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rafesbuzzcutseason · 3 days ago

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chasing city lights

chapter 20 - sweet time erasing you

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

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cw: language, angst, i recommend listening to sad beautiful tragic while reading this...

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the girls all arrived to your place as fast as they could, finding you in a state.

"oh my god" kie said, taking you in. all the girls did nothing but hold you as you fell to the floor, heartbreaking sobs escaping you.

sarah pulled you into her arms as you completely broke down. kie and cleo followed, wrapping themselves around you like they could physically hold you together while your entire world was shattering.

“it’s okay,” sarah whispered, even though it wasn’t. “we’re here. we’ve got you.”

but nothing felt okay. nothing felt real.

your chest ached like someone had physically torn it open, leaving you raw and exposed. sobs racked your body, each one more painful than the last, and no matter how tightly the girls held you, it didn’t stop the emptiness from swallowing you whole.

“i—” you tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat, another choked cry escaping instead.

“i know, y/n,” kie murmured, rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. “i know.”

but she didn’t. none of them did.

“i can’t-” shaking your head. “i can’t do this. it hurts. it hurts so much.”

sarah tightened her hold on you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “i know, honey. i know it does.”

this wasn’t just heartbreak, this was losing him, losing everything.

"i don't know what to do." you cried.

"there's nothing you can do." cleo said, wiping your tears.

"i have no right to be upset, i broke up with him." you mumbled.

"you have every right to be upset." kie started, "this is raw, this is painful. you're going through heartbreak. allow yourself to feel this."

you swallowed hard, your breath still coming out in uneven gasps. "but what if he never loved me?" the words felt like glass in your throat, cutting you open on the way out.

sarah pulled back just enough to look at you, her brows furrowed, eyes filled with something close to anger. "don’t do that to yourself, y/n. you know he loved you."

"did he?" you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "because it sure as hell didn’t take him long to replace me."

kie let out a sharp breath, shaking her head. "that doesn’t mean what you two had wasn’t real. but you were the one who walked away. he was always going to do something reckless after that."

you wiped at your swollen eyes. "well, congrats to him. he fucking won. he destroyed me."

sarah cupped your face, forcing you to look at her. "no. you ended it because you knew you deserved better. and that’s the strongest thing you could have done."

kie squeezed your hand. “ heartbreak is messy. it doesn’t make sense. it tricks you into thinking you need someone who hurt you. but you don’t, y/n. you don’t need him.”

but you did. at least, that’s what it felt like.

rafe had been your everything. your home in a new city, your comfort, your person.

and now?

now, he was just someone kissing another girl on your phone screen.

fresh tears welled up in your eyes as you pulled away, wrapping your arms around yourself like you could physically hold in all the pain. “i hate him,” you whispered, but the words felt hollow, not believing yourself.

because no matter how much you wanted to, you didn’t hate him. you hated how easily he seemed to let go. you hated that he got to be the one moving on while you were stuck here, picking up the pieces of something that had already shattered.

sarah sighed, running a hand through her hair. “you don’t have to be okay right now. but one day, you will be. and when that day comes, you’re gonna realise that you deserve so much more."

maybe one day, you’d believe that, but not today. not yet.

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a/n: i am very sorry about this one

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harrywavycurly · 2 days ago

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Worth the Fight: Comes in Waves

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language, smut (unprotected sex, I mean you’re literally pregnant so yeah he didn’t wrap it up lol), per usual Harry is panicking.

A/N: I think this is some progress and I am excited to see how y’all feel about it! Also I’ve never written anything like this before so be gentle with me! Enjoy Harry being a complete mess✨

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Summary: You finally get your rocking chair, Harry is dealing with some odd feelings all while the two of you try to figure out the best way to tell the world you’re pregnant✨

Harry can hear the faint sound of music coming from under the bathroom door but he can’t tell what song it is or who’s singing because all he can focus on is how good the person’s neck he has his face nuzzled into smells and how good he feels. If he had to describe it he’d say it’s an intoxicating mixture of something fruity combined with just a hint of sweat that adds to the feeling of pure bliss that’s got him surrounded like he’s being engulfed in a warm blanket. His hands are roughly gripping their hips as their dress is hiked up, panties pushed to the side while his jeans and boxers are down by his ankles allowing him to have all the access he needs while they are sat on the edge of the counter next to the sink. A low moan comes from deep inside his chest when he feels nails digging into his back from under his shirt desperately trying to pull him closer.

“Fuck baby.” His voice is muffled as he barely lifts his lips away from the spot below their ear. “You feel so good.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust as one of his hands slides down their hip to under their thigh so he can wrap their leg around his waist letting him get a little deeper, each thrust of his hips has the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside making them let out a loud moan.

“Oh god.” A breathy moan leaves their lips when Harry begins nipping at their neck as he keeps up the quick and rough pace of his thrusts. He can feel the velvety walls of their pussy begin to squeeze around his cock as his grip on their thigh tightens. “Don’t stop Harry please don’t stop.” Harry looks up and catches a glimpse of the person’s face in the mirror when they lean their head back and rest a hand on the counter behind them and then suddenly everything turns black.

Harry’s eyes snap open as he shoots up in his bed, his chest is rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. He looks down at his hands that are fisting his sheets, releasing his grip on the soft fabric he runs a hand through his hair finding it a little damp no doubt from sweat. His mind is spinning trying to catch up with him and realize he’s awake as he looks around his dark bedroom his eyes squinting at the clock on his nightstand. A groan leaves his lips as his head falls back down onto his pillow when he sees it’s just a little after four in the morning.

“What the fuck.” He mutters to himself as he places both hands on his face as he tries to come to terms with the fact he just woke up in the middle of a very hot and heavy dream. A hot and heavy dream that he swears felt more like just reliving a memory than an actual dream, but more importantly this dream was about you, the mother of his children that he’s due to see in a little less than five hours.

“This is not good.” He mumbles as he tosses the sheets over himself after a few minutes of staring at the ceiling. Coming to the conclusion sleep isn’t coming back to him tonight he rolls out of bed and slowly walks to his bathroom, refusing to look at himself in the mirror when he flicks on the lights he walks over to the shower. “Why’d it have to be today? Of all days?” He groans as he turns the water on, leaving it on cold in hopes the chill of the water will help clear his mind. He’s willing to try anything that will have him be able to go about his day with you with minimal issues because at the moment the thought of being around you does nothing but make his skin feel hot and his heart to race as images of you in not the most appropriate positions fill his mind.

“For fuck sake Harry get it together.” He scolds himself as he undresses and steps into the shower and closes his eyes as he turns his face up towards the water, with each drop that falls on him and runs down his body he’s imagining it’s washing away all the filthy thoughts and images of you and sending them down the drain by his feet. But something inside him knows that’s not the case, he’s not that lucky when it comes to you but it can’t hurt for him to at least try be a little optimistic.

All of Harry’s early morning hopes of being optimistic about not letting his dream affect the rest of his day have officially gone out the window as he stands in your kitchen. He swears he’s not trying to be weird and he really is doing his best to focus on what you’re telling him but it’s as if his mind at the moment can only seem to make everything you say or do snap him back to the dream he just woke up from not even six hours ago.

He doesn’t know why the simple mention of you wanting pineapple in your morning juice has his eyes closing for a split second as the vision of his lips trailing opened mouth kisses down the side of your neck spills into his brain like a flash flood. It’s as if he can still smell the faint scent of your skin as soon as he cuts into the fruit causing its sweet and tangy fragrance to hit his nose. He opens his eyes when he realizes that’s the same fruity smell he couldn’t place, pineapples but there’s also something mixed within it but luckily he knows exactly what it is.

“Cherries.” He whispers to himself as he looks down at the cutting board and goes back to slicing the rest of the fruit so he can add it to the blender. He doesn’t know why you smelled like a mixture of pineapples and cherries but then again he still isn’t sure if his dream is just a dream or a memory that’s slowly starting to reveal itself to him.

“I don’t have cherries.” Your voice snaps Harry fully out of his thoughts as he turns his head to see you staring at him with a quirked brow and your hands on your hips. “Are you okay? You look a little-”

“I’m fine-totally fine.” He knows his cheeks are pink and his eyes are probably a bit darker due to the images and thoughts swirling around his head but he hopes you don’t look too far into it and just brush the whole moment off as him just having an odd morning.

“Do-do you like cherries? I can get some from the store next time I do a grocery run.” He quickly adds while putting his focus back on the fruit in front of him hoping your pregnancy brain will help you switch from worrying about if he’s okay to thinking about fruits and vegetables for your juices next week.

“I don’t really know if I like cherries.” This answer has Harry rubbing his lips together as he nods while you run a hand over your growing bump. “Honestly I’ve only ever had them in cocktails. My go to pre pregnancy was vodka with pineapple and they always toss in cherries with it I’m not sure why.” The knife nearly drops from his hand as you casually confirm that you do in fact drink cocktails with cherries and pineapple making his dream have a more memory feel to it than just a normal sex dream he’d have about someone he finds attractive.

“I’ll pick some up for you to try.”

“Okay.” You say with a shrug before turning and heading into the living room, Harry lets out a deep sigh of relief that for the moment you seem to have let his odd behavior go. For the rest of the time he’s in the kitchen Harry doesn’t let his mind wander off into the deep end, he stays focused on the task at hand because he knows the two of you have a busy day ahead so he needs to be mentally present and not off daydreaming about how good you felt wrapped around him while sitting on a bathroom counter.

“Here you go.” You give him a big grin as he hands you a glass of juice he just made, he even went ahead and put it in your favorite glass that has little books all over it with a lid and glass straw that one of your coworkers gave you for your birthday last year.

“Oh god that’s good.” Your words have Harry’s hands sweating as he watches you close your eyes and tilt your head back so it’s resting on the back of your couch. He swallows thickly as he practically falls into the loveseat across from you as his mind takes a nose dive straight into the deep end of the endless pool of thoughts swishing around in his head.

“Right there.” Your voice is rough as Harry gives you a particularly harsh thrust while his hand that’s not holding your leg over his hip slips down between your open thighs. “Oh god-fuck that’s so good.” You pant as Harry’s thumb beings rubbing circles over your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure to have your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Harry shakes his head as if his mind is some sort of etch-a-sketch and the faster he shakes it the quicker the images that have momentarily taken over his thoughts will disappear.

It’s when he looks at you and sees the concern etched on your face that he becomes very aware of how he looks. His hands are gripping the armrests of the loveseat so tightly his knuckles are white, his cheeks feel hot and he’s sure if he checked he would have a slight sheen on his forehead as if he’s about to break out into a full body sweat due to the way his whole body feels as if it’s on fire. So he clears his throat and says the only thing he can think of on the spot.

“Yeah I just-uh too much caffeine this morning my mind s’a bit all over the place and uhm it’s giving me-me uh a hot flash of sorts.” He pinches the fabric of his shirt right below the collar and makes a show of trying to cool himself down by tugging it up and down a few times.

“How much caffeine did you have because you’re all flushed.” You lean over to place your glass down on the coffee table before standing up so you can step around the table so you’re now standing next to an armrest of the loveseat. Harry feels his heart rate rise as you place a steady hand on top of the armrest so you can lean over and run a hand through his hair. “Did you shower right before coming over? Why is your hair damp?” He wants to answer your question, truly he does but all Harry can think about is how good your hand feels as it runs through his hair.

“N-no I didn’t shower right before-”

“Oh gross it’s wet from sweat? Harry that’s not normal are you sure you’re not sick or something you look-and I’m sorry for how rude this sounds but you look like shit.” He lets out a pathetic sounding noise that you either didn’t hear or are choosing to ignore when you quickly snatch your hand out of his hair and wipe your palm off on your bike shorts.

“M’fine really.” He stands up making you take a step backwards but the look on your face tells him you don’t believe him, but thankfully you just send him a pointed glare before turning so you can head down the hallway.

“You’re very far from fine but whatever just don’t get sick on my couch because then I’ll have to burn it and I really love my couch.” You tell him as you walk down the hallway to grab your computer from your bedroom.

Harry takes the few minutes he has alone to run a hand over his face before he closes his eyes lets out a few deep calming breaths. “I will not have anymore inappropriate thoughts about the mother of my children. I will remain calm cool and collected the rest of the day.” He thinks to himself, repeating it over and over again like a mantra. It’s not until he hears the sound of ice clanking the sides of your metal water bottle that he opens his eyes and takes a seat on the couch.

“What’s this guy’s name again that we are meeting with?” You ask as you take a seat next to him after placing your laptop on the coffee table.

“His name is Jeff he’s my manager but also a good friend of mine. I’ve known him since back in the One Direction days.”

“Okay and he’s going to help us determine when to post the baby announcements? That’s what this meeting is about right?”

“Uh yeah and he’s just going to give us some ideas on what to expect after the announcements are made public and uhm just-stuff like that.” You just nod as you turn on your laptop so you can log into Zoom, Harry chews on his bottom lip as he tries not to let his eyes focus on any part of you for too long because he knows that will only cause issues and he really needs to be alert for this meeting. But when his eyes land on your fingers as they move around the keyboard just simply typing in your information he knows he’s royally screwed because all his mind will let him think about are how those same fingers felt running through his hair.

“Ready?” Harry can only nod as he prepares to have to white knuckle his thoughts during this meeting since just a simple glance at your fingers has his mind reeling.

“So you’re saying you think he should tag me in the post?” Harry looks away from the screen and towards you as you raise an eyebrow at Jeff who in turn just nods his head before turning his attention from Harry over to you.

“I think it’s smarter to just get it out of the way because people will figure out who you are eventually even if he doesn’t tag you so this way we have a little more control over the situation. But what do you think Harry? Are you comfortable with that?” He can feel your eyes on him the moment he turns to look back at Jeff, he rubs his lips together as he messes with the ring on his index finger.

“I uhm-yeah I’m fine with that.” He answers while nodding his head. “Besides your profile is private already so that helps.”

“It helps to a degree but you’re still going to get bombarded on all socials so just be prepared for that.” Harry absentmindedly nods in agreement and if he’s being honest he hasn’t ever wanted a meeting to be over with so badly in his life like he does this one.

He’s been struggling to maintain control of his thoughts since the moment he chanced a small glance in your direction at the beginning of the zoom call just to see you chewing on your bottom lip. What nearly sent him over the edge was when you swiped your tongue over them to get them wet before speaking, it’s like you did it on purpose making sure to do it torturously slow making him have to clear his throat and get up to grab a glass of water before his mind got the better of him.

“I think I can handle that. I only have an Instagram but do you think-I mean I won’t need like a body guard or anything right?”

“That’s up to you. We can see how it goes once it’s out there and if you feel like you need one we can set that up but you’ll be getting a driver that was something Harry mentioned wanting-I think starting next week after the announcement.”

“You want me to have a driver?” It takes Harry a moment to realize you’re speaking to him, it’s not until you place a hand on his arm that he zones back in on what’s happening and what the three of you are discussing.

“A driver? Oh uh yeah I-I was gonna let you use Nick since you’re familiar with him.”

“Nick is your driver.”

“Well now he’s yours.” Harry says with a smile that he knows Jeff can tell is forced as his eyes go from looking at you back to staring at Harry.

“So do-do you have anymore questions?” Jeff asks in a quick save for Harry because it makes you turn your attention away from him and towards the screen of your laptop.

“Not right now. So on Monday we both just post the same photo with similar captions and that’s it?”

“Yeah pretty much. Pick whatever photo the two of you agree on and the rest we will deal with as needed.” Harry nods his head as he half pay attention to the words coming out of his manager’s mouth. You nervously begin to spin the silver band on your thumb finger around as you take in all the information Jeff has dropped on you over the last half hour.

“Okay well thank you. It was nice to meet you Jeff.”

“No problem. You’ll be taken care of okay? We won’t let this get too crazy and it was nice meeting you as well. Hopefully we can meet for lunch or something soon.”

“Yeah sounds good. Talk to you soon Jeffrey.” Harry says with a smile while Jeff sends him a look that tells Harry he’s going to be getting a call from him later. But with a few waves and another round of goodbyes you’re leaning over and closing the zoom application and shutting your laptop.

“That was a lot.” You say in a huff that makes Harry feel like he is being tossed right back into the deep end of his mind that’s a swirling whirlpool of bits and pieces of what he has now come to realize is a memory his mind is trying to put together like a puzzle.

“That was-that was a lot.” He pants as he rests his head on your shoulder and tries to catch his breath. You let out a satisfied huff as you lean your head back so it’s resting on the mirror, your eyes are closed but you still have a hand in Harry’s hair and one fisting the front of his shirt.

“Told you I could handle it.” Your breathy laugh mixed with your nails lightly scratching at his scalp as you run your hand through his hair has Harry letting out a groan as his grip on your hips tighten.

“I only doubted you for a second.” He teases between kisses to the top of your shoulder making a stream of giggles escape you as your hand loosens its grip on the fabric of his shirt.

When Harry feels your hand on his leg he jolts back to the moment and he knows he has to tell you what’s going on because he can tell by the way your brows furrow and the corners of your mouth turn down a bit as you look at him that you’re concerned for him. He doesn’t want to keep making you feel worried about him when in reality all he is doing is having dirty dreams and now daydreams about you, the only mildly concerning thing about them being the timing. He just doesn’t know when would be the appropriate time to tell you this so he just places a hand on top of yours that’s on his leg and gives it a soft squeeze, his silent way of trying to let you know everything is going to be fine.

It’s as if the universe is trying to really teach Harry a lesson today, what the lesson is he has no clue but there’s no rational reason why hearing you laugh and let out a tiny squeal of excitement over your new rocking chair being delivered should have his pulse quickening and his heart rate rising. But that’s what’s currently happening as he stands in the doorway of the nursery and watches you walk over to the green and white striped chair, a smile on your face as you ease yourself down onto the soft cushions. He crosses his arms over his chest as a smile slowly stretches across his face as you close your eyes and begin to gently rock yourself in the chair.

“Oh this is perfect.” Your voice is soft and low as you open your eyes and give Harry a nod of approval since he’s the one who ended up picking the chair out for you from an online store his sister recommended after he learned that a used one just wouldn’t do. “I know just what it needs.” Harry quirks a brow as he watches you get up and walk over to Nora’s crib, the one closest to the door.

Your back is facing him as you lean down into the crib to grab something and the view of you bent over has his head spinning and his hands curling into fists as they fall to his sides. But this time before he can allow himself to indulge in even a second of another glimpse of the memory his mind so desperately is trying to put together he blurts something out that has you momentarily freezing in your spot bent over the crib.

“I remember the night we met.” His words are rushed and his voice is a little louder than necessary but he just needed to get it off his chest. “Or I uhm remember-parts of the night we met.” He explains not wanting you to think all of a sudden he can remember everything that happened between the two of you because he only can remember a very certain part of the night.

“Parts? What parts do you remember?” He swallows down the nerves he feels wanting to take over as you stand up so you can turn around to face him, the pink stuffed bunny from his mother clutched to your chest.

