#//but being knocked on his back did not help at all

[livwritesstuff]

Eddie is aware that Steve is watching him.

It’s 2008, and Eddie is holding a baby, and Steve is watching him.

The baby, for the record, isn’t theirs.

No, Dustin and Erica finally decided to have one of their own after years, and so the whole rest of the Party had journeyed back to Indiana to meet the baby.

Eddie does like babies, to be clear. He’s discovered recently that it sometimes comes as a surprise that he likes babies, loves fatherhood.

He got some shit for it a while back at his high school reunion – “You just had to be the one to knock up Steve Harrington, huh?” Jeff had jokingly said – all well-intentioned, obviously, and sure, Eddie counts his lucky stars for a number of reasons, one of them definitely being that he gets to watch Steve in his final Dad form, but all-in-all people generally seem to be under the impression that Eddie had been dragged by Steve into the world of parenting. They never seem to consider that he might have wanted it just as much as Steve did.

Eddie gets it though. For people who don’t know him – people who only know him from his books, people who only know him from high school, people who don’t know the totality of who he is – it’s probably hard to imagine him being, like, all-in with the baby thing: cleaning spit-up, lugging a diaper-bag around everywhere, coordinating his life around interweaving nap schedules, the works. Again, he gets it. Even Eddie himself can acknowledge that his eighteen, nineteen, twenty-year-old self would be completely fucking baffled to see how comfortable he is holding a brand new baby (and he’d better be, considering he’s had three).

Steve and Eddie’s babies aren’t babies anymore. Their youngest, Hazel, is nearly three, and the older two are both in elementary school, and Eddie is pretty sure that their baby days are a thing of the past, hence why he’s trying to get his fix while there’s one available.

Steve is doing the same, or so it seems by the way he’s ogling Eddie from across Claudia Henderson’s kitchen. Eddie gives Steve a small smile even as he rolls his eyes because he knows that baby fever type of look, and he adjusts the way he’s holding the baby so he can free a hand to flip Steve the bird.

(Steve’s eyes flick to the arm still holding the baby, and Eddie gets the sense that he didn’t actually help his case at all).

A bit later, when Lucas came to reclaim his nephew, Eddie found Steve and sidled up behind him to wrap an arm around his waist.

“Hey,” he said, kissing the side of Steve’s neck, “Stop trying to impregnate me with your eyes, Harrington. You’ll offend the delicate sensitivities of Claudia’s dinnerware.”

“Shut up,” Steve shook his head, and then he said, “We should have another.”

“Another?” Eddie repeated, “Remind me again which one of us had a freakout when Hazel was born?”

“Uh, it was a minor freakout and purely situational,” Steve argued, “I said thirty years ago I’d be down for six and I stand by that.”

“Alright, we’ll see, big guy.”

[captivating-flavors]

maybe | sylus

pairing: sylus x non mc assassin!reader

prompt: -

summary: maybe it was not as one-sided as you thought it was.

words: 2,441

warning(s): period, hurt/comfort

a/n: thats the longest ive ever written ever in my entire life. inspired by period and this. enjoy?? reblogs, comments and feedbacks are much appreciated <3

There was a high-grade protocore that had been stolen en route to the Onychinus base a few days ago. You managed to track it down and found that the theft had been arranged by one of the auction houses and that it was going to be auctioned off tomorrow night. Therefore, you had to go in and retrieve the protocore tonight.

To say it was complicated was an understatement, since apparently the auction house took liberty to strengthen their security system and increase the number of guards on standby ever since the stolen protocore landed in their warehouse, but using your inconspicuousness evol, you managed to avoid detection until the moment you lifted the protocore and the alarms started blaring. Which had alerted the guards to storm the warehouse.

Going on missions whilst being on your period was a normal thing but one thing you didn’t see coming was the excruciatingly painful period cramp that hit you mid-fight, despite you already taking painkillers for it earlier.

“Oh god. Talk about bad timing.” You groaned to yourself as you knocked the last one of the guards, who had nicked your side with the tip of his knife, with the butt of your empty gun.

You could still hear a swam of footsteps coming from outside the warehouse. More guards were coming. On a normal day, you would’ve been able to take them out but today, you could no longer stand upright due to the pain of the cramps, so you opted to use your evol to sneak away and drove–more like speed off on– your bike straight to base instead.

You had no idea how you even managed to drive yourself to base but you managed and upon arriving at the base, you were almost doubled over due to the pain, as you had your arm to your stomach whilst having your hand still clutching on to the protocore. You used your free hand to support yourself against the wall as you walked to Sylus’ office, with great effort.

“What’s up, Bossman?” You were trying to be casual with your tone, but you were sweating and breathing heavily due to the fight and pain, mostly the pain. “Guess what? Mission accomp–”

And everything went black.

-

“Y/N!” Sylus shouted as he ran towards your body, which fell to the ground with a hard thud, the protocore falling out of your grasp and rolling away to some corner.

The first thing he noticed as he cradled your upper body was how pale you were. It was like blood had rushed away from your body. The second thing he noticed were the blood stains on your clothes.

“Luke! Kieran!”

The twins rushed over to the office upon hearing his shout, “Yes, Boss.”

“Get the doctor. Now!” Sylus said as he picked you up from the ground and left the office to lie you down on his bed.

A million different thoughts swirled in his brain. What poison was it? Where can he find the antidote? Was it deadly? Why else would you collapse like that? You’ve had stab wounds, broken bones and gunshot wounds before, and it never made you collapse the way you just did. Worst of all, was he going to lose you?

“I heard you called for me, Mr. Sylus.” The doctor said as she entered the room.

“Help her.”

“May I ask what happened?”

“She came back from a mission and passed out. I think she’s been poisoned.”

The doctor moved to your side and started to examine you. She gently pressed her finger on to the skin under your eye before slightly dragging it downward, noting that you had a pale conjunctiva, surmising that you must’ve been bleeding somewhere. The doctor started by cutting you out of the blood-soaked fabric before proceeding to disinfect and bandage the cut on your side with a waterproof bandage.

Sylus could only watch as you lay unconscious on his bed. He wanted to do something to quench the gnawing worry eating at him. The fact that there was nothing he could do to get you to wake up sooner ate at him as he was forced to stand and watch as the doctor further examined your body for more injuries. The more time passes, the angrier he got, and he swore that once he found out who did this to you–his precious girl–he would make them pay.

“I–uh… I don’t think it’s poison, sir.”

“Why has she passed out, then?” Sylus snapped, failing to keep his anger at bay.

“It seems to be because of her period.”

“Period?” Sylus stopped his pacing, confused.

“Yes, she came to me this morning for some painkillers for her cramps. She’d come to me several times before as well due to her heavy flow and cramps. But seeing as she’s still engaging in strenuous activities despite both might’ve caused her to collapse.”

Sylus stayed silent, which prompted the doctor to continue, “I will be prescribing her usual painkillers and some iron supplements as well this time, since it appears to me that she is also anemic. Please make sure that she takes them after her meal and that she stays away from strenuous physical activities for the time being.”

“How long is she going to be out for?”

“She should be up in about half an hour.”

“Is there anything else that could help her with the pain?”

“You could use a heat pad on her abdomen area, that should help ease the pain.”

Sylus nodded, “Alright. Thank you.”

The doctor placed the bag of medication on the bedside table before bowing and leaving the room, leaving Sylus to wait for you to regain consciousness by the chair he had pulled on to the space beside his bed.

-

You opened your eyes to a familiar yet unfamiliar scene. You’d been here before, but this was most definitely not your room.

“Where am I?” Your mind foggy and your own voice sounded groggy and scratchy as you attempted to get up, wincing at the sharp pain on your side.

Sylus stopped you from getting up, “You’re in my bedroom, Sweetie.”

“What… What happened?”

“You passed out on me.”

“Sorry about that.” You let out a small cough, propping yourself up against the headboard before continuing, “But I managed to secure the goods, didn’t I?”

Sylus walked over to the table in front of the couch to pour a glass of water before handing it over to you. “Thanks.” You said, before dunking the contents of the glass.

There was a short pause as he watched you, “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve sent someone else instead.”

“Tell you what?”

“That you were in pain because of the cramps.”

“It’s fine. It’s not a big deal.”

“What do you mean it’s not a big deal? You passed out. You–” His increasing tone had you looking up at him, it was not like him to show such… concern? He had to clench his fists to stop himself from raising his voice because he knows that’s not the first thing you need upon waking up before continuing, “I thought I was going to lose you.”

 “Well, you didn’t. It would take a lot more than that to take me out.” You chuckled softly averting your gaze from his, still puzzled by the emotion so clearly displayed on his red orbs.

“I know. You’re a big girl.”

“But it would be a shame if that took me out, wouldn’t it? You know for a fact that no one can finish these missions as efficiently as I can.” You let out a smile as you said it.

Sylus sighed, “That’s not what I meant, Kitten.”

You were about to respond but instead let out a curse as you felt your cramps coming back. “Shit.”

“Here. The doctor said a heat pad would help.” He said as he handed a heat pad over to you.

You were still puzzled, but you took it and put it over the lower part of your stomach, “Thanks.” The heat pad did make your cramps feel slightly more manageable.

Sylus looked at you for a second and got up to go into the bathroom. You then heard the sound of water running and the sounds of Sylus rummaging through something. After about ten minutes, he walked out of the bathroom and stood by the bedside.

“C’mon let’s get you cleaned up first.” Sylus said as he tried to pick you up.

You held your hand out to stop him, “Whoa. I can walk myself.” You tried to stand on your own but staggered, clearly underestimating the pain you would feel as you stood.

He reached out but you rejected his help yet again, “It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean you’re not in pain, Y/N. Let me help you.” He said as he reached an arm behind you to keep you steady and added, “Please.” Gentleness and desperation(?) laced in his voice.

“Okay.” You eventually relented and let him carry you into the bathroom.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to help you. It’s just that you didn’t want his actions to water any seeds of delusion that you have about how your relationship could be something more.

Sylus put you on your feet in front of the bathtub before turning around to let you get out of your clothes. You quipped, “It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”

“I’m being respectful, Kitten.”

You shut off the water and tested it with your hands, suds sticking to your wet palm. You got into the tub and said, “You can turn around now.”

Sylus then walked over to the tub and knelt beside it, watching you as his arm rested on the edge of the tub. You felt uncomfortable under his gaze. It was too… warm and tender.

“Quit looking at me like that.” You grumbled, splashing some of the water onto his rolled-up sleeves.

“Like what?” The warmth in his gaze now had hints of mirth within it as he smirked.

“Like I’m some wounded stray you picked up off the street.”

He laughed, the sound deep, rich and velvety. “Oh, Sweetie, you’re so much more than that.” His hand reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You coughed. The heat rushing to your cheeks and the pounding of your heart prompted you to change the subject, “Sorry about your sheets. I’ll clean it up later.”

“It’s fine, Kitten. I can handle it. I’ve handled much worse.”

The two of you stayed there in silence for a while. Usually, you would’ve come up with something witty to say but the warmth of the water felt too good on your aching stomach. Sylus was the one to break the silence, “I’ll get the chef to make you some food.” He then stood and added, “The towels, pads and change of clothes are over on the counter.”

He left you in the bathroom to your own devices, where you decided you would soak in the warmth a little bit longer. It felt nice to just relax for a bit, especially after the mission you’ve been on but you couldn’t help your thoughts that were starting to wander off to Sylus.

Several months ago was when you first realized that you were falling for him, but you knew you had to keep it under wraps since it has always been nothing more than something casual between the two of you. That had been the agreement, hadn’t it? No strings attached, just business. And pleasure, sometimes.

However, the warmth and tenderness in his gaze tonight was really… unfamiliar. He had always treated you well, of course, but tonight it felt as if he was being overly sweet and that unsettled you, as it gave you hope for something more. Could you, though? Could you ask for something more?

The coldness of the tub water brought you out of your thoughts. Guess you stayed in the tub longer than you thought. You got out of the tub and straight into the shower, before changing into the fresh set of clothes Sylus had prepared for you.

Sylus glanced up at you from the stack of papers as you walked out of the bathroom. “Come. Sit.”

You looked around the room to see that the sheets had been changed. You walked over towards the desk and sat on the chair opposite him; a plate of steak and a bowl of tomato soup was laid out in front of the stack of papers he was going through. “What…?”

“Eat. You’ll have to take your medicine.”

You ate in silence as he went through more of the paperwork on his desk. Eventually, he’d left you alone to shower. After you were done with the food, you took the meds as instructed on the packaging and you scrambled to gather your things.

“Where are you going?” Sylus’ voice startled you.

“To my place…?” The statement came out more like a question, because you yourself weren’t entirely sure. You weren’t exactly in the condition where you could manage the walk to your apartment three blocks away, but you’d never stayed the night before.

“It’s late. You should just stay the night.”

“…Is it okay for me to?”

“Whatever do you mean?” Sylus gave you a puzzled look as he got out of his towel and into his robe.

“I mean… I’ve never stayed the night… Even after,” You gestured between the two of you, “you know.”

“You’re always gone before I could ask you to stay, Kitten.”

His unwavering gaze and response got you speechless, “Oh.”

“Yes, oh. Just get on the bed and sleep, yeah?” He chuckled before turning the lights off.

“Wait, Sylus.”

“Yes, Sweetie.”

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

“Anything.” He replied as he walked over and laid down on to the other side of the bed.

You turned to look at him, “Will you hold me?”

“I wasn’t planning not to, Kitten. Turn over.” He said as he reached onto the bedside table to grab a heat pack. He pulled the sheets of over the both of you before resting his arm over your body, holding the heat pack against your abdomen.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Sylus.”

You felt your eyes growing heavy by the minute. The warmth of his body pressed on to your back was all too comforting. One thought did swirl around your head before you fell asleep, though.

‘Maybe it’s not as one-sided as I thought it was.’

[demonic0angel]

lol this is so dumb but can you please do one where Danny works with Dr. Doofenshmirtz to make a stolen hoodie inator since his keep going missing.

(LMAO)

Part 1

“Hello, Dr. Doofenshmirtz,” Danny said, stepping into his Evil Incorporated building. “I need your help.”

“Oh! Danny!” Dr. Doofenshmirtz said with a delighted tone. “How have you been! Is Dan still being evil?”

“Uhh… yes. He stole ice cream from me yesterday and then broke all of the bones of three guys while on patrol.”

Dr. Doofenshmirtz blinked. Then he said, “Wow, that guy is intense.” He shook his head and then asked, “What did you need help with? Do you need an Inator for something?”

Danny nodded. “Yes, actually. My hoodies are being stolen by someone and I want to know who. Could you make a Find-a-Hoodie-Inator or something? To find my hoodies?”

Dr. Doofenshmirtz hummed. “I’ll see what I can do! Sit, sit. How is Jazz? Vanessa wants to see her again.”

Danny smiled and then they made small talk as Dr. Doofenshmirtz built the Inator. At the end, he asked, “I need one of your hoodies for the Find-a-Hoodie-Inator.”

Danny carefully handed over one of his last hoodies.

Just as Dr. Doofenshmirtz was about to put the hoodie into the machine, the door was knocked upon.

Danny blinked. “Uhh. I’ll get the door.” As he approached, he suddenly had a very bad feeling.

When he opened the door, it was to Cassandra Wayne holding a platypus, with a duffel bag hanging on her arm.

Danny blushed. How did his crush know that he was here?? “C-Cass! And a platypus?”

He blinked and suddenly, both Cass and the platypus were gone. Instead, there was Orphan and a super secret agent.

“What the—?! Where did Cass go?!”

Orphan immediately tied him up with rope and the secret agent parkoured inside to defeat Dr. Doofenshmirtz and his Find-a-Hoodie-Inator, who screamed, “Perry the Platypus?!” as he was soundly defeated. Danny groaned at the sight of it. His poor hoodies.

Now he was never going to find them!

Orphan patted his head and then stepped over his tied up body to grab the hoodie that he had given to Dr. Doofenshmirtz. She took it carefully, hummed once, and then came back to Danny’s limp body. Then she dropped a duffel bag on top of him.

Danny blinked. When she released him, she and Perry the Platypus then darted out of the window with grappling hooks, having completed their mission of taking down the Inator for the day.

Danny stared out the window in confusion.

Then he opened the duffel bag.

It was his hoodies.

“What the fuck?!?”

[nana-mizu-shiki]

[[Hehehe >:] Of course! Imma put the tags I used for the 2nd post I made below bc I had made plans and I wanna use them as reference lol. Also, I'm absolutely loving doing this, but I will only continue after someone else rb's, I'd rather have every other reblog be mine than every one in a row. Idk, just feels weird reblogging my own part of the story. Anyways, I hope you guys like this as much as I do :) .]]

[[ #tim drake #danny phantom #dc #fanfic #funny #batman #dpxdc #tims mild stalking aint that mild but its mild for him #i know i made it sound like tim cheated jazz in but he didnt. what he did was still very illegal though #i was going to put more but my wifis being weird and i had to rewrite that last part like 3 times #next would be danny having a flashback to him punching red robin and recognizing their Vibes(souls/core) #this IS all also happening in Metropolis too btw #he has no reason to be in Gotham #cafes are overused. ive only heard of the Danny Diner once #jazz is amazing #yes the fenton parents are dead #how? idk #why? bc i wanted Danny to be Vlads ward #tim is also going to be calling him Daniel until told otherwise #anyways #;> #im obsessed with this lol ]]

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Danny had been exploring the new city he was living in invisible, intangible, and flying-able, as one does, when he had spotted what was obviously a mugging.

Now, Danny wasn't flying about in his ghost form looking for trouble- well, actually, he was- but he wasn't doing so looking to fight those doing the trouble. He was making sure where he was was safe, making sure he and his sister didn't accidentally move directly in the middle of a dangerous gang's territory or something. (They didn't, this wasn't Gotham, (But it sure was close(literally)) but he still had to check, y'know)

So anyways, on his way back home he spotted a mugging, not much honestly, but he still felt bad just thinking about leaving the poor dude, clearly just some teen struggling as is, to the fate of possibly not eating tonight because some jerk took his budget.

....He is NOT projecting, sush it! Sure, not everything the Fentons made was edible and sometimes he or Jazz had to spend all their own saved money on occasion to not be poisoned but- Whatever!

Danny had flown about a block away before shifting back alive in some dark alley- surprisingly so for Metropolis- and then walked back casually back to where he knew it was happening, intending to help the teen via distraction.

However, when Danny had actually gotten the Thief's attention, somehow ending up cornering the guy while the teen ran, some short red figure had dropped in front of him and knocked the guy out swiftly, having shocked both the Thief and Danny thoroughly with his sudden appearance.

With the red figure turning around, Danny punched them before he could be attacked and stumbled to the entrance of the alley, more in the light with more room to run should the Red figure approach.

The Red one had stumbled back as well, more due to Danny's punch rather than his own violation. And Danny heard as he tripped over a few cans that had fallen out of nearby trash cans. Danny had watched the Red one rapidly as they recovered from the punch, and had come to a slowly dawning horror of realization as he recognized what they were wearing as a superhero suit. He didn't know which one, but it was definitely one of them.

The Red hero had looked up as Danny had finally realized what he had done and they had simply stared at each other for a while before...

Before Danny decided, once more, to just Book It.

He wasn't dealing with this bullshit, not today.

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Danny blinked out of the memory as he stared at the boy by the door, holding out what must be more than at least 4 dozen roses in one bouquet and smiling sheepishly with a hand (not holding the bouquet) scratching his neck.

He was... the Wayne boy he had punched, like, months ago.

And also... that Red Robin hero he had run into, like, a few weeks ago.

