#my stomach is acting up still 💔

[notetaeker]

November 24, 2023 - Friday

Jumuah Mubarak! What a lovely day today✨ did some work, picked up a paintbrush for the first time in 4 months, and saw a brilliant sunset. Seeing videos of Palestinian hostages, kids who locked up for 8 years, smiling and embracing their moms warmed my heart. Ceasefire for a few days is not enough. End the genocide now. Dismantle the apartheid state.

[yunhoszn]

motive

PAIRING choi san x f!reader

WORD COUNT 3.37k

GENRES kinda fluff ig﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, friends to lovers, reader is lowkey down horrendous, but san is too i guess, um tbh this is just porn with minimal plot… 😭, reader gets jealous, Tension, i can’t think of anything else for the tame aspect so, making out, exhibitionism, soft dom!san, marking-ish, scratching, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, they’re like kinda clumsy in the way that everything is a fucking joke to them, actually a lot of kissing, san’s a sweet talker, public sex, shower sex, unprotected sex (pls be safe), creampie, cutesy ending

SUMMARY it’s annoying that your gym partner constantly gets flirted with right in front of you, especially when you have a crush on said gym partner. good thing your gym partner has a crush on you, too.

MORE HELLO oh my god okay, this is my first written fic on this blog and im actually so nervous posting it… but fuck it! we ball! this wasn’t originally the first fic i was gonna post but,,, the other one is still marinating in the drafts so you get mr. choi san instead <3 ALSO THANK U SM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS HELLO. my blog is 2 weeks old that’s insanity 🤕 big thank u to the loml @kimsohn for betaing for me ilysm maya <<3 pls reblog if u enjoyed and pls moot me :( i need more atiny friends 💔

“Wow, San, you’re so strong,”

You scoff to yourself as you watch the trio of girls surround him, dainty fingers touching anywhere they can. He laughs sheepishly, shifting his seat on the weight bench. You think it’s funny, really, the fact that he was eating up their attention and acting like he was so shy about it. He was supposed to be your gym partner. 

With a small grunt, you take the dumbbells in front of you and focus on your form in the mirror. You make attempt after attempt to ignore the commotion behind you, but ultimately fail. How could you not stare with all the obnoxious giggling? Even as you lunge, eyes zeroed in on the perfect 90° angle your legs make, you can still make out the group’s reflection in the mirror. 

Every drag of a manicured nail along his bicep, each twirl of hair, it was pissing you off. You had no real right to be mad, though. It’s not like San was your boyfriend or anything. You were just friends, and he’d volunteered to help you out when you mentioned struggling at the gym. What started as him spotting you when needed and giving tips to help improve your workouts, turned into waiting around for him to stop flirting with the girls who flocked over to him. 

Maybe you were being a bit dramatic. It’s not like this happened every time you came to the gym, but it was enough to be irritating. There was also a very high probability that it ticked you off so much because you had a crush on San yourself. Your infatuation was less superficial, however. Yes, he was an attractive man, that was one fact that couldn’t be refuted, but there was more to him than his big muscles and handsome face.

You’d known San since you met in your first year Anthropology course. This was way before he started hitting the gym and building his physique. He used to be this thin, pretty boy. Girls thought he was cute, but that was about it. No one was jumping at the chance to ask him out, or giggling at his every word. No one except for you.

He was not only cute, but he was sweet and funny and just about every good quality you could think of. You didn’t want to be one of those people who thought you were special because you knew him before his insane bodily transformation, though in a way you were. San was your good friend above anything else, and you had a fear instilled in you that that’s all he would ever be. The idea made your stomach churn.

”Do you think you could bench me?”

A sigh pushes past your lips when you see one of the girls get a little closer to him. You’re over working out at this point, ready to just call it a day and go home. What were you doing here if your partner was going to ignore you the entire time? You set the dumbbells back on their respective rack, grabbing your phone and water bottle while simultaneously turning up the volume on your headphones to drown out everything around you. 

You don’t bother telling San that you’re leaving, making your way into the changing rooms to grab the rest of your things from your locker. The frown etched onto your face as you do so serves as a reminder that he would never see you in that way. Perhaps you were perpetually stuck as the girl space friend. With a giant emphasis on the space. 

There’s a gentle grasp around your wrist, making you jump in surprise. You turn around with wide eyes, pushing your headphones off your ears. San stares back at you with an unreadable expression, lips slightly pursed.

”God, San, you almost gave me a heart attack,” you hold a hand to your chest, heaving up and down a little.

”I tried calling your name, but you didn’t hear me,” he shrugs, releasing your arm and shoving his hands into the pockets of his athletic shorts. “Why didn’t you tell me you were ready to leave?”

”You looked busy.” Really, you wanted to hide the jealousy and bitterness from your tone, but ultimately failed, even throwing in an unintentional scrunch of your nose. It feels like your heart dropped to your stomach, resembling a prey caught by its predator when you realize the connotation behind your words.

San smiles at you, a smug grin that’s so out of character for him, you’re a little nervous now. He takes a step forward and you back up until you reach the lockers, one of his hands coming up to rest on the surface near your head. A small chuckle breaches the sound barrier, his eyes drinking in your figure like he might never get the opportunity to do it again. “Y/N… are you jealous?”

Instinctively, you shake your head. What he doesn’t know can’t kill him. But then he’s raising an eyebrow in question and you feel like a puppy with its tail between its legs. You blink up at him, nails digging into your palms to keep your composure. “Should I be?”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, that same cocky smirk on his features. He knows what he’s doing, you think to yourself. He has you cornered and he’s using it to his advantage. The hand that isn’t holding his weight comes up to your face, fingers gliding along your jaw with a feather light touch. “No, I don’t think so. The only girl who’s attention I really care about is right where I want her.”

Your breathing stutters, halting in your throat and momentarily winding you. Choi San might very well be the death of you. Especially with that darkened look in his eyes, the chocolate brown color now resembling the night sky. His thumb swipes across your lower lip, letting it resume its original place. “What do— what do you mean by that?”

He was giving you a bone, a hint that he could potentially feel the same as you, but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted the words to leave his mouth and verbally confirm that for you. Want wasn’t even good enough. You needed it. 

“There’s no way you don’t know,” San says, voice hushed. “No way that you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you since first year.”

Something similar to a choked groan departs from you, your pulse racing in your ears, thumping beneath your chest. You’re too stunned to move, frozen in your spot in case this is all some fucked up dream. It doesn’t even occur to you that someone could walk in, doesn’t even cross your mind that you’re in too public of a setting for this conversation or where it could go. 

“I don’t— I didn’t…” Your eyes attempt to stay on his, but keep flickering down to his mouth. 

“It was so hard for me to play nice guy for so long,” he whispers, a pout adorning his expression. “And today? I couldn’t even stare at you shamelessly because of those damn girls. It’s so fucking annoying when they bother me while I’m trying to flirt with you. But since I’m Nice Guy San, I can’t be rude.”

“You flirt with me?” You snort, your shell shock wearing off and a goofy smile worming its way onto your face. He laughs along with you, tilting away to hide the warmth blooming on his cheeks. The tension is still present, but it’s a lot more bearable.

”I guess I’m not very good at it if you couldn’t even tell,” he glances down at his feet, the confident San from before long gone and now replaced by a bashful version. “Am I going crazy, or is this gonna go somewhere? I don’t want to misread anything and ruin what we already have. The ball is entirely in your court.”

It’s your turn to be shy, shrinking in on yourself slightly. Acknowledging that you had feelings for San was a separate can of worms. There was a big difference between him confessing to you and vice versa. You know if given the stage, you’d just start blabbering on and on about how you feel for him, and that would just be embarrassing for both of you. So instead you say, “Can I show you?”

When he nods, your fingers raise to his jaw, cupping it gently as you lean up. Your lips brush his softly, barely grazing them. His eyes flutter shut, a shiver running down his spine simply from your kiss. A pleasant buzz courses through your veins from your lips to the tips of your fingers. You’ve wanted this forever, you don’t think you could ever go back.

You pull back and San fists the fabric of your t-shirt on your waist, eyes still closed as he chases your mouth. “Fuck, Y/N, can I kiss you again?”

“Please,” you whine, enveloping your lips with his as soon as you get the green light. This time is desperate, noses bumping each other. You’re going lightheaded and dizzy, already intoxicated by him. Your back presses into the lockers behind you, arching into his chest for more. 

He deepens the kiss and it’s almost too much. You’re overwhelmed by the emotions taking control of you, not at all prepared for what would come with actually being with San. It had always been a distant fantasy, something that felt so completely out of reach that you didn’t dare let yourself indulge in the notion for too long. The way his lips lock with yours, fluidly and synchronously like missing pieces of a puzzle, you think you can die happily. 

“As hot as it would be to fuck you right here, I’d rather not get kicked out of this gym,” he chuckles breathlessly. “And since we’re both sweaty from working out, I think we could use a shower. Don’t you?”

You leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth, nodding frantically at his suggestion. Though you imagined your first time with San being in a bed, slow and sensual, you’d be so stupid to complain about this. Fucking in one of the gym showers, where anyone could hear you? Go big or go home. 

He scopes the area to ensure the coast is clear before hauling you into one of the stalls, dragging the curtain shut. You kiss roughly between removing articles of clothing, San turning on the water while his lips make quick work of your neck. Goosebumps form on your skin when the cool water hits it, your fingers combing through his wet hair as he sucks harsh marks into your collarbone and sternum. 

“You’re so gorgeous, babe,” he mutters into your skin, nipping lightly at the tops of your tits. One of his hands travels south, sliding through your folds with ease. He rubs tight circles into your clit, prodding at your entrance with his ring finger. “I need you to cum for me once before I fuck you for real, okay?”

“Mhm,” you moan quietly, hiking one of your legs around his waist. His finger pushes inside you to the knuckle and then curls. Your eyes all but roll to the back of your head, back arching off of the tiled wall. “Feels so good, San…”

“Yeah?” He smiles against your skin, trailing pecks up your neck and along your jawline. You whimper in his ear, cunt sucking in his finger greedily. He adds a second, the middle one, and applies pressure to your clit with the heel of his palm. The sight of you falling apart by his hand alone is sending blood rushing to his brain. 

Your body feels hot to the touch, risking a downwards glance at where his fingers disappear into your pussy. It forces another whine out of you, your head tossing back. You tug at the strands of hair that stick to the nape of his neck, steeling yourself the only way you can in this position. San just seemed to know you, to know exactly what you needed without you having to tell him. Either he was really good at guessing, or everything he did seemed to be perfect, because you’ve never climbed to the summit this quickly before. 

There’s a knot in the pit of your stomach that weaves itself tighter and tighter with each curl of his digits and each swirl of his thumb on your clit. You think you could cry from how attentive he was, from how determined he was to provide you pleasure. Your cunt contracts around his fingers, and he can sense the precipice of your orgasm, speeding up his pace. 

You squirm around in his hold, allowing him to spread apart your thighs so he can brush the pads of the digits buried inside of you up against that spongy sweet spot. You’re trembling now, nearing the edge of that familiar cliff. “San, baby, I’m— god— I’m so close,”

“Let go for me, my love.” He coos into the corner of your mouth, hushing your moans. He doesn’t slow his assault, inching you further and further towards your release like it was his own personal mission. That knot in your belly begins to unravel until it slips through your grasp completely, your orgasm rocking into you like a tidal wave. 

San aids you as you ride out your high, already spent before he’s even gotten the chance to be inside of you. He kisses you tenderly, pulling out his fingers with caution since you were still so sensitive. Your nails claw down his front, scratching his abdomen with a purpose. He shudders beneath you, lips curling up into another soft smile. 

“What?” You ask with a giggle, mirroring his expression when he wipes water from your face. 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, grin unwavering. “You just look really pretty like this.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get into my pants, Choi San.” You tease, yanking him down for a saccharine kiss. He reciprocates without hesitation, drawing his palm on your thigh so he can wrap it around his waist again. 

