#And for just. Generally being annoying with this

[lokielly]

by the way, some of us are autistic and can mistake people saying “sorry” as an apology because they might feel partially responsible for why we’re upset at that moment. that’s why we clarify that, because we want it to be 100% clear that you aren’t at fault at all.

i actually get a bit annoyed with people who get a bit annoyed when people say “sorry” in response to their bad news. “why are you apologizing you didn’t do anything :/” like okay well a) you don’t know that and actually yes i am the secret architect of all your woes and have been this whole time, way to refuse to acknowledge a woman (gender neutral)’s accomplishments. and b) we’re both fluent english speakers so you know perfectly well that “sorry” isn’t always an apology and is very commonly used as an expression of general regret or sympathy. not in this case, because i have been your secret nemesis for years, meticulously plotting your every misery, but, like, in general

[starktonyx]

Are we out of the woods yet?

Pairing: John Walker x reader. Word count: 6.2k

Description: John Walker and you are nothing more than two idiots who can’t stand each other. But when a mission goes wrong and you fall through cracking ice, he does everything in his power to keep you alive.

Warnings/Tags: Enemies to ‘you saved my life, what are we now?’, hurt/comfort, drowning in frigid water, CPR, body heat. You might fall in love with him. Thunderbolts make a cheeky appearance.

Notes: This was the most voted option for my next fic, it’s uh … it’s a bit long, yeah 🤭. Enjoy 🫶🏼

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You'd lost a stupid bet to Yelena, so stupid you couldn't even remember what it was, but you were currently living the consequences of it.

Which meant being paired on a mission with none other than John Walker.

Yes, the myth, the legend, the annoying, all star american asshole.

You'd managed to avoid being paired with him for a while. After all, the last few missions you were together had ended in setbacks, for the simple reason you two just couldn't get along. We're talking about a history of missed targets, blown covers, a few stray bullets aimed in each other's general direction, and maybe ... one crashed jet.

So Bucky and Yelena avoided it at all costs when planning for missions.

That was until now, all because Yelena had gotten bored. A lost bet landed you back on another jet with him of all people.

Mission site was in the middle of a frozen forest, where sunlight hadn't touched the snowy ground in years. Even inside the jet, you could feel the cold creeping through the metal walls as you got closer to the drop point.

You were sent to retrieve intel from a highly guarded facility that had made enemies with Valentina. Maybe eliminate a few targets if it came to that. Quite standard, even easy if you actually knew how to work together as a team.

The worst part? Their security perimeter stretched for miles. Which meant you had to go through a rough landing between the trees, far away from the base, and then hike through thick snow and unforgiving cold just to get in there.

Any enhanced teammate would've been better than you. Either Bucky or Alexei ... maybe they just didn't want to stroll around for miles with Walker either.

Couldn't blame them.

So Yelena, influenced by Bob surely, thought it would be funny to send you. Now that was the worst part, doing all of it with him.

You didn't even know what it was about Walker that riled you up so badly. Maybe it was his superiority complex. Maybe it was his agressiveness when he didn't like the way you planned things. Or how he never took the blame when things went sideways, even when he'd done something reckless too. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the way he looked a little too good when he was pissed at you, those veins in his neck, chest heaving, strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead—stop.

Let's go back to 'You simply don't get along'.

It was easier to hate him than to name ...whatever the hell this was.

"Can you stop doing that? I'm trying to land this thing, or are you looking to crash another plane?" Walker snapped from the pilot seat, not even turning to look at you.

You stopped for a second, realizing you'd started pacing in the back of the jet. It was the only thing keeping your body warm, and your mouth shut.

Until he had to open his.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is the super soldier getting distracted?" you said sarcastically. "Maybe if you actually paid attention to the plane this time, you won’t crash another one."

"We crashed because you couldn't sit still for five seconds … like right now."

"Wow, you're right. I brought it down with my bad attitude. My apologies, Cap."

You noticed the way his posture tensed on the seat, knuckles immediately flexing on the controls ... why was he so easy to rile up?

And why the hell was that kinda ... No. Stop it.

John didn't know what it was about you that riled him up so bad either. Maybe it was the constant defiance, that bratty attitude he just couldn't allow. Maybe it was how you never followed his orders, even when he was right. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the way you kept running your mouth and he could only think about his mouth on yours to shut you up—no.

He just hated you, that was it.

"Just sit your ass down and put on your belt. We're about to land," he muttered, trying not to sound like he wanted to throw you out mid flight. "I don't know how bad it's gonna be landing into the woods."

You figured it was better to comply, not for him, but because the mission hadn't even started yet and part of the bet with Yelena was to finish the mission successfully, without killing each other in the process.

A lost bet was a lost bet, after all.

You plopped down into the copilot seat beside him, letting your eyes roll as you buckled in. John just side eyed you.

"Good girl," he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear.

You went upright in your sit, looking at him with disbelief. "What the hell did you just call me?"

All you saw was a half smirk on his face, but before you could unbuckle and force him to say it again, the jet landed harshly into the snowy woods, trees scraping against the reinforced windshield as the aircraft rolled for some distance until it came to an abrupt halt.

You groaned when your head knocked hard against the leather copilot seat. From the corner of your eye, you saw his head snap toward you.

"You okay?" he asked, already unbuckling his belt.

If you really looked into it, it sounded a bit off from someone who had made very clear how much he didn't care about you. But apparently he seemed to have forgotten that for a moment, as he walked over and knelt in front of your seat, fingers working quickly to unbuckle you as he scanned your face for any signs of a concussion.

And for a moment you believed the hit gave you one, because there was no way in hell this was real.

John Walker...being nice to you? Caring?

You blinked a few times at the sight of him crouched at your feet, heart thumping so loud on your chest you were sure he could hear it. John's eyebrows furrowed to your lack of response.

You considered faking the concussion so you could blame your dazed state to that and not to the fact that his large hands rested on your knees like he wasn’t the last person who wanted to touch you.

"I'm good," you finally replied, barely audible, but enough for him to let out a breath he was holding.

Your eyes dropped to your lap, and he was suddenly aware of the placement of his hands. He quickly cleared his throat, standing up to somehow pretend to shrug it off. He grabbed his shield from the floor and tightened it up in his arm, maybe a little too hard so he could control his own heartbeat.

"Okay then … time to go to work."

You cleared your throat too, nodding and trying to ignore the heat that flushed across your cheeks.

Must've been the landing... yeah, just that.

——

The rough landing seemed to had messed with the jet's communication system, leaving you unable to notify anyone back at the watchtower that you'd made it safely.

You barely got two steps outside before regretting every decision that led you to this point. The stupid bet with Yelena. Stupid Bob.

Actually, scratch that ... Yelena was taking the yelling for the both of them.

Even layered head to toe with Valentina's high tech tactical suit, the cold crept in through every seam and zipper. The forest around you was quiet, and too white, just frost covered pines and the sound of boots crunching the snow below you.

And... him.

He walked ahead of you, carrying the map completely unfazed by the freezing air, head high and posture perfect, with that ridiculous bent shield attached to his arm.

"Walker, why do you get the map?" you asked, not even trying to hide your irritation.

"Because I actually know how to read it," he replied without looking back.

You rolled your eyes. Honestly, you didn't even want the map, your crossed arms were staying glued to your chest for warmth. Picking a fight with him was just the most entertaining way to stay conscious.

You walked in silence for about fifteen minutes before you started talking again, not because you had anything relevant to say, but because it kept your jaw moving.

"How much longer?" you asked, not intending it to come out as whiny as it did, but the cold sinking in your bones was making your brain foggy.

"Can't keep up, already?" he mocked. "Want me to take out the Sentry I keep in my pocket? Maybe he can fly us there."

You inhaled sharply, resisting the sudden urge to stab him. No one would know ... right? Mission incident. Just an incident.

You shook your head, you still needed him to get out of there. That didn't mean you couldn't mess with him a little longer.

So you sniffled.

"You're so mean, John," you mumbled, voice laced with fake hurt.

He stopped in his tracks, shocked about two things. First, did you just call him John? And second ... were you sobbing?

He immediately spun around to check, and Jesus, not a single tear. Just a goddamn grin spreading across your face.

His was jaw tight as he turned away, clearly realizing he'd been played.

"You're impossible," he muttered, shaking his head as he began walking again. You laughed.

"I'm actually cold ... not that you'd get it Walker, you're biologically incapable of suffering."

"Can you just be quiet for two seconds?" He groaned. "Maybe shutting up will help you preserve some energy."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you huffed, "Are we saving that energy for all the arguing we're gonna do later?" you were panting now, hating the way your breaths came shorter from the lack of oxygen.

He stopped again, turned just enough to glance at you over his shoulder.

"You good back there, or do I need to carry you?"

There was a part of it that sounded like he actually gave a fuck, but most of it was just him being sarcastic. Or at least that's what you told yourself.

"Oh, please," you scoffed, trudging past him in the snow. "I'd rather get naked here in the cold than be carried by you." He let out a short, dry laugh, and continued trailing behind you.

Yes, fighting with you was entertaining to him too.

The two of you went deeper into the snowy woods for a while, until the trail curved into a clearing. There, a wide, frozen lake stretched in front of you, splitting the path you were supposed to get across. It was lightly dusted in snow, surface thin enough to be a problem but not so fragile you couldn't maybe cross it if you were careful.

If you were careful.

Walker stepped in front of you, eyes scanning the amount of space the lake covered. He cursed under his breath, realizing going around was not an option if he wanted to get this mission done before the night fell and you froze to death.

"I don't like the look of this." He muttered, shaking his head.

It didn't take long for him to get into his I-was-a-soldier-once persona, running through scenarios in his head until he chose the one he seemed to be satisfied with.

Surprise, it was always the same one.

"Okay ... you're gonna have to stay right behind me. I'll check the ice as I go, you step where I step, got it?" He turned to you, lifting his eyebrows expecting an answer while you looked at him with an annoyed expression.

Yes, you knew it was the safest way to do it, he just didn't have to sound so condescending about it.

"Yes ... got it Walker, thank you," you rolled your eyes, eager for him to just go so you could get this over with.

He sighed, and turned his back to you. He adjusted his shield on his arm and stretched his neck from side to side. You snorted, why was he so dramatic all the time?

"Let's go," he muttered, before testing the first step by tapping into the ice with his boot.

You made your way like that, he gave cautious long steps, first putting part of his weight to test it, then all of it, before he could step forward with you behind him. You kept yourself close to him, as much as you told yourself you didn't enjoy it, the broadness of his back covered you from the chill air and his body was so warm you could feel it through his suit.

You didn't notice when he came to an abrupt halt, lifting his right arm up as a 'stop sign' a second too late, causing you to collide against his back.

"What the– ouch!" You cursed when you crashed into him. He didn't even budge from his spot, it was like hitting a wall. A six foot two brick wall. "Do you mind warning me before stopping like that? you are literally made of concrete," you complained, rubbing your forehead.

"I literally signed it when I stopped," he furrowed his brows, pointing the hand he kept in the air. 

"You are supposed to sign it before you stop, soldier boy. Or how about you just talk like a normal human being?"

"Listen, I think this is a thinner section, so we have to walk through slower, s l o w e r, is it clear enough for you now?" he said, spelling the world 'slower' as he made a walking motion with his fingers on the palm of his hand.

God, stabbing him never sounded like a better idea.

"Jesus Walker, do you even hear yourself when you talk? Just because you're leading doesn't mean you have to be a dick about it." You were almost yelling, completely fuming at this point.

"If you don't like the way I lead," he snapped, gesturing sharply in front of him, "then by all means, go ahead, take the lead. Break the ice if you want. I won't catch you if you drown."

You narrowed your eyes at him.

He didn't expect you to actually move.

But you did. Because you'd rather drown out of spite than let him think he had the final word. So you squared your shoulders and strode right past him without hesitation.

His hand shot out to grab your shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm taking the lead," you shrugged, and he looked at you in disbelief.

"Are you serious right now–"

You yanked your shoulder from his grasp before he could finish. "Dead serious."

You kept walking without testing your steps, John's eye twitched at the sound of your boots hitting the ice. At this point you had forgotten how cold you were, just from the anger at him alone.

"Oh great ... yeah, keep stomping like that. You want me to throw the shield too? Maybe help you break it faster?"

"No, Walker, I don't want your stupid taco shield. Besides, I'm lighter than you."

You kept your pace, ice creaking faintly beneath you, but you ignored it. You were almost halfway through. When his firm hand latched onto your forearm, rougher this time, stopping you in your tracks.

"Stop doing that!" he snapped, holding you firmer so you wouldn't let go. "You can't just walk off and–"

"God, stop stopping me!" you shouted back, twisting violently in his grip. "Let go of me, Walker!"

But this time, he wasn't gonna let you. You exhaled loudly, feeling helpless, so you stomped your foot on the thin ice. Great … you were letting John Walker make you throw a tantrum. He just got angrier at your reckless move.

"I gave you an order!" He finally snapped, making your eyes go wide in surprise to his audacity.

Where the hell does this man get off?

You just stood there in silence for a few seconds that felt like an eternity, his grip still firm on your forearm. Your brows furrowed, chest rising up and down from the confrontation. You swore your head was about to explode.

"You know what, Walker," you muttered, your voice was low because you felt that if you raised it any louder you were about to have a stroke. "Maybe if you used half of the brain inside your big stupid head you would realize you're not the boss of me."

He opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out. His posture relaxed slightly, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm just trying to keep you alive," he muttered, like he was trying to make you understand something he couldn't quite put into words.

You saw a flicker of something different in his eyes, making you lower your arm to stop resisting against his grip. You wanted to believe him, you really did. Flashes of the way he'd looked concerned about you back in the jet invaded your mind.

But no. You wouldn't give him the pleasure.

"I don't need you to do that," you whispered, and when you noticed a slight falter in his grip, you forcibly pulled yourself back.

The sound of cracking ice didn't even register to him until it was too late. You turned around to continue making your way, planning to ignore him the rest of the mission.

"Wait, stop—" he blurted out, reaching a hand to stop you, but you had already stepped forward.

The clear layer beneath your boots gave way in an instant.

Freezing water swallowed you whole as you lost sight on John, who stood on what was left of the ice on the surface.

It wasn't just cold, it was paralyzing.

Your breath got caught somewhere in your lungs, never making it out. You tried to swim up but everything was so heavy, your limbs, your thoughts ... the world. You could only watch as you were dragged from the light above.

This was it. Your last dumb mission, stuck with him of all people.

John's knees hit the ground hard, scrambling to the edge of the crack you'd fallen in, peering into the dark, freezing water. But he could see nothing.

"Shit—shit ... where are you?” he looked frantically, but there was no way he could get you out like that, the current had pulled you under.

He inmmediatly dropped the shield attached to his arm, the goddamn map, and didn't even think twice before diving in. The cold punched the air from his lungs, but he didn't care, he could take it. You couldn't.

His eyes went wide in the dark, searching through the blurry water for you. Minutes passed, but he refused to acknowledge how long it was taking him to find you, how his enhanced body was already pleading for oxygen.

But then, in the distance he saw something. A figure ... your body, sinking like it didn't belong to someone fighting for their life.

Maybe you weren't fighting anymore.

No. God please—no.

He got to you in three large strokes, grabbed you with one arm, and pushed up, only to be met with thick, unbroken ice above. He cursed, accidentally swallowing some water. He slammed his fist into it once, twice, he didn't know how many it took until it broke wide open, cracks stained with the blood of his hand.

It didn't matter, he would heal.

