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[azulock]

Shidou, oliver, nagi and sendo when they wake up ( in the middle of the night ) to find s/o quietly weeping?

I love hurt/comfort, sooooo- maybe s/o is crying cuz of insecurities?

Love ur works❤️💋

- 👻anon

Ask got lost cause I'm a mess but I had copied it to work on another file so it's fine. Anyway ghostie, made a slight change to this one cause I'm a hot girl with nightmare problems, like night terrors actually, and the realistic kind of nightmare, it legit has me waking crying and sitting up, very angst. Funny to say that tho cause the days I was writing this I was having nightmares, the universe has a sense of irony.

gn!reader. Oliver (488 words), Sendo (499 words), Shidou (435 words), Nagi (600 words). mentions of nightmares, but no warnings, only fluff

oliver aiku

It was still pitch black in the room when Oliver woke up to the feeling of something pushing against his body. he didn't need to try and focus his eyes to know it was you - he knew well enough that he kept you in a constrictor like embrace while he slept. though, he did squeeze his eyes in a urgent attempt to get used to the darkness the moment he heard your pained hiccups and choked breath.

Gently, he rubs a large hand over your back and shoulder, gruff voice asking you what's wrong. you hesitate to answer, but stop pushing against him and he takes it as a chance to bring you closer in, burying his face in your hair. when you don't respond, only continue crying against his bare chest Oliver already knows the answer - truth is he knew even before he asked.

He'd already seen you have nightmares, already been woken up by the trashing and incoherent, panicked sleep talking. he just never saw you wake up like this, crying, sweating and choking on your own breath. Oliver takes a moment to fully will his body to wake up, softly caressing your head and back while he does. when the gentle touch doesn't work to stop your crying he pulls you onto his lap, pushing away the covers before getting up with you in his arms.

Even in your confused state you are fast to ask him where he is going, arms weakly surrounding his broad shoulders. when he answers, you furrow your brows and stare at him. "a shower?" you mutter back. "yeah, you know I like showering with you," he answers with a yawn, you knew it was true, and not even in a sexual way, for Oliver it was like a bonding activity. "but it's the middle of the night," you protest and he shrugs. "doesn't matter, we gotta wash away those nightmares, love."

The minute the warm water hits his hand he is brought back to a time when he was a child and his mother used the same thing for him, running a shower to wash away whatever plagued his small mind. to this day, the water still felt grounding to him. it took a bit of coaxing but Oliver managed to get you under the shower with him, the warm stream luring you into it's soothing touch. you let him wash your skin and listen to him babble about nothing at all. soon enough you are talking too, and even laughing at his bad singing as he pulls you into dancing with him, head laying on his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat.

"ah, I think we should leave now before my hands turn fully into raisins," you yawn against his chest. "eh, I wouldn't mind that. did the shower help?" he asks, stiffling a yawn of his own. "yeah, you did too. thank you, Oli."

sendo shuto

Waking up in the middle of the night had never been uncommon for Sendo, he was a light sleeper, and he woke often enough that he'd learned to just will himself back to sleep. but this time he couldn't do it, not when he noticed the sound was coming from his own bed. when the quiet whimpering hit his ears again he almost panicked, sitting up and reaching out to you, only to find you quietly crying, face buried in your pillow.

The moment his hand touches your shoulder you startle, apologizing between small sobs for waking him up, tears pooling in your eyes. at the sight, Sendo almost tears up himself, throwing out his own apologies for not waking up before. he holds you close, face resting in your shoulder as he gently asks you what's wrong, hands caressing your skin as he does so. You pause, hiccuping a bit before whispering to him about your nightmare with only a vague description.

He feels his heart sink, hugging you tight as he tries to sush your cries and clean away your tears. though, when he notices it isn't working, he almost panics again, before calming himself down so he can help. you cry into his chest, tears staining his shirt, and he decides staying in bed just won't do you no good. with gentle words and soft touches, Sendo urges you to get up and out of bed with him, hand never leaving yours as he guides you out of the bedroom.

You protest, insisting that he needs the rest, but he responds that he could never rest knowing you were suffering. he leads you both to the kitchen, soft smile never faltering as he offers to make you tea. when you don't reject it, he feels a little better, putting the kettle on the fire as he tries to make a conversation to distract you. soon enough you hear the familiar whistle, and Sendo gets busy with making you both tea.

Giving you both mugs to hold, he moves to pick up whatever sweet snack you got in the fridge and a mantle he kept on the arm of the couch. with everything in hand, Sendo takes you to the balcony of your apartment, sitting down side by side with the mantle over your legs to keep you both warm. You talk and drink the tea, watching the stars scattered on dark sky above the city. it's peaceful, and although it takes a little, that peace starts to seep to you, your tears drying and the smile returning to your face.

It doesn't take long for your head to be dropping on his shoulder, heavy eyes unfocused as you cling to his arm. "thank you, Shuto, it feels safe with you," it's only a whisper, but it's the loudest thing for him at the moment. "you don't need to thank me, love, I'm always here for this," he replies, even though he doesn't think you can hear.

ryusei shidou

Shidou was always something of a deep sleeper, few are the things that can disturb his slumber before it's time for his alarm to ring - an they usually piss him off. not you, though. the minute he realizes what woke him was your crying form, trembling and gasping by his side in the bed, he is fully alert. few are the things that terrify him, but seeing you like that is one of them.

At first, it's confusing, but it's only half a moment before Shidou has his arms wrapped around you tight. it ceases your trembling, and after a couple seconds your breathing is even again, but tears still fall from your eyes. he asks what is the matter, question whispered in your ear as gently as he manages. you respond with a simple "nightmare" voice quiet and shaky. Shidou had heard you mention them before, he just never imagined it was like that.

Whatever, his surprise doesn't matter now, he needs a solution, something to chase whichever nightmare you had away. he thinks for a minute before his mind slips back to the thing you did the first time you came to his house. something you do together almost once a month. it can't be a bad idea - even if the idea is watch old B horror movies.

And when Shidou offers you don't disagree - though, you did spend a second in thought, one that had him surprisingly tense. so he carries you to the couch, covers and all, before throwing some popcorn in the microwave and setting off to pick up the most ridiculous movie he can thing of - Killer Klowns from Outer Space. it's weird, it's trashy, and it's the thing you two watched at a midnight screening on your first date.

With remote control and popcorn in hand he settles with you under the covers, his eyes spending more time on you than on the screen. where you start the movie still tense and misty eyed, you end it yawning between laughs. and it's like a weight was lifted from his shoulders - Shidou knows he is not the best at delicate situations, but at least this time his methods worked. so when you suggest going back to bed, he feels like he can sleep soundly again.

"ain't you afraid of dreaming with killer clowns, tho?" he remarks with a laugh, muffled by how his face rests against your neck. "nah, killer clowns are easy stuff," you chuckle and shake your head. "besides, even if I do, I know I got you there to protect me."

nagi seishiro

For Nagi, waking up in the middle of the night was rare - it was rarer yet for him to not just immediately close his eyes and fall straight into deep sleep again. though, it was a bit hard to do that when he felt something shaking and hiccuping beside him on the bed. he was about to call it a hassle and try to sleep again when his brain finally snapped and made the connection, noticing the absence of your body wrapped around his own. the shaking and hiccuping were you - fuck, you were crying.

Slowly and carefully he turned around, at a loss of what to do when he saw your trembling form under the covers - but he knew he had to do something. with light hands Nagi pulls the covers just enough so he can see your face, his eyes being met with your red and teary ones. you both freeze for a moment before you bury your face back in the pillow, muttering an apology for waking him up, words almost unintelligible between your hiccups - shit, now he feels terrible.

Still at a bit of a loss, Nagi shakes his head, refusing your apology and trying to ask you what happened as he pulls you to him, your back against his chest. your answer is a small whisper and he only barely understands it, but he is left to wonder how terrible a nightmare gotta be to leave you like this. when you keep crying even as he tries to sooth you, Nagi notices there is no way you can go back to sleep like this, so he sits up in bed and pulls you into his lap, kissing the top of your head.

There is not much he thinks he can do, he has never been the best at dealing with peoples emotions. so Nagi does what he'd do for himself and offers to find something to distract you. he snuggles you comfortably between his legs, head resting on your shoulder as you hug a pillow. at first he tries putting some show or cartoon for you to watch on his phone, but that doesn't prove to be enough to stifle your cries and he finds himself back to the drawing board, and having to think of something else.

It takes a minute of Nagi just silently caressing your head before he thinks of something. muttering against your ear, he asks if you'd rather play something with him. when you nod stretches one arm to reach for the nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling out your switch. he finds something cozy but still engaging enough to keep you entertained, and you settle on letting him hit the buttons while you just make the decisions. Nagi can't be sure how much time passes with you nestled between his arms and legs as he holds the console, but his plan works, and the game distracts you. the tears start drying on your cheeks and your breath evens out slowly, and sure as daybreak, a smile lights you face again.

"sei, thank you for doing this for me," you mutter, words cut by a long yawn. "huh? it's not like you got to thank me, tho, I don't mind it. so, what you want me to do no-" Nagi's answer is cut short just as he looks from the console back to you, finding your eyes closed as you'd fallen asleep in his arms. that night, he stays like that, being thankful he can sleep in any position, just so he can keep you safe.

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[familyvideostevie]

I saw your requests are open and I simply had to send a request for Steve and Bee Girl! I’d love to see them at the Fun Fair or something equally summery. But anything you want to write is awesome! Thank you for NGAW, it’s such a fantastic series ❤️🐝

wow, how did you know i was writing exactly that already for this poll!! so, here you go my dear. steve and bee girl from no good at waiting go to the county fair | fluff, post-au summer fun, a little suggestive! 1.4k

Steve's been nagging you to go on a date like this ever since you took the kids to the amusement park.

"Come on," he'd say. "I want to let loose at a fair or something without worrying that one of those shitheads is gonna hurl all over a family."

"In the summer, Steve," you'd tell him. "We'll go in the summer."

Well, summer has come. Your life in Hawkins continues to be lovely. The farmer's market has started again and the kids run wild, seemingly growing before your eyes.

But today is about you and Steve. Well, and candles.

"So, you're telling me that this date is actually just a recon mission?" Steve says once you're on the highway. It's a hot day and all of the windows are down, the most recent tape you've made him playing low enough that you can still hear him.

"It's multitasking," you insist. "Bob says that rival farm will be at this county's fair and he wants me to see what their scents are like. And lucky for you, I decided to ask my boyfriend to come along." You lean over to tap his nose with your finger, which he swats at, eyes still on the road.

"Lucky for you, your boyfriend wanted to drive across state lines for some wax," he drones. You blow a raspberry at him and Steve grins, resting his palm on your bare knee. It's honestly too hot to be touching that much but with Steve you never really mind.

You'd left mid-afternoon so you could get to the fair for the cooler evening, and then plan to stay in a motel before heading out tomorrow morning. Your bags are in the backseat of the BMW and it's kind of thrilling to get out of Hawkins, to get away from everyone and everything you see everyday and to just be with Steve.

The drive is calm. You and Steve spend a lot of time together, sure, but there's always someone who needs one or both of you for something. This feels like the first time you can really relax in a while. You chat about nothing important, time flying by as it tends to do in the company of one of the people you love most in the world. Pretty soon he's pulling up to the fair, the sky now a soft pink, the lights bouncing off of the rows of cars in the makeshift grass parking lot.

"Have you ever actually been to one of these before?" he asks you, locking the car and linking your arms. The heat of the day is already fading and he eyes your bare arms but knows better than to suggest a coat. He'll just give you his jacket eventually.

"I think so," you say. "When I was young."

"These things are nuts," he says. "I gotta take you to the Indiana state fair someday. You'll freak." You imagine a younger Steve at one of these, cotton candy all over his face and the lights of the rides he'd be too short to ride reflecting in his eyes. You kiss his cheek, just because.

He doesn't question it. Something you've worked on is vocalizing your feelings but also showing him as much affection as you can stand -- it always makes his cheeks darken and his eyes sparkle.

"I can't believe you haven't taken me already, Harrington," you tease. "Feels like a right of passage."

Steve buys you a handful of tickets at the entrance booth and rolls his eyes. "Honey," he says. "This is our first summer. And I'm not the one working extra shifts."

He doesn't really mean it. You both know you're working extra shifts -- he is too, just starting in the fall -- so you can save up for a place of your own someday. For both of you.

"Anyway," Steve says. "We should make a summer bucket list."

"What, like we're in a teen movie, or something?"

He pulls his arm from yours and slings it around your shoulders, grinning at you. His hair is lighter this time of year, you've noticed, and he's got a nice tan. You met Steve at the beginning of fall and fell in love with him as the days got colder, but you see now that he's made for summer. The season highlights everything about him and he has come alive.

"Exactly like we're in a teen movie."

You laugh as you walk slowly through the fairgrounds, hardly paying attention to anything but the beautiful boy at your side. "Alright. What should we do?"

Steve puts on his thinking face. Bottom lip jutted out, eyebrows raised, head tilting side to side. He counts off on his fingers.

"Skinny dip in the lake, for sure," he says.

"If you're lucky." He winks.

"Do karaoke at that college bar with Robin."

"Oh god," you say, laughing. "I don't think they'll let us back after we tried last time."

"I don't think they'll let you back after last time," he corrects. You wrinkle your nose at him.

"Alright, hotshot, what else?"

"That's all I've got," he sighs. "But I'll workshop it. Right now, I'm going to win you a fish."

"A wha-- Steve, wait!" Your boyfriend charges ahead of you to some kind of water gun game where he can, sure enough, win a fish.

Steve does not win you a fish.

"Can we go find that candle stand now?" he says to you instead of apologizing for the lack of fish in your hands. You don't tease him, though you desperately want to.

Then you see something even better. "No," you tell him. "Because I'm going to win you a stuffed bear."

It's Steve's turn to look incredulous as you stride towards the ring toss.

You do win him a bear.

"Holy shit," he says when you hand it to him. It's purple and has a yellow bow around its neck. "That was kind of hot."

The laughter sputters out of you before you can control it and it makes Steve laugh too. He buys you some fried Oreos as thanks and makes sure to get powdered sugar all over you and then brush it off a little too thoroughly for such a public setting.

You do make it to the candle stand, finally, and the girl working it is so nice that you buy one. "Don't tell Bob," you warn Steve.

The evening is winding down when Steve convinces you to get in line for the Ferris wheel.

"Remember when we frenched in the one in the amusement park in the fall?" he whispers in your ear.

"Oh, do you mean when I sat in your lap and you almost busted your pants--"

He claps a hand over your mouth. "Yeah, guess you do remember." You lick his palm and he grimaces and lets you go. "Gross."

"You love it," he says. Well, what can you say to that?

You climb into the car -- this one isn't enclosed like the last one, more of a bench that sways a little too much for your liking, so there will be no funny business. It goes slow and as you rise you realize how pretty the fair looks against the darkness of the woods around it.

"It's so pretty," you say.

"Sure is," Steve replies. You don't look at him, but you put your hand on top of his where it rests on top of your knee.

"You better not be looking at me as you say that because that's so cheesy."

"Me? Cheesy?" You do look at him and yeah, he's looking at you. He's smiling at you. It's your favorite Steve smile -- it's soft, sincere. Almost disbelieving, like he thinks he's in a dream and he's going to wake up any second. You know how he feels.

The wheel stops and you have a perfect view from the top. "I never thought life could be this perfect," you say softly. "We've come so far."

Steve somehow squeezes closer to you. "We have," he replies. "And we deserve it." He kisses your temple.

"It's just so nice to be happy. To belong." Your throat feels tight and you're not totally sure where this is coming from. It's just another night, right?

"I love belonging with you," he says. It takes your breath away.

"That's so cheesy, Steve," you say thickly.

"I know," he says. He traces the faint scar on your palm. "Still true, bee girl."

You kiss him under a sky full of stars.

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[danses-with-dogmeat]

D is for -- Deacon

DEEKS!

Okay, sorry, had to get that out, I just... I love Deacon, that's what he does to me, I just love him. Though I was surprised that Danse was less of an adversary in the voting 🤔, but I digress. Anyway though, without further ado, here's this! It's... well, sad, but I hope you like it anyway! <3

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Also, just a quick TW for suicidal thoughts! Stay safe out there, I love you all ❤️😊

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Pair: Deacon x g/n! Sole

Dialogue: "I can't lose you too."

Word: Devastation

Rating: SFW

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1.2k

“Dammit, I should’ve been there.” Sole’s fingers stroked lightly over the back of Deacon’s hand where it dangled loosely from the medical cot. They savored the touch between them, the feeling unfamiliar, as they comforted their unconscious companion in a way he’d never have allowed, were he awake. 

“Should’ve helped. Then maybe… Maybe you wouldn’t be like this, and maybe Glory would still be…” Sole sighed, and the tears that’d been lingering in their waterline, barely managing to keep from spilling down their cheeks, finally gave way. 

“If the Brotherhood had gotten you too, I… I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

They kept whispering to him, in the dim of the Railroad’s latest hideout.

Carrington had fallen asleep sitting up in a folding chair on the other side of the small room, where he remained now, his chin resting on his chest and his arms folded around himself limply. The work had been nonstop since the attack on the church, and even after all of it, the doctor had told Sole that Deacon was only up to fate now. He’d done all he could for the spy, but his injuries were extensive, and he hadn’t woken up once in the three days since the Brotherhood had invaded. 

Sole had been here for two of those days, nagging Carrington, hovering over their partner, speaking to him, holding his hand, hoping, beyond hope, that his eyes would open, that he’d say their name, and then some sarcastic comment through gritted teeth. 

A voice sounded from the other room, tearing them from their thoughts. 

Desdemona. 

She’d only just woken up herself, they noted. Everyone who’d managed to make it out alive seemed to have only just begun to come down from the boost of adrenaline they’d gotten from the fight; and now, after the loudness of the battle, of their fear and rage and grief, most everyone in this barebones, concrete bunker had collapsed. 

Sole’s own eyes itched for the solace of sleep, but their mind couldn't comprehend leaving, even for a moment, even with Deacon's hand still in theirs, even with their fingers firmly set upon his pulse. If they woke up and he was gone… 

“I can’t…" They spoke aloud with a sniffle, "After everything, everyone that I’ve…”

The sound of their shaky sigh echoed through the silent room, the only noise beyond Des’s muffled, whispered words across the way.

“I... I just can’t lose you too. I don't think I'd be able to... go on, after.” 

Sole's eyes were closed, their forehead leaning down against the side of the mattress as they spoke into the fabric in a hushed tone. Their cheeks felt cold with the wetness still upon them, the tears had run out, and all that was left was an empty feeling deep within their chest.

Until they felt Deacon’s fingers twitch against their palm. 

“Don’t gotta worry about that quite yet, partner.” His voice rasped from above them, and Sole jolted backwards in their chair, nearly toppling over in their haste to see if they'd truly heard him. 

“Deacon, oh my god.” Their voice barely managed to leave them with any sort of breath behind it, coming out almost as a squeak, that left Deacon with a silly little grin on his face. 

It was surreal. Seeing him, seeing him smile nonetheless, after days of blank expressions, of light, unconscious grimaces, and labored breaths that were so close to being his last. Hearing him too, that voice they loved, that they weren't sure they'd have the chance to hear again. To hear him joking, whispering, laughing, and yes, even the lying they'd missed those past few days. Now though, it was like they were in a dream, floating in their own hopes and the beliefs they'd been manifesting since they'd sat themself beside their injured partner all those restless hours ago.

Without thinking, Sole threw their outstretched arms around their companion’s shoulders, and with the gentlest touch they could manage in their desperation, they pulled him into a tight embrace. 

“Ah, okay, yeah…” He cleared his throat and Sole could feel the way his ravaged body tensed at the new contact. But they couldn't bring themself to pull away. Not with the fresh tears springing from their eyes, not with the way their lip trembled and their hands shook.

“That’s… okay." He chuckled, still sounding strained. "Yep, just get it all out."

A deep breath rattled Sole's chest, and to their surprise, Deacon’s hands slowly returned their gesture; and furthering their wonder, he didn’t say another word to attenuate their shared contact. 

