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I finally finished! Lol work has been a key factor to why this is late buuuutttt its done! This is my OC Neve and you'll see her sometimes when I do more art for OBEYME! or TK art for the many lists and ideas I have lol. I was lazy and did not draw the background, found the wallpaper on Google. AN:
Art by: yours truly
If you share or repost, please give credit! Disclaimer: Did not make the background. The background was found on Google and belongs to the original creators and content.
#obey me#original character#background belongs to creators and content#character art#I need to get back to playing the game#I will try to draw more#work be stressing and got bills to pay
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oh yeah i got a new job :')
#â â [ ooc ]#FINALLY â ok but honestly#it's still gonna suck because it's right next door to where i'm at now lmao ( hour commute from home )#and the job itself is still gonna be....boring i think because it's still security#but it's full time ! with benefits ! and a somewhat consistent schedule !#which means once i settle in a little i suspect i'll be here more !#my other job has just been#so much stress on me...just because it wasn't enough money to pay the bills and#the constantly changing hours i think really fucked with my head ngl#made it really hard to be here and concentrate on things#so i've just been.......on autopilot on league mostly.#trying not to absolutely lose my shit#shoutout to maddie for helping me keep it together the past few months#you a real one â#but anyway i've got work ( at the old job ) today in a few hours#but maybe...just maybe i'll be around for some things later tonight when i get home.#and by things i mean working on this 12 page essay of a reply i'm writing for maddie#tbd
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I also need to write a fic about Amy's first kill... for no reason at all! Totally not to release some pent up anger and project đ
#tonight got me thinking about my girl and how she reacts to thinga#*things#like anger and what hers is like#she definitely doesn't care what others think of her because shes always known she was different#but i think she starts taking the approach that her father does when it comes to killing#how for chucky it 'helps him relax' and its almost therapeutic for him#amy unfortunately starts taking that approach after her first kill because the moment it happens shes not shocked or scared by what she did#if anything she does feel a heavy amount of relief and release after it#it oddly made her feel better about whatever stressed her out to begin with#her first kill definitely came from overworking herself to keep tiffany's mobile home afloat and paying bills and working two jobs#and having to interact with other people that frankly irritate her to no end#it all just boils over for her and she blacks out when it happens#đȘđąđȘđąđ«đ±đŹ đȘđŹđŻđŠ ââË.â đ ââË.â main verse#oh i'm just a girl; what's my destiny? â.Ë âŸ .âË amy ray
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Reminds me of when I got diagnosed with adjustment disorder, which is literally just 'your life sucks right now and you're having anxiety about it'.

#was on Zoloft for two years until life got better#shit got stressful again this year and my dr literally told me that I need to decide whether I want to stay in my job or not#like dude I need to eat and pay the bills#have you seen the grocery prices lately#and my work life balance is honestly pretty good#life just Is Like That for most people lately
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Ugh... sure gotta love how dad always manages to make a small, fast little task into a giant issue...
#in todays episode? me asking how much I owe him and which bill to pay first.#i don't know how he managed it... but he told me to not write one up - even though i had to â add in his confusion on how to pay bills to...#... one of the companies â talk about how oddly one of the bills was gonna work due to a return â something about links (??)#and a lot more cause quite frankly I'm still confused.#... i just wanted to know the sum of my orders and which one to pay first... đ„Č#yes i did get very overwhelmed.. didn't help i had to have fight music on the whole time and my controller dying cause the battery ran out.#in the middle of fucking everything.#it was supposed to be a short...like... 1-2 minute thing... and it took like 20-30 minutes đđđđ#thanks dad. real helpful of you.#i don't know how the hell he always manages to do this... and it's sooooo stressful to me.#like mate.. i already have no energy... can we like... not steal all the rest of what little i have? please???#... and now i got like no energy left to keep playing kingdom hearts... that was giving me so much joy today... đ#y'all excuse me while i just cry my heart out?#ryder speaking
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Thank you to everyone who offered kind words and encouragement last night, I really appreciate it <3 Iâm feeling much better today and started getting settled in again. Iâm working on clearing out the clutter in my room since so much of the shared living space was dedicated to him and I have room to do more than hang things on the walls now. I cooked dinner for the first time in weeks, and my cats curled up on my lap while I watched tv
#genuinely am feeling much better about all of this#I think last night was just very overwhelming for a lot of reasons#Iâm still a bit stressed about finding a roommate and having to replace all the furniture/kitchen supplies/etc#but that friend of a friend is gonna come look at the apartment on Sunday so hopefully things work out with her#so at least Iâll have a quick and seamless roommate transition#and not have to worry about even one month of paying all the bills here alone#my cats are being more active and playful and social again#Iâm going to bed not being too hot for the first time in months cuz I get to control the temperature#not going to bed hungry cuz I got to cook dinner when I wanted for the first time in months#so yeah <3 Iâm doing better#and am trying to focus on the positives#kaz rambles
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hm
#maybe i should quit#if iâm not laid off then maybe i should quit#?#things have been slowing down a lot lately and i realized that iâve been kinda happier#or thereâs less bad days now at the very least#attitudes & morale have def been p low on the other hand#because maRkEt foRecAsts#so much of my stress is tied to work and it just consumes everything around me#but yanno#you live in a hcol area and you got bills to pay you got mouth (me) to feed and ainât nothin in this world for free#hm hmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm#i feel very very selfish in feeling this way#i think the question is what would make me feel less guilty#hm#idk maybe letâs just let the dice roll and just#idk
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wishful thinking

thanos/su-bong x pregnant! reader (fluff, comfort)
warnings â thanos and reader have matching tattoos, crying, mentions of sex, cursing, mentions of pissing on a door, pregnant reader, switching of referring to thanos and subong so hope you donât get too confused, use of bitch (not towards reader), lowercase, typical squid game shit so mentions of blood and death,
you joined these games because although you thought it was too good to be true, it was all you could do. your shitty ex su-bong making you invest all your money into some dumbass crypto scam and blowing all of your guys money on drugs, childish bets, and gambling. after he blew both your guys money out, you left him, blocked him on everything, ignored your doorbell when heâd attempt to see you in person, everything. but two months after you broke up, it all came crashing down. you found out you were pregnant. and he was the only one you let see that part of you, it was his. but you were sure he moved on and even if he hadnât, you couldnât take him back. if he was this much of an incompetent person, heâd definitely be a terrible father. you didnât want him in your life or your childâs.
besides some guy you assumed to have dementia or be on drugs, the game was going pretty smooth. until it wasnât and it turns out the guy wasnât crazy and people all around you were dying. blood splatting on your face left and right. you finally find a method and stay behind other people and everything was going smoothly again besides the intense stress and pressure. your heart and stomach feeling heavy. but the next time that doll turns around you hear a bunch of screams and you look to the right and see that su-bong was here too, and he had just pushed all of those people. he looked crazed. you just ignore it and try not to think about it, finally passing that finish line and being done with the first game, waiting for a full explanation.
you all move back into the main rooms that contained all your beds and people start screaming and yelling for answers. crying to go home, begging for their lives. you too wanted to go home, but you had so much on your mind. so much that you donât notice your ex is nearing right behind you.
âseñorita! oh my god baby is that you?â
he grabs your shoulder and turns you around to face him and you look up at him, frowning your eyebrows. he starts grabbing your face in his hands, touching all over you, not being able to comprehend it was you.
âoh god, it is you, babe, are you okay? where have you been iâve missed youââ
âsubong, stop. weâre not together, and we never will be ever again.â
you push his hands off your face and step back to put some distance between you two, still giving him a major glare. he reaches his arms out towards you again as if he was slowly trying to pick up a scared puppy.
âcmonâ you canât still be mad. baby, iâll make it up to you, especially now.â
you look behind him and see a few people waiting on him, clearly eavesdropping. he turns around and looks at you again, a puppy dog look on his face but you shake it off.
âitâs not going to work subong. the debt im in now is insane because of you!â
he holds his right hand out before grabbing your right hand.
