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[kithtaehyung]

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[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[the-heron]

congrats 2 henry peglar for being the only bitch confirmed as to be Fucking That Old Man

[dawnthefluffyduck]

New game interest unlocked

(crow in bottom right belongs to @patchwork-crow-writes)

[fairy-ganj-mother]

I found all my *senior year of hs, freshman and sophomore year of* college pics and I am dying laughing

[si3rren]

Vein Theory

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my wattpad story - ༒︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄 - 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 ༒︎

bsf!Jake Sim x shy! fem reader | friends to lovers | smut | hand kink

author note: because you know damn well those hands were never safe. HIS HANDS ARE CRAZYYY DOES HE KNOW IM INSANE

warnings: face grabbing, choking (light + sexual), intense kissing (lip biting, spit string), fingers in mouth, pussy rubbing, fingering, light slapping, filthy talk, dominant!Jake, friends to lovers tension, praise kink, light degradation, eye contact kink, consensual teasing, mouth on fingers spit play, aftercare

summary: You never meant for him to notice. But Jake caught you admiring his hands—those veiny, perfect hands—and that was all it took to change everything. From friends to something far, far messier.

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You didn’t mean to stare. You should’ve been paying attention to the worksheet in front of you, highlighter cap between your teeth, pretending you knew what the hell Jay was talking about as he ranted about tension force. Instead, your eyes were locked on his hands—Jake’s hands. The veins along his wrist, the way his fingers flexed as he rolled up his hoodie sleeves, the subtle strength in them as he scrawled something onto his notes. And it wasn’t the first time. But today, under the shitty library lighting, they seemed unfairly distracting. Beautiful. Dangerous.

Your gaze lingered too long. When Jake looked up, brows raised slightly, you dropped your eyes so fast it made your head spin. He didn’t say anything at first, but you felt it—the weight of his gaze on you, like he was piecing something together, like he’d just discovered the secret you’d been trying so hard to hide.

The room emptied out. Heeseung slung on his backpack with a yawn, Jay teased some throwaway line about you and Jake finally making out, and Sunghoon barely glanced up from his phone before following them out. The door clicked shut. Silence.

Jake didn’t move. He just stared at you, the corner of his mouth quirking up when you fidgeted.

“You like my hands,” he said, voice low and steady, no hint of teasing.

You froze.

“I—no, I wasn’t—” You couldn’t finish the sentence.

“You did,” he said again, softer, like he was humoring you. His eyes dropped to your lips, then back up. “You’ve been looking at them for weeks.”

Your breath caught. You couldn’t deny it. Not when he was looking at you like that. And especially not when he reached across the table and tilted your chin up with two fingers.

“You like how they look when I do this?”

Your heart stopped. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, coaxing it open. You didn’t mean to let your tongue peek out, but it did, and Jake’s pupils darkened.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed.

His hand moved so slow, so deliberate, when he slid two fingers past your lips. You gasped softly, lips wrapping around him without thinking. His other hand cupped your jaw, steadying you.

“Suck,” he said, and it wasn’t a request.

You did. Shyly, tentatively at first, and the groan that rumbled low in his chest made you feel dizzy. His gaze was locked on yours, like he couldn’t look away. Like he was memorizing this.

Then Jake stood abruptly, pushing back from the table. He rounded it, grabbed your chair, and pulled it back. Dropping to one knee in front of you, he slid his hands up your thighs, warm and strong, worshipful. You whimpered when his fingers skimmed the edge of your skirt.

“Keep looking at me,” he whispered. “I want to see your eyes when I make you fall apart.”

His thumbs hooked your panties, sliding them down so slow it made you ache. He kissed the inside of your thigh, soft and reverent. And when he stood again, he didn’t give you a chance to think. He kissed you—hard, consuming, like he’d been waiting forever. His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones, lips devouring yours.

You clung to his hoodie, breathless.

“Off,” he said against your mouth. “Take it off.”

You did, trembling. His gaze raked over you, and he swore under his breath.

“You’re so fucking pretty.”

His mouth crashed onto yours again, and this time when he kissed down your neck and bit at your collarbone, you gasped. His hands explored—your waist, your hips, your thighs—fingers firm, possessive, but never cruel.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, voice thick with need.

“I want you to touch me,” you breathed.

Jake groaned, guiding your hand to his. “Show me.”

You led him between your thighs, and the sound he made was pure sin. His fingers slid against your slick skin, finding your clit with practiced ease.

“God, you’re soaked,” he said, like it wrecked him. “Is this what happens when you look at my hands?”

His fingers worked you slow, circling, teasing, until your hips bucked.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded softly, tilting your chin up. “I want to see everything.”

You obeyed. You had to.

His fingers slid inside—one, then two—and the stretch made you gasp. He watched your face, smirking at how your mouth fell open, at the desperate little sounds you made.

“Look at you,” he said, voice dropping even lower. “Clenching around me like you’ve been waiting for this.”

His thumb stroked your clit while his fingers curled just right, and you were already shaking.

Then he slapped your cheek—light, testing.

You moaned.

“You like that?” he asked, grin sharp.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

His fingers pushed deeper, faster. His other hand wrapped gently around your throat.

“I’m gonna choke you while you come,” he whispered. “Wanna feel that little gasp you make when you fall apart for me.”

And he did. His hand tightened just enough, his pace relentless.

“Come for me, baby,” he said, eyes blazing.

You shattered. Your body convulsed around his fingers, the world narrowing down to him, his voice, his eyes on you as you moaned his name.

When it was over, he held you close, lips brushing your temple, heart pounding against your back.

“I meant it,” he murmured.

You blinked up at him, dazed. “Meant what?”

He kissed your cheek, tender. “You drive me insane.”

And he smiled.

“Guess I just needed to catch you staring at my hands to finally do something about it.”

[moonstruckme]

Im obsessed with how u write Remus and james! This is a weird request but can you write smt smutty but maybe the reader has an insecurity about her butt/legs 😭 so sorry but I feel like I always see some about smaller chest but what about the girls with smaller butts mannnnn

Thank you for requesting angel!

cw: not very smutty but mdni please, reader is insecure of her butt/thighs being smaller, some d/s dynamics sorry I'm uncurable

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Things escalate quickly once you get into Remus’ room. You’re supposed to be…well, you know Remus’ invitation to come inside so he could lend you his book was in earnest. You were earnest, too, when you kissed him sweetly in the sitting room. It’s just that after that, you’d both found out at the same time that his flatmate wasn’t home, which has never happened when the two of you were at his before, and so perhaps it was a collaboration of mood and timing and coincidence that’s led to your current circumstances. 

Your trousers and Remus’ shirt discarded on his floor. Tea left to cool in the sitting room. Heavy breaths and unquieted sounds in an empty apartment. Those circumstances. 

“Come here,” Remus rasps, his hand splayed over the small of your back. Remus has large hands, with long fingers, and the span of them makes you feel safe. He kisses you urgently. “Come here.” 

You laugh, breathless. “I’m here.” 

The throaty, dissasifed sound which emanates from him makes you laugh more. You feel airy with it, fizzy, bubbling over. Remus moves his hand from your back to hook it under your knee, pulling your leg further across his hip. You’re lying facing each other on pillows that smell like him. It takes you a second to figure out what he wants. 

When you do figure it out, rolling on top of him, you’re rewarded with a kiss so deep you half wonder what Remus is trying to draw out. If he’d only tell you, you’re sure you’d let him have it. You’d give him anything. 

“You’re amazing,” he breathes. His fingers curl around the back of your neck, thumb stroking your jaw as he kisses up at you. 

