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miumura · 7 months ago

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WAiTiN’ ON CALLS — S. JAEYUN 𓂃 ⭑

( 엔하이픈 제이크 ) : jake misses you — too much for his own liking. he tries to move on, and by doing so, he gives you one last call. usually it would go directly to voicemail, but instead, he was greeted with you on the other line.

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Jake knew he was beyond exhausted—so tired that all he could manage after work was to head straight for his bed, not even bothering to take off his suit.

But despite the dim lighting and the comfort of sinking into his mattress, sleep refused to come. He tossed and turned, tried counting sheep, but nothing worked. Frustrated, he sat up, turning on the radio to a soft, quiet tune as he stared at his phone.

He already knew what was on his mind.

His gaze settled on his contact list, focusing on one name—yours.

He missed you, more than he cared to admit. His eyes lingered on your icon, a picture he’d secretly taken during one of your dates. You’d demanded he delete it, but he never did. Instead, he kept it as a reminder of you, proudly showing it off whenever he got the chance.

A small, bittersweet smile crept onto his lips as his eyes trailed down to your name, the ache in his chest growing a little heavier.

My Love. He never bothered changing it—that name was reserved for you, and only you. Was it strange for him to keep it that way? He wasn't sure, but what he did know was that no matter what, you’d always be his love, even if he was the only one who still believed it.

Should he call you again?

His finger hovered over your name, hesitating—a rare feeling for him. He’d always called before, whenever he had a free moment. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, just a way to clear his head, but it had become a habit. Strangely enough, he found relief in those calls. They always went straight to voicemail, and he was certain you never listened to them.

That’s where he poured his heart out, leaving messages that no one would hear. It was sad, but in a way, comforting—like shouting into the void, knowing there'd be no echo, no response.

He often wondered why you hadn’t blocked him yet. Maybe, if you did, it would finally force him to move on.

Maybe that would give him the push he needed to let go.

But deep down, he knew it wasn’t that simple. He was the one holding onto the past, the one clinging to old habits. Why did he think calling you, of all things, would help him get over you? Even if someone asked him, he wouldn’t know how to explain it.

Maybe he didn’t really want to.

Maybe, just maybe, he was still hoping for something—anything—from you.

He just wanted to hear your voice again, even though it felt impossible at this point. Pressing his lips together, he finally tapped the call button. Placing the phone on his thigh, Jake ran a hand through his hair, unable to look at the screen as the rings buzzed in the quiet room.

As usual, he fully expected you wouldn’t answer.

Normally, the sting of disappointment would hit him when you let his calls go unanswered, but tonight felt different. Tonight, everything was going to change.

This would be the last time he stared at your contact, the last time he pressed your number, and the last voicemail he'd leave. Tonight, he was finally going to say goodbye.

Tonight—

"Hello?"

His body went still.

For a moment, Jake couldn’t believe it. Your voice, so familiar yet distant, cut through the static of the call. He had rehearsed this moment over and over in his mind, but now that it was real, his words were trapped in his throat.

"Jake?" you repeated, sounding confused, maybe even concerned. "Are you there?"

He swallowed, trying to collect himself. "Hey," he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I didn’t expect you to pick up."

There was a brief silence on the other end, making his heart race, before you spoke again. "I didn’t expect to get so many calls... or all the voicemails."

"You... you listened to them?" he asked, barely able to believe it.

“Caught up on all of it yesterday,” you admitted, your voice surprisingly calm. “You really sent a lot, huh?”

Jake’s heart was pounding so loudly that it drowned out his own thoughts. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The plan to say goodbye, the resolution he had built up in his mind, seemed to dissolve the moment he heard your voice.

He didn’t want to mess this up—he couldn’t.

“I still didn’t expect you to actually listen to them,” he said, his voice shakier than he wanted it to be.

“How could I not?” you chuckled softly, attempting to ease the awkward tension. It was strange, both of you knew it. Talking to your ex, someone you swore you’d never contact again, felt surreal.

And yet, here you were—on the phone, waiting for him to say something more.

Jake took a breath, the weight of his next words heavy on his chest. "I was planning on this being the last call,” he confessed. “Since you never really picked up... I figured I was just bothering you."

There was a pause on the other end, and he held his breath, wondering what you’d say next.

"Would it be wrong to say I had a feeling?" you finally replied, voice soft.

"How could you tell?"

"Just... a gut feeling," you said, as if searching for the right words. "Or maybe because… I knew you."

His heart couldn’t help but falter—he knew you were not lying. You did know him, deeply once. But that closeness had slipped away when life had led you down different paths.

"Yeah," was all he could muster, the simplicity of the word masking the storm of emotions within him. He wasn’t sure how to move forward, or if he even wanted to.

“Do you mean every single voice message?” you asked, breaking the silence that had settled between you two. Jake’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the question.

“Of course I do,” he replied, gripping his phone tightly, as if it could somehow bridge the distance between you. His heart was pounding; he needed to make this count. “There isn’t a single thing I’ve sent to you that I’d ever want to take back. Every word was real. It’s exactly how I feel about you... about us.”

For a moment, vulnerability hung between you, both knowing this conversation could change everything. Jake could only hope you’d feel it too, that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to turn this into something more.

“Come see me then.”

“Huh?” Jake’s breath hitched, unsure if he’d heard you right.

“You’re not going to leave me hanging this time, are you?” you asked with a light chuckle, though your voice held a hint of nervousness. You hoped the laughter would mask how your heart was pounding, racing in anticipation.

Jake barely registered the words before he was scrambling to grab his keys, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. “Not this time,” he stammered, his voice shaking with excitement and a touch of panic. He could feel his pulse hammering as he fumbled with his shoes, trying to keep his hands steady.

The thought of seeing you, of finally closing the distance he’d been feeling for so long, filled him with both anticipation and nervous energy.

"Take your time," you teased, though he could hear the faintest tremor in your voice, as if you were trying to calm yourself, too. But he knew he wouldn’t—couldn’t—wait.

He barely managed to lock his door, nearly tripping as he rushed down the stairs. His mind raced, playing over every word, every message he’d sent, wondering if this was finally his chance to make things right.

As he reached his car, hands fumbling for his keys, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus, to drive safely. But his heart wouldn’t slow, each beat pushing him forward with a desperate urgency.

Jake barely remembered the drive over, his mind racing faster than the car itself. As he pulled up in front of your house, he felt a fresh wave of nerves settle over him. He sat there for a second, gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady his breath.

This was it.

With a final deep breath, he stepped out of the car and walked up the path to your door, his heart pounding with every step. He hesitated before raising his hand to knock, his mind swirling with questions.

But before he could overthink it, the door swung open, and there you were, standing there in the soft glow of your porch light. For a split second, neither of you spoke, caught up in the quiet intensity of the moment.

“Hi,” you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips, though he could see the same nervousness reflected in your eyes. “Still in your work attire?”

Jake looked down, realizing for the first time that he was still in his slightly rumpled shirt and loosened tie, his rushed appearance suddenly feeling a bit ridiculous. He let out a small, embarrassed laugh, reaching up to grab his tie as if he could somehow hide it from you. But when he looked back up, he wore a shy smile, his eyes creasing in that gentle way that had always made your heart skip.

Before he could say anything else, you stepped closer, reaching up to fix his tie, your fingers brushing against the fabric with a delicate touch that sent a shiver down his spine. He swallowed, feeling his pulse quicken. It was such a simple gesture, yet it felt like slipping back into something deeply familiar, a memory that had never truly faded.

“There,” you murmured softly as you adjusted the tie, smoothing out the collar. Your hand lingered for just a second longer, and in that moment, Jake felt everything—the unspoken words, the history, the quiet yearning.

“Thank you,” he managed, his voice a little rough.

"I didn’t realize you wanted to see me that badly… especially after just finishing your shift,” you said with a hint of surprise. “You’ve always loved your job.”

Jake let out a small, wistful laugh, meeting your gaze. “Even after a long shift, that isn’t enough to distract me from you,” he admitted. You both knew how deeply he was dedicated to his work, how it had once been the thing that drew him away from you, consuming his time and energy. Something he loved had taken his real love away from him. But he couldn’t dwell on regrets now, not when this chance was standing right in front of him.

“Every time I get back from work, I have to leave a voicemail,” he confessed quietly, his words hanging between you both.

“Every night?” you asked, startled. You hadn’t realized just how much he’d been reaching out in those messages, hadn’t counted the days it had spanned. “That’s… a lot, Jake.”

He nodded, his gaze steady and sincere. “There hasn’t been a single day I haven’t thought about you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice raw with honesty.

You looked at him, noticing how he pressed his lips together, a nervous habit he’d never quite outgrown. His hair was neatly parted, and his suit fit him perfectly, accentuating the small changes time had brought to him. Somehow, he looked even better than you remembered—or maybe it was simply because you’d missed him more than you’d realized.

“Jake,” you murmured, almost as if testing his name again, letting it fill the space between you both. “I really missed you too.”

At your words, Jake’s face lit up, his cheeks lifting with a smile he couldn’t contain, no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat, but when he turned back, his grin only grew wider as he saw your own smile mirroring his.

“Then… would you let me stay the night?” he asked softly, his voice hopeful, though almost immediately he seemed to second-guess himself. His smile faltered as he began to backpedal, a nervous laugh escaping. “Or, if that’s too much, we could just sit outside, or… in my car? Just to talk, to catch up—or maybe just to let me finally say all these things I’ve kept hidden.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, finding his nervous rambling unexpectedly endearing. It was hard to remember the last time you’d seen Jake like this—unsure, almost shy. Without another word, you reached out and grabbed his arm, gently tugging him inside.

“You can stay,” you said, a warmth in your voice that eased the lingering tension in the air.

Jake blinked in surprise, his nervous expression melting into something more tender as he stepped inside. The familiar warmth of your home wrapped around him, but it was the simple presence of you that truly eased him. He hadn’t realized how much he'd longed for this—just to be near you again.

As he looked at you, a quiet realization washed over him, clear and undeniable. He wasn’t just here because he needed to be; he was here because he wanted to be.

Wherever you were, that was where he wanted to be too.

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yamst3rdamctrl · 3 months ago

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Split Personalities

Lions Stalking their Prey

I hope yal babies readyyy

YN decided to go to the club with her best friends. She needed some fun after the long week at work. It’s been months since YN has had had a decent fuck, and she knows she probably won’t get any tonight so she will dance the night away. Being a plus size woman, who is independent, a choreographer, and always busy is difficult. YN never really puts herself out there because she feels as if most men will reject her. Tonight, she just wants to have fun and go home to enjoy her long 3-day weekend. YN put on a black mini dress that hugged each curve especially her ass, along with her black wedges. YN waited for Shai and Destiny to pull up and soon as they did, YN came outside listening to their music and started throwing her ass in a circle. “LETS GOOOOOO BITCHHHH” said Shai and they headed to club Passion. YN, Shai, and Destiny headed into the club and went straight to the bar. Little did YN know, she was being stalked by two twin brothers who had a taste for pussy. Not just some simple pussy, some thick thighed, chocolate, tight wet BBW pussy. Erik “Killmonger” Stevens, and Michael “Bae” Jodan, who are the known drug lords of Crime City stalked YN from their section soon as she walked in. It was like they had twin telepathy when they looked at each other. They read each other’s minds when Erik opened his mouth and said, “We are getting her tonight.” Erik and Michael friends saw Shai and Destiny, and everybody knew they were getting into something tonight.

YN, Shai, and Destiny grabbed a drink, and the bouncer came up to them and explained that “The Terror Twins” would love for all three ladies to join them in their section which was quieter and calmer then the dance floor. The three ladies walked up the steps to the section and sat down. Shai and Destiny sat next to the guys that were eyeing them while YN sat by herself. The twins watched and stalked YN, and their mouths watered watching her. YN saw them both looking at her with fresh gold grills in their mouth. It made her wet, but she was not about to get herself mixed in with the wrong crowd. YN, Destiny, and Shai started dancing to All Dere by Glorilla and YN started throwing ass. Next thing you know Erik came up behind YN and whispered in her ear, “Why don’t you come home with me and my brother?” Next thing YN knew Michael came in front of her and whispered in her other ear, “I know we make you wet so why don’t you just saw yes and come with us so you can cum.” YN knew she wanted to go but she had to show she had respect for herself when she responded. “Look guys, I’m not some piece of meat that you all can just grab and run away with. I am not that kind of female so if you excuse me, I’m leaving.” She said as she pushed back the twins, but little did she know that they love to chase their prey like a lion in the jungle. YN walked up to Destiny and Shai and told the girls she was tired and wanted to go home. They understood and called her an uber and she went home.

YN got home and undressed herself and jumped in the shower. She decided she was just going to put on her barbie pink boy shorts and a pink tank top. YN went in the front room and sat on the couch watching Insecure and eating popcorn. YN was watching the episode when Lawerence threw Issa on the sofa and broke her back in. YN said out loud, “I wish that was me getting fucked.” Next thing she heard was, “It could be, but you wanted to play.” Erik rose from the kitchen with a big smirk on his face. “HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN MY HOUSE??” YN yelled, and then Michael came from the den holding a key saying, “You should really find a better hiding place for a key. Under the mat is so old and needs to safer.” “Why are you guys here and what do you want?” YN said nervously and Erik spoke walking to the side of her, “Don’t be scared we don’t want to hurt you, but we do want to make you feel good.” Michael then walked to the opposite side of YN and said, “I know your body needs to be touched I seen the way you were looking at Lawerence and Issa on that TV, and we are going to give it to you.”

Michael pushed YN down on the sofa and Erik started to take off his button up black shirt to reveal his keloid chest. Michael then took off his shirt and grabbed YN by her neck and made her look up at him and said, “When we fucking my name is Daddy Michael and that’s Daddy Erik. You better say that every time we ask you a question.” Michael moved his hand and then Erik grabbed her by her neck and said, “You do not cum unless we tell you. If you cum without permission, then it is punishment for you. Do you understand?” YN didn’t know what she was getting herself in, but she did not care at that moment. YN shook her head yes and the twins decided to let the fun begin.

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Both twins went in for YN neck with their mouth. Michael was on her left and Erik was on her right side. They both kissed and sucked on sensitive parts of her neck. YN started to squirm, and the twins noticed that she was getting wet. Michael then took her lips and kissed her deeply and added tongue. Erik then kissed YN hard and bit her lip. Both twins then moved down from her neck to ripping her shirt and boy shorts off. They both looked at her and licked their lips. They moved down to her nipples with their tongues. Michael and Erik both grabbed a tit and sucked each nipple while YN turned into a moaning mess. Both twins then took their hands and went to her treasure. Michael rubbed and teased her clit while Erik stuck two fingers in her pussy. YN got over stimulated and was near her nutt. YN yelled, “Daddy Erik, and Daddy Michael can I cum?” Michael looked up at her and grabbed her neck and said, “Look me in my eyes while you cum bitch.” YN started to cum all on Erik and Michael fingers. Erik and Michael took their fingers out and put them in their mouth. Both the twins stripped out of their bottoms and YN mouth dropped when she saw how big they were. YN didn’t know what to expect this time around and she knew she was going to be done for.

YN lay back on the sofa when Michael instructed her to. Erik stood up by YN head and grab her head and started to fuck her mouth. Michael then went between YN legs and shoved his dick into her pussy without any warning. Michael was 10 inches and the biggest that YN ever had. All YN could do was choke on Eriks dick and feel Michael in her cervix. Michael started to give YN slow powerful strokes that made her body jump up and down each time. Michael had to go even slower due to how tight her pussy was. Michael didn’t know he was getting good asf pussy. Michael was used to trash pussy, but YN was heaven. Meanwhile, Erik was trying not to buss from YN warm mouth. Michael and Erik then switched positions and started to fuck her more. YN tried her best not to cum, but she was a moaning mess. Erik fucked YN harder and harder to get a reaction and without warning she screamed and came hard. The twins stopped and picked her up and she was surprised at why. Michael pushed in her pussy and Erik pushed in her ass. YN was screaming for them to stop, and they refused. Erik told YN, “Didn’t we tell you not to cum. Now you are going to suffer.” They continued to assault YN holes, and she came at least 4 more times before the twins pushed into her deep and Michael nutted deep in her pussy and Erik nutted deep in her ass. They both pulled out and took YN to her bed. They cleaned her off and told her, “We are going to keep the key because we aren’t done with you.” The twins locked her door and left. YN thought it was over, but she was wrong. She has no clue what she got herself into.