âbaby please â we got these tattoos together,â
you look down at your hands and see the matching line placements decorating both of your hands. it was a stupid idea. youâd been dating for a little over a year, you shouldnât had done it, you knew that. but you could barely pay for your bills, you definitely couldnât pay to remove a tattoo. but deep in your heart you wished he was different, wished you could forgive him because deep down you still loved him. that tattoo was a sick reminder of that everyday. you realize youâd been staring at the two of your hands for a while before pulling away quickly. he looks at you with a smile and hope in his eyes. he places both of his hands on your shoulders again.
âsee, weâre meant to be. it was a mistake, i know, i did it out of the goodness of my heart! for us, for you, you know that.â
you scoff at him.
âno. no i donât know that. weâre not getting back together choi su-bong, thatâs final.â
his hands go limp on your shoulders before you speak up, saying your next few choice of words slightly quieter as his fans or friends or whoever was still behind you two, stop eavesdropping.
âand just so you know, iâm pregnant. itâs yours. iâm keeping it. i donât need you to help me. iâll find a way to make money and iâll raise my child.â
he stares at you stunned before you push away and move through the crowd. you hear him yell for you, yelling that cringy señorita pet name your way, but you ignore him, trying to hide in the crowd, listening to what the guards say as he drowns in the sea of people.
the guard mentions voting and how you guys were gonna vote whether to stay or leave. part of you wanted to stay still, but if you died, so did your baby. and you were scared out of your mind, nothing able to comfort you. so you knew you were going to choose to leave. you werenât in insane debts but you still had a lot. the money they were offering after the first game was nowhere near close enough to pay it all off. you would have to play one more game, maybe even two to pay it off, but you couldnât take any risks. they start calling from highest to lowest numbers and once they call âplayer 230â, your shitty ex makes his way down the line, skipping to smack that blue button, choosing to stay. it only made you wanna choose the other side even more. your turn comes and you choose to leave, sticking the red âxâ on your chest. you could see him staring at you through the corner of your eye, but you just chose to ignore it. creepy bastard.
after arguments and close physical alterations, the voting was over. you had lost, youâd be staying for another game. you wanted to go but at least youâd have an opportunity to make a little more money, you guessâŠ
âexcuse me, young lady, would you like to join us?â
you look over to a short older woman holding onto your arm, pointing over to a small group of people who were sitting on their beds. you give her a small smile and nod, letting her take you over there. she signals where you can sit and you move slowly while holding your stomach, letting out a deep breath once you finally get down all the way. you look around and thereâs an older man, a younger girl, and another woman with some very strong features. the older woman speaks.
âi mean, i canât believe they chose to stay! no offense hyun-ju, but come on!â
the older woman smacks her hand down on the bed and you give her a sympathetic and understanding look. she looks up at you before she gets a surprised look on her face and quickly flails herself around to get her composure.
âright! maâam, this is my son yong-sik, this is young-mi, and this is hyun-ju.â
she pauses looking at you and sits up quickly again.
âoh, and you can call me mrs jang.â
she gives you a teethy smile. realizing sheâs waiting for you to introduce yourself you let out an oh and tell her who you are and she grabs your hands into hers and rubs circles into them.
âoh that name is so pretty. a pretty name for such a pretty girl.â
her son yong-sik slaps her shoulder and then they start arguing. you just sit there happy to have the company before you look to your right and see subong on the other side staring at you. you quickly look away and look down at your legs, biting your lip.
âyo, whoâs that girl? you were arguing with her earlier. sheâs smoking.â
he keeps staring before snapping his head back at nam-gyu.
âyou are right, she is smoking hot.â
he pauses.
âwell you see nam-suââ
ânam-gyuâŠâ
âright right, nam-gyu, anyways, thatâs my girl over there, okay? she just playinâ hard to get right now is allâ,â
nam-gyu raises his eyebrows, getting an idea.
âsoo, you gonna let me have a turn with that, right?â
thanos slaps his arm.
ânah bro, i normally share but that, ive had dibs on her for at least two years.â
he slaps nam-gyus arm again and then grabs it, causing nam-gyu to let out an âow broâ,
âdonât worry bro! iâm sure we can find ya a bitch in here though! keep your mind busy and dick wet and weâre sure to win this whole thing.â
he slaps his arm one last time before nam-gyu slaps him back, thanos just laughing before slowly going back to watching you. trying to figure out how he should go about this. deciding that heâd just wait until everyone was asleep to talk to you again.
night time comes around and you had to piss. this fucking sucked. you had none of your pain killers, and you were about to crawl into a ball and start ripping your skin off from the pain you were in. but right now just focus on pissing. just focus on pissing you thought. you get up slowly, clutching your stomach before walking up to the door to the bathroom, knocking on it, waiting for someone to answer. finally the window slides open and youâre met with a triangle looking at you, or at least you think he, it? is looking at you.
âuhm, excuse me, i need to use the washroom.â
âplayers may not leave this room past your given curfew.â
the window to the door shuts. you take a deep breath, not willing to cause a scene and just about walk away before a guy walks up behind you and starts making a scene for you. that guy being su-bong.
âhey, me and my girl are tryna fuck, if you want we can do it right in the middle of this fucking room!â
it doesnât work and the door doesnât open.
âim not a girl! i have a penis and i know how to fucking aim. the next time you open this door itâs gonna be fucking yellow instead of pink i promise you that! i gotta heavy ass piss stream i been holdinâ and i can let out all over this door!â
you slap him, asking him what he was doing and that he was being crazy. but if you were being honest you were trying to stiffle a laugh. he always was funny, and in your relationship he always knew how to make you laugh. youâre pulled out of your thoughts when somehow what he said actually worked and they opened the door for you both. you make your way to the bathrooms and itâs silent the whole time. he was thinking of what to say to you. a million things running through his mind. you make it to the two bathrooms and you go and open the womenâs bathroom door before it feels ten time lighter and you see subong holding the door open for you. giving you a cheeky grin. you just look at him before making your way into the bathroom and the door closing behind you. you hadnât even noticed that you were holding your breath before you breathe out and realized your lungs were burning.
âi really have missed you, you know?â
you snap your head around and see that he had followed you into the bathroom and you call him a perv, yelling at him to get out.
âhey! iâm not here to fuck alright. i mean, unless youâre down then babe, letâs get it fucking going.â
he claps his hands together and you give him a disgusted look before going into one of the bathroom stalls and slamming the door shut so you could finally piss. but when you were done actually doing your business, you just sat there with your face in your hands. he was stressing you out, this baby was stressing you out, and this place was stressing you out and you were on the verge of a breakdown.
âiâm not coming out until youâre gone.â
you see his feet right under the bathroom stall door you were in and groan. hearing the door creak a little, assuming he was leaning against it, which he was.
âbaby, please. i just want us again. iâve missed you so much, youâve been the only thing on my mind since you left.â
you started to tune him out and started rubbing your face in your hands even more, feeling your eyes start to water, your breath getting caught in your throat, your sniffing starting to become louder before one of your sobs slips and he hears it. asking if you were okay and you just ignore him, covering your mouth with your hand, continuing to cry.
âplease let me in.â
you take a deep breath and slightly get up to unlock the door before sitting back down on the toilet seat, face still in your hands. he crouches down to you and cups your face in his hands before he pulls you in for a hug and starts rubbing circles into your back. your sobs getting louder as you burry your face into his bloody jacket, but you really werenât thinking about that. god thinking of when you two were like this made you start to regret the past, yearn for a future with you two, and hate the present situation you were in. still crying into his jacket as he continues to try to soothe you with his touch. he pulls away after awhile and pushes your tears away with his thumb. his heart crumbling as he sees your teary orbs looking him in the eyes. youâd cried to him before when you were together, and he had comforted you many times before, but never had he seen you this distraught. he hooks his arm under your shoulder and lifts you to standing and he moves you out of the bathroom stall. you wipe your tears away, mumbling a sorry, avoiding all eye contact with him, looking at the ground.
âbaby, look at me.â
your eyes look around at the ground before you slowly move your head up to look at him, a small pout on your lips. biting them from the nerves. it was a bad habit youâd never gotten rid of, youâve had it since heâs met you. he looks at you, almost looking through your eyes. he places one hand on your arm, and grabs your right hand in his right hand, the matching tattoos clashing together.
âplease, give me another chance. weâll figure out the money, work, all of it.â
he pauses and looks down at your stomach. moving the hand that was on your arm to hold your stomach. looking up at you for confirmation that he could and you give him a small nod before he rubs the side of your tummy.