“The uhm-uhm bath-bathroom.” His face is on fire as he admits the only part of the night he can sort of remember.

“Oh my god.” The hand that’s not holding the stuffed bunny comes up to cover your face as a few chuckles erupt from your chest. “Of course you remember the bathroom.” Harry doesn’t understand if you’re mad or not so he just looks down at your feet as you run your hand through your hair. “Is that why you’ve been so weird today?”

“Uhm well-yeah yes that’s why I’ve been a little off today.”

“Off? Harry you’ve been acting like you’re on the verge of spontaneously combusting all day.”

“I’m sorry I just-I had a uhm.” He can’t believe he’s about to admit this to you but it’s the truth and you deserve to hear it. “A dream about it last night and then I realized it wasn’t really a dream it was more like I was reliving a memory.” You want to laugh at how absurd it is that of all the things that took place that night his mind opted to have him remember their romp in the bathroom, but you can tell by the way he’s avoiding looking at you that he’s a little embarrassed about it.

“Well if you remember that maybe the rest of the night will show up in your dreams eventually too.” Your words are somehow exactly what Harry needed to hear making relief wash over him like an ocean wave, you give him a reassuring smile when he slowly lifts his head until his eyes meet yours. “Can I ask you something?”

“Uh sure. Yeah. You can ask me anything.”

“Which part had you sweating and white knuckling the armrest of my love seat earlier?” Harry rolls his eyes while shaking his head as his cheeks turn red at your teasing question. You try to hold back your laughter but it’s useless making Harry let out a dramatic huff as he turns to walk out of the nursery.

“I’m just gonna leave you to enjoy your new rocking chair. Call me if you need anything and uh-I’ll see you Sunday.” He pauses in the doorway when he sees you take a few steps towards him so you can reach out and place your free hand on his forearm.

“Thank you for the chair Harry I really do love it.” With that he just gives you a smile as you drop your hand from his arm. He takes a few steps into the hallway, running both hands through his hair as he finally feels like he’s not hiding anything from you.

Well he is still hiding one thing from you, the fact he has a massive crush on you. As he walks to your front door he thinks calling the feelings he has for you a crush doesn’t do them justice, it feels deeper now that he can remember having you in the most intimate way but that’s something he knows can wait to be discussed when he’s not trying to fight off his dirty thoughts about you left and right. That’s something that deserves to be talked about over dinner or even during an episode of The Voice that you now force him to watch all while he tries to not act like he’s jealous every time you swoon over Niall, but either way it can wait a few more days until he can get a firmer grip on how he feels about you and also is more prepared for the off chance you to tell him you don’t feel the same.

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unholyhelbig · 3 days ago

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Can we please please PLEASE have part two of Brackish?

Title: Brackish [Part Two] | Read Part One Here

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanov/Romanoff

Word Count: 3454

Warnings: Mentions of torture, mentions of mind control, mentions of ice baths, cannon typical violence, nightmares, physical testing, murder, KGB conditioning, Horrible grammar I don't proofread!

Summary: Agent Romanoff is sent into an interrogation room to break the only prisoner they pull from a Hydra compound, but things don't go exactly as planned.

[A/n: Totally wasn't expecting the response the first part got, thank you so much! Truthfully this ask and the draft was sitting in my inbox for months. This is just a bunch of fluff. I don't know where to take it from here. Hopefully you enjoy!]

You’d woken up screaming, something that never bothered Daniel Whitehall. There were stretching corridors that were damp from broken pipes and water buildup. It smelled thickly of metal and never offered any kind of warmth. It carried your agony like a music box, or a greeting card. It had amused him- his men. So, you did your best to swallow your distress. But sometimes it was impossible to tamp things down in the bridge between sleep and alertness.

It had been three days and you still expected to be jerked back into the reality. A frigid tub of ice and metal under Whitehall’s hand. You must have lost your grip on reality and the Avengers Tower, Agent Romanoff and her rigid kindness, was all a mental tactic, to account for the trauma. You’d finally been broken.

But no: Right now, as you woke up screaming as the hours rolled into the fourth day, she was there. The bed was too soft. You’d learned, and sleep did not come easy. But you drifted off in spurts and woke with air caught in your throat. Never yelling. Never in such a panic.

You didn’t remember what had startled you, but there was a cool hand against your cheek and another one splayed against your chest and worried green eyes peering into yours. You moved to fight back, wanted to push the limbs away until you realized who they belonged to. Until you breathed in that polished scent.

“Sorry, I’m sorry” You whispered, your fingers ghosting over her wrists.

She was a busy woman. You’d realized that over the past 72 hours. Agent Romanoff was in high demand, her signature was required on countless documents and many with downturned eyes stalked up to her with a nervousness that you didn’t quite understand but, you were beginning to.

After some persistent pushing from Natasha on the second day, you’d agreed to blood tests, to EKG’s and other medical trials to make sure you were relatively healthy after years of captivity. She’d promised to stay, and she did. While a certain heat and embarrassment colored your cheeks at the unspoken request, she saved your dignity that morning by not brining it up.

Natasha frowned, didn’t say anything but applied a short pressure to your jaw with her thumb before guiding a glass of water to your hand as she lowered herself to the bed. “Sip this, all of it until it’s gone. Don’t gulp, it’ll hurt your stomach.”

You nodded, doing as you were told. She watched you carefully until you finished the glass. You wanted to cower under her scrutiny, but your heartrate had slowed by the time you’d drained the water and she’d taken it the moment it was empty, her hand on your knee as a grounding source. She was like that, you’d learned, attentive and able to read what you needed though you’d not found your voice to ask.

There wasn’t a clock in the guest room. You didn’t know what time it was, but no morning light seeped through the crack in the door and sleep still clung to you like a heavy blanket. You let out a deep breath and pressed your head against the wall behind you, tempted to let your eyes droop shut, but stopped from the fear of another scream ripping through you.

“The nightmares won’t go away. They’ll come less and less, but they’ll always be there.” She swallowed audibly, ran her fingers over a raised pink scar from a blade, or a bullet, or some type of metal that could easily tear skin against her exposed muscle. “What you went through isn’t easily forgotten. You can manage the symptoms, push it to the back of your mind during your waking hours but it’s hard to fight that kind of thing when you’re asleep. You’re guard can’t always be up.”

You nodded, working your hand through your damp hair. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“You didn’t” Natasha assured “Would you like me to stay?”

More than anything. It felt like crossing a line. There wasn’t a chair in the guest room. It was fairly sparce. A bed and a nightstand and lamp that had bathed you both in a soft golden glow. It would be easier to tell her no, to ask her to leave. But your chest wouldn’t forgive you for that.

So, you scooted over, looked at her expectantly, going as far to peel back the duvet. Natasha huffed out something akin to a laugh and laid in the spot that you had just vacated. You could feel the heat of her skin, the closeness of her as you lowered yourself down next to her. She paid you a mercy by turning the lamp off.

The two of you lay, shoulder to shoulder, breath synchronized. You couldn’t sleep. Wouldn’t. Your entire body was wound up. While Agent Romanoff’s presence was a balm, it also wound you up like a spring. You were conscious of every movement. Every twitch of your finger and tense of a muscle.

“It scares me that I can’t remember things.”

You could hear Natasha turn her head in the dark, the shift against the pillow. Her breath was warm against the side of your face. Your fingers curled against the fabric of your shirt, a stone on the center of your chest. You couldn’t remember feeling this comfortable- this at ease- in a long time.

“Do things come back when you sleep?”

It was her job, you knew, to pull things from you. In exchange for a bed and warm meal, you’d give her anything. She had quiet eyes and a quietness to her that gave away the fact that she was examining you methodically. But there was something else there that you couldn’t pinpoint. Something caring.

You turned onto your side, facing her, curling up more for your own comfort. “More of a feeling than a memory. Being there, I recall everything. Whitehall, his brainwashing, his tests and his tortures. His why’s and his motives are foggy. It was like he just wanted to inflict pain. But at his core. At Hydra’s core, I know that’s not true.”

Natasha adjusted on the bed, turned to face you. Inches apart. Her nose was close enough in the dark to bump against your own. Neither of you spoke for a moment, hands brushing closely like a bridge uncrossed.

“I worry that they changed me in way’s that can’t be unchanged, but can’t recall who I was before they’ve changed me. That they kept me alive because they were… succeeding in something that they hadn’t before.” You let out a heavy breath, it splayed hotly against Natasha’s chest, warmed her. “That deep down inside, something uncontrollable is there.”

Natasha made a small noise in the back of her throat that could only be described as a whimper. Tentatively, she’d shifted in the quiet, had found the edge of your jaw in the darkness and traced the sharpness of it with her touch. You let your eyes flutter shut, leaned into it.

Soon, her palm was against your cheek, warm from the prospect of sleep. Her hold soft as she pulled you forward, the initial shock of the swift movement replaced by that detergent scent and the instant comfort. An undignified grunt escaped you when you slotted so perfectly against Natasha’s front.

You’d learned rather quickly that she liked to show her protection.

When your blood had been drawn, the tech on the medical floor insisted of her credentials but quickly blanched with a glare from the Black Widow herself and the assured hand at the base of your spine. You’d shown your strength during the physical trials as they monitored your heartrate during a mile run, and Natasha had watched with a warning stare as another tech adjusted the censors.

And now, she wrapped her arms around your center and hooked her leg over your own. She was tense until she felt the coolness of your nose against her pulse point, the way you nuzzled against her, sighed into her comfort instead of tensed, as if she feared of rejection.

“We’ll figure it out.” Her voice was a rumble, your ear this close to her chest. “Get some sleep. I’ve got you.”

There was a sensor under your collarbone, one on either side of your chest, and another directly under your ribs. Two more that had been stuck to your abdomen. The adhesive was unbearably itchy, and you had half the mind to tear them away. A huff pulled uncomfortably at you. Another huff earned you a sharp glare from the woman wrapping your hands.

Natasha was on her knees for you. Not for you, but certainly in front of you. Either way it made you blush profusely. She worked with intention, making sure that the next trial they were putting you through was safe enough for you to participate in. A tech had offered to do this for her. For you. But she’d refused.

“Stop pouting, sweetheart. This is the last one and then they’ll leave you alone for at least the weekend.”

“Promise?”

Natasha sighed and her exhale was hot against the skin on your chest, forming a valley of goosebumps. You swallowed back a shiver. “No. Now sit back.”

You did as you were told, all the while, another SHIELD tech kept a keen eye on the both of you. Nameless, faceless, dressed in black. You almost preferred them this way. Whitehall was a constant for you, a villain that always signified a form of hurt and anguish. The constant revolving door of men and women made it impossible to link a test with a face.

Natasha was almost the opposite. You were starting to associate that piney, vanilla bergamot scent of hers with safety. It scared you. Her hands were assured and so were her movements. You were very aware that she had been with you nearly all hours of the day since you’d been pulled from the wreckage of all you’d known for possible years. Stockholm syndrome, some would call it.

You approached it with reckless abandon. You didn’t care. She was warmth. She was opposite of ice baths and frigid water that you choked on until you blacked out. She was lean muscle and healed scars and tender green eyes. She made it easier to think. She gave orders that were easy to follow: To sit back. To Stop Pouting. To Get some Sleep. You could do those things. Those things were easy.

“We’ll start at a weight of fifty and steadily increase until you cannot support the bar any further.” The nameless, dark-eyed man said, not looking up from his tablet. “If at any point, you feel uncomfortable during the test, please alert me or Agent Romanoff. Do you have any questions?”

You shook your head, laid back on the cool bench and adjusted yourself until you stared up at the metal ceiling. It looked taller from this angle, impossible to reach. Black weights were saddled on either side. Agent Romanoff’s presence was at your six the entire time. Lingering, watching with careful and apt attention.

“Alright. You may begin. Make sure not to lock your arms.”

The bar was nothing in your hands, a slight nuisance, if anything. Ever-so-slowly the weight was increased: Fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty. All the way to 700 before another huff left your lungs, chin tipping towards Natasha as you stared up at her. Pouting. You were absolutely pouting.

They were being methodical about this, and that also meant it was taking ages. One of Natasha’s brows was quirked and she worried the nail of her thumb between her teeth as they upped the weight to a solid 1,000. You adjusted your hold on the bar. Nothing more, nothing less. There was no strain, no sweat. No spike in heartrate.

“Okay. I think we know enough.” Natasha finally barked. “Right?”

“But I-“

“Right?”

Sure, it had only been a few days, but you knew that tone and it was enough for the SHIELD agent to snap his jaw shut and for you to replace the bar before sitting back up. The test, you were sure, was far from over. But there was such a finality in the demand.

You knew you had some strength to you, sure. Daniel Whitehall wouldn’t keep you locked up the way he did, in a steel-enforced cell, if that weren’t the case. The binds you’d sometimes recall were much too thick for anyone that had the normal stamina, someone who could survive his trials. You don’t remember being tested like this before, your limits pushed.

The SHIELD agent tapped at his screen, letting out a non-committal noise “Well, your strength is remarkable. You say you don’t remember a thing? I think you could benefit from some memory recovery sensory therapy.”

Natasha rumbled in the back of her throat, snatching the tablet from the man before shoving him roughly from the room. You watched the display with raised brows, the protective edge to her that you knew was there, but hadn’t been privy to at this degree. He protested, but didn’t’ overtly stop her. Not even when she slammed and locked the door with the waggle of her fingers and the lowering of the blinds.

“The know at all’s from logistics get on my nerves.”

She wouldn’t look at you, instead clicking off the screen and throwing the tablet onto the counter. There was a light blush to her cheeks. You peeled off your shirt, almost in habit now, leaving you in nothing but one of the agencies issued sports bras. The adhesive was getting too irritating.

Your eyes lingered on her. “Uh-huh, is that all?”

“Yes, that’s all.”

But when those deep green eyes snapped up to yours, the way her breath hitched betrayed her. You’d effectively flustered the Black Widow herself and it brought a sort of heady confidence to you that you quite enjoyed. You ripped the sensor from below your ribcage away, the stickiness making an odd noise as it pulled away.

“I don’t know what you’re smirking about, what he was suggesting is out of the question. They’ve run enough tests on you to determine that Hydra didn’t place any type of chip in your brain. They didn’t change your bone density or alter your blood chemistry. With your added strength, your speed.” She closed the distance between you, ripping another sensor off with little abandon, her hands cold against your skin. “We’re looking at an infinity stone.”

You grunted under her touch, fingers soothing over the spot she’d just torn, a silent apology. “I don’t know what that means.”

“Wanda Maximoff, do you know her?”

You shook your head, remaining still as she moved to the next sensor. Agent Romanoff pulled with the same quickness as before, but was softer with her hands, instantly using the coolness of her palm to quiet the sting that soon followed. You’d given up peeling them away yourself. Instead, you peered up with her with watery eyes, blinking and doe-like. They’d melt her if you weren’t careful, and it seemed like you never were.

“Hydra conducted experiments on Wanda and her twin brother Pietro using something called the Mind Stone. A very powerful mineral that ultimately should have killed them, but it didn’t. It changed their DNA and gave them abilities. Pietro super-speed and Wanda the ability to manipulate the world around her.” Natasha’s voice was smooth as she spoke, the final sensor ripped away, you watched her do it, frowning at the red mark it left behind.

After a few moments of labored silence, she dragged her touch feather-light against your jaw and guided your attention back to her own. “They think Whitehall got ahold of the power stone, and they think it was used to torture you for years to replicate the success achieved with the Maximoff’s.”

“I don’t think he was very successful,”

Natasha’s grip tightened on your chin, not enough to wound, never enough, but a soft warning. “Nonsense. You’re more capable than you think.” Her thumb ran over the blush that was suddenly running across the bridge of your nose and your cheek. “Let’s take a break from all these boring trials. I want to show you something.”

There was a basement that resided below the cacophony of spruced up cells in the Avengers tower. You’d stood shoulder to shoulder with Agent Romanoff and watched as the numbers descended. Her scent had soothed you, even as the cold infiltrated the elevator and reminded you too much of a metal tub, safe for the water.

It jolted to a stop before the anxiety swirling in your lower belly could solidify. Natasha led you into another corridor that looked like all the other corridor’s in the tower. She walked with no urgency and you followed with the same pace. Finally, you reached another non-descript door, only accessed by the card on Agent Romanoff’s belt.

You were hit by the sharp scent of decaying paper, quiet leather and dust. There was a coolness here. A dull light that Natasha flicked on. A heaviness that reminded you of a library. There was a history here that told you it hadn’t been accessed in a long time.

Copy boxes lined bookshelves bracketed to the walls, a single table with a few chairs sat pushed in the corner. Natasha seemed to know exactly where she was going, exactly the files she was looking for. “We’re a multi-trillion-dollar organization, yet, all of the incriminating evidence about the Avengers exists in this singular room.”

You flinched, eyes meeting Natasha after she hauled the off-white box to the center of the table. You watched her carefully, not moving from your rooted spot at the edge of the doorway. You blinked at her, mouth slightly agape. She was trusting you with this. She was trusting you with this?

“Natasha you can’t… you don’t have to…”

“I want to. Come, sit.”

The chair was frigid against your skin, the whole room kept tepid to preserve the documents. Natasha sat adjacent to you, your knees brushing in a surge of warmth. Neither of you moved to pull away. She pushed the box to the far end and pulled out the first file, edging her fingers against the manila.

Before she could pry the cover back, you gripped her hand, squeezed it with fervor. “Wait, you can’t do this. Agent Romanoff, if you… if you tell me this, and I’m- if Whitehall did something that fundamentally changed me and I turn around and betray you, then I’d never be able to forgive myself.”

“Mm” She hummed, frowning down at the file. “There’s more to you than that.”

“And if there’s not? I don’t even have a name, and you’re about to trust me with everything from your past, everything you’ve worked so hard to scrub. I can’t let you do that.”

“You’re not letting me do anything, darling. I didn’t scrub anything, I embraced it.”

Her other hand engulfed the one that had covered the one that had grasped her own. You hadn’t realized that you were squeezing so hard for purchase. Goosebumps covered your entire body, and you were trying not to tremble. It felt as if your bones were trying to claw their way from your skin. You ground your teeth together to keep them from clacking.

Natasha’s hand left yours for only a moment, peeling the cover of the file back, moving it in between the both of you. “I was born in Stalingrad Russia, indoctrinated into the Red Room by a man named General Dreykov. The Red Room was a program designed to create sleeper agents utilized by the KGB. Young girls were taken against their wills and molded into perfect killing machines.”

Your thumb moved over her knuckles, scarred from years of strain. She grasped back, grounding herself.

“For years, I was just that. Ruthless. Cruel. I spilled an impossible amount of blood because that’s what I was trained to do. It was a cycle. Wake up, kill, sleep. Wake up, kill, sleep. Sometimes they’d throw a little torture in there just to spice things up.”

You knit your eyebrows together, a small whimper escaping you.

“Tough room.” Natasha gave you a sad smile “milaya devochka, eventually, someone saw through the dripping ledger and what Dreykov had done. They saw me. That made a world of difference when the programming I had was all I’d ever known.”