John bursted through the surface with you held tight to his chest, coughing, ignoring the cold sinking into his bones as he dragged you into a thicker part of the ice like his life depended on it.

Because it did. Because yours did. But you weren't breathing anymore.

"No no no ... hey, hey, come on–" he groaned, laying your head on his lap, gently tapping your cheek, but you didn’t open your eyes. "Fuck."

He cradled your head to place you flat on the ice, and kneeled beside you. You were still, too still, the image of your limp body broke something inside him he didn’t even know was there.

"Don't do this to me," he muttered, as he started CPR with just one blood stained hand so his strength wouldn't crack your ribs on top of everything else. "Come on. Come on, don't– not like this ... I didn't mean it dammit!"

He shook his head, wet hair splashing cold water everywhere, aggressively wiping his eyes with his free hand, before going down to blow oxygen into your mouth.

"Breathe .. please breathe. You're not–you're not allowed to go out like this, you hear me?"

He kept just kept going, didn't plan on giving up, not on you. Compress, oxygen. Compress, oxygen. Over and over.

Until you finally jerked under him.

Water burst from your mouth in a choking cough, body lurching forward, your hands reaching out to cling on something, anything.

John.

He exhaled like he hadn't since he saw you go under the water and immediately scooped you up against his chest, a large hand placed behind your head to steady you. You gasped as you shivered, and he just felt this excruciating pain in his chest.

"Okay ... okay. You're okay," he mumbled, more to himself than you. "You're going to be just fine."

He just stroked your hair, as he kept muttering 'you're okay' 'you're alive'. You coughed a few more times, clinging into the heat of his chest that escaped the wet fabric of his clothes. That's when you realized he was soaking and shaking too, he'd actually pulled you out.

"You ... you went after me," you blurted out.

John wanted to punch himself in that moment. Repeatedly. Why did he have to say all those things to you? He knew damn well he would go after you every time.

He held you tighter, and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, voice cracking, something you never thought would hear from him, but man was he holding you like his life depended on it.

You wanted to say something else, but your teeth began chattering uncontrollably. You weakly pulled apart to look at him, maybe to let him know you felt your body giving out, maybe to look at him clearly one last time before your eyes began blurring more. And he saw it, he knew.

"No–no don't do that. Stay with me, alright? Listen to me! Just this once."

You're not the boss of me, Walker, you thought.

He finally stood up, pulling you up into his arms, one hand braced under your knees, the other across your back. "We're heading back to the jet. I need you to stay awake for me."

You just managed to nod, curling against his chest.

He left his shield behind, Val would get it back and if she didn't who cares. That wasn't important to him now, you were.

He miraculously managed to make it out the frozen lake without it breaking again, running right back into the forest path you'd already hiked through.

At this point, he didn't feel the cold anymore.

Didn't feel the bite of ice in his clothes, or the burning ache in his chest as he launched himself through the trees. You were trembling in his arms, he knew you were getting worse the longer he took to get you to shelter.

"Hey," John barked, louder than he meant to, like volume would anchor you to him. "C'mon. Say something, just keep talking."

You wanted to roll your eyes and laugh at him. He sounded way too desperate, for someone who couldnt stand you this morning. "You suck," you managed to blurt out, and you felt his laugh vibrate in his chest.

"Good girl," he replied, trying to get you mad at him like he'd done earlier in the jet, just so you talked to him.

Just so you stayed alive out of pure spite.

But you didn't fight him this time, you didn't want to anymore. He could boss you around all he wanted as long as you could feel the warmth of his body. As long as he kept running through the woods, holding you like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

"Eyes open. Stay with me." He groaned, when he didn't get the reaction he wanted. "Just a little longer, alright? Yell at me, go ahead, just keep saying shit. Insult my haircut. Tell me I ruined your day ... anything."

You made a noise, maybe a word, but it sounded wrong. Your head lolled against his shoulder and your lips were turning blue.

"Fuck," he hissed. "You're not dying on me."

The jet was on sight now, slightly buried in snow between the crashed pines. The second he reached the ramp, he stumbled up with you in his arms, kicking the door open. The inside was less cold than outside, but it was not enough.

He laid you gently on the copilot seat, and turned to the controls, desperately flipping switches to get the jet's heating system going, and fiddling with the comms settings to try to get to the team.

"Bucky? Yelena? Anybody, come in–" he barked, looking at you over his shoulder. "We need immediate extraction."

Nothing came back, the signal was still down.

"Goddammit." He slammed the control panel, a let out a string of curses under his breath.

He finally turned to your figure on the seat, and felt his whole chest cave in. You weren't moving anymore, just breathing shallow and slow. He could hear your heartbeat slowing down as you stared at him with half lidded eyes.

The jet had barely warmed up. It was like being inside a fucking freezer. There was no time, he knew what he needed to do.

"Fuck it."

He stripped off his gear quickly. The heat of his body had already dried off most of it. Still, he got rid of his tactical suit, gloves, the compression shirt he wore inside, until he was left in his underwear, body steaming against the crisp air.

He knelt by your chair, then hesitantly placed his hands on your soaked layers.

"Sorry ... I have to do this," he muttered, as his fingers found your suit's zipper. "I know you hate me. I know this is the last thing you want ... but I need you to live more than I need your permission right now."

His hands were careful. Gentle, even as they worked fast. He took off all layers, except for your underwear. His jaw clenched the whole time as he tried to keep his eyes from looking more than necessary.

He then lifted you off the seat so he could sit instead, placing you on his lap. He pulled you as close as he could, chest to chest, arms wrapped around your freezing body trying to trap as much heat as he could between you. He tilted your face gently, tucking it under his chin.

And God, he was warm.

By this point you had stopped shivering, but he knew it meant you were just at the worst stage of it. Your lips were blue, skin worryingly lifeless, and you couldn't quite figure out what was going on anymore.

"I got you," he whispered, kissing your head like he did when he got you out of the water. But that time you'd gotten back to him. Right now you were drifting away. "I've got you. You're gonna be okay."

"John?" His name came out unsure. Like you didn't remember he was even with you. Like you didn't remember you never called him John.

"Yeah it's me ... it's Walker. You hate my guts, remember? ... come on, stay with me," he held you tighter, wishing there was a way to give you all the serum going through his veins, even if it was him dying instead of you. "I didn't mean it. Any of it. You can punch me when you get better. I'll let you."

His hands tan through your back, your arms, rubbing warmth into your skin, trying to coax you back.

"I'll carry you through another mile of snow. I'll lose all the bets to Yelena if it means you get to yell at me one more time."

He didn't know what he was saying anymore. And it's not like you were hearing him anyways, time got strange after that.

You drifted in and out, sometimes aware of his arms around you, sometimes lost in the static of your own head. But slowly, like fog clearing, your mind began to catch up with your body. You felt heat all around you, like you were wrapped in something solid and safe.

And... bare.

Your cheek was pressed to bare skin.

John Walker's skin.

You blinked against the soft rise and fall of his chest, his heart thumping under your ear.

"...you're warm," you whispered, barely audible.

For a moment, he thought he’d imagined it. But you shifted in his grip enough to let him know that you were there, that you were real again.

Thanks to him.

"You're alive," he exhaled. His hand instinctively cupped the back of your head, fingers threading carefully through damp strands. "Jesus ... you're alive."

"You sound surprised," you rasped, lips ghosting a smirk.

"I watched you fall through the ice." His voice cracked on the word fall. "Yeah ... I'm fucking surprised."

"I can tell ... your heart is racing," you mumbled, voice coming out hoarse from your dry throat.

The adrenaline was still screaming through his bloodstream. He wanted to play it off, crack a joke, maybe roll his eyes and say yeah, thanks for ruining the mission, but none of that came out.

"Yeah ... well," he breathed out. "You scared the hell out of me."

There. He said it. Fuck it.

"I thought you hated me,"

"I tried to.. . God knows, you make it easy."

That made you huff a shaky laugh. He ignored the way his heart skipped to that. You were laughing again. Alive. In his arms.

"You're not exactly sunshine yourself, John."

John. His name sounded so pretty coming out your lips when you were not dying.

"I know."

That was probably the first conversation that didn't end with you wanting to punch him in the face. Something had shifted.

Maybe almost dying was all it took.

It was like the cold had finally frozen the part of your brain that hated John Walker. Or the heat of his body had melted the part of you that still tried to pretend you did.

You nestled your face closer to his neck, trying to soak in the impossible warmth of his skin. "I didn't mean it either ... you know. All the times I said you were insufferable."

He didn't say anything.

"I mean, you are ... but–" You exhaled. "I think I just didn't want to deal with whatever this was."

You felt his fingers twitch against your back, still careful, like you weren't almost naked in his arms.

"Yeah," he said. "Same."

John looked down at you, still cradled to him like glass. You were watching him now, really watching him, and not with the usual disgust behind your eyes. This time it was something... gentler.

And he was close. Too close. You could feel the heat of him everywhere, arms still locked around you like you belonged there. And his gaze had stopped hiding whatever had been buried under all those arguments and insults.

He tilted his head, eyes flickering down to your lips for a second too long. That's when something snapped inside you. You surged forward before your brain could catch up.

It wasn't cute, not at first. It was cold dry lips, desperate touches, and months of pent up tension crashing together. But then he softened, his hand cradled your face like you were something fragile, and yours clung to his neck like maybe if you held tighter, this wouldn't end.

But it did, because he pulled apart, like he was still holding himself back. He shook his head.

"I want you alive first ... fully conscious," he whispered against your lips. "Not ... not like this."

Of course he wasn't sure if this was real. If this was just some kind of 'thanks for saving me' type kiss. Like tomorrow you would wake up and remember you hated him, and he wasn't sure if he could take that.

You shook your head, you have never known what you wanted more than in this moment. Maybe it was the adrenaline wearing off. Maybe it was the brush with death.

"No," you shook your head. "Ive never felt more alive ... and I'm not wasting another second."

John opened his mouth to argue, but you kissed him before he could. You took all the strenght left in your body to kiss him deeper, until it was less about the anger, the insecurities, and more about everything else you hadn't said yet.

And you showed him, with your hands running through his hair, with your tongue playing with his, that this kiss wasn't a just a thank you, it was an apology ... a finally. Because you still didn’t know what the hell this was, but neither of you wanted to fight it anymore.

You pulled back breathless, but you were still so close that you could feel his chest rising and falling against yours. And then ... you both laughed.

Awkwardly. Like you didn’t know what to do with each other now.

"...What on earth was that?" you whispered, smiling through the adrenaline crash.

"I ...I don't know," he muttered, a little dazed.

You knew you should be panicking, overthinking. You should be denying everything that just happened. Yet still, you're both laughing again, naturally, like you didn't spend the last months wanting to stab each other.

Something loosened inside you, and you closed your eyes. His warmth, John was so damn cozy and soft ... almost unreasonably so.

Until he oppened his mouth again. Because he was still John Walker after all.

"So... what was that about you rather being naked around here than letting me carry you?" He allowed himself to tease you, because he could now.

Because everything you said in your stupid argument came true. You just didn't expect him to rub it in. You opened your mouth in surprise, hitting his chest, but this time it was playful.

"Haha, very funny. What was that about you not going after me if I drowned?" you snarked back.

He chuckled, and god ... it felt so easy now. He didn't have to say something mean back this time, too many months wasted on that.

So he just leaned in and crashed his lips against you.

Because you were cold. Because you were warm. Because your lips were right there and he just saved your life. And he was sick of pretending he hated the sound of your voice.

This time what interrupted your little make out you was the voice of someone else.

"... h-hello? ... guys come in. We got your message, Walker. Already on our way. Are you both okay?"

Yelena's voice coming out the jet’s comms made your tongues freeze mid kiss. You split apart like teenagers caught making out in a janitors closet.

You were suddenly aware of your very compromising position ... almost naked.

"Oh my god ... oh my god, John," you panicked, looking at the pile of wet clothes on the floor. "She's not even gonna let us explain it to her."

"Just ... don't answer yet," he hissed. "Give me a second to ... it's just my face, I can't—" He turned away from you.

"Are you blushing?" You chuckled through your panic.

"No ... It's the cold, shut up."

"Guys, do you copy? Hellooo ... this is Yelena … I swear to God if you two are dead, I'm going to be very upset."

You scrambled upright, before she thought about accessing the jets cameras or video calling, and tapped the console to talk to her.

"This is Walker and uh ... me," you said, voice slightly breathless. "We're alive, mission compromised. But we're... okay."

There was a pause, and you thought maybe you saved your asses.

"Why do you sound like you've been making out?"

You didn't answer inmediatly.

"Hold on ..." she hurried, and you panicked.

A white light flickered, signaling image was coming through. A fucking video call.

Before you could launch towards the control deck to cut the communication, a hollogram showed the inside of another jet, and Yelena's face. Or more accurately, Yelena's extremely judgmental face. Her eyes went wide, jaw almost falling to the floor.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?"

John cursed under his breath and reached blindly to get his tactical shirt, laying it over your shoulders to cover what was left of your dignity. Bob's voice came in behind her.

"Wait, wait ... move, lemme see—holy shit,” he covered his mouth with both hands, in half amusement, half disbelief.

Ava shoved herself into frame next, squinting. "Are you guys... naked?"

Bucky just peeked his head in, horrified. "They are."

You covered your face with both hands, muffling a mortified groan. John just tipped his head back and let out the most dramatic sigh of his life.

"I swear to god," he muttered. "We weren't ... we're not—it was hypothermia!"

"And your solution was...?" Yelena teased.

"Body heat, Belova," he snapped, rolling his eyes. "It's called first aid, look it up."

"Well ... clearly you got aided." Ava smirked at you.

Bob's voice chimed in again. "I bet that's not the only thing he—"

"BOB."

Yelena mouthed a sorry to the camera after shutting him up, and gently pushed him to the side. Ava disappeared next to them. Even off frame you could still hear their muffled laughs.

Bucky just scanned your face through the screen. "You okay?"

You nodded, because you were. You finally were. "He's really warm."

John cleared his throat.

"We need evac. She's stable now but still cold. Jet heating wasn't enough, I did the only thing I could."

"Copy that," Bucky nodded, biting his cheek to not say anything. "Reaching your coordinates, just please... put your shirts back on before we get there."

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[changeling-droneco]

I think one thing people need to learn in politics is just how to be annoying, like, i get it people want to seem more sophisticated and reasonable, but like, i still remember how people were acting like the people demanding a recount after the presidential election were unreasonable and acting incoherently even though it would have been not even half the amount of hoop jumping republicans put democrat candidates though. Why was it wrong to want to double check the vote while also being kinda inconvenient for the republicans? What moral victory do you actually think comes from not doing that?

Like, even if nothing changes from a recount it still sends a message y’know? Its a signal that they’ll make you fight for even the smallest inch. I’m not saying you shouldn’t be careful with it, but like, be more stubborn. Send em in circles, ask the same question until you get an answer, demand recounts, demand solutions to even minor problems, make them actually WORK.

You have the right to be an annoying pedant as long as you don’t cross the line into breaking a law. Moral victories have their place but what moral victory is there in not forcing them to sign their fucked up demands in triplicate? When it comes to being an annoying pedant to the point of it being obstruction and other crimes thats up to your own personal judgment but honestly I doubt you are reaching “flee the state you were elected to avoid voting on a bill and thus stall it out as long as you can before the manhunt for you literally drags you back to work” levels here, just be fucking annoying, demand time and energy.

There’s time and place to be the bigger person, but forcing someone to file the “kill people” paperwork three times before it actually goes through is very much a stronger and more important victory. Demand that recount. Waste that time. Make them late to that meeting.