âi just canât believe it. you shouldâve told me!â
he raises his voice and you look away. still about to completely knaw off your lip.
âi didnât think youâd want to stay. can you blame me?â
he pauses his rubs on your stomach, other hand still in yours and moves the hand that was on your stomach to your face, making you look at him. putting his thumb on your lips, getting you to stop biting them.
âi promise i want to be there for you and for our baby.â
you take a deep breath and he rubs his thumb on your tattoos.
âi wonât leave you, iâll be better for us, i promise baby.â
you whisper under your breath. canât believing you were about to say what was about to come out of your mouth.
âyou promiseâŠ?â
his eyes light up.
âi promise baby.â
he pulls you into a tight hug and he hears you groan, forgetting that he mightâve been putting too much pressure on your belly. he gives you an awkward smile and he takes your hand into his and holds both your guys hands up to your face, as if showing you that he was never gonna let go of you again, and you two couldnât be separated. you give him a light smile before letting go of his hand and he gives you a look of confusion.
âwhat? you never gave me the chance to wash my hands.â
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DOCTOR, DOCTOR! â ZAYNE.
summary. when youâre feeling under the weather, doctor zayne is quick to prescribe you with what he knows will have you feeling better in no time.
warnings. fem!reader, boyfriend!zayne, pet names, praise, masturbation, fingering, oral ( fem. receiving ), cockwarming, unprotected p in v, mirror sex, creampie, aftercare. the rocking chair is featured. wc. 3.9k.
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Zayne is an intelligent man, that much was evident, but for the first time in his career, heâs absolutely stumped.
Why is that, you may ask? Well for starters you, his beloved girlfriend, have been a bit distant lately. Not cold, not rude, but distant.
With his busy schedule, he didnât see much of you during the day, and by the time he got home, you were usually fast asleep. It was easy to think that he was simply missing you and that was why his brain had led him to feel this rift between the two of you, but alas, he couldnât be more wrong.
This entire ordeal truly got him thinkingâŠ
He saw a few tissues in the trash binâperhaps you were catching the common cold. But when he prepared a spoonful of bitter medicine and a glass of water to wash it down, he was met with your denial that you masked with a smile.
If it wasnât that, what could it be? Zayne asked the same question.
Maybe you were stressed out because of work. He finds that to be probable, so he made it a point to get home as early as he could last night to give you a massage after he cooked you your favorite meal.
You seemed to be soothed by his touch, murmuring a few âahâs and âoohâs of satisfaction as his skilled hands threaded into the tense muscles of your shoulders. Once you were at ease with your head resting back on his chest, he gave you a tender kiss on your cheek before he turned in for the night.
Call him overly analytical, but when it took you awhile to join him, he had a feeling that the massage hadnât quite accomplished what he hoped it would have.
His mind then started to wander even further. Had he forgotten to run the dishwasher? No, of course not. Had he forgotten to pay the utility bills? Absolutely not, he took his credit score very seriously and a late payment was simply unlike him.
Had he forgotten to put the toilet seat downâŠ? Okay, he definitely did, but that couldnât be why you were acting so unlike yourself.
And then, as he sat at his desk with a fresh plate of food in front of him, it dawned on him. When was the last time you orgasmed? More importantly, when was the last time heâd given you one himself?
It was almost inhuman how fast he jumped up from his office chair to inform Yvonne that he would be out for the remainder of the afternoon, because oh was he feeling downright horrible.
He was back at your shared apartment in no time, pushing the door open and setting his shoes in the nook positioned in the entryway.
(He had a bad habit of trucking on the hardwood floors without removing his shoes, and considering he was already on your shit-list, he made sure to do it now.)
âHoney?ïżœïżœïżœ he calls out to you, making his way towards your closed bedroom door. âSweetheart, Iâm home.â
Zayneâs eyebrows raise as he glances around, finding that your apartment looks rather empty and desolate. âIâd like to apologize. I know I havenât been present for you lately andââ
And then, he hears something. Something that makes him stop in his tracks. His eyebrow quirks up with intrigue as he presses his ear to the door, listening in.
Heâd know those beautiful sounds anywhere, even if itâd been awhile since he had lured them out of you himself. Your moans were muffled by the door, but they were enough to make his cock stiffen up beneath the fabric of his black slacks.
âGod⊠please,â you muttered, clearly out of breath and in frustration. âDamn it!â
Behind the door, you were resting on his side of the bed, hoping that his scent would be enough to make you finish. Your fingers toyed with your clit as you desperately tried to get yourself off, but nothing seemed to be working.
Zayne was practiced in a way that only he could be. He knew female anatomy better than you did, but more importantly, he took pride in learning yours. He knew what you liked and what you didnât, what made you crumble and cry out.
And now that youâve gone without him for so long, youâre finding yourself more pent up than ever. A huff of frustration leaves your lips as you try again, again, and againâonly to be edged with your release without reaping the benefits of it.
He exhales, twisting the doorknob as he cracks the door open. To no surprise, there you were, sitting on his side of the bed with your hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties.
You hardly looked horrified at the sight of him, more so desperate if anything. He pulls his tie loose as he takes a few steps towards the bed, his knees finding the plush comforter as he sinks onto his stomach.
âOh, sweetheart,â he murmurs, almost sounding sympathetic. He runs his hands over your thighs as he hikes them over his shoulders. âLet me see.â
You roll your eyes. âWhoâs to say that you deserve to?â
Zayne gives you a look that you know all too well, one that silently reads âgirl, are you serious?â And no, you arenât serious by any means, so you nod your head to give him your permission.
He pulls the damp fabric of your panties to the side, his gaze slimming as he sets eyes on your cunt for the first time in what feels like forever. (Itâs been two and a half weeks at most, but youâre both awfully dramatic.)
âIâm sorry,â he speaks into your heat, almost as if he were apologizing to both you and your pussy. He raises his eyes to yours as he flattens his soft tongue to swipe along your wet folds. He moans at the mere taste of you, his grip on your thighs tightening as he pulls you even closer to him. âI had no idea. Truly, baby, I didnât.â
You whine at the sensation of his gentle voice rumbling against your sensitive skin, your hand delving into his hair. âNo idea aboutâhahâwhat?â
Zayne takes a moment to reply. His mouth is certainly distracted with the way itâs buried into your soaking cunt while his tongue laps at your inner lips, his nose brushing against your clit with each movement he makes.
âI hadnât realized I was neglecting your needs,â he clarifies, cracking his eyes open just enough to look at you with hollowed cheeks as he sucks onto your sensitive bundle of nerves.
He releases it with a âpopâ, his tongue quickly replacing his lips as he curls it in up and down motions that stimulate you in ways you canât even comprehend. âMy girl is too sweet to be treated like that,â he whispers, thumbing at your folds to give himself better access.
One of his hands continues to rub your thighs for some sort of comfort for his behavior, and soon, the other reaches up to take your hand in his own. You squeeze onto it immediately, finding the gesture to be much appreciated.
âSo, you⊠mmhâ you remember I exist after all?â Your words are meant as a joke, but he doesnât seem to consider them as such with the way he presses a kiss to your clit before pulling away.
âHoney, Iâm being serious,â he murmurs, resting his cheek on your thigh. âIâd never want to make it seem like I donât consider you and your feelings.â
He gives your hand a squeeze before he smiles, adding an earnest, âand truth be told, Iâm rather surprised that Iâve gone so long without tasting this pretty pussy of yours,â before he delves right back into eating you out like a man starved.
Zayne hasnât noticed it until now, but he truly was starving, and not for the lunch that he left on his desk back at Akso Hospital. He wasnât much for alcohol, but getting drunk on your pussy was one of his favorite pastimes, and heâll never go this long without doing it again.
He was a man of science, and even then, he would never be able to explain the chemical imbalance that tasting you set off in his brain. Sure, medically speaking, the preoptic area of the brain is what triggers an erection, but what you did to him was far beyond that.
It was safe to say that Zayne was almost as in love with your pussy as he was with you, and judging by the way heâs making out with it right now, you have no doubts about that.
Your head tilts back against the headboard as he reintroduces his middle finger to your entrance, feeling the way your walls clench around it.
