#SHE CANT HOLD HIM ACCOUNTABLE FOR HIS THOUGHTS

[darabeatha]

/ ITS FINALLY HAPPENING FOLKS- c.onstantine is coming s o o n

[hoshifighting]

hellooo I just want to say that I like your blog, I really like your writing style🫶🏻🫶🏻 AND

what do you think about Vernon finding the reader's twitter spam account? at first, without saying anything, he follows her from a fake account and learns her fetishes and things like that. then he can't hold back and teasing the reader because of this situation and does all the things she reposts, all she wants and imagines(I honestly can't decide whether they will be friends or lovers and I leave it to you)

thank you very much in advance🩷🩷🩷🩷

when vernon finds out about your freaky tweets

WARNINGS: smut, face slapping, BIG DICK!VERNON, cock riding, mentions of hair pulling, dirty talk, choking.

it starts innocently enough; you’ve got your little spam account, this place where you post anything that comes to mind without a second thought. it’s private, anonymous—you’re safe, or so you think. until one day, you start noticing a new follower, someone with zero posts and a random handle, lurking in the notifications. you brush it off, figuring it’s just some bot. but vernon… well, vernon's been piecing things together. and one night, after reading one of your latest posts—something so NASTY that practically burned his screen—he decides he can't just pretend he hasn’t seen it. so he waits until you’re in the living room next saturday, all comfortable, maybe a little too comfortable. you look up, seeing him standing there with that little frown he gets when he's too stressed to understand something, a raised eyebrow, and his phone in his hand.

“so… ‘i just want him to hold me down and—’” he reads aloud, and you feel everything in you freeze up as he raises an eyebrow at you. “‘then pull my hair back so i can see his face… maybe, idk, slap me around a little?’ really, y/n?”

you scramble, trying to play it cool “vernon—wait, why—where’d you see that?”

“oh, i dunno. i’ve been following this account for a while. figured i’d wait until you posted something really crazy before bringing it up.”

you stammer, face going hot. “i—you didn’t have to read it out loud like that, jesus.”

“oh, come on,” he says, leaning in, crowding your space just enough to make you feel cornered “you can post it, but i can’t say it?”

you swallow hard “i didn’t… i didn’t think you’d see it.”

“didn’t think i’d find out?” he echoes, voice dropping a little. “you know, all this time, i’ve been seeing these little things you like. i didn’t say anything because i thought you’d be embarrassed. but now…” he smirks, leaning back with a sigh, watching you. “now i think maybe i should give you some of what you’re so clearly craving.”

“vernon,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, but it’s hard when he’s looking at you like he’s imagining every filthy thing you’ve ever posted.

he smirks, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “oh, don’t go all shy on me now. i’ve read what you want. all of it. let’s start with the basics, huh?” his hand trails down, tipping your chin up, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “you wanna ride me? why didn’t you just say so?”

you feel your heart pounding as he pulls you closer, he's practically purring as he goes, “or that other thing you posted—what was it? something about choking you?” he wraps his hand lightly around your throat, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin as he watches your reaction. “like this?”

you almost cant nod, you're melting, your breath coming short as he tightens his grip just enough to make you feel it “so pretty when you’re horny,” he murmurs, fingers pressing just a little more.

and when you shake your head, he grins, pulling you onto his lap, guiding you to straddle him as his hands settle on your hips “guess i’ve gotta make up for all those little fantasies you’ve been hiding, huh?”

“you sure you can handle it?” he whispers, leaning in, lips brushing against your neck. “’cause i don’t think you really knew what you were asking for when you posted all that.”

but you nod, he tilts your head up, lips brushing over yours, and you feel his hand come up, palm grazing over your cheek before he slaps you—just a little, just enough to make you gasp. he chuckles when you moan, liquefying on his lap, fingers tilting your face back to him.

[...]

he’s already watching you with a azy smirk, eyes rolling sliighty as you sink down onto him, your thighs trembling as you struggle to take all of him in. and god, he’s big. you knew he would be—you’d guessed it a dozen times in all those reckless tweets, wondering just how good it’d feel, but feeling it now, it’s like all that teasing turned on you, stretching you almost too much, and every inch you take feels like a challenge.

“aww, look at you,” he coos, his hands resting on your hips, fingers rubbing little circles into your skin as you try to ease down, taking him deeper, even though it’s making your breath catch, making you whimper and shake. “what happened, baby? i thought you said you could handle it.”

you bite your lip, cheeks burning, and he chuckles, leaning in closer, voice low and teasing. “or maybe you just wanted me to be big so you could talk all that shit on your little account,” he murmurs, running his thumb over your lip. “all those tweets you made, talking about wanting me to be, what—eight, nine inches?” he grins, watching the way you flush, the way your hands grip his shoulders to steady yourself. “think you got what you wished for, hm?”

“shut up,” you manage to whisper, but it’s so breathless, your body clenching around him, and he laughs, hands guiding you down just a bit further, his hips lifting just a little to meet you, that makes you gasp, makes you try to pull back, but he keeps you there, fingers firm on your hips.

“no, no, let’s see you take it,” he whispers, voice rough with that soft teasing. “come on, baby. don’t tell me this is too much. you wanted all of it, right?”

you nod, trying to adjust, but it’s almost too much fr, too thick, too deep, and he watches you with those hooded eyes, savoring every single whimper you make. “it’s okay,” he says softly, almost soothing as he leans up to kiss you, but you can hear that cocky lilt in his tone. “you’re doing so good. even if you can’t take all of it… god, you’re trying, huh?”

and he’s right there, brushing his lips over your cheek, murmuring sweet, filthy encouragements into your ear as you sink down a little more, taking just a bit more of him, even though your body’s practically begging for a break. “that��s it… there you go. so good, baby. i’m impressed,” he purrs, hands trailing up your back. “i didn’t think you’d take even this much.”

every time you pause, every time your breath catches, he’s right there, fingers digging into your hips, guiding you, helping you ride him “guess you really wanted to know..” he murmurs, grinning as he watches you struggle, your head falling back as you finally take just a little more, his hands pulling you down hard against him until you can feel every inch of him.

“there it is… that’s my girl,” he whispers, in asatisfied rasp, his eyes dark as he watches you ride him, just as you’d dreamed about, exactly as you’d hoped—only now it’s even better.

[landoughnut]

My Girlfriend

♡ masterlist - request - emoji anons

♡ pairing - charles leclerc x fem!reader

♡ summary - at first you were worried about going with charles to the paddock for the first time since you got together, you didn't want to make a bad impression on anyone, what you both least expected was for everyone to like you more than him!

♡ warnings - somewhat possessive charles, lots of fluff

♡ w/c & a/n - 1.07k | ahh im so excited this is my first for this account! please please send any requests you have cause I cant really think of ides ahaha xoxo

"Charles are you sure, they'll like me? I just-"

"Mon amour, they will love you," he kisses your forehead, "I promise". Walking hand in hand with him towards where everyone is, he feels you squeezing his hand.

Charles and you have been dating for a while already, but you'd kept it a secret from almost everyone else due to how harsh people can be. He wanted to protect you from all the nasty comments people may make, but now you are making your first public appearance.

You weren't a well-known figure or model like the other wags, although Charles has told you many times you can most definitely be one if you wanted to. He met you when he went to buy flowers for his mother, Pascale, and claims that it was love at first sight.

Finally, you get to where hundreds of fans crowded behind a gate, they start yelling when they see you two.

Charles wraps his arm around your waist as you two get closer so he can sign some stuff as he's passing by.

"Charles! Charles, who's this?"

"Is this your girlfriend?"

"She's beautiful, Charles!"

People shout many things along those lines making you blush and Charles smile. He kisses your head again as you give them a shy wave, cheeks pink.

Charles finishes a hat he's signing as introduces you to the crowd, "This is my lovely girlfriend," he speaks and is shocked at how loud the crowd was. Clapping, wolf-whistling, and awing. He hadn't heard one nasty comment, not that there was anything to hate on you for, but it's shocking to see the overwhelming amount of positivity.

"Hi, everyone," you speak, smiling at the people.

"Here! Take this!" a little girl yells holding out a bracelet.

Charles steps forward, "Thank y-"

"No no!" the girl takes her hand back, making him furrow his eyebrows, "for you, miss! You are very pretty."

Your eyes widen, "Me?" She nods and you crouch down to her, "Wow! It's gorgeous," you beam. It was a red beaded bracelet with Charles' initials and number on it. "I love it, thank you so much, sweetie!"

Charles' heart races and his stomach flutters watching you with the young girl, and then when you interact with the others, who seem to be giving you heart eyes at this point.

His eyes narrow at some men looking a little too intensely, so he catches up to you and puts his arm around your shoulder. You lean into him as he waves bye to the fans. You blow a kiss, making them get loud once again, and then walk with Charles to where the drivers were hanging around.

"You see, mon cœur, they adored you," he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your palm.

You let out a happy sigh, "They were a bit louder than I thought, but it was such a relief."

Arriving where the others were, Lando was the first one to spot you two. "Ah! Look who we have here! Charles and the girlfriend who he told but not showed," he grins.

You smile and lean a bit more towards Charles, "Hello," your voice quiet. These were your boyfriends friends, if they didn't like you-

You feel Charles give your waist a light squeeze, taking you out of your thoughts.

"Wow, no wonder Charles didn't bring you here yet," Lando grins and puts his hand on Charles' shoulder, "you've got yourself a stunner. Scared someone's gonna whisk her away, are you?"

You laugh and feel yourself relax, "Oh hush!"

You look behind Lando and see Daniel, Oscar, Max, Carlos, and Lewis coming over.

They all greet you and for the next few minutes all of you are having a great time together, laughing, making jokes, and it's as if you've all been friends forever.

Charles frowns as he watches, none of them even glances at him, too engrossed with you telling some stories from your floral shop. After a few more minutes he decided he had enough and walks over to you.

"Mon amour, why don't we head to my drivers room, I'll show you around," he smiles, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Alright, love. It was nice meeting you all! I'll see you guys soon!" You smile and they reciprocate it as you walk off.

Lewis and Max whistle in sync, "What a woman."

Charles huffs and hits his shoulder, "My woman, you mean."

Carlos chuckles, "Awh, is little Charles jealous?" Lando and Oscar laugh, glancing at each other.

"I'm not jealous," he frowns, crossing his arms. "It's just everyone we've seen today is fawning over her and it's like I'm not even here! Some of these people are ogling her like I, her boyfriend, am not right next to her!"

Danny shakes his head smiling, "Well, mate, she's a real sweetheart, what did you expect?"

"Well- I don't know! But she's waiting for me so... I'll see you guys later," he rolls his eyes as he hears his friends whistling as he walks towards you.

His eyes light up when he spots you chewing your lip, seemingly lost. "There you are!"

You turn towards him, "Thank goodness you're here! I was scared to ask for directions," you laugh.

"Good thing I'm here to be a guide then," he takes your hand gently and brings you into his room.

The moment the door is closed his lips are on yours, one hand cupping your face and neck and the other around your waist.

It took you a moment but you were kissing him back with the same passion. "I've been waiting to do that," he whispers, lips brushing yours.

You smiles, kissing him against. The rhythm of your lips together expressing your love without words.

He slowly walks back until he hits the bed, then sits down and grins as you straddle his lap.

"You're my girlfriend," he whispers, tracing your face, "my love, my angel."

You study his face as he admires yours, "I love you," you whisper, kissing him gently.

"I love you more, I don't know how I got so lucky."

You smile and hold his face in your hands, kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, and finally pecking his mouth, which was swollen from before. "I'm the lucky one, you are everything, darling," you smile.

He twirls a piece of your hair, "Alright, now how about I show you around the garage before people start wondering where we are?"ch

[lmaowhatt]

what a christmas - jj m. smau.

summary: a shocking revelation throws you into a whirlwind of desicions that have to be made and you battle with yourself on how to tell jj about your pregnancy. however, what you dont know is that hes also planning a shocking surprise that quite literally determines your future together.

set: a week after part two, early december. please read the 'set' section in part one to understand this!

psa: jarah had their baby and named her josephine joy. she is around 9 months.

one - two - three - four

pairing: jj maybank x pogue!reader

warnings: talks of pregnancy, pregnancy trope, cursing.

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

your phone

jjs phone

there was absolutely no way to hide the puffiness in your eyes from the slight crying and immense amount of rubbing you had done to make sure your eyes weren't deceiving you for the hundredth time in the twenty minutes span you had spent in the restroom.

instead, you opted for fixing your mascara and adding a small amount of blush to your cheeks, blending it out with your fingers to to the best of your ability. "shit- whatever," you shut your compact, placing it back in the drawer of you and the girls' shared makeup drawer. you sighed, rustling your hair as you looked in the mirror, tugging at the strands slightly in frustration.

"fuckin' hell," you muttered, bending down to take a hold of the pregnancy test, as well as the now empty box which seemed like a necessity in the household to restock.. considering. you sighed, shutting off the bathroom light and shutting the door behind you as you made your way to you and jjs bedroom.

you quietly shut the door behind you, making sure to limit the sound your footsteps made on the creaky wooden floor. "okay.. okay," your eyes darted around the room, trying to find the most secure place to hide the test, taking into account the amount of times jj has been found poking his nose in someone elses business.

with a small curse under your breath, you grabbed a couple pieces of electrical tape that was tossed carelessly on jjs nightstand, placing them on the test and taping the excess to the bottom of your nightstand. once stood back up, your eyes caught the test box, "shit," you cursed, grabbing it and tossing it into a random drawer, placing some of your clothes over it.