“I’m sorry.” Sole whispered to him after a long moment. “I’m sorry about everything, about you, about not being here, I’m sorry about... G-Glory and the church, about the Brotherhood. Just… I should have been with you, and I know that, and I'm just--.” 

“What, so you can have one of these cots too?" They felt him gesture down to the bed with one hand, and finally, managed to pull themself back.

"They’re really not that comfortable," he continued with that smirk that made their heart soar. "I’m tellin’ ya. You didn’t miss out on much.” 

Despite themself, despite the tears they could still feel sliding down their cheeks, Sole felt a laugh force itself from their chest. 

“That’s good to hear.” They said back, as relief continued to cloud their voice. “But still, I can’t help but feel guilty, Deacon… All that you’ve suffered, all that the Railroad has gone through, and here I am–” 

“Yeah, here you are.” He managed through the pain in his battered chest, even injecting hints of humor into the words. As he always did best. “Never having suffered a day in your life. Where were you, anyways? The bahamas? Des was right about you. A freeloader through and through.” 

Despite the dripping sarcasm, Sole couldn’t help but close their eyes to the words. 

I may as well have been, for all the use I was to the people who needed me. 

They’d been out on a mission, sure, but did that matter now? Now that the Brotherhood had already gone through with the very plan they’d been out investigating. 

They hadn't been quick enough, thorough enough, they’d failed. And now… Well, Glory’s death was as much on them as it was on those steel-coated bastards, wasn’t it?

“Hey.” Their partner’s voice was softer now, less ‘humorous sting’ than they’d come to expect, more serious than they'd --maybe ever-- heard him. “It’s not your fault, Sole. You’re not psychic, you couldn’t have predicted this as much as anyone else. We all messed up, somehow, but… We’re gonna pay them back.” 

His eyes closed, maybe from the effort of speaking, of the actions that he had promised. Yet still, even said through gritted teeth, even said in exhaustion and filled to the brim with malice, Sole felt his words instill a hope in their own mind, their own heart. 

“We are.” They promised, and moved their hand to grasp firmly with his again. “And this time, I’m gonna be there for it. No matter what.” 

"Hmm." They heard him hum, as Deacon settled back against the too-flat pillow on his cot. "Me too." He finished, and Sole could only smile, return their fingers to the pulse point on his wrist, and hope that both of them were telling the truth.

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[outerbankies]

ooo bestie would love to know more about the deb!!

*jazz hands*

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new light: fade into you — rafe cameron

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summary: To spite your parents, you ask Rafe Cameron to escort you to the debutante ball.

warnings: no warnings except the usual + poorly researched debutante conventions! bc i know nothing besides whatever is portrayed in gossip girl, the summer i turned pretty and southern charm!

a/n: takes place in high school, whenever these things usually happen; unless of course that is not new light canon compliant, because we live in a fantasy world ❤️ also this blurb has a little more background into the deb ball, if you’re interested! just a lil something for y’all while i work through the more complex pieces coming up!

“If we have to break form one more time, our dance teacher’s gonna kill us.”

You sigh, slipping your dress strap back up and over your shoulder, placing your gloved hand in his again. “I know. Sorry.”

Rafe quirks an eyebrow. “Why are you buggin’?”

“My straps keep falling off my shoulders,” you whine. You’d stomp your foot, too, if you weren’t worried you’d step on your friend’s toe in the middle of the dance floor.

He cocks his head, his eyes lingering on your décolletage. “S’not supposed to be like that?”

You look down, and one of your straps has already fallen down your shoulder again. “No.”

Ready to accept defeat and any riot acts from your mom over it later, you startle when Rafe’s hand leaves your waist momentarily. He must notice, because his hand freezes. “May I?”

“Yeah,” you breathe quietly, still weary of the fact that you’re both dancing in front of everyone on this island, all eyes on the debutantes and their escorts.

His touch is light as a feather, as it has been all night—save for when he’d led you down the stairs in the heels he’d eloquently called ‘death traps.’ Rafe held on a little tighter then.

“There,” he says, looking back into your eyes. He cracks a tiny smile. “I’ve got you.” 

“Thanks,” you say.

“Don’t even,” he shrugs, taking your waist again. “Surprised that dress slipped by your mom’s tailoring workshops. This is the best tux I’ve ever worn.”

You stifle a giggle, knowing it’s not appropriate at the moment. But you remember those workshops, and you remember Gretchen goading you into sneaking over to the guesthouse where the guys were being fitted with her so she could poke fun at them. There was nothing funny about how your mouth dried out, seeing Rafe standing in a cummerbund that should look god awful on him, on anyone. But it had somehow exaggerated his body line in a way you hadn’t thought possible, and you’d hurried back to the main house without so much as a quip about their bowties leaving your lips.

“Probably the only tux you’ve ever worn,” you point out, reaching out to smooth a lapel, even though it’s perfectly folded. 

“I was a ring bearer when I was 12, actually,” Rafe says. “Check your facts, Y/l/n.” 

You roll your eyes at that, turning to look across the dance floor. Kelce and Margot are across the way looking at you, and both of their heads turn away as soon as you make eye contact. When you furrow your brows, your date takes notice.

“What?” 

You turn back to Rafe, and he’s already pushing your other dress strap back up again. “Nothing. And sorry about your shoes, again,” you say, eager for a subject change. “I’m going to make you accept money for them at some point.”

It’s Rafe’s turn to roll his eyes. “When will you let that go?”

“When I can go back in time and prevent my 6-month-old golden retriever from destroying your nice shoes.”

“They weren’t that nice. These are better, anyway,” he says, looking down. You do too, struck momentarily by the image of your waists pressed so closely together, his shoes not even visible underneath the bustle of your white dress. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this close to him before, even in the dance classes. 

“I still feel bad.”

“You’ve gotta relax, kid,” Rafe says quietly, almost a breath above you. You allow yourself to sag in his hold momentarily, exhausted from dancing for so long, from all of the preparation in general. “There you go.”

“When are they gonna start letting other people in?”

“Are you not enjoying my dancing?” Rafe jokes, pretending to be offended for all of two seconds. 

“You’re doing great,” you say sincerely.

“Yeah? Like, all of it?”

“All of it?”

Rafe bites his bottom lip, looking around the room before he’s locked in on you again. Another dress strap falls, and another warm hand snakes up your back. “I was nervous when you asked me.”

“Oh, like you didn’t think you’d be an escort this year,” you say, calling bullshit.

“I didn’t,” he insists. “But Margs got Kelce and you were stuck with me, weren’t you?”

You don’t want him to realize how true that is, because with Rafe you can’t always tell when the joking ends and the self-deprecation begins. “I was stuck with way worse before I asked you.”

His eyes light up. “Oh?”

“Griffin. Matteo wouldn’t have been so bad, maybe,” you consider, even though you know Matteo wouldn’t be pulling up your dress strap the way Rafe is now. “You were a steal in comparison, bud.”

Rafe smiles, big and unabashed. “I’m blushing.” And he is, bright pink dusting the tops of his cheekbones. “Hopefully I can meet expectations.”

“The flowers you sent were gorgeous,” you say, omitting the part where they were the only debutante flowers that had made it past the stairs in your house. Rafe’s pink peonies were in a vase on your desk while all of the others remained arranged around the dining room and other living spaces—wherever your mom wanted them, really. “And you even took off your shells for me.”

Before you can decide against it, your hand that’s meant to be on his shoulder moves to his neck, your fingers slipping under his shirt collar just slightly, where the cowrie shell necklace usually rests. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had a tan line.

“M’not an amateur,” he teases, and the vibrations from his vocal chords make your hand recoil, moving back to his shoulder. “But I might embarrass you later, once the DJ gets here and I can break out my flask.”

“Rafe Cameron,” you say, scandalized. And your wandering hand gets the better of you again, feeling for his breast pocket. When you find it empty, Rafe’s already looking down at you once you meet his gaze again, a glimmer in his eyes.

“You really think I’d jeopardize the sanctity of this event for reindeer games?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Literally yes. That’s exactly what you would do.”

He tugs you into him then, so close you’ve definitely broken form. But as you look around you see other couples have, too, as the rest of the invitees start to make their way onto the floor. “Nah, wouldn’t risk it tonight.”

“Who has it then?” 

“Top.”

You search for your other friend, to find him twirling Emily around as things start to ease up—all of the formalities of the evening done and dusted. “How’d you bully him into that?” 

“Drew straws,” Rafe says shortly. “Hey, look at that. We survived.” 

You know he’s referencing the fact that the formal dance is over—that you’re free to break apart and mingle, do whatever it is you’re meant be doing right now. Your sure your mother is in a beeline, ready to go over exactly how your walk could have been more graceful, or how your shoulders should’ve been looser. Or god forbid, your dress straps. Which mysteriously have not bothered you in ten minutes and counting.

“Y/n?”

Rafe’s looking down at you, the two of you still holding onto each other. If anything, the crowding of the dance floor had only pushed you further into your friend’s embrace. “Hm?”

“You good? Lost you to space for a moment there.”

“I’m good,” you say. “Tired.” 

 His eyes soften in understanding, and you’re practically standing on his toes at this point, he’s so close to you. “Too tired for our after party?”

“Way too tired,” you immediately clarify. Rafe doesn’t seem surprised—it’s not unlike you to skip out on shenanigans. “Plus, I know my parents will want me accounted for.”

“Well you are the most accomplished debutante in Kildare.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” you groan, hiding your face in his chest, where he smells less like sand and surfboard wax than you’re used to. You’re not sure if you like it or not.

“Did you hear she wants to write children’s books when she’s older? Or that she helped organize a beach cleanup last summer?”

“Rafe,” you say, borderline begging. 

His smile doesn’t dim, but it loses its mischievousness momentarily. “Bet for the life of them they can’t figure out why she wanted Ward Cameron’s boy parading her around these hallowed halls.”

“Could’ve been any one of us debs asking you,” you say. “Small island. You would’ve ended up here somehow.”

“No,” Rafe says easily. 

“No?” you challenge. You realize now you’re still dancing with him, and that your friends are either looking for you or making fun of you, and that the string of pearls your dad gifted you this evening are starting to feel a little tight around your neck. Rafe’s fingers grazes them as he slips your dress strap back into place one more time. “Why not?”

“I would’ve said no to anyone else.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagine

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Could you write Nod nsfw hcs??

MUCH LOVE ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Nod NSFW Headcannons

Reader: female

Warnings: not too detailed in nsfw area, I mean it's there and well implied,

Note: GIRLY POPS, DID WE KNOW NOD WAS VOICED BY OUR BELOVED JOSH HUTCHERSON !??! BECAUSE I SURE DID THE FUCK NOT,

Ex. Note: also I almost didn't write this bc when I first watched Epic I was really young and I knew Nod was around my now current age; 18-19 and I was like "hes alot older than me" but then remembered that me and Nod are actually around the same age rn then I remembered alot of characters I crushed on as a kid are like...my age now and now its putting me in a crisis

This man is vanilia with a dash of spice. He enjoys comforting sex

Straight up: sets you down for dinner he attempted to make and burnt a little and candle light and everything.

One-night stands? Nah, he tried once, bro was like "I gotta go" not even a minute into it.

Though he's very vanilla, he enjoys messing around in other places *cough* unground ponds and pools.

He doesn't know why there's something so beautifully and calm about it.

He also really likes the way any light from above comes down to hit your skin.

Moonlight over sunlight 100%

His first time is definitely with you,

Also, you on top of him?

Mind blown,

Turns out he enjoys light neck grabbing; like start with your hands on his chest as you're riding him: they going up to his shoulder and onto his neck, just for you to lay down ontop of him while riding him and run your hands to the back of his head and into his hair.

He's respectable enough to not sneak into your parents' house,

Brings your mom flowers always, especially before he takes you out on a date.

Just to go and bang you in his room after the date.

Let's take a moment to thank ronin for working so much.

Thank you, Ronin.

Well except for that one time.

You know. That one time that he caught you both

It was early on in the relationship, a quickie finished as you had told Nod. Adamantly, you had to go to this family dinner.

And he was all for it, but you both wanted to bang so. Thats what you did

Ronin caught you walking the walk of shame out of Nod's room. Nod trying to convince you to stay or at least let him walk you home as he was still halfway undressed.

"Baby let me just walk you home-" "Nod please. It's okay. I appreciate it but I know you're supposed to go do things today too-" "Oh? With Ronin?" He chuckled, "He can wait- I'll make anyone wait for you-" "Well Ronin doesn't want to wait." Ronin cut in. "Ronin?!" Nod spoke, nerves laced his voice as he was quick to push Y/n behind him, "hey! Ronin, how's your day!" Nod finished putting on his shirt, "Hey- Didn't know you were-" "Good afternoon, Y/n." Y/n looked out behind Nod, the embarrassed expression told it all to Ronin "...good afternoon commander, sir..." "Nod walk her home. We'll have a talk about it after." Nod only agreed with silence and along they went.

For sure got in trouble after by Ronin,

Birds and the bees talk, from Ronin? Nod rather die.

but of course Ronin's gotta be a hard ass and ground him for a week; Nod could care less

"You can't see her for a week," "What!?" Nod argued, following Ronin's walking away form, "T-That's not fair!" "Wanna make it two?" "You know I wanted to make her a gift anyways-"

#x reader #x female reader #female reader #epic 2013 #fanfic #epic 2013 x reader #epic 2013 fanfic #nod x reader #Nod epic (2o13)

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Giving Henry Cavill a boudoir book for when he has his long travels away from Reader and they can’t go with him🫶🏻❤️😘

More Than a Love Letter (Part 1)

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: Henry is away shooting and has been super stressed lately, so you come up with the perfect plan to surprise him

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of depression, angst, body dismorphia, sly smut, and masterbation

Minors DNI

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It was almost nine in the night, as you sat on the couch in your living room, eagerly awaiting Henry's call. He had been away for months shooting his new film, "The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare," and you missed him dearly. This was the hardest part of your relationship. Being away from him while he's at work. Obviously, you can join him, but you've been working too, plus being with him on his shoots in the past, hasn't been the best decision made by you two. He's committed to his work, and you're to yours, and it always is hard to balance it, especially after you started working full-time. Although you did often visit him, but with this particular movie, the director is very particular about having family while working, which is adding more to both of your stress. Finally, the call came through, and you excitedly answered, and got greeted by Henry's handsome face on the screen.

"Hey there, love," Henry said with a tired smile. "Long day on set, but it's good to see your face." You couldn't help but notice the exhaustion in his eyes and the weariness in his voice. You knew he had been through a lot lately, with the scandal of losing his role as Superman and the disappointment of dropping out of his beloved "The Witcher" series. Your heart ached for him.

Henry slumped back in his armchair, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I gotta tell you, this Ministry role is kicking my arse. I don't even recognize myself with all this extra weight and facial hair. I look like my grandpa!" He let out a frustrated sigh. You couldn't help but chuckle, finding his rant endearing. "Baby, come on, you always look amazing, no matter what," you reassured him. Although you knew he suffered through body dismorphia, and this was the last thing he imagined doing, but agreed anyway to give a tribute to his grandfather and aunts and uncles who'd served in the war. "The weight and the facial hair can be managed, and you'll rock that role like the true talent that you are. Plus we discussed this, it is an opportunity to show your diversity as an actor, plus this is your family lineage, it will mean a lot to them too." You add all the good reasons to keep him going, and you see him relax a little. It was working.

Henry's expression softens as he looked at you, his tired eyes lighting up. "Thanks, love. I needed to hear that. It's been tough, you know? Losing those two big roles back-to-back, it's been a blow to my confidence."

"I know hon" you said softly, reaching out to touch the screen as if you could physically comfort him. "But you're so much more than your roles. You're an incredible actor, and your talent shines through no matter what you do. Plus your fans love you dearly too. Don't let these setbacks define you, you never do."

Henry's gaze locks with yours, and you could see the gratitude in his eyes. "You're right, as always," he said, a small smile forming on his lips. "I'm lucky to have you in my corner, princess. I don't know what I'd do without your unwavering love and support." He adds and you couldn't help but blush, feeling a surge of love for Henry. "I'll always be here for you, Henry. No matter what happens, I believe in you. You've got this."

Henry leaned in closer to the camera, his intense blue eyes piercing through the screen. "Thank you baby," he whispered. "Your belief in me gives me strength. I promise I'll make you proud."

The sincerity in his words touched your heart, and tears welled up in your eyes. "You already do, Henry," you said softly. "I'm so proud of you, and I know you'll overcome any challenge that comes your way." Henry's tired expression relaxes, and he reaches out to touch the screen as if he could touch you. "I miss you, baby girl," he said with a strong longing in his voice.

"I miss you too my love" you replied, your voice choked with emotion. "But just a few more weeks, and you'll be home." Henry nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Yeah, just a few more weeks," he said, taking a deep breath. "I'll make the most of it and give this Ministry role everything I've got."

"I know you will," you said with a proud smile. "And remember, we're all waiting for you to work open arms if you want to just come back. You don't have to do it at the cost of yourself." He nods and then smiles, as he leans in to blow you a kiss through the screen. "Thank you, love. I needed this pep talk. You always know how to lift my spirits." You smiled back and kiss his the screen. "Always and forever!." you winked as he chuckled hearing you quote Klaus from TVD.

You both ended up talking about your day, and you cheered him up by telling him some of the funniest highlights of your day, only to see Henry slowly drift to sleep listening to your voice. You smiled and disconnected, sleeping off yourself as well.

~

Next day you sat in your cozy bed, your mind was consumed with worry for Henry. You had noticed how he hadn't been himself lately, and it hurt you deeply to see him struggling. His recent setbacks with losing out on the Superman role and leaving The Witcher had taken a toll on him, and you wanted to do something to support him. However, you were well aware of his commitment to his work and his dislike for any interference while he was on set. Visiting him was not an option, as it had caused stress in the past when he couldn't spare time for you amidst his busy schedule. He just ended up feeling so much more guilty knowing you're five minutes from him, and he still has to wait ages before getting with you. He was already stressed, and going to see him would just add more to it. So you racked your brain, trying to come up with a way to show him your love and support without causing any disruptions.

Then it hit you. Henry had mentioned how women used to send boudoirs to their husbands during war as a way to remember them, and he had even jokingly suggested that you should create one for him. At the time, you brushed it off as a playful comment, but now the idea seemed to hold more weight. You realized that putting together a care package for him, including some sentimental items, and the boudoir might just be the perfect way to show him how much you cared without intruding on his work. It was an old-school gesture, something that you and Henry had always cherished, and you hoped it would bring him comfort during this challenging time.

You began to gather ideas for what to include in the care package. First and foremost, you knew you wanted to include some heartfelt notes from his family. Henry was very close to his family, and their words of encouragement and love would mean the world to him. Especially from his mum, who is his biggest cheerleader. You also decided to write him a personal letter, pouring out your feelings and expressing your unwavering support. Letters were your thing. It was this way the two of you connected. It has so much more weight and love than a text for the two of you. You knew that words had a special impact on him, and you wanted to remind him of how much he meant to you and how proud you were of him. Something he can read every time he's close to give up.

As you continued to brainstorm, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of including some naughty stuff in the care package. Henry had always appreciated your playful and adventurous side, and you knew it would bring a smile to his face amidst the stress of work. You blushed slightly as you considered what items to include, knowing that Henry was a wild bore when it came to it. So there you were ordering a fleshlight and lube for him. Obviously it wouldn't ever be close to how he feels being in you, but it definitely would help to some extent.

Next you decides to go through some of your intimate pictures with him, which definately did the magic making you wet, as you started to finger yourself thinking about him. Soon you came hard and smirked as you collected the moisture on your panties, which now smelled like you. This is probably the best thing you're gonna be adding in the package for him. He loves the smell of you and smelling your arousal always turned him on.

Thinking about Henry's other favorite things, you decided to include some of his go-to snacks, like his favorite protein bars. You knew how much he loved his workouts and fitness routine, and you wanted to make sure he had some of his favorite fuel to keep him going on set. You also considered including the candle you both usually use while making love, and a small bottle of the perfume you use. As you continued to plan the care package, you couldn't help but get excited about the idea of creating a boudoir for Henry. You knew it would be cheesy, but it felt like the perfect gesture given his role in The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare, a movie based on the World War era. You thought about taking some tasteful and intimate photos of yourself, maybe even including some of your favorite memories together, to remind him of the love and intimacy you shared. It felt like a vulnerable and personal gesture, but you knew that it would bring a smile to his face and make him feel cherished.