You swallowed thickly, fingers tracing a raised pink scar at the edge of her palm. You let out a shaky breath. “And you… can be that person for me?”

“I’d like to be.”

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Astro!

Yan!Batfam x Neglected!Reader Squid Games!AU

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"And goodness knows, The Wicked's Lives are lonely. Goodness knows, The Wicked die alone. It just shows, when you're wicked, You're left only, on your own." 'No One Mourns The Wicked' by Wicked the Musical

Divider creds: (?) and @dollywons

As a kid, all I longed for was someone to play a game with me that didn’t require some form of technology to keep both of us entertained.

Well, be careful what you wish for, because I have reached an all-time low, willing to kill people with children's games to earn money.

How much longer will I spend in this twisted game before getting killed? Maybe this is better whether I win or lose, I still gain freedom.

One choice is just the better option.

That’d be losing winning.

Sure I would feel immense guilt, but I’d be free from debt… and then what? No longer needing to slave anyway from the amount of money I receive.

What then?

Could therapy even help? They’d probably send me off to a mental ward.

Who's going to believe I won millions from playing some children’s games?

I looked around and saw the old man again from earlier, sitting alone in a space, I approached him, and he accepted to play with me.

“When I was little, this was one of my favorite games as a child.” The old man told us while we were walking into an open area.

“Really? I’ll be honest, I’ve never played this game before.”

As we finally found a point to play the game, we conversed.

—

“Did we do this to make a pact?”

He held out his hand, his pinkie and thumb sticking out, I laughed, wrapping my pinkie around his, pressing our thumbs together.

“Sir, no my gganbu- I think that’s what they called a really close friend right?”

—

Eventually we went all for nothing, this was the funniest game I ever played… I almost forgot the fact that I was going to die at the end.

“Ah, guess you won, betting all my marbles for your single one. Didn’t see that one coming.” I chuckled sadly.

He held my hand and placed the last marble in my palm.

“Take it, it’s yours anyway.” I looked up at him in shock, I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.

“We are gganbu aren’t we? Remember we swore on it. And Gganbu always shares everything no matter what. You made this all possible.” My shoulder shook, as I could only stare at my shoes, my eyes felt like facets at the point.

And then I felt these same hands embrace me, and I felt like a child all over again.

“What a great way to go.”

He pulled away, making me face him.

“Thank you. I had a good time.”

I hugged him once again, my tears overflowing on his shoulders.

He let go and I walked out of the gates.

Sniffles were all I could do before I heard the voice behind me.

“I remember my name now. My name is Il-nam. Oh Il-nam.”

I kept walking then flinched when I heard a ‘bang’ go off.

Surrounded by all these dead bodies, and these empty emotions, I pushed forward.

[Player 1, Eliminated]

—

Despite everything, I’m still having these selfish thoughts of staying alive.

We had just played ‘glass bridge’ leaving three of us here, dressed in suits, and eventually I was talking with Penelope, she’s the one that helped me out of the restraint we were in after we left for the first time.

“Hey, [name], just in case either of us can actually make it out of this hellhole, promise that we will take care of each other's loved ones, okay?”

“Don’t say that, we’ll be okay.”

But she took more damage than any of us once the glass had shattered and was losing blood fast.

“Stay where you are, I’ll go get someone.”

I left and went to the guard or whatever they were, to beg, plead, for a doctor, maybe one that could’ve been on standby, but instead they walked past me with a coffin.

I could only stare at my once best friend standing over her bed.

I ran over there and held her body up, shaking her for some sign of hope.

“No, Penelope, please, no…”

—

Approaching the end game, we ate a feast, so fresh and nicely made, I felt the need to puke.

We place in the field shapes surrounding us, to resemble a squid, this was, Squid Game.

The rain soaking both of us, gray skies, and a single guard on the side.

Astro’s shirt still soaked in blood, his suit back on. He spoke before the game began, a knife in hand.

“I ended her suffering. You know she would have died anyway.”

The tears that once stained my face had been washed off by the rain, and now I could only feel disdain for the man I once knew in front of me.

“That’s bullshit, stop lying. She could’ve survived, they could have treated her.”

He retorted.

“I know what you’re like, you’re the reason I had to kill her. I knew you two would stop all this, so she didn’t die there. Even though we’ve gone so far, just to quit?”

It seemed so similar to the time back at the manor.

—

“Damian had a lot happen to him as a child, are you going to blame him for this?” Dick sighed Damian behind him with no remorse for the fact I had slashes on my arm, not deep but painful. And though they wouldn’t leave scars, would that really matter?

He held a weapon against me while all I had was a stack of books now discarded and torn on the ground.

“[name]. You’re older than him, he’s still a child. You are the reason for this, it could’ve been avoided if you didn’t egg things on. Don’t blame Damian for your faults.” Egg him on? All I did was try and avoid him.

It wasn’t fair.

—

Now, if it wasn’t high before, my blood pressure had to be spiking. For that petty reason? Simply because he didn’t want all of this going to waste?

“Was that it? You killed someone because this might end?” My voice trembled.

“Yeah! You and that girl would have been the majority you needed to get out! Going home without anything! I couldn’t live with that!”

“And you think that means anything?! What?! one more life on top of the others you’ve stolen isn’t enough, and won’t be enough until you receive something?! You’d rather have one more dead than for all three of us to leave and somehow find another way to bring something, anything home?!” I shouted back at him.

I took my knife out of my pocket.

“It's over…”

“I won’t let you leave here with the money.”

3RD POV

While the VIP’s finally stood up to watch this entertaining last game.

Two people who have developed over time physically and mentally, once friends, were squabbling, fighting with very small amounts of energy, but a passion to win.

Both stabbed the other when eventually, player 456 was able to get the other on the ground and punched him over and over again.

The Waynes couldn’t help but be relieved this was it, they’d never let her go again, they would make up for everything starting with making sure she would be okay.

“Found the location heading there soon!” They heard Cassandra on the other line.

Late, but they would make it.

—

[name]’s POV

I held my knife, before stabbing it into the field, next to his face, before limping over to the goal point, it felt miles anyway, the guard had his gun loaded and aimed at Astro.

There before me was the practical finish line.

I can’t… No, I refuse to if anything, playing this game has fucked me other the head, but I refuse for one second to let this game be the last thing I ever see Astro at.

“I wanna end here.” I face the guard walking back to them.

“Clause Three of the agreement. The players are able to end the game when the majority agrees, so if we both give up, you have to end it right?” I stumbled over.

The guard spoke on the walkie-talkie while I gazed back at Astro.

“Astro.”

“Back when we went to the same school, we’d hang out together and study before leaving chasing after our purpose that called out for us. Nothing's calling anymore.” After all this time, he still is.

I smiled at him, that once gummy smile I adorned, one that I hated so much.

“Let’s go”

I extended my hand to him.

“Let’s go together.”

He slowly lifted his hand.

“[name], I’m sorry.”

And before I could react, he took that hand and grabbed the knife that I put right next to him, and impaled himself in the neck with it.

Blood gushed out and he choked out blood.

I quickly went to his side, stabilizing his head.

“Astro! Astro!”

“[name]..”

“No, no, don’t speak! Hang on!” I was panicking, this can’t be the end of us.

“M-my mother, please take care of my mom. And…”

“I love you.” That made me freeze my erratic movements, I was sure he could’ve seen my eyes widen.

“Loved you since meeting you.” With that, he closed his eyes and I could only call out his name, and held onto his body, it was getting colder fast.

[Player 218, Eliminated. Congratulations, Player456]

—

3rd POV

“Believe in Jesus or go to Hell!” A guy holding two signs chanted outside in the rain, strangers walking past each other, a white limo rolled up on the side of the street, dumping a bruised and exhausted body on the sidewalk, the same guy chanting untied the girl.

“Believe in Jesus.”

The girl was in the bank depositing 4.56 billion dollars before withdrawing some out. Her hair a mess, eyes sullen and eye bags that dragged down her face, she seemed exhausted. Walking back to the store she once worked at, a sign stated ‘SOLD’ and next to it a reef, “Rest in Peace, Conny Claire, Died too soon, old shop owner that meant so much to many people.” Flowers that surround the message.

The girl that came there for a snack could only sink to the ground in shock, hands rising to cover her face, body shaking and quivering.

Walking down a store alleyway, Astro’s mom approached the girl.

“How have you been, here take some food for the road after losing…” She sighed, and patted the girl's back, walking back to her shop.

“Have you heard from… Nevermind.”

The girl opened her run down apartment where she once lived and went to see all the old photos in the yearbook of classes she had with Astro and in all of the group ones featuring her, her classmates, and Astro she noticed how in each one he was looking at her, with those fond eyes.

She could only fall onto her bed, her tired state crept on her before she fell asleep.

Some time later, the girl kept her promise to Penelope and helped out her family, then left them with Astro’s mom, leaving a wealthy sum of money, they became a family… somewhat of a replacement for the other's loved one, and the girl left paying off whatever debt any of them had.

The girl was sitting alone at the pond, drinking some alcohol. Before an old woman approached her, a flower basket in hand, it seemed she needed to sell them immediately before they wilted away. The girl reached into her pocket, handing her some money before the old woman went off.

Picking up the nicely wrapped flower, a card appeared, making the girl stumble at picking up the card before reading it.

Approaching a hospital, card in hand.

It was the old man.

“What is this… Who are you?”

“Pour some water for me. Please, [name].”

And there she sat, anger rising in her, but she couldn’t do anything against the man who made the games.

She sat listening to the man talk, about the homeless guy below them, about how everything he said about himself was true, how he missed the old days, him and his friend used to have the time of their lives, and how no matter if you're homeless or rich both lives are no fun. Then a clock struck.

She looked at the machine to see that his heart was no longer beating, instead a flat line appeared. Getting up, she closed his eyes.

That’s when she finally started her life again. She got it together.

So, at the first place, her life changed at the same bus stop, well across from it, the skies were clear and the sun was glaring into the area. It had been a regular day for her, working at her own company and all.

Maybe that’s why when she unlocked her car and stared right in front of her at that same place, she was shocked to see her father, Bruce Wayne, and his family.

That’s it for this part of Astro! Did you like it?

Also, unlike Squid Game, soon after [name] left, everyone that participated in Squid Games got arrested, which made it on the news, but was looked past after a few months, [name] made gravestones for Penelope and Astro.

Ofc the Batfam got the credit and got even more famous for uncovering this incident, which is also why they hadn’t ‘visited’ [name] and now are just getting to it.

Not the update you expected, but I hope you like it.

Any comments, advice and corrections are appreciated!!!

-ILoveeeMoney

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rafesweetie · 3 days ago

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rafe is precious about his car.

it’s one of his less admirable traits, but he spends way too much money on his benz and there is no way he’ll let anyone get it dirty.

it’s light blue and sleek, and inside it’s leather and pristine. he’s had it for seven months and it still has that new car smell. maybe it’s because of the lack of fast food he lets in his car. either way, his car is pristine and he will not let someone like you, his girlfriend, mess it up.

there’s a few times where he has to reiterate some of his rules for you. the first rule? no feet on the seat.

it’s a rule you cannot seem to get through your head, as much as you try. it’s just comfy to have your knees to your chest as you sit and relax.

getting in the car after a late night at topper’s house party, your knees find your way to your chest so your chin can rest of them and you can shut your eyes after a tiring and busy night. as you put your feet up, rafe grabs your ankle and yanks your leg down.

“ow, rafe!” you whine.

“c’mon, you knew that was coming. no feet on the seat,” was his answer, reiterating his rule.

“what if i take off my shoes?” you offer, just wanting to rest comfortably on the drive home.

“no.” he repeats. “no feet, baby,” you sigh.

“my feet are clean,”

“stop arguing, not gonna work,”

so with that, you slump in the seat, choosing to be content sitting normally, with his big hand on your thigh.

the second rule is no food in the car. it’s a simple rule, one you obey most of the time. unless the two of you are in the car for a while.

“oh, rafe, there’s a chick-fil-a,” you point out during a road trip with him. “can we go through the drive thru?”

“fuck no,” he responds, driving straight past it.

“but raaafe, i’m hungry!” you complain.

“hey, i can turn around and we can eat in,”

you shake your head. “no, rafe, got these in,” you point to the heatless curlers in your hair. “can’t go in public with these,”

“shit,” he sighs. “no food, then,”

“why can’t we just go through the drive thru and you can make an exception?”

“no.”

you groan and he keeps driving. it’s a cruel thing to keep your girlfriend from eating, but he doesn’t trust you (or anyone) not to make a mess. so it’s worth it for him.

the third and final major rule is that you don’t control the music. every single part of his life is integrated with you, he’s bent his lifestyle for you, so the one thing he gets that’s still fully masculine and him, is his music.

every now and then you’ll make a request, and he might play it. but for the most part, he’s listening to rap and r&b music — future, carti, kendrick, don toliver, drake.

he’ll listen to a request if it’s out of the three ‘girly’ artists you like. that includes sza, lana del rey, and tate mcrae. he only started to warm up to taylor swift when you played him ‘end game’ and the version of ‘bad blood’ featuring kendrick. he likes only a few lana songs, which are the ones with a$ap, quavo, and the weeknd.

if you happen to request someone not his speed, he’s not gonna listen, in any circumstance.

“ray, can i have the phone to play a song?” you ask gently, reaching for his phone. he grabs your wrist.

“woah, woah. uhhhh, it depends, baby,” he stops you. “who you gonna play?”

“was gonna play some sabrina or gracie,”

“no, don’t like ‘em.”

“raaaafe,” you whine. “you’ve literally gone to sabrina’s concert with me!”

“that was just so we could do her position for that one song,”

you sigh, slumping in the leather seat. “fine.”

he pats your thigh to cheer you up. “hey, c’mon, tell you what — i’ll play that lana song we both like. what’s it called again?”

“groupie love?” you perk up a bit.

“yeah,”

“okay!”

he turns the song on, turning it up loudly. his fingers drum to the beat on your thigh, as you perk up and listen too.

rafe’s precious about his benz, but it’s okay to you — because maybe if you’re good, you’ll be bent over in the backseat after the drive.

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prettygirl-gabi · 3 days ago

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Title: Dancing with a Stranger

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Rating: T (Teen)

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Word Count: ~2.5k

Summary: she’s got you dancing with a stranger and she’s not liking it one bit

🏷️: @yailtsv , @paxaz535 , @sitawita , @authentic-girl03 , @vamptizm

I wasn’t supposed to be here.

The club pulsed with bass, neon lights casting streaks of color across the crowded dance floor. Bodies moved against each other, heat rising in the air like static before a storm. I hadn’t even planned on going out tonight. But sitting alone in my apartment, staring at my phone, waiting for a text from Paige that wasn’t coming? That was unbearable.

So here I was.

With someone else.

A stranger’s hands rested on my waist, pulling me in closer as we swayed to the music. I barely caught his name when he introduced himself, not that it mattered. He was a distraction, a temporary fix for the ache in my chest. My fingers toyed with the rim of my glass before I drained the rest of my drink, the burn of liquor doing little to numb the feeling I was trying to shake.

Paige and I were done.

At least, that’s what she had said.

“I don’t think this is working anymore.”

The words replayed in my mind, cutting deeper every time. I hadn’t even fought her on it. I had too much pride for that, even though every part of me had wanted to beg her to stay. Instead, I had let her go. And now, I was here, dancing with someone who wasn’t her.

The stranger leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “You good?”

I forced a smile, nodding, even though I wasn’t. “Yeah. Just in my head.”

His hands squeezed my waist in reassurance, but it wasn’t comforting. His touch wasn’t right. His body didn’t move like hers. His scent wasn’t the one that used to cling to my hoodie after late-night drives with Paige.

I closed my eyes, trying to let go, to disappear into the music.

But then, my stomach twisted.

A feeling—no, a presence.

I turned my head slightly, and there she was.

Paige.

Standing by the bar, eyes locked on me, her jaw clenched tight.

Her blonde hair was pulled into a loose bun, strands falling around her face. A fitted crop top and jeans hugged her frame, and if I weren’t so bitter, I might have admitted she looked good. Too good.

But her expression?

That was a different story.

She was pissed.

Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand, knuckles white as she watched me. My body tensed, every nerve hyper-aware of the weight of her gaze.

She wasn’t supposed to be here.

Or maybe, I wasn’t supposed to be here.

Dancing with someone else.

Her lips parted slightly like she was about to say something, but she didn’t move.

Fine. If she wanted to watch, I’d give her a show.

I turned back to the stranger, letting my hands slide up his chest as I leaned in close. I didn’t care about him—I barely even saw him. But I wanted her to see. To feel what I felt when she walked away so easily.

Her chair scraped against the floor, and I knew she was coming before I even looked.

A second later, she was there, grabbing my wrist, yanking me back.

“What the hell are you doing?”

I ripped my hand away, heart hammering. “What does it look like?”

Paige’s eyes darkened, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. “You’re seriously out here with him?”

I scoffed, crossing my arms. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

The guy beside me cleared his throat. “Uh, do you two need a minute—”

Paige’s glare shut him up instantly. “Yeah. We do.”

I rolled my eyes, stepping away from both of them. “You don’t get to do this, Paige.”

She followed me as I pushed through the crowd, the heat of her presence burning into my back.

“Do what?” she shot back.

“Act like you care.”

“I do care.”

I whirled on her the second we reached a quieter corner, away from prying eyes. “Then why did you leave?” My voice cracked, and I hated myself for it.

Paige sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I thought it was what you wanted.”

I laughed bitterly. “Bullshit. You made that decision all on your own.”

She exhaled sharply. “I was scared, alright?”

“Of what?”

She hesitated.

“Of us?” I pressed. “Of actually trying? Because you’re really good at running, Paige. Really fucking good at shutting people out when things get real.”

She flinched, guilt flickering in her eyes. “I wasn’t trying to shut you out.”

“Well, congratulations. You did anyway.”

A tense silence settled between us.

The music pulsed in the background, distant, muffled.

Paige took a step closer, voice softer now. “I shouldn’t have left.”

I didn’t move. “No, you shouldn’t have.”

She swallowed hard. “And I sure as hell shouldn’t have let you think I didn’t want you.”

My breath hitched.

Because that was the thing—Paige had always wanted me. But she had never been good at showing it.

She reached out, hesitating for a second before her fingers brushed against mine. “I miss you.”

I closed my eyes. “Paige—”

“I miss everything. Us. You. Your stupid movie nights where you force me to watch rom-coms. The way you steal my hoodies even though you have your own. The way you—” She exhaled shakily, shaking her head. “I miss the way you love me.”

I looked away, blinking back the sting in my eyes. “You don’t get to say that now.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not fair.”

Paige reached for my hand fully this time, lacing her fingers with mine. “I don’t wanna be alone tonight,” she murmured, echoing the song playing in the background.

I sighed, leaning my head back against the wall. “I don’t either.”

Her thumb brushed against my palm, gentle, hesitant. “Come home with me.”

