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#TRYNA FUCK ME I'M LIKE OKAY! g. suguru

☆ sum. suguru geto wasn’t used to losing a race, especially to a fucking rookie—but you’ve got him confused, intrigued, and… hard? long story short, ever since he hit it he’s never been the same.

wc. 6.8k

warnings. fem! reader, street racer! geto, pwp, unprotected, 2 fast 2 furious references, bratty reader, rivals to lovers ( ? ), geto has a dīck piercing, big size kink, riding, he fucks you on the hood of your car, cunnīlingus, sore loser geto gets humbled lel, overstim, squīrting, dirty talk, praise, petnames.

an. chase atlantic inspired me again </3 same au as this one.

second fucking place. he got second place and he lost to you, a newbie—the newest racer with the prettiest trendy wheels, flashy rims, and a hot pink 2001 honda s2000. stupid, stupid, the reality of losing left a sour taste in geto’s mouth. he can’t remember the last time he’s lost, ever. .

the moment he saw your car bolt in front of him at those last few milliseconds of the race with fiery pink smoke coughing from your steel pipes dusting near his front window, he just knew he lost to you. geto scoffs. “tch,” he’d mumble, slamming his car door shut, and releasing the straps of his custom-made helmet. you leaned against your slick hood, innocently fanning yourself with a pamphlet of the track’s course layout that was given to every racer before glancing at geto. he was quite tall and he looked down at you with a look of intrigue and bitter annoyance. “cheater.”

“excuse me?” you raise a brow. you knew damn well who he was, suguru geto—one of the if not the best street racer in tokyo. notorious for his wins and extremly cocky ego - except this time, your win against him bruised that little detail a bit. a small grin spreads across your glossed lips before your eyes rove up and down his dark leather ripped clothes. “you said somethin’?”

“you heard me, sweetheart,” he utters, bringing a gloved hand up to his face. doing so, geto tucks his sticky black tresses back inside his helmet. he’s so close, that he practically has you cornered against the hot hood of your car and his eyes stare at the medal that’s pinned near the left side of your chest. that gold medal that was supposed to be his. “besides,” and you nearly gasped once you felt your rear tap against the front of your vehicle. “your ‘riding’ could use a ‘lil work, rookie.”

you saw the look in his eyes. he’s challenging you, geto sees you as a potential threat and he wasn’t fond of losing.. ever.

it just wasn’t in his vocabulary.

you don’t know why but beating one of tokyo’s top street racers made cocky pride swell right up in your chest. the same kind of cocky pride that he was used to, and damn were you a force to be reckoned with. he just had to learn that the hard way.

“do i?” you reply, reaching an arm inside of your car to twist the keys out of the ignition. with a roaring sputtering growl, your engine gradually turns off and the sounds of whirring wind fill the air.

geto’s got his hands buried in his pockets as his tall lean body stands still. he’s checking you out.

his head slightly tilts to the side with his helmet cracked open and you can feel his eyes trailing up your entire physique.

he’s studying you - trying to figure out just who this pretty girl that just dusted him in a race.

you’d be lying through your teeth if you didn’t idolize him just a little bit. he was well known not just in tokyo but worldwide. the fangirls loved him, and the racers despised him with envy.

beating the suguru geto was a rare fever dream of itself.

“or are you just upset you’re not in the spotlight for once?” brat.. though your comment made him scoff with a sly smile curling against his thin lips.

“mm. for a new racer you sure have a smart mouth,” and his eyes quickly dash toward your car.

hot pink, it even looked freshly new and painted. and just to put the icing on the cake, it also has a pretty character design painted near the sides with the addition of a cheetah print wheel.

he lost to . . that?

geto’s quietly admiring your ride though—it looked like it was straight out of a movie. once he looks down at you again, he speaks in a gruff intimidated tone, finishing his sentence. “it’s only your first win, don’t be cocky.”

“i’ll be cocky if i want,” you murmur, and there’s a loud competitive tension between you both.

people started to leave the car meeting spot until it was just the two of you. your car’s parked near one of the garages where geto’s car was coincidentally parked also. you’re still leaning against the pink hood of your car before walking up to him. you close the awkward distance between you both, being just a few inches apart.

you’re bold, and he liked your spunk although he’d never flat-out admit it.

just . . . who were you?

geto didn’t like losing—that’s already been established. but now, he’s starting to realize he probably has to deal with you in future races, and oh- he knew you were gonna be a problem.

and he was right, because perhaps he’d finally met his match.

“besides, even if i did cheat,” you retaliate, your tone sounding more and more coy and foxy. playfully, your arms wrap around his shoulders and you tap against his sheer black helmet that had ‘s. geto’ autographed in bold purple near the other shell. vexed, mousy eyes glare at you through the protective gear and you lean up all the way close. “what are you gonna do about it, suguru?”

famous last words,

because one moment you’re being nothing but a mere brat and the next, you found yourself bent over the hood of your pretty blush-colored honda.

well, fuck.

suguru geto didn’t take disrespect lightly . . although, he liked the brat in you. a nice change of pace, even though it pissed him off a bit - a lot.

“s- shit,” you gasp, feeling your thighs squeeze together. geto’s domineering aura sends you chills, the kind of chills where it runs through your entire soul.

he’s so close that you could almost taste his loud cologne on your tongue. it’s a manly scent, you’d probably guess one of the main ingredients was oak moss. as you’re pondering deep in thought, still trying to get over his loud smell—a hand gingerly starts to brush down your skimpy lace-up chaps.

his touch felt good. . and sure, maybe you’ve fantasized about this exact moment once or twice while watching his races broadcasted on live television. geto’s pressed up against you as you’re idly hunched over, biting your lip. with a huff, you’re so close to your tinted window that you were practically having a staring contest with your rosy windshield wipers. “aw. you planned to spank me over my car?”

“not exactly, pretty girl,” he tsks with a clicked tongue, and that’s when you feel it. something poking against your rear — oh, he was hard.

it was something hard and you don’t quite think it was his helmet..

that couldn’t have been anything else other than a raging boner, and it makes you smugly hum. geto groans once he feels your ass wriggling against his skin-tight leather jeans. “think you’re funny, yeah girl?”

“a bit,” you utter in a breathy tone, feeling his fingers zig-zag down the exposed straps of clothing that reveal a bit of skin. you didn’t mind his touch - in fact, you only wanted more.

the inside of the garage was widely spacious—big enough to fit your car and geto’s iconic skyline gtr. it’s a gorgeous midnight dark purple that glimmers in the dead of night, akin to a raven’s wings.

with the garage lot being empty, it was just the two of you, the witching hour steadily approaching. all that could be heard was the occasional squawks and chirps of squaking birds and loud cars honking near the far distance by the freeway. as he’s still got you pinned over, you bite your pointer finger with a cheeky hum. “hilarious even.”

but, you don’t find anything funny moments later when the street racer’s tongue is shoved right between your splayed, plush thighs.

not at all, in fact- the only ‘words’ that came from your mouth were babbling inaudible whimpers, and he made sure you’d eat your sentences… just like he’s eating out your first place cunt like the starved man he was.

with widened eyes and a stretched jaw hanging open, you stare back with a hand on your ass, giving your skin a soft squeeze. geto grunts, on his knees as you’re hauled right over your pretty decorated hood.

hell! you figured he’d ask to rematch but this..

it seemed like all he wanted to do was take out his loss on your pussy… with his second-place tongue.

and that’s just what he does too.

not that you were even complaining—suguru geto was a nasty man to no one’s surprise. he’s nasty on the road and he’s even nastier with his tongue recklessly driving up and down your slobbering twitching cunt.

you feel a crooked nose sloooowly drag its way like a trail against your entrance. geto starts near the bottom and then makes his way up, making sure to have his button nose dripping with your mess. letting off a sweet whimper, it doesn’t take long before he’s starting sucking against your swollen clit.

“hng,” a needy whine dashes from your throat, and you can already feel a shaking judder spasm between your legs. geto’s unapologetically sloppy with his mouth too. as he’s repeatedly flicking the pointed pink tip of his tongue in crazed different directions, a throaty hiccup leaves from your glued lips. “fuuck, do you usually mhm--do this to your opponents who hah, beat you?”

“only the ones with the smart fuckin’ mouths,” he replies with a quickness, taking a moment to spit right on your sticky cunt. it’s a loud ‘ptui’ and it’s a filthy slimy trail that dribbles past his lips, polishing near the creasing crevices of his mouth.

a rubber-gloved hand snakes toward the crack of your pried open thighs and he spanks your pussy, causing a cute shrieking squeal to leave out your strained cords. “also, a reminder again. you didn’t beat me. i let you win. big difference.”

“s- sure,” you sheepishly moan, feeling vapid air circle around you both.

the night was eerily and silently dead—you swallowed thickly, praying no one would see you bent over your flashy pink hood getting eaten out by one of the most famous street racers in the world. although, the thought of getting caught made you throb in a way you didn’t think it would.

he’s mean with his tongue.

geto was competitive in everything he did, including with how he ate it.

your strapped pants were pulled down along with your panties lazily sticking toward the side of your feeble quaking thighs.

within minutes his jaw would angrily ache, growing slack and locking from how it was reaching soreness - but he didn’t care.

if he didn’t win his race, the least he could do was win by eating you out…right?

geto’s designer mauve-colored helmet probably costed thousands and rests near the side of him. he took it off before he started to feast himself between your sprawled legs.

through hazed doe-like peripherals, you stare at it and admire the designs that paint across his visor.

everywhere, there’s writing and designs—and again, you spot his famous autograph that’s nearly written near the side. typical, of course, he’d autograph his helmet.

he’s suguru fuckin’ geto.

regardless though, you’re still nothin’ but a whining mess though, and as he continues to eat you out, you let off a sweet ‘ooh!’ as soon as he bites near your pearly clit.

it’s soft and tender, but it still makes you babble out a sobbing moan. his teeth gently nibbled against your pussy . . . leisurely slithering his tongue between your flooding flaps.

so good, each time you hear the wet smacks from his lips, you can hear geto huskily groaning out satisfying ‘mmmh’ ‘s.

it’s a feeling that makes your legs stagger within the firm hold of his hands. geto’s still wearing his gloves and each time the stretchy rubber rubs onto your skin, you moan. “fuck, fuckk,” you whine, and he’s groaning right against your sobbing cunt. his hair’s pinned back into a high messy ponytail - a few ravened strands running down the sides of his face. pretty long lashes of his were closed as he was slurping you clean.

so damn sweet . . . he wonders why he’s never seen you on the track until now. well- you were new. maybe he has seen you, but geto’s never been one to pay attention.

either way, you were a meal he didn’t wanna stop tasting, ever.

and despite the bitter taste of defeat continuously lingering on his flat tongue even still . . your cunt sprinkled a bit of flavor to it, an aftertaste of vying rivalry . .

“mmph,” he grunts, feeling you push him further into your cunt with one hand. with a twist, you turn your torso just a bit to look down at him, bringing his face further. geto’s slick wet tongue slides across your nub before he’s sloppily thrusting it in and out of your weeping flowery entrance.

you whimper once he reaches that spot, feeling a sudden heave of a breath snatch its way out from your puffed lungs. geto’s dark brows amusingly knit together and he’s already nose deep—the hooking bridge that smears against your pussy makes you nearly wail out a needy weep.

he’s smearing his face everywhere, and wet splotches of your juices started to coat his clear face.

but he doesn’t mind - geto’s always been one to get a ‘lil dirty during a match.

two slack lips munch against your clit wholly before his lengthy tongue reaches toward your winking hole. “pff,” he clicks his tongue, letting off another husky groan once he feels the tint in his pants arises.

fuck, you made him hard—even more, now that he was eating you out.

the louder you were, the more his dick twitched underneath the rough fabric of his jeans. it’s almost painful- the way his hardened bulge prods its way against the leathery fabric makes him suck his teeth. he needs you.

geto’s lips remain glued against your cunt before he uses a gloved thumb to peel your pudgy sweltering folds apart just a biiiit more.

his tongue creates a downward slope that trickles its way below your clitoral hood that’s frantically throbbing right in his mouth.

ba dum, ba dum, ba dum. . .

pulse pulse pulse after fucking pulse,

a smoky chuckle echoed from his lips as his shoulders slightly shake and fuck- it vibrates against your pussy. “god, she’s a ‘lil crybaby isn’t she,” he breathlessly mumbles as his thumb peels your soaked flaps all the way down. he’s intently staring inside, studying all the pretty nerves and your twitching nub before spitting right inside yet again.

airy cold breath fans over your nude slit and you whimper, feeling his tongue douse itself back inside. “were you drivin’ around this wet the entire time, princess?” and you moan, feeling the rubber of his palm smear a few circles around your clit. “drivin’ around, tryin’ to beat me with a pretty pussy this fuckin’ soaked?”

with a shivering whimper ghosting past your splintered lips, you snivel out a soft mewl.

