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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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Perfect Anyway

Request from anon: ‘you flinched’ with Reid x Reader plsss

Spencer Reid x GN!reader

Summary: Wounds don’t always heal perfect, but Spencer makes sure you know just how perfect you are.

A/N: Thank you for the request! This could be platonic or romantic depending on how you read it. I hope you like it either way!

CW: reader is held by an unsub, gunshots, cuts and scars, Spencer helps reader change their bandages because its is my favorite display of affection in fiction whether it’s platonic or romantic

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You looked down at the crime scene photos in front of you, hoping to find a pattern. There were a few you had already spotted- the victims were all high risk, all dumped in similar locations, and the killer used the same method every time.

Having worked at the BAU for over a year now, you were used to seeing these types of things. Photos of bodies, detailed files on murders, and horrifying signatures weren’t accompanied by the same churn in your stomach that you’d had during your first few cases. Everyone on the team had been upfront about how working this job could cause you to become desensitized to the worst of humanity- and how that sometimes felt as if you were being deprived of a bit of your humanity as well.

But this case brought all your humanity back to you as you saw a pattern you couldn’t ignore- all of the victims looked like you. From their hair color and skin tone, all the way down to body shape, you fit the unsubs type like a glove. Victim type, of course, was one of the first things the team identified when the case came in, but no one on the team had the courage to verbalize that all the victims looked as though they could be related to you.

It was well known throughout the team that you weren’t an easy person to spook, but the steady rhythm of your heart was beginning to speed and sputter. Adrenaline pitched you forward in your seat and you had to catch yourself from biting at your nails or twirling your pen.

“(Y/L/N),” Hotch said. “When I say that the entire team needs to go to the hotel and get some sleep, that means you too.”

“Yes, sir,” you said. “I’ll clean up and be right out.”

“Don’t keep us waiting too long,” he warned. It was a fair warning- if he hadn’t come to get you, you probably would have been staring at the photos all night trying to piece something together. You gathered your files and shoved them in your bag, taking one last long look at the evidence board.

“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice came from behind you, causing you to jump and turn.

Yeah, this case was definitely spooking you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the officer said. He was taller than you and buffer than you, but his face and haircut showed his young age. “I just wanted to know if you have found anything yet. I’m just a beat cop, so they don’t tell me anything.”

He approached you slowly and easily, so slow and easy that if you weren’t a profiler you probably wouldn’t have noticed. You felt the pressure of his nearness and his gaze coming down on you.

“Nothing yet,” you said, though that wasn’t true. Over half the profile was finished, but there was a small voice in your head telling you that something wasn’t right about the situation happening. “Sorry. Hopefully the team will have something by tomorrow. Goodnight.”

You turned to leave no faster than you normally would so as not to cause suspicion- so far everything the unsub did was controlled and organized with no sign of falling into disevolution any time soon. Even if the officer was the unsub he wouldn’t dare stray from that control unless he was in the position where his psyche would snap.

And it did.

He seized you from behind, bringing a knife towards your throat to control you. With the other hand he yanked your gun from its holster and tossed it away, though you wouldn’t have been able to grab it anyways. You yelped as the blade grazed your skin just enough to draw blood from a cut across your collarbone.

“I’ve been sitting here all day,” the man whispered in your ear, his breath hot on the side of your face. You wanted to turn away from him, but the knife pressed against your throat kept your head still. “I’ve been watching you work… going over those photos again and again. I didn’t know whether you were testing me or whether it was a gift to see such a beautiful specimen examine the art I would turn it into.” He caressed your face. “The other ones weren’t so lucky.”

“Drop the knife.” You had never been so damn thankful that your boss was a stickler for punctuality. Hotch stood in front of you, gun drawn. Reid was next to him, his revolver in his hand as he slowly moved around so they had the unsub trapped at two angles.

Hotch moved forward. “You heard me,” he said sternly. “Drop the knife and let Agent (Y/L/N) go. You’re not getting out of this.”

“But I’d get to see them.” The hand that the unsub was holding the knife in was shaking now, causing the blade to bite into your skin. Hot blood ran from the cut it was creating. You only hoped now that you’d live long enough for that cut to become a scar. “I’d get to see them as artwork one last time.”

“They’re already artwork,” Reid said. You gazed towards him, but his eyes were locked on the unsub. “You see- there’s already blood drawn on their collar. Look.”

The unsub looked down at the shallow cut that he never intended to make, but was a result of his haste.

Reid made eye contact with you as if he was trying to silently communicate something. “They aren’t a blank canvas anymore. You can’t make them look perfect.” He looked back at the unsub. “You messed up.”

In the shock of the statement the unsub faltered in his hold on you. You slipped sideways out of his grasp and fell to the floor.

There were one, two, three shots and a body hit the floor behind you.

You scrambled to get away from the unsub, even though he was dead, needing to get as far away from him as possible. Suddenly someone else was grabbing you. You went to pull away but-

“(Y/N)- (Y/N) it’s me.” The softness of Reid’s voice helped calm you and turned to look into his hazel eyes. They were wide with worry and concern.

You threw your arms around him, pulling him against you as you felt your body shake with the fear that paralyzed it before. Reid held you tight, rubbing a gentle hand on your back to soothe your nerves. “You’re safe (Y/N). You’re safe.”

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You got on the jet the next morning and opted to sit alone on the couch instead of at the table with the others. There were bandages over the cuts on your skin. They didn’t hurt, but they needed to be re-dressed with cream and fresh gauze every few hours to promote proper healing. Hopefully, they would scar over into thin lines, just a shade lighter than your skin, hardly noticeable unless you knew they were there- but the chance of the skin healing darker, or with wrinkling, or bulging was far higher.

The clatter of something hitting the floor caused you to flinch away from the sound, looking up from the book you were reading in an attempt to distract yourself. Rossi’s pen had rolled off the table. He leaned over and grabbed it without a second thought, but someone was looking at you.

It was Reid.

You averted your eyes from him and back towards your book, but it was too late- he had already seen that your shell had a crack. He walked over to you, his gait long and lanky as always.

“I thought you were playing cards.” You glanced at him.

“You looked like you could use some company,” he said.

“I’m fine, Reid.”

“You flinched.”

The pause that filled the air wasn’t any more still or any more quiet than how the jet was before, but it felt like it.

“And I came to remind you to change your bandages.” He changed the topic, breaking the tension.

“If it’s a few hours late it won’t kill me,” you said back, trying not to look up at him. “I need a bigger mirror than the one in the bathroom anyways.”

“I can do it,” he said. You didn’t even have time to argue before he was opening your bag and pulling all the supplies out. He carefully removed the old bandages and pulled wipes out to clean the sites. “I didn’t mean it, you know.” He pulled an alcohol wipe from a disposable packet and began to carefully sterilize your wounds.

“Didn’t mean what?”

“The thing about you not looking perfect.”

You snorted. “It was true for the unsub. And it’s true now. These could scar over really ugly.”

“Or they could scar over beautiful.” He carefully dabbed healing cream over the site.

“And if they don’t?”

Spencer placed a clean bandage on top of the dressing before looking you in the eye. “You’ll look perfect, anyways.”

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suneeater · 1 year

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bnha guys + jealousy

➳tamaki, bakugou, kirishima

✎a/n: uuuauahhhgh these r way shorter than usual bc im tired but i wanted to post smth! i rlly rlly wanted to include todoroki but i honestly dont see him getting super jealous. at least not enough to write hcs about. anywa,s,. enjoy

✰warnings: profanity

𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢.

He doesn’t get jealous really, he just gets scared. He trusts you but at the same time he’s constantly so worried that you’ll grow tired of him. He’s so convinced you’d be better off with someone else and kind of projects that insecurity

So when he gets ‘jealous’ he just gets kind of sad. He doesn’t wanna bring it up because he’s pretty sure it’s just his head messing with him and that saying anything will be unnecessary but oh my gosh he’s so down in the dumps thinking that he’s not good enough for you

You have to approach him about it and pry it out of him before he finally admits he’s feeling jealous and scared. Do you still love him?? Are you tired of him?? Is he too much to deal with; oh my god he shouldn’t have said anything, that probably why you’re annoyed by him–

He just needs some reassurance is all. He’s not the jealous type to remove you from a situation or start getting handsy to prove a point to someone; the last thing he wants to do is interfere with a situation in which you’re happy. It’s just, he’d rather be the reason you’re happy

Just bring him with you sometimes and problem solved, just like that. He’s really just a sad little puppy with abandonment issues

He’ll start feeling a little more confident eventually as long as you help him out dw he’s getting there :)

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮.

He is the definition of insecure and he is going to make it everyone’s problem. Getting jealous is just a regular occurrence, except he doesn’t really learn how to tackle it.

When he gets jealous he is not subtle about it. If there wasn’t trouble before there is going to be now because he is inserting himself into the conversation, shooing the person off, or just removing you from the situation entirely after making a couple off colored remarks to the person stealing your attention away from him

He always gets a feel for what’s going on before he intervenes though. But if he detects a potential threat? Game over, you’re done, let’s go home, I don’t wanna be here anymore blah blah blah

He’s constantly got his arm wrapped tight around your waist, pulling you closer and closer until there’s hardly an inch between you. Even in the most innocent of conversations he’s shooting glares and trying to let everybody know who you belong to

He would never objectify you but honestly, he’s a little possessive. You’re his and he is not going to let a single person forget that, and god forbid they try and do anything about it because he is not afraid to start a scene. ESPECIALLY when you’re involved

𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚.

Kiri gets SO pouty when he’s jealous. He’s not insecure like the other two; he isn’t afraid of someone taking you away from him or anything, he’s just upset he’s not getting your attention instead

I mean, how dare this mystery person interfere with his romantic fantasies?! You should be smiling for him and laughing at his jokes instead :(

He’s not possessive like Bakugou either, he’s just absolutely infatuated with you. This man is your number one fan and your number one clown, he’ll do anything to make you smile. Plus, you smile the prettiest when it’s just for him

He gets so touchy when he’s jealous. He’s constantly slinking up behind you and snaking his muscular arms around you, nuzzling against you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. His goal is to make it absolutely impossible to ignore him any longer

He is absolutely not afraid of PDA. In fact, he has zero regard for it. He’s got too much love to show you to contain it to four walls and a door, and who cares if everyone sees? They should all know how lucky he is anyways

Oh, and also that he’s yours to pay attention to :)

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha #my hero #jo

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planetpiastri · 1 year

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blinding throwing darts let’s GOOOO “if anybody were to kiss me… i would want that person to be you,” + “you mean— you and me? kissing?” with mr. callsign bob <3 i feel this works but if u think it strikes real well w one of the others do that!!!!

hangman is such an asshole in this LMAO trust i still love him but anyways this prompt is so cute<3 mr. callsign bob is such a sweetie pie i love him | [wc - 1.5k]

The night had been complete shit from the very first moment you stepped through the door into the Hard Deck. As soon as the others saw you arrive, they cheered—and then Coyote’s voice rose above the others, saying loudly: “Hey, come give your lover-boy a smooch!”

Everyone laughed, clapping each other on the chests and shoulders. At first you had laughed too, tilting your head in confusion as you grabbed a beer from Penny and joined the others at the pool table.

“Good to see you,” Phoenix said, giving you a one-armed hug. “We weren’t sure you were going to make it.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “Yeah, my schedule freed up. What was that Coyote said?”

At that exact moment, Coyote and Hangman walked up to you, with the prior’s arm thrown proudly over the latter’s shoulder. Before you could get out so much as a ‘hello,’ Coyote jostled his friend and said, “We all heard the news. Congrats, you two!”

You tilted your head again, fixing Hangman with a deathly stare. “What?”

He had the decency to look embarrassed, knocking his knuckles against Coyote’s shirt buttons and saying, “Come on, let’s get back to the game. It’s not a big deal.”

“No!” insisted Coyote, swaying slightly, and you realized suddenly that he was definitely not sober. “No, this is a big deal! y/n over here made it very clear when we all met up—no sleeping with other pilots, that’s what you’d always say. But looks like even you weren’t immune to this one’s charms.” And he gave Hangman another excited shake.

Slowly, the reality of the situation dawned on you. You wanted to scream; you wanted to dump your drink on Hangman; you wanted to break something. But all that came out of you was a small, shaky whisper: “You told them we slept together?”

Hangman’s cheeks colored. “I said we kissed—”

“But we didn’t!” you interrupted. “We’ve never—I wouldn’t—that isn’t—god, Hangman, why would you do that?”

Coyote squinted, glancing between you and his friend. “Wait—what?”

“Oh, my god,” you said, your face burning hot. You felt like you were going to be sick. Everyone was staring at you. But you only had eyes for the man in glasses on the far side of the pool table, who was watching the whole confrontation go down without being able to look at you.

When you said firmly, “We never kissed,” your words were only for Bob. But he didn’t meet your eyes.

Mortified and disgusted, you pushed off of the stool you were sitting on and shoved past Coyote and Hangman, ignoring the way Coyote stumbled and nearly fell, and especially ignoring the way Hangman tried to catch hold of your arm and say your name as you passed. You blinked back angry tears, furious with the whole situation, and threw open the door to the bar, collapsing against the wall outside and burying your head in your arms.

You’d always known Hangman and his buddies talked about you. From your very first day, they’d been making passes at you, and you’d finally loudly and rudely blurted that you didn’t sleep with other pilots. You’d hoped that would make the problem go away, but it had only made it worse. The others had almost taken it as a challenge, just becoming more obvious and flagrant with their flirtations.

But Hangman and Coyote had been your friends, too. You knew that with them at least, the flirting was light-hearted—more of an inside joke than anything serious by now. And you knew Hangman hadn’t meant any malice behind the rumor. He’d probably just gotten drunk and competitive with the guys and blurted out the best thing he could think of.

But the fact of the matter was that you hadn’t made that rule because of your rigid moral fiber. You’d only said it to get Hangman and his friends off your back, because they were getting in between you and the guy you really liked—Bob.

God, you’d had a crush on him pretty much from the moment you’d met him. And he’d seemed to reciprocate at first. And then you’d said that stupid thing about not sleeping with pilots, and Coyote had made it into this big thing, and Bob had pulled away from you.

And now he thought you’d broken that rule with Hangman of all people.

You wanted to scream. You didn’t smoke, but you wanted a cigarette.

From inside the bar, the bell rang, and people cheered. You rubbed your hands across your face, contemplating just calling it a night and heading back to your apartment to bust into the emergency pint of Ben and Jerry’s you’d stashed in your freezer. Then the door next to you opened, and somehow the night got worse.

“Hey,” said Bob, standing in front of you. He still wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“Hi,” you said, your voice raw. You propped your elbow on your knee, resting your cheek on your fist. “Is everyone talking about it?”

Bob hesitated for a moment, thinking. Then he said, “Yeah.”

“God,” you groaned, covering your eyes with your hands. “So embarrassing.”

The sand crunched as Bob stepped closer, putting his back against the wall and sliding down to sit next to you. The knowledge that he thought you’d slept with Hangman ate away at you, but you couldn’t open your mouth. You couldn’t say anything.

Bob finally broke the silence. “Phoenix made him buy everyone a round. Said this was the definition of disrespecting the Navy.”

You barked out a dry, humorless laugh. “I’ll thank her for it later.”

He shifted on the ground, fiddling with his fingers. After a long while, he said in a small voice, “Is it true?”

“No,” you said immediately, turning to make him meet your eyes when you said it. “I swear. I would never—not with him. It’s not true.” You paused. “Does everyone really believe I would?”

Bob looked uncomfortable. He was trying to meet your eyes, but he kept looking away. He shrugged noncommittally, half-nodding. As if it explained everything, he said, “It’s Hangman.”

You sighed again, thudding your head against the wall and staring up at the sky. Puffing up your cheeks, you blew out a big gust of air. You weren’t sure what came over you then. Maybe it was the emotions running high; maybe it was the tears that were begging to be spilled; maybe it was the tightness in your chest. But you heard yourself say, “I haven’t kissed any of them. If anybody were to kiss me… I’d want that person to be you.”

Immediately, embarrassed heat flooded your face. This was different from the heat back in the bar; this was excited, almost nervous. When Bob didn’t say anything, you glanced sideways at him.

His eyes were wide behind his glasses, staring straight forward, and he’d stopped fidgeting. When he realized you were staring at him, he swallowed hard and said quietly, “You mean—you and me? Kissing?”

