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yanderedrabbles · 3 months ago

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Yandere Movie Week

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Male Yandere x Fem Reader, 1.7k words

Your dad doesn't like your boyfriend.

Hardly breaking news. The amount of boyfriends who are chummy with their future father-in-law is in decidedly short supply. Like, national crisis level shortage.

Still, you aren't sure why your dad has such a problem with him.

Your boyfriend is sweet. He's charming. He takes your dog out on walks and gets along with your ancient and sour tom cat. He picks you up from school and keeps his hands to himself whenever your pops is around.

He's smart, in his own way. Good with his hands, the top student in your school's auto shop class.

A catch really. Out of your league, if you want to be honest.

But your dad doesn't want to hear any of it.

"Home before ten, not a second later."

"Don't you dare leave the living room when he's here. Either you stay where I can see you, or he doesn't come over at all."

"You're only allowed to drive home from school with him. I don't want you in that deathtrap of his any longer than you need to be."

Your boyfriend takes it in his stride. The only sign that it bothers him is the slight strain in his voice.

"Yes, sir. I'll get her home on time."

"No, sir. We won't leave the living room."

"I drive under the speed limit all the time, sir."

A different man would have given up on you ages ago. It isn't pleasant, being subjected to scrutiny and barley veiled menace every time you want to take your girl out on a date.

Somehow, he manages.

"It's easy," he tells you after yet another uncomfortable dinner with your father, his arm around the back of your seat as he pulls out of your driveway.

"I just keep reminding myself that I'm going to marry you. He'll have to soften up once I have a ring on your finger."

You can't ignore the way your heart jumps when he says that.

"Don't joke about stuff like that."

He grins at you. "Not joking. Gonna make you my wife someday."

You twist your hands in your skirt and tell yourself he's just pulling your leg. You're too young to be thinking about marriage. You need to focus on picking out graduation gowns, not wedding dresses.

Still, it's a nice thing to think about. A silly little fantasy to keep your smile in place when you get home from your date and your dad insists on grilling you. Something to dream about before bed, when the sheets are cold and you want nothing more than to have your boyfriend between them.

He brings it up again on your next date.

"Gold or silver?"

"For what?"

You're at the gun range, your boyfriend polishing up his skills. The crack of gunfire only slightly muffled by your ear protection.

He's reloading his pistol, fingers quick and fast.

"For your engagement ring."

You freeze for a second, and then start giggling.

"Yeah, right. Are you going to ask me if I want cream or ivory tulle next?"

He shrugs, cocking his pistol with a practiced, easy pull.

"I say cream. Looks better with your skin tone."

He gets into a firing stance and aims at the cut out.

"My dad might not even say yes. Have you thought about that?"

He fires. One bullet after the other until the clip is empty. The veins and muscles on his forearms stand out; he's gripping the gun that tight.

When it clicks on an empty chamber, he sets it aside and pulls off his ear protection. The retrieval system whirs as his target gets pulled towards you.

"I've thought about it," he says quietly.

You're about to say something when you catch sight of his target. Bullet holes straight through its forehead, a stray or two lodged in its throat. You count them up in your head and compare it to the amount of bullets you saw him load.

He didn't miss a single shot.

He's good with guns, but you've never seen him this accurate before. What the hell is he focused on, to land every shot?

You look up to find him watching you.

"Your dad will say yes. I know he will."

Your dad doesn't say yes.

You aren't aware of it. All you know is that your boyfriend stops walking you to your front door after school, and that your dad is awfully quiet at dinner for a few weeks.

Your dad doesn't say yes the second time either.

It's a late Friday afternoon. You're at study group with your friends while your father and your boyfriend square off against each other. Sun slanting through the big bay windows and spilling in golden stripes across the carpet.

"You're too young."

"I love her!"

"You don't even know what love is!"

"I know enough. I want to be with her. Is that so wrong? We won't get married right away."

"Not. Happening."

Your father is as tight wound as a hair trigger. Your boyfriend not much better. For a second, your dad thinks the kid might actually be stupid enough to hit him.

Go on, give me a good reason to kick you to the curb, you little shit.

He doesn't. Just pulls in a deep breath and turns to leave, door slamming hard behind him.

Your father sits down with his anger still coiled tight in his chest. Anger, and fear too. There's something about your boyfriend that unnerves him. That hair raising feeling of nails on a chalkboard. Not logical at all, but too strong to just be gut instinct.

Kid looked like he wanted to kill me.

You father has to make a conscious effort to unclench his fists.

When you get home that day, he kisses your forehead and prays that you change your mind about the whole thing. Date someone a little less... strange.

No luck. He hears you on the phone with your boyfriend all evening.

Is the kid really going to let it go? Or is he going to keep asking?

Your dad doesn't get his answer. Two days later, his car goes off the road.

Brake lines wore out and finally snapped, the cops tell you.

It's raining hard when they give you the news, little droplets of water on their uniforms despite their oversized black umbrellas.

You're too cold and stunned to answer them.

It's only when your boyfriend comes over that you manage to speak, to think of a sentence or two beyond, "But I just saw him. How can he be dead if I just saw him five minutes ago?"

He pulls you onto his lap and let's you cry into his shirt, smoothing your hair away from your face.

"It's okay baby, I'm here. I've got you."

It's only after the funeral that he asks the question he's wanted an answer to for months. The funeral parlour is almost empty. Your dad's coffin long gone.

He keeps his arm curled around your waist as you bid the last of the mourners goodbye.

"You never gave me an answer."

You blink at him, thoughts mired in molasses.

"An answer to what?"

He smiles, head tilted in that boyishly charming way of his.

"The only question that matters. Gold or silver?"

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Day 2 - Secret Obsession (2019)

Day 3 - Hush (2016)

Day 4 - The Perfect Guy (2015)

Day 5 - The Boy Next Door (2015)

Day 6 - The Invisible Man (2020)

Day 7 - Til Death Do Us Part (2017)

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tttabii · 2 months ago

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── .한 수강 LUXURIOUS ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა han su-gang x female reader

warnings : smut, minors do not interact, 18+

YOU WEREN'T EXACTLY PROUD of the incident-it goes without saying that the last school was not ready for someone like you. The girl you sent to the ICU was obviously in a position to receive such treatment after months of food being thrown at your back, having your family brought into it, and almost cutting your hair while you were stretching on the gym floor in PE.

Therefore, you don't regret making the decision.

The school board does, obviously, and that is how you apply to transfer mid semester, loosening your hair down, get your attire just right, and paste on a fake sweet smile.

New school, new beginnings. Supposedly.

Except, nobody warned you that you would be walking straight into his class.

Han Su-gang.

The name could have been praised as the gospel throughout the school hallways. Not only was he feared, but he couldn't be touched. He had a sharp immaculate jawline, piercing stare as his hands folded in his pockets were he struts through a corridor like he owned the entire place. In some respects, he owned all of it.

Even teachers looked the other way when he opened his mouth and raised his voice. Students openly talked about him as though he were a legend. A monster. A king.

You weren't sure what you expected walking in that day, but the moment your eyes locked with his across the room, you could tell he was intrigued. His posture leaned back like he was already bored, but the way his gaze followed your every move screamed otherwise.

"I'm Y/n," you said sweetly, your lips upturned just enough to be polite, your eyes bright and warm. You had perfected it-innocent. Harmless. Forgettable.

The teacher nodded, assigned you to the empty desk near the windows... the empty desk next to his. Classes continued, but you could feel it-his eyes on you, Judging. Wondering if you were prey, threat, or entertainment.

Then came recess.

You were rifling through your bag, annoyed. "Where the hell..." you muttered under your breath. Your airpods were gone. You could have sworn you put them right back this morning.

"Looking for something?" a cool, lazy voice asked. You looked up only to see him, Han Su-gang himself, casually perched on the corner of the desk like he lived there.

"Airpods," you said simply, ruffling your hair in frustration, brushing it over one shoulder. His crew had surrounded your desk like vultures, two girls gossiping with each other, and five guys like bumbling guards. You weren't bothered, but you weren't stupid enough to ignore it.

He tilted his head. "They probably fell out. Or maybe someone took 'em."

You looked up at him, not buying the innocent act for a second.

"Why don't you come join us on the rooftop?" he said suddenly, the corner of his lips pulling up in smirk that could be view as charming. "I'll show you what this school is really about."

Flirting or taunting-you weren't sure. But he was hot, and he knew it. He was hot regardless, and he knew it. Just as you were about to respond, a voice from the doorway called, "Y/N, please come to the teacher's office! We need you to finalize your transfer papers."

You got to your feet, shook out your skirt, and gave Su-gang a polite smile. "Well, I guess I'll take a raincheck."

But before you could leave, he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, "I can't wait to see what you're like after hours, jagiya," he whispered just loud enough for his gang to hear, lips barely brushing your skin.

It wasn't dirty, but it felt dirty.

You blinked. A beat skipped in your chest-and then you walked out without another word.

Game on.

The rooftop air was heavy with vapor and smoke-the sun was down low, casting golden light over the buildings, as if it didn't know what kind of things went down on rooftops like this. You stepped outside, the thud of your shoes echoed on the concrete, the poppy breeze tugged at your shortened skirt.

There they were. Han Su-gang's crew.

They all leaned back like they didn't care in the world, casually taking puffs from their vapes, like it was a solemn tradition. The girls laughed and let sweet-smelling clouds exit their mouths. One of the guys was lounging on the ledge, feet dangling off, staring at the circling campus with half-opened eyes.

And right in the center of it all, like a throne had been carved out of concrete just for him-Han Su-gang. You raised an eyebrow as you walked up without a hint of nervousness. He didn't say anything at first, just grinned when he noticed you, walking his eye down your legs... pausing when he saw the edge of a tattoo peeking from your thigh.

The slightest smirk raised at the corner of his mouth.

So much for your "sweet girl" act.

"Didn't think you'd show up," he said, voice low and cool, exhaling smoke as he gestured to the empty seat next to him with a casual pat. "Come. Let's get acquainted."

His buddies whistled, sneering quietly with dumb smiles plastered on their faces like they were witnessing a performance. You took your time sitting down, raising your brows higher like it was boring. "You gonna tell me your name, or should I guess it from the gossip?"

"Han Su-gang," he replied, tapping the end of his vape absentmindedly against his palm before raising himself forward closer to you and adding, "You can try out my surname if you want. It fits you."

You huffed a laugh-more amused than flustered-but you had to admit that the way he said everything breezed through the air so easily you felt a curl of anxiety in your gut. The flirting was straight up real. He extended the vape toward you. You looked at the device and then shifted your gaze to him

"I don't just share this with anyone," he said, very smugly.

You took the vape anyway. "Consider me someone."

You took a drag and let it out slow; the room felt like the air slipped somewhere, but you made eye contact through the fog of mist and smoke. The air changed again, enough that he leaned into you now, only a breath away from your face.

"Not bad," he murmured. "Tough girl, huh? Shame your act's cracking already."

You feigned cluelessness. "What act?"

His hand slid across your thigh, featherlight over where the ink curved out from beneath your skirt. "This one."

Another whistle. This time, a boy had his phone up and was clearly taking a picture. You threw him a lazy glance. "Blackmail already?"

Su-gang smirked, still not taking his eyes off you. "They just want evidence I found someone fun."

You couldn't lie, he was attractive. And even if this was just some warped version of getting bullied, the look he gave you? Like he had already claimed you as his for his own?

Yeah, it made your heart beat a little faster. And judging by the way his eyes darkened when you smirked back at him?

He wasn't immune to you either.

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The teacher's warning faded away in your mind like just background noise, something dull and forgettable. "Stay away from Han Su-gang," she said, with a voice catching genuine concern as well as some degree of exhausted resignation.

But you had already taken a stroll down the halls with him, less than an hour later, while he tossed a bag over the shoulder of some poor kid he had probably convinced to become his personal mule, along with yours.

And you didn't say anything about it, didn't skip a beat, didn't even question it. You just walked next to Su-gang as if you had always walked side by side.

If she misread you as a "good girl," maybe that was on her.

Once your heels clicked out of reach, the whispers began immediately, almost rhythmically.

"That's the new girl?"

"Already in his crew?"

"I guess she's not as sweet as she looks."

And Su-gang- he knew where the stares were directed. He felt the envy. One glance from him, and the guys glancing over at you? Everyone could see their chances dwindle; it was over.

When you arrived at the club that night, the bass thumped through the walls like a second heart. The expensive lights rendered everything in cinematic slow motion.

Champagne foamed in crystal flutes. Cigarette smoke curled around lazy smiles and glossy lips.

You fit into it all like you were born for it.

That tight black dress you wore? Sin. Draped perfectly over your curves, hugging you in all the right ways. Every head turned when you walked past-girls whispering, guys staring like you weren't real.

You were sitting on the plush couch in the VIP area, giggling with the girls while holding a champagne glass. You let out that cute little giggle that you always do when you saw the box of fancy cigarettes sitting on the table. You remember expressing interest in them before, but everywhere you went, they had been sold out.

But here on the table, there they were.

Su-gang made sure of it.

You stood to reach for one of the cigarettes, and before your hand hit the box, he appeared from behind you, pulled you down out of nowhere into his lap, with his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

Gasps and teasing whistles erupted from around the table.

"Yah, Su-gang-" one of the guys started to say before getting shot down from the look Su-gang gave him.

He didn't say anything to you at first, just tucked his chin near your neck, the heat of his breath ghosting over your skin as his hand splayed boldly across your stomach. Possessive. Like he already claimed you.

"Pass the cigarettes," he said, his tone lazy, yet decisive. One of the men in the group grabbed them and handed them to him, fumbling but trying to be quick.

He picked one out for you, and slipped it between your lips the way someone brushes hair from your eyes.

"Don't say I never treat you." He lit it for you, and watched you inhale, your eyes on his the whole time. And for a moment, the whole club disappeared-the music, the people, the flashing lights.

Just you in his lap, the luxury curling between your fingers, smoke on your breath, and power in your smile. You weren't in his world. You were his world.

Su-gang leaned in, his breath hot against Leo's ear. "Let's go somewhere more private," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise that sent a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, unable to resist the allure of the moment. He glanced back at the group of friends who were now fully engaged in their own conversations, the laughter and the music creating a wall of sound that seemed to swell around them.

With a gentle nudge, Su-gang led you out of the VIP lounge, his hand firm but not overpowering on the small of your back. The hallway was a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the club, the dim lights casting elongated shadows on the walls.

The bathroom door loomed ahead, and as Su-gang pushed it open, the cool air hit your flushed cheeks like a slap. Su-gang locked the door behind you two, the finality of the click sending a thrill through your body.

With a sudden urgency, Su-gang felt the need to capture the moment, to seal the intensity of his desire before the world outside intruded. He stepped closer, the warmth of your body radiating through the thin fabric of your dress, and without a second thought, he pinned you against the cold, hard surface of the library door.

His eyes searched yours, a silent question, and in your gaze, he found the answer he craved.

Your lips met in a passionate dance, a fiery exchange of breath and sensation that sent shivers down both of your spines. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer, as if trying to erase the last sliver of space between you.

You felt the softness of his mouth, the rough bite of his teeth, the tender way his tongue explored yours. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and need, a silent declaration of feelings that had been smoldering for weeks.

Su-gang's thumbs hooked into the straps of your dress, and with surprising deftness, he tugged them down, exposing your bare shoulders to the cool air.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, the excitement building as you nodded when he asked for your consent, your eyes never leaving his. His hands continued their journey, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

The fabric fell down, and you felt a rush of vulnerability mixed with exhilaration as his palms cupped your breasts, his thumbs grazing your sensitive nipples.

With a low growl, he bent his head to nuzzle against your neck, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. The sensation sent bolts of electricity through your body, making you arch into him.

He took it as an invitation and began to kiss and bite you gently, leaving a trail of fire along your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts. The sharpness of his teeth sent delicious shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, your breath hitching in your throat.

"Take off your clothes too," you urged him, your voice barely a whisper in the vast silence of the library.

He smirked, his eyes dark with desire, and stepped back. "Whatever you say, sweetheart."

With deliberate slowness, he began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. His muscles rippled in the dim light as the fabric parted, revealing his broad chest. He watched as you eyed him up and down, savoring the way your eyes devoured his body.

As you slipped out of your dress, you felt the coolness of the marble floor beneath your bare feet, a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch.

His gaze lingered on your lacy underwear, and before you could take another breath, his fingers were there, tracing the edges of your panties. He slipped his hand inside, his thumb finding your clit and beginning to circle it with maddening precision.

The sensation was exquisite, making you gasp and whine. Your knees grew weak, and you leaned back against the door for support, your eyes fluttering closed.

Su-gang took advantage of your momentary vulnerability, hoisting you up effortlessly and placing you on the countertop that ran along the far wall of the bathroom.

The coldness of the counter sent a shock through your system, but it only heightened the heat building between your legs. With a fierce growl, he ripped your panties off, tossing them aside like a forgotten piece of paper.

You felt a brief moment of exposure, but it was quickly swallowed by the overwhelming need to have him inside you.