As you finalized your plans for the care package, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and hope. You hoped that this gesture would show Henry how much you cared for him, even from a distance, and that it would bring some comfort and joy into his life during this challenging time. You knew that he was a man of simple pleasures and heartfelt gestures, and this might just do the trick to uplift his mood.

--

Part 2

A/N: Working on all the requests this week!

#henry cavill fluff #domhenrycavill #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill #henry cavill fic #henry+cavill+fluff #henry cavill x short!reader #henry cavill x female ofc #henrycavillxreadersmut #henry+cavill+smut #henrycavillfic #henrycavill/you #henrycavillfluff #henrycavillxreader #domhenry #henry cavill smut #henry #henry cavill fanfiction

[connorswhisk]

Spiderverse: I’d love to see something with Miguel, Peter B. Parker, snd Mayday! Fully open to you pairing the guys but I prefer a poly/open relationship/amicable breakup to cheating. ❤️

hi thanks for the request! it’s not explicitly said in-fic, but peter and mj are poly here and there is no cheating :)

“Peter. Peter. Peter.”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

Sullenly, Miguel gestures to himself. Mayday has her legs draped over him, babbling happily from her spot atop his shoulders as her little pudgy hands grasp at his dark locks.

“Aw, get down from there, kiddo,” Peter says as he reaches over to literally pluck May out of Miguel’s hair. “Miguel’s trying to get some work done, you don’t gotta bother him.” Grinning, he lifts up her shirt and blows a raspberry into her tummy. May giggles, shrieking loudly.

“Thanks,” Miguel grunts. He’s never known how to act around May - Peter wonders if he was this bad when his own daughter was a toddler, but he’s certainly not going to ask Miguel that.

“She likes you, you know,” Peter tells him mildly. “I mean, she pretty much likes everyone, but that includes you.”

Another grunt. Miguel turns back to his screens.

“Man of few words today, I see,” says Peter dryly. Like Miguel ever has a lot to say about stuff like this.

“She’s sweet,” Miguel mutters. “She’s…cute.”

“Cute.” Peter smiles. “You ever think about getting a pet or something? I feel like there’s some mean old tomcat out there somewhere that would be the perfect companion for one Miguel O’Hara.”

“Too busy.” Miguel’s typing something, but he hasn’t raised the platform yet. Granted, Peter hasn’t left the platform, but since when did Miguel decide to give warning about that sort of thing, anyway?

“Mig.” Mayday reaches out with grubby little hands, squirming in Peter’s grasp. “Mig!”

“Like I said.” Peter laughs. “She likes you.”

Miguel glances back, eyebrows raised. “Why?”

“Why not?” Peter shrugs. “If you keep assuming people dislike you, you’re not going to make the important connections you need to be happy.”

“Since when did you get so profound?”

“Since I had a kid,” Peter answers honestly. He realized that pretty early on.

“Hmm.” Miguel looks lost in thought, the spot between his brows creased in concentration. There’s somberness there too, melancholy at the corners of his lips and grief in his eyes. It feels kinda private. Peter respectfully looks away.

When Miguel speaks again, it’s the softest Peter has ever heard his voice. “Could I…see her?”

Peter grins and hands the beaming Mayday over. Miguel props her up against his hip, the way MJ likes to hold her. “Mig,” May chirps happily, and Miguel doesn’t quite smile, but Peter doesn’t miss the flickerings at the edges of his mouth.

May reaches out and bops Miguel on the nose. He chuckles, mostly under his breath, but Peter can see right through that in a heartbeat.

Uh oh. Speaking of hearts. His is suddenly beating so fast Peter’s afraid it might burst out of his chest. He hasn’t felt like this since…since he first met MJ.

Oops. Didn’t mean to do that. Miguel, oblivious to Peter’s sudden plight, boops Mayday’s nose in return, finally allowing a small smile to grace his face as she shrieks with glee. Have I ever looked at him in this lighting before? Or am I so entrenched in the house-husband lifestyle that the sight of anyone holding a kid - holding my kid - makes my nerves fry over like I’m sixteen again?

Wait ‘til MJ hears about this one, Peter thinks. I’ll never hear the freakin’ end of it.

Across from him, Mayday gurgles in joy, and Peter smiles.

#across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miguel o'hara #peter b. parker #mayday parker #my writing

[honey-tongue]

PHEW. I REWATCHED REBELLION AFTER FOREVER. ANOTHER RAMBLE!

I'm so glad it is recognized that Homura is putting on a front about being evil and stuff.

Like, after sitting through the whole movie with a fresh and more developed mind, I don't know how people can say that she isn't AT LEAST morally gray. She isn't pure evil, even though she makes herself sound so spooky and dark. Girl hasn't unpacked so much trauma and hatred of herself. And I'm not even trying to be super biased here.

Throughout the the movie, there's so many signs where she sees herself in a bad light or is suicidal. Her pointing the gun to Moemura's head because she sees that part of herself as weak and a failure, her black taint she left on MadoKami's statue because she views herself with disgust, Madoka falling over as she poses like a crucified Messiah, and Homura unable to save her from falling, so a larger Homura punches the smaller Homura into the ground, her fake suicide to trick Mami, THE WHOLE HOMULILLY SEQUENCE, the end where she falls off a cliff, her risk with her soul gem and her goodbye with Kyoko, I'm probably missing more.

Yes, when she grabs Madoka, she talks about not wanting to be away from her anymore. Obviously she is indulging a bit in her own desires here, but she's also wanting Madoka to live a normal life without living as a concept. (Not gonna lie though, Homura, you didn't need to sound so creepy about it. Lol. Anyways! Her response to making tough decisions seems to be putting on a front that's confident and distant so I can let it slide.) But because of that, I can see why people will instantly think she's completely selfish, but... then you realize that the scene JUST BEFORE the magical girls try help Homura not kill herself, that... She's literally willing to suffer so Kyubey doesn't lay a hand on Madoka. Even if that means she can't see Madoka anymore. (OUCH.) Gotta put those pieces together, my dudes.

But Madoka, being her good self, insists on saving her (Thank you, based Madoka). So Homura needs to a new way of protecting her. And hey! Madoka gets to live that normal life and doesn't have to make that "scary choice" anymore that she would ”never want to make". (I hate having to put that in quotation marks, but, unfortunately, Madoka is a little TOO self sacrificial which is something I could write my thoughts about another time...)

I've already read other people analyze and dissect scenes, so I'll avoid repeating them. That and I don't really so confident with my own interpretations and thoughts a lot of the time, heh. But it was a very enlightening rewatch. After rewatching the series and reading into the wraith arc, as confusing as it was, certainly helped A LOT. That and, as I said, having a more developed mind. (I was basically 15 when I watched it the first time 😵)

BTW LOVE CRISTINA VEE AS HOMURA HERE ESPECIALLY. WOW. She is working overtime by having different voices for Moemura, Homura, and Demon Homura. Wonderful as always. And special mention to Sarah Williams for that scene with Sayaka and Homura. Wowowow. I know people stick with subs, but these two's voice work for the show shouldn't go unrecognized ❤️❤️

#ash says stuff #ash watches pmmm #pmmm

[skyward-floored]

Hey Peggy, emotions are such a freaking pain, I understand. Especially when you think you’ve worked through something and then it comes back to revisit you. I’ll refer you to Warriors’ advice to Twilight (this is a big reason I wrote this fic because I needed to remind myself too!)

Anyway, you don’t have to explain anything or the like because I know you’ve gotten a million people asking/hugging and the like by now, so just have a comfort fic and know it’s ok not to be ok and sometimes you just gotta ride the wave. You’ll get to the upswing soon enough ;) ❤️

xxx

Link smiled softly as he rocked back and forth, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The small bundle in his arms cooed gently, snuggling further into the blankets he’d swaddled her in.

He felt someone peer over his shoulder. “She has your nose.”

Link chuckled, nuzzling his daughter with said nose. Then he glanced at the person behind him. “You know you’ll eventually have to take the mask off, right?”

Fierce huffed. “I think not. The fool shouldn’t have been going through your things and put it on the first place.”

Link didn’t have an argument for that, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the deity’s company in person.

Though admittedly, getting parenting advice from a cursed deity who hadn’t seen the light of day outside of battle in millennia was not always the best idea.

Link, I think you’re supposed to tap their feet when they cry like that.

I distinctly remember your kind were able to feed infants from your breasts, what do you mean you can’t do that??

Link sighed, putting Navi in her crib. He stretched, exhausted from being woken constantly for his child’s needs. He’d never complain about it aloud, but he’d gone without a solid hour of sleep in so long it almost felt like Termina all over again.

Having Fierce hovering over him certainly helped with the nostalgia.

A warm hand settled on his shoulder. “Go to bed, little hero. I can watch her.”

Link eyed him dubiously. His ability to parent an infant was questionable at best.

Besides… Link would rather talk to Fierce than sleep when he has the opportunity to actually be with him.

The deity sensed his hesitancy and smiled gently. Sitting on the bed, he pat the spot beside him. Link settled at the invitation, and Fierce wrapped an arm around him, pulling him to his side.

“I’ll be here when you wake,” the cursed deity said softly. “I promise.”

The words sank into his core, warming him like a hot stew on a winter night. So many came and went in his life; having a solid promise from someone who would never lie to him gave him more peace than he could articulate. He let himself relax in the hold, and his eyes were closing before he could stop himself.

Malon later entered and found the pair leaning against each other and the backboard of the bed, Link sleeping peacefully while the deity hummed quietly.

**hugs from Skye and the Hero of Time and Fierce Dadity ❤️❤️❤️***

well I’d thought I was done crying for the day but you are proving me wrong here Skye

I don’t even have the words anymore I’m overwhelmed at this, you wrote fic??? Cute baby fic and fierce dadity???? For me???????

WAUGH SKYE I LOVE IT thank you for this and your kind words as well :’)

#BABY NAVI HE NAMED HER NAVI #hhhhbnhbnhffhgfjvgj #answers from the floor #skyloftian nutcase my beloved #long post #fierce dadity #fic #ocarina of time #sorta

[thedaveandkimmershow]

A 'lil update for the last few days:

Monday night, the 13th, I spent making Kimmer's birthday card, wrapping her gifts, and preparing the flowers. I was mostly in my home edit suite that doubles as an art space at times.

Aside from the birthday prep, though, Monday night was the first time I rolled out Christmas music this year, a classic, the soundtrack for Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown.

I also threw in some tunes from Kenny Logins' Christmas album, December. I don't remember for sure but I think our friend, Scott, tuned us into that holiday tradition.

In the meantime, Kimmer's birthday was a lovely affair... if for no other reason than the sun was out in all its glory all day long, bathing our entire day in the look of summer if definitely not the heat.

We lazed away the morning after presents and cards and flowers until it was time to pick up Linzy from work in Seattle.

So Linzy gets in the car and asks

"Would you like your present now?" and Kimmer says "Yes!" then Linzy pairs her phone with our car's sound system and plays a Dream Patrol cover of the Fleetwood Mac tune "Songbird" that was written by Christine McVie. Linzy performs the song with The Little Lies, the Fleetwood Mac tribute band that has upcoming gigs in Portland (Dec. 6) and at Climate Pledge Arena for an upcoming Kraken game (Dec. 10). (I mention the dates 'cause we're going to both in the coming holiday weeks)

Songbird is one of Kimmer's favorite songs. A serious favorite. And she absolutely loves listening to Linzy perform it on stage. This version, though, is an arrangement from Linzy's brand, Dream Patrol. It's an all kinds of special arrangement, a multilayered modern take that blows us away.

Helluva present from the Daughter, I've gotta say. ❤️❤️❤️

Our plan was to then head up to Gerardi's Osteria for a fancy lunch. The last time we were at that restaurant, by the way, was the last day Linzy 'n Rachel lived with us.

And the next day?

Yup. Glorious empty-nesting forever more. 😁

Anyway. Our plan was Edmonds for lunch except none of us had really had anything to eat so we thought, sure, we'll get a snack first and, since we were close, Kimmer thought Cactus except Linzy was thinking we all go there all the time so then Kimmer whips out Pub70 on the waterfront so, long story short...

That's where we get a snack.

Only, you know, they don't have snacks at Pub70, they have appetizers. And most of those appetizers cost roughly the same as most of their actual lunch items. So Pub70's where we have Kimmer's birthday lunch which was still lovely because the sun was lighting up that section of the restaurant (near the bar) and we basically spent our time together as a family in sunlight. ☺️

Aside from her birthday presents, Kimmer also had it mind to treat herself to a blue sweater.

A blue sweater?

Yup. So we make our way across town to the flagship GoodWill on Dearborn where the girls shop about and I snap close up photos of the various Christmas displays atop the racks... along with one shot right into a Christmas ornament hanging from the tree next to the front doors. It didn't turn out the way I meant it to...

But there you go and there you are.😐

And then we're on our way back up to the house where Linzy & Kimmer spend the next coupla hours painting canvases that Kimmer will use to mount a pair of black & white photographs that are dear to her. While they're doing that, I've got our big screen playing back The Wedding Singer on one end of the dining room which we all enjoy while sitting around the dining room table.

By 'n by, I fry up the appetizers we picked up the other day at Trader Joe's... and we all partake before driving Linzy home for the evening and lounging through the last few hours of the day with Kimmer.

Kimmer loves this kind of day, by the way. Oh sure we used to do these birthdays in epic ways... but this way of celebrating stands in contrast to the wall-to-wall life we lead these days.

A little peace and family is always good for the soul. ☺️

Moving on from holiday music news and birthday news, I took my first Christmas photographs last Thursday at Value Village...

...followed by the ones on Kimmer's birthday...

...followed by ones I took tonight along with a bunch of other ones, leftovers from Halloween and perennials from the toy section, to avoid going full Christmas all the time just yet.

I only mention this because my Rule for the month was to not take any Christmas photos like, at all, until we get passed Thanksgiving.

But again. There you go and there you are.

I blew that one.

In the meantime, our holiday plans for next week are starting to take shape. We've got reservations at the Edgewater Inn in Seattle for breakfast on Linzy's birthday which happens this year the day before Thanksgiving. Next year, her birthday will fall right on Thanksgiving and you can be she resents the hell outta that.

Then on Thanksgiving itself, we're celebrating in the evening with dear family friends who're coming over to celebrate with us and Linzy and their two little ones.

Still working out the details. But the brush strokes we've got. ☺️

Question is...

Will we have a Christmas tree up before or after Thanksgiving?

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Black Out - D.R.W

Author’s Note: I'm finally here to feed my Danny girls. You all have been waiting so patiently for me to write my first ever Danny smut story, he's just so intimidating to write and I didn't want to get this wrong. This is also the longest story I've written thus far so I hope I've delivered for you.

Synopsis: Danny Wagner has always been a pain in the ass, but what happens when the two of you find yourselves together after a night out?

Word Count: 10k (now that's more like it)

Pairing: Douchebag!Danny x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Foul language, alcohol, oral, spanking, choking, light degradation, dom!sub. (Wrap it before you tap your worst enemy)

Thank you all for your patience, I've been so busy lately its been hard to find the time to write but I'm proud of what I've put out here for y'all. I'll be getting back to requests soon in the order in which I got them, I just wanted to do something on my own to get my creative juices flowing again. Anyway, please let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list and what y'all think! Thank you, love you! ❤️

Black Out- D.R.W

You should have left hours ago, it was snowing like crazy out and you knew you probably shouldn’t be this fucked up either but, damn, whiskey runs way too smooth and work has been getting on your nerves. The party ended about twenty minutes ago, everyone now scrambling to figure out a safe way home. Classic Michigan. No ubers would risk this trip out, the snow was piling up fast and the snowplows wouldn’t make it this late. Time is of the essence and you really don’t want to stay at whoever's house this was, and if that means grabbing a ride with Danny then so be it. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t halfway beg Josh to take you home in his stupid jeep but he was already getting a ride himself because he had had too much to drink tonight. He only offered you a warm giggle and a tight hug, promising you he would text you as soon as he got home safe. Josh was a sweet mess when he was drunk, you wished you were able to be in whoever’s car was taking him home. Josh did do you one last favor before leaving, and that was flagging Danny down and asking him to take you home, remembering you two didn’t live far from each other. The visible look of annoyance on his face made you smile, a tantalizing opportunity to torture Danny, one of your many favorite past times.

“Why do I need to take her home?” Your head spins to watch Danny complain to Sam who is wrangling a pack of wild drunks of his own, as Josh practically waltzes out the front door with a couple of other drunk dudes and their very nervous designated driver. Sam is only half listening to his friend, he looks like he’s trying to corral three drunk girls together, trying desperately to keep them from running off back to the dying embers of the house party. “Her house is way closer to yours than everyone else I’m driving.” “Who did she come here with?” “One of the girls I’m taking in my already full car. Amber, no, no we are not taking the leftover jello shots in my car! Ugh, that doesn’t mean you should eat them now?!” Sam runs to chase after your friend Amber, pulling the other two drunk girls by the wrist like a single mother dealing with unruly children in a grocery store, you giggle to yourself as you pull on your coat and search for your purse, spinning in a circle only to find it’s already strapped to you.

“I’m sick of playing designated driver.” Danny whines as Jake leads an arguing drunk couple to the doorway, “It's getting bad out there dude, I’m sure it won’t take long, we gotta go while we can.” Jake opens the door, ushering the yelling couple out the door ahead of him, you saunter over to Danny, standing tall with his arms crossed. “Fine, but I’m not happy about having to drive her.” “Oh shut up, I’m a delight to be around.” You chime in, shoulder checking him on your way out the door. “Yeah a real fucking treasure.” Danny scoffs, rolling his eyes as he pulls his coat tighter to him before walking out to follow you.

Daniel Wagner is probably not your biggest fan, and you were not exactly his either. You can’t say when was the moment that solidified your status as enemies but for as long as you’ve known the Kiszka’s, you’ve known Danny. You both love the boys too much to give up hanging out as a group, even if that meant knowing the other would be wherever they were. You two get along civilly for the most part but pushing Danny’s buttons and vice versa, was a long standing game you two have been playing for years. You stumble through the snow along the grassy yard that was covered in the abandoned cars that belong to all of the party's drunk patrons who were finding other means of safe transportation. You fall into the thick powdery snow, landing in the cushion of the freshly fallen flurry with a drunken chuckle. “Come on.” Danny says flatly as he spins his keys on his fingers with an air of irritation. You roll over to your back and start making a snow angel, “It's freezing! Let’s go!” He shouts, his breath visible and floating into the night sky. “But if I get up I’ll ruin my snow angel!” You whine, Danny throws his head back with a groan, walking over to you as you sit up, he squats down and picks you up and holds you to his chest, his movement swift, unphasing his stride as he carries you away effortlessly, you never knew Danny was so strong? He faces the shape you had made of you in the snow, “Looks more like a snow demon to me.'' Danny quips, turning back to his intended path towards his car. “I thought it looked very nice.” You say simply, trying to ignore how muscular Danny’s arms feel around you, carrying you like a groom would carry his bride through the terrain of the snowy night. Finally you both reach the car, he reluctantly sets you back down on your feet just to fish out his keys and open your door, “Oh, Daniel, such a gentleman.” You tease as you slip inside the passenger seat, earning only a scoff and eye roll from your valet for the evening. 

Danny pops inside and turns the key, pressing every button that will warm up the car from this wintery hellscape. You wrap your arms across your chest as you try to preserve any heat you may have left in your body from escaping through your sweater and coat. Danny’s bluetooth is paired to the radio, an old Neil Diamond song playing through the speakers. “I don’t think I’ve heard this one.” You observe more to yourself than Danny, he gives you a quick glance, just peeling his eyes from the ice filled streets to give you a surprised “Hm.” You listen along, liking how oddly gospel-sounding it is, “It’s uh Holly Holy, I think it’s about the way the woman he loves makes him feel like she is akin to a spiritual awakening. How she makes him feel full with her love, like he could do anything.” Danny explains softly, trying his best not to sound corny. You just smile sweetly at the idea, the song is sweet and you can hear the meaning Danny mentioned plain as day in its melody, “I mean, I don’t know, it could be about LSD or something, that’s just what I think it sounds like to me, I don’t know.” Danny stammers out, “No I like it, I get that too. I think it's sweet.” You reassure, nodding along lazily to the beat, letting the song flow through you. Danny only lets a grin tug at the corner of his mouth as you continue your journey home. 