You feel amazing. You’ve never felt so beautiful, so desirable and cared for, as when Remus talks to you this way. You run a hand up his chest, feeling scars and muscle under your fingertips. You roll your hips over him. 

Remus groans low and deep in his throat. His grip on your knee slips upward, pulling you closer. Short fingernails dig into your buttcheek. 

You take in a stilted breath. Remus notices the difference. 

He pulls away, his hand on your backside turning gentle. “Sorry,” he pants. “Did I hurt you?” 

“No.” You shake your head, hard enough to dislodge something, hopefully. Your eyes close. “No, sorry.” 

“You can tell me if I’m being too rough.” Remus rubs up and down the back of your thigh, slow, comforting. Something in your stomach knots tight. 

You wish he would stop touching you there. It doesn’t feel like a fair thought to have when he’s being so kind. It’s not that you don’t like when Remus touches you, even, just that you wish he wouldn’t perceive that part of your body at all. Knowing he’s feeling it under his hand, you can’t help but narrow all your focus to that one area. It feels like the first time you’d brushed shoulders accidentally; sparks, except this time not in a nice way. 

“I’m sorry.” Remus looks worried now. He can tell something’s the matter, just not what it is. “I should have asked.” 

You shake your head. “No, I’m sorry.” You kiss him once in consolation before dropping your forehead to his shoulder with a sigh. “It’s not you.” 

Remus is silent for a few moments, though his hand covers the back of your head. He pets your hair. “It’s alright if it’s me,” he murmurs eventually. 

“No, it’s not you. It’s my bum.” 

You feel ridiculous saying it aloud, and so you laugh, quiet and half nervously. Remus laughs with you, also quiet and entirely confused. “Pardon?” 

“It feels weird to have you touch my bum, because it’s…well, I don’t have much of one, do I?” 

“What? Yes, you do.” 

“Remus, I’ve seen it.” 

“So have I.” He keeps petting your head. His other hand, thankfully, has drifted up to rest on the small of your back. Even in disagreement, Remus cares to see you comfortable. “Lovely, I feel like there’s something I’m missing here. Is it the size of it that bothers you?” 

You nod abashedly. 

“How would you want it to look?” 

“I don’t know. Different.” 

Remus hums pensively. “You know that I don’t share that opinion, don’t you?” 

“Yeah—I mean, I guess. It’s not like you’ve had a lot of time to form an opin—” 

“No. Look at me,” he interrupts you, in a no-nonsense tone you’ve not heard from him before. It stills you. “Y/n, look at me.” 

You do. Remus’ eyes are stern. “I think you are perfect,” he says. 

You stare at him. 

“Are you listening to me? You’re perfect. Every bit of you.” 

“Okay,” you say after a moment, your mouth dry. “Sorry.” 

Remus cups your face. His long thumb sweeps across your cheek. “I don’t want you to be sorry, sweetheart,” he tells you. “I want you to understand me. You can believe whatever you want about yourself; I can’t change that, even if I don’t like it. But I won’t have you believing that I think you’re anything other than beautiful.” He pauses, looking you in your eyes. “Do you understand?” 

You nod. 

“Use your words, please.” 

“I understand.” 

“Perfect.” He kisses the space between your brows. You shut your eyes into it, heart pulsing at the base of your throat. “Thank you.” 

Slowly, giving you a chance to stop it, Remus’ hand slips over the curve of your spine again. His hand is large enough to engulf your buttcheek when he splays his fingers, and it doesn’t make you feel as self-conscious as you might have expected. You feel safe. It’s not sparks; it’s easy, it’s slipping into a warm bath, it’s being desirable and cared for. Remus holds your gaze, and you feel amazing.

“Is this alright?” he asks softly. 

You nod. “Yeah.” 

Remus doesn’t look smug, or self-congratulatory, but his eyes warm with a sort of pride as he pulls you down to meet his lips again. You think it’s for you.

[celestialprincesse]

Ex bf!Simon🖤✬

You're still close. Both mature adults, and you know him better than anyone - he can't lose you, can't stand the thought of letting go of the one person who understands him better than anyone.

When he comes back from deployment and you practically beg him to come to this new club in town with you, he almost says no, really really wants to say no, but when you look at him with saucer wide eyes and a little pleading squeeze to his hand, he agrees to pick you up at nine. Tells you to wear something pretty. He knows you always look pretty, really, but he can't help but miss being able to show you off.

When he picks you up on his black YZF R1, sees you standing there on the sidewalk, he has to adjust his seat on the bike with how embarrassingly hard he gets at just the sight of you all dressed up for him.

"I thought you'd bring the truck." You whine as he hands you his 'spare' helmet that he actually just bought with you in mind. Simon gives you an affectionate little pat on the thigh when you slide on the bike behind him, unable to stop your dress from rucking practically to your hips, the thin lace of your panties inadvertently brushing against his lower back, the worn leather of his belt inconveniently pressing into your clit and you try to think of anything but how wet it's making you. "Traffic's bad tonight, can get there faster on this." He explains, muffled by his helmet.

He keeps a hand on your thigh the whole way there, just like he did when you were together, claimed that it reassured him you were still there, still safe.

Walking into the club is an assault on your senses, and you involuntarily curl into his side as he guides you to the bar, a hand snaking around your waist to settle protectively on your hip, thumb caressing the slightly raised line of your underwear without realising how much it riles you up.

Simon easily manoeuvres you over to the bar, one hand on you at all times, keeping you with him, keeping you safe. He calls his drink order to the bartender over the heavy thump of the music before giving your side a little pinch to pull your attention back to him' "Did you say something?" You hum as you're pulled from your daze. "What d'ya want to drink, baby?" The sound of the music obscures the old pet name that comes out in moments like this where the line in the sand between you is blurred by loud music and the comfort of his hands on your body. "Moscow Mule."

He keeps you tightly to his side as much as possible, occasionally grabbing you by the pressure point in the back of your neck when you get distracted and wander off.

Simon lets you have your fun - until some sleazy bloke who looks like trouble has his hands on your hips, grinding your ass into his pelvis with a smug grin, thinking he's got you hooked. "Hands off, mate." Simon grunts into his ear, a hand snaking around your front, settling on your navel as he pulls your back to his front, and when you turn to look indignantly up at him, he leans his head down to speak directly in your ear. "He was minging, baby." And goes on to soothe you like a petulant child when you go to complain about being able to make decisions for yourself. "Didn't see 'im lookin' at you the way I did, yeah? Just trying to protect my girl."

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meant for this to be a drabble but I'm alr thinking about NSFW pt2. Feeling slutty!!!

💕🎀

[azulpitlane]

vicious I ln4

pairing: lando norris x reader, a little of charles leclerc x reader🫣 summary: lando's fans always attack you yet he does nothing to defend you, inspired by vicious by sabrina carpenter notes: if youre the anon that requested this sorry it took so long lol! but you were so sweet ty masterlist, part two

yourusername

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yourusername lil getaway

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user wait is she dating lando??

user there's been rumors of them dating for months but neither of them have confirmed user hopefully not lol

user i had no idea she went on this trip

user yeah cause lando never posts her or even likes her posts lmfaoaofda

user am i the only one that finds her annoying...

user nooo everyone else does lol shes always leeching off lando

yourbff ur perfect babe liked by yourusername

user pls dont let this be a hard launch🧎‍♀️lando get UP

user of course she has to post lando🤣she needs him for the likes

maxfewtrell spent more time on the ground than actually skiing

yourusername SHHHH it was my first time

user why are all these comments about lando?? im only looking at her😍

f1gossip

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f1gossip Y/n Y/l/n spotted in Bali celebrating New Years at Martin Garrix's show, possibly with Lando Norris. The two have sparked dating rumors for a few months now but no confirmation has been made from either of them.