He stepped between your spread legs, his eyes never leaving yours as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor.

His erection sprang free, thick and demanding, and you bit on your lips in anticipation. He didn't waste any time and plunge two fingers into your wet pussy.

The sudden intrusion made you cry out, your hips bucking against his hand as he began to finger you with a fast, relentless pace.

The way his hand moved inside you was almost magical, curling and stroking in a way that no one else had ever managed to do. It was as if he could read your mind, giving you exactly what you needed without you having to ask for it.

The pressure built quickly, and you felt your orgasm approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming.

But just as you were about to reach the peak, Su-gang withdrew his fingers, leaving you gasping for more.

He leaned in, his cock pressing against your thigh, and whispered in your ear, "I want to hear you scream my name when you come."

Before you could react, he positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock playing with your clit, teasing and taunting. It was agonizingly sweet, and you squirmed against the cold counter, desperate for relief.

With a final, almost torturous kiss, he plunged into you, filling you up in one smooth stroke. Your nails dug into his back, leaving trails of red against his skin as you whispered his name, over and over again.

His hips moved with an animalistic rhythm, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. He was so deep inside you, it was as if he was touching your soul, the connection between your bodies palpable and intense.

Su-gang flipped your body to face the mirror, hand reached around to cup your face, turning it towards the bathroom mirror. Your eyes met in the reflection, the desire in them almost feral.

The sight of him behind you, his muscles flexing with each movement, was enough to make you whimper.

You could see the way his cock disappeared into your hole, the way your ass cheeks clapped against his pelvis with every thrust.

It was raw, it was real, and it was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced.

With a growl, he thrusted into you even slower but rougher, making it feel as if every inch of him was leaving an indelible mark on your insides.

You moaned so loud that it was likely that even his friends, who had chosen this moment to place their ear by the bathroom, could hear. The sound of your pleasure bounced off the tiles, mixing with the slap of flesh on flesh.

"I'm gonna cum fuck!" you moaned, the words a desperate plea and declaration all at once. The intensity of your orgasm was building, a crescendo of sensation that had you panting and trembling.

"Can I cum inside?" Su-gang grunted, his voice strained with his own impending release. His eyes searched yours in the mirror, seeking confirmation, a silent question in the midst of the chaos.

You nodded vigorously, the anticipation making your pussy tighten around him.

"Yes," you managed to breathe, your voice a gasp that matched his rhythm. "Do it, cum inside me."

The words seemed to unleash something primal within him. His thrusts grew more frenzied, his hips slapping against your ass with a force that was both exhilarating and a bit painful.

Each smack sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you squirt around his cock and coating him in your juices. He groaned, the sound deep and guttural, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror as he drove into you.

Finally, with one last powerful thrust, Su-gang came inside you, filling you with his warm, thick cum. The feeling of him releasing was almost as intense as your own orgasm, and you felt your walls clench around him, milking every last drop.

Your legs trembled, and you wrapped your arms around his neck for support as he slowly pulled out, the last spurts of his seed painting your inner thighs.

For a moment, you let him sit you up on the counter, panting and trying to regain your composure. The cold wood of the counter was a stark contrast to the heat of your passion, and you shivered slightly.

Su-gang took notice, his expression softening as he carefully helped you sit up. He grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on the counter, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to clean you up. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were handling something precious.

When you were both dressed and ready to leave, your eyes fell on the shredded fabric of your panties lying on the floor. A small smile played on your lips, a silent reminder of the intensity that had just occurred. He noticed your gaze and smirked, bending down to pick them up.

Without a word, he crumpled the ruined fabric into a ball and tossed it into the trash can, his movements still filled with a restrained energy.

The air in the hallway felt heavier than it had minutes ago. You paused for a second, fingers fidgeting together as your eyes met his friend-Ji-won, maybe?

He didn't even try to mask the smug smirk pulling at his lips.

You were used to stares, to whispers, to attention. But this?

This wasn't just about your dress, or the way your heels clicked against the marble floor-this was about the obvious blooming bruises decorating your skin, like Su-gang had marked you on purpose.

Like he wanted everyone to know.

And judging by the way the boys avoided direct eye contact, shifting uncomfortably or biting back grins-they did know.

You cleared your throat and walked past them, your head held high, even if your cheeks burned. Su-gang wasn't far behind, his steps lazy and deliberate, like he owned every inch of the hallway.

"Hyung, you're insane," one of the younger boys muttered under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear.

Su-gang just shrugged, cocky grin tugging at his mouth. "What? She didn't complain."

You shot him a look-part scandalized, part flustered, part can't-help-it smirk. And he looked entirely unbothered, like he wanted them to see.

Like he liked the way you were standing here, slightly dazed, slightly marked up, completely his.

"Let them talk," he said low enough for just you to hear, brushing his hand against the small of your back as he walked past.

"They'll learn soon enough that you're mine."

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 month ago

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Post partum blues but with mafia Norstappen please and thank youuuuu

A/N: Did you know there is actually a difference between the blues and postpartum depression. I always thought they were the same until I took my OB class

Warning: Please read carefully, this does touch on a difficult topic and if you don't think you can read it, please don't

He tried not to worry, he really did, but recently what he thought was left over hormones at the hospital last week was still here, he even talked to the doctor while Lando just said to give it time. You went through something traumatizing, even if mothers say it was the greatest thing, it's still traumatizing for your body and brain to go through, of course there would be some aftershocks.

"Wanna hold the baby, love?" Lando asked gently, his guns strapped to his chest as he needed to leave an go check on a shipment. Lando didn't want to leave you alone, but Max would be home soon, so it wasn't like you'd be alone for long, "No, just put him in his crib Lan," You say gently, trying not to show how panicked you were about being left alone with the baby.

You weren't scared of hurting your baby boy Nicholas, just you were scared something would go wrong and you wouldn't be a good enough mother to fix it. "Okay," Lando whispers and gently places his little boy in the crib and gently kisses him before kissing your cheek. "Max will be home in 10 minutes okay, and I'll be home in a hour...tops," Lando reassures you, as you just bite your fingernails and nod your head, staring at the baby.

"10 minutes, that's it?" You repeat and Lando feels his heart break, "Yes, 10 minutes, if he's not home by then, call me and I'll come straight back," He says and leans forward kissing you. "Okay, 10 minutes," You repeat and turn watching the clock.

Lando slips out of the room and makes a mental note to call your doctor, this wasn't normal.

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You feel the anxiety creep up on you, the tears burning your eyes as 10 minutes come a pass, the time now going on 20 minutes. "He said Max would be home," You whimper trying to stay calm, or else the baby would cry and then you would, and you knew you couldn't deal with the baby crying, because it would end with you just failing as a mother.

You try to stay still, but you couldn't as you pace and think about calling Lando or Max. But you couldn't, they were busy, and they were both leading Mafias. You're Nicholas's mother, you should be able to take care of your own baby, but you couldn't. You're a failure and poor excuse of a mother. You shake hard as you wipe your eyes, the tears rolling before you hear the click of the front door. "Y/n? Baby?" Max calls out and you whimper.

"Max!" You called weakly and stumble out of the bedroom into the hall and see him holding a box from your favorite restaurant. "Y/n?" He asks worried and you sob, hanging your head as you rush to him and collide into his chest. "You were supposed to be home in 10 minutes, why weren't you home?" You sob.

He puts the stuff down and wraps his arms around you, "Shhh, it's okay? Did something happen to the baby?" He asks and you feel that dark though creep up, "No, he's asleep," "Okay, that's good, are you hurt? Did someone say something? Do something?" He asks worry amping up. "Lando said you were supposed to be home in 10 minutes, why did you lie?" You whimper.

He sighs and tugs you closer, "I'm sorry love, I just wanted to surprise you with your favorite food, try to cheer you up," He whispers, "I won't do it again," You sniffle hard as the door clicks open and Lando walks in annoyed but stops seeing you two. "What's wrong? The baby" He asks fear gripping his throat, "No, he's asleep, I....I deviated from my original time home, I was trying to make her happy," Max says pointing at the box of your favorite food.

"Oh," Lando whispers and moves to your back and hugs you gently, "Something is wrong with me," You whimper into Max's chest. Both men look up at one another but say nothing, "We'll go to the doctor tomorrow," Lando says and you nod, "Am I bad mum? I can't even take care of my baby," You whisper, "Can't even stand to be alone with him." You admit.

"No," Lando and Max say at the same time, "There is nothing wrong with you, it's just.....you're still healing sweetheart, and maybe you need some extra help, there is no shame in that, you've got us okay, we're here to help," Max whispers into your hair as you cling to them both, "Okay," "Nothing is wrong, but until then, tell us your limits okay, we'll be sure to listen and respect them," Lando says.

"Just....can you lay in bed with me?" You ask them, feeling like a small child, "Of course we can," Max answers and moves the three of you into the bedroom where Nicholas sleeps peacefully, right where you left him. "Look, see, he's sleeping an safe, you did a good job," Lando whispers and you nod, "He's so perfect, I want to hold him, but I'm scared," You mumble. "That's okay, it'll take some time, but we'll work through it together, we'll be right here," "We'll support you through it all," Max adds, Lando nodding in agreement.

"I love you," You whisper and they smile, "We love you too,"

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currrentfixations · 23 days ago

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one last time — park hu-min

based on this request!

pairing: park hu-min (baku) x fem!reader

genre: angsty but with a happy ending. enemies to lovers.

word count: 4.9k words. kinda got carried away LMAO.

note: not my fifth baku fic in a row 😆 also pretend eunjang is a co-ed school for this lol. and sorry if i got any of the basketball related stuff wrong 😣

masterlist!

as you packed your bag, all you could think about was how tired you were and what a long day it'd been. you were pulled out of your thoughts when the door to class 2-4 was slammed open.

"___!"

you recognised that voice. go hyun-tak. vice-captain of eunjang's basketball team. also your childhood bff, actually more like your bff since you both had popped out of the womb. your mothers were best friends, so naturally it made sense that the two of you were as well.

"tak, to what do i owe this pleasure?" you sighed. you were wrecked from all the new responsibilities you had after being elected class president. you knew hyun-tak had come found you because he needed something from you and you didn't want to add another responsibility to the list.

"i need your help" — called it.

"what? can it wait til tomorrow, i'm exhausted" you'd known hyun-tak was impatient since you were in diapers, it was pointless asking him to wait.

"nope" hyun-tak said, popping the 'p'.

"of course, what can i help you with?" you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"promise you won't get mad?" hyun-tak lifted his pinky up towards you. the two of you had a rule since you were younger, if you pinky-promised on anything, it could never been broken. however, there was no way you were gonna pinky-promise in this situation. smacking his pinky out of the way, you told him just to say it.

"i need you to become the manager of our basketball team."

silence.

you need a second to reboot because you knew damn well he did not just ask you to manage a team that is captained by someone you have held a strong dislike for since middle school.

"i'm gonna pretend you didn't ask that, tak" placing the last textbook in your bag, you zipped it up and headed towards the door.

as you slid the door open, hyun-tak ducked under your arm and stood in front of you, blocking the exit. this was about to be your last straw. shaking your head in annoyance, you told him to get out of your way.

"please! i'll do anything, just please be our manager. if you are our manager, then we'll be able to compete in the tournament." hyun-tak pleaded.

"anything?" you raised an eyebrow, smirking. "okay. i'll do it" you agreed. fear flashed across hyun-tak's face.

"also what makes you think you'll be able to compete if i become your manager?" the only reason they couldn't compete was because their dumbass captain got suspended after getting into a fight. how were you supposed to fix that?

"well firstly you're class president. secondly you're good with teachers, and thirdly you're kinda strict so you'll help with keeping baku out of trouble." were you supposed to be the team's manager or baku's babysitter?

"i'm gonna take you calling me strict as a compliment." ducking under hyun-tak's arm, you walked out smiling.

"wait, what's the condition?" he yelled out, the worry in his voice evident.

without looking back you replied, "you'll find out soon. let me know when the first meeting is, vice-captain".

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as you wrapped your hair in the towel, your phone buzzed. once. twice. then thrice. and then a few more times.

7 new messages from tak tak 🏀

god, he really didn't get the concept of just typing everything out in one message.

tak tak 🏀 [7:42pm]: hey my fav person in the entire world tak tak 🏀 [7:42pm]: first meeting is at 8 tak tak 🏀 [7:42pm]: sorry for the late notice tak tak 🏀 [7:43pm]: meet me at baku's chicken tak tak 🏀 [7:43pm]: also sorry for the location tak tak 🏀 [7:45pm]: also it's just gonna be me, you, and baku tak tak 🏀 [7:45pm]: sorry don't kill me delivered — read at 7:46pm

baku's chicken. he's gotta be joking. you hadn't stepped foot in that place for years, granted you didn't have a reason to after ninth grade, but still.

you stood outside the shop, feeling hesitant to go in. but the frosty wind blowing every few seconds reminded you why you should.

as you entered, the bell rang, letting everyone know of your presence. you see hyun-tak — his face lighting up because he didn't think you'd actually show up, one because of your lack of response to his message and two because of who it involves.

hyun-tak waved you over and while walking over you noticed a red-head sitting opposite him. who the hell was that?

as you slid into the spot next to hyun-tak, a voice spoke up.

"what is she doing here?" you'd know that voice anywhere. looking up, you saw park hu-min. with hot sauce red hair?

unable to hold back, you snorted with laughter. pointing, you asked "did you pour malatang on your hair?"

beside you, hyun-tak shook with silent laughter. "that's what i said" he said, holding his hand out for a hi-five. hu-min glared at you and hyun-tak.

"ha ha very funny."

you sarcastically complimented him, saying he looked soooo good.

"really? don't you think i look like kang baekho" hu-min's face lit up for a second. you couldn't take him seriously, you began to laugh for a second time, pointing and shaking your head 'no'.

"remind me why you're here again" hu-min sneered. that shut you up real quick, was he seriously incapable of taking a joke.

"i'm here because my best friend has asked me to be here. why are you here?" you rebutted. hyun-tak shot you a confused look. right, you were in baku's chicken, a shop owned by hu-min's father. not your best comeback.

"alright guys, calm down. baku, ___ is the new manager of our basketball team. you know since the last one quit because you kept getting in trouble." hyun-tak always acted as a mediator when you and hu-min were close in proximity.

"please tell me you're joking gotak. her? seriously? you couldn't find anyone else." hu-min huffed.

"bro you know she's the only one who can keep you out of trouble" — "yeah only because she'll nag me to death"

the dislike, borderline hatred, you held for hu-min was completely mutual. you had a valid reason for your hostility but you had no idea what his problem was with you.

"stop talking about me like i'm not here and you —" you said, pointing at hu-min, "you underestimate both, my managing skills and my enjoyment in making your life hell".

when you both had been friends, there was never a time where you had done or said anything to make him feel shitty which was something you couldn't say about him. but now that had changed, you hated him. he never listened, didn't take anything seriously, and was just a huge jerk.

"honestly, i think i might just have to stay your manager until we graduate. hyun-tak, what do you think?" you said, smirking at hu-min.

hyun-tak agreed about how great it'd be if you were the team's manager until graduation, all the while hu-min was busy grumbling away.

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you stood in front of hu-min with your arms crossed. you'd been arguing for the past twenty minutes about his hair. all you had said was that it was time to wash the malatang out of his hair, you didn't understand what he was getting so worked up about.

"can you stop being insufferable for two minutes and just agree with me!" you yelled, frustrated. it would be easier to manage twenty five-year-olds than him.

"me? i'm being insufferable? you're the one who trying to dictate my life" he scoffed.

"dictate your life? do you even know what the word dictate means? all i said was to dye your hair back. that's one of the top reasons you can't compete in the tournament right now!" you exclaimed, rubbing your temples.

dying hu-min's hair back to black was the first and the easiest step to take so that the team can be on track to completing in the tournament. once he actually looked presentable, you'd be able to go to his homeroom teacher with him and get him to apologise.

"do you care about your team?" you questioned him, with the way he'd been acting so far it didn't seem like it.

"what is that supposed to mean? of course i do" hu-min didn't like that you had questioned his loyalty to his team. basketball, his team, his friends and hyun-tak were few of the most important things in his life and you doubting that felt like a blow to the stomach.

"well then act like it, and dye your hair back" you remarked. you hoped that this would be the end of the conversation, you had to get back to class before lunch ended and help your homeroom teacher.

as you walked towards the door, hu-min muttered something under his breath. all you could hear was something about walking away.

you turned around, "excuse me?"

"i said, walk away. you're good at that" he declared.