[cupidlovesastro]

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!! this post does contain sexual content !!

mars represents, aggression, inspiration, anger, war, masculinity, courage, bravery, hate, sex, passion, confidence, destruction, strength, desire, impulsiveness, action, and competition

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🖤dividers by @dollywons @haonian @elryisia

♱ 1h mars- a masculine figure in your life, they have sex appeal, can come off bravely and courageous, feeling hated by this person, they have aggressive energy towards you, viewing them as competition, being inspired by their looks or aesthetic, your relationship with them starting off rocky, being attracted to their body, finding their muscles/ physical strength attractive, desiring their body, viewing them as intimidating, masking your aggressive side to them, being straightforward with them,

♱ 2h mars- valuing their strength, bravery, and courage, being used to getting angry with them, prioritizing your sexual time with them, making sex or arguments a habit, making money from having sex with them, risking your values for them, valuing their masculinity, their sense of self worth is inspiring, valuing their confidence, risking your job for this person, being impulsive with your money when it comes to them, they hurt your self worth or make you hate yourself, they make your coworkers hate you

♱ 3h mars- texting and talking sexually to them, getting mad when speaking to them, conversations usually leading to arguments, thinking of them as a masculine, feeling like their words have power, viewing their thought and/or opinions as brave, debating with them, hating their voice or the way they talk, finding the way they talk to be attractive, always needing to have the last word with them, getting passionate when you two talk, finding their words inspiring, their words destroy you, they send you hate messages

♱ 4h mars- desiring a family with them, strong senses of wanting children with them, hating their mom or just not getting along with her, seeing their emotions as bold and strong, seeing them as both masculine and feminine, they have a hateful view on women, their mom views you as competition, feeling a strong sense of security with them, having intense emotions when it comes to them,

♱ 5h mars- passionate love, having their children, love hate relationship, having hate/ aggressive sex, hating their music or artistic taste in general, having a strong sense of happiness when your with them, having fun when doing something competitive with them, playful meanness or teasing, desiring to having fun with them, bold gestures of love, finding their self expression inspiring, feeling confident when having sex with this person, their childishness annoying you, dramatic arguments, performative sex, they try to start drama with you by irritating you

♱ 6h mars- hating to do something for them, being willing to risk your health for them, having the desire to please them, feeling stressed when around this person, quickly judging them, this person causing you injuries, they inspire you to improve yourself, impulsively buying a pet with them, they destroyed your health, competitively working out with this person or playing sports

♱ 7h mars- risky or quick paced marriage, desiring a marriage with them, your enemy being hateful and always wanting competition with you, destructive and aggressive marriage, or intense and passionate marriage, enemies to lovers, short term relationship, sweeping things under the rug when there’s conflict, passive aggressiveness, always going tit for tat with them, feeling confident when in a relationship together

♱ 8h mars- they trigger you a lot, aggressiveness and anger that leads to traumatic events, not knowing their angry side, building resentment, risk that lead to something traumatic or losing generational wealth, very intense karmic relationship, passionate sex, sharing hatred for something, never seeing their passionate or courageous side, getting de*th threats from this person

♱ 9h mars- hating their worldly views, heated debates, desiring to know their views, competing with them in school, being inspired by their wisdom, lots of sex, putting your morals at risk for them, viewing their beliefs as strong or bold and even controversial, experimental sex, their spirituality inspires you

♱ 10h mars- having public fights, arguments, or sex, this person ruining your reputation, exposing them for their destructive behavior, being inspired by their career, having competition with them in the work space, hating their dad or having competition with them, you know them because of their bravery and courage, or because of their anger and temper, they put your career at risk, they’re a PR risk for you, competing to achieve more than them, they try to ruin your chances of achieving your goals

♱ 11h mars- knowing them as an internet bully, recognizing them for their strong internet presence, you know them for having sexual post on the internet, they ruined your sense of hope, they put your friendships at risk, desiring to be their friend, they’re a friend you would have sex with, having threesomes or orgies with them, they made you look bad to a community of people, short term friendship, experimental sex with them, enemies to friends, friends with benefits, they try to compete with you in any group your in , unpredictable arguments with this person, they post hateful things about you

♱ 12h mars-having secret animosity towards this person, they secretly hate you, a lot of passive aggressive energy between you two, being inspired by their spirituality and intuition, having fights and arguments that no one knows about, isolating yourself when this person aggravates you, this person harming you in secret, having a private sexual relationship with them, long term enemies with this person, feeling inspired by their healing journey, secret competition with them, when they’re angry they tell you de*th threats, they try to ruin your healing journey

[syrecjh]

Wait hold up Bakugo getting ready for a photo shoot and starts bonding with reader who’s his stylist then it becomes smth special and cute pls? 🫣

The thing about Katsuki Bakugo is—he burns through stylists like wildfire.

Too loud. Too blunt. Too impossible to please. The industry’s learned to send their best, their most patient, their most fearless. But none of them ever lasted past two shoots. Some didn’t even last through the fittings.

Until you.

Your name wasn’t recommended—it was thrown like a Hail Mary across a room of overworked interns and desperate agencies. You’d worked with chaotic models before, but Bakugo wasn’t just chaos. He was precision rage. Fire in designer boots. But you had a fire of your own, and the first time he scowled at you for holding a comb wrong, you scoffed and told him to grow a better personality. He blinked. Then laughed. Then stayed still while you fixed his collar like nothing had happened.

And now? Two years later? You’re still here.

Today’s shoot is for a Pro Hero Legacy Spread, something bold and modern — “icons of the generation,” the magazine called it. But Bakugo couldn’t care less about metaphors and fashion lighting. All he knew was: it was hot, it was early, and his stylist—his stylist—was one minute late.

He stood in the prep room, arms crossed, scowling at the mirror. “Where the hell is she? Dead in a ditch or just incompetent?”

The assistant made a sound of terror.

Then—click. The door creaked open. And there you were, clutching your coffee and your notes, a devil-may-care grin on your lips as if you hadn’t just kept Dynamight himself waiting.

“One minute and thirteen seconds,” he snapped, turning with that signature glower.

“Wow, you counted?” you replied, breezing past him and setting your things down. “That’s the most attention you’ve given anyone all week.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Maybe because no one else annoys me this much.”

“And yet,” you said, brushing a lint roller down his shoulder, “I’m still your favorite.”

He scoffed, but didn’t move when your hand grazed his jaw to adjust the angle of his collar. His skin was warm, always warm, like static lingering in the air between you both.

“Today’s concept is stripped back,” you murmured, focused on the minute details. “Minimal armor. Just you. Nothing flashy.”

He looked at you through the mirror. “So just me being awesome.”

“Sure,” you said with a smirk. “If awesome means frowning at the camera like it owes you money.”

He chuckled—chuckled, low and brief—and let himself be turned this way and that as you styled his hero jacket half-open, hair tousled perfectly to match the theme.

As you moved around him, laying the outfit across the dressing bench and flipping open your toolbox of styling essentials, he followed your every motion like you were a problem he hadn’t quite solved. You knew he hated this part—the prep, the waiting, the fussing. But with you, it was different. Always had been.

"Sit," you said, tapping the chair lightly with your nail. And—miracle of miracles—he did.

The moment you stepped in front of him, his eyes flickered upward. They always did. You weren’t sure if it was habit or curiosity, but you could feel the way his gaze tracked the shape of your concentration.

You adjusted the collar of his suit, your knuckles brushing against the line of his throat. His skin was warm. He didn’t flinch.

“Your hair’s a disaster,” you mumbled, reaching for a pomade jar.

“It’s always like this.”

“Yes, and I’m always fixing it. You’d think you’d be grateful.”

He huffed, but he was fighting a smirk. “Grateful’s a stretch.”

You slicked his ash-blonde hair into place—fingers threading through the strands, shaping the chaos into something sculpted. Somewhere in the middle of it, you heard him murmur, “You’ve got good hands.”

You blinked. “What?”

He didn’t meet your eyes. “Nothin’.”

You pressed your lips together to stifle a grin.

When you moved to fix his gloves—adjusting the fit so the metal knuckles didn’t crease weirdly for the camera—he watched you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

Then came the final piece: the belt. You crouched slightly, tugging at the strap, tightening it so it didn’t ride awkwardly on his hips. That’s when he said it.

“You always do this,” he muttered.

You didn’t look up. “Do what?”

“Make me look better than I am.”

That silenced you for a beat.

You rose slowly, brushing nonexistent lint from his chest, and fixed his collar again, even though it was perfect.

“You’re wrong,” you whispered. “I just make sure they see you like I do.”

He stared at you. Really stared.

And when you picked up the finishing spray and said, “Close your eyes, Dynamight,” he didn’t argue. Just obeyed—like the moment belonged to you, and he knew it.

When the mist settled and the clock ticked closer to shoot time, he opened one eye and said, too quietly to be teasing:

"Don’t ever quit on me.”

You smiled then. Wide and crooked. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

And somehow, in the hush between hairspray and headlines, it didn’t feel like a joke anymore.

[dexantnaomi-askblog]

hio, I see requests are open so can I request headcanons for the forsaken survivors and/or killers [ALL SEPERATE] with uhh, a genderless!reader who has similar abilities to the scientist role from miitopia and is more so a neutral role, like they can stun the killer but can't do generators or something similar

It's okay if not

Oh it's ok, but you didn't stated how many char you want me to do, so i'lll just do five since it's my max limit and i can't do all char it will take me all week. Sorry in advanced anon^v^

007n7/Shedletsky/Chance/1x1x1x1/Mafioso x reader (All seperate! and diffrent!)

reader is they/them

Warning!: !Reader has a diffrent personality for each char so it can be quite confusing!

Survivors

007n7 (he/him) (Caring! Reader)

He's sorta confused on why you can't do generators, and poor guy thought you didn't know how to do them so he just ended up teaching you how to do them

Yeahhhh you had to break the news to him that you can't do generators due to your role

That when he realized that he never saw you in the survivor lobby, and he's even more confused

He kinda likes your weapon, and he also likes your clothes style

Will ask you about your role or just talk to you to pass the time round

He'll talk about his son c00lkidd, or just vent to you without realizing that he did. He ended up apologizing to you but you had to reasure him that it's ok

He likes how caring you are, he lit thought you'll steer clear once you learn about his past, just like everyone else.

But nahhhhh you proved him wrong by confessing to him, vro got so confused but flustered at the same time

He doesn't mind your netrual role too! As long you both get to spend time together during rounds, he's happy

Shedletsky (He/Him) (Anger issued! Reader)

(Mentioned char: Elliot)

This gluttony mf fell love at first punch, literary!

He though he's slick, sliding towards you

and flirting with you. You just had to punch him to make him stfu

'Wait what? You can do that?' He thought, eating his chicken to heal back. You sighed and told him that your role is netrual and isn't a killer or survivor

He was even more confused before realizing and get punched by you again

He literary tried to impress you multipul times, trying to stun the killer multipul times and failing mulitpul times due to his stinky ahh hitbox

Not like you were intrested in him anyway, he's so werid

That doesn't stop him! One of the times he actuall stunned the killer and you were slightly impressed, appluading before minding your business again

He'll often share his chicken to you whenever you're on low health, or offering his medkit he found on the floor. You side-eyed him before taking the item he gave you

In return you usually help stun the killer if he misses, and sometimes have to ask E

He doesn't mind you not doing any generators due to your role, he'll find time to hang out with you even if he annoyed you a bit

You don't mind his present as long he doesn't annoy you alot

Chance (He/They) (Kind!Reader)

(Mentioned char: Guest 1337 and Elliot)

This rich gambler literary thought you were the new killer so he went to shoot you just for his gun to explode on their face

Damn you had to patch him up and tell them that you have your own role so you can't do any generators

They understands, but confused at the same time

Tried to teach you how to gamble multipul times, just for them to get punched by Guest 1337, scolding him that they can't teach you how to gamble when you are a scientist (Well he though you are one due to how you dress)

Well it slightly stop chance from teaching you but he's still gonna try anyway

He does try to impress you by aimming at the killer but you have to kindly ask Elliot for a pizza (for you know what reason)

They enjoyed your present a little too much, like hugging you or being clingy

Before you guys date too, but who cares?

You enjoyed him at least

KILLERS

1x1x1x1 (He/they) (Curios!Reader)

Well he's just as confused as you are

They wonder why you accidently stun the survivors and not doing any generators, he kinda though that you were a killer that came in unannounced. But when you stun him, they got even more confused. Like huh? What?

You had to explain to him about your role, and he got less confused. But still pretty confuesd

Why would the spectre give you a netrual role?

Oh, and he hates your curiosity. Why? You asked them to mass infection you because you want to 'study' his ablity. Mulitpul times. Bro he had to back away like wdym mass infection you???? Like hell they would do that.

But he likes you clothing style tho, they think you are pretty with you scienctist clothes. And he likes your weapon too

He would usually leave you for last, since like i said they do NOT want to mass infection or projectile fear you or kill you for some reason

You really don't mind him as long as they don't brutally kill you, but you really want him to mass infection or projectile fear you since you still want to study their ablity (By dying i think)

Mafioso (He/him) Reader will be normal for this one

Well he finds you endaring, like you had to explain to him on what your role is

He doesn't understand the spectre sometimes, why give you the role no one else has. He thinks you are lonely and bored in your lobby (which yes you are), so he often hangs out with you during rounds

He doesn't want to kill but of course is forced to by the spectre to do so, but he will always leave you for last

He had checked his debt list multipul times to make sure you're not in it (which spoilers, he cleared that out for you)

Not sure how this go but i think you both started dating... for errrr his reason! (He wants to pepper you with kisses so bad such a loser LMAO)

He would pamper you with gifts like flowers or expensive luxurious gifts without you knowing. But you couldn't complain much either.

He's also a fukin' gentleman i swear he's so geltle with you whenever you guys are cuddling (in private ofc)

He addores how you can both stun the killer and the survivors, he also like your choice of clothing style.

Well you liked him a little too much as well ^v^

I'm so done rn, req are open again

Want to req? Right here

[medliwinks]

I don’t entirely disagree (and will spell out my caveats in a moment) but would like to point out that astrology is a spiritual practice which a lot of young cultural christians are embracing, not only as a replacement for gendered expectations / boxes, but as a new way of interpreting ourselves, our experiences, and the world around us. Some people elevate it to doctrine, trying to define their predetermined place in the world, which maybe even causes harm (but so do a lot of the things people replace christianity with, many of them to a much greater extent. like MLMs, which, admittedly there’s a pipeline there) but plenty of folks are just out here trying to make sense of their lives. And spiritual practices that essentially rely on elevated confirmation bias CAN DO THAT, in ways that HELP, because that. is what they were developed to do.

Like. Yes, absolutely, it is annoying when people base how they treat another human person on anything superficial but especially something like moment of birth (measured by planets edition). I am a scorpio. I get fucking slut shamed…. because of my birthday. It is frustrating. At least slut shame me for my slutty actions, yknow? And as a fem, curvy, afab flavor of nonbinary, slut shaming really is not separable from the genders of the wider world we live in. It sucks, and people shouldn’t do that.

Housing and hiring discrimination based on astrology is also wrong. People shouldn’t do that. But making personal decisions, like choosing a partner or thesis advisor (I have heard stories), based on astrology, is like. Maybe not totally prudent but also not my circus not my monkeys not my decision making process and most importantly not my fucking business.