Danny blinked once more at the flowers, looking around the diner, between the would-be-criminal and his apparently-secret-admirer, and once more at the flowers.

Yeah. He had absolutely no idea what was going on.

He didn't mind much though. The guy was pretty cute for someone he'd punched on multiple occasions.

....And for someone who was so clearly alive but had such Obsession that he had formed his own mini-core. The Obsession didn't even seem to be focused on one thing! Not that Danny can tell, really.

And. Huh. That's definitely something Danny didn't know was possible. Whatever, he was literally-technically prince of an entire realm that's the in-between of literally every universe in existence, this probably just makes him liminal in some other technical way. Liminal-Adjacent or something.

The silence almost stretches onto becoming awkward, and so Danny just blurts out his answer, not even really remembering the question.

"I… I mean, sure? Why... not? I mean, you seem cool, I guess."

Danny shrugged awkwardly, looking down at the passed-out would-be-thief as he began to flush, seeing out of the corner of his eye as the Wayne boy grinned like he gave him a million dollars (actually, bad analogy, he's like a billionaire so that's probably loose change to him, whatever, it's the principle of the thing).

"Great!" The boy exclaimed, skipping over and placing the roses and a note that he pulled from nowhere onto the counter Danny had hopped over.

"I know this place closes soon, so if you don't have anything planned already I'd love to take you out later today, my numbers on there if you want to fish this out more over text. I'll see you later Daniel!"

"Wha.… How the hell did I score some sickly pretty rich boy?" Danny muttered absently as he watched the other skip out the door grinning ear to ear.

Shaking himself out of his stupor once more now that his apparent soon-to-be-date left his store, Danny focused back on the passed out dude loitering on his floor.

"Hm. Now what do I do with you?"

Sorry, Rich Boy

If there was anything Danny hated more than anything, it was doing what Vlad wanted him to do. Especially when he'd done it thinking it was against the fruitloop's wishes and the man gave him that smirk that tells him Danny had played right into the fuckers hands.

So Danny had gotten good at sniffing out a scheme. And, honestly, he didn't need to do much sniffing here.

Vlad had invited him as a plus one to a Wayne (Yes, that Wayne. Brucie Goddamn Wayne.) Gala, meant to take place only a few days from now. Vlad must have suspected Danny would never agree, would have thought it was another attempt for Danny's loyalty where none of his friends could help. Unfortunately for Vlad, Danny was a spiteful fuck and he wouldn't let Vlad go to a Gala full of rich fools alone. Not when Vlad had previously admitted to how he'd gotten his fortune in the first place.

So, there Danny was, keeping an eye on Vlad. At a Wayne Gala. In Gotham, New Jersey. Fuck his half-life.

It was a horrible idea, really. The suit is stuffy, the room is stuffy, and the people are fucking stuffy. He hangs around the food for the most part, only because Vlad keeps coming back to it which makes keeping an eye on the guy somewhat easier. He admits coming was a good idea only when he sees Vlad making buddies with the Wayne troop themselves and that smirk is on his face. Well, fuck that.

He catalogs the group; not including Bruce Wayne there is a scowling child (immediately off the table, he’s not some fucko like Vlad okay), two teenage boys (one of them black and built like a small brick wall. The other a white boy, scrawny as hell, and looking a breeze away from passing out), two teenage girls (one a peppy blonde and the other a ravenette, off to the side laughing together), and a man (big).

Overall, if he had to pick who to go after to cause the most fuss, it’d be the kid. However, he has morals, so he sets his sights on the skinny white boy instead. He’s skinny, obviously, but upon a closer look has some muscle on him that makes Danny less guilty for his choice. Sorry, rich boy, but Danny has a godfather to piss off.

He sets down his drink, walks over, and decks the poor boy in the face. The look of horror on Vlad's face is well worth the absolute confusion coating the entire group.

And, just for the cherry on top, he turns to Brucie Wayne and the fruitloop, "Your Gala sucks and so does your city. Fuck this place, never bring me here ever again Vlad."

[circeyoru]

Shadow and Void _ Part 5

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Enemy Monarch!Reader]

Part 1 ― Part 2 ― Part 3 ― Part 4 ― Part 5 (here)

Without a second left to process, you disappeared before her eyes again and reappeared behind her. Hae-In only managed to turn around just in the nick of time and block an attack. When the dust cleared, she realized her blade was blocking off a staff, and her arms trembled as she tried to stop it from slamming into her face. 

Her eyes widened when the top part of the staff had a misty aura, and sensing imminent danger, she immediately backed away with the sword in hand. She stared at the spot she once stood, now with a craved blade in her place. The staff had turned into a scythe within seconds. If she hadn’t trusted her instincts, she might have been stabbed.

You clicked your tongue and moved in for another swipe at her. Without enough time to dodge, she used her blade to block it as best she could. However, it only managed to knock her to the side. You retracted the blade back into a staff, your hand hovered over the middle of the staff and moved towards the end to make a needle. Then you shot it in her direction without a second to spare. 

This time, she dodged it, but the sharp tip scraped her dominant arm. She faltered as she kneeled on one knee, using the sword as a support to prevent herself from falling over and creating more of a disadvantage to her already dire situation.

Seems like the winner of this match has been decided… Jinwoo thought to himself. “Are you satisfied now?”

“Not yet…” Hae-In panted, the colour on her face drained, “I can still fight.”

You could feel your eye twitch. This was getting more and more annoying by the second. You couldn’t help but leak a bit of your malicious aura out at her defiance and troublesome attitude. Why in the realms did you think she could be useful to you?

What’s she thinking? I didn’t think she’d be reckless enough to keep fighting even after realizing their difference in strength. This is not an actual summon of mine but a Monarch who’s still hostile to me. His eyes landed on your form. Though calm, he noticed the twitch in your fingers and eyes that gave away your irritation if one ignored the dark aura around you. I can tell… There’s an overwhelming thirst to kill being suppressed. If the Monarch of this realm wants to kill her, she’s dead.

“One more move,” Jinwoo said. He looked over to Hae-In. “If you can’t defeat my summon ally with the next move, then it’s your loss.”

The giant needle that was launched disappeared and reformed in your hand, this time as a pair of sharp claws extended from your hands. You ran forward at her. The quicker she loses, the quicker all this ends, and you can relax. 

{Skill: Sword Dance} Hae-In’s sword glowed a golden aura. When you were within range, her blade attacked without missing a beat and unstopping. You didn’t even appear to be in trouble as your claws swatted off the attack with ease. You glared at her as you grabbed onto the blade and broke it into pieces. This is the end for her.

Yet Hae-In didn’t stop as she went for another technique {Skill: Sword of Light}. What remained of the sword reformed its bladed shape with a golden glow. She made her move quickly as she tried to stab into your chest. You merely raised your open palm at her and your mist devoured her technique. Amid her disbelief, you kicked her in the stomach and raised your claw at her. Your glowing eyes stared down at her.

This ends now.

“Stop!”

When you came to realization, Jinwoo had his dagger out, blocking your attack aimed at Hae-In as the two solid surfaces clashed with sparks flying. Your crazed eyes turned back to normal, as did your aura. However, your eyes widened as they met the vessel’s, there was a brief moment of question and a burning sensation you couldn’t explain. None of that! You tsked and backed up, snapping your fingers to bring everyone back to the human world, back to that insufferable vessel’s office.

“My ally won, Hunter Cha.” That was all you needed to hear and left them without a word of exchange, leave Jinwoo’s presence for the moment.

You fell into a vortex and reappeared on some rooftop of a building. You sat down and crossed your arms with a scowl on your face. “Annoying. So annoying. How could Ashborn pick such a demanding vessel?” Like a volcano erupting, you screamed your lungs out, “Ahhhhhhhh!!!”

The shadow behind you shifted and a figure appeared.

You felt tick marks appeared on your forehead when you sensed another presence behind you, “Listen here, you little vessel! If you think―” Your words were cut short the moment your head turned around to see a familiar Shadow. “Igris.”

The humanoid Shadow bowed with a hand over his ‘heart’ area before stepping closer to where you were.

“It’s been so long. No wonder you weren’t in the army, you were sent to that vessel to look after.” You smiled at the loyal knight. “That vessel’s a handful, right?”

Igris seem to take a moment to think before he shook his head.

You raised a brow, “Why aren’t you saying anything?” At his silence, your eyes widened. “No… You aren’t at full strength, aren’t you? That’s why you can’t talk.”

Igris nodded.

“That vessel is incompetent…” You huffed.

Igris’ hand ruffled the top of your head.

“I am so complaining on your behalf! Wait. What name did he give you? Don’t tell me he took away your manly name!”

Igris shook his head.

That caught your attention, then another question popped up. “Then that special word. Is it still… [Arise]?”

Igris nodded.

“No way…” You turned to look down at the city below of the people mingling and living without fear or knowing what’s to come. One’s a chance, two is just… It can’t be a coincidence. The fact that this vessel, Jinwoo, was protected and raised to be such a powerhouse, even given Igris as his Shadow from the original army. Ashborn can’t be serious…

“I’m going to have a successor. Can you watch over them for me?”

No way. You shook your head forcefully. You hugged your knees close to your chest. The difference between a vessel and a successor was simple: a vessel is where the human soul is devoured the moment the Monarch arrives while a successor is where the original Monarch’s essence is… You buried your head in your arms.

“Igris… Is Ashborn mad at me for betraying him?”

Out of your view, Igris kneeled and placed a hand on your head, his cape wrapped around you for support and comfort. In a way, he was telling you as best he could that his former master had already forgotten about the ordeal.

You’ve waited too long for your answer, your redemption, your punishment, to be passed on to some outsider, worse, to some human. This was too much, such a cruel joke. Were you a fool to wait so long? 

You raised your head and stared at the tiny humans below that looked like ants crawling around. What did Ashborn see in these humans that made him pick a successor and sacrifice himself? What made this vessel, Jinwoo, so special?

Well, yes, Jinwoo was unlike any other human you’d met. He was kind and cold simultaneously, fair and just to those he met, strong and controlled in his overwhelming power. He could have the entire world at his feet if he wished. However, he strived for the simple things in life, like caring for his family. When you were held captive, you had seen how fast his mood changed at the call or text from his mother and sister. Even his guild’s vice master was a lowly D-Rank, but he treasures friendship over status.

But these were things he could do after having power. What happened before? Had he changed? Had Ashborn changed plans after Jinwoo’s growth? No, unlikely. If Ashborn had long ago said he was looking for a successor, he would have been thorough with his options. Something in Jinwoo must have caught his attention that he would make such a choice.

You need to know―to understand―why Jinwoo.

Why him, Ashborn?

You don’t want to admit it and you know you’re denying it. Ashborn wouldn’t abandon you and leave you in the care of his successor, this human that caught his favour with whatever stunts pulled before you met him. Ashborn cared for you, unlike the transactional relationship you would have with the Monarch of Destruction or the give-and-take relationship you have with the other Monarchs, you knew. You cared for him the same way, unlike how you treated the others, that he knew too.

So why? Why was there a need for a successor? You could understand building and growing a vessel. But an actual successor that was born a human? You can’t understand it at all. You can chop off your head and grow a new one over and over again, yet still can’t think of a reason why Ashborn would throw away his everything to give to a human successor.

Humans are fragile. Humans are complex. Humans are short-lived. You have seen first hand during your days on Earth. You’ve once grown attached to someone, that same someone was gone in the blink of an eye. That human that gave you unique security and affection gone like the dust in the wind. Your world shattered with that someone. Just like Ashborn.

Why else did you stall Ashborn in your realm of nothingness? You wanted him to be alive and well, without the need for any silly vessel or successor to continue living. Or the war, whatever. So long as he was alive.

Did Sung Jinwoo take Ashborn from you? No. He’s not powerful enough. He was a puppet, at least in the beginning. Ashborn wasn’t weak enough to be pushed by some humans as well. He was a strong warrior, one of the strongest. So the remaining answer was…

Ashborn picked Sung Jinwoo because he was worthy.

“Sung Jinwoo’s worthy…” Your eyes narrowed, the words that escaped your lips felt wrong but right at the same time. Igris, who stood by your side, bowed his head, agreeing with your statement. Your eyes slowly closed with your head tilted to the side in defeat, “Have it your way, Ashborn.” You exhaled through your nostrils, eyes opening with a faint glow as you stared at the setting sun. “But I have the final say for your real army.”

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[vanillarosekiss]

thoughts on stepdad!simon taking his stepdaughter's virginity..?

warnings: porn with no plot, very VERY taboo (so don't read if ur not into it!!!), use of 'daddy' once in relation to simon, unprotected piv sex, dubious consent, age gap, very dom!simon, huge size kink, possible corruption kink if u read into it. this is so icky im sorry.

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The first thrust knocked the breath from your lungs entirely, stretching you open and forcing to take all of him - slow and unrelenting as he pushed you further into the sheets on his bed. It was so wrong. All you could think about was how wrong it was. But your body was unable to escape his grasp and once the first jolts of pain had subsided, it was surprisingly pleasant.

Your stepfather, Simon Riley, taking your virginity.

You would have never thought in a million years that you'd be in this situation, so pliant and needy underneath him as he fucked you senseless. It was embarrassing, just thinking about how soaked you were for him; the constant sounds of your wetness were amplified by his thrusts. You were at his complete mercy, and you liked it.

You'd always dreamt about an older guy with experience deflowering you, but not him. Not Simon. Sure, he was good looking. Fucking handsome, in actual fact. And the more you thought, the more it turned you on that his cock was pounding you hard right now. It felt so taboo. You seemed to figure pretty fast that it was the pure idea of it being unaccepted that was fuelling your desires onwards.

You were on your stomach with your ass up as he fucked you, first slowly so as to get you used to his unbelievable size. Although he wasn't a patient man for long, and against your quiet pleas and muffled whines that he was 'too big', he began to fasten his pace.

"Just be good for me baby. You're such a sweet girl, you need to be fucked well, alright?" his voice was soft, a polar opposite to his thrusts which were now forcing you to gasp every time he plunged back into you.

"Daddy..! S'too much!" you moaned as his tip prodded your cervix, your back arching as much as possible to try and cushion his movements.

"You can take it, angel. Pretty pussy's so tight. Practically suckin' me in," he kept praising you, which only made you moan louder as you took him like an obedient little girl. He held your arm behind your back, pushing you down even more whilst he pounded your cunt harder. He thoroughly enjoyed how small you were, so easy to control and hold down for a good fuck. The sight alone of his cock splitting you open could have made him cum right there on the spot. The thought of corrupting his precious baby only spurred him on further.

Simon's assertiveness mixed with the comfort of his praise encompassed you fully, beginning to untie the knot that had been wound up in your lower tummy the moment he started touching you. You were a complete mess, leaking all over his cock.

He knew you'd come soon - he felt your core clenching around his cock ever so tightly.

Being your very first time and having taken him so well, Simon felt nice enough to reach his hand down towards your clit, rubbing little circles and hoping to make you feel good. Your back was impossibly arched, with your eyes rolling back as you felt a tidal wave of relief flow from you, drenching both Simon and his bed in your utter satisfaction. He continuously kept rubbing your pearl, helping you down from your climax as he finally reached his, letting go of a load in you as you lay there under him.

He pulled out of your sopping cunt momentarily - only to regain his composure. And it wasn't long before he was fucking himself back into you at an agonisingly slow pace, telling you how well you did, in that genuine voice of his which made you melt almost instantaneously.

You were by far his most favourite little secret.

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[sunsbaby]

𓂃 STRANDED FEATHERS

. . . when a strange angel shows up at the bunker

unexpectedly, leaving the boys to help her—or keep her.

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ ` hurt/comfort | fem!reader | one little kiss |

It all started with the war in Heaven, and oh were you a big help—almost too big of a help. Your power destroyed the enemies, but also your home at the same time. It would be reckless and plain stupid to keep you around if they wanted Heaven to be in one piece after, so they sent you down to Earth. Not forever, but how that back fired.

You didn't know how to feel when your wings carried you onto a patch of grass, thoughts clouded your mind, jumbled into one mess inside your pretty head. The flowers surrounding you gave a feeling of slight comfort, not enough to get rid of the stares that burned into the back of your being as you descended down from up above. Your brothers and sisters, the ones you adored and would die for, voted to cast you away.

You never meant to cause problems, it was your duty to fight. You were programmed to be a soldier, to bend and bow to every word that spewed from any Angel of high authority's mouth. You did what you were created to do—now you were shamed for it?

Heaven needed power, just not the messy kind, not the kind you provided.

Somehow while in the mist of your thoughts, your feet—that were decorated with frilly socks—lead you to a bunker of sorts; your eyes widened as you stared—riddled with confusion. What was this place? It's been warded against you, yet you still found it.

Your hand lightly traces the doors, careful as to not dent to. Seeing as everything you touch breaks. A soft knock is heard from inside the bunker, Sam and Dean turn their heads to the door.

Boots hitting the floor and guns tucked behind their backs, Dean opens the door slightly. His eyes widen as he takes in your appearance—disheveled hair, dirtied white socks, and a dress; while it may have been ripped a bit. To him you looked beautiful, no, what was he thinking.

"Who are you, and what do you want lady?" His voice was gruff, yet you could hear the softness behind it all. Sam stood close, kept vigil.

"I'm an Angel of the lord, I was sent to Earth–" Before you could finish the door was shut in your face. Whispers came from behind it, presumably how you even found the bunker with no knowledge of them or probably anything on Earth.

The door opened once more, this time wider allowing you to step inside. Sam grimaced at the footprints left after every step you took. You took in the sights around you with awe, mouth agape like you'd never seen anything like it before. Dean stared at your twinkling eyes from afar, a fondness brewing deep inside him; though he wanted no part of it.

It took a bit of time for you to get used to how humans did things. You learned so much about the world and the two boys—somehow they learned nothing about you.

You sat on the floor, legs crossed and a pile of books beside you, this was how you spent your days recently—you didn't bother Sam and Dean like usual. Instead you were learning everything you possibly could, learning how to not make a mess—how to be a normal Angel, like God intended.

It didn't slip past Dean how you hid away from them most days, never embracing them back when they hugged you; normally for saving their asses, and the way you seemed to always resent your reflection—eyes averting away from every mirror.

You heard footsteps walking up to you and a voice you knew very well, "What'cha up to, little lady–hm? You seem to have a lot of fun being around a bunch of pages." He teased, looking down as he took a swig of beer, something you noticed he was always drinking.

"Just learning, Dean. Have you ever bothered to do that?" You say back, a grin finding its way onto your lips.

"Ouch, that hurt, little lady." Dean chuckled, his hand moving to pat your shoulder—his brows furrowed as he saw you move away.

"What's up, you've been distant–is there something we don't know?" He asked immediately after, his voice was slightly saddened as well as concerned. In a way it made you feel better, nobody had ever spoke to you in such a caring way.

Your heart sped up and meaningless words spewed from your lips, a distraction of some sorts. A way to direct the conversation elsewhere, but Dean didn't budge. His gaze wasn't harsh, yet it burned deep into you.

"Dean, I...I'm not a safe person. I break anything near me—it's a miracle the bunker hasn't been reduced to atoms!" Tears had prickled into your waterline, but you kept going, like Dean had placed a spell on you.

"Heaven cast me away due to my power, Dean. My touch isn't good, it's messy and dangerous. If I stay too close, you all may–" He cut you off with a kiss, it was pure something sweet and innocent. As he pulled away his hand found its way to your cheek.

"We're hunters, our whole life is messy–I mean hell Sam and I are considered 'dangerous' to about everyone and everything." His gaze was soft, with something you couldn't understand shining beneath. It warmed you inside, a smile crept onto your face as he continued.