"are you seriously picking a fight because i said something you didn't want to hear? real mature park hu-min" you sighed. shit, you were supposed to meet with your homeroom teacher 5 minutes ago.

slamming the door shut behind you, you stood on the other side for a few seconds. letting out a shaky breath, you wiped your eyes and made your way to classroom 2-4. hu-min's suspension wasn't even over and he was already being difficult.

pulling out your phone, you texted hyun-tak.

you [12:54pm]: i'm out. i'm not managing your team. tak tak 🏀 [12:55pm]: what. why???? pls don't do this 🙏 you [12:55pm]: tell your best friend to dye their hair back to black tak tak 🏀 [12:56pm]: dye your hair back to black you [12:57pm]: ????? tak tak 🏀 [12:56pm]: you are my best friend you [12:57pm]: flattery will get you nowhere tak tak 🏀 reacted '😔' to your message you [12:57pm]: tell hu-min to dye his hair otherwise i'm out. fr. tak tak 🏀 [12:57pm]: yes ma'am 🫡 tak tak 🏀 [12:58pm]: you will see him tomorrow with black hair tak tak 🏀 [12:58pm]: i swear delivered — read at 12:58pm

at least someone was willing to listen to you.

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the next day you decided to get to school early and set up. there was something so peaceful about being alone this early in the morning. no pattering footsteps, no doors being slammed open and shut, no yelling in the hallways. you felt calm.

7:20am, you had fifteen minutes before students began showing up and fourty minutes until school started. you decided to head over and stick up the plan you'd made for the team in the basketball room. it mainly consisted of them practising, but you added in team dinners and outings to boost morale.

as you entered the room, you remembered the argument you had with hu-min yesterday. you still couldn't understand what his problem was. it was obvious that he would have to dye his hair back, and you knew he wasn't stupid enough to think he'd be allowed to compete with red hair.

still what he'd said stuck with you — "walk away. you're good at that" — you tried to convince yourself he said it because of stress about the tournament but you couldn't. you couldn't shake the way he'd said it as it was something that wasn't up for discussion.

"baku!" you heard hu-min's name being yelled out several times.

"go back to your classroom guys, get ready for class!" wow, and he had the audacity to say you were dictating his life.

it was now 7:50am, you had ten minutes to go talk to hyun-tak and make it back to your classroom.

as you inched towards class 2-7, you could hear hyun-tak and hu-min's voices drifting out into the hallway.

"why do we have to play a practice game with ganghak high?" — "your precious manager isn't doing anything, so i took the first step. plus a true master doesn't care about who he plays." he hadn't even seen you and he was already sizing you up.

you stood outside waiting for them to finish. "well then we can play another team. we don't want anyone to get hurt" — "you chicken."

looking into the classroom, you could see that hyun-tak was visibly agitated, and hu-min, as always, was making a joke out of it.

shifting back, so you couldn't be seen, you realised hu-min had dyed his hair back to black. thank god hyun-tak got through to him. that was one less thing you had to worry about.

checking the time, you noticed you only had four minutes left. as you walked in, hu-min was putting hyun-tak in a headlock while hyun-tak was frantically trying to tap out.

"what's this, are we under attack?" hu-min taunted, holding his hands up.

"ha. ha. very funny. i've put a plan up in the basketball room so make sure you guys follow it. —" sighing, you continued "nice to see you dyed your hair, clearly you didn't want to listen because it was me who said it."

"you're right" he agreed. that shameless jerk.

clenching your fists, you added "by the way, you don't have to play against ganghak high. their manager called and cancelled. i got you a practice game with yuseong high."

you turned around, walking away quickly. but you were just slow enough to see hu-min shit-eating smile drop and hyun-tak poking his tongue out at hu-min.

you - 1, hu-min - 0.

while speed-walking back to your classroom, you noticed si-eun and jun-tae heading towards where you had just left. you didn't know about si-eun — he wasn't really a people person and had kept to himself since he transferred — but jun-tae wasn't one to be late.

unfortunately, you didn't have time to wonder about what they were doing, you had a minute to make it before you'd get chewed out by your homeroom teacher.

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"lee ___, please report to the teacher's office." your name could be heard over the loudspeaker. excusing yourself from class, you rushed over.

upon entering, you saw hu-min and hyun-tak along with si-eun and jun-tae lined up.

"hi sir, i was called?"

"yes ___, these four were caught fighting at the underpass yesterday. i need you to go volunteering with them and supervise." what? you looked over at hyun-tak who was hell-bent on avoiding eye contact with you. he hadn't mentioned anything this morning.

why you? you weren't even there yesterday, plus you barely had any connection to the guys who stood before you — except for hyun-tak, but he wouldn't have mentioned your name.

"you don't want to? hu-min said you won't mind" — of course he fucking did.

in the end you agreed, given the situation you were put in, it was difficult to say no. the teacher requested for you to stay back and you watched as the four of them exited in silence.

you knew what this was about. you had spoken to their homeroom teacher when you'd arrived early. you had pleaded with him to allow the basketball team to compete and he'd reluctantly agreed.

the original plan was to get hu-min to apologise but you were aware that trying to convince hu-min to apologise would be like trying to put out a fire by adding oil. it just wouldn't work.

"i'm afraid they won't be able to compete ___. they need to learn that their actions have consequences." no no no. this could not be happening. but right now you had to swallow your pride and fix this.

you clasped your hands together. "one more chance. just give them one more chance. i'll manage the team and i promise to keep them out of trouble. if anything like this happens again, you can stop them from competing and i won't interfere. please sir." this was so embarrassing.

you were furious. how were you supposed to manage a team and get them to play in the tournament when the captain and vice-captain won't stay out of trouble.

"fine but mark my words, this is their final chance."

the four boys stood outside, talking and messing around, blissfully unaware. as you slammed the door shut behind you, each of their eyes, one by one, flicked towards you.

hyun-tak was the first to approach you, slinging his arm around your shoulder. "what did teach wanna talk to you about?" he questioned. god, he was really clueless. you shrugged hyun-tak's arm off, telling him to see you at lunchtime while walking away.

you wanted to scream. but you rather not do that in the hallway.

as you turned the corner, you faintly heard si-eun's voice.

"are you dense? she's pissed."

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by lunchtime, you were no longer angry. now, you were trying to understand what compelled you to do what you did back in the teachers office.

it was obvious you'd done it for hyun-tak but there was a little part of you that had done it for hu-min. you just weren't sure whether it was to show him that you were a good manager or because somewhere you cared about him more than you'd like to admit.

hyun-tak had messaged you to come by the basketball court since they were practising. at least the plan you made was being followed.

as the court came into view, you yelled out to hyun-tak.

"GO HYUN-TAK, you are dead meat!" clearly, you were still angry.

"___, my favourite person in the entire world." hyun-tak was nervous. you rarely got angry, especially with him.

"flattery isn't gonna work. are you fucking joking me? you got into a fight and now i have to clean up your mess." your chest puffed up and down, frustration building with every inhale and exhale.

"don't you think you're being dramatic?" hu-min interrupted.

"mind your business." you had no energy to deal with him, not right now.

"it was a misunderstanding, i swear. we resolved it." hyun-tak explained.

"gotak, you don't have to explain yourself to her. she's not your mother."

"baku, shut up." hyun-tak hissed. hu-min's constant interference was only going to make things worse.

"you're right i'm not his mother. if you knew how to look after your team properly and actually cared enough to not get in trouble, this wouldn't be happening right now." the rest of the team had stopped playing.

"what did you just say? what the fuck is your problem" hu-min was seething. you didn't know even half of it, didn't know the reasons behind his fights or the fact that if he had a choice he wouldn't fight at all.

"you are! for once, look beyond yourself."

"god, no wonder you don't have any friends. look at how suffocating you are." the words spilled out before hu-min had time to register what he had said.

those six words transported you back to ninth grade.

i don't like her. she's so clingy and annoying.

tears brimmed your eyes. blinking them back, you looked at hu-min with a hurt expression. he'd gone too far. hu-min knew that he'd gone too far.

while walking away, you heard hyun-tak yell at hu-min. it'd been the first time you'd heard him call hu-min by his first name and not baku.

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the next couple of weeks went by in a blur. you went volunteering with the boys, but mostly kept to yourself.

you did make a new friend though, or friends. you weren't really sure if si-eun considered you his friend but after volunteering you had spent quite a bit of time with him and jun-tae, causing the three of you become closer.

unfortunately, whenever they spent time with hyun-tak and hu-min you never went.

you had barely spoken to either of them since quarrel at the court. you had nothing to say to hu-min anyways. but you couldn't talk to hyun-tak because you were embarrassed. not only because of what hu-min had said, but because of what you had said to hu-min.

whenever you had come to the basketball meetings, you hardly interacted with them, mainly talking to ji-won. all the team dinners and outings you had planned, you sent through to ji-won, letting him take the lead.

on the other hand, hyun-tak felt terrible. it was as if he had lost his other half. you were his twin, always in sync, understanding each other without words. the bond between you and him was natural, something that didn't require effort, something that never felt forced. and he'd felt insanely guilty that he had waited until after you left to reprimand hu-min for speaking to you like that.

the tournament was tonight, both of the boys had stayed out of trouble and thanks to that they were able to compete. you'd decided to go and support hyun-tak, feeling horrible that you had essentially blew him off for almost 3 weeks.

as you reached the basketball court, you saw si-eun and jun-tae sitting off to the side. jun-tae waved you over, putting up your pointer finger you mouthed 'give me a minute'.

you walked up to hyun-tak, tapping him on the shoulder. hyun-tak's eyes widened when he saw you and before you could react he wrapped his arms around you.

"___" he breathed out.

"hi, sorry for blowing you off." you whispered, reciprocating his movement.

"it's okay. just don't do that ever again."

"i won't, i promise. good luck tonight." you laughed, it was nice to hear that he'd missed you as much as you'd missed him.

the tournament went by in a blink of an eye. the sound of sneakers screeched against the ground, the audience cheering for their respective schools, coaches on the sidelines roaring instructions at players.

by 7pm, the final two high schools were left — eunjang and yeo-il.

with thirty seconds left and the scoreboard being 37-39, eunjang needed to score a three pointer to win.

hu-min grabbed the ball, dribbling past the yeo-il players and jumping up from just outside the semi-circle, he shot the ball towards the hoop.

BUZZ — the final buzzer went off, indicating the end of the game.

the number on the score board flicked from 37-39 to 40-39. the crowd erupted in screams. they did it, eunjang basketball team had won.

hyun-tak ran towards you, engulfing you in a hug.

"thank you ___, for managing and keeping us out of trouble, we wouldn't have been able to compete or win without you."

"shut up, it was all you guys! well done, i'm proud of you tak." you were so happy for hyun-tak. it had been a while since you had seen him so happy.

"no seriously. and thank you for what you did that day in the teachers office." you smiled in response. wait, how did he know what you did. that didn't matter right now. "shush, go celebrate with your team." you ushered him away.

class 2-7's teacher had pulled hu-min aside while the rest of the team was celebrating. hu-min had tuned out what his teacher was saying. he was busy looking at the trophy, beaming with pride that they'd won. until he had heard something interesting.

"congratulations hu-min! make sure you thank ___, she had begged me to allow the team to participate in the tournament. rambling on about the fact that she'd keep you out of trouble and what not. and i guess she did." hu-min's eyes flicked up, you had done what?

shit, that had been the same day him and hyun-tak had gotten in trouble and he had been a jerk to you, calling you friendless and suffocating.

quickly thanking his coach, he scanned the crowd for you. unable to find you, he asked hyun-tak who subtly mentioned you had gone home.

fuck. he had to see you. he needed to apologise for being such a jerk.

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as you massaged in your face cream, your phone buzzed.

kang baekho wannabe 🌶️ [9:02pm]: we need to talk delivered — read at 9:03pm

why was he messaging you? wasn't he supposed to out celebrating his win? more importantly, why the hell did he want to talk to you?

kang baekho wannabe 🌶️ [9:03pm]: i can see that you're reading my texts kang baekho wannabe 🌶️ [9:03pm]: are you gonna reply? kang baekho wannabe 🌶️ [9:03pm]: it's rude to leave people on read you [9:04pm]: what do you want? kang baekho wannabe 🌶️ [9:04pm]: to talk you [9:04pm]: no thanks kang baekho wannabe 🌶️ [9:05pm]: please ___ delivered — read at 9:06pm

wow, he had manners. sighing, you grabbed a hoodie from behind your door and pulled it on. sliding on your slippers, you went downstairs.

you saw hu-min sitting on the steps of your apartment complex's entrance. sitting down beside him, you spoke "what was so urgent that you said please to me?"

"i'm sorry and thank you."

you were stunned. you hadn't heard either of those phrases from him since hu-min had accidentally pushed you over on the playground and was grateful you didn't tell the teacher.

"coach told me what you did. why did you?" hu-min knew you'd done it for hyun-tak but part of him wished that you'd done it for him too.

"i don't know. i guess i wanted to prove i was a good manager. don't get the wrong idea, i didn't do it for you" you lied. you were lying through your teeth. you had done it for hyun-tak but you had equally done it for hu-min. you've known how much he has loved basketball since elementary school.

"yeah, of course —" hu-min cleared his throat before continuing, "anyways i'm sorry for being a jerk to you."

you accepted his apology, apologising back, mentioning how you had been out of line for what you said.

both of you sat in silence, before hu-min spoke up again.

"i'm sorry for what i did in middle school as well." you were shocked for a second time.

"wait, you knew i heard what you said about me?" — i don't like her. she's so clingy and annoying. i wish she would leave me alone.

"yeah. i'm sorry i never meant any of it. i thought you had spread the rumour about my parents divorcing so i said all those mean things. but i found out a few months later that it wasn't you who spread the rumour, it was baek-jin."

you were confused, if he found out that you hadn't spread the rumour. then why didn't he come and talk to you?

"why didn't you come and ask me first?" you softly questioned hu-min, worried if you raised your voice, even slightly, it would shatter the moment the two of you were having.

"i don't know, i was stupid. baek-jin kept pestering me, saying i liked you and i got fed up." hu-min hung his head low, defeated.

"why didn't you come and apologise sooner? we've spent almost two years hating each other." you knew the reason, it was because you had already started to hate him.

"i tried, but every time you'd snap at me and then i'd snap at you. so i figured it was better this way. at least you were still in my life, even if you hated me."

"did you like me?" you asked, barely audible, like you had been afraid his response wouldn't be the one you wanted to hear.

"yes i did. i still do."

you felt like the air had been knocked out of your lungs. you didn't know how to reply. were you ready for a relationship? you knew you liked hu-min, you had ever since the day he'd accidentally pushed you over in the playground.

"i don't expect anything from you. but i'd like to be friends again." hu-min's eyes bored into you, patiently waiting for a response.

"i'd like that too. how about we start over? —" you hummed. "hi, i'm lee ___, what's your name?" you extended your arm out.

"hi i'm park hu-min, you can call me baku. do you want to be friends?" hu-min replied, playing along and shaking your hand.

"sure! can i call you min instead?" you smiled.

"i'd like that a lot." min was a nickname you had called him growing up, and nobody had been allowed to call him that except for you. it was reserved only for you.

standing up, you dusted yourself off. "i heard you won a tournament today? you should go celebrate with your team, captain."

"okay, i'll see you tomorrow at school?" — "i'll see you tomorrow at school, min" you said, waving hu-min off with a smile.

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"ohhh hyun-tak, remember when you said you'd do anything if i managed the team? its time to uphold your end of the deal."

"you need to perform BTS's Just One Day for me" you said, giggling.

hyun-tak groaned in response, he disliked dancing. you ushered him towards the court which would be his stage for the next four minutes.

clicking play on your phone, you, hu-min, si-eun, and jun-tae intently watched hyun-tak perform. all four of you had been laughing your heads off and you had secretly recorded hyun-tak. it would make great blackmail material for the future.

looking around at your friends, you felt content. your childhood best friend had returned, you had helped both of your best friends win their basketball tournament, and life felt good. it felt normal again.

hope you enjoyed!! lmk your thoughts!

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fuckboy!matt ver. here

⇢ SFW

✱ fratboy!chris who, of course, met you at a party his fraternity threw and instantly decided you were comin' up to his room at some point, even if it wasn't gonna happen that night

" y'look good "

" me? "

" yeah, you— wa's y'name? "

✱ fratboy!chris who's known all too well by girls at boston university, though, despite contrary belief, he doesn't actually entertain most of them... guess you got lucky?

✱ fratboy!chris who's BU's resident dealer, known by every fiend on campus and more

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't fuck with relationship labels whatsoever

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't mess with anyone else, and doesn't want you to either, even though you guys aren't really 'dating'

✱ fratboy!chris who has no problem letting everyone know you're his with pride

✱ fratboy!chris who would rather focus on his lacrosse career than "some shitty college romances", or at least that's how he explains it to you

" and why are you telling me this? "

" jus' thought y'should know... i'on want you gettin' any funny ideas about what we got goin' on here "

✱ fratboy!chris who avoids any conversations about the future, or anything that requires him to even think about committing

✱ fratboy!chris who constantly needs you with him, whether he's just lounging around, at practice/games, or out making moves. ironic, isn't it?