“Me? Never…” He laughs along your mouth. “Is it working, though?”

You roll your eyes playfully, reconnecting your lips. “Are you gonna fuck me for real now?”

“What kinda question is that?” He glides the tip of his cock between your folds, shutting you up instantaneously. He’s heavy where he sits, slipping the shaft through your lower lips. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you forget where you are, baby.”

Before you can even let out another sound of appreciation, he’s stretching you out, cock thrusting up into your pussy without warning. You jump up a bit to hook your other leg around his hips so he’s supporting your whole weight. The new angle makes it easier for him to delve deeper in your cunt, his dick accessing places you’d never knew existed. 

After he’s sure you’ve adjusted to his length, he starts to move, pistoning in and out of you much more forcefully than he did with his fingers. Your lips part for a voluminous moan, but then you hear a group of loud girls entering the shower area and San slaps a hand over your mouth. He makes no effort to stop, fucking into you without a single care for the people on the other side of the shower curtain. 

“Did any of you see where San went? He disappeared so fast.” 

You recognize the voice as belonging to one of the girls who was openly flirting with San while you were working out. Not even needing to see her, you can picture the exaggerated pout on her face based on her tone alone. 

“He probably followed after that stupid bitch he’s always with.”

Your half lidded eyes meet San’s but he still pays no mind to them, digging his nails into your plush thighs. He pulls all the way out, just to slam his cock all the way back in. His pace leisures, but his power doesn’t, abusing your cunt with every snap of his hips. 

“I think I’m gonna ask him out next time I see him. I have to stake my claim before someone else does.”

He holds back a laugh, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You drown out their conversation after that, too focused on the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls so deliciously to even worry about those idiot girls. Little did they know he was closer than they thought…

Thankfully, they leave not much longer after that, and he uncovers your mouth. You gasp for air, panting feverishly when he picks up his speed again. Your bottom lip quivers with a whine, too fucked out to conjugate words that make sense. 

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Taking me like a fucking princess,” San praises. He groans, water droplets slipping along the valleys of his sculpted chest and abdomen. It drips with every roll of his hips and every thrust of his cock into your pussy. This was what he had been building up to, what he’d been dreaming of for years. “Who’s fucking you like this?”

“Mmm,” you moan, supping him in deeper, further, as cavernous as humanly possible. “You, San— fuck— y-you are.”

You arch your back, sneaking a hand in the middle of the two of you and pressing the pads of your fingers harshly on your clit when you do so. San holds you closer to him so your pelvic bones nearly clash each time he punches into you. The change in depth that he fucks you has your cunt squelching, any semblance of coherent thought escaping you. 

Your vision goes blank, stars decorating the backs of your eyelids as your second orgasm blindsides you. Not a sound leaves you after it knocks into you, cumming with so much force you think you might pass out in San’s arms. When you’ve finished, you let out a guttural groan, walls fluttering around his cock. 

“Gonna cum— shit— where do—“ you interrupt him with a whimper. 

“Cum inside of me,” your begging tone has him spilling into you practically on command. He fills you up perfectly, a moan from deep within him reaching your ears. You both stay like that for a moment, skin sticking to the other’s due to the thin sheen of sweat coupled with the steam of the shower coating your bodies. 

You can feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes, one of your hands coming up to caress his back gently. He pulls out with a wince, palms resting on either side of you as he recuperates. He breathes through his nostrils, forehead glued to your shoulder. His hands rub up and down your sides soothingly. 

“It’s safe to assume you’re gonna turn that girl down when she asks you out, right?” You ask suddenly, attempting to diffuse whatever’s in the air between you now. San laughs into your shoulder. 

“Y/N, I’m turning down any girl who asks me out from now on,” he stands upright, biting his lip before kissing you gently. “I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate that very much.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Girlfriend?”

“Am I being too overzealous?” His nose scrunches up. 

“You’re being the right amount of zealous, I think,” you brush away a strand of wet hair that falls into his eyes. “But I think your ‘girlfriend’ would like it if you actually asked her to be your girlfriend.”

Choi San is the prettiest man you’ve ever set your sights on, but somehow, he looks even prettier smiling down at you after having sex with you in a gym shower. It’s a feat that should be considered illegal, and you should receive restitution for the distress it’s caused on your heart. 

“Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

And well, maybe you’d deal with that later. It was kind of difficult to ignore that sparkle in his eyes, especially when it was directed at you. You nod without a second thought. 

“I would love nothing more.”

© yunhoszn. do not steal, claim, or repost. 

[emmyrosee]

suna and 11? CONGRATS EMMY!!!!

THANK YOU ANGEL FACE 🥹🩷

anonymous said 11. Suna and maybe u can tie it with ur recent post and possibly make them break up??? ❤️

11 with Suna… Argument 💔

There’s a deep rooted insecurity suna rintaro holds.

It’s not one he talks about often, nor do you bring it up, because it’s dumb, it’s a stupid little thing that you both know doesn’t make a difference in your relationship, yet Rintaro always finds himself harping and beating himself up over it.

Right now is no exception, as you stand across from him with your hands scrubbing your face, clearly exhausted by the fight.

“I don’t think of Osamu like that!”

“You sure had a hell of a time showing it!”

You had a crush on Osamu first.

Way back when rintaro wasn’t even into you, he couldn’t have known you from some random soul, you had feelings for osamu, but you never acted on them because you assumed he never liked you back- not to mention his insane fan girls. You kept your distance until you moved on; only to meet Rintaro in college, recognizing each other about three weeks in, where your feelings for him started to bloom.

You’d let it slip to him once when recounting high school memories how you fell hard for the dark haired twin, and while yes, it made rintaro tense up, you assured him it was over. You were done with him.

Yet every time you hang out with the group, Rintaro feels that same jealousy creep up his spine.

“God, when will it click for you that I love you!” You cry, desperate for him to hear you. “You! Only you! For five years Rintaro, it’s only ever been you!”

“Don’t act like you still don’t-“

“I DONT!” You bark. “I don’t! Whatever you’re about to say, I. Don’t. Because I do, with you!”

He feels sick to his stomach at this point, your sharp words to him only translating as a defense against his words, desperate to keep something hidden.

Not as a genuine frustration.

“I think you should go be with Osamu,” he snarls. “Since your so comfortable getting him drinks and putting your hands on him-“

“I wasn’t making out with the kid, I was patting his back after a joke!”

“-and maybe you should be with him since he’s just soo funny-“

“MAYBE I WILL!” You shriek.

The plates in the kitchen settle and the doors creak softly at the force of your yells, and your eyes glimmer with remorse but your face harbors exhaustion.

“…what?” He croaks.

“Maybe I should go be with literally anyone else,” you choke. “Since you think I’m flirting with anyone and everyone in the goddamned circle-“

“Wait- no, I just-“

“I don’t care what you do,” you whimper. “I’m sick of your jealousy. I’m sick of your hatred of my friendship with some kid who couldn’t give a fuck about me- you literally picked up the pieces of me he shattered, yet you still think there’s a chance I could love him?” You scoff, “you’re ridiculous.”

He sobers up as you throw your arms out in defeat, “I’m so… tired, of the accusations, Rintaro. I’ve given you five years of unconditional love and gratitude. And all you can boil me down to is someone who had a crush in high school?”

“I’m just so worried to lose you,” he says, voice breaking.

“Yeah? Well, you’ve lost me.” You take a step back and gnaw on your lip, “I’m going to go. Think long and thorough about this. But just know, I’ll always love you. Even if you’ve never trusted me.”

“No, no, no, please, don’t leave-“

“I’ll talk to you later…. Okay?”

He’s never going to hear from you again. This, he knows.

The door closes, and he wipes his tearful eyes with the back of his head, slipping out his phone to look at your happy smiling face again, one he took off the face of the earth with his jealousy.

There’s a black screen that faces back to him. It won’t turn on. He groans and hucks the thing across the room, hearing it clang somewhere far enough away.

He’ll deal with it in the morning. For now, he’s got some wallowing to plan out.

[orieriee]

How Hawks Falls in Love

hawks x gn! pro-hero reader

author's note: is tumblr still alive? I've been wanting to write this out for a long time since I caught up with the mha manga. There are some imagines that I would love to share if I have time 😭

warnings: grammar errors(?), it's fluff! A comfort fic!

my masterlist

Despite his friendly nature and his popularity among fans, he finds it hard to let people inside his heart due to his past

But when Hawks falls in love, he tends to approach it with a logical mindset

What is this anxious feeling that he feels when he's with you? Why does his heart race when he thinks about doing something with you?

Maybe it's acid reflux because he had coffee, maybe it's because of the caffeine

But Hawks isn't all that blind about love

It is the common symptoms of falling in love when you experience a racing heart and butterflies in the stomach whenever you think about that special person

But it took Hawks a while to admit that he's actually falling in love

Shit... He cursed inside when he felt a pound in the heart after talking to you

That's when he realized...

Yes, he's falling in love

It took him a while, now that he has admitted it, nothing is different in the way he treats you actually

It's the same friendly manner

It really took him a while

He takes the most careful approach to his newfound profound feelings

Does he want to date you? Or will he dismiss it as just a simple crush? Those options are a never-ending dilemma that runs through his thoughts every time

"Do you have someone you like?"

He took the opportunity to ask when the moment was right

"Yes" you replied

He considered your 'yes' and 'no' before. If there were someone else that you like, he would likely decide to move on and dismiss it as just a one-sided crush

Although he'll most likely still likes you in secret

But you replied with a yes, that turns out to be a confession

And oh how he realized how love-starved he was

The act of love is unusual to him, since he grew up in an unloving household during childhood

But he didn't hate it, it was what he needed

How safe he felt with you whenever you held him in your arms, how relieved he was when he burried his head into your neck, it's a peace haven for him

You're now his home

One he always dreams of having

He swore he would protect you from all harms, to cherish and support you in every joy and challenge that life brings, to laugh with you in times of joy, and to provide solace in times of sorrow.

He pledge to love and honor you, to respect and cherish you, for all the days of your lives

ARGHHH I haven't done this in a long while😭 I hope this isn't too bad! (I think it has been 2 years since I've written a fanfic 🤡) I apologize in advance if there was any mistakes or if it's cringey 💔

I love our burnt chicken XD

Published by orieriee on 9 July 2024

[jwonsite]

taesan (boynextdoor) smut drabble

warnings: he’s kinda mean,, rough,, reader tries to top him,, does not work,, unprotected (wrap it up!), oral (m receiving), p in v, he cums inside, slight breath kink..?

wc: uhhhh around 1k

when i tell you this is my fav taesan to write,,, i mean it cuz he quite literally LOVES this dynamic most definitely his fav. loves being able to put you in your place when you’re not listening and show you who’s in charge🥰

probably would start w you just teasing him in little ways thru out the day,, rubbing your ass against him as you pass by,, “accidentally” brushing your hand over his dick when you’re sitting next to him,, bending down right in front of him to grab something off the floor,, literally just doing everything you can to drive him insane enough for him to finally say something to you. def just grabbing you by the wrist as you pass by a little too closely and saying something like “what the fuck is your problem today??”,,, and just seeing how annoyed he gets when you answer back “i don’t know what you’re talking about baby🤕” as you free yourself from his grip and keep walking.

he would def just run a hand thru his hair before following you to your room,, watching as you change out of your clothes into a pair of shorts and one of his t shirts before continuing to talk,,, saying something like “you’ve been acting like a slut all day,, is what i’m talking about”,, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame as you slip his t shirt over your frame. “ohh that?”,, sitting on the edge of the bed as you talk to him,, watching as he walks over to stand above you,, arms still crossed as he runs his eyes down your figure,, “yeah that,, you wanna say sorry for acting like a slut all day while i was trying to get some work done?”