"What I'm trying to say is, you're perfect for us: for me, little lady. You fit right in like a puzzle piece, the piece we didn't know was missing, but are glad we've finally got it."

Your arms wrapped tight around him as sobs wracked through your body. And he just held you, a hand rubbing your back as he let you do your thing.

You finally belonged somewhere, a place where you could be you.

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[aurorasgate]

please don't go, not like this

kaveh x reader | you storm off after a fight only to be gravely injured

warnings: angst with a happy ending, no pronouns used for reader

he swore nothing else had sounded in his ears since you slammed the front door shut as you stormed out with tears streaming down your face and your hands bunched into fists, trying to keep hold of the last bit of strength that kept you from crumbling under the oppressive atmosphere sewn between you and your beloved.

kaveh had not been in any better shape. fighting with you.. it tore him apart even when he couldn’t stop those stupid words he didn’t mean, that didn’t portray the true painting of emotions within him, from slipping past his lips. and when you had left he felt the world dull. not even the happy setting of the tavern brought back a single drop of colorful light and the wine he downs tastes so very bitter on his tongue.  

the laughter of those around him, the music playing in the background, the glasses he drank, didn’t help to make him feel the least bit better. no, it only amplified the painful knocking in his chest as your fight played over and over again in his mind. the endings he kept drawing up, ones where you did not forgive him and left him alone in this world once more, made him sick to his stomach, the alcohol sitting at the bottom of it churning until he swore he really would throw up. 

attempting to avoid that at all costs, he rests his head on his crossed arms, messy blonde locks spilling over his shoulders and arms. his chest aches with longing to hold you and kiss your tears away even as his world spins, your sad eyes and shaking body flashing over and over behind his closed eyes while your crying hiccups echo in his ears. 

“i’m sorry y/n..” he says, the wood of the corner counter he rested on taking his words and letting them be forgotten, heard by no one and soon after, the noises of the restless sleep he enters join them.

the sounds of patrons and the tavern lights, so bright against tender ruby orbs, tells him he had only slept for a little while, enough to sober him up quite a bit but sleep, or continuing to drink, wasn’t going to help the true unease in his body. only you could do that and after coming more to his senses, waking up wanting - needing you more than he needed air, he realizes he should have done so long ago. maybe it would have only made things worse at the time but he never should have let you leave the house like that..

a glass of water is already waiting for him near where he was sitting, condensation dripping from the side of the glass and pooling around it. it’s a habit of lambads from a time before you had been in kavehs life, when he had spent more time here that he was both embarrassed and grateful for. he’s thankful for it again today too, downing it quickly as he stands to his feet and gets ready to head home, where you had hopefully returned.

even with his quick steps, weaving in and out of people still a little tipsy, kaveh can’t help but overhear the talk of those he passes; more than a few of them commenting on witnessing someone, bloodied and beaten, being carried right through treasure street by one of the matra, headed to the bimarstan. the pain he has felt for many others that he didn’t know began to spread through him at the news, making his steps slow. but it was nothing compared to the heart wrenching throb that jolted his entire body upon hearing more.

one of the women sitting at the table he was near asked her friend who the injured person was. her friend didn’t know but the description he gave had kaveh running full speed through the doors, nearly tripping over other customers feet in his hurry, worry and terror in his eyes. he doesn’t stop his speed for a second, not even as he crashes through the doors of your home, the denial echoing in his mind finally being brought forth in words as his pleas get louder with each door he throws open only to find your shared home completely empty. 

“no..” his voice is full of agony and yet still so breathless. “please, no.. no..!!”

kaveh isn’t even sure he is breathing on his way to the bimarstan, his feet feeling as heavy as lead but he still ran as fast as he could while his mind ran even faster; screaming at him how this was all his fault, just like back then.. and the last thing he had said to you was garbage he had hardly meant, not words of beauty and love like they usually were, like they should have been, and the last thing he had made you feel.. 

he has to stop his racing thoughts before they brought him to his knees, before he could even confirm it was you who had been hurt and if it was.. he had to make his way to your side, do everything he could to ensure you were okay even if right now he felt like he had nothing but his beating and breaking heart to give.

the moments it took for the staff to give him information once he stormed through the doors, all of them wide eyed and sorrowful to the man in the front of them on the verge of tears, went by painfully slow and the world itself stopped at the confirmation that yes, you had indeed been brought here and right now were in a very bad way.

they took him back to your room but every word she spoke on the way there was static to his ears and when he saw you lying in the hospital bed, bandaged, near lifeless with a healer's powers surrounding you in a glowing aura, he felt the entire world turning upside down. unsteady legs brought him to the other side of the bed from where the healer was working, their brows knitted in concentration and not paying his pitiful self any mind. 

he falls to his knees at your bedside, through teary vision taking in your state, cleaned of most of the blood but red still seeped from the white cloth, your hair messy, your lips pale. he curses himself for letting this happen; he should have never let you walk out the door.. if he had only stopped you, apologized for this stupid fight and kissed you sweetly.. you could have been curled up in his arms in your bed while he showed you how much he loved you rather than here, nearly breaking completely and begging celestia to not take you from him.

swallowing the sob that bobbed in his throat, he brought a shaking hand to your still one. your fingers were cold, unresponsive to his but he continued to hold them, trying to pour his warmth into you and give you his life if he could. he stayed like that, sobbing silently into the sheets beside you, pleading for you to come back to him between shallow breaths, to be okay, telling you how sorry he was over and over.

he couldn’t lose you, doesn’t know how the world will continue to go on without you. he already felt it cracking and breaking like it never had before, a similar guilt seeping from his pores and blanketing the world in sorrow of his own doing. 

there's no telling how much time had passed until the healer was finished and with an exhausted sigh and a compassionate tone, told him you were going to be okay.

“thank you,” he chokes out in barely more than a whisper, unable to take his eyes off of you.

if they left the room or if anyone had come or gone, he didn’t know. time passed but he didn’t count the minutes, hours, that he held your hand and spoke confessions of his love to your sleeping form. his voice was hoarse, his body physically aching to feel you against him and even if he was scared to touch you more than this, he was going to be sick, unable to recover, if he didn’t feel you more. if he couldn’t hear your heart beating or feel your warmth. 

his movements are incredibly tender, never once disturbing or hurting you as he sits next to you, one arm propped up, keeping him hovering above you so he can rest his head gently on chest without putting any of his weight on you.  thump.. thump.. your heart beats slow in his ears and like a lullaby it pulls him into just a little more, his head falling heavier on your chest, sporadic tears falling from his long lashes and wetting your exposed skin.

“i’m so sorry my love..” he’s said it countless times by now but meant it just as wholly as the first time he said it, when the only thing to hear was the bar top. “please..” a sob escapes him, his strength slipping causing him to put more weight on you then he intended. he can’t bring himself to ask you to forgive him, he didn’t deserve-

the familiar touch of your fingers in his long hair stops all of his thoughts, a quiet call of his name fills his ears, paints the world in pastels and warm colors, even when his chest contracts tightly it was a beautiful thing, and when your hand encourages him to lay on you more, he easily follows. 

your cries are quiet, a bit painful to your bruised body but it was nothing compared to the pain you felt when you thought you might not be making it back to kaveh. you whimper at the thought, cling to him tighter, needing the pressure even if it makes your body ache. he feels your body tremble under his, attempts to lift himself off you, not hurt you more than he already had, but your hand in his hair and the other on his back, though weak, keep him in place.

“don’t go. please..”

“i’m not going anywhere.”

after some time in the tearful, relieved, quiet between you, it’s you who finally speaks, your breaths more calm than before but still so fragile. “i’m so sorry too kaveh. i should have never left.. i was..” you can feel the tears welling up once more, “s-scared.. what if.. i- i would have - i tried-” you stumble over your every thought, losing your words to the sob creeping up your throat.

for the first time since you’d awoken, he lifts his head from your chest to look at you, your hand in his hair coming to rest on his chest. the color had returned to your lips, your cheeks wet and eyes puffy, brimming with even more tears. “shh baby,” he coos, the hand that had held onto yours for so long coming to wipe the few that escaped past your lashes as he continues to soothe you, shedding a few tears of his own.

when you’ve calmed down once more, your eyes meeting his rose colored ones that were filled with such love and he smiles, so beautiful and radiant even with his disheveled state. "everything is going to be okay as long as we're together."

[dollfaceie]

۶ৎ. Cute Kid.

Tokyo Revenger Boys. Pt 1.

۶ৎ summary: They asked you out on a date, but your child had other plans. So the date was cancelled and instead happened at your home, this leads to your child blatantly cockblocking. Your child (and soon to be new man) actively have beef with one another.

۶ৎ: sfw | scenario | fem reader | reader has a young child(different kid each time) | fluff(?) | time skipped | may or may not seem ooc | implied poc reader, though you could ignore the information that doesn’t fit you.

۶ৎ Characters include: Rindou Haitani, Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Hanma Shuji, Manjiro (Mikey) Sano Nahoya Kawata, Izana Kurokawa, Hajime Kokonoi, and Tetta Kisaki.

۶ৎRindou Haitani:

The apartment was warm and cozy, with soft pink accents and the sweet scent of vanilla candles filling the air. You’d been forced to cancel your date tonight — Raiden wasn’t feeling well, and there was no way you were leaving him alone, not even for a few hours. You’d expected disappointment, maybe a gentle “next time,” but instead, Rindou suggested bringing the date to you. It was thoughtful, sweet, and you’d appreciated it… though as you opened the door and saw him standing there, black button-up fitting just right, a small bouquet of white lilies in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, you knew this might’ve been a mistake.

Rindou’s gaze flicked over you as you stood in that flowing white and blue dress, his expression unreadable for a brief moment before he smiled — soft, charming, and far too smooth. “Hey,” he murmured, stepping inside as you moved aside, heart fluttering just a little. But before you could say much, Raiden appeared.

The four-year-old stood in the hallway like a tiny bodyguard, wearing his dinosaur pajamas and holding a half-empty sippy cup, glaring at Rindou with the intensity of a seasoned interrogator.

“Who’s that?” Raiden asked flatly, not taking his eyes off him.

Rindou, ever polite, crouched slightly, offering a friendly smile. “Hey, buddy. I’m—”

“I know who you are,” Raiden cut him off, his tone accusatory. The tension in the room shifted instantly.

As Rindou settled onto the couch, Raiden wasted no time wedging himself between the two of you, clutching his stuffed tiger protectively. “This is my seat,” he announced, eyes narrowed.

Rindou, playing along with a small smirk, shifted to the side. “No problem, champ.”

But that tiny smirk was all the opening Raiden needed. The battle lines were drawn.

Every time Rindou tried to talk, Raiden interrupted.

“Mommy, I’m hungry.”

“Mommy, my show is on.”

“Mommy, he’s sitting too close.”

You tried to juggle it all, gently redirecting Raiden, but he wasn’t having it. When Rindou offered to help with dinner, Raiden “accidentally” knocked a toy truck off the coffee table — right onto Rindou’s foot.

“Oops,” Raiden said, monotone, not breaking eye contact.

Rindou, biting his tongue, gave a tight-lipped smile, but you could see the flicker of frustration in his gaze. He knew what was happening… and Raiden knew that he knew.

Dinner didn’t go much better. Rindou made an effort, asking about Raiden’s favorite shows, his toys, what games he liked to play.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Raiden replied flatly, stabbing at his mac and cheese with a plastic fork.

“Okay… fair,” Rindou muttered, clearly trying not to laugh.

But halfway through the meal, Raiden deliberately spilled his juice across the table — and right into Rindou’s lap.

“I said oops,” Raiden repeated, voice utterly void of remorse.

Rindou, now with wine-stained pants and a forced smile, wiped at his jeans, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like a curse before plastering on his charming expression once more. “Yeah. Sure you did.”

After dinner, the battle continued. Raiden insisted on being carried to bed — by you. Not Rindou. As you tucked your son in, brushing his hair back gently, he clung to you, clearly determined to stretch this bedtime routine as long as possible.

When you finally stepped out of Raiden’s room, leaving the door cracked, Rindou stood in the hallway, hands in his pockets, waiting. From his bed, Raiden’s small voice called out, loud enough for only Rindou to hear.

“You’re leaving soon.”

Rindou, leaning casually against the doorframe, raised a brow. “You really don’t like me, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

Raiden shrugged, pulling his blanket up to his chin. “Because you’re not supposed to be here.”

There was a pause, then Rindou chuckled quietly, ruffling his own hair, looking away with an almost amused sigh. “Little punk…” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

But as he grabbed his jacket from the couch and slipped it on, you could tell — he knew he’d lost tonight. Raiden had won this round, and the tiny smile on your son’s face as he drifted off to sleep made it clear he knew it, too.

۶ৎChifuyu Matsuno:

Chifuyu showed up right on time, dressed casually but nice — a crisp white shirt, black jeans, and sneakers. He had a small bag of pastries from that cozy little bakery down the street, probably thinking it would be a sweet touch. The plan was supposed to be a simple dinner out, something light and easy, but of course, that couldn’t happen. Haruki was having one of his clingy days, the kind where he wouldn’t let you out of his sight without throwing a fit. Cancelling the date seemed inevitable, but Chifuyu, ever understanding, suggested bringing the date to your place instead.

The moment he stepped inside, Haruki was already sizing him up. Sitting on the floor with his building blocks, pacifier half-hanging out of his mouth, he didn’t say a word — just stared, eyes narrowed with a silent challenge.

“Hey, little guy,” Chifuyu greeted, giving a friendly wave.

Haruki didn’t answer. He just kept watching, calculating. Then, without breaking eye contact, he grabbed a block and casually tossed it. Not hard, but enough to make a point. It hit Chifuyu’s shoe with a soft thunk.

“Oops,” Haruki mumbled around the pacifier, eyes wide with fake innocence.

Chifuyu smiled, playing it off, though there was a flicker of something behind that polite expression — something that said he knew exactly what was happening.

“It’s okay,” you said, smoothing things over, but Haruki was already planning his next move.

Throughout the evening, it was a passive-aggressive battle, and Haruki was winning. Every time Chifuyu tried to engage with you, Haruki countered like a tiny, chubby-cheeked saboteur.

“So, how’s work been?” Chifuyu asked, leaning in, his voice warm and easy.

Before you could answer, Haruki, as if on cue, climbed into your lap. “Mommy, hold me,” he demanded softly, snuggling against your chest with a smug little glance at Chifuyu over your shoulder.

Of course, you picked him up — how could you not? His arms wrapped around your neck, thumb back in his mouth, looking victorious. Chifuyu just sipped his tea silently, clearly aware he was losing, but too kind to say anything.

When dinner was ready, things only got worse. Haruki outright refused to sit in his booster seat. “I don’t wanna sit there!” he whined, clinging to your arm.

“Haruki…” you tried gently, but he wasn’t having it.

Chifuyu, ever patient, tried to help. “Hey, buddy, I’ll tell you a story if you sit in your chair.”

Haruki’s response was a blunt, unwavering, “No.”

So, the entire dinner was you trying to eat one-handed while Haruki picked at your plate, glaring at Chifuyu like he was some kind of intruder.

The breaking point came when Chifuyu offered to help clean up. As he stood to take the dishes, Haruki “accidentally” knocked over a full glass of water — straight into Chifuyu’s lap. The splash was loud, ice clinking against the floor, and Haruki’s little “oops” came way too quickly to be sincere.

Chifuyu froze for a second, water soaking through his jeans, and you could see the brief, slow inhale he took, grounding himself.

“It’s okay… it’s fine…” he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched as he forced a smile. Meanwhile, Haruki, nestled comfortably in your arms, looked utterly satisfied with himself.

When bedtime rolled around, Haruki refused to sleep unless you stayed with him. “Mommy, sleep with me,” he whispered dramatically, eyes big and tear-filled, the ultimate weapon.

From the couch, Chifuyu heard this and knew the date was officially over. As you took Haruki to bed, Chifuyu lingered near the doorway, smiling gently, ever understanding.

But as you turned off the light, Haruki opened one eye to find Chifuyu still watching… and offered a subtle, triumphant smile. It was the kind of look that said, You’re leaving soon.

Chifuyu gave a playful, defeated little wave. “Goodnight… little monster,” he whispered.

And as the door softly closed, Chifuyu knew, without a doubt, he had completely lost this round.

۶ৎKazutora Hanemiya:

Kazutora arrived at your place just as the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the living room. He looked good—casual but sharp in a fitted black Henley, distressed jeans, and his usual combat boots. His messy hair, falling in golden waves, gave him that effortless cool that was so undeniably him. In his hands was a bouquet of sunflowers, bright and thoughtful. The plan was supposed to be dinner out somewhere nice, but you’d had to cancel because Renji wasn’t feeling well earlier. When Kazutora suggested a cozy date night at home instead, it seemed like a sweet compromise.

Renji, curled up on the couch with his blanket and a stuffed tiger, watched Kazutora enter with wide, suspicious eyes. There was something comical about it—the little tiger in Renji’s arms and the tiger tattoo stretching over Kazutora’s neck. “Hey, little dude,” Kazutora said with a small smile, trying to sound friendly. Renji didn’t respond. He just stared, lips pressed together in a tight line, already radiating an unmistakable “I don’t trust you” energy.

As you set the bouquet in a vase, Renji made his move. Kazutora tried to sit next to you on the couch, but Renji climbed into your lap, pressing himself against you with exaggerated heaviness. His head nestled into your chest, little arms wrapped tightly around your waist as if to stake a claim. “You okay, baby?” you asked gently, running your fingers through his hair. Kazutora leaned back, trying to play it cool. “Tired, huh?”

Renji lifted his head just enough to glare at him. “She’s my mommy.” His voice was soft but firm, the kind of territorial declaration that only a four-year-old could pull off with such conviction. Kazutora raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching, already realizing this wasn’t going to be easy.

The sabotage began subtly. Every time Kazutora tried to start a conversation, Renji interrupted. “So, how’s work—” Kazutora started. “Mommy, look at this!” Renji demanded, holding up a random toy he’d strategically grabbed from the floor. Of course, you praised the toy, smiling, while Kazutora sat there, watching the whole thing unfold with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “That’s… cool, man,” Kazutora muttered, but Renji just stared at him like he’d committed a crime by speaking.

When Kazutora brought over takeout from a fancy ramen place, trying to make dinner feel special, Renji took the opportunity to escalate. He refused to eat unless you fed him. “I can’t do it,” he whined dramatically, holding out his spoon like his arms didn’t work. So there you were, spoon-feeding your four-year-old while Kazutora silently stabbed at his food, fully aware that he was, once again, the third wheel on his own date. Renji, between each bite, shot him a smug, triumphant look. Kazutora whispered under his breath, “Little punk…”

Later, when Kazutora suggested watching a movie, hopeful for a little alone time with you, Renji made his next move. Just as you shifted to sit beside Kazutora, Renji announced loudly, “My tummy hurts!” Panic-mode kicked in immediately, and Kazutora watched helplessly as you scooped Renji into your arms, rubbing his back, comforting him. But as Renji nestled into your shoulder, Kazutora caught a glimpse of his face—Renji peeked at him and smiled. A slow, evil little grin. Kazutora blinked, realizing the kid had faked the entire thing just to kill the vibe.

After some coaxing, you finally got Renji to agree to go to bed, and Kazutora thought maybe, finally, there was a chance to salvage the night. But Renji wasn’t done. A few minutes after being tucked in, he appeared in the hallway, rubbing his eyes dramatically. “Mommy, I’m scared…” he whispered. Kazutora, sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand, muttered, “You are not scared.” But the way you immediately went to comfort Renji told Kazutora he’d lost this battle.