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't call you anything but mama, not even ma, no matter the occasion

" y'see how crazy you're bein' right now? mama, m'jus sittin' here, see? can't stand when y'do allat whinin' shit "

" don't call me mama right now, chris, i'm done with all your fake nonchalant ass games "

✱ fratboy!chris who, even with being admired for his outgoing and charming personality, has such a rotten temper, especially when things don't go his way

✱ fratboy!chris who always says what's on his mind - to you, his friends, random people, anyone - even if it's completely unnecessary

✱ fratboy!chris who absolutely relishes in the respect he has from not only his peers, but the staff as well. humble's simply not a word in his world

⇢ NSFW

✱ fratboy!chris who's big and knows how to use it

✱ fratboy!chris who favors doggy, but can also get down with some rough missionary

" nah, s'okay mama... we'll switch it up tonight, don't worry "

✱ fratboy!chris who likes giving, but loves receiving. the image of your lips wrapped around his length is what helps him to sleep at night

✱ fratboy!chris who's a huge hair puller and thigh slapper (as well as occasional cheek squeezer)

✱ fratboy!chris who will take any opportunity he possibly can to either roll up or puff his joints while you use him

✱ fratboy!chris who makes sure to leave marks. usually where only you two can see, but if he feels like a guy's paying too much attention to you, he'll mark you on your neck or something for him to see

" chris, it's so obvious. how am i even gonna cover this up? "

" don't cover it. i'd like to see m'try an' get in your pants again when he sees allat "

" he literally asked for the material in our class..? "

✱ fratboy!chris who's almost always down for trying something new, but isn't usually one to suggest it

✱ fratboy!chris who loves when you praise him, even if it's unintentional. simple things like "so big," or "so good," really get him going

" yeah, s'good? y'wan more of that good shit? "

✱ fratboy!chris who, to no surprise, is horrible at aftercare.

a/n : i fear this took a lot longer than i thought it would to make... but i'll be making at least one of these for each of my au's since a) i'm unmotivated/don't have time to actually write, and b) want to develop the characters (and some of their pairings) further

-love, grandma cvnty ☆!

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kitorin · 1 year ago

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in which, itoshi rin expresses his love for you in, peculiar ways.

itoshi rin is wearily watching his opponent's highlights when you tug on the sleeve of his hoodie.

he almost rips his earbud out by the wire, contrariwise to the soft gaze he gives you, the slight tilt of his head accompanied by a quiet hum asks you what's wrong.

"were you busy? i can ask later."

"'course not." without hesitation he turns his phone off and tosses it somewhere onto his bed. "something wrong?"

you lean against the coffee table, where the two of you were studying; match analysis for rin and unfortunately an infuriating research task for your upcoming exam. your chin rests on both your palms, fingers cupping your own cheek.

"what's your favourite thing about me?"

owlishly, he stares, then blinks. you mimic his actions, waiting for a response.

"i have to pick?"

you nod eagerly. "it feels like a while since i've properly spoken to you. we don't have any classes together and i've been studying during break times. and i keep falling asleep on the bus."

rin nods with understanding. "then my favourite thing about you is that."

"is what?"

"i love watching you sleep."

it takes a lot not to make a stupefied face.

of all answers you expected, it was clearly not that. rin's love languages centred around quality time and physical touch, but he's still fully capable of uttering sweet nothings. which was something you were desperately craving at the moment.

"rin that's so creepy—"

his typical stoicism melts away into bewilderment. "it is?"

oh my god, did your boyfriend have some sort of strange fetish?

"i don't get it." rin frowns. "it's been making me happy recently, why's it so bad?"

"but why's that?"

lithe fingers brush a few strands of hair behind your ears. "you're always so tired recently, it makes me feel at peace seeing you rest. i'm relieved knowing that you're getting a proper break." his aquamarine irises avoid eye contact, pink dusting his cheeks. "i like having you close to me, too."

guilt permeates your gut for having such assumptions. "sorry for assuming the worst, love." your hand cups his, bringing it to your lips for a kiss. "i'm just busy, with exams and stuff, y'know?"

"i know, and i get that. but i don't like the possibility of you collapsing from not sleeping enough, or burning out. and you deserve to sleep and eat properly, they're important for learning and improvement too."

and rin's right, it just feels as though there's not enough time, with so many exams being stuffed into such a little period. there's the fear of failing, falling behind peers and all the efforts you've put in amounting to nothing because of a mistake.

but as he said, rest is important, just as much as working hard. success cannot be attain with one without the other.

you settle yourself onto rin's lap, resting your head on his shoulder, and back against his chest, placing a small kiss on his cheek. "thanks for reminding me, i'm done for today. let's make the most of tonight."

he responds with a small smile, and wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"i must be really pretty then, if watching me sleep is that enjoyable." you throw out an attempt of teasing him, waiting for his reaction.

"nah. your face kinda squishes up on my shoulder."

"wow. okay. i see—"

"your neck also ends up in the weirdest positions so i usually have to move you around to make sure you don't have too much neck pain later."

"very sweet of you, that's enough though."

"did i mention you drool sometimes too?"

"rin—"

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littlegrapejuice · 18 days ago

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Fan First, Girlfriend Second | IH6

Pairing: Isack Hadjar x Reader

Summary: Isack brings you along to see Jannik Sinner, your favourite tennis player. He might regret it when he notices your attention is not on him, until he remembers that you're his no matter away.

Author's Note: i fear I'll never move on from this🤗 ngl it's kinda best we don't have a pic of them together bc i wouldn't survive it like I'm already unwell enough lol❤️ anyways i hope y'all enjoy this lil thing i wrote in honour of my fav rookie watching my fav player (can we believe i wrote this in less than 24h??)

F1 MASTERLIST🏎

Isack didn’t think much about it when he invited you to come to Roland-Garros with him and his mum.

Following a successful triple header, you and Isack were back in your shared flat in Paris. And what better activity than to go to the tennis tournament that was currently ongoing in the same city?

Isack did not follow tennis as much as you did, but he enjoyed the sport and was definitely excited to see a match with you. Especially when it was one of the semi-finals, featuring the number one player and one of the ‘big three’.

However, he should’ve thought about two things.

One: Isack had never watched a match with you. Not even on TV as you usually watched the tournaments alone while he was either on training or racing.

Two: you were going to see your favourite player.

So with those two factors combined, Isack was in for a treat.

When you arrived at the stadium, you were like a kid opening presents on Christmas Day while Isack was acting way too casual for your liking.

“Isack, on est à Roland-Garros.”

“Je sais.”

“Roland. Garros.” You gestured around you, as a way to emphasise your words.

“Je sais”, he repeated with a chuckle. He was amused at your reaction, finding it cute that you were so excited to be there.

Despite living in Paris your whole life, you had never been to Roland-Garros. When you first started watching tennis, you were still a student. So every year, the tournament was during your last weeks of classes. And you could’ve gone, to be honest. But it was probably not worth it to go watch tennis while you were supposed to study for your exams, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to fully focus on either thing.

So you were truly over the moon to be there for the first – and hopefully not the last – time.

While you were admiring the place and taking pictures of the iconic Philippe-Chatrier court from outside, Isack did a couple media duties with the tournament staff. His mum had stayed with you, preferring to spend time roaming around the stadium with you. She even turned into your personal photographer for a bit, enjoying your obvious happiness. You two then met Isack again a bit before the match would start so that someone would take you to your seats.

When you entered the court, your hand went straight to your mouth. It was even more impressive in person, and you really couldn’t believe that you were actually there. You thought that it couldn’t get any better, but it did when you saw the view from your seat.

The best in the house: slightly above the court, not in the middle, and literally right next to where the players would enter the court. But more importantly, the seat was in the width and not the length of the court.

“Oh my God…” You were so close to the court, you could see the tiny details that made Roland-Garros iconic like the recently unveiled plate in honour of Rafael Nadal or the smooth white lines not yet covered by the clay. “This is crazy.”

Isack was really having a field day watching you look around to take in everything. He didn’t dare interrupt you, noticing how special this was to you. Suddenly, he decided that he would do his best to bring you here every year if it meant that you would be as happy as you were right now.

Soon enough, it was time for the players to enter the court and this was the moment when Isack realised that he should’ve thought more before inviting you to come with him. Because when Jannik Sinner – number one in the ATP rankings and your favourite player – appeared in your eyesight, it was like you had turned into a whole other person.

Isack hadn’t expected it, but you suddenly stood up – which he noticed you hadn’t done for Novak Djokovic – and cheered so loudly that Isack would be surprised if the Italian player hadn’t heard you. He almost felt betrayed, wondering if you were also cheering as loud as right now whenever Isack scored points during a race.

It was then, that Isack realised he didn’t stand a chance against Jannik. Your attention would solely be focused on the match for the next three hours, barely acknowledging your boyfriend outside of the changeovers and in between sets. It also didn’t help that the Italian was playing really well today, which meant that you didn’t want to miss even one point.

Isack wasn’t exactly mad; tennis was one of your favourite sports – if not the favourite, F1 be damned – and he understood that you were simply enjoying the moment. But he had to admit that the way your gaze followed Jannik’s body made him a bit insecure.

Jannik Sinner was objectively good-looking, and Isack knew that you did find him attractive as he remembered you ranting about the hottest tennis players on the circuit. The Italian was taller, leaner, and his confidence on court was one to admire.

Maybe it was a one-time thing. Maybe it was just the excitement of seeing your favourite player for the first time. So Isack let it go and stopped overthinking it. He just enjoyed the match as much as possible, cheering and clapping when a point was well won.

For your pleasure, Jannik won the match after three hours.

“Straight sets once again, wow.” You were mostly talking to yourself, but Isack acknowledged the impressive statistic. You could only clap and cheer for Jannik, truly amazed at his game and the fact that he would play his maiden Roland-Garros final in two days.

“I take it you enjoyed the match?” Isack’s mum turned towards you, a smile on her face.

“Hundred percent yes”, you answered with a passionate nod. “It’s just insane, like– that doesn’t feel real. Merci beaucoup de m’avoir invitée”, you thanked both Isack and his mum. You were truly grateful for them, and would genuinely remember today as one of the best days of your life.

“C’est normal”, she told you before taking your hand in hers. “I’d be a bad mother-in-law and my son would be a bad boyfriend if we didn’t treat you well.”

The smile on your face widened, and you squeezed her hand to keep showing her your gratitude.

You then quickly turned your attention back onto the court, noticing that the mic had already been set up for the usual post-match interview.

While Jannik talked about the match and his opponent, you internally cursed the side of the court where you were seated because you could only see Jannik’s back. Still, you were hanging on to every word the Italian was saying.

In this moment, Isack almost wanted to drag you home and keep you all to himself. But that was until his mum had to make a comment:

“I forgot, but who’s the player we’re meeting after that?” She asked.

This immediately made you turn towards Isack, unsure if you had heard the words well.

“We’re meeting one of them?” You desperately needed Isack to confirm that it would be Jannik, as hope filled your eyes.

“Hmm, yeah…” Isack scratched the back of his neck.

“Who?” When Isack didn’t answer, you didn’t know if it meant that he was sparring you with the disappointment of you not meeting your favourite player. “Isack, qui?”

“We’re meeting the winner”, he admitted. “So, Sinner.”

Those last two words were all it took for your brain to short-circuit. You couldn’t believe it. Meeting Jannik Sinner? You thought. That has to be a dream.

But it wasn’t a dream. Soon enough, you were being evacuated from the court before a staff member found you. She brought you three to a room where you would be waiting for the player, and told you that he would come before his press conference.

“I’m so unwell”, you dramatically stated. “I think I’m gonna be like– hyperventilating or some shit, and faint.”

“You’ll be fine,” Isack reassured you. He gave you a side hug, rubbing your shoulder as a means of comfort.

It seemed to have somehow worked, and you treated it as a win when Jannik entered the room without you crying.

“Hi”, he just said before going to personally greet you individually. "Thanks for coming." Jannik first shook Isack’s mum’s hand, being his best polite self. Then, he dabbed up Isack as if he were his long-time friend. “Isack, right? Nice to meet you.”

“You too, mate. Great match out there”, Isack congratulated.

“Thanks. I saw your recent races, you’ve been doing good in the last couple weeks.”

“Yeah, the triple header’s been treating me well.”

Jannik nodded in agreement before he turned to greet you with a smile.

“Hey, hmm… hi, sorry.” You gulped, nerves taking over you. “Congrats, that was a superb match.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He smiled at you, and you were done for. “You guys were sitting near the entrance, right? I think I noticed you.”

“She’s been cheering for you like crazy, so it’s no wonder. You probably heard her before seeing her”, Isack teased.

“Isack! Chut!” You blushed, not wanting him to embarrass you in front of Jannik.

“Maybe”, Jannik somewhat confirmed with a chuckle. “I won’t complain about having such a lovely fan rooting for me, though.”

Now, Isack was regretting even introducing the topic because you were beaming at Jannik’s words.

Thankfully for Isack, but unfortunately for you, your time with the player was now up due to Jannik having to go to his press conference. Two things were left for you to do: hug Jannik – literally a life goal – and take a couple pictures with him because you needed to immortalise this moment forever.

Then, it was the two athletes’ turn. While Isack and Jannik took professional pictures, you could only admire them. Your boyfriend and your favourite player together? You were definitely printing and framing the photo as soon as you would get your hands on it.

One could have thought that your eyes were on Jannik, probably looking at the Italian and still not believing that he was real – which was kind of true. But actually, you were focused on Isack. The thing you currently couldn’t believe was how lucky you were to have him. You would forever be grateful to him for bringing you here and being the reason why you had been able to meet Jannik.

Today had meant the world to you, and you would do your best to repay Isack however you could.

When it was really time for you to say goodbye to Jannik, you were once again looking at him as he had hung the moon. He gave you the brightest smile known to mankind – the one that made him seem like the sun’s personification – and you could only reply with a smile as well, your cheeks still flushed from the previous interaction.

Glancing at you, Isack decided that he wasn’t really mad nor insecure anymore about the whole situation. He just had to accept that you were a fan first, gilrfriend second. Because even if he didn’t truly stand a chance against Jannik, he was the one going home with you at the end of the day. He was the one whom you fell asleep next to, and he was the one who could enjoy your smile whenever he wanted.

..........

I fear i will never write anything as quick as i wrote this😭 still feels insane how the inspo went 📈📈 as soon as i saw isack on my tv

If it wasn't common knowledge yet, i am a HUGE tennis fan and have been for several years already!! This year was my 1st time going to roland garros and I'm still not over it, so it feels even more special to write smth in which i can include my own feelings/impressions

I promise i have not forgotten ab max and the rookies👀 grid mum part 6 (european triple header) is in the drafts and I'll hope to post it before canada (ik i always announce a deadline and then i don't respect but y'all are used to it atp)

See you soon, take care of yourselves, love y'all xx

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #isack hadjar #isack hadjar x reader #f1 x you #formula 1 x you #isack hadjar x you #ih6 #ih6 x reader #ih6 x you #tennis #jannik sinner

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3minsover · 11 months ago

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Steddie who keep missing each other. Who aren't in love at the same time. It's neither of their faults; they're just not quite in touch, in tune with each other.

Sure, Eddie had a stupid huge embarrassing crush on Steve throughout junior year, senior year and senior year 2.0. Sure, it was made so much worse when in Steve's first and only senior year, Eddie found himself sat in math class diagonally behind the fallen king. He'd watch the way his hair moved when he ran his hands through it in frustration. He'd see the shift of muscle under his shirt when he bent down to pick up a dropped pencil. And every time Steve would smile, flutter his lashes and pinch his eyebrows, say; "I'm sorry sir, I just don't know", Eddie would find himself shifting in his seat, nipping at the skin on the side of his finger, knee bouncing under the desk. They didn't really talk beyond 'hey's in the corridor, beyond 'did you do the homework?'s - to which Eddie would without fail stutter out an 'Uh- so, no. I meant to- Just, uh. No.' and Steve would without fail flash a soft smile, bump his shoulder into Eddie's and whisper 'Me neither.'

It got easier, after Steve graduated. Eddie still saw him around, still recognised his car in the lot when he was giving Robin Buckley from band a ride to school. But it wasn't so immediate, wasn't so raw. And after a while, the butterflies would fade. He'd be able to meet Steve's eye across the Family Video counter without feeling his mouth go dusty and his heart leap into his throat.

Steve hadn't realised his feelings for Eddie were anything more than friendly, until he graduated high school. Without the daily glances across the classroom, the moments he'd always take to make conversation, it felt emptier. It gave him time to think about the way his chest would tighten at Eddie's shy smile whenever they talked. Steve hadn't realised he might be allowed to feel something softer than 'dudely bro-ship'.

That is, until it fades so the only time Steve sees him is when he drops Robin off at school, or when he comes in to family video to rent Halloween again. Steve's heart prickles at the sight of him, but after a while, Eddie's visits drop off.

Steve tries to keep himself busy, grateful for some time without inter-dimensional battles or Russian agents trying to kill him. Thoughts of Eddie drift to the back of his mind, for almost six months. And then in the spring of '86, Steve finds himself thrown against the splintered wall of a nondescript boathouse on the outskirts of town. And it's Eddie Munson from Math that has a shaking, jagged bottle held up to his throat. It absolutely doesn't awaken things in him that he never knew he could want, absolutely not.

