#I just feel like he would be I can't explain it

[doubleca5t]

When Benito Mussolini took power in Italy in 1922, his support among the Italian people could generally be attributed to two factors. Firstly, the Italian parliament at the time was widely regarded as dysfunctional and incompetent, with multiple prime ministers in a row failing to maintain a governing coalition long enough to accomplish anything; thus making a single-minded dictator seem like a far more appealing prospect. Secondly, Italy had joined World War I on the side of the allies, and despite being part of the winning coalition, many Italian veterans and nationalists felt sleighed by the Treaty of Versailles because Italy was not given control of Rijeka and Dalmatia (the current day coastal areas of Croatia), with this region instead becoming part of the newly formed Yugoslavia. These regions had been part of the Venetian Republic before being claimed by Austria-Hungary, still had cultural and linguistic ties to Italy, and had previously been promised to Italy by the British and French as territory they could claim if the allies won the war. In an era of nationalism where a country's greatness was still popularly measured first and foremost by territorial expansion, this felt like a great insult to many Italians, with some calling it a "vittoria mutilata": a mutilated victory.

This explains the appeal of Mussolini's focus on militarism, machismo, and constant appeals to the legacy of the Roman Empire. Militarism and Empire to appeal to a future where Italy would take back what it was owed and grow even further beyond this, and Machismo to appeal to the Italian veterans. It's important to understand that in this era, war was viewed almost as a masculine right of passage for many Europeans. Fighting in a war and "winning" - with many soldiers coming home with PTSD or physical disabilities - while being denied the spoils of victory, felt not just humiliating, but specifically emasculating.

In modern times, fascism still appeals first and foremost to those who feel emasculated. However, this takes a different shape under a new international order where expansionist empires are largely frowned upon, not glorified. While Donald Trump has tried to revive the appeal of greatness through territorial expansion with his threats to annex Greenland, Canada, and Panama, this was never his primary appeal to the American people. Modern masculinity is concerned less with military conquest and more with the realms of dating, sex, and the family. The revanchist desire to reclaim lost territory is replaced by a desire to reclaim a scorned lover, an estranged family, or a hypothetical wife or family which the emasculated man never had, but feels he was denied by forces outside his control.

In his new song "Heil Hitler", rapper Kanye West says "my bitch keep fucking my friends" and "With all of the money and fame I still can't get my kids back / With all of the money and fame I still don't get to see my children / N****s see my twitter but they don't see how I be feeling / so I became a Nazi yeah bitch I'm the villain / N***a Heil Hitler". In this essay I will

[woantohae]

In my arms || (Bob Reynolds x reader)

Summary: The Thunderbolts are constantly on missions, busy trying to do good and save whoever they can. One of them was Bob Reynolds, the defenseless yet powerful man who is part of this team and family. However, he doesn't participate in these missions so he can continue practicing controlling his powers.

Despite telling them he's capable, the team prefers to give him more time to get used to them, until one mission, when a member of the team is injured. And all Bob can think about is the fury he feels when he hears Y/N being hurt. And how much he wants revenge on whoever did it.

content warnings: angst, he fell first and he fell harder, "avengers" tower, fluff, thunderbolts being a family, violence, curse words, SPOILERS FOR THUNDERBOLTS*, Yelena and Bob being like brother and sister, "touch her and you die" trope.

Author's note: I WATCHED THUNDERBOLTS*!!!! And let me tell you, it was better than i imagined. Honestly, it became one of my favorites and it can easily be in my top 3 of Marvel movies. I just can't describe the experience with enough words, but the waiting was totally worth it ✨️ AND THE POST CREDIT SCENE 👀 MARVEL ATE WITH THAT ONE.

With that being said, i'm excited to tell you that i'm gonna write more of Bob Reynolds 👉🏻👈🏻 So here you go, a one shot with him, wich contains a few spoilers of the movie. At this point our reader will be polaris lol.

Hope you like it and comment what do you think of this one 💌

Bob was getting used to the place.

What had once been Avengers Tower had now become his new "home." He had an incredible view of New York City, several rooms to hang out in, thousands of dishes and meals he'd never been able to prepare in his life, and the pleasant company he shared every day.

The team had made him feel comfortable and part of something worthwhile, despite what they'd gone through to get to this moment.

Bob still felt guilty about what happened when Void took control of him and darkened everything in its path, even when Yelena reminded him it wasn't his fault and that he wasn't alone. The blonde had become a trusted person for him and was always there when he needed her. He told her his secrets and how he felt, and the Russian always gave him advice or a word of encouragement. Even with the trust he had in her, he confided in her something he never thought would happen to him. Or rather, something he thought was impossible to happen in such a short time.

He was attracted to Y/N.

The girl whom his other self had caused to see horrible things from her past, the one who could move metal objects with a simple flick of her fingers, and the one who made his heart race and his cheeks blush. It was a feeling that consumed him every time he was near her or even thought about her.

And Yelena, being the good spy she was and good at reading people, knew how Bob felt about Y/N. She always encouraged him to get closer and talk to her more, but Bob simply couldn't do it. It was not that easy.

"It sounds easy," John says, after hearing the plan for carrying out the mission.

Bob shakes his head to return to reality and ignore such thoughts.

"Wait until we get there and they welcome us with open arms," ​​Bucky says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"We still made it last time, and look at us here," Y/N replies, shrugging her shoulders.

Ava laughs and shakes her head.

"We'd better get moving," she says.

Bob looks at the group with hope in his eyes, but feels unsure about what he's gonna say.

"Can I come with you, guys?" he asks.

All heads turn to look at him with a mixture of surprise and sympathy for his question. They know he wants to help however he can, but after Void was under control and hadn't appeared for quite some time, they weren't so sure it was a good idea to expose him like that again.

"Bob..." Yelena begins to say.

Bob hurries to explain himself.

"I know what you're gonna say. But I think I'm ready, I know I can control it" Bob says with determination in his voice "I've been practicing and trying to talk to him, so maybe I can do it, today"

"We know, Bobby," says John, "But we must complete the mission without any mistakes or problems along the way."

The brunette looks down and clears his throat, nodding. He raises his gaze to smile and meet Y/N's gaze, who smiles back.

"No, no, I understand," he says dejectedly. "When the time is right, I can come with you."

Bucky pats his shoulder and Alexei gives him a thumbs-up. Despite their attempt to lift his spirits, he can't help but feel useless and without any reason to be in the group, other than washing dishes, tidying the place, or reading books he finds lying around.

He hates the feeling.

But it is what it is, right now. And he has to face it.

After the meeting to organize the plan, the group dispersed to look for the weapons and prepare the car in which they would go to the location. Bob watched from afar as the rest of them prepared, while playing with his fingers. He shifted his gaze to the large window overlooking the city and didn't feel Y/N's presence approaching him.

"Hey," she said in a soft tone.

Bob turned his head to look at her and smiled delightedly.

"Hey," she asked.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He nods and laughs softly, pretending to be okay and swallowing the feeling that bothered him.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine"

The girl mimics his smile and stares at him, while Bob feels the heat spread to his cheeks.

"Hey, how about we watch a movie when I get back?" she offers, patting his arm to get his attention.

Bob smiles.

"I was actually thinking it could be a movie night with just us. If you like that idea," Y/N says, crossing her arms and shrugging her shoulders with a smile on her face.

"A movie would be nice. I think it would be fun to have a movie night with the rest of the team," he says awkwardly "We haven't had one of those in a while, so..."

She lets out a soft laugh, thinking how cute he looks all flustered.

"Oh..." he remains silent to calm his nerves until he speaks again so as not to make a fool of himself. "Oh! Yeah, just the two of us. Of course. It could be fun. Count me in!"

Y/N smiles and laughs softly, wich sounds angelical to Bob's ears.

"Great. It's a date" she says.

Bucky calls her to let her know they're about to leave, so she starts walking away from Bob.

"See you, Bob."

"See you. Good luck," Bob says with a dazed smile on his face, remembering the girl's words.

It's a date.

Bob walks to his room with an excited smile, feeling happiness in his chest, but when he remembers the last thing Y/N said, his eyes widen.

"Oh shit! It is a date!"

He needs to prepare for it.

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Bob listened and watched from the communications room to see how the team was doing on the mission.

It wasn't going so easy as they planed back in the tower a few hours ago, as they had run into a group of mercenaries who weren't going to give up so easily. The brunette just hoped everyone was okay and managed to complete the mission—and he really hoped Y/N was okay and didn't get hurt.

A feeling of anguish and anxiety was causing Bob's chest to tighten. His leg kept moving as he played with the Rubik's Cube in his hands, unable to complete a color.

The sound of bullets filled his ears, and his jaw clenched as he heard and saw Yelena or Bucky being hit. Alexei grumbled as he tried to pull a man off John to help him, and Ava took care of a few. Y/N tried to stop the bullets as best she could, but there were some hidden snipers she couldn't sense with her powers so easily.

"There's to many of them!" John complains through the earpiece in Bob's ear.

"Fuck! If we don't stop the ones from the roof we cannot go back to the car!" Ava exclaims in an almost exhaustive voice.

"Shit. C'mon guys" Bob whispers while frowning his eyebrows at the scene.

"Bob, can you see how many are on the roof?" Yelena asks from the communicator in her ear.

"Uh, yeah, yeah" he says inmediatly "There's five on the roof. Three of them has guns and two of them are programming something on the computer. Seems like.... oh no"

"What Bob?" Bucky asks.

"It's a bomb! You need to get out of there" Bob says quickly.

"Shit," Yelena curses.

"I can try to stop them. But I need you to cover my back," Y/N says in a confident, hurried tone.

Bob watches as the girl begins to head toward the other side to attack the group of men with guns at the entrance. The others try to stop anyone from attacking her, and she moves stealthily between the bodies to reach the entrance. Bob focuses his attention on the cameras in the building that shows Y/N, his heart aching at what's happening in the footage. Or what could happen.

"Please, be careful," Bob whispers.

Y/N stops the guards' bullets at the entrance with precision in her movements and attacks some who plan to hit her. Bob's eyes glance at the rest of the team as they manage to escape thanks to the distraction caused by the girl with green sparkles flashing from her fingers. However, he doesn't stop for more than five seconds just to check on the girl again. He wants to make sure she's okay, even if it's from behind the computer. Far away from the place where she is right now —just the thought of it makes his inner self freak out.

Something it's beginning to awake inside of him. Something he thought he had buried for his own good.

Or rather someone.

"Y/N, all done. Let's head to the car. I'll try to get to you right away," Bucky orders.

"No. It's okay, I got this," she chimes in stubbornly.

Bob shakes his head.

But before she can do so, a stray bullet hits her shoulder, destabilizing the girl.

"Fuck!" she complains, touching her shoulder.

"Y/N?" Bucky asks worriedly.

"Y/N!" Bob yells, watching as one of the guards hits her with her gun on the back of her head, causing the girl to fall unconscious to the ground.

That's it.

Bob rushes out of the tower's communications room and runs to the balcony, where he takes to the air with determination. He doesn't stop for a second, because time is precious, especially after seeing Y/N getting attacked. The only thing that keeps repeating in his mind is the visual image of the girl being injured, so he moves quickly through the air until he reaches the others. He had seen the coordinates and the area where they were, so it was easy for him to arrive in time.