"okay, yeah," you muttered, shutting the drawer closed. you nodded one last time, hand on the doorknob as you looked at the places where the evidence was hidden. you sighed, walking out of the treshold of the bedroom, shutting the door behind you and walking down the stairs into the living room.

at your sudden entrance, all eyes darted to you. you froze, locking eyes with everyone for a moment, your gaze lingering longer on sarah and jj. your fingers fiddled with the zipper on your sweater, shaking any negative thoughts out of your head, forcefully moving your legs to sit besides kie on the couch. jj watched with furrowed eyebrows as kie placed her hand over yours, beginning a small conversation with you which seemed to ease the tension in your shoulders.

jj bit the inside of his bottom lip as he noticed the slight puffiness on your eyelids, eyes glancing between yours —which never met his— and his phone, his thumb hovering over your contact.

jjs phone

john bs phone

"i was having a great time time on my phone john b, this better be important," sarah spoke in a firm tone as she shut the door behind her, josie well propped up on her hip. "its very important. trust me," the man spoke as he smiled at his daughter who automatically stretched her hands out to him, john b immediately scooping his hands under her armpits and tossing her lightly into the air. "john b!" sarah hissed, "i swear i will be a widow if you drop her. please stop," the woman begged, john b immediately stopping and holding josie at his waist.

the man nodded, heaving out a huge breath, "okay. what im about to tell you... you cant tell anyone. not kie. not cleo. not anyone, got that?" sarah raised an eyebrow, "youre scaring me. john b what the fuck did you do?" john b raised his unoccupied hand into the air, shaking his head at the same time. jj came out of the chateau next, wiping sweat off his forehead as sarah raised her eyebrows with a tilt of her head, "okay is like one of you two gonna talk or..?" she flickered her eyes between the two best friends.

jj sighed, wiping his hands on his khaki shorts, "its about y/n." he states vaguely, causing sarahs eyes to widen, laughing nervously. "i dont know anything," she spat out quickly. jj furrowed his eyebrows with a tick of his head, "what?" sarahs eyes glanced around the porch before settling on jj again, "what?" she asked, to which jj shrugged. "i- uh i wanted to like.. propose and wanted to ask if you could like figure out her ring size." sarahs eyes widened even further, "what?" she shrieked. jj quickly rushed to clamp a hand over her mouth, widening his eyes at john b.

"okay, sarah, baby. what part of sneaky did you not understand? please this is important." sarah swatted jjs hand away as she shifted to be able to see both boys, "i didnt think it was going to be this, i mean she jus-" sarah caught herself, forcing her lips into a tight line, shaking her head. "she just what?" jj raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest as he towered over sarah in a intimidating way. she shook her head, "nope. nothing. nada. zilch. were good." she smiled nervously as she went for the door, "i wont say anything about this. for her. and ill figure it out, for you." she smiled, now genuienly, at the two before heading back inside.

jj wiped his hands on his shorts again, sighing as he turned to john b. "sure this was a good idea?" he asks john b, poking his finger into the side of baby josephines belly, causing her to giggle. they both smiled down at her before turning serious again, "she wont. she wouldnt ruin this for you or for her, i swear." jj lets out a heavy sigh, nodding along at john bs words. "yeah. yeah, alright."

a/n: this is my first shot at an smau and tbh i had a great time making this so i hope you like it!

[writingstoraes]

tour guide 🎥

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!actress!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: saw the post abt apex filming at silverstone this week and got this idea lol lmk what u guys think! atp you already know who my fc is (it's hailee steinfeld 😝)

about: a well-known actress stars in a film that is set in the world of formula 1 and scuderia ferrari happens to be the leading team to guide the production team and its cast!

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, zendaya, madelyncline, and 1,249,247 others

yourusername Film prep starts now. Currently glad my parents forced me into getting my driver's license as early as I could as well as my brother introducing me to Formula 1 years ago 🏁

Beyond excited for this movie!

allhailyn WE LOVE U QUEEN WE CANT WAIT

filmthusiast this is such a new role for her im so excited

f1lover film + f1 is always going to be the biggest bestest combo ❤️

lecsluv LMAOOO NOT CHARLES LIKING THIS

zendayyn mans a fan norrisbaby Oh hes quick 😆

yourusername recently added to her instagram story!

yourusername recently added to her instagram story!

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari, pierregasly, and 1,482,2058 others

yourusername 3/4 done with filming for First Gear 🤍 So much work has been done for this movie and it's been the good kind of overwhelming so far. I've learned so much and experienced so many new things.

Included the one and only charles_leclerc here because majority of the things I learned came from him. He's pretty nice except he was beyond nervous when I drove the car for the first time.

scuderiaferrari We're glad to know Charles was the best tour guide ever! ❤️

lecsmmylove NOT FERRARI STICKING WITH THE TOUR GUIDE DESCRIPTION???

hamilfilm charles leclerc making his way into y/n's official ig account is not something i have on my bingo card

popgirltay u guys r so cute <3 friendship goals!

livelovelecs no, dating announcement next LOLOL

charles_leclerc Why do I seem like the bad guy here, I taught you pretty well didn't I?

yourusername I didn't say you were a bad teacher 😕

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Everyday's karting day 🚘

lecsferrari the red nails??? sir u aint slick who is that

sainzmclaren It's Y/N 😭 She posted karting pics today too

yourusername What do you have to say for yourself that you lost?

charles_leclerc I let you win, jolie 😁 Pretty. ferarrimercs HE CALLED HER PRETTY?????

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yourusername The student has become the teacher 😎

charles_leclerc Anyone would win if they were fighting kids on track

yourusername I sense sore loser 😝

leclercsyn TOO CUTE IM GONNA COMBUST

scuderiaferrari ❤️❤️❤️

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liked by charles_leclerc, zendaya, florencepugh, and 2,034,551 others

yourusername Feeling so emotional that filming for a movie that holds a special place in my heart has come to an end 🤍 I am so ecstatic for all of you to see First Gear because everyone involved put everything they had for this film. I hope you guys love this as much as I do, possibly more.

So many people to thank — the directors, producers, scriptwriters, my co-stars, everyone who's worked so hard to make this into reality, I owe you all so much.

But I also never thought I'd meet someone so special. Charles, this past year for us have been so crazy and I'm glad I got to spend it with you. If it helps, the moment they told me you would be giving me a tour of the paddock, I fell instantly 😝

leclercsyn MY PARENTS AAAAA IM SCREAMING

scuderiaferrari We are so proud of you, Y/N ❤️ The whole team is waiting for the movie!

charles_leclerc What do you mean if it helps, I was literally sweating while telling you what a pitwall is

lecslover HES SO FUNNYHTBHRHB

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Most talented person I've come across. Watching you on set has become one of my favorite things to do; it reminds me of just how amazing you are. To more karting sessions with you ❤️

Sincerely,

Your paddock tour guide

lecshamilton hes owning the tour guide title, mad respect

sainzlove I AM MELTINGGGGG

f1luvr power couple me thinks?

yourusername Get ready to lose 🥱

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy

notes: why i take so much time making these ill never understand anyway i hope u guys like this hehehe thank you sm for reading <3

[vodika-vibes]

May I please get a Tech x Jedi!Reader with a glimpse before and after Order 66. Techs POV where after figuring out that the jedi are being hunted becomes worried. Im thinking White Clover and Pansy and maybe angst/fluff? :>

ps i love your work and i cant wait to read anything you make, youre amazing :3

A Promise Made

Summary: You and Tech, before Order 66 and after.

Pairing: TBB Tech x F!Reader

Word Count: 2983

Warning: Angst, Reader survived Order 66 and has totally understandable trauma regarding that

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I'm still not sure if I'm writing Tech well, but I haven't got any complaints.

“Is there a reason you are laying on me?” Tech asks as he looks down at the Jedi sprawled across his lap, her gaze locked on the datapad in her hand.

“I don’t get to spend nearly enough time with you, and this is the best way to keep you from accidentally ignoring me.” She replies lightly, “Why? Are you uncomfortable?”

“No. I am just concerned that you might get hurt.” Tech answers easily.

“So be careful and you won’t hurt me.” 

He rolls his eyes expressively, though because she’s not looking at him, she doesn’t notice. “What are you working on, cyare?”

“Master Windu asked me to reverse engineer a Seppie weapon, and I’m starting to think that this weapon was designed by an actual child.” She says with a sigh as she drops her datapad and presses her forehead against his thigh.

Tech smiles at the back of her head, “Would you like me to take a look?”

At that she laughs and rolls over so that her head is resting on his lap and she’s looking up at him, “I know you have better things to do, Tech.”

He sets his own project to the side, and gently brushes her hair out of her face, “I do not mind putting it aside to help you.”

She reaches up and presses her hands against his, lightly rubbing her cheek against his gloved hand. “That’s because you’re amazing.” She praises, “But it’s okay, Tech. I can figure it out. I always do.”

Tech smiles at her adoringly.

When he was a cadet on Kamino, he believed that this kind of happiness was beyond him. He did not understand why his brothers, including his batchmates, were so laser focused on finding someone to spend their time with. He thought that it was little more than a distraction.

That was until he met her.

She had been brought to Kamino at the request of General Ti, and the first time Tech saw her, he didn’t think she was a Jedi. He thought she was a natborn who had been tasked with maintenance of the various vehicles stored on Kamino.

She was clever and quick witted, and while his twin claimed that she wasn’t going to win any beauty pageants, on account of the fact that she tended to have oil on her face and staining her hands, and she didn’t seem to care about things like appearance, Tech thought that she was stunning.

They developed a quick friendship, bonding over their mutual love of technology. 

Tech honestly had no idea that she was a Jedi at all, not until he saw her dressed up in Jedi robes rather than her normal grease covered jumpsuit, and talking to General Ti like it was her right.

The conversation that happened after that isn’t one that Tech is proud of. He had been hurt that she hid such an important part of her from him, and he lashed out. She was offended that he thought that she was hiding it, claiming that she never hid anything from anyone, and that it wasn’t her fault that he didn’t know that she was a jedi.

The disagreement turned into a full blown argument, and Tech didn’t talk to her for over two months. It took Hunter and Crosshair teaming up to make him see that he was being bull-headed and stubborn, and it was the encouragement of Wrecker that forced him to go to her and apologize.

At the time, he had been worried that she was going to hold a grudge, but she didn’t. Instead she just smiled and laughed, and told him that she forgave him, and then she showed him what she was working on.

Soon after that, Tech realized that he was thinking about her all the time. When he was in training, when he was reading, even when he was about to go to sleep; her smile, the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs, the way she pushes her hand through her hair when she’s contemplating something complicated-

He found himself looking forward to spending time with her, even if they’re just working in the same room. 

It was Crosshair who pointed out the obvious, with a roll of his eyes as he flipped through a magazine. “You’re obviously in love with her, dumbass.” He drawled without looking up from the glossy pages of the blaster magazine that he got from somewhere, “It’s a perfect match, you’re both annoying little shits.”

Tech wanted to argue with him, partly because he feels the urge to argue with his twin about everything, but he found the words turning to ash on his tongue. Because, annoyingly, he was right.

Tech was in love.

He became awkward and nervous around her, babbling about random things that he learned, and through it all, she watched him with a small smile, and often asked questions about his latest hyperfixation.

And then, late one night, she kissed him.

A gentle press of her lips against his. It was innocent and chaste, and yet it sent fire through his veins. She didn’t say anything after the kiss, she just watched him and waited, seeming to understand that Tech would need a moment to process.

And then he kissed her, and suddenly he understood exactly why his brothers desire this so much.

“Tech?” He snaps back to the present at the worried call of his name, and he glances down at her face, “There you are. You were lightyears away.” She teases.

“I was thinking about you.”

“Oh? Nice things, I hope.”

He laughs, “I always think about you, cyare. You occupy my thoughts at all times.”

“Well, that sounds annoying.”

“Not at all,” Tech lightly guides her until she’s sitting up and he presses a series of light kisses to her cheek and across her jaw, “I find that it is the most enjoyable part of my day.”

“Well, you’re easy to please, aren’t you?” She teases as she leans into his affection.

“My brothers tell me that I am very hard to please, actually.”

“Well, they’re not me.” She turns her head and kisses him quickly, “So you know, you’re constantly in my thoughts too.”

Tech laughs softly and presses a series of light kisses across her face, “I am glad.”

She grins at him, and shifts to sit on his lap, her hands coming up to cup his face, “Tech, I…” She pauses, and her gaze flickers to the side, “I want you to know that I have to return to Coruscant for a couple of weeks. I would like it if you commed me?”

Tech has a feeling that that’s not what she was going to say, but he lets it go, “Of course I will. So much that you will get tired of me.”

She laughs, “I don’t think that’s possible.”

“You never know,” Tech kisses her one more time, “When do you leave?”

“Two days.”

“Well then, we had better spend that time together.”

It has been three weeks and four days since the day that the Clones turned on the Jedi. And somehow, you’re still alive. Which, in and of itself, is a damned miracle.

You press your hand over your side, a slow hiss of pain escaping your lips as you move the wrong way and the hole in your side twinges painfully.

When the clones marched on the workshop, you had been in the back, working on one of the protocol droids. You managed to escape while the older jedi tried to fend off the soldiers, but you still took a blaster bolt to the side.

Not to mention, you’re still reeling from the loss of your friends, your family. 

You push the pain into the force, and take a moment to tighten the bandages around your side, before you continue your trek. It’s not safe for you anywhere.

And as much as you want to comm Tech and beg him to come and help you…you know that you better not. Tech is a clone after all. And if he pulled a blaster on you, you’d probably just let him kill you, honestly.

No. It’s safer this way.

Though, the galaxy is a much lonelier place now.

Time passes quickly, when you’re on the run. And before you know it, 6 months have passed.

You’re…surviving as best you can, all things considered. You managed to find a medic who treated your blaster wound in exchange for some simple maintenance work, and you managed to earn employment on a cargo ship.

Though, really, you mostly just bounce from ship to ship, from planet to planet, as much as you can. You don’t stay in the same place for longer than a few weeks, fearing that the empire will find you.

You take comfort from the memory of your family, and from Tech. You cling to those memories, as they’re the only thing that keep you going. And sometimes, at night, you allow your mind to linger on Tech, on what could have been.

It’s easier now, though.

After six months, you no longer feel like the Empire is breathing down your neck, and for all you know, you’ve been reported dead. You don’t dare to look, fearing that if you look and you weren’t, then the Empire will start looking for you.

It doesn’t make any sense, you know that, but it’s an anxiety that you can’t seem to shake.

“Hey, Kid!” You jump as the ship captain, your current employer, claps your shoulder with a heavy hand, “Me an’ the boys are going to the bar. Wanna join us?”

“Ah…no thank you. Trying to stay sober,” You say with an easy smile, “You guys have fun.”

“Right, sorry kid. I forgot. You keep up that sobrarity! We’re rooting for you.”

You smile at him, feeling momentarily guilty. Your story, the one that you’ve been using since the purge, is that you’re a recovering alcoholic, and that’s why you want to work on ships, to avoid temptation.

It’s not true. But it keeps people from hounding you to go drinking with them. And, more than one of the people you’ve worked with over the past few months have bemoaned your “parents” for not helping you with your addictions.

It’s almost like having a family again.

Almost.

You step off the cramped ship into the cool evening air, wanting to stretch your legs for a bit, when you hear a familiar voice and feel a familiar presence in the force.

“Hey, that person might know!” You’d recognize Wrecker’s force presence even if you were doped up on force suppressors, and the child standing next to him has the same overall feel as all of the chones.

Your blood runs cold. Wrecker will recognize you. How could he not?

He approaches you, and your mind goes blank. Your fingers twitch towards your lightsaber, hidden in your sleeve. You don’t want to hurt Wrecker. But you will if you have to.