I exhaled sharply. “Paige—”

“I know I don’t deserve it,” she admitted. “I know I fucked up. But let me fix it.”

I studied her, searching her face for any sign of doubt. But all I saw was sincerity.

I wanted to be mad.

I was mad.

But I also wanted her.

Always had.

So, I made a choice.

I sighed, squeezing her hand. “You’re lucky I’m still stupidly in love with you.”

Paige let out a breathless laugh. “Yeah?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

A slow smile spread across her lips as she pulled me closer. “Then let’s get out of here.”

I let her lead me out of the club, the stranger long forgotten.

Because at the end of the day, no matter how hard I tried—

Paige was the only one I ever wanted to dance with.

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muwapsturniolo · 17 hours ago

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I was all over her ⋆.˚ M. Sturniolo

"N-no...No girls or guys...I don't uhh - girls don't really look at me."

⟢No smut, loner!Matt, tiny bit of asshole!Matt as well as angst. Deep convos and vaping, that’s it me thinks

@adornedwithlight for divider!

Pursuit of Happiness

That was the song currently blasting throughout the house of a random person Matt didn’t know.

He had been dragged here by his brother Chris, the younger boy claiming that a girl he was talking to asked him to come and bring people. Matt didn’t know why Chris brought him out of all people—he wasn’t the party type, nor was he a good wingman.

He tried to enjoy the party, he really did, but this wasn’t his style.

The loud music, bodies bumping into each other like sardines in a can, the excessive drinking—he preferred more chill, laid-back settings.

Hence, why he escaped to the bathroom filled with balloons and laid in the tub.

It was a weird hiding spot, but it brought him comfort. Chris didn’t even notice he had disappeared. No one did. He liked to think it was his own superpower.

He let out a deep sigh as he closed his eyes, humming along with Cudi as the balloons lay on top of him like a blanket.

Suddenly, the music got louder for a split second, the door opening and closing as a voice was heard.

“Pee, I have to pee so bad. No more drinks for me, unless it’s an Angry Orchard. I fucking love app—it’s occupied.”

The girl nearly jumped out of her skin, wincing softly as her side hit the corner of the counter.

The two stared at each other, one with wide eyes and the other in annoyance.

“Can you get out?” Matt asked right away. He didn’t mean to be harsh, but he wanted to be alone and not with some random girl.

“Bro, I really have to pee. I damn near made a puddle on the couch. I promise I’ll be quick!” For extra flair and a way to convince him, she clenched her legs together and did the ‘pee dance.’

“Is she being serious?” Matt thought to himself. He let out a huff of frustration and lazily motioned toward the toilet, looking back down at his lap covered in balloons to give her some privacy.

After a few seconds, he noticed the silence in the small space. He side-eyed her and saw her sitting on the porcelain throne with a sheepish look.

“Are you going to pee or…?”

“Sorry... I’m pee shy.”

He groaned loudly and ran his hands down his face in frustration. “Just close the curtain! It’ll help me pretend you aren’t here!”

The boy in the tub yanked the curtain with force, the sound of tinkling immediately being heard. He tried to ignore the sound, thinking about everything else besides this moment.

As he got lost in his head, he missed the sound of toilet paper, the flushing, and the washing of hands.

She went to leave the bathroom, her hand just a centimeter away from the knob, when suddenly, she thought about something.

Matt’s eyes flashed open when the curtain was yanked back, the girl standing tall over him.

“Do you have a vape?”

He sighed as he reached into his pocket for the small device, handing it to her and mumbling to himself. He could have told her no and to get out, but he figured letting a stranger hit his vape for a few seconds wouldn't cause any harm.

Except it wasn't just a few seconds.

The girl smiled and settled down on the floor next to him, hitting the fruity-flavored air and blowing it out.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before she finally spoke, “What are you doing in here away?”

She handed him back the vape, watching as he took his own hit before exhaling.

“Don’t like parties…”

“So why are you here then? And what’s your name?”

For some odd reason, Matt couldn’t answer her question or at least the first half of it. He decided to avoid it altogether, deflecting by asking her the same question.

“What’s your name?”

She smiled at him, her body leaning more against the tub.

“Trouble.”

He raised a brow at the name. He could tell it wasn’t her real name, but in an odd way, it fit her perfectly.

“So, are you going to tell me your name now? Or am I going to have to play hangman to figure it out?” He found himself chuckling softly at her question, the idea of teasing her and having her guess being too good to pass up.

“Guess.”

“I’m just going to call you Blue.”

His brows furrowed at the name. Why would she call him that?

“Blue?”

She shrugged as she plucked the vape from his hands once again. “Yup, Blue. Blue eyes, you’ve got a blue balloon on your lap... plus you give off blue vibes.”

He wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘blue vibes,’ but he took it as a compliment. He takes the time to examine her, processing her choice of clothing and how she looks.

She had on an oversized sweater that was a bit random, between the blue skulls with eyes and the two bands 'Nirvana' and 'Smashing Pumpkins' on it, he didn't know if he liked it or hated it. She paired the oversized sweater with a pair of ripped fishnets and a pair of beaten-up platform Converse on her feet.

Her hair was slicked up into two balls of curls, a few stray pieces hanging down and framing her face.

She didn't look like all the girls attending the party. He didn't mean it in a degrading way, he meant that she was different - in a good way.

"So why don't you like parties?" She asks the question once again, hoping to get a different answer. He already stated he doesn't like parties, and she understood that, but she wanted to know the reason.

Matt shrugs, leaning his back against the wall and propping his legs up in the tub. "Don't know really... I think I like parties but not ones like this. It's too packed, too loud and hot. The music is ok, but I don't even know whose house or party this is."

"Bonnie."

He turns and looks at her with a questioning brow, hoping she will elaborate. "Bonnie, it's her birthday party. I know her, but not that well. Honestly, she's kind of a bitch, but she's friends with my best friend, so I got dragged along. Not complaining though, Bonnie has some good alcohol and-"

Matt watches her as she rambles. He usually hated when people talked too much for no reason, especially when he didn't want to talk. But for some reason, he found her rambles enjoyable. Maybe it was because she was odd herself, maybe it was because she acknowledged his existence and actually sat to talk to him.

"My brother, Chris, dragged me here because he likes some girl and she invited him. He didn't want to come alone, so I was dragged out of bed, and now here I am."

"Who's the girl?"

Matt shrugs and runs a hand through his hair, adjusting his body so he is actually facing the girl on the other side of the tub. "I don't know. if I'm being honest, I really don't care. Chris finds a new girl what seems like every other day, I'm done trying to keep up."

The girl known as Trouble hums in acknowledgment, resting her arms on the rim of the porcelain tub.

"Well, what about you?"

"Well, what about me?"

"Any girl in your life? Maybe guys? I'm not one to judge."

Matt could feel his face getting warm, his eyes darting down at the balloon-filled tub. "N-no...No girls or guys...I don't uhh - girls don't really look at me."

"What do you mean?"

He shrugs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck before resting his head on the edge of the tub, the girl following suit. "I don't know...I think I'm invisible to most people, like they see me, but they don't see me, you know? usually, I enjoy that, not being seen and being able to be alone and with myself, but sometimes it's a curse. You get lonely, but you get used to it... Then when they do see me, it's like I don't match the version of me in their head, I somehow fuck up, so once again, m'left alone."

Silence settles over them for a moment, Matt realizing he rambled and expressed too much, it wasn't something he was used to doing.

" I see you...."

Her soft words cause Matt to turn and look at her, his expression one of nirvana.

Truth be told, these two strangers didn't know each other, they just met and yet, a mutual understanding is had, a connection is being formed - a deep connection.

It seems like time grows slower, the world moving in slow motion as their faces inch closer. The muffled music and voices from the outside created an odd sense of tranquility in the dimly lit bathroom.

There was no urgency in the moment, the two strangers that seemed to be growing closer at an accelerated pace, teetering on the edge as their lips ghosted each other, their breath fanning over the other's face.

Just before their lips could meet, the bathroom door swung open, a guy standing at the entrance. He misses the way trouble and blue jerk away from each other, their eyes wide and hearts beating wildly.

"There you are! I've been looking for you forever. Party is almost over, let's go."

Matt watches with longing as the girl stands up, giving him one last glance as she leaves with the other boy.

After a few seconds, he stands up quietly, the balloons in the tub flying up and spilling over. He moves towards the sink, gripping the counter as he stares at the reflection in the mirror.

He couldn't help but feel a dull ache in his chest, the loneliness settling in once more.

Who was that stranger that came to get her? Was that her boyfriend? If so, why did they almost kiss if she was taken?

Why doesn't he feel bad about the potential kiss?

He sighs and rubs over his face.

They didn't makeout, yet he was all over her.

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lascvitae · 1 day ago

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❦ — the beginning of an era

synopsis. after landing a main role in an upcoming kdrama, y/n moves away from home to fulfill her dreams. upon arrival, it seems that her co-star has taken a newfound interest in her.

pairing. actress!minjeong x actress fem!reader genre. fluff(?) warning(s). none.

word count: 1.3k

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: okay so i wanna make this a mini series and i have a few ideas in mind but if you guys have any scenarios or ideas then please don’t hesitate to send an ask!!

series masterlist.

it was around twelve pm once y/n finally landed in the heart of south korea, miles away from home for one of the first times ever.

almost a month earlier she received a call that changed her life. she had been casted the main role of an upcoming kdrama and while she had to move to a serviced apartment in the city, it was everything that the girl dreamed of doing since the age of five.

ever since that point she had starred in musicals, as background extras, side characters and even the younger version of main characters. yet with all of that experience, it felt like something was missing. something that she had just found.

the countless billboards gave her a glimpse of the bright future ahead— there were tons of famous celebrities, some who she couldn’t even name. but there were definitely a few that stood out the most.

there was jun jihyun, who owned numerous awards for her talent and not too far away was song hyekyo. everyone that y/n laid her eyes upon had a high level of fame and it filled her heart with hope for what was to come.

today was the day she would meet her co-stars and the place that she would be calling ‘home’ for the next few months.

leaning against her luggage as she patiently waited for the vehicle to arrive, a few buses passed by to pick up the other pedestrians. only one bus caught her attention.

plastered onto the side of the bus was one of the most well-known actresses in the industry — kim minjeong. y/n studied the advertisement for a lip balm with an intrigued smile. she could already see her own face on the side of a limousine bus.

minjeong wasn’t only known for her amazing performance on camera but also due to her kind-hearted nature. there probably wasn’t a single/ bad video of that girl on the internet. even if you hated some of her characters, it was impossible to hate her. though, most co-stars would mention that she is ‘slow to warm up’ and can even come off as rude or bratty at times.

a black suburban parked in front of y/n, snapping her out of her out of the mini-daydream, reminding her that it was now her turn to leave her mark on the world.

while y/n strolled her luggage towards the trunk, a man dressed in a black suit and tie cane around to grab everything for her. “let me grab this for you.” the man extended a hand, carefully taking the luggage with ease and securing it into the back. “thank you.” y/n muttered.

once he assured that his precious cargo was settled, the vehicle began to move and y/n let out a breath she had no idea that she was even holding.

all of the buildings that seoul fostered allowed a crumb of homesickness to sink in, wiping the smile clean off of her face. she looked down at her phone, seeing the message from her mother and best friend, aurora.

rory 💓

‘i miss u already 🥺🥺 u better text me everyday!!’

Sent 9:37 AM

my queen bee ❤️‍🔥

‘Don’t overwork yourself, honey. i’m always one call away if you need me. -Mom’

Sent 6:17 AM

my queen bee ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

‘I’m here to support you in any way you need.’

Sent 6:17 AM

the messages resulted in a pout and y/n decided to put her phone away before a tear could form, forcing herself to look outside of the window.

to her surprise, the car came to a stop a while ago and she hadn’t even realized it. the driver was already working at her luggage, opening up the door for her.

“thank you.” she held her purse as she eagerly stepped out of the vehicle, mouth agape from the tall building that stood before her. while y/n had achievements of her own this felt like a new key to stardom, there were even intimidating bodyguards standing at the entrance. there were paparazzi surrounding the building but it didn’t seem like they could get in.

y/n felt a rush of relief at the security system implemented.

with a singular look they granted the two of them access and they were on the way to the elevator.

the interior of the lobby was gorgeous, decorated with long chandeliers and colors along with gold that were visually perceived as expensive. almost every single intricate detail caught y/n’s eye as they settled into the spacious elevator.

“is this your first big role?” the driver, or what he seemed more like, the assistant asked y/n. she smiled nervously. “could you tell?”

he shrugged, not wanting to offend the girl. “a little bit. don’t worry, you’ll love park seonho. he’s a great director.”

her eyes nearly popped out of her skull.

she had only met the casting director so this was news to her — park seonho was one of the directors that y/n had respected the most. it gave her so much motivation for the show that she had to hold back a squeal.

once the elevator ding indicated that they had made it to her floor, y/n followed the man to her new apartment.

“um, how do these work?” she sheepishly asked as the door swung open, her mouth following quickly behind.

the apartment was huge — and it wasn’t short of how luxurious the lobby was decorated. there were more seats in the living area than y/n could have imagined herself needing, she had just moved away from her hometown after all. the only person she knew was the mother of the baby that couldn’t keep quiet in the plane seat next to hers. all she could do was gasp as they walked further inside.

“i don’t have much information on that part. your neighbor arrived about an hour ago. she’s your co-star.” he set down all of y/n’s luggage before heading for the door.

“by the way, you can call me mr. kim. i’ll be your driver for the next six months, miss y/n.” the girl bowed as he introduced himself, and just as quickly as he arrived, he had departed.

the spacious apartment building left y/n speechless and so that she couldn’t procrastinate about it later, she began to unpack all of her bags. her mystery neighbor proved to be a powerful distraction, though.

to fulfill the never ending curiosity, y/n swiftly traversed to the door adjacent to her own. with three knocks, she put on the brightest smile managable.

after a few seconds passed the door finally swung ajar and y/n wasn’t sure of what she recognized first. the short blonde hair, the rosy pink lips or the shirt that revealed a sliver of the girl’s infamous abs.

“hello.” she greeted with a bow, instantly recognizing her co-star. at this moment y/n realized that she was staring, or even gawking at this point. but how could she not? it was none other than kim minjeong.

“h-hello.” she returned the bow, blinking to confirm the girl before her eyes.

curiosity piqued, minjeong’s lips curled into an interested smile. “i’m looking forward to working with you…” she trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

“y/n.”

“y/n. perfect. i’m min—“

“i know who you are, it’s okay! i’m — um, i’m looking forward to working with you too.” the smile on her face widened. “of course.”

y/n chewed at her lower lip. “so, uh, how do these work exactly?” minjeong seemed slightly confused before she understood the question and why you were asking it. “it’s like a hotel. housekeeping will stop by every wednesday and it should already be fully furnished. at least, i hope that was the case.”

y/n wasn’t sure if she was nervous or if she genuinely found her words funny but a light hearted chuckle escaped the lips she had been nibbling at. “it was. thank you, minjeong.”

“no need.” she offered another kind smile. “you know where to find me. you should settle down.” the door closed shortly after that and y/n could feel her heart trying to escape the restraints of her chest, hitting herself in the head a few times.

“why did i stutter like that?” the whispered sentence was only audible to her as she glanced at the end of the empty hallway before hiding inside of her apartment. y/n had just made her first friend in korea. kim minjeong. one of the most talented women in the country.

and they were neighbors.

the next six months were going to be a roller coaster.

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maskedcrawford · 3 days ago

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Green Eyed Monster

G-Dragon x Reader x platonic! Jackson Wang

Summary: You and Jackson Wang get close through work and your ex isn't too keen on the fact that it looks like you've moved on.

Warnings: Some angst, fluff at the end.

A/N: Thank you to anon who requested, I got to try my hand at writing for Jackson Wang and I'm going to OPEN requests for him if you guys want something. Leave a like and/or a reblog if you enjoy! Much love <3

Requests are OPEN

You’re sitting in the makeup chair when you feel a pair of hands delicately touch your shoulders. You look up from your phone in the mirror and you see his big dark eyes and light brown hair in the mirror.

“Well, it took ya long enough, J,” you say with a teasing smile as you get up and hug him. You and Jackson Wang had been working together for the last 4 months on a song for your album and today you were shooting the video.

“Always a pleasure,” he says genuinely and returns your hug. Were you and Jackson together? No. Were there rumors about such things? Absolutely. The song being about love didn’t help matters. You guys had known each other briefly through mutual friends but when you had the idea for the song, you knew his vocals would take it to the next level.

“Jackson, Y/N!” the director shouts and you two spring into action with the video. The video itself was pretty intimate; the two of you on a bed tangled together in the sheets, touching, be all close and having no sense of personal space whatsoever. But, Jackson is a professional.

“So if I put my hand here,” he’s talking to the director and looks at you and you give him a nod before he touches your hip.

“And then I can slide it up like this,” he does the motion and pulls you closer to him.

“Yeah, that’ll work perfectly,” your director says and you roll with it.

“Let’s move on to the kiss,” the director announces after that scene. You blush as the time comes for the practical make out session that’s needed for the scene. Jackson was obviously cute, and him so being so respectful and kind? That only made it worse.

You can’t help the nervous laugh as you two are placed together and he starts smiling at you.

“You ok?” he asks genuinely, “We can figure something else out if we need to, find another way to,” you put your hand on his chest to stop him.

“I’m fine, seriously. Just don’t eat my face,” you wink at him with a chuckle. He gives you a gorgeous smile while shaking his head.

“Might be hard, you’re lookin extra good in that outfit,” he subtly looks you up and down. You two had a flirty relationship, but both of you knew it wouldn’t really go anywhere. The scene commences and you lock lips passionately and for a brief moment you forget its for a music video, that is until you hear the director call cut and you both slowly separate, a slight blush on both of your cheeks.

“That was great, guys. We’ll pick it up tomorrow!”

The video is done after a few days and the album dropped four months later. Your adventures continue with a world tour together, but tonight you were performing at the infamous MAMA awards. Since you two were doing a love song it was known that you would have to kiss for the sake of the performance.

“Look, people love us together,” you smile as you show him a picture you posted with a bunch of likes. He smiles as he clicks on the comments.

“This isn’t helping the dating rumors ya know,” he winks at you playfully and you roll your eyes.

“Us kissing every night doesn’t either, not to mention neither one of us have confirmed or denied anything. Besides, who we go out with really isn’t their business.”

“Ever since you made headlines with G-Dragon though, they think it is,” he corrects you. You raise your eyebrows with a sigh that confirms he isn’t wrong.

You and Jiyong had been together 4 years, until the beginning of this year. Schedules got in the way, and Ji had admitted to kissing another woman at a party when he was drunk. It was a one-time thing and for a while you were able to move past it, but eventually, everything came crashing down.

“How could you still not trust me?” he shouted. You were in tears, your nerves were shot and honestly you didn’t want to have the argument.