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thanosscross · 5 months ago

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My pain in the ass - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader part 3

Summary: After establishing your relationship with Seung Hyun, you both end up spending the day doing interviews, only to end it with Seung Hyun realizing he'd never love anybody like he does Y/n.

Warnings: None my lovelies <33

Interviews were always fun for you and Seung Hyun, especially after getting together, deciding to keep it as private as you could until you were both ready to confirm anything. As you stood on the set with Seung Hyun, you giggled loudly watching as the interviewer smirked looking between you two. "So, we have a game for you all! With you all being here tonight, we thought it'd be fun for you all to play a game for any prize you'd like!" The interviewer laughed loudly, you giggled holding onto Seung Hyun's fingers slightly as you listened to the rules of the game. "So this game, we have five different prizes, all catered towards the each of you. Now we all know how BigBang is with their chorography on stage! So today we're going to play different BigBang songs from throughout the years, and you all will have to improve dance, each song is a different round, and each round will have one member!" The host explained before pointing to Tae-Yang "You are first, Tae-Yang" He cheered as the familiar music to 'Bang Bang Bang' played loudly, you giggled hiding your face behind Seung Hyun's arm as your bandmate made a complete fool of himself dancing.

Watching as Ji-Yong tried his best with 'Girlfriend' you felt your cheeks heat up as the host pointed at you "Y/n! Please make your way to the floor" He cheered, you giggled loudly covering your mouth slightly as you traded places with Ji-Yong. Hearing Seung Hyun's verse for 'Bae Bae' you immediately smirked giggling loudly as you started to improve, eventually falling into his cerography he did on stage. Swinging around on one foot before thrusting your hips out, causing Seung Hyun's laughs to turn into playful shouts "No! My eyes!" He shouted covering his eyes as he reached out pulling you away, holding you against him to prevent you from doing anything else he did from the rather sexual chorography, especially with your mind planning out the next moves. "Top! You can't stop the challenge!" The host laughed loudly, he just laughed shaking his head, refusing to let you go even whenever you fought "I don't want your love! Not now!" You shouted playfully, trying to get out of his grasp, the host laughed loudly before moving on to Dae-Sung and ending with Top.

As your verse for the same song played over the speakers, Seung Hyun smirked, closing his eyes as he threw his head back dramatically, shaking out his imaginary hair as he swayed his hips, you squealed laughing loudly as you hid behind Tae-Yang, watching as your boyfriend followed your chorography perfectly, even going as far as swirling his hips before the music cut off, the Host wiping the tear from under his eye from laughing "Top! You're telling us you know Y/n's chorography but not your own!?" He laughed, referring to Seung Hyun admitting he had forgotten dance moves before earlier in the show. "Duh! I know everybody's!" He lied, confidently walking to his spot, playfully grimacing as you hugged him tightly. As the filming came to an end, you said your goodbyes with the boys, holding up your hand, shaping your fingers into a small heart as the director called 'Cut'.

It felt like forever before you made it back home, the car ride taking agonizingly long as you watched the buildings and houses pass by. Once you finally did arrive at home, you were quick to rush to the couch, flopping face down as you side "Not even waiting for me, rude" Seung Hyun teased before sitting on the sofa across from you, tiredly leaning back against the back of the couch, glaring at him as you stood up making your way over he groaned "Whyyy! You were over there!" He laughed, opening his arms letting you sit next to him, resting your head on his chest as you curled up in your spot, his arm coming down to wrap around you. You glanced over, noticing he had pulled his phone out and was scrolling on something, watching quietly as you watched a soft smile grow on his face as he clicked something. "Isn't that beautiful?" He asked, moving his phone over to show you the designer table that had a small green 'ordered!' under it "You mean you?" You flirted shamelessly, causing Seung Hyun to bust out in a laugh, not being able to contain his amusement for you attempting to flirt, only sounding very, very confused.

You ended up on the couch with Seung Hyun for about an hour before you finally left to get in the shower, wanting to wash the sweat out of your hair, desperately. Your shower was quick as you attempted to rush out in nothing but a towel, huffing loudly whenever you ran into the locked bedroom door, knocking loudly as you whined "I need my clothes!!" You shouted, normally you would take them with you, but in your defense, you were extremely tired. "I'm changing, give me a moment! No girls allowed!" Ji-Yong and Tae-Yang both shouted, causing you to groan, turning to rush back into the bathroom before the door was shut in your face "Dae-Sung!" You huffed, stomping your foot as you looked around, starting to feel goosebumps appear on your skin. "Wow, what did I do to end up here?" Seung Hyun joked as he turned down the hallway, ready for bed himself "..Don't laugh" You mumbled shyly, watching as a smile grew on his face "I'm serious! It's embarrassing! Don't laugh!" You protested again, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment as tears started to build in your eyes. Instead of laughing, Seung Hyun offered you a playful pout, disappearing into the living room, coming back a moment later with your throw blanket you had brought out there that morning. He wrapped it around your body, holding the ends tightly around you as you immediately started to warm up, you leaned into him, letting yourself lean forward until you were flush against Seung Hyun's chest.

"Why are you so insistent with touching mee!?" Seung Hyun whined as you tried to get him to scoot over so you could lay with him "Because..one, I just like the way my heart feels whenever I'm touching you, and two, You're dating me now, Seung Hyun, you have to accept it" You explained, smiling in victory as he rolled onto his back, raising his arm for you to squeeze onto the mattress with him. Laying next to him, you sighed, feeling like your body was sinking into the bed almost like it was a cloud. "Your heart feels a way when you touch me? That sounds very creepy" He teased, turning to face you as he wrapped his arm around your waist "You asshole, You know what I meant..You make me have butterflies..and I just like it" You muttered sheepishly, shoving his shoulder back slightly, he just laughed, trying to hide his own blush that was growing on his cheeks.

Whenever you woke up the next day, you were trapped, Seung Hyun's arms tightly around you as he held you like you were his own personal teddy bear. As you attempted to escape, you heard his deep groan in protest to you moving "Aein, my love, I need coffee" You huffed, almost like magic, the word 'Coffee' caused your boyfriend's head to shoot up in excitement "Will you get me some?.." He asked softly, giving you his best pleading eyes "Please? Wonderful, amazing, kind, independent, strong, beautiful, hot, sexy girlfriend?" He rambled, trying to charm you into making an extra cup "I guess, since you're cute in the mornings" You smiled, sliding off of the bed onto your feet as Seung Hyun loosened his grip. "I will be back" You smiled, blowing him a quick kiss before disappearing into the kitchen.

As Seung Hyun laid on the bed, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering, You were so kind to everybody, yet so shy, but as soon as you had your first rehearsal, you clung to Seung Hyun, always wanting to be close to him or just having any type of physical contact with him. It wasn't like you were touchy with everybody like that, it took months before you were confident and fully comfortable dancing with Ji-Yong during one of your shared songs together, so it confused Seung Hyun on what made him so different, in his eyes, the others were more attractive and nicer to women, but you still wanted everything to do with him. To you, Seung Hyun was everything, he was your muse for your music and motivations, he was the reason you got out of bed in the morning, just to be able to see him and make him smile in someway. "You're cute whenever you think" You giggled teasing as you carefully walked in with two coffee cups, handing one to Seung Hyun before carefully sitting next to him "Why did you like me so much, whenever you first met everybody?" He asked softly, resting his free hand on your thigh "I don't know..something about how calm you were all the time?..especially whenever the boys and I are really upset, you've still got a level head, I knew I'd never be scared around you" You explained shrugging softly "And then..You grumpiness towards my affection and you never stopping it, just made my heart grow fonder of you" You added on, pressing your lips against his softly before pulling away to take a sip of your drink "You're too sweet, Aein" He smiled, not being able to hide his blush as he took a drink, trying his best to hide it with his cup. "I love you" You whispered, looking at him as you saw him smile wider from behind his mug "I love you too" He replied, watching in awe as you took another quick sip of your coffee before taking both yours and his, placing them on your side table before giggling, turning to face him as you cupped his cheeks, kissing him softly as his hands found your hips. As you deepened the kiss, you ghosted your hand over the waistband of his pants, giggling evilly as you pulled away, turning to grab you coffee again "Really? All of that? For nothing?" Seung Hyun asked in shock, looking at your flustered expression, then the growing bulge in his sweatpants, giggling you just shook your head, setting your cup back down before kissing his neck gently "For someone who doesn't want me touching them, you sure want me to touch you now" You teased sarcastically, smiling against his skin whenever you heard his soft chuckles, what could Seung Hyun say though? You were a pain in the ass, more importantly though, you were his pain in the ass.

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elryuse · 5 months ago

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Suzy x Male Reader

Smut, Actress has an infatuation with a younger childhood friend

Always On My Mind

Bae Suzy X Male Reader

Tags : Childhood Friends, Vanilla Sex, Extra Intimate and Passionate, Sweaty Sex, Kissing, Romance Words : 4,982 Words

You always called her Noona. Ever since you could remember, Suzy was a constant in your life—a beacon of warmth and comfort. She was two years older, always smiling, always teasing, and always looking out for you. Her black hair framed her delicate features, and her voice carried the kind of assurance only an older sibling—or someone who cared deeply—could muster.

"Noona, wait up!" you called as she walked ahead of you on the way home from school.

Suzy turned, her lips quirking up into a soft smile. "You’re too slow, Y/n. At this rate, I’ll have to carry you home!"

"You’re only saying that because you like showing off," you grumbled, your face flushed from running to keep up.

"Maybe," she said with a wink, "but it’s my job as your Noona to take care of you, isn’t it?"

That’s how it had always been. She was the big sister you never had, but somewhere deep down, you also knew she was something more.

It was a Saturday afternoon, the sky overcast but dry. You were sitting in the small park near your neighborhood, kicking pebbles while Suzy sat on the swing beside you.

“I have to tell you something,” she said softly, her voice lacking its usual playful lilt.

“What is it, Noona?”

She looked at you, her dark eyes full of something you couldn’t quite place—regret, sadness, and maybe a touch of excitement. “I’m leaving. Next week.”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest. “Leaving? Why?”

“I got accepted into an idol training program in Seoul,” she explained, her hands gripping the swing’s chains tightly. “It’s a huge opportunity for me, Y/n. You understand, right?”

You didn’t understand. Not at all. All you knew was that Suzy was leaving, and the thought of it made your chest ache. “But… what about us? What about… me?”

Her expression softened, and she reached over to ruffle your hair. “Oh, my little Y/n. You’re going to be just fine. Besides, I’ll come back to visit when I can. And you’ll call me, right?”

“I guess…” you muttered, not meeting her gaze.

“Promise me, okay? Promise me you won’t forget about your Noona.”

You nodded reluctantly. “I promise.”

Life went on, as it always does. Suzy’s absence left a void in your heart, but you buried yourself in school and later in college. Occasionally, you’d hear whispers about a girl group named Miss A on social media or from classmates, but you never connected the dots.

Until one evening, your phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number.

“Y/n-ah, it’s me.”

The voice was unmistakable. Your heart skipped a beat. “Noona?”

She laughed softly, the sound like a melody you hadn’t realized you missed. “Still calling me Noona, huh? I’m glad.”

“Where have you been?” you asked, your voice shaking slightly. “It’s been years.”

“I know, I know. I’ve been so busy, but I debuted! I’m in a group now—Miss A. Have you heard of us?”

“Yeah… I think I’ve heard your name around,” you admitted, scratching the back of your head.

“You’re so hopeless,” she teased. “Anyway, I’m back in town for a bit. Let’s meet up. I want to hear everything about you.”

You agreed to meet at the old park where she’d told you she was leaving all those years ago. It was late afternoon, the golden light of the setting sun casting long shadows on the ground.

When you saw her, your breath caught. She was still the Suzy you remembered, but something about her had changed. She carried herself with a quiet confidence now, her long hair flowing in waves down her back. Her smile, though, was the same—warm and inviting.

“Y/n,” she called, waving at you.

You approached hesitantly. “Noona…”

She grinned. “Don’t look so scared! I don’t bite.”

“It’s not that,” you said, trying to compose yourself. “It’s just… you look so different now. More… grown up.”

“And you’ve gotten taller,” she teased, poking your arm. “But you’re still the same shy little kid I remember.”

The two of you sat on the swings, just like you had all those years ago. She told you about her life as an idol—the rigorous training, the long hours, the moments of doubt. And you told her about college, about your struggles to figure out what you wanted to do with your life.

“You’ve done so much, Noona,” you said, admiration clear in your voice. “I’m proud of you.”

Her expression softened, and she looked at you with an intensity that made your heart race. “And I’m proud of you, Y/n. I always knew you’d grow into someone amazing.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the park in twilight, Suzy turned to you, her expression serious.

“Y/n, can I tell you something?”

“Of course, Noona.”

She hesitated, biting her lip. “I’ve missed you. More than I thought I would. And seeing you now… it feels like I’ve been searching for something, and I finally found it.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. “Noona…”

“I know it’s selfish,” she continued, her voice trembling slightly. “But I don’t want to be just your Noona anymore.”

The world seemed to freeze. You stared at her, your mind racing. “What are you saying?”

She reached out, her fingers brushing against yours. “I’m saying I want to be more than just your childhood friend. More than just your Noona. I want… I want to be with you.”

The air between you crackled with tension, thick and electric, as Suzy’s words hung in the twilight. Her fingers lingered on yours, soft and warm, and her gaze was unyielding, locking onto yours with an intensity that made your chest tighten.

“Noona,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the faint rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

Her lips curved into a small, nervous smile. “You don’t have to say anything, Y/n. Not yet. Just… let me be honest with you for once.”

She shifted closer on the swing, her knee brushing against yours. The contact sent a jolt through you, but you didn’t pull away. How could you? This was Suzy—your Noona, the girl who had always been there, even when she wasn’t.

“All these years,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “I convinced myself that I was just your Noona. That I was looking out for you like a sister would. But deep down, I knew it was more than that. Even back then, when we were younger, I felt something… something I couldn’t name. And now, seeing you again—” She paused, her breath hitching. “Now, I can’t ignore it anymore.”

Your heart raced, pounding so loudly you were sure she could hear it. “Noona, I…”

“Shh,” she murmured, placing a finger against your lips. Her touch was feather-light, but it silenced you instantly. “Just let me finish.”

Her hand dropped, and she leaned in, her face inches from yours. Her scent—a mix of citrus and something uniquely her—filled your senses, dizzying and intoxicating.

“I don’t want to leave without knowing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Without knowing if you feel it too.”

The world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you, suspended in this moment. You searched her eyes, dark and endless, and saw the vulnerability she was trying so hard to hide. It mirrored your own—the fear, the longing, the hope.

“Suzy,” you said, her name slipping out before you could stop it. It felt strange, foreign, to call her anything other than Noona. But at the same time, it felt right. Necessary, even.

Her lashes fluttered, surprise flickering across her features. “You called me by my name.”

“Yeah,” you admitted, your voice shaky. “Because… because you’re not just my Noona. Not anymore.”

A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Before you could process what was happening, she closed the distance between you, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was equal parts desperate and tender.

It was messy, awkward even, born from years of suppressed feelings and stolen glances. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, while yours found their way to her waist, clutching her like she might vanish if you let go.

When she finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads pressed together.

“Y/n,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Me too,” you admitted, your voice rough with emotion. “But I never thought…”

“I know,” she said, cutting you off with another quick kiss. “Neither did I. But now that we’re here… I don’t want to waste any more time.”

Her hands slid down to your shoulders, then lower, tracing the contours of your arms before settling on your chest. You could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric of your shirt, and the sensation sent a shiver down your spine.

“Suzy,” you said, your voice cracking. “Are you sure about this?”

