting on your bunk, head tilted back in laughter. Your hair falls to the side, exposing your piercings. And for the second time today, Thanos' breath is stolen from him.

The next day he approaches you right before the second game.

"Señorita, excuse me."

You turn, an amused smirk gracing your face as you recognize the boy speaking to you. "Oh, it's you. How's your throat?"

He knows you're making fun of him, but he can't help the small flutter in his heart because you remember him. "Let's play the game together."

You bring your hand up to support your chin, showing off your rings. "Yeah? Why should I?"

One of the players behind him gives you a dumbfounded look. "Don't you know who he is? He's Thanos the rapper."

You chuckle as he recites one of his lines. Truth is, you do know who this is. You and Thanos had played at a few of the same places. You doubted he could remember though. He was always high out of his mind.

The other player behind him puts a hand on his shoulder. You recognize him from one of the clubs you play at. Nam-gyu, if you're remembering correctly. "Hang on, a girl? We don't know what the game is."

Thanos pushes him away, his eyes still on you. "I'm gonna destroy anyone who gets in my way," he says, punching the air in front of him.

You let out a chuckle. "Whatever, man. Just don't get me killed."

NAM-GYU

"Two."

Nam-gyu turns to Thanos, ready to run into a room with him. It's the last round and they're definitely getting out of here alive.

Thanos shakes his head quickly, looking between the three of you before ultimately grabbing Min-su's hand, dragging the boy toward one of the rooms.

Nam-gyu just stands there, watching as the person he's looked up to since before they even ended up in this shithole chooses some kid over him.

"Come on!" you yell, grabbing Nam-gyu's wrist and pulling him along after you. He nearly falls over but stays on his feet, running after you to a pink door. Nam-gyu goes in first.

As you're entering the room, a man grabs you by the hair, yanking you backwards and out of the room. He takes a step forward before a foot makes contact with his crotch, causing the man to let out a yelp of pain. He falls to his knees, revealing you standing behind him.

You push him out of the doorway, coming in and closing the door just in time for it to lock.

Nam-gyu stands in the back of the room, massaging his wrist where you grabbed him.

You catch your breath, looking at the man in the room. "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

Nam-gyu scowls at you. "You could've broken my wrist, you bitch."

You scoff, putting your hands on your hips. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

Nam-gyu just glares at you.

"You've been rude to me since you met me for no damn reason. And now when your 'friend' chooses someone over you and I step in to save your fucking life, you're still finding things to complain about!" You huff. "Get over yourself."

You turn your back to him. Nam-gyu thinks about your words. You're right, he has been rude to you since you joined their team. He was really just jealous because Thanos was paying more attention to you than to him. And now you're the whole reason he's alive and all he had to say was "you could've broke my wrist".

You pace back and forth, trying to get over you anger without physically attacking the boy standing by the other wall. You hear him mumble, which gets your attention.

"What was that?"

He sighs. "I said thank you."

You just look at each other. You study his face, seeing a hint of remorse in his eyes. You nod, a silent 'you're welcome'.

"Let's just hope those two idiots made it to a room on time."

DAE-HO

Dae-ho looks through the crowd of people. He'd jumped at the chance to prove himself a useful team member and find a fifth person for the game, but now he's struggling to choose. Everyone is either already in a group or isn't the kind of person the others are expecting him to bring back.

"Hey," a voice says behind him.

Dae-ho whips his head around and his jaw practically falls to the floor when he sees you looking up at him. Your hands are shoved into your pockets, the expression on your pierced face calm despite the situation you're in. Dae-ho is sure he's never seen a girl who looks more intimidating than you. Or more beautiful.

"Do you have a team yet?" you ask.

Dae-ho just stands there, staring at you with his mouth still open, brain trying to comprehend the words you just said to him.

You furrow your brows. "You okay, dude?"

He snaps himself out of it, nodding. "Y-yeah, I'm... uh... I'm f-fine."

You smirk as he tumbles over his words, finding the man endearing. "So, do you have a team yet?"

He nods. "Uh, yeah, yeah I do have a team."

The smirk on your face drops. "Bummer." You take one of your hands out of your pocket, giving him a small wave as you take a step back. "Well, good luck."

"Wait!" Dae-ho yells louder than he meant to, gaining the attention of a few people around him. You look back at him, an eyebrow cocked. "We, uh, actually need one m-more person, if you want to join." He knows you're not the person they wanted Dae-ho to find, but he has a good feeling about you.

You smile at him and he swears this is heaven. "Yeah, that'd be great."

He leads you through the crowd towards his own team. Jung-bae is the first to notice him. "Dae-ho, did you find someone?"

Dae-ho nods shyly, stepping to the side to reveal you behind him.

Jung-bae's smile falters. "This is who you got?"

You look between both players. "Is this a problem?"

He puts a polite smile back on his face. "No, miss, not at all. We were just expecting him to bring back someone more..."

"Male?" you finish for him. You look at the other men in the group. "It seems like you have enough testosterone in this group already."

Player 001 steps toward you. "Are you confident you can win this game?"

You nod. "I don't plan on dying in this place."

He turns to the others. "Let's let her join."

Player 456 steps forward. "I agree."

You turn to Dae-ho, smiling and giving him a small thank you nod.

He smiles back, a blush coloring his cheeks as he kicks at the sand on the ground.

IN-HO

"I saw what you did, you sick fuck!" a voice shouts.

In-ho looks up from his coversation with Gi-hun, eyes immediately finding the purple haired player in the middle of the floor. Another player is standing behind him, chest puffed out.

A plastic spoon is thrown at the purple player's chest. In-ho looks across the room to see a girl marching toward him. You. Your fists are clenched and the look on your face could send fear into the hearts of anyone.

Player 230 chuckles. "Saw what, Señorita?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," you growl. "You pushed those people! You killed them!"

"They would've died anyway!"

"They could have made it!"

He laughs again. "Who cares, it's more money for us." The player behind him, 124, snickers.

You scoff. "Well, why don't I do us all a favor then and add another 100 million won to the pot?"

Player 230 laughs out loud, raising an eyebrow at you and stepping closer, "Oh yeah? And what are you gonna be able to do?"

Gasps come from everyone in the room as you lunge at him, knocking the both of you to the ground. Player 124 watches with an open mouth, too shocked to do anything.

Player 230 looks up at his friend. "Help me, you fucker!"

Player 124 nods and kicks you off of 230. You manage to get to your feet, throwing a punch at 124.

He stumbles back, touching his fingers to his nose and pulling them away to find blood. He grits his teeth at you. "You bitch!"

He swings at you, which you manage to dodge until the other player kicks you in the back of the knee, sending you to the ground. You kick his legs out from under him, getting on him to hit him again.

In-ho stands up, pushing past Jung-bae and Dae-ho to the center of the room. He pulls you off of player 230. You try to attack him again but In-ho has a tight hold on you, putting his body between you and the rapper.

"They're not worth it," he says to you. "Don't get yourself hurt over this."

You look at the rappers face, smirking when you see the imprint of your ring on his cheek. You throw the man's arms off of you, wiping the blood from your face with your sleeve as you walk back to the bunks, a few players on the sidelines clapping for you.

In-ho turns to face the boys. Player 124 is helping 230 off the ground, both bleeding. Scratch marks can be seen on 230's face from your nails. He's lucky you didn't claw one of his eyes out. He looks back at you, watching you sit down on your bed, holding your sleeve up to your split lip.

You're someone he's gonna keep his eye out for.

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