Bob tries to find the place that the camera allowed him to watched the area in wich the girl was back at the tower, and when he finds it, he is surprised to find that one of the men responsible of attacking Y/N is carrying her unconscious body in his arms. Fury courses through his veins at the sight, and he rushes to stop the bastard. It's as if he's being consumed by darkness, a sensation he knows all too well.

As soon as he's in front of the guy, he stops him and without a second thought, tries to attack him, careful not to hit Y/N. The man looks at him in horror and carefully places the girl's body on the ground, then raises his hands in surrender.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know..." he stumbles, but all Bob sees is red.

He growls and begins to mercilessly beat the man's body, making him bleed, and doesn't stop until he's unconscious. Blow after blow, unleashing all the anger he felt at seeing how the bastard hurt the girl. He can still see her grimace of pain and how her body fell unconscious to the ground, helpless, and who knows what they might have done to her if he hadn't arrived in time.

"Please...." the man begs almost unconscious.

Bob doesn't hear him. He doesn't want to.

And Void doesn't want to too.

The rest of the team arrives at Y/N's location, only to see her lying on the ground with a scarlet stain forming on the shoulder of her suit, while Bob kills the man. Ava approaches the girl's body and makes sure she has a steady pulse, while John makes sure that no one appears and attacks them by surprise.

"Bob," Yelena warns and tries to approach him to make him see reason.

"No! He hurt her. No one can touch her, or hurt her!" he exclaims in a mixture of anger and darkness. "No one! You heard me? Fucking no one!"

The others stare at the scene and notice how Y/N wakes up and observes the state Bob is in. Ignoring the pain in her shoulder, she rushes over to him and wraps her arms around him from behind, resting her face on his.

"Bob, hey. It's okay," she murmurs in his ear, feeling the man begin to slow down the blows, so she tightens her grip on his body. "I'm okay. Everything will be okay."

Bob calms down and brings his now covered in blood hands to Y/N's arms, then turns his body and hugs her with all his strength, trying to cover her body to protect her just in case, and also feel her in his arms and make sure nothing happens to her anymore.

"You are hurt" he whispers in her ear.

"It's just a scratch. I'll be fine" Y/N says with a small smile on her lips.

"He hurt you. I couln't allow him to do it" he says in a broken voice.

Y/N looks at the rest of the team and smiles at them, letting them know she's okay. Kinda. Bucky sighs and shakes his head at the girl in that state, knowing she must be screaming from the pain of the bullet, while Alexei smiles sideways and tries to encourage her from a distance. The blonde russian girl mouths to her that she will get the car ready to go, to wich Y/N nods and indicates her to do so.

"We still have our date," she tells him, still standing with the brunette, glancing at the man's lifeless body.

Bob lets out a sigh and nods his head against Y/N's chest, agreeing with her.

"Our date," he says in a soft tone, relaxing at the touch of her fingers in his hair. Although he can't help but feel anger again when he smells the metallic scent coming from the girl's wound.

"Yeah. Are we still up to that?"

"Definitely" Bob answers and lets out a small laugh.

She smiles and then pulls away from him to look him in the eye. Those blue orbits who watch her with a spark on his eyes.

"So let's go home and have our date, okay?" Bob nods and then lowers his gaze to the girl's wound.

"First, we need to treat your wound," he says, pointing to the red stain on her suit.

"Would you help me with that?"

"You don't have to ask me twice."

They both stare at each other with a small smile on their faces, understanding how much they care for each other and would do anything to keep them safe and viceversa.

Especially Bob.

And as long as Y/N is in his arms, he'll be okay.

[callahanisms]

pass/fail: the orange test

saw thunderbolts* and i believe in the mcu again. the movie was good and if you want to see it, go see it. thought this could be a cute little post because the orange test will never not be fun to me.

anyways i need more ava starr pls and thank you

divider by @cafekitsune

yelena belova / black widow

"you want me to...peel you an orange?"

yelena, at best, is confused about the idea of an 'orange test.' she doesn't exactly have the best relationship with tests. but when you explain that it's just an action that shows someone they care about you and see you...she does laugh. she laughs and says it's ridiculous. but then a few days later she'll slide over a plate of peeled oranges, separated in segments and looking mostly uniform (because she ate the non-uniform pieces). if you forgot, she'll remind you why she did it.

bucky barnes / the winter soldier

"i don't understand the point of this."

it's a trend on social media. you have to explain the significance and why people are really into it. bucky doesn't know what to think of it. he chalks it up to one of those trends that he's just too old for. but he'll do it regardless. the orange comes out whole.

ava starr / ghost

"you came to the right person."

one of the ways ava might have entertained herself when she was younger was with art. she views fruit carving as another medium for art. so when you ask her to peel you an orange, she peels it with a knife. with precision. she slices the orange to make a crane! isn't that cute? will also generally cut your fruit into cute shapes. there's something soothing about focusing on something mundane. it makes her feel normal.

john walker / u.s. agent

"i can totally do."

you might have overestimated john's capacity for peeling oranges. he's more of a insert thumbs into the fruit and then split it open. then he'll give you the portion, unpeeled. it's not what you want but it is funny. and besides, it's the thought that counts, right?

alexei shostakov / red guardian

"you know, yelena used to ask me to peel her oranges and make them fun. it was the only way to get her to eat fruit."

surprisingly is very much like ava. alexei can peel an orange no problem. uses a knife (a bigger one, not the smaller one for delicate lines like ava) and then slices it to make fun shapes! but it's not as detailed as ava's. he also ends up using the orange slices for a lecture and to talk about a story. and then you guys get to eat it!

bob

"that's kind of cute...actually..."

bob's no stranger to peeling oranges. he uses his hands and does it without question. he likes helping, he likes being useful. and even if it's something small like peeling the orange because you can't or because you don't like the smell of the citrus on your fingers, he'll do it. on the contrary bob would like the citrus smell. he tries to cut the orange into cute shapes like ava but messes it up.

[intoblonde6ftwbbplayers]

Relationship Gets Exposed

Can you do one where reader has this professor that's really mean to her, so after her lectures, she goes to Paige's room, but kk is on live, but everyone can notice something's wrong so paige asked about it then reader says I can't say on live, so then paige asked the room if she should either mute it or end the live, paige, reader and some other people say end it and some says mute so kk mutes it but reader and paige thinks the live is ended. Paige then goes closer to reader as she's telling her story, then like hugs her and pecks her lips, then kk would be like ..." um, guys, we're on live" and PANIC

A/N; I absolutely love this idea omg!! Sorry about making her grandpa sick but just an outlet for some stuff im going through right now anyway hope you all enjoy!!

Exposed

pairings - Paige Bueckers x gf!reader

warnings- none baby angst fluff at the end

not edited sorry

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You've been dating Paige for a little over a year now. You were a junior and she was a senior and you've been together since last year.

You were always together and anyone with eyes could see how much you were meant for each other even before you started dating.

That being said even though you were both sure in your relationship and that this was it, you haven't told the world yet. Paige wasn't even officially out to the world yet.

Obviously they knew I mean one look at her everyone knows but it wasn't official and you didn't mind and respected the fact she just didn't feel the need to address it and you didn't either

Anytime the team would go on live you would go into friend mode, it wasn't particularly hard considering you had been introduced to the fans long before you and Paiges relationship started.

The whole team loved you and treated you like one of them which you were grateful for because you loved them like family too. Recently you've had a rough couple of weeks with school and family so they've all rallied around you like the found family they are.

You've always liked school. You were never one of those people who hated going to class and actually enjoyed learning and academics. You weren't a teacher pet per say but you enjoyed talking to most of them and ended up getting close to a couple of them in your high school and even college experience

That's not to say you never had some teacher you didn't like or who, no matter how nice you were, didn't like you. You weren't disrespectful but you weren't quiet and you weren't egotistical when it came to voicing your views just a bit opinionated and loud.

That's the main reason some teacher or professors didn't like you but you've never had one hate you until now.

The thing is this particular professor really had it out for you. Every time you would as a question in class he would really with a sigh, eye roll, and a comment about you needing to pay better attention.

Every assignment you turned in was 99% never 100 when others could do less or just the same and receive that grade. It was fine though. You had a 98 in the class overall.

But today you had missed an assignment, you went back home to visit your grandpa who's sick and has recently been getting worse the past couple of weeks.

You missed one assignment in your 2 days at home and stayed after class today practically begging the professor to let you turn it in late.

He made it a big deal and yelled at you while his new lecture class started coming in only embarrassing you further. Making you explain how you went home to see your sick grandfather before he died before almost full lecture hall.

So after that all you wanted to do was lay down and be held by your girlfriend to hopefully drown out the noise of the day.

You didn't ask Paige where she was or if you could come over you just showed up and let yourself in with the spare key like always.

When you opened the door to her room and heard the noise it was your end point. You could barely hear them say hello to you or register the fact that Kk was on live.

Everyone could see the tired way you walked and even the tears starting to form in your eyes that you haven't even realized are there yet.

"Hey you okay should we end the live?" Paige is the first to speak going up to you our of frame and blocking your view of everyone else

She moves to his you and you immediately melt into it letting yourself finally start falling apart. You both stay there for a few seconds while everyone else debates whether to end the live or not.

"Should I end it?" Kk asks the room

a series of yes or maybes follow until Azzi says "Maybe just mute it for now" so thats what Kk does she mutes the live and leave the phone on the dest where its currently propped up facing the rest of the room

You and Paige dont hear this though and assume the live is ended once KK and Azzi move to sit on the edge of the bed waiting to hear what's wrong.

You just let Paige hug you there standing by the bed. "Wanna lay down and tell me what's going on ma?" You just nod in response already calming down by being in her hold

You let her lead you onto the bed where unbeknownst to you guys you were both perfect in frame of the live. You tell all three of them the story of what's been going on the past couple of weeks which isn't new news to Paige but when you get to what happened with you professor they all feel bad for you Azzi even offering to do the assignment for you right now since she has free time and knows you're already swamped with work.

Kk sits there and listens and gives you a hug that you're extremely grateful for.

"Thank you Azzi and thanks Kk" you say as you see Azzi grab her computer from the nightstand start to work on an outline for your assignment and Kk move a bit to help her out a bit.

Paige then leans back against the headboard and pulls you with her. She holds you on top of her and then plants small kisses from your hairline to the tip or your nose then finally on the lips.

Kk and Azzi don't even register it as Paige is such a clingy person in general and with you it's only amplified but suddenly Kk snaps her head in the direction of her phone thats still set up with thousand of people watching your girlfriend comfort you and then kiss you.

Your girlfriend who isn't officially out to the media yet just kissed you in front of thousands of people.

Kk jumps up so fast and grabs her phone and just ends the live.

"Bro Kk tell me that didn't just happen" You say

"Omg guys im so sorry" Kk starts apologizing but before you can say anything you just hear Paige start giggling beneath you

She starts laughing "It's okay for real dont stress bout it. they were gonna find out eventually and that's kinda funny the way you jumped across the room getting to the phone"

Kk and Azzi sigh with relief but you just look down at Paige

"I love you Paige"

"I love you ma" she says kissing you again this time without the cameras

[sparrows4bats]

If Jon falls first, he would be so awkward at first. But the moment Damian reciprocates or shows any sign of feeling the same? All restraint is gone. Jon Kent is a simp and not afraid to let anyone know. He is gonna prove to Damian Wayne that not only is he an amazing boyfriend but he will be an even better husband.