She nodded, her expression serious. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

With that, she stood, taking your hand and pulling you to your feet. The park was empty now, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. She led you away from the swings, toward the familiar path that wound through the trees.

Your steps faltered as the implications of what was happening began to sink in. “Wait, Noona—Suzy. Where are we going?”

She glanced over her shoulder, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Somewhere private. Unless you’d rather stay here?”

Heat flooded your cheeks, and you shook your head quickly. “N-no, private is good.”

Her laughter filled the air, light and carefree, and she tightened her grip on your hand. “Good. Follow me.”

The walk to her apartment was a blur. Your mind raced, torn between disbelief and anticipation. This was Suzy. Your childhood friend, your Noona. And now…? Now, everything had changed.

By the time you reached her doorstep, your nerves were frayed, your pulse thundering in your ears. She unlocked the door and pulled you inside, kicking it shut behind her. The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of a lamp in the corner.

She turned to face you, her breath catching as she studied your face. Slowly, she reached up, her fingers brushing against your cheek.

“You’re really here,” she murmured, almost as if she couldn’t believe it herself. “And you’re not running away.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

A slow smile spread across her lips, and she stepped closer, closing the gap between you. Her hands slid up your chest, then around your neck, pulling you down until your lips met hers once more.

This kiss was different—slower, deeper, more deliberate. Her tongue teased at your bottom lip, and you opened for her without hesitation, a low moan escaping your throat as she deepened the kiss. Her body pressed against yours, soft and warm, and you wrapped your arms around her waist, holding her close.

When she broke the kiss, both of you were panting, your faces flushed. She took your hand and led you to the couch, pushing you gently onto the cushions before climbing onto your lap. Her knees bracketed your hips, and her hands rested on your shoulders as she gazed down at you.

“I’ve imagined this so many times,” she confessed, her voice husky. “But it’s nothing compared to the real thing.”

Your hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as you looked up at her. “Suzy…”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. “Tell me what you want, Y/n. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

Your breath hitched, and your grip on her hips tightened. “I want you,” you admitted, your voice raw with need. “All of you.”

A shiver ran through her, and she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “Then take me.”

Her breath caught in her throat as your hands tightened around her hips, pulling her closer until there was no space left between you. The air around you felt electric, charged with the intensity of your shared desire. You could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. Her dark eyes locked onto yours, wide and searching, as if she were trying to pierce through every wall you’d ever built. And for the first time, you didn’t want to hide. Not from her.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against hers in a feather-light touch that sent a shiver down her spine. She tilted her head, her mouth parting slightly, inviting you in. But you held back, teasing her, letting the anticipation build until it was almost unbearable. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, urging you forward, but still, you lingered, savoring the way her breath hitched when you finally closed the distance.

The kiss started slow, tentative, as if you were both rediscovering each other after years apart. Her lips were soft, warm, and achingly familiar, yet they carried a sweetness you hadn’t noticed before. Your hands moved from her hips to her waist, sliding up her sides until they found the curve of her ribs. She gasped into your mouth, her body arching into your touch, and you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Your tongue brushed against hers, coaxing a low moan from her throat. She tasted faintly of honey and something uniquely Suzy—something that made your head spin and your pulse race. One hand tangled in her hair, gently guiding her head to the side as you kissed her with a hunger that surprised even you. Her fingers slid from your shoulders to the back of your neck, holding you close as if she were afraid you might pull away.

But you had no intention of stopping.

“Noona,” you whispered against her lips, your voice rough with need. “I’ve dreamed of this.”

She shuddered at your words, her grip tightening on your neck. “Y/n…” Her voice was barely audible, trembling with emotion. “I never stopped thinking about you.”

Her confession shattered whatever restraint you had left. With a growl, you pulled her onto your lap, her legs straddling your waist as you claimed her mouth again. This time, the kiss was anything but gentle. It was fierce, demanding, filled with all the longing you’d bottled up over the years. She matched your intensity, her nails scraping lightly against your scalp as she kissed you back with equal fervor.

One hand slid under the hem of her shirt, your fingers skimming the smooth skin of her back. She arched into your touch, a whimper escaping her lips as you traced lazy circles over her spine. Your other hand moved lower, gripping her thigh and pressing her closer until you could feel the warmth of her core against your stomach. The sensation drew a groan from deep within your chest, and you broke the kiss, resting your forehead against hers as you tried to catch your breath.

“Suzy,” you murmured, your voice hoarse. “I need to see you. All of you.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t hesitate. Slowly, reverently, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then, with a shy smile, she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her bare skin to your hungry gaze. Her breasts were perfect—full and round, with nipples already hard and begging for attention. You couldn’t resist reaching out, cupping one in your hand and rolling your thumb over the sensitive peak. She gasped, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her.

“Y/n,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Please…”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Leaning forward, you captured one nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hardened bud. She cried out, her hands tangling in your hair as you teased her mercilessly. Your free hand roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her as if committing her curves to memory. When you switched to her other breast, she squirmed in your lap, her hips grinding against yours in a way that made your head swim.

“Noona,” you groaned, pulling away just enough to look up at her. “You’re driving me crazy.”

A wicked smile spread across her lips, and she leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Then let me take care of you.”

Before you could respond, she slid off your lap and dropped to her knees in front of you. Her hands moved to your belt, deftly undoing the buckle before pushing your pants and boxers down your hips. Your cock sprang free, hard and aching, and she wasted no time taking you into her hand. Her touch was firm but tender, her fingers wrapping around your length and giving you a slow stroke that had your eyes fluttering shut.

“God, Noona…” you groaned, your hands gripping the edge of the couch.

Her lips curled into a smirk, and then she leaned forward, taking the tip of your cock into her mouth. The heat of her tongue was almost too much, and you had to bite back a moan as she swirled it around the sensitive head. Her hand continued to stroke you as her mouth worked its magic, alternating between sucking and licking until you were trembling with need.

“Fuck, Suzy,” you growled, your fingers tangling in her hair. “You feel so good.”

She hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Then, without warning, she took you deeper, her throat relaxing around you as she swallowed you whole. Your hips bucked involuntarily, and she looked up at you with wide, innocent eyes—a stark contrast to the dirty things she was doing with her mouth.

It was too much. The sight of her on her knees, her lips stretched around your cock, her dark eyes locked onto yours… it pushed you dangerously close to the edge. But you weren’t ready to finish—not yet. With a shaky breath, you pulled her off you, ignoring her pout as you lifted her back onto your lap.

“My turn,” you said, your voice thick with desire.

Her breath hitched as you flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs and settling between them. Her panties were soaked, clinging to her wet folds, and you couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to the damp fabric. She whimpered, her hips lifting off the couch as you tugged her panties aside, revealing her glistening entrance.

“Y/n,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Don’t tease me.”

You smirked, dragging your finger through her slickness and drawing a gasp from her lips. “But Noona,” you murmured, circling her clit with your thumb. “Watching you squirm is my new favorite hobby.”

Her response was cut off by a strangled moan as you leaned down, replacing your thumb with your tongue. The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet and tangy, and you lapped at her eagerly, drinking in every drop. Her hands fisted in your hair, holding you in place as you explored her with your mouth, alternating between broad strokes and focused flicks of your tongue.

“Oh God,” she cried, her back arching off the couch. “Y/n, I’m—I’m—”

She came undone with a cry, her thighs clamping around your head as waves of pleasure washed over her. You continued to lick her through it, gentling your movements until she collapsed back onto the couch, boneless and gasping for air.

When you finally pulled away, she looked up at you with hooded eyes, her chest heaving. “Y/n…” she murmured, her voice weak but filled with affection.

You kissed her softly, letting her taste herself on your lips. “Noona,” you whispered, “I love you.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and she pulled you into another kiss, pouring all her emotions into it. When you finally broke apart, she wrapped her arms around your neck, holding you close.

“Take me,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. “Make me yours.”

Your heart raced as you positioned yourself at her entrance, the tip of your cock pressing against her slick folds. “Are you sure?” you asked, searching her eyes for any trace of doubt.

She nodded, her expression filled with certainty. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

With a steadying breath, you pushed inside her, the tight heat of her walls enveloping you in a way that made your vision blur. She gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders as you buried yourself to the hilt.

“Y/n,” she moaned, her voice trembling. “You feel so good.”

You leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as you began to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace that had her writhing beneath you. Each thrust drew a soft cry from her lips, and you couldn’t get enough of the sounds she made—the way she whispered your name like a prayer, the way her breathing hitched when you hit just the right spot.

Her hands roamed over your back, her nails leaving faint trails of pleasure-pain that only spurred you on. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent—sweet, floral, and utterly intoxicating.

“Noona,” you groaned, your hips snapping against hers. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

She wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper. “Then don’t,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. “I want you to come, Y/n.”

Her words pushed you over the edge. With a guttural groan, you thrust into her one last time, spilling yourself deep inside her as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. She clung to you, her body trembling as she reached her own climax, her walls clenching around you in a way that prolonged your release.

For a moment, everything faded away—time, space, the world outside—leaving only the two of you, connected in the most intimate way possible.

When you finally came down from your high, you rested your forehead against hers, both of you struggling to catch your breath. She smiled up at you, her eyes shining with warmth and affection.

“Y/n,” she murmured, her voice soft and full of emotion. “I love you, too.”

You kissed her gently, savoring the moment. But as you pulled back, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes.

“Again?” she asked, her lips curling into a playful smile.

The next morning, the sunlight filtered through the blinds of Suzy’s apartment, casting a soft glow over the room. You stirred awake, your arm draped over her waist, her body warm and still against yours. Her breathing was steady, and for a moment, you just watched her, marveling at how peaceful she looked in sleep. She’s even more beautiful like this, you thought, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled when she saw you. “Morning,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.

“Morning, Noona,” you said, your heart swelling at the sight of her sleepy smile.

She stretched lazily, then propped herself up on one elbow. “I have to go to set today,” she said, pouting slightly. “It’s my music video shoot.”

You nodded, trying to hide your disappointment. “I’ll miss you.”

Her expression softened, and she leaned in to kiss you gently. “Why don’t you come with me?” she suggested, her tone casual but her eyes full of hope. “You could see what it’s like behind the scenes. And… I’d love to have you there.”

Your heart skipped a beat. The idea of seeing her work, of being close to her even while she was in her element, was incredibly tempting. “Are you sure? Won’t it be weird?”

Suzy shook her head, her lips curved into a playful smirk. “Everyone will just think you’re part of the crew. Besides, I want you there. Is that so bad?”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Not bad at all.”

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The set was buzzing with activity when you arrived. Cameras, lights, and people filled the space, creating an electric atmosphere. Suzy immediately took charge, giving directions to her team and chatting casually with the director. You hung back, watching her as she moved with effortless grace, her confidence radiating in every step.

This is her world, you realized, feeling a mix of awe and pride. She belonged here, commanding attention without even trying.

At one point, she glanced over her shoulder and caught your eye, flashing you a quick smile. Your heart raced as she excused herself from the group and made her way over to you.

“How are you holding up?” she asked, her voice low so only you could hear.

“I’m fine,” you replied, though you felt a little out of place among all the chaos. “You’re amazing out there, Noona.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down, suddenly shy. “Thank you,” she said softly. Then, after a pause, she added, “Stay close, okay? I want you near me.”

You nodded, unable to resist the warmth in her tone. As the day went on, you stayed by her side, helping where you could and simply enjoying the chance to be with her. Between takes, she would lean into you, stealing quiet moments of closeness that made your pulse quicken.

During a break, you found yourselves alone in her dressing room. The door clicked shut behind you, and Suzy turned to face you, her expression serious.

“Y/n,” she began, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “I know this is new for us, and… maybe it’s too soon to say this, but…” She took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto yours. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this—for us—my whole life.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, she closed the distance between you, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and urgent. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, your hands roaming over her back as if trying to memorize every curve.

She broke the kiss reluctantly, resting her forehead against yours. “I don’t want to hide this,” she whispered. “I don’t care who sees us. I just want to be with you.”

Her declaration left you breathless. “Noona…”

She pressed her finger to your lips, silencing you. “Don’t overthink it, Y/n. Just be with me.”

Before you could reply, someone knocked on the door, startling you both. “Suzy-ssi, we’re ready for you!” a voice called from the other side.

Suzy sighed, stepping back but keeping her hand in yours. “Come watch,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I want you to see this.”

You followed her back to the set, your heart pounding as you took your place among the crew. The cameras rolled, and Suzy transformed before your eyes, slipping effortlessly into her role. She moved with such precision and passion that it was impossible to look away.

As the shoot progressed, you couldn’t help but notice how often she glanced your way, her smile growing warmer each time. It was as if she were performing for you, pouring her heart into every movement because you were there to witness it.

When the director finally called “Cut!” and declared the shoot a wrap, the room erupted into applause. Suzy bowed graciously, thanking everyone for their hard work, but her gaze kept drifting back to you.

Once the crowd began to disperse, she made her way over, her steps slow and deliberate. “Well?” she asked, tilting her head playfully. “What did you think?”

“You were incredible,” you said honestly, your voice filled with admiration. “I mean, I always knew you were talented, but seeing you like that… it’s unreal.”

Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked down, almost bashful. “Thank you,” she murmured. Then, her expression grew serious. “But you know what the best part was?”

You shook your head, curious.

“Knowing you were watching,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It made everything feel… different. Special.”

Your chest tightened at her words, and you reached for her hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. “I’ll always watch you, Noona. No matter what.”

She smiled, a soft, contented smile that made your heart ache in the best possible way. “Good,” she said, leaning in closer. “Because I plan on keeping you around for a long time.”

As the crew began to pack up, Suzy led you to a quieter corner of the set, away from prying eyes. She slipped her arms around your neck, pressing her body against yours. “Now,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “what do you say we continue where we left off earlier?”

Your breath hitched, and you didn’t hesitate. You kissed her deeply, your hands gripping her waist as she melted into you. The sounds of the set faded into the background, leaving only the two of you, lost in the heat of the moment.

When she pulled back, her lips swollen and her eyes dark with desire, she gave you a mischievous smile. “My place or yours?” she teased, her tone light but her gaze intense.

You chuckled, your heart racing. “Whichever gets us there faster.”

Her laughter echoed through the empty set as she grabbed your hand and led you toward the exit. But as you reached the door, she paused, turning to face you. “Y/n,” she said, her voice soft but firm, “this isn’t just about tonight. This is… forever. Okay?”

You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. “Okay.”

And as you stepped out into the cool night air, hand in hand with the woman who had once been your childhood friend and was now so much more, you couldn’t help but feel like the universe had finally aligned. For the first time in years, everything felt right.

“Let’s go home,” Suzy said, squeezing your hand.

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prettymfwrites · 5 months ago

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EX's Name Prank

Paige bueckers x Female reader

Kinda short I'm sorry 🙏🏾

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You and Paige had been scrolling through TikTok when the idea struck you. A prank. She loved to prank you all the time, so it was only fair you got her back. Today’s plan? Call her by your ex’s name in the middle of filming and act completely clueless.

Paige was sitting on the couch, her legs stretched out while scrolling her phone. She glanced over at you as you propped up your phone.

“You wanna do a TikTok, mama?” she asked, her signature smirk tugging at her lips.

“Yeah, let’s do the one where we do the little dance thing,” you said, waving your hands vaguely.

She rolled her eyes, already teasing. “You mean, every TikTok dance thing? Be specific, baby.”

You laughed. “You know what I mean. Just get over here.”

She groaned but got up, dragging her feet dramatically. “You lucky you cute.”

Once you set up the camera, you both started to practice the dance. Paige picked it up quickly—of course she did. She was annoyingly good at everything.

“Okay, ready?” you asked, hitting record.

“been ready,” she quipped, her confidence oozing.

You started the dance together, but mid-spin, you said it loud enough for her to hear:

“move, Alyssa!”

She froze, eyebrows shooting up. “What?”

You looked at her like she was the one being weird. “What?”

Her mouth opened slightly, but she didn’t say anything else. She just gave you a side-eye before continuing the dance.