Tucking Renji back into bed, you kissed his forehead, promising to stay until he fell asleep. Kazutora, sprawled on the couch, staring at the ceiling, knew it was over. When you finally came back out, Kazutora caught one last look—Renji, eyes half-closed, offering a triumphant little smile from his bed. The unspoken message was clear: Mine. Kazutora, defeated but amused, mouthed back, “You win this time…” But he knew the war for your attention was far from over.

۶ৎHanma Shuji:

Hanma showed up that evening with his usual chaotic charm, dressed in black skinny jeans, a white button-up with the top few buttons undone, and his signature trench coat slung over his shoulders. His black-and-blonde hair was slicked back lazily, and he carried a bag of takeout and a bottle of wine. The original plan was dinner out, but you had to cancel because baby Shion was “extra fussy” and refusing to sleep.

When you opened the door, Hanma’s gaze swept over you, taking in the white maxi dress with its blue seashell and fruit print, the halter neckline that tied at your chest, creating a keyhole cutout, and the open back with thin blue straps that crisscrossed and connected to the skirt. For a split second, Hanma forgot how to breathe.

“Damn, babe… you really gonna make me behave tonight?” he teased, his voice low and playful. But just as he leaned in for a hello kiss, a loud, shrill baby wail pierced the air. Hanma froze mid-lean, eyebrows raised, as Shion made his presence very, very known. You gave him a sheepish smile, already exhausted, and said, “He’s just a little cranky…”

Hanma stepped inside, and there was Shion on a playmat, aggressively chewing on a teething ring, big teary eyes glaring up at the new man in the room. Hanma squatted down to his level, offering a lopsided grin.

“Yo, little man.”

Shion stared… then let out a loud, angry babble — a clear “No.”

Hanma, laughing softly, muttered, “Oh, we’re starting like this, huh?”

You tried to settle Shion back on the mat, but the second you moved toward Hanma, Shion’s arms shot up, demanding to be held. You scooped him up, and he immediately buried his face in your neck, shooting Hanma a side-eye over your shoulder.

“Guess he’s not a fan of sharing,” Hanma joked, setting the food on the table. Shion made a small, possessive coo, tightening his chubby arms around your neck.

Hanma tried to set up the food, plates, and wine, hoping the baby might calm down. But every time you tried to sit next to him, Shion fussed until you were forced to hold him in your lap, feeding him little bites of soft food with your fingers.

“Want me to hold him while you eat?” Hanma offered, reaching out.

The instant Hanma’s hand got too close, Shion let out a furious wail — loud, sharp, and accusing. Hanma pulled back, blinking.

“Damn… okay. I get it.”

You looked apologetic, gently rubbing Shion’s back while Hanma tried to play it cool, chewing his food slowly, though there was a clear challenge forming in his amber eyes.

After dinner, Hanma tried again — grabbing one of Shion’s stuffed animals and making it dance.

“What about this guy? He seems cool.”

Shion glared… and then dramatically threw the toy on the floor with a loud thud.

Hanma raised an eyebrow.

“Okaaay. Tough crowd.”

You gently scolded, “Shion, be nice…” but Hanma was already smirking, recognizing the game.

“It’s cool, babe. He’s just testing me.”

Shion, as if understanding, grabbed another toy and chucked it — this time, narrowly missing Hanma’s knee.

“Oh-ho… so we’re throwing things now?” Hanma chuckled, but there was an almost playful competitiveness in his tone.

You tried to put Shion down for bed, giving Hanma a hopeful smile.

“He usually falls asleep pretty fast… I’ll be back in a sec.”

Hanma leaned back on the couch, stretching out with a satisfied smirk, thinking the battle was over. But ten minutes later…

WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.

Shion, standing in the crib, red-faced, absolutely refusing to sleep.

Hanma sighed, watching you scoop Shion back up and cradle him, bouncing gently. The baby, once again in your arms, gave Hanma a smug little look over your shoulder.

You ended up sitting on the couch, rocking Shion while Hanma sat beside you, trying to act unfazed. But Shion made sure there was no hand-holding, no cuddling, no date-night atmosphere whatsoever.

Eventually, you leaned your head back, sighing softly as Shion finally dozed off against your chest. Hanma glanced at you both, smirking despite the chaos.

“You really are his whole world, huh?”

You smiled softly, brushing a hand through Shion’s hair, but Hanma caught the glint in baby Shion’s barely-open eyes — the silent message: “You won’t be here long.”

Hanma leaned closer, whispering near Shion’s ear with a sly grin:

“We’ll see about that, little man.”

۶ৎManjiro (Mikey) Sano:

Your apartment was cozy and softly lit with warm-toned fairy lights along the walls. The air smelled faintly of lavender and fresh laundry. Mikey showed up wearing black cargo pants, a plain white tee, and an oversized black hoodie—casual yet effortlessly attractive. His black hair fell in soft, messy layers around his face. He was carrying a small bag of taiyaki and a six-pack of melon soda, fully expecting a chill, intimate night in since you had to cancel your restaurant reservation due to baby Sora’s “restless mood.”

When you opened the door in your white and blue maxi dress, his dark eyes immediately scanned you, lips quirking into a lazy grin. “Wow… you really got dressed up just to break my heart and stay in?” he teased, but before he could lean in to kiss you, a loud, angry cry erupted from somewhere in the apartment. His smile twitched as he glanced past your shoulder. “Ah… the little prince.”

You laughed softly, feeling a bit tired as you let him inside. Just as the door closed behind him, Sora toddled into the living room, a pouty frown on his chubby face, clutching a small plush dinosaur. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Mikey. For a brief moment, there was a tense silence—the baby processing this intruder—before Sora dramatically dropped his toy and raised his arms to you with a demanding whimper. “He’s been a little clingy today,” you murmured apologetically, scooping him up.

Mikey offered a gentle smile, reaching out a finger to tickle Sora’s side. “Hey there, kiddo.” But the second Sora felt himself being handed off, he immediately erupted into a meltdown, screaming like Mikey was made of fire. Mikey blinked, then chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah… I see how it’s gonna be.”

As you tried to set up your little at-home dinner, Sora refused to be put down, clinging to you like a koala. Mikey sat cross-legged on the floor, watching with an amused smirk, but every time you tried to hand Sora a toy or put him back on his playmat, his face scrunched up in pure outrage, arms flailing. Eventually, Mikey offered, “Want me to hold him for a bit?”

You hesitated, but Mikey was already reaching out gently. The second Sora felt himself being handed off, though—instant meltdown. “WAAAAHHHHHHHHH.” His scream was ear-piercing, like Mikey had just committed a grave sin. You quickly took him back, soothing him with gentle shushes while Mikey, now rejected, sat back with a raised eyebrow. “Okay, so I’m the bad guy now?”

Sora, once safely in your arms again, gave Mikey a triumphant side-eye—subtle, but unmistakable. Mikey narrowed his eyes playfully. “I see what you’re doing.”

After dinner, you tried to put Sora down for the night. Mikey, hopeful, watched you walk toward the bedroom, thinking the battle might finally be over. He sprawled back on the couch, smirking to himself, waiting for your return. Five minutes passed… ten minutes… and then, WAAAAHHHHHHH. Sora’s angry, tired wailing filled the apartment. Mikey groaned quietly, running a hand through his hair as you reappeared, holding a very awake and very cranky baby. “He won’t sleep unless I hold him…”

You looked apologetic, but Mikey just offered a soft smile. “It’s fine.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, his hand subtly resting on your thigh, though Sora was still very much the center of attention.

You sat beside him again, gently bouncing Sora, who was snuggled against your chest, eyes half-lidded but still refusing to fully sleep. Mikey leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, his hand subtly resting on your thigh. But every time Mikey leaned in to say something—a soft compliment, a joke—Sora dramatically shifted in your lap, shoving his head against your chest or reaching up to grab your chin, forcing your attention back on him.

Mikey looked down at the tiny foot, then up at Sora, who, despite looking half-asleep, gave Mikey a slow blink of pure defiance. You hummed softly, your fingers running through Sora’s hair, completely unaware of the silent war going on right under your nose.

Mikey leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for the baby to hear, “You’re lucky you’re cute, little man.”

Sora smirked—or at least Mikey swore it was a smirk—before closing his eyes, fully claiming you for himself. Mikey sighed, leaning back against the couch, defeated for now—but the challenge was set. Round two, tomorrow.

۶ৎNahoya Kawata:

The evening had a gentle warmth to it, the sun just beginning to set, casting a soft golden hue over the apartment. You’d planned to go out tonight — a long-overdue date with Nahoya — but, of course, life had other ideas. Kaito had been fussy all day, refusing to nap, and by the time the sitter was supposed to arrive, it was clear you weren’t going anywhere. You felt bad canceling, but Nahoya, ever relaxed, just laughed over the phone and said, “No biggie. I’ll come to you instead.”

You hadn’t expected him to actually show up thirty minutes later, leaning against your doorway with that easy grin, hands in his pockets, looking far too good in his black short-sleeve Henley and ripped jeans.

“Thought I’d make your night a little less boring,” he teased, eyeing you with a playful glint as you stood there in that white and blue maxi dress — the flowing fabric hugging your curves, the open back making you feel a little more elegant than a typical night in.

But as inviting as the scene was, there was one small, glaring problem.

Kaito.

Your three-year-old was sitting right in the middle of the living room floor, surrounded by blocks, and the moment Nahoya stepped inside, his chubby cheeks puffed out in a pout that spoke volumes.

“Who’s that?” Kaito asked, blunt as ever, eyeing Nahoya like he was an intruder.

Nahoya, never one to back down from a challenge, crouched slightly, offering a friendly wave. “Yo, kiddo. I’m Nahoya.”

Kaito stared. Hard.

You could already feel the tension brewing, though Nahoya seemed completely unfazed. He kicked off his shoes and made himself comfortable on the couch while you moved to the kitchen, already preparing snacks.

The second your back was turned, the battle began.

Kaito, still sitting on the floor, glared up at Nahoya, gripping a bright red block in his little fist. “That’s my couch.”

Nahoya smirked, lounging deeper into the cushions, spreading his arms across the back like he owned the place. “Yeah? Looks like I found it first.”

Kaito’s eyes narrowed dangerously — well, as dangerously as a toddler could manage.

The next half hour was a constant back-and-forth.

“Momma, I want a snack.”

“Momma, I’m thirsty.”

“Momma, can you come here?”

Every request timed perfectly to interrupt any conversation or moment of closeness between you and Nahoya. You could see the amusement dancing in his eyes, though, as he played along, more entertained by the challenge than anything else.

But Kaito wasn’t done. No, not by a long shot.

When Nahoya tried to help clean up the blocks, Kaito dramatically threw himself on top of the pile, shouting, “NOOOO! Don’t touch my toys!”

“Alright, alright,” Nahoya chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, though you caught the faintest twitch of annoyance in his smile.

Dinner rolled around, and Kaito, sensing his mother’s attention was being stolen, took things up a notch.

“Momma, sit next to me,” he demanded, climbing into his chair with a determined frown.

You gave Nahoya a small, apologetic smile as you slid into the seat beside your son, leaving Nahoya on the other side of the table, now thoroughly third-wheeled by a toddler.

Halfway through the meal, Kaito “accidentally” knocked over his water cup, sending a small flood across the table — and right into Nahoya’s lap.

“Ooops…” Kaito drawled, with the most unapologetic expression a three-year-old could muster.

Nahoya froze, blinking as the cold water soaked into his jeans, before exhaling slowly through his nose, giving Kaito a long, unreadable look. “Yeah… sure.”

After dinner, the standoff continued.

Kaito insisted on bedtime stories — multiple bedtime stories — and of course, only from you. Not Nahoya. You could feel the man’s gaze on you from the doorway as you tucked your son in, brushing his hair back gently, his tiny hand clutching your fingers as he yawned, dragging out the bedtime routine as long as physically possible.

When you finally stepped out, closing the door quietly behind you, Nahoya was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching with a lopsided grin.

From inside the room, Kaito’s voice drifted out, soft but pointed.

“Is he still here?”

Nahoya smirked, not missing a beat. “Yup.”

“Tell him to go home.”

“Not happening, kid.”

There was a pause. Then, from beneath the blankets, Kaito muttered, “I don’t like you.”

Nahoya let out a quiet, amused huff, shaking his head. “I got that, yeah.”

But even as he grabbed his jacket, preparing to leave, there was a flicker of determination in his eyes. Kaito might’ve won tonight… but Nahoya clearly wasn’t planning on giving up anytime soon.

۶ৎIzana Kurokawa:

The evening air was soft and warm, the sky painted with hues of pink and orange as the sun began to dip below the horizon. You’d planned a night out — something rare and exciting — but with Kaizer still so little, the reality of getting away for a few hours was impossible. The babysitter canceled last minute, and despite your apologies over the phone, Izana’s voice was smooth and unconcerned.

“I’ll come over,” he said simply, as though it was no trouble at all.

You didn’t expect him to actually show up on your doorstep twenty minutes later, dressed effortlessly in a sleek black shirt and dark jeans, hands in his pockets, giving you that quiet, knowing smile that always seemed to unnerve and charm at the same time.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, gaze trailing over the flowing white and blue maxi dress you’d put on for what was supposed to be a night out — the open back, the delicate halter neckline, and the soft skirt brushing your ankles. His eyes lingered, but his attention was quickly stolen by the soft babbling of Kaizer, who sat in the middle of the living room floor, surrounded by his plush toys.

The second Izana stepped inside, Kaizer — barely over a year old — froze, blinking up at the unfamiliar man with wide, dark eyes. And then… the hostility began.

Kaizer stared at him with a seriousness far beyond his baby years, clutching a stuffed bunny with both hands, holding it like a weapon.

“Hey there,” Izana greeted softly, crouching down a little, keeping his distance but offering a gentle smile. “What’s up, little guy?”

Kaizer blinked once. Twice. Then, with the most exaggerated pout imaginable, he let out a loud, disapproving wail.

You rushed over, scooping him up into your arms, gently bouncing him, whispering soft reassurances, but Kaizer’s dark little eyes remained locked on Izana with an intensity that spoke of pure, baby-sized betrayal.

Izana chuckled softly, not at all deterred. “I don’t think he likes me.”

“He’s just… fussy,” you tried, offering a weak smile as Kaizer buried his face against your shoulder, one chubby hand clutching your dress possessively, as though claiming you as his and his alone.

The evening unfolded with Kaizer declaring quiet, passive-aggressive war.

When you sat on the couch, Kaizer insisted on being in your lap. When Izana tried to sit beside you, Kaizer kicked his tiny feet out, accidentally (but very much on purpose) hitting Izana in the thigh with surprising strength for such a little thing.

“Oops…” you murmured, shooting Izana an apologetic glance.

Izana, ever composed, just smiled, though there was a glimmer of challenge in his eyes as he leaned back, watching Kaizer with amusement, as though recognizing a worthy opponent.

Dinner was no better.

Kaizer, seated in his high chair, stared Izana down with the determination of a baby defending his territory. Every time Izana tried to talk to you, Kaizer made a loud, random noise — banging his spoon, squealing, or blowing raspberries with dramatic flair — effectively cutting off any adult conversation.

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?” Izana murmured, gaze locked with Kaizer’s.

Kaizer responded by throwing his spoon on the floor. Hard.

You sighed, bending down to retrieve it, and when you sat back up, Izana was still watching Kaizer with a faint, unreadable smile, like he was actually enjoying the challenge.

After dinner, things escalated.

Kaizer, tired but refusing to go to sleep, became extra clingy. You tried rocking him, singing softly, but every time you tried to set him down, he wailed, reaching for you with dramatic sobs, forcing you to pick him back up.

“Go to sleep, little man,” Izana said quietly from the doorway, his voice calm but firm.

Kaizer’s head snapped up from your shoulder, glaring over at him with sheer, baby-sized defiance.

“No,” he said, clear as day.

You blinked.

Izana blinked.

Kaizer, satisfied, buried his face against you again, little arms tight around your neck, effectively claiming victory.

“You’ve got your hands full,” Izana said with a soft chuckle as you finally emerged from the nursery, looking tired but relieved that Kaizer had finally fallen asleep.

“Yeah… sorry. He’s… a bit much,” you sighed, brushing your hair back, offering a sheepish smile.

But Izana, leaning casually against the wall, gave you that slow, unreadable smile of his — a mix of amusement and quiet determination.

“I like a challenge,” he murmured, voice low, eyes glinting as though silently telling Kaizer — asleep just beyond the door — that he wasn’t going anywhere.

۶ৎHajime Kokonoi:

The evening had that soft, golden glow that only came with summer’s end — warm, honeyed light streaming through your windows, casting long shadows over the hardwood floor. The smell of shea butter and cocoa lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the soft floral perfume you’d carefully dabbed on your wrists. You stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the white maxi dress that hugged your curves just right, its blue seashell and fruit print vibrant against your caramel-toned skin. The halter neckline tied neatly at your chest, forming a small, teasing keyhole cutout, while thin blue straps crisscrossed your bare back before meeting the fitted waist. The skirt flared out gently, brushing against your ankles with every shift, giving you the kind of soft, effortless elegance you rarely got to feel anymore.

You’d even taken the time to refresh your curls, the thick, springy coils framing your face perfectly, glossy with a light coat of coconut oil. The scent was subtle but warm — familiar, comforting. Your edges were laid flawlessly, baby hairs swooped in delicate waves along your hairline, the kind of detail that took time and patience but made all the difference. You looked good, felt good… for once.

But of course, peace was never that simple.

From the living room came a loud, exaggerated sigh — the unmistakable sound of your five-year-old daughter, Airi, broadcasting her boredom and dissatisfaction with her entire soul.

“I really can’t go out tonight,” you whispered into your phone, glancing toward the sound of her dramatics. “My babysitter canceled… I’m so sorry, it’s just—”

“I’ll come to you,” Kokonoi interrupted smoothly, his voice low and decisive, like he’d already made the call before you could protest.

You hesitated, glancing back at Airi. She was sprawled out on the floor, her caramel-brown cheeks slightly flushed, surrounded by a mess of coloring books, markers, and her ever-present pink stuffed bunny, whose fur was worn down from years of love. Her wild, coily pigtails stuck out in two large, frizzy puffs, stubbornly resisting your attempts to tame them earlier that day. She was gripping a marker like her life depended on it, her little brows furrowed in fierce concentration as she colored — hard.

“I don’t know if that’s a good—”

“I’ll be there in twenty,” Kokonoi said, and just like that, the line went dead.

You barely had time to straighten up the house before the doorbell rang.

When you opened it, there he was — sleek and polished, like he’d just stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine. Kokonoi Hajime, with his hair perfectly tousled, a black button-up with the top buttons undone just enough to hint at the smooth line of his collarbone, and fitted slacks. His sharp, calculating eyes did a slow, deliberate sweep over you, taking in the dress, the curves, the bare skin of your shoulders, and the smoothness of your legs.

“You look…” He paused, his voice rough around the edges now. “Incredible.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, a flattered, fluttery feeling stirring in your chest — until a small, suspicious voice shattered the moment.

“Who are you?”

Airi had materialized in the doorway, barefoot, wearing her oversized princess nightgown, the hem brushing her ankles, her stuffed bunny dangling limply from her hand. Her skin glowed softly in the evening light, and her big, dark eyes were narrowed in unmistakable distrust.

Kokonoi’s gaze flicked to her, and for a split second, he looked… caught off guard. Clearly, he wasn’t used to being interrogated by someone half his height.