You laughed again, clapping your hands over your face. “Oh, my god, I’m stupid. I don't know why I said that. I’m sorry. You must think I’m some horny nincompoop who can’t—”

A rough, gentle pair of hands closed around your wrists, pulling them down and away from your face. And before you could say anything else, Bob had pressed his mouth to yours.

You were still for a moment, unsure how to react. How had you gotten here? But then his fingers squeezed one of your wrists softly, and you reached up to cup his face, and you forgot how to think. His lips were soft, and he tasted like—were those peanuts? And when he pressed his tongue to yours, he swallowed the soft groan that you let out in response, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before—kissing you like he could take away every ache and pain anyone ever caused you.

You probably would have been happy to kiss him on the sand outside the Hard Deck for the rest of time, but the front doors swung open loudly, causing both of you to jump. His hands were still around your wrists—and yours around his face—when you both turned to see Payback, Coyote, and Rooster tossing Hangman on his ass in the sand.

Dimly, you realized that people were chanting ‘overboard’ from inside the bar. Coyote mock-saluted his friend, laughing and turning to go back inside. Rooster flipped him the bird, and Payback said, “Try again tomorrow, Jakey.” Then all three of them went back into the bar.

It was Hangman, groaning on the sand, who was the first to notice the way you and Bob were wrapped around each other. He blinked like he couldn’t believe it, and said, “What happened to not sleeping with pilots?”

“He’s not a pilot,” you said.

Hangman groaned, his head falling back and hitting the sand. “How do I say I’m sorry?”

You found yourself smiling and you pushed one hand up into Bob’s hair, carding through his soft locks. “I’m pretty over it, Hangman,” you said, and then you turned and pulled Bob’s mouth back to yours.

Behind you, Hangman groaned again at the sight, but you ignored him. He might be the most annoying idiot you’d ever met, but without him, you wouldn’t be kissing Bob Floyd on the sand outside the Hard Deck as the sky turned dark. And that kind of made it all worth it.

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sapphic-woes · 2 years

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Sevika x Fem!Reader - Two Faced

A/N: I just really like her. Anyways Sevika witnesses a woman tell off her shitty boyfriend and thinks it’s a riot, so of course she follows her to the restroom. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 4k. AO3 Link

Pt. 2

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You had standards. Admittedly, they were insanely high.

“Fuck off!” You shoved past your disappointment of a boyfriend, heels clacking with purpose. What was it with your luck these days? It had hardly been a month, and already he was grinding your gears. It seemed all the universe had to offer was one useless man after the next, and it was starting to become redundant.

You stormed into the ladies' restroom, pissed out of your mind. From the moment you’d met up at the club to party with his friends, he’d been the same; inattentive, dismissive, and rudely belittling. Worst yet, he only ever remembered your existence when there was an itch between his legs–and you wanted anything else but that.

“Mother fucker…” You muttered, eyeing the alcohol spilled on your expensive, tiny, off-the-shoulder, red dress. Sure, you were dating, but you hadn't done anything yet. Like every guy before him, sex in your mind was something to put off for as long as you could. You didn't get the hype–men were gross, annoying and sleazy–or at least, those were the excuses you told to yourself to avoid the obvious.

That maybe, just maybe…you simply weren't interested in men at all.

When your stiff reactions to his advances became clear as day, his slimy ass didn't give up. No–he had to try and trick you into stripping off your dress. Like hell you were dumb enough to follow him to a secluded part of the club just so he could “dry you off” after dumping half his fucking drink on you. That man was a walking red flag, and you were done. Either you were picking up another boy toy tonight, or calling it quits altogether.

At least, if he wasn’t standing right outside the bathroom door. Which, while you didn’t know that for certain…with the way he was acting tonight? It was highly plausible.

“I should take my Louboutins," you groaned in frustration, hands gripping the sink counter, “and castrate him.”

“That…would definitely be a sight.”

You jumped, having not noticed someone else come in. You frowned, ready to tear this person disturbing you a new one before glancing to the side. Shit. You did a double take, and despite wanting to hide it, your eyes widened with fear.

No one in this club didn’t know that face, or that body. She was impossibly tall, with intimidating broad shoulders and a scowl formed by the devil himself. Sevika entered, and suddenly the bathroom felt too small for the both of you. Her presence alone was that overwhelming, making you suck in a shaky, terrified breath.

If having a problem with your boyfriend was a threat, having an issue with Silco’s right hand was a death wish…and no matter how prideful you were, even you knew better than to cross that line.

Well, at least you thought you did. Your friends would probably swear otherwise.

“I couldn’t help but see what happened back there. You made quite the scene.” Had you? Oh right–

–you splashed your entire drink over his head when his hands got too close to the hem of your dress, ignoring his sputter of surprise. You rose, downing his own shot of whiskey he claimed was too strong for you before wiping your glossy lips with the back of your hand.

“First of all jackass–even if we were the last people on earth, I’d rather jump off a building than have your nasty dick shoved up my ass. Seriously–what the fuck is that? It looks like you need to spend the night with a fucking doctor, not me.” You hadn’t seen shit, but yelling it loud enough would make him never set foot in this club ever again…and well, you were too mad to be nice anymore.

“Second? You’re boring as hell. Why don’t you go find a personality instead of spewing the same misogynistic shit every dude still living in their mom’s basement says? Yeah I’m hot, I’m stuck up, I’m a goddamn slut–but guess what?” You flipped him off as you gathered your things.

“This “stupid whore” still isn’t going to fuck you. So you know what you should do instead? Fuck off!” Oh. Looking back, you guessed you had made a bit of a scene. Was she here to kick you out?

“And…?” You inwardly cursed at your disinterested tone, turning back to the mirror and eying your makeup. “I didn’t know you dealt with stuff like this." Were you egging her on? No, no, no–there was no way you were dumb enough to–

"...Being his right hand and all.” Fuck. You were egging her on.

Your heart pounded in your chest, hairs standing up on the back of your neck. Where you expected a furious reaction, you were met with a look much, much worse. A devilish, downright sinister grin spread around her cigar. Tense, you studied her from the corner of your eyes, plagued over how she would eventually react.

No matter what she does, she demands attention. Maybe her lack of retaliation was a tactic. If so, it was working. Your eyes were glued to her, and you had to admit, seeing Sevika simply standing there made your heart skip a beat. The woman was as equally captivating as she was terrifying, and this situation only made that fact more evident.

Sure, her mechanical arm glinted like it was one twitch away from gutting you, but her clothes fit her like a glove. Those fine arms and the peek her top gave of her scar-riddled waist was damn near criminal. If I’m going to die tonight, I might as well get a closer look, right?

You’d only ever seen her passing by or talking with a group of people equally as intimidating as she was. Now she was less than a few feet from you, and despite her smile, she didn't do anything at your snide remark. Rather, she let out a short puff of her cigar, smoke escaping past her lips with an easy chuckle.

Then, there was silence.

It would have been better if she reacted with rage. Anger was something you could handle. But this? She hadn’t said a word in response, yet you still felt like a caged animal. You were running out of things to fake your attention on while you watched her, dabbing the same patch of alcohol on your dress for the twentieth time. After several seconds passed, your patience ran thin.

I can't just stand here waiting for her to kill me. Who cared if that man was waiting for you outside, you needed to get out of the bathroom as soon as you possibly could. However, just as you thought it couldn’t get any worse, Sevika suddenly caught you staring at her through the mirror. Shit–!

Quickly, you turned away, moving to open your purse as if you were busy. Sevika snorted, and you inwardly cringed. You were painfully aware of the long drag she took of her cigar. She let it out as a slow puff, shamelessly eyeing you up and down as she did. Where her gaze lingered, your body burned, and you weren’t sure whether it was from embarrassment or fear. Sevika moved to put her cigar out on the bathroom’s marble countertop, and you were certain that if anyone else had done so, Silco would have killed them.

Hands in her pockets, she took her time walking towards you. There wasn't any reason to rush, the both of you knew why.

“I don’t.” Her voice this close was smooth, running down your spine as she stood behind you.

“Not unless I can gain something from it.” Damnit. You calmed your pounding heart.

“You're cocky,” you raised your eyebrow at her through the mirror, “not that I’m surprised.” The corner of her lips twitched. You knew this was a dangerous game to be playing. It wasn't like you'd never seen her work before. In fact, you wished you never did. She didn't fight for an opponent to recover, no–if she didn't kill them, she broke them–and, you thought with horror, what if she did the same to you?

You looked away from her, becoming too scared to hold eye contact. However, there was no way in hell you were going to show her that. Instead, you pulled out lipgloss, intending to obnoxiously fix your makeup. The plan worked.

Slowly, you dragged the strawberry shimmering substance across your top lip, and Sevika didn’t shift her gaze away. You spread the gloss over your bottom lip next, dramatically pressing them together to even it all out. The entire time, Sevika watched the action in a near predatory manner. The taller woman didn't look away when you spoke, lips drawing out a teasing statement.

"My eyes are up here, darling." To your surprise, the Sevika froze. It was less than a second, but you caught her off guard. It was clear you were the type to say a lot of bullshit, but to call her darling? When she was twice your height and width? Sevika thought you were something else. Definitely in over your head, but still… Her eyes narrowed, and she took a moment to study you, taking in the little shiver you tried to suppress.

Cute. She wondered what it would take until you could no longer hide your fear, or even better, your trembling.

“Do you talk like this to everyone?” You paused at the tinge of annoyance in her voice. A part of you wanted to backtrack and profusely apologize. Another told you that was exactly what would get you killed. In the end, you played off freezing up by simply offering her a smirk.

“Please, you followed me all the way here…then expect me not to believe my attitude isn't what you like?” You were bluffing, sort of. Even if it was a fairly logical explanation, it was still hard to fathom the Sevika wanting you. It wasn’t like you weren’t a catch–being gracious, you considered yourself to be an 11/10–but you were still a nobody. Sevika was a name whispered in hushed voices out of fear that she might show up. Yours?

“You fucking bitch!” Banging came from the door, making you flinch in surprise. Sevika didn’t even move, eyes still trained on you. “I can’t believe you said all that shit–come out! You can’t stay in there forever!” Well, you didn’t even get the decency of someone actually using it. Fuck, I almost forgot about him. What were you going to do? He was right, you couldn’t just stay here–

Your focus was elsewhere, and perhaps that's why you missed her advances until it was too late.

“You’re right. I am interested. You walked in here looking like arm candy, only to explode and leave that man without a shred of dignity left. His company wasn’t worth your time, but mine?” When had she gotten so close that the heat from her body warmed the back of your neck? She was bigger than you, that was obvious enough, but the proximity made it suffocating.

She loomed, making the air around you fill with earthy spice. Whatever she smoked, it was expensive. To your alarm, a large hand rested on the countertop to your right, and another to your left. You were caged in, and you didn’t dare move–not when the slightest shift created friction between you two, and Sevika’s eyes darkened in a way you knew all too well

“Sweetheart…” Her voice was an enticing rumble by your ear, and no amount of self control could stop you from shivering in delight. “I’ll do everything he could never do.” It was a bold claim, though you doubted it came without experience. That asshole is still out there…and the bathroom isn’t soundproof, right?

You were a bitch alright. The worst of them all. To fuck Silco’s right hand man while your shitty ex heard it all? You couldn’t pass up a chance like that, even if it was dangerous. With a casual hum, you fixed a goading stare on Sevika through the mirror, prettily tilting your head to speak.

“Well…I suppose I can let you entertain me for a while.”

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You’d been in out of your head, that was for sure.

You’d never come across greed in the form of hands, let alone commanding ones. Sevika’s touch was everywhere; over your hips, waist, and breasts, as if she was trying to consume all of you at once. Your breath was faulty, tingling all over as her rough palms memorized the shape of your body. How was this so good, already? She had yet to even slip a hand underneath your dress, yet you felt naked. It was as if the barrier of the dress meant nothing, and her touch shot little fireworks through your skin regardless.

“W-wait...” You were breathless, gasping as a hand flicked over the peak of your breasts from over your dress. You instinctively buckled, but an arm wrapped around your waist brought your back flush against her. Her metal arms reached up, soothing against your burning cheeks as Sevika held your face in her palm.

“A word of advice?” Her voice was a sultry drawl, muddling your mind as she turned your face to look up at her, “don’t go biting off more than you can chew.”

With that, she closed the distance between you two. The kiss was hot, carnal in nature as your lips parted and she took the invitation to kiss you deeper. It was focused and intense, with her hand holding your face exactly where she wanted it. You swore you were melting, becoming a puddle from that first kiss alone, and when she pulled away to look into your glossy eyes, Sevika smirked.

“You might just choke on it, darling.” She was never going to let that go. Too bad you weren’t known for not being petty either.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” You muttered just as a metal thumb brushed over your smeared glossy lips, “you go down smoother than wine.” The woman snorted, dark lips curling as she moved to kiss your bare shoulder.

“Is that so?” That was all the warning you were given. Suddenly, a hand on your back pushed you forward. You let out a startled gasp, hands slamming against the sink counter.

“What are you doing?” Your pissed off words dwindled in your throat as Sevika finally slipped her hands under your dress to hike it up over your ass. A hand gripped the side of your panties, and in a split second you knew the answer to your own question.

“No, wait–!” The sound of threads breaking apart made your heart stutter, and your eyes widened as Sevika unceremoniously ripped your underwear right off you. That was expensive!

“What the fuck is your–ow!” Another forceful shove had you completely on the countertop, sideways with your heat exposed to the towering woman before you. You huffed, shuddering under the dark eyes tracing over every part of you. Sevika looked at you like she had been starving for weeks, her own chest heaving as she hummed. She let the fabric in her hand drop to the floor, stepping towards you and making your breath hitch in your throat.

“There’s no difference whether you wear it…” Her hand caressed the inside of your thigh, gently spreading your legs so she could step between them, “or not.”

Oh God. You watched with wide eyes as she lowered herself, shrinking her overwhelming shadow until she was kissing the top of your neck. She trailed down, leaving her marks everywhere until she got to the top of your dress.

She took a single finger to pull the garment down, exposing your breasts for her to adore. You moaned as hot lips suckled them, breaths shallow as you crumbled underneath her.

“Ah…shit, my fucking heels…” She chucked into your chest as you struggled to kick them off. They loudly clattered onto the bathroom floor, but you didn’t care, able to wrap your bare feet around Sevika’s waist now. A bite was given as a reward, and you jolted in pleasure, hands moving to caress the side of Sevika’s face.

Again, the woman was surprised by you, pausing at the gentle touch you offered. Usually, when she picked up cute little things like you, they were too scared to dare touch her back. Even if they were lost in pleasure, it seemed no one could see past the metal arm, or the power Sevika held.

However, from the moment she’d entered the bathroom you treated her no differently than anyone else. If anything, you were more aware than most–the way you studied her like a prey looking at a predator told her so–yet despite that, you’d sneered and judged her anyway. Now, her eyes flickered up to look at you, taking in your rosy cheeks and lopsided smile, eyes half-lidded as you spoke.

“You're laughing? Those shoes cost my entire paycheck, jackass. No way I’m messing them up just for you.” Your nose scrunched up in an adorable little snarl, or what Sevika believed was supposed to be one. It hardly did the job of one. Rather than appearing threatening, your attitude only invited her to do more.

“Poor thing,” She muttered, mouth trailing down over your dress until she got to your exposed ass, “it must be hard being so high maintenance.” The mocking words earned her a glare, but it quickly disappeared as her hot breath tickled the inside of your thighs.

“How about this,” your breath grew rugged as she nibbled on your sensitive skin, full on biting to garner a shuddering gasp from you. Her deep voice switched into a commanding tone, and it was hypnotizing, making you hang on every word.

“If you take this well and let out that pretty little voice of yours, you won’t have to worry about ruining another pair ever again.” Her hot breath against your dewy folds only made them soak more, and you bit your lip. Your voice was weak as you attempted a retort.

“And if I don’t?” She scoffed, hands shifting to hold your legs shamelessly wide apart. You swallowed at the firm grip–there was no way you could get out of that–and when Sevika saw the realization finally start to set in your eyes, her lips curled up into a wicked smile.

“Trust me, you will.”