But regardless, he's staring half-terrified into the dark, watery brown eyes of Eddie Munson from Math, and all he wants is to reach out and smooth a palm over his cheek. He wants to curl his hand around those trembling fingers and tell him it's all gonna be okay. Of course, it isn't. Steve doesn't get much of a chance to talk to Eddie over the next week, what with some vampire soul-sucker guy terrorizing the town, and Max getting possessed and the whole thing going entirely to shit. But he finds himself drawn inexplicably into Eddie's space, splits off with Eddie and has the girls pair up and then Eddie calls him 'big boy'. And his entire world stops spinning for a moment. For just a second, it's just the two of them, and Eddie's face is so close to his, his smile so wild and beautiful.

The whole world stops, before it rockets back into thrilling, terrifying motion.

In the fear and the panic of the final Vecna showdown, Steve has to thrust his feelings back down deep. He can't let shit like a crush get in the way when the lives of the people he loves most are at stake.

It all happens so fast, and before he knows it, Max is in a coma, Eddie's been torn up to within an inch of his life, there's no certainty that Vecna's even gone, and he doesn't know what to do.

For days, Steve sits by Eddie's bedside when he can - when he's not with Max - only sleeps when he does. He silently begs for Eddie to be alright, feels guilty for every thought he has that isn't about Max. He begins to resent how desperately he pines for the moments when Eddie's awake, and after a week, once it's clear that Eddie's going to recover, Steve doesn't visit him anymore.

With all the feelings that are getting jumbled amongst the multitude of all the other horrible nasty fragile things that are writhing around inside, Steve forces himself to shove any thoughts of Eddie down, to get over him. And before he realises, it's been weeks. He's still worried for Eddie, of course he is. The guy almost died in Henderson's arms. But now the world's not actively ending, now he has a moment to breathe, he wonders whether the sparking, shimmering thing that had his mouth going dusty and his heart leaping into his throat was the same thing that had him saying all that shit to Nancy in the upside down.

He can't trust that it's not just a trauma response.

After Eddie recovers, slowly and with more help than he'd ever admit he needed, he sees Steve again. But he's distant. Friendly, but impersonal. An acquaintance. Things are as they were before. It hurts, but he knows all too well that any of the flirtation, the playful teasing and longing looks can only be chalked up to the fear of the end of the world.

It's a couple months before Steve tells Eddie he's going to college out of state. He's leaving in a week. And everything that had been laying dormant for so long comes bubbling up to the surface.

"Shit, I wish you'd given me a little more notice, Harrington," Eddie says, trying desperately to keep the heartbreak out of his voice.

"I'm sorry man, I just. It all happened pretty fast and like if I didn't do it now, it wasn't gonna happen, yknow?" Steve shrugs awkwardly, runs a hand through his hair.

If I didn't do it now, it wasn't gonna happen.

"It's gonna be a damn sight harder to like you this much when you're that far away," Eddie's mouth says before his mind can catch up.

"I like you too, man, but hey, I'll be home for Christmas. You can catch me up on everything I miss, huh?" Steve bumps Eddie's shoulder, just as he used to when they were leaning against the lockers back at school.

"No, Steve. I- You're, I mean. I like you. In a- Like I have, I totally have feelings for you, dude," Eddie forces out, watching his sneaker as he kicks at the ground.

"Eddie..." Steve says softly, and it just breaks Eddie's heart even more. Because that's a let-him-down-gently 'Eddie'.

"No, no it's- Don't sweat it man, just sorta had to tell you before you- Anyway. Have fun at college. I'll- I'll be here when you come home."

"Eddie, wait. I'm sorry. I just..." Steve begins, looks so pained, reaches to take hold of Eddie's shoulder. He avoids it, ducks out the way. And then Eddie leaves, before Steve can try to do something awful like making him feel better or tell him it's okay.

Eddie doesn't see Steve again before he goes to college. Hears from Henderson over the next few months how he's getting on, all the babes he's dating, the assignments he's trying to actually do before the deadline, and Eddie forces himself to smile, crack a joke, whatever.

Slowly, he extricates himself from conversations about Steve. Doesn't want to hear it, but can't tell anyone why. So he finds excuses; he has to take a leak, just remembered he promised Wayne he'd pick up groceries, got band practice, whatever he can come up with. He doesn't even hear Steve's name, tries desperately not to think about him (and fails), until December.

Until the evening of December 24th, when there's knock at the trailer door. With Wayne already asleep, Eddie drags himself from the couch to pull the front door open.

Eddie's met with a coat-wrapped, scarf-muffled, bobble-hatted Steve Harrington standing on his doorstep. He’s rocking back and forth on his toes, arms crossed tight around his chest, hands tucked under his arms. His cheeks are pink, the tip of his nose pinker still, nibbled by the cold. He’s just as beautiful as the last time Eddie saw him, and it jerks his heart into frantic motion against his ribs.

He’d thought he was over Steve, that seeing him again would be just like what it is; welcoming home an old friend. Except all Eddie wants to do is take hold of Steve’s frostbitten cheeks, pull his face towards him and kiss him like it’ll erase all the months of pining that had gone before.

Of course, he doesn’t. Instead, he just balks, says "Steve? What are you-?"

"I had to see you. I’m sorry if this is like inappropriate or if you don’t wanna see me- Dustin said you seemed like, mad at me or something. And honestly I can’t blame you, really. I shouldn’t have- it’s not that I didn’t, that I wasn’t. What I’m trying to say, Eddie, is that I know it’s too late. I know I missed my shot. But I haven’t stopped thinking about you for the last four months."

"Steve-"

"I know I have no right to do this to you. But it was killing me, man. Because I think I might have- I think I might be-"

"Me too," Eddie interrupts. His mind’s whirring and tumbling, trying to gather up the pieces of Steve’s fragmented confession. Steve’s jaw hangs open just a little, paused halfway through a word. "I thought it’d gone away. Thought I’d gotten over Steve Harrington," Eddie continues with a sardonic little shimmy of his hands, "but uh, seems you’re a little harder to shake than I thought."

"D'you, d'you want to shake me? Off, I mean," Steve asks, dipping his chin and looking up through thick lashes, a shy, self-conscious suggestion of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

"No. no I don’t."

"Oh thank god. 'Cause I don’t know if I’d survive that," Steve exhales, his small smile spreading into a grin. He rocks forward onto the balls of his feet again, and Eddie finds himself pulled into Steve’s orbit. It doesn’t matter that he’s just in his socks and the doorstep is damp with cold. Eddie crosses the threshold and curls his fingers gently around the lapels of Steve’s coat. Eddie’s struggling to breathe, little puffs bursting forth from his lips and clashing in the air, mixing with Steve’s own.

"Can I-?" Eddie asks, doesn’t dare say the word aloud in case Steve’s not on the same page; gives himself an out if Steve’s not where Eddie’s at. Where he’s always been at, really. It just wasn’t quite at the right time.

"Yes. Please," Steve breathes, sweet frosty breath swirling gray-white around in the thin, chilly air between their faces. Slowly, giving Steve plenty of time to back away, change his mind, Eddie draws Steve towards him, tips his chin until their noses brush. the very peaks of their lips touch, and Steve’s breath hitches at the contact. It’s the prettiest sound Eddie’s ever heard. Eddie sips in a breath, hardly daring to move, and lets Steve nudge their mouths together.

Finally.

Their lips press softly together, and Eddie feels Steve’s hands come to grip at the sides of his sweater, bunching it at his waist. He pulls Eddie towards him, moans softly, just the tiniest hint of voice slipping out and into Eddie’s mouth. A new prettiest sound.

Suddenly aware of their very public, very chilly location, Eddie stumbles backwards, pulls Steve inside with him. Steve follows enthusiastically, kicking the door shut behind him with his heel, lips never leaving Eddie’s for even a moment. They’re entirely wrapped up in each other, even as Eddie frantically unwraps Steve’s cold-proof clothing, lost completely in the feeling of their bodies pressing together.

They took their time, to get here. But now that they are, here is where they’ll stay. It won’t be easy, being apart for long stretches while Steve’s away at college, but now they’ll have a little something of each other’s to keep hold of until they’re together again.

They’ll have the promises they made each other that night, the words whispered against skin, the kisses pressed and breath shared. They’ll have the silent, precious exchange of one heart for another. And that will see them through.

#steddie #mutual pining but not at the same time #steddie ficlet #fanfic #3minsover #steve harrington x eddie munson

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ldrfanatic · 1 year ago

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i miss you

theodore nott x reader

yeah this is gonna be angsty.

synopsis - a mini-series where reader and theo break up after a three year relationship and struggle without each other. eventual hea. this is more like excerpts and moments between the two of them than a full story. part two coming soon.

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1.2k words

song - i miss you, i'm sorry by gracie abrahams

slytherin boys works

"i think we should break up."

you and theo spoke at the same time. both with tears in your eyes. after a three year relationship, neither of you really wanted it to end, both still harboring feelings for each other but after not speaking practically all summer, it seemed like the best option.

"i don't want to make things awkward with our friend group. but outside of group events, i think it's best we don't talk."

the boy in front of you nodded his head silently in agreeance. sobs wracked your body as theodore nott, your now ex-boyfriend pulled you into a strong hug. it felt like your heart was splitting in two. for the past three years, you'd known nothing but theo.

after an eternity, you both stepped apart and you shared a deep kiss. your last kiss. it was salty with the taste of both of your tears.

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in the weeks that followed, you were the most miserable you'd ever been in your time at hogwarts. keeping your distance from the person who'd not only been your lover, but had become your best friend as well, was the most difficult thing you'd ever had to do.

everything reminded you of him. every path you took seemed to take you to theo. it was like the universe wanted you to suffer.

no less than four weeks after your breakup, word spread quick that marcus flint was planning on asking you out. before, no boy at hogwarts even dared to look in your direction in fear of what theo might do to them. but you supposed that didn't matter now.

you were eating breakfast next to luna. she was a little odd but she'd become an unlikely friend in the aftermath of theo. a dark brown owl that you recognized at the nott family owl dropped a note on the table in front of you. your name was scrawled across the front in handwriting you recognized.

luna placed an encouraging hand on your shoulder as you picked up the note with a shaking grasp. unfolding it, a message had been hastily scribbled.

"i miss you. i know you said that we're not talking, but can i see you? please?"

you looked up and met the intense stare of theo.

a single nod confirmed his request.

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"how are you?"

you almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of the question. given your matching eye bags and teary eyes, neither of you were handling the split well.

"it's not hard to tell, nott. just ask me what you want to know."

theo kicked bitterly at the pebbles beneath his feet.

"i hear flint is planning on asking you to hogsmeade." he spit the words out like he couldn't believe someone was asking you out. the girl who wasn't his anymore.

"you don't have to worry, nott. i still love you. i promise."

"look, i'm not happy with this either, y/n. nothing happened in the way i wanted. but do you have to call me that? I hate it when you call me nott. like i haven't been the guy wiping your tears for three years."

you felt your eyes swelling. not even trying to stop the tears, you cocked your head sideways and pinned theo with a single heartbroken look.

"yes. i do. because i'm scared that if i call you theo, act like we're friends, smile at you and watch you smile at me, that i might never stop crying."

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two months after your breakup with theo and you still hadn't stopped crying. you knew it would hurt. but this was inexplainable.

after your meeting in the astronomy tower, theo stopped showing up to meals. and classes. in fact, you hadn't seen him leave his dorm since. three weeks passed like a blur and before you knew it, snow was falling.

with christmas around the corner, you began handing out presents to your friends. one in particular sat in the corner of your room. the dark green wrapping paper had stood out noticeably from the silver snowflake wrapping paper you'd used on all the other gifts you'd given this holiday.

you stood across from mattheo, theo's roommate, and held out a folded piece of paper to the boy. mattheo took it, albeit confused.

"what's this?"

"for theo. just... give it to him. please."

mattheo nodded, gave you a quick hug and then scurried off in the direction of the boys' dorms.

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"i got your note."

the deep voice of theodore nott startled you.

you placed a hand over your heart, having nearly jumped out of your skin. the sight that greeted you was nothing less than gut wrenching. the sweet hopeful boy you once dated was gone. in his place was the hollow shell that he'd been when you first met him, before you started dating.

he was thin and pale, noting to the fact that he'd barely eaten in the past few weeks. where you'd finally started to sleep a little easier at night, theo looked like he hadn't sleep in weeks. years even. if it hadn't been for the familiarity of the warmth of his gaze, you would've sworn this was not theo.

an involuntary gasp escaped you.

"theodore!"

you resisted the inherent urge to begin fussing over him. he watched you with a guarded stare. after a few beats of tense silence, you held the gift out to him.

he eyed it with apprehension.

"i bought it before..."

you didn't finish your sentence. you didn't have to. theo's head tilted back in realization and after a couple pensive breaths, he took the present.

he toyed with it in his hands for a few moments, as if deciding whether or not to open it. he seemed to have made a decision when he undid the white bow you'd carefully tied atop the small box.

inside was a silver chain. it was thick with a small delicate looking circle on the end.

"what is it?"

you chuckled slightly at his bluntness. he'd never been one to beat around the bush.

"it's a muggle thing, i think. my cousin was telling me about it. anyhow, you shine a light through it and, well," you spoke a soft lumos and shined your wand towards the circle. on the wall behind you, a picture appeared.

a young isabella nott was laughing with a young theo at a beach on a beautifully clear day. her smile was bright and contagious even through a picture. it was honestly the happiest you'd ever seen theo in your years of knowing him.

the moment theo saw the picture, he broke down. you really hadn't meant to make him cry.

"i'm sorry. i just wanted you to have it."

you knelt down next to him, and he immediately latched onto you.

"i can't- i can't do this without you. please."

this was the second time that theodore nott had begged you. the look in his eyes was all it took for your resolve to break.

"we fucked up bad, theo." you cooed softly to him as you rocked him through his sobs. "this breakup has tested... everything i thought i knew about myself. but i miss you. so we can talk about it."

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7.8.2024

@moonlightreader649 @thatdammchickennugget @helendeath @fandom-life-12 @bouquetolegoflowers @maryvibess @nighttimemoonlover @blobsblobician

#slytherin boys #theodore nott #slytherin #theo nott x reader #theo nott #theodore nott x reader #slytherin boys x reader

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yup-thats-me · 1 month ago

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—reassurance • J. Yunho

ᰔᩚpairing; ❝senior!bf!Yunho x junior!gf!reader❞ ᰔᩚsummary; ❝everyone needs assurance that they're enough and Yunho is more than willing to make his girl see her worth❞ ᰔᩚwarnings; ❝use of the word ''oppa'' cause ik some of you hate it, insecurity, down self-esteem.❞ Take care of yourself, I mean it wholeheartedly.

"Oppa, I'm so sorry, I'm late. The teache-" The girl stops mid-sentence, eyes fixed on the scene before her.

There he is, Jeong Yunho, her boyfriend, chatting with the most famous and prettiest girl in Y/n's class. Her hands glide over Yunho's arms, feeling him up, smiling triumphantly. The way Yunho's eyes seem to be sparkling as he talked.

Is she really that lovely? She must be. Almost all of the boys in Y/n's class are crazy about her. Everything from her looks to her personality, academics, is perfect. All the teachers only have good things to say about her, even the non-teaching staff too.

School has already ended, maybe fifteen minutes ago. If not for her homeroom teacher keeping Y/n for some class decorations, she would've left with Yunho. But even though the two did not talk about waiting for each other, Y/n had rushed to her senior's classroom knowing her boyfriend would be waiting for her.

if only she had run out from the clutches of her teacher, she wouldn't have to stay to experience this. What was this, exactly? Insecurity or the fear that he will leave her? Leave Y/n for someone better. Either way, she absolutely did not like this feeling. At all.

Y/n stood by the wall outside her boyfriend's classroom, quietly trying to make out what they were saying. But it's a difficult task when her heart's thudding so hard, she can practically hear it in her ears. Ll of her darkest fears and insecurities bubbling up to the surface. She felt guilty for doubting Yunhho and his lover for her, but there is one possibility that he could leave her for someone better. No matter how small the percentage is.

As she stepped out the classroom, she could feel Y/n's eyes burning holes into her skull.

"H-hi, Y/n," the girl stammered.

"Hi."

Trying to defuse the situation, the girl laughed awkwardly. "Yunho oppa's waiting for you."

"I know."

"Well then," the girl coughed. "See you tomorrow." And before Y/n could reply, the girl ran down the empty hallway, fleeing from her classmate.

"Hey, Y/n," Yunho smiled, reaching out to caress her cheek but the girl jerked away.

"Let's go. Its already late," she stated dryly.

Yunho awkwardly took back his hand but the love in his eyes never once fading. "Alright, let's go."

The two walked out the school building in silence. A deafening silence. Yunho could sense something was wrong but what, he could not tell.

"Did something happen, love?"

Kicking a stone on the road, Y/n answered sharply. "Nope. Why would something happen?"

Yunho nodded silently. She has seen them talking, Yunho is sure. But how is he supposed to resolve it if she's unwilling to communicate. Perks of dating his junior, huh. Yunho smiled to himself.

Yunho was ready to drop the matter all together and try and win her over later but cats, the two cats by the side of the road stopped him in his tracks. The felines seemed to be in love, nuzzling their heads together, rolling over to let the other play with them.