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user we might have to start accepting that theyre dating☹️

user I REFUSE

user wait im new to the fandom, whys everyone hating on y/n i love her music...

user shes always posting lando for attention and he clearly has no interest in her, he doesnt even like her posts user plus his ex >>>>>>> y/n

user she doesnt deserve him, he needs someone lowkey and y/n is such an attention whore

user not surprised shes there, always leeching on him

user right like girl give him space, he aint yours

user im a y/n defender idgaf. everyone in these comments are just jealous liked by yourbff

user yikes... user defending someone who needs a man to stay relevant lol ok

user i miss luisinha😭

user im convinced theyre still dating and shes using lando for pr

y/n hey lan, i safely made it back to the hotel

lando 👍

y/n i still dont understand why you wanted me to leave early though, its not even midnight :(

lando y/n, we talked about this. there was lots of paparazzi there and if they saw us together on midnight they would think we're dating

y/n we ARE dating... why are you acting like we arent?

lando yk what i meant im just trying to protect you from the craziness that comes from dating me baby

y/n im already getting hate, hows hiding me any different?

lando lets just not do this tn. yk how much worse its gonna get it if we confirm anything listen i love you, isnt that enough?

y/n yeah, ily too

lando ill see you later tn❤️

lando baby where are you? come on it was a drunk mistake, yk i only love you it was just martins friend, you know her

y/n oh the girl you told me not to worry about?

lando it didnt mean anything why are you acting like this?

y/n because you fucking cheated. im leaving and im moving out of the apartment

lando please dont, im sorry baby i love you

y/n you say you love me but you can never prove it you hid me away for a whole year, was it so you could hook up with other girls?

lando of course not wth but since there's clearly no trust in this relationship maybe we should end it i wish you the best y/n read

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yourusername new year same me, wasnt ever the problem

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yourbff YES WIFEY liked by yourusername

user she unfollowed lando omg.

user WAR IS OVERRRR

pietrapilao out of sight out of mind🧘‍♀️ liked by yourusername

user is this about lando omg...

luisinhaoliveira99 😍😍 liked by yourusername

user ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? user WHEN DID THEY MEET??? user I NEED THE TEA RNNNNNN

charles_leclerc 🖤

user OH?

user what is going on in these comments omg??

user shes finally realized lando will never date a girl like her

user hahaha fr she finally deleted all her posts with him user probably gonna go for piastri now🤣

yourusername

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yourusername took some time off music but dont worry, im back and ready to prove i dont need anybody to stay successful

vicious is out now💌

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user OH NOWWW LANDO LIKES HER POST

yourbff sooo back baby

user this has to be about lando...

user the lyrics are heartbreaking omg

user you all owe her a big apology for the way you treated her

charles_leclerc you look good in red this comment has been deleted

charles_leclerc love it! this comment has been deleted

charles_leclerc congrats on the new song!!

taylorswift 💌❤️

user yall better not start switching up!! if you were hating on her, stay away

user are we just going to ignore charles' deleted comments??

user bro was NERVOUS

user we dont know if this is about lando!! they were just friends

user you toxic lando fans need to stay away🙄 she was never seen with anyone else this past year so its clearly about him. hes not some saint you paint him out to be user exactly!! you guys are acting like you know him

user her shirt saying loyal🫣thats gotta be a diss

landonorris

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landonorris pretty vicious life im living rn

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user the caption??? the hard launch??? oh thats not-

maxfewtrell bro. no.

user his own best friend doesnt approve of his behavior😬

user this winter break drama is something else

user lando i cant keep defending you. why would you caption it this.

user IS THAT NEW YEARS KISS GIRL ON THE THIRD SLIDE???

user yess i found her @ shes martin garrix's friend and she was at that party

user anyone else notice luisa unfollowed him??

user she chose her side HAAHAH user pretty ironic cause so many fans were comparing y/n to her and now theyre friends🤣

user whys everyone mad?? its his private life why do you guys care

user oh so now you guys are giving him privacy?? but when he was rumored to be with y/n you were hating...the hypocrisy

yourbff alexa play obsessed by mariah carey🥱

user OOP user the girls are fightingggg

user not even a y/n fan but this was a bit unnecessary...

user "you dont feel remorse, you dont feel the effects" 🫠

f1gossip

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f1gossip Despite hard launching their relationship just one week ago, Lando's new girlfriend has been spotted getting cozy with a different guy! The leaked pictures have already caused for her to go private on all social medias😬

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user karma is A GOD

user i know y/n is having a good day today

user omfg poor lando :(

user womp womp

user i bet he is regretting his decisions rn😭

user y/n nation won today, ln4 nation taking L after L

user we cant catch a break😩

user WHAT IS GOING ON WITH LANDO RN

user craziest winter break yet jeez

Instagram Messages

charles_leclerc hey y/n! i know we havent spoken much but ive seen how lando treated you the few times you were at races and i apologize for never speaking on it i just wanted to tell you you're a great person and your music is so amazing if you ever need anything please just shoot me a text!

landonorris y/n you blocked my number? im sorry about everything baby can we please just talk?

yourusername

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yourusername im soooo sorry for your loss😊

my new single feather is out now!! special thanks to @charles_leclerc for helping me out in the music video, had so much making it <3

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user this mv was so hot omg

user I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS BUT I LOVE

user i know a certain someone is FUMING

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[shouyuus]

hiii rain how are you doing beautiful💞

what do u think about long-distance relationship!vi

a quick lil thing bc its been a long day u__u; i'm alright bby! still sick but im getting better slowly!!! <3

tiny lil bit 18+, mdni, vi-shaped brainrot as per usual

longdistance!vi who has a separate ringtone just for you, so she'll always know when it's you calling; she never misses a phone date, even if she's a little late sometimes, who nearly fumbles her phone when she tries to answer, so eager, every single time, who stares down at the image of you with the goofiest smile, because god how'd she get so lucky?

longdistance!vi who will phone you in the morning just to brush your teeth together, the both of you still half-asleep, messy hair and all, doesn't say a word, but will make faces at you when she's rinsing her mouth, gargles extra loud just to try and make you laugh so you'll choke on your toothpaste, winks when she catches you staring at her when she steps back to change, doesn't mute at all when she pees right after, laughing when you roll your eyes and hang up, only to call back a second later, her face shoved up against the screen, distorting her features just to say, "it's healthy to pee in the morning!"

longdistance!vi who's never shy with telling you that she misses you and is unrepentantly needy, texts you at all hours of the day, whines that life must hate her because you're so far apart, counts down the hours till she gets to see you again in person (three months, two days, and thirteen hours --)

longdistance!vi who doesn't hold back describing to you all the things she's gonna do to you the second she gets her hands on you, even as she's got a hand shoved down her own panties, the sound of your whines in her ears -- "god, can't wait to fuck you till you're cumming around my fingers -- you're always so wet for me baby --" "miss how you taste, miss the way you pull my hair --" "want you to cum on my mouth over and over, can you do that for me, baby? yeah?" "lemme hear you cum, doll, that's right -- moan nice and loud for me -- yeah, fuck the neighbor, he can complain to me when i get there."

longdistance!vi who definitely makes good on her promises, and then some, but you'll wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs in the morning, to the sound of her humming in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts; who can't help the smile that takes over her face when she turns around to see you standing in the doorway of your bedroom, wearing of one her old band tee's, your hair a bird's nest tangle from the night before.

"morning, princess -- sleep well?"

you patter up to her, press a kiss to her cheek, reach up for the moka pot to make some coffee.