For me, astrology doesn’t impact my decisions. I use tarot spreads if I want to consider my knee jerk reactions as they come up, it’s just a far better and less fixed system for that. For me, astrology can help me interact with my reactions but because (unlike with tarot, where I am skilled enough to go without looking up written definitions) I must rely on pre conceived ideas often written by someone with a very different understanding of life events from me, it’s not very efficient. For me astrology is mostly just fun and is the broken clock which is right twice a day.

However that occasional coincidence definitely has led me to major shifts in understanding about myself or my relationships. Which are nice and good to have. I don’t communicate my understandings in astrological terms because, well, it’s not particularly accessible & few amateurs will come to the same assessment anyway, unless it’s super generalized, which just usually doesn’t need to happen.

But if it does!!????? Okay, fine, as long as nobody is being insulted or discriminated against, there’s just a little more magic in the conversation. And i find that fun

it does still make me insane specifically how many queer people lovingly embrace astrology. I went to a poetry workshop yesterday that was genuinely quite good but also included an option to disclose astrology designations during introductions and so many people broke out some variation of "I'm a [x] sum but I have a [y] placement and it SHOWS" girl no it doesn't. that's meaningless correlation you completely invented the causation

[harrysangel23]

Floaty

A/N: Hi guys! I've returned with a new fic that I hope y'all enjoy. I apologize for the long wait for a new fic, unfortunately life has not been kind but I finally got around to this (yay!) Anyway, hope you guys enjoy! (this has not been proofread yet either, wanted to get something out asap)

Pairing: Mean dom H x sub reader

Warnings: fingering (F recieving), spanking, use of safe word, degrading, mean H (don't worry he redeems himself), p in v, and I think thats all?

WC: 3,058

Summary: After feeling floaty all day and having enough, Angel decides to touch herself while Harry is at work... but her actions have consequences.

18+

Angel felt floaty all day. 

It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, she had it mostly under control…

But it was hard when Harry was at work all day, leaving her with hardly any attention before he left. Just a soft kiss on the lips before he exited the bedroom, where she laid on their bed, still dazed from the previous night. He’d probably be too tired by the time he got home to attend to her anyway.

She tried focusing on other things as an attempt to keep her mind at ease, but it was hard okay?

Especially when her thoughts would continuously drift back to last night. His cock ruthlessly pounding into her, soft grunts pouring from his mouth, and his hands harshly gripping her hips to stabilize her. 

He really fucked her good. Too good. 

She was distracted all day, even only minutes ago she had burned her hand. Her mind was on dirty thoughts crowded her mind, when she snapped out of it, she brought her hand up to rub over her eyes, in an attempt to shake the memories. However, when she thinks of the fact that her hand is on her face, soon her mind is on how his hand tightly gripped her face, forcing her mouth open as he spat on her tongue and made her swallow it. In frustration at herself, (how hard was it to not think filthy thoughts for at least 5 minutes?!) she slapped her hand down on the countertop. But instead of it being their kitchen countertop, it was the stove top, that she had turned on as she was on her way to grab a pan to make a nice dinner for Harry. Now that was blown to shit. 

She let out a string of curses -which she never does- and immediately rips her hand away and turns toward the direction of the sink. Quickly she turns the knob for the cold water to run and places her hand under it while she feels bad for herself. 

She couldn’t even have enough self control of her thoughts, how floaty her mind is, and she winds up burning her hand. She turns the water off, and makes her way towards their bathroom off of their bedroom. She searches through their cabinet, finding the ointment they had, quickly applying it and applying a wrap to keep it covered. 

She whimpered, still feeling sorry for herself, as she made her way towards the bed to lay down. With her back on the mattress, she glared at the ceiling as her hands rest at her side. Despite only wallowing for a couple minutes -she had an epiphany. 

She could just touch herself.

There was nothing wrong with it. She was, simply put, horny. Hence explaining her unusual floatiness. In her mind, she if she made herself cum, and surely it’d go away. 

However, if Harry found out, he would not be happy. Obviously, if she called and asked, explained how she was feeling, of course he’d understand. He’d let her touch himself, if he was feeling really generous, he might’ve driven home and help take care of her. 

But that was just her being selfish, she wouldn’t want to disturb him while hes working, he’d probably be annoyed with that too! Plus, with how worked up she was, she figured she’d be done and satisfied by the time he got home.

Unfortunately for her, she was way wrong on that one. Thats what she figured anyway as Harry stood in the doorway, arms crossed with an scowl on his face and he watched her peel her fingers from her pussy as she avioded eye contact with him. 

“And just what do you think you’re doing puppy?” He still sharply glared at her. She sat up, grabbing the duvet to cover herself as her head hung in embarrassment. “I asked you a question and I expect you to answer me.” 

She tried to speak, she really did! But it was hard, she was so embarrassed and it seemed no matter the situation she thought of, she’s still be in trouble, no matter what she told him. Her floaty head cloouding her mind, even worse now that she wasn’t able to finish. She had just been on the brink of her orgasm as Harry cleared his throat from their doorway. 

She could hear his sigh as he moved towards the bed, she slightly turned her head to try and look at him and she noticed him unbuttoning his shirt. His glorious tattoos becoming more visible as he stripped from it. More of them becoming visible, especially the yummy tiger on his thighs as his belt and pants joined the floor. 

“Get up,” His voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument, so she followed his orders as he sat on the side of the bed, peeling his boxers off, allowing his cock to be on full display. He sat on the side of the bed and she knew without him telling her where she was expected to go. She got on her knees between his legs and sat before leaning forward to mouth at the member. She was excited, although he seemed mad, this was going to help with how worked up she was… until he spoke up. “Nuh uh puppy, no touching, no mouthing.”

“But-” She looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Mm, now she can speak?” She opened her mouth to respond but no words came out. “Since my naughty puppy wants to disobey me and play with herself, I’ll play with myself, and she can watch the whole thing,” Her eyes felt watery as she watch him reach his hand reach down in front of her mouth. “Spit.” 

She shamefully did as she was told and watched as his hand began to stroke up and down on his cock. His muscles flexed as he began grunting at how good it felt, especially when he looked at her and noticed her fixated at his hand stroking his dick, her eyes watery. He felt himself getting more worked up by the second, he was hard enough walking in and seeing her plunge her fingers relentlessly working into her cunt, her juices clinging to her fingers. His pants growing heavy as she watched his precum leak from his tip, and finally his own cum spurting onto his stomach. 

“Wanna lick me up puppy hm?” She eagerly nodded before she started to lean forward once again to lick up all his salty release before he tutted at her. “Sorry pet, I just don’t know if you deserve it, do you?” Her tears leaked as she kept nodding. “Mmm, I don’t think you do, get up on the bed, hands and knees.” 

She sat there for a moment in disbelief. He was being so mean, her tears still falling and her mind getting floatier with each moment he wasn’t taking care of her. 

“You not hearing me today pet? I said up, now.” he tapped her cheek before he raised from the bed to grab a tissue and clean himself up. She figured she was in no position to disobey him (again), and climbed on the bed. She got where he wanted her, resting her head on the pillow and sliding her hands under it as well, she didn’t want him to see her injury and be displeased with how careless she had been. 

Soon enough, she felt him climb on the bed behind her, pushing her legs farther apart so he could see her puffy pussy fully. With watching him get himself off, constant dirty thoughts all day, and almost making herself cum, she was messy. Without warning, his own fingers plunged into her cunt. She yelped in surprise as he kept working into her. His fingers hitting the right spot after needing him, it felt blissful. She easily began moaning, and clenching around his fingers, her own orgasm coming quick. 

“I’m gonna cum, daddy.” She felt so happy, finally after needing this all day, he finally wasn’t going to be cruel and she was going to end satisfied. 

That was until his fingers were pulled from her right as she was at the very brink of cumming. 

“Now that’s too bad, isn’t it pup?” She felt her tears leak and soak into the pillow below her as she whimpered. 

“Please?” She whimpered out softly. 

He laid a hard smack on her ass, then another one, and another one. 

“I decide what my naughtly little puppy gets. You disobeyed me, and then you disobeyed me again. You don’t touch yourself without permission, and you certainly need to speak when I’m talking to you. I gotta teach you a lesson, otherwise how will I train my pet, hm?” 

“I’m sorry daddy.” She cried out to him, her own self-pitying returned. 

“Too late for that angel, you need to learn your lesson.” He growled at her as he laid yet another slap to her ass before he thrusted roughly into her. 

She gasped at the abrupt intrusion. Her whole body thrusted forward, similar to last night. She was so worked up and needed this more than anything. His hands gribbed her hips, thrusting her to meet his movements. She felt the familiar feeling in her tummy creep up and she whined once again. Sure, she loved feeling her all over her, his hands and his cock, but the feeling of coming undone from them was like no other. 

He must’ve felt her constantly clenching around him, he pulled out again before slapping her in the ass once again. 

She wept as she her orgasm was ripped away from her for the third time. She felt hopeless and her floaty mind was not doing anything to help her. She needed him so bad, why couldn’t he see that? 

“So close, aren’t you angel?” His condescending tone was hurting her feelings. She was in a soft spot, her whole day she just wanted him, she didn’t mean to go against him, she really just needed him that badly. 

Maybe he read her mind, she wasn’t sure but she did know how good it felt when his cock was plunging into her once again. His constant thrusts, satisfying her and she moaned into the pillow. She whimpered from her own neediness of him. He felt so good, his own grunts making her wetter. 

Her orgasm was reaching her again, she couldn’t believe how quick it approach, she’d feel embarrassed if it hadn’t felt so good. She loved every bit of him, especially how he could make her cum and make it an out-of-this-world experience. He’d always make her see stars. She loved how he also took care of her, despite him being mean he was so loving. 

He was being so cruel, constantly pulling her from an orgasm when all she wanted was him, all of him. She whimpered at the thought of him taking another orgasm from her again.

 So, to help her case, she reached her non-injured hand from the pillow to hold his hand. She just wanted to feel closer to him. Sure his cock plunging into her was as close as it gets, but the intimacy of holding his hand was something she needed right now. She needed a softer part of him- Yes, he was being mean and it turned her on, but he was reaching a breaking point for her. She missed him, and he left her alone when she was not in the right state. Not that he knew that! She didn’t get a chance to tell him, he held her close to him all night, got up before she did, and left before she had even gotten out of bed, how could he of known? He had even done what he normally does to make she sure isn’t feeling floaty like this. But, did that really mean he should be this cruel to her? 

While he was busy pounding into her, watching the way her ass jiggled with each movement, he hadn’t noticed her hand reaching back. However, he did notice when her fingers had lightly grazed his fingers. He immediately snached her wrist before holding it behind her. 

“No touching,” He squeezed her wrist to emphasize him point before releasing her hand. 

She whimpered, it was beginning to be too much. 

“C-can I please hold your hand daddy?” She let out softly. 

“What is it with you huh? Why can’t you listen, I said no touching.” His voice completely stern. 

She was pushed past her limits. She was sad to say the least. She just wanted to hold his hand, she understood he was upset she disobeyed him but he was being too mean. She just wanted him to coddle her, make her feel safe and warm, and of course have the blissful feeling of cuming. Or the very least if she couldn’t hold his hand, to be able to look at him. It wasn’t possible with her face being pushed into the pillow. But it was too much for her now, not being able to have any of that.

“Yellow. Yellow daddy.” Tears leaked down her face, she didn’t want him to stop fucking her, she wanted to cum and she could finally be at ease. But, he was being too mean and with all this thoughts swarming her and how he’s acting, she wasn’t sure it would ever happen. 

His thrusts immediately stopped, his grip on her lessoned as he heard her loud and clear at the word they use as a signal to slow down. He flipped her around and thats when he noticed her teary spaced out eyes. They were red from how much she had been crying. His heart clenched and he felt absolutely gutted. His hand reached to hold to her face, thumb swiping away her tears that kept falling. 

“M’so sorry sweetheart, was I hurting you? Whats going on?” His held his breath, expecting the worse. He hoped to god he hadn’t hurt her, he wasn’t as rough as he normally is, sure he was mean, but that was normally how they played. Then again, he wasn’t sure what was going on as she kept trying to talk while sobbing. “I know you’re upset right now angel, but I need y’to talk to me so I know how to fix it, okay?” He looked at her with such fondness so she knew he wasn’t mad at her anymore. 

“I just- It’s been too much,” She kept sucking in deep breaths as she tried to calm herself a little more and he waited patiently, still softly rubbing her cheek. “I have been feeling a little floaty today, It just got so bad I ended up burning my hand. A-and then I tried playing with myself to make my thoughts go away. I would’ve called you, I just d-didn’t want to annoy you at work. And I thought I could get it over quick and then I haven’t been able to cum. A-and I just needed to hold your hand when it got to much, I’m s-sorry I just am being needier than normal.” She took another deep breath, awaiting his response. 

“Sweetheart, you tell me these things as soon as you feel like this okay?” He lightly scolded her but he needed to make sure it wouldn’t happen again. “You call me when you feel floaty so we don’t end up like this alright? I hate to see you so sad angel, if I had known, I would never of punished you like this. And what's this about you hurting your hand?” She sniffled before showing him the lightly bandaged hand he failed to notice. He softly grabbed her hand before placing a light kiss to the center of the bandage. “My poor baby, M’so sorry honey. You need me to take care of you now? Promise I won’t be mean anymore.” 

“Yes please.” She let out softly before he moved her to lay fully on her back, spreading her legs. His cock in hand before sliding it up and down her slit. 

“You tell me if it’s too much puppy. J’wanna make you feel good.” As soon as she uttered a soft ‘okay’ he cock was plunged into her once again. 

His thrusts worked continuously, loving how she felt so tight around him. She loved how he continuously kept hitting her sweet spot. With his hand on her hip, he moved it to intertwine their fingers, holding her hand sweetly as he squeezed it reassuringly. 

Her moans where making it easy for him to get more worked up. He pounded into her leaking cunt as he leaned down to finally kiss his angel. She let out a breath of relief of how good it kept to have his cock wrapped around her, his lips on hers, and his hand tightly clenched into his. Their mouths moved eagerly together, tongues tracing the others as they become more and more close together. 

“Can I please cum daddy? It feels so good.” She panted aginst his lips. With chaste kiss left to her lips he responded. 

“Of course baby, cum f’me angel.” Their lips moved pastionately against each other, it was messy as their spit mixed together. He felt her clenching around him before she finally came with a loud moan. 

It only took him a couple more thrusts before he reached his own peak, coating her walls. Their kiss becoming more messy as he harshly panted from his peak. 

All too soon for her liking, he pulled out and collapsed beside her. He pulled her to lay on his chest as he kissed her temple, rubbing her back in soothing motions. 

“M’sorry I was so mean to you sweetheart, promise if I had known, I never would have been so cruel to my angel.”

“It’s okay Harry, I know you wouldn’t of, I don’t blame you, you didn’t know honey.” She placed a reassuring kiss on his chest before closing her eyes and attempting to control her breathing. 

“How ‘bout we lay here for a bit, and later I’ll clean ya up and we can order some food, hm?”

“Sounds good to me H, thank you.” He squeezed her tightly before closing his own eyes. 

“Of course baby, anything for you.”  Harry responded.

[cozymochi]

Hi there! I like your oc Tia 😊 she's so cool! I was curious how does she get along Leona? Especially in book 2? Just curious 🤔

(Thank you 😳 I have a more generalized scenario of their dynamic written out here.) Gonna have to forego Book 2 because… Leona doesn’t really engage with the Prefect that much in it. So, that more or less applies to Tia too. BUT! Book 3??

BOOK 3.. has so much. They were roommates for 3 days and 2 nights. LISTEN— Two ideologically opposed, obstinate, people stuck sharing a room? It writes itself.