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“W-wait–it’s already been–ah!” Frankly, you’d never been so disrespected in your life. Sevika did what she wanted, in the most devastating way possible, leaving you a shivering mess clinging to the mirror behind you in an attempt to pull yourself away. She was skillful–too skillful–turning you into a numb puddle of ecstasy only to go down on you again. Was she never satisfied?

"F-fuck…" Her tongue did wonders, making your back arch and voice cry out. God, was it rude–the way she simply pressed harder whenever you tried to cling onto some sliver of dignity, relentless until you did exactly as she told. The gruff mutter of louder, against your folds before she went right back to her assault had you spiraling, shuddering as you attempted to comply.

“Shit, Se-Sevika–” That wasn’t good enough, and suddenly she focused more on your twitching bud, quickly turning you into a blubbering mess.

“Wait–please–it’s good! Fuck–God…” Tears filled your eyes as you whimpered, hands weakly gripping fistfuls of Sevika’s hair. You felt her lips smile, smug as she simply continued. This bitch–! The burning in your core built up, and you let out a string of profanities as you reached your peak once again. In the midst of it you hit your head against the glass behind you, though you hardly processed it. However, Sevika did, just now starting to realize how bunched up you were on the countertop.

“Here,” it was all she said before she flipped you over, lifting you up at the waist with her mechanical arm. She brought your back flush against her again. However, this time she held you up completely, toes only occasionally brushing against the floor. Processing this new position made your cheeks burn and swallow nervously, your voice hoarse as you complained.

“I can barely reach the floor…” The slight embarrassment at your height difference didn’t go unnoticed by Sevika. She snorted, then hoisted you higher up against her, until you dangled like a rag doll in the mirror.

“I’ll hold you up here…” She tightened her grip around your waist, and her other hand snaked downward, “and here.”

Without another word, she plunged two fingers deep into your heat. You buckled, nails digging into her metal arm as she fell into a torturous rhythm.

"Ha–ah." You couldn't handle yourself, squirming in pleasure. They were so impossibly thick, making you struggle just to properly breathe. Your knuckles turned white as you held onto her, neck arched back to look at her through teary eyes.

"Se-Sevika, ple-ase, it's good–so good–" You were reduced to barely comprehensible babbling. Sevika herself had furrowed eyebrows, cheeks colored with a tinge of pink. Pretty... Mindlessly you reached up with a shaky hand, softly pulling her face down to kiss her. You felt her lips falter against yours for a moment, but when she kissed you back it was the kindest she’d ever been. It was sensual, and she tasted you as if you were a sweet delicacy she wanted to be tender with.

Though, her hand was anything but gentle.

You gasped against her lips, letting out a strangled sound of startled delight as she drilled her fingers into you faster, deeper thrusts making your toes curl and legs straighten out.

“Shit!” It was the only word you could muster as you saw stars again, overwhelmed with pleasure before finally the euphoria ebbed away. Mercifully, Sevika finally stopped–though you weren’t sure if it was because you physically deflated in her grasp, or because she was actually satisfied.

Vaguely, you sensed her gently setting you down on the bathroom counter to wipe you down and fix your dress. Your shoes were retrieved and placed back onto your feet, and you mindlessly giggled when Sevika’s touch tickled them. A murmur of hold onto me, had your arms lazily wrapping around her neck, and before you knew it she was carrying you in her arms and out the door.

“Finally, now who the hell were you fucking–!” You had completely forgotten about your ex boyfriend, but now he stood in shock, looking up at Sevika carrying you bridal style. You offered a weak, sneering smile, lifting your hand to flip him off. You could see the anger boil up in his eyes before it sputtered out at Sevika’s warning glare, and with a huff he stomped away, pushing through the crowd.

At that you laughed until your exhaustion quickly took over, snuggling into the body holding you. Sevika stiffened before relaxing, and as she began to make her way out of the club she muttered with a raspy voice into your ear.

“Sleep. You did a good job for me, darling.” The praise made you sleepily smile, and you lifted your head to peck the corner of her lips.

“Mmh…” You wanted to say something witty like, and you were good entertainment, or something, but your mind was shutting down faster than you could speak, slumping completely in her arms as you fell asleep.

While you pleasantly slept, Sevika simply stood.

She was frozen, and the place where you’d kissed her tingled more than anything you’d done before. For a moment, she stared down at your squished face against her chest. The noise of the entire club grew silent in her mind.

When she moved again, it was with a loud grunt. Others around her shuffled out of the way in fear she was angry, but Sevika knew herself that she was feeling an emotion much, much worse.

#sevika x reader #arcane sevika #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #arcane #league of legends #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon #wlw #lesbian #smut

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ssaeri · 11 months

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and if you close your eyes

☆ tags: kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader, best friend!au, unrequited love, you have a bad eye when it comes to choosing boyfriends, kuroo wishes that you’d take a chance on him, alcohol mention, maybe kuroo will confess in a part two ☆

Kuroo turns left at the stop sign, as per his phone’s robotic instructions, and finds himself on a tree-lined, barely-lit, trash-littered street that makes his joints jump with every pothole hit. His poor car. He really hopes that he’s at the right place. When you sent him your location, asking to be picked up as soon as possible, he tilted his head at the unfamiliar area but threw a jacket over his shoulders anyway and grabbed his keys.

He crawls down the street now, trying to make out house numbers in the dark, but he doesn’t need to do that because a few seconds later, he finds you in the front yard of an apartment complex, gesturing wildly to someone standing in the doorway. Neither of you are shouting, and Kuroo’s caught between wanting to know what the commotion is about and not wanting to wake up any neighbors. He makes a shitty attempt at parallel parking, bumping the curb with his back tire, before rolling down the passenger window and calling your name.

You whirl around, expression easing at the sight of him, but your scowl returns when the person in the doorway throws up his hands.

“Of course you fucking go back to him,” snaps your boyfriend—though Kuroo has a sneaking suspicion that he’s your ex-boyfriend at this point. Kuroo can't make out his face, but his backlit silhouette radiates pure annoyance. “You got your side piece on speed dial, huh?”

“Oh, fuck off! If you want to actually keep a relationship for once, maybe you should look at yourself before accusing people of bullshit.”

You throw a middle finger over your shoulder and stomp over to Kuroo’s car. The door creaks as you yank it open.

“Don’t say anything,” you hiss as you clamber into the passenger seat and dump your duffel bag by your feet. Once your seatbelt is clicked in, you cross your arms across your chest, pointedly ignoring the person now yelling at you from the porch.

Kuroo’s grip on the steering wheel tightens, his gaze flickering between you and your ex. “I wasn’t going to,” he says, forcing a light tone. “Any last words before we leave your pretty boy for good?”

You snort and reach over to crank up the radio, drowning out any outside sounds. “The words I have for that douchebag are better left unsaid.”

“Okay. Let’s go home, then.”

He flicks on the blinker, eases away from the sidewalk, and takes the fastest route back to his apartment.

That guy wasn’t good for you, and Kuroo let you know that from the start. It only took one hangout to notice all the red flags, signs that you didn’t see as you leaned into the guy’s side and laughed at his half-assed jokes. He was loud and brash in the typical attention seeking way, and Kuroo got bad vibes the moment the guy opened his mouth. That night, squeezed between Bokuto and another acquaintance on the couch, Kuroo stayed civil for your sake, offering tightlipped smiles whenever addressed, but the next time he met up with you alone, he cautiously prodded about your relationship.

Of course, you sniffed out his ulterior motives instantly and leaned back in your seat with a stern look. “Don’t tell me you’re playing the over-protective best friend card,” you said, thumb gathering the condensation of your iced latte. “I like this guy.”

“I know you do. I’m just saying: he seems a little self-centered.” A sip of his own drink. “A warning from my end, that’s all this is.”

“Having confidence is a good thing.”

“Yeah, but he’s straight up cocky.”

“You would know all about that, wouldn’t you?”

He rolled his eyes and threw his balled-up napkin into your lap, which earned a soft laugh. He didn’t fight you about it then. It was still early in your relationship, after all. Maybe Kuroo would be proven wrong—in fact, he wanted to be proven wrong. Maybe this guy would become your endgame, and years down the line, you’d stick your tongue out at your best friend for losing faith after only one meeting.

But now that you’re sitting on his couch, too exhausted to even cry about another relationship gone down the drain, Kuroo is having a hard time saying I told you so. Instead, he offers you a glass of milk and some leftover cookies from Sugawara’s recent visit, placing them on the coffeetable, and your blank stare moves from the wall to the plate.

He curls up in the adjacent armchair, his own glass of milk in hand. There’s a beat of silence before you speak.

“Hey, Tetsu?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something? And you need to be brutally honest.”

“Sure.”

“Do you think I’m unlovable?”

He nearly chokes. You? Unlovable? What the hell? He was expecting a question like, Do you think it’d be a good idea to hook up with someone right now? or Should I go key his car and slash his tires tomorrow? and the answer to those is a hard resounding No—though as your best friend, he’d be tempted to say yes to the second one. But something like this is just…how can you even think that?

“No,” he finally manages to reply. “No, you’re not unlovable. Did he say that? I’ll drive back and tear him a new one—”

“He didn’t say that, but I was thinking. Reflecting in the car, y’know. And I’m always the one getting dumped for one reason or another. Once or twice is a coincidence, but every time? At this point, the only conclusion is that something’s wrong with me.” You frown. “So. Unlovable.”

He shakes his head. “You’re literally the most charming person I’ve met. They tell you that every time, don’t they? That you’re smart and funny and the coolest person ever. How is it your fault that he cheated? That’s a problem on his end, not yours.”

You give a non-committal shrug.

“If I had to point out a flaw,” he says, waving a hand, “I’d say that you have bad taste. You like these asshole guys, even when I try to fight tooth and nail to keep them away from you.”

At that, you give a half-smile. “Maybe I like getting hurt. Humble myself every once in a while.”

“A human can only take so many humblings, though. The next time I tell you that a guy is bad news, you stay quiet and listen to me, alright? Listen to me and run in the opposite direction.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you murmur, rolling your eyes. You reach for a cookie and crunch into it, humming appreciatively at Sugawara once again working his magic. “This is so stupid. I don’t even want to waste any time being sad over this guy.” You pause for a second before pointing the half-eaten cookie at him. “I need to find a guy that takes care of me like you.”

Kuroo tries not to startle in his seat. When he replies, Yeah, you should, he’s surprised to hear that his voice is calm when his heart is anything but. It must be the habit of shoving down his feelings for you that saves him from turning into a stuttering, flushed mess, and for once, he’s thankful for the years he spent lamenting over his crush.

He clears his throat and gets up, ignoring the tight feeling in his chest. “I’m feeling kind of hungry. Got some beer in the fridge. You want to order takeout while I get that?”

“Hell yeah, let me see if the place down the street is still open. We should watch a movie, too. We never finished the one last week, right?”

“Sure, if you can find the remote.”

“Oh my god, don’t tell me you misplaced it again.”

One day, you’ll get over your ex, and one day, he’ll get over you. Until then, he’ll eat takeout noodles and watch cheesy rom-coms with you, laughing at how lame fictional romance is and being content with being your friend.

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #hq x reader #hq kuroo x reader #haikyuu scenarios #kuroo scenarios #kuroo tetsurou scenarios #hq scenarios #hq kuroo scenarios #saeri writes;

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canofspooks · 11 months

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DannyMay Day 25 (Blame)

Summary: Danny blames himself for his parent’s death. He doesn’t cope well.

Word: 733

content warnings for alcoholism and allusions to suicide, i guess?

He wished he had the money for good flowers - the kind you buy from an actual florist, not the kind you pluck from your local highschool's garden and mix in with fake store-bought flowers to lessen the guilt of stealing from literal children.

His parents deserved good flowers. Fitting, then, that he couldn't give them what they deserved.

Danny laid the makeshift bouquet on the grave and stepped back. There wasn't anything more to say that hadn't already been said thousands of times over the last five years. "I'm sorry" was too shallow. "I wish it could've gone different," too callous. Instead, he stayed silent, reading the nicks and grooves of the stone more than the engraving.

There was no comforting presence. No supernatural sense that his parents were watching. He wished they would find a way to haunt him, to make up for what he did. But he knew ghosts, and he knew there was no way Jack and Maddie Fenton could come back.

Danny woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. The perfect way to start a Monday. He rolled out of bed and shuffled over to his crumpled uniform in the corner of the room. He could try to call out, but he knew there'd be nobody to cover for him, and then he'd have a different sort of headache once he got chewed out by his boss for leaving the place unattended.

The thick smell of grease was suffocating on a hangover. Who the fuck even ordered a burger at 8 in the morning anyway?

Danny looked at the clock. 10. So what if his sense of time was suffering a little? At least the hours went by quicker. At least he could quietly wallow in his own misery when the rest of the people scheduled for the next four hours were no-shows. And he could hide away in a back corner of the room with no cameras or windows and relieve his headache with a quick dip into his ghost form until the ding of the front door opening meant another person making the questionable first decision of the day to eat at the Nasty Burger - likely one of many to come.

12. Still no one else showed. Reliable old Danny Fenton could hold down the fort, surely.

He so badly wanted to quit.

Another ding of the door, another indeterminate amount of time he'd be kept away from his cozy, dark corner in the back. He plastered on an empty smile and stepped out to the register. Then his smile dropped.

"Tuck?"

"Hey Danny, you busy?" His friend had grown. Like, a lot. Phone calls and photos didn't convey just how much Tucker towered over him now. As if there was anything else he needed to feel insecure about.

Danny looked around at the empty Nasty Burger, then at his friend. "Full house. Can't chat or I'll get axed. No, Tuck, what brings you out to Amity Park?"

"Danny, I'm not asking anymore. I'm telling you, we're getting you out of this dump. You can't keep ignoring my calls - I thought you'd died!"

He scoffed. "What? Me? Dead? Why would you think that? I'm doing fine."

Tucker looked at him, unimpressed. "You ghosted me. Right before the anniversary. Am I supposed to not freak out?"

"Well, now you're here, and you can see I'm alive. Thank you for checking up on me, but I'm doing great."

"I checked your apartment first. You left the door unlocked."

Danny wet his dry lips. "Fuck. Forgot."

"Jagermeister, seriously?"

"I don't know what to tell you, man." Danny threw up his arms. "It still fucking hurts - how can it not? I'm not just a fuck-up, my parents are gone because of me!"

"What you did was in self-defense. I'm not saying you have to get over it, I'm just saying that it might be good for you to get a change of scenery, be around people who love you. If you stay in this ghost town any longer, I'm - I'm just scared I'm gonna wake up one morning to a call and you're not gonna be on the other end."

He searched Tucker's face, lost.

Ding.

"We can talk later. I'm still on shift," Danny mumbled. He pushed back the haze of emotions before it could condense into a tidal wave.

Tucker nodded slowly. "But we are talking later."

#spooks reign of terror #dannymay2023 #danny phantom #it's a lot harder for me to stretch these prompts out since they're so... emotion-heavy #that's okay tho. i can make up for the word count elsewhere

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Three Words Ch 11

Warnings: Language, Smut.

Roughly a month had passed since the day you and Casey had finally revealed your true feelings to each other, you’d spent the night pouring over a your emotions and a bottle of wine. Casey’d apologized over and over again, feeling completely terrible for the mistaken way she’d been treating you, and again for the way she’d reacted to the whole Nick thing. You accepted them, forgiving her, knowing that she was jealous, trying to come to terms with the fact that you were with someone that wasn’t her, deal with her own breaking heart.

By the time the wine was gone, you’d figured out how to move forward, you already had so much history, you felt like you were already nearly a year into a relationship, but there were obviously some hesitancies, some kinks that needed working out. You personally, were still unsure about the entire thing, half of you expecting Casey to vanish out of nowhere, to disappear as soon as you fell asleep, to pop up with another woman in her arms. You agreed to keep things mainly private at first as you unscrambled the wires, and you immediately decided to keep things exclusive, and most importantly you decided to keep the communication open and flowing easily. You’d known each other for years, you’d loved each other nearly as long, but there were still some walls to knock down. That night when you retreated to your bed you simply curled against each other, snuggling deeper into each others arms than you thought was possible, and Casey? Casey was more than happy to stay tangled in your arms all night, giving you the softest most pure good morning kiss that she could.

