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axetivev · 2 months ago

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— Summary: Ratio was the type of man who was too busy with work, you, his husband texted him without an answer, your solution? Go to the campus where he works! After a light batter, Ratio said something that he shouldn't say, insults making you mad at him. What should be his best way to apologize?

�� Warnings/Tags: Professor!Ratio, Fashion Designer!Reader, Married!Ratio & Reader, Domestic AU, Fluff & Smut, Slight Angst, Face sitting, Anal Sex, Ridding.

— Words: 1.7k

— A/N: i think this had more smut then fluff,, and rushed, im currently gonna be extra busy,, and it was annoying for me to see that I haven't done a request. but regardless. Thank you for 🍁 anon who requested this fic ! I hope you and many others enjoyed this as much I enjoy writing this !

— Pairing: Dr Ratio x Male!Reader

Veritas ♥️

M/N > Still on work?

Delivered 4:51 P.M

M/N > Ratio?

Delivered 4:54 P.M

There it goes, you knew your husband, Ratio had his phone in silence.

It isn’t a bad thing really, working with many high school graduates who’s answer when asked about why they go to university was always a false copy paste or just a long pause. Every night after work, he often find himself laying his head on your lap, inside of your studio filled by mannequins as he rumbling about how some students were idiots.

You’d just chuckled to his angry mumbles, the way your eyes met with his as he paused his rambles. He’d just stop. Admiring you like a piece of art, his reddish-pink eyes looking at you so lovingly—making him ended up just rolled his body to face the floor and sleep.

You were sitting inside of your studio, 10 minutes passed, soon. The clock shows 5:32 P.M. Spend by you spamming Ratio in worry; what if something bad happened to him? But you shook it off—an idea popped inside your head. Eyes lit up as you stood up from your chair, as some design of your latest commissions, but for now it doesn’t matter. Taking the keys to your car. You jumped to your destination; Campus where Ratio teaches!

The ride was nothing but normal. You even had to time to stop by a bakery to buy some treats, however. When you took one step to the campus, not even in—a lot of students were looking at you like you were a modal. You thought your popularity was rather average, but you swore 89% of the people knew you. Who wouldn’t with those eye catching beautiful designs? Their eyes were widen open, jaw dropped, even some scrambled over their bag, trying to look for something. But you simply shrugged while you gave them a smile.

You swore some kids were dropping from see you as you entered the last class Ratio was in after reading his schedule. There he was, him and two other students in their chair. Sweating as they write something on their paper like their life dependent on it, Ratio? He was sitting comfortably in his desk as his eyes were scanning those students, before his gaze met with yours.

“You haven’t read my messages, Mr. Veritas,” you smiled sweetly to your husband, your hand slowly pushed a box filled by treats you bought. “Curious, are you going home after this?”

Ratio paused for a second. He stayed silent just to stare at you, his eyes fell to your finger. That ring was perfectly places on your digit like a match made in heaven, similar to his, Ratio grunts quietly before he fixed his glasses and continue to look at his two fellow students who jumped as his gaze darkened at them. You just continue to smile, but you felt that twitch inside your guts. How dare he didn’t answer his own husband?

“Ratio… I believe after this you’ll get home soon, yes?” You repeat trying to keep your calm demeanor, Ratio himself just grunted once more. Leaving you on edge, a sigh of frustration escaped your lips. Before you pulled out an ultimatum. “How about this; work or me?”

A smug look was practically plastered on your face, both students looked at each other. They seriously thought something wholesome would happened—but really, Ratio slowly pulled his glasses, putting them to his desk next to some books, the audacity for him to not even looked up to you—“M/N, you know I’m busy currently. These two students are failing so miserably in my class,” Ratio said, his reddish-pink eye looked at your face a while small smirk formed on his lips. He added, his voice low. “work it is.”

Silence.

…This happened more then once really. But the fact two students were looking with a concern expression, you still plastered a smile. That one smile Ratio knew he was fucked, he even paused for a moment. Did he actually…? Ratio actually looked at you with somewhat concern, but you didn’t say anything but storm off from the class. Leaving Ratio who was standing up and tried to call for you, but too late.

“Did Professor…?”

“That’s… wow.”

At home, you were in your studio, yet again. Letting out frustration in the form of designs, your eyes landed on the same commission that had fell earlier. You picked it up as you examinate something people might call masterpiece, but really. It was stressful in your mind when that same client declined the idea and asked for another design. You were about to stood up, but you felt a arm around your waist. Of course, non-other then Ratio.

“M/N…” Ratio spoke quietly, his warm breath reached your ears making you shivered as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his grip tightened. “…Sorry, please.”

You froze for a second, confused—should you be annoyed or accepted his apology? But before you could form a sentence, your hand was slowly intertwine with his, while Ratio slowly pushed you to your desk, his second hand, originally on your waist moved to your chin. Gently, he pulled you to a kiss which went heated fast.

His tongue dancing with yours, sucking your breath as your intertwined fingers tightened. Only the kiss was broken by you forcing to pulled the he kiss away, but Ratio still wanted more. He let you catch some breath before he pulled you to another heated kiss. Almost desperate. Ratio muttered against your lips. “M/N, please… I’m sorry.”

Your lips parted yet again, a thin shine thread of saliva connecting your lips against his. Your lips was swollen, a tent clearly visible on your trousers. Your face was flushed. Embarrassed by a kiss making you hard.

“Alright alright…” You spoke, voice somewhat raspy, a smile formed on Ratio. He slowly pulled you to a kiss—more tender, even hesitated. “Apology accepted.”

You can’t believe you actually still fall for Ratio’s tricks to apologize. You remembered once his way of apologizing was to sit you down and handle it like a man that he was, now. His way was fucking you dumb to forget what even happened.

You and Ratio were on your shared bed, your clothes were discharged to the floor, you now found yourself sitting on Ratio’s face, how… never mind. His idea anyway, your hands were on the sheets below Ratio who eagerly licking your hole shameless as his hands were on your hip. Preventing them to be closed, you felt his tongue then slowly entered your at first, tight rim.

His tongue—Ratio’s slimy tongue inside of you, at first, he was kind enough to be gentle. But he didn’t hesitate to immediately plunged his tongue inside of you, making you jolted—throwing your head back as Ratio’s grip on your hip tightened, you swore they would marked by his tight his grip was. His tongue opened you up for a solid two minutes as your cock already sprouting precums, he slowly pulled his tongue, making you flinched over nothing but leaving your hole mixed with his saliva. Disappointment was clear in your face.

“Are you sure you could handle it?” Ratio raised and eye bro, you nod. “Its been a while since we have intimacy, don’t you think?”

A small—hesitated smile formed on your lips. “It is…”

Ratio studied your lips, your eyes, he still remembered that day where you had Ratio had sex did the first time, clearly, he remembered who took his virginity. He slowly adjusted himself, sitting up as his head rested on the headrest as for his hands moved you to his lap, your cock and his touching. A light rub, Ratio’s hand slowly lifted you up, as your asshole kissed with his tip. A low groan runs from your lips.

“Tight…” Ratio muttered to himself before he slams you to his cock, you felt him balls deep inside of you, you twitched. “You’re still as tight as I remembered.”

Embarrassed, you cleared your throat. “Veritas.”

“Yes, Mr. Veritas?” Ratio smugly replied, but before you could continue. Ratio thrust his hips upwards. You yelped—soon, moans filled the room.

Even after what felt months passed (actually, only two months) without intimacy, you still felt in so much pleasure by how good Ratio’s cook fills like, the way it filled you up, the way you’d just suck it like a candy, and the most important thing… His cock hitting your prostate repeatedly, making your eyes rolled go the back to your head. You nearly lost control over your body by how fast Ratio’s pace was—pistoling his cock into you as loud moans kept spilling from your lips, you didn’t even realized you already cum, reaching your climax.

Ratio, soon felt his limit is getting closer, he tried to pulled you away, but you stopped him by placing your hand on his chest, panting with watery eyes. “No, inside…” He groaned by your words, Ratio just go faster. Before then, you felt warmth.

Maybe for those two months, his balls develop so much sperm that some of them leaked out, you felt your body tired even barely doing much, just the first round. You knew Ratio could go all night, but, maybe. Your stamina is getting rather lower, you flopped to his chest as his hand brushed over your hair, damped by sweat. “Tired?”

“Yeah…” You replied with a raspy voice. Ratio nodded, your eyes were hazy, you closed your eyes for a moment. Just—a—moment. Then, you felt something warm surrounded by you, water.

Even in your tired state, you still able to collect some power to shifted, making yourself feel comfortable. You felt a squeezed on your hand, you slowly raised your right hand, to find Ratio’s intertwined with yours. You slowly rubbed your eyes, in front of you, of course. A faucet intact to the bathtub, roses, rubber ducks, and foam surrounding you, you look up, founding Ratio reading his book… You smiled, kissing his jaw. He looked down, a smile formed.

“Romantic…” You smugly tease, Ratio rolled his eyes. “It’s nothing.” He muttered.

You fake a pout, your hands moved to his cheek to gently pinched the skin. “Ratio…”

“What now…” “I love you.”

Ratio stared at you for a moment, that smug look on your face, for him, it was both annoying and lovely. His day wouldn’t be complete without seeing that smug expression, a sigh escaped his lips, he shook his head amusingly. Ratio puts down his book, his hand moved to your chin as he slowly pressed his lips against yours, tender and filled by love.

“I love you too, Veritas M/N.”

#axetive's works !#dr ratio #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x male reader #male reader #x male reader #bottom male reader #honkai star rail

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goldenstring6123 · 11 months ago

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Lnds: Fighting with them

Warning: ANGST NO COMFORT! Arguing, fighting & toxic responses to a fight. Self insert. Reader may or may not be the MC

Author's note: Here's my take on getting into fights with your LNDS boyfriend— realistic responses edition! some of you may not like this, be warned.

Fighting with Zayne:

He is a professional, and his method is simply de-escalation. Dealing with so many types of patients, he knows how to handle things from children fighting to burly men wanting to pack a punch. He talks out of conflict or stalls them long enough until security gets to where he is; this happens inside and outside the hospital. During this incident, though he appears cool-headed, he is also aggravated. A keen observer would notice the ghostly frown on his face and his mildly defensive stance.

With you, he's more lenient. More gentle and more understanding. Utilizing a more empathic approach to your conflict. He never raises his voice or shows an ounce of hostility. Zayne would most definitely be more comforting. He is quick to apologize by verbal words or sweet actions.

When push comes to shove and you somehow manage to get on his nerves, which happens once in a blue moon, he'll either:

Scenario 1: He'll stop talking or looking at you for hours. He'll try to calm himself down and stare off into the distance, recalling whatever got him on his nerves. He'll try to find a solution or workaround and meet you halfway. Of course, he'll demand an apology from you if he rightfully deserves it, and if not, he's more than willing to give you an apology instead.

Scenario 2: He'll ask you to leave his house to cool off both of your heads. He'll bury himself in his workload, turning off his phone. When you confront him, he won't speak first, asking if you need something from him. He won't apologize or meet you halfway with his words; in fact, he won't be gentle with them; he'll convey his feelings and messages to you more frankly to the point that it is harsh. His words are somewhat calculated, as if he had already planned what to say, but that would mean he won't let you slip a word in.

By then, the anger within you has already been extinguished. At the end of any scenario, Zayne is the last to apologize for being angry. Still, he states his anger has a reason and that he cares for you and his well-being.

Fighting with Xavier:

When you manage to annoy him, he pouts, still acting cutesy on purpose. He does this more often than anyone could imagine because, in this way, he can demand consolation in the form of baking pastries/desserts or kisses.

When things get hot between the two of you, he'll ignore you for a short amount of time, refraining from entering the same room as you because you know neither of you would give in to the argument, So it was better for you to both calm your minds down, even just for 5 minutes.

When all things go in the wrong direction, Xavier's the type to fuss, complain, and just generally become verbal. He never swears and raises his voice per se but heavily pushes the side of the argument onto you, whether you were wrong or right. Sometimes, he fails to understand your side of the conflict, and sometimes, he flat-out ignores it and acts all childish, turning a deaf ear.