âMm, quite sensitive, are we?â he lowly asks, licking a few swipes at your clit before adding, âIs it because youâve been using your own hand for quite some time now?â
Itâs almost pathetic how quickly you nod, your fingers grasping onto his dark locks as he presses an open-mouthed kiss onto your folds. âItâs the only choice I had,â you whine.
(He makes a mental note to give you his credit card so that you can purchase anything and everything youâll need in order to satisfy yourself whenever he isnât around. The fact that he hasnât thought of that sooner is a problem in and of itself.)
He nods in return, though the movement only invites him to make hard licks at your pussy, collecting your slick on his tongue. His cock is rock hard, but heâll get his turn soon enough.
Even if his turn never came, heâd be more than happy with this aloneïżœïżœïżœthat much was incredibly evident.
âI know it, my love,â he whispers, pressing a kiss on your sensitive clit as he slides another finger into your hole. âIs this alright?â
Your thighs tense up at the sensation, but you nod, tilting your head down to look at him. With your permission, he continues, his tongue swiping at you while his fingers fuck you into oblivion.
When you tilt your head back, he squeezes your thigh. âEyes down here, I need you to watch closely.â
A sharp whine escaped you as his mouth somehow latched onto your pussy in the time it took you to look at him. He pulls off of you to speak, his lips coated with your arousal. âThere will be times like this in which I wonât be able to give you what you need, and as much as it kills me, your pleasure canât be limited to the times I can have you like this.â
You tilt your head. âWhat⊠what do you mean?â
Zayne nods his head, urging you to tune in. He curls fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot with each push. âHm. I suppose I can teach you how to touch yourself a bit more effectively. Would you like that?â
Your hand goes flying to his shoulder as you nod, your teeth pressing down onto your bottom lip. âHah⊠mhm.â
He nods, grasping onto your hand. He presses a few kisses on your knuckles as he guides it to your clit, helping you swirl the pads of your fingers around it in smooth, moan-earning circles. âVery good. You look happier with me already.â
âYouâre still a jerk,â you huff.
âIâm sure I have been behaving like one, yes,â he murmurs with a laugh. âDonât let me off the hook too easily, either. I need to get a few orgasms out of you before you should consider that.â
That sounds perfectly fine to you, so all you do is moan in reply, which makes him smile. He likes to please his woman, and knowing that he hasnât done a good job of that makes him even more determined to make up for it.
âItâs okay to use two hands, sweet girl,â he continues teaching, tilting his head towards his own hand that was still thrusting two fingers inside of you. âWhile it may be mine right now, yours will work just the same.â
Something switches inside of you the moment he begins to help you masturbate, his own fingers fucking inside of you while yours stimulate another part of your puffy cunt. You always had a thing for acts of service, but when it came from your boyfriend, you were practically putty in his hands.
âThatâs right,â he purrs, a smile tugging on his lips. âSuch a pretty girl. Perhaps you just needed to be reminded of how to treat yourself.â
His hazel eyes are still on your face, watching as you pinch in absolute ecstasy, your thighs shaking on his shoulders. âI see that Iâve underestimated you,â he teases, dipping his head to lick at your folds, his tongue brushing against your fingers as he continues to guide the movements of your hand. âIt seems like youâre doing just fine for yourself after all.â
You huff, shaking your head. âNo, no⊠itâs all you.â
Zayne chuckles at that, sucking your fingers that were circling your clit into his mouth before he places them back on your sensitive pearl, giving you a bit more lubricant. âThereâs no need to be so hard on yourself, Iâm merely helping you. Weâre practicing together, sweetheart.â
You almost roll your eyes because the last thing Zayne needed was practice on how to please you. He may have been a bit distracted, but that could never take away from how perfect of a lover he was.
And⊠it was difficult not to be hard on yourself when heâs practically taken away your ability to orgasm on your own. With the way heâs making you feel right now, his absence was almost worth it.
Your eyes haze over as you look down at him, a soft moan leaving your lips. âMmh, âm gonna cum,â you choke out.
To that, he nods in understanding. He thumbs apart your folds, leaving you to play with yourself as you please while he dips his head in to lick at your cunt in any way he can, feeling the way you clench around his fingers. âThatâs right. Look at you, honey, such a quick learner.â
Zayne grasps onto your thigh with his free hand, pressing a few wet kisses along your inner skin as you come down from your high. Your hand still has a death grip on his hair, but he doesnât mind it. He knows that he deserves to lose a few strands of hair after how he has left you alone.
You pant, your chest heaving as your body reels from your orgasm. While your vision is blurry, you can still make out the picture of your boyfriend sucking his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them free of your release.
âMm, you know, the release from an orgasm does much to calm people,â he murmurs, giving your mound a chaste kiss before he rises up to give you one on your forehead. âDo you feel any better, my dear?â
You do feel better, but a part of you, one that you canât quite shove away, is still yearning for more. Despite that, you nod, brushing your hand along his cheek as he dips his head to give you a kiss.
Sugary and sweet are two words youâd used to describe kissing Zayne, because those were adjectives youâd also use to detail how he always behaves when around you.
He pulls away from the kiss, propping himself up on his elbow above you while he uses his other hand to brush away your hair. âI really am sorry,â he whispers, his voice soft and full of a raw honesty that makes your heart squeeze.
You shake your head with a smile. âI know you didnât mean to,â you reply. âItâs just⊠you made me feel like you didnât need me, like what I felt was one sided.â
Zayneâs expression seems to soften as he shakes his head. âOf course I need you, I always need you. Your needs are never one-sided, especially not needs of this nature.â He brushes his hand over your cheek. âAnd I was serious about my endeavors of making it up to you, sweetness. Câmere.â
Before you know it, youâre plucked from your position on the bed and carried to the corner of the bedroom. Zayne takes a seat in the rocking chair positioned there, spinning it around until it faces the body length mirror just in front of the two of you.
He then undresses you entirely, kissing along your thighs, your hips, the curves of your back, on the cheek of your assâeverywhere and anywhere he could. Sure enough, you hear the rattling of his metal belt buckle behind you, and when you glance over your shoulder, his cock is pulled out from the confines of his boxers.
His slacks are still bunched up around his thighs, as are his boxers, but he pays no mind to it. He raises two fingers as he beckons you to sit in his lap, and you do.
Zayne rests one hand on your hip while the other grasps onto his shaft, pumping it in his fist a few times before he smears the head of his cock along your folds, gathering your slick. âThe âteachingâ is over, but now, I simply want to show you just how much I need you.â
His words stir something within you, and when he leans up to press a kiss on your shoulder, you already feel like your lover is here to live up to his word. âIs that alright?â he asks against your skin, prodding your entrance with his tip.
When you nod, youâre already sinking down, taking him inch by inch until youâre cockwarming his thick length. He smiles at you in the reflection of the mirror, his eyes drifting over your body that he will never forget to worship again.
âSo beautiful,â he coos, his hands mapping out the curves of your waist, your hips, your thighs. âAbsolutely gorgeous.â
Your cheeks flush at his words. âThanks.â
Zayne shakes his head. âThereâs no need to thank me for speaking the truth,â he whispers. âThatâd be like thanking Einstein for developing the theories of special and general relativityâitâs practically a given.â
You arenât sure where the correlation is, but when one of his hands slips in between your thighs while the other grasps onto one of your breasts, you donât care about fighting it out.
âPoint is, I mean it. Every word,â he adds.
You feel like a goddess being worshiped as his mouth finds your shoulder, the smacking of his lips omitting into the otherwise quiet room as he places open-mouthed kisses on your skin. His middle and ring finger work to toy with your clit, his other hand squeezing onto your breast.
And then⊠he begins to rock.
You gasp at the feeling of his cock just barely moving inside of you, your body entirely engulfed in the sensations that he is so eagerly providing you.
âYou feelâhahâso, so good,â he whispers against your skin, his lips climbing the curve of your shoulder. His fingers circle your clit at an agonizingly slow pace, and when you place your hand on his to guide his movements, he smiles at you in the reflection. âThereâs my girl. Such a quick learner, just like I said.â
You lazily return his smile, your head resting back on his shoulder. He removes his hand from your breast to pluck his glasses from his face, placing them on yours instead.