Now Tia has to cook for him and take up all of Ruggie’s old duties during the 3-day stint all while having to fulfill Azul’s contract to get her dorm back? Crazy work.

It was the worst setup for both of them. I can’t even properly articulate all the thoughts I had about it, so incoherent yapping it is.

I don’t think Leona would have denied her room and board on principle (cough, she’s still a lady) nor make it a trial, HOWEVER! That doesn’t mean she’s just going to sit around, take his bed (she slept on the couch) and be coddled while dealing with this Azul thing. She’s getting put to work. It doesn’t matter who you are, you aren’t staying in Savanaclaw and doing nothing.

Like the usual scenario for the prefect, Tia apparently takes over Ruggie’s job of being Leona’s gopher during those 3 homeless days. I kinda wish we saw more of that, but I get narrative priorities and wanting to stay on track. [book 7 has entered the chat]

I believe… for the most part, Tia took over Ruggie’s job while rooming with Leona in stride. Mostly because when she does anything, she tries putting maximum effort into it. His room is not ideal, so she’s already cleaning and organizing from the jump. High key, working on something is how she functions since relaxing is hard for her point blank. Leona doesn’t really get that but, it’s whatever.

Her cooking? 100/10, he gets the best meat ever. Well. For an herbivore anyway. (…Can’t let that ego get too big right)

And you know what was glossed over during this time? The fact not even housewardens get a private bathroom. So somebody 🦁 is going to have to 🦁do escort missions 🦁 Nobody is allowed in when she’s in there using the shower. Just something very annoying for him to be stuck doing 💚😔 Oh also she gets up at like! 5AM!!

AnD SHE WON’T LeT him go back to sleep after that! She just will yap about the state of his room and seems to be bothered by every little thing that crosses her mind. Ruggie found it funny as hell at least. Surprised she got Leona up at all but hey, less work for him for once.

It’s fine though. Leona gets his payback tenfold by having her run around like a panicked gazelle during morning training. It’s very cathartic to see. That- and he makes sure his food requests are very dense and luxurious. What? She can’t live with herself if she doesn’t put in maximum effort all the time ☺️ It should never be a problem for her. Who kindly is letting her stay in Savanaclaw again? Who clears out the bathroom for her? He just does so much.

[Immediately ruins the room she just organized and has her running head first into Azul junk via omitting words just so he can be smug about it later]

…She gets him back again later by denying him sleep not by yelling — but purely from listing all her grievances that she had the entire time she was living with him. She had a lot to criticize. …This whole duping Azul plan she made worked great, not only did Leona get roped into it, but she also got to vent. :3

Leona was right. Azul wouldn’t know real villainy if it hit him. Tia is more of a villain than he ever could be. In more ways than just outsmarting his dumb contract thing.

He would never want to share a room with her again <3

I got my jokes and only yapped about the pain on a very bare bones level, but if time was ever dedicated to downtime moments—- I do think Tia would have voiced being grateful in an earnest way despite it all, even while staying there and under a lot of stress from various sources.

I’m not too certain how receptive Leona would be to it. Probably outwardly dismissive. Yet…

anyway everything’s still pretty cool with Leona after all that Book 3 stuff I guess.

BYE!!!!

[deadpanjisung]

❀ to live as i wish ❀

pairing: idol!hyunjin x fake gf!reader

MDNI!!!!!!! (i cannot stress this enough, please have your age in bio)

genre: fake dating, friends to lovers, smut, fluff?

wc: 5.2k

warnings: smut, pet names, jealousy, lying to the public, lee know being kind of a menace, mentions of drinking, oral sex (fem receiving), breastplay, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, not proofread. sorry if i missed any.

“We’re dying to know, how did you two meet?” The interviewer asked, clutching the cards in her hands. Your eyes locked with his. You chuckled lightly.

“Straight to the point, huh?” You teased, looking at the interviewer and back at Hyunjin beside you. “Do you want to tell it? Or should I?” He blushed at your comment, ultimately gesturing for you to tell the story.

You mentally prepared to recite the story you rehearsed over and over again for the last month. 

“I was in line to get an iced coffee at this new shop near my workplace. My headphones were on; I wasn’t really paying any attention to my surroundings. They have all these cute signature drinks, and I had my mind set on ordering the s’mores iced coffee that I didn’t even check my other options.” You paused to look at Hyunjin, who gave you a reassuring smile. “So, the menu is displayed on a screen above the register, and I had gotten to a point in line where I couldn’t see it well —I’m nearsighted. And I just step back to get a better look at it…”

“And she bumps into me.” He chuckled.

“I bump into him hard!” You laugh between exaggerated gestures. The interviewer laughs with you; you continue the story before she could comment on it. “I’m apologizing profusely. My face is so red, and I have tears in my eyes out of embarrassment.” 

“I didn’t even know how to react. It wasn’t a big deal to me or anything!” Hyunjin added, “I offered to pay for her coffee. She denied. But then, all the tables were busy, so we shared one.” 

“And I couldn’t believe that I was hearing correctly when he asked me for my number!” You confessed. 

“I mean, I think we had a pretty interesting conversation about Claude Monet’s Garden.” Hyunjin commented. “I would’ve spent the evening talking to you if I didn’t have a recording session.”

“Cute and artsy? You two really are a perfect match!” The interviewer said enthusiastically. You fake chuckled through it all. 

“I don’t know about being perfect, but it’s been a wonderful ride.” You said, sticking to the script you had been fed. 

“Did you know who Hyunjin was when you bumped into him?”

“I recognized him right after apologizing. I think it’s impossible to not know him in this day and age.” You remarked. 

“Did you give him special treatment afterwards?” She intruded. You shook your head, annoyed. 

“I don’t really believe in treating people differently just because they’re famous.” You replied. “The connection we developed was real; independent to Hyunjin being an idol.”

“Actually, I was the one to initiate the conversation.” Hyunjin pointed out. “She had a Monet pin on her purse, and I wanted to impress her.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I, shamefully, wanted to know if she actually liked him. I had some books about him that she could enjoy, if she did.”

“And she did, right?” She asked, you two nodded in unison. “How sweet! But, dating an idol must be hard, right?” She directed the question to you. “How have STAY reacted to your relationship?”

“I think they were mostly shocked at first.” Hyunjin answered. “I have always been private about my personal life. I’m sure they weren’t expecting to see me on a date.”

“I’ve had a lot of support too.” You added. “STAY have seen me at concerts, and they even give me freebies. It’s really sweet.”

“You must be special to have received so much support from such loyal fans!”

You chuckled nervously, not expecting that comment. Your eyes met Hyunjin’s once more.

“I believe that STAY generally likes Y/N because she’s genuine. They can tell that she cares about me.” Hyunjin added. “She’s supported me through many hardships in the time we’ve known each other.”

You blushed at that comment. 

“Adorable! We have time for one more question!” The interviewer clapped her hands together. “We asked on social media and your fans want Y/N to send them a message!”

Your hands instantly started sweating and your heartbeat increased. You had planned most of this interview out, and you had a script for almost every scenario —except this one. Hyunjin lightly squeezed your hand. You took a deep breath.

“Hi STAY! I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Thank you for all the love you’ve sent me. Thank you for the support I’ve had. I promise to take care of Hyunjin like you do. Thank you for your trust. And, even if you’re still not sure about me… I want you to please keep supporting Hyunjin. He’s, our foundation. I wish you the best.” You said, in a whim, not knowing whether if it would be appraised or detested by the higher-ups or by the fans.

“Isn’t Y/N lovely? Thank you both for your time on this show!” The interviewer exclaimed. “I wish you a healthy relationship!” She shook your and Hyunjin’s hands. “A round of applause for the beautiful couple.” 

You walked hand in hand to the backstage area, where you were met with Hyunjin’s representative team. 

“So, how did we do?” Hyunjin asked them, sliding his hand out of yours. 

“I think it looked natural enough.” 

You high-fived Hyunjin, who happily hugged you in return.

Things hadn’t exactly happened that way— not really. It hadn’t been “love” at first conversation, it hadn’t been love at all… at first. You had met Hyunjin at the coffee shop, you did have a nice conversation, and he did leave with your number. But neither of you intended for it to be romantic. You gave him your number so he could send some art book recommendations that he talked about. Instead, you received an urgent call from his manager. Some sasaeng had taken pictures of you two at the coffee shop looking suspiciously happy. They had sent the pictures to Hyunjin’s company, and this had been the plan.

Hyunjin didn’t have a squeaky-clean reputation when it came to dating scandals —having made the front cover various times before, with different people. Management decided that a stable, loving relationship would help redeem his womanizer reputation. You were offered a contract, and you had denied it. You hated the idea of dating for the public —of a fake relationship. 

It wasn't until Hyunjin came to your house with a sniffling nose and tears in his eyes that you understood the severity of the situation. He didn’t pressure you to take the job.  You didn’t know him well, but he had been nothing but nice and respectful to you and you didn’t really comprehend his reputation, but you didn’t ask either. You chose to help him… as a friend. The next day, the contract was signed, and an official message was sent out, a message that confirmed the relationship. 

You spent the next few months getting media trained by the company’s best personnel. You had been officially introduced to the world as Hwang Hyunjin’s own lovergirl. And everything was right in the world again — sensible artist Hwang Hyunjin couldn’t be a womanizer, of course not. And you still couldn’t understand why he had that reputation. Hyunjin had always been mindful of you and your feelings. 

You coped by thinking of this as an acting job and favor to your friend. It helped that the pay was increasingly better than that of the job that you had a degree for. It also helped that you had quit said job and dedicated your free time to painting and studying art composition. Your one true passion. Spending time with Hyunjin was enjoyable too, you had a few public dates a month and you could talk about art and movies and books. The contract was valid for six months with an opportunity of extension if you wanted. And Hyunjin made sure to always ask if you wanted to end the agreement early. But you didn’t mind… as long as you didn’t look up your name on social media. 

You, thankfully, hadn’t had any altercations with fans but you had seen the comments they made about you, the death threats, the amount of people that unfollowed Hyunjin after the announcement. It was overwhelming. Therefore, a social media cleanse was in order for you and Hyunjin. 

“Y/N-nnie.” Hyunjin’s sultry voice snapped you back into reality. He held out his hand for you to take it. “The guys are having dinner at Chan’s. Do you want to come?”  You nodded, taking his hand in yours as you walked out of the studio and into the luxury SUV that drove you around. 

“Chan’s making pork belly.” Hyunjin softly spoke up. “I asked Minho to make tofu for you… I know that you don’t love pork belly.” He gave you a shy smile. 

“Thanks, Hyune. I didn’t even remember that I told you I didn’t like pork belly.”

“You did. At the BBQ place last month.” He pointed out. “I pay attention, you know.” You blushed. 

Hyunjin was undeniably cute… lovely… endearing. Sometimes you felt that the line that separated your “relationship” from your friendship was blurring. Nothing that indicated a shift had happened, still you did feel like an established couple. A couple that was so comfortable with each other that you could just enjoy each other’s company without expectations. 

Sometimes you forgot to let your hand slip from his grasp and other times his hugs lasted a little longer than you expected them to. He would spend his free time at your house. And, if he wasn’t with you physically, he would call or text you the entire day. You didn’t want to be that person. The person that develops a crush on their best friend and ruins the friendship. Especially when it came to Hyunjin, someone who understood you— without judgment or apprehension. He liked you for you, not for your accolades or your status. He enjoyed talking about your favorite painters and what food you disliked and how you think that capitalism sucks. And you liked him, because he was passionate and smart and funny and undeniably gorgeous. You liked that he was interested in things other than money and luxury —a misconception you had about celebrities. 

And you hated that you felt goosebumps every time his touch lingered on you. And that your palms got sweatier when he held them. And, that your heart skipped a beat every time he praised you in interviews and to his friends. You still weren’t sure if that was part of your gimmick. But his voice (and your delusions) made him sound so… genuine. 

You arrived at Chan’s place in a blur of time. Hyunjin’s members were sitting around the table, stuffing their faces with the home cooked meal. You were met with wide eyed stares, like an unexpected visitor from everyone aside from Chan and Minho. 

“Hi noona.” You heard a chorus of greetings coming from Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin. Meanwhile, Changbin stood up and hugged you for a good minute. You had seen most of Changbin, with him being Hyunjin’s roommate and all. He was always nice to you; he made you feel comfortable even when you felt slightly intimidated. Especially when it came to Minho and some younger members. 

“Hi noona.” Minho mocked his younger members. “C’mon. Eat your food, it’ll get cold, and I made it just for you.”

“Oh! Hi, Y/N. Sit here.” Chan said, getting up from his chair to retrieve another one for himself. 

You sat down next to Minho, who served your food and placed it in front of you. You quietly thanked him and Chan. 

“I know that we said that we wouldn’t check things on social media about your fake relationship thing, but I caved.” Jeongin confessed. You widened your eyes, scared about how the engagement would be. Hyunjin sat next to you, shifting Chan’s plate next to Changbin’s. “People ate it up.”

You sighed in relief. 

“I checked too.” Felix confessed as well. “You did well, noona. If I didn’t know, I’d think you liked hyung for real.” You furiously blushed at his comment. Seungmin snickered, making you roll your eyes. 

“Yeah, Y/N. You were really convincing. It made me jealous. I’d love a fake girlfriend like you.” Minho teased Hyunjin, as he always did.

“Too bad, hyung. We have a real friendship aside from just fake dating. You do know that, right?” Hyunjin snapped. Minho snickered once more and held his arms up in defeat. You knew that he did it to get a reaction out of Hyunjin. Hyunjin rolled his eyes and started eating his meal. 

You listened to the conversations they were having and summarized them to: Minho teasing Hyunjin, Jisung struggling to write a song for Changbin and Jeongin, Changbin talked about bulking and his new routine, Chan hadn’t slept in days, Jeongin had a newfound sweet tooth for slushies, Seungmin visited family and argued with them, and Felix wasn’t sure if he had a new brand deal. Hyunjin, on the other hand, remained mostly silent through the meal, he commented occasionally and glanced at you. 

You spoke about the interview in detail —how you felt with the unexpected questions and how you managed to work your way around them. Jisung complimented your acting, to which you chuckled and gave your own props to Hyunjin’s support. 

“Hyunjin tends to be more reserved in interviews. I was surprised; he did really well.” Changbin commented. “You should come to all of our interviews as a good luck charm.”

“Well, while we’re on topic! I actually gathered you here to celebrate how well things are going.” Chan said, taking out four bottles of bokbunja-ju. “PD-nim sent this over, he wanted to congratulate you for working diligently on this. Not to diminish your part, Hyunjin, but Y/N has been a positive influence in your, uh, public reception. Even if stays don’t looooove her just yet.” He paused. “Not that they hate you or anything, you know. Agh. We’re just happy to see that people now see Hyunjin for a good guy, just like he is. You know? Ugh. Whatever, let’s drink.” 

You chuckled at Chan being flustered, yet you felt honored to have a positive impact on Hyunjin’s reputation —whatever that meant. Chan handed you a glass of bokbunja-ju, which you took to one of the sofas in the living room. Minho’s cat-like stare followed you, deciding to sit down on the other side of the couch. 

“He likes you too.” Minho spoke up, suddenly. 

“JYP?”

Minho snickered.

“You know who I mean. Hyunjin. You’re good for him. I don’t know if he’ll ever have the guts to confess. So, I’m doing it for him. If you like him back, you should say something.”

“Minho, be serious.” You looked over at him, directly at his glossy, angel-like eyes. 