“sugu—fuuuck, ‘m gonna cum,” and as your breath gets caught in your throat, you feel him grab a nice chunk of your ass.

at his very grip, he gives your rear a rude spank and the recoil makes him hum in amusement. so soft, the way it bounced just from his palm alone.

oh, and spanking you became his favorite thing to do, especially since you were so fucking noisy.

as a shrilling whine prepares to race out your strained esophagus, you nearly yank his head forward again, hearing him groan against your clit. “d- did you hear me? ‘m close, gonna cu—”

“yeah yeah girl, i heard you,” he swats your hand away, and the low grit that rumbles from underneath his tone makes you throb for the nth time.

geto brings a few digits up toward your cunt to rub against your runny folds, and he starts making out with your pussy - with tongue.

sloppy smacks slosh out from your crying folds and you gasp, feeling him impishly nip your clit with his teeth once more. “mmf,” and his eyes start to become low and hooded.

he’s pussy drunk, very much so.

geto eats you out until you’re abruptly coming undone on his tongue, letting off a sweet euphoric battle cry with your toes curling in your knee-high boots. fuck, and even as he’s savoring the syrupy taste that pours on his flat flushed tongue, he’s still eating you out.

with brief circular maneuvers of his tongue, he’s got you whimpering from the sensitivity. as a staticky twinge pulses through your pussy, your hand grabs at his hair hard, tugging near his roots, having to literally pry him apart.

your cunt was so sensitive, throbbing a plethora of pulses as your mouth fatally goes dry. “f- fuck,” you moan, and you can feel your legs stick together once they instinctively close shut.

“tsk. drama queen,” he soils his lips together that were now perfectly glossed from top to bottom with your juices.

oh, his chiseled chin was just shimmering with such sparkling sap that it even poured a stream down the lower part of his face. his tongue slides near the cracked corner of his right lip, and he’s just luxuriating at the treacly taste of you. if you tasted this good, maybe the second place wasn’t so bad after all. .

as he’s still lapping up his lips with a wolffish grin, geto notices you openly gawking at his bulge and he snickers, patting his fly with a gloved hand. “it’s rude to stare, sweetheart.”

“it’s rude to walk around with a bulge that big.”

“oh yeah? how ‘bout you fix that problem for me then, rookie?”

a brat, almost as much of a brat as you.

geto gets silenced once you slam your lips onto his, not even batting an eyelash that you’re tasting yourself on his tongue that’s swirling around yours.

it’s intense, you could feel your heartbeat start to match the exact pulsing pace from between your legs. his lips were icy, and you moaned—tasting a bit of mint that resides on his tongue.

his breath is freezing cold, it’s an almost sweet candied taste and you whine in his mouth once his hands start to roam up and down your body.

geto’s feeling you up- feeling up the pretty girl who just beat him in a race.

rough protected hands drag down your frame, taking in your curves before toying with the leather straps that droop against your pink lace-up chaps.

it’s as if even the kiss was far more competitive than the actual street race.

both desperately fought to win, swerving through each tongue like swerving lanes.

geto grunts, lightly pushing your ass back against the hood of your car. as tongues twist and tango in lewd unison, he seductively sucks on your pointed tip.

as geto’s eyes open halfway, you open yours, and he’s just staring at you with a look of feral - a carnal smug grin tweaking on each side of his lips.

“turn around again, pretty. hands on y’r hood like…this,” and once he spreads you apart, you moan once he rubs his bulge against the middle fabric of your pants. “good hah- messy girl.” his bulge was so damn hard, it felt like a brick.

the more he rubbed himself against you, the more your body ached and yearned for more.

oh..

his hands, geto kept his racing gloves on the entire time. as the stretchy rubber sensually crawls down your waist, you hear the jangling of his studded skull belt. with a few shuffles, he leans up close, pinning your hands behind your back like you were under arrest.

“just for the record again, you didn’t ‘beat’ me, you cheated,” and you scoff, feeling frigid air waft between your inner thighs. oh- here he goes again. talk about a sore fuckin’ loser.

“sur— mmph,” and he cuts you off, placing a gloved palm over your mouth.

“quiiiiet, you’ll get your turn to talk,” he cuts you off, and you let off a moan once you feel his bulbous tip smack against your sopping cunt.

it’s loud..

dozens of paps and squelches leave it right away and he plants a wet kiss near your exposed neck.

the rubs from his blushing reddened cockhead make loud noises that constantly replay through your empty mind.

“see? let her talk,” and you swallow thickly, feeling him use an extra hand to pry your legs apart further. clammy, big hands glue against the pink hood of your car before your tongue tastes the metallic fibers of his glove. “so eager. poor baby,” he coos against your ear, feeling you trying to swallow and gulp him down right away. your twitching pussy’s aching, and you can’t help the pathetic whimpers that hiccup from your lips. you even try to wriggle your ass but he rubs a hand underneath your clit. “aw, impatient are we? what’s the sayin’, princess? slow ‘n steady wins the race?”

‘okay…but i beat you,’ was what you were saying in your head… but you sort of forgot his hand was covering your mouth. duh girl.

“mmph—” you let off a muffled moan against the palm of his hand, trying to wriggle your ass against him harder.

geto lowly groans and then you groan, feeling what was a piercing that attaches toward his pre-creamed dewy frenulum. geto strokes himself a bit, fisting his cock. with hooded, jaded eyes, he watches his loose skin peel back before arising up again and he hisses. the frenulum perfectly hooks itself over his tip, and oh- how you wished you could have seen it.

you couldn’t see but, fuck did you feel it.

you’re so wet, your swollen pussy lips resemble a blossoming flower as he spreads you apart with two scissoring rubber fingers.

his dick piercing almost tickles once it starts to rub against you some more. he swipes it all against your clit, teasing it near your opening before pulling it right back out. “fuck,” you whine once he finally removes his palm from your mouth, glossy strands of your saliva coating the entirety of your hand. “h.. hurry up, suguru. ‘m gonna fall asleep at this rate.”

geto rolls his eyes, and that’s when with a semi-loud thud, your chest lands against your hood.

“oh please..” he murmurs, a brow twisting upward in annoyance. one of his hands still has its grip on your wrists and you bite your lip in anticipation.

geto’s tip leaked with creamy coating pre, and you felt remnants of it sprinkle against your entrance. with a raspy grunt, he drags his angered pierced crownhead down your drooling folds before roughly smacking it against your cunt.

more sloppy wet splats! of squelches spurt out from your folds as if it’s saying its own kind of lewd language and he grunts.

geto makes sure you’re arched over the hood of your car before whistling at your presented frame. “so damn…pretty,” and within seconds, he’s easing his way inside.

immediately, your eyes widen with your jaw collapsing down like earlier—fuck, he’s big.

from the countless times, you stared at his bulge, you figured as much. geto’s vast head had a rosy-pink tint of vermillion with how close it mirrored to being a pinkish red.

sucking in a greedy breath, he watches as he’s gradually disappearing inside of your cunt. his pierced dick made things even more sensitive, and you moan once you feel the piercing softly graze its way inside of your fluttering orifice.

pasty gummy walls welcome him, and now it’s his turn to bite his lip.

“hng, f- fuckin’ big,” you try to inhale a single breath, and he raises your leg just a bit. it now sits over your hood- and damn it, the angle he has was just brutal.

you just knew you were gonna feel him everywhere.

geto’s obelisk-like girth was wide ‘n fuckin’ tall, you felt him fully and the shaft ring that’s on top of his top continues to kiss against your sensitive throbbing nub.

prince albert to be specific!

it decorates his tip perfectly, making sure to tickle inside of you as he’s feeling you clamp down. “shiiiit,” you slur out your words in a mere whiny syllable, gasping at the curved column of his fat dick search through your walls like a maze. he’s expanding through you and you can’t help but part your lips, squealing before letting off a cute, ‘ooohh!’

your hand prints stick against the pink-stained hood of your car due to the insane amounts of perspiration and you whine once he gives you one biiiig thrust.

just one- and ah!

it rocks your world - literally.

you let off a cute squealing shriek, your legs shimmying a bit from his pressed-up weight.

“atta girl, bare ‘round me, good girl—fuck,” and the warmth you envelop his dick with makes him groan. your pussy was clingy, already so eager to devour him whole.

within a few punctuated thrusts to start, geto’s finally fucking you and each vigorous piston of his honed snatched hips makes your crossed eyes roll back in needy rapture.

his hands now stick toward your sides and you’re just whimpering from his size over and over again.

weighty inches pound into you at full speed, giving you whiplash every time as he impales your sweet greedy cunt. “fuck, mhm,” you bawl a fist against your car, gritting your teeth. riiiight there, the moment his tip smooches its way against that pretty bullseye spot, it’s over. there, he locates a spongy texture with the mushroomy pierced crown of his cock and it earns out a sobbing whimper from you. “ahng! right there, fuck. faster, there sugu.”

“right there, fuuuuck. faster there, sugu,” he mocks your whiny babbles, fully exaggerating.

to hell with him, you didn’t even sound like that but oh, did he enjoy getting on your nerves. just like you did- cute.

geto’s hefty sack smacks back against you from each nudging thrust he creates with his hips. every time, it makes him groan at how your body cutely slams back against him. with how sharp your ass pounds on his dick, those pretty wet sounds singing straight from your cunt- a sound way better than screeching tire wheels. “god, so fuckin’ warm. hah, squeezin’ all around me,” and as his irregular breathing patterns pick up, he leans in to kiss a slope down your neck. “bend over just a bit more- hah. there we go, m- my good girl.”

as your chest continued to lie flat down against your car’s hood now—he’s got you at such an angle to where you feel his cock expand everywhere.

it reaches every depth and rummages through every open orifice or just about near it. “oh my god!” you whimper out, hearing the sloppy sounds of your cunt whistle through the silent night. geto’s hitting you deep, slamming his keen hips into you with such rhythm, and each time he does, your brain short circuits.

tiny invisible stars circle and float over your head as you’re completely dumbfounded, thinking about nothing but how big his cock is and the way his pierced tip just plummets its way in and out of your drooling cunt.

speaking of drooling—you were starting to drool from the slit cracks of your mouth. you couldn’t help it- his dick was out of this world, and maybe you were exaggerating but fuck, you didn’t want him to stop. ever.

geto’s hastily rearranging your insides with just a few inches and it felt oh so good.

it was so good that you forgot the two of you raced together. you forgot about street racing as a whole, and instead, he had you dumb from his dick. “biiiiig fuckin’ stretch baby,” he’d grunt, starting to witness viscid stringy strands glue against each slapping thighs. geto’s dick slips out for a minute and he groans, gradually sliding himself back in.

it’s a sloppy ‘pop’ that rings between your cunt and it’s cute. you were wringing him dry, and with how wet you were, it wasn’t exactly helping things.

geto’s hot breath brushes against the open part of your neck before he gives your ass another playful swat. “fuck, that’s it. fuck back against me, don’t get lazy, uh huh. work those hips baby, f- fuck.”

as you weakly try to sway your ass into him to coordinate in sync with his crazed hips, he holds you in place—pumping inch after inch into you.

his cock sheaths inside between your syrupy-coated pussy almost effortlessly, and you let off a melodic moan the second his tip starts making out with your g-spot.

the pierced bulbous head dared to french kiss against there—making you writhe around him, on the verge of losing composure. you don’t think you’ve felt more sensitive than ever.

geto’s silvery dick piercing probes up and down your pearly clit every few seconds and he grunts at the gripping friction. “suguru…..fuuuck!” and as your words start to get bouncy, more sweet whimpers rose out of your sore throat. “more, more.”

“ungh,” he purses his lips together as he feels your cunt hungrily swallow his cock from top to bottom. with a rough pound, your ass smacks against his base—right near his tender plump testes and he groans.

such power-

even geto’s stunned for a moment, and his head throws itself back. the air surrounding you both starts to feel thick as smoke, and his eyes glance at your exposed backside that’s oh-so-pretty while arched.

all for him, and him only.

geto’s hips were simply maddened, and even he didn’t care about the race anymore.

well actually, maybe he did a little..

your pussy was brimmed with cock — sooo full, and you felt yourself starting to pant quicker and quicker. it’s as if you were having a literal street race with your breathing. geto’s getting lost inside of you, and it’s only a matter of time before his hips turn wildly sloppy.

gloved hands still reel you back into him as he’s breaking sweats within each long millisecond that passes. “pheww,” he’d wipe a sheet of sweat off his forehead, veins bulging in his beefy tatted arms. the drenching grip you had on his dick had him craving more…more of you.

the stoutness of his shaft jackhammers inside of your walls repeatedly until you’re on the verge of breaking yet again. geto grunts, the loud quick snap of his hips bringing him back to reality every time he’s about to go into another fantasm.

“fuuuck, ‘m gonna cum,” his words come out in a quiet rasp, and he claws a hand near the back crown of your head. “god,” his jaw tightens, and geto leans right up close to your neck, panting heavily against the outer shell of your ear. as long tangled tresses of hair freely cascade past his shoulders - all ruffled and messy from his helmet, he groans. “where do ya want it, sweetheart. tell m—”

“insideee,” you whine, barely giving him time to finish his husky words. your legs slightly raise against your headlight as it’s still stretched up and over.

geto’s still hitting you deep - so deeply good, swollen tip massaging every part of your clit and all. dozens of your toes curl up in erotic excitement as your tongue lolls out. you probably looked a sight. “inside, sugu, in- fuckin’- side.”

sassily smacking his lips together, he spanks you. “tch, dumb girl,” and the racer brings a hand to wrap around your neck. with a firm safe grip, his gloved thumb caresses a trail up your neck before he drills into you much quicker.

each snap of his hips draws out harmonic whines from you, gargled moans following out of your throat shortly afterward. the burn that’s twinging near the undersides of his thighs grows more and more intense before he geto lets out a guttural growl.

so……damn….. wet..

your flooding cunt’s slathering all over him, dripping near his base and he can’t help but snicker. “hah, fine. better hold still though.”