“Excuse me, miss?” The child stops in front of you, and you look down at her. Blonde hair, wide brown eyes…she’s a clone, no doubt about it. “Me and my brother are looking for a specific shop-”

“I…I’m sorry, I’ve never been here before.” You keep your voice low, in the hopes that Wrecker won’t hear you. But you know there’s not a chance of it, not with how close he is to you.

Surprise flashes across his face, followed by joy, “It’s you! Tech has been worried sick! We all have-” He takes a step towards you, and you scramble backwards, grabbing your saber and lighting it with the comforting snap.

“Stop! Just…just stop.” You sputter, “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.”

Wrecker stops, “Right. Okay.” He pulls Omega back, “No one’s going to hurt you.”

“Sure.”

Wrecker slowly sends a message to his brothers, and then holds his hands out, showing that he’s unarmed. 

Tech, Hunter, and Echo run up only moments later, and Hunter has to grab Tech from running over to you.

“It is just us, cyare.” Tech says, pulling himself away from Hunter, “We are not going to hurt you.”

Your lightsaber is crossed across your body defensively, and slowly you reach out to the force, looking for the, arguably, most dangerous member of the CF99 at the moment. “Where’s Crosshair?” You ask.

“He is…not here.” Tech says quietly.

“You expect me to believe that your own twin isn’t here, I’m not that dumb, Tech.”

“He…” Tech falters, “Listen, his chip activated, ours didn’t. So when we defected, he didn’t.”

“What chips? What are you talking about?” You demand, and their faces fall.

“You…don’t know.” Hunter says quietly, “Stars, you must have thought we turned on you for no reason-”

“It would be nice to know what crime my people committed to deserve to be slaughtered down to the smallest baby, yes.” You bite out.

“It wasn’t…there…” Echo trails off and he takes a deep breath, “Tech, you need to talk to her. Just, tell her the truth. All of it. She’s a jedi, she’ll know if you’re lying.”

Tech nods, and he steps in front of his brothers, his gaze locked on you, “I am going to tell you everything that I know,” He says quietly, and then he starts talking.

And slowly, as he explains, you lower your saber and then turn it off. And by the time Tech finishes his story, you’re sitting on a small crate with your face in your hands. “My people were slaughtered by your brothers because Palpatine stole their free will from them?”

“Yes.”

Both of your hands fist in your hair, “...’m sorry for drawing my saber on you.” 

Tension drains from the men standing across from you, and the next thing you know, Tech’s hands are on your shoulders, “It is okay. You had every right to be concerned.” He kneels in front of you, “Are you injured?”

“I was shot at the temple, but that was months ago.” You say quietly.

“And…you are alright?”

“No.” You whisper, “It’s a very lonely galaxy, Tech.”

Tech raises himself enough to press a kiss to your forehead, “You do not have to be alone. You can travel with us. Right, Hunter?”

“Of course.” Hunter replies immediately.

“See.”

“That’s kind of you, but I know your ship isn’t that big.”

“With the both of us, we can retrofit.” Tech offers, “We can make room for all of us.” He takes your hands in his, “Please do not leave.”

“You won’t be safe if I travel with you. I’m a Jedi.”

“We are not safe anyway.” Tech points out, “Please, cyare? I promise that we will be safer together.”

You sigh, and very gently squeeze his hands, “Yeah, okay. The crew that I’m a part of now won’t be surprised if I decide to leave without warning.”

“Truely?”

“I have something of a reputation.” You reply dryly.

“...it has been 6 months.” You shrug, and allow Tech to tug you to your feet, before he wraps you in a tight hug. “I feared you were dead.”

“I’m sorry.”

Tech’s gaze lingers on her as she dozes in his bunk, his fingers are tangled in her hair as he silently offers her comfort.

She doesn’t look healthy.

She’s too thin, her clothes hang off of her, and the circles under her eyes are dark enough that it looks like she has bruises around her eyes. She hasn’t been eating properly, obviously, and Tech wonders if it’s because of grief or fear.

And there’s no way he’s ever going to forget the look in her eyes when she saw them again. Dread, fear, terror-

He never wanted her to look at him like that again.

Tech smooths his hand down her spine, and carefully adjusts the blanket so it’s tucked under her chin.

He knew the moment that the regs turned on General Billaba, that his cyare was in danger. The dread had been like a lead weight in his stomach. And while he would have spoken to Crosshair about it, he could tell that there was something wrong with his twin.

Not to mention, Crosshair had never been her biggest fan in the first place.

So he bit his tongue, and kept an eye on the list of deceased Jedi, and he hoped. 

It wasn’t very logical.

But the longer he didn’t see her name, the longer he had hope that she was still alive.

She shifts in his bed, rolling over to press her face against his thigh, and Tech presses his hand against the back of her head. The Marauder really isn’t big enough to add another adult, so she’s going to have to share with him for the time being.

Which isn’t half as much of a problem as he’s making it out to be, nothing would make him happier than waking up with her in his arms, but the last thing he wants is for her to forget where she is and freak out.

Luckily, the dread he felt when he heard about the jedi being hunted has faded into something much easier to handle, now he just has the sinking dread of having to help her deal with the trauma of surviving a massacre.

Easy.

Tech glances down at his datapad, and settles back against his pillow as he starts to read on how to help people process trauma.

If he can’t get his cyare to a mind healer, then he’ll just have to become one himself.

Tech glances at her one more time as her fingers curl in the soft material of his pajama bottoms, and he smiles at her sleeping face. He gently brushes some hair out of her face, “I promise,” He whispers, “I am going to take care of you.”

[moonsaver]

Hi! It’s @pix3lplays! (On anon because I have another account and I can’t switch which account I’m asking from haha)

I wanted to say thanks for being so nice when I responded to your comment on one of my posts~I really appreciated what you said hehe, definitely made me feel bit more confident and inspired me to keep writing :)

So I thought I’d throw an ask out since requests are open~

If you’re not interested no problem but I’ve thought about it a little and I thought maybe you’d have some thoughts.

Yandere!Sunday when his darling somehow gets seriously hurt, how do you think he’d feel, what would he do?

Personally I think he’s a complete control freak already when it comes to reader, so it just gets WORSE…ANYWAYS I wanna hear YOUR thoughts if you’re interested in the prompt hehe~ also if you’ve already talked about this oops I must’ve missed it, sorry in advance-

But yeah thanks so much, it was really cool to talk to you, take care of yourself, please!!

Hello Pixel! Thank you for sending in this ask, you're very sweet haha <3 i like your writing and im glad i helped you become more confident in it. Also,same issue here, i cant send asks from this account specifically, so i use anon or just use my personal blog to send asks.

Anyways, onto the request,

Ooh, my Yan!Sunday brain is ticking.. he really is an absolute control freak, and is a bit of a mess when he sees you seriously injured. A miscalculation, ignorance, negligence, or perhaps just.. an oversight from his part? Whatever the reason is, he's in high-drive now, and absolutely stressed about it. He only has a worried and distant look on his face, and at this stage he's prone to easily snapping at anyone, but his mind would be on a completely different level of stress. How dare they? How dare anyone lay a filthy inch of a finger on you? To stain you with their sins, and to breach your skin in such a grotesque manner.. he's absolutely enraged.

He insists on tending to you himself personally, unless it's so serious paramedics have to be involved. Stays by your side until he cant, sitting on the egde of the bed, body turned halfway to face you, fingers ghosting the edge of your face with tenderness.

However, this tenderness is only limited to your recovery period.

After you wake up or recover a bit, practically any freedom you would have had is gone. Completely.

Scolds you, borderline yells at you, holds you still with a deathly tight grip on your arms, forcing you to look into his eyes. This happened because you left. This happened because you were out of his watch. This all happened because of your freedom. Don't you dare even bother mentioning going out anywhere. You will be surveillanced almost all the time. He spends a suffocating amount of time next to you, harshly spitting back whenever you try to protest or reason with him. His words aren't gentle at all, and you're getting on his nerves. Perhaps he should just look over you himself, force you into a borderline coma in the dream fluid, and deal swiftly with the perpetrators.

Robin catches wind of this at some point.. she tells you that he's just worried, and there's a lot of people that don't quite hold The Family in high regards. Just.. its okay. Let him do this.

Let him pick out your clothes, brush your hair, check your healing wounds, gently ebb the water over them as you bathe, and kiss the skin of your shoulder when both of you stay silent after another argument.

If you still continue arguing.. he doesn't have a choice. He slumps a bit, a hand coming up to massage his temple as he sighs, and tells you in a softer voice that he's terrified. The worst thing that could happen did happen. He almost lost you. Can't you just go with it and let him be assured? You're dragging it out much more than it needs to be. He's spent many sleepless nights, ideas of dreamscapes turning into nightmares as the image of your hurt face flashes in his mind. Just cooperate, for Aeons' sake.

And no one speaks after that. He emotionally blackmails and manipulates you as a sort of final resort. Surely, you'd understand. It's not like it's far from the truth anyway. He is scared. But more than that, he's enraged this happened in the first place.

Adding on more to it,

Once things calm down.. in a twisted sort of way, he realizes just how perfectly he can get you under his complete control from these events. He may even not so subtly orchestrate similar events to scare you, to keep you in check, forcing you to rely on him completely, as he swoops in at the right time, acting as some kind of a "savior". Its a sick mindset, and he's not ashamed of it. Oh dear, you were just so pleasantly compliant after that event. And it just solidifies his statement that you shouldn't be going outside anymore, or be constantly accompanied by the Bloodhound Family guards, after only a few incidents of various threat levels.

In the end, it's a cycle that repeats up until you finally give in and let him take any and all freedom you have. He sets down your hairbrush with a gentle 'clack', kisses the crown of your head, and tells you it's alright. He will take such good care of you. Just listen to him. Listen to his every word. He has your best intentions in mind. Don't think about anything, anyone. You're a smart girl, surely you understand?

[starhwazz]

·:*¨༺ ♱ A case of insomnia ♱ ༻¨*:·

「 ✦ Seongjoong ✦ 」

「Wordcount : 6,454」 ── 「NSFW」

「Hongjoong was holding the outline of his dick through the sweats. His team ring being lit up by the blue light and some of his dick outline also being lit. He looked huge. And it took everything in seonghwa not to run into that bathroom and suck him dry, Choking on hongjoongs dick tearing up as the shorter mans fucks up into his mouth」

「 Content: 」

── Top Hongjoong, bottom Seonghwa

── Masturbation, lewd pics, dry humping, hand jobs, mutual masturbation

Like every other night, Seonghwa was having trouble falling asleep, and although he had promised himself that tiktok would help him feel tired. he ended up staying up watching every video that ran on his feed. But he was intrigued by this specific video.

He was on his private fake stan account that was dedicated to hongjoong only because he and hongjoong were close, Like really close. And he thought it would be nice to dedicate a account to his best friend. Just because.

Now he came across a tiktok that had a video of a woman in the back giggling and screaming as she hit the wall in slowmo, Now he thought it was hilarious. But the captions over the video and the comments piqued his interest.

“Atiny when that one hongjoong edit plays.” He had no idea what the edit was nor why atiny was freaking out over it, He scrolled through every comment and every reply and it all consisted of atinys absolutely losing it. “The clips they used! I cant take it!!” “IM SCREAMING” was the constant comments he seen on this video and god did his curiosity peak.

And thats when he finally decided to click on the audio and to his luck the edit was the top video on the sound, He then clicked on the video and to his surprise the edit was beautifully made.

The song was captivating, as was the way each clip varied to the beat. What captivated him were the timing and flashes, the absolute talent they used while making this, rather than the fact that the video featured Hongjoong making some extremely alluring looks and risky body movements and totally not throwing his head back groaning into the camera.

He then looped the video over and over taking deeper looks at every clip, the way the editor knew what they were doing putting certain clips into this with this audio, The intro was what has him hooked using such attractive photos of his leader. I mean he did always know hongjoong was hot but this edit was doing something.

“Hwa, Please change the video i need to sleep and all i hear is the same song on repeat, I dont want to hear the moaning.” Seonghwa paused the video and turned his head to stare at the back of the oreo haired boy.

Wooyoung had his back turned to hwa, The shorter man huffed and shuffled as he tried to fall asleep. And seonghwa laid there on his own bed across from him. He bit his lip as he stared back at his phone and quickly looked up crawling towards his nightstand and grabbing his airpods, Placing them in his ears and replaying the edit.

He didn’t know what got over him but that edit was addictive he didn’t know how many times he watched it but he knew every clip by heart and when it would change, when it would end and how it would start. Why was hongjoong so.. hot?

Wait. What the fuck ? It wasn’t that. No. He quickly closed tiktok and placing his phone next to him as he laid there staring at the ceiling, He’s just tired. Yeah. Maybe he needs to sleep off this confusing edit. Yeah. Thats it.

Seonghwa quietly placed his phone on the nightstand, plugging it in and putting away his airpods being oh so careful as to not make a sound to make the brat that was sleeping across from him. Seonghwa finally laid back down closing his eyes.

But he groaned as he kept tossing and turning he couldn’t sleep but he needs too especially for the interview, He knew hongjoong would be on his ass for going to bed at 4AM. And he felt his heart skip at the thought of hongjoong, ‘ Huh? Cut that out hwa .’ He thought to himself as he turned to his side pulling the blanket with him and wrapping himself cozily. He finally felt himself drifting into sleep.

The next day the boys were all sitting near one another getting their positions ready, Seonghwa was seated next to hongjoong, What luck. He felt his heart race more than usual. And the man took quiet but deep breaths to relax, That was until hongjoong turned and smiled at him. He knew seonghwa was panicking about something so he threw him that cute smile.

And fuuck did it not help instead it made his heart race slightly and he felt his head spin with confusion, Is he still tired? He kept questioning himself not knowing he completely zoned out staring into a wall.

“Hwa, Are you okay?” Mingi spoke up leaning forward to stare at a absent seonghwa, Just then hwa snapped out of it and saw all his members staring at him.

“Im fine! Just a bit nervous.” Seonghwa brushed it off as he smiled and nodded to everyone calming their worries. Wooyoung then locked eyes with seonghwa and the younger male let out a quiet laugh.

“Makes sense why you were up so late, Hyung was nervous for the interview.” Wooyoung laughed and squinted his eyes towards seonghwa in a playful manner.

“You seriously stayed up?” Yunho said with a slight laugh in his tone.

“Yeah every night he’s up struggling to sleep but last night was the worst.” Wooyoung added whining the last word and exaggeratingly throwing his head back with a annoyed expression.

The guys laughed at wooyoung’s stupid exaggeration, San suddenly patted wooyoung smiling at the man as everyone around made annoyed sounds at the lovers.