“You were all over her, Ji. Tell me I’m lying! You kissed another woman before, it’s not like you couldn’t do that and more,” your voice was bitter and weak from tears.

“Oh my god, are you ever going to let it go?” he looked annoyed, he looked weak and desperate to escape the mistake that played through your mind more than you cared to admit. You loved him more than anything, more than life itself practically. But who was he to tell you how long it took to heal? Who was he to say that he atoned for what he did just because of a few ways he tried to make it up to you. Girls were constantly all over him so it wasn’t like he was in short supply. It had caused you to feel insecure, regardless of whether or not he was drunk.

The two of you stayed silent, deafeningly silent, until Ji finally sighs and rubs his temple with his fingers.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he mumbles, “I can’t keep paying for this when I think I’ve proven I’m not that person,” his eyes are cold, depleted of life. It broke him to do this, but he didn’t see any other way.

“We’re done,” he said before walking out of your house with nothing more than a kiss to the forehead.

“Earth to Y/N,” Jackson calls out and you shake your head pulling yourself out of the intense flashback.

“Huh, oh, sorry,” you sheepishly rub the back of your neck.

“Let’s practice one more time,” he takes your hand helping you stand up.

“Ji, have you seen this?” Taeyang was over at his house and pulled up the love song you and Jackson put out.

“Hmm?” he glances away from his phone and furrows his brows at the video. He see’s the two of you kiss on screen and he feels, that pang of jealousy. He’s seen the video before, he seen it the day it came out, actually. But he didn’t tell anyone. He didn’t want to think of it.

He hadn’t seen you since that night, not in person anyway. On TV shows and award ceremonies, he would watch, quietly support you and your career, even liking the first picture or two you posted of you and Jackson.

“They are performing tonight at the MAMA awards, so you’ll probably get to see her,” Taeyang calls out as he heads to the kitchen.

“She’s going to be there?” His voice is rushed, excited almost.

“Yup, we better go too, we’ll be late.”

You and Jackson are at the venue preparing for the show, hitting the choreography perfectly multiple times.

“OK, we gotta get dressed,” you say as you two come out of each other’s embrace

“We got this in the bag,” you both high five and he brings you in for a hug.

“You should really layer a little more deodorant,” you say with a giggle. He sniffs his shirt and makes a twisted face.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughs as he jogs off stage. As you walk off to go to the dressing room you stop as your breath hitches in your throat.

Ji-yong laughs as he feels someone stop and stare, he looks away from his manager and he spots you. His smile fades as he takes in your shocked face.

It’s still as beautiful as the first day he met you. He gives you a small wave and smile and you can’t move. His gaze is friendly and lingers for a moment. He starts to walk towards you, until he see’s Jackson come up behind you with his hand resting on your back. You look up at him directly and he can see the smile on your face when you look at him.

He feels the aching jealousy well up inside him but he pushes it down. You nod your head at something he says, and Jackson flits his gaze to Ji before giving a pursed lip smile and dragging you off with him in another direction.

“What could she possibly see in him?” Ji yong asks out loud not really expecting an answer.

“Hyung, did you really think she wouldn’t,” Ji-yong shoots Taeyang a glare, “Move on?” he finishes carefully.

“It’s been 8 months,” he tries to be gentle with Ji’s feelings, but the sting is too much. Jackson Wang was in a place he was supposed to be in. One he’d still be in most likely if he hadn’t of screwed up.

“Still fucking stings,” he grumbles. Taeyang sighs and gives his friend a hug.

“You both,” he pulls back and looks his friend in the face, “Need to move on. It’s time.” He tries to encourage him, tries to show him it’s healthy to move on, but the way Ji-yong loved you, despite his mistake, he was sure he’d never love anyone the same way.

“It’s not that easy, hyung.” He sighs as he sits down for the stylist to do his hair.

“She was everything, my muse, my rock, my reason for breathing. There were days I only got out of bed because I knew I would see her and that it would help make my day better,” he remembers fond memories as he talks to Taeyang about you. One of you and him riding the ferries wheel and getting stuck on top, that’s where your fist kiss was. When you accidently spilled ice cream on your top and he gave you jacket to cover it. When you’d both grow bored at parties after a little while and want to leave to just spend quiet time at home. He missed the way your touch made him feel like everything would work out, the way you made him feel like he was enough for exactly who he was. He sighs as he finishes getting ready for the show.

“Ok, are you ready for this?” Jackson asks you with anticipation.

“Absolutely, just don’t kiss me with tongue tonight,” you swat his arm and he laughs.

“No promises,” he winks and kisses your temple. You both get into position and the song starts as the lights go up. You follow the normal dance routine, spinning and swaying your hips to the beat, and kissing at the end of the song.

As the song is performed Ji can’t help but watch from the side of the stage, the way your body moves so gracefully and how it fits to Jackson’s so well when he had to wrap his arms around you, but it wasn’t the perfect way it fit Ji-yong’s. No, your body wouldn’t fit to anyone else’s the way it did his. He noticed the happy smile on your face, only noticing it falter when your eyes locked as you look his way.

The song ends and the lights go back down. You and him rush off stage and as soon as you are out of view you jump into his arms, adrenaline running high. He catches you with a huge smile on his face and he kisses your cheek sweetly. Ji-yong watches just off to the side and he rolls his eyes. He walks past you and you catch him out of the corner of your eye, his face deadpan.

You stay to the side of the stage to watch him perform. As he looks off to the side, he catches you watching, swaying your body to the music and nodding your head. He gives a half smile your way and you return one. His performance ends and he runs off stage he takes his mic off and before he can run to you, Jackson once again is in the place he wants to be, by your side.

“So, I was thinking, we could go down to the club and celebrate,” Jackson’s excited nature was infectious.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you glance at Ji-yong who’s giving you a glare again and you furrow your brows at him.

“We’ll leave in a few, get changed!” He runs off to get his stuff together and you go to walk off, but before you can you feel a hand around your wrist pulling you back. You look back and see it’s Ji-yong who has an unreadable expression on his face. You look at each other for a moment.

“I really need to talk to you,” he pleads.

��I,” you look in the direction Jackson went and back at Ji who looks slightly hopeful you’ll stay.

“I can’t,” you say tearing your arm away. He lets you go and for a moment lets you walk away before following you.

“Y/n,” he catches the door to your room. You look over at him, he still takes your breath away, the way his hair clings to his forehead from the sweat, the way he looks at you with his dark eyes, the way his clothes somewhat soaked with sweat cling to his body.

“What, Ji? I have somewhere to be, Jackson isn’t going to wait on me forever,” he scoffs and looks off to the side, mumbling something to himself.

“You want to share with the rest of the class,” you sass him.

“Not really,” he sasses back. You roll your eyes.

“I’m changing so at least shut the door. He walks in and shuts it.

“I meant with you on the other side of it,” you shoot him a glare of annoyance.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen, held or tasted before,” he smirks and you roll your eyes with a sharp exhale.

“Whatever,” you pull your top off your head and his eyes go directly to your body, not in a sensual, sexual way, but in a way that he’s curious. He notices you’ve put on a just little weight in the last 8 months and you instinctively wrap your arms around your torso.

“Can you not, stare,” you pause looking away from him, “at me,” you hear his footsteps come closer and he lifts your chin with his thumb and index finger.

“You’re beautiful,” he slowly reaches for your arms to pull them away and he’s inches from your face.

“Ji-yong,” you put a hand on his chest pushing him back slightly. His eyes flash with hurt before he recovers.

“Be honest with me,” he says standing back further as you find a different shirt. While you’re slipping it over your head you hear him ask, “Does he touch you better than I did?”

“What? Who?!” You all but shriek.

“Your little fling,” he motions his hand as you pull the shirt over your head you take off your pants next and put on some comfortable leggings.

“What ‘fling’,” you ask bewildered by his audacity. He rolls his eyes, saying his name makes him feel ill.

“Your little affair with Jackson Wang, y/n, I know about it, and so does the rest of the world, besides with the way you were sucking face out there, you don’t try to hide it.” You can see his jealousy and you quirk a brow at him. You decide to have a little fun at his expense. After all if he’s going to be nosy and a jerk at the same time, why not have a little fun.

“What Jackson and I are, or aren’t,” you pause and stare at him directly into his eyes, “doing is none of your concern. You left me, Ji, who I’m with now is none of your business.” You strap on a pair of sandals and walk out the door leaving him standing there.

“Jackson,” you call out and race to him. You can feel Ji-yong watching you so you slip your hand in Jackson’s as you walk off.

At the club the music is loud and the drinks are good, but you start to let your mind wonder back to your ex-boyfriend.

“What are you thinking about,” Jackson yells over the music as he see’s you staring into space.

“Ji-yong,” you huff.

“He nods his head understandably. He heard about all of it, multiple times, and he knew you still loved him.

“You wanna dance?” His offer is intriguing and you decide it’s better than sitting there thinking of the guy who broke up with you. As you and Jackson dance you happen to look over your shoulder and see that face that makes your knees weak.

“Holy shit,” you yell and Jackson notices your body tense as he looks at you concerned.

“What?” you point to Ji-yong as the answer to his question.

“Go talk to him.” He tries to push you forward.

“No, he was a dick.” You pout. He nods and walks over to Ji-yong for you. You watch as he gets closer, and even buys your ex a drink.

“Listen, man, I don’t know what you’ve been told, but me and your girl,” you see him gesture to you, “We ain’t together.” He throws back a shot and so does Ji.

“She isn’t ‘my girl’,” he corrects solemnly.

“Could’ve fooled me. She talks about you constantly,” he chuckles and Ji-yong quirks his brow. Jackson knew you’d either thank him or kill him for this, but he wasn’t worried about that right now.

“She does?” he looks over to you, seeing you dance alone.

“Oh yeah, how bad she misses you, wishes things would’ve been different.” He nods his head and looks down at the bar.

“So what’s with the rumors and the kiss and,” Jackson nods interrupting him.

“We did the song together and just became close friends. As far as the kiss, management thought it’d be good for the song if we kissed like in the video. We’re completely platonic though.” He downs another shot, Ji-yong decides not to, he wants his head clear when talks to you.

“Go get her, man,” he encourages and Ji-yong nods his head as he makes his way to you. He slides in behind you while you dance and the intimate smell of cologne and cigarettes wafts to your nostrils. You feel his hand on your hips as he moves with you.

“Can we talk,” he asks in your ear and you just keep dancing, ignoring his words but not his touch, you bring his hands around your torso so he encapsulates you.

“Jagiya,” his voice is soft, sultry even, and once the music ends you sigh and turn to face him.

“Can I please talk to you,” you see Jackson at the bar smirking at you. You give him a half smile as you find an area in the club away from all the people.

“What is it,” you don’t know how else to ask.

“I miss you,” he’s straight to the point and you didn’t expect that.

“Ji,” you sigh.

“Look, I wasn’t planning on telling you, but I seen you with him tonight and I hated it. He had you the way I should, the way I did.” He steps closer to you; you back up hitting the wall. He closes the space, your mouths just inches apart. He’s intoxicating, the way he looks at you, smells, and just the feeling of his body near yours is electric.

“He kissed you the way I did, the way I still want to,” he mumbles as he caresses your cheek.

“Not really,” you utter barely above a whisper.

“Hmm,” he asks like he doesn’t understand.

“He didn’t,” you look into his dark, beautiful eyes, “kiss me the way you did. It wasn’t the same passion or love. It wasn’t the same feeling I got with you.” You feel your cheeks blush as you confess to him.

“His touch,” you runs your hands over his arms that are locked onto your hips now,“Isn’t the same. Its not as electrifying.” You look at him through your lashes.

He looks relieved.

“So, you really aren’t with him?” you shake your head no.

You bring your forehead to his and whisper to him, “I’m not with anyone, I’m yours Ji-yong, I always have been,” and before any other words can be said his lips are on yours, smoothly moving in sync and he pulls your impossibly closer as you fist his shirt.

“Aegiya,” he practically whimpers when you separate.

“I need you to come home.” You smile at his confession.

“Promise me something,” you say cautiously.

“Anything,” his desperate eyes search yours.

“You’ll give us time to rebuild trust and be patient with me,” you’re asking more than telling.

“As long as you want to trust me again, I’ll prove you can.” He smiles.

“Then lets get out of here,” you grin as he takes your hand and leads you out of the club.

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witchywithwhiskey · 3 days ago

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For the sweethearts game I would love to see what you do with Crazy 4 U + Andy Barber 🩷❤️🩷❤️

your favorite sweet treat

pairing: boyfriend!andy barber x female reader

summary: after your valentine's day date in the city, you stop at a diner with your boyfriend, and when you don't share your milkshake, he decides to steal a taste of something else.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!); smut; vaginal fingering; fingerfucking; semi-public sex; come eating; orgasm control/denial; light bdsm; risk aware consensual kink; quiet sex; oral sex (m receiving); road head; brief mentions of piv sex, spanking, and more overt bdsm dynamics (including punishments); dirty talk; daddy kink; praise kink; some degradation kink; begging; pet names (babygirl, baby); established relationship

word count: 3.8k

a/n: ahh Cate, thank you for sending in this prompt!! i don't remember where i got the idea, but i wanted to do something with a diner and it just made sense to use Andy. plus i love the idea of straight-laced lawyer Andy being a little reckless on Valentine's Day 🤭 thank you for playing my sweethearts game, i hope you enjoy ♡♡

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“You look like you’re really enjoying that milkshake, babygirl.”

The neon lights of the diner shone brightly in the dark February night as you cut your eyes to Andy Barber, who sat beside you in the booth. The lawyer, dressed in a suit that was more than a little rumpled after your Valentine’s Day date in the city, was eying the milkshake in your hand with a hungry look.

“Mhmm, it’s very good,” you agreed sweetly, knowing exactly what Andy was angling for and refusing to give in so easily. If he wanted a taste, he’d have to ask directly—or wrest the chilled glass from your determined fingers, especially since he was liable to drink half of it in one gulp.

Andy chuckled at your seemingly innocent response, turning toward you in the booth in the back corner of the diner, where you’d stopped for a late dinner after seeing a show in Boston, and shifted closer to you. He lay his arm across the back of the bench seat, his big body curling around yours while he ducked his head close.

You watched him sharply, a ripple of heat curling in your belly as you noticed the way his eyes were fixed on your mouth. He stared at your lips as they wrapped around the straw and you took a sip of the sweet drink, seeing his gaze darken infinitesimally.

You let the straw fall away from your lips and darted your tongue out to savor the milkshake’s flavor, delighting in the quiet groan that rumbled in Andy’s chest. The satisfaction of teasing him made you smile.

“Why don’t you let me have a taste?” Andy murmured, his voice low and enticing. His words were barely louder than the 60s Motown music playing from the classic jukebox across the diner, but you could hear him well enough.

Andy was so close that you could feel his warm breath against your cheek and it almost made you want to give in, just so he could understand how good the milkshake truly was. He’d seemed satisfied with the burger he’d polished off, so surely he wouldn’t drink all of it before he gave it back…

But then you saw the glimmer of greediness in Andy’s gaze and you knew that if you let him have just one small taste, he was going to drink the milkshake in half a second—and it was just too good to share. It was rich and thick and creamy perfection. You couldn’t risk giving Andy any because he’d take too much.

“Get your own,” you said airily, tossing your head and turning so you were giving Andy your back as much as you could in the vinyl booth. You even curled protectively around your milkshake, taking furtive sips as you enjoyed its sweetness.

Andy laughed lowly, but there was something a little dark in the pleasant sound that had your body going on delicious alert. Instead of making a play for your milkshake, though, he dropped a kiss to your shoulder, his lips pressing against the bare skin between the thin strap of your dress and where your cardigan had slipped down your arm.

He nuzzled into your shoulder, his hot mouth dragging over your skin an exquisite contrast to the rough rasp of his beard. It was so distracting, you nearly missed the moment when his hand fell on your thighs and began to skim higher.

It wasn’t until Andy’s fingers pushed beneath the hem of your dress that you realized what he was doing. You had to bite back a gasp of surprised delight as heat bloomed, hot and insistent, in the core of your belly, settling heavily between your thighs, which spread instinctively for Andy’s hand.

“If you won’t give me a taste of your milkshake, babygirl,” Andy rumbled in your ear, his voice deep and warm and so rich, it sent shivers down your spine. “I’ll have to take a taste of something else.” His fingers pushed between your plush thighs and swiped at the already damp fabric of your panties.

“Andy,” you said on a sharp exhale. You’d been aiming for a scolding tone, but your whisper was too fluttery, too drenched in needy lust, and there was no real recrimination in your tone.

Still, you remembered where you were, and your eyes flicked around the diner.

It was late, nearly midnight, so the place was practically empty. The only people in the whole building were a lone man sitting at the counter on the opposite side of the diner, and the waitress and cook, who were talking to each other through the order window.

“You’re crazy,” you murmured, keeping your voice low so as not to draw attention, even as your legs fell open in wordless invitation.

Andy was quick to act on the invitation, his fingers curling around the edge of your silk panties and sweeping along your damp slit. He gathered your wetness on the pads of his fingertips, his touch sending sparks of pleasure dancing through your body and you had to silence a whimper by taking another sip of your milkshake.

“Crazy for you.” Andy’s words were purred in your ear, and you could hear the smile on his handsome face without even turning to look. But you did turn, just in time to watch him pull his fingers from between your thighs and slide them into his mouth.

You turned toward Andy more fully, watching eagerly as he licked the taste of you from his fingers, his eyes sliding closed as he groaned in pleasure. The sight was so erotic, you could feel yourself drip even more wetness into your already very damp panties.

For a brief moment, you entertained the thought of Andy Barber, your serious lawyer, getting down on his knees right there in the diner and tasting you straight from the source. It was a delicious, deviant thought, one that would no doubt end up with Andy getting disbarred, but it was fun to think about.

Andy’s eyes opened and they caught your undivided attention. His gaze, darkened with lust and sparkling with hunger, roved over your face, taking in your expression—and that was enough for him to know you’d been thinking dirty thoughts about him.

An obscenely self-satisfied grin spread across his handsome face, making him look even more sinfully hot. Andy ducked closer, so his forehead was pressed against your temple, and spoke directly into your ear.

“Does my babygirl like it when daddy fingers her sweet little pussy while she’s drinking her milkshake and not sharing it with me?” he asked teasingly, his hand falling to your thigh again and letting his thumb draw small circles on your bare skin.

A whine rose up in your throat, but you held it back. With another furtive glance around the diner to make sure no one was paying attention to you and Andy, and they couldn’t see what you were doing while you were sequestered in the back corner booth, you spread your legs even wider.

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, nodding for good measure as you looked up at him from under your lashes, your lips curving in a sweet smile.

A moment later, you had to bite back a gasp when Andy curled his fingers around your knee and pulled your thigh over his leg, opening you up obscenely wide and forcing the skirt of your dress to ride up improperly high on your legs. The cool air of the diner brushed against your heated core and you couldn’t help but squirm on the vinyl seat.