It was no exaggeration, the snow was falling fast and in droves, the white from the flurry made it hard to see when driving so you were practically praying to the girl Neil Diamond was singing about if she could get you through this storm. Only a few more minutes of fearful driving until you were finally pulling into your apartment complex’s parking lot. “Finally.” You sigh to yourself, feeling the edge of sobriety slowly creeping in, as you and your friends would describe it, you were about a seven, maybe a six and a half on a scale of one to ten, ten being the drunkest you could possibly think of being. Danny turns off the car and you snap your head to look at him, “You don’t have to walk me up ya know?” You offer, knowing how he didn’t want to be here in the first place, very aware that he probably doesn’t want to be here any longer than he has to. “No way, its fucking freezing out and I’ve seen enough Dateline episodes to know not to abandon a drunk friend alone in the middle of the night.” He explains, rebuttoning his coat. “Friend, huh?” You press, raising an eyebrow at his choice of phrasing. “If I said 'mortal enemy’ I don’t think I’d end up on the show.” He smirks, you just roll your eyes and chuckle as you open the door, the cold wind slamming into you, your clothes might as well be made of tissue paper the way it whips through you. 

You pull your coat closer to yourself, starting your well traveled path up to your apartment, Danny close to your side, his hair flying around his face. You nearly slip and fall on an iced over puddle on the sidewalk, sending you backwards into Danny, his firm chest and arms steadying you. “You that drunk?” Danny laughs out, “No, asshole, it's slippery!” You shout, your voice a little too dramatic from the embarrassment of Danny seeing you nearly eat shit on the concrete. “Come on, diva.” His voice is playful as he abruptly picks you up, tossing you easily over his shoulder, “Hey!” “I don’t think I trust you to make it up these stairs alive on your own, princess.” Danny mocks, his arms locked firmly around your waist and hips, keeping you still as his long flowing curls tickle your cheeks. “You’re a full service man aren’t you Dan? You drive drunks home, walk girls to their door, and carry them over your giant shoulders? You really are a gentleman!” You tease, calling out loudly. His large hand meets your ass with a spank, you yelp out in shock, “Stop shouting, you’ll wake the whole complex.” He quips back. You can’t help but blush, the position you’re in alone has your tipsy mind swimming, that sting of his slap sinfully makes you weak. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, like come on, this is Danny? Douchebag Dan? Maybe you were a bit higher on your drunk scale than you thought.

You finally make it up to your apartment door as Danny plops you down to your feet, you fumble the keys in the lock, finally swinging open to your warm and inviting abode. “Mind if I use your restroom before I head out?” Danny asks as you toss your keys on your entry table, “Sure.” You say, your hands working off your coat, toeing your boots off. You make your way into the kitchen and grab yourself a glass of water, chugging down the cold beverage like your life depended on it, which it did if you didn’t want to wake up tomorrow with a headache from all the sugary mixers you had tonight. Danny emerges from the bathroom making his way back towards you, he comes over and grabs the glass out of your hand, taking it and drinking the ice water. “Oh please, help yourself.” You sarcastically spout, crossing your arms with a furrowed brow as you glare up at him. He finishes off the glass and sets it on the counter beside him, “Well, I guess I should be off.” “You’re insufferable.” “I got you home didn’t I?” He shrugs smugly, you only let out a scoff, “Right. Yeah, thank you. I uh, I really appreciate it.” You say softly, looking up to his eyes, dark and curious. “Was that a genuine ‘thank you’?” Danny says with his brows lifted in utter surprise, “Yes, dickhead, it was.” You roll your eyes, leaning against your fridge. Danny makes his way closer to you, “Oh, don’t ruin it, I’m gonna revel in this moment.” He teases, his arm extends to the fridge door, propping himself against it, trapping you from leaving as he leans in, his head dipping next to your ear, “Say it again.” He whispers in your ear, his voice a hair deeper and raspier as he speaks, a wave of goosebumps travel down your neck, you only gaze up at him into his eyes, ‘fuck he’s tall’ you think to yourself, your lips parting as you look over his face. “Thank you.” Your own voice barely above a whisper as he smiles that oh so familiar shit-eating grin you’re so used to seeing. “That wasn’t so hard now was it, princess?” Danny says, his finger lifting your chin up to keep your eyes trained on him. The air feels thick, a tension building around you, the feeling of his hand on your chin makes your stomach flip with sweet excitement. 

Your eyes travel down to look at his lips, so soft looking, they’ve never seemed so soft before. Suddenly, everything goes black. The world goes silent. The power is out in the building. The slow ever present hum of electricity in the background whirs away until it's totally quiet. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the dark, looking at Danny’s silhouette less than a foot away from you, he must have moved away to take in the situation. “Shit.” You whisper, “Looks like I’m not going anywhere for a while.” Danny says, standing up and pulling his phone from his back pocket, turning on his flashlight, “Why?” “Because if the power is out here, it's probably out at my place too. Might as well not be bored alone.” He theorizes, “Fair enough. I have a couple of candles around here somewhere.” You say heading back into the kitchen, opening up your pantry to find an unopened box of tea candles, “Got some of these after my power went out in a storm a year ago, it sucked having zero light for hours.” You explain, pulling out a box of matches. "How very doomsday prepper of you." Danny jokes as you split the candles up, walking around the apartment and lighting candles wherever you would need the most light, the living room, the bathroom and your bedroom. The atmosphere was alight with a warm glow, inviting and safe away from the snow storm just outside the window.

The two of you end up sat on the floor of your living room, facing each other awkwardly in the warmth of the candle light. “It feels like we’re about to do some sacrifice or something with all these candles.” Danny jokes, you chuckle as you take in the view around you, “It kind of does. Maybe I’ll see what I can get in return for your soul.”

“Like what?”

“Whatever it would be worth I guess, which would probably earn me a single McChicken from the dollar menu.”

“Ouch, you think it’d be that bad?”

“I like their McChickens.” You shrug as Danny shakes his head with a smile. You bring your knees up to your chin, your arms holding you close to yourself. “I’m bored.” You complain, your feet rocking back and forth from your place on the carpet. “You’re not tired?” Danny asks with genuine surprise, “No, not really.” You answer, “What do you wanna do?” He asks, as he leans back to rest against the couch from his place on the floor. The room is silent as you ponder the question, the warm candle light flickers, the shadows long and foreign looking on their places against the walls. You let out a giggle and shake your head at the thought. “What?” “Nothing. It’s stupid.” You shake your head again with a smile, “I’m sure it is, what is it?” Danny pries. You just roll your eyes, “Wanna play, would you rather?” You smile, tilting your head to the side, Danny laughs, “That is stupid. Fuck it, why not.” He smiles, he shifts from his cross-legged position to stretching out a leg, his arm resting on one knee he’s hiked up. He tilts his head up at you confidently, waiting for you to go first. “Okay, um, would you rather, only ever eat breakfast for dinner forever or eat dinner for breakfast forever?” You ask, “That is the most lame would you rather question ever.” “Just answer it, asshole.” You jab, Danny just lets his head fall back as he stares up at the ceiling and thinks for a moment, “I guess breakfast for dinner?” “Why?” “I gotta have a reason?” “Yeah, haven’t you ever played this before?” “Okay fine, I don’t know, you can eat all kinds of things for breakfast, sweet and savory stuff? I mean dinner would just be too harty, like you just woke up and now you gotta eat spaghetti?” Danny explains, his face twisted into a funny expression as he tries to justify his choice. You shrug your shoulders, “Fair enough. Okay, your turn.” 

Danny searches the ceiling, looking for a question to ask you, “Would you rather only be able to talk during the daytime or speak only when you are spoken to?” He says with a smirk, “Ooh that is a hard one.” You ponder aloud, “For you, I’m sure it is.” He says with a scoff, “Fuck off.” You spit, he has always been much more quiet than you, you and Josh probably get along so well because you two are always so talkative and you know it drives Danny up the wall. “I guess only during the day? I’d have to do way more during the daytime hours then but I think I’d go crazy if I had to wait until someone spoke to me first.” You explain, Danny only gives a small exhale of a laugh, “Yeah I bet you’d explode, I’d be in heaven though, enjoying the silence for once.” He smiles as he tucks his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and relaxing into his imagination. You huff in annoyance, you crawl over to him, grabbing a pillow from behind him. You get a firm grip on the throw pillow and smack him across the face with it, his eyes slam open at the impact, snapping him out of his fantasy world. “Too bad! You’re suck in this frozen hell with me.” You say sitting up on your knees, only lightly towering over him in his position against the couch. “And you said my question sucked.” You mumble to yourself, retreating back to your spot, sitting on your newly acquired weapon of a decorative pillow. “Okay then you come up with a better one then! No more college ice breaker questions.” You sit a moment, thinking of something salacious and interesting, Danny sits staring at you cooly, his chest puffed out as he waits to see what on earth you could come up with. 

“Alright, would you rather date someone who refuses to kiss you or someone who refuses to blow you? I bet these are real scenarios you’ve faced multiple times Danny boy.” You cross your arms, smiling proudly at your jab, letting him get a taste of his own medicine. He simply laughs at you, “I’ve actually never had a problem with either, women practically beg to suck my dick.” Danny smirks tilting his head like the cocky son of a bitch he is. “I highly doubt that.” “Why do I have to choose between these two? These fake people sound awful.” “Because it's a game Daniel.” You remind him, he moves to sit with his legs crossed, moving a bit closer to you and you silently pray the power comes back and Danny can get stuck in an avalanche on his way home. Danny groans as he twists his face up as he thinks of his answer, “I guess someone who won’t blow me wouldn’t be as awful as never being kissed? Like you at least need that in a relationship, right? We could always do other stuff?” He rationalizes, your eyebrows lift at his answer, a small, “Huh.” Passes your lips at his statement. The idea of Danny being so sentimental rather than obscene somewhat surprises you. “What?” He asks, not letting your comment slip without an explanation. “Just didn’t think about it like that.” You shrug, hoping he’ll drop it, but in very Danny fashion, he doesn’t. “I mean I can get off other ways, I just don’t think I’d be very happy in a relationship like that if they wouldn’t show me any affection like that.” He says, maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s just your constant need to be a contrarian to anything Danny says but you retort back, “I think I’d die if my boyfriend wouldn’t eat me out.” “Would you really choose that over never being kissed?” He asks curiously, leaning forward with interest. “Well after what you said, probably not but, fuck, some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had was from oral.” You smirk lazily, your mind drifting to the thought of a man buried between your legs. “Really?” Danny asks lowly, his voice incredibly soft as he asks you to say more. 

“I don’t think there is a better feeling than sitting on a man’s face.” You say seductively and smile confidently as you stare him down as confidently as he’s staring at you. Your answer hangs in the air for a moment, the two of you taking in the other in the dim light of the candles surrounding the room. You start to feel your heart beating faster as you think of how his dark eyes look at you, looking at you like a lion staring down his next meal. He tilts his head up at you before speaking, looking almost as though he’s about to call your bluff. 

“Would you rather have sex with your most recent ex or your worst enemy?” He asks smoothly. You let out a low chuckle, “Oh, Marcus? Yeah fuck no, the way we ended things really made me see his true colors.” You wince at the idea of even texting your ex, let alone to actually have sex with him again. Not that Marcus was bad in bed, he was fucking amazing, but knowing what you know now about how catty he was when things between you ended, he really turned into a childish prick. “Yeah he was kind of an asshole.” Danny agrees, reminiscing about the time he wouldn’t let you come and get your stuff from his apartment for a week just for a powertrip. The boys had your back throughout that whole break up, Marcus was incredibly controlling, you never really realized until after you broke up with him. You had to have the Kiszka boys and Danny come and help you move out, Josh even let you stay at his apartment until you found your own place.

“You’re not funny.” You say simply standing, Danny follows you and stands, his hand grabbing your wrist, “Oh come on princess it’s just a game. Don’t get all hurt-” “No, I see what you’re doing-” “And what’s that?” “You’re just trying to make fun of me!” You shout as you pull from Danny’s hold. “Why would I make fun of you?” “Because I want to fuck you!” Your voice rings out loudly, too loudly. The sound of your exclamation bouncing off the walls of your silent apartment. Your eyes wide as you realize your mistake, the silence feeling like a vice around your throat. “Oh.” Danny says softly, not knowing what to say. You can’t even look at him, you wish you could dissolve, evaporate into mist and float away. You stare at your socks, not sure what else to do, let alone say. Danny brings a hand up to your chin, lifting your eyes to meet his. You tense up at his forwardness, you fear he can see right through you and into your darkest thoughts, as if they were painted on your irises if he could only get close enough. “You would have been my answer too.” He speaks softly, his voice just above a whisper, his dark brown eyes searching yours. 

 “So who does that leave? You?” Danny simply shrugs, a small awaiting expression plays on his face as he listens for your answer. “I guess we are somewhat enemies.” He responds. “You called me your ‘mortal enemy’ in the car earlier.” “Then yeah, I guess me.” He smirks, your tough persona drops for a moment, your lips parting as you ponder the idea. You think about the way he had you backed up against your fridge, the way the air felt still and hot when he had you cornered, what you may have done if the power hadn’t gone out. You sit up straighter, almost nervous realizing you have to answer him. “You’re asking would I rather fuck my piece of shit ex or you?” You ask, feeling almost stupid but trying not to misunderstand. “I can’t be the worst choice in the world, can I?” He grins, you can feel a ball of nervousness play in your stomach, of course the choice here is easy but what would his reaction be? Would he hold this over you? Tell Sam all about it and tease you about it until the end of time? What would his choice be? “This game is stupid.” You shut down, choosing not to be humiliated. “How? It’s a fair question.” “It's a stupid question.” You push back, you realize Danny is only about a few feet away and you want him closer to- no he’s going to make you look like an idiot! It’s a trap, a fucking prank.

“I- you don’t, like- it’s not-this isn’t? It’s a part of the game? Like, we aren’t-” “Remember when I said you talk too much?” Danny interrupts, serious as can be, you only nod at his question. “Show me what you want.” He dares, his thumb running softly along your bottom lip. You watch his eyes follow the movement of his digit coasting slowly over your faded lipstick. You simply open your mouth, allowing him to slip his thumb inside your mouth, he places it on your tongue softly. You close your mouth around it, not venturing from his sight. You watch his reaction as his lips part, inhaling deeply at the feeling of the warm wetness of your mouth. You let your tongue run under his thumb, teasing him before opening your mouth again, his hand leaving your lips and taking you by the jaw. You two stare at each other in the golden glow of the candlelight against the pitch blackness of the snowy sky outside. He looks different to you now that you both understand the other's intentions, finally on the same side about something for once. His rich dark curls are cascaded around his face, the shadows from the light accentuating his cheekbones, the curve of his nose, the plumpness of his pink lips, the ones you were able to admire only for a moment before the two of you were plunged into darkness. Danny has always been attractive but at this moment, he looks absolutely divine. You take in his appearance one last time before swiftly, pulling him down to you by his sweater, letting your lips crash together in a kiss. 

You can’t help the way your heart is beating so loudly in your ears, this is a man that made you roll your eyes and walk away in high school, the guy that can push your buttons until you are red in the face, but now, with his lips melting against yours, you begin to realize, was this all that built up tension? His large hands hold your face firmly to feel you close, yet soft enough to feel the gentle skin of your cheeks under his palms. He opens his mouth slightly and you take the chance to slip your tongue along his bottom lip just before sliding your tongue into his mouth. You moan breathlessly into his mouth as his hands travel down your waist, landing at your hips and pulling you tightly to his front. You smile against his lips, “I thought this was would you rather, not truth or dare?” You giggle, the lingering alcohol making you a little more goofy than usual, Danny smirks and holds you firmly by the jaw, “Sure, let’s play, truth or dare?” His hand propping you up, forcing you to look into those dark brown eyes, made only more dramatic in this light. You smile defiantly at him, “Dare.” You simply say, not knowing just how the sound of that simple word rolling out of your throat was you hammering down the final nail in your coffin. Danny grins, he takes his time as he leans in to whisper into your ear, “I dare you to speak only when spoken to, to keep as quiet as you can.” His voice commands, the chills from his closeness, the warmth of his breath cascading down over your neck sends a delicious chill down your spine and an excitement that makes you grow warmer between your legs. He pulls away to gauge your answer, “That sound like something you want, princess?” His voice sounding so sweet even after asking for something so overtly kinky and sexual, the use of your once condescending nickname like this absolutely floods your underwear. He eyes you tenderly, searching for any doubt or discomfort, but he finds none. “Yes please.” You whisper, your voice faltering, betraying you with just how badly you want him.

“Oh and such good manners? Maybe you’re more obedient than you seem.” Danny says softly, his hands sliding up the hem of your sweater and resting on the skin of your waist beneath, warm hands radiating into your body. His voice is so gentle, speaking to you as though he was whispering to you in a room of perfect strangers, trying not to be heard by anyone other than just you. The way his eyes feel on your skin makes you want him to slam you against the wall and let him fuck you as hard and in anyway he deemed fit. But the way he’s touching you, fuck, you never want that to end. 

Your hands travel up his sweater clad chest, begging to feel what he's hiding underneath all the fabric. His large hands find your wrists, "Would you like to take this into your bedroom, princess?" He asks, his voice sweet, the tone makes your heart swell. You nod your head in a simple answer, he takes you by the hand and walks you to your room. It's much darker in here, the smaller space feels so much more intimate and cozy, the light from the candles make the room feel almost foreign to you, shaded in a way you've never seen it before. You stand before the edge of the bottom of your bed, looking to Danny for further instruction, "Strip." He commands simply, you only grin as you take your sweater off and over your head, your pants and socks following suit, leaving you only in your bra and panties. Danny's eyes rake over you, "I showed you mine, now show me yours." You break the tension with sarcasm, trying desperately to undo any of the nervousness in your gut. Danny only comes closer to you now, "What did I say about talking?" His dark eyes stare unto yours, dammit, how could you forget? "I forgot-" "You've never been the best listener in the world have you?" He interrupts, passing you to sit on the edge of the bed behind you. 

You look at him with a flare of annoyance but push back the urge to say something snarky, knowing whatever you just did may have its consequences, and consequences you'll have. "Come here." Danny beckons authoritatively, the words alone shouldn't have you reeling but here you are. You walk up to him, standing between his knees as he sits before you, even from your advantage of height from this position you still feel completely at his will. He takes your hand, pulling you over to him until he maneuvers you around and pulls you over his knees, your backside facing him, you gasp at the smoothness of his movements. His large hand runs gently over your plush ass cheek, your lace underwear not leaving much for the imagination but he runs his finger to your hip, snapping the thin material against your skin, the feeling making you slightly jolt. "Maybe you did forget," He smiles to himself as he brings his hand down swiftly, a smack cracking against your ass. You gasp and moan out, the surprise admission of your arousal makes you blush. You've never had a feeling like this before, such a beautiful mixture of pleasure in the pain. "But I'll help you remember." He soothes the stinging flesh with his hand. "I want you to count. Can you do that for me?" He asks, "Yes." You say, voice just above a whisper, shaking under his touch. 

"Tell me if it gets to be too much. Red is stop, yellow is slow, green is go. Okay?" Danny guides his hand down the back of your thigh and up your ass, the feeling of his hand across your skin makes you even more excited, "Yes, sir." You agree, "There's those sweet manners again." He says, a smile obviously present in his tone as he brings his hand down against your ass, a hiss passes through your teeth. "Too bad they're a little too late." He runs his hand over you again, "One." You say through your teeth, the sting energizing you, heat pulsing to your core. His hand comes down again, "T-Two." And again, "Three-e." And again. "F-." You yelp, the stinging in your muscle is almost too much to bear, you can't speak, the wetness is pooling in your panties. "Come on princess, tell me what color." His voice is soft and caring, his hands softly working over your stinging hot cheeks. You think it over for a second, just needing a moment in between. "Yellow." You whisper, taking in a breath. Danny's hands run sweetly over your ass and up to the swell of your lower back, leaning over to whisper in your ear, "You're doing so good. Such a sweet girl." His voice is tender, chills dancing up and down your back. 