“fuck,” you whimper in response, feeling his sharp hips pound into you at such a pace. his rhythm was insane and there was no way in hell you could match his pace.

when it came to geto’s speed- yeah, you’d always lose. sure, you may have won today but when it came to his cock- you were losing with the hasty speed of his hips drilling into you at such miles per fuckin’ hour. .

as his turgid fat tip gives its final thrusting pumps inside of your cunt, geto’s body starts to violently shudder.

oh.. you were about to wring him dry. with a mewling slosh sound leaving the front your folds, you gush out yet again.

but at the same time…. so does he.

geto’s head remained tossed back with his round adam’s apple bobbing out of his throat. gnawing in the inside of his squishy cheek, he lets off a low grunt. his abs cockily flex through the white tee that tucks underneath his half-on leather jacket.

geto pulls out though, and it’s quick like the flash. he doesn’t finish inside to your devastated surprise, and a downturned pout forms on your lips. he huffs, watching such creamy-white amounts gush ‘n goo out in ropes and he sprays it on the outside of your pussy.

“damn,” he murmurs, feeling the awkward needy fidget of your hips. cute. darkened eyes remain on you the entire time and he grabs ahold of his veiny cock, aligning hit pierced tip against your pearled throbbing clit. “heh.. ain’t that a pretty sight,” and he smears it all against your pasty-creamed entrance.

now . . it’s painted with his color, white.

and geto came a lot because it’s still trickling out in ribbony globs, filthily oozing from the thick girthy sides and all like an erupted volcano. his teeth get caught by his quivering bottom lip as he watches such immoderate ropes of cum leave out of him. “such a- hah, messy girl,” and as he’s still lathering his sloppy seed that’s pouring out, sticking wads of splotches between the heat of your thighs, geto squeezes your ass. “awww,” he huffs breathily, noticing a few ivory stains splattered near the pink bumper of your car. “oops. might wanna clean that, sweetheart.”

hours passed . . many hours, and to say that you got fucked stupid was merely an understatement.

suguru geto had the stamina equivalent to a toyota supra MK4. his horsepower was his hips- with the added addition of his cock driving in and out of you.

but oh- you knew he wouldn’t be running out of gas soon.

or would he?

so. . many rounds, geto had you questioning your insanity the entire time, all because of his dick. if it was one thing he knew how to do, it was to fuck.

whether it involved his tongue or not, he knew how to make you feel good. it was one of the many things he excelled at, truly.

the only thing that got in the way was his cocky smug ego. every few seconds, he’d boast and remind you for the umpteenth time that your win was an unruly cheat, a hoax, or that he just couldn’t see the finish line because of your pink fucking smoke.

of course, geto didn’t say that part, that would have been him admitting that he lost the race and his pride couldn’t let him admit that he lost fair in square—

but your pussy could.

“hngh,” he falls back against your front cottony plus seat. geto grunts with a scowl entrapped in his thoughts. you pushed him - the audacity.

both of you were still sensitive but you had a tiny trick up your sleeve. “got some.. nerve,” and with low-dropped eyes, he watches you align yourself on his swollen pierced tip yet again.

he’s soft-flaccid, and he was pretty ran down. maybe now, geto was finally starting to run out of gas. with sweltering reddened lips smearing together, he watches you pick back up his expensive helmet, putting it over your head. “oh, gonna ride me while wearing my helmet, yeah? do your wors— oh.. fuck.”

his priggish words come to a not-so comedic halt the moment your cunt slams down on his cock. geto was still sensitive and he slouches back against your programming warming seat, dark eyes rolling back.

“goddamnnn,” and as your hips swerve around in circles identical to 360 car donuts, he sees you touching yourself while wearing his helmet. “fuckin’ brat—god.”

“aw,” you mock the exact faux caring tone he did to you earlier, making him touch you by bringing his shaky rubber hands toward your chest. geto’s fingers feel against the cropped top you wore, squeezing at your jiggling neglected breasts. “c’mon, sugu. i gotta guide your hands now too?”

“tch, shut up,” he groans, his heavy-sunken base sticking near your skin. dried splotches of cum glue against your sheeny ass as your hips continue to whirl ‘n rotate. you were unpredictable—you moved and jerked while he sat there with the most pussy drunken expression. geto lowly grunts, already feeling his balls starting to tighten up. he was trying to stop a sleazy grin from forming and oh.. was your cunt just making it impossible. “shit, ‘m not gonna last. s- still fuckin’ sensitive…. fuuuckk.”

the pink honda’s loud grumbling engine resounds through the echoey walls of the isolated garage with only the sounds of sheer skin slapping and a mixture of grunts following afterward. without thinking, you lift his helmet off of you, leaning in to kiss him and he returns the gesture almost right away.

geto’s lips were a tad bit delayed once they pressed onto yours. its a small yet cute detail- how he’s so pussy drink that he could barely crash his lips onto yours. as he’s moaning from your hands feeling on his burly tatted arms, his tongue sloppily delves into your mouth with no rhythm whatsoever.

maybe you were crazy, but you think you heard a whimper leave from his lips as he tried to nibble on your tongue. geto grunts, feeling that same pressure from earlier build up and fuck.. you were about to make a mess out of him . . . again!

his dick stills itself inside of you and his hands continue to roam down your body, further and further away from your jostling bouncy tits. “fuck ‘m cumminggg,” he’d moan between sultry kisses as stringy strands of saliva entangle with one another.

wetly, they form a web of sheeny lustrous cobwebs. geto’s foot rests against your bedazzled hard brake pedal before within seconds, he cums again.

this time, inside.

but it’s different this time- so so different.

it feels tenderly warm..

such hot gooey amounts dribble inside of you, spraying further inside your precious womb and you hum at the feeling.

his pierced cock fitting real nice and snug inside and you moan into his mouth, cocking your head in different directions as you trap his lips with another steamy kiss. “mmph.” a muffled whimper gets caught against your lips and you can already start to feel the whiteish searing ropes of fresh cum trail down the insides of your thighs. geto feels you slowing down on his lap—still buried balls deep, and he grunts in defeat..

soon, embarrassment overtakes him once he realizes how early he finished.

it’s a lot, again.

a thick load splatters heavily inside and past the inner lining of your cunt and he’s shivering underneath you. once you finally break away from his lips, your eyes meet his.

geto’s staring back at you, and you don’t see that cocky sly look in his eyes that everyone else sees.

right now, he looks…needy, and you think you broke him.

“what . . ?” he grouses, his hands still attached to your waist. his grip- it was gentle and tender a rubber thumb softly caressing down your curve. geto wasn’t ready for you to leave the garage, at least not yet.

“say it, pretty boy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss near his chin. your touch - it drove him mad.

never in a million years would he, suguru geto- have thought he’d get humbled by a rookie . .

humbled by you.

geto’s shooting straight daggers at you, but you can tell how flustered he is because he breaks eye contact a second later. you’re making him nervous, the same feeling he was making you at first when you had your first encounter with him.

as geto’s still warmly buried inside, he grunts once you take it upon yourself to softly wrap a hand around his throat.

oh- you were a mere tease, mimicking his exact movements from earlier. slightly wide-eyed and all, geto stares at you. and as he does—there’s that familiar glimpse of brattiness glimmering in his irises again.

you fucking turned him on..

“heh, f- fine then,” he stammers, heaving every few seconds to catch his irregular breaths. his body felt like it was on empty. no more gas left in him and that same cunning grin that plastered on his lips slowly started to fade.

geto’s not so cocky now, and in fact— he lets off a soft quiet whimper once you start to grind against his lap.

shakily, his hand squeezes your ass before finishing his sentence in a shaky defeated rasp.

“you . . fuckin’ win, sweetheart,” and you let off a sweet gasp once a loud smack! interrupts the moment, his hand swatting against your ass. “mhm,” geto grunts, “didn’t s- say stop. finish ridin’ me, sweetheart,” and his gloved finger swirls itself inside of your stuffed full cunt before pulling it right back out.

again, he’s filthy.

and even while being in such a state, geto brings his fingers up to his lips, slowly poppin’ them into his mouth before tasting the concoction mixture of both bittersweet messes. your syrupy cum and his.

quickly, he presses the tips of his rubber fingers toward his uvula, before staring at you with a greedy smug expression. he’s panting harshly, still trying to get over how you just outrode him literally, and he laps up his fingers right in front of you.

geto reclines your seat back a bit as you still straddled him, and he gives your ass its final spank before tiredly huffing,

“best- two out of three, what do ya say, r- rookie?heh..”

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Our two little girls

Leah Williamson x reader

A/N: My first fic in ??? Idk, please go gentle on me as ease back into this whole world

Warning: mentions of substance abuse.

Summary: Finally getting to pick up you daughter Gracie from the adoption agency; you are met with a surprise.

“Well, hello little Gracie. Was someone too excited to take her nap?” you cooed, lifting Gracie up from the stroller. Gracie immediately smiled as you held her towards your frame, facing Leah. “Hello, my little girl” Leah said, tapping her nose.

Your social worker, Anita, was finishing up the last paperwork you needed in order to bring her home. Gracie was your soon to be adopted daughter, at only 2 months old; she was the biggest sunshine, always being happy and smiley. “Isn’t she just adorable, baby?” Leah said, touching your back softly. You nodded along, busy admiring her little toothless grin with the biggest bluest eyes and her full head of dark brown hair.

Gracie had been removed from her birth mom immediately upon delivery. She was a 25 year old woman struggling with extensive substance abuse. This was why it was decided by the court that she wouldn’t have her any maternal rights over little Gracie, even before the birth. On the other side of the case, were you and Leah. You had been introduced to the adoption process a year ago, and had just a few months ago been added to the list of approved parents. The match between you, Leah and Gracie had been immediate. A few visits with Gracie, and the social workers were convinced that this was the right fit for her.

“Alright mommies, this is sadly the only things she owns. Most of her clothes belonged to her foster parents, and they didn’t want to let the clothes go. Something about being ready for the next placement” Anita shrugged, clearly feeling a combination of annoyance and embarrassment. She handed the backpack to Leah, who gave Anita a sad smile.

“We have plenty of clothes at home for her. The family, they are so excited to meet her. Gifts has been delivered daily since we announced that we were hopefully adding a little girl to our family. My mom was practically swooning over her pictures because she only has grandsons” Leah said, trying her best to fill emptiness of the air. Anita smiled as she nodded and let out a relieved sigh. Leah reached for the diaper bag you had brought along with the stroller, pulling out a little pink fleece suit with bears printed on them. The suit was handed over to you, and you started putting her feet into the outfit making her look even more adorable than before.

“Have you gotten her room in place yet? It must feel exciting to finally bring her home” Anita smiled, looking over at you who had just managed to get Gracie’s suit on. “Yes, Leah painted two room just in case the newborn voices her opinion about the interior design” you giggled, teasing Leah.

Leah playfully rolled her eyes at you before shaking her head. She couldn’t believe how soft she had gotten even before Gracie was yours.

“Actually, I painted two rooms in case she has an opinion about the layout of our home” Leah corrected, making you let out a few laughs.

“Mama is being silly isn’t she?” You cooed at your daughter who by now was ready to leave, all dressed up as a tiny yawn escaped her lips. Anita smiled at you, admiration sparkling in her eyes. This was the part of her job that she loved.

“So, are we set to leave once we sign the papers? The car is parked next to the closes parking lot, so it’s gonna be a little walk. But we love being outside, so you will learn to love it ” Leah said, smiling at Gracie.

A few months ago, you had gotten the call on a random Wednesday. Initially, you hadn’t answered your phone as you were in the middle of a workout with you and Leah’s team. It seemed rather unlikely that you would receive a call only a few weeks after being officially approved as adoption parents. Your phone had kept ringing for an extended period, for so long that when Leah went to the locker room to change her shoes; she heard your phone buzzing in your cubby. Initially she hadn’t thought much of it, assuming that it was your mother or brother’s girlfriend that wanted a chat, but for once; her curiosity sparked.

That lead to Leah sprinting out of the locker room across the stadium in a frantic attempt to locate you. “Y/N! Your phone! It’s ringing!”’she shouted out across the gym earning a few odd looks for her teammates.

She made her way over to you even jumping over a few pieces of equipment before handing the phone over to you. “Hello, Y/N Williamson speaking” you said, moving away from the crowd. The woman on the other end was a social worker, Anita, who was letting you know that just in a few weeks; a little girl would be needing parents, and you seemed to be a good fit.

That day, you and Leah were excused out of training early. It had been a discussion, a short one, but a discussion about the timing in the whole of this. It was summer, and the baby’s arrival was to be scheduled around September. Initially, you wanted an older child. Ideally around 3-4 years old, but a call to your parents was all that was needed before you felt confident that this was right for you; both your moms promised to help out on game days until she was a little older.

After the decision had been made, you rang up Anita who made arrangements for you to be notified of the birth. The plan was for you to meet Gracie just a few days past delivery before she would go into foster care for a few weeks until most of the paperwork had been processed through.