“I am. I promise. You’re cute and all but not my type. I’ve been trying to get him jealous enough.” 

“I think you’re known to be a liar.” You tested the waters. 

“I could never lie about this. I’m not so malicious.” He said and scooted closer to you, leaning down to your ear. “If you look in his direction, he’s clenching his glass hard. He can’t stand seeing this.” And you did. And Minho was right. Hyunjin’s eyes bore into you and Minho sitting in the sofa. “He’ll find an excuse to come over.” And he was right again. As soon as Minho returned to his previous spot, Hyunjin walked over to where you sat.

“Y/N-nnie, I’m tired. Is it okay if we leave early?” Hyunjin asked with his back to Minho and a shy smile appearing on his face.

“Oh, sure. I’m a bit tired myself.” You agreed, noticing that Minho was standing up and shooting you a thumbs up.

A few hugs and kisses on the cheek by a very tipsy Felix later, you and Hyunjin were able to slip away from Chan’s apartment. Hyunjin, luckily, lived in the same building as the rest of his bandmates, you took the elevator to his floor to fetch his car keys. You didn’t even dare to enter the apartment, not after what Minho said. The conversation replayed in your head as you waited for Hyunjin to return. You weren’t particularly tired, you were curious— curious to know whether or not Minho’s words carried any truth to them.

“Okay. Let’s go!” Hyunjin announced as he walked out of his front door.

“If you’re too tired, I could take a taxi or something. Don’t overwork yourself.”

“Nonsense. I’d prefer to deliver you safely to yours.” 

Hyunjin spoke about the interview on the way to your house. He praised you for handling the hard parts of the commentary, especially with this being your first formal interview. You blushed at his words. You never liked driving around at night, it used to make you feel paranoid. Yet being with Hyunjin made you feel safe, like things would be okay. That was one of the reasons why you decided to help him out.

Before you knew it, the car halted its movements, and you were parked in front of the dim streetlight that led to your house. You didn’t want to leave and Hyunjin kept talking, which hinted that he didn’t want to leave either.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” Hyunjin said with a soft smile on his face.

“You all say that your rep needed work… I never asked, but I’ve always been curious about it.”

“Ah.” Hyunjin sighed deeply. “It’s not as serious as the media makes it out to be… I had a phase where I partied constantly. People took pictures of me dancing with different people. I didn’t do anything with them! I swear! Media outlets made me seem like a playboy… But I swear nothing happened with anyone or anything. I’m not for that casual hookup lifestyle...You know? JYP did what he could to diffuse the drama…”

“It’s okay if you were hooking up with them; you don’t have to over-explain.” You chuckled lightly. “Thanks for opening up. I’m sorry that it happened.”

“Oh… I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I’m kind of a loser; I haven’t gone on a real date since debut actually…”

“Hyune…” You interrupted, testing the waters. He looked at you with parted lips and shimmering eyes; he glanced back at his hands on the steering wheel almost instantly. “I should probably go. You said you were tired.”

“Wait!” He looked back at you. “I-I…you and Minho hyung…ugh… do you think he wants to ask you out?”

“I wanted to talk about Minho too.” You responded vaguely, to observe his reaction. He sighed and looked back at the steering wheel. 

“If he asked you out, you could go out with him… I know you’d want my approval because we’re friends. But… I think you’d be a nice, odd couple. You’d have to talk to PD-nim because what if people find….” 

“Minho did not ask me out.” You clarified. “It’s not about that at all.” Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “He said something…” He was looking directly into your eyes. You forgot what you were saying. “I want to kiss you so bad.” 

“W-what?” 

“Please tell me that I didn’t just say that out loud.”

“I think you did… or maybe you were mind-reading.” Hyunjin sighed.

“Mind reading?”

“I really want to kiss you.” He affirmed, there was a pause of disbelief. “Can I kiss you?” 

You found yourself nodding before you could consider the repercussions, the contract breach and everything else that could be affected by that kiss. You wouldn’t let yourself care, either way. 

Hyunjin’s hands found their way to each side of your face as he leaned in, caressing the left side with his thumb. His lips found yours gently, they were plump and soft like a nice and cold pudding. Your neediness took over you and you found yourself deepening the kiss into a tangled mess of tongue and saliva. Your heart wanted to beat out of your chest; not even having time to process what was happening, you were driven by emotional drive instead of logic as you usually were. Your hands found their way around his neck, lightly pulling at the ends of his short hair, which made Hyunjin moan into the kiss. 

You took the opportunity to break the kiss.

“Do you… maybe… want to come in?” You asked, taking in the beautiful sight in front of you. You had messed up Hyunjin’s hair, his lips were parted, stained with the remnants of your lipstick, eyes dreamy with passion.

“Yeah.” He replied, his voice was breathy and deep, which admittedly made you feel weak in the knees. You had always enjoyed listening to Hyunjin’s voice, its tone was always a little playful and a little seductive to you. 

The short walk to your house was filled with anticipation—with tension. Still, it gave you time to reason; something you didn’t want to count on. Especially not when you finally tasted Hyunjin’s lips and they were everything you wanted in a nutshell. Your logical self wanted it to feel unreactive or indifferent. And you were so wrong for wanting that. You craved to have order and control over your life in minor or mayor ways. Hyunjin’s presence in your life felt freeing, uncertainty had always intimidated you. Even if anxious thoughts plagued your mind on the way to the house; once you entered it and Hyunjin kissed you with your back against the wall and you threw care into the wind. 

Hyunjin’s lips were on yours in another desperate kiss, one filled with more passion and desire. His arms roamed from your face to your waist to your hips to your ass and everywhere in between. That, in itself, made heat pool between your legs, knees slightly bucking from your arousal. Your fingers fiddled with his shirt’s buttons. Your hands then roamed through his toned chest, helping him take off his shirt, enticing him to keep walking towards your bedroom. You felt him grow harder against your thigh with each kiss. 

You slowly removed layer and layer of your clothing, leaving a trail on the floor. Once you entered the bedroom, you were left in just your underwear —your mismatched, not at all cute underwear. You blushed at the thought of being in front of him in your granny panties. But he looked at you with hazy eyes and a smirk plastered on his lips, using one hand to unhook your bra and the other was hooked on the waistband of your underwear, leaving you naked in front of him.

Slowly, Hyunjin lowered his face to your neck, mouthing hotly against it. Hyunjin’s lips trailed from your neck to your collarbones, then, they trailed down to your bare breasts. He looked up and into your eyes before taking one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth. You felt his tongue swirling against it, and it made you throw your head back. He was gentle at first, but then he sucked harshly. Hyunjin moaned at one point, making you moan as well before taking your neglected nipple into his mouth. Once he was satisfied, he kept trailing kisses downwards —on your waist, the softness of your belly, your hips, and then, down where you needed him the most.

Hyunjin lowered himself to his knees, taking in your fucked out expression before burying his head into your cunt. You were wet, embarrassingly so, and Hyunjin took no time in lapping up your folds. He instantly moaned at the taste of your arousal. The sweet, tangy flavor was new to him — his new favorite meal, snack and dessert. That same taste would be his craving for the rest of his life. Hyunjin sucked harshly at your clit, making you moan both in pleasure and in pain. His teeth lightly nibbled at it after listening to your glorious moans. Hyunjin’s erection was throbbing, painful in the confines of his pants; his hands struggled to open the button. You didn’t even notice… not when the absolute pleasure was taking over every available sense of yours. Once he managed to open the button, one of his hands flew straight to palm his sensitive cock, while the other squeezed your ass. 

Then, you felt it; your upcoming orgasm was approaching at a faster pace than it ever had. You were surprised at that, having had struggles to cum in the past —both by yourself and with other partners. You tried to hold back but the heat of the moment made your orgasm take over. You felt your body spasm, involuntarily grinding against Hyunjin’s face as you rode out your climax. You tried to move back.

“Baby… baby, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Hyunjin groaned. “I’m going to cum in my pants. I swear, I am. Let me stay here forever, my muse.” He kept kissing and sucking at your overly keen clit.

“Hyune… I want you inside… of me.” You moaned… it was more of a plead. Hyunjin looked up at you, you flicked your nipples with your hands. 

“F-fuck. I’ll cum before I even thrust.” He groaned, palming his impressively hard cock. Just the look of it, heavy between his legs, dripping with precum made your arousal pool between your legs.  “I don’t even have condoms.”

“That’s okay. I want you to feel good too.” You negotiated. “You can fuck me raw. You want to, right?”

“F-fuck fuck. I do; I really do. Of course I do.” He said, before signaling you to lay on your bed, which you obliged. Hyunjin removed his pants and underwear as quick as he could. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight before you.

Hyunjin was lean yet muscular and toned, his body looked sculpted… unreal to be perceived in real time. A patch of dark hair trailed down his toned stomach until it met his cock, which hung heavy and sensitive in between his legs. You wanted nothing more than to take him into your mouth; but you knew that he wanted to be inside you, just like you wanted him. He pumped his shaft a few times before finding his place in between your legs. His toned things rubbed the back of yours as he teased your folds with his thick cockhead, making both of you moan at the delicious friction. 

Hyunjin teased your folds, making his cockhead bump into your clit a few times before catching on your pussy. The feeling of his leaking cock prodding your entrance made him moan. Your tight, wet cunt welcomed him with a mix of painful pleasure. You gasped at the feeling of him inside of you —a feeling you didn’t expect to experience this quickly; a feeling you’d be addicted to soon enough. You could tell he was a dancer, his thrusts felt so experienced…swift and precise. He thrusted in and out of you, the thickness of his cock made you gasp. Hyunjin remained thrusting with an inconsistent pace, desperate and hungry, until his eager moves halted. 

“Is everything okay?” You asked after a second, looking at his closed eyes.

“Y-yeah… I just… I’m going to cum so quick….” He said in between pants. “I should stop.”

“You can cum, baby… It’s okay.” You moaned. 

Hyunjin’s orgasm did not take him by surprise, despite his attempts to hold it off. He spasmed at the sound of your words, hips pressing against yours harshly. The feeling of his ardent, thick, creamy cum inside of you almost made you cum on the spot; you were sure that if he hadn’t made you cum earlier, you would’ve. Hyunjin released a more-than-generous amount of cum inside of you —you could barely believe it when he kept spasming. He remained inside of you for a good few minutes, sucking on your sensitive nipple, but his cock was still hard. 

He unlatched from your nipple with a confused expression in his face.

“Huh… it won’t go down?” He asked rhetorically, thrusting once and twice again inside of your overstimulated cunt. 

“I think it’s gotten harder, actually.”

“Right?”

“Round two?” You asked, in absolute delight of feeling his heavy cock still hard inside of you.

“C-can you ride me?” He asked, his face turning crimson. You nodded.

He slipped out of you and so did most of his cum, leaking into your pristine bedsheets. You straddled him, hovering over his leaking cock. His hands found your hips as you lowered yourself down onto him. The size of his cock made it painful for your sensitive cunt to fit. Hyunjin impatiently started thrusting up when you still hadn’t moved, adjusting to his size again.

“Sorry, angel. I need to feel you. I-I can’t.”

You ground your hips against his, making him stop thrusting altogether and throw his head back with a moan. You set a quick pace, desperate for your second release (and thoroughly enjoying Hyunjin’s needy expressions). His fingers dug into the plush of your hips with every bounce on his cock.

“B-baby, use me please. Please. Make yourself cum.” Hyunjin moaned at the quickened pace.

“I want you to cum too.”

“Trust me, angel. When you cum around me, I’ll instantly come. I swear.” He cried, actual tears forming on his glossy eyes… tears of pleasure and desperation.

You kept your quick pace, grinding your hips superficially harder in order to find the friction you were looking for. You felt him everywhere, anywhere his cock couldn’t fill was already overflowing with his cum. Hyunjin’s moans became louder with each grind. Your heightened sensitivity and Hyunjin’s desperation sent you over the edge. You moaned as you came, clenching your overly reactive cunt around his cock. As promised, Hyunjin came right after you did… his big, warm hands gripping your breasts as he shot his load inside of you. He came a lot less the second time around… but that didn’t mean it wasn’t impactful. You craved to feel the warmth of his cum inside of you again. 

Hyunjin’s arms wrapped around your waist, dragging your body down to his chest. Chest to chest, forehead to forehead, Hyunjin softly kissed your lips. His eyes were still glossy and dazed from his orgasm. He kissed you again and again and again, snuggling his face against your neck.

“I didn’t mean for it to go this way…” Hyunjin remarked, as he cleaned your cunt with a towel. “I wanted to have a proper first date…”

“It’s okay, Hyune. We’ve been on plenty of dates before…”

“Huh, I guess we have.” He said, scratching his head. “I want to take you on a real date, though… if you want, of course.”

“I’d love to.” Hyunjin kissed you again.

“Can I tell the boys? That I kissed you, not about the other things…” He blushed, laying his head on your bare chest. You chuckled.

“Go ahead.” You watched as Hyunjin’s long fingers typed a message, instantly receiving reply to notifications. Hyunjin grinned proudly. “Good reception?”

“I’m just glad we don’t have to lie anymore.” He replied. “Not that I was ever lying about my feelings for you.”

“Remind me to send Minho a gift basket for the kittos. And some pork belly.”

“What? Why?’’

“I’ll tell you later.” You said, kissing his forehead. 

Hyunjin groaned and rolled his eyes at you but cuddled closer to your embrace. 

Life is so good

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[ikeu05]

he’s on my court (unfortunately)

seventeen ⟢ 32am — wc: 1.3k

if anyone asked jake sim what his greatest strength was as the captain of decelis university’s football team, he would say: “vision.” a leader. a motivator. a field general with great hair.

if anyone asked today, however, he would say:

“my ankle. i’ve lost her. she’s gone. she’s probably up there in heaven with my hopes and dreams.”

because jake sim had just been injured. on home turf. in front of a crowd. 

and more importantly—without yn there to witness it.

the play had been clean. a cross from riki, a slip on the muddy patch of turf near the edge of the goal box, and a slightly overdramatic tumble that might have involved jake yelling “i regret nothing” mid-air. his teammates, used to his dramatics, gave it approximately 5.3 seconds before groaning and gathering around him with resigned concern.

jay crouched down beside him. “are you dying, or just being dramatic?”

jake stared up at the sky, clutching his ankle. “i think this is how it ends.”

riki leaned over his shoulder. “you rolled it. you’re literally fine. i’ve seen you sprain worse trying to jump over dani’s potted plants.”

heeseung, wearing a hoodie that said ‘ex-athlete but still hotter than u’, dramatically pushed through the team like a professional medic.

“OUT OF THE WAY—THAT'S MY CHILD” he cried, kneeling beside jake and cradling his head like it was in a periodic movie. “TAKE ME INSTEADDDD!!!”

yunjin followed behind, sipping bubble tea. “it’s a mild sprain, drama king. he just wants attention.”

jake groaned louder, like he was on the verge of actual death.

“no one even told yn,” he mumbled tragically.

jay blinked. “she’s literally in a volleyball match on the other side of campus.”

jake turned his head, eyes wide and full of fake betrayal. “and yet… she doesn’t feel this. doesn't sense this? the pain of her mortal enemy falling from grace?”

heeseung whispered to yunjin, “he thinks this is their villain origin story.”

meanwhile, on the volleyball court, yn was in her zone—spiking balls with precision, shouting out plays with jungwon, and definitely not thinking about her rival. well, maybe a little.

but her phone was in her bag. she had no idea that, across campus, jake sim was milking a sprain like he’d been shot in the leg.

back at the football field, jake sat on the bench, ankle wrapped by an actual medical intern (who looked visibly annoyed), while he scrolled through his phone dramatically.