"I can take it." You say, finding some resolve in your voice to keep it all together. "What color?" He asks patiently, "Green." You answer without hesitation. "Good girl." He smiles with a quick and final spank. "Five." You groan, your core is aching to be touched, Danny leans down, kissing softly on his red handprint he's most certainly left on your ass, the feeling of his lips on your burning skin feels deliciously cool. You let out a sigh from the feeling of his lips pressed to your burning skin. “You learned your lesson, sweet girl?” Danny whispers softly behind you, his hand running over the back of your thigh, dulled nails running gently up the back of your sensitive expanse of skin, teasing you as well as rewarding you. “Yes, sir.” You whisper back. “Good. Now we can really get to it.” His words make your heart jump into your throat, what on earth could he possibly do to top that? Just as easily as he laid you over his knees, he picks you up and tosses you on the bed, the look of cockiness and confidence on his face and the little bounce onto your own mattress makes your head swim, you cannot believe you are about to fuck Danny Wagner, screw worrying about ruining your friendship, you don’t even really have one, he just annoys you, pisses you off, and picks on you. Right? Then why does the idea of fucking him not bother you? You hate Danny. Right? Fuck. Maybe you don’t.

He pulls the sweater off and over his head, letting it fall to the ground, he climbs onto your bed, crawling over to be on top of you, the two of you taking a moment to just look at eachother like this. His arms are fucking crazy, you think to yourself unpoetically, the way his muscles just wind around his biceps, bulging and flexing as he shifts above you, his hair long as it cascades above you. His nose casts such a beautiful shadow, his eyes are softened, he looks almost like you’ve never seen him before, like you’re able to stare at him without whatever curtain there was blocking your view. He kisses you, this time it's soft, almost caring, like he’s telling you something without having to use his voice. Your hands find his hair, they roost comfortably in the tresses, tight against his scalp, the feeling of your hands on him like this makes you want him even more. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth, he rests more on top of you, the feeling of his bare chest against you, the feeling of his tongue running against yours, feels so right. You pull at his hair, earning a low groan from him that only makes you need more of him. He ruts his hips involuntarily against your center, making you whine against his kiss. He smiles into the kiss, “You need more, don’t you princess?” His husky voice asks, “Please, Danny, please touch me.” The tone of your voice surprises even you the way you’re pleading with him. “No need to beg baby, I’ll give it to you.” He promises, his voice you can tell has an edge to it, he’s far from done with teasing you. Danny’s lips come to your neck, the feeling of his breath and tongue against your sensitive skin driving you wild, his tongue licks up the shell of your ear, “I can’t stop thinking about the way you said you loved sitting on someone's face.'' His voice melts like candle wax as he speaks into your ear, a moan escapes you from just his words and closeness to you. “I want to taste you, princess.” “Please.” Your own voice betraying you, it's been far too long since you’ve been this intimate with anyone, you’ve been practically climbing up the walls from how withdrawn you’ve been since you and Marcus broke up. The way Danny has you just like this without having really touched you is a testament to how in need you are, you worry that even the very first touch of his tongue will make you cum.

He pulls out of the kiss and looks to you, "Let me see what you look like riding mine.'' He smirks that ever present cocky smile and rolls over on his back next to you. You sit up and look at him, laying beautifully with his hair laid over your pillows, the last place you thought you'd ever find Danny, but he looks like he belongs here. Belongs under the candlelight, like it's the one place you could ever truly see him, like invisible ink under a black light, he is revealed to you. With him on display like this you let your eyes wander, the broad expanse of his chest, his abdomen that is rippling with muscle, his shoulders are wide and skin that looks so warm and inviting. Your core is dripping wet from all Danny's teasing, he puts his hands under his head, relaxed as you sit up before him, sitting on your knees. "Take it all off baby, gimme a show."

You give him a confident grin, letting your hands come to unclasp the back of your bra, you slowly work off the straps on either side, revealing your breasts to him, tossing the undergarment away. His eyes look to your chest, ogling your breasts and your waist, you take your time, taking away some of the power he’s held over you thus far, turning around so he can see your bareback and your lacy underwear adorning your ass, red hand print and all. He grins to himself at his handiwork, hoping you’ll think of him tomorrow when your ass stings when you sit down, remembering who the handprint on your skin belongs to. You bend over to slowly pull your already soaking wet panties down your legs, finally kicking them off and turning to look back at Danny, his eyes looking like he could set you on fire just from his stare. You give him a sweet smile as you crawl over his body, straddling his face, feeling just a tad self conscious, “Climb on, princess.” He rasps, his breath fanning over you, sending a shiver up your spine. You make your way higher up on his face and slowly sit down, trying not to rest all of your weight on him. His tongue immediately lays flat against you, a moan rolling out of your mouth, much louder than you anticipated, Danny chuckles against you from the volume of your moan. He begins a delicious assault on your clit, your legs begin to tremble as you attempt to hold your weight up above him. Your tries are in vain as Danny pulls you fully against his lips, his large hands gripping around your thighs, holding you to his face, keeping you from straining yourself, you ease into him, finally letting go and letting him take over. You relinquish your power, if you even had any to begin with, over to Danny, letting his hot tongue bury into you. You mewl above him, the feeling too good to hold back, you look down, his eyes are closed, completely blissed out and in beautiful concentration as he fucks you with his tongue. 

You try your best to keep some sort of composure, not allowing yourself to touch him, out of fear of hurting him or something but his tongue kitten licks at your core in just the perfect way that you can’t hold back anymore. Your hands go to his hair and you can’t help but pull at his long dark waves and rock your hips against him, his hands reach up your body, squeezing at your breasts, his thumbs running over your hardened nipples. You rock harder on his mouth, searching desperately for your orgasm, his tongue laps at you in such a way that you can’t keep your hips from bucking, his nose bumps against your clit and you let out a high pitched whine, “Oh fuuuck yes.” You cry out as you squeeze your eyes closed, trying to get to that sweet place of relief, when all of a sudden Danny completely stops, fuck. You whine from the loss of his tongue, you look down to him, he smiles up at you with a dark expression. “Feels too good baby? You know what happens when you break our rule.” He says, scolding you. “Please Danny, please I’m so close-” “Lay down.” He simply commands, his hand tapping you slightly on your thigh. Your legs feel like jello as you roll off of him, he unbuttons his pants, sliding them off his long legs, leaving him only in his briefs, his cock straining against his underwear. Danny comes to hold himself up above you, “Poor baby, so close to cumming and she had to go ahead and ruin it for herself.” His voice is like honey when he says such dirty things, you can only give him a look of pure anguish as he speaks, you squeeze your thighs together, relishing in the feeling of your own wetness and Danny’s saliva, you need more of him like your life depends on it. His eyes catch on to your movement, his hand takes hold of your jaw, cradling it gently yet firmly in his hand, “Don’t worry, I’m still gonna take care of you, even if you are acting like a little brat.” He smiles at you, you give him the biggest doe eyed look you can muster, silently begging him to hurry up and fuck you senseless. 

“You look so beautiful like this, so sweet.” His hand wanders from your face and travels down your face, sliding down your breasts, down past your stomach and finally between your thighs, your eyes never leaving his as his fingers slip through your folds and up against your clit, you let out a shaky sigh at his touch, he tilts his head as he watches your reaction intently, he pulls his fingers away and to his lips, tasting you, “You taste even sweeter.” His voice is gravelly and rough, so sexy and lude. His fingers come back between your thighs, his middle finger slowly stroking up and down over your clit, the feeling of his warm wet fingers make you practically shiver at his touch, “You like when I touch you like this, princess?” His voice like a snake slithering in your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body in a wave. “Yes, Danny.” Your voice quakes with desperation, “Please, please fuck me, I want you so bad.” You breathe, if he weren’t so close he probably wouldn’t have heard it. His fingers slide inside of you, so easily and sweetly from the way his mouth worked over you. You and Danny collectively sigh at the feeling, “Oh fuck, you feel so tight. You ready for me baby?” He asks tenderly as he looks you over, “Please.” You moan as he slowly pulls his fingers away. 

Danny pulls his briefs down, his erection springing up, his hand stroking himself slowly. Your eyes like a deer in the headlights at the beauty of his hardened cock, the motion of his hand over his already slick looking head makes your pussy throb. He’s big, probably the biggest you’ve ever been with, so full and long. You honestly could probably cum without even touching yourself at this point, just watching the melodic movement of his large hand, the veins on the tops of the skin of his hand turning you on more than it should as he moves up and down his hardened shaft. Danny smirks at your reaction, a low chuckle rolling up his throat brings you back to him, you close your mouth that you didn’t even realize was open until his eyes were on you. “Roll over, ass up.” Danny’s voice sends a heat to your cheeks, you give him one last glance before turning over. The warm still air feels like the electricity is back and flowing throughout the room, but you know that's only because of the energy between you and the dark curly haired man about to rail you into oblivion. 

You give him a bit of a show, getting on all fours and dipping forward until your chest lays against the sheets, swaying your ass gently, not being able to speak kills you but you wouldn't even know what to say besides, 'please fuck me, please put me in my place, please I wanna feel you.' But your motions and your dripping wet pussy say plenty without saying anything at all. "Such a pretty girl, see how good you are when you keep your mouth shut." His voice makes you red with both annoyance and pure eroticism, you never thought that hearing him say things like this to you would do so much to you. You protest silently, pushing your ass back against him, searching for his warmth. His hand comes down on your ass again, stinging more than it should from your previous spankings. You hold back a whine with your lip tucked between your teeth, "What's the rush, princess?" His hand rubs a soft circle over the stinging flesh, his other hand venturing down the center of your back and sliding down over your ass, his fingers running over your pussy, "I'll take good care of you." He breathes gently, you sigh at the feeling of his warm hand against your throbbing core, needing more of him and quick. His middle finger teases your clit, swirling the bud under the pad of his finger, you let out a moan and a shaking breath from the attention you've been craving, but as quickly as his hand appeared, it disappears, withdrawing it as he lines himself up to your entrance. 

He ruts himself up against the curve of your ass, you both sigh at the delightful feeling of some sort of physical affection. His length teases at your entrance, gathering the arousal from your center and wetting his tip, you damn near let out a cry of desperation, trying to hold it together until finally, he slides into you. The sound of your collective sigh as you both fall entranced by the feeling of the other. He feels so good, so fucking good, stretching you out in a way you haven’t felt before, his length was something you needed a moment to adjust to, and proving to be ever the gentleman, he allowed you such a moment. “Fuck.” You mutter under your breath, nearly voiceless as his presence inside you completely engulfs every space inside of your mind. His hips start up a slow pace, his hands holding you just tight enough to move you against him but enough for you to try and cement this feeling in your memory forever. “Feels so fucking tight, feels so good baby.” He groans, his hips picking up their rhythm as you find you both find your footing in the feeling of each other. His hands grip tighter on your hips, his cock slamming into you so deeply, reaching your cervix and running against your g-spot has you moaning, crumbling under him, the way his body feels against yours like he is so intune with you, hitting all the right spots. Your moans are falling out of you like he’s punching them out with his hips snapping against you, you turn your head as well as you can from your position against the pillows. His body is glimmering under the light of the candles, his beautifully dark hair swaying in time with him, his eyes hooded in pleasure. The look on his face is enough to pull a soft, “Danny,” from your lips. Why you said his name knowing you were told not to speak, well, you’re not even sure why, was it because this was all too crazy to be real? Was it that you could feel your heart swell from his soft and vulnerable expression as he buried himself inside you? Or was it because all of this was something you had only thought of in your darkest fantasies? That this hate fuck felt less like hate and more like years of pent up frustration and desire finally succumbing into a puddle of bliss, moans and candle light. 

You kept your eyes trained on him, the pain in your neck be damned, you weren’t going to miss this for the world. All of those nights around a Kiszka’s campfire, staring daggers at each other over the flames, all of the pointed comments, the little outbursts of annoyance seemed to build a wall not between you two, but around the both of you, pushing you closer and closer to each other until it brought you here, to this boiling point. Danny’s eyes find yours, a lazy smile out of pure ecstasy on his lips, even with him fucking you from behind like this, this moment of eye contact feels even more intimate. Your brows are knit from the feeling of the tension building inside of you, your mouth hanging open as you stare at him, feeling like he can almost see right through you. You have to tear your eyes away, fearing he can see straight into your soul. His hand finds its way to your hair, pulling you up on all fours, the feeling of his fist pulling you by your scalp making you moan, you retaliate and start to press back against him, fucking yourself on his length, letting Danny just ease back and letting you take over. “You’re such a fucking slut. Fucking yourself on me like this.” His voice falters, betraying him through his tough and domineering behavior. You giggle to yourself, loving the way you can make him react, you try and recreate the pace he had set, but moving backwards is too hard to keep up with the merciless metronome of his pelvis. Danny leans forward, his chest against you for a moment as his arms circle around you, pulling your whole body up, your back flushed against his chest, a low groan is pulled from your vocal chords in the change of position, his hard dick deeper inside you now.

“You’re so cute when you think you’re in control.” His voice is low, right against the shell of your ear, one arm wrapped against your chest, his hand grasping one of your breasts as his other hand is holding tight to your hip from his arm strapped across your belly, locking you in a perfect position of pure pleasure, but also a hold you couldn’t move from. You let your head lay back against his shoulder, letting go and letting him pound into you from this new angle. Your eyes practically roll back into your skull as you can feel him moving inside you, his tip brushing wonderfully against your g-spot makes you let out a long moan at the feeling. “So good for me, so good princess.” His throat vibrates against you, the feeling of it alone sends you through the roof in pleasure. These small things he does shouldn’t be affecting you so much but here you are, thinking about the way his voice sounds, the small puffs of breath falling from his pillowy lips and against your shoulder, the way his hair tickles your back, and the way his arm muscles look as they hold your body tight against his own. You look up to his face, acknowledging the perfect angle of his jaw line, the soft skin of his neck, you can’t resist, you lean forward with whatever room you have and lick up his neck and up to his ear lobe, letting a moan sing into his ear as you rest against him, looking at his face in profile, even prettier this close up. 

Danny looks down into your begging doe eyes, swiftly pulling himself out of you and spinning you around to lie on your back, him tossing you around like a rag doll makes your jaw drop. He hovers above you, lining himself back up and sliding inside you once more. His eyes seem to drink you in, looking over you like he never had before, he fills you back up, fully seated inside of you, you bite down on your lip, a routine you're growing too accustomed to, trying your best to keep quiet, wanting to cum so badly you don't risk letting anything slip without Danny’s permission. You whine under him as he thrusts into you, turning to quiet yourself in the solace of the pillows beside you, Danny moans at the sight, how you squirm and writhe beneath him. His hand comes down to your face, grabbing you by your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “You can speak now baby, show me how fucking good you feel.” He sounds desperate, needing so badly to hear your voice you once thought he couldn’t stand. You let your bottom lip free from your teeth’s hold on it, letting your groans, curses and his name all fall freely from your lips. The two of you hold eye contact as he brings his thumb to your clit, rolling in tight circles making your back arch.

With his permission in your mind, you don't hold back, moans flowing forth, crying out in pure ecstasy, "You're cock feels so fucking good, so fucking big." You sob out, your voice coming out in shambles as his thrusts ramp up at the sound of your whines. "You're such a whore for this cock, always such a princess." His voice quaking from his hips snapping against yours, he lets himself come down closer to you, a proximity you find yourself hypnotized by. His eyes are golden brown, they’re beautiful the way they feel on you is like you can feel a bubbling energy in your chest, your hands come to hold him closer to you, feeling his back muscles rippling underneath your palms. His expression looks less boastful and cocky as he usually looks, instead he looks almost vulnerable? He looks more human like he’s holding onto the memory of your face underneath him, he looks less like a douchebag prick and more like prince charming. The knot in your lower stomach is becoming increasingly obvious, unable to hold back the white hot feeling of bursting at the seams any longer. “D-Danny, I’m so close.” You mewl, your legs wrapping around his hips, “Me too, I’m almost there.” His voice is addictive, the way he sounds like he’s slowly coming apart draws you nearer to paradise. “Please don’t stop.” You beg, your eyes fluttering closed as you fall into the feeling of his thumb running against your clit, never waning in its movements. A sudden pressure on your throat brings you back to him, “Look at me, I want you to look at me when you cum.” He demands, “Yes, sir.” You croak out as best as you can, the feeling of his hands on you in this way, controlling your pleasure, when you can cum and even controlling your flow of oxygen is so sexy it pulls you near the edge, just mere inches from falling into the abyss. He can feel the way your pussy tightens around him that you’re close, he brings up his speed double time, “I’m gonna, oh Danny-” Danny releases his hold over your windpipe,“Come on baby, cum for me.” His words and the rush of oxygen bringing on your climax, you do as you’re told and never let your eyes wander from Danny, you claw at him and cling to him for dear life as he continues to pound into you, chasing after his own high.

He watches intently as you writhe underneath him, he looks absolutely entranced by you, the way you look so lost in a perfect dream like state as you moan and whine, his mouth slack jawed as he gets lost in you, his thumb slowing on your clit to guide you through your orgasm without you falling through it and becoming overstimulated. Though it was his instruction not to look away from him, to look at him when you cum, you don’t think you could look away if you tried. His eyes are hazy with a beautiful fog of lust, you can’t stop the flow of his name rolling off of your tongue as the knot inside of you snaps, your ankles locking him against you, your nails clawing down his back is what finally does it. “Ah-ah, fuck.” He groans, you watch in equal awe as Danny’s brows knit in angelic bliss, completely dropping his hardened exterior as he cums, hard and deep inside you. He presses his forehead against yours, his husky voice like silk as he cries out your name, he holds you close, your hands finding purchase in his hair, pulling him down into the crook of your neck, needing him closer to you as you both fall to pieces in each other's embrace.

The labored breathing of the two of you as you come back to earth is what gets your mind turning, fuck, what have you done? This can’t be a mistake, like you thought before, what is there to lose? You don’t even like Danny, you’re not even friends?! Right? Then why does the thought of him getting up and leaving you tonight make you feel sick to your stomach? “So,” You start, bringing Danny back to you, his head popping up and looking almost meekly up at you, as though you just caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. “Would you rather, we keep this a secret and never speak of this again,” You ask, looking for the rest of your courage to say what you have to say next. “Or spend the night with me and figure out what the fuck this all means?” You look to him as he rolls over next to you, his gaze fixated on the candlelight bouncing around the ceiling. He just lets out a content laugh, “I’m not an idiot-” “Well…” You jest, trying to break the tension as you let your head roll over to look at him, “I’m not a total idiot, is what I meant. I don’t think this was a one time thing, do you?” He asks, his answer surprising you, the bile in your stomach calming down now that you seem to be on the same page. “This was too…” You hesitate looking for the words to best describe your true feelings, even if you don’t totally understand them yourself, “Easy? I guess? I don’t know, I just, I didn’t think I… wanted this so badly.” You smile, hoping you make even a bit of sense. “Yeah, me neither.” Danny confesses wistfully, his eyes looking over your face, he looks so plush and soft, you scoot closer, inches from his lips now. “Maybe I don’t hate you as much as I thought I did.” You whisper against him, he smirks his hand pushing a strand of hair gently behind your ear, “Yeah, I don’t think I could hate you anymore. Not now that I know you’re not a total brat.” He says with a look in his eye that makes you blush. 

The lamp by your bedside turns on, the whirring and buzzing of the power in your building coming back to life, the dreamscape you had created with Danny now essentially dissolving away, bringing you both back to reality. “Looks like the power is back on.” You observe, “You’re not trapped here anymore, if you want to leave.” You say, worried what his answer may be. “I think we should get cleaned up, don’t want to sleep in dirty sheets, and I think we could both use a shower.” He says so casually it sets your heart at ease. You give him a smile, eyes lingering as he leans in and kisses you deeply, the feeling pushing away any doubts from your mind. So here you are, finding yourself staring back at your former nemesis, thinking of how you ever once hated a face that is so perfectly sittable.