Leah had immediately taken to nesting after the call was over, and made an executive decision to pick a paint for your daughter‘s room. 2 hours later, you walked out of the store with everything you needed in terms of painting and preparation with a mission to paint Gracie’s room soft pink.

The following day, Leah had the day off while you had some partnership meetings to attend. When you arrived home that evening, instead of one pink room; you had two. “I didn’t know if she’d like the room upstairs better than the downstairs” Leah shrugged, paint on her nose. “You are spoiling her already, darling” you said, wiping her nose. “Oh, our daughter is gonna be spoiled in all the right ways love” Leah followed up, kissing your cheek.

“Actually, there is just one thing I wanted to discuss with you” Anita said, as she sighed visibly upset. “There is someone that wants to say goodbye to her, and I understand if you don’t want that”. Leah shook her head “of course she can say goodbye, it must be hard for a mother to let go of her child no matter the circumstances”.

Anita shifted in her chair, as you held Gracie close feeling worried about what would happen if her mother wanted her back. The adoption hadn’t gotten through just yet, but you had gotten temporary guardianship over her. “Well, it’s just that it’s not her mother, it’s her sis-“ Anita’s sentence was cut short by a loud bang and a little girl tumbling into the room.

“No, I need to say bye to my sissy before she’s gone forever and then she will never remember me!” The little girl yelled, working to get back up on her feet. A young woman followed behind her, looking stressed.

“Paisley, I told you we have to wait. Please come back here” she huffed, immediately grabbing the toddler who broke out a pout. You and Leah shared a look, both feeling rather confused on the situation. Gracie who was still in your arms, was lifted over to Leah before you slowly walked towards the little girl. The little girl almost instantly hid behind the woman’s legs, feeling scared.

“Hi Paisley, do you want to came and say goodbye to your sister?” You asked squatting down infront of her. Paisley nodded slowly, chewing on her pointing finger. She looked up at the woman who gave her a nod, and Paisley practically threw herself onto you. Your arms wrapped around her as you stood up, carrying her over to Leah who was now situated in the couch.

“Are you her new mommy?” Paisley asked, peaking over at her sister. Leah nodded slowly, holding Gracie so that Paisley could see her. “Yes, we are both her new mommies. My name is y/n and this with Gracie is Leah ” you introduced, sitting down next to Leah with Paisley in your lap.

“Is her name still gonna be Gracie? My social worker said that often new families give you a new name” Paisley asked, gently reaching forward to touch her sister cheek. “Yes, she’s still gonna be named Gracie” you confirmed, feeling sad about how kids get their names stripped from them.

“Woah, she’s lucky! When Anita find someone that wants me, then she says I’ll maybe have to get a new name. I hope someone will want me one day too. Do you have parents?” Paisley asked curiously, now feeling more relaxed in your arms. “Yes, I do”, you confirmed.

Paisley’s eyes widened, “Woah! So Gracie will have a grandma and a grandpa?” She asked, touching her sister’s hair. “Yes, she’ll even have nephews, aunts and uncles” you expressed, the warmth of you family filling your heart.

“Gracie, you are lucky” Paisley sighed, withdrawing her arm back. She scooted down to the floor again, moving to stand in front of Leah. “She’s so cute” Paisley squealed.

You and Leah shared a sad look. A night with a few glasses of wine and a sad movie about siblings losing each other had led to a promise of never spilling a pair of siblings, ever.

“Hey Paisley, how about I put Gracie on the playmat and you can play with her for a little while” Leah suggested, urging for you to get up with her. Paisley nodded eagerly, sitting down nicely on the mat before Leah placed Gracie next to her.

Anita stood by her desk, slightly reddish in the face clearly embarrassed. Leah looked at you, and you nodded thinking exactly what she was thinking. The pair of you moved to Anita’s desk.

“Anita, we cant just spilt a pair of siblings”’Leah sighed, looking over Paisley who was playing gently with Gracie making her giggle. Anita looked at you with sad eyes. “I understand” she said, reaching out of the backpack that had Gracie’s belongings in it. “I’ll see if I can find a foster family that wants to take in Paisley, she’s been rejected multiple times and families has sent her back because she’s a handful. I cannot imagine finding a family who wants her and a baby.” Anita said, sitting behind her desk. Her hands moved toward her face, before rubbing her face in distress.

You looked over at Leah, who stood admiring the two siblings. Guilt crept up on in a way that made it feel like she was being eaten alive.

“Leah, we can’t let this happen. We already have two already painted rooms” you whispered to her, “look at them, they need each other” you pleaded.

Leah looked like she was on edge about the idea, close to boarding the ship. “Buy baby, it’s a big responsibility. What if it’s too much?” Leah whispered, reaching for you hand. “It won’t be, we have our families and our teammates that we can lean on for support”. Leah still didn’t seem on board with the idea, but by the look of her face; you could see how she by every smile and giggle that Paisley pulled out of Gracie, she was one more thought away from agreeing with you.

“Mrs.Williamson, it’s full understandable that you won’t go through with this adoption. I will find someone to care for the pair of them this evening, that’s why Paisley came here regardless.” Anita apologetically said and that shot a spark in Leah.

“Wait, Paisley doesn’t have anywhere to go? No fosters?” Leah urged, suddenly seeming more onboard with the idea.

Anita sighed again, “no, sadly not. I got a call last night to pick her up asap, but I begged them to give me until today”.

Leah bit her teeth together thinking of the little blonde begin shuffled around between families for ages.

“You know what? We’ll take her” Leah spat out, looking at them. Anita broke out in a relieved smile.

“Wonderful, you can bring Gracie home now. Bianca, please take Paisley out to the playroom” Anita asked, making you and Leah feel confused.

Paisley looked up at Anita and Binca. Her whole body shifted, suddenly seeming like the smallest most unwanted being on the planet. Her eyes started filling with tears, slowly moving to where Bianca was situated.

“No, we are cleared to both foster and adopt, right? Is there any way we can bring Paisley with us too? As a fosterhome?” You suggested, hoping that Leah wouldn’t protest it and that you had read her correctly.

“Foster with the intent to adopt” Leah corrected, instantly grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze. You flashed her a shy smile, hoping that this wasn’t something you would regret.

“Mrs.Williamson, she’s a handful. Lots of energy, and she has caused several homes to quit fostering” Anita ushered, trying to keep her voice down.

“Respectfully, we both work as professional footballers. I’m sure there is a way to make her energy work in her favour.” Leah expressed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well,if you are sure; that settles it. Would you like to break the news to her while I make some quick calls?” Anita asked, pulling up her phone. You nodded eagerly, excited to go from a two person family to potentially being four.

You looked over at Leah while Anita excused herself out of the room with Bianca. The two girls were back on the playing mat together. Leah grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Last chance to pull out, baby” you whispered, Leah shook her head. “My two little girls, our two daughters” she whispered, familiarising herself with the phrase.

“Hey Paisley” Leah said squatting down in front of her. “Yes? Is it time to go already? I’ve barely said goodbye!” Paisley complained, standing up before crossing her arms with a big pout on her face.

“How would you feel about coming home with us and Gracie?” Leah asked, awaiting the young blondes response. Paisley looked up at Leah as she tilted her head to the right, her facial expression confused.

“Like coming to visit? Like a sleepover?” Paisley asked, clearly thinking about what it would mean. Leah smiled again, brushing Paisley’s hair out of her face. “Like coming to stay at our home with your own room, and then we can see if we are able to make it forever” Leah confirmed, awaiting the girls response.

Paisley’s eyes widened, eyes becoming glossier by the second before she shot up and launched herself around Leah’s neck. “Like, I can call you mommy just like Gracie can? Or is that just for Gracie? That’s okay, I don’t mind calling you Leah and Y/N” Paisley urged, bouncing on the ground. Leah looked over at you, still holding the young girls frame. There was a gaze shared between the two of you. Life was about to take an unexpected turn, but perhaps that unexpected turn was just what you needed. Perhaps Paisley was gonna be the missing piece to your puzzle.

“You could call us whatever you like, P”

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Terror Camp is hiring!

We are looking to expand our volunteer staff for this year’s conference.

We have two job listings based on our current needs, but if we receive a lot of great applicants there is the possibility we’ll split up these responsibilities into 3 or even 4 separate positions.

Terror Camp is a fully volunteer, remote, asynchronous workplace (with occasional sync meetings as schedules permit). We communicate over Discord and organize our documentation over Notion and Google Drive.

We are looking for people who can devote up to a few hours a week, depending on the time of year. Commitment increases around the times of Submission Opening (June 1), Submission Closing/Acceptances (September 1-Oct 1) and the conference itself (early December).

Terror Camp looks great on your resume. You can say that you volunteer for a successful community-led online history & heritage conference with an audience in the thousands!

You don’t need to match the job descriptions perfectly in order to apply. If your experience doesn’t match up but you think you’d still be good at the job, please apply anyway!

Here are the positions we're looking to fill:

🎨 Designer 🎨

Terror Camp is seeking a dedicated Designer who will:

Ideate and deliver a new evergreen brand identity for TC that can be revamped and reused each year

Including logo, logotype, color scheme, font families, and other brand assets for use on web, social media, and printed merch

Be an proactive team member with strong communication skills, able to quickly and regularly deliver new graphics for promotional use on social media and in email marketing

Help design an evergreen/permanent collection of merchandise as well as a limited-edition collection for this year’s conference

Assist our Webmaster in revising our website & email marketing templates to fully match new brand identity and meet best practices for UX

Potentially work on print layout for a Terror Camp book or zine (TBD)

This job would be a good fit if you:

Work or have worked professionally or semi-professionally as a graphic designer; or are a hobbyist designer with a standout portfolio

Have experience working with both digital and print assets

Have a working knowledge of web design best practices and HTML/CSS

Have experience with Photoshop, Illustrator, InDesign, Canva (but not ONLY Canva, sorry) and Wix or similar WYSIWYG ESP/site builder

The Designer will report to our Assistant Director/Webmaster, & will also collaborate closely with our Marketing Lead on graphic assets for social media and with our Merch Lead on preparing designs for print.

To apply, please fill out this form.

💬 Communications Coordinator 💬

Terror Camp is seeking an enthusiastic Communications Coordinator who will:

Own Terror Camp’s main email inbox and oversee all direct communication with attendees and interested parties

Respond promptly to inquiries including:

Requests for past recordings

Requests to join the Discord

Questions about schedule, programming, submissions, guests, and other conference topics

Catch inbounds to social media inboxes (Tumblr, X, Bluesky, Insta) & answer or redirect to email as appropriate

Act as coordinator/assistant for Marketing Lead, with responsibilities including:

Scheduling pre-written content

Assisting with ideating and drafting content, proposing content ideas

Cross-posting content to multiple platforms

Consistently and frequently engaging with social audiences (finding content to repost, replying to people, etc)

This job would be a good fit if you:

Work or have worked in any digital customer-facing environment; have experience with support tickets and/or ongoing user communications; have run social media for brands or institutions; are an efficient and clear writer able to work creatively within brand voice guidelines

Have successfully and sustainably moderated Discord servers, Tumblr communities, social media for other fandom projects like fests, zines, and charity events

Can spare the time and attention to respond to inquiries and turn around new social media posts in a timely manner

Are prepared to represent the Terror Camp brand professionally and maturely in digital public spaces

The Communications Coordinator will report directly to our Marketing Lead.

To apply, please fill out this form.

If you have any questions about these positions, please email us at command [at] terror [dot] camp!

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doodlegraveyard · 4 months ago

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Pretty pretty please tell me you have pictures of the other Winx’s dorm bedroom like you did flora and I love your art by the way it’s so cute and detailed

Hi @spectrum-007 ! I’m glad you liked it, I have the doodled out plans for the other girls rooms but if I’m honest backgrounds and environment design is something I really don’t think is my forte. The flora room sketch was me forcing myself to practice lol. I’ll share the rest of them but I might redesign the dorm rooms a bit more (I really tried to base the floor plans on the original canon but I think I might change it for my own version)

Clean version of flora’s without her in front of it:

And the ‘base’ dorm I saved without flora’s stuff in it. One of the changes I made is I decided I wanted to make the Alfea dorms have standard furniture provided, like most dorms irl. This is a fun contrast from Cloud Tower, where rooms aren’t assigned and it’s a lot more freeform.

Here’s Bloom’s half of her and Flora’s room. I imagine they keep these suites the whole 3-4 years at Alfea so they get pretty lived in, but I did my best to keep Blooms side feel more……earth-y

i know getting rid of Musa’s piano bed is a sin but honestly who brings their own bedframe to a dorm situation. I really like her little mixing station at the desk there and idk how legible these doodles are to anyone else but there’s some little easter eggs and story things hidden around

Tec’s side of the room. I was a little less certain about what I had going on over here but in combination she and Musa have a lot of mood lighting lol

STELLA!!!! I don’t remember if I forgot that her room gets a little loft area or if I Decided to make it the same layout. I love it in here. I didn’t get to Aisha’s but I actually intend to have her move in here with Stella - I always thought that was a missed opportunity! They have princess stresses in common but are so different in almost every other way, and Stella particularly is the one who accidentally rubs up against Aisha wrong when she’s new and insecure in the group - having them share a space would be so sweet…

((As you can see, Stella is the only one who brought her own bed frame. Because she Is That Extra))

I’m probably gonna redo these and custom floorpan their suite so I can understand the internal consistency.