“Get a room ew!” Hongjoong replied looking away from the two faking a gag at their skinship. “Shut up!” Wooyoung shouted towards the brown haired man.

Hongjoong and wooyoung childishly stuck their tongues out towards another and annoying made noises mocking one another.

Seonghwa stared hard at hongjoong, Suddenly focusing in every detail in his face, How his eyes get smaller when he smiles and laughs, How his cheeks fill while he smiles. And he quickly snapped out of it as he saw hongjoong stop making faces at wooyoung.

“What even kept you up hyung?” San asked softly and seonghwa thought for a second, He couldn’t let his members know he was watching an edit, Especially one of their members. Specifically the captain.

He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck innocently, “Ah i was just scrolling reading what atiny had to say about our comeback announcement, and watching some videos.” And thats when wooyoung blurted out scaring hwa.

“HE WAS WATCHING A VIDEO ON REPEAT FOR ABOUT 20 FUCKING MINUTES!” “I legit couldn’t sleeppp.. and the song had some crazyy shit in it!” Wooyoung blurted and groaned as he remembered the same song on repeat, Everyone turned to look at hwa and immediately the man was bombarded with questions.

“Who was it? WHAT song was playing? What the hell were you watching? Who’s edit was it!” Was the same questions being asked and he swore he wanted to just dig a deep hole, choke wooyoung and throw him in it.

And just when hongjoong was about to speak the interviewers spoke up asking if they were ready to start and everyone immediately calmed down and nodded, Except hwa he was completely embarrassed why did wooyoung have to always open his annoying mouth.

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The interview ended after 50 minutes of shooting and hwa swore it was the longest shoot they’ve ever done, Everytime he looked at hongjoong while he talked he felt a blush creep into his cheeks painting them with a cute color and if it wasn’t for the blush already there he would’ve been dead. Every moment he talked he felt hongjoong staring at him. But it makes sense, Hes the leader, He does that to everyone so it doesn’t mean anything.

Seonghwa quickly got up and thanked the interviewers for bringing them in the channel and interviewing the members and group themselves, He made a beeline towards the drinks their staff dropped off for them at the lounge side of the huge room. Seonghwa grabbed his strawberry berry mix smoothie and sat down on the leather black couch which was surprisingly comfortable, He took his phone out and scrolled through insta reading atiny’s comments in his newest post.

That was until he was interrupted by a certain main sitting next to him, “Hwa hows the drink?” Hongjoong had asked as he grabbed his own and sipping his pineapple flavored drink sitting back and also pulling out his phone.

“Its good haven’t been able to have this in a while, Hows yours joongie.” Seonghwa said surprisingly calm, He didn’t feel insanely nervous for once being this close to hongjoong plus they’re just relaxing and drinking together that’s nothing strange.

“Hmm same, I can always ask staff to give you that whenever you wanted hwa.” Hongjoong said as he looked at hwa throwing him a sweet smile which made his heart jump, Only cause it was so sweet that he was really going to make the staff always give hwa his favorite smoothie.

“Its okay joongie you dont need too.” Seonghwaa responded also sweet and throwing him light hearted smile.

“You know, I also struggle falling asleep. You can always just text me when you cant sleep hwa.” Joong had blurted as he kept scrolling and he suddenly felt more at ease, now he has someone to text when he cant sleep.

“Then i guess get ready for me texting you tonight captain.” Seonghwa slightly shoved hongjoongs shoulder to teasingly joke with him because they always did that, Its their form of love. And just as expected hongjoong shoved him back and laughed “I will hwa.”

Just after that conversation the two went silent scrolling and drinking the fruity juices they had while sitting super close together, shoulders touching yet none of them moved instead they kept the distance close. There was nothing that felt awkward or off about this instead peaceful and calming it felt like all the nerves seonghwa had from this morning and all the tiredness and confusion last night had completely slipped away from his mind once he was in his comfort bubble that had hongjoong as the center of his bubble.

He was never fully at peace unless he was in his room building his legos or near hongjoong, Hongjoong was his safe space and seonghwa was his. They never felt awkward being close whether sitting or standing together they just felt peace. Unless one of the members tease the two.

The day passes by as the group leaves the building and goes over to their entertainment building and practice for their comeback, And this whole dance practice had seonghwa frustrated.

Not because hongjoong is in a tank top but because seonghwa keeps slightly messing up whether mixing his part up or slipping, It was annoying how he immediately froze the second he saw hongjoong in a tank top with a black cap covering his face and a jacket tied around his waist as he wore black baggy jeans with white sneakers, He looked so good in it. But that wasn’t why he was distracted. He was just exhausted.

Finally seonghwa got the part no trips no slips nothing, The members cheered as everyone got their parts down and just as fast as the excitement started it died out with staff telling them to do it a few more times until everyone is perfect.

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Seonghwa had finally hit the bed, Stretching like a cat trying to get comfortable enough to sleep but of course he couldn’t, So he tossed and turned finally getting comfortable and closing his eyes.

But to his surprise nothing. He had sighed loudly out of his nose as he turned to grab his phone and stare at the time. It took 15 minutes until he gave up. He rolled his eyes at the time cursing the world for not letting him get the rest he needed but finally decided to open his phone and get to scrolling again.

And this time he’s reading comments on the new interview, He loved seeing everyone excited about new things they learned about the members but what he also loved is the clips.

And this clip had seonghwa conflicted. It was when he was talking about one of his biggest things in life and how he achieved it but the clip wasn’t of him telling his story but it was of hongjoong. The man was staring into his eyes like he was enchanted, His eyes followed everytime seonghwa moved on the chair as he spoke, His eyes were focused on him but also not. And seonghwa froze once he realized it.

Hongjoong looked at his lips… Why? That’s just fake, Right?

Wrong it’s in every clip of that part. He stares for a good 10 seconds before going back up to his eyes staring passionately. And apparently this isn’t the first time he’s done this.

The taller man sits up in shock as he keeps scrolling finding every clip where hongjoong does the exact thing and even biting his lip in some. And thats when seonghwa feels his heart race and something in his stomach just flipped.

He quickly closed out twitter, He didn’t want to keep looking because he felt like hes just trying to make something appear in something that would never happen.

So he just scrolls endlessly on tiktok but something stops him.

DING

And thats when seonghwa races to open the message.

Joong

“Yo you up?”

Seonghwa

“Yea.”

“You also having trouble?”

Joong

“Told you id be up, and yes just like you.”

Seonghwa laughed at the little blow “Just like you.” And quickly typed a response. He needed to distract himself from whatever he was feeling from the clips before.

Seonghwa

“What usually helps you sleep joongi?”

Joong

“Y you asking? Tryna steal my technique?”

Seonghwa

“Just need help getting rest.”

“And yes im stealing it <3.”

Joong

“Ill let you steal anything from me any day.”

And thats when seonghwa felt it again. That same feeling, His heart skipped his stomach fluttered and his hands got sweaty. What is wrong with him? It was just a cute snapback at his own flirty joke, Not like joong was serious.

And thats when the next message changed seonghwa’s entire life.

Joong

“Masturbating usually helps me.”

Holy shit. He felt his entire body get shivers as the next images that popped in his mind were his bestfriend, Head thrown back, Dick in hand and hes quietly moaning and groaning as he strokes himself slowly but roughly trying to waste his energy just so he could sleep. All he could think about was how he looked while doing it.

What faces did joong make? How loud does he get? Does he moan groan or whine? Does he do all of them? How fast does he go? What does he watch? Does he top?

He quickly drags himself out of that mindset, Trying to calm himself down by responding. He feels his body hot and his heart racing, He feels like a schoolgirl who almost got caught doing something against her parents strict rules.

Seonghwa

“Really?”

Joong

“Yep, It helps out alot.”

Seonghwa

“Never tried to do that to force myself asleep.”

Joong

“Hey i mean i was going to do it.”

“But i decided to text you.”

Seonghwa felt the immediate rush of blood flow everywhere but his brain. The thought of hongjoong jerking off kept popping up, And now he’s in a hole he dug himself with a problem of his own.

Seonghwa

“Wowww im so special you decided to text me over jacking off.”

“im so honored.”

Joong

“Idc. Id do it while texting you hwa. im tired and cant sleep and thats honestly the only way i know how.”

And at that second seonghwa quickly but quietly ran up and out his and wooyoungs shared room and into the bathroom he had closest to his room. He locked the door and sat at the toilet groaning as he looked at his own hard on.

Seonghwa

“Thats pretty crazy to say joong.”

And just after he sent that he raised his own hips to slide off his sweats, Along with his boxers letting his dick spring out into the cold air. He sucked air through his teeth trying to get used to the coldness.

Just as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock his phone dinged and he immediately opened the message.

Joong

“Says the one who just ran into the bathroom.”

Seonghwa

“???”

And just then his phone dinged again this time an image showing up, He bit his lip as he anxiously opened the image. It showed him opening the bathroom door phone in hand. The photo was taken across from him. Exactly where san and hongjoong were roomied up.

Seonghwa gulped as he slowly stroke his own dick while typing back to hongjoong.

Seonghwa

“Stalker much?”

Joong

“Not my fault i saw you the second i went to do what your doing right now.”

And seonghwa quietly groaned at the fact the other male knew exactly what he was doing right now.

Seonghwa

“Perv.”

Joong

“Aren’t you also jerking off right now.”

Seonghwa let out an airy laugh as he squeezed at the tip teasing himself as he read the message out again imagining hongjoong saying that to his face, Practically spitting at him at how much of a pervert he was for masturbating while texting his best friend.

Seonghwa

“This might be weird but how do you do it.”

Joong

“Bold question, But ill answer.”

“I usually go fast and hard since im exhausted. So id rather get it over with so i can sleep.”

And that second seonghwa swore he was about to cum just at the thought of hongjoong abusing his dick forcing huge strings of cum to burst out of his cock.

Seonghwa

“I have to try that. Im usually slow and hard. But then again im never in a hurry.”

Joong

“If you really want to sleep faster everytime you get to your tip squeeze a bit tighter and twist your hand, I come fast from doing that like 3 times.”

And seonghwa immediately listens placing his phone down on the sink counter snd quickly picking up his pace and quietly moaning as he slams his hand down hard on his shaft. Keeping a fast and hard rhythm and just as he goes to stroke again he squeezes around his tip and twists while pulling his hand down his dick, The shock that spills through his dick to the rest of his body feels electric, He throws his head back and lets out a groan as he repeats the same motion and rythmn.

And the third time he does it he feels his legs start to shake as he fastens the pace and constantly twisting his dick, The absolute wave of pleasure he gets slapped with is overwhelming that he completely ignores his phone buzzing with texts and covers his mouth muffling the loud moans and curses that slip past his mouth as he shoots strings and strings of cum.

Seonghwa sits there hand full of cum as the shots of cum land on his shirt and thighs, Some missing and landing on the seat and floor. He sits back panting and catching his breath as he feels his cum becoming hard, He groans and quickly grabs the wipes wiping down his body riding himself of his cum leftovers, And cleaning the seat and floor.

He throws his cum stained shirt into the hamper leaving him shirtless in the coldness of their place. And just then another ding comes from his phone, And he quickly picks the phone up left with an image and a few messages

Joong

“Hwaaa?”

“Seems like someone took my advice.”

“I miss you i wanna talk to you before i starttt.”

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And once seonghwa opens the image he feels his stomach drop. Completely shocked and in awe at the picture, The image shows off hongjoongs hand with his sweats, The blue light just barely lighting the shorter mans hand, And if you adjust the brightness you can see it almost perfectly. Hongjoong was holding the outline of his dick through the sweats. His team ring being lit up by the blue light and some of his dick outline also being lit.

He looked huge. And it took everything in seonghwa not to run into that bathroom and suck him dry, Choking on hongjoongs dick tearing up as the shorter mans fucks up into his mouth.

And just then seonghwa smiles at himself as he quickly pulls his sweats down slightly just showing off his vline, And the light just so perfectly shines showing his perfect abs and just stoping at his perfect hips. Vline just visible, Any further and his dick will peek out. And with that seonghwa takes a picture and sends it along with a text

Seonghwa

“Maybe you might go to sleep faster than you think joongie.”

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“Dream of me will you.? Also thanks for the tip.”

And just with that seonghwa unlocks the bathroom, Walking out with a proud smile and just before he enters his room he stares where hongjoong would be at in the bathroom and just as he enters his room he swears he could hear a groan.

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Quickly the morning arrives and seonghwa swears he had the sleep of his life, He walks downstairs and everyone turns to the usual grumpy seonghwa.

“Morning grump.” “Morning jongho.” Seonghwa replied with a smile and thats when yeosang and jongjo froze. Hwa walked past them to grab a banana from the counter behind them and walks back around and sits at the island across from the two.

Mingi turned his head and stared at seonghwa squinting at the older man trying to understand why hes not his normal grump self.

“What?” Seonghwa spoke up while having mouth full of banana. “Did you actually get sleep.?” San spoke in a soft and quiet tone, Everyone but hongjoong was confused.

Seonghwa glared over towards where hongjoong was standing at which was near the fridge, And the two locked eyes, Hongjoong smiled towards him and seonghwa smiled back and immediately everyone look at hongjoong.

“Oh my god did hongjoong help you get sleep? I heard he always stays up so im guessing he gave you tips!” Yeosang spoke up and everyone around broke out into “ohhh” and went back to their normal routine, Except wooyoung.

“Hongjoong how do you get good sleep even though san tells me it take you hours to sleep.” Seonghwa gets up to throw the banana away and grab a plate of food that wooyoung cooked earlier.

“Cant share my technique to those who dont need it.” The brown haired man said and wooyoung groaned in response.

Of course hongjoong wouldn’t say anything why would he? He would threaten the friendship by exposing themselves and saying “We jerked off last night together.”

No hongjoong wasn’t like that, And he knew that too. For the years he’s been with him in this group and the years they’ve been best friends he knows by heart hongjoong would never jeopardize anyone in the group but especially the bond they have.

And for the rest of the day he could feel hongjoongs focus on him, And seonghwa enjoyed every second. The sudden awkwardness he felt during the interview yesterday completely faded away after the two’s little fiasco last night. The weird feeling seonghwa felt as if he was feeling dirty at how much his heart would skip as joong looked at him was completely washed away as he feels something had been growing between the two and it was about to fully bloom.

Hours had passed and it was finally their break, Everyone ran to grab drinks or just lay on the couch or floor. And some just wanted to rest ontop of their preferred member. Seonghwa had walked past woosan who were practically cuddling on the dance practice floor, He had completely let his body go limp once he sat down on the black couch that rested in their practice room.