No, not later. He needs to tell her now.

He reached out, grabbing Y/n by the wrist. "Y/n. You need to tell me if something is wrong. We promised, didn't we?"

Y/n paused and for the first time that evening, she looked at her boyfriend properly, eyes glassy.

The way Y/n looked at him with such hurt in her eyes broke Yunho's heart to pieces. He pulled her closer gently, wiping away her tears. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Did she confess to you?"

"Huh?"

Yunho was honestly lost for a few seconds before it clicked. "Oh, her? Why would she, baby? The entire school knows we're together."

Y/n tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat. "I don't know? Maybe she's better than me!?"

Yunho blinked. Is this what it was about? Smiling softly, he pulled the girl in for a hug, tucking her under his chin. "Are you worried about me leaving you, hmm?"

The girl nodded slowly, hiding her face into his blazer.

"Silly baby," Yunho remarked as he caressed her hair. "You know i won't do that."

Silence. So Yunho continued.

"If I were to hypothetically leave you for someone better, I wouldn't have wasted a year pursuing after you."

Y/n chuckled, remembering Yunho following her around like a lost puppy. It was honestly adorably heart warming.

"Now," he gently peeled the girl off him. "Wanna tell me how you could possibly imagine me leaving you?"

The girl averted her gaze. "I don't know," she mumbled. "She's prettier than me, better in academics, popular and sociable," she breathed in deeply.

"And I'm opposite in every sense of the word," she looked up at him. "I'm average-looking, a nerd, and the most socially awkward person alive. All in all, you two can become the perfect couple, you know."

"No, I don't know," Yunho said firmly.

"Let me tell you that you're more beautiful than anyone else, okay? You might have gotten used to seeing yourself in the mirror everyday, pointing out flaws after flaws, but my love," he cupped her cheek, his hands warm against her cheek.

"Every day that I see you, I'm reminded that you're more beautiful than the day before. Reminded that there is so much to you, much more than I thought. Do you know that each time I see you, I'm tryign to remember every scar, every smile lines that show when your smiles reaches your eyes?"

He wiped away a stray tear. "I know you've seen yourself from as long as you remember, and can point out all the things you hate about yourself, but please let me see, you. Let me memorize you, let me hold you close. From your anger to the way you jump when you spot something cute, from the scar that you so deeply hate to the tip of your fingers. It is my first time loving someone so deeply," he could barely hold himself back. He poured out his heart, vulnerable and unguarded. All for her.

"So don't even think I'll go after someone else when I have. You're all that I need."

Overwhelmed by emotions, Y/n boldly pulled Yunho by the back of his neck, pressing her lips against his, kissing him deeply. It took Yunho a few seconds to realize what was happening, but when he did Y/n realized they were still near their school and if a teacher saw them, they'll bring down hell on the two. So she pushed him back, faces red.

"T-thank you," she stammered, averting her gaze from his, the corners of her mouth playing a bashful smile.

Smirking, Yunho nodded. "Anytime, darling."

Reassured and heart full of joy, the two walked together holding hands and giggling like kids. If some stranger saw them right now, they would undoubtedly think the two are trying to fuse into one.

Suddenly, Y/n realized something.

"if not a confession, why was she talking with you? And why were you smiling?" arms crossed over her chest, brows furrowed.

"Oh," chuckled Yunho.

"She was asking for Gunho's number."

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yoiisa · 2 months ago

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COME ON, COME ON ⋆˙⟡ BACHIRA MEGURU

"In the middle of the night, when I'm in this dream, It's like a million little stars spelling out your name, You gotta come on, come on, Say that we'll be together, Come on, come on, Little taste of heaven" - "Untouchable" by Taylor Swift Tags: FLUFFY! A little bit of hurt (mentions of Bachira being bullied but nothing explicit) with a lot of comfort! Bullied! Bachira X Popular Kid! Reader. Not proofread.

a/n: This is part of a little series I doing where I’m writing BLLK fics for each of my fav songs on all the T Swift albums.

hey y'all! I just rewatched s1 of BLLK, and it reminded me how precious Bachira is w/ his backstory ^_^ . I wanted to write a cute little story for him since he's my day one!

Bachira lay curled up on the floor for at least an hour after everyone had left. The alley between the two school buildings is particularly useful in practicing head butts with his soccer ball, but it is also conveniently shady enough that his bullies had no trouble cornering him there and beating the shit out of him regularly.

He slowly sits up, his shoulder aching. His face is all scratched up and his lip is split. Fuck, how would he explain this to his mom? She'd promised the school hell last time he came home like this but she was struggling enough on her own. A single mother, an artist to boot, threatening a school like his? Forget it.

"Fuck," Bachira mutters, cradling his head in his hands as tears leak down his cheeks. "Fuck."

"Oh my god," a voice croaks a few feet away from him. Bachira looks up to find a figure standing there, their eyes wide in horror, a hand clasped over their mouth, and their body shaking. "A-are you okay?"

They rush towards him and he flinches back. At his jerk, the stranger stops. Bachira holds their gaze. After a beat of silence, they reach into their pocket and take out a handkerchief.

"Here," they say softly. They approach him slowly now and kneel at his side, extending the cotton square to him. Bachira blinks down at it, his expression dull.

"For me?" he asks.

"Your lip is all bloody. You should use this to clean yourself up and then go to the nurse!" you exclaim.

Bachira gives you a soft smile and takes the handkerchief from your hand. "That old lady has already seen me too many times this year. I'll just hide out in the bathroom until it gets . . . better. Is it really bad?"

You feel kinda bad nodding, but he really looks rough. He laughs softly at your nod and shakes his head. "Whatever, thank you for the handkerchief."

Bachira stands to walk away, but you gently take a hold of his wrist before he makes it very far. "Wait! What happened?"

Bachira turns back to you, his round eyes wide at your touch. Your hand is soft, and cradles his wrist tenderly, as if you believe the touch will make yet another bruise blossom on his skin. Another beat of silence passes before he asks, "What do you think, [name]?"

You balk. "How do you know my name?"

"We're in the same class."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

Bachira scoffs and a humorless smiles appears on his face. Of course they don't know him. They're friends with the kids who did this to him. He attempts to tug his hand out of their grasp again, but he's ultimately unsuccessful when your grip holds fast.

"Wait- I do know you! You're the one who's really good at soccer!" your face breaks into a small smile, and something aches in Bachira's chest. It's been so long since someone who wasn't his mother smiled at him with anything other than malice. When you ask, "You're name is Bachira Meguru right?" Bachira swears the floor gives out under him.

" . . . is this a joke?" he asks.

There's a bit of annoyed wariness in his voice, but ultimately, the only thing you get from the question is fear. The idea that someone is scared of you makes you feel incredibly upset. Since you were eight years old, you'd prided yourself on being the people person, and inviting everyone to be your friend. You'd been with people who were shy before, but never with someone scared. Bachira's fear was almost palpable in his eyes, his pupils tiny and assessing your every move. It's beyond sad.

"That's an awfully mean thing to do, isn't it?" you say as you rise. "I'm not a mean person."

"But your friends are, so think again. What does that make you?" Bachira says softly as he walks away.

Once again, you're left stunned and shaken by this kid. What the hell? No, it couldn't have been your friends who did this to him. They were good people! Yeah they might've laughed behind people's backs every now and then, and make the occasional crude remark, but-

Holy shit, your friends are douches.

You shake your head and hurry after Bachira, your hand going to his bicep. He turns again and stares at you with a surprised expression, as you say, "Please. Let me at least walk you to the nurse's office. You took a real beating."

" . . . fine."

The trip is a silent affair, with a thin blanket of tension hanging over you. The two of you pass your classroom on the way, and you catch your friends giving you odd looks while you walk with Bachira.

One of the guys in your group, a boy named Mori Hinata mouths What are you doing?

You turn your face away and continue with Bachira to the nurse's office.

You sit next to him on a cot while the nurse gets her equipment.

"He has a crush on you," Bachira says suddenly.

"Huh? Who?" you ask.

"Mori. He was talking about it while he was . . . y'know."

" . . . I didn't know."

Bachira cuts you a shocked look. "Really?"

"I don't know! I guess . . . I guess I always had a feeling, but it was never anything super concrete. He's super mean to me too, just not," You look up at Bachira and sigh. "Physically."

"Must be nice," Bachira smiles and laughs.

Your brows furrow. "I don't want someone like him to have a crush on me. I don't want someone who's capable of this," I gesture to Bachira's injuries, "to like me."

"No? He can protect you though," Bachira flexes his bicep and puts on a goofy face. "Like Hey, stay away from my girl, you prick. Something like that, you know?"

I snort. "Still. He's a bully. I guess I was blinded by knowing him for so long. I . . . I didn't want to believe he could do something like this."

"Well, technically he didn't touch me. He just got Saito and Nishikawa to do it."

"Still! That doesn't make it any better!" You sigh and rest your chin in your hand. "I don't even want to be friends with him anymore . . ."

Bachira chuckles. "I don't think it'll go well for me, if he finds out I'm the reason you're ignoring him."

You whip you're head in his direction. "If he, Saito, or Nishikawa touch you again, tell me I'll deal with it."

"Really?"

"I have no issue yelling at ex-friends."

Bachira blinks as he watches your determined expression. "But, you'll be lonely."

"Hmm?"

Bachira turns away from you, a sour expression on his face. He stares down at his hands, flexing his fingers. After a moment of him thinking, he whispers, "I don't want to cause someone else to be lonely. I am, and it's the worst."

You stare at Bachira, your heart aching. After a moment of silence, you reach up and tuck a strand of loose brown hair behind his ear, revealing some of his under dye. He turns a furious shade of rose and turns his head to face you. You meet his honey eyes before smiling and looking down at your lap.

"Do you remember when they taught us about penguins as kids? Like, why they huddle up?" Bachira tilts his head in confusion before nodding. You giggle and continue. "It's cause of the cold, right? If they don't huddle up together, they'll freeze. Well, up until around second grade, I was super shy. I would sit at my desk and doodle on the wood while watching everyone form groups. I felt like a penguin that was freezing, since everyone around me was huddling up together.

"I used to pray to stars at night, begging them to keep me from freezing to death. I'd sit on my knees with my hands clasped like this, whispering C'mon, c'mon. Send someone my way. Eventually someone did show up, Mori, and he whisked me away with him to huddle in his group. It was nice to be warm but now I see the truth."

I look up at Bachira. "If he wasn't willing to invite you into his huddle, he doesn't really care about keeping people warm. That isn't someone I want to be around. I want to keep you warm though, so I'll have you if I leave the huddle right? I won't be lonely, right?"

The look on Bachira's face is precious. His eyes are bright, his face flushed, and his aura just glows. He looks five years old, fresh and new to the world, and totally unaware of the dangers that lurk just beyond the door. For his whole life, he'd thought of something like this as entirely unattainable, but now you're sitting here across from him, promising to keep him warm. It's too much. It's so much.

Without warning, he flings himself onto you, wrapping you in a tight hug and you have to lower yourself onto the cot in order to not fall flat onto the floor. He pulls back a little bit, and his cheeks are puffed as a smile carves itself on his face.

"Woah! Bachira!"

"You're an angel right?" he asks, his smile bright. "A guardian angel? No, that's too little. You're a piece of heaven itself."

You blush and giggle. "What? No, stop . . ."

Bachira shakes his head and laughs. It's a bright sound, like bells. It reminds you of birds chirping and the sound of a newborn's first laugh. It's enchanting.

"I'll keep you warm," Bachira promises. "I'll never leave you out in the cold! I swear! Me and my monster got you, no matter what?"

His what-

Your thoughts get cut off when he lowers himself on you again, losing himself in the warmth of your embrace. You shake your head as a smile also grows on your face. You wrap your arms around Bachira as well and nuzzle into his neck.

"Me too."

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"[name]~" Bachira coos as he wraps his arms around your waist. "You're so busy, you're not paying any attention to me."

You giggle and kiss his cheek. I lower my water bottle and turn to kiss his cheek. "You're so impatient."

"Come on~" he whines. "You promised me we'd get insta-ramen and mangas after school today."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."

You pick up your duffle bag and swing it over your shoulder. However, Bachira takes it from your hand and bears the load himself. He links his free hand with yours and lifts it to his mouth, pressing kisses along the knuckles.

A chill rushes through the air, winter rudely announcing her presence. You shiver and Bachira immediately drops your duffle to the floor. He takes his scarf off and promptly weaves it around your neck, securing it with a firm tuck.

"You'll get sick," you pout.

"I promised to keep you warm, and I will," Bachira responds firmly. "Besides, you can keep me warm then, when I'm sneezing and coughing-"

"And are gross?" you ask, quirking an eyebrow.

Bachira giggles. "Exactly."

He picks up your duffle bag again, and the two of you continue your walk out of the school gates, the penguin key chains you got dangling from the zipper.

#bachira x reader #bachira meguru #bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bachira meguru x reader #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #bllk x you #blue lock x you

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serxinns · 1 year ago

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I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR YANDERE MHA SHORT STORIES 🙏😭

I was wondering if you could do one with a Child Y/n where they get kidnapped by the league of Villains and class 1-A and some heroes like hawks, Midnight, Eraser-head, go and save them? And since Y/n will be a child, I would kindly ask all relationships between everyone to be completely platonic.

Sorry if this takes up too much of your time! And remember to take care of yourself

⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃

Ofc! Honestly love these types of tropes!

"Ahhh someone save me!" Eri dramatically said as she fell to her knees as the toy Dino roared in terror, "Don't worry I'm here!" As you jumped in front of the Dino with a red cape and a toy sword you swished your sword at the dino and it roared in terror once more you swished it a few times until it was down on the ground, "Yay y/n your my hero!" She cheered as she tackled you with a hug as you both giggled "That was fun big sis! You wanna play another game!?"

Eri thought about it for a second and excitedly nodded she loved playing with you, she felt like she wasn't the only kid here! Ever since Aizawa took you in at 1st she was a bit jealous thinking you were gonna take all the attention from her but realized that wasn't your intention the way you would always offer your toys, the way you broke a piece of a snack and shared it to her, the both of you quickly bonded over time

But ever since aizawa gave her the task of: "being a big sister and always protect each other no matter what," those words were craved deep into her mind and became a new Goal in her life and it was to be your protector!

"Let's hide and seek!" You said jumping up and down in excitement "Eri nodded "ok you go hide somewhere! I count!" You quickly nodded as she turned around and started counting "1...2...3....4" You looked around trying to find anywhere to hide but there wasn't any hiding spot fitting your expectations,

you then started to panic realizing Eri was halfway finished with her counting, you then looked over to the door you knew Mr grumpy (aizawa) told you that you were allowed to go out until He protested any of his classmates were there to pick you up two up, but you really wanted to win so you quietly opened the door looking back to see if eri heard but she kept counting you quick shut the door and dashed off to find a new hiding spot,

"17...18..19...20!" Eri excitedly looked around trying to find you she looked in the toybox, behind the giant stuffed bear in the corner, behind the books on shelves, and even behind the couch, the longer she tried finding you in the room the more worried she got..she tore up the once tidy room with toys and books all over the floor she frantically tried thinking where on earth could you be hiding then she realized...

You went out out the door...

You giggled as you tiptoed across the school hall looking everywhere for a hiding spot you spotted a bathroom nearby you giggled mischievously and went inside you plopped slowly into the stall shut the door and stood on the toilet Seat making sure nobody would know you were there, you then waited confidently thinking about your victory in your favorite game! that was until you heard an explosion followed by students screaming in terror and fear

"Attention students we are having a lockdown this not a drill get to a safe place and lock your classroom doors"

You froze in fear you desperately tried to open the door but you were too scared and small you then curled up on the toilet seat and started crying out for Mr grumpy or any one of his classmates to save you...

Aizawa was running past the panicked students calling out your name, Eri came into the class crying and blabbing stuff the class tried calming her down her making her slow down so she could speak Cleary and also noticing you weren't with her like you normally would "Eri what's wrong wheres y/n?"That made her cried loudly frantically pulling the green hairs shirt out the door pointing

"they *hic* w-went o-out...while we *sniff* were playing and I-I tried looking for them but they weren't there!" She then broke down in sobs repeatedly saying sorry to everyone they looked down at her sorrow and pity Mina picked up the crying girl trying to soothe her while others like Hakagure, ojiro, Koda, and Tokoyami all surrounded her reassuring her it wasn't her fault Aizawa then quickly told half of his students to go looking for you while the others stay and comfort eri

It felt like hours in the bathroom you wanted to come out but were scared a villain would come to you there you were curled up, shivering and crying helplessly in the bathroom.. until you heard some footsteps and giggles you froze quickly covering your mouth you shut your eyes tightly afraid of what happening next...

"Y/N!?" Aizawa ran down the hallways frantically looking in all directions destroying each classroom thinking of the worst possible scenarios, izuku, ochako, tsuyu, momo ,todoroki and kids were calling, cooing, and offering you our favorite things desperately trying to come out while Bakugo was making empty threats telling you to come out to hide his worried voice demanding kiri, sero,mina,Denki, and Jiro to look faster

Present mic and midnight were also searching for you midnight gently cooing at you to come out while Hizashi was making corny jokes that would make you laugh atleast to let him know where you are but no progress was made so far

Where on earth could you be?