You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

The second time you did it, her reaction was stronger. “Okay, Alyssa, I see you!” you said, grinning.

Paige stopped in her tracks, turning to you fully now. “Yo, stop playin’.”

“Stop playing what?” you asked innocently, blinking at her like she’d lost her mind.

“You just called me Alyssa,” she said, crossing her arms.

“No, I didn’t,” you replied, your tone even.

“Yes, you did!” she exclaimed, her voice rising slightly.

“Paige, what are you talking about?”

Her jaw tightened, and she pointed at you. “Nah, I’m not about to do this. I know what I heard, mama. Don’t gaslight me right now.”

“Gaslight you? You sound crazy, bae,” you said, shaking your head as you restarted the video.

Paige stayed quiet, staring at you with a mix of disbelief and irritation. “Alright, bet. Keep going,” she muttered, stepping back into frame.

You danced again, Paige doing the moves more lackluster now. And when the moment was right, you did it a third time.

“cmon Alyssaaa.”

Paige stopped dead in her tracks, threw her head back, and let out a frustrated groan.

“Yo!” she yelled, pacing a few steps away. “You deadass right now?”

“Deadass about what?” you asked, trying to keep a straight face but failing.

She shot you a glare, her hands on her hips. “You keep calling me Alyssa! Like, who even is Alyssa?”

“I literally didn’t say that,” you said, shrugging.

“Don’t gaslight me, baby,” she snapped, shaking her head. “You know you said it.”

You finally cracked, laughing so hard you almost fell over. “Paige, chill! It’s a prank!”

Her face didn’t soften immediately. Instead, she squinted at you, processing your words.

“A prank?” she repeated, her tone flat.

“Yes! I saw it on TikTok, and I wanted to see how you’d react,” you explained, still laughing.

She stared at you for a moment longer before rolling her eyes and walking toward you. “You so annoying, ma. Like, who does that?”

“You do,” you countered, grinning.

“Whatever.” She wrapped her arms around your waist and buried her face in your neck. “You play too much, but I love you. Just don’t do it again, I almost crashed out. ”

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “We'll see.”

“Try me,” she teased, pulling back to smirk at you.

You laughed again, knowing full well you’d still find a way to mess with her again soon.

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d1s1ntegrated · 1 month ago

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bae i’m BEGGING for more nasty freak dabi, shits got me acting up i swearrrr! honestly i’m not in ask box often so i don’t have anything in mind for you- but i’m in love with how you write his character!!! 🪐🪐

ykw hell yeah. thank u for the ask 🪐!

love bites- dabi (t. todoroki)

4.6k words; crossposted to ao3

aka- five times dabi got off on blood, and one time he didn't.

cw: not beta read, apologies :,) ** afab reader, language, blood, s&m (mostly masochism), graphic depictions of wounds/violence, blood kink, gross stuff, menstruation/period sex, angst, hurt/comfort, awful medical practices lol, slight trigger warning for the last one im sorry.

**speaking of, if anyone wants to be a beta reader, do lmk. ---> also, message or inbox me to be added to a taglist!

~ inspo from this post ! and my previous insatiable dabi post :) ~

as always- nsfw 18+; MDNI <3

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one: staples

"does that hurt?"

"it's fine, sweetheart, just a scratch." dabi wipes the blood from his chin as it trickles from the seam near his mouth. he looks at the blood staining his thumb with a disinterested shrug before dragging his tongue against it. he cracks a half-smile as you stare at him, eyes with concern. he brushes his long fingers against his seam again, finding the loose staple and yanking it from his skin with a small snap, causing you to flinch with a churning stomach.

"ack, fuck, warning next time please" you exclaim as you turn your back, feeling a bit squeamish from the visceral act.

his response is a tight laugh, and you turn back as he flicks the staple onto the floor. it lands with a soft "tink" near the door, you can still see the metal shine against the dingy wood of the bar.

his face drips blood steadily, leaving soft drops on his worn jeans. it creates the smallest little wet spot on his thigh, the color barely visible with the flickering bulb above you. he wipes his face again with a "tch", and stands up slowly, kicking the stool behind him.

"where are you going?" you follow behind him, and he turns into the bathroom and smacks his hand against the switch to turn the light on. he hums along with the old fluorescent as he rifles through the medicine cabinet, grabbing iodine and his stapler with an irritated huff as he shoves a new strip into the little gun. he sits on the toilet seat and nods to you, "gimme that". you grab the little bottle and open it, hissing under your breath as if this was hurting you more than him. it might've, actually, considering his reaction was nothing more than slightly inconvenienced.

the little dropper floods the nauseating orange liquid into his separated skin, and he breathily chuckles at your furrowed brows and grimacing mouth. he stands up, taking the bottle from you curtly as he examines the rest of the staples in the mirror.

"fuck, they're all fucked up," he drags his finger against the next two staples, moving them around. "see how they're loose?" he explains, looking at you in the mirror, "they gotta come out or they'll get infected too. like having too big of a piercing in a healed hole, more room for bacteria 'nd shit". he's actually really patient about explaining all of this to you, considering his typical short-nature and "ill do it myself" attitude.

you frown with uneasiness as he grabs the clamp from the cabinet and hands them to you. "you wanna do it for me this time?"

its not every day your boyfriend offers you to rip his face open, but it is sometimes. and it still never, ever gets easier. in a way, it's sweet. in a really off-putting, creepy, masochistic way. you've watched him fix them before, but you've never done it yourself. you take the clamp and he sits back down, placing a warm hand on your waist as you grab his face.

your own blood wasn't an issue. hell, most blood wasn't an issue. but this?

pressing the clamp against the first staple, you shake and squeeze your lips together. he reaches and steadies your hand with his own, laughing to himself. "easy now, don't fuck up or i'll lose this nice smile".

"yeah, like that's so reassuring. shut up and let me try". you take a deep breath, and with a quick grip, the staple bends and you're able to slide it out. the skin opens a bit more and your chest tightens, biting your tongue as you clamp the last one and snap it out quicker, trying to ignore the blood beginning to seep through the epidermis and into his cauterized scars. he doesn't even twitch at the sensation, and instead hands the iodine back to you.

"hey, not so bad. easy part's over" he exhales as you drop the antiseptic into the now-gushing hole in his cheek.

"don't make me staple your face, please" you laugh nervously as you wipe up the blood with a cotton pad, and he shrugs.

"get used to it, this happens a lot and you know it. consider it a sweet perk of dating a guy who really, really likes piercings."

"fuck you" you drag out the words as you pick up the stapler. you breathe in deeply as you press the small gun up to the loose skin.

"no, like i showed you, pinch the skin" he reminds you, and you groan again- this is the price you pay for fucking the hot emo.

"what a sick joke," you lightheartedly complain as you replay the many times you've watched him do this. pinch, press, snap.

as you clamp the first new piercing into his face, he lets out a soft hiss. you stop, but he shakes his head, "keep going".

the second staple leads him to grab onto your waist again, digging his fingers into your soft skin. "fuck" he whispers out, his eyes fluttering shut. looking down at him like this, you'd think he was getting the best head of his life.

the third staple reaps the most reward, as you clamp down for the last time, he moans out, his mouth falling slightly agape at the pinching sensation. you don't have time to put the stapler down as he pulls you into his lap, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip through a messy kiss.

"mmf, dabs, what the hell?" you ask through crazed kisses, and he tangles his fingers into your hair. "might just pull a few more out so you can patch me back up," he whispers hotly against your rising chest.

whatever had gotten into him that night was just the start of probably the best sex you'd ever have.

two: bar fight

"man, FUCK you," dabi spits at tomura's feet, he had gone too far. the rest of the league was silent now- and dabi's rising fury was palpable.

the two had gotten a little too drunk, a little too lippy with each other, and a little too excited about being drunk and lippy. it was a common occurrence as of late, what with the stress of the war on heroes just beginning to take flight, constantly being forced to hide, fight, and strategize. needless to say, the drinks were needed.

so when tomura said just the right thing at just the right time, dabi was quick to respond.

"fuck ME? fuck YOU, you two-toned, half-life, COD-zombie reject!"

it wasn't even the insult that got dabi to sink his fist into tomura's rosy cheek. it was the snickering from twice, sitting in the corner of the room.

tomura stumbles back a bit before recoiling and smashing his gloved fist into dabi's nose with a resounding cracking noise, sending the taller man back. he snaps back with a shake of his head, wiping the gushing blood from his face.

"boss or not, i'm gonna nuke your loser ass." dabi laughs before sprining himself onto tomura, the both of them falling to the floor in an array of punches and shouts.

this also wasn't an uncommon thing- they fought like brothers almost, complete with the awkward "making up" phase where one would nod to the other at the end and that'd be the best apology either could muster. but this fight was different, bloodier, more aggressive than normal. both were too shitfaced to even feel the pain, and neither of them were registering the damage they were inflicting. so you, tugging on twice's t-shirt, stood up and dragged the blond with you to break them up. twice, between panicking and cheering, managed to get a grip on tomura, yanking the spindly man off off dabi, who was laid out on the ground with a wide grin, blood staining his teeth and lips.

"cmon dabi," you pull him by his arms, stumbling a bit from his unsteadiness. you manage to drag him to your bedroom, kicking the door behind you before he collapses onto the bed, wiping his blood onto your duvet.

"oh fucks sake, i just washed those." you complain, holding a towel in your hands that you were gonna give to him. no need for that, i guess.

he returns your complaint with a hiccuping smile, a shit-eating grin that screams victory- you let him have it. though, honestly, no one really won.

"that little cumsock broke my nose" he says nasally as he pinches the bridge of his, yes, very crooked nose.

shaking you head, you pick the towel back up and hand it to him.

"bite this," you instruct, as you pinch his nose bridge. since the whole "stapling his face" incident, coupled with the various times you'd dealt with the rest of the league's wounds, sicknesses, etcetera, this was a breath in the wind for you. he bites into the fabric, giggling, and you count down. on one, you snap the bones back into place with a hilted inhale, and he moans gutturally through the towel. he gags on the thick material in his mouth and spits it out, and you take a clean corner to wipe up the blood.

"fuck me, come here" he says with a growl to his words as he yanks your shirt above your head. you could still smell and taste the blood on him, but as he mashes his lips on yours, it doesn't seem to matter anymore.

three: tattoo

"christ, you're digging into my skin" dabi sucks air in through his teeth. spinner curls his top lip in, his nostrils flaring as he takes his foot from the pedal of the machine.

"sorry," spinner dips the needle back into the ink cap while starting the machine back up. it's a shoddy little setup, found outside a parlor. there were originally no needles or ink, just the machine with the little case- it took months to scrounge up the money to finally buy ink and needles that weren't expired or deemed too unsafe by spinner to use for tattooing. for a few months, he'd been practicing on various citrus fruits and even himself, but the pigment of the ink wasn't right for his scales, and now he was on another search entirely.

other than that, spinner's artwork looked good. he had already tattooed jin a few times, here and there, with little scratchers on his forearms and ankles. but he needed more practice, and more canvases. tomura had agreed only on the condition that it was exactly what he designed- which was way out of spinner's league right now. some extravagant line work of tomura's well-loved family hands, complete with smoke shading. toga was told she would have to wait to turn 18, cause she wanted little chibi portraits of ochacko and izuku- not exactly a choice any of the league approved of. atsuhiro didn't want to "ruin his complexion" just yet. so many canvases, so little opportunity.

dabi, on the other hand- what bare skin he had left, he loved covering in ink. he already had a few self-given stick n' pokes, but when that machine came in, it was like heaven in metal form. dabi had decided, after night one, that there would be no more "normal" skin to deal with. bugs, symbols, words, you name it, and it had a place on his body. so when he asked shuichi to tattoo your initial on the left side of his chest, shuichi was elated.

the sting of the needle was nothing compared to the fire he felt burning for you.

he didn't tell you anything, so when you got back and dabi's laid out on the couch, shirtless, a shaky gecko hanging over him with a giant tattoo machine buzzing into your boyfriend's skin, safe to say you were at least curious. and when it was all said and done, and the raised skin beat with his heart, the initial of your name stood in a striking print.

"it's gonna bleed a bit, just don't bump it-" spinner starts, and dabi nods with a grin. "i know, lizard, ive got about a hundred already. looks good". his teeth shine, and much to spinner's chagrin, he nods and begins to clean, sparing dabi from the aftercare speech. the blood trickles down from the irritation, only about an inch down his chest. you reach forward, swiping it away with your thumb as he grins widely.

he reaches and pulls you forward, falling back onto the couch with you straddling him. he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each of your fingers and lapping the blood off your thumb gently. "you like it, baby?" he looks back down at the tattoo as it bleeds slowly, thanking spinner in that moment for having a nervous hand still.

he doesn't give you time to respond as his fingers coil into your hair, pressing warm lips to yours. "mm, mhm-" you nod through kisses, his tongue curling against yours. he grabs at your thighs, sliding his hands to your ass as he stands back up, carrying you down the hall.

he doesn't stop kissing you until your laid on his bed, the scent of cigarettes and his cologne puffing out of the mattress. through giggles and heavy breaths, he slips your shirt over your head and drags his tongue from your navel, to your chest, all the way to your jawline. he places himself between your legs, grinding into you with a shaky exhale.

he settles himself back onto his knees, reaching for the button of his jeans. as he undoes them, he palms at his cock through his clothes, all while watching you beneath him with full eyes.

the tattoo catches your eye again as you watch the little bead of blood again. you reach up and swipe at it again, placing your finger directly to your tongue as he watches. his breath hitches as he fights his jeans, yanking them down quickly to reveal himself, already throbbing and leaking.

you wrap a leg behind his back, pulling him into you to kiss him, his cock pressing against your belly. his kisses grow more sloppy and rough as he nips at your lips, getting off on the taste of his blood on them.

"you, you..." he bites your ear, tongue swirling just under the lobe against your neck, "beautiful," he grabs at your chest and thumbs at the hardened bud under your bra. "i love you, i love you," he mumbles as you pull your pants down, and he shoves them completely off and pulls your underwear to the side. "beautiful girl," he thrusts into his hand, rubbing at your clit with his tip. "that's why it's your name," he presses into you slowly, throwing his head back as you clench around him already. "no one else's—fuck". he bottoms out as he fills you completely, your body pulling him in.

you whimper as he begins thrusting in quick short movements. he pulls completely out, rubbing at your clit again with his tip, "need my pretty girls' cum all over me". he sucks on your collar as your head turns to the side, completely overtaken by the rushed heat coiling inside of you. he pulls your bra down, and bites down gently on your nipples as he continues to tease you. as you begin to tremble, he smiles euphorically, feeling your hips buck up. "c'mon, baby, cum for me" his voice rises a bit in desperation, and your eyes flutter closed as he brings you closer.

"dabi, 'm so close,"

he continues working his hand around his cock, making sure it doesn't lose contact with your overly-sensitive clit as you near break.

"i, fuck, dabi" you plead as your hands reach for him, nails dragging down his arm. he moans, a shiver coursing through him as you begin to whimper and whine.

as the tension finally snaps, and your body floods with the ripple of your orgasm, he shoves himself back into you without pause, completely filling you as your walls tighten around him, sending him over the edge. his cock sputters and the warmth coats inside of you as he throbs and twitches, the both of you shaking.

the next night, he found the tattoo of his first initial, a secret he shared with only you, on the inside of your wrist, freshly done by shuichi earlier that morning.

four: bite

"fuuuuck, yeah," dabi sucks in a breath through his teeth as you sink yours into his neck. "again, harder," he begs with his eyes rolled back.