his hands coming down to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants to show his hard on straining against his underwear. “mm,,, i don’t think i will,,, gonna get what i want anyways” you say as you lean back onto your hands,, watching as his dick is practically leaking at the sound of your voice. taesan probably just letting out a small laugh under his breath,, before wrapping his hand around your neck to pull your face right up against his dick,, pushing your face down onto him to relieve some of the pressure,, “yeah? you think i’m gonna give you what you want after you were being a brat all day?” he says as he forces two of his fingers into your mouth to yank your jaw open,,, quickly pulling down his underwear to shove his dick in your mouth,, pushing your nose all the way down to his pelvis so he can hear you choking on his dick🤕

he would love feeling the way you push against his thighs,, trying your best to come up for air as he’s holding you down,, watching how your eyes start to tear up at the intrusion at the back of your throat💔 literally just using your throat like a fucktoy,,, thrusting in and out of your so hard until he’s holding your face down and cumming straight down your throat,, pulling your face off of him as he says smth like “you wanna keep acting like a brat and choke on my dick again or are you gonna be a good girl and listen so i can finally fuck you like the slut that you are?”,, watching as you try to catch your breath,,

his breath suddenly hitching as your hand reaches out to pump his dick,, running your thumb over his slit as he tried to grab your wrist to stop the overstimulation,, you just keep pumping him until he’s cumming again all over your hands,, smirking as he lets out low groans and moans,, “what happened baby boy? can’t handle being overstimulated?” you say with a fake pout,, smiling to yourself as you lick his cum off your hands. without saying a word he’s flipping you onto your stomach,, pushing your face into the mattress as he pulls your hips up and pushes into you,, filling you up all in one go,, and just pumping into you hard af,, “is this what you wanted?? hm?? to be fucked like a slut??” as he grips your hair to pull your back against him,, biting the shell of your ear before letting you fall back down onto your hands,, then pushing your face back into the mattress to make you arch more. def slapping your ass so fucking much,, you’re going to have handprints on your ass for days.

could see this being one of the days where you’re more vocal too,, taesan would fucking love ts. just hearing how you whine and moan for him as he’s balls deep in you he’s going to be so close to cumming but would hold off for as long as he can,, wanting to make sure you cum first. would grab the hair on the back of your head and pull on it,, just using it as something to hold onto as he’s fucking into you hard enough to leave bruises on your ass🤕

would slip his hand around your chest and play with your nipples when you get close,, using his other hand to play with your clit to have you cumming so hard around him,, feeling the way you clench around his dick as he keeps pumping into you to chase his high,, cumming soon after and just pushing his load so deep in you before pulling out to watch how his cum seeps out of you,, using two fingers to push it back in before sticking his fingers down your throat so you can taste the mixture you both made🤕 def just collapsing onto the bed beside you and pulling you onto his chest for a bit,, kissing your head and laying there for a bit before getting up to run you both a bath to clean up💔

[rorylovesmatt]

all over her (part 2) - matthew sturniolo

part 1

summary: Y/N hasn’t left her house in what felt like ages but one night she decided that it was finally time to get her revenge

warnings: slight mention of drinking

word count: 878

a/n: can someone spam my inbox i’m feeling extra lonely today 💔😣😔 idk how i managed to write all this in under 6 hours.. *NOT PROOFREAD*

Y/N stared at the ceiling of her bedroom, feeling the weight of the past few days pressing down on her chest. The walls of her room, once a sanctuary of comfort, now felt like a prison. It had been a week since she last saw Matt, a week since the betrayal with Emma came to light. The pain was still fresh, gnawing at her insides like a harsh predator. She had locked herself in her room, avoiding friends, parties, and hasn’t eaten in what felt like weeks.

Every day felt like a dull blur, each hour blending into the next. She barely left her bed, barely slept, and barely lived. Her friends had tried to reach out, but she ignored their messages, preferring to wallow in her misery alone. She couldn’t shake the image of Matt and Emma together, the way he used to look at her now directed at her best friend. Someone she trusted with her life.

One evening, as the sun began to set and painted her room in a soft orange hue, Y/N decided she had enough. She was tired of feeling like a victim, tired of letting Matt and Emma’s betrayal control her life. It was time to reclaim her power, to remind herself and everyone else who she was. The idea of revenge had been simmering in the back of her mind for weeks, and tonight, she would finally act on it.

She rummaged through her closet, pulling out a dress she hadn’t worn in months. It was a beautiful deep red . She slipped it on, feeling a surge of confidence as the fabric hugged her curves. She put on her makeup, accentuating her best features. With a final glance in the mirror, she felt a spark of her old self returning.

Y/N grabbed her phone and texted her best friend, Madi, who had been begging her to come out for weeks. Madi’s response was immediate and enthusiastic, promising to pick her up in thirty minutes. Y/N took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. This was it. She was going to face the world again, and she was going to do it on her terms.

When Madi arrived, she engulfed Y/N in a tight hug, beaming with excitement. “You look amazing” Madi said, her eyes shining with joy. “Tonight’s going to be amazing”

They drove to the party, lucki blaring in the car helping to drown out Y/N’s lingering doubts. As they approached the house, the sound of laughter and music grew louder. Y/N felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation bubbling within her. She was stepping back into the world, and she was ready to make a statement.

The party was at its peak when they arrived. Y/N felt a few curious glances in her direction as they entered, but she held her head high, refusing to let any whispers affect her. She spotted Matt and Emma almost immediately, their arms wrapped around each other. The sight made her stomach churn, but she quickly pushed the feeling aside. Tonight wasn’t about them. It was about her.

As the night went on, Y/N drank with friends, danced, and let herself enjoy the moment. She felt a sense of freedom, a weight lifting from her shoulders with every laugh and every step she took. Then she saw Chris.

Chris had always been in their circle, a friend of a friend, but they had never been particularly close. They’ve only had brief conversations whenever she would go see Matt. He was leaning against the wall, a drink in hand, watching the crowd with a laid-back demeanor. Their eyes met, and he gave her a smile that made her heart skip a beat. She walked over to him, fueled by a newfound sense of confidence.

“Hey Y/N” Chris greeted her, his smile widening. “Long time no see”

“Yeah, it’s been a while” Y/N replied, trying to keep her tone casual. “How’ve you been?”

They talked for a while, the conversation flowing easily. Chris was charming and attentive, making her laugh and feel at ease, but her mind wouldn’t stop pretending he was Matt. Y/N felt a connection growing between them, a spark that had been absent from her life for too long. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Matt watching them with a frown while Emma attempted to talk to him. The sight filled her with a sense of satisfaction.

Without giving herself time to overthink, Y/N leaned in and kissed Chris. It was a bold move, one that sent a clear message. She wasn’t going to be defined by her past. She was reclaiming her future. Chris responded eagerly, resting one hand on her waist and the other on her cheek, pulling her closer. The kiss was electric, igniting something inside her that she thought had been extinguished.

When they finally pulled away, Chris looked at her with a mixture of surprise and admiration. “Wow” he said, his voice a little breathless. “What was that for?”

“Just felt like it” Y/N replied, her lips curving into a confident smile causing Chris to flash her his signature smirk.

As the night went on, Y/N felt a sense of victory. She had faced her fears, confronted her pain, and came back stronger. Matt and Emma’s betrayal had hurt her deeply, but it hadn’t broken her. She was ready to move forward, to embrace whatever the future held for both her and Chris.

And as she danced with him, the past finally felt like a distant memory.

tags: @bonni-98 @kriissy4gov

[lesbianpepsi]

is this love?

pairing: Vada Cavell x fem!reader

summary: reader goes on Vada's laptop and finds something very interesting on it

words: 2.204k

warnings: mentions of sex, light swearing, bad writing, let me know if there's anything else

authors note: this is my first time writing for Vada so if she seems OOC i'm sorry💀

vada (1:31am) wher r u? 

me (1:33am): at home...? 

vada (1:33am): cum over 2 watch a movie 🙃🙃

vada (1:33am): come* lol

vada (1:33am): cum 👉👌

me (1:34am): hilarious. why do you want me over vads?

vada (1:36am): bord and snakish 

me (1:36am): it's half one in the morning

vada (1:36am): pls:( not evn for ur wife???💔

me (1:38am): what snacks do you want me to bring?

vada (1:38am): :D

vada (1:38am): takis, that choalet u like, waterlemon siur patch kid 

me (1:39am): okay, i'll be over in a few 

vada (1:39am): tyty

me (1:39am): 🙄🖤

vada (1:40am): 🤭🤭

You shook your head in amusement as you shoved your foot into your vans, soon after shoving your phone into the baggy hoodie you owned. 

Of course only for Vada -your girlfriend- you'd sneak out in the middle of the night to bring snacks and to watch movies.

The chokehold that girl had on you was beyond tight.

Grabbing your headphones, backpack, wallet and phone you silently sneaked your way down the stairs, you took painfully slow steps to make sure you wouldn't make a sound.

After what felt like an eternity you had made it outside with the key to the garage, you quickly went to unlock it and retrieved your broken blue bike. It was barley rideable, but still good enough for you.

You locked the garage, keeping the keys in your pocket before you began biking away towards the closest 7/11. 

The headphones placed on your ears filled the silence of the night with the sweet melody of Lana Del Rey.

After a handful of songs and halfway through White Mustang you arrived at the small store, it being the only twenty four hour store that was closest to yours and Vada's house.

You hopped off your bike before you entered, you had already memorised what Vada wanted. It didn't take you long before you were at the counters paying for the snacks, trying not to laugh at the clearly high worker who tried to act sober.

"Thanks." The worker gave a lazy thumbs up as he cracked an even lazier smile, you chuckled as you shoved your purchases into your backpack.

You sat back down on your bike as you checked on your phone to see three unread messages by Vada.

vada (1:43am): pls ride save 🚲🚲🚲🥽🥽🛟

vada (1:57am): jez what's takis so long?

vada (1:57am): 🪚

me (1:59am): 1) i will, don't worry❤️ 2) i have to ride to the store then to yours, plus my bike is shit. 3) no we're not watching saw, last time you watched it you got nightmares

vada (1:59am): ur alive!!!🧟‍♀️🚫

vada (2:00am): hury up 

You laughed to yourself as you kept your phone back into its original position, peddling away before you took your hand out of your pocket.

Lana Del Rey's mystical voice sung a few more songs in your ears before you arrived outside of the Cavell residence. 

You swiftly got off of the bike before you walked it up the pathway to keep leaning it against the wall. 

Opening the gate you silently walked over to the back door to where Vada was already waiting for you, smiling brightly when she noticed your presence. 

"Y/n! Hi!" She whispered yelled as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a hug. You smiled down at her as you wrapped your arms around her.

"Hey, Vads." You replied with a warm smile as butterflies flew around in your stomach at the contact.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before Vada gazed up at you and stole a kiss from you before she headed towards the cabinets.

You took the moment for freedom to take off your shoes, placing them neatly in the corner of the room. 

 Vada went on her tippy toes as she reached two glasses from a cabinet, dropping them a bit too carelessly making you wince.

"Wanna do me a favour?" Vada asked as she grinned at you, hopping over to the alcohol cabinet as she took out a bottle of vodka.

You raised your eyebrows as you leaned against the counter. "Depends what that is." 

"Go on my laptop and choose a movie for us to watch while I make us our drinks." She said as she shook the bottle of vodka daringly in her hands.

You laughed as you nodded your head, pushing yourself off the counter. "You already know what I'm going to put on." 

"We are not watching Spider-Man again. I beg you." 

"Fine." You decided with a roll of your eyes, somewhat not surprised Vada didn't want to watch Spider-Man for probably the fifth time this week. 

Without a noise you made your way up the stairs and towards Vada's dimly lit bedroom. You shrugged off your backpack as you dropped down on Vada's snuggliest bed.

Her laptop was already on her bed so you thankfully didn't have to get back up, stretching until you reached it and swiftly pulled the laptop onto your lap.

You opened the laptop and immediately winced at the brightness, of fucking course Vada would put her laptop at full brightness at night.��

You hurriedly lowered the brightness until you could actually look at it.

That's when you noticed the laptop was making a noise.