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hii can i request how will hq boys react to "he's gone, you can come over now" tiktok trend ?? hehe thank youu, btw i love your writings ❤️❤️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION WHEN YOU TEXT "HE'S GONE U CAN COME OVER NOW" AS HE LEAVES

with: atsumu, sakusa, kageyama, bokuto

note: aaaaa my first request! and it's so cuuuute~ went ahead and chose these boys hope that's ok,, and thank u nonnie ur so sweet! take all my love (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

❊ ATSUMU knew you were up to something the moment you glanced up at him from your phone, a devious grin on your face. so when you told him he had to leave immediately because you were going "somewhere", he couldn't help but play along. "am leavin'! don't forget to lock up, mkay?" he says as you give him an impatient nod before shooing him away. atsumu walked to his car with this silly little smile on his face as he waited for his phone to light up with your text, and when it did he couldn't help but laugh to himself:

he's leaving, slide in boo

knowing pretty well you were hiding somewhere to film his reaction for your tiktok, he decides to give you a little show. he runs over to his car and gets something off the back seat. and like he expected, you were giggling to yourself as you filmed him from behind your window. suddenly, atsumu emerges from his car and frantically comes running back to your door, "Y/NNNN! WHO WAS THAT TEXT FOR?" he shouts as he swings a broom around like a sword.

you snort out laughing, thinking you hit gold for your video. "tsumu what the hell-" but just as you open your front door, he grabs you by your waist and drops his broom dramatically to the ground. "did you get that hm?" he coos and your smile drops as his grows wider, "whaaat? you knew?" you groan into his chest. "you gotta practice your scheming face babe." he laughs as he kisses your little pout.

you huff out in defeat when something catches your eye, "why do you even have a broom at the back of your car?" you ask but atsumu only smirks up at you with that devious grin, ah so that's what a scheming face looks like.

❊ SAKUSA puts his mask on, getting ready to leave, but not before you attack him with a back hug. "i gotta leave, you know..." he mumbles but he turns to face you and returns your hug anyway. you say nothing, only nuzzling in deeper into his chest as he does the same. "mhm, now you can leave." you pull away with a smile and for a second, sakusa ponders on whether he should hold you for a little longer. "i'll see you later, omi." you plant a kiss on his forehead and his cheeks flush red, "i'll be back." he mutters before pulling his mask down, returning your little kiss. you wave him goodbye and smile to yourself, time to hatch your plan:

sakusa's gone, come over now!

a few minutes go by but still nothing, he hasn't even read your message. your excitement dies down and you throw your phone to the couch, deciding to focus on something else instead.

you were busying yourself with your work when you hear the front door opening, "y/n!" you hear sakusa call out and your head shoots up at him. you see him, wide-eyed and frantic. "what happened?" you ask. "i've been calling you for the past 30 minutes!" he says as he walks up at you. "what?" you check your abandoned phone and the 17 missed calls from him and just gasp, "ohmygod! i'm so sorry! but you came back for that? it was just a joke!" you say as a frown etches his features,  "no, you weren't answering so i..." he trails off, avoiding your gaze, "...got nervous." guilt rises up your stomach and your heart clenches, "oh no i'm so sorry..." you pull him in for a hug and he lets himself nestle onto you.

"and you called me sakusa, not omi..." he mumbles. and despite the guilt, you couldn't help but let a little smile slip past your lips.

❊ KAGEYAMA's hands linger on your waist as he kisses you goodbye for the day. a small giggle escapes you as you try to push him out the door, adamant to get him out the house knowing your little prank won't work unless he leaves first. with a faint groan and one last kiss on your forehead, he finally makes his way to his car. and you excitedly type away on your phone:

tobio's gone, come over now.

you look out your window, waiting for him to come running to the door, but nothing, he wasn't even in his car. you pout a little, disappointed at the outcome of your antics but shrug it off. you were just about to make your way to the kitchen when suddenly, a loud clatter outside gets your attention. you immediately check and much to your surprise (and delight lol) you see kageyama sneaking in through your living room window.

"what am i looking at right now?" you ask, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing. "just... coming in." he replies, shakily bringing his other foot inside. he clears his throat and suspiciously looks around the house too unnaturally that you couldn't contain the grin growing on your face. "it was just a prank, tobio-" you say through your giggles, finally giving up. kageyama's cheeks flush pink and he scoffs, "i- i knew that." (obviously he didn't but you just let him have that hehehe)

❊ BOKUTO pouts as his alarm goes off for the third time in the past 15 minutes. he groans into your neck and nuzzles his head deeper as if begging you to make him stay. "time to go, bo. that's the third alarm." you laugh as you push him away, urging him to get going. "b-but it's still early..." he shoots you his big pleading eyes, but you had other plans. shaking your head you push him up from the couch, "you can come over again after but now you need to get going!" and with one last attempt and a little pout, bokuto finally made it out of your apartment door. and as soon as he did, you send him the text that has been sitting on your keyboard for hours:

he's gone, u can come over now.

"who's coming over?" you jump at the voice outside your door, "your friends? can i come and hang out too?" you stifle a laugh as bokuto starts knocking on your door. "no get going!" you say through the door and you swear you hear him deflate.

"but..."

"it's a spa day, get gooooing."

"can't i join? i'll bring face masks and some snacks..."

you open the door, the smile on your face too much to hide, "after you get home from practice." you give in and he immediately brightens up. now you have to text your friends to really come over.

p.s.: i can't seem to stick to one format what's wrong with me,, aren't these too long? i may have got carried away as usual.. someone pls tell me

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Scale, Part 5.5 | KSJ

Scale, Part 5.5

Definition: A beam that is supported freely in the center and has two pans of equal weight suspended from its ends; Something graduated especially when used as a measure or rule: such as (a) an indication of the relationship between the distances on a map and the corresponding actual distances; (b) a series of marks or points at known intervals used to measure distances; A graduated series or scheme of rank; A means of ascent.

✮ ✮ ✮ Scale Masterlist ✮ ✮ ✮

Pairing: KSJ x fem!reader; appearances by OT7

Rating: Mature content (21+), no minors please!

Genre: Rich boy!AU; CEO!AU; strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Count: 4.1K+ words

Warnings: socioeconomic imbalance; cussing; hints of arranged marriages; mentions of surgery; SMUT; penetrative sex; protected sex; Jin in a suit; Jin in aviators in a sports car; OC ogling at Jin's bare back (yes, these are legit warnings)

Summary: Kim Seokjin lives in a world where money is no object as he is the heir to his family's lucrative company; OC is a scrappy go-getter who has to work hard at multiple jobs to meet her financial obligations. When their paths cross, they'll have to figure out whether they can find a balance point between themselves and their lives.

A/N: A couple of fluffy Jin/YN moments--also a lots of thirsting on YN's part. 🥵

Again, I only did some light research on the medical complication on this chapter and OC's dad's post-op recovery so apologies for the inaccuracies (in case you may be in the medical field).

❤️, comment, reblog, or send me an ask 📩. Would love to know what everyone thinks!

Your dad was fast asleep and there really wasn’t much activity for the rest of the day, just as the doctor and nurses stated. Everything seemed pretty normal and he was recovering nicely.

Jimin stopped by before his shift at the diner to check in. You were both having a nice conversation when Taehyung stopped by as well. He finally got his cast taken out yesterday but still hadn’t returned to work full-time. He did mention that he called and met with Jin’s friend, Namjoon and they set up a meeting sometime this weekend so that he could meet a friend of his who was an art agent.

As the three of you spoke, you saw Jin walk in and your face immediately lit up. He was in a suit–which did certain things to you and you thought that it was completely inappropriate to be thinking about those things while you were in the hospital room where your father lay closeby, recovering from major surgery.

Your friends exchanged knowing glances and took it as their cue to head out.

“You guys don’t have to leave,” you said with a worried look.

“That’s alright, YN. I gotta head out anyway before Yoongi sends a search party for me,” Jimin says as he gathers his backpack and jacket.

Taehyung chimes in. “Same. I told Mrs. Choudhry that I just wanted to look in. I only left Tannie there because her grandchildren were spending the night and although Tannie enjoys the free playtime, I don’t want to take advantage of it too much.”

“Oh…okay. Well, thanks for coming. I’ll let my dad know that you stopped by.” You gave them each a hug and they shook hands with Jin as they passed him by the door.

As soon as they were gone, he dipped his neck down to give you a kiss.

“Hi. I missed you,” he smiled.

You felt a flutter within your chest. “It’s only been a few hours,” you said, as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“A long few hours,” he groaned.

“Did you handle whatever business you needed to get to?”

He nodded, not wanting to elaborate. “Still doing good?” He glanced over at your dad, who was still asleep.

“Yeah. The nurses have been amazing. Your uncle checked in for a bit, too.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear it.”

“I got a call from the private care agency, too. They said to just give them a call to let them know when he would get discharged and that they would send somebody within an hour of him being home,” you said, pulling away from him and moving closer to your dad’s bedside.

“That’s good. It means you don’t have to worry about him when you decide to get back to work.”

You smiled at Jin. He knew that you loved your jobs and he just wanted to help ease your stress.

“I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough…” you said while trying to stifle a yawn.

“Well, you can by letting me take you home so you can get some sleep. Visiting hours are almost over,” he informs you.

You sighed. “I know, but–” you said, rubbing your dad’s hand. You were surprised to feel him give your hand a soft squeeze, then slowly lifting his heavy eyelids to give you a smile and a thumbs up–a silent approval from him, letting you know that he was going to be just fine.

You smiled then gave him a lingering kiss on his forehead, telling him that you loved him before letting Jin whisk you away for the evening.

******

When you arrived home, you were set on making yourself some ramyeon when Jin took over and told you to relax.

It was late Wednesday evening–meaning there was a new episode of Unsolved Mysteries on so you switched the channel over and watched the episode.

You didn’t pay much attention to the episode so you recorded it anyway to view it at a later date, when you were a bit more rested and alert.

“Do you feel a little better now?” Jin rounded the couch holding the bowl of warm ramyeon that he handed over to you with a paper towel underneath to shield your hands from the heat.

“Hmm…somewhat,” you said after murmuring your thanks and taking the bowl. “I think the first 24 hours are always the hardest part,” you said as you twirled the noodles around your chopsticks and took a bite.

He nodded in agreement. His father had gone through a similar procedure but his condition was far more complicated since he had several blockages. It was a miracle that he made it through the first 48 hours.

“Like I said, he’s in great hands. And the private nurses will help out a lot,” he says.

While you slurped through dinner, he talked about how the nurses would keep your dad company during the day and then switch shifts in the evenings while you were at work for about six weeks until your dad’s next follow-up with his doctor.

You didn’t realize how hungry you were after you practically cleaned the bowl and got up to wash your dishes over the sink before you grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

“This must be costing you a fortune, Jin—I can’t—“

He turns his torso towards your direction. “I’m not asking to be repaid. Besides, some part of his insurance will cover it—it won’t be too bad on my end, seriously,” he assured you.

You took a sip of your water then sighed.

He gets up to approach you.

“Well…I guess you could technically repay me in a different way.”

“How?” You asked curiously.

“Kiss me.”

You snorted but he kept his piercing gaze at you. It wasn’t a request.

“Oh, you’re—serious?”

He hummed. “Kiss me and we’ll call it even.” He was already snaking his arm around your waist to pull you in.

You chuckled before tilting your chin up to press a soft kiss on his lips then pulled away too quickly.

He scoffed. “That’s it? You’ve gotta do better than that to cover the full amount,” he goaded.

You wrapped your fingers around his nape and pulled him lower to seal your mouth over his.

He deepens the kiss, pressing your body closer to him, his tongue rubbing along yours.

You pulled away once more…practically breathless.

“Better?” You asked.

He furrowed his brows and pursed his lips in an exaggerated manner, trying to pretend that he was ’thinking’ about it. “I guess…”

“You guess?”

“I don’t know. I’m thinking I might need to charge interest,” he smirked.

You threw your head back and rolled your eyes at how corny he could be sometimes but you found it irresistible anyway.

******

“Would you like to go to dinner on Sunday? I was wondering if you could join me and my sister.”

He has spoken fondly of her during your many conversations and from what you gathered, they were incredibly close.

However, his question took you by surprise as your relationship was fairly new. In a matter of days, things have certainly escalated. All of a sudden, here he was–standing in the middle of your bedroom, shirtless, and asking you to meet his sister.

Honestly, he could have been asking you just about anything and you would have said yes after he made you cum hard not too long ago.

“I promise she won’t bite,” he chuckled, as if sensing your apprehension before getting under the covers with you.

You grimaced. “N-no, it’s not that…What if she doesn’t like me?”

Even though you’d already let him into your world, letting you into his felt intimidating to you.

He grinned at how much cuter you got. “Between you and me, you don’t need to worry about Haejin…or my mom for that matter.”

“Okay–so what you’re trying to say is that your dad is whom I should be worried about?”

He bit the inside of his cheek. “Uh–no,” he chuckled nervously then cleared his throat. “I’m saying that you don’t need to worry about my family, in general. I make my own choices and even though I love them with all my heart, they can’t dictate whom I can or can’t be with. And I won’t allow them to.”

His assurance made you smile. “Alright. I’ll meet your sister.”

******

The following morning, you woke up to the sound of Jin’s phone going off. It was a little after 6:30AM and he apologized for waking you and took the call in your living room instead so you could get back to sleep. He was mumbling into his phone and it all sounded work-related. The problem was, you couldn’t get back to sleep any longer without him next to you so you decided to get up and make breakfast instead.

Before that, you called into the hospital to check on how your dad fared last night. The nurses said that he made it through the night just fine and barring any complications this morning, he’d be ready for discharge by early afternoon.

It was welcome news to you. You were sure that your dad was itching to get home to sit on his recliner and watch his old-timey movies and game shows.

Things had to change though because he needed a bit more activity in his life. Thankfully, the private nurse would be helping with that during the day and a few hours a night as you eased back into your old work schedule.

You called to inform the private nursing agency that your dad may be discharged before the end of the day. They assured you that somebody would come by your address later to check in once you were settled at home.

By the time you had stepped out of your bedroom and into the kitchen, you found that he was still on the phone conversing with some unknown caller to you. He stood with his bare, toned back towards you, holding his phone to his ear on one hand while the other rested on his hip, making his trap muscles prominent.

You drank him in while leaning against your door frame. His current stance exhibited an impressive and dominant presence in the boardroom–low, clipped tone and all–one that he reserved for contract negotiations and other business dealings. It was a side of him that you rarely saw because the Jin that you knew was affectionate, funny, and…just–Jin.

Right then, 'just-Jin' turned around slightly and found you ogling at him. He smiled at you briefly while maintaining the same serious, businesslike tone when he responded to the caller on the other end.

After blowing out a breath to cool yourself off, you took that as your cue to move towards the kitchen and make a fairly quick, no-frills breakfast—scrambled eggs and toast. You loaded the coffee machine with water and coffee grounds then turned the brew function on.

You put a few slices of bread in the toaster then took three eggs out of the fridge while Jin continued to hum and murmur his response over the phone.

You were in the middle of whisking the eggs when you felt his breath on your neck.

“Sorry for the early call,” he said as he kissed your hair before leaning against the kitchen counter.

“It’s all good. I’m sure they miss you at the office.”

“Yeah, just a few things that need to be signed and a couple of meetings that I couldn’t reschedule.”

You felt a pang of guilt—he had completely rearranged his schedule to be with you and you wanted to make it clear to him that he wasn’t on the hook for anything.

“Why don’t you just go in today? I’ll be able to handle things from here. I called the hospital and they said he did great last night and he could get discharged today.”

“That’s awesome! I can help you pick him up, or—“

“No, Jin. Go back to your routine. I feel bad disrupting your life with my stuff. You’ve already helped so much and I’m very grateful but you need to get back to work.”

There was some apprehension within Jin and he internally fought with his usual instincts. He wanted to make sure that you were truly settled—he didn’t need to get back to work if you needed him to be there for you. He wouldn’t make that same mistake again.

“Are you sure? You know, the beauty of being CEO is that I can do what I want on my own schedule. But if you need me here first, then this is where I’ll be,” he says.

Your mind wandered back to your past conversations about him getting complacent in his personal life and ‘missing’ signs and paying a hefty price for that.

You brushed the strands of hair that fell right above his eyes.

“Listen—please…go to work. I know that you love your job and you enjoy it. You have your life and I have mine…but at the end of the day, I’ll be right here. If you’re too tired to come over, I can come to you or we can just call each other. We don’t have to be together at every waking moment.”

“I know—I just…I don’t want to leave you at a crucial time,” he says, taking your hand.

“Oh my god, Jin…” You cupped his face and regarded him. “Whoever did a number on you last time—I want you to know that I’m not like that at all. I’m not the type to sit around waiting for a…a hero or a knight in shining armor and I do not expect you to be that person for me. You love me, I love you—that’s plenty for me.”

“Fuck…" He muttered under his breath as he clenched his jaw and leaned his forehead against yours. "Why couldn’t I have met you earlier?” It would have saved him so much grief—not having to worry about Miya, her family, and his parents.

“Well, we’re together now—that’s all that matters,” you smiled.

He pressed his lips to yours for a kiss. “I love you…so much—and I’ll love you even more once you start making me breakfast,” he chuckles.

“I mean, if you stop distracting me, maybe I can finally get to it!”

“Distracting you how?”

You raise your eyebrows at his bare chest then turn back to the stove.

“What? I run a little warmer than most people,” he says.

“Well, unfortunately, that doesn’t really help me.”

He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. “I still have plenty of time if you want to…get it out of your system?”

Your cheeks started prickling but you wouldn’t let him derail you.

Until you felt his lips caress the shell of your ear.

“Jin–” you warned him while he gently nipped at the lobe.

“Hm?”

He didn't stop there. His hand dipped right below your belly.

“We have to leave soon,” you said a little too breathlessly.

“I can work quickly,” he purrs as fingers disappear underneath your waistband to rub your already-aching center.

“Jin…” You said it with a lot less conviction than you were initially intending to since you had already lost your last bit of self-control.

“Jiiiiin…fuck…harder,” you gasped.

“Like that?”

“Hmmm…yesss,” you mewled as he ground his hips forcefully against you while you laid in a spooning position on your bed.

Your core tightened around his cock, your breaths turning ragged with your orgasm nearing.

“YN–” he rasped into your ear as the pads of his fingers continued to rub slow, circular patterns onto your clit.

Your hand fisted at the corner of your pillow as you buried your face into it moments before you let a deep, long, drawn out moan.

Not long after, you feel Jin’s groans vibrating against the crook of your neck as his hips go rigid with the hot, thick rush of his own climax.

Turns out he really did work quickly after all.

******

After breakfast and before leaving your place, he hands you the keys to his car.

“Jin—no…“ You tried to give them back to him but he just pushed your hand back.

“Please? It will give me some peace of mind. I’ll call my driver to pick me up from the hospital and bring me my other car.”

“Uhh…w-wha–you’re trusting me with your Tesla?”

He shrugged like it was no big deal. “I’m not worried. Besides, I charged it before I went to the hospital yesterday and it should last you a couple hundred miles.”

“Uhm–where do you think I would go that’s over a hundred miles away?” You asked incredulously.

He laughed at the face that you made. “I’m just saying–I know you’ll need it more than I do for the next few days.”

You shook your head at how crazy this was starting to get. First, he pays for private nursing care for your dad and now he’s loaning you a car.

“I promise I’ll give it back to you in a couple days,” you said.

“Eh, it’s fine. I’m in no rush. Also–there’s a charging station at the grocery store around the corner from your building–just in case you need it.”

You nodded absentmindedly at the tip.

”And…I guess this is a sign for me to take the DBS out more often now.”

“DBS?” You knew absolutely nothing about cars.

“Oh–that’s uhh–my James Bond car,” he smiles and give you a wink.

You shook your head again--still having no idea what that meant--as you left your home. He let you drive the car to the hospital so you could get used to the controls. It was a pretty intimidating car but thankfully, you weren’t driving it on a highway. You were at least grateful that it was black with matching black interiors–hopefully, you wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. If you drove this to the diner, Yoongi and Jimin would totally have a field day.