He's capable of not talking to you for days, and he makes it more apparent that he's avoiding you by requesting to switch partners. And when this happens, most of the time, it's you who makes the move to apologize. But on bad topics, it doesn't end there. He still insists on his side of the fight. All while speaking and arguing, he tries to get close to you in an attempt to hold your hand, but you always push him away. You

One time, he got too close to you to make you understand, pressing you against the wall and holding your hand a bit too tightly, and out of sheer anger and fear, you resorted to brute force, slapping him across the face. This took him back to reality and, with it, took his anger as well, exchanging it for grief. Only then did he realize that he messed up in more ways than he could think.

Fighting with Rafayel:

Rafael is the hardest to deal with when angered. He's sensitive and quick to be influenced by emotions. Though people call him a "drama queen," Rafayel becomes a real pain in the neck when people get on his nerves. If he doesn't get what he wants, he'll make sure that the other party loses more than him, and he does that thanks to his network and his money. This seldom happens as He doesn't work with anyone in broad daylight. He locks himself in the studio; only Thomas usually talks to him.

At most, he gets into conflicts with cats.

It's a different thing when he makes shady transactions, though. When he's made into a fool, those people are dealt with by his hired men. Assassinations, theft, blackmail, whatever makes the other party beg on their knees.

With you, though, it's a whole other story.

Conflicts with Rafael are, unfortunately, toxic; He's easy to provoke and quick to retort. It's a gamble when you're with him. On some better days, you can get away with a conflict through an apology and dinner, or better yet, he concedes, and you can have your way.

It doesn't take a genius to know that this will escalate into a shouting match on bad days. Banters, insults, and harsh words are thrown at each other without pause, and it only stops when either of you walks out. It was a mindless conflict led by sheer anger, plus his pettiness and your annoyance. He makes himself look like the victim and points out your flaws more and how you failed to be understanding; conflicts with him end up with tears and devoid of an apology. Neither of you ever even remembered what you were fighting back.

When he has no strength to fight with you, he goes silent. He locks his home and only contacts you for a short period. He vents his anger on his paintings, to which Thomas immediately tells him to take a break and apologize to you. He doesn't, and it's not until a week later that he contacts you again.

Fighting with Sylus:

He's patient but, at the same time, impatient.

When something is amiss, or someone fails to do their task, rather than bother to be angry or inconvenienced, he'd eliminate the cause of that problem. It saves him from emotional exhaustion.

When in conflict with other people, you best place your bet on him being the aggrevator. He's more of the person to start conflicts than be on the receiving end. If there is one thing to know about him when he starts one, he finishes it, leading the other party on their knees, running away or six feet under.

Sylus is a big man who holds himself to his ego, so people tend to be weary when approaching him. Burly, prideful men are eager to fight him, and they somehow get a taste of their own medicine, praying they end up alive after this fight.

With you, however, it's a different story. Conflicts between you and Sylus are primarily caused by too much bickering and you taking his words to heart. Sometimes, he lets his tongue slip too much in amusement. A quick cold shoulder treatment and you blocking his chat is the way for him to show a gram of remorse. Despite being terrifying, he's pretty good at consoling and apologizing.

But when you start to get on his nerves, you're in a tight situation. He doesn't treat you like a partner; he treats you like some sort of business partner, spewing harsh facts with a tinge of insult. He doesn't let you slip a word in; if you manage to, he'll always have something to say again. He raises his voice slightly, asks rhetorical questions, and makes you look foolish. All the while, he looks like he still has his composure. He acts as if he's not your lover, creating a clear boundary between your relationship, and more often than you'd like to admit, this, too, got on your nerves. He never makes a move on you, neither does he curse or do anything terrible. He just sits there all arrogant, as if he always has the upper hand with your emotions.

But there was one particular fight where you're the one who's fuming red with pure, dry anger. You scream at Sylus, reprimanding and scornful, sometimes lunging a few soft items his way, which he catches, yet he never does anything. He stays in his place, but he is undeniably infuriated as well, only this time, he's silent. He lets you go off, not responding to your rhetorical questions and all the words you hurl his way, and when you are finally done speaking, he tells you to leave, grabbing you by your arm and throwing you out of his house.

He hasn't contacted you for a month, and you have been forbidden from going anywhere near the N109 zone. You thought it was the end of whatever you guys had. You sent your break-up message, and to your surprise, he's seen it yet— there was never a response.

That night, you wake up in his bed and in his grasp.

Author footnotes: I know this isn't the romantic type of lnds post but once in a while I want to make their relationships realistic, like, try to apply how people in real life would act.Layout by me, using canva premium | Do not repost | Dividers by cafekitsune MASTER LIST | Buy me a thread?

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astraeus-tree · 5 days ago

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Chapter 5

『And I Am Not Alone』

Disparities Between Our Souls

Another spider pair is transported into the city of Gotham, and you reunite with them

Disclaimers: N/A

Chapter 4 <- Chapter 5

Please read the blue A/N at the end

The HQ was full of chatter, various topics at the centre of many conversations, but there was one prominent topic—the sudden disappearance of you and Miguel. Miles and Pavitr were not exempted of this majority.

“It’s still weird though, that portal looked so strange.” Miles thought out loud.

Lyla had shown the camera footage to those you and Miguel were close with, including Miles and Pavitr. They all had noticed many peculiarities in the video. Presently, Jess had been temporarily in charge of running the HQ, with the assistance of Lyla and Peter. With her help, the HQ had been able to run as normal as it could without its usual leaders.

With the older spiders, excluding Spider-noir, busy being in charge of the HQ, the rest of the group had tasked themselves with solving the mystery of your disappearance. They had split into groups, and Miles and Pavitr had been paired up together by chance.

“We should go to Miguel’s office! Maybe there’ll be some clues there that the others missed.” Pavitr suggested. Miles had been full with doubt, it was hard to believe that the others, especially Lyla, could have missed anything, but it wouldn’t hurt to at least go check. Right?

He nodded his head and Pavitr smiled, happy to have his idea approved. The two swung through the HQ, a beeline to Miguel’s office.

The office was empty, unattended by any life but the two. No remnants of anything, portal included. Miles was about to open his mouth to admit defeat when both his and Pavitr’s spider sense had gone haywire. Their bodies froze when a familiar sound came from behind them—the sound of a portal opening. They swung around, only to be faced with a portal unlike the ones that they had seen before. That is, except for one, the one in the video that Lyla showed, the one that had caused yours and Miguel’s disappearance.

The two had quickly shot their wrists up, towards the exit of the room. From the videos, they knew what to expect, they knew it would most likely do to them what it did to you. Of course, they were right, but they were too slow to react. Too slow to swing away as they felt the force of the portal pull them towards it. The portal had closed immediately after them, leaving nothing but silence.

With the approval of your family, albeit with much hesitance, you and Miguel worked with the others to kick-start your gizmos. Now, you had more tools, with some of the smartest brains of this universe, so hopefully dealing with this uncomfortable meeting would not be in vain. Little progress had been made—in fact, so far, you and Miguel had only explained the functions and basic mechanics of the gizmos. You let Miguel do most of the talking since he had more knowledge on the watches than you, being the creator of said watches and all.

You had been watching as the others tried to come up with solutions when your spider senses had gone off. The others had noticed your change in attitude and sent a questioning look in your direction. You elected to ignore them as you looked around for any immediate danger.

Nothing. You knew better than to ignore your senses though. You hesitantly spoke up.

“Oracle, is there anything unusual going on?” Your family’s eyebrows raised at your question. They hadn’t noticed anything off, so what were you talking about?

Her end of the line was quiet except for the sound of some fast typing for a minute before she replied.

“Hmm… By unusual do you mean two more costumed figures with a spider theme going on as well?” The others perked up. More spider-themed ‘vigilantes?’ They couldn’t tell if they should be concerned or not—you and Miguel had been seemingly peaceful, if not for that ‘anomaly,’ or so you called it. They watched as you and Miguel turned to each other with wide eyes.

“…What do their costumes look like?” For what seemed like the first time, your family could hear a hint of hope in your voice.

You heard Barbara describe their costumes—one in mostly black with red accents and a spider in a circle on his chest while the other was in red and blue, wearing a dhoti and accessorised with bangles. You knew exactly who those two were.

“Miles and Pav…” You muttered under your breath. “Ba-Oracle, where are they right now?” You could see your family’s questioning looks but elected to ignore them in favour of finding the other two spiders as soon as you could.

“North side of Crime Alley.”

Shit.

You quickly put your mask back on and darted out of the cave, headed back to the city of Gotham. From the corner of your eye, you could see your husband trailing behind you. You could also hear your family’s shouts of worry and surprise, but again, you ignore them. They could ask questions later, you needed to find Miles and Pavitr before you were would inevitably find themselves in trouble.

You swung around Crime Alley. You knew they could handle themselves, they were spiders after all, but you couldn’t help but worry. You were responsible for those kids, especially when they were in their spider costumes. If something happened to them, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.

Just as you were about to dig yourself into a spiral, you heard Miguel’s voice through the wind.

“Corazón, I can see them to your right.” With his words, you calmed down. He didn’t sound worried, nor panicked. You knew he rarely ever was, but it still calmed you heart at hearing his smooth voice. You-The kids were alright. They weren’t in any immediate danger. You repeated to yourself as you swung to the direction Miguel pointed to you to.

In the distance, you could see Miles and Pavitr standing awkwardly, seemingly taking in their surroundings. Then you made eye contact with them and you could see their shoulders relax. Pavitr waved with both his hands above his head and you knew if he had his mask off, he would have a wide smile on his face.

You traverse as fast as you could and rushed to hug them both as you landed on the building they were atop of. They quickly returned it, arms hugged tightly around you while Miguel stood on the side. He was never one for touch, so the others didn’t mind.

You pulled away to make sure they didn’t harbour any injuries.

“[Name], we’re alright. Promise.” You sighed in relief at Mile’s words.

“[Name]! So this is where you and Miguel have been.” You felt yourself smile at Pavitr.

“We didn’t really have a choice. We kind of got sucked in here by a portal and now our gizmos aren’t working.” You held up your wrist to try and show them but then you realised yours was still with the Doc Ock. Instead you reached over to Miguel’s and pressed some buttons to show them nothing was working.

“Did you check if yours were working?” Miguel asked the two as you continued to show them your problem.

“We did. It didn’t work as well.” You all sagged at his words. Still no escape from here. At least, not yet.

“And the HQ?” Right, you two had been forced to leave it unattended for the past few hours. You knew it would be fine but actual confirmation from someone who was there just a few moments before would be nice.

“Everything’s fine as it can be. Spiderwoman’s temporarily taken up your spot as the leader.” You could hear Miguel sigh and you also couldn’t help but be relieved. They would be able to hold up until you got up, thankfully.

“Do you seriously have that little fate in us?” Miles cracked a joke and you couldn’t help but smile. You softly punched him on the shoulder.

“You little runt, you know that’s not what we-” You were interrupted by a cough from behind you.

You turned around, Miguel and you shielding Miles and Pavitr from the prying eyes of whoever rudely interrupted you.

Oh.

It was your family, save for Alfred. Instead, he was now replaced by a new face—or rather, an old one. Nightwing. Your younger brother.

He walked up to your little spider group, a smile on his face.

“So who are they?” He questioned, voice awfully cheerful. Fake or not, you might never know.

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Omg astraeus finally posted a chapter for dbos after months??

But in all seriousness though, I apologise for kinda ghosting you guys for like the past 4 months 😭I've been busy dealing with school, dance groups and burn out that I've been putting writing this off at the back of my mind.

The poll has decided for me to rewrite, so expect for that in the next coming weeks (hopefully). This also means the taglist will be reset. If you would like to still be in it, please comment, or message I don't mind.

Mistakes are free to point out and will be fixed immediately.