The Sims theme played lowly, an audio that was instantly recognisable. You smiled as you noticed Vada was still in her world.

Deciding there was no harm in it, you began looking around the beautifully decorated house Vada had built. 

It was a perfect house for the family Tara had made.

The first sim you noticed was a toddler, a boy with y/h/c coloured hair and a freckled face. 

You smiled at how cute the sim was as your eyes flickered down to the corner of the screen where a small row of sims' faces was at.

Finding the toddler's face you hover the mouse over it to get the name of the sim.

Tod Y/l/n-Cavell

You blinked, then blinked again at the name.

Y/l/n-Cavell

No fucking way. 

Without hesitation you swiftly moved the mouse to hover over the next sim, a teenage girl who had dark brown hair.

Delilah Y/l/n-Cavell

A smug smile had appeared on your lips as your eyes gazed over to the two final remain sims. Promptly you clicked onto the next sim this time, which teleported you  over to where the sim was.

Your eyes widened as you noticed the name and what the sim was doing.

Y/n L/n-Cavell was the name given to the sim that you couldn't see since it was woohooing the last sim.

You purse your lips as you stifle a laugh, much slower than before you moved to hover the mouse over the final sim which heavily resembled Vada's face.

Not to your surprise, the name 'Vada Yl/n-Cavell' appeared as the mouse hovered over the sim. 

Just as you read the name a frantic Vada flung the door open as she practically dived in your direction, slamming the laptop closed on your lap.

With Vada half on you, half not, your eyes travelled down to her face, where you couldn't see her beauty since she was hiding it on the mattress next to your thigh. 

"Please tell me you didn't see a thing." She begged through a muffled voice, you closed your eyes for a few seconds as you tried to not let out a laugh.

Swallowing any hint of laughter you said: "I didn't see anything," A small snort of laughter escaped as you muttered. "Mrs Y/l/n-Cavell." 

Vada groaned loudly as she hid her face further into the bed, throwing her hands over her head as she tried to hide herself even further.

"I think it's adorable!" You said as you managed to stifle most of the laughter, Vada violently shook her head. "You're just saying that."

"No I'm not." Vada lifted her head as she gave you an unamused expression. "You're laughing."

"I'm not." You told her with a serious expression, the corners of your lift kept lifting as you fought a smile. "I just didn't expect to see a sim version of myself fucking a sim version of you." You managed to get halfway through the sentence before you let out a deep laugh, instantly covering your mouth with your hand to try to hide it. 

Vada groaned as she slammed her head back down to hide in the duvet. "I'm never showing you my face ever again." Vada declared to you, you smiled as you positioned your hand on top of Vada's hand.

"And how exactly are you planning to never show your face to me again?" You taunted her with a grin. 

"I'll just wear a mask everywhere like that weird Minecraft streamer." Vada exaggerated through a muffled voice as you tried hiding your laughter.

You shook your head mostly to yourself to try to stop laughing as you looked down at Vada. 

"And deprive me of that pretty face of yours?" Vada nodded her head, her head still hid in the sheets. "Yes. You better start getting ready to bang me with a mask on for the rest of your life."

"Is it at least a ghostface mask?" 

Vada stayed silent for a few moments, as if the words you said had actually gotten to her, before she shook her head.

"No! Making me horny won't make me forget about this." 

You mentally reminded yourself to carry on that conversation another time with Vada.  

"Vada, I promise you, it's not that bad. It's actually cute as shit." You insisted with no laughter that time, Vada slowly picked up her head to look up at you.

Her eyes narrowed on yours as she leaned against your thigh. "You're not bullshitting me?"

You smiled as you nodded your head enthusiastically at your girlfriend. "I'd never lie to you."

"It's still embarrassing." Vada whined as she snuggled further into your clothed thigh. You laughed lowly as you removed the laptop off of your lap, placing it onto the empty space next to you.

"The most embarrassing thing about it is that you actually think I'd let you name our child Tod." You jested with a humorous grin. 

Honestly, you didn't know what was going through Vada's choosing the name Tod. You'd rather name your child Howard, a name you more than less hate.

Vada gave you a hurt look as she perched up on your thigh to be able to get a better look of you.

"Tod is a magnificent name. You'd probably name our child something nerdy like Peter." Your smile shifted to give Vada a dirty look at her words. Just because I love Spider-Man, you thought to yourself with a groan.

"There's nothing wrong with the name Peter, meanwhile there's everything wrong with the name Tod." You argued light-heartedly, the corners of Vada's lips twitched upwards, she was trying to fight her smile.

Pride withered in you at that, Vada was starting to feel less embarrassed at the whole situation.

Raising her eyebrows she gazed into your eyes. "Fine. We'll just have to name our child something absolutely ridiculous then." 

You smiled amusedly as you nodded your head as if heavily interested in the conversation. "Oh yeah? Like what?" 

Vada pursed her lips for a few moments as she glanced away from your eyes, deep in thought. As if she had figured out a top secret code, Vada returned her eyes to lock with yours, joy swirling around in her eyes.

"Donut." Vada assured with a nod of her head. You stifled a laugh as you cocked your head to the side like a husky. "Donut?" You repeated in a teasing tone.

She nodded her head confidently. "Donut; the second love of my life." Vada confirmed with a goofy grin on her face. 

You smirked, your free hand moving to rest on Vada's scalp as you played with her soft hair. "Who's your first love then?" 

"C'mon you already know the answer to that. It's obviously Bela Dimitrescu." Without hesitation you shoved Vada's head down with the hand that was on her head.

Vada laughed as she dodged your hand as she moved it so the side, landing her head back down on the top of your thigh. "Don't worry, baby. You'll always be my number one girl."

You narrowed your eyes. "Even over Bela?"

She nodded curtly against your thigh. "Even over Bela Dimitrescu."

"What about Lady Dimitrescu?" 

Vada hissed as she closed her eyes momentarily before reopening them. "That's a tough one." 

You sighed as you nodded your head in agreement. "Alright I'll give you that since she is so fine."

"So fucking fine." Vada whispered in agreement.

You smiled at Vada who beamed back at you with joy, a true sight for the sore eyes.

"How about instead of watching a movie we play sims?" Vada grinned as she sat up, grabbing the laptop as she sat by your side. 

"I'm pretty sure my sim just impregnated yours so we can name our third child donut." Vada giggled as she opened the laptop back up.

You gave her a  puzzled look. Vada's sim impregnated yours?

Why the fuck aren't you the one who had a dick? 

"Why do I have to be the pregnant one?" You questioned as Vada began replaying the game. "I give off bigger dick energy than you."

You scoffed loudly at that, rolling your eyes. "Yeah right."

[ox1-lovesick]

✶ ─── TXT REACTION TO YOU FORGETTING THEIR PET'S BIRTHDAY

pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff and crack warnings. profanity (?) wc. 100-200 each

synopsis. you forget tubatu's pet's birthday, and they aren't very happy about that 😟

a/n. here she is, from the 15th of October 2022 😭 literal nonsense ahead I wrote this at 4 am on a school night. may odi rest in peace 😞❤️

✧ YEONJUN

yeonjun unfortunately has no pets so we're going to pretend like you forgot his nephew's birthday okay 💀

memory was never your strong suit, and you've only met his nephew a few times so he couldn't really blame you after all but he's still heartbroken 😞

it strikes a nerve because as his partner, yeonjun expects you to make his family a priority as he does yours

his nephew adores you, whenever he's on the phone with his cousin he always yanks the phone away and asks to speak to you or asks about you if you're not there

and when you are there he'll chat away with you for hours at a time, telling you about the new dinosaur figurine he got or whatever shenanigans his favourite hey tayo character is up to

so when you go about your day acting like his nephews birthday party was not later that night his heart just 💔

"anything special you were supposed to do today? 🤨 y'know maybe you had somewhere to go or someone to see, maybe something special is happening 🤨"

was he upset with you ? if so why ?? should you go talk to him ??? will that make things worse ????

has you googling HIS birthday every 5 seconds to make sure you didn't forget it

bro's so butthurt 😭

does a little fashion show for you to help him choose an outfit for later

takes your mind off the whole thing for a while because you're just having fun styling him

you decide on an outfit you both like and get all his accessories in order and he's like "cool, what are you wearing to match?"

huh 🧍

"today's my nephew's birthday silly don't tell me you forgot 🤨🤨" and he absolutely knows you forgot he just wants to be spiteful

he feels a bit guilty after seeing the way you panic, but in back of his head... deserved

you feel really sad because you know how much his nephew loves you 🙁 it just completely slipped your mind somehow

so he decides to put his pettiness aside and tell you to get changed quickly so you can both be there on time and hopefully make a pitstop on the way to get a present

and happy nephew = happy junnie. and happy junnie = happy you, so happily ever after

and although you arrive a little late—his nephew is beyond ecstatic to see you and yeonjun, maybe

✧ SOOBIN

firstly, how DARE you forget the 4th gen it pet's birthday???

secondly, soobin is so so petty about it

even more than yeonjun probably

yes he knows odi is an animal and probably doesn't give a shit whether you're there or not, but you know who is a human with feelings and does give very many shits? soobin.

after you've both decided to raise him as your own? after all the family photoshoots? after soobin odi wrote that card for you on parents day telling you how happy he was to have you? how could you forget your own son's birthday??

he's livid

talks about odi the entire day, shows you a gazillion pictures of him doing random things and constantly redirects any conversation you have to back odi

"there's a fire in the kitchen" "okay, but didn't odi look so cute today?"

if you don't catch on after a while he'll be even more upset 😭

cue the silent treatment

you have to remember on your own, it's not special anymore if he tells you

locks himself in his room to celebrate with odi while complaining very loudly

"why am I the only one here? well odi, I'm the only who cares enough to remember your birthday"

every few minutes he randomly laughs at the top of his lungs as if odi told him the most stomach grabbing, knee slapping, air gasping joke in existence

gets sick of it eventually and just tells you to join him because as much as he loves odi he can't keep pretending to have conversations with him 😭

you make odi a paper mache birthday hat as an apology and all is forgiven

✧ BEOMGYU

poor gyu had a vision of how this day would go

he was ecstatic when you told him you too the day off on toto's birthday a weak prior

the two of you would head to daegu on a bus and share earphones and listen to the playlist he made and you and his family would celebrate toto's birthday together and the day would be full of rainbows of and glitter

why are you not sticking to the script and taking on a shift for your co-worker instead of celebrating your son's birthday

you will be receiving an earful from both him and toto

teaches toto how to swear so he can yell at you too

it's already a crime you didn't get him any gifts ontop of it you just forgot it was his birthday as a whole? the audacity

will take you to court to file for a divorce and claim full custody of toto

jokes aside i feel like of them all he'd be the most upset about this

it's not just about you forgetting toto's birthday, it's about you promising you'd be there just to forget and bail last minute

it wouldn't hurt him too much but he's still sad your forgot because toto means so much to him

i feel like at first he'd get in his head about it, wondering if maybe you did remember but just don't care or didn't want to go with him in the first place

which will make him more upset 😭

will definitely complain to toto

eventually he'll realise it's silly to make those assumptions and calm down but don't expect him to forgive you

silent treatment pt 2

you're so confused about why he refuses to talk to you until his mom sends you the pictures they took that day with toto

you are screwed ❤️

you will NEVER live this down

buy him iu albums for his lp player and he's all over you again, but he won't forget to mention it every birthday toto has in the future

✧ TAEHYUN

he doesn't want to tell you it's hobak's birthday and make you feel bad but at the same he wants to tell you it's hobak's birthday and make you feel bad

being a sadist and an opportunist is a dangerous combo

he is a bit sad you forgot hobak's birthday but we live, we love, we lie 🤥

probably one of those pet owners who go out of their way to throw their pet a birthday party and bake them a cake and everything

he understands it probably just slipped your mind and it isn't that deep to him, he just wants to tease you because it's funny

so he's making a cake out of fish heads for hobak as you watch in horror

goes on about how fish bones are actually really good for your digestive system and you're just nodding along trying to figure out how you're going to order other food without him noticing