A few days later you were promptly shipped off to Brooklyn by Melinda, they were very short on staff and very overrun with cases, needing the extra hands that Manhattan didn’t. You didn’t see your usual squad, just the heart warming view of Casey inside your apartment when you came home at the end of the day. It was three weeks of Brooklyn before you had to take off to D.C. for another week at a medical conference, spending the time trapped in hotel rooms while you blatantly ignored the bantering of who was smarter than who based on how many times they were board certified.

You returned to New York just in time for Sonny’s birthday, the squad and lab team meeting up for celebration drinks that night. You’d had enough time to drop your stuff off at home and shower before heading out to the pub, telling Casey you’d meet her there as soon as she was done work. You were more than excited and relieved to be back in your regular borough, with your regular team. You were up at the bar getting your first drink, waiting for Casey when you got a rather large surprise in the form of Nick joining you, his hand entangled in someone else’s.

“Y/N! Hey!” She pulled you into a quick hug.

“Maria?!” You returned the hug, feeling your heart jump in your chest, “I didn’t realize you’d..be here..”

“We’ll have to catch up!” She turned to Nick, “Glass of red?” Quickly kissing his cheek she ran off to the bathroom. You turned to Nick, brow cocked.

“So…she doesn’t know…?” You gestured slightly between the two of you.

“No.” He took a swig of beer, “She thinks you’re a lesbian.”

“Thank fuck.” You muttered, he laughed, giving you a quizzical look.

“What?”

“I may be like low key terrified of her. She could snap my neck in seconds…” He let out a hearty laugh at that.

“Hey, sorry to dump that on ya like this. I would’ve told you sooner but things kinda happened so fast, where’ve you been anyways?”

“Brooklyn, D.C. It’s been a month.” You gave him a gentle smile, “And don’t worry about it, things…have a way of working out.” Your eyes moved up at the sound of the door opening, smile breaking across your face as Casey made her way to you.

“Hey.” She greeted softly, surprising both you and Nick as she pulled you into a deep kiss, smile evident against both of your lips. You weren’t sure if she was putting on a bit of an extra show to shove it to Amaro or if she really just missed you that much (to be honest it was both, and she had missed the feeling of your lips more than she could ever have imagined). Nick simply smirked,

“Glad to see you two worked things out.” You laughed, passing a drink to Casey as she linked your free hand in yours while you made your way to join the rest of the squad.

The night passed smoothly and quickly, there wasn’t an eye batted at the PDA shown between you and Casey, and you were beyond thrilled. You spent the night not leaving each others sides, hands linked, fingers trailing through hair, little stolen kisses in quiet moments. You stifled back a small yawn, the long hours of the week and the added travelling finally getting to you. Casey kissed your cheek gently, asking if you wanted to go, and you quickly made your good byes, leaving the bar hand in hand, your head gently leaning against her shoulder in the uber. You tossed your keys onto the entrance way table, kicking off your shoes when you returned to your apartment, Casey following suit before giving your arm a squeeze.

“How tired are you?” She quirked a brow, you gave a soft giggle, knowing exactly why she was asking, tugging her to you in a gentle kiss.

“Not that tired.”

“Good.” She kissed you again, “Cause I wanna show you just how much I missed you, just how much I love you.”

“Mmm…do you now?” You smirked against her, lips meeting hers with more passion this time as you dragged her towards the bedroom. Casey slowly tugged off your clothing, the power dynamic quickly shifting to remind you that she was the one in charge tonight.

You nearly whimpered at the way her lips trailed across your jawline, down your neck, teeth nipping into your pulse point, sucking gently at it as she let your bra topple to the floor. Hands traced up your body that you shivered at before they cupped at your tits, rolling your nipples between delicate fingers, bringing them to peaks, bringing gasps from your lips. You collapsed against the bed under her frame, giggling lightly against her lips while she kissed you again, you tugged at her clothes, begging to feel her skin against yours. She was quick to comply, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as your hands tickled against her bare skin. Casey’s hand trailed between your thighs, relishing in the sound of your breath hitching when she hit your lower folds, toying with them, rolling your clit gently between her fingers. You let out a loud gasp when she unexpectedly sunk two into you, slowly pumping in and you, curling them every second thrust. You whined, pulling her mouth back to yours, lips whispering a hushed ‘I love you’ against hers, eyes pouring with adoration into hers as she watched you come undone, whimpering and shuddering beneath her. You came quicker than she’d imagined, clearly you’d obeyed her, not touching yourself while you were away. She softly pulled her fingers from your drenched pussy, kissing you deeply.

“I love you.” She murmured against your lips before hers left a pattern down your body, her teeth nibbling against your inner thighs.

You barely had a moment to recover before her tongue swept through your cunt, nearly yelping as it flicked against your clit, a moan of her name leaving your mouth. You felt her arms wrap around your thighs as your head tossed back against the pillows, the feeling of her mouth against you nearly too much to handle. With expertise she sucked against you, pulling you into her mouth, sucking and licking against you, groaning at your sweet taste. Her tongue sunk into you, pulling out more of your juices, drinking in as much of them as she could. She ate you out like a woman starved, like someone devouring their last meal, like someone who could never get enough. Which, truly, she couldn’t ,Casey absolutely loved you, and absolutely loved the taste of you, her head buried between your legs was her favourite place to be, and it always would be. Softly she sunk a finger into your dripping wetness, lips moving up to suck your clit into her mouth, causing a yell to leave your mouth, the pleasure vibrating through your body. You only lasted a few minutes longer, her fingers tapping against your g-spot while her tongue lapped heavily at your clit, your body shaking against her, a muffled scream leaving your lips. Your breaths came out in pants, eyes still screwed shut as she softly stroked at your body, pulling you towards her, encouraging you to curl around her body. Casey kissed your forehead softly, letting her lips settle there for a moment before settling against the pillows a hand toying with your hair while the other tugged the blankets up around the two of you.

“You okay?” Her voice was quiet, barely breaking the silence of the room, you nodded against her skin.

“Mmhmm.” You kissed her chest gently, “I love you.” You murmured, “And I’ll always need you.”

“I love you too.” She tugged you tighter to her body, urging you into a gentle sleep. “I’ll need you forever.”

Three words.

Eight letters.

That was all it took for you to fall completely in love with your best friend, and now, you were finally able to spend the rest of your lives wrapped in each others arms.

#casey novak #casey novak x reader #three words #law and order #law and order svu #svu #law and order special victims unit

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golden-heart-beats · 2 years

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wait come back I’m DESPERATE to hear about the DHMIS/Utena AU

AHHH THIS IS SO FUNNY I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D NOTICE MY TAG LET ALONE ASK ABOUT IT DJKHSKJDH LMAO. Good news for you because I actually DID make it so I’m just gonna text-dump all of my random ideas I came up with. (Also note feel free to imagine them as either puppets or humanized designs it honestly goes either way with this weird ass au)

Red Guy is our protag here — he was abandoned at a young age and raised in a communal home in-between shifting between endless foster parents. Without any real connections to keep him anchored, he sort of drifted through life and grew to be a depressed and apathetic teenager. But by chance, he met a traveling artist (Leslie) who selected him amongst everyone else at the home to be her student of the day.

Eccentric and sweet, she was the first person to really look at Red Guy, comforting his pain and introducing him to the world of art (puppetry, traditional, claymation, etc) and all that she had learned. Touched by his strength, she gave Red Guy not only two special hand-puppets (one of Bird and one of Yellow Guy) alongside a special key that hung on a necklace (this aus version of the rose signets) under the promise he wouldn’t forget that and come back to be her student once more.

However, Red Guy decided he wanted to be a teacher himself, so now as a mid-20 something, he’s an film / general multi-media art teacher newly hired to Clayhill Academy; but immediately his tentative dreams for a peaceful life helping students is thrown out the window when he catches the other art teacher (obviously sketchbook) more or less bullying and mocking one of her students, who he quickly notices not only do BOTH of them have the same key necklace, but the kid is an exact replica of the puppet he was given as a teenager.

Of course, being red guy, he tries to just ignore it and stay in his own lane, but gets fed up as he sees a lot of what he went through being repeated with the poor kid. So he tries to have a mature conversation about it, but sketchbook is just “oh! You got a key, huh? How fun! :> meet me at the battlegrounds to fight” and he's just ??? huh?

Soon afterwards he meets Duck, who not only is yet again a copy of his puppets, but claims to be a representative of their ultimate teacher. He explains that those chosen by her fight over the child, who must then be taught under their tutelage as it is said he has the power to revolutionize the world — thus, the teachers fight over him so their worldview and wants will be the forefront of the brand new world he’ll one day awaken.

Red guy is just “!?!? YOU GUYS ARE INSANE” but ends up getting involved because of course he does. He also gets a cool magical girl outfit and a sword, but I’m unsure of what it should look like. He hates it either way.

Anyways, he ends up winning the fight and now is the teacher of Yellow Guy. Soon afterwards, Duck announces that they will be living in his pampered living quarters all together to ensure not only Yellow Guy’s safety, but to report back on insight from his mysterious boss throughout the series.

So yes, it’s an evil found family of three weirdos involved in a shadowy and confusing prophecy being attacked by underpaid teachers desperately trying to get any use of their major.

#Pent.txt #DWEKJHDKJWEHFKJHFJKHFKJFHJ!!!!!!!#I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE IM JUST BANGING ON THE KEYBOARD

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mrsbsmooth · 5 months

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Scripts - S7 - Episode 20 (Part 2 of 2)

Chats around the villa (Evan + OG boy or Evan & Vicky), Date with who you married in SMP

&Gym: Evan, {0}

You walk over to the gym to find {0} doing weights, Evan is spotting him.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hey, boys!

{0} drops his weights and both the boys give you their undivided attention.

{0}_HAPPY: Hey, {1}. Always a pleasure to see you.

EVAN_HAPPY: That was gonna be my opening line.

{0}_HAPPY: Should’ve spoken up then.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Boys, boys, simmer down.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I didn’t come over here to listen to you bicker.

{0}_HAPPY: You came to watch me work on my abs, obviously.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Actually, I came to see how you’re feeling about tonight.

EVAN_IDLE: Same as before. Worried, but trying to keep my focus on good vibes.

{0}_HAPPY: Which is why he chose to hang out with me.

EVAN_HAPPY: Yeah, that and Travis was unavailable.

{0}_HAPPY: Ouch!

EVAN_HAPPY: In all seriousness I have been nice and distracted.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Until I came over and reminded you about tonight.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Well, yeah. But getting to see you is always a win.

EVAN_HAPPY: Even if you’re reminding me about upcoming dumpings.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think we need to worry, it’s the couples that need to be stressing.

{0}_IDLE: Especially the newest ones.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, {1}. That was inconsiderate.

Accept his apology

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s cool, don’t worry.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve already forgotten what you said.

{0}_HAPPY: Appreciate it, {1}.

Acknowledge he might be right

PLAYER_IDLE: You may be right, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll find out tonight either way.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I still feel bad for putting my foot in it.

Ignore it

PLAYER_IDLE: What are your plans for the rest of the day?

EVAN_HAPPY: Oh, nothing special. Just living in denial about tonight.

{0}_HAPPY: Thanks for skipping over my foot in mouth moment.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Bringing it up kinda undoes the skipping over.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re not wrong.

Disagree

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Nope, you’re way off with that one.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think some of the new couples will be totally fine.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: You’re right. Sorry for my foot in mouth moment.

EVAN_IDLE: If you ask me, not that anyone did, but I’ll power on.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: The people most likely to get dumped are either single.

EVAN_IDLE: Or people in an annoying couple.

EVAN_IDLE: Single, equals me and {0}.

EVAN_IDLE: Most annoying couple equals who, {0}?

{0}_HAPPY: And you can’t vote for yourself, that’s the easy way out.

Vote for you and Vicky anyway

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m choosing to ignore you, {0}. I’m voting for me and Vicky.

{0}_HAPPY: Boo, no fair.

EVAN_HAPPY: I respect that, {0}.

Bonnie and Travis

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe Bonnie and Travis.

{0}_HAPPY: I get that, there’s something about that Travis guy that’s annoying me.

EVAN_HAPPY: Could it be that he stole your partner?

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t remind me!

{0}_IDLE: I’m surprised you said Bonnie, {1}. I thought you two were close.

{0}_IDLE: Guess I don’t know everything.

EVAN_HAPPY: You definitely don’t know everything.

Uma and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: Hmm, Uma and {0}.

{0}_IDLE: I totally get that, more Bryson than Uma though.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t find them that annoying to be honest.

EVAN_IDLE: They don’t annoy me.

Daphne and Rafael

PLAYER_IDLE: Daphne and Rafael would be my vote.

{0}_IDLE: Their happy couple energy can be annoying at times.

EVAN_IDLE: I like that they’re so into each other, it’s nice.

{0} and {1}

PLAYER_IDLE: {0} and {1} would be my vote.

EVAN_IDLE: I think they’d get my vote too.

Summer and Joyo

PLAYER_IDLE: Erm, Summer and Joyo could get my vote.

{0}_IDLE: Yeah, I kinda get that.

EVAN_IDLE: I dunno, I think there are more annoying couples than them.

EVAN_HAPPY: But, if we were voting for least annoying person, you’d get my vote, {0}.

EVAN_HAPPY: You’re so easy to talk to and you make me laugh.

EVAN_HAPPY: I think you’re pretty amazing.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Erm, should I leave?

EVAN_HAPPY: I forgot you were here.

{0}_HAPPY: Clearly! I’ll go back to my weights.

{0}_HAPPY: Catch ya later, {1}.

EVAN_HAPPY: I did say I didn’t want to leave anything unsaid, right?

EVAN_HAPPY: So, I hope you stay here until the end.

You too!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I feel the same about you. I hope you stay.

Thanks

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, Evan. Nice of you to say Evan.

Before Evan can respond, {0} shouts over.

{0}_SURPRISED: Erm, hello. I can’t spot myself, you know!

EVAN_HAPPY: Duty calls, catch you later, {0}.

Evan gives you a wave before rushing over to spot {0}.

&Inside: Evan, Vicky

You find Evan and Vicky standing by the entrance.

VICKY_HAPPY: Hey, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hey, Vicky. Hi, Evan.

PLAYER_IDLE: Just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing.

VICKY_SAD: I’m super nervous, not only am I new to the villa, I’m in a new couple too.

VICKY_SAD: I don’t think I’m in the best position right now.

VICKY_SAD: Especially with what’s going on between the two of you.

EVAN_SAD: I won’t pretend I haven’t had the same worries.

EVAN_IDLE: But I don’t see the point of spending potentially my last day here worrying about it.

EVAN_IDLE: Do you think that’s the best plan, {0}?

Great plan, don’t worry

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds like a great plan to me, Evan!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Gotta enjoy every second.

EVAN_HAPPY: Love that we’re on the same wavelength, {0}.

That’s a terrible plan

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I think that’s a bad idea, Evan.

EVAN_SAD: I really thought we would’ve been on the same wavelength, {0}.

EVAN_IDLE: I’m still sticking with it, the plan works for me.

I couldn’t say

PLAYER_IDLE: I couldn’t really say Evan.

PLAYER_IDLE: Just do what works for you.

EVAN_IDLE: Guess that’s all I can do.

EVAN_HAPPY: I want to spend the day getting to know everyone more.

VICKY_HAPPY: That sounds a lot more fun than wallowing.

VICKY_IDLE: But I can’t help that my mind keeps going to the dumping.

VICKY_IDLE: I don’t think anyone is safe.

VICKY_IDLE: Even a strong couple could be split up.

EVAN_IDLE: I really don’t think it will be an individual vote.

EVAN_IDLE: Either way, the best thing we can do is stop guessing, it doesn’t help.

EVAN_IDLE: Right, {0}? No more guessing?

Stop guessing

PLAYER_IDLE: I think we should stop guessing.

PLAYER_IDLE: Evan’s right, it doesn’t help.

VICKY_IDLE: Well, I like to think of all the possible outcomes.

EVAN_HAPPY: Sounds like something that could take a while.

VICKY_HAPPY: That’s true and I am feeling pretty hungry.

VICKY_HAPPY: Ok, I’ll eat and then spiral.

Definitely keep guessing

PLAYER_IDLE: I think guess away, what’s the harm in it?

VICKY_IDLE: I agree with {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: But I’m feeling snacky so I’ll eat first and then I’ll spiral.

EVAN_HAPPY: You know what, food does sound good, I might go grab a bite too.