He is giddy. Everything Damian does makes him blush and stutter. It's not just because Damian is cool and smart and handsome. He is all of those things, a degree of gorgeous and competent that leaves Jon in awe.

But he realises he likes Damian when they are arguing, and no matter how angry Jon gets, Damian never flinches at his red eyes. He never wonders for a moment if Jon will hurt him. Because Damian Trusts Him.

Jon thinks it may be a crush when Damian protects him after he is sent flying into a building during a mission, and Jon knows that even if he is Superman, Damian will always see him as Jonathan Kent.

Jon realises he is in love with Damian because of how kind he is, watching him with Lizzie and his pets. Even though Jon knows how hard it can be for him sometimes. It makes his chest ache with sweetness.

He decides to do something about it after he notices he's not the only one who has noticed how amazing Damian is. Kids at school, people at galas, and even other heroes look at his Robin like he's something they can have. It's unacceptable.

So he asks his Dad for help, and Clark explains some of how he convinced Lois Lane to marry him. (Clark Kent still considers it the best and hardest thing he has ever done. It doesn't stop him from laughing at his son for 10 solid minutes when he tells him. Bruce is going to be soooo pissed when Jon succeeds. It'll be hilarious)

Jon starts small. He invites Damian on missions and listens for any animal related emergencies Robin can come to. His Dad helps by distracting Batman while Jon sneaks into the Manor. (Clark trusts his son to call if he needs help, not that he would ever willingly put Damian in any real danger) Damian is confused by his change in behaviour but is happy to come along.

After long missions, Jon invites him to stay the night with him at his apartment or the farm. He delights in Damian wearing his clothes and being all sleepy and vulnerable. They share his bed, and Jon wakes up to Damian asleep on his chest. (Jon wants to wake up like this forever.)

So Jon starts to touch Damian more outside of half conscious cuddling. He hangs around his personal space like a cloud. Jon had thought Damian would hate it, but he accepted the closeness with ease. In fact, he melts. He doesn't hug back as tightly but leans on Jon in a way that makes Jon feel stronger than his powers ever have.

Next, he starts to do little things for him, like drop off coffee, and when Damian starts working to become a doctor, Jon makes sure he eats and sleeps between studying. Jon doesn't take in much information during Damians' study sessions, too focused on how Damians nose scrunches when he's concentrating, and how he blushes whenever Jon praises him.

Jon starts giving Damian little gifts; trinkets from wherever he travels, and pretty daggers he finds thanks to Diana. Damian receives each one with a smile and soon starts giving Jon gifts, too. Pieces of art he drew or food he finds in Gotham that he thinks Jon might enjoy. (Each drawing and painting is carefully framed in heat vision proof glass.)

Surprisingly, It's Damian who kisses him first. After Jon gives him a kitten that Clark saved from a tree. (Bruce said Damian couldn't adopt any more pets he said nothing about accepting them as gifts). The kiss is soft but full of passion, and Jon can't help but deepen it.

"I love you." Jon tells him when they pull back to breathe.

"Good, because if we do this, I couldn't bear it if you left me."

"Never, I'd fight the world to stay with you."

"And I'd defeat death to keep you at my side, Habibi." Jon kisses him again because he finally can. (Damian is even more handsome when he is under him, and Jon sends a silent thank you to whatever God is listening for letting him see it.)

(Clark was right, Bruce was pissed when he found Jon naked in Damians bed the next morning.)

Damian names the cat Clark after his future father in law. (Bruce will get his revenge, he swears, on BOTH Supers, eventually.)

[eraserbread]

nobody knows your friend with benefits, suguru, like you do ✧

your best friend is a neat freak, yet insists on holding each get-together at his apartment. he supplies the beer, you supply the wine. he asked you what takeout he should order for you all, and bought the one thing you suggested.

and when the party's over and the tables are littered with trash, you shrug off the few of your friends. they're leaving, but you would stay just to help sugu clean up a bit.

that's where you are now, twisting that digital lock slowly. you can hear suguru clinking plates behind you, gathering them in a pile when you turn around.

"...llllocked." you whisper, posing in the doorway with your knees crossed under your short, casual dress. you couldn't help yourself -- he was slung comfortably in baggy sweatpants and a cut shirt, thick arms visible all night. he made you crazy.

"thank you very much," he starts, walking with his pile of plates to the kitchen. he passes you, adding, "...gorgeous girl."

"so, now you definitely have to bend me over that counter."

"I will, I will." his voice is so soft, consistently smooth, and sweet when he talks to you. though you can only see his back as the sink water rushes, you're enamored by the most minor things—the length of his hair across his shoulder, the curve of his waist, the shape of his arms. "all in due time, cutie."

you wait patiently for him to wash that first round of dishes, and when he does, he looks over his shoulder and tells you. "you're grinning at me sooo wide, right now."

"mm... i just want you real bad." you're biting that grin down, fingers tangling behind your back. when he dries his hands and walks over to you, your stomach falls into your ass. you can't explain this feeling -- this need to be with him and perform just for him.

"and you know i adore that dress on you." suguru's holding a hand out for you, gaze shadowed and pure against the dim lights. your grin widens as you take it, and he's showing you off to his private audience, spinning you all around the room until you land in his arms.

"stop it." you're mumbling into a kiss he takes you in, long arms crossed against the small of your waist. he holds you so gently, grinding the softness of his crotch forward into you.

you hold your arms around his neck, reveling in the loving attention. his kiss is just as soft as his touch as it snakes down your back, grabbing handfuls of your ass in each hand. you gasp.

"alright, lets get you taken care of."

you're reeling, squeezing your eyes shut as tears leak through. you weren't expecting this fervor tonight, but suguru wanted you pinned on your hands and knees, two fingers deep inside your aching cunt.

the way he has you... hooked and vulnerable, is so lewd. so unabashedly pouring arousal against his thick palm. at your side, he's hovering over you with a knee pressed to the mattress, lips working at your ear. shockwaves wrack your body.

"oh, fuck that's good." you're whining, whispering heady versions of his name into his lips when he kisses you. "please, 'm so close."

"yes, come on. cum for me -- there's my girl... yes." he's talking you through it, fucking you over from raw intrusion alone. you can't help but make it easier for him, the attraction is just so palpable. you could glance at him platonically and be dripping wet, halfway to release.

when you cum, shivering around his fingers, suguru lets up just hardly, using his free hand to push your face into his. he thinks he is a selfish lover -- always needing your skin on his, especially when you're halfway out of your mind. he loves kissing you, but can't deny the fact that he loves being inside of you more.

all the strength is sucked from your bones when he mounts you from behind. thick sweatpants disregarded somewhere in the room, his cock is hungry for you, leaking and inflamed in his thick palm.

when he finally pushes inside of you, your arms collapse, rendering you face-down, ass-up against his pristine sheets. it makes him crazy -- lips cherry-red from biting them down, and your weeping hole is feeling the worst of it as he fucks you.

it's delicate at first, as is everything about him, then turns into sinful slaps of skin, deafening your senses. suguru's stretching you in that way only he can, assaulting that warm, sweet spot inside you with every upward hit.

you're left scrambling, fingers digging in the sheets, needing any and every kind of mercy to rush over your feverish skin. suguru snaps up both of your wrists, pinning them at your back when you're cumming for the second time.

you're riddled with insane aftershocks, coming down, full to the brim with your best friends pearly seed, and fucked off of visions of his face.

always an unsaid occurrence, suguru hops out of bed, grabbing one of his shirts to toss to you. you'd spend the rest of the night cuddled into his big chest, talking to the sound of flickering candlelight and soft rock music.

he's not one for tv shows or distractions when you're near him.

after all, you are his best friend. you two have plenty of ways of entertaining each other.

[sqgeism]

hey there!!! love your work sm eheheh

anyway, i was wondering if you could (perchance) do a vampire reader x dr ratio? preferably where the reader is STARVING and bites him lolol

stay safe and stay silly!!

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 take a look into my eyes | dr. ratio and anaxagoras (seperate) x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; can you feel the tension ? between us boy, i know you want this potion ! bloodstains : a course of how to have a vampire lover. written by anaxagoras and dr. ratio.

love mail — hi anonnie ! thank u sm for requesting >< misread the comment originally and wrote vampire anaxagoras b4 scrapping as i reread it (;´Д⊂) anaxa's is lowkey suggestive.. experimental fic.. and if you can give me criticism on that part i'd really appreciate it cus i don't write make outs often (´；ω；`) this was so weirdly long mama help

,to be quite frank, dr. ratio figured it out before you revealed yourself to him. it explained why you seemed to never sleep, or your fast regeneration, things like that. so when you two started dating, he kept an eye on how you satiated your appetite. even if you didn't like it.. fresh, red meat from butchers weirdly worked. instead of buying the packaged stuff—ratio accompanied you to a butcher every week to get a big slab of undrained cow meat. then it'll be your meal till it would no longer suffice.

unfortunately, not only did it not taste good, but it was barely enough to keep you functioning. you had enough strength to move and do usual tasks, but your power was significantly weaker, as well as regeneration. your body responds negatively to the lack of proper blood, but still accepts it as such. like forcing yourself to eat uncooked meat. (which is what you were doing)

and because of your weakening state, and having your arm chopped off after a battle.. it was regenerating, worry not (albeit very slow), you two got into an argument. "your cowardice is killing you." ratio began with a sharp tone, causing you to scoff. "what am i supposed to do, ratio? bite random people on the streets?" you retorted, and he lets out a forced, amused laugh.