"...what are you making babe?" "dinner"

expects you to realise what's actually happening when he starts grinding cat treats for a crumble but at that point you're just too scared to question what's happening

and it is hilarious to him 😭

tries to feed you some every now and then and puts all his child actor skills into not laughing

"but you're my taste tester babe how else will I know of everyone else will like it?" 😞😞

you can feel your heart in your ass when he says that because no way he's planning to feed his monstrosity to other people too???

he drags you along to his parents' house and you don't even want to look at the food table because he's convinced you everyone will be enjoying a pedigree tiramisu

you wonder if it's too late to break up with him and save yourself

thankfully his sister informs you that taehyun is pulling your leg and the cake is for hobak

you don't even care anymore you're just glad to not be eating cat food for dinner

✧ HEUNINGKAI

honestly forgot his rock's birthday himself

both of you are just blissfully unaware it's been a year since Huening Lionel Mbappe has graced you with its presence

he collects dust on Kai's windowsill as you both go about your day 😭

it's like one of those toys you're fascinated with for a day and then it rots and decomposes in your cupboard for the rest of eternity

the both of you wake up with this feeling of impending doom thinking that you forgot something really important, but can't put your finger on it

so to try and figure it out you both do everything you've been putting off for a while

it's the most productive either of you have been in years

assignments? submitted. lyrics? written. laundry that's been laying on the floor since 2018? washed, dried, packed and folded

gets praise from all the staff and members because they think he's finally taking those new years resolutions seriously

january was almost a year ago but it's never too late to start !!

you get a shit ton of chores done but something still feels off

the both of you are just going mad lol

eventually you admit defeat and decide whatever it is, you will hope it wasn't important and deal with it when the time comes

you're both watching jjk when taehyun comes in with a cupcake ready to sing to the birthday rock and you feel so stupid ❤️

he's genuinely upset you both forgot the rock's birthday

the fact taehyun remembered just adds salt to his wounds 😭

so you split the cupcake on behalf of Huening Lionel Mbappe and call it a day

🗯️ taglist. @k-labels @kpopcontentcreatorsclub @kflixnet @newbie-kpop-fan @fairy-yeo @tsxkkis @pnkvernon @kynrki @hoonfever @haknom @soov

★ OX1-LOVESICK all rights reserved. do not copy, distribute, translate, alter or repost my work without my explicit permission.

[faithst]

ZB1 WHEN THEIR S/O ARE ON THEIR PERIOD

pairing zb1 x afab!reader

genre fluff, platonic for yujin

warnings mentions of food, blood & periods (obvi)

notes hi !! thank you for liking my works and for requesting ! i hope you enjoy this one <3

masterlist<3

— zhang hao

he gives you all the space you need

unless you specifically ask for smth

sometimes, you don’t even have to ask for smth

bcuz hao already knows what you need, he just does 👍

altho it seems like he doesn’t do much to help you

he actually does help

like doing the chores and cooking; doesn’t necessarily help w your period but still helps !

tucks you into bed and pulls the blanket over for you

holds you in his arms while tracing circles on your hand to distract you from the cramps 🫠

“does it still hurt?”

— sung hanbin

so hecking sweet 😤

he’s always there for you

just ask him to come over and he’d instantly drop everything that he’s doing just to be there for you

you need a hug? his arms are open. you have cramps? he has a heating pad ready for you

isn’t grossed out if it accidentally leaks ☹️

tells you he loves you everyday

forehead kisses ��🔝

so attentive to you and the only thing that matters to him is you

“i hope you know how much i love you.”

— seok matthew

prepared like his life depended on it (it did)

acts of service master ‼️

sets up a period tracker app for you

marks his calendars and stuff

pre-bought pads and things you like

heats up heating pads for you and does the chores

also cleans the sheets if you accidentally leak 💔

insists on doing everything for you

“i can get that, sit back down.”

— shen ricky

when you’re on your period

movies and cuddles are essential

you get to pick the movie too !

even if the movie isn’t interesting to him, he still watches it 🫶

ricky wants you to always be comfortable

you usually end up falling asleep in his arms

he tries to make sure you don’t fall off throughout the night but he always doesn’t get enough sleep bcuz of this

he doesn’t mind tho bcuz it’s you 🫵

“it’ll be better by tomorrow.”

— park gunwook

honestly, i feel like he’d forget periods exist

and then he sees you, curled up into a ball on the floor

he feels rlly bad for not doing his research on periods beforehand

checks up on you so much, asking if you need anything

“gunwook, can you help me buy pads?”

and he goes to buy them straight away !

only downside is that he has no idea what kind he’s supposed to buy 😭

there’s so many choices and he probably inspects every single one of them

like, which one has the most benefits and is worth the money 😐

“what do you mean these are diapers and not pads?”

— kim taerae

i see him clinging to you

cuz he doesn’t want you to feel the pain alone

and if you cry, he cries

he might not have a uterus but 😭

he feels your pain and shares it

if he could, he would take all of your pain and give it to himself

doesn’t leave your side and cuddles you 24/7

like he only gets up if you ask him to get smth

he gets the thing you need and instantly gets back into bed with you

def sings you to sleep 😔

“i’m sorry you have to go through this.”

— kim gyuvin

he 100% asks so many questions

and then complains how you’re always nagging at him 😭

“so.. is it like-” “can you stop?”

and you get so annoyed that you give him the silent treatment for a while

he feels a bit lonely cause you’re ignoring him so he apologises 🤝

but he does help you alot

like he buys you pads and snacks

he’s just a bit irritating during this time

“i got the stuff that you like, can you talk to me now? please?”

— kim jiwoong

at your service

gives you massages

your shoulders, back, head; you name it, he massages all of them

and just alot of cuddles and touches

esp the ones where he rubs your stomach whenever you have cramps 💔

compliments.

always manages to make you feel good about yourself even with the painful cramps

it’s like your periods weren’t even there in the first place 🫢

“you’re so pretty..”

— han yujin

straight up ignores you 😐

well not exactly but its because he’s scared

scared of doing smth wrong and making you hate him for it

so instead of having that risk of messing smth up, he checks up on you from time to time

through text..

‘hi, how are you?’ ‘i have blood gushing out my lower bottom, thanks for asking.’

sends you memes in effort to cheer you up 🤞

it makes you laugh a little bit

he doesn’t know exactly what to do but he tries and that’s all that matters

‘why did the chicken cross the road?’

© keiwook

[sweetchildcloud]

the fic ahead is only for 18+ minors!! do not interact !!!

||Hold me like my life depends on it 💙💔 ||wrote by me

Cw:SH,depression,cussing,suicide mention,scars,body dysphoria.

GojoXreader,fluff,suicide comfort,affirmations,kisses.

POV:Reader is cutting themselves on the sink and Gojo comes back after grocery shopping

Sorry I'm not English native so i apologized for some grammatical mistakes/errors

You can read this while listening to this,you're welcome

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*When Gojo gets back to the apartment and walks in, the scene that meets him makes his heart sink into his stomach. He freezes in place, and can't believe what he's watching... But he had a feeling it would be something like this.*

"y/n..." He whispers, feeling absolutely broken himself. He knew you had a tendency to self-harm but he hadn't thought it would be to this extent. He doesn't realize it but he's not breathing and is still standing in the doorway of the bathroom door.

“S-Stop... You have to stop!” He finally finds the strength to move and rushes over to you, grabbing your arm. “Jesus Christ... Are you crazy?” His tone is sharp, and he realizes he may be making things worse with the way he's talking to you. Even while speaking he realizes he might be scaring you even more than you already are. “I told you not to do this anymore…” Satoru says, his voice now gentle, filled with fear. The last thing he wants is to have you in such a state that could be fatal. But at the same time a part of him just wants you to stop hurting yourself like that, but can’t help but wonder how many times you’ve done this. How many times your wrists are cut up already, which is why you always insist on wearing long sleeves, even during the middle of summer.

Satoru is surprised by your reaction, and while he expected you to be emotional, he hadn't expected you to burst into tears and start sobbing. He holds you tight to stop you from slipping down, and rubs your back gently while patting your head. "Shh..." He whispers, his tone calm and soothing. It's a nice change from his usual loud voice. "Shh... It's okay. It's okay. I'm here. I've got you."

"Shhh... It's okay, It's okay...." Satoru says, rocking you back and forth, pressing you into his body. The tears roll down his face, and it breaks his heart to see you in this state. "Just let it all out. I'm here, it's me, it's just me. I'm here for you." His arms wrap around you, protecting you from the entire world. He feels like he's going to burst into tears himself as he hugs you feeling just as broken as you are.

“Shhh...” He strokes your back and whispers, leaning in so that you're almost touching foreheads. He hugs you so tightly like that it feels he will protect you from everything. It kills him just how desperate you look. You're crying so much, you're shaking, your voice is breaking from how hard you're bawling. He just wants to hold you like this as tightly as possible, he can feel how hot your tears are on his shoulder. “Everything’s going to be okay…”

For someone that acts so cold sometimes, he’s surprisingly caring right now. He’s doing his best to get you to calm down, speaking reassuringly, but deep down he can’t help but be scared to death at what he saw.

Satoru pulls you more close to him, wrapping your body against his as he holds you gently. He continues shushing you, speaking to you as softly as he can. The fact that you're crying in his arms like this... He can’t stand to see you like this. "It’s okay... Come on, come on. Please... shhhh..." He croons, rocking you a little.

you're body trembled as Gojo touched your old scars “Shhh... It’s me, it’s just me...” Satoru’s voice is gentle and soothing, his caress is meant to help you realize that it’s safe. He caresses your scars gently and then kisses your cheek, reassuring you that he’s with you. He wants the world to go away for just a bit. He wants you to feel at home in his arms and to comfort you to the point you won’t do this to yourself again.

“it doesnt matter what you think about your body…” Gojo whispers in your ear. His voice is soft but also stern and protective. “You are beautiful; to me at least... All those scars, you’re still so gorgeous… I want you to know that… You need to see that about yourself too…”

"But I'm fat" you replied whimpering pinching your stomach "I'm ugly"

Satoru shakes his head firmly. "No, you aren't. You really aren't..." He pulls away from you a little bit, just enough for him to look deep into your eyes and force you to make eye contact with him. "I mean, you *are* chubby. I'm not going to sugarcoat it… But your curves are attractive. I love squeezing them and having them right here in my arms... I think you're beautiful."

"But I am-" "No. you’re not." Gojo cuts you off immediately "that’s just more of you to love...” He holds you tighter against him, looking deeply into your eyes. He needs to see that you know that the way you see yourself, the way that you think you are… that it just isn’t true. You’re wonderful, precious, a little broken, but still precious.

"T..then why do you love me?" "...why I love you?" He repeats to himself, as if the thought had never crossed his mind before. A smile spreads across his face, making him genuinely look happy at the realization. "It's just... You know..." He pauses to think again how he wants to answer. He doesn't want to screw this up. "It's just because... You're you... There's no one like you and there'll never be anyone else like you ever again."

You weren't used to such kinds words such care from a person that you sobbed your last tears before falling asleep from exhaustion on Gojo lap,you're breathing is soft and slow.

Satoru hugs you tightly, not wanting to let you go for even a second. Your body is warm, your soft breathing and gentle snores filling him with such ease. When you finally fall asleep he slowly and gently moves you into his bed and covers you with a blanket, getting into bed with you and holding you close.

Your body is so delicate, so soft and so precious. He could never let anything happen to you. He needs to be next to you as much and as often as possible, the thought of you not being near sends chills down his spine.

He holds you close as you sleep, running his fingers slowly through your hair. He watches your features, your expressions, the peaceful, serene, and relaxed sleep.

There's something about looking at you like this that just melts all his worries away. You're just so peaceful, so fragile. Like a small flower. His eyes flicker with a hint of affection. The feeling he's having right now, this is the first time he's had this emotion in a long time.