#winx #winx club #winx club redesign #winx bloom #winx stella #winx flora #winx musa #winx tecna #winx alfea #asks #spectrum-007

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olenvasynyt · 3 months ago

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I know my fellow artists and creators have been frustrated with the rise of AI on Pinterest and Google. Many of us find it difficult to serch for good references, tips, and general inspiration for art. So I want to share my collection of good, free websites for artists, designers, film makers, and creators so we can create without ugly AI images staring in our faces 🙌

Sketchfab

An incredible source for references. Has a huge collection of 3D animals, architecture, interior rooms, vehicles, food, objects, furniture, nature, memes, characters, etc etc etc. You can literally find several insanely detailed 3D models of the Notre Dame (this one is insane) Models can rotated at any angle as well as zoomed in and out. You can also change the view of the model to be matcap with flat, colorless planes, wireframe, or base color as opposed to fully rendered.

Cons: there are many uploads that are random and incredibly specific, which overwhelms the search. Can be excellent for game designers who want to download models but for artists looking for drawing references, you might have to dig a bit for what you want. Can be so fun for playing around and using crazy fun references for practicing.

Designspiration

As a photographer and graphic designer and someone who can doomscroll on pinterest forever, this is my favorite for finding inspiration for everything: typography, logos, product mockups, illustration, photography, web design, etc. Has an amazing feature where you can search for art with specific hex codes! Probably the coolest feature I’ve seen in search engines, and by far superior to google's color search. This site is mostly for design inspiration, but I feel like if you are super into moodboards, then this is the site for you too especially with the beautiful selection of photography.

Cons: I have no cons, I love this website so much and I used to be addicted to pinterest (still am actually😬) but this is easily my new favorite

Public Works by Cosmos

Thousands of artworks enter the public domain every year, and this website is a search engine for other 100,000 of those copyright free works. All of these works are free to edit, use, and sell with few restrictions.

Cons: I personally find the layout for the search feed a bit frustrating to look around in sometimes, because it’s not the typical "scroll up and down" website. But is very dynamic and overall fun to explore.

Same.energy

This is a good visual search engine that’s a good replacement for Google images and Pinterest. The minimal words makes it simple and easy, and clicking on an image you like to filter the feed to find similar images.

Cons: this is in beta so it still have some kinks to work out. It seems to struggle with specific searches and some of the images brought up in the search can be repetitive or not relevant.

Reference Angle

A website for finding face references in any specific angle and any expression for any gender and age.

Cons: I would love this website more if it gave you the ability to customize the light source, but sadly is not an option. I also feel like there is not a lot of racial diversity in the photos, and some of the images do not match the specific angle. But it is overall a great source for face references

Virtual Lighting Studio by zvork

A good source for light studies. You can change the source, direction, color, and brightness as well stacking several light sources on top of each other.

Cons: there isn’t a way to angle the face or change the expression, so it is permanently in portrait mode. There are four different models and I’m not the biggest fan of some of them…I like the black guy the best because he looks at me kindly instead staring into my soul like the two white guys. The ads are also a bit obnoxious and for the love of god DO NOT USE IN MOBILE!!! The ads are impossible to get rid of.

Film Grab

An archive of stills from a huge list of movies. Good for film makers, photographers, art studies, moodboards, inspiration, etc. Has a huge selection of movies and you can search by movie, director, costume designer, aspect ratio, year, genre, and country. You can also hit random post and it'll give you a random movie, which I think is really fun.

Cons: I do not recommend mobile. The mobile does not have the option to search for a specific movie, so you're forced to scroll through the giant A-Z list of directors or films to find the specific film you were looking for. Another con that I just discovered: a big-ass ad on the top of the website that occasionally advertises AI websites 🤢 (not shown on the screenshots I shared because ew)

Unsplash

Another image search website that has the feeling of Pinterest

Cons: some images are locked for premium only, and the feed is a bit frustrating to scroll through on mobile since they show the images one at a time instead of as a nice collage like pinterest. Some images can also be irrelevant to the search.

Sending lots of love to my fellow artists and creative peeps out there. AI sucks and it feels like it's overwhelming the creative space. But I promise there is a way to avoid it! Keep creating 💕

#fuck AI #artists on tumblr #graphic design #photography #digital artist #small artist #art inspiration #art inspo #digital art #moodboard

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warhelm · 2 months ago

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GRIMOIRE IDEAS

Hello! This is one of my first posts -- a massive list of various topics to research, journal, or examine in your grimoire / book of shadows! I've compiled a lot of different ideas here. Most references made will refer to the Greek Theoi, but can be easily refit to any deities or spirits you work with. Not everyone will believe in the same things I do, or be interested in the same things, and you can ignore and repurpose this list however you wish. Warning -- this is a very long post!

☆ Book Blessing

☆ About the Author / Witch -- Can include your name, basic information, what witchcraft you practice, your belief system, your personal tarot, your birth chart, etc

☆ Quotes / Poetry

☆ Deities / Spirits / Heroes you Work With -- As many pages as necessary! Their domains, any myths involving them, their sacred symbols and animals, epithets, their family tree / relations, offering / devotion ideas, etc

☆ Your Favorite / Important Myths

☆ Common Terminology / Vocabulary

☆ Types of Prayers

☆ History of Witchcraft

☆ Types of Offerings

☆ Tarot / Oracle Cards -- Meanings, associated gods, associated elements, planetary associations, and any spreads you use

☆ Rune Divination -- Meanings, layouts

☆ Zodiac Signs -- Common traits, elements, symbols, dates, constellation, modality, ruling planet, etc

☆ How to: Read a Birth Chart

☆ Chinese Zodiac -- Common traits, years, lucky/unlucky numbers, lucky/unlucky colors, lucky/unlucky flowers, etc

☆ How to Anoint Items

☆ How to Enchant Items

☆ How to Dress Candles

☆ Correspondence Cheat Sheets -- With common intentions, including career, money, growth, health, love, protection, etc

☆ Crystals -- Owned, their uses / associations, crystal care, gem water, grid designs, and crystal cleansing

☆ Dice Divination

☆ Types of Moons -- Blue moon, black moon, new moon, dark moon, the monthly moons, and the moon phases

☆ How to Make Moon Water

☆ How to Make Sigils

☆ Alchemy Symbols

☆ Recipes -- Be it for cooking, potions (edible!), chapsticks, perfumes, etc

☆ Important Dates -- Solstices, equinoxes, eclipses, holidays you celebrate, anniversaries, birthdays, full moons, the wheel of the year, etc

☆ Magic 8 Ball

☆ Familiar List -- Basic info, their favorite foods and treats, favorite activities, sleep schedule, personality, etc

☆ Weekdays -- Associated planet, colors, what types of magic is best for which days, etc

☆ Color Magic

☆ Types of Witches

☆ Lucid Dreaming

☆ Astral Projection

☆ Oils -- Available / owned and their associations

☆ Incense -- Available / owned and their associations

☆ Psychic Abilities -- Identifying what your own abilities are, researching the various types of psychic abilities, and how to better enhance which abilities you want

☆ Reality Shifting -- Vocabulary, types of shifters, methods of shifting

☆ Elements -- Associated symbols, dry/wet hot/cold, colors, properties, cardinal direction, zodiac, minor arcana, and other correspondences

☆ Planets -- Solar order, properties, associated weekday, associated gods, numbers, colors, elements, etc

☆ Coloring Pages

☆ Sacred Geometry -- Usage, platonic solids, vesica piscis, flower of life, seed of life, metatron's cube, the golden ratio, etc

☆ Theban Alphabet

☆ Ogham Alphabet

☆ Mood / Habit Tracker

☆ Pendulums

☆ Casting Bones

☆ Counterclockwise vs Clockwise

☆ Ceromancy (Candle Wax Reading)

☆ Numerology

☆ Palmistry (Reading Palms)

☆ Scrying

☆ Pentagram vs Pentacle

☆ Bucket List

☆ Shufflemancy

☆ Candle Spells

☆ Spell Jars

☆ Sachets

☆ Powder Spells

☆ Knot Magic

☆ Libanomancy (Smoke Readings)

☆ Candle Flame Readings

☆ Animal Symbolism

☆ Shape Associations

☆ Affirmations

☆ Breathing Exercises

☆ Grounding Exercises

☆ Cleansing

☆ Daily Rituals

☆ Intention Setting

☆ Visualization

☆ Automatic Writing

☆ Important Resources

☆ Full Moon Rituals

☆ Your Family Tree

☆ Tasseography (Tea Leaf Reading)

☆ Local Magical Locations

☆ "This or That" Page

☆ Craft Ideas -- Witch's ladder, witch's bells, prayer beads, candle making, pressed flowers, bookbinding, wand making, custom runes, portable altars, etc

++ Journal Entry Ideas:

☆ Log your dreams, and analyze their symbols and meanings

☆ Log your divination, and analyze their meanings

☆ Write down any spiritual experiences you have

☆ Write a list of things you love and, optionally, why you love them

☆ Make a list of things you hate, and dissect why you hate them

☆ Explore your fears and why you have them

☆ List your favorite songs!

☆ Write about your dreams and goals, both short and long term

☆ How did you get interested in spirituality/religion?

☆ Reflect on past experiences

☆ Make a gratitude list

☆ Write about any monthly, weekly, or daily horoscopes, including their accuracies and inaccuracies

☆ How do you meditate? What works best for you?

☆ What makes you feel safe?

☆ What do you feel are your core values?

☆ Checklist of things you want for manifestation

☆ Write about things you are doing to get out of your comfort zone

☆ What habits do you need to work into your daily life? What habits do you need to rid from your daily life?

☆ How do you connect with your spirituality?

☆ How do you express your emotions?

☆ Write about small things that bring you joy

☆What inspires your creativity?

☆ How do you handle failure or setbacks?

☆ What do you need to work on to further your practice?

☆ How do you handle criticism?

☆ What are your biggest accomplishments?

☆ How do you show love? What are your love languages?

☆ What are your coping mechanisms?

☆ How are you authentic or honest to yourself? How about to others?

☆ How do you differentiate between fear and intuition?

☆ How do you integrate spirituality into your daily life?

☆ How have your opinions and beliefs changed over time?

☆ What practices bring you the most clarity and peace?

☆ Write about any books you’re reading, movies you’ve watched, etc

☆ List the plants, crystals, candles, etc that you have for use

☆ Describe your favorite place in nature and its significance to your practice

☆ What are your thoughts on the relationship between magic and ethics?

☆ Document your thoughts on the cycles of life, death, and rebirth

☆ What are your thoughts on the power of intention and visualization in magic?

☆ What are your favorite methods for grounding and centering before magical work?

☆ Discuss a challenging lesson you’ve learned on your spiritual path

That's all for now! I'll edit this occasionally to add more ideas as they come to me. I hope this is helpful for someone :]!

#grimoire #book of shadows #grimoire inspiration #grimoire prompts #grimoire ideas #bos prompts #bos ideas #bos inspiration #grimoire pages #hellenic witch #male witch #pagan witch #witchblr #witchcraft 101 #witchcraft

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sagaduwyrm · 11 months ago

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On the Grounds Where We Feel Safe

When Tim gets a letter claiming to hold his soulmate, who he's never met, hostage, he's skeptical. It turns out pretty great though. Now if he can just make sure not to make a fool of himself.

We have your soulmate , the letter claimed. It seemed ludicrous. Tim hadn’t even met his soulmate yet, and it wasn’t like Red Robin’s mark had ever been exposed. There was no way some D-list villain could have found whoever it was. Really, he should only be going to this for the chance to catch the annoying asshole.

It just seemed like a weird lie, was the thing. If they just wanted to lure him out, there had to be more believable options. Claiming to have captured one of the other members of Young Justice or another bat would have made the most sense. His teammates went no-contact for various reasons all the time, so it’s not like he could double-check.

But no. They had his soulmate, apparently. It just seemed inane.

They were more competent than expected. Tim snuck into the facility with the ease of long practice, but they must have had magic wards because he tripped some kind of alarm barely a few minutes in. He would have noticed a technological system, but his abilities with magic were more limited, like most bats. In the immortal words of Jason Todd, ‘Just set it on fire and call Zatanna if that doesn’t work.’

Tim was eighty percent sure Jason was the only bat with any real degree of familiarity with magic, but that was neither here nor there. It just made the advice more accurate.

It was kicking his ass now though. Usually he’d be doing this with a team, hopefully with at least one person who could have noticed wards, but he had drastically underestimated the size and threat of this operation.

Generic security guards dragged him through the halls, and he did his best to memorize the layout. He’d taken out the first few thugs, but frankly, he was only human, and he needed to save his energy for something more useful. In the meantime, he pressed the only emergency beacon he had that would eventually worm through the wards to call his family and examined the halls they were dragging him through. The atrocious minimalism and poor layout design were making it irritatingly difficult to keep them straight in his head.

There were four villains in the room he was brought to, three more than he was expecting. One wore a thick cloak she’d probably bought off Etsy and a cheap Eye of Horus necklace, and Tim instantly pegged her as responsible for his magic problems.

“Woooow. You assholes know how to make a Robin feel loved. What’s the occasion? Is it Christmas? You shouldn’t have.” Tim bared his teeth in a smile that had his guards leaning away from him. If he could just get them talking, this would be a lot easier.