This week's title comes from Wait For Me from Hadestown. I actually haven't watched it but Wait For Me has been on my musical playlist for a while now lol

Have a great day/night everybody! <3

P.S I have a discord for batfam x reader and batfam in general, feel free to join

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caseyscraftycorner · 2 months ago

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Blue Prince is very good -- if what you want is a fairly intense puzzle game with roguelite elements. and i mean, like, the puzzles are fundementally tied to the roguelite experience. one of the puzzles took me 5 entire runs, and i dont mean that i got the solution on run 5. i mean that the knowledge i gained over the course of all five of those runs eventually solved the thing.

if you approach this game like its just a roguelite, you will have a bad time and it will suck. if you approach it like it is just a puzzle game, you will also have a bad time and it will suck. you have to play this game as a really intense puzzle game and a roguelite at the same time. and if that's not an experience you're after, i would suggest not playing Blue Prince.

its also a game where a lot of your progress is going to be learning how it works. Theres a ton of negative reviews that say its too RNG-heavy, and while i think the folks saying that are being earnest, i also think that they don't understand some key parts of the gameplay. and that's okay -- this is a game where they don't tell you how everything works (far from it) and you have to figure it out on your own. and if thats not an experience you want, then again, i would not suggest that you play Blue Prince. You can manipulate the RNG in this game a lot, and there's even multiple ways to bring stuff between runs. but you have to figure out how to it, and the game will not just tell you how.

and like, yeah, theres a bit of RNG that you have to play around -- it is a roguelite after all, sometimes a run is just cursed -- but not only can the vast majority of the RNG be worked around and manipulated, you are also nearly guaranteed to find some new piece of information for some puzzle or another even if your run ends early and feels cursed by rng.

im about 15 hours into it, and im having an absolute blast. i'm not done yet (and i expect i wont be for a while) but so far, this is genuinely one of the best games i have ever played.

edit: christ y'all, i typed this up in 15 minutes after playing the game for 15 hours back in april. please stop replying to this with 12-paragraph-long replies calling me a liar and telling me this game i liked is actually objectively dogshit. i know it has flaws! i have picked apart this game a lot with people i know irl! but i don't know you, and this isn't a good forum for the discussion, and you're being an asshole. i'm just gonna block you.

#casey rambles #gaming #blue prince

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on-a-lucky-tide · 5 months ago

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can i request some price/ghost fluff if you have the time? (and if simon is capable of relaxing enough for that) tr53for532tr sorry my kitty stepped on the keyboard. he says hi

Your wish is my command, sir.

Price and Ghost do a late night Asda run.

cw: humour, kisses.

Price slumped back in his office chair and blinked slowly at the ceiling. A dull ache had settled in his shoulders and behind his eyes from too many hours spent slumped at this bloody desk. He slapped a hand onto his phone and flipped it over enough to glance at the time. 10.30pm.

He should hit the sack, but his brain was still chugging like a runaway diesel engine, too overcooked to do anymore work but too active to sleep. That left sex or exercise to burn it out.

Price opened WhatsApp and tapped Simon's picture, thumb drifting between y for 'you up?' and g for 'gym?' His stomach offered a solution when it gave a mutinous growl, and instead he typed, 'The Asda?'

The message had barely whooped before Simon's typing... flicked up at the bottom. '5 mins' was the response. Price grabbed his jacket and car keys before heading out to the car park. By the time Simon flopped into the passenger seat, baseball cap pulled low, hood up and cloth mask in place, the Landie had managed to choke out some heat.

"Finished?" Simon asked.

"Not even close," Price responded morosely.

"Me either. S'gonna be an all nighter."

They were both up late finishing reports. Garrick was on leave in London and MacTavish had hit the town with some of the other squaddies. There was a time in his life when Price might have joined them, but the thought of getting rat-arsed with a bunch of lads in their mid-twenties filled him with an kind of exhausted dread. He'd drink them under the table, but his hangover would last three days while they would hop out of bed like spring chickens the next morning.

Simon fiddled with the radio until he found a channel belting out some generic classic rock and slumped back in the seat, eyes closed. Price let him doze as he picked up the A road that would carry them out to the twenty-four hour supermarket on the outskirts of town. He only jerked awake again when they parked up, handbrake ratcheting up with an audible grind.

They skipped the trolley and grabbed a basket each as they walked through the foyer. The security guard eyed them from behind his podium, offering a Price a nod when he made eye contact. They'd done this little night time trip so often that they let Simon's masked, hooded face slide. Price touched the inside of Simon's elbow, a brief reassurance that he was nearby, and they both stood on the inside of the gates, staring at the leftover meal deal sandwiches.

Price wasn't sure when the supermarket run had become a staple of their odd arrangement. He reckoned it came from the shared experience of hiding out in the local Morrie's as a teenager. When it was cold outside but going home wasn't an option, a young man in trackies could waste many an hour mooching around the aisles of a supermarket, inspecting shit he never intended to buy, just... browsing to while away the time and put off facing the clusterfuck that awaited back at his gaff.

They were putting off their reports and finding that old comfort now, drifting in between the refrigerators and stacked shelves to prod at packets and inspect price tags. Simon made a beeline for the rotisserie chickens, grabbing himself one of the last from the shelf before wandering off towards the bakery. Price pondered for a bit, plucking a bag of Doritos from the end of an aisle, and paused near the drinks to inspect the expensive cordials.

After about fifteen minutes of aimless wandering, Price headed for the books. There was a new Lee Child he'd had his eye on, and the blurbs on the back of romance novels amused him. It was just as he had picked up a saucy looking number to chuckle at that a looming figure appeared at his shoulder.

"Filfy slag," the shadow said.

Price felt his ears redden despite his huff. "Jus' checkin' out what the girls are inta these days."

"Bullshit," Simon grunted. "Gonna tell Johnny."

"No you fockin' ain't, or Johnny finds out about Minsk."

Simon's eyes narrowed suddenly and Price's eyebrows perked up in challenge. The stand off lasted only about ten seconds before Simon drifted away, leaving Price to place the book back on the shelf in favour of the novel he'd actually been looking for. Barely twenty seconds later, a nerf gun bullet clocked him in the side of the head.

"Oi, ya muppet." Price glowered to his left hand slapping against his stinging ear, and saw Simon smirking back... well, his bloody eyes were smirking anyway, the remains of the nerf gun's box on the shelf. "Ya gotta buy it now."

"S'fine, I'll find a use for it." Simon dumped the nerf gun in his basket and they headed into the "home' aisle. Price stopped by the candles, overlooking the cheaper options that smelled of the kind of chemicals Kortac used to poison them in favour of a brand called Chesapeake Bay. The last one he'd bought had worked wonders. Simon grunted at his side. "Wossis for?"

"You stink up my room when you kip in it, sweaty bollocks."

"Charmin'."

"You asked," Price murmured, picking one off the shelf called 'Peace and Tranquility'. Truth was they helped Simon sleep without him even realising, and they were one of the few brands that didn't trigger one of Price's migraines.

"What about this one? 'Love and passion'." Simon uncapped the orange candle to give it a whiff through his mask, and then thrust it under Price's nose.

Price sniffed and then shook his head. "'m I not passionate enough for you?"

"Hm, for twenty quid, yeah, fink you are."

Price thumped him on the shoulder and chucked 'Peace and Tranquility' into his basket. They weaved through a few more aisles, bypassing the laundry detergent and toilet roll, and ended up near the drinks again. Simon stopped by the protein powder and Price glanced at the shot of coke-flavoured pre-workout he plucked from the shelf. "That shit'll rot your guts," Price said as he grabbed a handful of gel sachets.

"Save it, old man. S'fer Johnny." Simon dropped a handful in the basket on top of his white chocolate chip cookies, rotisserie chicken, raspberry Relentless, nerf gun and king-sized bar of Dairy Milk. There were some new cotton pants in there as well, Price noted. Simon saw him looking. "You keep stealin' my shit."

"I ain't stole your bloody pants, Simon."

Simon lifted an eyebrow and before Price could stop him, he grabbed Price's belt and yanked the waistband of his jeans far enough away from his lower belly to reveal that he was, in fact, wearing a pair of Simon's boxers. "You were sayin'..."

"Shouldn't leave them on my floor then," Price grumbled, smacking Simon's hand away just as a bright lime green fleeced employee rolled down the aisle with a stacked cage of coca cola boxes. "C'mon, you done? We need to be headin' back."

"Yeah. I'm done."

Simon still grabbed a bag of blue Doritos from the end of the aisle as they walked past, and Price grabbed some pre-packed Deli ham for when he had a hankering for some protein. He had a snowball's chance in hell of getting a single bite of the rotisserie chicken in Simon's basket.

They rang up on the same till and Price tapped his card, ignoring the way that Simon twitched from foot to foot until he saw him digging at the cuticle on his thumb with his forefinger. "Stop," Price said softly, touch lingering just long enough on Simon's wrist to still his hand. "S'nothin. Bit of choccy and bloody chicken."

Simon grunted and Price watched those dark eyes waver over the basket. "Thanks," he said, finally.

"Welcome. Not quite a Michelin star meal, but maybe next time."

"Dunno. The cookies are pretty decent."

Price grinned, only to blink rapidly when Simon's fingers smoothed through his beard to squeeze his cheeks. Feeling his smile. Price let himself have a moment of tenderness, tilting his face into Simon's palm for the lightest of kisses before he grabbed their bags and headed for the door.

He left Simon to slump into the passenger seat while he went to pay off the parking. They'd overstayed their half an hour courtesy parking by fannying around for too long, avoiding work. When he climbed into the front seat, Simon had cracked open the cookies and had pulled down his mask to eat one, content that his face was disguised by the dark. He tilted the pack towards Price without looking away from the windscreen, and Price slid one out. "Fuck me, Simon Riley sharing food..."

"When the reports are done," Simon said dryly, wiping the crumbs from his lips. They both stared into the dark car park, the only noise was the rustle of plastic and the crunch of biscuit. Price finished his and opened his mouth to say something only to have it covered by Simon's. The kiss took him by surprise, the taste of sweet chocolate carried on Simon's tongue, tinging the crowns of his teeth, one big hand curling behind Price's head to keep him there as Simon took what he wanted; a deep, possessive kiss that made Price feel hot and tight under his clothes. When Simon drew away, he peppered a few more light kisses against Price's damp lips.

"What was that for?" Price asked, voice croaking and breathless.

"I don't need a reason," Simon replied. "Yer mine, ain't ya? So I get to kiss ya. And you get to buy me chicken."

Price was glad the dark hid the flush in his face. "Yeah, guess so."

Simon grunted. "L'ess go 'ome. Sooner we get those fockin' reports written, sooner I can shag ya brains out."

Price chuckled as he coaxed the Landie to life. Suddenly, he had all the motivation in the world to get those damn things finished.

#captain john price #simon ghost riley #ghostprice #two lads dossin around in the Asda

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mianexil · 1 year ago

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◇ Your first meeting ◇

(pt.1)

◇ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ◇ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ◇

💫 [ Ah, that most exciting meeting with a young man, before which you did not yet know that this boy would take that very place in your heart ]

◇ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ◇ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ ◇

ㅡ Umemiya, Suo, Nirei

Umemiya

Your family's flower shop

During the holidays, your parents sent you to your grandmother in Makochi, who had a small but pretty flower shop. Spending a few weeks surrounded by flowers and calmness, away from the hectic and noisy city, seemed like a very good solution.

Today, your grandmother left for a meeting of shopkeepers from this street, so you stayed to replace her in the store.

The sound of the doorbell distracted you from the not too thoughtful scrolling social media feed on your phone.

ㅡ Wel..come

A tall white-haired young man in a funny T-shirt appeared before your eyes. He seemed big, but you instantly felt his comfort aura as soon as your eyes met.

His loud voice brought you out of a momentary trance while you were looking at him.

ㅡ Good morning! How are you feeling?

The guy beamed with a smile.

ㅡ Oh? Not bad, thanks. Are you looking for something?

ㅡ Yeah, I want to buy "Bull's Heart" tomato seeds.

You got up from behind the counter and started search shelves for the right seeds. You definitely remembered that you saw a package with such an unusual name the other day. After finding the right seeds on the farthest shelf, you returned to the counter.

ㅡ I didn't think gardening was popular among students.

ㅡ Oh? But it's a wonderful activity! I have recently ripened a sweet pepper, it cannot be described in words!