EVAN_HAPPY: Later, {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: Bye, {0}.

Vicky and Evan head to the kitchen.

You and the others gather in the kitchen. The double dumping is on everyone’s minds.

Travis gives you a cheeky smile as he leans over quietly.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Did you learn anything interesting from your chats?

So much!

PLAYER_IDLE: Think everyone has their own theories on who’s in trouble.

PLAYER_IDLE: It was illuminating, put it that way.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Well, we do know one thing for certain, it’s gonna be an eventful night.

Nothing at all

PLAYER_IDLE: Nope, nothing worth mentioning.

TRAVIS_SURPRISED: Really?

TRAVIS_IDLE: I was sure everyone would have things to say about tonight.

I’m not saying

PLAYER_IDLE: There’s nothing I want to share.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Keeping your cards close to your chest?

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s nice to keep some things private.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I can agree with that.

Suddenly, your phone pings.

BONNIE_SURPRISED: Who got a text?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: It was me!

UMA_HAPPY: Read it out!

LITEXT: {0}, for having the best proposal during Snog, Marry, Pie, you have won a date with {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: This is gonna be so much fun, {1}.

It definitely will be!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: If I’m going on a date with you, there’s no way we couldn’t have fun.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m glad you feel that way.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t wait.

Let’s wait and see

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s wait and see shall we?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, good idea, don’t want to put too much pressure on it.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just see what happens.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Enough chit chat, we need to get you ready.

You and the others gather in the kitchen. The double dumping is on everyone’s minds.

Vicky gives you a cheeky smile as she leans over to ask you something quietly.

VICKY_HAPPY: Did you learn anything interesting from your chats?

So much!

PLAYER_IDLE: Yep, everyone has their own theories on who could be in trouble.

PLAYER_IDLE: {0} is confident she’s not going anywhere.

PLAYER_IDLE: Bonnie is worried she could be dumped.

VICKY_IDLE: Well, we do know one thing for certain, it’s gonna be an eventful night.

Nothing at all

PLAYER_IDLE: Nope, nothing worth mentioning.

VICKY_SURPRISED: Really?

VICKY_IDLE: I was sure everyone would have things to say about tonight.

I’m not saying

PLAYER_IDLE: There’s nothing I want to share.

VICKY_IDLE: Keeping your cards close to your chest?

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s nice to keep some things private.

VICKY_HAPPY: We can agree on that.

Suddenly, your phone pings.

BONNIE_SURPRISED: Who got a text?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: It was me!

UMA_HAPPY: Read it out.

LITEXT: {0}, for having the best proposal during Snog, Marry, Pie, you have won a date with {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: This will be so much fun, {1}.

It definitely will be

PLAYER_FLIRTY: If I’m going on a date with you, there’s no way we couldn’t have fun.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m glad you feel that way.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t wait.

Wait and see

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s wait and see shall we?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, good idea. Don’t want to put too much pressure on it.

{0}_HAPPY: Let’s just see what happens.

UMA_HAPPY: Enough chit chat, we need to get you ready.

You and the girls rush inside to get ready for your date.

The girls gather around you to discuss your upcoming date.

UMA_HAPPY: Getting you ready to go on this date is a nice distraction.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Yeah, let’s talk about what you’re gonna wear for your hot date.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Yeah, let’s talk about what you’re gonna wear for your hot date.

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t want to spoil the surprise.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m gonna go get ready somewhere else. See you for our date, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: See you later, {0}.

UMA_HAPPY: Oh! I know what you should wear tonight, {0}.

UMA_FLIRTY: That great outfit I wanted to steal.

PLAYER_HAPPY: This one?

SUMMER_HAPPY: Ooh, that’s a winner!

SUMMER_HAPPY: {0} won’t be able to look away.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Ooh, that’s a winner!

DAPHNE_HAPPY: {0} won’t be able to look away.

UMA_HAPPY: Couldn’t agree more, you look amazing, {0}.

UMA_HAPPY: So, what do you think, {0}, are you gonna wear that?

*TRYOUTFIT* I think this is the one!

UMA_HAPPY: 100%, {0}, you look ridiculously good.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I can see why you wanted it, Uma, it’s a look for sure.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: I can see why you wanted it, Uma, it’s a look for sure.

I want to see what else I’ve got

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe I’ll go with this instead.

UMA_IDLE: Are you sure, {0}?

UMA_HAPPY: This could be your final day on Love Island!

UMA_HAPPY: Don’t you want to go all out?

Ok, I’ll try it on again!

SUMMER_HAPPY: You look amazing, {0}.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: You look amazing, {0}.

*TRYOUTFIT* Ok, I have to wear this!

Let me have one more look

Let me see what else I’ve got

I’m happy with this

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m feeling fine in this.

SUMMER_HAPPY: You look great in everything.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: You look great in everything.

UMA_HAPPY: I don’t even have the words to describe how good you look!

UMA_HAPPY: I need to borrow that outfit.

UMA_HAPPY: I don’t even have the words to describe how good you look!

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s do this.

UMA_HAPPY: Before you rush off for your date, we want the deets!

SUMMER_HAPPY: Yeah, where’s your head at, {0}?

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Yeah, where’s your head at, {0}?

I feel good about {0}

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m feeling really good about {0}.

UMA_HAPPY: I love that for you!

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, you two are so cute together.

{0} tries her best to hide her irritation.

I’m not saying

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Wouldn’t you like to know.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh come on, spill!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Nope!

Not sure

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not sure how I’m feeling.

UMA_IDLE: Today’s been so wild. I’m not surprised.

UMA_HAPPY: I’m sure you’ll still have a good time.

UMA_HAPPY: I wonder what {0} is planning to do on this date?

SUMMER_HAPPY: If it were me, I’d be flirting it up non stop.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: If it were me, I’d want to get to know them even more.

{0}_HAPPY: What’s your plan of action, {1}?

Flirt central

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m gonna flirt like it’s going out of fashion.

SUMMER_HAPPY: That’s what I like to hear, {0}.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I guarantee you’ll have {0} weak in the knees.

UMA_HAPPY: I’d do the same thing, {0}.

BONNIE_HAPPY: It’s gonna be a hot date for sure.

UMA_HAPPY: It’s gonna be a hot date for sure.

Learn more

PLAYER_HAPPY: I want to learn all that I can about, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Build an even deeper connection.

UMA_HAPPY: That’s so sweet, {0}.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Obviously, I think that’s a good idea, since I’d do the same thing!

No plan

PLAYER_HAPPY: The plan is… there is no plan!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m just gonna wing it and see where it goes.

{0}_HAPPY: The old no plan plan, I kinda like it.

VICKY_HAPPY: That’s exactly what I would do!

You rush out of the villa, ready for your date with {0}.

You join {0} for an idyllic courtyard date with a bottle of bubbles.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m loving the look, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: Seriously, that outfit, I’m struggling to concentrate.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What can I say, {0}, I’m a knockout.

{0}_FLIRTY: No lies told, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I mean, wow, you look stunning.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks.

{0}_HAPPY: With all that’s been going on today, this is just what I needed.

PLAYER_HAPPY: This being?

{0}_HAPPY: A date with a gorgeous girl!

{0} smiles at you from across the table.

{0}_HAPPY: So, {1} how do you think we should kick off this date?

Tell me something about you

PLAYER_HAPPY: Tell me something about you.

{0}_HAPPY: Something like what?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was talking with the girls earlier and I decided I wanted to have a flirty chat.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: So with that in mind…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Why don’t you tell me a sex position you’ve never tried but always wanted to.

{0}_FLIRTY: Hmm, The Pretzel Dip. But mostly because I like the name!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Sounds delicious. What is it?

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t really know!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Amazing.

{0}_FLIRTY: I love this side of you, {1}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe this side of me will make another appearance.

{0}_FLIRTY: I sure hope so.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I was talking with the girls earlier and I decided I wanted to get to know you more.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So with that in mind…

PLAYER_HAPPY: Why don’t you tell me a story from your childhood.

{0}_HAPPY: When I was twelve I auditioned for a televised talent show.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: No way!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What was your talent?

{0}_HAPPY: If you weren’t obsessed with me before you will be now… it was juggling.

{0}_HAPPY: And it was high stakes, six or seven things up in the air at one time.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Impressive, did you make it onto the show?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Nope, everything landed in the wrong place.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh no!

{0}_HAPPY: No one was hurt! Only my dignity.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good to know.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Whatever you think I’d want to know.

{0}_HAPPY: When I was twelve I auditioned for a televised talent show.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: No way!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What was your talent?

{0}_HAPPY: If you weren’t obsessed with me before you will be now… it was juggling.

{0}_HAPPY: And it was high stakes, six or seven things up in the air at one time.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Impressive, did you make it onto the show?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Nope, everything landed in the wrong place.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh no!

{0}_HAPPY: No one was hurt, only my dignity.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good to know.

Make a toast

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I’ll take a leaf out of your book and go with a toast.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Great minds and all that.

You lift your glass of bubbly and {0} follows your lead.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Cheers to a great date filled with flirting, great banter and of course...

PLAYER_FLIRTY: More flirting.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ll cheers to that!

You lift your glass of bubbly and {0} follows your lead.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Cheers to a great date where we can get to know each other better.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And have some great banter of course.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll cheers to that!

You lift your glass of bubbly and {0} follows your lead.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Cheers to a great date, filled with good vibes and good times.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll cheers to that!

You clink your glasses and take a sip of your drinks.

You choose

PLAYER_IDLE: Why don’t you choose?

{0}_HAPPY: Ok, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: Why don’t we start with a toast?

PLAYER_HAPPY: You have a thing for doing toasts on dates don’t you?

EVAN_FLIRTY: If it ain’t broke.

{0} lifts his glass of bubbly and you follow their lead.

{0} lifts her glass of bubbly and you follow their lead.

{0}_HAPPY: Here’s to having an out of this world date with an out of this world girl.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Bit cringe?

A little cringe

PLAYER_HAPPY: Maybe a little, but I’ll still cheers to it.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll take that!

You clink your glasses and take a sip of your drinks.

Not cringe at all

PLAYER_HAPPY: Not cringe at all, I loved it, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: Phew, glad to hear it!

You clink your glasses and take a sip of your drinks.

{0}_HAPPY: Feels so good to be here with you.

EVAN_HAPPY: I don’t know if you know this…

EVAN_HAPPY: But I was so nervous on the first date we had, I was worried I was gonna blow it.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

EVAN_HAPPY: I’m not as nervous as I was then, but there’s something about you, {0}.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: You make me lose my cool. I’ve been trying hard to hide it.

Yeah, I can tell

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah I can tell.

EVAN_HAPPY: And there was me thinking I was hiding it well.

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’ll have to up my game.

I had no idea

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I had no idea!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You hide it well.

EVAN_HAPPY: I do try.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Here’s something I don’t want to hide, I’m really happy I’ve gotten another date with you.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’ve always had this feeling there was a connection between us.

EVAN_FLIRTY: And then you chose to marry me, so I knew the feeling I had was spot on.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’m enjoying the opportunity to get to know you, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good to know.

EVAN_HAPPY: I didn’t know what to expect coming here, I wasn’t sure I’d connect with anyone.

EVAN_HAPPY: Then I met you and, wow.

EVAN_HAPPY: All I can say. My time here has been better than I could have ever expected.

EVAN_IDLE: But I don’t think I’m the only one that feels that way.

EVAN_IDLE: {0} and Travis didn’t seem too chuffed when you chose to marry me.

EVAN_HAPPY: I was definitely picking up on some jealousy there.

EVAN_HAPPY: What do you reckon, {0}. Are they my competition?

They’re both in the running

PLAYER_IDLE: I could see myself wanting to get to know Travis more.

PLAYER_IDLE: And I have a lot of history with {0}, those feelings don’t just disappear.

EVAN_IDLE: I totally get that.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’m still confident in our connection though.

EVAN_FLIRTY: All I need is a bit of time and I guarantee I’ll have all your attention.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How do you plan on getting it?

Only Travis is

PLAYER_IDLE: I could see myself wanting to get to know Travis more.

EVAN_IDLE: As long as I’m not out of the picture completely.

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can get your focus solely on me.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

Only {0} is

PLAYER_IDLE: I have a lot of history with {0}, those feelings don’t just disappear.

EVAN_IDLE: I totally understand.

EVAN_IDLE: As long as I’m not out of the picture completely.

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can get your focus solely on me.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

You’ve got my sole attention

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Right now, I’m only focusing on you.

EVAN_FLIRTY: You’re making me blush!

EVAN_FLIRTY: I did pick up on the right now phrasing.

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can keep your focus solely on me.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

EVAN_FLIRTY: For starters, I’d keep you laughing with my excellent banter.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Excellent?

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’m standing by it, it’s excellent.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Ok, what else will you do?

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’ll remind you how amazing you are at every opportunity.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Now’s an opportunity.

Evan leans closer to you.

EVAN_FLIRTY: You are amazing, {0}.

You both take a sip of your drinks and admire the surroundings.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Even though we shared that incredible night on the daybeds together.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Note to self. Must get {0} more flowers.

TRAVIS_EMBARRASSED: I was still nervous about choosing to marry you.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: But I’m so glad I went for it.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I took a gamble marrying you in Snog, Marry, Pie and I’m so glad it paid off.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: There’s no one else I’d rather be on a date with.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good to hear.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: And judging from Snog, Marry, Pie I’m not the only one that thinks that.

TRAVIS_IDLE: It’s no secret you have options, {0}.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Evan and {0} have made that pretty clear.

TRAVIS_IDLE: You don’t have to tell me. But are you interested in exploring something with them?

Yes, with Evan

PLAYER_IDLE: I could see myself wanting to get to know Evan more.

TRAVIS_IDLE: As long as I’m not cut out of the picture completely…

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can get your focus solely on me anyway.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really, how do you plan on doing that?

Yes, with {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: I have a lot of history with {0}, those feelings don’t just disappear.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Yeah, I get that, {0}.

TRAVIS_IDLE: As long as I’m not out of the picture completely…

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can get your focus solely on me anyway.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

I’m interested in both of them

PLAYER_IDLE: I could see myself wanting to get to know Evan more.

PLAYER_IDLE: And I have a lot of history with {0}, those feelings don’t just disappear.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Yeah, I get that, {0}.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I’m still confident about our connection though.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: All I need is a bit of time and I guarantee I’ll have all your attention.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Is that so? How do you plan on getting it?

I’m only into you

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Right now, the only option I’m interested in is you.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: That’s very good to hear, {0}.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I did pick up on the right now phrasing.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can keep your focus solely on me though.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

I’d rather not say

PLAYER_IDLE: I’d rather not say.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Fair enough, {0}.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m just hoping I can show you I’m worth your full focus.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How intriguing, how do you intend to do that?

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: For starters, I’d keep you laughing with my excellent banter.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Excellent?

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m standing by it, it’s excellent.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Ok, what else will you do?

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’ll remind you how amazing you are at every opportunity.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Now’s an opportunity.

Travis leans closer to you.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: You are amazing, {0}.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: After the first night I got to share a bed with you.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I couldn’t imagine sleeping beside anyone else.

You both take a sip of your drinks and admire the surroundings.

{0}_SAD: After {1} stole you, I was worried that it would push us apart.

{0}_HAPPY: But you chose to spend the night with me, even after that.

{0}_SAD: And I know the next day you had some doubts, but I knew that couldn’t be it for us.

{0}_HAPPY: And then you asked to marry me.

{0}_FLIRTY: I didn’t think things could get any better after that night on the daybeds.

{0}_FLIRTY: I won’t be forgetting that anytime soon.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You should get me flowers more often.

{0}_FLIRTY: Oh, I plan to.

{0}_HAPPY: I was so relieved we hadn’t lost our connection.

PLAYER_IDLE: What about you and {0}?

PLAYER_IDLE: She didn’t seem friendzoned during Snog, Marry, Pie.

{0}_IDLE: There’s nothing between us, {1}. I promise, that’s in the past.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t think of anyone else but you.

{0}_IDLE: You believe me, right?

Of course I do

PLAYER_HAPPY: I believe you, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m happy to hear that.

{0}_IDLE: I didn’t think you’d doubt me after earlier today.

{0}_IDLE: I never would have done that if I was interested in {1}.

Not one word

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t believe you, {0}. Not. One. Word.