âMy baby is such a smart girl,â he purrs, his lips finding your neck as he admires you. Flushed skin, hair messed up, his glasses resting on your nose. He could come inside you at the sight, but he wants to prolong this. He doesnât ever want to leave this moment with you. âAnd so beautiful too. Absolutely ravishing.â
You chuckle at that, though your laughter was interrupted by a soft moan as his fingers pick up the pace as they circle your puffy clit. âYouâre⊠hahâhandsome,â you manage to return.
Zayne chuckles at your words, nodding his head as a silent thank you. He presses another kiss on your shoulder, though he quickly leaves another one once you begin to rock your hips. He sits back, catching a glimpse of how you look when you bounce on his cock.
He grins, his hand finding the swell of your ass as he gives both cheeks a nice squeeze. âWe can move back to our bed if youâd prefer, sweetheart. I donât want you to have to put in any more effort into your pleasure tonight.â
You shake your head, glancing over your shoulder to look at him. âI wanna see you,â you breathe.
âHoney, there are positionsââ
Heâs interrupted by your hand reaching back to hold his jaw, pulling him up so that he too could see the reflection of you both in the mirror.
And oh, was it a sight.
âI wanna see you,â you repeat.
Zayne is in no position to deny you, so with a nod of approval, his hands find your hips. âAt the very least, let me help you.â
The sound of slapping skin and your breathy moans fill the room, his large hands keeping their iron grip on your hip bones while your hands rest on top of his. He peers out from behind you, watching as your tits bounce just as you do, your hair flying messily.
âPretty baby,â he pants, more to himself in reaction to the mere sight of you. âSuch a lucky man youâve made me, fuck⊠take it, baby, yeah. I love you so much, so muchâŠâ he babbles, not quite sure what heâs saying, just that heâs speaking whatever graces his mind.
âOh, I⊠I love you too, Zayne,â you gasp.
You whine, grinding your hips in fluid motions as you feel your second orgasm quickly approaching. You were sensitive to begin with, and the feeling of his cock stretching you out was more than enough to bring you here.
âShit,â he rasps, his head falling back onto the rocking chair as his eyes screw shut. âYou take me so well, you fit me so perfectly, baby⊠Iâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna⊠oh, shit.â
You werenât far behind him, and as your movements grow lazier, you opt to sit on his cock entirely as the both of you find your orgasms only second apart.
Ropes of white paint your insides, your cum coating the base of his cock as the two of you become one in a way that youâve missed so dearly.
Only bliss envelopes the two of you as you slump back onto his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you close to him. The two of you sit just like that for a moment as you find your breaths that have run off, relishing in the feeling of your combined warmth.
Zayne reaches up to carefully grasp your jaw, turning your head back just enough so that he could kiss you. Your breaths mingle to add to the scent of your love that looms in the air, his other hand running soothing strides along your hip.
âI donât deserve you,â he breathlessly says with a lovesick grin. âQuite frankly, I donât. Youâre wonderful to me.â
You shake your head, leaning down to kiss him again before he slowly helps you up onto your trembling legs. âOh, stop that. Just because youâve been a little caught up with work doesnât mean that youâre suddenly a bad partner.â
Zayne sweeps you into his arms, carrying you bridal style towards the bathroom. âSee? Youâre simply too good to me. Such a lovely personality, the most contagious laugh Iâve ever heard, the cutest snores when you sleep, the sweetest pussy in existence⊠my dream girl in all capacities.â
You smile as he sets you down, pressing a kiss onto your forehead as he crosses the room to draw you a shower to your liking. Warmânot cold, but not hot enough to the point that your skin tingles. Heâs had plenty of practice in this area, and heâs gotten it down to a science by now.
âI do not snore,â you murmur, shaking your head.
As he peels off his clothes, discarding them without care on the bathroom tile. He extends his hand to you to invite you inside the shower behind him. âMhm, sure you donât.â
You scoff, tipping the toilet seat shut. âYou can tease me for my snoring once you, my 27-year-old man, master the art of putting the damn seat down.â
ââŠOops.â
note. my dr. zayne would never forget to please his woman! but i really liked the concept sooooo :3 it was rly difficult for me to write him lol the dialogue might suuuuuckkkk but i hope i did him justice < 3 thank you for reading, interact if you enjoyed !!!
i ALSO kinda wanna do a similar version of this with sylus except⊠not nearly as gentle ig?? would you be interested??? do let me know.
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Yandere Alien
Part 2

A normal person should be allowed to have normal problems, right? Youâre no exception. You have a job that forces you to get out of bed at 8 AM, a shitty apartment that needs to be cleaned and tidied from time to time, bills to pay.
You have a life, youâre busy. But god, youâre exhausted!
You may be an adult, but youâre still young, and sometimes you just need to take a little break from everything!
So when you decide to spend your money on a modest trip to the countryside, staying in a secluded but cozy cabin, youâre finally able to relaxâŠ
CRASH!
Or maybe not.

Yandere! Alien who crashes his ship near your cabin, and is pretty much trapped in the debris.
Yandere! Alien who you manage to find through all the metallic rubble, using all your strength to drag his large body to your cabin. Tending to him despite your raw confusion and fear. Trying your best to steady your shaking hands to clean his wounds. How were you supposed to clean a wound again? Ugh! Maybe reddit knows?
Yandere! Alien who in his almost unconscious state, looks at you through half lidded eyes, taking in your soft features and small frame. You look so cute with his blood all over your hands! He canât believe he got saved by such an adorable human. He needs to learn your culture so he can court you properly. Oh! Will you accept him right away or will you wait a little? Will you come live with him on his planet or should he just remain here with you?
Yandere! Alien who eventually passes out with a lazy smile painting his face, dreaming of how your relationship will develop.
Yandere! Alien who wakes up the next day with waves of pain rushing through his body. But he can only focus on the faint smell that envelops him. The bed heâs lying inâŠit must be yours! It smells just like you. He takes a deep breath, taking in your sweet aroma. He then gets up from the bed slowly, letting out a groan, he ventures through the cabin until he finds you.
Yandere! Alien who sees you pacing around the living room with a tired and stressed look. Oh, his poor human. You didnât expect to meet him, neither did he. But donât worry, heâll take care of you from now on. After all, you saved him, so itâs the least he can do!
Yandere! Alien who clings to you constantly. He just canât be away from you! You smell so good, and youâre cute, and small, and so...his. He thought that physical contact was the universal way to show affection, so why are you trying to push him away when he hugs you? It must be a game, right? Yeah, youâre just being silly!
Yandere! Alien who tries to learn your language through shows and movies, while also trying to learn a more human way to court you. It isnât perfect, but at least you can understand him now.
Yandere! Alien who completely ruined the normality of your life. Having to take him to your house and give him a home. Cause who knows what could happen to him if you donât? What if the government finds him and experiments with him in a lab? You donât want that in your conscience!
Yandere! Alien who hates when you go to work. But if he finds out that youâre going out with your friends or, God forbid, a man? Oh, yeah, youâre definitely not leaving. Have fun trying though.
Yandere! Alien who enjoys seeing you struggle against his grip. Heâs so much larger and stronger than you. You could bite, scratch, and push as much as you want. It practically tickles him, and it only makes him look down at you with those lovestruck, condescending eyes of his.
Yandere! Alien whoâs romantic advances donât go unnoticed by you, but you just donât know what to do anymore! Youâve tried your best to make your intentions clear. You saved him, you took him, and youâll keep him for now. Thatâs it. Youâve tried telling him countless times that you donât like him in that way, so why doesnât he stop cuddling you and asking you to marry him?!
Yandere! Alien who daydreams about his future with you. Heâs starting to like earth, so he truly wouldnât mind living here with you forever. It has nice movies, food that doesnât exist on his planet, and a funny thing called âinternetâ. He canât leave your apartment unless itâs nighttime, so when he found out that he could interact with other humans and learn more about your world through this âinternetâ he was ecstatic! He started learning ways to court you, to treat you, to make you laugh. He even found a website where he can learn how to please you! That one will come very handy once you two get married.