You both fall asleep hugging each other tightly. You're still in Gojo's arms, which is a safe and secure place. Your breathing is slow and steady. There's a peacefulness and comfort to the whole situation, that makes the both of you drift off into a sleep as peaceful as possible. Satoru's breathing matches yours as you both sleep, he won't move an inch for the entire night.

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Me while writing this:

Sorry 4 the long writing but I felt like writing it lol ,that's all folks tell me if u want more of my writing :)

[iluvshinytwink]

The Other Woman - Jude Bellingham

"The other woman will always cry herself to sleep. The other woman will never have his love to keep.

Request: Omg I know you make songs into fanfic. So can you make like a fanfic of Jude Bellingham or Trent with the song the other woman

Synopsis: You chose him, but he will never choose you.

Now Playing . . . The Other Woman by Lana Del Rey

a/n: i was searching the song then i found a version of the song that i watched previously, i was curious right n i press on the video and go to the comment section and find my comment from a year ago 😧😧

this is a request but my dumbASS accidentally deleted the request 💔

No matter what you did or say he would never choose you. You've come to those terms, you had accepted your defeat and tried to keep your bitterness to yourself. You forced a pained smile whenever your friend would talk about a girl and you could do nothing but smile and nod while your heart broke away gradually.

Jude. Your best friend for a little over 3 years and the person you had unfortunately fallen for. Him, him of all people. Your friend. Friend. What a painful word. A word that bothered you the most because you knew that the two of you would just be friends.

No matter how many hints or moves you would try to make, you knew it would all be futile.

You shivered in the cold. A deep breath escaping your cracked lips as you tried to embrace the cold. Jude looked over to you, your hands interlocking with the other's fingers to try and lessen the cold. "Cold?" Jude chuckled. You looked over to him with a look that screamed: "You think?" Jude laughed before taking his hand out from his coat. "Want mine? They're warm, I swear." Jude offered. You looked at his hand then to his eyes. Your heart skipped a beat as Jude smiled down at you. Your hand grasped his. You look at the ground, trying to tame your beating heart. He was right, his hands were warm. Warm and comfortable. But you knew this wasn't a sign or anything like that. This was just an act of kindness, an act of a good heart. A heart that would never be yours.

It was a rainy night. You found yourself lying on your bed as you looked at your window as it accumulated the drops of rain. The pitter-patter soothed your ears as your eyes tried to keep its gaze on one droplet. Suddenly, your phone rang. Mindlessly, your hand reaches for the phone, eyes still on the window. You looked at the screen.

Jude was calling. Your heart skipped a beat, sending an aching throughout your body.

You ended the call with a sigh. He was out again and yet again he needed you to pick him up. You looked out the window, thinking how the rain was probably staining Jude's clothes and how it would stain you too. With a deep sigh you got up from your bed.

You started your car and you started driving..

You opened the umbrella before stepping out. The rain poured a bit harder the second you got out of your car. You looked around the dark road, trying to find your friend in the rain. You walked towards a bench where you spot a figure.

As your footsteps inched closer your began familiarizing the figure. There was two figures on the bench. A man and a woman.

Your brain immediately sent a signal throughout your body. Your stomach twisted into knots as a gut feeling told you who this person was.

Your body felt stiff yet your legs kept inching forward. A lump grew in your throat as you held your breath.

You worst nightmares came true. That gut feeling was true. The signal your brain sent was true.

On the bench was Jude kissing another woman as they were both drenched in rain.

Tears started forming your eyes.

Your body stiffed, your hands gripped onto the umbrella with such might. You wanted to let go of the umbrella, if there was a chance Jude would finally notice you were there, the rain would hide your tears, your feelings.

Your teeth bit your lips as you tried to think of what to do.

Your footsteps inched closer a bit more.

You were a friend, and friends support each other, right?

You were now in front of the both of them. Suddenly, your hand which held your umbrella covered the two of them from the rain. Jude's eyes opened from the deep kiss, looking above to see you being engulfed by the rain.

You felt his eyes on your but you didn't look back, your eyes were on the ground.

Jude breaks away from the kiss as the woman beside him catches her breath. "I--" Jude stammered, not knowing what to say. Your hand which held the umbrella suddenly opened, letting the umbrella fall to the ground.

You bit the insides of your cheeks as you walked away.

Jude's eyes followed your figure as you kept walking away from him.

Tears went down your cheek as the rain hugged you tightly. Your lips quivered in betrayal.

Well, it isn't really betrayal if he wasn't yours in the first place, right?

Why were you crying over someone that wasn't yours?

Someone that would never be yours.

You were just a woman.

The Other Woman.

Sorry this one is short i was thinking of giving this one a whole fucking 2000 word backstory but i was writing this literally two blinks away from waking up again at 5:30 am. Anyways, thank you for requesting and i hope u enjoyed this one as much as i enjoyed blinking every 4 seconds so i dont immediately go to sleep land

[s4mu-k41d3n]

FROM THE START laufey

🎬〰️atsushi x gn!reader

—FW: pure fluff, happy birthday to my best boy<3!!!!!!!!! live laugh love m ATSUSHI ♡!!<2, short cuz i still have so many things to do AHHHH:((!!!, a bit long actually 😭 i was late to the other’s characters bday due to the ass system of our school and torturing us with assignments💔💔

May 5, Atsushi’s birthday.

A special occasion of his, Of course you haven’t forgotten! How could you? It’s now officially your job to make your beloved feel loved, given worth after what he’s gotten through this dreadful years he’d tormented. Yet endured just for you, so return it back. The clock ran towards the next racing number at a quick pace. Time’s ticking, in a hurried act. It’s May 4, 8:00 PM strikes. You shuffle around your blankets, your hair all ruffled in a complete musing mess. You rub your eyes awake, your eyes barely devoid of any emotion as you aimlessly observe the surroundings displayed after you, your phone chimed in a ‘ding!’, despite it. You remained to stare pointlessly at the ceiling, you glance beside you, Atsushi hugged your waist, his warmth spilling to yours. His face buried in your shoulder, soft breathing escapes his parted lips. He looks so dreamy, his eyes peacefully closed from what beckons him. Scarring him cruelly, he seemed so safe in your presence. The urge of kissing his cheek was nearly palpable. A smile crept onto your face as you gently prodded his nose. He’s so adorable, he is adorable. You let out a satisfied sigh, a puff of air fleeing from your lungs. You have to slowly, and discreetly remove his arm wrapping around your waist. In a tinge, you were successful in your mission. A lingering affection still brewing in your stomach, you give his cheek a gentle peck before merely exiting the door.

Your eyes squinted, peeking through the gap. The room was dimly lit, you proper your posture as you step out of the line where the den is roamed by a tiger. You sneak carefully, having to be secure of him being woken up by your creaked sounds is embarrassing. It is, indeed. You wouldn’t want that outcome do you?, no… This is his chance of the chaste pass. You walk through the pavements, lampposts alighting you on your way. The bell churned, a slight echo of the last bit of noise. Entering your way in, you browse through the selections of bracelet. You needed those, you desperately needed those matching bracelets he had always adored to purchase only for you two, even during your time of friendship. The knob twisted into an escalate, you didn’t complain an inch. Your eyes sparkled in interest. One with a yin-yang like design, beaded with black and white. A gem bead lacing at the end of the ties. Who cares if you go money-broke after this? Your lover’s smile is worth more than it. Proceeding onto the counter, you gleefully bought the bracelets. Running back home, you hastily but gently slammed the door open. Avoiding noise, a single one perhaps.

Placing the bag on the table, the morning awaits. You crawl back in bed, embracing your lover in an adored manner. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, a gentle chuckle escapes Atsushi. 5:00 AM, you woke up. Quick, as dash. You again, lightly moving your lover’s arm from yours. You strode your way to the kitchen to prepare your lover’s favorite dish, obviously. Turning the stove on, you yawn. You had to assure yourself to keep silent. Moments pass by as you slid the chazuke on the table. The bag sat on the table, a gentle smile glued to your lips as you went back in. “Atsushi!” You say in a whisper-shout voice, but it was quiet enough to not startle him. “Love..” Atsushi sits up as he was fast to lay his head on your chest. “I have a surprise for you, darling..” You muster, almost excitedly. His eyes widened as he tilts his head up. “Really?!” He sat, a shine shone in twinkled in his eyes. He looked so handsome, you want to pinch his cheeks so badly. Though, refrained in doing so. “Follow me.” You take your hand in his as he happily accepted, you led him through the kitchen as he lets out a thanked gasp. “I love you so much!” He kisses you on the lips softly, you couldn’t help but smile. He sat on the cushioned chair as he ate his food. “I still have a gift for you.” You add as you open him the gift, ah yes. The matching bracelet. He paused in devouring the food in seconds as his eyes sparkled. “Mm! You bought them?” He wipes the tint on the corner of his lips. You pecked his cheek, lovingly. “Happy Birthday, love, Love you.” You meekly whisper.

“I love you too!”

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[princessbiteme0o0]

You Never Come Back From a Loss Like Him… (IDEK x reader-ish-)

MAJOR. SPOILERS. FOR MW3.

(A/N): It’s been since the preorder release day since I’ve played the campaign fully of MW3 and I’m still heartbroken over what happened with Soap. Ugly cried for 45 minutes, took out the disc and nearly snapped it in half at what shit, so have this sad, gut wrenching, heartbreaking example of how I think Price would’ve told Soap’s significant other if he had one… it’s short, I’m sorry, but god I’m so sad about this shit.

Summary: DO NOT read this if you haven’t played MW3 or don’t know how it ends. That’s all I can really say… But I’m upset, you’re upset. Everyone. Is. Fucking. Upset.

WARNINGS: S P O I L E R S, Major character death, I can’t do this anymore guys, if TikTok gives me another edit of Soap’s death I’m gonna fucking cry again. I didn’t realize I was still so upset about a fictional character dying. It’s just- idk bro. Too. Fucking. Much.

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She knew something was wrong. She knew something had happened. It had been five days since she heard from him. Her heart rested heavy in her stomach as she constantly paced the living room waiting for his call. All day. All night. But she hadn’t heard a single whisper of a ring from the phone. The only thing she could hear was her heart thumping in her ears.

The first day everything was fine…

“I love you, Sweetie. I’ll call ye when I get back to base.” His Scottish accent rang through the phone making her smile to herself.

“I love you too babe… Please be careful; ya know me and little bean need you home safe.” Her voice softly begged him through the line, holding her round belly in her palm, gently massaging it in reassuring circles for both her mental stability and their baby’s.

“I’ll never let you down, Darlin’.” He chuckled through the line before hanging up.

The second day was also normal, but she was still bustling around the house to find things to do to distract herself. She one it was a dangerous mission and her nerves were amped up being in her finally trimester of pregnancy.

The third day was when she knew something was wrong. She bit on her nails and nearly tugged her hair out as she remembered back to the day they first met.

“What’s yer name, Lass?” Johnny asked, sliding into the bar stool beside hers. Turning to look at him, a small smirk on her lips as her eyes flashed up to his Mohawk. He grinned like a Cheshire Cat when he saw her eyes moving up to his hair. “Ya like my hair, hmm?”

“Mmh no.” She grinned back at him as he feigned hurt and she giggled at his little act. The second he heard her sweet little giggle, he knew he was fucked.

“Well that’s a wee bit hurtful, don’tcha think?” He placed a hand over his heart and she outright laughed, making him chuckle along with her.

“Maybe you’re right. Let me make it up to you and buy you a drink.” She says with a wink.

“Iddn’t that s’posed to be my line?” He asks with a hearty laugh and he doesn’t miss the wink that she gives him.

“Maybe if you’re old fashioned.”

The fourth day is when the tears came. She knew something was wrong; Johnny never went this long without some type of communication. He always wanted to give her peace of mind. Her stomach churned as she paced back and forth in front of the couch, tears of nervousness pricking at the corners of her eyes. She never wanted him to go on this mission; he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone what his missions were, but he always told her. Having said that, she knew this man was dangerous.