"mm... depends on what well means -- we didn't get to sleep till wayyyy late," you tease, tugging two mugs from their hooks on the wall, bending over the fridge for the milk carton.

"yeah well -- 's not like we had plans today other than chillin' at home and --" she leans over to mouth at your neck, looping an arm around your middle, groaning into your skin even as you giggle and let her suck yet another hickey into your shoulder.

"i thought you wanted to go grocery shopping today? weren't you gonna make me vander's famous meatballs?"

she sighs, hooking her chin over your shoulder.

"fine, fine... but that can wait till the afternoon right?"

"sure it can," you say, laughing as she waddles the pair of you back to the stove to flip the bacon and eggs.

longdistance!vi who's always been terrible at goodbyes, who lingers too long and almost misses her flight, but she'll always be the last one waving, either by the airport drop-off or in the window of her cab, who texts you nearly immediately as you're out of sight, reminds you to drive safe, that she misses you already, and that she's already counting down the days till she can see you again.

[peachycocaine]

Sugar coated

Pairings: cuck!lee myungi + thanos x fem!reader

I put the reqs aside for this one im sorryy :< ngl this popped up in my head then i saw a similiar fic so it gave me motivation to write this!! I'll be working on the reqs shortly though so stay tuned :3

Tw: threesome, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, language, nsfw. 18+ mdni (also reader got an abortion in this fic) not proof read don't come for me

You had walked into this hell hole due to some heavy debts you couldn't afford to pay, if your life wasn't shit before it's shit now. It kept getting worse, first you woke up in some fuckass green tracksuit with a number on it, in some random place with hundreds of other people, then you had to play kids games where they actually shot people dead and then, the cherry on top, your ex, the reason you were in here, was here too. He made you buy some shady ass coin, got you pregnant and in debt then left you to fend for yourself. You despised him, he was dead to you. Seeing his face made your blood boil, but at the same time you couldn't help but pray he'd make it out safe after every game. He didn't notice you at first but when he did, he started acting all concerned for you as if he didn't do this to you in the first place. You always gave him the cold shoulder every time he approached you. Things weren't good for him here either, he ran into some of his viewers and they claimed he got them in debt by promoting that coin. Well it was partially their fault too, for being gullible idiots and taking the huge gamble. They'd get into a quarrel every now and then, you'd just watch from a distance. After the game mingle, myung gi approached you saying he wanted to start over once you both got out of this place. At first you thought he'd finally got his shit together and was thinking logically until he brought up some other crypto scam. You should've known he didn't care about you, he only cared for the money. You pushed past him and stomped away and he just followed you, trying to reason with you. To your dismay, some people were observing the two of you closely. The purple haired man had his arm draped around min su's shoulder, blabbering out some bullshit before his lap dog interrupted.

"Dude, check that out." Nam gyu said with a grin on his face. "What're they on about?" Thanos watched closely. "They're definitely a thing, he got time to snag up some gig in this place while we're in debt because of him" nam gyu chuckled while elbowing thanos' shoulder. Thanos watched you walk away from myung gi, a plan brewing in his head. Later that day, when it was meal time, myun gi went to take a leak and thanos followed behind shortly. He walked up to myun gi with his arms crossed and a shit eating grin. "So. A little birdie told me that you copped yourself a bitch in here, a pretty one at that" his grin grew wider. Myung gi's expression faltered for a short second, "i dont know what youre talking about" he avoided his gaze and shoved past him. Thanos didn't let him get off the hook that easily and grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around. "If she ain't your bitch then you wouldn't mind me making her mine would you?" Myung gi scoffed "leave her out of this, she doesn't have anything to do with this" myung gi responded defensively, narrowing his eyes. Thanos chuckled "nah man, whats yours is mine, especially after that stupid stunt you pulled on me. Until you pay me back my shit, you my slave" he tapped myung gi's head with two of his fingers. Myung gi's jaw tensed "and what the fuck does she have to do with this? Are you implying something?" He said through gritted teeth, thanos pushed his lower lip forward, thinking for a moment. "Maybe i am, how about this. You let me have a round with your girl and i'll leave you alone" a smug smile tugged at his lips. Myung gi clenched his fist and sighed, he was contemplating. After thinking it through he nodded. "We got a deal, come over to my bunk when it's lights out." He mumbled in defeat, thanos smirked "right decision man" he bumped myung gi's arm with his fist playfully before walking away.

You went over to myung gi's bunk after the lights went off, wondering why he had told you to meet him after lights off. You stood beside his bunk, gently tapping his shoulder. He got a bit startled before sitting up to face you. "Oh hey.." he mumbled. You raised your eyebrow at his strange behaviour "what is it? Why'd you call me over?" you were getting suspicious now, he was fiddling with his fingers and avoiding your gaze. He cleared his throat, finally speaking. "So.. i need you to listen to me, i know i should've asked you beforehand but.. i've made a deal with someone that involves you.." his voice trailed off as he pressed his lips together, trying to form his next sentence. "And..?" You looked at him expectantly. "And like, i need you to fuck a guy okay?!" He snapped before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. Your eyes widened, his words hit you in the face like a slap. "What?! Have you gone crazy? Do you think im some object you could sell and fucking buy like those stupid crypto coins?" You said in disbelief. You knew your ex was an asshole but you never expected him to go this far. "Look, please, i need you to do this. Think about me for a moment, he said he'd stop bothering me about the money if i let him have his way with you" myung gi pleaded and you just glared at him. "Well hell, think about yourself! I'm not trading my body for you!" you snapped before turning on your heel to leave, just as you turned around you were met with thanos' chest. You instantly looked up to see thanos grinning at you, the red light making his expression visible. "Woah woah woah senõrita, what's all this fuss about?" He chuckled as he took a step closer to you and you took a step back. "W-who are you..?" Your voice came out timid and small. Myung gi slapped a hand over his forehead "he's the guy i made the deal with." He muttered under his breath. Thanos tilted his head, his cocky grin grew wider. "That's right, so do your best, girl." You looked back at myung gi then him. You'd be lying if you said he wasn't jaw droppingly good looking. You swallowed the lump in your throat. "I don't even know who you are! Why would i sleep with y-" you were cut off as thanos covered your mouth with his hand. "Quiet, slut. Don'tcha see people are sleeping?" His face inched closer to yours. Myung gi watched all this unfold before him, his stomach churned as he watched thanos treat you so poorly. Thanos peeled his hand off your mouth, now muffling your protests with his own mouth. His lips came crashing onto yours, taking you in a deep, rough kiss. You wanted to push him off but something in you made you kiss him back.

Thanos dipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring it as his teeth clashed into yours. Myung gi held his head in his hands, looking down at the fabric of his blanket as muffled noises and kissing sounds resonated in his ears. Thanos pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your tongues. You panted and he smirked. "On the bed." He demanded and you did as you were told. You crawled onto myung gi's bed and myung gi instantly looked up at you and thanos. "What the fuck? Don't tell me you're gonna fuck on my bed!" He shot thanos a glare. Thanos simply chuckled "yes we are, and you're going to watch us." He smirked viciously as myung gi's eyes widened. Myung gi was sitting against his pillow and you sat on the other end of the bed, facing him. Thanos sat behind you, his hands exploring your body. You leaned into his touch, pressing your back against his chest as he groped your tits through the fabric of your tracksuit. Your breath became ragged as he gave your breast a particularly harsh squeeze. "How's it feel watching your girl getting felt up by 'nother man huh?" Thanos snickered at the way myung gi stared daggers at him.