"dabs, i dont want to hurt you-"

"i don't give a shit, you wanna bite me, babe? then make it mean somethin'".

the scarred man throws his head back with ecstasy, anticipating the pain. he coils warm fingers into your hair, holding your head close against him as he pumps slowly inside of you from below. the stretching pain has yet to subside, which is what led to the first bite. but now, dabi was insatiable- the sharp pinch of his skin between your canines had him twitching and moaning desperately into your hair.

you nip at him again, right against his jawline. his scars feel different against your tongue, but not at all bad, as you lick against his bone and taut, stapled skin.

he growls in your ear as you pull your mouth away from him, promptly yanking you into a rough kiss. he grabs at either side of your hips, nestling himself deeper inside of you now. between kisses, he pants, "i said, harder. you got softer".

you moan softly at his complaint, but shake your head with what little composure you had left. "m' teeth are sharp, dabi- hah- i don't wanna break skin,"

he licks against your earlobe and ruts into you again. "fucking do it then, break skin-" another thrust, increasing in force. "make me bleed. you wanna bite my staples, baby?" he offers to you with a curled, sadistic smile, "you wanna rip them out with your teeth?"

your lack of an answer isn't well-received, as he digs his nails into your thighs and grinds against your sopping core. your head feels so heavy, you have no choice to rest it on his shoulder as he gets faster.

as his speed increases, so does his breathing- and be begins to lose control inside of you, unable to pace himself against your already-sensitive walls.

he thrusts hard once, his hips jerking up with a snap. his tip shoves against your cervix, sending a shooting pain through your womb, up through your stomach. you shout with a squeak, and sink your teeth right above his clavicle, directly into his trapezius. you feel the pop of skin tearing in your mouth, blood flooding into your mouth. you had managed to get past scar tissue, leaving a couple of staples loose. he groans out loudly, and you feel his sticky seed as his fluttering moans match the tempo of his erratic ruts.

"fuck, fuck, oh my god, sweetheart, fuck, i can't stop," he borderline cries into your ear as you let the blood drip down your chin and into the back of your throat. you clench around him as he chokes out sobs, soaking his nearly-spent cock, whining out his name as you pull your mouth from him.

he grabs your face with a free hand as he keeps bouncing you, letting you ride out the euphoric feeling, and licks his blood from your mouth with a guttural moan.

"my fucking god, you're a freak," he sucks on your bottom lip before glancing to his shoulder. "you really fucked me up, baby". his words don't hurt, though- because you can feel him hardening inside of you again.

your face pales as you watch the blood drip down his arm, but he redirects your face to meet his.

"i'm fine. pain receptors are basically fried. it feels good," he kisses your nose gently as he holds you.

"do that again though, and i might make you have my babies".

five: cycle

his favorite week was here. you were clingier than usual, begging him to warm your abdomen with his hands, staying put through most of the night with his arms around you when you usually tossed and turned. you even had more of that bite he loved so much, that attitude that entranced him in the first place. and when you weren't basically on top of him, you were under him, as he fucked you slower than usual, softer.

he loved when you were on your period.

"let me fuck the pain away, baby," he coos in your ear as you step out of the shower with him, head spinning.

you let him take your hand, guiding you to his bed, where he had already neatly laid a towel down.

he picks you up and sets you down kindly, his wet hair dripping down his face. it was longer like this, the choppy layers set against his forehead. this was when he looked most beautiful, you thought, he seemed the most gentle this way.

he spreads your legs, tossing his towel to the floor. his cock slaps his tummy, with soft white curls trailing down to his shaft. his piercings glint in the dimmed streetlamps, the shitty blinds doing little to filter light.

he gets on his knees on the floor, positioning himself between your legs. he can smell the iron in your core, and his mouth waters at the mere idea.

you try to pull him away, face flushing with a deep red across your cheeks as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. "no, you don't have to, i'm bleeding, that's not-"

he responds by pressing his tongue against your clit, sliding it in between your folds, until he can bury it inside of you. the tip of his nose brushes your clit, and your head falls back with an exasperated gasp. your fingers coil into his black hair, his tongue working slowly as it flits inside of you.

he moans against your heat from the the drops of blood on his tongue, swallowing thankfully as his licks get more rapid, his tongue sharpening to a point against your sensitive clit.

he eats like a starved dog, lapping up every bit of you he can with a shaky grin and weak breaths. he loses all self control, as he fists his neglected cock with a rough hand, pumping it wildly as he drinks you like wine.

every flick of his tongue drives you closer and closer, and he tastes the arousal coating his bloodied tongue with a panting moan.

your hand clenches in his hair, and he speeds up, grazing his teeth and sucking at the bundle of nerves until you spill out into his willing mouth. he moans against your skin again, vibrating your twitching core, as he paints his hand in a thick layer of pearly cum, soft "ah"s falling from his pretty lips.

he stands slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"still cramping, love?" he asks with a smirk, and you can't respond coherently, your legs shaking like a cheap massage chair.

"tsk, tsk. i'll have to do more, hmm?" he lines himself up with your puffy lips and slips inside the warmth with a bloody grin.

six: rebirth

you hated when the league went out without you. although you had begged time and time again, touya would never let you leave. his excuse was that he needed someone to patch him up afterwards- but you knew it was more than that. he kept you safe, doing his best to not worry you too much.

tonight was different, though. you could feel it. when tomura disappeared for months, you could feel it, too. the league fell apart and came back together, patched up like quilts- nothing made sense, but it was still them. touya was still him, for the most part. but you knew it wouldn't last long.

the first sign was how much gentler he was with you. how slowly and passionately he'd kiss you, his usual hunger and brevity seemingly replaced with tenderness and prayer.

and sometimes late at night, when it was just you two awake, sprawled on a ratty mattress in the new hideout, he'd whisper everything he loved about you. he'd kiss your head, rub your back, and promise you that you would always be okay.

he came home later and later now, eyes sunken in and frame thinning out even more as the league in its entirety evolved. you'd catch him drinking and leaving a shot out for jin, and magne. you would wake up to find him crying, blood seeping from his scarred eyes in silence, placing an curse eternal on keigo, who had betrayed them all. his voice was angrier when he spoke with tomura. he was shorter with everyone but you.

everything was quieter, and you forced yourself to accept it with the knowledge that it would never be loud again.

touya came home as the sun began to rise, face stony and eyes a muted, pale blue. without a word, you follow him to the bathroom of the dingy base, med kit in hand.

he doesn't speak as you wipe the blood from his cheeks. he doesn't even hum as you re-align his skin and staple it.

he pulls his shirt from his skin, mouth pulled into a thin line as he has to tear it off his chest, the sticky, dried blood melding the material to his peeling skin.

"what happened?" you pour iodine over the wound, and he lolls his head back.

"don't worry about it". he keeps his words short, and you refill the medical stapler. you counted the missing ones- at least fourteen, leaving the underside of his chest separated, the subcutaneous layer showing boldly and viscerally. you peel the gloves back onto your hands as you hand him a towel to bite. he takes it slowly, but still makes no sound as you pinch the skin together.

you'd gotten used to nights like this one, too. nights where he'd go out without a whisper and return to you like a corpse, mutilated and broken. but he made not a single noise, not a grunt nor moan, as the last of the staples re-pierced his flesh with "cl-tck"s.

he presses a kiss to your lips slowly, and if feels like the end.

"i'm sorry", he whispers to you when its all said and done. "i'm sorry, and i love you. thank you for putting up with me all the time".

you brush his dirty hair out of his face and hold him close against you, blood staining the front of you, but you don't care. his warmth seeps under your cold skin and your eyes burn like his hands.

"how much longer do we have"? you choke out, your head tucked into his neck. he takes a slow breath.

"don't worry about that now. it's all good, baby. just us right now. nothing else. look at me," he keeps his breathing steady, and you do your best to maintain eye-contact through swollen, blurry blinks.

"no matter who i become, or what happens from here, i'll be yours," he taps his chest, the healed tattoo on his upper pec still dark and sharp. his lips curl softly, a weak attempt at genuineness. "i love you. i love you, and i didn't think i could love. i'll always love you, okay?"

the news stations the next day are littered with photos and clips of dabi, now touya to the whole world, his beautiful blue eyes burning bright with the same passion he looked at you with. and you wait for him to come home again, and every night after that.

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whchenlvr · 5 months ago

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Can u write about reader as little sister (prob 1 year gap) of one of the eunjang student??

Like how would baekjin na and the gang react to their gf as the little sister of their enemy (eunjang student)??

IM SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE U CAN IGNORE IT IF U WANT 😭😭

i decided to use their korean names for this one since the requester did. anyway i hope you don’t mind!

when your brother is in eunjang ;

union x fem!reader

baekjin “donald” na

➤ oh boy

➤ it took him a long time to trust you in general because of his past, but it was even harder once he found out your older brother was a student at eunjang. more specifically, one that hung out close to big ben and the others

➤ it wasn’t a secret, so you didn’t feel the need to explain yourself when baekjin “suddenly discovered” that you were in “cahoots” with the enemy

➤ “you’re a spy.” “i’m not a spy.” “you’re a SPY!” “NO!”

daehyun “jake” ji

➤ his extroverted self does not care

➤ daehyun knows he can’t date you publicly like he wants, but he gets your brothers begrudging approval before asking you to be his girlfriend with the promise of never involving you in any of the union’s activity

➤ in private, you’d hold hands and invite him over to your house to play games, read comics, and eat dinner. sometimes the two of you kiss super dramatically just to annoy your brother

➤ in all honesty though, your brother likes daehyun. he trusts him with you and thinks you’re super cute together

hyeokjin “dean” kwon

➤ hyeokjin is taller and older and scarier than your brother, and you use those facts alone to tease your brother into letting you see him

➤ “if you don’t let me go on my date, hyeokjin is going to punch you.” “Y/N??? IM YOUR BROTHER?!” “YEAH BUT HES HOT SO”

➤ hyeokjin finds the two of you more amusing than anything else. your brother and you are constantly bickering, but at the end of the day, hyeokjin still makes it known to your brother that he will protect you

➤ “he’ll never admit it, but my brother likes you a lot.” “you’re just saying that so i pull my punches.” “yeah <3”

jihoon “jimmy” bae

➤ “you’re brother goes to eunjang?” “yeah..” “… would you totally dump me if i beat him u—OW!”

➤ you love jihoon. you love your brother. you hate seeing them argue, especially when it’s on your behalf, but you understand that they’re rivals and it can’t be helped

➤ after several months of dating, your brother accepts the fact that you won’t be breaking up with jihoon. he isn’t happy about your relationship, but there isn’t anything he can do to end it

➤ likewise, jihoon hates the fact that you have familial ties to eunjang. still, he loves you enough to look past it and is sure to limit the fight talk when you’re around

jeongyeon “jack” kang

➤ he starts scheming

➤ “okay, so, is there any chance you could ask your brother where he and the eunjang students are planning to meet?” “no.” “… would you do it for a scooby snack?” “???”

➤ honestly, he was worried that you’d break up with him when your brother said he didn’t approve of your relationship. however, after you slapped your brother for laying a hand on jeongyeon, he knew that it didn’t matter

➤ “y/n…” “don’t mention it.” “you smacked your brother.. for me?” you’d laugh at his super dramatic and cheesy reaction. “anything for you, snookums!”

seongje “wolf” keum

➤ just because your older brother fights for eunjang doesn’t make you eunjang property, and seongje reminds them of this often

➤ thankfully, even though your brother finds seongje quite terrifying, he agrees and knows that despite everything, seongje would never let anything happen to you

➤ if only the other eunjang students thought the same

➤ “i’m going to break their fingers—“ “no, no finger breaking.” “—yes finger breaking :)”

#weak hero webtoon #weak hero #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #wolf keum #donald na #jake ji #jimmy bae #jack kang #dean kwon

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CHAPTER 08 - once you go in, there's no turning back (hwang in ho x reader)

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You nearly passed out after the six-legged pentathlon game. You didn't realize as soon as you went back to the dormitory, you were fast asleep on supposedly on Hyun-ju's bed, but she didn't mind.

You felt your throat starting to sore, probably from the screaming you did earlier. You were in need of water so much. Plus, you felt your head throb a bit as you realized that you haven't had any breakfast yet.

"Oh, so that's how you got yourself those too?" You heard Guem-ja asked, but you didn't listen that much. It seemed she was talking to Hyun-just, hearing her deep, raspy voice close to... a man?

You didn't judge. In fact, it wasn't a problem at all. She still seems nice, and whatever made her decide to press O probably had something to do with her transforming. You knew how expensive those procedures were, yet you can't help but feel a sense of admiration for her as she continues to embrace herself, one where she's confident and feels true to her.

You head the door open as footsteps thudded to the ground. You slowly open your eyes, noticing a blanket tucked over you. Hyun-ju turned her attention to you and gave you a smile. Realizing you were sleeping on someone's bed, you quickly sat up and bowed. "Oh, I'm sorry for sleeping here. I felt so dizzy after the game."

"It's alright," Hyun-ju assured. "Did you have a good nap?"

You nodded, tucking away the blanket. "Very much so. I feel better now."

"That young lady made it!" You heard Geum-ja say excitedly.

"Who?" Yong-sik asked, scanning the room.

"The tiny young lady," Geum-ja replied. You quickly looked at the group of people walking, seeing Gi-hun, Jung-bae, Dae-ho, In-ho, and Player 222.

You rose from the bed and climbed down, waving your hand at Jung-bae who saw you. "Hey!"

Geum-ja and Yong-sik waved as well, seeing the relief in their faces, especially for Geum-ja. You knew how she must probably care for Player 222 so much, and you couldn't help but feel the same. You sighed in relief as you realized that they survived.

"I'll just go with them for awhile," you bowed to the group. "They're my friends. Are you guys going to be okay here?"

Geum-ja held both of your hands and caressed them with her thumb, feeling some sort of motherly care in the place. "Yes, yes. As long as you take care of yourself, alright? Please also tell me if that young lady needs anything," she pointed to Player 222 whose back was already turned, motioning for Gi-hun's group position. "I used to care for pregnant women, so please, please let me know if she's feeling anything, okay?"

You nodded and gave her a reassuring smile. "I will. Thank you, eomoni."

You gave Yong-sik, Hyun-ju, and Young-mi a bow before turning away, making your way towards Gi-hun group. They seemed to be in the middle of conversation, hearing Dae-ho explain about his father fighting in the Vietnam war. You noticed In-ho smiling, his aura light and expressive that was completely different when you first saw him, and how he dismissed you earlier.

Dae-ho stood up and looked at you, noticing you were already there. He excitedly waves his hand, motioning for you to join. Jung-bae and Gi-hun smiled at you, and Player 222 motioned a space for you to sit. You avoided your gaze from In-ho, noticing how he was looking at you intently again.

"Listen, perhaps we should learn each other's names," Dae-ho said eagerly. "I still don't know your names, gentlemen. Or yours, miss," he looked at Player 222. He took a deep breath and held out his arm. "I'll start. I'm Kang Dae-ho. Dae means 'big', Ho means 'tiger'."

"Wow, big tiger. Cool name," Jung-bae chuckled as he motioned his hand like a claw, imitating a tiger. He then turned his eyes to everyone. "My name is Park Jung-bae. Righteous and twice. My parents wanted me to be twice as righteous."

Player 222 spoke quietly. "My name is Kim Jun-hee. I don't know what it means though."

"Hmm," you placed your hand on your chin as if to think. "I think it means something related to a lucky charm."

"That's right!" Jung-bae exclaimed. "She flipped the ddakji on the first try. It was so cool!"

You chuckled and gave Jun-hee a small pat on her shoulder, her face lighting up as she smiled. Just then, you heard In-ho speak up, looking at Jun-hee. "Jun-hee, when you get out of here, go see a doctor right away. You've been under a lot of stress. You need to get yourself checked out."

Jun-hee nodded in agreement. You rubbed her back as you felt her tense a bit, probably not used to the attention that much. She gave you a small smile as she held her belly.

"I'm Oh Young-il."

Your hand stopped as you looked at In-ho, or Young-il, as he introduced himself. You raised an eyebrow in confusion, wondering why he didn't give his real name. He seemed to avoid your gaze as he spoke, his lips twitching a bit. Your instinct tells you that he was lying, but at the same time, you started to question yourself.

Was he really not the In-ho you knew? Is that why it seemed as if he dismissed you? Were you just dreaming when you saw him hear you call his name? Was it all just a dream?

"Young-il?" You asked confusingly. He looked at you abruptly then turned to his tracksuit, now avoiding your gaze. You knew he was lying.