You stood and listened attentively as the young man in front of you enthusiastically talks about his gardening exploits.

Something about him got you hooked. He didn't look like the sullen boys from your town at all.

ㅡ I've been wanting to grow cherry tomatoes for a long time. I think I should also look for seeds today.

ㅡ Are you serious?

Umemia's eyes sparkled.

He told you that if you want to grow something for the first time, it's better to start not with seeds but with sprouts. And he just has a few on the roof of the school where he grows his vegetables.

He kindly invited you to come and choose one of them if you want.

And how could you refuse when those blue, almost puppy dog eyes were looking at you.

But, girl, don't think he's just giving away his precious plants to just anyone.

He was definitely interested in you at first sight conversation about tomatoes.

Suo

The tea house (Of course, it's a tea house, how could it be anything else?)

You stood and chose between Bi Lo Chun and Tie Guan Yin. It is a rather difficult choice. Both varieties reveal a floral-fruity taste and a sweet aftertaste. And of course, carried away by your reasoning over the choice, you did not notice how an elegant stranger has been watching you from another corner for 5 minutes.

Suo immediately noticed your good taste. It was not often that he managed to meet the same tea connoisseur of his age in Makochi.

When you were already starting to get nervous from the fact that you couldn't make a choice, a young man in a silk tangzhuang silently glided towards you.

ㅡ Bi Lo Chun harvest this year was particularly successful, and its fragrance is felt more deeply.

You turned at the melodious voice and saw in front of you a mysterious high school student with an eye patch and unusual earrings.

There was something fascinating about him..

The corners of Suo's lips lifted in a friendly smile, while you were slightly confused.

ㅡ Oh? Well, thank you..

ㅡ Can I ask, are you also interested in different types of tea?

Nirei

Anime Store

You were standing at the shelf and looking for a Funko POP with your favorite character from a childish but incredibly cute anime.

Having found the right one, you decided to go to the manga section. You were attracted by the bright cover of one of the manga, and you picked it up.

Then you felt someone's eyes on you. It didn't seem to you. Theree was an excited young man in a bright shirt and round glasses standing to your right. He looked like if he had a tail, he would be actively wagging it.

Damn, he really looked like a cute puppy with that expression and the sparkle in his eyes.

ㅡ Excuse me?

ㅡ Oh! I'm sorry for staring, I didn't mean to scare you, it's just... Do you like this manga too? I have not yet met the same fans of this work, but it is really interesting. And the characters here are very unusual and so well written!

You watched in surprise as Nirei quickly took his notebook out of his pocket and began enthusiastically talking about the small details of the main characters from the cover of the manga that you were holding in your hands.

Such information can usually be found only in special publications or artbooks. God, this guy seems obsessed with this case. Is he really okay?

And yet, despite this oddity, he looked so cute and enthusiastic, telling you about everything that you silently listened to, looking at his freckles.

ㅡ So, who is your favorite character?

ㅡ Oh, uh..I'm not a fan of this manga, actually..

The expression on the boy's face changed so quickly to confused and a little sad that it made your heart ache.

He blushed slightly from embarrassment.

ㅡ Oh..sor-

ㅡ But I'll read it, you've interested me with your words.

It's strange, but when this sunshine smiled again, for some reason, it felt better for you.

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💫 [ Okay, I've already accelerated now ]

#windbreaker x reader #umemiya hajime x reader #hayato suo x reader #nirei akihiko x reader #wind breaker x reader #windbreaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker headcanons #windbreaker #hajime umemiya x reader #suo hayato x reader #akihiko nirei x reader #headcanon #windbreaker headcanons #wind breaker #hayato suo #hajime umemiya #nirei akihiko

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ludolka · 2 days ago

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Regarding my hearing issues (vent bc I’m upset)

I went to the doctor and it was such an awful, demoralizing and invalidating experience. The 5 minute hearing test showed there wasn’t a problem. But that isn’t the issue, I hear things, I just can’t understand what people are saying half the time. I hear talking, but it’s all gibberish at times

So they told me I must not drink enough water and I don’t pay attention well enough. I’m ditzy and I have a soul of an artist (it’s a Hungarian idiom, idk how to properly translate it) and those type of people tend to pay less attention. It’s a concentration issue

And just,, I feel like a teen again, with all my problems disregarded and being seen as a kid who just misbehaves for the sake of it. It was infantilizing and I was blamed for not trying hard enough when I try so fucking hard to pay attention to everyone talking. I try my fucking hardest and I get told over and over and over again that it isn’t enough

And the most ironic part of it was that I was late to my appointment bc I fucking misheard the time. They repeated the time and I kept mishearing it. I was convinced my appointment was at 9:30, but it turns out it was at 7:30

The worst part is that I don’t know why I can’t hear well enough. It isn’t going away and there isn’t a solution to this. I just have to continue living with this issue and blaming myself for it I guess

Fucking ditzy, fuck off

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mythicalmaven · 11 months ago

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Beyond Boundaries - Oscar Piastri (PART SEVEN)

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Time for chapter 7! The chapter I am sure that a lot of you have waited for! Hehe! I also added a few social media elements into the chapter, which I think turned out nice! But, don't worry, it's still mostly just words <3 and I'm honestly OBSESSED with this chapter! Can’t wait for chapter 8!

↳pairing: oscar piastri x female!norris!reader ↳word count: 5K ↳chapters in this series: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, ↳chapter warnings: friends to lovers, brothers teammate trope, bestfriend!reader, fluff, smut, NSFW, 18+ content (mdni!), fingering, handjob, praising, explicit sexual content!, sex, p in v, first time together

↳series summary: Since Oscar joined McLaren as your brother’s teammate, you two have quickly become best friends. Recently promoted to be Oscar’s physiotherapist, you both relish the opportunity to spend more time together. However, as the new role brings you closer, you both realize you might be feeling more a little more for each other than just friendship

The sun peeked through the curtains of Oscar's bedroom when you felt yourself slowly waking up, slowly opening your eyes, you realized you were still laying in Oscar's bed, without Oscar tho. He must have gotten out of bed earlier.

You reached for your phone on the nightstand next to the bed. Immediately noticing two text notifications, one from Lando and one from Oscar.

You clicked on Oscar's text and smiled as you read it. He texted you good morning, as well as saying he was downstairs to grab the both of you some coffee. It was cute, the effort he was putting into everything.

After you replied to Oscar that you just woke up, thanked him for the coffee and told him that you'd see him in a bit, you opened your text notification from your brother, immediately knowing something was up, so you start typing back to him

After your last text, you immediately opened Instagram, typing the designated username in your search bar. Once you've reached their profile, you click on the post to check the pictures from up close.

You honestly had no idea what to do now. The PR team was gonna be very very busy to fix this whole ordeal, because you either had to come up with some very devious lie to convince people that you were not the girl in question or you had to convince people that the boy in question wasn't Oscar. And to be fair, neither of them seemed like a an achievable solution.

You kept staring at the comments, reading them all. Some even more shocking than the other. Let's just say that this was not the way you expected to wake up after a night of sleeping in Oscar's childhood home.

Talking about Oscar, he just walked back into his room, confronted with your blown pupils and beet red face.

"Are you okay?" Oscar asked placing the two cups of coffee on his nightstand, before carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, looking towards you "You're bright red, are you feeling sick?" he asked, worry lacing his tone.

You shook your head and handed Oscar your phone, showing his the post you've been staring at for the past 5 minutes.

f1gossip

liked by username1, username2 and others

f1gossip Oscar Piastri spotted making out with a mystery girl right outside a nightclub in Melbourne last Sunday👀 The girl has not been identified yet, but according to a few sources, the mystery girl might be none other than Y/n Norris (featured in the last picture), considering she was seen leaving the same nightclub as Oscar and her outfit potentially matches the one from the mystery girl👀

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username1 EXCUSE ME

f1.content.2024 Holy fuck man, we knew that Oscar was a hot lad, but him making out looks even hotter🫠

user8290 no one can convince me that this isn't y/n😱 ↳ oscarpiastrifan81 I KNOW RIGHT ↳ username2 i don't know about you, but i kinda ship it

f1addict231 i can guarantee you, that is not Y/n Norris😂 ↳ user437 hahaha are you blind? ↳ norrisgirlie290 girl, even a blind person could recognize y/n in this

username3 Oscar dating Lando's little sister, y'all are delusional🤨

user41 no clue who she is, but i'm her now😍 ↳ username9183 for real tho, when I saw this i was like: GIRL, HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM

piastrisgirl21 I highly doubt that's her 👀🤔

"Oh fuck" he muttered, feeling a little embarrassed by the fact that the press had caught them. They would have been fine if it they limited their kissing to just inside the hotel room, since there was pretty much no media there, but both of them apparently were too drunk to realize that kissing outside of the club was everything but smart.

Oscar must admit tho, that aside from the shame he was feeling of getting caught, seeing the pictures of them also making butterflies rise in his stomach. An immediate blush creeping onto his face.

"What should we do?" you asked, sounding a little nervous.

Oscar didn't really know either, not sure at least "Well, I think we should at least call my PR manager, because I honestly have no idea what else is smart"

"What do we say to her tho?" you wondered, not really knowing how to come up with a solution that would work.

"Well, we've gotta decide if we wanna lie to her and just say that it was me with another girl" he suggested, pursing his lip a little nervous "Or we tell her the truth, and just tell her that it indeed was us. But that we were wasted and did something stupid"

Before you had the time to process your emotions and react to it, Oscar felt his phone ring. He reached inside his pocket and took out his phone "Speaking of the devil.." he began, nervously looking at his phone "What do I tell her?" he stammered, wanting to be sure that you agree with what he was going to say.

"It's okay, Osc. I'm fine with both" you replied, before quickly getting up from the bed "While you answer that phone call, I'll go to the bathroom real quick" you said, before walking towards his bathroom.

Once you were out of sight, Oscar pressed the button to accept the call, lifting the phone to his ear "Hello" he softly spoke.

"OSCAR PIASTRI, for fucks sake. Care to explain?" he heard her ask on the phone. She was agitated, that was clear and totally understandable "And don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about, because it's all over social media. And with Y/n?"

Oscar sighed, knowing that they have been stupid. Still contemplating on what he should tell her. If he should be honest or if he should come up with a lie. He continued to listen to his pr manager rambling about the fact that she expected these things from Lando, but not from him. And that they were already busy enough with Lando's way of presenting himself in public sometimes, that she didn't feel like having the same issue with Oscar too.

Oscar took a deep breath, before looking down at his lap "It's all just a big misunderstanding. The girl in the pictures with me is not Y/n. They were just coincidentally wearing similar clothing" he lied, his face feeling warm, because he absolutely hated lying "I was drunk and made a mistake, I admit that in all honesty. But the girl in the picture is not Y/n.."

"You honestly expect me to believe that? Everyone that knows Y/n, can recognize her. The tattoo on the back of her arm is showing in one of the pictures, Oscar..." she said, immediately seeing right through his lie "Any random girl would be totally fine, that would have gave me a lot less work, but Y/n of all people. This could cause a big dent in both of your public images, because this is highly unprofessional. Kissing your co-worker while you're wasted. And let's not even get started on the fact that it is your teammates younger sister"

"I'm sorry" he muttered, feeling incredibly embarrassed by the whole ordeal "We were both wasted and I don't know what came over us, okay? It was stupid, we made a mistake, but it's a little too late for that now"

"You don't have to say sorry to me, you're doing this to yourself. Please just make sure this doesn't happen again, okay? " she explained, slowly starting to calm down and starting to be a little bit more compassionate "I know that you can't choose who you're attracted to and that being drunk can make you do senseless things, but please remember that you guys both have a public image that you need to keep up. You both can't afford to damage that, just because you two can't keep your tongues out of each others throats in public"

"No worries, it won't happen again. We were wasted, it was just a one time thing" he replied, defeat lacing his tone "What should we do about these articles?" he asked her, wondering if she had an idea.