Yandere! Alien who canât wait to make you officially hisâŠ

This is the first time I write for something that isn't school, so this is very new to me. Please excuse my amateur ass, and if you find any mistakes please let me know, cause English isn't my first language. I would really like some feedback, so be as mean as you want, I just want to grow as a writer, even if nobody reads this. Kisses <3
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âMore than anything.



Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x lover!fem!reader
Summary: You had supported him through everything, but when you fell sick, he couldn't save you because of debt, so he participated in the games. The blood, the violence, it was all worth it because it was all for you, but he still couldnât save you, even after winning.
Warnings: angst, illness, death, grief/loss, mentions of violence, guilt/sacrifice, emotional distress, Sang-woo won the games in this au, english isn't my first language, mistakes should be present, sorry!
Word count: ~ 1.9k
The first time you met Sang-woo, it was in the bustling hallways of Seoul National University, your books pressed against your chest as he nearly toppled over you in his haste. Apologies poured out of him, flustered but composed, but it was the soft smile that followed that made you pause. You didnât know it then, but that clumsy encounter would change both of your lives forever.
From that moment, he had become everything to you. And soon enough, you realized you were everything to him too. Sang-woo was the kind of man who always seemed in control of himself. But with you, that cool demeanor softened. He would laugh more, touch your hand absentmindedly, watch you as if you were the only thing in the world worth looking at.
You supported each other through the tough years at university. His mind was brilliantâquick, sharp, and endlessly determined. It wasnât hard to see why he was the pride of his family, the hope of his mother. He was going to do great things, you always believed that, and you reminded him every chance you got.
Sang-woo always spoke of a future where heâd be successful, where his mother would never have to work a day in her life again. And somewhere in that futureâhe said with a tentative smileâwas you.
Years passed, and the challenges of adulthood crept in. Sang-wooâs ambitions, once so pure and noble, became entangled in desperation as he fell into debt. It started smallâa few bad investments, a loan here and there, promises that heâd make it all back soon. But soon, the debts piled into something worse, a mess that loomed over both of your lives.
He had so much promise, so much potential, and you wanted to see him succeed. So when he started to falterâwhen the world wasnât as kind, when the debts began to gather up, and his once-unshakable confidence began to fractureâyou did what you thought any partner would do. You helped him.
You saw the way the guilt ate away at him. He tried to hide it, but you knew him too well.
âIâll pay off this part for now,â youâd told him gently, holding the bank statement in your hand. He had stared at you, his expression tight, his hands gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white.
âNo,â he had said firmly. âYouâve done enough. I should be the one taking care of you, not the other way around.â
But you didnât care about that. You knew he felt ashamed, that his pride was bleeding, but you loved him too much to let him drown. âSang-woo,â you whispered, reaching out to place your hand over his. âIâm doing this because I want to. Because I believe in you.â
He looked at you like you were his lifeline, the only light in his darkening world. He kissed your hand and said nothing more, but no matter how much you reassured him, the guilt lingered. He began to withdraw, the weight of his mistakes crushed him.
Then, as if the universe wasnât cruel enough, you fell ill. It started with fatigue and a persistent ache in your chest. You brushed it off at first, telling yourself that it was just stress, but when the symptoms worsened, you finally went to the hospital.
The diagnosis was a gut punch. The doctors spoke in clinical terms, but all Sang-woo heard at the moment was that it was serious. You needed treatment, the treatment was possible, but expensive.
The hospital bills mounted quickly. You had always lived sparingly, but this was different. The treatment you needed was far beyond what either of you could afford, especially with Sang-woo already drowning in debt. You had tried to remain strong, tried to reassure him even when your body weakened and the days became harder to endure.
But Sang-woo wasnât strong. At least not in the way you were. He didn't want to put up the pretense of having a "perfect" reputation anymore, he just wanted you.
One night, as you lay in your hospital bed, pale and shivering despite the blankets covering you, he dropped to his knees beside you. He gripped your hand so tightly it hurt, his head bowed, his shoulders shaking.
âIâll get the money,â he said, his voice trembling with determination. âIâll find a way. I promise.â
You looked at him then, really looked at him, and for the first time, you saw the man you loved falling apart. His face was gaunt, his eyes bloodshot, guilt and desperation consuming him.
âSang-woo,â you whispered, your heart breaking for him. For both of you. âIâll be okay... donât do anything reckless.â
But he shook his head, his jaw set in that stubborn way youâd come to know so well. He pressed his lips to your forehead, a lingering, desperate kiss.
âIâll come back,â he said. âWith the money. Just hold on for me.â
You wanted to believe him, but as you watched him walk away, a part of you knew that he was heading down a dangerous path.
At first, you tried to think light. You thought he had simply left to clear his head. Maybe he was meeting someone to talk about loans or some other last-ditch effort to save you. But then the days turned into weeks, and Sang-woo didnât return.
You tried calling him, but his phone went unanswered. You asked the nurses, his mother, even some of his old university friends, but no one had seen him. You didnât know whether to be angry, scared, or heartbroken. All you knew was that he wasnât here, and you were running out of time.
The nurses came and went, offering kind smiles and gentle reassurances, but it wasnât enough. What you neededâwhat you wantedâwas him, by your side.
You missed his voice, his laugh, the way heâd hold your hand and promise you that everything would be okay. You told yourself that he was out there fighting for you, but as the days stretched on, doubt began to creep in.
In your quieter moments, you wondered if heâd given up on you. If the burden had become too much and he just left without a trace. But deep down, you knew Sang-woo. You knew how much he loved you, how determined he could be. Heâd find a way back to you. He had to.
In your final days, you thought about him often. You tried to convince yourself that he had a plan, that he would come rushing through the hospital doors at any moment with that look on his face, telling you everything was going to be okay, that you could heal properly now. But he didnât.
Instead, you were left with an empty chair by your bedside, your heart aching with the absence of the man you loved more than anything in the world.
On the last night, you couldnât fight the tears anymore. You whispered into the quiet roomââI just wish you were here.â Your voice cracked, and you closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion finally take over. You dreamed of him one last timeâof the way he smiled when you first met, of his hand in yours, of the warmth that had once filled your life.
What you didnât knowâwhat you couldnât knowâwas what Sang-woo was enduring.
He had entered the games through a salesman with a suitcase and a card with a number on the back. The games were a deadly competition where the stakes were higher than anything heâd ever faced. Life and death were decided in brutal, messed up versions of childhood games.
At first, he told himself he was doing it for you, for the money that could save your life. But as the games progressed, as blood stained his hands and the faces of those heâd sacrificed haunted his dreams, the lines began to blur.
How much of himself was he willing to lose to save you?
Every decision, every betrayal he made, weighed on him. He thought of you constantly, your smile a light in the darkness. When he felt the weight of his actions crushing him, he clung to the hope that he could still save you. That he could win, come back to you, and make everything right, no matter how exhausted he was, no matter how much pain he had to endure, it was all for you. Because how could he call himself a manâyour manâif he couldn't even keep you by his side? If he couldn't even get the money to save you and have you in his arms again, healthy and full of life?
When Sang-woo finally emerged from the games, clutching the blood money that was counted from each of the lifeless bodies of the other players, he felt hollow. His actions, the lives heâd taken, the people heâd betrayedâall of it threatened to suffocate him. But he pushed it aside. None of it mattered now. All that mattered was you.
He rushed to the hospital, his heart pounding in his chest. He imagined the look on your face when he walked through the door, how youâd smile and tell him that heâd always been your hero. And for the first time since the games, he smiled. He smiled.
But when he reached your room, he froze, and everything inside him seemed to shatter.
You were still, too still. Your chest didn't rise or fall, your lips were pale, and your eyesâthose eyes he had loved so muchâwere closed forever.
The nurse had pity in her eyes as she approached him. "I'm sorry... she passed away a few hours prior. We... we tried calling you, but..."
âNo,â he choked out, he staggered to your bedside, falling to his knees onto the mattress of the bed, his hands reaching for you. âNo, no, no⊠please, noâŠâ
He pulled you into his arms, cradling your lifeless body as tears streamed down his face. âWake up,â he begged, his voice breaking. âPlease, wake up. I have the money now. I did it. I got it for you. You can get better now. Please, just⊠open your eyes.â
But you didn't. You couldn't.