{0}_SAD: I’m sorry you feel that way, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: Especially after earlier today.

{0}_IDLE: I never would have done that if I was interested in {1}.

{0}_IDLE: I’ll prove to you, you’re the only person I’m interested in.

{0}_IDLE: I’ll keep putting the work in to prove you’re the only person I’m interested in.

Actions speak louder than words

PLAYER_IDLE: Actions speak louder than words in here, {0}.

{0}_IDLE: You’re not wrong.

{0}_IDLE: It can be hard to know what’s true in here.

{0}_IDLE: But after the time we spent together earlier.

{0}_IDLE: I never would have done it if I was interested in {1}.

{0}_IDLE: I’ll prove to you, you’re the only person I’m interested in.

{0}_IDLE: But I’m going to put the work in to prove you’re the only person I’m interested in.

{0}_IDLE: Tonight’s dumping makes getting this date with you even more special.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah?

{0}_IDLE: I don’t want either of us to leave. But we’ve had a really great ride, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: Our time in Casa Amor was perfect.

{0}_HAPPY: And I wanted it to be smooth sailing all the way.

{0}_IDLE: But {1} didn’t help with that plan.

{0}_IDLE: And neither did {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I want us to get back to smooth sailing.

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t you want that too, {1}?

Yes, no more drama

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m sooo over the drama!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just want to have fun and enjoy myself.

{0}_HAPPY: Same here.

I can’t say

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know what I want.

{0}_IDLE: That’s ok, you don’t have to know.

{0}_HAPPY: Let’s just enjoy the rest of our date.

You both take a sip of your drinks and admire the surroundings.

{0}_SAD: After Vicky stole you, I was so worried it would push us apart.

BONNIE_SAD: But you chose to spend the night with me, even after she stole you.

BONNIE_SAD: And I know the next day you had some regrets, but I just knew that couldn’t be it for us.

BONNIE_HAPPY: And then you asked to marry me.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I didn’t think things could get any better after we shared that night on the daybeds.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I won’t be forgetting that anytime soon.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You should get me flowers more often.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Oh I plan to.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I was so relieved we hadn’t lost our connection.

BONNIE_IDLE: Tonight’s dumping makes getting this date with you even more special.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah?

BONNIE_IDLE: I don’t want either of us to leave. But we’ve had a really great ride.

BONNIE_IDLE: Don’t you think, {0}?

It’s been great

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’ve had such an amazing time, Bonnie.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I wouldn’t change a thing.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I couldn’t agree more.

Not really

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s not been that great.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: That’s told me!

BONNIE_HAPPY: Hopefully this date will make you feel differently.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Our time in Casa Amor was pretty perfect to me.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I wanted it to be smooth sailing all the way.

BONNIE_IDLE: But Vicky didn’t help with that plan.

BONNIE_IDLE: I just want it to be uncomplicated, so we can focus on having fun with each other.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Don’t you want that too, {0}?

Let’s say goodbye to the drama

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m soooo over the drama!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just want to have fun and enjoy myself.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Same here.

I can’t say

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know what I want.

BONNIE_IDLE: That’s ok, you don’t have to know.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Let’s just enjoy the rest of our date.

You both take a sip of your drinks and admire the surroundings.

VICKY_HAPPY: I took a gamble marrying you in Snog, Marry, Pie and I’m so glad it paid off.

VICKY_HAPPY: Even though we shared that incredible night on the daybeds together.

VICKY_HAPPY: Note to self. Must get {0} more flowers.

VICKY_EMBARRASSED: I was still nervous about choosing to marry you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

VICKY_HAPPY: Yeah! But I’m so glad I went for it.

VICKY_HAPPY: There’s no one else I’d rather be on a date with.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good to know.

VICKY_HAPPY: And judging from Snog, Marry, Pie I’m not the only one that thinks that.

VICKY_IDLE: It’s no secret you have options, {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: Throw a stone in this place and it would land on someone who has a thing for you.

VICKY_IDLE: Bonnie and {0} have made it pretty clear they’re open to you.

VICKY_IDLE: You don’t have to tell me…

VICKY_IDLE: But are you interested in exploring something with them?

Me and Bonnie have a connection

PLAYER_IDLE: I could see myself wanting to get to know Bonnie more.

VICKY_IDLE: As long as I’m not out of the picture completely, I can deal with it.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can get your focus solely on me anyway.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really, how do you plan on doing that?

{0} is my day one

PLAYER_IDLE: I have a lot of history with {0}, those feelings don’t just disappear.

VICKY_IDLE: Yeah, I get that, {0}.

VICKY_IDLE: As long as I’m not out of the picture completely, I can deal with it.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can get your focus solely on me anyway.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

I’m interested in both of them

PLAYER_IDLE: I could see myself wanting to get to know Bonnie more.

PLAYER_IDLE: And I have a lot of history with {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Those feelings don’t just disappear.

VICKY_IDLE: Yeah, I get that, {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: I’m still confident about our connection though.

VICKY_FLIRTY: All I need is a bit of time and I guarantee I’ll have all your attention.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Is that so? How do you plan on getting it?

I’m only into you

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Right now, the only option I’m interested in is you.

VICKY_FLIRTY: That’s very good to hear, {0}.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I did pick up on the right now phrasing.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can keep your focus solely on me though.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

I’d rather not say

PLAYER_IDLE: I’d rather not say.

VICKY_IDLE: Fair enough, {0}.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I’m just gonna keep doing what I can to show you what you mean to me.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How intriguing, what does that consist of?

VICKY_FLIRTY: For starters, I’ll remind you how amazing you are at every opportunity.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Now’s an opportunity.

Vicky leans closer to you.

VICKY_FLIRTY: You are amazing, {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: After the first night I got to share a bed with you.

VICKY_HAPPY: I couldn’t imagine sleeping beside anyone else.

You both take a sip of your drinks and admire the surroundings.

{0}_IDLE: I’m sure everyone has asked who you think is in trouble tonight.

{0}_IDLE: Has today changed your mind about who you want to go?

Not even a little

PLAYER_IDLE: Nope, I still think the same people are going.

{0}_SURPRISED: Really?

{0}_IDLE: I’ve changed my mind so many times today.

{0}_IDLE: Not long until you find out if you were right.

I’m seeing things differently now

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, I’ve changed my mind.

{0}_IDLE: I’m not surprised, I’ve changed my mind so many times today.

{0}_IDLE: Look at us, being on the same wavelength, how romantic.

I never knew

PLAYER_IDLE: I actually never really knew who I wanted to go.

{0}_SURPRISED: Really?

{0}_IDLE: I’ve always known…

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Actually, I’ve changed my mind a few times.

PLAYER_IDLE: What do you think is happening back at the villa?

{0}_IDLE: Other than everyone continuing to speculate about tonight?

{0}_HAPPY: Grafting, grafting and ermmm, more grafting!

PLAYER_IDLE: If you’re here {0} won’t be grafting anyone.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m not even remotely interested in what’s happening at the villa.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m only interested in you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’d love to stay out here a little longer and chat some more.

{0}_FLIRTY: What do you say, {1}, do you wanna stay here and talk some more?

*I want to stay and talk

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was in no hurry to leave.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s music to my ears, {1}.

We should get back

PLAYER_IDLE: We should probably get back.

{0}_FLIRTY: Are you sure?

{0}_HAPPY: This could be our final night here.

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t you want to spend as much time alone as we can?

*I do

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re right, we should take advantage of this alone time.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s music to my ears, {1}.

Nah, I think we should leave

PLAYER_IDLE: We really should get back.

{0}_IDLE: Ok, {1}. I should probably get my stuff organised, just in case.

{0}_FLIRTY: It means a lot that you wanted to stay with me a bit longer.

{0}_HAPPY: Today’s been a lot, but every time I’ve been with you I’ve felt a whole lot better.

{0}_HAPPY: You make me feel at ease and it’s so easy for me to open up around you.

{0}_HAPPY: I hope I make you feel the same.

We’re on the same page

PLAYER_HAPPY: You do! I feel so comfortable around you, like I could tell you anything.

{0}_HAPPY: You can tell me anything, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I want to know everything there is to know about you.

Quite the opposite

PLAYER_IDLE: You don’t, {0}.

{0}_SAD: That’s disappointing.

{0}_IDLE: Hopefully I can change that.

You’re getting there

PLAYER_IDLE: You’re certainly getting closer, {0}.

{0}_IDLE: Hopefully I can keep doing that.

{0}_FLIRTY: These things can take time.

{0}_HAPPY: I appreciate how honest you are.

{0}_HAPPY: I love that we’re on the same page.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s one of the many reasons why my head isn’t turning for anyone else.

PLAYER_IDLE: How can you be so sure?

{0}_FLIRTY: Other than the simple fact there’s no one else I’d rather be sitting across from?

{0}_FLIRTY: You light up a room, you know how to have a good time, you make me laugh.

{0}_FLIRTY: {1}, you make my heart go a mile a minute.

{0}_HAPPY: That actually reminds me of a funny story.

PLAYER_HAPPY: A funny story involving miles? Can it really be true?

{0}_HAPPY: I think you’ll find it can be.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the 10 outta 10 hot boy you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the cool, calm, collected guy you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always this alluring man of mystery you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the suave guy you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the easy going Adonis you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the alluring artist you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the confident snack of a woman you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the enticing banter queen you see before you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Surely that can’t be true?!

{0}_HAPPY: Your sarcasm has been noted and ignored.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Will you be getting to the point sometime soon?

{0}_IDLE: It was secondary school. Sports day.

{0}_IDLE: The 100 metre sprint was my sport of choice.

PLAYER_IDLE: Are there any miles in this story?

{0}_IDLE: No, I just wanted to tell this story and needed some sort of bridging.

{0}_HAPPY: As I was saying, it was sports day and winning was on my mind.

{0}_HAPPY: There were a few of us in the race, but my sole competition was Morgan.

{0}_HAPPY: Morgan had been beating me for years, this was my moment to turn the tables.

{0}_HAPPY: We lined up at the starting blocks. The whistle blew and we were off.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m sure you can guess what happened next.

You lost, by a lot?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Something tells me you lost, but an embarrassing amount?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I wish I could tell you you’re wrong…

{0}_HAPPY: And I can, because I won. My feet barely touched the ground.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess congratulations are in order.

{0}_HAPPY: I can still see the look on Morgan’s face.

{0}_HAPPY: Utter despair.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I don’t know if I’d describe this as a funny story?

{0}_HAPPY: You’re right, it’s a story of victory.

You won by a landslide?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Something tells me you won, by an impressive amount?

{0}_IDLE: Technically, I was the victor.

{0}_HAPPY: My feet barely touched the ground, I was flying through the air.

{0}_HAPPY: I crossed that finish line like there was a million pounds waiting on the other side.

PLAYER_IDLE: So, what’s with the technically?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well... turns out I false started and I was quickly disqualified.

{0}_HAPPY: In my heart though, I’m still a winner.

{0} laughs at the memory.

PLAYER_HAPPY: At least you can laugh about it.

I can’t guess

PLAYER_IDLE: I couldn’t possibly guess, please spill the beans.

{0}_IDLE: Well, {1}, technically, I was the victor.

{0}_HAPPY: My feet barely touched the ground, I was flying through the air.

{0}_HAPPY: I crossed that finish line like there was a million pounds waiting on the other side.

PLAYER_IDLE: So, what’s with the technically?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well... turns out I false started and I was quickly disqualified.

{0}_HAPPY: In my heart though, I’m still a winner.

{0} laughs at the memory.

PLAYER_HAPPY: At least you can laugh about it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You feel like having a race now?

{0}_FLIRTY: My racing days are over. There is something I’d like to do now though.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh, what’s that?

{0}_FLIRTY: Right now there’s nothing I’d rather do than kiss you.

Kiss like it’s your last chance

You stand up and walk towards {0}’s side of the table.

She stands and meets you halfway.

As you wrap your arms around her neck, her arms go around your waist.

Your bodies come together and your eyes close as your lips meet.

This feeling is beyond simple passion, you find yourself lost in a wave of euphoria.

You cling to each other not wanting this moment to end, the softness of her lips against yours is perfection.

You bring the passionate kiss to a close and look at each other. A satisfied smile on {0}’s face.

He stands and meets you halfway.

As you wrap your arms around his neck, his arms go around your waist.

Your bodies come together and your eyes close as your lips meet.

This feeling is beyond simple passion, you find yourself lost in waves of euphoria.

You cling to each other not wanting this moment to end, the softness of his lips against yours is perfection.

You bring the passionate kiss to a close and look at each other. A satisfied smile on {0}’s face.

Gentle peck

You stand up and walk towards {0}’s side of the table.

She stands and meets you halfway. As you wrap your arms around her neck, her arms go around your waist.

Your bodies come together and your eyes close as you place a gentle, but passionate kiss on {0}’s lips.

You pull away from {0} and look into her eyes.

He stands and meets you halfway. As you wrap your arms around his neck, his arms go around your waist.

Your bodies come together and your eyes close as you place a gentle, but passionate kiss on {0}’s lips.

You pull away from {0} and look into his eyes.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think we should leave it there.

A hug is fine

You stand up and walk towards {0}’s side of the table.

She stands and meets you halfway. As you wrap your arms around her neck, her arms go around your waist.

You let yourself melt into her warm embrace.

You finally pull away from {0} and look into each other's eyes.

He stands and meets you halfway. As you wrap your arms around his neck, his arms go around your waist.

You let yourself melt into his warm embrace.

You finally pull away from {0} and look into each other's eyes.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think we should leave it there.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t imagine having this experience without you, {1}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: The day I met you I knew you’d be the one I’d go to the final with.

{0}_HAPPY: We might have had some uncertain moments, but it’s always been you, {1}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sorry if that was too intense.

It’s a bit much

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: That was a bit TMI.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, I worried it might be.

{0}_IDLE: But I just wanted you to know, in case I go tonight.

I’m so glad you told me!

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s so sweet! I love that you shared that with me.

{0}_HAPPY: Phew! I was worried you’d think it was a bit much.

PLAYER_HAPPY: No way!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: In fact, I’m looking forward to all the other nice things you’ll say about me.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m happy we got to spend this time together, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: Definitely feel even closer to you now.

With the date over, the two of you head back into the villa.

You and {0} are chatting happily about your date as you cross the lawn.

{0}_IDLE: It’s so quiet, everyone must be inside.

{0}_IDLE: You’d think they’d be here to get the gossip on the date.

{0}_HAPPY: I guess they’re not as nosey as I thought.

You and {0} are suddenly stopped in your tracks as you notice two figures in the garden.

They appear to be getting intimate, as one of them straddles the other.

You and {0} stand open-mouthed as you realise the figure on top is Uma.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Is that Uma?!

{0}_SURPRISED: It is, and that is not {1} she’s straddling!

NARRATOR: I know what we’re all thinking, what a scandal!

NARRATOR: But for all we know Uma’s straddling might have a completely innocent explanation…

NARRATOR: Like there was a really strong gust of wind and that straddle was the only thing keeping her from being whisked away…

NARRATOR: Nah, I don’t buy it either. This just might go from a Double Dumping to a quadruple!

NARRATOR: Find out next time if Uma and her late night lover can talk their way out of this one.

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Hello!!! I have a knb request!!! Could I please request an aomine/taiga (separate or you can do just one I don't mind!) x reader where the boys have recently been dumped and is now with the reader who's trying not to feel like a rebound and second choice (maybe they're good friends with him and have been for a while and has just been pining away?) but it looks like he might get back with his ex? You can decide how it ends!!! Thank you!

Hiiii omg thanks for the request, love 💕 I chose to write on Kagami only since I've never written an OS on him, so I hope that's ok; it's also kinda a college au (not requested but hope it's not a problem)! Anyways, enjoy it :) xx

It just makes sense // Kagami Taiga x gn! Reader

Context: when you comfort your best friend after his break-up, you surely don't expect things to take such direction for you two...

Warnings: kinda hurt/comfort, best friends to lovers hihi (bc it's my fav trope 🤭), mention of alcohol but it's not important to the plot, very fluffy <3

“I’m not gonna tell you the cliché stuff like... it happened for a good reason, or you deserve better. Although you do, you know, things shouldn’t suck like that for you.”