"Well, regarding the press, for now nothing. The less attention we give it, the less suspicious it seems. The media will find a way to throw you under the bus anyway" she said, pausing for a deep breath "But regarding McLaren, you both better come up with a very good explanation. Because Zak is gonna kill you both, when he finds out"

"I don't even want to think about that" he whined.

"Well me neither" she said, a small laugh leaving her lips "Now, thanks for the clear up. Take some time to let this all sink in and I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

Oscar sighed and agreed with her, apologizing again for the stupid mistake, before ending the phone call.

He threw himself down on his bed, opening his messages to text Logan, but quickly saw that he already had a text from him. Since you were gone to the toilet anyway, he felt like he had a little time to text with him.

Oscar put his phone down next to him when he saw you walking in, shooting him a small reassuring smile.

"How did it go?" you asked as you walked back into his bedroom, jumping onto his bed again, seating yourself down next to him, your back resting against the headboard.

He shifted his gaze towards you "Well, that could have gone worse" he said, quickly explaining to you what they discussed.

"Yeah, still mad at myself for letting this happen" you said, disappointment lacing your tone, trying to avoid eye contact "It shouldn't have happened"

Oscar felt a pang in his heart "Do you mean that you regret that we've kissed, or?" he asked uncertainly, afraid of your answer.

You shook your head "No, you idiot" you shot at him, immediate relief entering Oscars body "You know, that call you just had proved yet again that it's just smarter that we stay friends and don't date, it just makes things too complicated. It shouldn't have happened, but it did, nothing we can change about that" you explained to him, honesty in your voice "But the fact that it shouldn't have happened, doesn't mean that I don't feel what I feel"

"So, no I'm not regretting it at all, none of the things we did that night" you said softly, glancing back up at Oscar. "And to be truthful, I don't think I've ever had an orgasm that intense before," you admitted quietly.

Oscar felt a rush of heat, arousal stirring instantly, feeling himself getting hard already. It was almost embarrassing how easily you could affect him. Just a few words from you, and he was a mess, like a teenager all over again. He couldn't help it.

A small smirk crept onto his face, proud of himself for making you feel that way. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I love making you feel good," he admitted, unintentionally using the present tense. He hoped you wouldn't notice. It was true; if he had the chance to make you feel good again, he would in a heartbeat.

He looked down at his lap, nerves returning. "I feel the same way, by the way. Your mouth felt incredible. It's by far the best I've ever had," he confessed, feeling a bit vulnerable about being so candid. "I came so quickly, it was embarrassing. I felt like a teenager again, struggling not to blow my load within a minute."

You chuckled lightly, honestly feeling a little honored about it, turning your head to look at him. "I think it's cute, I see it as a compliment" your voice a soft whisper, trying to avoid looking at his lips. You really wanted to kiss him, but you knew you shouldn't. Those last few words being ignore a hand full of times already.

"I was actually a bit insecure beforehand. I really wanted to make you feel good but was so afraid I wouldn't be any good at it, you know?"

"You? Not good at it? It was amazing," he reassured you.

The whole conversation stirred feelings in Oscar that he had tried so hard to suppress, but it was no use. Seated with his back against the wall, he glanced down at his lap. He was fully hard now, the outline of his erection clearly visible in his shorts. Oscar quickly moved his hands over his lap, trying to cover his arousal, hoping to make it seem like he was just more comfortable that way. The pressure of his hands only enough made his dick twitch involuntarily.

You noticed the flush on his face getting more evident. You glanced down at his hands, obviously trying to hide his predicament.

"You're hard, aren't you?" you asked, gently biting your lip. Your sense of reasoning began to fade again, and you were on the verge of ignoring the words: 'we shouldn't.'

"Yeah, I'm so sorry" Oscar apologized, letting out a sigh. "It's just that talking about it, made the memories resurface again"

You scooted a bit closer to him, slowly moving your hand towards his, which were still trying to cover up his arousal. Your fingers carefully slipped under his hand, giving his hard-on a firm but gentle squeeze. "Don't hide it," you whispered.

Oscar let out a soft moan, the mere feeling of your hand on him enough to drive him wild. He moved one hand to grab onto the mattress. He hesitated, everything in him wanting this. But a voice in the back of his mind reminded him of your words, the hand that was still covering yours gently squeezed your hand, before moving it upwards, his fingers carefully wrapping around your wrist, trying to pull your hand away from his member.

"Y/n, we shouldn't," he said, much against his own desires, wanting to respect the boundary you had set. One that he knew you were probably only ignoring in the heat of the moment.

"Shouldn't we, or don't you want to?" you asked, using your other hand to remove his fingers from your wrist one by one, before placing it onto his abdomen, your hand slowly making its way back down where he needed it most, palming him through his shorts. He moaned at the feeling, squeezing the bedsheets tighter with his free hand. "I know you want to, Osc."

"I don't want you to regret this, baby," he whispered, putting his own needs aside, focusing on your feelings instead.

You turned onto your side a little, moving your lips close to his neck, before pressing a soft kiss against his skin. A small smirk formed on your face when you saw the little goosebumps appear on his neck, a soft whimper escaping his lips when you palmed him with a bit more pressure.

"I would never regret pleasing you, Osc," you said, your lips now next to his ear. "How could I regret being intimate with you? Look at you, you're so hot. And the sounds you make when I please you... God, you make the hottest sounds. It makes me so wet, Osc."

"F-fuck..." Oscar let out a loud moan, clasping his hand over his mouth to prevent the others in the house from hearing him. He felt his dick twitch inside his shorts, involuntarily bucking his hips against your hand. Your words alone almost made him cum right then and there.

"Just have a little fun with me, Osc. No strings attached, okay?" you suggested, your lips traveling back down to his neck, peppering it with seductive kisses.

You had found his weak spot, the thing that made Oscar lose his mind. The thing that made his self-control crumble to pieces. He caved, giving in to his strongest desires.

Without a word, he shifted his position, now sitting on his knees in front of you. His hands slid to the back of your thighs, gripping them firmly as he pulled you further down the bed, until your were laying down completely. You lay back, your heart racing, anticipation building as he climbed on top of you. Oscar pinned you down, his big hand wrapping around both of your wrists, securing them above your head, while he used his other hand to cup your cheek.

"Please don't stop. It's so hot when you talk to me like that," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, leaving you flustered and desperate for more. Your arousal was evident, and Oscar noticed, feeling a surge of confidence and satisfaction. The sight of you beneath him, eager and responsive, made him feel all kinds of things—powerful, needed, and deeply connected to you in this intense moment

You looked up at him, locking eyes with his. His pupils were dilated, his desire unmistakable. The intensity of the moment made you let out a soft moan as you maintained eye contact. Oscar’s lips descended to your neck, pressing against it and sending shivers down your spine.

Deciding to heed his earlier words, you began to recount the details of the night you spent together last Sunday, confident it would only fuel his desire further. As Oscar's lips found that sweet spot on your neck, you moaned, "F-Fuck, Oscar, just like that," your voice low and sensual as your hands struggled against his grip on your wrists. "It feels so good, just like Sunday night."

"You feel incredible against me, Osc," you murmured, referring to the way his arousal pressed against you as he hovered above. Both of you still fully clothed.

Oscar groaned, his hips moving slowly against yours in a rhythmic grind, seeking more from you. He slid his hand beneath your shirt, cupping your bra-covered breast. You responded with a moan, "Yes, Osc, just like that."

Oscar's moans mingled with kisses on your neck, his breath faltering at your words. He paused, then said "Fuck, baby, you're so hot"

You let out a shaky breath, fueled with arousal "You made me feel so amazing, Osc. Your lips on my neck, your fingers filling me up—you're so hot. It felt incredible."

He moaned louder, his hand moving away from your breast to the back of your neck and into your hair, tugging slightly. "You know what I loved even more, Osc?" you asked seductively.

"Tell me, baby," he almost growled, his breath ragged, his arousal throbbing with need. His teeth grazed your neck, eliciting another moan from you.

"I loved sucking you off, Osc. You're so big, you made me feel so full" you chanted as the arousal started to pool between your legs more and more, the way he was responding to your words fueling you with desire "I loved to way you pulled on my hair when I sucked you off, baby. It made me so wet" you spoke, the nickname escaping your lips, fully intentional. Knowing that it would make him go insane.

Oscar let the moans escape his lips without holding back, feeling himself getting even more turned on than he already was. The way you talked to him made him lose control and you knew it. It was exactly what you wanted "The sounds you made when I had my lips wrapped around you, god. It was so hot. The way you moaned out my name when you came, god, it made me come untouched" you said, knowing that he was about the snap any moment.

Oscar couldn't hold back any longer and crashed his lips against yours, capturing you in a passionate and lustful kiss. His lips moved in perfect harmony with yours, his tongue licking your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you gladly granted. The kiss deepened, growing hotter and more intense. Your tongues intertwined, exploring each other with fervent desire.

Oscar released your wrists, and your hands immediately traveled to his neck, one of them diving into his hair and pulling gently. He moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you and making your desire spike. His hands roamed your body, fingers trailing over your curves, squeezing your waist, and sliding up your sides. His touch was everywhere, igniting your skin with every caress.

You broke the kiss for a moment to catch your breath, both of you panting heavily. "Can I take this off?" Oscar asked, his voice husky as he tugged at the hem of your shirt. You nodded, and he quickly pulled it over your head, tossing it aside. Not wasting any time, you tugged his shirt off as well, your hands exploring the newly exposed skin of his chest and shoulders.

Oscar's hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, and with a questioning glance, he asked for permission. You nodded again, breathless with anticipation. He slid your shorts down, and then removed his own, leaving both of you in your underwear.

Hovering over you once more, Oscar ground his hips against yours, the friction sending waves of pleasure through both of you. He lifted his hips a little, to allow him to slip his hand between your legs, fingers teasing you through the fabric of your panties. You moaned, your back arching in response to his touch.

"Oscar, please," you whispered, your voice filled with need.

"Anything for you," he murmured back, his lips finding yours again in another searing kiss. His fingers slid beneath your panties, and you gasped at the intimate contact, the heat between you both growing unbearable "Fuck, you're so wet for me already"

"Yes, Osc, all for you," you panted, the tension between your legs quickly building as Oscar worked your clit in perfect circles. "Your fingers feel like magic, Osc."

"Yeah?" he asked breathlessly, his voice thick with desire. "You like that, baby? You like my hands on you?"

"God, yes," you moaned, your hips bucking against his hand. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Oscar's lips brushed against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. "I won't, baby. I love making you feel good."

As his fingers continued their expert movements, your hand slid down to palm him through his boxers. Oscar groaned, his hips pushing into your hand. "Fuck, that feels amazing," he whispered, his voice strained with pleasure.

"Just like that, Osc," you encouraged, your voice a mixture of moans and gasps. "Keep touching me, don't stop."

His fingers sped up, the pressure and rhythm driving you closer to the edge. "You're so wet for me," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck. "So perfect. I want to feel you come on my fingers."

"Fuck, Osc," you cried out, your body trembling as the tension inside you coiled tighter. "I'm so close, please."

"I've got you, baby," he assured, his voice soothing yet filled with lust. "Come for me. Let go, just for me."

With a few more skillful strokes, your climax hit hard, waves of pleasure crashing through you. "God.. Oscar!" you moaned out, your body arching as you rode out the intense orgasm. Your hand tightened on him, and he moaned in response, his own arousal evident.

"That's it, baby," he praised, his fingers slowing but still working you through your release. "You're so beautiful when you come."

As the last tremors of pleasure faded, you collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily. Oscar pulled his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them clean, his eyes locked onto yours. "You taste amazing," he said, his voice rough with desire.

You reached up, pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. "Your turn," you whispered.

Your hand slipped beneath his boxers, wrapping around his hardness, and you began to stroke him with slow, deliberate movements. Oscar groaned, his hips thrusting into your hand as he buried his face in your neck. "Fuck, that feels so good," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

You increased the pace, your hand moving with more urgency as you felt him getting closer. "Oscar," you whispered, your voice dripping with seduction, "I love making you feel this good."

He moaned loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily. "God, the way you touch me," he groaned, his voice filled with awe. "You're so good at this. It feels incredible."