âI got the money,â he whispered, tears falling from his eyes. âI have it. We can pay for your treatment now. Youâll be okay. Youâll be okayâŠâ
Sang-woo's hand trembled as he cupped your face. Your skin was cold to the touch, a stark contrast to the warmth he remembered. He pressed his forehead to yours, the card that contained all the prize money laid forgotten on the floor, a cruel reminder of what he had to sacrifice to save youâof the blood, the death, and the lives he had destroyed in those games. He had told himself it was all for you, that he could endure anything if it meant seeing you smile again. But now, as he held your cold body in his arms, he realized it had all been for nothing.
âIâm so sorry,â he whispered, his voice barely audible. âIâm so, so sorry. I shouldâve been here. I shouldâve stayed with you. I thought⊠I thought I could save you.â
He had done everything he could to save you, but in the end, it wasnât enough. And now, he was left with nothing, because you had been his everything.
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anyone got any tips on getting art industry jobs w/o a college degree bc holy fuck this shit is horrendous /oAo;\
#nebbles talks#s.struggling to. survive working full time and still trying to get an illustration degree..#wish i. couldve taken the semesters off for work again like i did last year#but. unfortunately. since someone decided to change lanes w/o checking for. yknow. traffic in that lane. i now have an extra $200/month#to pay in bills. :)))))#not to mention the horrendous interest rate i got fucked over with :)))))))))#not even looking at the terrible financial stress the stress of these classes themselves is INSANE#like. one prof says hes ''simulating working with real clients'' with how he formats the class#which to him just means 'im going to assign you three major projects at once'#each of which have overlapping and hard set due dates for an asinine amount of preliminary work that can take up to 6 hours EACH#plus you have to submit at least 2 pages for all your preliminary work describing WHY you chose your colors or shapes#and HOW the colors and shapes are effective visual elements#and then you also have to submit a mini essay that describes how your art might fair against other real businesses art and illustrations#like. my guy. i have to work 35 hours a week. and do homework for 4 other classes.#i cannot physically keep up. with that kind of a pace. without killing myself in the process with self-neglect#just. do not understand why i have to run myself ragged and to the brink of total collapse and failure.#just so i MIGHT get improved odds of getting a decent job that wont even help me get above the poverty line#like. i wanna be able to make art for a living and be able to live comfortably#but that just doesn't seem like its possible in the society thats currently set up rn#just. AUHG#;w;
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Since July (when the business I work for got acquired by a larger company) I've been doing a LOT more work and have been under a lot more stress and have been a lot more tired.
I have also said the words "I'm severely underpaid and we need to fix this" to at least three people from the c-suite and have been assured that nobody has forgotten that and that's on the agenda.
It's great that that's on the agenda but I keep having to choose between buying a mattress that doesn't hurt and paying power bills and it has been five months. (I got paid about a thousand dollars for a side project recently so this is no longer a choice that has me over a barrel but also it's not a choice I should have been struggling with given the size of the company I'm now working for and my tremendously increased workload)
All of which is background for the fact that I am applying for jobs and have been spending an unconscionable amount of time on LinkedIn (which is, like, eighty times more soul-crushing than I had realized; it is fucking grim on that website).
Because applying for jobs is a nightmare and because it is totally normal to apply for approximately a million jobs before you hear back from one, I have made up a tiny, miserable RPG to play to track my applications and I figure every time I "die" in the game I'll do something nice for myself like burn a vacation day or get takeout.
Anyway, here are the rules for playing Labor Quest:
Player starts with 100 HP; interactions with the Job Board determine player health over time.
Applying for a position: +1hp
Response: (call or email): +2hp
Interview: +10hp
Rejection: -10hp
Ghosting (1 month silence): -2hp
You die when you get to 0 points.
I'm playing very slowly because I do at least have a stable job with benefits so I'm not putting in more than a few applications a week and I'm currently at a score of 93. I've been ghosted by a landscaping company that was looking for a receptionist (and that I had to do an indeed skills test for to apply) and rejected by an extremely scammy ghostwriting company that I mostly replied to just to see what would happen (it's the writing company from the Dan Olsen "Contreprenuers" video). I suspect that I'm going to lose a lot of HP through ghostings in the coming week (I only wrote this out as a game in October so I haven't been tracking ghostings more than a month).
I'm considering adding modifiers like "reconfiguring entire resume for one submission," "taking skills tests," and "writing a goddamned cover letter," "spending > 1hr on LinkedIn in a 24hr period" that would also impact player HP.
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I spent the past few years trying to have a better relationship with my dad and itâs currently absolutely in shambles
(My mom is kinda thriving though because she hates my dad and I get it now so when Iâm really frustrated she listens and reminds me that yeah he hasnât changed since she divorced him)
#so many times lately thereâs things said and nothing more#or actively pushing against#im barely working#having to pull $900 out of savings in 10 days because health and now im actively missing out on work#dad said heâd cover it#oh but bc itâs out off network but all heâs ever told me was send an itemized bill#but NOW wonât pay it because of that#only got told YESTERDAY they wonât help if itâs not through insurance#so im fucked on That#oh and that $900 is normally dropped Iâd say week to two week basis by my dad on comics#like itâs pocket change#also been asking for a digitizing program for sewing#have not gotten it#instead got me something off Amazon that I canât even use#âwell you didnât tell me what specificallyâ I have and I was also very sick when you asked and treated it like that was my only time to#give a response when he KNEW I was sick#âoh youâre sick all the timeâ YEAH I GO OUT AND HAVE A LIFE WHEN I CAN#I feel like Iâm being punished for not moving completely across the country after having just moved under a year ago half across the country#I moved Kansas to Florida my dad wanted me to move all the way to Seattle area because at the time I was stressing about potentially having#to move out#moving back to a parent isnât what I want#it would feel like admitting I couldnât be away from any family#like pushing constantly and saying itâs an âoptionâ even when I said multiples leaving the area wasnât an option#oh also initially said he would help me get a place out here#then took weeks of being evasive before I had to ask if I was getting help but no because âthe market isnât goodâ#I had to pry that answer out#like also telling me tanz wasnât a good use of money#I apparently cant go through scary health time without having some mental thing too#all I can is say Iâm greatful for my roomie doing the most to help me rn with all this#this isnât even the time he casually said I was an accident or brushes under the rug how severe the family mental health is
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help 2 queers catch up!!
hi!! i hate to make Yet Another post like this, but even despite me finding a job last month and being able to help my partner contribute to rent, we're struggling to catch up with our utilities and getting groceries, as a lot of my paychecks are going directly to rent, our roommate only just got a job this past week or so, so they won't be able to contribute until after they start properly working, and my partner currently only has enough for just the rent for next month, so we don't have much money for groceries currently + we've been stressed about not paying these utilities on time. Any help would be greatly appreciated right now. It's about ~400ish for all the utilities (it'd be less but the gas bill had some deposit fee thing + it's for a month and a half instead of just a month), and about ~100 for getting some groceries till my partner gets paid next week. meme for attention EDIT: so it looks like our roommate will be moving out (long story) so any help we could get with this now that it's just the two of us making ends meet would be greatly greatly appreciated
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Companionship | pt. 1
Dr. Michael âRobbyâ Robinavitch x f!reader
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Series Summary: Heâs not sure how he got here, perhaps itâs the aching loneliness or the overwhelming stress. Youâre there because it seems like easy money and you have a pushy friend. All in all, itâs a good deal â he gets the companionship heâs after, no strings, and you get your utility bills paid on time. Itâs pretty simple, easy, until your arrangement bleeds into something a bit moreâŠcomplicated.
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Note: Me?? Coming off hiatus?? Bit nervous about this one, but Iâm jumping right in lol not sure how long thisâll be. Struggled between making it a reader fic or making an oc, but here we are.
Takes place prior to The Pitt.
Word Count: 1.7k (theyâll likely be longer going forward â just needed to lay the groundwork)
Warnings: BIG age gap omg (roughly 18 years even after I aged Robby down a bit, ~44), foul language, ptsd mentions, mentions of sex work, descriptions of hospitals/patients and brief mentions of violence at said hospital, mild dubious consent later on (like barely), eventual sexual content (afab!reader), angst, mutual pining, mentions of difference in power dynamic, medical errors bc I am a simple bitch, Dr Robby lacking some emotional intelligence/bottled up feelings. (Also you go to school for accounting and have two named friends). Slowburn. Mature themes.