"Young-il sounds like 'zero one', and that's my number," he chuckled, still avoiding your gaze as he looked at Jung-bae instead. "Easy to remember."

"Oh, that's true!" Dae-ho exclaimed, pointing his finger at Young-il's tracksuit. "Your name is your number."

Young-il looked at Gi-hun and proceeded to ask. "Oh, Gi-hun. What's your last name?"

"My name is Seong Gi-hun," Gi-hun replied, looking at everyone.

"Seong literally means last name," In-ho laughed, much to everyone's confusion. Each of you stared at him weirdly as his laughter continued. You eyed him as you noticed him looking at everyone, the only exception was you.

He was clearly lying, and him avoiding his eye contact with you was enough to determine that he's under a fake name. You decided to stay silent, but planned to confront him after when everyone isn't around.

You snapped away from your thoughts when the alarm buzzed, the doors opening to reveal the group of guards.

"Congratulations to all of you for making it through the second game," the square-masked guard announced. "Here are the results of the second game." He motioned his arm with a remote in his hand, pointing it to the piggy bank.

The lights dimmed, the piggy bank now acting as the light in the room. The TV displayed the growing number of the prize money as money rained inside the piggy bank, much to everyone in awe.

"In the second game, 110 players were eliminated. The prize money accumulated up to this point is 20.1 billion won. Since there are 255 players remaining, each person's share is 78,823,530 won."

"Wait, what?" Another player exclaimed, seeing his patch with the O sign. "It's still under 100 million? It's not even 80 million."

"Only 110 people died? Is that all?" Another player asked, much to your disbelief. "Did you count them right?"

Only 110 people? If this was held in the outside world, this was already considered a massacre. In just 2 days, 110 people already died by just playing children's games. This was madness. The world was a scary place indeed.

"Fuck. I almost died twice, and that's all I get?" You heard another player say near you. "I'd get more money than that if I let somebody beat me up!"

You looked at him in disbelief, trying to make sense of how these people can be okay with people dying here at the expense of money.

"I completely understand your disappointment," the square-masked guard said. "However, we always keep the door open for you to pursue new opportunities. You will now take a vote to decide whether to continue the games or not." The circle-masked guards from behind brought the voting machine consisting of the O and X buttons. You didn't realize how it looked more like a gift box, with a ribbon wrapped around the top. "Whether to continue the games for a bigger prize or to stop here is entirely your choice."

You scoffed. "We're being manipulated in this game. Trying to not take any accountability, huh." You muttered to yourself.

"Please feel free to exercise your right to choose in a democratic manner."

You shook your head in disbelief as Gi-hun looked at you, the worry on his face so evident. You knew how he wanted to save everyone and leave this place. He seemed to have a plan for everyone after leaving this game, and you wanted to trust that.

You noticed Jung-bae looking at the piggy bank more than usual, probably rethinking his decision. You looked at Gi-hun as he stared at In-ho's O patch. He seemed to notice this as he touched his patch briefly. "Don't worry. I want to stop here too. I should go and be with my wife at the hospital."

That didn't add up again. His wife was dead, as far as you can remember. Nothing was making sense at all.

"I'm telling you. We'll get out this time," Dae-ho said with determination. He touched his O patch and cursed at it. "A Marine should think strategically and know when to retreat. Isn't that right, brother?" Dae-ho grabbed Jung-bae's shoulder.

Jung-bae turned around and nodded, though he seemed to be reluctant. "Yeah, you're right. Marines aren't invincible. We should get out."

"We have to end the games here," Gi-hun said. "I will help you guys out when we get out."

You stepped forward, giving them all a smile. "I will too." You saw Gi-hun look at you confusingly as you continued, "I'm not in debt. Far from that. Jun-hee, I can go be with you at the hospital to help with your check-up."

"Unnie," Jun-hee said quietly, eyeing you. "Why are you here if you're not in debt then?"

You sighed deeply. This was it. There's no way out for you to lie on this one. Unlike In-ho, you decided to come clean. "I played ddakji with the recruiter on the subway because... well, I wanted to try and see if I was still good at playing the game," you placed your hand on the back of your head, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Guess I made the wrong choice, huh?" You chuckled sheepishly. "I left Seoul when I was a kid and moved to the States for a long time. I came back here for good because well, this is my home. It's where I belong."

"You seemed to have a good life back in America if that's the case. Why did you have to come back?" you heard In-ho ask from behind, his eyes fixed on you.

You gulped before speaking, your gaze not leaving him. "I came to look for someone." For a second, In-ho's eyes flickered. You couldn't tell if he felt regret or some sort of recognition, but he was able to mask it well.

Dae-ho leaned in with a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he dragged out a tease. "Is that someone your boyfriend, Y/N? That's so romantic!"

"He's... not my boyfriend," your eyes lingered on In-ho as you spoke. "But he's someone important in my life. I grew up with him when I stayed in Seoul. We were inseparable. But, I had to leave. I left without saying goodbye," you paused as the memory of you leaving flooded back as if you were back to that scene. "I knew we'd always be connected. No matter where we were, no matter what happened, we'd always be there for each other - always and in all ways."

In-ho's stare was unwavering, sharp, and deliberate as if daring to acknowledge the unspoken tension between you two. Your gaze clung to him as your eyes glistened with unshed emotions as if begging him to see how you missed him. You knew right then and there that it was In-ho you were looking at, not the Young-il he pretended to be. For a moment there, he looked like he might actually say something.

Then, just like that, he laughed. It was sharp and bitter. Like something was jagged to this throat, the hurt coming out as you felt it pierce your heart.

"People do that a lot, don't they?" In-ho mused, tilting his head slightly. "They all come back hoping to find something... only to realize it was never there to begin with."

"Yeah," you whispered, holding back your tears as you nodded slowly. "I guess so."

You hoped that something, or anything, that the boy you had once known would still be there. But in his eyes, you only saw a stranger. "If you're looking for something that's long gone, maybe you're wasting your time."

Your gaze locked on to his, and for a moment, everything seemed to slip out from your hands - your heart, your memories, your In-ho. It was all just gone, replaced with the avoidant and cruel Young-il.

"Young-il, you can't just shut her down like that," Gi-hun took a step forward, his brow furrowed with concern. "That's harsh."

"It's not a big deal," you spoke up, your voice trying not to crack. "He said maybe. He has a point."

Gi-hun, still caught in the confusion, glanced back at you, his face softening with empathy. "You'll find him soon, once we get out of there, hmm?"

You nodded, feeling thankful for Gi-hun's efforts. "I guess I'm the only one holding on," you murmured. "But he's right. It doesn't matter."

You turned away, the finality of it hitting you like waves. You didn't want to dwell too much on your feelings, thankful for the fact when Dae-ho held out his hand for everyone to stack theirs. "Let's huddle up."

You stacked your hands up along the others while In-ho stacked his on top of yours. You tried to ignore his touch, remembering how he dismissed you earlier.

"In one, two, three. Victory at all costs!" Dae-ho exclaimed with determination, as all of you cheered.

"This time, the vote will begin with Player 001," the square-masked guard announced. "Player 001, please cast your vote."

Everyone's eyes turned to In-ho, or so he introduced himself as Young-il. His eyes darted over you before walking towards the buttons. The room was thick with anticipation, his every step echoing in the silence as he walked. You notice his head facing upward, seeing the TV up. He was the first to vote, and you trusted that he would press X this time.

The red light shone on his face as he pressed X, a sigh of relief coming out of you as did the other players. He removed his O patch and replaced it with the X patch, walking towards the X area.

"Player 002."

You walked towards the voting machine, moving with a quiet, measured pace, your footsteps steady but purposeful. Your gaze flickered to the buttons, X or O, ready for you to decide. You didn't hesitate as you pressed the X button, the red light shining on your face as you saw the X results come for 2. You took a step back, walking towards the X area near Young-il.

The silence between you and In-ho was almost oppressive as the quietness of the room amplified the tension that clung to your skin. You both stood there, still and composed. You took a quick glance at him, only to find him already looking at you, making your heart skip.

"Player 007."

It was a brief eye contact, seeing a brief of the In-ho you knew than this In-ho he claimed to be. But the longer he looked at you, the more it hurt. In those seconds, you knew that even if he may have remembered something in the past, he wasn't going to let it through.

You abruptly looked at the TV as you saw the O results come up with 1. Your jaw dropped seeing Yong-sik vote for O, replacing his X patch with the O patch. You looked at Geum-ja, who seemed to be surprised with her son's decision as well. Knowing Geum-ja, she probably warned her son first before voting, only for Yong-sik to choose a completely different path.

You noticed more and more players voting for O, much to your horror. The more you stayed in this place, the more feelings of regret continued to stick through you.

"Player 095."

You were confident that Young-mi would press X as a sigh of relief came out from you when she did so. She walked towards next to you, giving her a reassuring smile as you held her hand for a bit, trying to calm her down.

Your eyes focused on the TV as you see more players vote, your emotions feeling as if they're on a rollercoaster as the votes alternated with X and O. Your hopes crushing as you see the O votes leading.

"Player 120."

Hyun-ju took a while to decide. When you noticed her hands flicker to the O button, you stared in horror a she pressed it, the blue light shining in her face as the O vote increased.

"Unnie," Young-mi mumbled as she looked at Hyun-ju, seeing them lock gazes for a while. You could sense Hyun-ju's hesitation as she went to the O area, her 0 patch remained in her tracksuit.

X - 33, O - 36

"Everyone!" Gi-hun shouted from behind the crowd. Though you felt a movement on your side as you saw In-ho moving towards the middle.

"Are you all out of your minds?" In-ho exclaimed in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed together. "You still want to keep going after watching all those people die? Who's to say you won't die in the next game?" He walked towards the back, eyeing each and every player. "We have to stop. We'll all die if we keep going! Come to your senses, and leave with that money." He gritted his teeth as he spoke, his words spewing out with frustration. "You've got to survive first, or there won't be a next step."

"What do you think we can do with a mere 70 million?" Jeong-dae walked towards In-ho, raising his voice. "I don't know how much you owe, but for most people here, that doesn't even cover 10% of their debt. Am I right?" He yelled as the other players nodded in agreement. "There's no next step for us! That money won't change anything!"

"With that amount of money, I won't last long," Player 043 shouted, pointing at the piggy bank.

"It was 25 million after the first game," Jeong-dae continued. "And now, it's 78 million. After one game, the amount more than tripled! If we play one more game, the prize will be at least 240 million!"

"But I can't do this anymore," Young-mi cried out, tears forming in her eyes as her breath trembled. "Please. Please let me out of here. I really want to go home. I don't want to die."

"Young lady," another player spoke, his face pleading as he almost sobbed. "You're young, so you'd probably have another chance. But I don't. My family and I have no future. My business failed, and now I owe over 500 million. I've got to make at least half of that there if I want a real shot at a fresh start."

"What if you die?" You called out, questioning his statement as you walked towards the middle. "Then it would be the end for you and your family! Can you carry on living knowing how you get all the prize money at the expense of everyone's lives?" You raised your voice as your fingers pointed at him, seeing him look down as if he considered your words.

Just when you think you made your point, another player at the back shouted. "Don't get fucking scared! Ddakji, Red Light, Green Light, Spinning Top - it's not like the games are that difficult," he pointed at the TV. "Look, there are still 255 players. Way more than half of us survived! We've made it this far, so let's do this one more time!"

You felt your throat dry up, realizing how morally wrong that seemed, but he still made a point. You looked at In-ho, your eyes asking for support. But he only stared at you, his gaze seemingly unreadable.

You felt your heart pounding hard in your chest as your hearing started to become distorted as you heard the other players chant one more game, much to your fear. You felt suffocated as the air felt thick with... greed. You felt your migraine coming back, your pulse following the beat of each chant.

You felt a hand grab you from behind, pulling you from the crowd. You were too fazed, questioning humanity every second as the O votes increased more. Each tick of the counter felt like a hammer to the chest, each number driving the reality of the game deeper into your bones.

Your gaze drifted towards the hand that held you, realizing it was from In-ho. His fingers were cold and firm, pressing it gently as you felt your pulse harder. You could feel the ripple of human desperation in the air, your stomach twisting as nausea built on to you, realizing how greed, survival, and human nature laid bare. You stared at his hand made you more feel suffocated, as if it reminded you that you were tethered into this place, with no chance of escape.

There was no escaping it. If you wanted to get out of this place, you had to kill your way in. You were caught in a web of human greed.

"The results are 139 for O and 116 for X. Based on the majority vote, we'll proceed to the third game tomorrow."

You removed your hand from In-ho as you walked away, heading toward your bed as you lay down, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts blank. You weren't silent - you were silenced. It was no longer about the game, survival, or the people in the room. It was about the slow unraveling of human nature.

You turned over, burying your face in your pillow. You wanted to go home. You missed when you had no knowledge of this place. Why did you have to throw your life away for this cruel mess? Were you brought in here to question humanity? To reveal the true course of human nature? In this place, there was no salvation. You were surrounded by people who decided to fight, even if it meant leaving others behind.

Your heart ached as the cruelty in this place started to crawl into you, remembering more of how In-ho dismissed your feelings yet he continued to give you mixed signals, trying to weigh in if it was In-ho or Young-il you were talking to. He transformed in front of your eyes, and you couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the game, or if it was just his true nature finally breaking through.

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You felt a light shine on your face. You noticed the players lining up for food, but you didn't feel like eating. You felt your stomach twist, though it wasn't from hunger - just mere emptiness. The food was there just waiting for you to be claimed, but you couldn't bring yourself to at least stand up.

"It's mealtime," you heard someone say, a voice you didn't want to hear, or at least expect.

You turned your back on him. "Not hungry." The flash of his words echoed through your mind, "If you're looking for something that's long gone, maybe you're wasting your time." The words had cut through you like a knife, a cruel reminder of how easily he had dismissed everything. And now, here he was, trying to coax you into eating.

"You need to eat," he firmly said. You turned to face him, seeing his eyes searching your face, with worry this time.

You scoffed. "You're wasting your time."

In-ho looked at you for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as if he couldn't understand. He let his hand fall back to his side as he quietly walked away, while you stayed still on your bed. Instead, you closed your eyes, deciding to sleep and skip mealtime instead.

Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, you felt someone nudge your shoulder again. You sighed in annoyance, sitting right up as you turned to face In-ho, only to be surprised when you saw him holding two breads and two milk cartons. He placed a piece of bread and milk on top of your bed.

"I said eat," In-ho said, his voice commanding. He turned away and sat on the staircase near the others as Gi-hun, Dae-ho, and Jun-hee ate together in silence.

You can't help but feel your stomach growl, finally confirming that you are indeed hungry. You didn't want to let pride run over you just because it was In-ho who gave you your food. You reluctantly opened your bread and took a bite of it, savoring its cloudy texture to your mouth.

"Brother Jung-bae!" Dae-ho called out to Jung-bae, who was eating a bit away from your group. When he didn't budge, Dae-ho sighed and walked over to him, dragging him back to the group as Jung-bae reluctantly looked at everyone. "It bugs me seeing you sitting there all pathetic."

You only gave a small laugh as you continued to munch on your bread. Despite the awfulness in this place, you can't help but think how this place makes the best food you've ever tasted in your life, as if it was your last meal on earth.

"I'm sorry," Jung-bae said as he looked at all of you, his hands trembling a bit. "Jun-hee, Young-il, Y/N, I'm sorry," he bowed at each of you, then turned to Gi-hun. "Gi-hun, I'm sorry. I borrowed some emergency cash, and the creditors are harassing my ex-wife and kid. If I play one more game, I think I'll be able to settle my debt."

"Jung-bae," In-ho interrupted, looking at him steadily. His voice was low but you could hear the amusement in his voice. "You of all people shouldn't have done it. It's not twice as righteous," he pouted, much to your surprise.

You hated how your heart skipped a beat upon seeing him pout, a rush of warm feeling spread through your chest as your cheeks flushed. You quickly looked away, trying to avoid his eye contact as you noticed him glance at you as he pouted.

In-ho sighed and continued. "But, looking at the results, even if you had voted against, we would still have been outvoted."