You smiled against his neck, enjoying the power you had over him. Your hand moved faster, your grip tightening slightly. "Tell me, Osc," you coaxed, "Tell me how much you love it."

His breaths came in ragged gasps, his hips moving in sync with your strokes. "I love it so much," he panted, his voice trembling. "Your hand on me... it's better than any fantasy. Better than anything I could ever imagine."

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, a clear sign he was edging closer to his release. "Oscar," you whispered again, this time with a hint of praise, "You're doing so well. I love how hard you are for me."

His entire body tensed, his muscles straining as he fought to hold back. "Fuck, you're amazing," he managed to say, his voice thick with desire. "I can feel it... I'm so close."

Sensing his imminent release, you adjusted your technique, moving your hand faster inside his boxers and applying firmer pressure. Each stroke elicited a deep moan from Oscar, his control slipping with every passing second. "God, yes," he groaned, his voice desperate. "Just like that... don't stop."

You could feel his cock pulsing, his release building rapidly. "I'm so close," he panted, his voice tight with need. "I'm gonna come."

You paused your movements, your hand stilling as you looked into his eyes. "Not yet," you said softly. "I want to feel you come inside of me."

The words caught him off guard, and he moaned, his arousal spiking. "God, you have no idea how much I want that," he said, his voice filled with longing. "But I don't have any condoms here”

"I'm on birth control," you replied, your voice steady. "And I'm clean. If you're okay with it, I am too."

Oscar's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and desire. "You’re sure?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Yes, Oscar," you assured him, pulling him into another deep kiss.

After you pulled away from the kiss, Oscar looked at you again, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Are you really sure you want to do this?" he asked softly. "As much as I want to, I don't want you to feel pressured into anything. Our first time means a lot to me, and I don't want you to regret it afterward. I want it to be perfect for you."

You smiled warmly, your heart swelling with affection. "I want this. I want you," you said, your voice filled with certainty. "You mean a lot to me, Oscar. You have nothing to worry about. It's you, and that's what makes it perfect."

Oscar’s eyes softened with a mix of love and relief. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss "I want this so bad," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And I need you so much."

With those words, he leaned in, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss, his hands exploring your body with renewed intensity. You felt a shiver of anticipation as he moved, both of you ready to take the next step together. The statement of how you shouldn't be doing this, long forgotten.

As you kissed, your hands moved to his boxers, helping him slide them off. He did the same for your panties, both of you eagerly discarding the last barriers between you. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes raking over your body. "You’re so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Every part of you."

"And you’re so hot," you responded, your eyes trailing over his toned body. "I love your chest, your arms, your abs... everything about you." your fingers trailing over every part as you names them.

Oscar began to position himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours as his tip teases your entrance. You moaned softly, your body aching for him. Slowly, he pushed inside, filling you completely. The sensation of him stretching you, the heat of his skin against yours—it was more than you had ever imagined.

"God, you feel amazing," Oscar whispered, his voice a mix of awe and desire. "So perfect."

You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as he began to move, each thrust driving you both closer to the edge. The sensation of him inside you, the sound of his breath mingling with yours, created a symphony of passion that enveloped you both. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“You’re so amazing,” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. “I’ve dreamed of this moment more than I'd like to admit, but now that it’s real, it’s even better.”

You blushed, your heart racing with excitement, your hands exploring his back. “You feel so good, Osc. Everything about you is just perfect.”

He paused, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, as he halted his movements, biting his bottom lip. Closing his eyes to avoid eye contact, because he was sure that he would have blowed his load the second he looked into your eyes.

You looked at him with a playful smile. “What’s going on?” you asked softly.

“I need to slow down a little,” he confessed, his cheeks flushing slightly, a hint of embarrassment in his voice as he said “Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll finish too quickly. And I really don’t want this moment to end yet.”

You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. “To be fair, I find that kind of hot,” you said with a teasing grin. “It just shows how much you want this.”

Oscar’s face lit up with a mix of relief and pleasure. “God, you really know how to make me feel good,” he said, his voice dripping with desire.

With a renewed sense of urgency, Oscar pulled out of you completely, just for him to thrust himself back inside you right after. The sensation overwhelming you, causing you to moan out loudly.

As the intensity built, Oscar’s movements quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. You could feel the pressure building within you, your body responding eagerly to each powerful thrust.

“I don’t think I can hold back much longer, baby,” Oscar panted, his voice strained with need.

“Then don’t,” you replied, your voice filled with determination. “Let go with me.”

He moaned, his hips bucking harder against you. The pace of his thrusts increased, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through both of you. You matched his rhythm, your body moving in sync with his as you both approached the brink of climax.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you moaned, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“Me too,” Oscar grunted, his voice filled with urgency.

The pleasure surged through both of you, building to an intense peak. With a final, desperate thrust, you both moaned loudly as you reached the pinnacle of your shared ecstasy.

"God, I love you" he whispered, his orgasm causing the words to accidentally spill out in the heat of the moment. He instantly felt fear creeping upon him, afraid that he just ruined it all, unaware of what you were about to say.

“I love you too, Osc,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion as Oscar continued to thrust gently into you, making sure not to stop until you both had completely ridden out your release.

Earlier, you had spoken of ‘no strings attached,’ but your heartfelt response seemed to suggest something more profound.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Oscar collapsed against you, his breath coming in heavy, satisfied gasps. He looked into your eyes with a mixture of awe and adoration. “That was incredible,” he said, his voice filled with emotion.

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “It was perfect,” you whispered, your heart full of love and satisfaction. “Thank you for making it so special.”

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Just Because I Called You (Carlos Sainz) - part i

Well, sometimes the muse outruns your earlier plans. I wasn't going to write a Carlos fic, but here we are :) This one is fully written and only has four parts, hope to update every 5 days!

pairing: carlos sainz jr x fem!reader

summary: y/n knows there's a reason for his contact details to be saved under 'do not interact', but one call does not mean you miss him.

genre: 1.6k words, written au, brief 18+ content, angst

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons

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Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s just the sheer exhaustion that’s keeping you from finding your house keys after a night out with your friends.

You curse out loud, digging your hand back into your purse, even though you know it’ll be another futile attempt.

It’s not there.

Dread settles in, as you consider your options. You’d been the last one in the Uber, so all your friends have undoubtedly already crashed out. You could book a hotel, but that seems very excessive, expensive, and also just incredibly inopportune. Everything you need, your contact solution, your glasses, your pyjamas – it’s all just on the other side of the door.

With a sigh, you lean your clammy forehead against the front door.

“Fuck,” you whisper, as realisation sets in. You’re going to need a spare key. And it just so happens there’s only two other people who might have one, of which one is currently on holiday in Thailand.

Which leaves you with the worst option of all. With a sigh, you grab your phone and scroll through your contacts. “x do not interact x ”

“Needs must,” you mutter to yourself, then press the green call button. It’s well past midnight, and you feel bad about calling – but you also know that if anyone’s going to answer, it’s him.

The line rings once, twice, three times, before it comes to life with a little crackle.

“Hello?” You close your eyes almost on instinct, as his rough voice washes over you. It doesn’t hurt as much as it once did, but the ache still lingers.

“I know it’s late, and I know we’re not supposed to talk, but I’m drunk and dumb, and I can’t find my key,” you rush out all at once.

There’s faint rustling on the other end of the line, but then he comes back. “I got it. Just eh – wait? I’ll be there in 10.”

For seven minutes, you pace up and down the hallway in your apartment building – desperately convincing yourself of the fact that this won’t end badly.

You’re broken up. Have been broken up for a month. It’s the sole reason why your friends took you out, to celebrate that it’d been a month of going no contact with your ex.

Because you deserved better. You deserved someone who’d say “I love you” back, who’d buy you flowers, who’d take you out on dates that weren’t just sponsor events, and holidays that were just the two of you.

You deserve to be someone’s priority. So you’d told him it was over, and it had somehow made you even more mad that he’d just accepted it.

“Hi,” a voice says softly, and you immediately feel tears burn behind your eyes.

“Hi Carlos,” you reply meekly, waiting and watching as he approaches slowly. He’s wearing soft grey sweatpants, and a hoodie you once bought him in your favourite colour.

It’s uncomfortable and weird, the way in which neither of you really knows how to greet each other beyond that. Initiating any type of bodily contact seems like a bad decision, not when you know it's never going to satisfy the itch. It'd only make you crave his touch more, in ways you can't have it. Not anymore.

He awkwardly lifts his hand and shows you the spare key you’d once given him. The one he hadn’t given back yet. Your stomach lurches as you catch sight of the tiny sparkly chilli keychain dangling in the air.

“Shall I?” He asks, motioning at the door that you’d unconsciously been blocking with your body.

“Right, sorry,” you mutter, and quickly take a step back to give him some room.

Belatedly, you realise you should’ve just taken the key from him altogether right then and there.

But he's here now.

So instead, you thank him for coming out to you at 3AM in the morning. “Do you want to come in? Have something to drink before you leave again?”

You regret it the moment the words come out your mouth, as you can see Carlos visibly flinch. “I didn’t mean – no, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I think you did, though. And you’d be right. I was pretty good at leaving, wasn’t I?” He rubs his face with his hand, your eyes following the movement.

It drops back down, then pushes the door open a little further. Your eyes trail up his arm, lingering briefly on his neck. It’s lost some of its thickness, signalling the off-season. He’s handsome either way, but it just makes you hurt over lost time and moments together.

Your need to catalogue all the ways in which his appearance has changed is distracting, and you’ve inched closer to him – closer than strictly necessary, before you realise.

You shuffle past him, carefully knocking into his arm just so. You kick off your heels, and hang your bag on the coatrack.

You look back over your shoulder, then point at the basket neatly situated on the side table in your hallway. “Look. Keys are right there.”

“Cariño,” he warns, but against what, you’re not entirely sure.

He should probably leave, you think. He could have left. If he’d wanted to.

“You could just drop those keys off there as well,” you add, coaxing him to make a choice.

To finally step foot inside your apartment for the first time in 6 weeks. Or to never see it again.

He exhales, dark brown eyes zeroing in on yours as he makes his way in. He doesn’t drop the keys in the basket, but instead closes the door behind him, then takes off his shoes. Clearly he remembers how much you hate dirty shoes inside. “Don’t you think tonight proves it’s probably good if I held onto these?”

“I think it proves I need someone to have spare keys. It doesn’t need to be you,” you counter, then turn around and walk to the kitchen. He follows wordlessly, gaze never straying from you as you pour the two of you a glass of wine.

“Where are you staying, anyways? Ten minutes isn’t far off,” you ask, softly this time.

“Alex’ place,” he explains. “Our – the apartment flooded.” He’s quiet for a second, then takes the glass of wine as you hand it to him. “This keychain is a chilli. It’s mine.”

You study him across the top of your wine glass, follow the way he takes a sip and lets the red wine slide down his throat. It makes your cheeks flush, although you’re fairly certain you can hide behind the alcohol you’d already consumed earlier this evening.

“Mi favorito,” Carlos murmurs appreciatively. You know he’s talking about the wine, but for a millisecond, you deliberately let yourself misunderstand. Let yourself forget and fantasise.

Silence wraps around the two of you as you offer him a piece of leftover tiramisu that you pull from the fridge. He grabs the spoon from you, and takes a bite. It shouldn’t look as sinful as it does. But it’s Carlos, and it’s you. Habits die hard.

Sure, maybe it is the alcohol, maybe it is your exhaustion, you reason with yourself. Or maybe it’s the charged air that surrounds you two – even now you’re no longer together.

“Why’d you answer when I called?” You blurt out, the alcohol making you a little bolder than you’d normally be.

His hand stills from where it had been swirling the glass. He looks up at you again, and you feel your knees go weak. There’s a devastating vulnerability in those eyes, one that’s hard to ignore. “Tu sabes. Do you wish I hadn’t answered?”

You set your wineglass down again, now empty, then lean over the countertop. Close enough to count his eyelashes, and the tiny freckles he’s acquired from being out in the sun with his family. It hurts not having seen them develop in real time.

“I wish a lot of things, Carlos.”