“she hasn’t posted,” he muttered.

“bro, she’s literally mid-game,” jay reminded.

“she could’ve sent a psychic text,” jake replied.

heeseung patted his shoulder. “sometimes love is silent, like your chances.”

jake glared at him. “she’ll care. when she finds out, she’ll care.”

yunjin smirked. “you mean when you accidentally text her, ‘hey just so you know i almost died during my match. no big deal. just ankle stuff lol’?”

jake already had the draft saved. “whattt no…” he backspaced it immediately.

back on the volleyball court, dani, sunghoon, and intak were screaming themselves hoarse from the stands.

“that’s my best friend,” dani yelled, as yn served an ace, high fiving and then chest bumping a dimpled jungwon covered in sweat.

“marry her,” intak said dreamily.

sunghoon blinked. “wait, what?”

“no, not you,” intak clarified, face disgusted. “just like… someone. eventually. not jake though. but maybe jake.”

at that exact moment, sunghoon received a text from jay.

yo jake just rolled his ankle LMAO we're in the infirmary

sunghoon stifled a laugh, telling the two of them. “jake got hurt lol”

“isn’t he the captain wowwww,” dani rolled her eyes.

intak held up his phone with jake’s recent tweet. “he just tweeted ‘fallen soldier’ with a picture of his temporary cast. heeseung replied saying yn was mentioned 5 times.”

sunghoon snorted. “yn doesn’t even know about this. poor him.”

“not a clue,” dani grinned. “she’s in beast mode.”

yn had just absolutely destroyed the other team in volleyball. #15 was glowing. winded, sure, but victorious. she did her classic jump-serve, two fakeouts, and the overhead spike she knew jake would’ve called “unnecessarily aggressive” if he’d seen it. but he wasn’t there. because he didn’t care. obviously.

“good game!” sunghoon clapped her on the shoulder as they walked off the court.

dani and intak were already off on the sidelines, guzzling water like dehydrated flamingos, as if they spent the past hour fighting over a ball.

jungwon just watched in amusement, still catching his breath. “mind if i get some?”

dani just nodded, her cheeks puffed up with water as she handed him the 2L bottle in her hands.

yn checked her phone as she wiped at her forehead.

jungwon wiped the sweat off his forehead as sunghoon explained that he was going to meet jake, just to check on him.

“bet he’s groaning in fake pain every two seconds” jungwon mumbled, eyes rolling.

“bet he tripped over his own laces” intak snorted next, jungwon responding with a chuckle and high five.

yn only groaned, grabbing her volleyball kit. “ do we really need to go see him? i mean we just won a match. must i really need to forfeit my glory by seeing him.”

sunghoon shrugged. “i mean i’m gonna go either way, y’all don’t have to come.” 

“oh no we’re coming! come on yn, let’s go make fun of the way he whines about having to move his leg.” dani grinned, swinging an arm around yn’s shoulders.

as they walked there, her phone buzzed with a text from a certain menace dni and her lips twitched upwards, against her will.

they found him in the infirmary, half-covered in a blanket, arms folded across his chest like an angry victorian orphan. his ankle was bandaged, his hair slightly messier than usual, and he was holding a bag of sour gummies that yunjin had definitely bribed the nurse for.

the moment he spotted them, jake sat up straighter. “oh, wow. now y’all care.”

“you’re alive,” dani announced, walking in like a judge. “unfortunately.”

jake dramatically turned away. “i could’ve died, you know.”

“you tripped over your laces,” heeseung said from the chair, bored.

“called it!!!” intak grinned, raising his hand like he was asked about something worthy of pride.

“hi,” yn said quietly, suddenly very aware of how close everyone else was to the door and how she was the one standing nearest to his bed.

jake blinked. “you came.”

“it’s not like i wanted to. i was just… bored.”

“oh sure. just a casual visit to the hospital wing. totally bored behavior.”

she narrowed her eyes. “still got your sass, i see.”

“still got your death glare, i see.”

there was a pause.

then: “you okay?” she asked, soft but genuine.

he tilted his head. “yeah. it’s not that bad. just a sprain.”

she nodded. but something in her eyes—tight in the corners, flickering with something she wouldn’t name—made him sit up straighter.

“you looked good on court,” he added casually.

her eyebrows lifted. “you didn’t see me.”

“jay showed me the stream. you did the aggressive spike thing.”

a pause. “it was for you.”

they both blinked.

“what?”

“what? i mean—it was at you. in spirit. because you’re annoying.”

jake smiled, that stupid crooked one that always hit her like a dodgeball to the chest. “thanks, i feel so special.”

“good.”

silence.

jake glanced at her again. “you really came, huh?”

she sighed. “don’t make it weird.”

too late. it already kind of was. but weird in the way that made her chest warm and his ankle hurt slightly less.

he smiled, winced, then smiled again. “you know, if i milk this right, i could probably get out of practice for a week.”

“only if you shut up about it,” she said.

“i make no promises.”

she rolled her eyes. “rest up, court pest.”

as she turned to leave, he called after her.

“#15!”

she stopped in the doorway.

he grinned. “i’m still your favorite #05, right?”

she didn’t say anything but she smiled as she walked out.

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[popp1n]

General Notes, Ideas, & Potential Scenes for Ghosting the Government

• Danny's Midwestern accent thickens when he's nervous or excited (as a human.) In ghost form the same happens with ghost speak.

• Dog audio buttons or a soundboard for lbm dani

• Jason and Danny meeting over text due to Tucker getting his code crossed (he's trying to piggyback off of a secure line. It's the batcomputer/oracles system.)

• Dan living a corpse au with his clone body. He has a pacemaker-type device regulating his nervous system visible on his person, it's integrated into his fake background. He doesn't go ghost often, being in Wisconsin and not wanting to fade out of the timeline, but it's useful for when he forgets he's not a ghost and does need to do things like breath.*

• He and Dani are vlad's heirs to Dalv.co. Dan and Dani have rocky relationships with each other, but ultimately care for each other like a sibling. Danny views the both of them like cousins. (Dani is that annoying younger cousin at family gatherings y'all). Dan and Dani also have rocky relationship with Vlad, but it's improved now that Vlad is making an effort to be an actual father rather than pursuing Maddie. (Clockwork scared him.)

• Vlad still makes comments about Maddie just to piss off Danny. It amuses him. Vlad will always be a bit in love with her.

* - when he goes ghost in public, to outsiders it looks like he passes out. If he's able to, Dan will plonk himself down somewhere inconspicuous like a bench, but sometimes he forgets that his human half separates, so he'll just quickly drag his body to a corner. Unfortunately, he's had enough incidents of funny sleeping spots and positions that it gets small time news coverage. (Checkpoint - "Danny's" face in a news source outside of Amity connecting him to Vlad.)

• Oracle notices them (Team Phantom) first. Duke first clocks them as out of towners as signal and gives some advice. Jason meets jazz at a bookstore (she was buying college materials). Damian first meets them (after a series of events and interactions he hears about in the batfam groupchat. He was so jealous for a while.) when they are taking lbm dani for a stroll.

"Why is this small creature in such a state? Why don't you have them properly leashed) ect. Ect."

"She's a rescue." (Danny panicked. It isnt a lie. They did rescue her.)

Damian is obsessed with this intelligent little mysterious creature (he is not a stranger to mythological/supernatural creatures. Goliath anyone? That dragon he has???).

Dani is obsessed back because this kid has a sword, smells yummy (junk food ectoplasm), and is respectful of her personhood while in this tiny, mentally and physically impaired form.

Masterpost

[lsunstreakerl]

I've got some more thoughts about this one that may or may not get posted, and it's a bit sporadic and all over the place, but here's 1.2k of. I'm not actually sure how to describe them.

if you actually work or volunteer on any of the following: alpine rescue, SAR teams, cave diving rescue, firefighter, helicopter pilot, or mountaineering and/or rescue work in general, (thank you for everything you do) I'm going to need you to look the other way on the numerous and egregious inaccuracies in this work and any others following it <3

no warnings here, relationships are confusing even to me as the author, and they're v fluid, so. more than one thing going on here. max POV.

Max is a light sleeper— it's a perk of the job. Unfortunately, it also means he wakes up at the press of lips to his forehead and warm fingers resting against his jaw, blinking a few times in the dark.

He makes a soft noise, tilting his head up to catch Nico's gaze. He can see the watch on the other man's wrist, illuminated faintly in the dark— it's early, only three. Nico brushes his thumb across his cheek, eyes gentle.

"My team has a call."

Max makes another noise, still sleepy, and rolls his face back into the pillow. There's a volunteer group staying in the bunkhouse this month, so they've all had to double up, and being team leads comes with the perk of getting a private room, but it still only has one bed.

He wrinkles his nose, brain booting up unwillingly. Three in the morning is a fine line between being the night crew or not— but it's Sebastian who's calling the shots this rotation, and Max trusts him.

He slides a hand out from the warmth of the covers, finding Nico's fingers and squeezing them.

"Be safe. Do not be stupid."

Nico laughs, and then his fingers are ruffling through Max's hair before he tugs the duvet and blankets back up across Max's shoulders.

He can hear the sound of Nico pulling on his base layers in the dark, and then the creak of the door. Just like that, he's gone. Max rolls back into the middle of the bed, taking a deep inhale and trying to settle back down. It smells like both of their shampoo and Nico's aftershave.

It's not a terrible smell.

------

Max is toweling off his hair from the shower when Lewis calls him. It's an annoying new development, ever since the other man learned that while Nico might not always pick up, Max does.

"Verstappen speaking."

"Hey man, sorry to interrupt. Nico isn't taking my calls at the moment, you know anything about that?"

Max is glad it's just a phone call, because the face he makes speaks louder than any words could.

"He is obviously on the mountain, Hamilton."

"Oh, I didn't— huh. We didn't get any call down here?"

To his credit, Lewis sounds genuinely confused. It's fair, since he'd come from a SAR unit in America where the ground teams and the mountain teams tend to work together, but he's been around here long enough to know better. He's just trying to get information out of Max.

"They are using the heli to get out, if the weather is willing."

Lewis is quiet for a moment over the line.

"And if it's not?"

Max shrugs before remembering Lewis can't see him.

"Then it will be a shitshow, of course."

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He keeps himself busy during the day. Gym, pool, observing the rappelling class the volunteers are working through. Three hour power nap.

How Nico's team does is none of his business. They're experienced, and if he spent every day worrying about the other teams, he'd never have a moments worth of rest.

He lights a candle for them in the chapel anyway.

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He's playing FIFA when the overhead announces a helipad landing. It's starting to get late, and he's deeply relieved that Nico's team had gotten back before the sun had truly dipped behind the mountains— they're not experts in the dark.

That's what Max's team is for.

He leaves the controller abandoned in the lounge as he makes his way upstairs, hands tucked deep into his pockets. The chill air from the open bay doors whips against his face as he steps inside— EMS is already getting ready to leave, rescued climbers triaged and loaded into the waiting ambulances.

Nico is still in all of his gear, neon green jacket with a reflective ROSBERG stamped across his back. There's snow built up on his coat, climbing harness stiff with ice. His boots are going to have to get hosed down in the mudroom— Max can't even see the original bright blue he knows they are.

Max steps forward to help undo the straps of his helmet, because Nico's fingers are stiff where they're tucked into a warm heat pack. All of his gear is freezing. He blinks at Max slowly, snow frozen across his lashes, and Max quirks his head to the side as he hooks Nico's helmet over his fingers, working next at freeing the beanie underneath.

He keeps his voice soft enough that the others won't overhear him.

"Will you be able to shower on your own?"

Nico simply blinks again, and Max rolls his eyes, starting next on the multitude of zippers that put together Nico's outer layers of jackets and snow pants.

"That is fine. I will go with you."

Part of being team lead means being strong— stronger than humanly possible. It means that when things feel impossible, their team needs to be able to look at them and trust.

Earning that trust was the easy part. The real difficult lies in maintaining that image, which often requires them to lean on each other, instead of their teams. Showing weakness is only human— but getting off the mountains is more often than not an experience that is, at its core, beyond human.

He sees Mick out of the corner of his eye checking in with Kimi, cracking a heat pack for the larger man. The rest of Nico's team is in good hands, which just leaves Nico.

"Come on then."

He tugs Nico carefully into a hallway, leading them into the mudroom as he helps strip a few more layers off, all branded with ROSBERG until he gets to the final few base layers. He'll save them for the shower.

Nico's clothes get hung out on a rack to thaw before they can be cleaned, and he's still staring blankly as Max pulls off his socks, helping him into his slides.

The mind consuming numbness of the cold... it's something they all understand well. He guides them down past the bunks and communal showers, nudging them back into the private bedroom they've been sharing. He catches a glimpse of Nico's base layers, the worn and faded HAMILTON-ROSBERG stretched thin across his shoulders.

Nico wakes up slightly while Max turns the shower on, letting warm water flow over his fingers as he checks the temperature. Not too hot, but warm enough to help him ease the chill. Nico's stripping completely down, albeit slowly.

Max takes the opportunity to slip into the closet and grab them both warm, dry clothes. He'll probably have to call Lewis later, as annoyed as he is at the thought. If the two of them could communicate like normal adults, his life would be easier.

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There's nothing sexual about showering with Nico. Mostly, Max is checking for hypothermia. He lets Nico stand under the bulk of the spray, carefully carding shampoo through his hair. The other man is starting to drop, wobbling on his feet as he finally comes down from the high. They'd been out on the mountain for eighteen hours— it's no wonder Nico's out of steam.

Max barely gets him out of the shower and into dry clothes before he's dragging them both into the bed. He clings around Max sleepily, fingers slipping under his shirt, nose tucked into his neck. Max lets him.

[theanarchistcollective]

I spent a lot of my childhood in front of the TV. My family didn't want to spend time with me unless it was on their terms. They all thought I existed for them and not as my own person. They would make fun of my interests and complain if I talked too much. Generally they thought I was annoying. My older sibling thought that I also had to admit I was annoying back then. I was lonely. I used to spend a lot of time outside, but our trampoline broke, and my curfews got shorter. So I just stayed watching TV, playing video games, and being on screens. I only ever had one friend over because they also lived in the neighbourhood. My mother wouldn't allow any others over because she thought the house was too messy. I've never had a birthday party.

Most of those iPad babies you're seeing are probably sick of that fucking tablet too.

[birdiegray01]

God i could go on for hours on how not a single season is a melevn season. Like season one he’s using her the whole time to get to Will and cares about her as a substitute Will. Which sucks because girlie just escaped an abusive “home” life only to immediately be seen as a substitute for a different person. Not that i think it was malicious of Mike because he was 12 and stressed tf out for good reasons it’s just a shitty situation. And Wills just dying off screen.

Season 2 establishes Mike calling out to El for a year and then shows him abandoned his streak because Will needs him and the whole season is hyper focused on Byler. Season 2 is pretty famous for its Byler moments so I’m just not going to go in depth with it because meleven(how do you spell this fuck ass ship name😭) can’t even compete with their 4 scenes.

Season 3 is fun because it tricks you into thinking it’s a melven season BUT ITS NOT. This whole season is anti Milevn given that none of the big emotional moments that would be important to the plot are them. The relationship breaking down is shown in a positive light and as character development. Byler on the other hand have important emotional moments and their relationship breaking down is shown in a negative light. This season is fascinating to me especially how it’s our first look at mvln as a proper relationship and almost right off the bat it’s shown as something other characters are annoyed by or worried about. I also noticed that Mike could only say he trusted El after being prompted by max when they were in the cabin. Really reminds me of season 4 love confession being prompted by Will. 10/10 season.