He laid his head back resting his arm on top the back of the couch while his other arm stay limp near his body. His chest was rising and falling slow as he was finally catching his breath after the hours of practice, His feet and back were killing him and he swore he developed a headache from the hardcore dancing he had just done.

And just when he felt at peace he hears footsteps approaching him slowly yet rapidly, He picks his head up and stares at an exhausted hongjoong who just walked up to him with a weak smile. He knew what his captain wanted and wouldn’t push him away, He also wanted to just rest with his comfort person.

And so they did, Hongjoong laid his whole body out on the couch and laid his head in seonghwas lap as if he were a cat just wanting to be near their owner constantly. The taller man softly played with the peaceful mans hair causing his body to relax more than it already was, He felt joongs soft inhales and exhales as he kept playing with his hair. This is what peace is. This is what he wants for the rest of his life.

Just afterwards seonghwa quickly falls asleep while hongjoong fell asleep in his lap, The two look so peaceful and happy just to be in this position, To feel completely safe and normal with small things like this. And the last thing seonghwa hears before fully sleeping is sans giggling and whispering.

At least an hour passed and seonghwa woke up as he felt hongjoong move to lay on his back, Seonghwa groans and lifts his head from leaning to the side and stretches his neck cracking the sharp pain he had from holding his neck in place like that. He then stared down and smiled at the half awake male that laid in his lap staring back at him.

“Hey.” Seonghwa spoke up his voice slightly deeper laced with the remaining drops of exhaustion that ran through his body.

“Hey.” Hongjoong responded back in his soft tone, The mix of the softness and deepness he heard made his heart skip.

The two just stared at each other with no more words spoken, The two stared into each others eyes, Their chests rising and falling slowly as they wake up from that nap. The air felt thick seonghwa felt suffocated in the air that traveled his body and wrapped around it. And that’s when seonghwa leaned in. Slowly their faces grew closer.

Seonghwa moved a piece of hair that fell onto hongjoongs face once the man had moved to get comfortable in the beautiful mans lap. Something about this made seonghwa want to risk everything. Hongjoongs gaze felt rough. Like if he was staring at him with such a huge want.

He stared eyes moving as he took in every detail. Seeing hongjoong relaxed in his lap, Seeing how beautiful hongjoong lips looked right now made his heart twist, The way his hair is laid out on his face was so hot. And he took in all the piercings he had, He always knew but to see them this close was perfect.

And the second he met eyes with hongjoong again he felt himself swallow hard and just for a few more seconds he held perfect eye contact until he stared again at hongjoongs beautiful lips and suddenly they crash together.

Hongjoong holding the back of Seonghwa’s neck as the two kissed, The kiss was quick and soft until they got longer and the kisses became intense. Hongjoong had fully sat up and moved away this time his body was staring towards hwa. Seonghwa took this quick second to look at the man’s entire body and how hot he looked as he started breathing faster. And in that second hongjoong snakes his hands around his waist and suddenly pulls him in by the waist.

Seonghwa kissed the man in response to this and suddenly he’s climbing on top of him sitting in his lap as the two kissed again.Hongjoong quickly bit the taller mans mouth causing him to open it allowing hongjoong to dominate his mouth. Taking every second to explore his mouth and just as he would do so the longer haired man whined into the kiss.

Suddenly hongjoong broke apart the kiss to catch his breath and take in the sight of a fully kiss fucked seonghwa, His lips were sore and bruised from the amount of rough kisses the two had.

“You look so beautiful.” Hongjoong said barely above a whisper as he leaned in to leave soft kisses and kitten licks to his neck, And as expected seonghwa tilted his head leaving his neck out for him to just abuse and mark up.

And hongjoong did just that, He started out with soft kisses and started biting and sucking on the mans neck leaving marks up and down his neck as seonghwa quietly moaned out with every marl to his neck.

“Joong-ah.. Is this.. mm.. okay?” Seonghwa moaned out as he stared into his eyes, Hongjoong had responded with a soft kiss to his lips and a smile.

“It is unless you don’t think so then i don’t mind stopping right here hwa.” The shorter man responded as he rubbed circles into seonghwa’s hips with his hands, It was comforting and perfect. This entire thing was.

“Mhm.” “Good im glad, Especially because of that perfect fucking tease last night.” Hongjoongs voice suddenly changed as if it was laced with lustrous undertones to his soft and needy tone.

“You liked it mmmff! Didnt you?” Seonghwa managed to speak up as hongjoong bit his neck again perfectly marking him up, And seonghwa loved every bite that he took because it symbolized that joong wanted hwa. He wanted people to know he’s his.

“Liked it? You know what you did.” Hongjoong said his tone was completely full of lust and it was driving seonghwa crazy.

“What did i do? I mean you helped me so i just wanted to show my appreciation.”He breathed out as the shorter man softly brushed his fingertips along seonghwas waist all the way up to his chest.

“Yeah by showing me your half naked sexy body while i was about to jerk off.?” And just as he said that he locked eyes with him again, And he swore he could’ve came at the spot, His eyes were so dark and hidden behind such a need such a want. It was so addictive to look in his eyes and feel himself harden more and more just with staring into his eyes.

“Well.. did it work.” “Fuck yes hwa.” And right with that sentence they crashed lips again this time it was dirty. Their lips sloppily making out, Hands traveling all over each other trying to find a perfect spot. And just as they did so seonghwa grinded his hips into hongjoongs, Their erections rubbing against each other. The sudden electric jolt that ran through their bodies sending shivers down their spines and causing pre cum to spill from their dicks was intoxicating.

The two men kept grinding against each other as if they were horny teenagers with nothing to use but a pillow to rut against. It was so hot, All seonghwa could hear was hongjoong groaning each time he rolled his hips into his. The friction being made was killing seonghwa.

Hwa then pulled his own shirt off just to feel closer to joong in anyway, He needed their skin to touch or he was going to fucking lose it. And immediately after hongjoong threw his to the side and immediately started attacking his shoulders with kisses and bites, Then his chest. Especially stopping at his muscular breasts.

That was one of hongjoongs favorite things about soenghwa. His beautiful full chest, He loved squeezing them and watching the mans face contort into such a pleased face, Watching how he reacted everytime he kissed his nipples, Hearing the beautiful sounds that slipped his mouth as he sucked and licked and bit his sensitive nipples.

Seonghwa was gripping the shorter mans shoulders as he sucked and treated his chest with such beautiful respect, The sounds hongjoong made while sucking and lapping at his chest was disgusting. And in that moment he wanted to cum.

“Joongie nghh.. Jagiya . Pleasee..” Hwa whined and hongjoong smirked as he stopped and flicked at seonghwas chest, Slightly pinching and pulling his nipples. “Yes baby?” He replied innocently and watched as seonghwa held back the loudest moan.

“Pleaseee . Joong.” “Speak jagi.” Hongjoong calmly responded just smiling up at the man who was a mess, His head was thrown back and sweat ran down his neck all the way towards his stomach. His body was covered in hickeys and bite marks, And fuck the whines spilling out of his mouth.

“I need your dick so bad.” Seonghwa moaned out as he locked eyes with hongjoong, And just like that he groaned quickly grabbing the waistband of his pants and immediately unbuttoning the pants and zipping them off, Lifting his hips up and seonghwa lifts himself up to rid himself of his pants, He sat back down on his lap their clothed dicks touching making the two bite their lips.

Hongjoong wrapped his hands around seonghwa’s long dick, Yeah it wasn’t as much as his but hwa’s size was easily 6inches. It was skinny and slightly thick and god in his eyes it was perfect. Seonghwa whimpered at the sudden grip around his neglected dick.

He slowly pumped the mans cock through his boxers and just as he did he watched seonghwa place his hands on hongjoongs things and throwing his head back as he arched up forwards. It was such s beautiful sight and he needed this man to be completely naked and a ruined mess now or else he was going to murder someone.

Hongjoong stopped and pulled both his and seonghwa’s boxers down to let their dicks spring together and to breathe. They both gasped at the cold air that smacked their dick violently, The coldness sending shivers down their body.

And just as hongjoong pulled both their dicks out he connects them by grabbing both of them and forcing them to rub together drawing a long mewl from seonghwa.

“Jagiya.. mm give me your hand.” Hongjoong groaned as he felt seonghwa’s dick twitch against his own it was such a thrilling feeling. Anyone could walk back into this room and catch the two here like this. Seeing seonghwa marked and bit up and on the brink of falling apart all at the cause of hongjoong.

And seonghwa held his hand out for hongjoong he watched as he brought his hand up to kiss it was so idiotic and adorable, And hongjoong held eye contact the entire time as he kissed his hand, And as quickly as it was cute it was hot.

Seonghwa watched as hongjoong placed his hand wrapped around both their dicks just like homgjoongs and seonghwa whimpered at the sight, He then grabbed seonghwa’s other hand and wrapped it about their dicks.

Hongjoong held an arm around seonghwa pulling him closer and their dicks rub again causing them both to moan at the sensation.

“Fuck, If you need to tap out just tell me okay.” Homgjoong said as he threw a sweet smile at hwa and im response he gets a nod amd a “hurry the fuck up please.” And just with that he starts jerking the two off at a normal speed, Seonghwa keeping his pace and doing the same as hongjoong, The two moan as they jerk each other off the feeling of having their dicks rub against each other as they pump their cocks together made seonghwa’s head spin.

He would’ve never expected that a simple “u up” text would’ve ended up with him moaning in his captains lap as he jerked his dicks off. But was he complaining? No.

“Look at me pleaseeee hwa.” Hongjoong had moaned out as he stared at him with half lidded eyes clouded by lust, The only thing on his mind was seonghwa and the feeling of his beautiful dick rubbed against his own. Seonghwa looked straight into hongjoongs eyes and moaned out as they both picked up the pace hongjoong groaned as he watched the taller boys eyes roll into the back of his head and throw his head back moaning loudly and letting curses slip past his kiss bruised lips.

Neither of them cared how loud they were just focused on how good it felt, The intoxicating sound of the wet slides of their cocks rubbing and being pumped, The strings of moans and whines of curses slipping out of hwa’s lips, And the groans and curses coming out of hongjoong filled their room and their ears. And that was their music.

Seonghwa felt his legs shake as he started pumping their dicks faster, He kept begging louder snd higher moaning out ‘fuck fuck fuck fuck.’ and a bunch of “joongie ah ah hongjoong!” in the middle of his begging. And once he saw seonghwa’s body jolt he immediately started squeezing his hand around their dicks and pumping them both fast and hard.

And just as he did that Seonghwa’s dick spasmed and squirted out strings of cum painting both their stomachs white and dicks coated, Seonghwa let out the loudest moan as he shot his cum all over his captain and himself, And hongjoong kept going even when seonghwa was a whimpering squeaking mess as he was being overstimulated.

“Hwa hwa hwa fuck im gonna cum.” Is all seonghwa heard before hearing a loud groan and watching as hongjoongs dick shot out loads mixing with seonghwa’s own cum. Once hongjoong let go of their dicks hwa let his body fall into joongs and took in his scent as he rode down from his high while joong drew circles in his back while hugging the man tightly.

“Hah, Who would’ve guessed the most innocent text lead up to the most disgusting masturbation session i ever had.” Hongjoong laughed out his voice raspy from all the groaning and moaning.

“I wouldn’t have wished for a different outcome.” The blonde spoke up kissing the smaller male before laying his forehead on his shoulder.

“Now please clean me up i feel horribly dirty.”

“Yes my princess.”

「AO3」 ────

[i-yap]

Hi Lovely,

I don’t know if your requests are open but I thought I’d try my luck. My cat died today and I’m really upset, I was hoping you could do hurt/comfort hcs with Jason (and maybe platonic Damian as he’s the big animal lover)?

Thank you x

Hey im so sorry for your loss man. even the dog in my dp has now passed away and he was my baby and I get how painful it is. I still miss him everyday and refuse to have any account picture without him . Just really take the time to heal and don't let any idiot tell you that yourent supposed to feel sad about a pet passing because honestly I loved my pet more than my brother and I'm sure that cat was loved and lived a great life.

Also my requests are always open I love writing them

Jason Todd x reader x platonic damian- When your cat dies

comfort, angst

It was expected almost, they were just so old and the visits to the vet had become more frequent. It seemed like they was in pain, and that hurt you so much that you wondered if maybe it was for the best. But your heart didn't let you accept that, they were your baby and you cant just accept loosing them like that.

So there you sat , on the sofa, clutching Jason while you sobbed. He sat silently, holding you to him firmly. He had already texted Bruce / militia saying he wont be In that night or as longs as you needed.

Jason isnt the best at comforting words , but there are no words to be said. What jason is good at though is validating your feelings. Even though he has limited interactions with your cat, he could see how deeply you cared for it.

So when your tears start to dry and you pull away from his chest he gently rubs away the remaining tears. He picks you up and carries you to the kitchen counter. Sets a pot of boiling water to make your favorite noodles/ tea depending on when you last ate. He then walks to the freezer and holds an ice pack in his hands . After a couple second he places his cold hands on your poofy tear stained cheeks .

"Im sorry to have burdened you, you dont cry when you've been shot and here I am crying over some cat . You don't have to stay, you must think Im so weak" you say softly feelings the tears starting to well up from the gentle way jason's treating you.

" No No I will hear none of that. How dare you think you are weak. I admit I don't know how to comfort you ..i never really got attached to a lot of things. But I love this about you, the way you love so much and so unconditionally. And the way you hurt for someone ..that's the real show of love. If the roles were switched, would you think I'm a burden? no right? So why would you assume I would? i want to be here for you, whatever you need whenever you need."

" you are doing really well so far"

the doorbell rings and Jason goes to open it.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE DEVIL SPAWN"

"Shut it todd, I'm here to see y/n."

"And why should I let you see her?"

"Because I know her cat died and I know you are incapable of comforting her since you have never felt an ounce of love for anything"

"I LOVE Y/N?? ALSO HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT- wait you hacked something didn't you?"

"Bruce informed me you would be staying in tonight andI have trackers placed on you and y/n and saw you driving to and from the vet , also Y/n hadn't logged into her work account. Even you would have been able to deduce that y/n needs me right now" says Damian matter of factly.

"dont be rude todd, let dami in" you say getting off the kitchen counter. You go over to shake dami's hand but he pulls you into a hug. You and todd exchange confused glances.

" I apologize for your loss y/n, if anything happened to my pets I would stab todd and then burn down a civilization" Dami's voice muffled from your clothes.

"WHY STAB ME"

"because you probably had something to do with it, You are very affection hungry when it comes to y/n"

"WHA-" "I agree with dami" "WHa-is that a backpack Demon spawn?"