His eyes rove your face, then linger on your lips for a second longer. “Me, too.”

Your gaze drops, too. And even though your heart is smashed to smithereens in your chest, your memories are telling you not to do it, and you know your friends will crucify you before picking up the pieces - it’s the lust and love-addled part of your brain that handles purely on emotion that wins out.

On reflex, you’ll justify later, you find yourself kissing Carlos in your kitchen at 3AM in the morning.

On reflex, you don’t even register how your own fingers roam around his body, and peel off the hoodie you’d gotten him.

On reflex, he hauls you into your bedroom, and teases you with his tongue while his lashes flutter against the apex of your thighs.

It’s not on reflex, when he asks if he needs to use a condom. It breaks the lust-fuelled haze, and instead it’s got you on the brink of crying in the blink of an eye. But you’re so close now, can almost taste the way in which this is going to both ruin and complete you at the same time.

You know this is exactly why you shouldn’t have called him, but it’s also exactly why you’re not going to stop this now. Even when you know you should.

So instead, you let the anger course through your body, scratching his back with perhaps a bit more force than necessary. “You tell me,” you pant in his neck, before sucking a bruise into his skin. You can feel his jaw tick, but he refrains from grabbing a condom nonetheless.

It shouldn’t make you feel the things it does.

Then again, Carlos shouldn’t be in your bed, buried balls deep inside of you, making you come three times in a row either.

Not when you’d been doing so well at the no contact rule.

You guess, then, that you deserve the feeling of hot shame and embarrassment rushing over you the next morning. It’s your punishment for being foolish, as you realise you shouldn’t have been surprised at the fact that he’s no longer next to you.

The only evidence he was ever there, is the stupid fucking hoodie left on your bedroom floor, and the sticky feeling between your legs.

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UPDATE: Read part ii here.

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evermoresversion · 1 year ago

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Idk if you're already planning this but part 2 to driver license? If it was meant to be a 1 part type of thing, don't worry about it! You are just so good at writing cliffhangers lol

WANT YOU BACK, CONRAD FISHER.

PAIRING Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Angst, self sabotage, fluff at the end. There may be grammatical and spelling errors since English is not my first language.

SUMMARY Conrad was going through a difficult time so he decided it was best for the two of you to break up. Although after time he realizes that the best thing for both of you is to be together, so he takes you back.

SONG Want You Back by 5 Seconds Of Summer.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | CONRAD'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST | PART ONE

Love. A beautiful and dangerous feeling, it can make you the happiest person as well as it can make you feel the most miserable.

Some people say that when you love something, you fight for it. But letting go is also loving.

So that's what Conrad did.

He thought and thought of a solution for your relationship with him. How he could let you into his soul and share what he was feeling when he found out about his mother's cancer, but he didn't want to share his pain. He didn't want you to feel like him.

Not after what you've had to go through after your father died of cancer too.

So he kept it all to himself.

What ended up exploding everything was that his silence made you interpret something else.

That he didn't love you anymore.

But damn, Conrad loved you, of course he did. How could he not?

You had been with him for a long time, despite everything, and that was why it was difficult to let you go, he didn't want to, but it would be more painful for both of you if he prolonged it any longer.

"So, that's it? You just decided you don't want anything to do with me, huh?" You let out a wry laugh, tears running down your cheeks. You cleaned them more aggressively than you intended and Conrad swore he felt his heart break in his chest.

He suddenly felt that the collar of his shirt was tighter than normal.

Sensing that a panic attack was coming, he couldn't say anything else. Although he wanted to, he couldn't.

"Ours is over." He managed to murmur without being able to look at you and you stifled a sob, nodding without looking at him neither. You finally left without saying another word.

The moment you left the house, Conrad felt like he could die right there.

But deep down, he knew that was for the best, even if you came to hate him.

But if it was the best, then why couldn't he stop thinking about you? Why did he keep stopping in front of your door but not knocking? Why did his body long to exist next to yours?

He sighed and sat on the seashore, thinking about what he could do.

He wanted you back.

"I was so stupid." He threw a rock into the sea.

But he won't make a move, not if it meant you could get hurt more.

Months passed and Conrad did not make another move.

Although when he saw you laughing with Jeremiah at a party, spending time with the girls, Conrad had the need to run to you and hug you so as not to let go of you ever again.

But that never happened.

Until one night when he was sitting in the living room of the summer house he decided it was time.

Then he heard the sound of a car engine shutting off near the sidewalk.

"Y/n." He muttered as he looked out the window and went straight to open the door of the house.

Your gaze collided with his and he could see all the damage he had caused in you by walking away.

Minutes that seemed eternal passed until you got out of the car and met him in the middle of the sidewalk.

His jaw was tense, holding back the urge to kiss you or hug you or both.

When he made to caress your cheek you threw yourself into his arms, forgetting everything that had happened before that moment.

And Conrad finally felt like he could breathe.

He hid his face in your hair, loving to finally have you in his arms once again.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

You didn't say anything at that moment but you let yourself be carried away by the heat of his body against yours.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too."

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bewitched-bee · 11 months ago

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Breeding- Rain ghoul x fem!reader

This is purely self indulgent. Wrote this just as something for me. Was gonna make it a whole thing, never wrote more. As always, I suck at the warnings, let me know if something needs added.

CW: Unprotected sex, vaginal sex, breeding, biting, knotting, mentions of heat cycles, mentions of pregnancy.

I had been told to stay away from ghouls during their heat cycles. However no one mentioned if I was mated to a ghoul, my mate mark would hurt like crazy during their cycle. I was on the couch in the dens when I felt my mate mark start hurting worse. "You okay" Swiss asks looking over at me.

“My mate mark is killing me" I say. "Oh yeah Rain's in the middle of his heat cycle. You two are mated" Swiss says. "Yeah no one warned me of this before we got mated" I say. "Well the solution is simple, let him fuck you" Swiss replies with a grin.

"I was told to stay away from ghouls in their rut.” "Water ghouls aren't aggressive like other types of ghouls. Rain will just more than likely be a little rougher than normal. And he'll want to knot you.” “He'll want to what" I reply, Swiss looks shocked and I hear someone else laugh. Dew had entered the room.

“Rainy hasn't told you anything about his rut has he" Dew asks. "He just told me to stay away. He also gave me a basic rundown of what his rut is, but he never said anything about a knot.” “Okay well you know what ghouls in their ruts do right" Dew asks sitting on the couch next to me. "Yeah" I reply looking over at him.

"The knot is for breeding purposes. So when a ghoul wants to breed someone, they'll use that knot to lock their load in you. It helps up the chances of some kits being conceived then" Dew says. "We've never talked about the possibility of children before" I reply.

"Well there's no guarantee you'll get pregnant with some kits. But if he knots you while going through his rut, then it's a higher possibility than normal" Swiss says. "So that's why he told me to stay away" I question. "More than likely yeah. Especially given you just said you two haven't discussed expanding the family" Swiss replies.

“So uh how big is his knot? I’m not exactly good with things that stretch down there.” “His knot is just a few inches thicker than his normal width, it’s not unbearable but it will be a bit of a stretch. But once he’s in, it’ll feel real good” Dew replies. “How long does it take to deflate?”

I hear Swiss snicker. “Okay Swiss, excuse me for not knowing everything about ghoul anatomy.” “I’m sorry I just thought Rain would’ve explained all this to you” Swiss replies. “Anyway the knot can take anywhere from 3-5 minutes to deflate. It depends on how worked up he gets once he’s in you” Dew says.

“Wait he can keep his knot inflated even after he cums” I ask. “Yeah he can keep it inflated as long as he wants if he keeps thrusting into you occasionally” Dew says. “If I were you, I would just go in there and see for yourself. Like I said he won’t be aggressive. He will have enough clarity to him if you ever wanna stop things” Swiss says.

“Alright guess I’ll go help him out then” I say getting up. “Have fun” Dew says with a smirk before I leave. I get to Rain’s door and immediately hear him moaning and groaning. I knock on the door, it’s not long before it opens. Rain stands there with a blanket covering his lower half.

His hair is disheveled and his cheeks are flushed. “Fuck get in here” he says grabbing my arm. He shuts the door and his lips meet mine. He lets out a whine as his cock brushes against my leg. “Please help me, it hurts so bad” he says pulling away from my lips.

“Why have you not been jacking off” I ask brushing his hair behind his ears. “I have been it doesn’t help, I’m constantly hard it won’t go down” he says. “Is it because we’re mated” I ask, Rain nods his head. “I thought I could handle it alone but I was wrong. I didn’t want to ask for help since we’ve never discussed expanding the family” he says.

“I mean it’s not guaranteed I’ll get pregnant, but if I do then so be it” I say. Rain looks up at me, his tail flicks wildly behind him. “Does this mean I can fuck you” he asks, I nod my head. “If you want to keep those clothes you better take them off, if not I’m shredding them to make this easier” he says.

“I mean I’m not attached to them” I say, he smirks before his claws rip my clothes. “Bed now” he says removing the blanket from around his waist. I get on the bed and Rain hovers over me. I notice Rain seems nervous now, “Rainy talk to me what’s going on?” “My brain is just screaming ‘breed’ and I’m so afraid. What if it takes? You’ll hate me for getting you pregnant” he says.

“Rain listen to me, if I didn’t want the possibility of a pregnancy. I wouldn’t have came in here. I’m well aware this could result in us becoming parents earlier than expected” I say as I run my thumb over his cheek in a soothing manner. “I know but I also know pregnancy is the last thing you want. But fuck my brain and body is telling me to breed you” he replies.

“Then breed me” I say looking into his teal eyes. He places his head in the crook of my neck and starts nipping at the skin. The action alone makes me clench around nothing. I can feel myself grow wetter. Rain moves his head and bites into my shoulder.

“Rain fuck” I moan as my hips buck upwards. He runs his tongue over the bite mark before he looks at me again. “I bet you’re dripping, you smell so good right now” he says. He reaches a hand down and gathers some of my wetness before he sticks his fingers in his mouth.

“You are dripping, and you taste so good. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back” he says. “Then don’t hold back” I say, with that being said he enters me in a swift motion. He lets out a sigh of relief as he starts thrusting. “You feel so good” he says, I pull him down for another kiss.

I moan against his lips when his thumb starts rubbing my clit. I can feel my orgasm building up already, “Rain I’m not gonna last” I say, he chuckles “I’m not either.” The closer I get to my orgasm, I feel the base of him start swelling. “You can take my knot can’t you” he says as his thrusts start to falter.

“Give it to me rain” I say, he growls as he pushes his knot into me. As soon as he’s all the way in, my back arches off the bed as my orgasm washes over me. Rain moans as I feel rope after rope of cum spill into me. He collapses on top of me and I start scratching at his scalp. “You were so good for me” Rain says pressing a kiss to my collarbone.

“Do you feel better now” I question, Rain’s tail wraps around my thigh. “Yeah I do.” “So we’re stuck like this for a few minutes” I question, he nods. “Yeah unless you want more rounds.” “Not now….I love you but that knot of yours hurt going in” I say.

“I’m sorry why didn’t you say anything” he says. “Didn’t want to ruin the moment, besides the pain passed as soon as I had that orgasm.” “Well I can tell you, the first time getting knotted is the worst, it’ll get easier the more it happens” he says. “Maybe we’ll try it again in a few days. Your heat cycle will be over then but can you get the knot to form any time?”

“Oh my love, you have no idea how many times I’ve almost popped a knot.” “So that’s a yes” I question, he chuckles. replying with “yeah.” We lay there in silence for a bit and I feel his knot start to go down.

“I’m thinking a nice warm bath, what do you say” he asks lacing our fingers together. “That sounds perfect actually, I don’t think I can walk though.” He chuckles, pulling out of me and gently scooping me up. “I’ve got you, I’ve always got you.”

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jk-kiwi · 6 months ago

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Matchmaker

Matchmaker Mini series (?) - Part 1 Characters - BFF/JK x business owner Y/N (Woman)

Genre - romance, drama, angst, unreciprocated feelings, fluff (?), THIS is fiction!