"your solution stands before you, (name)."

he looms over you. "bite me, for aeon's sake. you think a measly bite will hurt, compared to the suffering you go through?" he's never sounded so.. mad, but gentle. his hand grips your unharmed shoulder, grip like a vice yet still tender. "bite me." he demands, yet also pleads.

dr. ratio begging is a sight you never thought you'd see, but his eyes pierce through you in complete seriousness. he won't let you leave this conversation without a bite mark on his neck, and you don't remember how long it's been since you've had mortal blood. "..f-fine."

in your weakened state, your legs force themselves to stand. your body really only has the strength to lean against him, as his arms wrap around you to keep you stable. your head weakly makes its way to his exposed bicep, and his hand guides you, knowing it likely won't hit anything vital.. and it's the easiest to access currently. after all, your other arm is far from fully regenerating, and ratio was starting to worry that the blood you had wasn't enough.

slowly, your mouth opens—revealing eager teeth but still hesitant. you hover over his arm for a bit, before slowly biting down.

he doesn't wince, not at all, but he does grunt at the initial bite. he listens to you slowly feed, feeling the blood drain from his body as he stands tall. and while he's faltering, you grow stronger. hell, your intact arm grips his hips as you dig deeper. little mumbles as you suck on his arm, like it's the last drop of blood you'll ever have.

you're brought back to reality as ratio's head slumps against yours and you pull your teeth out quickly, licking the bite and stopping any more blood with a cloth. "ratio!"

you don't even realize that your other arm has regenerated as you use it to stabilize him. guiding him back down on the chair you were just sat on as he groans. he can't speak, he's too lightheaded to try. but he feels lips press against his and a whisper of a sorry before he completely slips.

you care for him till he wakes up. feeling much.. much stronger, but needing to communicate how they'll go on forward. after all, you liked that a bit too much. and with the way ratio's heart was racing, you can make a wild guess that it was either adrenaline or attraction.

anaxa doesn't feel too weird about your vampirism. it explained the long sleeves constantly, big hats and umbrellas, fangs that came with sharp nails.. typical vampire lover packaging.

though something he found intriguing, was that you never drank raw, mortal blood. it was always blood bags.. nothing that had a beating heart. you were always so delicate that way.. even as your body physically withered, you wouldn't have your fangs get anywhere close to a human.. especially not anaxa.

but coming with you when you were hungry always.. saddened him. after getting your hands on a blood bag that are provided to keep those of your kind that aren't too far gone.. at least a little sane—you clearly never liked it. described it as too cold, bitter, and was the vampire equivalent of spoiled milk.

it didn't help all too much either. while it kept your hunger at bay, you were still much weaker compared to your full potential. you could transform, regenerate quickly, hide in shadows.. but you could only do the last one. and as previously established, even if regeneration is part of your abilities, it was greatly weakened. your body didn't have enough energy or blood to regenerate with, therefore straining your physical and mental.

and it was a great trouble for you, because the demands of an astral express member was starting to get rougher. all while you weren't regenerating in time to be able to meet what was expected of you. missions were getting rougher, injuries were worsening, and your body couldn't catch up to it all.

so that leads you here, a large gash in your face as you lay in anaxa's lap, waiting for the pain to disappear as you rustle and turn, unable to really rest due to the uncomfortable sensation. you can feel your muscles trying to pull themselves back together, skin sparing no effort to resort itself. and anaxa is doing no better. he pushes your hair away to see the full extent of the wound, and his heart aches. you're in so much pain.. yet you won't do what you have to in order to fix it. "my dove, please." you know what he's going to offer, and you'll refuse it every time. "anaxa, no. i swore i wouldn't bite after turning." yet you aren't getting any better. you've been like this for hours, and changing what you wear won't erase the wounds he knows are still healing beneath your top.

he doesn't want his frustration to get the better of him, but the scholar quietly seethes. you're being so stubborn—for what? too afraid to hurt him? he loves you for your selflessness, but he's not above begging you to be selfish for once.

in the silence of your struggles, his brain is racking to figure out a way to get you to drink his blood. considering his loss of morality and not necessarily caring if something is harmful to him, he doesn't think twice about what happens to him. just as long as you're okay.. staring down at your lips a little too long gives him an idea.

he taps your shoulder softly, and one anaxa's hand makes it's way to your back to slowly guide you back up to him, the other resting on your hip. "my love, i know it's a bad time. but may i kiss you? i know that you're in pain, and i'd like to do anything i can to make you feel better." you seem hesitant at first, thinking your bloodied wound would make you a little.. unattractive to your boyfriend, but it's anaxa, it makes sense why he wouldn't care. so you nod and barely get a breath in before he's all over you.

it isn't the short kisses anaxa has been known for to you, it's hungry. he's practically devouring you, the vampire between you both, might i add. it doesn't help that he's dipping down to you and keeping your head in place with his hand, effectively trapping you in his little plan. the other, while you're too busy melting against his advances, squeezes you—harshly. it causes you to make the sweetest noise that he's sure to relish, but more importantly—your mouth opens just enough for your fangs to be exposed. that's when he forces your lower jaw upwards, making you bite his lip hard enough to bleed.

he groans, no doubt, but he doesn't pull away. in fact, this is where he returns with much more fervor. you panic in realization of what he's done, but anaxa's grip is unforgiving. he's making sure that his blood gets and stays in your mouth.

your struggle doesn't last long, thankfully. because your worry turns into relief, as the long forgotten taste of human blood begins to flood your tastebuds. eventually he doesn't need to hold your head for you anymore, you've recovered from your lightheadedness and began to take initiative as well. kissing him softly and licking the blood clean off of his lips.

when you finish with one last peck, you look at your lover with a bit of conflict. unsure whether or not to be upset or.. thankful. because the pain has stopped, and you feel stronger. your body doesn't ache as much either. "you're a madman." is all you grumble, hitting his chest.

the scholar laughs, burying his head against your hair. "whatever you say, dove."

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[hitomisuzuya]

HI SUZUUU, love ur writing always mwa, can i pls have a reader who always bares her neck during sex and scara is at first confused, but then he gets the hint that she wants yo be marked up, thank you!!

scaramouche x fem! reader. smut. biting/marking. creampie.

i blushed when i read this request ngl.

there has always been this peculiar habit of yours that scaramouche never could quite figure out. he is usually quick on the uptake, especially when it comes to you, but this for whatever reason just didn't connect with him.

even when he is fucking himself so deep inside you that he can barely think, you always without fail expose your neck to him. even when he is gripping your hips, fucking you stupid from behind, you made sure your hair was uncovering one side of your neck.

your neck is such a vulnerable area. why would you willingly expose something so fragile to him?

because he knows it's coming, scaramouche is anticipating it. truthfully, he always has even if he didn't entirely understand it. it sends such an erotic thrill through him, and it went straight to his cock.

you look so helpless caged in by his arms underneath him, a soft meel keening from you as his cock starts to stretch your pussy apart. so submissive tilting your head to side a little to show him your neck. it's almost like you want him to..

oh...

scaramouche laughs shakily as he bottoms out. "i get now," his cock only aches more having come to the realization. he moans as he pulls out halfway, only to bottom out again a little harder than before. "you enjoy submitting to me."

don't be too hard on him. he is used to brow beating people into submitting to him. it threw him when you oh so willingly did so. he always just thought he was overwhelming you so much while he was fucking you, moaning like a slut about from how good he was fucking you, that you just didn't fight it.

"it's all i have ever wanted to do," you manage between a moan as his cock kisses your sweet spot. he somehow felt even harder than he had been before. it was peculiar thing you couldn't explain. you even tested it by tightening your thighs and rocking your hips up a little into his cock.

the egotistical smirk on his face was quite frankly one for the ages. "is that right?" scaramouche licks his lips, and leans his head down. "you know, i have always thought this pretty skin looks way too unmarked. i can't have fuckheads trying to take what's mine," his tongue flicks out a long your pulse.

your breath hitches in your throat in anticipation, making his cock throb inside you. "if you wanted me to bruise that pretty neck of yours, you should've just asked," he realizes just how badly he has wanted to mark you the moment his teeth start to sink into your skin.

it would show everyone who you truly belong to.

scaramouche felt composure crack away from him. it sure didn't take long for your moans to rise in octave as his teeth sucked and bit at your skin, squirming underneath him and twitching as your walls squeeze snugger around his cock. he shudders as he thrusts, gathering a handful of your hair in his hand to hold your head in place.

his mouth moves with a purpose. he needs these bruises to be deep, he can't help himself. the closer he moves to your throat, the dizzier with love he is. you are trusting him so much letting him bite at your throat.

the sensation of his teeth on your skin only makes you wetter. you writhe underneath him, putting a hand on the back of his head to press his mouth onto your neck. "harder, please! it feels so good!" you cry out as your clit swells and throbs more, moaning like you have just gotten something you'd been deprived of for years.

scaramouche moans as his cock pulses cum inside you, moving his mouth right next to your throat. "don't you worry," his tongue slides across your throat, soothing your inflamed and already purpling skin, "they'll all see who you belong to."

[tinylilacbun]

can you write one where little! reader is being extra bratty and fussy today and rafe has had enough and puts her in time out and threatens with another punishment or something but then sofia notices that the readers cheeks are all flushed and she’s curling up like she’s cold and sofia takes her temperature and she’s like “that’s why you’ve been fussy, you’re sick” and then rafe feels awful about punishing little! reader?

i love your stuff!

You already woke up with an attitude and a slight pounding head, not wanting to change out of your jammies at first, then you didn't want to eat breakfast, later on as you're relaxing on the couch you whine when Rafe turns the TV off and claims that you should go find some other kind of entertainment because you've been watching cartoons for a while now.

"Don' wanna." You huff, moving onto your stomach to hide your face in the cushions. "Wanna watch movie."

"And I want you to go do something else." He says, placing the remote on a high surface you can't reach. "Or I'll take you upstairs to nap, your choice."

"Noooo!" You whine, kicking your legs in frustration as your body starts to heat up again.

"Listen, I've been real patient with you today, so if you don't change your attitude right now I'll-" He warns you, pointing a finger at you as you suddenly say something he never thought you would dare to, especially while being little.

"Shut up..." You mumble but Rafe heard you crystal clear.

"What did you just say?" He asks, his eyes narrowing as he takes a few steps closer to where you're laying. "Care to repeat that, young lady?"

You sit up on the couch, glaring at him defiantly. "I saids shut-"

Before you can even finish Rafe's hand shoots out to grab your wrist, pulling you up to stand in front of him, towering over you. "If you're not sitting in the corner in the next ten seconds, I'll make sure you won't be able to sit for a damn week."

You gulp, quickly regretting your choice of words even though you can't help it with how you're feeling right now.

Rafe doesn't even notice your flushed cheeks or how warm your skin feels, too infuriated with your behavior to catch onto it.

When he lets go, you pad over to the corner, plopping down on the ground and face the wall, only hearing Rafe's footsteps disappear to what you can only assume must be the kitchen.

On his way there he crosses paths with Sofia who just finished taking a shower, her hair still slightly damp as she places her hand on his bicep to stop him. "What happened?" She asks, nodding towards you sitting in time out.

"What's been going on the whole day and I'm tired of it. She's in time out for how long I see fit." He explains, almost relaxing when she stands up on her toes to kiss his jaw.

"Okay, I'll try and talk to her." She says, making her way to where you are leaning with your side against the wall, your body shivering as she kneels on the ground beside you. "Angel?"

You don't respond, feeling too nauseous to even move a muscle and only answer with a quiet whimper.

"Hey..." She coos, taking a better look at your face, her brows furrowing with concern as she notices how flushed your face is and the way your eyes flutter close from time to time. "Are you alright, sweetie?"

She reaches out to feel your forehead, then moves her hand to your cheek and the back of your neck, frowning as she realizes why you've been behaving differently all day.

"Oh, baby, that's why you're so fussy, hm? You have a fever." She observes, moving some of your hair from your face, calling out for Rafe.

"What?" He asks with slight irritation, entering the living room again and sees how Sofia helps you to stand up on rather shaky legs. "Babe, I just told-"

"She's sick." She quickly retorts, leading you back over to the couch and makes sure you lay down comfortably, grabbing a blanket and drapes it over your shivering body.

Rafe's whole mood shifts from frustrated to slight guilt, rubbing the back of his neck as he finally sees in what state you're actually in, watching Sofia tucking you in and standing up again. "Mama is getting you some medicine, okay?"

You just nod in response, wrapping the blanket more around yourself as she walks off to get everything you might need right now.

Rafe eventually moves over to you, sitting down next to you he lets out a sigh as you shuffle to snuggle against his side, wrapping an arm around your body to keep you close.