When you arrived at the hospital’s underground lot, Jin’s driver was already there, standing next to another black car that still had the engine running. This one was a two-door and had a sleek body. It was an Aston Martin DBS Superleggera—the quintessential luxury sports car.

Right after kissing Jin goodbye, he got behind the driver seat and revved the engine which made you jump at how loud and intense it was.

“715 horsepower,” he yells out before putting his aviators on.

Again--no clue what that meant but my god, did he absolutely look sexy in that car.

You bit your lip as you waved goodbye to him as he pulled out of the lot.

******

When you got off your dad’s hospital floor and arrived in his room, you saw him sitting up and watching TV. It took a couple of hours for hospital staff to discharge him–which didn’t feel that long since you were able to help feed him his breakfast before he spent a few minutes trying to get used to being up on his feet again and taking a few steps around his room.

After he was discharged, you pulled the Tesla around and got out to see his jaw drop to the floor while the orderly wheeled him out towards you.

“Holy crap!” he exclaims loudly.

“Dad, the nurse said no extreme emotions, remember?”

“My god, YN–I can’t even marvel at a nice car?”

The orderly smiles as he helps your dad get in the car. If he thought that this was a nice car, you dreaded finding out his reaction to the other car that Jin left in.

******

After a few meetings at the office, Jin headed out of the building and drove close to your neighborhood. However, instead of pulling up to your building, he drives about three blocks past your street towards the waterfront and pulls into a gated parking lot housed under some modern-looking apartment buildings.

He takes the elevators up to the third floor. In this building, each floor only housed two units–it was very exclusive and secure.

He walks towards the unit to the right of the elevator–whose door was ajar. He knocks on it and is greeted by a male in a dark, tailored suit and matching tie.

“Mr. Kim,” he greets him with a smile and a handshake.

“Cut the formalities, Albert.”

This made the realtor crack up. “C’mon, Jin–I haven’t seen you in a business setting since I sold you your mansion a couple years ago.”

Hin waved his friend off. “Yeah, yeah. Where are the papers?”

The realtor snorted. “Always so impatient, Kim Seokjin.”

Jin follows him as he walks over to the expansive kitchen counter that was situated in the middle of the open floorplan. Right across from it were a pair of large bay windows overlooking the port and with a partial view of the bridge which currently glowed from the sunset reflecting off it.

The realtor then slid a few pages of documents that had flagged stickers inserted, showing where Jin needed to affix his signatures.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna take a look around? I can give you the grand tour?”

“You said it was a two-bedroom, two-bath, right?”

“Yep.”

“Did Jae see it?”

“Yeah, she did.”

“Alright. I trust her judgment,” Jin says as he continues to sign the papers.

“You always knew what you wanted.”

“I do. And besides—the bay windows in this living room?” He looked up briefly from the paperwork.

“I’m already sold. I think she’ll love it,” Jin says under his breath.

“Great,” Albert says with a smile.

“And you got the money that we wired this morning?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

Albert gathers the paperwork and puts them in his briefcase.

Before he leaves, he hands over some keys to Jin, all of which were labeled accordingly. “These are temporary until we get the keyless entry access point set up for you for the main entrance and elevators. You should already have an email to get access to the garage and everything, whenever you decide to move your furniture in—“

“Can I send these to Jae, too?”

“Oh of course, I already added her.”

“Good because she’s already ordering my furniture as we speak and getting it delivered tomorrow.”

“You move quick, Kim,” the realtor quipped.

Jin shrugged. “I didn’t see the point in waiting in this situation.”

Albert did one more quick sweep of the room to make sure that he didn’t forget anything else then turned to Jin with his hand outstretched for a handshake.

“Always a pleasure doing business, Mr. Kim.”

“Likewise, Mr. Liu,” Jin said as he shook his friend’s hand then gave him a quick bro-hug.

“Will we see you for Sky’s red egg and ginger party?”

“Yeah, for sure! I thought I already RSVP’ed?”

“You did. Just wondering if you wanted to switch it up and bring a plus one?”

“Oh—“ He never thought about it that way. The banquet wasn’t for another month but he thought it would be a good idea to bring you.

“Are you cool with me bringing a plus one?” Jin asked.

“Of course, man!" His friend chuckled. "Alright, I gotta go. Baby duty!”

After his friend leaves, Jin looks around the empty room. He thought that he had sworn off living in the city but you unknowingly pulled him back in.

As he walked towards the window and stared at the view, his thoughts settled on you. He had made a lot of impulsive decisions recently–which was a bit out of character for him. He always had a plan and a corresponding backup plan for that. He was always very calculating, especially when it came to risky moves. He always wanted to ensure success–which was one thing that he and his father had in common.

You were the biggest risk that he was taking–and he seemed oddly fine not having a concrete plan about that. There was a lot of uncertainty there but one thing he knew for sure–was that he was willing to give up everything to make you happy. If he managed that, then it would count as a success in his book.

Back at your place, you were helping your dad settle in. The private nurse had arrived and checked in to make sure that he was comfortable. She also gave you a few tips as part of his post-op recovery if and when there was a gap in coverage during a shift change. She was very helpful and it felt like she really cared about what she did.

Since it was getting dark, you shut the blinds by the window before walking towards the kitchen to prepare dinner along with your lunch for tomorrow since you were returning to work. Your dad sat happily in his favorite recliner, already watching re-runs of his favorite game show.

Across the street, a nondescript black car with tinted windows sat quietly. A shadow looked up at the lit window that belonged to your apartment. It was unclear how long they had been there but after being seemingly satisfied with whatever they saw, the shadow then released a deep breath. Shortly after, the car pulls out of its parking spot and leaves.

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Live or Die (final chapter)- Seong Gi-Hun x Reader

Summary: As each day goes by, more difficult the games become. Gi-Hun and You start to work together but it won't always work out in the end.

A/N: And here is is!! The last chapter to these short series I made. Prepare for the feels!! I hope you're all proud of my work because I already planned the ending out before I even had the chance to start writing on this. Remember, the story will be explained more clearly with many more things over at my Wattpad and with many changes as well. I hope you all enjoy this last part and please let me know if you enjoyed it❤️❤️ and again, thank you all for enjoying my work.

The lights were once again turned on, meaning the next game would commence. It wasn't fair, we've barely had any time to sleep. "I fell asleep." I opened my eyes and I found myself leaning against Gi-Hun's chest. I shrieked and fell out of the mattress, no way did I fall asleep on him!

At the sound of me falling Gi-Hun woke up as well and stared down at me surprised. "(Y/N)?! Are you okay?" He asked frantically and reached his hands out towards me.

"I'm c-completely fine!" I try a lie and also did my best to hide my red face from him. "This is so embarrassing." I whispered to myself and tried to compose myself.

I felt someone watching me so I turned around and saw Sae-Byeok squinting her eyes at me. They were filled with mischief, I pressed my finger to my mouth and shushed her from trying to tell anything. I saw a quick smirk upon her lips.

"Hmm I don't remember falling asleep? Last thing I heard was your voice?" I looked back and saw Gi-Hun thinking hard. He shrugged his shoulders and gave up.

"I always have trouble remembering dreams, it was probably nothing. Hey, did you make sure to keep watch at night?" Gi-Hun yawned and scratched his back.

"Of course I did! We didn't get attacked because of me." I'm such a liar.

"I think I recall you falling asleep." I jumped and heard the Old Man's voice.

We all looked at the man resting on a bed. "Yes, you two feel asleep very quickly. An old man like me doesn't need much sleep after all, so that's why I decided for you two love birds to rest."

I let out a weird shriek and began to hide my face from everyone.

"W-We aren't together!" Gi-Hun tried explaining and almost everyone stared at us with a smirk on their faces.

"Gi-Hun and (Y/N) once dated." Sangwoo casually said and I growled at him for saying that in front of strangers.

"No wonder I felt a bit of chemistry going on between them." Ali now joined in on the conversation.

"Really? She seems to hate him..a lot." Sae-byeok got down from her bed and came over to my side.

"You're too young to understand how love works." Ali once again said. Gi-Hun and I looked at each other and quickly looked away, both of us blushing.

Sangwoo sighed boredly and got himself up. "Enough of this, we have another game to win." I stood up as well quickly and patted his shoulder.

"What Sangwoo said! We gotta focus on the real thing here." Hopefully everybody will believe in that because there is no way I still love Gi-Hun.

I heard Sangwoo next to me hum in disapprovement and moved my hand from him.

The masked men waited for us all to get ready, we all joined them and heard the rule to the next game. "The next game requires a group of ten people.

"Four groups consisting of ten people then. What game might this be?" I ask myself. Hide and seek?

Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sangwoo, Gi-Hun the Old Man and I gathered around. "We need five more people for the team to be complete." Gi-Hun said.

"Five? I was planning on joining another team, remember? I'm trying to win against you." I reminded him and saw him thinking hard.

"I have a feeling that you should stay with us, for this game anyway." Gi-Hun tried to convince me. I felt Sang-Woo's eyes on me again. Is he angry at me for some reason? Whenever I try to talk or touch him he backs off.

The three of us used to be close. I even considered Sangwoo like an older brother to me since I have no siblings.

"Alright, I'll stay." I cross my arms over my chest and glanced over to Sangwoo. Gi-Hun smiling to himself when I accepted his offer to stay.

"We need five more people then, try and bring anyone strong. We already have two girls and old men, we need some men." He told us all and we parted ways. I brought one men to join our team.

Few minutes went by and we were all ready. Sae-Byeok came with another girl. We all sat down in a circle and Gi-Hun counted down all of us. "Nine, wait someone's missing."

The Old Man explained he couldn't bring anyone. "And who brought you?" Sangwoo looked at the younger girl on the team. She tilted her head over at Sae-Byeok.

"I thought I told you to being only men." His sudden change in personality was pissing me off.

"What's with you all of the sudden?" I annoyingly asked him.

Gi-Hun remained quiet not sure on what to do, since he knew that Sangwoo and I never really fought back in the day.

"You want me to go? Sure." The girl began to get up so I reached my hand out and pulled her back down to sit.

"She's staying wether you like it or not." Sangwoo and I continued to glare at each other.

"It's fine, you can stay. Besides time is already running out." Gi-Hun pointed out at the timer above us.

"I'll be of more help than these wimpy little girls!" The voice of that annoying old woman said and pushed me aside so she'd sit in the circle. "I'm good at anything except for the things I can't do."

"And why she would trust you? You were with that tattooed guy and joined in on the attack from last night." I coldly tell her and she looks at me surprised.

"Because you need one more on this team of course! Don't worry, I won't steal your man from you." She said pointing at me and Gi-Hun.

"Time is up. All players line up the main entrance hall." The PA announced.

"Huh? So we aren't going to stay in here?"

"It seems like we aren't." I reply to Gi-Hun's question. We all got up on our feet and made a line.

The door opened and four masked men we were waiting for us on the other line. Sangwoo was behind me, bossy as ever. I was in second place and Gi-Hun right behind me.

We all looked the arena and found it almost empty, I looked up and realized what it was. "Oh, shit."

"I would like to welcome you all to the third game. Today's game of Tug of War. In order to win you must pull the rope to your platform, in an attempt of dropping your opponent."

Sangwoo sighed in front of me, now I know why he was angry. But, how come he knows which game will happen next? I hummed to myself and started to suspect him.

We sat down and waited for the first team to go against each other. "Team 1 and Team 7. Please stand up."

"They are definitely dead." Team 1 is way stronger and only has men. We wait patiently for them to go up to their platforms.

Gi-Hun was right on me joining him and not going to another team. "We need to come up with a plan." I heard him whisper to me by my shoulder.

"What can we do? There's not much we can do on this game. Besides, I was never good at it growing up despite playing it all the time." I quickly tell him.

One masked guards shot his gun and the game has began. Team 1 and 7 began to pull hard on the ropes, but Team 1 being the strongest easily won. The rope was pulled until the other team remained on the air, that's until the rope was cut off and they hit the floor below us.

I looked away before they fell and I started to panic. I am terrified of heights and begin to hyperventilate and feel like throwing up.

"The following Players 245. Player 120. Player 37. Player 408. Player 27. Player 273. Player 58. Player 273. Player 327 and Player 241 are eliminated."

I began to shake in my place and began to nervously tap my foot against the floor.

"Team 4. Team 5." Shit! It's out turn. We looked at each other and began to slowly go to our towers. Slowly we all continue to walk and the tension around us is heavy.

"Aw man. I was looking forward to killing you guys." The tattooed guy told us all when we walked past them.

We all entered the elevator and I quickly began to tie my hair. "I'm terrified of heights, I don't think I can do this." I told myself and I jumped when Gi-Hun rested his hand on me.

"I never knew you were scared of heights. So that's why you refused to go on me to that ride back then at the local carnival." Gi-Hun reminded me and tried to make the situation lighter for me.

He saw my scared expression and offered me his hand to hold. I rejected it and instead held onto the back of his jacket like a lost girl.

"You don't need strength, al you need is a good strategy on Tug of War." The Old Man began to say.

"Hold on, let's hear what he has to say." Gi-Hun interrupted the guys from talking.

"It's a game I know we'll, back then I would always win. Even when the other team has a wrestler. Listen closely and I'll tell you how I would always win."

The Old Man began to explain to us quick. We walked out and the masked men began to tie our wrists together to the rope. Gi-Hun was now in front of me, with me between him and Sangwoo behind me now. My palms began to get sweaty quick and I felt light-headed when I glanced down and saw the blood on the dark tiles.

We leaned back and remained like that when we heard the first gunshot. We held onto the rope tightly and tried to not slip. "Now!" All of us began to pull on the rope when the other team gave up on pulling.

"We're gonna die!" I shouted and got scared when the other team began to take advantage and tightly began to pull us closer to the edge. Now I was acting like the crazy lady.

"Listen to me! We need to let go, you all need to trust me." Sangwoo shouted at the team. "One..Two Three!!" We all let go and I screamed again when I almost hit Gi-Hun's back and made him fall.

I balanced myself back on my feet and saw the other team fall to the ground, we began again to pull the rope to our side.

We watched as the other team struggled back to regain their strength but couldn't. We pulled harder and saw them fall to the edge, we began to freak out when the weight of them all became too heavy for us.

The rope was finally cut off and we all fell to the ground and began to heavily pant. We're alive. Thank God we're still alive!

I winced in pain when I saw my raw hands but paid not much mind to it since it wasn't important. We shakily stood up and made it back to our room. "That was such a neat last minute plan." The younger girl complimented Sangwoo.

Sae-Byeok told us all to stay quiet so we quietly left and I saw the younger girl stay with Sae-Byeok. We made it to our shared room and it felt silent when the first team who played looked and glared at us.

I went over and decided to lay down on a bed and tried to react at what happened. "How are you feeling, (Y/N)?" I opened my eyes and Gi-Hun was sitting next to me.

"I'm still shaking, you?"

"Shaken up as you are." I sat back up and took hold of his hands and saw his bloody palms. They were worst than mine.

"You're bleeding."

"That's nothing important-" I ripped a sheet of the blanket under my and began to wrap it around his palm so he wouldn't feel the pain.

"Hopefully this will drop the stinging, don't worry about my hands they aren't as bad as yours at the moment." I felt Gi-Hun's eyes on me while I helped him.

We were given just a bit of good and got a bit annoyed at the woman talking. "Can you shut up?!" I said since she started to offend Ali by calling him an immigrant.

"So who's the boss here?!"

"We're all equals here." Sangwoo said and she instantly got offended when Gi-Hun called her grandma which made me laugh.

"Lights will be out in five minutes." The PA announced. "We need to make a stronger barricade for tonight." Gi-Hun told us.

We all began to help around and grab more mattress, bed sheets or pieces of metal. I was carrying some more bedsheets when I stopped and saw the tattooed guy stop at where Gi-Hun was.

"Thanks so much for putting the effort, we'll easily break in." The tattooed smirked at our team who began to assemble an even stronger barricade from them.

"Those scumbags over at your team, can you really trust them?" Gi-Hun told the man which made him look back at his own team.

"You're the strongest person here, but if I were on your team, you'd bw the first I'd go after." I smirked at his words and saw tattooed guy's smile falter. Now he'll be doubting his team and will leave us alone.

Soon enough the lights were off and we all rested up for the night.

*********

"Marbles? We're playing marbles?" I ask confused staring at the small bag of marbles in my hand. It was the next day. The fourth game. The game required two people per group.

We would have to play a game with these marbles, the loser, well they would die. We had no way to chear anyways because each team was given a guard. I was feeling uneasy whenever they would send them over to eye us.

Sae-Byeok quickly left before I had the chance to ask her to play with me. She's always pushing people away, like me. People always like us normally do that because we don't want to get attached to someone that might hurt or leave us.

So, I paired myself with one of the males we had on our previous team for Tug of War. "Hey, so what's with you and that Gi-Hun guy?" The guy asked me.

I raise an eyebrow and see the guy smirk. He was probably in his fifties, he seemed nice but asked too many questions. "Well, I assume he's your boyfriend or brother since he's always making sure you're safe."

I scoff and sat down next to the guy who started at the marbles and threw the small bag in front of him. "Maybe we should get to know each other, we're going to die anyways."

He seemed completely fine saying that. I continued looking at him confused so the guy smiled to himself. "I had a daughter you know? She reminds me of you now that I'm looking at you closely."

"Where is your daughter?" I asked.

"She passed away about two years ago. My wife and I always had trouble conceiving, she was our only daughter. A careless man tool her from us..I promised that I would always protect her.." the man began to tell me his story and began to sniff.

"I'm so sorry to hear that...She must've been a lovely girl." The man smiles sadly and bids his head.

"She always helped those in need, she volunteered to help the poor and would always go with her group of friends and give them meals every time she could. I joined the games because I want to make my wife happy, she's been suffering a lot and my daughter always wanted to visit France. So, I want to spread her ashes there, she'll forever be happy there..."

This man is a complete stranger yet he trusts me in telling his story.

I smile back at him sadly, "My mother is ill..that's why I joined the game. My father passed due to an illness which is hereditary, luckily I don't have it, but it still hurts. Gi-Hun and I were childhood friends, we had a nice relationship while it lasted. Sangwoo was always jealous of us..so I dated him him for a short while until I broke up with him. I just didn't feel anything between us."

I told this man a bit of my story and he parted my shoulder when I got a bit upset. "I hope you get to win this.."

I returned the smile to his warm tired face. "I hope you do too." We both knew that only one would make it out of this.

We heard the sound of marbles and saw a figure standing up. I moved my head to get s good look and saw it was Sangwoo and Ali. Sangwoo noticed me looking at him, so he looked away quick.

"Four minutes left." The PA announced us.

"You're young and have a whole life ahead of you." The man tool a shaky breath and reached out for the bag of marbles. He opened my palm and placed the entire bag in it.

I stared at him surprised and began to hand it back. "I-I can't Mister! We need to play this fair, like the rest of them."

The man shook his head and rested his hand on mine. "I've accepted my fate. Don't worry I'm happy, I'll be able to see my daughter again."

I panicked and looked at the guards. "Can he do that?! We need to play by the rules right? Have a game between us."

The masked guard said nothing for a few seconds. "The rule is to have all the marbles, and you have them all."

My hands began to shake and I felt them getting cold. How can a man willingly give up on his own life like this without fighting?

"Do not worry about this old man, (Y/N). May we meet each other soon in the afterlife." The man bowed and waved at me happily when he stood back up.

I held out a breath I was containing along with a few tears. "I won't forget you Mister.." I looked at him one more time and slowly began to leave and I jumped a little when I heard a gunshot.

I passed by Ali and made quick eye contact with him and felt my throat get tight. I knew what had happened here, Sangwoo betrayed him.

If all of this would've been different, then maybe we all could've been the best of friends. I made it to the set of pink stairs and waited for Gi-Hun to join me, I wished for a minute of two and he for sure arrived. He and the Old Man were the ones who played marbles.

We said nothing to each other but walked next to each other until we reached our beds and tried to figure out what tomorrow's game must be.