Toga was skipping across the hallway humming her favorite tune as she passed a bunch of unconscious and injured students passed out she was bummed that she couldn't kill them due to Shigaraki's Orders but she was lucky to have all their blood for later! After she collected blood from a girl with a fire-breathing quirk she skipped along the halls for her next victim until she heard a sniffle in the bathroom

She stopped humming for a moment to make sure he heard again and there was another sniffle and a whimper she smiled wickedly "Is it another student with yummy blood?" She thought as she carefully sneaked into the restroom. She carefully opened each stall reaching the middle one she heard the sniffling in there she gently tried opening the stall but it was locked "G-Go away evil villian! I-ill use my quirk on you.."

jacketpot

Toga peaked through the stall seeing you holding out ur hand as if you were about to activate it she giggled softly "Hey now im not gonna hurt ya pinky promise!" you thought about it for a moment a pinkie promised is a very strong trust and the girl seems nice... you hesitated for a moment and decided to unlock the stall door it slowly creaked open revealing a blonde-haired girl with space buns with a beige school uniform, smiling at you revealing her sharp fangs

"S-she doesn't look that scary," you thought as the two of you stared at each other for a while Toga was restraining herself from wanting to scoop you up and hug you so tight! You were just so small and cute that you barely passed half her leg, "come on you wanna come with me?" She turned her body around and crouched on one knee as she offered you a piggyback ride, you nodded excitedly as you climbed onto her she lifted herself up "Hold on!" As she dashed across the hallway turning left and right trying to look for her crew

After a few minutes of running, she spotted Kurogiri and Shigaraki "Ugh finally your ba- toga why is that a child on your back" shigarkai said starting irritatedly at you while you stick your tongue out "I found this little one in the bathroom stall all scared then I decided to keep it!" Shigaraki and kurogiri stared in silent as they watched Toga pinched and played with your cheeks while you were pushing her away puffing your cheeks up in anger

"That was when a raging Aizawa came crashing down the hallway and in his horror seeing you on the villain's back surrounded by the villains "y/n..." he stared in disbelief Shigaraki took notice of this and smiled maniacally "Hi Mr grumpy!" You said lazily yawning in the process "awwww they're all tuckered out" Toga giggled as she pinched your cheeks

"Matter a fact.. this child will be useful for us.." Shigaraki then held your sleeping forming on the shoulder "Kurogiri teleport us outta here.." "NO!!" Aizawa eyes glow red as he tries to use his capture weapon but flames block his path the other classmates hear the commotion and run to their teacher's side "Y/N SAN!!" izuku runs towards the flames green veins covering his whole body Just when he launched towards the group of villains they disappeared in the portal with you...

Everyone else watched the scene in disbelief Mina formed tears in her eyes as everyone else just stood there stunned about what just happened

...

Your eyes slowly started to open as you were covered with a rabbit print blanket and laying on a slightly worn-out mattress you looked around to see that you were I'm a dimly lit room with a crappy but surprisedly worked nightlight and a stuffed plushie right beside you

You then opened the door to see the blonde girl skipping towards you with a man in a full-body suit "Hey you're awake!" She said excitingly with the man still observing you "Did you enjoy your nap? Little one" the masked man said "W-Where am I? Where's grumpy man" Toga giggled at your fear

"Why ur in the league of villain base kid you didn't realize that sooner?" Dabi nonchalantly said already irritated with your presence "Dabi! Don't be so mean! They only a kid" she said glaring at the male as dabi rolled his eyes "why we are the league or villians not the league of a fucking daycare what does Shigarak want us to do with a smelly brat anyway"

"hey, I'm not smelly you are you purple man!" You protested "You better watch that tongue kid before you turn to ash" he then glared at the kid twice and Toga snickered "Aren't you already about to turn?" Thats when both Toga and Twice start busting out laughing and which Cleary pissed Dabi right off luckily if it wasn't for Twice holding him back

Shigaraki watched the chaos unfold while Kurogiri got him another drink he requested There was an awkward silence between the two until Kurogiri spoke up "So what are we gonna do with the child?" Shigaraki thought for a moment about Kurogiri's answer and spoke up "I don't know yet but it seems like the heroes seem to take a liking to this brat do we just use them as bait for now" Kurogiri hummed as he was making his master another drink

Suddenly out of nowhere, your quirk activated making Dabi fly across the room landing on a wall with a harsh thud all the league members stood silent at the scene "Take that, you stupid burnt man!" You shouted in victory, "Hmmm Kurogiri changed of plans I think I gotta better idea.." Kurogiri hummed in amusement "I think we're gonna keep them.." Shigaraki said with a wicked grin as Toga and twice cheered in the background and Dabi groaned in pain in response

During the days your stay with the LOV, it's been fun but chaotic, to be honest, Toga would show you all sorts of knives in her collection and the type of blood there is she entertains you by drinking their blood and switching into some of your classmates impersonating them making you laugh

While twice would give you piggyback rides throw you up in the air and clone himself throwing you around to his clones like a ball or playing hot potato Toga would occasionally join in with the two of you

At 1st dabi saw you as a little nuisance but the more he spent time with you the more "bonding" the two of you did he would annoy you by putting stuff out of your reach until you threw a tantrum, if you annoyed him too his breaking point he would just throw you to one of the members which earns a lecture from Toga or twice

but he would show a BIT of his soft side like when you were feeling homesick and cried he offered you a cigarette to ease down ur nerves ofc Kurogiri saw this and immediately took it away and gave you a lollipop but you were still sad so he just rubbed your head

Shigaraki and Spinner would play games and you would carefully watch them 1st they would push you away saying it's too inappropriate for you but they eventually give in since you always sneak behind them and watch Spinner would occasionally put you on his lap so you can see better and even give you gaming tips here and there even tho you won't remember

But for the heroes not so much Aizawa and the teachers have been searching day and night restlessly trying to look for any clues to your location Aizawa's eyes were forming dark circles around them, present mic wasn't as chipper as before and midnight was as bit more bitter all might was the only sane one for everyone's sake but he still misses your presence...

Class 1a wasn't really any better since they also became more gloomy they all blamed themselves for your kidnapping especially the dekusquad and the bakusquad izuku felt the worse since he thinks she should've worked faster to get to you but that doesnt mean they were determined they all thoughtof a plan and sneak out to go and rescue you themselves even if itngets them in trouble or worse expelled they just want you to be safe,

Eri on the other hand slowly started to get gloomy and lonely and regress mentally back to her old ways when she was with Kai, she would bite her nails until the point they were low enough that she would occasionally have nightmares and would cry to Aizawa or Mic which they'll soothe her reassuring it wasn't her fault but the guilt and shame keeps haunting her over and over again...

heck even Hawks and Miriko started to change for the worse Hawk has been avoiding his fans and fangirls to focus more on her work and has become more sassy to anyone he just wanted to find his little birdie while Miriko was more determined restless and furious to find those group of villains

As tried and exhausted they may all be but remained determined to find you they needed to find you they can't imagine what those disgueting villianw are putting in your small pure little head!

Meanwhile

"I win!" Toga said as she put her candy avatar on the board and made it to the Candy Kingdom as well to celebrate with her, "No fair I was so close!!" You cross your arms and puff your cheeks out Shigaraki'a candy avatar right behind you "I would've won if I didn't have to spin again to get out of that shitty licorice jail" Shigaraki grumbled "I think I burnt my candy person" Dabi shrugged watching the plastic candy person melt with a shit-eating grin on his face

"What should we play next?" you said jumping excitedly while you were on twice lap "Uno maybe or snakes and ladders?" Shigaraki suggested, "What about guess who?" Spinner added another suggestion Toga was about to make a suggestion when they all heard a knock on the door the league all stared confused and a bit cautious to not move a muscle

"Who's at the doo-mhpm!" Twice hand covered your mouth and used his other to do a hush signal you tilted your head in confusion as all members were staring at the door intensely ready to tear and kill anything and Anyone thar to came passed that door everyone stood in silent as there was another knock again

"Pizza?"

The members looked at each other while Shigaraki look unamused

"Do they really think they can do that shitty trick agai-"

*BOOM*

The wall was smashed open revealing pro heroes such as Endeavor, fatgum, hawks, Mount Lady, and Aizawa and a hoard of police officers on the ground surrounded the area it was a one-and-stare battle between the pros and the villains

Not even a few seconds everyone started going at it using their quirks to defeat them while Hawks quickly grabbed you in your arms and tried to fly you to safety but was stopped by an old friend "Where do you think you going with the brat birdbrain" Dabi threw a fireball at Keigo as he barely dodges it "taking this kid home where else?" Keigo said in a teasing yet serious tone while you were busy playing a single red feather

"The kid belongs to us now Keigo if you kindly just give them ba-" "Fat chance charcoal" the winged hero cut off his sentence now holding a large feather-like sword in his hand dabi shrugged and Dabi threw blue fireballs hawks quickly saw Aizawa and as he hate to do this but he cared more about your safety "ready to go to Mr cranky kid?" You nodded excitedly hawks smiled then yelled out to Aizawa as he threw you towards him

Aizawa quickly saw and used his capture weapon to grab you quickly and you were now back in his arms quickly checking for injuries "You ok kid?" "Yep! I had fun! With my new friends" His gaze softened at your bright smile "No kid, not new friends they're the bad guys in your class and Eri are your friends " "Nuh-uh! They're my new friends we played lots of games and I even learned a bunch of new things!"

You then rant about how much fun you had with the LOV as Aizawa nods pretending to hear but actually, he was a bit scared of villains as your friends? He was gonna have to do a meeting on keeping you extra safe with the teachers but for now, he's glad to have you back in his arms

You were then met with a bunch of shocked crying teenagers as you excitedly waved eri was the 1st to come up to you and tackled you down with a hug crying and saying she was sorry as you were confused as hell and wondering what she was talking about as your classmates alll lifted you crying and apologizing as well as you were still derided out by their sudden behavior tried to squirm out of their grip

They were glad to have you back they promised they were gonna work extra hard to keep protecting you no matter what they want the best for you even eri promised that she'll be even more careful and have eyes on you on the time as but you were an unpredictable child who touched the hearts of many hero's and villains

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Dying Twice: Thanos x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Thanos / Choi Subong x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 5k

Summary: "The heart no longer races when hearing the music play, tryna pull up. Seems like time has stopped. Oh, that would be my first death I been always afraid of" - BTS "Black Swan"

Or you should be scared to play the games, but what is the point in fear if you've already died once? What else is there?

Tags: k-rapper!reader, angst, mentions of drug use, drug use, mentions of partying, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dom/sub undertones (if you look closely), slight choking.

****

You really landed yourself in a bind this time. As if getting scammed and having to scrape to get by, you sunk low enough to end up here…wherever here was. You still couldn't figure out what kind of place the masked men brought you to. In colors of sickening pink and eye sore yellow, the maze of stairs reminded you of a painting you'd seen. The stairs went up and down and side to side. They went upside-down and sideways. Like with that, you had trouble gauging the path to your destination. Perhaps that didn't matter. You followed the rest of the players through the maze guarded by masked men. They said you'd be playing games for a cash prize. It sounded too good to be true…

But you couldn't pass it up.

Standing in line to have your photo taken, someone tapped your shoulder. You turned to see a young woman with a short ponytail standing with an excited smile on her face. A pang of dread hit you when you recognized the signs.

“You're B.Kat,” she beamed, getting a better look at your face. “From The Rap Battleground. I've listened to all your songs, and went to your shows! Oh my god, this is so cool! I love your music!”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“I saw you at The Rap Battleground,” she continued, “When they paired you up with that one rapper.”

“Sik-k,” you said.

“Yeah, and you burned him so bad,” she laughed. “Oh my god! ‘tell these boys to get back, don't they know I'm fucking S-class’” she repeated, mirroring your gestures. “Ah, this is so sick! I always wondered what happened to you after your last album.”

Everything went downhill, that's what. You'd trusted Nico to manage your money, and instead he embezzled it. You’d given him everything: your heart, your body and soul. The trust the both of you shared went beyond lovers. Hearts beating like one, you swore your souls meshed together the night you met. They’d imprinted and became one form instead of two separate ones. The day you found out what he’d done, your heart physically ached. The threads keeping you together pulled and snapped, the metaphorical red threads falling to the ground. That thread might have never existed to begin with. Nico went to prison but you'd lost everything. All the money you made with your music suddenly disappeared overnight. You tried rebuilding your career, but being a woman in a male dominated industry was rough. Not many producers took you seriously. You’d even been snubbed at Battle, where the judges chose a man over you despite what audiences believed. It didn’t matter how masculine you tried being, you’d never fit in with them.

“Hey, can I get a picture?” she asked excitedly. “Please?”

“Yeah, me too!” A man nearby overheard and jumped into line with you. “You and Thanos are my favorite rappers. You're both lyrical geniuses.”

“And me!” said another woman, coming over to you. “And can I get your autograph?”

“Um, look, I-”

“-Now, now, everyone. Let's not crowd B.Kat like this.”

You recognized him right away. Long brown hair slicked back from his face, his jacket read ‘124’. Funny, you thought, you were 126. The club manager from Club Pentagon, Namgyu. You remembered the smooth way he'd integrated himself in your inner circle that first night. He'd come bearing drugs and free alcohol that you eagerly accepted. Smooth talking and flirty, you hadn't minded his advances since he’d been before Nico.

“You can all take a photo with her and Thanos,” he said to the group.

He gestured over to a man with spiky purple hair. Thanos. A cold sweat went over you seeing him in person. The last time you’d seen him, you both were panting and bottomless in the Battle dressing room. A part of you shivered recalling how his hands felt on your body back then. In that dressing room, he’d pressed on every weak spot as if he’d already known. He’d worked you easily, driving you crazy and nearly begging for him to enter you. When he finally did, it was better than any high you’d ever had before. You sometimes thought he’d been better than Nico.

“Wassup, Senorita?” he said, and you almost laughed from his cringey opener. “I haven't seen you since Battleground.”

“I've been around,” you lied.

“Let's take a photo with our fans,” he said to the delight of the group. “A real artist doesn't deny their fans.”

Before you could reject the offer, Thanos and Namgyu pulled you to the camera station next. It reminded you of times that pulled at your broken heart. The fans who used to come to every single show regardless of location; the ones who posted about you on their social media and streamed your music. You didn’t care about the fame they brought, but the acceptance and energy. When you stood behind your microphone, you were home. You could breathe amongst them. Nowadays, you can hardly bear it. Your last album disappointed a lot of people; they said it sounded too manufactured and not like your old sound. You’d gotten a ghostwriter to help you, and that itself was a disaster. The group of followers circled around you for the photo before a masked man stopped you.

“It's only one photo!” said the first woman told the guard. “You took our phones so we can't take the photos ourselves!”

“Don't you know who they are?” asked the man. “This is B.Kat and Thanos. You know, the rappers?”

“It's not allowed,” the masked soldier said again, crossing his arms in an X symbol.

The group groaned in disappointment, but Thanos turned to them. “Tell you what. When we get out of here, B.Kat and I will take photos with all of you.”

“Or just with you,” you said.

“We might even do a friendly rap battle, eh?” he teased you with a nudge.

“Ooh yeah!” The group cheered, excited by the prospect.

“I don't think so-”

“-Please step aside,” said the masked man, “And take your individual photos.”

You were the first to obey. However, they weren't done with you. Thanos came up beside you.

“You know, it’s not cool to snub your fans like that,” he said in matter-of-factly tone. “People will start thinking you’re a snotty person.”

“I don’t have fans anymore,” you replied, not meeting his eyes.

“You have plenty,” he reasoned, gesturing to the people behind you. “Like, who were those people then? Paid fans?” When you did not answer, he said, “Where’ve you been, B? You haven’t been in the game for a while.”

“I retired.”

He scoffed, “You can’t retire. You’re too young to retire.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“Just wasn’t feeling it anymore.”

You missed it. You missed being on stage performing for a crowd of people, just feeding off one another's energy. In the dark rooms and dim lights you could release everything laying inside you. You could be another person. But, then it stopped. The music that used to flow out of you felt stuck and dry. It no longer brought the same excitement as before. Every time you thought about stepping on stage, shame came and drove you away. You sat in your room for ages trying to write lyrics or music, but it didn’t happen. The worst thing that could happen did happen: you’d lost your passion.

“That's a shame,” he said. “I liked your music. I enjoy your flow better. You have a lot of control, so you're precise but still spitting like crazy. Like,” he chuckled, “‘This ain’t a movie, wake up. You’ve lost your sense of reality. Fall away far from here.’ It flows so well. I hoped to hear more after that album of yours.”

You didn’t want to talk about your album. Nico’s betrayal hurt enough without adding your stupid decision to it. “Thanks.”

You all walked into an open roof room. Nothing in it but sand and a large animatronic doll at the end of the room. A female voice explained the rules as Red Light, Green Light.

“We're playing Red Light, Green Light?” Thanos scoffed when it was announced. “This will be a cake walk.”