“Oh god,” you whimpered, turning your face into Andy’s shoulder to muffle a helpless moan. The fabric of his suit jacket was soft and cool against your heated skin. When you breathed in, you could smell the familiar scent of his spicy cologne, and it filled your head with even more fluffy clouds of desire.

“Be a good girl and drink your milkshake, babygirl,” Andy said, his voice warm, but with the steel of a command. His fingers skimmed up your thigh, raising goosebumps in their wake, and dove beneath your panties to slip teasingly through your wetness. “Daddy’s going to play with your pretty little pussy, and if you can stay quiet, I’ll let you cum.”

“Daddy, you have to let me cum,” you whined, pouting up at Andy with your widest, most innocent eyes. But, though you saw the corner of his mouth flicker in a smirk, he gave you a stern look and nodded his head toward the cold glass still clutched in your hands.

Obediently, you wrapped your lips around the straw and took a deep pull of the creamy treat. All the while, Andy’s fingers explored your pussy, sweeping teasingly along your slit, dipping shallowly into your hole and gathering your arousal to rub lazy little circles around your clit.

It felt so good that your mind drifted hazily in pleasure. The rest of the diner fell away until it was just you and Andy in your secluded vinyl booth, his hand doing filthy things with your pussy while you hypnotically sucked on the straw of your milkshake.

All you could do was focus on the sweetness on your tongue and the pleasure building between your thighs—and staying quiet, which grew increasingly difficult the longer Andy played with your pussy. Thankfully, the straw in your mouth helped muffle your little huffs and quiet whimpers of need.

When Andy finally slid his finger into your aching, fluttering hole, it felt so good that you forgot yourself. Your entire being was reduced to your inner walls clenching greedily around his thick finger, wordlessly begging for another, begging to be stretched around as many of Andy’s fingers as he could fit in your tight cunt.

Overwhelmed, you had to stop drinking your milkshake so you could let out a low moan, forgetting to bury your face in Andy’s jacket. The noise spilled into the diner, with only the music from the jukebox masking the sound of your debauched pleasure.

Thankfully, no one seemed to hear it except Andy, who froze immediately. A rumbling sound of recrimination came from his chest as he shifted in the booth, curling around you even more and crowding you into the wall so that you were hidden entirely from the view of the rest of the diner.

“Be quiet, babygirl,” he growled, more bite than warmth in his voice. The dominance in his tone made your pussy squeeze around his finger and you mewled quietly into his shoulder. “Unless you want everyone in this diner to know what a little slut you are, letting daddy finger you in public and getting so wet for me, you need to be quiet.”

Although Andy’s words had the desired effect of admonishing you about how important it was that you stay quiet—since a public indecency charge could lead to his disbarment—they also drove your need and desire higher. His warning reminded you of how dirty and filthy the two of you were being, him with his hand up your skirt and you getting off on it.

So you forced yourself to take a deep, calming breath, clearing some of the hazy pleasure from your mind and buried your face in Andy’s neck. The rasp of his beard against your temple and the smell of his cologne filling your senses calmed you enough to let out a sweet little sigh and find your words.

“It’s the milkshake, daddy,” you said in your most innocent voice, placing a kiss against the side of his neck and grinning when you were rewarded with Andy’s big body shuddering beneath your frosty lips. “It’s just so creamy and delicious.”

Your voice was thick with innuendo so Andy didn’t buy your guilelessness for a moment, but he chuckled indulgently and brushed a forgiving kiss to the apple of your cheek.

“Then you should keep drinking, babygirl,” he urged, his hand beginning to move again as he withdrew his finger from your warm cunt and pushed it back inside. He quickly added a second finger, the slick of your arousal making it easy to push inside your tight hole. “Because you’re not gonna cum until you finish all of it.”

A petulant whine slipped from your mouth, but at Andy’s stern look, you wrapped your lips around the straw of your milkshake and prepared to drink the rest.

Peering down into the glass, you were relieved to see there wasn’t much left at the bottom and nearly huffed a laugh. Wasn’t it only a little while ago that you were hoarding the milkshake all to yourself?

In that moment, you nearly wished you’d given Andy a taste. But then he never would’ve subjected you to the delicious torture of his fingers between your thighs in the back of that diner, and it would’ve been a damn shame to miss out on the orgasm he was driving you toward.

You took a deep pull on the straw of your milkshake, reveling in the delicious sweetness of the creamy treat, and nearly spit it all over the table when Andy’s thumb brushed against your clit. You managed to swallow and hold in your desperate moan, but it was a near thing.

Andy rubbed steady, leisurely circles on your clit as he fucked you with two fingers, pumping into your hole like he was barely trying to make you cum, which only made what he was doing so much hotter. Your head was tucked beneath his chin and he murmured soft praises, telling you how good you were, how well you were taking his fingers.

You fell back into your mesmeric daze of pleasure, sucking on the straw in your mouth while Andy fucked your pussy with his fingers. He thrust into you with rhythmic strokes that drove your pleasure higher and higher so gradually, you barely recognized it as you drifted in bliss.

It wasn’t until the sharp sucking sound of your straw pulling in air that you roused from the depths of your pleasure. Still, out of habit, your lips pulled on the straw, trying to suck up every last drop of the delicious milkshake, enjoying the final remnants of sweetness as they trickled onto your tongue.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” Andy cooed, his arm along the back of the booth curling around your shoulders to pluck the glass from your fingers and set it on the table. Then he pulled you deeper into his chest, your face pushing into the gap between the collar of his dress shirt and his warm skin. “Do you wanna cum now, babygirl?”

“Yes, please,” you whined softly, feeling achy and needy. “Make me cum, daddy, please,” you begged in a voice barely louder than a whisper. Your hips rocked into Andy’s hand, meeting the thrust of his fingers as he added a third, stretching you enough to make you whimper and bury your face more firmly into his neck.

“Such a perfect girl, did such a good job drinking your milkshake and staying quiet while I fingerfucked your needy pussy, babygirl,” Andy purred in your ear, his hand working faster between your thighs, his fingers curling deep inside to press against the spot that made your whole body tremble. “You’re such a good girl, did so well for daddy, baby.”

Your fingers, still chilled from the milkshake glass, pressed beneath the lapels of Andy’s jacket, reveling in the warmth of his body through his dress shirt. You clung to the fabric, knowing you were wrinkling it with your desperate grip and not caring even a little bit. You couldn’t care about anything beyond Andy’s fingers fucking you, driving you straight to the edge of your release.

“Please, daddy, please let me cum,” you begged on a silent sob of pleasure, opening your legs wider until your knee nudged against the bulge in Andy’s slacks. Knowing he was hard for you only made your body hotter, achier, needier, and you whined softly into the hollow of his throat, babbling, “Please, please, please, please.”

“Cum for me, babygirl,” Andy ordered in that warm commanding voice you loved so much. “Be a good girl and cum all over daddy’s fingers, you can do it, make a mess of daddy’s hand.” His thumb pressed harder against your clit, fingers stroking the spot inside you, his words urging you on. “Good girl, baby, cum for daddy—cum for me, babygirl.”

All at once, the tension in your belly snapped and you shattered apart on Andy’s hand, burying your face deep into the fabric of his jacket and dress shirt to muffle your moans as you came. Your pussy clamped down on Andy’s fingers, sucking them in deeper while he fucked you lazily through your release, still rubbing soft circles on your clit to drag out your pleasure.

It went on like that for what felt like ages. Andy didn’t stop until you were whining at the overstimulation, your body trembling while you struggled to pull yourself up from where you’d slumped against him.

You met his gaze, the small, self-satisfied smile nestled in his thick beard sending another tendril of heat curling in your belly. Then you grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss.

You kissed Andy hard, your tongue plunging into his mouth and letting him taste the sweetness of your milkshake on your lips. You could taste the faint traces of your own desire on his tongue and you moaned into the kiss, scooting nearer to him on the vinyl seat of the booth, practically climbing into his lap in an effort to get closer to him.

“Mm, your milkshake tastes very good,” Andy murmured when you separated to catch your breath. “But I think your pussy will always be my favorite sweet treat.”

He popped his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them lewdly and licking them clean with such unabashed zeal, you couldn’t help but pull him in for another all-consuming kiss, groaning at the delicious mixture of tastes as you licked the tartness of yourself from his mouth.

For long moments, you savored each other, but Andy gently slowed the kiss and eventually pulled away. His cheeks were flushed a little pink above his beard as he rearranged his hard bulge in his slacks to be less obvious, and he had to take a few deep, calming breaths before he was ready to stand.

Andy paid the bill for your dinner at the cash register near the door, then tugged you out to the parking lot of the diner. He opened the passenger side door of his sleek car for you and helped you inside before getting into the driver’s seat and pulling back onto the dark road that would take you home.

Thankfully, since it was so late, there was no one else on the road—no one else to see you reach across the car’s console and greedily undo Andy’s belt and fly. You reached inside his pants to pull out his half-hard cock before he even had a chance to say anything.

“What’re you doing, babygirl?” Andy asked in a deep, gruff voice, glancing away from the dark road as it wound and curled through the Massachusetts countryside outside Boston.

“That milkshake hit the spot, but now I want my favorite sweet treat, daddy,” you said tartly, then you rearranged yourself in the passenger seat, leaving your seatbelt buckled over your lap while you leaned over the low console and pressed a kiss to the tip of Andy’s cock. “If you can keep us from crashing, I’ll let you cum,” you purred, echoing Andy’s earlier words.

The sound that came from Andy’s mouth was part groan, part breathless laugh. You half expected him to refuse your game, to pull you away and give you a stern warning about the importance of safe driving, but there must’ve been some kind of magic in the late night air, some kind of spell cast in time to make your Valentine’s Day perfectly debauched, because he didn’t.

Instead, the car slowed, which you knew was Andy’s way of taking precautions to make sure you were as safe as you could be while gave him road head. But it made you smirk against his tip, because it meant it would take more time for the two of you to get home, and you could play with him for even longer.

“Enjoy your treat, babygirl,” Andy rumbled, his voice deliciously deep, with just a hint of the steel dominance that made your pussy wet. “Because when we get home, I’ll be teaching you a lesson about not distracting daddy while he’s driving.”

Your whole body clenched at the promise and you grinned against Andy’s cock, dragging your plump lips down the thick ridge on the underside of his dick. You lapped eagerly at his balls before murmuring, “I’m looking forward to it, daddy.”

Then you licked up the length of his cock and wrapped your lips around the tip, tongue sweeping through the slit and moaning when you tasted his salty precum. One of Andy’s hands fell to the back of your head, petting your hair lovingly while the other held the steering wheel so tight, you could hear the leather creak.

For the rest of the drive home, you sucked Andy’s cock just as leisurely and reverently as he’d played with your pussy, savoring the taste of him and burying your face in his balls while you stroked him steadily. By the time you made it home, Andy’s cock was a throbbing, leaking mess covered in your spit, but he refused to let you make him cum.

That, he said, would have to wait until after your punishment.

Andy’s eyes gleamed in the moonlight as he dragged you into the home you shared, telling you he hoped you’d enjoyed your favorite sweet treat, because he was going to make you beg and cry on his cock until you’d repented for being bad and were his good girl again.

Since Andy Barber was the type of man to follow through on his threats and promises, you endured your punishment—a spanking, over his knee, while your pussy dripped all over his thigh. Then he stretched you out on his thick cock, pounding into you relentlessly and withholding your release until you were crying and begging to cum, apologizing for distracting him while he was driving.

You enjoyed every moment of it, and it was all worth it because at the end of the night, Andy Barber gave you your favorite sweet treat—his cock shoved deep in your throat, filling your mouth with cum while you swallowed greedily with a smile on your face.

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lost-in-thoughts03 · 2 days ago

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Falling for you // Hwang brothers

Previous part:

Summary: Confessed. Rejected. Get wasted. You are grateful that In-ho has so much patience for you. You will be held accountable if he doesn't.

" Soon you will be mine, oh, but I want you now."

Warning: Harassment, beating, drinking, clubbing, broken hearted (reader), stalking, In-ho is being In-ho, reader is being drunk, a lot of teasing, reader is being feisty, mutual-pinning, possessive In-ho

The bass thumps through your chest, the flashing neon lights blurring as you knock back another shot. The alcohol burns your throat, but it’s nothing compared to the ache in your heart.

You weren’t supposed to feel this way about Jun-ho. Not anymore. Not after everything. But here you are, drowning in liquor and regret, hoping the music will be loud enough to drown out your thoughts.

Your friends finally arrive, sliding into the booth beside you. “ Damn, you started without us?” One of them teases, nudging your shoulder.

You barely manage a laugh before your face crumples, and just like that, you’re spilling everything. About Jun-ho. About how he still lingers in your thoughts, in your stupid, fragile heart. About how unfair it is that after everything, after all the pain and betrayal, a part of you still wants him.

Tears slip down your cheeks, and your friends exchange a look before one of them groans. “ Are you seriously crying over this man right now?”

Another one leans in, snatching your drink away. “ Y/n, you’re acting like he’s the last guy on Earth. News flash—he’s not. And even if he was, he’s not worth your damn tears.”

You sniff, wiping at your face. “ But—”

“ No ‘but.’" They grab your hands, pulling you up from the booth.

“ We came here to party, not to listen to you mope like a tragic movie protagonist.”

Someone shoves a drink into your hand, another drags you onto the dance floor.

“ Come on, Y/n. Tonight, we forget all of it. Jun-ho doesn’t exist. Only the music, only the lights, only this moment.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you let go.

The music pulses through your veins as your friends drag you onto the dance floor, their laughter cutting through the fog in your mind. The club is packed—bodies swaying, lights flashing, the heavy scent of alcohol and sweat filling the air.

“ Loosen up, Y/n!” One of your friends shouts over the music, spinning you around.

“ We are not letting you ruin the night over some man!”

You let out a shaky breath, still feeling the weight of Jun-ho’s name lingering in your chest, but you force yourself to move. At first, it’s awkward—your limbs stiff, your mind still tangled in memories. But then, your friends start hyping you up, hands in the air, cheering every time you match their energy.

“ There we go! That’s the Y/n we know!”

Someone hands you another drink, and this time, you don’t hesitate. You do it in one go, letting the warmth spread through you, melting away the heartache bit by bit. The beat drops, and suddenly, you’re laughing—really laughing—as your body finally syncs with the rhythm.

Jun-ho doesn’t exist right now. He’s just a name, a ghost lost in the flashing lights and heavy bass.

“ You’re free, babe!” Your friend twirls you around.

“ No more sad girl hours!”

And for the first time in forever, you believe them.

...

In-ho leans against the cold railing outside his house, the distant hum of the city barely registering in his mind. The cigarette between his fingers burns slowly, the smoke curling into the night air as he exhales. His thoughts are a mess—circling back to you, like they always do.

Then, his phone buzzes in his pocket.

At first, he ignores it, staring blankly at the street lights flickering in the distance. But the buzzing continues, and with a sigh, he pulls it out, unlocking the screen with one hand. His brows furrow as a notification pops up.

Your location.

His grip tightens. He knows it’s wrong—knows he shouldn’t have put a tracker on your phone. But he can’t help it. He told himself it was for your safety. That’s all.

But when he sees where you are, his jaw clenches.

A club.

At this hour?

He flicks his cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his shoe. His thoughts spiral—his mind painting images he doesn’t want to see. You, surrounded by strangers.

Hands touching what’s his.

Some asshole getting too close, whispering things in your ear, thinking you’re just another girl looking for trouble.

His chest tightens, a sharp, ugly possessiveness taking root in his gut.

Without another second of hesitation, he shoves his phone into his pocket, yanks open his car door, and speeds off into the night.

In-ho’s grip on the steering wheel tightens until his knuckles turn white. The engine roars as he presses down on the gas, weaving through traffic without a second thought. His jaw is clenched so tightly it aches, but it’s nothing compared to the storm raging in his head.

" Stupid. Fucking stupid." He mutters under his breath, eyes burning with frustration. " What the hell is she thinking?"

You. Out in the middle of the night. Alone. In a club full of drunk idiots who wouldn’t think twice about taking advantage of you.

He curses again, his foot pressing harder on the accelerator. The thought of someone getting too close, of some asshole putting his hands on you—it makes his blood boil.

If anyone even tries…

His fingers flex against the wheel, his mind already flashing through all the ways he’d make them regret it. He’s never been the type to lose control, but when it comes to you, it’s different. It’s always been different.

You don’t even realize the kind of danger you put yourself in. You never do.

And maybe that’s why he’s like this. Why he’s always keeping an eye on you, why he can't trust anyone else to do it.

The club's neon lights come into view, glowing like a beacon in the dark. He pulls up to the entrance, parking recklessly before yanking the keys out of the ignition.

In-ho pushes open the car door with so much force that it nearly slams back at him. His long strides eat up the pavement as he makes his way toward the club entrance, his pulse hammering in his ears. The bouncer barely gives him a glance before stepping aside—whether it’s because of his intense expression or the sheer authority in his presence, In-ho doesn’t care.

The moment he steps inside, the pounding bass rattles his bones. The stench of alcohol, sweat, and cheap cologne fills the air, but none of it matters. His sharp eyes scan the crowd, searching for you in the sea of bodies, his chest tightening with every passing second.

And then he sees you.

You’re on the dance floor, laughing, your body moving with the music, completely unaware of the chaos brewing just a few feet away. The flashing neon lights highlight your face, your carefree smile—one that he hasn’t seen in a while.

But In-ho barely notices any of that.

His attention is locked on the guy standing way too close to you.

Some asshole with his hands grazing your waist, leaning in like he has the fucking right.

Red. That’s all In-ho sees.

Before he even realizes it, his feet are moving. His body cuts through the crowd like a predator zeroing in on its target.

The moment he reaches you, he doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to.

...

" Hey, pretty thing." A slurred voice murmurs against your ear. You stiffen, an uncomfortable shiver running down your spine.

You don't even have the energy to glare, let alone entertain him. With a sluggish step, you try to move away, but he grabs your wrist, his grip tight and insistent.

" Where are you going? We were just getting started." He sneers, his breath reeking of alcohol.

" Let go." You mutter, attempting to yank your arm away, but he's stronger than you expected. His fingers dig into your skin, his other hand wandering to your hip.

Your stomach churns—not just from the alcohol, but from the sickening realization that he's not going to stop. Your mind is screaming at you to fight, to do something, but your limbs feel heavy, useless.

And then—

With one swift motion, someone grabs your wrist and yanks you back, away from the guy, away from whatever bullshit you thought you were doing tonight.

“ In-ho—?!” Your startled voice barely registers as he turns to the guy, his dark eyes filled with nothing but cold fury.

“ You got a death wish?” His voice is dangerously low, laced with a quiet threat that makes the air feel suffocating.

The guy raises his hands in defense. “ Chill, man. We were just—”

“ Don’t. Fucking. Touch her.”

And before the guy can utter another word, In-ho’s fist collides with his face.

A sudden, forceful crack fills the air, and in an instant, the man is ripped away from you, staggering back before crashing onto the floor.