Myung gi watched shamefully as thanos continued touching and groping you. The lewd noises and expressions you made had myung gi clenching his jaw, a glint of envy flashing through his eyes. Thanos kept direct eye contact with myung gi as he slipped his hand inside your pants, giving your clit deep strokes. Your body tensed and your back arched, you let out soft moans as thanos rubbed your pussy lazily. "I'm feelin' a bit nice today, how bout we share her, hm?" Thanos said as he slapped your pussy making you yelp. Myung gi muttered something under his breath before grabbing you by the throat and pressing his lips onto yours. Thanos cooed from behind continuing his movements on your clit. If someone beside you were to wake up, they'd see the sinful sight of you sandwiched between two guys. You moaned into myung gi's mouth as thanos fastened his pace on your sensitive bud. You could feel the tent in his pant grinding against your ass. Myung gi sucked on your tongue as he grabbed your hand and guided it towards his bulge. He rubbed his clothed erection against your soft palm as thanos grinded his against your ass. You felt so dirty for getting so fucking wet.

Myung gi pulled away, panting as he eagerly pulled his pants down. Thanos saw this and smirked, removing his hand from your pussy making you whine. Thanos followed after myung gi, pulling down his track pants just enough to let his cock free. "What you waiting for, girl? Strip for us" you obliged, taking off your shirt and pants. Thanos positioned you on all fours, already dragging his heavy head up and down your soaked slit. Myung gi tapped the tip of his cock on your lips, signaling you to open your mouth. You circled his tip with your tongue before licking a stripe through his slit, gaining a groan from him. "Bet her mouth feels good" thanos mumbled as he began pushing in slowly. His fat cock stretched out your walls making your toes curl. Before you could make a noise, myung gi shoved his dick into your mouth, the sudden intrusion making you gag around his cock. Thanos bottomed out in one swift thrust, if myung gi's cock wasn't shoved down your throat right now, you would've been screaming. Thanos didn't bother giving you time to adjust as his hips started moving. He grabbed your plushy hips to hold you in place and started ramming his dick into you without mercy. You choked and moaned around myung gi's cock as he fucked your face. His hands tangled in your hair as he thrusted into your mouth, his balls slapping against your chin. Getting used by two guys like this was something you should've been ashamed of but god did it turn you on. Feeling thanos' tip nudge your cervix repeatedly while your mouth was full of cock was an undeniably good experience. You grabbed myung gi's thighs to keep balance as he kept fucking your mouth. Grunts, groans, moans and squelching noises filled the air, you were concerned that someone would wake up to see you getting used like a cheap whore. "Fuck.. your mouth feels so fucking good, you're being so good for us" thanos groaned behind you as he felt your pussy clench around his cock due to myung gi's words. "You like getting used like a cum sock don't you, slut? You love getting stuffed with 2 cocks, shit, you're such a filthy girl" thanos kept snapping his hips against yours and myung gi kept using your warm mouth. Myung gi's thrusts stuttered as he was nearing his release, after a few sloppy thrusts his hot seed came pouring down your throat. He looked down at you, admiring how pretty you looked with your nose burried in his pubes, teary eyes, drool dripping down your chin and plump lips wrapped around his cock. "Swallow, baby." His expression softened slightly as he pulled out. You swallowed his cum before he swiped his thumb over your lips.

You yelped as thanos pulled you flush against his body by your hair, his pace getting more ruthless. He held up your limp body as he kept rutting into you, watching you whine and moan. "Dude shut her up, she'll wake people up with her dirty moans" he sounded out of breath, he felt just as good as you did. Myung gi kissed you in order to supress your moans, his hand crept up to your boob, squeezing it gently. He pulled away and planted a soft kiss to your forehead. "Keep quiet baby, you don't want people to know you're getting used like this do you?" He smiled at you ever so sweetly when you nodded and tried your best to keep quiet. Thanos' hips suddenly stuttered as he was nearing his release. His breathing got heavier as his thrusts got sloppier. "I'm gonna fill her slutty pussy up with my cum and you're gonna watch me do it, mg coin." Thanos smirked behind you before burying his cock deep inside you and releasing his warm thick seed. Your eyes widened and so did myung gi's, you couldn't afford to get pregnant and go through abortion, again. Thanos let go of you and you fell forward but myungi caught you. "The fuck? Did you just nut in her?" Myung gi scowled. "Yes, yes i did" thanos chuckled as he pulled his pants up. "You had a hefty amount to pay anyway"

[dreamersparacosm]

i wanna see oc getting nervous bc she’s about to meet jk’s parents for the first time :3 im so curious, how do you think she will react?

soo.. we all know our girl is not good with parents. she would rather dive headfirst off a cliff into shark-ridden waters if it meant never meeting his parents. unfortunately jk is def a mommas boy and that man will require she meet the parents. let’s pray she gets through it <333

the price of desire — epilogue blurb 4!

prompt ; in which you meet jungkook’s parents and you just need a little handholding to get through it.

warnings ; none

Some people have charming, endearing family skills. Others can walk into a stranger’s living room, smile once, and be immediately adopted into the family tree.

You, however, are not necessarily good with parents. Your track record is kind of heinous honestly.

You’re the type of person who tenses up at the words “family reunion.” Someone who used to shake everytime Eomma popped up on your phone screen, convinced it was either a lecture or a guilt trip (or if you were really lucky, both.)

It’s gotten better. Therapy, age, distance (reluctantly, Jungkook is part of this list) — they’ve done their part.

You barely flinch anymore when your mom calls. You even call your dad once every few weeks, checking in, making small talk about the weather.

Nonetheless, the prospect of parents evaluating you like a project proposal they might decline at the last minute makes your fucking skin crawl.

Which is why, even though you’ve technically met Jungkook’s parents over the phone — all polite words like “thank you for raising a wonderful son” as if you were writing a LinkedIn job endorsement — the idea of meeting them in real life feels… different.

He knows this about you, knows you need time and to not be rushed into something. 

Until six months in, when he hits you with the nuclear bomb: “I want you to meet my parents.”

The aforementioned man may have just as well proposed marriage in your language.

Commitment at its finest.

You said yes, of course. Rushed over to give him a few pecks on the cheek in mock excitement. You always say yes to him.

That’s how you find yourself now, in the passenger seat of Jungkook’s car, parked outside his childhood home in Busan, leg bouncing nervously like you’re about to be hauled into court. 

He cuts the engine and the car goes eerily silent.

You’re clutching your bag like it might launch you into orbit if you just believe hard enough. Your sweater — pastel pink, “please trust me with your son” coded — feels suffocating around your neck.

You can feel him looking at you before you even turn your head. That observant gaze he always saves for moments like this — when he knows you’re about to spiral and he’s preparing to catch you.

You peek at him out of the corner of your eye. He’s the epitome of calm; hair messy from the drive, tattooed hand resting on the gearshift, hoodie loose around his broad shoulders.

“What if they hate me?” you blurt out suddenly.

His mouth twitches in amusement. “They won’t.” He places a hand atop your thigh, hoping that’ll soothe the anxious shake.

You exhale sharply through your nose, stare down at the death grip you have on your bag. “I’m not… good at this.”

“Ohhh, I know.”

You glance over at him, startled by the honesty. You can’t believe it’s that easy for him to read you.

“But. You are good at everything else,” he says. “And they’ll see that.”

You have no choice but to believe him, because if you don’t, you might jump ship and take this car all the way back to the safe haven that is your apartment. 

Twisting your fingers in the strap of your bag, your leg bounces faster, nerves buzzing so loudly you almost miss when he removes his hand from your thigh and hooks his fingers through yours.

You look down at your joined hands, at the grounding pressure of his thumb brushing across your knuckles.

You huff out a breath, attempting to sound annoyed even as your heart softens in your chest. “I hate when you’re right.”