“I don’t think so,” you said, eyeing the doll at the end by the tree. An ominous feeling crept inside your bones, stiffening them as you walked.

“Why?”

“That’s too easy. There must be a catch.” You searched the room for the answer, but you saw nothing unusual. “They wouldn’t give a bunch of broke people a chance at money without there being some challenge to this.”

“You’re being paranoid.”

“Maybe.”

You felt him stand closer to you. “Don’t worry, B,” he said, winking, “I’ll protect you.”

You somehow doubted that. When the game finally started, your suspicions were proven right. A man-Player 456-told you that the doll was a motion detector and if you moved, they’d shoot you. Nobody believed him the first time, scoffing and laughing at him.

“He’s like my old man when he comes home drunk,” Thanos said with a smirk, “Just spitting nonsense.”

“He’s not drunk.”

“What do you mean? Look at him.”

When the doll called out a second and third time, the true catch was revealed. Bullets came flying from different directions, piercing through people that moved even a smidge. Hot blood sprayed on your face as the man in front of you got a bullet to the head. You could taste the droplets near your mouth, and the stench of blood stuck to your nostrils. Staring down, you realized you’d never seen a dead body before. Not even at a funeral. The man, pot-bellied and bald, laid lifeless at your feet. When it came time to move, you stepped around him and kept going until you reached the end. More people around you and Thanos dropped to the ground. You turned to see your own horror mirrored in his eyes.

The game ended, and you stared at the field of bodies left on the ground. You wondered what you’d gotten yourself into for real. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t real. It’s a nightmare that you’d wake up from any second. Yet, as you walked on shaky legs back to the dorm, the blood you wiped from your face made everything real. Nobody spoke as you entered the dorm. You walked right to your bunk in the far corner, visions of the dead still clouding your mind. How could they do that? They’d shot those people so easily. What kind of person came up with “games” like this?

“This shit is crazy, man.” Thanos took the bed beside yours, shocked and confused. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, hugging your sides. “I…Those people…It’s…”

Neither of you spoke for a while. You saw the same horrified expressions on the other players. It was the small click that broke you from your thoughts. Thanos had retrieved a large cross from under his shirt and opened it to reveal several different colored pills. Nico used to have a vial of cocaine he kept on him at all times. He always shared it with you. He said he’d do it with nobody else. You wonder now how true that was.

“Want one?” Thanos offered the cross to you, chewing down on one of them. “It’s crazy good, man. Like nothing I’ve done before.”

“No, thanks.”

“Come on, I know you pop too. We did it together that night.”

“No.”

He closed the cross, and finished chewing. “Your last album was shit,” he said out of nowhere, still watching the rest of the group. “Who wrote the music? Nico?”

No point denying it. “This guy named Huey.”

“You used to write your own verses. I saw you doing it during Battleground. What happened?”

“It stopped coming to me.”

“You thought getting a ghostwriter would make it easier?”

“I needed to make money.

“And lose all your cred in the process?”

“I didn’t think the difference would be that noticeable.”

“Psh, well, it fucking was. Everybody was talking about it. They said you’d finally sold out.”

“I know what they were saying.”

“People already thought a girl rapper was a joke,” he said, “And right when you were showing people you were the real deal, you-”

“-Keep talking and I’ll shove that cross down your fucking throat,” you snapped. “I already know all that. You think I don’t know it? I’ve known since before Battleground when they picked that clown J.D. over me. I heard the shit those fuckers said behind my back: that they thought I was somebody’s girlfriend when they saw me and how I’d make a better groupie than a rapper. I don’t need a pill popper telling me how I fucked up my career. My boyfriend taking my money is already embarrassing enough.”

“Nico took your money?” This made him turn his head.

“Yeah.”

“Damn,” he huffed. “That’s ten times more fucked up. At least the guy who scammed me didn’t know me.”

“Who scammed you?”

“MG Coin,” he scowled, “He told us to invest in this coin and we’d be billionaires. Then the guys who made the coin took all of the money and ran.” He stared into the crowd, “And now he’s here.”

“He is?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna get my money back from him one way or another.”

“Me too!” Namgyu appeared hanging from a bunk above you both.

“Namsu-”

“-Namgyu-” he corrected Thanos.

“Yeah, Namgyu and I bonded over our shared misfortune,” Thanos said. “We’re gonna get our money back from him. All of it.”

“In order for him to pay you back, he’s got to be the sole winner,” you said, “And in order to be the sole winner, we’d have to be dead.”

“I ain’t dying,” he scoffed, “And neither are you.”

“I already did, so it doesn’t matter.”

Your chest tightened whenever you thought about it. The last time you’d held your notebook, you’d stared at the pages until you gave up. When you last heard one of your songs, you felt nothing. A part of you, you felt, had died. The excitement that used to come out of you no longer existed. It was your first death. Dying in these stupid games would only be a second one.

“Pill?” He offered his cross a second time, seeing your watering eyes.

You took a red one without hesitation this time. Crushing it between your teeth, you knew the chalky substance would sink into your bloodstream and you’d forget about it.

“Can I get one?” Namgyu asked eagerly, trying to get closer to him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Thanos said as if he weren’t already tucking the cross away.

The masked men returned to the room, and everyone gathered in the center. They told you the new accumulated amount, then for a vote. People could vote to either keep the games going or stop them and leave with a share of what’s left. Seeing the amount left, you knew what choice you needed to make.

“That would barely put a dent in my debt,” you said out loud to yourself.

“Same,” said Thanos. You saw the drug starting to take over him with his restless body. “So, it looks like we’re going back into the fray together, B!”

“Looks like it.”

As expected, even with the amount of bloodshed they’d witnessed, most people picked to continue the games. You heard some people say ‘just one more game can cover my debt’. That depended on how many people died in the next game. As the drug starts running in your veins, you let yourself get lost in the euphoria.

Hey, if you’re going to die a second time, you’d enjoy the time while you could.

****

“Fuck, you taste good.”

His tongue swirled and dipped carefully over the hard nub and hood. Your nails dug into his hair, purple hair tangling between your fingers.

“Better than anything I’ve had before.”

A slight rush of cold on your side pulled you from the hazy dream.

“That’s a good girl…Yeah, just like that…You look so pretty like this…Can we just stay here? You feel so fucking good, baby. I don’t want to stop.”

His hands and lips were fire on your skin. His length sunk deep in every thrust, stretching and filling you. Your hands slipped into the dark purple spikes of his hair, scratching his scalp as you tugged on it out of habit. He kept you pinned with his body as he slowly rocked his hips to yours.

“Subong…”

His body came first. He slowly uncurled you from your sideways position for more access to you. A pair of lips started pecking your neck, starting at your shoulder before reaching the curve at the base. Your mind stayed in between dreams and reality, unable to register what was really going on. Soft breaths buried themselves in your hair, while two hands went around your middle.

He withdrew just to rub against your clit. His girth pushed your swollen lips apart, sliding over the sensitive nub before slipping back into your entrance. You didn’t think Subong would be any good, but here he was driving you crazy.

“I was that good, huh?” his voice filled your ear, pulling you from your wet dreams. “So good you dream about it?” You responded with a weary whine. “You sounded so sweet whimpering my name just now. You should do it again.”

You whined at the hands toying with your nipples. His fingers whirled slowly around the softness to stimulate them, which wasn’t hard to do. That familiar tightness built between your thighs. It had been a long time since anyone coaxed this feeling out of you. You reached around through Thanos’s arms, grabbing the nape of his neck to touch as much as you could. He grinded into you, his hardness poking against your ass each time and causing him to groan. Whether it was the pills or you really had talked in your sleep, you didn’t care. You didn’t want him to stop.

“Open your legs,” he whispered, turning your head to draw you in for a kiss. His tongue slipped over yours in the deep kiss, passionate like the first time. He explored your mouth with his tongue before ending it with a few soft pecks. “Let me see how wet you’ve gotten.”

You let him slip off your sweatpants to reveal the plain cotton underwear. Rubbing your thighs together, you knew there must be a small wet patch already there. You got confirmation when three fingers rubbed over it, and he groaned.

“It must’ve been a nice dream if you’re this wet already,” he said, lightly dotting kisses on your neck. “I remember how wet you got for me in that dressing room. It was running down your thighs when I started fucking you. You remember that, don’t you, baby? You remember how sticky and sloppy your pussy was before I railed you?”

“Ye-yes…” You let go of his hair to feel down his body to his center. He quivered at your touch, breathing heavily as you reached the bulge pressing to you. “I remember how hard you were by the time I put you in my mouth.”

“Best blowjob I ever had,” said Thanos, pushing into your hand as he spread your wetness through your panties. “I got so jealous when I heard you started dating someone. I would’ve treated you a billion times better than him,” he traced his tongue along your ear, “And fucked you as much as you wanted.”

“Why do I believe that?” you giggled, giving his cock a squeeze.

Thanos chuckled as he turned your head to kiss you. His tongue instantly darting into your mouth, your arousal grew feeling him harden in your hand. Not particularly big, you knew he’d make you see stars by the time you finished. You slid over the hard tip before teasing the sensitive underside. You couldn’t stop thinking about him inside you. His thickness pulsing and twitching in his boxers brought memories of how perfectly he’d filled you that night. Nico wasn’t very big, but Thano’s was the perfect length.

He’d also gone longer.

Soon, Thanos pushed through your panties, and a rush of cold air made you tremble. Two fingers holding your swollen lips open, a third one flicked over your clitoris. You flinched at the single swipe, earning light chuckles before he did it a second time. The tip of his finger rolling around it, you put your hand in his boxers to feel his hot, hard cock on your fingers. A light trickle of precum became the lube you used to coat his tip. The squishy bulb leaked into your palm in every stroke, and his low moans filled your ear. You sensed his need beginning to build with yours, making you stroke him more.

“Pl-please,” you whimpered, eyes closing and back arching as he teased your entrance with two fingers. “Please…”

“You’ll get it soon, baby,” Thanos promised, free hand sliding up to your throat where he held in your place. “You’ll get it really soon. Be a good girl and be quiet for me. We wouldn’t want to wake anyone else up.”

Your leg going back over his, Thanos pinned it down with his arm. Volume really should be a concern, but the overwhelming pleasure overcame that sense. You squirmed in his hold while he teased you. Spreading your juices around, you heard the faint slick sounds in every move. It was when he slipped the fingers inside that your thighs closed, trapping his hand there.

“No, no, no,” he said, pulling your thigh back up, “You’re keeping these open for me.”

“Subong,” you whined quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He sunk them deep, wriggling the tips around as he curled them. “How can I touch you if they’re closed? You have to keep them open if you want me to make you feel good,” he continued, seeing you moan and writhe from his touches, “Just turn your brain off, and let me take care of you.”

His palm tapping your clit made your thighs and legs tremble. Your back arched against him as your hips moved into his hand. They reached right to your g-spot like they’d done the first time. You recalled everyone having gone home, but you’d stayed to keep rehearsing in your dressing room. He’d come innocently, wanting to talk about music and songwriting, but then it became less innocent. The thought it might’ve been a bet between the men came to you, yet it had been a while and you thought he was cute. It’d been by luck that nobody knew about what you two had done in the dressing room.

“You hear that?” He asked, as he fingered you quickly. He made sure you heard the squishing sounds of your sex gripping his fingers. “That’s all you, sweetie. That’s the sound of your sweet pussy drenched and wet.”

Your body shivered as he went deeper and faster, the sensation crippling you. The deep, tongue-clashing kiss you then shared was what sent you over. Your body suddenly became sensitive to his touch. Muscles tensing in their grasp, eyes squeezed shut as you restrain your orgasm with his mouth, you got lost in the euphoria coursing in your like a drug.

You didn’t have a moment to process anything before the cock in your hand replaced his fingers. Thanos continued the steady pace, holding onto your thigh to keep your legs spread. You could feel him spreading you out, mixing your wetness with his own inside your pussy. Like last time, he hit your core dead center and had you grinding into him for more inches. His faint whimper at your hips whirling to his stroked your ego a bit.

“You had sounded hot too, you know,” you moaned between kisses, keeping his hand on your pussy.

“Oh yeah?” Thanos lifting your leg up and changing his angle slightly.

“Yes,” you said, clenching your jaw as you suppressed more moans. “I love hearing guys moan.”

He took immediate advantage of this information. Lips to your ear, his groans tickled the edges. Hearing it out loud, even in the quiet room, lets you imagine all the pleasure he must be experiencing because of you. Your walls dragged across his cock in each thrust, and you purposefully clenched them to make yourself tighter for him. Thanos drew closer as he lifted your thigh upwards, holding you by your ass instead as he thrusted faster. It showed in the way he gripped your body close to him, wanting to touch more of you. You thanked God you didn’t have anyone sleeping above you.

You were jelly by the time he pulled you underneath him and forced your legs open. As you knew he would, he gently tapped and rubbed against your clit. Overstimulated but wanting more, you cupped your breasts and brushed your nipples for added pleasure. Thanos didn’t allow this. Pushing your hands aside, he pinned them to your sides as he pushed his cock inside you. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against him, loving every inch he gave you in his thrusting.

“Just as good as I remember,” he grunted in your ear, not holding back anymore. The bunk might’ve pushed into the wall if it weren’t bolted to the floor. Yet, the light smack of his hips to yours could be heard. “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

The best dick you’d ever had, including Nico’s, though you didn’t say so out loud. Your mouth could not word the thoughts going through your head. Even back then, Thanos’s cock turned you into a senseless, incoherent mess. You could lay in that bed and take him forever. In the half glow of the dorm, you could see his shirtless body hovering over you. Dark hair hanging over his face, eyes full of lust, he’d look the same in the dressing room.

“I'd vote X if it meant I get to have-have this,” he said in your ear, hands keeping yours to the bed as he took long strokes. “Get to have this tight pussy to myself…all the time…whenever I want…”

“Subong,” you whined, your second orgasm approaching.

“I love when you say my name,” he groaned against your shoulder, “Say it again, baby.”

You said his name like a mantra, the word matching the pace of his hips. You noticed he went particularly hard the times you whined his name instead. He released your wrists and knelt up, lifting your hips from the bed. In this new, elevated position, you could only grind on him as he pumped himself inside you. His muscles constricted from the hold his orgasm and position had on him. As your walls squeezed him, his head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open in every quiet moan he forced back. You reached out for him, grabbing his forearms and keeping him close this way. Trembling in his hold, Thanos sensed your next orgasm and chased it down.

He stuck two fingers in your mouth right as you came around him. Moans muffled by the digits pushing down on your tongue, occasionally pushing to your throat. You forgot where you were at that moment. Pleasure and bliss washed over you in waves, crashing down in trembles and twitching. It controlled every sense in your body, keeping you going but also wearing you down. You held onto his wrist to keep his fingers in your mouth, regardless of the drool they created. Eyes locked on one another, he didn’t tear away even when his own climax approached. Something deeper happened in that moment that had nothing to do with him cumming inside you. Legs hooked around his waist, you kept him close as he emptied the last few drops into your cunt.

“Fuck,” he huffed, settled between your legs and head on your shoulder, “Fucking amazing.”

“Very.”

This is where you expected him to roll over, mutter a goodbye, and start heading back to his bunk. He didn’t. Thanos did lay beside you in the bed, but he didn’t leave. You didn’t mind. It felt nice having someone next to you again. Perhaps you’d let him come back tomorrow night just to have the closeness. Feeling his cum starting to leak from you, you knew you should do something about it, but why? You might not make it out of this place. What did it matter if anything came from this?

“I know what you mean, by the way,” he said in the quietness of the dorm.

“About what?”

“Dying twice.”

The stab wound in your heart reopened at his words. “I was standing on the bridge when that ddjaki guy came up to me,” he said. “I thought about ending it all. Who was I without my music? Okay, the money thing really affected me too, but not like how losing my passion did. It felt hard to make anything. Putting words to my feelings was hard, and it didn’t give me the same excitement it used to. It was like I’d already died, so big deal if I fell from the bridge?”

The confession surprised you. Thanos never struck you as the type to have that mindset. But, as you turned to look at him, you realized you weren’t talking to Thanos, the cocky rapper. You were seeing Choi Subong, a man who once had passions and dreams that became shattered in a single second. A lot like you. Snuggling to him, you put your head on his shoulder as he put an arm around you. You pictured him standing on the edge of the bridge, looking down at the water and contemplating everything that happened to him. He’d lost the lifestyle he worked so hard to achieve, and going back to the bottom was rough.

“But, we’re both good rappers,” he said, “Maybe if we win this, we’ll get our money and our passion back.”

“And if we lose?”

“We’ll be dead and nothing will matter. So, that’s why I’m playing like I’m going to die anyways. If you play like that, you’re not scared.”

“Being high for most of it helps too,” you sneered, hand finding the cross laying nearby.

“It does,” he chuckled. “Want one?”

“Sure,” you shrugged.

Why did it matter? You’d already died once. Dying a second time wouldn’t be so bad.

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A/N: haha love that my first squid game fic is for Thanos. I have others on the way, but hope you enjoyed my first!

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