“I’m a friend of your mom’s,” he said smoothly, offering a faint, polite smile.

Airi wasn’t impressed.

“Why are you here?” she pressed, her tone flat, her little arms crossed tightly over her chest, one hip popped out in that sass-filled way only a five-year-old girl could manage.

“I—”

“You’re not my dad,” she announced bluntly, her expression making it clear that this fact alone was enough reason for him to leave immediately.

The air went thick for a moment. You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing, watching as Kokonoi — cool, composed, and calculating — found himself on the receiving end of the world’s tiniest power move.

“Airi…” you started, your voice low with warning, but she wasn’t done.

With dramatic flair, she turned her back to him, marched into the living room, and flopped onto the couch with a loud, pointed sigh, clutching her bunny to her chest like a beloved battle companion.

“I’ll be nice if you give me twenty dollars,” she added, not even looking up, her voice casual, like this was just a standard transaction.

Kokonoi blinked. Slowly. The disbelief was plain on his face as he glanced back at you.

“She’s extorting me,” he muttered under his breath.

“She does this with everyone,” you whispered, your tone apologetic, but Airi was already watching him out of the corner of her eye, waiting.

Kokonoi, ever the businessman, sighed and pulled out his wallet, producing a crisp twenty-dollar bill.

“Is this all it takes?” he asked dryly, raising a sharp eyebrow.

Airi snatched the bill with the speed of a seasoned hustler, stuffed it into the pocket of her nightgown, and… went right back to glaring at him.

“She’s not going to be nice, is she?” Kokonoi asked quietly, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and resignation.

“Nope,” you confirmed, sighing. “Not a chance.”

And thus, the silent war began.

During dinner, Airi made sure to sit pressed up against your side, her small, warm arm looped possessively around yours. Every time Kokonoi tried to speak to you, she’d cut in — her tone flat, her gaze sharp, tossing shade with the casual precision of a child who knew exactly how to get what she wanted.

“You’re sitting too close,” she declared when Kokonoi shifted his chair an inch nearer.

Kokonoi gave her a long, unreadable look… and leaned back with a sigh, clearly calculating his next move.

After dinner, you tried putting her to bed, but of course, that didn’t go smoothly either.

“She does this every time someone comes over,” you whispered when you reappeared, looking mildly exasperated.

Kokonoi, lounging on the couch, one arm draped casually over the back, smirked faintly.

“She’s protective,” he said simply, like that explained everything.

“You’re being generous,” you muttered, collapsing beside him, grateful for the moment of peace.

But just as the tension shifted, as Kokonoi leaned in a little closer, his eyes dark with something warmer, hungrier—

“Mommy! I need water!”

You groaned, already halfway to the kitchen, Kokonoi watching you with a resigned, faintly amused smile.

“She’s not going to let this happen, is she?” he murmured.

“Not a chance,” you called back, grabbing a glass.

And as the night stretched on, it became clear that Airi, your tiny, sassy gatekeeper, had won this round — and probably every round after.

۶ৎTetta Kisaki:

The evening light filtered through the window, casting a soft golden glow in the living room, while the faint scent of lavender and honey mixed with the sound of your daughter’s footsteps running across the hardwood floor. Your white maxi dress with the blue seashell and fruit print clung to you just enough to feel graceful and feminine, but the reality of your life had you focused on much more than your outfit. The halter neckline with the keyhole cutout felt flattering against your caramel-toned skin, and the blue piping accentuated the curves that had both the grace and strength of motherhood. The warm, soft feel of the fabric as it swayed with your movements made you feel light — a moment of calm before your daughter inevitably interrupted.

Layla, your 10-year-old daughter, was on the couch, sitting cross-legged, her dark brown eyes flickering with impatience. With a sharp mind that often made you think twice, she had an opinion about everything, and that included the people you brought around her. And now, someone was here — and Layla didn’t quite approve of him yet.

When the doorbell rang, you opened it to reveal Kisaki. He stood tall, sharp in his dark suit, his platinum blonde hair a stark contrast to the darkening evening. His cold, calculating eyes softened a little when they met yours, but the usual smug smirk played on his lips, always so confident in his approach.

“You look stunning,” he said, his voice smooth as always.

You smiled, half-flattered but aware of the tension in your chest. “Thank you.”

But as soon as you let him inside, Layla piped up from the living room. “Who’s that?”

You glanced back toward the couch, where Layla was sitting, arms crossed, a serious look on her face, her deep brown eyes narrowing slightly as she sized up Kisaki. She looked like she was calculating him, figuring out the angles, the weaknesses. She was smart, and she wasn’t quick to trust.

“Hey, Layla. This is Kisaki. He’s a… friend of mommy’s,” you said, trying to keep the tone light.

Layla looked at you, then at Kisaki, then back at you again, her expression unchanged. “A friend, huh?”

Kisaki raised an eyebrow but didn’t break his cool, collected demeanor. “That’s right. Just a friend.”

Layla’s mouth curved into a slight, knowing smirk. “So, are you going to be here for dinner or are you just here to stare at my mom?”

Her tone wasn’t rude, but it had the unmistakable bite of a child who wasn’t afraid to be blunt. And there was something in the way she said it — the way she didn’t flinch when Kisaki’s gaze met hers — that made it clear she wasn’t going to let him off easy.

Kisaki’s smirk didn’t falter, but you could see the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “I’m here for dinner,” he replied, a trace of humor in his voice.

Layla didn’t move. She just stared at him for a long moment, as if trying to read him like an open book. It was clear from the way her eyes flickered that she wasn’t intimidated, just observant. A sharp, calculating mind wrapped in a 10-year-old’s body.

You shook your head slightly, both amused and exasperated. “Layla, go set the table, please.”

Her eyes flickered to you, then back to Kisaki, and she hesitated only for a moment before she stood and stalked off to the kitchen. Her steps were heavy, purposeful, and she muttered something incoherent as she passed by.

Kisaki looked at you, his expression unreadable. “She’s… something.”

You sighed, turning back to the kitchen where Layla had already taken charge. “She’s protective, that’s all,” you said.

Kisaki chuckled low in his throat. “I can tell.”

Dinner was an exercise in patience. Layla continued to challenge him with her snarky comments and hard stares. She didn’t make it easy for him, questioning every little thing he said with a critical eye. She’d interrupt the conversation to tell him how she preferred her food to be cooked, pointing out how she thought he was a little too fancy for a family dinner.

“Do you always wear suits?” Layla asked between bites of her food. “It’s not a formal occasion.”

Kisaki leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the rim of his glass. “I like to dress for the occasion,” he replied smoothly, his voice steady despite the underlying tension.

Layla wasn’t convinced. “And is this an occasion? Or is this just you trying to look important in front of my mom?”

You nearly choked on your drink, a laugh bubbling up, but you quickly stifled it, clearing your throat. “Layla, that’s enough.”

But Kisaki didn’t seem offended. He almost looked impressed, like he was enjoying this little game. “It’s fine,” he said, his eyes not leaving Layla’s. “But I’m not trying to look important. Just trying to get to know your mom.”

Layla narrowed her eyes. “I’m not stupid. You’re trying too hard.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Layla, please.”

But Layla didn’t seem to care. She’d made up her mind. This wasn’t just a regular dinner — this was a test. And she was going to see how Kisaki handled it, every little bit of it.

The rest of the evening didn’t get much easier. Kisaki tried to engage you in conversation, but Layla always seemed to have a way of interrupting at just the right moment — demanding more juice, needing to tell you something about her day, or giving you the “look” that told you she was still suspicious of him.

As the evening wore on, Layla finally retired to her room with a heavy sigh, giving you a moment to catch your breath. You turned to Kisaki, exhausted from the mental gymnastics of the evening.

“She’s a handful,” you said, massaging your temples.

“I’m not bothered,” Kisaki replied, his voice still smooth, but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes. “It’ll take more than that to stop me.”

You looked at him, half-amused, half-exasperated. “I’ll be honest — she’s not easy to win over. But she’ll eventually warm up… hopefully.”

Kisaki smiled, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m patient. I’ll wait.”

And you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of something, something between excitement and apprehension, as you realized that this wasn’t going to be over quickly. Layla might be protective, but Kisaki wasn’t a man who gave up easily.

[winteringdream]

power out! — kim leehan

You had worked at the small convenience store near your house for a while now. Being a student meant working late night shifts so you could go to school during the day.

You sigh as you put your phone down. Nobody would be going to a convenience store at this time. Why even bother having the store open?

"Hey, Leehan?" You ask, exclaim, not knowing if the boy was in the store or not.

"Yes?" His voice sounds from somewhere near the drinks.

"What are you doing over there?" You ask, leaning over the counter to look at him. He's crouched down, looking at the bottom row of drinks, reading something on them.

"I'm reading the fun fact on each of these bottles, did you know honey never spoils? Archaeologists have found pots of honey in ancient tombs that are over 3000 years old and still perfectly edible." He reads out loud for you with a grin on his face. "Imagine eating the same honey as people from 3000 years ago."

"Yeah, imagine." You hum, getting up from your seat to walk over to your co-worker. "Let me see."

Leehan stands up, stretching his legs after crouching for a long time. He hands the bottle over to you, looking at you as you read the fact he had just read out loud.

"Want some icecream?" He suddenly jokes, sliding the freezer door open. "There are a few that expire tomorrow, we're supposed to take them out anyway."

Interested, you quickly put the bottle back in its place, and peer into the freezer. Leehan pulls out a Melona bar, handing it to you.

Suddenly, a loud buzz sounds throughout the whole store, and with a click all the lights go out. The two of you are frozen in your spots, not knowing what to do.

"Power outage at this time?" Leehan questions, closing the sliding door of the freezer. "It's 2 am, usually the power outages happen during the day."

"They do?" You had never heard of power outages happening, but you never worked any day shifts. You pull off the plastic wrapper of the ice cream bar. "What do we do now?"

"Just wait, usually it turns back on."

"Won't the icecream melt?"

"Power will probably be back in a few minutes." Leehan murmurs, his hands reaching for a shelf or something else to hold onto.

"Leehan, that's my shoulder." You snicker, tapping his hand. You had to admit, it was pitch black inside the store, the only light coming from the street light outside.

His hand doesn't leave your shoulder, instead, he reaches his other arm out for you to grab.

"Come on," Leehan says softly, guiding you with his touch. His touch makes you slightly flinch at the contact. "You might need a little help navigating in the dark."

You hesitate for a moment, then chuckle, deciding to take his hand. "Guess you're right. I don't want to end up tripping over the stock boxes."

You both move slowly, using the faint glow from the streetlight outside the window to guide your steps. His hand remains on your shoulder, and though it’s not entirely necessary, it feels reassuring.

As you approach the counter, you can hear the quiet scrape of his shoes against the floor.

"Maybe this power outage is a sign," You say with a grin, "Maybe we’re supposed to have a break. A nice, quiet night. Just us, the ice cream, and no customers."

"That’s true." He chuckles "Though there aren't any customers at this time anyway. I mean, I won’t say I like the dark, but it's fun."

Maybe it's because it's dark but you can hear your heart thumping more loudly than usual. Your hands find the small stool that you had just been sitting on.

Just as you're about to sit down you trip, falling to the floor with a shriek knocking something down with you. By the sound of it it's your phone.

"Are you alright? What just happened?" Leehan calls out with concern. You wince, rubbing the back of your head.

"Did you fall?" Leehan crouches down, his hands moving around to find you. He smiles when he touches your arm, following it to the back of your head.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little," you admit, the pain sharper than you expected. You grit your teeth, trying to ignore it, but the discomfort makes it hard to focus on anything else.

You can feel the warmth of Leehan’s hand where it rests against the back of your head, the gentle pressure of his fingers almost reassuring, like he’s there to make sure you’re okay. It brings a strange sense of comfort despite the pain.

All of a sudden the lights go on again, your eyes squint against the sudden change. As everything comes into focus, you realize just how close Leehan is. His face is only a few inches from yours, his hand still resting gently on the back of your head where he'd been checking for any bumps.

He blushes, quickly pulling his hand away and backing up. You can also feel the heat rising to your face.

Leehan clears his throat, scratching the back of his head awkwardly before returning his gaze to you.

“Well,” Leehan says, looking around, “I guess we’re back to reality now." It makes you laugh at the way he had said it with such an awkward tone.

Leehan looks around the room for a second, clearly searching for something else to focus on, as if trying to escape the tension. His eyes flick back to you, but they dart away almost immediately, unable to hold your gaze for more than a second.

"At least you're okay, right?" Leehan says, his voice soft with concern as he looks at you, remembering the fall.

"I'm fine," You say, standing up with a groan. "But my phone, not so." You turn the screen towards Leehan showing how it had cracked. The screen flickers, making the damage even more obvious.

Leehan’s eyes widen, and he winces as he sees the damage. “Oh no, that’s bad.”

He chuckles, though it’s mixed with concern. "I can’t believe you tripped like that. Should I help you with your phone, or?"

You shake your head, stuffing the phone into your pocket, not wanting to look at the crack any longer. “I’m pretty sure it’s beyond saving. It’s not your fault. I’m the one who lost my balance.”

Leehan tilts his head, a teasing glint in his eye. “Well, at least you didn’t break your head or anything.”

You roll your eyes, the playful banter easing the tension a little. “I guess that’s true.”

There’s a short pause before Leehan grins. “So since you dropped your phone and it’s now beyond repair, guess you can’t give me your number anymore, huh?”

You raise an eyebrow, trying to hide your smile. “Ah, so now it’s my fault? You just had to bring that up?”

Leehan chuckles, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Well, I mean, you did trip all on your own. If you hadn’t, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Now I’m left number-less.”

You cross your arms, still trying not to laugh at how ridiculous this whole situation has become. “So, it’s all my fault, huh? You’ve got some nerve, you know that?”

Leehan shrugs dramatically, his smile turning mischievous. “Hey, I’m just pointing out the facts. You dropped your phone in a very impressive way. Can’t blame a guy for making a little joke out of it.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the soft laugh that escapes you. “You’re impossible.”

Leehan grins even wider, then tilts his head slightly. “But serious, since it’s all ruined now, does that mean we can’t ever exchange numbers?”

“Hmm, well, I guess that’s one way to avoid giving it out.” You pretend to consider it for a moment, tapping your chin.

Leehan lets out a dramatic sigh. “I’ll just have to find another way to get your number.”

“Good luck with that.” You shake your head, grinning at him.

“Guess I’ll have to get creative.” Leehan laughs, shaking his head. "Don't worry, I'll get it eventually. I'll do whatever it takes."

[paxaz535]

Brothers Best Friend

♡pairing ♡

paige x black!oc

chapter vii

series here

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When the trio got upstairs, they saw Emma getting plates ready for everyone to get their food. “That’s a lottt of food.” Carol spoke as her and Azzi on the couch. “Ain’t it? but we gotta whole lotta dudes and we all know how they eat.” Daveli spoke as she put the final pan of food down. “Including Paige and Jaida, they eat like they get starved at home.” Azzi joked, everyone laughing at the girl.

“Az, you always talking.” Jaida said as she walked out of the bedroom. She had on red plaid pajama pants with a black tee. her hair was brushed out and puffy, covering her face a little. Emma looked and her cheeks went red. She quickly looked at Makayla and Daveli, the two peeping her. They smirked at her, emma just shook her head.

“I got you.” Daveli mouthed, she was gonna talk to paige and see if she could get a word in for her friend. Emma just covered her face, smiling to herself. Emma liked boys and girls but she was single and Jaida is fine as fuck, so why not?

“Where’s p?” Daveli asked Jaida as she began to open the food lids. “I think she just got out the shower.” The 19 year old spoke as she sat on the couch next to Carol. There was a knock on the door, Daveli being the closest went to open it. David, Mia, Nai, Derek and the twins stood there, Eli just kept the door open and walked back towards the kitchen.

David, with his hungry ass, clapped his hands as he saw the food. “Hell yea!” Daveli just shook her head. She thanked Jayden and Makayla for helping her with everything and began to walk towards the bedroom. She opened the door but didn’t realize paige wasn’t fully dressed. P didn’t seem to care though, her back was towards the girl.

“Oh shit, my bad-“ Paige turned around, eli was met with straight abs and a sports bra. she was left speechless, she had seen paige shirtless literally an hour prior but she didn’t get to fully check her out. It felt like things were going in slow motion, she didn’t hear paige calling her name.. or see the fact that the girl had a shirt on now. “D!” Daveli snapped out of it, shaking her head. “You good?”

“Oh- uh yea. why wouldn’t I be?” She asked nervously, still standing by the now closed bedroom door. Paige chuckled, “you seem a little.. i don’t know. Flustered?” Daveli shook her head, denying. “No, no. I just came in here to…” she noticed paige’s hair in a low bun, the bun always did something to her.

“to?” Paige beckoned her to continue, a small grin on her face. “to get my..” paige began to walk forward, she got closer and closer to daveli, making her breath hitch. “your..?” Paige continued to tease, her arms crossed and looking directly into brown eyes.

Daveli stared longingly, she then saw a brush in the corner of her eye. she reached for it and held it up. “to get my hair brush.” She spoke confidently, though the nerves were still there. Paige eyebrow lifted and looked down at the object. she then looked at the girl’s hair. “D, you have braids.”

Daveli closed her eyes, but quickly covered herself. “It’s for Emma. obviously.” Paige leaned in even closer. She had a smirk on her face. She was so close, daveli could see the specks in her eyes. “You sure? or you just wanted to see me?” Her voice got slightly deep and raspy but still a tease to it.

Daveli didn’t know how to react, she continued to look into the blondes eyes. “I..” Paige didn’t back away, she licked her lips. Daveli quickly looked down and back up at her eyes. Suddenly, Paige began to laugh. “I’m just messing with you, birthday girl. Come on, lead the way.” Daveli just chuckled nervously, quickly turning around and opening the door.

She and Paige walked out, daveli quickly walked over towards Makayla. Makayla eyes went wide, Eli just shook her head. “Don’t.” Daveli didn’t notice but Mia eyed her as she saw the two walk out the room together. She glared at the younger girl, seeing her laugh with makayla. Nai walked over to her friend.

“She’s ruining shit.” The girl muttered as she watched paige go over towards Daveli. Nai just glared, “work your magic. you always do. just make sure that bitch hurt.” Mia nodded, the two doing their little handshake. Eli might not have noticed it but the twins sure did.

“Y’all ready to eat?” Daveli asked, yea’s could be heard through out the room and they all began to walk towards the kitchen. Before Daveli could walk towards the kitchen, Connie and Ciniya pulled her to the side. “Hey y’all what’s up?”

Connie and Ciniya looked at each other. “You know we love you which is why we telling you this.” Connie spoke. Daveli was confused, “what are yall talking about?” Daveli knew how straight forward the twins are but they were kind of scaring her. “Watch out for that red head girl. I don’t know

if-“ Daveli quickly cut her off, “Wait- Mia?” The twins nodded.

“We saw her giving you looks at the pool but just ignored it because we could’ve just been over analyzing it.” Ciniya started as she looked at the 18 year old. Daveli listened, her eyebrows kind of furrowed. “But she was just eyeing you with Nai and they was talking about something.” Connie finished as Daveli turned around to see Mia looking at her while she stood by Paige.

“That bitch is crazy, yo. just watch your back.” Ciniya spoke as she and Connie walked away. This was the second time she heard someone tell her that Mia was giving weird energy. Maybe she was actually plotting something, and if she was, Eli’s not sure she can do a whole weekend with the girl. She just shook her head and sighed, going towards everyone else.