"I should've noticed sooner..." He mutters mostly to himself, feeling your forehead with his other hand.

You only hum, closing your eyes as your cheek is smushed on his stomach. A few minutes later Sofia returns, carrying a tray with medicine, some soup, your favorite stuffie, and a pacifier in case you regress even smaller.

She smiles at the sight of you and Rafe cuddling, knowing how sorry he must feel, he doesn't even need to say it as his actions speak volumes, the way he holds you and rubs your back, whispering sweet nothings to you.

[neeeooon]

haiaiaiia I just had this idea but I can't write so here I am <33

imagine you adopt a black cat (guess where this is going :p) and you fall asleep with it on your chest and in the middle of the night it turns human (chigiri my princess) so you wake up hugging him (ok idk anm if you can turn this into a masterpiece 🙏🙏)

also im destroyed cz of chapter 300 💔💔

Thank uuuu feel free to ignore :)

HAHA he’s soooo black cat coded this is perfect (i am not ready to talk about 300 i am unwell someone do a wellness check in 2 days j)

two for one deal

chigiri hyoma & gn!reader. crack, chigiri can shapeshift

you’d always wanted a pet growing up, even after you moved out and started dating. however, your jerk of an ex was allergic to all things cute and happy, so the minute you kicked him out of your life, you booked an appointment with your town’s rescue center. you weren’t exactly looking for a replacement, as your ex hardly ever cuddled you, but you wanted to care for something and have it keep you company.

the lady behind the register handed you the paperwork you’d filled out before your visit. “you got approved!” she beamed. “so, any particular type of cat you’re looking for?”

you smiled at her enthusiasm and let her lead you further into the shelter. “not exactly… i was hoping to see them all and connect with one!”

her eyes sparkled as she nodded, and soon you were in the cat section. she stood in the corner, organizing toys and treats, to give you some privacy in your search.

if you could, you would have taken every single one of those cats home, even the ones that didn’t want anything to do with you. “i’m seriously gonna be a crazy cat person…” you grumbled under your breath, and that was when you stumbled across the next cage.

you had to lean closer to see him, as his dark coat blended into the back of the kennel. he sat still and stared at you like you were an inconvenience. like his time here was temporary, and if you didn’t take him home, he’d find a way to break out. the thought made you smile as you flipped through his chart.

“oh, that’s peanut. he’s new!” the lady said when she saw you looking. “he was rescued after tormenting some kids during their soccer match a few days ago… but princess over here is lovely—“

“i’ll take him.” you don’t know what compelled you to say it, but the way that cat stared at you made you feel like he wanted you to rescue him, too.

the lady chuckled, almost nervously, and added, “i should warn you, he does not like being touched. he can get violent…”

you poked a finger through the cage door, and peanut walked up and ran his head against your nail. a beam of pride filled your chest, and the lady clapped her hands. “well! i’ll get his adoption paperwork ready for you.”

☆ 🐈‍⬛

you stared at peanut, who looked very unsatisfied with his setup. you bought the bed ahead of time and realized now that that was a mistake.

the bed was peachy pink and filled with half a dozen cat toys shaped like various foods and animals. "sorry," you apologized under the cat's harsh eyes. "i thought you'd be... not a boy."

already, you were unsure if getting a cat was a good idea after all. peanut refused to eat any of the food the shelter recommended for him, but he looked so thin that you gave in and tore up pieces of your dinner for him. he nuzzled against your leg after that, and you thought that meant you were friends, until he saw the bed and hated you again.

"it's too late to get a new bed," you explained. "just sleep there for tonight. a bed is a bed. plus, aren't cats colored blind?"

he blinked slowly at you. you shrank back and crawled into your own bed.

were you really going to let yourself be bullied by a cat? you tisked and turned your lamp off. "good night, peanut."

you were almost asleep when you felt a gentle thump at your feet. peeking an eye open, you saw peanut walking over to your face before stopping at your stomach. he climbed up, made bread on your ribs for a few minutes, and finally curled himself against you.

ignoring the warmth that filled you and the joy of acceptance, you closed your eyes for the night.

☆ 🐈‍⬛

peanut wasn't the biggest cat out there, but you didn't expect him to be so heavy. sometime during the night, he'd migrated from your stomach to your chest. still half asleep, you stroked his fur and hummed, "morning, peanut."

"good morning."

you froze. from the feel of it, so did he.

slowly lifting your head, you screamed when you found a man curled up against you. a man with bright red hair and sleepy eyes, but a man nonetheless. "what the—how did you get in here? where's my cat?!"

the man sat up, looking vaguely confused, as he stuck his arms out in front of him and wiggled his fingers. you scrambled away from him, clutching one of your many blankets to your chest. "g-get out, perv!"

the man rolled his eyes and poked each of his toes next. "i'm not a perv. you invited me into your house."

"i did no such thing!"

he looked over and blinked lazily at you. something about the way he was judging you felt familiar, and you were suddenly feeling defensive. "this is my house! what are you, a vampire? i didn't invite anyone in."

the man rolled another one of your blankets over his hips and sighed. "you don't happen to have any of your ex's clothes lying around, do you?"

you felt the color drain from your cheeks. "how... who are you?" you hadn't even told your friends that you dumped your sorry excuse of an ex yet. the only people who knew were you, your ex, and...

your eyes went round. "no way. absolutely not. i'm dreaming, this is a dream." but even after searching everywhere, peanut was nowhere to be found.

when you returned to your room, the man was dressed in a loose pair of your ex's sweats and a t-shirt three sizes too big. it showed too much of his bony collarbones and shoulders. he grinned, and you caught the flash of fangs you were very familiar with (peanut bit you while you were sharing your dinner with him).

shifting your weight between your feet, you nervously asked, "peanut?"

"chigiri, actually. but yeah. surprise."

your head felt light. "how?"

"i actually don't know," chigiri confessed in an amused voice. "i mean, i used to be able to change at will, but i've been stuck as a cat for a few weeks now. not as fun as it sounds, by the way."

"i never said that sounds fun..." you shook your head and pressed both hands to your face. "um... i don't really know what to do. i think i threw the cat toy receipts away, so i doubt they'll let me get my money back."

chigiri stared at you. "your cat just turned into a seriously attractive man, and you're worried about money?"

you looked appalled. "do you have bills to pay? no. you ate half my dinner, which was expensive, by the way. and 'seriously attractive'... someone's vain." but that was expected. peanut was definitely a diva, and this guy was peanut.

sensing your hesitance, chigiri stayed on the other side of the bed as he said, "i won't lie, there isn't a place for me to go. i can get a job if you let me stay; help you pay for rent or whatever."

sighing, you let your hand slide from your forehead to the side of your neck. you adopted peanut, not a human, but you promised to care for and protect him. no matter how weird it was, the idea of throwing him out made you uncomfortable.

sucking in a breath, you locked eyes with chigiri. "you're staying on the couch. and i expect you to cover half the rent starting next month. gives you enough time to get a job."

chigiri's grin was so large it flashed his sharp canines. "done."

"okay. now... should i call you chigiri, or peanut?"

[thirteenheavens]

absolutely LOVED the mingyu's kid asking for a sibling !! can u do one w wonwoo?? love ur works xoxo

Another sibling?|| Jeon Wonwoo

Notes: hope you guys are enjoying my fics feel free to give me feedback

"Mommy, Daddy?" Your eldest child, Minjun, tugs at your sleeve while you're preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"What is it, sweetie?" you ask, looking down at his innocent face. Beside him, your younger twins Jihye and Daejung stare up at you with matching expressions of curiosity.

"We want another sibling," Minjun announces boldly. "Like Uncle Junhui and Uncle Sooyoung have." The twins nod eagerly in agreement, their eyes shining with excitement. "Please?" Jihye asks, bouncing on her toes. "We promise to share!"

Daejung clings to your leg and looks up at you with his big eyes. "We want a baby brother or sister," he says hopefully. "Just like in the stories." You exchange a surprised glance with Wonwoo who's walking into the kitchen. He chuckles softly and ruffles Minjun's hair. "Well, it doesn't quite work that way," he explains patiently.

"It takes time for babies to grow," you add, kneeling down to their level. "But we love you all very much." Their faces fall slightly, but Minjun perks up again. "Can we at least try for a baby?" he asks seriously. "Please?" Wonwoo chokes on his water while the twins giggle at their brother's directness. You laugh and pull them all into a group hug. "We'll see," you say mysteriously, knowing exactly what they're implying.

Wonwoo watches as the children scamper away, then turns to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "So... they want a sibling, huh?" He moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Looks like we've got some convincing to do," he whispers, his breath tickling your ear.

You blush slightly, remembering your children's innocent pleas. "Don't get any ideas," you scold him playfully, though your body responds eagerly to his touch. Wonwoo grins and nips at your neck. "Too late for that," he murmurs. "Besides, they're not wrong. Another baby would be nice."

"I know they're not wrong," you admit softly, leaning into Wonwoo's embrace. "But we have our hands full with three kids already." Wonwoo presses a gentle kiss to your temple. "We'll figure it out," he says confidently. "But I can't deny that the thought of you carrying my child again... it does things to me." His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you closer against his growing arousal. "Remember how good it felt?" he whispers huskily. "The way we made each other feel?"

"I remember," you breathe out, your body heating up at the memories. "But the risks..." Wonwoo silences your concerns with a deep kiss, his tongue invading your mouth possessively. "We'll take all the precautions," he promises between kisses. "But we can still practice."

His hands slip under your shirt, tracing patterns on your skin as he walks you backward towards the bedroom. "Just like we used to," he whispers seductively. Wonwoo groans in frustration as you pull away from him, a playful smirk on your face. "You're such a tease," he complains, though he can't hide his amusement.

"The kids are right there!" you whisper-shout, still laughing. "Besides, dinner isn't going to cook itself." Wonwoo pouts dramatically, but follows you back to the kitchen, making sure to give you plenty of 'helpful' touches as you prepare dinner. "Fine, but we're definitely discussing this later," he promises with a wink.

[ilyprs]

P I S T A N T H R O P H O B I A | s.geum

───𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛───

pistanthrophobia : the fear of trusting people, forming close romantic relationships, and being vulnerable in interpersonal connections

' in which she can't escape her first love

•seong-je x reader

•part 2. ( u can find the first part on my profile i just couldn’t figure out how to link it !!😭)

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Serim lay awake in her bed for a long time, replaying the entire day in her mind. She couldn't understand how a day that had started off so beautifully could end in such a disaster. The boys hadn't let the topic go, and she literally had to drag them away by their ears to stop them from going back and beating up the other guys. They only winced in pain and swore to her, that if there was something she was hiding from them, they would find out. She had only briefly explained what had happened and had left out important details—like seeing Geum Seong-je again—because if she'd mentioned that, they definitely would have gone back, and it would've ended in bloodshed. Afterward, the boys had walked her all the way to her front door and waited until she was safely inside before making their own way home. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, her friends could tell that something was wrong, and they wouldn't let it go easily.