One, the leader, threw back her head and cackled. “What’s the occasion? What’s the occasion? Didn’t you read our note? Meeting your soulmate is the chance of a lifetime! We're doing you a favor, don’t you think?” She grinned down at him. He tilted his head, bird-like.

“You know, I’m pretty sure I could swing a better meeting than this. Get some candles, jazz up the place a little bit. Your interior decorating is kind of shit.” Tim channeled the robin spirit of his predecessors and took a shot at annoying them. Instead, the woman’s demented grin grew wider.

“But your blood will look so pretty on the floors! Do you think we’ll kill him or you first? I can’t decide!” Her teeth had red in them, Tim noticed. She turned to the guards at the door. “Bring him in!”

Fuck. So they did have a hostage. Probably some poor civilian who’d got dragged into these assholes' lark and was going to need years of therapy after this. Fuck his life.

A few tense minutes later the guards walked back in carrying a black teenager maybe a little taller than Tim between them. He was struggling, doing his level best to kick at their ankles and jab at their kidneys, but the mercs didn’t even shift. Tim was grateful the hostage was a fighter at least, that could make it easier to evacuate him.

The lead villain strolled over to the civilian. Honestly, Tim wasn’t sure why the rest were here. They practically faded into the walls. She seized the boy’s chin and he tried to spit at her. She laughed. “Our little witch spent months divining for this! Ready?” She cackled and dragged his face over to meet Tim’s eyes. They both froze.

His eyes were green, Tim noticed, and lined thickly in black, like kohl. They dug into Tim's chest like his heart was moving to make room for another, two hearts beating as one. Everything felt more vibrant and alive. Tim couldn’t breathe.

The leader was still laughing, he noticed distantly. She had slumped back against the wall to keep from falling over, and her entire body shook with contortions. Her eyes were bright with bloodlust.

Tim was fucked. He was so completely fucked. Not only because this guy was stupid pretty and he could practically feel his higher brain functions turning off, leaving him a steaming pile of bisexual goo, but because his soulmate was barely five feet from a villain who practically dripped insanity, and he still had thirty seconds to go before he got his hands untied. Absolutely, completely, and totally fucked.

The other boy had stilled when their eyes met, but he tensed again as one of the other villains stalked towards him.

“I knew it,” the man snarled. “I knew it. I wonder, if I hurt you, will Red Robin bleed?”

The boy's eyes widened before hardening. Tim desperately hoped he didn’t do anything stupid. His call signal still needed more time to get through to his family.

“Don’t damage him just yet!” the leader called out. “Start with his fingers and toes, we want this to last .” Her grin was alarmingly demented.

The other boy finally had enough. “Yeah, let’s not.” He kicked out at the ankle of the guard holding onto him, causing the man to release him. At the same time, Tim made his move. Fuck, civilians with no sense of self-preservation were the bane of any vigilante, but it being his soulmate was somehow worse. If he could just get over there in time—

A rush of sand curled up around the boy, as if from nowhere, and launched the villain near him into a wall. His eyes glowed golden, and his stance indicated some training. Not a civilian, then.

Tim kept moving. He dumped half a dozen taser bugs on anyone in reach, leaving them keeled over on the ground, and darted forward. The guards had left the door open when they brought the other boy in. Tim grabbed him and launched out the door, practically carrying him, while the boy did something over his shoulder to hold off pursuers. The way out was blocked, but the facility was huge. They eventually managed to lose the villains, tucked up in some kind of meat locker. They curled up against the walls, catching their breath.

“You know, this was not how I expected our first meeting to go,” the other boy said.

Tim laughed, “I’ll be honest, with my luck this isn’t really a surprise.” The other boy snorted. He was beautiful when he laughed. It was an ugly sort of giggle, the kind the media would mock a person for, the kind his parents trained out of him as their heir, but it lit up his face in a way that made Tim stare. He belatedly remembered to introduce himself. “Red Robin.”

“From Gotham, right? Call me Pharaoh.”

Tim squinted at him. He was putting on a good show of confidence, but there was a tenseness to his body that couldn’t be hidden, and some of the summoned sand floating near him was curling into tight knots. “Haven’t heard that code name before. You new?”

Pharaoh waved his hand in a so-so gesture. “It’s mostly just that I stick to my hometown. We’re tiny, so we stay off the radar. And I usually manage to stay out of the news anyway.”

Tim nodded, but his eyes sharpened. Deliberately keeping out of the news wasn’t exactly a red flag, but it usually indicated something about the person in question. If you had a code name that you were clearly used to, but didn’t use for the public… There weren’t exactly any conclusions he could draw yet, but he tucked the knowledge away into the back of his brain anyway. “Do you have anyone you can call?” he asked.

The boy grimaced. “Not really. Two are out of the country, one doesn’t carry a phone, and the other is the only person back home right now and I can’t ask her to leave.”

Reasonable. The bats refuse to leave Gotham without at least one of them too. “I sent out a call, but it’s going to take a bit for it to get past the wards.”

“Can I see? I might be able to speed it up.”

Tim handed over his beacon. “You’re a magic user?” He was guessing sand-manipulating meta, but magic made sense too.

“Uh-huh. I’m not the greatest with wards, but I am a dab hand at tech,” Pharaoh said while prying open the beacon. As he held it, golden light crept from his hands into the wires, forming shapes that looked like some of the hieroglyphics his parents used to obsess over. Tim was vaguely surprised. Constantine had once mentioned that there were only a few people in the world who could do any kind of technomagic. Even the magic on his gear was secondary to the tech rather than embedded in it.

Tim got up and started looking around the room as Pharaoh worked. They couldn’t stay here for long. He moved some furniture around to block the door. It should collapse on the head of anyone who tried to get in. He shifted one of the ceiling tiles around and found there was a good amount of space between the floors. Perfect.

Pharaoh shouted in delight and Tim turned to see the connection light on the beacon turn on. Assuming there wasn’t some kind of emergency, they should have backup reasonably soon. The other boy was still grinning, “Dude, I think I’m in love with your tech. This is amazing.”

“If you like that you should see the batcomputer.”

“Can I? I do most of my stuff on a PDA I retrofitted, this is so much better it’s not even funny.”

“A PDA?” Tim blinked in confusion. How would you even—? He shook his head and gestured at the ceiling. “We need to get moving. They’ll have an easier time finding us if we stay here.”

Pharaoh nodded, still smiling from his apparent enjoyment of working with basic tech with little to no computational abilities. He clambered his way up with apparent experience. Tim wondered what kind of problems his hometown had that they needed a magic user who could do parkour.

Where Pharaoh needed a lift Tim scampered up. The sorcerer whistled quietly. “What kind of training do you even have?”

“Assasination, mostly,” Tim said as he started leading the way through the crawl space, carefully showing Pharaoh where to put his feet to make the least amount of noise.

“I thought bats didn’t kill?”

“Knowing how to kill is actually more useful in not killing people than not knowing how to kill, believe it or not.” Lady Shiva hated that.

“Huh. That sounds useful. I have to use specific spells when I want to just knock someone out, and I’m not as good at them so it’s a bit of a pain.”

“You like magic?” Data gathering, data gathering, if he was asking questions he wasn’t thinking about how nice Pharaoh’s voice was or how pretty his eyes were.

“Yeah. It’s like a puzzle, you know? There’s a lot of similarities to coding if you had to argue with the computer the whole time.”

Tim snorted.

They stilled at the sound of someone passing under them, and when they were gone Tim turned around for a second. “Hey, what do you think about picking some of these guys off?” He’d originally planned to keep them out of the fight until backup arrived, but he was getting the impression more and more that Pharaoh was competent enough to keep up for a bit.

Pharaoh grinned, and it was a sharp, unkind thing. For a moment he looked as regal as a king about to declare war, and Tim wondered if there was more to the code name than he had assumed. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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“Where are they?!” the leader of the villains roared. “The facility is completely locked down, they couldn’t have gotten far!”

The guards winced and opened their mouths to explain when the door slammed open and one of the other villains ran in. He was bleeding, with weeping sores up and down his arms and crush damage on his fingers. “They’re picking off the guards!”

“What? What the fuck happened to you?” The leader screamed. The witch villain, who had been melting into the wall, ran over to attempt healing magic. The others barely noticed her.

“Three-quarters of our men are unconscious, and won’t wake up. And that little ‘civilian’ soulmate tried to crush me with sand!”

The witch spoke quietly. “He must have cursed you too. This isn’t healing.” The villain looked down at his wounded arms and screamed. Golden hieroglyphs climbed their way out of the blood and up his arm, and he felt his body go numb. Within thirty seconds he had keeled over unconscious except for the occasional scream, like he was struggling with nightmares wherever his mind had gone.

“No no no no no! This was supposed to be it! Our big break! You!” The leader turned to the witch. “You said he was a civilian! This was supposed to be easy!”

Out of nowhere the ceiling above them crumbled and down came several bats and members of Young Justice. When they finally got the beacon it took them almost an hour to get to the location, leaving them tense and ready to take it out on Tim's captors.

“I hope we aren’t interrupting anything!”

The door banged open again as they finished mopping up the remaining villains and mercenaries. Red Robin and a boy in civilian clothes tumbled through the door.

“Hey! You’re late!” Tim yelled.

Robin hissed at his older brother. “You needed help to save a single civilian then?”

Tim grinned an unholy grin. “Oh, right. This is Pharaoh. He’s my soulmate.”

The room burst into yelling.

#fandom #danny phantom #fandom stuff #dpxdc #batman #dp x dc #dc #tucker foley #tim drake #technogeek #soulmates #pharaoh tucker #meet cute #this is better than the last one I promise #happy pride 🌈

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angelseraphines · 2 months ago

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ೃ⁀➷ chapter two ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ season one | episode one | part two

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! please note this is a squid game fanfiction featuring original characters! read more about the main characters in this post and see the story masterlist for other chapters, i hope you enjoy reading! 🤍 read the previous chapter here!

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah sat on a worn wooden bench in the gloomy park, her phone grasped in her trembling hands after ending the call with albina. the night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and fallen leaves, yet she hardly noticed. her thoughts were elsewhere, tangled in the conversation she had just had. she couldn’t fathom the kind of life her cousin lived, the effortless luxury, the endless choices of designer handbags and clothing, the frivolous worries about which pair of heels best matched an evening gown. it wasn’t resentment that carved itself in her chest. no, she would never wish misfortune upon albina. if anything, she was grateful her cousin had never known the kind of suffering she had endured. but still, the contrast between their worlds was staggering.

˚ ༘♡ her phone screen lit up again, breaking her trance. an email notification. her heart sank before she even opened it. a bank statement. another overdue payment. another month without even touching the mountain of debt looming over her. her lips parted in a shaky exhale as her eyes scanned the familiar words, outstanding balance, interest accrued. seventy million won. she had taken out too many loans, grasping at any means to cover her mother’s medical expenses and keep a roof over her head. it hadn’t been a choice. it had been survival.

˚ ༘♡ although, these days, survival was slipping through her fingers. her grueling twelve-hour shifts as a waitress barely covered her rent and food. each paycheck disappeared the moment it arrived, leaving nothing for the debts that only grew larger with each passing month. she had never told albina about this. how could she? her cousin, who had never worried about money a single day in her life, could never understand what it was like to live on the edge of ruin.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah lowered her head, her gaze locked onto the glaring numbers on her screen. her fingers clenched around the device as the stress of it all sank onto her shoulders, pressing down until she felt she could hardly breathe. if she didn’t find a way to pay soon, the consequences would be severe.

˚ ༘♡ “excuse me, miss.”

˚ ༘♡ a voice, smooth, deep, and unfamiliar, cut through the silence. seong-ah flinched, her head snapping up in alarm. beside her stood a man, tall and poised, dressed in a sleek black suit that clung perfectly to his frame. his shoes, polished to a mirror shine, barely reflected the dim streetlights above. in one hand, he carried a leather briefcase. he met her gaze with a pleasant smile, his expression courteous. something about him set her on edge.

˚ ༘♡ “sorry, sir, i’m busy right now,” seong-ah muttered, shifting uncomfortably as she slid to the far end of the bench, putting distance between herself and the stranger. a well-dressed man approaching her at night made her wary. his pristine shoes, expensive suit, and charming demeanor didn’t belong in this dimly lit park, especially at this hour. if he was some kind of salesman, why would he be working this late? and if he wasn’t, then what did he want?

˚ ༘♡ “i promise this won’t take too much of your time,” he said smoothly, his tone pleasant but unwavering. there was an ease to the way he spoke, as if he had done this before, as if he expected her to listen.

˚ ༘♡ she watched warily as he placed his briefcase on his lap, flicking open the metal clasps with a crisp click. the case opened with practiced precision, revealing its contents, two folded paper tiles, one red, one blue, and beneath them, stacks of neatly arranged banknotes. crisp, fresh won bills. seong-ah’s breath caught in her throat. she had not expected him to be carrying so much money with him. her gaze went to his face, searching for an explanation, but he only smiled, patient, unreadable.

˚ ༘♡ “would you like to play a game with me?”

˚ ༘♡ her stomach contorted with agitation. this had to be a trick. a scam. but what kind of scam involved this? she forced herself to meet his gaze. “what game?”