It was cresting into the fifth night when the doorbell rang. She nearly launched herself at the door in hopes that Johnny was there to surprise her. Swinging the door open, her eyes were met with John Price.

“No… No, no, no.” She muttered out, her vision becoming blurry and her mind going blank.

“I’m so sorry…” Price whispers out, making her choke out a sob. Falling to her knees, Price carefully grabs her and falls to his knees with her to insure her safety and prevention of any injury. The guilt had been eating him alive. Johnny saved his life; sacrificed himself for Price and that alone made coming to her to tell her the news even harder. She collapsed into his arms, sobbing into his chest.

“But, but he promised.” She choked out in between her cries and whimpers.

“I know, Sweetheart… I know.”

[oceansssblue]

100 CELEBRATION – PROMPT 5. SUPERPOWERS&FANTASY AU.

PAIRING: FIVES/OFC

WARNINGS: Robbery, famine/hunger, poverty, orphans, wounds, attempted rape on an minor (first part if you want to skip the scene, further up there's only a fleeting mention of it). Starts angsty, then it switches to a bit of action and semi-fluff. Hopefull ending. 💔💖

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(THEN...)

Li wasn't named by her mother; but by a thirteen year old girl that decided to step in and act as such. It wasn't completely unheard of; adopting another person meant one more mouth to feed, but also a remidy for heartbreaking loneliness. Loneliness is a dangerous thing; it slowly eats your mind and soul from the inside out until you're just a carcass of who you had once been.

Li owes everything to that thirteen year old girl. Now she's thirteen herself, and her adoptive mother twenty-six; she finally is old enough to be able to help her and repay all that she has done for her. Li never calls her mum and she never refers to her as a daughter; but they quietly act as such, and after so many years together, the affection they hold for each other is undeniable. Honest love and loyalty is rarely found in the lower levels of Coruscant, where the artificial light barely makes an appearance and the scum of the galaxy crawls into the night.

Li tries to do anything on her hand to bring food to the table. She had managed to get hired as a cleaner for a junk food bar ten levels above from home two years ago; and though she always ends up feeling exhausted at the end of her turn, being able to bring Saisa some credits makes her feel better about it. It's not much. There are still days where the two are forced to go to the old matress they share as a bed with their stomachs empty and rumbling from hunger, winters with just one layer of clothing that leaves them trembling and easily subjectible to illness; but they make do with what they have, and that's that.

Thirteen year old Li drags her exhausted self through Coruscant's dark streets. Some call the capital the city of lights, the city that never sleeps; but that's because they haven't been down here, where she lives. It's almost eerily silent, the air charged and humid, figures dissapearing into the dark. Years ago, when Li was smaller, she often felt scared going out on her own; now that fear has morphed into wariness. The Corries might keep things in order in the medium and upper levels; but down here no one's particularly safe.

Li's in a dangerous age. Most people don't enjoy picking on children that can't really understand what's happening around them or defend themselves; so eight year old Li hadn't had to cope with much more than a few insults and jokes back then. She's just stepping into her teenage years now, though; and Saisa often reminds her of that fact with a concerned warning or two. Li knows she worries about her; but it's not like they can change their situations. Saisa has her own job to attend to, and can't walk the way with her; and they need both their salaries –if you can call them that– to survive.

Suddenly, a door opens on one side of the street, and Li barely has the chance to glance at the sound before she's being slammed against the wall on the opposite side. The rocks dig painfully into her back, and her breathing is knocked out of her for a second; the person in front of her reacting with a dry laugh.

"Well, well, well. Look' what we have here" the man's breath reeks of alcohol and stale, and she has to make an effort to not gag in front of him. "Has no one told ya' little girls shouldn't be on their own down'ere?"

Li doesn't even know what to say. Her mind is working a hundred miles per hour, trying to find the best solution and pondering how not to anger him. She hears an extra two pair of steps and looks behind him; there are three of them now, and only one her. Fear grips every muscle and bone on her body. She tries to hold it in.

"I was just on my way home" she finally answers, voice slightly trembling, but firm enough. "You can take the credits and I'll be gone".

The man laughs. Li's hair moves in front of her face. He searches her pockets until he finds the credits –one whole month worth of them–; then throws them to the other two men who are silently watching the interaction between them.

"Well, that's a tempting offer" he grins, stepping closer until they are literally pressed together. Li tries not to flinch. The stranger drags his eyes down her body in a lascivious way. His dilated pupils focuses back on hers with a dark, mocking smile. "But I think there's more than one tempting offer here".

His dry hand cups the side of her face; his body ondulating forward against hers, and this time Li visibly shakes. The man chuckles lowly and tilts his head.

"Come on now, no need to be scared. I'm not even planning on hurting you, I promiss I'll be gentle if you behave" he pushes her chin up sharply, making space for his chapped lips to press against her neck. He drags his mouth up to hers, speaking over it and bringing tears to Li's eyes. "I just haven't had a fuck in years. Just need a warm body to clench around my cock. Are you gonna' do that for me, mm? Gonna' be a sweetheart and give me some relief?"

The man forces his lips on hers, and Li focuses on not vomiting, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and tensing like a cord while she let's the man's tongue have his way with her. She fakes a small moan of a whimper and when he steps back to check at her in surprised satisfaction, Li shows him a scared, but shy flustered wobbly smile.

"O-okay. Just-Just don't hurt me, please" she pleads, following his offer for now, her mind screaming it's the safest bet, and the stranger grins.

"Sure thing, sweets" he steps back and leaves some space between them, standing next to the other two men and crossing his arms expectantly in front of his chest. He arches an eyebrow. "Go on, then. Don't be shy. Take your clothes off and gives us a little show".

Li nods, terrified. Her heart is going so fast she fears it'll jump out of her chest; her hands trembling constantly while her fingers grasp her only jacket and slowly starts pulling it of. The man who started this smiles widely, encouragingly, while the other two glance at each other in silent comunication. Li mentally prepares herself. She carefully throws her jacket at them in what could be interpreted as a seductive movement; and then, the next second, she's running away, her legs taking her as fast as they can to escape.

She hears insults and echoing steps behind her, but she doesn't waste time turning around, and she keeps running, and running, and running. Her pulse is pounding in her throat, her tears blurrs her vision, and she feels close to passing out from the mix of terror and adrenaline; but she knows this is her only chance at getting away, so she forces all of that down and keeps running. In the mean time, one same sentence repeats itself over and over on her head;

"I wanna' go home. I want to go home. I want to go home. Home, home, home, home..."

Her body starts to feel lighter. Her skin tingles from her toes to the top of her head, and she vaguely worries if she's going to pass out. Un-noticed by her, a soft purple glow intensifies as seconds pass around her body; and then, suddenly, the scenery switches violently and changes in a nauseating swirl.

Li rams into the wall of her and Saisa's bedroom. The twenty six year old woman incorporates with a shocked gasp.

"Li?" She's quickly kneeling at her side, caressing her hair and trying to make sense of what had just happened, blinking in confusion, and the thirteen year old girl breaks down.

"Mum" she sobs, calling her as such for the first time in a decade and throwing herself on her arms.

Saisa's got a million of questions in her head; but she puts them on hold, and hugs the teenager to herself. She gives a kiss to her hair.

"Sh..." she soothes her, heart clenching in worry. "I'm here".

Li sniffs and burrows her face against her shoulder. Her body still shakes. Her mind doesn't even start questioning herself; she's just so relieved she's safe...

"I lost the jacket" she mumbles against Saisa, exhaustion tugging at every muscle and bone "and one month's pay".

The woman caresses her back and answers in a calm voice.

"That's okay. Winter is coming to an end anyway, and we've got a tiny bit saved".

Li mumbles something else she can't quite hear. Saisa continues to hold her in silence. The next time she checks on her, the teenager has already surrendered to sleep. Saisa carefully pulls her onto their bed and lays behind her. She stays awake for some minutes before succumbing to tiredness as well.

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(NOW...)

The ARC is paying rapt attention to Captain Rex's debrief. The new mision doesn't involve the 501st as a whole, it's not a battle they're being sent to this time; but a special op for just Torrent Company, requested by the Chancellor himself. It happens from time to time; when initially insignificant things start to spiral out of control and someone needs to push it to a stop.

The civilian in question has a long list of crimes; too long to still be roaming free through Coruscant. The trooper's eyes scans through it; vandalism, burglary, breaking into private property, violation of parole, and even a first and second-degree murder sprinkled in between. He frowns. The woman is twenty years old; a bit young to have done all that, to have that much rage and hate inside of her. What could have driven her to do this? Is there a specific reason, an explanation, or is she plainly evil?

The ARC waits patiently while Captain Rex pinpoints the strategy for the subject's capture. He can read de confusion amongst his fellow troopers; though that civ' definitely should be put behind bars, this is not exactly their competence. Have the Corries been unable to capture her? And if so, how?

Rex taps on his datapad and shows them a video on the big screen; quickly answering their silent question.

"And here's the reason why we have to step in, boys" he gestures to the moving image with a jerk of his chin. "She's a Blink".

There's a collective groan at that. The usually silent troopers start muttering under their breath to each other, watching how the woman in the video is surrounded by a purple glow and vanishes from thin air in front of a Corrie's visual in a blink of an eye. "Blinks", as people call them, are a nightmare to catch. Depending on their self-taught training, they can teleport to any place in the world; in the galaxy. And their galaxy is big enough. He suposes he should be thankful that there's only one or two Blinks per each million habitants. Contrary to most other abbilities, it's not a hereditary trait.

The ARC trooper shares a knowing glance with his brother Echo. They already know this is going to be a long complicated mision. Blasted universe with it's unhinged powers...

That night, Fives dreams are cold and full of snow.

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His teeth are rattling against each other inside of his bucket. He's fucking freezing even with his termo-blacks on and his white and blue armour standing as a second barrier against the cold. They had managed to track the Blink to Ioth thanks to Jesse; his brother has the ability to find people with his mind in a way that reminds him too much of a Jedi using the Force. Kaminoans had experimented on decades of generations of clones to create them with useful abilities: all funded by the Republic in an attempt to keep the increasingly dangerous galaxy under control. When a normal civilian suddenly develops the power to set fire to a whole building with just a flicker of a hand, normal everyday troopers aren't enough.

Not all citizens posses powers, thanks the Maker; it's still a minority, but a minority in a galaxy of millions is significant. In the same way, not everyone in the GAR does; though Torrent Company is an elite squad where they all have one ability or another, put together to face the most complicated of situations. Fives has premonitory dreams, glimpses of possible futures –usually at random, though he can concentrate in specifics sometimes–; Echo can interact with and control every single piece of machinery around them. Captain Rex can influence and manipulate minds to a certain degree; Kix makes cells regenerate –wether it's on himself or another being–, which inmediately directed him to medic training. Hardcase makes things explode –like Wrecker from the Bad Batch, he'd heard–, Dogma conjures shields, and Tup, the most recent rookie, can inflict pain –which he had decided to represent by the small tattoo of a tear in his right undereye–. It's a good mix.

Unfortunately, Fives knows it's not going to be enough. He's seen this place on his dreams; has watched the woman escaping them in dozens of possible futures. There's ony one of them where they manage to get her –which is why they have to try, no matter how small the probability is–; but realistically, the ARC knows they won't succeed in Ioth.

They don't. Torrent manages to surprise her alright –Jesse's ability crutial to track her through the snow–; but as soon as she recognises the threat, she opens fire with an almost entertained smile. Dogma brings up a shield upon them inmediately –the kind ones that droideka's have but amplified in size–; and Rex doesn't wait a second on trying to subdue her.

"Stand down and turn yourself in" he orders her in that kind of special low, dark voice, an abbility almost no-one is able to resist.

To everyone's surprise, the young woman smirks.

"Mm. I don't think I will, trooper. You'll have to find a way to forgive me".

She doesn't flee inmediately, though she could, and instead humours them with a small chuckle, an amused arched eyebrow, and an explanation.