Season 4 is fuzzy for me in general because it’s been a minute since i rewatched the whole season but I’m just going to say Byler has an entire season worth of emotional moments and talking about their feelings. Milkvan is having a season of fighting, lying, and oh look at that low key breaking up again. Byler comes out stronger, mlw comes out not talking.

This is not in depth and there are so many other people that have gone way more in depth with it, but this is my rambling opinion. I’m fucking exhausted so might delete later idk but here.

[kkochigomi]

skz reacting to a member walking in on you guys

hyung line + HH | maknae line

warnings/tags; dubcon, gn!reader, sub!reader dom!member, exhibitionism, voyeurism, ass eating, roughhousing, riding, sweaty!Jeongin, sweat licking, bad descriptions of a basketball game, poorly edited

It started with you being a backup dancer for one comeback, then goofing around with the members while rehearsing, to you hanging out with them regularly. There are a lot of people in and out of there, all of the friends they've garnered over the years. You're also friends with other idols, so it never occurred to you. You know, you with them.

For the guys, it was an unspoken rule to not fuck their best friends. At least, not in a heat of the moment kind of way. Just in general, not doing impulsive shit will fare better for anyone in the long run.

However, sometimes shit happens. That shit happens to be your most recent backup dancing gig. Let's go through what happens when a certain member caves first.

⦊ Han Jisung ⦉

You don’t really see Jisung as an option for sex or romance. Why? Well. He’s a dork. All he does is laugh loudly and fall out of chairs and look around like it was someone else’s fault. Maybe people would notice his dorito build if he wasn’t always breaking out into song maliciously. And so loud. 

being walked in on

So it’s safe to say what happened was heat of the moment. It was a whirlwind. All you remember is that Jisung got quieter in your vicinity. Jisung can’t focus anymore when you’re in the room. All he thinks about is your ass in those shorts and that move where you spread your legs. If you read the previous part with hyung line, I feel like we’re acquainted enough by now. Jisung wants to bury his face in your ass. He wants to worship it. He wants a lap dance. He wants you to sit on his face. Thoughts like this are all that plagues his mind when he sees you. He doesn’t even need the video when masturbating like Chan, he can cum on the thought alone.

Not only have you noticed his change in demeanor, you’ve caught him staring at your ass. That’s when the thoughts of you with him started in your mind. You didn’t think it was possible but the thought isn’t that bad. His dorito build is suddenly very apparent. So you sit on his bed, taking in how he’s looking at you for eyed, and you let yourself cave. You kiss him, pleased by how hungrily he’s kissing back. He breaks the kiss to whisper a breathy “I need to taste you”.

And that’s how Jisung’s dreams come true. You’re surprised by how good he is, making you wonder how often he’s done it. Doesn’t matter right now, not with how good it feels. You moan into his comforter uncontrollably, the sensation feeling unbearably good.

All it takes is two syllables for the ecstasy to be replaced by fear and embarrassment.

“Someone—"

Jisung pops his mouth off your ass and falls to the ground as you collapse to the bed and fumble to cover your lower half. 

“— finally ate your ass,” Minho says smugly. As you sit there, annoyed as all get out, Jisung is staring blankly at Minho, surprised at how he’s still hard despite his shock and embarrassment at Minho’s presence.

walking in

Jisung likes to be dominated. Doesn’t matter who it is or what they identify as, he wants to be submissive. So hearing your pitiful moans being shoved out of you on his way to get some fruit was less arousing. Plus, he couldn’t even believe what he was hearing, let alone seeing. Nothing like seeing bare asses when you’re not meant to.

“Oh— Hooooly shit!” his hands instinctively fly to his head, his poor phone falling to its demise in the process. Minho looks at him with a fierce fire raging in his eyes after he and you frantically pull your bottoms up.

“Why are you just standing there?!”

Jisung didn't know why. It didn’t occur to him to ask why he was having sex in the kitchen. He was too mortified.

⦊ Felix Lee ⦉

Felix was— in a way— the endearing version of Jisung. Everything you found (playfully) annoying about Jisung, you found cute and funny about Felix. When things were quiet, there was this docile nature to Felix. It made you want to cuddle with him. Platonically, right?

being walked in on (this is long, I’m ovulating and just watched an edit with him lol)

So you asked him and his eyes lit up without him even knowing. Again, he’s just so cute. You guys would cuddle up on the couch mostly, wrapped tightly in a blanket you shared. Oh but do nOT be mistaken. It’s not soft and romantic like watching movies with Hyunjin. Not when Felix is biting your shoulder or putting you in a headlock or smacking your ass. Felix LOVED to wrestle and roughhouse. He had this jokingly short temper. One joke at his expense and he was shaking you by the shoulders.

But all this wrestling had to culminate in something. That something being the two of you on his bedroom floor, tired and heaving as he has your hands pinned above your head to keep you from retaliating. Hyunjin still technically caved first, but something shifted between you and Felix soon after. With you pinned under him and your shirt riding up, he couldn’t help himself. You two didn't kiss, but his hands slid from your wrists, down your chest, to your exposed waist. You grab his forearms, the intensity of the tension weighing on you. It was a pre-established something from the moment you started cuddling. That’s why his hands on you was so intense that night, you two developed a craving for each other’s touch. After that you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You would make it a point to sit next to him and he would do the same. He would absentmindedly trace shapes on your skin or throw his arm around your shoulder.

The roughhousing started getting steamy quick. You would have to move to his or your bedroom, lest Seungmin catch you two kissing each other’s necks and eventually lips. It was intoxicating, kissing him. He tasted so good and you couldn’t get enough of feeling him against you. Maybe subconsciously you were imagining him on that stage. His imagination surely went wild when he saw the video. He immediately got a hard on and had to excuse himself. It was over at that point. He was pushing your shirt over your head and going to town on your nipples with his tongue and teeth. You were fiendish from the pleasure, bucking into him and moaning pathetically. His pants were just barely pushed down enough to free his semi-hard cock. He used his haphazard methods to get your sweatpants down as well, refusing to unlatch from your chest.

With your legs wrapped around his waist, he thrusts into you. Between slobbery kisses, you pant against each other’s skin. It isn’t long before he’s flipping you over, running his hands down the slope of your back as he slams into you from behind. The bed frame is smacking aggressively against the wall now, almost drowning out the feverish moans from you two.

A knock at the door has you shooting up and placing your hand against Felix’s stomach to stop his thrusting. Seungmin walks in without waiting for a reply.

“I’m trying to read,” he states simply, not shocked at all by what he’s seeing. Felix is utterly unaffected by Seungmin’s presence. In fact, he’s still thrusting. And you can feel that he’s harder now. 

“Cool. Go to a cafe,” he responds half heartedly.

walking(?) in 

It was a fun night. You, Seungmin, and Felix were watching The Suicide Squad and laughing your asses off. Eating popcorn, throwing popcorn, popping more because (mostly you and Felix) threw it all. And then to top it off, Felix got to take a nice little nap. Things were normal when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, he felt rigorous movement next to him. He opened his eyes to see a blob illuminated by the TV. Underneath a blanket was you seemingly riding Seungmin. You both were suppressing your moans pretty poorly.

More than anything, Felix was shocked by Seungmin’s arms resting on the back of the couch, watching you with his head craned back. Very lazy if you ask Felix.

“Smack her ass or something man.”

You flinch and nearly fall backward before Seungmin catches you. You both look over, lingering in an awkward silence.

“You’re being nosy and critical?” Seungmin says in disbelief, breaking the silence.

“I’m not nosy, you guys are fucking right next to me.”

⦊ Kim Seungmin ⦉

Seungmin has always had an air of authority to him. Despite being three years his junior, Seungmin’s authoritative side is more of a mainstay compared to Chan. Chan needs to be authoritative as a leader, but most of the time he’s just so sunny. Seungmin knows what he wants and he’s not afraid to say it. You're not ashamed to say it turned you on a little.

being walked(?) in on

You told him as much. It was under the guise of a joke, but Seungmin detected and accepted the underlying truth of it. But Seungmin was a tease, and he wasn’t in a hurry. Hence, the slow burn. Yes, Seungmin liked sex, but he wasn’t foaming at the mouth for it.

At least, not until the video. All he wanted was to order you around, and the fact that that turned you on had him adjusting the crotch of his pants. You were coming out of the bathroom when Seungmin pulled you into his room and shut the door. He shoved you against it and held you by your shoulders.

“Wanna be good?”

You nod emphatically, not even phased by the suddenness of it all. He feels his cock throb. He bites his lip as his grabs you by the chin.

“Open up,” He whispers and you drop your jaw open. He drop a ball of spit slowly into your mouth before closing it for you.

“Good. Then be patient.”

And then he just leaves. He even has the gall to ask Felix if he wants to watch a movie with you and him. Felix says yes and now you're on the couch sandwiched between the man who had you pinned to the ground last week and the one who just spit in your mouth. Naturally you try to subtly seduce Seungmin enough to make him give in and take you to his room, but he has the nerve to swat your hand away. Each advance is met with him moving away from you or removing your hands from him. 

So you were pissed. By the time Felix fell asleep, you had a grudge against Seungmin. Now he wants to lean over and squeeze your thigh. You give him the same treatment, swatting his hand away. He’s quick to wrap his hand around your throat and squeeze. If his had on your thigh wasn't enough to send heat to your groin, this surely was.

“What about ‘be patient’ is hard to understand?”

None of it, and neither are the subsequent demands. Stand in front of him, take your pants and underwear off, take his off, straddle him, ride him to get yourself off. Oh he was punishing you big time. No pleas to squeeze your nipples, choke you, slap you, or anything was entertained. You just had to bounce on his cock toward your climax. Before you could get there, Felix’s voice startled you, completely void of grogginess.

“Smack her ass or something man.”

If you weren’t so alarmed you’d fervently agree.

Yeah, when Seungmin replies he’s a little annoyed, but he doesn’t read as angry at all. You're surprised to see how unaffected he is.

He is still undoubtedly hard, by the way.

walking in

You and Felix aren't as quiet as you think you're being. Or maybe it's because Seungmin is reading and needs to focus. He could just go to his room where there will be another degree of separation...

But he's already knocking on the door. Felix hadn't even stopped moaning by the time Seungmin opened the door. Of course Felix isn't stopping, even after Seungmin speaks. He expected as much. Seungmin wonders if one day he'll just cave and ask Seungmin to join. He's begging for it.

⦊ Yang Jeongin ⦉

Jeongin was one of the members you were closest too, but the furthest away from anything sexual or romantic. You were close to Felix and Hyunjin, but the thought wasn't impossible with them. Jeongin is your right-hand-man. He is who you go to for advice and gossip. He's who you told about Hyunjin and Felix and he (rightfully) treats the saga like his Monday night soaps.

being walked in on (OOPS THIS IS LONG TOO I NEED DICK)

Jeongin held a lot of shame about how the video made him feel. Where should he start? With how much is at stake? How this would make you feel? How he would feel if any of the guys found out? If Chan was the most dedicated to keeping the status quo, Jeongin was the second most dedicated. But he didn't think like you. He was attracted to you the minute you danced backup for them. He valued you as a friend, though. What ensued was something between heat of the moment and a slow burn

You noticed a difference, it was slight enough that you convinced yourself you were being delusional. Took me long enough to mention it, but you didn't think anything of them seeing your fancam. Sure it was sexy and you felt sexy doing it, but you underestimated just how sexy you were. You thought they'd just comment on the choreography or your performance. You did find it weird that not ONE of them commented on it (in the universe where Jeongin caves first). You were a little sad, because even your best friend had nothing to say. Your most popular fancam and Jeongin is silent. You even probe for information but he tenses up. The signs are starting to build up...

Jeongin is responsible for your recent obsession with basketball, the two of you play whenever you're both free. You're both weirdly quiet this time, though, something weighing heavy on both your minds. The way he tensed up after you brought up the fancam made you watch it yourself. You were suddenly embarrassed for asking all of your friends to check it out. It is as sexual as you can get without tipping into literally miming sex on stage. But does that mean Jeongin...

He might be quiet but he's playing hard. He's wearing a muscle shirt, something he does often, but you're more aware of it now. The definition he's gaining on his muscles. How big his biceps are getting. The sweat dripping from his armpit down the side of his waist. These are things (other than the sweat) you'd compliment him on. You can't bring yourself to say it though. Not with all this tension. You both play a fierce game, not sparing each other on account of the tension.

During one tumultuous battle for the ball, you try to turn your back toward him and he cages you in. He wraps his arms around you, his large hands splayed over yours. The proximity sends your adrenaline skyrocketing. You try to struggle away from him, turn back around to shove him away and shoot before he has the chance to react, but your foot gets caught. Your other fails to compensate and you fall just as you manage to turn to face him. His chest thuds against yours shortly after your back hits the floor.

You can smell his sweat mixing with his cologne and it's worsening your head rush. With his chest against yours and his eyes staring so intensely at you, you need him off but you so need to touch him. You manage both, gripping his biceps, lingering a bit, before giving him a light push to snap him out of his daze.

You both had done it now. There's no going back. You came to visit Chan, surprised to see Jeongin on the couch. Stupid ass Minho told you he went out with Felix and Jake. You guys lock eyes and freeze. It'd be rude to just ignore your best friend, right? So you sit with him, watching tv. Inching closer. You keep replaying that moment on the floor of the basketball court. How much you wanted to lick the droplets of sweat from his neck. It didn't take much to set Jeongin off. You thought you could be sneaky about your hunger, but not when he was hungry as well. The minute your fingers reached for his, his hand was on your knee, then your upper thigh, then... he was pulling away to get the remote. You watch in confusion as he cranks the volume up. He drops the remote onto the coffee table before approaching you.

As soon as he tugs you up from the couch you let your hunger take over. Both of you let your hands roam each other's bodies as you kiss like you're starving. He lifts you up to wrap your legs around his hips, your groins grinding against each other. It's about here that Jeongin stops caring. His mind flips off and he wants your clothes off too. In the process, you both end up lying haphazardly on the couch as his painfully hard couch shoots into you. You grip the couch, strangled moans wrangled from your throat. You get what you want, craning your head forward to lick a long stripe up his neck. It's so perfect, you're somewhere else entirely. That is, until you see a figure out of the corner of your eye.

The sight is so terrifying you shoot up without thinking. You knock your forehead against Jeongin's but the pain doesn't phase either of you. Jeongin jumps up from the couch, desperately collecting a random article of clothes to cover his soft penis. Just like you, Jeongin is utterly mortified. Chan apologizes, but little does he know, him walking in made Jeongin prematurely grapple with the weight of his decisions.

walking in

Jeongin is used to hearing loud noises from Chan's room. He says it helps sometimes to produce with his speakers rather than his headphones. Chan's room is soundproofed pretty well so it doesn't bother Jeongin much. But this noise he's hearing is jarring. Is Chan aware something hard it smacking against the wall. Something might break at this rate.

In a mixture of frustration and concern, Jeongin rushes to Chan's room to alert him ASAP. ASAP meaning not knocking.

"Hyung, what the hell is that?" he says half to himself, half to the man being ridden by you in his computer chair. Oh. Oh yeah. You were here.

His heart stops as realization dawns on him, your naked body all he's zeroed in on.

"What the f- close the door!"

Chan's reddening face and furious eyes are what Jeongin focuses on next, but not for long. He scurries away, not even able to apologize in his state of shock.