“˚ ༘♡ “ddakji,” he answered. “the rules are quite simple. you choose one of these paper tiles and try to flip your opponent’s tile using enough force. if you succeed, you win.” he leaned forward slightly, pushing the briefcase a little closer to her. “the winner earns one hundred thousand won per round.”

˚ ༘♡ one hundred thousand won per round. her mouth went dry.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah’s first instinct was to refuse. she wasn’t foolish enough to believe money came this easily. but as she hesitated, her mind returned to the email she had just read, the ever-growing debt suffocating her, the hopeless cycle of working demanding shifts only to be left with barely enough for rent. she thought of her mother’s hospital bills, the notices piling up, the relentless phone calls from debt collectors.

˚ ༘♡ what choice did she have?

˚ ༘♡ her fingers twitched slightly, but she still hesitated.

˚ ༘♡ the man smiled purposefully, sensing her reluctance. “it’s only a game,” he assured her, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah swallowed, her pulse quickening. maybe it was just a game. maybe she had a chance to win.

˚ ༘♡ “fine,” she said, voice more strained than she intended. “i pick blue.”

˚ ༘♡ he nodded, pleased. “alright then, i’ll take red.”

˚ ༘♡ he stood up, his movements graceful, precise. he placed the red paper tile carefully on the ground, flattening it against the concrete with the palm of his hand. then he stepped back, gesturing to her. “you go first.”

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah stared down at the folded tile, its edges slightly frayed from previous games. her fingers tightened around the blue tile. she had never played ddakji before, not even as a child. she remembered sang-woo mentioning it once, something about playing it with his friends in school.

˚ ༘♡ her heart pounded as she raised her arm. she waited for only a second before she swung down with all the force she could muster, slamming the blue tile against the red.

˚ ༘♡ the impact echoed slightly in the empty park. the red tile didn’t budge.

˚ ༘♡ his smile didn’t fade. if anything, it seemed to deepen as he extended a hand toward her.

˚ ༘♡ “you lost,” he said, his voice tranquil and unbothered. “so you now owe me one hundred thousand won.”

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah stiffened. a sharp chill crawled up her spine.

˚ ༘♡ “i don’t…” her voice faltered, her throat tightening. panic swelled in her chest, pressing against her ribs like a vice. she had known, known, this was too good to be true. but she had wanted to believe, if only for a singular instance, that luck might finally be on her side. “i don’t have one hundred thousand won.”

˚ ༘♡ the man didn’t look surprised. in fact, he still smiled, as if he had expected this all along.

˚ ༘♡ “i see,” he murmured, his tone light, bordering on playful. “in that case, you can pay me back with your body.”

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah blinked. confusion melding with a sudden surge of dread. “what?” she whispered.

˚ ༘♡ before she could process his words, before she could demand an explanation or recoil in disgust, his hand came down, fast and brutal. a sharp crack sounded in the empty park.

˚ ༘♡ her head snapped to the side, pain blooming hot and immediate across her cheek. she nearly lost her balance, staggering on weak legs, barely managing to keep herself from collapsing onto the pavement. for a split second, she couldn’t think. couldn’t breathe.

˚ ༘♡ then, slowly, she turned back to face him, her vision blurring at the edges.

˚ ༘♡ the salesman was still smiling.

˚ ༘♡ “what the hell is wrong with you?” she hissed, her voice shaking, half from anger, half from the searing sting on her skin.

˚ ༘♡ “for the amount you owe me,” he said, his tone infuriatingly friendly, as if he were discussing the weather, “i’ll take off one hundred thousand won per slap.”

˚ ༘♡ he cocked his head to the side, watching her with polite amusement. “would you like to play another round?”

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah’s hands clenched into fists. her pride screamed at her to walk away, to tell him to go to hell, to cling to whatever dignity she had left. but then she thought about her mother. the hospital bills. the phone calls from collectors. one hundred thousand won could cover her medication for a few weeks.

˚ ༘♡ her heart pounded against her ribs, hard enough to hurt. “… alright,” she forced out, barely above a whisper. “one more round.”

˚ ༘♡ she lost.

˚ ༘♡ another slap. harder this time. the sting deepened into a raw burn, her skin throbbing under the cold night air.

˚ ༘♡ she lost again.

˚ ༘♡ another blow. the impact sent a sharp pain shooting through her jaw, making her eyes water. she bit down on her tongue to stop herself from making a sound.

˚ ༘♡ again.

˚ ༘♡ her head jerked violently to the side, and for a minute, the world ebbed into a hazy blur.

˚ ༘♡ she could feel her cheek swelling, the skin hot and tender. but she had no time to dwell on it because it was her turn again.

˚ ༘♡ she took a breath. steadied her trembling hands. this time, when she struck the blue tile down, the red one flipped.

˚ ༘♡ she had won.

˚ ༘♡ the salesman chuckled softly, almost as if he were impressed. he bent down, retrieving a crisp bill from his briefcase, and handed it to her. one hundred thousand won.

˚ ༘♡ she should have felt relieved. she should have thanked him. but the stinging pain on her face made it impossible to force the words out. instead, she gave a forced nod, her fingers curling tightly around the bill.

˚ ༘♡ he studied her for a while, his gaze sharp and intrusive. then, casually, he spoke. “you can win much more money by playing games such as this one for a few days,” he said, his voice inviting.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah swallowed hard, her pulse pounding against her ribs, each beat echoing in her ears like a warning. her hands, already quivering, clenched the crisp banknote between trembling fingers. her cheek still ached from the repeated slaps, the lingering sting a painful remnant of how far she had allowed herself to go for money.

˚ ༘♡ this was wrong. all of it. every fiber of her being screamed that she shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be entertaining whatever this man was offering. she forced herself to speak, though her throat felt tight. “i don’t know,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

˚ ༘♡ it was the truth. she didn’t know what this was. she didn’t know who this man really was or what he wanted from her. all she knew was that there was something off, something peculiar lurking beneath his pleasant smile and polite words.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t look disappointed by her uncertainty. without a word, he reached into the inner pocket of his sleek black suit and pulled out a small card, holding it between two fingers. then, with the same unsettling ease, he extended it toward her.

˚ ༘♡ the card was plain, smooth beneath her fingertips. no name. no company logo. just three simple symbols printed on the front, a square, a circle, and a triangle.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah took the card and turned it over. a phone number.

˚ ༘♡ “give me a call,” the salesman said, his voice lighthearted, as if he were offering her nothing more than a casual business opportunity.

˚ ༘♡ then, without waiting for her response, he snapped his briefcase shut with a decisive snap, stood to his full height, and adjusted his dapper suit jacket.

˚ ༘♡ he smiled one last time and bid her farewell before turning on his heel and walking away, his polished shoes clicking softly against the pavement.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah sat motionless on the wooden bench, watching as his figure disappeared into the darkness of the park, swallowed by the night. the card felt heavy in her hands. the night was ominously quiet once again.

⋆.˚🦢⋆࿐♡⋆.˚

˚ ༘♡ albina stood poised, her slender fingers grazing the edge of the vast screen that dominated the private viewing room. the image displayed before her was stark and cold, hundreds of players, clad in identical green tracksuits, stirring awake in the massive, windowless dormitory. their movements were sluggish, confused. some yawned, others blinked away sleep, utterly unaware of the bloodshed that awaited them. ignorant of the fact that, within hours, their numbers would be brutally culled.

˚ ༘♡ dressed in a gown of pristine white satin, her silhouette radiant in the bright glow of the screen, albina looked almost heavenly, an angelic figure in contrast to the cruelty unfolding before her. her pearl earrings caught the light, a soft shimmer against the curve of her jaw. beside her, rurik stood, tall and composed, his presence commanding even in stillness. his dark eyes were fixed on the screen, but his expression betrayed nothing. he had seen this before. orchestrated it before. this was not unfamiliar ground for him.

˚ ༘♡ they had arrived the previous night under the cover of midnight, ferried in discreetly, as was customary for vips of their status. hwang in-ho, the enigmatic front man, had been waiting upon their arrival, clad in his signature black mask, polished and unyielding. his voice had been measured, his words few. he had not addressed them by name. and rurik had warned albina on the plane, his voice low and firm, “do not speak his name. do not ask who he is.” there were rules in this world of veiled horrors, and identity was one of them.

˚ ༘♡ most of the other vips would not arrive until the final rounds, their interests lying solely in the chaos of violence, the spectacle of desperate survivors clawing their way toward the finish line. but rurik had insisted they witness everything. from the very beginning. it was how he conducted his own games in russia, and it was how he would experience these.

˚ ༘♡ their accommodations were nothing short of lavish, private chambers, extravagant dining arrangements, and, most notably, an exclusive viewing room. the centerpiece was the enormous digital screen, offering a live feed of every moment within the arena. no detail would escape them. no scream. no betrayal. no final breath.

˚ ༘♡ albina exhaled softly. rurik was seated on the black leather couch, his posture relaxed but commanding, as if he were preparing for a particularly riveting film. he poured himself a glass of whiskey and rum, the clink of ice against glass the only sound from him. his attention remained fixed on the screen, unmoved by the disorder unfolding in the dormitory.

˚ ༘♡ a fight had broken out before the games had even begun. player 101, a grizzled, broad-shouldered gangster, was throwing his weight around, his voice crude and taunting. across from him, player 067, a younger woman, her willowy frame taut with tension, met his aggression with unwavering defiance. there was something sharp about her, akin to a a blade honed by hardship. player 101 sneered, spewing insults laced with mockery about her north korean origins, before lunging at her with a heavy swing.

˚ ༘♡ albina watched as another player, player 456, intervened, a lanky man with an anxious energy. “i’m seong gi-hun from ssangmun-dong,” he declared, his voice a mixture of forced bravado and genuine intent.

˚ ༘♡ she let out a small sigh. this did not interest her. it was inevitable, tempers flaring, men puffing their chests, the desperate jostling for dominance before the real bloodshed began. a shrill alarm blared, signaling the arrival of the red-clad guards who would soon lay out the rules and begin the waiver signing. she turned slightly, intending to join rurik on the couch, when something on the screen made her stop.

˚ ༘♡ one of the players, standing near the periphery of the scene, player 177. albina stepped forward, her breath held as she leaned closer to the screen, her fingers pressing lightly against the cold screen. the resemblance was uncanny, almost eerie. but it wasn’t merely a resemblance, was it?

˚ ༘♡ no.

˚ ༘♡ her mind reeled. she blinked rapidly, willing her eyes to deceive her. but there was no mistake.

˚ ༘♡ it was her. seong-ah.

˚ ༘♡ a cold shock traveled through albina’s veins, leaving her paralyzed. she stared at the woman on the screen, her cousin, standing amongst the desperate, the damned. the room around her suddenly felt suffocating, the opulence of the private chamber grotesque in contrast to what lay beyond the screen.

˚ ༘♡ what is she doing here?

˚ ༘♡ her thoughts spun back to their last conversations, grasping for any sign, any clue, that could have warned her of this. then, a horrific realization hit her.

˚ ༘♡ a few months ago. albina had been unwell that day, her body aching with fatigue, her mood fraying at the seams. that evening, seong-ah had called, her voice hesitant but hopeful, speaking of money, of a loan she had taken out, of trouble that loomed over her like a stormcloud. albina had barely listened, her irritation quick to surface. her cousin’s pleas had felt like an intrusion, and in her exhaustion, she had snapped.

˚ ༘♡ “i’m not as generous as my father was,” she had told her, cruel and unyielding. “don’t expect a penny from me.”

˚ ༘♡ she had forgotten the incident entirely. prior to his death, her father had always been the generous one, sending money to seong-ah’s family because her mother was his sister-in-law. albina had never needed to concern herself with such things. her father had been a businessman, adept at wealth and power, ensuring she never had to think about money before she married rurik.

˚ ༘♡ and yet now, now her cousin stood in a death game.

˚ ༘♡ how bad did things get for her? how desperate must she have been?

˚ ༘♡ remorse struck albina with a force she hadn’t anticipated, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. her chest ached with something unfamiliar, something raw. she had turned her back on seong-ah that day, ignored her as if she were nothing more than an annoyance. she had assumed the matter had passed because her cousin never mentioned it again. but silence had not meant her troubles were gone. silence had meant suffering.

˚ ༘♡ albina staggered as her gaze caught sight of another familiar face among the horde of players, player 218.

˚ ༘♡ her heart pounded. cho sang-woo.

˚ ༘♡ the older businessman she had seen in seong-ah’s apartment months ago, seated comfortably on the worn-out sofa with the behavior of someone who had been there before many times before. she had thought little of it then, merely a companion of her cousin’s, but now, seeing him here, standing amongst the condemned, her mind reeled.

˚ ༘♡ damn him! it was too much of a coincidence. she was convinced, he had something to do with why seong-ah was in this nightmare, even if she had no proof beyond the sickening feeling derived from her intuition.

˚ ༘♡ she turned swiftly, her voice trembling as she called out.

˚ ༘♡ “rurik,” she said, her tone laced with desperation. she pointed toward the screen, her finger shaking as it landed on player 177. “my cousin, seong-ah, she’s here.” the words came out pitifully, choked with disbelief and dread.