A cute little smile adorns his features, lights up his whole entire face.  “I know,” he grins.  “Come on, baby. They’re excited to meet you.”

You shake your head, muttering something about how you should’ve insisted on a FaceTime first, or maybe a detailed PowerPoint presentation with references and prior employer evaluations, but you’re already letting him pull you out of the car, letting his warmth bleed into you until your hand isn’t shaking anymore.

For him, you’d survive anything. You’ve also done worse — you’ve been trapped in conference rooms with male CEOs who told you that you were incompetent. Jungkook’s parents can’t be that bad.. Right?

You don't even remember the flowers until the last second, just as he slams the door behind you. 

It’s pure survival instinct — your body lurches back toward the car as Jungkook’s tugging you forward by the hand, the momentum almost ripping your shoulder clean out of its socket.

“Wait,” you hiss, scrambling for the backseat, wrenching the door open. You haul out the bouquet you meticulously picked out this morning. It’s a gorgeous pair of white roses that you picked up at the nearby market. There was a twenty minute argument had with the seller on whether these were worthy for a boyfriend’s parents. 

Jungkook laughs under his breath, watching you juggle your purse, the flowers, and the weight of your impending doom.

“Baby, you know you didn’t need to do all that right?” he remarks, pulling you back toward him with a tug once you’ve got everything clutched awkwardly to your chest.

“Easy for you to say,” you mutter, letting him lace his fingers through your free ones again. Like it doesn’t make your heart thump even harder against your ribs.

You’re halfway up the front walkway when it comes rushing again. Panic rises up in your throat, lodges itself there and makes a home. 

You stop dead in your tracks, shoes scraping against the pavement, and Jungkook turns back quizzically, yanking lightly on your hand. “Baby?”

Your mouth is seemingly dry. The stupid white roses are crushing against your chest. Your even stupider sweater feels like it’s strangling you.

“I can’t,” you manage to get out despite the fear wedged in your vocal chords. “I-I’m not.. what if they don’t like me? What if I say something stupid? What if I—”

Jungkook steps in closer, cutting you off with a soft smile. He squeezes your hand. “They’re going to love you. And if they don’t, too bad. I already do.”

You stare at him, blinking hard against the sting in your eyes, and for a mere second, all you can think is this is real.

This boy, this house, this life you’re putting so much energy into accidentally building without even realizing it.

You nod at him decisively before you can spiral again. He seems to take that as his sign to barrel forward. Marches right up to the door and knocks before you can change your mind.

The second knock hasn’t even finished echoing when the door swings open.

Oh god, there she is. Jungkook’s mom.

She’s tiny. Definitely shorter than you expected — maybe five-foot-nothing, at most — with a round, welcoming face and crinkled eyes that look just like her son’s when he’s laughing at something. You love those eyes. 

She’s wearing a simple blue sweater, hair pinned back in a casual bun, and she’s beaming at you like you handed her one million won. The sweater on your part was a great call. 

Before you can even process it — or before you can even bow properly like you rehearsed in your head 37 times on the drive over — she’s throwing her arms around you and pulling you into a hug.

You flinch instinctively and ungracefully, your whole being tensing up like a steel trap. But that doesn’t deter her. She just squeezes tighter, patting your back, blabbering a string of rapid, affectionate Korean you only half-catch through the sound of blood whooshing in your ears.

“So happy to meet you!” She pulls back to beam up at you, hands cupping your elbows like she’s trying to comprehend that you’re real. “Ah, you’re so pretty! So much prettier in person, oh my goodness — please, come in, come in, make yourself comfortable!”

All you can think to do is to thrust the flowers out like a peace offering. You’re not even halfway past the threshold and somehow already making a complete fool of yourself. She’ll think you’re mute and tell Jungkook he can’t date a girl who doesn’t know how to speak. 

But to your surprise, she gasps, a full hand-over-heart gasp, and takes them like you’ve just handed her a Nobel Prize. “For me? So thoughtful! So beautiful! Ahhh, Jungkook, you didn’t tell me she was this pretty and this sweet!”

You bow deeply, murmuring words that sounds like thanks, cheeks burning hot. Jungkook, the traitor, is standing off to the side, grinning like an absolute maniac. He’s thoroughly enjoying you getting steamrolled by pure maternal affection.

You shoot him a look over your shoulder — the universal help me, you son of a bitch gaze — but he winks at you. His mom coos over the flowers, calling you beautiful, ushering you into the house with a hand on your back.

Your shoes slip off at the door, but you feel like you're in some weird dream sequence while you let yourself be herded inside.

The house smells like fresh rice and stewed beef and fabric softener and you realize, with a pang in your chest, that his home smells a lot like yours. With the fussing mother and the home-cooked food. 

Jungkook slides in next to you, brushing his hand lightly against your lower back, and when you glance up at him, his eyes are already on you. 

There’s a shuffle from deeper inside the house, the low, steady clomp of slippers against the floor, and who you assume is Jungkook’s dad appears around the corner.

He’s tall, about his son’s height, sharp features etched across his skin that immediately makes sense when you look at Jungkook standing beside you. His face splits into a wide grin the second he sees you.

“Ah!” he exclaims, voice filling the room. “So this is the famous girl we’ve heard so much about!”

You snap into action again, bowing deeply, polite greeting on hand, trying to keep your hands from trembling as you clutch your bag. 

Jungkook steps forward, greeting him with a hug and a casual “annyeonghaseyo, appa,” before slinging an arm around your shoulders. Your heart is still rattling around in your chest like a loose marble.

His mom is ushering you forward again, flitting around you like a tiny tornado, until somehow you and Jungkook are standing in the dining room staring down at what can only be described as a feast. She has apparently cooked for the entire population of Busan.

There’s steaming bowls of rice, plates of marinated beef, piles of japchae noodles, pickled radishes, kimchi, seasoned spinach, soy-glazed potatoes… every single inch of the table is covered.

You mentally calculate if it’s possible to eat your own body weight without exploding. You'll have to try — it would literally be disrespectful if you didn’t. 

Jungkook leans in close, breath fanning against your ear.  “Hope you’re hungry, my love.”

You shoot him a desperate side-eye. His mother waves you into a chair, fussing over you as apparently all mothers do — Sit here! Take this! You must be tired after the drive! — and you barely manage to set your body down before she’s piling rice into your bowl. If you were a weaker person, this kind of aggressive hospitality would probably kill you. 

Settling awkwardly into the seat she gestures to, plate half-full before you even lift your chopsticks, Jungkook slides in the chair beside you.

So at home here it makes your chest ache. 

He helps too, snatching extra side dishes you hesitate over, setting them on your plate without asking, as if he knows you’re too polite to do it yourself. He fills your water glass when you’re not looking. Moves the soup closer to you.

His mom watches it all unfold; the way he takes care of you without any reciprocation required, without even seeming to notice he’s doing it. Her mouth pulls into a little smile.

When she finally settles into the seat next to her husband, she claps her hands together giddily.

“So!” she says brightly. “We want to know everything about you!”

You know this was coming but the open affection on her face somehow makes it worse. Like she wants to love you. You might actually have something to lose here.

“My job?” you echo stupidly.

She nods like a bobblehead. “Well, that, yes. And your family! Your friends! We want to know it all.”

Panic flares up in your chest again and you swear you’re going to choke on the bite of rice you’ve just put in your mouth.

But before you can shrink back into yourself and run away like you’ve spent most of your life learning to do, you feel Jungkook’s hand slide under the table, finding yours.

You look over at him with your heart in your throat and his lips curl upwards. He always knows exactly what you need before you know how to ask for it.

The panic loosens its grip on your ribs. You squeeze his warm hand. 