Taiga hums softly, as you look at the stars. At this early hour of the morning, they’re more apparent, somewhat calming despite the context you’re in. Not long ago, you were woken up by your phone ringing, your best friend’s number appearing on screen. It isn’t a rare occurrence – you’re used to receiving calls at such hours when he’s had a glass too much. But this time, he called for another reason.

“Drunk at some bar again, Taiga?”

“Can I come to your place?

And here you are, both of you sitting on your little balcony in silence. It really sucks, this whole situation. Break-ups happen to everyone, yet they’re still one of the most heart wrenching things that can happen to someone. Even a bright guy like Kagami is no exception the rule. Though, you’d argue that it doesn’t make sense. He is, from all angles, the perfect man. But maybe you are biased, maybe his ex saw things in him that you ignore...

But no. It doesn’t make any sense to you.

From the day you’ve first met him, you’ve been convinced that he’s one these people – the ones that you can only love because despite their flaws, they encompass everything great about being human. Taiga is the guy you’ve met on orientation week, bonding over nothing and progressively becoming attached to the hip. Somewhere during your times together, between dumb college students’ shenanigans and growing as adults together, you’ve noticed your heart beating faster around him. You aren’t dupe, well aware of what that means. But back then, it only made sense for you to keep your feelings for yourself, hoping that they’d eventually fade away before it ruined your friendship.

But right now, you wonder if it was the right thing, not to confess to him. Best case scenario, it could have prevented the current events. He wouldn’t have met that person; he wouldn’t have his heart broken. You wouldn’t do that to him, never.

“You know, I kinda saw it happen” his deep voice resonates.

You turn to him, an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah?”

“I think... I didn’t love them anymore, or enough. Not sure, but it was bound to happen.”

You can do nothing but nod, understandingly. There’s nothing to say to that, and you doubt that he wants your opinion on the matter. Anyways, you risk making things worse for the both of you if you talk too much.

After a while sitting in silence, you get up, stretching.

“Do you want some tea?”

Your best friend hums his response, and you go to boil some water, preparing two cups. Somehow, in the soft light of the moon, Taiga’s sadness takes on a new dimension. It is almost poetic, a tragic beauty that you cannot take your eyes off. But at the same time, you wish not to see that spectacle for too long; you’ve never witnessed him after a break-up, you have no idea how long it takes for him to grieve his past relationship. Some part of you wish it won’t take too long – you want to see him smile again soon; the other part believes he should take all the time he needs, albeit a whole year, if needed. In all cases, one thing will remain the same on your side of things…

“I’m here, y’know, for anything.”

“Anything?” he repeats, looking in your eyes for the first time since he’s come to your place.

A warmth invades your inside as you gaze into his sadden irises. You really don’t want him to be like that for too long.

“Yeah, anything.”

Two months have passed since that night. And from a day to another, the Taiga you’re used to came back. It started with his smile, every time he’d greet you. Then his laugh came back – adorable, brightening up your surroundings while it resonated around. And finally, he’s become his usual laid-back self, the one that would spend endless hours of doing nothing and simply enjoying the little things with you. And all this time, your heart has kept beating faster. Faster, and faster, and faster. You’ve feared at some point that you had some health issues, only to realize that no matter how deep down you think you’ve buried your feelings for your best friend, they will always resurface every time he’s a little too close to you.

It doesn’t help that he’s spending more time with you since the break-up. You’re to blame for this, telling him that you were here for anything meant what it meant. For all the time he felt lonely, confused, or just exhausted by the event, he’s come to you. Naturally, you haven’t turned him down, not that you wanted to. Regardless of how you feel, he’s always going to be your favourite person. So it only makes sense, the coffee in the mornings, the commutes to university and work, going to his matches to cheer on him and celebrating in bars, which ultimately ends with the both of you sharing a bed for the night, because it’s way too late for either of you to go back home all alone.

It only makes sense, that he’s come to sleep by your side for other reasons too – because he’s wanted to cook diner for the two of you, and he’s ended up enjoying himself so much that the prospect of going back to his empty home made him want to stay longer with you.

“Diner at your place tonight? I’ve found a new recipe I wanna try.”

And once again, you can’t get yourself to say no.

“Sure, do have all you need?”

He shakes his head, hands digging in the pockets of his jacket.

“Gotta do some shopping first.”

“Let’s go then” you say, turning in the direction of the nearest grocery store.

He nods, following you. You can’t remember when this has become a habit for the two of you – somewhere between the first week post break-up and now, you’ve come to do casual things in his company, yet somehow enjoying yourself more in these little moments. There’s nothing special with watching him decide which cheese he rather choose for a specific dish, looking at him examine veggies under all angles before buying them, and you deciding what drink will best suit your diner. Yet, here you are, carrying the basket for the both of you, which has to be the most mundane thing ever, but you are, at this very moment, truly happy. As you stop at the drinks, searching what you’re looking for, a strange feeling invades you. Taiga stands beside you, and from the corner of the eye, you can see a smile draw itself on his lips.

“What you’re smiling about?” you ask.

The tall boy’s cheeks inflame, caught in action. He cleans his throat, hands in his pocket.

“Huh? Nothing.”

It’s your turn to smile. You’ve known him long enough to be able to tell when he is lying. Taiga isn’t very sly, which has its charm in some ways. At least you know that he is always honest with you.

“Come on, you can tell me” you taunt him, still looking at the drinks.

For a moment there, you believe that he won’t say a word but before you turn to him with the intention to get the truth out of him, he finally opens his mouth.

“I find it kinda cute, that little face you make when you choose the drinks.”

You turn to him, mouth agape.

“Huh?”

“Y’know…” he raises his shoulders, “you pout a bit, like… anyways.”

You keep staring at him, incapable of wording a response to what he just says. Inside you, every cell of your body combusts, feeling a rush of everything coursing through your veins. And you don’t really know what it is with this moment – this ordinary moment, that could have happened any other day – but what you’ve been bottling up for so long menaces to spill out. As you blush furiously, your hand goes to get a bottle of your chosen beverage, eyes incapable of maintaining any eye contact with Taiga.

“I like you, you know” you let out, voice shaking.

You don’t have to say more for him to understand what you’re communicating. You refuse to look at him, fearing his reaction. But if you do actually raise your eyes to his face, you’ll probably meet a sight that you’ve never seen before. There is something particular in Taiga’s eyes, something so strong yet so sweet. It’s indescribable, and neither of you are capable of understanding it. As the situation goes way beyond your comprehension, it only makes sense to him to act on instinct. You feel his hand join yours one the handle of the basket, not a single word being uttered between you as you both move to the cashier.

The next thing you know, you are back to your place, fingers intertwined in Taiga’s. The whole thing seems surreal, but feeling the heat of his palm, you know that you aren’t dreaming. It is weird, but at the same time, it isn’t quite absurd. When your hands finally separate, you look at your shaking fingers, incredulous. Taiga has found his natural place in your kitchen, while you stand there, still trying to calm your frenetic heartbeat. And when you finally calm down (as much as you possibly can, that is), you walk to him.

“Hey Taiga” you speak up, gathering all the courage that you have.

He looks at you, a faint blush on his cheeks. There is something incredibly innocent in his gaze, and you feel your heart melt at the sight. He really can’t deceive you, can he?

“I just want to know… uh, about-“

“You wanna know if I like you back, don’t you?” he cuts you off.

You nod, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. He smiles, drying his hands in your kitchen towel. You wonder how he looks so calm compared to you; yet, you know that he isn’t unphased by the situation either. He is more tender than usual, a bit of shyness in his behaviour that has you believe that he is certainly affected by your confession earlier at the grocery store.

“I think I like you” he finally lets out. “At least, it makes sense to me if I do.”

“Yeah?”

He chuckles softly, eyes evading yours. It isn’t often that you see him so vulnerable, but it feels good to know that he’s allowing himself to show himself under such light.

“I don’t want to make things complicated by overthinking it but… if you’re up for it, we can give it a try.”

You smile, though on the moment you can’t quite grasp the reality of things. After all this time of being secretly into him, he finally reciprocates your feelings. It sounds like it comes right out of your own dreams, something that isn’t meant to be true, but it is. By the time you register the information, the tall boy is only mere centimetres away from you, hands once again holding yours. You look up, heaven in your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

He laughs, before muttering a soft yes. And as your lips touch his, all these sleepless nights where you tried to kill your feelings, all the times you felt guilty for the way your heart would run in his presence, and all the times you avoided his eyes and left his smiles unanswered so you wouldn’t send the wrong message – all of it, gone, like millions of ashes in the open sky, in a kiss you’re been hoping for too long.

Taiga and you being together is one of these things that just makes sense. Family and friends alike agree on that statement, very few of them being surprised by the officialization of your relationship. Though it still makes you blush from time to time, you’ve grown more casual about it. Some moments still seem unreal, regardless. Whether it be waking up next to him almost every morning, or catching him looking your way with affection, it all seems too good to be real. A part of you struggles because the way things happened went way over your head. As much as you don’t want to doubt something that you hold so close to your heart, moments of uncertainty strike every now and then, and you bottle it up; just like you’ve bottled up your feelings for your best friend for the longest time.

And recently, doubts get the best of you even more, since your boyfriend is now working together with his ex. You don’t want to be the insecure significant other, the one that cannot trust and deems themselves unworthy of the love their receiving. But you’ve been there all this time Taiga dated his ex. You’ve seen them, you’ve seen the sweet kisses and the shared laughs, the warm hugs, and intertwined fingers. And more importantly, you’ve seen the state in which Taiga was when he broke up. An image of sadness that you wish never to see again, but putting aside the way you felt about it, you realize that he wouldn’t never have been so devastated by something that was meaningless to him.

“Things are good between us now, you know, since we’re working together.”

He confesses out of habit, getting used to tell you about everything and anything. Unbeknownst to him, you wonder in the depth of your soul if he’s not considering going back to them.

“Of course, it’ll never be the same, but I guess we can be friends, right?”

His words frighten you. Despite what he’d said the night of the break-up, you know he loved them. Be it enough or not, love is still love. While you admit that the concept is debatable, to you, love never dies – it’s just one of those things that keeps changing but it never disappears.

“Hey, you’re listening?”

Taiga’s hand waves in front of your face and you blink a couple of time, escaping your thoughts.

“I am” you simply reply.

A silence sets as you feel him observing your face. Just like you’ve come to know him by heart, he has the same ability to read you. The tiniest, most insignificant things are noticed. He takes some time but eventually, some of your thoughts are read on your face. You can’t tell what has betrayed you, but he knows. You deviate from his gaze – a bad old habit of yours, born in a tentative to protect yourself.

“I’m with you, you know that?” He speaks.

“I do” you respond confused as to why he’s stating the obvious.

He shakes his head, pulling you closer to him. A surprised look on your face, you try to understand what is going on.

“No, I mean…” he stops, taking his breath. “God, I’m so bad at talking about these things! I’m trynna say, I may get along with my ex but regardless… they mean nothing to me. Not that I want them to mean something either. I’m just glad there’s no grudge held anymore.”

Arm wrapped around your shoulders, he raises his eyes to the sky, looking at the same stars that were there when he came to you heartbroken. He ignores if they remember him, if they remember the way he looked that night – on the verge of tears yet uncapable of crying; but right now, he hopes with all his heart that they’re aware of how much he’s happy now, and If he ever has to cry in front of them again, it’ll be out of love for you, and you only.

“I told you that I thought we broke up because I didn’t love them enough, do you remember?” he asks you.

“Yeah.”

He lightly laughs before turning to you.

“I thought about it a lot and I actually didn’t love them the way I should have. Truth be told, I loved someone else that way back then. And I still do love that person like that. That’s why it wasn’t meant to last.”

You look at him, still confused and growing tired of not understanding the point he’s trying to make.

“Taiga, please, go straight to the point” you plead.

“It’s you, dummy. I loved you back then, subconsciously, yeah, but I still did. And I love now. I’m meant to love you, whether you want it or not.”

Oh.

For a moment, you remain speechless. This was not what you expected, let alone imagined. For as much as you’ve loved him, you never envisioned a reality where he would feel so strongly about you. but…

Enough with the buts. Enough with the doubts. Enough, enough, enough.

“Taiga?”

“Yes?”

You cup his face in your hands, taking him by surprise. Round eyes look at you, as you smile, holding back tears.

“I really love you.”

He snickers, hands joining yours.

“Thank god you do.”

It just makes sense, that he loves you as much as you love him. It only makes sense, that all your doubts seem suddenly baseless. It just makes sense that all this time, you were meant to be.

#thanks for requesting! <3 #i am so happy i got to write on kagami #he deserves all the love #<333 #knb #kuroko no basuke #kagami taiga #knb fluff #kagami fluff #knb x reader #kagami x reader

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waterberry-strawmelon · 3 years

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Hi I’m back :)

#long time no see by my standards lol #so basically:#I’ve had several moments of realization lately where I’m like ‘huh. So the majority of people I know and meet irl #dont know half the shit I do about either whats going on in the world or abt social justice issues (that a lot of my newer friends kinda #just know surface level stuff about? and i dont want to sound pretentious at all in this. and i myself am soooo not an expert on any of #these issues and am continuing to learn obviously #but i think thats whats making it feel so weird? cuz if I'M still correcting myself (as everyone is really) and the ppl i know aren't even #beyond (what i consider to be) performative surface level shit. then what the hell does that say about what they do know???)#i guess you could call it a reality check #It’s an important balance between remaining present in real life and not letting online spaces like tumblr consume your life #is just so much higher than that of the people I know irl. I wish I could find a group of ppl irl who fucking GET this stuff.#not to sound like a basement dweller lmfao.#I guess I could also try to look around at extracurricular groups but schoolwork is already so consuming and also I uhhh have anxiety. So.#ANYWAY ignore my personal dump if you’d like #this is all to say that im probably gonna start being a little more active on here again #BUT like i said: it's a balance.#i think my mental health has been better since i deleted the app off my phone; and yet i also miss seeing actual good takes #and actually learning and unlearning shit in order to be more socially aware and active.#just some thoughts #mine

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aurasaurora · 3 years

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Emotionally Intoxicated

Summary: Your husband was the image of a perfect working man and father, what would happen when you discover he is not what you expected?

Parings: The Salesman x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Manipulation and lying. A short smut scene, oral (f receiving), fingering and missionary. ALSO I did keep one of the character that died alive. So yeah.

A/N: I know the smut scene is kinda out of place, but Gong Yoo makes me feel some type of wayyyy. Also I use the salesman actor name because I don't recall them giving him a name...ANYWAYS enjoy!

“Hey baby, how was work?” You asked your husband as you continued to chop the vegetables. He approached the kitchen island and gave you a kiss on the cheek then turned to look at what was boiling on the stove. “Work was alright. Boring as usual” he never gave many details of what he actually would do during his work. You knew he was a salesman, but what he was trying to sell to people was a mystery to you. Your friends tried to point out how much of a red flag that was, but stupidly you ignored him. Your love and attachment towards him blinded you from accepting the issues with his secrecy.

“What are you cooking?’ He asked, as he began to sir the boiling pot himself. “Smells good, as always.” He turned to smile towards you. You were going to respond but then you remembered something. “Oh, right. Um, two guys came at the door this morning asking for you. One had red hair, the other said he was a businessman. Their names slipped my tongue, but they told me to let you know that they want to speak with you.” You stopped cutting the vegetables to grab another frying pan from the cabinets. Your back was facing him, so you couldn’t see how his expression dropped at your words. His work never interfered with his personal life, ever. He always made sure of it. Not even his boss knows about you or the kids. “They came here?” his voice almost came out in disbelief; how did they even know where you guys lived? “Yeah, even left a fruit basket for the kids. I put it on the table.” You said, finally standing up and heading to grab the oil to add to the frying pan. Gong Yoo headed to the dining room and grabbed the fruit basket aggressively off the dining table. There was a small card, no bigger than a business card with a number on it. He took the card but grabbed the fruits and dumped them into the trash.

“Gong-Yoo what..why? That was for the kids, Iseul was excited to eat it!” You were a little shocked by his behaviour. Fruits are expensive in South Korea, in contrast to your homeland. Not only that but he wasted perfectly good fresh food. And Iseul your oldest child had been begging you non-stop if she could have a bit for dessert.