You blink, your vision focusing just enough to see a familiar figure standing in front of you, his fist clenched, his chest rising and falling with controlled fury.

Why is he here? You never told him where you’d be—hell, you never told anyone except your friends.

Your heart pounds as you stare at him, searching for answers, but In-ho's cold, sharp gaze is locked onto the man groaning on the floor. His jaw is tight, his shoulders tense as if he's barely holding himself back from beating the guy into oblivion.

And for a moment, you forget your heartbreak, your drunken state—because now, you have a different question haunting your mind.

How did he know you were here?

...

The cold night air hits your skin as In-ho practically drags you out of the club. Your heels scrape against the pavement as you stumble forward, the alcohol churning in your stomach. Before you can stop it, you double over, clutching your knees as you vomit onto the dirty sidewalk.

The alcohol buzzing through your veins makes everything feel lighter, funnier—like the world isn’t as serious as he’s making it seem.

You don’t even remember how you ended up outside so quickly. One second, you were dancing, enjoying yourself, and the next, you were yanked away by a very, very angry In-ho.

“ Are you out of your goddamn mind?” His voice is sharp, cutting through the haze in your head, but instead of feeling guilty, you just…giggle.

Oh, he hates that.

“ You think this is funny?” He glares at you, his hands still gripping your wrist tightly, his chest rising and falling with frustration.

“ Do you have any idea how fucking reckless you’re being? Alone in a club, drunk off your ass, letting random guys put their hands on you?”

“ What the hell were you thinking, Y/n?” He snapped, finally stopping in the dimly lit alley beside the club.

His eyes scanned over you, checking for any signs of trouble. “ Going out this late? Alone? Do you even know how dangerous that is?”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, swaying a little as you tried to stand properly. “ I wasn’t alone.” you slurred, pointing a lazy finger at him. “ I was with my friends. I have friends, y’know.”

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “ Oh, you mean those friends who were too drunk to even notice I dragged you out here? Real reliable.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “ Hey, they’re fun! You should come meet them.” You turned back toward the club, attempting to walk back in, but In-ho caught your wrist again, pulling you back effortlessly.

“ Absolutely not.” His grip tightened slightly as he stared at you, exasperated. “ You don’t even know how vulnerable you are like this.”

You just pouted, tilting your head as you studied him. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his dark eyes scanning your face, probably checking if you were even listening.

Spoiler: you weren’t. Instead, you made a face at him—puffed your cheeks, crossed your eyes a little, and grinned when he sighed heavily, looking up at the sky like he was asking for patience.

Then you laughed. Hard.

“ Oh my god.” You gasped between giggles, barely able to hold yourself up. “ You—You sound like a dad.”

His entire body stiffened. His grip on your wrist loosened as he pulled back slightly, blinking at you as if you’d just insulted his whole existence.

“ A dad?” He repeated, his tone flat.

You nodded enthusiastically, swaying a little as you poked his chest. “ Yep! All strict and grumpy—‘Y/n, don’t do this, Y/n, don’t do that, Y/n, you’ll get yourself killed’—” You mimicked his voice mockingly, only making yourself laugh harder. “ Relax, old man.”

He looked genuinely offended now. “ Old man?”

You gave him a teasing smirk. “ Yeah. You’re acting like some overprotective father figure.”

In-ho scoffed, crossing his arms. “ I’m not that old, and I sure as hell don’t see myself as your father.”

You grinned, swaying on your feet again, and before you could stumble, he sighed and caught your arm, steadying you. Despite his frustration, his grip was still gentle, his touch grounding.

“ You’re impossible.” He muttered.

“And you’re dramatic.” You shot back playfully.

He rolled his eyes, dragging a hand down his face. “ Let’s just get you home before I actually lose my mind.”

You tilt your head, trying to focus on his face, but he’s moving too much. Or maybe you’re the one swaying. Either way, it’s amusing. “ Whaaat? I was just having fun.” You poke his chest, giggling again.

“ You should try it sometime. Y’know, fun? Ever heard of it?”

In-ho exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “ Unbelievable.” He looks like he’s trying so hard to stay calm, but you can see it—the tight clench of his jaw, the fire in his eyes.

And for some reason, that only makes it funnier.

You burst into laughter, leaning against him as if your legs can’t hold you up anymore. “ Oh my gosh, you’re so serious all the time.” You slur, grinning up at him.

“ Are you mad? Huh? So mad? So grumpy?”

His grip tightens on your wrist, his other hand moving to hold your waist to steady you. His patience is hanging by a thread. “ You’re drunk.” He mutters.

You nod enthusiastically. “Yup! And you—” you boop his nose, which makes his eye twitch, “—are sooo dramatic.”

In-ho closes his eyes, takes a slow breath, and then, without a word, scoops you up into his arms.

“ HEY—” You yelp, kicking your legs, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“ We’re going home.” He says firmly, carrying you toward his car like you weigh nothing.

Your drunken protests turn into sleepy mumbling against his shoulder.

And even as annoyed as he is, he still holds you close, making sure you’re warm, safe—far away from anyone who isn’t him.

In-ho practically shoves you into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut before stalking around to the driver’s side. His jaw is still clenched, hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white.

You, on the other hand, are completely unbothered. Still drunk. Still way too amused by his anger.

“ Damn, In-ho.” You giggle, leaning toward him as he starts the car. “ Didn’t know you were this bossy.”

He exhales sharply, eyes fixed on the road as he pulls away from the curb. “ Shut up.”

That only makes you laugh harder. “ Ooooh, so scary.” You poke his arm, dragging your fingers down his bicep. “ All tense and broody…you sure you didn’t wanna stay at the club and have a little fun?”

He swallows hard. Your touch—light, teasing—sends a jolt straight through him, but he forces himself to keep his focus on the road.

You don’t realize what you’re doing to him.

Or maybe you do.

You lean in closer, your breath warm against his neck. “ You smell really nice, y’know that?”

In-ho grips the wheel even tighter. Fuck.

You hum, your fingers tracing circles on his thigh now. “ And your arms? So strong. Maybe I should let you drag me around more often…”

His entire body stiffens. His jaw tightens. His breathing turns heavier.

“ Y/n.” He warns, voice low, dangerous.

But you just smirk, completely oblivious to the fire you’re playing with. “ What? You’re acting all serious, but I bet you like it.” Your fingers trail higher up his leg, and that’s it.

In one swift move, he jerks the car to the side of the road, slamming the brakes.

You barely have time to react before he turns to you, his face inches from yours, his dark eyes burning with something dangerous.

“ You think this is a game?” He murmurs, voice thick with something you can’t quite place.

Your breath catches in your throat. The air shifts—suddenly heavy, electric.

For the first time tonight, you’re speechless.

The silence between you crackles like a live wire. The streetlights outside cast flickering shadows across In-ho’s face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the tightness in his expression. His hands are gripping the steering wheel so hard you swear you can hear the leather creak.

Your playful smirk fades slightly, replaced by something else—something you don’t quite understand yet.

“ In-ho…?” You murmur, tilting your head.

His eyes are locked onto you, dark and unreadable. But the tension in the air tells you everything you need to know.

He’s holding back.

You swallow, suddenly hyperaware of how close you are, of the way his chest rises and falls a little too fast. Of the way his lips part slightly, like he’s on the verge of saying something he shouldn’t.

His jaw tics. “ You don’t get it, do you?” His voice is dangerously low, rough around the edges.

You blink up at him, your drunken haze slightly lifting. “ Get what?”

His eyes flicker down—to your lips, to the hand still resting on his thigh. Your breath hitches as you realize just how bold you’ve been, how reckless.

Because In-ho isn’t just some guy you can tease and walk away from.

He exhales sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair, as if trying to shake off whatever thoughts are running rampant in his head. “ You really shouldn’t play with fire, Y/n.”

Your heart pounds at the way he says your name—slow, deliberate.

And maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s just him, but you can’t help but whisper, “ What if I want to?”

N/A: Y/n and Jun-ho met when they were 16. In-ho, on the other hand, began to like her when she reached her legal age—around the time Y/n was in her twenties. (I need to clarify this to avoid misunderstandings between the characters)

Y/n and Jun-ho's age right now: 23 (College students)

In-ho's age right now: 30 (I need to lower down his age to make it more accurate)

Tags: @frontwomann @strawberrychita @thereal1515 @tremendouswilly @roach467855680568876

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lostinlovingrevery · 2 days ago

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Saturday Night Laundry

Worst! Wolverine X GN! Reader

You take Logan to a new dig

A/N: Yay! I finally made something! Also yes, I'm using an aesthetic image instead of Logan gif. I want to broad my horizons...Yafeelme?

Warnings: Fluff, laundry (ugh), small description of rotting into the earth, mentions of Wades antics, established relationship, implications of previous sexual activity

“See? I told you it’s not so bad!”

Logan looked at the building with distaste. This wasn’t his idea of a good time on Saturday night. You insisted, however, maintaining that this place was the best to hit up on nights like this. You claimed that its vibe and energy were unmatched by any other like it.

The laundromat.

A place with a blue neon sign above its doors, called Fold It Like It’s Hot. On the window was a small red neon sign, flashing 24/7. Another sign with Laundromat flashing blue.

Sitting between an organic foods market, and a chiropractor’s office, the cold inflorescence lights inside poured out onto the empty street, over you and Logan’s figures. He held a large laundry bag in one hand hanging over his shoulder, and a smaller laundry basket, his arm wrapped around it. You had a basket perched on your hip.

He looked down at you, a frown on his face as you beamed up at him.

“I’m still not convinced.” He shakes his head.

“Oh, you will be.” You nod confidently. You walk forward to the door, pulling it open for Logan as he steps inside.

The place was very clean, compared to the place he usually went to for laundry. Wade and Althea went there, so naturally Logan ended up there too. It wasn’t exactly a high quality laundromat. The washers don’t seem to do good in actually washing, and he’s had to run his clothes through a dryer more than two times to actually get dry. The floors were always strangely sticky, there was a bullet hole in one of the windows the owners never patched up, and the worst part of it was Wade always insisted on doing laundry there with him; Then proceeded to tell everybody in there that they were newlyweds.

He still gets congrats from neighbors in the building.

He doesn’t even live with Wade anymore. He has since moved out and you and him have gotten a nice little place together. Away from Wade. The fucker always knows what you two were up to though.

White walls with painted bubbles across it. Squeaky clean blue tiled floors- so shiny he could see his reflection. Dryers lined two walls opposite of each other, with two rows of washers that sat in the center of the space. Two vending machines filled with snacks and drinks sat by the door, and another at the end of the room dispensed detergent. Plenty of fine, comfortable chairs are placed everywhere. The lights were harsh with the inflorescence, but there were small neon signs with laundry puns everywhere- and plants decorated the space, bringing out a liveliness to it. Perhaps he could understand where you were coming from.

It was deserted.

“People don’t come here on Saturday nights to do laundry. Perfect for us!” You smile. “Empty, open washers and dryers. Pleasant music-” You referred to the classical jazz playing on the speakers.

“I don’t like the lighting.”

“Okay I give you that. Very cold.” You say glancing around, you set your basket on top of the washer. “It makes it feel clean though?” you turned to face him, a shrug of your shoulders and tilt of your head as you smiled.

He curled a brow, and finally a glimmer of a smile came across his lips. He walked over to where you were, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, it’s clean at least.” He hummed. He sat the basket on another washer, and the bag on the floor. “You got the quarters?”

You reached into your back pocket, pulling out your wallet, which you then pulled a card out. “No coins. We go digital in this house.” You wink. He sighed. “What? At least you don’t have to worry about it jamming in there and losing it. You just put how much you want on the card, and poke it in there and it’s done. Easy!”

“Damn machines are going to corrupt us all.” He shakes his head. You giggle, stepping forward to wrap your arms around him.

“You really are an old man. You know that?” You tipped your chin up at him. You mimicked his voice, “Those phones are bad for you! That TV is going to rot your brain! Get off my lawn whippersnappers!”

He growled, his arms wrapping around you and dipping you, making you shriek and giggle profusely, attempting to grab on to him but he had himself wrapped tight around you. He leans his forehead against yours. “If I’m an old man, what does that make you huh bub?”

“A golddigger.” You smiled, your lips brushing over his as you talked.

“I don’t have any money sweetheart.”

“Mm, I guess it’s the personality then.”

He chuckled, tilting his head to capture you in a searing kiss. You melted into him, your body laxing in trust that he won’t drop you. He brought you back to your feet, leaving you giggly and lightheaded as he snatched the card from your hand, winking at you with a smirk as he went to a washer.

He stopped at the washer, staring at the machine and the laundry card, observing them both. Then shook his head.

“Where the hell does this go?”

After you showed him how to pay and operate the washer properly, you both worked on starting multiple loads of laundry in comfortable silence. With the empty laundromat, you had all the washers needed. A combination of you and Logan’s clothes, both of your underwear, and the bedsheets that had become very messy from your proclivities early this morning.

While you were pushing in the last load of laundry, Logan went to the vending machine, dispensing your favorite snack. He presented it to you casually, but you beamed up at him and thanked him as you opened the snack and gladly feasted.

You both sat down on one of the more comfortable chairs presented to the area. You leaned on his sturdy shoulder, closing your eyes as you quietly chewed on your snack. You felt him take a deep breath, his muscles finally relaxing.

“I guess this place isn’t so bad. It’s quiet.” He mutters. You opened your eyes, a twitch of your lips, as you nuzzled into him. He moved his arm, wrapping it around you and pulling you closer. “Never thought I’d be…doing this.”

“What. Laundry?” You giggled. “Did you not do laundry? You must have smelled awful before we met.”

“Hush.” He says, but you could hear his amusement. “No I mean just something so…. Normal. Quiet. It’s nice.”

“It is.” You say, you tilt your head up at him. “You okay?” You ask, saying the reflective look on his face. His eyes met yours, and a reassuring smile grew on his face as his eyes softened.

“Yeah bub. I am.” He says. He leaned forward pressing another kiss to your forehead. You hummed, before standing up, and reaching your hand out to his, pulling him up from his seat with you. He looked at you quizzically but you pulled him close.

“The music is nice. Dance with me?” You asked.

He wrapped his arms around you, obliging in your wish as tilted his head down to yours. Slowly, you both began rocking back and forth to the melody of the smooth jazz over the speakers. The rumble of the washers filled the room. You both were wrapped in each other's arms, lost in each other's eyes.

At one point in his life - actually, multiple points. He begged for death. To be able to finally close his eyes and take the eternal rest. Let his body rot into the Earth and actually do something good for the world by letting the bugs and critters and detritivores eat away at him and provide some kind of nourishment to life that he couldn’t do himself.

He’s fought men and monsters. Endured pain that would make anyone go insane. Saved a few lives, and ended more. He carried a heavy weight inside him everyday, both physically, and metaphorically.

Now here he was, doing laundry. With you.

He’s not exactly sure what the universe’s goal is. To put him through hell, and then place him in this life of domesticity; He was glad to be here though. As long as you were there.

“I hope we can do laundry every Saturday night like this, for a long time.” You whispered to him. He hummed in agreement.

Maybe this place wasn’t so bad.

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send flowers to my funeral

summary: Matsukawa x Reader. happy birthday FREAK

word count: 924

cw: no minors pls 🙏 suggestive content (scene starts immediately after mattsun and reader have finished having sex), no gendered terms or genitalia are mentioned but reader is pretty clearly. how do i put this delicately. getting fucked by him on the regular, fwb to lovers

a/n: my apologies for the incorrect characterization (mattsun and makki have a coffee table which is frankly unrealistic). also i insert a completely random rarepair headcanon with no context and then don’t expand at all

"My back hurts," you moan. "Get off me."

"One second," Issei says, his naked chest warm as his big body blankets you. "I'm tired."

"You're tired?" You can't even twist your neck up to look at him. You hope your tone betrays your incredulity.

"Well, I was the one doing all the work," he says, and you gasp indignantly.

"No, actually, get off of me!" You say. "All you have to do is," you back your hips up into his, where you're still connected. He groans, and you lose your train of thought for a split second. "You think those acrobatics are easy?"

"It was a mutual effort," he cedes. "Hey—"

"No," you say, aggravated. "I'm sore."

He shifts slightly, one thick forearm braced next to your head. You're bent over the arm of the couch, forehead almost touching the cushions. You say: "Okay, after I shower."

Showering together is one of those things you don't do, like kissing or staying the night. You'd put up emotional guards when you started doing whatever it is you and Issei do.

They hadn't worked, like, at all.

In the shower, you don't play music, just scrub yourself down and prod the red marks he'd left behind. On the hips, the chest, the ass. You never take long, afraid to use up his hot water or reveal something you don't mean to vis-à-vis the affinity for love songs you've developed.

After you've left the shower and the both of you drip water all over his covers, he puts the sheets in the laundry and pulls you back onto the couch, really on the couch this time, his feet up on the arm, his arms around you.

"It's my birthday today," he says suddenly, and you jolt. You hadn't known that. "My friends and I are gonna go for dinner. Come with?"

You stare at him with wide eyes.

"You should've told me, I would've been nicer to you," you say, still trying to wrap your head around the question he'd asked you.

"You're plenty nice to me," he laughs, "what are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" You parrot. "Do your friends even know about me?"

"'Course," you feel one shoulder move in a shrug beneath you. "I told them about the time you faxed nudes to the mortuary.”

You’d been particularly proud of that feat, right up until he’d called you and you’d heard it in his very voice that you wouldn’t be walking the next day.

“Wow, I had no idea that was what made me stand out,” you laugh. “I don’t have any plans tonight, anyway. How many others have you invited?”

“Oh, it’s just the guys from high school,” he shrugs. “Kawa and Iwa always have some other volleyball addict strapped to their backs, so there’ll probably be a couple more, but I don’t really like parties.”

Issei is the most low-maintenance guy you know. You admire his ability to go with the flow, to let life wash over him and appreciate the ride.

“No, I meant how many of the others,” you gesture to yourself, a tiny movement. “Like me?”

“You’re the only person who’ll be there that I’ve had sex with, if that’s what you mean,” there’s a little smile on his face, one that makes your heart skip a beat. “Crazy.”

“Didn’t you and Iwaizumi have a thing for a while?” You point out.

“Hooking up once in high school is not the same as having a thing,” he insists. His heartbeat is speeding up under your palm, you notice. Funny. “You and Iwaizumi, then. That’s it.”

“Huh.” You say, and then are quiet for a while. “Matsukawa, forgive me for asking—if this is weird—what are we?”

“I hate that you only call me Issei in bed,” he says.

“I called you that on the couch, like, an hour ago.”

“You know what I mean, don’t be difficult.”

“I am difficult,” you say. “I’m high-maintenance and I’m too much work for someone easygoing like you.”

“I like working on you,” he says, pinching your arm. “I like that you try to be low-maintenance ‘cause you think that’s what I want and you still take up half my day when you’re here and all my mind when you’re not.”

Your lips part, blown off-kilter by his sincerity.