"Right? It's not entirely my fault," Jung-bae said quickly, his breath hitching as his face lit up. You could see the comfort in his eyes as if his vote was justified, adding more when Dae-ho agreed.

"To be honest, I understand why you did it. The money isn't enough for me either, so when I went up to vote, I did think about playing one more game," Dae-ho admitted.

"You did?" Jung-bae asked, grabbing Dae-ho's shoulder.

Dae-ho grimaced and pushed Jung-bae back. "I said I get it."

Jung-bae sat beside In-ho as he bowed, sighing as he sat down. "Thank you for understanding. But I voted in favor partly because I feel confident. We did so well as a team, didn't we?" He looked at everyone, expecting an agreement. "If we stick together one more time, I'm sure we'll be fine," he moved towards Jun-hee. "Jun-hee, I'll make sure we survive the next game--"

"The next game?" Gi-hun sighed, staring into space as if his life flashed before his eyes. "In the next game, we might have to kill each other."

Jung-bae was clearly taken aback, staring in horror as Gi-hun spoke those words.

"Gi-hun, that's a bit much," In-ho replied, his voice light trying to ease the tension. "There's nothing we can do now, so let's try to stay positive."

"That's... not impossible," you spoke, much to everyone's surprise. You opened your milk carton, ready for you to drink yet it remained in your hand. "Every life here is valued at 100 million won. There's a high chance they would let us kill each other knowing how the O team was determined to continue the games, clearly not caring if they had to kill for the prize. They even have an estimate on how much the next prize money would be."

In-ho only looked at you as he ate his bread, chewing it as he gave you a nod as if he just analyzed you. "If that's the case, then we should eat, pull ourselves together, and try our best again."

You took a sip of your milk, only to find it to be chocolate milk instead. You glanced at the other milk cartons that your group had, and everyone had plain milk. You checked the label on yours, confirming it to be actually chocolate milk. You stared at it confusingly, wondering how you got a different milk than the others. You checked the other players' milks, all of them with the same flavors.

"Here, Jun-hee," In-ho handed his plain milk carton to her, waiting for her to take it. "You can have mine. Hang in there until the next game."

Jun-hee reluctantly looks at it, clearly shy. "No, it's okay."

"Take it," In-ho insisted. "I don't drink plain milk."

You blinked, caught off guard as you realized they all had plain milk. You were confused as to how that happened. How was he able to retrieve chocolate milk from the guards?

For a moment, you were caught between the instinct of continuing to drink and enjoy every sip of it. You noticed In-ho looking at you and the milk you were drinking, his gaze unreadable and neutral. At the back of your head, you wanted to believe that he hadn't forgotten. The In-ho you knew always remembered how you preferred it than plain milk, as you liked your milk sweeter. The milk felt out place, yet comforting.

You stared at it, you swear you've seen it. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he saw you drinking your milk. It was so simple, yet the weight of it felt heavy. Did he remember?

Your mind raced, trying to make sense of it. There had been no warmth in his actions before, especially when he easily dismissed your feelings. And yet, here was this. A small, seemingly insignificant gesture. But in the context of everything else, it felt like a distant echo of something real, something from the past that couldn’t exist here, not in this place.

You needed to know what In-ho was trying to do, and why he was acting this way. You needed to find the answer as to why he chose to hide behind the facade of Young-il in this place. At this point, the one who gave you the milk, was it really In-ho, or just another game that Young-il wanted to play?

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A/N: I hope you like how I added more of the reader and in-ho's moments together. As much as possible, I try to still include the dialogues from the actual show and add some from Y/N to not disrupt the whole story. With that, feel free to leave out your thoughts here, and I'll gladly interact with each and everyone of you. 🫶

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omg mae bae happy bday and congrats on 7k wowie! would you do apple pie, ¹⁰⁾ a six pack of beer and an apology, with steve harrington? <3

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Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

Steve finds you in the kitchen. You’ve procured a pair of scissors from somewhere, and you’re snipping apart those plastic rings that hold together six-packs. You glance up as he comes in but look away quickly, picking another up off the counter.

“Turtles strangle themselves on these things,” you say. You snip a corner, the sound short and crisp. “I don’t know why we still use them.”

Steve honestly doesn’t think much about sea animals when he’s drinking a beer, but he wants to agree with you. “Me neither.”

“It’s like, we’re supposed to be this advanced society. Can’t we come up with something that doesn’t kill turtles?”

“Mhm. Probably.”

“I just think it’s dumb.” You push out a breath. It sounds frustrated, but Steve knows you well. You’re more stressed than angry. He’s not patient enough to wait for you to get around to telling him that yourself.

“What’re you doing in here?” he asks.

You look up at him again. Shrug. “I was sick of being out there.”

“You wanna go home?”

“Do you?”

It’s a fair thing to ask. Steve’s your ride, so leaving these things is usually a joint decision. But he feels like the question is pointed. “Do you think I wanna go home?”

“I don’t know.” Some of the stress is seeping into your voice now, your terseness taking on a new hue. “You seemed mad.”

He was mad (is mad?). He just hasn’t figured out if it’s fair for him to be, yet, so he wasn’t planning on making it your business. He thought that would be the nice thing to do, but you don’t seem to appreciate being left out of the loop.

“Do I seem mad now?” he asks.

You cut through the last plastic ring with a harsh snap. “Christ, Steve, I don’t know. Why are you asking me all this?”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and though it’s automatic he does mean it. “I’m not trying to be mad at you.”

Your eyes meet his, crushed before you can hide it. “But you are.”

“Not—” He sighs, jamming his thumb against his brow bone. It’s an anxious habit, a preventative measure against potential headaches. “Not really. Not in a way that’s important.”

“I think it’s important anytime you’re mad at me,” you say. Your voice has softened and smalled. Steve feels like his guts are in knots. He wants to make an excuse, to explain—It’s not that I’m actually mad at you. I haven’t decided if I should be. So we’re all good, right? For now, I mean. At least until I decide.—but before he get the chance to further fuck things up you ask, “Can you tell me what you’re mad about?”

Steve drops his hand to look at you. “You really don’t know?”

You wince, and he thinks you do know. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I’m sorry.”

He feels his brows furrow. “For what to happen?”

“For it to land on you.”

“That’s not…it’s spin the bottle. You can’t control who it lands on. That’s the point.”

You shake your head, almost to yourself. Your fingers are fiddling with the ends of your sleeves. “I shouldn’t have even played. I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have if I’d known that was gonna happen.”

“What do you keep apologizing for?” Some accidental anger makes its way into Steve’s tone. “Who did you want to kiss?”

You blink. “No one.”

“Nobody plays spin the bottle unless they want to kiss someone.”

“Well, I guess I changed my mind.”

“Why?”

“Because!” Your voice rises, and you lower it just as quickly. You both glance to the kitchen entryway like the calvary is going to come force you back to that stupid party just because you almost yelled. “Because,” you say, quieter, “it was weird.”

Steve forgets to even try to keep his face in check. He feels it twist with hurt. “It was?”

“Yes! Everyone was looking at us, and it was like a game—it was a game.” You pull your sleeves over your hands, shoulders winding up tight. “I guess I just feel like that sort of thing should be private.”

Awareness dawns upon him like a slow sunrise. Steve has never been known for his book smarts, but he’s not stupid. He knows what it feels like to be liked. He’s just never known what it felt like to be liked by you.

A little laugh of disbelief stumbles out of him. “You said ‘ew.’”

You’d been tipsier and fizzy with excitement when the game had started. Smiling and laughing at everything, your giddiness palpable. When your turn had come, Steve had watched you carefully to see if your eyes did that hopeful flit to someone in the circle, but all your concentration had been on the bottle, your smile slipping just a little as it spun. And landed on him.

Ew, you laughed. No, c’mon, you can’t make us.

That’s the game, Marcy had reminded you gleefully. As a resister, you now had the attention of most of the circle. It wasn’t Steve’s first time playing. He knew how it went.

Relax. He’d forced a smile, getting onto his hands and knees to meet you in the middle. It’ll be quick. Not too disgusting.

You’d made a face of humorous unwillingness, your eyes darting around the group as if seeking rescue. Fine, you relented. If it’s not a big deal to you, it’s not to me.

Steve had done this more than once, but it felt especially awkward with you. Crawling into the middle of a circle of spectators, your hand knocking the bottle so that it clinked and rolled. True to his promise, he kept it brief, a short, painless press of his lips. Hardly enough to feel the impression of yours before you were both pulling away, Steve silent and you spewing a string of nervous giggles.

You’d left before it was Steve’s turn to spin.

Now you seem near to ripping the sleeves of your shirt, the material stretched over your curled fingers as you worry your lip. You’re back to not looking at him. “I didn’t mean ‘ew’ at you.”

It had sure sounded like it. “Then what did you mean?”

“I meant it, like, I didn’t like how things were going.” You laugh at yourself, the sound stymied. “Like ew, we have to kiss in front of everyone, or ew, Chris is watching us way too intently.”

Steve makes a face. “He was?”

“Is that what you’re mad about?” Something seems to dawn upon you now, too, your expression clearing. “That I said that?”

He looks at you for a second. “Well, it sounds stupid when you say it out loud.”

“No it doesn’t,” you say, but you look to be fighting a grin. “I’m sorry, it’s not stupid. I didn’t mean to be mean.”

“It’s okay,” he says genuinely.

You shake your head. “I wasn’t thinking. But that’s not what I meant.”

Steve knows this now, but he teases you anyway. “Are you sure about that?”

You hesitate only half a second before you catch onto what he’s doing. Your smile starts to win. “I’m sure.”

“Kissing me doesn’t disgust you?”

“No.” Your voice is bashful now, but your eyes are steady on his as you take a step toward him.

The knots in Steve’s guts aren’t getting any looser, though there’s a different kind of commotion going on there now. “I don’t know if I believe you.”

You reach for each other at the same time, his hands on your ribs and yours on either side of his face, and this time there’s no glass bottles to knock or rules to adhere to or spectators to appease. This kiss isn’t short.

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ygslvr · 1 year ago

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Jealousy, that shit gon' eat your heart out

Ony x Afab Reader

Word Count: 2,015

Just me talkin: This a “lil short” sumsum i thought of while making my gojo ff and this is also the first ever thing imma put on this platform so treat this shit with love and be nice bc ian scared to cuss a ho out okiii byyeeee hugs and mfkn kisses

Warings: Language, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP and uhhh just alot of shit read with caution fuck 🧍🏽‍♀️

Summary: You And Ony go to his neighborhood to visit his grandma and him to hang around his fam just for a bitch to be all up on him and grind on him and he don't do nun bout it but thats okay you will

“Alright Ma we almost there,i need you need you to please be on your best behavior” He squeezes your thigh to emphasize his please

If youre being honest you hardly heard him bc you were too busy staring at how FINE and DIVINE your man looked i mean cmonnn now he had on his jewelry,chains and studs, look so good on his ass. And he was in a white tee with a black jacket and black sweatpants and made that shit look good asl. Ou the things you could do to him ouuuu the things the things mannnn you can just su-

“BAE”

You snap out of you lil trance you was in “huh, oh yeah yeah you know i got class i could neverrrr”

“Mhm” he rubs your thigh and pulls into the neighborhood

“You're the one i need to be telling that” you say as you pull down the mirror to check out your hair and makeup before yall get there. Ony looks over at you with a confused expression. “What?”

“Dont what me bitch yk i look good” You look over and start caressing yourself and moving your hair out the way so he can see your outfit

“Chill out with that bitch shit yk how i feel bout dat shit” He lowers his voice on the last part

“Mhm i know baby can get sensitivveee” you say in a baby voice making a concerned face while patting his shoulder

You arrive at his folks house and they is boominggg. I mean,lil kids running around in the front yard, old heads on the porch watching the kids and cars that pass by, a bouncy house for the kids, and you can just smell the good ass food from the driveway. Ony watch you get out the car and you both start walking to the house.

-Imma skip some bc while i was editing I noticed half of this was useless talking making my word count go up so I deleted it..🤭-

You're sat down by Ony’s Aunts and female cousins talking about any and everyone. You can see where he gets his chill demeanor from all of his fam is cool asfk. Ony is sitting next to you with his hand firmly on your thigh,chopping it up with his uncles cousins and friends. Somehow their convo gets to dice and they get up and go to shoot some. As ony is leaving he kisses you on the cheek and tells you he’ll be back and after that y'all could go then he kisses you on the lips and leaves.

“Oooo you got him hooked in lovee honey i never saw him this tranced” One of his aunts say as she pats your arm

You giggle and turn towards them “I dont get what you guys mean, does he seem that in love with me?”You smile

They all collectively say ‘Hell Yeah’

Everyone was vibin and you and his family just choppin it up talking about everything and anything. Ony and his people back there loud playing dice, dominos, and spades just cursing,slamming stuff , and loud. But it aint mind yall it was just a cozy time bonding with his family that's until as one if his aunts is talking she looks behind you and just trails off then the rest of his people turn around and looks and all collectively start to gape in that direction , so you decide to turn around and see what's happening. You turn back when you don't see anything but people, you give them a confused look and one of his Cousins explains “You see that girl with red highlights that just walked in and making her way to ony? Well that was one of ony coulda been girls they talked and prolly even hooked up we dont know but they was close as fuck people thought they were dating but ony hard denied it thats how close.” You turn around and look and by the time you do she alr made her way to the table they was at, you turn back “Not to be rude but they used to be close so why yall so shocked she here” you said smiling.

The worst that could happen is that they still talk just recently stopped talking or he crazy about her or sumn but nahhhh ony aint stupid he know you batshit crazy like yo mama

Another cousin of his continues “He aint tell you girl? That bitch is bat shit crazy but Ony being the nice boy he is never told the hoe about herself, like he should of but hey imma hold my ones with that.”

You give a confused look

“GIRL HE REALLY AINT TELL YOU?! Well miss thang be all up on facebook and instagram posting him claiming they still together using pictures from like 3 years ago even said they got a baby together the baby is one…. girl….like give it up”

One of his other cousins chime in “And ony being a lil bitch dont tell her shit telling us to ignore it and she gon shut up but nu uh that hoe is still going and ion think she gon sto- uh oh?” She stopped when she looked behind you and everyone eyes followed including yours just to see the girl all up ony in the seat right next to him. Like she had her leg over one of his and touching his arm they whole package and wtf was ony doing? Smilin and telling her chill … this nigga want you to be on first 48…

Like him having an old fling? Ok as long as they not still doing shit, especially behind yo back. The old fling came to his family function after he cut her off? She crossed a line not a thick one but its whatever don’t cross the thick line and you good. Being all up on my nigga and feeling on him like he yours and y’all engaged. Bitch you need to move immediately. THAT GOOD FOR NUN ASS NIGGA JUST SITTING THERE SMILING??? Ok bitch you think im stupid and ima a soft ass hoe playing on my fucking top.

You turn back, dig in your purse for your perfume spray sum on you and tell his family to excuse you and that you'd be back. As you get up you grab your drink in case that bitch try sum. You sip on it as you make your way to the table ony. As you're making your way to him you don't take your eyes off him and eventually he looks at you and the look in your eyes makes him have a confused expression. You dont know if this nigga confused on what you finna do or if he confused why you looking at him like that. And you dont know why his good for nun ass is confused, unless he acting dumb…. Ouuu you finna fuck this nigga UP

You make it over to his seat and kick that roach’s leg off your husband and ever so politely sit on his lap. You hear the girls in the back CACKLING , you don't mind that the Ony wanted you to behave oh so bad before yall pulled up giving you that bitch ass speech in the car just to come act like this. So you do what your man said and behave. And you look over to that fishy ass tramp next to him.

“ Hi, I’m Ony’s Girlfriend, Soon to be fiance . I SEE y'all are pretty close so i decided to come over to introduce myself”You smile big and hold out your hand to shake hers making sure to show off the big ass promise ring he got you that can practically be an engagement ring.

Bet he aint get yo cricket booty ass nun like that before huh bitch?