"Yes , i will be spending the night here watching some "feel-good movies as she says it with y/n, I cant leave her in the hands of a barbarian now can I"

"I WAS TAKING CARE OF HER JUST FINE" shouts jason mock angrily, after all he understands how Damian and Y/n share a bond when it comes to their pets.

"Be happy I didnt tell the rest of the bats todd" " thank god for that"

You pull Dami in and fall asleep cuddled between your two amazing and caring boys, knowing that your cat was loved and spent their last moments knowing there were people in this world who will cry once they leave.

I hope this was okay , there weren't A lot of headcanons ..

[bichietozier-s]

🕷️Catch You On The Web!!🕸️

An Itafushi spiderman socmed au ❤️

In which Yuuji Itadori, newly a sophomore in college who still has not a clue what he wants to do with his life, gets bitten by a radioactive spider and gains new abilities, stats and powers. He's coasting on his raw athletic ability, a full-ride scholarship handed to him despite his less-than-perfect grades, when he realizes he's got way more ahead of him than he'd ever imagined. Including, but not limited to, a newfound crush that also throws him for a loop.

you are reading:

Prologue | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (coming soon!)

notes:

teehee megumi crisis moment // tw: i think i put kms jokes in this part? i cant quite remember but i usually toss those in with megumi so just a warning 🫶🏻

edit: forgot to add that loml and kirbys gay friend are nobara pov, while the rest are all megumi pov 🙂‍↕️ should be obvious enough who were talking to though! :3

Megumi sat down on his lofted dorm mattress, out of breath, with slightly reddened cheeks and eyes wide. What the hell was that???

He posted his vague tweet and instantly flopped back onto his bed, still wearing his jacket with his shoulder bag still tucked around his body. He laid there for a while simply staring at his ceiling, catching his breath and replaying that moment over and over and over in his head.

Again… What the hell was that?????

He certainly got what he’d gone for, getting to witness exactly what the beefed-up jock meant when he said “superhuman abilities”. But, even though he had expected to see Yuuji there after Yuta let him know he was on the team, he truly hadn’t expected the interaction he’d gotten. 

Still, he finds the only thought repeating itself in his head to be, “what the HELL was that?”

The question repeats itself as a way to ask literally, what the hell did he just witness? But also, it functioned as a way for him to ask himself what happened to him. Why did he freeze up so badly? Did he make himself look like a fool because of that? He couldn’t stop staring at Yuuji, but somehow, he couldn’t even muster up a response.

Not even a thank you. 

Shit. Now he would have to seek the other boy out again just to thank him. Or, maybe just this once, he could hold up that facade that he was a heartless asshole who didn’t care about anyone or anything. Especially the guy he’d just met days ago and immediately found attractive despite the lack of a brain in his head.

Oh, yeah. He just thought those words. He found him attractive. 

This was something he could never share with the rest of the world. Under any circumstances.

After another 10 minutes of staring at his ceiling, replaying the scene over and over and over and OVER, still wearing his jacket and bag, he realized that he would never be able to keep this a secret, who was he kidding? Also, he would definitely be seeking Yuuji out on purpose again. Whether to Yuuji’s knowledge or not, he didn’t care.

Did that make him weird? Or a creep? It didn’t matter. 

His phone buzzed in his hand.

He had been laying here for a little over a half hour doing this. God damn he was pathetic.

Why did he have to find the way-out-of-his-league, no-brained-idiot jock attractive? He was doomed.

His phone buzzed in his hand once more, so he picked it up to see replies coming through on his stupid tweet. He huffed out a loud sigh, before hoisting himself up off of his bed, finally removing his bag and jacket, and then responding to them.

Nobara had expertly tracked down Yuta through the internet (read: found him through Yuuji’s private account on twitter) and got his number so she could conspire with him over Yuuji’s own love life.

She had little to no knowledge on this “pizza guy” who wasn’t even the pizza guy, and had never met Yuta before, although she’d heard plenty about him through Maki. From what she could tell though, he seemed like a fine dude.

After the brief introduction she offered to him, Nobara and Yuta began sharing their own stories on the perspectives they had to offer for each boy in question through a facetime call. Nobara needed to know more about this “Megumi”, how he truly fit into all this, and especially if he was even worthy enough to consider as a possible partner for her best friend. And Yuta was simply here to offer that information up to her.

He started from the beginning of this school year, telling Nobara everything he could offer up that might overlap for her. Anything that had to do with Yuuji, from the fact that he lives in the room above Yuta himself and his boyfriend Toge, all the way down to the last time he spoke to him, filling in all of the blanks that had to do with Megumi, as well.

The pieces were already falling into place for Nobara. She was seeing how they were all somehow connected to one another without even knowing or realizing it. 

After Yuta had wrapped up his storytime, Nobara shared hers, which as she had expected, was minimal in comparison to what Yuta offered for her (especially considering she needed some extra intel on who Megumi even was, whereas Yuta at least knew Yuuji pretty well). 

Where Yuta explained the progression of events with Yuuji acting odd, not being able to sleep and all of that, Nobara was able to offer insight on those things. She also was able to connect things Yuuji had told her about with things that Yuta knew of Megumi and what he’d been up to.

And then came that tweet from Megumi, not even an hour before Yuta and Nobara had their girl talk session. 

“So, obviously since you don’t know Megumi, you wouldn’t know about this, but…” Yuta trailed off as he ran to grab a screenshot of Megumi’s recent tweet to send to Nobara. “Look at what he tweeted a little while ago,” he said, the sound of a shit eating smirk evident in his voice.

“Oooooohhhh, interesting, okay,” Nobara hummed out, pursing her lips, her face showing her deep, deep thought process. “And this is after he supposedly went to a practice for the football team?”

“Yeah, and like, he said he only wanted to go because he’d heard some other dude from the team talking up this other guy who apparently had superhuman strength or some shit,” Yuta said, not realizing exactly who the “guy with superhuman strength” was. 

But luckily, Nobara was a professional at gossip. So she caught on incredibly fast. 

“Oh! So he was going to specifically check out Yuuji, got it,” she laughed, saying it sarcastically and assuming they were both on the same page. Well, they certainly were now. 

“WAIT-” Yuta yelled. “NO WAY.” 

Nobara looked back at him through her phone screen with raised eyebrows.

“OH MY GOD, YOU’RE RIGHT! HE WANTED TO GO TO WATCH YUUJI! TOGE!” Yuta looked off to the side of his phone screen where Nobara couldn’t see, or hear, Toge. Soon she was watching Yuta communicate with his mute boyfriend, signing out of habit even though it wasn’t necessary as he yelled about Yuuji being the reason that Megumi wanted to go watch the football practice.

He finally came back to the phone screen, a huge grin plastered on his face. “I can’t believe I didn’t catch on to that before, but I guess I didn’t really have all the details on Yuuji’s weird increase in strength,” Yuta said to Nobara. “But, do you think he even knew it was Yuuji? I mean, I hardly knew anything about Yuuji’s strength and shit, Megumi definitely wouldn’t. They only met for the first time a few days ago, and clearly Megumi was as disinterested in Yuuji as he is with anyone else. If not moreso. He also told me he didn’t even know Yuuji was on the team, I suppose…” He trailed off at the end, realizing that Megumi definitely didn’t know it was Yuuji prior to going.

Nobara thought for a moment. “Yeah, I guess you have a point. He probably didn’t know it was all Yuuji they were talking about, but if he didn’t know then, judging on that tweet, he definitely knows now,” she stressed the word ‘definitely’, laughing as she finished her thought. She was right on the money with that one.

After the two talked for nearly two hours, they finally ended the call with Nobara needing to get started on her hour-long-before-bed-self-care routine, promising Yuta an exciting update by the end of the night.

“What are you gonna do??” Yuta asked, morbidly curious of what this devious girl he just met was capable of.

“I’m requesting assistance from the queen, of course,” she wiggled her eyebrows, before bidding him goodnight, and telling him to extend that to Toge as well. 

As soon as that call ended, she flew to text her girlfriend, roping her into this wildly massive scheme she was planning.

author's note:

SO SO SORRY FOR THE LONG PAUSE BETWEEN UPDATES GUYS AAAHHH i got super duper sick (i had pneumonia 🤪) and then i just have been lazy and keep putting off actually formatting the post for this bc it takes me like a good 20 minutes at LEAST bc of how i do it eugh BUT ITS HERE NOW!! next part is not yet in the works but it wont be as long of a break inbetw i prommie 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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[bigmack2go]

Ok so it’s been two days so i think I’ve finally processed everything enough to talk abt it

(Lmao that sounds like trauma. It actually about meeting sky)

So

Yk he texted me to meet him infront of the bar. I read AT the bar so i didn’t see him for a while (i didnt realise this until today) and the. He came in instead. He was rly confused for a second and didn’t see me. He looked around and the other person other than me (besides the bartenders) was some rly old man. Mind you: i told him what i looked like and that was NOT it and he looked a little lost but in an abnormaly adorable way (he was fidgeting with his hands and ahh. Sometimes i forget he’s human/silly so that was a very beautiful reminder of that)

Anyway so i went to him and i he still didn’t notice me for another few seconds. My mind was blank though so i just stood there like 🧍 until he saw me. The next few seconds are just gone from my memory. (I have extreme memory loss and i didn’t take my meds that day so any second i wasnt hyper aware of what was happening, is just,,, gone. And since i have adhd too, that happens a lot)

well anyway so i said “i made something… well they’re not done yet but” and i took the shoes i made out. I asked if he could sign them and he was just like really in shock. He was really flashed by the shoes but also that i wanted him to sign them. He just looked at them for a while and kept complementing them (i died btw) and then at some point he just stopped mid sentence and was like “wait- hold up, did you say you want me to sign those?!” Like he was Not Prepared ForThat At All. Like bro was so flashed and then i think that thing that i wanted him to sign it hit him off guard idk. I magically had a pencil apear (i hid it in my sleeve before that bc for some reason i thought that was a good idea) and he was like doinh a double take at something he didn’t even look away from? Idk. Well so he signed them and he was like,,,, spelling it aloud and it was adorable and i wanna die. (He also really didn’t wanna sign anywhere he shouldn’t and he was rly unsure and askee a few times”

“Okay lets see where do i— where do you want me— there, i’ll sign there is that okay? Okay. Okay so….. there. S. Mhm. K… oh that’s a weird K. And Y. There. Sky. Thats my name” (thats word by word what he said) (how cute do u wanna be? Him: yes.) and then he gave them back to me and there was A LITTLE HEART BEHIND HIS NAME AND WHEN I TELL YOU I ALMOST SCREAMED IN HIS FACE. It doesn’t look like a heart. More like a defirmed triangle but the intention is clear…

Well the. I asked if we could take a foto. Mind you, my phone has one if thos protection thingys where you cant see the display when you lopl from the side. Anyway i dint remember what he said or when he put his arm around me but the next thing i remember his arm was around my shoulder and his face was like…. Touching mine(?) (that sounds creepy as hell wtf) i was really shaking and i couldn’t see the display i just say that he was frowning a little after not taking another foto. I didn’t think anything of it in the moment and just thought he was still suprised i wanted a foto.

Well now this part i remember VIVIDLY. We were tlking a bit more and i was shaking even more now on account of I WAS LITTERALY HAVING one of SKY FLAHERTYS ARMS AROUND ME TWO SECONDS EARLIER.

Well he noticed i was shaking and put a hand on my shoulder (i double died) and then he like hugged me. (I got revived) It wasn’t like a side hug but also not a face to chest hug, but something inbetween. It was slighty awkward but at the same time not at all and ig even felt sort of casua? This time i was caught of guard and i was just staring at the air. (The bardender saw it and she winked at me and i did like a little silent scream with my face and she chuckled) well that all happened in like three seconds tops. So when we pulled apart (sounds like we were kissing WTF) i was like, ‘ok this felt like a good bye hug, this is a good time to leave’ (i regret that with every part of me.) and i started to leave. (He looked a bit confused. He probably thought i was gonna stay a bit longer, conciddering how we talked earlier)

Now this is where the bad thing happened.

Okay so Sky like,,, realises i’m leaving and he’s like “oh okay, uhm well, again, rly like the shoes and… nice meeting you!”

Now what did i do? The logical thing would be (not to leave at all ever again ever. why did i do that???) to say “thanks, nice to meet you too!” But no. Brain-less little me walked backwards (almost tripped) nodded and said “Guten Appetit” IN GERMAN. (For the record sky does not soeak german. And if he did, what i said was “bon apetit” in german. He was NOT about to eat) he looks at me like the moron i am. Like he looks at me like a literal moron like i’m a crazy idiot or smt. He literally did the Albert face when Race says “I’m famous!”(but i’m pretty sure that was just pure confusion. It didn’t look like an action he had any control over)

Anyway so i blush. Turn around and just,,, get away as fast as possible. When he gained back his composure (which was a lot faster than me obviously) he was like “Wait i still have your magic— oh whatever” (i pretended i didn’t hear it cause i was so embarrassed ydek) well it turns out he still had my pencil.

Anyway so then i texted him like this that “what i meant was nice to meet you too. Sorry. Got nervous” and he said “your fineeeeee” and i didn’t know what to answer but i had already read the message. So i take a screen (no tume for copy paste) and send a message to everyone person i can think of with the question of what to say. (Shoutout to @chaosfairy18 who saved me from an actual breakdown there. She answered rly rly fast)

I ended up saying thanks again and that it was rly cool. Then for some reason i said “also my mom says hi” (she didn’t. Idk why i did that. I legitimately do not remember.)

And thats it. I’ve said most stuff before but you wanted to know what exactly happened so here it is ig

[lazarusrisingx]

Alright so this’ll be my first official one shot for this account yippee!! Im starting off with something fluffy cause ya boi hasn’t written fan fics in quite a while (yes i was a fan fic writer before but i wanted to start over cause i abandoned that account tee hee)

summary: A fluffy one shot where sylus teaches you to ride his motorcycle and you..kinda fail at it

also for one shots i think im gonna use MC instead of Y/n as the name? if yall want me to change it for the next one just lmk.

this story also diverges from the actual lore of LADS, its mentioned theyve already had some past ‘romantic’ moments tee hee.

triggers: mentions of scrapes and blood, no serious injuries, motorcycle incident without helmet, uhhhh there isnt really anything triggering so yeah! just pure fluff and scared sylus

might be a bit ooc sylus but im tryna stay true him, also excuse my bad spelling im gonna autocorrect everything but im writing on my phone so don’t judge.

okay lets get it peoples!!