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After everyone ate, Azzi, Carol, Emma, Jaida, Makayla, Paige, Mia, Daveli, and the twins were in the bedroom, the led light ball lit as everyone just chilled around. The hotel’s desk lamp was on, giving the room the perfect vibe. Daveli was playing Jenga with Azzi and Carol, the three laughing each time one of them tipped the tower over. When Daveli began to build up the blocks again, she heard loud whispering. She looked up on the bed to see Paige and Mia.

Mia whispered something in Paige’s ear, making the blonde smack her lips and chuckle. Daveli just rolled her eyes, her focus going back towards the game. “Could they be any more louder?” Carol whispered as she rolled her eyes, pulling out the little brick of wood first. Daveli just chuckled, nodding her head.

The door busted open, startling azzi and made her knock over the tower. “What the fuck, David?!” Daveli said loudly. “Do yall know what time it is?” He asked, “It’s almost 12. why?” Jaida spoke. “Exactly! Girl you still got that cake in there! did you not want to sing happy birthday?” David asked as he looked at his sister.

She shrugged, “it don’t matter to be honest, do yall want cake?” she asked around the room. “Im still kinda full but it’s up to you.” Makayla spoke as she got up from the desk chair. Derek then came in, peeping the atmosphere. “Y’all look a little too comfy for us to be in a hotel this late. I thought we was partying?” Daveli just chuckled, shaking her head.

“I mean, we can still party.” Derek smirked, leaving the room and quickly came back. “Shots?” The room erupted in cheers, Daveli looked kind of hesitant. She never drunk before and she’s really not able to.. not yet at least.

“Sis, you can have one. only one, that’s it.” David spoke as he noticed her look. Daveli just sighed and agreed, everyone going to the living area. Derek poured everyone’s shots, Daveli’s being first because it’s her birthday. “Alright, this is to Daveli finally being an adult.” Derek spoke as he held his glass up. Everyone cheered, taking their shot easily but Daveli was still skeptical.

“Girl, take the damn shot.” Ciniya spoke as she noticed her shot glass still full. Daveli rolled her eyes, “you know I gotta take my time, pretty. hold on.” Everyone looked at the girl, waiting for her to do it. “Wait, get her a chaser, this shit strong as hell.” David spoke as Paige grabbed a bottle of fruit punch. She set it in front Daveli and chuckled. Daveli brought the glass to her lips and downed it back, her face immediately grimacing.

Cheers could be heard, some laughter here and there. Daveli quick opened the fruit punch, downing half the bottle. “Never again.” She spoke as she shook her head. “That’ll change in 3 years, don’t worry.” Paige spoke as she leaned against the counter with her arms crossed. The two of them making eye contact, daveli felt like it was game going on here.

Neither of them looked away, the longer eli looked the more hot she got. paige then began to explore the girls face, looking at her eyebrows, to her nose, to her lips. the lips is what got her, making her heart jump an extra beat. What is she doing? this is literally her best friend’s little sister. The two were practically eye fucking each other.

“Daveli, come make this tiktok with us!” The twins spoke as they set the phone up behind her. Daveli looked a bit longer before turning around, going towards the twins. Daveli knew if she looked any longer, her legs would grow weak and she’d end up on the floor.

The girl didn’t know what was going on between them, they’ve had their moments, yea, but it’s something about this weekend specifically that made these moments feel like more than it is. The hugging in the hallway, the flowers. She didn’t want to be delusional but the two have never hugged that long before.

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It was probably 3 months later when Daveli found out Paige and Reese broke up. She was sad for the girl but half of her was relived. Paige was a free girl again so that meant no more sad Eli.

“Hey, i got your text.” Paige spoke sadly as she walked into the 13 year old room. “Yea.. just wanted to check on you after..you know.” Paige nodded, and sat on her bed. Daveli wasn’t the best with cheering people up but she never not tried. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Paige sat, fingers fiddling and her biting her bottom lip. Like she was holding back tears. The blonde sighed, looking down at her hands. “I just.. i don’t know what happened. I don’t know what went wrong.” Daveli sat closer and nodded her head.

“I mean, we seemed happy. I was happy. I thought she was too but obviously not.” Daveli continued to look at her, waiting for the girl to continue. Paige looked over at Eli. “She cheated on me, D. Like right in front of me.” Daveli face was full of sorrow, feeling bad for the girl. Reese is a stupid bitch for breaking this beautiful girls heart. “I’m sorry, p. you didn’t deserve that.”

Paige shook her head, “I keep thinking it’s my fault, like i did something.” Daveli looked at the girl, “Paige. You are the most wonderful person i’ve ever met. I know you enough to know that you are a good person and you’d never do anything to hurt anyone. She’s the one to blame, not you.” Paige looked into the girls eyes as she spoke.

“I promise you it’s not your fault. She’s dumb, she hasn’t realized she’d lost a good one. Don’t beat yourself up, P.” Paige nodded, a slight smile on her face. “Paige! Come on, we’re about to go!” David’s voice could be heard downstairs. Paige looked at the door. “I guess that’s my cue.”

The two stood up, facing each other. “Cheer up, paige. It’ll get better.” Paige nodded, “thank you. for listening.” Daveli nodded, a small smile on her face. “No problem. Do you.. maybe want a hug?” Daveli nervously asked as she looked down. Paige looked at the girl, a warm smile on her face.

“I’d love that.” Daveli sighed in relief, quickly wrapping her arms wouldn’t the girls neck. Paige’s arms were around Daveli’s waist, the two standing there in comfortable silence. “Paige Madison! Let’s go!” David yelled louder. Paige groaned and rolled her eyes before pulling away.

“He’s so irritating.” Daveli spoke as she looked at the blonde. Paige nodded, “tell me about it.” She then headed towards the door. “Thank you, again. You’re a good friend, D.” Daveli just sallowed and nodded, watching the girl walk out. When she knew Paige was out of ear reach, she quickly grabbed her scream pillow and let it all out. For some reason, she couldn’t stop feeling for the blonde. even if she got friend zoned.

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It was now 1 in the morning and most of everyone fell asleep. After playing charades, twister and even Uno, they decided on watching Princess and the Frog. Daveli was still awake, she loved Princess and the Frog and she could never fall asleep on it. Paige was also awake, watching the movie with her.

They sat on different beds, the only noise was the movie. Paige looked over at her to see the girl focused on the tv. Paige then looked around, noticing that they were the only ones awake. David and his crew went back to his room leaving Mia and the twins. The twins slept on the pull out couch in the front, them being the first two asleep when everyone was playing Uno.

Daveli’s bed had her, Makayla, Emma, and Azzi in it, Daveli being in the middle of them. Paige just had Carol, Jaida and Mia, the blonde lied on the edge. Daveli looked over at Paige to see her face lighting up from the Tv as the scenes switch. Paige felt eyes on her and looked over, meeting her eyes. Daveli smiled nervously, “Hey.” Paige smiled back. “Hey.”

“We’re the only ones up.” the blonde exclaimed as she looked back at the tv. Daveli continued on looking, admiring her side profile. “I know.” The brunette answered after a beat. Paige then looked back, quickly glancing at everyone in her bed before looking at Eli.

“Come here.” Daveli was taken off guard, not expecting those words to come out. especially since paige had a sleepy voice. “Wha- why?” Paige tilted her head. “Because you’re too far and i’m not trying to wake them up.” Daveli looked at her own bed, noticing she was locked in. “I can’t get out.” She pointed towards everyone. Paige just waved her hand, “just go over them.”

Daveli sighed and carefully hopped over Makayla, the heat immediately leaving her legs and arms. She walked over to paige and the blonde scooted over, making space for her. Daveli stomach got warm and got into the bed. Paige pulled her into her side, making sure the girl wasn’t hanging off the bed. Her arm was around Eli’s body as Eli lied on her side.

The two looked at each other. “Hi.” Paige spoke softly. Daveli smiled, liking where this was going. “Hi.” Paige then looked back at the tv, seeing the movie ended. Daveli noticed too and groaned softly, she wished the movie was longer. “You really like that movie, hm?” paige teased as she watched the girl’s reaction to it.

Daveli just nodded, leaning her head more into paige, “yes. it’s too good.” the blonde just chuckled, shaking her head in the process. “Well, we should probably go to sleep anyways. I know how much you like the breakfast.” Paige spoke as she turned the tv off. It was now completely dark, the led light ball got unplugged when the first 20 minutes of the movie started.

Daveli just grinned, she’s really grown to be good at hiding her emotions. in the inside, she’s screaming. Crying even, she’s just over filled with joy. Daveli leg was slipping a bit but she didn’t say anything, not wanting to move. Paige noticed this and grabbed it, pulling it over her waist. Daveli gasp was soft but loud enough for paige to hear. paige smirked to herself, grabbing onto the girls leg and closing her eyes. “Good night, kiddo.”

“im 18.”

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“what the hell, paige? why is she on you like that?” Daveli heard a faint voice. She could feel paige’s chest vibrate when she groaned, the movement making her wanna fall back asleep. “I promise it’s not that serious, Mia.” Daveli then realized that she fell asleep on paige, the mini conversation they had coming back into memory from last night.

“it is when i’m literally hanging off the bed. she has her own.” Daveli began to stir, her arm moving from paige’s chest and began to rub her eyes. The two looked at the girl, seeing her sit up. “What time is it?” Paige looked at her phone, “6:00. breakfast starts at 7 and ends at 10:30.” Daveli just nodded, Mia watching the whole interaction.

“Why didn’t you sleep in your bed? I almost fell off.” Mia asked the 18 year old. Daveli was still half asleep and confused, that was the first time she’d talk to Eli the whole time she’s been here at the hotel. But she definitely made that out. “With all due respect, you weren’t even supposed to be in here. you’re apart of my brother’s crew.” Mia scoffed, “I only slept in here because paige wanted me to.” Paige eyes went wide after hearing that.

“I never said that, Mia. I said that you can if you want but you were assigned to be with David.” Paige explained as she began to sit up. Daveli eyes were closed, she was still tired but she was awake. Makayla and Emma began to wake up, hearing all the voices. “Yo, what time is it?” Makayla asked as she noticed it was still kind of dark outside.

“6:05 now.” Paige answered. Mia, still bothered by the situation began to speak. “Even still, you offered and I took the opportunity. there was no reason for her to come and sleep over here.” Daveli just shook her head, “girl it’s too early for all this talking and ain’t non of us brushed our teeth. Here you go.” She grabbed a spare key card to David’s room and handed it to her. Mia looked down at it. “Why you giving me this for?”

“So you can get the fuck out.” Makayla spoke as she watched the whole thing. “Wake the twins up while you at it, all yall stuff in david’s room.” Daveli added as Mia began to stand. Mia just rolled her eyes, “yall got me fucked up.” she muttered as she quickly walked towards the door and put her hand on the handle. She turned around and looked at Paige, “You’re weird as fuck.” Paige just shrugged and put her head on Caroline’s arm.

“What was going on with yall anyway?” Daveli asked as she looked at the blonde. Paige looked up at her and chuckled. “I mean i thought she was cute but she was moving too fast for me. she tried to kiss me yesterday and i didn’t let her so i guess she was still upset.” Daveli just hummed and began to get up.

“Where are you going?” The blonde asked. Daveli laughed softly, “wouldn’t you like to know.” She walked towards the bathroom and closed the door, and started her morning routine.

“So.. what exactly happened?” Emma asked Paige. Paige looked over to see the two looking at her. “Me and Eli were the only ones awake last night and we were talking but I didn’t want to wake yall up.” The two nodded, giving the signal to continue. “So I told her to come to this bed and her leg was slipping so I grabbed it and put it over me and we fell asleep.” Emma and Makayla looked at each other, a small smirk on her face.

Eli walked out and noticed the slight mood shift, looking at the three. “What?” Emma and Makayla just shook their head. “Nothingg.” Daveli just narrowed her eyes, going towards her duffle bag to put her toothbrush back inside. She then looked over at Paige, “you wanna wake them up?” Paige looked at the girls in her bed.

She shook them aggressively, making the two wake up out of confusion. “Get yall asses up.” Carol rolled her eyes, flipping the blonde off. “You’re stupid as hell, p.” Jaida spoke as she sat up all the way. She looked over at Emma to see the girl already looking at her. She just grinned, going onto her phone. “AZZI!” Paige yelled. Azzi jumped up, hand over her heart.

Paige and Jaida started laughing, everyone else just looking at the blonde in annoyance for being that loud. Azzi groaned, scratching her head. “Fuck you, paige.”

Daveli stood confused, “why no one go brush they teeth yet?”

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“What were we doing today?” Makayla asked as everyone walked back from breakfast. Eli was satisfied with the food, they had waffles, eggs, bacon, you name it. she was bloated but she ate good so she didn’t care. “There’s this arcade like 20 minutes away and I bought an escape room for us to do.” The 18 year old spoke as she opened the door with her key card.

Paigw groaned playfully, “I hate escape rooms. I never escape.” She spoke as she was the last to enter the room. Daveli laughed, “That’s cause you didn’t have me with you.” Daveli was smart when it came to things like this, that’s why she wanted to do it in the first place.

“Smartass.” Makayla muttered playfully as she looked at Daveli. The girl just flipped her off, going right into the bedroom. “What time was we going?” Jaida asked as she flopped onto the bed. “Around 2? Just be ready around 1.” Eli answered as she looked in her bag for an outfit. Loud knocking came from the front door and Eli rolled her eyes, knowing it was her brother.

“I got it.” Azzi spoke as she went to open the door. David wasn’t alone though. Him, Jayden, Mia, Nai and Derek stood at the door, waiting to be let in. Azzi moved out the way, letting everyone come in before closing the door. Nai and Mia stayed in the front, they wanted to get something off their chest when Eli came out. Mia had old Nai what happened and Nai didn’t like it. “Yo! Good morning to you all.” David spoke as he and Derek stepped foot into the bedroom.

Eli smiled before going blank again, “Don’t pound on my door like that, it’s too early.” David just waved her off, flicking a rubber band at her head. “What we doing today?” Derek asked as he and David let Eli get out the room. “Escape room.” She simply replied as she went to the kitchen. She saw the two girls sitting on the couch but didn’t say anything, not until Nai spoke up.

“Before all that, you got a problem with my homegirl?” Eli froze, not out of fear but just out of shock. Was she talking to her? The whole room went silent, Makayla and Paige being the firsts ones to get up. Daveli just looked at her, “I don’t know your homegirl enough to have a problem.” Nai smacked her lips, “then why she tell me you was talking crazy?” Makayla and Paige was now behind Eli, just trying to make sure everything was good. You already know David and Derek were being messy, going over to the island counter to sit down and watch.

“Cause she was talking crazy first?” Mia shook her head, “girl you deadass kicked me out just cause I was sleeping in paige’s bed.” Daveli laughed, looking the girl up and down. “I kicked you out because you got smart with me, and I already told you, you weren’t even supposed to be in here.” Derek put his finger up, “that is true.”

Nai looked at her boyfriend, rolling her eyes before looking back at Eli. “If you had your own bed, why even go over to paige’s? that’s weird as hell.” Eli eyes went wide, she had to stop herself. “Mia, you know you wrong for even acting like this.” Paige added. Daveli was about to walk away but Nai’s voice stopped her. “I’m not done talking to you, bro. You obviously got a problem with my homegirl so let’s address it.”

David and Derek ooh’ed, the girls in the room watching from the door. Makayla knew how Eli is, to her those are fighting words so she had to really keep an eye out for her best friend. “Bitch, I don’t have to address anything. Tell your homegirl she can’t be mad that Paige don’t want her ass, the fuck? I’m not bout to do this because we all know what will happen if i do.” Daveli spoke as she walked closer to Nai.

Nai took a step forward but before anything can actually escalate, Paige held Eli back. She grabbed her waist and pulled her into her front side, her mouth going straight to Eli’s ear. “Don’t waste your energy on this bitch, D. Come on.” Daveli just huffed, before turning back to the bedroom. Makayla eyed Mia and Nai before turning around too but what was said afterwards made everyone freeze.

“Scary ass ho, go be a thot bitch.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Uh oh.”

sorry it took so long to upload, but here it is

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[babybearnation]

omega!gn reader x zhou, yuki, lance and logan? you can pair the drivers or do them separately, whichever you prefer tysm!

i did omega!lance HERE so i will just do guanyu, yuki & logan in this post :)

gn!omega!reader (general omegaverse headcanons)

alpha!zhou guanyu:

guanyu is obsessed with your scent but he shows it in the subtlest of ways because he doesn't want to come off as a stereotypical alpha jerk

always willing to donate his clothes for your nest but he sometimes refuses to get in it because he feels inadequate/undeserving

he's not overly protective of you around other alphas but he gives off an energy that scares other alphas so they stay respectful with you because they don't wanna mess with him at all

heats & ruts are always easy and comfortable with him because guanyu is such a giving & doting alpha, it's insane

alpha!yuki tsunoda:

determines pretty early on that your scent is his favourite thing in the world and that it's the only thing that can calm him down when he gets angry

loves cuddling in your nest and can often be found napping in it even when you aren't there because you gave him consent to do so

very protective of you unless you ask him to back off because he doesn't want to lose you to a better, stronger, taller alpha and even though you swear he won't, he still frets & worries

yuki's ruts are really difficult for him and they last twice as long as regular ruts so you better take good of him!

alpha!logan sargeant:

worries that his scent is horrible and overwhelming because you always pull away from it until he finds out that you're in love with it and you pull away to avoid being constantly scentdrunk

logan is an active participant when you make your nests because he finds the process really soothing for his mind

not protective at all but does get miserably jealous when he thinks you're spending time around a "superior" alpha - you'll have to knock some sense into him otherwise he won't cheer up

has the easiest ruts ever to the point that he doesn't need help but will happily accept any optional help you wanna give him

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[gallavichsreddie1128]

An Interesting Session (Hannibal)

Description: Y/N has a session with Hannibal that goes a completely different turn than what she’s expecting.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2,115

Request:

Hey,

could you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where the reader was one of Will‘s best and favourite students. After a traumatic incident with a criminal out in the field, she needs to take a break, she starts to have therapy sessions with Hannibal and he takes a interest in her?(with smut?)

She stared at Will as he wrote down the name and the number of the therapist that he was recommending her too. It was her idea and Will understood completely. He too has had his fair shares of traumatic experiences with criminals. He almost didn’t want to send her over to him given what Will thinks about him but he promised himself that he would keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

She knew that the only way to cope with what she saw was to talk to someone that maybe could help her and Will was like a friend to her and she trusted him. “Here you go.” He handed her the paper, she looked at it and recognized the name, “Hannibal Lecter.” “You may have heard of him or even seen him.” He told her and she nodded. Yeah that’s what it is, this name was all too familiar to her. “Thank you.” She said and walked out of his classroom. 

She stared at the paper that Will gave her as it lay on her desk. She had no idea why but that name was familiar and she doesn’t recall seeing him. She grabbed her phone and entered the number before she could talk herself out of it. “Hello.” She sounded nervous as he answered the phone within 2 rings as if he was expecting her. “Hello, who am I speaking to?” He had a nice voice, a thick accident that she couldn’t place. She surely hadn’t heard him speak before.

“Hi uh my name is Y/N and Will Graham suggested you to me.” She told him. “Ah yes Will was telling me you would be calling.” Will told him about her? She didn’t have any words for that as she sat in silence. “Were you hoping to set up a session?” He asked and she nodded as if he could see her. “Yes.” She finally said, realizing her mistake. “I can do Wednesday at 11 am is that good?” He asked her. That was 2 days from now, that gave her plenty of time to prepare. “Yes.” She said and he chuckled, “See you then, Y/N.” He said before hanging up the phone. She sighed and put her phone down mentally cursing herself for being so nervous. 