Inhaling slowly, you set down your chopsticks carefully, and meet his mother’s eyes across the table. 

You tell her about your job — your love for it, the chaos of being a CMO, the way it sometimes eats you alive but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You talk about growing up. Busan native, hard work, lessons learned too young. Even your parents come up. Your voice wobbles once or twice, but you push through it. 

Everytime you falter, Jungkook squeezes your hand.

And when you’re finally done, when you’re sitting there breathing a little too hard and trying not to cry into your plate, you catch how his mom looks at him.

It’s a subtle nod. She’s already decided. Like she knows, without a doubt, what her son’s future looks like.

It looks a lot like a girl in a pink sweater. 

Jungkook’s grip tightens on your hand under the table instinctively. 

You beam back at his mom and she smiles so brightly you have to duck your head.

You don’t know everything yet (despite your desire to.) You don’t know how this will unfold.

But you know this: you’re sitting at a dinner table in Busan, holding hands with the boy you never meant to fall for, in a house that smells like home, surrounded by people who are trying their best to make you feel like you belong.

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[espressotonicc]

i have so much love for evan buckley in my heart that i don't know what to do with it.

he would argue with a police sergeant advocating for a newborn baby and he would want to see it through to know that baby is ok. he would save people in a tsunami while being injured and on blood thinners. he would search for his friend's kid for hours. he would risk his life to save a fiancé of his exgirlfriend who ghosted him without the explanation. he would fight heaven and hell and athena grant to find his sister. he would fly to another state to support his girlfriend. he would help a fellow retired firefighter to reconnect with the love of his life and then give him a proper send off. he would come up with the plan to help eddie get chris the help he needs. he would spend hours searching for his girlfriend’s missing mother. he would want to give some dignity in death to the guy that used him to catfish women. he would quit SEALS because not feeling emotions is alien and foreign and repugnant to him. he would be your sperm donor even if it hurts him. he would drink disgusting smoothies and edge himself to give you the best chance. he would trap himself in a fire maze to save the last plant worker. he would risk his life climbing the ladder with the sniper on the loose because he loves his family and couldnt bear the thought of them getting hurt.

he is a quick thinker: he would hose down the robbers, use smoke machine to calm the bees or spray his best friend with perfume.

he would draw a pink/yellow heart with the smile, he would call the toy cow moo-moo. he would say things like “im confused can you start over ”, “we beat the bees” “did i pass” “bad juju”. also one time he got math superpowers. he would google steps to the confession and make the most awkward cross. he would sit on the floor in the middle of the station playing with the dog. he would cry while watching soldiers reunite with their kids.

he would get exited about the world, he knows about meteors and bees and maggots and worms and he is so genuinely happy to see them that his smile could power up entire planet. he knows the origin of chocolate and how glass is made.

he would always apologize and give you a second and third chance because his love is genuine and earnest. he would put the blame on himself and he is scared that he is the reason for his friend's problems. he would still love you and care about you even after you dump him or ghost him or neglect him his whole childhood.

he would say no to a date with a hot woman because he wants to be better. he makes “upgrades”, he learns and grows.

he would give himself boils because he would be stressed that he offended the mummy of the cowboy. he would give said cowboy eulogy dressed in a suit because people are what make life worth living. he would be in his posse because he feels empathy for him and doesn’t want him to be alone even in the afterlife. he would want to move out because his failed date lives next door. he would say things like "so im gross" and "my boyfriend wouldn’t even kiss me". he would go overboard with babyproofing the house.

he would cause flour shortages in la because the enormity of the way he feels is infinite.

he would steal a fire truck to hook up with the girl and have sex with his ex on bare mattress. the thought of abstinence for one year is alien to him. he loves sex, he enjoys sex, and is not shy about it. he has a ring cutter and calls his boyfriend a beast and he is bisexual.

his heart bleeds in a million different ways but he still loves and hopes and cares, he doesn’t hold grudges or makes it harden him.

he loves taking care of people, he would make his sister the only thing he knows how to cook. he would let his coworkers live with him in a 1x1 apartment. he would give his girlfriend gps bracelet because he wants her to be safe. he would move in with you to take care of you while you grieve your mother. he would give you big ass bouquet and a balloon ride. he would give up his loft and sublease your house.

he would do the maneuver, rappel down the buildings, and descend down the rope while stuff explodes behind him. he would jump down of the elevator with a civilian in his hands or shut down the freeway with only two flares. he would pull you under the truck with the sniper firing shots.

he would wear pink cardigans, blue sweaters, velvet and red and orange and cyan and turquoise and green.

he would cook lasagna and chilli and do baked alaska and loafs the same way he loves, putting all of his feeling into it.

he sometimes acts like an anoying little brother but he gives the best advice to those who need it.

he wants to be at ease, know the secret to happiness and find the kind of love that thomas/mitchel had.

he wants to be something and he would spend years on the road trying to find himself and try every job while doing it.

he is also 6’2, 200lb beefy man.

[lovegalor333]

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sick day (next part)

summary: you’re sick and paige looks after you

content warnings: none!

mainly because im sick and dying rn and wish someone would look after me lol 🥲

“You said you had a slight cold, Y/N. This is not a slight cold, you look like death.” Paige says as she looks at you from the end of your bed.

You’re bundled up under your covers shivering and the light Paige just turned on hurts your eyes so you keep them closed, not wanting to worsen your already brain splitting headache.

“It is a cold.” You grumble, your throat hurting with every word.

“Uh huh, that’s why you haven’t moved a muscle since I’ve been stood here, when usually I can’t even make it through the door without you being in my arms.” She says matter of factly and she’s right. Whenever Paige comes over, you’re practically bouncing at the door waiting for her and tackle her into a hug as soon as she comes into sight.

“I’m fine, just tired.” You try and lie but Paige knows you better than that and you know her well enough to know she’s about to challenge you.

“Come here then.” She remarked and you peeled your eyes open, squinting at the bright light to see her stood with her arms crossed over her chest, a knowing look on her face but you was not about to admit defeat.

You begrudgingly flipped the duvet off your body, arms aching at the slightest of movement and you manoeuvre your body to the edge of the bed before bracing yourself to stand. Your legs were weak and wobbly as you took small steps towards Paige and just as you were about to reach her and prove her wrong, your knees buckled beneath you and she lurched forward, catching you in her arms.

“Easy baby, it’s OK, I got you. Let’s get you back to bed.” Paige says, effortlessly hooking one arm under your legs and the other around your back, lifting you off the floor to carry you back to the safe surface of your mattress.

“You’re burning hot too, Y/N. I think you have a fever.” She notes as she lays you back down, the back of her hand coming in contact with your forehead, then your neck and finally your chest.

“But I’m so cold, I can’t get warm.” You mumble, burying yourself back under your duvet trying to stop the shivers taking over your body.

“Definitely a fever. I’ll be back. Stay here.” She tells you, fixing the duvet over your body as you had done a bad job doing it yourself.

“Do you think I can go anywhere?”

“Sick but still got an attitude, that’s my girl.”

You drift in and out of sleep while Paige is gone and your headache only worsens and you hope she comes back soon because you need a drink but you can’t move. Your limbs feel like lead and your head spins at the smallest of movements.

You hear the front door to your apartment open and close and the taps of familiar footsteps walking towards your room and you immediately know it’s your girlfriend and you’re thankful you’re no longer alone because you genuinely feel like you’re dying.

“You’re back.” You whisper and your voice comes out low and weak you barely even recognise it.

“And I brought supplies.” Paige announces and you flutter your eyes open and she’s holding a huge bag, packed full with God knows what.