This is not a promotion of such gaps or sugar daddies in general â it was just an idea I had and I couldnât get it out of my head. Dr Robby seems like a good man, so I doubt would actually seek out such a relationship, but I have no doubt that that man is lonely and stressed as hell lol and this is my fic soooo
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Michael Robinavitch really had no idea how he had ended up in this situation, sat in that little cafe miles away from his normal stomping grounds. There was the obvious â getting on the subway and physically walking into the building, but the events that led him there nearly made him stand and walk back out.
It had started with a patient heâd had several weeks prior; a man not much older than himself, who had no family, and money to burn. The pretty woman who had come to visit was out of his league, painfully so, but she had sat diligently by his bedside and comforted him while the residents ran all the necessary tests. When she had slipped out of the room to make a phone call, the man had boasted.
His once complicated relationship with Heather Collins aside, Dr. Robby usually found such age gaps problematic and messy; a man looking to take advantage of such a gap or a woman looking to gain monetarily, or both. In his experience, it was rarely pure intentions â but what the man had gone on to explain after a confused look of one of the residents, was they werenât in a relationship. They werenât even having sex. He was simply paying for a beautiful womanâs companionship. No complex relationship, no true illegal activity or prostitution; just a busy man and an uncomplicated solace.
âNot really even a sugar daddy,â the patient had explained to Dr. Robby and Perlah, doped up on pain meds, âthough itâs a fine comparison.â
What two grown adults got up to in their free time was their own business, the patientâs voice rang in Robbyâs head, and if a man likes to spoil his lover or his friend, then thatâs not illegal.
His heart thumped anxiously in his chest. This was only going to be a distraction, one completely unconnected to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center and that would be a breath of fresh air. Besides, if this turned out to be a complete disaster, he could just go on with his life. No changes.
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You took the long way to the cafe, anxiety eating at your insides. Why had you allowed Erin to convince you this was a good idea? It had seemed harmless at the start â laughing and joking with Erin while you downloaded the app, talking to a handful of guys looking to spoil you. Eventually settling on one particularly reserved man (which you found mildly endearing) and securing a âfirst dateâ. It had been thrilling. It had even been fun.
At least while it was all over the phone. Now it was real and you had such an urge to turn around and run for the hills.
University was expensive, and between clocking in as many hours at your office job and still staying on track with your classes, you still found that rent was hard to keep up with. Erin had found you in a state of distress over a bowl of cheap ramen, explaining quite plainly what she did to supplement her income. It seemed like it would be too easy. Erin told you she didnât start out with anything sexual, mostly just spending time with lonely older men and keeping them company.
It turns sexual only if you want it to, but the pay can be better, was the only relief that echoed in your head. The control lies with you, and never let that change.
It only calmed you slightly â that, and the fact that if this date went terribly, or in a way that you became uncomfortable, you could call it all off. He didnât have your number, or any personal information, only your first name. No arrangements had been made or agreed to, and you found comfort in it. You thought to go in and just get it over with, return back to your apartment and tell Erin: âItâs just not for me.â
Maybe you could pick up DoorDashing instead.
Before opening the door to the cafe, you quickly sent your location to Erin and sent a text to Marsi about coming by to study in a few hours.
You were instantly hit with the calming aroma of coffee once inside, though you felt too jittery to order any. You settled on decaf tea before turning to the tables on the far side of the cafe. You wondered if he was on time, or if you would instead pick the table. Maybe he wonât show.
You caught sight of him almost immediately and it made your heart jump with a renewed sense of anxiety. He was here. He was here.
His eyes were on his own cup, though you knew they were brown from his picture. His hairline was only slightly receding, with his hair thinning slightly atop his head, plenty of laugh lines adorning his face and a thick beard that held several grey hairs. His features seemed scrunched up in thought, dark brows pulled together. You would be lying if you said he wasnât attractive, part of the reason you had accepted his request in the first place. If you were going to do this, it wasnât going to be with someone you could barely look at. You could fake a lot of things, but genuine interest was not one of them.
âMichael?â You asked softly, hand on the back of the chair opposite him.
He looked up and gave a stiff smile, before confirming your name.
You smiled back at him, nodding. You pulled the seat back and sat with slow, calculated movements. Feeling his eyes on you made you swallow thickly, nerves running a rampage through your insides.
Erin had coached you, explained good questions to ask to suss out the bad ones, plus her own advice as to what she looked for and what was a red flag. All the advice seemed to flow right out of your head.
âHow are you?â You asked, thumb tracing over the lid of your tea.
He huffed a small laugh, âIâmâŠfine.â A pause. âLook, Iâve never done this and I donâtââ
Relief pooled through your insides, though the nerves held strong. âWell, at least that makes two of us.â
His brown eyes met yours, seemingly surprised. He swallowed.
Maybe he was looking for direction.
Your eyes flickered to your tea and back again. âSo, can I ask what made you sign up in the first place?â
He leaned back in his chair and cleared his throat. âYeah, yeah,â his expression suddenly turned uncomfortable, his left cheek scrunched up almost in a wince. âIâm just looking for someâŠcompanionship.â
Perhaps he was embarrassed.
You nodded, taking a slow sip of your hot tea. âAnything specific?â
His eyes flickered up to meet your gaze and he blinked. His eyebrows rose, âNothing sexual,â he said, voice dropping into a whisper at the last word. âJust someone to listen, call and talk to, I suppose.â
Your heart stopped racing. âNo interest in a girlfriend?â
âIâm too busy for that.â Though it seemed more like a deflection.
You watched him curiously, raising a brow, âAlright. Something like a friend, then?â
He considered it. âSomeone unconnected to my life.â
â
He said unconnected, but he meant not worried about my wellbeing. He dealt with too many people asking how he was, too concerned with the past. He needed someone that let him breathe, someone he could reach out to on his own terms with no strings attached. Someone who wouldnât pry, someone who would not be offended by his long silences and his avoidance of talking about his emotions. Someone who doesnât look at me like Iâm damaged.
âMore like a companion.â He explained, elaborating, âI need someone who can give me more space than a friend would, whoâs okay if we donât talk for days at a time. Something easy and uncomplicated.â
âAh, I understand.â
At least he didnât sound insane. He had a few friends, but he frequently felt like he was putting on an âIâm okayâ mask whenever he was around them. He didnât want to wear that mask with just one person.
âYeah,â he bit the inside of his cheek, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âWhat is it youâre looking for?â
You smiled, adding to the warmth of your face. You were beautiful, with pretty eyes and hair pulled out of your face. Far too out of his league, and young. Your profile showed an age that put you at nearly eighteen years apart. But, a corner of his mind whispered, itâll be nice to have a beautiful womanâs attention.
âA bit of a distraction myself,â you told him, pursing your lips. âIâve been quite stressed with school and itâll be nice to not think about all that from time-to-time.â Then you smiled. âAnd maybe get some help paying my utility bill.â
He chuckled, soft and quiet, matching the grin on your face. âWhat do you go to school for?â
âAccounting,â you answered after a beat. âIâm working on my masters. What do you do for work?â
âIâm a doctor.â He said, careful to not elaborate much more. He was proud of his position, but he wanted whatever this was going to be to be completely separate from his professional life.
You seemed to understand, not asking any follow up questions that most people might have asked.
After only a handful more questions, you seemed satisfied. He asked about allowance, and your expectations, and found you would be a fine fit for each other. He felt a strange calmness overcome him as your conversation melded into small talk.
When you excused yourself to leave, you explained you wanted a day or two to sit on it. You expressed it wasnât him, but the situation at hand that you wanted to think about. It brought comfort to him, knowing you were both a fish out of water in this situation.
Michael left the cafe feeling lighter than when he had entered, taking a long walk back home â silently deliberating. You were easy enough to talk to, and seemed to understand right away when to ask questions and when not to pry. You werenât asking for anything outlandish in return, or even looking to make a living this way, only needing some help to finish school. He understood that, Pittsburgh wasnât the most expensive city someone could live in, but add in school loans and he could see why you turned to supplemental income, as you had put it.
By nightfall, heâd received a message though the app hidden in a locked folder on his phone.
It was your number.
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