The thought of Seong-je made her heart ache again. Every day, she had done her best to suppress her feelings for him—and it had worked relatively well, until she saw him again today. The last time she had seen him was quite a while ago, since she had spent months avoiding the places he might be. All the feelings she had fought so hard to bury suddenly came flooding back, and she couldn't believe it. It was all just too much for her to handle at the moment. Determined, she got up and rummaged through her nightstand until she found what she was looking for. Quietly, she grabbed a pack of cigarettes and her favourite lighter that Seong-je had gifted her and stepped out onto the balcony. The chilly air welcomed her and she brought her jacked closer to her body. She never smoked when they used to be together but he had always insisted on her having something that resembled him and gave her a dark red lighter with his initials on. She could never bring herself to throw it away. It was one of the few things she had left of him before he became the way he was now.

Serim rarely smoked—and only when she was completely overwhelmed. It was a habit she'd picked up after leaving him. The smell was oddly familiar and brought her back to those times when she sat on this very balcony, facing him, just watching him. He looked so beautiful in the sunset—his glasses always slipping slightly down his nose, smoking in the chair directly across from hers. The smoke which was lingering on him and the way he breathed it out only had made him hotter than he already was. Sometimes he caught her staring and asked why she was looking at him like that. She always said it was nothing, but they both knew it was much more than that. He then would always get close to her and give her that fucking smirk he always had sitting on his stupidly handsome face, before he leaned in and kissed her. Other times he would just admire her and tell her how beautiful she looked in the sunlight. There were even many instances in which they whispered quiet confessions at each other under the moonlight.

„The moon is beautiful isn't it?"

As the memories rushed back, her heart clenched again, and she lit her cigarette. It was windy, and she had to shield the flame with her hand to get it lit. With a heavy heart, she took a deep drag that didn't even taste good and tried to push the old memories from her mind. But it only brought more pain and sorrow. No matter how much she wished it, nothing would ever be the same again.

She spent exactly 34 minutes on the balcony. When she stepped back into her room, the warm air wrapped around her, making her feel a little better. Quietly, she tucked the pack and lighter back into her nightstand and checked her messages one last time. She didn't want to, but her fingers moved automatically to the archived chats and opened his contact. Two hours ago, he had sent her a picture with a message. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should just ignore it—but her curiosity was too strong. She opened the photo, and her phone almost slipped from her hands.

It showed a bloody hand bent at a strange angle. The fingers were twisted unnaturally, and the hand was covered in scratches, blood, and bruises. Serim didn't need to think twice—she knew exactly who it was. Her breath hitched and she was close to throwing up. It was the guy who had tried to hit her. She had heard his painful screams when she was running away. Serim couldn't believe what she was seeing with her own eyes but she should have known better. She knew that the boy never could have just walked away as if nothing had happened.

As she exited the photo, she saw another message:

"That's what happens to anyone who even thinks about hurting you."

Serim's heart skipped a beat. Seong-je's jealousy wasn't anything new to her, but she had a feeling it had only gotten worse since they went their separate ways. For the past two years, no guy had dared to talk to her—Seong-je had threatened everyone around her with death if they even got close. It was one of the reasons she had to change schools. Seong-je started getting into physical altercations almost daily—just looking at her was enough to piss him off, which led to a lot of problems and fights.

Her fingers trembled as she typed a short message to him. She had sworn never to contact him again, but if innocent people were getting hurt, she couldn't just sit quietly and do nothing. Sometimes, she cursed herself for her compassion and empathy.

"Leave me alone."

Without thinking twice, she hit send. She was about to throw her phone against the wall to escape this madness when it buzzed again, pulling her out of her thoughts. With shaking hands, she looked at the screen. He had replied immediately, as if he'd been waiting the whole time.

"Never."

Serim really was about to throw her phone, but she knew it wouldn't change anything. Instead, she just let it fall onto her pillow and layed down. He would never give up, and she would never have peace. Every time she blocked him, he messaged her from a new number. Even when she changed her number, he would find her new one within days. Lee Serim was never truly free from this boy, no matter where or how far she went. It was impossible to escape him. She knew someone was always watching her—she had caught people following her before, but when she confronted them, the next day it would be someone new and the cycle would just repeat itself. To call him obsessed would be the understatement of the year. He seemed to live and breath only for her. And she was slowly reaching her breaking point. She didn't respond anymore, set her phone aside, and tried to sleep. But her thoughts kept returning to him. Before she drifted off, she blocked his new number too.

⸻

The next morning, she had to force herself out of bed. The night had been long and sleepless, and she was beyond exhausted—but skipping school wasn't an option. She quickly got ready and grabbed a small breakfast. She gave her dad a quick kiss and promised to come to training later, then stepped outside. Just as she opened the door, Gotak was standing there, about to knock. Startled, he flinched, and Serim had to smile. It had become a routine for the two of them to walk to school together every day. Usually, Baku was with them too, but that idiot was currently serving his suspension.

„Morning. You look like shit," Gotak commented, eyeing her with concern. „Did you sleep at all?" he asked as he instinctively took her backpack so she could throw her jacket over her school uniform. Serim bit down on her now-reddened lips—the same way she had all night—and looked at him.

„Thanks, just what I wanted to hear first thing in the morning," she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes before giving him a small hit on the back of his head. She was very grateful for her friends and their honesty but sometimes it was just to much to bare. The worst part was, he wasn't even lying—she really did look awful. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, and she looked like a walking corpse in the mirror that morning. She didn't even have the energy to cover them up, so she accepted her zombie appearance for the day.

Gotak kept watching her with worry as they made their way to school. She had taken her backpack back when he, once again, asked if everything was alright. She knew that no matter what she said, he wouldn't be convinced—but she simply didn't have the energy to explain again and waved him off. Gotak just eyed her suspiciously but left it at that after a while. Serim was in no mood to talk.

⸻

When they arrived at school, she sat at her desk and wanted to start studying right away, when suddenly a small boy with cute glasses rushed into the classroom and frantically started digging through his oversized bag. He moved quickly between the desks, placing some sort of snack on almost every one. Sometimes he picked the wrong one, muttered a quiet curse, and switched it out for the right one. Confused, Serim watched the boy as he suddenly approached her and silently placed a strawberry milk on her desk. Perplexed, she spoke:

„Excuse me, I think you've got the wrong desk."

The boy's eyes widened in panic, and he apologized repeatedly before rushing out again. She stared after him, bewildered. Serim had seen the boy multiple times by now but everytime he seemed to be in a hurry and just rushed off so she never got to talk to him properly.

What was that about?

Lee Serim just shrugged in confusion and tried to drown out the noise of her classmates by putting in her AirPods and focusing on the math book in front of her. Serim was an excellent student who always had top grades. Solving problems came naturally to her. She didn't need to study much, which made her friends jealous—but they made good use of her intelligence and forced her to study with them before exams which sometimes ended with a screaming match that everyone was involved in.

The class dragged on endlessly, and Serim felt like she could fall asleep any second, thanks to the previous night. All she wanted was to crawl back into her room and never come out again. None of her friends were in her class, which made it even harder to stay awake—but she pushed through. She remembered her promise to her Dad to visit the gym after she was done with school and sighed again. All she wanted to do was go home and just sleep for the rest of her damned life.

Just before the class ended, her phone buzzed and suddenly she got a bad feeling. An unknown number lit up on her screen. Her heart immediately sank—she didn't even need to check to know who it was from. Her palms started sweating, and she struggled to breathe. Cursing quietly under her breath, she opened the message.

"8 PM. At our favorite place."

„our“. That was funny. There was nothing left of them or atleast what used to be them.

Just as she read it, another message popped up.

"If you don't come, I'll find you."

Serim could swear her heart stopped. Her mind raced and she found herself imagining multiple ways this could go, and none of them ended good. She was in serious trouble.

„You dumb motherfucker i swear to god!" she whispered quietly as she dropped her head into her hands and closed her eyes while trying her best to not breakdown in the middle of math class.

She was so fucking tired.

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[forsaken-headcanons]

(TW for implied child death !! and body mutation idk. uhh basically the c00lgui did some things. yeah.)

If we're going to start blaming a survivor for being Spectre or for being the reason everyone's there, it's most likely to be 007n7.

NOW HEAR ME OUT PLEASE DON'T BLOW UP MY HOU gunfire sfx

ANYWAY AS I WAS SAYING, if one of the survivors were to be "Spectre", it would most likely be 007n7 for a small list of reasons I've gathered so far.

First off, the survivors and killers. I have a small list of the characters and why he would "forsaken" them.

Noob & Guest 666 - Noob and G666 had an extremely positive friendship back then, which made 007n7 deeply resent them because - how dare the two of them be happy, while he had to suffer in his own guilt for what he had done to Noli? He did some shit and figured out how to fuck with G666's code (I imagine Robloxians are mostly made up of code) and made him what he is in forsaken, hence why G666 mostly has a red-black color palette like his c00lgui (the color palette's definitely a stretch, but whatever </3)

Elliot - This is a really obvious pick. Part of me thinks that he would've let Elliot go if he hadn't pissed him off by banning them from Builder Brothers' Pizza and making c00lkidd extremely emotional and throw a tantrum about it, but I feel like that's just the PizzaBurger shipper in me. If I would be more realistic, he might've just forsaken him out of spite.

The Admins + 1x1x1x1 - Again, really obvious. They tried to supress him and his hacking things yada yada.... He also made Doom a killer out of spite and specifically chose him because... y'know. Doombringer. He is quite literally the bringer of doom??? And he also added 1x1x1x1 to rub more salt in Shedletsky's hypothetical wound.

Taph - Works for the Admins. Also, I feel like at some point, Taph would've demolished 007n7's house because - y'know - falsely terminated, so 007n7 just kept that hate to himself internally because he knew damn well he was gonna get his "revenge" soon.

Two Time & Azure - Similar to Noob and G666, he resents their relationship and how close they were. When he found out that a ritual had been performed and Azure had been sacrificed, he had taken that opportunity and made him into the killer he is in Forsaken, along with sending in Two Time, a way to teach them that no offense goes unpunished.

Guest 1337 - 1337 had a positive and a really happy family. 007n7 envied his joy and decided to take it away from him, just his own was taken away, too. This could explain why Guest was never favored by the "Spectre" and hadn't left him with any tools or items to fend himself with, only his fists and abilities.

Chance - They were always carefree and were surrounded by a BUNCH of people. 007n7, again, envied that. The carefree attitude they always had, their large friend groups, their fame... He had everything, and yet he still had the nerve to let himself be put into dangerous situations for the adrenaline rush. If life-threatening, adrenaline-inducing, scarring experiences was what Chance wanted, 007n7 would give it to them.

Area 51 killers - 007n7 probably had an Area 51 phase as a teen or something. Idk I can't make up anything here except for that.

John Doe & Jane Doe - Again, envy. Seeing their positive marriage had dealt some level of effect on 007n7. He felt envious of the fact the two were happily in love, happily holding a relationship he knew he would never had. The thought of that alone had driven him insane with anger and guilt, corrupting John Doe and leaving Jane Doe only as a mere spectator, never being able to see her own husband face-to-face ever again.

Noli - As a plea of forgiveness. Before he had left Noli for whatever reason, 007n7 knew about Noli's sadistic tendencies and how he used to often torment people with his programs. He had forsaken him as a way to tell him "Hey, I still remember you enjoy this. Please don't ever think I forgot about you." and "I'm sorry for what I did. Here, I'll let you have free will to do whatever you want, as long as it means you'll forgive me."