“Tylenol, DayQuil and NightQuil, Gatorade because you need electrolytes, soup, tissues, herbal tea, oranges for vitamin C, your favourite candy and water because I just know you’ve not been drinking enough.” She reels off what she bought as she lays it out on your bed.

Paige helps you sit up, propping up your pillows behind your back for support. She pops a few pills into her hand and unscrews the cap of a bottle of water, “Open up.” She says and you’re in no position to argue so you open your mouth and she drops the medicine inside before bringing the bottle up to your lips for you to take a sip.

“Thank you.” You croak out and she just shakes her head, “I wish you would have told me you were this bad. I would have been here straight away.”

“I didn’t want to worry you…or being a burden.” You admit and she sits on the edge of the bed, her hands taking yours, “You are not a burden. Far from it. I want to help you get better, just let me.” She practically begs and you could cry. You were so used to looking after yourself and always being the one to take care of others, it felt foreign being on the receiving end of such selfless actions.

“I’m going to make you some tea and soup. You think you can handle that?” She asks, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

“Maybe just the tea?” You suggest not feeling particularly hungry.

“OK, but soup later because you have to eat, Y/N.” She insists before taking the pack of tea to make you a cup.

Paige returns with a huge mug of hot tea and a damp cloth, “For the fever.” She says placing it on your head and even though you feel freezing cold, your teeth are chattering, the cool cloth is a soothing sensation against your burning skin.

You take the tea with shaky hands and immediately take a sip, the hot liquid mellowing out the pains in your throat. Paige positions herself next to you in your bed, tucking herself under your covers. Her body next to yours is comforting after laying alone, sick and suffering for the past twenty four hours.

“I don’t want to get you sick.” You sniffle, weary that whatever illness had attacked your immune system is probably contagious.

“Don’t worry about me baby, let’s focus on getting you better.” Paige replied hooking an arm around your shoulder.

You take a few more sips of tea before placing it down on your beside table, starting to feel tired as if sitting up in bed had taken the last of your diminishing energy.

You shuffle your body down so your practically laying in Paiges lap and her hand falls to your head and she runs her fingers through your hair, repeatedly. Her actions are slow and soft and full of love, you knew you’d be asleep in seconds.

“I’m tired, P.” You mutter, feeling guilty that you were about to fall alseep, leaving your girlfriend nursing you.

“It’s OK, go to sleep baby, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You give into your exhaustion at Paiges words and your eyes fall shut to the feeling of her fingers in your hair, your head on her lap and her scent being the only thing you can smell.

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a/n: don’t forget to send me requests if you have any! ily 💋

[lazarusrisingx]

we need more army fics about zayne. we got colonel caleb but we never talk abt the fact zayne was a war medic (from what i understand)

like im tryna see basic training zayne gritting his teeth during PT trying to keep his evol under control while he is pushed past his limit. like i hc he was always pretty scrawny and a fast runner bro def did track and field in highschool. just to see him come home after 2 years in the military and BOOM

hes gained 20 pounds of pure muscle, hes got an ass that wont quit, his hands are scarred and have callouses on the tips of his fingers and his palms, the uniform he thought would be to big for him is now the perfect size.

and when he leaves again and comes back, there is something different. hes no longer got a quiet shy aura, more like a silent guard, head on a swivel for the first few weeks back home. you find that hes become a bit of a domineering man, whip smart and quiet but when he speaks its no longer a shy voice, hes still quiet but theres a new bass behind it.

you know that hes been through something. his eyes hold more emotion than they did before. but when he looks at you, they fill with light. he sleeps better when your near, and the first few weeks of him being home, you find that he wont leave you alone. hes like a quiet shadow, following you around to the store, his face void of emotion and his hazel eyes harden when anyone approaches you

you find him taking your hand when a man approaches, or stepping out from behind you, his eyes flick up and down the stranger. hes silent, but his presence is suffocating for anyone besides you.

and sleep. you knew he had trouble sleeping before he ever left for the army. but now he is only able to sleep by your side or on the phone. he needs to know your safe before he can shut his eyes. and when you two are together you find that he has a bad habit of using you like a pillow or a stuffed animal, always laying his head on your leg for a quick nap, or when he cant sleep he holds you against his chest, watching videos on his phone.

and god forbid anyone bothers you when your out.

he doesnt drink, but you do, and he watches over you. you never knew zayne to be a fighter. and most of the time he simply has to step from behind you, eyes dangerously cold, and whatever POS is messing with you slinks away.

but if they dont? if they start pushing him, trying to grab you? zaynes control fades. he has a NASTY right hook, using his powers can cause him to lose control and he can do more harm than good, so he learned quickly how to fight.

you had never seen zayne so much as push someone, but here he was, fist full of the perverts shirt, leaning down and muttering something you cant understand. hes still so calm, the room seems to drop a few degrees and you can see frost transferring from his hand to the perverts shirt. this was a new man. a dangerous man. you think for a moment hes going to punch the man again. he had already knocked him on his ass, the perverts nose gushing blood that dripped onto zaynes hands and soiled both their shirts

he doesnt hit the man again. he doesnt need to. Zayne reaches for napkins, and ensures the mans nose isnt broken before shoving him back to the ground, blood still on his hand and knuckles blushing with bruises.

when you get home though, zayne is acting differently. hes quietly clingy, always slipping your hand into his, muttering softly to you as you two sit on the couch.

“im sorrh y/n.” he would say quietly. his voice felt like it was woven from silk. slipping into your ears as he leans towards you. his stare is so intense you have to look away. which only makes him tilt his head to the side to meet your eyes.

“why?” youd ask.

zayne would get quiet, lips pressing together as he reaches out with his bruised hand. his fingetips are so cold when they touch your cheek it makss you shiver and he pulls his hand back a centimeter. the tips of his ears are turning red.

“did i frighten you at all?” hed ask.

the last thing he wants to do is expose you to who he had to become. zayne carries such a weight in his chest over what he saw and what he did to survive. his greatest fear is you seeing him how he views himself.

“no, not at all.”

his fingers meet your cheek again, and he pulls your face to him. his heart beats so quickly. hes already lost control of himself once today, so whats the harm in indulging himself once more?

army medic zayne that kisses you until hes out of breath, all those days on deployment he had fantasized about this, about kissing you. and hes painfully gentle. he wanted to snatch you up in his arms, hold your face tightly and press his lips against yours in a savage kiss. his hands tremble slightly from having to hold himself back, he holds you like your procelain, and he is capable of breaking you from just a touch.

but he doesnt. hes slow and gentle, rubbing your tender skin and sighing into his gentle kiss. he holds himself back, controlling all his urges to undress you and make you cry from pleasure while he fucks you.

army medic zayne who loathes himself and the blood he has been forced to spill, feeling like a monster holding back. but you make him feel so pure when you smile at him. you still see him as the same man he was when he first left. and he does everything to keep it that way.

[thatdeadaquarius]

the pspspsps effectively got me. Im in. You’ve got me hooked. Now I present the new idea I just got for the language barrier au. You know how the genshin names have different meanings in different language like how Ei apparently means egg in german? Imagine speaking in another language/you native language and one of the words sounds really similar to one of the character’s names or just straight up is their name, so they ask why you call them but you’re not calling that character but are actually saying smth else like egg.

I think i talked abt this sometime ago in 2023 masterpost, so i felt more inclined to share some shitty art of how i imagine these moments go instead lmao

(it should be very assumed atp that i am so so SO sorry i took forever to reply!! /gen)

sorry its just my art 😅

Safe Travels Anon,

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I feel bad tagging ppl for smth kinda small?? and its just my art not even a writing blurb - srry guys just thought smth better than nothing, more to come!

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