“I think I’m trying to ask you to be official,” he finishes, “but I think I’m fucking it up.”

“You’re not,” you laugh, “don’t worry. I was just going to die if you asked me to come meet all your friends just as the one who faxed you nudes.”

“If you died, I’d do your funeral for free,” he promises. “Oh, shit! That’s what I forgot.”

He shoves you away rather unceremoniously and you struggle to catch your breath on the couch in the few seconds he’s gone.

Issei comes back, a cluster of flowers bundled in one hand, his hair sticking up on one side from lying on the couch. You’ve never seen something so handsome.

You sit up and kiss him before you think about it, his lips soft and warm and a little chapped under yours. For all the time you’ve spent with him, it has the same clumsy charm as any first kiss with someone new, the sparking romance as metal strikes against itself. His cheeks are hot under your hands when you pull away.

“It should’ve been me giving you a birthday gift,” you say softly. “Thank you, Issei.”

(The two of you are late to dinner.)

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musingsofmajesty · 1 day ago

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𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 | 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐥. 𝐕

pairing shy eddie x flirty reader | summary Eddie was expecting a chill Sunday, but between answering the door shirtless, an unexpected "I love you," and overthinking it while making mac and cheese, it’s fair to say his day takes a turn | fluff | wc 900

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When three knocks sound on Eddie’s front door, he’s almost certain he's imagining them. But there’s no doubt someone’s outside when more arise. Maybe if he turned down his stereo, he’d be able to hear for once.

His fingers fumble to tie the drawstring of his sweatpants as he heads for the door.

He doesn’t bother looking out the window or peephole to see who it is first. It’s a Saturday afternoon, and Ms. Daphne was probably swinging by to let him know she fed Mila, the stray calico who made the Munson residence her home base after strolling around the trailer park.

But no—it’s you standing there with a smile on your lips and that same ever-present sparkle in your eyes.

You have every intention to utter a dignified greeting, but he’s shirtless. Yes, shirtless. His milky torso displays dark, fantastical tattoos. A thin line of hair runs downwards from his belly button. A handful of freckles dot his skin as well.

“Well, hello.” A pinch of playfulness dances around the edges of your words.

Only then does Eddie consider he might be giving the wrong impression by answering the door half-dressed.

“Hey. Sorry.” He smiles sheepishly and attempts to cross a modest arm across himself. “Just took a shower.” His damp hair attests to the fact.

You trail him inside, but after he closes the door behind you, he makes a beeline to his bedroom to turn down his music and wrestle on a shirt.

“Wait up, Teddy,” you chuckle lightly.

An Iron Maiden t-shirt is already in his grasp by the time you stop in his bedroom doorway.

“You didn’t even let me get a good look at you.” The lilt of your tone makes warmth rush to his face, ears, and neck. One of these days, he would get used to your unabashed flirting.

“Sweetheart…” With a shake of his head, he briefly casts his flustered gaze elsewhere.

“You look good.” Your tone is lovely and sincere. “I like your tattoos.”

He meets your gaze again and decides to throw you a bone. “Yeah?”

You hum in confirmation, crossing the distance to stand before him. The fresh scent of pine soap lingers on his skin. He watches you run a gentle finger over the spider beneath his collarbone. Then, the floating demon head just beneath it.

“Even though they’re kinda scary.”

“Thanks,” he says through a smile.

After putting on his shirt, he studies you with quiet fondness. All he can think to do is steal a brief kiss from your lips.

A light, airy feeling flutters through your chest when he gently taps the tip of your nose. “Gonna find your off button one of these days,” he murmurs.

“Good luck trying.”

Later, you find yourselves cruising around Hawkins. Your aimless drives have become some of your favorite things. Eddie looks good behind the wheel but thinks you look prettier sitting shotgun, playing with his rings as his hand rests in your lap.

“Shit,” he mutters as you come to a stoplight.

You snort, but not unkindly. “What happened?”

“We’ve got that quiz in Mrs. O’Donnell’s tomorrow,” he says. “I haven’t even done the reading.”

“It’s a short chapter,” you tell him. “You should have enough time tonight.”

“Thank God,” he sighs as the light turns green. “Thought I was gonna have to ditch.”

You can’t help but tip your head back and laugh sweetly. “Please don’t. I’ll miss you.”

“You’ll miss me even more if I flunk out and you graduate without me.”

Another laugh bubbles up your throat, and you gently swat his arm. All things considered, Eddie’s been doing really well this quarter. He has a B+ in Mrs. O’Donnell’s, so failing the quiz wouldn’t completely destroy his grade.

You’re proud of him. Maybe even a little more than you let on. You’ve seen how hard he’s been working to ensure he graduates, so he’s earned the right to make a failure joke or two, especially now that those days are behind him.

“Gosh, I love you,” you sigh as your amusement settles.

I love you. I love you. I love you. Even though there’s no weight behind your delivery, Eddie still can’t help how his grip on the wheel tightens. The way his gaze flicks to you. In return, you smile, unaware you’ve just shaken his world. A part of him waits for you to circle back and double down, but you don’t.

For now, your smile is enough.

Your “I love you” remains beneath his skin after you’re back in his trailer. You can’t help but notice he’s gone particularly quiet and pensive as he stands at the stovetop, stirring macaroni for the two of you. It isn’t long before you pad over and snake your arms around his slender waist.

“You okay?” you murmur into his shirt.

He hums, almost distantly.

“You’re quiet,” you press.

“I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

Eddie sets the fork down and turns around in your arms. “You.”

A frown forms on your face. “Did I say something? I’m sorry if I did. I know I’m a lot.”

“Don’t say that,” he chides lightly. “You’re not.”

His sincerity makes you tilt your head. “What am I then?”

“One of the best things about this town,” he says without hesitation. It feels as though he’s just laid his heart bare.

“I…” he lets his sentence trail off even though it longs to continue.

Behind him, the macaroni continues to bubble on the stove.

You smile in encouragement. “You what?”

I love you.

Thank you so much for reading. All likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. I promise I see them all! ♡

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (10)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 10) — NASHVILLE

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Chicago, IL.

View all 75,678 comments harryfan39 EXCUSE ME??? SIR?????? harryfan235 🥵🥵🥵 harryfan991 I WAS WAITING FOR A CHICAGO POST BUT DAMN I WAS NOT WAITING FOR THIS harryfan75 this is hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot harryfan73 did harry basically left the stage in nashville and thought “shit i forgot to post about chicago”? lol

↳ harryfan77 let’s give him a break he was busy in Chicago 🤭 ↳ harryfan73 oh yeah thats right. yn kept him busy.

harryfan29 sooooo…. is there any chance yn took these? lol

↳ harryfan28 is there any chance you people can at least for once acknowledge Anthony’s job? you talk as if he didn’t even exist is so freaking disrespectful to his own talent and experience ↳ harryfan29 …. I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful to Anthony it was just a joke ↳ harryfan28 well then be more careful about the things you joke about

harryfan70 😮‍💨 thank God we have Anthony ! harryfan123 SHOW WAS SO GOOD TONIGHT harryfan99 come back pls Chicago already misses you :( harryfan192 boy you look fine 😮‍💨 harryfan1 where is yn i need to know if she was around when this happened

↳ harryfan35 don’t worry I bet she was ↳ harryfan43 yeah! probably is there after tonight’s show as well 😌 ↳ harryfan1 LMAO guys nooooooo ↳ harryfan1 i asked because i need to know if she got to film this moment so i can ask for the footage!! was thinking about ME not her LMAOOOO ↳ harryfan3 AHHHHH ↳ harryfan3 GOOD THINKING YES ↳ harryfan3 i need a movie of harry taking a bath in my desk by tomorrow pls ↳ harryfan53 ＠yourinstagram please !!!! ↳ harryfan98 FINALLY!!! 😭 people need to understand that i want her to follow him around 24/7 bc i want her to film him 24/7 that’s all!!! idgaf if they’re dating or not!!!!

harryfan96 harry are you ok? blink if you need help ! we are here for you !! we love you !! harryfan345 THANK YOU ANTHONY 🙏 real ones know who the real one is

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yourinstagram I wasn’t sure whether to bring up my mom’s birthday or not, but I just hung up the phone with her for the fourth time today, and I realized I couldn’t go to bed without shouting to the world how much I love her. The woman who started everything for me. My existence, my passion for filming, and even my career. I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t carried me for 9 months in her belly, but I also wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t loved & supported me through all these years, if she hadn’t encouraged all my dreams, or if she hadn’t so excitedly agreed to let me film her during such a vulnerable moment and then share it on a YouTube channel for strangers to watch. It is only fitting that her video was the one that changed my life, and maybe that’s why it has been so hard to stay away today. It’s not the first time we spent a celebration apart from each other, but it is definitely the time I miss her the most.

So at the end of the day, this isn’t a post to say happy birthday to my mom, because I’ve said it (and sung it) to her multiple times today. But it is a post to let everyone know that I think my mom is the best mom in the world, that I admire her, and that she inspires me everyday.

And whilst there are a lot of things that I want to keep private about me and my personal life, the love I have for her will never be one of them. ❤️

view all 8,118 comments bestfriend you have me in tears ❤️ bestfriend btw I called her this afternoon and we spent 20 minutes gushing about you

↳ yourinstagram yeah ↳ yourinstagram I’ve heard all about it already ↳ bestfriend really? ALL about it? 👀 ↳ yourinstagram 🙄 ↳ bestfriend hahaha ooooops! ↳ harryfan3 hi! hello! please let me in!! ↳ harryfan9 ohhh now I’m curious!! loll what did you talk about? ↳ harryfan7 for real tho 😩

user25 👏👏 very well written! You’re very lucky to have such a positive connection with your mother, and she’s very lucky to have a daughter that appreciates her. Happy birthday to your mom, and lots of love to you both!

↳ yourinstagram thank you! ❤️ I feel very lucky, indeed!

user1 ahh, i still go back to that video from time to time! love it so much! it isn’t the one that started everything for me, but im proud to say i was already here to see how it changed your life. crazy to think how different things are now! but im happy to see that you have such a beautiful support system to get you through all this madness! im sure your mom is amazing, because she raised an amazing daughter! <3

↳ yourinstagram thank you for being here all along ❤️ it really means a lot!

harryfan5 these pictures!! AGHHH! SO PRETTY! and so aesthetically pleasing!!

↳ yourinstagram right? always thought she had the coolest pictures, and im pretty sure thats what pushed me into this path haha thanks, Emma! ❤️ ↳ harryfan9 !!!!!!! girlllllll ↳ ynharryenthusiast not the “Emma” at the end 😭 ↳ harryfan5 😭😭😭 ILYSM

harryfan60 am I the only who saw Harry calling yn out during the show tonight? the man had to ask a million times for her to film the gender reveal LMAO harryfan60 imagine your boss not trusting you do to your job I’D FOLD user5 What a beautiful, emotional post! harryfan22 now that you proved you know how to properly spell words why don’t you stop writing so many stupid captions? annetwist Happy birthday to your mum! ❤️ harryfan11 yn interacting with us????? did we go back in time??

↳ user2 lol tell me about it! I miss the old times every time she posts now ↳ user13 yeah :( then the trolls arrived and once again ruined all the fun ↳ harryfan17 istg these people can’t even respect her mother’s birthday… ↳ harryfan19 it blows my mind bc yn didn’t give them ONE SINGLE REASON for them to act like this!! AT ALL!!!

harryfan45 ＠HARRYSTYLES YOU KNOW WE CAN SEE YOU, RIGHT? 🤨

↳ harryfan45 why don’t you just follow her? lol ＠harrystyles ↳ harryfan44 because he doesn’t want to ↳ harryfan45 boohooo!! and yet here he is liking her post anyway, isn’t heeee ↳ harryfan44 how do you know it’s him? it could be anyone behind his account ↳ harryfan45 sure thing hunnnn 😚

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↳ paulithepsm 🦥❤️ ↳ pillowpersonpp 🦥❤️ ↳ mitchrowland 🦥❤️ ↳ _basselin 🦥❤️ ↳ glenne_azoff 🦥❤️ ↳ jefezoff 🦥❤️ ↳ mollyjane_x 🦥❤️ ↳ harryfan3 i loveeeee when they do this!!! ↳ harryfan15 i want to be part of this toooooooo 🦥❤️ ↳ harryfan9 all here but harry guys? did you forget to let him in? LOLLL

harryfan44 How does your mom feel about your latest post? Bet she wouldn’t be proud of you as her daughter if she saw it ! Bet she’s embarrassed of you !

↳ harryfan5 omg wtf???? this is so disrespectful??? ↳ harryfan44 Yn was the disrespectful one when she mentioned the o word! ↳ user14 the “o word”? lmao how old are you? ↳ harryfan27 wait whats the o word? ↳ harryfan25 orgasm? i think? ↳ harryfan27 HAHAHAHA ↳ user16 i have a theory that if you’re not comfortable enough to say the word orgasm then you’re not old enough to be online interacting with +25yo ↳ harryfan27 orgasm ↳ harryfan27 orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm ↳ harryfan29 orgasm!!! ↳ harryfan31 🤣 ↳ harryfan27 orgasm ↳ harryfan27 orgasm orgasm ↳ harryfan11 ORGASM!!! ↳ bestfriend orgasm ↳ bestfriend also, please fuck the fuck off ↳ bestfriend 🖕

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popgossip HELLO LITTLE ONES! DID YOU MISS ME? POPGOSSIP AT YOUR SERVICE AGAIN!

Hours ago I was gifted by a follower with a one-time only opportunity to get back into business, so I immediately reached out to my favorite human (that shall forever remain anonymous to you) and gathered some fresh and exclusive info for you.

And as you’ll see, I am not only coming back after the longest state of hibernation, but I am also coming back with the yummiest popstar of them all: HARRY STYLES! 😍🤤

YES, YES, YES! THAT’S RIGHT! For once I got to play detective in a story involving him, the one and only, Harry Styles!

I barely got a taste of it, but things got so interesting and fun already that I’m determined to dive into these mysteries with all I have!

For now, these are the screenshots that I gathered, but the digging isn’t over yet so follow me if you want to get updated on every detail about Harry Styles’ life 📨

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view all 20,909 comments someone1 OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE BACK someone2 shit I forgot how much intell you used to share with us harryfan49 STOP THIS IS ABOUT HARRY AND YN!!!!!!! harryfan77 is this from tonight? 😲 are we supposed to believe in it?

↳ harryfan3 I wouldn��t pay too much attention to it ↳ harryfan11 even if they’re saying yn was crying??? ↳ harryfan3 yes, because actually it’s not up to us to know if/when she cries or not.

ynharryenthusiast this is actually so disrespectful to harry and yn. please leave them alone. harryfan44 are you telling me this isn’t exactly what yn wanted? harryfan44 if she didn’t want anyone to know about her crying, then she shouldn’t have cried in public space !! harryfan77 at least they left yn’s picture out of the screenshot

↳ user7 after exposing her like this it’s the least they can do

harryfan196 ＠popgossip remember when you used to do that thing of reading people’s theories and fact checking them?!! 😉😏

↳ harryfan196 so my theory is that yn saw the comments on her last post and got upset so she went outside and called her friend or maybe her mom then someone from the band told harry about it and that’s why he chased her and why he wanted to talk about it and she didn’t !!!!!!!! why she didn’t want him to see her crying !!!!!!! ↳ popgossip On it, babe! 🔎

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harryupdates More lucky fans just met Harry in Nashville! He also took some time to facetime their cousin (who’s also a fan!).

view all 507 comments harryfan88 WTF GUYS?? 😭 am I the only one who isn’t in nashville meeting harry right now?? harryfan17 harry spending the day with tyler and meeting fans is so soft harryfan17 dont ask me why i cant explain it but i think it is okay. it really is harryfan20 was anyone brave enough to ask if Yn was actually crying and sobbing like a baby last night? lollll harryfan5 THAT’S LUCYYYYY GUYSSS harryfan5 LUCY IS THE SWEETEST OMG harryfan5 SHE DESERVES IT SOOOOO MUCH! :’) harryfan25 the way harry always makes people feel special and heard and seen <3 harryfan24 👏👏 harryfan24 i stand by what i said: the day is better when yn isn’t around!!

↳ harryfan32 i noticed that, too! ↳ harryfan24 yeah!! look how many fans got to meet him bc she wasn’t there ↳ harryfan9 whyyyyyy are you guys so obsessed with her omg!! ↳ harryfan24 i’m not obsessed i’m just happy harry got rid of her 😚 ↳ harryfan7 lol sure hun! let’s see what happens tomorrow for show 2 in nashville, then ↳ harryfan24 at least you admit he only cares about her during shows LOL

harryfan31 i cant love this man any more than i already do 😭 my heart srsly cant take it harryfan139 he doesn’t look ok :(

↳ harryfan6 🙄 you can’t even see his face ↳ harryfan139 i know… but something in his eyes doesn’t seem right :( ↳ harryfan48 he’s worried because his fake gilfriend’s friend was rude to his fans. he doesn’t want to be with her anymore but it’s being forced to anyway! ↳ harryfan5 holy molly now THAT’S a way to tell the story lmaooooo

harryfan42 CAN WE PLEASE STOP IGNORING THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM? harryfan42 YN WAS SEEN CRYING LAST NIGHT AND HARRY CLEARLY HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT AND NOW SHE WASN’T SEEN WITH HIM ALL DAY EVEN THOUGH SHE NORMALLY IS FOLLOWING HIM EVERYWHERE 24/7

Sep 30, 2021 •

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ynupdates 👀🔥

Anthony Pham (Harry Styles Tour photographer) just posted on instagram and tagged ＠yourinstagram.

She then reposted the story and added a caption to the picture: “hey mom, i hope this will make you proud”.

I think it’s pretty safe to assume they’re hanging out together, and that Yn’s words are a dig to some of the comments she got on her last post.

Now the question that remains is: is that Yn’s ass? 😅

view all 31 comments user5 you have absolutely no idea how much I love this user5 like I swear I respect her silence and privacy to death, but ngl it’s been so hard to watch lol harryfan5 DAAAAAMMMNNNN YN harryfan11 respectfully, 💋💋💋 harryfan23 hey cowboy ＠harrystyles bestfriend i can 100% confirm, that’s her ass! bestfriend i can also 100% confirm that’s her mom’s new background now

↳ ynharryenthusiast THANK YOU ↳ harryfan23 you’re the real queen babe ↳ harryfan17 please never leave us

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ynupdates Good morning guys! Anthony and Yn are at it again lol

Tonight Harry Styles performs in Nashville one more time, meaning Yn will be there filming and doing her job!

We’re loving to see she’s speaking up but also handling things with humor, and we hope she knows there are a lot of people supporting her, too ❤️

view all 11 comments user9 not them making fun of people who say she doesn’t know how to do her job LMAO harryfan3 she really said i’m done holding back didn’t she :’) harryfan7 I LOVE THIS SIDE OF HER user11 everyone around him loves her and people just cant handle that!!

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