"Surprised, huh? I'll let you onto a little secret; most mental powers don't have an effect on me" she mockingly whispers to them. "You'd have a better chance with physical ones, if you have some of that".

As an answer, Tup quickly extends his hand forward, and quietly turns up the pain receptors inside of her. Her knees bend with a whimpered, muffled scream.

Rex makes a subtle sign and they all inmediately move towards her; but even twitching in pain, with her jaw clenched and eyes tightly shut closed, she vanishes in a blink of purple.

The captain sighs and turns to Jesse. He answers without needing to be asked; concentrating for a few minutes while the rest of them give him some quiet to work in.

"Parla" he finally states, and Rex nods firmly.

At least it's not a far jump from where they are.

The captain gives a few last orders around.

"Echo, bring the ship here. I'm kriffing tired of this cold. And Tup" he stares at the young trooper, who already looks nervously guilty. "Wait for a signal next time. She's cocky; our best chance to get her is to indulge her in a chat, not spooke her like that".

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir" Tup inmediately answers, Heavy coming closer to pat his shoulder comfortingly.

That night, Fives dreams shows him glimpses of a woman named Saisa.

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Fives has folders and folders of information of his dreams on his datapad. He has had so many visions and possible futures –some becoming a reality, some not– it's only sensible to do so; keep everything more or less organised and saved in case he doesn't remember it quite well and needs to go back and check on them. He dreams of that same woman, Saisa, again and again on the following weeks; while Torrent jumps from Ioth to Parla, from Parla to Naboo, and then to Alderaan, Corellia, Hoth, and back to Parla.

It takes him a while, but with each dream, he begins to see a connection. This woman is vitally important to the Blink –he just knows by the way they interact together in his dreams–; and if there might be someone in the galaxy the fugitive would be itching to visit from time to time, it's definitively her. Fives just needs to figure out where exactly this Saisa lives and they'll be able to set a trap instead of following this girl through the whole kriffing galaxy.

He meditates; just like the Jedi taught him to. He can redirect his visions better this way; and he focuses on just one thing, Saisa. Ironically, it's not the woman in question the one that appears on his dream; but the one they are trying to catch, the Blink herself.

<< "Who's Saisa?" a quiet, peaceful version of Fives ask, eyes trained on the young female in front of him.

She glances back at him with intrigue; wariness but trust at the same time.

"Why' you wanna' know that?"

Soft rays of light make a halo around her shape, almost like the purple glow that hugs her body every time she teleports, and Fives' dream version can't help but think of how beautiful she is.

"I... I've seen us taking her in. Helping her escape of the hands of the Empire" Fives pauses, evaluating her reaction. "She must be important to you, because you cried in this vision upong getting her back to safety. You both did. So, who is she?"

Li smiles nostalgically; in a way that tugs at Fives' heart. She steps closer to him.

"Remember... Remember the things I told you about my past?" She asks, fingers playing with each other nervously. Fives knows this is delicate. He nods in silence, stepping closer too, ready to listen to this bit of her story, of herself. Usually, she's not one to share much. "Saisa is the woman who took care of me when I was abandoned at birth. She gave me her food when she didn't have anything to eat herself, protected me, put me back together after I... After I..."

She struggles, and Fives lays a comforting hand on her shoulder, caresses the skin there. She takes a deep breath and continues; and Fives must have already been told of this, because he's not surprised, but calm and understanding instead.

"After I was almost raped" she manages to continue. "She was basically my mother, the closest person I've ever had. I lost contact with her after she left Coruscant... But I love her, wherever she is. She is important, Fives".

He nods, and tucks the woman into his arms. Li closes her eyes with a sigh. >>

Wrenching himself back from his vision, Fives pants. His mind works a million thoughts per second. He was right; Saisa is an important person to the Blink, sort of an adoptive mother. And she must live in Coruscant still. But... There's more to unfold. There's a difficult past to Li's story and... He's not quite sure how, yet; but he might be an important person to the Blink in the future as well.

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The Corries make the dirty work for them. They ask around through Coruscant, and are redirected to the medium levels; and it's only a matter of time and investigation from there. They find a thirty four year old Saisa that matches with Fives' stories; and Torrent Company travels back home, ready to set the trap in.

They plan everything out. A Blink is still a Blink, and even if they'd manage to catch her by surprise at Saisa's home, like in Ioth, there's really no tell if they'd be fast enough to put her in cuffs before she vanishes to somewhere else. So they make Saisa do it. Rex uses his compulsion on her; orders her to act normal if Li pops in the apartment to visit her and wait until she is distracted to seal the power-blocking cuffs around her wrists. Saisa's eyes only show a sliver of pannick and fear for one second before her emotions are soothed out in forced compliance. At the Captain's orders, she goes back to her day almost like a robot, undisturbed; and Rex and the two ARCs twins find a good spot to hide in the apartment while the rest of Torrent takes post around the building. Now it's just a matter of time and patience.

It takes four days for the Blink to appear. She acts normal, but Fives can tell she's wary; eyes glancing to the sides and around her from time to time while she chats with Saisa. The ARC can now read that same affection he had seen in his dreams; in the way Li closes her eyes shut and sags in the older woman's hug, releasing a deep, tired sigh. There's an audible magnetic click; and the Blink tears herself of Saisa, trying to tug her wrists free in a quick succesion of confusion, understanding, shock, hurt and betrayal.

"Saisa?" Is the only thing she says, a quiet whisper.

Captain Rex gives a signal, and Fives and Echo make an entrance, pointing their blasters at her firmly. She quickly turns towards them, stunned, and Captain Rex smirks.

"Don't blame her. Turns out compulsion does work alright with her".

Rage flickers through her face.

"You piece of shit!" She snarls, trying to bring a fist towards him, shaking in place when she quickly realises she's unable to.

She tries to teleport, then; her feet remaining stuck to the kitchen floor.

"It's over. You're going to prison, Miss" Rex goes to stand behind her, pushing her outside of the apartment firmly, Echo at his side while Fives walks after them.

He's silent while they take her to the Corries. He's silent while she's quickly found guilty in a trial; while the boys in red push her into a cell. He doesn't tell anyone about her, not even Echo; about dreams of pink fields and golden sunsets, a small house by the lake, a heartfelt keldabe kiss and the way his heart clench when he calls her mesh'la and cyare in a voice he has never used with someone else.

Fives doesn't know how can their story change so much from now to then. But there's a hundred posibilities of a future like that, and just two that differ in a complete oposite direction; and he knows what that means.

Maybe he'd be able to have it all, with just a bit of luck. Echo, Li, his brothers and a small house by the lake everyone would be welcomed in. Aliit, love, and a kid with a smirk that looks just like his.

THE END.

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Yooooo whatcha thinkkk?!?! Let me know! I think that came out great in a bittersweet kinda way!

So that's our second story published for the 10 fics of the 100blueceleb!! 8 more to go. Next one will be the Historic!Period AU with our dear Captain Rex! Like a bridgerton kinda thing, I've already planned it all and will be jumping to write it asap. It's gonna be so much fun!

Remember you can find the masterlist for this set of stories in my "sw masterlist" > "followers celebration" // or with the tag "100blueprompt".

See you around!

Xx,

Blue.

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Can you write awtr and break our hearts over and over again with Clarke knowing full well what she signed up for when she chooses to be Lexa’s wife? Did Lexa ever wish that she could spare Clarke the heartache of becoming an eventual widow? 💔

Of course she did 🥺

From the beginning it was always Lexa who assumes this thing between them is finite.

That's basically how the proposal comes about.

Because earlier in the day when she'd been talking to Gus and he had brought up the subject of Clarke, their conversation had come to a rather acrimonious end because she already knew everything he was trying to say. And so when she meets Clarke at the diner and they share a salad (her choice) and a shake (Clarke's 😏🙄), it's with every intention to get everything out on the table. They've had a great summer together but things are winding down now and she knows what part of their story has to come to next.

Except... When she asks when Clarke is planning on heading back to school, says she hopes she hasn't been dragging her feet with it because she's heard that grad classes fill up fast, Clarke just smiles and looks at her like she's gone crazy because, "Lex, I'm not going back."

Which is insane. Because of course she is. Because she's worked too hard to just give up now. Because she'd thought Clarke was over this self sabotaging act and gotten serious about what she wants in life. And, ok yes they've been slacking on her early studies the last couple of weeks what with all of The Sex, but it's not like Clarke will actually be behind when she gets there—

It takes Clarke roughly 4 sighs and sitting through the tirade with a level of patience she generally doesn't possess to get Lexa to shush up long enough to explain, "I'm not quitting, baby, I'll go back eventually. But I've already talked to my advisor and gotten everything in order... I'm taking a year long break from school. I'm staying here with you."

Dismay is Lexa's first reaction. Because how can Clarke say that and still be looking at her so lovingly?

Feeling sick to her stomach is her second reaction, though to be fair that might in part have to do with the half quart of milkshake she'd just ingested.

Crying, wanting to cry. That is her third reaction. Because Clarke can't do this. She can't throw away everything she's worked for just for h— Just for this.

But Clarke, stubborn and exasperatingly bullheaded Clarke apparently has very much thought out how she wants her life to go. So she sits Lexa down at 'their' table at Gus's and tells her in no uncertain terms what she plans.

"I want to marry you. I'd do it tonight if I could, but I'm fairly sure that's unrealistic. But whatever you decide, whenever you decide, I need you to know that I want this with you. The sooner, the better," she says with zero hesitation. And it's such a surreal moment for Lexa.

This girl who Lexa had spent the better part of her life pining over on so many of her loneliest days, the girl who'd eternally felt so far out of reach and who'd never give Lexa the time of day, is telling her she wants her. That she wants to be with her for as long as she can have her, in sickness and in health, however long of each that may be. Telling her that it wouldn't matter if they had a day together or a year, or ten years, or twenty more after that waiting for them down the line. That she'd still want to marry her. Right here, right now. Telling her that marriage and commitment isn't about getting a 'good' or 'bad' deal out of things because she knows by those standards, she'd always be fighting a losing battle. But for her, being with Lexa, it's about wanting to be bonded to her forever. To put in the work of loving and caring for her right up until the... Till the end...

Nothing else in the world matters. Everything else feels so small compared to them. And even when faced with the reality that if they do this, if Lexa says yes and that she will be a widow within a year, Clarke doesn't seem to have to think at all about her answer.

"I know what it means. And it doesn't change anything for me. I know what I want, Lexa... I want you."

And for Clarke, it really is that simple.

Lexa never had a chance of arguing with that.

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Can I get last legacy main 4 hcs about how they realised they loved mc?

I feel like for Felix it would come really slowly but for sage it hits him like a train lmao 💀

How the main 4 realised they love Mc

Warnings:none!

Thanks so much for being my first request!!

Felix

I think Felix would actually start to realise rlly slowly

Like he’s been in relationships before with Rime and such

So he would probably know almost immediately

Even though Rime had been dead for about 5 years

He would still feel almost guilty

Like a betrayal

So in true Felix fashion

He bottles it up

And probably waits for you to confess first

Sage

It’s never actually said that Sage has been in a serious relationship

Other than one night stands and hookups

So he probably doesn’t realise until all at once

He is just wondering why he feels like he’s about to be sick every time you flash a smile at him or touch his shoulder

It probably hits him after the encounter with Rime

And he’s just like “OH”

Definitely in denial💀

But eventually he braves up and kisses you

I miss this cat man so much 😭😭

Anisa

It takes awhile for her to realise

But when she does she tries to act on it immediately

Probably realised after having the worst family reunion with her dad

And she knew after she saw you stand up for her

That she wants to spend the rest of her life with you

No matter where

Rime

Even though he was in a relationship with Felix and probably others

I don’t think he knows for ages

I mean

He thought the twisting feeling in his stomach was the pure distaste and hatred he has for you

But hopefully he starts a redemption arc with you or something

And you have like a enemies to lovers situation 😌

And he comes to terms with his feelings and acts on it

But if not

Probably avoids you for as long as he can 💔