It was Wednesday at 10:30 as she left her house and drove to his. Her GPS says that she should be there at 11:57. She didn’t wanna be late or too early so that was perfect. She couldn’t help but keep wandering back to the question of where she heard his name. She hadn’t met the guy at all nor heard him talk before the phone call. He seemed nice so she didn’t want to jump to any conclusion. She was so lost in thought she hadn’t realized how much time had passed and she was pulling up to his house.

Her eyes widened, this guy had to be rich. His house was huge and she saw the nice looking car, yeah he had money. She got out of the car and walked to the door. He had a doorbell but she decided to knock. She waited for him to come to the door, he opened it and she tried to keep her eyes from widening. He was very good looking but with the accident he has that was to be expected. “Hi you must be Y/N.” She nodded and he let her in. As they walked to his office that was upstairs she looked around at how big and perfect his house was. She wanted to ask about some of the art that was on the walls but her voice got caught in her throat.

He opened a door that revealed his office that was also nice. He motioned for her to take a seat and she did. Her body was stiff as she watched him sit down. He pulled out a notebook that she assumed was for notes and grabbed a pen. “Tell me Y/N what brings you here?” He asked her and she gulped. Should she start with the scene of the crime? Her mind wandered back to that day that brought her here. Will and her had come across a crime scene where the criminal was still there and he nearly got her killed. She shivered at the thought and was even more shook up that he wasn’t caught. Will thought she was ready for the bigger things but she thought she proved him wrong by that.

He told her that he reaction was normal to it but he was gonna let her rest awhile before bringing her onto another crime scene. As she told Hannibal all of the details she failed to notice him watching her with intense eyes as she spoke. Her hands moved as she talked, a habit she’s had since she was little but Hannibal took a liking to it. “Will tells me you are his best student.” He informs her and that brings a smile to her face. “He’s my favorite teacher.” she told him and he wrote that down. “How old are you, y/n?” He asked her and the question kind of took her off guard. “25.” She told him and he nodded before writing that down. “Have you ever been with an older man before?” What the hell did that have to do with her problems? She looked at him a little shocked that he would even ask that. “What does that have to do with the issue I have?” She almost seemed offended even if she did find him attractive.

“You don’t have an issue. Your reaction was normal. You just need a break from the crime scenes for now.” He told her and stood up. She stood up as well, thinking that the session was over but little did she know it was far from it. “You never answered my question.” He stated and it seemed as if he was trying to get closer to her. She wasn’t sure why he was so curious. “Is there a reason you want to know that?” He chuckled, “Ah yes a question to another question.” He was a foot away from her now and she felt like the temperature in the room had gone up a lot. “No I haven’t but I don’t see how that’s important.” She says and he inches closer but she doesn’t back away. She couldn’t even if she wanted to given the chair behind her.

“I think I have a way to take your mind off your stress.” He tells her and telling by the way his body language is she has a good idea of what it could be. “What’s that?” She asked as they were inches apart. He was tall compared to her but yet it still felt like they were almost face to face. “Care if I show you?” He asked and she nodded before his lips were on hers. She was in a state of shock but arousal was all through her body. She felt so warm and turned on as their lips moved together. She moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck standing on her tippy toes to deepen the kiss. What was gotten into her? She thinks as she kisses him harder. She wasn’t usually like this but there was something about him that was making her go crazy.

He grabbed her thighs and she jumped up wrapping her legs around him as they continued kissing. He pushed her against the wall deepening the kiss. Her hands went to his nice hair to mess it up. They finally pulled away to breath but he moved to her neck. She whimpered, feeling his lips suck on her neck, marking her. “Hannibal.” She whispered as he kissed back up her neck. “You’re very beautiful and I intend to take advantage of that.” He whispers before kissing her again. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he grinding his clothed dick against her. “Oh fuck.” She whispered as she could feel how big he was.

Dry humping was never her thing but she was so turned on right now she was taking what she could get. “I can feel how wet you are.” She was definitely soaked and it was enough to be through her clothes by now. He let her down so he could unzip her jeans and feel the wetness. She gasped as she felt his finger gather up the wetness of her pussy before he pushed in a finger and she threw her head back against the wall before gasping. Just one finger would be enough to make her cum. “You’re very tight.” He chuckled and felt around her wetness. “And very wet.” She begged that he do something. Her hands tugged at his dress shirt and he chuckled, “What do you want, Y/N?” He asked her and she whimpered.

“I want you inside of me.” She begged. He loved how desperate she sounded and how she was getting wetter and wetter. He pulled out his finger and tasted her. She watched with wide eyes as he did this. It was so hot, seeing him moan around his finger because of how good she tasted. She quickly got rid of her shirt and pulled her jeans down. He chuckled and undressed as well but not as desperate. He couldn’t wait to get inside of her pussy but he loved teasing her. She was naked and waited for him to give her the time of her life but he took his time undressing. “Hannibal please.” She begged and he finally removed all of his clothes. She wasn’t sure exactly how old he was but he was way older than her and looked amazing.

His body was making her drool and oh his dick was bigger than she imagined but she wasn’t complaining. She was ready for him. He kissed her again making her lose all the thoughts she had just had before she jumped into his arms again. His hard dick was now raw against her wet pussy. She was so needy that she tried to take him inside of her and whined when she couldn’t find the right angle. He chuckled and pumped himself a few times before helping her. He groaned himself at her wet pussy squeezing around him. She was so tight and warm, he could live like this. Her hands squeezed his shoulders as a plea to start moving.

She tried to make her hips but his hands stopped that and he began thrusting. She nearly screamed and cried as she finally got what she wanted. From the second she heard his voice she would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about it. Hannibal watched as her eyes rolled and thought back to how she sounded on the phone, he had no idea she would be like this and was begging for him. His name was all she knew and moans were the only sounds she was making. His pounds pounding her into the wall as she screamed yes over and over again. He leaned in and kissed her neck again, finding the sweet spot that would make her fall apart.

“Hannibal, this is so good.” She whined and clawed at his back. He groaned at the feeling but loved it and how she felt. He moved his hands to cup her boobs, letting her thrust against him. She squeaked as he played with her sensitive nipples. Her climax just around the corner. He pulled away from her neck to watch her fall apart as he felt her pussy go crazy around him. She was gonna cum and she could tell it was going to be the best orgasm. Her breathing picked up as she whined loudly as she came all over his dick. Her hips stuttered as she rode the waves of pleasure.

He hugged her close as he grunted in her ear and came inside of her. She sighed and whimpered as they came down from their highs. His hands squeezed her ass making her giggle and she pulled away. “That was nice.” She told him and gave him a quick kiss. She tried to get down from his arms but he wouldn’t let her, “I’m not done with you yet.” He tells her and carries her to his chair that he was sitting in. He sat down with her on top and she got a look at what was on his desk. He had a file of the crime that she was at. She gasped as it finally clicked in her head where she had heard his name… Will thinks he did it.                                                            

[littlejoyss]

𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 1

Stray Kids - Non-Idol! Hyunjin x Reader

Twilight Inspired Fic (but major differences such as age)

Word Count (so far): 10k

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: When you move to Forks for college you run into a group of friends who are out of the ordinary.

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 1 (currently reading), 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 2, more to come!

“Mom, seriously, I’m already settled. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

You sigh for what feels like the hundredth time on this phone call. Your mom is overprotective, even when you’re across the country.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You shift the phone to your other ear, staring out the window at the endless drizzle of Forks, Washington. 

You were born here and lived here until you were three. That’s when your dad, Charlie, and mom, Renée, divorced. You have been living with your mother since. Sometimes you would visit Forks in the summer, but haven’t in recent years. But once your mom married Phil, her new husband, you wanted to leave their house. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Phil, but he was a major-league baseball player. So, he traveled a lot and wanted to bring your mom. So, to save trouble you moved in with your dad. 

Your mom hums, unconvinced. “But are you happy, sweetheart? You can always come back, you know that. You don’t have to stay there just to make your dad feel better.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “It’s not like that. I wanted to come. For college.”

“Did you?”

“Yes, Mom.”

Another thing about your mom, she was stubborn and immature. You stayed with her for the longest time because there was no one else to take of her. Now, Phil can help clean the house and feed her. No more struggling to keep her happy.

You hear the distant sound of Phil talking in the background, something about a flight schedule. Your mom’s sigh filters through the speaker. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to be there if it’s not what you really want.”

“I’m fine,” you repeat, softer this time. “It’s not sunny, and I might actually freeze, but Charlie’s trying. I’ll be okay.”

Another pause. Then, “Okay.” She doesn’t sound convinced, but she’s relenting. “Just promise me you’ll call if you need anything?”

“Of course.”

“Alright, love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too, Mom.”

You end the call and drop your phone onto the bed. Outside, the rain continues its steady rhythm, a dull gray mist shrouding the towering evergreens. The air is damp and heavy, the kind of cold that seeps into your bones. You pull your sleeves over your hands, staring out at the familiar yet distant landscape.

This is home now.

The thought is strange. You’ve visited before, but living here is different. The house is quieter than you’re used to, filled with the scent of coffee and old paper from Charlie’s endless police reports. No laughter from your mom’s soap operas playing in the background. No constant conversation. Just the occasional creak of the floorboards and the sound of the rain.

A knock on your door breaks your thoughts.

“Hey, kiddo,” Charlie’s voice is gruff but gentle. “Everything okay?”

You turn to face him, offering a small smile. “Yeah, just Mom being... Mom.”

He nods as if that explains everything. And maybe it does.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he says after a beat. “Figured you might be hungry.”

You hesitate. Cooking isn’t exactly Charlie’s strong suit. “What is it?”

He clears his throat. “Steak and potatoes.”

Your lips twitch. “Is that all you eat?”

He shrugs. “Gotta stick to what I know.”

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The morning air is crisp as you slide into the truck. Charlie had insisted his old truck was reliable, though the way it groaned when you turned the key made you doubt that. You let it idle for a moment, watching the windshield wipers struggle against the fine mist of rain clinging to the glass.

Your first day of college.

It still doesn’t feel real. Moving to Forks was one thing, but starting fresh in a completely new environment? That’s something else entirely. You’ve done your research, of course. But, it was still nerve-racking. 

The truck’s heater sputters before kicking in, and you take a deep breath before pulling out of the driveway.

The drive was nice. Tall evergreens lined the road, their branches dripping with rain, mist curling around the trunks like something out of a dream. The roads are slick, but you take your time. Despite the nerves twisting in your stomach, there’s something almost peaceful about the drive.

By the time you reach the college parking lot, the nerves return in full force. You pull into a spot and kill the engine, gripping the wheel for a second longer than necessary.

You can do this.

Grabbing your backpack, you step out into the damp morning air, the scent of wet pavement filling your lungs. Around you, other students hurry toward the buildings, some huddled under umbrellas, others pulling their hoods tight against the drizzle.

There it was. Forks College.

Your thoughts were cut off by a voice behind you, “Yo! You’re the Sherrif’s daughter, right?

Great.

“Yeah-”

The flash of a phone camera straddles you. 

Blinking against the sudden burst of light, you take a step back, caught off guard. The guy holding the phone grins, looking way too amused with himself. He’s tall, wearing a faded hoodie and a backward baseball cap, his sneakers splattered with mud.

"Sorry, had to document this. Sheriff Swan's kid, stepping into college like a total badass," he says, tucking his phone into his pocket.

You exhale, already regretting every life choice that led you to this moment. "Right. And you are?"

"Tyler," he says easily. "My dad’s on the force with your dad. Figured I’d say hey before you got totally lost in this place."

You glance toward the looming brick building ahead, students streaming through the doors. It’s not huge, but big enough that getting lost isn’t off the table.

"That obvious?" you mutter, adjusting the strap of your bag.

Tyler smirks. "A little. First-day nerves?"

You shrug, but he doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he jerks his head toward the entrance. "C’mon, I’ll show you where the main hall is. Unless you wanna keep standing in the rain looking like you just saw a ghost."

You hesitate for a second, then fall into step beside him. It’s not like you know anyone else, and as much as you hate being recognized for your dad’s job, at least Tyler doesn’t seem annoying. Yet.

"Any idea where your first class is?" he asks as you weave through the crowd.

You pull out your schedule, glancing at the printout. "Uh… Building C. Room 204."

Tyler lets out a low whistle. "Professor Anders. Tough one. Hope you like essays."

"Perfect," you mumble. 

Tyler grins. "You’ll survive. Probably."

You shoot him a look, but he just chuckles, leading the way through the crowded hallway. The air inside is warmer, filled with the scent of coffee, wet jackets, and something vaguely like old books. Students mill about, some laughing in groups, others hunched over their phones or scanning their schedules with the same lost expression you’re probably wearing.

“So, what’s your deal?” Tyler asks, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets as he guides you toward Building C. “What are you studying?”

“Uh, English,” you say, gripping your backpack strap a little tighter. “Well, technically undecided, but… probably English.”

“Cool, cool. I’m doing journalism. Figured someone’s gotta report all the exciting Forks College news.”

You arch a brow. “Is there exciting Forks College news?”

He smirks. “Not yet. But hey, if you do anything Sheriff’s Kid-worthy, I’ll make sure you get the front page.”

You groan. “Please don’t.”

Tyler just laughs, and for the first time since arriving, you feel your shoulders relax a little. 

By the time you reach Building C, the hallways are thinning out as students shuffle into classrooms. Tyler stops outside the door to 204 and jerks a thumb toward it. “Here you go. Welcome to the lions’ den.”

You sigh, shifting your bag. “Thanks, I guess.”

“No problem,” he says, already taking a few steps backward. “Catch you later, Sheriff’s Kid.”

Before you can tell him to stop calling you that, he disappears down the hallway. You shake your head, then take a deep breath and step into the classroom.

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You had time before your next class that day so Tyler invited you to go to a local diner with his friends.

The diner is small, tucked between a hardware store and an old bookstore. The windows are fogged up from the warmth inside, and as you push open the door, the scent of coffee and fried food lures you in.

Tyler leads the way, his sneakers squeaking slightly on the checkered floor. A group is already gathered at a booth near the window, laughter spilling over the hum of conversation.

"Guys, this is-" Tyler pauses, turning to you. "Wait, do you prefer your actual name, or should we stick with Sheriff’s Kid?"

"You know the answer."

He grins before plopping into the booth. "Alright, alright. This is-" he says your name, waving lazily in your direction. "New recruit to Forks College. Be nice."

A girl with dark curly hair resting in a loose ponytail gives you a friendly smile. "Hey, I’m Angela." She gestures to the guy next to her, who’s busy stirring way too much sugar into his coffee. "That’s Eric. And across from him, that’s Jess."

Jess, who has been scrolling through her phone, looks up and gives you a quick once-over before nodding. "Nice to meet you," she says, sounding vaguely distracted.

You slide into the booth next to Tyler, the worn vinyl creaking beneath you. 

Angela offers you the basket of fries, and you take one. "So, first day at Forks College," She says, propping her chin on her hand. "Surviving so far?"

You shrug, chewing thoughtfully. "So far, so good. No catastrophes yet."

Eric snorts. "Give it a week."

Tyler elbows him. "Come on, don't scare the newbie."

Jess finally tucks her phone away and sips her drink, eyeing you over the rim. "So, what brought you back to Forks? Thought you lived with your mom.”

"Yeah," you say, swirling your straw through your water. "She got remarried, and her husband travels a lot for work. I figured it’d be easier to move here instead of being left alone all the time."

Angela gives you a knowing smile. "That makes sense. Forks is… different, but it grows on you."

Tyler leans back, stretching his arms across the back of the booth. "And hey, at least you've got us now. We’ll make sure you don’t die of boredom."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Good to know."

The conversation flows easily from there. They fill you in on campus life, which professors are worth their office hours and which ones will drown you in readings. Tyler and Eric get into a heated debate over whether the diner’s fries are better than the ones at a food truck near campus, with Angela and Jess rolling their eyes at the familiar argument.

The bell above the door chimes softly, and an odd hush seems to ripple through the diner. You glance up instinctively, and for a second, you forget how to breathe.

Two guys step inside, shaking the rain from their jackets. There’s something almost unreal about them, like they’ve stepped out of a painting rather than from the rain.

The first one has features that are sharp and defined. His hair is dark and tousled in a way that seems both effortless and deliberate. There’s a certain elegance to him, an almost ghostly stillness in the way he surveys the room. His eyes, a strange and shifting shade, flicker across the diner until they meet an open booth, where he walks. 

The second one is just as striking but in a completely different way. This one is softer and more inviting. His skin is fair, almost luminous in the diner’s dim lighting.

You aren’t the only one staring. The diner has gone subtly quieter, conversations dipping into murmurs as a few heads turn in their direction. Even Tyler and Eric, mid-argument, pause just long enough to exchange a glance.

"Who are they?" you ask, voice low.

Angela follows your gaze and sighs. "Minho and Changbin. They’re a part of The Strays."

“The Strays?” You ask

"Yeah," Tyler says, leaning in slightly. "These group of friends moved here a couple of years ago. No one really knows much about them. They kind of… keep to themselves. That’s why we call them The Strays. They all live together in a house near campus.”

The bell chimes again, and three more figures step inside You don’t need Tyler to tell you they’re part of The Strays. There’s something distinct about them.

Angela talks again, “And that’s Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin.”

As they settle into their booth, it’s like the diner resumes normal function. 

"They always come here?" you ask, unable to stop watching them.

Angela shrugs. "Every now and then. Never with anyone else, though. Just them."

"They don't talk to people much," Tyler adds. "Not rude, exactly, just... distant."

Jess scoffs. "Minho’s rude."

Angela sighs. "You bumped into him once."

"Yeah, and he glared at me."

"That’s just his face," Eric offers, stirring his coffee.

You can’t help but glance at their booth again. Unlike the other customers, who chat and joke around, The Strays are quieter, their conversations low, spoken only amongst themselves.

Lastly, two more boys come rushing in. Their group of friends glares at them as they seem late. The taller one ruffles his already messy dark hair, grinning sheepishly as he slides into the booth. The other slightly shorter one just shrugs unapologetically at the glares they’re getting from their friends.

"Hyunjin and Felix," Angela murmurs before you can ask.

Hyunjin has the kind of presence that demands attention, sharp angles, and effortless grace. Even as he drops into his seat, there’s something undeniably fluid about his movements, like he doesn’t quite belong in the same stiff world as everyone else. His long hair falls in front of his face, but he doesn’t seem to mind, already deep in whatever conversation The Strays are having.

Felix, on the other hand, is different. He’s warm in a way the others aren’t, his freckled face lighting up as he says something that makes the rest of the group relax.

"They look like they belong in a damn movie," Tyler mutters, stuffing a fry into his mouth. "It’s almost annoying how cool they are."

You hum in agreement.

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A couple of days later, it was time for your first class in the morning. The rain had barely let up since you arrived in Forks. You pulled your jacket tighter around you as you stepped into the building.

The room was already half full when you walked in. Students milled around, some chatting, others scrolling through their phones. You scanned the room, looking for an empty seat, only to pause when your eyes landed on him.

Hyunjin.

He was sitting alone at the lab table near the window, fingers idly tapping against the tabletop. His long hair fell slightly over his face as he stared out at the rain-streaked glass window, lost in thought.

Something about him felt wrong. Not in a bad way, but… off. Like he was on edge. His posture was too rigid, his jaw tight. And then, as if sensing your gaze, his eyes snapped to yours.