Summary - Looking for love? Matchmaker could be the answer. But in a game of love, sometimes the hardest person to win over is the one closest to you. Will you be able to handle the love you've always dreamed of…or will the truth tear everything you’ve ever built apart? Matchmaker—where love meets destiny, and the real challenge begins when you least expect it.

Warnings - dating app shenanigans, jealousy, JK is going with other girls (he’s not dating though), a little bit of stalker behaviour, making a fake profile.

Author’s note - This is more of a pilot episode!!! I plan on making this a mini series with maybe 3is chapters if people are interested. I'm down for any ideas. PLEASE READ!

Word count - 2.6k

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“Yet another successful year for such an inspiring businesswoman! Miss Y/L/N, how do you feel knowing your app Matchmaker has topped the charts for yet another year?

The enthusiasm was obvious in the reporter’s voice, her eyes sparkling with glam and eager while waiting for your response. You smile a little, leaning closer to the mic in front. “It’s an honor, truly! I’m happy my project helped so many find true love.” you reply smoothly, the people in front of you cheering loudly at your humble response. “You must be the ultimate romantic!” the reporter squeaks in joy “With so much success matchmaking others, how about your own love story? Is there a special someone in your life?” she asks curiously, making you freeze slightly.

You clear your throat, smiling shyly. “Let’s just say I’ve been a little busy helping others achieve true love, it’s been hard to focus on my own.” The crown chuckles at your response while you avert your gaze at the watch on your hand, trying to come up with a solution to change the topic, and fast. “I don’t have much time left, are there any other questions regarding my application?” The lady was caught off guard at how bold and confident you were in changing the topic, but she managed to gain composure way too quickly for your own liking.

“What more can we say, your app has a 95% success rate, you’ve truly made something extraordinary! What’s next for Matchmaker? Any exciting updates we can look forward to?”

You nod, your heel impatiently clicking on the floor. “Absolutely! We’re working on a new feature that incorporates real-time features to help dating take a much smoother turn! Please stay tuned for the updates!” You clasp your hands together smiling brightly. The reporter says the ending phrases, thanking you and everyone around while the cameras flash brightly towards you. With a final wave you step out of the public eye and into the backstage of the place, a sigh of relief leaving your lips and the buzz of a phone catching your attention.

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Mr. JK - Saw the interview, you did great!

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You smile seeing his message pop up, so he’s watched it after all. You lean against the wall, fingers hovering over the screen for a second before typing a response. _______________

Mr. JK - Saw the interview, you did great!

Y/N - You said you would not watch it! What a liar!

Mr. JK - How can I not watch my favorite girl? _______________

His instant response makes your fingers freeze, leaving him on seen before closing your screen. A warm feeling starts spreading through you, making your heart race. His favorite girl? That’s not possible. You take a deep breath, unsure whether to respond or wait for him to send a next message. “Is he joking?” you ask yourself seeing he does not come with a reply. You sigh after 5 minutes of painful wait, wondering if Jungkook has that cocky grin on his face knowing he’s put you on the spot, if he even knows in the first place. The boy is clueless. Gathering the left over equipment and your bag, you make your way out of the building, one bodyguard on either side. Coming closer to the door you could hear the cheers and laughter of fans, their joy bursting in loud screams when you come out.You wave lightly, bowing down while trying to avoid questions, fame was not what you had in plan for your life, but you tried to enjoy it.

Matchmaker.

This was what brought you up to where you were right now. The app that transformed your career and also the lives of thousands of people, a success you’ve never imagined.

The project had been your passion, your dream. And it all started from a foolish mistake.

You fell in love with your best friend.

That’s how it started, from the foolish guy you’ve been in love since 3rd grade. But it wasn’t just about him. It was also about the stupid fact that the guy did not believe in love.

So you made matchmaker as a way to prove that love does not need to be over complicated when you meet the right person.

And there you were now, your app has been number one on the dating charts for 5 years now, you’ve matched over 2 million people, yet you were still caught up on the web of being single, and your best friend was still the stupid fool who did not believe in love. In conclusion, the progress you made, despite being high on the app, was zero in your life.

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Pouring yourself a glass of wine you sit down on your sofa, the city lights from the lively night view being almost the only thing illuminating your living room.

You sink down between the plush pillows, grabbing the remote in your hand, switching through channels just to see you over and over. Old interviews, new interviews, media appearances you didn’t really remember making, but there you were, smiling brightly, speaking confidently. Each clip showing the polished, successful version of yourself that the world knows.

You can’t help but wonder, as your face flickers across the screen, “Is this who I really am?”. But the truth is, no matter how much success you have, it’s never enough when the one thing you truly want is something you can’t have. “Hey! There she is!” you jump in surprise, the red liquid spilling slightly on your nightgown. He stands in the doorway, a playful grin on his face. “What are you doing here?” you ask, setting your glass down, looking at how the wine spreads quickly, like fire, on your satin pajamas. Jungkook steps forward, unhinged at your reaction. His arms carrying the usual big bouquet of flowers he likes to gift you after a good appearance, a bottle of champagne in his other hand. “Came to celebrate another success of my girl!” Your nose scrunches up at the hearing of his praises, though, you should be used by now. “I told you not to call me that.” you mutter grabbing the flowers out of his hands. The boy chuckles before opening the bottle with a loud pop, rushing into your kitchen to grab glasses. “And there you go. For the great success of the best woman ever to exist, my best friend, Y/L/N Y/N, and for the phenomenon she’s created into the world of dating.” glasses clink together and you take a quick sip of the champagne. He drains the glass in one go, leaning on your couch with a satisfied face, making you chuckle and shake your head. Typical Jungkook. "You should savor it, not just gulp it down like that. It's good champagne." you tease him and he shrugs. “Some things should just be enjoyed all at once.” he replies, eyes staring at you as he props his arm up behind his head, making himself comfortable.

You roll your eyes, plopping next to him, his hand quickly reaches down to drag your gown a little lower. “Don’t show yourself like that.” His tone was unexpectedly serious. You scoff, folding your arms, letting silence break between you two. “So…what now?” you shift a little to face the man. “Should I tell you about my day? Are you up for a little rant?” Jungkook’s gaze softens slightly, his hand tracing patterns on your covered thigh, you just hum, eyes fixated on the tv. “Do you remember Rebecca?”

“The girl you told me about, your coworker?” you remember her, how can you forget.

Jungkook came in one day ranting to you how his new colleague has a crush on him. You sulked the whole day, how can you not remember. “Yes, her. We went out today.”

You swallow harshly, muscle tensing a little. “So, how was it?” your tone was cold, a flicker of jealousy catching you off guard so you try to play it cool. “Did you two have fun?” “Hmm, it was fine.” the man replies, shrugging it off as if it’s no big deal.

“Just fine?” you push. “I mean, she’s nice and all, and her body is uhhh, but I think she’s trying a little too hard to impress me. You turn to face him more, the bitterness growing inside of you. “She could be fun for a few nights, I guess.” he adds with a casual voice. You scoff raising from your seat abruptly, not willing to take his shit any longer. Sure, Jungkook was a hot and funny guy, you knew he was not exactly a saint, man did not believe in love, not sex. But you also knew that his actions always hurt you in the end. He was a good friend, always there for you, helping with problems while dealing with his own, and you’ve been there for him countless times, especially since you were more financially stable and he had a lousy part time job that you always nagged him about. Even so, his boldness and the way he tells you everything that’s going on in his life so casually, bothered you a little. Safe to say, you were jealous, very jealous.

He would come at times, ranting to you about all types of chicks he’s seen, telling you how his dates went on, or how many times they hooked up at his place, just to unknowingly hurt you in the end AND to never see them again since “they had flaws”.

And that’s what stung the most. He’d get close to these girls, share himself with them only to pull away when things got a little serious, since love is just a “myth” in his stuck up, ideal head. It was frustrating, and it made you push away from him many times. “Are you upset?” he follows you around while you grab the glasses and clean around. You stop for a moment just to sigh, already feeling bad regarding the attitude you were giving him. “No, I’m fine,” you reply softly “Just really tired.”

His footsteps come closer, his arms wrapping around you from behind while you do the dishes. “If you're tired, you should rest. The coolest business woman I know will have another revolutionary day tomorrow.” You set the sponge down laughing at his nonsense. He lets go of you as you turn to face him, his smile big and genuine. “I should leave too, I have so much work tomorrow.” he groans, resting his head on your shoulder. “Go home and get some rest. You’ve got a busy day ahead too.” your words were soft, hands dragging through his silky black hair. He steps back after a while, but not without giving you an affectionate look. You watch him take his jacket before leaving, the warmth of his presence still lingering on your body. Your fingers still lightly brush your shoulder where his head had rested, smiling to yourself like an idiot before coming back to the cruel reality that you will never have this man. Shaking your head you take on, you lied to him. How can you go to sleep when you have so much to work on your plate, countless nights of making sure people love comes true?

Entering your home office you set yourself in front of the big screen, the ironic motto “love has no time limit” stuck up on your wallpaper.

You open your emails, reading through all the praises and positive reviews, as well as tips on how to improve your app and some other comments when something catches your eye. Or perhaps, someone? It was right there, in the new entry registration inbox, a list of thousands of mails, but one that caught your gaze so fast. “[email protected]”. You pause, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as your heart skips a beat. You know this mail, how can you not? It’s the one you did for him 12 years ago, back when you were 15. You bite your lip, hesitating for a moment before clicking on it. He’s made an account.

Your best friend, the guy you’ve crushed on for as long as you remember, made an account on your dating app. Why?

Your heart races as you stare at the screen, what should you do? A rush of emotions burn within you when you start scrolling through his profile. It was a new account, freshly made, 5 days ago.

His picture is the one you took back when you were on vacation, at a ski resort, the time he taught you how to snowboard, the next few ones being the ones from the time you were on a cruise in Caraibe. “Looking for someone who believes love isn’t a myth, try change my mind.” It catches your eye, his bio. Age, name, what he works and one stupid quote you can’t quite pick on.

You stare at his profile for about an hour now, not even realising how much of a stalker you are. You lean on your chair, wondering about what to do before a devious thought crosses your mind. “I can’t.” you firmly say to yourself, but your hand was already reaching for your phone. “I shouldn’t…” you bite your lip while installing the app on your phone, opening it just to be met with the criteria of making an account. It’s an overwhelming feeling, what are you about to do could change everything. Closing your eyes for a second you enter your mail and password. A new section pops up, the customisation of your new profile.

For a moment, you sit there frozen, staring at the screen in disbelief. This is it. You’ve just created a profile on your own app, just to interact with Jungkook without him knowing. “This is insane, you are insane.” but you can’t help the grin that grows on your face. You enter your bio, scroll through some pictures that could not give you away, deciding on some random vacation pics instead of yourself, before finishing your profile with the quote who characterises you the best “Hopeless romantic”

You pause and read it over a few times, wondering if it’s good enough to pass and after a final check “It’s done.”, you press save and the notification on your computer immediately goes up, telling you that, well, You, just registered on Matchmaker. Glancing at your phone and then back at the screen of your pc, worry creeps in while searching for Jungkook’s profile. It felt wrong, but the good type of wrong. With a shaky breath you stare at his profile, the big button of “swipe right” right in front of you. You take a big breath and without thinking, your thumb presses the button making you close your eyes in disbelief of what you’ve done. The screen blinks for a second, the quietness settling around, the only thing that could be heard would probably be the thumping of your heart.

Then, the screen lights up again, the iconic butterfly interface you made for your app showing up with a message.

“It’s a MATCH!”

For a second you don’t move, taking in the fact that you just matched up with your best friend under an unknown identity.

“What have I done?” You think again, but there’s no going back now. So, you sit there, eyes wide, staring at the screen, a single notification appearing way too soon.

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Jeon JK - Lia huh? What makes you be such a hopeless romantic?

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As you read the message, your breath catches in your throat, and with a soft laugh to yourself you close your eyes, the silence engulfing you being only the tip of the iceberg. “Mr. Jeon, let the game of love begin.”

And with this, your little game of making your best friend fall in love with you has begun. But are you really ready for what’s about to come next?

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