**********

I woke up gasping and began to fight for air. "A nightmare." A female voice said next to me. I looked at Sae-Byeok a bit panicked and tried my best to breath.

"Take slow and deep breaths." She calmly said and I felt her walk over and sit on the edge of my mattress. "Good job." She smiled just a little and I saw her tired eyes.

"You should rest up." I said in a shaky voice.

Sae-Byeok shrugged her shoulders. "I can't..had a nightmare like you. I would love nothing more than to hug my brother." She now gave out a genuine smile.

"You have a brother? Where is he?"

"He's in foster care. I visit him everyday, with the money I'll win I'm going to bring our mother back to live with us." I was happy that Sae-Byeok decided to open herself up to me.

Sae-Byeok went and partnered herself with the younger girl, Ji Yeong. Of course the young girl was no longer in this room.

"I hope you get too bring her home soon. I"m positive you've been a great sister to your little brother." I replied back when she has told me more of her family and I opened up myself to her as well.

"You care about him a lot." Sae-Byeok looked past my shoulder and I followed her gaze. Gi-Hun was sleeping at an odd position on a mattress. He was always a odd sleeper.

"You act cold like me but you really love him, don't you?" I looked at her afraid and nodded my head.

Sae-Byeok smiled sadly and rested her head against the wall. "I don't want to though..only one of us in this room might live."

I began to whisper and continued looking at him sleep. "He gets on my nerves a bit, but he's a good man." I chuckle at the girls words and couldn't help but agreed on that too.

"He has many flaws, yes, like not being exactly present in his daughters life but he does his best."

Whenever he didn't have any kind money to buy something for his daughter, I would gladly lend him some of mine. "You should meet her sometime, she's the nicest girl I've met. Maybe she and your little brother could meet up and play together."

I began telling her once I stood and walked over to Gi-Hun and draped the blanket I had on him, he seemed to be shivering a bit

I looked back at Sae-Byeok, we both smiled. "That would be great."

*********

There was just a few of us left now. We were taken to a blank room with a few mannequins with numbers on a vest they had on. Everyone became skeptical to it but began to race to grab one of them, Gi-Hun and I being one of the few left without a number.

We stepped forward and I grabbed number. Gi-Hun was the very last one behind me. "Do you have any idea what the game might be?" I began to hear him ask Sangwoo.

"I'm not certain, but I for sure wouldn't have chosen the last numbers." He said eyeing us both.

"We never knows, we may have done luck being the last ones." I quickly responded back and saw him shut his mouth.

We were lined up in order and we're taken outside of the room, and yes, we were once again above ground. "Glass Stepping Stones is your next game." We were announced and now I truly began to panic.

Bright colorful lights surrounded us like it was a fun circus. A macabre one for sure. There's two glasses, if we step on the wrong one well we'll fall to our death.

Once again there was another countdown for us to make it to the other side and one by one the remaining of the people began to step forward. I continued to shake and wiped off the sweat off my forehead when I saw that my turn to step on the glass was getting closer.

I heard screaming and didn't dare to see them fall down, that happened many times. Little by little many people were already gone, some pushing them off the edge to figure if the next glass was the durable one that wouldn't break.

"Player 201." One of the masked guard told me to react. I shakily took off my shoes and stepped closer to the edge, I couldn't help but look down. I felt myself getting light-headed.

"You can do it." Sae-Byeok told me and Gi-Hun nodded. I took a long shaky breath and stepped on the first glass. I'm safe. Of course, I will be. I'm one of the last here.

I tried to replay that in my head. "Nothing will happen to me." I stepped on the other one and tried to not get dizzy or slip.

Sangwoo looked back at us and continued stepping on the glasses straight ahead. The tattooed guy and the older woman he was with earlier were now eliminated, both of them falling.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Gi-Hun giving me a shaky thumbs up. I did my best to go on, and stopped. An older man was staring down at the glasses.

"My specialty is glass. I think I know which one is the unbreakable one." He said being now the first person in line with Sangwoo behind him.

"Then you better hurry up because our time is running out." Sangwoo said in front of me. The man nodded and stepped back up, "It's this one." He confidently told us.

I closed my eyes once he jumped to the next glass, nothing. "Good going old man." I said and smiled when he didn't fall down.

"I'll try the next one!" He exclaimed and began to examine the glass.

I stared up at him hopefully and soon it was crushed when Sangwoo pushed him when he took too long. "O-Oh fuck." I tried to breath and soon enough I was having a panic attack.

"You need to take the next step!"

"(Y/N)...(Y/N)" Someone called out my name. I looked back concerned and saw that it was Gi-Hun. "Look into my eyes, try to breath, here like me."

I couldn't take the next step do Gi-Hun came over and stepped where I was standing, standing really close to me. He grabbed my hands and began to breath.

"Don't look below, (Y/N). We'll get through this." I did as he told and began to slowly regain my breathing. "That's it." Gi-Hun smiled at me.

"Now I'm going to step ahead, okay? I want you to hold my hand. I won't let go of you." Gi-Hun..he's always so loving towards me.

"I trust you." I repeatedly nodded.

Gi-Hun reached for my hand which I happily accepted and quickly began to walk forward before the countdown finished. Gi-Hun reached the end first and I jumped forward and felt Gi-Hun wrap his arms around me.

The timer stopped and the remaining glasses were destroyed. We turned around and I felt Gi-Hun pull me closer, to protect me from the shattering glass that began to fly everywhere. I winced in pain when I felt a shard of glass fly across my cheek.

"Remaining Players. Follow me."

Gi-Hun and I exchanged looks along with Sae-Byeok. The three of us staring back at Sangwoo, not trusting him anymore.

*********

I had splashed my face with water and entered one of the bathroom stalls to dress myself up. Sae-Byeok was outside cleaning herself up to get changed into what was given to us.

I scrunched up my nose and held onto the jacket and white sleeve shirt. "Why would they give us a suit?"

What do the masked guards or the person behind all of this want with us? There's a last game. Is this it?

I got rid of my green pants and sweater and began to dress up into the clean paid clothes. I walked out and stepped in front of the mirror to try and tie the bow tie given to me.

"How does this stupid thing work?!" I began to get annoyed and decided to throw it on the sink, the white sink had a few blood splatter. I reached down and held onto a large shard of broken glass.

"Sae-Byeok?" I called out and hoped she would be in here but she wasn't.

In a hurry I began to walk out of the bathroom when I gasped and held onto my chest when I was face to face with a guard. "You're blocking my way." I angrily told him.

The masked guard stayed silent and tilted his head, he turned around and all he said was for me to follow him, so I had no choice but to follow him. He guided me back to our room, it was now almost empty with only four bed separated from each other and three long tables cresting s triangle shape.

Sangwoo and Gi-Hun were dressed exactly like Sae-Byeok and I. They all seemed very tired especially Sae-Byeok and Sangwoo.

The guards came over with wine bottles and plates, with a large steak and other many pastries for us to eat. I don't feel like eating..I feel terribly exhausted.

I want to go home now...

I glanced over and saw Sae-Byeok was awfully quiet and breathing heavily. The three of them began to eat their meal with her slowly doing the same, I only took a couple of bites of the steak but began to drink more of the red wine.

We were all pretty silent when we finished and went to our beds. Well, Gi-Hun came and joined my side. Each of us had a knife in hand, it was the only thing the guards left us on the table when they cleaned it up.

Gi-Hun was sat up against the wall next to me and continued to glare at Sangwoo. "We can't trust him, not after what he did.

"Agreed, he knew what the games would be and never told us, he didn't tell you. You were closer to him and all he did was stay silent, especially when we had to play the second game. He wants to kill us."

I feel Sangwoo looking at us, so we look back and Gi-Hun was very disappointed in him. "I'll be right back, I'll check up on Sae-Byeok."

Gi-Hun left and rushed over to her. He seemed worried about her, she was too quiet and kept on panting heavily. I couldn't make out what they were talking about, I glanced back and saw Sangwoo had fallen asleep.

I carefully got up and quietly began to step closer to him. Gi-Hun was about to attack him but stopped, I assume Sae-Byeok told him not to, but I will. I held up the knife in my hands and I was getting closer to him.

"Help! She's bleeding!" I heard Gi-Hun shouted and began to run forward to try and get the guards in. I looked back surprised and saw Sae-Byeok had a big red stain on her.

"Sae-" Someone covered my mouth and I tried to scream but Sangwoo held onto me tight. He kicked my legs and held me down on the floor and he began to wrap his arms around my throat.

I tried to kick and punch him but couldn't. Sangwoo's eyes were filled with rage and.. sadness? Slowly he started to let go of me, he stared back at his hands surprised and he started to run past me.

I coughed and began to stand up and tried to shout Gi-Hun's name. I held onto my sore throat and finally shouted his name when breath filled my lungs. "Gi-Hun!" He looked back at me and the doors in front of him opened.

The guards came in and one held onto a gun and the others walked past Gi-Hun with a large coffin. "No.." i began to cry when they lifted Sae-Byeok.

Sangwoo killed her. Her throat was slashed and her entire chest was covered in blood. I angrily started running towards him, to attack him but one of the guards pinned me to the floor and held me there so I wouldn't kill the man.

"You bastard! I'm gonna kill you." I continued to cry and saw Sae-Byeok's body being taken away.

**********

It was just Sangwoo, Gi-Hun and I. We were back to where it all started, "Welcome to the last game. Squid Game."

The rules were explained to us, but by this point they longer longer mattered. Only of one of us gets to leave. All my anger I had built up, well I was attacking Sangwoo. We each began to beat each other up, well Gi-Hun and I trying our best to beat Sangwoo.

He's stronger than us, sure, but I wouldn't give up. Not after what he did.

Gi-Hun had thrown his knife away but Sangwoo did not. He was beating Gi-Hun badly until he was bleeding a lot. It began to rain heavily but that didn't stop them, I jumped in and stabbed Sangwoo's leg.

"Quit trying to protect him!" Sangwoo angrily told me when he easily got the knife out of his leg and stopped to look at me.

"I was always so jealous, you know? The way Gi-Hun never stopped caring about you. The reason you broke up with me was because I wasn't him, I could've given you everything but you chose him."

"You have nothing, Sangwoo. You're in much debt as we are, unlike you, Gi-Hun was always loving and protective. You always kept to yourself and always ran from your problems."

Sangwoo knew this too well, he never told his mother the truth and the poor woman still thinks he's working in the U.S. "If you want to kill me then fine."

Sangwoo stepped closer and looked down at me and his angry expression changed. "..I would never do that."

As soon as he said that Gi-Hun grabbed him and pulled him back down. Both of them began to fought until it stopped, I looked over Gi-Hun's back and saw Sangwoo had stabbed his own neck. Gi-Hun shaking a bit stood up and looked back at me.

"There! He's dead, we won!" I shout at the guards and they did nothing but stare. "Only one of you can leave."

Worried, I looked at Gi-Hun and his eyes widened when he saw the knife in my hands, the one I had carried. "I'm sorry, Gi-Hun." I ran forward and tackled him to the ground. I held onto the knife tight in my hands and stabbed the knife through the sand next to his head.

"(Y/N), stop this!" Gi-Hun shouldn't since he didn't expect me to attack him. He pushed me away and quickly got away from me.

I stood up quick and stoppex from trying to attack him and held onto the knife in my hands tightly.

"You want to know the reason why I hated and tried to get away from you?!" I shouted painfully and felt the warm tears running down my face despite the heavy rain pouring on us.

"It's because I never stopped loving you, Gi-Hun." I finally tell him. It was never a lie. That's why I tried to avoid him and acted all tough, so he wouldn't be friends with me anymore.

But no matter how hard I tried to push him away, he always came back. "You were the only man who treated me like I was worth something. Despite you marrying another woman back then I continued to love you."

Gi-Hun stares at me surprised, "Maybe in another life we would've been happy. Thank you for being my friend and first love." I smile and start to remember everything about us.

How we would stay late at night, watching movies, going on small dates with the few amount of money we had saved up. Me cooking meals for him whenever he'd go for work when he managed to land on a couple.

"But only one of us gets to live." I held the knife to my throat. It was all plan do the guards wouldn't intervene, I never planned on killing him, it was all a show for the guards.

I closed my eyes and as soon as I was about to slice my own throat, I was pushed to the ground and began to fight Gi-Hun again. But instead of me attacking him, he was attacking me, to not kill myself.

I saw the knife had flown and fallen on the ground ahead of me, I groaned and tried to reach out when Gi-Hun held my legs and started pulling me away from grabbing the knife.

"Let me do this!" I fought back the tears and turned around and headbutt him. I heard Gi-Hun groan in pain.

"Only one of us can get out of here with the money, and it's gonna be you! You need to take care of my mother, okay?! Promise me you will!" I cried out when I reached the knife again and saw Gi-Hun looking at me scared, he was still on the ground.

"(Y/N), Please don't do this to me." I shook my head and tried to ignore his warm eyes. Those eyes that always stared back at me lovingly despite my previous hate towards him.

"Let go of the knife..I'll find a way for us to leave." Gi-Hun took a step forward and slowly started to walk to me. "Just put it down, think of your mother, Sae-Byeok, all of the people we cared for." My hands began to shake and I began to cry even more.

I stared down and saw Gi-Hun take the knife off my hands. He threw it away and wrapped his arms tightly around me.

"I won't let you kill yourself. I still love you, (Y/N)" I smiled at his words and began to cry, tears of happiness.

"Don't ever change, Gi-Hun." I hugged him back and slowly started to let go. Gi-Hun looked at me confused then slowly started to pull away.

Blood.

Blood started to stain the white shirt. I stabbed myself at the chest. "No, no no." Gi-Hun held onto me when I started to feel weak and he placed me on the ground. I felt his hands applying pressure to my wound.

"W-Why would you do this?!" Gi-Hun stuttered and I saw tears beginning to form in his eyes. "Help! Someone please me!" He started to shout at the guards.

"Gi-Hun, you know there's no use." I took a shaky breath and felt blood on my lips, I was coughing a bit of blood.

One of Gi-Hun's hands was still applying pressure while he held my hand. I smiled up at him and continued to smile when I reached out and caressed his cheek.

"You look nice in red..I love you..Gi-Hun."

I always heard that when people were close to death, all they'd feel was coldness. But I didn't, I felt warmth despite the cold rain pouring over us.

Gi-Hun leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I felt his warm tears hitting my face, he held me close to him. My eyes started to get heavy, last thing I felt was Gi-Hun holding onto me tightly, with him saying my name and crying out.

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Gi-Hun's pov

I stared back down surprised, seeing (Y/N) lovely smiled which rare for me to see. "I love you..Gi-Hun." I woke up panting and felt the ground wet. I began to squirm, I'm free. I won the games.

I felt my hands and feet tied up together like the first time with my eyes covered again. Thankfully someone was nearby and helped me out, I shakily thanked the man and began to run down the dark empty streets, I felt my stomach turning. I fell down to my knees and began to throw up.

Something slid out of my mouth and I looked down and saw a credit card. I wiped my mouth with my sleeved and slowly began to walk to an atm. I made it in, inserted the car and typed my zip code.

"45.6 billion.." I read the amount on the screen.

My breathing got shaky and I found myself crying. We were supposed to get out together...

The street to my way home was quiet, the rain hasn't stopped. I unlocked the door to my apartment and found the lights were off, "Mom?" I called out. It's pretty late, she must be asleep..

"Mother, I'm back home." I called out hoping to see her. I could use some company right now..it's been six days since I've seen her.

I stopped and saw a figure on the floor. I took a closer look and I felt even worse. "Mother.." she's dead. I felt a second pang to my heart, all I did was quietly cry to myself next to her corpse.

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"Gi-Hun..Wake up." I felt someone brushing off my long hair out of my face. The woman chuckled to herself and I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at (Y/N), she was sitting on the edge of my bed.

"(Y/N)?" I asked and began to rub my eyes to make sure it was really her.

She smiled and rested her hand on my cheek. "It was about time you woke up sleepyhead., Today's a great day. We're picking up your daughter from school!"

"Daughter?"

"Yes, you won custody over her."

I watch her stand up and began to freak out when I took a good look at her. "What's that?!" I asked pointing at her form.

She hummed confused and laughed at my reaction, I was pointing to her growing pregnant stomach. "Did you have a bad dream?" She asks reaching out to check if I had a fever.

"This isn't real.." I begin to whisper to myself. I closed my eyes again and opened them back up. I was in my room but (Y/N) wasn't here, I was alone again.

I frowned and rested my head on the pillows again and felt empty inside. I've never felt like this before.. It's already been a year since I joined the games and I haven't touched the money that I won.

I received a card yesterday, I checked it and it led to a location. I'm planning on heading there tonight...

Ever since my mother died I kept to myself again. When I returned she was gone, Sangwoo's mother lost her small shop, (Y/N) mother passed away a week later when I arrived. Everything has been shit.

I took my time trying to clean my small home and took my time to go out to this location. It was about night time, it was getting colder each day.

Nights like these reminded me of the first few dates (Y/N) and I shared together.

I tried my best to forget her face, she looked so happy before she left. I had a hard time facing (Y/N's) mother since she kept asking for them.

Back then, I held onto her body and begged the guards to not get rid of her body like the rest. That I would bury her myself with the money I earned, so she'd have a resting place for me to visit, but they declined.

Now, I found myself in an unlocked room. I saw a figure on a hospital bed, it was the old man. I felt anger again, the first emotion I've felt other than pain. He shared me what happened, he's the one who made the games possible.

"Pitying yourself won't bring your dearest friend back." Is one of the last things he said before he took one final breath.

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Few days went by and now I was determined to do something. (Y/N), Sae-Byeok and Sangwoo wouldn't have wanted to see me like this, I decided to finally touch the money in my bank account and headed straight to change my appearance.

"You look nice in red." I reminded (Y/N's) words. I sat down and ordered to cut off my long hair and dye it red.

I felt like a new man, a strong determined one this time. I bought a new phone, for myself a nice suit to wear and located where Sae-Byeok's little brother is.

I met up with the boy and adopted him, as soon as I signed all papers I met up with Sangwoo's mother and saw her working late at night. I introduced them both together and told her take care of him. I left a luggage with enough money for her and the little boy and I began to leave.

My daughter answered to my call and sounded happy, I got a ticket and I'm leaving South Korea for good. I held onto my bag and waited for the train to take me to the airport.

I continued walking and noticed two men on the other side form where I was. I stopped and saw that man, the one who gave me the card to call and join the game. That Salesman guy.

The man spotted me staring so I left my belongings and began to run to confront him. "Where is he?!" I held onto the confused man who was with the Salesman.

The man pointed ahead and I saw the Salesman already on the train. I curses to myself when he waved goodbye when the doors closed and he left. That left me thinking.

Can I really leave without putting an end to this? More people are going to get killed and I may be the one to stop it.

Angrily I told the man off and grabbed the card he had. Back alone I started to head off from where I was going, I got on the train in time and sat far away from the people.

I've been devastated by the experience I live, (Y/N) is dead. When I returned home I found my mother dead and my daughter gone.

All I feel is rage now. Am I ready to move to America?

The Salesman is recruiting people again, for another annual Squid Game competition.

I held onto my bag and began to walk down to enter the plane until I stopped and thought hard. I can't go..I need to end this. To put a stop to these fucking games and avenge (Y/N's) death. I wanted nothing more than to come back, and finally have a happy life but I guess I'll always end up alone.

I drop following the people ahead of me and grabbed my phone to dial the number on the card. I press the phone to my ear and wait for it to be picked up.

"Do you wish to participate in the game? If you wish to play, please state your name and date of birth."

"Seong Gi-Hun. October, 31, 1974."

I take a deep breath and continue, "Listen carefully. I'm not a horse. I'm a person. That's why I want to know..who you people are and how you can do these horrible things to people.

The line was quiet until a man responded. "Player 456. Don't get any absurd ideas."

"This wasn't a dream. I can't forgive you for the things you did and continue to do."

"Just get on that plane. If you know what's good for you." I ended the call and turned around and began to leave.

I'm going to put a stop to this. I put my feelings aside to see my daughter but I'm determined, I've never been so sure of anything in my life until now. The games and (Y/N) opened up my eyes to see the truth.

Just you watch, (Y/N). I'll finally make you feel proud of me.

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