The moment your gazes met, something in his expression shifted. You froze in place, gripping your bag strap tightly. Slowly, almost unwillingly, Hyunjin turned away. 

You swallowed, suddenly feeling like you’d walked into something you weren’t supposed to.

"Hey," the teacher's voice broke through the tension. "New student?"

You nodded quickly.

"Great. You can sit there," the teacher gestured, right next to Hyunjin.

Of course.

Grounding yourself, you moved toward the empty seat beside Hyunjin. As you slid into the chair, you couldn’t help but notice the way his posture remained unnaturally stiff, his jaw clenched so tightly you thought it might crack.

Hyunjin was actively trying not to look at you.

You wanted to break the tension, “Hello?”

Then, finally, he turned his head just slightly, enough for his dark eyes to meet yours. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine. There was no warmth there, just something raw, something unreadable.

“…Hi,” he said at last, but the word was clipped, barely audible.

And then, just as quickly, he turned away again, his jaw tensing like he regretted even speaking.

Okay.

You hesitated, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. Had you done something wrong? You were pretty sure you’d never seen him before, so why was he acting like you’d personally offended him just by existing?

The teacher started lecturing, and you forced yourself to focus, but it was impossible to ignore the way Hyunjin sat. He was completely rigid, angled as far away from you as he could without actually moving his chair.

And for the rest of the class, you didn’t say another word.

The second the class was dismissed he stood up and practically ran out of the room. 

You barely had time to process before he was gone, disappearing through the doorway like he couldn’t escape fast enough.  

"Well, that was weird," you muttered under your breath, gathering your things.  

A chair scraped beside you, and when you turned, Angela was there, giving you a sympathetic look.  

"Don't take it personally," she said, shouldering her bag. "Hyunjin… he’s always been like that. At least, with people outside of his group."  

You frowned. "Did I do something to offend him?"  

Angela shook her head. "No. That’s just how The Strays are. Especially him. Though I’ve never seen him have a physical reaction. Normally, he just ignores people.”

You glanced back toward the door as if you’d catch a glimpse of him still lingering in the hallway, but he was long gone.  

The whole thing left a strange feeling in your chest, and you had no idea why.

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You walked into the scheduling office later that day to ask about your schedule when you saw him. 

Hyunjin stood at the counter, fingers pressed against the surface like he was barely keeping himself grounded. His head was slightly bowed, his long hair obscuring most of his face.

"I need to change my schedule," he said, voice clipped.

The receptionist, an older woman with glasses perched on the end of her nose, barely looked up from her computer. "Which class?"

"First block," he said immediately.

Your stomach dropped.

The receptionist sighed. "And why do you need to change it?"

Hyunjin hesitated, his fingers curling into a fist on the counter. "It’s… not a good fit."

"Not a good fit?" she repeated, finally glancing up at him. "That’s not exactly a reason, dear. If you’re struggling, I can get you tutoring-"

"No." His voice came out sharp enough to make her pause. He exhaled, rolling his shoulders as if trying to physically shake something off. "Just… is there another class I can take instead?"

The receptionist clicked around on her computer and then shook her head. "Unfortunately, all the other sections are full. You’ll have to stick with the one you have."

For a second, he didn’t say anything. Then, without another word, he turned on his heel, only to freeze the second he saw you standing in the doorway.

His dark eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, it looked like he might actually say something. But instead, his lips pressed into a thin line, and he pushed past you, walking out of the office without looking back.

What the hell was his problem?

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The weather was sunny for the first time since you moved to Forks. Jess invited you to go window shopping together and enjoy the warmth. The sun cast a rare golden glow over the small town, making everything feel just a little less gloomy than usual. You were starting to get used to the constant overcast skies, but the warmth on your skin was a welcome change.

Jess looped her arm through yours as the two of you strolled down the sidewalk, peering into store windows. For someone you had met two weeks ago, she was clingy. “See? You were worried you’d hate it here, but now you’re spending a sunny afternoon shopping with me. Progress.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You act like I’ve been locked away in some dark tower.”

Jess gasped dramatically. “You have! The tower of brooding and confusion. Especially when it comes to a certain Stray”

You groaned, nudging her with your elbow. “Can we not?”

“Oh, come on,” she teased, tugging you toward a boutique window. “You can’t tell me you’re not at least a little curious about why he acted like you were some kind of-” she waved her hand vaguely, “-cursed object in that classroom.”

You sighed, avoiding her gaze as you pretended to be interested in a display of jewelry. “I mean… yeah, it was weird. But it’s not like I can do anything about it. If he doesn’t want to talk to me, I’m not going to chase him down for answers.”

Jess huffed. “That’s boring. I would.”

You gave her a look.

She grinned unapologetically, “He is kind of hot.”

“You’ve got it bad, huh?”

 “I mean, can you blame me? He’s got that mysterious vibe.”

You rolled your eyes again, though you couldn’t quite shake the thought of Hyunjin. It was impossible not to wonder why he’d reacted the way he did in class, but chasing him down for answers felt... wrong. You barely knew the guy.

“So,” Jess continued, clearly not done with the topic, “what’s your type, then?”

You laughed. “You’re really going to make me answer that?”

She grinned. “I just wanna know if I’m totally off base with my matchmaking attempts. You’ve gotta have some sort of ‘type,’ right?”

You paused, thinking for a moment. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess it’s less about looks and more about someone who doesn’t make me feel like I’m walking on eggshells.”

Jess snorted. “So not Hyunjin, then.”

“Exactly.”

She sighed dramatically, pushing open the door to a nearby shop. “Well, I tried. Come on, let’s actually buy something. There’s gotta be something here that’ll make this trip worth it.”

The shop was a bookstore. Clearly Jess didn’t know this before opening the door.  She froze in the doorway, blinking at the rows of bookshelves as they had personally offended her.

“Oh,” she muttered, visibly deflating. “Well, this is not what I expected.”

You bit back a laugh. “What, disappointed they don’t sell designer handbags?”

Jess sighed dramatically, stepping inside anyway. “I mean, yes, but we’re here now, so we might as well look around.”

You smiled, running your fingers over the spines of the books as you wandered further in. The store smelled like paper and ink. It was quiet except for the soft sound of pages turning and the occasional murmur from the cashier at the front desk.

Jess followed you reluctantly, dragging her fingers over a display table of hardcover books. “So, you’re one of those people, huh?”

You raised an eyebrow. “One of what people?”

She smirked. “The kind that actually enjoys reading.”

You gasped in mock offense. “I’ll have you know books are great company.”

Jess made a face. “I prefer company that actually talks back.”

Then, a deeper voice spoke behind you too, “Books can talk. Audiobooks.”

You froze mid-turn, the voice hitting you like a memory brought back to life. It was teasing with a familiar lilt that sent you straight back to childhood.

Slowly, you turned the rest of the way, and there he was.

Bang Chan.

He stood just a few feet away, arms crossed, a lazy smirk on his face. He looked older, obviously, his features sharper, his frame broader. But the glint in his eyes was the same.

“Chan?” you breathed, barely believing it.

His smirk widened into a grin. “Took you long enough.”

Jess glanced between you two, brows raised. “Uh, hello? Someone wanna fill me in?”

You let out a breathless laugh, still caught in the disbelief of seeing him here now. “Jess, this is Chan. We grew up together. Our dads are friends.”

Chan’s grin didn’t falter. “More like she followed me around like a lost puppy.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving his arm lightly. “You wish.”

Jess watched the exchange with growing interest. “Huh. So this is the childhood bestie. Why haven’t you mentioned him before?”

You hesitated. It wasn’t that you’d forgotten about Chan, but life had pulled you in different directions. You had stopped coming to Forks in the summer when you were thirteen. You assumed the distance had settled between you for good. But now, standing here, it felt like no time had passed at all.

Chan didn’t seem bothered by the question. He just shrugged, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “It’s been a while, that’s all.”

You nodded, still unable to fully believe he was here. “Are you going to college here?

   He shook his head, “No. I took a gap year to help out the family.” That explained why you hadn’t run into him sooner.

Jess, sensing the shift in mood, clapped her hands together. “Okay, well, I suddenly feel like the third wheel in a heartfelt reunion, so I’m gonna go pretend to care about books elsewhere.” She shot you a knowing look before wandering off toward the back of the store.

Chan watched her go, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “She’s got good instincts.”

You snorted. “She probably thinks you’re my long-lost soulmate or something.”

“Am I?”

“Don’t start.”

His laughter was warm, familiar. It was strange. It felt like no time had passed at all. But at the same time, everything felt different. He wasn’t the same boy you used to know. He had definitely grown some muscle.

You tilted your head. “So, what exactly are you doing with the family? Besides, you know, ‘helping out.’” 

Bang Chan has a BIG family. All of them lived in cabins near La Push. You remember making sand castles with him on the beach.

Chan hesitated for just a fraction of a second before answering. “Just… community stuff. Helping my dad, looking out for people.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s vague.”

He grinned. “It’s a vague job.”

You weren’t buying it. There was something he wasn’t saying, but before you could press, he nodded toward the door.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go grab something to eat. We need to catch up.”

“Fine. Jess was getting bored anyway. I’ll go tell her.” you said, sighing dramatically. “But you’re buying.”

Chan laughed. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

[beuxwhoyouare]

The Innovation

We stood in a line waiting for Jordan to make his way towards us one by one.

“What’s your name, height, age, and role?” Jordan, the tall scientist and my relatively new friend asked me in a way that felt colder than our usual interactions.

“Riley Michael Kingston. I’m 5’ 10” 28 years old and I’m a research assistant.”

The latest cuts left our university’s research labs unable to pay lab participants. We had to get thrifty so some of the research assistants stepped up to be participants in one another’s projects. Admittedly I got to take part in one of the coolest ones left here. The creation of a semi-autonomous exoskeleton meant to help disabled people do things they currently couldn’t.

Jordan was so different outside of the lab, it was so weird to see him being so professional instead of being just chill. Up until this point we’ve tested limbs individually but today was going to be our first full exoskeleton tests. He’s been so busy this week working on preparations. Truthfully I didn’t know the full suit would require this much more prep but up until this point it’s been a pretty calm experience. Just coming in and doing remedial physical therapy routines with a mechanical limb for an hour.

Today we were apparently doing much more than that but I didn’t know how far we were going. I walked in to see the full exoskeleton hung up on hooks and wires.

“Strip down to your underwear, I have to place a few nodes on you to prepare you properly.” Jordan calmly directed.

“Oh? I didn’t know we were getting this intimate today. Also I thought this was an EXO-skeleton. Meaning it goes outside my limbs. It looks like you build a whole mechanical body?” I noted.

“It’s a lot more complicated than just an exoskeleton study. Also you’re gonna feel a little pinch with this neck node. It has a needle for monitoring. Don’t worry it won’t hurt once it’s in.”

Before I could interject to ask more, I felt the node get stabbed in.

Jordan guided me to an upright platform and instructed me to get onto it face forward to not obstruct the nodes. In an IV in my hand he injected something before I could question him again.

“Count backwards from 200.” Jordan told me.

I didn’t know I was going to be knocked out for this? But it was too late to object, I just obliged ignorantly. Before I knew it, I passed out but almost immediately I felt awake again, minus the sight. It felt like the haziness of a dream but the clarity of being awake.

“Oh he’s waking up, wait here. Riley you’re awake, good. Lemme turn that on so you can see again.” Jordan said coldly once again.

What does that even mean? Before I could ask, my sight returned but it felt very sharp? Like artificial and digital, very impersonal.

I tried to get up and move but was held back by the hooks…..and wires? Huh? As I tried to look down all I could see was translucent white covering a bunch of white wires. I was on the opposite side of the room I was on previously.

“What’s going on?” I said in a voice that sounded amplified more than projected through a diaphragm.

“Well it’s part of the experiment. I’m not exactly making an exoskeleton. The goal has been two pronged. One, to create a new corporal form to let people with terminal illnesses live longer and not be robbed of their lives. And two, program a learning model that can exist inside existing bodies of criminals that receive the death penalty. A perfectly good body shouldn’t go to waste just because the wrong person is piloting it. This way we can expedite reform. Take the broken parts out and put a brand new upstanding citizen back into the world.”

Riley put one and two together as he struggled on the wires. Part one of the experiment worked clearly. Somehow he was consciously inside of the full robotic body. But what about part two?

“…so if I’m part one did part two work?” I said as angry as this form would let me sound.

“Well let’s find out.” Jordan said walking across the lab to the area I was previously in.

“Okay open your eyes.”

The learning model doing as it was told like it’s programmed to do. Without the restrictive parameters of wiring, it looked down and managed to tilt its new form upward from the hooks. It raised its new head and looked right at Jordan with an empty look at its face that almost registered as a puppy dog face.

“Your name is Riley Michael Kingston. You are 5’ 10” 28 years old and you’re a research assistant. Please repeat your information and introduce yourself to this machine.” Jordan said as gesturing to me as he guided my former body in front of me to be able to see.

“Oh and take off your shirt.” Jordan slyly requested as a maniacal grin rose on his face knowing his request would be enacted.

“Hello. I am Riley Michael Kingston. I’m 5’ 10” 28 years old and I’m a research assistant.”

There were no organs inside of me but I was the closest I could be to feeling my stomach drop.

“Riley please go put on the clothes in that box over there we have to test your cognitive abilities. I need to speak to this machine briefly.” Jordan said, his words digging into me like a knife.

“Jordan I’m glad this all worked but what are you doing? Why didn’t you tell me this was the extent of the exp-“

“That’s enough.” Jordan flipped a switch turning off the hanging exoskeleton.

“Okay ‘Riley’ let’s see how much muscle retention there is in your new form.”

Jordan instructed the new Riley meticulously through an extensive exercise routine. The learning model may be good at listening but it’s not good at autonomy and human limits. His body yearned for water and a break but he continued to push it. As he broke a sweat, a limit was reached during a bench press that almost ended deadly. The new Riley knew it reached its limit and defied Jordan’s command for the first time.

Jordan was surprised at the first sign of autonomy and noted it. As he began firing question after question to ‘Riley’ about why he stopped. Jordan realized the learning model was quite literally learning limits and its own autonomy and realized it was evolving faster than he could’ve expected. He simultaneously feared the breakthrough while also fearing losing the new ‘Riley’s’ naivety.

“Alright let’s go for a swim. Put this on.” Jordan rushed to the pool for selfish motives.

Riley’s body was insane and Jordan knew the real Riley never saw him as anything more than someone he worked with. But Jordan couldn’t let that just be. As the learning model robotically maneuvered his new human form in front of Jordan, the scientist objectified his former colleague knowing there would no longer be repercussions. As they arrived to the private research pool Jordan instructed the model to turn around. He approached the new Riley and planted a kiss on his motionless lips.

There was no reciprocation and he knew he had to take matters into his own hands. He began graphically describing his dream night of carnal embrace with Riley to the learning model. Giving it a play by play on what to do, down to the kiss, the tongue motion, slight neck grab, exploratory hand movements, and even the moments they would both get hard. The moment Jordan said go, the learning model enacted every single action described.

Once Jordan unsheathed the speedo he forced ‘Riley’ to wear. He wickedly grimaced at the girthy sight before opening it to welcome the thick new pole down his throat. This was everything he ever wanted.

[the-fyre-flie]

Kid Robin!Bruce Wayne and Batman!Alfred but it's one of those weird Batman The Brave and The Bold plots. Also, Jor El as Superman and Clark as Superboy, using the name Kal instead :D

Batman!Alfred getting kidnapped by like aliens or something as Robin!Bruce is all upset about it! Shenanigans ensue! Idk i just think stubborn Robin!Bruce and Superboy!Kal is cute Supersons au stuff

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"Robin! Get the Justice League, and don't follow me-" Alfred yelled over the sound of destruction, the crashing of a building almost drowning him out as he was lifted away. Whatever kind of binds these galatic invader used on him, he couldn't break them. As he struggled, he could see young Bruce below him trying to clamber up the broken city scape to grab his mentors cape.

"Batman! I'm coming!"

He sounded so scared, grappling up the fallen structure to get as close to the weird alien ship as possible, only to be knocked away by a strange forcefield. He grunted as he landed hard against the ground, Alfreds concern for his young ward visible just before he disappeared up into the ship.

Coming face to face with his captors, the alien species went on some rant about kidnapping the strongest being on the planet so they could take over, leaving Alfred glaring at them from the alien cage they kept him in. For now, he was trapped and would have to wait. Hopefully, Bruce would do as he said... the boy had a problem with not listening to his commands.

Bruce watched in abject horror as his father figure was taken away by aliens, unable to reach the alien ship as he was left groaning on the broken building roof. He clutched his arm, the fall having knocked his shoulder out of place, moving to stand as quickly as his small body could handle. Alfred had told him to get the Justice League... but... he felt like he had to go after him. By himself.... that was *his* adoptive dad, this was *his* fight- A voice crackled in his earpiece, Superman, Jor El, asking what happened and where he was. He hasn't been able to stop Batman from being taken, but he kept trying to reassure Bruce he was on his way.

"Robin? Stay put, okay. Superboy and I are on our way to your location. I know Batman got captured, but -" Jor started, his voice coming in over the sound of wind. In the background, Bruce could make out Kal, Jors son, aka Superboy, shouting, 'There he is!' before the pair landed in front of Bruce. Immediately, Jor was trying to tend to Bruce's shoulder, tutting softly as he helped the boy pop it back into place. Kal was visibly worried, and while the two boys had never been particular close, Kal saw Bruce as a friend. It sucked to see his friend upset.

"They took Batman. I have to save him." Bruce grunted as he rolled his shoulder, Jors disappointed look almost causing him to shy away. Despite how different Alfred and Jor were, they both had glares that could stop anyone in their tracks.

"No, you aren't. You're staying here with Superboy while the Justice League goes after him." Jor was very direct with Bruce, knowing the boy didn't need comfort, he needed structure. Bruce worked best when he had a plan to follow and orders to obey. Being overly emotional did nothing for him. Superman gestured to Superboy, a small smile on his face.

"Kal was worried about you, Robin. Best you go reassure him you're fine." This was Jors way of asking Bruce to not be rash and run off.

Bruce scoffed, but he didn't dare argue yet. He could sneak off and save Alfred in a bit...

Jor left quickly, leaving the two teens alone on the broken rooftop. Kal stepped closer, his face scrunched in worry.

"I hope you've learned your lesson to stop running off without the rest of your team." Kal had certainly inherited his fathers directness. He crossed his arms over his chest, obscuring the red and gold emblem.

"I haven't. Batman needed me, and I was closest to him." Bruce crossed his own arms in return, ignoring the jolt of pain. Kal rolled his eyes before leading the way down the side of the mountain, floating a bit as he watched Bruce slide down the rubble. Silence filled the air, only interrupted by distant crumbling buildings and the sounds of Bruce's shoes against the concrete.

"Bruce-"

"Robin."

"Robin... you're heavily bruised, you just watched Batman get kidnapped. Let's head back to the team and regroup and calm down."

Kals Superboy costume was bright, his cape making him look like a perfect mini version of his father. Bruces own costume, the green, red and yellow, the cape cut into the shape of bird wings, the domino mask, it was all a stark contrast to his mentors' dark outfit. It was a little comical that Bruce was so broody despite being dressed like a traffic light, while Alfred was so level headed and optimistic despite being dressed like a bat. Alfreds words echoed in his head. 'It's so I can see you better during patrol, boy. It's for your safety.'

"I'm going after Batman. Help me get up there." Bruce pointed to the space ship that was still in low orbit. Kal sighed, taking a moment before opening his arms to carry Bruce to the ship.

"You're so stubborn."

"Of course I am."