˚ ༘♡ rurik barely glanced up from his drink. his fingers constricted around the glass for a fraction of a second before he leaned back into the leather couch, utterly unfazed.

˚ ༘♡ “so?” he muttered, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “you think you’re the first person to have a relative in these games? every single player here has a family. friends. people who will grieve them.”

˚ ༘♡ albina’s eyes widened in shock. her hands curled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms. “how can you say that?” she hissed, her voice rising. “you married me! she is your family by marriage! you can’t just sit here and do nothing, get the front man, figure something out!” she pleaded, stepping closer to him, her voice breaking. “please, rurik. i know she must only be in there because of that sleazy businessman…”

˚ ༘♡ “who?” rurik asked, his expression vexed.

˚ ༘♡ “player 218,” she spat, barely able to contain the venom in her voice. she turned back to the screen, eyes blazing with fury as she stared at sang-woo’s unreadable face. “i know he has something to do with my cousin being here. what are you going to do about seong-ah?”

˚ ༘♡ rurik took a slow sip of his drink. then, setting the glass down with an air of finality, he looked at her. “nothing.”

˚ ༘♡ a shiver ran down her spine. “what?” she breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. “you can’t do nothing! she’ll die in there! she has no idea what these games really are, she doesn’t know what’s coming!”

˚ ༘♡ rurik let out a deep sigh, the sound ridden with irritation. “this is not my game,” he said, his voice calm, detached. “this is the front man’s game. his rules. we do not interfere. we observe.”

˚ ༘♡ his apathy sent a pang of revulsion through her.

˚ ༘♡ albina’s hands trembled. her throat ached with the force of unshed tears, but fury eclipsed sorrow. “how can you let this happen?” she screamed, her voice cracking as the walls of her control crumbled. “i won’t just sit here and watch my cousin die!”

˚ ༘♡ rurik’s gaze darkened, his jaw clenching ever so slightly. “she made her choice,” he said. “there’s always a choice. she made hers.”

˚ ༘♡ “without knowing the truth of the games!” albina cried, but the words fell into a void of silence. rurik had nothing more to say.

˚ ༘♡ her breathing came in short, shallow bursts as she turned back toward the screen. her hands gripped the edge of the console, fingers white from the force of her grasp.

˚ ༘♡ on the screen, the players stood in anxious silence. the signing of the contracts had ended. the masked guards, clad in red, had begun to file in.

˚ ༘♡ the first game would begin soon.

⋆.˚🦢⋆࿐♡⋆.˚

˚ ༘♡ “please look into the camera!”the cheerful, artificial mirth of the announcer’s voice rang through the air, practically mocking in its brightness.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah hung back for half a second before stepping forward, aligning herself in front of the lens. the players had been herded out of the dormitory akin to sheep, and now they were being documented, processed, for what, exactly, she still didn’t fully understand.

˚ ༘♡ “smile!”

˚ ༘♡ she barely managed one. her lips twitched into a feeble curve, a poor imitation of joy, but her nerves betrayed her. her hands clenched at her sides as the camera’s shutter clicked. it was done. her identity, now neatly recorded.

˚ ༘♡ when she had first dialed the number on the strange business card, the one that salesman had given her in the park, it had not been an easy decision. every fiber of her being had screamed at her to be cautious. to throw it away. to ignore the tantalizing promise of a grand cash prize. but desperation had a way of silencing reason.

˚ ༘♡ she had no safety net. no way out. she had tried to fight, claw her way free from the mess she had found herself in, but there was no winning against a mountain of debt when you had nothing. this, this was her last chance.

˚ ༘♡ as the line of players moved forward, they were guided through winding, almost childlike corridors, a sharp contrast to the growing tension in the air. the walls were painted in bright, primary colors, cheerful reds, yellows, and blues, giving the illusion of a place meant for joy. but seong-ah wasn’t fooled. nothing about this was welcoming.

˚ ༘♡ her feet carried her into the vast, open space where the first game would take place. she stopped short. it was enormous. a sprawling field stretched before her, the ground beneath her feet a shade of artificial green, almost too perfect, too uniform. the high walls surrounding the space were painted with an illusion of blue skies and white clouds, an eerie replica of the real world beyond the island. it was meant to look like freedom, but all it did was remind her how trapped they truly were.

˚ ༘♡ and at the far end of the field, a doll. the figure was massive, grotesquely large, mounted atop a platform with its rigid arms outstretched. it was designed to resemble a young girl, its pigtails swaying slightly in the breeze, its painted eyes unnervingly wide. it looked like something out of a children’s storybook, but there was something wrong about it. something that made her shudder in fear.

˚ ༘♡ she forced herself to breathe, to push past the fright pooling in her gut, and scanned the growing crowd of players. then, she saw him. cho sang-woo, player 218.

˚ ༘♡ her heart raced as she managed to find him among the others, deep in conversation with another man. player 456. she vaguely recognized him from earlier, from that scuffle in the dormitory with player 101 and player 067. she had heard his name then, gi-hun.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah stepped forward, “sang-woo!” her voice carried through the distance, her tone one of disbelief and bewilderment.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo turned at the sound of his name, his handsome, angular features tensing somewhat as his gaze landed on her.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah’s mind raced. this didn’t make sense. the masked men had informed them all of why they were here. money. debt. ruin. they had listed the names of certain players, their staggering financial burdens read aloud for all to hear, a grim reminder of what had driven them here.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo’s name had been among them. his had gasped when she heard it. him? the pride of their neighborhood? the one who had built a life for himself outside of the narrow, suffocating streets he had grown up in?

˚ ༘♡ he had gone to seoul national university, for god’s sake. he was a banker at joy investments. he was supposed to be successful. a man of his status and esteem had no business being here, with the desperate and broken. but he was.

˚ ༘♡ and now, staring at him, seong-ah couldn’t reconcile the reputation of the man she had once admired with the man before her now.

˚ ༘♡ “what are you doing here?” seong-ah’s voice was barely above a whisper, the distress behind her words were suffocating. she stared at sang-woo, her dark eyes searching his weary face for an answer.

˚ ༘♡ the last time they had spoken, he had told her he was on a business trip to japan. she had believed him. why wouldn’t she? sang-woo had always been the one with a plan, the one who had climbed out of the life they had all been shackled to. she had looked up to him. trusted him.

˚ ༘♡ but now, he was here. standing amongst the the ruined. just like her.

˚ ༘♡ before sang-woo could respond, gi-hun, the other man he had been speaking to, turned toward her with unabashed curiosity. his gaze drifted between the two of them before he broke into a teasing grin.

˚ ༘♡ “oh, do you know this woman?” gi-hun asked, his tone amused but kind. his eyes scanned seong-ah with interest before he smirked. “she’s pretty, but a little young for you, don’t you think…”

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo cut him off before he could finish. he adjusted his square-rimmed glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose in a practiced motion. but he didn��t look at her. he avoided her gaze entirely, his expression indistinct. “seong-ah,” he said finally, his voice rigid. “we’ll talk later, okay?”

˚ ༘♡ he wasn’t giving her an answer.

˚ ༘♡ an ember of frustration burned in her chest, but she disregarded it, nodding stiffly. “of course.”

˚ ༘♡ she wanted to press him, to demand why? why had he lied? why was he here? but the encounter was already slipping away. sang-woo turned and strode off, leaving her standing there, her mind clouded with concern.

˚ ༘♡ before she could call out again, the feminine announcer’s voice echoed across the field, artificial and devoid of humanity. “welcome to the first game. all players, please wait a moment on the field.”

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah exhaled. she had been so consumed with sang-woo’s presence that she had nearly forgotten where she was, what was about to happen.

˚ ༘♡ around her, the players murmured amongst themselves, shifting in place. she took a deep breath and forced herself to move, stepping into the crowd, positioning herself among them. the air was thick with uncertainty. then, the voice spoke again. “the first game is red light, green light.”

˚ ༘♡ “you can move forward when red light, green light is being shouted. if movement is detected afterward, you will be eliminated.”

˚ ༘♡ red light, green light? a simple children’s game. her pulse slowed, if only slightly. so that’s what this was. perhaps all of the games would be korean children’s games? her shoulders relaxed only a tad, her body shifting into a stance of quiet readiness. she could do this. everyone here could do this.

˚ ༘♡ “then let the game begin.”

˚ ༘♡ the doll’s head whirred unnaturally as it turned, its mechanical joints snapping into place.

˚ ༘♡ “green light…”

˚ ༘♡ the words rang out, eerie in their childlike cadence. seong-ah moved, cautiously stepping forward, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. around her, players scurried across the field, some hesitant, others rushing as if speed would save them.

˚ ༘♡ “red light.”

˚ ༘♡ she froze. a sharp, piercing sound cut through the air, so loud, so sudden, that it sent a shiver down her spine. what was that?

˚ ༘♡ “player 324, eliminated.”

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah tried to peer past the mass of people ahead of her, but there were too many players, blocking her view.

˚ ༘♡ then, more of those deafening sounds. one after another. then screaming.

˚ ༘♡ it was a chain reaction. players gasped, turned their heads, then panic erupted like a storm. she saw them, the people ahead, suddenly breaking into a frantic run, bolting toward the doors they had entered from.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah barely had time to process it.

˚ ༘♡ the sounds.

˚ ༘♡ the screaming.

˚ ༘♡ the gunfire.

˚ ༘♡ they were shooting the eliminated players. they were killing them.

˚ ༘♡ horror gripped her, clawing at her chest. this wasn’t a game. this was slaughter.

˚ ༘♡ some players desperately pounded on the locked doors, their fists hammering against metal. their cries filled the air, shrill and desperate. then, one by one, their bodies jerked violently as they were struck down by bullets. red mist filled the space where they had stood.

˚ ༘♡ the field was painted in blood. bodies littered the ground akin to discarded toys, contorted and unmoving.

˚ ༘♡ a voice rang out over the chaos, as calm and robotic as before. “red light, green light. you may only move forward when green light is called. if movement is detected after red light, you will be eliminated.”

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah couldn’t move. she couldn’t breathe. her body had locked up, frozen in panic.

˚ ༘♡ “green light…”

˚ ༘♡ the doll turned again. the survivors, those who hadn’t run, who hadn’t been foolish enough to move when they shouldn’t, remained rooted to the spot.

˚ ༘♡ except one. an older man, player 001, stepped forward. casually. calmly. he didn’t even hesitate.

˚ ༘♡ “red light.”

˚ ༘♡ more players moved. more gunfire. more bodies collapsing like broken marionettes.

˚ ༘♡ behind her, a voice broke through her panic.

˚ ༘♡ “seong-ah, don’t just stand there.”

˚ ༘♡ her head jerked slightly, her breath ragged in her chest.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo.

˚ ༘♡ she turned her gaze toward him, hardly able to think, hardly able to comprehend. his expression was calm, but his hands were shaking.

˚ ༘♡ “the doll is a motion sensor,” he said. “it’s tracking movement with its eyes.”

˚ ༘♡ she stared at him. her mind was still reeling, still trying to piece together how he was even here, how he had gotten himself into this mess. but there was no time for that now.

˚ ༘♡ “if you stay behind me, i’ll block your movement from its line of sight,” he added.

˚ ༘♡ she barely nodded, still too shaken to respond.

˚ ༘♡ “green light…”

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo moved forward.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah forced herself to follow.

˚ ༘♡ her legs felt stiff, her muscles uncooperative. but she moved, one foot after the other, shadowing his steps.

˚ ༘♡ “red light.”

˚ ༘♡ she stumbled. for a split second, her body lurched forward, her balance thrown off. she thought she was dead, thought she was about to be shot, but she caught herself just in time.

˚ ༘♡ her hands gripped into fists, her knees locked. she was motionless and most importantly, she was behind sang-woo.

˚ ༘♡ the doll’s lifeless eyes scanned the field, but it did not detect her movement.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah’s pulse thundered in her ears. she had come close to dying.

˚ ༘♡ step by step, cautiously, but with the sheer terror of a person who knew her life depended on it, she followed sang-woo across the field. the closer she got to the finish line, the harder it was to ignore out the horrors surrounding her, the bodies, the scent of blood hanging in the air, the faint gurgles of those who weren’t quite dead yet.

˚ ༘♡ but she kept moving.

˚ ༘♡ “green light…”

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo took another step. she followed. the timer was running low.

˚ ༘♡ seong-ah swallowed her fear and forced herself forward, forcing every nerve in her body to obey.

˚ ༘♡ the finish line was close.

˚ ༘♡ “red light.”

˚ ༘♡ they stopped.

˚ ༘♡ her legs ached from the tension, her entire body locked in a stiff, unnatural stance. the silence was deafening.

˚ ༘♡ “green light…”

˚ ༘♡ a final push.

˚ ༘♡ she surged forward. and with mere seconds left on the clock, seong-ah crossed the finish line.

˚ ༘♡ her lungs burned. her chest heaved with every desperate gulp of air she took. but she was alive.

˚ ༘♡ she turned to sang-woo, ready to say something, anything, to thank him, to demand answers, to scream at him for being here, putting his life in danger.

˚ ༘♡ but before seong-ah could say a word, he looked at her. his expression was unreadable.

˚ ༘♡ then, without a word, sang-woo turned on his foot and walked away. leaving her there, alone.

a/n: chapter two!! let me know your thoughts!! 🤍

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