(This is where the TWs come in !!)

c00lkidd - Had a bit of difficulty figuring out this one without implementing some hcs into it. You know how there was an accident that had something happen to c00lkidd? 007n7 could never forgive himself after that. He spent all night and all day trying to search for kidd, going from town to town, asking locals if they had seen his son, to no avail.

It wasn't until the day he had finally found c00lkidd's body, deep in the woods, dripping in blood. He didn't know what had happened. He didn't know why his son was dead, heartlessly murdered, left in the woods. Driven by guilt, he had tried his best to bring him back to life, tears dripping down his face as he messily fumbled with his son's code, trying to find a way to bring him back warm and into his arms.

All he had ended up doing was disfiguring his own son's body. Arms and legs freakishly longer than a normal 10-year-olds, a wide, sunken smile on his face, and a distorted voice. But it didn't matter. He had brought his son back to life. He knew what he had done was wrong, but he couldn't bring it in himself to undo his craft. Instead, he had opted for sending his son into the crooked world he had crafted, letting him "play" with the survivors and make new friends. After all, all he wanted was the best for his beloved son.

As for 007n7 himself, well...

The one in rounds isn't actually him. It's just a more advanced clone of himself, which is why "he" almost always never smiles, always looks distant or out of it. He had used that puppet multiple times to try to have conversations with his son and former friend, trying to see if they were doing alright in the pocket dimension.

Uhh might add some more on this theory soon <3 my brain is FRIED rn and I still have some homework to do :P

-⛑️🍗 anon

007N7 AS THE SPECTRE AU/THEORY??? WAITT THIS IS LOWKEY PEAK.... we might fw the idea for this actually...

godss the concepts of how everyone got here are so so good!! but trust us when we say we are hunting you down for the potential angst ideas /silly. in tears at c00lkidd's part... 7n7.... 7n7 we don't think that's what your son would've wanted vro 💔💔

[illbegottenfaith]

that one girl from summer camp

you drive yourself up the wall trying to figure out who your best friend is taking to your year's farewell dinner (theo nott x reader, ft. the Slytherin boys)

a/n - before anyone says it I KNOW they can prob just use magic for whatever they're doing but i feel like that wouldn't make for a very fun fic heheh okay enjoyyy

tropes/warning - fluff, friends to lovers, jealous!reader, happy ending, the Slytherin boys being menaces/irritatingly unhelpful

word count - 2k

taglist - @kandralice @justme989898 @iamheretoread1234 @allie-sturns @hzdhrtss @friedfreyfries @bushnellswife @rose-of-the-grave @thaliashifts @pariahsparadise @babene-e @fratbrochrisgf @user089167

May - the one time of year the air smelt so deliciously of tangerines and escape, freedom so close you could taste it. In the midst of all the finals and packing, you and your friends had volunteered to help prep certain areas of the crumbling castle for a little refurbishment. Now, you were dropping by to visit Theo, who was helping pack the majority of the Restricted Section books into boxes.

"Anyway, Melissa and I should get back to packing," Ivy was saying with him half-listening. "It's awful, Theodore. Our room is such a mess, there's barely enough space for the three of us. Especially on Y/N's side of the room."

You glared at her as Theo bent to tick something else off his list. But she only gave you an exaggeratedly saucy wink.

"I guess we'll just...leave Y/N with you."

She ducked as you you brandished a book at her threateningly. You weren't going to let her hear the end of it later.

Melissa had the good sense to steer Ivy towards the exit, who was now making exaggerated kissy faces despite your scowl. Lucky for you, Theo hadn't caught much of it. He glanced up as Ivy was noisily leaving, looking a little lost. You pointed at his box.

"Want some help?"

And so the two of you spent the better part of the next hour emptying It felt nice to watch him work, unbothered - how he distractedly pushed his hair back when he was thinking a little hard, how he hummed when he forgot you were only a few shelves away, how he'd take in a particularly deep breath if he was deeply absorbed in something.

"I can't believe we're finally graduating. I thought it would never end," you sighed, taping a box closed. "Are you staying for the farewell dinner?"

"Yeah." Theo said distractedly, frowning at his list. You watched him carefully.

"Are you...taking anyone?"

Theo's head jerked up.

"What?"

You flinched, startled. You could feel the back of your neck growing warm as you hastily started to explain. "To the dinner. Are you going with someone? It's just, I was wond - "

"Oh." Was it just you, or did he look a little relieved? "Yeah. I mean, yes, I'm hoping to take someone. Someone special. I haven't asked her yet, though."

You put your stack of books down, giving Theo a sidelong glance. He had to be talking about you. Was this him being coy?

"And who exactly is this mystery someone?"

Theo waved a hand dismissively. "No one, really. Just this girl I met at that summer camp. The one after first year, remember?"

Of course you remembered. It had been like one big sleepover for all the first-years, free to explore the castle and terrorise the House head without the threat of finals or detentions (not that a certain greasy-haired professor still didn't try). It was one of your fondest memories, marred only slightly by this girl with dark, deep-set eyes and an unfortunate bowl-cut, bob-esque haircut who constantly followed you and your friends around.

You also remembered that you had only met Theo in your third year, in a shared Herbology class, a good two years after the camp. All of a sudden, your tongue felt too big for your mouth.

"Oh," you said, stupidly. Because what else could you say?

"It only seems fitting after all these years." Theo continued, oblivious to the embarrassment washing over you, scooping up your stack of books like it weighed nothing.

Your face fell. "Right."

You busied yourself with the next shelf of books, and the next, and the next. The two of you worked in silence. You wondered if he noticed how quiet you had become.

"We're out of boxes," Theo said after a while. "I'll have to go get more. Meet back here in 15?"

He was already halfway out the door before you could respond.

You decided a little fresh air would help. In the courtyard, Mattheo was covering the walls with a fresh coat of paint with a few others, a smudge of paint on his nose.

"Mattheo," you called out, walking over to him. "You have a little - "

He looked up inquisitively just as another dollop of paint dripped off the roller and landed on his hair.

"Never mind."

"How goes the library?" he asked, pausing his work. You shrugged.

"Alright. Boring. Fine."

He hummed noncommittally. "Just fine? No...scintillating conversation?"

Mattheo's tone was deceptively casual as he turned back to his work, dunking his roller into the bucket of paint. You narrowed your eyes at the boy suspiciously.

"You know something," you concluded.

"I should hope so, after seven years in this place," Mattheo responded coolly.

"You know who Theo's taking to the dinner."

He paused his dunking efforts, looking genuinely surprised.

"You don't?"

"You do?"

He hesitated, trying to look exceptionally engrossed in wringing out the excess paint.

"Maybe."

"Maybe? Either you know or you don't. Which is it?"

"I might know. I might not," Mattheo continued in that irritatingly smug tone. "But if I did know, I wouldn't be telling you."

You rolled your eyes. "Rude."

He smirked. "It's the truth."

"What's the truth?"

You looked over your shoulder to see Draco walking towards the two of you, lazily tossing an apple. Maybe you'd have better luck with him.

"You wouldn't happen to know who Theo's taking to the farewell, dinner, would you?"

"Not you, that's for sure," he replied almost immediately, taking a generous bite of his apple.

"I know that," you muttered, your voice faltering a little. Merlin knows he had made that exceptionally clear. You cleared your throat awkwardly. Mattheo glared at Draco.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the Astronomy Tower?"

"I'm taking my break."

"Well, go take your break somewhere else. Like with the ferrets."

"Hey," Draco said, the tips of his ears turning faintly pink. "That was one time, and as far as I'm concerned, it was nothing short of child abuse - "

"Animal abuse, more like."

You left the boys to bicker as you morosely drifted back towards the library. If only someone would tell you.

Someone you could trust to be telling the truth.

In a fit of inspiration, you changed course, walking in the opposite direction. What you needed, you had decided, was someone in Theo's inner circle who couldn't bear to lie.

You watched Blaise step out of the Slytherin common room from a short distance away, near the shifting staircases. He was fiddling with his watch but stopped short as soon as he saw you. You smiled cheerily.

"Zabini," you started breezily.

"No."

The boy held out a hand in warning. You frowned at him, appalled.

"Zabini," you said, much more impatiently, taking a step towards him. He let out a strangled sort of sound and stepped back.

"No. I already told Theo I want no part in this - this game of yours."

You scoffed. Someone had to have given him a heads up. "Was it Draco? Was he the one who told you?" That slimy eyesore of a snitch.

"It doesn't matter," Blaise was saying, more preoccupied with finding a way out now that you were drawing closer, closing in on him. "I want nothing to do with it. This is between you and Theo."

You laughed weakly.

"Honestly, Blaise. I just want to have a little chat with you! There's nothing wrong with that. Why are you - where are you going? Why are you walking away from me? Blaise? Why are you run - Zabini! Stop running! TELL ME WHO THEO'S TAKING TO THE - "

Unfortunately, you weren't half the track star Blaise was, and yelling while sprinting at full speed was more than your lungs could take. You decided to take a little breather on the steps, hatefully watching him disappear into the convoluted network of staircases with the most awful stitch in your chest.

"I got the boxes," Theo said brightly as you walked in, "and water."

You were too exhausted to even pretend to be fine. "I'm not thirsty," you mumbled, turning your back to him in dismissal. Theo paused, uncertain.

Though, you thought after a moment, you were feeling a little parched, what with all that running.

"Give me that."

Theo handed the bottle over.

"Are you okay? You look a little..."

You shook your head.

"It's nothing. I've just been running around the castle." Like an idiot.

Theo looked confused. It was a frustratingly adorable look on him. "Whatever for?"

You sighed. You pulled him into the chair next to yours, looking him squarely in the eye.

"Nott."

"L/N," he echoed in a completely serious tone, looking like he was enjoying this more than he should.

"I'm going to be straight with you."

"You do that."

"I need you to be straight with me."

"I'll try my best, ma'am."

"Okay. Why won't you tell me who you're taking to the dinner?"

Theo opened his mouth, but then closed it again, as if deciding better of his response. You hated it. You couldn't remember the last time you kept something from him, other than the very big Something you felt about him, and it felt horrible to have him keep something from you.

"Do you not want me to know?" you asked a little pitifully. You wouldn't like it one bit, but you'd learn to accept whoever it was Theo had taken a fancy to. That's what friends did.

"I do want you to know," he said earnestly. "Trust me, I do, more than you know."

"So tell me."

"You."

"Me what?"

"You. I'm taking you."

You stared at him, silent. He stared back, face equally inscrutable. What kind of sick joke was he playing? Hadn't he embarrassed you enough? You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You worried your bottom lip.

"First you won't tell me who you're taking, now you're making fun of me? Is this all a big joke to you? Do you find this funny?"

"A little."

You stood up. Maybe your reaction wasn't making a lot of sense to either of you, but you had had enough. He finally spotted the gleam in your eyes.

"Wait - Y/N, please, I did mean to ask you. This afternoon."

"Enough with the lying, Teddy. This isn't funny anymore."

"But I'm not lying." He looked so distraught, you almost felt sorry for him.

"Draco already said it wasn't me."