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It was a relatively nice day in the N109 zone. Crime seemed to hold itself for the crisp cool weather that decided to roll in over night. The sky was less murky grey than usual and a few patches of blue peeked through fluffy white clouds. The sun was near setting as MC and a certain silver haired man sat in his office.

“..you want to what?” Sylus asked, not looking away from a manila folder in his hands.

“I want you to show me to ride your motorcycle.” MC repeated.

The tick of the grandfather clock was the only sound that could be heard for a few moments. MC felt for a moment she might want to take back her recquest, but Sylus silently set down the folder he held and leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

He rubbed his eyes, and folded his arms, studying the girl without expression.

“If you do-“

“Your telling me the great wanderer huntress doesnt know how to ride a simple motorcycle?” Sylus interrupted. the edge of his lip quirked up in a slight smirk.

MC narrowed her eyes at him.

“Its not in the training for us to be taught to ride or drive.”

Sylus tilted his head, before speaking again.

“You mean you dont even know how to drive?” It sounded as if he was holding back a laugh.

“Will you teach me to ride or not! I can hire an instructor if you wont.” MC said, purposefully dodging the question of her driving skills.

She had thought about asking Sylus before, but lately the two of them hadnt had a single afternoon to do anything besides… questionably legal missions. It was so nice out that she thought itd be a shame to spend it in this dark and dreary office.

Sylus stood up without a word, dragging his coat off his chair and picking up the manila folder. He punched a code into one of his many safes and placed it inside for safe keeping, and went for the door.

“Are you coming? Or should i roll out a red carpet for you sweetie?”

MC stood up quickly, a smile sliding across her face as she followed him out of the room.

The two walked down the hall of his house quietly. She felt excited, and slightly nervous. Sylus didnt seem like the most compassionate teacher she couldve found. however spending money on an instructor was something she never intended to do in the first place.

Sylus glanced down at her as the two stopped by his room.

“you cant wear shorts, and I cant wear dress pants nor this shirt. Go get changed.” Sylus said as he opened the door.

MC gave him a questioning look as he opened the door for her, leaning against the wall waiting for her to enter.

“I dont have clothes here.” MC stated.

Sylus shook his head, his hand twitched and an invisible force pushed MC forward.

“I had the twins pick something up for you in case you needed to stay here for a while, itll be the third drawer from the bottom sweetie.”

the surprise on MC’s face mustve been obvious, because a quiet chuckle left Sylus.

“Dont look so surprised kitten, we work together enough that if you end up injured under my watch I’m not going to send you home to recover alone.”

“How do you even know my size in pants?” MC asked as she lifted out a pair of jeans. surprisingly they looked as if they would fit quite nicely.

Sylus leaned over her, his chest brushing over MC’s back. He was much warmer than she thought he might be, and the contact sent a slight spark of electric through her. He opened the top drawer of the dresser and produced a pair of black pants and a nice fitted black shirt for himself. MC glanced up to find Sylus peering down at her with a curious expression. Was that a smile she saw? If only for a split second. Sylus lingered against her for a few moments, pretending to look for soemthing else before taking a step back.

“I told them to look in the kids section.” He said.

MC turned to scold him, and found him unbuttoning his dress shirt, his silver hair dangled in front of his eyes as he looked down, the shirt parting just enough to expose a strong muscular chest, before MC promptly turned around her face turning bright red.

“Ill find a bathroom.” She said quietly.

“Straight ahead sweetie.”

She made a bee-line towards it, not looking back to see how Sylus’s eyes followed her, or the smirk on his face as he pulled his shirt off.

MC shut the door behind her, heart pounding in her ears. It was an odd reaction since she had seen him shirtless before. although it was different because this was unexpected.

She wiped the image from her mind and quickly got changed. Sadly, the pants fit her perfectly. MC was truly curious as to how Sylus or the twins figured out her size but it wasnt something she was ready to look into.

MC walked out from the bathroom, Sylus was dressed in all black his shirt was tight enough to show the outline of his abs, and make his arms look incredibly huge.

Sylus was finishing a message to someone on his phone. He glanced up at MC once before he finished the message.

“letting the twins know we will be out for a bit. I expect youd like to go to dinner after we are finished?” Sylus asked.

“mmm sure, I saw a hot po-“

“im picking where we eat. I dont feel like going to linkon tonight.” Sylus interrupted

He stood up and opened the door for the two, motioning for MC to walk out before him. She obliged, and the two walked in silence to his garage. Sitting in a parking spot was his usual black and red bike. The paint shiny from being newly washed, not a speck of rust nor dust decorated the expensive equipment.

“do you atleast know the basics of controls?” Sylus asked.

“theres the clutch, throttle and break. i know that much.” MC responded.

Sylus nodded, he pulled the kickstand up on the bike and began to slowly walk it towards the exit.

“Mine has some.. enhancements, so youll have to go easy on the gas. turning is fairly self explanatory. but as i said before take it very gentle. I dont want a scratch on this bike.”

MC nodded and followed behind him. She was getting nervous now, but she knew Sylus had a decent driveway that she would be able to drive around, that way she could avoid any extra cars or pedestrians. the few times she had driven a car, she had done fairly well, although went a little slower than the speed limit… by ten miles.

If anything, her only worry was annoying sylus with how careful she was!

The two walked out of the small garage and into the cool outside. wind rustled the small trees and birds chirped quietly around them.

“Get on here.”

Sylus held out his hand as he kept the bike steady. MC carefully got into the drivers seat and set her feet on the rests.

“put a foot on the ground so the bike can tilt when i let go.” Sylus said

“like this?”

MC put one foot on the ground, and Sylus let its weight rest on her. It was heavier than expected but nothing she couldnt handle. He took a step back and folded his arms.

“Turn the keys in the ignition, let it roll forward a bit so you know how itll feel.”

MC fumbled with the key for a moment and the engine roared to life. She smiled proudly, and looked to Sylus who was to focused on watching her slowly roll forward.

“Turn the gas a bit, and ride to the edge there, you dont need-“

MC thought she had pressed the gas lightly. she really did. Instead, the bike shot forward across the driveway, pointed not towards the grass, but the exit to the driveway. A scream escaped her as she pulled her foot onto the rests.

The wind ripples through her hair as she sped towards the entrance to the street, the handles wobbled in her hands, and within a second she was flung from the bike.

Metal screeched awfully on concrete as the bike was sent skidding towards her. Her body tumbled over the driveway, the rip of jeans and the feel of gravel driving into her arms didnt feel like much as she watched the bikes path heading straight for her.

MC threw up her hands, curling up expecting to be hit by the skidding motorcycle, but the impact never came.

The sound of heavy footsteps and muffled yelling made her open her eyes. Her vision was blurred, and her ears rang slightly. In front of her was a barrier of black and red smoke, instead of hitting her, the bike had been stopped not a second to soon.

“MC! For fucks sake!” Sylus yelled.

MC began to shake a bit, not from the pain in her arms and legs, nor the throbbing headache from hitting her head. She scrambled to her hands and knees. Sylus was running towards her, an unfamiliar expression on his face. His crimson eyes glowed brightly from using his evol.

“Sylus i-i didnt think itd be so sensitive!”

the barrier dissipated and MCs heart lept into her throat. the bikes previously shiny paint was nearly fully scraped clean, the seat had a few tears in it, the handles previously rubber grip was now worn down to the metal on one side. there was a bend in the rim of one of the wheels.

Tears filled MCs eyes as a mix of anxiety and fear pierced her heart. His bike was ruined! the one thing he had told her not to do was crash this, and less than a minute on it she had!

MC’s hands brushed over the ruined paint job, she barely noticed the blood dripping from her arm or down her hands, nor the pain of dirt being gritted into her badly scraped knees.

“What are you doing, what are you doing?” Sylus asked.

he had dropped to his knees beside her, grabbing a firm hold of both arms, that same unrecognizable expression written all over his face. his grip was firm, but MC didnt look away from the bike.

“Your bike! Sylus is swear i didnt mean to do that! I was gentle l-like you said I didnt think-“

“the bike? the fuck are you on about sweetie look at you!”

His voice was harsh and demanding. his eyes were still glowing crimson as MC finally looked at him. She was trembling badly. finally she noticed the blood now coating his hand and her arm. her lip was also split down the middle, and a cut on her cheek.

“I-ill pay for the bike Sy-“

“the bike? you think i give a fuck about the bike i have ten more just like it.”

He dragged the two of them to their feet.

“but you said-“

“your hurt.” Sylus said plainly.

His eyes scanned her wounds as if he was looking for something.

“Its nothing-“

“we are going back in.” Sylus stated.

in one swift motion he lifted MC off her feet, carrying her like a princess. MC was speechless as he stepped over the bike, walking quickly to get the two of them back into the house.

“You dont care about the bike?” MC asked.

Sylus glanced down at her.

“Why the fuck would i care about a damn object right now.”

MC paused for a moment, she stared up at his face, now noticing a thin layer of sweat over his forehead, his eyes darting back and forth and he looked… pale. was he scared? panicked?

the last thing MC expected from him was concern over a few scrapes and bruises. Well, maybe they werent scrapes. with each step her adrenaline wore off, and throbbing pain came over her entire body.

Sylus brought the two of them to his room, slamming the door open. The twins stood there together, talking back and forth.

“Boss- wait is she-“

“get out.” Sylus said gruffly.

“Boss are you alright? you look-“

“I told you both to get!” Sylus yelled.

The twins looked at the both of them for a moment, before scurrying out of the room.

“They could patch me up sylus you dont have to do this.” MC said quietly. he ignored her as he gingerly set her on the plush comforter.

“sylus the blood, i cant ruin more of your things.”

“why do you think i care about ‘things’ MC. sit down and wait for me. if you can get into your shorts put those on or im taking your jeans off myself.” Sylus said.

MC watched him enter the bathroom and rummage around. She didnt know what to think. of course her first thought was that he would be more concerned for his bike, he had seen her get hurt by wanderers before and hadnt seemed so… upset by it.

She found her shorts on the floor and slowly peeled the ripped jeans off herself and tugged on her shorts. her leg was definatley sore and bruises already began to blossom over her thigh. the concrete had rubbed away quite a bit of skin, blood dripped down her leg and onto the floor now.

without a word sylus came back in, his eyes had finally stopped glowing, and in his arms he held rolls of bandages antiseptics, tape, and cobain.

“i can do this myself Sylus.” MC said

“no.” Was all Sylus had to offer.

a wave of black and red smoke pushed MC back onto his bed. it wasnt as rough as usual, almost like a cushion pressing her into place.

Sylus knelt down in front of her. eyes narrowing as they scanned over her leg.

“shouldve been more careful.” Sylus mumbled.

“i know im sorry.” MC replied

“no, not you. I shouldve been more careful. that bike has enhancements on it, its to much for a beginner i didnt think about it.” He said.

MC grew quiet for a moment.

“well i wont die.” MC said, trying to lighten the mood.

Sylus didnt seem impressed. he hesitated his hands hovering over her leg before he grabbed a damp cloth and began wiping blood from her leg. His hands were calloused from boxing and fighting, but he was much gentler than MC expected.

“you wont die, but you still got hurt.” Sylus said after a moment.

he folded the cloth over itself and cleaned the edges of her wound. He gently brushed one of her scrapes, causing MC to grimace.

“sorry.” he mumbled quietly.

his free hand left the bed where it was planted, and gingerly took hold of hers.

“squeeze when it hurts, you wont harm me sweetie.” He said. His crimson eyes flicked to hers making a bolt of electric shoot through MC’s heart. she hesitated, before giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

sylus’ shoulders relaxed a bit after this. he picked up a new cloth, and doused it in antiseptic.

“it has lidocaine in it, but it might sting a bit.” Sylus said

Thankfully, he didnt try to clean the wound in sections. he paused for a moment and pressed the cloth firmly to her scrapes. MC grunted and squeezed his hand. When she looked back at him he was gently rubbing his thumb against the uninjured portion of her leg, looking at her with that oddly concerned expression.

“better?” he asked.

MC nodded her head letting out a breath. He lifted the cloth, now that the area was numb he was able to thoroughly clean the bits of dirt out. the process was repeated over the second patch of scrapes on her calf. Sylus slowly wrapped her leg in cobain and gauze, before sitting on the bed beside MC.

“are you alright sylus?” MC asked.

He had kept his usual snarky comments to himself the past few minutes and it was slightly worrying. Sylus turned his head to her and looked her up and down.

“you shouldve worn a helmet.” He said quietly

“well i wasnt intending to drive more than five feet.” MC replied.

a small smirk came across Sylus’ face.

“five feet? I thought youd have more confidence in yourself sweetie.” Sylus said.

MC laughed quietly and shook her head.

“my teacher didnt seem to have much confidence ‘ride to the grass’ i beileive you said.” MC replied.

Sylus quirked up an eyebrow.

“it seems i was right doesnt it?”

He gestured to her still injured arm, and held up a clean cloth.

“still got another spot to take care of sweetie.” He said.

MC groaned quietly, but turned so he would have a better angle for it. She looked away and waited for him to begin cleaning the wound. instead he leaned towards her, his hand slipping around to the back of her head and pulling her forward. MC nearly protested, but Sylus placed his hand on her back after resting her head to his chest.

She could hear his heart, beating extremely fast for someone so fit.

“just… a moment.” Sylus said quietly.

MC practically held her breath for a moment, before taking in air. his cologne smelled nice, a mix of fresh spices and expensive cigars. the muscles under her head her soft but firm. his arm resting around her body in a hug. Sylus was hugging her.

tentatively, MC put her good arm around him. it felt right, her anxiety and worry began to slowly melt away the longer they stayed like this. her eyes grew heavy, and she began to relax more and more against him. he was so solid, his chest rose and fell under her, slowing down after a moment or so.

“dont worry about the bike sweetie. really. im more concerned about the fact you were… injured.”

MC smiled slightly.

“The great leader of onychinus is concerned for me?” MC asked

a chuckle vibrated through Sylus’ chest. he almost sounded releived.

“more than youd know MC.” Sylus said quietly.

MC’s heart fluttered slightly. she closed her eyes as Sylus began to move again, his free hand found the back of her head, beginning to rub her hair gently as he pressed the cloth to the side of her arm. It wasnt long before the two had to seperate to allow sylus to wrap her arm.

“Why dont we order food tonight. I dont really feel like going out again.” MC said.

Sylus cleaned up the bloody cloths and nodded his head. he began to make his way towards the bedroom door.

“you pick the spot, ill pay.” Sylus said.

“absolutely not, i just trashed your bike-“

Sylus stood up and in a few strides crossed the room to stand in front of her, he leaned down and tilted her chin up to make MC look at him.

“how many times do i have to say that i dont care about the bike, just that you dont have a damn head injury?” He asked.