“I can buy my wife and children their own fruit baskets. I don’t need some guy doing my job.” Legitimately he didn’t care about the fruit basket, he never got seriously jealous because he knew you’d never even think about another man. He just couldn’t say ‘hey honey, two guys who survived from my bosses battle royal came back for revenge so I’m not sure whether or not the fruits are poisoned or something.’ Letting you know too much would put you in danger. So going the jealousy route was best bet for him.

“Oh, come on babe. It was just a kind jester.” You stated as you began seasoning the vegetables. Gong Yoo left out an overexaggerated sigh, “Well I’m going to go check on the kids” giving your ass a swat on his way out.

“Aera is napping don’t disturb her peace.” You groaned in annoyance. You were instantly reminded by the fact that you had to basically battle that 5-month-old to go to sleep somewhere that wasn’t your body.

He creeped up the stairs, looking for the four-year-old and three-year-old. He missed them dearly considering it’s round up season (in which he needs to round up players for the games to begin) he hasn’t seen them as much, as he liked too. “Iseul, Minguk, Appa is home.” He toned down his voice not to awaken the sleeping demon. But it was a mistake because the two toddlers came down running his direction with burst of happiness. Charging towards his direction to give their father a hug. “Oh, I’ve missed you guys so much.” He said while his children suffocated him with their affection. Minguk gave his father a kiss on the cheek, meanwhile Iseul ran back into her bedroom.

“Have you been treating your mother well?” He asked playfully. Minguk was the least troublesome of the three, but he had attachment issues like no other, so he was consistently around you. Unless his older sister wanted to play.

Before Minguk could answer his sister came running back “Appa! Appa! Look! Look!” She handed over him her new toy.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Gong Yoo didn’t mean to yell, but it slipped out. It was a gun, but one that looked awfully like the one that Gi-Hun had pointed at him when they first came in contact. Minguk covered his ears at his fathers cursing, and Iseul looked at him with shame and disappointment. “No bad words!” She scolded him, and her brother nodded furiously in agreement. “I’m telling Eomma.” She began to walk off angrily but Gong Yoo grabbed her tiny body in one swift movement. “Hey monkey, where did you get this?”

“A friend.” She said so simply.

“Which friend?” He asked

“Ummm.” She thought about it for a moment. “From the park. Appa after dinner can we-can we play” He knew he wasn’t going to get any direct answers from a four-year-old. So he’d have to figure shit out himself. “Yeah, we can, just don’t tell Eomma.” He pinched her nose which made her giggle.

“Dinner is ready.” Your soft voice caught him off guard, he didn’t even realize you had come up the stairs. “Yay.” Minguk said before he started running. “MinMin baby, stop running. You’ll hurt yourself.” You turned to look at Iseul, then you saw it. “Why is there a gun?” you went to pick up what you assumed was a toy gun. “Jesus Gong Yoo, you always give the kids the weirdest gifts.” You opened your bedroom door and tossed, the gun into it, then closed the door behind yourself and started walking downstairs with Minguk.

The dinner was oddly talkative yet quiet. The kids babbled about literally anything, normally both you and your husband would be fully engaged in their conversations to help their development, but suspiciously he was pretty quiet. There was a lot of “mmhmm..nice..wow..cool.” rather than actual dialog, while it might have not been clear to the kids. It was clear to you, that he was not paying attention. Eventually the two oldest finished up and you suggested them to go out and play in the backyard. The two of you grabbed your own plates and went to go and sit on the patio table and eat outside while watching the kids play.

“You okay?” You asked, placing a hand on his thigh allowing your thumb to circle his thigh

“Yeah, just drained from work. Um how’s it going with you and your friends.” He quickly changed the subject before you could ask any further.

“Not good. Cho Hee’s husband, you know him, right? Well, he came to us today while we were at the park with the kids. Saying his wife went missing, apparently, she went to play a game or something. I don’t know the whole story is weird.” You felt uncomfortable with the idea that your friend was missing, you wanted to help but Cho Hee’s husband’s story made no sense.

“Oh, I mean it’s unfortunate his wife is missing. But you know Kyong is an unreliable narrator.” He lied. It’s only been maybe an hour or so but the two worlds he specifically never wanted to collide. Were essentially smashing together all at once.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Well..you know…He’s a heavy drug user. His mind is all over the place.” Now Kyong did do drugs, but all he did was smoke some marijuana in his free time. Your husband made it sound like he was an avid crack user.

You looked at him in shock. “Holy shi- wait is this true? He seemed completely normal to me; how did you know?” You were now concerned because his erratic behaviour would make a lot more sense. Asides from his wife being missing, allegedly.

“Functioning addicts seem normal, but it doesn’t take much to crack them. I’m sure his wife is fine, or probably tried to escape him who knows.” He took a swing of his soju bottle and glanced over at you to see your reaction. He was taken back a bit by your worrisome reaction. It was his turn to comfort you, he placed a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, I’m sure everything is going to be okay.”

“I really hope so.”

***

Your kids currently were with your mother-in-law. Today was your day alone, and you usually did it to go on your runs, workout, and complete your hobbies.

You went out on your morning jog, going around the neighbourhood as you normally did. You went around and did over 5 laps, it was on your 6th lap that when you felt an arm pull you towards the forest near your neighbourhood. You began to kick and scream, begging for someone to help you. Your attacker covered your mouth and pleaded with you to stay quiet. He sounded so empathetic, and incredibly guilty. “Please, please just listen to me.” You continued to attempt to break yourself free from your grip. “I won’t hurt you; I just need to talk.” Hearing his voice again made you recognize it instantly. He was the businessman who came to your door. You stopped fighting not because you believed him. But rather you wanted to catch him off guard. When you stopped screaming and your breathing paced back to normal, he let go of you and you waited 30 seconds before kicking him in the balls and started sprinting. You made it far enough, but surely, before you were able to get out of the forest, he made it in time to drag you back in.

“Please Ma’am we just need to talk, that’s all I want to do. I don’t have much time currently. I swear on my life I won’t hurt you.” His grip being tight around you, was making it hard to believe he didn’t mean any harm. Considering you probably got bruises just from the altercation 30 seconds earlier. He didn’t wait for you to respond. “Your husband, he can’t be trusted.”

“And I’m supposed to trust the man who is strangling me? You’re insane.”

“I have evidence, it’s not much. But it’s enough to show you at the very least he’s not trustworthy.” He huffed out the last part.

“Let me guess, you are one of his associates he may or may not have screwed over financially and now you’re coming for revenge. Whatever money you loss, I’ll pay it back. Just please let this go, let me go.” You were growing tired of battling and attempting to escape his grip.

“No amount of money can fix the amount of blood loosed on his hands. While he might not be the direct cause, he’s still complicit. Hundreds of people are dying every year because of him and his people. You are the one closest to him, help me stop them.” He was pleading with you, and you could tell that he was believing his own words. You were baffled by the sheer stupidity coming out of his mouth.

“You are fucking sick in the head. You know that? You’re saying that my husband is indirectly the cause of hundreds of people’s death annually. T-That’s not fucking possible.” Your denial was in full force, and understandably so.

The businessman pulled out a thumb drive and handed it over to you. “My name is Cho Sang-Woo, if you wish to stop this, contact the number on the drive.” He let go of you and he began walking too wherever.

You immediately got up and started sprinting to your house. You turned your head every few seconds to make sure he wasn’t following you back to your house. You immediately got inside and turned on all the alarm systems. And made sure all the doors were locked, and curtains pulled shut. You ran up to your room with a baseball bat and sat on your bed. You grabbed out your phone and dialed out your husband’s phone number. You knew he was at work, so you tried to not disturb him while he worked, but you desperately needed him.

He didn’t pick up on the first call, so you sent a text to your mother-in-law asking if it would be possible to let your kids stay over for the weekend. After you sent the text message, you immediately got a call back.

Before he could speak you immediately started to talk. “Baby I need you to come back home, like right away. Some asshole tried to grab me when I went on a jog and…and then he- shit.” You couldn’t even speak coherently because the whole situation felt unreal. How do you even tell him what Sang-Woo is accusing him of the murder of an insane amount people. Even if the story felt like bullshit to you, you couldn’t even comprehend how you’d explain it to him.

“He did what? What the fuck did he do to you.” His voice was harsh, but it filled with concern.

“He-…Are you in a train station?” The noise of a passing train took you by surprise. It made no sense for him to be in a train station at this time of day.

“Sweetheart, answer my question, what happened?” He asked again, but this time more calmer.

“He dragged me into the forest near our home. Saying things like I can’t trust you, and that y-you’re complicit in the murders of hundreds of people annually. Just some crazy shit.” Your voice was all over the place, trying to recount what happened.

You heard him curse, then his end went quiet for a minute. “A-and then he just let you go, after spewing lies?” You looked over to the thumb drive, and then closed your eyes for 3 seconds. “Y-yeah. He wanted me to know the ‘truth’ about you.” Something inside of you was telling you not to mention the thumb drive. Your inner thoughts were screaming at you not to say it.

“I’m coming home, I’m an hour or so away. Don’t answer the door for nobody, understood.”

“Yes.”

“Love you baby.” He breathed out hopelessly.

“More than anything.” You responded.

When the phone line went dark. You immediately went to go and grab your MacBook and plugged in the thumb drive. A few files, filed with pictures of your husband, his alleged boss, and a bunch of people who went missing, torturous games. The one photo that stood was your husband slapping a woman, in the next photo it was clearer who the woman was, Cho Hee. She was wearing the same outfit on the last day she was scene. Another photo was Cho Hee dead, captioned on the bottom “Cause of death: Tug of war.” You couldn’t continue looking through the photos, it was far too scary for you to handle. Your denial was kicking in again, and you absolutely refused to believe the man you married, the father of your children, was capable of working for someone like that.

***

When Gong Yoo came home he was feeling incredibly anxious, he normally knew how to handle situations, he always found a way. But now he had no clue how he was going to handle this, he needed to distract you one way or another.

He opened the door and disarmed the alarm. He closed the door slowly not wanting to bring himself to acknowledge his presence in the house. The house was dark with all the curtains shut, and the lights off. He turned on the lights and announced his presences to you. “Baby I’m home.” His voice came without confidence.

You walk down the stairs incredibly slowly, not intentionally, but the previous mental breakdown you had was enough for you to walk down the stairs slightly menacingly.

“Oh look, the pathological liar is home.” You said so expressionlessly. “Wonder what he’s going to lie about next?” By the time you were able to arrive to the bottom of the stairs you could see his hopeless facial expression. “Baby it’s-“

“What? It’s not what I think? Were you really going to pull that lame ass excuse? Seriously? The audacity that you must seriously think I’m going to believe that, not when I have proof.” Even though you appeared to be mad, you were mostly hurt. You couldn’t believe that you were being lied too.

“Proof can be doctored.” He began to walk closer to you, expecting for you to back away from him but you didn’t because the unfortunate pathetic thing about you, you were willing to forgive him. You did not want to believe that your husband was working for the devil himself, a man who would put poor people through hell and back for his own sick entertainment, have hundreds of people die. For his own satisfaction, you couldn’t bear to imagine your husband being okay with any of that.

Ignoring his statement you continued, “You knew about Cho, you saw her before she diapered. You made out her husband to be fucking crazy, tainted another man image you save your own…why Gong Yoo..why the fuck would you do that.” He was quiet for a bit, so you pulled out your phone you’d transfer some of the pictures to your phone and showed him the picture of him and Cho.

“S-So a picture of her and I at the train station is evidence of me having anything to do with her disappearance?” He figured that if he could drag out the situation and over state the obvious, it might make you rethink your intelligence, which he hated doing. However, he could not let you find out the truth, the separation between both worlds were necessary for the protection of his family.

‘You have a car, why would you be at a train station? And in another picture, you were slapping her. Shit doesn’t add up.” You responded back aggressively.

“My car can’t get me everywhere on time, I drive it to the train station, but it’s quicker and more time efficient to leave in parked in the parking lot and go catch a train. And I slapped her because she was talking shit about you, I didn’t tell you that because I know how much that so called friendship means to you. You had a hard time adjusting to living here, and you finally seemed happy.” He was weaving truths with lies. Of course, he didn’t slap Cho Hee because she was talking shit, it was because she kept losing to the game. However, he did over here Cho Hee spoke tremendously terribly about you on several different occasions, to him she was a jealous fake bitch. It’s why he had absolutely no problem recruiting her to the game.

“If you knew she was fake, why not fucking tell me?” You knew realistically you shouldn’t be believing his words, but love was blinding you, as it normally did. “And you’re always so mysterious about your job…baby I don’t know what to believe.” You plopped yourself onto a step putting your hands in your face. Gong Yoo immediately took the opportunity to go and sit beside you and place his arms around you pulling you into his chest “I know that this situation is fucked up, but I need you baby, I need you to just trust me. Okay? I love you so much, and we are a team, and as a team we need to trust each other, okay?’ His charisma was working in full effect, and you fell for his words. Before he could finish his sentence, you planted a kiss on his lips. You just wanted to block out the world and all the bullshit going on, whether he is lying, or telling the truth. You just wanted to feel this moment, you wanted to feel like you did when you first met him, when things were simpler. And while you could never go back to a time like that, you could pretend, just for a moment.

He accepted the kiss and began to slowly make out with you. Instead of the rough passion that you were normally accustomed too, instead there was a sense of sadness and grief. An acknowledgment that the relationship will never return to what it once was. Your hand began to travel downwards, and he knew exactly what it meant. “Upstairs” he mumbled.

When the two of you arrive upstairs, you drop yourself on the bed and he climbed on top of the bed. Lifting your shirt off Gong Yoo waisted no time removing his own, then unbuckling his pants. You removed your own pants, and immediately he slipped his fingers into your pussy.

He watched as you accepted each wave of pleasure as he thrusted his fingers at a sensual pace, you small moans escaping your mouth gave him a sense of peace. He twirled his fingers causing your wetness to spill out as he fingered you. He brought his mouth onto your clit and began to lick it slowly, occasionally allowing himself to suck on your clit. ‘You taste just as sweet as you always do.” He complimented.

You were suffocating by the waves of pleasure hitting you, making it hard to focus on proper breathing. “Gong Yoo I need your dick, please.” You couldn’t even keep your eyes open to look down at him.

He gives your ass a light slap, and you became aware of your mistake. “Oppa, please. I fucking need you inside of me.” You begged. He brought his fingers out of you and pulled his harden dick out of his boxers. He slicks his finger with your wetness and placed it on his dick. Jerking himself off lightly to prep himself. Once he was ready, as much as you were. He slides his dick inside your dripping cunt. The warmth sent shivers down his spine as he adjusted to the new sensation. You guys fucked a million times over, but each time felt like the first time, and it was always amazing whether you were going quickly, or slowly.

His thrust was passionate, and he brought himself closer to you, he’d suck on the skin of your neck as you moan out mercifully. You could feel the power within each thrust as he was hitting your sweet spot, he’d transition from your neck to your mouth, and before you were about to cum you separated the kiss, “I fucking love you so much.”

Mumbled his love back to you before he felt himself spill all inside of you, he kept thrusting. Making sure that you’d still cum even after himself, and so you did. You clenched onto his body as you threw your head back.

Eventually the two of you came crashing down onto the bed. You went under the sheets as you cuddled yourself into him. Aftercare with him always felt so relaxing. He kissed your forehead and kept his arms around you. Eventually you feel asleep, and he got out of his bed.

He tried to slowly exist the bed without waking your presence, but it seems the movement of the bed disturbed you enough to give him a grumble “where are you going?” he told you he needed to go to the washroom, and it was enough for you to go back to sleep. He did walk to the washroom; however, he wasn’t going to use it.

He went into the washroom with the water bottle from the nightstand. Pouring the water in the toilet to give the illusion he went to pee. He then turned on the sink and let the water run. He pulled out his phone dialing the number that he was forbidden to call, only in the series of a legitimate issue, an issue that could threaten the game.

The phone ringing scared him a bit, he was on edge so he thought you might overhear. When the caller finally answered Gong Yoo Knew he only had to say a few words to get the message a crossed.

“Code 907. We are dealing with a strategic takedown. It needs to be dealt with immediately.” Gong Yoo stated simply.

“Understood. Who are we dealing with, and how are we handling it?”

“Seong Gi-Hun, and Cho Sang-Woo along with any accomplice of theirs. Make no exception we are currently under attack. Everything is jeopardized.”

“How are we handling it.” The person on the other side aside of the phone call ask again.

“As we normally do, death.”

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