The concern knitted into his face almost instantly evaporated. "Malfoy lied? For fun?" He deadpanned. "Alert the presses."

You floundered. "Well - erm - you said you met her at camp. We only met in third year Herbology."

Theo shook his head, mystified.

"No," he said slowly, "we met at the camp. I'm sure of it." He cocked his head. "Do you seriously not remember me?"

"All I remember is this one - " your heated words died on your lips as you finally out two and two together. That had been no little girl, but a little boy, with hair as wavy and soft and dark as Theo's.

"We did meet at camp," you corrected yourself. "We did." You had to hold back a laugh. "My - my mistake. We met at the camp."

Now he was watching you suspiciously.

"What's so funny?" he asked testily.

You just shook your head, swallowing your smile.

bonus (a few months later):

"Girl?" Theo echoed, scandalised, flipping through your photo album. The two of you were in your dorm, sitting side by side on your bed while Theo looked through your album and you - well, you were just enjoying staring at your boyfriend and his handsome side profile. Your heart gave a giddy jolt. Boyfriend. You'd never tire of hearing the word.

"You thought I was a girl?"

You rolled your eyes. "In my defence, your voice was at a much higher pitch back then. Also, you were 11. I was 11. So..."

Theo shook his head slowly, mumbling disbelievingly under his breath.

"Look - " you pulled the album from his lap towards you. "See, your hair's a little long, so it kind of looks like a bob, and it's sort of overwhelming on your face, which is - "

"What about my face?" Theo asked in a half-injured tone. You grinned. He could be so sensitive sometimes.

You put aside the album, leaning in close enough to see the faint freckles dusting his nose, the faded birthmark near the corner of his eye. You pressed a kiss to your cheekbone.

"Nothing. It's perfect."

[anon-sect]

Picture source: @sarge555

Nick needed help around his house keeping the landscape looking good. He decided to hire someone to keep his landscape looking perfect. Jose was hired and came with good recommendation.

Nick observed Jose's work. He started out good, but soon his work started slacking. He even had to go over some of his yard work to make it look better. He was getting disappointed especially how much he was paying him to take care of his landscape. After the third week of his slackness, he decided to fire him and hire a new landscaper for his yard.

Just as Jose was arriving to work on the yard, Nick approached him. "I really hate to do this, but I think I need to go with a new person for my yard. It's nothing personal, but your work isn't as good as I had expected." Nick explained before Jose could even get started.

"Please, don't fire me. I promise I can do better." Jose pleaded

"I am sorry, but my mind is made up." Nick restated his decision.

"Please, I will do better, I promise. I really need this job. I honestly would do anything." Jose pleaded again.

Nick thought something. There was one thing he needed. He wanted to test out new boots without having to buy them. "There is one thing you can do for me. It's really simple, a can't fail task. Are you interested?" He proposed.

"Oh yes, I will take it." Jose spoke up fast, desperate for employment.

Nick opened up his phone. He put in the setting for the boots he had found online. He pointed his phone camera at Jose and hit the flash option. Instantly, Jose was turned into a pair of fresh new boots. "You look just like the boots I want to buy online. I can't wait to see how comfortable these boots are. I think a week like this should be fine." He spoke to his boots as he tried them on his feet.

Jose saw the flash, and he felt his whole existence change. He couldn't move or speak. His field of view was limited. The light he did see was soon blotted out by what looked like a large-socked foot descending towards his face. He quickly realized that what he heard was really true. He was turned into footwear. He saw Nick's sweaty socked feet press down on his face. He wanted a job badly, but this was something he didn't want. As Nick began to walk, he could feel the surface beneath the soles of his boot bodies. He had to endure that along with Nick's sweaty socked feet pressing down on his face with each step. It was horrible, especially since there was a slight odor coming from the socks. "Change me back, please. I rather leave than to be boots!" He mentally pleaded but with no means to voice his thoughts, nothing was going to change.

"Really nice boots. I can't wait to see how comfortable they are after a week of wearing them." Nick commented about his new boots. They were indeed very comfortable. He might have to purchase a pair after the week of use was over.

SIX MONTHS LATER.....

Nick relaxed looking at the new landscaper working in his yard. The new guy was hired six months ago and was doing an excellent job. The old guy was also doing an excellent job under his feet. He had decided to keep him and save his money. There was no need to buy a pair when his current pair was so perfect. Jose needed a job as he so begged of him. He now had a forever job of serving his feet. And he was actually doing a good job at it.

[filmbyjy]

hi hi hi !! I read your jaywon poly relationship drabble and it was so cute!!! I was wondering if you could maybe do a jayke one if you haven't already? (no rush!!)

-🩷

💬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐤𝐞?

𓂃🖊 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖?

it all started when you and jay had met when you were younger. it was the typical, two families being friends and hence their kids are friends. you were very well acquainted with jay. he knew practically everything about you and watched you grow up.

you both often stayed over at each other's houses whenever anyone of your parents couldn't take care for the day. in a way, the both of you were kinda like siblings but neither of you thought of each other as siblings.

"he's my best friend!"

"she's my best friend!"

the duo that everyone in school envied. everyone at one point thought you two were dating. at one point in time of course because that's how close you two were. since you two knew each other that long, you knew about jay's passion.

"you should become an idol."

"i'm not sure about that. i mean, i can't dance or sing."

"you can always start somewhere. how about this, you and i? dance classes together?"

which was how it went down. eventually, jay gets street casted. you were extremely happy for him. texting him whenever he could read it and making sure to keep the friendship alive. however, it was hard. he had to enter a huge survival show and he was cut off from being able to really communicate on the phone.

you could only manage to talk to him for about 5 minutes and only if they were able to call their parents. it was sad. you were only able to watch your best friend through a screen. the way his happiness was in a way slowing tearing down due to the stress of missions.

there was also always a positive side to this. you were watching your best friend slowly win against other trainees. beating them in some of the missions and you were proud.

"did you watch the episode?"

"mhm, i saw that you did really well."

"thanks."

"i also saw that jake was also doing extremely well."

there was a slight groan from the other side of the call.

"enough with jake, angel. you're on a call with me and we haven't seen each other in months."

"not my fault jake is good looking."

"am i not good looking."

"jay, i've told you countless of times. you're soooo good looking." he chuckles.

"means a lot to me, angel. i really miss you."

"i miss you too."

you two in fact were not dating by this time. why? simply because the both of you were too afraid to ruin whatever you had. jay had confided jake about everything that happened between the both of you. he even showed photos of you to him. jake thought you were mesmerizing. however, this was a complete break of the bro code. how could he start to have feelings for you when jay already had feelings for you.

which was why jake hid it. he can't let jay know. it would be crazy. jay however, found out quite quickly. jake acted out of his own comfort zone. jay wasn't mad in fact he knew it was crazy but he devised a plan. a plan to let you choose. to have two boyfriends or just one. he was crazy but both jay and jake were crazy for you.

"you two what?" you say as jay blurts it out on the call.

"well, since we're both in the final line up. i think we both deserve a prize. we both like you." jay says.

"you two like me." you say whilst looking between the both of them on facetime.

"mhm. look, you don't have to choose one. you can choose to like us both and we promise to love you a lot." jake says.

"won't it be weird?"

"not at all. me and jake have already talked about it. the possibilities and everything else." jay explains.

"you two are insane but i like insane."

which was exactly how you ended up with two boys

𓂃🖊 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖?

lord. they are the best boyfriends ever

since they are rich. i'd like to assume they'd both bring you to a fancy restaurant once in a while for a special occasion.

jay: he's more of a laid back + stereotypical date vibes. example, like beach dates or picnic dates

jake: definitely more of the spontaneous but not too spontaneous as he is afraid of heights and scary things in general

i do think the both of them would love picnic dates

imagine jay pulling out a wine glass and the sandwich he made while jake brings out some ramen that he made

that's haven

for fancier dates, i'd like to imagine them both in suits and them asking you to wear a nice dress they both bought for you🥲

𓂃🖊 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?

i solely believe that jay is quite the cuddly one. he's like a baby in a way. he may seem like he's playing it off and being cool and shit

but really, he's a soft baby (i might cry thinking about it)

jake...i used to believe he wouldn't keep his hands off you but i'm starting to believe that he gives off the 'husband who just came home from work'. that vibes

you don't know what that means? well, it essentially just means he is like a husband who respects your space and makes sure you're okay

he leaves the affection to jay because you two have been friends for a very long time hence he believes you're more comfortable with jay

put them together and i'd like to imagine jake just watching jay giving kisses and you just giggling and fighting your way out of his grasp

you'd run to jake and he would your forehead

god, that's so cute

𓂃🖊 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖?

since they shared a room before, you didn't have any problems. just climb into either one of their beds or 'force' them to share the beds together with you.

however, now that they live on different floors you'd have to choose time and time which floor to crash on.

jay likes to spoon you from the back as you sleep. his arms wrapping around your waist as you're asleep

jake likes to hold you close. letting you to hug him while you sleep because he wants to keep you close and protected.

when it comes to sleeping together in one bed, you have to pray the bed is a king size bc how are you going to fit in bed with two grown men.

i feel like if you're also in the same bed as them, it would be like jay spooning you from the back and jake hugging you from the front

most efficient way to honestly sleep together with them

they also don't mind because jay would maybe wake up first and make breakfast while you and jake just sleep in

𓂃🖊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜?

don't get me started, i feel like i could talk about jay and jake's love languages all day long but i wouldn't want to bore you guys

jay is the definition of husband. he cooks, he cleans (for you and not jake bc jake should do it by himself. jk, our jay is a sweetie)

he is the type to just kiss you before he leaves work and then come back home to wrap his arms around your waist in a back hug after coming home (LORD SAVE ME)

i do believe jay is an acts of service man. like that man will do things for you without a word. of course, words of affirmation. he always does that. he has such a sexy brain and i want to kiss him for that

now jake, he is boyfriend coded. no wait, like you know the vibes of childhood best friends to lovers typa thing? yeah that type of affection

please tell me some of you guys play love and deepspace. jake is so caleb coded. good lord, someone please make an au of jake as caleb PLEASE

jake protects and attacks. he will always kiss your forehead. i wanna cry thinking about that.

okay, okay. jake's love languages. definitely physical affection. he has his arm around you any chance he can. i'd say quality time, he loves to see you too. those two are the biggest love language that i feel like jake would probably be.

overall though, i feel like when it comes to the both of them they'd probably also give gifts. like imagine them coming back from a tour spot, they'd probably buy something for you.

then maybe go out with you to some fancy restaurant to eat bc let's face it. you have the two most richest members of enha as your boyfriend.

(jay is definitely a spender whilst jake is probably stopping him from buying you things to spoil you)

"i'm buying this for her. love, put it on now and then show me how hot you look in it." - jay probably

"it's $100, you're spoiling her too much. she already has the same dress in a different colour. she doesn't need one more." - jake

𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

please sedate me. i want jayke to be both my boyfriends. PLEASE. i give it a 1000/10 FOR BEING BOYFRIENDABLE

a/n: i'm actually appalled by myself. 2 whole years of this ask being in the dungeon💔💔 you're free now my child😭 this was also in a way, just slightly self-indulge bc well you see i like jay and jake.

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