The bitch is looking at you like you took her granny cane, slapped her mama, and hexed her whole family line down to the newborns. “Uhhh…” You say as you look at your hand waiting for her to acknowledge it. After 2 more seconds you put it back in your lap not bothered by her, fixing yourself on Ony lap. The aura is still tight but his family try to loosen the vibe and start back their dice game. “Nu uh bitch you gon have to get the fuck up.” The whole backyard went dead. You look at the ho then start looking around because she couldn't possibly be talking to you. Nahhhh she was talking to someone else. She needed to be talking to someone else because this bitch was playing with water and electricity. Because you finna light her ass up, nah she wasn't talking to you impossible nahhhhh. Then she grips your arm and snatch you up, “ i dont know why yo ass looking around im talking to you get off my fucking husband”

This bitch don lost her fucking mind… NAH FUCK DAT SHE WASNT BORN WITH ONE OBVIOUSLY.“Listen here trick if yo sour pussy ass don't let go off me i know sum”

Ony soft bitch ass in the back talm bout sum “Chillout, sit yall ass down” He makin you mad the more his ass does sum. But you ain't even worried about that. You take one last sip of your drink and chuck it at that tramp. Beaucoup people jump up and others watch making noises. But nah fuck dat you finna handle this ho. You cock back and punch that bitch just throwing hits not even caring if you hit the ho or not, but you are TRUST. She start hitting back and yall end up on the ground, you ain't gon lie this bitch hitting hard so you make sure to hit harder. You just thowin the bitches hitting her in the titty and her face. Until you get pulled off and yall get broken up and Ony holding you, as one more rebellion you kick the bitch and spit on her. “ ALRIGHT CHILLOUT. STOP” Ony say as he start to carry yo ass out. You think you did too much til you hear his aunts and cousins hyping you up and tellin the rest of the fam to let that bitch stay on the ground. You don't get to hear it for long as ony throw you in the back seat and lock the car as he go back to get y'all shit.

You just sit there bc aint no point in running back and finishing that hoe you already don showed her ass a whole new world. It's over now so you just sit back and fix yourself. After a good 5 mins you finally hear Ony come back and hear him apologizing for your behavior over and over again. He gets in the car and looks at you through the rear view mirror. He sighs and starts the car and pulls off to take yall home.

It’s been a good 15 minutes of silence before you decide to speak up. “Yo punk ass had her all over you so don’t blame me.” You say looking in the mirror for his reaction. He looked up and started pulling the car over.

OKKKKK IMMA END IT HEREEEE BC IM TOO SCARED WHEN I WRITE SMUT ITS GON BE BAD BUT IMMA LET YALL IMAGINATION RUN WILD and if i get free time this week maybe a part twoo???

#onyankopon x black!reader #aot onyankopon #aot #aot fanfiction #onyankopon x black y/n #ony x black reader #aot x black reader #black plus size reader #𝐋𝐕𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

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inotaku-talkz · 5 months ago

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Can you make kang dae ho x female police officer! Reader

So the reader is Ali Abdul's cousin and he died. Since then the reader is diagnosed with alexithymia(that means that they are emotionless)

Until dae ho comes to their life and they decided to become good friends

But Dae ho started having a crush on them

And they started dating. But in the mingle game they died

A/N: SIGHHHHHHH THE WAY I IMMEDIATELY HAD IDEAS!!! I searched up where Ali Abdul was from and the wiki said he’s from Pakistan so yeah

Like Him?

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Death, Hurt/Very little Comfort

The reader’s last name is also be Abdul

So, this is what happened to your cousin.

Ali Abdul. Your cousin had been missing for three years. His poor wife came to your door crying.

She had swearing up and down that he left her and ran off but you knew better. Your dear cousin loved his wife dearly, the last thing he would do is leave her or their child.

A year after you lost your job as a policewoman due to your medication. You were diagnosed with Alexithymia. You lost touch with your emotions because you lost Ali.

The medication you take for it makes you very tired and makes your muscles very sore. So, when you called out again they told you to never come back to work.

So the last two years you buried yourself in debt to keep yourself, your cousin-in-law and your nephew from starvation.

Then when you stumbled upon a card in your cousin’s belongings.

That card led you here.

Here. In these games, playing for money where an elimination means death. You sat on your bunk, eating the slop you were served.

You look up when a voice calls out your number.

“199.”

It was player 456. The man who played these games before. Three years ago, this man survived when your cousin doesn’t.

“Yes, sir?” You addressed him politely.

“Wow, you sound just like him.” Player 456 had a sad look on his face.

“I am his cousin, sir.” You stood up to bow. “[Name] Abdul.”

You joined player 456’s group. It was nice to make acquaintances while you were in this hellhole.

“So you were a cop? That’s so cool!” You turned to the voice of Player 388.

“I was, sir.” You smiled, but he could tell that emotions never reached your face.

“Hey, what’s Pakistan like?” He scooted closer to you. It made you feel a little warmer. No one ever seemed interested about you and your country before.

You spoke with him about everything and anything. Unbeknownst to you, Dae-ho was admiring your beauty. You were unlike what he has usually seen.

One, you had a natural beauty to you that most destroyed with the use of surgeries just to be perceived as more beautiful. Two, you’re strong. Like crazy, crazy strong. In Red Light, Green Light you saved Dae-ho from being eliminated by Thanos. The purple-haired fuck had pushed Dae-ho down in hopes of eliminating him but you managed grab the back of his jacket and remain stoically still.

He admired you. He just met you and he’s already in love with you.

“Groups of five? Well, looks like we have five right here.” Player 001 addressed your small group while he puts a hand on your and Player 390’s shoulders.

“Are you sure, sirs? If you have another person in mind, I can—“ You didn’t want to make it seem like they had to accept you.

“No, you have to!” Dae-ho shouted frantically.

Dae-ho realized how desperate he was for you showed in his words, he scrambled to over explain himself.

Meanwhile, Jung-bae, Gi-hun and Young-il give each other knowing looks.

Soon, the team selection ends and your team must deliberate who plays what?

“Ms. 199. Which game do you want?” Gi-hun asks you.

“In my country, we have a similar kind of game to the stone one. It’s called Gilli Danda. But instead of stones, we used sticks.”

Ddakji - 390

Flying Stones - 199

Gonggi - 388

Spinning Top - 001

Jegi - 456

Your team was the last to go up and play. You were in between Dae-ho and Jung-bae. The race starts, it took a couple of pace before making it to the first mini game. Jung-bae takes the blue Ddakji and throws it down. It took him two tries before he managed to get the red one to flip.

Again, you all begin the ‘one, two’ and continue to the second game.

The guard hands you the stone, you take a deep breath.

You feel like a kid again. You remember the times you and your cousin, Ali would play Gilli Danda. Times when American soldiers were patrolling around your school and you both played.

“Chacha-zaad Ali, the Americans are staring again.” You would complain.

“Don’t worry, they will not hurt us.” He would remind you that the soldiers are there to patrol, not to attack.

“It’s embarrassing because I keep losing.” You pout.

Ali laughs. “Then I will show you a trick, then you will win every time.”

“Breath.”

You clear your mind and took a long, steady breath.

“Make it look like an underhand throw. Don’t underhand it.”

You tilt your wrist slightly, shifting your weight towards Dae-ho.

“Aim and fire.”

You flick your wrist and watch in a dazing haze as the stone flies and hits right on the mark.

The team cheered, and you hear Dae-ho cheer the loudest.

He cheered for you.

You found yourself internally sulking. The vast majority chose another game.

Your cousin’s wife needs you. You need to get back home.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Dae-ho wraps his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you into his chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Dae-ho. I want to go home.” You whispered.

Dae-ho took your face into his hands. He kissed you. He don’t know where this bounty of confidence came from but it’s happening.

He tilts his head to deepen it, you matched his energy. Kissing him back with the same amount of passion and force.

He pulled away. “Tomorrow, we’ll make it out. We’ll go back to society. And hopefully I can be by your side in your life.”

“I would like that a lot.” You smiled, but this time he can see the emotion clear as day.

“Two.”

Players scrambled to find just one other person. Dae-ho reaches for your hand, but gripes the air. He sees Young-il run off to a light blue room with you.

“Dae-ho, come on!” Gi-hun grabbed Dae-ho’s arm and ran off to a yellow room.

Once in the room, he looked out the peephole to make sure you were okay.

He saw you standing outside the light blue room. Just as he was about open the door and run to you, the timer went off and the door locked.

Gi-hun watched in remorse as Dae-ho banged and rattled the door.

“No!” The boy was desperate. He promised to get you home. You both talked about buying a house and filling that home with pets maybe some children one day.

Dae-ho saw how a guard corner you, gun cocked and ready to fire.

You spared Dae-ho a glance and your signature smile. You mouthed the words ‘I love you’ before the guard shot you in the chest.

The last thing on your mind was the sadistic look on Young-il’s face as he shoved you out of the room.

Your cousin died the same way.

Betrayal.

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squidwriting · 5 months ago

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#4: Guilty

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⇥ Masterlist

⇥ Taglist (hope they're all working!) @ferrari-curse, @solarisstarrsolomonsbeloved, @robertthehoover, @annasnape7, @menabuser16, @swthrtbyeol, @foulbreadpaenut, @earphonejack09, @namelesslosers, @pearl-pool, @ameagrice, @ayyylol, @honeynanamin, @ninglovr, @beebeechaos, @gracesworks, @muscrat112, @androgynous-lady

⇥ Pairing Hwang In-ho x fem!reader

⇥ Warnings Spoilers for Season 1 & 2, angst, violence, graphic descriptions of injuries & death

⇥ A/N: Almost got emotional there. 👀😂

⇥ [#3] | [#5]

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"How could you?"

Gi-hun's voice was low as you approached the small group that hat once again gathered at their usual spot after collecting their small dinner. "We lost by one vote. One vote. If you had pressed the red button, then-"

"Wow, stop right there," you cut him off, raising your hand. "First off, I don't need to tell you why. Second, if you want to give someone shit for this... give it to Jung-bae, your twice-as-righteous friend. I've had an O on my chest since the beginning. He changed his vote."

In-ho listened silently, biting back a smirk. Despite everything that had happened to you, you had not lost your confidence and quick-wittedness.

"Fine," you sighed in response to Gi-hun's glare. "I'll keep my distance."

"Don't," In-ho answered quickly, grabbing your wrist to keep you from leaving. "There's no use in arguing about our votes anyway. Let's just... focus on whatever is going to happen next. Okay?"

Dae-ho pulled Jung-bae back as well. The older man stumbled over his words, apologizing and explaining his vote, hoping to make the whole situation less awkward. You sighed and sat down, unpacking your food slowly. It was not much, but it would be enough to not have anyone go to bed hungry.

Silence settled over the five of you; a thick and suffocating silence, only interrupted by the occasional argument being thrown around the dormitory. You swallowed thickly, contemplating whether or not you should break the silence. It was risky to pry, but part of you was either curious... or just desperate to talk to your husband.

"I'm sorry you can't go to your wife now," you said quietly, taking another bite of your bread. You felt like shit saying those words - but the silence had been even worse.

"Not to worry," he answered after a short moment, a strange sense of melancholy seeping into his words. "She wouldn't know anyway."

Before you could say anything, the already well-known female voice announced the end of the day through the speakers. Gi-hun had suggested that you would all stay together from now on, even during the night, taking turns in keeping watch. All of you settled in quickly. By the times the lights went out, the dormitory was eerily silent.

Dae-ho was fast asleep.

Jung-bae and Gi-hun talked and laughed quietly about something.

In-ho was quietly staring at the ceiling.

And you were quietly staring at In-ho.

"Will watching me help you fall asleep?" He smirked, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. You were unable to suppress a small smile. "Maybe," you whispered, rolling onto your side. "Compared to everyone else around here, you always seem so calm and collected. Like a haven of peace."

He chuckled quietly, before a deep sigh escaped him. "That's what my wife used to call me, too."

"What happened," you asked, scooting a bit closer to him, "if... you don't mind me asking?"

In-ho stayed silent, his eyes finding the distant ceiling again, as he drifted deeper and deeper into his memories.

"It was... a warm, sunny day in late July. I was just finishing up some paperwork for my boss, so I could leave early. That day.... we had been married 15 years. I had planned a surprise for her. And then... I got a call from the hospital."

You swallowed thickly, settling into a more comfortable position. You knew your story obviously... but you never heard In-ho's side of it. Part of you was curious - the other part terrified.

"She got hit by a truck. Didn't even see it coming."

"I'm sorry," you whispered, biting back words of protest. Like a mantra, you reminded yourself to not interrupt or correct him. Let him talk. You know nothing.

"And... she's still in the hospital? Four months later?"

In-ho nodded slowly. "It's a severe case of retrograde amnesia. She doesn't remember anything that happened before the accident. The doctors are doing everything they can," he inhaled shakily. In the dim light, you could see tears welling up in his eyes. "But there's only so much they can do, and they're not... too optimistic anymore."

"Damn," you whispered, rolling onto your back.

"If only I had taken the day off."

In-ho's words barely reached your ears. His voice was small, too small for a man of his caliber. "What?" you looked at him, confused by his statement. He huffed lightly before speaking up again.

"I promised her on our last anniversary. I promised to take the day off. I didn't. If I had, she wouldn't have been out on the road, getting run over like that."

You took a deep breath, collecting your thoughts. Memories - long forgotten - flooded your consciousness. "My god..." you whispered, remembering the fight you and In-ho had the year before your accident. What was supposed to be an amazing anniversary for you two, ended in one of the loudest and nastiest fights you two ever had - in all those years you had known each other.

A realization hit you as more new found memories came to light slowly.

"You two had a fight on the day of the accident, didn't you...?"

A single tear escaped In-ho's eye, glistening in the soft light.

"That's why I need that money," he whispered, slowly looking over at you, "to get her the best possible treatment. When she gets her memory back - even if she doesn't want me anymore - I need to tell her-"

Another tear rolled down his cheek, and a heavy lump in his throat kept him from talking. Your heart clenched painfully. Had he carried this heaviness, this unnecessary guilt with him all these years?

Had he not told anybody?

Or had no one told him how cruel he was being to himself by beating himself up over something that was not his fault?

In a moment of unexpected boldness, you reached out and gently wiped his tears off with your fingers. It was electrifying to touch him like this again - after all these long years. The tips of your fingers tingled pleasantly, and you could not keep yourself from cupping his cheek gently.

"You shouldn't carry this weight on your shoulders," you whispered, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. "I'm sure... your wife wouldn't want that. Take it from someone who lost her memory as well," you chuckled lightly, "we don't worry about the bad things that happened before the incidents. We wonder about all the great things we have forgotten. We long to remember the happy times, the joyous things that made us who we are, and that formed our bonds and relationships."

"And you should, too. Why beat yourself up over something that was out of your control? The only thing you messed up was to not stick to your promise... which, I guess, would have been resolved with an apology, flowers, chocolates, dinner in her favorite restaurant, and great sex. In that particular order."

In-ho was unable to suppress a small chuckle at your words.

"Everything else was not your fault... was it?"

Slowly, you pulled your hand away again. You were treading on dangerous territory now, the urge to tell him everything growing with each passing minute. But who knew how he would react?

How would you deal with the situation going forward anyway? You could not live a lie forever, even if you made it through the last remaining days in this facility.

"Thank you," he whispered after a few long moments.

Once more, silence settled over the two of you - but it was not as heavy and tense as before.

"Try to sleep," he mumbled, carefully scooting a bit closer to you. "I'll keep watch."

You hummed, curling up on your side. "Jung-bae and Gi-hun already do. You should catch some sleep as well."

"It's fine," he smiled, "I'm not tired anyway."

Surprisingly, you drifted off to sleep fairly quickly. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was the familiar feeling of sleeping next to your husband that you had come to miss over the past months.

Whatever it was, when soft lips placed a gentle, loving kiss on your forehead, you were already fast asleep.

"Sleep well, my love," In-ho whispered, nuzzling against you carefully, inhaling your scent. The storm brewing within his heart and mind was still raging.

But with you so close to him, he did not hear the roaring thunders and howling winds.

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