MC stared up at him for a moment, Sylus brought her face a little closer, speaking quietly now.

“I got you hurt today MC. The least i can do is pay for a damn meal.” He said.

MC couldnt help but look between his eyes and lips. was she insane to think about kissing him now? they were so close, and it wouldn’t be the first time one of them had made an attempt like that. Sylus scanned her face. did he just lean in more?

There was a knock at the door.

“Boss? we were just wondering if you needed us to get the bike out of the driveway.” One of the twins said.

Sylus looked dissapointed, and slightly annoyed. he released MC and turned away from her, going to the door and opening it.

“Ill come out and help you, one if you dispose of these. MC, you might want to change your shirt. Ill be in the living room when your done, sweetie.” Sylus said.

MC was left alone in his room. bright red blush creeped over her face as she slumped back on his bed. She was cursing herself slightly. Part of her was angry she even thought of kissing him, the other half was angry she didnt.

She flopped over onto her stomach groaning loudly before she sat up again.

Another uneventful night of eating in.

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maybe ill make a smutty part 2 to this one? maybe not straight smut but some good steamy kisses and things like that idk.

uhhhhh yeah! i havent written in a little while so i dont know how good this is or isnt!

if yall have any ideas for other oneshots then just lmk. im currently working on the storyline for a yandere!sylus x reader fic so i might drop some teasers for that when i can.

in the meantime ill alternate between fluff and smut, i can do some sad stories to but they gotta have good endings cause i cant stand my mans to be sad like that.

also gonna work on some zayne material because i love my mans zayne just as much as sylus if not a bit more. i feel like he doesnt get enough love fr.

okay byyyyyee hopefully this was good.

please credit me if you share this story

[brabblesblog]

A little hope.

Set between chapters 10 and 11 of Whither has thy beloved gone? Astarion muses on the first time Ban smiled at him again since his ascension whilst watching her get her portrait painted.

Read on AO3. For @snowfolly, @marimosalad, and @iizuumi, incredible, kind artists who have been so kind to gift their art to me. I love you all!

Ban, by @iizuumi

Ban, by @snowfolly

Astarion snaps his fingers and a servant appears. He quickly rattles off instructions. A cup of her favorite tea, laced with some animal blood, warmed just the way she wanted it. Her favorite tailor is summoned.

He follows her to their old room, and deep inside he is giddy, an emotion he hasn’t felt in a long time.

She sits on her old desk, running her hands over the filigree. She has missed her comforts here. Her table where she worked. Their bed - the mattress a perfect softness and the sheets always immaculate until they methodically ruin it every night. She turns to Astarion, and seeing his grin, can’t help but smile back.

For a moment, all is well.

Whither is thy beloved gone?

Chapter 6

Astarion stands behind the artist they’ve commissioned, fingers idly scratching his chin as he watches the painting taking shape on the canvas. A good likeness, he thinks - it doesn’t exactly capture Ban, and he doubts any painting ever really can - but it is a decent attempt.

She smiles, and his own lips quirk up in response. She’s always looked better smiling, as rare a thing as it is nowadays, although they’ve been making some headway on that front.

I mean, she does smile, Astarion muses. Just not at -

The thought dies when he meets her eyes and sees hers locked onto his; hers are crinkled with amusement, and he feels his chest swell.

“Missed a button,” Ban says, nodding at him.

It takes a moment to register her words. His mind is back to when she had first smiled at him again - a genuine, honest-to-goodness smile, and not one of those manufactured ones she’s aimed at him since his ascension.

How she had sat at her desk, running her hands all over it. How she had looked around their room as if seeing it for the first time, and how she had turned to him and returned his grin with one of her own.

He’ll always remember that, he thinks. He’ll always have that to remind him that there is hope.

“Astarion.”

Her voice snaps him out of it, and he shifts awkwardly, hands moving to clasp behind his back as he straightens up.

“Yes, my love?”

“Your button. I’m not going to dinner in the upper city with your shirt askew like that,” she mutters.

“Or, you know, I could just unbutton everything and not go out at all,” Astarion counters. The laugh that rings out from her lips makes his heart flutter.

Ban shakes her head at him. “Maybe. Depends how nice you’ll be the rest of the day.”

“Darling,” he drawls. “I’ll be positively angelic.”

The painter clears his throat, annoyed that his subject is moving around too much. Astarion immediately shifts his attention towards him, eyes instantly glaring. Try doing that again.

Just as quickly he turns back to Ban, the hardness melting away as if it was never there at all. She’s back to holding the pose for the painter, and Astarion satisfies himself with observing the work.

There is still a long way to go, a distance he isn’t even sure he can traverse, but at least there is that.

A little hope.

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[thebirthofvenusfly]

okay so i watched all of mouthwashing last night and i have so many thoughts and feelings about it:

is it a good game? yes. overall, yes. the character writing, the sound design, the non-linear storytelling approach... 10/10. i love. very good. yummy. yay

i found myself incredibly pissed with the ending but that is NOT a criticism... more just a reaction. because like. what the Fuck

jimmy shouldve been the only one to die and im sure im not the first to say this but GOD. daisuke dies because of his incompetence. anya dies because of his selfishness and disguisting power hungry control. he straight up just shoots and kills swansea directly with his own two hands. like. jimmy is 95% of the downfall of the crew.

he encourages daisuke to drug swansea and tells the boy, knowing he's fully dependent on the orders and support of his "captain," to climb into the vents despite swansea's urging. he breaks into anya's room and SA's her (literally no justification for doing something like this. like. i cant imagine how anyone can defend this. genuinely.) gets her pregnant with a baby she never wanted, and refuses to take any accountability for it knowing full-well what he'd done. after swansea is forced to put daisuke out of his misery and anya is found to have ended her own life, jimmy ties up and shoots and kills swansea. LIKE...

AND THEN GETS TO JUST KILL HIMSELF IN THE END? call me evil idc but he deserved so much worse and everyone else deserved so much better

except curly.

curly is somewhere in-between.

he knew the ship had regulation issues and not enough emergency pods for a crew of 5, but still made no about daisuke being added last minute.

he knew anya was pregnant. knew exactly who had forced her into that position. he should've been livid. should've beat the shit out of jimmy within minutes, but does virtually nothing. he does virtually nothing to hold him accountable nor truly comfort anya.

um. so yeah that game gave me emotions and thoughts and feelings

[carelessflower]

rating shtv jace questionable moment

let be honest, it will mostly be season one plus two offending screenshots from season two. critical analysis only when i want to, the rest depends. the descent into hell is easy after all

5/10 - see? sh writers can write, first scene with jace they already show how he treat alec the rest of the season.

6/10 - that his job

3/10 - friendly reminder, alec was the acting head at this point aka jace's boss, it's his duty to report any strange occurrence at the institute and now you brought a STRANGE girl into HIS institute, i dont know, just a thought

3/10 - yes it kinda is, and it's alec choice at that seeing how he your superiors

3/10 - jace would be a shit head for the ny institute if a random pretty girl make him act like this. and again, it normal alec get suspicious at clary, because he, you know, can actually think through situations and not dive in first like a headless chicken

4/10 - yes, he has working brain cells

2/10 - dont you love it when the dude you supposedly share half your soul dismiss your valid concerns regarding your life

5/10 - if he's as you said you would be six feet under or in some ceils not here talking shit

1/10 - yes alec stop, don't you know jace is allergic to reasoning

2/10 - he knows you should be supportive of your parabatai

1/10 - all i can say is if a stranger comes into my life, not caring for anything but herself and jeopardizing my job, i would let out far worse things than angry rant

3/10 - no wonder jace fancies clary, they are never ready to hold themselves or each other accountable for anything. true love

🚩🚩🚩/10 - right before this izzy LITERALLY said clary go out WILLINGLY i have no words, alec's way too nice i would have 'oh this you' and drag jace daddy issue to filth back i would go lower than hell. by the way jace never apologize for this so. flop

0/10 - proceed to lose her next episodes

4/10 - flop. flop parabatai of the year

2/10 - funny how jace only bring up the parabatai bond when he needs alec to do something for himm hmmmm. it giving suspicious it giving affection with conditions it giving manipulation

-♾️/10 - that a totally normal thing to say about your brother, the one who you share a lifetime bond with. i normally wish jace choke on a porcupine

0/10 - jace only contribution to the parabatai bond is 2x03 and when he use his nepotism to transfer the head of ny institute position to alec. and even with alec already on his way to that title before imogen swooped in

5/10 - ooh be making that face now suddenly you care? dont make me laugh

0/10 - jace lies so well, all that practice telling himself he looks handsome every morning paid off

0/10 - my three year old cousin has more critical thinking than these two

0/10 - jace the one to talk he's incapable of seeing anything outside clary

-/10 - for whither thou storest, I will steal, and where thou trust, I will trust to betray.

 💀/10 - took them ten episodes to have alec FINALLY punch somebody for joking, using his sexuality against him when he's clearly NOT ready to talk about it. yeah fuck shit up baby

2/10 - oh okay, let talk about how you and clary fuck off to somewhere with the cup when the clave and a race supremacist massacre advocate cult leader are both hunting for it. then you and she proceed to play house with your newly discovered fake dad and left alec to deal with the mess. oh, did i mention izzy's complicit in your scheme and you left her there at the mercy of the clave?

1/10 - your saving cause more problems than elon musk to twt get over yourself

4/10 - selfish intentions + selfish actions = season one clace. a match made in heaven

6/10 - passable apology but why he cant just resist making it all about him lmaoooo

4/10 - the only joke here is your life

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[cherry-blossom-qf]

Necro, who was the kindest person in your life? And what was the hardest sacrifice you've made— literally or figuratively?

Apple Core, what was your most challenging experience as a Sensei?

Prince, O lord of fashion, which if your fits and/or forms is your absolute favorite?

Magomon, what's your opinion on Tamers in general?

Officer, my good sir, what was the toughest case you've helped or had to solve? Any solo cases?

UT, what are your favorite holiday traditions in the Underground and Surface world?

🩸: "There hasn't been a sacrifice thats been that hard for me to perform. The only thing I truly regret sacrificing is my ability to smell normal ever again. Seriously, I tried bathing multiple times and used every single perfume, cologne, all the scent products... AND I STILL CANT GET RID OF THE ROITING CORPSE SMELL!!

As for who's the kindest person I know? Well... the obvious answer would be Kirby... but there's also this snowman that has been helping me with my research, perhaps I could talk about them some other time."

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🍏: "Most challenging things as a sensei? Well, to perfectly honest, it's the students that are, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, require a lot of patience from me. For example; I have this one student who is just, again I mean this in the nicest way possible, a stubborn wanna-be-cool-guy.

Don't get me wrong, he does have a lot of potential to be a Skylander and I can see him becoming one in the future... BUT he's just has a really bad habit of wanting to do things all by himself because he's 'so cool' with his high running speeds and cool dragon sword, only to get his ass handed to him one way or the other. I thought Blades' cockiness when he became a Skylander was bad, that student takes the cake!!!"

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👑: "Favorite outfit? My goodness!! That's like picking between my own children!! But... if I had to pick just one.... like, you holding a knife to my back and forcing me to pick just one, then I'm gonna pick the robes I wore to my wedding. They were so sparkly and beautiful, I truly felt special on my special day~! As for forms, the Prince Form is my favorite. I like the height boost, elegance, and a sense of power in that form, hehehe~"

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🎩: "My thoughts on Tamers? Well, I have said before that there have been tales and legends of humans being involved with digimon. I've always found it fascinating, as those legends have told of humans granting digimon power they could never get on their own. I kinda wished to see something like that happen one day... Little did I know that I was gonna get a human myself, hehe!!

Susie has been lots of fun to travel with, and the power she grants me and Marxamon has been incredible (tho I wish evolving into Crownedmon wasn't so mentally scaring and painful)!! I could have never asked for a better human partner!! Me and Marxamon are her 'goodiest boys'!! 'Goodiest' is not a grammatically correct word, but I let it slide because she gives me hugs and pets!♡♡♡"

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🚔: "Funnily enough, my toughest case was actually my first solo case!! The case of Artie Flopshark, a poker guru that was supposed to be dead, as he was killed by Flint Paper. According to some of the records, Artie's bank account was still active, depositing and withdrawing money regularly as if he was alive. And there had been reports of Artie being near abandoned graveyards across the country. Flint Paper couldn't track him down for the life of him, so he assumed it had been some kind of 'witchcraft' that made this guy untraceable. So Flint gave the case to me since I'm a mage and stuff (witchcraft and my magic are obviously two different things, but I let it slide). Sam and Max had a lot of faith that I could handle this on my own, so I took on the challenge just to make them proud. The weeks of trying to find this guy felt like the longest weeks of my life! But I was able to find him.

Long Story Short; It turned out Artie Flopshark was revived as a zombie like monster by a bunch of teenage wizards that were messing around with dark arts (kinda sounds familiar). When the wizards successfully revived him, they freaked out and left him behind. Artie was able to get a hold on that dark arts book that they coincidently dropped and used it to get around the county's graveyards. He was hosting nightly poker nights to get his funds back for his new undead life, inviting all sorts of creeps and ghouls to play games of Texas Hold'em. In fear of being killed again by Flint, Artie used magic to keep himself untrackable from any living being on earth. Which I was able to work around the effects because I'm not from earth, hehe~!!

I felt kinda bad for him since even mentioning Flint Paper made him scream in panic, so did Artie a favor and helped him get a restraining order on Flint. I got my paycheck and a celebration surprise from Sam and Max that they planned for me for completing my first solo case, a VIP trip to The Inventory for drinks, dinner, and poker."

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💙: "Well damn, ol' gunner boy spoke in whole paragraphs! Ok, favorite holiday.... I gotta give it to Halloween, dude. Monsters seem to enjoy Halloween a lot, and I can see why, as my best memories here are sometimes related to Halloween. Like on our first trick-or-treating, Frisk dressed up as a witch and made me their little 'black cat' by dressing me in a black cat onesie. I was carried around in their backpack as we went around the neighborhood. And when I got my monster form perfected, me and Frisk did even cooler matching costumes! Mario and Luigi, Dipper and Mabel, Steven and Amethyst, Freddy and Bonnie, heck we even Sans and Papyrus a few times! (which the bros really liked)

Even though I moved out of Toriel's house after I got married, Frisk and I still go trick-or-treating together every Halloween with our matching costumes. And Frisk hasn't grown out of trick-or-treating just yet, so we'll be continuing this little tradition of ours for a few more years! And I'll be enjoying every moment."

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🦋: "Man I sure do love being involved!" -he said to no one.

(Congratulations Blaze, you changed my QnA formatting just for this ask! Eff you and have a nice day!)